#and i had a vision 🤣
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idea: bucktommy squabble over nothing when their laundry gets mixed up and one of them cares less and they wear eo clothes and it's not a big deal most times, they love seeing each other in eo clothes, but then one of them is looking for his favorite pair of underwear or smth stupid and gets annoyed (maybe on edge bc of other stuff and it's the last straw, *cough* buck working under gerrard *cough*) and they argue about it but it's so ridiculous in the end they just laugh it all off
idk, just give me bucktommy having a small inconsequential squabble that's so ridiculous and lighthearted lol
just buck coming to work all annoyed and everyone's like "what happened" and Buck is like "he always takes the last clean pair of socks" or smth lol
#idk i was just walking around the house looking for my bra bc my mom took it#and i always look for my underwear bc my sis takes it#and i had a vision 🤣#bucktommy#a ficlet idea is brewing btw#hen: how do two grown men not have two clean pairs of socks between them#buck: that's what im saying! we live together we have double the clothes how do we run out?? he's so lucky i love him (...)#(and its the first time he says he loves tommy in front of the team and cue some loving teasing lol)#idk idk lmao
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— ✰ YES HYUNG !! ig ; twt
#I HAD TO🤣#MY MAN MY MAN#SAFE TO SAY IM HOOKED#ITS REELY GOOD#SUPER GOOD#TOO-NA GOOD#HIS VISION I SEA IT#super tuna#Jin#bts#bts fanart#btsedit#*latest#*fanart#studioagust#dailybts
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Yehya Badr
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Dr. Badr
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Hunter’s Moon
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Fist of Khonshu
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✨him✨😩
-Quick character study of Badr, translating him into more my style-
#moon knight#Hunter’s Moon#Dr. Badr#Yehya Badr#you’d think with my level of religious trauma I wouldn’t be so attracted to a zealot#but here I am#I’ve had the hots since he was introduced in Midnight Mission#and it’s just gotten worse#Moon Knight 26 wrecked me#I’m done stick a fork in me this is now a Jake lockley and Yehya Badr stan page#bonus tiny angry comic Marc Spector because he’s a goofy little homeless man#the real questio is#does he wear glasses purely for esthetics or does the vestments correct his vision?#OR is Hunter’s Moon just stumbling around all near/far sighted 🤣
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when the mahari yuware calls me
#promareedit#promare#プロメア#lio fotia#galo thymos#music#fire#studio trigger#i spent way too long editing this 🤣#i had a vision that needed to become reality#happy promare day to those who celebrate <3#the song’s called kakusei by super/fly#lucyrambles.txt
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I was going thru the videos of my TMHT shows and discovered an excellent depiction of my clown experience with @cal-puddies in Concord so I had to add some commentary and share it 😂🤡
(my video, don't repost, etc. but this is literally such a specific shitpost idk why you would)
#i had no memory of taking a video of the entire supernova/red desert experience#and now we know why bc I was experiencing every human emotion under the sun evidently 🤣🤣#idk if this is amusing to anyone else but I was literally in tears laughing so here#apologies if you follow me on ig bc you'll be seeing this there too lol - it wouldn't fit in last week's new years post#i have another ridiculous video of Cass & I reacted to their entrance and seeing Luke in the suit#but i have yet to fulfill my video editing artistic visions with that clip so we'll see 😂😂😂#anyways#5sos#5 seconds of summer#take my hand tour#video#friendship 🦦🦦#cass & crystal#kh4f post#kh4f media#tmht concord
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INSTAGRAM JUST UP AND DELETED MY SAVED COLLECTIONS. I SPENT LIKE A YEAR SORTING POSTS INTO THOSE COLLECTIONS. IT ALSO MYSTERIOUSLY AND WITHOUT WARNING DELETED A BUNCH OF MY CHATS WITH FRIENDS FROM MY INBOX. I LOST SO MANY IMAGES AND VIDEOS MY FRIENDS SENT ME OVER THE YEARS. WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL
#i genuinely do not understand what the hell#why. like what did i even do#i don't post or comment on IG either#I contacted support twice. no damn response#y'all if you know any fixes...let me know pls!#i had sooo much stuff saved and sorted into collections. recipes fashion inspo poetry n writing excerpts. a vision board even#to be clear i still have my saved posts but they're all unsorted now bc IG deleted my collections#now i'll have to scroll 10 miles if i want to find an older saved post#this is wildest thing for a social media app to do to you unprovoked. ALSO completely and utterly out of the blue. like what#i feel personally targeted im not even kidding lmfaooooo#bc best believe i ran to google to look for fixes. and guess what i got. nothing. damn near nothing#and im about to burst out laughing as i type this out bc what the hell man 🤣😭 this shit is so ridiculous its funny#but im also so angry at having my data wiped that i don't know what to do#man 😭 im tired. im going to sleep#i'll wake up and what next? my instagram as a whole gets fuckin deleted lmfaoo#which when you think about it. is a good thing. they'd be doing me a favor#instagram is demonic atp anyway#personal
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Behold my masterful photo editing skills.
Secret about autistic people: a lot of times we don’t actually miss a social cue. We see it. We just decide to ignore it because we think it’s a stupid social cue.
#i had a VISION i HAD to do this 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣#(also i am keeping it because boy i get the feeling i'll have a use for it at some point)#k8 reboggles#k8 rambles about autism#autism stuff#funny tag!
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Which tumblr accounts are your favorites for masculine + grunge/rough/tough sims? I need some style inspo.
