#makoa gibraltar/reader

[shortythescreen]

Lmao if it's not too much to ask I'd love to jump on this ask train and know about how Bangalore or Gibraltar would be with their SO.

THANK YOU SO MUCH WOLFEY HOLY FUCK 

Bangalore Significant Other Headcanons: 

- When Bangalore likes someone, she starts teasing them. Definitely the type of person to tug her crush’s pigtails a little before she softens up around them. 

- Works out, like, a lot, and would super like if her partner came and worked out with her! Even if it’s just to watch her bench press three caddies on each side. Shows out a little more if her partner does come with her to the gym. 

- When her partner is sitting on the couch, she’ll sit on the floor between their legs and throw her arms over either of their knees. 

- Wash day for Bangalore doesn’t take an entire day but it does take a few hours. She appreciates a significant other that takes the time to bring her snacks during it, or keeps an eye out for products she might be low on. 

- If her partner likes to do things like getting their nails done, she’ll pay for it. She really likes how nice and pretty her partner’s fingers look after they’ve been manicured. 

- When her partner changes something about their appearance (hair, clothes, make up, etc), she will walk around them, looking them up and down, crouching down to look at them from all angles and just being obnoxiously into them. 

- Would do karaoke night with her partner. She loves songs from Mamma Mia and Hairspray in particular -- especially Fernando. 

- Anita does not stop flirting with her partner even after they’re together. Is the type of person to wolf whistle when her partner walks by, ask them for their number even though they’re already together. 

- Is a little bit of a traditionalist when it comes to dates. Insists on knocking on her partner’s door and picking them up from their house, paying for the first date, etcetra. Afterwards, she wouldn’t mind splitting bills, but would still insist on putting some money towards dates. 

- Anita calls her partner babylove. It’s a really odd, mashed up pet name, but it’s hers and she loves the way her partner lights up when she uses it on them. 

- Speaking of dates, would really like activity based dates! Bowling, mini golf, things where her and her partner are either competing or working together. 

- Is a super grumpy morning person. Will only be perked up by coffee and good morning kisses -- though her partner must be wary because she has the worst morning breath. 

- If her partner doesn’t already know how, she would show them how shoot a gun. They don’t have to practice or get super good, but it is sort of hot to watch them hit their mark. 

- Loves hugging her partner’s belly. Showers it in kisses, squishes it as much as possible. 

- Is obsessed with whatever perfume/cologne/scent her partner has. Would be the type of person to ask for a bottle of it so she could spray it on her pillow. 

Gibraltar Significant Other Headcanons:

- Big teddy bear man is the best boyfriend in the universe and no one can convince me otherwise. 

- Flowers? Got ‘em. Chocolates? Got ‘em. Little toys and trinkets and goodies at all times? GOT ‘EM. Makoa loves to give, and give, and give to his partner. 

- He’s mellowed out a lot as he’s gotten older but he still has a little bit of a wild streak in him. Would be the kind of guy to sneak into a hotel pool with his significant other, or go explore abandoned buildings. 

- Calls his partner his sunshine. Even if they’re not as sunny of a person as he is. 

- Loves to gives his partner’s piggy back rides. Actually, just likes to lift his partner up in general -- puts them on top of the kitchen counter, the bathroom counter, the dining room table. If he can place them somewhere higher, he does it. 

- Would love to take his partner on scenic dates, especially seasonal ones. Hay rides in autumn? Definitely. Going to look at light decorations during the holidays? Absolutely. 

- Makoa has tribal tattoos on his arms and is very proud of what they mean to him and his culture. That being said, he’s weak when his partner traces the sharp, intricate lines, or asks questions about them. 

- Would absolutely take his significant other to watch a fire dance. 

- His partner has to be ready to be showered in kisses. Makoa is absolutely needy for kisses and is always leaning in for one, lips puckered. He’s also super fond of kissing the top of his partner’s head if he doesn’t have time. 

- Is the type of boyfriend that would have shows to watch with his partner and would be fake devastated if they watched ahead of him. “Three episodes? Without me?”

