#donovan rocker headcanon

[achilles-rage]

Just One Chance

summary: your adoptive father, deacon, find rocker in your bedroom after he spends the night.

word count: 2.4k

request: anon- Could you do one with reader being Deacons sister or daughter and he finds out she is dating Rocker and he freaks out

a/n: i made deacon reader's adoptive father, just so it's race inclusive, i hope that's okay to whoever requested this! enjoy<3

warnings: none, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

Your quiet giggles fill the room as Rocker hovers over top of you in bed, pressing kisses all over your face and neck. No matter how many times he wakes you up like this, it still makes butterflies erupt in your belly.

“Stop it!” you manage to get out through your fit of giggles, squirming under him as his body weighs you down and his hands keep your wrists firmly trapped beside your head.

“Can’t, sweetheart. You’re just too pretty.” he muses between kisses, but after a moment he pulls back, taking in your soft form beneath him. Your skin prickles from the feeling of his stubble brushing across your face and neck, and you’re slightly breathless as you look up at him, your eyes twinkling with something between love and lust.

He rolls off of you slowly, but keeps himself propped up on his elbow as he lays on his side beside you, admiring the way your chest moves with your breathing and the way the bright golden sunlight of the early morning hits your skin through the crack in your curtains.

He tells you about how one of the guys on his team got very rudely, but very justifiably, rejected by a girl at the bar a couple days ago when the team went out for drinks after work. You laugh as he tells you about the man digging himself a bigger and bigger hole as he tried to get the woman to go home with him, when you hear a knock at your door.

“Fuck!” you exclaim as you shoot up in bed, feeling Rocker sit up beside you instinctively, face laced with confusion.

You’ve been dating for a couple months, and although he works with your dad, and they’re both friendly enough with each other, you still haven’t told your father about your relationship. He spent the night at your place last night, and in all the excitement of having him in your space, you completely forgot your dad was going to stop by in the morning on the way to work and bring some breakfast.

You were only six when you met Deacon. His team had rescued you from a shooting where both of your parents were killed, and he had felt such a strong urge to protect you as one of his own, that he immediately went home and asked Annie about adoption. It was very early in their marriage, and they had barely even spoken about having kids yet, but Annie had also gotten attached to you the first time you met, so it felt like a no brainer. It was a tough process, but you were both extremely happy that it worked out, and that you didn’t have any other family to go to. Deacon hadn’t been the one to save you, it was actually Luca who pulled you out, but Deacon was the one who helped calm you down, and you felt instantly safe around him. It felt a little weird being so much older than your adoptive siblings, but you love all of them anyway.

“You have to stay in here. He can’t see you.” you tell Rocker as you swing your legs over the side of the bed. You walk over to your closet and throw on a plain black t-shirt dress, opting not to try to match a shirt with a pair of pants.

“Who?” Rocker asks as he stands up, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your soft waist once your dress is on. He presses a soft kiss to your neck, swaying you both back and forth gently as you try not to get distracted by his touch.

“Who do you think?” you ask with a raised brow, turning in his grip and facing him. You give him a smile before you push him away. You need to get the door now, before your father thinks something’s wrong and decides to break your apartment door down. Not only because of the man currently standing naked in your room, but also because you could not afford to fix the broken door.

“Why can’t we just tell him? As much as I love the sneaking around, wouldn’t you like to, you know, actually go out?” he asks, his hands flailing as he speaks. He’s not mad, per se, he just selfishly really wants to see the look on your father’s face when he finds out that he’s been fucking his daughter for months behind his back. It’s no secret that their teams have some sort of rivalry that you’ll never understand, and seeing how mad it would make him is just the cherry on top of how pretty and perfect you are for him.

“Can we please talk about this later?” you ask, crossing the room and giving him a peck on the lips, your hand touching his cheek for just a moment. You pull away quickly as you hear another knock on the door, giving him a pleading smile as you back up towards the door, mumbling a quick “be quiet” before you’re out of the room and opening the door for your father.

“Hi, honey.” your father greets you as you open the door a little breathlessly. You think for a moment that he’s going to ignore how long it took you to answer the door, but he quickly adds “what were you doing?”

You move out of the way as he tries to move past you and into your apartment, placing the takeout bag on the counter once he gets to the kitchen. Your eyes instinctively glance over at your closed bedroom door, praying that Rocker won’t make a noise while your father is in your apartment.

“Just, uh, in the bathroom.” you lie in a sweet voice, following him into the kitchen and beginning to help him take out your food containers.

You call this your bi-monthly catch up. Although you speak to your father very frequently, doing this makes you feel closer to him after getting an apartment of your own. Plus, he also wants to hear about everything going on in your life. You’re not sure if it’s the job that makes him like this, but he’s always been extremely overprotective.

As Rocker sits on your bed, still naked, leaning back against the bed frame, he listens to the barely audible conversation coming from the kitchen. After a while, he checks his phone, eyes widening as he realizes what time it is. He knows he won’t be late for work, knowing that Deacon will leave early enough for him to sneak out after him and get to work on time, but he figures he should at least get dressed so he can leave right after he does. He knows it won’t make Deacon necessarily suspicious if he’s late, but he knows that the job makes them especially receptive, so he doesn’t want to take any chances.

It’s really an accident when he knocks the plant off your dresser, the soil seeping into the light coloured rug on your floor. While he’s getting dressed, he has a thought about making enough noise for your father to catch him, and thus having your relationship out in the open and a front row seat to his reaction, but it leaves as quickly as it arrived. He knows it’s a bad idea, as much as it makes him excited. While he’s putting on his jeans, though, he trips, knocking into your dresser and sending the pot flying to the ground. He pulls his jeans up quickly and buttons them. At least if Deacon walks in, he’ll be dressed, he thinks.

You’re telling your father about a new hire at work that you’ve been desperately trying to train when you hear a loud thud coming from your room. Both of your heads snap to your closed door, and your father immediately stands up, shoulders squared.

“What was that?” he asks, eyes leaving the door for a split second as he looks over at you. He observes your wide eyes, and the way you’re biting the inside of your cheek, and he knows immediately that you’re hiding something.

“Nothing.” you get out, silently wondering why you didn’t try to think of an excuse while eating, just in case Rocker happened to make a sound. He raises a brow, relaxing a little now that he knows that whatever made the noise is not a threat. He puts a hand on his hip as he gives you a “really?” look, and your eyes dart across the room as you try to think of something to say.

“I have the window open, the wind must’ve knocked something off my windowsill. I have this little trinket on it, and it’s kinda wobbly.” You’re not sure where that came from. You don’t even have a windowsill. At least, not one wide enough to put things on. Your father rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. Honestly, he thinks you brought home some stray animal. You’ve always begged him for a pet, so he assumes that you just don’t want him to give you a lecture about how much effort it takes to have an animal to take care of.

Your eyes widen as he turns and stalks toward your bedroom door, and all you can get out is a “no, wait-” before he swings the door open. His eyes immediately move from the floor, where he thought he would be met with the tiny little eyes of a cat or a dog, up to meet Rockers, who gives him a sheepish, but smug, smile.

“Hey Deac, what’s up?” he asks, flinching instinctively when Deacon takes a step towards him with his jaw clenched.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He raises his finger to point at Rocker as he speaks, his face growing red with anger.

“Dad, please. Just let me explain.” you plead, taking a cautious step to stand between them. You don’t think your father would do anything drastic, but you just want to make sure.

“Explain what? How you’ve been sneaking around with one of my coworkers? And him? Come on.” he says, a hint of disappointment in his eyes as he flicks his hand in Rocker’s direction. He can barely even look at the man standing behind you, and his mind is racing as he thinks about how the hell he didn’t figure this out sooner.

“I’m only sneaking around because I knew you’d react like this.” you argue, motioning down to his clenched fists and squared stance. You were worried at first, but now you’re a little pissed off. It’s not like Rocker’s a bad person, they just can’t get over their stupid pissing contest that seems to carry on outside of work.

“Well, how did you expect me to react? You think I’m just gonna let him put his hands on my daughter?” he asks in disbelief, having to look away as the image crosses his mind.

“I’m an adult! I’m way too old for you to be acting like this! He’s a good man, and I’m gonna date him whether you like it or not. But I’d rather you approve of it.” Your voice is raised at the beginning of your sentence, but your voice softens by the time you get to your last sentence. You want more than anything to tell your father about your relationship. You’ve definitely dated some douchebags in the past, and you knew that once your father gets over the initial shock of you bringing home the 50 squad leader, he would see that you finally managed to find a good man.

Although a small part of him wants to laugh at the situation, Rocker knows he has to try to get in good with Deacon. If things go his way, he’ll be his future father-in-law, after all.

“I really do like your daughter. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Even though I like to show you how it’s done at work.” Rocker says the last sentence in a joking tone, jumping back when he sees the daggers both you and your father shoot at him.

“Not the time.” you and Deacon say in unison, and he raises his hands in surrender, taking a step closer to you. If you weren’t in this situation, you would laugh at his unsure, and slightly afraid expression, but right now, all you can think about is trying to diffuse the tension.

“So what do you say, Deac. Will you give me a chance?” Rocker asks after a moment. He extends his hand to your father, who grabs his hand in a deathgrip.

“If you hurt her, no one will ever find your body.” he tells him sternly, pulling him close to him.

“Understood.” Rocker says in a quiet voice, swallowing as your father finally shakes his hand.

“Now, you gonna join us for breakfast? You’ve just been caught in my daughter’s room. I think it’s the least you could do.” Deacon says sternly, raising a brow, as if daring him to decline.

