Updated: 8|13|2022

Hey y’all , this is Dudette in here. I’m 20 Years of Age and I just like to try writing and drawing sometimes. Y’all might see a lot of authors notes about me criticizing my own work but uh — yeah, that’s normal so ignore it lol.

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• So , this is the only tumblr blog I have but I might post some of my things — on my AO3 and Quotev — maybe. Where I also write in.
• I’m a slow person in general so do excuse the lack of stuff in here. I’m also barely getting back into writing so excuse my rusty works.
• Sometimes I write so much I forget to cut it into a second chapter or even stop at all.
• I only write female readers. Sorry about that but that’s just what I’m more comfortable writing as in here.
• This is +18 blog that is run by someone over 18. With that said, Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out that you are a minor I will block you. Sorry for being mean.
• Hah , I am writing smut so uh — I’ll be giving each genre a symbol, smut will be [ ⚠︎︎ ] whilst fluffy stuff holds the [ ☁︎︎ ] and angst holds a [ ↯ ] while suggestive is [ ☕︎︎ ]

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Calm Down, My Love - B. H.

Warnings: Talks of anxiety, panic attack, what?, not proof read and finished at 4 am

A|N: Yeah, I don’t know what I did here. I just know I need this lol.

It was normal for Billy to get like this. Hands shaky, even as he tried to put a cigar into his mouth his hands weren’t really in his control as they shook in their movements while he tried to move them up to his face, making him miss his target a few times. Chest trembling, if you saw past his charm, past his seemingly confident filled smirk and actually observed his body language, you could see how his body trembled slightly as he moved around, even after a time passed from his loud actions, his chest still seemed to flutter with nervousness. Fast Breathing, it wasn’t long after all the hype calmed down that he started to breath faster, he could hear his blood pumping rapidly into his heart as it boomed loudly in this ears.

He always got like this when he did something in front of a bunch of strangers, always felt his nervousness spike up — but he never showed it. He didn’t know why he continued to do this to himself, perhaps because he was so used to it no matter what, maybe it was to cause himself pain because he deserved it, or maybe it was to try and remove the traumatic pain his father has given him throughout their years being forced together.

He didn’t exactly know — or maybe he knew, he knew it was for all those same reasons that he continued to broad himself so carelessly and without calm in front of others. In front of the people he would never really call friends, in front of the many eyes that made him want to sink his nails into his skin to rip it off in disgust.

But when he was done with his ‘show-offs’, you’d always come through.

“ It’s okay, Billy, It’s okay. You’re fine, it’s just you and me. “

The scent of you shampoo, the gentle hands rubbing so gently at his back while his own arms wrapped around you. Even your quiet words that were so clear away from the loud booming of music. These few things always calmed him down in the end. You, you always knew how to calm him down in the end. And that’s one of the many reasons why he loves you.

“ Calm down, my love, you’re safe. “

He loves you so damn much.

miggiisdumb:

Puppy Reader and Wolf Nemi💖

cw: +18, puppy play, dirty doggy fucking in the middle of the woods, breeding kink and tummy bulge

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miggiisdumb:

Bull Sanemi refusing to be milked. Hates it with an absolute passion, trashes and kicks and nearly impales the farmhand when they get the suction tube anywhere near him. Has to be put in a cattle head holder and chains, and even then he doesn’t stop struggling. It’s just a bad trip for everyone because even his milk comes out too sour to use so the farmhand has to find another way to milk him more passively.

That job is delegated to none other than you, his favorite handler, and Bull Sanemi will only get milked if you cockwarm his dick, one hand reached back to pump at the bulging knot at the base, gasping soft coos and mewls that he’s being a really good boy for staying put. He still has to be chained or else he’ll fuck all his load into you, hips rutting up and bouncing you with lower body strength alone, heavy huffs of air fanning your face, hooves digging dirt up from how they bury themselves with every push upwards.

Bull Sanemi whines like a hurt puppy when you get off right before he cums, but throws his head back with a loud moo when you put the suction on his dick, literally sucking the shudder inducing orgasm out of him, chains rattling relentlessly because he needs to hold you.

