#it is work that Can be done without us filling in 'afab' whenever they say 'women' because its just not that simple

[slashingdisneypasta]

I need more Norman Nordstrom. That man is fine asf. I’ll gladly give him a baby as long as he keeps breeding me🫢🫠

Anon you caught me at the exact right moment XD I'm cold and I required something to warm me up XD

I'm warm now.

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Norman Nordstrom x AFAB!SelfProclaimedSlut!Reader || Drabble

Plot: A sneak peak into a confirmed sluts regular hook up with the lonely old man down the street.

Warnings: Unprotected Smut. Use of 'Mr Nordstrom' rather then Norman. Creampie. And breeding (Its Norman, what do you expect). Unedited.

You always love visiting Mr Nordstrom down the street. His place was private without the stresses of your family, or work. Whenever you were there it almost felt like you were in your own little world with the old man, and no one else could get into it. Mr Nordstrom himself, was... always quiet. But you knew he liked the company; he didn't say it but you could tell. The more you came to visit, the more demanding he became of your presence.

Its cold outside these days but in here, hidden away in Mr Nordstrom's warm house on his cosy old couch by the crackling wood fire, you feel comfortable and toasty. Even the tips of your toes. Even the tips of your ears.

You're so lovely and warm now, you don't mind him taking off your pants all the way and dropping them to the floor.

With a grunt, he sinks himself all the way into you and you feel all your problems really drift away.

Sighing, you sink back into the worn cushions and take the dirty fucking with lazy pleasure. The greedy plunging thrusts, the slightly-too-big cock filling you up and stretching you out, anticipating the real fill later on- he never wears a condom; Mr Nordstrom.

You always loved visiting Mr Nordstrom- especially since the first time you let the lonely, hot old man hit it. At first it was out of pity, you considered it a good deed (A sluts job is never done (; XD Some may call you immoral- but you do nothing but good deeds! Thats what you do.), but then he fucked you so good you couldn't stop thinking about it, even at work (His hard thrusts, his larger then average size, the surprising stamina for a man his age, and the way he played skillfully with your clit when he was good and ready to cum- taking you over the edge right with him right when he wanted to), and you had to come back. This time, you begged him.

Now Mr Nordstrom is a very regular hook up of yours. Coming here, having a glass of wine with the old timer and then touching him was one of your favourite things to do. Especially when he felt like touching you back.

Like tonight- he was all over you from the moment you got in. You barely made it of the snow and through the door before he had you pinned to the wall with his mouth attached to yours; sucking your tongue into his mouth and feeling up your sides with his large hands. Hands you knew had killed. He was real pent up... but you made him wait. I'm cold, you said with a teasing smirk he could hear in your voice. Lemme warm up first and then we can get started, okay?

He had grumbled, but lead you to the living room where he had a fire already built (explaining how he could be in just a pair of grey sweatpants.) and the touch of the heat immediately made you sigh as you settled on the couch and asked him how his day had gone.

Frustrating. He complained, sitting down in his arm chair, that throaty voice of his and the sight of his clear outline in those tin sweatpants lighting you up inside. There was also a wet patch, so you were able to figure just how frustrating it had been.

You were frustrated from work all day... he was clearly frustrated from trying to jerk off all day and coming up 0 for 0.

Now he proves how badly he needed your hot cunt today, holding himself above you and pounding his hips into yours over and over; driving your ass into the couch and slipping a big killing hand up your shirt and squeezing a tit hard. When you give in fully, wrapping your legs around his hips so he can drive in deeper, grind himself directly into your sloppy, slutty wet cunt, he gives a growl of approval. His mouth finds its way up from your collar bone, over the curve of your throat, and to your lips. Kissing you deeply again, like the dirty old soldier has never wanted anyone so badly.

The hand thats not under your shirt, eagerly taking turns rubbing and squeezing each of your pretty tits, trails down your leg to hook under your knee and unwraps it from his hip; guiding it upwards towards the ceiling. Now he he hammers your cunt, his cock absolutely covered in wetness and a squelching sound clear in the air coming from you every time he cracks his hips into you.

And you can just take it; lay there and accept the nasty dicking down you're getting for your Friday night. You love it.

When you can no longer kiss for needing to breath, you can hear Norman panting above you and you crack your eyes open to watch him. Smirk. Tell him you're *pant* *pant* cute.

Another growl comes straight out of his throat and he shakes his head, before the hand that was holding your leg up grazes back down your calf and your thighs straight for your pussy. And- god- as soon as he starts to fiddle with your clit; rolling his fingers around it slowly at first but picking up in speed, you cant help how your back arches into him.

Finally Mr Nordstrom buries himself into your used hole one final time and releases his seed as deep inside you as he can.

You always loved visiting Mr Nordstrom.

[ot3]

As important as i think it is to understand that not everyone at risk of an unwanted pregnancy is a woman, and use appropriate language to reflect that, i also think it is really critical that we do not let trans-inclusivity stop us from understanding or articulating that overturning roe v. wade is an act that is intended to harm women categorically. 

It’s not all-encompassing. obviously there are plenty of women who can’t get pregnant, regardless of assigned sex. obviously some people who get pregnant are not women. But we do need to discuss the fact that it’s legislation designed to harm and control women, because the desire of the christian right always has been and always will be to make women (and by extension, people they view as women) second class citizens.

and if we can’t find a way to recognize and talk about the ways in which women as a social category are still at risk and being specifically targeted then we de facto cede the entire feminist movement to violent transphobes. which i really really do not want. regardless of any personal identity politics and pontificating about what it does or doesn’t mean to be a woman, there is still a cultural concept of who and what women are that we do not have the luxury of fully opting out of even if we’d really like to. we have to be able to simultaneously discuss macro-scale gender politics And individual identity if we want to have a trans-inclusive feminist movement, rather than just a trans inclusive movement Or a feminist movement.

[phoenixyfriend]

SW Suddenly-Omegaverse AU: Surrogacy, Worldbuilding, Obi-Mom

Truly the main irony of all this is that everyone considers Obi-Wan the Better Omega but Anakin is the one who's actually 👀👀👀 about pregnancy

Obi-Wan: I have the deepest respect for those who do it, but the idea of growing another person inside of me is weird and gross, no, thank you.

Meanwhile Anakin is like. Immediate baby fever. Someone actually approaches him like "hey... there are forms you can fill out to request an exception for pregnancy, and like... regulations" because he's that obvious about it.

I assume that if they've got safety nets for accidental pregnancies, then they're probably aware that there are people who want to do it on purpose? I feel like in an omegaverse where 'biological imperative to procreate' can be so much more intense, then maybe there's old precedent that stuck around even after suppressants got most of those hormones under better control.

Bit torn. Just know I want Anakin to Make Baby.

"Anakin, what are you--" "Do you think offering to be someone's surrogate would be acceptable to the council as a way to be pregnant without getting attached." "...what." "They'd probably accept that as a way to practice not getting attached, right?" "N...no, that's not... what?"

Anakin approaching Bail and Breha and being like “Do you... still want a kid? I would provide a kid. Do you want one here*?”

* in this dimension

Great way to give up the baby as a parent because he'd still be able to see them once in a while but also like... it's not HIS kid, technically. He can be a cool uncle who happened to give birth, which is distant enough to not be 'attached,' but close enough that his Tatooine-raised 'must ensure family is safe whenever possible' background doesn't flip out. It helps that 'Core World Royalty' is like... a top-tier family to be raised in.

(It would have to be post-war because he probably shouldn’t be risking his life while very pregnant. He needs to be reminded of that sometimes.)

Bail/Breha is an alpha/alpha relationship and while a pregnancy is still possible,* it’s a whole lot more difficult, and that's on top of Breha's canon medical issues that resulted in her heart and lungs getting replaced.

* AFAB alphas can get pregnant, and AMAB omegas can inseminate, but the success rate on that angle is much lower than the 'traditional' alpha/omega roles, as is any attempt at reproduction outside rut/heat. They're low-fertility overall for the non-dominant aspect of their reproductive system, which... ha, Anakin and Obi-Wan try to get explanations for why the senary system works the way it does, but it's a very longform history lesson that comes down to 'idk this got cemented so long ago that nobody really knows why anymore.'

AKA "why do you title these roles male omega and female alpha instead of intersex omega and intersex alpha since both parties have both genitals."

ANYWAY

Anakin: I want to make babies. But I don't want to get kicked out of the order. But I don't want to give up my own babies for adoption. But I can't keep my own babies if I want to stay a Jedi. So basically I want to have someone else's babies? Anakin: ...wait shit that's just surrogacy.

Anakin, calling up Obi-Wan: Hey are the Organas still struggling to have a kid? Obi-Wan: ...not really your business. Anakin: You're friends with Bail again though, right? Obi-Wan: I am, but-- Anakin: Do you think they'd want me to be a surrogate? Obi-Wan: What.

I can't decide if it's funnier for the Order to be like "I mean... technically there's no rules against this?" or if this is a precedent set by at least three omegas every generation because that's just how a/b/o manifested for omegas in a biological and cultural sense.

Bail: Wait, your former apprentice is... volunteering... to be our surrogate. Obi-Wan, exhausted: Yes. Bail: He barely knows us. Obi-Wan: He respects you and you're the closest people he knows that want a child and would be good parents. Bail: And he's just... volunteering? Obi-Wan: Yes. Also, you did say your primary worry was that a surrogate might be targeted for assassination and you couldn't ask someone to risk that, right? Anakin is very much able to avoid assassins, and would be staying primarily in the Temple anyway. Very safe, and not particularly scared of assassins in the first place. Bail: Your words say you approve, but your tone says otherwise. Obi-Wan: Anakin considers me his father. I'm not old enough to be a grandparent. Bail: Ah.

Anakin is a surrogate and enjoys it and everything is fine and then like a year later he's accidentally pregnant with his own and Rex's kid, and nobody knows how to ask if it's actually an accident.

A suggestion from @gelpenss:

OH MAN i.... have to drive home. But I just had a thought about like. I always want to poke at Betas in A/B/O like are they “normal” or different from our standard or.... but ANYWAY assuming they have a pheromonal thing I just think it would be neat if betas had the ability to be the Bucket of Cold Water. Like if caught early enough, and with the caveat it’s not permanent, a beta could arrest a rut or heat in its tracks until a more ideal time. Like. They aren’t birth control. But they are the remind me later button.

Okay done driving I am Returned to bring up why I brought up betas and it’s this: well okay 1. It plays nice with a popular but inaccurate dog breeding urban legend that female dogs will like, delay heat cycles? so that the bitches above them in pack hierarchy have first choice of mate selection. And I think in omegaverse it would be cool if that was a Bio Fact, and also historically enforced by the third designation. 2. It gives me an excuse to have betas have the Most Sensitive sense of smell because it’s their “job” to pick up on things before they go too far to be put on pause. 3. I’m just thinkin ‘bout a beta clone [...] just hovering around Obi-Wan because they found out how much stress his heat cycle causes and they’re like “okay cool I will help make sure it does Not”

I want to like a/b/o verses but betas niggle at me. I want to give them a hat and a Function that woulda helped before modern medicine.

I'm not sure how I feel about betas being able to delay heats, but I do like the idea of them having a more sensitive sense of pheromone smell than most. Most aliens assume it's omegas with the best sense of smell, and betas with the worst, but it's more complicated than that because they all specialize: Alphas are actually less attuned to pheromone smells, but more attuned to things that were useful back when humans were still a hunter-gatherer species. Omegas tend to be heightened towards danger smells like fire or aggression, and pheromones relating to children/care. Betas, as suggested above, are very sensitive to pheromone changes relating to mood and behavior of the community around them.

I like the idea that betas were historically the ones that ended up taking care children, unmated omegas, and so on during people's heats and ruts, because they kept their heads about themselves long enough to do things like cook and clean while someone was reeking of hormones. The checks and balances work out that betas may have lower fertility, but it makes them better able to support the network around them.

It works in with humanity's general collective history of thriving the most when working as a community.

Given that I decided that this is Jangobi, the clones might all subconsciously view Obi-Wan as Mom. Not intentionally, but, you know... Obi-Wan the not-evil stepmother. He doesn't know how he got into this situation, but he sure is here, and he sure as hell doesn't know how to get out.

