TW!: blood, violence(but sexy), penetrative sex, pegging, sub!wade dom!reader. (Basically you blow his brain out during sex)
THESE ARE FAKE CHARACTERS IN FAKE SCENARIOS!!!
I know nothing about guns.
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Wade was the one to bring it up; it started as a joke, a "what if you used a gun in bed," and slowly turned into "please use a gun in bed," and who were you to say no to him? It'd be empty anyways... That's what you thought, but somehow you end up in between his legs holding a gun with a singular bullet in it; you know how many shots it would take for the bullet to rush out. Three.
With that knowledge, you hold the gun up to Wade's forehead while you shove all eight inches of silicone cock into his aching hole; it makes him squirm, biting down on his scarred lip as he watches the way you move.
"Fuck!-go faster, yeah? I like it rough!" He gushes out as you press the gun further into his skin, making him slightly curl into himself, shoulders raising higher as he pouts, "I don't think you're in the position to boss me around now, are ya, Wade?" You question as you lean into him, hips jerking forward forcefully, which draws a long moan from his throat.
From that point on, you purposefully slow down, giving him long, deep strokes that force moans from his throat, and he basically drools at the feeling of the silicone pressing into him.
"I'm two bullets away from blowing your head off." You try to sound threatening, but it only draws a shiver from the man as he bites down on his bottom lip as though trying to draw blood, and knowing him, he probably was. You bring his other leg up to your side, which he gladly complies, and let his calf rest on your shoulder.
"Love when you talk dirty to me!!" He swoons.You've basically got him in a mating press; your lower stomach is inches away from his, and each time you pull your sweaty body away, you feel his balls stick and then slowly peel away from your skin.
It takes a few more thrusts and a lack of the clicking sound from the gun for Wade to speak up and complain very loudly, "Are you gonna shoot that thing, or you just gonna wave it around?"
"You want me to?" You question as if it weren't already obvious when he handed you a loaded gun.
"Abso-fucking-lutely," he grins up at you, and for a moment you aren't sure about it; you knew the wound would close as fast as it opens, yet you worried about what type of person that would make you.
You kind of shrug as you pull yourself from the thought as you hear his voice echo through your head.
"Com'mon, shoot me, baby!" He chokes out through a harsh moan as his eyes force themselves open to meet yours."Blow my fucking brains out!" He huffs oh so lovingly as he grips onto the sheets below him, hands trembling, trying to hold onto this feeling a little longer. It takes you a while; if you were even an ounce sane, you'd tell him that was crazy, but you're dating THEE Deadpool.
You were far past "crazy" at this point. -"Alright, red dead," you start as a form of agreement, and that alone gets him worked up.
"you ready?" You ask him, and he nods like an eager puppy waiting for a treat. You hold the gun up and pull the slide back just to hear the clicking sound that makes Wade squeak in excitement.
You slowly lower the gun to his head, and it's hard to keep it steady since you're actively pumping into him with such force that pushes him further up the bed with each thrust.
"Yes! Yes!" He looks up at you with pleading eyes, and though they seem to be pitch white, they still have the effect on you.
Click
Nothing comes out yet, and Wade sucks in a sharp breath. You give him a few more harsh, slow thrusts, making sure every inch was stuffed inside him, and as the anticipation grew, you felt his legs begin to shake as he slowly but surely lost any ounce of control left.
"Wow, that does it for ya?" You try to tease, but the man has never been one for shame; he nods aggressively, his fuck-me eyes have never been stronger. "You know it does." He pokes out his lips when he says it; of course, it doesn't give the same cute effect it does when his mask is on, yet you think he looks cuter this way.
His brow bones tilt upwards so harshly, and a bead of sweat falls directly in between them; you swear it was something out of a fucking movie.
Without a word you pull back on the trigger again.
Click
He retracts into himself this time, and even with the knowledge that the bullet wouldn't come out, he whines like a deer with a broken foot when it doesn't. His eyes squeeze shut as he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, his legs tremble not, and all he can do is let out a "yes" in a whispered tone, completely and utterly defeated. He repeats it until he feels his orgasm sneak up on him past the point of return, and right before it comes crashing into him, you pull back on the trigger.
Bang
For Wade, he had felt such an intense orgasm wash over him; the tips of his fingers tingled, and you hear the crack of his toes curling into themselves. He can't seem to push out a breath at the moment, the feeling in his abdomen far too strong.
And for you, you watch as his blood splatters over your freshly washed sheets, the noise making you flinch slightly. You stop pushing the toy into him as his legs spasm and the hole in his head slowly closes itself up.
He looks as though he had finally been brought back down to reality, and he lets out a harsh breath and then pants as though he just learned to breathe.
"Fuck!" He finally lets go of the sheets and tries to relax his muscles, yet they stills pasm.
Spencer x reader and theyāre on the jet, and reader moves sideways so Spencer can lay on her. He falls asleep with his head on her chest, and when the team notices it leads to relentless teasing. Reader gets protective, which leads to even MORE teasing?
Hi it's been like three years but I wanna start writing again so here's thisš (ps if it's bad... Take me out back idk)
It hadn't been long since the team had gotten back on the jet; it was safe to say everyone was ready to get back home and sleep in an actual comfortable bed, but for now the slightly soft cushions of the jet will do.
You and Spencer had previously been talking about some book he read all about while staying at the hotel, yet when you two actually took your seats, his chatter had started to die down little by little until he'd fallen silent.
You looked over at him a few times, and his eyes had been open, yet not even seconds later you feel his long hair brush against your shoulder, and you're sure he'd be able to fall asleep like that, but you'd feel guilty if he woke up with a sore neck later.
It doesn't take you long to shift your body, turning your back towards the window that you could never bring yourself to look out of despite the view.
His body moves with yours; he hardly even questions it as you guide his head between your arms, cheek pressed against your chest as his shoulders slightly relax. It takes a few minutes for you to realize a chuckle from across the table, and low and behold, there was Derek Morgan watching with a raised eyebrow and AJ, who pretends as though she wasn't looking as her eyes fall back down to her book. They don't speak, but the grins on their faces draw a grin to yours.
"What?" You say like it isn't obvious, and Derek shrugs. "No, nothing. I've just... never seen two coworkers cuddle like that." He tries to make it sound casual, but it comes out as anything but, his voice laced with a teasing tone. "Oh please, I don't want to hear anything about coworker relationships from you," you tease back with a chuckle, and it takes a moment, but AJ speaks, not looking up from her book: "Would you want to hear it from me?" "You too?" You question, looking across from your seat to see Emily, who had skipped out on her nap and got straight to her crossword puzzles.
"He's right... I smell lovers," she says, pretending to mumble the last part, and you scoff and don't even bother looking towards Houch. You hear, or rather feel, Spencer's breathing pattern slightly change, making you shake your head in dismissal before speaking again.
