#I neeeed ittttt

[missamyrisa2]

Miss Amy, how would you react to stumbling upon a ticklish girl in a sticky situation? Say she’s gotten herself stuck through a trap door, with her arms and head through one side and the rest of her body through the other. And uh oh, she’s nude and oh so sensitive all over her body…just begging for tickles. Would you make her gigglegasm over and over again, would you taunt her and coo little teases at her.

Just curious👀

Why of course I'd do exactly what an adorable stuck cutie needs and that's to come around to your blushy helpless face and give you all my faux concern. "Awww what happened here huh? You got your little booty stuck in that mean ol' trap door? Oooh such a meanie, that thing is always catching cutie patooties with the cutie tushies. Now, the thing is, we can't just pull you free noooo. That wouldn't be good for you and wouldn't be good for the door either. Yes, we love our precious door. And so there is a way to get you out lickey split and we're gonna do that. So first I neeeed ahhh~" I grin as I talk fast through the explanation, reaching seemingly to nowhere and returning with a stiff white feather. "Let's start here, shall we? Ooh look at this one, this is a good feather mhmm. Soo soft on the edge yet stiff enough to make all the difference." I run my fingers over my tool and snicker squeak at the sensation before I turn it towards you, pointing at your silly self in the trap door. "Now now now we can't have you stuck in here and the only way you're gonna wriggle free is with some, ahem, unorthodox treatments. Now tell me, are you ticklish?"

I probe and inquire yet don't give you time to respond as I draw the feather tip up along face to your ears, quickly picking up another to taunt your other side and neck. "Coochie coooo ~ just let it all out now." I murmur matter of fact as I work my feathers all over your face and upper chest, sketching ticklyy masterpieces on your lovely sensitive skin. Upon unceremoniously dropping my feathers, I dart back to the table of tools and in a fluid motion show you the softness of the fluffy duster and head quickly to your other side to begin employing my new tool between your legs.

"Tickles, doesn't it?"

With a knowing smile I flutter my tool across your thighs while I reach under and tickle at your kneepits. "ticklish ticklish legsssss" I speak so sweetly, working the feathers all over your belly and waist and thighs, just trying to get arousal going. And once I've grown attired of the duster, I toss it aside and return to the front so I can grin so tauntingly at you as I produce a container of massage oil and an ultra supple body brush. I carefully open the oil and begin oiling up my brushy. "You know where it's goin~" I snicker making sure you see alll the preparation before I scamper around to your backside again.

"Ahhh ahhhhh ~ that does ittttt~" With careful precision my brush begins going up and down your royal parts, gliding with the soft oils all the way upppp to your button, all the wayyy downnnnn~

"Coochie cooooo~" I laugh it out loud, rolling the wand along your undies while I lean in and start peppering you with kisses though not before making you select the shade of the tinglyyyy lip prints~~

"There we goooo look at youuuuu pretty girl ~ making all those sparkles for your tickle mama mmmmh?"

Your first gigglegasm only encourages me further, as come back around and oil up my fingers in front of you ~ and I raise the speed and taunt your feet with skittery tickles. "Tickle tickle tiiiickle" I taunt, reaching up further on your legs before departing a moment only to return with a vengeance skittering your hips to your sides to your waisttt. "Let's seeeee how many sparklyyy fireworks we can make tonight hmmm?"

(note~~ I'm on so little sleep, through a stressful week which is already starting into another stressful week so if anything here is nonsensical that's whyyyy I had to stop and trim off a lot of times which I don't usually dooo but this post kept getting eaten by thoughts of kings and queens and warriors in the dark, getting stuck somehow in homes and restaurants ~anywayyy all the loves for you loves and I'm hoping to have more time sooon ~<33)

[xxinkyshadowxx]

SO IM BACK AND I HAVE THINGS TO SAY ABOUT MORE DLC

also fuck proper punctuation im not doing that shit

so we'll probably get more sv let me explain

First off the fact that in the epilogue we didn't get a photo of everyone together

We also did not get a photo of everyone together at the end of teal mask and we instead got that at the end of indigo disk

so, no photo for pt 1 but at the end of pt 2 we get a photo for both part one and part two. And since the epilogue is (basically) part three and we get no photo i can only assume that there will be a part four

Second off is the fact that gamefreak is gonna take their time with ZA and since they've been releasing games really quickly we'll probably get more sv to tide us over

Third off is that this dialogue here is really weird

this to me feels like carmine's writer either being pissy that the pecharunt story wasn't included in the epilogue or foreshadowing something

"But it says it right there that the truth will always be a mystery"

Sure, it does say that but also

but we did find out, meaning that what she said is wrong and that ups the odds in my head for more dlc

and lastly

Hmmmmmm

They're leaks are quite reliable too

so in other words GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV GIVE ME MORE SV PLEASE PLEASEEEEE GIVE ME MORE SVVVVVVV PLEASEEEEEE I NEEEED ITTTTT PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE

[beegswaz]

MEOW MEOW TAG WEE!!!!

mwehehehehee....... spreading my phighting propaganda......

ANYWAYS any1 is welcom to do this :p i dont believe in tagin it makez me think only those peopl can do it so i Dont do those mass tagz yr all welcome 2 do this (i wanna see wut u all like so u guys shld DO IT!!!!)

Fuck it we ball I'm starting my OWN picrew chain bc why not >:}

Use this one, and then add something you like! (A song, movie, piece of art you made ECT.)

