Some Bisexual Mess

(the first person has text over them that says "being fat and wanting a girlfriend")

First person: "See what's behind this door..!"

(Door has text over it that says "fat girls" while The Toccata and Fugue in D minor plays in the background)

First person: "Noo, is there a bett-"

Second person: " Yo it's funny that there's an entire demographic, of petite women who love bigger men. But because you've just ousted yourself, as a cunt, it's never gonna happen for you mate. You're really out here body shaming, all these beautiful shawties, big body Bugatti (kiss noise), exquisite; but you're built like a less cool Bling Bling Boy from Johnny Test. Make it make sense mate. It doesn't- it really doesn't. Could've kept your mouth shut. But you had to say something. And you even went so far as to put it on the internet. And you thought that was a good idea because-? Please, take yourself elsewhere. Sincerely the entire fucking human race."

Wow. Talk about attention to detail.

Summary: With the Batch heading into town to collect supplies, you’re left alone on the Marauder, giving you the perfect opportunity to enjoy a shower, and relieve your pent-up feelings. However, Tech forgot his holopad, and he’s met with a pretty sight, and even prettier words falling from your lips when he heads back to retrieve it. Pairing: Tech x Reader Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. This fic does not include any descriptions of her appearance. Word count: 5.3k Tags: Masturbation, Smut, Oral (receiving), sub!Reader, dom!Tech, Praise kink, Dirty talk, Semi-public sex, Friends to lovers, Mutual pining, First time. Notes: I really wanted to write some dominant Tech, but I have NO idea if he’s in character here, so I’d appreciate any reassurance/feedback <3

YES. Due to his heightened senses, he can smell your arousal the second it starts to form, and if you're smart about it, then you can use this to your advantage.

Hunter's taken you out for dinner. He's free from his armour, wearing a formal shirt and pants, his hair tied up in a ponytail, his bandana long gone. You opted for something flashy, revealing, tasteful, complimented by a thin pair of panties. The aim is to get him worked up tonight, and you start the second you both sit down at the dinner table.

Hunter knows when you're toying with him, he knew from the second he arrived at your apartment that you had something planned, but what he wasn't expecting was for you to trap him whilst out. The main course arrives, and you're starting to feel slightly damp, rubbing your thighs together lightly to work yourself up even more. It works, and you begin feeling your wetness spreading across your inner thighs, soaking through your panties.

Your poor partner can barely eat, let alone finish his food, and he keeps gawking at you, innocently eating without a care in the world. "I know what you're doing," Hunter groans. You deny it, shrugging playfully, all whilst overstimulating your wetness. "Mesh'la, I can smell you from here... You're- Kriff, we need to leave."

"But I'm enjoying my meal," you groan.

"Yeah? And I want to enjoy mine, but I don't mean this one," he gestures to his food.

"We can leave," you sweetly smile. Hunter lets out a deep sigh of relief, his arousal growing heavier as every second passes, but his face drops when you say, "after a few more glasses of wine."

I've spoken about this before, but please consider this: Crosshair never took it out to begin with, until...

He's pinned you down to his bunk, furiously pounding into you without a care in the world. Are both of you being too loud? Yes. Could anybody be overhearing you right now? Probably. Does Crosshair care? Of course not.

He lets out a grunt, breathing heavily through his nose, his teeth clenched together, threatening to snap the toothpick that's been in his mouth since before you two began. The only time he took it out was to kiss you, needy and hungrily, as always, before popping it back in as he told you, "I need you right now."

Crosshair tightening his grip on your hips, smirking when you cross your ankles over behind his back, pulling him close. "Loud and desperate, huh?" he smugly comments, his eyes squinting happily when you pout in response. "Let's tone it down a bit. Those sounds are for me, and me alone," Crosshair states, and with a heavy thrust, he slams his cock deep into you and holds it there.

One hand is placed beside your head, holding his weight as he bends forward, his face approaching yours. He only gives you a one worded order, his eyes flicking down to gesture exactly what he's on about. "Hold," Crosshair orders.

Lifting your head up slightly, you pick the toothpick from his lips, pressing it between your teeth, holding it just like he does. He grins at the sight whilst commenting, "it suits you," and before you can reply, he's began pounding into you again.

Javier: fuck me yourself, you coward!

Bill:

Bill: