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number1mingyustan · 10 months ago

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can you write a virgin fem reader x mingyu, established rs au like that wonwoo’s one 🥺🙏🏻🤲🏻

bf!mingyu x fem!reader

warnings: explicit smut, kissing, cursing, fingering (f)., grinding, cumming untouched, multiple orgasms, mentions of oral (m.)

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"How long do I have to keep this on?" Mingyu asks with a pout.

You're seated on his lap, straddling him as you press the sheet mask down on his face. He's sitting on the toilet seat with his eyes closed.

"15 minutes," You tell him, smoothing the mask over his face. You pop up off his lap. "All done!"

He stands up and looks at himself in the bathroom. You stand there next to him, looking just like his twin. Both of you have your hair up in a messy bun, wearing matching pajamas and sheet masks.

Even with the mask, he can see you smiling.

Cute, He thinks to himself.

Looking at you warms his heart. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying this, the domesticity. It's your first actual sleepover as a couple and he's already looking forward to making this a regular thing in his life.

He won't admit it out loud though, can't give you the satisfaction of knowing he he enjoys the cheesy slumber party activities you have planned.

You then insist on taking mirror pictures with him, to which he pretends he doesn't enjoy. Once you're finally satisfied, you're running off to the kitchen, yelling about how the cookies should be ready to bake.

He follows behind you and you're already raking through his cabinets for a baking sheet. You pull the pan out and place it on the counter.

"Be a dear and grab the cookie dough out the fridge?" You ask as you line the sheet with parchment paper.

He agrees silently, smiling to himself as you take control of his living space. It brings him joy to see you so comfortable here.

He grabs the wrapped-up cookie dough you two made (you made it and he washed the dishes and stayed out of your way) and hands it to you. You form the dough into balls while he preheats the oven and washes up the last of the dishes.

You pop the pan into the oven and allow the cookies to bake before dashing into the living room and scrolling through to find something to watch to end your night.

...

A few hours later, you're cuddled up in bed, bellies full from the cookies and comfortable. His arms are wrapped around your frame as you've designated yourself little spoon.

You've already fallen into a state of slumber, chest rising and falling as small snores evade your lips. He holds you in his arms, front side pressed against your back and he tries to will himself to sleep.

This night has been nothing short of perfect and wholesome and he fears he's about to ruin that.

Mingyu has found himself in a bit of a... hard place.

Since it if your first night together, Mingyu is still learning a lot about you. And tonight he's learned that you move around in your sleep, a lot.

The material of your matching pajama pants is thin and with you practically grinding against him for the past 10 minutes, Mingyu finds himself struggling.

He can't help it, it's completely normal. But he feels like such a pervert. He tries to think about something else, anything else. But then you start moving and he's screwed.

He feels so bad. He knows you're a virgin, and it's still early in your relationship. This was supposed to be a wholesome night, but now he's got a raging hard-on and it's aching uncomfortably in his pants for relief.

You shift in your sleep again, pressing your ass up against him more and he fucking moans.

His heart drops, he hopes you didn't hear that.

"Gyu?"

Fuck, you totally heard that.

"Yeah, baby?" He asks.

"You okay? Sounds like you're in pain." He shifts again.

You reach over, turning on the lamp.

"-And something poking–oh."

His heart drops and silence fills the atmosphere.

Okay so he's in a little bit of a pickle. A dilemma if you will. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but he's also really fucking uncomfortable right now.

If it wasn't dark in here and you were to turn around you would see how red his face flushes in embarrassment.

"Sorry," He apologizes sincerely. "You were moving a lot and it just kind of... happened."

You shift again, turning to face him. "It's okay." You say in just above a whisper.

"I don't wanna make you uncomfortable. I'll just sleep it off, ignore it honestly."

"Was already getting uncomfortable Gyu," You whisper.

Before he can question you, you're guiding his hand between your thighs, slipping below the waistband of your pajama pants and underwear.

"Oh shit-" He whispers.

"What do you want baby? I'll take it slow." He breathes out.

"Your fingers–" You moan out. "Wanna cum on your fingers–fuck–please."

"Are you sure?"

You nod. "Please."

He's quick to oblige, applying more pressure to your clit as he draws circles around your sensitive bud. You let out a sob, pushing your hips against his fingers.

He knows you need more than this.

Who knew you could be so needy?

He stops his movements to strip you of the layers covering your lower half. He lays you on your back, hovering his body over yours as he slips a finger into you.

He starts slow, pumping at a steady pace before slipping in a second finger.

"Ngh–" You moan.

He curls his fingers, pressing his digits against your inner walls to satisfaction. His hard cock is straining against the fabric of his pajama paints.

His length throbs, aching as he leaks precum, wetting the front of his pants. As distracting as it may be, he keeps his focus on you. His own pleasure is far out of his mind as his pace increases.

He pumps his fingers into you, harder and faster. You writhe beneath him, bucking your hips up to meet the rhythm of his fingers.

Oh fuck– this is so good. You've never experienced this kind of pleasure before. His fingers are much better than your own. Longer, thicker, and much more skilled. You can't help but be curious about how it would feel to have more.

The image flashes across your brain. Having all of him inside of you, filling you up inch by inch as his body weight crushes you. The rhythm of his hips, the sounds he would make, the feeling of his cock...

But you shake the thought and decide not to be greedy. Mingyu is doing a great job right now, drawing you toward the brink of an orgasm much faster than your own fingers ever have.

You squeeze your eyes shut, small hand gripping his forearm as he works his fingers inside of you. You feel your lower tummy tighten, and you moan out.

"Close–hah fuck, 'M close," You warn him.

He draws circles around your clit with his thumb as his fingers work inside of you. The sudden shock of pleasure causes you to instinctively shut your legs closed.

He sucks his teeth in disapproval, prying your legs back open with his other hand and forcing them to stay that way. You let out a sob as he continues his ministrations and elicits a proper orgasm out of you.

Your hips grind against his fingers as the pleasure courses through your body. You cry out his name, tightening your grip on his arm as he draws out your pleasure.

He hums in approval, eyes glued on you as he watches you ride out your orgasm. He wants this image forever etched in his mind and he has every intention of making it happen again.

His hand slows as you come down before he pulls out of you completely. He licks his fingers with a grin and sits you up on the bed.

"How do you feel?" he asks, pushing your hair out of your face.

"Fuck Gyu.." You breathe out with a grin. "incredible."

He smiles. "Glad I could help."

He plants a kiss on your forehead and you feel his body weight leave the bed. "I'm gonna get you something to drink."

You groan, holding onto his arm and pulling his body back. "Don't go."

"I'll be right back," He chuckles. "I swear."

You pout, eyes shifting between his face and the obvious tent sprouting in his pants. "Don't go, wanna suck your dick."

You pull at him, again, but this time his body falls onto the bed. You completely caught him off guard with that. You climb on top of him, straddling him as you pull up his wifebeater and your palms rub against his chest. "Please?"

"Shit baby–I don’t know if you should–"

You frown. "But I wanna."

"I don't think you can handle it yet, baby," He breathes out.

Mindlessly, you begin grinding down on him. The feeling of his hard cock against your already sensitive clit is exhilarating. "I think I can."

He lets out a groan, tilting his head back and showing off his adam's apple. He rests his body weight on his elbows, licking his lips as his throat dries up. He's so sensitive right now and having you on top of him is not helping. He's afraid he'll cum as soon as you take him in your mouth.

"Fuck–uh..." He groans. "What are you doing?"

Now the wet spot on his pants has grown. You're leaking as you grind down on him and it's driving him crazy. Your clit throbs against him, aching for more and building up to another orgasm.

You're still sensitive and the craving you have only grows.

"I'm not–hah–doing anything–fuck!" You moan as you grind down on him.

Your hips pick up in pace and you've long forgotten about your original objective. It just feels so good, too good."

You grip the bed sheets as you continue to grind against him. Both of you let out a string of breathy moans and groans. It's pathetic almost, the way you're humping each other like horny teens, but fuck–it's getting the job done.

His hands grip your waist and he guides your body as you grind against him. His eyes fall shut and his hips begin to match the set rhythm.

"Shit..." He whispers.

It doesn't take long before you're cumming again, this time leaking against his clothed cock as you moan out with your plans pressed flat against his chest. Your head falls back and you ride out your orgasm, driving him into his.

He lets out a long groan as the stain on his pants grows again.

You both breathe heavily as you come down, staring at each other with half-lidded and hazy eyes. He sits up, pushing your hair out of your face once again, and kisses you softly. The kiss lasts longer than anticipated as you lose yourselves in one another. You don't let it escalate again however, pulling away, and pressing your foreheads together.

You poke out your bottom lip and pout. "Wanted to suck you off."

"Shit Y/n," he lifts you off his lap. "You're crazy."

You giggle. "Sorry, you bring out a different side of me."

He sucks in his breath. "Here I was trying to be all respectful and you're acting all freaky."

You grin, planting another kiss on his lips as you lay side by side. He changes into a fresh pair of sweats and hands you one of his t-shirts before venturing into the kitchen to get the drink he promised.

He grins when he sees you wearing his shirt and hands you a glass of water. He kisses your forehead again nd climbs into bed with you for the night.

This time, you both fall asleep peacefully through the night undisturbed.

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#seventeen smut #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen drabbles #mingyu smut #seventeen mingyu #kim mingyu #asks #kpop

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noosayog · 2 years ago

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[parking ticket] ft. sawamura daichi

wc: 1k

contents/warnings: fem! reader, reader is referred to as ma’am, timeskip characters. for the sake of story, let’s pretend the Miyagi prefecture parking rules go by the same ones in the States but Daichi is not an American cop because acab till I die!!

