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The Farm

Summary: You hired him to help you out on your farm. You get more than you bargained for.

Pairing: Rebels!Rex x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, p in v sex, unprotected sex, fingering, age difference, language, Rex is a bit of a perv, fucking in a barn

A/N: I have no excuse. This was very different when I started writing it and this is where I ended up. Kinda hate the ending, but here you go. Enjoy your old man Rex filth.

MASTERLIST

You shouldn’t be doing this. 

Morally, it was questionable at best, allowing yourself to be in such a compromising position with a man older than your father. Well, a man that looks older than your father. A man that you had taken on as a helper on your bantha farm, a man that had been sleeping in your house and eating your food and milking your banthas for the last few months. 

Allowing yourself to be pressed up against the wall in your barn with his lips on your neck and his hand down your pants probably was not the best idea. 

You can’t help it though. The way his thick fingers curl inside you, the scratch of his beard across the sensitive skin of your neck. The way he’d looked earlier, skin glistening in the sun, shirt stretched across muscle as he’d milked one of your banthas. Milking banthas wasn’t exactly the most glorious of tasks, yet he managed to make it look good. 

You’d met him on his first day visiting your humble little town. He’d spotted you unloading crates of milk for one of the cantinas and had offered to help. He’d hefted the crates from your hoversled with grace and ease you still couldn’t manage after years of working on a farm. You’d offered him part of your meager earnings, that cantina owner had a habit of underpaying his employees and suppliers and overcharging customers, but he had politely declined. So you’d offered to buy him a drink instead. 

You’d talked for a while, learning a little about him, though he was guarded and only told you a few things. His name is Rex and he was relocating after the fall of the Empire. You had admitted to needing help on your farm and your little arrangement had been born. Though you couldn’t offer much in terms of payment, you could offer him a bed, a roof over his head, three meals a day, and as much blue milk as he could stand to drink. 

He was a hard worker, and had jumped in immediately. He woke early, and wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. He took to bantha farming quickly, and the banthas grew to like him just as fast. Milking, brushing, cleaning, feeding, he did all of it. He helped with deliveries, doing the heavy lifting. He even fixed some things around the house and often stayed up late cleaning. You were surprised, expecting the bare minimum, but instead he left you with almost nothing to do sometimes. 

You knew next to nothing about him still, but you didn’t really care. 

Especially not when his palm drags across your clit. 

Your hips jerk against his hand, your own hand which was palming him through his pants tightens just slightly around the large bulge. “Rex!” 

He groans into your neck, sucking a mark below your ear. “Say it again.” 

“Rex!” You gasp, thighs squeezing around the hand between them. 

“You gonna cum?” He growls, pulling from your neck to stare at your face. 

You nod, lips parted as you moan. You’re close, so close. He pulls his fingers from your pussy, pulling his hand from your pants. You let out a whine in protest, thighs pressing together to try and keep any friction you can going. 

“Turn around.” He says, his voice deep and rough. 

You do as he says, pressing your hands against the wall. 

He grips your pants, tugging them down your legs. “It’s been too long.” His hands smooth over your ass. “Far too long.” He grips your hips, tugging you backwards a couple steps so you're bent forward against the wall. “You ever done this before?” He asks, his clothes rustling as he frees himself from his pants. 

“Once.” You say, shifting your weight impatiently. “You know the neighbors to the south?”

“Yeah?” He grunts in response. 

“Their son and I went to school together. We fucked in their barn during our graduation party.” You groan as you feel the head of his cock slip through your folds. “Haven’t seen each other since.” 

His hand runs up your spine, closing around the back of your neck. “Naughty little thing.” 

You turn your head slightly, looking at him through your peripheral. “You have no idea.” 

He smirks, tightening his grip around your neck before pressing into you. You moan, pressing your hands harder against the wall as he fills you.

“So kriffing tight.” He groans, free hand gripping your hip tight enough to bruise as he slowly works his way into you. 

