Wormii

@t00muchanxiety’s alt blog mostly for mature content 19

[t00littleanxiety]

this is my house! entry, please! nsfw alt for @t00muchanxiety

minors dni, you will be blocked on sight

i do this for the love of the game, truly i expect 0 note posts more than anything

asks and scene requests open

(yes, I will do x reader on request)

warnings and details below cut

dead dove: do not eat

i probably won't be #hornyposting all the time, but i didn't want to clutter my main bc i know there are minors over there and Flicker is generally a 16+ fic as opposed to this being 18+

currently im circling Bloodymary and RyGos related fandoms, but i was in the steddie trenches and jmart still holds my eye

kink list

-restraints (bondage, pinning, etc)

- non-human (monsters, aliens, tech, animal-hybrids)

- hate sex

- gore (wound fucking, knife play, dismemberment, etc)

- somno

- voyeurism

- corruption

- consensual drugging

- oviposition (sort of)

- oral fixations

- omegaverse

- wings

- frottage

things im not comfortable with

- incest, pedophilia, zoophilia, etc

- age play

- piss (apple does a lot of that tho, if you're interested try its nsfw blog [they do great stuff])

- forced heteronormative ideals/dynamics

- forcefem of trans mascs (and the inverse) & trans chasers

^things will get updated as needed/if this acc actually gets traction

an aside: im acespec! like i said, i do this for the love of the game

[kysluts]

i like when boys have pretty hands. hashtag let me ride ur fingers while you’re leaking and begging me to ride you instead

[gottabegreyhound]

…I’m Thinking™️ of three people.

Fine, I’ll say who: Driver, Julian and K :3

[t00littleanxiety]

Zack fucking himself on Driver’s fingers because he doesn’t want to overwhelm the guy so early into their relationship, but Driver is learning things about himself. Namely that he could watch Zack use his fingers for hours and they’d both probably get off on that alone 🤭

[the-quasar-hero]

Come, you simply must meet my associates! This woman right here is a delightful pervert of sorts, and this fellow here, he’s some kind of a fucking idiot.

[rotteninspace]

can yuo put that out on me

[gottabegreyhound]

re: my Court nsfw alphabet

“He finds that he really, really likes it. To his utter surprise, he prefers to be doing the cock warming instead of having his warmed.”

Court needing something more than the usual pressure that Zack supplies to help him sleep, so Zack offers a different kind of pressure.

-🪱

‘Little bit of this, little bit of that’ kinda fic for them lmao. Zack is… something else. He really wants that cookie, and he’s very understanding of that cookie’s issues (sensory issues this time… Court’s autistic, we all know this). Word Count: 1642

Zack could feel Court tossing and turning in the bed beside him. The man had been shuffling around, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep, for maybe fifteen minutes before Zack finally had enough.

"Court," He said, stopping Court from moving again with a hand on his shoulder.

Court sighed. "Sorry," He mumbled, forcing himself to lie still on his back. "Can't sleep."

Zack took his arm away and turned towards Court. "Pressure?" He asked, knowing Court would understand.

"…Maybe," Court replied sheepishly. "You don't have to—"

"Can't sleep with you moving around," Zack cut him off. "C'mere."

Court turned on his side, facing away from Zack, and pushed himself into Zack's arms. Zack pulled Court against his chest and wrapped an arm around him, placing his hand on the man's stomach.

Court sighed softly. The pressure and heat from Zack helped him relax. He actually thought he'd be able to sleep tonight after all.

"Thanks," Court whispered, adjusting the blankets.

"Mhmm," Zack hummed back.

It was silent for a long time. Sleep didn't come to Court like he thought it would. Zack noticed him trying to get comfortable still, feeling more awake with Court pressing against his… everything.

"What's wrong?" Zack whispered, hand pressing down into Court's stomach.

Court shrugged. "Just… Not comfortable." He wasn't sure how else he could fix this. Zack had already done everything he could to help Court sleep, Court didn't want to bother him anymore.

"Hmm," Zack thought for a moment before landing on something… unique. "Got an idea."

Court turned his head a little to the side to look at Zack, curious. "What is it?"

"We got anything I can use?" Zack asked himself as he let go of Court and reached over to the bedside table.

Court turned towards the man, wondering what the hell he was doing. "Zack?"

Zack found a small container of lotion and cheered quietly. "This will work," He mumbled to himself.

Court glanced between the lotion and Zack. "What are you planning?"

Zack put a hand on the waistband of his pants. "Pressure… from the inside," He explained with a self-satisfied smile.

Court's eyes widened as he glanced at the lotion again. "Oh," He said dumbly. "That— Uhh."

"Might help, might not," Zack shrugged. "Up to you."

Court looked around the room as he debated whether or not to do this, eyes never focusing on any one thing. Eventually, he stopped and put a hand on his own waistband. "Okay," He nodded to Zack.

Zack smiled faintly, biting his lip as he took off his own shorts and underwear. He left the clothes on the ground and got back into bed fully.

Court undressed from the waist down as well, not looking at Zack as his heart hammered. He threw his clothes to the floor and pulled the covers down enough for Zack to see what he was doing in the low light.

Zack lay down behind Court again, waiting for the man to turn his head forward to open the lotion. He breathed out through his nose steadily as he wrapped a lotion-covered hand around his length. He placed his head against the back of Court's, smelling the shampoo he'd used earlier in the shower.

Zack expected Court to rush him so that he'd get to sleep faster, but the man didn't protest as Zack teased himself for another minute. Court shifted open his legs for Zack when the man placed a hand on his ass.

"Good?" Zack checked again, kneading Court's skin gently.

Court swallowed and hummed in affirmation. Zack pushed a finger inside of Court, feeling just how tight the man was. He was glad he decided to loosen Court before he went inside himself, he doubted he'd be able to fit with how tight Court was right now.

"Relax for me," Zack said into Court's ear.

Court shuddered and gripped the sheets beneath him, forcing his body to relax. "M'kay," He mumbled once he was ready.

Zack pushed his finger deeper inside of Court, working on the tense muscle to get Court opened up for him. The man's body twitched beside him once but otherwise did not react.

"Almost done, then you can sleep," Zack assured him. Court hummed in acknowledgment and closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Zack's finger loosening him.

Zack slipped a second finger inside Court, making the man groan lowly. Zack shushed him gently and spread his fingers. When he felt that Court wouldn't be too tight, he slowly retracted his fingers.

Court bit back a whine at the loss. Guess that feeling of being full was more relaxing than he thought it'd be.

Zack aligned himself with Court's hole. He squeezed Court's hip before pushing in. Court's legs jumped as Zack pulled him against his chest, bottoming out quickly and seemingly choking on a very quiet whine.

Zack wrapped his arm back around Court and rubbed his stomach. "Get some sleep," He said, pulling covers back over them.

Court pressed himself against Zack as much as he could. The man held onto Court tighter, hoping to give him the pressure he needed to relax. Zack could feel Court's tension drain from him the longer he stayed in Zack's arms.

Court put a hand on Zack's wrist, not pulling his hand away, just touching as he started drifting off to sleep. He readjusted his hips subconsciously and heard a small whimper come from behind him.

Court's eyes opened. "Zack?" He called out worriedly. He sounded half asleep, but he needed to know if the man was okay.

"Mhmm," Zack responded. He couldn't help rolling his hips a few times into Court, sighing into the man's ear as Court's muscles clenched around his dick.

"Zack—" Court choked on his spit, not expecting the stimulation.

"Sorry," Zack forced himself to remain still, hand tightening on Court's abdomen. "Fuck."

Court felt his heart rate spike. Zack's voice was so low and close to his ear. He sounded so nice all breathy and whiny. Court forced his breathing under control again and squeezed Zack's wrist, hoping the man would understand that Court wasn't mad.

Zack breathed into Court's hair heavily, trying to calm himself down and let Court sleep. "Just so tight," He explained, licking his lips as he thought about how sensitive Court's body was.

Court turned his head slightly to look back at Zack. The man had his head down on Court's shoulder now and was gripping Court's front tightly to stop himself from thrusting.

Court thought about what to do as he looked Zack over. He could a) just sleep, or b) have Zack fuck him first and then sleep… Either option sounded pleasant, but one was definitely more appealing than the other. Court was sure Zack wouldn't mind cumming right now, too.

"Go ahead," Court whispered, turning his head forward again. He clenched around Zack intentionally and the man growled.

"You sure…?" Zack panted, voice shaking with want.

"Don't make me—," Court started to respond but Zack snapped his hips into him before he could finish.

Zack groaned into his hair as he began thrusting, chasing release as fast as he could. He held Court's stomach and pressed down hard to feel himself through Court's skin.

Court's nails bit into his wrist as he felt the pressure Zack was giving him inside and out. "Fuck," He gasped.

Zack kept tight hold of Court, his hips rolling steadily, making his dick hit Court's prostate repeatedly.

"I'll be quick," Zack said into Court's ear. "Promise."

