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imnotselfryed · 1 year

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You'll be okay. [d. djarin]

(this is on my wattpad also! "Another Child?" Is too! user: @selfryed)

word count: 554

content/warnings: mentions of blood, dad-child relationship again, very angst 💔, definitely not proofread made this at 3 am, protective dad din is a warning itself, highly based off 2x08 (chapter 16) of the mandalorian, kind of a part two to “Another child?” but like MONTHS later, tried to keep it gender neutral this time **gif not mine**

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It's been a few months since you and Mando have met, and he has grown protective of you and Grogu even more since. It's like he had two children now.

“I swear to Maker, if you don’t get back to the Crest right now, I’m gonna-” Din was cut off by you stabbing each stormtrooper with your dagger, a weapon gifted to you when Mando first took you to meet the Armorer.

“Din, no. I want to help. He’s my brother after all.”

You and Din are now in Moff Gideon’s ship trying to save your little baby brother Grogu who was now captured in a room. It was a part of the mission to save him, and you both hoped that part would go as planned. Quick and easy. You both arrived there just in time as Din hacked in the door.

Grogu was just sitting there like the little bean he is. Apparently they found small enough handcuffs for him. Din pushed you behind him, protecting you as he held up his blaster as a threat.

“Drop the blaster,” Moff said as he lowered the saber dangerously low to Grogu’s head. “Slowly.”

Din sighed quietly as he put the blaster down while you looked at him in a shock. Seriously? you thought as Din also kicked the blaster to Moff. You started to grip your knife just in case Moff decided to make a move. You really wanted to be a help to Din, to save Grogu with him. You didn’t really hear a word Moff said as he rambled about the Dark Saber he was holding. You already knew Din’s impatient look under his helmet as he kept an eye on Grogu while he held you back. “I see you’ve brought another here?” Moff said as he inched closer to the two of you.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t harm them.” He said as he looked at you. “Take the child. But you will leave my ship immediately and we will both go our separate ways.”

You look up at Din as he walks forward slowly, not to pose as a threat and cause more of a problem. He already felt terrible he brought you on the mission and felt it was his fault Grogu got captured to just get a blood sample. He went to pick up Grogu, but at the moment he was going to, Moff activated his saber and slashed Din’s beskar across the back. “Mando!” You yell as he tries to protect himself and you. “Go! Get out!” He yelled at you as you ran to pick up Grogu and dash back out, but you weren’t fast enough. As if time had slowed, Din saw Moff slash you across your abdomen as you winced in pain, Grogu falling out of your arms as you fell to the floor and sat up against a wall.

Din used his spear to knock Gideon off his feet to save some time. He rushed over to you both as you held onto your stomach. “Hey, hey it's me, Ad’ika,” he says softly as you look down at your bloody hands. “Din?” “Shh, it’s okay. We’ll get you out of here, don't worry, okay?” Din held on to Grogu as he held your small hand.

“You’ll be okay.”

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Translation:

Ad'ika: Kid, child (correct me if im wrong)

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morgana-ren · 4 years

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hi I’m here to thirst.

shigaraki makes his gf fuck a joystick. discuss.

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Hhhhhhh yes fuck yes oh babey yes. So, dating Shigaraki can’t be easy, right? He’s temperamental, easily irritable, and disappears for long stretches of time on quests with his League. If something goes wrong, he’s going to be an insufferable asshole for a while. He’s one of those types that when he’s in a mood, he either won’t leave you alone or he won’t even look at you. He might use you as his personal stress relieving fleshlight until your thighs are chafed and you’re leaking cum from every orifice, or just flat out refuses to touch you for weeks at a time.

Now here’s the kicker. You’re his, and no one is allowed to touch you, and that includes you. If it’s not some part of him that’s inside you, there better be nothing at all. If he’s not satisfying you, you’re not getting off.

That presents a problem, especially when he goes through one of his month long mood swings where any time you try to coax him, play with him, seduce him in any way, he just shoves you off and tells you to leave him alone. The more persistent you are, the meaner he gets. See, the rule doesn’t go both ways. He’s allowed to pump his cock whenever he wants, but if he catches you with your hands inside your panties, he gets pissed and you are fucking in for it, and not in a fun way.

Well, that doesn’t mean you’re not tempted. You have needs after all, and if he’s not going to fill them, you’ve got to do something about it.

He hasn’t touched you in ages now. He’s too busy angrily ranting at Kurogiri down in the bar, leaving you in his room alone. You can hear him even, something something All Might, something something heroes. There must have been another public appearance that set him off this time.