"Alright, alrightādrop it." You try to sound stern, but admittedly your voice cracks, and the team shares glances, Morgan shaking his head before he decides to actually drop it.
Of course, Derek would mention how you were turning red later on when you were so "feisty over Spencer getting his beauty sleep" as he'd word it.
Chapter Summary: Two idiots who may or may not be in love convince themselves theyāre having meaningless sex.
Word count: 7.6k
Warnings: smut, oral sex (giving and receiving), masturbation in front of an audience (Rocket), dirty talk, slightly rough oral sex, inexperienced partner
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The aftermath of the snap had hit you heavily and all at once.
It was most noticeable in the little things: well-loved gardens suddenly left overgrown and untended, rife with weeds and ivy; abandoned market stalls full of moldered produce, forgotten until rot had seeped into the wooden displays; the cheeks of a child, studded with tears, who watched their mother blow away with the wind.
Half the world gone.
It was tough on Nebula, too. She was already predisposed to a quiet sort of brooding as she struggled to cope with her brutal past under Thanosā thumb, and that aspect of her only intensified when she lost her sister.
She spent a lot of time with you, early on. The two of you would sit together, shoulder to shoulder; neither of you spoke, but youād find solace in one anotherās company anyway.
Of the three of you though, Rocket took the loss the hardest, yet mourned it the least.
Pete and the others were gone, and suddenly Rocket was the most qualified of you three to spearhead the protection of a galaxy that still needed guardians. He locked himself in his room for a rotation, but by next morning, he was already back to maintaining the ship or inventing some new weapon of mass destruction like nothing even happened. It made you angry at first, that he was just going to carry on and pretend the whole world didnāt get turned upside downālike half of the people that mattered most to all of you werenāt as good as dead.
The two of you hardly spoke in those first few cycles.
Your frustration with him simmered down over time, before fizzling out completely into pure concern as the days continued to pass and Rocket seemed only to bury himself further into his work. Any gentle coaxing or attempts to tell him to get some rest would fall on deaf ears.
āYou donāt gotta coddle me,ā he snapped during one particularly bad night, fur prickled and teeth bared. āIām fine.ā
āYou havenāt slept in at least a full rotation. Youāre gonna crash and burn at this rate.ā
āWell, the galaxyāll keep movinā regardless of whether Iām up to see it or not, and thatās time we canāt afford to lose right now. As it stands, I got work to do.ā
āRocket,ā you said softly. Looking back, the gentleness in your tone was probably what set him off.
āNo,ā he snarled and slammed a fist on his workbench. You jumped at the noise as his equipment clattered with the impact. āDid you have anythinā important to say? Or are you just here to waste my time like you always do?ā
How fucking dare he. You glared at him, eyes watery. The worst part was that all of your anger was nothing compared to the deep hurt you felt.
āThey were my family too, you know. Insult me all you want if thatās what makes you fucking feel better, but not sleeping isnāt gonna bring them back any faster,ā you spat. Rocket stiffened under your fury. You struggled to blink back your tears and turned your head away from him, refusing to let him see how affected you were.
The tension in the room ran thick and nauseating.Ā
Rocket clenched and unclenched his fists, and turned back to his workbench with a sigh.Ā
You knew he wouldnāt apologize, and neither would youāthe two of you remained silent, stewing in the uneasy atmosphere as you were met with an impasse. You sighed and began to step away, but not before leaving him with one final thought.
āI just...take care of yourself, Rocket. I donāt want to see you work yourself to death,ā you said, halfway out the door. You didnāt turn to look at him as you spoke. āā¦Youāre one of the only people I have left.ā
Rocket said nothing, and didnāt stop you when you walked away.
The next day, his apology came to you in the form of breakfast, and a few hours of relinquishing control to you while he slept in his hammock. He started giving you little gifts as well: freshly polished weapons, upgraded equipment, Terran datapads containing romance novels he knew you likedālittle things that he could brush off as meaningless.
āItās all crap that needed fixing anyway,ā he would reason, āand youāre probably the only person planetside who likes this schmoopy-lovey shit; better it goes to you than endinā up in the trash.ā
He insisted they werenāt gifts, but they were gifts nonetheless.
You stopped pestering him as much about overworking himself too, when you sat beside him one night in the cockpit and he gave you one, quiet admission once heād thought you had fallen asleep.
āThereās so much shit thatās out of my hands. Shit I wish I could go back and change, but I canāt.ā His grip on the wheel tightened, his throat bobbing as he swallowed before speaking again. āIām tired of chasinā ghosts. Flying, steerinā the shipā¦this is the one thing I know I can do right. The one thing I can count on myself not to fuck up.ā
You hung around Rocket more after that, curious about what other hidden depths he had to offer. Curiosity gave way to fascination, then respect.
It was probably sometime then, between moments shared beneath the stars, jokes and beers swapped between hands, and little gifts-but-not-gifts exchanged, that your quiet admiration for the Benatarās surly pilot turned into something much softer and sweeter than you were willing to admit out loud.
ā
A part of you wonders if you might just be dreaming.
Rocket sighs into your neck, and begins to plant more suckling little kisses into your skin. You roll your head back and he groans his approval, scraping his teeth along your pulse. You press your thighs together, surprised when you feel your cunt ache, slick and sticky.
When he speaks, his lips and his fur brush against your neck in a way that makes you shiver.
āYou ever touch yourself?ā he rasps.Ā
You consider his question.
The Benatar is a technological marvel; Rocket has tuned the ship to perfection over time, but he never did quite get around to adding soundproofing. Thereās very little opportunity forā¦ self-care as a result. You wonder if the ensuing sexual frustration is the reason why every little touch from him burns electric, or if your body is just naturally reactive because itās him.
āUm. Sometimes.ā
He pulls away from your neck and lifts a brow at you. āSometimes? Come onālegs apart.ā
You do as he says without hesitation.Ā
Rocket widens his eyes at your immediate obedience, then grins wickedly.
āYouāre the eager type, huh? I can work with that.ā
It does occur to you that maybe you should be a little embarrassed at how quickly you respond to his orders, but you hadnāt been expecting him to be so direct.Ā
Itās not like you havenāt seen Rocket boss people around before, either. As much heart as the rest of your team has, Rocket has always been the actual strategist of the group, able to craft plans and tell people what needs to be done to execute them. Even when Pete was there to act as the guardiansā figurehead, it was hard not to notice how often he relied on Rocket to turn his concepts into reality. That said, itās downright dizzying to have that commanding energy directly focused on you; you canāt help but give him whatever he wants.
Rocket gives you one last, parting kiss before hopping down from your chair. His tail wraps languidly around your calf as he places his palm on your knee, stroking inward and up towards the apex of your thighs. He pauses right before his claw can even scrape against your cunt, and squeezes your thigh softly before dragging his hand back downward. You want to clamp your legs together and trap his hand between them, to give yourself some frictionā but he said legs apart , so you obey.
