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a day at the zoo ~ evan ‘buck’ buckley x reader

just a little blurb about taking Christopher to the zoo

a/n: this bi little firefighter has stolen my heart, I cannot stop thinking about him, I love him so so much and now I will annoy you all with it

“Did you know tigers are the only big cats with stripes? It helps to provide camouflage in dense cover.” Buck turns away from the information board to look at both Christopher and you.

“Everyone knows that,” Christopher quips, “and we can all read.” Your involuntary giggle earns you a playful glare from Buck.

“Ohhh, ouch!” Buck places both hands over his heart like he’s in physical pain. “I think you two have spent way too much time together,” he points straight at you, “your sass is rubbing off on him.” You completely ignore Buck’s comment and turn back to Christopher.

“Just be glad you don’t get ‘Buck’s fun facts’ at all times of the day like some of us,” you say it lightheartedly, looking up at your boyfriend with a smile. You actually love it when Buck voices the little tidbits of information even when it’s at midnight and you’re trying to sleep or in the middle of a stressful shift. Buck lets out a scoff playing along with the bit as he turns and begins to walk away from you both. “Just watch out he’ll start telling that story about the tiger that escaped-”

“Again!” You both speak at the same time and Christopher at least finds your joke funny, throwing his head back and laughing. Buck stops in his tracks and turns to look at you both as you radiate pure joy.

“I heard that!” Buck calls from a few feet away and it only makes Christopher laugh even more. When you look up at Buck he’s grinning, unable to even fake being annoyed with the pair of you. “Next time we go to the zoo I’m taking Jee, she likes all my stories.” Buck adds as you both start approaching him.

“That’s ’cause she can’t talk yet.” Christopher’s quick wit never fails to amuse you, he reminds you of his father more and more everyday.

“I hope you know I actually really do love Buck’s fun facts,” you hook your arm around Buck’s and look up at him as your chin rests on his shoulder. He gives you a genuine smile before contorting in a way so he can kiss you.

“Good, ‘cause I have more.” You both chuckle and Buck’s free hand comes up to hold the side of your head, his lips placing a kiss to your temple.

“Gross.” Christopher mumbles as he passes you both, making his way to the next animal on the map. Both Buck and you laugh in disbelief before following after him. Buck makes sure when you all stop to look at the rhinos to place an over exaggerated kiss on top of Christopher’s head which he definitely doesn’t appreciate.

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thoughts of you ~ anakin skywalker x reader

a/n: oh would you look at that I've become obsessed with another mentally ill fictional man. can't stop thinking about this cocky bastard

tags: 18+ always no matter what, fluff, secret established relationship, reader is an engineer with no specifics mentioned other than that

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” his breath fans out against your neck causing shivers to rocket down your spine, “I haven’t been able to focus on anything else.”

“Anakin.” His name doesn’t come out as stern as you’d like, his lips pressed against your neck making sure you are like putty in his hands. It’s too public, with you pressed up against a tall pillar right next to the meditation gardens, anyone could walk by and see you both. Your hand sinks into his growing hair and your fingers tug lightly until his eyes meet yours, “Ani.” He gives you that signature smile, his eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips, he acts completely oblivious to your worry. “As much as I like this,” your fingers skim through his hair and down the back of his neck until they rest against his chest, “you’re going to get us caught if you keep this up.”

“I’m not in the business of getting caught, angel.” That cocky grin spreads across his face and you can’t help but laugh, your head turning off to the side absentmindedly checking for anyone. Anakin’s hand caresses your cheek turning you back to look at him, “I just needed to see you.” His voice is back to that quiet lull you’re used to in these secret moments. His thumb softly traces along your cheek as your eyes connect with his again. “I need to go into a meeting with Obi-Wan. It’s going to be a long one and I just needed something to get me through.” He always knows the right thing to say, Anakin could ask you to do anything in that sickly sweet voice and you think you’d do it, fuck the consequences. Reluctantly, you pull your eyes away from his, quickly scanning around then they return to his just briefly before you’re pushing up to meet his lips. You kiss him before you can talk yourself out of it and you can feel him smile against your lips, his hands pulling you close so you’re flush against him. You share just a few kisses with him, enough to see him through till later tonight but as you try to pull away Anakin’s hands hold onto your cheeks keeping you stuck there. He manages to ease his tongue into your mouth and willingly you let him because fuck the consequences. Your hands grip onto his robes as he deepens the kiss, it’s unexplainable the way Anakin makes you feel, it’s like nothing else matters. 

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan’s distant voice breaks through the haze you have created, immediately breaking you both apart and you frantically look at Anakin who looks as if nothing has just happened. Though he quickly lifts a finger to his lips, gesturing for you to stay quiet. Anakin presses one last kiss to your lips despite his name being called out again somewhere in your close proximity.

“See you tonight,” Anakin takes his time admiring your face, not a care in the world that his master is actively looking for him close by and he’s looking a bit too lovingly at an engineer who has no business being in this part of the building. He doesn’t make any moves to get away from you and as much as you love the way he’s looking at you, you’d rather it wasn’t the last. If you were caught you’d be shipped off to some other planet far away from the one you’re currently occupying and the council would ensure there was no trace of you. You’d never see each other again, they would make sure of that.

“Go.” You quietly plead while gently nudging him away from you but despite echoing footsteps getting closer, Anakin still pushes to place a kiss on your cheek. 

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan sounds frustrated having to go searching for his padawan when he knows how important his presence at this meeting is.

“Yes, master?” Anakin pops out from behind the pillar, acting as if he wasn’t just pressed up against his secret lover, just as Obi-Wan enters the space.

“What are you doing?” The footsteps stop and you keep yourself quiet, hidden behind the overly large pillar. 

“Sorry master, I was just taking a moment to admire the gardens.” He lies so effortlessly, casting his eyes very briefly to you which just so happens to be in the direction of the gardens.

“Well, you’re late. Come along now.” You can hear Obi-Wan’s footsteps but Anakin doesn’t move, his eyes lock with yours again. Quickly, he winks at you as he reaches a hand out to squeeze your arm. A reminder that he’s not done with you, that your small reunion will only just be enough to get him through the next few hours until you can both fully sink into one another in the privacy of your quarters. 

Another call of his name comes and just like that he’s off again. Now you have to return to work and find some way to focus when the only thing on your mind is him. 

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Strike Three

(Oneshot)

Poe Dameron X Fem Reader

(Friends to lovers)

Word count : 6.5k (ish)

Warnings: 18+; Explicit; NSFW; PIV; Language; gagging, almost voyeurism?; mild dom vibes; (I promise the last three are not hardcore)

Summary: Poe, against his better judgement, finally agrees to teach you to fly. But after a confession things take an unexpected turn and you get a lot more than a flying lesson...

A/N : This is a loose prequel to A Sincere Apology.

Each story in the series can be read completely independently of the others.

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"Dameron… Poe." You sigh, softening your approach. "Be reasonable." You appeal for the 100th time while leaning against his X-Wing.

"No." He answers for the 100th time. "Go ask someone else and get off my ship."

"I did." You respond through gritted teeth, standing up properly. "I asked everyone. They said that you said no."

It's a similar conversation you've been having for weeks. You'd ask Poe to teach you to fly. He'd say no, citing a variety of reasons that were only getting more ridiculous. Time, the ships needed repairing, he was too busy, too tired, the "vibes" were off and once because he couldn't find one of his shoes - which somehow turned up in a bunk three doors down. It almost always ended in an argument and one of you storming off.

But now you’re quickly reaching the end of your patience and this time you’re not going to back down.

You've known Poe a long time and have always gotten along well. He has always been happy to spend time with you, telling you about his missions and flights, harmlessly flirting with an easy banter that has your heart jumping. Not that you would ever admit that to him. There’s no way you need him to know how you think about him late at night, alone in your bunk. He would never let you live it down. But something about teaching you to fly has him riled up in a way you haven’t seen before.

"Guess you're out of luck then." His voice brings you back to the noise of the hangar, the clattering of tools, the shouts, the roar of engines, the sharp smell of engine oil and smoke. You watch him while he carefully screws the loose panel back onto the X-Wing with easy dexterity.

"Why are you so grumpy lately? You used to be fun." You tease with a smile hoping to soften his edges a little before your next demand. His BB unit beeps in agreement with you.

"Why are you so annoying lately? And why are you taking her side?" He glares at the BB unit but you can see the corners of his mouth twitch even as he tries to give you a serious look.

"I’m a delight to be around, Poe Dameron, and you know it. So does BB-8." You flick one of the lighter metal bolts at him and it bounces harmlessly off his shoulder. Poe barely acknowledges it, raising an eyebrow at you as it clatters along the floor before going back to his work.

"Go pick that up. It's a hazard." You roll your eyes so hard it hurts but you do as he says anyway. BB-8 lets out another series of beeps, rolling around your feet.

"Yeah... I know, right? Grumpy!"

You lean back against the ship and he gives you a glare but this time, you don't move. "So. Tell me why."

"Why what?" His sigh lets you know this conversation is about to go the way it always does. You're pushing his buttons but you're not going to stop.

"Tell me honestly why you won't let me fly. Do that and I'll leave you alone. I won't bother you about it again." You watch his fingers pause in their work, stilling against the cold metal of the ship, but he doesn't look at you. "And I don't want bullshit excuses this time. I'll know if it is." You add, while he continues to frown at the X-Wing. You wait. You don't move so much as a single toe waiting him out while he decides what to do.

"Because I don't want you flying for the Resistance." He confesses, still refusing to look at you.

The confession hits you like a blaster to the chest and you blink, momentarily lost.

"What?" Is all you manage to get out.

"If I teach you to fly, you'll want to fly straight into battle for the Resistance. I know you." He throws the spanner into the toolbox with an audible clang and a sigh. "You fly and you get hurt, then that's on me. Now drop the topic."

"What? No... You don't know what I will or won't do.” You start in protest, but it’s easy to read the look on his face and your next words soften with a sigh. “And it wouldn't be on you. It would be on me." You watch him as he checks his work. His fingers softly trail across the metal and you swallow hard, momentarily distracted by what those same hands would feel like touching your skin in that way.

"I can make my own choices." You eventually manage to get out as he finally takes his hands from the ship.

"Fine. Then tell me honestly that it hasn’t crossed your mind." He folds his arms as he pins you in place with a firm stare. You could lie. It's on the tip of your tongue. But you've never lied to him before and you find you don't want to start. So you say nothing, fidgeting under his intense gaze. He nods with an affirmative noise in his throat, his suspicions confirmed. Then, without saying anything, he turns on his heel to walk away from you.

Usually, this would be the end of the conversation. But you're not letting this go. Oh no, not this time. This time, he's going to listen. You run in front of him, turning to hold out your hands to make him stop. He sighs and raises an eyebrow at you, looking as unimpressed as possible. You push down the heat that starts to flood you with that look.

"Poe, listen to me. Everyone makes their own choices and that's not your fault. Stop taking on other people's decisions as your own. You're not responsible for that." You know that's always been his problem, but now more than ever, he can’t seem to let it go.

"Anytime you want to fly, I'll take you up. Anytime. I like having you up there with me." He's appealing to you to drop it. He's played this tactic many times before and you've fallen for it every single time. He's flown you more times than you can count, rolling ships through space in self assured controlled maneuvers while you scream and giggle in the passenger seats. Some of your favorite memories have been those times. Flying alone with him. But the need to do this is overwhelming. You need this.

"It's not the same as being in control. You of all people know that, Poe. How many times have you told me you love to fly because out there, there's nothing holding you back?” You pause for a breath, taking a moment to read his expression before deciding to continue. “I want to experience that for myself... But you're the one holding me back" You admit quietly.

