request: wash and locus, mybe. 13 off the prompt list but do whatever!
prompt: “it’s okay, you know. if you need to vent”
pairing: postwar!locus x civilian!farmer!reader
word count: ~1k
summary: locus needed to make things right, to make up for all the wrong he had caused. showing up on your doorstep on the brink of death was not his idea of a second chance, but maybe it’s a start.
warnings: season 13 end spoilers, out of lore writing, hardly proof-read, plot? what plot?, locus' real name (is that a spoiler?), open ending but there will be a second part
notes: Hey!!! Hey…I’m back (how many times will I be saying this?). Thank you to all who still interact with my page and have been so patient with my works, I appreciate you all. This one is sort of an opening for a more in-depth continuation that I have in the works, but I figured this would be a good start. I lost the original anon request, so I hope they find this somehow!
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Finding a man dead on your doorstep when you got back from your scavenging trip was not how you were expecting to start your winter.
Finding out that the dead man was alive, well, you could always use more hands in the kitchen.
It’s been two weeks since you found the armored man in the front yard of your farm, a trail of red stained into the first snowfall of the season following after him.
At first, you thought he was dead. He wouldn’t move, and didn’t wake for the first few days you dragged his body to your couch. But he had a pulse, and that meant you had the duty to take care of him.
Although you didn’t have much medical expertise, you at least knew that if there’s a hole leaking red, it needs to get patched. The issue? He had a lot of them. If you had the time (when you weren’t busy making sure he didn’t bleed out), you would have guessed he fought a very, very, very, long battle.
He woke on the third day.
You were in the kitchen throwing together dinner, when you had the sudden urge to check on him. Turning from the stove, your heart nearly stopped when you saw the tall man in the doorway.
You didn’t hear him.
He was gripping the knife you had found him with, holding it up to you as a threat. His weight leaned against the wall, barely able to keep himself up. He demanded your name, where his armor was, why you saved him.
All you did was ladle soup into a bowl and hand it to him.
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“Not like that– dice them, not maul them.”
“Mm.”
Now in the present, you’ve become the designated care-taker of Locus (A name that truly wasn’t his anymore, one he grunted out begrudgingly when you asked), playing nurse and helping him get back into the ‘normalcy’ of things.
You both are currently in your small kitchen, which feels even smaller now with his imposing frame. A pot of water boils to the side, a nice background noise to the very animated talk the two of you are having.
“Dump them into the pot.”
“Hm.”
“Not all at once, it’s going to splash.”
A grunt.
“What did I tell you?” You let out a sigh, grabbing a towel and passing it to him. You learned very quickly that he doesn’t like to be coddled, opting for letting him clean up his own mistakes. In this case; burning water on his arm.
You laid very clear ground rules at the start; you help him, he’ll help you. You’ve at least considered the injuries he’s still recovering from, not forcing him to do any heavy labor that you plan for further into winter. If he stays that long.
A silence falls between you two, vegetables floating to the top of the pot as you take over. Pouring in a bowl of mixed spices, you gently stir the contents with an old wooden spoon. The heat lowers to a simmer, bubbles audibly calming down. You don’t notice him watching you.
With a sigh, you wipe your hands on your apron and turn to him with a weak smile. He’s patting his arm down slowly, before neatly folding it and placing it back onto the counter.
“Now, onto the crust.”
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Meal time has become a more intimate moment for you ever since the soldier has found his way into your life, times once spent eating alone now filled with mindless chatter (more of you rattling on about your work while he occasionally feels like sharing a grunt).
Tonight, after sharing a wonderfully baked shepherd's pie (he’s been getting better in the kitchen), you sit on the couch re-wrapping his wounds. In the back of your head you have the feeling that a soldier like himself should know how to take care of himself, but you don’t mind the close proximity. You don’t think he minds either.
Once finished with his arm, you grab the jar on the table filled with salve, taking another swipe of it with your fingers and moving to his chest. He lets out a hiss when you press too deep.