He watches your reaction closely then backs away, tucking his hands into his pockets. You nearly whine at the loss of his touch. Rocket pretends not to notice, casually stepping back and shifting his weight from one foot to the other, like heās talking about the weather.
āWhy donāt you show me?ā he asks, gesturing toward you.Ā
āShow you? Likeātouch myself in front of you?ā
āMhm. Wanna see how cute you look when you fuck yourself before I get my hands all over you.ā His lids droop lower and he leans back against the console in front of you, crossing his arms. Heās got a shit-eating grin on his face as he speaks. āThink you can do that, sweetheart? Think you can get yourself to come on your fingers a couple times? Just for me?ā
Oh my godāheās going to kill you. His voice is so deep and rumbly and he talks so filthy. You donāt think anyoneās ever spoken to you like this before, and now every word he says knocks around in your mind. After tonight, youāll probably end up pavloving your cunt into dripping any time he so much as makes a soundālike a fucking dog.
āOh,ā you say, scandalized.
Rocket snickers.
āAw. Donāt tell me youāre gettinā all shy on me. You were real bold earlier.ā He pauses to consider you, and his sharp gaze mellows into something sweet and concerned. āHey. You still alright?ā
You straighten in your seat.
āWhat? Yeah. Iām more than alright. Iām amazing, even.ā You try to catch your breath. āI feel like I left my brain at the last jump point.ā
The corners of his mouth tug upward slightly, before falling back into a neutral line. āAlright, sweetheart. If you say so. Tonightās about you. Justātell me if Iām being too mean, okay? I, uhāā he clears his throat, looking thoroughly chastised despite you never giving him any indication that you disliked anything heās said so far. āIām a talker; obviously. Might be gettinā a little ahead of myself. Māsorry.ā
āI donāt mind,ā you squeak.Ā
Rocket arches his brow. āNo?ā
āā¦I like it. When youāre mean. You can do it more. If you want.ā
Rocketās hands twitch where they rest against his crossed arms, and he chuckles darkly.
āYouāre fucking adorable. Takes everything in me to not wanna tear you to shreds. But donāt stress, buttercup; Iāll be as gentle or as mean as you want me to be.ā He backs away to sit languorously in the pilotās chair. He then swivels the seat to face you. āSo what do you say, beautiful? You gonna lemme watch you play with your pussy? Promise Iāll make it worth your while.ā
Your mind buzzes with static, and the best you can do is nod.
āOkay,ā you say, looking down at your clothes. You pull at them, and glance back up at Rocket for confirmation. He grins at you again, and dips his head into a nod.
Articles of clothing come off one-by-one. You feel woefully inexperienced, fumbling with the clasps on your top. You even stumble a little over your pants once youāve brought them down over your hips. Rocket, on the other hand, seems like heās done this plenty of times before. The part of you that craves his attentionāhis approvalāgnaws at you.
An intrusive thought pops into your head: how many other women has Rocket had undressing for him like this? Were they a little sexier? A little more sensual? Shitāmaybe you should be taking your clothes off a little slower. You suddenly wish you had a couple more notches under your belt.
Rocket doesnāt seem to mind your inelegance though, watching you with rapt attention, head resting in his hand and eyes lidded.
His gaze never falters as more of your skin is unveiled. Soon youāre standing naked before him, only in your panties. You wrap your arms around yourself, struck with self-consciousness as you bare yourself for him while he remains fully clothed. His eyes trail over your stomach, the slope of your hips, the curve of your waistāthe way your nipples pebble under the frigid air in the flight deck.
His legs spread a little wider, drawing attention to the way his cock strains in his pants. You flush, looking away.
You used to worry that Rocket didnāt really see you that way; that maybe you werenāt his type, or worseāthat he saw you as a kid, or perhaps a sister. The hard line of his dick proves that theory wrong, and gives you a surge of confidence. You use your arms to subtly press your tits together, and Rocket whistles appreciatively.
āCanāt frickinā believe no one else has ever gotten their hands on a sweet little thing like you,ā he says. āGo on, princess. Donāt gotta be shy. ā
You sit down in the copilotās chair, draping a leg over the armrest; your other leg is bent up against you, hiding the view of your soaking underwear from his sight. Rocket doesnāt say anything, and lets you play coy for now. You close your eyes and pretend youāre alone in your bunk. One hand reaches up to squeeze a supple breast, pulling hard against a nipple while the other trails down toward your cunt.
He looks momentarily surprised at how roughly you touch yourself, before humming in approval. You slip your fingers over your panties, enjoying the way the soft, wet fabric drags over the svelte folds of your cunt. Your hand dips under the elastic and your hips roll into your own touch as you rub tight circles into your clit.
āOpen your eyes. Spread your legs a liāl wider,ā Rocket commands roughly. āLet me see you.ā
You do as he says and slowly roll your knees outward, giving him a better view. You then spit on your fingers, dipping them briefly into your mouth. Some of your saliva connects to your fingers in a line and dribbles onto your tits; you rub it in with one hand, while the fingers that were in your mouth sink into your cunt. Rocket groans, dragging his own palm against his length. Your eyes lock onto the front of his pants and you stroke your fingers in and out of yourself at a steady pace.
āThatās right. You listen so well,ā he croons, practically salivating over you. āProbāly couldāve gotten you to beg me to fuck you cycles ago, huh?ā
Everything he says is so hot and so embarrassing. You curl your fingers, and your hand drops from your breast to slide against your clit. āAhāRocket,ā you moan, tilting your head and panting into your shoulder.
Rocketās ears twitch at the sound of his own name, and his grin grows dark.
āI oughta just keep you like this forever. Have you fuck yourself for me in the copilotās seat while I fly. Youāre real good at it, you know,ā he jeers, leaning forward in his chair, watching the way your fingers move beneath your panties. āBe a shame to let all that talent go to waste. Could be good for morale .ā
Rocket laughs at your expense, and you glare at him half-heartedly. Heās just so damn cocky; itād be irritating if he didnāt already have you practically eating out of the palm of his hand.
āWhat, did that piss you off, princess? Hard to look intimidating with your fingers stuffed in your cunt,ā he says with a snicker. āDonāt act like you donāt love the idea of it.ā
A soft schlick, schlick, schlick noise echoes throughout the cockpit every time you drive your fingers inward, giving away exactly how much you like his filthy mouth and even filthier ideas. Your hips begin to lift from the chair as you try to plunge your fingers in deeper and press your hand against your clit harder . Rocket groans at the sight, adjusts himself in his pants, and stands, stalking toward you.
He thumbs the edge of your panties, dipping a claw beneath the elastic then pulling, letting it snap back against your hip with a light sting .
āHow much do you like these?ā he asks mildly.