A flash of light catches your attention when you look up from your phone from inside your car. By meter for the spot you’re currently parked in, is a cop who is tapping away at his little device, looking between his device, your car, and the meter that is currently flashing red.

“Wait!” you say frantically, exiting your car.

The cop looks up. When you meet his eyes previously hidden by his cap, they linger a bit on you before he levels you with an unimpressed look.

“I just got here! I was planning on paying.”

“Ma’am, I saw you pull into this spot before I circled around the block. And now, it’s still not paid.”

You cringe. When you had pulled into the spot, 10 minutes early for your scheduled manicure appointment, you figured you could just kill time in the car. You were scrolling through your instagram feed, looking for nail inspo when you noticed the cop.

“I was in an important call!” you fib.

The cop puts his device down, and props his hands on his hips. You inappropriately take note of his broad shoulders and square jawline. His unimpressed gaze remains as he tightens his jaw.

“You could have just paid the meter then went on with your call.”

“It really was important! So important that I needed to get on the call the second I parked.”

He picks up his device and continues tapping, eyes now darting down to your license plate.

“Please, please! I swear, I plan on paying! It was just a couple of minutes,” you beg.

Tap, tap. The device spits out a little piece of paper and he rips it from the jagged teeth of the mini printer.

“Fine!” you say, storming over to where he’s standing. You quickly insert some coins into the meter, jabbing them in with your thumb for good measure. “I was on a call with the hospital because I just found out my grandma has stage four metastatic breast cancer, so if that warrants a ticket, then leave it on my dash, asshole!”

With that, you walk swiftly away, both frustrated and impressed with your own quick thinking.

You’re pleased to find that after your manicure, there is no ticket on your dash.

You squash down the slight guilt you feel when you instead see a little note with a simple “sorry about your Grandmother” scribbled on.

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It’s a couple weeks later when you revisit the nail salon for some regular upkeep. You pull into a spot and quickly exit your vehicle to feed the meter. You didn’t want to take your chances in this same area, knowing there’s potential for a certain cop to be patrolling. You’re waiting at an intersection when a tap on your shoulder gets your attention.

Turning around, you find yourself not surprised to come face to face with the same handsome cop as the other day.

“Hey, nice to see you again,” he says.

“Oh, hi. Yes,” you nod pleasantly.

He takes off his police cap and tucks it neatly between his arms and torso. Even with his face half covered, you knew he would be nice to look at, but with his cap off, you get a full view of his gentle brown eyes and cropped black hair.

“How’s your grandma? I’m sorry I was being such a hardass that day.” He rubs sheepishly at the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Oh,” you smile a bit. “She’s fine. I lied so you wouldn’t give me a ticket,” you say breezily.

The light at the intersection turns green.

“See ya around!” you wave and start walking.

You get a couple of feet before the officer falls into step with you.

“Hold on a sec. Are you saying your grandmother doesn’t actually have cancer?”

“Nope.”

“First of all, you shouldn’t go around lying about stuff like that, what if you speak it into existence?”

You shrug, “both my grandmothers are already dead, so…”

“Oh…” he says awkwardly. “Sorry to hear that.”

You laugh again at his shifty eyes.

“What’s the second thing?” you ask.

“Hm?”

The two of you continue your leisurely stroll, side-by-side. You’ve already passed your salon, but you figure another lap wouldn’t hurt.

“You said ‘first of all.’ What’s second?”

“Ah,” he nods, sticking his hands in his pocket, relaxing his gait. “Second of all, why would you tell me you lied? I still have your license plate.”

“Well,” you pretend to ponder, a mischievous smile growing. “Are you going to give me a ticket, officer?”

He smiles too. “Depends. You might have to pay me back in some other ways.”

“That sounds oddly inappropriate given your position in law enforcement,” you joke.

“How about a date?”

You startle a bit, not expecting a straight shot from someone who seems very, well, reserved.

“You don’t even know my name,” you qualify.

“I do. I looked up your registration.”

You stop to face him, mentally noting the number on his badge. There, if he was creepy or weird, you could report him or something.

“I'm free tomorrow night?”

“Perfect, pick you up at 7?”

“You don’t even-”

“I know where you live. Registration, remember?”

“This feels like a misuse of government resources.”

He leans in a bit, close enough for you to feel his minty breath on your cheeks. “May I?” he whispers.

Dazzled, you nod.

He gives you the lightest kiss on your cheek, before taking one large, respectable step away. “My name is Sawamura Daichi. I promise I won’t do anything weird with your information unless you deserve another parking ticket in the future.”

“Hey!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, then,” he says, fixing his cap back on his head and giving you a cute little salute before walking back the direction he came from.

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brodygold · 8 months ago

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Trick or Treat

Eighteen-year-old Kyle slouched in the doorway, arms crossed as he listened to his parents give him the rundown. "You promised you'd help your little brother tonight," his mom said, eyeing him sternly. "We’re counting on you."

Kyle sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Halloween wasn’t his thing anymore. He was too old for trick-or-treating, and besides, all his friends were out at some party he’d much rather be attending. But his little brother had begged, and now here he was, stuck on candy duty.

“Fine, I’ll take him,” Kyle muttered, pulling on a hoodie to ward off the October chill. He grabbed a pillowcase for the candy, half-emptying his pockets before he shuffled out the door. As they walked, his brother dashed ahead to each house while Kyle trailed behind, barely paying attention. He scrolled through his phone, ignoring the laughter of kids in costume racing past him. The night felt endless.

That was, until they turned a corner and came upon a house Kyle hadn’t planned on visiting: Brody’s place. Brody was one of those guys everyone at school knew—star player for the Golden Army soccer team, always wearing that bright golden jersey, oozing confidence with every step. Kyle had seen him around but never really talked to him. Brody was in a different league, not just in soccer but socially, too.

Brody’s house stood out on the street. The porch light glowed a soft amber, and the decorations were minimalist—no spooky inflatables or loud music, just an understated, cool vibe that matched its owner.

Something pulled Kyle toward the door, almost against his will. His little brother had run off to another house, leaving Kyle alone in front of Brody’s place. With a half-hearted knock, Kyle waited.

The door swung open, and there stood Brody, taller and more imposing than Kyle had remembered. His golden jersey seemed to gleam under the porch light, the Golden Army crest practically shining. He flashed a charming smile, his eyes flicking to the pillowcase in Kyle’s hand.

“Well, look who it is,” Brody said with a chuckle. “Didn’t think I’d see you out trick-or-treating, Kyle.”

Kyle felt a little embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well… I’m stuck watching my brother. You know how it is.”

Brody nodded, though his smile never faltered. “Lucky for you, I’ve got something special.” He reached into a bowl, but instead of handing Kyle a regular candy, he held out a gold-wrapped chocolate bar. It was unlike anything Kyle had ever seen, gleaming under the light with an almost hypnotic glow. The wrapper bore the Golden Army emblem, as if it had been made just for him.

"Here," Brody said, holding it out. "For you."

Kyle blinked, confused. "Uh, thanks." He took the chocolate bar, feeling its weight in his hand. There was something odd about it, like it was more than just candy.

Brody smiled knowingly. “Enjoy it, Kyle. You might be surprised at what happens.” With a wink, he stepped back inside, leaving Kyle standing there, the golden bar heavy in his palm.

Kyle stared down at it for a moment before slipping it into his pocket. It wasn’t until later that night, after his brother had passed out from his candy high and the house had gone quiet, that Kyle finally remembered the strange chocolate bar. He sat on his bed, pulling it from his hoodie pocket, the golden wrapper catching the moonlight through his window.

“What’s so special about this?” he muttered to himself. Shrugging, he unwrapped it. The chocolate inside looked rich and velvety, its smell sweet but with a hint of something else—something warm, almost electric.

Without thinking much more, Kyle bit into it. The chocolate melted on his tongue, smoother than anything he’d ever tasted. For a brief moment, everything was fine.

Then, the change began.

A wave of warmth flooded Kyle’s body, starting from his core and radiating outward. He dropped the wrapper in shock, gripping the edge of his bed as his body tensed. His muscles twitched and then, impossibly, began to grow. His chest heaved, expanding as his arms swelled, his once-skinny limbs filling out with muscle. He could feel his shoulders broadening, becoming wider, more powerful.

“What the hell?” Kyle gasped, his voice deeper now, almost unrecognizable. He scrambled to his feet, stumbling toward his mirror. His reflection shocked him—his once gangly frame was transforming before his eyes. His biceps bulged beneath his skin, stretching the fabric of his shirt until it tore down the seams. His thighs, once slim and lanky, were now thick and muscular, filling out his jeans until they too ripped at the seams.

His face changed next. His jawline sharpened, becoming more defined, his cheekbones higher. His hair shifted, growing shorter and styled into a tousled, athletic cut that perfectly suited his new look. His skin was tan, glowing with a healthy, athletic sheen as though he had spent hours training outdoors.

The transformation didn’t stop at his body. His clothes, or what was left of them, began to shimmer. The torn remains of his hoodie and jeans morphed, dissolving into a fitted golden jersey with the Golden Army crest blazing proudly on his chest. His jeans reformed into soccer shorts, perfectly tailored to show off his newly muscular legs. Even his sneakers shifted, transforming into sleek, golden cleats.

Kyle stood there, breathless, staring at his reflection in shock. He was no longer the lanky, awkward teenager who had slouched through Halloween. He was… different. He was a jock now. His body was athletic, built like the soccer players he had once envied from afar. He flexed his arms, watching the muscles ripple beneath his golden jersey.