Here's mine :3

Augajsjjjejfmslfmdkdomejfkckskrocmdo tag time >:] (no pressure) @imlivinginyourtrashcan @demonitizedstuff @oddball-artz @crowithy @arospecbandgeek my brain is cooked rn, so if I missed you, join anyway :3

[elizabeth-mitchells]

hayley williams watched yellowjackets!!!!!!! i neeeed to know her thoughts about ittttt

[kpopfanfictrash]

don't even bother with the title we don't care please just post ittttt😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i neeeed that yoongi fic ASAP THE TEASER FEELS LIKE A DENIED ORGASM AAAAAA

I don't know how long you've been around my blog but it normally takes me as long, if not longer to edit a fic after I write it 😂

[bunny-extract]

Putting in a formal request for an office au cod fic I neeeed ittttt

[jackbozx]

[natsu-tte-noodle]

*me trying to click on a link to read a fic*

*automatically goes into 'last hope mode'*

me, to the computer: "YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE. AND YOU WILL GIVE IT TO ME NOW! I NEED IT. I NEEEED ITTTTT" *smacks computer*

Nooooooo I hope you were able to get to the fic!!!

This ask did make me check my own fic masterlist links and I saw that the Kazu Sims 4 one was broken so thanks for that lol and sorry if that was the one that was giving you problems!!

[firsttarotreader]

I don't really comment of Ps private life however after seeing akot of the bullshit of the last few months I have a few observations because I can't hold it in anymore lol

Every case people bang on about for P dating a certain person could be made for all of his friends/people he works with. He spends alot of time with coco and they travel together alot because she is his hair stylist - no one is shoving it down everyones necks that they are dating. He goes to alot of things with Jason one of the first things he did with his time off was go to a concert with him - again radio silence on that. I remember when he used to spend alot of time with ana but nothing came of ittttt because they were friends. So I don't get why everytime I open an app in terms of P do I see the SAME THING OVER AND OVER AGAIN. Not so long ago I saw someone say "he only hangs out with gay or lesbian people so blah blah blah" get. a. grip. That doesn't give anyone a right to shove him with people he is close to. I just neeeeded to get that off my chest because it's getting tiring. The fandom in turmoil whenever he does anything regarding that person, he is literally the same with him as other friends also notice how 95% of the time he is rarely just with one friend with the few exceptions like the famous romantic holiday with about 90 other friends. Please. Yall need to chill tf out and support his work more instead of who he goes to bed with at night.

That pretty much sums it up, anon. ✌🏻Now waiting for some people to knock on my door with a knife in their hands. 🙄🙄

[missamyrisa2]

putting on blush so i look shy and embarrassed to lure you into tickling me before turning the tables on you . the blush brush is still involved ofc , you need some of your own dont you ?

Ooooh that's absolutely diabolical and yet soooo simple ~ I love ittttt and alsooo ghaaaa I know I'll fall for it even after you tell me because there's fewwww things I can resist less than a blushyyyyy cutie~!! And eeeeppp I don't neeed anyyy because I'm alsoooo an easy blusher it's like I can feeeel my cheeks ignite immediately and the warmth blooms down my neck and collar toooo and then it's alll over as soon as it starts. I dunno blushing just is like my body giving me up saying yep, she's ticklish go right ahead and tickle awayyyy ~

Even my silly navel blushes! I noticed lately when I'm being teased there's a tinyyyy spot of pink that always forms at the one side of my navel, maybe from twitches or crunches or something but it's definitely thereeee. But you can just put that brush aawyyyyy mmmhh I neeeed to have blush brushes safely pointed awayyy from me at alll timessss that's a regulation and you can take that to the local branch of tickle rules~

[harryfeatgaga]

harry post already im waiting!!!🧐

I NEEEED ITTTTT

[aalissy]

Game Night

Day 3 is done! This does contain spoilers for Truth so if you haven’t seen that episode yet please do before reading this!! That being said I need more reveals like this hehe. Anywho, I hope you enjoy <3 <3

AO3

About to enter her first class of the day, Marinette was paused in her tracks by an arm yanking on hers. She let out a startled yelp as she was dragged away from the classroom door before she turned around and met the wide eyes of Alya. With a small scowl, Marinette rubbed on her arm after her best friend let her go. Giving a small huff, she pouted, “What was that for? For the first time ever I’m on time to class and now we’re going to be late!”

“I need to speak to you,” her friend said urgently, a look of regret entering into her hazel eyes.

Marinette nodded quickly, “Ok. Is something wrong?”

“Kind of,” Alya ran a hand through her hair frustratedly, “I know we haven’t been able to hang out as much because you’ve been busy with the bakery and homework. I mean, that’s why we set up the games night later because you, me, Adrien, and Nino are all finally free today.”

“Oh no,” she sighed quietly, “Can you guys not make it?”

Alya glanced away before meeting Marinette’s gaze once again, “Well, here’s the thing... Nino and I can’t come because I suddenly got swamped with babysitting the twins and he got grounded after we got our exams back. But, Adrien’s still free.”

“I don’t know, Alya,” Marinette murmured, her eyes glancing down at the floor as she nibbled on her lip, “It’s not going to be as much fun without you and Nino and I still have a lot of work to catch up on anyway. Don’t you think I should just cancel and reschedule for a different time?”

