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heesbaby · 6 months
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Jake doing the knee thing 😝😝😝
finally getting round to this,,,,,,,,, the inspo hit all of a sudden! hope this is ok ^^ it's just a lil short one
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his lips were all over you, kissing over your neck and chest as he pulled at the fabric of your shirt to try and expose more skin for him to smother.
"jake," you whined, pulling his head back up to yours. "kiss me properly."
"I am kissing you baby," you felt him smile against your skin as he ducked down to your neck again. "what else do you want?"
you huffed out in frustration because he wasn't listening to you, his knee was pressed to the mattress between your legs as he held himself above you.
"you're fucking not," you tugged his hair hard until he was level with you, a pout on your lips. "stop teasing and kiss me or I'll go find someone else to do it."
jake smiled and raised an eyebrow at you, "oh will you? who's going to kiss you like this?" his lips found your's tongue pushing through into your mouth to tangle with your own. "who's going to kiss you like this baby? tell me." he groaned against your mouth as you numbly kissed against him, spit drooling down the corners of your lips.
he pushed his knee further against you until the denim fabric of his jeans was pressed against your core, the slight friction ripping a surprised moan from your throat.
jake pulled back at that noise, eyes wide and wild until he noticed the reason, a knowing smile on his lips as he shifted his knee against you again, shaky breaths falling from your lips.
"you like that?" he gripped your hip with one hand, helping you to grind yourself against him in small circular movements, "tell me baby, use your words."
"so good jake," you threw your head back, not wanting to look at him and see the cocky smirk that you knew was on his face. "fuck, kiss me please."
he leant forward, keeping one hand on your hips to set a slow grinding pace against his knee as he brought his lips back to yours, "anything for you."
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peachdues · 5 months
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After care prompts -12 with rengoku
Like I feel like he would be just so gentle and sweet but when he gets carried away… you’re definitely not going to be able to walk the next day 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️
Prompt: "I'm sorry if I got carried away."
A/N. MDNI. Explicit. Not proof read at all lmao.
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Panting hard, Kyojuro slowly peeled himself away from where he’d been pressed flush against your back, pushing himself to his knees as he slowly slid his softening cock out of your leaking, slightly sore cunt.
You winced at the loss of his warmth, that stinging cold which always followed him pulling out and away making you flinch against the bed. A thin stream of his seed slowly trickled out behind his cock, staining the blankets below you.
Any lingering discomfort was chased away as Kyojuro’s strong, warm hands positioned themselves gently at your hips and eased you flat against your bed. His fingers then slid behind your knee, gingerly straightening your leg back out from where he’d bent it up near your hip so that you could take more of him as he’d ruthlessly pounded into you from behind.
“Are you alright, my flame?” Kyojuro’s voice was rough but quiet, his fingers gentle as he trailed them up your spine to where your hair had fallen in front of your face, delicately brushing the strands back. “I’m sorry if I got carried away.”
The Flame Pillar had been in a stormy mood upon his arrival to your small cottage. You’d suspected he would visit soon, given the way his crow had landed in your small garden earlier that afternoon, his eyes wide and expectant.
You’d intended on waiting up for him, but the hour had grown late, and you’d accidentally fallen asleep in your bed. You’d been awoken by a sharp grumble of thunder as a late-night storm rolled in, jolting awake in your bed right as a bolt of lightning flashed outside.
You had been trying to quell the pounding of your startled heart when a soft knock had sounded at your door. The moment you’d wrenched the front door open to see your beloved Flame Pillar, standing there in the rain, you’d known what he needed.
Kyojuro was normally so jovial, always sweeping you up in his arms, peppering your face with his loving kisses as he asked after your welfare, all while carrying you back to your small bedroom so he could undress you before spreading you out across your blankets and tenderly having his way with you.
But tonight, he’d shown up with dark clouds in his eyes, much darker than which had brought forth the storm raging outside, his face uncharacteristically stoic as he informed you there had been loss of life on his mission that he’d been unable to prevent.
He was angry. Angry at himself; angry at the demons he fought.
He’d stepped past the threshold of your home, asking you only once if you were prepared to handle him for the night. His voice had been gruff, but the hardness in his eyes had softened for a moment, and you’d known that had you said no, he would’ve simply left, or slept slumped against your wall.
Instead, you’d only taken one step back from him to unfasten the belt of your sleeping kimono from around your waist, letting the material fall open to reveal your nude body before it dropped to the floor in a puddle.
At the first sight of your bare skin, Kyojuro had pounced; one hand had firmly gripped your jaw while the other tangled in your hair, wrenching your head back slightly to meet his ferocious, hungry lips as he kissed you with the fervor of a starving man.
It did not take long for Kyojuro to strip himself of his uniform; before long, he’d had you straddling his lap, hands braced on either side of your waist as he impaled you over and over upon his cock, jerking you up and down his length so fast, you gave up trying to match his pace.
Just before you felt yourself about to cum, Kyojuro’s hands dropped from their grip on your sides, resting instead on the curve of your ass before giving you a firm slap against your rear.
“Ride me,” he’d ground out through clenched teeth.
There was a second sting against your backside as Kyojuro slapped your cheek again to get you moving. For what felt like an eternity you rode him, pushing and grinding and dropping your cunt down on his length at a steady rhythm until your thighs quivered with the effort. Only when it felt like your legs were about to give out entirely, only when you whined his name so desperate and needy, did Kyojuro move.
He’d spent the rest of the night with you on your hands and knees, railing into you from behind with a ferocity that left you choking for breath. Over and over, Kyojuro rammed his hard, demanding length into your dripping cunt, the room filling with sounds of your cries and the squelching of your cunt with every fierce thrust of his hips. When your thighs began to shake once more, and you’d fallen forward against the bed from the force with which he fucked you, Kyojuro hadn’t relented. Instead, he’d only pushed one of your legs further up, bringing your knee level with your hips, and pressed his chest flush against your back as he chased his release.
He kept one hand on your bent leg, pinning it in place, and only moved the other from its bruising grip on your bicep to shove it between your legs, his rough thumb pressing harshly down on your clit until you came hard enough to see stars, your subsequent cry of pleasure loud enough to rattle the windows.
Kyojuro’s own release followed not long after that, though he’d fucked you right through it, until his seed was spilling over where the two of you were connected as he tried to fuck more into you.
But now, the Flame Pillar had exhausted all his aggression — and it seemed that he’d only just realized how pent up and frustrated he had been.
His steel-like arms slid under you, lifting you from the mattress to cradle you bridal-style against his chest. “Let me take care of you now, my flame.” He whispered, his lips grazing the sweaty expanse of your forehead. “Allow me to run you a bath.”
You nodded sleepily, turning your face to press your nose against his skin, inhaling deeply. “I’m glad you made it back,” you murmured between lazy kisses against his skin. “Stay here tonight.”
He usually did, but you always asked — just in case he didn’t know how much you wanted him beside you.
Kyojuro smiled softly, arms tightening around you in gratitude.
“I will, my love.”
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cumulo-stratus · 2 months
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hi sweet max!