Obi-Wan "I don't need to get pregnant, I have three million stepchildren" Kenobi

I definitely love "clones all want to make Obi-Wan's heats less stressful" but like in a different way from Whatever The Fuck Anakin's Got Going On.

Obi-Wan using the force to dull the pain in a Shiny's broken leg while the medic works on it and the Shiny just mumbles "Thanks mom" and everyone gets very embarrassed and pretends it didn't happen.

But then it happens again. And again.

Obi-Wan asks for an explanation from Cody and gets a halting response that, since Jango is technically their father, and his scent has been all over Obi-Wan recently... and Obi-Wan puts in a lot of effort to take care of them all.......

Anakin overhears the clones calling Obi-Wan "mom" and just. The most judgmental eyebrow raise.... Mostly in the sense of "You never let me call you dad" "Thought you said you weren't anyone's parent." "Hey, hey, Obi-Wan. What the fuck."

BOBA. BOBA ABSOLUTELY CALLS OBI-WAN MOM WHENEVER POSSIBLE. IT'S DEEPLY FRUSTRATING.

Obi-Wan eventually manages to admit that he's uncomfortable with it at minimum because of the gendering the word has for him, can they at least use the neutral 'buir' instead?

Word spreads like fire, takes like two days max for everyone to switch.

(Anakin demands cuddles as compensation for not getting to call Obi-Wan any true parental term for years.)

[kaijurakunsobs]

If requests are open could you do a Heisenberg fic with a teen or young adult reader(no older than 20 please) who stumbles into the village trying to get away from their parents and after they get attacked by Lycans Heisenberg patches them up and takes them in trying to hide them from his sister and mother miranda. Could you please do it with an AFAB reader who doesn’t identify as female? I am currently dealing with borderline verbal abuse from my conservative father who doesnt like that though I am AFAB I don’t identify as female.

first, baby, I'm so sorry that this is happening to you. I know how bad and mentally taxing that kind of living situation can get, I was in a similar situation and somehow managed to pull through.

you are not alone, you are loved and I hope everything gets better, never forget that it's you who defines yourself, your self worth should NEVER be defined by others

All you can think is...how cold everything is around you, how the freezing air burns your skin and lungs, but, you have endured something worst, physical pain can be healed with time, emotional and psychological pain is what hurts the most, what feels eternal and haunting, it coils around you, it grows and never let's go, like being branded, it leaves marks that never go away.

Running aimlessly through the snow feels like nothing.

What made you get out of the car?

Was it anger?

Desperation?

Does that even matter anymore?

You can't hear their voices anymore, so that's a win.

Farther away you see smoke and fain lights, distant sounds beckoning you closer to that place, and you let yourself smile widely when the silhouette of someone standing so close to you, you could get help, start somewhere new, be happy!

But it's so short-lived, that you question if there's divine retribution, karma, or just the universe laughing in your face.

Your "savior" is covered in blood, a man with a perpetual expression of agony lays in the snow, dead. The monster turns to you and finally the cold freezes you where you stand, it's not alone, and all the other creatures are looking at you, dark soulless eyes fixated on their new prey.

You have felt like that before under his gaze like if you were vermin, it made you furious how you were treated and consider as something lesser than a person. These things look at you the same like you are just a speck of dust in their path, and maybe you are, if the mangled body is any indication that taking a life will be nothing for them.

You see it from the corner of your eye, one of them lunges for you, and then? everything is a blur.

You remember kicking and punching wildly, adrenaline making you forget about the pain of the bites and scratches, there are memories of you running and using something to smash the head of one of the monsters, a rock, perhaps? But in the end, cold, blood loss, and exhaustion are enough to bring you to your knees. One of them grabs a fistful of hair and roars in your face and you know, that, this is it, you fought and did your best, but this is the end of your travesty...so much for your new life of freedom.

"Get the fuck away...I SAID FUCK OFF!" his voice is so loud that it makes you whimper and recoil "LET GO, CAN'T YOU HEAR ME? LET GO, DAMN IT!" the smell of blood and a warm liquid hits you hard, but at least you are free, letting your body hit the snow

"What do we have here?...this one is alive, but ya ain't from around here, do you?" he's smoking and something small and silly wants you to tell him that smoking is bad, which makes you smile so softly "...Interesting"

Heisenberg rarely gets intrigued by anything, he hasn't found anything to spark his curiosity in so long, so of course, he had to come and see what was causing such a commotion. What he thought to be a villager, fist fighting the lycans so valiantly, turned out to be a teenager, he saw you from afar,  furiously kicking lycan after lycan, you didn't even notice the growing red spots in your clothes and the black eye, it was survival and feral like behavior. Truly interesting.

Now, what made him pick you up with care? years from today he will say it was just "Scientific interest kiddo! nothing more", but, it's the pain in your face that makes him act so soft, it's not the agony brought by your wounds, this goes deeper, it's different and he knows it very well.

Under normal circumstances, he would have taken you to Moreau, but he knows the loud mouth will give you to that bitch Miranda and that will be it for you. Dimitrescu is OUT of the equation, so does Beneviento, hell knows what her psychotic ass would do to you. So he brings you back to his home and takes time to clean your wounds, true, his stitching abilities are amazing...on corpses, and a lack of anesthesia and your occasional movements makes it hard for him to stitch you properly, but by the end of everything, you are bandaged and clean, isn't that the important part?

He’s done his part, the rest is on you. If you had the strength to fight and even kill a lycan, you might live to see another day

How long were you out?

You are warm and so fucking sore, cracking your eyes open is a big task and even harder to sit up in the bed you are laying on. The room is black and smells like tobacco, oil, and something you can’t place but it’s nice.

Barefoot and curious you start to get up, wincing deep and loud when pain floods your body, but you get up non-less, you feel the cold air hit your legs, and immediately pull down the shirt to cover yourself. Then it fully clicks, the jagged memories of what happened slaps you in the face and make you lose your footing, falling back on the bed you pry the shirt off from your body, you see bandages and patches placed on smaller wounds, your head is killing you and your right eye hurts like crazy.

With small breathes you pull the shirt back on and force your body to get up and investigate the room. There are piles of clothes and pieces of paper everywhere, picking one of the pants you sigh, these are yours, but they have been destroyed either by the beasts or by however brought you here. Looking around there’s nothing more, time to go out.

The only door leads you to an open room, the kitchen and living room placed together, in one of the sofas you can see someone laying down, their chest rising and falling softly, their face obscured by an old hat.

You try to be as quiet and sneaky as possible when getting back into the room “Where do you think you are going, kid?” his voice is thick with sleep but the sound is enough to make you yelp, slamming your shoulder against the door frame, the man jumps up and in a couple of strides he’s beside you “Can you more fucking careful? the stitches gonna get open and if you get an infection I ain’t risking my neck to get you meds”

He’s a bit taller than you with squared and wide shoulders, his face is stern and it seems like he’s annoyed about something, is it you? Did you anger him? You try to remember what could you have done to make him so mad but nothing comes to you, is not like you remember much, and what you do, is better to be left forgotten.

Heisenberg has seen many people look at him with fear, reverence even, but he has never been in the receiving end of a look like yours, he has to close his eyes for a second, carefully grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the kitchen, almost forcing you to take a seat in on of the wobbly chairs he owns.

“Well now that you are back with us, I can finally cook something to eat. You must be starving! I would too after the way you fought back there” he lets out a howl while he busies himself with pulling ingredients for whatever he’s cooking “I saw ya, you know? That was one hell of a show and I know about putting up good entertainment, you gave those lycans a good beating”

Lycans? So those things have names...uuuh, who would have thought.

"What's your name kid?" you get pulled out of your mind by his voice and the smell of cooking eggs, for a moment you wonder and think, that this is the time to be addressed by YOUR name "...I'm Y/N, sir"

"Cut the sir bullshit, you ain't trying to impress nobody here, you can call me Heisenberg, Karl if you wanna get my attention quickly, got it?"

"Yes...Heisenberg?"

He's rather harsh from what little you have seen of him, but he's careful when serving you breakfast, a steady hand serves you tea and makes quick work of a loaf of bread, whit that you two eat in relative silence, he eats like a wolf and that's enough to make you hide a smile.

"Once you are...better..." he's speaking between bites, eew "I'm taking you to get some new clothes, staying here ain't gonna be free, ok?" with his fork pointing at you he waits and continues without you answering "I'll have to teach you...that's gonna take time..."

"I'm a faster learner!"

Heisenberg laughs at the offended tone in your voice, taking a big gulp from his mug once he stops "I like ya kid, there's a fire in you and I respect that, we gonna get along"

It takes you almost 2 weeks to fully recover and be able to move without crying out in pain. On the day he announces that he must take off your stitches, he's kind when pulling on the thread, talking about how that same day he's taking you to the seamstress cuz he's "done" having you wear his stuff.

The seamstress in the Village seems flabbergasted when "Lord Heisenberg" comes into her house, demanding she makes you good sturdy pants and easy to move in shirts. From that sole visit is enough for people to call you "Heisenberg's assistant" whenever you are sent to the village or just went spotted by anyone. The Duke, the merchant that sometimes you have found yourself talking to, does nothing but fuel the rumor, people already fear Heisenberg on a god day, now they fear you might be spying for him.

You would be lying by saying that, Heisenberg is a normal man, he's flamboyant and loud, filled with pride, and what you can describe as...showmanship, he speaks with passion when explaining to you the ins and outs of the factory. He's always close, never breathing down your neck, just close enough to hear if you need help.

The first time you see him use his gift is the most embarrassing and awkward moment of your life.

You are working on some molds for pieces he needs to make from scratch, he taught you where you should work on that, away from whatever lurks in the lower areas of the factory. You were so engrossed in getting the mold out perfectly, tongue sticking out and heavy gloves helping you to pry open the damn thing open, you don't even jump when a hand lands on your shoulder, but you do when the ghoulish face of a corpse appears beside you.

He's running the second he hears you, a high pitched sound tearing through the noise of the machinery, he sees you bolting it towards him and a Zwei Soldat quickly catching up with you, the drill in its arm too close to your back, the moment you are close enough he pulls you towards and behind him, a metal sheet flying to the thing and beheading it in an instant.

"Kid...Kid, look at me, hey, eyes on me" you are not crying, there's no blood anywhere and nothing seems to be missing, you seem more startled than anything else, but you listen to him, concentrated on him and his voice "Y/N, it's ok kid, I'm here"

Then it happens, you let it slip. "Thanks...thanks dad"

You feel him go tense, the hands-on your shoulders shake for a second and embarrassment comes crashing down on you, you are ready for him to yell or push you away and order you to see if the mold is still useful, but he pulls you close, patting your back like you never said anything.

There are days when you can hear him talking on the phone, his voice growing irritated, and his explosive temper getting worst.

You are curled up in the crawlspace that he turned into your room, listening to him talking with someone, he sounds exasperated and nervous. This time he takes longer to come out from his room, a new cigar in his mouth and hammer over his shoulder, usually, he would tell you that he's leaving for a couple of hours, this time he's just there, tapping his foot and sparing quick glances at you.

"Get your coat, we need to leave"

That's new...he never takes you with him to wherever he goes, but you don't feel like arguing and do as he says, slipping your boots on and grabbing your coat.

Heisenberg is unusually quiet this time, only the snow crunching under your feet make enough sound to fill in the void, he takes you farther from the village and into a rundown church, you can hear new voices and the unforgettable sounds of the lycans snarling.

Inside the candlelight is soft and cast strange shadows of the people already waiting inside. There's a woman in a white dress that probably towers over you, another lady dressed in black and her covered, she sits in a corner with a creepy doll on her lap, and finally, a shy man who battles to cover himself with the torn cloth of his jacket.

"Is this why mother Miranda called us? Did you brought a new toy and never informed her? what a bad dog you are Heisenberg"

"Non of your business, Dimitrescu" Karl does everything to keep you behind him, away from the doll or the twisted man, but especially from the woman, Dimitrescu as he called her.

From where you stood, you could see how beautiful and regal she is, sitting with grace and a sarcastic smile plastered on her face. Noticing you, she moved slightly to get a better look, narrowing her eyes, making you feel small and like food. Before she can't even speak the sound of feathers caught your attention, giving Karl enough time to guide you to one of the pews, making you take a seat beside him.

The four adults greeted the new woman, the infamous mother Miranda, you have heard about her in the village and through small stories shared by the Duke, but mostly, you have heard Heisenberg curse the woman and call her every single name under the sun.