He was already gone before you woke up, game still sitting on the same pause screen it was before you fell asleep. You doubt he’ll be back before the sun goes down, since he rarely ever is in times like this. That leaves you with a little free time to relieve yourself of some stress. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? As long as you’re quiet, no harm, no foul! So you slither your sinful little hands beneath your underwear, grinning like a maniac as you rub yourself. It’s been so long, so it’s easy to work yourself up into a slippery mess and slip your fingers inside, grinding your palm against your hand. If it’s any consolation, you tell yourself, you’re thinking of him when you do it.

Well, as it turns out, Shigaraki doesn’t settle for consolation prizes. You swear to God the guy has a sixth sense for your pussy clenching because when you open your eyes for a brief second, he’s standing in the doorway looking pretty displeased.

You can try to stumble over excuses or pretend that you weren’t just fucking your own fingers, but your splayed legs and soaking panties are a dead giveaway. All you can really muster is a the same look a scolded kid gets when it’s been caught stealing from the cookie jar, and Shigaraki is a very angry daddy.

“I leave you alone for a few hours and I come back to this.” He gestures to the bed you’ve so licentiously spread yourself across, raspy voice barely above a whisper. He steps inside the door frame, angrily kicking the door shut with the back of his heel. “What have I told you?” You could try to explain to him that it’s been well over a month since he last touched you, but you highly doubt he cares. You’re proven correct because even though he asks the question, he doesn’t wait for an answer before continuing his little tirade.

“Such a slut that you can’t wait to stuff your greedy cunt with whatever you can the second I’m not looking.”

He looks livid, but the hardness tenting at his pants says otherwise. Maybe the dry spell has been hard on you both.

“Fine. You want something inside you so bad?” He takes something from his desk, chucking some corded item your way. It lands hard and heavy on your lap, and it takes you a second to process what he’s telling you to do.

It’s his fucking joystick.

He loves this thing. It’s one of the few things he treats with respect. And now he wants you to… fuck yourself with it? It’s still plugged in for fucks sake.

You look at him waiting for him to say he was kidding, but he doesn’t. Just gives you that stern, blank look he gives when he expects something done and isn’t accepting any arguments.

It is oddly phallic. It has enough ridges along the length that you can tell it’s meant for a hand, but honestly, it probably wouldn’t be half bad. It’s long and thick, could probably stretch you in all the right places. Maybe that’s just your muddled horny brain talking. You wouldn’t look at this thing twice if you were in your right mind.

But you’re not. And he doesn’t seem to be either.

“Quit stalling. Grind on it.”

He’s not accepting any suggestions, it seems, and when he gets like this, it’s best to just do what he says and hope no one ends up hurt. So tentatively, you slip your underwear down your legs and kick them onto the floor before pushing yourself up onto your knees. His eyes flick to your discarded panties for a second before switching back to you, watching behind narrow lids as you tilt his beloved accessory at a diagonal angle and rub your wet pussy along what is clearly not meant for it.

The bulbous head of the handle brushes just right against your puffy clit, spreading your lips out around the toy as it stimulates you, and you can’t help but bite your lip as pleasure begins to pulsate once again. You’re already sopping wet, drenching his prized controller in your juices the more you rub against it. It’s not long until you’re sliding yourself up and down on it like some frenzied bitch in heat, working your hips against it and mewling with every hit against your swollen nub.

You risk a peak at Tomura. Surely, he’s got to be furious. He wasn’t expecting you to enjoy this, and you clearly are. This was supposed to be a punishment, but you can’t help it if you’re that needy.

But he’s not furious. His eyes are glazed over and drifting shut, palming his cock through the thick of his pants, watching you ride his paddle like it was made for you. Seeing him worked up only gets you that much hotter, the rolling of your hips intensifying until you’re openly moaning.

“Fuck it.”

You slow only slightly when you hear him speak, looking at him through heavy lashes. It takes a minute, but you process the words. You don’t question it. As you readjust your body, he slips his swollen cock out from his jeans, slowly stroking two circled fingers up and down. Your mouth waters seeing those pearlescent beads of precum weep from his aching head, but you’ve got another task to focus on at the moment.

With a little preparation from your fingers, you sink down on the makeshift prick, humming from the pleasure and pain as it stretches your walls. Even in your heated state, it’s thick and hard, contrasting your soft, squishy insides that try to contract around it even as it pushes further and further inside you. It only hurts for a moment, slipping deeper with less and less resistance the further it goes.

It isn’t until it hits the jelly ceiling protecting your cervix that you feel it. Some soft tap deep inside you and then a rumbling that knocks the wind from you. Something happens on the TV screen but you can’t focus on it. The controller vibrates.

It takes you a second to regain your bearings, but when you do, you begin to bounce gently up and down on the joystick, lifting yourself up by the knees only to descend on it again and shiver when that little red button pushes down against your lining and it hums deep into your core. Shigaraki giggles as your head throws back, a filthy, lustful moan escaping your throat. He’s pumping himself in time with your movements, breathing heavy as he watches you fuck yourself for his amusement on his second favorite property.