"Mhmm," Court tried to answer but couldn't, too lost in the pleasure and comfort Zack was giving him.

Zack kissed the side of Court's neck lightly, not sure if the sensation of his lips and tongue would be uncomfortable to Court right now. He chased his climax and found his hips stuttering a few times before he came, buried deep inside Court.

Court's legs and abdomen twitched at the feeling of warm cum inside him. "Ahh," He panted, feeling overwhelmed but wanting to cum too.

Zack's hand dropped from his stomach and inched closer to Court's dick. He hesitated and hummed questioningly in Court's ear.

Court nodded, eyes closing as Zack wrapped his hand around Court's length. Zack wasted no time in stroking Court at a fast pace. Zack shushed him soothingly, clamping his arm over Court's side to maintain pressure as Court neared his release.

"Zack—" Court choked and turned his face into the pillow. He came in Zack's hand, the man working Court through his orgasm and stopping before he could become overstimulated.

Zack took his hand away carefully. "You okay, sweetheart?" He asked sincerely, scanning Court to see if he was upset or hurt.

"Mhmm," Court groaned as he shifted his hips to get comfortable again. "I feel warm."

"I can get a towel," Zack offered, pulling away from Court's back. "It'll get rid of that feeling."

Court grabbed his arm before he could get up or pull out. "It's— I'm fine," He stuttered. "…Can we sleep now?"

Zack was surprised but didn't comment. "Whatever you want," He mumbled and lay back down. He wiped his hand off on the sheets and placed his hand back on Court's abdomen. "Sleep, I'll clean this up tomorrow."

Court hummed appreciatively and drifted off to sleep. Zack laid a featherlight kiss to Court's neck and closed his eyes. Court's soft breathing and warm back made Zack fall asleep, somehow maintaining a strong hold on Court throughout the night.

Court made him change the sheets the instant Zack woke up, shoving his shoulder repeatedly until Zack got out of bed and did what he was told. Zack complained the whole time, but even put new sheets on the bed before Court could.

Has Court ever mentioned how much of a little shit Zack is? Because he is.

[t00littleanxiety]

[gottabegreyhound]

Driver getting so into detailing his car that he ends up cumming completely untouched from it

This is pretty short… but Driver is very loving as always. Word Count: 758

Driver had taken one look at his Malibu after driving through mud and knew he'd be detailing her later. Her paint job was decorated in dirt and it made Driver's chest tighten every time he glanced at it.

He'd set up what he'd needed just outside of his garage some time later, the sun shining down on his back. Driver knew the Malibu would be sparkling in that sunlight soon enough.

He'd sprayed the car, getting rid of the initial, looser layers of dirt and mud. After that, Driver added soap to the water and covered every inch of the car. He let it sit for all of two seconds, wanting his Malibu to be shining sooner rather than later— his impatience making an appearance for the first time in a long while.

Driver sprayed the car again with just water, getting rid of the majority of the grime covering her paint job. He felt his chest loosen just seeing most of his Malibu's paint come back to the surface.

He took a sponge after that, making sure it was soapy, and started scrubbing the car down. Driver was careful of the paint, not wanting to scratch it in any way. He could feel the heat of the sun beating down on him as he realized just what he was doing: Bathing her.

The thought forced him into stillness, hand and sponge mid-wipe on her front right fender. Driver glanced at the rest of his car— he had a lot of car to clean, to bathe. He swallowed and felt a different kind of heat coursing through his body.

He cleared his throat and continued scrubbing, his free hand lingered on the clean parts of the car, rubbing his hand over her subconsciously.

Driver's pants tightened as he stood back up, having scrubbed down every inch of the car. He went back to spraying water, shifting from foot to foot to stimulate himself. It didn't do much, but he bit his lip feeling just a tiny bit of relief.

Driver grabbed a clean microfiber towel after rinsing her, starting at the front of the car and beginning to dry her off. He leaned over the hood to reach every inch of her and felt his erection press against the metal.

He groaned at the feeling and ground his hips down a few times, trying to dry the Malibu at the same time. He gave up stimulating himself and focused entirely on getting rid of the water on his car.

Once the car was fully dry, Driver realized he was panting. It wasn't from exertion; he'd never had a problem cleaning her before. This was because he was getting wound up and needed relief fast.

Driver looked his car over, wondering if he could grab something from the shop to buff her and make her sparkle. The thought made him press his hands down onto the trunk. She'd look beautiful all buffed; she'd look like she was dolled up for him.

Driver pressed his forehead into the trunk and groaned, shocking himself by cumming untouched. He panted and ground his hips against the trunk, letting the Malibu finally stimulate him now that she was clean.

He whined as the stimulation became too much, but kept thrusting his hips. Driver felt himself growing hard again, already chasing another climax.

The Malibu rocked with his movements and Driver clung onto her as he clenched his jaw tightly. He came a second time, less than the first, but he still felt relief.

He sighed as he went still, panting into the paint of the trunk and letting the sun cook his sweaty back and neck. The Malibu felt warm under his skin, making Driver close his eyes.

When he thought he'd be able to stand upright again, he used the trunk to get himself up. Driver licked his lips as he looked at the trunk. There were sweat stains from where his face had been pressed against her paint.

Driver used his towel to wipe the sweat off and whispered, "Sorry."

He looked down at himself and saw the stain on his crotch. Driver chuckled to himself, shaking his head. She always got him wound up.

Driver patted the trunk and went around to the front of the car. He'd have to finish this after getting new pants and underwear… He hated the sticky feeling his cum left.

Driver didn't think the Malibu would mind waiting for him to come back to finish making her look pretty. She was kind like that.

[gottabegreyhound]

K - Appreciate (smut)

This is because I was talking to @regalfirebird about K’s… everything (hands, thighs, ARMS, veins— literally all of him). And then I thought about how he’d have a nice ass and that’s why he had to wear the long coat lmao. Can’t have the audience getting distracted by his booty when you’re supposed to be focused on plot.

So, this turned into body worship… I have no excuse. I just wanted K to feel appreciated and loved. Word Count: 2126

"Sweetheart?" K's voice called from the bathroom.

You stopped what you were doing and headed to the bathroom. "Yeah?" You replied just outside the door.

"…I forgot my clothes," He admitted quietly, voice just barely audible through the frame.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "K… I've seen you naked before."

"I know," K said back. You heard his footsteps approach the door before it opened.

He stood with a towel around his waist, head down as his shoulders tensed. You looked him over, checking for any injuries that needed treatment. When you didn't find any, you realized K wasn't fearful of being naked because he was hiding an injury… This was something else.

"K?" You called him softly. His hand tightened slightly on the towel where he was holding it in place, but otherwise didn't react.

"…I'll just—" He started, his voice shaking. "Excuse me."

Shit. Now he's being overly polite to you. That only happened when he was particularly stressed and seemed to forget you cared about him.

K was too used to being other to remember that you didn't treat him any less than literally every other living being on the planet. Sometimes he grew insecure, closed off, and shut down. K would always come back from those periods apologetic and teary-eyed, understanding if you'd want to leave him despite the pain it would cause him.

You blocked him from leaving the bathroom, just bringing your arm up slightly to halt his movements. K looked at your arm as if it were going to attack him and stilled.

"I'll get you clothes," You offered gently, bringing your arm back down to your side. "Why don't you make some tea after you get dressed?"

K glanced up at your face, seeing how earnest you were. "Okay," He responded with a small nod.

Giving K something to do helped him focus, helped him get back to the present. You left the bathroom and got clothes for him, picking out the comfiest, loosest shirt and pants.

You returned to the bathroom to find K looking at himself in the mirror, not blinking as he stared at his own face. You knocked on the doorframe lightly, getting his attention.

K took the clothes from you and you noticed the minute shake of his hands. You didn't say anything about it and left the room to get the supplies he'd need to make tea for him. You just liked doing the little things for K.

You went back out to the living room when you were done and sat down on the couch, pretending not to be worried and checking the kitchen every two seconds for him.

K got his tea together quietly, shuffling around the kitchen in the fresh, warm clothes you'd given him. He came out to the living room and sat down on the couch next to you.

You didn't notice it until he placed it in front of you on the table, but K had made tea for you too. K sipped his tea, relaxing back into the couch just a bit.

"Thank you," You told him with a small smile as you picked up your cup and drank with him.

K hummed in acknowledgment and shuffled closer to you, brushing his shoulder against yours. "Sorry," He whispered into his cup.

"For what?" You blinked in confusion.

"Earlier," K clarified shortly.

You set your cup down on the table, K copying your action a second later. "It's okay," You said sincerely, leaning into his shoulder.

K turned toward you. "Sweetheart," He breathed out, unable to say what he wanted.

You placed a hand on his cheek and he closed his eyes. It always felt heavenly when you touched him. "Just stressed today?" You finally felt that he was okay enough to ask.

K shrugged. "I'm… Yeah."

You could tell there was more to it but didn't push. You had a feeling his other problem had to do with his appearance— his body. Instead of speaking, you leaned forward and kissed his cheek. You just wanted to see what he was okay with right now.