"Usually I wouldn't care for what my children do in their dominions, but, Karl, I must say I'm disappointed in you...to hide this child and avoid telling us?"

"I apologize, Miranda, the right opportunity never came" ooooh he's pissed

"I say you take his toy, Mother Miranda, and if possible, give me that lovely lady to me?" at that your gut twist uncomfortably, it's been some time since you were...addressed like that

"Excuse me?" Heisenberg cocks his head to the side, looking at Dimitrescu over his shades "Are you talking about my SON?"

"YOUR SON?! Don't make laugh, child, I can smell the sweet maiden blood running through her veins, that's a lady not one of your dirty lycans"

"And you are bitch no matter how well you dress!"

"ENOUGH!" Miranda's voice breaks them apart, everyone looking at her "Care to elaborate, Heisenberg?"

Karl takes a second to take a drag from his cigar and blow a cloud of some into the air "I found Y/N here, they fought hard to survive and I took them in, just like Alcina, and her lovely daughters...I decided it was my time to have a child of my own"

"That doesn't change the fact that you brought an outsider and didn't inform mother, and now you are trying to do what exactly? have...them...play house with you?"

"Lady Dimitrescu, that's enough" she's looking at you, mother Miranda in staring, and Heisenberg as a hand on your back, suddenly you are hyper-aware of everything, the sounds and smells, the movements each person in the room does, the way the candles flicker "I allow it, may this never happen again, Heisenberg. Next time there will be consequences"

You feel like passing out after that, the screams of Dimitrescu and the doll get drown by the ringing in your ears, everything keeping you together is Heisenberg's hand on yours cursing up a storm as he pulls you along with him.

The cold air feeling nice against your burning skin.

"Kid? I think you are ready" you are halfway through the trek back to the factory when he speaks again

"Ready for what?"

"To be introduced to the Heisenberg family true work, of course! What kind of father I would be if I don't involve you in our family's business"

You trip with your feet hearing him say that, so...he meant it? what he said in the church...that you are his son?

"Come on Y/N, I won't go easy on you because you are my kid now, quick quick"

Catching up to him is easy and you feel at peace when one of his arms wraps around you, he begins to talk about how many things he's gonna teach you and how exciting is to have a young mind to shape.

For the first time, you are eager to get back home.

[sluttbuttsstuff]

So what if Bruno used his zipper for other things....

Pairing: Bruno x Reader, Giorno x reader

(Giorno’s Don, everyone’s alive! AU)

warnings: not sfw, cucking (on both ends???), dubcon, cheating, zipper play, chastity, threeway, anal, femdom, everyone is 18+, afab reader, sorry this is so rushed and sloppy etc)

Imagine Darling is with Bruno, but Giorno is still interested in them.  Giorno kisses Darling’s hand in greeting while looking directly at Bruno, he offers gifts like flowers and jewelry, and insists on putting them on for darling.

Bruno, being the  possessive yandere he is, can’t defy his capo, but he’s also petty and does everything he can to keep darling just for him. He leaves hickeys on your neck, gets “caught” kissing/making out with you by Giorno, and always keeps some part of his body on you whenever in the Don’s presence.  Bruno’s jealousy gets worse and worse, and puts a strain on your relationship, until....

  Bruno and Giorno have silent glare battles whenever Giorno makes Darling go on missions with Giorno, or worse, when Giorno makes Bruno go alone, and Darling stays with Giorno at the base.  It’s been happening more and more often lately, and today, the dam finally breaks.  

As you’re passing some papers for Giorno to fill out, he grabs your hand and pulls you into his lap, surprisingly strong for someone who spends most of his time handling the paperwork of Passione.  He slides the ring Bruno had put on your finger the other night, and kisses you hard, even while you struggle and thump at his chest to breathe.

Giorno is nothing if not persistent, however, and holds you against the desktop face down, while he bites over and around the marks Bruno left before leaving for his mission today.  You protest, trying to explain you’re in love with Bruno without getting off-ed by the Don in a fit of rage.   Giorno merely counter-protests with the unfortunate truth:  you’ve been eyeing him just as much as he’s been watching you.  The way you bit your lip as he braided his hair the other morning, your thighs clenching in anticipation at a slip of his chest when he leaned down over his desk.  He’s seen it all, and he’s not convinced you don’t have any interest in him.

He says this all while pulling off your clothing-when you still put up resistance, he merely turns them into plants and snakes and other things.  As he pulls apart your legs, and lowers his face  to see you, that’s when he notices:

Where your pussy lips should be wet and spread open for him, are zipped up by Sticky fingers.  Like a personal chastity belt, one that only Bucellati could create, your folds are closed tightly, impenetrable by anyone other than Bruno, yourself included.  Giorno isn’t sure whether he’s frustrated or amused; Bruno’s always been a sharp one, and for once he’s managed to outplay even Giorno.

A few possibilities from here:

One: making due with what few options he has, he decides to go ahead and simply use your mouth, fucking your throat until you can’t breathe and taking his frustrations out on you.  

“How could you let him do that to you, y/n?  You definitely should’ve come to me, I would’ve made him unzip you, and fucked you in front of him as revenge.  Wouldn’t that be fun? Making your beloved Bruno squirm as he watches us make love as punishment for his jealousy?  If i were in his position, i would pay people to fuck you whenever i had to be away on work, just so i made sure you were happy and satisfied <3”  Giorno tortures you with dirty talk while he keeps you on your knees under his desk, unable to come and desperate- waiting for Bruno to come back so they can have a little talk.

Two: Giorno isn’t one to accept fate, he’s determined to get you and himself off while Bruno’s gone, even if it means getting a little creative.  He pulls out a vibrator from his desk he was planning on using on you. He pulls you back onto his lap and grinds his dick against the ribbed metal constricting your folds. It feels nice, but it’s not enough, so he slots the vibe in between your dick and pussy.  The vibration hits through the zipper, and stimulates your clit and vulva even if they’re sealed tight.  It feels good on the head of Giorno’s dick too, and your uncontrolled dry humping does a lot for him as well.  It takes longer, but when you both finally orgasm it lasts longer than a normal one, and leaves you feeling all fuzzy.  You fall asleep in his arms and Giorno waits for Bruno to come back.

Three: Depending on how kind/sanitary Bruno is feeling, he may have left your asshole unzipped and ripe for the taking.  If that’s the case, Giorno bends you over the desk, lubes you up, and fucks your asshole.  Giorno thought this was something the two of you would save for later down the line, but he’s happy with the pace you’re going.  If it really bothers you that much, or you can’t come, Giorno’s happy to let you have a turn fucking his ass with a strapon, but before that you both need to have a chat with Bruno…

Four: Sensing that someone is messing with his stand’s handiwork, Bruno rushes back to you, and walks into you and Giorno in the office.  Demanding an explanation, and ready to throttle Giorno, the Don reminds Bruno of the position that he is in.  If Bruno can trust Giorno to control the Passione mob, why can’t he trust Giorno with his darling?  So, Bruno allows Giorno to fuck darling, but only if he can watch, and only if Bruno’s in charge.  Bruno tells Giorno all of your sweet spots, and when you try to protest and take some form of control, he simply zips your mouth shut and forces you onto Giorno’s dick.  Right when you’re so close, Bruno tells Giorno to pull out, before you’re able to cum.  Frustrated sexually, Bruno unzips your mouth and makes you beg for his dick, and then fucks you until you come at least three times in front of Giorno.

Five:  Giorno tries to convince Bruno to let him fuck you, but Bruno says the only way he’s getting to see Darling’s pussy is if Giorno watches Bruno fuck it in front of him.  So, Giorno relents, because in truth, he really does love and respect Bruno, and doesn’t want to ruin their friendship over this.  Bruno fucks you in front of Giorno, telling him about what turns you on and what the two of you have done, even in the base and Giorno’s office.  Eventually, Bruno manages to get both you and him to cum, and zips your pussy up with his cum, and makes you suck off Giorno.

Six: The Jobros are able to put their differences aside, and fuck you together, especially because you asked nicely for it.  They each take a turn with your mouth and pussy, and are even able to double penetrate you at the end and make you squirt.  Everyone talks about their feelings, and an agreement is reached, followed by cuddles

*Bonus Round*:  Darling has had enough of these boys trying to control your pussy, and decides to domm the hell out of both these boys.  You’re able to get the drop on giorno, force him onto the ground and jerk him off and finger him, but only when he starts behaving and acting nice.  Bruno comes back, and is a bit shocked (and hurt) to see you and him messing around.  You manage to stand up for yourself, convince Bruno to take off the zipper, and have a heart to heart about trust and boundaries.  You then make him zip off his own dick and fuck yourself with it, and make Bruno cum.  Since he left a mess, you get him to lick you clean, only for Giorno to recover and help him give you oral.  Then, because you’re in an evil mood, you decide to use Bruno’s unzipped dick on Giorno while Giorno fucks Bruno.  And, because they’re good boys and learned to behave, you let them fuck you both one last time :)

I have all these possible ideas, and yet I can't write any of them for shit :/ If any of the scenarios seem popular, i might give it another go, for now, enjoy this :,) !

[yandere-daydreams]

Kinktober - Day Nineteen

Prompt: Somnophilia

Pairing: Beelzebub/Reader & Belphegor/Reader (Obey Me)

TW: Non-Con, AFAB!Reader, Non-Consensual Touching, Slight Cockwarming, Orgasm Denial, Thigh-Riding, Dehumanization, and Unfortunate Implications.

You honestly weren’t sure why the twins bothered having separate beds.

They didn’t always get along, you’d been chained to them long enough to know that. Beelzebub could be inconsiderate, with his passive approach and his questionable priorities, and Belphegor was either abrasive, stand-offish, or aggressive. No, they didn’t always get along, and yet, they always ended up in the same bed by the time the sun rose, whether it was Belphegor falling onto Beelzebub’s after hauling himself back to their room in the middle of the night or Beelzebub waking up from an all-too-realistic nightmare and seeking out his closest brother for comfort. One way or another, they slept together, they always slept together.

Which means you always slept with them, too.

It was bad enough to just have Belphegor latched onto you, his head burrowed in your chest and his legs tangled with yours, but it was torture to have Beelzebub block out your only means of escape, slotting himself against your back and burying his face in your hair, one arm folded under his head and the other draped over your midriff. It was too warm, even without a sheet. They were too close, even if neither demon was trying particularly hard to pin you down. It was suffocating. You’d already tried squirming, writhing against Belphegor in hopes of dislodging yourself from his loose grip, but all you’d done was make things worse for yourself.

Because now, he was holding you even tighter, his nails digging into your sides, threatening to draw blood whenever you shifted. You could feel hot breath ghosting over your collarbone, the pointed edges of his teeth nearly making contact with your skin every time his lips parted.

Because now, he was grinding on you.

You cursed under your breath, making a half-hearted attempt to push him away. It must’ve been a dream, a repressed thought, something that spurred him to hump your thigh like a bitch in heat as soon as he wasn’t conscious enough to feel ashamed about it. The rough fabric of his boxers was already irritating you, but it was preferable to having no barrier at all. As long as he could get himself off quickly, quietly, you’d survive. As long as Beelzebub didn’t--

“Are you still awake, (Y/n)?”

Fuck.

There was a rustle from somewhere behind you, a slight dip in the mattress, and then Beelzebub chuckled, looking over the situation with a tired grin and half-lidded eyes. With a hollow thud, he fell back into place, pressing his chest against your back and kissing the top of your head, the gesture much too affectionate for what you already knew he'd say next. “He used to do this all the time, when we were kids,” Beelzebub explained, his voice heavy, trailing into a yawn as he settled against you. “It’s cute, right? Belphie’s always had really vivid dreams… He used to sleep-talk, too. Keep me and Lilith up for hours, when he got into it.”

It might’ve been cute. It might’ve been ironic, if nothing else, if his hand wasn’t already trailing downward, rubbing a slow, comforting circle into your thigh before finding your panties, thick fingers trailing over your covered slit. It was a lazy sort of affection, meant for efficiency more than pleasure, but that didn’t stop the heat pooling in your core or the blood rushing past your ears, your body already trained to know exactly where this was going. “Beel,” You tried, grabbing his forearm. He didn’t seem bothered, though, only leaning over to kiss your cheek as he cupped your cunt. “I just- It’s already pretty late, and I don’t know if I can do this--”

“You don’t have to do anything.” You felt him frown, contemplatively, pausing for a moment before your panties were pushed to the side completely. “I’m just helping out Belphie. He’ll be really happy in the morning, trust me.”