As the physical changes settled, new thoughts and memories flooded his mind. He could see himself on the soccer field, running drills with the Golden Army, feeling the camaraderie with his teammates. Brody was there, laughing and clapping him on the back. Kyle could remember celebrating wins, the thrill of scoring goals, the pride of wearing the golden jersey. He wasn’t just a jock in appearance—he belonged on the team. He was one of them now.

The awkwardness of his old life felt like a distant memory, fading away as new confidence surged through him. He stood taller, his posture naturally relaxed yet powerful. There was no hesitation in his movements anymore, no self-doubt. He was part of the Golden Army, and it felt right, like he had been destined for this all along.

Kyle—or whoever he was now—grinned at his reflection, his heart pounding with excitement. The transformation was complete, and he wasn’t just okay with it—he loved it.

He stepped out of his parent's house, making his way back to Brody's place. He needed to show his bro how much he appreciated the candy, and knew just how to do it.

#golden army #thegoldenteam #male transformation #soccer tf #jockification #male tf #jock tf #golden team

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s1llysmut · 1 year ago

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hii :3 i was wondering if you could do a jealous/possesive Lucifer x reader smut fic with an aftercare bit at the end? preferably a trans (f to m) reader but if not im not picky :]

A/N: Yes of course!!! I’ll do my best!!!

CW/TW: Breeding, jealousy, slight blood, biting

Mine

Alastor x reader smut

It was a regular day at the hazbin hotel. Angel Dust was flirting with Husk who was running the bar, Vaggie and Charlie were discussing plans for the hotel, sir pentious was watching Nifty sweep the floor for the 67th time, and Alastor and you were sitting on the sofa. You scrolling through your phone, Alastor reading a newspaper.

It was quite a peaceful quiet day. Or at least it was.

“Charlie!”

“Dad! What are you doing here?”

In walked the king of hell. While his daughter rushed over to greet him, so did Alastor. Just, well, not as friendly.

“Ah! If it isn’t the king of hell! Finally being a mediocre father and visiting your daughter?” Alastor smiled but it was obviously not happiness behind his eyes.

Lucifer’s eyebrows furrowed and his mouth opened but surprisingly no sarcastic response came out. Instead he closed his mouth as quickly as he opened it, and started waltzing over to none other than you.

Uh oh. This can’t be good.

“Y/n! Oh it’s so good to see you!” Lucifer smiles brightly at you as he sits beside you.

“Oh hi Lucifer. Nice to see you too,” realistically you don’t care if Lucifer is at the hotel or not. Some people love him like Charlie, others hate him like Alastor, however you just genuinely don’t care.

You can see Alastor’s eye twitching from where he’s still standing near the door. Lucifer seemed to have also noticed your boyfriend’s annoyance.

“By God Y/n, you look absolutely dashing today! Just the image of perfection!” Lucifer leans in closer to you, you can tell he’s only doing this to piss off Alastor, which seems like it’s slowly starting to work. Somehow though, Alastor kept his composure.

Then Lucifer pulled you into a hug. Just a regular hug, there was nothing inherently wrong with it, however, Alastor never has been able to tell right from wrong.

In a swift and fluid motion Alastor digs his claws into the back of your shirt and lifts you up out of Lucifer’s grasp as if you’re a kitten.

“A-Alastor!” You yelp as he carries you off wordlessly.

When you arrive to your shared bedroom he simply drops you onto the bed. Not harshly but certainly not gently either.

“Alastor what the fuck was that?!”

“That my dear, was me protecting you from sin itself,” he snarls.

Ohhh now you get it.

“Are you- are you jealous?” You ask, trying not to laugh while also a bit shocked.

“Jealous? No no darling, I don’t get jealous, I get possessive,” he smiles eerily.

“What’s the difference?”

He climbs onto the bed until he’s hovering over you.

“Jealousy is wishing for something others have…” he leans in and kisses your neck before pulling away.

“And possessiveness is protecting what’s already mine.” He bites at your neck just enough to leave a mark with a bit of blood.

“Alastor!” You squeak out.

“Shhh I won’t hurt you my darling~ I just need to make sure he knows you’re mine” he whispers in your ear while quickly stripping himself of his clothes.

Once you quickly realize what he’s insinuating you begin to strip yourself.

Once you’re both fully naked he pauses above you, looking down at you. You can almost see a sort of gentleness in his eyes for a split second.

“Hell, you’re beautiful my dear, such a handsome man,”

He retracts his claws and slides a single finger between your wet folds.

You shudder and moan his name weakly.

“My my, such a naughty boy, so wet over what? Another man flirting with you?” He almost growls out the last words.

“N-no that’s not it at all!-“ Your attempt at protesting failed when he starts fucking you at a fast pace without any warning, causing your words yo melt into moans.

“A-Alastor! F-fuck!”

He pounds into you at a brutal pace, like a crazed animal in mating season.

“Good boy~ moan my name louder. Let him know you’re mine, let them all know you’re mine.”

He reaches his fingers down to rub at your most sensitive spots while his lips connect with your neck, licking up the blood he had spilled earlier.

You continue to moan his name while clutching at the sheets. Alastor is so long you could feel his tip kissing your cervix over and over again.

“That’s it my precious boy, cum for me. Cum for me and only me” he continues to thrust into you. You can hear faint radio static, meaning he’s close as well.

“A-ALASTOR! FUCKKK!~” you scream out his name as you finish on his dick. You were definitely loud enough for others to hear, not that you care right now anyways.

“Fuck that’s a good boy~ I’m going to cum inside of you. Fill you full of my children. Claim- fuck! you as mine~!”

Alastor’s thrusts get a bit sloppier and the radio static gets louder before you feel an explosion of warmth inside of you.

After he comes down from his high he lies on your chest a moment to catch his breath. You run your fingers through his hair, cherishing these rare moments of vulnerability with him.

Master a while, he pulls out of you and lifts you up bridal style. Normally you’d protest, claiming you can walk on your own but, let’s be honest, no you can’t.

He carries you into your bathroom and with a snap of his fingers the bath in front of you is filled with warm water, rose petals, and candles.

A few minutes later you’re in the bath together, you’re half asleep and Alastor is washing your hair while humming some old timey song.

After the bath he dries you both with a snap of his fingers and gets you cozy in bed. You fall asleep pretty much immediately. As you sleep he admires you. He’d never admit it but he studies your features every night while you’re asleep.

He leans in and gives you a gentle forehead kiss before whispering,

“I’m so glad you’re mine,”

A/N: AHHHH I HOPE I DID OKAY?!?!?

#hazbin hotel #smut #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin smut #smut fic #headcanon #smut headcanons #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #hazbin x reader #breeding k1nk #cw blood #tw blood

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is-bakugou-alive-yet · 9 months ago

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Hello, I'm a bit curious about for how long are you planning to run this blog? Please feel free to ignore my ask if thinking about it makes you unhappy.

I really don't want to sound mean, I enjoy scrolling my dash and seeing your posts pop up - makes me smile every time ^w^

I'm just curious. Because in manga Bakugo is alive and can't die because the manga is finished as far as I'm aware. So will you continue until even anime is over and he couldn't die? Or indefinitely because yes, Bakugo is alive and well in our hearts? I would love that but would understand it you saw it differently.

Have a lovely day and thank you for brightening my mornings with reminding me that one of my favourite characters is alive <3

This blog will still be around with the regular Katsuki post.

The manga countdown may end when it reaches a full year of Bakugou being alive. (Horikoshi you could have stretched the manga another 3 months)

The anime countdown might pause when season 7 ends (unless Katsuki returns in the last episode) and pick back up the week before season 8 begins, which could be a year or two from now.

Katsuki will always be forever.

#not a countdown #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bnha #mha

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dont-f-with-moogles · 1 year ago

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The Envelope (Part 2) (NSFW) Dazai x Reader 1261 words

Cold morning. A tentative blue threaded with pale clouds. Mist had gathered in the corners of the windows. The double doors remained closed for now; you still had time to unload the gleaming cups and saucers from the dishwasher. Your manager - Uzumaki’s renowned, veteran barista - passed by the counter. His mouth was pulled to the side as though he was suppressing an uncomfortable smile.

“I, ah… think someone is trying to call you.”

With a wave of his hand he gestured to the lit smartphone which lay, singing idly to itself, nestled between a tray of glasses and the petty cash tin. A leaden weight had settled in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t need to check to know who it was.

As you continued stacking the cups within a wall-mounted cupboard the phone’s melody ceased, only to be followed by the sound of a chime. One insistent ping followed another; a flurry of notifications without pause. With a pained sigh, you retrieved your phone. Refusing to scroll back and read the long reel of previous messages, your eyes settled on the most recent.

Not that I want you to rush back of course! It’s only a small fire after all.

There came the rapid tap of your thumbs in reply.

I told you this morning that I’m not coming back until after my shift.

Dropping the device down with a thud, you continued to put cups, glasses and cutlery away, all the while ignoring the series of shrill sounds which rang impatiently from your phone.

“Sounds like someone wants to talk to you,” the café owner observed, unlatching the double doors and releasing a flood of warm light into the long room. Rather than answer, you pretended to search for something in the dishwasher’s cutlery basket.

“Perhaps you ought to answer him?”

“What makes you think it’s a him?” you countered, looking up at just the wrong moment. The café manager’s smile was all-knowing. He was a people watcher; an inadvertent gatherer of secrets. He had held his position with quiet pride for many years, unobtrusively pouring coffee as the lives of his customers played out around him.

Lifting a small bag of sugar cubes, you began to refill the ceramic containers on the tables.

“...in any case, if you don’t answer, he might come up here.”

Hesitating, sugar tongs still in hand, you managed a derisive snort. It did not take long for your false bravado to cower upon itself. Thinking better of it, you stalked back to the counter to seize your phone.

