#I’m loosening up by hips and standing with my pussy out metaphorically!!

[onioneyez]

You guys I am happy yet again!!!!! HELL yes

[djarrex]

Chrono

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Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit. 18+ 100%

Word Count: 1.7k 

Warnings: piv shower sex, very brief vaginal fingering

Summary: (See note for explanation) You signaled for your Captain, and he came to you. Instead of your usual spot, you both agreed on a change of scenery. Who’s thirsty? 

A/N: This is just a little Captain Rex oneshot from an idea I had in my head about how the reader could signal Rex by messing with her chrono on her wrist, sort of like purposefully messing with it but while not being too obvious, y’know? It sounds better in my head.

***

About a half hour ago, you had walked by Captain Rex in the war room, signaling him of your… need… in passing. There was this agreement you both had come to: if either one of you needed some stress relief - or even just missed one another - you’d signal with the wiggling of the chrono you both wore on your wrists. It was weird at first; to play with your chrono so much in front of others because it seemed so obvious, but it worked. It always worked. Most of the time it was in passing while on the ship, other times it was at 79’s while you sat with all the guys in their favorite booth.

If you were on the ship, the go-to location was the medbay. It was usually empty except for the medical droids, but you had powered them down in preparation. You ran the med bay, after all. You weren’t expecting any visitors – other than your Captain.

You leaned on the wall, waiting over by the supply closet. Whenever your activities took place in the medbay, they usually carried on in the closet – just in case someone were to waltz in. You always locked the door, but you never know.

Another few minutes went by until the door finally whisked opened. Rex stood at the entrance with his helmet clutched to his side.

You stood up straight, hands on your hips. “Kriff, Rex. I’ve been waiting f- ”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, cyare.” He sighed, stepping into the room and sat his helmet on the counter nearest him.

“What kept you for so long? You know, I think that’s the longest you’ve ever kept me waiting - and I’m including the months I waited for you to finally make a fucking move before we had sex for the first time.”

“Very funny.” He grinned and rolled his eyes, shutting and locking the door behind him.

You stepped closer, your arms folded across you chest. “In all seriousness though, what’s going on, Rex?”

He sighed again. “Looks like I won’t have as much time off as I’d like to. I’m scheduled on the bridge at 06:00 tomorrow morning for a briefing. I’m accompanying General Skywalker, General Kenobi, and Commander Tano on a mission to Zygerria.” Your brows furrowed. Walking over to sit on a cot, you grabbed his hand and led him to sit with you.

“…Zygerria? Maker, Rex. What the hells is on Zygerria?”

“Well... Do you really want me to tell you, or would you rather have me instead? Because I know what I’d rather do,” He grazed your thigh, “and let me tell you, it’s not going over the story of the missing Togrutas and rescue mission. We’re on a time crunch here, cyare.”

As much as you loved the feeling of his hands on you, you weren’t expecting that answer. “Missing… Togrutas?” You widened your eyes, and he frowned.

“Cyare.”

“Ha, sorry.” You leaned in towards him, your mouth close enough to his, threatening a kiss. “Well, since you have to get up really early… maybe we shouldn’t- ” He leaned back from you, his eyes shooting accusing daggers at you.

“I’m sorry, but aren’t you the one who signaled me? Wiggling around your chrono, making a pass through the war room? You never walk through the war room. Common, cyare. You got my attention, so here I am.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, and he loosened up enough do to the same. You reached for his hand still on your thigh and held it in your hands.

“Can you – can you come back to my apartment with me? I need to clean off, seriously. I’ve been sanitizing all day – I probably smell like chemicals.” You saw the cogs turning in his head before he answered. His eyebrow raised, then lowered as he released another sigh.

“Alright, fine. I can’t spend the night, though. As much as I would love to wake up to you in the morning...” He took his other hand and ran his gloved thumb across your bottom lip, “I’m needed for a mission. I’m sorry.” Rex never was truly able to relax, and you absolutely felt for him. It seems like the only times he’s ever able to really let loose is when he’s with you, and even then, there is always some metaphorical clock ticking in the background, counting down the seconds he has left with you before he’s needed by his General again.

You nodded and smiled, knowing that he’s doing his very best and you were grateful he was even willing to go back to your place at all. Having him in your bed will always beat the medbay on this ship or the alley behind 79’s.

“Hey, you go first.” You gestured to the door as you caressed his cheek, “I’ll wait a few minutes before heading off the ship and meet you back at my place in an hour. Sound good?” 

***

About half an hour later you were back home and were beyond ready for some leave time. You tossed your bag haphazardly on the counter, making your way to your room to quickly shed off your clothing, tossing them into a bin. As your top came off over your head you got a huge whiff of chemicals - you were a walking fire hazard.

Turning the sanisteam on the hottest setting, you stepped in and closed your eyes. The showers on the Resolute were fine, better than most probably, but nothing compared to your shower. The pressure of the scalding water dug into your scalp as you massaged the soap into your hair. You turned the setting slightly cooler - so you didn’t acquire third degree burns from a shower - and stood in silence while the water rained down on your tired form. Once your hair and body were clean, you decided to stand under the water for just a little while longer, letting your muscles relax as your head tilted back with your eyes closed for just a little while longer -

“Cyare, are you enjoying yourself?”

Your eyes shot open as you were pulled out of your relaxing trance. He stood just outside the ‘fresher fully armored, sans helmet, and watched you with a cocked head and a smirk. 

“Stars, Rex. Sorry I -” You turned around to shut off the sanisteam but he stopped you.

“No, wait. Don’t turn it off.” You raised a quizzical brow and folded your arms against your chest. Was – was he wanting to join you?

“You going to join me, Captain?” You were unable to hide your mischievous grin. With that, he quickly worked at his armor and tossed it all into a pile in your adjoining room. You watched in amusement as he shed his blacks and threw them in the bin with your own dirty clothes.

As soon as he stepped in the shower, there was no time wasted. You were gently pressed against the wall of the shower, your back making contact with the cool tiles as Rex let his hands travel up and down your waist. His lips met yours; your hands shot up to cup his face while his hands decided to head south.

