Hello! Quick question, how long does it take you to make each request?
It honestly depends on the inspiration. I've been a bit slogged with work so I haven't made much progress recently. If you sent a request, you can drop a lil "bumping (short blurb of request)" and I can prioritize that one.
Are you still up to write requests for Alien? Also what are your rules on what kind of request I can put? I got a request that involves reader being part Xeno.
Yep.
I don't have rules specific to the franchise. So you're free to request pretty much anything.
Jimmy:ย Are you a painting?
Y/n:ย What-?
Jimmy:ย Because I want to pin you to a wall.
Anya:ย OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG THEM OR SOMETHING-
*slides in* hey,, :3 can you make some general relationship hcs for my man swansea, i love him so much <3
Swansea? In this household? It's more likely than you think. This one is more fleshed out just for all you starved Swansea lovers out there. Ended up more mature (not nsfw but just mature) than fluffy.
๐ป ft. swansea x gn reader
๐ป request. relationship headcanons!
๐ป content. referenced age gap but in the context of "if you have an age gap". reader is not swansea's first spouse in this one. referenced ex-wife and kids. mention of drinking and recreational drug use.
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A lot of late nights just sitting out on the back porch, drinking sodas and shooting the breeze.
Swansea who holds your hands steady as he takes you out hunting, his burly hands over yours as he steadies the shotgun. He definitely gets your initials engraved in it at one point.
Swansea who sits through your drinking sessions and any recreational medicinal trips that you choose to take, who only sighs and holds your hair out of your eyes, pressing a cold cloth to your forehead. Swansea who always knows the best remedy for all of it. Who doesnโt shame you for choosing to partake in those activities but wants you to do it safely.
Swansea who carries your bags everywhere with a pinched face but never lets you take them from him.
Gets grumpy when he takes you fishing with him and you catch more, but fillets them and makes a subpar grilled fish but itโs fine because itโs him.
He slides any wine-cooked foods onto your plate with a surly look. No matter how many times heโs told that it gets cooked out, he doesnโt want to risk a relapse. Doesnโt want to risk you.
He prefers to sleep with you laying on top of him. Heโs comfortable with his weight, so heโs actually fond of you sleeping on his stomach.
Above all else, his sons mean the world to him. So itโs a major relief when they either tolerate or accept you, especially if thereโs a considerable age gap between you and him.
If youโre closer to his kidsโ ages, heโs content with letting you three hash out shared experiences.
If thereโs an age gap: heโs a little amused the first time someone assumed you were his kid. It becomes a little annoying after a while but he makes the dry comment of โyeah, theyโre only with me until I kick the bucket and they get the inheritanceโ sugardad spiel and that shuts them up quick. He always finds great amusement in that.
Always has a knack for remembering the little details. He doesnโt do extravagant outings or presents, but remembers the shirt you liked in a store, or a dvd you watched as a kid. Heโll gift them to you later. He absolutely does not expect nor want reciprocation in gifts. Your company and affection is more than enough for that.
Are you in school, studying something? Swansea will sit down and go over your homework with you. In fact, heโll learn your subjects so that he can help you better. Heโs actually good at that. He may, in fact, enroll in a few classes to better understand.
Late night drives into the sunset in his beat up, vintage car, with the hood down and blowing through your hair. Heโll let you drive if you ask. If you donโt know how, heโll actually teach you.
The hardest hurdle in your relationship would be that heโs harsh in his criticisms and tactless for it. His words can be nasty, and itโll be a while before he realizes they cut you. Heโs not prone to apologies but heโll try to make it up to you. Itโll be an uphill battle to get him out of that habit.
Going to extended family barbeques. Youโll always get served first.
Not prone to pda but will gladly kiss you whenever you want.
Itโs a habit for him to wear his old wedding ring and he probably wonโt even think to remove it until you mention it. If itโs an issue, heโll swap it out for a different one of your choice.
Doesnโt initially think of marriage first so itโll be something that you bring up. At this point in his life, heโs content being in a common law relationship with you, but will agree to marrying you. Itโs one of those โhe doesnโt feel the need toโ but will gladly do it. I repeat: gladly. He wouldnโt do it just because you want him to. He wants to. He just doesn't mind if it happens or not.