I won’t be back til 6. Grab a shower or a coffee or some fresh bandages if you have indeed set fire to yourself - whatever you need, but don’t wait for me to get back. Spare key in the teapot.

The device had hardly touched the surface when its screen glowed in response.

Good to know there’s another spare. I took the key you hid in the sconce. Think I’ll hang onto it ;)

You do that. Think I’ll have the locks changed.

Ah! You’re driving me insane! <3

“Miss?”

“Coming!” you called, relieved by the distraction. A steady queue of customers had formed from the cash register, snaking out into the hallway beyond. Stifling a yawn, you poured coffee into paper cups, adding a dash of milk here; a shot of syrup there. Plastic lids were fastened on in succession. You stretched your arms and arched your aching back. Names were penned on cardboard. The morning rush was always this busy, only to be followed by… silence. There was the respite after the madness. The calm before the storm. Only a visit from your rather irregular regulars could break up the monotony now. The Armed Detectives from the fourth floor, with their wild antics and raucous laughter… You ground your teeth. Not that you were thinking about him though. Not that you were, even now, considering checking your phone for his messages. Too often you had witnessed those poor souls who fell for his superficial charms. They would weep, helpless, struggling to comprehend the reason for his sudden absence. How ignorant they were, never knowing he had already moved on to his next person of interest…

Even as you stood, reasoning so calmly with yourself, your hand was inciting a mutiny against your mind and body. You reached for your phone again.

Ditch work. Tell the boss you have a headache and need to stay in bed ;)

I think he might see through that brilliant scheme?

Cruel mistress! Don’t make me beg :(

This is on you. I’m not making you do anything.

Three little dots danced, taunting, as he crafted his reply. You set the device to one side each time the café owner strode past. It was more than your job’s worth to be caught sending messages to one of your regular customers.

As the manager stooped to clear one of the tables, your phone buzzed irritably.

Don’t pretend. And for the record, I hate being made to wait.

Wait for what exactly? You smiled; it wasn’t like you to behave so coyly but, somehow, his persistence had reeled you in like a spider’s silk.

Seriously? Don’t forget that I’d been trapped behind bars for WEEKS. You know I couldn’t stop thinking about you in there. I thought last night was all I needed but holy fuck, I already miss your pussy…

The weight in your stomach shifted. Something sparked, like flint on stone.

It’s 9:28 am! We’ve only just opened.

Well what time does your pussy open? Cause I’m

Heat flooded your cheeks. You felt your pulse beating in your throat; blood roared thunderously in your ears. You looked up - another poorly-timed gesture - to witness Ranpo glance away thoughtfully, his finger tapping his chin. The detective who saw through everything.

You dropped your phone with a clatter.

“I thought the temperature was mild today,” he observed dryly, such was his way of small talk. “Is it hot in here?”

“Yes,” you answered automatically, placing your phone face down before you could read the rest of Dazai’s message. Given the brief glimpse of the words hard scream beg and gag you could only assume it contained some tangible threats. You dusted down your black skirt self-consciously and reached to tighten the fastening in your hair, remembering that you had been forced to wear it loose today. Only its dark curtain, as it swung about the white frill of your collar, could hide the blemishes he had left upon your skin the night before. Incriminating marks which had branded you as his.

“Sorry, I uh- Let me pass you a menu-”

“Sweet curry,” Ranpo declared without pause. “And, not that it’s any of my business, but Dazai thrives on dysfunction. Nothing bores him more than having his own schemes go smoothly. I wouldn’t be so quick to give him the replies he wants.”

You gaped in astonishment. “That’s not- that’s-”

“One doesn’t need ultra deduction to read it in your distracted demeanour; the way you’re repeatedly picking your phone up, cursing to yourself… we’ve seen it all before. It’s the Dazai effect. Not to mention the circles under your eyes, your constant yawning…”

“Plus those hickeys speak for themselves.” Yosano had appeared behind him. “Pour us both a coffee - you look like you need it.”

Ruefully brushing your hair down against your neck, you turned away, poured out two cups and grabbed a blue Ramune from the fridge. What had ever made you think that sleeping with Osamu Dazai would have gone unnoticed by a group of professional detectives?

Part 1 (tw)

#part 2!#dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai x fem!reader #text replies #bungou stray dogs #bsd #n.sfw #my writing

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wip · 1 year ago

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I've noticed you've started doing some work towards giving sideblogs functionality with basic features which is great- can I once again beg you to make it easier to block from a sideblog? currently you have to click to go all the way onto the offensive blog so you can copy the url, get back out of there, go to settings, select the sideblog, scroll to bottom, click blocked blogs, paste url, click ok, then get back to dash... please just allow it as an option from dash like regular blocking or best of all, a "block from all your blogs" option, I BEG you (PS the offered "block from main too" when you block from inbox or messages doesn't work: maybe you could fix that as well, or stop offering it since it isn't actually an existing option)

Answer: Hey, @b-a-n-d-e-r!

Thank you for the feedback, here. We can let you know for sure that we will consider it. It’s certainly a nifty idea, and it would be nice. For now, however, we can confirm this is not on the roadmap as yet.

Watch @changes for any news on this.

#feature #blocking #side blog #security #backend #your suggestions

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foursthemagicknumber · 11 months ago

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Something has been in the works for a while now and i’m proud to introduce a sneak peek at MONKEY MECHS

credits to @kis5ki5skai for beta reading

Dollar rush! The best convenience store in the world!

MK ignored the loud advertisement as he ran across the upper roofs of Megoplis. He was so high up that the air was almost clean… almost.

He jumped for the next building, but instead of aiming for the roof, MK grabbed onto a drain and jumped. He slowly slid down to the next floor, crossing over the fire escape.

For a second he paused and looked out over the neon city. Lights bright enough to drown out details. Lights bright enough to drown out the start of a sunset.

He ran down the fire escape level by level.

“Hi Mr. Sandy!”He shouted at the big blue covered man sitting on his own fire escape.

“Hey Mk! Don’t work yourself to death, okay?” the friendly blue giant shouted back

“No promises!”Mk shouted before sliding down the ladder the rest of the way.

His feet hit cracked concrete and he looked around the empty plot as he jogged over to Pigsy’s noodles.

“Coming in!”He shouted as he dashed through the kitchen. He grabbed the bag of delivery’s before turning to head out the door.

“EH EH EH!”Pigsy shouted.

“Sorry!”Mk stepped back over and hugged his dad.

“Alright now scram! Can’t have any dick heads complain’ about cold food!”

Mk was back out the door just like that. Running from address to address. Delivered each package of delicious noodles and when it came to his last delivery of the day he came in through the window.

“Hey Piff!” He smiled at the woman who was working away at her commission of jewelry,”DB!” He gave the large man a high five as he passed. He tried to ignore the tattoo he knew was cover up of the Brotherhoods sigil, but his eyes still darted towards it for a second to long.

“She’s in the garage.” Piff nodded in the direction of it.

“Thanks!”Mk headed out the door and ran down a flight of stairs and into an open sided work space.

There were a few cars in the process of being fixed. That’s what Red’s work was officially. But if you crossed into the back of the workshop you could see where she did most of his work .

“Yo Red!”He called out into the work shop.

“With a patient!”He shouted back.

Mk navigated the cluttered workshop to the back and stared for a moment as Red worked.

Her patient was definitely one of his less savory clients.

“I got you your noodles,”He set the cup of noodle on the desk and pulled up a chair next to him.

The clients eyes looked directly at him. It would have been a perfectly normal look except for his right eye. A deep scar ran along his face and instead of a regular eye. It was purple and mechanical. It seemed to study him.

“Hi?”

“Hello,”The man said coldly.

“Oh stop talking you’re gonna get burned!”Red pressed some sort of stick at one of the man’s cybernetic ears… One of his six ears.

It occurred to Mk exactly who it was that lay before him. The infamous six eared Macaque.

Macaque grinned like he knew exactly what thought was running through Mk’s head.

Mk quickly left the area to wait in the front. He tapped his toe repeatedly and resisted the urge to pull out his holo screen and start scrolling.

After what felt like eternity the six eared Macaque entered the area,”Hey kid.”

“Hi,”Mk squeaked, praying he wouldn’t die today.

”You friends with the Doc?”

“Yep.”

“Good. Best to have smart friends,”The macaque left with a wave of his tail.

“Sorry about that,”Red came up next to him wiping her hands with a towel,”I know you don’t like meeting my patients.”

“What? Nooooo!”Mk’s voice pitched up several octaves.

Red rose an eyebrow.

“Ok yeah fine, but it’s not like it’s a big deal! You’re not exactly…on the radar. Where else are they gonna go?”

“Fabulous question,”Red grabbed the bowl of noodles from his tail and popped apart some chopsticks.

Mk watched as he ate,”Dude how?”

“It’s good!”

“You get special ordered extra spicy of the spiciest thing on the menu!”He shouted.

>save…

“Champagne?”A waiter asked.

Nezha wordlessly took a drink off the platter in front of him.

His father waited until the woman was gone until he began talking again,”Either way, we’ll need to increase the rent of the our properties if we want to keep up the quota for this year.”

“Yes father,”Nezha spoke numbly. He scanned the other people at the party. The room was filled with wealthy members of the upper class. Thus they tended to be exceedingly boring to be a part of. One girl however stood out in the crowd. She had bright green stripes of hair, and seemed just as bored as him staring up at the lights. A felling of almost kinship blossomed in his chest.

“That girl,”His father followed his gaze,”One of the dragons, Shes not much younger than you.”

“How old?”Nezha asked because to his father age really was just a number.

“A good 22 I think.”

Nezha didn’t have it in him to explain seven years was not a small age gap.