Your legs are shaking by the time he’s pressed flush against your ass, your chest heaving as you try and relax around his thick cock. His thumb gently rubs the side of your neck, trying to help you relax. 

“Relax for me.” He says, rubbing your side with his other hand. 

“So big.” You whine, shifting your weight on your feet. It moves him inside you, your walls clamping down around him. 

He lets out a groan, hand squeezing your hip once more. “Do that again, I might cum just like this.” 

You smirk, squeezing around him once more. 

He lets out a warning growl, the sound of his hand striking your ass loud in the quiet of the barn. “Naughty little thing.” 

You push yourself up slightly, turning to look at him again. “You gonna fuck me or what, old man?” 

He gets a dangerous glint in his eyes, the hand around your neck forcing you down until your back is flat. “You’re playing with fire, now.” He pulls his hips back until his cock is almost completely out of you before slamming his hips forward. 

The movement jolts your body, making you gasp as he reaches a place inside you, you didn’t think was possible. You breathe out a curse, trying to press back against him, but he repeats the movement, forcing you forward once more. 

“Old man.” He scoffs, hand tightening around your hip before he picks up the pace. 

He fucks into you hard and fast, the sound of skin hitting skin loud in the quiet barn. Almost as loud as your moans as he brings you closer and closer to the edge with every snap of his hips. Your fingers press into the wood of the wall, digging for purchase as he relentlessly fucks you, not even slowing as your first orgasm rips through you. 

You cry out his name as you spasm around him, walls squeezing him as he continues to thrust in and out of you. He grunts and curses behind you, but his pace never slows, never tires. 

“Can you give me another one?” He groans, slipping his hand to your stomach, then down to your clit. “Come on, just one more.” 

Your legs are shaking, threatening to give out as he shifts his hips just slightly, the head of his cock dragging across that spot inside you over and over with each thrust. 

The stimulation on your clit and the drag of his cock along your walls is too much, your back arching as you cum around him for a second time. 

He continues thrusting a couple more times, moving his hands as he pulls out of you. He groans, jerking his cock a couple times before he paints your ass with his cum. 

You both stay there for a few moments, trying to catch your breath. You try to will your body to move, your muscles like jelly after two orgasms. You’ve never experienced anything like that before at the hands of someone else. 

You breathe out a curse, managing to push yourself up to stand. You pull your pants back up, planning to head to the fresher as soon as your legs start to work again. You turn to look at Rex, brushing damp strands of hair from your face. “I think I just found another job for you to do.” 

He smirks, smacking your ass as you move past him. “Gladly.” 

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Hypocrite

Arkham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 1.4k @that3nbytrash this is a precious idea, i'm sorry this was so nice and caring and then turned into feral rutting but this is who i am and i won't be changing and you said it was ok so i did it 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: language, confident eddie WHAT, but yeah there's sex, real sloppy stuff oops

You were focused on your work. Always focused. To the point where it was often easy to forget where you were, in shock when you finally looked up and remember that you were assisting your inspiration, your hero, or anti-hero, The Riddler.

It had taken a lot out of you to keep your excitement under control when you were offered the job by Edward Nigma. He was a lone-wolf more often than not, choosing to avoid associating with those not on his level of intelligence. Which to him, was everyone. But he’d chosen you, allowed you, to help him with a job that was time-sensitive. And then he’d kept you working ever since. It definitely helped your case for being blessed with the gift of being in his presence that you spent your days idolising him, worshipping him and praising him. It was obvious that was what he craved, and you were more than happy to indulge.

He often quipped that you were ‘easy to keep around’. You required little instruction, no need to check up on you, and you were the kind of person to get so focused on a task that you could carry on with it until completion, working in silence and forgoing normal breaks that some more pathetic or unionised workers might require. He never said it, but you knew he liked you. You were just like him. And there was no one he liked better than himself.

“How is it going up th-th-there, my little human helper h-h-helper? Getting a-all of your work work done d-d-done?”

The tinny speaker echoed around the room. You shouted back to it, sure the microphones in the walls would pick you up.

