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[reveluving]

you know what I just thought of? Shy wife is used to going to neighbour cookouts and gatherings alone since Graves is often away. She gets hit on quite a bit but always reminds everyone she’s very happily married (I mean haven’t they seen the rock on her finger?)

Then one day she finally shows up with Phil at one of those gatherings and he’s so confident his relationship with her, he can’t help but laugh at those guys cause he knows she only has eyes for him 😌 (he prolly proceeds to fuck her within an inch of her life lbr)

Also completely unrelated but shy wife getting a tiny discreet tattoo of his initials or their last name, and he discovers it while fucking her after getting back from a mission

-🍬

*Rubbing my hands together like a villain* I kicked my feet in the air the second I received this!!! You, my dearest, are a MASTERMIND 🙏🏼😩

Includes: brief smut at the end (minors DNI!), petnames (‘sweetheart’, ‘pretty girl’), mentions of possessive!phil, you get a lil’ tatt for him, slight humour & loads of fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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Whether you’d like to imagine it while you’re Phil’s wife or fiancée, I’d like to imagine the latter more, since engagement rings tend to look more upscale than wedding bands. So imagine the immediate (but not enough) sting one would feel as soon as they boldly come up to you, hoping for a chance. It’s impossible not to acknowledge the large diamond cut around your finger, twinkling even at the smallest movements. 

It usually drives them away, but you’ll also have insistent ones, keen on making you sway while they nurse their injured pride to health.

Or even when married, no doubt Phil gets you the most out-there-looking band—why should he settle for less for any occasion, after all?

For Phil, he’d rather be caught dead in a ditch than potentially lose his actual ring on the battlefield. It’s why he has a silicone wedding band instead, personally chosen by you, thus why it’s almost as special as his main one. While he’d rather not potentially let a single scratch on his actual band, he still wants a part of you with him. Remind him of the memories you’ve made and will make every time he comes home. 

But on the other hand, it’s a possession thing.

Phil’s confidence in your relationship is just as massive as him carrying himself to the world, so the ring is more of a warning, as mentioned before, to those thinking they’d even have a grain of chance with you. He knows people take advantage of beautiful sweethearts like you because as soon as you give them a crumb of attention, you can only hope someone saves you from their infernal yapping.

The best part about it, to Phil, is that you don’t mind feeding his ego, just as he lives for them like a dog showering in its owner’s praises, because you know he achieves them all, be it his work or otherwise. But God knows if the men flirting with you were being truthful about the little stories they’ve conjured up to impress you.

Plus, you prefer Phil’s attention over theirs, absolutely no competition.

Especially when Phil finds the time (read: makes sure) to attend these cookouts.

Even if he doesn’t frequent to them as much as you do, he’s a household name. Literally. The hosts of the cookouts, Rick and his wife greet you like you’ve known each other for years; the same pair who’d save you from your demise each time they’d realize you were dragged into a one-sided or possibly uncomfortable conversation.

Phil is rare to be seen without you by his side, and none of you minded. A symbiotic system as Phil gets to flaunt you to all the desperate guys out there while playing guard dog. With unamused looks and sharp glares or even condescending smiles when they realize that he is the infamous Phillip Graves you and the hosts have been talking about. Somehow he knows which of them to send his warnings to, even if you’ve never given him their description.

"I did promise the missus I'd come one day." Phil joked with the group when Rick and his wife teased him for finally coming over, pulling you close to his side because he knew they were watching. You didn't, well, couldn't (not that you wanted to very much) spare even a second for them when your husband naturally had your attention.

And you get to seek comfort from him. Plus, it’s ten times fun with each other in these gatherings. Good food, good conversation and best of all, good company.

Now, tattoos. Ah, tattoos.

I imagine you’ve been considering one for a while and without his knowledge. Only because you know he’d be nosey enough to be able to draw an answer out of you. It takes a bit of time though, largely due to the commitment of it. You want one, of course, but to have one, you’ll want one that’s truly meaningful.

Should it be Graves or just G? Or should you opt for P.G. instead? What font would you want, how big would it be and where?

Even when you’ve finalised your answers, there’s a lingering bit of fear that it won’t be to your or his liking. But you’ve known the man long enough to know that so long that your heart belonged to him, cherished and cared for, you knew his heart will always belong to you too.

A small, single ‘G’ tattooed on your wrist in a flourish font. I initially thought of a finger tattoo but I heard not many artists recommend it, but that's beside the point! 

Just imagine him coming home after a tough time at work, pent-up until he has his wife underneath him. He only notices the ink on your wrist as his fingers interlock with yours. He slows his thrusts, but not he's stopping either.

If anything it reaches deeper into you when he realizes what the tattoo indicates.

“Pretty girl,” He purrs, pinning your wrist to brush his lips along the semi-sensitive spot. There's something about the way he carefully presses his lips to your pulse, only for his eyes to flit to your glassy ones with such danger. Such passion.

Such… eagerness.

“Didn't tell me y‘had a surprise.” The way surged his hips forward rather suddenly, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes and a petulant pout had your lips parting, letting out a shaky moan even before you could protest. 

“I–I wanted to…” You whined, silently begging him not to stop with your feet against his back, even if it fogged your mind from thinking straight, from making sense as you spoke, “I had it… L–Last month...” 

It has Phil feel some type of way—the best way, that is. If seeing his love handling her wedding ring with much care doesn't make him go crazy already, then this definitely would. Be prepared to have your hands pinned, be it to the bed, the wall, in the shower, wherever, whenever, so long they—both the tattoo and the ring, face him for a little while.

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[ohbo-ohno]

I haven’t had a chance to send you any thots I’ve had because my brain has been absolutely empty lately but know that I am here and while I do not understand the Avalanche talk at all (I keep thinking you mean, like, an actual avalanche at first), I patiently wait for whatever you post and get excited whenever I get a notification for you. Even if it is about either 1) a fandom I know nothing about it 2) sports which I also know nothing about - 🕸

lmaoo no worries on not sending thoughts! i've clearly been in a drought too haha

also i swearrrr i do have things im writing, i just cant for the life of me actually finish things rn. i have more wips then you'd care to know about that are on the verge of being finished, but i'm completely incapable of typing even a word in the docs

also y'all are never gonna see my stop talking about the avalanche because not a single person i know irl cares about hockey so i can't text them, and i'm a chronic yapper so the words have to go somewhere, and you all were foolish enough to follow me so!! you're seeing it!!!

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[bitchin-beskar]

MMMM OKAY HERE WE GOOO!!!

So with our beloved king!Din, as we all know he hates meetings.

So maybe, just maybe, he arrives early with you. But to your surprise, he pushes you under the table.

“Stay down there and put that pretty little mouth to work.”

You can hear the mind numbing monotone voices of the advisors and men who think they actually have Din’s attention.

But little do they know that under the table your fingers pull their kings cock right out of his pants.

It stands angry and red, begging for your attention. His hips buck up slightly when you wrap your hand around his base.

His visor tilts down which to the advisors it seems like he’s looking at the plans before him. But you know his fiery hot glance is locked on your ministrations.

Peering up into where you know his eyes are, you offer the best puppy dog eyes you can and bring his head to your mouth.

However, you can’t play all your cards at once so you just hover it right infront of your open mouth. You can feel the heat waving off his skin and the small squeak of leather sounds as his hands clench.

Smirking, you stick your tongue out and softly lick his salty precum away.

But you can only get away with your game for so long.

One of his hands grabs your head and shoves you all the way down his length. He knows you can take it, but it doesn’t stop the tears falling from your eyes as you will yourself to not gag.

OKAY THATS IT FOR NOW. IVE SINNED. GOODBYE

- 🐒

I–

uh–

um, I just–

fuuuuuuuck, 🐒 anon, I think you might be trying to murder me here???? really?? you just come into my inbox, drop this absolute fucking gem and then leave??? 

no no no, you get back here and apologize for what you’ve done, I–

I am speechless.

this... this might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever read???? I know I literally just wrote a one shot about Din fingering you at one of his briefings, but now I might need to write another one???? seriously though, I’ve got a fic I’m working on right now and then my plan was to start Chapter 4 of Royal Affairs but um.... do y’all want another oneshot?? no lie, I will write it, is this something y’all would be into???

[spiritmaiden23]

“It’s silly to try and compare someone’s pain to your own to see who had it worst. We all had our own struggles to overcome, what may seem like a small deal to you might not be the same for someone else. You shouldn’t really say that this person had it worse than the other one, it’s not your right to because we could never hope to understand feelings as strongly as that person in question felt at the time. Instead, try to practice compassion and empathy...” 

“So, with that out in the open! If you’ve been in a coma for over a year much like the champions of me Hylia, might I suggest joining my Napping Club? It’s fun, you see we get together, talk about our ten or more years of sleep and then take naps together!”  

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Forbidden Lessons XXI

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Somehow the longest chapter thus far.

Warnings: noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you!

Your mother doesn’t stay much longer. She’s bored, as she usually is when she’s not the center of attention. There’s only so much a single person can offer her. And her pathetic suicidal daughter is hardly a fond audience.

You take out your phone again. She insisted on getting your number, feigning offense that you hadn’t already texted her with your new one. It makes little difference, she isn’t going to call. 

Your chat with Professor Barnes pops back up. ‘Sunshine?’

You forgot to answer. You type into the box, ‘sorry, fell asleep. Home.’ He sends back a smiley face almost immediately and you leave the cell on the night table. You don’t get how people can live their lives on those tiny anxiety-inducing gadgets. It’s probably easier when you actually know people.

You shut off the lights and let your laptop cast a dim glow around your dorm. You lay in the soft hue as your eyelids droop, the dialogue of actors soothing your mind. You latch onto their fictional issues, those are much simpler. You drift off into sleep, almost forget the cold river, the cruel professor, and your selfish mother.

When you wake, you’re groggy. It’s the deepest you’ve slept since the morning on the bridge. You assume it’s the panic attack breaking down the final slat of resistance or just the mountain piled high over the week finally overcoming you. It doesn’t matter, it was hardly more restful than any other night.

You eat a bowl of instant oatmeal and look over the outline for that day’s course. You skim through the articles listed there and count down the time until you need to leave. That class is easier, the professor doesn’t notice you, nor do the students. 

You return in the afternoon. Your mother honks and startles you before you can start up the walkway to the front door. She leaves her car parked in the space against the curb and clomps up to you in her heeled boots.

“How was class, honey?” she asks but doesn’t wait for a reply, “oh, I had a marvelous time last night. So much fun. I met the dreamiest man at the bar. Mm, so handsome. I got a picture. Oh, but listen to me, like a girl again, all agog. Ugh, he is so nice. The way he calls me darling…”

She trails you inside, you, her silent sounding board. While she’ll hardly get the praise she desires, she won’t ever get anything less than tolerance. It’s enough for her.

“Anyhow, I had to come check on you, like a good mommy,” she preens as you climb the stairs, “I think I might be in town a little longer than I thought.”