“She’s got a powerful family. Marrying into it would be a wise choice.”

“I’m not marrying a girl I haven’t even met,”He did not want to add that he didn’t want to marry anyone at all let alone a woman.

“Maybe if you did, I’d forgive you.” his father said with a frigid tone.

A memory of… The incident flashed in Nezha’s head.

He sighed,”Yes, of course, Father.” Nezha muttered, bowing his head.

He crossed the party to approach the girl, his father’s sharp and cold eyes following him.

Nezha stopped in front of the girl awkwardly standing infront of her for a bit before clearing his throat.

She startled before her face shifted into a pleasant abit shaky smile “Oh hi.”

“Hello,”He tried to give her a smile,”My name is Nezha.”

“Ok,”The girl seemed uncomfortable.

“I love your hair,”At least he was telling the truth,”It’s very vibrant, reminds me of leaves.”

“Oh, uh, thanks”,She gave him a strained smile,”Look I got to go find my mom sorry.” the girl quickly exited the situation and walked over to her mom.

“What are you doing?”Her mother questioned with highly arched brows.

“Uh, leaving an awkward conversation,”She said as she rolled her eyes.

“That man was clearly interested in you,”She hissed,”You need a husband!”

“Mom-“

“Nope! Go back over there and at least talk to him,”He mother whispered,”I’m not dying without grandchildren!”

Mei walked right back over to Nezha and smiled,”Hi, sorry about that. Where were we?”

“Uh we met and then…” Nezha looked awkward as hell.

“OH!”,she exclaimed,”My bad, I never introduced myself,”

She stuck out her hand,”Names Mei!” she smiled,”Well here’s to meeting!”She clinked her glass against his.

“Right…”

“This is awkward isn’t it?”She asked.

“Very… I’m sorry I should-“

“Wait,”Mei sighed,”Hand me your holo screen.”

Nezha handed her his unlocked holo screen. He was way too trusting, she thought as she put her number into the device,”Call me?”

“Sure, of course!”Nezha mumbled. After that they small talked like there was no tomorrow. By the end of the party Nezha knew nothing new about the girl and her of him. He sighed as he walked through the streets. He knew it would be wiser to catch a car to his home, But walking helped clear his head. He stoped by a railing and watched as cars flew by. If he focused hard enough he could see the floor of the earth at the bottom.

A man leaned against the rail next to him,”Ya like the sights?”

Nezha gave a small nod.

“You got a light?”He pulled out a cigarette.

Nezha held up his lighter and flicked the flame.

The man leaned forward and light the cigarette,”So what’s a sweet little boy like you doing all alone.”

Nezha didn’t answer. The man gently took his chin and turned his face to look at him,”I could help with that loneliness, 400, that’s all I ask.”

Nezha studied the prostitute and sighed,”Deal.”

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gumnut-logic · 1 year ago

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Sweetapple Slices - Slice 2

Sweetapple | Dear Mr Tracy | Along the way | Slice 1 | Slice 2

@idontknowreallywhy asked a question and I tried to answer it, but Alex and Virgil refused to behave, so we have a fic, but no answers. Also, fic is sugary sweet goop.

Oh, and it should be noted that all these Slices are standalone fics within the universe - consider them slices of life with these two :D

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the read through. Again, I might need to offer her that dental plan. Also to @idontknowreallywhy for egging me on.

I hope you enjoy this romantic sugar fest.

-o-o-o-

“You know, isn’t all this stuff secret?” Alex gestured around him.

Virgil shrugged and tilted his head. “You looking to sell it to anyone?”

Alex’s eyes widened. “God, no! I wouldn’t-“

The rescue operative grabbed him by both arms. “Hey, I’m kidding. We know you wouldn’t do such a thing.”

Alex froze. “We?”

Those gorgeous biceps relaxed just a little. “You don’t think we let just anyone onto our Island, do you?” And he arched a lovely eyebrow.

“You have such beautiful eyebrows.”

Both suddenly shot up.

Oh, did he say that out loud?

Eh, blame it on the concussion…from a few days ago now. The Tracy family had shown no sign of needing to kick him, or his mum, off this amazing chunk of rock. Today Virgil was off rota and Thunderbird Two was set for regular maintenance, so he had been asked down here to ��keep Virgil company’.

So far ‘maintenance’ had consisted of staring up at the great green Thunderbird, staring around her hanger, an extended session of smooching under her tail fin, and now he was sitting on the edge of Thunderbird Two’s co-pilot seat caught between stunned amazement and the percentage chance of another snoggy in the corner.

Any corner. There were at least four in the cockpit. Did that roof hatch open?

Honestly, he had never thought this would be his state of mind when he finally got to see all of this up close.

Of course, it wasn’t the first time he had been aboard Thunderbird Two. But last time had been sudden and unexpected and his brain had been fretting over so many things.

Now he was so happy he was likely to blow a blood vessel or something.

“Yours aren’t bad either.”

What? He scrolled the conversation back a little. Oh, eyebrows. Huh. “Never thought about them much. Yours, however, definitely require thorough consideration.” He reached up a hand, and hesitating for permission, brushed a finger the length of Virgil’s left eyebrow.

Chocolate eyes eyed him from beneath. “This is new.”

Be daring. “All of this is new.” He withdrew his hand.

“You have a point.” As if in revenge, Virgil reached up and brushed a tangle of Alex’s messy blond hair behind an ear. “I can definitely get used to it.”

He also had the most beautiful smile.

Okay, he had to stop this line of thought before he grabbed Virgil and really embarrassed himself.

“Um, yeah.” He gestured vaguely around the cockpit. “How long have you been flying Thunderbird Two?”

Virgil sat back a little and let go of Alex. “Nine years as her primary pilot. Took over from my Uncle in ‘55. Though there has been some downtime during that time.”

“And you keep her maintained?”

“Me and Brains.”

“Who’s Brains?”

Virgil’s lips twisted. “You haven’t met him yet.”

Oh.

“Don’t worry.” Virgil reached across the dash and flipped a few switches. “He tends to keep to himself. I’ll drag him out of his lab later.” His finger retreated to his jawline. “I think you’ll like him.”

“I will?”

“You’ll see.”

Okay, be mysterious.

“Would you like some coffee?”

Alex stared at him. “You’re really asking that question? Even after how many times I’ve managed to steal coffee off of you.”

Virgil smirked as he stood up. “It was really only once and you were very amusing.”

“Amusing!”

Virgil was laughing as he strode over to a corner of the cockpit, hit some buttons, and revealed the holy grail of all coffee.

Alex couldn’t help but stand up and be drawn to it. Virgil had given him the plans to this creation from heaven, but between Siliwrap and Virgil’s visits, he hadn’t managed to find time to finish putting it together yet.

Besides there was something about the coffee being handed to him by a visiting handsome rescue operative that was its own kind of addictive.

And Virgil always brought plenty.

His drug dealer of choice, apparently.

“Hey, you still with me?” A hand was on his arm and Alex realised he had been standing, staring at the holy grail like a stunned mullet just a little too long.

Virgil had that worried medical frown on his face again.

He had done that a lot over the last couple days.

The man had enough bruises on his arms and legs to pop Alex’s eyes out of their sockets - something about a roof almost falling on him during the Gisborne rescue. Yet Virgil brushed it off as a day-to-day thing.

He was ‘fine’, don’t you ‘worry’, happens ‘all the time’.

But the scattering of bruises Alex possessed, the headache that popped up every now and again, and any slight croakiness of his voice and Virgil was all over him with that yellow scanner thing.

Speaking of which…

Alex grabbed Virgil’s wrist gently as he attempted to wave a randomly appearing scanner over Alex’s head. “I’m okay, Virgil.”

The wrist in his hand relaxed and the yellow light switched off. A gentle tug and Alex let Virgil’s wrist go and the man turned away, stashing the gadget back into wherever it came from.

It was very obvious that Alex had scared him by being caught in the earthquake.

Alex took that extra step closer, slipped up behind, and slid his arms around the man’s chest, resting his chin on Virgil’s shoulder. “I’m okay.”

Heavy lifting arms wrapped around his. “I know.”

“You do realise you have brought me into the presence of the machine that makes your glorious coffee. I mean, I should be kneeling on the floor, bowing in reverence.” A smile. “Give me something to hold so I can drop it in amazement.”

Virgil chuckled. “I doubt you could pick me up.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Virgil twisted himself around in Alex’s arms until they were facing each other. “I could say that you already have, but that pun line is groan-worthy.”

Alex did groan, but then Virgil’s lips found his and he was suddenly very much distracted.

Yes, this corner would do nicely.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #alexander sweetapple #virgil tracy/alexander sweetapple #romance #nuttyfic

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stretchyyonko · 1 year ago

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- the 3rd draft on my notes HAHAHA

- itallic (you) bold (kaiser) regular (others)

- idk what to put as title 🥹

- idk why I did kaiser tbh pls don't kill me

- words: visors - the helmet face shield

- beware of typos 😭

"Y/N sweetie are you going to school today?"

"yeah, but only to pass this invention of mine, yet I need to try it first, buuuttt i don't know where to try it"

"I'll be home later before dinner mom!"

"Okay then take care sweetie! By the way he's already outside waiting for you!"

"Huh? Who?....wait, it's kaiser isn't it?"

Her mother let out a chuckle as you went outside and saw kaiser leaning on his motorbike scrolling on his phone.

"Why are you here?"

He smirked along with a scoff as he put back his phone on his pocket.

"What else? I'm here to pick you up princess"

"I can manage myself to go to school"

Suddenly you thought about trying on your latest invention.

"Oh wait I can use these roller skates I just upgraded!"