I’m here to drop in a request for Aaron x bau!reader, where reader’s just noticing all the little things Aaron does for them in their day to make it better and easier and how THOUGHTFUL HE IS, like maybe he buys their favourite drinks to stock the fridge on the jet and in the office, making sure that their keyboard at their desk is always charged bc he’s there so late at night and he knows they’d forget. maybe he picks them up in the mornings to make sure they get to work on time. Just him trying his hardest to help them out in teeny tiny ways that make a big difference? sorry if this is long or boring I can try something else but yeah! He’s just so cute and thoughtful. Also masc or gn reader is fine, whichever you prefer!! <3
The Little Things
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Request- yes/no
Pairing- Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Summary- you notice all the little things Aaron does for you everyday (could be read as romantic or platonic)
warnings- like one use of y/n, fear of flying, mentions of eating/not eating
A/N- Rooommmee!!!! Thank you for this absolutely lovely request, I hade SO much fun writing this, and I may have gotten a little bit carried away😅! But anyways he would SO do that- he's a gentleman fs!! Love u Rome 🫶🫶
wc- 2k
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Despite the bright, morning light shining through the large rectangular windows, you still yawned for what must’ve been the fifth time in just as many minutes. In your defense the team had wrapped up a case pretty late the night before. Which meant by the time you were in bed and asleep, it was only a couple hours until your alarm went off to go back to work again the next morning. 
Spencer had arrived around the same time as you—you both took public transit to work— so he pushed open one of the large glass doors marking the entrance of the BAU. Both you and Reid offered each other warm, but tired smiles as he let you go ahead of him, holding the door. 
coincidentally, you both start making your way to the small kitchenette in the corner of the large bullpen. since you hadn’t had any coffee yet, you B-lined straight for the old, barely functioning coffee maker. Gideon had refused to get a new one when Garcia mentioned getting a keurig, stating that all the new ones these days were too fancy- a coffee maker did not need a screen. So that's how you ended up with a coffee pot with stains and knicks all over it from constant use. But what you noticed when you approached it wasn't the coffee maker itself. But what was sitting next to it. 
your snoopy mug!
you couldn't help but break out into a grin at the sight of your favorite mug, it was white with an image of the little white dog, sitting on top of his little house in his signature aviator goggles, hat, and a red scarf. Except the bright red scarf trailed out behind him and morphed into the handle of the mug.
Reid noticed your excitement as he poured his own mug of coffee. The pot was about ¾ full, Hotch and Morgan having already got to it. “Nice mug” Reid commented with a smile as he stirred what must’ve been at least 2 tablespoons of sugar. You thought he was smiling because it was a cute mug—which it was—but Spencer was mostly smiling because he had noticed hotch watching from the window of his office. 
Aarons face had one of his rare smiles that actually reached his eyes. He couldn’t help but blush as he watched you fawn over the mug to Reid. A couple minutes later, after Reid had left for his desk, you made eye contact with Aaron, smiling. Then, if he hadn’t gotten the point already, you took a sip of the hot coffee- which you had forgotten was still hot and scrunched your face in pain. It had burned your tongue, causing you to stick your tongue out in pain. Aaron laughed at the silent scene he watched unfold, but you didn't notice as you had already shook it off and walked to your desk. 
Only minutes after you had settled into your desk, JJ stood on the raised walkway above the bullpen, calling for everyone to meet in the round table room. They had a case. You a bit reluctantly, heaved yourself up from your chair, the weight of sleep still wearing off. Derek chuckled, and gave your arm a playful shove. As you walked by Spencer's desk, Morgan mussed with his hair to get his attention, as he was so absorbed in his book that he hadn’t heard JJ announce the case. 
“Come on pretty boy, we got a case-“ Morgan didn’t finish his sentence before you had sped ahead to catch up with Aaron as he made his way to the round table room. “Thanks for the cereal bar by the way, I forgot breakfast on the way out again.” You spoke casually, barely even making eye contact with him, as this was a normal occurrence. You often arrive at work to find a cereal bar, or pastry on your desk with a little note on it. They were usually Aaron reminding you how important it was to eat. 
“you need to eat breakfast you know y/n, it’ll affect your abilities in cases if you're not careful you know” you just rolled your eyes at Aarons comment, he was often very protective in that way. Although it was a bit annoying sometimes, you mostly found it endearing. It showed that he cared. 
Instead of responding to Aaron’s comment, you just took a bite of your cereal bar as you sat down. JJ started going over the case, 3 women in Wisconsin were missing and presumed dead after days of searching. 
”wheels up” hotch called to the team, and everyone almost immediately dispersed to get themselves ready to leave. 
As everyone filed onto the plane and took their seats, you followed Aaron, as you and he often bounced ideas of each other well. And for one other reason. but no one else, not even Emily, your best friend (only second to Aaron), knew about it except for you two. 
You had a fear of flying, take off and landing in particular always freaked you out. You knew it wasn't a good phobia to have, considering how much flying you had to do for your job, but you couldn’t help it. That’s where Aaron came in, you would always sit next to him at the tables, and he would always offer you his hand under the table. He never said anything about it, and no one ever noticed. but every flight a minute or so before takeoff and landing he would rest his hand palm up on your thigh in a silent offering of comfort. and every flight for a minute or so after take off and landing he would keep your hand in his, letting you play with his fingers knowing it often helped you ground yourself and refocus. 
That day he offered a small smile along with his hand when no one else was looking. Morgan and Reid were arguing, JJ was scolding them, Rossi was reading a book, and Emily was getting herself a cup of tea. You decided to get yourself something too, after take off of course when the plane was safely en route to wisconsin.
When you approached the tiny kitchenette of the jet the first thing that came to mind was something snarky, like cheetos. JJ always kept them stocked. But then you noticed your favorite as you scanned the small cupboard, cheddar pringle’s! They were cheesy, crunchy and salty- aka the perfect chip. You immediately grabbed them and tore off the lid, excited to eat the crunchy chips. You had only had coffee and a cereal bar to eat so far that day. Aaron watched you walk back to your seat with a contented smile on your face and a small bounce to your step.
When you arrived at your seat you didn't hesitate to plop down next to Aaron and take a big bite of chips. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit at your obsession with the salty snack and decided to comment, knowing he had put them there last case, noticing they didn't have any. 
“oh, looks like you found your favorite, how nice-“ his smile was almost sly and you noticed. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots that he had restocked them, he often did. And they were often your favorites, your favorite energy drink in the fridge, your favorite protein bars in the cupboard, and your favorite snacks on the jet. 
After a long day of profiling in Wisconsin, the team had ordered take out and decided to all sit together around the large table in the conference room that had been provided by the local police department. 
You sat with Aaron to your left, and Derek to your right. THere were 2 trays of food in the middle and various smaller dishes surrounding it. Most of the team was still discussing the case as they served themselves from the various dishes. 
You were the last person to serve yourself, as you had been too absorbed in a conversation with Aaron about where he got his many, very, nice suits. You had learned that Aaron Hotchner gets all of his suits tailored. 
After lots of discussion, and some slightly subpar asian food, the team was ready to get back to work, it was only 9 o’clock, and they were all pretty much workaholics. So reid went back to his many colored markers and his geo-profile. For whatever reason, you hadn’t been able to sleep very well the night before, and due to that you were practically falling asleep standing up. You had moved from sitting into a standing position in order to keep yourself awake a little more. 
