#I’m throwing him against a wall very aggressively

[vxnuslogy]

— will they, won’t they.

pairing: hoshina soshiro x gn!reader

premise: hoshina soshiro has been hopelessly in love with you for years now. and for the first time, you finally hear him say the words "i love you."

— warnings: down bad + jealous hoshina, modern setting, reader is a kyudo player.

— author's note: little miss says she's going on a break then proceeds to write about hoshina soshiro for all the dying fans (its me, i'm the dying fans.) art credits to @.BByo_chick on twitter.| ~700 words.

“how long are ya gonna keep me here?”

“no one is forcing you to.”

hoshina only clicks his tongue and stares at the dojo walls. his finger impatiently tapping at his chin as he hits crossed leg on the floors. it’s half past 5 in the afternoon now and you have no intentions of going home anytime soon.

“i’m gettin’ bored here,” he drawls, hands stretching over his head as he watches you shoot another arrow with pin-point accuracy that makes his smirk twitch uncomfortably. you’ve gotten too good at kyudo, and it shows.

“then go home,” you reply as you pull the bow back and aim for your next shot. “you don’t have to keep waiting for me to finish.”

but that was the thing: hoshina wanted to wait for you and he always will.

he wants everyone to know that you had him and he’s all you’ll ever need. there was no need for that guy who caught your fall a few days ago—not when he’s been catching you for the past 3 years. he was your guide in the train station every morning, so why do you keep trying to go to the station earlier and ask your junior for directions? hoshina soshiro was always by your side, so why couldn’t you see that?

“i’ll wait,” he murmurs into his hand, eyes looking at anything but at you. “got nothin’ to do at home anyways.”

it was a weak excuse, but it always does the trick. you always relent and let him stay but not without throwing a look over your shoulder that screams “you’re acting strange.” because he was. hoshina, against his will, feels his lips being tugged into a frown whenever you interact with anyone that isn’t him.

that sounds very bad–it is bad in a sense–but hoshina would never dream of taking away your freedom. so he just watches, painfully by the sidelines, with a scoff on his face as another student from a rival school stammers to ask for your number. it was irritating, having to watch everyone throw themselves at you when you’re clearly uninterested. 

“what the hell will happen if i’m not by yer side, captain.” hoshina jests as you pack up your stuff and lock the dojo.

“is this about earlier?” you ask with an amused lilt to your voice. “when the new student asked for my number?”

hoshina hated how you always aimed for the heart.

“i have no idea what yer talkin’ about,” he weakly tries to change the topic. hoshina racks his brain to think of something—anything—to help change the conversation, but his mind keeps circling back to you. how you almost looked serious when some guy–who was leagues below you by the way–had the gall to ask you out for a date.

“never took you for the jealous type.” you tease.

“it’s because ‘m not.” he said through gritted teeth, hands balling into small fists against his school bag. “‘m lookin’ out for ya, alright? that guy was a creep. i’m keepin’ yer ass safe from weirdos.”

you looked unconvinced but didn’t comment on his unusual aggressiveness. hoshina let out a frustrated sigh, a hand coming to ruffle your hair and pull just a tiny bit closer that would make everyone question your relationship. this was driving him crazy but he couldn’t do anything about it.

“‘m not jealous. get that over yer pretty little head.”

and until you both got on the train and went your separate ways to go home, hoshina soshiro never once let your hand drop to your side. he kept you impossibly close to his side and whispered sweet good lucks into your ear. body so comfortably lax in your presence he was slouching on the train seat so he could bury his nose in your hair. 

hoshina soshiro was so unfathomably in love with you. 

how could he not love you when you use your own heartbeat to calm his erratic one during every competition? when every hug has his mind spinning with gold and you. every victory is dedicated to your name, and no trophy or medal could ever compare to the feeling of running into your arms and drowning in your praise.

“i love you.” he mutters as you sleep peacefully on his shoulder on your way home. how many years has he been saying it before he lost count? it’s truly just a matter of when you’ll wake up and finally realize it yourself.

he feels the blood rush to his brain as he throws himself on his bed, unable to wipe the image of you smiling as if you had heard him.

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[imaginedisish]

The Only Exception (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!!! Ahhh here is the Din Djarin x reader fic I said I’d post. This has been sitting in my WIPs since late November/early December. This is what I was working on before I got sick. I’m so happy it’s done. I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out, although I may have written something similar to this already. It’s very much inspired by “The Only Exception,” by Paramore. I’m hoping I didn’t use this song as a title yet....Oh well. ENJOY!

Summary: Din has been wildly overprotective of you lately, but maybe it’s because there’s something lying deep below the surface that’s been threatening to bubble over...

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! 18+ Please!!! Oral (f!receiving), fingering, PIV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cursing, canon typical violence, Jedi!reader, Razor Crest still exists (and it’s def bigger in my head than it is in the show), praise kink, friends to lovers, angsty but fluffy and smutty dw, I only proofread like 2 times so it may be bad (it’s 3:16am...so...we die like men!), AFAB reader, uhhh I think that’s it...

Word Count: 3,078

“I swear to the Maker, if you don’t get back on the Crest now, I’m gonna-,”

Din is cut off by the sound of your lightsaber clashing through the plastoid armor of the stormtrooper to your left. You swing your saber around, showing off more than you need to. You throw it down the alleyway, feeling through the force as it cuts through another stormtrooper before finding its way back to your hand.

“You’re gonna what?” You say, tilting your head to the side. You point your saber to the stormtroopers scattered around the alleyway. “I just saved you.” You close your saber and cross your arms cockily.

Din shakes his head, his gaze refusing to meet yours. “And where’s the kid? You just left him on the Crest?” You roll your eyes, turning your back towards him as you remove your cloak from your shoulders. There, in perfect condition, is Grogu, secure in a little carrier on your back.

“You really think I’d be that dumb?” Your words have a callous edge to them. Din had been far moodier than usual over the past few days, and with that came a strange overprotectiveness that you hadn’t seen before. It was starting to feel as if he thought you were going to mess up, that you couldn’t take care of yourself. “You think I’d put the kid’s life at stake?”

“That’s not what I meant.” The anger in his voice has all but melted away. You’re shocked by how defeated he sounds now.

You inhale deeply, taking a moment to calm yourself down. “So what did you mean, Din?”

“We don’t have time for this now.” He’s curt and almost a bit cold, his modulated voice echoing off the walls of the alleyway. “We need to get back to the ship.”

You hate the way he’s brushing you off, ignoring you, pushing you to the side. You didn’t need this; you didn’t need to put up with his shit. Not anymore. “What is going on with you?” The words come out louder, more aggressive than you meant them to.

Din takes a single stride towards you, his broad figure practically shoving you against the wall in the process. “We are not doing this here.” The feeling of him being so close to you clouds your mind. You can’t form a coherent thought, never mind a sentence. You want to say something, to stand up for yourself, but you can’t. “Now cut the shit so we can get back to the ship.” There’s that anger again, that finality in his voice.

In the distance you can hear stormtroopers chatting, whispering your name, mumbling on about Grogu, warning each other about the Mandalorian. Din was right. There was no time to hash this out here. You nod, finally caving in. Din takes a step away from you, immediately grasping your wrist in his hand before making a break for the Crest, just on the other end of the alleyway.

Somehow you make it without being seen. Din lets go of your hand, motioning for you to get on the ship. You make a b-line for the back and carefully remove Grogu from his carrier, placing him in his crib. You stand frozen in place in front of it, watching his eyes flutter open and closed as he slowly drifts off to sleep.

You don’t want to move. You rather watch the child you had come to care so deeply for sleep peacefully than deal with a massively enraged Din. The oncoming fight would most definitely wake Grogu, so maybe it was best for you to hide in the little corner that you had come to call Grogu’s bedroom, completely unnoticed. But obviously, that’s not an option. You begrudgingly step towards the end of the hull and decide to keep your hands busy by organizing the tiny stock of food that lined a makeshift shelf along the far wall.

You can hear Din’s heavy steps on the other side of the ship, presumably heading up towards the cockpit. After a few seconds and many annoyed grunts from Din, the ship is lifted into the air and away from danger.

You try your best to bring yourself to get angry at him, to yell some explicative across the hull of the ship and spit a curse in his helmet-covered face. You wanted the consequences, for him to storm over and scream back. But you couldn’t – because things weren’t normally like this. Din had always been kind, caring, protective even.

He'd leave the cockpit to grab a blanket from his cot when you fell asleep in the co-pilot’s chair. He’d come back and gently, yet silently, tuck you in with it. It was the only blanket he had. Sometimes you’d wake up in his bed, having been carried into it at some point during the night. He’d be awake, taking care of the child, flying the Crest, making sure nothing and no green baby woke you up.

You’d be lying if you said his doting behavior didn’t draw you to him, that it didn’t make you crave him. Every soft touch on your shoulder, every time you pretended to be asleep just to feel his arms wrap around you as he brought you to his cot. You’d let your stares linger a little too long from time to time, pushing past your reflection in his armor, searching for some sort of sign that maybe he feels the same.

You wanted him to come up behind you, rest his hands on your hips, squeezing softly at the exposed inch of skin where your top and your pants just can’t seem to meet, and whisper in your ear in that husky, modulated voice that he’s sorry, that he’ll make up to you by-

“Never, ever, do anything like that again.” You practically jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice. You quickly turn around, not realizing how close Din had gotten to you. His chest is practically flush against yours, the proximity causing you to stumble back against the shelf, threatening to bring it down with you.

Din immediately snakes an arm around your waist, keeping you from falling against the cold metal floors below. Your arms instinctively reach up around his neck to stabilize yourself. You’re glued to him now, and you don’t particularly want to let go. You swallow harshly, intimidated by the way the beskar clad man seems to tower over you, by the way you can smell him, by the way his forehead practically touches yours.

You take a deep breath, furrowing your brows and doing your best to collect your thoughts despite the fog that the moment seemed to create in your brain. “Do what? Save your ass?” You spit, instantly regretting the harshness of your words, even if he deserves them.

“You weren’t supposed to leave the ship.” He’s stern, his voice somehow punishing. “You were supposed to stay here with the kid.”

You shake your head, feeling far too much like a child caught playing in the front seat of their parent’s speeder. “You needed my help! You would’ve died out there without me! And I can handle myself,” You yell, trying to ignore how you could feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours. “If this is about risking the kid’s life, I promise you I wasn’t. I would never put him-,”

He cuts you off, “I know you wouldn’t, that’s not what this is about.”

What? You think to yourself, confused beyond belief. If this wasn’t about the child, then what could this possibly be about? “So then what’s the problem?” You ask, more aware of the way that Din is holding you against him now than you were before.

You can hear Din inhale deeply through the modulator. “You.” A shudder rolls down your spine. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.” There’s still an edge in his voice, but he’s calmer now, almost pained, as if considering your death in some dark corner of his mind.

“Sorry that my death would be such an inconvenience for you,” You say sardonically. “It’ll be hard trying to replace me with some other force-wielding wizard that’ll be willing to babysit for you, since clearly that’s all I am.” You wanted the words to sting him, to hurt him, and maybe they did, but it felt like a punch in the gut to simply think them. You wanted to grab the words from where they still hung in the air and shove them back into your mouth, to swallow them so that they could burn in the acid of your stomach.

Din tilts his head down, crushed, defeated. Your heart winces. Fuck. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” His stare finds yours again, and you quickly look down at his shoulder, too embarrassed to have him look you in your eyes.

You shake your head. “But Din, that’s the problem,” You say, somehow finding the courage to meet his gaze. “I don’t know what you mean. How am I supposed to know what you mean if you won’t kriffing tell-,”

“Fucking hell, I don’t want to lose you!”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

Din looks around the hull, as if the words he was searching for were hiding, wrapped somewhere around its silver walls. “I can’t lose you. And before you ask, no, it’s not because you train the kid or whatever the hell you think it is.” You can feel the pain in his voice, guilt quickly filling your gut. “It’s just…” He trails off, silence hanging heavy in the air.

“Well…what is it?” You mumble, struggling to force down the lump in your throat. You wish you could see his face, to get a sense of his expression, an inkling as to what he was really feeling.

“You,” He says, as if those three letters held some secret, omniscient being or meaning. To him, they did. It was you. You were the thing that kept him up at night, the thing that made him want to show every facet of his being for the first time in his life.  “You’re reckless and careless and sometimes you drive me absolutely insane.”

You scoff. “Wow, what a glowing review of my services!”

Din shakes his head. “You don’t fucking get it. You’re so much more than that, because even though you drive me crazy,” He pauses; the modulator picks up his breath as it catches in his throat, “I know I’d never be able to spend an entire lifetime without you in it.”

You’re speechless. An entire lifetime? “Din I-,”

“Close your eyes.”

“What? You just said all that and you want me to close my-,”

“Just close your eyes. You trust me, don’t you?”

Of course I trust you, smart-ass, You think to yourself. So, you do what he says, shutting your eyes firmly. Then there’s a hiss, and then something clunks loudly against the floor. And then…

It’s warm, and soft, and smooth, and all those other perfect words someone would use to describe the perfect kiss. He has a mustache under all that metal, and now you know, because it tickles ever so gently just above your upper lip. His hands squeeze your hips just a bit tighter, pulling you further into his chest.

His lips press deeper into yours, hungrier. You keep your eyes closed tightly, your hands sliding up and into his hair, combing gently. He moans into your mouth at the touch as he guides you away from the shelf and towards his cot.

“D-Din,” You stutter in between gasps.

“What is it, mesh’la?” He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

You can feel the heat pooling at the bottom of your stomach, but there’s something stopping you, something telling you that there’s no possible way this could ever be real, that it wasn’t a set-up, that it wasn’t a dream. “Do you really want this?”

