Yes I Write A Lot For Very Few Specific Characters

yes i write a lot for very few specific characters

i noticed a gap in the archives and i need to fill the void

seeing '1 of 39' on AO3 after looking up my favorite character gives me pain

pride headcanons for o.i characters

Steven Grant: pan. falls in love really easily and despite seeming inexperienced is actually hella chill with every orientation. probably has books and research stuff about it to make his partner comfortable. has flags in flat.

Marc: bicurious, has had crushes and thought about experimenting, but the military kinda screwed that up. He's open though. also i feel like he's especially protective of gendercurious folks. like he understands the dangers and makes an extra effort to provide support.

Jake: ally fs but straight. if one of his headmates likes a dude/is in a non hetero relationship he's chill, but he makes sure not to impede or make anybody uncomfy. has a pride bumper sticker that says 'i use homophobes as speed bumps.'

Blue: just likes getting fucked. Very open to sexual experimentation and Does Not Care what orientation or gender his partner is. Aromantic i think he just doesn't feel a need for touchy-feely. He doesn't label it.

Nathan: cishet but has definitely experimented. just to see what it's like. Very curious if his friends or partner is not straight and likes to research.

santi: i like the ftm vibe that has arisen. checks out for me. Chill, def a Pride Dad. not very open about it but goes to pride events as a stand in parent for any little kids. has pride tattoos somewhere.

poe dameron: the Most bisexual disaster i've ever seen omg he will flirt with anybody. aggressively bisexual and is a huge ally for anybody. likes having sleepovers and doing pride parties.

cecil: straight but has experimented. I think he is cishet but wants attentiom from anybody. mistook his buddy's weed afterglow for arousal once but that's the extent of his knowledge.

william: gives off homophobic vibes tbh idk what to say abt him. hella closeted/internal homophobia.

taglist:

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ominoose @krakenkitty @twwcs

GUYS CHILL ABOUT AO3 IT WILL BE OKAY I SWEAR THERE IS PLENTY OF TASTY FIC ON TUMBLR DW DW

Beck and Call

okay so let me explain

actually no don't look at me

well

yeah no.

cw: sex. yeah. blue is blue, condescending, minimal aftercare but it's more like before-care (?) idk. 18+, themes of d/s relationship. consensual and no pain play or anything it's pretty vanilla.

Everybody knew Blue played favorites. The list changed but he always preferred one over the other. If he was bored, he'd pit you against each other with a petty comment, like Myspace in 2006. But no matter how many times girls would tussle and bite for top dog, he had his favorite.

You did nothing to warrant the attention. Nothing exceptional, but you did the work and smiled and danced like anyone else. Still, you were at his beck and call. He'd go so far as to interrupt your session with another client, barging in and pulling you off the man's dick so you could warm him for a while.

Your feet had gone numb from dangling off the edges of his chair. Blue had settled you on his lap, chest to chest. He'd unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt so you could lay against his warm skin. It had been....a while. An hour at least. You'd fallen asleep with your hands fisted gently in his lapels.

An achy, dull warmth poked through the calm quiet of your nap. It prickled and stung like the afternoon heat of July. A thin sheen of sticky sweat had gathered on your thighs. You wanted to move; to shift off his stiff cock and relieve yourself with a stranger.

Blue had specifically told you not to, so you were stuck. A low whine left your lips as you tried to shift as subtly as possible. The hot stickiness was uncomfortable and you needed something. Blue's hand, securely over your ass, grabbed harder.

"Behave," he murmured, still reviewing some stupid report from a client. He never had this much paperwork.

You fussed quietly, squirming under his strong grip. Blue relented to let you pull off your sleep shirt, grinning like a Cheshire cat when your skin shone in the low light. Your soft tits pressed against him as you settled, the cool air a reprieve against your agitated back.

Waves of want were making your folds flutter delicately, weeping onto the silk of his pants. You pressed your nose deep against his collarbone, hoping the heady smell of his cologne would ease the ache. If anything, it made it worse.

Blue hissed in warning when your leg accidentally twitched, squeezing his cock. You mewled in apology. You hadn't meant to, but the overflowing adrenaline was beginning to work against you. His jaw flexed overhead, an exhale ruffling the hair atop your head.

