#also could be m/f m/m or f/f like any pairing(s) and any mix of them

[honeybraiins]

freezing my ass off today makes me want a winter plot. and i would die for a mini mumu with a plot based on the holiday where our two muses do a home exchange and fall in love with people they meet there. we can figure out two subplots for the two ships that we'll be writing. thinking about spending the holidays together, and the subsequent question of what happens when they go home. and figure out a dynamic between the two swapping homes. do they know each other? have they only talked online before, and are developing their own platonic relationship through text and through living in each other's space? it would just be fun and i want it.

[monamipencil]

── (𝗦)𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 ! ft. mingyu

⛧ synopsis; you like to scare your fuckbuddy as much as you like to hide your feelings from him. — first fic of lola's spooktober

⛧ pairings; fuckbuddy! mingyu x fem! reader ⛧ genre; smut, fluff, humor, fwbs to lovers ⛧ w.c; 3.7k+ ⛧ warnings; mentions of blood (not involved in smut and not too gory), mentions of food, brat taming, spanking, unprotected sex, MINGYU IN A CROP TOP, oral (m. & f. receiving), (s)creaming (duh), rough sex, creampie, reader can be picked up, jealousy, they're both emotionally constipated, i'm sorry to all emilys lmao, reader is TERRIFIED of feelings (that's the horror) ⛧ a/n; oh my god, one fic is finished. 12 more to go 💀 hope you guys like this lmao

ring, ring. ring, ring.

mingyu casts a glance towards the telephone, still continuing to chop up the vegetables.

“fuck!” mingyu yelps, quickly retrieving his left hand from the cutting board. a drop of blood trickles down his hand from the fresh cut. he mutters another curse and runs some water on his hand.

ring, ring.

with a roll of his eyes, he turns off the tap and moves to pick up the call. “hello?” he mutters, observing his wound.

he frowns into the receiver when the line stays silent. he sucks on the cut, more preoccupied with it than whoever the caller was. he waits a couple of seconds before hanging up.

a pair of hands push his back, causing him to turn around. he screams, finding a figure clad in a black robe and a mask with a knife. he crouches and covers himself, trembling with fear. as if that'd prevent him from getting murdered.

you grow soft, immediately regretting your decision to prank him. you take off the mask, and discard it along with the knife. you stretch your hand to touch him, to let him know that it's just you.

and now, you're pinned to the countertop, hands tied behind. the cold tile digs into your back and you watch as mingyu's face contorts from anger to confusion to relief and finally disappointment.

laughter pours from your lips, filling the walls of his apartment. the gentle hum of the heater mixes with the light pitter-patter of the raindrops on the window panes. yellow leaves sway through the wind, fluttering through the sky.

summer fades into autumn, settling for a melancholic disposition instead of the cheery spirit. your relationship with mingyu also changes along with the seasons.

though you agreed for a no-strings-attached relationship, it was impossible to control your feelings. falling in love with mingyu was inevitable and maybe it was obvious too. but who would give up any chance to fuck the kim mingyu?

“god, you suck!”

he pouts, and frees your arms from his grip. his annoyed expression only prompts you to laugh more. he rolls his eyes but there's a smile on his lips. you place your hands on his waist—oh.

your fingers graze the bare skin of his abdomen, and you ogle him with a smirk. he adorns a white crop top with a pair of blue sweatpants. your eyes snap to his but he averts them. a shy smile graces his lips, a telltale sign that he's blushing.

you lean and whisper into his ears, “and you love it.”

he scoffs and you push him away but not before you pinch his waist. a yelp erupts from his throat and you jog away from him before he could return the favor.

the mask and the knife catch your eyes, prompting you to put them away somewhere else. and obviously, you make a show of bending over, knowing that he's watching. it doesn't take much to rile mingyu. a pair of low-hanging gray sweats and a short crop top is enough.

“you really wore that?” you see him take out his first aid box and he flashes you a glance before sorting through the box. “in this weather?”

“shit, what happened?” you ask, approaching him with worry as he peels a band aid. you click your tongue, observing the wound on his right forefinger. you help him stick the band aid, and scold him for his carelessness.

“don't dodge the question.”

“i'm not dodging shit,”

“you are.”

“talk to the hand!” you show him your hand and walk away, placing the mask and the fake knife in a safer place. you hear a scoff from his side and wiggle your butt in response.

“where'd you even get that?” his breath hits your neck and you freeze at the proximity. when the fuck did he even follow you?

“wh-what?” you muffle a gasp when he presses his boner against your ass. blood rushes to your cunt, and it throbs with need. soon, he's pressing his entire body weight on yours. he rests his head on your shoulders and his hands wander to the graze the skin of your stomach. goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

“i asked, where did you get that?” his tone sends a shiver down your spine, right to your core. “did you already go dumb?” he sneaks his hand past your sweats, toying with the waistband of your panties.

“bet you're wet too.” a low chuckle emits from him when you squeeze your thighs, affirming him.

“from the-the store next to our usual video store.” you whisper, voice barely audible. he hums, pulling away from you. your back feels cold, and you want to pull him back and glue yourself to him.

he turns you around in his embrace and grabs the mask. he slips it on, and tilts his head at you. you watch him do so, paralyzed in your place. next, he takes hold of the fake knife. a gasp leaves your lips when he snaps into two and discards it with a nonchalant shrug.

he takes off the mask, and tosses it somewhere. you see a sliver of what is lurking behind his brown irises. and it makes you throb all the harder. your arousal drips down, sticking to your panties. heat licks your skin when he eyes you, as if you're a piece of meat, waiting to be devoured.

he snaps the waistband of your sweats and you flinch. “brat.” he hisses through his teeth, right into your ear. he nibbles on your earlobe, and sniffs you like a hound dog.

he pulls away from you, setting his dark eyes on your wide ones. your panties stick to your core like second skin. the cool tile of the counter is soothing against your sweltering skin. mingyu's scent invites you in, making your head dizzy.

he steps back again and you rush to fill the gap between you and him. a condescending chuckle resonates from his chest as he grabs hold of your hips, his nails digging into your soft skin. he leans down, sniffing your neck once again. this time, he traces your skin with his teeth.

the sensation makes goosebumps erupt all over your skin. then, he sinks his teeth in. sharp canines dig into your jugular, right into your vein. he doesn't release you, continuing to mark you his. and when the blood flows back to your heart, it will be poisoned with his essence and your heart will beat to the rhythm of his name.

once he's satisfied, he licks the mark. a proud smirk tugs at his lip as he observes his work. he meets your eyes, worried by your silence. but your glazed eyes and parted lips reassure him.

for the first time tonight, his lips meets yours. they're soft, warm and the taste of his chapstick greets your tongue when you lick his lips. he lets you in. your tongue glides over his in a warm, wet kiss.

hooking your arm around his neck, you pull him in closer. your right leg rides up, resting on his hips. his hand hooks beneath your other leg and he swiftly lifts you. you gasp into his mouth and he takes advantage of it, deepening the kiss.

mingyu is invasive. in the best way possible.

he loves exploring the crooks and nooks of your body. his curious hands and wide eyes flusters you always. his tongue traces the ridges of your teeth and the veins underneath your tongue. he plops you on the couch and moves to get rid of his crop top.

sweat glistens on his exposed abdomen. you're tempted to run your tongue on his abs, rake your nails on them and leave the prettiest marks on him. soon, the cloth falls on the ground, leaving mingyu in his half naked glory.

as much as you wish to kiss his abs and pecs, you know he wouldn't allow it. and you don't even want to consider the possibility of a punishment. though, it lights your skin aflame with excitement, you want to get this over with and get him inside you already.

he cards his hand through his hair and licks his lips, gazing down at you with his deep, dark eyes. your pussy throbs when you notice the huge bulge in his pants. you almost let out an embarrassing moan but you bite your lips, containing yourself.

mingyu is quick, tugging both your pants and underwear down in one go. but he does something you did not expect.

“but-but i didn't do anything!” you squeal as he bends you over his lap. his thick thighs are spread on the couch and you’re over his lap with your ass up. mingyu's large hand kneads your ass, preparing you for your ‘punishment.’

“mingyu, i didn't do shit. leav—”

a loud smack echoes through the walls of his apartment followed by a quick cry. you snatch a pillow from the couch and bite it to quieten your moans and cries.

“you don't want me to show skin in public but you can slut yourself out to everyone? huh?”

another spank. this time to your other cheek. you release the pillow frantically to give him an answer. but he shuts you down, “did i give permission to talk?”

you muffle your cries with the pillow again as he continues to spank you. you hate that you get so wet when he spanks you. and you also hate that he knows how much it turns you on. mingyu spreads your ass, fingers brushing your core to tease you.

you shiver as he ghosts his thumb over your core, whimpering like a bitch in heat. “oh fuck,” his deep timbre voice reaches you along with the wet noises of his fingers burying inside your pussy.

he pulls out, observing his slick-coated fingers. “god, you're so fucking wet.”

you moan into the pillow and turn your head to see him licking his fingers clean. you mistake his momentary distraction as the end of your punishment. you wiggle under his grip, trying to free yourself when he delivers another slap to your ass.

“don't remember telling that you can move.” he hisses, self-restraint dissolving as the time passes. he takes deep breaths, trying to control himself. trying not to split you open right then and there.

it's a lost cause though. all it takes is one look at your sopping cunt for him to break. he swiftly moves, settling you on the couch before he kneels on the floor. mingyu doesn't say anything, diving right away into your cunt.

he holds your legs apart, devouring you like a starved man. the sounds of his tongue meeting your cunt fills your ears, bringing you the utmost pleasure. he doesn't care to be neat and tidy. your arousal drips down his chin as he coats your pussy with his saliva.

his nose brushes against your clit, pleasuring you. he sucks and slurps at your hole, like a dog thirsting for water. he gives your cunt a few long licks before he occupies himself with your clit. his soft lips wrap around your clit, sucking it with fervor.

it overwhelms you and drives you to the edge. your legs tremble under his hold. though you know what's gonna happen, you stay wishful and moan. “'m gonna cum!”

mingyu can turn anything into a punishment. you regret saying the words when he stops and pulls away. he looks divine, you think. with your arousal coating his lips and chin, hair messed up and falling in front of his eyes. and of course, his eyes that hold an ancient hunger and lust.

you watch as he leans down and presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. soon after, his teeth sinks in. a breathy moan leaves you. the pressure of his teeth on your skin heightens your pleasure. he pulls away when he's satisfied and licks the mark.

“mm, i wanna cum, gyu.” your voice trembles as he ascends upon you. his brown eyes seem to have changed a shade darker and they swirl with an emotion that you can't pinpoint. but it's enough to send shivers down your spine.

“bad girls don't get to cum, remember?” terror settles in your bones, listening to his deep octave voice.

“but-but, mingyu—” before you finish your sentence, he throws you over his shoulders, landing a slap to your ass in the process. you yelp but let him have his way.

he moves to his bedroom, turning on the lights with one hand before he tosses you on the bed. he removes your top and does the same with his pants and boxers. he roughly manhandles you and it makes your cunt all wet and soppy again. he flips you on your fours and mounts on top of you. 

his warm chest presses against your back. you feel his heart beat on your back and yours beat in sync with his, a melody of aching and yearning. you've grown to love this position with mingyu. it's intimate but still gives you privacy to hide your feelings. it stops you from gutting yourself and giving him your beating heart.

you think if you were ever to rip your heart out and give it to him, it'd still beat. as long as he holds it, it will beat.

his cock grazes your inner thigh and you arch your back, making it easier for him. his tip grazes your clit as he positions himself. you grow needier as the seconds pass, wanting nothing but for him to fill you and spli— “shit, condom.”

“just—just fuck me!”

he doesn't listen, moving to grab a condom from his night table. he knows you like it raw, and that he's the only person to have fucked you raw too. exactly why he's wearing a condom—to punish you.

he tears the packet open with his teeth and pulls the condom out. mingyu pulls you to the edge of the bed, silently asking you to slip the condom on him. you oblige but with a pout and sad eyes.

you spit on his cock and rub it all over his length. pumping his cock a few times, you kiss the tip. the taste of his precum on your lips makes you forget what you were supposed to. instead, you wrap your lips around his tip, and suck him off.

“fuck,” he groans, losing himself in the warmth of your mouth. but he snaps out of it quickly, and pulls your lips off him. “did i ask you to do that?”

your pretty eyes staring up at him, makes it harder for him to hold his composure. your eyes are glossy and yearning swirls within your irises. your lips are swollen, coated with his precum and your spit.

a small smile decorates his lips when you pout and roll the condom on him. there's it again, the weird feeling in his chest. he presses his lips into a thin line, hiding his smile when your eyes dart to his face.

mingyu doesn't waste time and flips you over. you're bent over the edge of the bed, the soft duvet is cold against your burning skin. he uses one of his hands to pin your arms behind your back. the other guides his cock into your cunt.

it isn't a tough task to enter you, considering how wet your cunt is. he easily slides in, your gummy walls giving him a warm hug. you mewl and squirm as his length stretches you out. he takes a deep breath, trying to contain himself.

his other hand holds your hips, holding you down when he starts thrusting. he fucks you like an animal, hips meeting yours in a brutal pace. his balls hit your clit with every thrust, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

he lets go of your hands to grip you better. he stops for a moment, angling himself better. then he snaps his hips. your hands fly to grip the duvet as a string of curses fall from your lips. the new angle lets him graze your sweet spot and it renders your body trembling with pleasure.

your mind blanks, any rational thought leaves you as mingyu abuses your hole. his tip kisses your insides with a fervor you've grown familiar with. your arousal drips down your trembling thighs and you grip the sheet tighter.

broken moans rumble from your throat. and they only get louder with each of his thrusts. the neighbors would surely knock on the door, complaining about the noise but you can't find it in yourself to care. especially when they think that you're his girlfriend, it sets you aflame. the prospect of being considered ‘his’ seems both horrifying and relieving.

something in you snaps and you push him off you. you turn to face a confused mingyu and push him on the bed. you take off his condom and discard it before mounting his figure. he falls back when you push him lightly.

you straddle his hips, holding yourself up slightly to take him inside you. you guide his cock inside you. it spills with precum and twitches in your hold. he moans, feeling your warm walls envelop his cock without the rubber. you move slowly at first, then pick up your pace.

pretty moans spill from your lips. his cock is buried deep inside you as you ride him. you grind your hip on his, chasing some friction on your little nub. adrenaline pumps through your blood, and a lust haze takes over your mind.

you start bouncing on his cock, riding him with all the strength you've got. his hands grips your hip, nail-shaped imprints forming on it under pressure. you love and treasure all forms of marks he leaves on you. the hickeys, the handprints, the nail marks. even the ones he leaves on your soul, your heart and mind.

“oh, mingyu.” you whisper, mouth wide open as you suck in sharp breaths. you grind down on him, spreading the sticky mess of your slick over him. he groans in response, sitting up to help you move.

he makes you ride him, using his strength to maneuver your hips. his lips attach to one of your nipples, tongue flicking on the bud in a calculated move. then he sucks fervently, heightening your pleasure. you move your hips with more enthusiasm at that.

you don't think that there's any part of you that mingyu hasn't touched and set it aflame. heat licks your skin with his every movement. and you only wish for this to never end. you pull him closer and closer, till it isn't physically possible.

he switches to your other bud, soft lips wrapping around the sensitive nub. he wets the hardened nipple, swirling his tongue around it and biting it ever-so-lightly to provide you just the right amount of pleasure.

mingyu knows you. inside out. he knows where, how and when to touch you. he knows what breakfast you like, your comfort movies, your favorite season, the reason why you don't like emily from down the street (technically, making him dislike her too).

but it seems he's oblivious to your feelings. or maybe you've done a really good job at hiding them. because the other day, mingyu asked who was your favorite person, and you blurted out ‘you.’ to your relief (and dismay), he laughed it off. you were glad hearts couldn't speak, because if they did, yours would scream his name with every beat.

you slow down your movements, overwhelmed by the sudden surge of your feelings. you tap on his shoulders, letting him take control. he lays you down on the bed, hands on either side of your head as he positions himself.

to your surprise, he moves slowly. the stroke of his hip knocks the breath out of your lungs. the thrust is so soft, it brings tears to your eyes. he continues the same damned pace while holding eye contact with you.

you want to scream at him, push him away, and run out of his apartment. what a horror is it to be looked at tenderly? to be held gently, as if you were porcelain?

warmth pools in your stomach and your breathing turns rapid. so does mingyu's. he twitches inside you, and you clench around him. it makes him gasp for breath, and you give him yours by pulling him in for a kiss. if he looks at you any longer, you might just cease to exist.

it seems that today is a horrifying day to you. even his lips are gentle on you. they lack the usual fervor, the animalistic nature. like his kisses were a warning that he might devour you open. but mingyu never expected you to lay yourself in front of him, asking him to rip you open with your arms held out.

the bed creaks gently, affirming you that this is real. yes, this is happening. no, you aren't dreaming of it.

another twitch, a clench and two moans in unison. mingyu cums inside you, painting your walls with white fluids. he continues to thrust, and the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter. it snaps, and you climax with an intensity that leaves you trembling in his embrace. 

he collapses next to you on the bed and turns to lie on his back. his chest heaves, trying to suck in all the oxygen available. you do the same while staring at the ceiling along with him.

the clock ticks, and the pitter-patter of rain continues. the gentle hum of the heater is audible again. everything is back to normal and you'll pretend as if you didn't almost spill your heart to mingyu and carry on with life. a routine you've grown used to.

a sigh leaves your chest and you sit up, moving to get dressed. but mingyu pulls you back, entangling his limbs with yours. he rests his head on your chest and breathes in your scent. he looks peaceful in your arms.

but you aren't. the alarms in your mind are blaring and red lights flashing. a breach in the system, a break in the routine. you bring a hesitant hand to his head and caress his hair. your hand trembles and you card your fingers through his hair once. twice, thrice. till your heartbeat goes back to normal and your hand isn't trembling anymore.

unbeknownst to you, mingyu was panicking on his own. he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing or feeling. in a drunk-daze, he cuddled you. only realising his mistake when he felt you freeze under him. but you play with his hair and draw shapes on his skin. he smiles and snuggles into you, while his heart palpitates.

after a few minutes of silence, he hears you say, “i'm hungry.”

then mingyu realises that he was cooking before you jump scared him and he ‘punished’ you in return. he turns sulky immediately and moves off you.

“well, i was cooking before you scared me and jumped my bones.” he climbs off the bed, giving you the perfect view of his ass. you move quickly and slap his ass before jogging to the door. “i jumped your bones? i'm sorry you were the one who was jealous of me showing my slutty waist.”

“jealous?” he scoffs under his breath. he retrieves his pants and boxers quickly and wears them. the sound of your giggles and footsteps make him smile and he chases after you.

he sees your naked figure analyze his crop top in the living room. you slip it on and turn towards him with a smirk. “you're still naked in it.” he tells in a matter-of-fact voice.

“it covers my tits,”

“i can see your ass.” he deadpans and you bend over, wiggling your butt at him. he rolls his eyes and moves to the kitchen. you follow him with a smile on your face and mirth in your eyes.

the ghost face mask catches your attention and you take it. an idea suddenly pops in your mind. your body grows hot again and your heat throbs. turning around, you find mingyu standing right behind you. he turns you again and bends you over the counter.

you think he's going to fuck you again but instead feel a damp cloth on your cunt. you hiss and he apologizes, pressing the cloth softly to clean you up. one of his hands caresses your ass, and he leans down to kiss the swollen muscle.

what the fuck?

mingyu discards the cloth and turns the stove on, returning back to cooking as if nothing happened. as if nothing changed.

you feel it in the air. there isn't just lust between you anymore along with the acts of friendship. there's something else, something more tender and lighter. it's in the forefront of your brain but you don't want to acknowledge it now.

so you dart your eyes all over his apartment, trying to find any changes in the layout you have memorized in your head. you look at the kitchen cabins.

nice cabins, you think, observing them more closely. then you see it. the cabins are coloured in a familiar shade of brown. the shade of brown you'd recognize anywhere. because shades of brown remind you of him always, like wisps of love.

love. you take a deep breath and fidget with the top. you look down at it, trying to distract yourself. but of course, life will play out the way it wants to. you see the imprinted number ‘10’ staring back at you.

“mingyu?” he hums in response.

and you can't help the smile that adorns your face. “did you buy this because i told you it was my favorite look on johhny depp?”

you’re pleading in your head for him to tell “yes” or maybe, “yes, i'm jealous of everyone you fancy. i'm jealous of everyone who has touched you before this. i want to erase all of them from your mind. i want you to remember only me. yes, yes, yes! i love you..”

he looks back at you, a streak of vulnerability in his face. he doesn't tell you anything, not a single word or a syllable. he lowers the flame and turns around to face you fully.

a few moments of silence pass. then he speaks up.

“have i ever .. told you?” his brown eyes look at you pleadingly and you do the same. you understand his silence, his breaths, his heartbeat. as if you know a language only you both speak.