It wasn't working. And Hotch noticed this. Aaron used his legs to push up and out of his office chair away from the table to where you were standing about a foot away. He tapped your shoulder to get your attention before speaking. Your head snapped towards him, surprised, as if you hadn’t even noticed him approaching in your trance-like state.
”y/n, you should go back to the hotel, you're no use if you're not clear headed. The team will benefit from you much more if you just get some rest and come tomorrow morning”. You almost immediately tried to protest leaving, but a stern look from Aaron put any protests to rest. Even when you really wanted to protest the idea of him driving you to the hotel, since in his words “you're in no condition to drive, I don't need an agent in a car crash and 3 dead women”. Eventually you had accepted it, as you were too tired to care by the time you and Aaron were on the road to the hotel. 
Aaron left the radio on, playing quietly in the background so the silence wouldnt be awkward. But, number one, you were already half asleep by the time he started driving, and number two, the silence was never awkward with Aaron, you felt comfortable with him.
When you arrived at the hotel, hotch shook your shoulder lightly and you jumped awake saying, “Im awake! I'm here! I'm ready..” before trailing off and yawning. Hotch chuckled as he walked around the car to open your door for you, inviting you to step out in front of him. He walked with you to the elevator and pushed the button for you, always a gentleman. 
When you finally got into your room after struggling with the key for a minute, you flopped face down on your bed with a groan as Aaron watched from the doorway. When he noticed the lamp on he immediately started crossing the room to turn it off, so you could sleep. 
After the lamp was turned off, and Aaron was sure you were okay, and fast asleep, he left for his room in order to change his shirt as he had spilled soy sauce on it at dinner. After making his way to his room down the hall and fumbling with his own key, Aaron made it into his own room to pull out a new shirt. After the long process of taking off his tie and jacket, switching shirts, and putting his tie and jacket back on, he turned off the lamp on the desk near the door. Aaron shut the door behind him quietly so as to not disturb anyone at 10:00 at night.
At first he continued past your room, but then two steps later he changed his mind, turning on his heels back down the hall. He wanted to make sure you were alright one last time before he went back to the police precinct. He had made sure to get a copy of everyone’s room key when they checked in, in case of emergencies. And it wasn’t exactly an emergency, but if you didn't tell, Aaron wouldn't. 
When the door clicked open quietly, light from the hallway bled into the dark room. In front of him lay your sound asleep body, still in its work clothes, passed out face down on the hotel bed. Aaron couldn't help but smile as he approached you, bending down to your level. When his face was level with yours he left a small kiss on your cheek, before retreating back into the well lit hallway and into the night. 
The End
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happy-beeeps · 6 months
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Hello there! My request is this: the reader wants to learn hand-to-hand combat but has a crush on Hunter and doesn’t know how to ask him. Omega helps the reader and the reader gets what she wants. On the first day of training she trips and lands on top of Hunter and fluff or smut happens. Up to you :)
hahahahaha heyyyyyy I'm so sorry this is so late. In good news, it got away from me and turned into 4k words of the softest smut I've written!!! I am in love with this man!!!!
(also if you're asking yourself if I was inspired by the top gun volleyball scene the answer is yes I was and no I won't apologize for it.)
Take My Breath Away
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pairing: Hunter x f!reader
WC: 4k
MINORS DNI 18+ BELOW CUT
Warnings: p in v sex, fingering, first time, feelings confession, awkward reader
Summary: When Omega convinces Hunter to finally train you in combat, things don't go to plan... or do they?
You’re leering, you know it. You really can’t help it, your spot inside the Marauder has left you with a perfectly obscured view to watch the training exercises happening outside. There’s a box of medical supplies in your lap while you stare through the front viewport, watching Hunter and Tech team up against Echo and Wrecker as they practice hand-to-hand perfectly in your view. 
Hunter has long forgone his long sleeve black shirt, his tattoos on full display as his skin bakes in the sun. It is hot, you supposed, but you assumed nearly every midday on Jakku got this warm. They’re all in various states of undress, grappling with each other with the kind of joyful fighting that reminds you of the village boys and their games back home. 
Sweat beads roll off his chest in a slight pattern, and you can see through the viewport that he’s used his bandana as a makeshift tie, pulling his hair up into some kind of knot on the top of his head. Echo has gotten Tech into some kind of hold, and the latter is thrashing against him trying to wiggle his way out. Hunter, however, is practically glistening as he shoots Wrecker a grin while they circle one another, until his legs push against the coarse sand outside and he lunges for his younger brother’s legs. He must’ve gotten Wreck with an element of surprise because the larger clone actually tumbles a bit, his center of gravity thrown off. You can’t hear them from inside the ship, but from the looks on their faces you can tell they’re laughing. Echo seems to have succeeded in locking Tech down, and the four of them exchange shakes and smirks–and move to repeat the game. 
Happiness looks good on him.
“Why are you watching Hunter again?” Omega’s small, but chipper, voice startles you from your daydream (something involving Hunter and his back that you’ll never tell.)
“Nothing! I’m not, not even watching him,” you stumble, trying desperately to make yourself look busy with the box in front of you. “I’ve gotta keep an eye on his injuries Meg, that's all.”
“But I thought you said he’d be better three rotations ago?”
She’s caught you now, and your face grows hot with the realization. “Well, yeah, of course. But still, as a medic, it’s my job to keep an eye on you all.”
You move to stand and ruffle her hair, toting the box on your hip as you move to go back to the med closet. You suppose you’ve done enough gawking for today.
“Are you red because you��re embarrassed about something?”
Now this makes you stop in your tracks. You whip your head to turn and face the young girl, who’s mouth smiles innocently at you while her eyes smirk knowingly. Kriff. You knew you shouldn't have let her start watching romcoms. 
“I’m not embarrassed,” you start, still making your way to the closet while Omega follows closely behind. “I just don’t know any combat, so I’m watching to learn, it’s just embarrassing not to know.”
Nice. Good save. You’ll pat yourself on the back for that one later. 
“Oh, that makes sense.” Is all you get from Omega, before you’re met with the sound of her feet moving down the walkway. You’re left alone with your thoughts, idylly shuffling supplies around the closet, delving back to your daydream. Minutes pass like this, in quiet peace, before a rough, masculine voice snaps you back to reality.
“Hey,” Hunter starts, leaning against the doorframe that separates the main cabin from the armory and med closet. He’s not shirtless anymore, instead wearing a mockingly thin white tank top that’s becoming less and less opaque the more his chest is pressed against it. “Omega said you wanted to learn some moves?”
Sure enough, Omega stands behind Hunter, arms crossed proudly as she looks between the two of you. “She’s important Hunter, she has to learn!” The younger girl shouts, and Hunter smiles down at her.
“Sure she is. That’s why I’m gonna teach her,” he looks up at you now with questioning eyes, “that is, if you’re interested? Tech is gonna bring Echo and Wrecker on a supply run for a few hours, so you don’t have to worry about them?”
“Y-yeah, that sounds great.” Maker, is that stumbling voice yours? This is getting worse by the minute.
“Hunter, can I go with? Tech said the market is no worse than Mos Eisley, and you let me go there, Wrecker already said he’d watch me!” Omega pleads with her big brother, pulling at his fingers in a subtle gesture to lead the two of you outdoors. 
“Sure, Meg. If it’s fine with them, it’s fine with me.”
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Your body aches, your joints cracking with each move. You’ve barely even begun the training, merely the warmups Hunter has put you through in this scorching heat has gotten you coated in your own layer of sweat. He moved through each warm up with ease, and finished his last stretch lazily, leaning his weight on his back leg and placing his hands firmly on his hips. It took nearly everything in you not to stare at him, his shirt back on but replaced by a mockingly thin white tank top that grew less opaque with every passing moment.
“Thought you said you wanted to learn?” His voice brought you back out of your daydream, reminding you exactly why you were standing here. You had gone this long without him really knowing your feelings, aside from the simple flirtation the two of you shared to pass the time. One afternoon wouldn’t kill you.
“Thought you said we’d start slow,” you grumble in reply, moving to face him with an agitated determination.
He doesn’t give you a verbal response, merely moving to stand behind you, placing his hands and your shoulders before reaching them across to grab your wrists. “I’m gonna put you in the first stance,” he says, moving his hands, and your wrists, up to a blocking motion before kicking one of his feet between your legs. With gentle, albeit rough, taps to each foot, your legs slowly shuffled wider apart, granting you more stability on the sandy terrain. The motion of him slowly spreading your legs open, however, had the complete opposite effect, and your stomach dropped nearly to your toes as your chest flutters with warmth. This was exactly why you hadn’t asked for help in the first place.
“Looks good,” he started, moving back to face you. “Now, when you punch, you’re not just pushing your fist out, right? You’re punching with your whole arm, try hitting my hand.”
“But, I don’t want to hurt you!” You sputtered, and his lazy, easy smile returned.
“Trust me, you won’t.”
You pass nearly an hour like this, moving to punch Hunter with as much force as you could muster, and him blocking you with ease. It’s not that you were weak by any means, you wouldn’t have lasted as the Batch’s medic if you were, but this kind of strength was foreign to you. You were slipping, growing more tired by the moment. Your punches slowly falter. Finally, as the heat and the exertion caught up to you, your legs followed the swing of your arm, sending you toppling your whole weight onto Hunter.
He too must’ve begun feeling the heat, as his normally subvert reflexes failed him. Your weight and his surprise sent the two of you toppling onto the sand, his arms reaching to cup your elbows, carefully guiding you to land on his chest. The sweat on both of your skin made the two of you sticky, and your thin shirt did little to hide the flush of your chest as you pressed against his toned body. Hunter also seemed to be responding to the moment, his eyes opening and closing rapidly, his chest rising and falling with increasing speed.
Maker. You hadn’t thought about how awful you must’ve smelled.
“I’m sorry Hunter, I’m sure I smell-“
“Great,” he gritted out, you assumed his tone was dripping in sarcasm. Your wince must not have garnered the response he was hoping for, and his eyes widened in panic. “No, no, I mean it. Kriff, that’s not what I meant.”
“No, it’s fine, it’s warm out here, don’t mention it,” you shook awkwardly, moving to push off of him. Instead, Hunter’s grip on the backs of your arms tightened to hold you in place.
“I mean it,” he murmurs, “you’ve been driving me crazy all day.”
You blink in surprise as that warm feeling from before returns, and you resist the urge to press yourself against him even further. 
“What, just because I’m a slow learner?” you blush and shake your head, trying to hide your face from the intensity of his stare, and the overbearing Jakku sun.
“Why do you always do that?”
“Do what?”
“That,” he removes one hand from its spot on your arm to tug your chin back at him, his eyes falling to your lips for the briefest moment before coming back to yours, “hide from me.”
Your response is quiet, timid. “Because you don’t mean it.”
“Why would you think that? We’ve kind of been toeing around it for weeks now.”
You’re sputtering now, “I thought you were joking.”
“I don’t joke when it comes to you,” something akin to hurt flashes across his eyes, and his grip on your arms loosens slightly. Kriff. You’re losing him now, and the panic that settles in your chest takes over before your brain can properly think its way out of it.
You’re fully pressing your breasts against him now, relenting the rest of your weight onto him as your arms snake their way to his face and you pull him towards you before he has a chance to feel any more hurt at your expense. Your lips crash to his in a kiss that’s equal parts full of reassurance and want, and he molds against you quickly. Whatever doubt and hurt he might’ve felt a moment ago is replaced by something darker, something needier.
Hunter adjusts you on top of him easily, pulling you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. When you pull away from the kiss you watch as he brings your legs tighter around his waist and, with little struggle, manages to stand up against the sand, never dropping you from your perch.
You try not to go faint at the way his leg muscles tense beneath the rolled up cuffs of his pants as he lifts the two of you from the ground with ease. Hunter has always been scrappy, never as much bulk as Wrecker but easily the second largest of his brothers. Echo used to joke that what he lacked in height he made up for in muscle mass.
You can’t stop yourself from leaning in to him, placing needy open mouth kisses along the curve of his neck, the sharp edges of his jaw. He groaned at your touch, his steps quickening towards the Marauder. There’s a break as he fidgets with the controls to lower the ramp and it starts its painstakingly slow descent. In a fit of impatience, Hunter has your back pressed against the side of the ship and moves to kiss you again, this time it’s bruising and impatient. He’s been wanting this just as long as you, you realize. Whatever the door the two of you just opened isn’t going to be easily shut.
He’s methodical with the way he kisses you, but his hands are anything but. He pulls teasing tugs at your lower lip, slowly parts your mouth with his tongue–like he’s testing something. 
“Hunter,” you beg, turning your head from him in a feeble gesture to get him to notice that the ramp has lowered.
“I’ve just wanted to kiss you for so long,” he admits, a tenderness in his eyes that your stomach doing backflips, “I don’t think I can ever stop.”
He walks to the two of you up the ramp of the ship before setting you down gently in the hull. You’re staring up at him now, his hands resting on the small of your back, keeping you close.
“You tell me what’s too much cyar’ika. I’ll take whatever part of you you’ll give me.”
“All, all of me. I’m not afraid.” You murmur, pressing yourself against him before leaning to loop your arms around his neck.
He meets you halfway to kiss you, albeit gentler than before, before turning you and moving you backwards with small steps. You know this ship like the back of your hand, even backwards and with your eyes closed, and you can tell from the way he’s moving you that you’re moving towards his quarters.
“We can go to my room?” You ask, breathless. They had graciously turned the small medbay into a space for your quarters, of sorts. You had a larger bed than any member of the batch, with the caveat that your roommates were small surgical machines and overflow boxes of bacta. 
“No, want you in my bed, if that’s ok?” 
You nodded while he continued to guide you towards the rest of the batch’s quarters, your vision becoming shaded from the darkness of the room. You were grateful now that Hunter’s bunk was on the bottom, as the backs of your legs bumped into the mattress.