He looks at you for a long time, his eyes searching your face for something you're not quite sure of and for a moment, you aren't even sure he heard you over the clattering of tools and work going on around you.

Eventually he speaks, looking away across the hangar where the empty spaces from missing ships create a louder noise than anything else in the room.

"We've lost a lot of good, experienced pilots. We've lost a lot of people. I've lost a lot of people. I don't want to lose another one." The confession hangs heavy in the air between you.

"Poe… Am I any safer down here? Is anyone? What if I needed to get off the ground for some reason? Or get our people off the ground?" You reason, taking a step closer to him. "You're not going to lose me just from teaching me to fly."

"At least on the ground you're not flying head first into danger!"

"Like you." You reply flatly. Poe shakes his head and tries to step around you. You know him well enough to anticipate it and step in front of him again.

Poe sighs, taking your shoulders in a gentle grip before moving you out of his way. You stubbornly dig your heels into the ground, but he's a lot stronger and it's not hard to move you. "It's different. I've been flying since I was a kid. I know what I'm doing up there."

Undeterred, you follow him around the other side of the ship. "Poe... we've all lost people. We all have people who didn't make it home. I understand, I do. But this is bigger than just us and you know that." Your tone is soft. You understand. Of all people, you understand. Nothing terrifies you more than seeing him go with the very real risk of never returning. "I'm not just going to run off in a ship into a battle. I'm just asking you to teach me to fly and then… I don't know what will happen from there. I really don't know, but I want this. And I want you to teach me. Please?"

The silence stretches out between you, only filled by distant shouts and the soft rumblings of life on the base.

"Fuck." Poe slams his hand against the ship in a loud thunk which draws the attention of several people nearby and causes the BB unit to let out a series of worried beeps, before his shoulders slump. He runs his hand across the metal of the ship, mumbling an apology to the machine. Taking a deep breath, he glares at you. Maker, the heat that had been building sears across your skin in a way it really shouldn't, but your body isn't listening.

"One lesson. On the ground. Absolutely for emergency use only and after that, you stop pestering me about it and never ask again. Deal?" You consider it. It's not what you want but at this point, it's better than you've gotten before and you know pushing him is only going to make him dig his stubborn heels in more. You can negotiate terms after lesson one.

"Deal."

~

The junkyard is as deserted as you thought it would be. At the other end of the base, it’s a quieter spot that no-one really came to, unless they were here to salvage ship parts. You follow Poe, winding your way through half broken ships and supply crates.

"Did I finally break you? Are you bringing me here to murder me? Because you know I keep a vibroblade in my boot and friends or not, I will take you down if forced." You threaten lightly, attempting to lift the mood a little. The knife had been a gift on Life Day from Poe and you always carried it as you promised you would. A constant reminder of him and his personal mission to keep you safe.

"In case you get into trouble and I'm not there to save you." Poe had winked, handing it to you. You smile at the memory.

"That seems like a terrible place to keep it. I'll get you a thigh holster." Poe muses, more to himself than you. Frowning, you look over at him. He's been oddly distracted all morning. Somewhere in his own thoughts and not quite his usual playful self. It's something you can't quite put your finger on but you shrug it off as he comes to a stop at the side of an X-Wing that has clearly seen better days.

"Here we are! Jump in." You look over the ship. It's obvious it hasn't been used in a while, covered in a fine layer of grime and dust. Dents and scratches along the paintwork show its lifetime of war.

"She's an older ship, but still good! T-65 Tandem X-Wing. They don't build them anymore but it's not like I could teach you in mine. You'd end up sitting on my lap." Poe jumps up onto the ladder and starts climbing with a fluid ease you imagine you would never master.

"What a terrible thing that would be." You mutter to yourself quietly, watching him disappear over the side of the ship.

"What?" He shouts down from the cockpit but you shake your head.

"Nothing, just thinking out loud." You push away the thought of sitting on his lap. "Don't we need flight suits?"

"Not flying." His reply drifts down to you as he settles into the Co-pilot seat.

Rolling your eyes, you haul yourself up the ladder into the small cockpit. Easing yourself into the pilot's chair, the spark of excitement that's been growing all morning roars into a fire. You run your fingers over the controls lightly. It's filthy. The entire ship is filthy but you don't care. No matter how many times you've flown with people. No matter how many ships you've seen. Something just hits different about being a pilot, even if it's only on the ground.

"Does this thing even still fly?" You breathe excitedly.

"Of course she does. But I'm not taking you up when you don't know how to fly. You'd end up killing us both and then the Resistance would be down their best pilot. Nobody would miss you, though." Poe teases with a laugh.

"So you might take me up after?" You swivel around in the chair as best you can to look at him, surprised by how close he actually is in the small cockpit, his legs almost either side of yours. You allow yourself just a second to take in the brown eyes, the dark stubble peppering his chin, his full lips and the unimpressed frown he gives you.

"No. On the ground only was our deal." Letting out a dramatic sigh you turn back to the controls.

Worth a try

"The controls are different. I've not seen a set up like this before. I only read up on our X-Wings." You admit. You're more than read up on them. You’ve read every book. Every schematic. Everything you could dig out and everything Poe would tell you until he'd eventually told you to stop asking questions.

"It's not so different, don't worry. Once you get used to it, most ships are about the same." Poe reassures you. "I already disconnected the power so press away until your heart's content. Won't hurt anything."

"How am I supposed to learn if I can't actually see anything?" You complain, twisting around in your seat again. "Come on, Poe, this isn't a flying lesson. I know we aren't flying but really you didn't have to disconnect everything. Overkill." You pout.

"Yes, it is. This is how everyone learns for the first time. I don't need you accidently blowing up the rest of the Resistance because that would be extremely inconvenient. Now, stop your complaining and let me teach." He gives you a look of warning. One that tells you he absolutely is not putting up with your shit today. Obediently, you turn back around on your chair. You'd wear him down eventually. There will be more lessons in your future.

Poe goes through the basics with you. Describing safety checks and having you tap the right buttons, flip the right switches and repeat the steps back to him. You can hear the passion in his voice when he speaks. The way he knows without looking exactly where to locate everything. The way his excitement builds as he describes every step of his flying routine to you. You know it. You've watched the way his hands fly across the controls a hundred times but there's something about the way he talks that brings a soft smile to your lips and allows you to get lost in his voice.

"Did you find it?"

You stare at the console, tapping one of the buttons in front of yourself while having absolutely no idea what you’re looking for after you allow yourself a moment of distraction.

"This one, right?" You tap one of the buttons on the console.

"I don't know, I can't see from here... what's it looks like?"

"It's blue. I think. Might be grey. When was the last time anyone cleaned here?" You complain, scrunching up your nose and using your sleeve to wipe some of the dust off the console. "Yeah, it's blue."

You hear Poe's head bang against the seat behind you with a groan of your name. "How many blue buttons are there in front of you?"

"Um... one, two, three… hang on, I gotta wipe the others-"

"Okay, no. This isn't working. I can't see what you're doing. Scoot forward." You hear him clattering around behind you and turn to see him climbing out of his seat. "Forward. Scoot. I need to sit behind you so I can see what you're doing."

"Um… Okay." You shuffle forward as far as you can in the seat, just about creating enough room for Poe to slide in behind you, his legs on either side of yours, every inch of him pressed against your back. It's cramped and uncomfortable in more ways than one. Heat flares through you and you try to push it down once more. You've been this close before. So why does this suddenly feel so much more intimate?

"This button." Poe sighs, leaning over and pointing out a completely different blue button on the console. "Right. Think you can find the Accelerometer or shall I point that out, too?" You want to turn and glare at his tone but you can't.

"Hey, be nice! I'm trying! You've been so freaking grumpy the past few days! You need to get laid." Preferably by me, you think to yourself and then immediately try to shake the thought. You can not think like that.

Poe doesn't answer you for a long moment but you feel him take a breath. Maker, what is wrong with him today? You put your hand on the Accelerometer.

"Okay, don't hold it too tightly. You just want to cup it gently then your other hand on the flight stick." You position your hand as per his instructions. His breath is hot against your neck, his body pushed against yours in the small confines of the ship. You don't remember your mouth being suddenly so dry before.

The familiar warmth of Poe’s calloused hands cover yours, loosening your fingers slightly. "Light touches. You want to be able to move your hands. X-wings are made to be agile. You only need a soft touch to get them to obey." You swallow hard. Maker, what is wrong with both of you today? You need to get a handle on yourself.

"Now just push forward slowly, you don't wanna give her too much all at once, just ease a little at a time to get her going before you go full force." He murmurs in your ear. The heat that had been flooding through you turns up a few degrees and the already small confines of the cockpit suddenly seem much, much smaller. You lean forward into the controls slowly, Poe's hand guiding yours.

"You'd feel a bite if we had the engine on. You need to wait for it to pull back a little. It won't be much. It'll be gentle, but there. Just a little nip." He's doing this on purpose. He has to be doing this on purpose so you'll end the lesson early. Jokes on you, Dameron.

"Take your left hand and find the button for the commlink." You move to look over the console, but Poe stops you.

"No, look forward. You need to see where you're going at all times. Eyes forward. You need to learn to feel them with your hands without looking." You reach out blindly, fumbling across the buttons. "Take your time. Feel around each button. Get to know it. The shape. The texture. How hard you need to push." His hand takes yours, directing you to the right one, guiding your fingers around the edges, letting you feel the shape, then across the top before pressing down gently.

"Not everything needs full force. Sometimes just a little pressure is all you need, sometimes a little more. Some buttons will be harder than others." You're sure at this point he can probably feel your pulse fluttering as your heart attempts to escape your chest and the heat burns through your clothes. You press your thighs together at the building pressure between your legs, feeling the wetness gathering there.

No. No, you absolutely need to concentrate. Poe is a pilot first and foremost and you know if he thinks your concentration is wavering he will end the lesson. You’re not falling for his stupid plan.

Only, your body isn't listening and all you can focus on is how close he is to you. The heat from his body only adds to the temperature in the cockpit, his hands still resting lightly over yours. You're already so wet just from his voice in your ear and his body pressed against you that you have no idea how to survive the rest of the lesson.

You shuffle your hips, trying to find a more comfortable place for your legs and you freeze when Poe lets out a soft moan behind you, his fingers momentarily tightening against yours before he freezes.

"Poe?" Your tongue feels thick in your mouth as you swallow. You want to tell yourself you may have misheard him but this close together, pressed against each other, there's no hiding his arousal that's making itself known against your lower back.

He doesn't answer you, but neither does he remove his hands from over yours.

"A-Are you… Okay??" You stutter out after a long moment of silence.

"Your bunk mate told me yesterday that you say my name sometimes in your sleep." The heat that had been pooling in your lower parts suddenly rushes to your face and you're glad he's behind you so he can't see your burning cheeks. So this is why he's been acting so strangely around you. "I don't remember you ever talking in your sleep when we've shared a room."

Maker, you want the floor to swallow you. For Kylo Ren to land in front of you. For the base to blow up. Anything. Stars, anything at all to avoid this. You'd been sure your bunk mate had been fast asleep at the time Poe’s name had been a whimper on your lips, as you worked yourself through a trembling climax.

You don't answer him. Instead, you stare forward so hard that your eyes blur and you're surprised the heat flooding your face hasn't melted the transparisteel.

Poe's hands move from yours and you prepare yourself for him to leave, except, he doesn't move anything but his hands. They find a home instead on your legs, his thumbs gently stroking the inside of your thighs through the thin material of your trousers. His lips ghost your neck, barely touching your skin, just enough to leave a tingle where they pass by.

"I don't think you were asleep. Were you?" He places one solitary kiss to your neck and it burns with a heat that seeps through your veins and pools in your abdomen. His hands squeeze your thighs as his tongue swipes a line down your neck, making you shiver with desire and you have a fleeting fear about leaving a wet patch on the seat if he keeps this up.