“that you're my favorite person?”

you move and stretch your arms towards him. he does the same. you kiss him, he kisses you. you share your breath with him and he shares his warmth with you.

the gentle hum of the heater mixes with the light pitter-patter of the raindrops on the window panes. yellow leaves sway through the wind, fluttering through the sky. only now you realise that they're singing the melody of a love song to which the leaves dance with mirth. 

⛧spooktober taglist !

@verogonewild @blancflms @chromequette @junniepookiedookie @kyeomiis

@jeonghnie @scoupsieee @xuminghaes @vernsbb @ohmygodwhyareallusernamestaken

@monstacheol @hoshiskimchi @miyx-amour @woozidanisms @choco-scoups

@cookiearmy @shadowyjellyfishfest @wonwoossecret @strxwberry-skiess @iamawkwardandshy

@merakilles @vitaminkyeom @okiedokrie

[dambaepuff]

hey hi, could i make a request? Im happy to see another good author starting :) u also seem very nice. could i request a yoongi x preferably fem!reader? if you want you can make it a genderneutral fic. my idea was a scenario were one of them is jealous, i thought of it being her jealous of him, over something stupid, but not in a toxic way like yk just pure jealusy mixed with insecurities. And they have a little petty argument and like it ends with smut i mean they make up to eachother that way :P like smut mixed with fluff at its purest. also, i am really curious to see how u write yoongi, i see many authors making him cold and tough but i believe that he is a very caring softie haha, by the morning wood headcanons, i think you got him very well ;) thank u in advance

REGRETS (m)

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x FEM!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, smut, one shot, request, established relationship

Warnings: jealousy, insecurities, a petty argument, depictions of sex, crying, emotional, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, bodily fluids, penetration (vaginal), a bit of praise, light biting, squirting

Word count: 5k

Summary: uhhh idk dude just read the request that’s pretty much it

A/N: UGH I LOVE THIS IDEA!! I don’t have much experience with writing angst so this was a really nice exercise. Thank you sooo so much for all the kind words, it’s what keeps me writing. I’m also a sucker for soft Yoongi so this is right up my alley. (Also this is not proofread so lmk if there’s any mistakes or anything)

Thursday night, it’s quiet outside. You’re trying to watch a movie with Yoongi. Key word trying. His hand has been gently rubbing your thigh for a few minutes now, whenever he tries sliding it up to tease you, you grab it and put it back onto his lap. He’s clearly trying to get you heated, but it’s having quite the opposite effect. Lately you’ve felt quite out of it, your lack of confidence causing you to avoid intimacy. With Yoongi being the gentleman he is, he always accepts it when he realizes you’re not in the mood and he moves on. However, you’re starting to doubt his ability to keep going like this. What if he realizes you aren’t satisfactory to him anymore? He could easily find someone else who would be all over him in seconds.

Replaceable. That’s how you’ve been feeling lately. He could have anyone he wants, so why you? “Are you not feeling it tonight?” Yoongi’s voice startles you out of your thoughts. “Huh? Oh. No I’m sorry.” You respond, your voice growing quieter with the end of the sentence. “That’s okay, c’mere.” He mumbles before pulling you into his chest, his hand soothing down your back.

‘Will he stay with me if I keep pushing him away like this?’ Is what you keep asking yourself. On one hand you’re afraid he’ll stop loving you if you stop showing him affection. And on the other hand, you’ve been so self conscious lately about your body and if you’re doing things right you don’t know if it’s worse to ruin the relationship by pushing him away or by not being good enough. ‘Do I even deserve to be with him at this point?’

Friday, 4:37PM. You got off work early today so you decided to stop by Yoongi’s studio. He’s still working so you’re lounging around on one of the couches inside of the room. The two of you had made plans to get dinner together when he finishes up for the day which you’re really looking forward to.

A short blurry figure appears at the studio door, they raise their hand up and place three quiet knocks onto the glass. Yoongi gets up with a huff and opens the door. In front of him stands a familiar woman, you can’t quite remember her name, but you’ve seen her around the company building before.

“Here’s your coffee Suga!” She says in a cheery tone. Her eyes land on you and her smile falls a bit. “Oh, I didn’t know you would be here. Sorry I didn’t get you anything.” She apologizes with a light bow of her head. You dismiss her with a wave of your hand before going back to fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. She turns her attention back to Yoongi who is setting his drink down onto his desk. “Hey Suga, a few of us are going to that barbecue place down the street for dinner and drinks tonight. Do you guys wanna come with?” She asks with a tilt of her head, her long black hair swaying with the movement.

“Uhh, yeah?” He looks at you quickly for confirmation to which you nod your head lightly. “Yeah. Sure we’ll come.”

Yoongi continues chatting with the girl. She casually leans against the door frame, the conversation between them flowing oh so easily. ‘It took me ages to be able to talk to him that smoothly. Why couldn’t I be like her?’ You think to yourself, trying your best to not let your irritation show.

He bids her farewell and sits back down at his desk. For the remaining time you spend in his studio all you can look at is him. Your gaze burns holes into his side profile, tracing each curve of his features over and over again. Why would a man whose heart only knows kindness, whose eyes and soul are so understanding of everything be with you? Your being is rotten with unforgiving bitterness, you seethe at every imperfection like a nun enraged by sin. Why would he want you?

He’s like a wild flower. He needs to be pollinated by the love and kindness of a bee to bloom, yet he stays with you, a caterpillar feeding off of him, biting off his flesh for your gain. Eating away at him and leaving nothing. Maybe you aren’t even a caterpillar. They can eventually turn into a beautiful creature with wings of eyeful colors, yet you can’t become anything more than what you are. You’re stuck in a vicious cycle, devouring every resource without paying any mind to the fact there will be nothing left when you’re done. What does he get for loving you if you can’t be of use? You can’t make him bloom.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)!” You snap out of your thoughts, the reality around you giving you whiplash. Yoongi is kneeling in front of you, holding your jacket out. “Let’s go, we’ll be late.” You try to take it from his hands, but instead of giving it to you he holds it up so you can slip your arms inside. Once it’s on you he turns you around and zips it up for you. “Okay, let’s go.”

As you’re walking down the long hallways towards the elevators, Yoongi notices something odd. You usually grab onto his hand the moment you start walking somewhere together, but your hand is tucked away in your pocket now. He gently pulls it out and intertwines your fingers together. You can’t bring yourself to grip onto him like usual, instead you limply keep your hand at your side, letting him hold it. He’s a bit confused by this, but nevertheless he keeps holding you, his grasp only growing tighter in an effort to reassure you.

Yang Sunhee. Her name popped up in your head the moment she sat down across from you and Yoongi at the long wooden table. She’s been leading the conversation at your part of the table for a while now, mostly talking to Yoongi. To her credit she has tried to include you into the conversation a few times, but you didn’t really give her much to work with so she gave up.

You’ve been pushing your food around your plate for a while now. It’s mostly pieces of meat Yoongi placed down onto it for you, your favorite in fact. You just can’t get yourself to even place anything into your mouth, anxiety squeezing your throat so tightly you can barely even swallow your own saliva.

Sunhee is laughing at something, her eyes bright and her large smile hidden away behind a polite hand. Yoongi is laughing too, maybe not as hard as her, but he’s still laughing. ‘Why am I not the one making him laugh right now? Am I not funny anymore?’

As you’re glaring down at your food you feel a warm hand make contact with your shoulder. “You wanna go home?” Yoongi asks quietly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Yes please.” You breathe out, barely audible. On the drive home Yoongi tries asking what’s wrong multiple times, but all he gets in response is a simple “I just don’t feel too well.”

It’s been a few days now since you had dinner with Yoongi’s coworkers. He realized something was wrong so he’s been giving you some space. To be quite honest you aren’t sure if the space is helping or making it worse. After spending the whole day quietly sobbing to yourself in bed you decide to see what he’s up to. You find him sitting in the living room watching some sort of documentary and looking like he’s about to fall asleep. One of his cheeks is squished against a pillow and his hair is going on all the wrong directions. He looks adorable, your heart almost breaks in two knowing this is who you’ve been pushing away lately.

Taking a seat next to him, he lifts up his blanket so you can use it too. Just as you’re getting sleepy as well his phone pings on the coffee table. Instinctively you reach down for it so you can hand it to him, but when you see the contact name annoyance squeezes at your chest.

Yang Sunhee

Sent a message

“Why is she texting you?” The question slips from your mouth before you can even think it through. “I don’t know, let me see.” He responds while extending his hand out for the phone. You peer over at the screen, shamelessly trying to see what she sent. “Ah it’s just the schedule for next week.” He says and likes the message before setting his phone back down. Now you feel a bit guilty. Why were you questioning the intentions of this woman? She’s his employee after all.

Yoongi’s large hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb gently gliding over your cheekbone. “I know that look, what’s wrong baby?” He asks, his dark eyes skimming your face in search for answers. “It’s nothing.” You respond a bit too quickly, your tone stiff. The corner of Yoongi’s lip quirks up. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Your eyes shoot open, “N-no!” you sputter out a weak defense. His hand slides down to your chin, the grip tightening a bit. His smirk spreads into a smile which angers you. He thinks this is funny?

“Don’t fucking touch me right now.” You say in a way harsher manner than you intended, tearing his hand away from your face. A flash of hurt runs over Yoongi’s face, his smile instantly falling. “Don’t look at me like that! I just- I need a moment right now.” You say in an apologetic tone. “You need a moment? I’ve been giving you a moment for days now. What about me? I keep trying so hard and you don’t show an ounce of being grateful. What’s your problem?” His tone gets louder as he talks, anger evident in his facial expressions.

“Problem? Oh it’s a problem now that I can’t always feel one hundred percent happy? Go sleep with some happy drugged out whore then if that’s what you want!” Without realizing it your tone has risen to a yell, you’re standing now, no longer in the comfort of warm blankets on the couch. “Don’t yell at me!” He yells back, tears beginning to brim his eyes.

“You’re yelling too asshole! Oh you’re gonna cry? Go cry to Sunhee, maybe she can suck your dick to make it better if you can’t go a week without me sucking it!” The moment you finish the last sentence a silence falls over the apartment. Yoongi stares at you wide eyed, unable to form a single sentence.

He looks like a kicked puppy, his eyes watery and his hands trembling. Realizing you went to far the only thing that pops up in your head is leaving the apartment for a bit. You speed walk to the front door, tugging your shoes on quickly and pulling a random jacket on. “Hey, hey! Where are you going?” Yoongi follows you once he realizes what you’re doing. Unable to look at his face you grab your keys and walk out, slamming the door behind you.

Not knowing where to go you walk to the nearest park. Taking a seat on one of the benches you stare up at the moon. “Why did I say that?” You mumble to yourself, tears stinging at your eyes. Your throat contracts, guilt choking you. There’s no holding back now, you let your sobs loose, tears running down your face uncontrollably.

“(Y/N)? Is that you?” A soft voice calls out to your right. Your head shoots up, trying to find the source of the sound. There stands Sunhee, she seems to be in her pajamas with a puffer jacket thrown on top. Her hair is a mess and she’s holding a leash. A little white dog sniffs around near her legs, you assume it’s her’s.

“What’s wrong?” She asks as she sits down next to you. “Ah don’t worry about it.” You mumble, sniffling lightly. “You’re so pretty (Y/N), I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look good while they cry before.” Sunhee says with a genuine smile. “I- uh what?” You tilt your head to the side in confusion. “If I didn’t have a girlfriend I’d be jealous of Suga for having a girlfriend as pretty as you.” She giggles lightly.

“WHAT?” The question comes out harsher than you intend, the whole situation confusing you. “Listen, if you ever leave Suga just give me a call.” She says with a playful wink. You laugh in disbelief, your tears completely gone now. “You’re funny Sunhee.” You say, still sniffling lightly. “I’m not joking, but thank you.” She giggles along with you.

“Now why are you outside so late?” She asks while pulling her dog up into her lap. “I had a fight with Yoongi, I didn’t really know where else to go. I’m kind of scared to face him right now.” You answer truthfully. “Girl, have you seen how he looks at you? That man is a goner, I’m sure whatever you argued about isn’t that bad. You should go home and apologize, you can talk it through.” She says while giving you an encouraging smile. “You think so?” You ask quietly. “I know so.”

Even with Sunhee’s encouragement you’re still unsure. Guilt wracks through your whole body, pressing down on your insides and making you nauseous. You try to be as quiet as possible when you enter the apartment, but the sound of the heavy front door closing and jingling of keys betrays you. Just as you’re taking your shoes off you hear shuffling down the hallway. Yoongi’s dark figure emerges, you’re ready to hear something nasty from him, but instead you’re met with two warm arms wrapped around you.

“Thank god you’re safe.” He mumbles before kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry Yoongi, I’m so sorry baby. Please don’t leave me. I didn’t-“ you’re cut off by a hiccup, your tears returning. “I didn’t mean to say any of that. Please, please don’t leave me I’ll never do that again…” You sob into his chest. “Shhhhh, I know you didn’t mean it, I should’ve done some things differently too.” His hand softly pets your head.

“I’ve been trying to figure out why you’ve been acting so weird lately and I think I get it now. You look at her like she killed your dog. You know she’s a lesbian right?” You can’t help but laugh a bit at that. “Yeah I kind of found that out just now.” You mumble, your fingers tangling into the material of his shirt. “Why don’t you like her?” You can feel him softly smile against your hair as he asks the question.

“I don’t know I just-“ You try to form the right words, but they won’t come. “Ugh! She’s just so pretty and she’s really open, it feels like she’s perfect and has everything you could need and I’m just sort of me? I don’t know, it’s stupid. I’m just projecting.” Yoongi listens intently to everything you say while he takes your jacket off. “Lately I’ve felt like the shell of who I was when you met me, you know? I’m just sort of bleh- and every other woman around me seems to have her shit togehter.” A tear runs down your cheek and Yoongi chases it away with his thumb.

“It’s why I’ve been avoiding having sex lately. I just feel gross and ugly while you… you look like you were sculpted by the ancient Greeks. You need a Hera to your Zeus. I’m like a satyr or something!” You let out a bitter laugh, trying to mask your feelings. “Hmm I think we’re more like Orpheus and Eurydice. Except I don’t want to lose you the way he lost her. They were such perfect lovers, yet there was something tragic about them. What’s love without tragedy?” He softly spoke, continuing to wipe your tears. You let out a genuine laugh and hit his chest lightly. “You idiot! You don’t get it.”

“I think I at least partially get it. I mean hell you make my knees weak whenever you look me in the eye woman, and we’ve been dating for years! I’d go to the pits of hell for you a million times more than Orpheus if it meant having a bit more time to spend with you. There’s no other person that could fulfill your role in my life as well as you do. I love you for you, you’re my muse. My light.” He places a ginger peck onto your forehead.

Love and desire suddenly flood through you, grabbing the collar of his shirt you pull him into a rough kiss. A few more tears make their way past your eyelids, but these ones of relief and joy rather than sadness and frustration. Yoongi gladly accepts your advances, kissing you back firmly. He barely wastes any time trying to get his tongue intertwined with yours. Your interwoven muscles becoming a metaphor for your souls combining together, the act of physical intimacy projecting your consciousness into one being, content and whole.

One of your hands shoot up to grip his hair a bit tighter than necessary which makes him release a deep moan. He pants against your lips, trying to catch his breath, but unable to fully separate your bodies. As he had endured yearning for you such a torturous amount, how could he let you go now?

He presses you flat against the door, holding you down chest to chest. His cold hands slide up your shirt, the contrast of temperature making you shiver. Caressing the skin of your stomach so lightly it tickles, he snakes one of his hands behind your back, swiftly unclipping your bralette in one movement. You let it drop to the floor, the only thing on your mind right now being the feeling of his body on yours. With his hands lightly ghosting over your breasts now, you shudder each time one of his fingers brushed against your nipples. Slowly he pulls your shirt off, the cold night air bites at your skin making your nipples harden. Instinctively your arms shoot up to cover yourself, but Yoongi stops you. He firmly grips your wrists and pins them down above your head.

Now fully exposed to him, he looks you in the eyes before licking a fat stripe from the area between your breasts to your neck. Lightly blowing onto the wet part of your skin, you take in a deep breath from the sensation. He begins to trail kisses down to your chest, letting go of your hands so he can bring you as close to him as possible. You tug at his hair softly as he mouthes at ode of your breasts, his tongue lightly teasing the soft bud. He groans softly before kissing down lower so he can get onto his knees.

He kneels before you know, unashamed of the submissive position he’s in. His teeth occasionally graze your stomach between sloppy open mouthed kisses. Looking up at you through his lashes, Yoongi starts undoing your pants. He pushes them down as if they’re getting in the way and moves his kisses down to your thighs. His uncalculated mouth moves dangerously close to your clothed cunt. Hovering over it he purposefully breathes through his mouth so you can feel his warm breath on your skin. You gasp when he suddenly pressed his nose against your pussy and inhales deeply. You can peel the tips of your ears heating up from embarrassment, but Yoongi doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“Ugh, fuck how I missed this part of you.” He groans as he kisses over the thin fabric. Finding your clit almost immediately he starts to roll his tongue against it through your panties. Your arousal and his saliva mix together in the material causing an uncomfortable need for real contact.

“Yoongi, take it off already…” you whisper to him, brushing his bangs out of his face. Looking up at you with a cheeky smirk he grabs onto the hem of your underwear with his teeth, making sure to lightly graze your sensitive skin with them as he pulls down. Your panties don’t even have the chance to reach the floor and his mouth is already on you again. He runs his tongue through your folds, making you instinctively angle your hips to give him more access. Heedlessly circling your clit with his tongue, he occasionally sucks on it or flicks it. You’re unsure if his mouth is glistening from his own saliva or from your wetness, but the sloppy noises he’s making are causing you to involuntarily buck your hips into his mouth.

“You’re so beautiful like this, my sweet girl.” He mumbles as he pulls away, nuzzling his head into your thigh. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, you let out a quiet moan when he slips them inside of you. “I love having you like this, only for me to see. You know I’d never do this for anyone else, right?” He emphasizes the question by pressing his fingers down against your sweet spot. ”Shit, Yoongi. I love you so much, no one makes me cum like you do.” Your response comes out in a dragged out whine.

Satisfied with your reply his mouth returns to your clit while his fingers work you open. The combination of sensations makes an orgasm built up in your abdomen fast. “Yoon- Yoongi, I’m gonna ah- I’m gonna cum!” You moan out, trying to warn him. This only encourages him to go faster as an orgasm ripples through you in harsh waves, your head falling back against the door as your eyes roll into the back of your head. You spasm slightly as he continues to work your cunt, trying to pull him away so he doesn’t overstimulate you.

He licks off your juices from his fingers, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. As soon as he’s back on his feet you go in for a kiss, leaning on him for support while still coming down from your high. He refuses to let your lips part as he leads you to the bedroom, his shirt and pants getting lost along the way.

“Lay down baby.” He mumbled against your lips as he led you to the bed. Kneeling down between your legs he made sure you were comfortable on your pillow. No matter how basic, missionary was always the best when you needed to express your love sexually. Parting your lips he pulls you down a little so your thighs are pressed together. He grabs his erect cock out of his underwear, not even bothering to get rid of the boxers. Pumping it a few times he gives you a dopey look, a lazy smirk spreading on his face.

“You ready?” He rasps out, rubbing the tip of his cock against your swollen clit, mixing his precum together with the aftermath of your previous orgasm. “A little too ready.” You replied, running a hand through your hair. “Mmm I can tell.” He teases while spreading the natural lubricant over his cock. Slowly he pressed the tip in, “Fuck, it’s going in so easily, o barely had to prep you. You really want it, don’t you?” his brows crease together in pleasure as he slowly bottoms out. “Yes, fuck Yoongi I want your cock so bad.” Your hand shoots up to grab onto his shoulder, biting your lip at the fullness.

“Please, (Y/N). Can I move?” He murmured, holding onto your hips tightly. “Yes, fuck me Yoongi.” You replied, grabbing his face to place a wet kiss onto his lips. He let out a low moan as he started thrusting into you, the warmth and wetness of your cunt feeling better each time he fucked it. You lightly squeezed your walls on purpose knowing it drives him crazy. “Oh my- ah shit I won’t last long at all if you do that.” He said breathily, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. You hooked one of your legs onto his hips, pulling him forward so he’s pressed into your cunt as deeply as possible. The both of you groaned at that, as soon as you let go he started thrusting into you with a quicker pace. His movements rapidly increased with each slap of skin that echoed throughout the space, his head thrown back. That look on his face means he’s absolutely lost in please and that makes you proud. He molds so perfectly inside you it makes all of your doubts melt away, it’s like he was made for you.

Matching the pace of his thrust to his fingers flicking your clit, Yoongi can swear he can feel you pulsating around him. “Ah, fuck (Y/N) I think I’m gonna cum already. Shit I’m sorry it just feels too good.” He groans, the already pink tips of his ears darkening. “It’s okay, go ahead baby, cum inside me.” You breathily respond, continuing to moan with each of his thrusts. He speeds up before abruptly stopping, the feeling of his warm seed filling you up making you clench around his cock. “Wait, shit, shit run my pussy please I’m so close too.” His fingers immediately speed up on your clit, furiously flicking it as your abdomen tightens again. As the hot white pleasure rips through your whole body, making your muscles spasm you hear a wet noise. Looking down the moment you can open your eyes you see Yoongi’s lower stomach covered in a clear liquid.