Only wants the marriage to be a small affair with family but will acquiesce if you want a larger one.
Actually asks if youโd prefer a whole new wedding band for the pair of you. Again, heโs not overly attached to his old one, but itโs familiar to him. Definitely fidgets with the new one a lot until he gets used to it.
Youโll have to bring up the topic of kids. May try to coax you into a dog instead. Still becomes the best dad ever if you two have a kid anyway. (He tries, anyway, and he has experience.)
Always awake during thunderstorms but will gently coax you back to sleep. Also a pro if youโre prone to nightmares. Somehow half asleep when he does it.
King of bubble baths. Knows all the perfumes, fizzing bombs, candles, etc that all compliment each other. Likes to either have you against his chest while youโre both in the tub OR him behind you (outside of the tub) while he pampers you.
If youโre multilingual, heโll slowly learn your language then surprise you with it randomly. Itโs butchered horribly and, honestly, if you laugh at him about it he may just give up.
Anything barbequed is his apology food. Sometimes, rarely, youโll get a dessert thatโs underwhelming (think cake that flopped in the middle).
Has the absolute most beautiful penmanship and he, without fail, signs each card as from the both of you. Also gives cards for anniversaries and birthdays.
Heโll stand behind you in the doorway as youโre watching a show. If itโs some kind of soap drama or reality tv, he seems to scarily know alot about it and will indulge you in all of the facts.
You two spend a lot of time with the neighbours. Not because Swansea introduces you two but because they always come around. The kids, especially, become increasingly familiar with you and refer to you two as their โgrandparentsโ (regardless of how old you are).
Not an avid cuddler but will let you cuddle him. Heโll just drape an arm around you and, when you try to leave at some point, will tighten his grip just enough to convince you to stay.
While watching tv together, somehow, he always winds up with your feet on his lap. Swansea is pretty proficient at foot massages.
You two absolutely slay when it comes to the tango. He always has enough energy to go a few rounds and then some. He may grumble in protest if you try to pull him into a dance whenever any music comes on, but heโll oblige.
Swansea leaves sticky notes everywhere for you; these can range from compliments, chore lists, to whatever feud you two are having (heโs humoured by the sticky notes during fights so heโll break first in that case) to even little commentary like โwatch the newest episodeโ.
Swansea is secure in the relationship in that he wonโt bat an eye if your eyes linger on someone, but heโll end up sliding up in front of you if someone tries to make a pass. Youโre his, hands off, pal.
Simultaneously the best and worst person to watch a series with. Heโll nod off after a while partway through or stay up to watch a few more episodes before he realizes you fell asleep. If you both start a series that heโs already ahead of you on, heโll inadvertently spoil it by going โis (name) still alive?โ. He sometimes says it just to fuck with you. Watching new series together tends to be more golden though. Heโll be completely unphased if you spoil it for him.
Carries you to bed either bridal or piggy-back style. He will complain about it if youโre awake. Always seems to know when youโre fake sleeping just to have him carry you but itโs endearing. โNice try, sweetheart. Donโt worry โbout nothing, though, Iโve got you.โ
Really likes the look of you in his t-shirts. Something about seeing you in his clothes makes him feel so homey and softer. As if this is the sight he wants to come home to every night for the rest of his life. (It is.) He tends to wrap his arms around you and settle his chin on top of your head, just lingering. He'll grumble if you take his shirts but you'll always find a new one easily accessible.
Wakes you up with loud clanging sounds as he gets ready for the day. Itโs all accidental, heโs just a loud individual; always putting a bit too much force behind closing drawers, rifling through cabinets or loud banging in the kitchen as he gets coffee ready. Grumbles an apology but kisses you good morning as he reads the newspaper.
He absolutely hates if you finish his crossword puzzle, namely without him. It's the one thing he won't share with you.
He either makes enough food just for himself or enough to feed an army. Thereโs no in between. He, however, doesnโt complain if you steal food off his plate aside from raised eyebrows and a long, suffering sigh. Willingly slides the food onto your plate if you stop doing it though.