#trying to strike the balance between the cartoon look which I always love#and something that would smell like oil if tumblr had smell-o-vision#so like Popeye I guess 🤣#I need help clearly lol
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You know what, scuff sequence is ok and then later I can figure out how to draw them all better so I can have the skeleton at least once I get back to my pc and makes this faster or at least more efficient :)
#random rambles#im inflicting emotional damage as I make this bc if I am like this I do think it is fair to share the big brain moment I had a week ago :)#aka my brain is making me suffer so I shall share the vision bc the only way it will not torture me is to release it into the wild#out of my head and out for anybody to deal with it and not just me 🤣#i may be joking but this project makes me tear up with how it hits that particular trope I love
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Replaying hsdjy and Langston sings, obviously, so I was wondering if you have like a voice claim for him? I imagine he sounds like Michael J. Woodard.
Yaaasss for a replay!!! (I still get surprised when ppl play the game once, let alone again 🥲)
Annnndddd...I have actually never been able to pinpoint Langston's singing voice...I feel like I'd know if I heard it?? BUT Michael J. Woodard has a lovely voice and at this point I'm fine with letting y'all headcannon how Langston sounds lol
#asks#hsdjy#Langston McKnight#okay so I was listening to Avery Wilson and he kiiiiinda could fit the bill??#he does a lot of runs and I'm like hmmmm would Langston do that??#also his lower register had me going WAIT WAIT I HEAR THE VISION#anyhoo dev don't know what she's talking about 🤣#please feel free to headcannon
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I definitely need more Dad!Logan and or Pregnant!Reader! Anyway we can get something where Logan and the reader are married and they are teaching at the school (different classes) when the reader suddenly passes out during a lesson and it causes a frenzy and when she’s taken to med bay and tests are ran, it’s discovered she’s pregnant and she hadn’t been showing any symptoms until she passed out? From there we see some sweet moments through her pregnancy (also would it be Logan if he didn’t threaten Scott for getting too close to his family? 🤣)
sight to see
a/n: love this sm anon
Warnings: pregnancy, dad!logan
MASTERLIST | KOFI
It started off as a seemingly normal day, you say bye to Logan, giving him a kiss before you walked into your classroom, where all your students “ooohed” at you, causing your cheeks to heat and your eyes to roll, waving them off.
The lesson had started normal as well, you pointing to the chalkboard in front of you, making sure they were writing it down.
“So-“ you paused, suddenly feeling a wave of lightheadedness, your eyebrows furrowing.
“Mrs. Howlett? Are you okay?” You heard one of your students ask worriedly, all of them staring at you in confusion.
You smiled, swallowing before nodding, and trying to continue on with the lesson. Your ears rung, your vision getting slightly blurry, and your breathing picking up.
You suddenly dropped to the floor, the lead thing you heard being your students concerned voices in the back.
“Listen, kid, that’s not my prob-“ Logan stopped his sentence upon seeing multiple students rush into his classroom, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, hearing all their voices overlapping as they spoke.
“Woah, woah, woah, one at a fucking time.”
“Mrs. Howlett, she fainted in the middle of a lesson.” He heard one student say, to which he immediately shoved through the other students blocking him, practically running to your door.
He slammed it open, seeing Charles and Jean over you. He swallowed thickly, looking to the both of them.
“What the fuck happened? Is she okay?” He asked, walking over to them.
“She’s breathing, she’s fine. I just might need to take her down to the lab, run some tests.” Jean responded.
“Fuck.” He mumbled, running a hand through his hair, following Jean and the professor down to the lab.
Jean and Hank looked at the screen and then at each other. Logan sat impatiently next to you, his leg bouncing up and down, his hand holding yours.
Hank finally walked out and over to the both of you, Logan looking at him for answers.
“If what we’re seeing is…correct,” he glanced down at the picture in front of him before speaking. “Y/n is pregnant. 5 weeks pregnant.”
“What?” Logan spoke, confused out of his mind at the moment, in disbelief. “That’s not…. She hasn’t been showin’ any signs or nothing, I don’t- are you sure?”
“Uh.. here.” He handed him the picture, pointing to a little figure that showed up.
He looked at the picture and then at you, sighing and falling back into the chair, holding his face in his hands. He wasn’t prepared for this at all.
Hank swallowed, and decided to walk away, letting him think for a moment.
It was then that you woke up, letting out a groan and your other hand going to your head.
He looked up at you, standing up and going to your side.
“What the hell happened?” You asked groggily while he leaned down to press his lips to your forehead.
“You fainted. Your kids came in and told me.”
You sighed, looking up at him. He still held your hand in his, he sat back down.
“What? Why’d i faint?”
He sighed again, staring at you while he spoke in a low tone. “You’re pregnant.”
“I’m what?!” You squealed, whether out of confusion, happiness, or fear, you had no clue. Jean and Hank quickly came back in when they heard you were awake, explaining everything much better and clearer.
It took Logan a while to come around to the idea, to fully accept and grasp the fact that he was going to be a fucking dad. It seemed like something straight out of a dream to him. Something he never thought he would have.
He loved you, he always would. And although he was scared, he knew you were probably just as scared- if not more. That first night you found out, he fell asleep with his arms wrapped around your stomach in the small med-bay bed.
And for the remaining months, he was careful, he was even more doting. All the kids loved to tease him, calling him whipped and such. He just told them to shut up, but they never missed that small smile on his face.