“Right. Of course.” Rocker says with a smile, letting out a sigh when he sees your father nod once and turn to walk back to the kitchen. You let out a sigh at the same time, fighting the urge to melt into Rocker’s touch as he puts his hand on the small of your back. The whole interaction has you on edge, and you want more than anything to get back in bed with Rocker and let his comforting touch allow you to forget about all of this.

“So, how long has this been going on?” your father asks once you’re all seated. You’re in the middle, like a mediator, and Rocker’s hand is secretly placed on your thigh, rubbing comforting circles. You freeze. Why didn’t you think that he would ask this question? It was bound to come up sooner or later, and you knew your answer would probably set him off again. You can tell by the look in his eyes, however, that he would not brush past this.

“Um, like, 6 months.” you say, and it comes out as more of a question than an answer.

“What?” your father practically yells, eyes wide and fists clenched again. You let out a sigh. This is going to be harder than you thought.

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[disasterfandoms]

Fluffy Alphabet || Donovan Rocker Edition

Anonymous Requested: “i wanted to ask you: could you write a fluffy alphabet for rocker SWAT? Pls”

A/N: Rocker!!! I love him so much, and I’ve written next to nothing for him!

TW: none!

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?):

He loves your strength. He is always in awe of how you seem to roll with the punches, how you never seem to crack until you’re home and seemingly alone. He has to be strong for his job, but he’s the first to admit that he has a problem controlling his emotions after a roll out that has gone badly.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?):

He loves your thighs. He loves placing a hand on your thighs, gripping them softly as he drives, or when you’re sitting next to him. It lets him keep a hold on you, to remind him you’re safe and you’re there with him.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?):

He loves when you lay on top of him, as if you’re a weighted blanket. He loves your warmth, as you heat him up by laying on him. He also loves when you can hear his heartbeat, knowing it races just for you.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?):

His ideal date is doing a painting session with him. Art is his safe space, and he loves watching you create something, even if you don’t think it’s any good. To him, you both are sharing your souls to each other through paint on a canvas.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?):

Donovan keeps his calm around you. He expresses his thoughts and emotions clearly, and with a lot of thought. He doesn’t want anything he’s saying to be misunderstood, because he hates fighting with you.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?):

I think he wants a family, but he’s scared. He knows that his job is dangerous, and he doesn’t want to cause pain to you, or to your potential children. That being said, something tugs in him whenever he sees you with kids, and he hopes he has a chance to have a life and family with you one day.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?):

I think Rocker probably isn’t the best gift giver. He’s more into experiences than items or flowers, but he will give you gifts to surprise you, especially on days where he knows you need something to cheer you up.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?):

Rocker loves to hold your hand. He adores the feeling of your hand in his, your fingers intertwined. He will hold your hand anywhere, at any time. Rocker is a lot of things, but he will never want you to feel as if he’s ashamed of being yours, and letting others know.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?):

Donovan would be a wreck if you got hurt, especially if it was something that could have been prevented, or if it was because of his job. He would instantly be by y9ur side, and someone would have to physically restrain him to keep him away.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?):

He loves to play small pranks on you. I think he’s had to become so serious at work, that his playful nature comes out when he’s home with you. Nerf wars, water guns, spray painting your hair while you sleep, etc.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?):

He loves to give you multiple kisses in a row, all over your face. He loves how it makes you giggle, and it lets him show his love for you. Otherwise, he loves slow, passionate kisses’ especially in the heat of the moment.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?):

He loves to show love by words of affirmations, and acts of service. He will happily go pump your gas for you so that you don’t need to stop on your way to work, or leave you a love note when he has to leave while you’re asleep. He strives to make sure you know how much he loves you.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?):

His favorite memory of you is the first night you had stayed at his home, waking up and seeing you snuggled up beside him. It let him realize how much he wanted you to never leave, how he wanted you in his life. He memorized every detail of your sleeping body, hoping to never forget how you looked, or that moment.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?):

Rocker’s worst fear is making a mistake in the field, and losing one of his teammates. He feels personally responsible for everyone he’s in charge of, and it keeps him up at night when someone gets injured.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?):

He hates the feeling of wool on his skin. He hates every time he has to wear his formal uniform, it feels itchy on his skin and it makes him want to rip his skin off.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?):

He loves to call you darling, sunshine, or baby. They seem to roll of his tongue when he’s around you, though he never thought of himself as someone who would use a lot of pet names.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?):

He loves to draw you, especially if you two are having a day in. He loves just being able to relax on the couch, and draw you as your focused on whatever activity you’re doing at that time. He has notebooks filled with sketches of you, in all types of outfits and doing different activities.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?):

The song that describes him the best is “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur. It shows his vulnerable side that he can share with you, while also having the anxiety of thinking that it, the love you two share as well as just himself, may go away.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?):

Donovan is as open as he can be with you. He understands that you need that emotional vulnerability from him, but there are a lot if things form his job that he isn’t allowed to share.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?):

It started out as a physical thing. Rocker wasn’t looking for anything serious, he had decided to swore off relationships due to the job, he didn’t want to put anyone through that. After a couple months, though, there was no denying that you two were a match made in heaven, and he would be insane to let you go.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?):

He is instantly there to comfort you. He’ll give you the biggest hug, and then you two would either get takeout or go out and get your favorite foods to cheer you up.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?):

He’s most proud of his accomplishments, both in his personal life and in his career. He’s never one to hide you away, he wants everyone to know that you’re his partner, and that he loves you.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?):

He would fight to the death for you. He hates seeing you in any kind of pain, so if it came down to it, he would take all the injuries he could to make sure you’re okay.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?):

Rocker can read you like a book. He knows how you think, how you’re going to react, and tries his hardest to mitigate any upset the best he can.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?):

Donovan would propose to you privately, in your own home. I imagine that he would get help from the IT techs at work to make a short montage of your videos and pictures of you two, and then propose at the end of it. Then, once you said yes, I feel like he would paint a portrait of the moment to hang in your home.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?):

Focusing on the present is what keeps him calm. He can’t think of the circumstances, or things he can’t control, or it would cause him to spiral. He learned on the job that the only thing he could control is himself.

[evankinkley]

donovan rocker in every swat episode → 3x04

I thought Rocker was only there for one scene but nope. Tan is out due to having consumed edibles so they truly went "So .... Rocker?" He's there to be the missing person on 20-Squad and again, so valid of 20-Squad.

[honestlynervousnut]

Let's see if yall agree with me on this:

One of this two men has to play Tommy's dad in the event of getting a Tommy flashback.

[passionwillow]

Donovan Rocker - NSFW Alphabet

As promised, here’s a NSFW alphabet for our guy. ❤️ Smut warning! 18+. Race inclusive and plus sized reader inclusive.

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

He likes to cuddle up with you after and take a moment to relax and catch his breath. Holding you close, his nose tucked in your hair as you guys come down from your highs. Then he’ll get up and help you clean up.

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

He loves his arms. He knows he’s well built and strong, and he loves how you’re always admiring him.

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS. You can’t change my mind. This man loves your thighs, how plush and soft they are, and he always has to have a hand on them when you guys are sitting together or in the car.

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

He really loves watching you swallow his cum. There’s something about it that just drives him a little crazy and feral. Cumming inside you is another favorite, though he really isn’t too picky. He just likes it to be somewhere on you.

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

He really wants to bring his handcuffs home one day and use them. Just to have you restrained so he can tease the hell out of you because GOD he can drive you insane.

But also.. use the handcuffs on him. He would find it so damn exhilarating to be restrained while you do whatever you want with him.

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

His job doesn’t allow for a lot of free time, but he’s a handsome cop. And tall. Of course he’s had his fair share of experience. He’s also good at watching body language and can tell if you’re enjoying yourself or nervous, and adjusts accordingly. Plus, he IS pretty cocky which definitely helps.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This man loves to see everything you’re feeling in the moment. Missionary is his go to, or taking you from behind in front of a mirror. He can’t stop watching your face as he thrusts into you, a smirk on his lips as he holds you close.

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

I feel like he can do both. Sometimes he is more serious/passionate about it, and other times he’s grinning and laughing as he makes out with you, his hands working to get your clothes off. It’s a nice balance with him.

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

He definitely keeps things trimmed and neat. I feel like he’d prefer his partner to do the same? Not necessarily bald, but a little maintenance.

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

Oh he will have you blushing and kicking your feet, the way he looks at you. His eyes almost never leave your face, he just loves to drink you in and admire you as he works his way into you. There’s been multiple occasions when he’s had candles lit and rose petals laid out because he just adores you so much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He can get pretty worked up throughout the day, so jerking off is probably fairly common. And it wouldn’t be out of realm of possibility for him to make sure you’re aware he needs you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He isn’t shy about being rougher sometimes, or biting down on you in the heat of the moment. But I don’t think he’d really want to get much rougher. He’s the definition of “I hate everyone but you” in some ways, and he couldn’t image hurting you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere in the place you guys share is fair game. Kitchen, couch, up against a wall, the shower, the bedroom. When the mood strikes him and you’re on board, it’s over.

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

Seeing you where his clothes really gets to him. His hoodies, his shirts, something about his clothes on your bare skin. It’s only a matter of time before he picks you up and takes you to the nearest sturdy surface.

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

Anything terribly extreme or something that would harm you. He’d be willing to try new things, but he has a limit he refuses to cross when it comes to you.

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

Oh he LOVES going down on you. Being between your legs and gazing up at you as he does the most sinful things to your core just drives his ego.