Before you knew it, you were moaning into his mouth as he worked your clit with calloused fingers.

“Please Rex, I want you. I want your cock. Please.” He smiled against your mouth, still working his fingers, but letting them trail down to the outside of your hole, teasing your entrance.

“Are my fingers not good enough for you, cyare?” He breathed a laugh into your mouth, earing a low moan from you.

“No… no, they’re p-perfect – always – perfect. I just… I need m-more.”

His fingers retracted from your heat. Before you could complain at the loss of contact, your left thigh was being lifted up around his waist and your arms quickly wrapped around his neck in an attempt to hold yourself steady. He teased your clit with the head of his cock, earning whimper out of you.

“Rex, please.”

His voice, deeper than ever, set off fireworks in your gut, “Yes, ma’am.” 

He bucked his hips upward, sending his cock straight up into your pussy until he was fully inside in just one motion. You let your head fall back; the loud thump of your head hitting the wall made him pause. You didn’t even realize you had hit your head until he asked if you were ok.

“M’fine.” You shot him a reassuring smile. “Keep going.”

He resumed his deliberate thrusts – jabs of his hips that would’ve sent you all the way up the wall if his hands weren’t glued to your hip and ass. His lips met your collarbone; the gentle nips he gave the thin skin there send shockwaves through your body. You were close already, and he knew it.

“Cum for me. Common.” He was commanding you with his mouth still attached to your clavicle. It took his one hand to shoot down where you were connected - resuming his torture on your throbbing clit – to make you lose all strength in the one leg you were standing on. He must have felt it, because the grip he had on your ass became harder to keep you upright – to make sure you didn’t collapse; you clamped down hard on his cock with your brutal orgasm, making his thrusts lose their rhythm as he grunted into your neck.

He finished inside you of you – something you always told him to do; this time he didn’t need a verbal confirmation because he already knew the answer – your body was still shaking as you slowly came down from your high. 

He pulled out of you with a tired sigh, completely spent, and went to stand directly underneath the warm water in silence. Rex looked so content as he stood underneath the water, his head tilted back with his eyes shut, just as you were before he arrived. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then climbed out of the shower to dry off. You wanted him to have this moment to himself. He deserved to relax.

***

[roanniom]

hi pal can I request the reader showing sackler how to take things a little more slow and sensual in the bedroom (possibly ft some sub!sackler bc yum) dialogue line: 'easy tiger'

Hey buddy, yes – let’s teach our cutie sub!Sackler a lesson. (p.s., sorry to you and everyone else who requested stuff - I’m getting around to all of these, I swear lol)

Sweet

Adam Sackler x Reader

Word Count: 4,291

Warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, PIV sex, light light light dom/sub, mentions of food, shitty day angst

You love riding Sackler. It’s a fact and you aren’t shy about it. The way he feels beneath you – hard and wound out so tight, just a second from breaking – makes you feel like a goddess. You love messing with him and bossing him around, too. The way his eyes widen and his lip quivers as he thinks up a taunting reply or considers the reward that might come if he is good and acquiesces instead. You love rewarding and punishing him equally.

Sackler takes punishment better than any man you’d ever been with. While most men play along for a while, it’s been your experience that many tire eventually. Not Sackler. Sure, he’s a brat about it, but that’s exactly what you love. How receptive he is. No matter what you do, your Sackler reacts and it makes your heart and pussy clench in equal measure.

But every once in a while, riding Sackler isn’t what you’re in the mood for. Today is one of those days. It’s been a long one, full of meetings and paperwork and all the things that make your teeth set on edge by the time you climb up from the subway, up from the street, and up to your fifth floor walkup. When you reach the knob to open the door, it turns in your hand and moves inward without any effort on your part. The door pulls back to reveal Adam, standing with a huge grin on his face and a steaming mug which is promptly pushed into your free hand.

“Fucking finally! I’ve been waiting for you to get home.” A kiss is pressed hurriedly to your lips and your bags are pulled off of your shoulders. The whirlwind of motion and activity almost make you dizzy and you laugh. Despite your shit day and despite yourself.

“What’s all this?” you ask, gesturing the scene that his wall of a body, now moved aside to stow your bags, has revealed. The table is set for two, with flowers and a fucking lit candle in the center. Two stemmed glasses sit beside a sweating bottle of sparkling grape juice. Adam steps back into view, his grin even wider.

“Ray and I were fucking around at the café and I came across this recipe in a magazine -” he begins, but you cut him off.

“I can’t picture you flipping through a magazine.” He flips you off and continues.

“Well anyway, Ray said it was too delicate and I’d never be able to make it because I’m a fucking ox in a china shop and I was like the saying is ‘bull in a china shop you dickweed’ and then we wrestled a bit and scared his customers away which was pretty fucking hilarious -”

You grab Sackler’s chin to stop his manic rambling.

“The food, Sackler.”

“Well I was getting to that! So I said fuck you, ripped the recipe out, went to the store, and now nine hours and three cut fingers later we have this fucking feast!”

Sackler claps his hands together before gesturing grandly to the table. With the gesticulation you’re able to see the three aforementioned fingers swathed in shoddily placed bandages. You grab his non-damaged hand and lift up on your tiptoes. He gets the message, bending down to press his lips to yours again. He closes his eyes to savor the kiss, but as you back away yours dart over his figure and you let out another laugh.

“Sackler, is that my apron?”

~*~

It turns out bulls in china shops can, indeed, cook delicate dishes. The food is really good. Annoyingly good. Proving again, for the umpteenth time, that your tornado of a boyfriend can be good at things when he focuses all of his boundless energy on one thing.

“You shouldn’t have done this, you know.” You smile at him over the rim of your glass of sparkling juice, the remains of your meal littering the table before you. Sackler watches you, full and self-satisfied, shaking his head.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m never going to accept a shitty takeout meal again now that you’ve fed me this well.”

Sackler sits up straighter and leans over, reaching his hand between your thighs. Your legs open instinctively, without any effort from your brain, but as you lurch forward and metal scrapes against wood, you realize he’s grabbed your chair and is pulling you closer to him.

“It was really that good, wasn’t it.” His smile is ear to ear. You laugh at his smugness.

