#head engineer x gn!reader

[writtengalaxies]

Nap Time

Characters: Head Engineer Mark, GN!Reader as Captain

Word Count: 666

Spicy Rating: Some purposeful sleep deprivation.

"Looks like you could use this. Cute bedhead there, Captain."

Your head engineer handed you a mug full of more coffee, which you took with a smile. Dawn may have still been artificially created up here in space, but without fail, he was up, ready to do all the work that was going to come his way. Mark's teasing little flirts were always a welcome part of your mornings.

You took a long sip off the steaming mug, sighing as the warmth helped you wake up just a little more. The caffeine really wasn't helping any more, but habits meant you weren't really paying attention to what you were saying as you ran your hand through your hair again, making it stand up at all angles.

"Is it really bed hair if I didn't make it to bed?"

"Wh--Captain." 

"Uh. ...Shit." Mark had gotten that glint in his eye, the one that meant you were in trouble. You sighed, took a deep swig of your coffee, and set it down. You had to defend your choice to the man who looked ready to chide you like you normally did to him. "Look, I've just...it's been a long week and either I just toss and turn all night, or I have really bad nightmares so I just...decided to...stop. I've been doing a lot of work, hoping I could just...do an exhaustion sleep instead. It hasn't really worked, though."

He squinted, mouth twisting into a frown. "How long has it been since you last slept?"

"Not that long! Really! Like...maybe...three days?"

"Three--Nope." Mark didn't let you say anything else as you suddenly found yourself scooped up into his arms. You were pretty strong yourself, but with the sleep deprivation you had, you weren't really in a place to fight his grip. 

"What--put me down! What are you--"

Somehow, he managed to juggle you in such a way that he could hit all the scanners through the halls, dropping you into your bed. "Nap time now."

You sighed, trying to stare him down. "It's not going to magically happen just because you say so. I'm just going to get up--"

You couldn't even finish what you were saying, as you suddenly had the full weight of a engineer do the most careful full-body flop across you. Mark popped up with a grin at your indignant squawk.

"Then I'll just have to pin you in place until you get some sleep!"

"What about your work?"

"I've got sick days I haven't cashed in." As he spoke, he was typing things into his wrist tablet. "Might as well take one now."

You stared, wondering if there was any sort of out for you from his worry. A slow sigh pulled from you as you flopped back dramatically. "Fiiiiiiiiiine."

"Fine?"

"You win. Just...can we at least get comfortable first? I didn't really want boots on in my bed."

"Can do, Captain!"

He let you get changed into pajamas, disappearing just long enough to go do a run towards his own room to get changed himself. You briefly contemplated escaping into the ship, but you didn't want to explain to the crew that you were trying to play the world's most complicated game of hide and seek.

Mark returned with a blanket in his arms, taking the time to tuck you in before snuggling in beside you. "Gotta make sure you sleep, after all."

It took some time, the two of you adjusting to sharing the bed and rearranging who was laying where. In the end, you were curled up facing each other, his arm draped over your waist so he could gently rub your back.

For the first time in that very long week, sleep didn't feel like a chore. You felt warm, safe and protected, and utterly surrounded by the person who knew what you had gone through. He had still trusted you to make the right decision then...you trusted him now.

It was the best damn sleep of your life.

[leighsartworks216]

#1 Captain

Head Engineer Mark x gn!reader

This idea came to me very suddenly. It was like being punched in the face and being held hostage until I wrote it. It is now 1 AM. I did not proof read this so...

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 883

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White, shattered porcelain littered the floor. Its liquid contents were splashed across the room. His eyes followed the trail, dragging across the floor until they reached regulation boots. Dark eyes trailed up the figure, who was slumped in on themselves and panting, and his heart shattered, too. The Captain threw their mug.

Your chest shuttered with a strained breath as you finally realized Mark’s presence in the room. You couldn’t even bother looking him in the eyes as you scurried out, head down.

The Bridge was empty. It felt wrong to stand at the helm alone, but the Captain and Head Engineer had been dancing around each other for weeks since…

He swallowed the thick lump forming in his throat. Now wasn’t the time.

He tread lightly across the floor. One step crunched under his boot and he paused, wincing. He lifted his foot and carefully stepped slightly to the side, avoiding the minuscule fragment.

Deft fingers plucked and picked up every shard, all cupped within one gloved hand. When it became too much for one hand to hold, he, admittedly, floundered. Unwilling to drop all the pieces back to the floor and give up his self-assigned mission, however, he began shoving the handfuls of porcelain into the many pockets of his coveralls. Every once in a while, a fragment would poke through the fabric and into his skin. He would just sigh and readjust them.

His heart fell further into the pit of his stomach when he came across black-colored fragments. One of the largest shards read “#1”, though a portion of the number was broken off into another shard. He knew exactly which mug this had been. Memories of handing you a steaming cup of coffee after waking from your cryo-pod flooded his mind. Maybe it didn’t happen in this universe, but it happened in this mug… metaphorically speaking.

He slinked away from the Bridge with pockets full of porcelain and a heart heavy with grief.

-

“Thank you for your reports. Tomorrow we will be discussing supplies. Please prepare any requests for shipments before the meeting.” You fixed Gunther with a pointed glare. “Dismissed.”

Murmurs followed the department heads as they filed out of the meeting room. You’d been… distant lately, to say the least. It was easier now, after jumping through countless universes and endless timelines, to separate yourselves from others. It felt almost necessary. Some small part of your mind was always on alert, just waiting for a blue wormhole to open up and force another crystal into your hand.

You absentmindedly ran a thumb over the scar at the thought.

Someone cleared their throat, startling you out of your rapidly descending thoughts. Mark stood before you, shifting from one foot to another and fiddling with a box he held with both hands. He had held it in his lap throughout the entire meeting. “Captain, I, uh…” His eyes flickered to your palm and down to the box. He held it out, avoiding eye contact all the while. “I just wanted to give you this.”

The box wasn’t anything special - the ship wasn’t equipped with wrapping paper or fancy gift boxes. It was just a plain brown cardboard box, taped with a string in the middle for easy “unwrapping”.

You looked to him for answers. He just nodded toward the box.

Mark and you were on rough ground after everything. You tore apart universes looking for him, you held on even as he cursed the very air you breathed. You died with him after destroying the warp core, and yet neither of you could look each other in the eyes. You almost missed jumping across multiverses, if only to see him smile.

The string cut through the tape as you pulled on it. With a little more effort, the flaps were no longer taped down at all, and the box was opened. A shaky gasp fell from your parted lips, gaped in awe at the barest hint of the contents held within. Mark watched with bated breath as your gloved fingers dipped into the box and lifted out with them the cracked, put-together form of your mug.

Some pieces were glued back together, others were barely being held on by tape. The handle looked atrocious. The rim of the mug was sharp. It would not be able to hold water. None of the words were even or lined up correctly, yet the bold black lettering proudly read “#1 CAPTAIN”.

You cradled it in your hands so carefully, as if it contained a soul within and you didn’t want to hurt it. That said, your hands trembled and shook with the rest of your body as you fought back strangled sobs that tore their way free anyway. Fat, wet tears rolled down your cheeks in waves. They had been held back for too long.

Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a broad chest and holding you firmly, being careful the mug between you didn’t get crushed all the while. Apologies sputtered from your lips, uttered like prayers begging for redemption. Mark just shushed you softly and rested his cheek on your head.

You would always be his #1 Captain, even if you didn’t feel like you deserved the title. And he would always forgive you, in every universe.

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[fandomnerd14]

We can all agree that Engineer Mark radiates golden retriever energy right? Cool. Imagine your working on a new assessment on the new colony.

You made this particularly impulsive decision as the captain. You hoped it would be a good involvement. You didn’t think too hard on it, and instead you gave it the all clear.

Which may have lead to a few minor disastors

You felt horrible and apologized profusely to the crew and colonies. They’re all supportive, because you didn’t actively intend it on purpose. Just talk with them next time and everything’s good.

While the crew had been more forgiving Mark decided it wasn’t enough. The head engineer pulls you aside to one of the main work buildings.

He’s giving you a strict lecture on the impact of how your choices effected the people around both of you.

Understood. Given the situations the both of you endured together. It wasn’t surprising that Mark had gained a slightly more cautious side.

But the thing is…

Marks usual impulsive making decisions and concerning amounts of optimism still showed through. He hadn’t changed a bit after everything settled, which you’re happy about.

It just constrasted greatly with his narrowed eyes pointed at you. His voice was deeper as he lectured to talk down to you, making sure you learned your lesson on the duties you hold.

You should be listening right now. You really should. But you Just. Can’t. Concentrate.

Your heart is racing now. Because all his usual mannerisms have switched completely like a flip of the coin. You can’t process a single thing he’s saying.

You end up staring longer than you wanted to.

Mark noticed you spacing out and waves a hand in front of your face. He rumbles out an annoyed “Captain.” And the sound vibrates through your chest. You blink out of your haze and eye his expression for a moment.

It’s stern. Marks brow is curved downwards and the muscles on his face are tight. It’s not a bad look on him.

You can’t tell if your visibly red or not. But if you don’t leave right now your sure your going to implode.

So you do. You nod your head, mumble out a half apology, and quickly take your leave.

Marks anger diminished to confused now. You looked different this time. But he could at least tell you were listening a little bit. Satisfied with his conclusion he walks out, completely unaware of the way he just made you feel. It’s probably for the best.

Completely unrelated but soon after you start turning red at his morning voice too. Weird. But it’ll stop eventually.

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[mothgodofchaos]

Coffee

Specifically for @writtengalaxies. You're welcome, captain.

Engineer x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 573

It had been many years since the events of the Invincible III. The wormholes, the jumping through, the everything. All behind you, and now here you sit, in your kitchen as your husband unloads the dishwasher. “Wakey Wakey Protocol” now has a new meaning in your household. Instead of being rudely evicted from your cryo pod, it’s now him waking you up gently in bed with a cup of coffee. How you could look into his big brown eyes as they twinkle at you forever, because not even the galaxies you’ve seen and the beauty of space would come near to the wonderfulness and love that was stowed away in his eyes.