K smiled faintly as you pulled away from his face. Okay, that's good. "Hmm," You hummed as you thought of what to say. "I could kiss you everywhere."

K froze and started to blush, shaking his head at your words. "That's…" You stroked his cheek with your thumb, causing him to trail off and close his eyes.

"Can I?" You whispered.

K brought a hand up to place over the back of yours. He nodded silently as you watched his ears turn red.

You leaned forward and kissed the side of his neck. K exhaled shakily and squeezed the back of your hand to steady himself. Your free hand went to the hem of his shirt and tugged lightly.

K pulled away from you just long enough to get his shirt over his head. He placed the shirt down on the table beside his tea before placing a hand on his waistband.

You sat back and let him decide if he wanted to take his pants off, watching K's face closely as he thought about what he wanted to do. After a brief pause, he hummed to himself and pulled his pants down, slipping out of the clothing and placing them on the table.

He didn't look at you now that he was naked, eyes down and biting the inside of his cheek. You shuffled towards him on the couch, somehow getting closer, and slowly wrapped your arms around him.

K let out a surprised sound. He didn't return your gentle hug for a minute, just feeling your warmth and gentleness. Just when you were about to pull away, thinking he was uncomfortable, K tightly wrapped his arms around you and placed his head on your shoulder.

You felt up and down his back, feeling how tight all of his muscles were from stress and anxiety. You shushed him softly and felt him relax into you minutely.

K kissed your neck in thanks before pulling away, less embarrassed now and more eager. He lay down on the couch, you between his legs, and held onto the couch cushion beneath him as he breathed harshly.

You watched his chest rise and fall, eyes scanning his muscles and soft skin appreciatively. "You're beautiful," You murmured, almost too quiet for him to hear.

K fidgeted on the couch beneath your intense stare, not believing your words at all. "Sweetheart," He whispered. "I—"

"You are," You implored, voice still soft. "Lemme show you?"

You readjusted his body beneath you, putting his knees over your spread thighs. K took a deep breath seeing the position he was now in and nodded. "Okay," He replied weakly.

You leaned over him and glided your hands up and down his sides. It was a relaxing, gentle touch that made K hum and close his eyes. You smiled seeing his reaction and used his hips to anchor yourself as you bent down to kiss his stomach.

K's stomach jumped under your lips and he put a hand on the side of your neck, just wanting to touch you. You trailed kisses up and down his abdomen, stopping to lick the vein that shows right above his waistband.

K's legs twitched over your thighs but otherwise remained still. He sighed as you kissed his hipbones, enjoying the gentle touch but still baffled by what you were doing.

"So strong, too," You mumbled as you moved up his stomach to kiss his chest.

K's hand wrapped around the back of your neck loosely to ground himself, panting as your tongue glided over his nipple.

"Mm," He clenched his jaw to stay quiet.

You looked up at him, kissed his pec, and said, "It's okay, you can make noise."

K let out a low whine when your tongue swirled around his nipple again. "Oh—" He threw an arm over his face, covering his eyes.

You let him hide just this once, focusing your attention on his body. You switched from one nipple to the other, repeating what you'd just done to his sensitive skin.

K's legs wrapped around your lower back subconsciously, squeezing you lightly as he started to let out little sounds. You pulled away from his chest, planted a kiss over his heart, and slid your hands under his legs.

K yelped as your hands took hold of his ass. He looked up at you with wide eyes, lips parted as he panted. "What are you—"

"Your skin is so soft," You said, kneading his ass cheeks. You massaged his skin and watched him turn red. "So perfect."

K whined at your words, pushing his head back into the couch cushion. "Not—"

You squeezed his ass, making him squeak and stop talking. "Fit so well in my hands," You praised quietly, intentionally ignoring what he was about to say.

K gave up trying to convince you he wasn't beautiful or perfect or soft. Instead, he relaxed into your hands and hummed as your hands moved from his ass to the backs of his thighs.

You kneaded the skin there, whispering praise to him the whole time. K felt somehow both relaxed and aroused. It wasn't something he'd ever felt in his life, so he was lost on what to do.

Your hands pulled away from his legs finally, deeming his skin sufficiently massaged. You placed a hand on his hip, squeezing to get his attention.

"Hmm?" He responded to your call tiredly. This was probably the most relaxed he'd felt in a while, in some strange way.

"Wanna cum?" You asked, your other hand on the inside of his thigh. "Then you can sleep."

K blinked down at his erection, noticing for the first time how much precum he'd been leaking. "Shit," He mumbled. "…Please."

You smiled at his politeness and leaned down to kiss his lips, wrapping a hand around his dick as you did so. K groaned into your mouth, both of his hands coming up to hold the sides of your head.

You stroked him gently, causing K to whine. He still wasn't used to your kind touch, he wasn't sure if he ever would be.

You pulled away from his lips and looked into his eyes, seeing his starstruck, eager look. You smiled and kissed his forehead before leaning away to focus on making him cum.

K let out a choked moan as your thumb brushed over his tip. "Oh, God," He panted.

You teased his tip some more, using your other hand to trail up and down the underside of his length. K's eyelids fluttered as your hand ghosted over the vein on his dick.

You stroked him faster now, stopping your teasing and bringing him closer to climax. K's legs tightened around your back, almost to the point of being painful, but he still had the brain capacity to know what would be too hard on you.

K reached down to hold your wrist, just wanting to touch, and rolled his hips into your hand right before cumming. He groaned brokenly, his hips stuttering as his cum decorated your hand and his abdomen.

You praised him quietly, letting him catch his breath before removing your hand. You pulled his hand off your wrist with your other hand and kissed the back of it.

K's half-lidded eyes focused on what you were doing, breathing still harsh. He sighed softly and mumbled, "You're gonna be the death of me."

You chuckled as you placed his palm down on his chest. You took his legs off your thighs and got off the couch. K watched you disappear, wondering what you were doing.

You returned with a warm, damp towel and cleaned him. K looked away from you as the towel touched him, feeling embarrassed.

You wiped your hand clean, left to throw the towel back into the bathroom, and returned to find K sitting up. His hands were on his knees, posture actually loose.

You gathered his clothes off the table and handed them to him. K took the clothes with a soft 'thank you' and dressed, his eyes distant.

Once he was dressed and you were sat back down on the couch, he turned to you, eyes more focused. "Thank you," He whispered.

You opened your arms and K fell into your chest without hesitation. You lay back on your side of the couch, having K lie on top of you. He pushed his head into the crook of your neck and sighed, relaxed and sleepy now.

You pet his hair and kissed the top of his head. "You're welcome," You whispered back, letting K drift off to sleep in your arms, cozy and without anxiety.

[t00littleanxiety]

[t00littleanxiety]

Courtland Gentry NSFW Alphabet

I’ve had this in the works for way too long. A good chunk of these are based primarily on the books, but there are no real spoilers [the only thing I would consider a spoiler is a vague reference to a scene in book 3].

The obvious warning for discussion of sex, but be warned that there is a brief mention of sexual assault in the W-Wild Card section.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Gentle and efficient. Assuming that he's the one to take change in the situation, he'll bring a towel over, clean his partner up, and help them back into whatever level of clothing that they want to be in. He'll also bring over a bottle of water when available.

If it's a fling, he isn't getting back it bed with them; he's getting cleaned up and ducking out as soon as possible. If he intends on staying (or is with a long term partner), he'll get back into bed with his underwear back on and cuddle.

He has a quiet adoration for showering together after sex, it's calming to him while feeling similarly intimate to the sex itself.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For the longest time, he felt his back and his shoulders were his best feature, now that he's got more scars, he's not so sure.

Court definitely has a thing for thighs and a general show of muscle. 100% would drool over someone's biceps.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

It's a thing that exists; he's not super happy about the mess, but the taste doesn't particularly bother him. He always uses a condom, in part because he doesn't want to leave dna behind, but also to practice safe sex. The last thing he needs is an std, or, god forbid, a child.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The most relaxed he's ever felt was in the middle of, what can technically be considered, an orgy. He was young and he knew everyone in the relatively small group, but he trusted everyone there. He may have also serviced everyone there, but he'd never tell anyone about that.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He canonically has gone years without bringing someone to bed with him. Court generally knows how to have sex, and he's not bad at it by any means, but he doesn't have enough experience to really feel confident in his actions. He canonically tells a partner that, "I'm not trained," because he's so nervous about having sex with her. [I have,, other thoughts about this scene, but that's for later]

Never dabbled into any kink scenes so his primary experience is from the occasional fling. Which is to say, he has very vanilla sex with short term partners and it takes a while for him to open up about what he likes to long term partners.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Anything that gets him as close as possible to his partner.

Standing, he loves when his partner wraps a leg around him (or both if he's holding them up), and he absolutely has to cling if he's receiving.

Laying down, spooning! It allows him to be as gentle as he wants and still feel his partner against him. When receiving, he prefers to face his partner, but still have that closeness (the name for this position is literally just "spoon, facing").