"No. I wasn't." You breathe out, finally finding your voice. Damn your honesty. He lets out a groan against your neck, raising one hand to pull the collar of your shirt out of the way before peppering kisses along your collarbone and shoulder. Your hands tighten on the ship's controls as your eyes drift closed, enjoying the sensation of his lips and the scratch from his stubble on your skin.

"Poe..." you whisper, tilting your head.

"Do you want me to stop?" He breathes against your burning skin.

"No… Wait. Yes." You mumble, distracted by his hand softly trailing up your thigh dangerously close to touching you exactly where you want him to. Poe pulls his hands back like he's burnt and you shake your head, realising what you said and wishing you could turn around. "No, I mean I don't want you to stop! It's just...Maker, do you know how fucking uncomfortable it is sitting like this?"

You feel him shaking with laughter against you before the sound bubbles up and out of his mouth, filling the junkyard. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back against him as he laughs into your neck. You can't help but start to giggle.

"I'm serious, Poe! I can't feel my legs anymore!" You laugh.

"Oh, well, that won't do. You're going to want to feel this." And just like that, your laughter is replaced by a deep seated raw need that floods through you.

"Out." One word. His entire tone changes. It's low and commanding. And stars, that's all it takes to have you scrambling up out of the seat.

Poe climbs down first, you wait until he's at the bottom before making your descent. You don't have to see him to be able to feel his gaze burning into you, caressing each part of you without a touch. When you're close enough to reach, Poe rests his hands lightly on your hips, guiding you down and turning you gently to face him as you reach the floor. You lean back against the ladder when he steps up close to you.

His thumb brushes lightly against your cheek, as he rests his hand on the side of your neck, drawing you close to him as his lips find yours. He kisses you slowly, teasing your mouth open to slide his tongue between your teeth as he presses you back against the cold metal of the ladder. You moan into the kiss, tangling your hand in his soft curls. Poe pulls away first, taking your bottom lip in his teeth and tugging it gently. His eyes ask questions he doesn't need to speak.

"My bunkmate is on nights. She'll be asleep. My room is off limits." You breathe against his lips, his fingers trailing against your skin under the bottom of your shirt.

"Mine are too far. Not walking through the base like this." Poe groans, pressing his body against you before he gives you a sudden devilish grin. "Come on." He grabs your hand tightly, dragging you across the junkyard and between a stack of supply crates in the far corner. You stumble along behind him before he slides to a stop between the crates. It's dark and quiet, at the very back of the junkyard, hidden mostly from view.

"Poe what are you-" He presses you back against the crates, his lips finding home against yours once more cutting you off. You allow yourself to be taken over by his kisses, his fingers back under your shirt exploring your skin.

"I still want my flying lesson." You warn him as he kisses the corner of your mouth, working his way across your jaw to your neck.

"Mmm, well…New deal." He places a soft kiss against your neck. "Flying has a lot of distractions. You're going to have to learn to concentrate through them. Make it through without three strikes? I'll let you fly."

"Through what?" You groan softly, leaning your head to give his lips better access to your neck.

His fingers slide down across your abdomen, down to your thighs as he nibbles at your neck. "Now, I don't have Ties so you're just going to have to imagine it with me." There's a lot of things you're imaging with him right now, but enemy ships aren't one of them. "Think you can concentrate through it?" You can feel the smirk against your skin.

You lick your lips, determined.

"Deal. I can concentrate on anything if I need to."

His hand slides between your legs, his fingers pressing against your clit through the thin material of your trousers, making you gasp.

"Unfair, Dameron." You swallow hard as he presses his fingers firmer against you. "First Order wouldn't be doing that."

"Improvising." Is his only response before fingers leave you for a second and you squeeze your thighs together to momentarily try and relieve the pressure that has been building since the start of the lesson. Poe's hand skims along your waistband before sliding down into your panties. You hear him groan against your neck as he slides two fingers through your wet folds.

"You seem to be enjoying this lesson. You’re fucking soaking." He lifts his head to watch you, biting his lip.

You moan at the contact and wrap your fingers in the material of his shirt, keeping your eyes on his, willing yourself to concentrate and try to ignore everything he's doing although it's everything you've wanted.

"Enemy ships have arrived on your tail. What are you gonna do?" He whispers in your ear.

"I... I... activate... deflector... shields. Grey button... front...fuck… l...left...side console." Your hips buck against his fingers as he draws them slowly over your clit before sliding all the way back down, barely pressing into you before he draws them back up once more. Your eyes flutter shut for a second, lost in pleasure as his fingers swipe across your clit before you snap them back open. It's already too late and you see the grin spread across Poe's face.

"Strike one. Told you to keep your eyes on where you're going. You’re taking enemy fire and your lack of concentration means their shots clipped a wing and damaged your shield. Concentrate." You let out a moan as your hips thrust against his hand.

"Shhh. Someone will hear you." He grins at you and you know how much he's loving this. You both know you're already well on the way to losing. "How are you accommodating the damage to your thrusters?" His tongue swipes across your neck as he presses two fingers into you. You're fighting every nerve in your body not to fully give over to the pleasure. You try to answer but all that gets past your lips is a curse as his fingers leave you only to thrust back in and curl against your walls.

"Fuck!"

"Wrong answer. You're not doing very well at this game, baby" He whispers in your ear, his thumb swiping across your clit as his fingers set a steady pace thrusting into you. "And be quiet before someone hears you. Or I'll have to make you be quiet." You shiver with desire and almost moan again from the thought.

"That was strike two. You have no shields now." A fair strike, but the game's odds are wildly stacked against you and he knows it.

You're trembling from his actions but you manage to bite your lip to muffle the noises you're desperate to make, leaving only the sound of Poe's heavy breathing and the noise of his fingers working in and out of you.

"Poe." You whimper quietly, every nerve on edge and crying out for release. You grind your hips down against his hand.

"Concentrate." He warns you but you both know it's already too late. His thumb presses against your clit, his fingers curling to rub against that one spot, his lips and tongue swiping over your neck. It's too much to handle and your hands leave his shirt to grab onto his arm as your climax crashes over you, walls clamping down on his fingers, holding onto him desperately, trying to close your thighs against the wave of pleasure that is almost too much.

He covers your mouth with his free hand muffling the curses and moans you let out as his fingers work you through your climax.

"Strike three. Crash landing." His breathing is heavy and his words thick. You whimper when he removes his fingers, the feeling almost too much for your sensitive nerves.

"That’s - That’s not… Fair..." You pant as he removes the hand from your mouth, glaring at him while you try to stop trembling.

"Want to play again?" He smirks, pressing his hips hard against yours, the cold metal of the crates against your back. You can feel how hard he is for you and it makes another shiver of desire shoot through you. You bite down the yes that almost jumps from your throat.

"You don't play fair."

"No, I don't." He admits with a teasingly soft kiss to your lips, "But you knew that already." His tongue snakes out to playfully lick at your lips before he kisses you again, tangling his hand in your hair and holding you to him.

"You're going to have to learn to be quiet." He whispers against your lips, nudging your nose with his. Quiet was not your strongest trait at the best of times.

"I can't be with you." You shake your head honestly and Poe takes a breath, pulling his eyebrows together as he frowns for a moment. Then, his usual smirk returns. He reaches up and pulls off his scarf before holding it up between you, another wordless question hanging in the air. You bite your lip and give him a small nod.

"Turn around." He orders. Maker, if your legs were weak before they barely support you now and you stumble around to face the metal crate. "Open your mouth." You do as he asks and Poe lowers the scarf over your head, positioning it between your teeth before tying it behind your head.

He presses you against the crate, both of his hands grabbing yours and raising them up above your head, holding them to the cold metal.

"Okay?" He whispers softly in your ear, his fingers sliding down to hook into the waistband of your trousers. You give him a nod. Even without the gag, you're not entirely sure you could form coherent words at this point. Maker, you need him more than ever.

The cold air hitting you as he slides your trousers and panties down in one motion makes you moan against the soft material. Your fingers curl into the hard metal trying to find something to grip on to.

Although you're mostly hidden from view and the junkyard might be deserted, it's in no way private. The thought of anyone walking by being able to see him taking you like this makes your thighs clench in need. You hear the rustle of fabric behind you before you feel his hot skin pressed against you, his lips once more finding the sweet spot above your collarbone as he presses his hard length against you.

One arm slides around your waist, sliding under your shirt to press his hand against your burning skin, as he guides himself inside you, painfully slowly, a little at a time. Unbidden, the memory of him whispering in your ear in the ship comes flooding back to you.

"Just ease a little at a time to get her going before you go full force."

You press your hips back against him with a moan as he finally gives you everything, before slowly pulling almost all the way out, holding you in a state of need that has you moaning desperately.

"Can't even try and keep quiet." Poe's groans as he thrusts back hard and deep, fully inside you, stretching your walls to accommodate him. You're glad for the scarf muffling your noises as you're sure the moan you let out would have echoed across the yard.

You bite down on the material as his hips snap against yours in long, slow thrusts. For all the risk of getting caught, Poe isn’t rushing things. He slams one hand on the crate next to you, the other sliding up higher across your chest to pull you back against him.

"Do you know how fucking hot it is knowing you think about me when you touch yourself?" He growls softly in your ear. "Drove me crazy. All. Fucking. Night." You let out a muffled whimper of his name as each word is punctuated by a slam of his hips sending sparks across your vision.

"Should have told me this is what you wanted." He growls, holding you tightly against his chest. His teeth nip at your neck, his other hand coming down off the metal to press two fingers against your clit as his thrusts pick up speed. You can feel the wave of your climax rushing up to meet you as you whimper and moan, digging your fingers hard into the unyielding metal, your arms starting to ache from keeping them up. You push it down as much as you can, wanting to drag this out for as long as possible, but Poe does nothing to help.

"From now on… I want to be the only one to make you cum." He changes the angle of his hips, thrusting up against that one spot inside you, his fingers roughly rubbing over your sensitive clit. The commanding tone of his voice alone is more than enough to throw you completely over the edge. Letting out a muffled cry, you tremble through your orgasm, your walls clamping down on him, your body held up only by Poe's arm tightly wrapped around you, holding you against his chest as your fingers go slack against the crate. His hips stutter against yours, his teeth finding your shoulder as he muffles his own cry of pleasure while reaching his climax deep inside you.

"Fuck." He growls, leaning against you and panting with his head on your shoulder. After a moment, you feel him reach up and loosen the knots on the scarf, gently pulling it down around your neck.

"You okay?" He breaths.

"Mmhmm." Is all you can mumble back, taking one hand off the metal and sliding it over the one of his across your chest, holding onto him and allowing yourself a moment to come down. It's Poe who moves first, softly kissing your neck, then your cheek, before pulling your trousers back up. You use your body to roll sideways across the crate to watch him dress, not quite trusting your legs to support you on their own yet.

When you're both once more properly attired, Poe pulls you gently into his arms, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

"Are you going to admit to me how long you've been pining over me, baby?" You can hear the grin in his voice.

"No. And I swear if you make fun of me, you will absolutely never get your scarf back." You threaten, your cheeks burning. "And please, never call me baby again." You step back and watch his whole face light up with laughter.

"Okay baby, you can tell me when you're ready." He winks. "And keep the scarf. Might have to use it again." You try to glare at him but it doesn't quite work and you break into a smile.

"Guess we'll have to get you a flight suit to go with it." He sighs, looking you over.

"But I lost?" At this point, you're not entirely sure you mind losing. You can argue about flying another day. Poe shakes his head with a sigh.