- Cuts up fruit for his partner. Is especially fond of tropical fruits like mangoes, pineapple. 

- Makoa has to be reminded when he needs a hair cut. He usually just puts it up in his half up half down style and lets it go, so he doesn’t really notice when he starts to get split ends. 

- Has a habit of falling asleep at his significant other’s place. At first, it’s an accident. Slowly it becomes on purpose. 

[cynical-sprite]

Apex Legends characters + the ring they'd propose to you with Pt.3

Loba Andrade

Anita Williams/Bangalore

Makoa Gibraltar

Ramya Parekh/Rampart

Tae Joon Park/Crypto

[legends-of-apex]

Hi! I love your writing—could I ask for short hcs w/ a wheelchair-bound reader and Gibby? Thank you so much!!

Hey, Thank you so much!! I’d be delighted to 😋

Gibraltar x wheelchair-bound!Reader

Makoa is the happiest, jolliest and most optimistic partner anyone could ask for. He’s always there for you no matter what it is you need. Helping people is in his blood and that extends to you as well! He’ll make sure you’re as content as could be at all times. Whether’s it’s by leaving you sweet gifts or cooking for you (he tries his best), he’s always bestowing the loveliest of gestures upon you

If it’s something you like, prepare to be CARRIED. This man has muscles for days and he uses them. Always scooping you up into arms and cradling you like a gem or simply carrying you when you feel like you need a change of scenery from your chair

If you ever have any pain or discomfort , all you have to do is lift a finger and he’s by your side in an instant. He doesn’t coddle you, you’re an adult and he treats you like one. However, he’s always sure to help make you as happy and comfortable as he can. He’d move mountains for you if he could

Hope you like these! Thanks so much for your request <3

[causticsbunny]

➥Ash/Dr. Ashleigh Reid

➥Bangalore/Anita Williams

➥Bloodhound

➥Caustic/Dr. Alexander Maxwell Nox

➥Crypto/Tae Joon Park

➥Fuse/Walter Fitzroy Jr.

➥Gibraltar/Makoa Gibraltar

➥Horizon/Dr. Mary Somers

➥Lifeline/Ajay Che

➥Loba/Loba Andrade

➥Mad Maggie/Margaret Kōhere

➥Mirage/Eliott Rodger Witt

➥Octane/Octavio Silva

↬Rough Times (Fluff, male!Reader)

➥Pathfinder

➥Rampart/Ramya Parekh

➥Revenant/Kaleb Cross

➥Seer/Obi Edolasim

➥Valkyrie/Kairi Imahara

➥Wattson/Natalie Paquette

➥Wraith/Renee Hope Blasey

[unholyplumpprincess]

Anything for you

For anon who asked: Not a prompt. well kinda. pls THINK about gibby and the "you want me to wear that?" line. like, my heart can't take it. he'd be so cute in lingerie or fishnets or even just a string, maybe heels. all blushy, trying to hide but getting flustered when you tell him how good and cute he looks

Oops I made this a full fic!!!! Tysm for suggesting Gibraltar bc I’m in LOVE with him!!!

Reblogs > Likes. It costs zero dollars to reblog if you like it :D

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Gibraltar/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral/gender ambiguous, fluff, lingerie, Gibraltar likes being called pretty and has a praise kink, just very fluffy and soft nothing too bad just explicit!!!

Words: 1.8k

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Makoa Gibraltar was a romantic at heart.

It wasn’t hard to fall for him- c'mon, just look at him. Built like a real-life giant teddy bear with a kind smile and a contagious laugh. You’d met because you were one of the lead medics on standby in the medical bay for when legends would fall, or when they would become champion and need to limp their way back. You were specialized in both the robotics and the flesh that came through here, so you were scheduled to work quite frequently when a season was going on.

More than once you’d serviced him. Checking his vitals and going through the motions. Normally he’d crack jokes to you, ask how you were doing, all while he ignored the likely searing pain in his body. Sometimes he’d wince, but then beam up at you, dimples and all and go, “Ey, ain’t nothin’ I ain’t had worse of. You’ll fix me right up, right, doc?” And he always said it like he trusted everything in you and your heart would pound, you’d flush, and try to come up with something back.