“Affirmative, Eddie. Now leave me alone so I can get back to work!”

“W-well well, isn’t someone a little li-little tetchy. Have you eaten e-e-eaten today?”

You tried to think back over the day so far. It would be helpful if you even knew what time it was. Glancing down at your watch, a gift from Eddie, actually, you noticed it was well into the evening, closing in to 10pm.

“Uh…not yet.”

Nothing. Silence from the speaker. It was doubtful he had eaten either. You were both as bad as each other. Neither of you were any good at being a functioning human being, both engrossed entirely in the work, you trying to balance that with a burgeoning crush on your boss. If they made crummy posters of villains, you were exactly the person who would have had Edward Nigma’s face all over your wall. Which you did, but it was photos you printed out from the tabloids, never good quality, all embarrassingly faded around the mouth where you’d kissed them goodnight. Throwing yourself into your work was the best way to curb your feelings for Edward, and to force down the excitement he found so irritating.

“You.”

You had been so busy in thought you hadn’t heard him coming up the corridor, or entering the room, or stepping up directly behind you before he spoke. Jumping from your seat, spinning around with a screwdriver in your hand, waving it at Eddie in terror, worried he was someone breaking in. He stared at it, looking back at you and raising his eyebrows, questioning your weapon of choice, ‘really?’.

“You haven’t eaten today?”

“Have you?”

Annoyed instantly at your perceived insubordination, the fact that you had dared question him, he furrowed his eyebrows, mouth curling into a frown.

“That’s not the point.”

“Isn’t it? How am I supposed to get work done if I have to take breaks. You don’t take breaks.”

“You shouldn’t follow me as an example.”

“Aren’t you exactly who I should aspire to be?”

“Oh, my sweet. I am, but you could never be me. Remember that.”

He offered a wry smile, what you had come to accept as his way of reassuring you that while his insults, his narcissism were important to his ‘brand’, that you were only on the receiving end as a way of showing he cared. That was entirely self-serving bullshit though. You still weren’t sure if Eddie even tolerated having you around. But you could hope.

“Have you been sleeping?”

“Have y-”

“We could do that back and forth all day, if you don’t mind it’s beginning to grate. Just answer the question.”

“No. I haven’t.”

“Disappointing.”

You stayed quiet, hurt by his words.

“You cannot expect to serve me to your full potential as I expect if you’re not well rested and energised.”

“I ignore a lot of needs in order to serve you as well as I do, Eddie.”

“Oh, like what?”

He was sneering, as though he knew what you meant. As though from the moment the words left your mouth, the lack of intimacy, romance or lustful, that it was at the front of your mind a lot, like he could see it in your eyes. The desperation. The hunger.

“Nothing.”

“Lies.”

You blushed as he smirked, letting out a soft chuckle.

“What, possibly, could you be giving up being locked up in here all day? I provide food, I provide shelter. What more could someone want?”

“Eddie…”

“Mr Nigma.”

You sighed, walking away from him to get back to work, listening to him take a deep breath in, tutting before he spoke again.

“You know, it’s not much of a riddle if I know what’s on your mind. I find you to be an easy puzzle to solve.”

As you turned to question him what the fuck is that supposed to mean? you were met with his body, closer than expected, arms around you to pull you back into him as you took a step back out of instinct. His nose, pointed into your cheek as his lips founds yours in a crushing embrace. With his hands, un-gloved, nimble fingers and calloused palms, fingernails scratching, he gripped at your back and hip, holding you close, making sure you couldn’t leave before he was done with you. And you had no intentions of stopping whatever was happening.

Pulling his mouth from yours, saliva stretching across the distance before falling to his chin, evidence of his passion, the interest this held for him, he took your hands in his and placed them on his chest, pupils blow wide as you let them trail down, tugging at the low collar, fingers grazing over his chest hair, curling under the hem of the vest and teasing it up.