“No way, girl!” She spoke decisively, “You’re almost never free and you’ve been absent from all of our recent meetings! You need to have some relaxation time.”

Marinette shifted uncomfortably, “But it would be just me and Adrien. You know I’m still working on just being his friend and Luka and I broke up not that long ago.”

“Which is why you should totally do this!” Alya gave her a wide smile, reaching out to squeeze her shoulders tightly, “Prove to yourself that you really can be a great friend to him. And besides, it’s not like you and Adrien have never played video games together alone before.”

She giggled, shaking her head amusedly at her friend, “Alright, I’ll do it. But only because you’re right. I really do need to spend some time with friends. I swear I’m going to die from stress alone.”

“I don’t know how you do it girl,” Alya bumped her shoulder with hers playfully as they began to walk back to their classroom.

“Me neither,” Marinette sighed quietly to herself. Sliding into her seat, however, she turned back to Alya, “We are definitely going to need to find another time where it can be all four of us though.”

Alya nodded her head quickly, “Oh, of course! I’ve finally learned a few tricks in Ultimate Mecha Strike III that I think might let me win a few rounds against you.”

“Psh, good luck with that!” Marinette snickered quietly to herself before their teacher entered the classroom and began her lesson.

Listening to her lectures that day was a lot more difficult. Half of her thoughts were still stuck on whether or not she would be able to handle acting like she was just a friend to Adrien. The other half of her thoughts were plotting. Where she’d go if there was an akuma attack, how she was going to keep the miracle box away from Adrien’s sight, and how to keep the kwamis quiet during their playthroughs.

Marinette still scribbled down notes, of course, but every so often she would glance out the window during her lectures, certain that there would be another akuma attack to ruin her day. Her leg jostled restlessly throughout the entire day, hoping that Hawkmoth would send it before her game night with Adrien.

No akuma came, however, and Marinette was left to sigh silently to herself as she trudged out of the classroom, positive that Hawkmoth was just delaying the inevitable. The warm sunlight that beamed down upon her face when she stepped outside didn’t do much to lighten her mood. She was about to begin her walk to the bakery when a hand touched her shoulder.

With a startled yelp, Marinette whirled around, meeting the wide, green, sheepish eyes of Adrien Agreste. He gave her a crooked smile before rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry, Marinette. I couldn’t help but notice though that you looked down. Is something wrong?”

“No, no, I’m fine!” She panted out, a hand on her chest as she attempted to calm her racing heart rate. Feeling awkward, she tugged on her backpack straps, “W-well, I mean, I am kind of upset that Nino and Alya can’t make our games night. Did you hear?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “Nino told me, and actually that’s what I came over to talk to you about.”

Marinette felt a relieved smile form on her face. He was going to cancel too, wasn’t he? Good, that meant she could spend more time preparing for Hawkmoth’s akuma. She ignored the brush of disappointment that she felt over yet another missed opportunity to spend time with friends and opened her mouth to tell him she was fine with him canceling.

He stopped her before she could, though, beaming down excitedly at her, “Do you mind if I go home first and drop my stuff off before meeting you at the bakery?”

Oh. Marinette blinked a few times. He wasn’t canceling on her. Happiness filled her as a small smile formed on her face. Hawkmoth and her duties as Ladybug could wait for one afternoon then. Alya was right, she really needed a night out with friends.

Her smile grew wider and more teasing as she nodded, “Of course not, Adrien. Take all the time you need before you come over and get absolutely destroyed.”

“Hey!” he said mock-offendedly, “I’ll have you know that I’ve gotten a lot better since the last time we played against each other. Who knows, I might even surprise you.”

Adrien gave her a playful wink and she quickly shoved down the flurry of butterflies she felt begin to swirl around her stomach. No! They were friends. Just friends.

“Good luck then,” Marinette laughed, “I’m looking forward to those new tricks you have up your sleeve.”

Adrien chuckled with her before giving her a quick wave, “See you soon then, Marinette.”

“See you soon, Adrien,” she gave a small nod, the beginnings of a dreamy smile forming on her lips before she pursed them, scolding herself internally. Turning around, she began to head towards the bakery. As she got farther and farther away from him, though, Marinette began to sink deeper into her thoughts once again. Unable to stop herself, she looked around for any signs of a familiar, black butterfly.

Funny how Chat and Adrien were the only two who could manage to take her mind off of everything. Looking behind her, Marinette managed to catch a glimpse of the black limo slowly pulling away from the school. Taking a deep breath, she attempted to calm herself down as anxiety and stress ate away at her.

I can do this, she thought to herself, I have a plan and I’m ready for anything Hawkmoth sends my way. With those last determined thoughts, Marinette turned decisively back to the bakery and continued her trek home.

Saying hello to her parents when she finally arrived, she quickly made her way to her room. Once there, she ran over to where she hid the Miracle Box, checking to make certain that it was still hidden. Breathing out a sigh of relief when it was, Marinette collapsed into her desk chair. She sent a small, lonely glance at the other three chairs that she had set up earlier this morning. Pushing herself up, she began slowly moving two of them out of the way.

“Next time,” she murmured to herself before standing up straight with a long stretch. Marinette yawned quietly as she looked outside her window anxiously. She’d know if an akuma began to attack Paris, right? I mean, there was no way she’d get too swept up in her night with Adrien that she’d miss an akuma attack.