āWhat, my underwear?ā You squint at him suspiciously, pausing your efforts. āRocket,ā you say warningly.
His claws dig into the fabric and he tears, ripping it away and exposing your cunt to the cool air. Your jaw drops. Heās such a brat.
āRocket!ā
āIāll buy you even prettier ones?ā he tries, pressing an apologetic kiss to your hip.Ā
You scowl at him, unamused. āYou are so, so lucky I like you.ā
Rocket just chuckles and sighs dreamily into your waist. āOh, I feel real fuckinā lucky right now, trust me.ā Your heart thumps. You roll your eyes and act like you donāt already forgive him.
Rocket lifts his head and his attention drifts downward. He brushes the hand on your clit away and replaces it with the pad of his own thumb. The sensation makes you jolt; his skin is rough and leathery, dragging deliciously against your sensitive nub. Your brain stutters, and you sigh.
āYou poor frickinā thing. Breaks my heart that no oneās given this tight, desperate little pussy the attention it deserves,ā he coos. He briefly takes his hand away from your clit and shushes you when you whine. You try to pull him back but he proves too quick for you; instead, his hand dips lower to where your own fingers still pump into your entrance. āLook at you. Youāre soaked. ā
His eyes flick back up to you. āThink you can take one more finger?ā he asks.
You nod dopily, still missing the feel of him on your clit. You initially think he means for you to put another one of your fingers inside yourself, and jolt in surprise when his finger presses in to slide against your own within the heat of your cunt. āYouāre so sweet to me. Takinā everythinā I give you so well,ā he says, stretching you further. You gasp, mind warped with pleasure.
All too soon, he pulls his finger out of your pussy and holds it in front of your mouth.
āOpen,ā he says. You stick your tongue out to lap at his finger, and he takes the opportunity to dip it inside. You moan and begin to suck on it while he watches.
āYeahā¦ there we go,ā he croons, pushing in almost far enough to make you gag. You stiffen at the intrusion, but force yourself to relax. āGood girl. Looks like you do take orders from me after all.ā
You glower at him, clamping your teeth down gently but threateningly over his finger.
Rocket laughs. āSo feisty. Let me make it up to you.ā He releases your mouth and runs a hand along your thigh. āIs it okay if I eat you out?ā
Your eyes widen and your legs shut reflexively. āNo oneās everā¦Iāve never done that before.ā
He grins indulgently. āI figured. Isnāt that the whole point of tonight though? One last hurrah where you try every filthy little thing you ever dreamed of doing?ā
You frown. One last hurrah?
This is more than just sex to you. You had thoughtā¦youād hoped it was for him too.
You canāt contain the slight feeling of dread that starts to seep into you.
Rocket misreads your sudden silence for something else. āWe donāt have to do anything you donāt want to.ā
You shake your head and recover quickly. āI want to try it. Please,ā you tell him, offering a wan smile.
You canāt change how he feels, but you can enjoy the rest of the night for what it is. He clearly likes you to an extent, and thinks youāre pretty enough to fuck. That can be good enough.
You just need to reframe the situation. Reroute your thinking. This is a fun, spontaneous little stress relief exercise between two people on the brink of death.
Nothing more, nothing less.
You stomp down the ache in your chest.
Rocket, ever observant, can still tell something is off, but canāt place it. āAre you sure?ā he presses. āI wanna be clear: I donāt want you to agree to anything just because you think Iāll like it.ā He brushes a strand of hair out of your face in a manner that is heart-wrenchingly affectionate. āYou call the shots. Whatever you want. Thatās all that matters to me.ā
This would be so much easier if he werenāt so damn kind.
You look away, because you donāt think you can hold his gaze any longer without doing something embarrassing like crying or worseātelling him you adore him.
āThanks, Rocket. But I think itās just nerves. I want to try it, I think.ā You give him a shaky smile. āOne last hurrah, right?ā
āAlright. Just figured Iād check in,ā he responds. Rocket tosses you a smug grin. āBet when you ended up in space you didnāt think youād be riding this kind of Rocket, huh?ā
His comment startles a giggle out of you. You push his face away with the flat of your hand, feeling the way his mouth curves even further into a smile under your palm.
āYouāre such a loser. You actually killed the mood,ā you tease.
āWhoa, whoa! Get your hands off the goods, pal,ā Rocket snickers, trying to turn his face away from your assault, before changing course and licking across your palm instead. You squeal and attempt to pull your hand away, but he grabs it and starts laying kisses into your wrist while he chuckles. You canāt help but laugh along with him.
You know what? At the end of the day, youāre spending what is probably one of your last days alive shooting the shit with your best friend, then fucking him. All things considered, itās not a bad way to go.
You smile back up at Rocketāgenuinely this time.
He lets his eyelids go hooded and heavy as he turns his attention back to his prize .
āI should teach you a lesson for beinā so rude,ā he hums lowly. He drags his hand from your hip and brings it to your core, before pinching meanly at your clit. You gasp, grabbing his forearm as if itāll hold you steady. Rocket just laughs, and keeps rolling your clit between his fingers in a steady rhythm.
āRocket, that feels soā¦ā you trail off, riding his hand with a moan.Ā
āThought you said I killed the mood. This all it takes to get you to change your mind, sweetheart?ā he mocks, bringing his other hand up to flick at your nipple. You arch your back into his touch and whine. āSo needy.ā
He leans forward, laving soft, wet kisses against your stomach and your hip, before making his way lower. He pauses once heās kissed the crease where your torso meets your thigh, breaths away from your aching cunt. He cackles. āYouāre dripping right onto the seat, baby. All this for me?ā He nuzzles his face into your inner thigh, skimming his teeth teasingly against your sensitive, milky skin.
He places both of his thumbs on your core, letting his hands frame your pussy; he then spreads you apart, creating a clear view of your pearly clit and right down your weeping cunt.Ā
Your pulse jumps up and some irrational part of you worries that heās gonna stare down your pussy and figure out that heās been a primary source of your wet dreams for quarters now.
You blush hard , reflexively covering your face with your hands.Ā
Rocket, on the other hand, looks giddy, like heās just unwrapped a goddamn present.
āNuh uh. Eyes down here, dollfaceāand hands down,ā he says soothingly, reaching up to pull your hands from where they press against your eyes. Once heās placed your hands over your stomach, he reaches down again and pulls you apart even further, watching your cunt glisten. āJust look at youāall pink and perfect. Bet youāre real warm and tight, too.ā
āYou are so embarrassing,ā is all you can think to say. Itās as if your brain flatlines every time he talksā¦Maybe itās a good thing that his mouth will be occupied for the time being.Ā
Rocket pinches the fat of your hip. āYeah, yeah, whatever you say. You ready for me?ā
You giggle a little incoherently, and nod.