For the love of god sit on his face. He will beg you to do, too, if you’re shy about it. Being trapped and buried between your legs is his preferred way to die.

He loves your mouth on him, as well. Sitting on the couch or laying in bed, he doesn’t last long seeing you on your knees for him. He tries not to get too rough, but he loves to grab your hair and pull it.

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

He usually likes to be slow and steady, take his time to pleasure you and push all the right buttons to make you a mess. But if it’s been a rough day on him, he can leave some bruises on your hips that are identical to his fingers.

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

He likes to try and avoid quickies. He prefers to take the time and give you all the attention you deserve, but if he really needed a release he’ll drag you to an empty room and bend you over anything that’s available.

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

He’d experiment here and there, but he’s unsure about anything that would bring you discomfort. I think if you explained it to him, and talked through it he’d try new things. Handcuffs, biting and marking, spanking, he’s game for all of that.

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

I mean- look at him. You’ll be trying to keep up with him. He has a high sex drive and the stamina to match. Easily 3 rounds.

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

He doesn’t have any, and if you did he might use a vibrator here and there. He isn’t keen on you using anything on him, but if you talked him into it he’d probably enjoy it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s definitely a dick when it comes to teasing you. He has the patience to play the long game and could tease you all day just to have you begging for him.

But if you tease him? He can’t last a second. Watching you wear little night gowns and prance around, he’s a mess and will take you right there on the floor.

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

He tries to hold back so he can pay more attention to your sounds (they drive him crazy), but he lets out the hottest grunts and groans as he fucks you.

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

Part of him really wants to try fucking you somewhere at work. He knows he’d get in so much trouble if he got caught but he thinks about it sometimes.

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

He has big dick energy for a reason. Thick and a nice 6 inches.

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

This man is never NOT horny. He could go anytime of day. Wake him up for it and he’s ready to go.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As soon as he knows you’re clean and comfortable, he’d be out like a light. It’s kind of impressive how fast he falls asleep.

[verschlimmbesserung]

Anyone need a headcanon for Tommy's father?

That's Donovan Rocker / Lou Ferrigno Jr and Robert Hicks / Patrick St. Esprit

...

*mutters* did I mention I love crossovers?

[verschlimmbesserung]

We got all that in 55 seconds!

KUDOS to the 911 writer and producer!

btw...

anyone need a headcanon for Tommy's father?

Donovan Rocker / Lou Ferrigno Jr and Robert Hicks / Patrick St. Esprit - S.W.A.T

The BuckTommy scene was short but it got us:

Domestic BuckTommy

A bit about Tommy's dad

daddy issues for both of them - Tommy in denial

Tommy/Gerrard one again considering that cliffhanger at the end...

DADDY KINK

[madhare0512]

Sick/hurt headcanons?? Who refuses to take meds because "I'm FINE"? Who takes care of everyone until someone makes them lay down because THEY are also sick!? Which one of them gets sick first and passes it to all 5 of the others on accident, earning them the nickname of 'plague rat' for two months? Who slips into the room silently at 2am to swap out the melted water in the ice pack for new ice? Who do they have to practically tie to the couch to get them to REST, damnit!?

oooh.

content warning: mentions of death

Street refuses to take meds. like, refuses. he’s very used to taking care of himself. in the foster system it was either get better or suffer and no one cared enough to help you. he’s not used to having people look out for and take care of him.

Bonnie always wants to take care of the others. they’re big tough SWAT officers and she wants to make sure they’re well taken care of so they can continue to do what they love which is making sure the city is safe, but how’s she supposed to do that when she’s also sick?

Donovan always gets sick first and yes, this has earned him the name plague rat when he’s recovered. they try to avoid getting sick as much as possible, but once Rocker’s down, it’s inevidable. Street jokes he’s glad Rocker’s migraines aren’t infectious because they’d all be down (which confused Rocker at first)

Tan slips into the room at two am to replace the ice, because he always manages to avoid getting sick and the others give him so much crap for it. he’s the one making sure the others aren’t actively dying and the datemates always hate it

they have to tie Chris and Erik's down to receive care because both refuse to actually rest. Chris tries to power through everything and Erika hates looking weak even to her lovers. Chris can sometimes slip the ropes and it's a whole chase, but for the most part it's smooth sailing and calm seas.

them being sick is literally cuddle piles and movie nights. it's feeding each other soup and sleepy hugs, kisses to cheeks and temples and foreheads as they care for each other.

Rocker is the easiest to manage while Chris is the worst.

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Addicted

summary: you're hicks' adopted daughter, and when visiting your dad's work, you catch rocker's eye. when you meet at a bar one night, a relationship begins, and it stays a secret until your dad walks in on you very close to rocker.

word count: 3.2k

request: anon- Can I request, Donovan Rocker and Hicks daughter, and Hicks finding out they're dating.

A/N: i know the request said hicks daughter, but i made the reader his adopted daughter so it could be race inclusive, i hope you don't mind! enjoy<33

warnings: none, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

He’s seen you here ever since he started working with Hicks. You come in every now and then to drop off your adopted dad’s lunch, or to just say hi, knowing his job can be stressful. He’s always careful to make sure he doesn’t stare for too long, taking in the way your tummy moves when you laugh, the way your thighs jiggle when you walk. 

He’s never said more than a few words to you; only speaking when Hicks had introduced you to some of the people around that didn’t know you when you came in one day. He only ever seems to see you when your eyes are on someone else, and he kind of loves that. He gets to see the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, and the way you fidget with your fingers when your dad introduces you to someone new. Either way, he thinks you’re gorgeous, and he can’t help the small smirk that makes its way onto his face when he imagines you coming to visit him at work, instead of your dad. You’re quiet, and sweet, and he finds himself wishing you would come in every day.

What he doesn’t know is that your eyes find him whenever he’s not looking at you. You remember his name from when your dad introduced you, but you’re too scared to ask your dad anything about him, in fear of him figuring out your feelings for the man. You’re also too scared to actually talk to Rocker yourself. He’s attractive, and tall, and muscular, which makes you nervous anyway, but your dad is his boss. You’re a little afraid that if he found out you liked him, he wouldn't let you come around as often.

One day, you’re visiting your dad at work when Hondo comes barging into his office, telling him that he needs him urgently. You stand up quickly, giving Hondo a small smile as he apologizes to you, but you wave him off. You know their work is important. You hug Hicks goodbye and follow him out of his office before parting ways, walking down the hall and towards the exit. As you walk down the hall, someone comes out of the doorway you pass, and you don’t have enough time to move out of the way. You run into a solid chest, stumbling slightly as you back away from the person, which causes the person to put their arms on your upper arms to steady you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t-” your sentence stops short when you look up and realize you’ve just bumped into none other than Donovan Rocker. He smirks down at you when he sees the embarrassed look on your face and the way your breath hitches in your throat. He can’t believe his luck; he didn’t even know you were here, and now he finally gets the chance to talk to you. 

“All good, sweetheart. It was my fault.” His low tone almost makes you weak at the knees as you try to hold the strong eye contact. After a moment you look down, stepping away from him, feeling your heart race as you feel the heat of his palms on your arms. He takes his hands off your arms, frowning slightly as you take a small step back; he liked how close you were to him.

“Where are you running off to in such a hurry?” he asks, closing his fists as he resists the urge to put his hands on your wide hips and pull you in. He wants to keep you here with him as long as possible. You look back up at him, licking your lips as you feel your mouth go dry. Looking at him from across a room is one thing, but with having him so close, you can barely make out a sentence. 

“Hondo came in and said he needed my dad. Said it was urgent.” you say, voice just above a whisper as you shrug, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. 

Rocker’s face changes from a smirk to one of annoyance. He doesn’t wanna leave you yet, but he knows he should probably go see what Hondo needed Hicks for. They’ll probably come find him soon anyway, and he’d rather not be caught with you alone by your father. As innocent as your encounter was, the thoughts currently filling his mind are anything but.

“I should probably go see what’s up,” he tells you, smirk disappearing as he rolls his eyes. “You want me to walk you out?” 

You shake your head, giving him a small smile.

“No, I know where I’m going. Thank you, though.” The smirk makes its way back onto his face as he looks down at you, giving you a nod. 

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” he says, taking the chance to scan your body now that he’s so close to you. He feels a little bad as his eyes stop on your chest for a moment, but he can’t help it. If you weren’t who you were, he would’ve already asked you out.

You nod, his nickname for you making it impossible for you to do anything else. You turn on your heel, walking away from him and out the door, completely unaware of him staying put for a moment, eyes glued to you, watching the slight sway of your hips as you walk.

After a moment he clears his throat, letting out a long breath before making his way to see Hondo and Hicks to get caught up. He tries to keep his thoughts on what they’re saying as they explain the case to him, but he can’t help but think of your shy demeanour and pretty face. 

Almost a week later, your two friends invite you to go out with them, and you all decide on a small bar close to you. When you get there, you find a small table near the back and settle there. After about an hour, you all need another refill, so you offer to go get them. 

As you’re standing near the bar, waiting for the bartender to be finished with another customer, you feel someone slide up beside you. You choose to ignore them, but you furrow your brows when you hear a deep voice speak from beside you. You know that voice, you think, but it can’t be.

“Hey, sweetheart,” You turn your head slowly, meeting Rocker’s blue eyes. You let out a shaky breath, smiling softly as you greet him. “What are you doing here?”

“Just out with some friends.” you explain, gesturing to your friends at the table, too busy talking to each other to notice the man that had approached you. He nods, smirking as his eyes trail down your body quickly. You don’t miss this, and it makes your breath quicken as you stand up straighter, unsure what to do under his intense stare.

