#locus x reader

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Like most other things he does, he treats sex and everything after methodically. He’s never really tired after so he takes his time with water, a shower because he thinks showers are just a better way to clean up and then a snack. Strips the sheets and replaces them while you eat something. Only once the checklist is done will cuddling start. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I’ll go off kilter here and say that Locus really hates his hands actually. These hands have done a lot of things, hurt a lot of people, so he doesn’t understand why you’re okay holding them. Why you insist on letting him touch you with them. But in the end he assumes it must be because you see something in him he can’t figure out himself so he decides if it makes you happy, he’ll let you keep doing it.

He enjoys all of you. He never broadcasts it, doesn’t say it in words, but when he wakes up in cold sweat to your arms around him giving him that warmth he missed for so long… he tells himself it’s your arms. That’s his favorite part.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

LORD. Oh… he cums an average amount and it’s salty but it’s got the consistency of like… fresh donut glaze. Thick and syrupy and enough to make a mess on you if he ever decided to not use a fucking condom because Locus hates messes. It’s an easier clean up, it’s responsible, and he won’t bang you without one even if the both of you are clean. Of course you could ask nicely for it to be raw and he’ll bitch about it in his own Locus way but he can’t really say no when it makes you happy.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The imagined sexual tension with Felix is not an imagination thing. They’re giving divorce? They are divorced. They had a whole thing going when they were bounty hunters working with Siris but they never actually said anything. You’d never know when they started dating or when they ended the dating because they’ve always bitched at each other like a married couple. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s so technical about it when you started your physical aspect of being involved that you’re sure he just read whatever he could online before you two got down and dirty. Was he experienced? Inexperienced? You’ll never know unless you really pester him about it. (My bet is on experienced because of Felix but when you try to get him to talk about Felix he clams up more.)

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He’s a perfectionist. So he's gonna go for positions where he can control everything. Doggy works best in most cases. You can’t move too much and he can guide you if need be. It’s also… easier for him to grab you by the neck if that’s what you’re into. His lap is also a favorite. Like you reverse in his lap while he sits on the edge of the bed. He could literally bounce you on it however he likes and it’s easier to touch where you need him because he doesn’t have to drape himself over you to do it. Bicycle works too.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Locus takes sex very seriously. Very. Very seriously. He’s not one for laughing, not one for jokes- he’s here to make you feel good and he just doesn’t feel much like laughing during it. To be fair he doesn’t laugh a lot but the goofiness might kill his boner too.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

So mad at him because he could totally have a treasure trail but he fucking- he grooms himself rather consistently. Have you ever dealt with wild hair in your fucking armor suit? Early in his military career he was a little more relaxed but the Locus you know keeps things shaved and trimmed neatly. There’s a short patch of hair on the base of his cock but we’re robbed of the goodie trail.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...) 

This depends on you. On your relationship. If it’s just a physical thing and you aren’t serious about each other romantically then he treats it even more technical than he already does and then you don’t even get cuddling.

But that just makes things so much more emotionally invested when he DOES have feelings for you. Sex isn’t just a physical release for stress reasons anymore- his touches linger on you. He stares a little more at your face when you’re in positions facing him. He also gets so much gentler handling you during and after. Locus normally keeps these feelings locked up tight but with you it comes trickling out. He didn’t think he’d feel like that ever.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

One of those people who does it just for the stress relief and nothing else. He does it, wham, bam, and then goes about his day like he didn’t even do it at all. Sometimes he does it before bed to make his body relax before he attempts sleeping but most of the time it’s purely for personal physical reasons.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He has a dominance thing. And if he likes you enough, he could lean into being a service top. Definitely likes tying you up as a punishment (like you got too mouthy on a mission); would lean into blindfolds and stuff. Nothing crazy hard but pretty typical BDSM stuff. It’s a part of his perfectionism thing. If you wanna tie him up? You better have an essay ready and prove you can handle it.

Overstimulation too. But I’ll explain that further below.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He REFUSES to do it outside of his bunk. It’s an absolute no. Not in the showers, not in communal areas- if you try to suggest to do in Felix’s quarters just to fuck with the man in orange he will straight up walk away.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Locus isn’t someone who I picture getting motivated for this easy. You’re not even sure what gets him going honestly. I’m not even sure what gets him going honestly. A wind blows on a random Tuesday and he suggests you spend the night in his quarters over meal time. That’s normally how it happens.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing involving knives. It reminds him a little too much of how he got his facial scars and while he’s probably better now than he was back then, he doesn’t like the idea of weaponry involved with sex. Not that you’re sure how you guys could use grenades and the like for sex but it’s an absolute no on weapons.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Oh my god his mouth. He’s got a very nice mouth- great lips. Big tongue. And while he’s technical about sex mostly he takes oral… a little rougher in a sense? His hands are pushing your legs back to your chest. Big hands squeezing your thighs and pinning you open like that. You could yank on his ponytail and get a moan from him during this but he’ll fully involved using his mouth on you.