“Do I need to lick my plate to convince you? Because I will.” You drag a finger through the last bit of sauce on your plate and move to bring it to your mouth. Before you can, however, Adam grabs your wrist and reroutes it to his mouth. His lips close over your finger, tongue lapping up the sauce before it can drip down into your palm. He maintains direct, blazing eye contact the entire time and your stomach swoops. After a moment a sucking, Adam releases your finger with a pop, biting the tip playfully before dropping your hand back to your lap.

“Fuck I’m talented.”

The chuckle you release is a tad too breathless for your liking. It really has been a hard day, and Adam’s attention is getting to you quicker and more than usual. He can see it in your eyes and in the incremental quickening of the rise and fall of your chest.

“Yep. You’re fucking talented,” is all you’re able to muster, biting your lip.

The large hand that had pulled you closer to him has spent this whole time gripping your chair in the space between your legs. Now it slides to smooth over your thigh. His hand is hot enough you can feel the heat radiating beneath your pants. Despite the warmth you shiver.

Adam notices and pulls back his hand so that only his index finger remains in contact with your leg. His index finger which he drags up your inner thigh only to run it up and down the line of the pants seam at the apex of your thighs.

“A little needy tonight, are we babe?”

This is exactly what you need to loosen up so you grab his wrist. He stiffens immediately, assuming he’s done something wrong. But instead you pull him closer to close his whole hand around your clothed cunt, pushing up and down on his hand to provide a wider surface area of warmth and friction.

“A lot needy tonight…babe,” you correct him.

~*~

When you migrate to the bedroom, Sackler is on you like an animal. This is his usual modus operandi – he does everything he possibly can to trigger your reprimands, your slaps, your warnings. It’s partly to see what he can get away with before you tighten the leash (metaphorical but sometimes literal) and partly because seeing you riled up turns him on so much.

Right now he’s got you bent over the bed, cheek smashed to the mattress, legs spread, ass out, as he grips and pinches and squeezes the curves of your body.

“I’ve been thinking of you all fuuuhhking day, baby.” His voice is gruff to go along with the handfuls he grabs of your ass.

“I thought you were thinking about food all day,” you manage to tease, despite the fact that his hands feel like heaven.

“Yeah but like when I went shopping for example.” He flips you over then and you squeal in surprise. Your back hits the bed but your legs remain dangling off. Adam steps between them and drops the weight of his whole upper body on you, effectively smothering you. “I just kept wishing you were there with me.”

Your stomach flips and your heart flutters, not expecting that sweet a statement. You also register your cunt getting wetter.

Oh.

So that’s the mood you’re in.

“You wished I was there?” you ask quietly.

“Of course,” Adam replies, tucking some of your hair gently behind your ear. “I imagined fucking you up against the inside of the freezer section so we could leave obscene handprints on the doors and freak people out.”

You whack him in the head in response, which is exactly what he’s going for. He picks you up and throws you unceremoniously more fully on the bed before climbing on as well and crawling up the length of your body.

“You’re an asshole, Adam.”

“I thought that was your favorite part about me.” He waggles his eyebrows at you. Out of spite – and lust – you reach between you and grab his dick through his jeans.

“No, this is my favorite part about you.”

Adam throws his body to the side, locking his arms around you in a roll that roughly brings you to rest on his chest while his back hits the bed.

“Now you’re talking, baby.” His mouth latches hungrily to your neck and his hands take forceful hold of your breasts. Beneath you Sackler begins rolling his hips, thrusting his hardening cock up into your pelvic area.

The aggression and the friction feel good, you can’t lie. But you can’t ignore the nagging feeling of disappointment lingering right at the corner of your mind.

“Adam,” you prompt. He doesn’t pause in his ministrations. He’s still playing the game. At this point you’re usually just getting started and, being the brat he is, he never actually listens to you this early. It would ruin his fun. No, instead Adam continues to nibble at your collar bone and untuck your shirt.

“Adam – slow down, please.”

The please comes out muffled because it occurs right as he tries to pull your shirt over your head, effectively covering your face.

“Are you trying to say something?” Adam asks with a chuckle, purposefully keeping the shirt tangled up in your arms and swathed over your head. “I can’t hear you.”

You wrestle your way out of his grip and the shirt straight jacket he’d fashioned, irritated but unable to suppress your own laugh.

“That’s not funny, asshole.”

“Again with the asshole.” Adam rises up to a sitting position with you still straddling him, moving to place soft kisses on your now-exposed chest. “Might I point out that you are laughing. I would argue that means it is funny.”

Adam deftly unhooks your bra and continues to drop open mouth kisses on a path that leads him up your throat. His softer actions cause you to roll your hips lightly, your eyes closing with the mounting satisfaction.

“Mmm haven’t I already taught you that you shouldn’t argue with me? You’ll never win,” you reply quietly, tone of voice matching the softness and heat that’s building between your bodies.

In quite a juxtaposition, Sackler growls and bucks roughly up into you, a motion you’re not prepared for and one which throws you off balance.

“We’ll see who wins, baby.” His mouth descends on you and it’s like he’s trying to suck your very soul between his lips. Like he wants to swallow you whole and usually? Usually this kind of thing would rev your engine and make you want to fight for control. But today your body is craving something different.

And you’re not about to deny it what it wants.

You press your palms down on Sackler’s chest, pushing down and pulling back with enough pressure that he finally releases your lips. His chest heaves up and down and he moves to kiss you elsewhere but you grab his jaw.

“Easy tiger. Easy.” Your fingers curl down and around his throat delicately. You’re not squeezing and you’re not gripping, but his eyes are wide and fixed on you. You hold him down with your gaze as much as your hand and, without breaking eye contact, you lower yourself slowly, slowly, slowly, to press a kiss to his flushed lips.

“We’re going to take things slower tonight.”

“Slower? But why!” Sackler moves to sit up again, but you push him back down, this time more firmly.

“Because I say so,” you answer bluntly. Sackler goes to talk back, defiance dancing in his eyes, but you speak up before he can interject.

“Because I need this.”