Usually, Beelzebub was the gentler of the two. He liked to take his time, he liked to have your slick staining his chin as kneeled between your legs, he liked for you to be prepared to take him, if only so you’d cry a little less when he finally decided to fuck you. That might’ve been why it hurt so much, despite the wet, audible clicks that filled the room as he forced two fingers through your tight entrance. Beelzebub was supposed to be the nice one. Beelzebub was supposed to be the kind one. He wasn’t supposed to hurt you, not for his own entertainment, not for himself.

But this wasn’t for himself, was it?

It was for Belphegor.

His digits curled, spreading apart, stretching you in a way that made you push your shoulders forward and forget about Belphegor’s frantic thrusts, your mind suddenly on that soft, sensitive spot inside of you, the one Beelzebub was petting and prodding and abusing, like a wild animal that couldn’t decide whether or not it wanted to behave. He didn’t have to cover your mouth, you took care of that on your own, biting down on the edge of your hand as a dozen different kinds of mewls and whimpers threatened to escape. There wasn’t a technique, a strategy - there never was, with Beelzebub. The heel of his palm ground against your clit, his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, but all of it was messy, reflexive, careless. It shouldn’t have felt good, it shouldn’t have felt like anything, but it did. It did, and you hated him for it.

There was a gentle peck to the back of your neck, one that lingered far past its welcome, and without warning, his free hand snaked under your over-sized shirt, groping and pinching at your chest, doing just enough to make the pulsing in your cunt unbearable. You clenched your eyes shut, forcing yourself to go rigid, but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from bucking into his hand, from trying to get him to go deeper, to move faster, to do something that’d push you over the edge. For a moment, it even worked, an airy sigh barely reaching your ears as he drew your hips flush against his, as the pressure mounted and he added another finger and, and, and…

And he pulled away, leaving your whining and clenching around nothing as he wiped your own slick on your stomach, keeping a strong arm around your torso as he reached past you. You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to look, not as something hotter, something bigger than Beelzebub’s fingers pushed into your cunt, not as Belphegor went still and melted into you, and not as Beelzebub laid back down, thoroughly satisfied with his work.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You weren’t sure what you might’ve said, but you knew it wouldn’t have made a difference. Not one that would’ve mattered, anyway.

They were brothers, after all. They were twins.

Clearly, nothing good would ever come out of trying from get between them.

[vanillafrog]

The Act of Control Among Other Things

Pairing: Din Djarin/You/Ezra

Summary: Sleeping with both Ezra and Din since meeting them, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with the both of them. You often found yourself daydreaming about being in control of them.

Word Count: 3080

Warnings: SMUT!!! afab reader, threesomes for the spice, oral and vaginal sex, blindfolds, handjobs, femdom? the reader is in charge

A/N: Not sorry.

Since Ezra had joined your little ragtag crew, things in the Razor Crest had gotten pretty interesting. Whenever Din would leave for a bounty, you and Ezra would be all alone. There was nothing better to do than to learn each other’s bodies. Then Din would come back, lock you away in his bunk for a number of hours before he emerged. You would be under the covers catching your breath. 

It was like that for months and it was something you never saw for yourself but you would lie to say if you wouldn’t miss it if you had to leave. But there was one thought echoing in your mind, screaming louder and louder as the days passed. What if you had them at the same time? 

Your mind would conjure up images of him in front of you, just wanting to please you. Maybe Ezra would kiss up Din’s neck, licking a stripe over his beskar covered cheek. You squeezed your thighs together at the thought. 

Ezra climbed up to the cockpit to find you staring off in the forested area around you. He observed how your thighs your clenched and your breathing was labored. With a cocky smirk, he sauntered up behind you. 

“What are you thinking of, flower?” You startled out of your thoughts and spun the chair around to see him. 

“What?” Ezra just grinned harder. His fingers tilted your head up to look at him. 

“Little flower, I asked what you were thinking about?” You stared at him wide eyed, not saying anything. “Were you think of our beskar clad companion fucking into that sweet, wet cunt? Or mayhaps, you were dreaming of my face buried between your thighs?” Your breathing picked up. When you tried to turn your face away from him, he held onto your tighter. 

Ezra leaned forward, his lips brushing against yours. You shuttered against him. He just chuckled in response before dragging his lips across your cheek to your ear. 

“Or were you dreaming of us fucking you, filling you full of cock at the same time?” A moan tore through your throat before you could stop it. Ezra laughed in victory.

He pulled away from you completely. You catch yourself for you fell forward, not realizing how you had leaned into him. He planted his hands on his hips as his dark eyes stared down at you. 

“If that was only the case, I feel like you would’ve said something, no? You are quite vocal about what you want.” If your brain was working at full capacity, you would wipe that devious smirk off his face. “I wonder what thoughts can ever cause you to silence yourself away from us.” 

The floor suddenly became way more interesting than the man in front of you. It’s not like you were shameful of your desires. You never would but there were some things you knew better than to mention. They are mucho men after all. You doubt they would let you be in the control of the both of them.

A hiss from the hull announced Din’s arrival. Your head snapped up to look at Ezra. You could practically see the plan forming in his head. 

“Oh Mando!” He yelled out. You jumped up stop him from talking. “Come up here-“ Your hand cut off his sentence but it was too late. You could hear Din as he began to climb the latter. The two of them ganging up against you will surely cause you to fold. 

Din appeared in the cockpit to be brought to the sight of you pressed up against Ezra, your hand slapped over his big mouth. 

“You got him to stop talking?” His modulated voice scratched pleasantly at your ears. “Good job.” 

Ezra pulled your hand away from his mouth. When you tried to cover his mouth again, he spun you around and grabbed your wrists behind your back with one of his own. You tried to struggle but there was no point, your fate was sealed. 

“Our little lover here has been keeping some of their lovely little fantasies from us and refuses to share.” Din tilted his head to the side. “I was hoping that you would like to assist me in making them speak.” You whimpered and you knew that was when Din caught onto what was happening.

"You're keeping secrets?" Din crowded in your space, his body heat radiated from behind his armor. You quickly shook your head. His gloved hand yanked your head back by your hair. "No? Then why don't you tell us what you want?" 

"N-nothing." Din gave you a warning pull. "I- um- well..." There were times where you wish Din didn't wear a helmet. It's easier to gauge a reaction or response, anything from someone who showed their face. Then again, sometimes you had a hard time getting a read on Ezra but that might be because there were a few screws loose. 

You mumbled. Ezra blew into your ear as Din forced your body into Ezra's. "Don't be shy on us, scream your fantasies out for Keeva to hear." Ezra ground his hips in your ass. He was so hard, you couldn't help but rock back into him. "Perhaps your wish will be granted." "I want to fuck both of you at the same time," you said louder though not by much. 

"Is that all?" Din sounded almost bored. It instantly annoyed you. "You want us to fuck your mouth and cunt?" 

"No," you found your voice. Just had to get a little pissed to do so but you did. "I want to be the one in charge of your both." 

The cockpit fell silent. It was expected for Din not to bother with a response but Ezra being quiet worried you. Did you just fuck up? 

Ezra grabbed your arms, forcing you to spin to stare at him. His pupils were blown out making his already dark eyes impossibly black. He kissed you with a hunger that threatened to consume. Your back pressed into the cold beskar covered Din's chest. The chilling bite kept you present. 

When Ezra pulled away, he looked up to meet Din's visor. You felt Din nod behind you before they both stepped away from you. Din grabbed your wrist gently as he pulled you to the latter. Without hesitation, you followed him into the hull. You could hear Ezra following close behind. 

"You sure you want us both, cyar'ika?" You smiled up at him and nodded. "You want to tell us what to do?" He gently caressed your cheek.

"More than anything," you responded. Din nodded before stepping away. Ezra moved to stand in front of him. He looked like a cat who caught the canary. "Even the most darling of flowers have thorns it would seem." A laugh bubbled up in you that you couldn't help but let out. "I am more than glad to kneel at your altar. You are a goddess divine." You rolled your eyes at him before taking a deep breath. 

With them standing side by side, it was hard not to compare the two. Ezra was joyful, talkative and behind all of that charm, you knew there was something dark. Din, on the other hand, was solemn, didn't talk unless needed and under that protective coating, he was a gentle man. 

"Kneel." As the word left your mouth, Ezra instantly complied. Din hesitated for a moment before following suit. You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face. This was going to be so much fun. "Are you guys going to be good for me?" 

"Darling, I would shape the universe just to orbit around your sun." Din sighed at Ezra while he nodded in response. 

You hummed before opening DIn's bunk to rummage through the sheets. Their stares burned into your back as you searched. It took longer than necessary but you found the scrap piece of fabric Din made for you when you both first became intimate. 

"I'm going to put this on you, Ezra, okay?" He eagerly nodded and opened his mouth to speak. You shoved two fingers between his lips before he could speak. "Don't talk unless I say so, pretty boy." Ezra held eye contact with you as he began to suck on your fingers. 

You watched hypnotized as how his lips looked wrapped around your digits. From experience, you already knew his mouth could work wonders. The only time he didn't talk was when his mouth was full.

Din's visor was aimed at where Ezra sucked on your fingers when you looked over at him. He looked captivated. His hard length twitched against the canvas of his pants. You wondered briefly if he was fantasizing about Ezra's lips wrapped around his cock like you were.

You pulled your fingers out of Ezra's mouth with a pop. Without a second thought, you wiped the salvia down Din's chin. A cackle escaped the modulator. It sounded almost like a choked moan. 

Slowly, you walked behind Ezra. You carded your fingers through his hair, enjoying how soft his brown locks felt. He practically began to purr for you. If you knew Ezra was this easy, you would've done this awhile ago. 

"Is this good?" You asked Ezra after tying the blindfold behind his head. He nodded in response. "Such a good boy for not speaking, you caressed his cheek from behind. You looked over at Din and contemplated what to do next. 

There was only one blindfold and you weren't allowed to see Din's face. But part of you really wanted to see them kiss, to have your two lovers in the same type of embrace they would have with you. You stood in front of Din and began to remove his pauldron as you thought over what to do. 

"Have either of you been with a man before?" Din shook his head as Ezra giggled. You shot him a glare before you realized he couldn't see. "Have you Ezra?" 

"More than a handful, my flower." You grabbed his chin and pulled him over to where Din was. 

"I didn't say you could talk." He opened his mouth to complain but you interrupted him. "Maybe we should put that mouth to some better use." You discarded Din's shoulder guards before gesturing him to stand. He instantly followed your orders like a good soldier. "Free yourself." Din didn't need to be told twice. He ripped open his and nearly torn his zipper to do as you said. 

His cock bobbed free and he grunted at the release of pressure. You lightly trailed your fingers over it. He whimpered. 

Grasping Ezra's hair, you positioned him in front of Din. For a second, you didn't do anything more than stare into the blankness of Din's armor. You waited for his consent for continuing, never in a million years did you want to make him uncomfortable. After a second, he nodded at you.

"Suck," you yanked Ezra forward to where his lips brushed against the head of Din's cock. Immediately Ezra shallowed Din to the back of his throat. He gagged but that didn't stop him from bobbing his head along Din's length. 

You brushed your free fingers across Ezra's stretched lips. He looked even better than you imagined he would. Din growled, fisting his hands to stop himself from fucking in Ezra's mouth. You removed your hand from Ezra's hair to pull of Din's balls, he let out a spew of curse words in both Basic and Mando'a. The leather of his gloves creaked under pressure. 

"You want Din to fuck your mouth baby?" Ezra moaned around Din. He did his nod with a mouthful of cock. "Go ahead, Din, he wants you too. Fuck his mouth like you fuck mine." Din buried his hands into Ezra's hair as he began to hammer into his mouth. The hull filled with the sounds of Din's moans and the wet sounds from where Ezra was being fucked. You slapped around Ezra's hand when you saw him try to relieve himself. 

"Don't touch what's mine, pretty boy." You heard a muffled moan as you rubbed Ezra's cock over the strained pants. "Din stop." He whined but halted. His length throbbed in Ezra's mouth as his thighs twitched. Everything in him begged to continue, he was getting so close. 