“Sorry,” You mumble out, gently dapping at a scar just below his collarbone.
The fire crackles softly in the background, the warmth beating at your back like a comforting blanket.
The silence which usually lays heavy over you both is lighter tonight. He hasn’t grumbled rudely in the past hour; you consider that a personal victory.
When you finish wrapping his chest, you move onto the final, and biggest, wound on him. It rests just above his pelvis, veering close to his left hipbone. It looked like a mangled stab wound; an answer you would never get since he refuses to share the stories about any of them.
His abs flex instantly when you start to dab the salve onto his skin, but otherwise remains quiet. You don’t look at his face–too scared that the simple act may be overstepping.
Clearing your throat, you set down the jar and pick up the roll of bandages. Wordlessly you start to unwrap it, lining it up with his waist and starting there.
“You know, Locus…” You start, feeling nervous breaking the already fragile silence. “It’s okay, you know. If you need to vent.”
You don’t dare say anything further, knowing that there’s always a chance he’ll pull out his knife and slash your face for having the audacity of speaking to him.
(He’s never shown violence towards you except for when he first woke; you just get that vibe. He could rock your shit.)
“...”
You gulp.
“Right, sorry, all finished-”
“Samuel.”
A pause. You risk a glance to his face. His brown eyes pierce through you.
“What?”
“My name is Samuel.”
Your mouth gapes open. This is the first time he’s responded with more than just one word, or clipped responses.
It was…a start. Of something new?
Slowly, your lips twitch to a smile. “Right. Samuel.”
You finish wrapping his torso with gentler movement, neither of you commenting on how your hands linger when you’re finished.
How do you think his first time with someone post-chorus like that goes?
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK NONNIE!!!
This is me sharing all my brainworms when I can't sleep-
I don't think Locus was looking for a relationship or anything post Chorus. He certainly didn't expect one but here you are anyway. It's an odd partnership and compared to Felix, you're... it's completely new territory. There's no barbs, none of his cruelty, just the specter of his former partner haunting all his interactions with you.
That goes for sex too.
He's surprised the urge hit him honestly? But he doesn't have sex often anyway. But there's the itch under his skin, the familiar warmth pooling. Locus thinks you're gonna be uninterested if he brings it up- but you're not! Hell no! You're so... You're into it. You're into him. And it stuns him more when you take him by the hand to his bunk.
I think he genuinely doesn't know what to do with himself for maybe the first few minutes because with Felix... things were rough. It was always a fight; there wasn't any gentleness or whatever you're doing with him. It's gonna take a minute for his brain to boot back up properly but...
He feels like Sam again. Doesn't feel like his armor or the gun it's holding. He feels like Samuel. It's very out of box for him because in the process of redemption he's kind of trying to learn to be human again and this feels like the most human thing he's done in a long time.
Snuggle with him afterwards because his brain is gonna be full of thoughts and he's gonna need that warmth to ground him.
Author note: Yes, I am back from my yearly hiatus. I came out from my cave only to catch the virus and go back to bed wishing the sweet embrace of Death. God, I am your strongest soldier, please fuck off and let me write my fanfiction requests in peace.
By the way, Happy New Years to everyone who has stuck with me! <3 Mommy loves you all and wishes all of your happiness and wishes to come to you.
He is very weird about ‘crushing’ on someone; he doesn’t even know how it happens.
Quoting my dear Eliza Schuyler from Hamilton: The Musical: “Then you walked in and my heart went, "Boom!"
He is very likely to obsess over every little detail without realizing until someone else –Felix- points out that he is being a weirdo.
“They wore their boots too lose during lunch, what if they have been not feeling motivated enough. I should change their schedule so they can have five more minutes of recreational time.”
“Sam, what the actual fuck.”
He tries to make excuses to frequent the same places; he’d change his own schedule to train at the same time of the day or go to “supervise” your work area.