“Did you just make me squirt?” You laugh in disbelief. “That’s a first.” He mumbles before pulling his cock out, various liquids gliding down your ass. “I’ll go get a towel. He quickly gets up, trying his best not to make any of his surroundings wet.

As the two of you are laying in bed, your warm baked bodies pressed together, you feel Yoongi’s chest vibrate as he speaks up. “From now on, you always have to tell me when something’s bothering you, okay?” He softly says, stroking your hair. “Okay.” You whisper back. “Promise?” He questions while raising his pinky finger up, you lock yours with his, pressing your thumbs together. “Promise.”

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NSFW Alphabet for Reiner Braun

Reiner won the poll so here you all go!

A (Aftercare) what are they like after sex?

He makes sure you feel comfortable and wants to chat a bit afterwards about any/everything. He’ll play with your hair, massage you, just watch you and you all talk, eventually he uses your breasts as pillows and doses off talking to you.

B (Body Part) favorite on themselves and of their partner

He prides himself a little on his torso, he’s got quite the build and worked hard on it.

On you he love everything from your head to toes. The trifecta especially, chest, ass and thighs.

C (Cum) anything to do w/ it basically

His preference would be to come inside you, it makes him feel closer to you. If that’s not an option he would opt for your torso/breasts.

Side note, he also isn’t scared/avoidant of his own like a lot of guys are. What I mean by that is he could nut in your mouth and make out with you directly after not worried about (in fact he’s happy with) tasting himself.

D (Dirty little secret) self explanatory

Deffly jerked off using your (used) panties, smelling them and wrapping them around himself, more than once.

E (Experience) also pretty self explanatory

His experience is little to none, a lot of conversations were just lockeroom talk with other guys, he didn’t really learn how to please anyone until you.

F (Favorite postition) ^

Loves cowgirl, standing up and bouncing you either against the wall or not, bending you over anything, counter top, sofa, etc, and sideways missionary.

G (Goofy) are they more playful or serious in the moment?

He leans on the more serious side for sure I don’t see him cracking very many jokes at all, he’s more sensual and a dirty talker than joking.

H (Hair) how are they groomed down there?

Color wise it’s barely noticeable and he keeps it pretty trimmed. Well groomed.

I (Intimacy) are they more romantic or lustful in the moment?

Extremely intimate, with the perfect balance of lust. He might even cry afterwards (or during). Lots of eye contact, moaning into you, very touchy feely w tight grips.

J (Jack Off) masturbation headcanon

He hates himself for it when he does, which isn’t too often, maybe 1/2x a month. He tries to opt for the shower if he really needs the relief, and may even use a pair of your panties to aid him.

K (Kink(s)) self explanatory :)

He definitely calls you mommy/mami/mamas lmao idc. He’s into dirty talk, praise, role play, obviously a size kink. Fluid bonding. He’s loves it wet and messy and will take pleasure in cleaning you up with his tongue.

L (Location) where they like to do it

he’s not picky about where at all, he loves a passionate excursion whether that be parked on the side of the road, over the kitchen counter, or in the comfort of your alls bed.

M (Motivation) what gets them in the mood?

If you straddle him he quickly becomes undone. Seeing you in his clothing really gets him going, how they basically swallow you whole. Thigh riding fs, that’ll do it every time.

N (No) what they wont do in the bedroom

He is in no way sharing you. Other than that I see him open to a few things, as long as they are things you absolutely want—only if it pleases you. He will try his best to never deny you whatever brings you pleasure.

O (Oral) do they enjoy giving/receiving?

He absolutely loves eating you out, it’s a nonnegotiable, he has to get a taste every single time. On his knees for you.

He adores receiving and it’s definitely a weakness of his seeing you take him all in. Just the thought is enough to make him nut so the sight of it makes it almost impossible not the finish quickly. His eyes are shut a lot during just so he can last a little longer.

P (Pace) how fast or slow are they during?

He’s got the perfect middle ground, and typically only picks up the pace when you ask because he doesn’t want to hurt you. Perfect mix of sensual and lustful.

Q (Quickies) how do they feel about them?

He loves a good quickie, as much as he’d love to worship you as long as he could, quickies are fun and passionate and he could use more of both in his life.

R (Risks) are they willing to take them?

He would take a few, again this is mostly because he’d stop at almost nothing to please you. He would only want to make sure you don’t get caught by anyone.

S (Stamina) how long can they last?

Oh he can last a lengthy 4 rounds before needing a moment. He could likely go a little longer as a titan shifter but wants his performance to be the best with you so doesn’t typically.

T (Toys) are they into them, do they have any?

I don’t see him using very many toys but he loves when you dress up for him. I see him being into a bit of role play.

U (Unfair) are they a tease basically

He’s certainly a bit of a tease, he won’t deny you much but will delay a bit. He loves hearing just how bad you need him, he’ll make you cum over and over and will snatch you back up if you even try to get away.

V (Volume) how loud are they during

This man is loud and will never hold back the sounds from the pleasure you deliver unto him. Moaning, whining, growling, grunting, swearing, whispering—everything.

W (Wildcard) random headcanon

Foreplay is actually huge for him and he’ll make a day of it. Out eating with friends? He’s touching up on your thighs, sometimes not so subtly. Pushing up on you as he scoots past you in public. Whispering dirty things to you in the supermarket.

X (X-Ray) what's it looking like under the hood

I don’t think he’s the massive 8/9 people say tbh. He’s definitely like 6.5” and girthy asf. It’s thick. Which is plenty bc he knows exactly what he’s doing w it.

Y (Yearning) what's their sex drive like?

He definitely views sex as a stress relief among other things and we all know he has a stressful life so his drive is pretty up there, he really just can’t pull himself away from you.

Z (Zzz) how fast do they fall asleep after?

Pretty quickly if you guys are snuggled up after, again if he’s using your breasts as pillows he’s out like a light.

[hornyhornyhimbos]

save a horse ride a cowboy was amazing oh my god i've reread it like 3 times the smut was perfection 😫 please tell me that the reader stayed with cowboy!steve they're so cute together

hehehe i gotchu girly

"A Lucky Shot" ~ S. Harrington

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Summary: The aftermath of falling in love with a certain bull rider in a certain bar in a certain city in Indiana.

Pairing: Bull Rider!Steve Harrington x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3,990

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) protected piv sex, cowgirl activities, oral m!receiving, boot humping 🤭 oral f!receiving for like a split second, tiny mentions of food and alcohol, nicknames (sweetheart, princess, cowgirl; cowboy, daddy if you squint), blasphemy if you squint, explicit language, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: the Eddie, Tommy, and Byers' cameos have me crying 😭🤚🏻

Based On: the first part of this, which you can find here!

Originally Written: 03/16/2023 through 03/18/2023

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold (thank u for putting up with me LMFAO)

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Your legs carried you as fast as they could to the locker room. A mix of adrenaline and sweat was pumping through your veins. You didn't know much about bull riding, but you did know that a 90 was good. Really good.

The locker room was surprisingly empty when you ducked in. You figured the room would be filled with big, sweaty bull riders, but instead, you only found one—Steve. Just to make sure there was no one else around, you let your eyes dart through the room before sprinting toward him and jumping up into his broad arms.

"Jeez!" he shouted, though his hands were quick to meet your butt. Your lips met his, showering him with a thousand loving kisses.

"Mmm," he chuckled into your lips. He pulled away and met your pride-filled eyes. "What are you doing?"

Your lips traveled down to his neck, suckling on the spot you knew was most sensitive. "I'm initiating celebratory sex," you said straightforwardly.

His chest rumbled out a low laugh as he helped you back onto the floor. "Not in here, you're not."

"But-"

"No buts," he argued, his palms settling on your hips. "This is a public locker room."

"Exactly! Which means it's open to the public. I am a part of the public. Therefore, I can do whatever I want in here."

He shook his head in disbelief before leaving a kiss on your hair. "It also means it's open to other people of the public. Anyone could walk in at any time. I want my eyes and my eyes only to see what you have to offer."

You pouted, and he kissed it away just like he always did. One of his hands traveled up your hip, toward your ass, slipping inside your back pocket. "Plus, some of the other riders will probably be done with interviews soon. Not to mention, I need a shower real bad."

A cheeky gleam appeared in your eye. "Can I at least help you with that part?"

A light huff escaped his nose. "Go," he insisted, giving your butt a light tap. "I need you be there if they call my number while I'm gone. Go wait for me in the stadium."

You gave him a scowl, but pulled away toward the door. "You're cruel, Steve Harrington. Just cruel."

"Love you too."

You rolled your eyes before heading back in for a tight hug. "You did really good today. I want you to know I'm proud of you."

His hands rested on your face as he pulled you in for a soft kiss. "Thank you, sweetheart. I love you."

You pulled the cowboy hat off his head, setting it on your own. "Love you too, cowboy."

You sprinted toward the door as he hollered after you, "Hey, you better take care of my hat!"

The next forty-five minutes were absolute torture. Sure, you had Steve at your side after the first twenty, but it was killing you that the judges hadn't announced the winners yet. Steve urged you not to fret, telling you that whatever happens will happen, but you couldn't stop wondering if Steve had won first place.

Steve's hand rested on the small of your back, his lips pressed against the top of your head. "It's OK, really," he urged.

"It is not!" you argued, your leg bouncing nervously against the concrete floor. "What if you didn't score high enough?"

He chuckled, pulling you in close. "Since when did you care so much about bull riding?"

"Since I met you," you rebutted. "And since the grand prize is $25,000. Think about what you could do with-"

Feedback sounded over the stadium's loudspeaker, breaking you from your previous conversation. Your eyes went wide with wonder as a man's voice broke through the feedback.

"In third place, with 89.75, we have Eddie 'The Freak' Munson riding Radagast," he announced. The stadium was overcome with thousands of screaming fans, and your heart vibrated in your body from the noise. Eddie Munson was a crowd favorite for many reasons. He was never too busy to talk to his fans, he was probably the nicest rider aside from Steve, and his whole image was dedicated to being yourself. From the bright yellow Stetson he wore, to the flame red cowboy boots on his feet, even his costume was about being different.

Your hands flew to your mouth in surprise. "Babe, you beat Munson!" you exclaimed. Your feet kicked and bounced like a teenage girl who'd just been asked to prom. "That's huge!"

He let out an amused huff, kissing your head. "We don't know that. They suspected I would get a 90. Hasn't been confirmed yet."

You shrugged before turning your attention back to the announcer. "Don't ruin my hopes and dreams. You've still got a shot at winning this thing."

"In second place, with 91.5, we've got Tumbling Tommy Hagan riding Monster," he said, and once again, the arena rattled with screams. Hagan had a lot of fans too, but nowhere near as many as Munson. If there was one thing to know about Hagan in the arena, it was that he was the most competitive rider in the league by far, and his fans were nearly as competitive as he was.

Your heart thrummed inside you and your ears rang like they never had before. He just has to win. He's gotta.

The presenter's voice filled the speakers one last time, and you felt your fingertips go numb as you waited to hear the winner. "And, at an even 92, with the highest score we've seen all season, for a grand prize of $25,000 and a draft into the PBR if he accepts…" his voice drifted in suspense.

"Oh, fuck this guy!" you shouted in frustration.

"Baby," Steve whispered into your ear, leaving a loving kiss there. "It's OK." However, you knew by the way his eyes were darting around that he was just as nervous as you were. He never would've admitted it though.

You swore you heard the fans screaming before the man ever announced the winner. It felt a bit like slow motion as you jumped up from your chair and screamed along with them. The announcer's voice echoed, "Riding Sundae, Steve 'The Hawk' Harrington!"

Your lips met Steve's for a long, passionate kiss. He smelled like fresh linen and men's deodorant, tasted like the lemonade he'd been sipping on, and still felt just like the Steve you'd fallen in love with the year prior. His preparation for this tournament had been hard, but it was that moment when you'd realized it had all paid off.

The afternoon was filled with interview after interview, question after question, but you didn't care. Your cowboy was beaming, and your heart was full. His hands had stayed protectively on your waist, like he was afraid the interviewers would snatch him up and take him away from you. You just smiled, knowing it was his way of saying, "You'll always have me, no matter what league I'm in."

He all but floated to the car and the wide smile didn't even think about leaving his face. He'd leaned you against the car, peppering your face in excited kisses, and all you could do was smile. His nerves had washed away, and he knew it would be just you and him until the last ride. And unsurprisingly, that was all he needed.

Steve's hand stayed in yours the entire ride home, and you couldn't help but be reminded of the year prior. That first night, his hand stayed attached to your skin, like he was afraid if he let go, you'd disappear. And even now, after the honeymoon phase had passed, even after petty arguments about toothpaste brands and television shows, even a year later, he still couldn't keep his hands off you.

The air was filled with excitement, the windows cracked and blowing wind through your hair, only aiding your senses. Steve blared his playlist of post-competition songs, screaming along to every word. You couldn't help but sing with him, feeling a pleasant sensation in your belly every time he'd sneak a glance at you. With the windows rolled down, you could smell the freshly mown grass as you drove past the Byers' house, some family friends of Steve's, and wondered if they'd been at the tournament to see him win.

You made your way into the house, and an exhausted Steve plopped onto the couch to pull off his boots. You kneeled in front of him to help him out of his shoe, but both of you knew exactly what you were doing.

He ran a tired hand through your hair, giving you a sideways smile. "Whatcha doin' down there, sweetheart?" he asked, even though he didn't need an explanation.

"I was hoping," you said, running a hand along his denim-clad thigh, "I could help you celebrate?" You smirked as you watched him squirming to readjust his hardening cock.

His hands met the button of his jeans, undoing the fastening for you. "You don't even have to ask."

You pulled him out of his boxers, and your mouth drooled at the thought of tasting him. It wasn't like you'd never tasted him before, but with the big championship, he'd been hyper focused on his diet, so you knew he was going to taste good.

You placed his head on your tongue, licking small circles around it and already he was a mess. Like putty in your hands.

You licked a long stripe up his length, and his dick became even harder. "Oh, princess," he sighed, nearly squirming when your mouth moved down to his balls, sucking them slightly.

You left a trail of kitten licks from his balls back up to his tip, finally taking him into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed around him, and he let out a soft groan. "Needed this," he sighed, slotting his hands into your hair.

You whined around him, your way of letting him know you needed it just as much. His head fell back as you inched closer to the hilt.

"God, you're so good at this," he grunted. He tugged at your hair, longing for you to take all of him.

You released for a moment, long enough to say, "Yeah? Am I your god tonight?" You took his cock back in your mouth, one of your hands moving to his balls.

Steve moaned as he nodded. "Always. You will always rule me."

Your hips rutted against the boot he hadn't taken off, searching for any friction you could find. You gagged around him as you finally took the entirety of his dick, your nose resting softly in the thatch of hair under his belly. His heavy balls hit your chin, and you moaned around him at the feeling.

"Fuck, I'm close," he grunted. He gripped your face, pulling you up and down his length. You whimpered as drool oozed down your cheeks, your hands moving to wipe it away. Your hand purposely slid from your chin to his balls, twisting them in your palm.

His cock jerked inside your mouth, his saccharine seed spilling down your throat. Your eyes watered as he rode out his high, fucking in and out of you. "Shitshitshit," he muttered, his grip tight around your hair. Your hips chased friction on his boot, winding against the leather.

Despite desperately needing to finish, even after you considered getting yourself off right there on his boot, you forced yourself to release his cock. You slowly pulled off of him, licking your lips where his cum had dripped out. He bent forward for a kiss, moaning at the taste. His tongue slipped into your mouth, running along your teeth and savoring the taste of what only you could do to him. You rocked against his boot, eliciting a chuckle from Steve that rumbled from his mouth into yours.

You forced yourself to move away first. You stood, practically throwing yourself into his lap. He leaned back on the couch, your legs on either side of his waist and your arms around his shoulders. "Congratulations," you giggled, still giddy from the high you'd provided him with.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he sighed. He pulled you back in for another kiss and trailed his hands down your body. Once they'd reached your waist, he pulled you up, lifting both of you from the couch. He managed to kick his boot off the rest of the way before walking out of the living room.

"Hey!" you pouted, but tightened your legs around his waist.

"Cowboy hat rule," he simply said as he carried you through the house.

You rolled your eyes, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. "What if I said, 'Fuck your cowboy hat rule.' What then?"

He shook his head and pulled you in for a desperate kiss. "I don't make the rules, sweetheart. I just follow 'em."

Steve swiftly carried you into the bedroom, laying you down on the mattress with ease. His lips met yours for a dominating kiss as he reached toward the bedside table, presumably pulling out lube or a condom. His other hand worked at the fastening of your pants.

You keened at every swift motion of his limbs, your body arching as his mouth dragged down the front of your neck. His lips ended at your collarbone as he stopped to suck a spot he knew you loved.

After a moment, both his palms were on you, his fingers making quick work of your jeans. He pushed them down your legs to reveal you'd nearly soaked through your panties.

"Might not need that lube after all, huh?" he teased, his hand cupping your clothed core. Steve’s digits pressed your clit through the wet fabric, eliciting a low mewl from you as you opened your legs further for him. You wanted to give him complete access, let him have free reign of your entire body. He chuckled as his fingers played with you through the cotton. "So wet already, filthy girl."

You keened at his touch, your hands palming at his hair. "Please," you begged. "Need you, Steve."

"I suppose you do deserve a reward after being so good to me, yeah? So sweet of you to put me first." he teased, slipping a finger underneath the soaked material. Your eyes fell shut in pleasure, letting out a whimper as the digit teased your entrance. "Well then, your wish is my command, princess."

He pulled your jeans off your ankles, tossing them toward the general direction of the hamper. He then tugged his own jeans and his boxers off, his dick springing up as he tossed the clothing in the same place. Finally, after much too long, he slid your panties down your legs, and his mouth met your cunt for a split second, just long enough to lick up a stripe of your wetness, his tongue lingering on your clit. You moaned, hips bucking toward his face. "Uh-uh," he tutted. "As good as you taste, I think I need to be in you first."

You could never say no to that. You threw your shirt off as he reached for the condom he'd pulled out, making quick work of the foil before rolling it on. Your heart pumped fast with every passing moment, pure excitement running through your veins.

He removed his own shirt too and hurled it toward the slowly growing pile, while you reached for the lube. You squeezed some into your hand before pressing it to Steve’s cock, spreading the lube down his length.

He grunted and hung his head as your palm worked up and down his cock. Your hands never ceased to amaze him. He was the clay, and your hands were nothing short of a potter's, the way you had him.

Your digits met your cunt, mixing what was left of the lube with your slick. Steve moaned at the sight, wishing he'd taken you up on that offer of letting him go down on you.

Steve slowly pushed inside you and you went glassy-eyed at the feeling. You couldn't count how many times you and Steve had had sex in the past year, but no matter how many times it was, his size never ceased to amaze you. He slowly inched inside you, uncontrollable gasps and moans tumbling off your lips. You were sure all of your senses had gone awry in that moment, positive that you couldn't speak, couldn't think a single coherent thought.

He hovered over you, every inch of his abs marked with sweat. His lips met yours for a heated kiss, your mouths molding into one. His hands traveled down to your hips and gripped them tightly. He counted down a quiet, "One, two, three," before flipping the two of you over, giving you a moment to settle. A cheeky grin appeared on his lips as his eyes met yours, and you found yourself getting lost in his fanned-out lashes. He pushed a hair behind your ear, smirking, "Well, giddy up then."

No matter how many times he made that joke, your stomach still did flips every time. It truly amazed you how someone so dorky, so sweet, could manage to be the sexiest man you'd ever known.

You slowly started to rock against him, letting out a quiet whimper as you were still adjusting to his size. Steve could stretch you and fill you like no one else ever could, and it was pure heaven every time.

He chuckled and planted his giant palms on your love handles. "Damn. And they say I look good riding things."

Your hips rutted against him and the friction was absolute bliss. "Hey, that reminds me," you sighed, eliciting a chuckle from Steve.

"If I had to pick a favorite thing about you," he said, "it's that you're a talker during sex." His words were filled with sarcasm, but you still managed to take it as a compliment. You kept grinding your hips into him slowly, pulling noise after noise out of Steve, his head hanging low.

"Thank you," you replied in a whine. "Anyway, I was- fuck- I was wondering what you wanted to do with the money."

Steve sighed a soft, "Shit," as your hips bucked at his, hands tight on your waist. "Two things."

"Yeah?" you said, rocking against him, your fingers running soft circles along his happy trail. "That's not a lot of things considering you just won twenty-five grand."

"Well," he started, bouncing his legs and shoving himself further inside you, "first thing I want to do is buy this cute, little- fuck- local business. You might've heard of it. It's called The Lucky Shot."

You stopped mid-roll. Your eyes widened as your face filled with shock. "Full stop, are you serious?"