Kiss his drool covered lips, pamper hickeys all over his neck and collarbone, suck on his puffy pink nips and you’ll have bucket loads of the best milk from one of the toughest bulls to tame. But no matter what, don’t be the one setting him free- because he can and will put a calf in you regardless of cumming literally minutes ago. Gotta make up for all the milk that didn’t end up in your adorable little hole.

notwhatiseem asked:

Okay so I know that you talked about the Crosshair fic you plan to work on, HOWEVER, I saw your kinks request list and my mind in in full gear now.

So I raise you with Crosshair being so overstimulated by the reader that he begs them to stop or at the very least slow down. Do you understand the kind of power that can hold over me? How fucking useless I am just staring into space and sighing dreamily at this idea? I blame you wholeheartedly because now I’m stuck looking at a wall and not getting anything done

moodymisty:

Authors note: I just want you to know, where ever you are in the world, you and I are on the same wavelength. I hear you, I see you, I feel you.

So my current ✧･ﾟ: Crossy ✧･ﾟ ; WIP is very similar in regards to just completely obliterating Crosshair. But, I had another similar idea that I decided to put here, since it burst forth from me with little to no warning. Seems to be a theme. This fic also made me realize that half of my blog is just, sucking clone dick. Ummmm, oops? I swear I have non-blowjob content coming( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) soon.

Relationships: Crosshair/GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Oral(male receiving), Voyeurism, Overstimulation, Crosshair shooting his rifle at a range,

“I’m bored.”

Crosshair doesn’t bother looking your direction, feeling the way your tone tells him everything. He knows you’re watching him from behind with your arms crossed, there’s no need for him to see.

“Then find something to keep yourself busy.”

Of course he’d say that, as if he wasn’t the one who’d dragged you out here to begin with. You use the term ’dragged’ loosely however, as you were the one who had wanted to spend some time with him, and this was how it had ended up.

The long range shooting gallery was used far less than the normal one, given that sniper training was a special skill set that not every clone utilized constantly. And as such it was completely empty today, other than you and Crosshair.

He prefers it this way, meanwhile you find it incredibly boring.

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notwhatiseem asked:

I’ve been in such a Star Wars mood recently and was extremely lucky to find a blog like yours with beautiful writing and fics that make me kick and squeal when no one is looking. I noticed a lack of Mandalorian content so please let me request some sfw and nsfw headcanons of another great space dad. Remember to drink water!

moodymisty:

Such high compliments thank you so so much I’m so glad you enjoy my stuff! And as you so politely requested, here is some Din “has a grade 3 concussion” Djarin

(To fellow Mando fans there is some more space dad content on the way, it’s just proving to be a titan to work with)

Originally posted by manny-jacinto

➼ No matter what situation you met in, Din is absolutely the type to at first, try and be distant towards you. What is surprising however, is how quickly that attitude ends up disappearing when he gets used to you being around. Like it’s maybe, a month or less before he goes fully from ‘I don’t care what you do’ to getting upset you wandered off without him.

➼ If you’re good with the kid, he’ll be sold faster by that than almost anything else you could possibly do. Once you’d decided to sit in the co-pilot’s seat and after doing so, sat the kid on your lap. Din watched the whole time from the edge of his helmet’s visor and he had to bite the inside of his cheek from showing any obvious emotion about it.

➼ Kiss the helmet. He’ll of course complain, but only about the obvious lip-shaped smudge you left, not about the fact that you did it. Wipe it off after and you won’t hear him utter a single complaint provided you’re not in public.

➼ You are not allowed within the same planetary orbit of Paz Vizla.

➼ Mandalorians prove worth to others by shows of strength and ability, and sometimes it’s almost a little bit suffocating when Din tries to do things for you. It’s almost like some secret Mandalorian mating dance that he starts doing once he first realized he was interested in you. And if you ask him to do something, it is done.