“Oh?” you utter as you enter your dorm.

“I’ve got a date tonight! Oooo,” she squeals, “I can’t believe it. I thought this trip was going to be bust but I might’ve met my one. Can you believe it? After all these years, after your father ran out, all those stupid guys I chased around– means I can’t stay for dinner of course but I’m going to leave you some money to order in.”

“Okay, mom,” you say as you let your jacket fold over the back of your desk chair.

“I should go out and buy a new dress, shouldn’t I?”

“I guess,” you mumble. She doesn’t hear you, she’s on her stage, giving her monologue.

She falls onto your bed in a swoon, still gabbing about how she thinks red is her best colour. You go to the kitchen and put the kettle on. You wonder if it’s a compulsion. It definitely calms you just to hear the soft tremble of the water.

You turn and lean your crossed arms on the counter. You stare at the wall, humming to keep her talking, to keep her distracted. At least the skeez she met at the bar will give you a night to yourself.

💙

You stare at the phone. It’s your own mistake. You should have closed the app after you played scrabble. But no, you scrolled down socials and now you couldn’t breathe.

Your mother’s in red, her new dress, you see just the strap in the frame of the selfie. It’s not her that bothers you. It’s him. It can’t be but you know unequivocally that it is. The man she met last night, the one taking her to the oh so romantic dinner, is Professor Laufeyson.

You don’t understand it. You can’t. Does he know? How would he? Your mother certainly has no clue. She can’t see that far beyond herself.

You pace around, hitting the chair with your hip each time you pass, unable to stay still. When have your mother’s relationships ever lasted? This will just be another secret to keep. She’ll do the usual, ‘when will he call’ then shift to ‘maybe I’ll call him’ to ‘fuck him, there’s lots of fish in the sea’ as quick as usual.

Still, you’re worked up. That damn chair keeps getting in the way and you still smell her perfume lingering in the air. The over expensive shit that gives you a headache. She’d rather splurge on that then pay for the gas down to see you or upgrade your dorm. She couldn’t even pay for you to take the train!

Stop. Who are you mad at? Him or her? Both? Why can’t you just not care about either of them? Why can’t you be like them and just not care?

You steady your phone. It’s after nine. Later, you have another class tomorrow. Fuck it, you won’t sleep anyway. 

You tap the only other name in your contacts and the chat pops up. ‘Awake? Meet me by the river. Pls.’

The short message reflects the shambles of your racing mind. You grab your jacket and slip your phone in the pocket. You pull on your thick wooly hat but don’t bother with mitts. You step into your boots and out the door, keys loudly jangling as you turn the latch.

You tramp down the hall to the stairs, clumsily descending and stumbling out into the wintery night. January’s almost over but February doesn’t look to be any better. 

Around the back of the building and through the tunnel beneath the library, you come up on the busy street at the edge of campus. You cross at a slant with no regard for the traffic and pass between the barren hedges of the park. 

The fountain is frozen over completely as you walk along the curve of its basin and carry on to the thick rail of the bridge. You look across to the yellow lights of the city buildings between blackened windows. You inhale the cold air wafting off the river and look down.

You hear the water, violent and hungry, swirling and swishing, crashing against the pillars of the short bridge. Black and bulging, the cacophony gets louder and louder in your ears as you peer down, leaning on the rail as the wind curls around your legs.

“Hey, hey,” Professor’s Barnes’ voice is laced with concern as he breaks your trance. He’s out of breath as he nears, “you okay? What are you doing here?”

You keep your gaze on the water. What do you tell him? That you couldn’t resist the urge to come here, to think about that morning, because it was the one time you felt in control. That your mother is going to fuck the man who drove you to this place and there’s nothing you can do.

“Sunshine?” he says desperately, gripping the cement rail.

“There was someone I thought cared about me. I thought they liked me. And they didn’t,” you say quietly as he leans in to listen, “I didn’t think they would after I jumped. I just couldn’t handle it. I didn’t want to live with my own stupidity. I didn’t want to go on knowing that no one would ever like me. That I’d never be special to anyone. I jumped because I’m still as stupid as I was.”

He’s silent. A long exhale softly escapes his nose. He gets closer but doesn’t touch you. You stare at the waves. That’s what they would’ve saw. Nothing. You would be down there, invisible as you always are.

“Whoever it is, they didn’t deserve you. They don’t deserve your energy, not like this. They’re the stupid one. The one who can’t see… you.”

You laugh darkly, “you’re nice. And as good a liar as they are. I’m okay, you know? There comes a point of being helpless where you just accept it because fighting it won’t do anything. So you just let everything happen. You’ll survive, not because you want to, but because life will make you.”

He slips his hand off the railing and turns to lean his back against it. He squeezes your shoulder with his hand, “I know there’s nothing I can say to fix or change what you’re feeling, but I know you texted me for a reason. I came because I know you need someone. You don’t have to say it if you can’t. Just let me be here and we’ll both pretend you don’t want me to be.”

You take a deep breath and look at him. He has a beanie pulled crookedly over his dark hair, a shank jutting out to his brow, his jacket is open and his boots undone. He must’ve raced down here.

“You should do your coat up,” you say as you step back and hug yourself, “it’s cold.”

“It is,” he sighs and chuckles, reaching to zip up his coat with shivering hands, “you like hot chocolate?”

“I have class in the morning. And I already feel awful that you came all the way down here.”

“So make it worth it,” he says awkwardly, “there’s this place, so cool, board game cafe, it’s at the other end of campus,” he turns and points above the sprawl of academic building, “it’s open til midnight. And you can play any game you want. Or that they have, and they serve stuff better than any Starbucks.”

You huff, a fog of air between you. It’s the least you could do and you’re not quite sure you should be alone just yet. Your teeth chatter as you lower your chin. 

You don’t trust him, you can’t, but he’s not trying to lure you to his office or some hotel or a bathroom. He’s just being kind. Maybe it’s pity but you can live with it. He’s the one who made sure that you have to.

“Alright, one game,” you acquiesce.

“Yes,” he pumps his arm but quickly shakes away the show of excitement, “uh,” he offers his elbow, “let’s go. We might still get a good table.”

You shake your head with a tight-lipped smile, hidden in the shadows. You hook your arm around his and let him take you away from the river. You feel his warmth wrapping around you, radiating against the late chill.

“Just don’t make me play Jenga,” he says as you wait to cross the street, “it’ll be a short game.”

[pagannightwitch]

The Heart of a Mandalorian: The Next Morning

This is a follow up to The Heart of a Mandalorian.

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You shifted your hips, seeking friction, his very hard cock moving a bit inside you. “Din, please fuck me? Please?” The quiet plea, big puppy eyes, soft body splayed beneath him…he knew this was it. He was yours, and he would be for as long as you'd have him.

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ShyVirginDin! x plus size reader

So, had some MOAR big, sweet, inexperienced!Din thots that needed written down. Y'all, this has been written and re-written and I may have a new grey hair. But I think I'm happy with it now.

SHOUT OUT TO @lowlights FOR BEING A FUCKING SAINT AND READING THIS OVER FOR ME. BLESS YOU, CHILD. BLESS YOU.

Word count: 3,850

WARNINGS: THIS IS 18+ PEOPLE. NO MINORS. If you’re under 18, seriously, go away. This is for your protection and mine. I’ll be blocking anyone without an age in their bio. LOTS OF SMUT. I don’t wanna give anything away, so read at your own risk. It’s all sweet and fluffy smut, but know that I’m choosing not to put any more warning than that. Wrap it up hon, don’t be a fool wrap your tool and all that stuff. This is fiction, be safe out there.

Reader is plush, and around Din’s age. f!reader, piercing and tattoo mentions.

✨✨Reader in this fic can visibly blush, and I was informed that not everyone can do that. I want everyone to feel welcome here! I just wanted my readers to be aware, and I want y'all to know I will be more mindful of this in the future.✨✨

If there's anything else I can improve on to make everyone comfortable, please feel free to send me a dm! 💗

Part one of this story, if you missed it here! <Part 1

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You inhaled deeply through your nose, languidly stretching your stiff arms above your head and rolling your ankles around under the thin blanket. Your sore bones creaked and popped. Huffing out a little grunt, your gaze drifted down to your naked breasts, where a tangled mess of brown curls was nestled between them. A big, warm hand lay splayed and heavy on your hip. Smiling and tracing a ringlet with your finger, you allowed your other hand to ghost over the slow rising and falling of the strong, broad back facing you.

You’d never seen him asleep before, and had honestly wondered if the man ever actually slept at all. Always up before you, and still up when you went to bed. Seeing him resting so deeply, even when you’d stretched and wiggled around, he obviously never slept well. You’d either tuckered him out, or made him feel relaxed and safe enough to truly fall into a deeper slumber.

You sighed, and drifted in and out of a light sleep till Din’s breathing changed, and he began to stir. He gripped your dimply hip as he yawned, huffing a warm breath over your chest. Your face split into a smile at the feeling of his stubble against you, subtly shivering as goosebumps bloomed across your body.

Your eyes opened in enough time for him to look up at you with drowsy eyes and a lazy grin. He growled, and nuzzled into your warmth. Shifting a little to snuggle up as closely as possible to your body, he threw his big leg over yours, groggily bucking his hips against your upper thigh. You grinned, feeling his morning erection against you.

"Mmmmm…Ner kar'ta, you're so soft,” he rumbled against the breasts he’d buried himself between, the words muffled a bit.

You hummed back at him and chuckled sleepily, content just to hold him close to you as long as he'd let you.

His big paw drifted down the length of your leg and back up, brushing over your mound and petting the fuzzy hair there. You watched him as he carefully threaded his fingers through your wiry curls, making the hairs stand up taller before delicately petting them to lay flatter. He was entranced by the little bushy patch, fascinated by the way it felt to touch you there, your skin so smooth and delicate underneath the coarse hairs.

A gentle buzz of adoration warmed your chest, and you murmured a question.

"What are you thinking about, lovely man?"

He brushed his lips across your ribs in a light kiss, continuing to tenderly swirl your curly hair around one of his thick fingers for a few quiet moments before answering you.

"Soft," he murmured, “you’re just so beautiful and soft, my heart.”

He was still for another minute or so, then looked up at you, his eyes glassy.

“Stars…So are you, Din. So beautiful.”

There was a tremble in your voice, emotions welling up at the endearment he’d been using for months. His feelings for you were written all over his sweet face, unable to hide them any longer under the helmet. You pushed a curl away from his eyes, pressed a kiss to his forehead, and smiled through blurry eyes. Sniffling, you sent a short prayer of thanks to the Mother Goddess for throwing this man in your life’s path.

Slowly, you opened your legs enough to give Din some more room, gasping as he slid his middle finger through your slick. Gently, he cupped you with his broad hand. You tugged at the curls near the base of his skull, producing a grunt and a hard rut from him.

"So wet, mesh'la. How do you get so kriffing wet?" He was mumbling against your chest between little experimental flicks of his tongue.