Nibbling on her lip, her thoughts strayed even further. What if she did make it to the battle too late? What if one day she wasn’t there and Chat got hurt. Marinette’s lip wobbled as a lump settled in her throat. This was such a bad idea! What had she been thinking?! She didn’t have time to goof off. There was only Ladybug and saving Paris.

Her eyes shot over to the hidden Miracle Box before a voice shouted close to her ear, “Boo!”

Jumping into the air, Marinette yelped for the third time that day. Forgetting where she was, she reached behind her, grabbing onto something before throwing it over her shoulder with all her strength. Her blue eyes widened as she saw everything happen in slow motion. It was Adrien whom she just threw over her shoulder.

In that split second where he was falling, however, Marinette would have sworn that she saw another familiar, blonde boy flying through the air. Instinctively, she reached for the yo-yo at her side, only for her hand to wrap around nothing. Instead, she could do nothing to stop Adrien’s crash as he hit the ground. Wincing as she heard him groan quietly, Marinette quickly rushed over to him.

All of her previous fears and anxiety were completely gone as she peered down at him in worry. A stunned look was in his emerald green eyes as he looked up at her. Crouching down, she spoke panickedly as she looked for any broken bones, “Oh my god, Adrien are you alright?! Did I hurt you?!”

“No,” he wheezed out, “Besides, it was my fault for scaring you.”

Marinette leaned back as he slowly began to sit up. She examined his face and body worriedly as she gnawed on her lower lip, “A-are you sure? That was a pretty nasty fall.”

Adrien rubbed the back of his head as he chuckled lightly, “Yeah, I’m okay. I think I’m getting used to it now.”

They both froze, blinking at each other slowly. Neither spoke as they sat in a tense silence. Surely not, Marinette thought to herself as her brow furrowed. Attempting to brush off the tension that had suddenly entered the small room, she stood up. Brushing herself off, she offered a hand down to Adrien, “I-I’m still really sorry about that, Adrien. I-I didn’t mean to throw you at all, I just didn’t notice you come in.”

Instead of taking her hand, he continued to stare up at her for a few seconds, a small furrow between his eyebrows as he looked up at her. It was only when she managed to tear her eyes away from his piercing gaze, shifting uncomfortably that Adrien took her hand, using it to pull himself up.

With a small gulp, Marinette looked back towards him. He was smiling and relief filled her as she realized she hadn’t completely broken him. Giving him a small grin back, she motioned her head towards her computer, “D-do you want to play now or should I see if I can get you some painkillers.”

“No, I’m fine,” Adrien shook his head, the smile still on his lips, “I think I’m ready to get ‘destroyed by you now.’” He laughed as he copied her words from earlier.

Marinette’s face flushed as she quickly turned to the computer. Logging into the game, she handed him the controller silently. He took it from her with another small, grateful smile.

As they began to play a round together, she lost herself in the motion of the game. Her fingers moved automatically over the controller as she tried to brush the wave of familiarity screaming at her away. Like she had predicted before, she won easily. Too easily. Adrien’s movements were jerky and disjointed and Marinette shot him a suspicious glare.

“Where were those fancy moves you promised me earlier?” She raised an eyebrow at him, “Those were worse than usual, Adrien.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “I think I’m still a little dizzy after that fall.”

Immediately, her face fell. Standing up, Marinette put her controller down, “I knew you needed painkillers. I’m so sorry for making you play with me, Adrien. Maybe you should go home and rest.”

“No!” he practically shouted, grabbing onto her wrist as she turned to scramble her way downstairs. Her mouth fell open in shock, staring at him in bewildered confusion after his latest outburst. Adrien blushed and then spoke in a softer tone, “I-I mean, no. I’m fine, I promise.”

Marinette huffed with a small amount of frustration, “Adrien, you just told me you got dizzy playing a game. You’re not okay! I’ll be right bac-”

“Where did you learn how to do that?” He cut her off, staring at her intensely.

Her jaw dropped open once again, eyes moving from his down to the hand still holding her wrist before she looked away from him completely. I’m a superhero and I go gallivanting around saving the city, Marinette thought to herself as her lips twitched slightly.

Bringing her gaze back to his, she cleared her throat, “W-well, um, I-I take, uh self-defense! Yeah, self-defense!”

“Really?” Adrien asked as a knowing grin began to spread across his face.

Once again, Marinette felt a wave of familiarity before she shook herself from those thoughts. Nodding her head quickly, she gave a wide, awkward smile, “Really. S-so, c-can I go get you some painkillers now.”

“No,” he spoke simply, squeezing her wrist before he stood up, looking down at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “I feel completely fine now.”

“But you just said...” She trailed off, frowning with confusion.

“Seriously, Marinette, don’t worry. I told you I’m used to it by now,” Adrien shrugged, a soft smile on his lips.

She giggled uncomfortably, glancing away from him and his sparkling eyes. It felt like something was on the tip of her tongue. Something important that she should know but just couldn’t connect. Shifting uncomfortably, Marinette murmured, “You make it sound like you get thrown around by girls often.”

“Hmm,” Adrien hummed, tilting his head as he considered her words, “Maybe not often. But it is weird that it’s happened twice now.”

Marinette snapped her gaze back to his, her eyes narrowing as a spark of something flared up within her, “Then maybe you should stop sneaking up and scaring people.”

She blinked a few times, her hand coming to press against her lips. Why had she just said that? Opening her mouth to apologize for essentially blaming him after she was the one who flipped him, Marinette was cut off by Adrien wrapping her up in a giant hug.