Using one hand to steady the base of your improvised fucktoy, your other comes down to your aching clit, rubbing in circles as your hips gyrate and your cunt sucks it inside your needy hole only to reluctantly release it again with each movement. You’re panting, sweaty and feeling the pleasure crest deep in your abdomen. If this was supposed to be some sort of punishment, the joke is on him, because between the fullness in your throbbing core, and the way it purrs just right in your sensitive heat, you’re going to cum, and soon.

Just to drive the point home, you whine his name, high pitched and pathetic.

You’re close, you’re close, you’re so close, you can feel yourself clenching and fluttering. You’re going to cum, you want it, you want it, you need it-

Before you can finish, a strong hand pushes you onto the bed by your shoulder. You yelp as you fall onto your back, your temporary plaything slipping out of you as you do. The pleasure ebbs downward and a frustrated cry is all you can manage. Something hits the floor with an undignified plunk and you realize Shigaraki has thrown his controller off the bed, taking its place between your legs instead. He’s already yanking your ankle down, positioning himself between your quaking thighs with a flushed face and dilated eyes. “This isn’t over.” He manages to slur, plunging himself inside you where cold plastic once was. He’s lost this round. But you have a feeling the game isn’t over.

#Shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #nsft #like for real #he makes you fuck his controller #Sorry if it sucks my friend :(#I've actually never written something like this before lmao #I'm having trouble getting into the groove of things today #submission #I am also quite drunk : )

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ilyasvieltrevelyanshepard · 7 years

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78. I never meant to hurt you - ship of your choice :)

Sorry for the delay!!! lots of shiny prompts and ideas keeping me distracted about it >_

“It sounds like you’re carrying some tension. Maybe I can help you get rid of it.” Shepard has left her spot near the wall and stands in front of Garrus, arms crossed and a lopsided grin on her face.

Those words, in her voice… Can mean what he thinks, right? “I, ah, don’t think you’d feel like sparring, Commander.”

Her face blushes slightly, but Shepard keeps eye contact with him, raising a brow in her decisive way. “What if we skipped right to the tiebreaker?” She walks to the console, leaning her hands on it, and the mischievous grin returns with force when she sees his mandibles vibrating. “We could test your reach… and my flexibility.”

Garrus’ piercing blue eyes avoid looking at her face, the harmonics of his voice lowering his tone. “Oh! I didn’t… Huh. Never knew you had a weakness for men with scars.” Looking at her at last, he sees the determination in her eyes, and he feels more comfortable to continue with the conversation, straightening his pose. “Well, why the hell not?” He turns his back to her, using the moment to get the courage to say the next words. “There’s nobody in this galaxy I respect more than you.” Some distant voice in his head remembers him about the differences in their species, “And if we can figure out a way to make it work, then… yeah. Definitely.”

Leaving the spot on the console, she passes beside him near the door, brushing his hand with hers before exiting the room. He follows her movements, eyes fixed on her hips and waist, while she moves away from him, until the closing of the door blocks the view, breaking the charm.

Returning to his spot in the console, he leans on it, talons clenching the sides of it with force. That didn’t happen, right? Jane fucking Shepard can’t be hitting on him, a scarred Turian with a twisted sense of honour… Spirits! But what if-- what if she really feels something for him? He has been bewitched with her since their first day on the Citadel, when he saw first-hand her martial power, her marksmanship, the force of her biotics. He was impressed with her then, maybe a little aroused, because he never fought beside a female this fierce, not even in the Turian Hierarchy. The months on the SR1 only cemented his feelings, but seeing their obvious differences and the way Kaidan looked at her, he just pushed them aside. When everything went FUBAR with the destruction of the Normandy, he stored the feelings in the bottom of his heart before embracing the darkness of Omega and turning himself in the Archangel. And now here he is, again in the Normandy, fighting beside her, covering her six, and she wants for him to do it in more than one way. Just thinking about it makes his heart rate spike. Closing his eyes, he opens and closes his mandibles a couple of times to calm himself, purring softly. ‘Whatever will be, will be. Don’t dwell on it, Vakarian.’ Opening the last file of the calibrations, he put his brain to work in something less distressing.

Two days had passed, and he has been avoiding her systematically. Garrus didn’t know how to talk to her without thinking about it, and his blood boils every single hour of the day when he catches her scent around the ship. He was in the middle of some calibrations when his omnitool beeped with a message.

“Vakarian,

Join me at the cargo bay ASAP. Special mission related.

Shepard.”