"Don't tease me like that." He all but whimpered, fucking up into you harshly.

Your hips rocked along with his, like two metronomes ticking in time with each other. The past year had been like that. The two of you were puzzle pieces, made to be slotted together. "Seriously though, are you really buying The Lucky Shot?"

"Owner's an older man who had a heart attack earlier in the year. He's having trouble- shit- keeping the place up and running. Figured I'd- oh- take it off his hands. Told him I knew a young couple who'd love to take over for him."

Your lips found his for a long, loving kiss. He bounced you on his cock, and you moaned into the kiss, but somehow the noise just made it even more sickeningly romantic. "I love you, Steve Harrington."

"I didn't doubt it for a second, Y/N Y/L/N," he mumbled against your mouth, inhaling and taking you all in. "Hey, you're wearing that perfume I got you."

"Mhm," you smiled against his lips. "Thought it might- oh, god- bring you some good l-luck today." You leaned back up, your hips rutting with extra force as you chased down your high. You let out a low mewl. "What's the second thing?"

"That-" his voice hitched as he led you along his cock, "depends."

"On what?"

"I need your- ah- permission first."

The rolls of your hips slowed and your eyebrows furrowed in some mixture of pleasure and confusion. "OK, shoot."

His hands stilled your waist, his eyes soft as he looked up at you. "Marry me."

You knew it wasn't humanly possible, but you were fairly positive your heart flew out of your chest as you processed his words. "What?"

He tipped his chin toward the nightstand. "Look in the drawer."

Your eyebrows creased even harder. You were just still, somehow managing to completely ignore the current task at hand.

He let out a light huff, running his hand up to the small of your back. "Just trust me, princess."

You pulled at the handle of the drawer, looking around for anything that could be a clue as to what he was talking about. Your vision began to blur with happy tears, though you still weren't sure what you were searching for.

He watched as your concentration face became apparent, a chuckle tumbling off his lips. "Trojan box."

Your hand flew to the little black box, lifting the top. With a flick of your finger, you flipped open the box, inspecting the ring that was hidden inside. Tears started to slide down your cheeks as you registered what was happening.

Steve stole the box from your hand, holding it as though he was proposing normally, as though he wasn't balls deep inside you. "Will you, Y/N Y/L/N, marry me?"

"You hid my engagement ring in a condom box?" you asked, still flabbergasted.

"Well, I figured what better way to propose to you than by doing something that reminds you of the first time we met?"

You placed your hands on his cheeks, tugging his face toward yours and meeting him for a kiss. He tasted like your slick and his sweat, and somehow, it was the most amazing aroma you'd ever experienced. You took all of him in, letting him fill your senses like a breath of fresh air. His chest heaved underneath you, and his lips moved in sync with yours like he couldn't get enough.

You parted from him, lying down his chest and raising your hand. He chuckled at your speechless form as slipped the ring onto your finger. The band fit perfectly, just like he knew it would. Puzzle pieces.

"It's so pretty," you smiled. By the tone in your voice, Steve was convinced you were either cock-drunk or delirious. Probably both.

"Anything's pretty when you're the one wearin' it," he said, kissing the shell of your ear.

"Awww," you beamed, your hand combing through his deep brown hair. "Hey, you do realize that one day, when our kids ask, 'Mommy, how did Daddy propose?' we're gonna have to explain that your dick was inside me and you hid my engagement ring in a Trojan box?"

"Let's not get the cart ahead of the horse now," he chuckled. "You're the only one I want callin' me Daddy for a while."

You giggled, meeting his lips for a blissed-out peck. "Just think. You and me, together forever. Just like this for a lifetime."

"Just like this?" he teased, earning him an eye roll.

You pushed yourself up, your hands on either side of his head as you hovered above him. Your lips connected to his like magnets, this time for a steamy kiss, one filled with pure want. "Hey, you wanna know something, cowboy?"

"What's that?" he huffed in amusement, his thumbs caressing small circles on the fat of your hips.

"I say yes. To a lifetime of your love, your kisses, your stupid cowboy hat rule, all of it. I say yes a thousand times over."

"Can't argue with that, cowgirl."

A FORMAL APOLOGY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME TO POST 😭🤚🏻

I wish I had a good reason. I think I really just kept putting it off and didn't wanna read through it because I was overwhelmed (not with the fic, just with life) but I forced myself through it and I'm so happy with how it turned out!

Special thanks to @dungeons-are-too-cold for staying up with me until 5 am again to make sure this fic was at its best! Love you forever!!

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @rupsmorge @writer-in-theory @esoltis280 @liberhoe

[gunnerfc]

Alex Morgan NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

Alex has everything you normally ask for ready as soon as you’ve calmed down after sex

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Alex’s favorite body part is her legs, she’s caught you staring plenty of times and she loves wrapping her legs around you tightly when she’s on the receiving end of things

Her favorite body part of yours is your neck, Alex loves marking your neck and won’t stop until practically every inch of your neck is marked up

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

She’ll suck her fingers clean while she keeps her eyes locked with yours, moaning around her fingers at the taste of you

D: Dirty Secret 

Alex finds the idea of people hearing the two of you extremely attractive and the two of you have gotten caught numerous times

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

Alex is experienced and it definitely shows

F: Favorite Position 

If she’s giving, she likes having you on your back as she fucks so she could litter small kisses and nips to your neck and chest

If she’s receiving, she loves when you bend her over any surface to fuck her

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

She’s a little giggly in the beginning but it wears off as things heat up

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Sex with Alex is always intimate, she’ll always make sure you’re comfortable and you do the same when you’re in control

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

Alex only gets herself when you two aren’t together but sometimes when you’re out doing errands or something, she’ll send you pictures or a video of her getting herself off followed by a text saying to hurry up

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Alex thrives off hearing praise, anytime you tell her how good she is at something, she’ll work even harder

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Alex does not care where the two of you are, if you’re both feeling needy and can’t wait, then you’ll find somewhere private

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

Hearing you compliment her doing anything but especially hearing you praise her skills on the pitch

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

There isn’t much Alex wouldn’t try once but she’s going to say no to anything that might hurt either of you

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Alex loves both almost equally, you two have done 69 multiple times because it allows Alex to do both

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

If she’s giving, it’s a mix of rough yet sensual

But if she’s receiving, she loves it when you’re fast and rough with her

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

Loves them, you two have quickies all the time on airplanes or at bars

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

She is, as long as you also want to try whatever idea she has. She’s open to trying anything at least once

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

Alex can last many rounds and they are always a bit longer

T: Toys 

You have different straps that get used depending on who is in control that night

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

Alex loves teasing you, regardless if she’s in control or not

She’ll tease you about how you could fuck her better to make you pissed which always results in you being a bit rougher with her

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

Alex can be loud, it’s why you’ve almost been caught before

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

During a national team camp, you two were luckily paired together and you spent each time having sex. One night Alex was so loud that you were sure that everyone on your floor would be able to hear her

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s high, she’ll drop anything she’s doing to have sex with you

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Sometimes she’ll fall asleep quickly but most nights you two stay up for a bit just cuddling after sex

[goodomensfangirl72]

𓆩⚝𓆪 NSFW alphabet for Dr. Flug 𓆩⚝𓆪

Minors DNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he would be pretty big on giving you aftercare. He'd clean you up, get you snacks, water, basically everything you can think of. Plus, he absolutely loves to pamper you and make you feel cherished.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hands. He makes all his gizmos with them, how could he not love them? Another reason he loves them is because it's his favorite thing in the world to run his hands up and down your body. On you, he loves your thighs. Like me and everyone with common sense, Dr. Flug appreciates some good ol' thunder thighs. Who wouldn't like to grab onto a thick pair of thighs while their having sex?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I like to think he doesn't really want kids, so he'll wear a condom and cum inside of that.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn't have one. He feels comfortable enough to tell you all of his fantasies.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I'm sorry, but he gives me massive virgin vibes😭 he's probably the most inexperienced man in all of Hatsville.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary would probably be his favorite, though he would like doggy style every once in a while.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a bit of a mix, though he does tend to be more serious. He's not against cracking a joke or two, however.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it trimmed but not completely shaves off. I like zomibom's Flug, so the hair is brown is like his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's pretty fucking romantic during it. He won't do the whole champagne and rose petals, but he wanted to let you know how much he loves and cherishes you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't really jerk off that much, but when he does, it's most likely when he's horny and is too shy to ask you for sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

PRAISE. I can not say this enough, praise would totally be his number one kink. It is literally said in the wiki that Black Hat will never praise him and will tell him it's his job to do it perfectly, so praise him and he'll literally start crying.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes his privacy, so the bedroom is his go-to option.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Help him build one of his inventions and he will want to fuck you right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won't ever hurt you or degrade you. You're his partner, why would he want to say rude things to you and make you feel pain?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He definitely prefers giving you oral. Remember how I said he's a thigh guy? Wrap you thighs around his head while he's eating you out and he'll be in absolute heaven.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's cool with whatever you want to do, but he will definitely like doing it slow and gentle. It makes him feel like it more intimate, y'know.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like them but he'll do it if he's in a hurry and horny.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's up for trying new things but he likes doing it the way it currently is.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go two-three rounds, but after that he gets tired.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't have any. He thinks their unnecessary and it makes him feel a little insecure about his skills if you ask him to use toys. He'll try and play it off but eventually asks if he's not pleasing you without toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He'll only lightly tease you, most likely as a form of foreplay.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He groans, maybe sometimes grunting, but if he's on bottom, he'll whine the entire time.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He'd love to cuddle after being intimate. He just likes to hold you and tell you how much he loves you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Seven inches. Not much to say about it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's not that high but maybe once or twice a week?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He only falls asleep after making sure all of your needs are tended to.

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 347

McCoy

McCoy held tight to his husband. Robbie’s proposal hung in the dark silence of the cave.

“Oh Robbie…”

Somehow the silence grew heavier. McCoy could feel his heart pounding in his chest. What was Leah going to say? She couldn’t be so cruel and break Robbie’s heart…

The wait was becoming unbearable, when finally Leah choked out a sob. Her hand, which McCoy had been holding, pulled away from his.

“Of course!” The words came out in a tight whisper.

McCoy felt Scotty relax and his own pulse began to slow to normal. Another sob, from Robbie, and then the shuffling sounds of the pair hugging each other tight. Around McCoy Scotty’s arm tightened and he returned a squeeze to Scotty’s hand.

“N-n-now we have to be rescued,” McCoy said. “The g-g-galaxy will expect a w-w-wedding.”

He let out a cry as Leah swung her arm at him in the dark.

“I th-th- think we have t-t-to t-t-try digging now,” McCoy said after some time had passed from the proposal. “Any longer and w-w-we won’t be able.”

Shifting around he reached in his pocket to find his comm. The small light would show them where they needed to dig. And one of them could watch it in case it finally got a signal.

“It’ll w-w-warm us,” Scotty agreed.

McCoy could finally see his husband in the dim light and Scotty’s expression was grim. On his other side, Leah and Robbie had mixed expressions of joy and fear.

“Here.” McCoy shoved the device at his sister. “You watch. We’ll dig.”

He moved clumsily as he got to his feet, his body feeling stiff with the cold.

“I c-c-can help dig,” Leah protested.

“We can t-take turns,” Scotty suggested.

“Our h-hands are going to g-g-get colder,” Robbie said.

“We’ve gotta do something.”

“It sent!”

Three young men jumped at Leah’s exclamation.

“What lass?” Scotty found his words first.

“A signal!”

“My m-m-message?” Scotty’s eyes widened.

Leah nodded.

“They’ll f-f-find us!” Robbie nearly yelled in joy.

Leah was jabbing at the comm. Her face in the small light from the comm looked relieved. They all jumped as the comm chirped.

“It’s Father!” Leah said, tears welling in her eyes.

McCoy’s heart soared. He wanted to grab Scotty and dance around the small space.

“We’re the only one s-s-still missing! They’re coming!”

Robbie grabbed Leah as her tears began to fall. McCoy’s own eyes began to prick. He was exhausted and half frozen. He wanted to be in his own bed, close to Scotty warming up together. He grabbed his comm from Leah’s hand, and read the message.

Help was coming. They’d be safe soon. Relief flowed into McCoy and he pulled Scotty tight. His husband’s lips were cold as he met them, but the prince didn’t care. They’d be warm again soon enough!

Part 348

Scotty

"How l-l-long d-d-d-do you think it will take?"

After receiving the message from David, the boys had rejoined Leah instead of digging. Even though the positive news from the king had been a reason to rejoice, it felt like an eternity before anything happened.

When daylight finally penetrated the cave and the masses of snow in front of the entrance were moved out of the way, the rescued lads and lass could hardly believe it for a moment. Slowly, they helped each other to their feet and were soon surrounded by first aiders who asked them how they were and whether they were injured.

But it wasn't just the rescuers who rushed into the small cave, but also two very familiar people.

"Leonard! Leah!"

"Monty! Robbie!"

David and Francine!

Both the father of the royal children and the mother of the two Scottish brothers quickly ran towards their children, embracing them.

"Oh, thank God! Ye're all right," Francine tearfully exclaimed, as she showered kisses on her boys' faces.

"Aye, m-m-mum. We a-a-are fine."

"E-e-everything's o-okay."

Robbie heard David talking to Leah and Leonard as well, but he couldn't quite make out the words. Only Leonard's last statement was clearly audible.

"C-c-can we p-please go somewhere w-w-where it's warm now?"

He didn't need to say that twice.

It wasn't long before the four of them were sitting in the living room of the chalet. They had wrapped themselves in blankets and were now snuggled up close together on two sofas.

Robbie glanced at Scotty, who had his head on Leonard's shoulder and his eyes closed. It almost seemed as if he would fall asleep at any moment.

And Robbie also felt sleepy. The whole situation had been incredibly stressful and the warm blankets and crackling fire in the fireplace made it incredibly difficult not to fall asleep immediately.

The young Scotsman's gaze wandered over to Leah, who was sitting next to him and holding his hand tightly in hers. Her eyes were fixed on the fire, but she seemed to notice that Robbie was looking at her, because she quickly turned her head towards him and smiled gently.

Robbie's heart beat faster. He could still hardly believe his luck. Leah had actually said yes. She was going to marry him. And yet something was bothering the Scotsman.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly and Leah tilted her head.

"What do you mean?"

"The proposal. I... I had planned it all differently. It was supposed to be beautiful and romantic and–"

"Shhh." Leah put a finger to Robbie's lips, interrupting him. She smiled. "What's more romantic than proposing in a situation where everything seems hopeless?"

Robbie shrugged his shoulders. His original plan had been so perfect, but perhaps this situation had been much more extraordinary.

Before he could say anything in reply, however, the door opened and their relatives came in.

David and Eleanor. Francine and Alasdair. Even Dr. Boyce was with them.

"Here. Some tea and hot chocolate for you." Eleanor placed a tray on the table. By the time Robbie and the others had arrived at the chalet, the queen and Alasdair had been overjoyed to receive them. They, too, had been incredibly relieved that the youngest of the family were well.

"That must have been a very scary situation for all of ye. How are ye feeling?" Granddad looked from one to another.

[davnittbraes]

The Second Step - Chapter Fourteen

Part of The World Is Light, Embodied.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4600

Warnings etc: anxiety, angst, anxiety attack, mentions of past violence, S M U T incl a lil bit of rough manhandling, author reader clearly has a voice kink, like five seconds of thinking about restraints, squirting, Mando is the Fingering King and nothing will convince me otherwise, also has a begging kink because he needs to know he’s wanted, Fun With Mando’a, LOL should probably mention unprotected P in the V stuff but there’s a sci fi prophylactic implant involved

Notes: Time for a break from all this heavy emotional shit, these two need to let off some steam 😉

You hover in the doorway of Mando’s bunk, watching the kid take his first deep breath of true sleep. The curl of his tiny claws loosens around the body of the stuffed frog as his limbs relax, and you carefully tuck one of the frog’s legs into the hammock when it shifts with the movement. 

Stepping back, you lean a shoulder against the wall, keeping your voice low. “Fifty years old, huh? Still so much a child. His species must age very slowly.”

Mando is quiet, a still, silver and dark form in the dim night cycle light of the hold. You know he’s thinking about something, can tell by the tilt of the helmet and the set of his shoulders, but you don’t push. He’s told you so much already tonight, it’s ok if he doesn’t want to talk about it anymore.

You don’t need to know all of his secrets to know that he trusts you.

And that he cares about you. 

A soft sigh floats through the modulator, black visor turning to look at you. “Maybe. Or it could have to do with his powers.”

“Powers?” The word comes too loud in your surprise and you bite your lip. 

Kriff. Get a hold of yourself. 

Yeah ok sure. But powers?

He leans back against the wall opposite you. “He can lift things with his mind, heal injuries. Maybe other things, I’m not sure.”

Frowning, you sift through memories as they surface. “Huh. Like a Jedi?”

“You know about Jedi?”

His tone is almost incredulous, and you look at him, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t? Sure, the Empire tried to stamp out any and all record of them but the Imps couldn’t get to every cantina in every backwater planet. Stories about the Jedi are favourites, there - some might even be true. Though the one about a Jedi defeating the Emperor always gave me a laugh.”

The helmet tilts in amusement but quickly straightens to seriousness again, black visor turning to look at the kid. “I’ve seen them. His powers. He healed Karga, pulled poison right out of the wound and closed it over.”

Suddenly, a chill of understanding pours down your back, making your heart skip a beat with its intensity. “That’s why the Imps want him. He’s a Jedi.” 

Mando folds his arms across his chest, his voice dropping to a soft murmur full of memories. “When I took him back from the Imps, they were doing tests on him. Something with his blood.”

A kind of sharp protectiveness tenses your muscles at the thought of anyone harming the kid, mixed with anger and disgust. “I’ve also heard stories of the Empire’s experiments. He’s lucky you were the one who found him. At least you can protect him.”

“The Jedi can protect him better than I can. And train him, help him use his powers.”

You scoff, corner of your mouth crooking up in a smile. “You know where to find the Jedi? That’s probably more valuable information than the bounty on the kid.”

“Karga gave me a lead. That’s where we’re going now.” The black visor stays steady on the kid, his frame held by some strained tenseness, like he’s… 

Trying not to look at you. 

Why - 

No. No no no -

Dread clutches your throat with an ice-cold grip. Somehow your voice squeezes past it. “You’re going to give him to the Jedi.”

Your heartbeat thumps loud in your ears, once, before he answers. 

“Yes.”

Your lungs are screaming for air, but you can’t focus enough to breathe, every part of your mind reverberating with the sound of that single word. 

A flash of light, then more, memories flickering across your vision - all of them containing soft coos and bright squeals and tiny claws curling around your fingers and a helpless little form in a baggy robe and big, amber eyes watching you with affection reflected in their bottomless depths.

Not even hours ago, you had finally accepted that this is where you truly wanted to be, for as long as you could. 

Right here, watching the kid sleep peacefully, Mando by your side. 

Your stomach turns, hot and sick as you watch it all shatter into a million pieces. 

It takes a moment to realize you’re moving, legs striding away from the bunk and across the hold, away from the sight of that one thing you had so recently decided you wanted and would soon have torn away from you - 

I thought you weren’t going to run any more -

Shut up -

The refresher door slides open - when did you get here - and you step inside, hand fumbling with the locking mechanism as your vision blurs and you can’t see, where is the damn thing -

Worn leather grasps your fingers, stilling them. 

“Tionas.”

A shuddering breath wracks your chest, and you cling to his hand, pulling him in, needing his strong, steady frame to hang on to as the room dips and turns. 

Silver and black flash across your vision, soft modulated words pierce through the rush of blood in your ears. 

“Hey. Just breathe. You’re ok. It’s going to be ok.”. 

Your arms curl over his shoulders and you sink into his embrace, tucking your nose into his cowl, breathing in the scent of him. His hands glide steadily up and down your back, coaxing your heartbeat to fall into rhythm with their motion, keeping you close. 

It’s a little surprising, how quickly the anxiety melts away, like this.

But guilt quickly swoops in the replace it, pouring from you with rushed words. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t - I don’t have any right to be this upset, he’s been with you so much longer, I shouldn’t -“

“Stop.” The word is gentle despite itself. “He cares for you, too. This won’t be easy, on any of us.”

You can almost feel the pain in his voice, an echo of the sharp tightness underneath your ribcage. 

Loss already experienced. And loss not yet felt. 

It’s all too much, these last few days have been too much pain and not enough -

The ache in your core flares to life, reminding you of the muscle twinges you’d felt all day, sore in the most pleasant of ways after last night. 

Last night. 

When the man in front of you had pulled you apart and made you forget everything except him, him and you and the pleasure your bodies created when brought together. 

The surge of want that shoots through your body almost shoves you into action, hands twitching with the desire to grasp at him, slip under his layers, feel him -

Boundaries. Respect his creed. 

Breathing deep to recenter your focus, you press closer to him, nosing into the curve of his neck as your hands drifts down his sides. “I need you. Please? Can I have you?”