“You want a drink?” he asks, looking over at the bartender, who finally walks over to you two. 

“Oh, um, no that’s okay. I was just getting refills.” you explain softly, giving the bartender your orders. He orders his drink after you, before adding: “And put her drinks on my tab.”

“No, you really don’t have to do that, these aren’t all my drinks.” you tell him, shaking your head quickly. You appreciate the gesture; it makes your stomach flip, but you can’t let him pay for you and your friends.

“It’s the least I can do for making them wait for their drinks. I wanna get to know you, sweetheart.” He smirks, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he steps closer to you, mostly so he can hear you better over the music and chatter from the bar, but also because he loves the way you squirm when he does.

“Why?” you ask softly, brows furrowed. You can’t understand why he wants to talk to you so badly, and you feel a little bad. You’re supposed to be here with your friends, who have now noticed the handsome man you’re talking to, you don’t want to ditch them. His presence also makes you very nervous, scared you’ll say the wrong thing, or he’ll somehow realize that some of your thoughts of him are definitely not appropriate. The bartender brings your drinks over, and you both thank him softly.

“Well, you’re gorgeous, first of all. And I also wanna get some dirt on Hicks, just for fun.” He tries to ease your nerves slightly, seeing the way you fidget with the rings on your finger and are trying so hard to keep eye contact. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your throat at his words, and you grab your drink to take a sip, buying yourself some time to slow your stammering heart.

“Well, I don’t have much of that, unfortunately,” you respond after a moment. “So, you’re out of luck.” He chuckles at your words, shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t say that. I still get to talk to a beautiful woman. I’d say that’s pretty lucky.” You almost choke on your drink at his compliment. You lower your drink, keeping your eyes on the ice in your drink as you let out a shaky breath.

“Thank you.” you get out after a moment, unsure of what else to say. He has your brain so clouded with nervousness and lust, that any smart remark you may have been able to think of is out the window. He has you a stuttering mess, and he loves it.

You’re not sure how long you talk to him. Long enough for your friends to finally slip up beside you and get their drinks, giving you knowing smiles as they walk back to the table you were all at. Long enough for you to loosen up a little, slowly coming out of your shell and flirting back as you felt the alcohol flowing through you.

You aren’t sure how, but your night ends with your back being pushed up against Rocker’s front door as soon as you got back to his house, one of his hands on your hips as the other angling your head up into a rough kiss. 

You let out a soft moan as his lips move down your neck, nipping and sucking gently. Your hands find their way to his hair as his move down to the back of your thighs, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall again. You both know you shouldn’t be doing this, but with the way your soft body feels pressed against his, and the way your thick thighs are wrapped around his waist, he’s not sure he can stop. He's addicted to you.

This goes on for a couple months, and eventually, it turns into something more. You haven’t really had the talk; you’re too nervous to bring it up, scared it’ll snap him back to reality and he’ll realize sleeping with his boss’s daughter is a bad idea. You rarely go out with him, instead opting to stay in the safety of either your apartment or his house, but he has called you his girl a few times while he’s buried deep inside of you, so you’re content with the situation for now.

A few months into your relationship with Rocker, you’re visiting your dad at work again, bringing him some lunch. Before you can make it to his office, Rocker’s arm is wrapping around your wrist and pulling you into one of the empty offices.

You squeal softly as he pulls you in, but his hand is over your mouth immediately, shushing you softly before talking his hand away and kissing you passionately. You hum softly and stand up on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him back, the container of food dangling loosely in your hand behind his head. 

You whisper his name against his lips after a moment, moving your free hand down to his chest and pushing him away gently. He groans softly as he feels you pushing him away, pulling back reluctantly, but not before he gives you one more quick peck.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, giggling as you move your arm back up to rest over his shoulder, tilting your head to the side as you look up at him.

“Wanna kiss my girl for visiting me at work.” he teases softly, loving the way you give him that sweet little smile. If you weren’t at his work right now, with your dad down the hall, he’d have you bent over the desk with your dress around your waist. He licks his lips at the thought, looking down at you hungrily.

“I wish I really was doing that.” you tell him softly, running your empty hand through the hair on the back of his head, which causes him to smile. 

“I know,” he starts sadly, leaning down to kiss you again. “But I can dream.” he states once he pulls away, squeezing your hips gently.

“You look gorgeous today, sweetheart. You know that?” he says after a moment. You feel your face heat up at his words, laughing softly. After months, you’re still not sure how to react when he compliments you, it makes your stomach fill with butterflies every time.

“And you look handsome.” His smile turns to a smirk at your words, and one hand trails from your hip down to your thigh, slowly lifting your dress up as his hand travels up your thigh.

“You wanna show me how handsome you think I am?” he teases softly, hand reaching your panties and trailing across your waistband.

“Maybe not in an empty office.” you say softly, giggling. You bite your lip as his hand gets closer to where you want him, and you know you should tell him to stop, but you can’t find the words.

Just as his hand dips below your waistband, just barely grazing you, you hear footsteps out the door. Both your eyes widen, and Rocker pulls his hand away quickly and smooths your dress back down before whoever it is comes in.

When the door opens, you’re face to face with your father, who looks between the two of you with a surprised look on his face. Rocker takes a step away from you, making it somehow even more obvious that you weren’t just talking in here.

“Sir.” Rocker cuts the silence, crossing his arms over his chest as a stoic expression makes its way onto his face. You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek nervously as you step towards your dad.

“Hi dad.” you say softly, hoping to lessen the angry look on his face.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Hicks asks sharply, crossing his arms over his chest as he glares at Rocker. “I thought we were past this. Sneaking around like you’re sixteen.” he says, eyes lowering to you, giving you a disappointed look.

“I didn’t know what to say.” you say softly, looking down, embarrassment filling every inch of your body. It’s bad enough that he caught you like this, even if he didn’t actually see anything, but you feel bad for lying to him for so long.

“Why not? I can’t dictate who you date, as much as I want to. You’re not a kid anymore.” he says, sighing, his shoulders relaxing slightly. You nod, looking over at Rocker, who meets your gaze and steps closer to you.

“Sir, I really do like your daughter. She’s my girlfriend, I really don’t wanna do anything to hurt her. I hope you’re okay with that.” he tells your dad, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. Your eyes widen slightly at the word girlfriend, and you turn your head to look up at him standing beside you with a small smile.

“I think I’d be more okay with it if I didn’t just find you alone in an empty office together.” he says, slightly joking, but his voice is still laced with anger.

“I brought you lunch, though.” you say, shrugging as you hand the container out to him with an awkward smile. Your dads’ eyes trail down to the container, pursing his lips as he slowly reaches out for it. 

“Is that your homemade pasta sauce?” he asks slowly, eyes narrowed. You nod, smiling softly as you give it to him. You know how much he loves your pasta. He hums softly, looking down at the container in his hands for a moment before his gaze snaps back up to you.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he tells you sternly, and you nod, laughing softly at how quickly he caved for your cooking. “And I’ll talk to you later too.” he tells Rocker, a finger pointed at his chest. Rocker nods, jaw clenched as he holds back a smile. This went better than he thought it might, he thinks.  

“Yes sir.” he responds quickly, knowing he’ll probably get an earful later, when you’re not there to soften the blow, but right now, he feels good. It feels like you're finally his, and you don't have to sneak around anymore.

“Aren’t you gonna come visit me?” he asks you sarcastically, turning to walk out the door.

“I’ll be right there.” you call out after him, turning to Rocker and laughing softly when your dad grumbles something about having two minutes.

“Girlfriend?” you ask softly, wrapping your arms around his neck again and tilting your head to the side. 

“Isn’t that what you are?” he replies, tilting his head the same way as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“You never asked me.” you tell him sheepishly, looking down at his chest and smoothing his shirt out. He raises his brows, trying to think over the last few months, and he realizes you’re right. He hadn’t asked, and now he feels like an idiot.

“I guess it slipped my mind. It felt like you already were, so I guess I never saw a point.” he explains, blushing slightly as tilts your head back up to meet his gaze, slightly embarrassed that he never asked.

“It’s okay. I was happy with whatever we were.” you say sincerely, leaning up to kiss him softly. He hums against your lips, kissing you back for a moment until he pulls back, brows furrowed.

“But, you’re okay with being my girlfriend too, right?” he asks in a slightly teasing tone, but you see the nervousness in his eyes as he waits for your response.

“Of course. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.” he tells him, laughing softly. He lets out a breath, chuckling softly. God, he’s so whipped, he thinks.

“Good to know.” he says seductively, leaning in to kiss you again, trailing his hands to your hips and pulling you flush against him. He leans back after a moment and runs a thumb against your bottom lip, taking in your pretty features.

“You should go. I think that was two minutes.” he teases, moving a hand to your jaw and bringing you back in for one last quick peck.

“I’ll see you tonight?” you ask softly, taking a step back from him. He nods eyes trailing down your body as you back up towards the door. “Yeah, sweetheart, I’ll see you tonight.”

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Bad Day || A S.W.A.T Preference

Anonymous requested: “S.W.A.T preference about when the reader is having a bad day”

A/N: YES I’M FINALLY WRITING SWAT!!! I miss writing for these characters so much. 

TW: alcohol mention

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Hondo: Hondo would cook you your all time favorite meal, grab you a glass of whatever you’re drinking and force you to relax after a tough day. If you’re feeling up to it, after words he’d put on some jazz and dance with you around the living room.