He also tries to put you on his squad for missions as an excuse to have you near, he plays it off as needing your ‘abilities on the field’.
Sometimes finds that thinking of his crush is taking a lot of space in his head and it bothers him.
His crush probably notices he is crushing on them but there’s some confusion since they are confused over why big scary ol’ Locus is breathing on their neck so suddenly.
He probably needs a lot of help with sorting out his feelings.
Not the greatest when it comes to try to make conversations about common interests.
BUT! He tries to find out about your interests and study them on a deeper level so he can possibly engage on a more casual conversation (it never works).
Notes: I need to apologize for the shortness of this, but I cannot always write complete smut, sadly QnQ
Warning/s: Smut, sex, kind of...aphrodisiac(?)
Prompt/s: The tower of Procreation is activated in Chorus.
You had been waiting for him in some way, but you didn’t think his visit would come that day when The Tower of Procreation was going to be activated.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
You had been waiting for him in some way, but you didn’t think his visit would come that day when The Tower of Procreation was going to be activated.
The sensation came through you like a wave of heat running through your veins, burning your whole body from the bottom to the top and made you collapse out of your bed as you heard a faint know on the door of your room.
You tried to stand up even with your trembling legs, clinging to the wall for support, fidgeting with the doorknob as you tried to open the door with desperation choking you and filling your senses.
You were so relieved to see him and somehow that wave of fire died down at the sight of him.
He came, you thought. He is back.
Somehow, despite the strong façade he had deep inside, you know he felt just like you at that moment. Weak, helpless and lost, each other being a beacon of relief for the other.
Despite your better judgment, despite the voice of reason inside your head screaming at you to close the door and relieve yourself….you basically landed in his embrace, lips crashing into a messy kiss that knocked what little air you had out of your lungs.
Even if he had been your enemy, you let him in, into your arms and bed and…still you wanted to open the final door to your heart for him to reach.
Maybe it had something to do with the effects the Tower of Procreation had on you, but those thoughts of reasons were pushed away when you were bare-naked right in front of him, just wanting nothing more but to be taken by your partner.
It was embarrassing, you were more than ready, soaking wet between your legs, but you wanted him to take you more than anything.
He drew you into his arms as you helped him undress, releasing the clasps of heavy armor that were in the way of seeing his body.
All the reason was pushed back inside your mind, clearing everything for the primal instincts taking over as you felt his naked skin under your fingertips.
Locus gently pushed you against the cold metal wall, and with heightened senses, you could hear the symphony of pleasured moans that could be heard throughout the entire planet.
He, with a strong grip on your hips hoisted you against the wall, placing in your lips another hungry and messy kiss before he was set on leaving a trace of butterfly kisses down your neck until he could suck a few marks on your skin, leaving it red and tender for tomorrow to be a pleasant memory.
With unbearable love, you clung to his shoulders, letting out a plead that was deaf to your ears as you could only hear the blood rushing through your entire body and your mind screaming at you to release the heat, the pleasure and let yourself go.
Notes: This was also combined with another request to empty my to-do list so we can open requests once more.
Warning/s: None
Prompt/s: #1 Give me a chance + #11 you are a monster + #16 I never meant to hurt you + #29 there was never an us.
Some broken hearts can never be fixed.
You were in denial. You didn’t want to believe it, but the matter reached the point to make you unable to avoid it if you wanted it.
He had betrayed you, he had abandoned you…he was one of the causes of the war trapping you in Armonia with your friends and your new allies, and overall…trapping you in Chorus with the minimal hope of living a normal life away from the violence, the war had brought.
You had gone through a lot of torture the past weeks. You were getting used to the weird and judgmental looks other shot your way because it was known that you were dumb enough to fall in love with Locus.
You had spent entire days trapped in a room with Doyle and Kimball asking you endless questions about your relationship with him and if you had any information that could give you the upper hand against them. Entire days with two intimidating Freelancers asking more serious questions and looking deeper into it. You had given them all you had to offer.