He pulls away quickly and for a moment you panic, anxiety bursting back to life - too much too far shouldn’t have -

Then he’s reaching back, pressing the locking mechanism for the door and hitting the light switch in one movement, and there’s a flash of silver as his hands grab his helmet just before the door slides shut and the room is pitched into darkness and there -

His lips are on yours, breath hitching against your cheek when your hands grasp at his flightsuit, tugging with an insistence you can’t hold back, the arousal pooling between your thighs fuzzing the edges of rational thought. 

He cups your face with both hands, gloves warm and soft on rapidly heating skin, lips moving over yours with some kind of desperation before pulling back just enough to murmur into your gasping mouth. “Say it again.”

Oh pfassk -

That bare, rasping voice - so much more thrilling than your memory serves, full of a delicious blend of demand and plea, curls into the heat of your arousal. 

Your own voice is already breaking, cracking in your throat tight with want. “I need you. Please.”

He groans, a wordless reply that catches on your tongue as his mouth takes yours again.

It’s an onslaught, a needy push-pull that has you backing up against the refresher wall for balance while his solid form molds to yours, his large hands cup your jaw and his lips steal the breath from your lungs. 

His hands suddenly disappear and you whimper at the loss, your own sliding around his lower back and gripping tight to the fabric of his flightsuit to keep him close, not let any other part of him slip away. 

There’s a soft slap-slap - his gloves hitting the floor - then his hands are back on you, warm skin and smooth callouses and long fingers that hold your head steady while he kisses deeper, pulling a rush of heat between your thighs and a moan from your chest. 

The end of the sound echoes through the refresher as his mouth leaves yours to run along your cheek, press to your ear. “Thought about those all day, back on Nevarro. Those pretty sounds you make.”

His hand tilts your head back, teeth scraping along your ear lobe, his breath warm as he hums in approval of your answering whine. “Had to keep quiet there - still do, kid’s not far. But I keep thinking about what sounds you’d make for me if you didn’t have to stay quiet.”

A hot pulse of pleasure makes your thighs squeeze tight - pfassk, it’s so hot, the low rumble of his voice, dripping with innuendo, and oh kriff his free hand is grasping your thigh, big and warm and strong and it hauls your leg up to curl around his hip and glides along the inner seam of your leggings to -

Your hands fly to the edge of his breastplate, gripping tight against the dizzying rush of pleasure as his fingers cup your already-throbbing cunt through your leggings.

His lips are back on yours, a soft moan vibrating against your mouth. “Fuck, feel you, already so wet and warm -“

Your hips rock into his palm, his fingers press over your entrance, words panting hot. “For you, please, need you -“

Words dissolve from your thoughts as his hand moves, sliding under the waistband of your leggings and underwear and diving between your thighs, long fingers slipping through your folds. Calloused fingertips catch on your clit and your breath stutters, chokes, hips rocking messily into the pressure he immediately applies, head falling back against the wall with a thunk, pleasure sparking over your body. 

He presses open-mouthed kisses down your throat as his fingers take up a steady rhythm, words falling against your too-warm skin in a rush. “Can’t stop thinking about laying you out in a real bed, a big one, soft, so you can be comfortable in every position I put you in. And pulling those sounds from you, as loud as you want to make them.”

Images flash across your hazy thoughts, pictures painted by his words - a plush mattress under your body, soft sheets that crumple between your fingers when you clutch at them desperately while he fucks his cock deep into your cunt. 

Heat spirals through your core like a whirlwind of fire, making you shudder at the intensity, and you bite your lip hard to stop the cry that builds in the back of your throat. His hand suddenly shifts and the cry pushes loose, bounces around the tiny room as two long, thick fingers breach your entrance, shoving deep. 

His free hand presses over your mouth, his groan buzzes against your pulse. “Want you to come for me.”

You barely manage a frantic nod in agreement - kriff yes please - before his fingers are slipping out of your pussy and back in again, slick sound telling of how wet you are. 

Oh pfassk that’s so good -

Again and again they thrust at just the perfect -

Your entire body trembles, bright burst of pleasure pulsing the walls of your cunt as his fingertips graze a spot you’ve never felt before, startled moan muffled by his broad palm. 

His chuckle murmurs over your skin, shivers down your spine. “Right there, cyar’ika?”

A quick thrust and his fingertips curl and press and -

Once twice again -

Your orgasm rushes through your body, trembles your thighs, yanks the breath from your lungs. 

It’s so hot and blinding and -

His teeth nip at your throat and his moan dances over your skin as your cunt clutches his fingers hard, slick gushing around them. “Yes, come for me, fuck feel this pussy so tight -“

Then there’s the release and you gasp for air, grabbing at his shoulders, leg falling from his hip, your muscles shivering with aftershocks. 

Sliding his fingers from your cunt, he removes his hand from your mouth to kiss you deep, tongue flicking over yours. Your core throbs again, pleasure flaring once more at the press of his hard cock through his clothing. 

Your hands flex, burning with a need, an overwhelming desire to touch, and you have to clench your hands into fists to stop them.

Boundaries. Respect his boundaries. 

Pulling back enough to mouth along his jaw, you hum at the pleasant scratch of his scruff on your kiss-swollen lips. “Can I touch you?”

His hands grasp your waist, clutching as if he needs to steady himself. The sound of his ragged breath makes you pause. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. It’s ok -“

“Yes.”

The sharp, desperate hiss of his voice shoots right to your pussy. 

Crikking hells, this man is going to ruin you for anyone else. 

Pressing a kiss of gratitude to the underside of his jaw, you trail your hands down his chest, beskar cool under your fingertips. Then there’s the abdomen plate, the belt, the coarse weave of the flightsuit -

Your cunt clenches with need as your hand curves over the hard length of his cock through the fabric. 

For a split second you debate on just begging him to fuck you so you can get that cock inside you where you want it, but then his hips rock forward, his fingers dig into the softness of your waist, his forehead falls to your shoulder and yes you want this, want him to come apart in your arms. 

Your fingers fumble with the fly, find the opening and slip inside. 

His moan shudders over your collarbone as you push past the thin cloth of his underclothes and find bare skin and him -

Oh kriff. 

His cock is deliciously thick and warm and heavy in your hand, skin smooth and soft, stretched tight and hot and he’s so hard, pulsing against your palm. 

Your own breath stutters, lips turning to his curls at your cheek. “You feel so good, let me make you feel good, ok?”

His groan is sharp in your ear as your hand curls around him and strokes up. Moisture beads at the tip and you twist your palm over it, smearing it down his length. 

He trembles hard, a hand leaving your waist to smack against the wall by your head. “Fuck, just like that -“

His voice rasps over your skin, low and rough with pleasure, straight to your core and your clit actually throbs with need, thighs pressing together for the tiniest bit of friction. With a long stroke and a smooth turn of your wrist, you pull more moisture from the head and a whimper from his chest. 

It’s so hot, feeling him pulse in your hand and hearing him moan in your ear and knowing it’s you making him feel this good. 

You want more, want to feel and hear more of him.

Again and again, you slide your grip along the length of his cock, sounds falling from him setting your body alight. 

Your free hand dives into his hair, nails scratching lightly, earning you a shiver and a sharp thrust into your grip. Arousal burns across your thoughts, words tumbling from your lips. “Come on, give it to me. You love the sounds I make? Kriff, I could listen to your pleasure, your voice, forever, come on wanna hear you fall apart.”

His hips roll into your grasp, fingers scrape over your waist, groan buzzes against your neck.

Turning your face toward him, you dip down to find his ear. “Your cock feels so good in my hand, in my pussy - wanna taste you so bad, feel this cock in my mouth, taste your come on my tongue -”

Suddenly his hand is gripping your jaw, thumb and fingers framing your chin to hold you still as he kisses you roughly, leaving you gasping when he pulls away.

He growls against your parted lips. “You have no idea how much I’ve imagined that, how many times I’ve fucked my fist in this very room thinking about you -“

Want overwhelms your senses and you’re surging forward before you know it, swallowing his words. He chokes out a whimper that you chase with your tongue, firmly gliding along his in sync with the rhythm of your hand - 

Showing him what you would do if it were his cock instead.

He pulls back sharply, leaving you gasping, then he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand out of his flightsuit to press it against the wall by your head. “Gonna make me come like that.”

You huff a laugh, fluttery with need. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”

Humming low in his throat, he grasps your free hand and presses it to the wall like your other one. “I want to fuck you first. Make you come so hard that tongue of yours falls silent again.”

A thrill of anticipation laced with arousal ripples down your spine at his words - and at the strength buzzing in his grip, underneath the surface of restraint but still there. 

It’s a foreign sensation, being held like this, pinned to the wall by someone with the ability to overpower you. You’ve never liked being restrained, for pleasure or otherwise. But this…

This is him, and he spills blood to protect you and holds you gently when you’re spiraling and pushes aside his own pleasure for yours. 

Somehow that makes it so much more. 

Arching your hips against his, you lean in to nip at his jaw, murmur over his skin. “Then do it.”

Your wrists are suddenly free, but you don’t have the time to wonder at the tiny dip of disappointment that skitters through your stomach because he’s yanking your leggings and underwear down your legs in one rough motion. You start to toe off your boots but he’s already spinning you around, pressing you against the wall, holding you steady as your steps falters, unbalanced, leggings and underwear tight around your thighs. 

His hands pull your hips back, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of your ass, and you only get a moment to set your palms against the wall, bracing yourself, before the head of his cock is slipping between your slick folds. 

Your forehead falls against the wall, cool durasteel on too-warm skin. “Oh pfassk yes -“

He pushes in, deep groan echoing around the refresher as his cock sinks into the warm clutch of your cunt, voice choking off into a slew of Mandalorian words when you squeeze your walls around him, instinctively trying to pull him deeper, faster. 

It’s a thick press of pleasure, his cock shoving into your core, with your thighs tight together he feels so kriffing big, pushing into all the perfect places so your eyes roll back and a shaky whine bounces off the wall in front of your mouth. 

Then he’s pulling back, slowly, dragging his cock through your pulsing heat until just the head sits snug inside your entrance, and you feel so devastatingly empty, only having just been filled by him but instantly wanting him back. 

He leans in close, lips brushing over your ear. “Say it again.”

Your thoughts churn sluggishly through the haze of arousal, piecing back through the previous moments to when this had all started. There, that’s what he wants. “I need you. Please.”

His hips slam forward and his cock fills you to the brim. A strangled cry punches from your chest, and his hand slides over your mouth once more, muffling the next cry as he draws back to shove forward again. “So pretty when you beg, cyar’ika.”

The rhythm he takes up is sharp and quick, almost brutal, offset by the gentle grip of his hand over your mouth and the line of kisses he places down the curve of your neck. The contrast reels through your senses, heartbeat pounding to the time of his thrusts, pulls your orgasm to the forefront, sends a rush of slick down the length of his cock. 

He noses along the corner of your jaw, words punctuating by the force of his movements. “Fuck, this cunt, so tight and wet - listen, can you hear it? Can you hear your pussy crying for my cock?”

The wet sounds of where your bodies join drifts through the haze and your gasping breaths - you’re absolutely soaked, now you notice the hot lines of slick running down your inner thighs, glide of his cock pulling more from your cunt, the way your legs are pressed tight together meaning there’s no where else for it to go. 

It’s unbearably hot, hearing how much your body wants him while feeling the drive of his cock through your core. Pleasure spirals up and up, your clit is aching for friction but you can’t move, hands pressed tight to the wall to hold yourself steady, and then the hand on your hip shifts, tilts you backward just a little, and the head of his cock slams into that spot he found earlier and white bursts at the corners of your vision, light in the pitch-dark of the room as he draws back and does it again, and again and again -

You’re coming so hard you can’t see or hear or -

Legs shaking toes curling in your boots fingernails scrabbling at the wall -

There’s wet heat and the drop and you’re shouting into his broad palm, knees finally giving out and you start to slump forward but the hand on your hip shifts quickly, arm wrapping around your waist to hold you up -

Crikking hells he’s still fucking you -

The sounds are obscene now, his cock shoving through sopping wet folds, each thrust ending with a smack of soaked fabric against your bare ass, his deep grunts mingling with your weak keening whine. 

You’re floating, practically unaware of anything but the pleasure radiating from your pussy, bordering on too much yet somehow not enough.

His voice is in your ear, his thumb strokes over your cheekbone. “Fucking perfect, ner kotyc dala, take my cock so well, say it again for me -“

He bites into the curve of your neck and you cry out, shudder hard, knees shaking with the effort to stay upright. His hand on your mouth falls away but you can’t find words, can’t form them on your tongue, only rasping whimpers that sound like they’re coming from someone else far away. 

His huff of laughter is thick with his own pleasure, brushing your cheek as his hand curves around your throat. “There you go, lost your words again. It’s ok, mesh’la, don’t think, just feel.”

Then the hand on your waist slips between your thighs and a fingertip grazes your clit and shocks of pleasure rip through your body, arching your back into his thrusts, high-pitched moan caught in your throat by the warm weight of his hand. 

He picks up his pace, fingertips pressing tight circles over your clit over and over in time with the short, hard thrusts of his cock that slam right against that spot and you’re coming again -

Hot wet full tight yes -

His growl vibrates over your shivering skin, sharp with a note of something almost like pain, cock pulsing hard against your fluttering walls and heat floods your core, seeps out around the thick of him with each thrust, drips down your thighs. 

Your pleasure finally releases you just as he sinks deep and stills, arm banded around your hips to keep you there, hand gentle but firm on your throat. 

A few moments pass, your breath still fast and sharp, exhausted limbs screaming for oxygen, constant shiver running through them.

Then his lips gently glide over the soft spot behind your ear, fingers on your jaw turning your face toward his, and you slump back into his arms as his mouth captures yours in a kiss that shakes with the last remaining aftershocks of your orgasm. 

His cock twitches once, twice, still deep inside you, pulling your focus back into the moment, and slowly your senses drift into place.

The air in the room is hot, the scent of sex clinging to your skin with the damp. His arm is strong and firm around your hips, his hand on your throat shifting to cup your jaw as he deepens the kiss. The chill of his armour seeps through your shirt, the rough weave of his flightsuit presses against your ass -

Why am I so wet?

Panic floods your system and you reel with the shift.

Wait no it’s -

Oh pfassk. 

He pulls back, concern obvious in his voice. “You ok?”

Amusement and wonder mingle with the haze of spent pleasure. “I’ve never done that before.”

A pause, then he’s sliding his hand down between your thighs, running his fingertips through the evidence of your intense orgasm. “Did it feel good?”

“Uh. Yeah.” Incredulity seeps into of your voice but you can’t bring yourself to care, no matter how strange it sounds in the soft hush of the room and the pleasure haze still floating around the two of you. 

His chest vibrates with silent laughter, lips curved in a smile as he kisses you. “Then I can’t wait to make you do it again.”

Male pride is heavy in his voice and you can’t stop the snort of laughter, knowing it’s definitely inappropriate for the moment but when he joins you, breath bouncing off the curve of your neck as he nuzzles into it and wraps both arms tight around you, it doesn’t seem so jarring. 

You stay like that, catching your breath, simply existing in his embrace, the feel of his stubble on your skin where his lips press, the twitch of his cock still buried inside you. 

The memory of your conversation earlier that night flickers on the outskirts of your thoughts, the pain in his voice as he told you how he’d found the kid. So different from his voice now, sated but light with contentment, maybe even something close to happiness. 

Your heartbeat skitters, the warm bright thing in your chest glowing.

Tilting your head to rest your cheek against his curls, you slide your arms over his, squeezing them around your body. “I meant it. You’re a good person, and you’ll always do the right thing, no matter how difficult it is.”

A faint tremor runs through his frame, followed by a sigh that ghosts over your collarbone. His voice is so soft, but it still reverberates through your thoughts. “Nothing is too difficult, with you by my side.”

Your throat closes with emotion. There are no words that convey what you’re feeling, and all you can do is nod once, letting him feel the movement against his hair.

I know. Same.

***** Mando’a translations

mesh’la - beautiful

cyar’ika - sweetheart

tionas - a question

ner kotyc dala - my strong woman

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[neighborlywelcome]

i am a 5'5 - 5'6 18 year old kinda maybe girl ( lol im still figuring that stuff out :> ) i identify as a demigirl and use she/it pronouns.

looks wise i have brownish greenish bluish eyes ( im told lmao ?) and long curly brown hair. i'm a bit what i call pudgy as i love to eat like alote pfffft, and style wise i adore alternative kinda wismy looks, my fashion is mixed but i give off a sorta angelcore etheral vibe on my best days :D other days ( most days lol ) i rock the pj look like all the time. mostly my fave pair

Hiya!! i hope you are having a lovely day <3

i'm here for a tadc matchup if you please ! :>

my pronouns are it/she ( lol ichee ) my gender identity is like girl but not? i'm still figuring myself out tbh

i'm still questioning my sexuality but ik i'd be comfy with any character except kinger ( still love em but platonically like a silly dad/grandpa figure lol )

personality wise i am a bit 💫quirky💫 lmaO i try my best to be kind and understanding of others but if someone disrespects me iv been through enough to b like ok f i g h t m e GVBFVVFG jkjk , alas i am to squishy for that and will just seeth, i love talking and listening abt anything really but as an introvert i go quiet at times and go b by maself for a little while, i am a w k w a r d at first as i get a lil shy and junk but i open up pretty quickly tbh, anyways ummmm interests yeah ! i love any cartoon really-my favorites are arcane, mlp , and rwby along with collecting do dads like lil figurines and such, i enjoy learning abt the universe and just how things work to!

Now as for my type and favorite date ideaa- i kinda go for my opposites tbh those i compliment well , its also a big plus if there protective tbh gvhfbfbgh, i'd love to just have a quiet day together watching movies and snaking as a date or maybe going for a walk with ma s/o and talkin abt evreything and nothing :)))

hmmmm now just the extras ! my zodiac sign is leo, i am a bit short, i l o v e pink like id say honestly anything pink is my aesthetic lol-well pink cybercore + etheralcore really but yeah !

And lastly heres

anywaysssssss !!-byeeeee ✌️

Thank you for the request, I hope you're having a lovely day too! I think your ask got a bit mixed up in the shuffle, but it's no trouble!

YOUR MATCHUP IS...

RAGATHA!!!

I think you and Ragatha would be a perfect pairing! You balance each other out since Ragatha is a bit more extroverted than you and you’re more shy. But both of you are sweethearts and that kind/compassionate energy draws you to one another!

Ragatha loves the fact that the two of you could talk all night and all day about anything together. She’s a great listener for whenever you want to say something and likewise is not afraid to give her two cents whenever she’d like to ramble.

Besides your endless conversations about anything and everything, Ragatha would love the fact you get shy and she is very gentle and patient with you, especially on your more quiet days.

She’s nothing but attentive to your needs and happily indulges you in your hobbies like watching cartoons and movies. Ragatha is a pretty chill person and doesn’t mind going on relaxing dates between the excitement of the adventures and whatnot.

Of course, she’s also super protective and reliable. Spending eternity with Jax has made her tough and her only real fear is centipedes so if you ever need her to step in, she wouldn’t hesitate to.

And she thinks all the pink you wear is adorable! She likes everything about your looks, especially that you’re on the shorter side so she can pick you up and carry you around easily (if you want her to)!

[corelliaxdreaming]

SWrarepairs 2023 Dear Creator Letter

This was so not supposed to be 2,000+ words, wtf...

First of all, thank you for writing for me! (And thank you for dealing with this massive letter omg.) No matter what, I absolutely can’t wait to see what you come up with. I’m pretty easy as far as fics go. If you want to ignore everything in this post and only incorporate the pairing, that’s fine! I enjoy anything from tooth-rotting fluff to soul-rending angst, any rating at all, and I only have a few DNWs. I’d prefer no noncon/dubcon/cheating/violence/etc between the main ship, but if they’re included elsewhere, as long as there’s a heads-up, that’s fine. I don't mind hard angst such as character death, even characters in the requested ship. Also please try to refrain from amatonormativity/compulsory sexuality – philosophies that all people inherently desire romance/sex and would be happier without them. As an aromantic asexual myself, I love a good ship, but that stuff isn't for every single person.

As for what I do like, my very favorite thing in the world is hurt/comfort, particularly of the emotional variety. If, even metaphorically, someone is crying and someone is hugging them, I am very happy. Being an anxiety sufferer myself, I also have a soft spot for seeing characters dealing with mental illness stuff, anxiety and depression particularly, especially if their partner/s are there being super supportive and helping them through it. I've also recently started therapy and working on my own coping skills, and I love to see my faves using them to help themselves/each other. Any kind of porn with feelings also never goes amiss. Being aroace, I absolutely love to see my faves being represented as on either or both of those spectrums. I know this is a romantic/sexual-based exchange, but if you felt like throwing in a queerplatonic relationship as well (or instead? Is that legal?), I'm all for that.

