#I’m a puddle of incoherent babbles

[existentialcrissss]

I got a singular like on my art on my other blog and so far I have forgotten how to speak and not recovered. It was on the artwork that I liked most of them too.

[deviouz]

. . . stuck between a rock and a hard place

still not over the shadowheart + astarion sandwich thing, so i dumped my brain into this post. do not perceive me !!

astarion who has to keep you pinned against his chest, wrists cradled in one of his hands while the other rests against your hip, rubbing his thumb into the smoothness of your plush skin. he’s kissing along the column of your throat, the sharpness of his incisors occasionally peeking through to graze across your neck just to see you jump, feel your heartbeat quicken. he’s whispering praise after praise, rendering you speechless and a mess of incoherent babbles.

shadowheart is cruel with her thrusts, hips pistoning into your hard enough to bruise. she’s got one of your legs curled around her waist, the other pressed cruelly against your chest — dark eyes daring you to move. she’d love to do nothing more than put you in your rightful place, kneeling before her with the most deliciously submissive of expressions carved into your angelic features. corrupting you had been so fun. you practically worshipped the ground she and astarion walked on, desperate for their attention and touch at all times.

as you gasp out, body strung tightly and mind blank. you were a mess of broken pleas and sobs of pleasure, shuddering and writing about as if you were torn between a desperate need for more and the need to hide away because it was all too much. astarion held you closer, a hand sliding over your chest to rest at the base of your neck. as he kissed up your neck, pulling your lolled head to the side so he could access more skin, his fingers pressed into your neck as a test. “keep still, darling. you can do that for us, can’t you? such a good girl for us.”

one of shadowheart’s hands come down to cup your breast, a wicked smile curling onto pretty rosey lips as she twists your nipple with a laugh. she revels in the way you squeak, pressing further into the comforting embrace of the vampire wrapped around you. he shushes you, filling your senses with praises, curls dancing across your skin. shadowheart’s thrusts have your eyes rolling back, harsh enough to have you wondering if you’d be able to walk after all was said and done. when she got into these moods, the need to dominate and turn you into a brainless, mewling toy for her to break, you hardly ever came out of it unscathed. “good? gods, don’t fill her brain with that nonsense, astarion. i haven’t heard so much as a ‘thank you’ fall from her lips tonight. i’d hardly call that good.”

upon hearing that, a slew of ‘thank you’s’ began to tumble through kiss-swollen lips. shadowheart was more than willing to leave you on the cusp of orgasm, refusing your release as means of punishment. it had happened time and time before, and not even batting your eyelashes and begging oh-so-prettily had convinced astarion to grant you reprieve.

“don’t be so cruel, shadowheart. i’m not sure if i can possibly bear another one of her desperate little ploys, as endearing as it is.”

the way shadowheart and astarion spoke about you as if you weren’t even there had you clenching around the faux-cock nestled deep within you, filling you to the brink and bumping against that spongey spot with every other thrust. you were so, so close. high pitched moans and broken whimpers gave that much away. you prayed shadowheart was feeling forgiving.

you could have cried when shadowheart’s hand trailed along your thigh, immediately going to thumb at your engorged heat. soaked wasn’t the proper word to describe what you had done to the plush bed; wetness dripped down, trailing down your folds and the bottoms of your ass to add to the puddle beneath you. it was humiliating.

it wasn’t long before an orgasm wracked throughout your writhing body. it had you damn near screaming, head thrown back and nails digging into your palms with a sharp bite. astarion intertwined his fingers with yours, sweetly kissing along your shoulder as shadowheart fucked you through the overwhelming pleasure of it all. the curl of her lips had your heart thrumming impossibly faster, all mischievous and mean.

“oh, you couldn’t possibly have thought that i’d stop after just one, did you?” came a sharp tongue, “we’re going to be here all night, darling.”

[emiefluff]

Relaxation, Not Agitation

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Fandom ;; Genshin Impact

Pairing ;; Childe x Reader

Summary ;; Sensing your anxiety, Childe tries to plan some quality time with you by playing a game he'd play with his younger brother, which results in a whole lot of...laughter

Notes ;; My Squealing Santa 2023 gift for @giggly-toybox!! I hope you enjoyed reading this fic! Prompt was Childe x Reader with anything but smut or bondage

Tags ;; @squealing-santa | @giggly-toybox

Word Count ;; 687 (According to Google Docs, because the websites for word counting got 683/684

Reading Time ;; 2 minutes, 29 seconds

Paragraph Count ;; 14

Fic under the cut

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You jolted awake from your rest, breathing heavily as you tried to regain your senses. You had just woken up from a terrible nightmare, and you felt severely agitated. No matter how hard you try to go to sleep, it was super hard. As you contemplated your struggles, a voice arose softly. One that you recognized with familiarity so well.

“Hey, is everything okay there, love?” The concern belonged to none other than your dearest boyfriend, Childe. You'd perk up slightly, expressing your love for him with a soft smile. ”Yeah..I-I’m alright Childe..I just..had a bad dream is all..” Despite your attempts to stay calm, Childe knew there was much more going on in your mind.

“Don't worry, love. It's okay, I understand how you feel.” Childe would say with a smile, coming up with a master plan. “Hey, how about we play a little game?” Your curiosity would grow, wondering what your boyfriend had in mind. “Yeah? What kind of game?”

“A game that I would play with Teucer when he was sad!” You seemed to grow more curious, so you'd accept the proposal to play. “Okay, how does it work?” You'd ask innocently.

“Just stay still, love, and hold your arm out like this.” Childe would demonstrate what he meant, waiting for you to follow the instruction. As you did as instructed, Childe would begin to gently trace your palm. It felt nice, but you couldn't help but to blush profusely. “Just trace around like a race car.. And then crawl one, two, three..”

Childe has you waiting in nervous, but exciting anticipation. It was probably because of how his fingers were crawling like a spider up your arm. But then something clicked inside of you. Something you probably should've realized from the start. It had finally dawned on you. You weren't safe from his antics. “Aaand.. A little tickle tickle under here~!”

“Eeeek! Nohohohooo! Ch-Chihihihildehehe! S-Stop stohohohohohoppp! Ahahahaha! Th-Thahahahahahat tihihihihihicklehehes!”

Your lips would bubble out sweet giggles, squirming lightly as you felt Childe’s fingers fluttering against your armpit. It was an especially bad spot for you, which your boyfriend (un)fortunately knew all too well about you. You'd giggle as your pleas fell on deaf ears, failing miserably to try and get away. “No can do, love. Not when you have the most precious laugh ever!”

Childe smirked as he said that, knowing fully well that it embarrassed you when he gave you compliments like that. You'd cover your face, too embarrassed by the teasing. “Nohohohohohohoho! P-Plehehehahahase! Ch-Chihihihildehehe! S-Stohohohohohop ihihihihit! Ahehehehehehehehe!” Your giggles grew louder as you squirmed more.

Childe pulled your hands away from your face, making an “ah ah ah” noise. He enjoyed teasing you since he knew it would always draw a reaction out of you. He would then begin to bring her free hand to your other armpit, both sets of fingers scribbling softly against your soft and smooth skin.

“Now a little tickle tickle under thereee~!” You'd squeal at the contact, practically melting into a puddle of incoherent babbling and a childlike giggle fit. “N-Nonononononohohohohohoho! ChihihihildEHEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEAHAHASE! A-Anywhere buhuhuHUHUHUT THEHEHEHEREEEE! Stohohohop- *snort* !”

It had finally dawned on you how ticklish you truly were when both of you heard the softest, most high pitched yet tiniest snort ever. The worst part was that it came from you, which Childe seemed to be very amused by. After what seemed like ages of constant cooing and teasing, Childe finally lets up on his antics and give you a breather.

“Haha, you're so adorable like this! Are you okay now, love?” He'd ask with concern, hoping he didn't go too far. But fortunately to his surprise, you were smiling and still giggling as you tried to reassure him that you had fun, and didn't mind it.

“Doho-Don’t worry! I-I'm fihihi-fine! I don't really care muhuhu-much as long as we're bohohoho-both happy!” You'd kiss his cheek as a gesture to say “I love you”, to which Childe would return the favor. After a while of calming down, you both go back to bed, cuddling with each other to protect the other.

[theemporium]

https://www.tumblr.com/theemporium/753273514658824192/httpswwwtumblrcomtheemporium7532205037124648

Yes YeS YES. I AM IN A PUDDLE

so seeing jack completely gone? eyes all droopy and lips parted because he can’t stop whining and moaning and he’s babbling incoherently🫠and the way he’s nuzzled his face against nico’s thigh, choked moans and sobs as you follow nico’s instructions and keep stroking him until he’s made an absolute mess🫠and the way jack is so good and pliant and obedient and just listens to whatever nico says

Aargh I CANT When are you writing this?!

And Jack just melts and is pretty much half asleep and he makes these grabby hands for Nico when he scoots away to clean up and Jack literally whimpers. He is sooo clingy and whiny. You move in closer and he latches onto you as you stroke his hair back from his forehead and Nico comes back and cuddles the both of you and also forehead kisses because those make me melt

vahsbsjsbssjsnsn there probably will be a chapter/video in the pornstar au that really focuses on brat!jack having the brat fucked out of him by nico and the reader but idk when it happen (maybe the next one after the one I’m currently working on because I do love the concept)

but jack would be soooooooo clingy and needy afterwards. he’s spent and exhausted and he just needs to feel that pressure of being squished between nico and the reader before he’s really satisfied. and the sight just makes nico’s heart soar because once again, he’s just so emotional over the fact he’s trusted to take care of jack or the reader whenever they get like this🥹

[chromes-corner]

Can I’m have pure vanilla cookie x reader who is overprotective over sorbet shark cookie and ask him if they can adopt them please sorbet they have being alone in the ocean for years I’m want them to be happy headcanons please

Aww, that's an adorable idea! I just want them to be happy too <3!! Thank you so much for your request!!

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And Three Makes a Shiver

Pure Vanilla/Reader

Notes: Familial fluff; headcanon format

Content Warnings: minor injury mention

A/N: A group of sharks is called a shiver so I thought that would be a cute title :)

You’re taking a nice evening walk with Pure Vanilla down at the beach. Most of the time, the two of you walk through the streets of the Kingdom and browse the markets, but tonight you decide to shake it up.

It’s a good thing you did, too, because as you’re walking, the two of you can’t help but notice something in the distance.

Approaching it, you think nothing of it. It’s assumedly just a rock or a piece of ocean debris washed to shore.

However, as you get closer, you notice that the “debris” is particularly round and small and… breathing?!

Your walk turns into a run as the two of you dash down the shoreline to the little beached cookie.

Pure Vanilla inspects the cookie, who seems to be very young, and determines that they’ve got a concussion, supposedly from hitting something in the water — judging by how soggy they are — and ended up on the beach while they were unconscious.

The two of you rush the little one to your home and lay them carefully on your bed.

Pure Vanilla’s staff is aglow with healing magic. When he has allowed enough magic to travel through the cookie’s system, he tells you they just need rest now.

You refuse to leave the cookie’s side, however. They look so young and helpless, and your parental instincts are alight and fierce.

You stay by their side all night. Pure Vanilla stays with you and brings you tea. He offers to take over for a while so you can rest, but you refuse. Pure Vanilla is more worried about you than the young one at this point!

Sometime in the early morning, the cookie wakes up.

They immediately start babbling in some incoherent language (if it even is a language) and the only thing you’re able to make out is that their name is Sorbet Shark Cookie.

You ask them about the whereabouts of their home and their family, and only that makes them go quiet. Sorbet Shark solemnly shakes their head.

Of course, they immediately perk back up when Pure Vanilla brings them a plate of jellies. Poor thing was famished.

While they’re eating, you pull Pure Vanilla aside and inform him of the situation. Your heart aches for the kid.

Pure Vanilla gives you a little touch on the shoulder, an action you know signifies agreement. His care for others runs deeper than anyone you’ve ever met, after all, so of course he’d be thinking the same thing you are!

The two of you inform Sorbet Shark that they can stay as long as they want. Their eyes light up and they babble in gratitude and excitement. Your heart, like your family, grows a little bigger.

Eventually, you paint the spare bedroom an ocean blue and move in all sorts of pirate-themed furniture.

Walks to the beach are now more frequent – and more exciting! Sorbet Shark likes to race along the shoreline and then race back with a seashell or a little crab to show to you and Pure Vanilla.

This is also where you learned of their shark form – a tale for a different time, that one. Let’s just say you almost crumbled on the spot at that surprise.

Beware when it rains – they will splash in every puddle they come across.

Sorbet will occasionally have nightmares about sea monsters, so they’ll find their way to your room and burrow into the bed between you and Pure Vanilla. Not that the two of you mind, though.

Pure Vanilla attempts to teach Sorbet healing magic, but the cookie is a bit too hyperactive to focus. Maybe when he’s older, PV…

Yes, you did have to buy a child leash for them.

Yes, they did try to chew through the child leash.

Most of the time, however, they’re calm enough to just hold your hand when you go places.

All in all, Sorbet Shark may be a bit of a pain at times, but they love their adopted parents, and you and Pure Vanilla love them as your own.

[misselko]

This is my very first fics that I ever wrote in my whole life!! English isn't my native language but am trying my very best on this.

Your warm supports will be kindly appreciated!! 💕

GENTLE HANDS

Genre: Fluff

Words: 994

Professor Byleth had you two seated together to share his book. Is this a boon or punishment from the Goddess that you had forgotten your textbook and got seated next to him today?

 

Snap!!

 

Dimitri’s cheeks turned red when he realized that he just broke the fourth quill this afternoon. His princely demeanour has long gone since (Y/N) seated next to him. The beautiful girl of his dreams with (E/C) that is full of kindness and soft (H/C) that sways gently under the warm kiss of the sun. So pure and lovely. Even a simple greetings from (Y/N), with beautiful sparkle of your (E/C) eyes and sweet smile always send his heart fluttering. And now.. Having you sitting beside him, twirling your quill softly, listening intently  to the Professor’s war strategy lecture with a cute pout... did things to his heart and the quills, for sure.

He was SUPPOSED to focus on the lecture, really, he is really trying his best to. But all the struggle was in vain when (Y/N) quill slipped from your small, delicate hand, and rolling under the table, near his feet.

“Ah! I-I’m sorry for being so clumsy, Dimitri! Please excuse me, I have to pick it."

You flashed him a heartfelt smile and bow from your desk to try to reach for your quill. The quill kept on rolling further and you had to dive to get a grip on it. The future king of Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd has been reduced to a babbling, incoherent mess when your breasts involuntarily brushes against his leg!!

“AAAARGH!!!”

(Y/N) head bumped very hard against the table at Dimitri’s sudden shout. You tried to rub your sore head softly, absolutely had no idea of the severity of your own clumsiness. The House Leader of Blue Lions’ face has turned crimson red, putting a tomato to a pale comparison!! All eyes were on you and Dimitri making the class lecture halted in abrupt now.

“Dimitri and (Y/N).”

“Y-yes, Professor?”

“See me after class for your detention."

“Yes....”

Dimitri didn’t even able to answer it. He just nodding his head up and downs like a broken parrot, saying barely incomprehensible “Yessshh Professor” under his breath. Feeling (Y/N) soft breasts that grazed his thigh has sent that poor boy to lost his mind. He’d be teased for this surely, for the rest of his life.

(Y/N), a girl who is way much smaller than him has reduced the strong spear wielder into a puddle of mush. What an achievement!!

Sylvain is grinning wide from ear to ear like a cheshire cat, watched the scene playing before him in pure amusement. Felix had his eyes rolled and mutters silent curses. Dedue, Ashe, and Ingrid are concerned for both of you and your extra homework while Mercedes and Annette giggles. Everyone knows how the blond prince cherish and feel about (Y/N), maybe... unless (Y/N).  

The Blue Lions Prince always wear his heart on his sleeve, but being such an oblivious person, you were never aware of the deep feelings that Dimitri hold for you. If only you two were more honest with your feelings toward each others, maybe things wouldn’t be so complicated.

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You didn’t want to burden Dimitri with punishment for your clumsiness. Guilt and shame has gnawed into your consciousness wildly like a raging tempest. Fortunately, those piling extra assignments were no match for you and Dimitri’s teamwork. The sun has long been set and the stars are out when you finished the tasks. It would be a beautiful evening if only you weren’t on detention. Only you two remains in the classroom that is dimly lighted by candle.

“I’m so sorry for my mistake this afternoon. It had caused you... much discomfort.” (Y/N) apologize. “My clumsiness has put us into some predicament."

“Don’t be, (Y/N)! It’s my fault for being so loud! And.... distracted. But I won’t have it any other way.”

“What do you mean, Dimitri?”

“I.. I.. It was.. I can’t say it was not enjoyable. I mean.. we get to spend some time together like this and... ” his face darkening and cheeks all flushed red.

“D-Dimitri....”

 

You two stand still in the silent classroom, furious blush crept on your faces. Goddess, you can lost yourself inside his beautiful cerulean eyes that staring back at your (E/C) shyly forever.

 

*growls*

 

“Aaah!! I’m sorry for being so louddd!!!”

Heat spread through your cheeks like wildfire and beating heart went into overdrive. Your tummy had this oh-so-perfect timing on ruining your moment with your crush. Goddess Sothis please kill me right here, right now! How wonderful it will be if earth just split and swallow you whole to save you from your embarrassment!!

Crestfallen with your gaze downcast from embarrassment had shattered him. Dimitri sighed. You were always like this, too shy for your own good. Even this shy part of yours is very endearing to him.

Dimitri smiles politely and takes hold of your hand gently. “Let us head to the dining room and get something to eat. It is almost dinner time, after all.”

 A small smile graced his features, not that you would see.

There was something about the softness that intertwined your hands together. Is it love? Your warm, delicate hands are so small and soft compared to his huge, calloused ones. The poor prince almost had his heart stopped when (Y/N) reciprocate his hand.

You can feel a crisp chill in the evening air as the leaves and trees start showing autumn’s golden, orange, and red hues. But those chilly winds are nothing mere than a soft blows with your hands intertwined together, basking in each others’ warmth. Maybe this night won’t be as cold as usual with (Y/N) by his side. You’re both a flustered mess, grappling with excitement and joy and relief and a little anxiety, but it all feels so overwhelming and wonderful. 

It was a boon, after all. Perhaps the best one of all.

[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

Can you write something with Rosaria fucking her girlfriend stupid in an alleyway at night, then?

Idyllic Moonlit Rendevous

Rosaria x Reader

Summary: Fucking you in the alleyway of Mondstadt’s streets were just one of the many ways in expressing the Freedom that the city was built upon.

Rating: E

If there was anything in Mondstadt that Rosaria loved without any reservations, it would be you. Where the blinding light of Mondstadt’s goodwill and unselfish warmth made her wary, your gentle and selfish desire to monopolize her was something she welcomed. Rosaria enjoyed the kisses you two shared, hidden away from the world, the soft moments where it was just you and her in the wilderness of Mondstadt’s plains.

Far away from duties of the Church and her own self-imposed duties. The exhilaration of exchanging deep and passionate kisses underneath the moonlight was enough to excite her. A brief moment where her survival instincts would not rear in, where the scars left by her past had no claim over her. The feel of your body pressed against her, your warmth that seeps through her clothes as her hands roam through your body. Gently touching you in places she knew would make you aroused.

It was these sweet and lustful memories that carried Rosaria from day to day, night to night, as she fulfilled her self-imposed duties to protect Mondstadt’s blinding light and you, whom she loved dearly. And tonight as she slowly made her way towards the Church for her rest, Rosaria found herself being greeted by your tired self.

“Welcome back, Sister Rosaria” You greeted her, your religious habit was dusted with dirt on the edges, your veil was slightly burnt at the edges, and your hair was a mess.

But even so, Rosaria still thought that you were still breathtaking, a beautiful mess that chased away her fatigue with that cleansing smile of yours.

“I’m home,” She replied, voice uncharacteristically soft and gentle.

You offered her your hand and Rosaria took it without any hesitation, she let herself be led by you, taking darkened alleys and twisting paths towards the Church. This was one of the few things both of you shared, a preference to walk in shadowed alleyways rather than Mondstadt’s main streets. 

“Mhmm...this is hidden enough,” You said as you checked your surroundings, anemo vision glowing softly in the night “I missed you so much today!” You whined to her, letting go of her hand to cling unto her and pressing your bodies tight.

Rosaria smirked at you, hands automatically circling your waist, low enough to rest on the arch of your ass while you rubbed your body against her.

“I guess helping out the Knights of Favonius didn’t do anything to quell your lust?” She teased you, allowing your hands to slide down from her neck and to snake itself through her slits to fondle her ass.

“Mhm…”You moaned lightly as you felt Rosaria hike up the back of your dress and rub your ass, spreading the cheeks and squishing it, the edges of her nails scrape on the edges of your pussy, making you grab her plump ass tighter as you sucked her tits through her clothes.

“Lucky you, I still have enough energy to fuck you for as long as you want” She said as she panted lightly, feeling her arousal wet her panties when you had looked at her through your lashes, your cheeks were red and pupils blown up.

Rosaria was willing to bet that your pussy would not even offer any resistance if she slipped in her fingers right now. You smiled at her, “Rosaria…” 

Her name had always sounded sweet when it came from your mouth and Rosaria knew that it would sound even sweeter once you were moaning mess underneath her. It was a quick work of freeing your tits from your habit, considering it was a sleeveless turtleneck dress that was backless as well.

Your nipples were erect and a delectable invite to suck on, you bit back your moan as Rosaria began sucking on your left tit while her right hand fondled the other one. Her tongue swirled and sucked your nipples while her right hand alternated between pinching your nipples and groping it.

The cold brickstones of Mondstadt’s walls were a nice contrast against your rapidly heating body. You could feel your panties sopping wet as your pussy juices soaked the fabric. You could feel your orgasm building up and yet you were still unsatisfied.

“Rosaria,” You moaned “I-right now” you sobbed, incoherent and hoping that your lover could understand what you were asking for. Rosaria made no acknowledgement of having heard you, beyond the feel of something sharp and cold suddenly tearing through your tights and slicing your wet panties open in the middle.

You gasped at the feeling of your left tit being bitten and sucked simultaneously with your right tit being pinched and pulled.

“Lie down, lift up your dress to your waist” Rosaria ordered and you quickly complied, shaky with the mini orgasm she had just given you.

You laid on your back, habit bunched up on your waist, while your tits were hanging out, your pussy was dripping and visible through the slit that Rosaria’s ice dagger had made.

“Spread those pretty pink lips for me, Sister” she ordered as she slowly formed a dildo on her right hand while her left hand began unbuckling her straps.

“Of course, Sister Rosaria” you answered softly, hands making a show of spreading your pussy and offering up to her. The way you looked as you laid on the cold cobblestone of the alley was far from pure. Your ripped tights and panties that framed your wet pussy, your veil that was now askew with your hair that was spread out on the ground painted an erotic picture that would put Liyue’s famed brothels’ into shame.

And such a sight was solely reserved for your beloved Rosaria.

“Good girl,” She praised as she knelt before you, naked from the neck down with the exception of her stockings that didn’t hide her arousal, her left hand touched your pussy, spreading it out further, lightly dipping it inside to feel your wetness before darting out just as quickly.

Teasing you while her right hand held the ice dildo, you gulped as you debated begging, hoping that she would be benevolent enough to start fucking you right now. Rosaria glanced towards you before looking back to your pussy, her mind was already made up.

She inserted two fingers, and thrusting it in and out of you while her thumb circled your clit, the sudden pleasure made you moan and you had reflexively used your anemo vision to block out all sounds that would come out of the alleyway.

In and out, her fingers went slowly reducing you to the slut you secretly were. A slut that made no hesitation to seduce her in the corner of the church as she smoked, her beloved slutty Sister that allowed herself to be fucked in an alleyway.

Feeling your orgasm from her fingering Rosaria let out a pleased smile, “I still haven’t had dinner yet,” she looked at you and smiled, just tinged with slight darkness that reminded you of her first arrival in the Church.

The dildo that you thought would be used on you was instead thrusted into Rosaria’s equally wet pussy, her panties were shoved to the side to accommodate the dildo and you wanted to badly be the dildo.

“I trust that you already know what to do?” She asked you and you nodded, gathering your wits to begin controlling the air around the dildo to make it move.

Rosaria moaned as it began moving and squeezed your legs together, rubbing it to create friction for your pussy as you felt your pussy glisten at the sound and sight of Rosaria being fucked. But that didn’t last long before your legs were forcibly spread apart by your lover and she began eating you out.

Her tongue expertly found your g-spot, pressing her tongue against it, swirling her tongue inside of your pussy, ravishing you with her accumulated knowledge of your body from the moment the two of you began sleeping with each other. All the while you grappled with your mind to control the dildo but it was getting hard with how good Rosaria was in wringing orgasms out of you.

You could feel yourself about to come but before you could even warn her, Rosaria had already silenced your mouth with her cryo vision. At the same time chaining your limbs to ground as well.

The sudden coldness brought you back from the haze of lust before being plunged to it with Rosaria’s well timed lick. You came into her face and you could feel her smile through your pussy.

“You taste quite sweet today” Rosaria idly commented, cheeks reddened with lust as the dildo languidly thrusted in and out of her pussy.

Of course, it was nothing compared to the feeling of having pinned you beneath her and leaving bitemarks on your neck was she rubbed your pussy with her fingers, fucking you with three digits, roughly and quickly thrusting it in and out of your wet and still sensitive pussy that was slowly making a puddle on the ground.

“You must have enjoyed yourself in the morning, rubbing that slutty pussy of yours against my thigh while I slept” She said enjoying the flush of embarrassment that tinged your cheeks as she recounted what you did earlier in the day. Her fingers curled inside you and moaned, coming and arching your back before slumping down the ground, legs weakly spread out.

Not that Rosaria cared as she continued her ministrations on your pussy, her three fingers were now four and fucking you through your orgasm she moved her body lower to suck on your tits, leaving bite marks all over it and bringing your body to a new height of pleasure.

Your head was already blank and you could not remember if you were still moving the dildo, in the back of your lust addled mind, you hoped that you were skilled enough to still have it moving but this thought to disappeared as Rosaria wrung out another orgasm from your wet and thoroughly fucked pussy.

The ice had already melted from your feverish heat, you were a babbling mess,

“More, please!” You begged as your body chased after the pleasure, “Rosari-ahn!” You moaned as Rosaria’s fingers began to move even faster, interspersed with curling the digits to scratch at your g-spot.

Rosaria came with you as the dildo gave her a particularly hard thrust that had her squirting. She panted heavily as both of you took a mini break. But the sight of your flushed cheeks and the feel of your breasts had only aroused her once more.

“Scissor…?” she asked as her wet fingers caressed your sides, and you nod lightly before moving to position yourself properly.

Hands on your waist while you sat on Rosaria’s thigh you moved in time with her, both of you granting friction to the other and rubbing your exposed and sweaty chests with one another. She kissed you, tongue teasing yours and sucking it before parting.

Both of you were a sight to see, an erotic sight of two lovers being illuminated by the moonlight. You came again and again under Rosaria’s masterful hands and mouth, losing yourself to the pleasure until you were naked and sweaty, the entire body covered with Rosaria’s marks.

Your pussy was sore and well-loved, thighs bruised with Rosaria’s fingers and kisses. By the time Rosaria had her fill of you, your clothes were dirty and stained with sweat and cum, your tights were unsalvageable and Rosaria had at one point used your ripped up panties to muffle your moans.

You were already passed out to the world, and Rosaria took a moment to ponder on the amount of trust you had for her. You hadn’t even considered the notion that she would leave you in this alley as you were. And that particular nugget of truth made a part of her, that was always sure that she would return to the darkness she came from, warm.

She shook her head and gently redressed you, throwing your tights and panties inside her pouch before gathering you into her arms and deciding to head back to the cathedral. 

The sun was about to rise and Rosaria knew that if she played her cards right, she might just be able to entice you to have sex while the morning mass commenced.

[your-nerd-is-showing]

Megumi x Reader The Pantie Stealer Part Two

You’ve been dating Megumi for five months now and today December 22 is his birthday. You’re at the small party Gojou put together for Megumi's birthday.

You walked over to Gojou. “Hey Gojou-sensei can I ask you a favor?”

“Yea what’s up (Y/N)-chan?”

“Could you keep Megumi occupied for the next hour so I can put my birthday gift on I-I mean together for him? I still need to do some finishing touches. After an hour send him to his room.”

“Sure I can do that!” He strolled away.

“Thank you!” You shouted.

Gojou turned around “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He grinned.

“Which probably isn’t much.” You replied smugly.

He looked at you dumfounded because he knew it was valid.

You strolled out and made your way to Megumi's room.

“Time to get ready!” You had a very, very special gift for him. His pantie fetish had turned into a full-blown lingerie and corset fetish. You now own more sexy nightgowns, bra sets and corsets than you could ever hope for, all bought by Megumi of course.

This new outfit was very special, the bra was red lace and tied into a bow at the front. The matching crotch less panties had a giant bow in the back and hooks for your thigh highs which of course matched everything else. You lit lavender incense and sage candles for a romantic setting. “I feel like I’m forgetting something.” You looked around and spotted your wolf ears and leash. “That’s right!” You put them on along with a wolf tail. “Its almost time!” You looked at the clock. “Just need the handcuffs.” You tossed the key on the desk and cuffed your hands behind your back. You sat on Megumi's bed awaiting his arrival.

You heard footsteps. “(Y/N)?” Megumi opened the door his jaw dropped. He was speechless as he gazed upon you sitting on his bed waiting for him. “M-Mistress wh-what is all this?�� He looked at you his cheeks were bright red.

“Come here sweetie it’s time for me to give you my special birthday gift.”

He shyly walked over and sat down next to you.

You leaned into him. “I want you to dominate me and do whatever your heart desires. I’m yours for the taking my sweet Megumi.” You looked up at him innocently. “Tonight I’m your Pet.”

Megumi just sat there dumbfounded, fidgeting with is hands.

“What's wrong sweetie?” You asked him. “I’m serious take control of me.” You leaned into his ear. “Please… Master….. I beg of you.” You looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

“You’re serious aren’t you?”

“Completely serious Megumi erm Master.”

He hesitantly pushed you onto the bed and straddled you. He was a complete mess and had no idea what to do as he fumbled to untie your bra.

“Sweetie what’s wrong? You’re acting like this is our first time doing anything.”

“I'm just nervous (Y/N) I don’t want to disappoint you…” He said shyly.

“Baby boy you could never disappoint me.” You smiled at him. “Just take a deep breath and do what feels right to you…. Remember you’re in control you can do whatever you want to me.

“First off where are the keys for the handcuffs I don’t want you tied up….. Right now.”

“They’re on your desk.”

Megumi reached over and got them. “Here flip over.” He rolled you over onto your stomach and uncuffed you. “Mmmmmm I like this much better.” He cooed the nervousness in his voice completely gone now. He gently gripped your wrists and pinned you down as he started to grind on you.

“M-Master.” You wined out as he held you down. You could feel your panties becoming soaked.

“That’s a good girl moan for me.”

“Y-yes Master! Ohhhhh!” You moaned again as he pushed his growing erection between your butt cheeks. You gripped the sheets as he humped you.

“Such a good little girl, I love the way you look right now beneath me as I send you into a frenzy.” He cooed as he grabbed the leash choking you. “I wonder how much longer you can last before you go completely crazy.” He whispered into your ear as he pulled on the collar grinding you harder.

You laid there a incoherent drooling mess as he humped you wildly. “Ma-Masterrrrrr!” You wined beneath him.

“Yes my Pet? Do you like this?” He asked you.

“Y-yesssss M-Masterrrrr!”

“Good.” He got off of you and rolled you onto your side as he moved his arm around your waist. He cupped your pussy with his hand to provide you with some friction at the same time he directed the way you grinded against him. “So eager and desperate, it’s almost embarrassing” He cooed as you wiggled in his grip. “I don’t even have to move my hips you’re so willing right now my little Wolf.”

Since he was behind you, Megumi loved that he has easy access to your neck he leaned in to kiss your sweet spot, making you moan louder and louder. He looked down, the sight of your ass caressing his hard cock through his boxers encouraged him to hold your hips even tighter as he grinded on you more, little whimpers escaped your lips. “Look who’s losing it.” He cooed as he squeezed one of your ass cheeks.