You watch as he slowly unloads the dishwasher, sipping on your coffee that he recently refilled for you. Although you were insistent he didn’t need to, you let him do things around the house. It gave him something to do, and as he said, he’d never stop serving his captain as long as he lived. So now you have a himbo malewife who makes you coffee, lines up all your mugs in the cabinet so the design is facing outwards properly, all nestled in a very particular way so they’d all fit. You debated just making a display case for all the coffee mugs he’s gotten you, but he might actually just fall over due to how flustered he’d get. It was always the little comments that got to him. Or the pet names, he had a few favorites in particular. While most people called Marcus just “Marc”, he was your Mars bar, your solarflare, your Engi. He joins you at the table once it’s all done, sitting next to you instead of across so he could wrap his arm around your waist, drawing your head to rest on his bare shoulder, having never gotten out of the habit of wearing the same sleeveless turtlenecks. In his defense, you can agree they’re rather comfortable. It showed off how muscular he was, and he would catch you looking while doing yard work, flexing his arms just a little bit more to get that image to stay in your mind. Your coffee was still warm, holding your hands around the mug, keeping your insides cozy as the cool air nipped at the skin on your hands. He notices how cold you are, wrapping his hands around yours silently. “Cold, captain? Can I get you some more coffee? Anything?” He noses at your neck as you move into his lap. He’s warm, cozy, comfortable, just feels like home. How it feels like no matter where you are in the multiverse, that the two of you will make do with whatever. You just need the two of you. “No thank you, I’m okay. This is plenty.” “Let me know what I can do for you, captain. Please? If that changes?” You kiss his forehead, soothing the worries of your husband. He melts a bit, slumped onto your shoulders. “Always, my solarflare. There’s nothing you can do that won’t make me the luckiest person in the universe.” Marcus blushes hard, hiding his face in your neck.

“You’re just saying that…”

“If I was, I wouldn’t have said “I do” at our wedding.”

“Fair enough, captain~”

The following kiss was long and sweet, tasting like all those cups of coffee, all those moments stolen away together, all the chocolate chip cookies you’ve made.

It tasted like home.

[babyleostuff]

HURTS SO BAD | CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

summary | seungcheol calls you clingy in front of the rest of the boys

genre | angst & fluff

word count | 2k

pairing | choi seungcheol x gn!reader

authors note | if you have any svt requests feel free to write me 🫶🏼

It was the third time today your call went straight to voicemail. If not for Jeonghan’s messages that Seungcheol was at the practice, you would have thought that something happened to him.

This whole situation was very odd, Seungcheol usually picked up your phone calls, and even if he didn’t, he would always send a text saying he would call you back as soon as he could.

“Maybe it’s just a tough practice session,” you thought.

They had been practicing hard for the last couple of weeks, some of them locked up in their studios and the rest working on the choreography, spending most of their days and nights at the HYBE building.

Not dwelling on it much, you packed your bag and left for the boys’ favorite ramen place. You could bet they didn’t have a lot of proper meals during that time, so as the caring partner and friend, you took it upon yourself to take care of those hard-working boys.

As you got into your car and started the engine, you noticed the dark clouds looming overhead. The next second the patter of raindrops began lightly on your windshield, gradually increasing in intensity.

“Great,” you thought. “Of course, it had to start raining now.” Even so, you gave up on going back home for an umbrella - you just wanted to get the boys the food they needed and finally talk to Seungcheol.

As you pulled out onto the road, the rain only intensified, and your hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as you concentrated on the crazy traffic you got into.

After a while, you safely parked the car before the restaurant and quickly ran inside, shielding yourself with your jacket as best as you could. Or Seungcheol’s to be more precise.

He never minded when you were stealing his clothes, always making sure to tell you how adorable you look in them.

You knew the boys’ favorites like the back of your hand, so after you quickly ordered the food the only thing left was to wait, and hope that nothing serious is going on with your boyfriend.

You didn’t know why exactly you were overthinking this so much. Surely, he had his quiet days where he needed some time for himself, so why would it be different this time?

The thing was, he always would give you a heads up when he wanted to be alone, but nothing like this happened this time.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to carry this alone?” the waiter pulled you out of your deep thoughts.

“Yes, I’m kind of used to this,” you chuckled.

Getting back to your car, the rain still pouring, you quickly but safely made your way to the HYBE building.

Being a partner of one of the most influential people in this company was certainly an advantage, and that's why getting to the dance practice room was not an issue for you.

Chan, Minghao, and Soonyoung caught your attention first, as they were probably going over some steps in the middle of the room.

Then you spotted Joshua, Jonghan, and Jun talking in the corner, as well as Mingyu, Vernon, and Seungwan arguing about something, per usual. The rest of the boys were resting by the mirrors, and that’s where you also finally found your boyfriend.

“Food has arrived,” you laughed as you saw the expression on Mingyu’s face, who was the first to notice you. Someone turned the music down, and not a second later most of the boys were around you picking out their orders.

“You’re the best,” said Jeonghan and hugged you softly. With only one last box in your hand, you turned to Seungcheol, who looked like he hadn’t noticed your presence yet.

“What is up with him? Has he been like this the whole day?” you turned to Jeonghan.

“Yeah, but I’m sure he’s just stressed,” he sighed, looking at his best friend with a bit of pity in his eyes.

You patted Jeonghan’s back and walked up to your boyfriend, crouching before him.

His posture appeared slouched, and his eyes, once vibrant and full of life, now carried a subtle hint of exhaustion, with heavy lids that seemed to be begging for rest.

The deep lines and shadows under Seungcheol’s eyes betrayed his lack of sleep, confirming your suspicions that he didn’t take proper care of himself.

“Hey, baby. I got you food,” you smiled at him, taking in the lack of his usual energy and enthusiasm.

He didn’t even look at you as he stood up and passed by you. Now this was very weird. “Cheol, what is going on?” you asked, your voice laced with concerne.

He let out a deep sigh, which could’t mean anything good, and turned around to look at you.

“What do you want me to say, huh?” he said, raising an eyebrow at you. “You come here, God knows why, and disturb our practice, which is like the last thing we want right now,” his tone was only getting angrier as he spoke.

“Thanks for the food, I guess, but we are capable of taking care of ourselves. We’re adults, it’s not like you have to look out for us all the time, you know. Trust me, we are stressed enough, and we don’t really want anyone else to be up our asses right now,” he was at the verge of raising his voice right now, which has never happened in your relationship before.

With each hurtful word coming out of his mouth, you could feel yourself getting smaller and smaller and your eyes welling up with tears, shimmering with unspoken pain.

The thoughts in your head were racing, searching for meaning or a way to process the hurtful words you just heard from the person you loved the most. You folded your arms tightly across your chest as if trying to shield your poor heart from further harm.

“What would be the best right now is if you simply left and stopped being so damn clingy. Oh, and I was actually looking for that jacket, so if you don’t mind, could you please leave it?”

The moment these words left your boyfriend’s mouth, something in you shifted. You looked at him in pure horror, not once in a million years thinking you’ll hear these words from Seungcheol.

The boys could see how your expression changed, a mix of emotions flickering across your face - hurt, betrayal, and anger. Your muscles tense, and fists clenched, you breathed hard, ready to defend yourself.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? No, but seriously,” you laughed in disbelief.

“I come here, scared as shit because you haven’t been answering any of my calls or texts, and if it wasn’t for Jeonghan, I wouldn’t even know if you were fucking alive Seungcheol,” you noticed he flinched hearing you using his full name.

“I come here with food because I know for a fact that no one in this room has eaten anything proper in a week, and you dare to call me fucking clingy? For what? Taking care of you? If I’m such a burden, why do you even want to be with me, huh?” At this point you weren’t holding back, not caring what you were saying.

“I get it that you’re tired and stressed, but I’ll never let you call me clingy for being worried about you,” your voice reflected the strength of your anger, becoming louder than usual.

You could feel your heart breaking as the last words left your mouth:

“Fuck you, Seungcheol.”

Not even sparing him a glance, you threw the jacket at him, turned around and walked out, leaving twelve stunned boys standing in shock from what had just happened.

As you got back into your car, the weight of sadness settled upon you like a heavy blanket. Your gaze was fixated on the road ahead, yet your mind could stop replaying the scene from just a few minutes ago.

The atmosphere within the vehicle felt still, almost suffocating, as the silence enveloped you from the absence of conversation or cheerful music that usually filled the space.

You spend the rest of your day on your couch, and to your surprise, you didn’t even shed a tear. You were too numb to feel anything.

Your thoughts seemed to move in slow motion, as if trapped in a mental haze and the world around appeared muted, as if viewed through a foggy lens.

Just as you were to fall asleep, covered with a single blanket on your sofa, you heard the door to your apartment open. After some shuffling in the hallway, Seungcheol appeared from around the corner.

His tear-stained cheeks glistened under the soft glow of light and you could clearly see his eyes were reddened and puffy. His facial expression carried the weight of his emotions - a mix of sadness and exhaustion.

“I’m sorry,” he simply said, before collapsing to the ground, sobbing quietly. Tears cascaded down his face, tracing delicate paths along his cheeks that you adored so much.

Almost as if forgetting what took place earlier today, you rushed off the sofa and in an instant wrapped your arms around your crying boyfriend. With each breath, his body quivered, his shoulders shaking slightly and his chest rising and falling in sync with his sobs.

“I don’t know what happened, I... I didn’t mean any of this, please believe me,” he cried onto your shoulder. “You have to believe me,” he whispered.

Not saying anything, you only held him closer to your chest, stroking his back softly in a loving manner, as he continued to cry.

“Cheollie, listen to me,” you grabbed his chin lightly and made him look at you. Looking at his tear stained cheeks, you felt so many emotions bubbling inside you.

“I know that you didn’t mean them, but that still doesn’t make it fine.”

“I know, it’s just that-.”

“Cheol, let me finish, yeah?” You smiled weakly at him. “I understand that you have a lot on your plate right now, and if I only knew how you were feeling I would never do anything to make it worse. I love you so much, you know that and that’s why you should have talked to me and told me you needed space-.”

“No, no, no. I don’t want space. I need you honey, I need you around, you’re the reason why I keep going on during times like these,” this time around he was the one that didn’t let you finish.

“I love waking up with the knowledge that I have the best and the most caring partner by my side. I love that you don’t only take care of me, but also the boys. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, and everyday I feel so grateful that I can call you... That you’re my...” he struggled to finish his sentence.

“Your the most perfect person and I fucked up so bad today,” he whispered those last words, slouching his shoulders almost as if embarrassed.

“You did, baby,” you sighed, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “But nothing a cuddle session can’t fix, right?” you smiled widely, at the surprised look at your boyfriend’s face.

“You want to cuddle with me?” he said in his belief, a slight pout on his face.

“Yes, you dumbass. But later we’ll still have to talk about this. You really hurt me and it won’t just go away,” he nodded his head quickly, taking your hands in his.

“I’ll do anything to make it up for you.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, baby,” you laughed and stroked his cheek.

“After Mingyu fought me today, I think everything is possible.”

“Wait, what? Mingyu did what?” Now it was your turn to be shocked. It had to be the first time that the giant puppy had fought back.

“Yeah, I think we should write that down somewhere. But I had it coming.” he said pulling you down on the couch.

