#rvb smut

[ollybear]

The Reds and Blues are lost in time

Redraw of

L'Eventail cassé

Louis-Marin Bonnet

Artist, French, 1736 - 1793

[z0mbie-puff]

I need the degenerates of RvB to consider the Freelancer men fucking Tucker. Consider this in an AU where most of the Freelancers live.

Like it starts with Tucker being like 'I don't know if I'm into men' and York is like 'wanna find out?'

Sloppy makeouts. Filthy. York says Tucker's a good kisser.

Then enter North and Wash. North seems used to it and Wash is thrown off but York gets to explaining that Tucker is trying to figure out if he's into men. North says they can help with that- it's how they helped Wash. Tucker and Wash have prolonged eye contact but Tucker understands sexual innuendo enough to know that Wash probably got RAILED by these men.

And then York has the brilliant idea to bring Maine in.

Maine is big and imposing and he MANHANDLES Tucker when he gets mouthy. I'm talking flipping him like he doesn't weigh more than a feather. Spreading his legs when Tucker is being a little bit of a brat. York fingering Tucker open and sucking him while North shows Tucker how Wash likes getting blown and Tucker gets LOUD when Maine fucks him open. All these men have their hands all over Tucker.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

[rvbkinktober]

The list for Red vs Blue Kinktober 2025! This includes the RvB themed prompts, as well as alternate more generic kinky prompts. Use whichever inspires you! Mention us @rvbkinktober or tag your posts with #rvbkinktober and we'll share them here!

Text version of the prompt list under the cut:

rvb prompts | generic prompts:

Armor | dress up/lingerie

With the Enemy | degradation

Helmet Cam | mirror sex

Sparring | breeding

Radio | masturbation

Sword | chastity

AI | watersports/omorashi

Cod Piece | lap dance

Time Travel | virginity

Capture | spanking

Commanding Officer | oral

Guns | wax/temperature play

Experimentation | roleplay

Warthog | cockwarming

Locker Room | voyeurism

Knife | cuckold

Rookie | glory hole

Mindscape | blindfold

Armor Lock | thighfucking

Training | pet play

Alien | hypnosis

Whole Team | dacryphilia

Armor Enhancement | CBT

Medic | praise

Simulation | drugs/booze

Temple of Procreation | D/s

Space | somnophilia/sleepy sex

Freelance | bondage

Red | overstimulation

Blue | edging/denial

Pumpkin or Wildcard! | oviposition

just rvb prompts:

Armor

With the Enemy

Helmet Cam

Sparring

Radio

Sword

AI

Cod Piece

Time Travel

Capture

Commanding Officer

Guns

Experimentation

Warthog

Locker Room

Knife

Rookie

Mindscape

Armor Lock

Training

Alien

Whole Team

Armor Enhancement

Medic

Simulation

Temple of Procreation

Space

Freelance

Red

Blue

Pumpkin or Wildcard!

just generic prompts:

dress up/lingerie

degradation

mirror sex

breeding

masturbation

chastity

watersports/omorashi

lap dance

virginity

spanking

oral

wax/temperature play

roleplay

cockwarming

voyeurism

cuckold

glory hole

blindfold

thighfucking

pet play

hypnosis

dacryphilia

CBT

praise

drugs/booze

D/s

somnophilia/sleepy sex

bondage

overstimulation

edging/denial

oviposition

[ollybear-writes]

i need wash absolutely obliterating the reader. like. making her bounce on it crazy style

The way his hands dug into your hips hurt. It crossed your mind a couple of times to ask him to let go. You could get back to that sweet rhythm that had been slowly building while riding him ,fuck, even just to switch position so he could keep mercilessly railing. The way his cock stretched you open and hit just deeper then was comfortable was already enough that you had to focus, his grip on you and the way he was moving you practically had your head spinning. It was the look on his face that stopped you.