Your assertive tone comes out less firm and more genuine this time, allowing some of your vulnerability leak through despite your intentions. You watch Adam react, however, and you’re pleased to see his eyes soften.

“What do you want me to do, baby? Tell me.”

You mull this over from your perch above him, straddling his hips and looking down at his still clothed body. Swinging your leg up and over, you dismount him, much to Adam’s displeasure, as expressed with a groan. You, however, stand resolutely at the side of the bed and fold your arms.

“I’d like you to get up and take every piece of clothing off – slowly.”

“You mean like a strip tease?” he asks with a crooked grin, lumbering off the bed. You hop back on and settle down so that your back is now reclining against the pillows comfortably.

“You don’t have to make it sound so crass but sure. Like a strip tease.”

Adam takes a cheesy bow before pulling his shirt of by the back collar.

“Woah woah woah, I said slowly, mister.”

Adam huffs in agitation but does as you ask, dropping the collar and lifting the front hem of his shirt inch by inch, slowly exposing the abdominal muscles which, let’s face it, make you want to drool. You eye him like a piece of meat and without a trace of shame as he finally discards the garment.

“I hope you’re enjoying this,” he grumbles, but you see the amusement in his eyes.

“Oh I am, baby. Trust me.”

The show continues until his boxers ultimately join the pile that has accumulated at his feet. The slow clap you give him as you eye his stiff cock makes him let out a strained laugh.

“Now you,” he says through gritted teeth. You can tell he wants to stroke his cock, but you haven’t told him he can yet. And since you’ve changed the game on him, he feels less comfortable bending the rules.

“Can you come over and take my clothes off for me?” you ask through hooded eyes. He clambers onto the bed and you touch his shoulder as a reminder. “Slowly.”

Adam nods and reaches to unbutton your pants before pulling them slowly down your legs, hooking his fingers beneath your panties to bring them along, too. Having already been divested of your shirt and bra, the job is short and sweet.

You crook your finger in a come hither motion toward him, ushering him to move up to you, which he does. You settle deeper down into the pillows and he hovers above you, uncertain.

“What now?”

You pull him down by the back of the neck into a kiss. Your tongue encourages his to move, which it does. He takes his cues from you and the kiss morphs from sweet to sensual. When a strangled groan bubbles in the back of his throat you push him to sit up in order to bring things back down to the pace you’d worked so hard to establish.

“Now, I’d like you to drag two fingers through my cunt. Get them nice and wet.”

Adam inhales sharply and moves his arm quickly at first before catching himself and bringing his hand calmly between your legs. You let them fall open and sigh happily at the feeling of his fingers running up and down your dripping slit.

“You’re so wet and we’ve barely done anything,” Adam comments, awed.

“That’s how bad I want you like this.”

“Baby…” Adam practically whines. You can see his muscles tensing as his patience wears thinner.

“I know, honey,” you purr. “Now I want you to take your hand and stroke your big, fat cock for me.”

Adam inhales sharply again, but he doesn’t forget this time. This time his hand drags slowly from your cunt, trailing your slick over your thigh and up onto his in a path to his own cock, which he smears with the remaining juice.

“Oh fuck, I can’t take it slow for much longer.”

“Yes. You can.” You tease your own nipple now as you watch Adam’s hand close around the glistening, throbbing head. His muscles ripple beneath the skin of his abdomen and your cunt clenches.

“I saw that.”

Your wrench your eyes away from his cock to meet his eyes.

“Saw what?”

“Saw your little pussy squeeze around nothing.”

“Yes, it did.” You’re not about to deny it. Instead, you move the hand not playing with your nipple so that it comes to rest on your mound, fingers dipping down to feel your own wetness.

“Holy shit.”

His cock twitches in his hand and he comes to lean lower over you, bracing himself with one hand against the mattress next to your body as he picks up the pace on his cock. The shuck shuck shuck sound of his fist passing over his length makes your breath quicken and you push two fingers inside you, placing your thumb on your clit and beginning a rhythm of tight circles.

“Oh god, do you hear that?” Adam moans as your cunt begins making squelching sounds with your efforts. “That’s your little pussy telling me it needs me.”

“Mmm it talks to you?” you ask, trying not to think of how ridiculous this is and lose your concentration too much.

“Yes. It’s saying your fingers are two fucking small. It needs to be stuffed. With my fingers, with my cock -”

“Adam.” You interrupt him abruptly by grabbing the back of his neck and forcing him to look you in the eyes. He zips up and waits for you to say something but you don’t. Instead you maintain the eye contact and continue move your fingers in and out of your cunt. Though you won’t agree with him right now, Adam’s right. Your fingers are too small. But the in and out motion, combined with the pressure you are putting on your clit, combined with the way the bed shakes with the effort Adam is taking to jerk himself slowly but strongly, combined with the way he is now devouring you with his eyes – it all still feels pretty fucking good.

Adam’s breath becomes more ragged and the sound makes you let out an involuntary moan. Fuck you love hearing him react. You decide you might as well let him know. It’s already the tone of the evening.

“I love hearing you.”

“I was just about to say the fucking same about you. You’re the one who just moaned, though,” Adam says, letting out a breathless chuckle.

“Yeah but I like it all. I like when your breathing is all ragged like right now. I love it when you groan and growl. When you moan and it sounds like it’s coming from deep inside of you.”

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, and you laugh.

“I like it when you curse, too. I love that filth spills from your brain and you don’t bother – oh! You don’t bother stopping it from falling out of your mouth.”

“You’re the inspiration for the filth, kid, I can’t take all the credit.”

You feel your heart stutter in your chest then and you drag your finger over your clit slower. Harder.

“I like it when you call me kid. You haven’t called me that in a while.”

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry, kid,” Adam’s face scrunches and you’re not sure if it’s out of guilt or because of the way his hand his now wringing his cock, twisting at the end of each stroke in a sad rendition of the technique you use when you jerk him off. “I didn’t know you liked it so much.”

“I do.”

“I’ll call you that more often.”

“Good.”