“Oh yeah, you definitely did.”

As you nestle close to each other, the weight of the world seems to melt away. Your bodies mold together, fitting perfectly in a tender embrace. Limbs entwine and hearts align, creating a secure and comforting space, for the first time in days.

Wrapped in each other's arms, the outside world fades into insignificance. The only reality that matters is the warmth and tenderness exchanged between your bodies

[wheeboo]

run to you | lee chan

SYNOPSIS. in which your best friend picks you up in the middle of the night. PAIRING. biker!best friend!lee chan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, lil angst, best friends to lovers WARNINGS. cursing, implied that reader lives in a troubled household, lil description of a twisted ankle, kissing WORD COUNT. 2.7k

notes: finally have something written for dino!! i haven't written anything for him in a HOT min that this almost feels out of character for some reason 😭 anyways enjoy <3

Chan doesn't understand why simply the sight of your name lighting up his phone has his heart quickening, head spinning, and adrenaline rushing all in a single moment. But he doesn't give it much thought, his hand instinctively pressing the answer button as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

He brings his phone up to his ear, calling out your name, "Y/N?"

"Hey, um..." Your voice is shaky on the other line, barely above a whisper, laced with something that sounds suspiciously like pain, and it sends a snake of worry up his back. "...can you do me a favour real quick?"

Chan glances at the time on his phone for a brief second, brows furrowing at the late time displayed on the screen. He sits up in bed, already somehow feeling more awake than just a few seconds ago. "Yeah, uh, what's up?"

Silence hangs heavy in the air, heavier than the late-night quiet pressing against Chan's window. He can almost hear your nervous inhale and picture the hesitant frown on your face.

"I left my... well, actually my entire skateboard bag... at your place," You admit quietly, sheepishly. "Could you possibly... drop it off at my door? It's really late, I know, but𑁋"

"Where are you?" Chan asks frantically and seriously that it cuts you off. He hears the way your breath hitches in your throat at the tone of his voice, and it only makes him more apprehensive and his heart hammering against his ribs anxiously. "Are you at the skate park?"

Crap, he knows. He always knows. "Look, I just... needed to clear my head and took a little fall. I'm fine, can you just𑁋"

"Stay put," he commands, leaving no room for argument. "I'm coming to get you."

"What? No, Chan, it's fine𑁋"

He cuts you off, refusing to hear your protests. "Don't move. I'll be there in ten."

He hangs up before you can utter another word, quickly tossing a shirt on and grabbing his keys, helmet (and a second one), and of course, your skateboard bag. As Chan throws the bag over his shoulder, a sharp pang of worry hits him. He knows you're downplaying the fall and everything else going on, but the tremor in your voice paints a different picture in his mind, and he seems to be listening to his heart more than he ever thought he would.

All he could think about is you.

Chan knows not to pry, but it isn't the first time this has happened𑁋where you 'clear your head' in the middle of the night and run away from home for a few hours. But the thought of you alone and hurt gnaws at him more than he cares to admit.

Pushing aside the questions and worries for later, Chan rushes out the door, the roar of his motorcycle echoing through the hushed night. His phone buzzes in his pocket, but he ignores it. As he speeds towards the familiar silhouette of the skate park, a million scenarios play in his mind, each one twisting his gut tighter. He forces them down, focusing only on one𑁋getting to you and making sure you're okay.

The wind whips past Chan's helmet, carrying with it the sting of the cool night air and the echo of your shaky voice. He rounds the last corner, the skate park coming into view, bathed in the dim glow of a streetlamp. He catches a single glance of your figure leaning against wall with your skateboard abandoned not that far away, and his heart jumps into his throat.

He throws the bike into a skid that leaves a dark streak on the pavement, the gravel crunching beneath his tires and the engine sputtering to a halt just beside you. You flinch at the sudden noise, looking up with wide, surprised eyes. Before you can speak, he's already hopping off and jogging towards you.

Something jumps in your stomach when he takes off his helmet, the streetlamp above illuminating the worry etched on his features and windswept, messy hair. Chan kneels before you, the gravel biting into his knees as his gaze takes note of the way you're gingerly clutching down at your ankle.

The concern in his eyes makes your defenses crumble. You open your mouth to explain, but he silences you with a gentle hand on your knee.

"Don't talk," he murmurs, voice surprisingly soft. "Let me see."

He gently pushes your hand away, his touch sending a spark through your already jittery nerves, calloused fingers lightly brushing against away the dirt clinging to your slightly swollen ankle. You wince at the contact, breath hitching at the unexpected touch. It's not painful, but it's strangely electrifying.

"It looks swollen," he states, carefully brushing his thumbs over the affected area. "Can you put any weight on it?"

You hesitantly try to wiggle your toes, wincing when a sharp pain shoots up your leg.

"Fuck, ow," You whisper, biting your lip. You feel the shame and embarrassment burn at your cheeks, making you want to sink into the cool concrete beneath you.

He's always right; you weren't fine. You hadn't been fine for a long time, but admitting it to yourself felt like opening a dam of emotions you weren't sure you could contain the longer you stay here, and you aren't sure if Chan being in front of you was helping with that or not.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Chan asks, voice a low rumble that vibrates through the gravel where he kneels. You can't help but meet his gaze, searching for judgment, but finding only concern and a hint of something deeper you couldn't decipher, or didn't want to acknowledge.

You shrug, hating how weak the gesture feels, pulling back your leg away from him slightly. "It's okay, just a twist."

Chan's jaw clenches, the concern on his face morphing into something else, something you couldn't quite place. "Just a twist? Y/N, it's the middle of the night, you're alone at the skate park, and you can barely stand. It's not okay."

You feel your chest tighten. "I told you I just needed to get some air. You didn't have to come if you didn't want to. I'm fine."

His eyes narrow, and you catch a glimpse of something raw and intense flickering in them.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" he asks, coming out a bit harsher than intended. "What if you... what if something bad happened and you couldn't call for help? Do you think I wouldn't want to be the one to find you?"

His words hit you like a physical blow. You flinch, the vulnerability you'd so carefully guarded threatening to spill out. God, you hate that he could see through you, hate that he cares so much, hate that you couldn't hate it no matter how much you tried.

"No," You mumble, swallowing back the heat threatening in your eyes. "I don't think you're stupid. It's just..." Your voice trails off.

"It's just what?" Chan demands, voice tight. "Just another night where you disappear and leave me wondering if you're okay? I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you."

His words suspend heavy in the air, the only sounds coming from the occasional crickets and the rhythmic thump of your heart echoing loudly in your ears. You could only stare at Chan, his intense gaze boring into you, and feel a dam within yourself start to slowly crack.

Chan lets his eyes roam over you, and a twinge of guilt seems to twitch at his lips, his eyes softening noticeably, but barely. He lets out a sigh.

"Come on," he says firmly. "I can't let you stay here alone, not tonight. Let me take you back to my place, okay?" His eyes hold yours for a beat longer than necessary, a silent plea struggling beneath the surface.

He rises from the ground and offers you his hand. The heat radiating from his skin sends a familiar jolt through you. Hesitantly, you place your hand in his, his fingers warm and calloused as they intertwine together clumsily, like you're testing some type of waters. Then he lifts you with surprising ease, the sudden movement sending a fresh wave of pain shooting through your ankle, making you tighten your grip on his hand.

"Sorry," he murmurs, concern flickering in his eyes. "Let me know if it's too much."

You shake your head, unable to find your voice. You're a tangled mess of emotions𑁋relief, embarrassment, and a fluttering nervousness that you can't quite explain. He helps you onto the back of his motorcycle and secures the extra helmet around your head, before stepping away to collect your skateboard from the ground. Then you feel his hand cup over yours, bringing it to secure around his waist, the warmth of his body pressed against yours sending shivers down your spine.

"Hold on tight," he instructs. As the engine rolls to life, you feel the vibration through your body, and you scoot yourself impossibly closer to him, tightening your hold around his abdomen even more.

The ride to his apartment is a blur of streetlights and rushing wind. You cling to him even more, not entirely sure if it's for balance or something more, but it's awfully comforting and... intimate.

You lean your head on his back and breathe in the familiar scent of leather and warmth that seems to calm you more than it should. Shifting your eyes up, you steal a glance at Chan, the moonlight casting long shadows across his determined jaw and windblown hair. You can feel his muscles tense and relax with every shift of the bike, and a strange sense of safety washes over you. You feel a slight tug at your lips at the thought.

As the motorcycle comes to a stop outside Chan's apartment, you linger for a moment, the gentle rumble of the engine fading into the quiet night as he puts it into park. The warmth of his body still lingers onto yours as he takes off his helmet and hops off the bike, before turning around to help with yours.

The brush of your hands against each other sends a jolt through the two of you. Chan quickly pulls away, his hand hovering awkwardly by your helmet, but the heaviness in the air lingers. You look up at him, his gaze flickering between your face, before he fully slips the helmet off your head, hand lingering in the strands of your hair for a moment.

He clears his throat, looking away briefly before meeting your eyes again.

"I, uh... should get you inside," he finally says.

You only give a nod. But as you attempt to step off the bike, the pain in your ankle shoots up your leg, bringing a wince to your face.

"Here," Chan says quickly, kneeling before you again. "Let me help."

He carefully scoops you up in his arms, the familiar scent of leather and warmth enveloping you once more. This time, you don't try to pull away, your heart pounding against his chest as he carries you inside.

He takes you to his kitchen, helping you sit on top of the counter, and you can't help but let out a quiet, soft sigh of relief. As he draws away from you to rummage through the drawers, you glance around his kitchen, noting the small stack of dishes in the sink, the motorcycle magazines scattered across his little eating area, and an empty bowl of cereal𑁋a glimpse into his life you hadn't seen before.

It's silent when it all happens, almost too silent it's suffocating. But as Chan comes back to you with an ice pack and a bottle of pills, you could only watch him. The soft light from the hanging lamp above bathes his face in a warm glow, and you catch the way his gaze lingers on your face a moment too long.

He reaches out, gently placing the ice pack on your swollen ankle. His touch is light, almost tentative, yet the cold feeling makes you flinch, but Chan's hand rests gently on the skin above your ankle, the other cupping at your knee. There's a part of you that wants to pull away from him, from everything happening right now, but you don't. You don't want to. You can't. He's worried, frustrated, and maybe even a little hurt, and you understand why. You've pushed him away again, and he's tired of it.

"I..." You start, a tremor betraying your words. "I didn't mean to worry you."

Chan glances up at you. "But you did," he replies lowly. "You always do. And it scares the hell out of me."

The tension hangs thick in the air as Chan's words sink in.

