#Arms Wide Open

[newpathwrites]

Arms Wide Open (Din Djarin x f!reader)

Summary: Din didn’t see you coming, or… one fateful trip to the market and a platonic night together changes everything.

Notes: This fic was unexpectedly inspired by the opening scenes of “Anyone but You” - I loved the sweet, companionable dynamic featured in that first night together and imagined Din meeting someone who brought out the lighter side of his personality.  I do not take it on the circuitous route taken in the movie, though.  Din and reader will get their shit together a whole lot quicker here.

Reader is middle-aged and ‘beautiful’ in Din’s opinion, otherwise should be nondescript.

Warnings: Language, brief angst, misunderstandings, sexual content (non-explicit), references to past death and grief, allusions to past sexual trauma. Minors DNI.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Epilogue

[elisaenglish]

“Sometimes it seems I no longer have anything to say to anyone except to you... And in everything I intend to do, I would be at quite a loss if I could not turn to you. Write to me in spite of my silence.”

-Albert Camus, Letter to Jean Grenier (21st January 1948)-

I love you. I miss you. I don’t even know if you come here anymore. I thought July was an anomalous thing. I have no will to keep fighting what’s inside of me. I can’t be detached. I covet all the stars to fill my blood. I speak celestial lust. I want to claim a peace of ever, stratosphere the call—I love, I miss... my you, and you. I dismantle how my walls regard an ocean, tear them screaming down. I taste opposites alike in salt; give me where we lie as two in one. I kiss the nightmares, bind our beauty. I am in... and in and stripped before—to peel apart my ribs, adore this world, in love with you. I fall forever.

[edupunkn00b]

Logan Croft Sanders - I'm Not Crying, You're Crying

Thinking about the juxtaposition of these three songs in Logan Croft’s Sanders’s life, most especially in It Could Always Be Worse and The Uses of Adversity.

Arms Wide Open

Arms Wide Open tells the story of a man finding out he's about to be a father.

Well, I don't know if I'm ready To be the man I have to be I'll take a breath, I'll take her by my side We stand in awe, we've created life … I’ll show you love… I’ll show you everything… If I have just one wish, only one demand, I hope he’s not like me, I hope he understands that He can take this life, and hold it by the hand and he can greet the world with arms wide open…

Live to Tell

There’s some interpretation, of course, but it is the story of someone surviving abuse and wondering how to tell their story and to move on and do more than survive.

I have a tale to tell Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well I was not ready for the fall Too blind to see the writing on the wall The truth is never far behind You kept it hidden well If I live to tell the secret I knew then Will I ever have the chance again?

Hello My Old Heart

Then, finally, the hope he can't quite force away. The hope that kept him loving Kelly for far, far longer than he should have. The hope that he could somehow make it through, keep them all safe until Patton turned eighteen. The hope that he could find another way when Kelly made it clear that just wasn't an option.

The hope he feels when he looks into Roman's eyes.

Hello, my old heart How have you been? How is it being locked away? Don't you worry In there, you're safe And it's true, you'll never beat But you'll never break Nothing lasts forever Some things aren't meant to be But you'll never find the answers Until you set your old heart free Until you set your old heart free

See, told you it was you crying and not just me.

[rockinshots]

Creed was beyond explosive at Toyota Amphitheater. Scott Stapp delivered an intensely passionate set and filled our souls with empowerment!!

[plum-plum]

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[llamagoddessofficial]

hello llama

i have been thinking and headcanoning about vampire bad sanses lately, so i was curious if you have any thoughts about or interest in vampires of the nightmare and crew variety? (人 •͈���•͈)

"do i have interest in vampires", he asks

ok, i will share my extensive vampire brainrot. but in return..... you have to write that vampire fic.... oooOOooO look into my eyes you know you want to write it ooOoOooo 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I very much like the idea of Nightmare's castle being Castlevania-style. Lots of spooky architecture, lots of ancient magical passages that haven't been seen in centuries.