“More than anything.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you silently wish to yourself that you could see it. “Do you?”

You nod, repeating his words, “More than anything.”

His lips find yours again, his knee nudging in between your thighs as he pushes you down onto his cot. He’s on top of you now, his hands on either side of your body. “Wanted you for so long…” He whispers in your ear. “Wanted you this whole time.” Fuck, he was going to kill you.

Din presses sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck, leading up to your jaw. His hands stretch under the hemline of your shirt, his fingertips gliding across your stomach and towards the edge of your bra. You shudder as he reaches underneath, slowly inching towards your chest.

Something was changing within him, and that something was you. You made him want to throw his Creed away, to ignore all he had been taught his entire life. How could you ever possibly be something he shouldn’t have? He needed you.

More than anything. And you needed him.

“Please,” You beg. “I need you Din, please.”

And just like that, something within him finally switched.

“Open your eyes, cyare,” He’s so quiet you almost miss it. His fingers dip underneath your bra, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger teasingly before doing the same to the other. “’Want you to look at me when I make you come.”

Panic rises to your chest. “W-what, are you sure? What about the Creed, what about-,”

“It doesn’t matter, not if it means I can’t have you.”

You wait a moment, giving him time to change his mind, but he doesn’t. You let your eyes flutter open, his curly hair and brown eyes flooding your vision. And Maker, there’s that smile, the smile you’d only heard through laughs and sarcastic, snide quips. You swear your heart skips a beat, maybe even two. He was perfect. Of course he was fucking perfect.

“You’re beautiful,” You whisper, your hands finding their way to his cheeks, his neck, your fingertips carefully running over his lips. His forehead rests down on yours, his eyes closing softly, reveling in the intimacy.

Din lifts himself off you and makes his way down your body, settling in between your legs. His fingers hook the waistline of your pants, tugging them down and throwing them somewhere in the hull. He feels your core through your soaked panties.

“So fucking wet for me, pretty girl,” He coos, practically ripping your panties as he pulls them down your legs. “Need to taste you.”

“F-fuck, Din,” You breathe sharply as his tongue laps at your clit, your hips lifting off the mattress. Din presses an arm across your hips, keeping you down against the cot, his free hand spreading your slick, teasing your entrance.

“’Tastes so good,” He rasps, his voice vibrating deliciously against your core. “Doing so good for me sweet girl.”

His mouth sucks harshly at your clit, taking the small bundle of nerves into his mouth, lapping at you like he was starving. You wanted more, needed more.

“N-need you, Din,” You whine, your hips fighting against the arm that held you down. He pushes you down further into the mattress, his mouth pressing even deeper onto your core.

“Not done with you yet,” He grunts, pushing two fingers into your entrance, pumping in and out, fast and hard. You could feel yourself growing closer with each thrust.

You moan his name like it’s a prayer, and in this moment it is. “Din, please, I, just…” But you can’t finish your sentence. It’s all too much, his fingers, his tongue, his voice, him. He was everywhere and everything all at once. And yet you needed more.

“Use your words, sweet girl,” He says patiently, nonchalantly.

“I want…” Your words fail again. “I…need you to f-fuck me, please.”

But he doesn’t stop, he keeps going. “I said I wasn’t done with you yet.” You could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, teetering just on the edge.

“I’m so close,” You pant in between ragged breaths.

And then, abruptly, he pulls away, leaving you cold and empty. Before you can even think to sit up or reach out for him, he was back, his hips resting against yours, his pants and armor now somewhere scattered to the side. You could feel his cock throbbing against your inner thighs. He lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you.

“Din,” You whimper. “Plea-,”

He buries himself inside you, cutting you off, stretching you out. “So fucking tight,” He praises, pulling all the way out before thrusting back into you, filling you up again. “So soft, so perfect.” His fingers find your clit, circling the nerves roughly.

His forehead rests on your own as his left-hand searches for your right one. His fingers intertwine with yours just above your head, keeping you from drowning, cementing you there with him. It all feels so good, each pump, each circle at your clit. You can feel your walls clenching around him.

“Taking me so well,” He soothes, rocking into you. “Such a good girl.” It was all too much, his words, his cock.

“I-I’m gonna-,” You choke, white heat flooding your vision. You know Din isn’t far behind, his hips stuttering against yours.

“Come for me, sweet girl, that’s it,” Din moans, sending you over the edge. You feel yourself shattering underneath him, falling apart into a million pieces, only to be put back together again. His name slips off your tongue as he comes inside you.

His hips roll slowly against yours, gently rocking into you a few more times before pulling out.  

He shifts a bit so that you can comfortably lay on his chest. After all that, there’s only one thing you can think about.

“You wouldn’t be able to live without me?”

You look up at Din. His smirk stretches into a smile. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I wouldn’t, no.” He says it so matter-of-factly, so simply, as if it was common knowledge. “I need you. I always have.”

“I need you too.” He was the only person you had ever needed, the only exception. You didn’t need to tell him. He knew. Always has, always will.

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing

Oh, and I'm on my way to believing

[bring-backup-99]

Before It Gets Too Late

PAIRING: tech x fem reader

SUMMARY: You spend a fun and special day with Tech, starting with a flying lesson that takes an unexpected turn. There’re fluffy times but mostly sexy times. (I’m trying to support and comfort my Tech people during this dark period.)

WORDS COUNT: 1926

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, very spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV, rough sex, probably bad flight mechanics

NOTES: This is installment twenty-two of my reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3, but I think it’s also a nice stand-alone Tech story. Although it’s written in second person, my heroine has a very established relationship with the Batch.

Everything was going fine until a large flock of flying creatures shot out of the canopy in a wide column directly into the ship’s path. You were too close to simply fly around them, and every other usual option you could think of would leave hundreds of them dead and the ship with possible light damage.

So without a second thought, you killed the thrusters while sending the ship in a tight turn, the nose pointed at the column. A quick tap of the port thruster has you cleared of the animals, with what you hoped were minimal casualties, then you reinitialized the main thrusters and resumed your disrupted flight path.

For a full minute, there was silence to your left. Finally, “It appears that flying lessons were unnecessary.”

“That was never the question,” you hedged. “You asked if I would like you to give me lessons. You didn’t ask if I knew how to fly. I answered honestly.” And this was your third time out.

“But with a glaring omission,” Tech huffs at you.

“Don’t be angry at me. I was very curious as to how you would be as a flight instructor, and I would not have received the same response if you had known.” What you do know is that this is logic he won’t be able to argue with.

He hmphs at you again, but you can tell he’s not really upset.

“That was an interesting maneuver you performed.”

“A modified ‘Tech turn.’ Seemed like the best option for minimizing death and destruction.” You pause for a moment, then you look at him. “It can’t be, right? The ‘Tech turn’…” You trail off as you see the corners of his lips turn up to an actual smile.

“That is not what it is called.”

“I’m going to fuck your so hard as soon as we land.”

“I was contemplating something similar.”

He doesn’t take the controls from you, but you sit quietly for a while.

“I’m not great at mechanics. You could teach me that?” you offer.

“Specifically define ‘not great’,” he asks.

“I definitely couldn’t fully repair this ship, but I am unable to give you a rundown of which systems I am deficient in. That’s the best I can do.”

“That…is acceptable.”

*

Almost as soon as the ship touches down in the tree-lined clearing, you are on each other. He lets you push him back down in his pilot’s chair, straddling him while your lips devour his with kisses. You groan in frustration as you try to divest him of his various layers of clothing, but you’re too eager and your fingers can’t find all the buckles and straps.

Want. Need. They course through you. You need his skin against yours. Finally, he takes pity, gently stops your fumbling, and slowly removes all the items covering his torso, your desperate whimpering doing nothing to hurry him. Then he lifts off your shirt. Your bodies crash together again. He kisses along your neck, down to your breasts, cupping them, licking your nipples. You throw your head back and cry out, your hands stroking over his head and neck; then fingernails scrape down his back, feeling his taut muscles.

“Against the wall,” you groan. Moments later, you’re both naked, and your back is to the one bare metal plate in the cockpit. Tech drops to a knee in front of you, places your leg over his arm, and targets your clit in a focused and aggressive attack.

“Fuck! FUCK!” you scream as, mere minutes later, you come. And then he lifts you, burying himself deep inside you, pounding into you, your pussy still twitching in pleasure.

Every rough, hard thrust is accompanied by his grunts, and you loudly proclaim your satisfaction, your voice echoing through the ship. You want Tech to do this, need him to do this, to take his pleasure from your willing body. He captures your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand, his other hand gripping your ass, fingers pressed into your flesh, pinching, bruising. He kisses you, mauling your lips, and when he breaks away, you sink your teeth into his shoulder.

He gasps, releasing your wrists, and takes a strong hold of your ass and thighs, angling you for deeper, feral thrusts. Your arms encircle his neck and shoulders. You want him like this, desperate for you, as if no one else could give this to him. An animalistic groan emanates from him as his cock ravages you until finally a full throated cry signals his climax and he holds himself deep inside of you, and you feel his hot cum pump into you.

Neither of you move, the only sounds your gasping breaths as you each try to take in enough air.

“Mmmm,” you finally manage. “That was excellent.” You smile, then lick a drop of sweat from his neck.

“Yes,” he says, a slight gleam in his eye, “Quite satisfactory.”

* You lie in a bunk together, your head on his shoulder, a hand idly stroking his chest.

“Why did you not disclose to me that you did not need flying lessons? Your skill level is clearly quite adequate.”

You suck in your breath. I wanted to spend time with you outside of my bedroom. I wanted to know who you are when we’re not fucking. I wanted to be on this ship with you when you could be focussed on me. I wanted… So many wants, as if you can’t be happy with what you have.

“It’s been a long time since I flew. I wasn’t sure that I didn’t need them…at least as a refresher.” You hesitate. “Are you angry at me?...slightly perturbed?

“I am not. And at least they were not a waste of time.” His fingers run up and down your arm.

“No,” you agree.

Tech looks down at you, watching your hand move along his skin. You have not asked him why he offered to teach you, which is for the best. Tech is worse at articulating his wants than you are.

*

You wake up alone in the bunk. It’s been awhile since the person you’d fallen asleep with wasn’t still beside you. The ship is dark, so it must be night. You get up, the floor cold under your feet, expecting to find Tech in the cockpit.

Instead, a drop-ladder is down from the midship overhead storage space.

“Tech?” You call up.

“Ah, you are awake,” you hear him say. “I was just coming down to collect you. Come up here.”

“Um, I’m naked?” You look around for your clothing and see nothing.

There’s a long pause. “It appears that I am nude as well…I do have blankets.”

You sigh and tentatively climb the ladder, then follow Tech’s voice to a maintenance hatch with another ladder that lets you out onto the ship’s fuselage. He takes your hand and leads you to where he’s laid out a large blanket over the cockpit. You feel awkward even though the warm night air is quite pleasant on your skin.

“What’s this all about?”

Tech helps you down onto the blanket, then points up. “The moons have just set, so we should have quite an excellent view of the Quadrillen meteor shower. I believe you expressed dissatisfaction with your ability to see this from the city.”

You look up and, after a few moments, you watch a meteor blaze across the sky. You hadn’t mentioned that you wanted to watch this to Tech. You and Crosshair had been discussing it. You hadn’t realized Tech was paying attention. You lie next to each other, mostly in silence, watching the light show.

“I must admit, I was skeptical at first, but this is quite a pleasant experience.”

“Skeptical? Why?”

“I have seen many natural phenomena during my travels in space. I did not think that the debris from a comet entering a planet's atmosphere would be particularly visually stimulating in comparison to what I have witnessed. But taken as a whole, this is quite an excellent experience.”

You laugh. “I suppose.” Smiling, you continue to watch as the little streaks fill the night, when suddenly three meteors scorch their way across the sky. You sit up excitedly and point. “That was amazing.” You look down at Tech. He has a slight smile on his face, then he pushes himself up and presses his lips to yours. His arms gather your body to him, one hand stroking in your hair, one at the small of your back. He takes your breath away with his kiss, drawing you down onto him.

This feels insane. Are you really going to fuck on top of the ship under the night sky? Turns out, yes, yes, you are.

You lie on him, enjoying the feel of his hot skin along your body. You kiss for a long time, until you can’t take it anymore, and whisper, “I need you. Please.” He helps you slide onto him, both of you gasping. You whimper; you’re a little sore but the sensation is too sweet. You lean forward, pressed chest to chest, as he pivots his hip to help you fuck him gently.

And when he carefully rolls you both so you can watch over his shoulder as the stars cascade out of the sky, you can’t help but think that this is all a little too ridiculous. He moves above you, long strokes that make your breath catch, and you cry out because sometimes he fits inside you perfectly.

You wrap your legs around him. “Yes, I like that. It feels so good. Just like that, Tech. Mmmm, just like that.”

Stars keep falling as he takes hold of your legs, angling you so his cock can thrust deeper. Your cries sound small as the trees surrounding you consume them.

You move together, one being working toward the same goal. Each stroke sends shivers through you until you feel your body full with warmth as a soft climax overtakes you, not nearly as intense as the one earlier, but somehow more satisfying.

He holds your hands, fingers intertwined, as he watches your face while the orgasm washes over you, drinking in those little noises you make that he so enjoys. He moves carefully as you finish, knowing you must be sore already, wanting you to still find pleasure as he nears his own climax.

And then you start whispering to him, “Come in me, Tech. I need to feel you inside me. I need it. I need you to come for me.” You move under him, insistent, demanding, so he has to surrender to you. He stiffens and gasps, his hot cum emptying in you. You wrap yourself around him as he collapses onto you, finally spent. You watch as the stars continue to fall through the blackness of the sky.

“We shouldn’t fall asleep up here.”

