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I literally just want dicked down good enough that for a couple seconds I just blank. I'm talking, drooling, no thoughts head empty, TO THE MAX... Mando can get it, honestly how do people look at him and not short circuit for a second? - Fool

BRO i know mindbreak is like…. such a hentai thing??? 

but every time i think about getting dicked down by mando i’m just thinking of him, and his stamina, and how he’ll fuck a good handful of orgasms out of you andim talking about face down, ass up, bc as much as he loves looking at your face while he fucks you, there’s something just so primal and hungry about taking you like this

you’re twitching and literally at that point nothing but a hole for him to fuck, all loose and pliant as he drills into you and only being held up by your hips, probably and bruised from how hard he’s holding onto you, drooling into the sheets below. you don’t know how many times you’ve cum, and honestly you don’t know if you’ve ever stopped cumming, but mando shows little signs of stopping

you can’t really focus on anything because every time he dips his hand down to swipe at your clit, your eyes are rolling and when he finally cums, you give the most pathetic moan, grasping weakly at the sheets under you as he plants wet kisses down the length of your back, hot cum dripping out of you 

and maybe you think he’s finally taken mercy on you and your broken body, but as he slips out, his warm mouth takes its place as he eats you out, licking and mouthing at your abused hole for a few more rounds

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before the winter

summary: anon asked: I am LITERALLY BEGGING on my KNEES for a sliver of Din (from that black and white drawing) with a breeding kink. He looks like he fucks wild, like supet dominant, almost primal, but extremely caring. Mando is definitely territorial over his girl. Bitch looks like he invented the breeding kink… I unfortunately cannot help that I am a whore for that man - Fool + anon asked: Could we maybe get some breeding kink din? Claiming his girl in the ultimate way, making her take his seed and punishing her if any falls out. He wants to breed her, wants to fuck himself and his seed so deep she will always be his, telling her dirty things while he does it, how she’ll always be his, how she is going to take his cum like a good girl and not waste a single drop

word count: 1, 6222

pairing: clan leader!mandalorian x reader

warnings: smut, breeding kink, mild bondage

a/n: so the context behind the drawing by @magichandthing​ is “what if clan leaders dressed like this” and so uh

I’ve taken some liberties with thinking about if this were the case (i.e. clan leaders =/= covert leaders, but still in high standing? maybe some sort of council?) I’ve also amended the Ways of the Mandalore and Mandalorian culture to try and explain his dress. 

Also kind of expanded on this post?

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michael myers: literally trying to murder someone

fucking weirdos on tumblr: hnnngg yes daddy choke me~~

michael: 

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pulling my weight around here and gonna ask for some balur hypnosis smut headcanons or scenario please! i gotta know how Nasty my angry husband is

“Praise kink anon here! Could i get a request of a FemaleReader/Bular where Bular adds two and two and finds that the reader has a voice kink for him, and a praise kink as well? I’m sure Bular would exploit this new found power over the reader.“

“Um…if you’re still taking nsfw story requests, is it ok to ask for Bular and some hair pulling? That’d be amazing…” not a whole lot of hair pulling but,,, its there if u squint,,,,

“I’m in love with your blog, truly! Especially with Trollhunters stuff. Will be waiting for new nsfw with Bular c: “

FUCK yall love bular (i do too tho so its ok) SO I’M JUST ADDIN ALL THESE TOGETHER LETS FUCKIGN DO THIS *cracks knuckles*

Bular (Trollhunters)

You were called into Bular’s room, not knowing what he wanted you for. Door locked behind you, he stared you down. You swallowed, shifting from foot to foot under his intense gaze.

“Come here,” he growled, making you suppress a shudder. You walked closer, yelping when he grabbed you and pulled you into his lap. His chest rumbled with a delighted purr.

“I’ve noticed a few things about you, during our… private time,” he purred in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine. He let out a grin, a hand already roaming over your body. The unoccupied hand went to your head, grabbing your hair to keep your head steady. You couldn’t stop the whimper that came from your throat.

“The way you react to my voice- it turns you into a mindless mess, doesn’t it?” His voice dropped, getting low and sensual. Your face flushed, eyes shutting to avoid looking at him. He could tell you were embarrassed.