Pulling Ezra off of Din, you wiped at the spit covering his chin. He looked so pretty. His lips red and swollen, the blindfold damp with his tears. There was even a slight sheen to his skin. You caressed Ezra's cheek for a split second before pushing him onto his back. 

"Go sit against the wall, Din." You pointed over toward the open bunk. Din listened. "I want you to watch me ride Ezra and you can't touch yourself." He nodded, digging his hands into his thigh guards. Ezra let out a low moan under you.

You worked on freeing him from his pants. Ezra just laid motionless under you. He was completely under your control to use however you wanted and you planned on doing just that. Using him like the little fuck toy he was.

Once Ezra was freed from his pants, you stood back up and striped off your clothes slowly. You decided to give Din a little show while making Ezra learn a little something about delayed gratification. Din's visor shamelessly trailed over your naked form, something he had seen a million times but never seemed to get enough of. 

You wondered if his fascination with your bare body stemmed purely from lust if there was another reason behind it. Something to do with his constant covering that he barely ever shed. Maybe one day you'll ask him about it when Ezra wasn't around.

Kneeling on top of Ezra, you let your hands roam over his shirt covered chest. Part of you was disappointed about not getting him naked but another part of you was too eager to continue to worry about it. He sighed as you massaged his abdomen muscle. For a while, you just trailed your hands over Ezra while looking up at Din through your eyelashes. 

Finally, you grabbed Ezra's cock, he let out a hiss. You kept eye contact with Din as you lowered yourself onto Ezra. Your mouth hung open as you got used to the intrusion. No matter how wet you were (and you were soaking) without foreplay, it always took a couple of moments to get used to Ezra inside of you. 

Din moaned with Ezra when you bottomed out. You rocked your hips, Ezra rolled his side to the side. His neck sweaty from his struggle to hold back. You leaned forward, leaning at his neck before leaning up and beginning to ride Ezra with a brutal pace. 

Ezra set his hands on your thighs for purchase but you stopped. He whined. 

"Hold his hands down, Din." Din kneeled over Ezra's head, holding the man's hands against his body. Din's cock twitched at Ezra's moan when you started bouncing again. 

"Do you wish this was you I was riding?" You were breathless as you worked yourself. A growl came out of the modulator as your answer. Your hands planted onto Din's shoulder's, pulling his closer to you so you could use him as leverage. 

Broken little moans started to pour out of your mouth. You were too worked up. "Fuck his mouth." Din pulled both of Ezra's wrists into one hand as the other man opened his mouth up. "Ezra is such a little cock slut." The moan that left Ezra was cut off by Din shoving his dick into his mouth. "He's just a little fuck toy." You grabbed one of Ezra's hands from Din. 

You doubted Din even noticed as he pounded Ezra's face. His groans harmonized with the clapping of skin. Guiding Ezra's hand to where you met, he instantly found your clit and began to rub you to your orgasm.

Your high pitched moan triggered Din's orgasm. He spilled into Ezra's mouth with a long groan, his hips stuttering as he throbbed. You stopped bouncing as Ezra rode out your high. It felt like a supernova went off inside you. You could barely process anything out of your orgasmic high. 

Din pulled out of Ezra's mouth and Ezra began to gasp for breath. He was throbbing inside you, so close to finishing when you pulled off. 

"Please, please, fuck don't-" Ezra began to plead nonsense. "Stand up." Ezra scrambled up with wobbly legs. Din stayed kneeling on the ground, too tired to move. You turned him around so he was facing Din. "I want you to come on Din's helmet." Din's spent cock twitched at the thought. You hid your feral quick behind Ezra as you began to pump his cock. 

You reveled in the high pitched moans Ezra let escape his mouth knowing only you could get him this worked up. Maybe it was a pride thing that made you want these men like this but damn if it didn't boast your ego. 

Your bare chest rubbed up Ezra's back as you stood. He throbbed violently in his hand. It felt almost like he was trying to hold back from cumming too soon. You tugged the blindfold from his head as you whispered in his ear, "Cum for me, sweet boy." 

His hips jerked into your hand as spurts of cum landed over Din. Droplets of Ezra's cum dripped down his visor, leaving a white trial. Ezra kept fucking into your fist until a jolt of over sensitivity rolled through him. He leaned back into you while he tried to catch his breath. 

You let go of Ezra's cock and wiped some cum from Din's visor. "You look good like this." Sucking your finger clean, you led Ezra over to his cot where he immediately laid down and passed out. Even in his sleep he wasn't quiet. Loud snores escaped him and you smiled at him. 

Din stood up awkwardly. He didn't know what to do with himself.

"You did such a good job too, baby boy." Din nodded before going to the refresher to clean off his helmet. 

As you gathered up your clothes you wondered if they would let you do this again. It was more than obvious that enjoyed it and maybe, just maybe, you could get Din to fuck Ezra as you sat on his face.

[hoeforpoeanddin]

NSFW Alphabet: Poe Dameron

Poe Dameron x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: NSFW so begone underage peeps. Mention of breeding kink and pregnancy

AN: Happy May the 4th! May the force be with ya kids. NSFW under the cut! Also I curse a lot.

Masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very cuddly when y’all are at the base. After cleaning you up, he cleans himself and you two cuddle in bed, if you two have the time to do so. Sweet words, so many kisses and lots of touches are incorporated.

If y’all just had a quickie and Poe has to bounce, he’d give you so many kisses and as he runs to the door, he’d tell you that he’d miss you and everything. If it’s you who’s gotta go, Poe would be giving you them puppy eyes, silently begging you not to leave.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He KNOWS that he’s got a nice bootay. Oh he does. But he’s proud of his arms too, especially when you put your hand on them.

On you, everything. But if he has to pick, he’d definitely go with your ass/hip/thighs area. Love how they feel pressed against his body, under his hands and with his lips. To kiss though, he loves your neck. If he could, he’d munch on it forever. nom nom eat up Poe Dameron

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ideally, he would like to cum inside you. The intimacy of feeling his cum in you is addicting. Watching your hole filled with his release satisfies something primal in him and he could stare at it forever. At the same time, he doesn’t mind going down on you after he emptied his balls into you. Tasting the result of you and his lovemaking doesn’t gross him out.

After returning from a mission where he couldn’t really take care of himself, he’d cum thick and a lot. On those occasions, he’d love to cum on your face or chest to brand you, if you are into that.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not so much a secret because it’s obvious and you’ve noticed it already, but he LOVES to stare at the part you two are connected. A visual reminder of the closeness of you two, how well you’re taking him and how wet you two are. He loves all of it and he’d tell you.

Also, he would love to fuck you in a meeting. But even the risk of getting caught is too high for this adrenaline loving flyboy, so he just fantasizes about it. Or settles with fingering you in one.

As a former spice runner, he knows what spices can do to you so he definitely wants to try some with you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows that he’s doing and he does it well because of the past experiences he’d had, whether that be one night stances, FWB relationships, or past relationships.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that he gets to see your face, cup your cheeks and kiss you, HE LOVES. Missionary, spread eagle, cowgirl and the list goes on. He would like to stare into your eyes and see how desperate you are. Whispering dirty things into your ears, leaving marks on your neck and collarbone, and just… feeling you, that’s important to him.

But there’s no point in denying that he doesn’t appreciate doggy. He loves you ass.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very. Humorous. He’d tease you, kind of make a joke of you being cock dumb and stuff. Sometimes, he jokingly bites you, leaves a random mark on your stomach, and tickles you with his scruff, just to lighten up the mood. He is serious enough but not too serious during the moment.

Though when you two were separated for a certain period of time, there’s no time for him to be goofy. He’d be desperate for the first round, all serious and want to be physically and emotionally reunited, and in sync with you. After the first round, he’ll crack some jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Manscaping may not be the most prioritized thing for Poe at the moment, but he tries to take care of it for you. He won’t be clean shaven though, that’s just too time consuming to maintain it and he likes some hair down there, especially when your nose nuzzles into it during a blowjob.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Being intimate and romantic is owned and copyrighted by Poe Dameron. He’d kiss you, worship you, praise you, touch every inch of your skin and try to convey all the emotions he has for you through sex. Physical proximity is a must for Poe. So he would be just talking, dirtily obviously, and touching and kissing you. Constantly. Only during sex, you two can forget about the galaxy and he wants to show that he’s 100% focused on you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he’s away on a mission, yes. He jerks off. He may find some pornographic materials to help him or try to think of you. When you two are physically together? Hello mutual masturbation, Poe called and wants to book you for the weekend.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As mentioned in E = Experience, he’s experienced. But he actually is not-too-crazily-kinky-but-experienced, so he may not whip out a handmade sex machine on you but he’s done the basics and some advanced shit.

He definitely has praise kink. This boy is a cocky hoe. He loves getting compliments and being reminded that he’s good to you. But let’s flip the table. He loves to praise the hell out of you, tell you how well you’re taking him and stuff. He just wants to be a good boi for ya.

Dry humping and rubbing too. He just likes to make sure that you know that he’s horny and how hard he is. For him, it’s not teasing, it’s a way of showing how needy he is but to you, it feels unfair. You want him inside you but you can’t deny the appeal of them.

He’s a verse, leaning more towards top but please, top him. He wants you to take control too. Loves it when you ride him and control his orgasm, telling him that he needs to be a good boy to get his reward and he’ll do his best to please you.

Once the war is over and your friends start to get married and have kids, he’d have a full-blown breeding kink. Creampie all the way. Would he get a plug? Yes. Would you slightly judge him for it? Yes. Would you still love him? Fuck yes. Would Poe use it on you? ABSOLUTELY.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ooh. He loves thrills, adrenaline rushes and taking risks. So. In his X-Wing, the Falcon, a semi-secluded storage room, an empty room, anywhere that he gets to say “Be quiet baby, someone’s gonna see you getting fucked hard, you wouldn’t want that, do ya?” but really wants you to scream and let the whole base know that he’s fucking you that good, would be his favorite places.

But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t appreciate loving you in your, his or you two’s quarters. It’s almost like a sanctuary to him, to forget about the world and the burdens you two carry for a moment and indulge in each other. But you two may be too loud, your neighbors might hate y’all and bang on the wall. Is that really private? Not sure. Does Poe care? He pretends to but actually he doesn’t. It just shows how good he is at making you feel good.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Not to be too cheesy and stuff, but anything you do. You flashed a smile at him when you saw him at the cantina? He wants to drag you into an empty room and rail you. You working hard and being serious? He wants to help you relax by eating you out.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that accompanies excessive pain. Spanking may be okay but leaving you a scar, drawing some blood or straight up punching you, he can’t. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Won’t complain when you’re offering, in fact he loves it when you go down on him. When you seem to enjoy stuffing your mouth with his dick, he’s ready to cum hard. BUT. Poe is a pleaser. He loves to see his partner going crazy with his tongue and mouth, so he’d like to stay between your thighs forever. If you don’t feel like receiving his enthusiastic oral, he’d be terrified that he’s done something wrong but once you explain that you’re just not up for it for whatever reasons, he’ll respect you and your body but will miss drinking you up.

Ride his face. Sit on his face. He’d hold onto your thighs and will lap whatever you give him till you beg him to stop. He might cum if you stay on his face long enough.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and sensual is his thing. Busy schedule is a prerequisite of being a pilot. So he may have to be quick but will make it heartfelt and sexy for you too.

But when you two have some time to indulge, HE WOULD GO SO DAMN SLOW YOU WILL BE BEGGING FOR A RELEASE. He likes to take time to show you how much he appreciates and cares about you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Look outside. There’s a war going on. Quickies are a part of your sex life. Neither of you mind them but Poe would say “Maker, I wish I could just be in bed with you, fucking you till morning right now.” that kind of stuff. He just wants to be with you. But hey, whenever he hoisted you up against the wall or a door, he seems to be living the moment.

Post-war quickies are rare but Poe loves the thrill and adrenaline of them, he’d definitely squeeze a quick fuck before you or him go into a meeting or mission.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

YES, HE LIVES FOR TAKING RISKS. I’ve been saying and I hate redundancy. Anyways, he wouldn’t hesitate trying something out that he heard or read about. When you bring up something you’d like to try, he’d be VERY pleased and eager to test it out immediately.