Trying to regain control, he gripped the hair at the back of your head, tugging it back, sinking his teeth into your exposed neck, moaning against you as he nibbled his way down, letting his tongue flick out, soothing the skin he had just nipped at. Frenzied hands began moving over your body once again, his own body stepping up to you, forcing you back and into the wall where you let yourself wrap around him, a soft, pleasured sound muffled on his cheek.

In a smooth motion, so quick and practised you were almost unaware of it, Ed had your pants and underwear lowered, hands around you, soft pressure against the sensitive skin before falling to his knees, thudding hard on the ground with a groan, muffled almost instantly as he pressed his mouth to you, tasting you, devouring you. Tongue exploring every soft and tender bit of skin he could reach, explicit growls emanating from his soaked lips, one hand cupped around your ass, nails leaving tiny scratches against the cheek while his other was gripping around his length above his pants.

You were desperate for him, warm, sweating in anticipation of getting to release your pent-up arousal as he mouthed at you, tongue pulling your orgasm from you. And as you reached the edge, Ed staring up at you from behind his glasses, mouth wide open and tongue waiting, there was a sharp buzzing noise.

The door.

Ed stood up abruptly, lifting his vest and wiping at his face before turning away. Confused and frustrated, you made an attempt to get your weak legs to follow him.

“Ed…what are you…”

“I ordered food. You haven’t eaten.” He winked and left you leaning against the wall, starving.

[atinystar]

NEW CHARACTER FILE! [MULTI-SHIP]

Face-Claim: Choi San

Biography:

From the outside, Hwan just seems like a good kid: Simple family, used to sing on the churches' choir and went every Sunday as well to listen to the priest and pray with his grandparents, can act cute and innocent, but oh -- When some say that the most quite and cute looking can be the worse, it isn’t a lie.

Okay -- Maybe it isn’t his fault only. He did get with the wrong crowd since his teens and they sort of offered him an job position and today he kills people as a job. He does other jobs as a disguise to hide, as working for a kids toy store, on a coffee shop as a mascot, being a helper by a florist or even cleaning streets if he needs, but all with the intent to get information on his targets, get closet to them, until the moment he can snap their necks quietly or more easily fit a bullet in their heads.

With the same face he greets people in these jobs and shows he didn’t do anything, to slide himself out of trouble, he is able to tease and murder without much pity. He might seem like a good guy, but he isn’t to be trusted. He is one to do whatever it takes to accomplish his missions and for that and his dark fashion, he deserved him nickname.

Personality:

First, he was a fool to hang out with the wrong crowd that took everything in his name when he was a kid and didn’t know better, including his grandparents house, which he regrets to this day. He felt stupid for falling for a scam like that, for believing they would help him, but he did had in his plans to get the house back.  But then, while falling further into their influence and when told he had a way to get it all back and much more, he became as bad as him. He still treats his family well, can be sensitive, a caring person and even likes to make new friends and take good care of them, but he isn’t an angel either. He likes to play around with girls, he is a tease, is good at lying and even if shameful of it,  he does take pleasure in taking people out, mainly if those certain people were the type that abuse their power and step on others.

Basics:

Full name: Lee A Hwan

Nicknames: Hwan (for those that personally know him) /Black cat

Age: 23

Birth date: April 4th

Gender: Male

Sexual orientation: Straight

His verses: All Single

Spoken languages: Korean and some English

Appearance:

Eye color: Light Brown

Hair color: Black

Height: 1,76 cm

Body build: Average and slim

Tattoos & piercings: None

Notable physical traits: none

Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:  Flowers and frankly he wouldn’t mind someday opening up a flower shop for real, beanies, comfortably knit sweaters, coloring books, candy, good food, to read although he’s a slow reader, to make people smile, animals mainly cats, the sound of rain falling or birds chirping, head shots, perky asses mainly if on tight skirts or mini skirts, black clothes, to be called sexy

Dislikes: Loud noises mainly people screaming because one shouldn’t need to shout so much to die, sudden movements, to have his arm cramp up when trying to aim

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