And you knew something was changing.
Each time you were called for more questions, each time you heard his name in whispers when you walked by, your heart hardened a little bit more every time. With each new mention of his name, your fists clenched and a strong desire to punch him until you broke something grew.
You made a promise to yourself that next time you both met, it wouldn’t be pretty…
You were known among your comrades for preferred doing things on your own instead of going with a partner or a team.
That day, you had been called to check on the energy generators, seeing that a couple of blackouts had taken place in one of the buildings of dorms, so you were practically alone in that building with nothing but the buzzing of the working machinery while you fixed the generators that weren’t working properly.
You wiped the sweat off your brow and replaced the batteries, just when you slid the top of the generator in place a loose screw fell from your hand, rolling through the floor and bumping into…
There was nothing there.
You instinctively reached for your pistol, resting in your hip and aimed high and determined to pull the trigger.
And that invisible barrier vanished, showing the gun-metal and deep green armor that hid behind the invisibility enhancement.
Your blood ran cold through your veins as you aimed the gun at him, hands shaking slightly as you considered pulling the trigger for real, but something deep inside your mind was holding you back from doing it. And there you stood, face to face with the man that had broken your heart and taken the lives of innocent people.
“I’m going to pull the trigger if you step forward.” You warned. “If you try anything I’ll call reinforcements too.”
Locus lifted his hands in the air –something rare of him—as if he was surrendering, but you didn’t let up, keeping the barrel of your gun pointed at his helmet.
“They won’t make it in time anyway.” He shot back, moving one of his hands to release the clasp of his helmet.
Your hand shook, and you had to steady your pulse by gripping the gun with both hands. You could feel the sweat running down your brow and your voice caught in your throat, constricting your breath.
“Give me a chance.” He insisted, taking a step closer. “I never meant to hurt you.”
With that, you backed against the wall, getting trapped in the corner of the room where he could easily reach you and hold you at his mercy. With that, you backed against the wall, getting trapped in the corner of the room where he could easily reach you and hold you at his mercy.
“I never meant to end what happened between us.”
You growled, baring your teeth like an angry predator even if you were the prey this time. “There was never an us, according to you, remember? You decided to end whatever it was we had.”
The mere sight of him was making you open old wounds that still hadn’t healed at all, he had left his memory imprinted into your body and your heart, but you didn’t except the sour feelings overflowing inside you and making you tremble with every breath that you exhaled.
Locus furrowed his brows, seeing your reactions, “Can we talk like adults?” He asked, approaching another step. “I won’t do anything…unless.” He laid his eyes on your gun as his hands fell to his sides to his usual stiff stance.
You took a last glance at your gun, swallowing hard you decided to listen and obey to the small part of your head that told you that you would only talk and you could finally come to closure if things went good.
“What do you want?” You spat out, lowering his weapon but not letting go of it in case something was up with him.
“I…” You eyed his face carefully and something soared inside your chest at the memory of the soft look on his eyes that he always shared with only you. “…I didn’t have a chance to see you one last time.”
Part of you told you that he still cared for you, but the sourness and the pain of the heartbreak was strong inside you, brushing that little voice telling you that there could still be the hope of better days to come.
You stood up straight, facing forward with determination clear in your face. “I doubt you only wanted that.”
He shook his head and remained as quiet as the void, yet it was a very unfamiliar silence that didn’t make you feel at peace, “If I didn’t say anything it was to protect you. I would have been a waste to get you in the crossfire.”
“I still got caught in the crossfire.” You spat out venomously, “I don’t trust you any longer.”
“Lieutenant (L/N). This is control. What’s your status? Over.”
The sound of your radio threw you off, feeling the sudden shift in his and your mood at the interruption. So you looked over at him, knowing very well that he would take the com in his hands and tear it to pieces if that meant you would listen to him, but you didn’t want to give him that.
Before he could reach it, you pointed your gun at him, right between the eyes and answered the call.
