#pilot x reader

[miange1]

pilot mistaking reader for a girl and asks him out but when he realizes reader is a guy he tried to play it off but he ends up taking him out anyways :3

it's hot. as fuck. sexual thoughts, sweet but nervous, stuttering, pilots sexual confusion, jack being a wingman, this is short, cute stuff, this felt good to write

"just go talk to her!" this would be barely an issue for pilot, but he didn't know why he was so nervous to even go up and create any sort of conversation.

it was burning, and your shorts hugged your thighs as well as your tank top sticking to your shirt due to sweat. your mouth was around a multi flavoured popsicle, tongue swirling around it and saliva mixed with the juice dripping down your chin, and you would lick it up the moment it dripped. damn..

he wondered if he could finally get some good head for once in his life if he just had you.

"dude, go!" jack pushed pilot forward, giving him a bit of pep in his step. pilot straightened his cap a bit, fixing his short sleeved jacket to look somewhat presentable.

"uh..hi.." fuck.

you turned over at him, your eyes so gorgeous when you looked his direction. "i thought that— uh..i thought you were really pretty, and i wanna ask you out. just to hang out, you know?" you took the popsicle out your mouth, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"me? really?" oh, that was a dudes voice. pilot stared to get even more nervous, because he knew his attraction wasn't dying down but getting bigger and bigger.

"well, if you say so do you want my—" he had ran away, a few feet from you as he'd whisper to what you guessed was his friend. "..number?"

you shrugged, it was unfortunate because he was really cute in your opinion.

"shes a he." jack took a moment, before shrugging. "i thought you were that bisexual shit or something?" pilot seemed baffled, giving him a look. "when did i ever say that!" jack shook his head, "when you were talking about sex or whatever!"

"i said i was sexually confused!" now he could confirm jack hadn't listened to a single thing he had said. "oh.. well.. just go talk to him! it'll be fine." jack pushed him back towards you, pilots shoulder hitting yours.

he turned around, facing you and this time feeling real embarrassed. "i..hi.." you gave him a smile, "hi again." he took your hand, making himself feel really formal. "um..im pilot."

"pilot? that's cute." unique name, you really liked it a whole bunch. you took out a piece of paper from your pocket, your number already pre written on it. "call me?" he took it from you, a goofy smile being placed on his curved lips.

"yeah, definitely." you had left, a small 'see ya' as you went your way. he resisted the urge to jump up and down, lowering it down to clutching the paper in his hand but quickly stopping realizing his sweat could smudge it.

"you got it?" he showed the paper, "got it."

[gyllenpuppy]

u , 2 guys , n a roadtrip!

(ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꇴ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ) !boyfriend pilot kelson

warnings;; nothing!! ;; lmk if anything needs 2 be added ᕱ.ᕱ m4f, boyfriend pilot, no cassie sorry, not proofread i just wanted to write icl

You and Pilot weren’t anything special, completely casual, no real plans of getting serious.

So, when he asked if you wanted to go on a days long road trip, last minute, with a friend you’d only heard about through word of mouth, the answer should’ve been obvious:

Ludicrous.

And yet, here you are, crammed into the back of a 1974 Chevrolet, Jack driving, Pilot in the passenger seat, the two of them bickering like an old married couple.

“Just pull into that Amoco, it's way cheaper there,” Pilot says, elbow on the center console. “Everybody knows Texaco is better,” Jack retorts, white knuckling the wheel. “Besides, Amoco probably waters down their fuel.” You open your mouth to say something, but the car swerves suddenly, gravel crunching under the tires as he pulls into the lot of a run-down motel. "Seriously?" Kelson adds,

The engine cuts. Silence settles, "My God, Kelson, I'm sick of your bullshit." he mutters through pursed lips, already pushing his door open. "I'm getting a room here, even if it takes a bit of begging,"

It looks as if Kelson is trying to think up some sort of comeback, but the incisive nature of Jack's words have already ended the argument, and are punctuated by the sound of a slamming car door.

Pilot tries flipping through a few radio channels to fill the awkward static that was left between the two of you, which doesn't help at all. The silence feels almost louder. With no grace at all, you climb over the center console, seating yourself where Jack once was. "Hey," Pilot starts, eyes glancing over at you, a boyish grin spread across his face, "Who invited you up here?"

"Oh, please," is all that you can get out before turning off the radio completely, "That thing makes the silence worse."

okk soo, this is my first time writing an actual fic? im not very confident in my writing so idk if i should add onto this orrr,, ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀

[thatgingernerdgirl]

Professor Raven/Pilot

Raven, aka Pilot, Professor of Aerospace Engineering and Mechanics. He's also a retired military pilot that teaches flying lessons on the side. ✈

Requested by @misspsychoticfics 💜 The resident Pilot expert 🖤

My other Keanu Professor edits can be found here.