The way his brows drew together in focused determination, the tight whine whever your already exhausted legs would fail to match his pace. The way he seemed to be curling towards you, desperate to have you close, only to get frustrated when it interfered with his ability to fuck you senseless. you'd feel yourself clench harder on him, which only encouraged him to slam you down harder and rut up just that little bit more urgently, it left you gasping his name.

For his part he wasn't exactly sure what had set him off. Maybe it was the way you had been flirting with him during training. maybe he has run out of patience dealing with the never ending bickering from the feds and rebels troops, or that Jenkins had crashed another vehicle hat day. It was probably the way you said "make me" after he had been practically begging you to pick up that slow unforgiving pace that had already taken him to edge one to many times that evening.

[wisteria-knight]

Temple of Procreation - Sarge

CW: Gender-neutral reader (no Y/N; only you/your/yours), spit as lube, hand and mouth stuff, maybe OOC? 🚫 MDNI 🚫

A/N: This feels as un-Sarge as possible to his canon behavior but I mean... even Sarge can get serious during this sort of thing right? I tried to slip in some Sarge-ism's here and there but I think I really need to learn more about his mannerisms. I dunno, lemme know what you think. Also I'm not great at writing smut so if this feels stilted it's because I had to walk away several times because I had no idea where to take this, even after weeks of drafting.

The cold water was supposed to help. Sarge had turned it to it’s coldest setting and stood under the spray of the shower head for twenty minutes and it had no effect.

Tucker activated the Temple of Procreation approximately two hours ago and most everyone had paired, tripled or some other numbered off in various places. The base in which the Reds and Blues had ultimately come to occupy was mostly empty in the common areas, though moaning could be heard echoing here and there. Sarge, ever the stoic, believed he alone could withstand the so called power the alien device broadcasted planet-wide. And for ten minutes, he did hold his own, versus most others who had perked up almost immediately and ran off to find a willing partner(s).

After maybe an hour or so (he wasn’t really sure), Sarge really needed the respite of a frigid shower. There were people in there, of course there were, already guts deep in each others’ privates and he barked at them all to vacate the area. He was able to hold it together for another seventeen seconds as everyone ran out before quickly stripping himself. Even the grazes of his own hands against his body was breaking his skin out in goosebumps, his length already hard and reddening. This alien temple was powerful stuff, but not nearly as powerful as him, or so he liked to think.

Now the cold water was pounding down on his head and shoulders and he was staring down at his still hard cock like he could will it away, one hand propped in a fist against the shower wall, the other by his side, fingers itching to wrap around his length. As his resolve was about to break, the loud, echoing clutter of armor, clothes, and boots hitting the tile floor took his attention.

Sarge looked up and saw you stumbling into the showers completely nude, shaking hands turning the dials to cold, evidently with the same idea as him. He knew you, one of the Feds’ medics who performed his physicals, check ups and the occasional wound tending. He was a regular for you and you two were well acquainted, quite close by all means even, and he’d be lying if he didn’t feel some kind of attraction there. He watched as you first stood under the water, eyes shut and lips moving in a repeated plea of “please please please”, perhaps hoping the same as him that you could just will the silent effect of the Temple away. And he watched as your body couldn’t resist, skin peppered with goosebumps both form the cold and from need, nipples pert and… His eyes darted up immediately as soon as he looked down between your legs. His stomach coiled heatedly as his cock twitched.

The water was cold but you felt hot to your tightened core. Eyes shut still as you kept murmuring a supplication to keep it together, you swept your shaking hands over your wet hair, down your neck and over your hard nipples. You were half tempted to tease them, give in to the power of the Temple but the heat of frustration was stronger. Colleagues had asked, but even through the haze of the Temple’s persuasion, you just couldn’t bring yourself to that point with them. You opted to stay behind as everyone rushed off, and try to have a go (or several) at yourself instead, but it just wasn't as satisfying and you could barely get yourself off even once, and so you were resolved to ride this out. Except your hands kept going, down your stomach, past your navel and settling between your legs. A languid swipe of your fingers along your ready sex drew out a long moan and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself. “Oh, fuck.”