Honestly, another sticking point in your relationship could be his relationship with his ex-wife. Theyโve been separated for a long while before you two got together, but they have two sons together and raised them together. They still have family trips between the four of them (youโre invited, as well as his exโs new partner). But it can feel especially chummy to those who are insecure about people being friends with exes. This will be one line he wonโt back down from. Thereโs absolutely nothing romantic between them anymore but heโs not going to cut her out; theyโre friendly and sheโs literally the mother of his children.
Swansea takes photos of things that he thinks you'll like; usually, it somehow winds up with an accidental, unflattering frontal camera selfie (which you save anyway) or half-blurried shot. He takes the time to photograph you properly though, going as far as adding all the filters you like to it. He'll refuse any bodily changing ones (removing acne, making yourself skinnier, smoothing wrinkles, etc). He loves you just as you are and it's unfathomable to think that you don't.
Tends to pay for everything. Bills, dinner dates, gifts. It may lead to a feeling of financial dependency (despite having a job) and itโll be a discussion to be had if youโre not cool with it.
Absolutely refuses to buy new clothes or retire aging items. Heโs especially handy (being a mechanic has its perks) so he just repairs it. Youโll have to gift him new items and remove his old ones to actually get him to use any of it though. โThey just donโt make โem like they used ta.โ
While he feels formal clothing feels stuffy, he cuts a nice figure in his suit. But he absolutely cannot take his eyes off you when youโre all dressed up.
A proper gentleman. He opens doors for you, pays the dinner bill, arriving early, pulling out chairs for you. Also knows which fancy spoon or fork to use at important meetings. (Heโll cough slightly and look pointedly at you as he demonstrates.) Itโs ingrained in his very soul. Youโll have to beat it out of him if you want him to stop. (Please donโt beat him.)
He keeps a photo of you in his wallet and on the vanity mirror.
He invited you to join the Christmas photo for when his family sends out cards. He wears the most godawful ugliest Christmas sweater and looks terribly grumpy; but in each one, he canโt take his eyes off you. (Thatโs in most of the photos with him, actually.)
Swansea lets you rifle through his phone without complaint; you probably know a lot more about it than he does. Heโll bitch about it so hard if your contact photo for him is him in an absolutely weird sleeping position, but will grumble if you change it. Whatever contact photo you have for him, heโll reciprocate.
While he can learn new things and will proudly show off his own expertise, if itโs something that you showed him, heโll have you do it each time afterward. Itโs not that heโs lazy, itโs just that he thinks itโs kind of hot and endearing to see you perform such tasks confidently.
Somehow, he ends up with the weirdest pets and names them the most diabolical thing like โShizzlord 3000โ. (Courtesy of his youngest son from an inside joke when the youngest was a kid.) (He'd actually choose something "classy" like Washington or Churchill.) Theyโre always raccoons, beavers or bats. Once a full on elk. Heโs full on the animal whisperer and somehow has them docile towards both him and you. Although heโs fully prepared to full on yeet them out the door the second they harm you. Full on just chucks them out with surprising strength.
Swansea catches on quick if you find any action he does as attractive. Rolled up sleeves? Heโll be parading around like that all the time with a little smirk. โDonโt get yer knickers in a twist, Iโm just washinโ the dishes over here.โ Itโs a bit of a playful game to see how long youโll go until you lose it.
Swansea winds up with a tattoo of your name on his shoulder at some point during your relationship. The cheesy one that has the heart and a scroll, going โ(name) 4EVERโ. While he never tells you where or when he got it, heโs secretly very proud of it. Heโll also get your wedding date tattooed on him, alongside the date of when you first met, close to where he has his kidsโ birthdays tattooed.
Curly tends to be a big bear in his sleep. Cuddling you against his chest, letting you sprawl out over him.
All the forehead and cheek kisses. All of them.
He's got big hands!! his eyes tend to linger a lot when he sees his enveloping yours. It makes him feel capable and sturdy, like he's holding something precious
He tends to get lost in thought a lot, and is always very surprised when you swoop in for a peck on the lips. (it happens a lot)
Gets so red whenever pda happens, no matter if you two have been married for twenty years, have a gazillion dogs, etc
Loves slowdancing with you
Smooching him is a 100% effective way to distract him from a topic.