He bounced you forward a little with the force of his next few thrusts, sliding his finger over your slit. Your hips lifted, and you cursed, chasing the teasing digits as he nipped gently at the tender flesh on the side of your breast.

You shivered as two thick fingers easily slipped in. You felt him shiver in response, tiny bumps erupting all over his heated skin. He groaned as you whimpered and writhed. You parted your legs as wide as they could go for him, an invitation to do whatever he wished.

You pulled his face up to yours for a kiss. It was frantic, messy, both of you still clumsy from sleep but so full of need. He pressed his palm into your throbbing clit unthinkingly, trying to shift himself to reach your lips easier. He growled and swallowed up the broken moan that escaped your throat, and it was at that moment he seemingly remembered he had two fingers knuckles-deep in your cunt.

He began thrusting slowly, wanting to feel every inch of you. You squirmed, breathlessly whining against his parted lips, before slotting your mouth to his, diving into a long string of inelegant but enthusiastic kisses. The wordless moans and contented sighs came together, creating a symphony that echoed through the ship.

You felt as though you were fully engulfed in the most beautiful bonfire, a raging inferno of Din inside and around you, draped over your entire being. You felt something in him shift slightly, becoming greedy in his kisses, a little harsher with his fingers. He set a fast pace, his palm slapping your clit at every pass, every sharp pat against your swollen nub sending electricity up your spine.

"You gonna give this to me? I want it, ner kar'ta. I want it-" he was growling in your ear, his husky tone sending shockwaves all the way to your core. In the space of five minutes, he had you crowing his name and soaking his hand and the bed beneath you.

He never stopped pumping his fingers, working you right through the aftershocks. You felt his heated length slip and slide gracelessly up your hip, all slick with pre-cum. His desperate sounds grew louder, and you began to tingle, knowing you're about to tip over into another, stronger orgasm, babbling to him as you pressed his head into you. He suckled on you harshly and groaned into your skin as he continued to clumsily rut.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Din, you know that? So sssweet, oh kriff-” You bucked beneath him, clutching at his shoulders, whining and muttering praises, “So fucking, s-soo, fuck fuck FUCK, kriffing, fuck yes-”

Din growled, rutting himself against you as you begged him again, not for anything in particular, though he knew what you needed.

“Please, please, Din, r-right there, oh-hohh gods, DON'T ST-”

You sucked in a long gasp, lifted your hips high, letting out all the air in your lungs through a long, low groan. Distantly, you thought you heard a loud wet sound, wondering in the back of your mind what it could’ve been. You felt yourself gushing, gushing, gushing, screaming Din’s name, clutching wildly at him. He pressed your hips down as you gasped for air. He’d stopped rubbing himself against your hip to gape at you open mouthed, awe written across his features. His own orgasm had been right on the brink, but was now completely forgotten.

You shivered and moaned as his hand left your soaked heat and rested atop the wet curls. He surveyed the bed, your legs, his arm, the wall…

“Kar’ta? Are you? Uhm. What was that?”

You giggled wildly, still high on endorphins.

“You, Din-” taking a deep breath, and sighing contentedly, you tried again.

“You did something no one else has been able to make me do. That was…that was amaaazing.”

His eyebrows shot up, nearly disappearing into his hairline.

“So, that reaction was good?” He narrowed his eyes and grinned playfully at you. He arched an eyebrow and motioned with his head to the mess you'd made together.

You made a tiny shrug of your shoulders, and felt your face flush even warmer, realizing the wet sound had been you.

You smirked, hooked your leg over his middle, slowly rolled over onto him, and laid him flat on his back. Your soaking wet cunt pooled heat down his soft belly, his grin faltered and he moaned, his still rock-hard cock brushing against your slick bottom. Sliding down his body, you straddled his narrow hips. He shuddered and clung hard to your thighs, fingers flexing against the supple muscles over and over as you began to rock, slipping him through your slick sex with a lewd squelch.

He looked wild, manic, eyes wide, mouth open as he panted your name over and over. He looked down at where you were pressed against him, a broken groan ripping from his throat when his leaking, dark purple head peeked through your lips every time you rocked backward. He reached up to palm one of your breasts, mumbling gruffly in broken Mando’a.

He squeezed his eyes shut, then cursed harshly in huttese when you stopped rocking just as his panting had become ragged.

“Look at me, Mandalorian.”

His eyes flew open at the quiet demand, a ragged whine escaping from the back of his throat. You began rubbing your thumb over the sensitive skin of his frenulum, gathering your slick and his pre-cum to use as lube to skate over the tender spot. He watched you, completely enthralled as you teased the head of his dick. It twitched at your touch, poking out from the silken warmth of your body.

You eventually moved both of your hands to his broad chest, bent down, and planted a searing kiss on his lips. You licked into his mouth, moaning when he rolled your nipple between his thick, calloused fingers. He flicked your tongue with his, growling your name from deep within his chest, not noticing the small movement of your hands near his pelvis. When you lifted your hips and slipped him inside your slick depths, he gasped, choking out the endearment he'd given you.

"Fuck, ner kar'ta. Fuck."

He squeezed your thigh and breast so hard at the new sensation of filling you up, that you knew you’d bear bruises for weeks. He wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you still as he gasped for air.

He sobbed into your neck at the feel of you, how hypersensitive he was, how everything felt like electric jolts of raw pleasure surging through his body. You were a living storm cloud, engulfing him, electrifying him, smothering him in a thick mist of ecstasy. He knew now what he'd only dreamt about for months, how fucking incredible you felt. He didn't want any of it to end, writhing and clinging to you, muttering a mix of nonsense and what sounded a little like snippets of prayers against your skin.

You whispered into his hair and kissed his neck between breathy moans of praise. You told him how beautiful he was, how strong, how sweet, how much you loved the feeling of him surrounding you, of how incredible he felt deep inside you.

"Gorgeous man, so thick aren't you? Gods, you fill me up so well, Din…"

Once he'd calmed somewhat, you rose up and placed both of his hands back on your hips. Bracing yourself on his shoulders, you began rocking again, very slowly at first. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he shivered. He mumbled something about not lasting long. You chuckled at him.

"Beautiful boy, you've already given me the best orgasm I've ever had. I'm ready to make you fucking-” thrust, “lose-” thrust, “it-” thrust.

His eyebrows knit together as his head rolled back and hit the pillow. Raggedly breathing, he puffed short breaths through his parted lips. He tried desperately to keep his orgasm at bay, needing to last as long as possible.

"I don't want you to hold back, handsome."

Leaning down again to nip and kiss at his neck and chin, you paid special attention to the exposed skin in the bare parts of his short beard. You kissed every little patch where whiskers refused to grow, and Din blushed. As a teen, he'd hated how thin and sad it had come in, losing hope as the years went by that it would grow fully. It's not like anyone else but him could see it, but it still felt…less than manly. You lit him aflame as you nibbled those little shameful spots, rumbling your pleasure as you did so.

Hmm, maybe patchy’s not so bad.

He smiled and basked in the warmth of your adoration.

You had not paused in the lazy roll of your hips, still reveling in the beautiful sensation of being so incredibly full of your Mandalorian. You whispered something against his neck that made him freeze in place.

"I've got an implant, so fill me up, shiny. I wanna drip with you for days."

Din made a strangled sound in his throat, wrapped his arms around you again, and easily flipped you on your back. He did it so quickly, your breath hitched in your throat, and you squeaked in disbelief as you landed. He then grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one of his huge hands. His eyes were pressed closed, his hips flush against your ass as he calmed his breathing. Taking huge lungfuls of air as he kept you caged to the bed with his heavy frame.

After a few minutes his eyes opened, staring at something beyond your head.

"Din?" You whispered tentatively.

You shifted slightly under him, which finally caught his attention, his gaze snapping to your face. His brows un-furrowed, his lips curling into a cheeky grin. The apples of his cheeks bloomed a rosy pink before he leaned down, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. He whispered in a low tone against your lips,

"I think it's my turn now, ner kar'ta."

You nodded silently, letting him kiss every inch of your face, he made sure not to miss a single freckle or smile line.

Time seemed to slow down, every tiny detail coming into laser focus. A single droplet of sweat glistened in the low light as it dripped lazily down Din's temple. The muscles in his neck drawing taut, his unfairly long eyelashes brushing his rosey cheeks, the bud of his tongue wetting his lower lip and making it shine.

You felt him pulse deep inside and you whimpered in pleasure. Din's eyes fluttered open, his gaze wandering over you. He released your outstretched arms, his hands gently skating down, down, touching scars, caressing stretch marks. He loved the silvery sheen of them against the light, reminding him again of a heavenly body, of stars streaking across the night sky, an aurora borealis dancing across your skin. He ran his fingers across them, his light touch skimming your plush tummy. He smiled when you gasped and wriggled beneath him.

“Tickly,” you whispered, as he brushed his fingertips over your little navel bar. He liked how it twinkled in the light.

You loved that he seemed to enjoy what you called imperfections. He didn’t turn a blind eye and pretend not to see them. He genuinely liked them, he called attention to them, touching them with reverence.

“Bid mesh'la, cyar'ika…”

He’d propped himself up on his knees, looking down at you. His hands were finally still, sitting atop your bent knees after tracing every single silver mark, scar, and freckle he could see. He’d followed the lines of the tattoo between your breasts with his fingers, kissing the cluster of stars in the center when he was finished. He’d seemingly paused in his exploration of you, so you reached down, scritching at the wiry hair beneath Din’s bellybutton. He jerked slightly at the sensation with a muffled grunt.

"Tickly," he whispered back to you with mischief in his eyes.

Logging that information away for later…

You shifted your hips, seeking friction, his very hard cock moving a bit inside you.

“Din, please fuck me? Please?” The quiet plea, big puppy eyes, soft body splayed beneath him…he knew this was it. He was yours, and he would be for as long as you'd have him.

Steeling himself, his heart thumping hard in his ears, he gingerly hooked his hands under your knees, lifting them up and pressing them close to your body. It seemed to work in erotic holos, so he figured, why not? You watched, entranced by how tenderly he was handling you. He had suddenly become shy again, avoiding your eyes, fidgeting.

He was hesitating.

You caressed his knuckles, trying to bring him back, drawing him out from the depths he'd crawled down into. His head cast down, he glanced down at you through his lashes. Your heart skipped a beat, a breath hitched in your throat.

"What if I’m no good at this part?"

You let out the breath you were holding and chuckled.

"You'll never know till you try."

You winked at him, and the stress he was holding in seemed to dissipate, melting into a dimpled smile. You lifted your arms, reaching for him, bringing him down to snuggle into your embrace. You swiped that same curl away from his eyes again to plant a tender kiss on his forehead. He sat up after a moment, braced himself on his forearms, and looked down at you with a watery smile. He kissed the tip of your nose, closed his eyes, and began to move.