“It is you,” he whispered softly in her ear.

For a brief moment, she tensed up before everything clicked. Oh. Everything made sense now. Of course, her kitty was Adrien. Marinette reached up to hug him back just as tightly before she buried her head in his shoulder.

“Chaton,” she murmured softly, nuzzling into him as she felt his warmth seep into her. Every last worry that she had melted away as she realized she had someone else she could confide in now.

“M’lady,” Adrien spoke quietly back, causing her to sniffle happily.

Eventually, they both pulled back, staring back at each other with wide, adoring smiles fixed on their faces. Just as Adrien opened his mouth to speak, a crash sounded outside on the streets. Both of their gazes snapped to the window before they looked back at each other. A silent understanding filled them both as they nodded at each other.

“Later,” Marinette spoke first, before calling on her transformation. Adrien did the same and she felt relief fill her as she felt less alone for the first time in so long. She could do this. With him by her side, she could do anything.

[shirks-all-responsibilities]

These two just can't get enough of each other, the horny neeeed, the depth of feelings even deeper after the last couple of chapters, I love them...

But okkkk that dirty talk she softly says in his ear and against his lips, all that praise and admiration and want and need she's injecting straight into his lil heart, A+++, poor Din has no defenses strong enough for that, gahhhhh I love men shuddering and groaning from the bottom of their horny lil primal soul like that, gimmmmeeee ittttt.

I have not watched S3 at all but have learned everytttthing I need to know from the reactions I've read here...it kinna breaks my heart, just thinking of what coulda been...sigh!

The Fourth Step - Chapter Twenty-Nine

Part of The World Is Light, Embodied.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3800

Warnings, etc.: SMUHHTT like you knew this was happening based on the last chapter, there’s a pattern at this point in the series, let’s see we’ve got some classic p in the v action, oral sex (m!receiving;), I didn’t mean to make a smiley face there but it works so it’s staying, wall sex because these two are so horny for each other they can’t even make it to the bed at first, roughish sex, lil bit of squirting, okay other stuff like fluff so mushy it’s indistinguishable, disgusting amounts of banter, creative use of Mando’a but shhh just let it happen

Notes: I know I’m a week late on this update. AGAIN. I KNOW. But if we all close our eyes and cross our fingers and toes and just believe then we can pretend this chapter is on time, just like we can pretend Season 3 is full of beautifully poignant moments between Din and Grogu and lots of natural character development and logical plot points that progress our understanding of the SW universe as a whole.

Okay last thing if anyone likes to listen to music while reading, this song inspired this particular chapter and much of this series overall:

Mando’a translations at the end of the chapter.

Please check out the Series Masterlist page for more info.

There’s something else there, now. Something between the two of you - intangible, invisible, but there. Like the pull that had drawn you to him in the first place, brought you back together each time you had parted, but more. 

No longer a simple tie but a knot formed by a constant, inaudible refrain, a rhythm felt in the beating of your heart, mirroring the pace of those words spoken in the cockpit. 

I love you, Din Djarin. 

I love you, tionas. 

It tightens as you make your way through the hold, tugging you back to him every time you step too far away. His fingers seem to follow it, gliding around your waist, cupping your cheek to pull your lips to his. 

A trail of armour marks your path, helmet the first to go as soon as the dark of the hold enveloped the two of you. His warmth is revealed to your touch bit by bit, flightsuit peeling away until only his thin underlayer covers the flexing muscle under your palms.

You lose track of where you are in the ship, the night cycle erasing your sight and the way his lips trail down your throat emptying your thoughts until all that’s left is an ache so deep you can feel it everywhere, the urge to twist yourself up tight into him until you can can’t tell where you end and he begins because there is no longer an end and a beginning, only this connection that binds you together. 

A heartbeat - yours or his or both - skips a steadily growing rhythm, catching with anticipation. 

His hands skirt over your hips, pull them to his own - the motion is a little sharper, a little harder than the rest, knocking your balance off just enough that you stumble. He catches you easily, reversing momentum to push you back against the wall. 

Anticipation shifts into arousal, want.

Need. 

He’s so close - not enough - pressed against you, his heat a sharp contrast to the cold of the durasteel at your back. A shiver runs through your entire body and he hums low in his throat, slips a hand under the hem of your nightshirt to slide up your back and rest between your shoulderblades, warmth a cushion against the chill. 

Another tremor follows in the wake of his hand. Even though he’s touched your back like this countless times now, it still makes your head light, your lungs gasp for breath. 

You thread your fingers through his hair and pull, silently asking, pleading, demanding.

He kisses you deep, pulls a whimper from your chest that he echoes with a groan. 

More need more -

Teeth scrape over the hinge of your jaw and fingers dig into your thigh, haul it up to curl around his waist and your hips roll instinctively, searching for -

Crikking hells yes - 

The hard length of his cloth-covered cock grinds over your cunt, pressing your damp underwear against your clit and sparks of pleasure rapid fire through your veins.

Not enough -

Your hands grab at his shoulders, haul him impossibly tighter against you as his tongue flicks along your pulse, hot and wet over where a whimper buzzes low, reverberating with his answering groan.

Something cracks and swells deep in your gut and a flood of need rushes through your core, shoves desperate words past your lips. “Need you inside me.”

