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thefrogdalorian · 5 months

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Dincember Day 19: Coat

Word Count: 1989 Rating: General Summary: You and Din arrive for a vacation in a picturesque snowy mountain town. There's just one problem: you brought the wrong coat. You head into town in search of the perfect coat but after a long day of fruitless searching, fortunately you have an incredibly patient and attentive Mandalorian to help you through the shopping stress. Content Warnings: Reader struggles to find a coat that fits right (not specified why) so maybe a little body image issues if you squint. Author's Note: This may or may not have been inspired by me spending the past two days looking for the right coat while shopping and now being ready to drop from exhaustion (hence the later post!) but hopefully tomorrow is the day! This one is linked pretty heavily to Day 1 and Day 12. I tried to make it as inclusive as possible in terms of why finding a coat that fit was hard, I struggle myself (I'm very tall) so if that applies to you too, I feel you. It sucks. Hope you enjoyed!

Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist

The moment when Din walked through the door holding a bag of shopping should have been the first clue that something was untoward. You knew that he enjoyed the occasional visit to the weekly market that passed through Nevarro with you but you had never known him to be one to shop for himself, certainly not without you. So, your curiosity was piqued when you noticed Din’s return with a mysterious bag, both at what he had bought and the reason for his apparently secretive shopping trip. Given thousands of attempts though, you would never have accurately guessed what Din had purchased. It was the last thing you expected to see.

“What have you got there?” You asked, getting straight to the point as you sat on the couch with Grogu on your lap.

“It’s for this little guy,” Din said, nodding towards Grogu as he removed his helmet and placed it on the table in front of you.

With his helmet out of the way, Din took the mystery item out of the shopping bag. He revealed it to be a little red coat with matching red trousers, complete with foot coverings, just small enough to fit Grogu. It appeared to be a snow suit of some kind. You were thoroughly confused. You looked up at Din questioningly. Nevarro was a warm planet with lava flats, you had never known there to be a day cold enough to necessitate such a garment. It was then that Din had told you that the vacation you were taking was, to your surprise, a cold planet.

You had done your best to pack for the surprise trip that Din had told you would be to cold climes. Although that was difficult, since the selection of clothes you were working with was intended for climates much warmer than in the mountains of Corellia, where Din had brought you to vacation. After one afternoon of playing in the snow your coat had proved to be woefully inadequate, the material was not thick enough and it was completely sodden after a snowball fight with Grogu.

The first morning that you woke up in the snowy paradise, rather than being able to enjoy your surroundings, the first order of business was to procure you a more suitable coat that would protect you against the elements. The two of you were heading into town to shop for a new coat. You felt enormously guilty that your lack of preparedness had put a stop to all the fun you could be having. Plus, shopping when you needed something was not the most pleasant experience. You did not have the luxury of browsing the shops, selecting something for a treat that took your fancy. If you didn’t manage to find something suitable you would not be able to enjoy your time here.

Din had dressed in his beskar’gam for your excursion and despite how bad you felt, he would let you feel no such negative emotions. But despite his insistence that you needed to get this coat sorted so that you could enjoy your time here, you still felt awful. Plus, given Din's unsual appearance, you were painfully aware that he was turning a number of heads as you wandered through the streets of Doaba Guerfel. You doubted that the picturesque mountain town where you were staying for a festive winter retreat was used to many Mandalorians. You had done your best to ignore them though, and remain optimistic that you would find the perfect winter coat in one of the various clothing retailers dotted around the quaint town.

But the day had dragged on, beyond even your worst fears. You had been searching for what felt like an eternity. Now, Grogu was getting restless and the number of stores left for you to visit was dwindling. Yet still, the perfect winter coat eluded you. Everything that was available seemed to be out of season. And any winter coats that you saw were either not made of the right material, not something that you felt comfortable in or not quite the right size for you. Din was doing his best to reassure you and ensure that you did not feel bad even though you could tell his patience was beginning to wear thin.

“One more store,” You sighed, already feeling defeated.

“This is going to be the one, mesh’la, I can just feel it,” Din said as the two of you walked arm in arm towards the final store. You noted the way Din had used the Mando'a phrase for beautiful to refer to you and it touched you deeply. He clearly wanting to highlight that to you now, he could see that the amount of ill-fitting coats had perhaps made you slightly insecure. You felt instantly lighter as Din pushed the door and entered the small shop that appeared to be owned by a family, judging by the name on the door.

A friendly old man greeted you from behind the counter when you walked into the small store. The family-run business was quiet, a few people were shopping but it was a world away from the many hot, cramped stores that you had already visited today. This one was slightly off the main shopping street and appeared to be less of a tourist trap.