Your eyebrows knit together as he began slowly rolling his hips, pulling and pushing into you. You took in the breathtaking sight of him, strong and vulnerable all at once. He whimpered and bit his lip, his broad shoulders rippling as he slowly rolled his hips forward, stuffing you full.

You moaned in unison, which encouraged him to pick up the pace. Before long he was rutting into you, leaving all thoughts of being slow behind. Or even gentle, for that matter. He was growling, baring his teeth, wrenching the mattress with his fists and fucking you.

The loud slapping of skin on skin making his blood boil, his voice rasping as he strung together every curse word in every language he knew as he roughly pumped into you.

Suddenly, one of you shifted very slightly. His hips stuttered as he slipped out and banged himself against your pelvis. You both grunted in pain, his heavy head thumping against your chest as he groaned and fisted the sheets beneath you. You panted for a couple of heartbeats, and then patted his head.

“Hey, are you ok Din?”

He groaned, long and low.

“Hey, I’m ok, I promise.”

He pushed himself back onto his forearms, face to face with you again. His face was extremely red, from his scalp down to his neck.

“Did I mess it all up?”

His voice was so small. You leaned up to peck him on the lips, and rub your nose against his.

“No, sweet boy. You didn’t mess it up. This kind of thing happens even with more experienced people. If you’re okay, we can keep going. I swear, I’m fine.”

He took a deep breath, fumbled a little bit getting himself back in, and started thrusting into you again. He started out slow, getting himself good and slick, then picked up the pace to where he was before. Rutting into you hard, he’d found a good rhythm, and angled his hips just right. He was catching your spot, pressing that little button over and over again. Your orgasm immediately began to build back up to a devastating degree.

Your nails scratched down his back as you moaned, he hissed and snarled as you cried out, shaking violently and gushing around him. You soaked his cock, screamed his name, squeezed him so incredibly hard and locked him in place. He made a strangled noise and went entirely stiff, spurting over and over into you. Filling you up till it spilled out from around his still-pulsing length.

Din’s whole body was practically vibrating above you as he moved through his aftershocks, sweat was pouring from him, and he was filling his lungs with every breath. You began to relax, enjoying the feeling of his broad chest expanding and retracting against your breasts. You felt like you were melting into the bed, your limbs relaxing, your body so tired again. He softened, eventually slipping himself out of you with a quiet grunt. You tucked his face under your chin and against your neck, petting his hair and humming a nameless tune. Distantly, you heard him say something, and you jolted. You must have dozed off for a second.

“Hmm?” Your eyes were closed and your voice was raspy.

“My heart…can we do it again?”

You chuckled and opened one eye to peer down at his earnest, eager face.

“I need a snack first. Hell, maybe another nap too, and I dunno about you, but I’m covered in bodily fluids.” His eyebrows scrunched together, the gears in his brain almost audible. He hoisted himself up and crawled out of the bunk. You heard him pad through the ship, fumble around in the bathroom for something, then the tinkling sound of water running.

He reappeared with a steaming hot washcloth. He arched his eyebrows and gestured, silently asking permission. You nodded and smiled tiredly. He gently wiped you up, making sure not to miss a single spot. Once he was sure you were all clean, he wiped himself down and tossed the washcloth into the laundry bin. He disappeared again, and you must have dozed off because the next thing you knew, Din was gently shaking you awake.

“Here you go, mesh’la. Eat and drink before you fall asleep again.”

He helped you sit up and handed you a rations bar in your favorite flavor. You smiled at him, remembering the fact that he’d always stop at one particular vendor on one specific planet just to stock up on these for you. You happily munched together, leaning close and kissing tenderly every few bites. You passed the water vessel back and forth once you were finished eating, the both of you guzzling it down like you’d crawled across a heated desert floor for a week.

Once your bellies were full, thirsts were quenched, and bladders attended to, you hunkered back down together to nap. He lay you down on his chest this time, threading his fingers through your hair, languidly caressing your smaller hand splayed out on his chest. He smiled and sighed deep. He didn’t know it was possible to be so incredibly happy.

“Once I wake up from this power nap, you’re so gonna get it, Din.” He chuckled, your drowsily slurred attempt at a sexy threat falling way short of its mark.

“Looking forward to it, ner kar’ta.” He kissed your forehead, wrapped the blanket around the two of you, and closed his eyes. Tiny, breathy snores lulled him to sleep in no time, and he fell into a deep, restful slumber, dreaming of your sweet smile and kind eyes.

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Mando'a translations

Kar'ta - Heart

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Ner Kar'ta - My Heart

"Bid mesh'la, cyar'ika." - So beautiful, sweetheart.

[bokuroskitten]

𝔘𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔗𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶

𖤐 genre: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI

𖤐 pairing: Dom!Draken x Fem!Reader x Switch!Hanma

𖤐 word count: 4.8k

𖤐 warnings: Hanma is slimy at the beginning, drinking, reader is intoxicated but has wanted this for a hot minute, da/ddy dom Draken, nipple play, pantie sniffing, oral (f! and m! receiving), face fucking, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, finger sucking, one clit smack, implied squirting, Draken calls hanma a slut once, pet names like princess, little love, baby, etc., hanma is very much a switch

𖤐 authors notes: Listen we’re expanding on that little drabble because it’s left too many thots stacking up in my brain. The ending feels a little rushed if I'm being honest but that's okay, I plan on expanding this even further, making it into a series even cause well, I've become obsessed with the dynamic. This is the first night y'all hook up. Also, this is for @sinnerofthewalls the more the merrier collab! Thanks for letting me join! This was quickly edited just by me, apologies for any errors. Reblogs, comments, and feedback are greatly appreciated

Truly believe that you were dating Draken first, but the more Hanma continued these antics, the more he teased and poked and prodded you couldn’t even help but develop some sort of crush, that’s what you’d call it for now, on the male. He was truly relentless, never gave up on his attempts to fluster you even when Draken would beat the ever-living shit out of him. If anything it only made him want you more, but not just you.

Because Draken’s attention made his dick just as hard.

Things started to solidify one night at a club….

You were on the dance floor, Hina’s hand held in one while your sex on the beach was held in the other. The two of you had been dancing for what seemed like hours but you had no intention of stopping, not until the club lights turned on. Draken was seated at a table close to the dance floor, him and his boys laughing about who handled their alcohol the worst (it was currently between Takemichi and Mikey). Every so often his eyes would travel over to you, keeping an eye on his pretty girl, of course.

But the conversation at the table got heated, the boys taking up his attention just as you did a twirl on the dance floor. Had you been sober enough you would have found your way back to Hina but instead you stumbled right into a male chest, the impact making you giggle.

“Sorry, sorry–”

“Sweetheart, been looking for ya all evening~ ♡"

You didn’t even need to look up to know it was him, amber eyes piercing into you as you felt your face heat up. The blaring of the bass drowned out your little yelp as Hanma pulled you in closer, his hands resting dangerously low on the small of your back. Your palms were flat on his chest, and in your right mind, you would have pushed him away as you normally did.

But instead, you let him sway you to the beat of the song, eyes downcast to the floor as he brought his lips dangerously close to your ear. Goosebumps formed along the back of your neck as he whispered, his teeth grazing your earlobe.

“Let’s go fuck in the bathroom, hm~? Think Draken will wanna watch?”

Before you could even think of how to respond to such a bold sentence Hanma was ripped away from you, being replaced with your fuming boyfriend. Hanma’s laugh echoed in your head as Draken shoved him, fist ready to land against his cheek had the bouncer not stepped in.

“I look away for one god damn minute.” The growl in Draken’s voice has your thighs clenching under the tight dress you wear, and it seems to have an effect on Hanma too as he bites his lip, giving the bouncer a punch that sends the poor man flying. “Draken! C’mon, when are ya gunna cave and let me fuck your girl!”

“I’m gunna fuck you up, psycho–”

“Oh please, be my guest~”

More security was on them before any fists could really be thrown, and although both males could have taken them on, Draken didn’t want to give Hanma the satisfaction. So with a roll of his eyes, he snatched up your hand, dragging you outside of the club and out into the brisk evening.

“You alright princess?” Draken muttered, quickly draping his sweater over your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You were still beyond flustered, Hanma’s sly remarks playing in your head on repeat as you looked up at your boyfriend with doe eyes, which he assumed was just the alcohol in your system.

“Mhm… m’fine Ken.”

Moments later both of your eyes were brought back to the exit of the club, where Hanma was forcefully being pushed out. His knuckles were swollen, eyes lit up in the way they usually were when he was in the middle of a fight. “Bunch of princesses~” He spat back to the security guard that actually wrestled him out the door, laughing even harder when they shut the door in his face. He didn’t waste a moment before he was lighting a cigarette, the stick dangling from his lips when he caught your gaze.

“Baby~”

“Absolutely not.” Draken cut him off, brows furrowed to the point of wrinkles showing up on his forehead. “Fuck off, psycho”

“Cmon Kenny! Throw that punch you were gunna throw in the club, It gets your pretty little thing all excited watching us fight.”

How did he know that?

“Keep my girl’s name outta your mouth.” There was that snarl again, and you could have sworn steam was pooling from his ears as he wedged you behind him. The reaction had Hanma cooing, shamelessly blowing his smoke right into Draken’s face.

“Fine, fine~! Then she can just keep my cock in hers ♡" Had you not stepped between them, you knew Hanma’s ass would have been on the floor. But instead, Draken kept his eyes narrowed, fists clenched tightly at his sides when he saw you standing between them like a dear in headlights.

“Move baby, I’ve had enough of this sick fuck.”

“N-No.” That was the first time you had actually spoken up about all this, the first time you hadn’t let Draken do all the talking for you. Both males had their brows raised, Draken’s in shock, Hanma’s in amusement.

“No?” They both spoke it at the same time, making your heartbeat even faster up against your ribcage. Never once did you think you’d be here, stuck between your boyfriend and this menace of a man that made your knees weak.

And yet, here you were.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, ready to speak before Hanma was resting his chin on your shoulder. Smoke still puffed from his lips as he hummed, keeping his eyes locked on Draken and the way his jaw clenched up tightly. “What is it, pretty girl~? Finally gunna give me a chance huh? Sick of this big doofus–”

“Fucking watch it.”

“No!” You spoke again, voice a little more confident this time as you took a step away, the smell of Hanma’s earthy cologne and cigarette smoke making you dizzier than you already felt. You weren’t sure how to voice your thoughts, not with their eyes boring into you like this or with the alcohol flooding through your system. So, when it finally bubbled out of you, you were whining, lips pressed out in a pout.

“I just wanna fuck you both! Clearly, we’re all attracted to each other, lets just–”

“What the fuck”

“I’m down.”

Again the boys spoke at the same time but with completely different answers. The conflicting views made you pout more, arms crossing over your chest as Hanma burst out into a fit of giggles that made Draken’s eye twitch.

“As if I’d ever let this psycho in our bed, princess. He fucks with you to get under my skin.”