And of course, once the baby did finally pop out, she was the most adorable little thing. Logan adored her. He never wanted to let go of her.
It was a sight to see, the usually gruff Logan howlett being soft with his wife and tiny baby.
He was the most overprotective dad and husband ever- especially when it came to Scott. He caught him looking at the both of you once, and he pulled out his claws.
But you would have it no other way, really. <3
#logan howlett fluff#logan x reader#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#logan howlett xmen#logan howlett x y/n#wolverine x you#wolverine fluff#logan wolverine#wolvie#wolverine#wolverine x reader#logan howlet x reader
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Can you write about the reader being either Ford or stans controversially young spouse? Like they're close to their 20s instead of their 60s
Ooh to be their controversially younger spouse what a dream I wish I could live lmao 🤣
Before you became Ford’s spouse, the man would always use the age gap between you two as the sole reason as to why you shouldn’t be together romantically, he’s sweating bullets and loosing sleep over it because it’s just so glaringly obvious to him that you shouldn’t.
However this was all just a cover up for the fact that he did indeed feel things for you in a romantic sense. You were great with Dipper and Mabel, encouraging their passions and even getting involved in them should they need someone to be dazzle in gems or go out into the woods to look for the supernatural.
You even got along with Stan, which was only an added bonus for Ford but still he kept reminding himself that he was far, far too old for you that he might as well have been old enough to be your father/ grandfather! Wasn’t that enough to disturb you?
He knew some people held a liking towards older people but believed it was more for their wisdom and life experience, not the romantic kind.
Apparently it wasn’t because Ford accidentally over heard a conversation between you and Wendy regarding his age;
Wendy: isn’t he too old for you?
You: negative, I love older men. Especially older men who are smart, a little socially awkward and plays dungeons, dungeons and more dungeons.
Wendy: …respect dude.
Needles to say after hearing that Ford’s face became as red as cherries and his worries regarding how you felt towards the age difference seemed to have dwindled slightly, but still he worried that others would view you as weird for being with a man more then twice your own age.
Sure there wasn’t many…worthy candidates to date in Gravity falls but surely he couldn’t be the only one worth your gaze? Mabel must’ve at least tried to set you up on more then one occasion, but according to her you just never seemed to jell with the people she set you up with, saying that you had a distant look in your eyes as though you could be anyone else then at the date.
When Mabel confronted you about it one day, you told her that you liked men a little older then you, Mabel then asked why but you only ruffled her hair and told her that she might see the vision one day. Ford was now being presented with more proof that you would be more then content with dating him, it was undeniable and he even indirectly heard it from your own mouth, so what else could he possibly be held back by?
Fear and rejection from society if they ever were to see you both in a romantic setting?
Then again you both lived in gravity Falls and there were things far weirder than an 20 year old dating a 60 -pushing 70- year old man. And thus began Ford’s new hypothesis; how to win over a 20 year old’s heart.
After you stated dating, you beating the other ladies and men off with a stick because that sexy silver fox was yours! FINALLY! It was your turn to have a sexy older man in your bed!
Other then that you loved being with Ford as no two days were the same, you could be going out with him to look for supernatural as a date, thankfully surviving when Ford got a little distracted by spouting facts on what was trying to kill you both and ending up sat on the porch of the mystery shack and laughing together afterwards.
Or be in his lab and watching him work while admiring how handsome he looked with greying hair and an aging face, but Ford would see it otherwise and become a little insecure and reserved.
‘Don’t you think it weird?’ He’d ask you one day.
‘About us?’ You didn’t have to hear him respond when you knew that Ford was still a little uncertain with your age difference still after seemingly accepting it. You sigh and walked over to him and sat on his lap, making him blush and his eyes widen as you hold his face between your hands.
‘Ford, sweetie I don’t care about what they think, I’m just glad that I got to be with you after pinning for so long. I understand this is new for you but all I ask is that you trust me,’ you kissed his nose softly, ‘and trust in our relationship, there’s nothing weird about it unless you make it weird.’ You add with a smile as Ford rested his head against you, his hands now resting comfortably on your waist.
‘You’re right my sweet,’ Ford said, ‘I’m just worried that you might find someone close to your age more appealing then some old man.’ You couldn’t help but chuckle as you leant further into him.
‘Who could I ever find more appealing than you mr sixer?’ You asked rhetorically, ‘you’re more than perfect the way you are and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to call you mine, so everyone else can stay jealous for all I care knowing I have the most perfect man ever.’ You add as you kissed his lips this time and smiling when Ford reciprocated it with his sweeter, soft kiss.
You probably have moments where you recall something Ford wouldn’t understand and Ford would reference something that was older than you, it’s funny regardless of how you looked at it.
Ford’s body still has aches and pains despite keeping himself healthier than Stanley and so you would help him during these times and coddle him lovingly, while reminding him that he needed to take it easy on himself once in a while.
Ford apologises for it but you only shut him up and remind him that he has nothing to apologise for.
You didn’t treat each other differently because of your ages, if anything you made Ford feel young again and Ford gifted you advice and made you feel just that little bit smarter, which boosted your confidence in yourself. It was a beautiful relationship that was pure and sweet it could give anyone cavities.
Stanley didn’t give a shit you were dating his brother, he knew you liked men above a certain age when you kept eye fucking Ford whenever he walked past you, or how Ford would look at you longingly when you weren’t looking . He saw this shit coming from a mile away as it wasn’t exactly subtle on either end and may have made a bet with Wendy about how soon you’d come to him to announce you were dating his brother.
