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Frankenstein (2025) feat. final screenplay + complete screenplay by guillermo del toro.
there's a lot of scenes i haven't put on here but i'm still figuring out how to make gifs without adobe photoshop so the speed + quality differs per gif.... ahhhhh
Warnings: no spoilers for the movie! Feel free to read even if you haven't seen it yet. Established relationship; unprotected p i v (while Din in his armor👉🏼👈🏼); oral m!receiving. A small, spicy fic with lots of love💖
Author's note: yesterday I watched The Mandalorian and Grogu. My mind is still somewhere far away from my mortal body, in some beautiful, beautiful place...
You always feel it. You always feel that you’ll see your beloved soon. Usually, you have no objective reasons to assume that this will happen. But you just know. Your heart flutters with joyful anticipation again and again, a dreamy smile doesn't leave your lips, and a barely perceptible warmth spreads deep inside your belly.
When Din appears at your doorstep, he brings with him the spirit of wanderings and distant battles. He smells of gunpowder, metal and leather, smells of his ship. Your palms rest on the armor on his chest; beskar is smooth and warm - heated by the gentle sun of your home planet.
Your fingertips touch his helmet; you can’t see his face right now, but you know with what hungry eyes he’s looking at you at this very moment. His hands lower onto your waist with a pleasant weight, and you let him draw you inside your small, cozy house.
Settling onto his lap, you begin to unhurriedly rid him of his armor. Din lets you do it without saying a word - you’ve done this so many times, he’s lost count. He knows you’ll manage.
The first thing you do is pull off his gloves; his large, rough palms immediately lay on your soft thighs, caressing them - almost timidly. This time, you haven’t seen each other for longer than usual; to tell the truth, he doubted you’d still be waiting for him. To tell the truth, he doubts it a little every damn time. But you’re always waiting for him - how could it be otherwise?
The bandolier and the belt join the gloves on the floor. The details of his armor, forged from beskar, are treated with special respect: you know how significant it is, you know that it is part of Mandalorian culture, a symbol of their traditions, a source of their pride. At that moment, Din quietly calls your name. You raise your gaze.
You don’t need his words - you understand that he can’t wait any longer. Neither can you. Usually, the two of you are in no hurry, savoring every moment of your long-awaited reunion. This time, everything is different.
Undoing his pants, you feel his taut flesh beneath your fingers and lick your parched lips. Lifting the hem of your skirt, you impatiently straddle him, and, pushing aside the thin fabric of your panties, slowly lower yourself onto his thick cock. Din tightly grips your hips, and you hear him exhale heavily beneath his helmet when he fills you completely.
You don’t try to take off his helmet - even though you desperately want to kiss him right now. But you don’t even ask him to do it. You know there are rules. And you know he’ll inevitably do it himself, because you’ve seen his beautiful face so many times. Gently pressing your palms against the metal chest plates, you lean your forehead against his helmet and moan softly.
Your bodies move in perfect rhythm. With every thrust, Din strives to penetrate you as deeply as possible; he can’t, he just can’t get enough of you - this separation has lasted far too long. You cum incredibly intensely and embarrassingly quickly, and your man, unable to hold back, follows you.
In his armor, Din looks incredibly hot - you're driven wild by that combination of power and nobility. And no matter how much you love fucking the Mandalorian in his full gear, what you both need even more is to feel each other.
A fresh scar on his left side doesn’t escape your gaze - it looks like the wound was pretty serious. Biting your lip, you gently brush your fingertips against it. You notice a couple more new ones, but this, the big one, really bothers you. Leaning in, you kiss each of them, silently praying for your love to protect him when the beskar can’t.
Strong muscles tense beneath his dusky skin when your lips touch the bottom of his stomach. Your man mutters that it isn’t necessary, but it’s what you want right now. You want all of him. The tastes of his and your release, which you can feel on your tongue, are literally intoxicating you, and his hoarse moans and his palm on your nape completely driving you crazy.
You make love two more times that night before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms, exhausted but utterly happy. As you drift off to sleep, you feel Din gently press his lips to your forehead.
Waking up in the morning, you find your beloved attentively watching you. Still sleepy, you smile at him, but he remains serious. Your heart sinks, and you snuggle closer to him.
You know he has to leave again - and, obviously, very soon. Obviously, much sooner than either of you would like. This is the way…
And you’ll let him go. You’ll tell him everything you feel, tell him how much you love him, promise him that you’ll always be waiting for him. And then you’ll let him go, knowing that he’ll always come back to you.
Settling onto his lap, you begin to unhurriedly rid him of his armor. Din lets you do it without saying a word - you’ve done this so many times, he’s lost count. He knows you’ll manage.
Omg that's so awesome! What an honor that would be to be trusted with his armor! 😭 Love this intimacy detail!
A fresh scar on his left side doesn’t escape your gaze - it looks like the wound was pretty serious. Biting your lip, you gently brush your fingertips against it. You notice a couple more new ones, but this, the big one, really bothers you. Leaning in, you kiss each of them, silently praying for your love to protect him when the beskar can’t.
😭 Praying for your love to be stronger than beskar?? 😭
This was lovely! Thank you for writing this and sharing it!
I've read multiple headcanons that make Kurt latch unto reader like a Koala when cuddling and,, awww how could I not? uwu
I like to make the "reader" off camera so more people can kinda see themselves there
i wish there was an easier way to tell the difference between an "if it sucks hit da bricks" situation and a "sometimes being an adult means doing things that you dont wanna" situation
The best answer to this that I've seen is "You are free to do whatever you like. You must only live with the consequences."
"If it sucks, hit da bricks" is for when you realize that you actually definitely can live with the consequences of Not Doing The Thing.
"Sometimes being an adult means doing things that you don't wanna" is for when you've thought it over and it turns out you would strongly prefer NOT to live with the consequences of Not Doing The Thing.
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