As you can probably tell from my request list, my absolute favorite part of Star Wars is the fighter pilots. I love the angst inherent in the constant battles and always being on call and losing people. The stress and exhaustion. Pilot/pilot pairings knowing they could lose the other in battle at any time. Pilot/non-pilot pairings with the non-pilot feeling so helpless as they watch their partner go off to fight and so relieved when they come back. Commanders hurting because they care about their pilots so much yet there’s only so much they can do to protect them, and every death hurts so much. Just – pilot feels!!

For similar reasons, I love JFO. Cal is a perfect character for me – all angsty and hurt and sad but also determined to do the right thing and learning and growing and u g h. He just needs a nice boyfriend.

I know we're carefully separating different SW sub-fandoms, and that's kind of complicated, but I will mention I prefer the Legends side of things when there's a choice (unless stated otherwise). But I'm not a canon hater, and it’s always interesting to see where what can happen when the two get mixed together. The X-wing book series (and the era in general) is by far my favorite time period. I’m currently reading NJO: Star by Star and will be finished by the time of reveals, so if possible I’d prefer something without (or with very light) spoilers past the end of that book. I'm also interested in seeing things set during this time.

I prefer to see any OC/OC ships with unspecified genders be queer in at least one way – whether it be one or both of then is trans/enby, mspec, acespec, arospec, etc etc. That doesn't necessarily mean they can't be m/f, but queer aspects, please. :)

I think we still include our own AO3 links on these just in case, so here’s that – https://archiveofourown.org/users/icandrawamoth/profile.

As for thoughts on the particular pairings I requested:

Wedge Antilles/Wes Janson (C-EU)

I'm interested in how the Fab Four's relationships change in canon now that Tycho is out of the picture. Especially with Wes and Wedge, once Hobbie is also gone post-Hoth. Two FACPOV stories have shown us these two are close, with Wes being Rogue Squadron's XO. Surely I wasn't the only one who thought for a hot second they were gonna hook up in the ROTJ one?

Wyl Lark/Sonogari (C-EU)

The books tell us this relationship just sort of didn't work out, and I respectfully disagree. Wyl deserves a nice, soft boyfriend to help him will of his nice, softness (and sadness) – even if he does die later.

Original Downed Rebel Pilot/Original Farmer Hiding Them From the Authorities (OT) Original Overworked Rebellion Therapist/Original Overworked Rebellion Medic (OT)

These both seem like great opportunities for h/c! Especially the therapist/medic. Such mutual potential angst and comfort. :D

Idealistic Resistance Pilot/Jaded Former Rebellion Pilot (ST)

This sounds like fun. I'd prefer to not see it that the Resistance pilot just “fixes” the Rebellion pilot's views. Maybe more like they affect each other and more both come closer to the middle of that binary.

Pilot Who Stayed With the New Republic/Their Resistance Pilot Lover (ST)

Juicy! Would love to see it focus on their different ideologies, especially if it's one of my fave things where the NR pilot doesn't necessary disagree with the Resistance but just isn't the kind of person who can leave their whole life behind and live like that – and they can still do good where they are. Would love to see the Resistance pilot understand this, even if they are frustrated by it. And at the end of day, even if they don’t quite see eye to eye, their love is strong.

Tallissan Lintra/Paige Tico (ST)

I still ask myself constantly how I fell in love with Tallie with like five seconds of screentime and two lines of dialogue, but here I am. Paige is my fave lady to ship her with. I like the dynamic that it's very much Tallie's actual job to protect Paige while in battle. (I know I can't actually request additional character, so totally feel free to ignore the rest of this section.) It's be nice to see Tallie be friends with Rose, as with the sisters being so close, I feel like that would be a thing. Quadruple bonus points for any mention of Tallie's sister, Kallie, who was mentioned for like two sentences in the ROTJ junior novel.

Cal Kestis (JFOS)/Wyl Lark (C-EU)

When I absolutely fell in love with Cal even before JFO came out, I needed a good boy to ship him with. The game didn't really provide, so I went looking elsewhere in the saga and came up with my other favorite good, soft boy at the time: Wyl Lark. I played with the idea of Cal somehow getting cryofrozen or whatever and waking up the same age in Wyl's time, or Wyl somehow getting transported to Cal's time, but if you choose to write this, is whatever you wanna. Also a fan of Force-sensitive Wyl. Obviously you're not beholden to this, but I headcanon Cal as asexual bi and Wyl as demisexual pan.

Bode Akuna/Cal Kestis (JFOS)

And then Survivor gave us Bode! At first my headcanons with them were very soft, and then – oof, that reveal. Really anything goes here that involves these two genuinely caring for each other. Canon-compliant, AUs, whatever. I don't tend to read/write a lot of Jedi, and I've loved what I've seen of these two connecting through the Force if that comes out in time. I also looove the idea of Cal being a virgin when he gets together with Bode and Bode being all gentle and caring and leading him through his first time. (I mentioned above no dubcon/noncon, and I know some people would consider Bode's identity stuff that – I'm cool with this pairing, no matter how you play that.) As mentioned above, though you're obviously not beholden to it, I do headcanon Cal as asexual (and both he and Bode as bi), and it would also be cool to see them figuring this out together.

Wedge Antilles/Tycho Celchu (Any), Wedge Antilles/Tycho Celchu (Legends)

*yelling* My #1 OTP! 10/10 will adore anything where they’re together. Something set during that first six months after Tycho’s defection where Wedge was afraid to get close to him and wouldn’t even call him by his first name? Yep. Any type of Lusankya-related angst? Yep. Trial-related angst? Yep. Tycho comforting Wedge when the burdens of command are too much? Yep. Wedge comforting Tycho when the burdens of command are too much? Yep. Anything about what they're doing during all that off-page time in early NJO? Yep. Role-reversals of any kind? Yep. Literally anything? Yeeeep. (Bonus points if anything with Tycho set in NJO features him Not Vibing with the Jedi's pacifism bs.) Genuinely my favorite thing in the world is to just beat one of these guys (usally Tycho, but either way is great) over the head with angst and pain until they break, then have the other one gently put them back together/help them put themselves back together. <333

Nejaa Halcyon/Scerra Halcyon/Rostek Horn (Legends)

Look me in the eye tell me there wasn't something with these three. (Okay, I respect it being what it is canonically, but also.)

Tycho Celchu/Corran Horn (Legends)

You know those things you start shipping as a joke and then – oops, feelings? Yeah. At some point along the way, I just got really invested in these two being friends, and I’m interested in that becoming into romance as well. I especially love the idea of them really bonding after Corran’s return from Lusankya, with having that shared trauma between them. Corran leaning on Tycho to help him though it, Tycho finally having someone to talk to who really gets what he went through. Or maybe it’s before that, Corran trying to deal with being attracted to Tycho while also not trusting him? Big headcanons on Corran being bi and not quite ready to accept it. The two of them struggling while in quarantine on the Lusankya together. Or even something later on, once all of that is done with and they trust each other and are flying together. Tycho is pretty eager to jump to help Corran during I, Jedi. Or maybe Tycho supporting Corran through his exile nonsense in NJO? (Bonus points if anything with Tycho set in NJO features him Not Vibing with the Jedi's pacifism bs.) Anything goes.

Wedge Antilles/Corran Horn (Legends)

That said, I also got a little spark of “what if this pairing?” on my last X-wing reread. Maybe something to do with Wedge's reluctance to get close to the new Rogues, but Corran getting under his skin anyway? Nothing really specific, just intrigued by this premise.

Wedge Antilles/Tycho Celchu/Luke Skywalker (Legends), Tycho Celchu/Luke Skywalker (Legends)

With the popular pairing being Wedge/Luke, and my personal OTP being Wedge/Tycho, I'm just kinda interested in smooshing those two together. Maybe two are already together and third pines? Idk. On a similar note, just Tycho/Luke. Again, nothing real specific for these two pairings either, just find the idea interesting. (I am intrigued by the possibility of Force-sensitive Tycho, so maybe that could be something to play with?)

Wedge Antilles/Broak Vessery (Legends)

The always-wonderful Rogue Podron podcast put me onto this one with how they talked up Vessery and his interactions with Wedge. I like what similar characters these two guys are: both skilled pilots, super dedicated to the people flying with them. Not exactly allies, but not exactly enemies, being forced to work together for a greater goal. I like the idea of something happening between them on Isard's base, like non-even-quite-friends-with-benefits, just an understanding of each other as people and blowing off steam, maybe getting some comfort. Again, I know I can't really request additional characters, but bonus points for Tycho opining on the situation, whether he doesn't like it or is encouraging.

Wedge Antilles/Tycho Celchu/Wes Janson/Derek “Hobbie” Klivian (Legends)

Ah, the classic OT4. I just love how these four are always together in the X-wing fics. Friends, lovers, any combination among them? Golden. Just some random ideas: How the four of them got together and in what order. Dealing with Wedge being the only one there when Tycho got back from Lusankya and Wes and Hobbie not being able to see him for some time. Dealing with their separation while Hobbie and Tycho are with the Rogues and Wedge and Wes are with the Wraiths. Or, y'know, anything. ;)

[papaziggy-devblog]

Gabin nsfw alphabet? 👉👈 💦

Y'all nastay, but I love it |D

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Gavin’s form of aftercare is laying there cuddled up to you having goofy conversations, looking at memes, and silly pillow talk. Generally just having a kinda relaxing yet lighthearted time with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) He's an ass man... Big.. small... doesn't matter to him, your ass is never safe, expect it to be smacked randomly and without warning

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) His cum doesn't really have much of a taste, it's kinda light but volumous. Boy can actually squirt it pretty far too, he got range

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He talks a big game but he's 100% a virgin, never even held hands with anyone let alone kissed them. Boy has never had anything close to a partner, but he still keeps trying

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) His right hand has more experience than him, followed closely by his left. He kinda knows what to do tho, and he's practiced putting a condom on a banana enough that he's at least gonna be good at something :P

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, mating press, That one where you're both laying sideways

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Oh he can be hella goofy during, but it's all a mask to hide the fact he's absolutely losing his shit inside that he got this far

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Eh, average grooming? Like it's not a total mess but he doesn't keep it immaculate. He'd get more in the habit of grooming better if you asked tho

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) In terms of romance he'd be cheesy as hell, going solely off what he's seen in movies. Showing up in a suit with a bouquet, pulling your chair out for you to sit, using all sorts of corny lines, even if he stumbles over them a bit... Thats what you're supposed to do right?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He jacks it at least once a day if he has time, sometimes more.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Handcuffs, breeding, biting, praise kink, dirty talk, money shots, gagging, play fighting are a few

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Any room in the house. You could convince him to try out in public but he'd be nervous

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Flirting with him, revealing clothing, seeing you bend over

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Age play, gross out stuff, noncon, stuff like that

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He's kinda greedy and prefers receiving, but he'll almost always want to reciprocate, or go down on you if you've had a hard day

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Kinda a mix of both, he'll start out slow and gradually pick up the pace as he gets more into it. You'll get him going more if you're vocal, he loves to hear your little yelps and moans~

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He's down for quickies no questions asked. He'd love to just drop what he's doing and be fucked by / fuck you then and there, he'd have fun with it though and tease you throughout

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He's a little iffy on risk, but he's open to it if you really want, as for experimenting he's open for most kinds, and you could probably talk him into trying most anything else

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He can go about 2 rounds at a time, give him a chance to refuel and hydrate after tho and he's good for another set

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He owns so many toys... Pocket pussies, plugs, vibrators, a pair of nipple clamps etc..

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He'd tease you a bit but not too much, he wants to see you finish on his cock way too much to resist for too long~  He also really loves being the one being teased as well

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He's talkative, and he grunts a lot, asks you how you like that, tells you how good you're doing, vice versa asks if he's doing good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He's a switch, 40/60 even split, submissive leaning. But he's mostly just happy to be here

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 7 inches, decent girth. He also has a tattoo... somewhere

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Pretty high. He's down to pretty much go whenever and he's super easy to work up

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Once you're all done and finished he can stay up for a decent while after... Unless he's comfy and cozy in the blankets... Let that man cocoon and he'll be out in seconds

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Bad Decisions

Pairing: Crosshair X Fem! Jedi Reader (no y/n)

Description: You cannot handle Crosshair. After him doing something bold during a mission, you two have some tension. Later at 79′s, things escalate into more bad decisions.

Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, drinking at 79s, angst and hate, swearing, Cross being a tough dom, p.i.v. sex, oral (m receiving), light choking and spanking, f fingering, some degrading

Word Count: 5.0k (im not sorry)

A/N: My first smut fic im nervous MINORS GO AWAY DONT INTERACT, I hope my first time writing a sexy scene is okay let me know what you think! Gods this is filthy. Also contains some friendship with Cody because I love him. If you see typos or grammar mistakes NO YOU DIDNT I wanted to get this out ASAP lol. Also this is just in time for kinktober haha.

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“What was that?” You gestured with your deactivated lightsaber towards the wreckage. Remains of battle droids and parts of the buildings scattered everywhere from the explosions. There was still smoke which rose up high into the air, defiantly being the signal that would let the rest of his squad know that things were finished. 

“It did the job, didn’t it?” The still helmeted clone came down to your level from his position on the rooftops, climbing down a ladder with one hand holding his rifle.

You stomped up to him, who towered over you in height. “You blew up their town! We’re lucky we evacuated them before this all started!”

“See, I didn’t kill anybody.” His sarcastic words mixed with his permanent sly tone made you more aggravated with him than you already were.

“We can’t be going around blowing up the towns of those we have ties with. The senate is not going to be happy when they learn that we used rhydonium to blow up part of a residential complex!”

Crosshair took off his helmet and tucked it under his arm. The look on his face was of his signature gloom and unamusement. “I cleared out the droids, those were my orders.”

“And my orders were to clear out Separatist influence here, not be destructive!”

“I did what I had to do. There were too many droids, they would have over taken the two of us if I hadn’t done something. I basically saved your ass.” He had pulled out a toothpick, seemingly out of nowhere, and was jabbing it in your direction as he spoke. 

“Saved me?” Unbelievable, you thought. “I was doing fine, I’m a Jedi.”

“Well, Jedi,” The title spilled off his tongue like it disgusted him. “you should thank me. And if you forgot, I don’t follow rules or codes. I take orders and execute them at any cost.”

You really despised this clone. From the way he carried himself to the seemingly bad ideas he often made on a whim. When Hunter’s instructions were vague, he often took matters into his own hands. All the time you have worked with the Bad Batch, there was always something he did that got on your nerves. This time you had to clean up his mess and you were not ready to try to explain to the counsel what happened here. 

“Fuck you, Crosshair!” 

He said nothing. Looked at you for a brief second. You felt his stare drag up and down your body. It slowed and lingered in places, eventually landing on your face again.

Then he had the absolute audacity to say, “Is that a threat or a promise?” 

You let out an agitated sigh and did not reply to that. 

“Let’s regroup, I need to have a word with your sergeant.” You shoulder checked him, shoving him with all your built up anger, and walked passed him. 

His footsteps followed behind you in a respectable distance. He could easily close that distance with a few quick strides. He didn’t, feeling the tension between you both linger as you walked on. “No need to be so angry, darling.”

“Don’t call me that.” 

He chuckled deeply. You felt it rattle in the air. It traveled to your bones. It did not help your growing headache. You were hoping things would clear up after you had talked to Hunter, Tech, and Wreaker. Then you needed to deal with matters back on Coruscant, which you were not excited for.

~~~

You downed the contents of your glass in a single swig. 

“Woah,” Cody laughed, “easy there.”

“I need it.” You put your glass down on the bar with a satisfying click. You turned around and laid your back against the bar, looking out into the busy club and stretching your arms out. “Had a rough day.”

“I can tell,” Cody sipped from his glass.

By some miracle, you had talked your way out of trouble with both the Senate and the Jedi Council. Nobody was joyed at the fact that the town you were assigned to protect had been damaged by explosions. What mattered was you got the civilians out safely and cleared out the enemy where they were not permitted. You still mentally beat yourself up for allowing such a thing to happen. But your excuse had been that force 99 was known for doing things not by the book. And with Hunter’s approval, put full responsibility on the fact that they had been assigned to you. 

You had been so stressed out that you needed a night out to clear your head.

After you had dealt with the problem you were presented with, you cleaned yourself up, wore something nice, and made your way to 79′s. You had ran into Commander Cody on the way out, and invited your old friend for a night out. It was night on Coruscant already and the club was buzzing with activity from its other patrons. The music was bumping, the bass traveling through your body with every beat. The sound of clones and others drunkenly talking and laughing and gossiping rattled around the building.

You had replaced the previous chaos with another type of chaos, but this one soothed you.

“I worked with force 99 today,” you told Cody and he let out a chuckle, being aware of your complications with that one member of the team.

“He give you a hard time again?” he asked.

“You could say that,” you sighed.

“Don’t worry about that.” Cody put an arm around your shoulders in a comforting way. “You’re here to relax. I’ll buy you your next drink. And maybe later we can go dancing, if you like.”

Thank the Maker for this man.

You and Cody spent the beginning of the night together. You two chatted and laughed through the music, saying hi to any familiar faces that walked by. After a few drinks, you were feeling the excited affects of the alcohol and dragged Cody to the dance floor. You danced away all the tension and stress that had been building up inside you all day. And for a moment you forgot you were a Jedi, not having a care in the world and not thinking about the war. 

After what felt like a couple hours spent at 79′s, Cody took your hand and started to pull you off the dance floor. You pouted as he pulled you through the crowd of clones and others. He gave you a soft smile over his shoulder.

“I should head out, I have to rise early tomorrow morning. Me and the General have a mission on the outer rim.” Cody rose his voice so you could hear him over the music. 

“Aww, already?” You whined, stumbling in your heels a little. Cody’s hand was right at your waist to catch you if you fell.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He patted you on the back in a brotherly way. “You will be alright here by yourself?”

“I’ll find some entertainment.” You giggled, now back and leaning against the bar. “See you on the field, Commander.” 

He returned your light-toned salute with one of his own before he disappeared into the crowd and out of the building. You were sad to see him go a bit early in the night, but knew Cody was not one to party too hard. If you wanted a crazy night that resulted in a hangover, you would call a few friends from the 501st. 

You turned around and eyed the bartender, and without needing to ask you what you wanted, he handed you a short glass of the cocktail you had been ordering. With a light thank you, you brought it to your lips.

Suddenly, a slithering voice from right beside you said, “Eventful night?”

Not even needing to look to your left, you knew who that voice belonged to. You choked and your cocktail sputtered out of your mouth, splashing onto your hand and the front of your jacket. After a second of regaining your composure, you looked up and sure enough there he was. 

Crosshair was leaning on the bar, a glass of dark liquor in his hand and toothpick hanging from his lips. He gave you a blank yet amused expression from witnessing you spilling your drink on yourself. Another thing that added to your shock was seeing him wear something other than his clone armour. A leather jacket and dark jeans. It was an odd sight but you were overcome with enough irritation to oversee it at the moment.

You slammed your glass on the bar. “What are you doing here?”

“Same as you I assume,” he said, lifting his drink almost in a cheers motion. 

“How long have you been standing there?” you asked in an annoyed tone, grabbing a napkin to dry your mess.

“Since before you came from the dance floor with the Reg.” 

He plucked his toothpick out of his mouth and took a swig of his drink. Whiskey. You watched his movements with loathing.

“You’re exactly the last person I wanted to see tonight,” you practically growled at him, “and here you are, chilling with a glass of whiskey right beside me.”

Cross looked down at his glass, “How’d you know?”

“I can smell it.” you spat, bringing your own glass to your lips without breaking eye contact with him as you stared him down.

That was not the only thing you could smell from him. There was a woodsy scent coming from him. In juxtapose to the sharp and sour smell of alcohol on him and in the air, there lingered that softer smell. Was that cologne? Your senses seemed to focus on it.

“You clean up nicely, this is the first time I’ve seen you not so...uptight,” he said, putting his toothpick back into his mouth.

Not many people you knew saw you in anything other than your Jedi attire, only those who ran into you at 79′s. Tonight you had gone all out, hoping that you might catch someone’s eye. A cropped lacey top was poking out from the opening of your jacket, a leather skirt making the outfit a little more flirtatious. You had done your hair and makeup as well. Defiantly deviating from what a Jedi is expected to look like.

You rolled your eyes at him, “I could say the same for you, but I might vomit.”

Crosshair chuckled darkly.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I am and I will.”

You growled, “Why am I still here? I came here to get away from you!”

Cross downed the contents of his glass before standing up to his full height. Even in your heels, he was still this tall and intimidating image. “Why do you always act like such a bitch?”

“I’m not a bitch, you’re a fucking prick!”

He was all up in your face now, cornering you against the bar. “Do you actually want to test me? Cause I will make you regret every word that comes out of that loud mouth of yours!”

His words and his tone, for some reason, went straight to your core. A flush crept up on your face and burned into your skin. The sudden urge to tighten your legs together twitched at you. 

The distance between you both was filled with tension. All the other times you both had been in a room together the tension felt like burning anger. But this moment...it felt...electric. A new kind of tension. You had no idea where it came from. Maybe it was because he had you basically bent over backwards onto the bar, or how his statement could be interpreted into another way. Alcohol could have been a factor as well.

Your eyes scorched into his amber ones. They then darted down to the toothpick hanging from his lips. The tip of his tongue was swirling it around. You stared at it and a filthy image popped into your mind. It made you shutter, but that shutter was not one of disgust like they usually were.

You leaned in closer. He froze and did not dare to move. Slowly, without breaking eye contract with him, you got close enough to gently grab the toothpick from his lips with your own. You pulled back just enough to have some distance while still in close proximity, and let the small piece of wood hang from your mouth in the same way he does it. 

Crosshair looked dumbstruck. You mentally praised yourself for making the clone who always knew what to say absolutely speechless. That looked turned into one that resembled a hungry animal. Feral and possessive.

With him looking at you like this and the seductive move you had just pulled, you realized something for the first time in your life: Crosshair was incredibly sexy.

His eyes wandered further and you felt the heat of his stare scan down to your chest, lower to your hips and thighs. They lingered on your leather skirt that suddenly felt too tight on your body. The strong smell of his whiskey coming off him made your head spin. He inched ever so closer, his next words whispered.

“You’re playing with fire, darling.” 

This was the first time that you did not snap at him from calling you that. You were overcome with the feeling that you wanted him to call you that again. 

You shrugged playfully and whispered to him, “Maybe I’m just a bitch.”

Cross raised his hand and let it land on your arm, before having his fingers travel up your bicep, shoulder, the bare skin of your neck, your jaw, to your lips. He gently took the toothpick from them, brushing against the plush flesh before retreating. 

“Maybe you are,” he whispered back.

“Keep talking to me like that and my tipsy ass I might do something.” Your words were almost threatening, but in the whispered exchange it was seductive. 

“Really?” He was so close now that you could feel the vibrations of his voice. “What’s on that mind of yours?” 

You decided to finally scratch that seething itch you were feeling, one that might have been buried deep inside of you for so long. During the biggest fuck it moment in your entire life, you grabbed the collar of Crosshair’s jacket and slammed your lips onto his. His hands found your waist as you felt him kiss you back instantly. It was heated and almost aggressive. You were being leaned even further onto the bar top as Crosshair seemed to get overly into it. You did not complain.

When you pulled away, you saw his eyes were blown with lust. 

“Come home with me,” you said with a crack in your voice.

“Absolutely.” 