You both are breathing heavily now, a light layer of sweat covering skin that aches to be touched by the other. Your eyelids flutter and you try to keep your sight focused on Adam’s face. You’re feeling your inhibitions leave you as the pressure inside your core mounts, loosened up by the warmth of his breath on your cheeks and the way you’re speaking so openly to him. You decide you might as well continue.

“I also like it when you’re sweet to me.”

Adam falters at that, his hand coming to an abrupt stop on his cock. He blinks down at you.

“I am sweet to you.”

His voice sounds hurt and you bristle, wanting to take the words back.

“You are sweet to me. You are, Adam,” you reassure, grasping his arm. He remains still, watching you. You feel weird continuing to finger yourself, but your so close you are afraid to lose your momentum. “You’re always everything I want. And most times I want to be thrown around and I want to yell and stuff. It’s just sometimes…”

You trail off, but you don’t need to continue because Adam is kissing you. A slow, deep kiss. Lips moving against lips, tongue moving against tongue. His hands find your face and hold you softly, keeping you against him, leaving his cock to bob freely against your stomach. Your fingers abandon your cunt as well and you wrap around Adam, arms and legs both, pulling him down into you.

When Adam finally pulls back, his face no longer looks hurt.

“I can be whatever you want. Let me be what you want.” He kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then the curve of your jaw.

“I want you inside of me,” you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

When he slides in, you don’t have to remind him to go slow. You moan about your walls stretching and he moans about the way you squeeze so tightly around his cock. Your sounds spur each other on and you rock against him, urging him to move.

He pulls out so far that only the tip remains nestled just inside your entrance. When he pushes back in, it feels like he’s pushing in for the first time of the night again. Your walls stretch to accommodate him and you clench instinctively around his length. The process repeats itself, over, and over, until you’re pretty much completely unraveled beneath him.

All the while Adam rains soft kisses on your face, neck, and breasts. Without a chaotic rhythm of thrusts to keep up with, he has the attention span to shower you with even more affection. The hoarse whispers in your ear are by far your favorite:

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“You feel so good, you take me so well it doesn’t make fucking sense.”

“Fuck, did you feel that? How tight you’re gripping my cock baby?”

“That’s it, yes make those fucking gorgeous sounds for me.”

It’s not exactly textbook “sweet,” but it’s Adam and it’s what you need. It’s Adam giving you what you need.

You reach down at some point to rub your clit, working yourself up to the edge, but Adam pulls your hand away so his can replace it.

“Not on my fucking watch,” he mutters gruffly. A laugh bubbles in your throat but it bursts into a moan as the dam breaks and you fall apart, crying out his name over and over in the process.

“Yes, baby, yes. Ride it out – fuck you’re hot when you cum.”

You fight to catch your breath and you gaze back up at Adam through the stars in your eyes. The resulting effect makes him both blurry and sparkly in your vision and your muscles continue to contract around his massive cock, which he’s been kind enough to keep stuffed inside you for you to lock onto.

As your muscles begin to relax you blink away the stars and allow a smile of the deepest, most well-fucked satisfaction to slide across your face. Adam watches and his smile matches, though there is still some tightness in his features due to the fact that he is still achingly hard.

“Adam, that was…” you try to catch your breath. “That was…thanks. I needed that.”

When Adam meets your lips for a kiss, however, you yank tightly on the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Now I want you to take what you need,” you say louder. “I want you to cum.”

With your permission, Adam doesn’t need more than a second to switch gears. He lifts your legs straight into the air against his shoulders, bending you into a right angle that becomes more and more acute with each passing second. His cock pounds in and out of your dripping pussy, your slick sliding between your thighs and making the fucking smooth and wet and oh so fucking good for him.

“I still like being sweet to you,” he says through gritted teeth, his thrusting becoming more erratic.

“I know you do, baby,” you hiccup out.

“But fuck! Do I love pounding this pussy.”

You laugh and he cums. All over you. He pulls out, dropping your legs down, and it spurts hot over your stomach and tits. It’s messy but he’s satisfied and you’re satisfied and fuck it, that’s what towels are for.

Once he’s gotten you nice and wiped up again, Adam pulls you to him in the bed, wrapping his arms around you tightly and giving you no room to move away. Not that you’d want to move. Why would you when you can lay here in this bed, tangled up in the man that wrung pleasure from your body and laughter from your lips.

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[megan-is-mia]

Since Rook's SSR is coming soon, can i request nsfw for him with manipulative yandere prompt 8? Also with hunter and prey stuff?