He was confused to what you are saying not until he saw the roller skates you are holding.

"Oh..you mean those?"

"Mhmm"

"Do they go fast?"

"You bet they do" you said with a huff, proudly showing off your latest invention.

Kaiser looked closely on your invention and lets out a smirk.

"Okay put those on, I'm curious how fast can it go, we'll have a race"

She just look at him if he's serious or not.

"H-Huh?"

Kaiser smirked when he saw your reaction.

"You heard me princess, now put those on before I go and put it for you or are you perhaps scared?"

You glared at him as he attempted taunting you.

"NO! I'M NOT!"

"Then put those on, and let's race on the high way, our finish line is the post lamp near to the Berry Cafe"

"Ughh fine wait post lamp? The one near to the Angels Bakery?" He nodded

You sat down on the side walk as you put on the roller skates and kaiser helped you stand up and gave you your pink helmet that he always carry whenever he went to fetch you and put it on.

"Ready?"

"W-WAIT AT LEAST LET ME TURN ON THESE THING"

"fine" he rolled his eyes and it's your turn to smirk as you pushed the on button and started dashing away, leaving kaiser behind dumbfounded.

"HEY! THAT'S A FOUL MOVE!"

"WE'RE NOT IN A SERIOUS RACE IDIOT!" you replied as you gave him the blep expression.

He got triggered and pumped his pace towards you and managed to went ahead from you.

"Woah...not fair your motorbike is sure faster"

"Well you're fine I guess, don't lose to me or else punishments are waiting for you princess" he said and winked at you.

You then pressed on your phone the highest speed for the booster and it indeed went faster and you managed to surpass kaiser's speed.

He got surprised at your sudden dash beside him.

"Tch, you're cute brave enough to match this speed, I like it"

"You're about to loose though..."

He just glared at you and went even more faster. But it's already late cause you already went on the finish line.

The only problem you have right now is you can't stop.

"What? Did the buttons malfunctioned?"

Even kaiser was confused why'd you go pass the finish line. He got a little worried as he drove to you to check up on you.

He managed to catch up on your speed as he opened his visor as he multitask on looking at you and the road.

"WHAT'S WRONG? WHY ARE YOU NOT STOPPING?"

You also opened your visor to properly look at him.

"I-I DON'T KNOW THE BUTTONS MALFUNCTIONED!"

"WHAT?!"

You two are in the middle of a conversation when both of you didn't saw the downhill.

"Wha-WAAAHHHHHHHH!" you screamed from the top of your lungs as you lunged downhill but you managed to balance your body, except it added more speed to your skates.

Kaiser let out a frustrated sigh as he was thinking of how to make you stop.

*HONK! HONK!*

You look in horror as a big truck was coming on its way to you.

"H-Help...am...am I gonna die??" You said outloud as you got stiff while the roller skates shutted down yet the speed is still fast.

Kaiser suddenly thought an idea as he went to catch up with your speed.

"GRABE INTO ME PRINCESS!"

you got off in your trance as you quickly hold kaiser as he hold your waist and the other hand was busy driving the motorbike.

He managed to match your speed and slowed down to the nearby city down hill and stop by to a nearby gasoline station.

"T-Thank you.." you said controlling your tears.

He took off both of your helmets, as he just gave you a menacing look.

"You...you're so careless sometimes"

"S-Sorry.."

He just let out sigh as he parked the motorbike, as you stood there quietly which made him surprised.

"And now you're awfully quiet"

He was about to add another scolding when he heard you sniffing, when he turned he saw you huff your cheeks to prevent yourself from crying.

He let out a chuckle, and went to you wiping off your tears.

"Go on... Talk now princess"

"I-I thought I was gonna die..."

"Mhmm without me you would've been squished by that truck"

He hummed as he calmly wipe your tears looking at you.

"If w-weren't for you I-I..." You're hyperventilating at this point...

He just chuckled and hugged you calming you down, you clutched your hands on his polo shirt as you let out your cries.

"Hush now princess, what matters is you're safe hmm? Now stop crying you look like a douchebag."

You glared at him and wipe your tears and broke off the hug.

"Fuck you, you're not the one who got traumatized today."

"Oh? Still feisty despite of the incident earlier? Love that on you princess"

"Shut up Remy look-a-like"

He looked at you dumbfounded for a while before glaring at you.

"At least I'm a good cook"

"No you're not"

"I basically cooked a Schnitzel for you last time"

"Still, shut up"

"Tch, should've not rescued you a while ago"

"I'M JUST JOKING!"

Kaiser let out a laugh at you change of answers..

Suddenly his phone buzzed, he seemed to got a text from noel noa.

"Princess we need to go back right now..Noa needs me to go for practice"

You suddenly got sad that kaiser is already leaving.

"Can we go to the beach for a minute?"

Kaiser contemplated at first but it's just minutes, it'll not hurt him if he's a minute late right?

"Yeah sure but only for 10 minutes okay?"

"YAAYYY!"

He snorted when you cheered like a kid who their favorite toy.

"LET'S GO!!"

You pulled him on the seashore but hesitated.

"No princess, I'm not going..I'll stay put to watch you here..."

"Tch, bummer"

"Off you go now, you know you only have 10 minutes."

"Oh shit right"

You then quickly took off your roller skate invention and wemt running on the shore as the chill wind blew by to greet you.

You're enjoying yourself splashing on the sea water like a kid.

Meanwhile kaiser was watching you from the distance with a smile on his face, he took out his phone and went to take pictures of you.

He was admiring you from afar his heart thumping freely and he's relieved that you're far or else his secret will get out.

His little secret.

That he's been pinning you for so long.

His only problem is you're dense behavior, despite of his flirting attempts.

But what got him questioning is you not minding him calling you princess or is he delusional?

10 minutes have passed and you went back to him carrying 2 seashells.

"I'm baaaacckk! By the way I just saw these seashells"

"Hmm? Ohh those are very pretty..."

"Yeah-"

"Like you..."

You got surprised at his words and looked at him.

"Wha-"

"L-Let's go back now princess?"

"Y-Yeah"

You two awkwardly went back up as kaiser went to prepare his bike.

"Uhm i'll hold beside your motorbike.."

"You sure princess?"

"Mn"

Kaiser then started the engine of his motorbike.

"You can star-"

You got surprised when he pulled you to him by your waist and gave you a light kiss.

"Y-You-"

"Shush now princess, let's talk about this tomorrow okay?"

You didn't argue further and simply nodded.

"Good girl, now hold tight behind okay?"

"HEY WAIT! DON'T GO ON FULL SPEED!"

"Haha I'm just kidding princess, i'll just go slow this time"

He then started driving in medium speed as you hold on him for dearlife.

He took you safely at home as he then again kissed your cheek goodbye as he went to their daily training.

And yes noa did scold him for arriving late.

Is it worth it? Yeah its worth it.

- uhhh hope you like it mwehet

#blue lock #michael kaiser #bllk x reader #kaiser x reader #pls I'm really shocked myself to write about kaiser

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crimeboys · 8 months ago

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cyrus crimeboys so good to see u again it’s been so long since I’ve been on this side of the internet and its so fun to see all the regulars on my dash back here (shoutout to Luke and Clings)

ngl 2023 dsmpblr (tntblr) was a top tier experience. c!crimeboys basically started my poetry writing saga (it also peaked with c!crime, since I haven’t been able to make anything really good since I left). I remember you had a pretty big influence on a couple of my poems, just wanted to say thanks for your fics.

(also while scrolling I found it very funny how some people have me blocked now like that’s so valid cos I yap about 20 rich men going vroom vroom in fast cars now)

HI HI HELLO ‼️‼️ so nice to see you too :]

it really was, such a good fucking era 😭😭 and this is understandable, nothing inspires quite like c!crime. and that's so sweet of you to say, happy i was able to provide inspiration :]

THAT'S SO FUNNY listen... a lot of my mutuals went to f1 and car stuff i think it fulfilled their need for rpf with a side of drama. which is all sports is to me. HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING YOUR RICH MEN GOING VROOM VROOM ‼️‼️

#asks

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10 and 19? If you're feeling it?

10. What's been your favourite interaction throughout your VtM experiences? Can be in game, playing video games.. anything.

Honestly, its giggling like a kid with my mutuals talking about our characters like we are playing dolls. I mean that in its entirety. Who's allied/enemies and/or sleeping with who, what new scandal dominates the dash, what horrid event is someone's character living through... I used to scroll my dash and read it like the morning newspaper. If I'm off, I still do. I keep in regular contact with a few of yall, and some have become irl friends and we've branched out into games and mediums. And we still come back to "what are our idiot night sluts up to this time??" and laugh. Special shout out to a few very stellar dash moments: Dash bingo, The Ignite the Shadows comic (when Hazel blew up Elysium), an entire discussion about what your protean form looks like (lots of birds), and of course, our regular discourse on the ethics of ghouls.

At the table, I love watching that first dread moment hit new players. I have been the storyteller a few times, and I've had that click occur with a few different players. When they realize that the game isn't going to go their way- and they still had to know what happened next. Its like climbing under the blankets to hide from a scary movie, and then still peeking out to see what happens next. I love that moment. I actually did have a friend dive under their blankets and screech into their pillow. That was one of my storytelling highlights, knowing I had successfully told a story where that was a genuine reaction- and they wanted to know more.