You should have realized he’d been flirting. You should have realized it long before he’d asked you out all whilst rubbing the back of his neck and mumbling that maybe in the med-bay wasn’t the most ROMANTIC area to ask you out, but he couldn’t catch you off work.

You’d been so startled trying to catch what he had said that once your brain caught up, you’d finally shouted ‘yes’ a bit too loudly and enthusiastically. But, at least it made him laugh?

~Rest under the cut~

Now you were six months strong and found yourself watching the screens with more nervousness when Makoa was in the arena. You knew death didn’t happen in the arena, no, but the pain and fear were just as real. Yet, he was always so kind, big smiles and enthusiasm. One time when he’d been champion, he’d blown a kiss at the camera and said it had been for you. You hadn’t been able to talk straight for an hour.

Such a sweetheart.

Some days he was Makoa Gibraltar, Apex Legend, Apex champion, a face to be seen on a screen and to be admired.  

And some days? Some days he was just Makoa. Your boyfriend who liked to hog the blankets and squeeze you tight in the morning so you’d whine about having to go pee and laugh at you as you tried to squirm away.

Today? Today he was Makoa.

“You want me to...to wear that?”

You beam brightly, nodding your head enthusiastically as you look over at the outfit you’d lain out on a chair. Said outfit he was looking at couldn’t even count as an outfit. It was a soft baby pink baby doll, a split right beneath the chest to fan out in gorgeous lace. It came with a thong, one you’re sure wouldn’t hold him and the idea made you want to drool. You’d also lain out white fishnets and four-inch black stilettos.

“You said you wanted to get more in touch with your feminine side,” You gleefully state, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and hardly being able to lock your fingers together around him. You nose just below his shoulders where you can reach, giving him a squeeze. “Besides, you said you wanted to try wearing this sorta thing, why not start now? It’s in your size- isn't it preeeetty?”

“Ya must be the devil, baby.” Makoa laughs, causing your body to vibrate with the motion. He sounds embarrassed, and you just know his face is flushed and burning red.  

“Sooo...is that a yes?”

“For you, my love? Anything.”

--

You left your home for a little due to a call for work just to do a check up on Pathfinder’s processors. Not a problem, you lived close to the compound and it wasn’t anything difficult to walk to and from. Pathfinder is as chipper and thankful as ever, mentioning something about overheating but you’d checked his processors and they were all good to go. You offered for him to maybe lay off any activities that may be causing him to heat up, accepting his thumbs up of approval, and went on your way.

When you came home, the smell of Makoa’s shampoo was the first thing that hits you. He’d obviously had a shower a little bit ago when the warmth and humidity rolling out of the bathroom hits you as you pass it. And once you enter your bedroom, you figure out why. Not that, of course, you couldn’t take the hint but...

The outfit fit him perfectly. Right down to the heels. Makoa is sat on the edge of the bed, one powerful leg over the other, hands folded in his lap and face flushed red. His hair is down, showing the few streaks of gray from where he’d pulled his wavy hair over to one side to let it frame his face beautifully. His skin is still glowing from his shower, his tattoos all on display and making you bite your bottom lip.

“You look beautiful, baby.” You breathe out, dropping your bag on the floor next to the door and kicking off your socks and shoes. You pad over to where he is, watching him peek up from where he’d been looking at his lap and he offers you one of those award-winning smiles. Though it’s a bit crooked as if he’s shy.

“Can you stand up and do a twirl?” You playfully speak once you’re close enough, gently resting a hand over his thigh and leaning in to get a peek at his face. Immediately Makoa laughs, hands unfolding so he can cup your face adoringly between both of his warmed hands.

“Now ya just being selfish.” He playfully responds back, bringing you closer until his full lips can cover your own. You’re both smiling into the kiss, your nails lightly pressing to his thigh as you stand on your tiptoes to get a better angle for him.