“I think I want to finish unwrapping my present now.” He whispered into your ear as he rolled you onto your back. He reached down and carefully untied the bra, savoring every moment. His beautiful green orbs scanning your perfect breasts. “You're so beautiful my Pet.” He smiled as he gently gripped your breast rolling your nipple between his fingers. He leaned in and bit your collar bone sending shivers down your spine. He traced his lips down your torso to between your legs. He smiled as he caressed your panties making your juices leak all over his hand. “My, my, my we have certainly made a mess of you (Y/N)… Shall I clean you up my Pet?”

“Yes Masterrrrrr please do your worst to meeeee.” You wailed out as he pushed his palm against your wetness.

“Very well my Pet since you asked so nicely.” He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, he dove right into your core instantly making you orgasm. “So quick to cum my little Wolf. I must be driving you mad right now.”

You couldn’t even speak all you did was make incoherent babbling.

Megumi chuckled. “Yup I turned you into a puddle…. Good.” He went back down and began to lick up all the juices, swirling his tongue he made you squirt again. “I’m making such a mess of you I love it.” He cooed as he came up and pressed his cock against your entrance before grinding his hips up and down over your slit.

He couldn’t hold back anymore, the wetness of your core soaking his shaft just invited him to ruin you. “Will my sweet little Wolf let me take her?” He asked.

“Y-yes M-Ma-Master.” You moaned out.

He looked at you shocked. “Seriously you want me to take you?” He turned as red as a tomato.

You looked at him. “I’m sorry I stuttered Master…. Yes please take me I want you more than anything…. I beg you don’t make me wait any longer.” You wined out.

“V-very well my Pet.” He crawled up your body and straddled you. He was nervous all over again, his hands were trembling.

“Master? Are you okay?” You came down from your high.

“I'm-I'm just nervous.”

“Don’t be Megumi I….. I could never see myself with anyone but you…. Please my love I need you in every way imaginable.” You leaned forward. “I'm all yours for the taking baby boy.” You cooed.

He looked at you and nodded his nervousness completely gone now. “As you wish my Pet… Are you certain you want to do this?”

“One hundred percent I am certain Megumi.” You smiled at him.

He took a deep breath in. “Okay….” He leaned in and kissed you passionately holding you close as he entered you. Slowly he started to thrust.

You dug your nails into his back and yelped into his mouth as you felt a pop.

He stopped and looked at you concern written all over his face. “(Y/N) are you okay?”

“I’m fine sweetie…. Please don’t stop Megumi.”

He nodded his head and continued to thrust in and out of you.

You clung to his back for dear life as he pumped in and out going harder with every thrust. “Ohhhhhh M-Me-Megumiiiiiiii.” You moaned out as your walls clenched around him releasing yourself.

“That’s a good little Wolf. Cum for me…. I want you screaming my name!” He leaned in moaning into your ear as he grabbed your hips pounding you harder and harder.

“Me-Megumiiiii p-please d-don't stopppppp!” You screamed as he hit your g spot perfectly.

He slowed his pace savoring every thrust. “My little Wolf I love the way you feel on me…. You take him in like a good girl.” He looked down to watch him disappear inside you, a huge smirk plastered to his face. “(Y/N)…. I-I love you.” He said shyly.

“I love you toooooo Megumi.” You moaned out.

He looked at you shocked. “R-really?”

You smiled and nodded at him. “Yes with every fiber of my being Megumi-kun. You’re my everything.” You grabbed his head and pulled him in for a kiss.

He was overflowing with happiness as he kissed you passionately he thrusted deeper into you.

You moaned into his mouth as you came again.

He broke the kiss. “(Y/N) I'm, I’m going to cum…. Where do you want me to?”

You blushed. “I-in my mouth.” You squeaked out.

He nodded and pulled out.

You met him halfway barely catching his release, you wrapped your mouth around his member as his warm seed went down your throat. You licked and sucked until he was finished. You released yourself from his member. “Happy birthday my love!” You smiled at him.

“Thank you (Y/N) this was the best birthday ever.” He leaned down and kissed you.

@mguqiis @milktaro-inc

[sleepystarsiri]

NightKiller Angst

A gift for @carelesscreativity and @undertaletrashlun. ♡♡♡

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Angst, SFW, Hurt-Comfort

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Nightmare was always quiet. He couldn't help it... The villagers had beaten it into him. He wasn't allowed to voice his sadness, his pain, his anger, his happiness... He'd never been able to break the habit. Even after centuries... 20 years of abuse, all at the start of his life, his formative years... It left long-lasting scars.

He was ashamed of them. All of the scars, all of the abuse... He felt disgusted at himself for "letting" it happen to him... Not even caring that he was still very young and didn't know how to fight. He'd been conditioned into believing it was his fault.

Nightmare sat in his library, staring into the fire and swirling wine around in a glass. He felt melancholy, his socket half-lidded and his eyelight hazed over... His tendrils were limp and drooping, pooling around his body and cascading to the floor. He took a sip of his wine before sighing and setting the glass down.

“Boss?” Killer asked as he walked into the dark room. The only light came from the fire, silhouetting Nightmare. The King looked over, toward the smaller.

“What is it, Killer?” Night asked and Killer walked closer, careful not to run into anything.

“You've been in here all night. Ya missed dinner. H is worried.” Unsaid was the ‘so am I’. Night and Killer's relationship was complicated. They both had feelings for the other, but Night kept everyone at arm's length... He didn't want to let them close, only to be hurt.

Past scars still ached... Badly. Trauma was an infection that left Night afraid, clouding his sight.

“Just thinking. There's nothing to worry about. Tell Horror I apologize for missing dinner.” Night said and Killer shook his head, perching lightly on the arm of the chair.

“Boss... Nightmare... You're clearly not okay.” He motioned to the two empty bottles of wine and the half-full one next to the table. “What's wrong?”

Later, Night would say it was the wine consumption that made his tongue looser, his speech more free.

“As I said, nothing to worry about. Just thinking of the past.” Nightmare replied and Killer went still for a few seconds. All of them knew what Nightmare went through after Killer's discovery of the half-destroyed DreamTale book.

“...Boss...” Killer murmured, his brows furrowing, and Nightmare waved a hand.

“It's the past. I'm fine.” No, no, he wasn't. He was clearly not fine. His hands were trembling and his tendrils shivered.

This day always caused him to remember his past and fall into a dark mood. It was the day he corrupted. Only he and his brother remembered the day and it was debatable if Dream remembered— he'd heard Dream's memory of the day was scrambled from being trapped in stone.

The exact day was forgotten and the month was heavily debated... As was the season. Many thought it was summer.

It wasn't. It was the dead of winter. Ice cold snow "cushioning" his body. A puddle of lavender slowly spreading under him, staining the snow as the beating continued...

He hoped, he prayed, that Dream didn't remember the day. He may fight Dream often, but he never actually tried to kill him... He cared for Dream...

Dream may have technically been the older twin, by virtue of Dream being named first, but... Nightmare was always the one taking on the role of the older brother. He'd be devastated if his corruption ruined their birthday for Dream.

...

Killer touching his face, wiping away turquoise tears, snapped Nightmare out of his thoughts. He gave a shuddering, weak exhale, and reached up to touch his face.

Killer frowned and slid into Night's lap, pulling the King's head onto his shoulder before wrapping him in a hug.

“'s okay, boss... 'S okay... Let it all out...” Killer murmured and Nightmare wrapped his arms around Killer, clinging to him. His tendrils followed suit, coiling around Killer's body, holding him close.

Nightmare began to cry, hard. He clutched Killer's hoodie like a lifeline. He began to babble near-incoherently about everything he'd went through. It was so much worse than what the book showed... So, so, so much worse.

Killer murmured reassurances and sweet nothings to Nightmare, comforting him. Nightmare eventually cried himself out and slowly released Killer, wiping his face.

Killer gently cupped Night's face, forcing the other to look at him.

“Boss... Nightmare... None of that was your fault. They targeted ya for no reason! No reason! Fear ain't an excuse. Just look at all of the AUs. Humans attacked monsters and sealed them away out of fear. The humans were at fault then and the villagers were at fault! Not you!”

Nightmare opened his mouth to protest, but Killer pressed a finger to his teeth, shutting him up.

“Ya were a KID! Ya were still in stripes when they started!! Hell, ya were technically a newborn! Screw the fact ya looked and acted like a five or so year old when ya were created... Ya were still a bloody NEWBORN! Ya did NOTHING wrong. They targeted ya!” Killer ranted, staring into Nightmare's eye, growling low in his throat.

Nightmare squeaked and Killer took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He closed his sockets before exhaling slowly, a swirling mist of cherry-scented red magic escaping his mouth.

His sockets opened, soft white eyelights floating in the dark void. His normally target shaped Soul had wavered and shifted to the normal inverted heart shape of a monster Soul. He looked at Nightmare, clearly concerned and filled with affection.

He was about to speak, but... One of Nightmare's arms snaked around his waist, the other around his neck. Night pulled Killer in, resting his forehead against the smaller's.

“Thank you, Kills.” He whispered fiercely, his eyelight hazy around the edges.

To Killer's shock and overwhelming joy, Night then tilted his head and gently brushed his nasal cavity against Killer's. He then pressed his teeth to Killer's. The pressure was eagerly returned, Killer beginning to purr lowly.

“Mmm... You're welcome, Night...” Killer murmured into the kiss, his cheeks flushing with color.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

bratty kitten

I might have mixed up who is the bratty sub who is but I hope you still like it,

Shinsou x Reader

warnings: SMut, BDSM, overstimulation, cockwarming, choking, sexiting, swearing

word count: 1,100 (about)

summary: pwp

If anyone asked, Shinsou would admittedly deny that he got with you because of your quirk. Yes, maybe it was a little suspect for the self-identified cat lover to end up with a girl who’s quirk gave her fluffy ears and an even fluffier tail, but he swore it was all a coincidence. But Shinsou did love you for more than your cat quirk, whether or not it was what first drew him to you, for instance, your attitude. Some might call it obnoxious, bratty even but he loved it. Or at least, he loved putting his kitty in place. 

“You’re such a tease,” he accused, you smirked at your phone, not looking at him, your tail swaying mischievously. 

“I don’t know what you mean daddy,” you purred, still not looking up at him. Shinsou huffed and using your distraction as an advantage, he wrapped his hand around your throat squeezing down taking your breath away 

“Hitoshi!” you yelped, dropping your phone and bringing your hands up to your neck. Hitoshi smirked to himself and then picked you up around the middle and hoisted you over his shoulder.  

you gasped and hit his back with a balled up fist protesting in vain. 

“No, no Baby girl I think you knew this was coming,” he said throwing you down on the bed and roughly yanked off the baggy sweatshirt you were wearing, showing the pretty black lace underwear you were wearing. 

You had sent him a picture of this new, pretty, underwear then refused to answer any of his texts or calls after that. Shinsou grabbed your wrists and pushed them into the leather cuffs conveniently already strapped to the bed, you fought him the whole way through but it was no use, you were so small, so weak when compared to him, you never stood chance. 