"In a minute, pet," he drawled. He ran his fingers idly up your spine, rubbing gently on your neck.

You shivered again, squeezing his hips with your thighs. Your grip was wrinkling his suit jacket - he'd be pissed later - but the waiting was torturous. You felt like honey had been poured all over you and seeped into your skin. Sticky, warm, sweet dripping out of your veins and between your legs. Your gummy walls had molded to him by now, the slight, constant shifting rubbing the nerves raw.

It was like having the worst bug bite of your life and scratching everywhere but the hotspot. Blue knew, of course, but he liked you like this. Eyes wide, lips still slack with sleep, warmth emanating from your bones. Needing nothing but him.

And wonderfully tight and wet on the inside. He could truthfully sit like this forever.

But that would ruin his second favorite way to enjoy you.

You yelped, curling against him as he dropped his feet from the desk, cock shifting inside to brush there. You could feel him groan pleasantly, the vibration humming through your cheek.

His hands gripped your elbows and eased you out of the locking grip you had around him.

"Not gonna drop you, sugar, lay off."

An impatient huff ruffled his collar as you pouted wetly, eyes glistening.

"Blue," you pleaded, rocking against his hips. Immediately you shuddered and nestled closer, whining at the pleasure. Blue snorted, leaning back to let you get off. He didn't even have to do anything.

You kept your face in his neck - shy little pet, poor thing - as you rocked and moaned, shivering around his girth.

The constant stimulation of the last hour had made you more sensitive than you could bear. Every drag of his cock on your walls tore another moan, louder and more desperate that the one before. Slick dripped and smeared across his clothes.

Blue was swallowing down his own moans, grabbing the arms of his chair for support. He felt like he'd been given the strongest dose of something, but his eyes were heavy and your cunt was soft and tight and oh holy fffu-

You almost fell onto his desk, bucking with the sudden onslaught of a climax. He watched, amazed, as you overstimulated yourself, sloppily thrusting and rubbing over his weeping cock.

"You need it that ba-ahd, sweetheart ah fuck-" He stuttered around a groan, legs twitching as you furiously kept riding him. Your pupils, blown out and lustful, gazed up at him under watery lashes.

"Yeah? Okay, okay," Blue grabbed your hips and rammed up hard. You shrieked, puffy clit dripping from the sharp thrusts.

This was his favorite way to have you. Whining and crying and unable to control yourself, almost pounding yourself to bits against the edge of his desk.

Blue couldn't stand up anymore, the sharp splintering pleasure numbing his calves and sending bouts of shivers through his thighs. He shuddered to the floor, still pounding into your mess.

more more more more please please Blue more

Your words were mumbled and slurred but you needed more. He'd finally scratched the bite, and the mind-numbing pleasure was coupled with a need to keep rubbing and thrusting and

"Ah!"

You arched violently, hands scrabbling for purchase on the stony floor. Blue stuttered his pace, breathing a laugh as he pulled you up, thrusting you against the wall. Your moans were punched by every roll of his hips, tears streaming and mascara smudged to oblivion.

"Good job, pet, good girl," he cooed, garbling into a moan. His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he pounded you faster. A slick, wet sound was echoing in his office. Your thighs burned from the way he caged you against a wall, but it was nothing like the burning need to come and never stop.

He leaned forward and sucked at your tits, nuzzling into the plush warmth. His lips were hot and wet and you arched closer. Blue groaned, suckling bruises across your tummy greedily.

The prickling heat was an inferno, blazing in your lower belly. A new sensation was beginning to coil, and you urged him faster.

please please

He obliged, rutting harshly, his hand snaking down you pinch your clit.

please please

You were so close, you could feel the fingers of your orgasm closing around your throat, choking a yell out of you.

Convulsing against Blue's sweaty chest, you bucked and wailed as he finally hit just right just there yes god oh oh oh

He shushed you, pressing a hand over your mouth and licking your neck, trying to calm your seizing limbs.

Hush, hush don't disrupt the show, baby, good girl, stay quiet- Blue's teeth had latched under your ear and he was rabidly rutting against your pelvic bone, drawing hiccupping sobs from your raw throat. He needed- he needed to cum he needed more...