Horror can be summed up in one word. Bloodlust. There's a constant hunger inside him he can't ever seem to fill, driving him almost to the point of madness. He is more beast than man. When he smells or tastes blood, he loses control of himself, becoming little more than a starving wild animal - his capability for slaughter is limited only by his appetite. So unless Nightmare requires it, he generally abstains from blood. He doesn't like losing himself so entirely.

Something about you makes him forget his hunger. Is it your voice? Your scent? He has no idea, but oh, it feels good to feel whole. When you're around it's as if he'll never be hungry again... he follows you like a dog, grinning intensely every time you look at him. This is one hound that can't be shaken.

Despite his 'condition', he finds a lot of solace in cooking. Nothing will give him the same drug-like rush as blood but human food is nonetheless warm and filling and distracts him momentarily from the emptiness. He enjoys the process of making it, too, doing something with his hands. Let him cook for you, please? Watching you eat brings him vicarious joy.

Dust's backstory is one of legend. Something resembling a story can be spun from the loose whispers. A vampire invaded his peaceful isolated village hundreds of years ago, intending to turn the helpless populace into enslaved vampires. Dust, the first to be bitten, turned and slaughtered them all himself - and despite being a vampire for barely a week, the equivalent of a stumbling newborn, he killed the centuries-old invading vampire in single combat.

No one's quite sure why he's joined Nightmare. Perhaps Nightmare was keen to take this uniquely violent creature under his wing, and Dust just didn't really care where the wind took him. Or perhaps he has some other motive, hidden beneath that silent face. Who knows.

... Dust might be quiet, but it's obvious he's fixated on you. Which is a big deal. This is a creature who hasn't mustered a second thought for anything but blood for decades; but somehow, you've excited him. He's very clearly interested in you, silently watching your every move, listening intently to every word you say. Too bad he's not much for conversation.

Killer's backstory, on the other hand, is shrouded entirely in mystery. No one knows where he came from, who he is, or what he's done. He simply appeared one day - right within the coveted inner circle of Nightmare himself. He's the Night King's most trusted weapon, and the closest thing he has to a friend.

Killer seems very clear about what he wants. He thinks you're adorable, and he says you'd make such a pretty vampire. He talks (at length) about how much he wants to bite you, and how if it were up to him you'd already be one of them. A lot of his flirting involves calling you things like sweet treat and honeyblood. However... despite all the taunting, all the talk of seeing you as food, Killer is the one in the castle who treats you with the most respect. The others seem to see you as an object, a cute toy, something to squish and own. Killer talks to you like you're a real person. You can't help but like him for it.

Nightmare's inferiority complex has driven him to declare himself the king of the vampires. No one contests - Nightmare is royalty by blood, and vampires place a lot of emphasis on blood. But even if he wasn't, Nightmare frequently murders those who won't bend the knee. Plenty of powerful vampires have fallen embarrassingly fast at his hand.

... Nightmare's goal is to make you agree to be his spouse. A pretty little human partner would be excellent for his image. It would not only demonstrate his incredible self control as such an ancient vampire (not to mention his control over his warriors), but it would also show that his power is so great he doesn't need to strike a political marriage with another powerful vampire. It might also convince some of the pesky rebellious human groups to settle down.

His pride means that he won't force you. Not yet, at least. He likes to think he can seduce you. He's a royal vampire, after all, and you're just a simple human - isn't it only a matter of time?

... But it seems like, as time goes on... he's the one falling.

[kalofi]

boys who snork mimimi vs girls who honk shoo

[shima-draws]

Usopp being the best wingman ever and being like "You know Luffy Sanji really isn't a big fan of bugs. We can TOTALLY use that to our advantage"

Ten minutes later Luffy's got Sanji in his arms clinging to him like a koala scared out of his MIND bc he saw a spider in the kitchen (conveniently placed there by Usopp) and Luffy looks over Sanji's shoulder to see Usopp hiding behind the mast giving him a thumbs up like this

[lukenewtonlove]

😂

[newpathwrites]

Arms Wide Open - Chapter 7

His breath subtly deepened a bit more, and you could imagine his eyes darkening with desire.  For the first time in your adult life, that wanting image felt safe and even comforting - not taking or pressing…

“Please?”  He asked - he didn’t demand.  How different this was from your past dalliances.