Sarge watched with bated breath as your hands glided over your body and between your legs, the way your voice pitched as you touched yourself, eyes closed with pleasure as the water continued to patter down your shoulders, making you look sleek and inviting. He felt like he might burst at the seams simply watching you.

As your rhythm became more erratic and unsteady, feeling the coil deep in your stomach, you startled as a pair of strong, roughened hands grabbed you. Sarge was there suddenly, his face flushed as he stared down between your thighs. “Let me help,” he muttered. Luckily, he was close enough to hear, otherwise you might not have heard his low growl over the water, the sound pleasant and hot. If it was perhaps anyone else, you might’ve said no, but you liked Sarge’s gruff attitude and weird sillyness, a bit more than you were willing to admit. With your orgasm still on the precipice, you let him guide your fingers away, and watched as his own thick and calloused digits took your place.

The relief to your waiting body was instant as he stroked you slowly, testing, teasing. His touch was an unfamiliar feeling, but wholly welcome. While he worked you between your legs, making your eyes roll back, you vaguly felt his other hand, which had grasped your shoulder at first, ghost down your back and around your side to your front, where he pinched and began rolling an aching nipple. You arched immediately and the gasp skirting out of your mouth turned into a full groan as he put his hot tongue on your throat, suckling and biting. The change in temperature was a steep contrast to the cold water still washing down your body, and you felt your knees buckle. You thought you might fall but Sarge’s big arms held you up against his strong chest, and you felt his ready cock press against the back of your thigh.

The roughness of his digits took you over the edge too soon and you threw your head back against Sarge’s shoulder as you came hard in his hand, but he wasn’t slowing down. He continued to stroke you through your orgasm, your body twitching against his as he continuously hit your most sensitve spot over and over with precision. Soon you were trying to wrestle him away, but he was much stronger than you, easily. You could feel another orgasm tightening in your core again. But just as it was starting to get good, he stopped. His fingers came to his gruff mouth, slick with your cum and he licked up what hadn’t washed off. As you watched him in dazed amazement, you felt him throbbing slightly while pressed up against you.

Without a word, you pulled away and dropped to your knees in front of Sarge, firmly grasping him at the base of his length. “Let me help,” you repeated his words at him, and opened your mouth, tongue lolling out to tempt him further. For a moment, he stared down at you, expressionless save for the reddening blush on his cheeks that could match his dick. Then in one swift movement, he anchored both hands on the back of your head and shoved you down on his aching cock until he hit the back of your throat.

You would’ve gagged if you weren’t so full of him. He was thick and heavy on your tongue. You could feel his heartbeat in your mouth as he held you still for the moment, savoring the feeling and groaning loudly at the heat of you around him. His fingers curled tight in the roots of your hair near the nape of your neck, and you knew you were in for it now.

Slowly, Sarge pulled back, watching in drunken pleasure as his dick reappeared out of your mouth, then pushed back in just as slow, amazed at how well you made him disappear. Eyes glazed in pleasure, he slowly looked up and into yours, already glassy with tears from the gag you couldn’t form and suddenly he couldn’t control himself anymore. He swiftly pulled out and thrust back in through your puckered lips with equal speed, repeating until the blissful buzz of fucking your throat took away the feeling in his toes. “Open your mouth, soldier,” he grumbled in a slur at you, “and put your tongue out.”

It was an order you would’ve gladly “yessir”’d to if you could have. You obeyed immediately and his thrusts slowed as he purposefully stroked the entire underside of his length against your willing tongue. His breathing became quick and shallow as he pressed down harder with each stroke. A couple more and you felt a thick heat coating your tongue, sliding down to your open throat, a few thick ropes spilling onto your lips and a little up your cheek too. The feeling of his seed in and on you made you heat in an almost embarrassingly quick fashion.