"I-I'm sorry, I really am," You mutter, swallowing down the lump in your throat. "It's just... things are hard at home, and I don't know how to deal with it. Being away just seems to... clear it all up a little bit, you know?"

"Then why run away when you can run to me?" He's standing right in front of you at this point, one hand still on your knee.

"Why do care you so much?" You counter almost defensively, feeling yourself tense right under his gaze.

"Because the more this happens, the more I realise I don't want to be your friend anymore," he answers simply, then lowers his voice. "I can't be... just your friend anymore when I want to be the person you run to."

The world freezes. Everything freezes, and you could only stare at him with widened eyes and a pure look of shock. Nothing but silence stretches between the two of you, and the hammering in your chest only grows stronger by each passing second.

Chan lowers his gaze to the floor, taking his hand off your knee and running it through his hair. "Fuck, I shouldn't have..." He catches a glimpse of the bottle of pain medication right next to you. "Let me get you some water𑁋"

"No, wait." You grab at his hand, causing him to halt, and he looks back at you. "Don't... go yet, please?"

Chan hesitates, before giving in, finding himself standing right back in front of you, the two of you almost eye-level. Except you shoot a quick look at his lips, then up to his eyes, before letting the hand wrapped around his wrist pull him even closer to you, to the point where he's almost standing between your legs.

His breath hitches from the sudden closeness, but he shouldn't be like this right now. Not when you're hurt and vulnerable. He can't tell you that he wanted you the moment you met two years ago when you rolled past him one day on the way to the same skate park, can't tell you that he would choose you over everything else in a heartbeat.

But all those thoughts are pushed away the moment he feels your lips on his, and his hands come naturally to your waist, as if afraid you might slip away. His lips seemingly mold perfectly with yours, and you can feel the longing in the way his fingers seem to tighten its hold on your shirt.

Your lips part for a brief moment, and there's a long moment that passes before Chan leans in again, capturing your mouth a bit more fervently, a bit more passionately than before, yet nonetheless still sweet and tender. The world outside disappears, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, the soft hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the clock on the wall, and the gentle glow of the kitchen light above.

When you both pull away, there's a breathless pause.

"Are you... are you okay?" he asks cautiously. "I'm sorry, it just..."

"No, I'm... I should say sorry for... everything," You cut him off. "I shouldn't have made you worried or... pushed you away. I'm sorry."

"All I ever want is to make sure you're okay, Y/N." His hand is back at your knee again, finger tracing reassuring shapes, easing the tension out of your body.

You let out a nervous, light-hearted chuckle. "We're not even together yet and I'm already causing you so much trouble."

Chan's expression softens, and he cups your cheek gently, his thumb brushing against your skin.

"Who said I wasn't yours yet?" He leans back in, teasing his lips back against yours. "I can be, if you want me to be."

another note: ending is a lil rushed im sorry oops i wrote this rlly late 😭

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[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Them reacting to horrible pickup-lines

characters: All Honkai Star Rail Characters (except the kids and Yanqing) x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: Someone requested Topaz reacting to a horrible pickup-line. I started thinking about horrible pickup-lines a bit too much and now we’re here.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

I cannot stress enough how stupid of you it was to even think this was a good idea. Depending on their mood and whether or not you are relevant to whatever agenda they follow, you might escape with nothing but a stern warning and a scornful look. No matter what however, don’t try it again. You will not get off scot free a second time.

Blade

Jingliu

Damn, are you an aircraft engineer? Because whatever sentence you just constructed flew right over their head. Are you joking? Or was either of you suffering from a stroke? It doesn’t matter. Don’t try to explain it, you will undoubtedly make it so much worse. It is best for you if they treat your poor attempt at flirting the same way one might a cryptic message from the gods instead of thinking about it for even a moment longer.

Argenti

Arlan

Bronya

Xueyi

Sushang

Luka

HuoHuo

Lynx

Bravo! Whatever just came out of your mouth will forever be ingrained into their memory, although the reason for it is probably not what you had hoped for. Instead of answering, they just… stare at you until even your least socially adept neuron gets that they were not a fan. For both of yours’ sakes, apologize. And maybe cut it back with the pickup-lines in the future.

Dan Heng

Dr Ratio

Herta

Seele

Fu Xuan

Pela

They don’t have it in their hearts to tell you, but deep down you know your line didn’t pass the vibe-check. Either out of confusion or the simple desire for both of you to just pretend it never happened in the first place, they give you a polite smile and quickly change the topic. Don’t hold it against them, pickup-lines had their charms, but maybe try a bouquet of Flowers next time.

Asta

Welt

Yukong

Hanya

Ruan Mei

Gepard

Natasha

Luocha

That is not a pickup-line. This is a pickup-line. They weren’t about to be outdone at their own game. Pretty savvy when it comes to stringing together the right words themselves they fire back almost immediately, the manner in which they respond enough to make you blink in surprise on its own.

Extra points if it’s somehow worse than yours.

Himeko

Kafka

Argenti

Tingyun

Serval

Whether it’s just an amused chuckle or full-out laughter, you got what you wanted. The thrill of knowing you’d be able to put another skill on your resumeé filling you with enough pride to inflate anyone’s ego… It was your pickup-line they found amusing, wasn’t it?.

Black Swan

Jing Yuan

Guinaifen

Qingque

Topaz

Congratulations, you will never see the day they’ll stop reminding you of your oratory genius. If you change your name, they’ll make it their mission to find you. If you go deaf, they’ll learn sign language. No matter how unpredictable the future was, you get the feeling they’d rather forget their birthday than this.

March 7th

Silverwolf

Sampo

[mockerycrow]

I WANT IT (Soap x GN!Reader)

soap masterlist

summary; soap is on leave with the 141 and you’re visiting him. he invites you to meet the boys, and you get a little buzzed—he offers to take you home, but you get a little.. handsy.

authors note; i saw a tiktok video. that’s the excuse. i did not proofread this; i saw the tiktok and wrote it. and @kivino let me talk about this, blame them. /j

[WARNINGS; poor knowledge of motorcycles, alcohol ingestion (not enough to be drunk), extremely suggestive, groping, suggested exhibitionism, technically you did not ask for consent but Johnny enjoys every single second of this.]

“IT WAS NICE meeting you guys!” You grin, shaking Johnny’s Captain’s hand, and then his fellow sergeants. You and, what was his name.. Ghost? You two settled on waves. “Likewise, mate.” Price hums, a smile on his lips. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you again, you’re always welcome, yeah?” Price glances at Soap and then you, earning a laugh from your chest.

“You sure you want Johnny bringing you home?” Ghost teases lightheartedly—he knows Johnny is careful, but he also knows Johnny rides fast. You smile at his tease, and you can tell he’s being just a tad bit serious. Ghost elected to be the Designated Driver for his Captain and Gaz, but he wouldn’t mind if he had to take you home, too. You aren’t drunk per say, but you definitely should not be behind a wheel nonetheless.

You shake your head no in response before saying, “I appreciate the concern, but Johnny has gotten me home safe plenty of times.” Johnny. That’s one thing the 141 has noticed; the only person they’ve ever known to be given permission to call Soap that is Ghost—and you now, apparently. Guess it makes sense when Johnny said, “Only L.T. and someone else can call me that.”

“If you say so, love.” Gaz laughs and pats your shoulder, glancing over to see Johnny gearing up his motorcycle, two helmets hanging off of the handle grips. Guess he came prepared, and is eager to set off. You say your goodbyes and after making sure the two drunk men and their chauffeur get into their vehicle safely, you walk over to Johnny, who’s wearing his gloves and his unzipped protective jacket. “Ye ready t’ride?” He asks with an excited grin—he’s been away for a couple of months and you haven’t ridden with him in at least a year.

“Always,” You reply with a grin of your own. Johnny helps you slip on the helmet and adjusts the straps accordingly, biting at the corner of his lower lip as he focuses on making sure you’re safe. You can’t help but wonder if he does the same thing whilst defusing an explosive device. “There we go.” Johnny chuckles before slipping his own helmet on, adjusting his straps. He teasingly flips down your visor before doing the same with his own—the sun is setting, to be fair—and he hops onto his motorcycle.

Johnny holds out an arm, helping you get into the back of the motorcycle behind him. You grunt as you situate yourself, your hands grabbing his waist as you wiggle a bit. Once you deem yourself safe and comfortable, you wrap your arms around his abdomen and lean against his back. Johnny tilts his head back, bonking his helmet into yours; his way of asking if you’re okay for to him go now, considering you two can’t hear each other. Johnny doesn’t have those helmets with speakers and microphones yet.

You laugh a bit before bonking him back, causing him to rev his motorcycles engine and you feel him begin to drive off. The air feels nice against what skin is exposed as Johnny pulls out of the parking lot and onto the main road, slowly speeding up as there is no one else on the road with you two. Your eyes trace the purple-pink clouds and sky, the sun radiating a beautiful orange, the colors looking absolutely jaw dropping tonight.

Your mind begins to wander to the events of tonight; the drinking game that you ended up winning—you aren’t sure how—which is why you’re just a little buzzed. You think about Johnny’s teammates and how they all work together very nicely, even in a civilian environment.. and then your mind drifts to Johnny. Sweet ol’ Johnny in those fucking jeans.

God, you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or what, but something about Johnny in the outfit he wore tonight was making you feel so feral. He is wearing some dark blue jeans that mold to his legs so perfectly, showing off his thick thighs, as well as a white t-shirt and a biker’s jacket over the shirt. Nonetheless, you felt like a goddamn dog because you swore you nearly drooled over him at least three times during the course of the night.

You aren’t sure what demon possesses you to give you the confidence that suddenly surges in your veins, but honestly you can’t bring yourself to care. Your arms slowly unwrap from around his abdomen, and you feel Johnny’s back muscles—that you wanna drag your nails down all of a sudden—tense up. You know he’s probably wondering what you’re doing, but you don’t pay that any mind as your hands go to his sides, slowly sliding down to over the curves of his hips. You feel the material of his jeans underneath your fingers and how the muscle is pressing against the seams—you just can’t help yourself.

You feel the bike turn as you begin to go around a curve in the road. Your hands squeeze his hips before one of your hands presses down and slowly rubs over his thigh to the inner part of it, your fingers squeezing the muscle covered by his jeans. You feel Johnny straighten his posture and you grin underneath your helmet, light arousal flowing through your veins as your other hand slowly moves to his lower stomach, right above the belt buckle of his jeans. You’re suddenly grateful Johnny decided—or more likely forgot—to keep his jacket unzipped, because you can’t resist sliding your hand underneath his shirt.

You feel his skin and the soft hair trailing up to his belly button—his goddamn happy trail, which the acknowledgment of it makes a hot flash to flow through you. Johnny’s stomach muscles flex under your touch and you feel him tense as your fingers threaten to dip underneath the waistband of his jeans. Your other hand drifts dangerously close to his groin, your fingertips nearly brushing directly where you want them to—or, actually seems like where Johnny wants them to.