Stanley won the bet much to Wendy’s dismay.
You saw Ford shirtless once and went apeshit much to his surprise because weren’t people your age into six packs and hairless upper bodies?
Nope, not you, you loved his tummy and body hair that you clung to his side and spent the afternoon kissing his scars and embarrassing tattoos he kept covered in turtlenecks while whispering reassurance that reminded him that you were attraction to him was more then surface level. Ford would return the favour when you had episodes of insecurity would remains you of such by comparing your every insecurity to something beautiful.
Acne? Constellations/ clusters of stars
Stretch marks? Lighting strikes
You’ve got a tummy and thick thighs? Didn’t you know that they(thick thighs) saved lives?!
Needless to say that you came out with a newfound love for yourself afterwards.
You constantly held his hand and kissed each finger to show that you didn’t care about anything but him and his wellbeing, it warmed Ford’s heart as he found to love himself a little more with your help, and in doing so he was able to show you love by kissing your cheek in greeting or making you breakfast in bed or draping his coat over your shoulders when he saw that you were cold.
It was sweet and innocent but still it was enough to have you smiling and feel loved, which is all Ford ever wanted you to feel while with him.
Ford’s love was chivalrous, stubborn and awkward, but you wouldn’t want it any other way as you wanted Ford just the way he was and thrived when you saw his eyes gleam with excitement as he makes a discovery, leading him to grasp your face and kiss you on the lips while holding you close to his chest as he explained what he had done; all the while you stared at him with awe and love because he was really attractive when he was talking about things he was passionate about.
Ford would then catch himself and apologise for rambling but you would kiss him on the cheek and ask him to continue, to which Ford happily obliged, now aware that you were staring at him as though he had hung the stars in the sky.
Ford would find himself looking at you in a similar fashion when you were going on about what you and Mabel did in town, and Ford couldn’t help but hone in on your smile, shining eyes and hand gestures that told him that you enjoyed the hijinks that had happened while wearing the sweater that Mabel made you the entire time.
You’d catch him staring intently at you and suddenly you’re flustered and playing with the sleeves of your bright and vibrant sweater. ‘It’s kinda corny isn’t it?’ You’d ask as Ford chuckles, reaching out to hold your hand reassuringly in his.
‘No, not at all my sweet, I in fact find your adventures with my niece and nephew endearing and sweet. So please continue to tell me how you drop kicked a gnome into Mabel’s leaf blower.’ Ford said and within seconds you were back to being bright and talkative about your adventures of fighting off gnomes, barf fairies and pulling Mabel away from fae traps.
You both were each others listeners and would remember anything and everything said because you actually liked to hear where the other got up to when apart from one another.
Bonus; you definitely have a spot in his journal where he goes in depth of your relationship before ending it with: ‘they’re someone I don’t think I could envision a future without, for they make me young again while loving me regardless of our differences in age and much more. Thank you for loving me y/n, even when I don’t think it’s deserved.’
#gravity falls x reader#gravity falls imagine#gravity falls imagines#gravity falls#ford pines x you#ford pines imagines#ford pines imagine#ford pines x reader#stanford pines x you#stanford pines imagines#stanford pines imagine#stanford pines x reader
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Something I just noticed about this gif…
He was running from her, then trying to keep her from falling, then falling himself, and now things have calmed down enough for them to just… look at each other. It’s the first time he really gets to look at her, like, really look at her in ten years. Not just through the cracks in the walls.
The way his eyes shift a little before he tries to nervously hurry away had me wondering - is he thinking “oh shit, this is it, this is happening” because she looks the exact age she was in his vision?
Dude was just trying to have a chill day of reject arepas and ratelenovelas and now he finally has to confront this. 😭🤣
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Like Puzzle Pieces
18+ ❤️🔥 MDNI ‼️
Spencer Reid x Reader
no plot, just spice (who’s surprised) 🤣
“You can do it baby,” Spencer exhales.
He grips your hips as you hover over him, trying desperately to sink down on his cock despite the aching stretch you felt. Your legs shake and the delicious sensation of being too full, too stretched out mixed with a dull ache.
You whimper and jerk upward with your fingers curled in his hair as the pain intensifies.
Spencer had warned you of this. His… girth mixed with his impressive length was challenging for most of his partners to take. You were determined, however, despite his protests that you didn’t have to.
“Do you want to stop?” He asks gently as he cradles your cheek in his large hand. You pout your bottom lip out.
“No, I want it. I want you,” you frown.
“I know,” he pauses for a moment. “Lay on your back, we’ll try missionary.”
“We probably should have tried that first,” you admit. It was you who insisted gravity would help and you just HAD to ride him. He argued that missionary allowed you to relax more. Hopefully he was right.
He moves on top of you and nuzzles his nose into your neck, inhaling slowly and planting kisses there. You run your hands up the planes of his body and moan against the sensation of his cock rubbing upward between your folds.
He bares his narrow hips downward, inching into you with cruel slowness. Still you gasp, your walls stretching as they try to accommodate him. This time though it feels more delicious, more sinful, less painful to open up for him.
The gasp he lets out is like floating in space, breathy uncontrolled. It’s unreal, having him like this. Where at work he’s the picture of control, logic, wit. Here he’s a panting mess as you take that final inch of him. Your swear he’s in your stomach and you moan his name.
“So so good,” he shudders.
“You like that I can take all of your cock, Dr.Reid?” You purr and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Your fingers twist into his hair as he works his way in and out of you again.