Does NOT understand whatever subject you're studying in school. Absolutely does not. He tries his best! If his help is enlisted for a project, he apologizes profusely for the grade you get.
Sometimes when he zones out, he focuses completely on you and gets almost bashful when you catch him in the act.
Karaoke nights. Even if one/both of you sing badly.
Small birthday get-together with friends are always simple but memorable. Just the two of you is time well spent.
After the crash, when Curly gets his prosthetics and learns to talk again, the first thing he does is hold your hand and tells you he loves you.
When heโs learning to speak and he learns how to speak โhappinessโ or โhappyโ again, he accidentally says your name. Itโs nothing but truthful though; everytime he sees you, he knows where his heart is and he feels safe.
Ideal date night is sitting on a bench at the beach, watching the waves and stars
Loves to watch the night screen with you in the common room.
Half a year in, he shows you to his motherโs grave and introduces you to her. Curly always, without fail, feels fuzzy if you ever talk to his mom.
Probably the first to mention marriage. Talks about it just as you two are lounging about, saying that he wants to be with you for the rest of his life. Heโs 100% perfectly content just being common law with you.
Is very obvious when he tries to figure out your ring size and usually does it when heโs trying to hold your hand.
As much as he wants to make it a big romantic thing, him proposing somehow winds up after some small activity. Some mundane thing that just feels so domestic and wholesome that just cements how much he wants to be with you.
Super chill if you say no.
ALWAYS holds your hand or is brushing against you on walks. Absolutely loves it.
Loves having you sit on his lap.
Prefers for you to sit in front when you two are riding horseback, so he can rest his hands on your hips or his arms over yours. Prefers to steer the horse though.
Gives you his captainโs hat to wear. Absolutely loves seeing it. Even more when thatโs all youโre wearing.
Heโs an early riser, even compared to you, so heโs quick to make your favourite coffee/tea and breakfast meal. Supper duty is on you.
Prefers to wash dishes right away instead of letting them soak. Always tries to take over dish duty from you.
REALLY likes to make you flustered, especially in front of company. BUT in a way thatโs really subtle, like him adjusting the collar of his uniform or sitting in a way that exposes his neck, giving you bedroom eyes.
When he takes naps throughout the day, he feels so much more rested when he wakes up to find you in his arms.
Golden retriever kind of guy. Both personality wise and dog wise. Laughs whenever you call him by the dogโs name or vice versa. (the dog is named laika.)
Loves receiving massages around his shoulders or forearms. Absolute pro at lower back massages, and those that target muscles after work outs.
Lets you sit on his back while he does push-ups because I said so.
Always make sure to brush his teeth before giving you good morning smooches.
Coddles you when you get sick. Heโs kind ofโฆ clueless when it comes to that sort of thing, so youโd have to tell him how you want to be taken care of. Never gets sick from it, even if itโs highly contagious. Heโs lucky like that.
Unashamed about any love bites you give him. Brushes his knuckles over it unconsciously. Swansea or Jimmy always call him out on this.
Likes to go to a new date location with you every two weeks! Or trying a new meal or dessert to share.
Really hopes that youโll get along with his friends. Invites you with him when he goes out with them. Trusts you implicitly if you ever hang out with them without him or one-on-one.
Does have some issues communicating his wants in the relationship and being a pushover to what you want. Thatโll be a sticking point in your relationship with him.
Spot checks you during work outs. Heโll be quite confident in your abilities right until if/when you strain yourself too far, which prompts him to be more cautious afterward.
Tends to be physically affectionate over material gifts. The latter tends towards practical things, like ties, socks, jewelry, flowers, chocolates. Likes to always be touching you in some way.
Lets you stay with him in the cockpit as heโs piloting, even going as far as letting you do it yourself, even if itโs not your occupation. Heโs a gentle teacher and will correct you softly if thereโs any mistakes.
Tends to shut down if something upsets him, especially concerning you. Curly prefers to bottle it instead of express it. This is also another curve to get over.
