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lilacliquors · 10 months

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a queen's throne

pairing: soldier boy ( ben ) x reader

prompt 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face

word count: 935

contents: 18+ minors dni, facesitting, praise kink, dom!reader, actually more plot here than my last two wow, probably some gaslighting idk, and the lovely @mishapocalyse says it best, soldier boy is his own warning

notes: this was a request from an anon last night, but somehow, tumblr emptied my inbox and left me with no requests, even from before the special. this means my inbox is practically empty and you can request more stuff.

here is the link to the 1k special rules. please send in requests <3

having a supe for a lover was both a blessing and a curse. especially one as well known as your ben. dealing with paparazzi, promotional events, other women hanging all over him, it was hard on you. but despite what the tabloids wanted you to believe, he only had eyes for you. and god, what beautiful eyes they were.

he proved it to you nearly every night when he came home. the way he ravished your body, praised you, complimented you, made you see stars, it was all you needed to serve as a reminder that you were home to him, and you always thought that he'd never stray too far from a safe and loving home.

but one night in particular, it was rough. his performance on solid gold was in the final rehearsal stages, and to see all of those gorgeous dancers hang all over him, to see him bask in their attention, it made your chest feel tight. your face felt hot and your palms were sweaty as you saw him look at one woman, with beautiful tanned skin and dark sultry eyes, with a bedroom look you thought was reserved only for you. you stood abruptly, and that caught his attention from across the room. when he saw you leave, he knew he'd fucked up.

it didn't take him that long to catch up with you, you had situated yourself in his private dressing room to compose yourself, and when he saw you, there was a lump in his throat that he'd never felt before. you looked small, curled up on the couch with your legs tucked in and your arms crossed, and he shut the door behind him as gently as he could.

"was i wrong about you?" you asked, not once looking up at him.

"wrong about me?" he was caught off guard by the sudden question, and he arched a brow.

"all those times i defended you, said you were loyal, laughed off anyone who said otherwise. was i wrong?"

"no, no. no, you weren't wrong. it's all an act up there. you know it's all an act. it's never been anything more. and i don't know what's got you thinking otherwise this time," he said.

"no cameras were rolling this time. they yelled cut. i heard them. and you looked at her like ... shit, i'm shocked you didn't just rip her skin tight suit off right then and there!"

"you're being ridiculous. you know there's no one else i'd rather fuck than you. been that way for a while," he said, and you stood, letting your hands rest on your hips.

"then get over here. for all the trouble you just caused, you need to apologize."

there was a glint in his eye as he looked at you, his gaze lingering on the skirt you'd worn just for him, and he walked towards you in a trance like state.

"and how do you want me to do that?" he whispered, his hands gripping your waist.

"we're gonna put your mouth to good use. on your back, on the floor. now."

you were the only one who ever dare to order him around like this. and he loved it. dutifully, he got onto his knees first, then settled onto the floor, face up. you pulled your top off and tossed it aside, then reached under your skirt to shimmy your panties down your legs and drop them to the floor. you stepped out of them kept your shoes, skirt, and bra on, and got down to the floor as well. you crawled over until you were settled comfortably over his face, and you felt his hands holding onto your calves. you looked down into his pretty green eyes, nodded, and eased yourself down the rest of the way, his face disappearing under your skirt.

like a man starved, his tongue flattened against your cunt, your arousal sweet and inviting. your head tilted back as the tip of his tongue teased your clit, as you sighed as he toyed with it further. the sounds from between your thighs were obscene, and you couldn't help but grind down onto his tongue. one of your hands gripped his hair as you rocked yourself, using him as you saw fit. your clit bumped against his nose, and you whimpered quietly.

you heard him groan against you, his hands rubbed your legs, massaged your calves, gripped your ankles. anything he could do to either get you to press down harder or simply keep you in place. the gasps and moans leaving your lips were like music to his ears, and he could tell by the rapid beating of your heart that you were close.

he lapped at your folds, sucked on your clit, turned his head to nip at your thighs, it all drove you wild. you bucked your hips and held his head in place by his hair as you came, crying out as your thighs shook. he held you in place, not allowing you to pry yourself away from him, and he drank every last drop you could spare.

you were a sweaty, panting mess when he finally let you go, and you inched backwards so you could sit on his lap as he sat up. immediately, you leaned forward and kissed him, and his arms wrapped around your body, pinning you against him until he again had his fill.