He mutters an incoherent answer and buries his face in your neck. Your pull you knees up higher, giving him an angel to get deeper. You think time stops when he obliges and pushes himself down into your core. Fuck.
“Look,” he grips your jaw and turns your head so you can the reflection in the mirror.
The way his muscles flex as he thrusts into you? Your legs dutifully moving to wrap around his waist, his hair falling around you. You want to paint the image into a masterpiece, one to rival the greats. The beauty of him inside of you is unreal, its art. Fantasizing about it didn’t do it justice.
The sight has your heart racing, your pulse chasing your orgasm to the edges of eternity while he makes certain to hit that spot inside of you.
And when he moans your name?
You’re done.
Cosmos explode in your vision your nails dig into his back and your legs tighten around him, trying to keep his hard cock inside as you pulse and come apart. He shudders at the sensation, exhaling open mouthedly as you capture him and force him to still inside of you as your finish rupturing.
Chills shoot over your skin, goosebumps left in the wake of your orgasm and you can’t even see straight. A simple Spencer shaped blur above you. But he starts moving again, pulling something like a pleasure laced cry from your chest.
“You fit me so well,” he huffs. He’s right, you were scared at first but now it’s like the two of you are puzzle pieces, destined to connect.
He feels amazing, you can’t escape the feel of him as if he’s touching every part of your insides. It’s delicious, it’s torturous, it’s perfect. But you can’t imagine ever not feeling this full, how could you adjust again to not having him within you?
Your nails claw down his back, causing him to suck air through his teeth as he murmurs a string of praises and you’re climbing again. Climbing toward that peak, towards him.
His hands grip your heart, wrenching your head back slightly. Those damned hands…
You lose sight of reality as your second orgasm threatens to take you and he’s close to it wouldn’t it be perfect if…
“Spencer!” It takes you by surprise.
Your orgasm rolls violently through you, a malevolent being conquering your existence. Then you feel him tense, hear that moan, that string of whimpers, then he’s pumping into you. You feel his warm cum filling you and it’s so delicious mixed with the way you’re soaking him. His groin, his stomach, his hips, his bed, all coated in you.
He looks down at the mess and exhales a small laugh in awe. You try to catch your breath and cover your face in embarrassment, your cheeks burning.
“Hey,” he implores in a gentle voice as he moves your hands.
“Don’t hide from me. I want everything you have to offer,” a devilish grin plays on his lips and he leans down to kiss you.
#spencer reid#mgg#criminal minds#mgg pics#dr reid#spencer reid one shots#spicy spencer reid#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid hands#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid smut
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dancing with our hands tied | pablo gavi
part 2
summary: pablo asks for your help to get his ex girlfriend back since you’re her best friend
fc: jenna ortega
a/n: writing this lowkey drained me because i somehow made it longer than i plan to but whatever we won el clásico i had to celebrate !!! (i’ll try to post part 2 tomorrow)
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Beg For It
Pairing: Virgin!Din Djarin x afab!reader
Word count: 3.9k
Tags/warnings: piv sex, oral (m), cock worship, virgin din, premature ejaculation, teasing, humiliation, sub din, dom reader, degradation, cockpit sex™, embarrassment, age gap (younger reader), din djarin's monster cock, helmet stays on, pet names, snarky reader, experienced reader, stuff I'm forgetting (c'mon guys, it's me.)
Summary: You make a shocking discovery about Din and decide to do something about it.
A/N: Hey babes! Sorry if you're waiting on TTF or FB rn, but my brain does not want to cooperate atm. TTF 4 should be out relatively soon, but I'm not sure about FB. I hope you like this fic, bc I have no idea where it came from 🤣 My asks are always open in the meantime!!
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“Fuck, it’s tight in here,” you complain as you stuff yourself into the small alcove exposed by the panel that was just removed from the Crest’s wall.
“And a fucking mess. Do you ever organize this shit, Din?”
The exasperated sigh that comes from behind you is enough to answer your question.
You roll your eyes as you reach for the tangled ball of wires in front of you. No wonder the lights have been flickering. You’re lucky it wasn’t anything worse than that.
“Who would even be doing this shit if you didn’t have me? Not like your broad ass could fit in here.”
Mando scoffs behind you.
“We got along perfectly fine before you,” he argues. “Grogu could fit in there, I’d have him do it.”
Now it’s your turn to laugh.
“Yeah, that would go over well.”
Din ignores your quip as he comes up to your side and nudges you with his boot.
“Hey! Can you not?” You turn your head to bite out at him even though he can’t see you.
“Scootch over,” he demands. “I need to see what you’re doing so you don’t blow the ship up or something.”
“Wow, it’s really reassuring to know how much faith you have in me, Mando.”
You swear you hear him bite down on a laugh and you smile despite yourself. You squash yourself to the side as much as you can, allowing a small gap so Din can peek in beside you. He groans as he lowers himself to his belly.
“Poor old man,” you can’t help but tease. “Bad knees getting to you?”
“Shut up,” Din quips.
You don’t actually know how old Din is, but you’re placing your bets on late thirties or early forties. Definitely older than you either way, but not quite old enough to be deserving of your quips. That’s not going to stop you, of course.
By the time he’s looking inside, you’ve untangled the mess of wires and separated the two that need to be switched.
“Damn it, Mando, you’re blocking my light. I can’t see shit.”
He sighs for the umpteenth time today.
“Really? There’s plenty of light,” he argues.