Oral, his favorite place to be in general is between his partner's thighs. This one takes the whole cake; Court on his knees with his partner's legs thrown over his shoulders.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Court is mostly serious, but his gentle side shows through. Even in flings, where he's more clinical about it, he's very soft with his partner in a way that takes the edge off.

In a long term relationship, he can be anything from snarky to adoring, but he's not really silly. He still has an air of seriousness that he brings to intimacy in general that shows in sexual encounters as much as it does in non-sexual encounters.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn't typically shave—paranoid about his hair and evidence as he is—but he doesn't have much pubic hair to begin with. Besides his beard, he doesn't have all that much in the way of body hair. If a long term partner asked him to shave, he probably would, but at that point it becomes their preference and not his own—he really just doesn't care.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Absolute lover boy. He's gentle and sweet when giving, and praise falls from his lips as easy as breathing when he's receiving. To Court, sex is about the intamacy as much as, if not more than, it's about the biological impulses.

Stage 5 clinger; he needs as much contact as possible with his partner as they're capable of giving him. He's so tactile and it really shows during sex. He's (politely) handsy.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He's so infrequent with it. Before he can feel comfortable masturbating, he needs to feel safe. Usually he doesn't feel safe, so he doesn't masturbate.

When he does, though, it's for maintenance more often than not. The occasional orgasm is good for his health, so he'll have a quickie and move on with his morning. It's just spit in his hand with a moderately fast pace and a focus on his tip.

Actual indulgence is different; he takes his time. He plays with himself, really, testing pressures and speeds and the way his hand moves until he finds what he wants for the night. And then he slows down. If he really wants to lose himself—as infrequently as he wants that—he'll put a couple fingers in his mouth and focus his hand on the base of his dick.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Oh boy, where do I even start?

There's two categories here, kinks that he knows that he has, and kinks that are unknown to him. His oral fixation will have a whole section later, but he's well aware of it. Mutual masturbation is another big one for him, but it folds into the exhibitionist streak that he's not truly aware of; he likes putting on a show for his partner's pleasure.

Praise and taking direction go hand in hand, and they're definitely due in part to his time in the military. Court's praise kink is very obvious in bed, but less obvious in his day to day life. Taking direction and doing what he's told was just his life for several years, so he likes the spin of pleasure he can put on it in sexual situations.

He loves to give, both in the sense that he prefers to top and in the sense that he prefers to focus on his partner's pleasure. This also couples very well with him taking directions.

See this post for an in depth discussion of Court's sadism.

His military service also left him with a few kinks that he hasn't been able to explore, and most of them he's not really aware of. Bootriding is a big one, and the one closest to his awareness, but uniforms and gunplay are also buried in him somewhere just waiting for a partner to dig up.

Only with a long term partner would he discover that he has a thing for overstimulation and cock warming. Overstim requires a deep amount of trust for him to even try, let alone ride out, so the attempts would be very planned (though likely not his idea in the first place). Very rarely does he want to lose himself in a sensation, and overstimulation is exactly that; it becomes a favorite of his if he can get passed that initial hurdle. Cock warming would only have come up in conversation between him and a long term partner. He's immediately more comfortable with giving than receiving (assuming his partner has the equipment for Court to receive), but he does crave the quiet intimacy of that connected feeling to give it a try. He finds that he really, really likes it. To his utter surprise, he prefers to be doing the cock warming instead of having his warmed.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Security is a big thing for Court, so any room that's been secured by him is in the clear. He definitely prefers a bed, but his affinity for closets and cramped spaces probably bleeds over into his sexual preferences.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Shows of competence hit him with an immediate spike of interest and arousal, but it's not often those spikes are developed into something real and acted upon.

The easiest way to turn him on is putting something in his mouth, most commonly, this means making out with him. He could make out and frott or dry hump with someone and be completely fulfilled.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Court isn't a huge fan of penetration, from either position. CNC is also pushing it, he doesn't like pretending that the sex isn't consensual even when he knows it is.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Admittedly, this one is more based on the movie than the books.

Oral fixation. Court has an oral fixation. His favorite way to pleasure someone is with his mouth and he is damn good at it. He's objectively better with dicks than vaginas, but he's still incredible with both. (He has more practice with dicks, is all)

Besides that, he cums faster and harder if he's got his mouth on something. Wether it's fingers in his mouth or a tongue against his teeth or a dick down his throat or he's biting someone, he'll gladly take it and his partners will know he likes it.

If he could get away with just oral for the rest of his life, he would. Especially because he loves receiving, too.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Everything he does, he does efficiently. Generally, he likes things drawn out, slow and deep. He wants to take his time, but he's not opposed to going faster for his partner. If he's with a long term partner, though, he might make them beg for it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He prefers outercourse to intercourse, so what most people consider a "quickie" is just his ideal sexual encounter. With a long term partner, "quickie" would be a misnomer in that he draws out the experience but the actions are generally the same.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Court isn't averse to risk, but it has to be planned/talked about prior. He won't do something if it's sprung on him. As for potential harm, he'd want time to get used to safety procedures before an official try. He'd be very tame with any injury to his partner, preferring to keep weapons out of his sexual encounters. Well, at least out of his hands during his sexual encounters, there's still that gunplay kink he's got buried; he wouldn't mind a loaded gun pointed at him—or in his mouth, for that matter.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

He lasts decently long, and could probably go 5-7 rounds on his best day. A typical day, he could get 3 in before he's tapping out, but if his partner wants head after that, he'd find energy within himself to give head.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He's not a big fan of toys, on himself or his partner. Props though, that's a different story. Rope and handcuffs don't really count as "toys" but by god does he love getting restrained by a trusted partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Court isn't one to tease, that much. It depends mostly on his partner. If he knows he can get a bigger reaction from them by teasing, he'll tease them gently with his hands or mouth, and sometimes with his words. He only really teases at the beginning; very few people have ever warranted teasing for longer than the initial moment.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud and noisy. He doesn't quite groan so much as he growls, and even then it sounds more like a whimper than it ever sounds like a groan. His whimpering becomes more clear as he gets closer, spaced with little gasps and a choked out moan when he finally cums. Court tries to muffle himself in the shoulder or chest or back of his partner, but it doesn't always work.

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Your second warning; mentions of sexual assault in this section!

My entire view of Court's character has been shaped by the idea that he's sexually assaulted in book one (non canon) and then again in book three (canon coercion). He does not completely recognize that what happened to him was sexual assault; Court can’t wrap his head around the idea that he could have a desire to have sex with someone and it could still be assault. [My full analysis post isn’t complete, but for context Court tells her to wait, she says no and then badgers him into saying yes while making increasing advances; he’s clearly uncomfortable.]

That being said, I think his distaste for penetration is something he held long before his assault, it was just those moments that reinforced his dislike of penetration. He much prefers outercourse and he always has.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Just about 5 inches flaccid, to about 6.5-6.6 inches erect. He's also thicker and more sensitive than average. Court has generally prominent veins, but the most prominent is on the underside of his dick near the base.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Super low sex drive. Like, he's around people so little that talking to them doesn't cross his mind, let alone having a sexual encounter. Actual yearning though? Oh, that man would stare wistfully at the object of his affections for hours if he could get away with it.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless he's being fucked to sleep by a long term partner, Court is wide awake after sex. Usually, he'll use that time to slip out of the room and leave—he almost never sleeps in the same room as his flings. Clean up falls mostly to him, if he's able, but even when he's spent, he won't sleep for at least and hour.

[t00littleanxiety]

The mouth on you! [derogatory] [horny]

[gottabegreyhound]

You should tie Zack up. And by “you” I 100% mean Court.

Maybe it’s part of some training exercise and Court gets bold and ties a knot that Zack doesn’t know how to get out of. Maybe Court reaches to undo the tie but Zack makes some uncouth joke about “this is the start of a porno” so Court just leaves him there for a few hours.

Except the only thing Zack can think about while he’s alone and tied up is how he very much wants Court to fuck him all tied up.

He’s more than a little needy when Court comes back in to get Zack for dinner.

-🪱

I said I’d find a way to make this freakier and did… twice. Their dynamic is so much fun to write, regardless of the… topic.

Zack may be a little… desperate and/or subby in this, but I think it works. Lemme know though. Word Count: 3141

"I need to work on my ropes," Court muttered to himself as he folded his clothes and put them away.

Zack glanced over at him, brows furrowed. He watched Court put his freshly cleaned clothes back in their respective places before getting out of bed. He sat down on Court's bed, intentionally putting his boots on the covers to get Court to look at him.

"We don't have anything scheduled this afternoon," Zack said, swinging his foot back and forth to make the cover dirty.

Court grabbed his foot and tossed it off his bed. Zack laughed as his foot hit the floor, eyes still on Court. Court finished putting his clothes away and sighed. "You're offering to help?" He asked, hands on his hips. "That's a first."

Zack pretended to be offended. "I always help!"

Court hummed, "Uh-huh."