~~~

As soon as you shut the door to your small city apartment, there was zero space between the two of you. Crosshair had shoved you up against the door, kissing you roughly once again. One hand was on your waist and slithering its way into the opening of your jacket, while the other was tracing the leather of your skirt and grabbing your backside. You were completely turned on by everything about this, seemingly fueled by the fire of your hatred for this man. But you wanted him so badly.

He helped you out of your jacket without breaking the kiss. When it was tossed on the floor, he pushed you back against the door and raised his knee to press between your legs. You whimpered, the need for pressure and friction there being teased. Cross pulled away from you to chuckle.

He took a good look at you, “One second you’re yelling at me and the next you want me in your bedroom.” A hand went to the zipper on your skirt, slowly pulling it down. While he did that, you pulled your shirt over your head. “Oh fuck me, darling,” he hissed and yanked your skirt down so you could kick it off you. 

Underneath you had worn a red set of lacey lingerie. 

“You wore these to 79′s thinking you were gonna go home with some reg?” He tisked you teasingly. “Pathetic.” He then brought his lips right up to your ear, they brushed against your earlobe. “I’ll show you a better time than any reg could ever give you.” He left kisses on your ear and let them drag all the way down to your neck and collar bones. “No reg deserves a body this beautiful.”

Your legs almost collapsed right there. His words had never made you feel this way until now. Words coming out of that mouth often made your blood boil. Now they were making a different heat rush all throughout your body, making you hot and bothered and weak and desperate to be touched. It made you wonder what else that smart tongue was capable of. 

His arms snaked around your torso and up, painstakingly tracing the lace of your bra. His long, slender fingers continued to travel towards your back. They finally reached the clasp and he unhooked it in one swift motion. That told you he had experience. You shuttered again, for what felt like the millionth time.

He slid the straps off your shoulders and dropped your bra to the floor, revealing your breasts that were perky from your arousal. Crosshair’s fingers traced themselves around their shape and eventually gently grasped them with his hands. He gave them both a squeeze. A small whine left your throat.

“Just so you know what you’re getting yourself into, I don’t play lightly. After I warm you up, I’m not going to hold back.”

He kissed you again, a lot softer than before. He was easing you into it, testing the waters. Then you realized he was asking for your consent.

His next words confirmed your suspicions, “If you’ll let me.”

You were astonished at his gentle tone despite the burning desire in his eyes. This was the calm in the storm, the eye of the hurricane. A small pause before he would be all over you again. You were surprised that he even had a gentle side to show, even for a brief moment. 

But you were ready for where this would go. “Take me, Crosshair.”

He smirked at you and you sucked in a sharp breath.

In painstakingly slow motions, he helped slide your panties off your ass and down your legs. He did not even let them drop completely before he was kissing you roughly again. The fabric had gotten caught around one of your heels, which were still on, you would have tried to shake them off if it wasn't for what he did next.

While still pressing you against the door, his hand dived between your legs. Your cry was muffled as you felt him circle the wetness that had pooled at your opening. He moved up wards just slightly to tease your sensitive bundle of nerves. It was the slightest brush, but you writhed in his arms.

“So sensitive,” he purred. He knew what his teasing was doing.

“You really are a prick,” you hissed at him through your teeth. But he shut you up by putting pressure on your clit again, making you throw your head back and hit the door.

“Maybe I am,” he chuckled. You had to let out a breath of a laugh at that, remembering his words at the club. He then slipped one finger into your opening, making you squeak in surprise. “Oh you’re so wet already. I always suspected you would be such a slut.” He put a second finger to join the first.

“Huh?” you breathed, it coming out more as a moan than something comprehendible. 

“I’ve wanted to rip your clothes off ever since the first time you screamed in my face.”

You laughed brightly at that and he chuckled again. But you were right back to moaning when his fingers probed deeper into you. They curled beautifully inside you, finding a spot that no one else you had been with found before. You gripped the front of his jacket tightly as he lifted one of your legs with his other hand, guiding it from behind your knee to rest around his waist.

The state he had you in was driving you crazy. Against the door, fingering you, fully naked while he had not taken a single thing off. 

“Crosshair,” you moaned his name. He growled in your ear at that. “Holy fuck.”

“Enjoying yourself, baby?”

You nodded pathetically.

He slid his fingers out of you and pushed your leg back down so he could begin to strip his jacket off. While he was doing that you reached for his belt and fumbled with the buckle. 

“Eager little thing,” His jacket dropped and he pulled his shirt over his head. He was beautifully built, a slender toneness with strong biceps and abs. Grey hair was softly scattered across his chest, which lead down his waist and dipped into his pants. You wanted them off so badly. Crosshair saw the desperation in your eyes, so he helped you undo his belt and zipper. 

He roughly pushed you down to get on your knees. “Show me how much you want me.” You obeyed, looking up at him with innocent eyes as you pulled his jeans and underwear down past his hips. His hard cock sprung free right in your face and you did not hesitate to gently grasp it with one hand and bring the tip to your lips. You lapped up the bead of precum slowly and he sighed in content, “That’s a good girl.”

You wrapped your lips around him and took as much as you could, letting your hand hold the rest. His growls were driving you insane and going right to your pussy. His fingers threaded through your hair and lightly tugged on your scalp as you began to bob your head on him. Tears were already swelling in your eyes from how he hit the back of your throat on every stroke. You paced yourself, reminding yourself to breathe, and took him like something from a naughty holovid.

Crosshair’s growling turned into mumbling curses, spilling with praises as he began to move his hips in time with you. And when you looked up at him with your beautiful eyes, a gag trying to push its way out of your throat, his knees felt weak. He gripped your hair harder and began to fuck your throat with some force, you squeezing your eyes shut and taking what he was giving you.

He quickly yanked you off of his cock and huffed heavily, “Damn baby, you’re gonna make me cum too early.” He helped you up off the floor, turned you around to spank your ass, and pushed you forwards towards your bedroom. “Move it!” You obeyed, feeling him continue to poke at your cheeks along the way. Your giggles made him chuckle, and his lips were on your neck.

“You’re a loud mouth in bed, Cross.” You jabbed at him, feeling his teeth begin to nibble at your shoulder playfully. You could defiantly get used to hearing him talk so much now. His often silent and independent demeanor was nowhere in sight, overcome by this animal that was hidden all along. 

“Hands and knees, I’m fucking you right now.”

You did not hesitate to craw onto your bed. It was like you could feel him watching you, so you made sure to arch your back nicely and sway your hips. He followed behind, resting on his knees and bringing a hand up to stroke at your pussy lips from behind. You twitched under him, anticipating the moment he would finally give you what you wanted.

After another slap on the ass that left you whining, he lined his cock up to your dripping hole. He slowly slid in and the stretch made you sink to your elbows. The feeling of Crosshair filling you up made you let out a moan that softly shuttered through your body. 

“Oh fuck,” He seethed, his words adding to your own pleasure, “you’re so tight.”

When he moved you were gone. Your moaning grew louder with every forceful movement of his hips, mixing with the sounds of your ass slapping onto his pelvis. Crosshair’s grunting and soft growls were being burned into your memory, you not wanting to forget how you were making him feel. 

And when he knocked your knees further apart on the bed in the slightest, a new angle gave you more pleasure. You sinking lower made his strokes deeper, him being able to reach that beautiful spot inside you once again. His pace began to pick up as well, the hands on your waist letting him have more control over you. 

The absurdity of what was happening dawned on you in that moment. “What am I doing?” you said in between crying out.

“You’re not asking me to stop. You’re not regretting it.”

“I might later.”

“You’re loving it right now, so what does it matter?” He snapped his hips for emphasis, thrusting into you even harder now. The sounds you were making said that you were indeed loving it.

“Ohhh I fucking hate you!” You seethed through your teeth.

“I hate you too, darling,” he growled in reply. He kept railing you with the new force and let out a noise that was purely animal. “Oh, but I do love this pussy.”

Admitting it disgusted you, but he was the best you have ever had. He had you completely cock dumb from what he was doing to you. Something told you that you might not regret this later.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back. You let out another whimpering moan that let him know that you were all his. His other hand reached over to stroke your clit while still ramming into you. You were so overwhelmed with all the sensations and how good he was. The best kind of torture, physically and mentally. 

Crosshair was almost laughing at the whining mess you had become.

You were surprised at how quickly he was able to build you up. You could feel your release creeping up and your muscles tightening with it. He could feel your walls clench around him as you whimpered more and gripped the bedsheets, so he kept his pace steady and tortured your clit even more.

“Crosshair-” you choked on his name in a moan, “I-”

“I know, baby.” He let go of your hair and moved to softly grasp the front of your neck. He carefully pulled you back, making sure you were okay with it. More whimpering told him yes. “Cum for me!”

His sexy voice is what sent you over the edge. You trembled underneath him, screaming his name as he fucked you through it. He had some mercy on you to stop stroking your clit, but still held on to your neck as he brought his pace down. He let you enjoy the moment. “Good girl.”

You had never had a more beautiful orgasm than what you had just experienced. 

Crosshair slid out of you, leaving you feeling empty. He helped you turn around to face him, holding onto your weakened body firmly. You kissed each other again with hunger. 

He grabbed your boobs and pushed you backwards. “On your back,” he demanded. Despite your shaking legs, you did as he said. “I’m not done with you,” He climbed on top of you and settled himself between your legs again. Pushing back in, he gripped your thighs and kissed your chest and neck.

It felt different with having him on top of you, caging over you and having you down against your bed. His height made you feel small, like it often did, but here it felt exciting. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let your fingers thread through the short strands of his hair. 

After your release, his thrusts were impactful in your oversensitive core. 

He held onto you as he chased his own. His dominant energy was slowly fading as he got closer, becoming weak for you and how you were making him feel. His grunts turned into quiet moans, and that made you smile.

“I’m close, darling,” He burred his face in your neck. “Fuck,” he growled, “where do I-”

“In me,” you moaned, “I’m fine.”

He sputtered as his thrusts lost their rhythm. All is muscles tightened. He his back was glimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. His teeth sunk into your shoulder as he came, a moan coming from the back of his throat. His muscles all relaxed in his bliss, like any anger inside of him simply disappeared. 

You could feel his hot release mix with your own wetness. You held onto him as he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily next to your ear. You shoulder ached from his biting, but you did not mind at all. Thankfully it was in a place you could cover with your robes, you thought.

When he regained himself enough, he pulled out and laid down beside you. He clung onto you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and letting you rest against his chest. The gesture was comforting, another part of his soft side that you had witnessed tonight. An all new layer of Crosshair that made you want this moment and this night to last forever.

He whispered while out of breath, “I’m taking a break before I play with you again, I still want more.” His hand stroked your waist and hip gently. When he was tired from his release, he looked so a peace. So relaxed and content, just seeing it on his face made you feel the same. 

You nuzzled into his chest, then poked at his shoulder with a finger, “Your squad,” you huffed, “will never,” another huff, “know about this.”