You felt slightly more optimistic, both from the vibes of the store and the way Din had assured you while approaching this store that this would be the one. He was so confident that you almost believed him. But cruelly, as you rounded the last rail of coats, still nothing was appropriate for you. You were dejected, disappointed and you felt terrible looking at the way Grogu was writhing impatiently on the seat Din had placed him on. He had brought you both here for a relaxing vacation, not to shop for coats. You were about to turn on your heel and storm out of the store, when the sound of Din’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“I need to find a coat today, something warm,” Din explained, having already marched over to the counter behind which the elderly man was standing. “I have a lot of credits. It’s for my partner here,” Din gestured towards you. You felt awful that it was having to come to this, even more so that he would have to waste any more of his hard earned money on you, after he had clearly splurged on this vacation.

“Ah… there has been quite the run on coats recently, with all the tourists at this time of year, we simply cannot meet the demand,” The old man explained, bringing up a finger to scratch his chin as though deep in thought. “However, I think I might have something in the storeroom that is just the right size.”

Din nodded slowly, then turned towards you and tilted his head as if to say, I told you so. You smiled and shook your head at him, you hadn’t even seen the coat yet and already he was so certain that it was going to be right for you. When the old shopkeeper returned with the coat in mind, you could see instantly that this was the coat for you. It appeared to be the right size, unlike most of the coats you had seen thus far today. Plus, it had a thick, fur-lined hood with equally warm lining and a waterproof material on the outside. But that wasn’t even the best part. The best part was the colour: bright red, Just like Grogu’s snowsuit.

Your face lit up as the shopkeeper brought it over, your heart was pounding. All day you had been hoping to have the moment when you saw the coat and just knew it was right for you and finally, it seemed, that this might be it. You took the coat from his wrinkled hands, trembling slightly as you did so. Din had walked over to be by your side as you tried it on.

As you slipped your arms into the coat, you felt a rush of euphoria. This was exactly the right coat for you. It fit you like a glove, you loved the material and it was the right colour so you could match with Grogu.

“It fits you perfectly!” The old man exclaimed with glee once you had fastened it around you.

“It does,” Din said, his helmet tilting to look you up and down. You felt your cheeks warm slightly out of embarrassment from knowing that he was gazing at you like this, but it was just another sign of how much he adored you.

Din went to pay for the coat while you scooped Grogu up from the seat he had been sitting on, watching you try the coat on. He cooed happily and placed his little claws on the chest of your coat, as if to give his seal of approval at the fact you were now matching.

“Thank you for your business!” The old shopkeeper said with a wave as you left the store, “I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay here!”

“Thank you for your help,” Din nodded as you stepped out of the store.

You headed back towards the cabin, Grogu in your arms, the two of you matching while the unpainted Beskar of the man beside you gleamed in the late-afternoon sunshine.

Later that evening, when you returned from the long walk that you had taken as the sun set over the mountainous paradise, your history with coats was weighing upon Din’s mind. After all, if it hadn’t been for you forgetting your coat to run a few errands on your homeplanet when a rainstorm hit, you never would have met Din. As you proudly hung your new red coat up on the pegs just inside the cabin, right next to Grogu’s much tinier one of the same colour, you heard Din walk into the hallway beside you.

“It seems to be a pattern with you,” Din observed with a smirk as he leant against the wall.

You looked at him quizzically, not following where his mind was.

“I mean, you and coats,” Din elaborated. “We met for the first time because you forgot to wear one and there was a downpour. Now we spent an entire day shopping for a coat so you’d be wrapped up against the elements here.”

“You’re right,” You giggled. “I really am hopeless.”

“You are hopeless,” Din said teasingly as he walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “But that’s why I love you.”

“Well, I love you too,” You said as you leaned in to kiss Din softly. “But maybe next time you do a bit of shopping for Grogu, you could at least include me too.”

“Oh, so this is my fault,” Din huffed, pouting slightly.

“Maybe��” You mused. “But you did fix it. Thank you for helping me get what I needed in the end.”

“You’re welcome, cyare,” Din smiled. “You know I’ll always fix anything for you.”

“I do,” You sighed, looking up at Din dreamily, feeling grateful that you had such a caring man in your life.

You leaned in to kiss him again, before he placed his arm around your shoulder and the two of you walked into the main living area where Grogu was playing with the fire.

Despite how terribly the day had begun, you had managed to turn things around with Din’s help. Now, you would be wrapped up against the elements. You could enjoy the rest of the time you had here in this idyllic mountain paradise, complete with the new red jacket to match the snowsuit Grogu had been bought by his father. It was just another story to add to the amusing history you and Din had with your apparent hopelessness at being prepared for the weather with the right coat.