“Lieutenant (L/N) here. The generator is online and ready to be activated. I will need some reinforcements back here at the station ASAP. Over.”
“Understood. Reinforcements are on their way.”
You looked down at your hand, holding the com as tight as you could until your knuckles were white; you lowered the weapon, knowing that if he was going to hurt you, you could take it.
But still, he didn’t make a move to do anything.
“Will you let me go?” You asked with a thin voice, feeling the tears gathering in your waterline.
“I will. I wouldn’t think of hurting you.”
“I hate you, Samuel. You know that, right?”
“Of course.”
His plain replies made something burn inside your chest, your teeth clench and your fists shake with anger. He should care.
Prompt/s: #60 you’d be a great dad. + #70 they are going to love you, don’t worry!
Your relationship with Samuel is something that started off simple and easy, things are getting clearer and the two of you realize how compromised both of you are to stay together.
The wait almost killed you on the inside. You waited and waited, biting down on your nails, and when it was over, the smile on your face couldn’t be brighter than it already was.
It was simply amazing! You and your partner had an easy life –ignoring the fact that he didn’t have the safest job—and he was always there for you. You only had to wait for the perfect moment to tell Samuel the news; you decided to do it when he came back from one of his bounties two days from now.
Or that was what you had planned.
You had come back from buying groceries, only to stop dead on your tracks when you saw the duffle bag on the floor. Your heart skipped a beat, remembering that you had left the results resting on the table.
The excitement was replaced with fear and anxiety. Had he read them? Had he even seen them when he got home? What was he going to say?
With timid, silent steps you walked towards the kitchen, hoping Samuel wasn’t there. You closed your eyes and inhaled a shaky breath before turning to walk inside the kitchen.
You didn’t know what to expect when you saw him, sitting on his usual place, papers in one hand and the other scratching at the shadow of his beard. His eyes danced around the words over and over again, stopping in the only word that mattered: POSITIVE.
“Sam—“His name barely left your lips before he stood from his seat so fast that the chair scratched loudly against the floor and almost fell back.
His eyes were wide and bright, scanning your body now that he knew something was different in you. Inside you.
“Is it…” His eyes focused hard on your face to then darting down to your belly. “Is it true?”
Swallowing the hard lump inside your throat, you nodded, clinging hard to the bags full of groceries.
He moved in a swift motion, taking the bags from your hold to place them down on the table. He leaned back against the counter, looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully as he ran a hand through his messy hair.
Those thoughts of fear took root inside your head. What was he thinking? Why was he so hard to read?
“Samuel…” Your voice was thin and shaky as if you were going to break down in tears at any moment. “Is everything okay?”
“I’m going to be a father…” You heard a breathy laugh rumble from deep inside his chest. His breathing became shallow, ragged, and you could almost hear his heart hammering within his ribcage. “Is it for real?”
You nodded again, this time quicker and almost too excitedly. Those dark roots clinging to your heart and filling your mind with anxiety and fear were left behind, being replaced by warmth growing inside your chest when he turned to look at you.
Samuel grasped your arms, dragging you towards his body to embrace you tightly. You hid your face in his chest, hands grasping at his shoulders as his squeezed at your hips. You felt his body shake with nervous energy, something so unlike him.
When he pulled away, the brightness on his eyes dulled, replaced by concern as he asked, “How do you feel? Are you dizzy? Do you need anything at all?”
“I’m great! I think you are the one that needs to sit down.” You laughed wholeheartedly, feeling your chest swell with pride as a smile curved your lips.
Then you were quiet, staring silently at each other. You noticed how his soft smile fell, how his eyes scanned you nervously as he furrowed his brow, that look you saw it often when he overthought any matter that made him anxious.
You reached for his hands, feeling that this time you had to be the strong one but keeping in mind that you were as scared as he was. That, and the fact that now, you shared the same fears of what the future held.