“Now let me get a look at you,” he said sitting back on his hunches just seeing you in your full glory, slowly he ran his fingers over your body, slowly feeling the warmth of your skin as he touched your soft thighs and tried to separate your legs but you resisted him. He looked at you and your wide playful eyes. 

“Kitty, I know you hate it when I tie you up fully but if you keep fighting me I will,” he warned.  Your ears perked up. 

“Maybe you should just stop touching me then,” you challenged. Fine. Shinsou hated playing into your game but he really wasn’t getting anywhere with you being so wriggly.  So he pulled out two more leather cuffs for your ankles and a ball gag. Your eyes went wide as he started hooking the gag around your head,

“Wait-” you tried to protest before he slipped the red rubber ball between your teeth. 

“Nope bad kitties don’t get to argue, you’re just going to have to sit there and take whatever I give you,” he growled, yanking your legs apart and cuffing your ankles to the posts on the bed.

You laid immobile on the bed, glaring at Hitoshi as he started to touch you. He took his time feeling up your legs and smoothing over your tail before touching your stomach and arms. Finally, he loud himself to touch the pretty lace covering your intimate parts. He fondled your breasts, teasing your nipples through the see-through fabric. Then he slipped his hand between your spread legs and touched the satiny panties covering your cunt. 

You moaned around the gag as his fingers found your clit. “Yeah, that feels good kitty? Do you like it when daddy plays with you little clit?” he teased. He took his hand off of your body and moved it to your head petting your ears. 

“Too bad I can’t make this feel good for you kitty because you’ve been bad and bad kitties don’t get to feel good,” he said sitting back away from your body. You struggled against the restraints, complaining against the gag. 

Hitoshi ignored you and took out a wand vibrator and flicked it on. He hooked the head of the buzzing toy under your panties and pressed it directly to your clit. Once the toy was secure. Against your pussy he stood up and stretched. 

“See you in a few hours kitty.” then left, leaving you to your punishment. 

In reality, he was only gone for one hour, He didn’t want to punish you too harshly after all. When he came back into the room there was a long trail of drool running down your mouth from the gag, your face was flushed and your body trembling. There was a large puddle of wetness under your crotch, soaking the sheets beneath you. 

“Awe look at the mess you made kitty,” he said clicking his tongue disapprovingly. He uh did the gag to let you speak, or babble incoherently more like it.  

“Are you ready to behave kitten?” he asked finally pulling away the wand vibrator and switching it off. You nodded eagerly and Shinsou undid the cuffs and pulled you into his lap. You were still shaking as you put your arms around his neck and nuzzled his chest as he rubbed your back and soothed you lightly. 

“You cum a lot baby?” he asked. You nodded, “do you regret being a bad kitty?”

“Yes daddy I’m sorry,” you whined. 

“Okay let’s make you feel better than my good girl,” he said lifting you easily and taking you into the bathroom. He ran a hot bath and helped you undress taking off your now sticky underwear.  And bra then, after stripping himself he helped you into the bath. 

“I hate baths,” you complained snuggling into his chest. 

“I know kitty but think about how much better you’ll feel when you’re all clean,” he said taking a washcloth between your legs to clean up the mess. You whimpered when the cloth touched your sensitive bud

“Sorry kitten, you must be pretty sensitive still aren’t you,” Hitoshi murmured against your neck as he continued to wash you. 

“ I hate it when you do that to me,” you said “I hate feeling empty like that,” you complained. 

“I know you hate it kitty that’s why I did it, but if you want I can fill you up now,” He offered you looked at him with your soft pleading eyes and nodded. 

“Please,”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” he teased and slowly pushed himself inside of you. You shuddered before relaxing your ears slightly as you nuzzled his neck again. 

“Nice and full,” you purred. Shinsou smiled and kissed your cheek lovingly. What a perfect kitten you were for him.

[madhyanas]

a place at the table

Pairing: Din Djarin x gender-neutral!Reader

Rating: T/PG-13 [mild]

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Spoilers for s2ep3, Chapter 11! Reader uses they/them pronouns. References to drowning, not explicit. Descriptions of freezing/extreme cold. One reference to Chapter 9 (s2ep1). Din being as self-sacrificing as always. Din’s particular brand of Mandalorian family values. Pining, yearning, affection - just think soft.

A/N: well then. first time posting for din! this has been cooking since ep3 came out, i’m just slow. it’s soft!! and worried!! and din severely procrastinating his own identity crisis!! they’re really fuckin married, guys. lovely stuff. also, if you can’t tell, i adore frog lady. and bo-katan. mwah.

BIG thank you to @justrunamok​, @pettyprocrastination​ and @generaldamneron​ for beta-reading <33

gif credit: @captrex​ - from the post here. thanks!

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You thought you knew cold.

Days and nights in the Crest have acquainted you with it. A hollow metal hull in the depths of the galaxy, surrounded on all sides by a vast expanse of nothing. Keeping the heater on burns fuel that you can’t afford, not with three mouths to feed. Space is cold, as cold as it could get.

And then you nearly drowned.

The briny depths of Trask are frigid, you’ve come to realise. Logically, you know it’s nowhere near the freezing vacuum of space. That’s real cold; true, absolute zero. But the thing about water is that it gets everywhere. The searing, ferocious chill of it had slammed all mental processes to a halt, petrifying your rationality before all else. It drenched your clothes, your hair. Snaked into your nose and seeped into your lungs. Rushed you as a swarm; no other sensation was relevant.

At the time — scrabbling at a grate hanging overhead, right there but always just out of reach — it’s what you imagined carbonite to feel like. Conscious but consumed.

Space is cold from a distance. Water freezes from the inside, cracked and jagged and burning.

So you should be grateful for your saviours. Mandalorians, unlike any you’ve ever seen before.

Which is to say, unlike Din.

There’s a lot to think about. So many things have happened in the span of a day that you can barely keep track. And beyond all else, you want to ask how Din’s coping—

“Trask is a black market port. They’re staging weapons that have been bought and sold with the plunders of our planet. We’re seizing those weapons and using them to retake our homeworld.”

—but there are more important things to deal with at the moment.

“Once we’ve done that, we’ll seat a new Mandalore on the throne,” the red-headed woman explains.

Bo-Katan. She speaks regally, like she’s been on that very throne before. More importantly — like she’d earned it. In truth, she scares you. All three of them do, these new Mandalorians who show their faces — they scare you in the way Din did back when he was just a gruff, faceless employer. A tinge of instinct; a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the cold.

What she’s saying is important, you know that, and you can’t place the onus on Din to handle it after the day he’s had. But you can’t bring yourself to focus either. You’re barely holding it together as it is, taking mild, balmy comfort in his and the baby’s presence on either side.

The three of you, together. Right now, at this table, that’s the only thing keeping you from splintering right down the middle.

Even with a steaming bowl of broth in your hands, your fingers ache with the chill. It hurts, regaining body heat. Hurts as feeling returns to your toes. Hurts to clench your jaw, to stop it from chattering. Hurts the delicate skin of your face, thousands of icy needles jabbing into the nerves. There’s a pounding between your ears and behind your eyes. You’re tired, and you suspect Din is, too.

You really do want to ask how he’s dealing with…this. The Way has been part of his life — and part of yours, in as much of a lifetime as you’ve known him — for many, many years. An oak tree, offering security and strength to the garden. How must he feel, stoic at your side, to see these three fell theirs so easily?

An identity crisis is the last thing Din needs.

What he needs is a break. You need him to want a break.

A coo at your elbow catches your attention. The baby — safe and warm, thank the Maker — seems fascinated with the water dripping from your hair, patting his hands into the small puddles forming on his high chair and giggling at the splashes. It’s as if he was never swallowed whole in the first place; that’s another thing you’re going to recall decidedly later. Nonetheless, he bounces back fast, your child.

You smile, hearing your teeth click, and pet the sensitive spot between his ears. He blinks at you sweetly.

Someone clears their throat.

You look up, startled, to find three pairs of eyes on you. Expecting. None of them saying… anything.

The other woman, the one with braids on her forehead, slurps her slithering noodles without blinking. Unnerving, to say the least.

“Sorry,” you blurt, more on reflex than anything else. “Did I… miss something?” The uncertainty in your voice doesn’t escape anyone’s notice.

Beneath the table, a broad thighs shifts to press against yours. Comforting. You glance at its owner.

“It’s… Mandalorian business.” Bo-Katan tilts her head. Her gaze flits between you and Din, polite and clear. “I’m sure you understand.”

You blink, bemused. “Oh?”

And then you realise.

She’s asking you to leave.

“Oh!” Your brows shoot up. One of her partners smiles ruefully in your periphery, and you are struck with the distinct feeling of being other. “Of course.”

That’s… well. It’s justified, is what it is. She’s right. You aren’t Mandalorian.

You stand quickly, and the chair grates against the floor unpleasantly. You manage not to cringe, somehow.

There’s a free table on the other side of the cantina, you think you saw it as you entered. Should you take the baby? No, Din’s never liked being away from him, even if you’re there. But they’re armed, all three of them, and you don’t know them, even if they did save your life, saved the baby’s, saved Din’s—

There’s a hand at your elbow.

“They stay.”

Din’s voice is unyielding. He hasn’t moved at all besides his grip on your arm, keeping his visor trained on Bo-Katan, who raises a brow.

No one says anything for a long, tense beat. Until—

“They’re not Mandalorian,” Bo-Katan says bluntly. It’s something you don’t have the nerve to state aloud. Something Din is apparently ignoring, however much you’d never believe it.

He stays silent.

“It’s okay,” your murmur, and the silver helmet you know turns to you fractionally. Barely anything, and you know you’re heard. You don’t need to see his face to know he’s still staring Bo-Katan down. “I don’t mind.”

There are three sharp, foreign gazes on you, and your newly-rejuvenated toes curl in your boots. After so many days bundled up in the Crest, you’d forgotten what it felt like to be watched and unwanted. The company inside had never made you feel that way.

“They stay,” he insists, making you jolt. “As is their right.”

Bo-Katan’s half-smile is faintly amused. “And which right is that?” she asks, like she already knows the answer. It seems like they all do, daring Din to state this mysterious ‘right’ that you’re in the dark about.

“It is their right as a member of my clan.”

The gloved fingers on your elbow tighten, leather creaking ever so slightly but just enough to remind you to breathe.

You blink at the silver helm dumbly, forgetting your onlookers for the time being.

He’s— He means that. Din doesn’t say what he doesn’t mean. Every word is measured, deliberate. He chooses his words like he chooses his weapons; they’re specific, well-cared for. Only to be used when necessary. Which suggests that—

Well. Maybe you should sit down.

As you do so, the woman opposite Din releases a slow, steady breath — Maker, you’d almost forgotten she was here — and squares her shoulders.