"Shh, baby," he moaned, "I know, almost done, almostttffuck-"

He shoved in deep, stroking a tenderly sore bit that made your pink, puffy cunt weep another wave of slick. Blue was panting, small whimpers and groans as your cunt contracted in the aftershocks, fluttering and pulsing with your erratic heartbeat.

Every nerve was on fire. You could feel every dust mote and drop of sweat on your skin. too much too much off please

"Blue..." You whined softly, squirming out of his hold. He grunted and shifted off. The sensation of his thick, soft length leaving your cunt was achy and wet. Blue sat back, still coming back to his body. He watched, enraptured, as your folds twitched and glistened with his spend.

The floor was cold, cooling sweat leaving uncomfortably sticky puddles on your chest and arms. Gooseflesh prickled on your back.

Mindlessly, Blue tossed his jacket over you and reached in his desk. He rifled around in a drawer before producing a cloth.

A gentle prodding between your legs set your oversensitive clit alight and you yowled, wriggling away from his hand.

His empty palm firmly smacked your ass. "Quit," he chastised. "I'm cleaning you up." He gently pried your thighs apart and blew coolly over your messy cunt.

"Teasing's over, promise. You did good, dearest." That gentle tone was back, molding your fragile mind into a purring, contented mush. You lay back and let him rub your legs back into feeling. A comfortable warmth was over you now. The scent of him wafting off of his jacket was like a caress over your sensitive skin.

Endorphins had pounded your brain into nothing. Hazy pleasure filled your mind like cotton.

You were jostled and coddled against his chest, before being gently lifted. Blue's heart was still jumping against his ribs, and you smiled, feeling the aftereffects of his orgasm. Your lips sucked gentle kisses onto his shoulder.

His hand patted your head, stroking your hair as he made his way back to his quarters. You could feel his soft length against your leg, momentarily bewildered that he hadn't buttoned up his pants. But the numbing wave of pleasure washed that thought away, and any other that followed.

Syrupy sleep dragged you under, weak and trembling. The rasp of silk sheets and then darkness as you dozed.

He'd be back soon, your nervous heart soothed, he'll come back.

Blue draped himself momentarily over you, breathing your warm scent in deep. His cock twitched in interest. Straightening, Blue rolled his shoulders and swiftly changed his ruined clothes, setting his watch for two hours.

God, he couldn't wait.

tags

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @krakenkitty @ominoose @bulletgoth

i didn't do the others because yall didn't want smut tags but if you were on my other list and wanted to read this then lmk

comment/dm to join

love you xox

smut gets easier the more you write it I'm actually okay with it now tbh

jake lockley

Masterlist! also linked in my desc

Organized by fandom and character

- in progress, will be polished when more are added to the library

- Once I finish or develop the series I'm working on, I will make separate masterlists cause I know how irritating it is to only have one, but for right now this is what you get xox

Miguel O'hara:

Mi Luz - fluff, slow burn 

T minus 10 (pt 1) - series, ongoing, enemies to lovers 

T Minus 10 pt 2

T Minus 10 pt 3

Nathan Bateman:

Deal With It - fluff, sass (gn reader)

Patient - blurb

here, kitty kitty - fluff, cuddles

One fish, Two fish - fluff, coworkers to lovers (genderless)

So soft - fluff, blurb (fem)

Poe Dameron:

Snack - fluff, funny (gn reader)

Playing Favorites (1) - hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers (fem reader)

Playing Favorites (2) - feels, enemies to lovers 

Playing Favorites (3) (coming soon)

Moon Knight (all three)

Clever Boy - fluff, mostly Steven but a bit of Marc, no Jake :( sorry (gn reader)

Duke Leto

Strategy - smut (fem)

Blue Jones:

Skincare - fluff (gn but reader has long hair so idk)

Taglist:

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ridiculous-hibiscus @neeshsoodroppedout

@krakenkitty

@twwcs

@iolaussharpe-24

(dm me if you want to be added/removed!) (series taglists need to be specified if you only want updates from one series/character, if you just say 'add me' I'll add you to everything.)

xox