And now when you go down on him… his hand will stay on your head, in your hair. It’s the bossiest you will ever see him. He controls the pace of your bobbing, tells you when to suck and how hard. Sometimes he pulls you off his cock entirely and just has you mouth at his balls for a bit. Not because it gets him off (or maybe this is how he edges himself orally) but it’s probably to give you a breather before he fucks your throat.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Steady thrusts. The pace is even (unless he’s fucking your mouth he might do it a little fast there) but he can study you enough to know what you need to get off. You always cum before he does, he makes sure of that. Whether it is on his fingers or tongue, you get the first orgasm and then he makes you fall apart on his cock. And he always does it at the pace that gets you off best before he devolves into something a little more drawn out and grindy before he cums.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It really depends. Like… it really depends. Cannot stress enough that he’s more interested in getting you off than himself so any quickies would be about you getting off rather than him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Nuh uh. He doesn’t do risks, he doesn’t fuck around. If you wanna experiment a little just tell him what you wanna do and he’ll see how feasible it is but he’s not really the guy you take risks with.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

He’s definitely got the stamina. When he’s in the mood, probably four rounds. If not then he just gets you off for as long as you can, maybe a little more than that because you begging kind of does something for him and he likes watching you shake. Maybe it’s a Sam thing. Maybe it’s a Locus thing. Maybe it’’s a dom thing. IDK. But he can definitely handle sex for longer periods. Mostly because it takes him a while to get off anyway.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You’re gonna end up using toys. He will use toys on you actually- it’s one of the things he is more amenable to because it’s another avenue that he can take care of you with. And he does get a little devious 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Normally he doesn’t tease. He’s very straightforward with how he approaches you for intimacy and how he executes it.

But that’s under the assumption you haven’t been fucking with him. Locus is normally a man of incredible discipline and self control. So you spend a good couple of days fucking around with him trying to tease him and mess with him, he will return the favor. I don’t know what’s gonna happen to you afterwards but good luck! Try not to die, kay?

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s very quiet. It’s soft tones with unyielding steel in it ordering you around and telling you what he’s gonna do/ how he’s gonna fuck you but he sounds very professional when he does it. Will grunt a little if you squeeze/suck him particularly. But other than that Locus does not make a lot of noise.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He has to beat Felix off you with a stick sometimes. You know those Hispanic moms with their sandals? It’s kind of like that. Felix is entirely dependent on him and if you’re there, fucking things up for Felix, then Felix is gonna worm his way to you to do… whatever it is Felix does when people get too close to Locus for his liking. Locus is unfortunately like a doberman with you so if Felix comes to you with less than stellar intentions he has to be a Hispanic mom and drag Felix off for sparring or something. It’s not pretty sparring. It’s more like beating Felix’s ass (but in some context that’s also like foreplay for them too so if all three of you are a thing it will still keep Felix occupied for a few hours.)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Everything on this man is big and intimidating. Including his cock. It… your fingers can’t touch. It’s fucking lengthy too. A porn star cock if you will. Like this is shit you read about in romance novels and then you look at it and wonder how genetics came together for THAT. The reason he always gets you off first is because he needs to make sure you can even take the damn thing. It’s a good thing his fingers are big too because something has to stretch you for that thing. 

It’s a miracle if you can suck that thing. That’s what Felix says. (How the fuck does he-) But the head is a nice mushroom tip. It’s definitely uncircumcised but he’s so meticulous about hygiene that you’re good to go. My advice? The tip is the most sensitive besides his balls. Go. Cause chaos for him now.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I’m gonna be real for the way the universe gifted this man he does not fuck often. I mean when he does have sex with you it’s GOOD. You’ll feel it for a long while. But the mood strikes him on rare occasions. Sure if you need to get off or be taken care of he can but him being in the mood is like… a once in a while thing. The planets have to align specifically for him. Mercury has to be in retrograde for it to happen twice in one week. That’s just how he’s wired.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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. 

–

“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.”

–

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. 