Zack waved a hand at him dismissively. "Come on, we can go do it now before dinner," Zack said getting off the bed and heading towards the door.

Court followed him after a moment of contemplation, footsteps light unlike Zack's. They walked through the hallways of the building, turning corners where no one else was. Zack entered one of the smaller rooms, already shuffling through the supplies there to get Court what he needed.

Court closed the door behind him, glancing around the room. It looked like a closet— well, bigger than one— and had no windows. Zack turned back towards him with a thick, long cord of rope and held it out to him.

Court took the rope into his hands, running a thumb over the fibers and feeling out the weight. It was heavy and well made, something not many people could get out of without knowing how.

"Alright, sit down," Court motioned to one of the chairs in the room.

Zack huffed and sat down, foot tapping on the floor as he waited for Court to get moving. "You know, I'd like this to be done before dinner," He said to Court sarcastically.

Court didn't answer, just stepped behind Zack and started thinking about what kind of knots he wanted to work on. Zack whistled, bored as he waited for Court to get started.

Court tapped Zack's shoulder and the man half-turned his head to the side. "Gimme your hands," Court said quietly, readjusting the rope between his two hands.

Zack put his hands behind his back easily, foot still tapping on the floor. Court crouched down and hummed to himself as he worked on the first knot. Zack didn't move, just staring at the door.

Court tied only Zack's hands first, tying and untying the knot repeatedly, trying to get faster and more efficient at it. After that, he hummed approvingly to himself and stood back up.

Zack flexed his hands and rotated his wrists, but otherwise didn't move. His foot had stilled, but his eyes were still on the door. "Anything you needed to work on?" Zack asked curiously.

"Well," Court said, standing in front of Zack again and scanning the man. He was thinking of what else to work on, but Zack didn't know that. His face was relatively blank but his eyebrows were slightly furrowed together in concentration. "I just wanna brush up on it, ya know?"

Zack nodded and looked down for a moment. "Sure," He mumbled.

Court stepped between Zack's legs, looking down and picturing what other knots he could do. Finally, he took a half step back, crouched in front of Zack, and tapped one of the man's knees.

"Hmm?" Zack looked down at him.

"Put them together?" Court motioned between Zack's legs.

Zack brought his arms back to his front now that Court wasn't working on them and put his legs together. Court thanked him quietly, making Zack laugh. "Thanking me for letting you tie me up? How sweet are you?" He shook his head amusedly and placed his hands in his lap.

Court stilled for a moment, glanced up at Zack with widened eyes, before clearing his throat and continuing to tie Zack's legs together. Zack sat back in the chair, relaxed as can be, and watched Court work.

"You don't even really need to practice," Zack murmured. Court was good at this already, he didn't need to work on his knots. He's just a workaholic.

Court shrugged, finishing the knot and tugging it. He leaned back and looked at Zack. "Try to move."

Zack flexed his legs but couldn't get far. "Told you, your knots are fine."

Court placed his hands on Zack's knees and looked over the rope. Zack went still after Court touched him, but his hands tightened on his lap.

Court didn't notice, too focused on his work to see how Zack was reacting. When he was done checking the rope, he patted Zack's knees. "Okay, not bad," He said to himself before beginning to undo the rope.

Zack didn't say anything back and Court found that strange, but didn't look up to check the man. Court finished untying Zack and gently touched one of the man's calves. "Was that too tight?"

Zack broke from his silence and readjusted in his chair. He chuckled and shook his head. "'Too tight', he asks… It's meant to be."

Court shrugged. "Well, this is just training. I don't wanna hurt you."

Zack folded his hands together and just looked at Court for a second. "It wasn't too tight," He finally said.

Court relaxed and stood back up, fidgeting with the rope. "There is one knot I wanna try… Can I?"

Zack's curiosity was piqued now. "Sure," He smiled.

Court went back behind Zack and Zack put his hands behind his back without being told to. Court tied him from the elbows down and somehow— Zack wasn't sure— tied his ankles to the chair.

Zack tried to move his ankles before Court was finished tying him and found that the ropes became tighter the more he struggled. "How the hell…?" He mumbled quietly. "Court, what fucking magic did you just do?"

Court made sure the ropes were tied correctly and came back around to Zack's front. He placed his hands on his hips as he checked that Zack couldn't move and the ropes were acting the way he wanted. "Aww, I'm magical now. How nice of you," Court replied.

Zack rolled his eyes and tested the ropes around his arms. His arms and shoulders pulled further back and down behind him. "Okay, then," He mumbled to himself.

"Works the way I want it to," Court nodded approvingly at his own work.

Zack looked up at him when Court moved to undo the ropes. "This is like the start of a bad porno," Zack joked suddenly.

Court stopped and tilted his head, actually looking away from his work and seeing Zack in front of him for the first time. "Huh," He said when he noticed something. "Zack…"

"Yes?" Zack asked in confusion.

"Why's your heart going crazy?" Court stepped closer to him and pointed down at Zack's chest.

Zack looked down at himself and saw that his heart was visibly beating through his shirt. He cleared his throat. "Dunno," He said without any real conviction.

Court leaned down and placed a hand over Zack's heart. Zack's eyelids fluttered but he otherwise didn't move. Court felt his heart beating faster now that Court was touching him and smiled. "I think you do know," He murmured teasingly.

Zack struggled with the ropes around his arms again, his shoulders pulling back more and more the longer he fought. He gave up when the ropes started to edge towards 'too tight' and sighed. He looked down at his lap, away from Court. He didn't respond to what Court had said.

Court's hand left Zack's chest and went up to touch his jaw lightly. Zack glanced up but looked away from Court's eyes quickly. Court ran his thumb back and forth through the man's beard, feeling Zack's jaw clench under his hand.

"Stop it," Zack breathed out weakly.

Court hummed but shifted his hand to cup Zack's cheek gently. Zack's eyes finally met his. Court smiled at him. "There you are," He whispered.

Zack bit his lip but kept eye contact. Court leaned forward, almost brushing his lips against Zack's before pulling away. Zack was about to protest but Court placed a light kiss to his forehead.

Zack's eyes widened, lips parting in surprise. Court chuckled at his reaction and patted his cheek. "I'll be back," He whispered teasingly. "Don't hurt yourself."

Zack watched Court step away from him and make his way towards the door. "Court!" He shouted, voice cracking embarrassingly. "You can't—"

"You can be good," Court said over his shoulder. "I'll give you something later if you are."

Zack shut his mouth at that. Court glanced at him one last time before leaving the room. The door closed with a soft click. Zack was officially alone and tied up to a chair.

Part of Zack wanted to get out of the ropes just to prove to Court that he could, but another, larger part of him wanted to stay in place. That 'reward' sounded so damn enticing.

Zack couldn't even move. There was literally no way to escape. He sighed and looked down at his lap.

"Fucking asshole," He mumbled when he saw that he was hard now. Fucking Court. The man had to have known Zack would react this way. "Dick."

Zack couldn't even do anything about the fact he was hard. The only thing he could think of was Court dealing with Zack's… problem.

Zack had no idea how long he sat there tied to the chair, unable to get any relief or calm down. His heart was still hammering and actually picked up speed when the door cracked open again.

"Dinner time," Court said as he entered the room again. So it's been an hour or two.

Zack saw that the man was carrying a plate and tilted his head. "Court— The ropes," He glanced down at himself in emphasis.

Court just shrugged and dragged a chair forward to sit in front of Zack. He used a fork to mix the food, pretending not to notice anything about Zack's situation.

"You don't need hands," Court said, finally looking up at Zack. "You got mine."

Zack was actually lost for words. Court smiled far too sweetly at him for a moment before shuffling forward in his chair.

"Come on, open for me," Court told him, raising the fork full of food to Zack's face.

Zack turned his face to the side, breathing hard as his mind raced a mile a minute. He could feel his blood rushing down and his heart beating wildly. "Six," He warned quietly.

"You said you wanted dinner," Court said. "So eat."

Zack bit his lip. Is it possible to become harder than he already was? He turned back towards Court, blinking to reorient himself, and opened his mouth slightly.

"Good," Court praised and fed Zack the first bite of food. "How is it?"

Zack chewed and swallowed before nodding, eyes down. "It's fine."

"Just fine?" Court said disappointedly. "It's your favorite."

Zack hadn't even noticed what was on the plate. It was his favorite. Zack glanced up at Court, feeling somehow both humiliated and turned on.

Court left the conversation at that, letting Zack stew in his embarrassment and arousal. He gathered more of Zack's meal on the fork and lifted it to the man's mouth again.

Zack ate the food without any resistance. He couldn't look at Court as he chewed and felt his ears begin to burn.

Court praised him quietly after Zack had finished the plate. Zack breathed heavily through his nose, trying not to twitch and make the ropes tug around him tighter.

"Good dinner, huh?" Court said, placing the empty plate and fork down on the floor beside him.

"Mhmm," Zack managed to get out.

Court pulled his chair closer to Zack, bumping their knees together. He looked Zack over and let his eyes hang on Zack's obvious erection.