Even as he was breathing shallowly, Sarge did not slow down. He forced your mouth closed back around his throbbing length as he thrusted a few more times, moaning each time until he suddenly pulled you off with a resounded pop as you released him. With a shaking hand, he grabbed you around the arm, forced you to your feet and without saying a word he pushed you back against he shower wall, turning off the water as he now went to his knees in front of you.

You let Sarge control the moment, too dazed to even care. He grabbed your knee and threw it over his shoulder and then went to work. First, briefly, he teased your sex with his hand, the calluses causing you to jolt with every passing brush, and then he quickly put his mouth on you, that familiar heat from your neck now working you back up. As he positively electrified you with the wide flat of his tongue, the hand that was previously working you found your hole, clenching tight at the steady stream of pleasure. He rubbed it gently at first before pulling away to spit on his fingers and continuing on with his dutiful work against you.

As if the lewd imagine of him spitting on his thick digits was all your body needed to open up to him, Sarge slipped a finger inside, just up to one knuckle at first, testing with a few short prods, then it was two knuckles, and then a whole finger, and before you knew it, there were two fingers curling inside against your silken knot of muscles as his tongue and mouth continued to bathe you, his stubble scratching pleasantly at your heated skin. You cried out as you felt both the pressure in and against your body, both bundles of nerves sizzling with Sarge’s consistant, steady swipes. You looked down at him and he was staring straight up at you, brow deeply furrowed as if his only mission in life was to make sure you were fucked out of your mind. This was the most focused you’d seen him on something that wasn’t a machine, though maybe it was that kind of work that allowed him to strongarm you in such a way. You briefly registered past his intense gaze that he was also languidly stroking himself as well. The man was an excellent multitasker it seemed.

When Sarge added a third finger, you felt yourself clench around him. It felt like too much as he beckoned at your insides at a brutal pace. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he worked you up with an expert’s touch, and when he asked if you could take it, you fumbled out something about “more”. He slowed his hand to an agonizing pace, standing to his full height and putting his face in your neck, gently suckling the skin there.

“You sure you can handle ‘more’, soldier?”

You nodded in response.

“Answer me.” The low demand in his gruff voice sent little tingles down your spine.

“Y-Yes!”

Gently, Sarge removed his thick digits from your body, leaving you feeling empty for a moment before you felt the heated head of his dick prodding at your wanting hole. It was easy for him to push in, you were practically inviting him in, and as his head made it through your initial ring of muscles, you unintentionally clamped down on him, making him grunt in your ear, his slick-with-you fingers gripping your thigh slung over his arm. He pushed further up into you slowly, and the fullness of him inside you drew a long, wanton moan from deep in your chest, finishing with a whimper when he bottomed out.

Sarge relished in the feeling of your silken heat gripping him tightly and he almost wanted to stay like that but his hips moved subconsciously and he pulled out just enough to feel how tightly you held him inside of you before thrusting back in. He chuckled as he could feel your nails digging into his bicep and back, scrabbling as he continued his minute ministrations. He’d half hoped you’d leave him bleeding.

With you mewling in his ear, he couldn’t hold back any longer and his gentle thrusts turned into full snaps of his strong hips. He felt the moment he hit the right spot as your body ensnared him, almost making it hard to continue his long strokes, the dull sting of your scratches turning into burning streaks along his arm and back. It encouraged him, he thrust even harder up into you, feeling his abs tighten as his orgasm reared up.

You felt like you were being punished in the best way. His brutal pace was rocking you down to your quickly coiling core, and the grip he had on your hips and thigh would surely leave bruises; you certianly hoped so anyway. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any more grueling, Sarge paused in his thrusts to slightly kneel down and sling your other leg over his shoulder, lifting your entire body into his arms like you weighed nothing.

Now he had you completely pinned against the shower wall, fully at his mercy, and this new angle allowed him to reach a spot in you that you never knew existed. You moaned long and loud, the whole base might have heard, grasping desperately at the the tile behind you until you found purchase on his flexed biceps, around his neck, nails digging and scratching deep.