Curly lets you sleep in his bed aboard the Tulpar; may or may not get a confused dog look when/if you tell him you want to sleep in your own bed.
hey!! i saw ur recent post about the tulpar crew walking in on reader touching themselves, could u do the same but vice versa?
Ask and ye shall receive!
๐ป ft. tulpar crew x gn reader
๐ป content. 18+ content, minors dni. possible second hand embarrassment. masturbation, sexual propositions, the whole shebang. this is a sequel to this post. this one can definitely be read on its own though. lightly implied that reader didn't accept swansea or daisuke's offers in the prequel but that can be left up to interpretation. jimmy's definitely happened though.
๐ป enjoy! feel free to like, reblog, or send in asks!
Curly is just so damn tired. Tired of the reports, faxes, checking the straps in the cargo bay. One of the few downtimes he gets is when he can sit and watch the constellations pass on the common room monitor. The Augira, Constantine and Mitena were all ones that he recognized from this sect of the system, all penned from the eyes of Saturn and further.
Movies are a scarce commodity on the screen, given Jimmy's track record of not wanting to hook the systems up, but it helps him nod off most times.
Working out, though? Working out he can do. Pony Express has given him permission to bring his weights on board, alongside a slew of magazines and audiobooks to listen to.
While Curly doesn't think of himself as a gym rat, those moments to himself are some of the best. Nothing but the burn of iron, the strain of his muscles with each rep. It's methodical work, one that sets his mind at ease and off of reports for once.
Some days, he can get Jimmy in on the action, but most of the time his co-pilot bemoans it. Each time they worked out, the stretches between the next session grew longer.
He's pleased when you agree to attend a few sessions with him. By then, it's almost amicable between you two, as if him walking in you didn't even happen. He's very much acted the part of a dutiful captain, though, he can't help his own eyes from wandering when he sees you stretch. Can't help himself from putting his hands firmly on you when he goes to correct your stance. It doesn't linger, doesn't wander, but goddamn, does he wish he could throw propriety out the window.
It's after one of his solo workout sessions when he chooses another way to unwind. Really, that's the only explanation for it. One that he tells himself anyway, because the strain of propriety is heavy. If he still thinks of you from time to time, if your face crops up in his thoughts while he touches himself, that's his business.
The only places you'd catch him in the act is either in the bathroom or his room.
Curly has always been imaginative, thoughts trailing to roads not travelled, paths that burn out of sight. Of you, sprawled out on the bed, and how he wished he had stayed. How he'd have given anything to hike your legs over his waist and kiss you senseless when he slid against you.
As it always is, every fantasy comes to an abrupt end. Every night that he had dreamed of walking in to find you waiting, you found him. Wifebeater drenched in sweat, towel draped over his shoulders, every line of his well built body on display, hand fisted around his cock.
There's a difference between wishing you'd walk in on him and actually receiving it.
A painful, terse moment lingers between you two, tension so thick he swears he can cut it. His hand completes the motion, wiping from his base to the tip, each breath deep. Despite how uncomfortable he felt (for more than one reason), he also felt more prepared. "Hold on a minute." He'll cover himself, boxers and uniform hiding himself from view.
If you believe you could flee from the room without Curly following you, you're dead wrong. He'll track you down, put this to bed once and for all. He'll catch you, half-dressed in his uniform, blue workwear draped around his waist, hand against the wall. "We have to talk about this."
Regardless if you stay or leave, not talking about it is no longer an option. You've both seen more of each other than was warranted, then what you both signed up for, but dammit he wants this. And he's so tired of shying away from things that he wants. From the person that he wants. All because of some higher-ups sitting cozy back home saying that it's wrong to do. He can't do it anymore, not when he feels like he's on the cusp of something great for once in his life.
"I know that what happened isn't what either of us expected," he'll start, voice low and perhaps far too sensual to be appropriate considered his half-dressed state. "And frankly, we can keep it to ourselves, pretend we never saw it." Biting the bullet is one of the fewest things he's done in life, but this is something that he wants to do. By fractions, Curly leans in closer, his voice entering a low murmur. "But... it doesn't have to be. We could give each other a.. hand, so to speak."