“Is it working? Cause I really wouldn’t mind being under you, Kenny~♡” Hanma was all but purring. And although Draken barked out line after line of crude comments back, you could see the subtle blush that started to rise on his pale skin.

You took matters back into your own hands, pressing up against Draken’s side. “Daddy…” You murmured up at him, giving him a look you knew he’d never say no to. He even slid his hand to rest on the swell of your ass, despite the way Hanma was babbling about “Shoulda known she’d call you daddy! With a cute little face like that!”

“Don’t gimme that face.” Draken was trying to be stern, trying to ignore how you pressed up against him a little closer, whined so pretty up at him through pouting lips. “We are not doing this, he literally harasses you.”

“What are you scared of, Kenny? Scared your pretty princess is gunna leave ya once she has a taste of my cock.”

“I’m gunna knock the daylights outta you, freak.” But another whine from you had Draken stilling, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Please Daddy… I think it’ll be fun…” Your gaze slowly drifted from Draken’s to Hanma’s and when he sent a wink your way it made that familiar heat rush through, biting down on your lip as you looked up to your boyfriend again. “Besides… don’t you wanna teach him a lesson?”

That made Draken cock a brow, eyes drifting to Hanma who was already lighting a second cigarette. “Yea, C’mon Kenny, you’re the real stern type, teach me a lesson or two.” Hanma licked at his lips when Draken’s eyes narrowed, an unamused sigh leaving his lips.

“Alright, fine. The moment I don’t like what I see, I’m shutting it down.”

“Yay~” You simply responded, pressing a kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek by getting on your tiptoes. Hanma copied the action, even emphasizing it with a little ‘yay’ of his own that got him a shove from Draken in return.

—---

As soon as the door to your and Draken’s apartment opened up things got eerily quiet, which was odd, especially for Hanma who never seemed to shut up. You made yourself comfortable on the couch, kicking off your heels and letting them settle somewhere on the floor as you watched Draken eye Hanma up, who was currently eyeing up the apartment.

The silence only made Draken all the more frustrated, questioning himself as to why he ever agreed to something like this. Hanma’s little hums only made things worse, making Draken smooth a palm over his brow.

“Nice place ya got…”

“Enough with the pleasantries. You wanna have my girl? She’s right there, go on.” Hanma was a little taken back by Draken’s barked demand but composed himself quickly with a little smirk. It was the look that you were giving him over the couch that finally made him move.

Wide-eyed, curious, excited even as your legs kicked back and forth the closer Hanma got to you. When he got close enough he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, pleased with how you leaned into his palm.

“No rules?” Hanma’s question was directed at Draken, but he kept his eyes on you, letting his thumb trail over your cheekbone towards your bottom lip.

“I already said, as soon as I see something I don’t like, I’m shutting it down.” Draken’s words were calm despite the implications they had, making himself comfortable on the coffee table right in front of the couch just so he had a good view of everything going on. He could already feel himself tensing when you took Hanma’s thumb between your lips, gave it a few sucks just as you were taught to do.

Both males could feel their cocks twitch from it.

Hanma didn’t wanna waste another minute of precious time, so he reluctantly pulled his thumb free from your lips, gripping your jaw instead to pull you into a kiss. You whined into it softly, sitting up on your knees as you gripped the back of the couch, opened up your mouth to let Hanma’s tongue explore every inch of you. Draken rolled his eyes at just how sloppy the embrace was…

But he couldn’t help but stare at the way you subtly swayed your hips into the couch cushions, how with each mewl you made his cock get harder, how when Hanma’s hand slithered to the back of your neck to grip tightly at your skin, the sight of his punishment tattoo made Draken bite his lip.

“If you’re just gunna kiss her you’re wasting your time,” Draken said nonchalantly, smirking when Hanma pulled away quickly with drool snapping back against his lower lip. His pupils were already a bit blown out, easing himself over the back of the couch and plopping himself down beside you. Your whining was silenced when he used his punishment hand to grip your throat again, pressing your back into the armrest as he licked your leftover drool from his lip.

“No wonder Draken keeps you all to himself, you’re fucking addictive…” Hanma murmurs, leaning down to ghost his lips over yours just to hear your breathy little whines. Draken continues to watch with a clenched jaw, eyes narrowed when your legs lull open further to make space for Hanma, revealing the wet spot on your panties.

“Getting off from another man arent ya little love?” Draken’s voice has a bit of a bite, and the way you whine and gasp as Hanma leaves kisses down your throat is enough of an answer for him. He crosses his arms over his chest. “Hanma, her nipples are sensitive, suck on them.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice~♡” Hanma pulls down the top of your dress with ease, letting him admire your chest only a second before Draken is clearing his throat, a silent command to ‘quit staring and hurry the hell up’ Hanma is greedy when he latches onto one of your nipples, moaning against your soft flesh when you arch your back for him, dig your fingers into his scalp and pull him in closer with little pleas. “A-Ah~! Not so rough H-Hanma~!”

You’re squeaking again when his free hand lands a swat to your other tit before grabbing a hand full of it. And although Draken should have hauled Hanma’s ass away from you as soon as he heard the skin-on-skin contact it only made him sit up a little more, watch a little closer as pretty tears started to swell up on your lash line.

“Are you wet princess? Daddy wants to hear an answer this time.” You almost cry when Hanma releases your nipple with an obscene pop, licking around the swollen bud and teeth marks he left behind on your skin. “Y-Yes daddy, m’wet…” Your answer is shaky, skin burning up as embarrassment suddenly washes over you.

What was making you hotter, the fact that Hanma was finally having his way with you? Or that fact that Draken watched, commanding his every move?

“Lemme see.” Hanma cooed, palms travelling to your thighs to pull them further apart, the moment you started to thrash Draken made a displeased noise, one that had you still despite the way you whimpered. Hanma greedily took in the sight of your soak panties, how your arousal darkened the pretty cherry red into a crimson. He eyed Draken, seeking approval to keep going. It made Draken grin, something like pride swelling within for having all the control here.

Hanma hooked two fingers into the crotch of your panties, tugging the material over your legs despite how they were squirming and kicking. He couldn't help himself when he brought the dampened material to his face, sucking in a greedy whiff of your arousal. He groaned, dramatically of course, which only made you whine even louder.

“Fucking pervert,” Draken spoke, the grin faltering on his face. Hanma thought it was because he had crossed some sort of line, ready to quickly hop away from your pretty body as soon as Draken stood from his spot. What he wasn’t expecting was Draken to grab a handful of his hair, shoving his nose into your cunt instead.

“Imagine sniffing her panties when her pussy is right here, fucking idiot. It’s like your not even grateful for the time I’m giving you.” He sneered, the amusement in his tone very much evident as Hanma moaned into your damp folds, the intoxicating smell of your pussy making his lashes flutter.

Your whole body was on fire as you watched Draken manhandle another man into your cunt, moaning when Hanma nuzzled in further, locked his mouth around your puffy lips just to suckle at them. You squeaked, back arching as your nails dug into the couch cushions.

“Sweet isn't she…” Draken mused, his grip on Hanma’s hair getting tighter as he moaned against your folds, the obscene slurping making his dick strain against his jeans. Your cute little sounds only added to this unknown pleasure he didn’t know he could feel, looking up to watch the way your chest was currently heaving, a light layer of sweat starting to form on your skin.

“Baby girl, how’s it feel?”

“G-Good!”

“As good as Daddy?”

“N-No!” You cried that part out, legs about to snap shut around Hanma’s head, He didn’t allow for that of course, tattooed hands gripping your plush thighs as he poked his tongue into your fluttering hole. That response seemed to light a fire under his ass, making him all the more determined to have you seeing stars as he tongue fucked you.

“Of course not…” Draken could see though, just how fast you were reaching your high. He knew your signs well, could see the way tears were starting to swell in your lash line. Just as your tummy started to flex, he roughly pulled Hanm’s head back, uncaring of the little hiss he made from the stinging in his scalp.

“D-Daddy!” You cried through pouting lips, the sudden cold air on your drenched cunt making goosebumps rise on your skin. That, and your lost orgasm made you all the whinier, hips bucking for more attention as Draken inspected Hanma’s face.

He looked almost fucked out himself, amber eyes dilated, chin soaked in your arousal, lips puffing with deep breaths. Draken couldn’t help but let out a breathy sigh, shamelessly licking at Hanma’s lower lip to taste your familiar essence there.

“Oh yea, sweet as ever~” Draken murmured, grin getting wider when Hanma’s breath stuttered, faltering a bit as blush seemed to fan out over his cheeks.

He released Hanma’s hair finally, tending to you instead with a thumb pressed up against your lower lip. You sucked on it, of course, but still looked to him all teary-eyed, pouty from the lost orgasm and the tingling sensation it left all over your body. “Don’t pout at me little love, wanna come?”

You nodded, giving him your best doe eyes as you suckled his thumb tenderly, held onto his wrist as your hips continued to buck in search of any friction. That look always melted Draken’s heart, made him want to spoil you rotten.

But now there was an extra body involved, making the process of spoiling you all the more interesting as he looked back at Hanma, who was hungrily licking at his own lips, trying to saviour your taste and now, Draken’s.

“Oi, Hanma.” Draken snapped his attention back to him, his smirk a bit smug as he saw the way you obediently sucked Draken’s thumb, how you looked at him like he was the only man in the room.

It made his blood pump faster, desperation rising within him. He wanted you to look at him that way too–

“You wanna fuck her?”

“Yes, Fuck yes, obviously yes–”

“Alright, then I get to fuck your mouth.”

That made Hanma freeze up suddenly, thoughts spiralling wildly in his head as he swallowed a lump in his throat. His cock was aching at the mere suggestion, making his teeth grit.

“Hm, fine, I’ll fuck her then. Get to feel my pretty pussy clenching around me, isn't that right sweetheart?” His free fingers travelled to your heat, circling your fluttering hole and dipping in only for a few seconds as you whined into his digits, nodding desperately for more, anything.

“Wait–” Hanma hissed, running a hand through his already tousled hair. His cheeks were hot as he met Draken’s smug face. And as much as he wanted to punch him, he also wanted to kiss him more.

It was weird, it was hot as fuck.

“Fine.” Hanma succumbed to the throbbing of his cock, letting it do the thinking for him as he finally looked back down to you, focused on your pretty cunt and just how wet it already was. He couldn't help himself when he spat a wad of saliva onto it, finally catching your attention again as your pretty eyes looked at him. You whined when he smeared his spit onto your clit, legs wrapping around his waist as a way to pull him in closer.

“Want me to fuck you, pretty girl?” It was Hanma’s turn to hear you, a bit of his confidence coming back when you released Draken’s thumb just to respond to him. “Yes please, Hanma…”

“Maybe you should call me Shuji, princess.” His words are a bit softer now despite the grin on his face, his fingers focusing on your throbbing clit while his other hand worked his cock free. It slapped down against your weeping cunt, making your hips jolt a bit with the promise of being filled. Keeping a sturdy grip on your thigh Hanma pressed the leaking tip of his cock into your hole, groaning at how it already started to clench, suck him in inch by inch. He waited until he bullied himself all the way in, his balls laying flush against your ass before he grinned.