Once you part, you bop your nose affectionately to his with a small laugh, “Aw, c’mon, didn’t you just say earlier that I could have anything?”

The reminder makes his eyes open, deep pools of brown that narrow playfully at his own words being twisted. You offer a grin in turn, bouncing your eyebrows twice to effectively make him laugh and shoo you back and offering you his seat.

You plop onto the bed like an excited child. Smiling brightly up at him as he stands in front of you, four inches taller than he normally is and near marking him at 7 foot. You don’t mask your attraction nor excitement as you bite your bottom lip, hands in your lap and practically bouncing in place.

You eagerly make a ‘go ahead’ motion with your head and that makes Makoa chuckle, rolling his eyes dramatically at you before doing a spin for you. He even goes so far as to grab the chair you’d had resting in the middle of your room where you most certainly did not have it JUST to put the clean clothed you didn’t want to fold into.

Okay maybe, but that wasn’t the point.

The point was now he’s bent over. Bent completely over, grasping the edge of the chair, legs splayed a bit, and showing you all his features. How his ass looks in the fishnets and thong, you’re right about the thong not being able to hold him, but seems the fishnets were doing a pretty good job in helping secure his cock to his body. His powerful, long legs look ever the more defined in heels and oh how his soft, muscular padding looked in the baby doll from the front was already beautiful, but now you get to see the strength in his arms flex from behind.

“Oh, Makoa...” You breathe out again, letting your eyes rake over his form and a whine blossoming from your throat. “Oh, this was such a good idea.”

You watch his shoulders shake briefly with a quiet laugh, only to watch them seize up when you shift off the bed. You let your hands wander down over his thick ass, squeezing appreciatively at his thighs and sliding one hand between his legs to cup at the bulge in his thong.

Makoa’s breath wavers, head falling forward and a small shake added to his body. You coo about how pretty he is again as you let both hands come up to grab at the top of his tights, rolling them down his ass with his thong and groaning at the sight of him.

Hearing his breath pick up as you slide your hands back between his thighs, you gently pat and make him spread his legs wider. His cock hangs between his legs, a thick girth rivaling your wrist. He’s a good seven inches and half chubbed up right now, he’s proportional to his body with his hair kept trimmed in this area. His balls are a good handful, heavy in your palm where you gently squeeze and roll them now just to hear him choke out a sound.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his ass. The flush of his hole makes you want to lick and suck and kiss and make him whine about how embarrassing it was for you to touch there. You bite your lip at the thought, tempted to, but you save the thought for later.

“You’re so pretty, sweetheart.” You murmur again, dropping to your knees with a dull thud behind him so you can roll his tights down a little more to really get a good look at him. You sigh at the way his cock jerks at the praise, running a finger along the underside just to watch it lazily jerk again.

Makoa shudders, hanging his head. His voice is tight when he finally speaks, just as you wrap a loose hand around his cock. “N-not that I don’t like being-” He pauses to take a sharp breath in when you hum happily, swiping a thumb over the drooling head to smear the bead of precum. “-expo—exposed for you like this but the heels are a little-”

His voice shakes again when your other hand cups his balls, gently squeezing and distracting him. From behind him, you grin deviously, but you press a kiss to the back of his thigh. ”You wanna sit down instead?”

He immediately nods, making you release him and helping him get out of his heels, undoing the strap around his ankle and pulling it off each foot before guiding him to sit down on the bed.

You scoot on your knees to rest between his splayed out thighs. Watching Makoa’s fingers flex on his thighs and smiling as you lean up to nuzzle at his inner thigh, helping him pull off his tights and thong so he’d stay in just his baby doll.

“Just relax and let me take care of you tonight, sweetheart.” You murmur.

A tease of a grin edges his lips, fluttering his lashes.

“Anything for you, my love.”

[shortythescreen]

“i bet im strong enough to pick you up” with gibraltar, please?

Your team dropped relatively far from the rest. 