"Now," He placed his hands on Zack's knees. "How 'bout that reward?"

Zack's head snapped up to meet his eyes. He nodded enthusiastically, eyes widened in anticipation.

Court laughed at his eagerness and rubbed Zack's thighs. Zack tried shuffling in the chair so the man's hands would touch where he needed Court, but the ropes forced him to remain still.

"You're so impatient," Court mumbled. He reached for Zack's belt and undid it quickly.

Zack licked his lips as Court slipped the leather from around his waist and tossed it to the floor. He didn't even pretend to care about the belt as the buckle clanged against the floor— He was too focused on what he needed Court to do.

Court unzipped Zack's pants and pulled down the waistband of the man's pants and underwear. He glanced up at Zack just to check that the man was watching before wrapping his hand around the man's length.

Zack groaned and his dick twitched in Court's hand. He was so needy right now. "Court," He whispered faintly. "Don't tease me… Please."

Court thought about it before deciding to agree. He wouldn't tease Zack anymore than he already had… Mostly, anyway. "I won't," He whispered back. "You've been good, just like I asked you to be."

Zack couldn't stop his body from reacting to Court's words. His length twitched in Court's hand again as he whined quietly.

Court rubbed his thumb over Zack's tip and watched the man close his eyes and moan. Court hushed him softly and kept teasing Zack's slit.

"Court," Zack begged. "I— Fuck."

Court stopped teasing the man, a smile on his face, and started stroking Zack's dick. Zack dropped his head as Court's hand moved. "Faster—" Zack choked out. "I— I was good."

Court's eyes widened slightly. He'd never heard Zack speak like this. "You were good," He repeated softly, watching Zack nod subconsciously and try to roll his hips into Court's hand.

Court held Zack's hip down with his free hand as his other hand sped up. Zack whined louder than before and panted heavily. Court noticed how much he'd needed relief for the first time. Zack's tip was red and leaking so much. Court felt a bit of pride knowing he'd caused that.

Court leaned forward and up in his chair, the side of his face brushing against the side of Zack's head. Zack placed his forehead on Court's shoulder and felt Court's breath against his ear. "Look at you," He whispered.

Zack shook against his shoulder, whining again. "'m close," He told Court.

"Did so well," Court praised in Zack's ear. "So wound up, aren't you?" Zack's length twitched in Court's hand again at his words.

Court focused on making Zack cum, stroking him faster and with a firmer grip. He felt the man's head press harder into his shoulder before all of his muscles locked up.

Zack came in Court's hand, panting wildly and almost choking on spit. Court's hand moved away from Zack's hip and onto his back. He felt Zack's muscles twitch under his hand and smiled.

Zack was in the midst of catching his breath when Court squeezed the base of his dick lightly. Zack gasped and jumped, tightening the ropes around his arms and ankles.

Court retracted his hand from Zack's length as he chuckled. Zack rubbed his forehead against Court's shirt, wiping the sweat off on him in retribution.

"Such an ass," Zack said once he'd calmed down.

"Mhmm," Court only hummed and helped Zack relax back against the chair. "So… Everything you hoped for?"

Zack watched Court's lips pull up into a teasing smile and sighed. "Can't go giving you of all people an ego," He replied.

Court pushed the chair back and wiped his cum-stained hand on Zack's pant leg. Zack looked down at his pants and then up at Court tiredly. "Dude," Zack said.

Court bit back a smile and grabbed Zack's belt off the floor. He got Zack's pants and underwear back into place before slipping the belt through the loops.

He stood from his chair, putting it back where it belonged, before going behind Zack to undo the ropes. Zack remained still, knowing he'd need a change of clothes and a shower sooner rather than later.

Court undid the knots around his arms and Zack felt the tension in his upper arms and shoulders fade. He adjusted in the chair, finally, and watched Court come back in front of him to undo the knots around his ankles.

Zack's hand reached forward, hesitated, before landing on the top of Court's head. Court stilled, his hands in the midst of undoing the knot around Zack's left ankle. Zack scratched his scalp lightly, messing up his hair, then pulled away slowly.

Court blinked harshly to get himself together before undoing the knot completely. He undid the knot around Zack's right ankle right after, feeling the man's eyes on him the whole time.

Court cleared his throat, feeling his heart begin to beat faster, and started to rise from his crouch. Zack's hands came forward and rested on both sides of his face. Court stopped moving, unsure if he'd done something wrong.

Zack leaned forward and connected their lips lightly. He pulled away before Court could do anything and stood from his chair, forcing Court to take a half-step back.

Zack took the rope out of Court's hands as the man stood in a daze. He placed the rope where it belonged in the room and turned back towards Court.

Court blinked a couple times. He hadn't expected that. Zack laughed at his face and threw an arm over his shoulder. "What? You were going to earlier," He told Court as he dragged him to the door. "You're just too much of a tease, so I'll be the nice one."

Court smiled faintly even as he felt himself begin to blush. Zack threw the door open and they started to walk out of the room together.

"The plate," Court said suddenly as he stopped walking.

Zack stopped moving, looked confused for a second, before turning around and grabbing the plate off the floor. He handed it to Court and patted his shoulder. "Priorities," Zack said sarcastically despite the smile on his face. "Man, you kill me."

Court pushed Zack's shoulder to make him move as he scoffed. "Shut up and keep walking."

Zack laughed as he kept walking down the hallway, back towards their room. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Court was following, a small, genuine smile on his face.

Court caught up to Zack and they moved together side by side, neither finding any words to say after that.

Court wondered if they'd pretend as if nothing happened, but something about Zack's smile told him otherwise.

[t00littleanxiety]

[gottabegreyhound]

Whew I’m nervous first time requesting hiyah

I read your works 'keys' & 'shifter' so many times already… still a delightful read no matter how many times I go back to them. Big big kudos

On the topic of drivers Malibu… I’ve thought about something involving reader… like they’ve been with driver for a bit gotten to the point where they have a pretty good sexual history together already but he forgot to relay how much of an *intimate* relationship he has with his car and maybe it’s a midnight ride with reader in the passenger on one of those particularly stressful nights for him..where he’s really desperate but trying to hide it (he fails)

I think readers a big tease about it if driver shares he’s jerked off in the Malibu before but ultimately… they wanna take care of him but but with a bit of show first if that’s fine… possibly asks driver how he usually gets off in the car… possibly some handjob action from reader and again teasing driver by whispering filthy things in his ear if you please..

preferably gn! reader thanks for listening

The way you’re a genius for thinking of this. This is such a good idea oml. I made it freakier than it already is somehow… Also, I love requests, so don’t be nervous and thank you so much! :3

Driver loves both his beloved Malibu and reader dearly. A lot of his love and worries are left unspoken, but I hope it comes across the way I want it to. Word Count: 1901

Driver had come home around dinner time, shoulders tense and jaw clenched. You didn't ask what was wrong, not yet anyway. You knew by now he needed time to relax mentally before understanding that he could come to you for help.

You'd made him dinner, not letting him even get his own glass of water, and ate with him in silence. Driver had relaxed ever so slightly by the time he'd finished his meal. He'd thanked you softly and let you take away his dishes without protesting. Usually, on better nights, he'd refuse to let you cook and clean the dishes. It didn't feel fair to him, but tonight he was just so exhausted and stressed out, he didn't speak up.

After dinner and leaving Driver alone to take a shower, wondering if you were stressing him out more, he put his jacket back on and grabbed his keys. He waited for you to get out of the shower and quietly asked, "Go for a ride?"

It helped you calm down. Driver wasn't upset with you… but it still left you wondering what was wrong.

You agreed to come with him and got dressed quickly. Driver waited patiently at the door, fidgeting with the rabbit's foot on his keychain.

"Okay, I'm ready," You said as you came around the corner.

Driver smiled faintly before opening the door. You followed him out of the apartment and down to the garage below the building. He unlocked the Malibu and opened the passenger door for you.

You got in, thanking him softly, and watched him pat the door before closing it. Driver went around to his side of the car and got in, starting the Malibu and listening to the engine for a moment.

You buckled in and watched him sit back in his seat, closing his eyes and just breathing. You were worried. You were very worried about him. But you didn't speak, not until you were more sure he'd open up.

Driver mechanically put his seatbelt on and pulled the car out of its parking space. He took hold of your hand as he got onto the street, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand gently.

You smiled down at your joined hands and watched the buildings and neon signs pass out the window. Driver felt a bit more relaxed with the steering wheel in one hand, and your hand in the other, but it wasn't enough.

Driver kept you two moving for a while, just strolling from street to street, drifting between closed shops and cars on the sides of the roads. Eventually, he decided to go somewhere quiet. The city wasn't helping him relax, so maybe some nature would.

You didn't say anything as he got the Malibu moving towards one of his many private hangout spots. Driver had taken you to many of his favorite spots before, but it still felt special knowing he trusted you to be in his space.