You didn’t even notice that you’ve come to a stop, and Johnny grabs the wrist of the hand where your fingers are dangerously close to his crotch and cold panic flows through you; is he uncomfortable? Did you go too far, despite the late night flirts and hot, needy kisses over the years? No, none of that. You made the right decision, you realize, as Johnny presses your hand directly against his crotch, pressing your palm into his hardened, clothed cock at the fucking red light.

The cold panic is quickly replaced with burning arousal, slapping you right in the face as you feel a vibration from Johnny’s chest—he’s fucking groaning and rutting his hips into your hand like goddamn dog. Your eyes flutter shut as your lungs stutter in your chest, your hand groping his crotch. Your fingertips scratch at his happy trail, making the muscles underneath his skin stutter.

Johnny’s flips up his visor and looks over his shoulder at you as he shamelessly grinds into your palm, which you’re pressing down onto his cock now. You make eye contact and jesus, he looks fucking delicious. His eyes are half lidded and you can tell his face is red, his pupils blown out—you can barely see, but you know they are—and something tells you this isn’t ending when he drops you off, especially when you feel his cock twitch beneath his jeans when a car rolls up next to you at the red light.

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Touch

Summary:When your tired you can't keep your hands off them

Type:Hcs:Fluff:Halsin X GN!Reader: Karlach X GN!Reader: Gale X GN!Reader

Version:Bg3

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Karlach

She loves it

After all those years of having no physical touch with people, she adores these small touchs

Even if you're just touched her through her clothes she still loves it

The small touchs on her thigh or arm sends small shocks through her

If her engine is fixed, she'll giggle and softly touch your arm to match your soft touches

Halsin

He pulls you closer to him when you do this

A soft smile on his face as he feels your tired yet soft caresses on his leg or arm

He'd probably do it back, softly caressing your bicep as he leans his head against yours

He finds it quite comforting, especially if it's after a tough mission

He will fall asleep quite quickly from your soft touchs, it relaxs his raging mind

Gale

He didn't realize it was a normal thing for you to do for like, a few weeks

He just thought you were being affectionate(maybe you were)

He will lean against you and read his books to you to help you sleep

He will probably do it back if you two are cuddling

Most of the time, he just leans into your touch and just enjoys the moment

[A/n:I need this game so bad 😭. I hope you enjoyed]

[writtengalaxies]

Taking Care of You

Characters: Head Engineer Mark, GN!Reader as Captain

Word Count: 500

Spicy Rating: Lil' bit of a sick fic!

Mark catches you stumbling through the cafeteria aboard the Invincible.

With the need to make sure the colonists are adjusting well from coming out of the deep cryogenic freeze, the cafeteria is open at all hours. Late at what passes for night up here, it's easy to grab food. Honestly, that was usually when you ate, despite everyone's best attempts to get you to sleep more, to not push yourself to the point of breaking. Today was a rare day that you'd show up in the cafeteria at all, feeling out of it. You had skipped anything for breakfast outside a quickly drank cup of instant coffee that was halfway to being cold.

Mark literally catches you, and you give him a small smile. You try to get your feet back under you, trying not to wobble as you stand, but Mark's frown increases.

"Captain, can I talk to you?"

You nodded, letting him lead you. The world felt...floaty, or your bones were too heavy...was someone messing with the gravity fields?

Tucked into the hallway, Mark leans you against the wall, eyes dark with worry.

"Captain, are you feeling okay?"

" 'm fiiiiiiiiine," come the words, almost dropping from your lips a little too lazily. You watch as Mark tugs off one of his gloves, pressing his bare wrist to your forehead. His skin feels so nice and cool.

"...You have a fever."

"Wha? Nooooooo." He levels you with one of those looks, the kind that means he's not going to argue with you, just before he scoops you up into both arms. He was carrying you through the halls of the ship like carrying a bride over a threshold. You must have said that out loud, because he trips, and blushes as he walks faster to your room.

It's nice, having him pamper you in a way. He gets your boots off, helps you shed your gloves and jacket. even goes so far as to get you pajamas to change into. Mark busies himself with tidying parts of your room you've let slip out of the tidiness you normally keep it in while you change. Even that simple action exhausts you, and you're winded by the time you tell him he can turn around.

Mark tucks you in, and you swear your bed has never felt so comfortable before. In a soft voice, he promises to be right back, just going to get you food.

You must have fallen asleep in the short time he's gone, because before you know it, he's gently waking you up, fingers brushing strands of sweat-slicked hair from your forehead. "I got you soup and water. Wasn't sure how off you were feeling yet, Captain, but...figured that was a good place to start."

"Maybe I should get sick more often," you mumble to yourself as he carefully hands you a mug filled with broth, rather than chancing a bowl. "I like you taking care of me."

"Always will, Captain," he mutters back, just as softly.

[leighsartworks216]

Kiss It Better

Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Writing this very impulsively from my phone after seeing Engineer Mark say "owie"

Warnings: minor injury, but mostly just fluff

Word Count: 858

Masterlist

The Invincible II was a beautiful ship. The best of the best... sorta. Things went wrong more often than was perhaps normal, and definitely more than everyone preferred it to. But she was your ship.

Technically.

She really was Mark's baby, truth be told. Your Head Engineer knew every wire, every screw, every protocol the Invincible held within her walls. She only became yours when you were assigned to the ship.

In any case, her issues needed to be corrected, usually on a daily basis. And today her cooling systems had shut down.

Celci was keeping an eye on the colonists, updating you with any changes that could harm them. Fortunately, for the colonists, at least, the only systems down were the air conditioning systems, not the coolant used for cryopods.

All the crew members were grumbling. Even the most cheery were glaring at you behind their 'Hello's and 'Morning, Captain's. If that didn't get you off your ass and down into engineering, the sweat dripping down your neck certainly did.

"Cap, can you hand me that wrench just- right there, that one."

The metal burned your hand as you passed it over. Your gloves had been one of the first things to go once the temperature began to rise. At some point, you'd tied the upper half of your jumpsuit around your waist. Mark had tried a little too hard not to look when you did.

"How much longer do you think?" You wiped your damp forehead on your arm, watching as Mark expertly navigated the ship's cooling system.

He sighed. "I wish I knew. The hotter it's getting, the more fried these wires are getting. It's a mess all around."

He ducked out of the vent-like tunnel system, panting and pulling on his shirt to mimic a breeze. He looked like a pouting child, especially when he was sitting back on his knees like that.

"Okay, I have an idea." He dropped his shirt so he could gesture with both hands. "I may be able to strip the wires down past where they're fried and reconnect them. If that doesn't work, well, we'd have to get new wires... What'd'ya think?"

"Just tell me what I can do to help."

With a determined grin, a fist bump, and some wire strippers, Mark dove back in, eager to try fixing the problem once again.

-

Air conditioning back online.

"OW!"

A metal thunk sounded followed by a cuss as Mark crawled his way out of the vent. He came out holding his hand, face scrunched up in a wince.

"What happened?" You take his hand into both of yours, turning it over and assessing it for damage. One of his fingers had burn marks, undoubtedly from reconnecting wires.

"Damn wires shocked me!"

"Of course they did!" You held up his hand. "You're not wearing your gloves!"

He opened his mouth, looked at the ground where both pairs of leather gloves lay discarded, and then looked back to you. "Oh."

You had to bite back a grin. He was so invested in patching up the cooling system that he completely forgot any necessary safety measures. As his captain, you should be reprimanding him more. But, as his friend, you were worried about his safety more than anything.

Lifting his hand to your face, you inspected the damage left behind. The skin was red and irritated, and you couldn't help noticing the callouses that had formed on his hands after years of hard work. Still, after a bit of cool water and care, it would be healed right up.

"Uh, Captain? Why did you just do that?"

You pulled his hand away from your face. Had you done something? Maybe you could play it off. "Uhm, do what?" Smooth.

He raised an eyebrow. "You just kissed my finger."

Oh.

Oh.

You couldn't even play off the warmth flooding to your face as the heating anymore, as cool air had flooded the room quickly after it was fixed. Part of you wished there was some way to reverse time and avoid this awkward moment, but no. You were stuck here.

You cleared your throat. "W-Well, how does it feel now?"

His eyes flickered from his finger to your face. You still hadn't let his hand go. This was the most physical contact you two had made since you boarded. And without gloves, no less.

"Better," he murmured. He glanced over at the vent, and pointed to his head with his other hand. "I hit my head, too. It still kinda hurts."

God, what a couple of dorks, sitting on the floor, blushing.

With one hand holding his, you reached out the other to cup the back of his head. The lightest pressure had Mark tilting his head forward, eyes still trying to watch your every move. Your lips touched the spot he pointed to, light as a feather, perhaps lighter. And they lingered. Then, you both pulled back. Your hand was holding his, and your other was cupping his head.

You both just sat there and stared for a minute.

Mark cleared his throat lightly, swallowing thickly afterward. "It feels better now."

[mothgodofchaos]

*places down chickie fingies*

It's me. I know you're gonna call me out lovingly in the tags. :P Buuuuuuuut. You know I need a soft confession of love during Valentine's Day for our favorite Head Himbo and his Captain.

Made

I know you drink your coffee black, Fey, but a little sweetness never killed anyone.

Engineer x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 328

You stand on the bridge, gazing out upon the open skies, taking in the stars in the empty room. You hear the door hiss as it opens and closes, sure footsteps of boots against the metal behind you. “Good morning, Marcus.” “Morning, captain.” He places your coffee in front of you on the center console, standing to your right, still remaining slightly behind you. You take a sip, finding it sweeter than you normally drink it. “Marcus, did you swap our coffees again?” “Nope, just made yours a little different today.” You look at Marcus, who has a smug look on his face as he looks out the same window, sipping his own coffee. You look down, sure enough, it is your mug, but it’s still slightly off.

“While I appreciate that, I would really appreciate it in the future if you’d just stick with my usual order if you insist on making it for me. Or I can come make it myself.” “Captain, do you know what day it is?” He’s very rarely one to ignore what you ask him to do, but the irrelevant question caught you off guard. “What does toda-” “Do you know what day it is, captain?” “Should I?” “It certainly would explain why your coffee is sweeter.” You glance down at your central console, looking for the date. Finally, you find it under layers of messages and data, “February 14th, 20XX”.

“Oh-”

“Figured making it with a little bit of love today wouldn’t hurt you~”

Glancing down at your mug, then back up at him, you feel your cheeks heat up as he meets your gaze with another smug look.

“Sweet enough for you, captain~?”