He laid you down on the mattress and quickly stretched across you, giving you full freedom to remove your arms from his neck and let them roam against the broad expanse of his back. His kisses met your neck almost as soon as he settled on the mattress, and from the way his teeth nipped at the soft skin, you knew you’d be littered with marks.
Whatever. You’re sure they’d pick up on it eventually. 
Your thoughts were interrupted as Hunter pulled you up towards him, using the space to pull your shirt off and discard it on the floor, leaving you in the thin cottony breastband you’d picked specifically because it was too hot to even think about something better. You, in turn, pulled at the hem of the thin white tank top, and he smirked at you as he moved back, pulling it up over his head. There was enough space between the bunks for him to sit comfortably upright, and you moved forward to meet him, bringing his hands to your waist.
“It’s too hot for all these layers.”
If he was surprised he barely showed it, raising an eyebrow before moving to unfasten your breastband, leaving the two of you bare from the waist up.
“Mesh’la, I can’t… I can’t stop.”
“Then don’t.” You smiled, leaning back on his mattress, watching his form cage you in.
His response was immediate, falling closer to you and moving his kisses farther down your neck before moving to bring his mouth to your breast, now bare to him. His lips dragged over your newly exposed flesh, before his tongue flattened over the stiff peak of your nipple.
He wasted no time in palming your other breast, and the briefest glance you got of your skin beneath his inked fingers was enough to elicit the smallest of whimpers from your mouth. He paused from his work on your nipple to glance up at you, before sending a devilish grin as his hand removed itself from your chest and made small movements towards your thighs. With a quick and decisive movement he placed his hand just on the squishy flesh of your inner thigh, before hooking a finger around the seam of your panties and shifting them down.
You jostled a bit to help them come off and Hunter surged to kiss you again, his breath warm and inviting on your mouth. In an instant you let out a soft gasp as his fingers began to move towards your folds, before he slowly pushed two fingers into your heat. 
The feeling of being filled in any capacity by him immediately sent warmth flooding to every corner of your body, and you bucked your hips against him as he moved his fingers in a delicious hooking motion, pulling you closer and closer to oblivion with each movement.
“So warm for me, so wet.” He grumbled against your neck, and your hands threaded through his hair, desperate to keep his body against yours.
“Hunter, need you, now.”
“Shh,” he murmured, moving faster, and a twisting in your feeling in your gut suddenly struck, along with the realization that you were quickly approaching an orgasm. “Come for me first, princess. Need to make you feel good first.”
His words and motions combined sent that first orgasm crashing over you fast, the tips of your fingers and the lower half of your body shaking in pleasure while he took his sweet time, coaxing every bit of your oblivion out of you in slow, melodic motions. When you had come back down to earth, he pulled his hand from you before bringing it to his mouth, bringing his fingers to his mouth and tasting you finally.
“Next time you’re finishing on my tongue,” he groaned, head thrown back. You took his momentary distraction to pull at the band of his boxers, already eyeing the deliciously thick silhouette of his hard length pressing against the fabric.
“Hunterrr,” you whined, leaning up and pressing kisses from his collarbone down his chest, before deciding you couldn’t take it anymore and plunging your hand into his boxers, running your hand up and down the velvety skin of his shaft. You paused at the tip, running your fingers over it and collecting the precum already leaking out.
“Need to learn some patience,” he groaned, before shifting to pull the last offending article of clothing off, and pressing you firmly, and softly to the mattress. With his boxers gone you could see him now. He was big, bigger than any man you’d been with before, and prettier too. The inky black markings of his tattoos led down his whole torso, pausing just at the start of his shaft. It was one of the few spots on his body where you could admire every inch of tanned, warm skin.
Hunter moved down to kiss you, this one sweet and short, running a hand down your core to collect some of the mess he’d already made of you, before running it along his length. He leaned back and looked at you, his eyes warming with a fondness that suddenly had you feeling more naked now than you had this entire time. 
“You take my breath away,” he murmured in a voice dripping with an emotion you weren’t bold enough to try and name, before picking up one of your legs and easily tossing it over your shoulder. “You’ve been my dream this whole time. Wanna make sure you’re ready.”
“Hunter,” you paused, reaching a hand up to his cheek, “if you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to go catatonic.”
His laugh had your leg shaking, and he rolled his eyes, “remind me to fuck some manners into you next time.”
Without any more pretense you felt his tip surge past your walls, stretching you out deliciously and giving a sense of satisfaction greater than anything you’d felt before. He pushed farther before bottoming out and nudging just right against that spot you’d always struggled to reach. The same one that had you tossing one arm over your eyes and another grasping at nothing out of pure bliss. His name breathed past your lips like a prayer, and you felt him shiver a bit at it.
“Fuck, that’s my girl.” He moaned, starting his thrusts at a slow, manageable pace. You felt one of his hands slide up the sheets on his mattress before sliding and weaving his fingers between yours. “Don’t hide from me.” He whispered, and you brought your arm down, placing it firmly on the bicep he was using to support himself against you.
He felt fucking amazing. You had met a guy in an alley on Coruscant who tried to sell you deathsticks once, and you felt like you had to go back and tell him he was wrong. There had to be a better high. Being fucked into your pillows by Hunter while he held your hand and whispered to you had to be better. You weren’t a scientist (ok, maybe you were) but this had to be the best feeling a human being could feel.
Hunter’s pace quickened, and soon the cabin was filled with the sickeningly sweet sound of skin slapping against skin, his hips snapping against you. His senses must’ve made him perfectly attuned to how you were feeling, any shift in pleasure, any barely audible moan. His hand had removed itself from yours, instead holding your wrist and pressing you firmly into the bed in a move that felt more possessive and dominant than threatening.
“You’re mine.” You had moaned without realizing it, and his pace picked up again. A twisting, numbing feeling began to blossom in your core and Hunter brought your leg down, surging forward to kiss you as he fucked you farther into oblivion.
“You’re my girl, you’ve always been my girl.” He groaned into your neck before pulling back. “Just been waiting for you to realize it. I wanna hear you say it.”
“You’re mine, I’m yours.” You groaned, his hips bucking up and nudging again and again into that spot. His hand removed itself from your wrist and you used the newfound freedom to rake your hands down your back, sending moans of pleasure out of Hunter.
“I’m all yours princess,” he groaned, “so sweet, so soft for me. Fuck, so tight.”
His praise and words and breakneck speed had you hitting your orgasm like a brick wall, turning you from head to toe in a shivering, gasping mess as your walls clenched around him. You gripped his hair in a desperate attempt to tether yourself to something corporeal as he fucked you through it, his own pace becoming quick and sloppy.
“‘M close, where,” was all he was able to rasp out.
“In, ‘s okay.” Was the closest thing you had to a response. You’d tell him about your implant later.
In an instant, he was groaning into your neck, his hips slapping against yours sending you nearly into sensory overload, before you felt his warmth against you. For a moment after he barely moved, just breathed against you as if he couldn’t imagine this had actually happened. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, you running a hand along his back and through his hair as he pressed sweet kisses along your neck, likely trying to soften the purple marks you were certain he had left.