If anyone has any requests for specific Professor Keanu characters, I am open to them! 💙

[pandora-the-halfling]

Pilot would be absolutely terrifying as a yandere

He has control over all of Moya’s life support systems and an army of DRDs

Like once his Darling steps foot onto Moya, there’s no way he’s letting them leave

[prurientpuddlejumper]

The request is Pilot getting sexually teased by his S/O while trying to talk to the rest of the crew

Omg 🥵🔥

I hope you find somebody to write that (I'd love to read it if you do!) I don't think I have the energy to do it (plus the Farscape rewatch it would require) but damnnn.

He'd be so flustered and embarrassed

And kinda annoyed with you, but not enough to seriously tell you to stop

He's so lonely and neglected most of the time, so touch-starved, it's impossible to refuse your affection... even if he has work to do!!

He gets stern for a second and tells you to desist immediately! But then giggles and the ship lurches as he moans over the intercom

"Uhhh, Pilot? What was that? Do you need me to come and help?" John offers, confused and somewhat desperate not to believe he's hearing what he thinks he's hearing.

The stammering vehemence with which Pilot refuses the offer confirms John's suspicions.

He shakes his head and tells Pilot to just... get Moya flying in the right direction again. Ffs.

[alienantichrist666]

Midnight talks (Poe Dameron x reader)

Summary : Poe has been gone to a mission and you can't sleep, not until he comes back.

Words: 697

A/n: Hello there! This was a requests by @spookyold-saintjm it's a little short hope you like it ♥️♥️ I cutted the first prompt in half hope you don't mind. Gif not mine.

Prompts: 2.“I can’t sleep, you’ve been gone too long” and 23.*gentle head massages until the other is alsleep*

You were sitting at the edge of the hangar with your feet hanging as you glanced at the starry sky above you. At this hour of the night the base was very quiet. You couldn't sleep but looking at the stars was always a better thing to do that just staring at the ceiling of your room. 

Being here helped you  relax a little and to think. You liked to think in the things that you have done in the day or in the places you'd like to know, like Naboo. Poe had promised he'll take you there when the war against the First Order was over.

You knew Poe when you joined the resistance. He crashed his x-wing near your house in Corellia. He needed someone to fix his ship and you needed to get out of that planet, after that somehow he convinced you to join him and the resistance.

Poe had been gone in a mission a couple of days ago. The General Organa had send him to talk with a possible allie and all you could do was wait for him to return.

"Seems like someone is awake" a familiar voice wake you from your thoughts. You turned around to see the pilot standing a few meters from you.

"I can't sleep" you said and he moved to sit beside you. "when did you arrived?" 

"Like and hour ago, why? You missed me?" He said raising an eyebrow and you rolled your eyes in response.

"Not really" you joked and he pretended to be offended. Both laughed and after a few moment you moved till your head was resting in his legs  "How did you know I was here?"

"Ah, you know I have good instincts" he said and you looked at him.

"BB-8 told you"

"Yeah, BB-8 told me" he said and started to play with your hair.

He told you how his mission had been and you told him about the things you have done while he was gone. It was nice to having him back. After a while you two stayed silent for a couple of minutes just enjoying the presence of each other.

"(Y/n)" you hummed in response." I have to go to another mission tomorrow and …"

Before he could finish you got up from him to look at his eyes.

"Again? But you just come back !!??" you shout. "you’ve been gone too long!!" 

"Five days,(y/n), it were five days" he said trying to calm you down. The idea of no seeing him for more than a day broke your heart. You loved him and you wanted him to stay by your side forever."This is an easy one… I have to" he continued but you couldn't bare it.

You quickly get up on your feet and started to walk inside the base. Poe followed you and grabbed your wrist. You tried to free yourself from his hold in vain.

"(Y/n) please, just let me finish" he said but you didn't wanted to listen. He pull you into his chest but with you fighting both of you end up lying on the floor of the hangar. You on top of him. At this closeness you could see his beautiful factions, your eyes trailed from his to his lips and instantly you blushed. "Listen, Leía wants me to keep an eye on a group of folks… in Naboo" You looked at him with plate eyes. "So I though it'll be nice if you come with me"

You rested your head in his chest you took a deep breath. He would take you to Naboo just as he had promised a long time ago. 

"So… are you coming?"

"Yeah" you said and press your lips on his "i'd love to"

"Good!" He said smiling "Now we should get inside" 

"Nah…I'm comfortable here" you said and rested your head in his chest again. He keep massaging your head. Slowly you felt  your eyes closing.

"Poe" he hummed in response "thanks" was all you could say before you felt asleep.

[miange1]

pilot and donnie hcs where reader sometimes gets carried away while they have sex? like they have a high sex drive, overly sensitive and even if they're shaking they'll want to go for another round

+aftercare please :3

PILOT KELSON , DONNIE DARKO

gender neutral(male leaning reader), bottom reader, umm, riding, overstimulation for both parties, separate hdc, scratch marks, almost passing out, bleeding(from the back, NOT ASSHOLE)

donnie darko

— matches you

— has a higher sex drive than even he himself would think, due to his own fantasies and stamina he'd want to fuck almost 24/7

— it isn't as if the two of you were using each other for sex, you just had sex a lot

— but he doesn't want to push you way too much, won't want to keep going to the point you seem like you're gonna hurt yourself.