A bullet to his head on a bounty went wrong would leave you broken. A dangerous person tracking you down to bury a knife deep inside your chest for vengeance would leave him shattered when you spent all those years working together to break down his walls while trying to put himself together again.
That could end up everything, but you weren’t going to think about it now. Not when you held your future in yours and his hands.
“You’ll be a great dad…” You spoke softly, rubbing soft circles on the back of his hands with your thumbs as to calm him down.
“I’m worried I may not be enough for them.” His voice was low as his gaze fell upon your entwined fingers.
You gave him a half-smile, leaning forward to press your lips to his cheek and nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck like a cat seeking affection and warmth. You hid your face there, feeling safe with his body looming protectively overs yours.
“I…” He sighed heavily, letting go of one of your hands to snake it around your body to embrace you close to his frame. “…I’ve done bad things in the past. I can’t let anything happen to you…or them. What if they don’t like me? What if I am not a good father to them?”
The fear was clear in his eyes, and you knew they would get through him. You took his hands in yours, giving him a gentle squeeze so he would stare into your eyes and see the determination shining brightly, wanting nothing but to calm his fears as he calmed yours.
"They are going to love you, don't worry!" You smiled. "You are already doing great for us. Besides, you always will have me here to support you and help you. I promised that, didn't I?"
After a moment of silence, he tipped his head down to press his forehead against yours with a heavy sigh. "This child..." He whispered, and you tried to concentrate on him, all of him, "...This child is our future."
"It is." You nuzzled your nose against him, with a wide smile curving your lips as he briefly smiled for you. "And we are going to do great. We are already doing great."
He squeezed your hands gently, taking a deep breath as to reassure himself that he had you if he needed you, as you had him if you needed him.
Pairing: Locus x Federal!Reader
Rating: Mature (+18)
Warning(s): Mentions of injury, dirty talk, orgasm control, squirting
Prompt: #54 I can’t stand the thought of losing you + #118 Are you mad at me? + #198 Do not be gentle with me
Never in your life you had imagined yourself to end up trapped in a war...or in the bed of a deadly mercenary who actually cares a lot about you and your well-being.
You looked at the grey sky showing through the window of the room, trying to ignore the pain of the needle piercing your skin and pulling the wound closed. Your lover was good when it came to stitch up or tend your wounds, especially if you didn’t want to pay Dr. Grey out of fear for her.
Yet, this time, Locus didn’t seem to be in a good mood (was he in a good mood anytime actually?). He was focused solely on the exposed skin of your chest, stitching the wound almost too angrily by the way he pierced the raw skin with the needle.
“Are you mad at me?” You dared to finally speak when the wound was closed and he was cleaning the small traces of blood around it with a clean piece of gauze.
“Maybe if you weren’t so careless I wouldn’t be,” Locus said as he stood, throwing the used needle and the bloody gauzes to a near trash can. “But you don’t seem to care about yourself in the battlefield as you care for others.”
You rolled your eyes with a huff, reaching for your sweater and slipping into it. “So are you jealous?”
The look he shot at you made you flinch. “Okay, so why is there a problem? It was not my fault that bitch got behind me wanting to kill me...” You had the need to fight; you knew Locus, even as he was, even if he seemed to think so little of your skills, cared a lot about you, you knew it by heart but you still needed to show him he wasn’t the one carrying with the whole relationship.
You heard the deep sigh he gave as he leaned his back against the wall and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, closing his eyes.
“It’s not the first time it happens...” You stated, running your fingers through the bandage covering the cut. “...and you know it won’t be the last time as long as this war continues to consume this planet.”
He was silent. More than he usually was.
“If I die, it will be for a good cause. I want to see this planet as it was when I was a child even if I have to die for it.” You were determined to let him know that he didn’t have to be mad, not at you.
“If you don’t like it you can---”
“I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”
Dumfounded, you quirked your brow at the sudden interruption coming from him. "What?"
He gave another sigh, finally looking at you straight to the eye. "I've lost too much. You can't be part of that."