#dincember 2023 #din djarin #din djarin fluff #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal characters #my fics #this one was late for me i had a BUSY two days and i had so much fun but i am ready to flop now #anyway somehow got this out of me so woo

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jackwolfes · 7 months

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Wesper // Six of Crows // 1117 words // E rated @kinktober2023 Day 4: Rimming [all kinktober fills]

Wylan Van Eck always has something good to say about his boyfriend’s mouth.

He has always thought it's particularly well shaped. It curves just right into a smile and looks handsome even when Jesper frowns, and it's soft, too. Wylan likes looking at it, even if sometimes that makes him blush a little more than a respectable mercher ought to. He flushes sometimes just thinking about kissing that mouth, but actually doing it? Ghezen.

Kissing Jesper and his perfect mouth is wonderful. It’s addictive, especially on the nights Jesper hovers above him while he lies back on their bed. It's even better when Wylan can hardly even move for the fact Jesper has him pinned down, and best when Wylan has no choice but to take Jesper's mouth however he sees fit. And take it he does — eagerly, readily — with adoration and eagerness in every kiss.

But this is something else entirely.

He hadn’t been completely inexperienced the first time he kissed Jesper, nor the first time Jesper got his hands on his hips and asked to open his trousers. It's just that Wylan hadn't done a lot. He'd kissed boys before and let one awkwardly play around with a hand in his trousers, but it hadn't been very good. It had been clumsy, a little awkward. Unsatisfactory.

This isn’t anything like that.

This is the utter definition of satisfaction. It is Wylan on his hands and knees on their bed, looking down at his soft pile of pillows and struggling to think about anything but Jesper's mouth on his body. His mind is blissfully blank, thinking only of what Jesper is doing behind him.

Ghezen, he thinks, oh, Ghezen.

Jesper’s mouth on his body — on his — in — back there — might just be the best thing Wylan has ever felt. It's embarrassing how much he likes it, but he really likes it.

Wylan shifts his knees further apart, rocking backwards into the palm Jesper placed on his ass cheek. Those broad hands spread him and give Jesper all the room he needs to toy and tease with glorious obscenity. He whines, wanting more so badly his cock throbs. Jesper doesn't offer more. He doesn't even laugh.

Instead he leaves another wet kiss to the pucker of Wylan's hole, tongue darting out to tease the sensitive nerves.

Wylan hadn’t known what to think the first time Jesper had suggested it. He certainly hadn't ever thought he’d like it so much. But Jesper offered it casually after fucking Wylan hard enough to make catching his breath a struggle, turning onto his side and saying, can I use my mouth on you next time? Not on your cock, on your— and he'd been drawing shapes on Wylan’s stomach all the while. No pressure.

Now there's nothing but pressure, building in the core of Wylan's stomach. He moans, squeezing his eyes shut tight. This time Jesper does laugh, a little bit, sounding breathless, but he doesn't stop his dedicated ministrations. When he readjusts his hands he allows his thumb to dip low, teasing Wylan's hole and pushing the very end of it in. Wylan sobs. He feels dirty and scandalised and embarrassed and so pleased with all of it, knowing that these are all the reasons he loves it so much. He's been turned on since Jesper told him to clean extra well for tonight, because the promise in Jesper's voice gave away what was coming and only meant one thing. Scandal, mortification, satisfaction. Now Wylan is dazed and certain he'll come untouched before Jesper even fingers him properly.

With a gratified hum Jesper pushes closer, burying his face in Wylan's ass like he loves it. Wylan feels stubble and a smile, pressing against his most sensitive nerves. Jesper knows he's sensitive. He's exploiting that.

They both know Wylan won’t come until Jesper reaches around him and touches his cock, because he has never once come untouched and probably never will (even though Jesper leans in with a wicked glint in his eye sometimes while fucking him and offers to try and make him). It never works, though, and Jesper always concedes before tugging an orgasm out from Wylan with a hand on his cock, but maybe— maybe—

Jesper pulls away just long enough to spit, dirty and wretchedly glorious, right on Wylan's hole, and Wylan's arms buckle beneath him. There’s tension in his spine, and very little else keeping him upright, and he chokes on the next noise falling from between his teeth. Jesper laughs, and before he leans in with his lips again he presses the tip of his forefinger against Wylan's pucker. Then he pushes in — slowly — and leans down to add his tongue in alongside it.

Wylan jerks his body against Jesper's face, sobbing out a plea. He feels Jesper's other hand wrapping around his front, pressing flat on his stomach then drifting firmly down. Wylan's hips jerk without him meaning for them to, sending his body back against Jesper's finger and tongue, urging them deeper and wanting to cry when they oblige.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes—"

"Mmhhn—"

"Jesper— please—"

Never in his life has Wylan come untouched but the knowledge of his lover's face buried in his ass because he loves it that much paired with the final pointed insistent press of a finger against his prostate turns out to be the key. So wrapped up in the slick feeling of Jesper's mouth Wylan finds himself closer than he knew, and when Jesper starts rubbing at his prostate Wylan chokes again and feels himself hurtling over the edge of an orgasm.

He cries out — Jesper swears, although it's muffled — and then a warm palm is wrapping around his cock to see him through. Wylan shouts, elbows and knees finally crumpling as s pleasure tears through him, still fixating on the broad sweep of a tongue over such a sensitive place. Then he collapses, ending the night completely ass up and heaving for breath.

Slowly, Jesper pulls away. Wylan twists in time to catch his eye, although half his face is covered by his hand, wiping away spit. When he pulls it away, Wylan sees a bright smile on his lips.

"Didn't know you could come untouched," he teases.

Wylan exhales. "I didn't either."

It makes Jesper chuckle, which makes Wylan pleased. "Wanna find out what else this gorgeous body can do?"

A thrill dances up Wylan's spine, and he smiles. He does — he always does — but right this second, it isn't his priority.

"Right now," he says, "I want to return the favour. You cleaned earlier, right?"With fondness in his eyes, Jesper's smile grows, and Wylan knows to take that as the yes it is.

#the really ironic about this fill is that when i first planned for kinktober i saw that day 4 was 'prostituion'#& decided to do a wesper fic. except that's now 20k words and counting and still unfinished #anyway first wesper of the month! woo!#wesper #soc #six of crows #wylan van eck #sab netflix #jesper fahey #crooked kingdom #dgb does kinktober 2023 #kinktober 2023

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fluffysoraa · 7 months

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Inktober day 1 🌙

shes drawing her muse :)

#woo lets see how far i get this year #i'll probably give up at about day 20 like every year lol #inktober #inktober 2023 #drawtober #art challenge #october #halloween #spooky #spooky season #witch #moon #art #painting #original art

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veinsfullofstars · 2 months

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Kirbtober 2023 Day 31: Final Boss

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Kirby and Ribbon facing off against 02 within the red-and-black space of Dark Star, the Crystal Gun shining brilliantly as they hold it aloft between them towards their foe, who looms above them angelic and terrifying, tears of blood oozing from its single, staring red eye. END ID.)

Kirbtober 2023 prompts by @/paintpanic (link to list here)

Started on 10/07/23, finished on 10/08/23. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 10/31/23.

Do your best.

Whew… holy shit. I did it. It’s over. I made it all 31 days. I’m… exhausted, but very proud of myself. Like, looking back over it all now, I can actually see the gradual improvement in my art from prompt to prompt compared to where I was at before. Not gonna lie, it’s awesome to feel like I’ve made some genuine progress for once, y’know? And that’s in spite of getting hella sick and pushing through major fatigue burnout. Man, it’s gonna be weird not having this, like, routine anymore. Doing a piece a day (or roughly so) was very rewarding in a lot of ways… but also draining. Very draining. My hands need a rest badly, and so do I.

(Hi, future Veins here, popping in to say I did not rest as much as I would’ve liked for, you see, I seem to have accidentally muscle-memoried myself. It’s not so much I have a real routine now - more like I need to draw at least a little bit every day or I get antsy. It is… quite the double-edged sword, I must say.)

(Hi, future-future Veins here. Apparently I left rubber banding on this month because burnout has gleefully slammed back into my spine without warning. This is a reminder to myself that longstanding mental nonsense does not go away just because I’m away on vacation in Popstar for a hot minute. How humbling. -_- )

Anyway, thanks for coming with me on this impromptu art journey. I had a lot of fun and a lot of not fun. I hope you all liked the art regardless. Shoutouts to Panic for making the prompt list and to everyone else who joined in with their own amazing pieces in the hashtag. I tried to share as many of them as I could over the month to spread the appreciation around, though I hope you’ll browse the tags yourself to see all of them. You all did absolutely amazing! Whether you made it here with me or only managed a few pieces here and there, I hope the experience was worth something to you. Go have a snack and a well-deserved rest - you’ve earned it. Take care, y’all, and see you in the next one!

Oh, and have a Happy Halloween! (it was halloween when I first posted this, oops...)

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