“Yeah, maybe when you have a fucking night vision mod in your helmet. Get up and tell me what to do from there.”
He obeys but you swear you hear him mutter something about being bossy through a groan.
“What have you done so far?”
“I’ve separated the red and blue wires from the rest.”
“Okay, go ahead and pull them both from their outlets.”
You try to pull them off, but you can’t quite reach the outlets on the back wall.
“Damn it,” you mutter.
You shove your knees under yourself and arch your back in attempt to push yourself further into the wall. Straining a bit, you’re able to grasp both ends and successfully tug them towards yourself.
“Got it, what now?”
“Put the red wire where the blue wire was, and the blue where the red was,” Mando instructs. His voice sounds much raspier than it had a second ago, making you quirk a brow.
“You okay there?” you ask as you finish the task.
“Yup,” he croaks.
“Okay, I’m coming out.”
You start to wriggle yourself back, and you hear Din make a strangled sound before biting down on it. It’s not until you feel your ass waggling with your movement that you realize what has him so worked up. A sly smirk quickly spreads across your face as you decide there’s no harm in teasing him a bit.
You groan and arch your back further as you back out, your ass up in the air as much as you can get it. You take your sweet time sitting up once you're out, and you can almost feel the heat coming from Mando by the time you do. You turn around to face him only to find that he’s avoiding your gaze, his hands clasped together casually in front of his crotch. You honestly wonder who he thinks he’s fooling—there’s not much that could hide a tent that size.
“What’s the matter, big boy?” you ask sweetly. “You look a bit flustered.”
“N-nothing.”
You have to physically bite down on your lip to avoid laughing at his voice crack. You’ve never heard him struggle so much. He clears his throat and tries again.
“Nothing’s wrong, cyar’ika.”
“Hm. You sure? Because I’m pretty sure you were checking my ass out a second ago.”
Din chokes on nothing as soon as the words are out of your mouth.
“I was not!” He bites out in a panicked tone.
“Nothing wrong with it, I get it. I’d check out my ass, too,” you laugh and shrug. He looks down at his feet and your brows furrow. This might be the most flustered you’ve ever seen him.
“Dude, it was just an ass, not a big deal. I’m sure you’ve seen much more than that,” you chuckle lightly.
He slowly looks up at that, and time comes to a stop as things click into place in your head.
“Holy shit,” you say, bewildered. “You haven’t seen more than that. You’re a virgin aren’t you?”
You grin when he says nothing in response. No fucking way the Mandalorian hasn’t fucked or been fucked before. Hell, you’ve wanted to fuck him since you came aboard this junk pile of a ship. Damn, you’re going to take this opportunity and fucking run with it.
“Poor baby Din, never had pussy before,” you coo at him as you stand all the way up. “What’s the matter? Is it too small? Maybe you don’t even like pussy. You want a big strong man to fuck your ass?” You know you’re just spouting anything you think might get under his skin at this point.
“N-no,” he bites out, though there’s not much conviction behind it. You continue walking towards him, forcing him toward the cockpit’s pilot seat.
“No? You don’t like cock, Din?”
“I think you need some help, big guy. You clearly need someone to dominate you, since you don’t have the balls to step up yourself. You’re lucky I’m here, I can show you how good it can be.”
Din’s hands move closer to his clothed cock to hide the twitch that ensues from your words. You see the movement and it only spurs you on. He gulps again as you keep walking toward him.
“No, I-”
“Take a seat, Mando.”
He crosses his arms and stands up straighter, leveling you with a defiant stare you can practically feel through his beskar helmet.
“I will do no such thing.”
“Oh,” you reply, crossing your arms and returning the look. “But you will.”
You glance down at the impressive bulge in his flight suit, smirking when you catch him shift ever so slightly under the weight of your gaze.
“I think you want to sit down for me, Mando. And I think you’re going to be begging for my cunt by the time I’m done with you.”
You take a step toward him, and you can see the subtle way he stops himself from taking a step back in response. You stop in front of him and let your hand down to graze his covered length. There’s a sharp intake of breath barely heard throughout the hull. If you had been standing where you were a few seconds ago, you would have missed it.
“Sounds like you already want to, actually.”
You cup him fully now, and a strangled sound slips through his tightly sealed lips.
“Poor little virgin Din, doesn’t even know how good he could have been feeling all this time,” you tease, giving him a light squeeze.
“S-stop,” he grits out, uncrossing his arms to grab your wrist with one hand. Your movements come to a swift stop.
“Ask me again, and I will,” you tell him. “But I don’t think you really want that, do you? I think you want to stick your dick inside my warm pussy and come your dumb little brains out.”
There’s a brief silence as you stare each other down, and you can almost feel the way he starts to consider his options.
“I-”
You give him another squeeze, tighter this time, and his hips buck forward as another animalistic sound tumbles from his tongue.
“Fuck, please,” Din whines as he gives up trying to hold back. You grin wildly at the sound.
“Please, what, Din? What do you want?”
“P-please fuck me!”
Your hand flattens against him and starts to rub sensually up and down, giving him enough friction to have him shivering with each pass.
“Okay, baby. Sit down like I told you to, and I’ll take care of you.”
He nods as you start to lead him backwards, the back of his knees hitting the cockpit chair and forcing him to follow your instructions.
“What a good boy,” you lean forward to coo at the side of his helmet, right where his ear would be. “Why don’t you take your cock out for me?”