Locus rarely talked about his past with you, rarely mentioned anything about him or his life before Chorus; you understood there was so much more behind the deadly machine of a man he was. And you didn’t know fear on him. Until now.
“You were...afraid of losing me?” The words echoed in your mind over and over, hearing his steps approaching you, touching your cheek with his calloused and rough hand. You leaned in the touch, in the warmth.
He nodded a yes when you looked up at him, he almost looked ashamed by it.
A smile curved your lips as you stood from your bed, leaning in the tips of your toes to press your lips to his in a soft touch, getting drowned in the sensation. You felt his huge hands dancing around your body to finally take a place one on your hip and the other on the small of your back, sliding lower...and lower.
You pulled from his lips, nuzzling your nose with his lovingly, “I hope we never get to that point in our lives...” You cradled his face in your hands, “I don’t want to lose you either...”
Your lips crashed together like a fire that ignited something deep inside your chest and core when his hand gripped your ass and squeezed the supple flesh, the other holding tightly into you.
It felt like fire on your veins, butterflies in your stomach and the world spinning all around you when he picked you up, just to simply lay you down in your bed, looming over your body like a predator to its prey.
You loved this kind of moments when he was solely yours, touching you and leaving you quivering, always so gentle despite his harsh self.
His warm hands sneaked inside your sweater, touching the soft skin of your stomach and bumping into a small battle scar every now and then, the touch made your breath hitch, chest heaving.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me...” You whispered against his lips, “Don’t be, not today...”
His fingers brushed against the soft curve of your chest, his lips touching yours for barely a moment, “I suppose I can indulge you today.”
And then both of his hands were on you, slowly pulling at your sweats and your underwear all in one and throwing them aside before kneeling by the edge of the cot.
With your face flushing and a smile curving your lips you obediently parted your legs for him with a hand curling on his hair to get him to work.
The first stroke of his tongue along your slit made your breath hitch, letting your eyes fall closed and your head fall to the mattress in ecstasy while he teased your most sensitive parts.
You threaded your fingers through his hair, humming in pleasure before his lips closed around your clit and sucked, making you gasp out your delight. Heat coiled in your belly when he held into your hips tightly when you rocked your hips against his face.
Your head tipped back, all filth and praise leaving your mouth, nails digging into his scalp. “You are going to make me come, Sam--” His tongue slid across your folds just right.
“That’s the point, isn’t it?” He chuckled, turning his face to kiss and nip at the tender skin of your thigh. “Not yet, though...” His cold icy eyes stared into your as he sat back, a grin adorning his face.
You whined, feeling your core pulse in need of an orgasm, “You fuck...”
You heard a chuckle reverberating deep inside his chest as he gently helped you roll on your stomach. You grasped your pillow, bunching it up under you as leverage and spreading your legs wide for him.
His hand sneaked underneath your sweater, touching the skin of your back with soft touches, making you shiver in anticipation when out of the corner of your eye you watched him undress.
You hummed, wiggling your hips to entice him and getting to hurry up. "Sam...~" You sang. "... Please, I need you to hurry the fuck up."
A harsh smack landed on your backside, making you yelp in surprise, arching your back and lifting your hips.
His fingers ghosted over your slit, thumb massaging your sensitive clit, making you whine out at how delicious that touch felt. Your cunt clenched, almost begging for him to be inside already.
You turned your head back to look at him with pleading eyes, but you knew that looking at him that way only made him feel more smug about the power he now held over you.
Another smack came and it made you hide your face in the bedsheets, lifting your ass higher for him as he grunted out his approval at how exposed you looked.
Locus leaned forward, placing a small kiss to your spine and caressing your hips with his hands. One of his hands left the warmth of your skin to take a hold of his heavy cock, hard and already leaking arousal the more he had to wait to be inside your heat. He pumped his fist around the rigid flesh, coating himself with his own fluids before lining to your entrance.