“Lemme get you cleaned up,” he whispered, as if careful not to scare the moment away. He pulled back from you slowly, before reaching to tug his pants back on and heading to the fresher. He was only gone for a few moments, returning with a warm, wet rag that he lovingly dashed between your legs and a pair of clean shorts from your quarters and one of his shirts.
“Thought you might want something comfortable.” He said as he passed it to you, and you quickly changed into it, relishing into how the shirt smelled so distinctly of him.
You moved to sit up but he toppled in bed next to you before you could. His bunk was small, barely enough space for the two of you, so he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.
“Don’t go. Meant what I said.”
You blushed as you shimmied to turn your face to him. “Which part?”
“All of it. I’ve always wanted you. Not just for, you know,” he stumbled, seeming suddenly embarrassed.
“Sex?”
“Yeah, but I’m not gonna complain about that part,” he winked, before pulling you into him again, resting his head on top of yours. “I want to… care for you. In every way. You really take my breath away, always have.” He pressed a kiss against your hair, and you pressed closer to him in return.
“Then you’ll have me. For as long as I’m here and then some.” 
The two of you stayed like this into the night, wrapped up in each other’s arms, tangled limb to limb. Soon enough the lull of his heart had drifted you into sleep, and he did his best to shield you from the prying eyes and loud noises of the rest of the Batchers as they returned from the market, just as he swore to himself that he’d shield you from anything that threatened to take you from them, from him.
His girl he had said. And he had meant it.
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youokaymilo · 6 months
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Hi there! Could I request a moodboard of a river dragon themed around moss and rocks as well?
yes ofc! these dragon themed boards have been super fun :))
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may i request my boy gavroche?
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OFC! HERE HE IS ! i hope this is to ur liking ! ^_^
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mccall-me-maurice · 2 months
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pssst todd do you have any hcs about roger, jack, and simons friendship :0
as always, i love your art bro :)
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religious symbolism save me
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astarionposting · 4 months
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I. [requested photoset 18+] CHERRY ✧ Lana Del Rey
❝ A touch,
ㅤfrom your real love,
ㅤㅤIt's like heaven taking the place of something evil,
ㅤㅤㅤand letting it burn off from the rush. ❞
[gifset 18+]
i tried to get some good gifs today but wasnt feeling any of the clips i took.. i will work on the gifs tomorrow after work! :) also this turned into a dammon x karlach thing cause it wasnt really specified in the request, and i think they are cute <3
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wlntrsldler · 16 days
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writing a reader x luke request set to i wish i hated you by ariana grande (side note: i'm obsessed with her new album) and it follows reader x littlesister! annabeth and the aftermath of luke's betrayal and it hurts to write it
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juliaia · 10 months
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anyone want more simon content? im still getting love on those old fics and kinda feeling the urge to write him again—feel free to request!
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Nepeta!!! :D
Uhm nepeta playing with yarn >:3? Seems silly!!
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day 4 .. yeah!!!!
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heesbaby · 3 months
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can you do hyung line texts where they ask “what position y’all in?” or something like that because yn doesn’t respond fast enough 😭😭
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what position y’all in?
- enha hyung line texts
enhypen texts masterlist
wait this is so fun actually thanku for requesting this hehe!!
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twstwonderlandstuff · 2 years
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hii, can you write the dorm leaders being jealous of mc?
love uuu, take care!
hi, anon, sure! I adore jealousy tropes, let me tell you.
I am also going to assume that the dorm leaders (separately) has a crush on MC, and MC is unaware.
oh, and some people I simply don't understand. thanks!
Riddle Rosehearts.
Riddle, as much as he doesn't want to admit it, gets jealous faster than he should. His starved childhood leaves him with a want for attention, even if he tries to hide it.
He becomes stricter, harsher with the rules, much like how he was back before his overblot. He'll schedule a tea time with you to calm his nerves down, and even then, a red blush and pout will emerge from his face.
Leona Kingscholar.
Can you even read this man? I think he'll be a little difficult to spot if he's jealous. He'll act all normal, but then his tone gets a little gruffer and his orders become more pointed.
Azul Ashengrotto.
baby bottom boy bottom bottom bottom [if you know, you know]
Azul, is we all know, is a top business man. He's got no time for this silly, non-sensical emotion, of course not!
But he feels it- he does, and it eats him alive. I think once you break down his walls, Azul is easy to read. His small differences in body language. He presses the edges of his papers, maybe his practised business-smile is rearing a lot more than usual, things like that...
Kalim Al-Asim.
I can't see him being jealous- I am SO sorry, but I simply cannot. Look at him, he's just so... sparkly? So, bright...?
But alright, alright. Say he does get jealous. I think it's gradual and I'm pretty sure even he won't notice he's jealous- until Jamil points out that he's grumpier than usual, and that he keeps staring at you. THEN, he realizes. It probably only lasts a short while, knowing him. Kalim is pretty good at being straightforward, after all.
Vil Schoenheit.
Like Kalim, I think Vil's jealousy is pretty gradual. He's a famous influencer, of course he knows what it feels like to have your attention being spanned towards seperate people, but sometimes...
he can't help himself, you know? You're his little potato (in his mind) and he wants your attention on him.
Won't you indulge your Queen?
Idia Shroud.
ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, PACK IT UP. He'll simmer in envy in his room, hands itching to text you to get your ass over to his room right now and play some games with him-!
But he can't. What if it comes off too clingy? I mean, y'all aren't dating so why would he, like...? Won't he be annoying?
It takes Ortho to push him out of his shaky confidence and into your text messages.
Malleus Draconia.
Ah, yes, dragons, known for being possessive. Malleus is similar in this aspect. He is but a lonely mage, and when your companionship leaves him, it plagues his mind with insecurities? Are you bored of him? Does he finally frighten you?
Soon, these feelings turn to jealousy and he'll be sprouting a pout in no time, so now, you get a brooding dragon that's sulking, walking behind you without saying anything.
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lovekz · 2 years
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hearing something happened to you after an argument
request:  “I saw this one tiktok story about a couple where the girl texts her boyfriend at night but he ignores her message bc they had a fight or he just thought it wasn't smt important and went to sleep. The next day his mother or the girls mother calls him and tells him that she got killed.”
(this request is not exactly the same as it was sent to avoid triggers.) 
manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, and mitusya takashi
cw: pointless arguments, mentions of reader death, robbery, car accident, drunk driver, beaten to death, angst, as well as slight manga spoilers (be warned)
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-the two of you had argued over the many girls he constantly had all over him the previous night
-he literally lived in a brothel, so having girls all over him almost every day was the norm, at least for him.
-when you expressed your feelings about that, he got a bit defensive over it since well, that’s his family. it was as if you had told him his mother was a gigantic bitch (in his opinion at some times, she kinda was for dropping him off with a bunch of strangers)
-so his reaction to that was to ignore you until he felt as though he was over the entire argument altogether
-he expected you to spam his phone furiously apologizing
-maybe even sending a (fake) sobbing video like mikey had when he slapped the back of his head
-what he wasn’t expecting the next day, was your mother calling his phone, loudly sobbing and confirming your death
-you’d left late at night to see him, apologize and bring him his favorite ice cream so you two could look past the argument and eat it together
-your plans were ruined, when a drunk driver took his eyes off the road, taking your life in the process
-it was his second love that he lost, and he didn’t even know what to do, or what to say at all
-now draken can’t eat his favorite ice cream without sitting in front of your grave and crying profusely
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- that day, mitsuya had spent the entire day running up and down roppongi with his little sisters
-the both of you agreed that two could be a huge handful, especially when they were outside of their house. therefore, when he finally got a break, he collapsed onto his bed with a heavy sigh, letting his exhaustion take over.