“Yes, that would be unwise.” He gingerly lifts himself off you. You roll and lie on his shoulder, watching the stars fall behind the trees. The air is cooling and you shiver. “Let us go back inside. You can continue watching from the cockpit, if you wish.”

“Tech.” He looks at you, while collecting the blankets. I wanted to spend more time with you, that’s why I lied.

“Thank you for tonight.” This was really special to me. I hope it was to you.

“Yes, this was very enjoyable.” He watches you as you climb down the hatch. I wish to do this again.

* But wait, there’s more:

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinky

[dsireland86]

SNEAK PEEK OF "MASKED"

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"What the fuck, Noah, can you stop that, please,” you lash out, unable to handle the way he’s absorbing your very existence.

The table falls silent as both pairs of eyes fall on you.

Noah grins, shyly looking away for a moment before turning his attention back to you.

“Stop what?” He lays both hands out on the table in front of him, the tops of them and his long fingers on full display. You’ve always had a thing for Noah’s hands, his tattoos especially, which is why it was so tempting for you to lean over and study them. Noah knows this. The smirk covering his lips was a dead giveaway.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you order.

Noah scoffs, glancing down at his lap for a moment. When he raises his head, the hair that falls over his eyes delivers a strong blow to the defensive walls you’ve put up in the last hour.

“Like what, Princess?” he taunts. “How I’m looking at you?”

Noah’s pet name for you sends a chill down your spine. He’s teasing you, purposely getting on that last nerve of yours and hoping to get a rise out of you. It’s like he’s playing a childish game, hoping you’ll give in and give up.

You roll your eyes and bury your face in the crook of Folio’s neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent that always seems to calm you down, lacing your fingers through his.

He can tell by the way you grip his hand that you’re upset, but with a few whispers against your ear, he tells you to play along for a little bit, just to see how far Noah’s willing to go. You look at Nick like he’s just lost his mind, but he’s actually serious. The nervous butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter over your lack of confidence to play along. Noah may irritate you, but his entire demeanor honestly terrifies you sometimes. But you trust Folio.

“Stop looking at me like you want to eat me or something,”

It comes out more aggressive than you mean for it to, and when Noah’s expression goes blank, your body goes rigid.

But you keep eye contact with him, challenging him, possibly at his own game.

“Well,” he finally says, tapping his fingers on the table and glancing over at Folio as a wide smile spreads across his face

“Maybe I’m hungry, Princess.” turning his sight back on you with a raised eyebrow. His face is dead serious and that terrifies you in the most god awful, sensual way possible. You frown, shaking your head as your heart hammers in your chest.

“Seriously, Noah, really?”

You glare at him, annoyed that he’s pulling you along this rabbit trail, making you chase the breadcrumbs of desperation for him, only so that he can make you feel like a horrible person in the end.

“What? You have a problem with me being hungry?”

Noah’s smugness is bold, a side of him you’ve seen, but have never experienced. And the fact that he’s behaving this way with Folio right next to you is a little disarming. But Nick doesn’t seem to be bothered by anything Noah’s saying, probably because he knows Noah’s words aren't anything but empty threats.

You catch Folio's grin as he looks over at Noah, almost in the same manner Noah looked at him a bit ago. Something is going on between the two of them, and you don't like it.

“What is going on with you two? You’re acting really weird, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.” Your eyes dart between the two of them as you hold your breath, waiting for them to answer. FInally, Noah shrugs and stands up, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his hoodie. “I don’t know what you mean, Princess. There’s nothing going on.” He winks at you, throwing out a smile that makes you swallow the lump in your throat, and walks out of the restaurant just like that. A few seconds later, your phone vibrates against your leg. You pull it from your pocket to find the message is from Noah. Sighing, you open it, and instantly, your heart starts to pound as you forget to take a breath. The only thing he sent was a picture of his black ski mask with the words “Do You Want To Play A Game With Me, Princess” written across the bottom.

[uhzuku]

Hello! How about kitty Aizawa humping your pillow >_<

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw | 𝐰/𝐜: 1.08k | 𝐜𝐰: pillow humping, hybrids, prev established relationship.

closing the door behind yourself, you toss your keys into the table in the foyer and stretch with a groan. god, you hated in-building workdays — and you’d had them every day this week and more than half of last week too. you could only grumpily be grateful that you’d been able to get off earlier today.

“shouta, i’m home!” you call quietly, receiving no response.

unbothered, you toe off your shoes and gently nudge them into a half-neat position along the wall before you step further into your home and shed your suit jacket as well, tossing it on the back of a chair at the kitchen table as you scrunch your toes up at the feeling of the cold tile beneath your feet. glancing at the counter, you sigh in relief upon realizing that shouta had forgotten to set out the frozen chicken like you’d asked before you’d left; normally you’d be a little upset, but you really didn’t feel like cooking tonight, so this was a blessing in disguise that meant you could just order in and throw your feet up. 

pulling out your phone, you type in a quick order to shouta’s favorite fast food place and then throw it onto the couch with a sigh, turning on the tv after and lazily flicking through the channels before stopping on the nature channel with a sigh.

maybe netflix would have something more interesting?

a sharp cry from your bedroom has you muting the tv and freezing to listen, your heart racing nervously; was shouta hurt? was that why he’d not answered you? god, what if someone had broken in and hurt him?! there weren’t any signs of a break in, and shouta was very much able to defend himself, but god you’d been gone so long-!

a cry of your name has you rushing to the bedroom, reaching it in record time. you open the door with wide eyes and a worried heart, but your question to shouta dies on your lips as you see what your cat hybrid is actually up to. 

“m-more, more, more~!” he gasps, what looks like tears sparkling in the corners of his good eye as he thrusts sharply against the soft cotton pillowcase with his mouth agape and a line of drool threatening to run down his chin; the fangs in his mouth glinted sharply in the soft  light coming through the cloth of the curtains as the fluffy pillow you used every night was clenched tightly between his muscular thighs. “fuck — fu-uck, please!” 

your jaw drops a little in surprise as you stand in the doorway and watch, unable to do anything else as a coil of heat begins building in your lower belly at the sight of shouta this way, his bare cock dragging across the cloth aggressively and leaving dark wet spots behind as he whines and moans from the feeling that, according to what he was groaning, wasn’t enough. “please, please — yes, more!” he moans lowly, the last word long and drawn out as his thrusts get more and more messy and his tail whipping and writhing behind him. shifting slightly on your feet and clenching your own thighs together, you keep watching without hesitation as your heart begins to beat faster for an entirely different reason. .

so this is why the sheets have been washed every afternoon before i get home, you think, watching the way the tip of his thick length runs along the seam of your pillow, clearly feeling good enough for him to throw his head back over before hastily folding the pillow without looking and shoving his cock into the place he’d made for himself in it and resuming the manic thrusts that only get messier and messier. a longer, low cry coupled with a swift stuttering of his hips is warning enough that he’s about to cum, and you watch with lust-darkened eyes as he keens loudly and curls around the pillow, humping it aggressively while letting out shaky moans and cries. “yes, yes, yes — fuck, please, so good-!” he whimpers, his body shaking, and as he slowly relaxes into the bed with his tail swishing pleasantly from side to side you finally decide to let your presence be known. 

“what a show,” you say softly, and he jumps to look at where you were standing, his one dark eye wide and shocked. obviously he’d not heard you come in, too wrapped up in his previous activity, and considering you lived here he couldn’t exactly go by your scent entering the house — especially not in your own bedroom. 

“i — how — when did-?!” he stutters, his cheeks pinkening as he stares at you from the bed, and you laugh softly as you slowly approach. 

“a lot of it, shou’,” you murmur, voice fond and hot, and his ears flick back in embarrassment as he turns away from you. you just laugh again and sit next to him on the bed before cupping his head in your hands and drawing him close so his head rests on your chest; his skin is warm and his hair is messy, and you find yourself combing out the knots with your fingers as you tease him. “have i left you alone too long, baby? were you so bored and needy here without me?” you ask, playfully mocking him, and he groans and turns to bury his face in your chest. “aww, you just wanted my attention on you and not work, huh-?”

“stop making fun of me,” he mumbles into you, “you’re so fuckin’ mean t’me,” and you laugh softly and cradle him close.

“shhh, it’s all in good fun, baby,” you promise lowly before flipping the two of you so you’re straddling his bare body, his eyes wide beneath you as he looks up at where you were grinning playfully. your eyes twinkle as you say, “i ordered dinner. a few minutes ago and i’m off work until the twenty-seventh — how about you fuck me better than you’ve been fucking my pillow so you can actually be satisfied?”

he grins up at you and throws his arms around you, flipping you both again as he begins to tug at your clothes while growling into your mouth then against your skin as he begins nipping his way down your neck. 

“i’m guessing that’s a yes,” you gasp softly, crying out as he bites at your now bared nipple. 

“yes,” he growls, then starts nipping again. “now quiet; gotta fuck you better, don’t i?”

[gabrielislovegabrielislife]

Saving Ragnar

Paz Vizsla x reader

Mandalorian S3 E4 SPOILERS!

no beta read, we die like the younglings

1566 words, angst with a happy ending, no y/n

Literally just self-indulgence.

“Mom, are you sure I’m ready to start sparring with the others?”

“Of course you are sweetheart. Why wouldn’t you be?” I respond, brushing some dust off of his brand-new helmet.

“Well… I’m… I haven’t been with the covert as long as the other kids. What if I haven’t trained enough. What if I embarrass you and dad. What if–” I hold up a hand to stop him and pull him into a hug.

“Ragnar, you could never embarrass us. We love you very much and know you have trained more than enough. But failing in a sparring match will teach you things that you will not learn otherwise.” I take his hands and crouch so we are eye to eye, well… visor to visor, “remember what we have taught you and trust yourself.”

“I’ll try.” he sighs. I shake my head.

“Don’t try. Do.” I say softly.

“She’s right.” I hear from the entryway of our little home alcove. I see my husband leaning against the wall. He walks towards us and crouches next to me, putting a hand on Ragnar’s shoulder, “We are so proud of you, and no matter what happens today, we know you will learn from today.”

Ragnar takes a deep breath and nods.

“Come, the others have already begun training,” Paz says, standing up and patting our son on the shoulder. This seems to get the young boy excited, he practically runs out of the alcove.

“He will be fine cyare,” Paz says, putting an arm around my shoulders.

“I know that, but does he?” I sigh.

“Let’s go find out.”

….

A few minutes later, Ragnar has begun his first-ever sparring match.

It begins quite mildly, with a little bit of a scuffle as both children try to gain the upper hand, but Ragnar comes out on top, throwing his opponent in the sand.

Once declared the winner, he looks over to us, watching from a distance. I clang my vambraces together in excitement.  He nods and brings his focus back to the judge. It is then that I notice Din’s little one standing across from Ragnar as if to challenge.

“Is he putting his baby into a match?” Paz asks no one in particular.

“He knows his child best,” I respond, continuing to watch as Din convinces the judge it will be ok.

Ragnar chooses to fight with darts to which Paz remarks, “good choice.”

While waiting for the training darts, Ragnar begins speaking to Din, asking why the child does not wear a helmet, then saying he is too young to fight. Din reminds him of part of the Creed, sounding a little bit passive-aggressive, but whatever, that's just Din.

I sigh when Ragnar speaks, “Well, I know.”

“Well, we know what he will learn today then,” Paz states, a smile in his voice at his son’s sass.

After a moment of Din teaching Grogu how to fire the darts, the match begins.

The first two points go to Ragnar, quite easily, seeing as Grogu looked like he did not know what to do.

After another brief talk from Djarin, the next round begins.

Ragnar fires his dart the same as before, but this time, the small child jumps out of the way and completely over him, then back to his original position, firing all three darts and winning the challenge.

Ragnar looks around, confused, before looking back at us. I nod to him as Paz says, “One doesn’t speak unless one knows.”

Ragnar visibly sighs before walking toward an empty part of the beach to calm down.

“A valuable lesson has been learned today,” the Armorer speaks up, “go make sure he remembers it.”

We both nod and begin walking toward our son, but the flying beast comes flying over the mountain.

My heart stops, this creature has been picking us off for weeks, and it is flying directly toward the easiest target.

My son.

I'm not even sure I'm breathing as I take to the sky, willing my jetpack to go faster and faster, but it is still not enough. The beast is getting further and further ahead, Ragnar still flailing in its talons.

My pack begins to run out of fuel and I feel tears streaming under my helmet. I whisper, “please…no.”

I am forced to land, Paz and Din not far behind.

Even though I can't fly, I can still run, so I do. I don't even think as I hurdle over rocks and bushes, ignoring the burning in my legs and lungs.

I don’t notice my husband and friend running behind me to stop me until they each grab one of my arms.

“No! We have to get him! I can’t lose him!” I scream, fighting to get out of their hold.

“We can’t get him like this, we need to regroup. Look,” Din points, “Bo-katan is following the beast to its nest. When she comes back we will know exactly where it is.” he reasons.

I take a deep breath, following the ship with my eyes.

….

When Bo-katan vets back to the covert she immediately proposes a plan to save the boy.

We leave the covert within the hour and land where we have to start walking.

The sun is setting by the time we reach the peak holding the nest.

We make camp for the night. I help prepare the food, thankful for something to keep my mind off of my son, who will have to spend the night alone and scared in the lair of the beast.

Din explains how meals work in groups like this as the food is distributed.

Bo stands up to find somewhere to eat, but Paz stops her. “You are the leader of the war party. You have the honor of staying by the fire. This is the Way.” he says, taking my hand so we can find a place to eat together.

We eat in silence, having nothing to say in this solemn environment.

Fifteen minutes later, our helmets are back on, and we are back with the group, settling down for the night.