"am i forgiven?" he breathed, his forehead resting against yours.

"until the next time you piss me off," you replied, and his grin was wolfish in nature.

"sounds good to me."

#atomwritez #atomwritez 1k special #1k spicy special #soldier boy smut #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy

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mochamvgz · 4 months

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what they feel like💽 maknae line

; suggested by @sacrificialstars (ily skits ><)

; genre: headcanon

; warnings: none

; 0.3k words

; tags: @inkelea @bunreis @sobun1est @kbookshelf

sunoo || daisies

daisies radiate a warm and bright energy that i associate with sunoo. if I had a garden i'd definitely grow daisies. they have a peaceful yet enthusiastic vibe that's not overwhelming, sort of like basking in the sun in winter or when the weather is a little chilly. it's not the kind that makes you squint your eyes. that's what daisies remind me of. flowers in general are the kinds of gifts that you can't help but appreciate, they can instantly brighten up anyone's day. with daisies especially, it doesn't have to be a whole extravagant bouquet or anything. the raw simplicity of these flowers is awe-inspiring in itself, just like how sunoo looks loveliest when dressed comfortably.

jungwon || going out at night in winter

am I thinking of jungwon's night selcas right now? absolutely. maybe you are too. it could be a late-night convenience store run, walking your pet, having hot soupy ramyeon by the han river or just wandering around aimlessly; decked in puffer jackets over layers of clothing, or maybe you prefer long coats, take your pick. he feels like calmness and coziness, like letting the night sky take away your worries and taking shadow selfies. it also helps that his boba eyes resemble the endless stretch of black that's overhead with little twinkles scattered through them like stars.

niki || watching kids' shows when you're older

tom and jerry? phineas and ferb? pokemon? all the other cool animated shows? that's what i'm talking about. niki is nostalgia in its best form, and not just because he's the maknae of the group. laughing until you're clutching your stomach as you're transported back to when you were 7 and couldn't possibly imagine growing out of the shows you love so much.

; a/n: it's been so long since i wrote something wow💀 sorry if this is bad i feel kinda rusty okay. to the lovely people who also sent suggestions in my inbox, i promise i'm gonna work on them!! i'm doing them in chronological order and skits sent this first, here it is! i'm so thankful to everyone who came to my rescue mwah!!💓💓

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the-lady-of-stars · 3 years

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The one about the Gonk droid and the Comm

For @itsyellow ☺️

Crosshair x Reader

Peace, love and kisses for my man Crosshair bc boy does he deserve it after todays episode. No spoilers for TBB. No plot at all tbh just shameless love for grumpy man. Somebody give this man a kiss pls.

Warnings: Very brief non-explicit mention of sex near the end but nothing graphic at all it's just Wrecker poking fun at Cross and reader.

My inbox is still open for requests! See my earlier post for details :)

You left your bunk on the Maurauder just in time to watch Crosshair storm off the ship, lips pulled into a thin grimace.

You immediately turned to look at the rest of the boys, furrowing your brows in silent questioning. The sheepish smile on Wrecker's face told you enough about what had occurred.

As much as they loved each other, Wrecker's boistorous and loud personality often clashed with that of his silent and snarky brother, something which proved to be the starting point for many arguments when they were crowded together on such a small ship.

With a roll of your eyes you slipped out the ramp and headed over to your sniper who was now perched on top of a tall rock glaring out over the forest. You basked in the feeling of grass beneath your boots, enjoying the fresh air that the planet you had temporarily stopped on provided.

Crosshair, as you had expected, was polishing his rifle with a cloth, a habit he had formed to calm himself down. He paid you no notice as you settled next to him, just meticulously scrubbing at the rifle.

"Cross." No answer. "Look at me. Please?" you spoke softly and sweetly to him, not wanting to anger him any further. You knew his annoyance at Wrecker wouldn't last long, it never did, but when he was angry Crosshair was a ticking bomb.

The sniper huffed out a sigh, carefully placing his rifle down before turning to meet your gaze. You smiled at him, and Crosshair immediately felt his irritation melting away at the tenderness in your eyes.

"What happened back there?" you asked tentatively.

He groaned, scowling at the memory. "Wrecker was weightlifting that karking gonk-droid again and he slammed it down on my comm. I'd only taken it off for a second before he crushed it. Tech's got it now, but there's only so much you can do to fix a pile of scrap metal with sparks coming out of it."