You push yourself away from him, your hands placed on either arm rest as you lean over him. Din hesitates for a moment, clearly not used to the kind of vulnerability you’re asking him to surrender.
“Go ahead, baby. I promise I won’t make fun.” In fact, you know you won’t. Judging by the massive tent in his pants, there is absolutely no way that Din Djarin is anywhere near small. Not that you’ll tell him that, of course.
You stare intently as he gulps and lets his hands trail down to unbuckle his belt and shakily pull his zipper down, revealing his boxers. He waits a beat before pulling himself completely out, and you have to fight to keep your jaw from dropping when he does.
“Holy shit, Djarin,” you gawk. “Well, your dick definitely wasn’t the problem. Scared some people off if anything.” Honestly, it almost scares you. You don’t think your hand could even fully wrap around it if you grabbed it right now.
You look back to his helmet, making what you hope is eye contact. Judging by the way he shifts in the seat, you’re pretty sure you’re spot-on.
“You’re so pretty, Din. It’s a shame nobody’s ever told you.”
“T-thank you,” he breathes, his head turning slightly.
“I want you to put your hands on the armrests while I show you how pretty I think you are.”
He hesitates, obviously still not sure about any of this.
“Go ahead,” you prompt. “Unless you want me to cuff you to the damn chair.”
At this, he quickly obeys your request and lets his hands go to grip the rests. His cock slaps up, hard and leaking against his covered stomach. He twists his neck all the way to the side, avoiding eye contact as much as he can manage. As much as he’s resisting giving in, you can see how his chest heaves with desire. In this case, the lust is simply stronger than the embarrassment.
You quickly bring a hand up to grab at the bottom of his helmet, roughly jerking his head back to look at you.
“You’re going to watch me while I suck your cock. If I see you look away, you’re not going to like what happens after.”
Din shivers and nods, shaken slightly by your authoritative tone.
“Say ‘yes, ma’am’.”
You watch his throat bob as he gulps down his nervousness.
“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes out.
“See, you can be such a good boy when you put your mind to it.”
You slink down to your knees and place your hands on his thick, tense thighs. With your eyes level with his cock, you’re able to watch the way a spurt of precum dribbles down from the tip.
“Look at that, baby. Little dick is drooling already and I haven’t even touched you.”
Din tenses and clenches his hand but makes a point not to look away. Good, at least you know he’s listening. Who knew how easy it is to tame a Mandalorian? A little humiliation and degradation can go a long way.
You lean forward, grabbing hard onto his thighs in reminder to keep his hands where they are as you stick your tongue out to scoop up the precum leaking down his shaft. His hips jut forward, and you swear you hear a quiet whine from his helmet. You can’t help but chuckle lightly.
You decide not to waste your time with little licks, and instead lean forward to take his entire tip into your mouth. Now you definitely hear a whine. You struggle to shove more of him into your mouth and down your throat, his girth making it much more of a task than it needs to be.
You can feel yourself getting wetter just from the thought of how deliciously he would stretch you out in other places. It really is a damn shame he’s kept this absolute monster tucked away for so long.
His fingers twitch at the same time his head slams back into the headrest, though he keeps it angled down so he can keep watching you. You have to swallow a few times to work him all the way down, and by that time you can almost feel the way he’s tightened up to restrain himself.
You take pity on him and pull back, resisting the urge to gag as his weight drags across your throat again. A string of spit connects you to his shiny cock as you smirk up at him.
“Tell me how it feels, sweet boy.”
“F-feels s-so good, c-cyare,” Din squeaks.
“Yeah, you want more?”
He nods furiously and you immediately flick the tip of his swollen cock, earning you a strangled yelp as his hips buck wildly.
“What’s the matter? Finally got your dick wet and suddenly you forget how to speak?”
He begins to shake his head before catching himself and giving you a verbal response.
“N-no–I mean, yes, yes I want more! Please touch me,” he thrusts his hips forward again, though you're not sure if it’s voluntary or not.
“Alright, since you asked so nicely.”
You quickly grasp him and start to pump him furiously, leaning to him again to drool on his tip. The extra lubricant makes your hand glide more smoothly, your pace picking up to the point where you can see his balls drawing up.
You work your mouth in tandem with your fist, worshiping his throbbing cock with open mouthed kisses and gentle nips on the exposed skin. You close your eyes for a second to savor the way he feels between your lips, and the salty flavor that graces your tongue. If you died with Din Djarin’s dick in your mouth, you would die a happy woman.
“C-cyare, I-”
He cuts himself off as you quickly pull yourself away, leaving him with nothing but your cooling spit to focus on.
“No, no, no–ung–I, p-please!”
You laugh at him as he thrusts up, trying to find some kind of friction. His voice sounds wet, almost like there are tears in his eyes.
“Aww,” you stand back to admire his writhing body. “Poor thing can’t remember anything but ‘please’. That’s cute. Not hard to get you dumb, is it, Mando?”
You start to strip in front of him, and his hands come up from the armrests.
“You better not be moving your fucking hands, Din,” you warn. “I know where you keep those damn binders, don’t think I won’t use them.”
He groans but lets his wrists back down. His feet shift instead since there’s nothing else he’s able to move at the moment. He whines again as your top comes off with your bra, and then your pants with your panties.
Fully naked and obviously soaked, you stalk toward him yet again, stopping to place your hand on his shoulder as you climb into his lap, careful not to touch his cock just yet. You settle your thighs over the tops of his and spread your legs.