“Pl- mmm- plenty!”

It’s barely made out, but he seems satisfied with your answer.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweet captain~”

Marcus kisses your cheek, walking past you and out of the bridge with a hum and skip in his step. At least red is the color of love.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Free Ride

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: T •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

Free Ride Masterlist

Summary: Your taxi driver is surprisingly familiar.

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A/N: Set in London, Jake is driving a black cab in my mind for some reason.

Warnings: Jake being mistaken for Steven, kisses, awkward silences, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1161

You got into the cab quickly, the cold night air raking its nails over your skin. You pulled your coat a little higher and shivered. 

The bar crawl hadn’t exactly gone to plan. Two of your friends had had to check out early, and a third had hooked up with someone they’d met while getting a round. You’d decided to call it a night.  

“Hi,” you greeted the driver, about to give your address when you pause in surprise. “Steven?” 

Jake freezes, watching your reflection in the rear view mirror. 

“Steven Grant, you, you live on the floor above me.” You smile. “I didn’t realise you drove a cab?” 

He swallows, raising his chin up in a nod, his mind racing. He’d left it far too long to deny it. “I… just, part time.” He spoke quietly, adding a croak to his voice to disguise the difference in accent. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah… cold.” He tapped his throat, “so, erm, home?”

You nod, “yeah. Sorry you’re unwell, hope you feel better soon.”

He shrugged. “It’s nothing.” 

You nod again, something about the energy in the cab seemed… odd. Different. You were on pretty good terms with Steven since he’d helped you out when you were lugging your shelves up the stairs (they were too wide for the lift.) You chatted when you ran into each other going out or coming back. Somehow you both usually ended up going to the local sainsbury’s at the same time for your weekly shop and had kind of settled into a not exactly planned routine where you would wait for each other and do it together. 

Steven talked. A lot. In the best way possible. Excitedly and passionately. Bubbly and enthusiastic. He genuinely listened as well, asking follow up questions and nodding. But even when he was listening, he wasn’t quiet. Always adding in ‘hmms’ and ‘oh right’, and little snippets of commentary that warmed your heart. 

Now he was quiet. Pulled in and zipped up. 

Maybe it was just the cold making his throat hurt. You’d have to get him something to help, maybe tomorrow you could knock on with some ginger, lemon, and honey tea. 

Maybe, maybe, maybe…

You stilt your head to the side as you watch him drive. He takes a turn smoothly, travelling down the late night roads without as much as a pause. Or a word. 

It just didn’t make sense. 

How unlike Steven he was being. You pause, for a second entertaining the idea that he wasn’t actually him. But that made no sense did it? He’d have to be an identical twin, and besides, he was talking you back to your flat. If he wasn't Steven, how would he know where you lived? 

“I didn’t know you could drive?” You say, speaking up a little to try to hide the spike of nervousness that had settled in your gut. You had been so sure that he’d told you he couldn’t… though had that just been an excuse? A reason to tag along with you when you went food shopping? Was his quietness now embarrassment from being caught out? 

“Hmm,” he nodded, glancing back at you again in the rear view mirror. “I don’t mention it… much.” 

You nod. “Yeah.” You pick at your fingernails as he drums his hands against the steering wheel, waiting for the light to change. 

The silence stretches out, almost blanketing the low grumble of the engine. It’s sickening. Nerve wrecking. 

“How’s work?” You blurt out, and then quickly clarify. “Both I mean, how’s driving going today and how’s the museum?” He glances back at you again, the action is starting to remind you of a priest in a confessional. 

“It’s all… normal.”

“Normal?” 

“Fine. Normal.”

You don’t speak again until he pulls up by the block of flats, putting on the handbrake and getting into neutral. He puts his hands on his lap, folded neatly with his palms facing upwards.

“How much do I owe you?” You ask.

“Nothing.” 

“What?” 

“Nothing. It’s on me.” 

“Stev-”

He turns quickly, flicking off his seatbelt in a practised move so that he can twist his body fully around to face you. 

For a moment you think he’s going to say something, reveal some grand secret but instead he pauses before giving you a very weak smile.

“It’s on me.” His voice is quiet, barely there at all. And, for the briefest second you could have sworn that his accent was different. 

“Thank you.” 

He shrugs politely, dismissing it as if it was nothing. 

Before he can turn away you reach out for his shoulder, the action instinctive and leaving you lost for a reason why you did it.  

He glances at your hand for a second before looking back to your face. 

You lean forward. “Thank you.” You repeat softly, and slowly kiss his left cheek, giving him plenty of time to pull away and rebuff you if he wanted to. 

Instead he leans slightly into the touch, swallowing and turning his head towards you. His nose brushes against yours and you think he’s going to turn back to facing the wheel, but instead he presses his lips to yours hesitantly. 

You squeeze his arm, surprised but responsive as you kiss him back. 

He kisses you slowly, but intentionally. Swiping the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip before opening your mouth with his own and licking inside. He groans, low in his chest as the kiss becomes hungrier, boarding on desperation as he presses as close to you as he physically can in his position. 

When suddenly he pulls back, blinking heavily. A mumbled, ‘sorry’, just escaping his lips. 

“It’s okay.” Your voice is quiet too, your mind only just catching up with what happened. 

He turns back, putting his seatbelt on with a click and staring straight ahead. “Have a good night.” 

“I, erm, I’ll see you later.” You mutter as you get out, feeling almost shaky from what just happened. Your thoughts reeling. 

You get up to your flat in a daze. You’d kissed him, well, he’d kissed you. Did that mean anything? Had you done something to chase him off? 

You change into your pyjamas and brush your teeth, staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. 

There’s a soft knock at your front door and you freeze. Wait. 

Maybe it’s a neighbor's door. Maybe it’s noise from another flat.

There’s a knock again, still soft and your phone buzzes. A message from Steven, ‘can we talk?’ 

Fuck. 

You head to the door, checking the peep hole and confirming that yes, it is Steven outside your door. You unlock and open it quickly. 

“Steven, I-”

You don’t get a chance to finish your sentence before he moves forward quickly and kisses you deeply. His hands settle on your hip, the back of your neck as he walks you further inside and kicks the door shut with the heel of his foot. 

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thomas hewitt x gn!reader | nsfw |

rat chat: this was supposed to be cock warming but it just became comfy fucking your big boy after a long day so. yaaaaaaaay!!

it had been a long day for thomas.

he had woken up at the crack of dawn. he had to peel himself out of your arms, trying his best to ignore your soft spoken protests. he would’ve stayed if he could, but he had things to do. luda mae wanted to do some spring cleaning at the gas station, and he couldn’t leave his mama to do it all by herself. he knew you understood. but, the way you whined at him, and momentarily patted around at his side of the bed for his body made him ache a bit.

that was on his mind for the rest of the day. him and luda rode up to the gas station that morning, tommy eating breakfast on the way and staring out across the dried up farmlands. his focus was still on you when they arrived at the small store and began their work. luda washed windows and swept the front area, while tommy gutted the insides and scrubbed shelves and floors. luda mae said that if the place looked prettier, more hospitable, that they’d get more people coming through and stopping by.

tommy didn’t really care about any of that, though. he tried to seem like he was listening to her talk, and usually he would be, but he was so lost in his own head. he wanted to go home to you. it had become the highlight of his day. it made him feel like the men in the sitcoms and soaps his mama watched. they’d come home after a long day, burst through the door, and their sweetheart would be waiting there for them with smiles and kisses. you were his sweetheart now, and every day when he came home, you’d greet him with open arms and some pampering to soothe him after his hard work. it was a good routine you two had made, and he wished he could just fast forward to the end.

still, despite his yearning to just be home, tommy worked hard that day. he made everything spotless, organized the stock with his mama’s help, and even fixed up one of the old freezers in the back. by the time they were driving home, his muscles were sore and he was exhausted. he barely listened to luda talk, just staring out the window again, watching the familiar scenery pass by as they neared home.

when they stopped in front of the house, he waited for a moment for his mama to shut the car off. he was surprised when the engine kept running, and he turned towards her with a confused look.

luda mae gave a light hearted chuckle. “were you not listening, boy? i just told you i was going to tea,” she said, shooing him out of the passenger seat. tommy blinked a few times. he must’ve been more tired than he thought to not catch that. he shrugged it off, getting out and walking up to the door of the house. apart from the tires of the car screeching off, the home was surprisingly quiet. usually there was some uproar inside of the house, but… everything felt empty.

while, to some, that may seem suspicious, it brought an intense amount of excitement to thomas. the house being empty only meant one thing…

he pushed open the door with a creak, the sound acting as an alarm to the only other inhabitant currently there.

you ran down the steps, skipping a few at the end just so you could bolt into your partner’s arms. tommy grunted a bit when your body hit his, and wrapped himself around you as tight as he could. it made his arms sore, and his back felt like a rusty hinge as he bent over to envelope you in his warmth, but none of it mattered. you were with him now.

“i missed you,” you mumbled, the words smudged against his wide chest. he made a small grumbly noise, patting your back and pulling away just enough to see your face. your smile was wide, eyes glowing with something tommy could never quite define. excitement? adoration? joy? he assumed, in the end, that it was something good, and so he didn’t think much more about it. instead he just admired you, running his hands up and down your sides.

“jeez, you look tired,” you commented, brushing some of his hair from his face. he let out a huff through his nose, like a bull, and shrugged his shoulders. he was tired, sure, but he wanted to be with you. “come on, let’s go sit down.”

you took his hand in yours, leading him over to the family room. tommy took his time to glance around the areas of the house he could see. it really did feel empty. there were no creaks of floor boards, thumps of knives against the counter tops or tables, none of the usual mutterings could be heard through the walls…

you could see the way he looked around, scanning the rooms you passed on the way to the couch. “no one is home.” he looked down at you. “that’s what you’re looking around for, right? well, no one is home. luda mae got everyone running errands today since you two were doing all the cleaning. i don’t think they’ll be back for awhile, either. they’re making a trip to the big grocery store up in the next town.”

tommy nodded. he could feel a growing excitement coursing through his veins. he sat down slow on the couch, leaning back and looking up at where you stood in front of him. you placed your hands down on his shoulders, kneading them.

“y’know, you look really tense,” you nearly purred, a hand coming up to cup his cheek. he pushed into the touch instinctually, finding it only made him relax further into the cushions. “i know you’re probably really tired, but… do you maybe wanna play around a bit?”

he tried not to nod too enthusiastically, but it was hard not to feel the surge of electricity that immediately shot through him at the offer. he kept his eyes on your stomach, not wanting to look at you in fear that you’d see how red his face had gotten, or the desperation that had settled into his gaze.

you knew him, though. you could tell by the way his shoulders grew rigid, and his thighs widened to make way for his growing erection, that he liked the idea.