➼ He won’t really outright ask for affections, but it’s a quickly learned thing you notice that when he’s feeling particularly loving, he’ll sit extremely close, but wait until you move first. It’s cute honestly, so you lean against his side or put a hand on his arm, him secretly watching from the edge of his helmet’s visor.

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Warnings: Scratches, Breeding kink, Creampies, Rough sex, Very light mentions of a threesome

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✦ 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖄𝖔𝖚 ✦

Originally posted by eurodynamic

Author’s Note: tehe :3 I’m normal :> I saw that the Merchant wasn’t getting much love and I just finished the remake so….

Summary: The mysterious Merchant that’s been traveling around has been mighty helpful, why not give him a bit more than just a thank you?

Relationships: The Merchant/Fem!Reader (no she/her pronouns are used, but there’s one brief mention of ‘cunt’ and petnames like 'sweetheart’ and 'love’ are used)

Warnings: NSFW, Oral (Male receiving), little bit of deepthroating, Is sucking off a man who’s name you don’t even know deserving of a warning?, Porn without plot, Some praising dirty talk from the Merchant

Word Count: 2224

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“Ahhh, well look who it is,”

You quickly turn your head, seeing a familiar shape bathed in the soft light of the setting sun outside. It’s filtering through the cracks in the walls and the windows; Without it, the only light you’d have would be the glow of your torch with it’s slowly draining battery. This whole place still unsettles you, but it’s nice to finally see someone just a bit less hostile than the usual fare.

“Lookin’ for something in particular?”

He tosses one hand outward, his fingers relaxed and curled slightly inward towards his palm. His pack is on the ground for once, surely resting his back. That weight has clearly done some damage to him however, as he still maintains his usual slouch. Though maybe he’s just always had that posture. It’s not like you’ve known him long enough to be able to tell.

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majestickitty asked:

Psst do you still write for sge? Especially the twins?

Yes ! I have most of my things on draft but I am planning on posting everything sooner or later.

dragon-chica:

“I Want To See My Little Boy!” Batmom

I ALMOST did angsty on Damian’s. I almost did. But I’m not.

It’s a time honored tradition that if Batmom calls for one of her children, one will be received.

Dick Grayson

It first started with Dick.

The mansion had gotten much more lively since his arrival, but at the moment, it was far too quiet. Moreso than you’re used to in the past few months, and even if you were peacefully reading, it feels far too quiet without the small boy’s talking, or humming, or singing, or general noise just being in your company.

You set your book down, glancing around the otherwise empty room with a displeased hum.

“I want to see my little boy!” you said loudly, voice carrying out of the room. You felt foolish, it was random and you didn’t know what you expected out of it, but before you thought too much, you could hear the patter of small feet running down the hallway.

“I want to see my little boy!” you call again, a grin now on your face hearing him almost at the door.

He slides in, sock covered feet skidding him a good eight feet past the door on wooden floor.

Dick’s smile is one that could rival the brightest sunshine, eyes closed and crinkled with joy and his arms stretched up as if to say “ta-da!”

“Here he is!” he sees you sitting on one of the couches and somehow his grin still widens at seeing you. His pace quickly picks up again, fully launching himself off the floor and into your arms, laughter bubbling from him as you return his hug with glee.

“My little boy” you coo as he can’t stop laughing yet, making himself perfectly at home on top of you and your book.

Jason Todd

P.S. Jason is a tiny little child and you are strong.

It had been years since you had called your little boy, it had been years since you had a little boy to call to. Even if Dick did humor you doing so well into his teens. (he got quite a kick out of doing so, and always threw his full weight onto you for a hug each time.)

When you got Jason it wasn’t really something that had been on your mind, it was just something you did with Dick that you figured was over as he grew up.

Jason was sat on top of his covers looking through his homework. It wasn’t a great day, nothing especially bad but after greeting Alfred when he got home he’d gone straight to his room, quietly closing his door and wishing the day would be over sooner than later.

What Jason didn’t account for, and never would expect, was for you to have seen how downtrodden your little boy looked getting home and decided to bring a plate of Alfred’s cookies up after him.