Deacon: Deacon would make you tea or coffee, set you down on the couch and lend you his ear so he can help you work through the problem or offer you moral support. He’s cuddle up with you if you asked him to, and the next day at work you’d be surprised  woth your favorite flowers.

Luca: Luca would be the type to give you the biggest hug imaginable, and then take you out to your favorite food truck, getting you some fresh air and some damn good food to make you feel a little better about everything.

Tan: Tan would immediately want to make you feel better, taking you on an impromptu date, whether that was to roller-skate, surf, or work out your stress at the gym. He likes to keep moving, and knows that, whether you like to admit it or not, it’s a great way to relieve stress.

Chris: Chris is the one who would take you out drinking and dancing to forget whatever atrocities happened that day. She would love for you to just let loose and enjoy yourself, especially after a long day.

Street: Jim would give you your space, waiting for you to come to him about what’s wrong, then taking you on a late night ride, which always cheered you up because of the combination of the wind and being able to see the stars.

Rocker: Rocker would be a total sweetheart. He’d run you a bath or a hot shower, then cuddle with you while watching your favorite moving and ordering takeout. He’d just want you to completely relax, make you feel at least a little better about what transpired.

Bonnie: Bonnie would let you vent to her, getting it all out before wrapping you in the biggest hug imaginable. Then, she would take you for a treat, whether that was buying something small you’ve been eyeing but hadn’t gotten yet or taking you out for your favorite food.

Cortez: Jessica would hold you, letting you cry it out before cuddling you on the couch, putting on something for background noise as you either talk to her about it, she distracts you, or makes out with you. 

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💫 Headcanon Masterlist 💫

Hi there guys! Since I've been getting so many requests, I decided to organize this small masterlist here! I'm still accepting requests, although I might take long to write them all! I just ask you to take a look here before requesting, in order to prevent asking for the same headcanon again! 😀

VICTOR CREED (SABRETOOTH):

#1 Victor and Reader growing up together in Howlett Estate

#2 Victor's life as a parent

#3 Professor Creed

#4 Bored Frail (inspired by Ray Donovan's sex scene)

#5 Victor loving his chubby s/o

#6 Riding Victor's face

#7 Having anal sex with Victor

#8 Being fingered by Victor

#9 Victor making reader squirt

#10 Reader being Victor's girlfriend and nervous to meet Logan

#11 Losing your virginity to Victor

#12 Reader trying to mark up Victor

#13 Victor defending reader from an abusive ex

#14 Victor kneading like a cat

#15 Artistic reader that likes to draw Victor

#16 Reader posing as a man during Civil War

#17 Reader posing as a man during Civil War part 2

#18 Spending Christmas with Victor

#19 Victor having a breeding kink

#20 Reader being afraid of spiders

#21 Wearing Victor's black coat

#22 Cuddling with Victor

#23 Watching horror movies together

#24 Victor purring reader to sleep

#25 Victor rimming reader (eating ass)

#26 Victor accidentally hurting reader

#27 Spending holidays with Victor

#28 Victor not being able to fall asleep without reader

#29 Victor trying to make reader happier

#30 Victor finding an injured frail in the woods and taking care of her

#31 Victor giving his dog tags to the reader

#32 Victor giving reader a kitten

#33 Reader having a miscarriage

#34 Victor being stabbed by reader by accident

#35 Showering with Victor

#36 Victor keeping reader warm

#37 Victor giving reader a massage

#38 Reader choosing Victor over Logan

#39 Victor dating a rocker girl

#40 Victor being hired to protect reader and falling for her

#41 Reader is afraid of the dark

#42 Mobster!Victor kidnapping reader

#43 Reader is dying

#44 Spending New Year's with Victor

#45 Victor taking care of a drunk reader

#46 Playing in the snow with Victor

#47 Reader winning in cards

#48 Victor getting a massage

#49 Reader touching themselves

#50 Reader being a feral like Victor

#51 Victor having a daughter

#52 Victor taking a bath with reader

#53 Victor being a light sleeper

#54 Being married to Victor

#55 Being spoiled by Victor

#56 Victor waking up his s/o with oral sex

#57 Victor finding out his s/o was a ballerina

#58 Sexting with Victor

#59 Victor taking reader for a motorcycle ride

#60 Victor finding an injured kitten (reader is a shapeshifter mutant)

#61 Victor's s/o nearly dies giving birth

#62 Victor and a country reader

#63 Victor saving mute reader

#64 Victor being saved by reader

#65 Victor being dominant

#66 Night out with Ray/Victor

#67 Playing with Victor's hair

#68 Breastfeeding kink

#69 Victor cheating on reader and abandoning her during pregnancy

#70 Victor playing with his family in the snow

#71 Reader finding out Victor is married to someone else

#72 Food play with Victor

#73 Victor giving his s/o a massage

#74 Victor kidnapping reader

#75 Victor reassuring his frail while eating her out

#76 Victor light choking reader

#77 Size kink

#78 Protective Victor

#79 Moving into a new home

LADY! SABRETOOTH

#1 Victoria's s/o forgets Valentine's Day

RAY DONOVAN:

#1 Ray having a relationship with a reader who's a fixer

#2 Ray having a daddy kink

#3 Mickey being racist towards Ray's black s/o

#4 Ray being jealous of reader

#5 Abby and Ray's s/o having a fight

#6 Losing your virginity to Ray

#7 Ray comforting his s/o

#8 Ray meeting his s/o's family (hispanic reader)

#9 (Kind of) public sex with Ray

HANK MCCOY (BEAST):

#1 Night out with Hank

#2 Victor being jealous of you and Hank

LOGAN HOWLETT (WOLVERINE)

#1 Reader having to sit in Logan's lap during a car trip

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Music Headcanon Part One

The Chocobros listening to music feat. Insomnia and Leide Crew

The Chocobros feat. Veritas (OC)

Music would be something like: Ice Ice Baby, Manolo and U Can’t Touch This, No Sleep ’til Brooklyn, WTF, Sabotage, etc.

All the bros would bob their heads to and fro to the sound of the beat.

Their feet would tap and stomp to the music unconsciously and quite uncontrollably so.

Noctis would sometimes do the ‘bad boy’ pout accidentally to which the bros would tease him incessantly, much to his embarrassment, but does it anyway.

Prompto would unashamedly sing to the music with Noct as his back up singer. He can actually sing, this dude. But he’d rather just blend in.

Gladio would look out into the distance as they’re driving in the car, pretending that they were making a music video of his ‘bad-assery’.

The bros and V would lip sync to No Sleep ’til Brooklyn. Every one is assigned their own parts and would try their best to sing in character. Ignis got carried away as he drummed his hands on the steering wheel. Prompto and Noctis would even stand on the car as they sang the lyrics to one another, both in their rocker state.

Ignis would deny it, but he absolutely love music like these that always get his blood pumping as effectively as Ebony can. He’d sip a can of it while chilling to the beats yoh

When in their own private company, the bros would goof around with dance moves they see from music videos. Noct would goof around but deep inside he really wanted to dance like a cool back street guy.

Prompto would be the most competitive — he’d do really sick moves and would even pose at the right moment in the song, entertaining the whole gang up to the late hours of the night.

Gladio would criticize Noct’s trying hard moves and would often tease Ignis to drop the act and just let loose; of course he doesn’t.

Ignis would be in the kitchen baking or cooking to his heart’s desire, only to sing to the lyrics all by his lonesome and ultimately busting some moves of his own while holding his spatula. V walks in and walks back out again once she sees Ignis shaking them hips as the kitchen smelled of vanilla. *I found a silly gif of Iggy dancing...but I suppose I’d leave the vision of him dancing to our imaginations. Haha!*

V likes some of the old music from ancient Eos and would often revel in the music as it was being played all around Lucis. She would dance the traditional steps and would often take Ignis’ hands and dance with him, their arms hooked around each other’s, his feet shuffling as best as he can. He let loose for a bit. It’s the wine, he’d say. But we drank root beer, Noctis said to which Prompto snickered and took a shot of a rather competitive Iggy.

Gladio’s playlist includes not just ‘bad-ass’ music but also love songs, like tons of it. He’d be bursting his lungs out, complete with emotions nobody thought they’d see on Gladio’s eyes. Then after a particularly sappy song he’d pipe down and keep to himself, just absorbing the raw emotions. Iggy sheds a tear in secret.

Noct would HATE it once V puts in her OLD MAN playlist. She likes to listen to lots of genre, but when she’s particularly vexed or just missing Ravus, she’d sneak in a short valse in the completely varied playlist. Ignis approves of this.

Hammerhead

In Hammerhead, Cid would listen to his so-called ‘ swamp and cowboy tunes’ all day, erryday as Noctis would say. Sometimes he’d sing the wrong lines or miss the timing in the lyrics and would speed his singing up once he realizes he was out of sync. Noctis and the bros would hide beside the garage, laughing their brains out as Ignis records Cid’s singing. They would replay it every damn time as the opportunity arises. Even a stick in the mud like Cor would *giggle* each time he hears this.

Cor Leonis finds out in Leide that Dave the hunter shares the same damn good taste in music. So every night, they’d light up the camp fire and tune those guitars and blow on those harmonicas so they’d commence their good ol’ dirt road singing. Nothing like two deep voices singing gritty music while chugging a cold mug of liquor.

Cid’s playlist: Anything from Hank Williams. Hands down his favorite.

Cor’s playlist would have a variety of genre, but these songs pop into my head each time I see the marshal : Old Before Your Time by Ray LaMontagne, Sitting on the Dock of The Bay by Otis Redding,  Universal Soldier by Donovan, Sheena-Na-Gig by PJ Harvey, Capsize by Black Delta, Through the Valley by Shawn James, etc. Basically anything that has that vintage old vibes and missing home feels and some moody ones as well.