“Or call me daddy instead, whattya th–”

His voice was cut out by yet another hiss, face being wrenched up back the grip Draken had on his hair again. Although the amusement was still there behind Draken’s eyes, that comment seemed to irk him, lips being pulled into a scowl.

But that’s not what Hanma was focused on. He was focused on Draken’s cock, the way it stood tall and slightly curved towards his abdomen. How the mushroom head was red swollen and leaking pre, how the veins along the underside seemed to twitch.

How it looked much bigger than his own cock.

“Put that mouth to good use and shut the hell up,” Draken mutters, the annoyance in his tone evident as he yanks Hanma closer to his dick, the weight of it smacking up against his cheek. “And don’t forget to make my baby feel good, understand?”

Hanma responded by opening his mouth, an invitation Draken happily took as he pushed his cock in deep enough to have Hanma gagging. Draken couldn't help but chuckle a little at the narrowed eyes Hanma was sending up at him, the way drool already dribbled from his stretched mouth and down his chin.

Your whining brought Draken back to focus, his free hand giving your breast a tender squeeze. “My girls needy Hanma, better make her cum.”

Hanma already knew that just from the way your pussy was hugging him so tightly. Breathing in deeply through his nose his eyes were back on you, the way you watched them with trembling lips, the way your hips rutted into him, the way your fingers held so tightly to the fabric above your head.

He’d make you fall apart, better than Draken could.

His pace was steady, following the rhythmic clap of his balls against your supple skin. Each push of his cock was followed by a moan from you, back arching as Hanma’s fingers also kept steady pressure on your clit. Draken seemed to follow the same beat, his hips shallowly thrusting in and out of Hanma’s mouth.

“S-Shu~ Shuji!” You whimpered, a hand reaching down towards your clit only for Draken to snatch it up, place it back above your head with a stern grunt. “N-Need more~” You whine up at your boyfriend, your need getting the better of you as you pout at him.

Draken clicks his tongue. “Dicks so bad it's making my sweet girl act up, she never does that when I’m fucking her dumb.” His taunt is meant for Hanma, who gags once again as Draken thrusts roughly into the side of his cheek. “She’s gunna turn into a brat if you don’t get you’re shit together.” Draken muses, his grip moving from your wrist to your throat to keep you pinned. “I suggest you hurry the hell up.”

Hanma moans against Draken’s cock at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. He didn’t question whether it was because of Draken’s domineering nature, or the fact that his own fingers sped up against your clit, either way, he wanted, needed to feel more.

He rutted his hips into you mercilessly, the steady clap becoming a sloppy smack of skin on skin as his tip searched for your sweet spot. Despite his own mouth being used for Draken’s pleasure, he kept his tear-filled eyes on you, needing to see just how pretty you looked when you fell apart because of him.

Or so he needed to believe.

Your moans were cut short by Draken’s hand, which still held tight to your throat. Your lips hung open in silent screams, body trembling as Hanma’s cock stretched your walls, hooked up into your sweet spot to finally make the tears spill from your eyes.

“R-Right there Shuji~! Please!” Your pleas were airy, lashes fluttering heavily as your vision became spotty. That orgasm you lost was building itself back up, making another layer of light sweat form on your skin. You were egging Hanma on, only making him groan louder around Draken as his sin hand left bruises along your thigh, eyes glued to the way your pussy swallowed up his cock and left a ring of arousal in its wake.

That's what was keeping Draken’s attention too, despite the way he let out his own low moan at the vibrations Hanma sent up his cock. He freed your neck finally, only so he could grab Hanma’s jaw with his free hand, his grip tightening in his locks as he smirked.

“She’s coming first, got that psycho?” He was still thrusting into Hanma’s mouth as he spoke, knowing that Hanma couldn't respond. Instead, he took the muffled grunt and the spit bubble forming around his lips as an answer. “Ya know, I like you better like this, just like my girl, your mouth looks better stuffed.”

That made Hanma’s cock twitch with absolute delight, his fingers pinching at your clit now to urge your orgasm further. His hips on the other hand were stuttering, cock head aimed into your sweet spot so you’d cry out again and again.

Just for him.

“M’coming!! Gunna cum Shuji, gunna cum daddy!” You sobbed out, hips being pressed into the couch to keep you from squirming by Draken’s free hand as Hanma brought you over the edge with a slap to your sopping clit. You gasped, eyes crossing before rolling into the back of your skull as your cunt clenched onto Hanma for dear life. “My pretty baby, gunna make a mess on another man’s cock? Go on, be good for daddy.” Draken encourages, knowing his praise is enough to get you fully off the edge, sobs of his name and Hanma’s flying freely off your lips as you gush your arousal.

It makes a mess of Hanma’a abdomen. One that he feels and one that makes his head absolutely reel. He goes to look down, to see your pussy spasming and swollen and leaking around his cock, but he doesn't get the chance. Instead, he’s roughly shoved backwards, his cock leaving your cunt with a squelch before Draken his rutting ruthlessly into his mouth.

“Not bad.” Draken grunts, eyes lit up as Hanma’s nails dig harshly into his thighs. Despite the blood that rises to his skin he doesn't stop, fucking down into Hanms’s throat until he's squirming, choking, the wet slap of Draken’s balls against his chin making him mewl. “Gunna make me cum now, slut.”

Hanma’s cock ached, covered in your arousal and bobbing with the impacts of Draken’s thrusts. Using his grip on Hanma’s hair Draken held his cock deep within the males’ throat before releasing his load, his smirk never faltering as he watched Hanma’s adam apple bob desperately to swallow the thick liquid down.

Hanma’s sight had started going black on the sides when Draken finally pulled out, the inhale he took large enough to make him sputter, drool dribbling past his lips. Blinking the remaining tears from his eyes he finally caught a glimpse of Draken gently petting your spent pussy, whispering what he could only assume was praise into your ear.

You were still twitching, velvety walls hugging Draken’s fingers when they pushed into your briefly, only to pull out and continue to pet your puffy lips. You whimpered at him, weakly, body craving his warmth just like it always did after you came down from a high.

“Did so good f’me, little love, that’s a good girl…” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your pouty lips before finally looking back to Hanma. He still looked a bit crazed, eyes wide and cock painfully hard. Despite the way his punishment hand squeezed at his base, he longed for the sweet squeeze of your pussy again to tip him over.

“D-Didn’t get to finish.” He rasped out, eyes narrowing a bit when Draken simply laughed.

“I know. Had to make sure you were even worth our time, psycho. You’ll get to finish next time♡.”

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Welcome to hell! We've got brainrot aplenty (Requests: Closed!

Current number of requests: 1

You can read the username, but I also go by Jay, just another gal running a JoJo account. Mostly sfw, but there is 18+ content on here (tagged "steamy" with warnings and cut offs)

Here's da master list of fics

Yandere "matchups": Phantom Blood, Battle Tendency, Stardust Crusaders, Diamond is Unbreakable, Golden Wind, Stone Ocean, Steel Ball Run, JoJolion, Main JoJos, Main Antagonists

Here's some tags you'll see me use in most posts:

Jay's bullshit - my ranting on life and things

Simping time - unfiltered simping

Horny thots - anons send me their deep dark secrets and I give them mini fics to fuel the fire 😏

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And below are some rules for requesting!

This is a JJBA blog. While I will reblog or talk about other fandoms, I'll only take requests for JoJo characters

No oc/character or character/character, this is a reader insert deal

No anon requests unless it's like, for the dirty thots tag or if I really like the idea. This is a little selfish, but I want to know that the people who requested will actually see my work, I hope you understand

If you're going to request something, make sure you add if you want it sfw or nsfw, and tell me any plot or kinks you want added (be aware of the list for things I won't write farther down)

Requests might take a while to fulfil, and it's first come first served. If it's been a LONG time since you requested and you still haven't seen it, don't be afraid to ask about it! It's either been eaten by Tumblr or I'm wracking up major guilt by not posting it yet lol

Characters

Any characters from Phantom Blood to JoJolion! No one is too underrated here! <3

Anyone underaged in canon will be aged up in nsfw scenarios

Children such as Hayato, Emporio or Lucy Steel will be strictly platonic, along with older characters such as part three Joseph. I'm not sorry

What I won't write for

Heavy angst, or things having to do with major death, suicide, mental illness, drugs, NTR, or the like. I know y'all like your angst, but I'm trying to keep this a happier blog.

("Crack fics" are something I need to get a bit more comfortable writing for so for now they're off the table)

Anything to do with wetting or scat (bro??)

Hard gore, and that one fetish that sexualizes it

Incest

Noncon or anything forced

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Your Turn

Hey guys! So, y'all can thank Skirt anon for this absolutely wonderful idea. They really outdid themselves offering me an idea like this because I literally couldn't stop thinking about it. Like, I really just went head too full. Hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader

Based on this ask: Ok I had a ✨thot✨for sub Harry- basically having him riding ur strap and it's a larger one than he's used to and even with prep he's squirming around.

"It's too big!" (He's fine it's just for the scene) and you just kiss away his tears and bring him down harder and thrust up a little and as it presses into his prostate, he lets out a cry as he has the most powerful orgasm of his life without you even touching his dick

-skirt anon

Warnings: Smut, sub!harry, dom!reader, pegging, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), slight praise kink, swearing

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Art came in many forms: songs played for generations, paintings in museums, sculptures that endured lifetimes, but none that rivaled Harry. More specifically, Harry as he was just then. Eyes clenched shut, and tear tracks down his flushed face as he slid inch after inch of your strap into him. You'd never seen any piece of art more worthy of praise or more breathtaking than him. And completely yours. Only for you to see. A smile graced your lips at the thought, and you trailed your eyes over his trembling body again. You'd never seen anything more exquisite in your life.

"Beautiful," you murmured.

"(Y/N)," he whined, hands tightening on your shoulders. Gently, you ran your hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles jump under your attentions and the strain of holding himself up. You bucked your hips, sliding a little more of your cock into him. A strangled moan filled the air around you.

"What's the matter?" you asked as if you didn't already know.

"It's too big!" he sobbed.

"But you're nice and full, aren't you? All stuffed full of my cock. That's what you wanted, sweet boy," you said. More tears dripped down his cheeks as you thrust in again.

"Yes!" he cried breathily. Leaning forward, you began peppering kisses all over his face and neck. You couldn't tell if the slightly salty taste was from sweat or tears, but it made you shiver anyway. The effect you had on him always made you a little breathless. It took so little to have him shaking and crying on your strap. And you were the only one that got to see this stunning creature this way. Trailing your fingers back up his thighs, you latched onto his hips. Perhaps with a little more force than necessary, hoping to see the bruises tomorrow.