Sleeping on the ground next to my husband is not an unfamiliar experience, but it seems wrong to sleep when my child is not safe at home, surrounded by his family. I stay silent I feel tears reach my eyes.

Paz seems to sense my distress in his sleep as he pulls me closer to him, mumbling nonsense as he dreams.

Eventually, my tears fade and the feelings of fear and sadness in my heart are replaced with resolve, we will get our son back.

I don't know when or how I fell asleep but I am woken by my husband, who is gently shaking my shoulder.

The second I remember where we are and why, I’m up.

We have a short breakfast before re-stating the plan and beginning the climb up the peak.

Reaching the bundle of branches and sticks, I notice the eerie silence within the nest. Once we reach the edge of the nest, Din scans the area, pointing out heat signatures from the left.

Paz takes off immediately, against everyone’s protests, “He’s my son!” he says running in the direction Din pointed, shouting for our son.

He is knocked over by three baby beasts screeching and snapping at him, hungry for food. The mother comes flying up to the nest, alerted by the babies’ noise.

Paz covers himself with parts of the nest, trying to hide from the bird.

The bird begins regurgitating something for the young ones, and I almost lose my grip on the edge of the nest when I see that something is my son.

“Help me!” he calls out when he sees us.

I let out a breath of relief as Paz exclaims “He's alive!”

Paz activates his jetpack, flying toward the creature’s face to get it to drop Ragnar. The beast holds Paz in its mouth and Ragnar in its talons as it takes off, the war party not far behind.

Bo-katan is the first to attempt to grab Ragnar, getting smacked down by a wing in the process.

I am the next one to approach, grabbing Ragnar’s hand and pulling. He didn't budge.

I latch onto the creature’s ankle, pulling out my blade to get it to loosen its grip.

I didn't account for getting scratched off the leg by the other foot, earning deep gashes on my elbow and side.

I cry out as I fall, spinning out of control until I steady myself with my pack, landing on the side of a peak.

Paz is then released from the beast’s jaws as Bo-katan stabs its face. He lands right next to me, groaning in pain.

“Are you alright?” I breathe.

“Yes, you?”

“I’ll live,” I respond, holding a hand to one of the deeper gashes.

We watch as Din lands a successful stab at the creature’s ankle. It drops Ragnar and Din races to stop his fall.

He latches onto Ragnar just as the others take down the beast, flying him over to where we hold on to the rocks.

When they land Paz firmly asks, “are you okay?” Ragnar clambers over to me, clinging to my chest before breathlessly answering, “I’m okay dad.”

“Thank you,” I say to Din over Ragnar’s helmet.

“This is the Way” he replies

“This is the Way” we echo.

[sanjoongie]

Breed! Sub-Chapter 3.5

Observation

ღPairing: alien! Jung Wooyoung x human! Jeong Yunho

ღGenre: smut with no plot

ღAu: alien!teez, s2l

ღWord Count: 1,940

ღWarnings: voyeurism, male masturbation, questions of sexuality, verbal instruction, edging, big dick! Yunho, mentions of rough sex, fingering (m), bisexuality,

ღRated: 18+, MDNI

ღSummary~ Wooyoung has been tasked by Hongjoong to abduct a male human and observe the masturbation ritual and to also capture and catalog the humans cum, to compare with the alien’s of course. But can he maintain Hongjoong’s order of not having sex with himself?

ღAuthor’s Note~ This chapter takes place between 3 and 4. It does not involve the reader nor the mission of breeding with her. You do not have to read, it falls outside the main plot, but it will put insight for when Wooyoung shows back up at the ship 😉

ღChapter 3~Research | All Chapters | Chapter 4~ Unfamiliar

Wooyoung was bored. The requirements to observe a human were quite clear. They had to be alone for most of the time, so that it was easier to abduct them. He had found one human, quite tall, who insisted on practicing throwing an ball against a metal lattice fence, for reasons that eluded Wooyoung. 

But waiting for this human to do something sexual was driving him up the wall. This human, this Yunho, rarely spoke to anyone of the opposite gender. And when he did it was stammering words. Wooyoung cocked his head as he observed the shy human. Yunho wasn’t like San at all. 

Wooyoung spun around in the chair in the tiny observation ship he was piloting. He was about to give up on Yunho’s potential when the human male collapsed on his bed and pulled out a human portable computer. Wooyoung’s interest perked up. He knew that motion. Was the human male finally going to masturbate?

Yunho hummed to himself and Wooyoung leaned forward to see what the human was pulling up on his screen. Wooyoung shouted in celebration when he saw the familiar site that hosted the mating videos the humans watched. This was his chance.

Wooyoung used a toggle to aim the abduction ray and then pressed a button confidently. Yunho yelped in surprise. One minute, he was lying on his bed in his room, and with a flash of white, he was transported to an empty, sterile, white room.

“What the?--” The male shouted in alarm

“Calm down, Human,” Wooyoung leaned over the console to utter into the speaker. “You have been chosen for observation of the male masturbation ritual. You will masturbate and I will take the notes. You will begin.”

Wooyoung pulled up the same video Yunho had been watching. The girl in question was getting fucked so aggressively that her breath was being pushed out of her body. And she was making noises that almost sounded like she was pained. But when the camera zoomed in and the male pulled his cock out and spread the female's lower lips, it showed the female drenched.

It took only a few moments of the male beginning to fuck the female on screen again, and male’s cock was pressing against his baggy pants.

“I--I’m not doing anything. This is--this is against my rights!” The Yunho shouted. He covered his groin as well. 

Wooyoung sighed. If he learned anything from Babe, it was that she didn’t like how sterile and foreign everything had been. She had San also, so perhaps this male was feeling vulnerable without someone to cling to. Hongjoong didn’t mention anything about not having any direct contact with the human he abducted.

Wooyoung shoved out of his seat almost eagerly and made his way to the small observation room that Yunho was in. The door opened as he stepped up to it and he stepped quickly to come to the side of the male who he abducted.

“My name is Wooyoung, what’s yours?” He chirped cheerfully.

The male eyed him, eyes furrowed in confusion and the beginnings of anger. “Yunho. What the hell is going on here?”

“I’ve already told you. Are you one of those humans that isn’t very smart?” Wooyoung clucked his tongue in disappointment.

“Why do you keep referring to me as a human?” Yunho demanded.

“Because I’m not from here.” When Yunho blinked at Wooyoung blankly, Wooyoung elaborated. “I wasn’t born on Earth. Or even this galaxy if I’m being completely honest.”

Yunho buried his face in his hands. “I’ve got to be dreaming.”

“Mmmm, no, dreams are not very accurate when it comes to real life scenarios, we tried that out already,” Wooyoung corrected Yunho.

Yunho’s face looked like he agreed with that statement. 

“If you’re an alien, why do you want to watch me m-masturbate?” He stuttered.

Wooyoung grinned. Yunho’s ears had gotten red when he stuttered. He was… cute? “We want to retain a sample of your semen for study. Also, we need to understand why a human would release the life-bearing seed when there is no female available to impregnate.”

Yunho moaned softly and then clamped a hand over his mouth. “Well… you see…it’s kinda like…” Yunho’s face became more and more red. 

Wooyoung waved Yunho’s words away. “Masturbate first. Answers later.”

Yunho stared into his lap, wringing his hands. “I don’t think I can perform when I know someone is watching.”

Wooyoung cocked his head. The notion didn’t sound unappealing to him. Perhaps this was like when they observed that different males enjoyed different videos of mating humans. 

“Is it common for males to insert a finger inside of their hole when they masturbate?” Wooyoung leaned in curiously to peer at Yunho’s face. “Do you like that?”

Yunho sputtered and leaned back away from Wooyoung. “No. I don’t know. I’ve never--can we go back to the more action and less talk part?”

Wooyoung smiled, looking both smug and pleased. “Sure. No problem.”

The alien walked away, the door making a whooshing sound as it moved to open and close behind him. Wooyoung had a slight bounce to his step. This was fun, actually. Maybe he might learn something useful and Hongjoong wouldn’t be so mad at him anymore. 

Yunho adjusted himself on the floor and made it so the video started up again. His ears and neck were completely red but he did pull down his sweatpants again to make his cock available. Wooyoung hadn't seen much of San’s cock but he was pretty sure Yunho was bigger than the other abducted male. Did that mean something?

Wooyoung shook his head. Mind on the mission. “Human--er--Yunho, I need you to walk me through verbally what exactly is turning you on about this particular video.”

Yunho grumbled under his breath. “I can’t!! Just let me start, okay?”

Wooyoung shrugged to himself and didn’t respond. Yunho grasped the base of his cock, lightly squeezing between his thumb and forefinger. Once the woman on the screen began to moan obscenely, Yunho started to move his hand up and down his length. He mumbled to himself and then Wooyoung had to tell him to speak louder.

“I’m too big to be rough with any of the girls I’ve dated,” Yunho said a little bit louder. “So watching this guy, who is very big, fuck the hell out of this girl really turns me on.”

Wooyoung nodded to himself. That made sense. The human enjoyed the fantasy which he could not enjoy in real life. But it didn’t feel like San had that problem with Babe.

“Perhaps you haven’t found the right female,” Wooyoung observed.

Yunho sputtered again, mumbling and grumbling under his breath. He was quite stubborn, this male. The conversation stayed silent for a good couple minutes as Yunho appeared to get quite absorbed into the video and masturbating. But what really intrigued Wooyoung was when Yunho seemed to get worked up and the couple switched positions, Yunho grasped the base of his cock, gasping. 

“Why do you do that?” Wooyoung demanded immediately.

“I--” Yunho tossed his head back, looking as if he was frustrated, but he had done it to himself. “I like to edge myself.”

“Edge?” Wooyoung looked for clarification.

Yunho bit down hard on his lower lip. “I like to stop masturbating just before I come. If I do that, when I finally come, it’ll feel better.”

“Better how?” Wooyoung asked.

“The… explosion is more pleasurable. If you wait and hold off, it’s just better,” Yunho said simply.

Wooyoung didn’t understand, why not just feel the pleasure again after you came the first time? Humans were interesting. Especially this one. 

“Well, don’t do that again! We need to capture a sample of your semen, so you need to come!” Wooyoung instructed.

“Okay, okay,” Yunho agreed. 

Wooyoung found that he was no longer interested in the video that Yunho was watching. He was more intrigued by what the human was doing more than anything else. Yunho was stroking his length and making more noises now. Perhaps the human was more comfortable now that they had spoken more. 

“Ah,” Yunho gasped, “Fuck. It feels… it feels so good. To think of fucking that pussy. How wet and warm and tight it would be.” Yunho’s entire fist was wrapped around his length now. He began to buck up into his fist. 

“I…” Yunho whined and Wooyoung bit down on a finger. 

What was wrong with him? Why was this observation… Wooyoung looked down and gasped. He was as hard as he was watching San perform the oral ritual on Babe. 

“I wanna come,” Yunho whimpered.

Wooyoung faltered, his mind quickly focusing on the way that the ship would collect Yunho’s semen. He pressed a few buttons and prepared.

“Go ahead, Yunho,” Wooyoung said in a husky voice.

Yunho, with much gusto, cried out loudly. Wooyoung made it so that the gravity was lighter suddenly, making all of Yunho’s seed hover in the air. Yunho’s eyes widened as his cum and his body began to float. A tiny device moved through the air, collecting Yunho’s semen with pin-point accuracy. Once it was done, it left the room and Yunho fell with an ‘oof’ to the floor again. 

Wooyoung felt tight with urgency. He wasn’t allowed to have sex with himself, Hongjoong forbade it. But he so desperately wanted to. His cock hurt with how hard it was throbbing. Perhaps if he came back to Hongjoong, and proved he had done everything correctly, Hongjoong would let him fuck Babe. 

Wooyoung glanced at Yunho, who was looking around like he was waiting for Wooyoung to come out again. But Wooyoung could tell, in his gut, that that was not a good idea. 

“Yunho… is it possible for males to want to fornicate with both females and males? Even though they know that no offspring will be produced?” Wooyoung wondered.

Yunho was very, very red, Wooyoung observed. “I--yeah--that’s--that’s a thing here--you know we have sex for just pleasure, right? Not everything is about making babies.”

Wooyoung was starting to get that feeling. “Thank you, human, now time to send you back!”

“Wait!” Yunho yelled.

Wooyoung’s finger hovered over the button that would have dismissed the male human. “Is there something wrong?”

“You’re going to send me back after only one observation?” Yunho said, his voice cracking slightly.

“Yes,” Wooyoung said.

Yunho scratched the back of his neck. “Well, that’s hardly scientific of you.”

Wooyoung’s eyes narrowed down, sensing judgment, maybe even superiority in Yunho’s voice. “Would you repeat that?”

Yunho cleared his throat. “I only mean, us humans, we try things out many many times to make sure the data is accurate. Don’t you want information that’s right instead of random?”

Wooyoung breathed in and out. Hongjoong didn’t say anything about sending the human back after Wooyoung observed him. They certainly didn’t send back San and Babe. Maybe Wooyoung didn’t have to send back Yunho. 

“I knew that!” Wooyoung said stiffly. “It was a test. We hardly want subjects that aren’t enthusiastic. And you didn’t want to help when I first told you to. Are you sure you want to stay?”

Yunho looked around the room like he’d rather speak to a face rather than a voice that seemed to come from everywhere yet nowhere. Wooyoung was absolutely certain he better not encounter Yunho again while his cock was hard. 

“I want to stay,” Yunho said resolutely.

Maybe Hongjoong would commend him for not only following instructions to the letter but thinking ahead! Wooyoung looked forward to the praise. Hopefully his cock became soft before that or he was sure he’d get yelled at again.