His groan vibrates through your own chest. “Want to feel you, kar’ta, but I should get you ready -“

He chokes off as your hand slips into his underlayer, curls around his cock and squeezes. 

For a brief moment your intent wavers, distracted - pfassk, he feels so good against your palm, hard length pulsing, velvet skin burning with arousal. A warm droplet slides over your knuckles and your tastebuds tingle with the memory of how it feels on your tongue, the sharp bite of his pleasure. 

A wave of fresh slick dampens your underwear, so much that you can feel it on your hand through his underlayer and your focus resharpens, the need to feel him blazing over your skin. 

You stroke along the length of his cock, your pussy throbbing at his subsequent groan, and your free hand finds one of his, pulls it to your hip, hooks his fingers over the waistband of your underwear and tugs. 

A silent command, reinforced by your desperate verbal plea. 

“Gedet’ye, Din.”

He doesn’t hesitate, grips the thin fabric and rips the seam with one sharp pull. 

It bites into the flesh of your opposite hip but it’s only a flash of pain, almost instantly soothed by the brush of his hand down your side, pushing the remnants of your underwear down your thigh and to the floor. 

Then he’s pulling his underlayer out of the way and cool air is flowing over your fingers as you stroke his cock, bitten-back moans catching in his throat to the rhythm of your hand, pausing for just a heartbeat when you guide the head of his cock to your bare cunt, tilt your hips to drag him through your folds to your entrance and -

Yes yes yes -

His cock pushes apart your inner walls, inch by inch, spreading you around the thick of him until you can’t breathe, the sudden stretch overwhelming and so good a rush of wet heat floods your core. 

He grunts behind clenched teeth as he sinks another inch of his cock into your cunt. “So tight I can’t -“

“Don’t stop don’t please -“ Your voice cracks with a moan as your head falls back against the wall. 

His hips roll, a sharp movement that feels involuntary, dragging his cock from your pussy with a wet sound that makes you dizzy with pleasure before shoving back so deep you cry out, lights bursting at the edge of your darkened vision. 

Not enough -

Your fingers clench into the meat of his shoulders and your hips arch to take more of him.

A slew of Mandalorian words rushes hot over your collarbone. He growls low, thrusts again and finally -

Breathless groans mingle in the space between you as he buries deep, your slick folds swallowing the base of his cock greedily.

The ache throbs, momentarily satisfied, the need for connection slaked by the way your cunt pulses around his length. The thing between you loosens enough that you can breathe again, frantic need smoothing into calm, basking in the warm pleasure that spirals out from your core.

He stills, and a thick and heady silence falls around the two of you, his nose brushing alongside yours as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. “You’re too good at that.”

“At what?” You roll your hips as much as you can, moaning at the slight friction. 

He presses his hips tight to yours, preventing you from repeating the motion, his voice slightly breathless. “At testing my restraint.”

That strange, giddy feeling is back, a subtle vibration behind your ribs that urges you to laugh mingling with the primal instinct to move making your head light.

You duck your head quick to nip at his neck, skin catching on your teeth. “Good. You have too much of it, sometimes.”

He clicks his tongue in admonishment. “I need all of it around you, or this is all we’d do.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” You squeeze around his cock - pfassk that feels good - and he shifts, grunting in surprise, but still doesn’t move. 

Fine. Just have to play dirty. 

Your lips find his ear, fingers curving over his shoulders to dig your nails into his skin. “I want this, all the time. Want you all the time, just like this, your cock filling me up so good.”

He shudders hard, and you can feel it, that exact restraint, running through his frame even as he rocks forward, unable to stop his body from seeking pleasure despite his ridiculous willpower.

Almost there. 

You lean back, hands cupping his face gently as your lips pull his into the sweetest kiss you can manage with the urge to laugh and grind on his cock until you come warring in your chest. He wavers, practically melting against you, hand sliding along your thigh to grasp your waist with an almost-desperation. 

Then you pull back just enough, let your words brush over his mouth. 

“I think about you all the time, how perfect you feel like this, how deep you get - exactly where I need you. Like your cock was made for me.” Another tender press of your lips. “Like you were made for me.”

The moan that buzzes against your mouth fills your senses, and suddenly you’re swept up in your own game, a tiny sound slipping past your tight throat as he rests his forehead against yours, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. 

He turns his face to press a kiss to your palm. “You make me believe in fate, tionas.”

A thousand emotions sweep through you, leave you on the verge of gasping for air. That deep-seated connection flares to the surface, burns away any thought of mischievous games and playful teases.

His hands slide around the small of your back, arms winding tight, tilting your hips at angle as he gently rocks into you. The push of his cock along your inner walls floods your core with white-hot pleasure, your mouth falling open in a moan that he chases with a sweep of his tongue. 

Again he slowly pulls back and again he gently pushes in, over and over as pleasure spirals up and up through your body, trembles through every muscle. Your legs shake with it, threaten to crumble under your weight, and you whimper with the strain. 

His arms loosen for a moment, a hand grabs your thigh, hitches it higher around his waist. “Hold on to me, cyar’ika. I’ve got you.”

He thrusts in again and you cry out -

The soft cloth of his underlayer grinds over your clit as the head of his cock pushes against some spot inside you that blasts pleasure through your core. 

Again - 

Crikking hells -

Your hands fly to grasp his shoulders, senses reeling, entire body trembling. 

His hips roll, a smooth glide away and a sharp snap -

Oh kriff -

His cock hits that spot again and wet heat floods your cunt, dampens his underlayer, ignites sparks as it presses to your clit again and -

Again -

So good so good -

Your orgasm grows bright, pulsing with each thrust of his cock along the slick walls of your pussy and another snap of his hips and it’s right there -

He grunts as another wave of slick seeps from your cunt, arms pulling tight to keep you in place when the first shudder of pleasure rolls through your body. “Yes, come for me, just like that -“

Bright wet heat -

Pleasure crashes through your senses and you frantically grasp at him as your legs give out. “Din -“

He thrusts in deep and pushes you tight to the wall, one hand gripping the back of your raised thigh to keep you up and at that angle. 

A sob tears from your chest as his cock presses hard to that spot and your core clenches around him over and over with each wave of pleasure until finally -

The drop -

You’re slumping against him, fine tremors running through your frame, ribs aching with the need for air.

He sways just slightly, bracing your weight, a hand sliding up your back under your nightshirt, soothing, his voice a low murmur in your ear. “Breathe, kar’ta.”

Your fingers hurt - you uncurl them from where they’ve fisted in the cloth of his underlayer over his shoulders. A few deep breaths, the weight of his hand on your back a steady reminder.

Senses dulled by pleasure blink back online and you smooth the wrinkles your had had made in his underlayer, pressing a kiss to the curve of his neck. “You’re too good at that.”

A vibration under your lips marks his silent laugh as he obviously picks up on your echo of his words earlier. “At what?”

You swallow thickly, mouth dry from trying to steady your breathing, voice cracking with spent pleasure. “Making me come so hard I can’t stand up anymore.”

His cock twitches inside you and a shiver runs down your thighs, tracked by his fingers still gripping you there. “Then let me take you to bed and lay you down. I’m not done with you yet.”

You both groan as he pulls out, your cunt clenching at the sudden emptiness. He gently guides you through the dark hold, hands never leaving you, holding firmly when you falter. 

It’s only a handful of steps to your shared blankets but it’s enough to clear your thoughts of the post-bliss haze and reignite your craving for him. 

Your feet barely brush the fabric of the blankets before you turn to face him, slide your hands down his chest to rest on his thighs as you drop to your knees. 

He groans long and low as you lean in to press a kiss to the space just above your thumb. “I said I’m not done with you.”

“And I haven’t even started with you, yet.” 

You nip at the rise of his hipbone through his underlayer then immediately press your tongue to the spot, and the hiss of pleasure from above you curls into your core, arousal swirling to life once again. 

He cups your cheek with one hand, thumb brushing the corner of your lips. “Feeling you come on my cock wasn’t enough? That perfect pussy squeezing me so tight I couldn’t breathe - fuck -“

You turn to capture his thumb, suck it into your mouth, swirl your tongue over it then release with a pop. “No. I’m gonna make you come until you can’t stand up anymore.”

Then you reach up and grasp the base of his cock and lave your tongue along his length to pull the head into your mouth. 

Pfassk yes -

His taste floods your senses, thick warmth of his cock deliciously heavy on your tongue. 

The stuttered groan that chokes from his chest shoots right to your core and you squeeze your thighs against the pulse of want.

You sink forward, pushing his length along your tongue, moaning as it pulses and a hint of that bitter tang you’d wished for earlier finally coats your tongue. 

His hand slides from your cheek to the back of your head, trembling slightly as you slowly drag the flat of your tongue along the underside. “So good, so good to me -“

Your grip on his cock tightens, strokes up as you sink forward again, letting saliva pool in your mouth before pulling back. 

He shudders hard at the twist of your hand along his slick length, whimpers when you purse your lips against the head, tip of your tongue dipping into the slit to lap up the moisture beading there. Groans when you pick up a steady rhythm with your hand, pushing saliva from your pursed lips to coat his cock and ease the friction of your grip. 

Arousal builds steadily between your thighs, fed by every one of his sounds, every twitch of his cock, flex of his body as pleasure courses through him - pleasure you’re giving him. 

Pfassk, it’s all too much and not enough. 

Never enough. 

You duck down to mouth along the underside of his cock, tongue the thick vein that throbs with each pass of your hand. His fingers dig into your scalp, groan degenerating into desperate pants that fill your thoughts completely. 

Quickening the pace of your hand, you slide further down, nose along the base of his cock, swipe the flat of your tongue over the soft sac there. 

His cock throbs in your grip and his hand clenches on the back of your head. “Fuck - tionas -“

You moan in response, opening your mouth wide to let the vibrations ghost over the delicate skin and trace the tip of your tongue over the gentle swell before pulling it into the wet heat of your mouth. 

He chokes out a slew of unintelligible words and suddenly he’s grabbing your hand on his cock, squeezing to stop your movements, words shifting into something you understand. “Stop I want to come inside you please -“

Your pussy throbs at the desperation in his voice and you pull back, lean into the cup of his palm on the back of your head. “Yes, Din, come inside me. Fill me up with you.”

The flurry of movement is so disorienting you barely register the blankets at your back as he slots himself between your thighs and notches the head of his cock at your entrance, thrusts into your cunt with a single motion. 

Oh pfassk -

You’re so wet, slick from your previous orgasm and the feel of him coming apart on your tongue and his cock sinks deep with no resistance. A rough growl reverberates through his chest, makes your pussy squeeze him tight, and he sits back, hauls your thighs around his hips and grabs your waist firmly. 