You choked lightly, trying to hide your laughter under the guise of a cough.

"Oh, think that's funny do you?"

Crosshair tried to get up to storm off yet again but you grabbed his wrist and lightly tugged him back down.

"Hey, hey no. 'S not funny. Not at all," once again you barely concealed a snort, resulting in the sniper rolling his eyes back. You didn't miss, however, the way his mouth began to form a grin.

Crosshair sighed to himself, finding his thoughts drifting to how you were his weak spot, how something about you brought him a feeling of peace that no other could.

He shook his head with a huff of laughter, finally seeing the humorous side as his anger faded.

"Gonna kill 'im," he grumbled, turning to face you and taking your hands in his.

You laughed openly this time, and Crosshair felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. Tech had described him as 'wrapped around your finger' a few days ago, and as much as he hated to admit it, his little brother was right.

Cross smiled, playing absentmindedly with your fingers as you sat cross-legged facing each other.

"I'm sure he didn't mean to drop it on your comm, Cross," you reassured with a smile.

"Eh, I know. Doesn't make the sheb-head any less annoying though."

You snickered then lifted his hands to your face, pressing a soft kiss against the knuckles of each one. Crosshair found himself in a trance, feeling his skin heat up as your plush lips skimmed across his hands.

He slid one hand out of your grasp to reach up and gently cup your jaw, running a thumb over your cheek. His breath caught in his throat as you leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed. You tilted your head to the side to press a kiss to his palm. In return, Cross pulled the hand he was still holding to his lips and mirrored your previous actions, trailing kisses across the peaks of your knuckles.

It didn't matter how Crosshair liked to portray himself to outsiders. The second you came close to him he would always drop his cold and bitter facade in exchange for tenderness and passion.

"I love you," he breathed against your skin, barely audible but still music to your ears.

"I love you too, Cross. More than you'll ever know."

He exhaled deeply before shifting closer to you, lifting both hands now to cup your jaw and pull you in for a kiss. There was no rushing this time, no swift kisses stolen when his brothers weren't looking, no rapid pecks before charging into gunfire, there was just pure emotion.

Crosshair didn't need to use words to tell you how he felt. The way he tilted his head to swipe his lips oh so perfectly against yours told you enough, and you found yourself reaching behind his neck to pull him closer. You lowered one hand to rest it flat over his heart, feeling how strongly it pounded, how fast it jumped. You'd be lying if you said you were in any better state. His tongue lightly traced your bottom lip before he tugged on it with his teeth playfully, grinning.

He wormed his hands under your thighs and scooped you up into his lap, deepening the kiss. Crosshair felt high in that moment, caught up in the taste of your lips and the way your soft skin nuzzled against his. Your hands clutched the back of the collar of his blacks at the base of his neck, keeping him secure and close as you could.

The two of you were so caught up in the moment, in fact, that you failed to notice Wrecker bounding towards you until he practically roared out Crosshair's name in joy. He groaned deeply, his annoyance at his brother returning at being interrupted.

"What, Wrecker? Can't you see we're a little busy here?" he spoke sharply, turning his attention to the large man who was parading Crosshair's comm up in the air at the end of an extended arm.

"Tech fixed it! See? Good as new!" he bellowed, waving it around.

Crosshair groaned, reaching out to snatch it from his brother's grip before he went and broke it again.

"That's great, Wrecker. Now. D'you mind?" he sharply motioned his head in the direction of the Marauder, signalling his brother to return and leave him alone.

Wrecker convulsed with laughter at this, clutching his sides.

"Yeah, sure! I'll leave you alone so you can keep makin' out with your girl. Don't have too much fun though. Me and the boys are only over there in the ship and we sure as kriff don't wanna hear anything like we did the other night from your bunk."

You choked at this, turning to hide your face from Wrecker in embarassment, naturally only sending him into another fit of laughter.

"Wrecker!" Crosshair howled, pointing a finger aggressively at the Marauder.

"Alright, alright, I'm goin'." Wrecker chuckled, turning to depart for the ship but not before shooting you a heavy wink.

You groaned, hiding your face in Crosshair's neck. "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to show my face to your brothers again."

Cross' chest shook in laughter. "Oh well, they'll get used to it."

#crosshair x reader #the bad batch x reader

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