Please refer to L = Location as for risky locations that Poe is into.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two rounds in a row, with a break, he can go a couple more. He can last long enough to make you cum with his dick.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He had a couple in the past but when he joined the Resistance, he gave up on them. Now he’s with you, when he goes on a mission and sees some toys being sold, he’d definitely grab one or two. Obviously to use them on you but he wouldn’t mind you using them on him either!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Does he love to tease? Does he love to be unfair? A simple “yes” to those questions would be the biggest understatement of the year. Edging, teasing you, playfully denying orgasms, making you cum on his mouth for so many times yet refuses to fuck you with his dick, he’s creative with coming up with ways to tease you. When you’re whiny and begging, he goes crazy. He loves to see you being vocal and honest.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Vocal af. Grunting and moaning A LOT. Once he learns that you like it when he talks dirty, he will not SHUT THE FUCK UP. He’d definitely get turned on by how loud he is and how you’re enjoying it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Before you two became a thing, he accidentally saw your underwear because your pants hung too low and he jerked off to the image MULTIPLE TIMES. Also he loves to see you wearing his clothes. Remember that tunic thingy he only wore once in TFA? Borrow it. He’d snuggle into you and won’t leave your side. The shirt he rocked in TROS? Wear it. He’d tell you how hard he is and show you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Above average but not too crazy. Thicker than the average for sure. It’s a pretty cock and he knows it. Also his balls are big. Not pendulous, but big and fit in your hands nicely.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not as high as his younger self, but still high. Also he values sex not just as physical but also emotional and psychological act, so his desire to have you is pretty high. He wants to feel your pulses, body moving, breathing on his body and the warmth. He craves that. He wants a physical reminder that you’re with him, alive and well.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After making sure that you’re cleaned up and nice and cozy, you two would cuddle and he’d doze off fairly quickly. He wants to stay awake and see you fall asleep, but he’s tired. Let that boy sleep. He won’t fall asleep without you in his arms though. Or check Sleep with Poe Dameron Headcanons to read more about Poe sleeping with you. Shameless self-plug is my middle name.

[boltwrites]

this week has all the best kinks! i was too early last time so i'm sending it again but could you do sub!bolin x afab dom!reader with a fucking machine?

kinktober 2020 | this week’s list

A/N: oh here we go boys (this is another long one, so be prepared)

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so, you’ve definitely been introducing Bolin into kinkier shit at this point

you’ve been pegging him for ages now, and while in public he’s as sweet and loving and supportive as ever, in the bedroom, he feels like he can really open up with you and share that more submissive side of himself

so, you secretly ask Zhu Li for some help designing a fucking machine

you were a little disappointed that when you fucked Bolin, you couldn’t see his face all the time, since it was easiest to give it to him from behind. you wanted to be able to watch him come apart, and this seemed like the perfect idea

and you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Zhu Li could not only make one for you, but also wouldn’t tell a soul. she was in your book club - you two were tight, and she was more than willing to help

Bolin probably gets concerned at some point during the design and construction process because you keep taking “long shifts at work.” while he doesn’t think you’re cheating on him (at least, he fucking hopes you’re not) he is a little worried that he’s boring to you and that you would rather be out somewhere else instead of with him

in reality, you and Zhu Li are not only having a bunch of fun designing the contraption (”Y/n, I have to say, as much as I love Varrick - you’re so much easier to work with” Zhu Li laughed) but have started to add a bunch of extra features. not to mention the safety measures you two were installing so that you were positive you wouldn’t hurt Bolin

Bolin was like, a few days away from finally gathering the courage to confront you when you approached him - home early, before him - excited, bouncing on the balls of your feet

“hey, babe,” you grinned at him, giving him a little kiss as he entered. he was clearly shocked to see you

“hi?” he replied, a little confused. “I thought you were at work?”

“i took off early,” you replied, still grinning wide. “you know these past couple weeks? I haven’t actually been taking extra hours,” you admitted. “I’ve been working on something special for you”

Bolin immediately felt horrible for thinking otherwise “you have?” he asked, hopeful. his heart was probably flipping in his chest - he loved you very much, and he was so excited that you had done something with him in mind. 

“yeah. it’s in the bedroom,” you looked at him with lidded eyes, hoping he would get the message, and he blinked, quickly turning red. oh, so it was that kind of surprise. he shivered, even more excited now. what would have take you so long? “wanna see it?”

“yeah,” he mumbled, his voice a little softer, already anticipating his fall into subspace. you tugged him towards the bedroom

and when you opened the door - 

his jaw dropped

the machine itself was decently large. it, of course, had its own motor, which was around 2 feet on either side (we’re working with lok tech, remember?). it rested on an adjustable base so that the height could be corrected for any situation, and next to the machine, a remote rested on the bedside table. 

Bolin’s mouth fell open and he went absolutely beet red

“is that...”

“yeah,” you nodded, grinning broad. it already had the dildo you usually used on your strap attached to the machine, all ready for him

you waited a beat, and when Bolin didn’t say anything, you got concerned.

“Bo? is this... is this ok?” you asked, getting a little worried

he jumped like he had been shocked, still so red.

“no, no it’s - uh,” he tugged at the collar of his shirt “...when can we try it out?” he squeaked, his voice quiet

spirits, he was fucking adorable. you giggled, wrapping your arms around him in a big hug. you thought he would like it, but you were glad he was just as into it as you were

“whenever you want, baby” you mumbled, covering his face in little kisses. he made a soft noise, wrapping his arms around you 

“now?” he mumbled, grinding against you, and oh boy, he was hard. you were so fucking excited.

“yeah, let’s get it set up”

Bolin was just as interested in the machine itself as what it could do to him, so you had him help set up the scene - pulling the bench that you usually had at the bottom of the bed out, to be used as a platform to him to bend over on. you had him lay on it as you adjusted the machine, and he whimpered at the feeling of it, even through his clothes

you told him a little about it, told him how much you wanted to watch him fall apart, wanted to see him get fucked good from a different vantage point, and as you told him all these dirty things, he started breathing deeper, slipping further into it all

by the time he was finally naked and bent over the bench, the machine poised at his entrace, Bolin already prepped, you were breathing heavy too, spread out on the armchair on the other side of the room

“ready, baby?” you asked him, breathless. he looked at you with such lustful eyes - needy for it, as you watched his hips rock against the cushions on the bench

“yeah, please-” he mumbled, pressing his cheek into the bench and nuzzling into it. you gasped at just the look of him already - so ready and waiting

you turned the the machine onto its lowest setting, so that it could enter Bolin at first slowly, to make sure he was properly prepped

he moaned as it pressed into him, pressing back, canting his hips beautifully as the machine pressed into him and bottomed out. he moaned, so pretty, like when you fucked him, except this time, he eyed you from across the room, and you could see from his expression just how much he needed it

“i’m ready, please -” he begged, but his voice was still somewhat composed. it was your job to fix that. you grinned devious, leaning on your elbow as you kicked the machine into its base setting - a steady pace, one you’ve used on him before, one you know he likes. the machine whirred to life, fucking into him deep and without hesitation

Bolin screamed in pleasure, his jaw going slack as he grabbed at the fabric in front of him, searching for anything to give him some grip

“oh, fuck - Y/n-!” he moaned, his body practically vibrating as the machine fucked into him without pause. you looked at him, worry in your eyes

“Bo, green?” you asked, concerned. you were using one of the methods common in your play - green was an enthusiastic yes, yellow was a stop and re-evaluate, and red was a full stop “i’m done with sexy stuff for the night”

“Spirits, yes, more -” he keened at the end, the room filled with obscene noises as Bolin was fucked into the bench, his body tense as he was overstimulated - but he loved it. he had no control over the pace, no control at all, and it was hard and deep and he needed more, even though his nerves were on fire. he wanted more

“more?” you asked, a quirk to your grin as you turned the machine up a notch. while this was your typical pace, the machine didn’t have to worry about stupid things like stamina. the higher settings were paces you would never dream to keep going for more than maybe a minute, at most

“yes - ah!” Bolin arched hard when you turned up the dial, the machine fucking into him faster, and his mouth fell open, plastering him to the bench, unable to do anything but take it - unable to even rock his hips in time, just assaulted by sensation. he felt like jelly, and he needed - 

“more,” he moaned, and you could barely make his voice out. he was a mess - he was drunk on it, but he was clearly loving it, so you made the executive decision to do as he asked - and turned it up one more setting

“oh!” Bolin’s voice was knocked out of him as the machine pushed him harder into the bench, this setting not one that increased speed, but instead, power. Bolin moaned louder than you’d ever heard him, a cry that could have made you come just from how full of pure bliss it was. 

Bolin saw stars - he was close already, but this setting had him coming untouched, pressing his face into the cushions of the bench as he painted it, his grip almost ripping the upholstery

you saw him arch hard, then go limp, his body convulsing as the machine kept fucking him, and you turned the settings down to something slower, something you hoped would help ease him through his orgasm. Bolin keened soft at it, looking at you with such love as he thanked you with his eyes for being so attentive, and knowing exactly what he needed

he opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a low whine as he nuzzled into the bench. you grinned, carefully stopping the machine so that the toy would still be inside him as you stood up - your own legs wobbly just at the sight of him, to pet through his hair, lean down to kiss his forehead, his cheeks

“how was it?” you asked, gentle. Bolin moaned in response, his entire body slack

“great,” he mumbled, his voice cracking, but you could tell he was sincere. you showered him in kisses, before you started your aftercare routine. oh, you were very glad you had taken the time to make this for him

[angelicspaceprince]

Random Beetlejuice HCs.

Random Beetlejuice headcanons (there are some sad ones about how he died at the end of the SFT stuff, soz all). Also there is some stuff that is AFAB but not AMAB, I’ll work on that later. TW: Suicide, depression, self-harm talk.

SFT:

Is a hand holder. He needs to hold your hand whenever people are around to centre himself but also to show the world that you’re his and to just know that he is loved and to make sure you know you are loved

Really bad social skills and a horrid sense of personal space

Is a literal ball of anxiety and is a stimmer

Rocks in a ball when things ever overwhelming and flaps his hands when nervous

You get him a fidget toy that he uses so much it breaks within a month, so you have a steady supply at hand that he keeps in his pocket always

Is meh on the coffee thing, isn’t a massive tea fan, hot chocolate is where it’s at!

Actually a really good cook? He watches a ton of cooking Youtube videos when you’re away at work or at friends and ends up taking it up as a hobby

Legit cries when you give him his first gift ever because he’s never received a gift before

The first time you go to family Christmas and they give him a present he has to excuse himself because he just starts crying because these people don’t even know him and they got him a present? What the fuck?

Much to your surprise, he takes up knitting?

It’s a nice way to cool his brain and keep focused without disassociating (which he does often) and the bonus is he gets cute socks out of it?

In his mind, it’s a win win situation

Also he can knit dicks to throw at people, that’s just extra awesome

Can play guitar, piano and saxophone. Often likes to sing to you but the content matter of the songs aren’t always loving (mostly about how he wants to pound you)

Actually not a massive fan of horror movies, they’re so unrealistic that it bugs him

Will make sure that you can’t leave his grasp if he needs a cuddle session on the couch because he needs that contact time

Is really sensitive but will make a joke out of it, so half the time you don’t know if he isn’t offended or if he is and he’s just hiding it

You come home one day and suddenly there is just….a dog in your house?

“His name is Sandy, he is a black Labrador and he is our son now.”

Absolutely shocking handwriting. Just. Abysmal. You can’t make it out, so now its just become some weird game of Pictionary whenever he leaves a note for you that isn’t the phrase ‘I love you’.

Is super messy (obviously) but if you tell him to clean up, he will

If you do the dishes together (the only way you can get him to help clean up after cooking), he does the drying up because he does not want to shove his hands into hot soapy water, no thank you

When he dances, its not the timid, shy dancing you see when people aren’t dancing in a group. Its full on, full body, the entire house is his stage kinda dancing. And its arguably pretty good

Even when he gets you to dance what clearly isn’t a proper tango, but it’s fun none the less.