"Fuck the deal. You have the right to make your own choice and I can't hold you back. So. We'll get you a flight suit. I'll teach you properly. Just promise me something." You wait patiently while he works through what he wants to say. "Promise if you fly for the Resistance, you'll listen to me. Everything I say. If I tell you to turn around and go back to base, you go. Promise me." You can see the flicker of fear behind his eyes.

"I promise." You take his hands and squeeze them gently, watching the tension leave his shoulders. "But only if you agree that I won the game because you didn't play fair."

"No." He laughs, pulling you back into his arms, his hand finding home on the side of your neck. "We can just play again." He grins and seals his statement with another kiss.

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[phantomspiderr]

THE HEART OF A SHIP

a/n: this fic is a result of wine and rewatching the force awakens. honestly my brain always short circuits whenever oscar isaac comes on screen. so i had to do something. it was meant to be small, but i literally couldn't stop writing so it became this. it's an idea that has been lingering in my head for awhile, i just had to let it simmer for a bit. and now it's fully cooked.

summary: you and poe were inevitable. two asteroids set on a course to crash into one another. a celestial event that would happen whether you wanted it or not. you just never expected it to happen so soon.

word count: 3.4k+

pairing: poe dameron x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, alcohol consumption, love confessions sort of??, poe being romantic as fuck, p in v sex, guided masturbation, biting, sex in an x-wing, sex in a public place, unedited but we live and die by the fucking pen.

Intoxicating.

That was the only way you’d describe him. The only word that ever did him justice. He was the human embodiment of an Antakarian Fire Dancer. You got hammered on it one year after two glasses of the amber liquid, proceeding to forget half the night yet eager for more. Nothing could describe the man before you better. It simply wouldn’t do him justice. He was the itch beneath your skin that you could never satisfy, the reason you stood there now.

A glass of that amber liquid in both hands.

He’d disappeared from the celebration. An hour in from congratulations and happy faces, you watched him leave when no one was looking. And you did nothing to stop it. You knew he wasn’t one to relish in the joys of battle well done. Always intent on focusing towards the next thing—the next fight. It’s how you knew Leia would make him General, why he was so good at leading, at keeping the people he loved safe.

“Leaving without saying goodbye is rude, you know.”

He jumped slightly where he stood, his back to you, a holopad in one hand and a tool in the other. Of course he’d be here, fixing his X-Wing in silence. His own little ritual. You couldn’t count how many times you found him here after a fight, finalizing the last few checks before he caught some sleep. If he slept at all. Poe always seemed to be on the move no matter the time of day—a constant in the Resistance even when everyone else seemed to have lost faith.

“I said goodbye,” he joked, head turning slightly to see you come around, the holopad getting traded for a glass. “Just couldn’t see you in the crowd.”

You smiled. “You’re a shit liar Dameron.”

“I know.” He took a sip, winced, and laughed—the sound practically lighting you up inside. Igniting you like a fucking lightsaber.

“What’s the damage report?” 

“Nothing I can’t fix.” He glanced back at the scraped up hunk of metal he loved more than anything. The amount of care he put into keeping her going was admirable—if a little insane at times.

But he was right. The damage was nothing he couldn’t fix.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” The smile still played on your lips, eyes alight and aiming to start something you wanted him to finish.

Poe caught onto it quicker than you expected. He could see it before you followed him out of the celebration. A promise that lingered in the air from months of longing looks and timid words. Something inevitable and real. So much so that you were willing to bet everything that he felt exactly the same way you did.

You wanted each other. That was clear from day one. But doing something about it became difficult when war was a constant and lives were put in peril on the daily. Poe didn’t want to leave you broken beyond repair if he never made it back. Just as you didn’t want to do the same to him.

The fucked up thing about it though was Poe would mourn you either way. He’d live his life half a man if you never graced him with your presence again. If you weren’t around to smile at him from across rooms and laugh at his shitty jokes. He was pretty sure he’d already started. Being away from you was like a poison he constantly had to take, a pain he didn’t want to endure. And if it were up to him…he’d choose you every time.

No matter the consequences.

“You ever been in an X-Wing before?” he asked, trying to see past the bits and pieces of the ache that hurt you both.

You rolled your eyes and Poe felt his chest tighten. “You know I haven’t. I’m not pilot material.”

“Sounds like bantha shit to me starlight.”

The name you’d heard so many times before echoed differently to you now. You wanted to break through its meaning and find the promise within. The antidote to this fucking ache that stuck to your chest. You wanted to rip it out and grind it up. You wanted to finally take what you desired, relish in the feel of calling him yours without the pain of knowing what came next. The both of you were trying to save your emotions—protect yourselves—but there was no use.

Poe had found a home in your heart and he was there to stay.

“Come with me.”

When it came to him you had no choice but to listen, following dutifully behind in a haze of want. He climbed up the ladder on the side of his ship, plopping down into the seat with the grace of a pilot who’d done it a million times before. The movement now muscle memory at this point. Whereas you clambered up—buzzed on one drink—nearly falling into the cockpit. He grabbed your arm at the last minute, helping you slowly maneuver your way in, until you were perched on this lap.

The seat was barely big enough to fit him let alone you as well. And yet…you’d never felt more comfortable. He pulled you back slightly, hands pressed to your hips, chest snugly placed against your back. With every intake and exhale of breath, you felt him move. Felt his body shift. If you focused, you knew you would be able to feel his heartbeat. The rhythmic thump you’d grown accustomed to.

“Now—“ He precariously balanced his glass on the dash. “Your hands go here.” Covering your hands with his, he showed you how he’d position himself if he were flying. The cold touch of the buttons and knobs beneath your fingers sent electricity up your spine. ��These are to shoot.” Another shift. “And this is to aim.”

You sucked in a breath. “Seems complicated.”

“Not at all.” His fingers slid up your arm, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. You tried to remember how to take a single breath. “You just have to understand how the ship works. How she moves, what she likes.”

Your breath hitched, body leaning into him more, and finally you felt it. The wall holding both of you back crumbled to the ground. All that remained now was the will to finally do something about it. So you let his hands guide you, watching in anticipation as they moved to your own body, pressing your palms into your stomach.

“There’s always a heart of a ship,” he murmured, moving your hand down. “A pilot guiding the way.”

“Poe…”

"After all, we've got to guide the ship back home." A soft whimper left your lips, your nails digging into the meat of your thighs to contain yourself. If the cockpit of his ship wasn't so fucking small, you had no doubt you'd be spread on his lap, lips connected to his already.

He grinned, his lips brushing across the back of your neck. “For me…” He stopped right above the hem of your pants, your fingers aching to finally delve down further. “That’s always been you.”

The alcohol had all but burned out of your system from how warm you were. His touch guiding yours seemed to have lit something in the base of your stomach, causing it to spread outwards. And you needed more. Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed your hand beneath the coarse fabric of your pants. The feeling of him cupping your mound—using you all the while—sent a jolt across your body; a soft moan falling free past your lips.

“Maker starlight,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “You’re so fucking wet.”

He wasn't wrong. You could feel yourself dripping the longer he spoke, his words affecting you more than you anticipated. Ever since you first met, Poe always held a power over you. A reminder that no matter how many times you tried to rid yourself of him, no matter what you did...he would remain burned into your soul. He'd be part of you until you drew your final breath in this galaxy.

"It's cause of you," you gasped, your fingers and his sliding through your slick. Running along the lips of your cunt, skimming past your clit entirely. "Oh—"

The scrape of his teeth along your neck nearly did you in entirely, the plea hanging off the tip of your tongue in anticipation. He was toying with you. Playing you like a fucking instrument and listening to your melody. Drowning in the sounds you made—the ones he dreamed of. If there was a life after this, a fated place he could go to rest, he'd want it to be here. Crammed into this cockpit with you on his lap, the feel of you sliding through his fingers and the echo of your voice breathing his name sweeter than the alcohol you had handed him earlier.

Poe would do whatever he could to make this moment last just a minute longer.

"Need you."

He kissed the junction where your neck and shoulder met, fingers still guiding yours through your own heat. "I know you do starlight. But you're gonna cum for me like this first." Your sweet little gasp ripped him a part. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to stave off nearly coming in his pants. "Let me guide you."

You nodded and spread your legs as wide as they could go in the cramped space. It wasn't very far, nor did it give him space to do what he really wanted to do to you, but it would have to do for now. The noise of the celebration in the distance only grew louder as people consumed more alcohol, the joy bleeding into the air. But you couldn't give a shit at that moment about why they were happy, or even what occurred before today.

You were lost to the depths that Poe pulled you into.

Heat spilled between your fingertips, a sticky mess starting between the two of you, but that seemed to only drive him forward. He pressed down, sliding your fingers into you with ease, his delving in right beside you—stretching you in a way that had your back arching. Wrapped his arm around your waist, he kept you still, his chin set on your shoulder and chest heaving with controlled breaths. A way for him to keep the last bits of his sanity as he felt your walls clamp around his fingers.

"Fuck baby," he grit between clenched teeth. "You really did need me huh?"

Nodding, you felt him press even further, fingers searching for something.

"You're gonna make a mess on me." Pumping his hand, he felt your body shudder—your mouth falling open as a ragged moan echoed in the ship. "Gonna take me so easily. I'll slip right in."

You burned from the inside out. A searing heat pulling tight across your body until you could nothing but fall into it. There was no fighting against that aching bliss, no running from what you wanted, what you dreamed of. Poe was intent on breaking you apart right there on his lap, and he'd watch with a smile on his face as you spilled yourself between the rough pads of his fingers. As you made a fucking mess on his lap.

"C'mon baby," he muttered, curling his fingers forward and nudging against something blinding. You cried out, hand grasping at his wrist to either pull him away or keep him right there. You couldn't tell at this point. And he smiled. "Is that it?" Rubbing against the spongy patch along your walls, he felt your entire body lock up, a whimpered sob breaking from your chest. "Yeah. That's fucking it."

You tried to warn him, his name a garbled echo of nonsensical letters on your tongue. But he already knew. His hand sped up, practically pushing your fingers out of the way as he gave you everything you wanted. Poe was certain that he wanted this more than you, that deep down he needed to know that you came because of him. That he was capable of turning you into a sobbing mess.

The echo of his pained grunt was loud in your ears, his hips pressing up into you to relieve the pressure of need he felt, and that's what did it. The knowledge that he was as gone as you were. That he had always wanted you.

Your walls fluttered around his fingers, a splintered moan falling past your parted lips as the pleasure spilled over. And he buried his face into your neck, a broken sound of his own muffled by your warm skin. He fought against finishing, biting into your shoulder as he worked you through your release. Adamant to make this last for you—to drag you to the Maker and back with a sated smile on your face.

Eventually you couldn't take it anymore, pleasure bleeding into pain, and you dragged his hand away. A breathless sigh of his name shooting right to his cock.

Without knowing it you had broken him for anyone else. Obliterated his ability to ever see someone the way he saw you.

You and your beauty. Your ability to render him speechless, breathless, and at your fucking mercy. For so long he was the ship lost in space with no sense of direction to lead him back to something real, a purpose. But then you settled into his heart. You became his pilot, guiding him through the never-ending void of space. You kept him afloat even as the weight of the galaxy threatened to drag him down, happy to watch him crash and burn in as so many others had done before.

"That was new," you giggled, hand reaching back to run through his hair.

He smiled, his heart twisting in his chest and fingers still covered in your slick coming to grip at your hips. "To think..." Pressing your ass down against his hard cock, he felt the breath hitch in your chest. "We could have been doing this the whole time."

"W-What a loss," you breathed, that now familiar all encompassing need filling your veins once more.