“No need to feel ashamed,” he purred. “I quite like the idea of you writhing under me, unable to think- the only words coming from you being begs and my name.” He mumbled something in his own language, and you immediately began to relax. You don’t know what he did, but… you couldn’t muster the energy to care.

“What a sweet little thing- your mind open to me. Just like your legs soon will be.” His tongue lapped at your skin, hands moving to remove your clothes. You let out a groggy whimper, making him chuckle.

“You are much too adorable- your whimpers and moans are enough to make anyone want you.” He moved you, holding you up in his hands. He nudged your legs open, before rubbing his thumb between them. You let out a moan, making him chuckle.

“My, so aroused already? Seems like my good little pet knows to be ready and eager for her master.” You whined, heavy hands reaching down to grip his own. You opened your eyes slowly, staring up at him tiredly. He smirked down at you, making your hips twitch.

“Now… you’ll be a good girl and moan for me, pet.”

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hmmm blease can cryptidformers meganaconda (swear to god it’s a real cryptid) Ratchet or wheeljack breed me please thanks

Your hair clings to your skin, slick with sweat from both humidity and exertion as you hack through thick foliage. You slice through the last of the vine, sheathing your machete as you take a step forward, continuing along the path you forge for yourself. Your body is desperate for rest but you’re much too excited to slow down now, eager to a fault to discover all the mysteries of the world around you.

Today’s travels bring you to the rainforests of South America, specifically, the area bordering the Amazon River. The forest is home to all sorts of fantastic flora and fauna, though that alone is not what has drawn you here. There’ve been whispers among the locals of a forest spirit, unholy union of man and serpent. It’s only hearsay, no pictures or disappearances to give evidence to the claim, but that’s why you’re here.

Your camera is heavy on your shoulder along with the rest of your packed supplies. Your muscles are sore from the long hike and carrying the extra weight and, admittedly, maybe you’re a little out of shape for this particular line of work. Eventually, you’re forced to take a break despite your eagerness to continue onwards.

You settle down and lean back against a thick tree trunk as you remove your pack, eager to fish out your canteen and take a couple swings of water that has become lukewarm but no less refreshing in this heat. You take a moment to rest your legs, letting them spread out along the forest floor below you and praying that no critters choose to crawl up your pants leg and nibble the flesh of your legs.

You could have left that spot and never given it a second thought as you continued to stumble about the rainforest as you blindly searched for the creature of local legend. Could have gone on your merry way never knowing the secret the canopies held. It is either by coincidence or luck that a shift of weight from above causes too much strain on an already broken branch. The branch falls to the earth with a thud, narrowly missing your legs, and that is the only reason you look up at the canopy above you.

It’s the only reason you see the massive serpent-like creature above you.Once you see it, you can’t believe you ever could have missed it. It’s massive; fifteen feet, maybe even twenty feet long, and thicker around than your torso. Its scales are primarily white with vibrant patches of red and you follow along the length of his body until it comes to form a shape more similar to the upper half of a man than a serpent’s head. It catches you staring up at it in dumb, open-mouthed awe, but it makes no move to slither away; just watches you with narrowed blue eyes from the highest branches.

You maintain eye contact as your wrap your arms around the base of the tree, neck craning as you shimmy and struggle up the trunk until you reach some of the lower branches, scrambling to wrap your arms and legs around it. You get your footing, remaining close to the tree trunk as you reach for a higher branch, slowly pulling yourself up.

Still, the creature above you does not slither away, though its body language remains tense. Its tail raises at the end of its body, lifting in the air. A sound like a soft hiss reverberates in the canopy above, growing louder as you continue inching your way up the tree. It scowls. “Do you not understand a threat when you see one?”

“Y-you can-FUCK!” you curse as your foot slips, nearly sending you tumbling down several feet below. You catch yourself, eyes back on the creature as you scurry up higher. “Holy shit, you can… you can talk?”

“Better than you, at any rate,” it huffs.

You laugh. Partly because you can enjoy a good joke at your own expense but mostly because you are just so elated to have found the creature you’ve been searching for; even more so to be communicating with it. It raises its tail even higher as you reach one of branches that part of its body has settled over but you get the impression it means no harm. Especially when you begin to slip again and it moves the length of its body to catch you before it can even think of what its doing.