When you see his door partially open, and a sad little boy emptying his backpack you set the cookies on his dresser and just wish there was some way to cheer him up.

You knock on his door once to alert him, and as he looks up Jason finds you with a big smile on your face and arms open towards him.

“I want to see my little boy!” there’s an infection energy in your tone and you surge forward, lifting him beneath his arms and tossing him lightly in the air with a flourish.

“I want to see my little boy!” you repeat, catching him in a hug and twirling you both around, Jason’s laughter fills the air as he swings around in your warm hold.

“I’m here! I’m here!” the words are blurred with laughter and it takes you both a minute to calm down enough to eat your cookies, but not without squeezing him in another hug before you let him go.

Tim Drake

Being honest, it was unfair how you were around Tim at times.

You were miserable, very much depressed and hated that at times you couldn’t hide it. Being too quiet and letting your mask slip at times, and you hated Tim seeing that.

Little Timothy, a sweet and bright boy who you adored and always tried his best to cheer you up when he noticed your sadness.

And he did, Tim helped you so very much and could make you smile on a terrible day.

Dick also tried to cheer you up. Often coming to the manor to spend time and keep you company.

It Occurs to him before it occurs to you, he remembers how much fun he would have whenever you called out “I want to see my little boy!” how he would come running from anywhere into your arms. He also remembers the first time he saw you go after Jason the same way, the small boy’s giggles and a joyful squeal being scooped into a hug.

You’re not doing much when Dick calls you. It’s a quiet day and you’re in the kitchen debating doing anything when his face shows up on your call screen.

“Hey ma! Tell me real quick, do you want to see your little boy?”

“Huh?” You’re confused, Dick hasn’t done that in years, and you’re not quite sure if you could handle him tackling you anymore.

“C'mon, c'mon, tell me you want to see your little boy!” You can hear the pep in his voice and a confused commotion behind him, you think he might have switched on speaker when it suddenly gets louder.

“I want to see my little boy?” You phrase it as a question, but it doesn’t take more than seconds for the large kitchen doors to swing open, Dick holding little Tim below his arm and swinging him upright in both hands offering him like the lion king as he runs around the kitchen, small boy yelling in protest.

“Here he is!” They finally stop in front of you, Tim looking rather distraught and ruffled, hoodie bunched struggling in Dick’s grip, who has a large smile giving you your prize. You wouldn’t be surprised if he’d just grabbed poor Tim off the ground and ran with him here. Actually, you’d bet that’s what he did.

You snort, Tim looks like a very scraggled kitten in Dick’s arms, being swung back and forth a little in front of you for a reaction. You smile, opening your arms to catch him and Dick eagerly drops the poor boy onto you for a hug.

“Here he is.” your words are muffled against the collar of his jacket hugging him, and Dick decides to join in, this time lifting you both from off the floor in the hug and laughing at your surprised squawk and Tim’s further complaint.

Damian Wayne

Damian HATES this. With a burning passion, spewing death threats and curses to fill his swear jar every time it happens.

And it happens far too often for his tastes.

It happens at least once every time Grayson stops by, it happens every time Jason decides to grace the manor with his presence, Roy Harper even once had the nerve to join in on their ‘imbecilic fun’ when feeling especially bold once.

His father, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, even betrayed him by doing it once because “he wanted to see you smile”. A ridiculous reason, not justified, and may or may not have put his father toward the bottom of his list of 'lifelong enemies’.

But he can’t fault his father’s reason. You did smile. Rather brightly at that. And while he wont say being swung around indignantly and “looking like an angry, murderous little kitten” as his brothers have called it, is worth his suffering, he does receive a hug each time and grumbles quietly before returning it.

The first time it happened to Damian is certainly memorable for everyone at the manor.

You had never expect Damian to join in on your boys’ “I want to see my little boy!” tradition. Though all your other sons found great fun in doing so, all in their own fashion and happy to answer you call for company and a hug, despite how much Damian as grown in your time with him, you did not think this would be a line he would cross.

And he didn’t, willingly.