Anita and Makoa thought it would be smarter -- collect some decent loot from the place most people weren’t going to go and then work your way up to fighting other squads and stealing what they had. 

It’s a good idea, a strategic one. It’s also very boring and down to fifteen squads, you still haven’t seen any action. So you’ve taken to bothering your squadmates. 

“Christ, Rookie, you’re killing me,” Anita groans. She’s carrying a scout, aiming down her sight every so often to sweep the area for enemies. “We’re not gonna take anyone by surprise if you keep talking.” 

“I don’t get how you guys can just sit in silence for so long!” You exclaim from your perch on the top of a building. There’s no one around for miles -- not anyone that you can see, or sense. 

“We’re a little more experienced than you,” says Makoa. You look at him over the edge of the building and he’s grinning, watching you with sparkling, amused eyes. 

“Fine then! Answer some questions for the newbie. Like... How much can you guys bench?” You ask, hopping down from your perch. You land just inches away from Makoa, whose warm eyes make your heart pump a little more hectically. 

“Four caddies on a good day,” Anita says and when you look over your shoulder at her, she’s still aiming down her sight. Smirking, but aiming still. You turn your gaze back to Makoa. 

He’s a mountain of a man -- looking round but actually strong as hell. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen him kill off one of his opponents by sitting on them and that alone tells you just how much he weighs in muscle alone. 

“Don’t usually keep track, braddah,” says Makoa, “just let whoever’s my gym buddy keep putting them on until I can lift anymore.” 

“I’ll be your gym buddy so I can keep track,” you offer, though the thought of Makoa sweaty and possibly shirtless makes something hot bolt through you. 

“I don’t think you could keep up, kid,” says Makoa, winking down at you. Your jaw drops. 

“I could totally keep up!” You exclaim. “I got here, didn’t I?” 

“Half the battle,” he says, though you can see the mischievous little gleam in his eye. 

“I could! I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up!” You exclaim. Makoa’s brows raise and he tilts his head to the side, lips puckering to let out a low whistle. 

“Oho, is that so?” He says, leaning a little closer to you, and wow, did you just tell a mountain you could move it? His grin seems to confirm it but you’re too distracted by the way he’s closing the proximity between you to be afraid. “Bring it on, then.” 

You huff, strapping your spitfire to your back. You move closer, wrapping your arms around him -- he dwarfs you and your fingertips don’t even touch on his back. You swallow, trying your damnedest not to focus on the muscle you can feel even through his clothes, the dormant strength in his body. His eyes stay on you, amused, and he looks like the fucking sun with that smile. 

Before you even start trying to lift him, Makoa suddenly lifts you up, tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You shriek, narrowly avoiding your head colliding with his peacekeeper. 

“Makoa!” 

“Don’t embarrass yourself, kid. C’mon, I think Anita’s found somethin’ good,” he giggles, jogging along with you on his back. So much for boring. 

[shortythescreen]

How about 'I didn't mean to fall asleep leaning on you' for Gibby?

Last you remembered, you and your fellow legends were in the middle of watching a movie. 

It was Octavio’s turn to choose, which meant you guys were watching a horror movie. How he can like those things when all you guys do all day long is shoot each other is beyond you. However, you guys have been having this movie night for long enough to respect the rotation -- and it was his turn to pick. 

You don’t remember exactly when you drifted off. Maybe when the Nun first got possessed, or that chick’s head twisted in a full circle. Regardless, you’re waking to the sound of cheering, coupled with a bloodcurdling screen. 

You squint at the bright screen, finding Octavio, Pathfinder, and Natalie crowded around the very front of the screen. They’re clapping, cheering on the movie’s protagonist. 

“Woke you up, huh?” Your pillow rumbles. Except, pillows don’t talk. You blink your sleepy eyes, lifting yourself up to look at what you were leaning on. Or rather, who. 

“Oh, fuck, Makoa,” you say. He’s beaming at you, his kind eyes crinkled at the corners. One of his arms is strewn across the back of the sofa, behind where you had been laying.

