Cyare: Ah Yes, The Five Love Languages…

Y/N: Get out of my room, Wreck!

Wrecker: *being a little shit and standing outside the doorframe* I’m not in your room!

Y/N: HUNTER-

Wrecker: Hey! No fair! You can’t just call Hunter every time you want to get your way!

Y/N: Fine.

Y/N:

Y/N: CROSSHAIR-

Wrecker: *immediately running away* That’s so much worse and you know it!

going soft on me? [crosshair x reader]

content: penetrative sex, crosshair needs a hug (a lot more in reality but we don't have time for all of that folks)

yeah idrk. this might be shit. i just have a weakness for rough exterior soft interior characters. you guys know.

THIS FIC CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT. IF YOU ARE NOT 18+ DNI

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You’re under him getting your insides rearranged when you feel his hand slither up your body. His rough skin caresses yours with the touch of almost an entirely different person, slowly trailing up your body until he interlocks your fingers together and stills there, a grunt leaving his parted lips.

The way your eyes open in shock isn't intentional. No, really, you swear it isn't. You're just taken by surprise, is all. You know he's not having a good day, and judging by the pent-up way he takes you after a week of separation, probably not having a good week either.

Crosshair slowly starts moving again, dark and louder grunts escaping his closed mouth with each jerk that sends your chin dipping up and eyes rolling back again. It's dizzying how he anchors both of you with where your hands meet and hold each other; you want to gaze toward them, look at him and see if he's looking at the connection but his thrusts are making it too damn hard.

Instead, you just squeeze his hand softly with a small whine. And he stops completely. For a moment you're scared he's not breathing. But then he exhales a heavy sigh, letting his body fall onto yours completely. You gasp slightly, almost feeling suffocated, but as he adjusts to rest the side of his face beside you, kissing your temple softly and rocking his hips again, you're pleasantly surprised at how smothered you feel, in the best way possible.

Then, he squeezes your hand, tight, and continues working at his pleasure without any regard for you (Not that you really mind, you already came from his fingers alone). But he's so oddly gentle, sort of intimate, fucking you almost like a lover instead of a release he always seems to take from you greedily.

You decide to tease him a little. With a small smile playing across your lips, you turn and whisper to him,

"Going soft on me?"

The loudest noise comes out of him today; a surprised, yet delighted chuckle as he chuckles his head and squeezes your hand again, using the other to grip your waist and readjust you softly. He looks into your eyes, and you swear if you could turn his irises into something touchable you would sink right in `cause you have never seen him looking so delicately ready to break.

"Don't even dare suggest it," He barks with no bite. You just roll your eyes and take your free hand, wrapping it around his neck and bringing him down for a kiss. You won't, because if you call it out too much he'll stop immediately and you'll never get it back again. And you think you like this part of Crosshair.

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candy crush. rex x f!reader. domestic & suggestive, acotar spoilers lol. mdni

“see, look. piece of cake.”

you turn your attention from your book to watch the remnants of the matching game rex is playing. power ups are exploding on the large screen of his ipad. a ‘good job’ floats across the screen in stylized purple.

he’s got one life left, out of five. you look from the screen to him, reach over and pat his forearm.

“that’s nice, honey,” you say. you gaze flits down his exposed chest, then to where the sheets and duvet barely keep him decent. you hadn’t actually been paying attention to when he got into bed, and it doesn’t look like he’s got any underwear on, as you can see his hipbone and the very outside of his v line.

rex smiles. he leans into your space, looking over your shoulder. “hows your book?”

“you know. same as ever. they’re going to have a baby but there’s complications because he has wings and she’s a human. he’s just told his brothers and now everyone needs to make a big deal about it,” you say, bored. you put down your book and instead lift the covers, more interested on figuring out of rex has on bottoms.

“what happened?” you ask, not looking up from where you can see his cock. just flaccid, content under the blankets.

“what do you mean?” rex asks, already engrossed in the next level.

“why no underwear?”

“i was nice and clean from my shower.”

“and is your underwear not nice and clean?”

“well,” rex sets the ipad against his chest. “i was going to come in and romance you into taking off your clothes, but you were occupied with your little fairy boys.”

“they’re fae,” you correct him, meeting his gaze while you let the duvet fall. “you could have interrupted me.”

rex shrugs, picking his ipad back up. “seems like a lot is going on in your book.”

“i’m just reading,” you huff. you dogear your page and set it aside. “i’m sorry i didn’t notice you getting into bed naked.”

“i was standing around naked for a while too,” rex sniffs. “brushed my teeth and everything.”

“well i’m glad you brushed your teeth,” you say. “i’m paying attention now.”

“moment’s passed,” rex says, but he’s fighting a smile as he glances up from his game.

you hum, sliding your hand under the duvet and over his thigh, inching through his pubic hair to feather over his cock. “yeah, right.”

“moment’s passed,” rex repeats, making a match on his ipad. your finger slides through the slit at his tip, and he stirs against your touch.

both of you make eye contact. hold it.

“has it?” you question.

“let me finish this level,” rex says quickly.

“it’s now or never,” you tease, rising to your knees and shimmying the blankets back.

you settle between his thighs. immediately, rex dumps the game on the nightstand, spreading out to make more room for you.

“lock it so i can’t hear that stupid music,” you say, taking a firmer grip around his cock and stroking once.

rex scrambles to do so.

Despite everything.

I named my cat after you because she pulls your facial expressions sometimes

Good call.

might as well

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

How I think that top-secret time on Kashyyyk would have gone. Yoda would probably like the other three but Crosshair would be more likely to drive him to insanity.

Oh thank you :] I didn't realise they changed it sorry.

Hunter: I hate you with every inch of my body

Crosshair: …not many inches…

*laughs in just found out that the girl I like, the first person I've properly liked, only flirted with me as a playful joke because I'm her friend and that she's got a crush on another girl.. Also apparently she didn't realise she was flirting after sending texts like "👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 could be us".*