8. “You’ll be safe as long as you stay with me.” (Yandere! Rook Hunt x Fem! Reader) (WARNING NFSW AND NON-CON AHEAD) She should have felt honored to be invited. Night Raven College’s Fall Ball was only for 3rd years and honor-roll 2nd years. So there should have been no reason for (Y/n) to find herself at the prestigious event. Yet for some reason that she could not figure, the Pomefiore vice-dorm leader Rook Hunt had asked her to be his date. She should have refused and if she’d known what would happen she would have. Instead she’d been so flummoxed that the older boy had asked her, that she simply accepted his proposal. Now she was here, at a party where she could not recognize a single face. Not even her own face looked like hers under all the make-up that had been caked upon it. The petticoat under her dress itched and her shoes felt too tight. This night was turning out to be miserable and worst of all Rook seemed unaware of her plight. The blonde seemed to only be focused on the gayety of the event and couldn’t stop smiling like a Cheshire Cat. It wasn’t until (Y/n) squeezed his arm tightly that he seemed to remember she was accompanying him at this gathering. “Where are my manners? I shouldn’t let my mind and eye wander so when I have such a lovely thing on my arm” Rook said directing his gaze on (Y/n) and grinning. “Would you honor me with a dance Mademoiselle?” he said already pulling (Y/n) towards the dance floor regardless of her answer. Mercifully the music was a slow waltz, allowing (Y/n) to simply sway to the beat as Rook’s hand rested on her waist to guide her. In another situation it might have felt romantic but all (Y/n) could think about was how she must have stuck out compared to the other students. Her thoughts were interrupted by Rook’s arm suddenly tightening and pressing her flush against his chest making her forehead bump against his collarbone. (Y/n) went stiff as a board at this move, hardly breathing for the risk of breathing in the blonde’s cologne. Regaining control over her limbs at last, (Y/n) abruptly shoved at Rook’s chest to escape his grip and scampered out of the ballroom with many judging eyes on her fleeing figure. Wandering down the hallway to the bathroom she slipped inside and collapsed against the sink. Staring at her made-up reflection (Y/n) frowned and began frantically scrubbing away at her face. Using a combination of water from the sink and paper towels she was able to clean her face of most the makeup. Sure her skin was rubbed raw in a few spots but she felt like herself again and smiled weakly. Stepping out of her itchy petticoat and tight shoes brought a bigger smile to her face and a deep sigh of relief left her lips. After a few more minutes of collecting herself in the bathroom went by before she stepped back into the hallway and received a nasty surprise. “I thought you might do that” Rook said from his spot leaning against the opposite wall of the hallway to the bathroom. “Sorry for overwhelming you, why don’t we get you home (Y/n)” he added standing straight and offering his arm to the girl. “I can get back to (F/d) on my own thanks” (Y/n) said shaking her head and trying to put her foot down on the third-year’s offer. Ignoring her words, Rook took her hand anyways and began walking to the building’s exit. “Nonsense, it’d be bad behavior for a gentleman like myself to let my date walk home alone” Rook said cheerfully giving (Y/n)’s hand a squeeze as they walked. (Y/n) let out a defeated sigh and resigned herself to enduring the blonde’s presence for a little longer. They walked in silence until the girl had an abrupt revelation. “Hey this isn’t the way to (F/d)... where are we going Hunt?” (Y/n) said mildly perplexed and tried to pull from Rook whose grip became iron as she tried to move. “I’m not kidding let go of me! Where are you taking me!” (Y/n) said continuing to struggle frantically. The boy’s grip remained unforgiving as he came to a sudden stop. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been watch you (Y/n)?” Room said quietly as he gazed down at the girl. “I’ve been very patient you know, an entire year of being patient and climbing the ranks so I could invite you to the Ball without interference. And now I intend to take you back to Pomefiore so we can finish our first date with a bang” he continued with a low-pitched chuckle, the double meaning of his final sentence obvious to the frightened girl. “However since I am a gentleman, I will give you a chance to refuse. If you can make it across the forest back to your dorm without being caught I’ll leave you alone, forever if you so choose” Rook said lightly. “However if I catch you, I get to take you back to Pomefiore, and you’ll transfer out of (F/d) come tomorrow” he added squeezing her hand again. “Although if you give up now and come back to my dorm willingly I might be willing to let you stay in (F/d) instead of transferring to Pomefiore. The choice is yours” Rook went on with a grin as he wrapped a hand around (Y/n)’s waist. Without a moment’s hesitation, (Y/n) wriggled away from the blonde and started running cursing the fact her shoes had been left at the dance hall. “Ah, so you intent to try and make a break for it? Wonderful I love a good hunt” Rook called out after her. He did not immediately give chase, afterall it was more fun when his prey thought they stood a chance of outwitting a hunter like him. After a long moment he sprang into action with an excited grin on his face. For a long time the only sound (Y/n could hear was the sound of her own thumping heart and twigs cracking under her feet. But here was another sound barely acknowledged by her frightened a whizzing sound that turned out to be crossbow bolts flying by her head before becoming embedded in nearby trees. Rook wasn’t just hunting her in a metaphoric sense she suddenly realized, he had magicked up a crossbow and was legitimately trying to hunt her. Another bolt went flying and there was an abrupt rush of pain in (Y/n)’s leg as the projectile lodged into her flesh. The girl toppled over, the bolt having hit a vital spot that made her helpless as the hunter drew closer. “Oh (Y/n) how I do hate to see you cry” Rook drawled lowering his crossbow before returning it to its holster on his back . “But don’t you see? You’ll be safe as long as you stay with me, just let me take care of you and everything will be fine” he went on scooping (Y/n) up and cradling her her in his arms as they made their way out of the forest and up the front stairs to Pomefiore then inside. (Y/n) was in too much pain to fight back as Rook set her on his bed and retrieved a first aid kit to treat her wounded leg. However once he was finished patching her up, his grip did not loosen on her leg. In fact he began kissing up the length of it to the top of her thigh under her dress. “Now will I have to rip this pretty dress of yours up or will you take it off willingly for me?” Rook cooed resting his cheek on (Y/n)’s thigh and grinning up at her. Reluctantly the girl reached back behind her to try and undo the buttons of the dress but her fingers shook to much to achieve anything. “I can’t get the buttons to cooperate!” (Y/n) squeaked out fearful that Rook would take her actions as resistance and destroy the dress. However he only smiled again and sat up reaching around to undo the buttons without looking. As the dress fell off (Y/n)’s shoulder and came to rest around her waist Rook buried his head between her breasts. “Naughty girl, not wearing a bra to such a classy event” Rook purred kissing the skin between her boobs almost reverently. “I’m thankful you didn’t go commando too, I don’t think I could stand the knowledge of all those people seeing you without underpants” he went on continuing to pepper kisses against her skin. “It wasn’t like that! The dress had a built-in-bra! I’m not that kind of girl!” (Y/n) protested trying to weakly push Rook away her cheeks flushed a vibrant pink. The blonde ignored her good-naturedly as he lifted her hips up to slide the dress down to her thighs and then off onto the floor. “Of course you’re not, you’re my kind of girl is what you are” Rook said looking down hungrily at the panties concealing (Y/n)’s last shred of decency and licked his lips. However he restrained himself and underdressed himself down to only his undergarments as well. He noticed with satisfaction that (Y/n)’s eyes couldn’t help being attracted to the bulge in his boxers. Rook hooked a finger under the waistband of (Y/n)’s panties dragging them down her legs as his mouth latched onto one of her tits and he sucked. The hand that had removed her underwear returned to poke and prod at her cunt to loosen her up for his cock. The other hand took up residency on her other breast pinching and teasing it relentlessly. (Y/n) tried to keep her voice down, not wanting to have anyone find out she was here and humiliate her further. Unwillingly she began bucking her hips down on Rook’s finger as it was joined by the rest of his fingers as he stretched her carefully. Once her muscles had mostly relaxed he pulled his hand free to discard his boxers and used her fluids to lube up his cock before he lined himself up to thrust into her. “Try to breath for me (Y/n) and stay relaxed this will only hurt as much as you make it” Rook drawled as he began to sink into her pussy with a low groan. Almost immediately she tensed up against him before going limp and allowing him further entry. The blonde pressed kisses to her cheeks and lips in an effort to keep her distracted from the pain until he bottomed out in her. Rook’s thrusts were slow and steady forcing (Y/n) to feel every minuet sensation of the experience. At first her hands were clenched into fists and her nails dug into her palms as she twitched in agonizing pleasure until Rook forced her hands open. Placing one on his back and holding the other with his own he grinned down at her. “If you’re so determined to dig your nails into something why don’t you try me hmm?” Rook purred, his thrusts picking up speed a little but remaining steady and pleasure giving. Obediently (Y/n) dug her nails into the male’s flesh making a painful spike of pleasure go through his system goading him into speeding up again until the bed was shaking beneath them.