When you look up at him, he’s staring you back in your eyes, refusing to look down. You smirk once you realize why.
“Don’t get shy on me now, baby boy,” you say. “Go ahead and look at my pussy, I know you want to.”
You watch him slowly lower his gaze and breathe out a curse once it lands on your seam. Leaning forward, you whisper again to the side of his helmet.
“You can move a hand, Din. Spread me open.”
He visibly trembles at your command but lifts an arm none-the-less. You feel his fingers trail gently down to where you want him, but he stops just short.
“T-take my glove off, please. Want to feel you, cyar’ika.”
You smile at him and carefully bring his hand up to pull his glove off, his dick twitching as you do so. You lick your lips as a tanned and scarred hand is revealed. It’s ridiculous how attracted you are to that simple appendage. You wish you could see his entire body, but you know that’s not a likely scenario.
Once his glove is discarded on the floor, he moves back to your cunt and sucks in a harsh breath as he feels you.
“You’re s-so wet,” he says in a way that makes you unsure if he meant to say it out loud or not.
You laugh quietly and guide his hand so that he can prod at your hole, to which he chokes.
“That’s all because of you, sweet boy.”
You move your hips forward, and his fingers slip through your seam, your slick collecting on the rough pads. You grasp his wrist to bring his hand to your lips, opening your mouth to suck your tang of the digits at the same time as you let your pussy push against the underside of Din’s cock.
Another animalistic noise accompanies the way his entire body jolts at the sudden contact. With a pop, you pull his fingers from your mouth to make room for the giggle that bubbles up from your throat.
“Poor baby’s so sensitive!” you exclaim as you grind against him, making him groan with each pass. Both of his hands grip down hard, one on the rest and the other on your thigh. The man has a fucking grip, you’re sure there will be five little bruises littered across your skin tomorrow. You wonder how good that grip would feel on your hips as he drills himself into you from the back, and file that thought back for another day.
You shudder as his tip bumps up against your clit, sending little shocks up your spine and making you dizzy.
“Gonna fuck you now, baby boy,” you breathe. “You want that? Want to stick your cock inside me?”
“I-ungh-yes, yes!”
“Yeah?” you ask as you keep up your movements. “Beg for it.”
“P-please,” Din asks a bit too quietly for your liking. You would bet all the credits you won that he’s blushing under that armor right now.
“Oh, come on now, you can do better than that.”
There’s a short moment where you think Din isn’t going to do it, and a lump of disappointment gets stuck in your throat. Luckily, he doesn’t make you sit with it for too long.
“Please, please put my d-dick in your pussy, want to feel you, please! I-I can’t–I want–”
In the middle of his babbling, you lift yourself up and line his cock with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself down. His hands fly to your hips at the same time his thoughts fly from his brain, unable to think of anything but the way your tight pussy is parting to welcome his fat tip.
He’s never felt anything quite this pleasurable before, the sensation nearly blinding him as you work yourself down onto him.
Your head tilts back as Din holds onto your hips for dear life. The combination of that pressure along with the burn from his cock stretching you out is almost too much. You can feel a heat bubbling at the base of your spine, and he’s not even all the way inside of you yet.
“Oh, god, that’s so good, Din. You’re so good.”
He whimpers in response, though part of that may be due to the fact that your hips are now flush to his. You’re both panting, a sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies. You can’t see the perspiration on Din, but you can feel the moist heat emanating from him.
You open your eyes, not realizing they had been closed in the first place. You’ve never been this fucking full in your life. You swear you can feel him all the way up to your throat.
“M–plea–please move,” Din begs and lets his helmet rest on your forehead. His entire body is shaking with the effort of not blowing his load too quickly.
You grant his request, starting to rock your hips as you bring a hand to settle on his neck, delighted to find a damp mess of curls peeking out from his helmet at the nape. Din gasps as you tug lightly while lifting your hips.
You start a slow but steady rhythm, your skin slapping against each other each time you bottom out. His heavy cock drags against your walls, making your toes curl. A little whine sneaks out from Din’s concealed lips every time you sink down on him.
A lewd moan tumbles from your lips as you feel him punch against your cervix, tucking in further than you’ve ever been able to reach before.
“Fuck, Din! You’re so deep, baby!”
“I’m not g-going to last l-long, Meshla,” Din strains.
You ride him harder, taking that as a challenge. The tight thatch of hair at the base of his cock catches on your clit as you slam down on him, bringing you further to the brink. Something white hot flashes within your body, blinding you momentarily.
You’re not even able to tell him you’re close too before you’re clamping down on him, and he’s shouting as he loses control. Your moans tangle together as you soak his dick, your legs trembling unlike you’ve ever experienced before.
Din wraps his arms around you as he thrusts up into you, spilling himself within your heat. You’ve never in your life seen or felt anyone come as much as he does. Every time you think he’s done, you feel another spurt of his seed clinging to your walls.
By the time you’re both coming down, your ears have started ringing and your breathing has calmed down enough for you to get a word out, though you’re not sure Mando’s quite capable of that yet.
“Y-you good?” you manage to gasp.
You feel Din nod against you, and give yourself permission to lean against him. You’re wrung fucking dry. If this is what it feels like when you’re on top, what might it be like when Din’s in charge? The thought makes your body shudder and your pussy quiver. You sit in silence with him for a while until he finally breaks it with a voice just above a whisper.
“C-can we do that again?”
You laugh at hearing the last thing you expected to come from his mouth after that.
“Fucking maker, Din.”
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