Driver pulled the car into a secluded, grassy area with tall trees. He threw the Malibu into park, letting go of the steering wheel to shift so he didn't have to stop holding your hand. He sighed and sat back in his seat, looking out at the trees swaying in the moonlight.

You figured now was the time to speak up. "What happened?" You asked softly. "Work?"

Driver shrugged. "Just been like this."

You hummed in understanding. It was just one of those days. You unbuckled, making him do the same, and placed your other hand on top of his. "When did this start?" You asked, wondering if there was a specific event you could label as the starting point for Driver's stress. Sometimes he couldn't figure out what he was feeling until you picked away at his problems with small questions like this one.

Driver thought for a moment before replying. "This morning. I was just… nothing was going right."

"Morning at work, or morning at home?" You asked, hoping it wasn't you that had upset him.

Driver turned his head towards you and squeezed your hand. "Work," He told you softly. "Wasn't you. It's never you."

You felt relieved learning that and nodded. "Okay… Then why don't we just sit here a while? Maybe get something to eat later?" You suggested.

Driver hummed in agreement and pulled your hand into his lap. He looked down at your hand and used both of his hands to fidget with your fingers. Driver has always liked tracing your hands, looking and touching all the little scars and feeling your skin under his. It was always so soothing to him, even if your fingertips were freezing.

You watched him fidget for a while before realizing the Malibu was still running. "Wanna shut her off?" You motioned your head at the ignition.

Driver stopped tracing your hand and looked at the steering wheel, a panicked look in his eyes. You were going to ask if he was okay, but he shook his head before you could.

"…It's nice," He admitted weakly. "Hearing her."

You thought for a moment. "She does sound good, huh?" Maybe you and the Malibu could help Driver relax. "You take good care of her."

Driver hummed but his voice sounded weak. He looked down at your hand again and licked his lips, seemingly hyping himself up to say something. "She… I—" Driver stopped and clamped his jaw shut.

You squeezed his hand encouragingly and turned fully towards him in your seat. Driver glanced at you, eyes almost… scared, and placed your hand over his crotch wordlessly. He's trying to tell you something but just can't get the words out. Driver just hopes you understand… and don't think he's insane.

"She's good to me," He whispered.

Your palm pressed down slightly and his hands tightened on the back of yours. He whined from the back of his throat, and you realized he was getting hard. Driver wouldn't be getting hard from just that touch alone… so it had to be—

Your eyes widened at the realization. "Ahh," You smiled. "She's very good to you."

Driver nodded shyly, one hand leaving yours to rest on the bottom of the steering wheel. "We've— I've had her for a long time," He murmured.

You felt Driver's dick through his jeans grow harder the longer he thought and spoke about his car to you. You pressed your palm down again, harder this time, and heard him sigh.

Driver clung to your wrist and the steering wheel like a lifeline and felt relief. You weren't freaked out by him. Is that a first in his life? Someone learning something about him and not running away?

"I've—" He clenched his jaw a moment to stop himself from whining. "Been on a lot of rides with her… Gone to spots like this one."

"Show me," You put your head on his shoulder, speaking directly into his ear. "Show me what you do for her."

Driver licked his lips as he nodded. You retracted your hand from his pants and let Driver unzip his jeans. He remembered he was wearing a belt and hastily removed it, tossing the leather in the backseat carelessly.

He pushed down his waistbands and wrapped a hand around himself. Driver put his other hand on the steering wheel to anchor himself as he started stroking his length.

You realized something else tonight: This may have been the reason why he was wound up— stressed tonight. You kissed his neck, making Driver tilt his head to the opposite side to give you more room.

He continued stroking himself slowly as you kissed his throat. You could feel his heartbeat hammering against your lips. Driver whined lowly when your lips touched over his Adam's apple.

You brought a hand forward and wrapped it around his hand— the one he had around his dick. Driver looked down at your hand covering his with wide eyes as he kept stroking himself, beginning to pant. He pressed the accelerator of the Malibu and rolled his hips into his hand when the engine purred.

You made him speed up his strokes with your hand around his. "She makes you feel so good, huh?" You asked as you pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "Come on, let her hear you."

Driver whimpered and pressed his thumb against his tip. You praised him as he let out a quiet moan, and kissed his cheek as a reward.

"Roll your hips," You told Driver against her ear. "Show her that you love her."

Driver began thrusting into his— and by proxy, your— hand. He listened to the Malibu purr beneath him, felt your hand and breath on him, and groaned.

You laughed lightly at his apparent need and want for release. "This is all you needed?" You teased. "Us?"

"Uh-huh," Driver nodded without realizing. "Both so nice to me."

You leaned away from his ear and put a hand in his hair. Driver tilted his head into your hand, still chasing his climax. "So good to us," You praised. "Why wouldn't we be good back?"

Driver's eyelids fluttered shut as he came. He groaned as your fingers tightened in his hair and around his length. Driver's hips rolled just a few more times before stilling, his body slumping back in the seat.

Driver panted heavily as you pulled both his and your own hands away from his length. You pet his hair soothingly and kissed his forehead. "Feel better?" You asked against his ear.

"Mhmm," Driver hummed with a small smile. He blinked a couple times and looked at his steering wheel— It was dripping with his cum.

You looked where he was looking and smiled. "Now you gotta clean her," You said with a mischievous tone. "…Use your tongue."

Driver snapped his head towards you, still trying to catch his breath. You just sat back in your seat, licking the back of your hand where some of his cum had landed. "Go on, she'll like it," You encouraged him.

Driver glanced between your hand and your mouth before blushing. He dipped his head down against the steering wheel and licked his cum off the center of it. You told him he was doing a good job and he whined.

Driver pressed the accelerator of the car again, feeling the vibrations of the engine through his tongue, and groaned. He finished lapping up the mess he'd made and wiped his mouth clean with the back of his clean hand.

He sat back in the seat again, not able to make eye contact with you. You opened the Malibu's glove box and cleaned his body gently. Driver smiled shyly at you afterwards as you folded up the towel and placed it in the door holder.

Driver pulled his pants and underwear back up, not bothering to put his belt back on. You put your seatbelt back on, glancing over at him. "Ice cream?" You suggested.

Driver chuckled before putting his own seatbelt back on. He was much more relaxed now. Thanks to you and his Malibu.

"Thank you," He said as he pulled the car back out onto the road.

You placed your hand over his on the shifter. "You're welcome," You replied quietly.

Driver will have to get you something special as thanks. You deserved something wonderful for not leaving him… and loving her, too.

[t00littleanxiety]

Mechanophile Driver,, never stop

[panad0lhij4u]

he's so me (chronic smoker)

[stardust-unbound]

someone give him something else to fill his mouth

[kysluts]

doggy position in front of a mirror so i can use his hair to pull his head up so he can see how dumb he looks all fucked up and brainless

[how--did--this--happen]

Sometimes I think about how many geese have experienced or are implied to have experienced SA and just jesus christ there are so many

Cause like Julian canonically has, Luke canonically has if we're going by the script

A lot of people interpret Lars as having gone through it too

K and Court have fucked up relationships with authority figures and it is very likely for both of them

Stephen also has complicated transactional relationships with older men which can be read into in that way

Just jesus christ there are so many and I feel like I'm missing some of them

[gottabegreyhound]

Potentially Henry as well as Leland. No one talks about the fact Leland— who was like 15– was sexually abused by a grown ass woman who had children and a husband.

Court and K are barely even implied… it’s like ‘hey they were assaulted, moving on’ (more so in Court’s case… hello Ballistic— book 3). K is meant to mimic the abuse every Replicant faces, regardless of their purpose, so yeah…

If I start talking about Julian, I’ll strangle someone.

Stephen for sureeee has some underlying issues, and I need to read the script to see if anything is different or implied. But yeah, definitely some very unhealthy dynamics there.

And Luke. Fucking Christ, I wanted to kill everyone in the script for speaking to him or about him so horrifically.

So many of his characters have gone through some form of sexual assault, it’s fucking crazy.

[t00littleanxiety]

Thank you for mentioning Ballistic. Court genuinely gets coerced into sex; he spends several pages in a sexual situation after asking the person to wait (and being told no) before he ever verbally consents. I can’t remember the exact page count because my e-reader messes with the pages, but it was something along the lines of denial on page 3, increasing advances from 3-8, and verbal consent on page 7ish after 2 other instances of Court pulling away or denying advances.

Also, there’s Roy Chutney from The Slaughter Rule. He might be 18 at the time of the film but his coach is 100% a confirmed predator and well into adulthood. Roy is assaulted (grabbed) in front of his peers after trying to call his coach out.

~9/30 is wildly concerning

[kysluts]

i love when a pretty boy loves showing off. so cute. show me your outfit. show me the thing you saw today. show me your underwear. show me how adorable you look sucking and drooling over your own fingers. show me how pretty your cock looks leaking. show me how well you can arch your back. show me your pretty body. show me your needy holes.

[gottabegreyhound]

Hey, so why did I think of Jacob Palmer… and Ken.