“C’mon now, braddah, not in front of all of ‘em,” he whispers at you. Your warm face turns hot and you reach up, pressing your hands against your cheeks in the hopes of cooling them. For all you joked that Makoa is a teddy bear, you hadn’t meant to use him like one. 

“Shut up, dude, you know that’s not what I meant,” you groan and he snickers, his chin tucking towards his chest. His nose wrinkles near his eyes and you swallow, heart clenching. “I-”

“Shhhh!” Natalie and Octavio hiss in unison, waving their hands back at you without really looking. You roll your eyes, looking their way, only to find Pathfinder looking at you. He gives you a thumbs up, before turning his optic back to the TV. You purse your lips at the group and you hear Makoa giggle next to you. He’s still smiling at you, with his stupidly straight teeth and his pretty eyes, 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you,” you murmur, rubbing your eye. Faster than you can blink, Makoa reaches out, grabbing your shoulder. He yanks you back into his chest and this time, you’re in his lap. You sputter but he only nuzzles his nose against the nape of your neck. 

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, baby,” he murmurs, the pet name making an inhumanly high noise leave you. You hear the grin in his voice as he loops his thick, tree trunk arms around you. “You can use me as a pillow for as long as you want.” 

“C’mon, amigos, shut up,” Octavio whines over his shoulder before you can maybe think of something witty or flirty or sexy to say.

You huff out, crossing your arms over your chest. You settle your crossed arms over his and relax back into Makoa’s chest, eyes shutting, the sound of his laughter soothing you back to sleep. 

[shortythescreen]

*slides into your inbox* May i please have some nsft headcanons for Gibraltar with his SO please? I need more content of this handsome teddy bear!

Note(s): NSFT/18+ under the read more. Gender neutral reader. 

Gibraltar NSFW Headcanons: 

- Makoa is obviously a big boy. His height makes a lot of positions a problem -- would definitely need to put a pillow or two under his partners knees to help elevate them while hitting it from the back unless they were just as tall or taller. 

- As a result, his go-to is good ole missionary. He likes to look his partner in the face anyway and is a sucker for pushing their legs back against their chest while he fucks them. 

- That being said, another favorite of his is the snuggle fuck. Especially early in the morning or late at night. Grabbing his partner’s hips, dragging them back against his dick, murmuring in their ear while he grinds against the cleft of their ass, teasing their eager hole? Nothing better. 

- Makoa is very vocal -- moans, whimpers, cries, yelps, even in response to small things like sucking on his neck, or scratching nails down his back. He likes for his partner to know when they’re making him feel good. 

- Speaking of scratching his back -- he’s actually not the biggest fan of it but he likes when his partner lets him know they’re feeling good. Would prefer heels digging into his ass, though, or clutching his shoulders. 

- Not only is he vocal in his sounds, but Makoa is vocal in his chatter. Showers his partner in compliments. 

- “You look so good like this, baby.” “How did you get so sexy?” “God, I love your ass.” “The way you say my name is so hot.” “I could fuck you all day.” 

- Mostly here for a roll in the hay. He doesn’t necessarily lean towards any specific dynamic but is willing to give any a try for his partner. Does better with soft-domming than anything else. 

- Loves to watch things on his partner jiggle. A little smack on the ass, cheeks reverberating? Chest shaking while they’re riding him, ass clapping against his thighs? He’s a sucker for it all. 

- Really, really likes anal play. Nothing crazy -- would have to be worked up to taking a strap/cock. Likes for his partner to press a finger in his ass while blowing him. 

- Makoa’s hands are humongous, like the rest of him, and he is always amazed when he can swallow up his partner’s hands. If they’re particularly small, and he can do both at the same time, it’s even better. Gentle pinning, not necessarily for dominance, but just to have that reminder of how much smaller his partner is. 

- Lowkey has a size kink? Probably doesn’t call it that but he definitely takes notices if his partner is much smaller or much bigger than him. 

- Would definitely be down to hook up in public. Backseat of a car? Hell yeah. Restaurant bathroom because he can’t wait to get his partner home? Hell yeah. Supply closet just down the hall from stupid marketing meeting the Apex team is having? Hell YEAH. 