Rocket, sharp-tongued and clever-mouthed, begins to lick his talents into your cunt.
His tongue runs along your slit; he pauses at the top to place a heady little kiss against your clit. You whine and grasp his head. He grunts when you tilt his head further into your pussy, letting him lap you up at his leisure.
You canāt tell which sensation to focus onāthe heat of his breath on your folds, the slickness of his tongue as he laps his way up and down, or the way his fur tickles against the sensitive skin of your thighs.
His tongue feels completely different from your fingers tooāso much hotter and wetter . How are you ever supposed to come again without him to lick you to completion?
And god, is this how it feels every time ? Is this what youāve been depriving yourself of? You wonder if this is how it always is or if itās ten times as intense because itās Rocket .Ā
His arms wrap around your thighs and he grips them firmly, keeping you still while you fight to grind your cunt further into his face. His nose presses against your clit while he leaves teasing little licks against your pussy, before moving back up to suck on the sensitive nub.
āAhāgo h-harder,ā you plead.
You can feel him smile into you as he obliges your request.
You squeeze your thighs against his head, rolling your head back. He groans appreciatively, and continues to work at you, digging his tongue into your folds.Ā
āRocketā Rocket āplease pleaseplease pleaseāā you gasp between breaths.
He eats you out like a man starved, like youāre dripping straight honey out of your cunt and he canāt help but take more. Whenever his mouth leaves your clit, one of his hands moves to continue lavishing it with attention.
Youāre still so sensitive from his teasing earlier tooāevery suck and lick and probing press of his tongue onto your clit and into your pussy lights your nerves on fire.
Words pour out of your mouth and you begin to babble nonsensically, whining whatever pleas first pop into your head. Rocket strokes a hand soothingly down your hip as he pulls your legs snugly over his broad shoulders.
āIāIām close,ā you cry out, sucking in air like you might never get to breathe again.
Rocket pauses in his ministrations to look at you darkly. āYeah?ā he asks, running his tongue up and down the length of you again, suckling at your clit with an obscene slurp.Ā
āYes, please donāt stop,ā you beg.
Rocket pulls away from your core and you think you might cry. He presses a kiss to each thigh framing his head.
āDunnoā¦Donāt think youāve done anything to earn it yet,ā he says, giving chaste little pecks to your labia and in the area around your clit but never on it. āYou gonna be good for me? Tell me youāre gonna be a good girl and I promise Iāll let you come.ā
āIām goodāIām a good girl,ā you sob, āIāll be good, please, I p-promiseāWhatever you wantāIāll be so good , please, please, pleaseāā
Rocket flattens his tongue over your clit and sucks while his fingers dip into your folds. It feels like it only takes seconds before your hips involuntarily jerk up against Rocketās face and your body begins to burn white - hot . You rut up against him while he groans in satisfaction, muffled against your core. You feel like youāre on fire. You tilt your head back and all you can see are the cosmos coasting past the Benatarāfor a second you feel like you might fall through the ceiling and float away into the stars.
Rocket patiently licks loving little kisses into your clit until youāre twitching and smacking his head away from your abused cunt.
āWaitāRocket,ā you slur, unsure if you want him to get away or grind your cunt even further into his mouth.
Rocket grins and keeps licking you just a second too long, enjoying the way your thighs tremble against him, before letting you go and resting his head on your thigh. He heaves a contented sigh into the skin there, and gives it a kiss.
You look down at him, his head still between your legs and the fur around his mouth a little damp; he drags the back of a knuckle across his mouth and licks the slick off of it before swiping his tongue across his bottom lip and oh, itās a sight you could fuck yourself to for the next quarter at least.Ā
āNot bad,ā you say mildly, still catching your breath and smiling blissfully at the ceiling. Rocket glowers at you from the space between your thighs.
āNot bad?ā he snorts. āYou aināt foolinā me, sweetheart; I know Iām good.ā
You swing your legs off his shoulders and stretch in your chair. Rocket stands up from his kneeling position and brushes off his jumpsuit like he just got done detailing a ship.Ā
āThereās always room for improvement,ā you respond breezily.
Rocketās eyes go lidded and his voice drops an octave.
āHey, if youāre offerinā yourself up to me for a future training session then Iām not gonna complain,ā he says, leering at your naked body still sprawled across the copilotās seat. Your thighs inadvertently press together when you move to sit up, and even the minor pressure makes your sensitive clit buzz .
You let out a shaky sigh and lean forward to kiss him. He chases after you when you pull away, and you giggle.
āYouāre so arrogant,ā you respond. āCanāt blame me for wanting to take you down a couple pegs.ā
Rocket scoffs and presses a kiss into your hair in lieu of a response. Your eyes slant downward and you catch sight of his length, still hard in his pants.
It brings you no small amount of pleasure that you did that to him; that maybe you have the same effect on him as he does on you. You feel your stomach flutter and you bite your lip unthinkingly. You suddenly remember that he is still very much clothed and you are very much not , and you decide that you want an opportunity to make his brain melt out of ears for once instead of the other way around.
You think about the way he looked, nestled between your legs, and wonder how itād feel to return the favor.
āCan I use my mouth on you too?ā you ask bluntly, eyes round and curious.
Rocket startles, stiffening beside you. āā¦You donāt have to do that,ā he says, curling his lip and hunching his shoulders in an uncertain grimace.
āI want to try. Please?ā You pout at him and his resolve immediately begins to crack. Still, he shakes his head.
āTonightās supposed to be about you, sweetheart. Thought I told you not to do anything just ācause you thought I might like it?ā
āI mean, would you like it?ā
He looks a little baffled at your question.
āWhat? I donāt see how thatās relevant.ā He seems genuinely perplexed, like he canāt wrap his head around why his opinion on this would even matter. You glare at him and he concedes, rolling his eyes and holding his hands up in surrender. ā Alright , alright, fineā¦Iād be an idiot if I said I hadnāt thought about it before,ā he says with a cough, sounding almost shy for the first time tonight.Ā
Your eyes widen. Youāre not entirely sure if he means he thought about it tonight, or if he means that heās been thinking about you blowing him even before this unexpected turn in your relationship. Either way, his sudden bashfulness makes your heart swell with affection for him, and only makes you more determined to get your tongue on him.
āYou said tonight was about what I want,ā you tell him, dropping from your chair and onto the floor. Rocket wavers, watching you with round eyes. He then sighs, rolls his eyes, and brings your clothes over so you have a soft place to kneel.Ā
You stifle a grināheās so sweet.
He stares at the clothes, seemingly unsatisfied, then unwraps his red scarf from his neck and adds it to the pile. You shoot him a dazzling smile and kneel on top of the fabric, testing the waters by placing both hands on his thighs. You can feel the way the strong cords of muscle in his legs contract under your palms. When he doesnāt move away, you bring a hand up to rest on the bridge of his cock where it tents his pants. It surprises you how thick and rigid it feels, and how responsive tooāhis dick jumps under your touch. You lick your lips and Rocketās eyes grow heavy.