Really sensitive about suicide and self-harm, because he’s been there

Think about it, he was Juno’s assistant (movie, not musical, I know) which means he was a public servant which means he committed suicide

Given the way that everyone who has died carries on how they died into the afterlife through their looks from the moment they died, we can reason that Beetlejuice looks exactly like how he did when he died

The moss and hair and mildew and just the general damp look he seems to carry makes me think that he was either drunk, fell over and drowned in a puddle or lake or it was a calculated move and he killed himself to get away from his mother or just general demons

So yeah, if you self-harm or talk about killing yourself, he takes that very personally because you deserve better than that, and he’ll be damned if you kill yourself on his watch

It takes him a while to admit to you what happened and how he died, and it most definitely happens when you’re both drunk, but you remember what he says and whenever he talks about his childhood because its horrible and always ends with you holding him close because he clearly needs that shit

NSFT

Our boy here is such a switch

There are days where he needs to absolutely dominate the shit out of you, controlling every aspect of what happens, including when, where and how you cum

But sometimes he just needs to be taken care of and to obey every order you give him

Has tried every single kink and only a few of them are a hard no in his books

But if he had to limit it to his top 5-10 they’d be: Mommy/Daddy Kink, Puppy Kink, Cum Inflation (or anything to do with cum really), edge play, cock warming, anything that ends with either of you having a tummy bulge due to a toy, cock or just the sheer amount of cum that’s in you, humiliation, public sex, impact play and adduction/consensual non-consensual play

Rarely asks for you to be a sub for 24 hours, but he’s happy to be in puppy space or in sub space for days or even weeks if you so want or if he needs

Can give himself blowjobs

Also enjoys having his clones get in on the fun and to mess with you throughout the day if he knows he can get away with it

So. Many. Dick. Pics.

Just. Constantly sending you photos of his junk because he can

Sex is rarely serious unless you’re in a scene where that is required. If you two are just fooling around, it’s full of puns and laughter

Wearing stripes turns him on, wearing his clothes even more so

Lingerie to him is wearing his oversized hoodies and a pair of striped panties

Really good at shibari

If you’re in public and aren’t paying attention to him, he will slide a hand up towards your crotch and just push his way inside and start fingering you until you cum as quietly as you possibly can before sucking his fingers clean with a grin because ‘you should have been paying attention’

Massive case filled with toys that seem endless, almost like the perverted version of Mary Poppins’ bag

Likes to put toys in you when he’s in dom mode and make you wear them in public all day whilst he’s at home controlling the vibrator settings, just to see how much you can take

He. Will. Eat. You. Out. And is the king of it. And is proud of that fact

Aftercare is a must between the two of you, and due to his abandonment issues you can’t leave during aftercare time. You can during a scene if you tell him where you’re going and why but afterwards, he needs you there without interruption until he’s fully recovered. Both in dom and sub mode

Safe word is bath, for obvious reasons

You managed to get him in the shower once to tell him it’s a kink of yours to fuck in the shower and he was down for that. Didn’t work a second time, but he got the picture. BATHE

Has, on more than one occasion, made his dick stripy to surprise you and it always ends with you going no. Just no.

Produces an extreme amount of cum, it should be illegal and inhuman, which incidentally, he is

Can make his cock grow, swell, shrink, whatever you need on his command and he loves when he’s being cockwarmed to make his cock grow whenever you shift or move as punishment

Sometimes, in sub space, if he’s feeling needy and you need to work, you get him to sit in your chair and you sit on him. If he moves without warning, you make it to leave but he whines and promises to be good. If he says ‘I just need to adjust’ or whatever, then you won’t move if he starts to shift

IS. INTO. PRAISE. KINK

PRAISE THIS BOY

SO MUCH!

If you praise him well enough in sub space, he will cum without being touched and that, at the end of the day, is the goal

Really fucking low refectory period, like we are talking seconds

He’s not a one go type of guy, if you guys be fucken, you guys be fucken for hours

Has done stretches before sex to make you laugh and roll your eyes

Bought glow in the dark condoms once and surprised you with it

Most of the time, he will hold hands with you in some way as you fuck

Falls asleep within seconds of finishing and holds onto you so tight you can’t escape to pee or do whatever you need to do

Favourite positions: Doggy style, you riding his face or him or up a wall/on a counter

Claims you’re his favourite meal and that he has saved the best seat in the house which is his lap or his face

Most DEFINITELY as left you tied up in a room with a vibe pressed firmly on your clit to see how many times you can cum. He’s just outside the door, you both just like it when he acts as if he has left you alone to ‘suffer’

[readerinsertz]

Kagami x Reader x Aomine lemon pls ! If u cant , it's ok ! I like ur blog !

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

WC: 4.5K

Warnings: 18+content, MDNI, afab!reader, poly relationship, threesome, minor manhandling, sub!reader, Dom/Sub dynamic, MxMxF, possessiveness, strength kink, spanking (mentions of paddle), slight praise kink, pet names (princess, babygirl), teasing, orgasm control, doggy, mention of vibrator and overstimulation, oral (male receiving), facefucking, double penetration, finger sucking, mentions of pet play, minor cowgirl, aftercare.

AN: I made it extra smutty since you requested this such a long time ago

The sound of chopping fills the kitchen; you are busy preparing a late lunch for your two boyfriends. A glance at the clock on the oven tells you that it’s just gone half three. You turn back and look out of the window in front of the sink but can’t spot Kagami or Aomine. From what you can recall from when you had gotten up, after being awoken by your two hot boyfriends between your thighs, they had left early to go play some one-on-one at the courts. In the time that they have left, you have managed to do most of the housework. The laundry is done; the rooms are cleaned and you are starting on the food. On normal days, you rarely do the housework- it is a chore mainly for Aomine as you help with homework and Kagami makes the food. Today, though, you have done most of the work, knowing that the boys have had a pretty hectic last few weeks; having been busy training for the start of the basketball competition.

The opening of a door has you frowning and taking a step back out of the kitchen to peer at the doorway. There, crossing the threshold are your two boyfriends. You can sometimes tell who had won in their match; Aomine would stroll into the apartment as if he owned the thing, sauntering up to you and whisking you to the bedroom where he would take you with such raw power that you often felt you were about to be devoured. Kagami, on the more rare occasion that he did win, never managed to get to the bedroom before he was sinking himself into you.

As it is, Kagami thunders through the hallway towards you. His eyes are burning and you can see the way his muscles are bunched up, almost in anger. His eyes darken when they spot you standing there, only in his old Serin basketball jersey. Since he didn’t wear it to official matches anymore, you were allowed to wear it whenever you wanted (whenever you wanted to be fucked)

“Kagami-kun, Aomine-kun, you’re back,” you begin. Kagami doesn’t let you finish whatever you were going to say- though it’s hard to think when Kagami is staring at you so intensely you think he’ll burn holes into his top- before he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You shriek at the manhandling and are rewarded with Aomine’s deep chuckle. Tossing your head up, you glare at him but falter when you take him in. He’s wearing a loose navy tank top over black shorts. On his left arm is a black thermal; it’s so tight it looks more like a second skin. Unconsciously, you rub your thighs as you take in the way it clings to the muscles on his arm. Both thighs are also encased in the black material, bringing your attention to his fine thighs. Kagami had thrown you over his shoulder so quickly you hadn’t been able to get a good look at him. Somewhere in your mind, you hope that he’s also wearing his thermals and that they would fuck you in them. They had done it before and, honestly, you had thought they had looked like actual Greek Gods.

You are thrown onto the bed and would have bounced from the force had Kagami not immediately pinned your body to the bed. He stays on his hands and knees above you for a few seconds, enough time for you to see that his eyes are mostly black, surrounded by a thin ring of red. His mouth descends down onto yours and all your thoughts disappear. The man kisses with the same power he has on the court and it is all you can do to keep up with him. His tongue snakes into your mouth and dominates the kiss; as a result, your hands curl into the material covering his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you toss your head back for a breath. Kagami moves to suck a hickey on your neck, your back arching when he bites the flesh afterwards. The male places a soft kiss to soothe it, less as an apology and more in pride. Before you can reprimand him- you have classes tomorrow for God’s sake- he’s kissing you again. The male groans into your mouth when your nails scratch along his scalp as you go to grab his hair.

Kagami’s large, calloused hands ran up your thighs, pushing the hem of his top up on your frame. His hands spread over your hipbones and he draws back to look at the sight of it- his large hands almost being able to wrap around the entirety of your hips. You mewl as you feel him subconsciously grind into your centre. The noise has his attention snapping back to you and he leans in to kiss you again, his tongue sliding along the backs of your teeth before curling around yours. Movement in your peripheral vision forces you to turn towards it. Kagami pouts as you leave his kiss, biting the bottom of your lip in punishment. You stare, flushed and breathless, at Aomine who’s leaning on the doorframe. He’s stripped on his way to the bedroom and is now only wearing his boxers. Without meaning to, your eyes run down from his blue eyes to his lips, pulled into a half-smirk that you find hot, and then down his neck to his pectorals. You know he’s full-on smirking as he watches you check him out, eyes unable to stop following the lines of his body.

Kagami becomes jealous of your lack of attention, one hand sliding up to catch your chin and tilt your head back to his. The kiss he gives you is much more demanding and when he finally pulls back, sending a look to Aomine, your lips are slightly bruised. The bed dips down as another weight settles on it. Kagami squeezes your body where his hands rest, left hand resting on your right ribcage, his right one cupped behind your head. It’s possessive and, though your eyes are rolled back into your eye sockets as you continue to grind against Kagami, you know it’s the red-haired male’s way of telling Aomine to back off. You can tell that he lost their match and so is going to fuck you in such a way to prove that Aomine isn’t better at everything. You’re more than down with his plan.

Somewhere along the line, Kagami lifts you up and drapes you along his chest, one arm wrapped around the small of your back to keep you balanced; you are fairly certain that you moaned at the small display of strength. The position forces you to straddle his thighs and, in the state of arousal you are in, you don’t even notice your hips rolling and gyrating against the hard flesh poking the inside of your thigh. You’re brought back from the haze that Kagami’s actions have put you in when you feel a sting on your butt.

“Stop that,” he growls at you and you instantly obey. He grins at you and tells you, “Good girl.” You moan at the praise and try really hard not to move and make him angry again. But by the way your butt is stinging you are willing to reconsider. 

A body drapes along your back. You sigh and let your head fall back onto Aomine’s shoulder. He chuckles deeply into your ear, hands coming up to play with your breasts. Aomine pinches your nipple, rolling the hard nubs and laughs at your sounds of pleasure. Kagami swats your butt again as you lose your control over your body. 

“You’re being a bad influence on her,” Kagami tells Aomine. The dark skinned man just grins at him, lowering his mouth to suck a hickey on the back of your shoulder. Kagami glares at him and snakes a hand beneath your pants. You suck a breath in as his fingertips brush against your clit. You’re unable to keep the breathy moan in the second time he circles the flesh, putting more pressure in the touch so you are forced to arch your back. Kagami thankfully takes pity on you and slips one finger into your wet hole. He crooks the long finger inside of you and you let out a pornographic moan as pleasure singes your nerves. “God, you’re wet,” Kagami mumbles into the top of your breast.

“What do you want, princess?” Aomine drawls, still playing with your boobs. You moan out louder and force yourself to arch even more, hoping he’ll get the message. Which ‘he’ you are neither sure of nor care.

“Use your words,” Kagami orders, slowly slipping his finger out of you.

“No!” You yell, both hands shooting out to wrap around his wrist to stop him from leaving you. “Please, please…. pleaseeeeee,” it’s the only thing you can say and you repeat it desperately.

“Hmmm, do you know what she wants?” Kagami asks. His finger stops moving, not pulling out but not pushing in either. You’re desperate enough to disobey his order to stay still and move your hips back and forth so you’re fucking his stationary fingers. Your eyes slide close at the returned pleasure and a breathy exhale leaves your plump lips as you picture how obscene you must look. Two twin groans begin to paint an idea of how lewd you really look.

“I don’t know. Maybe she wants you to stop.” Aomine grins and seems to take pleasure when you make a broken sound, trying to plead with Kagami to not do that. Your eyes begin to water with fear that he’ll actually stop. Kagami sees it and his face softens.

“Hey, now, baby girl, we’re not going to do that. We’re just teasing you.” He pushes his finger in until you’re taking him to the knuckle and then curls the digit so he strokes your G-Spot. You chant out something that may be their names or may be a chorus of “thank you"s. Kagami adds a second finger and begins to scissor you open, switching it to fingering you in an unhurried way. You fling your upper body forward, wrapping your arms around his large shoulders to ground yourself and hide your flushed face in his shoulder. Kagami chuckles at your cuteness, it rising to laughter when you bite him softly on the part of his neck that joins his shoulder.