A proud smile curved his lips when you shuddered the moment only the head slipped inside. He loved to have control, and he enjoyed the beautiful reactions you gave him.
He pushed his hips forward slowly, watching cautiously as your hands balled up in fists and your back arched beautifully. You panted, reaching to take a hold of anything, clinging to the bedsheets until your knuckles were white.
Your eyes rolled back when he was deep inside you to the hilt. He gave you time to adjust to his large size and you absolutely loved the feeling of being so full and having your orgasm one thrust away.
Locus groaned at the sight of your pussy stretched around him and your trembling body beneath him, fingers digging into your hips and leaving marks that would probably stay there for a long while. “Are you okay?”
“I’m in heaven.” You moaned out, already wanting to feel him moving, to have him take you in the most delightful way.
He drew his cock back until it strained against your entrance, your body trembled and you almost let out a wail when he drove back if it wasn’t for your own hands covering your mouth.
Each thrust was slow, yet hard; marked by the sound of skin meeting, over and over, turning more violent, and then your hands covering your mouth were not enough to keep your cries from being so loud.
His skin was hot against yours, filthy praises leaving his lips as he growled them between his teeth. You jerked back in response to the harsh thrusts, moaning in pleasure when you heard the loud groan leaving his lips unintentionally. You looked back at him, almost smugly at having him to make that sound despite not being vocal very often.
Then you had your cheek buried into the rough sheets underneath you, his huge hand pressed at the back of your neck and preventing you from moving.
“Look at you, my angel, you look so beautiful when I take you like this...”
You were almost crying at this point, a single tear running down your cheek as you desperately cried out, “Please, Sam!...” Your voice was broken, toes curling as you felt your orgasm approaching, “O...Oh, dear lord...I’m gonna cum...”
And his thrust came to a halt, thrust becoming slower and gentle, buried to the hilt and grinding against your ass.
He did that repeatedly, building an amazing orgasm to then still himself inside you until the pressure on your belly calmed down enough for him to continue. At some point, you had lost count on how many times he did that, not even knowing how much time you had spent underneath him.
A particular thrust had you mewling out desperately, fists curling around the sheets. His body bent over yours, pressing his chest against your back and delivering a path of kisses on your exposed shoulder, both of his hands reaching for yours to caress the back of your hands in an attempt to make you relax.
You screamed with a broken voice, tears falling down your cheeks when he continued to ravish you. All that came out your mouth was a mix of filth and his name, sentences lacking sense with every passing second.
His fingers finally moved to rub gentle circles on your swollen clit, making you fall into the abyss of the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. The feeling wracked your body, leaving you trembling violently, your cunt gushed onto the sheets below your body, his seed seeping into your heat as he followed close behind your orgasm.
You sobbed quietly, fighting to regain your breath. His arms tangled around your middle, resting his forehead on your shoulder blade and letting you feel his panting on your sweaty skin.
After a moment, he carefully slipped out of you, making you whimper at the loss of his touch. Your legs finally gave out, and you let yourself fall on the bed weakly and lay there between sobs and pants.
His hands made their way to your arms, and then to your shoulders, careful of the wound there. He pulled at the sweater, leaving you completely naked before him.
When he laid there next to you, you found the skin-to-skin contact to be most comforting than ever. You hid your face on his chest the moment he wrapped his arms around you.
A chuckle left his lips, “I’ve never made you come like that before...”, you looked up at him only to find a satisfied look on his face, almost looking smug.
“No one has ever made me come like that, to be honest.” You smiled, wiping your tears away with your fingers; you reached to touch his face, tracing the edge of the scar adorning his face. “You are my safe heaven, Samuel...”
Locus took your hand in his, withdrawing it from his face to kiss your knuckles softly. “And you are mine...” A small smile curved his lips, barely showing, “...There is no other place I’d rather be, right now.”
The smile you gifted him was bright, capable of cast away every ounce of darkness within the depths of his soul, and that last kiss you leaned in to give him was the comfort he had sought for a lifetime