Routine. That's one thing that the Tulpar is good at. Routine. Each meal time, the rigid necessity of clocking in and out on time, even bathing. Pony Express may be a shit machine but it's well oiled, worked raw by the people under it. Delivering the payload is a smooth easy task because they all work on it together.
Part of that routine is shift work. Jimmy, ever the night-owl, works evening and night shift. This makes it so incredibly easy to avoid him if you wanted, especially since he walked in on you tending to yourself.
But he doesn't let you forget it. Since that moment, there's a smoldering heat in his gaze, eyes hooded as he watches you go about the room. Watched as you did your tasks, always standing too close - enough that you can get a whiff of his woodsy cologne, or feel his arm against yours.
He's almost helpful, even when your tasks really don't necessitate the need for another. His hands linger, hot against your uniform, his hips against the back of yours whenever he steadied you, or reached above you. Each word a rumble in his throat.
Except there's never really any change to talk to him about what happened. Not when every moment is tense, fraught with unresolved desires and need. Not when Daisuke or Curly walk into the room, silencing the burning questions and words that haunt your lips. Jimmy seems especially disgruntled about the interruptions, getting almost snappy towards the other crewmembers.
All in all, you rarely have a moment to speak with him. It's the furthest thing from your mind when you step out of the shower, more than eager to collapse face first into bed and sleep the weariness away.
If you're the sort to bring clothes into the washroom to change into, the absence of them is noted fast. No amount of scrounging around turns them up either. At a loss, it's to your sleeping quarters to wrangle up something else to wear.
Except you're very much not alone the second you step into your door. The door swishes behind you but you're effectively grounded, eyes drawn to the man lounging on your bed.
His head is tilted, messy hair falling across his hooded eyes, a dark and smoldering look to them. A slow stretch of a smirk crawls across his face, a pleased look darting into his eyes.
Jimmy is just as bare as the day he was born, an arm languidly thrown over your pillow. A leg bent up, not at all coy about having himself on display. His other arm is resting against his thigh, one hand smoothing along his flushed cock in a slow, slick motion. His fingerstips are all but slathered in precum - or actual cum, as you might suspiciously think when you look at your clothes haphazardly thrown onto the floor, looking sticky.
"There you are. Took you long enough." He breathes out your name, chin tilted upward, something primal lurking deep in his eyes. Jimmy clicks his tongue, ever the disapproving copilot. "You should know better than to keep someone waiting." Despite the curt, wanting tone to his words, he doesn't move towards you. Letting you go to him. Like he knows you will.
"I've been thinking," each word is low and deep, husky in his mouth. Jimmy's hand very much doesn't stop moving, stroking himself as you're rooted to the spot. Whenever you glance down between his thighs, his smirk deepens. "That you owe me for what I did for you."
It's not like you could dance around the topic forever; each touch, every interrupted conversation, it all would have culminated to this. Jimmy waiting for you, eager to put his hands back on you, to feel you tremble and shudder beneath him as he pulls you apart.
The thing was, you realize, it'd be terribly easy to leave him here. To not respond to his advances. The door was to your back and even Jimmy had enough sense not to walk out nude in pursuit of you. It'd be easy to walk to another crewmate's quarters and pilfer clothes. It'd be laughed off, brushed under the rug just as another incident, excused as you being unable to enter your room because of 'technical difficulties'.
The thing is, though, you can clearly remember how his hands felt, the way he moved. How Jimmy watched you with the same intensity now, his eyes a dark promise of a repeat experience, if not more.
You don't really want to refuse such an offer, do you?
Try as Anya might, she can't get the image of you out of her head. The sounds you made, how your hands moved. She'd tried to be civil, though how quickly she averts her gaze and fidgety hands betray how much it affected her. Nerves, she'd try to excuse it. Nothing ever related to you, of course, because that sounds too much like blame. She blames herself for walking in on you masturbating, and blames herself for wishing that she hadn't left.
But by god, did it make her needy and so sexually frustrated. She's found every excuse under the sun to touch you then jerk back, at war with herself. She has to act professional. Doesn't she?