- Lots of open mouthed, long, wet kisses.  

- When giving head, likes to have his partner sit on the edge of the bed while he kneels between their legs. It allows them to flop back if it gets to be too much and he can still maintain eye contact. 

- Very sexually open. The type of dude that will try everything once and work out safe words and all that wonderful shit. 

- Likes to eat food off of his partner’s body. Nothing super messy like chocolate sauce, but a chocolate covered strawberry? Maybe a few raspberries? Totally into it. 

- When receiving head will place his hand on the back of his partner’s head. Doesn’t fist his hand in their hair, does his best not to push or pull -- just lets his hand sit there. 

- Lives for the creampie. His cum dripping out of someone is the sexiest thing in the world -- especially if their hole is still twitching around it, pushing more of it out. 

- The best for aftercare. Would give his partner a bath, pull them to his chest, kiss all over their face until they giggle in his arms. 

- A Romantic FuckTM. 

[shortythescreen]

"i need you so bad" with gibby? i need some thicc boy in my life 😩

Note(s): NSFT/18+ under the cut. AMAB/gn reader. 

Your fascination with Makoa’s tattoos is what lead you here. You just wanted a closer look at them after seeing his sleeve torn during one of the games. The sharp, black lines caught your eye and you were too focused on the battle to truly inquire after them. 

So, like a fucking moron, you asked to workout with him instead of asking to see them. It probably would have made your life a helluva lot easier if you knew how to express the desire to get to know someone and not seem weird. 

It’s not bad, though. Far from it. You never could have ever fucking predicted the breakdown of your ‘workout’ with Makoa, but here you are. 

“Ma-” You gasp out, not sure if you were trying to say his name or if you were trying to... You don’t know, gasp for air? Makoa’s stupidly big hand is wrapped around your cock, stroking slowly, deliberately, his dark eyes watching you like you’re a fucking enemy in the ring. He’s so focused it’s almost embarrassing. 

“Hm?” Makoa says, raising an eyebrow at you, and he flashes his stupidly perfect teeth. He’s got you straddling his lap, your legs barely able to stretch across the width of him. His hips roll up, into yours, and you can feel the bulge of his dick. Shit. He’s probably huge. Does he wanna fuck you? You wanna fuck him. “Use your words, chief.” 

“That’s hot that you just said that,” you say, your hips jerking into Makoa’s hand when he pauses to thumb at the weeping tip of you. Your tongue lolls stupidly out of your mouth and the breathless chuckle that Makoa releases goes straight to your dick. “You’re so fucking hot, Mak. Shit.” 

“You’re not too bad yourself, kid,” says Makoa, and you really wish he would maybe call you baby instead of kid, because he’s got his hand on your dick and you don’t call people you touch that way kid. “Sorry. Baby.” 

“Oh, I said that out loud?” You breathlessly ask and Makoa outright laughs. If it were anyone else it would be super unsexy but it’s not anyone else. It’s Makoa. “I just wanted to see your tattoos.” 

“You can see ‘em if you want, baby,” he murmurs, his voice lowering to something sultry, promising. His other hand swoops up, finding the back of your neck, and he pulls you down, laying you on his huge chest. “Up close and personal.” 

“Fuck, Makoa,” you gasp, “I need you so bad.” 

“Oh, baby,” he grins, turning his head to kiss your cheek. ”You got me.” 

[legends-of-apex]

Apex Legends Masterlist

Crypto | Taejoon Park x Reader

‘Tough Time Sleeping’ (fluff, angst)

Soft Headcanons (fluff)

‘Duos’ (fluff)

Post-Match Headcanons (fluff)

‘Sleepy Afternoons’ (fluff)

*NSFW* Headcanons (smut)

Loba x Reader x Crypto

‘Something More’ Part I (fluff)

*NSFW* ‘Something More’ Part II (smut)

Gibraltar | Makoa Gibraltar x Reader

Fluff HC’s for a wheelchair-using Reader