āWhat I want,ā you continue, nuzzling your face into the thick length of him, āis you in my mouth.āĀ
Rocket lets out a shaky exhale, and runs his hand through your hair. āWell shit, princess. How am I sāposed to say no to that?ā
You smile in victory and begin to press shy, chaste kisses against him through his pants, trying to mimic the slow, unhurried way heād lavished his attention into your cunt earlier.Ā Rocket lets you explore, humming appreciatively before stepping back to undo some of the straps on his clothing and partially undressing. Once heās rolled his jumpsuit down his torso, letting it hang lowly on his hips, he pulls you up and tucks the make-shift cushion of clothing under his other arm. He then settles back into the pilotās chair, dropping the clothes onto the space in front of him, and beckons you forward.
Nervousness suddenly racks through you as you approach. Youāre worried you wonāt be very good.
All of your knowledge about this sort of thing is limited to what youāve read about in your datapads and occasionally glimpsed in some of the raunchier holovids out thereācertainly nothing true to life, and definitely nothing thatāll translate into any sort of skill.
Rocket senses your apprehension, and pats his thigh. āHey. Cāmere,ā he says, taking your chin in his hand and tilting your head up to look at him once youāve settled between his legs. āYouāre so perfect. So pretty. So frickinā eager to please, too. Hard for me not to wanna take advantage.ā
You settle your hands on his thighs. āYou might have to show me how to do this,ā you confess.
āā¦Thatās not a problem, sweetheart,ā he says roughly. The depth of his voice sends pleasant shivers rolling down your spine. āIāll teach you everything you need to know, and then some.ā
He nods towards the tent of his pants and waits for you to move.
You reach forward and begin to free his length, fumbling a little with the fabric. Rocket doesnāt laugh or tease you; he just huffs and smiles softly, running his hand through your hair. Your breath stutters and your eyes widen once youāre faced with his cock. It stands rigidly before you, hot and curved; a slick line of precome rolls down his shaft, pooling into his fur.
You lean in curiously, eyes wide and a little manic, and his dick twitches at your nearness. The tip is blush pink and swollen; your eyes are immediately drawn to the sparkling bead of dewy liquid seeping from it. You take a finger and press it to the tip experimentally, tracing your finger down a vein and collecting some of the liquid that seeps out of his cock.Ā
When you pull back, the sticky fluid connects your finger to his length in a line. You look dazedly at it for a moment before popping your finger into your mouth.Ā
Hm. Itās salty.
Rocket chokes on his own breath above you, swearing lowly.
You flush, looking down at the floor.
āHeyānone of that. Eyes on me,ā he instructs. You drag your gaze back upward. He sighs, and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. ā Good girl. Go ahead and spit on it a few times. Lap it up; get it nice and wet.ā
Okay. Easy. You can do thatā¦you think.
You hesitantly run your tongue across the head, and Rocket groans at the contact, spurring you on further. You press soft, open-mouthed kisses against his shaft, letting drool spill from your mouth until his length glistens under the low light. His dick twitches, more precome spilling from the tip as you move to suck it into your mouth, letting it slip back out with a pop.Ā
You furrow your brows and scrunch up your face in concentration, glancing up at him to look for signs of his approval.
Rocket snorts above you.
You pause, tongue still halfway out of your mouth, and look up at him questioningly.Ā
āYou look so serious down there,ā he says, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. He pokes the crease between your brows fondly, then smooths it over with his thumb. āYouāre thinkinā too much. I promise youāre doing frickinā amazing. Giving me the prettiest fuckinā show.ā
He takes a little bit of his own precome from his tip, and thumbs it into your mouth. You accept the offering eagerly, eyes closed, then focus once more on his hardness.Ā
You lap at him intently, giving him sweet little licks interspersed with sloppy kisses, making sure to trail your tongue along a bulging vein that runs along the side of his cock. Then you spit on him, letting saliva drip down his shaft. You work until his cock has a slick sheen to it; you can hardly even maneuver around him now without getting spit all over your face but you kind of like it. You like the way you can feel his muscles tense under your hands as you press your mouth against him, and the way sighs rack his body as you move, and the way his dick twitches against your lips and your face.
āYouāre so gorgeous, slobbering all over my dick like that. You look like a mess ,ā Rocket tells you with a sigh. āIām such a lucky bastard.ā You smile and leave another wet kiss on the center of his shaft, and he shivers. āWhy donāt you try wrapping your hand around it? Not too tight.ā
You close your fist around his length experimentally, testing feel of his girth in your palm. You give it a gentle stroke upward and back downāa slick noise travels throughout the room as your palm slides against him.
He groans, then wraps his hand around yours. āHereālemme show you.ā He guides you into a gentle rhythm, showing you how tightly to grip him, how to twist your wrist as you slide your fist up and down his cock. He lets go and allows you to try for yourself. His hips stutter almost imperceptibly as you run your hand along his length. You pause for a moment, rubbing your thumb against the sensitive area where the bottom of his head meets his shaft, and Rocketās hips cant upward once more.
He groans, then asks, āYou wanna try sucking on it?ā
āUm, yes. Do I justā¦?ā You gesture vaguely. Rocket chuckles, giving you an affectionate pat on the head.
āYouāre so flarkinā cute. Yeah, just put it in your mouth and suck a little on your way back up. Use your hands on whatever you canāt reach. Mind your teeth.ā
āGot it,ā you say with a nod, heeding his advice with the same solemnity that you would on the battlefield. Rocket rolls his eyes at your seriousness, but still grins down at you indulgently.
You delicately wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, then sink down his length, trying to breath through your nose. Rocket sighs, tangling a hand into your hair. His claws scrape pleasantly against your scalp.Ā
You begin to bob up and down shallowly, twisting your hand around the base, enjoying the way he fills up your mouth. Your senses are flooded with him and the way his cock feels pressed against your tongue, rigid and salty and warm. Overeager, you quickly attempt to force yourself down even further, only for your throat to reject him with a gag. You pull your mouth off of him with a gasp, coughing and teary-eyed.
āWhoaāslow down, sweetheart. You okay?ā His eyes are wide as he strokes a hand soothingly through your hair.Ā
You nod, clearing your throat with a giggle. āWhoops.ā Your eyes are a little watery when you smile up at him, and he traces a knuckle along your cheek to catch a stray tear.Ā
Rocket looks at you darkly.Ā
āYou know, as pretty as you look choking on it, that might be a liāl too advanced for you right now.ā He considers you, on your knees between his legs, lips wet and sticky, eyes teary, eager to stuff his cock back into your mouth. A vicious smile spreads across his face. āBut maybe some other time. Weāll train that gag reflex right out of you,ā he croons. āNot that the way your mouth feels aināt already real impressive. Seems like lovinā dick comes naturally to you, princess.ā
You glower at him, moving to lave open-mouthed kisses against his shaft again. āYou talk too much.ā
ā Do I? ā Rocket tuts at you with mock offense. āDonāt act like you donāt love it,ā he says, guiding your mouth back onto his length.