[t00littleanxiety]

You thought of Jacob bc this is just Sebastian 5 drinks in and ready to take Jacob home

[gottabegreyhound]

“There’s only so much he can do by himself in his car.”

Grey,, he can fuck himself on the gearshift. He can and he should. I need to see Driver so hot and bothered and spent and still achingly fucking desperate for the Malibu.

Yes, he already got off, but it wasn’t enough and he needs more—immediately.

Is this thing on?

Hello?

-🪱

‘Grey can’t you just be normal about anything?’ NO. This is somehow freakier than the ask already was. Don’t ask me how, I just think of these things as I write. Word Count: 1567

Driver panted heavily as he stroked himself. The Malibu purred beneath him as Driver held onto the steering wheel tightly.

"Mm," He hummed as his thumb pressed against his tip roughly. He was going to cum soon, he knew it.

Driver's gloves creaked against the wheel as he sped up his fist, chasing his climax. His head hit the headrest as he choked on a moan.

Driver came in his gloved hand, continuing to stroke himself as his cum hit the steering wheel and his jeans. He squeezed the base of his dick experimentally and whined, eyes watering at the sensitivity.

Driver slowly let go of his length and blinked, forcing the tears of pleasure back as he glanced outside his car. No one was around. Of course, there wasn't, Driver was in the middle of nowhere intentionally. Only the trees and birds were his company. Well, them, and his beloved Malibu.

"Fuck," He murmured. "Lemme get that…"

Driver reached into the glovebox and pulled out a microfiber towel. He wiped the steering wheel and his pants down before reaching back over to the glovebox to close it.

Driver's hand stilled, towel still in hand as his eyes landed on his small bottle of leather conditioner. Driver placed the towel down on the passenger seat and took hold of the conditioner. The Malibu hummed beneath him almost encouragingly as he opened the bottle.

Driver still felt… wound up. He guessed cumming once wasn't going to be enough today. He'd already cleaned the Malibu once of his mess, what's one more?

"Hmm," Driver spoke to her. "One more, girl?"

The Malibu purred steadily and Driver smiled faintly, almost shyly as he looked down at the steering wheel. He sat back in his seat, putting the conditioner bottle in the cup holder, and pulled down his pants and underwear.

He folded his clothes neatly and laid them on the passenger seat beside the dirty towel. "I'll be quick, okay? Then we can keep moving," Driver told his Malibu.

Driver patted the top of the steering wheel and readjusted himself so he'd be bent over the center console. There was only so much room in a car to work yourself open, you know.

Driver grabbed the bottle of leather conditioner, letting far too much pour out intentionally. He rubbed the liquid between and over his gloved fingers before reaching behind himself.

He took a deep, steadying breath, placing his head against the passenger seat. Driver traced his rim and felt his dick twitch. He bit his lip, already knowing he was going to need more than his fingers to satisfy himself.

"Maybe," Driver glanced over at the gear shift. "Mmm, you wouldn't mind, would you girl?"

Driver pressed his finger against his entrance and clenched around his finger as he pushed inside himself. The Malibu purring soothingly kept him focused on pushing his finger in deeper.

Driver pressed his forehead into the seat harder as he arched his back, looking for a new angle to help him feel good. He choked on his spit when he thrusted his finger against his prostate.

He hummed and looked over at the shifter again. Driver needs to loosen himself for that.

With a task in mind, Driver sped up his finger, curling to brush his prostate now and then. He held onto the seat tightly with his other hand, forcing his hips not to roll against his finger. He didn't want to cum yet. It wouldn't be enough anyway if he did.

Driver slid another finger inside himself and immediately spread his fingers. He whined loudly in the small space, being louder than the Malibu's engine. "Sorry," He apologized quietly for speaking over her. "Fuck…"

Driver loosened himself slowly after that, careful not to make too much noise so he could always hear the Malibu. When he thought he was loose enough, and almost close to cumming from his fingers alone, Driver took his fingers out.

His hole clenched around nothing, and Driver could feel the conditioner dipping down his ass and thighs. Driver shakily got to his hands and knees, breathing heavily as he looked down at his leaking dick.

"Almost came without you," Driver pressed his head against the dashboard, letting the cold calm him down.

He pulled away a moment later and took the bottle of conditioner in his hands again. Driver poured more conditioner out onto his gloved palm and stroked the gearshift slowly. The conditioner spread across the surface and made the shifter shine.

Driver smiled at the pretty sight and made sure there was enough conditioner before snapping the bottle closed. He realized how he was going to have to orient himself and blushed. Maybe she's like his back to her engine today.

Driver swung his legs between the two front seats and used a hand to spread his ass cheek. Driver lowered himself down on the shifter slowly, watching outside through the rear windshield.

Driver felt the top of the shifter touch his rim and jumped. It was cold and smooth. "Mmm," He gripped the seat beneath him with his free hand and let the top of the gearshift push inside of him.

Driver gasped at the stretch as he sank onto the shifter. It was cold and smooth and perfect. "Oh," Driver's arms shook as he tried to keep himself upright. "Oh, sweetheart."

Driver wiggled when he was halfway seated onto the gearshift and moaned loudly. The Malibu's engine was making the shifter vibrate inside of him. "Please," He whimpered. "That feels so good."

Driver's lip parted as he fully sat down on the shifter, leaning forward to change the angle. His head hung low as he tried to collect himself. He couldn't focus with her inside of him. Driver should have done this a long time ago.

Driver rolled his hips and his eyes rolled back. His hand finally let go of his ass, probably leaving bruises behind from how hard he was gripping himself, and held onto the side of the passenger seat.

Driver wanted to rev the engine so badly but couldn't reach the pedal from this position. Well… maybe if he stretched his leg out he could. Driver bit his lip and extended his right leg back and down, foot hitting the accelerator lightly.

Driver clung to the passenger seat as he moaned and trembled. The vibrations coursing through his body from the shifter, from the engine, from her, were going to make him cum before he ever got the chance to move.

Driver looked over his shoulder and down at the accelerator. He whined lowly and pressed it again, his eyes squeezing shut as another wave of vibrations rattled through him. "Sweetheart—" He choked out. "Mmm."

Driver's foot quivered near the accelerator. He didn't think he'd be able to hit it as well with how good she was making him feel. Driver rolled his hips, humming contentedly as he did so, and lightly tapped the accelerator again.

Driver's legs shook as he moaned. He glanced down at himself and saw how red and leaky his tip was. God, he loved his Malibu.

"Gonna cum soon," He announced. "Always make me cum quick."

Driver closed his eyes as he rode the shifter, rolling his hips rhythmically as his foot left the pedal entirely. He listened to the Malibu and felt her vibrations as the top of the shifter grazed his prostate.

"Right there," He whispered, repeating what he'd just done to make the gearshift hit his prostate again.

Driver brought his hand away from the seat below him and wrapped it around his dick. He began stroking himself as he bounced on the shifter faster.

Driver felt tears form in the corner of his eyes, just lost in the pleasure. He bit his lip roughly when his thumb pressed against his tip.

"Close," He muttered. "So close."

Driver chased his orgasm, trying to muffle his sounds into the passenger seat as he came. His hand had to come away from his dick faster than he would've liked, but Driver was just too sensitive to keep stroking himself.

Driver's hips rolled once, twice before stilling completely. He was just too spent to keep moving. Driver listened to the Malibu rumble as he caught his breath.

He took hold of the tops of the front seats and raised himself off the shifter. Driver almost fell into the backseat, feeling incredibly shaky and weak without the gearshift inside him.

Driver corrected his position and slid slowly back down into his seat. He panted as he looked at the shifter. It didn't even look like anything. Driver was almost disappointed he hadn't marked her there in some way.

He grabbed the towel from earlier and wiped down the shifter, the center console where his cum had landed, and his gloves. Driver put the gloves and towel onto the passenger seat and heaved in a breath.

His hand came up to rub the steering wheel. "…We'll have to do that again soon."

The Malibu purred in what Driver thought was agreement. He smiled sheepishly at her and closed his eyes.

He'd rest his eyes and body for a few minutes before getting dressed and moving again.

Driver laid his foot on the accelerator and finally felt calm. His Malibu was just so damn good making him relax. Driver would have to detail her later as thanks.

[t00littleanxiety]

“There’s no way you could have made this freakier!”

I STAND CORRECTED OH MY GOSH- HE- OH!-

[emptyingthespiral]

end of book five, court’s hair was long enough to put into a ponytail.

hopin it stays that way for most of six. Dont disappoint court.

[gottabegreyhound]

So would he put his hair up to give head— gets shot

[t00littleanxiety]

Court doesn’t have a hair tie on him so his partner just holds his hair in one hand while he goes down

[gottabegreyhound]

[t00littleanxiety]

Zack getting a good grip on the makeshift ponytail and pulling Court all the way off him just to watch him drool and glare up at him for the lack of warning.

He loves Court’s long hair, the ponytail is a turn on—holding his hair in a ponytail makes Zack go a little insane. He likes to pull, sue him.