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Summary: Intimacy in the dark…

Notes: Let’s assume that all safe sexual practices are being employed here, whatever they may be in the Star Wars universe.

Also we’re going to pretend that Din owns a real shower, not a sonic.

Warnings: Non-explicit sex (minimally descriptive), vague allusions to past sexual trauma.  Rating on AO3 is now updated to Mature.  Minors DNI.

Word count: 1.8k

Read on AO3

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You kissed and simply explored for a very long time.  How was it that you could be so damned aroused and yet so patient?  

But as it turned out, it wasn’t so much the sex that you wanted but rather to know this man intimately - all of the parts he wouldn’t share with anyone else… 

His face… his hair… his mouth… whatever skin you could reach…  You had never had intimacy like this - earned in exchange for real trust and affection. 

Of course, that certainly didn’t mean you wouldn’t like to explore his other parts, too.

You would not take any agency away from Din to decide when or if to cross that barrier, but you could demonstrate your willingness and leave it for him to pursue if he so desired.

And that’s how your shirt came off, tossed to the side on the floor behind you.

Din froze momentarily, not having expected this development so abruptly, but his want to proceed became clear as his hands moved up to cup your breasts over the fabric of your chest bindings.

“Can I?” he asked in a strained whisper.

Oh, stars… you could feel his arousal now.  This was happening.

“Yes.”  The word barely made it out of your mouth before his lips were on the swell of your breast, moving along each inch of newly exposed skin as his fingers pulled the fabric down and off achingly slowly until it was tossed to the floor, as well.

Your breath caught in your throat as he took one nipple in his mouth and used a hand to grope the other before moving to the other side.  Your heart was beating wildly with anticipation, and your breath was erratic due to the building arousal.  It was embarrassingly difficult to control the motion of your hips.  

His hardness was pressed right up against you in this position, and he seemed to be struggling, too, breath heavy.

Bless him for not making you ask out loud because, no sooner did you reach that point of desperation, were his hands traveling down to the waist of your leggings and tugging them slightly down for better access.  

“This is okay?”

“Please, Din…” you begged, bringing his fingers yourself to slip inside of your underwear, guiding him to precisely where you needed him.

And boy, did he remember what to do once he got there.  It didn’t take all that long before you were shaking in his lap and holding on to his neck for dear life.  

Instead of the self-serving dirty-talk other men had offered in this scenario, Din whispered the sweetest words of quiet encouragement in your ear - and of all things, that was what put you over the edge.

It took several long seconds, collapsed against his chest and catching your breath, to recover from the most long-awaited and hard-earned orgasm of your entire life.  It had never felt quite like this with anyone else before, and you desperately wanted to find this pleasure with him…

You lifted your head to kiss him one more time before asking the ultimate question, taking a small risk and laying your fingers lightly over his erection, still confined under the fabric of his pants.

“Do you want to?”

His breath subtly deepened a bit more, and you could imagine his eyes darkening with desire.  For the first time in your adult life, that wanting image felt safe and even comforting - not taking or pressing…

“Please?”  He asked - he didn’t demand.  How different this was from your past dalliances.

He hissed into your mouth as your hand palmed him a few times with more intention while dropping off his lap to kneel between his legs for a moment, giving you more space to fumble in the dark for his zipper and help him pull his pants and underclothes down his thighs.  

You took the liberty of touching him, too, for just a minute, rewarded with a few small whimpers of quiet pleasure.  But this was not what you both really wanted, now was it?

Standing to remove your remaining clothes, you climbed back over to straddle his thighs.

“Ready?” you asked, caressing the back of his neck affectionately.

He huffed and leaned forward to kiss you lightly, though his voice betrayed his need.  “Very.”