Chapter 3~Research | All Chapters | Chapter 4~ Unfamiliar

Breed! taglist: @st4rhwa @tiny-apocalypse @is4b3ll3s @mulletjoonsupremacy @lavishloving

[ambiguouslady42]

Pairing: Hajime Umeyima x Chubby Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff, with the eventual smut

Synopsis: You just moved to town and opened an Italian restaurant. After a tussle, you meet the handsome leader of the Bofurin Group.

Tags: @pixelcafe-network, @jellyfishsart, @missvulpix212, @hayatoseyepatch

Chapter 1: Spaghetti Bolognese

You recently moved to Makochi to begin your culinary journey by opening a new restaurant. Your new restaurant will focus on Italian cuisine. The townspeople have been welcoming to you and have come to visit to share their well-wishes. It was comforting to be so greeted by everyone. You were excited by the opportunity to make friends with your neighbours, particularly with Tachibana. She was already excited to make you her famous omelette rice. You offered to feed anyone who stopped by at your restaurant. You would have a set menu and one daily special. 

Tachibana shared with you that you should be careful. As wonderful as your neighbours are, there are a couple of troublemakers; vandalism and stealing were common occurrences. This did not deter you. You do not tolerate bullies and will stand up for anyone who is being pushed around. Tachibana quietly thought that Burin boys would take a liking to you when you met.

Your opening day was approaching. In the kitchen, you were preparing the sauce for spaghetti bolognese. Suddenly, you hear a bang outside your restaurant. You were startled, but you needed to know what was going on. Before you knew it, you witnessed a few hooligans throw rocks across your window. A rage filled your core. 

“HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”, you shouted. 

Before you knew it, the group of them surrounded you. They began to instigate you. They took notice of your body. You are short and they thought to make an example of your appearance. 

“Aww, the little teapot that is short and stout.” they mocked you. 

“And so what if I am? Why do you care?”

“Just funny how a short, fat bitch like you would decide to open a restaurant.”

You rolled your eyes; none of it hurt. You begin to laugh at them. “So you decided to break my windows because I’m fat?” a glare coming from your eyes.

The laughs kept getting louder and louder. With no explanation on why they decided to vandalize your new business. People came outside to see what the commotion was and were beginning to shout at them to leave you alone. The will to deter was absent. Suddenly one of them grabs you. You quickly decide to kick their shin and push them to the ground. Big mistake. They grab both your arms and shove you against the wall. 

Out of nowhere, you see a shadow above. One of the hooligans gets kicked into the ground. You stare in awe. The next minute, another shadow throw a punch and another person flies across the street. You were released from the hold. 

A boy with two tones of hair is seen throwing kicks and punches across. His eyes are also two different shades. Along with him is another boy with long, blue hair is also seen throwing the same form of aggressive punches. The hooligans ran away in fear. You walk up to your heroes and check if they have any injuries. The dual-hair-coloured boy begins to blush as you thank him. He huffs and just whispers “You’re welcome.” The boy with the blue hair had already walked off to be side by side with what you assume is a friend. 

His friend catches your attention very quickly. He’s tall and handsome to you; his hair is grey like a gloomy sky, but with one of the bluest eyes you’ve seen. You notice a scar across his right eyebrow. He is quite cheerful and walks towards you. 

“Hey! How’s it going?! Are you okay?” he asks.

“Thanks so much for asking. Well aside from the broken glass, otherwise, I’m okay! Oh my god, my sauce!” you run back inside.

The trio follow you inside. 

Whistles. “Wow, this place seems really nice. Is it open yet?” the grey-haired one yelled out.

“No! It was going to open by the end of the week, but now I’m not sure. I got to replace that window.” you shout. Your sauce was saved. You left it simmering. He decided to make his way into the kitchen. 

“It smells delicious! What are you making?” asking excitedly.

“I was working on making spaghetti bolognese. I’m trying to make sure I stay consistent in preparing it. Since you came to my aid, I would love to feed you. It’s my way to say thanks, I will not take no for an answer.”

He liked your confidence. He saw that despite the conversations that were had outside, you were still upbeat. He was curious to become familiar with your culinary skills. He loved eating omelette rice at Tachibana’s, but he was craving something different at that moment. You smiled at him as you were adding the finishing touches to your dish.

“Go make yourself comfortable. I’ll come and serve you in a couple of minutes.” 

As he goes out to the dining area, his companions are still huffing at each other. Not saying a word. He decides to sit between them. 

“Great job! I knew that I could count on you to help!” he yelled out cheerfully. This demeanour quickly changes as he sees you. Your happiness radiates the atmosphere of the space. The three of them can smell the sauce as you approach them. 

“This is spaghetti bolognese. I will sprinkle just a bit of cheese on top for you to enjoy. I hope all of this is to your liking. Thank you again for coming to my aid.” They take the first bite. Their eyes widen. Immediately they are slurping the pasta. You take this as a sign that you made a successful dish. 

“Should I change anything to it?” you pondered. All 3 of them shake their heads in unison. The one with grey immediately has tears in his eyes. He genuinely is delighted to be one of the first to try your food. He wants to make it his goal to continue to see you. He notices that you begin to blush. He feels that eating your food is just that much more rewarding now.

“I’m Hajime Umiyama!” he extends his hand out to shake yours. He has a huge smile on his face and it’s incredibly charming. “My companions here are Hakura Sakura and Kyotoro Sugushita.” he points to them with both his thumbs.

Finally, you knew their names. You no longer had to refer to them by their hair colour. 

You sit down to join them at the table. “How long have you all lived in this town?” 

“Well, I moved here when I began school, graduated, went to college, then just came back,” Sakura responds. 

Sugushita doesn’t say much but nods as Sakura finishes his sentence. 

“I returned to town just two years ago. Despite having left, my men never let me down. They continue to protect those in need, which is what matters to me in the end. I’ll continue to protect those that need me.”

This earnest confession warms your heart. You don’t need anyone to keep you safe, but it’s nice to know that there are people who care for others. You want to be able to care for others too in your way. 

You’re hopeful that you can earn the love of people through the food you make. What you weren’t aware of is that you slowly started to capture someone’s heart.

[snowblossomreads]

Day 16: Ways to Keep Warm

Pairing: Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader

Summary: In where Richard returns home, angry that the courthouse has been closed due to an impending blizzard, and [Y/n] finds a way to use that pent up energy.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Smut! (Oral fem receiving, allusions to female hysteria, penetrative sex), ownership of spouse (it was in the olden days lol), bold wife!, undue anger to servant, that's about it..?

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: Evil cackles, if you're were looking for when Turpin was going to appear well wait no more! Please enjoy some warmth with him on these cold (depending where you are) winter nights : D. On ward to the smut. Also sorry for any mistakes of course (is past one am when im editing LOL)

MDNI

"Curse this bloody weather!"

The thunderous shout of her husband's voice seemed to shake the house as [Y/n] padded to the top of the staircase to find what the commotion was about. She hadn't expected him home for lunch, so to see him taking his coat off so aggressively and throwing it at Alice, one of their housekeepers, had her intrigued and mildly confused.

"Richard, my heart welcome home!" She called, coming down the stairs. "I wasn't expecting you back from court so early. Is something the matter?"

"The only thing that is the matter is this wretched weather we have. I swear each year it gets worse," he complained harshly, sitting on the cushioned bench against the wall while pulling his snow-covered boots off. "The courthouse," he hissed, tossing the boot aside with anger, causing the women to jump at the loud thump it made. "Had to recess due to the beginnings of a blizzard. A blizzard, that caught me halfway on my trip back here."

Ah. That would explain the copious amount of snow that had been trekked in, and the many flurries that coated his clothing.

"I'm sorry love, I know how busy you are and I’m sure this isn’t quite the way you wish to spend the day," [Y/n] said sweetly in hopes her tone would assuage his irritation.

As she approached him, she eyed Alice, giving her a nod that meant for her to leave them be. She didn't want the poor girl to feel the wrath of her husband as he never did learn to keep his temper on a leash when things went awry with his schedule.

Curtsying quickly, Alice gave a grateful smile to [Y/n] as thanks before she silently departed to hang her lord's coat somewhere to dry. Going to hand the poor girl something else, when he looked up and saw she was gone, his nostrils flared in annoyance before he shouted,

"Where did that stupid girl go!"

"Richard enough," [Y/n] commanded sternly.

While she loved her husband and held him in reverence as many others did, she drew a line at the way he would talk about their servants. Angry or not. She would not put up with it, even from her husband who was the lord of the house and over her.

Had it been any other husband, they may have lashed out even more. Or worse yet, laid hands on her for being a disrespectful wife. But no, with Richard, he may seem cold with those icy eyes and stern demeanor, but when it came to her, he swore no harm would come to her by his hand or any.

So when she spoke sternly to him, he was neither offended nor angered. He only became silent as he tossed his other boot off with that large frown on his face. Honestly, for a man who seemed frightening to all, her husband very much hung on her words. Only showing his caring side towards her and only in their home.

"Now come, there is no need to for harsh words, I'll put the boots up," she said, picking them up and placing them neatly so no one would trip and maim themselves. "There is a fire waiting in the parlour where we can stay warm. Let us give it some company, and I shall have Alice draw you a warm bath to stave off the chill."

"I do not wish for a bath [Y/n]! I wish to be at court, sentencing those who believe their wrongdoings have no consequences."

A thought popped into her mind. Well if he couldn’t do his job and needed something to occupy him, well she had ideas.

"Well unfortunately, that will not be happening for the safety of you and the others but, if a bath is not what you wish for my lord, mayhap we can find a better occupation that can keep you from going mad?"

That seemed to catch his attention as he looked up at her with a glint in his eyes signaling he was at least pondering her words.

"And what would this occupation be?" He drawled in that rich baritone of his that would always set her body alight.

Smiling at him, she didn't answer, only walking past him and causing him to raise an inquisitive eyebrow as he followed her with his eyes. Once she was at the base of the staircase, she turned her head back to him, a smirk on her lips.

"It involves you following me to our bedroom, my Lord," she purred in the most enticing tone she could manage. "And making use of the energy that you have pent up from not being in court today. Unless you find this to also be not of your liking?"

That seemed to catch his attention, as he stood from the the bench and stalked across the hallway towards her. His strong thick body was quickly pressed up against [Y/n] who groaned sweetly at the feel of her husband behind her.

"Hmm, well if my sweet, and innocent wife is offering," he murmured, causing the hair on her neck to rise as his breath caressed her exposed skin. "I may be yet swayed from working while away from the court."

"Then come along," [Y/n] whispered, turning to face him as she placed her hand on his chest. "I shall endeavour to do my best, and to sway you from doing such a thing."

Her invitation was punctuated with her boldly pressing their lips in a kiss that was not at all chaste. Her tongue licked at the seam of his lips as if asking for permission, and if he was caught off guard by his wife who was usually shy and mild manner he didn't show it as he hungrily accepted her advances.

Their tongues immediately danced with each other as [Y/n]'s hand buried itself in his grey tresses, and a low groan rumbled from her husband's lips as he dominated the kiss.

Breaking away from each other out of breath, and already warmer than they just were, they shared a fleeting glance before they made their way up the stairs.

It was by some miracle, that he didn't take her on the stairwell for all of the servants to see with how many times they had to pause because one of them wanted their lips on the other. When they entered the room, he was already ripping at her clothes, desperate to have his wife's body bared and underneath him.

"Richard!" She gasped in surprise, as he pulled off her night dress that she had still been wearing, exposing her breast to the cold room and causing her nipples to pebble.

A whimper escaped her lips as he strolled behind her before cupping her chest with his large warm hands. Her back arched at his touch as he began to squeeze the mounds, massaging the delicate skin before pinching her nipples in between his thumb and index.

"Mhmm my lord," she whined breathlessly as she melted at his firm touches. It didn't take long before she was rubbing herself on his hardened member that she could feel straining for release in his trousers.

"Oh yes my pretty little wife," he praised, as he leaned down kissing her exposed neck that she granted him more access to by tilting her head to the side. "All bare and soft for me," he continued, sucking at her tender flesh causing her breath to hitch and higher-pitched moans to leave her. "So sweet and…"

He trailed off, one of his hands leaving her tit before travelling down to paw at her opening that was already soaking with desire for him. A loud, needy keen left her throat and he felt the sound go right to his cock that was straining for release.

"And wet for me just like a good wife should be," he crooned in her ear, as he pressed his thick fingers inside of her causing her to suddenly be on her tip toes as he entered her.

"Y-yes Richard my love ah all for you," she squealed as he began to thrust his fingers into her, stretching her wanting cunt. 

The squelching sound of her wetness filled the room as she moaned and whined blissfully as she took pleasure from her husband's skilled fingers. Two fingers became three as he readied her to take his manhood, and when he felt her body quaking against him and her cunt sucking at his fingers, he gave her one last thrust before pulling his digits out of her.

A tiny squeak fell from her lips as she was pushed towards the bed, causing her front to hit the edge of it before she climbed up and crawled towards the middle of it.

Flipping around, she let out a gasp as her husband was right on her heels, his undershirt and trousers already discarded with his pants leaving him naked with his cock standing at attention and weeping with his seed.

Heavens was the sight of her husband stalking over to her delicious. With the sparse smattering of grey chest hair on his broad chest, the slight belly he wore showing how healthy of an appetite he had, and the thick strong legs that she had more than once taken her pleasure on. The thoughts that swirled in her mind only made her body throb with want as she watched him get on the bed with her, towering over her with his stature.

He made her feel so safe, so loved, and with it came the need for her to submit to him, body, mind and soul and she was happy to do all of that.

"Take me, Richard," she wantonly begged bucking her hips in his direction as she offered herself to her husband. "Please fill me up I wish to be warm with your seed," she pleaded shamelessly to the only man who could make blood burn with such lust and want. The only man whose gaze burned her in the most pleasurable way whether he was angry or pleased.