[possessive Locus, switch!reader, switch!Locus, praise kink, Dom/Sub dynamics if you squint, Sub drop, aftercare]

A few months after Locus and I's confessions, I decided I wanted a permanent place to stay. Somewhere I could hide when I have to lay low or for when I just felt like I needed a sense of a normal life. Felix mocked me about it to no end. Saying it was stupid and would be found eventually. Locus however, was oddly supportive of the matter. After that night we officially became what most would call a couple. We didn't let it interfere with work and all in all things were normal. Felix confirmed that he did the one bed thing after some pushing. 

But I bought the place, in cash of course. A small chunk of property with a run down A- Frame house. A nice little project as Siris called it. And I couldn't help but agree. I fixed it up with help from the guys and it was finally a place I could call home. I even managed to get Locus to bring some of his stuff! Considering he'd be over a lot. We still haven't tried anything together yet. I mean, we're both adults and in our line of work you'd occasionally like someone to bed with. But something about this time should feel special. None of us had approached each other about it either. Figuring it would happen naturally. Still, I put myself on birth control just in case.

So I decided that I was going to cook his favourite dinner one night. He had mentioned it the other day on call and I think it will be a nice surprise. He and the others had taken a job a planet over and he had been gone for a week and a half. I was on a job before him, but I didn't get back in time to catch him before they left. It's been almost a month without seeing him in person. 

I try not to be the clingy type, he still dislikes PDA. Everything was private when it came to us. We took care of each other. I noticed that when he could he took control of things and I usually let him. I like being taken care of sometimes. Maybe I should try and take the initiative with something soon. Maybe he'd like it or he wouldn't and would put me in my place. Now that didn't sound so bad. 

I busied myself with preparing the food after I got a call from him. 

"Hey, I figured I'd call to tell you I'll be there in about an hour." He sounded exhausted and I could hear Felix in the back whining about something.

"Oh that's perfect actually! I'll see you soon!" 

"See you soon." And then he hung up. And he was true to his word, almost an hour later he walked in through the door. I noticed how he winced as he set his bags down. Walking up behind me he wrapped his arms around my waist. He said nothing so I swayed back and forth, dancing to an imaginary song. 

"It went so wrong. Capture and turn in this punk to the cops. Then someone wiped him from the files and then Felix had the brilliant idea of asking for ransom. But the kid's dad didn't want him and then he and his whole posse showed up and Felix got shot. It was just a mess." He sighs out, still staring at the fire. 

"Why don't you sit down and I'll bring dinner to you?" I ask while reaching for plates. I hear a small huff of acknowledgement and he walks into the living room. Filling both plates, I walked into the living room to find him staring blankly at the fireplace. It was one of two ways to warm the house and it is the beginning of winter. We eat in silence while I wait for him to tell me about his time away.

That was our main rule, never force the other to talk about what they've done. 

I set my plate down and pulled his head into my chest. "I'm so sorry baby." Was all I could get out.

He pulled himself up and took both our plates to the kitchen. I began to follow him when he looked over his shoulder and told me it was ok, to just go get ready for bed and he'd be there soon. He was always like this, so helpful and stubborn.

Knowing better than to argue with him I go and grab my things to shower, settling on one of his shirts (a dark green one) and a pair of his boxers. He'll never admit it but he loves it when I wear his clothes or his signature colour, so why not wear both. I think it's a territory thing. Like a 'yes, this person is my person and they love me' type of thing. I think it's kinda hot.

 After my shower I enter the bedroom to find him sitting at my desk, reading. Still in his suit, the blazer hanging off the chair and his sleeves rolled up. He looks up at me and smiles a bit.

"Is that my shirt?" 

"Yep and," I lift it up a bit and do a little twirl to show him, "also these!"

He motions for me to come to him and I do. Settling into his lap I can feel his heart beat. It's chaotic, like he just got done running. Leaning in for a kiss I get an idea on how to take his mind off things. Shifting my hips slightly I lean harder into the kiss. I move my hips again, getting a little groan from him. 

"What are you doing?" He asks, looking at me confused.

"Whatcha mean baby?" I say doing it again, this time in a full motion. With that action he grabs my thighs, forcing me to stop. He looks at me sternly and says, "If you keep doing that I will not be able to stop myself." 

"And what if I want that?" His jaw clenches.

"Then take it, you know you can." And with that his lips are back on mine. 

This time I move with purpose and begin to unbutton his shirt. He moves down my throat, kissing and biting wherever he wants. It's like something feral snapped in him as he picks me up and walks over to the bed. 