You sunk down on him exceedingly slowly - it had been a very long time, and while it felt absolutely amazing, it was a bit intense at first.  Gods, he was so sweet about it, nevermind his own pressing arousal, making sure you were alright when you paused partway to adjust and gently encouraging you to relax.  

“You’ve got me in a death grip, mesh’la.  Just take a few deep breaths.  We can stop if you need to.”

You did not want to stop.

Eventually, after some calming breaths and a concerted effort to relax your pelvic floor as he rubbed your shoulders comfortingly, you were able to settle on him fully.

And after that, it was fireworks.

You moved against each other slowly this first time, likely an effort on his part to ensure you weren’t injured, but that was okay because the position allowed a very satisfying depth.  

Stars, it felt amazing and connected and safe… and just so good…

There was little talking, your mouth continuously occupied - kissing anywhere and everywhere possible as your hands roamed under the shirt he was still wearing before moving to wrap around his neck, keeping close as he neared the end.

Still, you broke the silence to reassure him before he would have to ask, putting his mind at ease: 

“It’s safe if you want to…”

He swore under his breath - as if this wasn’t already incredible enough, he was allowed to finish right here inside of you.  

Gods, he realized in the haze of pleasure, he might love you…

Your patience… your kindness… just everything about you… you… you…

He came with a muffled groan, face buried in your neck, and you rode out the aftershocks with him, staying put while he recovered his faculties, rubbing circles on his back soothingly.

“I think that went well…”

He laughed against your collarbone before lifting his head to kiss you properly.

“That was downright incredible… and it was just the first try…”

“Hmmm…” you hummed, smiling against his cheek.  “I hope there will be many more… You’re still in your clothes - that must be remedied next time.”

Truthfully, he was thankful that you didn’t push him tonight, and it was part of what he’d grown to love about you - you simply accepted all of his limits, no questions asked.  He felt naked as it was without the beskar, and skin on skin might have been too overwhelming with all of the other unfamiliar sensations of this sort of intimacy, at least this first time.

“Do you… want to stay the night…?”

This felt like a full circle moment.  You’d accidentally spent a night on his couch the first day you met - and now you would spend the night in his bed with full intention.

“You’re pretty serious about me, huh?”

He paused before responding to that.  “Yeah, I am.  Is that okay?”

“More than okay, Din.  The feeling’s mutual.”

He released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and encouraged you to stand up before securing his pants and doing the same.  His hand tangled with yours.

“Come on.  I’ll guide you.”

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You woke up the next morning in a panic, a warm hand clamped over your eyes.

But a familiar and soothing voice brought you quickly back to reality. 

“Hey, hey… I’m sorry… it’s just too bright in here now that the sun is up.”

Oh, yes.  You sighed happily in remembrance of the previous night’s events.

“I’ll keep my eyes closed.  Promise.”

His hand lifted off your eyes to smooth over your forehead while his mouth met yours.

“I’ll never tire of this,” he murmured between kisses.  “Stars, you’re beautiful, Flora.  I couldn’t see any of you last night.”

Oh, gosh, you were still naked.  

You’d never believed any part of you was particularly beautiful, especially as age had started to gray and wrinkle what few decent attributes you possessed.  But the honesty in his voice almost made you believe it.

“I have yet to see any of you, though.  It’s a little unfair - don’t you think?”

“Well,” Din started, running his hand over your breast and traveling down to the apex of your thighs.  “I could put on my helmet, and we could remedy that right now.”

“I…” you struggled to respond, old fears suddenly resurfacing unexpectedly.  “I don’t think I can… I’m a little sore… I’m sorry…”

“Flora, no…” he responded immediately to your tone, moving his hands away from your body and instead cupping the side of your face.  “You never have to apologize for that.  I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

The relief you felt in that moment, the confirmation that this man was not like the others, brought you to tears.  You cleared your throat and quickly wiped them from your closed eyelids, praying he didn’t notice.  It wasn’t his fault.