As if he knew your body so well already, he began to pull at your pants, helping you strip yourself to the best of your ability. The soft clinking of his belt echoed loudly in the cockpit and for a moment you were sure that people in the distance could hear it. But that thought quickly left your mind the second you felt the hot skin of his cock pressing against your lower back—his precum wet and sticky now smeared against your skin. Saliva filled your mouth, the ache pulling at your chest, clawing its way to the surface.

You didn't simply want him. That was too small of a word to explain the feeling in your body. You breathed for him. You lived for him. Poe was the blood that streamed in your veins, the reason your heart beat the way it did. Because it beat for him.

"Say you want this," he grunted, grinding against your skin, his fingers digging in harder than before. Until blood nearly pricked at the surface.

"Yes." The word was out of your mouth before he could even finish speaking. "Maker, I've wanted this for so long."

A growl hit your ears, his nose pressed into your back as he lifted you slightly, and you felt like you would rip to shreds if he didn't hurry. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, sliding into you with slippery ease. And you pressed back against him, desperate to feel him sink into you fully. To be stretched out around his cock. Poe choked on his breath when your warm heat encompassed his throbbing length so suddenly, nearly throwing him off the edge entirely.

"Fuck starlight. You're gonna have to give me a second."

Your lips curled up into a grin. "Yes, General."

For a moment Poe could only process the breaths he took, the word entering his already blank mind. It wasn't until a searing heat shot up his spine at the sound of his title leaving your lips, did he fully understand. His hips pushed up into you, forcing him to sink just a bit deeper. You clutched at the side of the ship, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. The position had him pressing right along your walls, the underside of his cock grinding blissfully against you.

"I used to think you had no idea." He pushed you up slightly until his cock was halfway out and he glanced down, moaning at the sight of him covered in your slick. Only to pull you back down hard. Your choked cry was like music to his ears. "Didn't know what you do to me. How my whole fucking body belonged to you."

"Poe—"

He repeated the movement, smiling at the noises that came free. "But I was wrong."

A pressure quickly built in the base of your stomach, threatening to destroy you. And you chased it. Meeting his thrusts, you fucked yourself on his cock, hands pressed to the dash in front of you and back arched to find the perfect angle that made your toes curl in your boots. Ragged breaths filled the space, accompanied by broken moans and stunted grunts. Each one louder than the last as you both took and took and took, until the very edge of bliss mounted in your bodies.

He gripped the back of your neck, hand fisting at your hair as he pulled you back roughly against his chest. And you fell into it. Whining his name when he grinded up slowly, your walls clamped down around his cock. You could barely see straight through the burn of tears that glazed your eyes, a fucked out expression painted perfectly on your face. And Poe wished he could see you from where he was, catch a glimpse of the way your eyes rolled back, neck on display for him to bite.

"You know exactly what you do to me, starlight." His mouth fell open in a silent moan when his balls drew up painfully, cock throbbing along your walls. He quickly shoved his hand into your slick, fingers locating your clit with ease.

"Maker—" You heard him bite out your name like a prayer he couldn't get out fast enough. A plea for you to give him everything you had, everything that made you who you were. "I'm— Fuck I-I'm—"

"Yes," he groaned, using his other hand to cup your chin and pull your lips to his. Finally kissing you after years of dreaming it would happen. "Fucking give it to me baby."

His tongue licked into your mouth, swallowing every sound you made with ease. The feel of his lips against yours shoved you towards your release. A muffled cry of his name echoing in his mouth as your body went taut, thighs quaking as you gushed on his cock. He choked, mouth open and panting against yours, following you instantly and spilling into your cunt—filling you until you were sure it was dripping out of you and gathering at the base of him.

"Yours," he sighed against your lips, thumb running along the top of your cheek. "'M yours."

The twist of your heart brought you down from your high, your eyes fluttering open as he stared at your kiss swollen lips, the way his spit smeared along your bottom one. You expected him to take it back once he slipped out of you. Surely this was nothing but a dream, a moment in time that may never happen again. But in his eyes you saw devotion. You saw the inevitable future that was always bound to happen.

"Me too."

He smiled, nose brushing against yours. "Guess we're stuck with each other starlight."

"That doesn't sound too bad to me, General."

He tsked under his breath, fingers coming to grip your chin—brown eyes flashing up to meet your gaze. "You're causing trouble."

You grinned, grinding on his softened cock that was still buried deep in you. "And if I am?"

The feeling of his cock twitching inside you, slowly growing hard with interest. "Hands on the controls baby." He nipped at your bottom lip. "You know what to do."

A soft flutter filled your stomach as you followed his direction. Taking the lead in a dance that you were now familiar with. With Poe everything came with ease, as if you'd gone through it with him hundreds of times over. And guiding him home was just the beginning.

[phantomspiderr]

heart beating ~ mike schmidt

a/n ~ brain decided when I was half delirious with sleep it wanted to write this so here we are, first fnaf fic let’s gooo

You wince the second the old, battered door handle squeaks. Hoping so badly that you haven’t disturbed Abby who’s just fallen asleep after a battle to get her in bed in the first place. Or worse you’ve woken Mike who went to bed hours ago, complaining about the pain in his head. You try your best to quietly slip into his bedroom, choosing not to close the door fully as to avoid the noisy handle.

The room is cast in darkness, the only source of light coming from the measly alarm clock on his bedside table. You have to squint your eyes, not that it helps much, as they adjust to the lack of light. Slowly, you shuffle around the room, flinching when you bump into the corner of the bed. You use your fumble to guide you along the bottom of the bed, stripping yourself of your clothes as you go and throwing them in pile to deal with tomorrow. Eventually, your hands connect with some drawers, now in search of pyjamas or at least one of Mike’s tshirts to put on. Every little noise you make seems to be amplified in the silence.

“You could just turn on a light.” Mike’s voice is muffled and hoarse, it’s evident he’s just woke up. You don’t know why but your body tensed the second he spoke, eyes shutting tight and a wave of guilt washes over you.

“Sorry,” it’s the only word that runs through your head but your body relaxes when soft light floods the room. You look at Mike, laid on his back with an arm draped over his eyes. The blankets are bunched around his waist and all you can think about is how you want to crawl into bed with him right now. That tiredness that hadn’t noticed until now seeps into your bones, eyes instantly growing heavy the longer you think about it.

Your hands quickly grab a tshirt from the open drawer, now that you can see. You slip it over your head as you hastily make your way to the bed again, climbing in and immediately laying next to him. You prop yourself up on one of your elbows so you can look down at Mike, a hand gently sinking into his hair. Mike lets out a long sigh as your fingers delicately press into his scalp.

“You okay?” Concern makes its way onto your face, your eyebrows knitting together and head swimming with ways to make him feel better.

“Feel better now you’re here.” Your face instantly relaxes hearing his words and a smile makes its way onto your face when peeks one eye out from under his arm.

“You’re sweet but how do you really feel?” His eyes close again when your fingers press a little harder.

“Tired, just want to sleep.” That’s all it takes for you to reach over him, snuffing out the only light in the room. In tandem you both shuffle around a little, Mike wraps an arm around you and pulls you to his chest and you mould your body to his until you’re comfortable. There’s a few moments of silence, the rhythmic thumping of his heart the only thing you can really hear.

“I can hear your heart beating.” You point out the obvious. Mike lets out a deep breath before replying, “Good. You tell me if it stops okay?”

A quiet giggle escapes you, “okay.”

[phantomspiderr]

my brain now

[phantomspiderr]

“not everyone would be so comfortable with having fangs pierce their neck” well i would. Move over

[phantomspiderr]

thinking about jake lockley in an apron and briefs kneading bread with flour on his nose and all over his arms, the muscles bunching and flexing as his fingers curl the dough into a smooth ball to rest before he begins to braid it into a masterpiece

thinking about marc spector, dressed in dark, tight clothes without a speck of food on him, chopping vegetables and meat for dinner, so particular about keeping the knives and boards separate, adding it all to the pot and propping the spice cabinet open to season it all and bringing it up to heat and filling the flat with mouthwatering, savory aroma

thinking about steven grant with his glasses perched on the end of his nose as he trails his blunt fingertip down the page in the recipe book propped open on the counter, powdered sugar sprinkled in his dark curls as he finds his place to follow the next step in the recipe

thinking about you orbiting all of them as they work, helping where you can while fixing your own side dishes, letting your hands brush against their sides and wrists and back as you slip behind and around them, littering kisses and murmuring lovings

just…the moon boys being domestic in the kitchen🥺I think food is my love language

[phantomspiderr]

One and One and One

Kink: cuckolding

Layla/f!reader/Marc

Features: cuckolding, cumming untouched, strap-ons, oral sex, mentions of safewords.

*

“Can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Marc murmurs beneath his breath as you cuff his hands behind his back to the slats of the chair. One of his ankles are cuffed to the chair legs—though why he and Layla only have one cuff, you have no idea. This is the closest you’ve ever been to Marc. Close enough that you can see his every eyelash, the different dark hues in his irises, the little indentation in the tip of his nose. As close as you are, you know that he is scrutinizing you as well, dark eyes sweeping over the plains of your face. You wonder if he can feel the heat being thrown off by your cheeks. 

“I didn’t talk you into this,” you remind him shyly. “Layla did.” 

Marc’s mouth—full and pink and so fucking soft looking—quirks upward at the edges. “I can’t believe you let her talk you into this.” 

“Me either,” you admit dryly.

You can’t, really. You and Layla had been friends for so many years—and yes there had been a few nights when you were younger that you had explored each other physically and romantically, but it had been so long. When she came to you and admitted Marc had this fantasy, and that her only caveat was that you be their partner. Did she know about your (harmless!) little crush on Marc? Surely she knew about your (even more harmless!) crush on her.

Regardless, if Layla’s stories were anything to go by, she and Marc got up to some very kinky stuff. 

Have you ride Layla while Marc watched might take the cake, though. 

“Getting friendly?” Layla asks when she comes in, wearing only one of her satin-silky robes, the hem of which brushes just above her knees. You can see her hard nipples through the fabric. Layla loves having her breasts stimulated—suckled, nibbled, fondled. Maybe she’ll let you do more than just ride her strap-on before the night is over. 

“I’m having second thoughts,” Marc says lowly, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. “Mostly thinking that I’m an idiot for agreeing to let myself be tied up when you’re both in the room having sex.” 

“You know your safeword,” Layla says with a grin. She looks to you and mouths ‘Moon’. You nod to let her know you understand. Her smile only grows at your obedience. Turning to face you head-on, she lets her hands fall to your hips. She ducks her head and kisses you, and you are already moaning into her mouth. Layla kisses like she does everything in life: with honed practice, with passion. You hear the cuffs rattle as Marc fights against his bonds, and it only makes you realize how wet you are, how wet you have been all night, so eager for dinner to be over so that the three of you could begin this. 

“Fuck,” Marc groans. “Untie me. Let me out.” 

“No,” Layla says after parting from you reluctantly. You chase her mouth a little and she laughs at how desperate you are. 

“Fucking—I mean it Layla!” 

“He likes to be a little brat,” Layla whispers to you conspiratorially. Her hand comes up to cup your cheek. “But you—you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” 

You nod, feeling struck dumb by her. 

“Let’s find you a nice big cock get fucked by, huh?” she says with a grin, her cheeks flushed warm and eyes glittering with mirth and mischief. She goes to the bed where the different dildos lay out like hor’dourves to be sampled. They are all of different length or girth or color, some textured, others smooth. Whispering just loud enough for Marc to hear, she asks: “Shall we choose one that’s bigger than his? So that we can feel what it’s like to really get fucked?” 

“I’ll show you what it’s like,” Marc vows darkly. 

“I wouldn’t know which to pick,” you admit. It’s not as if you’ve ever seen Marc’s cock. 