You allow him to maneuver you, humming around him as you attempt to stifle a moan. He grunts and bucks his hips into your mouth as the vibration of your voice carries throughout his cock, and you hold still for him, doing your best to control your breathing. Drool spills out from the seams between where the plush of your lips meet the pulsing length of his cock.Ā
As you gain more confidence, you begin to bob your head up and down with more vigor, sinking lower and lower every time.
Rocket taps your cheek to get your attention and places his hand on your head once again; heās not pushing down, but his grip is firm . You still your movements and look up at him, his cock still halfway down your throat as you hum questioningly around him. He sucks in a shaky breath at the sight of you, before drawling his encouragement.
āCome on. All the way down,ā he says a little raggedly. You slowly attempt to sink your mouth further onto his cock. Your vision is filled with the fur on his abdomen, and his heady musk fills your brain dizzyingly. You press your tongue against him in your mouth, working him deeper down your throat. āUh huh. Little further, princess. You can do it.ā
You whimper and push yourself to your limits, only stopping when your nose is pressed against the fur at his crotch. ā There we go. A fuckinā natural. ās like you were born to fit cock in your mouth,ā he moans, and you swallow around him. Rocket lets out a choked groan and holds you there for a second, before pulling you off of him, a line of drool connecting your mouth to the tip of his cock. You sputter, and smile shakily up at him.
āI must be frickinā dreaming,ā he pants, stroking his cock while he looks down at you kneeling before him.Ā
You giggle deliriously, leaning forward to lave a playful lick against him while he works his own cock. He twitches and bucks his hips up into the air, rubbing the head of his cock into your tongue for a moment, before gently pushing you away.
You frown. āIs something wrong?ā
āWhat? No. Just, uhā¦Any more of this and Iāll probably be coming in your mouth.ā He holds a hand up when you open your mouth in protest, grinning at you. āMaybe next time. Donāt want it to be your first.ā
Your heart pounds. Next time? You will yourself not to get too excited at his offhand comment, butā¦if the both of you live to see this through, you hope there will be many next times to come.
Rocket stretches and tucks himself into his pants, letting his tail brush against your lower back as he moves past you. You watch him dumbly. He turns and raises a brow, then holds a hand out to you, waving you upward.
āLet me take you to bed, sweetheart.āĀ
You tilt your head, blinking owlishly. āWeāre not gonna do it out here?ā
Rocket shakes his head and looks around. He spots one of the jackets he has slung over one of the other chairs, then takes it and wraps it around you as he helps you to stand. Your knees wobble a little as you try to find your balance.
āListen gorgeous, as much as Iād love to bend you over on my favorite part of the shipā¦ā he starts, looking longingly at the surface of the flight console, āā¦Iām not gonna let your first time be out here on the frickinā flight deck. ā
āYou sure? I might love it too,ā you respond playfully. Rocket gives you an exasperated look.
āYou deserve better than that. A real bed, for starters. Hell, Iād get you sheets made of Spartaxian silk and the most expensive bottles of imported wine I could find, if we had more time.ā His expression softens. āLet me take care of you.ā He holds his hand out again.
You know what I will not be shamed on MY fanfic reading account!!! Did this not make y'all tweak a little?? "That's not what you asked me to do" AUFGGH I'M WET!!!
Anon Requested: Clawing at the walls rn. Can you write nsfw Klaus hcs?
A/N: Need to get back into writing again to start the healing process after season 4. I'm seeing some other writers do that now which is really funny and comforting. I've been wanting to do this but I didn't have that drive to do so thanks for the push anon! I'm aware of Klaus' identity as a Genderfluid person, I will be using He/They pronouns for this set of headcanons. Fem! or GN! Reader as always
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Klaus is very open to most things when it comes to sex, very few things are off the table for him. Having the opportunity to experiment with a partner is a fun experience for the both of you. He teaches you some things and he does the same for you, kinks you never knew you had kind of bubble to the surface.
Wax Play! Klaus introduced you to it in the middle stages of your relationship, he made it known he wasnāt afraid to experiment with a little pain. As long as you werenāt sawing his limbs off to get your rocks off he was fine.The sensation of hot wax on his skin and the soft caress of your fingers brings Klaus such euphoria. He likes to have it dripped on his thighs and his chest. Not so much on his face, anything that involves a little pain he doesnāt want done to his face.Ā
Being bound in any way is very very hot for them as well. Handcuffs, ropes or clamps, whether it be you or them. He mostly has a preference for being the one tied up, if youāre riding him and his hands are tied to the bedpost, heāll go crazy. When he's bottoming he'll love it if you tie his hands behind his back. If you use that to grip onto while you fuck him from behind, face pressed in the pillow, heāll get really loud.Ā
He lovesss to get pegged, Klaus will alternate between being the biggest brat and being the softest big wet eyed baby in the world. It really depends on how heās feeling that day whether heās gonna mouth off to you or not. He just gets sassy to get a reaction out of you but a good way to eradicate that cocky attitude to edge him, Klaus hates when you make him wait to cum. He has such a love-hate relationship with it, it does make anticipation of cumming more exciting. If you do it to him, sometimes he will get revenge later on. He would rather not do it to you cause he loves to give you whatever you want but he is a tease above all.Ā
Heāll even bring it up while youāre having sex, āRemember that time I backtalked you a tiny bit and you didnāt let me cum for 5 whole minutes babe? Well guess what?ā and then he just stops thrusting into you, Klaus will even keep you on the edge of an orgasm for 5 minutes and let you cum after timeās up. āThat was torture wasnāt it? I guess it doesnāt feel as good when the shoeās on the other foot.āĀ
They have an oral fixation like you wouldn't believe, certified throat goat/munch. Stick your fingers in their mouth and they'll look at you with the nastiest whorish eyes. Anything you wanna put in Klaus' mouth they'll accept it happily, except maybe a gun that might be too much. If you're the one recieving Klaus will have some part of you in their mouth, an earlobe, a nipple or your cheek. It doesn't matter, they want to get as close as possible.
When Klaus goes down on you he's literally kicking his feet while he does it, no joke. He's so excited to be the one that makes you feel good, sex is always filled with giggles and smiles.
Aftercare is usually very quiet and intimate after a night of fun, you just sit in silence in each other's arms. You're both wound up tight in each other's arms, skin still covered in sweat. Klaus will pull you with him into the bathroom eventually so you both can get clean. After a nice shower you both end up playing monopoly or cooking something in your kitchen.