“No, it’s just been a long time,” you replied with a sniff.  “I trust you not to hurt me.  Please know that, Din.”

He observed you for a moment, puzzled by your subtle emotional outburst.  Had others been unkind to you in such intimate encounters?  He’d murder those men if you asked.

“I have another idea if you’re up for it.”

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You were perpetually intrigued by this man.

Here you were standing naked in the shower… with an equally naked man… in the pitch black dark of the locked fresher…

And there was no groping… no begging or coercing… no expecting you’d do anything but actually shower with him in the dark.

In fact, despite the banality of it, it was exhilarating to know that he was willing to be so vulnerable with you - more than he’d been with anyone else in many, many years.

You couldn’t see him of course, but he didn’t turn you away when you pressed your body against his in an affectionate embrace - skin on skin.  Maybe it was easier for him this way - easing into it… no pressure to push his limits with this new intimacy.  It must be overstimulating when you normally walk around covered in multiple layers of canvas and metal.

You stayed like that until your skin started to prune.  You really wished this night-turned-morning didn’t have to end.

But alas, Grogu needed to be retrieved, and you had duties to attend to at the greenhouses.

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After the armor and helmet went back on, you walked hand in hand to your cabin so that you could change your clothes and share a quick breakfast before heading to Karga’s home in the town center.

Greef winked knowingly at you as he placed Grogu back into his father’s arms and gave Din a little jab in the ribs, whispering to find him later for a chat… ‘about business matters, of course’...

You couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps you’d found more than love and companionship here on this little backwater planet.  

Maybe you’d walked right into an empty place in this little makeshift family… 

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 Epilogue

[sherylhooper]

Now that BNHA is ending, I can finally say.... I didn't care about LoV at all, lmao. I didn't care about Shigaraki (kinda pitied little Tenko, sure), didn't care about Toga at all, didn't care about Spinner, Dabi, Compress, etc. Mind you Overhaul was more interesting with his "end the quirks cuz they are desease (kinda turned out true from AFO and Yoichi's backstory)".

People calling mangaka bad writer just because most of the criminals died and faced consequncws of their action and weren't "integrated into the society" (as if they hadn't killed hundreds of people) to live their "sunshine and rainbow lives" and how dare mangaka only make it seem like only children deserve to be saved and not villains...

How delusional are you, people? They were fucking murderers! Young or not, abused or not, shamed or not, discarded or not, they killed people! Do ya'll know how many serial killers had horrible childhood and were abused as children? Should we make it okay for them to roam the street juat for that and discard all the crimes they did?

"Just because it's realistic, doesn't mean that mangaka wrote it well, they deserved better" 🙄

And I say death for most of them was mercy and deserved to rot in Tartaros, end of story.

(LOV lovers dni, cuz I see one word and I'm gonna block your delusional selves)

[theworldisabrokenbonebutitishome]

Yeah, we know we shine, born out of a fire And we're burning through, through...

Oil & Water - PVRIS

[doodlboy]

Kiyotaka doodle page ft. Mondo

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

you know how we've been told that in gang fights there are unspoken rules? Like you aren't allowed to hit girls or use very lethal weapons (for example guns)

Do you think kicking someone in the nuts is also not allowed? ☠️ Like we've seen them knock each other's teeth out, use batons, metal pipes, etc but we haven't seen anyone get kicked where the sun don't shine. I suppose that would be going too far since it hurts so bad and all the guys silently agree that you just don't go there 😭

Well I think mainly it depends on the gang, since not all of them seem to follow rules. But that being said I think there is either a code against it or it's considered to be a dirty move, like something a kid would do when they're losing. In the same way that biting seems to be looked down upon. So like a cheap trick that shows you don't really have good fighting skills.

[buwheal]

alright gang what we thinkin Ive been doing this without a reference this entire damn time and its KILLING my consistency.... sigh... me when i have to follow the properties of a character to draw them correctly.... (bwomp)... /j

is he fucked up enough

[muncedes]

my turn to jump into dominik’s arms when?