-he felt his phone buzzing, and he promised himself he would only reply if it was an emergency (an emergency being about 10+ text messages to his phone)
-he lifted his phone and looked at it in pure confusion, his eyes a bit sore from it being dark for so long
-when he seen it was a message from you just saying ‘taka’, he decided it wouldn’t hurt to ignore it for the night
-and boy did he regret that in the morning
-he decided to partially watch the news as he got his siblings and himself ready to go to school
-what he didn’t expect, was your house to appear on the news
-there was a robbery, and he recognized the time
-it was around the time he had seen your text message
-when he heard there were casualties, he felt sick. only because he hoped it was a family member that died, and he hoped it wasn’t you
-when your picture popped up on the tv, his world went crashing down
-he told his sisters to go back to bed, and dragged himself to his own
-after that day, he decided to answer text messages, no matter what
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-this time, the both of you got into an argument about the tokyo manji gang
-he had been spending most of his time with the tokyo manji gang, that he started to forget about you
-so you brought it up, which made both of you argue
-the argument gotten so deep, he told you to stop speaking to him altogether in front of the whole of toman
-you went home sobbing, ignoring everyone that offered to take you home to make sure you get there safe
-the next day, draken had literally cursed him out and made him go apologize
-so when he arrived at your house and your parents said you didn’t come back last night, his heart stopped
-he ran all the way back to the shrine, and walked the route you two usually took when he walked you home, and he found a group of people
-they were whispering about a ‘poor person’ and ‘this was sick’ so he felt even more scared
-he pushed through the crowd and found your body, battered and bruised
-he dropped to his knees, sobbing and trying to give you cpr to revive you at least the slightest bit
-when you didn’t budge, he screamed his loudest
-after that day, he never neglected anyone outside of his gang
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(i hope this was to your liking!)
(the person that requested this preferred to stay anonymous)
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happy-beeeps · 9 months
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I read your tags for the kissing prompt…
I’m sending you #1, clone of your choice 😈🫶
Kickstart My Heart
Wc: 2.5k
Pairing: Kix x streetracer!reader
Summary/an: hahahaha WOW this got away from me!!! On the bright side, I was able to knock out a prompt I’ve been dying to do for @clonexreaderbingo !!! Please enjoy this vague crack fic about Kix and reader being friends to lovers!
from a request with these prompts!
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The red speeder you were tailing grew closer and closer with every passing moment. The lights and sounds of the crowded lower levels of Coruscant blurred past in a stream of neon, and you were gaining on this banthashit in front of you. Nothing was stopping you, and you hardly even noticed the subtle light of the holocomm on your dash begin blinking on and off. You sighed, tapping it absentmindedly—as if you weren’t in the middle of a street race you were desperately trying to win.
“Care to explain why Rex just told me that the Corries spotted a few speeders racing on the lower levels?” Kix’s voice rang out clear through your speeder, and you worked to fight the cringe in your voice.
Kriff. “No, so random, anyway, it’s been real—”
“One of them mentioned a particularly shiny, very blue speeder too.”
You smiled, sparing a passing glance at the miniature holo of your best friend. “They said I looked shiny?”
“Not important,” he sighed, and you looked just fast enough to catch him drag his hand across his face, “you know how dangerous racing is.”
“You knew how much I loved it when you met me.” You countered, and you watched him debate it in his mind for just a moment.
“My first day on leave and I’ve gotta spend it worrying about you.” He joked, but there was no venom in his voice.
“Feels like payback from all the worrying I’ve gotta do for you while you’re off system.”
“Hmm… At least win for me?”
“I’ll buy you a victory drink at 79’s if I do.”
The call ended as quickly as it began, and you became even focused on the red speeder in front of you. Sure, Kix was probably your best friend, but there was something about the clone medic that had your cheeks aching from smiling, and your face sweating from how red it got when you thought about him. You two were so opposite, and yet you couldn’t get enough of each other.
You and Kix had met over a year ago when you had needed a cheap drink after you won a race, and a few of your racing buddies and stumbled into 79’s for their famously cheap (albeit famously shitty) drinks. What you hadn’t intended to find, however, was a group of loud, excited clones that you instantly clicked with. You had fallen in fast with all the boys in the 501st, and when you had cut your hand open on a glass you had dropped by the end of the night, you were smitten with the medic of the team.
That’s not to say you and Kix were anything aside from friends. He had been very respectful, and very careful not to cross that line, much to your dismay. He was sweet and doting, and he hated that you raced. To be honest, he would barely even watch podracing with you and his brothers, not after he heard how dangerous it actually was from his general (who you may or may not have fangirled over when you first met him.) Still, he would always wish you luck, and he was the first to announce your wins to whoever was in the bar that day. On the last win, he had proudly clutched your shoulders and led you into the door, shouting, “My girl’s a winner!” and leading you further into the delusion that maybe he thought about you half as much as you thought about him. No, Kix was the best friend you had, he watched holofilms with you and crashed on your couch, but one of these days you knew your heart would get the better of you and you’d say something stupid.
You were simply biding your time until then.
Thinking about Kix had slipped a subtle fire under your seat, and within a moment you had carefully slipped past the red speeder, and navigated yourself right in front of the angry Devaronian man who drove it. You cringed a little internally, and watched from your mirrors as he shot daggers into the back of your head, murmuring something to someone in the comm on his chest. Shit. Always making enemies of the wrong people.
At the preplanned drag, you pulled up on the controls, bring your speeder up higher and higher into the mud and upper levels of Coruscant. The last bit of the race always took place here; stakes were higher and the views were flashier. You swerved quickly around traffic at speeds you were honestly impressed to have been reaching. Maybe one of these days you actually would enlist like you’d been telling Kix you would. You had shaken the Devaronian, and he dropped suspiciously behind you, and your ego took over as you made a turn you had anticipated long before.
You turned back over your shoulder, shooting the man a wicked grin and shouted, “you won’t catch me!” The man didn’t answer, but you swore you could see him grin, and you settled back in your seat, proudly clutching the steering and fidgeting with your buttons. You couldn’t wait to tell Kix.
When you turned back around, the two black speeders that crept up on either side of you were so quick, they hardly gave you reaction time. Trying quickly to dodge the cutting motions of the speeder on the right, you banked a hard left, scraping the side of the speeder there. The man, a Trandoshan with a wicked smile, grinned at you. “Girlie forgets that some people have money invested into these races.”
With another hard motion, the speeder on your right had come in again, forcing you harder into the left speeder, and (most aggravatingly) scuffing your pretty blue paint job. You worked to get out of the pin, shaking your controls and trying to move this way or that, but a fatal twitch had the right speeder crushing into your engine, and you watched as the lights on the dash lit up all at once like a Life Day tree. The Trandoshan looked at you again, eyes narrowing in excitement. “It’s a lesson you won’t soon forget.”