“Very well,” she says coolly. Her eyes flit to you, appraising, searching, before returning to Din. “As I was saying…”

And then you tune out again, ever so slightly. The information is going in, but you’re not truly registering its significance. Stupid, really, considering Din’s quite literally just fought for your place at the table. But you do.

You stare at the chipped, stained wood as if it holds the answers to questions you don’t know how to phrase. The baby babbles something incoherent, trying to get your attention, so unjustly denied to him, and you offer a finger for him to hold.

Clan. As in, part of. It’s new.

It feels like a small, three-fingered hand, gravelly warmth next to your thigh, and a hand pulling you back to the table.

———

Tracking down the Frog Woman and her husband isn’t too tedious. Trask’s daylight hours are long, for a moon, so even after Din’s aside with Bo-Katan and her people, it’s barely dark as you make your way to the inn.  

“It won’t be long,” Din had assured you. “I go with them, assist with their mission, and come back within a day. Routine transport raid.”

Them. Their. It didn’t bode well that his so-called brethren are this… dissimilar.

“Last time you helped someone out, you got swallowed by a desert dragon.”

“That wasn’t last time.”

“Still counts.”

Childish, perhaps. Petulant. But correct.

The problem was, so was he. There was no choice.

Now, Din leads your party of three briskly down the street.

Since his father had manually adjusted the drift range on the crib beforehand, the child has no issue being carted along express-style, making curious noises at the various fishing apparatus he sees scattered around the port.

You don’t have such luxuries as the little womp rat, so you’re left to frantically try and match your Mandalorian’s pace. The lingering shivers wracking your frame are shoved aside for the wheezing burn beginning to creep up your sides.

“Hey, uh, Mando?” you ask, somewhat out of breath. “You think you could slow down? You’re going a little fast—”

Your shoulder clips a passing Quarren roughly, spinning you round with the force of the collision. The point of impact throbs unpleasantly, painful but superficial. Stunned, you can only blink as the tentacled man snaps something unintelligible in your face. An apology sits ready on your tongue and you open your mouth to speak, before a solid wall appears between you.

A breathing, unyielding wall of leather and beskar, glowering at the Quarren silently as you’re turned away, closer into the gentle bend of his hold. Quietly surrounding, protecting. Something else you’re not used to, from when it was just the three of you in the ship. But this feels… good. It feels like it’s yours.

The other man balks, and leaves with a grumble under his breath.

Din glances around above your head, ever aware, ever cautious. “Stay close,” he murmurs and—

You could probably pinpoint the exact moment your body temperature spikes, as a large, gloved hand comes to rest on your lower back. “Oh. Okay.”

The rest of the walk passes you by.

“I wasn’t trying to rush you,” he says tersely, having slowed his pace considerably. There’s an apology in there somewhere; you can hear it. “But you’re soaked, and you’re cold. You need to get warmed up.”

You smile. It’s really not the time, but— “Are you offering?”

A huff from the modulator, and he shakes his head silently. Less rejection, rather than fond exasperation.

“You must be cold, too.” The realisation dawns on you in an instant. Oh, Maker. He’s been freezing for just as long as you, now. If not more, since he hasn’t eaten anything warm.

The next shake of the helmet is more insistent, purposeful. “No. I wear more layers than you do.”

“You dived into the ocean, Din.” His name is hushed, spoken after a quick look to confirm that no one can hear you.

“So did you.”

“I was pushed, that’s not the same thing.”

Din doesn’t respond, and your smile dims. He seems to hesitate for a moment, before pressing a button on his vambrace, and the baby’s crib floats a little closer.

Oh.

He doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the walk. You regret bringing it up.

But his hand doesn’t stray from your back.

——

The building is small, cozy. Barely a couple of stories tall. And, to your delight, it’s warm.

“Thank you for having us,” you tell the Frog Woman gratefully. One of their towels is wrapped around your shoulders; a placeholder until you can find a clean, dry change of clothes. You feel better already. “We’re sorry to impose like this.”

She croaks something vaguely welcoming and you smile, keeping a shrewd, wary eye on the baby — now staring at the egg canister with wondrous intent, reaching his stubby little hands out from his place clutched to your chest. Now there’s something to keep you occupied for the evening.

A hand on your shoulder, warm and light, and you turn around. Din tilts his head towards the door. “I’ll be going,” he says, barely a whisper past the lip of the helmet.

“What? Uh, Mando, hold on!” Halfway out of the chair already, you stare at him incredulously, before turning back to the expecting parents. “Just— Just a second, please. Could you take the baby?”

However disinclined she may be to your carnivorous terror, the Frog Woman takes him into her hands gently. She’s sweet, kind. You hope she understands the depths of your appreciation.

A polite nod from Din to the couple. “I’ll be back for them soon.”

He follows you into the narrow corridor. The door slides shut behind you both.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

You stare at him for a moment, tugging the edge of the towel at your shoulders. Your mouth opens and closes, faltering around words that don’t have the courage to form.

“I…” You deflate. “I just— I wanted to ask you that. Before you left.” It’s a foolish question. What’s wrong, like his entire way of life hasn’t been upended in a heartbeat by a careless show of face. Like the Way hasn’t just crumbled at his feet like wet sand, trodden on by three strange pairs of boots, scorched by familiar jetpack fuel.

He doesn’t say anything. No tilt of the helmet, no sinking shoulders. Nothing. Just keeps looking at you, visor tilted down to your face.

There’s a reasonable distance between you. Not professional by any stretch of the imagination, but enough for him to be comfortable in semi-public. The corridor is empty, and you can’t hear any footsteps.

Except Din’s, when he steps forward.

You feel your features soften in time with the pounding of your heart. “Din, love, please—”

He pulls you into his chest, plucking the wind from your lungs in a surprised, candied puff into the worn fabric of his cowl. His arms snake around you, securing you to his sturdy frame, and by reflex, yours mirror the movement on him. The helm’s hard, flat surface presses against the side of your head tightly; an anchor tugging on the seabed.

You feel him inhale, a ragged, rattling thing that has your stomach sinking. You only hear that sound when he’s injured, stumbling back to you with a bounty and a nasty, jagged stab wound or two. Only when he’s injured but oh, isn’t he?

It’s hard to tell how long you remain like that. Wrapped around and in between each other. Feeling each other breathe in and out, like the push and pull of the tides. It’s worth it, for the fading of tension in Din’s shoulders. Not removal. But an ebb for the flow. You’ll take it.

“There is a lot,” he rasps, modulated into your hairline. “You know that. And I can’t focus on what needs to be done if I think about it.” You feel him sigh, draping into your arms even further. “I can’t afford that.”

You try to keep your voice calm, soothing. To avoid the hot press of tears threatening to clog your throat. “Okay. That’s, that’s— Okay.”

You sound like a fool, parroting your own words. But he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Okay,” Din agrees. There is something shaky in his voice, and you would give anything to wrench it from his chest and throw it into that Maker-forsaken ocean. Let it drown for all you care.

For now, though, this is enough.

You move to step back, just a palm’s breadth away, and his arms unlock to let you do so immediately. His gloved hands slide down to nestle in the dip of your waist.

You look at Din consideringly, wondering if you could push for later. Later, to discuss the revelations he’s been bombarded with. Later, to talk about what you’re doing to do. Later, to finally get him to rest his weary bones.

Urgent, but. You decide to let him be. For now.

There’s something else you’ve been meaning to ask about anyway.

“So.” You smile wanly, treasuring the jewelled glint of beskar through the thinnest film of tears. “As a member of your clan, huh?”

Din sighs. Bracing, grounding. Returning to the present, where you’re just here to see him off. Where you have a baby waiting inside to keep from snacking on your hosts, and he has a hijacking to initiate. His fingers press tighter into your skin.

He appreciates the subject change.

“You already know my name,” he says quietly. Shrugs. “I’d say you know more about me than anyone else.”

You take a second to mull that over. Enjoy the taste of it in your mouth, the weight of it in your heart. He is such a precious thing to know.

Without thinking, the word leaves your lips in a bright gust of affection. “Same.” The helm tilts. “You know more about me than anyone else, too.”

He nods, a small, barely-there movement. More to himself than to you, you suspect.

“Good.”

Elastically, achingly slow, Din leans his head down. You lift yours up. When your warmed forehead meets beskar, a kiss from which you feel deprived, yet glutted, you’re inclined to agree.

“Stay safe,” you whisper. Your heart fogs and clouds on the metal, right above where his lips would be.

His thumb strokes across your waist. And you know he will.

——

[suzuki-violin-school]

Dating Class 1-A HCs

Dating class 1-A headcanons !

Content: SFW, fluff, nicknames, date ideas, denki saying a bad word, canon midoriya

Denki Kaminari

calls you little mama

babbles incoherently about how much he loves you when he short circuits

not good at verbally expressing himself but shows his affection through gestures and touch

i.e. trying to say “you’re radiant and beautiful” but accidentally saying “butt good”

followed by “...wait, fuck”

Eijiro Kirishima

very spontaneous and spur of the moment doesn’t know what a schedule is apparently

will text you at 5:54 and ask you on a date for 6:00

calls you sunshine but if he’s in trouble he’ll call you apple of my eye

“Oh, hey Kiri!” “Why hello, apple of my eye!” “...What did you do this time?” “It wasn’t me, it was Bakugo!” “That’s even worse!”

loves it when you sit on his lap, won’t let you get up basically ever

only the manliest men can land a partner as splendid as you

you help him dye his hair when his roots start showing

because one time he did it himself and ended up with pink stains just about everywhere

Fumikage Tokoyami

buys jewelry because crow brain says shiny but he gives it all to you because he doesn’t want to give in to the bird instincts

still though, he LOVES when you wear it because seeing you enjoy his gifts is so heartwarming also because he needs the shiny, therefore he needs you

you tease him about being a bird but cuddling up together in his nest bed is c o m f y

he has a bunch of tiny trinkets under his pillow though (he hates to admit that he gives in to the crow instincts)

calls you “my feather” of “my finest little trinket” uwu

you wanted to buy him a light to help control dark shadow since his room is practically pitch black but you wanted it to match his aesthetic = purple lava lamp

“crows mate for life, you know.” “okay, and?” “just thought i’d share.” “i wasn’t planning on getting rid of you in the first place.” “...thank you.”

lots of very goth/emo style dates

Hanta Sero

you spend a lot of time playing around with his tape

your favorite thing you’ve done with it is make a hammock that you two napped in together

there is nothing, nothing, you love more in this world than his stupid dorky smile

you stare at him a lot and he teases you about it every time he catches you

you spend a lot of time with kaminari when sero’s not around and you both like to gossip about him

sometimes you call him office depot

Izuku Midoriya

he is constantly as red as a strawberry no exceptions

doesn’t understand why you’re with him but ok

v clumsy and nervous more than usual

i.e. *busy looking at you while walking, trips over nothing, suddenly forgets how to speak when someone asks if he’s okay*

you both have a thing for softly kissing each other’s scars

he says “uwu” and “owo” out loud and you want to cry every time he does

Katsuki Bakugo

once he’s holding you he basically never lets go of you ever

i.e. holding your waist when you’re cooking and resting his head on your shoulders will even follow you around like that if you’re walking even though it looks ridiculous

sends mineta to recovery girl every five minutes but only because “you’re mine and i don’t think you fully understand what goes on in a guy’s mind when he looks at you”

some people say tsundere, i say the exact opposite

screams about you and your relationship 

if you put dye on his hands, he can make colored fireworks in his palms !!