All of you are forced to move in order to let Kagami strip. While he does that, Aomine keeps your attention to stop you from falling out of the headspace you’re in. He presses open mouth kisses along your shoulders, his finger trailing softly along the sides of your breasts. You giggle at the ticklish feeling and are delighted when you feel Aomine grin into your shoulder.

“Does my princess enjoy that?” He asks, breath fanning along the back of your neck. Your neck is one of your most sensitive parts of your body and it breaks out with goosebumps. You can feel your pussy throb with need and you take control, a hand wrapping over Aomine’s right one and dragging it down your body to cup at your sex. “Naughty,” Aomine whispers into your ear but slips a finger into you anyway. Of the two of them, he’s the most likely to give in to your demands and pleasure you, unlike Kagami who’s more strict on obedience and punishment. You moan as one of his fingers fills you up, better than if you had two of your own in you. The blue haired man lets out a noise deep in his chest when he feels just how wet you are.

“Move,” Kagami barks, getting back onto the bed without any clothes on. You’re surprised that Aomine, such a dominant in bed, obeys with little fuss, moving to rest in front of you. He moves a little way away, letting Kagami take charge. It’s less common for Kagami to take control, he’s still shy in bed even after a year and a half of dating, but when he does both you and Aomine are fully pleasured. Kagami seats himself behind you and wraps a hand around the back of your neck, the tightness making you groan. He applies pressure and you bend until your top half is laying on the top of the bed. The position leaves you with your ass up in the air, exposed to the man behind you. You don’t have time for any insecurity to bubble up in you as Kagami breathes, “beautiful,” whilst his hands caress the sides of your thighs. You hear a groan as his large hand wraps around his shaft, indulging in a few jerks before he presses his large dick to your entrance. His left-hand wraps around the entirety of your left hip as he slowly sinks in. Both of you groan at the pleasure.

Once Kagami bottoms out, he stays still and waits for you to become more comfortable. You take a deep breath as you feel him so deep inside of you. Kagami’s thumbs are rubbing soothingly into the flesh of your hips. Stretching your body out a little, your hands slide in opposite directions along the duvet cover until your head rests on the part of Aomine’s thigh that meets his hip. Biting your lip, you push your forehead into the muscle and almost purr when long, dark fingers thread through your hair. It relaxes you enough to lose the small feeling of discomfort- more weirdness than anything- that comes with Kagami being inside of you. You push your hips back as far as you can, which isn’t much since you’re basically flushed with the basketballer. A moan bubbles out of your mouth as you feel his grip increase slightly on your hips and hear a groan above you as the red-haired male lets his delight be known as you wiggle your hips.

He pulls back until the tip of his head remains inside of you before thrusting back in. Involuntarily, your eyes close, head tipping back as you moan in pleasure as his thick cock seems to split you open. Kagami keeps the hard pace, allowing himself to go as deep as possible, one large hand sliding up the front of your body to clasp your breast and pinch your nipple just a hairbreadth away from being painful and soon you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release. You feel Kagami drape his chest along your back, and you sigh in delight as you feel the lines of his muscles dig into you, his head turning so he could whisper huskily into your ear, “Don’t cum.”

You shoot your eyes open with a yelp and look at him from over your shoulder. He only smirks back at you, angling his hips so that he slides over your G-Spot. It has you whimpering as pleasure floods through your body, almost but not quite enough to get you off. You wonder what’ll happen to you if you did cum. You feel Kagami’s chest vibrate as he laughs and realise that you had accidentally said that out loud.

“I’ll spank you twenty times with that wooden paddle you hate. Hard enough that you’ll be feeling it when you sit down at school for days.” A shiver rakes down your spine at the thought of that and you feel your pussy clench. Kagami’s hips stutter as your walls clamp down on him like a vice. “You just tightened. You really must like that idea,” Kagami hums and continues, “it isn’t punishment if you enjoy it. Maybe I’ll give you thirty instead….. Or I’ll give you twenty and shove your pink bunny vibrator in your cunt, full power for an hour and see how many times we can make you orgasm.”

You have to bite your lip to stop you from cumming at his words. Two large hands wrap around your own, fingers weaving through the fists you had formed; Aomine’s digits lace in between yours, stopping you from pressing your fingernails into your flesh again, his thumbs lightly rubbing over the crescents dotting your palms. You look up at him, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as you silently beg him to not let Kagami do what he had promised. Aomine only shrugs his shoulders.

“That’s what happens if you disobey, princess. And don’t bat those pretty little eyes at me, you gotta pay the consequences,” Aomine’s voice dips down an octave as he purrs the next words out. “Is the pleasure of coming really worth the punishment?”

You decide it isn’t and so try and take your mind off of the feelings Kagami is giving your body. Thankfully, he’s gone back to shallowly thrusting into you, letting you come down a little from your almost orgasm. You turn your head and nuzzle in between Aomine’s legs, the material of his boxers scraping against your cheek in a pleasurable way, your tongue coming out to rub against the wet spot that has darkened the fabric. Aomine lets out a groan, tipping his head back a little and letting his right hand tangle into the roots of your hair. You mouth his erection, the material of his boxer-briefs becoming increasingly more damp by your ministrations until Aomine snaps and tugs his underwear down enough to free his dick. He barely has to guide your mouth to it before your lips wrap around the head. Without hesitation, you lick up the bead of pre-cum, peering up through your lashes at him as innocently as possible whilst tonguing his slit. Unknowingly, your hands slide up the bed to rest over Aomine’s knees to keep you stable. Aomine’s hips thrust forward reflectively, groaning down at you. It’s not enough to gag you so you push yourself, sliding your mouth further down his cock. Relaxing your throat, you deepthroat him, taking him in until your nose brushes the blue hair at the base of his dick.

“So good, princess,” Aomine croons, fingers holding your hair out of your face so he can get the best possible angle of you blowing him. You swallow around his cock, breathing cut off a little. When your jaw begins to ache from being held so wide, you pull back and kitten lick the tip. “Doing so well for us.” Praise continues to spill from Aomine’s lips and you take it in with a smile.

A hard thrust from Kagami has you moaning as his thick cock drags along your G-Spot. Aomine, in turn, groans at the vibrations around his dick, fingers squeezing your hair at the stimulation. Kagami’s hands snake along your body until they are gripping your hips. You know that he’s about to really fuck you and you let your bottom half go limp, knowing he’ll hold your weight up. You turn your attention back to Aomine and move your right hand off his knee, laying it against his left one in your hair. You squeeze it whilst deepthroating him, looking up at him and hoping he got the message. Judging by the way his pupils dilate, he understands what you’re trying to tell him.

“Are you sure?” He asks in concern and you softly nod your consent, grinning when you notice his Adam’s Apple bobs as he swallows. He shifts so that he isn’t sitting with his legs folded under his thighs and is instead kneeling, knees digging into the mattress. It had escaped your notice that you had replaced your right hand on his knee until he had moved, forcing you to glide your hands up his thighs to let him reposition. With one hand on the mattress below you to help you stay upright, your other hand lays flat over the very top of his thigh, fingertips resting on the bone of his hip. “Signal?” Aomine croaked out. You roll your eyes at his precaution but nevertheless pinch the top of his thigh twice. “Good girl,” Aomine praises and he rethreads his fingers into your hair, cradling your face with both hands.

You let yourself relax fully, knowing you’re completely safe in their hands, and should you use the slightly different version of a safe word, both would stop immediately. Kagami’s hands rub up your back and he praises you as you go pliant in their hands. The soft moment ends a second later as they both begin to thrust in and out of you. The tears in your eyes finally fall as Aomine fucks your face, his thumb wiping the watery trail away. You can hear him softly mumble something, probably praising you on how well you’re taking his cock but you’re too busy revelling in the floaty feeling they’re making you feel. Somewhere distantly in your mind, you wonder how fucked up you must be to enjoy, and get off, to being used like this. A sharp jab from Kagami, hitting your G-Spot right on has the thought disappearing. You become a bit more aware of your surroundings when you hear a familiar noise above you. In your pleasure-muddled state, it takes you a few seconds before you conclude that it’s your two boyfriends kissing, albeit messily, above you. It makes you groan and buck as you understand that the two males love each other just as much as they love you- and just as much as you love them.

You become more restless under them and they understand immediately, one of Kagami’s hands slithering over your hips so he can circle your clit. You whine, jumping at the stimulation and almost choke on Aomine’s dick that’s thrusting relentlessly in your mouth. You have to swallow several times around him, trying to regain control of your breathing.

“You’re taking us both so well, (Name),” Kagami tells you in a deep voice. He continues, the words falling from his lips as if he didn’t even know he was speaking. “F-fuck you look so good like this….. Maybe next time we’ll tie you to the bed and leave you there, gagged and with a toy in you. Would be a great thing to come home to.” He groans into your shoulder. “Or maybe we’ll put a collar on your neck, cat ears on your head and a butt plug with a tail in you. Make you crawl around the house on your knees… Would you like that? To be our kitten?” You wail your answer as best as you can. Kagami groans as he feels your walls clamping down on him, signalling your impending release. “Go on, cum for us,” he breathes, rubbing your clit unrelentingly until you break. Your visions whites out as you’re finally granted the release you’ve been wanting. You must have blanked out because when the floaty sensation finally dissipates long enough for you to get your bearings, Kagami is draped along your back, panting like he’s just completed a marathon. Your eyes dance along the bed, tracing the tanned arms that are on either side of your head. Kagami is leaning heavily on the bed, one hand in a fist next to Aomine’s knees, the other holding onto his thigh to keep him from fully crushing you. The absence of a dick stretching your lips has you looking up, only to see Aomine jerking off in front of you. Kagami shifts all his weight on his left hand, right hand cupping your chin and opening your mouth. You stick your tongue out and a few seconds later Aomine cums, streaking your face with white strands of cum. A majority of it lands in your mouth but you keep your tongue stuck out and allow Kagami’s pointer finger to lazily drag through the white emission painting your face, scooping more of Aomine’s cum into your mouth.

“Swallow.” You do so, lips closing around Kagami’s digit which is still in your mouth; you use your tongue to thoroughly clean his finger of the cum. Kagami groans at the display and lets it slip out. Without your consent, your body goes boneless and you fall onto your side on the bed; Aomine and Kagami shuffle so their bodies are flushed against your front and back. You hum in content, feeling safe as Kagami wraps a muscular arm around your front. All three of you lay there for a few minutes, letting your bodies recover from the intense sex you had just had. Eventually, the feeling of Kagami’s cum leaking out of your hole makes your face scrunch up in distaste and Aomine takes it as his cue to get off the bed and find a washcloth. All three of you regularly get tested, and you are on the pill, but you still use condoms most of the time, if only to save from the cleanup. The fact Kagami hadn’t used a condom is the final clue on the outcome of their one on one.

You wiggle back into Kagami’s warmth and spoke quietly, eyes not opening as you relax in the post-sex glow, “guessing you lost again?” He grunts behind you, squeezing your left hip as an answer. You wait patiently for Kagami to rouse himself from the light slumber he is in to answer fully. His fingers dance along the skin of your hip, moving up to brush under your boob and then down, just missing the apex of your thigh and continuing to your mid-thigh and before repeating the process. You force yourself to keep some attention on his wandering fingers- it wouldn’t be the first time that one of them managed to get you going for round two with some seemingly innocent finger tracing.

“… Yeah. I’m still not good enough. I need to do a lot more training before the tournament begins. Aomine beat me 7-5.”

“7 to 5 is still pretty good. I remember when it was really low, you are progressing,” you tell him softly, shuffling so you can look at him over your right shoulder. Aomine emerges from the bathroom just as you finish your sentence, obviously listening in on your conversation from the bathroom.

“As much as I hate to admit this, she’s right, you’re improving all the time.” He walks over to where you two are spooning, you only noticing then that sometime after he had left the bed he had put his boxers back on, planting his right knee on the bed. He has two damp washcloths in his left hand; his right-hand slides up your leg and carefully moves it so he can clean you up, not so delicately throwing the other one in Kagami’s face for him to clean himself. He takes them both back once you’re suitably cleaned up, going to throw them in the sink of the adjacent bathroom. He’s not gone awfully long but when he walks back into the bedroom, he’s greeted with the sight of you riding Kagami.