"Show me how much you love it then. Fuck that pretty ass on my cock," you purred.

"I can't, I can't. (Y/N)!" he moaned, voice pitching up and cracking on your name.

"Then let me help you, baby," you said. And in one fluid movement, you dragged him down on you and slammed your hips up. The resounding howl rattled the windows, making you glad you'd remembered the silencing charm.

You set your hips at a punishing pace, driving your strap into him without allowing him time to gather his thoughts. All he managed to get out were strangled sobs and mewling sounds that might have been some version of your name. At some point, he'd wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you as close as he could get you. Tears and sweat mixed as they dripped onto the skin of your collar bone and little punched-out breaths fanned across your cheeks. You couldn't stop.

"Too much! More, please, more!" he begged, slamming his hips down in a sloppy rhythm.

"That's my good boy," you panted.

"I can't! Too much! I need more!" You weren't sure if he was even aware that he was speaking at this point, but you didn't care. It didn't matter. Your golden boy needed more, and you were damn well going to give him as much as he could handle.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Harry?" you asked, digging your hands into the soft flesh of his ass.

"Yes! Please, please, so much!" he babbled. His cock twitched violently where it was trapped between your stomachs. A wicked smile cut across your lips as you pressed him back so that delicious friction came away from his overly slick cock.

"I want you to cum from my cock and my cock alone. Can you do that for me?" you asked. The answer you got was a simple incoherent cry. His bouncing became more frantic. You were just enjoying being about to watch his angry red cock bob in front of you.

"So hard for me. What a good boy," you cooed.

"Harder! Use me!" Harry's desperate plea shook you down to your core. Electricity shot up and down your spine as you slammed up into him again. Judging by the howl, you'd hit his prostate dead on. Then something savage awoke in you.

Shoving him onto his back, you hiked his legs over your shoulders and thrust into him with a surprising amount of force. All you could focus on was fucking him through the mattress. Being too much. Being the only thing he could think about, then forcing him not to think at all. And you were. His back arched as he sobbed out long whining moans so forceful you wondered if he was past words. Vaguely, you could feel his hands curl into your hair. The slight pull drove you harder into him. You could barely hear the slapping skin over the cacophony of moans. Hips bucking up erratically, head thrown back with the tendons of his neck bulging, Harry let out the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard.

"(Y/NNNN)!" he howled, drawing out your name into a near scream as he came.

The sight of him with his eyes rolled back in his head as he painted his chest and your stomach with his cum was nearly enough to send you over the edge. It almost did. Slowly, you rocked your hips into him, letting him ride it out until he finally went limp. You stilled for a moment, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"You alright, love?" you asked, sliding your strap from him.

"Brilliant," he slurred, peering up at you with his eyes just barely open.

"Good," you said, "Did you like that? Was it okay?"

"Brilliant. Absolutely bloody brilliant," he said. Harry gave you a lazy smile that made your heart squeeze. The amount of affection you had for him was a little overwhelming. "Your turn."

"Wha-" Before you could fully answer, he rolled over until he laid over you.

"Let me finish you off, yeah?" he asked.

"Please do," you said.

"Can I- can I use my mouth?" For a moment, he looked almost a little shy, which was a bit laughable considering you'd just fucked him within an inch of his life.

"Fuck yeah," you breathed, letting your head drop back into the pillows.

You felt him hook your legs comfortably over his shoulders, and a hot breath caressed your slick skin. A shiver coursed through you. You hadn't realized how worked up you were until just then. Then your thoughts cut out entirely. Harry dragged his tongue over you, lapping gently at your lips, looking up at you to carefully watch your expression. You swore this gorgeous boy would be the death of you. He did it again. This time just barely flickering inside. Humming, you threaded your fingers into his hair.

"Good boy. Just like that," you sighed.

Harry was always a gentle lover despite the way he liked you to treat him in bed. He saw to your needs with the utmost care, with soft sweeps of his tongue, never rushing anything, building you up until you couldn't stand it, and you love him for it. All he ever asked in return was that you told him he was doing it right. And by god, you could do that for him. With every flick of his tongue over your clit and easy swirling over you, you let him know how good he was. You let every little sound he pulled from you slip out unchecked. Every sound seemed to tell him exactly where you needed him most. His hands massaged your legs in the most intoxicating way that had you going boneless under them. Pulling your thighs further apart, he pressed his face more into you.

"You taste so good. God, I love it," he muttered against you, toying with your clit.

"Good. Harry, so fucking good!" you groaned.

"You drive me crazy when you say my name like that, you know?" he said, genuine amazement coloring his voice. You arched your back, keening at the sound. You felt like you might be floating. Or losing your mind.

"Shit, that's it," you hissed.

You'd lost track of what he was doing. Whether it was his hands or his mouth on you didn't make a difference. With everything that had taken place, you were teetering so close to the edge you couldn't think. You didn't care to. Harry worked around your clit again just the way you needed him to, and you felt your hips jump up. So close.

"Please cum in my mouth," Harry pleaded, the words slightly muffled.

And you were falling over the edge. Your voice choked off into a soundless moan as you arched against him. Your thighs shook uncontrollably. The rhythmic rolling of your hips that you'd just noticed turned to jittery, forceful thrusts against his lips, grinding for all you were worth. Harry simply stayed there, licking up every drop of slick you gave until you relaxed. Only when you began pushing his head away did he really stop.

"Harry," you sighed for no other reason than saying his name.

"Was that good?" he asked, green eyes staring up at you through pieces of displaced hair.

"Jesus, yeah. You're always good," you said. Smiling, he crawled back up, covering your body with his own.

"You too. I mean, so are you," he said. Laughing, you pressed a kiss against his messy lips and let yourself relax against the sheets. Both of you were in desperate need of a shower, but you had the feeling that would have to come later. When Harry snuggled under your chin, you decided you didn't really mind.

[aquafinha]

buddie have u been watching UK v The World? thots on that and/or S14?? (I've got my faves on each but don't wanna put in the ask in case it might be spoilery since it's technically mid-season for both)

Hi!! I've been watching both and I DEFINITELY have thoughts but I've been lazy about expressing them here more than vaguely. I have time, so let's get into it :) Sticking it behind a read more obviously due to spoilers!

OK, UK vs the World first....before it started I wanted Lemon to win...well lol, back to the drawing board I guess. (for the record I think her being in the bottom was BS, but I am biased, so...)

As of now I'm pulling hard for Pangina, I love her, she's a gem. Please don't send her home anytime soon, y'all...

I just want Baga to go home, tbh - I don't have a problem with anyone else but her. I remember on her season, I thought she was funny....now I'm wondering why I thought that. The "Oh, it's totally ok for me to pay someone from a foreign country to do my work for me" thing was...really super cringe to me.

I'm wondering if Jujubee is playing the long game or what? (not that the show is too long, but you know...) I love her, I don't want her to go home but I feel like it might happen soon (no, I haven't read any spoilers for today yet so IDK who goes home this week lol we watch it at 9 PM on Tuesdays).

Mo has been stunning (obligatory to use that word for her, hello) and I hope she finishes high!

The only UK girl I was really pulling for was Cheryl and now she's gone too :( (nothing against Blu, I just wasn't actively rooting for her)

I didn't watch any of the Holland seasons so I hadn't seen Janey before, but....idk. She's beautiful! But the attitude...I dunno.

And Jimbo is...well, Jimbo is Jimbo. I never know what to expect, lol.

As for S14....ok! I have ✨opinions✨I don't completely understand the "send people home the first two episodes and then bring them back" concept but whatever... I get wanting to show everyone off in smaller groups, though.

I'm not doing the greatest with my favorites! I love Alyssa, she's gone, I love Kornbread, she's out, I love Maddy, she's gone too...I hate to ask who's next, lol (also I would never ask because I hate spoilers!! Thanks to the person who replied to Maddy's Instagram post and let me know a week ahead that she would be going home, ugh.)

Willow is my absolute favorite though and I feel like she really has a good chance of winning! Angeria is amazing too and I'll support anyone from my state (well...except for Tamisha Iman last season...anyway) so I hope she keeps up the pace she's at! She's amazing.

I like Daya (more than her sister...sorry, unpopular opinion, I know) but I don't get getting upset because you asked for critique and got it??? I completely understand wanting to hear some critique if you're safe a lot, but don't be upset when you don't hear what you want to hear.

Still baffled that Lady Camden didn't win the challenge this past week because her look was gorgeous! And she sold it so well in my opinion! I like Jorgeous but I wouldn't have picked her as the winner.

I don't get why things got so...whatever between Maddy and Jasmine on Untucked, but it appeased the people who hate when the girls get along, so good for them I guess 😐

I know there's more I could talk about but my brain is fried from all that thinking, lol! We'll see how much of this is invalid after watching UK vs the World tonight...

[wordsnwhiskey]

Tumblr Writer Q&A

Thank you so much for the tag Birdie! (@mandocrasis )

1) How many complete fics/one shots do you have that you have not published (yet)?

I don't have anything complete that I haven't posted, I don't normally sit on fics like that

2) How many WIPS do you have right now?

Oof, ok, I have 7 with significant progress to them and two others that are chilling on the back burner

3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?

I do but I can't guarantee when they'll come out? My main focus is on the wips I have in progress but who knows I might get inspired!

4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have?

0

5) How many fandoms do you write for?

Just the PPCU right now

6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for?

Marvel & Lie To Me....and then there was a House MD crossover I haven't quite forgiving myself for xD

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or other?

I used to write for ships, now it's mostly reader inserts/OFCs. That's not to say that I wouldn't write for ships, it just hasn't quite happened yet....although you could probably say that AISB ships Frankie and Whiskey so idk, I'll write anything that strikes my fancy lol.

8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for?

I feel like everything I write for is niche lol

9) Do you read fics as well as write them?

Absolutely! I don't read as much or as regularly as I want to or used to but there are so many talented creators out there I feel like I'm always adding to my online TBR list.

10) What is your favorite genre to write for?

I'd say Romance? I think?

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?

Oh boy, there are so many tropes that I absolutely love. My favorite is probably friends to lovers.

12) What do you do to get motivated to write?

Music helps, I almost always have music on and ambient noise of some sort. Honestly, also doing the dishes or something repetitive that I don't need to focus on so my mind can wander.

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

Nah, if I'm reading it then odds are I wouldn't mind writing it if I got the right inspo.

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

Not really

15) How long have you been writing fan fiction?

Wow, almost as long as Tumblr has been around, since around 2008 I think? I poked around on ff.net and LJ before jumping to Tumblr

16) Did you read fan fiction before you started writing?

HAHA YES! I started reading and then starting plotting and thotting at an age I had no right doing that

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well?

I also post to AO3

18) What do you personally consider the word counts of "Drabble", "One shots" and "fics"?

A drabble is less than 1k, a Oneshot is really anything else that can be tidied up in "one shot", and a fic is really any of those things but for this it's anything with more than one part.

19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other?