“Hmm, my choice, then,” she says, tapping her chin. At last she settles on a monster—if she truly was trying to find one that was bigger than Marc’s and this was her last resort, then Marc must be pretty well hung. You can’t help but glance toward him, taking in the picture he makes. Dressed in only his jeans and the white t-shirt he had changed into after spilling soy sauce on his dress-shirt at dinner, his muscles bulge against his bonds as he tests them again and again. His eyes are unfathomably dark, his breaths fast and shallow. 

His cock, hard and pressing at the denim confines. When his eyes meet yours, you feel liable to explode. You turn away quickly, just as Layle focuses on you. She undresses you with gentle, tender touches, pausing every now and then to stroke a new expanse of skin until you sigh with pleasure. 

When she works the lacy little set of panties down your hips, she holds them up to Marc like a spoil of war, her expression smug. 

“Be a good boy, or I’ll gag you with these,” she warns him. Marc opens his fucking mouth. Layla breathes an incredulous little laugh. “Oh, you want them anyway? Proactive. What a good little slut you make, baby.” 

She goes to him and feeds the scrappy piece of lace into his mouth. Stepping aside, she rifles through the bedside drawer for a moment to find a ball with a bell inside. She presses it into his hand: a non-verbal safe word. His knuckles stand out as he grips the ball tightly, perhaps silently trying to show that he wouldn’t be dropping it—not for anything. 

Layla comes back to you and kisses you until you’re dizzy. Her hands trace along you, relearning the plains of your body the way they did all those years ago when the two of you first explored each other and your sexualities. Her fingers are nimble when they find your nipples, plucking at them softly in a way that has you breaking from her mouth to gasp. Your head turns and you take in the sight of Marc: his hard cock an impressive bulge in his pants, your panties in his mouth, his eyes heavy-lidded and burning hot. 

Then Layla’s hand slips down between your thighs and you nearly shout as two of her fingers swipe through your folds, finding your aching clit and smearing your own arousal against it. “Oh Marc,” says Layla, looking to him with a wide grin. “She is so, so wet.” 

Marc makes a pathetic little sound. This bit of weakness is like blood in the water to the shark inside Layla. She slips away from you again, holding up her soaked fingers for him to inspect in the dim lighting. Then she smears them across his parted lips, knowing that he will be unable to taste you with your panties in his mouth. Marc’s eyes roll back; he is the picture of tortured ecstasy. 

“Fuck, Layla,” you whine, rubbing your thighs together. “Come on, please…” 

She slaps Marc’s chest softly. “See what you made me do? I’m neglecting our girl.” 

You shiver at those words, at being called their girl. God, this is only meant to be a one-time thing, but you have known for so long that no time with Layla would ever be the last time. Flushed warm with her ownership, you drop down onto your knees and crawl to her, heart pounding at the way Marc groans at the sight. You sit on your heels and open your mouth, a silent invitation. 

Layla’s fingers stroke your face softly. “I have two little sluts…you want to suck my cock, baby?” 

“Uh-huh,” you breathe, mouth open. She rests two fingers on your tongue and you suck softly. 

“I’ll let you suck my dick—on one condition.” 

“Anything,” you mumble around her fingers. She removes them and takes your chin in her hand, your own saliva smearing across your cheek as she tilts your eyes up to her. 

“When you suck my cock, I want you to pretend it’s Marc’s.” 

Marc’s groan is mirrored by your own. Your eyes flicker to him, your face burning hot. His eyes are wide and dark, tracing over the plains of your face. Beneath the lust, you can almost see the question: would you do this? If you did agree to do this—why? Marc has no idea that feelings that have started to grow inside you the day that Layla introduced you both. 

You didn’t know that Layla had any idea either. But when your eyes flicker back up to her, you see the warmth in them, the silent assurance. She wants you to do this. Almost as badly as you do. 

Instead of turning away, you press out your tongue. The perfect place for her to rest the head of her fake cock. Your eyes flutter shut as you try to imagine it the way she says, to imagine that this is Marc’s cock you’re sucking. Instead of plastic, there would be warm, soft skin. Velvet overlaying steel. His smell would be all around you, that earthy shower gel he uses (and you use, sometimes, when you stay the night. Just to smell like him). 

Marc would feed his cock past your lips til the fat head nudges against the back of your mouth at the entrance of your throat, and still you would want more, swallowing your drool tilting your head to hopefully be able to take more of him into your mouth. Fingers twine into your hair, and it only enhances your fantasy when they guide you up and down their cock, using your mouth for their own pleasure. That is how Marc would be; you’re sure of it: confident, entitled, even as he is gentle. 

A choked sound catches your attention, jolting you from this little fantasy. Layla pulls your head back by your hair, and both of you turn to look at Marc whose head is thrown back, arms straining at his bonds. A growing stain at the tented crotch of his jeans…

“Oh my god, baby, did you just cum? Did you just fucking cum?” Layla asks, voice growing higher with barely restrained glee. Her thumb swipes over your swollen lips, but you can’t even turn to look at her, not when Marc’s face is red, his chest heaving, his cock still twitching in his pants as he just watched Layla fuck your mouth. 

Marc groans, writhing more. His demand is clear. He wants out.

Layla turns your head up so that you meet her eyes again. They are warm, pupils huge with arousal and the dim lighting. She grins, pretty mouth stretching wide with joy. 

“He wants me to set him free—but we’re not finished yet, are we love?” 

You shake your head. No, the night is just beginning—even for Marc. 

[phantomspiderr]

Need Steven with a freak. Let’s say he’s been dating this girl for a while and he’s ready to take it to the next step. He’s super worried he’ll make you all uncomfortable and stuff when he asks but the next thing he know he’s being ridden till the break of dawn

(I’m ovulating I am so sorry-)

OMG SAMESIES AND I. AM. ✨FERAL✨ RN

Please

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Smut, just smut af, protected sex (implant), oral sex (m!receiving) creampie, overstimulation

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: This lil dress here is what I had in mind for the outfit in the start. (I'm a sucker for sunflower patterns)

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It had to be tonight. He just couldn't take it anymore. None of them could.

But Steven was the worst about his urges. He felt awkward and worried it would chase you away, the first girlfriend he ever got to finally have; all the others didn't understand his... Problems.

Problems he later learned were triggered by Marc (and in some cases, Jake), but you? You took them in stride, like a duck to water.

The moment he first saw you, his breath had been sucked right out of him. Marc and Jake went dead silent, too.

It was a gloomy, dreary day; the rain coming down in heavy droplets, casting a grim light down on the London streets.

But there you were, walking around the museum, looking at exhibits and scribbling notes in your tiny notebook with oh, so many post-its sticking out, fattening the tiny book until it looked close to bursting.

You were the only ray of sunshine on that day, your yellow dress that hugged your body just right, little sunflowers covering the fabric. Your hair done just the right way to accentuate your face as your eyes studied each artifact and bauble you saw.

To say the boys were instantly smitten was an understatement.

It took weeks of bumping into you to work up the courage to talk to you, and it was only when you came in to buy a rather dinky looking scarab plushie in the gift shop. It's this conversation where he finds out you're in school, trying to become an archaeologist and historian.

Steven's dream girl, and he had hearts in his eyes at every word you spoke.

He couldn't help but blubber out a request for a date, and you agreed.

The rest... History in the making.

You'd been dating for two months, but already he could feel the pull of urges he didn't necessarily indulge in often.

Sure, he, Marc and Jake could indulge in it themselves, trying to take the edge off. But sometimes it felt like the more he indulged in it, the more intense his fantasies got.

He simply couldn't keep tugging his cock for momentary relief anymore, imagining it was your soft hand, your mouth, your tits or something else wrapped around his cock that had him practically drooling: your sweet cunt.

But tonight? Tonight was the night. He was afraid to bring it up because he didn't want you to feel like he was moving too fast; and he could barely function when you admitted you were a little surprised he waited so long. (And teased him a little for how sometimes he just wasn't stealthy when trying to conceal a surprise boner.)

You'd told him that you thought about him too, and that you were more than willing to let him indulge.

But it was from there that you found out that Steven had never actually been intimate with anyone. Jake and Marc had, yes. But poor Steven has just never had the luck.

And that's how Steven found himself in this precarious situation, you on your knees, your pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock as you bobbed your head so sweetly, tongue laving around his length, hollowing and sucking your cheeks with every drag, tracing the vein that ran up the side of him.

He couldn't stop with the babbling praises, the sweet petting in your hair.

Honestly, if you knew he was this weak? You'd have jumped his bones a lot sooner. Probably after the fourth or fifth date. It was rare you found someone who was intellectually a joy to talk to (not excluding Marc and Jake) who was so handsome and sweet to you.

One hand was thrust down into your panties, playing with yourself, dress hiked up so you could have better access as you continue sucking him off, the lewd sounds coming from both of you more suited to a pornography than the quiet air of his flat.

You could feel your orgasm cresting already, but you knew that you didn't want to just cum on your fingers like you had so many times before, you wanted to feel Steven inside of you and god did you want to drain him for everything he had.

Steven made a whine, babbling your name again.

"L-luv, I'm--I'm gonna--ugh--"

He couldn't even get the sentence out before you felt him spill down your throat, his hips bucking suddenly you gagged, carefully adjusting so you didn't choke as he pumped his load into your greedy mouth.

Well... you weren't surprised he didn't last very long...

He immediately started rattling off apologies that had you giggling.

God damn, you were going to enjoy draining him. Maybe Marc and Jake, too.

The blush that spread up to his ears made him look absolutely adorable.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--" He stammered out, covering his face. "In--in your mouth, I--"

With the fluid grace of a cat you climb into his lap, straddling him.

You cup his cheeks and kiss him softly, before pulling away.

"You're alright." You assure him, peppering his adorable face with kisses.

It's when he squeezes your thighs and ruts up into you, his face buried in your neck that you realize he's still hard.

You bite your lip and kiss his ear.

"Steven, do you want me to ride you?"

"Ohgodsyesplease." He breathes out on a whimper.

You hastily line his cock up with your hole and sink down, taking him in inch by delicious inch until you're stretched beautifully around him.

You tip your head back with a groan. He certainly had girth for days, that was for sure.

"I'm... Already close. Can you help me?" You say, giving him a sweet pout that makes his heart jump up into his throat.

"Y-yes, I can--"

The way he keeps cutting himself off makes you want to cuddle him and cover him with kisses, but at the same time fuck him until his legs go numb.

Maybe you'd do the former later.

You pull his fingers into your mouth and he makes a soft moan when you suck his fingers, swirling your tongue around his calloused digits until you deemed them wet enough.

Then, you guide his hand down your body to your throbbing clit, and show him the rhythm that'd work for you best.

"Try to keep it in time with me, m'kay?" You groan, grinding down on him in one slow, languid movement.

His eyes roll back, but he nods and keeps his fingers over your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves in time with each downward stroke of your hips.

Every bit of him had you aching, from his electric touches to his fat cock spearing you open and fucking your weeping pussy in the best way possible, you kicked yourself mentally again for not bringing up sex sooner.

Steven's cock felt far better inside of you than your fingers or your toys at home. He felt hot, he felt real. And real is what you'd been lacking lately.

Whatever Steven would give you, you planned on taking happily. You would--

Your eyes flutter open when Steven suddenly arches his back and hits you deeper than you expected him to; opening your mouth in a quiet cry, no sound escapes as your orgasm hits you and Steven continues swiping at your clit, fucking you from below as you shudder and collapse on top of him as he continues breathing on the hot embers of your orgasm to keep it going for as long as possible.

"Please." He whines in your ear.

"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease."

"In-inside--" You whimper, biting down on his shoulder, earning a toe-curling moan from him.

"You can do it inside."

He grits his teeth and let's out a hissing cry, veins popping in his neck and forehead as he fucks his spend up into you, his orgasm burning and flaying his nerves raw as he pumps you full.