“Pleasepleaseplease!!” You begged. He hissed as you carved new tracks into his flushing skin and before you knew it, he surged forward and latched his mouth on the sensitive skin of your neck. You could feel his hot tongue swirling against your pulse, and as he pulled you further down onto his pistoning hips, angled perfectly to abuse your spot, your orgasm rocked you in drowning waves. You clenched down hard around Sarge’s cock, squirting in rhythm to his thrusts, making a mess on both yourself and him.

He pushed through the resistance of your tightening ring of muscles until he too snapped. You could feel the vibrations of his groaning against your throat as he continued to thrust up into you, painting your walls with his cum, and even as you milked him completely, he was still going, albeit a bit slower.

Eventually, finally, he came to a stop and pulled out with a grunt as if your body wouldn’t relinquish, letting you down slow, first on one foot, then the other and held you close as you regained feeling and function in your legs, both his and your juices flowing down the inside of your quaking thighs. He remained silent, save for few heavy huffs as he evened his breathing and you caught up with your own. Finally, you dared to look up at the Colonel and as your eyes raked up his body, you noticed his cock was almost as red as his armor, and still quite erect.

As you looked him in the face, Sarge looked just as determined as he did while he was nose deep between your thighs and said in that growling voice of his, “Let’s take the next few rounds to my quarters.” And you felt that all too familiar heat begin to coil again.

[femmeseamonster]

Grgrgrgrgrge thinking about Maine post injury again.

Youre just someone to help around the base, not even close to a soldier. Any freelancer, even the bottom tiers, would take you out easily. Hell, literally anyone in power armor could take you out easily.

Point being. You are weak

Maine is not. He's huge. And while he may not be the highest ranking, he's still top 10, which is pant-shittingly scary to someone who can't even work a pistol.

You get used to the other Freelancers for the most part. North was basically born to be a dad, and Theta was adorable. Washington is a bit silly and definitely friendly. York is polite enough, especially if you're with the other two. You never get that with Maine. Pre-throat injury he was silent, and now *post* he doesn't even have the option. You don't speak sign language, no armor to translate anything, so God help you if Maine wants or needs something that's your job. He's not polite enough to carry around a pen and paper just for you.

Generally its basic shit. You can get by with you talking, sometimes guessing out loud, and him using hand gestures and pointing.

Gesturing to something spilt for you to clean. A point to a room nearby and you can go, "Does someone need me?" as he nods.

However, complicated tasks become a problem. You can't read minds, and he can't articulate well with vague hand gestures.

Maine also doesn't have the best patience in the world. So when it's been probably 10 minutes of you futily guessing what he wants? Needs? Is requesting? He gets annoyed. He's not evil enough to hurt you (you don't know that).

But he does begin to manhandle you.

The squeak that leaves your mouth is involuntary when he grabs you by the waist, growling while tossing you over his shoulder. You don't know what to do except *freeze*. Frankly, theres nothing you could do even if you wanted to. You can't hurt armor, so you accept your fate. He might crush you for your insolence. Or maybe throw you out a window? Use you as freelancer target practice?? You're not sure, but you do know he seems to be hauling ass to wherever hes taking you. Each step of his probably equaling 2 or even 3 of your own.

You realize you *aren't* getting murdered when he slams open a door, and Wash and York both jump in their seats. Maine growls again as he grabs you off his shoulder, setting you on your feet surprisingly delicate. He looks up at the other two–no, three. North is standing a few feet away from the table leaning against a wall–with another growl that apparently means something to them, as they nod, before turning and leaving.

You pray to the gods your face isn't as red as it feels.

[positiveoatmilkmotel]

Epsilon fuckers should get more creative with the wondrous world of sex toys; let that ai control a fuck-machine, vibrators, idk a constricting massage chair if that’s more your speed—

Tucker / Epsilon, fuck machine style, consider the possibility!