“I’d never hear the end of it if they knew.” he sighed with a hint of a smile in his voice.

~~~

TAGS: @wolffes-eye​ 

[babblydrabbly]

Distracted (Peacemaker x Reader) Smut

Pairing(s): Peacemaker x F!Reader; Brief Javelin x Reader

Characters: Peacemaker/Christopher Smith, Amanda Waller, Javelin

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.5k+

Warning(s): Smut, language, mentions of blood/violence. Choking, cream pie, semi-rough sex.

Summary: Out on a Task Force X mission, Peacemaker notices you're acting... different. He generously offers to help with what's distracting you. Asshole.

A/N: What's this? Baby's first Peacemaker fic? Takes place before The Suicide Squad (2021). Metahuman!Reader has super strength/speed abilities. Also, what kind of vanilla name is Chris Smith.

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"Again?"

Amanda Waller arched a brow at your perturbed expression.

"My apologies." She droned. "Am I not stimulating you with enough variety, [L/n]?"

You scoffed, folding your arms in deference. It wasn't about that— It was about the deliberately repeated pairings with Christopher Smith. The dynamic that was becoming a pattern. You never would have worked with someone like Peacemaker on the outside. As much as you appreciated the job always getting done with him, you still bumped heads with him too much on the way to the finish line. He was frustratingly serious and flippant at the same time.

You decided to shut your trap before Waller decided she didn't need you anymore.

"You've got one skillset useful to me, [L/n]. I suggest you get used to the prospect of being paired up with Smith on a regular basis— While you're still around."

You nodded when she dismissed you. You had gotten used to it. You were seeing so much of Peacekeeper you were practically partners.

So, you pointedly sat to next the one called Javelin on the helicopter out of Belle Reve, as far away from Smith as possible. You were about to spend over twelve hours with him— It didn't have to start right away. While Colonel Flag gave you all the spiel on the mission, you glanced over and saw Javelin toss you a nod.

"You're Team B," The thrower noted over the whir of the helicopter. "[L/n], yes?"

"Yeah," you said. Your eyes flitted over the muscular squad member. He looked more like a superhero in his light blue and yellow get-up than the rest of you. You personally kept the lower half of your face covered with a black hard shell mask— Your armor from before you were incarcerated (Yes, you've heard the 'Baby Bane' jokes from the others). Even if you had to get used to working with a bunch of weirdos, you could at least conceal your face from them while you did it.

"You move very swiftly." He complimented, and you didn’t know how you were supposed to take that.

"Thanks," You tried, "I like your... weapon of choice?"

Javelin held his namesake in his arms, his legs spread wide to accommodate it as he rested it against his inner thigh. The innuendo normally would have had you rolling your eyes, but today they lingered, and you wondered if he still looked as broad and muscular without the suit on.

You frowned. Without the suit on?

Were you still staring down at his thighs?

You supposed he was a goddamn Olympic athlete at one point. And prison didn't seem to stop him from his regimen. —There it was again. You blinked and looked away, thankful nobody seemed to notice. Javelin seemed content with the brief introduction, so you left it at that.

Okay, so maybe it had been awhile since you...

You reprimanded yourself. These were not recreational outings. As much as you liked feeling free every once in awhile, you were never in a position to consider doing something so stupid. The last few missions were some of the closest calls you had while on the task force, but now that your job today was more about recon, you could at least let your mind wander to the less... imperative things. You crossed your legs at the ankles in front of you and let mind drift for the rest of the trip.

But christ had prison been rough. And a little boring. You didn’t have to think about Javelin moving closer to you for long— Pressing up flush against you— Before you were imagining yourself against a wall— Hell, right here on this bench— hooking your legs around his waist as he thrusted into you. You pictured him going for two, three rounds, that stupid suit lying on the floor with your back on top of it. You pictured him going down on you too, a handful of his wavy blonde hair in your grasp as you pressed your thighs around his ears. You swallowed behind the mask, glad it was there to hide your face.

You get dropped off an isolated point a few klicks outside the target area, the rest of the team traveling further in to handle the bulk of the mission. You lug some extra equipment in a canvas bag— Guns, surveillance tech— already annoyed by the heat.

The heat of the jungle. Definitely not the heat you'd been feeling in the helicopter. You walked a half mile in total silence just trying to focus on the mission again.

"What's got your tactical suit in a twist?" Smith finally uttered as you got to your destination. You almost forgot he had dropped down the rope onto the ground after you. He stood out against the green around you in his obnoxious red shirt and white pants.

"Nothing." You lied, and you could tell from under his helmet that Peacemaker thought you were full of shit today. Great.

You set up inside a small building— An outpost long abandoned. Whatever organization you were taking down for Waller, they clearly had to downsize over the years. You kicked open the metal door, sending it flying off its hinges. Smith entered first, clearing all the rooms before you joined him. Upstairs, you begin setting up the equipment together. Peacemaker started with standing up a rifle by the window, aiming it at the road below.

You fiddled with a tablet; You went downstairs to put a sensor on the door frame and on the rusted gate blocking the road outside. They were supposed to warn you when any vehicles were approaching, but when you came back up, it lost signal. You did this twice; You batted at the little screen, vexed. There were probably signal jammers over at the main compound that could still reach all the way out here. You thought about how Team A was doing— So inevitably, your thoughts drifted back to the damn Javelin guy.

"Jesus!" You snapped. You were grateful when you didn't break the small screen in half with your strength.

"Okay. What the fuck is wrong." Came Peacemaker's voice from across the room. You stood there without turning around. You took a breath, tossed the tablet onto the bag at your feet.

"Nothing is wrong, Smith. Fuck off." You said. You reached up and unclipped your vest. Beneath it, you felt the cool air of the shelter hit your jumpsuit. You tossed the vest on the floor, then turned around. "When are they supposed to get here?"

He quirked a brow, as if proving his point. Since when didn't you remember the mission details? Rather than give him the satisfaction of thinking you were slipping you waved your own question away.

"God, never mind."

He scoffed. You watched him remove his helmet and gloves, setting them down carefully next to his own pack. He'd made his own area across the room from yours, another tablet showing him a view of the road propped up against the wall. Smith took a seat on the floor; The two of you were going to have to play the waiting game now.

In silence. The thought made you pinch the bridge of your nose right above where your mask stopped.

"You know, I've been at Belle Reve for four years now." You finally relented. You leaned back against your wall, folding your arms over your chest.

"Yeah? So?" Smith retorted. You rolled your eyes.

"So," God— You were really confiding in Christopher Smith. That's what it was coming down to. "I haven't had sex in four years. It's... not a big deal— Nothing's wrong. That's just what I was annoyed about earlier, you know? Consider me over it."

"That why you were ogling the Javelin in the copter today?"

Shit. Shit!

You dropped your arms. "You piece of garbage. You saw that?"

"I'm garbage? You're the one sexually harassing our fellow teammates with your eyes."

"I was not sexually— Nope. I'm done. You're ridiculous." You said. You reached down and went back to your tablet, busying yourself with it idly.

Peacemaker did the same. From the corner of your eye, you just knew he was doing it smugly.

"You know," He said after a few minutes, "If that's all you're bitching about, we can just get it over with."

"Excuse me?"

"You and me. Target's not coming in for another six hours, by the way. You don't need that much time do you, 'four-years-dry'?"

You stared at him from across the room. When you didn't reply, Peacemaker set his screen down so damn casually you consider just shooting yourself in the head.

"You're off your game. I'm not going to let you compromise our objective."

You threw your hands up. "There it is. You're like a broken record."

"What? Am I fucking wrong?"

"No, you're fucking crazy."

"Get over here." Smith instructed in a low voice.

The words shot up your spine, sending a very mixed signal to your brain. Directly across from you, Peacemaker was pinning you with an expectant look— One that was clearly a challenge. It pissed you off.

It was the look he used when he said you couldn't rip a guy's spine right out of his back— It dared you. And when you did succeed, you would shoot him an equally smug look in return. Your back and forths were always crass, always a test of who would back down.

You weren't normally so brutal when you worked alone, but something about Peacemaker brought it out of you. Whenever you were paired together, it was like your powers weren't something you had to hold back. They were something he was always prodding you to embrace. The jabs, the snark— It made you want to punch him in the face.

Standing up, you crossed the room. Smith didn't move as you stepped over his legs, as you leaned down to straddle his waiting lap. He simply watched you shift around until you're comfortably seated, your hands resting on his shoulders. He moved to place his own on your thighs but didn't do anything more.

"Well?" You said.

He shrugged, "Your call."

"What am I gonna do? Dry hump you?"

"Hey, if that's what it takes."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Fuck."

Finally, you reached up, unclipping the back of your mask.

"Whoa, wait—" He started, finally reacting to this ridiculous situation, but you already had it off, in your hand.

"I—" He stared at you. You shifted, feeling nervous as you stared back. It occurred to you that you'd never seen him shocked before.

He blinked. "I've never seen your whole face before."

That wasn't true— was it? You tried to think. "What about in Cuba? We camped out for like three days. I had to take it off to eat at least."

"I didn't look."

"You didn't look."

"I don't fucking know! You wear that fucking thing everywhere. When you took it off to eat I assumed you didn't want me looking."

"Wow. How courteous."

"Fuck you."

"Well, isn't that what we're doing here?" You said, putting your hands on your hips stubbornly. Smith's were still resting on your splayed thighs.

"I can't wear this when we— How am I supposed to...?"

He snorted softly, "Don't tell me you're a romantic, [L/n]."

Nothing about this seemed romantic. Least of all with him. Still, if you were going to take the opportunity, you were going to do it your way. You looked him over.

He had a few tufts sticking out from wearing his damn helmet earlier. You reached up and brushed some of it back into place at his temple first. Smith blinked up at you, his brows pinching together.

"This okay?" You heard yourself asking him. He eventually nodded once, watching you as you placed your palm on the side of his face. Finally, you leaned down and caught his lips with yours in a long kiss. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to know his reaction.

But you felt him return it. Slowly at first— Then he was kissing you back. You moaned somewhere in the back of your throat as he ran his large hands up and down your legs, his fingers folding to grip your ass tightly. You were already reacting, already so touched starved. His lips parted, and you felt him swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, over the front of your teeth. You opened for him, your tongue darting out to meet his hungrily.

You tugged at the front of his uniform. Without a word he reached down to pull it up over his head, the fabric dropping off somewhere beside you. You glanced down at his bare chest. You ran your hands over it, dragged your nails down his pecs experimentally. When you looked back up he was still watching you.

Your mouths crashed to meet again, this time with a fervor that threatened to split your bottom lip with every bruising kiss. You felt his hands on you again, pressing into your sides, your waist. He didn't move to take off your clothes, so you drew your hands to your own chest, pulled the zipper of your suit all the way down to your stomach.

He took the invitation, and you gasped when he roughly reaches in and cups a hand around your breast; He kneaded it, brushing his thumb over your nipple. His other hand worked at your shoulder, yanking the rest of your suit off of you. You reached back and tugged the sleeves off, finally exposing your upper body.

You felt the clasp at your back come undone, and Smith was tearing your bra off next. A muscular arm came around to scoop you up by the waist, bringing your chest closer to him. He leaned down, took one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Smith—" He bit you roughly, and it sent a shock of electricity up you. He palmed your other breast again, tweaked at your nipple until your back was arching into his touch. You squeezed your thighs around him.

Then he was back in your face again, bruising a kiss against your lips as you took a breath. Your eyes flew open when you felt the press of his fingers to your mouth. You shot a look at him, but didn't object when he pushed his index and middle fingers past your lips. You sucked them hungrily, your eyes fluttering shut again.

"Fuck," Peacemaker murmured, feeling your tongue swirl around the digits. You slurped sloppily until they were soaked, until he was pulling them back out with a light pop. He brought his hand down to the base of your suit, where the zipper stopped just above your pelvis. A pair of black panties peaked out from the V shape there, the same shade and material as your bra. You gasped when Smith finally pushed down past the layer of cotton, gripped his bare shoulders when you felt his wet fingers dip right into your cunt.

"Fuck," He said again, because you didn't need any help down there. "You're so fucking wet."

You expected to feel humiliation— To hear a joke about how it really had been while. But all you felt were his warm, thick fingers; He ran them up and down your slit, pressed them in small circles around the peak of you a few times. You cursed, your head falling back. Smith leaned up to kiss your throat, teeth dragging across the base of your collarbone. He bit you some more, daring to take your meta-human skin between his teeth. You cried out, your arm reaching to wrap around his head in pleasure.

Smith slid his fingers up into your pussy. He crooked them, scissoring them inside you. Your hips bucked, unable to resist meeting his short thrusts. You felt him grin against your neck. "Damn, baby."

"Shut up." You whispered, letting your hips rolling down to fuck yourself on his fingers some more. When he slipped in a third you moan loudly.

"Fuck! Fuck me." You demanded, yanking the short hair at the back of his head. A groan left Smith's lips, his head jerking back. Quickly, he removed his hand from your suit, pulling the rest of your clothes further down your waist. You lifted yourself off him, but Smith didn't wait. He picked you up and lifted you both off the floor. You grabbed at him as he laid you down on your back, his body between your legs. Then he was ripping off the last of your suit, tearing your boots off.

"Watch it," You snapped— If he fucking ripped anything you—

"Oh please." He huffed, and your thoughts stopped in their tracks as you watched him lean back on his knees above you, undoing his white pants. His cock sprang free from a pair of just as white underwear, his arousal already thick and ready. You stopped yourself from expressing how the sight of him made you even wetter.

He took a moment to drink in your face, a hint of that smug smirk forming. You growled, pulling him down by the neck again before he ruined the moment with speaking. Smith caught your lips again, his hand running down your naked body. He gripped one of your legs and nudges them apart, planting his knees between you.

Despite his earlier preparation, it was nothing compared to the feeling of his cock pushing inside you. You groaned as he entered you, your walls stretching around his length. Your back arched as you took him in, eyes rolling a little into the back of your head.

"Fuck— Chris—" You shuttered. His hands squeezed your thighs at the sound of his name leaving you. You heard his breath shake, his hips remaining utterly still as you got used to the size of him. Opening your eyes, you looked up to see him waiting for you; You nodded once, another moaning already escaping in anticipation.

It was like a brick wall knocking into you. Smith didn't hold back as he began fucking you— Knew you could take it— what with your powers and all. The idea seemed to drive him, and he began hammering into you, his hands moving to bracket your hips so he could fuck you better. Faster. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

Fuck— You couldn't think. You arched up off of the floor as you rolled your hips to meet Smith's. It felt like he could keep up this pace forever the way he wasn't stopping. Your breathing turned to panting, a high whine escaping you when he shifts just right— he picked you up again. You arched up into his arms, holding yourself up from around his neck as he fucked up into your soaking cunt. You bounced on his cock, a sheen of sweat blooming across your skin.

When you opened your eyes, Smith was still watching you intently— witnessing every little expression on your face while he fucked you. You could hardly discern what he was thinking. All you could focus on was him ramming you, the feeling of his cock hitting and stretching you out.

“Choke me.” He said, and you have just enough wherewithal to oblige. You wrapped your hand around his throat, pressing firmly on either side. You felt the tightness of his skin shifting under your touch. His pulse beat a fast rhythm in time with his rough thrusts. The strength of your grip was a little vice tipping Smith over the edge.

The look on his face, his eyes closed as he tried to control his breathing sends a jolt up you. You used your other hand to slip two fingers down between your folds. They found your clit, making quick work of bringing you to close to climaxing. You shuttered as you felt the tight coil of it building. Finally, with a cry you were coming, squeezing your legs around him as your hips rolling through every wave of it. Smith groaned, picking up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm until your walls were fluttering from the unrelenting stimulation.

“Going to—“ He warned, and you squeezed the hand around his throat harder, making his eyes roll up. You whimpered as you feel the hot spurt of him fill you, his hips finally locking as he pumped you with his cum.

You both took a moment to catch your breath, your hand releasing from Smith’s neck so he could take in a long gasp. His skin was reddened along his throat and chest. You saw the beginnings of your handprint bruising around his Adam's apple, your fingers a mark on his skin. You hung onto him like that, your arms back around his shoulders for balance.

“Fuck.” You finally said. Out of habit, you checked your watch to assess where you were on the mission. He took your chin in his hand, drawing your eyes back up to him. You saw that his hair had fallen back into his eyes, his face glistening with sweat.

“I’m not done with you.” He said. It sent a shiver through you. You felt your walls flutter again, some of his cum leaking out with his half-hard cock still firm inside you. You gasped as he pulled you off of him, guiding you down until you were turning around on all fours on the floor. You glanced over your shoulder, already craving the feeling of him filling you up with his cock again.

And fuck it, you two do take the whole six hours.

[cyborg-franky]

What about Law's NSFW 👀👀

I Please still love me~

N/SFW Under Cut

A = Aftercare He tends to leave that up to you, if he hasn’t done any damage then he doesn’t need to worry about it. He has a very ‘you knew what you were getting into’ attitude.

B = Body part Face and hands. He really likes when someone has a bright smile, he’d never say that though, but he loves them. Hands are also a weakness for him, he can tell a lot by a person based on their hands.

C = Cum Prefers to cum inside people then on as then it’s not his mess to deal with. He isn’t turned off or on by cum otherwise.

D = Dirty Secret He had a very promiscuous past that he tries to cover up.

E = Experience In his youth [preskip] he got around a little [a lot] paired with the fact he knows what he’s doing thanks to books means he’s probably going to be the best you’ve ever had physically.

F = Favourite Position Over a desk, doggy style, anything that feels good but also feels less personal. If he’s in a committed relationship with someone he enjoys being on top, smirking down at how he can play his partner.

G = Goofy There was a time when he was a lot less up tight and may have made a sarcastic banter back and forth with his partner.

H = Hair Neat, not messy, isn’t fussed about how his partners keep there’s as long as it’s hygienic.

I = Intimacy If you’ve managed to get him in a relationship, he tries to be comfortable with intimacy, but it always needs to be on his terms. He’ll spoon you when he’s comfortable with you. If what you have is just sex then you don’t have much of a chance to see this side, if it’s a regular occurrence he might accidentally left soft gestures slip in.

J = Jack Off Doesn’t when he needs to but isn’t once a day like some people, more like once a week.

K = Kink Being left alone, okay but really. He was very into tying his partners up at one-point, public sex too.

L = Location He prefers to have sex at his partners places/rooms that way he can leave when he wishes.

M = Motivation Preskip Law was like a rabbit; his motivation was because he can and wanted to feel good about himself. Much higher sex drive. Now it’s if you catch him in the right mood.

N = NO Daddy kink – He does not like to be called daddy. He can’t handle it due to his messed up past and losing his father and father figure.

O = Oral He prefers to get it then give it. As long as your clean he doesn’t have an issue if you really wanted him to perform oral on you. Teases a lot while giving oral.

P = Pace Depends, he goes from slow and sadistically teasing to brutal and uncaring. If he cares about you he lets you set the pace.

Q = Quickie Pre skip Law was always at it, quick ones to pass the time were preferable. Now if he has sex it’s going to be properly or not at all.

R = Risk He prefers to be very pirate now but still doesn’t give a shit if someone see’s.

S = Stamina His stamina is more mood dependent then what his body can do. He can last ages if he wants to and he can make himself be done in moments.

T = Toy Too confident in his own abilities for a toy to be in the mix.

U = Unfair He likes to tease, he likes the power trip, the begging, the neediness in his partner’s voice. He can edge you for hours if he so wishes.

V = Volume Always been the sort of person to make low grunts and huffs, never been loud. Doesn’t have a preference in his partners volume as long as they make nice sounds.

W = Wild Card He likes eye contact when you are going down on him, he likes to pull hair also.

X = X-Ray Decent, clean, long but not overly girthy.

Y = Yearning Pre skip he would fuck anything going, would never turn it down. Now he’ll think maybe once a month ‘yeah I could get some fuck’

Z = ZZZ The man can barely sleep, having sex rarely does anything to help him sleep. He’ll get up, have a shower and work for another five hours.

[twistnet]

nsfw alphabet [ chibs telford ]

WARNINGS ─ gn!reader, smut [ oral sex, cum, kinks, masturbation ]

DISCLAIMER ─ if you are under the age of 18, do not read [ nsfw content under cut ] 

a = aftercare [ what they’re like after sex ]

is one to light a cigarette the minute the act is done, patiently waiting you come down from your high and maybe, gain some feeling back in your legs again. his hands is coaxing you to even your breathing as he pulls you to rest against his chest

once he’s stamped out his cigarette, he’s pulling on a pair of briefs and walking to the washroom to get you cleaned up. if a bath and a change of sheets is needed, he’ll get that together for you and get the bedroom all squared away until you’re ready to join him once again

b = body part [ their favorite body part of theirs, and also their partner’s ]

his gentleman side would say that his favorite body part on his partner is their mind and tongue. nothing sexual about it, but he loves to hear you speak your mind, take control of the area you are in and take no shit from anyone

now, his more non-gentlemen side would say he’s a sucker for chests [ boobies or not ]. he loves laying his head there and listening to your heartbeat but also loves pressing his face right into your sternum. getting to bit and lick and mark every inch of the skin

on himself, he would say his hands. years of garage work, motorcycles, and other things have roughed them up quite a bit and he gets a small spark of joy when he gets to run his clast finger tips down any part of your exposed skin

c = cum [ anything to do with cum basically…i’m a disgusting person ]

going back to the above, on your chest. getting to paint you with his cum gets him hard all over again, and is not embarrassed to groan at the sight. oh, but you happen to swipe up some of the cum on your finger and pop it in your mouth? you might have just killed him

on the flip side, he does like cumming inside you, but likes to ask before doing so. but if given permission, loves watching it drip out of your hole. and might push some of it back in with a loving smile

d = dirty secret [ pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs ]

playing the game that you don’t know each other at a club party, and him taking you to his dorm for a little fun time. has never said anything, but has thought about it often

e = experience [ how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing? ]

with a previous wife and plenty of croweaters that he’s had his way with in the past, there is no denying this man has gotten around. he might try the first time to use what he’s used on croweaters before, but quickly finds that you might tick a different way and has to relearn basically everything. but don’t worry, he’ll make sure to get plenty of practice in

f = favorite position [ this goes without saying ]

missionary. standard & reverse cowgirl. doggy-style. spooning. 

g = goofy [ are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc ]

while he tends to be serious most of the time, he finds that if he can’t laugh something off like you getting a cramp midway through, or he fumbles while trying to get into a position, then the relationship won’t last

h = hair [ how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc ]

has truly given up on keeping groomed. use to in younger years make everything nice and clean, but has since stopped as he just doesn't want to do it anymore and regrowth is a bitch. now, he does trim so it doesn’t get too long

i = intimacy [ how are they during the moment, romantic aspect… ]

very affectionate in a private setting. pulls you in close and loves to just be able to touch you and have you surround him in anyway possible. whispering sweets words in gaelic, holding your face in his hands. that kind of thing

j = jack off [ masturbation headcanon ]

never really used his hand to get himself off, as there was always a croweater nearby to help him out and be his companion for the night. since he has started a relationship with you, he might do it more to keep himself faithful while on runs. he doesn’t do anything with the croweaters on runs, even though it’s always been something the married men have always done, he’s not one to partake

k = kink [ one or more of their kinks ]

tit-fucking ─ going back to his fascinations with chests, having the ability to run his cock against your sternum turns him on so fucking much. sometimes, he’ll do in unprompted, but sometimes, you pat your chest and he’ll quickly get into position

stockings ─ any color, any detail is fine with him. they look so pretty against your skin and are so soft. will literally buy you one in ever color. they stay on while everything else comes off.

l = location [ favorite places to do the do ]

his/ your home or in his dorm at the clubhouse. both are safe places for him and there is less room for interruptions and he can focus he’s sole attention on you

m = motivation [ what turns them on, gets them going ]

a strong confidence paired with a mouth that has no problem telling someone off or letting people know what you think. you sitting or riding with him on his bike -- also wearing his helmet. kicking ass against some of his brothers -- winning a drinking game, a round of pool, or darts. jeans that seem to hug all of your curves. leather attire of any kind. you speaking gaelic

n = no [ something they wouldn’t do, turn offs ]

sharing you with someone ─ he’s seen some of his brother indulge in something like this and  has always felt funny about it. plus, the man has a major jealous streak when prompted and that just doesn’t mix well

degradation & abuse ─ this was after having seen it during one of the porn shoots and he had to step away, not truly understanding how someone could do that to another human in a vulnerable situation

o = oral [ preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc ]

oral for him is split 50/50. in his eyes, it’s only fair if you suck him off that he return the favor.

receiving ─ he’s coaching you through it, even if you know how to do it. he loves talking to you, lightly pulling your hair away from your face or affectionately caressing your cheek or jaw. he lets you do what you want, and isn’t going to dictate what you can and cannot do. as this is just as much for him as it is for you

giving  ─ okay, so maybe i lied about the 50/50 split. to a degree. once this man gets to return the favor, it’s hard to pull him away after the first orgasm. he will continue to build you up for another one and won’t come up for breath until you’ve cum at least three times

p = pace [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc. ]

depends on the mood and can range from a rough fucking or soft lovemaking.

he isn’t fast per say, most of his thrusts are quite calculated in the sense that he knows what spots make you weak at the knees or make your spine tingle. so, while the thrusts are powerful, there is no speed to them as he doesn’t want you to come undone too quickly

soft lovemaking on the other hand is just like the above, but the power behind the thrusts is toned down. it’s still there, but it’s not as rough. he takes his time,  either letting you ride him or spooning you. this pace happens to get you to completion much later, but it is so worth it

q = quickie [ their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc. ]

yes, yes, and yes. quickies are frequented quite heavily in your relationship, as sometimes, that is the only way the two of you can blow of some steam. a quickie will happen before runs or when you sneak off during parties to hurry back like you weren’t gone for 20 minutes

but don’t get it confused, this man would always rather have a nice, quiet session with you over a quickie any day.

r = risk [ are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc. ]

isn’t one to take risks without thinking through or talking about them first. sure, he likes that you are open enough to come and talk to him about what you would like to do in the bedroom, but would like to make sure that everyone is on the same page

s = stamina [ how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last… ]

two rounds max. and that goes for whatever mood and pace the two of you happen to be in. chibs doesn’t want to overexert himself or you, as sometimes just one session is enough to knock you out for the evening. 

now, this isn’t going to impact the amount of orgasms he’s going to pull from you over the course of the night. no one ever asked how long the sessions were going to last, just how many you are able to do

t = toy [ do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? ]

was never one to use toys on partners, and had never thought for himself.

if you own toys for personal use and would like to incorporate them into the bedroom, he has no problem using them to aid in getting you off. however, he will draw the line at using them for himself, as it’s not really his thing

u = unfair [ how much do they like to tease ]

teasing is his specialty, but this man makes timed and deliberate strikes that will have to melting in his hand within a few hours. but don’t let it fool you, as he can wait for as long as he needs and he definitely isn’t going to be the one to crack 

so, if you want to push through your conversation with your friends and pretend he hasn’t been feeling you up this past hour, you go ahead. you’ll break eventually

v = volume [ how loud they are, what sound they make ]

no very loud would in comes to moans of pleasure, as they are usually quite muffled to some degree -- as he’s either muffling them into your skin as he presses kisses or is doing it more so under his breath

on the flip side, he isn’t quite when speaking to you. the amount of filth and sin that leaves his mouth as he slides into you over and over again is almost too much to handle. especially when it’s paired with his thick accent, that also, seemingly gets deeper the more settles into you

w = wild card [ get a random headcanon for the character of your choice ]

roleplay, specifically one where he can use the premise of him being a biker and you either taking on an authority figure or someone who’s seen in a more innocence light. bringing his kutte into the mix, or his bike is super appealing to him and anything the two of you can do with that is okay in his book

x = x-ray [ let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words ]

six inches. thick and slightly veiny from bottom to tip. curves slightly when erect.

y = yearning [ how high is their sex drive? ]

despite his age, he has a medium to high sex drive. this all depends on what is currently going on and how he’s feeling. 

his sex drive is medium when he’s doing day to day things. being ready as almost a drop of a hat if you are wanting to initiate something with him during some down time or at a club party. it might take just a little convincing, however, you seem to have him wrapped around your finger and he has a hard time resisting you.

his sex drive is high when he’s very frustrated -- i.e. with happenings involving the club, or when he’s been while on a run for some time. however, he is a patient man and isn’t one to pull you away mid conversation with someone just to throw you into the bed and have his way with you. he will let you come to him and from there, will go as many rounds as the two of you will allow

z = zzz [ how quickly they fall asleep afterward ]

as his finishes off his cigarette, and the post-orgasm high has settled, he pulls you in close. letting you rest against his chest as finger tips run along your spine with practiced ease. it’s his way of showing you a small hint of affection without doing too much if that’s not what you are in the mood for

at this moment, he is fully relaxed and slowly starts to draft off. there is really no telling if he falls asleep first, or if you do, but he’ll fall asleep if he wants to. but not without making sure you are well taken care of before doing so