He drops back onto the cushions of the couch and sofa, breathing hard, desperately trying to drag oxygen back into his lungs.

Reality however, is a cruel mistress and he looks down at where you two were connected.

"Oh, b-bloody hell. I--I didn't--"

"Relax, hon." You giggle, leaning back with one hand braced on one of his knees for support, your other hand trailing lazily down to where his cock still split you open, his cum leaking out around his length. The sight of you sent a dizzying spiral through him.

"I'm safe, promise. I have an implant. Still good for another three years."

The thought that he could keep doing this for three years--

His mind went blank when you grind down on his lap, feeling his cock stir to life despite the fact he was now exhausted.

"L-luv, I... I don't think I can..." He panted desperately.

Your brace your hands on his chest and start bouncing on his lap, grinning wickedly the whole time.

"I'm gonna keep going until I drain you dry, sweetheart. Get comfortable."

The gulp he made was audible in the space you shared, as was the sinful slap of skin on skin.

[phantomspiderr]

Pretend

Kink: Virginity

Jake/f!reader

*

“Would you pretend?” he asks against your mouth, both your lips swollen from the heated kisses you’ve been sharing. The back of Jake’s car is downright luxurious, plenty of room for someone to kneel, seats soft and clean and wide enough for a body to lay on. Most nights when he wants to go cruising, the two of you end up like this in a parking garage or on a back road.

“Pretend what?” you ask, brain moving slow, like it has been dipped in molasses.

“Pretend it’s your first time,” he says. The two of you had been swapping stories about how you lost your virginities—it had made Jake delightfully jealous, you had thought, his hands tightening on the wheel when you discussed the naive, shy way you had touched another man. But then he had pulled off the nearest exit and driven you here to a secluded spot where the pavement had turned to gravel. “Pretend you’re a virgin. Would you?”

“You’d like that?” you wonder, a little baffled. But before he can answer, you slip into the role. You let your eyes soften, a hint of anxiety in them. Your voice quivers a little, fingers playing with the loops of his belt as you say: “I thought most guys didn’t like inexperienced girls.”

Jake groans. He fucking moans at the way your voice shakes, the way your hands flutter away from where you truly want to touch him, the way you look up through your lashes at him, like there’s a need inside you that you don’t understand but desperately need him to quash. He leans down and mouths at your neck softly. “Most guys don’t. But something about it makes me crazy.”

“You’d be my first?” you ask him, breathless with hope. “You’d be okay with that? Being the first inside me?”

His hips jerk against yours, cock brushing your pussy through your denim and his own slacks. “Yes, fuck, yes!”

“But…but Jake—your cock feels so big—what if it doesn’t fit?” you ask.

“Sweet little pussies like yours will stretch, baby,” he says, hips beginning a slow series of grinding thrusts against you. You try to meet him clumsily, even though you know him and his body so well, even though the rhythm you both have established is so solid that it’s hard not to be in sync with him. “You were made to take a cock like mine.”

God help you, because you feel your own blood rising at this little charade. Something about how aroused Jake is arouses you to a degree you hadn’t expected. Your legs shake around him.

“Jake, fuck, it feels good,” you whine, tilting your hips to welcome his own more easily. “Is it going to feel like this when you—when you put it inside me?”

“Better,” he groans. “So, so much better.”

“Feels like, like it does when I touch myself at night,” you gasp, letting your mouth quirk into a grin that borders on evil where he cannot see. “Feels like I’m gonna cum, Jake.”

Jake’s the one who cums, body stiffening, sucking in a breath through his teeth as his cock twitches in his pants. You loop your legs around his waist, helping him to thrust more firmly against you, groaning softly and tangling your fingers in his curls to scratch at his scalp with your blunt nails.

“Fuck,” he gasps, shaking. “I’m sorry.”

“Which of us was the virgin that time?” you tease.

He rolls you both onto your sides and swats your ass.

[phantomspiderr]

Make A Wish

Pairing: Marc Spector x gn!reader, Steven Grant x gn!reader, Jake Lockley x gn!reader

Summary: a little glimpse at how each of the boys would treat you on your birthday

a/n: it’s my birthday🥰 and these thoughts came to me right before I went to sleep the other night

Marc

“baby, wake up”

his quiet voice would stir you from your slumber and you would grumble, whining when he continued to intrude in on your sleeping state

marc would slowly be pressing kisses to your face and neck, along your shoulders and collarbones

eventually you would peek into the dark room, surprised to see it’s still pitch black and you can barely see marc right in front of you

you’d gaze over to look at the bedside clock, seeing it’s only a minute past midnight

you’d only been asleep for a short time, nowhere near long enough

“sleep”

you’d whisper while pathetically attempting to shove him off of you

marc of course was still firmly in place looking down at you

“it’s your birthday”

he’d press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, a big smile on his own lips when he pulled back

this man may not care about his own birthday anymore but he sure as hell cares about yours

you would hum still caught up in a sleepy haze

“happy birthday sweetheart”

marc would kiss you slow and sweet

his arms would cage in your head, fingertips grazing the top of your head

your hands would slowly move their way into his hair, holding him closer

then you’d be whining when he pulled back, your brain confused about what it wants more; him or sleep

“hold on”

then his warmth was gone from above you, making the cold of the room more noticeable to you

you’d move up the bed to lean against the headboard when you see a small light in his hands, curiously watching as marc lights a small candle

“make a wish”

your heart would instantly melt

marc would hold out the candle towards you, a huge smile on his illuminated face

and in that moment you can’t think of a single thing you’d want to wish for except this right here

but still you would firmly close your eyes before blowing out the candle

“what did you wish for?”

“if I told you it wouldn’t come true now, would it?”

you would press a firm kiss to his lips

then you would be pulling him back to lay down, forcing like you’d need to him to cuddle with you

“you’re really not going to tell me?”

marc wold whisper after a few moments of silence and you’d laugh

“I wish you’d let me go back to sleep”

Steven

would wake you up similar to how marc did with kisses and quiet whispers

"happy birthday, my love"

you'd wake up feeling all loved and happy, a big smile on your face as you stretch and wrap your arms around him to pull him closer

cuddling like that while he keeps pressing kisses onto your neck

then he'd surprise you with breakfast in bed

you'd both cuddle up next to each other and pick at the food while you discuss what you wanted to do with the day

even if Steven already had the day planned to a tee

he'd insist you go shower and get ready for the day while he tidied up the mess he'd made in the kitchen

once you were dressed, you would go find him just finishing up in the kitchen but what would catch your eye was the pretty little box with a big bow sitting on the kitchen island

"is this for me?"

you'd ask with the biggest puppy dog eyes and Steven would nod with a big grin

the little box would contain a stunning gold necklace with a crescent moon

and tears would instantly pool in your eyes

"do you like it?"

Steven nervously fidgeted across the island and you'd immediately reach over until both your lips met

"I love it"

he'd smile before kissing you again

then he would come around to gently put the necklace around your neck and he would be so happy to see the shiny moon sitting against your chest

something would 100% stir in him at seeing that his symbol on you

“thank you”

you would wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly

you’d stay stuck like that for longer than necessary, swaying together

Jake

you'd answer the door to a delivery driver holding a pretty large box

and now you're staring at the note you'd found inside

wear this, I'll pick you up at 5 J x

now it made sense why he disappeared, saying he needed to run an errand

inside the box would be a beautiful outfit that you distinctly remember telling Jake you loved but that you had no reason to spend that amount of money on

the gift made you smile and forget momentarily about how much you needed to scold him for spending that much money on you

but even still you'd be sitting waiting for him in the clothes he'd provided

Jake would of course show up at 5 o'clock on the dot

there would be a small bouquet of red roses in his hand

and he'd greet you with a kiss on the cheek, muttering something in Spanish when he pulled back to look at you

"where are we going?"

"it's a surprise"

Jake would open the car door for you, insist on holding your hand in the car or resting it on your thigh, then he'd guide you down the street with a hand firmly pressed to your lower back

"no way"

you'd stop in front of the fancy restaurant, the one you had read amazing reviews of and hadn't stopped mentioning for the last month

it was always busy, and difficult to get a reservation but here you were being escorted into the building and being seated right at the window

looking out in complete wonder at the twinkling lights of the city

Jake would reach his hand across the table inviting you to place your own in his

he would encourage you to talk, tell him stories of past birthdays while he wholeheartedly listened

he’d insist that you order whatever you wanted when you cringed slightly at the prices, he’d even insist that you both have the full three courses, insisting even harder that you deserved anything

“mi amor, you will have anything and everything. I will make sure of that”

[phantomspiderr]

Swimming with the Sunset

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader & Marc Spector x reader

Word Count: 900+

Summary: a little sunset dip in the ocean anyone?

Warnings/tags: absolutely too much fluff, probably overuse of the word love, nicknames used ~ sweetheart, princess, swimming in the ocean, a smidge of manhandling

a/n: the last of my sweet little summer series🥰 I hope you’ve enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them

It feels so peaceful. 

The waves push up the shore before drawing back, the sky a mix of pink and oranges. There’s still a warmth in the air even with the slight breeze. The decision to sit on the beach and watch the sunset was definitely a good one. Steven rests his head in your lap and your fingers brush through your boyfriend’s mess of curls, which have only been made even worse with all the humidity.

“I never want to leave,” a quiet mumble draws your eyes away from the sky. You hum in agreement having had probably the best vacation of your life and you don’t want to think about going back to the reality of home just yet. “Do you think we could just stay here forever? We don’t need to go back right?” The questions make you chuckle and Steven turns to lay on his back so he can look at you with a smile.

“I don’t think Gus can feed himself forever.” Steven laughs, his eyes crinkling in the corners and his face glowing in the illuminate sunset. He looks adorable and you swear each time you look at him you fall impossibly more in love.

“I’m sure Layla can feed him for a little longer,” you both share a laugh this time before you’re mumbling an ‘I love you’ and leaning down to kiss him. Steven meets you halfway, awkwardly craning his neck up to capture your lips. He lays his head back on your thighs looking up at your face while your hand moves down to hold his face. Your own eyes are fixated on your fingers as they slowly trace the lines on his skin, mapping each freckle and blemish like you have a hundred times. Even with a stunning sunset right in front of you both, you’d still rather look at each other. You’re truly obsessed with one another.

“Marc’s had an idea…” your eyes are drawn back to Steven’s and you curiously cock your head to the side.

“Oh really? Does he want to share?” The switch happens almost seamlessly, you wouldn’t have noticed had you not been looking right at him. You smile down at him, your thumb stroking his cheek while you wait for him to share this idea.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Marc sits up and presses his lips to yours, “let’s go for a swim.”

You laugh in his face for a second, he can’t be serious right?

“Marc, no, no way.”

“Come on,” he kisses you again before he’s standing, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. Vacation Marc might be your favourite, he’s been so playful and carefree. All the worries and stresses of being moon knight have washed away the longer you’ve been away.

“No Marc, I can’t.” You shake your head while laughing at him but he continues to strip himself of his shirt.

“Why not princess? Scared to get a little wet?” He has a mischievous look on his face, “Come on live a little.” Your face turns to shock and for just a second you think about it, looking around to see only a few people off in the distance. Marc throws his shirt at your face and that’s what helps make your decision. You scramble to your feet, taking just a moment to watch Marc undo the button of his shorts and then you’re taking off your own clothes until you’re both left in only your underwear. But just as you’re pulling off the last of your clothes over your head suddenly you’re hoisted into the air, you squeal as Marc places you on his shoulder before he takes off toward the water. He reaches the shore before he places your feet back on the sand, he moves so quickly it makes you dizzy. Marc’s hands are suddenly on your face and he’s kissing you over and over.