Insomnia

If back in Insomnia, Cor would open the door and ask them all to keep it down. Back in his room he’d take up his guitar and sing some of his ‘cowboy’ music. Shh nobody knows.

The hall in Insomnia is vast and music echoed all over the walls each time there was a celebration or a performance by the Royal Symphony. One day, completely bored to death, Prompto and Noctis used a small audio system to start rapping in the hall, the amplifier making their voices ring all around. They sang in the silliest way possible or would imitate any person’s voice and would comment on any topic like radio DJs. Monica wasn’t pleased when she heard how Prompto imitated her voice — he got an especially grueling training in firearms the next day.

King Regis would ask any close female friend to dance with him during a celebration and would be rather dashing. Veritas noted that he’s still quite the dancer thirty years ago, much to his satisfaction.

As a young man, King Regis loves to listen to instrumental compositions. He’s not into the whole modern music of his age, moreover the ones his son loves to blast out during the mornings and midnights. He prefers the calm he gets when he listens to instrumental music and yet, despite the fast beats, he likes to listen to samba music, too. Oh dear, Queen Aulea used to tease him about it. And it was only her who got the killjoy prince to dance to it…and his lover was only too pleased with herself for coaxing him to uhh, shake those hips. If only she had taken a photo of him!

After seeing Lunafreya on television and newspaper coverage as well as hearing about her on the radio, Nyx Ulric finds himself absolutely smitten with the Oracle. Of course he denies it. There’s no way he can crush on the most loved woman of Eos. She’s way up there and he’s like, a dude who lives in a slightly shabby apartment in a not-so flashy neighborhood in Insomnia, a guy who likes dirt roads and road trips while she’s probably into posh Altissian dinners, high end hotel rooms and a mansion that smells like sylleblossoms that probably practically grows in every corner. His list goes on and on. His friends, particularly Libertus and Crowe both find it hilarious that the hero and not so innocent friend of theirs is in ‘lurve’ with the purest human being. Of course it’s a contradiction, but what’s not to love about such a tragic infatuation story? They’d tease him during their breaks or whenever she appears on the media. Their go to song to push their lovestruck friend’s buttons is ‘Uptown Girl’ from a vintage band. And boy would Nyx’s ears turn red as the two would sing along, pushing an article of newspaper with Lunafreya’s face. The song stuck and unfortunately for Nyx, it’ll play in his head even until the moment he suddenly meets the Oracle herself. Poor guy.

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*Updated 11/27/24*

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Hot Tub: part two

summary: rocker has been flirting with you for months, and finally asks you out after a long day at work. you cave, and finally say yes, somehow ending up really close when you get into his hot tub.

word count: 3.3k

part 1

A/N: a few people asked for a part two so here it is! I'm still not super comfortable writing smut so hopefully this isn't too bad! i’m thinking of maybe writing another part about how they interact at work too so please let me know if you would like to read that! anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: lots of pet names, smut, fingering, cunnilingus (fem!receiving), unprotected sex (do not recommend), no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

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You giggle as Rocker turns towards the patio door, his expression making him look like he’s on a mission.

“Put me down! I’m too heavy!” you squeal, arms tightening around his neck to balance yourself. You feel your stomach flutter, feeling his strong arms holding you, hands tightly gripping the back of your thighs.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I seem to be doing alright, don’t I?” he teases, tightening his grip on your thighs as he walks into the house.

You can’t help but smile widely as you bury your face in his neck, feeling giddy at his words. He looked strong, of course, but using his strength? On you? It causes desire to pool in your lower belly. You look behind you two as he steps walks through his kitchen, noticing the water dripping off of your bodies and onto his hardwood floors.

“Wait, we’re getting your house all wet, shouldn’t we dry off?” you ask softly, loosening your arms around his neck to look into his eyes. As much as you want to be in his bed immediately, you can’t help but feel a little bad about the mess you’re making.

“I don’t care right now. I’ll clean it up later.” he rasps, eyes full of lust as he meets your gaze.

“Okay…but don’t get mad at me when your whole house is wet.” you tease, biting your lip softly.

“Trust me, darling, I would never get mad at you. Besides, you’re worth every inch of water I’ll have to wipe up.” he tells you with a small smile. He tries to match your teasing tone, but dear god, all he wants right now is you under him, screaming his name. 

Once he reaches his room, he throws you on his bed gently, a predatory look on his face as he stares down at you, studying you. After a moment, he crawls on top of you, hands on either side of your head as he hovers above you.

“Such a gentleman.” you whisper, feeling your breath catch in your throat as he moves, lips parted ever so slightly.

“Just for you, sweetheart,” he starts, one hand moving to slowly caress your cheek before moving down, “no one else gets this side of me.” You feel his fingers ghosting over your neck, down to your chest, then down to your stomach. 

You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek as you feel his body pressing against yours, his hard length against your lower belly. You let out a shaky breath as you slowly reach for the string of your bikini top, holding eye contact as your breath quickens. Your hand shakes slightly as you slowly pull on the string of your top, self consciousness creeping into you as you watch how intently he’s watching you, how his eyes are staring at your chest hungrily. Your hand hesitates, not quite untying it as you swallow, exhaling softly.

He notices the way you hesitate, leaning down to give you a reassuring kiss before moving a hand to cover the hand you were using to untie your top.

“Just lay back for me, sweetheart. Let me do it for you.” he says softly, hoping to ease your nerves. 

You nod as you take your hand away from your top, letting him take over. He undoes your top, slowly pulling it away from your body, throwing it somewhere in the room. You bite your lip as he stares at your chest intently, face getting hot from his attention focused solely on your bare chest. 

He leans down, kissing your neck before slowly trailing kisses down to your collarbones. His lips move down to one of your breasts, slowly bringing your nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling it as your breath catches in your throat. As his mouth focuses on one breast, his hand moves up to the other, squeezing gently before slowly rolling your nipple between his fingers, eliciting a whine from your lips.

He chuckles softly, pulling back after a few moments to look at your face, his hand moving from your breast down to your stomach, fingertips tracing your stretch marks. Your breath catches in your throat as he gives your stomach attention, and he feels the way you tense under him slightly, but you don’t pull away.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.” he tells you, eyes trailing down to your stomach, groaning softly as he sees the way your soft tummy moves as you take deep breaths.

He starts to move down your body, kissing your stomach as he goes, looking up to meet your eyes as you sit up on your forearms.

“Look at you. So pretty,” he whispers, continuing to kiss your stomach as he reaches a hand out to undo your swim suit bottoms. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” he tells you, smirking as the first string becomes completely untied. 

“I’m just laying here.” you tease softly, trying to calm your nerves, feeling slightly overwhelmed at all the attention he was giving you. You bite your lip as you see his other hand starting to work on your bottom’s other string, heat pooling between your thighs as his eyes scan you, full of desire.

“Doing just as I asked,” he corrects, matching your teasing tone, gently massaging your hip as he speaks before undoing the second string. He slowly pulls your bottoms off of you, leaving you completely exposed to him. “I think you deserve a reward.” he rasps, starting to kiss up your thighs, hands gripping them as you flinch slightly from the feeling of his stubble on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“I already got that in the hot tub.” you tease softly, biting your lip as he moves closer to your core, breath quickening in anticipation as you look down at him.

“That was just an appetizer, sweetheart. I’ve been wanting to taste you for months.” he tells you, eyes darkening as he eyes your core, licking his lips at the sight.

He reaches up, thumb slowly teasing your clit as his eyes dart back up to yours, smirking as you let out a soft moan.

“Can I?” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your inner thighs, looking up at you with an almost pleading look in his eyes.

“Please.” you get out, your hips starting to buck slightly at the feeling of his thumb rubbing circles over your sensitive bud, aching with need.

“So polite. My pretty girl,” he teases softly, throwing one leg over his shoulder as one of his fingers pushes into you, curling slowly before he adds a second. You let out a whine, your head dropping back as you revel in the feeling of his fingers inside you. He smirks as he notices how wet you are for him, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your clit as his fingers continue to move in and out at a torturously slow pace.

“So needy,” he whispers as you mewl, squirming under him, “and yet you’re still so polite, so patient.”

He hums as he watches you, head thrown back but still leaning up on your forearms. He removes his fingers and leans down to your heat, the flat of his tongue licking a strip down your folds, groaning as he finally tastes you on his tongue. He continues to tease you with his tongue before moving to your clit, sucking on it gently as a high-pitched whine escapes your throat, dropping onto your back completely.

“So sweet,” he rasps, licking his lips before diving back in, his tongue slowly pushing deeper into you, causing you to arch your back. As he continues fucking you with his tongue, he feels your hips start to buck up against him, desperate for more, your hands going to his hair.

He chuckles softly against your core, sending vibrations through you. He grips your hips tighter as you squirm more under him, forcing you to hold still as his lips attach to your clit again.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out as his tongue begins to move quicker, pleasure building up in your stomach as he brings you closer to the edge.

He feels your body start to move under him with more urgency, and sensing that you are nearing the edge, he starts lapping at your cunt with increased fervor.

It doesn’t take long before your high is crashing over you, your grip on his hair tightening slightly as you arch your back, letting out a loud moan as your release lands on his tongue.

His pace slows as he helps you ride out your high, lapping up your juices with his tongue, his thumbs slowly tracing circles on your hips as he holds them in place.

