#imfxckingawesome

Scars were one of those things that Tucker had never thought he would be into, but ever since joining up and getting to see more and more of them, he had to admit, there was definitely a weird kind of appeal to them. He hadn’t even really thought about it before reaching out to touch. It wasn’t like he saw Felix out of armor a lot, so he had been taken by surprise, hand moving before he could think better of it. 

He blinked a little, flashing Felix a sheepish smile when he was caught. His own armor was in a semi neat pile a few feet away, leaving him in sweats and a loose t-shirt, so really, Felix still had the advantage where armor was concerned. 

Yessss~ I love me some ace rep.

“Oh, you’re no fun. Also, that’s utter bullshit. Knifeplay is still great for me.”

Send me three kinks and I'll put them in order of my characters favorite to least favorite.

[text]: yeah super proud

[text]: let’s make that a tradition. no stabbing tuesdays

[text]: you don’t get a gold star for not being a tool

Felix? What was he doing here? Simmons had assumed he was busy elsewhere so he hadn’t expected to run into him back at the base. 

Send me a ¥ and a command and my muse has to obey.

Tucker makes a face, it’s a weird request, but he can’t say no. Literally can’t, which makes it a lot easier to ignore the question of whether he wants to or not. He takes a few slow steps toward Felix, watching for a knife the entire time, still half expecting one as he reaches up and cups Felix’s face. 

“Yeah, and? The fuck do you want me to do about it?” Tucker cocks an eyebrow at Felix, but there’s not as much bite in his voice as there could be cause honestly, he’s fucking exhausted too. He lets his eyes trail over Felix for a second before glancing away again. He doesn’t know how to deal with him anymore, but the last thing he wants right now is a fight.