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Just imagine actually dating Spencer Reid and how you would show affection to him ā considering him to be a germaphobe who doesnāt even let his team hug him unless heās in extreme distress in the first few seasons and who has never had someone take care of him that wasnāt ābabyingā to him. š
Leaving notes for him in between book pages - small things that say how proud you are, that his (intelligence, butt, hair, hands, other physical/mental features) is sexy, that you hope he has a good day.
Making sure to verbally tell him these things as well because heās not used to hearing how heās anything but a genius- that his intelligence is sexy not just useful, that heās more than his IQ.
Texting/ telling him stupid puns that are so bad he smiles at them because itās the only type of joke that he actually gets that arenāt philosophical ājokesā
Figuring out what small tasks heād be okay with you doing through trial and error - cooking something small or washing the dishes (baked goods??), feeding his fish or checking on it when heās out of town, making sure his coffee brand is stocked up in your house and his. Washing coffee mugs by hand because he doesnāt trust communal dishwashers.
Finally getting him to let you do bigger things he never has time for due to work because he sees you want to do them, not because you think he isnāt capable. (Laundry? Done. Need groceries? Done. Car inspection? Apartment needs a deep clean? Check and check).
Being his medical emergency contact!! Listening to every single word the doctor says about caring for his injury and doing extra research yourself about pain management following season 2.
Linking pinkies when walking, thighs resting together when reading on the couch, when heās finally comfortable playing with his hair, his head against your lap. (Ugh, the dream)
Buying him coffee or in late seasons sending coffee to him at whatever police station heās at when you know a case is bad!! Including a chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles.
Listening!!!!to!!!!him!!!! No matter what the topic - just being an active listener!!! Even if you donāt understand any of it, not walking away or trying to change the subject or rolling your eyes but being happy that heās excited to share knowledge!!!
Hunting for rare first editions of his favorite books, getting good at finding things in thrift stores for him or hunting online for that one special thing.
Building him bookshelves because man has a PhD in engineering but couldnāt build an IKEA bookshelf if you gave him an entire day.
Ugh, just imagine the little things. The big stuff is fun but itās the little moments that add up!
Dating Number 4/ Klaus Hargreeves would includeāļøš»:
Fem! or GN! Reader TW: Brief mentions of addiction
A/N: I started Umbrella Academy a week ago and Iām obsessed, Iām almost done with season 3 and I canāt wait for season 4. Iād managed to fall in love with Robert Sheehan all over again and all that love has to go somewhere so here it is.
Waking up to little peppered kisses on your back and up your torso. If you donāt open your eyes heāll just start blowing raspberries into your neck and on your face. Once he hears you laughing heāll stop and flip you over. He likes being the first thing you see when you wake up. Some days are a little more peaceful and less silly, you wake to see him still asleep. A mess of curls and smudged glitter eyeshadow is the first thing you see. Heās at such peace and the most still youāll ever see him.Ā
Putting makeup on each other, whether itās going out or just playing around with new looks it doesnāt matter. Being able to experiment with new colors and combinations with each other is so much fun. On date nights youāll pick outfits for each other, sometimes even just wearing each otherās clothes. Doing things like this with him leads to doing most things together.Ā
Why have him do things when you can do it for him? Or even with him? He loves having you wash his hair. Showers, baths? Of course we have to both be in there at the same time! Klaus is so touch starved any reason to spend time together heāll take it,an added bonus is your company keeps the spirits away.Ā
Youāre always in close proximity to each other, so your skin is always touching. Klaus just canāt get enough, physical touch becomes his middle name. Heās a natural affectionate person but just having you near is very grounding for him.Ā
Heāll draw on you with little glitter pens he carries in his pocket, he likes to call you his ācanvas and his muse.ā Even without the pens heāll trace random shapes and words onto your arm or your back when you both lie in bed. Klaus also likes to play with your fingers when heās bored.
Kissing!! Heās such a fiend for kissing my god, after that first kiss heās finished. He always says he wants just one but it ends up escalating to a full on make out sesh. Doesnāt matter if youāre public or not you look too good itād be a crime not to kiss you. Klaus doesnāt really give a damn about public embarrassment, if you wanted him to heād run through central park naked, he would.
Ā Once he knows youāre ok with all the random bursts of affection he really piles it on. Neck kisses, shoulder kisses, nose kisses, not one day goes by where he doesnāt kiss you. He kisses like he wants to devour you, if he wasnāt able to kiss you thatād be hell on Earth. If youāre a fan of random kisses at the most inappropriate times heās a professional. Youāre driving, heās gonna make out with you. Out shopping, kissing! Right now! Doctorās appointment? Kisses under your jaw in the waiting room, he canāt help it, he's bored.
Helping him get clean, you and Ben have been pretty good influences in his life. Trying to keep him on the straight and narrow for the sake of his health. He wants to be present for you, he wants to be able to remember the things you do together. You help him find fun things to do without getting drugs involved. Taking your time and being patient with him means the world to him. He loves his siblings but they arenāt the best at helping him with it. They do try a little harder when you come around seeing how serious you are about helping him. You stay awake with him when his nightmares get too bad or when the withdrawal is really wearing him down. If itās the ghosts that are bothering him you just tell them to piss off.(he really appreciates that)
Klaus begins to teach himself new skills to help you out around the house, cooking, cleaning you name it. He doesnāt do it very well but you appreciate the effort anyway. Chores become another activity for you both to do. Heāll even indulge in some of your hobbies just for the fun of it.Ā
Tattoos! He gets something on his wrist that reminds him of you, he canāt wait to show you too. If you get one related to him, god forbid a little number 4 on you heāll cry. He does eventually tell you about the rest of his journey in Vietnam and Dave. Klaus wants to be sure you know he wonāt compare you to him, Heāll always love Dave but he doesnāt love you any less. Heāll get really shy if you kiss his hand tattoos, there arenāt a lot of ways to fluster him so thatās a good one.Ā
Being surrounded by death and destruction most of his life really makes him appreciate what you have. The way you indulge in his antics and impulses makes Klaus feel so seen. You donāt feel real to him sometimes; late at night heāll just lay his head on your chest and listen to your heart beating.Ā
When some crazy new developments or drama happens in his family youāre first to know. Luther tells him something very personal and secret and 15 mins later heās calling you on the mansionās phone.Ā
Luther: āThis stays between us Klaus I mean itā¦ā Klaus: āOf course Lulu I wouldnāt dream of telling anyone youāre dirty little secretā A few moments laterā¦ Klaus: āBabe youāll never believe what Luther just told me!ā
Heāll always be looking at you, wherever you are and whatever youāre doing you have his full attention. Klaus will just be gazing at you lovingly while five is trying to talk to him, eventually heāll just ignore him and go to talk to you. You're his favorite person to talk to; he never gets bored with you.
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