"Greedy little harlot," he hissed, as he knelled in front of her spread thighs that glistened with her wetness and need for him.

A sudden thought filled the judge's brain at the sight of her dripping opening and the grin that grew on his features was predatory. His gaze shot a pang of excitement in her belly and before she knew it, he was pulling her towards him with such strength that she let out a clipped shriek.

Her legs were suddenly being put on his shoulder and her lower body was lifted up from the bed only to have her womanhood angled directly in front of his mouth.

"Richard!" She squeaked abashedly, never having been exposed like this to him but her surprise morphed into an incoherent noise as he began to nuzzle her swollen nub with his beautiful aquiline nose.

The sudden shock of pleasure had her legs going stiff and her hands gripping at the blanket as he alternated from nuzzling her clit to using his tongue to pleasure the swollen nub.

"Oh my- oh my lord Richard!" She croaked, his name falling from her lips in a broken cry as she began to grind her hips against his face while he feasted on her.

Tongue swirling around her nub, he used his fingers to open her dripping cunt before diving into her with his tongue, lapping at her sweet juices that drove him mad at the heady scent that came along with it.

High-pitched whimpers, along with his name, fell from her lips as if she were a woman hysterical. And she was, thanks to the pleasure that her husband showered upon her as she wiggled and moaned his name like a prayer. Her stomach clenched and unclenched uncontrollably at the assault of his tongue inside her, and the way his stubble would rub against her sensitive womanhood had her going insane. 

Her noises had him groaning, and his cock throbbing as it bobbed heavily against his stomach, straining towards his abdomen as it too was ready to taste the sweetness of her soaked cunt. It wouldn't need to wait long as Richard swirled his tongue in her opening once more before licking her slit to clit causing her to shiver.

"Exquisite," he groaned as he pulled away from her throbbing cunt that was swollen with need and shining with the mixture of spit and slick that dripped down her trembling thighs.

Grabbing her legs, and moving them so that they were around his waist, and her lower back was against the mattress now, Richard lined his manhood against his wife's opening before pushing the thick head past her entrance.

The burning stretch of him as he entered her body had tears pricking at her eyes and her lips parting in a silent cry. Inch by inch, he slid into her slowly, teasingly as she trembled beneath him.

She could never get used to how big he was. No matter how much he stretched her out, no matter if he brought her to her peak multiple times, her body would protest that she could not take such a thing when he entered her. Yet it always did.

"So bloody tight," he grunted, before he gave one last push that seemed to be the one that caused him to slip past the remaining resistant and into her velvety channel.

Panting loudly, she let out another watery moan that increased in volume as he finally pushed himself all the way inside her. Her cunt fluttered and squeezed around him as it got used to his size, and before she had time to calm her thumping heart, he pulled out before suddenly ramming back into her.

"Oh god!" [Y/n] sobbed, her back arched and her toes curled as a shock wave shot up her spine at how deep he had pushed himself into her. 

Arms going to wrap around his neck, she brought her husband closer as he began to thrust into her earnestly. Putting all his weight on her body as he moved his hips, he had trapped her beneath him as she writhed with pleasure easily finding the spot that had her insides trembling and her mind thinking of one thing.

"Richard," she pleaded, "yes yes yes, my love yes, please." Her words were incoherent and barely audible over the sound of his cock ravaging her aching cunt.

"Mmm, so warm, ugh, and tight," he growled near her ear causing her to whine and her insides to flutter around his cock. "So perfect for me do you know that my love," he praised as he pulled back to watch her with hooded eyes.

Their hips sat flush against one another each time he thrust in her with speed and force that a man who was twice his junior probably couldn't muster.

"Such a perfect wife thinking of how to keep her husband warm," he growled, as he watched her eyes roll in the back of her head, and listened to her whimpers become louder and louder as he felt her insides begin to spasm, signalling she was close. "Oh yes so perfect, ugh, with such a perfect body, and such a perfect cunt for her husband, " he praised even more, as he slipped a hand in between them to where they were joined just so that he could bask in the loud shriek that left her lips as he began to rub her clit.

She thrashed her head side to side like a woman mad, and her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her as he kept stroking her with both cock and fingers. The pleasure bloomed red hot in her veins and she felt that familiar tingle in her stomach that signaled she was close.

"That's it, there's my little wife," Richard growled, sensing her impending release and snapping his hips against hers relentlessly. His digits continued to rub messy circles against her at the same time causing incoherent noises and words to spill from her lips. "Come for your husband! Come for him so that he can spill his seed in your waiting womb. Be a good wife and let me put a babe in you [Y/n]!"

It was a mixture of his words, and thrusts that had her tumbling off the edge suddenly, and he followed with a loud grunt as her walls clamped down on him milking his aching cock for all its seed.

"Richard!" She sobbed, pulling him closer to her as she trembled from the shock of pleasure and feeling of his warmth spreading inside her.

His arms quickly went to wrap around his beloved as he grunted noisily in her ear while he filled her up. The soft pants and moans coming from him, caused her body to shiver at the deep sounds that buried itself into her bones as they laid spent from their activity.

They stayed in each other's arms, as Richard kissed her neck lazily, and she drew little circles against his neck. A sweet giggle would leave her lips from time to time when his stubble would rub her sensitive skin.

It wasn't until what felt like hours later, even though it was a few minutes, did someone speak.

"So," [Y/n] whispered as she raked her hand through her husband's grey locks. His usually stormy eyes, which were now clear, were trained on her as he raised an eyebrow at her. "Is my husband appeased with the activity that was suggested?"

"Mmm, I am very pleased," he purred, leaning down and kissing her lips passionately. She let out a noisy moan at his possessiveness and was breathless when he pulled away. "But," he started rolling his hips against hers causing her to moan as his cock dragged against her sensitive insides. "I fear my wife has made a mistake in thinking that spilling my seed once in her would rid my energy. No, I think we perhaps need to try it a few more times if you truly wish for me to relax darling."

"Oh no," she moaned as he began to thrust slowly biting her bottom lip. "I intend to make sure ah my husband has had his fill mmm and is thoroughly sated. What kind of wife would I be if I didn't?"

His eyes twinkled at her words before he slowly picked up the pace in what would be a long and pleasurable way to keep them warm as a blizzard began to rage outside.

A/N: hehe well i sure hope that warmed everyone up! Turpin is always a good choice for smut bc he is well..a horny man LOL.

Tag: @deepperplexity it's ur beloved Turpin!!

[solesommerso]

“you lay a hand on them one more time and i’ll take it clean off of you.” - SWAT Chris x reader please?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ just a shove ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| chris alonso x reader

warnings: mentions of a drug case, reader with very slight injury, swearing

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You roll your shoulder back to stretch out where it was slammed up against the wall by the suspect Chris has got pinned down on your cruiser. It’s patrol day, again, and while you and Alonso had hoped that meant it’d be a slower ride, it’s been quite the opposite.

You’ve already called Hicks to alert him of the drug lab you two uncovered by accident while trying to return a lost dog. The two people inside the lab put up a pretty good fight, one already sitting in the back of the cruiser pouting like a toddler from Chris’s rather aggressive words. The other looks absolutely shocked that Chris has him pinned down so harshly.

“You lay a hand on them one more time and I’ll take it clean off of you.” She spits the words out before hauling the tall man up and shoving him in the back next to his partner in crime.

“It was just a shove, it’s fine.” You tell Chris despite knowing it’ll do nothing to subside her anger. It really wasn’t that bad, the suspect just happened to get enough room to throw his elbow into your side and knock you over into the houses siding.

“He’s still an ass.” She practically growls before you raise a brow and watch as she deflates the smallest amount.

“Let’s take them back to Hq and let Hicks deal with them.” You place a hand on the small of Chris’ back, leading her over to the passenger side as driving will only stress her out more.

“I’m sure he’ll chew them out throughly.” You smile once Chris has sat down, relaxing in place and playfully rolling her eyes at you.

“Not as throughly as I will.” She states, earning another eye roll that at least makes her lip flick up into half a smile.

[mysteriouslysaltypoetry]

Cold Nights

Chapter One: Raph x reader story A/N: Hi hello! this is my first time ever posting this kind of story in here! pls be kind and lemme know of any thing that i can do better for the story. Raphael has been my favourite character for forever now so i wanted to show hims some love! This is in the Bayverse universe but some referencesto the other iterations might appear! Chapter 2/3 This was easy enough. Just a look around the club to see if any weird activities were going on, Jones was somewhere in there as well, much easier for him to walk around all these people and mingle. Meanwhile Raph was on a corner, hiding in the shadow, even if things were less tense for them on the surface it didn’t mean that some folks wouldn’t throw him and his brothers dirty looks here and there. So it was just easier to stay low, even if having to do it made his blood boil.

‘At least the music is nice.’ he thought, might not be what he listens to the most, but jazz was soothing, helped him concentrate, he might even tap his foot to it. The fact that the girl singing was fine as hell didn’t help either, the dress she was wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination and her eyes were piercing through the crowd, almost as if looking for anything in particular “huh… interesting .”

The night on and on, Jones came up to him a few times, said that nothing was going on, no one saw anything during the party  so the calls about the suspicious activity was probably just some drunk guy wanting attention. Ah well, at least he got to have some fun and nice drinks Raph thinks, making his way to the outside of the club, it was a bit cold so the area was empty, or so he thought because the smell of smoke brought him back from his thoughts. Lo and behold it was the singer, she was eyeing him curiously, an amused smile gracing her lips. He wasn’t going to lie, she was starting to make him a bit twitchy.

“What? Have ya never seen a mutant before?” It came out more aggressive than he intended but oh well, not like he is gonna see her again.

“Heh! If you count the times I’ve seen you in TV? I’ve seen them plenty of times.” She says with a chuckle throwing her cigarette away to walk closer to him “Relax big guy, I ain’t looking because to be rude, I was just taking you in. You’re taller than I thought, TV really doesn’t do it justice.” She laughs.

His shoulders relax, a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in leaves his mouth “Shit- sorry I’m just used to the other kind of the staring” leaning against the wall Raph takes a good look at her, she was still in her fancy dress but her hair was now up, held together by a fancy hairclip ‘Must be one of those rich girls’ he thinks already making a mental note to be wary.

“Oh I know. I noticed you were basically glued to the corner of the club, tense as all hell and looking everywhere like something was gonna jump atcha” She crosses her arms and looks up at him with a small smile.

‘So she WAS paying attention to her surroundings… REAL good attention’ Raph’s about to say something else when his phone vibrates, it’s Jones telling him that they can go, the party was over and nothing of importance happened so there was no need for them to be there anymore.

!Hockey Prick!

-Dude lets just go, this thing is over and nothing happened, the others are waiting back at the lair.

Raph rolls his eyes, he supposed his friend (ugh) was right, there was no need to stay any longer than need be… even if this very pretty girl WAS making up conversation with him there was no way that she would really want anything to do with him besides kill some curiosity she had from seeing him around on television. When he looks back at her she raises an eyebrow at him, clearly waiting for an answer.

He sighs “Well, as fun as  it was meeting ya, I gotta run, got a friend waiting for me at the entrance.” He nods at her, starting to peel himself from the wall slowly. She hums lowly.

“Hm, I was hoping we could chat some more. But alright, wouldn’t wanna keep your buddy waiting now do we?” she says, extending her hand at him “Name’s (Y/N) by the way.”

“Raphael, but you probably already knew that.” He shakes her hand carefully, her skin soft and cold against his.

“I prefer knowing names from the people themselves.” She tilts her head, friendly grin plastered on her face as they bid their goodbyes.

He chuckles and nods, finally walking to meet up with Casey, a warm feeling on his chest for the first time in the chilly night.

[starsomens]

Imagine going costume shopping with Noah and he’s outside the sitting room so he can be your judge what you’re wearing and how it fits you so far he really likes the slutty nun that have your boobs showing.

And of course ! Does it get stuck when you’re trying to get it off and you ask Noah to go in and help you

“ and don’t give any funny ideas I just need you to get the zipper down!” he throw his hands up in the air and surrender

“ I’m just doing the slut is telling me to do” he smirks at you in the mirror and you know that smirk too well. Then suddenly your hands are against the wall his hands painting them there. His hard dick grind against your ass. The short dress giving him easy access.

“ if you ask me, this is the one you should take” he whispers in your ear “ you should use it for more than just Halloween… i’d love to see you kneeling on the bedroom floor with my dick between those pretty lips”

His hand rubs your breast as your heart races. Doing things like this in a public setting, much less behind a curtain instead of a door. Luckily, the current was long enough where you couldn’t see how many pairs of feet were in the room

“Nooaahh” you weren’t sure if today would be the day where you want to be caught in Halloween costume store by employees

“Ssshh relax, baby “ You feel something for you and you immediately knew what he was doing “ don’t act like I haven’t heard you in little conversation with your friends” he smiles against the skin of your neck “ telling them how you let me fuck you when we’re out in public. In the bathroom or even here in a fitting room, we had to do was ask princess.”

As much as you wanted to fight him on this, he was still right. There were so many times, where you’d be somewhere like a cramped elevator, and you were pressed against him, and it turned him on immensely. Or there were times where an area was completely empty and secluded, and you were very tempted. You nearly had sex but someone had to show up in the parking lot. You had to me during that time you were a bit disappointed but then you also realize that you do this in a public area.

You feel him to ease in only popping the tip in and out teasing you completely. You hated when he did not because he felt uncomfortable because he wanted him to bottom out in one go

“God baby…. You’re so wet for me” he finally pushes all the way in in one stroke. He covers your mouth to keep the moans from escaping. His thrusts were short but strong, hitting your sweet spot exactly each time. He loved watching your tits bounce in the mirror, the sounds your pussy was making around his cock. The only thing keeping you hidden was the curtain and the music blaring through the store.