To her credit (Y/n) remained quiet through the whole endevour even as her head lolled back and her mouth hung wide as an orgasm rolled over her and was soon followed by Rook’s cum filling her as he came as well. The blonde pulled out of her and cleaned the both of them up before slipping under the covers with her held close to his chest. “Of all the beautiful creatures I’ve hunted you are the most satisfying catch I’ve ever had. I can’t wait to show you off to my dormmates tomorrow at breakfast” Rook said sleepily as he nuzzled the back of (Y/n)’s neck and drifted off to sleep. The girl did not find rest until well after midnight when her eyelids finally fell shut and she had peace for a few hours... THE END

[marvelhead17]

Miracle (Original Female Character x Cable)

Chapter 26

Summary: “How did you fix it?” he asked. “Ask Ellen the Teenage Warhead,” Wade shrugged as he stood up, “As for baby Hitler he ended up having a diaper change, funny story I was actually going to call Cable since he was so keen on killing Russel, I thought this would be like taking candy from a baby, if that means replacing it with a bullet that is,”

Warnings to cover the whole fic: Graphic depictions of violence, use of weapons, mild to strong language, mentions of rape, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, referenced torture and psychological abuse/manipulation, nightmares and night terrors, sexual humour, sexual content.

Word count:  2k

Several weeks later

“I’m sorry I’m supposed to do what now?” Hayden looked at Wade.

“You’re going to be a stripper, we need someone undercover and the guy might recognise Domino’s face-”

“And he won’t recognise mine, after I was on the news two months ago for killing my own father and brother?”

��Well no because-”

“Oh I’d love to hear this,” she crossed her arms and stared him down.

“I’ve heard that the guy has a kink for curvier ladies-”

“Excuse me?” she took a step closer to Wade and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling his face closer to her much angrier one.

“I um- ah,” he faltered.

“That’s what I thought,” she let him go and crossed her arms once again, “I’m not doing this, not a chance in hell,”

                                                         * * *

 “I don’t know how I got roped into this stupid idea,” she said irritably.

“Honestly, I don’t know either,” Nathan said, “Somehow his jabbering seemed to make sense to you in between all the bullshit,” he shook his head.

“Apparently,” she looked over all the shoes that were placed before her, “Wade, tell me again why you have so many pairs of heels?”

“Oh- like you don’t?” he asked with his hands on his hips.

“If you knew me at all, which you do, you know very well that I don’t own a single damned pair of these torture devices,” she picked up a pair of bright pink five inch platform heels, “What the hell do you use these for anyway?”

“That sounds like something we don’t want to know,” Nathan frowned.

“Oh please, they look great on me, I needed them for undercover marks, and they make for surprisingly good weapons if need be,” he added, “Those ones you’re holding right now pierced a man’s throat very well,”

“Oh, God, alright,” she put them back on the table and Nathan’s nose crinkled in disgust. “Aside from the fact that you’re weirdly the same shoe size as me… Do I really have to wear any of these?”

  “God, stop being such a baby sis, you’re playing the part of stripper not the Virgin Mary here,” his voice was muffled as he dug through his walk-in closet looking for something.

“You would know, since your girlfriend was one,”

“Hey,” Wade warned while pointing a finger, “That’s uncalled for,”

“What, she only did that so she didn’t have to be a hooker anymo-”

“Enough! I know you’re trying to trigger me on purpose,” Wade raised his hands and breathed several breaths in and out, “And I’ll not be having it. You’re doing this whether you want to or not,”

“Fine,” she stretched the word out in a big sigh.

“Now I think you should either wear these silver ones,” he lifted the pair of heels in the air, “Or the gold maybe?” he tilted his head. “Oh but there’re also the black ones or the blue ones that would match the outfit perfectly-”

“You already have an outfit for me to wear?” she looked at him with wide eyes.

“Of course silly,” he waved his hand in the air as if to say that it was a stupid question for her to ask.

“Well I mean I thought that was for the manager to decide or whatever,”

“Well according to your resume you are a professional! And I bet that’ll make the manager open to whatever you decide- or else you’re outta there,” Wade grinned, “It’s the perfect plan.”

“If you don’t say so yourself,” she scoffed.

                          “Now enough talking, we don’t have all the time in the world,” he placed the four pairs of shoes on the floor in front of her, “You’re trying these all on,”

“God, fine,” she took off her comfortable sneakers and looked between the shoes deciding which pair to try on first.

“Socks,” Wade tutted with a wagging finger, she rolled her eyes and took them off as well.

She chose the black shoes and Wade moved a chair over for her to sit on so that she could slip them on with more ease, she moved her feet to see how they looked on her.

“Do they all have to be this high?” she asked biting her lip subtly.

“Yes,” Wade sighed and rolled his eyes, “C’mon stand up and walk,” he grabbed under her arms to pull her out from the chair.

“Alright, alright Jesus,” she smacked his hands away and she stood still in the spot. “Uh,”

Wade whispered loudly, “This is the part where you start walking,”

“Shut up- I know that,”

“Cable, go stand on that side of the room so she can walk to you, I can see she’s a beginner at this,” Nathan nodded and moved to the opposite end of the room.