19. Which character is least spoken about? Speak about them now!

My sabbat thinbloods. What a bunch of losers. I have some of the pack on Tumblr, but I rarely have them interact with many people due to spoons and time. They're more of an insular story, but I enjoy having people ask them questions and interact with other OC's to broaden their horizons and expand on their characters as I write their story. The elevator pitch is this is the origin story of the Path of the Sun and how its ideology and message spread to the thinbloods across the world. First character is @fullmetal-amalgam or Quicksilver. Ey're my face of the pack, even though they detest being so. Their job is to make deals, to find other "kindling" and bring them into the fold. They are not good at it. Yet. Their alchemy is something to be feared and they have the knowledge to incorporate their artistic message through it- and forcing it upon the imbiber. BJ and Tommy have both experienced this: and its not a pleasant one. Quicksilver's internal struggle is the fact that they are a living antithesis to the dogma ey believe. Ichor @bloodtoichor, the pack priest, teaches that the thinblooded are blessed and free of the curses of their ancestors- free of the influence of the antedilluvians. Even those still cursed can free themselves from these chains- they just need to have faith (blind faith). If you still have your curse or are clinging to chains, you just didn't follow the word true enough. Punishment may be in order, twinged with pity. It is similar to how some prosperity gospel teaches that you must put your faith in god and if something bad happens, clearly you just didn't love god or have enough faith. Poor quicksilver has their sire's Toreador clan curse and its hooked in deep. Anything they do and anything they achieve will never be enough, because no matter what they do the sleeping ones still have a hold on em. Quicksilver is a high conviction/willpower character despite their struggle and I see them overcoming the pitfalls of their blood and becoming something truly fearsome.

Their other half, though Quicksilver would rather suffer final death than admit it, is Nightmare, played by a friend of mine. As a duo, Nightmare and Quicksilver are constant rivals, trying to one up each other, and always fighting. The relationship between them is best described as "I attack you because its the only way I'll get to have your hands on me." Nightmare's disciplines match his namesake: lots of Dominate and Mind manipulation. Aside from Nightmare is Honeytrap, @honeytrap-official and is the secondary source of shenanigans in the pack. It may seem that her character is primarily comic relief, but in truth, she is the closest to actually achieving the heightened states Ichor preaches about. Her powers reflect this. Honeytrap is a thinblood hivemind. There are possibly hundreds of Honeytraps out there. She is a virus, she is the something that survives after 99.9% is killed. She infects the minds of the embraced and overtakes their unkindled grey matter. Her name sake is literal. To vampires, she smells unfathomably delicious, and uses her sweet blood to lure unsuspecting kindred and cainites to their doom. Honeytrap's disciplines mimic the OG Dementation tree and Tzimisce fleshcrafting- two things thinbloods definitely don't have! Lastly is Ichor. If the other three can be built using V5, Ichor gets built on Old World of Darkness rules. The concept is that Ichor is 100% operating on an entirely different set of rules, even to your typical shovelheads. He walks with authority and knows he can win any conflict that comes his way- so long as he wields an old, bronze sword. This sword is like the one ring, its hopping from wielder to wielder to get back to its original owner, a demon asleep within Tiamat's mind (totally normal and actually canon). So long as he never loses the sword- he will always win. Always. Additionally, Ichor seems to possess knowledge and ability to use nearly any discipline he wants- even ones that are extremely difficult to find teachers for. He is the one teaching the pack how to resonance hunt, and often showcases the powers he's gained from finding a fleeting resonance. He is very patient towards Quicksilver- something the other pack members pick up on and cautiously decide to not ridicule (except Nightmare). Ichor is a rather blank slate other than that. I have several floating concepts for what he is, not who he is. In truth, when you are making a sabbat that might not matter. But, I feel like it does him a disservice. Ichor, from a writing perspective, lacks an end goal. He has plenty of small achievements, but no big grand scheme or battle to win.

Well, I hoped you enjoyed me babbling about the bad guys for a moment. These idiots aint gonna survive. The messengers might be dead, but the message is alive. Follow the Sun.

#//thanks for the ask!#hazel answers questions #ooc

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prolix-yuy · 3 years ago

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Ache

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: In the aftermath of illness, Mando takes another step.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, illness (not graphic), descriptions of male and female bodies, fingering (f receiving), grinding, male masturbation, allusions to sexual acts, we’re still yearning because we have trouble letting ourselves have nice things.

Notes: First I’m making up things about space banks, now we’re speculating about space doctors. I hope in the great Star Wars universe they’ve figured out things like (galactic?) health care and insurance premiums. Poor little Grogu is suffering in this one, but I promise he’s in good hands.

Takes place after Bloom.

Cross-posted on AO3

I Think of You Series Masterlist

You’re tired.

No, maybe more than that.

Bone-deep, drop-dead, some-other-cute-phrase tired.

Your hands are braced on the edge of the ‘fresher sink, body leaning over so your head can hang between your shoulders. This stretches your back, relieving some of the tightly-screwed muscles that had been screaming at you all morning. Much like the cause of your all-encompassing exhaustion.

The child had been fussy after you left the green planet. You didn’t think much of it. Mando told you he just gets tired of being on the Crest for such long periods (don’t we all) and sometimes throws a fit when the days spent planetside are cut short. The day after blaster training (the memory of it still heating your face) had been one of those disappointing days. Looking up to see Mando galloping around a corner, blaster bolts screaming past him and puffing into the dirt at his feet, you had to take off without whatever forest treat was occupying the child’s attention.

He definitely hadn’t let either of you forget it when he tipped his ration pouch out onto Mando’s lap while looking him right in his visor, deadpan baby face daring you to be angry about it.

(it made you have to hide a smile behind your own dehydrated meal)

It had taken a few laps around the Crest for Mando to regulate his breathing again, the stresses of the day coming to clash against the child’s sass. A curious villager turning informant. The scream of TIE fighters overhead. A flash of white and a race off planet. A reminder that yes, you are indeed still being hunted (the reason why Mando brought you on his ship, right?) and dallying on planets puts more than just you in danger. The child should know better than to pout but he’s also, well, a child.

So you didn’t recognize at first that the grumpiness he was exhibiting wasn’t normal “green baby smarminess” and instead something to be worried about. You began to take notice when he stopped sleeping, not because he wanted to play or be mischievous, but because something was obviously bothering him. His baby squeals and screeches were pained, the first time you’d ever heard that, and it made you dash to your datapad to try and figure out what might be wrong.

Having his unique physiology, it was hard to find anything to compare it to. Maybe a routine illness, but you weren’t sure what could bring him relief. Would regular medicine be fine, or would it be too strong for his small body, or not metabolize correctly?

After recalculating the jump drive algorithms and leaping back into hyperspace, the third time in as many days, Mando descended the ladder and found you scrolling frantically through your datapad, the child wheezing and crying in his hammock. You weren’t much better, anxiety and worry making your sight bleary and your nose run. Mando rushed up to the cot, hands fluttering over the child as he recognized his father, little baby arms outstretched to be coddled. Mando picked him up immediately, soothing him with soft shushes and examining him head to little toe.

“How long has he been like this?” Mando asked you, and you hurriedly ran through the progression of symptoms without lifting your eyes.

(can’t let anything happen to him, Mando’s child, you promised you’d keep him safe)

“Hey,” Mando said sharply, making your eyes snap to him. He filled your vision with darkness and beskar and you couldn’t help the grimace that wracked your face.

“I don’t know where he got it, or what it is, or how…how to make him feel better,” you shuddered out. The child’s wet cough was a blaster bolt to your chest.

(take it away from him give it to you)

“Stop,” Mando said firmly, kneeling down to your level. He put a heavy hand on your shoulder and made you look into his visor. “We’ll figure it out. He’ll be okay. He tried to swallow a live pylat bird once, he’s been through worse.”

Mando’s attempt to break you from the cycle of misery helped, and you nodded and rubbed snot from your upper lip.

Two days passed as you used Mando’s connections to find a medic who could give you proper medicine for the child. A round of antibiotics to clear any foreign pathogen, a syrup for the cough, and hot showers and lots of sleep to let his body heal. It sounded so simple when she said it, giving you a small bag with clinking bottles, but you had felt out of your mind with worry. You barely slept the last few nights, the wet breathing and occasional sniffs and coughs keeping you too alert to the child’s condition.

Now, it looked like the medicine was doing the trick. The child’s color was coming back to a vibrant green from the sickly color it held before. The hot showers, held in yours or Mando’s arms (whoever’s turn it was), cleared a lot of the phlegm that tortured him at night. He was finally starting to sleep again, and you suspected he would have a few marathon nights now that he could rest uninterrupted by his body’s rebellion.

That didn’t change the fact that now you couldn’t sleep. It’s as if your body is conditioned to every small noise in the ship, waiting for a dangerous silence to fall. You want to scream in frustration, but the child just got to sleep after shrieking up a storm all morning (appetite’s back) and working through a burst of energy that depleted your final reserves. You think he’ll sleep through until dinner, and keep telling yourself you should too.

Mando is far less affected by the days of restless nights and lost sleep. “Not much different than hunting,” he says quietly, stroking the child just behind his ear. It works like a charm, eyelids drooping as he falls off. Mando neglected to set coordinates for the next stop until the child was settled, instead spending the days on the ship giving him medicine and attention.

(the kid does love that part)

(you do too)

But the child is asleep, a good sleep too. And you cannot for the life of you get your body to do the same. You know you need it, desperately, but the adrenaline in your blood is coursing through you like electric shocks.

With a moan you straighten back up, looking in the ‘fresher mirror. Your eyes are bloodshot and tired, face puffy from rubbing it constantly. Your hair is wet from the “relaxing” shower you tried to take, but it only made sleep crawl further from you. You put the heels of your hands to your eyes and sigh loudly.

“Kid’s still asleep.” Mando’s voice envelopes you from where he’s now leaning in the ‘fresher doorway.

“Yeah, great, that’s perfect,” you say, no feeling behind it. “He’s got the right idea.”