Noah’s digits find themselves in your mouth to muffle out your moans. You suck on them

“Good fucking Girl…That’s my good slut” he growls in your ear “ this excites you doesn’t it? Do you want to get caught? Let me see how good of a slut you are for me?” His become more aggressive, trying to reach his end as quick as he could.

“Y-yes Noah” you whine arching your back wanting to feel more. Feeling a coil tighten in your stomach with each thrust. Watching his face in the mirror, watching him whisper to you only heightened your senses. He wanted him to come, he wanted him to fill you right there in that fitting room so you could walk out like you didn’t just get fucked by your boyfriend in a nun costume

“FUCK” he curses against your neck, biting down on the flesh “I’m gonna cum… do you want it inside? Does my slutty little nun want me to come inside her pussy?”

his hand comes into your hair and pulls on the strands “ if you want me to come, you gotta give me an answer, princess”

“ yes! Inside, please! Cum inside” you could feel your eyes brimming with tears from the amount of pleasure you were feeling. Your knees buckling beneath you barely holding you up.

“ good girl…good girl-ah!” he releases inside you painting your walls with white ropes “ that’s it… take it, take it all deep inside” he huffs as he fucks his cum inside of you. “Fuck baby….this it. This is the costume”

He really had to buy that nun-costume, and there were no returns. It was safe to say that this was indeed put to use much more than just Halloween.

[universeofdreams]

General, will you marry me?

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Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, a bit of anger and angst

Warnings: none really except for you throwing a mug TT

Wordcount: 1513

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Summary: Basically you, the general of another resistance team, freak out due to Ray being cocky and very self centered but ends up in a proposal.

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Having to attend an emergency meeting is never fun, that’s for sure, but if you sit there as a general and some girl tries to convince you of something you’re not agreeing on, yes, they’re a pain in the ass. 

„Listen, Leia! There would be no use for me if I’d be dead! What if I die on this mission and nobody here else knows how to use the force!“, she said aggressively and some of your soldiers gasped.

She knew what she did when saying that you couldn’t handle the force, but she didn’t expect this reaction. You slowly rose from your chair, almost all eyes were on you, except Rey‘s. 

She tried to do you dirty since she met you, the only other Jedi in the resistance, the general of Order 3 and the friend of everyone here. Everyone watched you breathe in and then slamming your hand on the desk below. Leia was shocked, this even startled C3PO. 

„Who do you think you are?“ The irony in your voice was evident and by the way you pinched your nose bridge even Poe Dameron recognised, that you wer probably extremely stressed out. But Rey just got angrier because of this. 

„Who I think I a-“ 

But you silenced her with a „shhhht!“ 

„All these people here-“ While pointing towards some squadron leaders, so also to Poe and shook your head. 

„-they risk their life every day for the resistance, people even DIED for the resistance and yet you act like you’re the most powerful one here?“ 

Out of rage you grabbed the mug that was standing obviously too close and slammed it against the next wall. 

Poor mug. 

„All you do is practice! For what? You don’t even get better if you don’t use it in a battle and yet you think you’re allowed to act as if those people died for NOTHING! 

A small jedi like you means nothing to the whole universe. But everyone here is equal. 

Don’t go around and treat my people - and me - as if we’re below you. Don’t EVER do this, or we’re done.“ You spoke up. 

When Leia and the rest asked to stay at the base of Order 3, they didn’t think about working together at first. 

Their general was very distant at first, almost giving away the impression that all of this didn’t matter to you - turns out it did. 

„You’re not allowed to order me around! Your pilots, and ours, decided to die. I won’t die here and never. Not for a life of a simple pilot or soldier. You don’t know me, you don’t know the force.“ Now laughed Rey and made you grit your teeth, grab the hilt of your right lightsaber and round the table like a lion on the hunt. 

„If you’re not going, I am. Everyone has a side, everyone gets born with it, you can’t simply decide if you die for it or not. Disrespect one of them and I’ll kill you personally, with my bare hands.“ 

„I don’t wanna end up like some lonely ass that hopes to die someday for the resistance and be the hero he’ll never be! For example Dameron. I’ll never be less worth than him.“ 

And she crossed the line. 

In less than 3 seconds, the other force user‘s brain clicked and you threw her against the same wall the mug hat a couple of minutes earlier. You towered over her and whispered, while wearing your death stare: „Get out of this room. Now.“ 

And she did leave in fear. 

But it was awkwardly silent now, when you took a new mug, filled some tea in it and sat down again. 

„I’m going. Go on with the plan, Commander Zelada, I beg you.“ The Twi‘lek nodded and explained how someone had to get into Ren’s destroyer and get fake kidnapped. Then, rescue them while getting information about what the first order was planning. 

At first, Rey was supposed to go, since she could’ve resisted Ren because she was force sensitive. But now that she’s too stubborn to take part, Y/n had to do it. The crew of the falcon had to come get you after some time while the general tries to get some information out of their stormtroopers. After Zelada explained the whole plan, the rest nodded and agreed. 

„This is urgent, everyone here knows it. I want you guys to leave tomorrow night, if that’s okay.“ Leia admitted and it seemed like it was okay for everyone, because people slowly started to leave. Y/n followed them out of the meeting room and started walking off to her quarters, but slowed down when a certain brunette caught up to her. 

„I didn’t think you’d speak up about this with her.“ He smiled and watched the Jedi next to him shake her head out of disbelief. 

„If someone would use me as a bad example in front of you, you’d say something too.“ 

„You’re right.“ 

And the rest of the walk was pretty silent, until they reached the generals quarters. They for sure stood in front of the door for 5 minutes without saying anything, just looking at each other. 

„What are you going to do now?“ Asked the female and Poe chuckled. „I don’t know, i think i’ll just go to sleep maybe.“ And Y/n nodded. „What about some sleep at my place?“ And Poe nodded excited, fiddling the keycard out of one of one of Y/n’s pockets and unlocking the door. When they was inside, the first thing he did was grab his shirt out of Y/n’s closet, changed into it real quick and hopped into the girls bed while she was still getting ready. When she brushed her teeth and looked in the mirror, she asked the brunette „I wasn’t too harsh to her, was I?“ 

And Poe looked at her from the living room while quirking his brow. 

„You’re basically the truth yourself, I don’t think so.“ 

When the jedi came out of the bathroom, she was in her nightwear and wore some sweatpants in which she also laid down on the bed. The pilot positioned his head on the woman’s chest and let her brush through his hair, which relaxed him totally. 

„Are you scared?“ Was the question they both asked the same time and made Y/n laugh. 

„Poe, whatever happens tomorrow, it’ll happen for a reason. If one of us dies, so will it be. Even if I don’t think this will happen.“ She said and kissing the top of Damerons head, who jumped up as if he had a sudden intention. With a slight swift of his hand he pulled the necklace with his mother‘s wedding ring off his neck and detached the ring. „I’m always so scared, I’m so terrified you won’t come back from a battle. I should’ve done this a lot sooner but I beg you, marry me. Now. I couldn’t bare living and knowing I never got to call you my wife.“ He muttered while holding his mothers ring in his trembling hands, teardrops slowly dropping from his eyes and his body was shaking. 

It felt like the time stopped then and there only for them, but Y/n had planned otherwise. She pushed out a small smile and brushed a strand of the raven locks out of Poe’s face. Her hand slid down further, over his cheek, to his lips and stopping when she reached the hand the male was holding the ring in. 

She didn’t know if doing this was right, but she had to. Poe deserved eternity and if she’d die on him, she knew the pilot would never ever get happy again. With this decision, she quietly closed her hand around the jewellery and shook his head. 

„I’m not denying this. I really want to marry you, get old with you, maybe even have kids. You deserve this so bad, but there’s a war going on right now.“ 

And Poe thought she rejected him. 

He left the bed and tried to open the door while sobbing but turns out that his tears definitely were getting in the way there. As fast as Y/n could she jumped up and wrapped her arms around the older ones shaking body. „I said I‘m not rejecting you! Poe, come on, you know I love you with all of my heart, okay? 

You‘re saying this because you’re scared. Last time you wanted to give me your X-Wing, in case something happened.“ But that didn’t stop him from crying. 

„After the mission, kriff I will propose to you just the way you deserve it. I promise. We will marry.“ 

Poe’s face lit up, even if that meant surviving tomorrow, he didn’t get rejected. He didn’t even know why he started crying after all, he knew Y/n would never do anything without further thinking it through, but after all she was right, especially the thing with the X-Wing-

It was a yes, but those promises are meant to give in good times and not as a promise to survive.

[oozedninjas]

Toxic!Raph

Submited by:  @macsimagines 

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I only have Raph ready and about half of Leo but I hope you like this! If not its totally cool! You don’t have to share it or anything if you don’t want to.

Talk about insecure this guy has no control over his feelings whatsoever. You’re his whole world, first and foremost. He thinks you put the damn sun in the sky. But it’s going to be a cold day in hell before he lets you know that.

He doesn’t treat you bad but he doesn’t treat you good. You’re always at arms length and he’s got this funny way of treating you like he doesn’t care about you. In his head the moment you realize he loves you more than life itself is that moment you’re going to walk out on him.

If he doesn’t let it on that you’re better, that you can do better, then you won’t go and he never has to be afraid, right? Wrong. Constant fear and insecurities consume him when he’s with you.

He’s so hot and cold it gives you whiplash. One moment he acts like he could care less if you’re actually with him or not and then the next he’s acting like he’s going to die if you try to go.

“Quit yer whinin’ Y/N. I’ll get to you when I got the time, alright? Get off my back I already got the shell.” and then when he hasn’t heard from you in two days its all; “The hell you got me worryin’ for? Can’t text back? Too good to come an’ see your man is that it? Got sick and tired of the fuckin’ circus?”

Ya this asshole has got some issues. Oh and his worst fear of you leaving for something better or wising up and realizing you deserve something better? He’s never gonna let it happen.

One day you two get into an argument, Raph isn’t exactly in control of his temper but he’s very good about not coming off as too aggressive with you. But then you hit him with that “If you don’t want me, I can just leave Raphael! You don’t have to put up with me and I can go be someone else’s problem!” and WOOF! Out goes any restraint.

“The hell you mean someone else?” at first its a quiet anger. A certain calmness in his tone that sends chills down your spine. He’s standing and you’re just now realizing he’s so much bigger than you as he’s slowly stalking towards you with this numb look on his face that you can’t read and that’s so much more terrifying than if he was just screaming like he usually does.

He’s got you backed into a wall when he asks again, a little firmer “Y/N, What do you mean ’someone else’?” perfect pronunciation, his distinct accent missing, so there is no confusion in his question because he really needs to hear your answer.

Your mouth feels very dry, you’ve never been afraid with him, never ever would you treat your man like he was some kind of monster, but right now with how he has you caged in his arms and stuck between him and that wall…

“I just- if you don’t want to deal w-with me-!” “Nuh-uh, you’re the one talkin’ about someone else,” he interrupts shaking his head and his voice finally reaching borderline hysterics, “You brought up somebody fuckin’ else so what is it Y/N!? Finally had enough? Think you can up an’ go!? Just like that!?”

His hands slam against the wall on either side of your head, and you can’t help the small scream that leaves you when you hear the cement of it crack under the strength of his palms.

“Gonna be a cold day in hell when someone takes you from me! They better be fuckin’ ready t'die, Y/N! CAUSE I’LL KILL ‘EM!” And Raph will remember the sound of the table crashing against the wall more than he remembers throwing it. The image of the pieces lying jagged and broken will be more vivid than the image of it flying across the room.

When he finally sees the tears pouring out of you his rage breaks, he’s all shaky breaths and numbness in his muscles. He’s just watching you sob and cry on the floor, too shocked to even believe he snapped at you like that. His Y/N.

“M'sorry, I’m so fuckin’ sorry,” he’s going to be repeating like it’s a prayer, nothing but apologies and shaky hands trying to hold you close. Raph would never ever hurt you, but he did just make it clear, you’re not going anywhere. 

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I’M HERE FOR THE TEA please can we see Mama Rosehearts seeing Trey again?? You know the boy she probably blames for leading her son astray with SUGAR 😆 maybe throw in the Clover siblings or Clover parents too? Only if you want to though!

Scalding hot tea to go with those banned strawberry tarts... 👀 (Not gonna lie though, it's so funny to me that Mrs. Rosehearts may see Trey, one of THE most normal and mild-mannered dudes in the main TWST cast, as some kind of twisted degenerate that peddles an addictive white powder to her child 🤡)

While writing this, I kept thinking of the passive aggressive dinner scene in Shrek 2 (that eventually turned into a full-blown food fight) 😅 Trey can be Shrek since he's green and Mrs. Rosehearts can be Fiona's dad since they're both protective parents-- (I decided to keep it to Trey, Riddle, and Mrs. Rosehearts! The rest of the Clover family would be a lot of people to account for in one interactions.)

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Trey was used to cutting cakes, not cutting tension. The vice dorm leader job description had said nothing about the latter—yet here he was, newly saddled with the responsibility.

To his right was Riddle, forcing himself to maintain impeccable posture for afternoon tea. Back straight, head up, eyes forward, as he wove a teaspoon through a cup of warm liquid. Normally, he would slightly sweeten his tea with honey—but he went without it today, only stirring on reflex.

A ha-RUMPH! sounded as Riddle set the teaspoon down on his saucer. Their guest was disapproving, as Trey had expected. He gathered his strength and muttered a silent prayer to the Great Seven.

"Tea?" Trey offered the woman to his right, teapot at the ready.