“we’ll start a little slow. i know you’ve had a really long day.” you patted his cheek gently, sinking down to your knees in between his own. he had to look away again, becoming overwhelmed by even the sight of you getting prepared to do something. your fingers easily unzipped his work pants, and you tugged them down his hips. he lifted up his waist so you could pull the pants down to his ankles, letting them stay there while you ran a thumb over the growing bulge in his boxers.

“must’ve been uncomfortable walking around with this all day,” you teased, leaning forward to kiss at the fabric. tommy was embarrassed that you thought he’d been hard all day, but you were right. since that morning when he left you, all he had thought about was coming home and getting even the slightest glimpse of you like this. he wanted it so bad, but he’d never confess it. his wants didn’t matter. if you wanted to sit and kiss over his clothed cock for the rest of time, he’d let you. as long as it made you happy.

your hot breath puffed out against his erection, and he twitched hard within the confines of his briefs. the bit of friction it awarded him made him shudder. his head went back against the couch, his body further melting into the seat as you teased him.

kiss after kiss was planted along his shaft, the feeling soon becoming too little. he pushed his hips up into you, ever-so-gently grazing his cock against your lips. you were getting the hint, and yet you remained steadfast in teasing him, the only upgrade being that you let a thick coat of saliva cover your mouth before kissing his erection again. it made everything feel damp, and made the fabric grip to him. the way his underwear clung to him caused the slightest bit more friction against his sensitive shaft. it was enough to make him whimper quietly behind his mask.

the sound sent a shiver down your spine. he could see the way it shook you, and made you squeeze your thighs together. your face dipped down lower, your cheek now nuzzling against his balls, as you kissed along the base of his dick. his hand went up to your head, cradling it, and yet also guiding it further into his soft skin. you could smell his sweat and musk, and feel the way his cock throbbed against your face. it made you throb in your own pants, your body growing hot with lust. he bucked up into the heat of your mouth, whimpering again.

you giggled at this, patting his thigh and pulling away, opting to kiss his tummy. it made him whine low, squirming against the cushion, and pushing his hips up into your absence.

“calm down, don’t worry… i just want you to take your boxers off. can you do that for me?” you asked, running your fingers up and down his inner leg.

he nodded with enthusiasm now, not thinking about how silly he may look as he rushed to lift himself up and shuffle his briefs down to his ankles with his pants. it made you smile to see him so excited, and even that made tommy’s cock twitch.

“good boy,” you cooed. you focused on his dick for a moment. it stood thick and proud, the way he was leaning making it settle against his tummy. it was already leaking, much to your surprise. you could feel the heat radiating off of it, and when you reached up to wrap a hand around his base, it pulsed in your fingers. he shuddered at the touch, embarrassed he was coming unravelled so quickly. he should’ve been used to this by now, it happened every time you pampered him like this, and yet he still felt bashful.

you hummed softly, leaning forward to press a soft peck to the tip of his cock. you quickly licked the precum it left from your lips, sighing softly. “you always taste so good, tommy.”

even that slight praise made his balls ache. his heart was racing, the exhaustion from the day mixing with his overwhelming need making him feel silly. he felt like the room was swaying, almost dizzy with arousal, but if you had asked if he needed to stop, he would’ve screamed no. he needed more.

you, never one to deny him of his needs, slipped his head into your mouth. the action made him groan, the sound trailing into a low breath. you got to work, rubbing your tongue over his tip while stroking in slow, short bursts along the base of his shaft.

tommy got lost in it all too quickly. he didn’t have the energy to stay coherent. he simply sunk into the pleasure, every once in awhile letting his hips stutter up into your mouth. other than that, he laid relaxed against the couch, rumbling sounds of pleasure emanating from his chest. he was like an old furnace. heat burned off of his body, and there was a roar of a fire in his stomach which caused the rumbling moans to leave his mouth like a chimney. he groaned and whimpered, even occasionally whispering your name.

he could tell you were amused. the way you indulged him showed that. at every sound, you gave him a little more, rewarding him for his good behaviour. you lowered your mouth further onto his cock, your tongue pressing into all those sensitive spots you had mapped out with practice. your hand squeezed around his base, or dipped down to cup his balls and massage them. you drooled onto his dick, using your free hand to spread the slick of your drool over what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

tommy watched you when he could manage to pick his head up. he admired the way you bobbed, putting such care into the way you touched him. all you wanted was his pleasure, and all he wanted was yours. it felt good to feel equal.

it all added to that furnace inside of him. ever movement shovelled coal into the embers, and he soon felt like he was being engulfed by flames. his hips began to buck more and more often, soon just turning into a steady string of thrusts into your mouth. he was careful not to go too deep, not wanting to make you gag. it worried him when it happened. he was big, he might hurt you.

you looked up at him as you removed your hands entirely, allowing him to lazily fuck your face at his own pace. you watched him from your position below him, moaning around his cock so that the vibrations shook him. you could tell it worked, because your own sounds of pleasure would cause his rhythm to become uneven for just a moment, before he’d go back to the task at hand.

he throbbed in your mouth, the precum coating the insides of your cheeks. you tried to swipe your tongue across his head when you could, but found that it was just easier to let him make a mess of your mouth.

soon, you were dripping drool down your chin, lips puffy with abuse. tommy was getting close, your sinful image doing nothing to calm his growing arousal. small waves of pleasure ran through his body, all focusing down on his cock. he would cum soon, you could tell.

you didn’t want that just yet, and so you patted his knee, and popped your mouth off. the gesture made him choke on his own noises, and he sat straight up out of surprise. he looked down at you with worry, but you just shook your head.

“we’re gonna keep going. i just wanna have a little fun too, is all,” you explained, getting up to your feet. he looked you over, focusing on every little movement you made as you slipped yourself out of your own pants. he watched you wiggle them down your hips, turning around, and then sitting down on the edge of his lap. “guide yourself into me,” you instructed, before lifting yourself up.

for a moment, tommy was stunned. he didn’t move. he just stared at the back of your head, blinking through the exhaustion and excitement. you wiggled your butt, as if to remind him of his task. it did, and he quickly gathered his thoughts again. one of his hands went to your waist, gripping it gently, while the other pushed his cock up to align with your entrance. he pulled you down towards him, slowly and steadily guiding the head of his cock into your hole.

once again, the fire roared, and a low moan escaped him. he kept you there for a moment, now holding both of your hips with his hands, letting himself feel the way you squeezed around just the tip. he drowned himself in you. you whined, squirming in place, urging him to give you more, and he obliged. he pulled you down onto him, sinking every inch of his cock deep into you, and letting it disappear inside your tight walls.

he surrounded you. he pulled you back against his chest as far as he could, his strong arms wrapping around your torso and holding you in place. he widened his thighs to allow you a comfortable place to settle, but also to trap you further against his body. this is where you belonged, he thought. he’d never say it, but sometimes he wished he could keep you like this all day. you didn’t need to be anywhere else. this is all either of you needed. he knew it.

tommy leaned his chin down against your shoulder, pressing his cheek into the side of your face. you could hear his hot, panting breaths against your ear, and the way small raspy whimpers slipped their way out underneath them. you weren’t any more put together. his size stretched you open, nearly knocking the air from your lungs. you felt so full, so warm, and couldn’t stop squirming on his lap at an attempt to adjust to his length. with every movement, though, his shaft would brush against that sensitive spot inside of you, only making the pleasurable feeling inescapable.

you both revelled in this moment. the only sounds in the house were your breathing and small moans, and the soft squelching sounds coming from in between your bodies. he couldn’t stop leaking precum, and you had become wet with arousal long ago.

tommy was pulled down to earth when your hand overlapped one of his on your stomach. you patted it gently, leaning your head back against his shoulder. “you always make me feel so good, tommy… i’m so full,” you praised.

he grunted against your skin, pushing his hips up into your own. you could feel his thighs tensing under your weight. he wanted more. he wanted to bounce you up and down on him like some doll, or bend you over the arm rest and ram into you. he wanted to hear you try to praise him while you sobbed in pleasure. you were already shaking in his lap, massaging his cock inside of you. it drove him crazy. if he wasn’t so tired, he would’ve dragged you up the stairs and taken you with reckless abandon.

in that moment, he only had the energy to grind lazily into you. despite it not being much, it drove you both crazy. your hips rolled back to meet his own. it drilled him deep inside you every time, and pushed his head right up against your g-spot with ease.

his hands pushed up your shirt, gathering the flesh of your chest in his grasp and squeezing. the feeling made you gasp, arching slightly up into his rougher touch. he kneaded the skin, palms rubbing over your nipples. he swallowed up every little sound of pleasure you made, drinking it all in.

“tommy, baby, please… please fuck me… fuck me properly,” you begged.

thomas nodded, leaning back against the couch and grabbing your thighs. he pushed them up, holding them apart before beginning to shallowly thrust into you. it might not have been much, but it made you both melt. the way he moved you, guiding your hips into a swivel and driving you down onto him, made you both go crazy. with every wet slap of his cock into your hole, he whimpered or groaned, keeping a steady pace. he made sure your legs stayed open so he could get as deep as he needed to.

for once, tommy was able to somewhat keep it together. he was so focused on hammering into you that he seemed almost mechanical. meanwhile, you were coming apart on top of him, trying your best to hold on while he slammed into your spot with every harsh thrust. you were sobbing, gripping onto his arms to keep yourself grounded. tommy had gotten lost in his own needs, simply focusing on the ramming of your g-spot and the squeezing around his cock.

he only snapped out of it when you began squirming hard against his lap, your sounds getting louder and more strained. he nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your scent and watching you get close to your climax.

“you’re such a good boy… so good… you’re gonna make me cum. please cum too, fill me up. i need it so bad, please, please…” you whimpered. you didn’t have to tell him twice. he sped up his hips, chasing after not only your orgasm, but his own.

you came first, though. you squeezed hard around him, letting out a small yelp before beginning to tremble against his body. your thighs shook as you made a mess of yourself, coming hard and desperate on his lap. tommy was quick to follow. the way you milked him made it hard for him not to. he buried himself deep inside with one last thrust, making sure that nothing would spill when he finally shot his load. it flooded into you, his cum filling your hole with a warm, sticky feeling. he cried out when his climax hit, his arms dropping your legs, only to squeeze you hard and rock you against him. you both rode out your orgasms slow.

you stilled after a minute, resting back against tommy’s large body, breathing heavy. tommy could tell you both felt the same now; spent and ready for the day to be done. for a moment, all was silent, peaceful even.

then the door to the house opened.

thomas recognized the creaking sound of the front door, and immediately panicked. he grabbed a nearby blanket, throwing it over both of your lower halves, and quickly switching the tv on. he held you close, and you shushed him quietly. he hoped no one would notice he was still balls deep inside of you, twitching with every little after-orgasm-spasm you had.