Mashirao Ojiro

hear me out: tail cuddles

good god he never stops worrying about you

if you’re even three minutes late to something it’s all “what if they’ve been kidnapped by villains? What if they were killed?”

he’s SO soft though

he goes all out when it comes to taking you out

one of the best date schedules: restaurant (he makes sure you get your desert and refuses to let you pay for ANYTHING), a long walk afterwards to enjoy the outdoors and get fresh air, gives you a small gift, occasionally stops by a café for a quick pastry before going home

aizawa either hasn’t figured it out yet or just doesn’t say anything about you two spending the night in each other’s dorm rooms he knows but he thinks you’re a cute couple and lets it happen 

Mezo Shoji

you’re a big ol mess around him before you actually start dating

scratch that, you’re still a mess

“are you okay?” “yes! i’m fine!” “are you sure?” “...no.” “what’s the matter?” “um... i can’t figure out which of your hands i’m supposed to hold.”

he instantly falls apart when you say that

you’re still a shy little puddle around him so you’re a little hesitant and nervous about everything and don’t always say what you’re feeling outright

but he knows that and can read you like a book so he will stop what he’s doing the moment he notices you’re uncomfortable with something

def calls you princess

kisses through the mask uwu

Shoto Todoroki

calls you angel but only in private

doesn’t always understand social cues so you end up in awkward situations sometimes

he’s either very blunt or completely closed off when it comes to expressing feelings

warm massages

he will aggressively insist that you wear his clothes

likes giving you flowers but never a full bouquet because he thinks that’s overkill

Shouta Aizawa

oh sweet jesus this man is a whole meal

you look after his class every now and then when he needs a break which is always if we’re being honest

in that respect, you also have adopted all twenty of his students

you two were already basically married, now you’re also basically parents

will trap you in the scarf and drag you towards him to hold you when he’s had a bad day

he falls asleep at a desk, on a couch, at the dinner table a lot so you have a special blanket to drape over him when he doesn’t make it to the bed

his worst nightmare is someone taking his phone and seeing all the pictures of you he’s saved because they’re not pure

Tenya Iida

“are you giving her a piggy back ride?” “no it’s training” *runs away at top speed*

bakadere bakadere bakadere bakadere b

absolutely clueless when it comes to relationships

tries to study dating

ends up doing a lot of things that are really out of character for him because he read it on a forum or in a book or saw it in a video

it’s cute and you appreciate the gesture but uh... why

“what are you doing?” “...learning to be a good boyfriend.” “you already are a good boyfriend, stop being ridiculous.”

[morgana-ren]

My Little Omega

This piece was a birthday commission for the lovely @aizawascumslut​ ! Thank you so much and I really hope you enjoy it! I’m so so sorry it was a little bit late, life has b l o w n lately, but I did make it almost 3,000 words for you!

It is NSFT with A/B/O dynamics, and this is my first time taking a crack at any of that (just kidding NSFT is my specialty) but really, I’ve never done A/B/O before so hopefully I didn’t fuck that up too badly.

Shigaraki really wants to make your birthday as memorable as he can and give you a very special gift that only he can give you.

Shigaraki was never good with birthdays.

Growing up, a fuss was never made about his own, and he had very few people in his life he considered important enough to care. He would get the occasional ‘Happy birthday, young Tomura’ from Master, but even that waned as his age progressed. It was just another day to track his progress; how far he’d come and how much further he needed to go.

He knew that people on the outside had a very different idea. It was a day of celebration, where the person of honor had well wishes and last minute presents thrust into their lap, celebrating that they were born and every subsequent year they’ve been alive. The entire thing seemed asinine to him; what’s the point of cheering for your own existence for doing something as basic as simply being alive?

He didn’t understand it. It made no sense, and frankly, he didn’t care about it in the slightest.

At least until he met you.

You were the one person who he was happy was actually born, one of the few he didn’t hate or ignore entirely, and suddenly he began to grasp why others would throw parties and give gifts to the ones they appreciated and loved. Birthdays had meant nothing because the people around him meant nothing, but that wasn’t the case anymore.

Still, lifelong ignorance of the tradition had led him into a rather awkward situation.

He had no idea what to get you for yours.

It was coming up rapidly, and days fell off the calendar with his constant mental mantra of ‘I’ll deal with it later’, despite the fact that he could never come up with anything that he found to be worthy. Naturally, he had thought of the old standbys like flowers, or chocolate or some generic bullshit that the rest of the waking world uses when they’ve run out of original ideas, but it never felt right. His relationship to you was special. It deserved more than some half-assed and unimaginative throwaway token of love. If he was going to go to the trouble of gifting you something, he wanted it to mean something; both to him and to you.

Time drew on and he got precariously close to the deadline before something finally jumped out at him. It wasn’t until the morning of your birthday that he found the perfect gift to celebrate you and your presence in his life. It dawned on him as he was roused from his sleep earlier than normal by your clawing, needy fingers grasping at him, sweat beading slightly on your forehead. You were whimpering, still passed out but clearly in a state of discomfort. If your body language didn’t clue him in, the overwhelming scent that coats both your body and sheets and stirs his cock certainly did.

Your heat.

It was upon you.

Your sleepless eyes open and focus on him with blown out pupils, face crinkling in pain and realization as he drags himself off the bed. He looks at your cutely pathetic expression and hates how much it rouses him. The desire building at the base of his spine is already conflicting with his daily responsibilities. There was so much he had to tend to today, important things he needed to manage, but his every instinct screams at him to curl over you on the bed, press your legs deep into your chest and knot his little Omega until-

Oh.

And just like that, he knew. He knew exactly what he would give you.

Forcing his primal brain to ignore the irresistible scent you’re producing that’s cloying down his nostrils, he gives you a reluctant goodbye, poorly masked with irritation and stress. His tone is harsh and stern as he tells you to quit being so needy and he needs to go, he has stuff to do. He knows you can’t help it, but seeing you in this state is making it even harder for him to leave and focus on anything but breeding you. He needs to be able to focus and maintain his responsibilities and army, but hard doesn’t even begin to describe it when you slip from beneath the bed sheets, slick already coating the inside of your thighs and dampening the front of your sleep shorts. Fuck, he can smell you, perfect and ripe for breeding and remarking.

Still, he can’t let lust cloud his judgment right now, even though as your alpha, it’s deeply wired into his brain to mate and protect you. He knows he’s leaving you alone and vulnerable, possibly open to attack from another alpha despite his mark deeply etched into your neck. Anyone would be stupid to try, knowing he’d rip them apart with his bare hands, but he still hates the fact he has to leave you. It goes against his every instinct, each painful step of his body echoed by a desperate call of his name or the breathless sigh of ‘alpha’, your own submissive and primal needs overtaking your rational brain.

He’ll finish his business, and quickly. He needed to be here with his omega. It was her birthday, after all.

But as the day dragged on, minutes turn into hours and his own skin begins to itch and crawl. His head screaming and demanding that he return to you, muscles twitching in his legs as he almost pushes himself from the chair against his own will. Needless conversations and endless procession of things he could care less for are occupying his attention; attention that should be nowhere but you. He can practically smell you from across the base. Your scent mixed with his, palpable and tangy in the air. It’s distracting. His cock twitches and he can feel his rut coming.

He needs to get out. Now.

He needs to get to you.

Meeting be damned, he leaves mid sentence. No one is foolish enough to question.

Everyone knows the scent of an Alpha yearning for his mate, and even if they didn’t, they certainly knew the smell of an Omega in a fresh heat.

He practically kicks open the door to his apartments, finding you restlessly curled into a newly made nest of his blankets and sheets, burrowing deep into his scent. You’re whimpering and desperate, hunched over from the pain and head swimming with nothing but thoughts of his knot and his pups. Hypersensitive to his pungent smell already, your attentions are turned toward the door even before he manages to enter. Your slick still visible between your quivering thighs, clutching and trembling as you waste no time pleading for him, his name slurred and urgent on your lips.

“Please- Please… Shigaraki- Alpha!”

You crane your neck for him, already branded and scarred where his jagged teeth initially made contact with the muscle. You reek of his own scent entwined with yours, equally familiar and intoxicating. The way you weakly beg for him, hurting in a way that he and he alone can soothe drives him into a frenzy, every muscle twitching, eager to pounce on his pretty little Omega.

“You want me to take you, don’t you?  Needy little bitch in heat.”

He shrugs his coat off onto the floor, overtaken with lust and moving on pure instinct towards you. You can feel it, the raw, dominating scent practically radiating from him. Quickly, you gather onto your hands and knees and push your ass in the air, prostrating yourself before him. Your hips wiggle desperately, and he chuckles at your lack of shame, too blinded by need for him to find any sense of composure.

He likes it when you present yourself for him, all wet and urgent and craving his touch, and right now, there’s nothing you want more. You want him to fill you and make you whole, cum inside you again and again and give you what you need the most.

“You want my knot? Want me to fill you up with my cum and give you my pups?”

An incoherent cry escapes your throat as you practically fall to the floor, limbs scraping along the ground as you try to quell the pain in your body that’s spreading like fire throughout your limbs and becoming more and more unbearable. Tears bead in your eyes and he can tell it’s hurting you even more than he can truly perceive. His rut began less than an hour ago but already it’s building to unimaginable levels.

You’ve been such a good girl; So strong all day. You need him now, and he needs you, and he’s done waiting. All For One himself couldn’t claw him away from you. He’d rather die.

He inhales a deep breath, taking in your overwhelming scent and holding it in his lungs. Had he not marked you, every alpha within miles would be trekking here, crusading to claim you. You had always been so sweet, so overpowering in the saccharine smell that permeated off of you and onto everything around you.  

But you’re his.

His.

And he’ll kill anyone who even fucking dares to get near you. He’ll rip them to shreds and there will be nothing left but a puddle of gruel.

His own animalistic instincts take over, growling from the low of his throat as he threads his fingers through your hair and yanks you backwards.

“Mine. You’re mine.” He nibbles on your exposed throat, teasing you on top of the mark he’s already gifted you. His thick cock prods on your backside and the needy whine that emanates from your throat doesn’t escape him.

“For your birthday, I’m going to fill you with my cum and knot you, make your belly all swollen and perfect. I’m going to fill you with my pups. You want that, don’t you?”

You nod feverishly, unable to muster anything but an incoherent babble as your neck strains in his grip, your clumsy fingers fumbling with the waist of your sodden shorts. They stick to your soiled legs, refusing to slide down with anything but a frustrated yank. He chuckles at your desperation despite the last semblance of self-control he has being discarded with your ruined clothing.