"a..another round..?" your fingers grazed his chest as you pushed him down, your shakey figure climbing atop him and straddling him.

"please? need you so bad.." was most definitely down for it, and despite your moans he could tell you were about to crumble anytime soon

— realistically , not the best at aftercare and would definitely be really tired and would just want to sleep and be close to you

— but if it was one of those times your pushed your body to an extent he would do anything that you needed.

"you hungry?" you shook your head, "thirsty?" you held him closer, shaking your head. "you might pass out, at least drink something.."

pilot kelson

— like donnie, does have a high sex drive but doesn't have enough stamina as he thinks

— a good two , maybe three rounds and he's wrung out dry. but you being the type to want to go much over that he thought his hips would break

"fuck..mh, ah!" he whimpered into your ear, fucking you so good that your nails raked down to his back, so deep he could feel the cold air against the flesh wound.

his usually spikey hair down and worn out as it stuck to his forehead due to sweat. "gonna break please.." he stopped for a moment, head resting on your shoulder and his hands gripping your hips hard enough to mark against your skin

— even when he was worn out you'd just ride him the rest of the time or give him head.

— he'd receive most of the aftercare, both of your bodies exhausted but especially his.

"pilot stay still," "but it hurts!" "well the ointment has to settle in!" you'd try your best to no longer add too many marks like this on him

[miange1]

pilots first time w a guy? and he's all submissive but still wanting to top so he can make reader feel good?

PILOT KELSON

official smut a paragraph 10, male reader, subtop pilot, cumming too quick, teasing, riding, pilots big ass hands, and peen, i got sick bare with me, random hotel, jared leto, soft-ish sex, no prepping, saliva as lube, please don't take anything as a sweat kink it's just hot as hell

note: im sick

“i..um..” he muttered as his eyes traced themselves along your figure, the way you got atop of him and how your flannel slipped off your shoulders whilst you unbuttoned them. your skin looked so smooth, the way the light seemed to make it glisten even more. you were so perfect.

“you’ll be fine pilot.” you let the piece of clothing aside, your hips slightly grinding onto his to feel himself on you just a bit more. your fingers came to pull down his zipper, and you could see his tip sticking from the waist line of his boxers.

he didn’t think he’d be fine. he’s no stranger to sex, but his heart sped up even more when he even thought about himself with another guy— but here you were, right in front of him. it was really happening. “um, wait i—“ your eyes fixated back to his, curiously.

“can i..” his hands came to your hips , squeezing them just a bit. “can i be the one making you feel?” he was so nervous, almost shy it made you believe he couldn’t let himself finish without completely collapsing.

"making me..?" your eyes squinted in confusion before you finally got it. he was asking to be the one fucking you, you had no problem with it but the way he asked was silly. you leaned your body down, hands holding his face whilst you would place a few pecks on his lips in which it turned into an entire make out session.

your positions flipped, lips still connected and he would take off his own shirt. you peeked your eyes open to take a small glance, hips instinctively twitching seeing his figure. he was much more in shape than he looked, very lean with muscle and a happy trail that made you go crazy.

you let yourself get drawn back to him, his hands lifting you up a bit to get your pants off. the heat and lack of ac was making it hotter— physically, and made the moment all the more intimate.

all clothes were off leaving the two of you panting for air, the taste of each other's saliva in your mouths. his head jerked up for a moment, and he started sputtering absolute nonsense. "fuck, how could i forget? um..uh.." he checked the nightstands before hand, they didn't have any sort of lubrication.

it was a hotel, how the hell didn't it have anything? he ended up using his saliva, he prayed it wouldn't hurt too much. "so..should i go on slowly for you? or.." your lips twitched into a smile, and you shook your head. it was his first time with a guy, not yours. "whatever pace pilot, you aren't gonna kill me." you were a bit wrong there.

you gasped and clawed at his back, body bouncing and jerking up from his pace and his force alone. it was like he was some sort of animal, he wasn't even thrusting, just pushing your body onto his dick making you feel pins and needles at your spine.

all he himself could do was whine, looking at the way you couldn't even hang onto him anymore and just let yourself be supported by him. "feels good..?" he wasn't even saying it to be cocky, it was a genuine question. you could barely say yes, let alone give him a nod. all you could do was let yourself moan louder for him hoping he would take it as a yes.

your arm flipped over your face, trying to wipe the sweat from your face but it was instantly moved away. "no, don't." his eyebrows knitted together in need, his face now closer to yours and his pace getting a bit slower but his roughness not at all going down.

"have to see you..make sure," he couldn't finish, grunting whilst his head resting on your shoulder. he had came inside, kept himself there for a while even after. you were absolutely fucked out, hair all over the place, eyes blissed out and staring into space and your mouth slacked open.

both of your chests were rapidly moving up and down. you finally had gotten the strength to move your arms, letting them loop around and your hands flat on his back. he'd wince, and it made you remember you had scratched the shit out of back. "shit..sorry."

shaking his head, he'd pull out and watch the way a line of cum connected from your hole to his tip. everything about you just made him want to do it over again, and again.

"can i get you anything?" you swallowed a bit harshly, still trying to catch your breath. "sleep."