He smiles as he pulls away from you, slowly kissing his way up your body again. You grab his face as he comes up, guiding him up to your mouth. You kiss him hard, still breathing heavily, tasting yourself on his lips as he groans softly. He decides then that that was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He loved the feeling of your thick thighs around his head, your taste on his tongue, how your soft body felt under his fingertips. 

As you continue kissing him, your hands trail down his torso, reaching for the strings of his swim shorts. Feeling your hands on his abdomen, he pulls back, standing at the edge of the bed to undo his shorts, letting them fall down his legs as his member springs free. He steps out of them as you sit up, moving to kneel in front of him on the bed, your eyes hooded with lust as you eye his impressive cock, mouth watering.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you begin to kiss his jaw and neck, then slowly make your way down his torso. Before you get too far down, he puts a finger under your chin, bringing your face back up to his, shaking his head slightly before kissing you softly with a hand wrapped around your neck and the other gripping your hip.

You furrow your brows slightly at this, pulling back from the kiss, your hand moving down his chest again.

“Wanna make you feel good.” you whisper, biting your lip as you think about taking him into your mouth. He shakes his head again as his thumb ghosts your cheek.

“Next time, sweetheart. Need you now.” he rasps, pushing you back down onto the bed, leaning over you again, one knee sliding up between your legs and hiking one of your thighs up to his waist.

You whimper as he hikes your leg up, hands moving up to rest on his shoulders. You look up at him, spreading your legs further as he reaches down, slowly teasing your folds with the head of his cock.

“God, you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of touching you like you’re a goddamn work of art.” he whispers, which earns him a whine from your lips. You look up at him with hooded eyes, hips bucking slightly as he teases you, still feeling sensitive from your orgasm. 

“Yeah? What exactly have you been dreaming about?” you tease breathlessly, growing desperate to feel him inside of you.

“Having you wrapped around me, clenching around me, cumming on my cock.” he whispers, slowly pushing into you, a satisfied whimper leaving your lips. His head drops to the crook of your neck as you take all of him, pressing a soft kiss to your neck as your grip tightens on his shoulders, getting used to his size. 

Once your grip on his shoulders loosens, he takes this as the okay to move, slowly rocking his hips into yours, loving the way you feel stretched out around him.

He increases his speed as your whines get louder, needier, moaning into your ear as his hips snap into yours.

“Let me hear you, princess. Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.” he whispers into your ear, a hand going down to your thigh, pulling it up higher on his waist, allowing him to get that much deeper.

You let out a loud whimper as you arch your back, nails digging into his back, moaning his name softly.

“Touch me.” you plead, looking up at him with desperate eyes. He chuckles softly at your words, reaching down to tease your clit, groaning as he feels you clench around him, starting to feel close to reaching his climax.

Your brain feels so clouded by him that you’re unable to form words, only able to focus on the pleasure he was giving you. You bite your lip as you feel your high approaching again, your hips beginning to buck up into his again, your leg wrapping around his waist tighter.

“You gonna make a mess for me, pretty girl?” he asks, a cocky expression on his face as he notices you nearing the edge, his thumb moving in quicker circles against your clit.

You nod, closing your eyes as you tilt your head back, your high quickly approaching.

“You’re gonna have to ask. Do you think you can do that? Can my pretty girl ask properly?” he says in an almost degrading tone, fingers leaving your clit to grab your jaw, forcing your eyes open. He loved the way you looked right now, spread open for him and desperate.

“Wanna come on your cock, please. Want you to fill me up, please. Need to feel you.” you mumble, looking up at him with doe eyes as you feel his hips start to move in uneven thrusts.

He groans at your words, the way you’re clenching around him paired with your words sending him over the edge.

You groan as you feel him filling you up, his body tensing as he emptied into you, before he continues to rub your clit faster, causing you to fall over the edge as well.

He groans, face falling back into the crook of your neck as he feels you clench around him, his hips slow as you both come down from your high, both trying to catch your breath.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart.” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, keeping his cock inside of you.

You close your eyes, swallowing as you try to catch your breath, biting your lip as you smile softly at his words.

He stays inside of you for a few moments, pressing soft kisses to your neck, jaw, and face, before he pulls out. You whine softly, feeling empty as you open your eyes, looking up at him as he stands up from the bed.

“Gonna go get something to clean you up,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “be right back.”

He disappears into the bathroom as you lay on his bed, your breath slowing down as you sit back up on your forearms, smiling at him weakly as he walks back into the room with a wet cloth.

He takes a moment to look at you, trying to burn the scene into his head, as if for some reason you were going to tell him that this was just a one time thing. He takes in the fucked out look on your face. The way your chest and tummy are rising and falling as you breathe. Your legs still spread, your mixed releases slowly dripping out of your cunt and onto his sheets.

He smiles softly to himself before moving to gently clean up the cum that had made its way down your thighs, kissing your plush stomach as he moves the cloth over your skin. 

Once he finishes, he throws the cloth to the side, crawling into bed beside you. He lays on his back, urging you to lay your head on his chest, letting one arm wrap around your shoulders, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your skin. The other hand moves to your thigh, moving your leg over his, his fingers gently squeezing your thigh as he feels your weight half on top of him.

After a while of enjoying each other's presence; listening to each other's breathing, and feeling one another’s heartbeats, you lift your head to look up at him, chin resting on his chest.

“What happens now? At work?” you whisper, slightly nervous, but desperately trying to hide it. While you knew it wasn’t as easy as just simply telling everyone, you desperately wanted it to happen. Despite you being wrapped in his arms, fingers gently tracing patterns on his chest, there was still a hint of doubt that he wanted anything more than a night with you. You were prepared to follow his lead, whatever it may be.

“Oh, you’re worried the team will find out, huh?” he teases softly, not picking up on the nervousness, your SWAT training coming in handy at this moment. “It can be our little secret.” he whispers, the hand on your thigh moving up to your side, tickling it.

You giggle as he tickles you, swatting his hand away, earning a chuckle from him as he moves his hand back to your thigh. You turn your head away from him, resting your cheek on his chest, smile disappearing from your face slowly.

“Is that what you want?” you whisper, nervousness slipping into your voice, sadness creeping into your eyes as the fear of this being a one time thing grows.

“Of course not, sweetheart. I wanna kiss you like you’re my goddamn wife.” he whispers, grabbing your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his.

“Yeah?” you whisper as he forces your chin up, a hopeful look in your eyes. He really does want you. 

“Yeah, but there’s protocols for this. Honestly, I have no idea what to do.” he tells you seriously, feeling your face heat up under his fingers, looking down at you with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“I guess we can’t tell anyone.” you whisper, sadness filling your eyes again as the realization hits you. You wanna be able to be with him without worrying about it, but in your line of work, this kind of thing is definitely against the code of conduct. You weren’t sure what to say. As much as you want to keep seeing him, in whatever way you could, you weren’t sure how much he was willing to sneak around.

“It doesn’t mean we have to stop.” he whispers to you, equally as unsure.

God, he wanted you so bad. In any way you’d let him have you. If you wanted to keep seeing him in secret, and not just for sex, he’d jump at that. He would take anything you allowed him to have.

“Okay,” you reply, a smile growing on your face as you bite your lip. “Do you mean just the sex? Because I’m okay with that, I just wanna know.” you whisper, averting your gaze from his eyes.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes as his grip tightens on your chin, forcing you to look back into his eyes, a smirk on his face.

“How can someone so gorgeous be so dense?” he teases softly, squeezing your shoulder, a smirk growing on his face. “I want you. All of you. I don’t just want sex, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I just thought-” you whisper, trailing off, your face growing hot as the smile on your face grows.

“Thought what? Baby, I don’t know what else I need to say to prove it to you. You remember me telling you how I’ve been flirting with you for months, right? I meant every word I’ve said, so don’t give me that ‘oh, I just thought’ bullshit.” he tells you, trying to mimic your tone, earning a soft giggle from you.

You rest your cheek on his cheek again, arm around his torso tightening slightly, a wide smile across your face as it sinks in. He wants you. You want each other.

At that moment, work protocol didn’t matter. Because your feelings for each other could not be stopped, and neither of you would stop them, even if you could.

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you guys this is so self indulgent and different than what i usually write but it had to be done and i blame my current cod hyperfixation for this<3

imagine your boyfriend rocker chasing you through the woods😵‍💫

you feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest as you race through the trees, hearing nothing but the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears and the snaps of twigs under your bare feet. your path is illuminated only by the almost-full moon, and while you’re thankful for the soft light that allows you to see where you’re going, you also know that it means he can see you as well.

you know he’s a better runner than you are; you’ve never been very quick, but the adrenaline pumping through your body allows you to keep running through the night. the bottom of your feet are sore, and you feel the stray branches slice against your bare legs as you run deeper into the woods, but you don’t stop.