“On your back. Now.”

You whimper at his authoritative voice, unable to disobey the commanding voice of your alpha. He releases your hair long enough for you to quickly flip yourself over and fall to the floor, spreading your legs open for him. Lithe fingers make quick work of the buttons on his pants and before long, he’s crawling half of the way on top of you with his boxers pulled down over the thick of his thighs.

“Good girl,” His palm crawls up your legs, stopping just short of where you need it most. Your body twitches and you wail, trying to wiggle into his touch. Slick pools on his hand as he drags the pads along the inside of your thigh, lips slacking slightly as he watches your thigh muscles twitch hungrily at his ministrations. He’s barely even touched you but you’re practically sobbing, tears running down your cheeks as you stammer out his name over and over. 

His cock jumps watching you worm around, body glistening with sweat and need, looking up at him through watery lashes and glazed eyes as if he’s the only thing in the world you’ll ever need. It’s enough to send him over the edge, pushing forward on his knees so he looms over you entirely. 

“You’re going to be a good little omega and take my cock now, right?” He taps your core with his hot, thick length. “You’re going to let me re-mark you and fill your belly with my pups?” “Yes, please-“ You nod enthusiastically, shimmying your lower body to try and entice him. “Please mate me, alpha!”

He aligns with your entrance, using the last bit of his strength to hold off ramming into you before he makes you beg. “My cute little bitch in heat. You want me to breed you? Knot you over and over and make your body take my seed?” “Yes!” He anchors his elbows beneath your knees, pressing your legs up into your chest, finally letting himself sink into you. The slick sound that echoes into your ears is just flat out embarrassing but you can’t bring yourself to care. You throw your head back, moaning loudly as he fills you up to the hilt. Finally, his chest comes flush with the back of your legs, bottoming out inside you. His lips brush against yours as he pecks you softly at first, but then more and more ravenous and greedy. He hisses between sloppy, open mouthed kisses, muttering and cursing into your own mouth.

“My omega! Mine, mine!” 

He pulls out only to thrust all the way back in, burying himself inside you once more before he begins his brutal rhythm, betraying just how needy he is for you as well. Your body bounces helplessly on his cock as you keen and cling to him for purchase, steadying yourself on his shoulders. 

You think he’s coming to devour you again but his lips find your marked neck, digging his teeth into the brand over and over again as he rocks powerfully into you until you’re certain that you have no scent left of your own. You don’t mind, you don’t care, you’ll stay in this home forever and raise his pups.

“Yours! Only yours!” 

He groans against your neck and withdraws, bringing his head up to you again. Beckoning him closer, you throw your arms around him and tighten your grip around his neck until he’s forehead to forehead with you. He’s drooling slightly, face turning red with exertion as he repeatedly cants his hips against your dripping pussy over and over again. He finds the wherewithal to kiss you, tongue slipping past your lips and exploring your mouth frantically. You can feel him try to say something but between the molding of your mouths and the pleasure sparking and coiling in your abdomen, you can’t make it out. 

Panting and heaving chests collide between the joining of slippery, sweaty bodies and the punishing pistoning of his hips bruises you as he practically fucks you into the floor. The loud wailing of your wanton moans and his animalistic growls echo off the bedroom walls. The slapping of flesh on flesh joins the cacophony and it all comes together to heighten your pleasure and stimulate you even further. Your beloved alpha, he’s going to fill you soon. He’s going to knot you and breed you over and over until you’re mothering his pups. 

“My good- ah- good little omega. You’re going to be such a great mother-“ His staccato thrusts become slightly more erratic, losing their rhythm ever so slightly, and if you could focus between the twitching of your cunt and the blinding orgasm growing in your gut, you could tell he’s getting close. “I-I can’t wait to watch your belly swell. Your tits will grow nice and fat with milk and- fuck!” 

His moans become breathier and higher pitched, heaving them into your ear. Your own release is nearing soon, every nudge of his pelvic bone against your clit taking you higher and higher to the top. Your pussy pulses with his filthy words, toes flexing and your fingers tensing in his hair, urging him forward. 

“Shigaraki, please-!” 

Your eyes meet for a brief second, his heavy scarlet ones staring glassy and blown out into yours. Your back arches off the floor and his teeth clamp down on the rounds of your neck where your mark is once more, sinking deep into the pliant flesh and claiming you a final time before you feel his cock twitch and with a drawn out and uneven howl, he empties himself inside you. 

With the warm sensation of his white, sticky cum filling your womb and his broken and breathless admissions of pleasure, you find yourself pushed over the edge as well. Your walls flutter and contract around him, squeezing and milking him as he scratches at the floor beneath you in a blinding and borderline overstimulated euphoria. Your entire body convulses and shakes beneath him, face contorting and uncontrolled sobs of bliss exhaling from your chest, slowly turning into fractured little wails and gasping.

When you finally come to, he’s releasing your legs from his hold and gently lowering them to the floor, still laying atop you as his knot plugs you and prevents the loads of cum from escaping. His tender finger brushes your cheek, kissing you softly with a few gentle pecks. You can feel your heat subside, if only temporarily, but you know it’s likely not going away. Heats are never so kind, and it’s only a matter of time until he has to leave again. The thought fills you with panic and your heart begins to race.

You look to him as if to say something, but he just presses his lips to yours once more.

“I know, little omega.” One of his large hands comes down to stroke your belly, feeling the pressure from the seed currently plugged deep into your womb while the other keeps stroking your cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. It’s my omega’s birthday, after all, and I want it to be special. I don’t care how long it takes.”

[theemporium]

danny offering you a quickie and turning it down saying you want him deep and slow later leaving him tortured till you get home but he gets his own back dragging his cock in and out paiiiinfully slow till ur crying and whimpering and he keep asking if it’s slow enough? if it’s deep enough? if that’s what you want? but you’re so fucked out you can’t even answer to tell him harder or faster even though he knows exactly what you need but he’s a man of his word and if you said deep and slow that’s exactly what your gonna get.

oh my god im ***💦

DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME OR???????

nah because the way he’s just smiling down at you, watching the way you babble incoherent nonsense as he thrusts into you, slow and hard and you’re just so fucking cock drunk but so fucking needy as well??

the scratches down his back as you beg for him to go faster? the rambling promises to give him whatever he wants if he fucks you hard and fast? the way your tears just look so pretty to him and he’s just kissing them away whilst you clench around his cock?

yeah🫠I’m a puddle rn!!!

[daddyissuesmademe]

I want to pamper Arkham Series!Jason, just lavish attention on him and make him comfortable and send him to his own little piece of heaven until he's melted into a happy little puddle. Then fuck him so hard, he's a babbling, sobbing, incoherent mess and creams so hard he blacks out for a solid hour in a sex coma and can't walk the next day. Or vice versa if he needs aftercare later, I'm flexible.

Bruh💀 

•It starts with him in his AK suit probably doing his thing, meeting with villains and shooting people. Although he appears to be all tough and calculated, seeing some homeless kid trying to steal something and getting caught but not backing down hits him with nostalgia.

• He comes home looking and feeling like an absolute mess as this was something he wasn't expecting to happen or still emotionally wreak him. His S/O looks at him and it clicks.

• lots of touching him on the face, cupping his face and hugs (he's a touched starved baby.back off) telling him how much he means to you and so many nicknames.

• "baby" "baby boy" "darling" "love" "my king"

• "come here baby boy, let me take care you of"

•Slow torture. That's it. Laying him down on the shared bed and getting on top of him. Calling him beautiful every time you look into his eyes while you trace and kiss every single scar on his gorgeous body.

• grinding with clothes on. Getting him all worked up. Never once breaking eye contact. He is unsure if he's allowed to touch you so you lift his hand and suck on his fingers.

• "You're such a good boy. Being so good for me, gorgeous. You look so beautiful spread like that for me."

• SO! MUCH! EDGING! You'll get off but he doesn't get to. He'd be a mess. Crying to get off. Begging in the sweetest voice. A fucking mess but yet obedient. Wouldn't touch himself no matter how much he wants to.

• Finally you decide to give him what he wants, it's absolute pleasure. He's sobbing and you're on his cock bouncing, moaning his name and being so vocal with him.

• " You want this? Yeah babyboy? You want to cum? I'm gonna fuck you till you pass out baby. Make you feel real nice because you deserve it baby."

• multiple orgasms.

• Both of you would be a mess after it and just lay there. He'd still be crying and shaking. You wouldn't stop him but rather be there. Holding him, cuddling him. Telling him he's done so much and how proud you are. Telling him you'd never leave him and how you'd always protect him

(this was. Well, something. I'm so sorry this was rushed.) 

If you liked this, I did write something similar to this,  so go check that out. 

https://daddyissuesmademe.tumblr.com/post/628268211728678912/im-saying-this-because-i-think-you-wont-judge

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

BBC Ghosts S3EP4 liveblogging

spoilery, swearing incoherent babbling full on ahead.

Seriously my version of liveblogging is just quotes and my unedited thoughts and emotional rollercoaster it' 2 am I have a ten hour shift tomorrow but that probably won't stop me.

so now beware the muddy waters under the cut

okay hasn't started ye but I will never shut up about how I think it's gonna be a lord fauntleroy plot line so yeah there's that

puddle water mixed with river water oh my days XD

the innuendos are strong this season...

omg i also hought it would be kitty? fanny what the bally hell is going on 0.o oh this is he flashback episode isn't it? i'm not ready. it's probably going to be george's death day or something like in mrs browns boys when she celebrates the anniversary of redsers passing

Patty Cake XD

omg it's granola XD

i'm always serious ask my wife xD

He is her dad...her spy dad imagine sunglass emoji i'm on my computer that folds

boob. thehehehe

kitty my heart

mwah <3

it's so hard to threaten dead people XD

young lady old lady lady XD

someone in this room i am screaming they so know

I LOVE HIM pillow talk you wonderful weirdo. beybey i so love him in his awkward moments

Mike stressing about how many kisses should go in he email is me rephrasing work emails twelve times before sending and coplaining that it sounds passive agressive without emojis

omg pat dreamt of robin. robin is his it happened once in a dream

oh..ugh ehm...his head doesn't consent so can the body consent or is this now just fucking creepy wtf

okay no sorry i find this incredibly uncomfortable

julian you dickhead

omg isn't that the music from sims when they wohhoo and the sim gets pregnant? 0.o

okay the ypoint out that the body is content but... i dunno

cap with a sixpack XD

gosh liveblogging takes so long

he almost stated his last name oh come on now you're ust taking the piss XD love it though

a lipstick stick from now on i will call my lipsticks lipstick sticks

robin does the mood lighting :D

okay hm it' not a strict fauntleroy thing. but maybe it's a trick

alison poor beybey

humphrey you lovely angel but it's still a bit weird though

okay humphreys body did consent? oh it's so weird seriously but oh humprey beybey