[leonardepsilonchurch]

some kind of post 13 church lives au where they stay on chorus, the specifics don’t matter

church and tucker are out at some kind of party or meeting or event that for whatever reason is outdoors and they’re about to head home. church is taking his time saying goodbye while tucker is rushing them a little bit. church is annoyed bc it's usually the exact opposite, with tucker wanting to stay out and church begging them to please hurry the fuck up and leave already. so maybe he’s luxuriating in making tucker have to wait for once. but church reaches his limit for socialness pretty soon anyway, so they head out. getting home is taking longer than either of them expected, though. and tucker is just miserable and antsy and bitching about going faster the whole time, and church is needling him because he thinks it’s funny.

tucker's finally like "hey can we just stop somewhere" and church gets mad because motherfucker YOU were the one who wanted to get home so bad this drive is already taking forever we're in the middle of nowhere where would we even fucking stop--

and tucker is just like "fine, whatever! i guess i'll fucking wait!" and goes uncharacteristically quiet for the rest of the ride, only really huffing and fidgeting in his seat.

FINALLY they get back to their homes/bases/whatever and church drops the car back off with the reds (tucker whines about being let off at home first and church bitches that their place is literally farther why would i drive there first) and tucker leaps out of the car and is dragging church along back to their place until church stops him and is like

"dude. what’s your problem."

tucker just stares at him for a second before blowing up, "what do you MEAN what’s my problem? i have to fucking. piss??? i’ve had to for hours?????"

and church goes. oh. i forgot you did that. and tucker doesn’t even have time to react to how fucking stupid that is he just keeps dragging church home.

but church starts to think about it as they’re walking/running home, how stupid it is that humans have so many waste products, it’s honestly so stupid, and inefficient, and gross, and honestly kind of funny, and maybe a little. hot? so when they get home church has the funniest fucking idea ever.

as tucker lets go of him to run to the bathroom he grabs tucker. tucker starts to yell but he just kisses him, and that shuts tucker up for a second bc that always shuts tucker up for a second, because tucker is just so, so happy that kissing church is something that he does now.

that second ends, and tucker pulls away, but he can't help but smile a little and say "okay, yeah, i missed you too but i have to go to the— mmpphhh.." as church kisses him again and pushes him against the wall. and as church’s tongue snakes down his throat and church’s thigh rubs up between his legs, and as his hands get pinned above his head and his hips get pressed to the wall, as he forgets for a moment how badly he needed to get home, as his horny ass mind is just filled with fuck, yes, this is awesome.

...until church leans too much body weight against his stomach and pushes into his bladder and WOW tucker is glad that he’s got a semi and can dismiss whatever dribbles just leaked out as being precum. he starts wrestling his hands from church and pulling his mouth away (church immediately latches onto his neck) babbling, "fuck, dude, this is awesome but please i really really need to go can we, can we pick this up in like five, in like two minutes so i can just—" and then he notices church is shaking a little bit, and making little noises against his neck, and is he… laughing? motherFUCKER dude is this on purpose????

church is full on giggling as he presses a palm against tuckers stomach. tucker curses and shoves him off and curses some more, calling church every synoynym for asshole he can think of. church doubles over laughing and tucker wants to be so fucking mad at him, but then church looks up at him and he sees the expression church is making. its not just immature glee at his dumb prank going right; theres a hunger there, as he bites his lip, as his eyebrows furrow, as his pupils dilate, narrowing in on tucker. and tucker knows this look. its the look that says church has ideas, has some elaborate sadistic scheme thats going to leave tucker absolutely fucking ruined (and with like five new kinks that could never be reproduced). its a look of pure evil. tucker fucking loves this look.

except right now its just confusing him, because what the fuck about this was getting church like that? like, sure, slamming tucker into the wall and making fun of him was hot as hell, but he does that all the time. why is he getting worked up about it now? did he actually like that tucker has to—oh, right, shit,

tucker doesnt have much time to worry about that because oh GOD he has to go so fucking bad so he runs to the bathroom with church watching him go like a lion watching its prey