“i’m gonna find you, sweetheart. there’s no point in running.” his voice echoes through the warm breeze and into your ears. you look behind you, trying to see if he’s finally found you, but you don’t see him. once you turn back around, you hear his heavy footsteps not too far from where you are, and you have to fight back a noise of both fear and excitement.

it’s always been a fantasy of yours; to be chased through the woods like prey. you’re not sure what it is about the idea, but it makes desire course through you and your skin erupt in goosebumps. rocker had found out one day when you were reading a book in bed. he saw how enthralled you were with the chapter you were currently reading, how your thighs squeezed together every so often, so he decided to pick up the book the next morning when you were getting ready for work. 

he was intrigued by the idea, and he sort of liked the idea of having to catch you in order to have his way with you, so he approached you one day and asked you about it. you were embarrassed at first, but once he had finally calmed you down and told you that he was interested, you let your guard down and agreed to let him chase you through the woods on his family’s property. he had told his parents that you two were just going camping for the weekend, and it was far enough from the house that no one would know the difference anyway.

you finally duck behind a tree, breathing heavily as you press your back tightly against the trunk. you’re only wearing a short nightdress, and the thin white fabric isn’t doing much to protect your soft skin from the harsh tree bark, but you kept your back firmly in place as if you’ll sink right into the tree and your hiding place will not be found by him.

you hear his footsteps get closer, his loud pants being carried through the air, making you shiver. you can hear the branches snapping under his boots, and you bite your lip in an attempt to quiet your breathing. you think about the harsh contrast of his tight t-shirt, cargo pants, and boots versus your flimsy white nightdress and you feel your desire pooling between your legs. at this moment, you’re not sure if you’d rather be caught or keep running, chasing the adrenaline high you’re feeling.

“i thought you’d be better than this, sweetheart. i’m getting close, aren’t i? i can hear your breathing.” he teases in a dark tone, slowing his pace as he gets closer to the sound of your breaths to quiet his steps. you put a hand over your mouth to stifle your breathing, your lungs burning as you struggle to give them some much needed air. you also feel your inner thighs starting to burn, having nothing to stop the chafing between your thick thighs, but the pain almost fades to nothing as you feel your arousal soaking through your panties.

you’re so focused on slowing your breathing that you barely hear him round the tree and grab your wide hips, holding you against the tree with a low growl before you have time to react.

“i’ve caught my prey. now you know what i get to do?” he purrs, his face just inches from yours. you look up at him with wide eyes, still breathing heavily as he presses himself against you. 

“what?” you get out, whimpering softly as you feel him roll his hips against yours ever so slightly, his hardening length pushing against your soft tummy. he smirks at your innocent little answer, leaning down further to whisper in your ear.

“whatever i want, princess. you get to be my pretty little toy.” he whispers before nibbling at your ear gently. you tilt your head back instinctively, letting out a shaky breath.

“you like the sound of that, sweetheart? you like the idea of being my little toy? being used by me?” you whimper at his words, arching your back into him as you nod eagerly.

“please.” you whisper, your voice barely audible. he smirks down at you darkly, one hand reaching up to run down your cheek.

“you want me to use you, pretty girl? is that what you want?” you nod again, whimpering as you try to move your hips against his, desperate for friction against your dripping core. he hums softly at your reaction, putting his hand back on your hip and tightening his grip, stopping you from moving against him.

“get on your knees, sweetheart. now.”

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NSFW Alphabet

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i started writing fics recently because of all of the intricate plots that were bouncing around in my brain and yet here i am now only able to write smut??? i feel like natalie portman in that black swan scene where she's staring at whore written on the mirror like🧍🏼‍♀️Also can we pls talk about his eyes in that gif? he's so pretty goodbye. that’s all i have to say, enjoy<3

warnings: smut (obviously lol), no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

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

After sex he'll help clean you up, taking a shower with you, if you want. He'll help you wash your body, and lets you do the same to him before curling up with you, your head resting on his chest while his fingers ghost up and down your back.

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

His: He would have to say his hands, but mostly because he knows how much you love them. They're strong and rough, but they can also be gentle when the moment calls for it. He also loves to make you feel good using just his hands, watching intently as your head falls back, whimpering softly.

Yours: I think he's an ass man, but he also loves your neck. He loves how you shiver when he runs his fingers down your neck, or when he wraps his hand around your throat. He also loves the way you tilt your head back as he kisses down your neck to your shoulders and chest.

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

This man is truly not picky at all about where he cums. Your face, your chest, your belly, your thighs, your back, your ass, inside you? All good to him. He does, however, love seeing the way his cum drips down your face after you use your mouth.

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

He would LOVE to fuck you at work, in an empty office, in the bathroom, in the shooting range when everyone goes home for the night. There's a part of him that just loves the idea of someone possibly walking in and seeing you breathless and whining for his cock. It's a secret though because he would never actually do it, not even if he knew no one was there. He thinks too much about the possibility of it going wrong, and he knows he could never live out that fantasy (although it doesn't stop him from thinking about it).

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

He has had PLENTY of experience. He's 6'2 and built as hell, you can't tell me he can't get most women he tries to seduce. He knows exactly what he's doing, and he's a cocky little shit about it but he's so pretty<3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I think his favourite position is doggy, loving to see your ass and thighs jiggle as he pounds into you. He has his hands firmly on your hips, taking the chance to spank your ass every now and then. He also loves to put an arm around your waist, pulling you up so your back is against his chest, kissing your neck and shoulders sloppily as he fills you up with his cum.

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

I think he's more serious in the moment, his mind only on the way you look wrapped around him, breathless and panting. He can sometimes be more goofy, but for the most part, he's pretty serious.

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

I think he keeps it adequately trimmed, the carpet matches the drapes. He doesn't really care in terms of his partner, but he prefers it at least a little trimmed, or bare.

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

He loves having his hands on you, stroking your face and down your body, holding you close to him, but I don't think he's necessarily super romantic. He does love holding your hands though as he uses his mouth, or when he slides into you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think he'll jerk off after a hard day at work, and he can't see you/you aren't in the mood. He's not opposed to it by any means, but if he wasn't in a relationship and he had an exceptionally bad day, he might go to a bar and take someone home instead.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Authority: He LOVES when you call him sergeant, or sir. He likes being in control, and he loves seeing the way you submit to him so easily.

Brat taming: HEAR ME OUT!!! There's just something about the way you argue with him, crossing your arms over your chest and looking up at him like he doesn't have at least a few inches of height on you. He loves shutting you up by pushing you against the closest wall or piece of furniture, making you squirm and whine for him until you can't think of a snarky little remark.

Restraints: This goes a little with the last two, but he loves seeing you tied up, lying helplessly on the bed, unable to do anything but beg him to let you cum. He loves the look in your eyes as you look up at him, pleasure clouding your eyes, knowing you trust him enough to do whatever he wants to you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves the bedroom, it being the easiest place to move you however he wants, But if he can't wait, he loves to push you over the back of the couch, quickly stripping your clothes off of your body before he's sinking into you. He especially loves to do this when you're wearing a dress. All he has to do is flip your dress up and pull your panties to the side.

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

He loves it when you argue with him. Not about serious things, of course, although a few arguments have definitely ended in him pressing you against the nearest wall harshly, hands gripping your plush thighs as he picks you up, kissing your neck roughly. He just loves when you challenge him, loving how he can get you begging very quickly, your attitude flying out the window as he teases your clit.

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

While he is generally pretty rough, he wouldn't do anything to hurt you too much. Spanking and biting is definitely something he would be okay with, but anything too painful isn't for him. He would also definitely not be into the thought of sharing you. He wants you all to himself.

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

I don't think he really has a preference, although he doesn't last long when you get on your knees for him. He's quick to grab your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail as he guides your head down, loving the look on your face as you take all of him. While he loves cumming down your throat, he also LOVES to watch his cum drip down your face, as you desperately try to catch your breath.

He loves eating you out, though, especially loving when you ride his face. The first time you were a little hesitant, biting your lip as he guided you up his torso towards his mouth. He reassured you that he was definitely okay with it, quickly pulling you flush against him as you hovered over his face nervously. He loves feeling your soft thighs around his head, how they feel in his hands as he keeps you in place, greedily lapping at your cunt.

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

Most of the time he's fast and rough, loving how you squirm for him, begging for him to keep going. He loves watching the way your thighs, tummy, and chest jiggle as he fucks you roughly, and loves watching your ass bounce as he takes you from behind. I think he does go slow and sensual sometimes, but you would have to ask for it, or it would have to be for a specific reason (anniversary, one of you had a close call at work, etc).

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

He definitely wouldn't turn down a quickie, especially if you were teasing him before you were supposed to go somewhere, but he would prefer to take his time with you. He likes to get you worked up and begging for him before he slides into you, smirking down at you as you look up at him with hooded eyes, breathing heavily.

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

He's fine with taking risks, as long as they're not too crazy. He loves to experiment, of course making sure you talk about it beforehand.

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

He could last 2-3 rounds, about 10-15 minutes each.

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

He owns some toys: restraints, blindfolds, gags, vibrators. He mostly uses them on you, but could be persuaded to let you use them on him (you would have to quickly restrain him before doing anything so he can't use his strength to flip the tables though lol)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a fucking TEASE x10000

He gets off on watching you squirm and beg for him, loving how much power he has over you. It gives him a boost of confidence that you're so desperate for him, and he loves putting you in your place by stopping before you fall over the edge, laughing as you whine and thrash around, begging for more friction.

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

He's not afraid to let you know how good you feel wrapped around him, whispering how well you take him, how pretty you look when you're clenching around him and your eyes are rolled back. He'll also let out low grunts and moans as his fucks you from behind, pulling you back to him by your hair to moan in your ear.

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

This man gets off on using his fingers to make you fall apart. If he has the time, he wants to make you cum on his fingers before he properly fucks you, loving the way you whimper as he curls his fingers, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

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

7 inches, thick.

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

It's not on his mind all the time, often having other things to worry about, but when he gets home and sees you, he can't help but think about the way you look breathless and whining under him. He would definitely be okay with having you every day, but sometimes he's too busy and a little sore from work/the gym, in which you're more than happy to get on your knees for him to make him feel better<3

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think he's pretty quick to fall asleep after, making sure you're okay before he passes out, snores softly escaping his lips.

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