Garrus reread the message, just in case he misinterpreted it. Miranda hasn't sent any memo about a mission in the system, and the woman can’t be a lot of things, but absent-mindedly isn’t on the list. Maybe she needs to talk about Cerberus? Jack has been digging into the archives… He was so distracted with his own thoughts that he didn’t see the red light on the control panel of the elevator, which turned green as soon as he pushed it. The doors opened, and he steps into the cargo bay, looking for Shepard. The first thing he notices is that he can’t feel anyone besides them in the area. The second one is Shepard, sitting in a crate at the far end of the cargo bay, wearing a fitting tank top and a pair of cargo pants. When she waves to him, he feels his mandibles vibrate, listening to the low purr like it wasn’t him who was producing it.

Standing from the crate, she beckons to him, and as he walks to her, he sees the set of mats between them. Waiting for him just on the edge of the mats, Shepard crosses her arms until he reaches her, stopping at arm’s distance. “Glad you made it, Garrus.”

They knew one another for years now, and he can say, without any doubt, that she has a plan, so he decides to follow her lead, as always. “Well, Shep. Your message sounded important, so here I am. Someone has to give the good ideas on this ship.”

The grin on her face widened, the green eyes shining under the lights of the cargo bay. “Oh, don’t worry. I got this.” Uncrossing her arms, she reaches for the side pockets of her pants, searching inside for a moment before picking up something in each hand. With the items secured, she smiles broadly, but the gesture didn’t cover the blush on her face. “I have been thinking about our little chat.” His only answer is a little tremor on his mandibles and a twitch of his fingers. “And, against all the best judgement in the universe, I talked with Mordin about it.” The blush intensifies even more, but the fun is clearly written on her face too. “It was-- entertaining, to say something. But…” She throws him a little package and he catches it easily. Shepard keeps talking while he takes a look at the box on his hands. “Yep. Turian condoms. You can buy funny things on Omega, for the correct price.”

Garrus’ hands failed him, and the box falls to the mat with a soft thud. His face, usually stoic even in the middle of a battle, is one of surprise. Mandibles opened and brows raised. With a sigh, Shepard stores back the item on her hand and close the distance to him, recovering the box from the floor and giving it to him again. “I see that you haven’t thought that I was serious about it. Well, keep them, then. I’m not planning to pursue any other turian soon.”

Stepping aside from him, she begins to walk to the lift, face down but with the proud shoulders of a leader. But before she can reach the consoles, Garrus’ talons capture her arm, stopping her. The breath got caught in her throat when his free talon circles her waist and pulls her to him. When her body is pressed against his armour, he wraps his arms around her, keeping her in place. “I doubt, yes. But I had hope. You just surprised me, Shep.”

One of her hands raised to cup his scarred face. “When have I lied to you, Garrus? I meant every word.” Her fingers traced the form of his jaw, fingertips touching the sensible under the mandibles skin softly, making him tighten the grip on her. “Besides, I have done my homework too.” The hand travels up until it rests at the base of his crest, nails scratching softly the area where it joins his scalp. She can feel the vibration of his purr on her back, smiling to herself and giving silent thanks to Joker’s private porn collection. The awkward moment when she asked if he has some material has been worth in exchange of this reaction. “And I got a cream to treat any area your fluids got in touch, just in case it causes me an allergic reaction.”

He is still purring softly while her hands keep scratching his crest. “Good to know. I see that you have planned this better than a field mission. I approve it because it gives me the option to do this…” His tongue traces a line on Shepard’s neck, making her moan softly while tilting her head to give him better access. Using the new expanse of skin under him, he bites her, trying not to apply a lot of force. She mewls, writhing in his arms and making him growl in response. The feeling of her body against his, even through the layers of armour and clothes is making him crazy. When he bites her over the pulse point, and she moans his name, he lost it for a moment, talons piercing the tank top while embedding itself on her soft abdomen, making her scream of pain this time. Garrus let her go and makes her turn in mere seconds, raising the tank top to see the expanse of the damage. “Spirits, Shepard. I’m sorry. I--I never meant to hurt you.” Seeing the droplets of blood on her pink skin his mandibles trembled for a moment, his harmonics changing slightly. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”

Shepard’s hand move to raise his face, resting on his jaw. “First of all. That’s but a scratch, Garrus. I got worse while training. And second--” She closes the distance and plants a soft kiss on his mouth. “You can kiss my cuts to ease the pain.” Letting his face go, she lowers the shirt, using it to clean the blood while smiling at him. “Now, my dear Archangel. Take my little present and follow your Commander. I’m planning to test your reach.” Turning over her heels, she begins to walk to the elevator, stopping near it and looking at him over her shoulder. “And maybe your endurance too. My flexibility will surprise you.”

Garrus picks the box from the ground, purring at her words. “Aye aye, Commander.”

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