Something about you, seeing you like that, had coiled something burning inside of her. Something hot, that festered low in her gut.
For the most part, she can act professional. Mostly. But she can only get so far from letting her eyes trace your silhouette, from sitting on her leg whenever you talk to her. It's risky business, even riskier when she decides to keeps a few tokens of yours. Things that smell like you, even distantly - papers, a bracelet. Things that you've lent to her before.
It's been a while since she got laid, since she's even been attracted to anyone. But something about you just sets her on fire, burning with want and need. She needs you like she's never needed anyone before.
Realistically, Anya knows it's because of the forbidden nature; because of the close proximity day in and day out, but there's something so tantalizingly beautiful about it too. She's a sucker for it.
One of her favourite places to get off is in the medbay; she can lock herself in it - but she doesn't. Because it's so much more tantalizing when she thinks about you walking in. When she thinks about pressing you against the desk and using her medical expertise on you. She wants to hear you - taste you - feel you. Is that too much to ask for?
That's exactly where you catch her. Her breath coming out in hot breaths, eyes shut tightly, uniform pulled open. It'd be so easy to mistake it for something else, such as the room being hot - if it weren't for where her hands were.
One has all but ridden up her shirt, rolling the peak of her breast between her fingers. The zipper has gone all the way down to her waist, one hand curled tightly in her underwear, motions jerky as she fingers herself.
Every inch of her wishes that it was you, your fingers working her over, touching her clit and prodding at her walls. She feels so close, having edged herself for a bit until you came in.
It was just to ask her her input on supper, or for a nonsensical question that very well could have waited for another moment.
The door swishes shut behind you and her eyes flutter, dark as she looks up at you, flush all but crawling up her neck.
Seeing how you look at her - how you came to look for her- needing her for something, a question halfway on your lips - and it's her undoing. She moans your name, guttural and hoarse, hips jerking, dripping over her knuckles. "Wait-" Singlehandedly one of the better orgasms she's had, better than when she pined endlessly.
When her senses come back, Anya is breathless and shaken - and you're long gone.
She's not letting you go this time. Not when a new, burning question lodges inside her. Did you like what you see? Did you wish you weren't there?
Anya approaches your door at night, knocking crisply and when you grant entrance, she stands there, the atmosphere almost palpably awkward. She takes a few steps closer, feeling flighty and desperate, eyes searching your face, whispering your name.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," she whispers, voice low in the room, nerves biting at her throat. She can't not know anymore. "But I'm... glad that you did."
"Is this.. tension between us all in my head, or, do you want me too?"
It's one thing after the next. Couplings came loose, Daisuke's homework is not up to par, the lightbulbs need to be changed but no one seems capable of doing it. It all amounts to a sort of frustration winding up in him. Swansea has enough grace not to lash out at anyone, but it's there, palpable in his tone.
By some saving grace, you're willing to help him out with his work. Passing over screwdrivers and wrenches, new copper wire as he needs it. Swansea has noticed that you're attentive and eager like that; willing to help. Sometimes, he really wished you were his intern instead of Daisuke, not that he blames the kid.
He really needs a damn beer.
Wanking out his frustrations as a teenager and young adult had really suited him just fine, and with each passing day, it becomes a far more likely possibility.
It surely does not help when every little moment with you feels charged. Knuckles brushing when you supply him with mechanic tools, or when his arm brushed against your thigh as he steadied the ladder for you.
Swansea finds his gaze lingering.. on how your uniform bunches, the sway of your walk, the excited chatter to your tone when you've launched into some spiel or other. Each look he gives you is in quiet contemplation, though perhaps not as obvious as to why.
He's long since brushed off your curious questions.
It's when Anya outright slipped and fell over an oil spill that Swansea called it quits. There's only so many small annoyances that he could take before it became a hazardous snowstorm.
After it's suitably cleaned, he tried to find a place to tuck himself away. Keyword: tried. Something else always needed to be fixed, and he had enough years under his belt to know the ins and out of everything. Leaky faucet? Hold his glass. Vaccuum given up? He's got it. Curly, goddammit, he has it.
It's so grueling to find a moment of peace, so he takes what he can. That just so happened to be in the utility room, frustrations to a boiling point.