“Excuse me?” she huffed.

“Walk,” Wade instructed after giving her a light shove.

  “Fuck off,” she muttered as she nearly fell over and Nathan chuckled.

“Give her a chance Wade,” he said as she began walking forward and steadied herself without wobbling over too much.

“I am- now go forth little bird and fly- well walk, shit- can I never get my metaphors straight?” Wade said.

She was halfway across the room at this point, slowly getting used to the pressure on her toes as she tried to maintain her balance.

“You can get them about as straight as your dick, which is never,” Hayden smirked before moving her foot forward, this time she made a wrong step and the heel of the shoe slid across the floor.

  She toppled to the side and hadn’t even reacted before she hit something firm with her head, a pair of arms were wrapped around her and her torso, and she looked up to see the familiar eyes of Nathan looking down at her.

“Karma is a bitch, just like you are,” Wade taunted and stuck his tongue out blowing her a raspberry.

“The hell did you just call me?” she asked standing upright again with a bit of help from Nathan, she was now at eye level with him thanks to the heels. “That’s it I’m going to kick your ass,” she darted towards him and effortlessly caught him in a chokehold. “Call me a bitch again, I dare you.”

“Hey! Would you two cut it out,” Nathan said irritably raising his hands between the two of them, he looked at Hayden, “Hades- you realise you just ran in those shoes without tripping over right?”

  “He’s right,” Wade said trying to loosen her grip.

“He might be right but you still called me a bitch,” she let him go and he fell on the ground, he rolled over so that he could stand up again, but she put her heeled foot on his chest and pushed him down.

“You’re really turning me on right now,” he groaned.

Nathan noted the firm muscles that were at work in this position, he had to take a good second to bring himself back to reality; and he agreed with Wade, inwardly of course, she was very much turning him on right now with her aggressiveness yet femininity in her actions and heels.

“God, ew,” she moved her foot and nudged him hard in the ribs, “Filter on,”

“Filters are for pussies,” he retorted, Nathan chuckled at them.

“You two are something else, really,” he shook his head.

                                                        * * *

                      “Haydes, can you hear me?” Wade spoke over the earpiece; he was hiding in the back alleyway.

“Loud and clear,” she spoke through the earpiece.

“Alright, no pressure, but this is our one shot to get this guy away from his unholy body guards,”

“Relax; I’ve got this covered,”

“Man I wish I could be in the audience,”

“Keep talking, I’ve already got several ideas of how I’m going to hurt you when we’re done here, I’ll just keep adding to the list,”

“Fine, but Cable,” his tone went serious and they waited for him to continue between his dramatic pause, “Tell me every detail that you get to see in there,”

“Wade,”

“Alright I’m shutting up,”

                        Nathan rolled his eyes and looked around the room that he was currently seated in; plenty of men older than him were sitting close to the stage, lit cigars in hand and wearing fancy Italian suits and gold jewellery. He wasn’t keen on sitting in a room full of horny old men, nor was he keen on having to watch Hayden in case something went wrong.

Of course he didn’t mind trying to keep her safe, it was more so the factor of her stripping down to god knows what, for the purpose of getting the attention of just one of these creeps, who happened to be seated just a seat away from him. He was the youngest man in the room, and possibly the richest as well, with two huge body guards seated on either side of him.

Nathan swallowed at the thought of the possibility of seeing her naked again, this time it wouldn’t be some freak accident of her clothes burning into nothing, she would willingly be removing her clothes in front of him.

He shook his head, stop that, he told himself.

   “Gentlemen, please welcome our next performance- Evette, the Temptress,” the manager’s voice announced over the speakers.

  Here we go. Nathan thought to himself, he was a bit more on edge for the fact that he had no idea what he was about to see, Wade had insisted that in order to fit in with the others he had to be surprised by what she was wearing otherwise he might arouse suspicion.

 “Show time,” Wade said chuck ling.

“Shut up Wade,” Hayden mumbled.

 The curtains parted and old-time jam music began playing, panic rose in his chest but he relaxed when he saw that Hayden was fully clothed. She wore a long coat, gloves and the deep blue heels that Wade had given to her.

                        She gracefully walked around the stage as if parading herself, before she turned to face the audience and slowly unbuttoned the beige coat she wore and then slid it over her shoulders so that it landed on the floor, she kicked it aside and gave them a sexy smile.

Her outfit of a navy blue mini skirt with a white blouse that had a miniature blue bowtie to match was now revealed, her hair was tied back in a formal bun, she grabbed the pole that was in the centre of the stage and swung with one arm around it before coming to a stop and then using her free hand to undo her hair and tossing the hair band aside.

 The audience and music seemed to drown out as Nathan watched her performance, as if he and Hayden were the only people in the room.

 Her brunette locks cascaded down just passed her shoulders and she playfully brushed her hair before winking, she put her right finger in her mouth and bit gently down so that the white glove stayed in its place as she pulled her hand away. The glove stayed in her teeth and she took it out with the same hand, before repeating the action with her left hand. She tossed the gloves in the direction of the coat.

 Nathan glanced out the side of his eye and noticed that the young man was staring at Hayden with piqued interest; he felt heat in his chest but returned his attention to Hayden rather. Not that it calmed him down in any way.

 She undid the blouse she was wearing slowly and every eye was on her, then she loosened the bowtie and threw it to the crowd, it landed on a gawking older man’s lap. She then stripped the blouse off and threw it at their target; he gave a smirk and eyed her figure that was now half naked in front of them.

The silver diamante studded bra with flecks of sapphire shimmered in the lighting. She gave a little turn before playing with the edging of her skirt and teasing it up her thigh, she undid the zip on the side and it fell to the floor revealing a matching underwear.

 Thank God Wade isn’t here right now. Nathan thought as he gulped at her figure.

 She was curvy as Wade had said, her thighs were thick but muscular, and as she turned to face the pole he noticed how round her ass was and that she was actually wearing a thong that showed a lot more skin than what he had expected. He barely glimpsed the young man next to him saying something to one of his guards, who nodded and got up and disappeared, as he was so distracted.

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