Mando chuckles as you finish hanging your towel. The wetness from your hair has seeped into the back of your shirt and you’re annoyed at the sensation. Everything feels wrong and uncomfortable and you just want. To karking. Sleep.

“Looks like you could use a nap too,” Mando offers.

(no shit metal man)

“Oh yes, definitely, if I could just get my Maker-damned brain to shut off,” you huff, a tired grimace on your face. Mando straightens and watches you a little more closely. You can see him in the mirror’s reflection, half shrouded by the low light of the hall with golden gleams reflected off the beskar.

“When adrenaline runs too high, sometimes you can’t get it to come down,” he says, and while you're half bent over the sink you notice him sidling up to you. Slow, his feet barely lifting off the floor.

“Not sure how I’m supposed to deal with that,” you snark back, squeezing excess water out of your hair. You feel stuffy and swollen with exhaustion, your eyelids heavy but the deep pull of sleep not following when you shut them. Which you do, Mando’s voice is often a nice soporific when you’re bored in the cockpit listening to him make intel calls. You’d fallen asleep uncomfortably in the jumpseat several times just listening to the deep hum of the vocoder reading off coordinates.

“There are a few good ways to bring yourself down. Deep breathing,” Mando’s voice is becoming hypnotic as you listen with your eyes closed.

(Stars, maybe this will do it)

“Meditation…” he offers, which you scoff at. His voice sounds closer now, almost behind your shoulder.

(If you fall asleep on your feet, will he carry you to bed?)

“Would you like to know how I do it?” Mando practically purrs, and his voice is right by your ear. You force your eyes open, a light furrow in your brow, to see Mando standing directly behind you.

The gleam of the paudrons spans past your shoulders, the helmet hovering by your ear. It’s tipped towards you, the visor trained on your face, before turning to look at you in the mirror. You glimpse your lips, open in surprise, and the lift in your brows before both of Mando’s arms come up around you, fingers gripping the fresher sink next to yours. He’s barely touching you, boxing you in but not crushing you.

“Mando…” you squeak out, and the helmet tips enough for the bottom lip to press against the crook of your neck.

“I take my cock and think of where I’d rather be putting it, and fuck my hand until I cum,” he grits out, his words alone igniting a heat in your cunt. Your knees feel weak for a moment, your body threatening to collapse back into him.

“Can I do that for you, Mesh’la? Fuck you with my hand until you cum?” You gasp, fingers tightening on the ‘fresher sink as you squeeze your thighs together. One of Mando’s hands comes up to cover yours, his warmth contrasting the coolness of the metal under your palm. The other drifts to rest on your stomach, fingers splayed. You can see the orange of his gloves bright against your dark top, thumb making soft strokes against the fabric.

“I promise it will help you sleep,” he whispers sinfully into your ear and your eyes roll shut. You’re drunk on his words, body responding wonderfully to his touch, as you nod once, lower lip between your teeth. You remember the ecstasy of his hand cupping you on that forest planet, how badly you wanted him to make you scream around his fingers. The rush makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

(let him claim you)

Mando’s gloved hand drags down your body to rub you over your pants, the press of his fingers between your legs giving some sweet relief to the ache. The moan you let out is more air than sound, but you feel Mando’s hum of approval against your chest.

“I’ll take care of you, Mesh’la,” he purrs into your ear, hands lifting off you for a moment. You open your eyes to see Mando stripping his gloves off, thwapping them into the sink bowl. He covers your hand again, but this time he laces his fingers between yours. The skin is rough along his knuckles, smooth in the cup of his palm. He huffs out a breath and you remember how few times he feels his skin on another person’s.

(give it all of it anything you can have you want)

His other bare hand moves to the waistband of your pants. You’re in comfortable leggings today, too tired to manage anything with zippers and buttons, and his fingers slip under the fabric easily. A gentle finger teases at the edge of your underwear, waiting for you.

In response to his touch, you arch back against Mando, the cleft of your ass pushing firmly against his groin. Instantly you’re met with the heft of his cock, pressed tight against him in his pants. Your mouth drops open and a real moan tumbles out, dragging your plush ass against him. He stutters out a groan and dives his hand down into your folds, his thick middle finger gliding over your clit. Using the flat of his palm and the heel of his hand, he pushes you back against him, surging up to meet you. The armor presses into your back and thighs at contrasting angles, the vambrace against your stomach grounding you against him.

“Fuck, Mando, feels so…” you try to say before he slips his fingers further into you, dragging through your slick to bring it to your clit. He begins making small firm circles, the motion frictionless.

“Mesh’la…” he groans, and it’s needier than you thought it would be. “Ohhh fuck, Mesh’la,” he continues, and the broken way he’s moaning to you is tightening everything.

“Mando, please, please,” you beg, rocking back against him as he gives you nowhere to go to escape the mounting pleasure. You can feel his hips grinding against your ass, his cock sliding over the curve and against your lower back over and over. You look up in the mirror and if you weren’t trying to prolong your pleasure you would have cum from the sight alone.

Mando is bowed over you, helmet resting lightly in the crook of your neck. His armor is bathed in the soft glow of the ‘fresher light, golden streaks contrasting the cool silver. You can see the roll of his hips in the way his shoulders flex, the expanding rise and fall of his chest. His thick arm disappearing into your pants and the lewd way you can see the outline of his hand against your cunt makes you keen out a long moan.

“Can I put my fingers inside you Mesh’la? Feel you cum around me?” he asks, a hair short of begging and you pant out a yes. He cups your mound in his large hand, two fingers delving down to rub softly at your entrance before buying them inside you. The stretch is exactly what you need, and as he seats himself inside you can’t prevent a shout from echoing in the ‘fresher.

“Fuck, Mando, yes, theretheretherethere,” you cry throatily, hips bucking against him as he curls his fingers inside you, dragging past the spot that will make you cum on his hand. He grinds against your clit and uses his other hand to squeeze your fingers tighter.

It’s a sandstorm of sensations, breaths and pleas and chants echoing off the walls. Mando is punching out growls behind you, his cock aching against you and if your release wasn’t a moment away you would have begged him to fuck you. But he hits the sweetest spot and you cum around his hand, gasping moans as you begin to fall forward. Mando is too quick for that though; his other arm bars between your breasts, hand spread wide at the base of your neck. He pushes you back against his chest, your head lolling back to rest on his chestplate as you rock out the aftershocks of your orgasm. Both of you lean back against the ‘fresher wall, panting, his hand still down your pants and the desperate hardness of his cock against your back.

When your breathing slows Mando removes his hand from your cunt, sliding it up to rest his wet fingers against the bare skin of your stomach.

“Feeling tired now?” he chuckles breathlessly in your ear. He’s right, of course. The exhaustion you felt before has morphed into a jelly-like feeling in your limbs, one that promises deep restful sleep.

“Yeah, I’d say so,” you shoot back. Something heavy hangs in the way you look at each other in the mirror, as if actually meeting eyes would make you have to answer to what you did.

(he made the first move and pulled a devastating orgasm out of you)

(just like the first time)

You know this is the step you’ve both been waiting for. The heaviness of the air colors you with significance. He’s not hiding from you anymore. It should only be a matter of time and circumstance before you take the leap together.

(you hope it will develop into more)

That will be for another day though, when your emotions aren’t so raw and you can think straight.

“Can you get to the bed yourself? Or do you need me to carry you?” Mando murmurs in your ear. His hands are still wide and possessive, spanning as much of your skin as he can. You like the way he looks on you, all warrior and man wrapped around your flesh.

“Think I can manage,” you pant out, reaching up to trace his fingers with your own. He drags them down your body, resting them on your hips. “The real question is what we should do about this,” you say, rolling your hips back into his cock. You watch Mando’s head drop against the ‘fresher wall, a grunt and heavy exhale echoing.

(you could find a little more energy to watch Mando cum)

“Not tonight, you need the rest. I’ll check on the kid while you’re sleeping.” You hum quietly and brush your hands against his, the size difference making your stomach flip pleasantly. Stepping away from him on wobbly legs, you move to exit the ‘fresher. Pausing, you look back at Mando, who’s half leaning against the wall.

(what do you say to not scare him off?)

“Thank you for helping me,” you say, giving him an affectionate, tired smile. “Let me return the favor sometime?”

You think you hear a choked sound behind the vocoder before Mando nods, and you tap your fingers on the doorframe with a wink before leaving. Stumbling back to your bed, you puddle into the blankets and drop off to sleep almost immediately. It’s a dreamless slumber except for flashes of regal silver and sunkissed gold.

Din turns on the shower, water masking his pained grunts and gasps as he masturbates to completion shockingly fast. He stripped the armor and layers in record time, his skin burning for release, before he drove himself over the edge replaying the way you moaned for him. It barely curbs the hunger he feels, the need to devour you and surround you and make you scream over and over. He wishes he didn’t hurry under the spray so quickly, the water rinsing his hands before he could taste you on his fingers.

Kriff, he’s been trying his best to curb his flirting, not confuse you with his wants and intentions, and one exhausted look from you made him toss caution to the wind and give you what you needed. Well, maybe it’s what he needed too. Your smile, your body that responds so eagerly to his touch, your company, the look in your eyes as you came shuddering and gasping against him. It’s as addictive as he remembers, his need to wrack your body with pleasure as satisfying as taking his own.

His arousal is mounting fast again, and with one half-frustrated whack of his palm to the ‘fresher wall he takes his cock in hand again and loses himself in the bliss of your smile and the desire in his heart.

END

“lean in to kiss me

in all the places

where the ache

the most special.”

― Sanober Khan

Part 7 of the I Think of You series.

The story continues in Episode 8: Both Sides of the Door

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