“I love you,” he punctuates every syllable with a kiss, and then his hand slides down your back. You giggle when Marc slaps your ass twice before he speaks again, “Come on, race you.”

Then you’re both racing into the water, it splashes all around you and it’s cold but you can’t bring yourself to care. You don’t even know what you’re racing towards but you can hear Marc’s laugh over your own as you splash each other with water and it makes your heart beat a little faster. Marc’s hands reach for you again pulling at your waist toward him and he’s picking you up again, spinning you both around until he falls back and you’re both plunged into the cold water completely. Worry envelopes Marc for just a second as you both resurface but then you’re cackling and he can’t help but join in on the laughter before pulling you into another kiss. 

You both move further out into the ocean until you’re just treading water. Your eyes catch the sun disappearing into the horizon, the sky is slowly growing into darker shades and it all just feels so perfect. Marc calls your name which draws your attention immediately, his fingers just brush against yours silently motioning for you to come closer. Marc’s hands immediately find your waist, pulling your body against his. Instinctively your legs wrap around his waist and your arms rest against his shoulders. Marc has a dopey smile on his face as he looks up at you and this definitely is perfection. Your lips find Marc’s again, and you’re both smiling between kisses. 

“I think Layla could feed Gus for a little longer.”

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Love in the Rain

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader

Word Count: 700

Summary: an unexpected downpour turns into a cherished memory

Warnings/tags: fluffflufffluff, uses of the L word, a little suggestive at the end

a/n: i miss moon knight too much

“Steven!” You squeal as he quickly leads you down the cobbled streets, splashing in puddles as he goes. The unexpected downpour had caught you both completely off guard and you can’t remember whose bright idea it was to run back to the hotel instead of just stopping anywhere for shelter from the rain. But here you were both absolutely soaking racing through the streets not really remembering which way was the way back to the hotel. 

If this had happened anywhere else, at any other time you would probably be fuming by now but you just couldn’t find it in yourself to even be the slightest bit annoyed. Steven tries his hardest to navigate the unfamiliar streets in hopes one will lead you both in the right way while you just hold his hand and follow blindly behind. 

“I think it’s this way!” He quickly calls back to you before turning down another street.

“Steven!” This time he slows for a second and looks at you with slight worry etched on his features and all you can muster is a giggle. He stops completely and gives you a confused look like you’ve gone insane and now you can’t stop as more giggles bubble up in your chest. Why are you both running to get out of the rain when you’re already soaked to the bone? 

“Why are you laughing?” Steven can’t help but join in, finding your sudden amusement entertaining too. 

“Why are we running?” You manage to get out between giggles and you watch as Steven thinks for just a second before his eyes run over your soaked form. Then he’s shaking his head laughing more with you.

“I have no idea,” his wet curls bounce on his forehead as he laughs and if anyone was to look at you both now they would think you were crazy. Steven tugs you closer by your hand and then his arm slips around your waist. Both your giggles are dying out slowly but huge grins are still plastered on your faces. Both of your arms slide over his shoulders to lazily loop around his neck, fingers ever so slightly scratching the back of his neck. 

The water droplets keep hitting your skin and you take a moment to just close your eyes and lean your head back. The rain freely hits all of your face now, you can feel your hair sticking to your neck and face, your clothes uncomfortably clinging to your body but you can’t find it in you to care. You’re in a beautiful foreign country, having the most perfect vacation with your loves and nothing could ruin that, not even an unexpected storm on what was a beautiful sunny morning. The thought is only more solidified when you look back down at Steven, his pretty, cheery face looking back at you. 

“I really love you,” Steven’s eyes flicker between yours and your lips, asking for silent permission as if he hasn’t kissed you a million times over. Slowly, you pull him closer, meeting him halfway as you plant your lips on his. The slow kisses soon turn heated, one of Steven’s hands coming up to hold your face while your fingers tangle in his hair. The love you have for each other radiates off of you both, warming your cold skin. 

“I really love you too, Steven.” You’ve barely pulled apart, foreheads pressed together and breaths mingle in the small space between you. Steven still has his eyes shut, focusing on regaining his breath. 

“Right, come on.” His hands squeeze your hips once and his eyes slowly open as he pulls his head back. “You’ll catch a cold if I don’t get you out of these wet clothes.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eye and your eyebrows raise briefly at the suggestive thoughts now racking your brain. “Pack it in you, come on.”

You giggle at the way it’s as if Steven can read your mind. Then he’s guiding you to walk in front of him, cheekily smacking your ass as you walk. You look back at him in shock and he only chuckles, placing his hand back in yours and walking by your side.

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Steamy Indulgence

Pairing: Jake Lockley x f!reader

Word Count: 350+

Summary: you're trying not to be late and Jake's trying to make you late

Warnings/tags: 18+ Smutty smut smut, just some shower stuff, dom!jake?, (unprotected) p in v

a/n: 😁 self indulgence at its finest

“What were you saying about being late mi amor?” Jake’s breath tickles your damp skin, he doesn’t even sound out of breath. You on the other hand…

“Shut up,” you pant like a damn dog on heat, death grip on the back of his neck as he continues to thrust his hips into yours. You curse the man for interrupting what was supposed to be a quick shower before going out for a romantic meal. You’d warned him not to do anything, reminding him that Steven had booked a table at this restaurant weeks ago and that you could not be late. 

You’d tried your best to ignore his insatiable hands attempting to coerce you to play his little game but all it took was one look into those eyes and a quiet whisper.

Please, mi amor. 

Then you curse yourself for not being able to ever resist Jake or any of the three alters, they know all it takes is the slightest begging for you to break for them. You’d probably do anything they asked if they always did it like that. That however didn’t stop the slight annoyance bubbling up when Jake would say things like;

You just can’t resist me can you cariño?

I just feel so good, don’t I?

You just can’t get enough, can you?

You knew he was purposefully trying to irritate you, getting himself off on the fact everything he said was true and you both knew you couldn’t deny it.

“What was that?” He punctuates his sentence with a rough thrust and you gasp so hard you stop breathing for a second. Jake’s fingers grip your hip harder, his pace stumbling for just a moment when you tighten around him. He slides the same hand down your thigh, hiking your leg up even more as he continues his pursuit. 

“You j-just love the sound of your own voice, don’t you?” Jake chuckles at the comment, still even now as he fucks you in the luxurious hotel shower, you put up a fight.

“I prefer the sound of yours cariño,” again he thrusts a little harder but this time his other hand slips between your bodies. Jake’s skilled fingers begin rubbing tight circles on your clit and that arrogant grin appears on his face when the unexpected stimulation makes you curse aloud, “that’s my girl.”

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Admiring the Art

Pairing: Marc Spector x reader

Word Count: 700+

Summary: spending an afternoon admiring art with Marc

Warnings/tags: fluff, little tiny 🤏🏻 smidge of insecure!marc

a/n: yes this was inspired by one of the new heartstopper episodes

“How am I supposed to admire all this art when you’re the most beautiful thing here?” Your head whips around to the sound of Marc’s voice, a giant grin forming as his words sink in. He’s stood just an arm's length away looking at you with a slight tilt of his head. 

“Shush,” you reach your hand out to him which he takes and he steps up next to you. Marc smiles down at you, his eyes taking a moment to look over your face. You scrunch your nose and that makes a quiet chuckle escape him. Turning back to the painting you’d been admiring, you lean your head on his shoulder, wrapping your free arm around his while your hands stay intertwined. For a few minutes, you both just stay like that observing the art and trying to look like you know what you’re doing.

“It’s beautiful,” you comment quietly.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Stoooppp,” your cheeks grow hot at the compliment.

“It’s just the truth.” Marc’s hand squeezes yours before his thumb starts comfortingly brushing back and forth. 

Happily, you both move around the gallery’s exhibits hand in hand. Each time you stop Marc lets you lean your head on his shoulder and he continues to move his thumb against your hand. It’s a perfectly quiet way to spend your afternoon.

“Are you having fun?” Marc whispers and when you crane your neck back to glance at him you see he’s already looking down at you.

“Of course,” you smile casually before looking back to the art. There’s a beat of silence before Marc speaks again.

“I-I mean,” when you look up at him again his face has a more serious look to it and it makes you stand up a bit straighter, “are you having a good time… with me?”

“Yes, of course!” You pull your hand from his so you can wrap your arms around his waist, and instinctively Marc’s arm hooks around your shoulders. His eyes won’t meet yours and your heart aches at the thought he’d ever doubt you were having a good time with him. “I am having the best time with you. You are perfect, Marc Spector.”

You smile when you see him playfully roll his eyes but he can’t hide the way his lips curve upwards. 

“I’m serious, this whole trip has been perfect and getting to spend time with each of you has been really important to me.”

“Yeah, okay.” His hand rubs the top of your arm and he keeps his eyes looking forward. You know Marc would do anything to stop any conversation where he’s the one getting complimented but you also know he craves the validation that he’s good enough.

“You really are perfect, you know that right?” Your arms squeeze around his torso to make sure you’ve got his attention, “the most perfect.” You raise yourself up onto your tiptoes to plant a delicate kiss on his jaw and that’s the thing that makes him finally look at you.

“Stop.” He’s not serious at all, the smile on his face gives that much away.

“It’s just the truth, Marc.” You shrug your shoulders as a cheeky grin makes its way onto your face. Marc catches the way you repeat his own words back to him and he just shakes his head at you. 

“You know,” quietly you whisper jokingly looking around to make sure there’s no one close by, “don’t tell the other two but you’re my favourite.” Marc instantly chuckles and the sound only causes your smile to stretch.

“I know that you say that to all of us.” It’s your turn to giggle now and Marc can’t help the overwhelming urge to just kiss you. One quick peck turns into two and the third is a little longer then neither of you pull away, happy to stay close enough to almost kiss for just a second. Marc quickly shifts to plant a kiss on your cheek before pulling you into a tight hug. You instantly return the hug, arms squeezing tightly around him while he sways you side to side. You feel his lips press against the top of your head, his grip on you loosening in sync with yours.

“Come on, Steven’s bugging me about an exhibit he wants to see.”

summer break series

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Sunset Selfies

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader

Word Count: 300+

Summary: stopping to admire the sunset with Steven

Warnings/tags: just some soft Steven fluff🥰

a/n: there’s just something about writing for Steven that makes me feel very soft

“Wait, can we take a picture?” You tug back on your and Steven’s intertwined hands, stopping him from taking another step. The sunset looks so pretty and you just want to immortalise it in a picture with one of your favourite people. 

“Of course love!” Steven doesn’t even need to take a second to think about it. Immediately, he wraps his arms around you, cuddling you from behind while you pull out your phone and open the camera app. As soon as it opens and you can see Steven’s sweet smiling face, his chin resting on your shoulder, you forget all about the stunning pinks and oranges that swirl around in the sky behind you. Happily grinning you snap a picture, watching on the phone screen as Steven turns his head to press a tender kiss to your cheek and you snap another. 

“I love you,” Steven whispers against your skin, kissing your cheek again before pulling away just enough to look at you.

“I love you,” the thought of capturing more photos is completely forgotten. Your hand falls to your side, slipping your phone back into your bag before turning your body in Steven’s arms. You press your lips to his in a loving kiss, snaking your arms around his waist so you can hold each other close. Your head then rests against his shoulder, cuddling into him and looking at the sunset for another moment. Steven’s hand comfortingly rubs the top of your arm while you embrace. 

“It’s so beautiful isn't it?” Your arms gently squeeze around him, enjoying the moment of pure love and adoration.

“The most beautiful.” Little did you know Steven wasn’t even looking at the sunset, instead, he was admiring his love cuddled up in his arms and thanking his lucky stars that he was the one here with you in this moment.

summer break series