Mrs. Rosehearts tapped a dagger-like nail against her arm. She had painted them a deep crimson, the exact shade of the red velvet cakes Patisserie Clover whipped up—though with the scathing expression she wore, Trey figured the last thing she wanted to hear about was baked goods. The woman looked like she was out for his blood, rich and oh-so-red.

"Okaaay, no tea then." Trey carefully returned the teapot to its spot and reached for a plate of the least sweet item avaliable. "How about a finger sandwich? We've got all different kinds of fillings, so just pick the one you like."

Mrs. Rosehearts didn't so much as pass the poor sandwiches a glance out of pity.

"Alright, I guess that's also a negatory?"

Her icy eyes bore into Trey, silently judging him. The tension thickened, turning heftier than a filling pea soup (though he doubted she was in the mood for any food at this point).

A hand reached over and plucked a sandwich from the top of the pile, staving off some rigidity in the air.

"Thank you, Trey." Riddle offered a small smile.

"You're very welcome. Don't eat it all up in one bite now. Remember to save some for everyone else," Trey joked light-heartedly. "You've got a smoked salmon on whole wheat there. I tossed the fish in lemon juice, salt, and pepper, then mixed it with a little cream cheese, dill, and minced onion."

"Is that right? It sounds delicious and healthy," Riddle said carefully, emphasizing the final word. He delicately nibbled at the crusts--still left on--while eyeing the contents of his teacup.

The table settled back into a stiff silence. Riddle staring at his drink, his mother staring at Trey, and Trey staring at the wall behind her. If he made eye contact, would she explode?

Trey rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. His hand came away damp with perspiration. He dared to say what was on everyone's mind.

"Well, uh... This is awkward."

There was an audibly sharp intake of breath. Riddle, paralyzed. His thumb pressed down hard on his sandwich, puncturing a hole in the bread.

"You're the eldest son of the bakers," Mrs. Rosehearts declared, her first utterance as prickly as thorns. "The boy who led my Riddle astray with sugar."

She makes it sound like I was peddling something way worse than what it actually was! It was only a slice of strawberry tart...

Trey bit back his protests and tried at a smile. He and Riddle had spent hours reviewing and rehearsing their game plan for this dreaded moment. "Don't challenge her, don't instigate," his dorm leader had instructed him. "Be agreeable. Lie if you must. Whatever it takes for us to come out of this encounter unscathed."

His had confidence wavered, worry in his big eyes. A flash of fear, and Trey saw the sad little child from years before, the fat tears that had been dribbling down Riddle’s contorted face. Sobbing, apologizing, pleading.

He had tipped his head and nodded. A mere card soldier obeying his queen. The line he parroted so often was spoken once more: “Yes, dorm leader.”

Trey reached within himself for the best he could manage. "It's nice to see you again, ma'am."

"If only I could say the same!!" Mrs. Rosehearts huffed dismissively. She then snapped, quick as a whip, to Riddle, who flinched. "It’s no wonder why you came home in such a sorry state for the holidays! I suspected it for a while now, but this confirms it. You’ve been reintroduced to bad influences at school."

“That’s not exactly…” Riddle trailed off, his voice weak. His mother continued to rant, undaunted.

“NRC has its fair share of students that cause trouble,” Trey confessed, tactfully cutting in. “Still, that’s to be expected of teenage boys."

“My Riddle rarely ever behaves in such a disrespectful manner,” Mrs. Rosehearts retorted. Rarely stung like a slap to the face. “Were it not for poor choices in friendship, he would never act out.

“Why a prestigious learning institution like Night Raven College would allow such riffraff in, I’ll never understand! They only ruin it for the others. It only takes one bad seed to spoil the whole bunch.”

She didn't name names, but it was clear who she was talking about from where she directed her intense gaze.

“I don’t know about spoiled apples, but bruised ones can still be used,” Trey pointed out, eager to divert the heated topic. “They don’t look the best, but they still taste fine. Bruised apples work for lots of recipes. Salads, sauces, ciders, jams..."

The smoked salmon sandwich slipped, falling into Riddle’s untouched tea. His eyes widened. Then Trey’s slowly followed. Both of them caught the misstep, their times staggered.

The scowl on Mrs. Rosehearts deepened, her crimson lips forming an almost bloody line. “You would just love to stuff my son with more of that sugary poison, wouldn’t you? Just like you’ve filled his head with your poisonous thoughts!!”

“What? No, I wouldn’t… I haven’t—” He instinctively pivoted to providing a defense, something to placate her.

It was an ill-advised mistake.

"Young man!!" Face red, she rose from her seat, slamming both hands on the table. The fine china and silverware clattered violently. "First you feed him that horrible junk food, then you've graduated to feeding him all these untruths!! You've done quite enough damage to my son."

He had one foot in the rabbit hole now, the situation spiraling into chaos. Trey braced himself against the verbal barrage, wincing as her volume climbed higher and higher, her features distorting from rage.

A part of him wanted to cry out. To argue, to shout. But fear clawed at his throat, seizing his tongue.

"Look where hanging around you has gotten him! He comes home over the winter break spouting nonsense—nonsense he no doubt picked up from you. I thought I had done all I could to rid us of the pests buzzing around him, but clearly even those efforts haven't been enough!"

"M-Mother, please... I can explain!" Riddle insisted, jumping up. His teacup wobbled, threatening to topple over and stain the table and rug. "I implore you, don't blame Trey--"

"A mother knows what's best for her child! I'll be speaking to the headmaster about this, and there WILL be some changes around here!"

Riddle recoiled, defeated. He balled his hands into fists on his lap—to stop them from shaking.

It's happening, Trey realized. Again, it's happening...

The edges of his vision blurring, his throat closing up. A distant memory of his parents profusely apologizing to a screaming woman. Riddle huddled behind her, in tears, tugging, begging to be heard. Him, standing frozen, unable to act.

"Riddle..." Trey made to place a hand on his shoulder to reassure him, but a protective arm blocked his path. He met the livid face of Mrs. Rosehearts.

"Don't you touch a hair on my son's head.”

His hand jerked back but refused to fall limp to his side. He frowned slightly, brows furrowing in hesitation.

But he pushed himself forward and tumbled deeper down the rabbit hole.

"With all due respect, ma'am," Trey said very evenly, "I get wanting to support and protect him, I really do. That's part of my job as his vice dorm leader—but Riddle doesn’t need it all the time. He’s not the fragile flower you seem to think he is.”

He was the thorns that warded off enemies. He was the stalk, morally upright and willful. He was the roots that burrowed deep and anchored the group.

He was anything but a rose.

“Frankly, I think you sorely underestimate how strong Riddle really is,” Trey continued. He must be, if he has the courage to speak up for me when I couldn’t do the same for him. “I don’t mean just in magic either. He has the will of a queen too.”

Mrs. Rosehearts drew back, positively appalled. Her nostrils flared. "And just what are you insinuating?!"

Shock replaced the delicate discomfort on Riddle’s face. “Trey, you…”

“Ahahah… Sorry, Riddle.” He passed his friend a faint smile. “I guess I couldn’t help but meddle this time. I broke my promise to you. My bad.”

“No, don’t be.” His response was quiet, like the trace of a whisper on a breeze.

“I understand now. It’s not the school that needs changing, but you,” Mrs. Rosehearts snarled, jabbing an accusatory finger at Trey. “I’ll have you expelled from this school!! You won’t ever be put in a position where you can sink your venomous fangs into my…"

"Stop, mother...!!"

"Riddle?" Mrs. Rosehearts looked expectantly at her son. She had stiffened, the fire in her eyes now petrified to stone.

He hesitated under her gaze.

"... Hey. It's okay. You've got this," came a soft voice from beside him. From Riddle's right, his right-hand man. "No one else can speak for you but yourself."

Riddle swallowed. He tried to maintain his cool, but his words came out shaky.

"Mother, I..." He stopped and started again. "You may see Trey as a villain, someone who leads children astray from the good and morally righteous path with a house of sweets. But that's not what he is.”

Riddle remembered the scene well.

In a garden of rose hedges… Collars turned into fluttering playing cards. Then the pitch black had consumed him. A light he had reached for. The hand that had reached back. Someone calling out to him, panicked.

That person was…

"At my darkest moment, Trey was there to stop me from sinking lower than I already had. When I sought a hand in the void, it was he who reached back for me. His hand is what pulled me up when I was down.

“For that, I will always be grateful, no matter what you may think of him. He is worthy of standing by my side as Heartslabyul’s vice dorm leader. That is my decision—a decision acknowledged by all.”

His mother bristled. "You would side with this… this boy over me? Your mother? Your family?"

“I’m suggesting that raising a complaint to the headmaster wouldn’t change the circumstances. He, too, is aware of Trey’s merits as my second-in-command and would wish for him to stay.”

Riddle shared a small, knowing smile with his friend. Indeed, Crowley had been present for the debacle—and indeed, he would promote their support of one another. To save face and reputation. (“Wh-What nonsense is this!! Of course my students are well-mannered and cooperative! What would make you think anything less of them?!”)

“Clever,” Trey mouthed.

“Well, I never!!” Mrs. Rosehearts huffed, abruptly rising from her seat. “The depths of depravity know no bounds!! To think you’ve magically convinced the entire school that you’re good…!!l

“I’ll do my best to show you my good points too, ma’am,” Trey replied. He couldn’t stop a smirk from making its way onto his lips. “After all, everyone at NRC’s like a diamond in the rough. All they need’s their time to shine.“

At this, Riddle coughed into a fist to conceal choked laughter. “… Yes, one could say such a thing. Rest assured, mother; I’m in good hands. There is no learning institution more fit for me than here.”

At our Night Raven College.

[mha-cuties-pls]

Alleyways and Avenues.

Part 1 of 4 | Pairing: Dabi x Reader | rating: T (language) | genre: suspense

Read ‘Part 2’ here.

Read ‘Part 3’ here.

“Hey!” A deep voice called out behind you.

fuck. Just keep walking.

“Hey!” The voice called out again, louder this time. “I’m talking to you!” The pace of your footsteps picked up; but so did theirs.

Looking ahead, there was still a few hundred feet of dark alleyway to walk until you arrived at the next street. Maybe if you just ran a little faster-

“HEY!” The man screamed in your ear, grabbing your arm and shoulder firmly enough to yank you back, trapping you between his dauntingly tall body and the wall. You screamed and thrashed around, obviously trying to escape but he wouldn’t let you. “Ya’know itss rude t’ ignore people.” He slurred, and you could smell the alcohol wafting off his stale breath.

“Let go!” You yelled, trying fruitlessly to push away against his giant smelly, bloated belly and grubby hands that violated more and more of you with each second that passed. Yelping and jumping around when he began to pull and tug at your skirt or they to go around the hem, you felt the sting of tears in your eyes as the panic began to set in. You were really fucked this time.

The evil man chuckled at your expression, a sinister look in his eyes as he continued to make you feel humiliated, violated, and small “Whats wrong little girl? M’ybe now youll be nicseee to me like y’sshould’a been.”

Trying to fight off his hands that were attacking your skirt, you weren’t able to stop him from ripping your shirt off; and him nearly choking you with the fabric on accident in the process.

His eyes glazed over watching you gag. “Such prtty sounds.” Shoving you down onto your knees in front of him, you cried out with pain when you hit the gravel floor;

and when you looked up again to see him reaching for his belt, you couldnt help it anymore; big ugly sobs began to escape you. Your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute and your face was hot, and if you didn’t pass out or throw up in the next few minutes you felt like your body might implode.

Though the man only smiled more, “s’pretty lookin up at me like that.” He finally succeeded with his belt buckle, and began to discard it. “What a good gi-“ then suddenly, he stopped talking.

Feeling his dead weight suddenly buckle down on you, you released another high pitched scream, and almost began to sobbing uncontrollably. But as fate would have it, someone seemed to have yanked the mans body off of you almost as quickly as it fell.

Looking up with a tear-stained expression on your messy face, you encountered the face of a man even more daunting than the one before; Only it seemed as if maybe, fate might be on your side for this one.

“You okay?” He said, extending out his hand to help you up. At first, you hesitated; But eventually decided to take the offer to help you up.

“Yeah.” Your voice was raspy, and you didn’t feel very confident when you spoke. It was like your body was still stuck, frozen in that moment. Despite your mind going a thousand miles a minute, you couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought. You couldn’t speak.

Taking a moment to look at him, you were shocked by how striking his features were. You hadn’t noticed at first, but his piercing blue eyes complemented is dark hair and sharp features impeccably, while all his piercings served to accentuate his more alternative look.

He seemed dissatisfied with your answer by the way his lips pursed in response, but didn’t try to stop you.

“No, really.” You assured him, taking a small step back and trying your best to muster up a smile. “I’ll be okay.” But as soon as you said it, a voice in your head wondered.

Will you?

Trying to walk away, you turned around, and were met with his body standing in front of you once more. Though, his movements and body language didn’t feel aggressive. When you glanced up at his face he almost looked worried to you, but why? It’s not like he’s the weak one here.

“Why don’t you let me walk you home?” The dark haired man said, and despite your initial hesitation, you decided it was probably a good idea.

If he wanted to hurt you, he could’ve done it by now.

“O-okay.” You managed to squeak out. Though, before beginning the journey back home with a man who you just met, no matter how heroic he may seem, you decided that you should probably at least ask one question. “What’s your name?”

A soft smile etched itself on the mans marred lips after you asked, and you tried to ignore how handsome you thought he looked in that moment. “You can call me Dabi.” He said, waiting you for you to lead the way.

Looking between him, and the dark alleyway that lay ahead, somehow, suddenly, you weren’t scared anymore.

“I’m ____.”

To Be Continued…

A/N: aggh i’ve had this idea in my head for a long time I just thought I’d hammer it out. I’m working on so many things at the same time and I’m about to graduate college but I want you guys to know I literally think about this blog every single day.