You also figured if anyone tried this with him, it would’ve been Dick. Not only had he tossed airborn Jason and Tim at you in the past, but he was one of the few people Damian tolerated to a moderate extent, liked, even.

So when Jason came running down the hall with a screaming, murderous Damian flailing in his grip while held at arms length yelling death threats and promises of pain, it grabbed everyone’s attention.

“Ma say you want to see your little boy! Ma say it quick!” It’s urgent as he tries to dodge a swift kick without dropping Damian, leaping over a couch toward you as you finally snap out of your shock and laugh breathlessly.

“I want to see my little boy!” You can hardly contain yourself at how ridiculous and wonderful it is as Dick narrowly swipes a lamp out of Damian’s grip just in time.

“Here he is!” Jason quickly dumps him onto your waiting arms, you hurriedly wrap him in a hug before he can lunge at Jason with fury.

Once Damian realizes it’s you who’s holding him back, both arms wrapped around his chest and trying to hide your snickering in his jacket, entire body shaking in effort, he slumps. Looking even more like a disgruntled little kitten accepting his fate. He can’t risk hurting you, to kill his idiotic 'brothers’, but he certainly wont admit he doesn’t mind your hug either.

Tim managed to get the whole thing on camera, his sniggering in the background the entire time. It’s one of your favorite family videos.

This is not a rare occurrence. In fact, anyone with the guts to try it (a few friends who may or may not have been dared into doing so) have brought you your little boy against their own safety. Damian is just so small, and carry-able.

Anonymous asked:

Virgin! Eddie talking big game but as soon as you even put the tip in he becomes a whimpering pussy drunk baby

mypoisonedvine:

Originally posted by eddiemunsonhaspermission

“Baby,” he panted, digging his fingers into your thighs, “baby baby baby– slow down, fuck–”

“Slow down? Eddie, I’ve barely got the tip in,” you noticed with a laugh, struggling a little to hold yourself up above his lap at this angle for much longer than you’d originally planned– you’d been so excited to slide down and feel him balls deep inside you–

“I know, fuck, but m'so close already,” he whined, “you’re so… warm.”

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touching din | din djarin

Originally posted by cutieodonoghue

Summary: The three times that Din bends his own rules and engages in physical touch. 

his primary love languages are acts of service and physical touch. i will die on this hill.
i started this one just to indulge in the thoughts of touching his lovely face. it’s been in the works for a while and although i know it’s far from perfect, i’m glad that it finally gets to see the light of day!
warnings: bad language, potential incoherence? idk i’m very tired but i hope you like it
tags: plenty of fluff, plenty of indulgent, sfw touching, and then a good handful of angst. rollercoaster central. this takes place over a period of time, so part of it comes after finding out grogu’s name, which is why he’s referred to as many things!
word count: 4650
written by: archie
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The travelling between planets would’ve been excruciating if not for your life partner and your adoptive child. The three of you made rather an unorthodox family. A runaway from Corellia, a Mandalorian and a… a sweet ball of green. An unorthodox family, indeed, but loving.

The Child chirped and bubbled away on your lap, apparently having a conversation with you while you sat in the pilot seat. You listened attentively, made agreeing noises at all the right moments, the lights of hyperspace travel filling the cabin with slow flashes. He really was so cute. You’d tell him it often, and you’d tell him that Din thought so too, even if he’d never say it. That much was obvious.

It was in the way he carried him, the way he protected him. The occasional pat to his head, or the quiet rub to his long ears as he slept. He wasn’t the type to openly say it, but it was clear, and that was what counted.

The Child reached out to the knob atop the gearstick, fingers wiggling.

“Baby, no. We have to always ask Din about the ship, hm?” You bounced him gently on your knee in an effort to ease the sad coos- but there was no need. A gloved hand reached around you, exposed fingertips closing on the ball. It was unscrewed and placed into the waiting green hands, content whirs and chatters soon filling the air.

The warmth in your chest grew into a smile as you dropped your head back, peering up at the helmeted man that stood just out of sight. “That’s a yes, then?”

A nod. “That’s a yes.”

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