I definitely prefer multi-chapter fics. I have the hardest time keeping things short and like to really immerse myself in a word once I've dived in. I love doing HCs though and drabbles sound fun as a great way to take a focused look at a character and have some fun with it!

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?

No, even the one I thought I was going to discontinue I've thought about and am just going to rework.

21) What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on Tumblr?

When a read more isn't used, even if it doesn't seem to be that much text, scrolling on mobile can be annoying.

Also, sending anon hate?? It's 2022 y'all, we've been through so many historical events, we're still going through a pandemic, people are dying, inequality is everywhere, and there's a war going on, can we not with the anon hate?

22) Do you write a particular time of day?

I write when I have time, but more often than not some of my best ideas come late at night

23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc to write or do you need silence?

I pretty much always have music on or some sort of noise whether it's a show or something else

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

Outline is such a strong word....I have thoughts and ideas that I sometimes organize or just write until I get there and then struggle to figure out the rest lol. There are some sort of exceptions where I'll continuously jot down notes or record some notes.

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

I usually schedule it for the next day or on the weekend. I often finish a story really late at night so I usually wait until the next morning.

No pressure tags: @redcrvette @chaoticgeminate @pumpkin-stars @wardenparker and anyone else!

[rexsjaigeyes]

This isn't a thirst thot, but rather just something funny I found out today.

I've never seen the Clone Wars animated series, but have very much enjoyed everyone's posts about the various clones that you all love. Now, in my head, for some reason, I have always imagined the clones having California guy accents. Like they're all cool and they know it, a little cocky but also kinda laid-back. So imagine my surprise when I finally saw an actual clip of the show and they all have vaguely British accents? Like, I could not have been more wrong about how they sound 😄

Y'all are always free to send me any kind of thoughts, not just thirst ones! And LMAO okay I laughed my ass off for a good minute imagining the clones with like surfer dude voices 😂

Okay but I guess your initial thought kinda made sense because while some of them sound kinda like strict soldiers, some of them also give off really laid back or cocky vibes. But god, now I wanna hear their terrible California accent impressions. Or just any impression of another accent because I feel like it would be hilarious to hear.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Roo's Daddy Issues B-Day Celebration

When is the sleepover?

All weekend! From Friday, August 13 @ 6pm EST to Sunday, August 15 @ midnight EST.

So how does it work?

Well, it’s all about sharing and fun so no pressure on anyone. I want to write some short things, one piece for each of the characters below, but I will each of y’all choose the pieces of these drabbles!

There is a second part to the sleepover where y'all can participate in my ask by sending in your own thots and other stuff as listed below!

DILF Drabbles

Characters:

Steve Rogers

Ransom Drysdale

Sam Wilson

Lee Bodecker

Loki

Wild Card (this is where you come in!)

For the sixth dilf, we have the wild card! I will let y’all suggest one more dilfy!dad from the following! (please do so on the form linked below, NOT in my ask)

Bucky Barnes, Jake Jensen, Frank Castle, Thor, Heimdall, or any other suggestions you think would work (keep in mind, if you vote for Frank or Thor they will be separate from my ongoing fics for them).

Pet names (match the pet name to the dilf):

Sweetheart/sweetie

Honey

Kitten

Sugar

Darling

Princess

Reader’s choice! (suggest a pet name not on this list for one or multiple DILFs)

(again please use the form linked below, NOT in my ask)

Concepts:

Nosy neighbour is caught in the act (the DILF or the reader could be the neighbour)

CEO and their young assistant on a business trip

Dad’s best friend hangs around a little too much

Best friend invites you on her family vacation and her dad is more than pleased

A helpful hand appears on your camping trip

Young waitress always gets a good tip from a regular customer

Reader’s choice! (again I’m open to suggestion here)

CLICK HERE TO VOTE!

The results will be posted in the coming week or two (hopefully) but they will be done. If you want to be tagged when I post, sign up here.

Ask Games

So that’s it for my part! What can y’all do? Aside from offer your valued input, well you can feel free to send in any of the following to me inbox! And let’s keep the DILF theme going:

💋Marry, Fuck, Kiss? We’re not killing anyone today!

🤔 Would you rather? You know the rules! Make me suffer, make me think!

💭Dilfy Headcanon (this could be just one thing; how you think a dilf!character would act or a whole long ramble about your inner fantasy!) These are not reqs, send me YOUR thoughts!

❔Questions! Send in something like ”How do you think dilf!character would…” “What do you think dilf!character would do if…” and I’ll give you my thoughts.

🎶 Send me a DILF!character and I’ll give you song I think goes with them!

🖼 Send me a DILF!character + emoji + trope or colour or au and I’ll make you a moodboard/aesthetic (one per user)

Please send any of these to my ask. I reserve the right to not complete duplicate requests and to cap submissions for any of the above.

[parabataisarah]

BOOK 2, CHAPTER 12

Masterlist here.

Tag List: @brightpinkpeppercorn​, @roonarific, @sceptilemasterr, @endlessly-searching-for-you, @irrelevanthough, @scgdoeswhat, @likethetailofacomet, @indiacater.

Reactions under the ‘Keep Reading’ cut.

- Alright, I’m back. Let’s do this!

- Welp, we’ve found the MASADA Complex. Lmao, I always go to say MAZDA instead, because at a quick glance, that’s what my brain sees it as.

- Lmao, real quick, I love how my MC is still in the dress from the New Years Eve party 😂 I know I could change it, but honestly? It doesn’t really change much now, does it?

- No, I don’t think you’re a fool for believing IRIS/your mother, but there could be traps there, Lundgren could be in there.

- If we launch an attack, it will fail because they have the higher ground, if we cause a distraction, it will fail because they can see more than we can, so they’d see some of us trying to get in. So I guess that leaves us with hiding in plain sight.

- I STILL FEEL BAD FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO HELP SEAN AND ZAHRA!

- Sean, I know you’re a tough boi, but Michelle is wanting to become a doctor, she will know this shit, so sit down and shut up. Please?

- GUYS! SERIOUSLY! I KNOW YOU’RE SCARED< BUT SHE’S STILL QUINN!

- “One moment. I seem to recall MC urging Quinn to not touch the Heart, right before she was possessed.” Uh... Whoops?

- Yeah, I knew it was gonna happen. Better to admit the truth now.

- “It must’ve been a hard choice.” So close, Quinn, it was a tough choice... LITERALLY.

- Yeah, she’s not only like that when she touches the Island’s Heart, she was like that when taming the Yeti and a small sprinkle of other times apart from that.

- “But hey, your disease didn’t give you powers to fly and stop bullets. Now look at you!” Craig, honey, you’re trying your best and I love you.

- HELL YEAH MICHELLE! YOU PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE!

- Awh, you were trying to help people, Jake, the others in your group, probably not so much.

- MICHELLE IS CRYING?! NO WHAT WHY???

- Can I hug her? Pleeeeeease?

- I would totally put them back together, but like, I’m still saaaaad.

- We have ourselves a Michelle Tough Choice, and thank the lords, I have a 100% chance of this working, so I’m gonna click it! You and Sean need to clear the air!!

- Why do I feel like Jake, Varyyn and Estela are all correct? Like the soldiers split up? Or it could be the Yeti tracks that Varyyn is looking at?

- Don’t tell me I have to choose.

- PFFFFFT! MICHELLE FOR THE WIN! 😂😂

- Uhhhh, which one do I press???? Ahhhh! Maybe the transmission one? See if it’s of any importance?

- “You want Jake McKenzie? Come get him.” That’s from Rourke, isn’t it? Frickity-frick.

- Okay, there’s the warning signal. Either grab your shit and run, or get this Humvee into driving mode!

- LET’S FUCKIN’ DRIVE INTO THESE SOLDIERS! SORRY BOYS!

- ‘...as they careen off the hood!’ Whoops?

- ES MC is a badass.

- So we took the soldier’s outfits? Please, for the love of god, tell me we at least put them inside somewhere so they don’t freeze.

- You dare to have doubted our plan? Well, it’s time to prove you wrong!

- uh, we need Zahra to come with us, game. How dare you give me the option to tell her she doesn’t have to come?

- Wooow, such optimism Sean.

- WHY IS DIEGO SAD?!

- Ah, Varyyn.

- DIEGO MY DUDE, GO GET YOUR DUDE!

- “Just because something ends tomorrow doesn't mean you shouldn’t enjoy it today.” Damn, MC, all this wisdom!

- “Dammit, you’re always right.” I know.

- ‘Friendship Up! Diego is now close to you!’ HELL FREAKIN’ YEAH, BOIS!

- KISS HIM! KISS HIM! KISS HIM!

- AWH MY BOYS ARE ADORABLE!

- FUCK YEAH! THEY KISSED!

- Raj is seriously a god-send, and I love him so much.

- I wanna take Polaris with us, but I can’t, ‘cause if he’s gonna be the next guardian, I can’t take him away.

- Thank god Sean actually believes Michelle.

- Let’s go with “I TP’d the mayor’s mansion.”

- I know we were shot forward 6 months, but they always say that time is wonky on this island, so I think while we went forward in time on the island, we didn’t go forward in time for the rest of the world.

- “I’m just glad that we survived.” 😂There were many a time we could’ve died.

- Fuckin’ trust Diego to encourage MC to thot it up. 😂

- Well, y'all know I’m gonna spend it with Sean!

- The second you get into his tent, the music changes 😂😂

- Not gonna lie, I always like this sound though, it’s a nice sound.

- Jesus Christ, he’s 6′5? Holy heck.

- These two are utter dorks.

- ...I love them

- Gods, he’s adorable!

- “Can I tell you something?” Just say it outright, but still, go for it, my dude!

- I wanna hug and cuddle and protect Sean at all times! Ahhhh.

- ‘Romance Up! Sean is crazy about you!’ BABY BOI I LOVE YOU!

- I’m crying! Sean just told MC he loves her, and I just... I don’t remember being this happy that two characters said that they loved each other since your LI in HSS said it (Don’t ask lmaooo)

- Uh, of course I’m gonna say it back! I’m not a monster!

- “Me?” MC has the same brain as me, my dudes.

- Oh god 😂 MC looks bulked af in the suit 😂

- “Hell yeah you do! You make that look good!” Why thank you, Craig!

- PLEASE REMIND ME WHY CRAIG WASN’T A LI????

- Zahra and Diego have a great friendship oml

- NOOO! I don’t wanna leave Polaris behind!!

- And who wants to bet that I’ll probably mess up on the whole remembering the fake story?

- Awhhhhh, noooo. At least we got to hug him!

- I ALREADY MISS HIM!!!

- Yeah, “Ohhhhhh crap.” is right, Craig!

- I. FUCKIN’. DID. IT. I REMEMBERED THE STORY!

- ROURE. Lemme punch yooooou! Please?

- I’m only able to get this chapter out tonight (Almost 12am and I’m dead tired), I’m sorry you guys! But chapter 13, 14 and 15 will definitely be out tomorrow.