He knows his body, knows just the right way to stroke himself, the perfect amount of pressure. Learned it long since his youthful days, since his amicable divorce from his wife. Sure, it might feel mechanic at a certain point, but to him, it was a small reprieve. A getaway that only booze came close to.
Foreskin pulled back, his head is tucked low, eyes heavily lidded, fingertips pressing under the tip of the head just like he likes.
Swansea has himself sticky with precum when the utility door rattles and open. "Swansea, I found your keys-"
His eyes track up, eyebrows raised. Whatever hasty attempt you may have made, it's blocked by the aging mechanics of the utility door. It's from an older rig, one that still uses keys instead of the security bars that the medbay and cockpit use. Which means it's faulty as shit.
He sighs, head tipped back, eyes still on you. "That's on me for not leaving a sock out there," he grumbles, voice gruff and husky. A reference to how he told you to ward off people when he caught you masturbating earlier.
Moving his hand from his cock, his gaze is surprisingly steady, arm draped against the back of the chair. "Listen, kid, I won't say shit about this if you don't. Keep it jammed tight better than a olive jar when making margaritas. But." He rolls his neck, feeling a satisfying crack run through him. "I can show ya a few things that the ole cap' or other men won't, if yer interested."
Daisuke has been, for lack of a better word, edgy around you. Hovering, then trying to create distance. He can't seem to decide how to act around you. Not when he's seen you that way, pleasuring yourself. When he wishes you'd involve him.
He's seen plenty of naked people before, got hard over them, but wow, did you take it to the next level. Even how you tilt your head or roll up your sleeves has him in an outright tizzy, straining hard in his pants.
Daisuke often has to excuse himself from your presence. Ignoring Swansea's rolling eyes and knowing scoffs is easy; ignoring you is harder.
It's during one of those mundane tasks, where you're prattling about your work to the others, his eyes glued to your form, absorbing every word that he can't take it anymore. Excusing himself, he pops right out of the room, awkwardly striking towards his bunk.
But of course that is the exact moment you decide you need to return his gameboy - or comic, or whatever he had lent you a few weeks prior.
Daisuke is completely in the groove, pants folded down, back propped to the wall, knees folded and lips parted with each heavy breath. He's always been loud, noisy and boisterous. But his saving (and falling) grace is that he's also often playing movies in his room, and what muffled sounds you may hear from the other side of the door is easily chalked up to that. (Or perhaps, you knew.)
You catch him like that, hand fisted around his lean cock, shirt ridden up over his stomach, his movements sharp and jerky. It's bad enough that you walk in on him like this - but another to hear Daisuke rattle out your name, the sound breathy and full of want coming from his lips.
He's a poor, flushed mess, eyes wide when he looks up at you - and it's so plainly obvious to the both of you that he didn't call out because he heard you come in.
"I- I can totally explain." Except he really can't, can he, when he has his dick in his hand, just moaning your name literally seconds ago.
Any attempt to backtrack out of the room will be greeted with a hasty, "Oh my god, no, pleasewait!" As he all but tries to leap from his bed, tripping over his pants in his haste to get to you. Daisuke is nothing but determined and will try to talk to you about this, even if you manage to successfully flee.
Choosing to stay has him utterly red-faced, almost ashamed as he rambles through a tirade of, "Okay, so," punctuated by repeated, stumbled phrases before he manages to get out, "So, me calling out your name just now - total accident. Unlessyoudon'twantittobe? But, like, I definitely understand if you want to leave but I'dreallyratheryoustaybecause I really can't stop thinking about you and, - oh hey, is that my gameboy? You can just set it-- that's not important! I just. Really don't want you to leave. Please."
Inspired by the NSFW Alphabet by @fairy-tail-babes.
Feel free to use for your own writing Blogs!
A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
I nspiration - Did their s/oย change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
Q uirk - Some random ability they have thatโs beneficial in a relationship.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Clichรฉ or rather creative?
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is itโs worth in comparison to other things in their life?
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
Y earning - How will they copeย when theyโre missing their partner?
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
So: Send me a character and one/several letter(s) and letโs get started!