With a quick and decisive movement, the Trandoshan pulled up as your engine died, and you sputtered into a free fall through the streets of Coruscant. The last thing you saw as you dropped through traffic, narrowly missing other speeders that would’ve surely blown you to bits, was the ever encroaching solid black of the building and landing alley you were approaching. The last thing you thought of, however, was Kix.
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There was a ringing in your ear when you woke, followed by a hazy smokiness lifting over your eyes. Was that damp spot on your head always there? Why was it so sticky? Why did your speeder look like that? Was it always in two pieces? You felt so, so heavy, your arms ached as you moved to tap your com in your pocket, praying to something that Kix would answer.
“I’m here, is the race over—”
“Kix…” was that whining voice coming from you? It was hard to say. “Kix, I’m hurt, I’m hurt bad… need you, need you bad…”
“Cyare, cyare please, where are you?” The panic in his voice was eminent through the com, and you murmured vague descriptions of the level you were stuck on. “I’m coming. I’m coming cyare. Just hold on.”
The next time you awoke, you were wrapped up in blankets, tucked carefully into your bed in your apartment. You were so warm and comfortable, in fact, that up until you moved, you had forgotten the crash at all. As if on cue, a noise sounded from opposite your bed towards the kitchenette, and you shifted your head to identify the source.
“Careful Princess, that’s a nasty concussion you’ve got there.”
When you looked up at him, he was moving carefully over to your bedside, an easy task in your studio apartment, and resting his weight barely to your side. His hand crept up to cradle your head gently, and instinctually, you reached up to hold it. His gaze on you softened at the touch, and he closed his eyes and exhaled a breath from somewhere deep within his chest.
“You’re growing your hair,” you mumbled, your other hand reaching slowly to fidget with the longer hair growing where a carefully shaved lightning bolt used to be.
“Getting older, felt like too much of a shiny,” he said, bringing his hand off your head to rest on your cheek. “You scared me out there,”
“Psh, you’re a hardened battle medic. I’m sure I’m nothing-“
“There is nothing in this galaxy that could prepare me for losing you cyar’ika.” He murmured, the mando’a slipping easily and softly past his lips. He sat up quickly, pulling out his datapad and a few tools from the medkit he must’ve brought with. “You lost a fair bit of blood, but nothing too bad. You’ve only been out a few hours and I was able to remove your lines a little bit ago. A broken leg, rib, and a concussion are your only other serious injuries.”
“Oh, that’s it?” You laughed, and he sighed as he set his equipment down, returning to the kitchen to grab whatever it was—food as it appeared—he was working on and rest next to you in your bed. He was stiff, anxious you noted from the way he fiddled with his fingers. You didn’t think he’d say anything in response until he opened his mouth.
“Your speeder is totaled.”
“That’s not very good beside manner.” You groaned, closing your eyes in frustration. It had taken you months to save up for even just the paint job, let alone the rest of it. She was your baby.
“I’ll have you know I’m renowned for my bedside manner.”
“Oh, I’m sure you are.” You winked, and inwardly cringed at the motion. Kriff, what were you thinking? Blame it on the blood loss. “Thank you, for coming for me.”
“There isn’t a battle in this galaxy that could keep me from coming to you when you need me,” he sighed, and released his arm from its slack position and tentatively draped it around you, and you happily leaned into his chest, breathing in all the smells that made Kix your Kix. He always smelled clean, like freshly scrubbed laundry and warm blankets. He smelled like coming home and all the coziness of your apartment on a rainy day. Most of all, he smelled like a slight mix of disinfectant, the crucial detail that made him smell like him. You swore you could drink it in.
“Am I hurting you?” He asked, so cautious with the way his body was laid against yours, and you moved to shake your head until the shooting pains came back and you responded verbally instead.
“No. This is perfect.” He melted deeper into you at that, and his fingers rubbed gently circles on the exposed skin of your arm. “You know, I like your hair.”
“Oh yeah? Was worried you wouldn’t. Saw the lightning bolts on your speeder”
You groaned internally out of pure embarrassment. “Nah, I like everything on you. Miss your tattoo though.”
“She’s still there, just hidden.” He smirked before moving slightly so the two of you were close to sitting up instead of slouching across each other. “I need to tell you something.”
“My speeder isn’t actually broken you just want me to stop racing?”
“No, but, that would be ideal.” He smiled at you and reached to touch your cheek with the tips of his fingers, and your body shifted closer to him on instinct. You and Kix had been close before, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder more times than you could count, but this felt…different somehow. More intimate. You hadn’t realized how broad he was up close, even more so with his armor scattered around your apartment. You hadn’t noticed it at first, but the realization of just how panicked he must’ve been when he brought you here made your heart flutter.
He continued softly, fingers still gently on your skin, “I’m going away for awhile, I think. But today made me realize how close I was to losing you. And I guess, technically, how close you could be to losing me.” He stumbled over the last words, and you smiled at him to keep going. “I… I care about you mesh’la. I would do anything for you, be anyone for you. I can’t go another day without letting you know, because I can’t go another day not knowing if I’m the only one who feels this.”
He was closer now, only inches from your face, and your breath had hitched somewhere in your throat. “You’re not. Not the only one I mean. I feel it too.”
His skin warmed under your soft touch, as you had moved to place your hand on top of his. His eyes darted down closer to your lips and you smiled, nodding slightly to give him the encouragement he needed. Cautiously, carefully, he moved to close the gap. Ever the gentleman, taking his time to give you the ability to back out—as if you would.
Oh. That’s what spice probably felt like, you were sure of it. The feeling of Kix’s warm breath eclipsing your own as he pressed a kiss so soft and gentle to your lips you felt like you were breathing into it. This was it. This was heaven. This was all you ever needed, you’d never race again if it meant you could sit here and kiss this man to death. He backed up far too soon, cautiously, as if he was afraid you’d regretted it. Instead, you had simply leaned closer to him. “Do it again. Please.”
And oh, oh did he take your word for it, pressing his mouth to yours in the gentlest, most passionate kiss you had ever experienced. He was so careful with you, careful to rest his hand on your torso on the side opposite the break, careful to gently cradle your head. Careful to not bruise you even further with the way he kissed you, and it was an effort in restraint not to jump his bones the way you wanted to. You stayed like this for whoever knows how long. Could’ve been hours, could’ve been a whole rotation, could’ve been thirty seconds. When the two of you broke away, he was breathless, and you leaned closer into him as he slowly reclined the two of you back in your bed.
“If we did that every day, I’d never have to race again.”
He chuckled, and pressed a kiss to your forehead, leaning slightly against your uninjured side. “I take it this is a bad time to tell you Thorn caught the guy, and they’re gonna pay to fix your speeder?”
You turned back to him and grinned, running a gentle touch down the side of his face. “That’s the second best thing I’ve heard all day.”
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Hey Milo! If it isn't much trouble; could I get a moodboard for a kiger mustang? Maybe some plains and forests? Something like a step back in time when mustangs ruled the west!
hihihi!! i love doing these naturey boards <3 here you are!
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