You beam at it good-naturedly, excited and grateful. It scowls again, though makes to move to remove its body from you. You feel the slide of scales against  you as it slowly encircles you. This could be an indication that it will constrict and suffocate you, though you don’t feel like you’re in danger. You get the impression it’s just trying to prevent you from breaking your neck in a nasty fall.

“What are you even doing here?” it huffs, sounding annoyed and irritated though you think you detect a hint of genuine curiosity. “The locals know better than to wander around these parts and even the tourists aren’t dumb enough to come in this deep in the rainforest.”

“Looking for you, duh!” You gesture to yourself and your gear resting by the base of the tree below you. “I’m a cryptozoologist!”

The creature looks unimpressed. Fair, considering you only found them because of sheer dumb luck. “You’re an idiot, is what you are. Charging headfirst towards monsters. It’s a good way to get yourself killed.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Are you planning on killing me?”

“No, but-”

“Then I fail to see the problem,” you interrupt, all smiles as you pat lightly at the scaly hide wrapping around your thigh. It tenses from your touch, jaw tightening, but makes no move to dislodge your hand.

It stares at you, eyes narrowed and lips tight but you just keep smiling, unable to contain your excitement. It relents under your sunny expression, heavy sigh leaving its mouth as its shoulders loosen. “Fine, good, you found what you were looking for. Now go home, kid, before you get yourself in trouble.”

“But I have so much I want to ask you!” It tenses again from the volume of your voice as you lean closer, so excited the emotion is shaking your frame. The creature leans back but you practically crawl up its body to follow. “Where did you come from? How did you learn to speak? What does your diet consist of? Are their others like you? Do you believe the moon-landing was fa-”

You stop yourself when your hand brushes against something slimy and warm. You look down to see a pair of hemipenes poking out from a slit along the creature’s underside; white with a flush of pink as blood pools down to the heated flesh, spines poking out along the the tips.

You look back up to the creature’s face. There’s a flush of color along its cheeks; clearly embarrassed though it refuses to look away. “It’s mating season,” it offers as explanation. “It’s a perfectly natural reaction to being around someone attractive and touchy, even if that someone is an idiot with no self-preservation instincts. Now, go home, kid, before something happens that we both regret.”

It’s supposed to be a warning, but it’s the weakest one you’ve heard. Even weaker than those fake warning hisses when you first started climbing the tree. You look it right in the eyes as you reach back down and rub the palm of your hand against its hemipenes.

It hisses, though the sound is anything but a threat. You watch eyelids flutter shut as its body coils around the both of you, pressing you closer as your hand continues to rub against its sex. Lips part a soft its breath comes out in heavy pants, tips of sharp fangs poking out, and you grin at the little tongue that darts out to taste the air. Its eyes open, just barely, peeking at you from hooded slits. “What are you doing?”

“I should think it’s pretty obvious,” you say through a toothy smile, heel of your palm grinding circles against its sex.

“Why?” it asks through another hiss of pleasure, pressing into the heat of your hand.

“Cuz you think I’m attractive,” you tease, motion of your hands speeding up. “And you’re not wrong about me being touchy. I’ve always been a bit of a hands-on learner, ya know? And I want to learn everything there is to learn about you. Mating habits seem like just as good a place to start as any.”

Slits of blue light watch as your free hand moves to the front of your pants, undoing the button and sliding down the zipper in one quick motion. You tug them down past your knees, not bothering to pull them down fully before you move to tug your underwear down too. The creature watches, silent, as you part your thighs to reveal the aroused flesh of your sex. You smile as its tongue darts out twice to scent the air before swallowing audibly.

“Unless you’re not interested?” you ask, voice drawing attention from your crotch to your face. Your words came out as a question though the smile on your face as you hover over one of the creature’s hemipenes implies you are more than aware of its current level of interest.

With a long-suffering sigh, you think you hear it mumble something under its breath about being too old for this kind of nonsense before its entire body coils and tightens around you, leeching your body heat as it slams home inside of you.

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