There’s only a blink of a moment, a brief second when you register the sharp angle of your hips, resting on top of his thighs, bowing your back, and the hard press of the head of his cock against that spot deep inside that makes you fall apart so quickly. 

Then he’s thrusting hard and your awareness shatters until all you feel is his large hands holding you in place and his cock driving deep enough to shove the air from your lungs. 

Again again again -

The smack of skin and the squelch of slick as it floods your cunt matches the frantic rhythm of your heartbeat and the almost guttural groans punching through the air - his or yours, you can’t tell, everything is all too much and pleasure so white-hot it burns is coursing through your entire body and -

He shifts, thighs flexing underneath your ass, one hand sliding up under your shirt to cup a breast, grind his palm over your peaked nipple and the other diving down to swirl firm circles over your clit. 

Pfassk -

You’re floating and falling and your hands are everywhere, grabbing at the blankets, his forearms, the wall behind your head, desperate for something to hold on to.

His hand leaves your breast, grasps one of yours tight, and you cling to it, hold to your chest. 

His pace picks up and his cock is spearing into your core over and over and hitting that spot every time until something bursts and pleasure screams through your blood -

Everything is tight and wet and hot -

He cries out, pace faltering, slowing, fingers spasming on your skin, and your pleasure breaks just as the warmth of his fills your cunt.

A moment of calm, something soft and pure, thrumming along that connection between you. 

Your grasp on his hand loosens, pressing his palm to your skin, over the rapid beat of your heart. Letting him feel it. Feel what you feel for him. 

He sighs, a sound heavy with satiation, and slowly shifts away, pulling his softening cock from your pussy. A dip of disappointment curls in your stomach at the loss of him, until your hear the now-familiar rustle of fabric as he takes off his underlayer. 

You sit up enough to tug your nightshirt over your head, cool air of the hold swirling over your bare breasts for just a moment before he’s with you again, broad chest and warm skin pressing tight to yours, and you sink back down into the blankets, a sigh of your own filtering through the silence as his weight settles over you. 

His hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking over the curve as his lips find yours, kiss you softly. You breathe deep, release his hand to curl your arms around his neck and keep him close. 

The kiss grows, deepens, unhurried and thorough. You lose yourself in it, content to stay just like this for as long as you can. 

Forever, if possible. 

A thrill jumps along your heartbeat, pools in your chest. 

Maybe it is. 

Maybe you can have this, have him. Forever. 

You just have to let yourself have it. 

I love you, Din Djarin. 

I love you, tionas. 

Nudging your nose to his cheek, you break the kiss just enough to speak. “Din. I love you. Really.”

You’re still close enough to feel his smile against your lips. “I know. And I love you. Really.”

A teasing lilt seeps into his voice and you pull back further, imitating his own exasperated sigh perfectly. “Mir’sheb.”

He huffs his laugh and rolls onto his back, arms hooking around your waist to take you with him. “Of course that’s your favourite Mando’a word.”

You squirm into your usual position when you lay like this, one leg sprawled over his hips and a hand spread over his heartbeat, your nose tucked into the curve of his neck, revelling in the feel of his bare skin against yours for a moment. “Teach me more and I might find another.”

A pause, his fingertips tracing circles on the back of your hand. “How about ‘gar cuyir bid vercopa be ner kar’ta.’”

Your thoughts flicker, picking up on the last word. “You’ve called me that before. Kahrohta.”

He hums in agreement. “It means ‘heart.’ I’ve called you that in my head for a long time.” His fingers stop their pattern, gently grasp your hand to lift it to his lips and press a kiss to the centre of your palm. “‘Gar cuyir bid vercopa be ner kar’ta.’ You are the dream of my heart.”

Your breath catches in your throat, emotion swarming up your chest to sting behind your eyelids. “Pfassk. Is this how all Mando’a lessons start? I wasn’t emotionally prepared for kriffing poetry.”

His snort of laughter vibrates under your cheek. “Of course you would curse - twice - when told something like that.”

“I liked it.” You return your hand to his chest, push gently in protest. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

He presses your hand tight to his chest, halting your attempt to push him again, and tucks you in closer to his side. “I will say that and more, for as long as you’ll let me.”

You still, his words echoing your own thoughts moments before. 

For as long as you’ll let me. 

Rising up on your elbow, you look down at him in the dark. “How do you say ‘forever?’”

A hand glides up your back and down again, thumb tracing the curve of your spine. “Darasuum.”

Slowly, you lean down, press a kiss to his lips. “Din Djarin, I will let you darasuum.”

When he kisses you again you can feel the rhythm of those words in the skittering of the heartbeat under your palm and in the pulse of your own in your chest, threaded through with that something else, that intangible knot pulling you together.

***** Mando’a translations

tionas - question

cyar’ika - sweetheart

gedet’ye - please

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[straightntsblog-blog]

"you have my phone, and it's quacking."

my friend told me this today and honestly I need someone to write some prinxiety or somethinggggg ahhh I died laughing! Her alarm was just. ducks quacking repeatedly. and that's so roman/patton. someone write this please.

[kei-ri]

i really loved last nights episode but now that i’m rewatching it i feel like there’s something really off about the pacing like the way they transitioned from each of the scenes is kinda odd …especially between the scene where porsche is playing jenga with pol and tankhun then suddenly in the next scene he’s with kinn collecting the debt ????? like how did he get there if pol said they already left ??????