I'm embarrassingly late, but if you're still having fun with the mistletoe prompts, I'd like to request Quiet with Fives/Tup <3
Mistletoe prompts
9. Quiet
Merry Christmas my friend!!
Coruscant never sleeps, but in this moment Fives feels like it might be holding one collective breath.
The view from their window isn’t much: the blocks of flats opposite, much the same as their own, and at night the reflections of some xenon lights off the bars below and holoboards lining the adjacent throughway. Tonight, though, the foot traffic is slowing, so the ambient chatter and bubble of the city has ebbed to a murmur.
There’s a widely-celebrated natborn holiday tomorrow and many of the flats and shops and establishments have festooned themselves with appropriate decoration. Fives had sourced some colourful lights for their own place, delighted by the cheerful look of them, and Tup had insisted on having some of the glittery tat to hang about the place, too.
They don’t know much of what it’s about, but the decorations look nice, and the younglings in the opposite unit like to peer out behind their curtains to watch the lights before their bedtimes. If nothing else, it’s good for morale
Tup had assured him some time ago that he was on his way home and most definitely hadn’t gotten lost. Fives may not be totally convinced, because Coruscant is a maze of a warren and the only place he will go without a navi to hand is the local corner shop, but he trusts Tup. So, he has a timer counting down to an hour before he’ll send out a search party.
The timer only reaches twenty-nine minutes elapsed by the time Tup activates the door lock and lets himself in.
“Hey,” he calls. “I’m back.”
“In one piece,” Fives replies, already in the entrance to greet him. “I’ll admit, for a moment you had me worried—”
Tup snaps out a fist to punch him in the shoulder. “It was one time,” he bemoans. “One time!”
“The greatest indicator of a repeat offense is a first incident.”
“Those jokes weren’t funny when Echo first came up with them.”
“Ah,” Fives says, grinning as he watches Tup roll his eyes and hang up his coat, “but they aren’t wrong.”
“Of course not,” Tup agrees. He reaches into one of the many bags he’s dumped in the hall and comes up with a fist full of plant and a roll of tape. “Here, I think you’ll find this more interesting. Help me stick it to the door frame.”
“That better not take the paint off,” Fives grumbles, but he does as he’s told. (It’s almost thrilling to think about how millions of credits’ worth of kaminoan engineering is currently being used as a glorified tape dispenser. Even if it hadn’t been Tup asking, doing so would be worth it just for that.)
“Perfect,” Tup declares. He steps back and surveys his work with a satisfied smile. “Don’t you think?”
“Lovely,” Fives agrees. “What is it?”
“The seller told me it’s a Mid-Rim tradition. Two people standing under this plant have to kiss, otherwise it’s bad luck.”
Fives frowns. “And is it good luck if they do?”
Tup smiles more and steps under it, turning around and pulling Fives with him. “I don’t know, but you have to kiss me now. Who knows what’ll happen?”
Smiling with him, Fives makes a show of consideration between Tup and the plant. “I don’t know… Maybe I’m willing to make the sacrifice…”
Tup’s jaw drops in mock outrage. “Hey!”
“For science, you know? Gotta test the theory, see if it has any credibility to it.”
“Or you could just kiss me.”
Tup doesn’t usually pull it out, but he is very, oddly good at using the power of his pout to get his way. Notably, this doesn’t work on anyone except Fives and Dogma and occasionally Rex; this has yet to be pointed out to any of them, and likely never will.
Fives snorts and leans in to bump their foreheads together amiably. “Of course,” he capitulates. “We’re always better off safe than sorry.”
“Not because I’m your wonderful partner, or anything.”
“Or anything.”
Kissing Tup is and has always been the only feeling Fives could possibly call home. Not their flat, though cozy and rightfully theirs. Not Coruscant. Certainly not Kamino. Tup, and everything that he is, and the way he chooses to share every part of himself with Fives: that is home.
His lips are soft and familiar and delightful against Fives’ own. He kisses like he means to stay here forever, and Fives is willing to let him, kissing back with full intentions to keep doing this until the day he dies.
The warmth of holding Tup close, strange decorations and holidays and Mid-Rim plants aside, is the only thing Fives never ever wants to see change.
“Hm,” Tup murmurs, pulling back and murmuring against Fives’ mouth. “Here’s hoping for some good luck coming our way.”
“I think I can see some coming very soon indeed,” Fives says. He begins to walk Tup backwards, away from the door and the outside world and towards their bedroom. “Very, very soon.”
Tup cackles and forces Fives to drag him the whole way there. He yells when Fives tries to shoulder lift him and tackles him to the floor instead, thoroughly derailing Fives’ well-planned operation. But get there they do, eventually, and Tup is still laughing, so Fives knows all must be good in their tiny, quiet corner of the galaxy.
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dom charlie walker fucking you infront of a mirror😍
this is canon, actually ! (charlies kinda toxic here but we all love the toxic ones, don't we?)
mirror, mirror🪞- c, walker ,,
"look at you, such a slut for this cock, aren't you?" charlie had you bent over the bathroom sink, fucking you so good from behind, leaving you to stare into your own eyes.
you would've felt embarrassed, humiliated, even, if it didn't feel as ecstatic as it did.
he mocked you, too. "mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the biggest whore for my dick of all, hm?" he'd as rhetorically before he'd pull your hair so your back was flush against his toned chest as he fucked up into you.
this new position had your back arched pornographically, and his tip was hitting so much deeper.
it didn't take long for you to cum after charlie snaked his other hand around your abdomen and onto your clit, drawing fast circles.
"go on, cum all over that cock you love so much," you were moaning so loud, you were sure the whole city knew his name. two more rough thrusts and the coil in your stomach unraveled.
you felt hot, everywhere, you felt him, everywhere. his own thrusts got sloppier as his groans got more guttural as he was pushed closer to release.
"gonna let me cum inside this pretty pussy, huh?" he asked you, genuinely. "please," you whimpered as you tried to cum down from your high. "fucking slut," he muttered under his breath.
he came inside your womb not 10 seconds later.
charlie watched as his cum and yours mixed and dripped down your bare thighs.
and he couldn't have that, so he got on his knees and pushed his fingers into your raw hole, forcing all the liquid to stay in you.
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