“tommy? you here? I’m back from tea!” luda mae called, wandering into the living room. she glanced over you both, and you felt lucky that she was partially blind and had a tendency to keep her glasses dirty. “oh, there you are. and your little sweetheart is here too, it’s good to see you.”

she smiled gently at you, and you nodded and returned the gesture. she glanced over you both, raising an eyebrow. “i don’t usually see you two so snuggled up,” she commented, crossing her arms. then she laughed, “i can see why, though. tommy, your face is as red as a tomato! and just from some cuddle time! you two are so cute,” she laughed, waving you two off. “I’m gonna go start on dinner. y’all should get cleaned up, it’ll be ready quickly. I’m surprised you haven’t taken a shower yet, you did a lot of work today.”

she walked off without even a second glance, leaving you both to let out the breaths you had been holding. you wiggled in his lap, forcing a grunt from his mouth. it made you giggle with amusement.

“good idea with the blanket, i don’t think she suspected anythin’,” you said, patting one of thomas’ legs comfortingly. “keep it there while i pull my pants up…” you added in a whisper, beginning to shuffle so that you could lift yourself off of him. he whined low, pulling you back down against his lap. you felt your face go red, now matching his. “we can’t stay like this.”

“five more minutes…” he muttered in his low, raspy, often unused voice. it made you shudder, and you glanced quick towards the kitchen doorway. luda mae didn’t look like she was coming back, so…

“fine. but then we take a shower like she said, and i get to wash your hair. deal?”

thomas nodded. he got comfortable, nearly purring against you as he settled his chin against your shoulder. within a few seconds, he had managed to fall asleep. this would make things harder, but you couldn’t help but let him rest. he deserved it.

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I hate you

enemy TCW!anakin x gn!reader

synopsis: you and anakin hate each other with a passion

wc: 1.5k

cw: fluff, angst, kissing, making-out

Slamming the door behind you, you storm down the halls of the jedi temple, hell-bent on getting your way. You weren’t going on a mission with him. Reaching the doors that lead to the council chambers you open them with more strength than you intended. The sound causes the heads of the council to turn towards you. 

“I’m not going” you state rather than ask. “Anyone else, but not him.” You can feel the gaze of the other Jedi on your face. You sense they knew you were coming, probably through the sheer amount of emotion radiating off you. Obi Wan speaks before any of the other members have the chance to. 

“The council decided that you both could use this mission to sort out your uh-differences” Obi Wan speaks with a calm tone. If he picks up on your disapproval he doesn’t say so. You cross your arms over your Jedi robes unamused. “I won’t do it.”

“You have no choice, we have no choice, you too are the only ones available” He speaks your name softly. “I’m sorry we have to do this, but we need two people to complete this mission, and you both have the skills required.” You go to speak but are cut off quickly by the older Jedi. “It's final.”

You find yourself in a small ship somewhere in the outer rim brooding in the corner when he first speaks to you. “If you stopped sulking you would notice that we are about to land.” Anakin Skywalker speaks in a tone that is meant to incite a reaction from you. But you don’t give in to the novelty, instead you opt to ignore him completely.

You can feel him roll his eyes at your ignorance before moving to go pilot the ship to the surface of the desert planet you had been sent too. According to the Jedi Council, a smuggler had found something that was of interest to the Separatists. So here you were, on a remote planet with the one person you did not get along with. 

Twenty minutes later Anakin had landed the ship close to the coordinates the Jedi had given to R2, and you were standing by the door to the ship. Pulling your cloak over your head, you step out onto the white sand covering the landscape. Wind whips at the ground, causing sand to fly like bullets through the warm air. 

You cover your eyes with your arm as you notice Anakin make the descent down the steps. You can hear him grumbling to R2 about how much he hates sand. Something to do with where he came from, you supposed. 

You walked the short distance to the meeting spot. Which was a small oasis, surrounded by a few palm trees and shrubbery. After a few moments of waiting, your head turns towards the sound of a vehicle, and sure enough you see some sort of floating buggy moving towards you and Anakin. 

Once it reaches you, a creature that is unknown to you gets out and passes you a small silver box, which you take as Anakin hands it the payment. 

You turn the box in your hand, observing the intricate patterns etched into it. What in Kriffs name were they wanting this for? You tuck the object into your pocket as Anakin bids farewell to the trader, the cloud of sand from the buggy’s engine blows towards the ground as it zooms off. 

Your eyes briefly meet Anakins, but you both rip them away quickly, turning on your heel to march back to the ship. The other Jedi follows behind you at a distance, talking to his droid quietly. Throwing open the metal door you climb inside the ship, sitting back down in the corner. You don’t see why the council sent both of you on this mission. It clearly didn’t require any skills. 

Anakin enters the ship, scowling at you. R2 follows him before rolling off to charge and clean the sand from his joints. Anakin sits down in the opposite corner from you, folding his arms. You don’t look at him, instead observing each individual nail on your hand. 

“Are we leaving or are you just going to stare at me?” you speak after a few minutes of silence as well as Anakin's piercing gaze. “We are going to talk” he says with a hint of annoyance. You don’t even bother to look up. “The council obviously wants us to come to some sort of agreement over what is going on here.” 

“What’s going on here? What’s going on here is that you are so self centered that you can’t see that everyone maybe doesn’t like you” You spit at him, to which he responds with a huff. “And maybe if you stopped and looked around for a second you would see that you don’t think before you act. And the rest of us have to clean up your mistakes” You continue with a raised voice. 

He doesn’t reply to your words at first, but eventually he returns the peasantry with the same attitude. “Well, maybe if you acted less like a brat all the time, I would be able to stand you. You walk around like you can just get what you want all the time. And you do. All the time.” You try to get a word in but are cut off. “No, I don’t want to hear it, just because you can’t deal with not getting your way doesn’t mean you have to treat me like shit all the time.” 

You stand up, causing the crate you were sitting on to slide backwards. “Oh and you don’t always get your way too, Mr. Chosen one. Haven’t you noticed that the council gives you what you want, even if you aren’t the right person for the job.” Your words spill out of your mouth at a pace you didn’t think was possible.

He stands up as well, pointing an accusing finger at you. “Like you didn’t go complain to the council about this very assignment. You thought you could waltz in there and get out of it. I didn’t want to do this but you didn’t see me throwing a tantrum and going to the council.” Anakin rebuts, his voice now yelling at you. His brows are furrowed as he shouts.

You try to think of what to say but nothing comes to you. Instead you stand there only an arms length away from him, anger radiating off of you. “I hate you” is all you can manage. It's immature but it's the only way that you can express how you feel about him. 

You think Anakin is about to continue his verbal attack on you but instead you are caught off guard by him roughly pushing you against the metal wall of the ship. And before you can process his actions, his mouth is on yours.

You go completely still before reacting to his lips connecting to yours. Instead of doing the sensible thing of pushing him away and yelling at him more, your lips move with the kiss until it is a messy clash of teeth and tongues. Anakin’s arms cage you in as your mouths move in sync. You know you shouldn’t do this because of the Jedi code but his lips feel perfect against yours, and as much as you hate it, you are enjoying this.

Anakin pulls away to breathe, “This means nothing” he says breathlessly before reconnecting your lips. You kiss him back harshly before pulling away, “You make me sick” you say before kissing him again. The cycle of taking turns in between making out to insult each other goes on for what feels like forever. Slowly both of your tones go from speaking to whispering and mumbling into each other's lips. “I still hate you” you say against Anakin’s soft lips. He returns the favour “I still hate you too”. You both join your lips together again, his hands now roaming and coming to rest on your hips, pulling you against him. You can feel his tongue in your mouth and the air coming out of his nose on your face. 

Your own hands grab onto his cloak, still covered in a fine layer of sand, needing to hold onto something, or in this case someone. But this particular someone was your sworn enemy. You would never have thought you would be in a situation like this. Directly going against the Jedi code, especially because of Anakin, was a far off idea, that you would have called crazy if you had suggested it to past you. But surprisingly you don’t hate it. His warm body pressing against yours was nothing like you have felt before, and you didn’t want it to end.

No matter which way you looked at it. You could feel yourself becoming addicted to Anakin Skywalker's touch at this moment. Fuck. You pull away, finally coming to your senses. “We shouldn’t have done that.” you state clear as day. His arms don’t leave their new home, instead they grip you tighter as his face comes towards you again. “And you hate that you liked it.” he says with a sly grin. Instead of arguing you can’t resist attaching yourself to him again. 

You can feel him against you, and his saliva in your mouth, tainting your morals. And you hate to admit it, but you don’t want this to end. You want him all to yourself.

Taglist: @heartsforanakin @qvnthesia

I don't like this that much and I didn't know what to do for an ending but here you go <3 Also if people are interested in a taglist lmk!

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'how you doing pretty girl?' you whispered and gripped dean's chin, tipping his head up so he met your eyes. normally bright green, they were currently nearly glazed over and half lidded with pleasure. he was taking it like a champ: the slide of your dick between his thighs, fucking those muscular legs like they were the pretty little pussy you knew he wished he had.

his response was a near unintelligible moan, impossible to make out any words as he let more drool dribble down his chin. you pressed the heel of your palm into his dick and bit your smile into the smooth flesh of his shoulder at the high keening sound he let out at the feeling. his hips pressed hard up, back arching. you groaned and fucked into that lube slick space harder and faster, hand crushed between you, 'you like it when I play with your clit, babygirl? like when I make you get leaky and wet for me? it doesn't take much...'

dean's head lolled back, hitting the mirror above the sink he was propped on, and if he wasn't already garbling out a cry as his cock spurt more precum over your fingers, you would wince at the bang.

his fingers tightened and dug hard into the muscle of your shoulders, his legs clenched together like the good girl dean was clearly trying so hard to be, and you kissed him sweetly. your mouth caressed his for a moment before dragging through his drool to murmur in his ear, unsure if his fucked-dumb brain would even understand, 'cum for me then slut, like the desperate bitch you are.'

clearly, he did understand because his back arched again, and he rut his leaking pole against your hand like a puppy in rut. his mewls of pleasure had turned to sobs some time ago, but now they were nearly howls. his whole body tensed up all over and then he was gone, limp and loose as he spilled cum — thick and white — between you.

all the tension that had been building, and all the desperation that had built up in dean's body had left, but the hazey look didn't fade as a clumsy, dick drunk hand fumbled to smear over his stomach and reach between his own legs to fist your cock.

'so wet for you, jesus, so-' his voice trailed briefly into nothing but airy keening- 'fucking me so good.'