Sitting down on it and leaning back long enough to get the shirt off of me. Then he's back attacking my chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and kneading the other. His touch was like a torch to my skin. Biting back a moan I fumble with his belt and eventually get it undone. Pulling down his pants and he kicks them off. He pulls back and flips us so he's on top. Now we're both left in our underwear and he asks me "Is this ok?" 

I nod.

"Words pretty thing." 

"Yes," and then I throw in "please" for good measure. 

He doesn't answer but instead pulls down the boxers in one swift motion. His followed soon after. 

Spreading my legs for him, he grins and it's the grin of a predator who's just caught its prey. "That's a good girl." 

Keening at this response I raise my hips to expose myself more, desperate for his touch. "Oh, you like that? When I tell you how pretty you are? How you're such a good toy for me?" 

I nod quickly, hoping he'd finally answer me. He did, pressing a finger into me, but then he stilled. "Tell me what you want, doll." 

"You! I want you inside of me!" I gasp out. 

"Oh you can do better than that, hmm." He adds another finger yet still doesn't move. 

"Please! Fuck me, I'm your to use!" And it would seem those were the magic words. Because he began pumping into me. Grabbing his shoulders I can't control the sounds coming from me. I can feel that knot beginning to build up. And I think he knew too because he takes his thumb and runs circles on that little nub and I exploded. I was seeing stars while he pulled his fingers out. Whining at the loss I pulled myself closer and wrapped my legs around his waist. 

Looking straight into his eyes I said, with no uncertainty, "Fuck me, Sir."

Oh he liked that, he liked that a lot. Looks like I'll be using that more often. His eyes darkened, "You’ll be my downfall." 

"I know." And with that I pushed him onto his back so I was now on top. Grabbing his dick I pumped him a few times, earning the sweetest moans. Positioning myself above him I sunk down. He was stretching me like no other. When I reached the hilt I stopped. "You fit me so perfectly sir," I purr. "Like you were made to please me, such a perfect cock." 

"Take it, it's all for you. Use me pretty girl." He groans out, breathing heavily. Like he was using all his restraint not to take control like we both know he could. So I pull his hands together and place them on the headboard.

"Stay." Was my only command as I pulled off and dropped back down. Repeating my actions I could see his white knuckle grasp on the headboard. I wanted him to snap and with his eyes following my every move it was so easy. Reaching down I began to work on that little nub, not bothering to hide any pleasure gained from it. And that's all it took, his hands were on my hips and he began to slam me on his dick. I could feel a second release build as I squeezed around him. He made a small choked noise. 

Still inside me he flipped us so he was in control again. He lifted up my leg over his shoulder with one hand, the other wrapping around my throat. That helped him reach that little spot inside me. I don't know what gave it away but he shifted so he hit that spot with every thrust. This time when I came my nails scratched down his back, sure to leave marks, and my vision blanked out. Groaning under his breath he stilled, shooting hot streams into me. I felt weightless, almost floaty. Completely blissed out. 

Careful not to crush me as he laid down on my chest we caught our breath together. After a minute he slowly pulled out of me, causing me to whine at the cold that followed his absence. "I'll be right back." He starts towards the bedroom door. And as soon as he's gone my mind races. What if he didn't like that? What if he thinks you're gross now? What if he regrets it and leaves me? My eyes water and I curl into myself in an attempt to disappear. I didn’t want him to leave, I’ve never felt this way about anyone and I start to hate myself for coming dependent on his affection. We were killers for fuck sake, we didn’t have time for love. It was that thought that forced out the tears. 

So stuck up in my head that I didn't notice when he came back, damp towel and water glass in his hand. Yet I could feel him there, observing. "Hey baby, let me get you cleaned up." And he says it so gently that I almost couldn't hear it. After no response he sits on the side of the bed, "Sweetheart I need you back now, come back to me." He says, this time a little louder. I try to focus on the towel against my skin and I'm mostly present by the time he slowly holds the cup up to my mouth for me. The cold liquid soothes my throat and I force myself to look at him.  

And instead of disgust I find nothing but love plastered across his face. He’s looking at me as if I’m the only one in the world. I can’t take it and begin to sob again. Saying nothing he pulls me into his arms and runs his fingers through my hair. “It’s alright, you're experiencing a ‘Sub drop.’ It's ok, it's normal and I’m not mad, let it all out. I'm right here."

So I do and he picks me up, carrying me to the bathroom. I look at him confused while he sets me on the counter. He kisses my forehead and starts to draw a bath. Once the tub is filled and steam has filled the room he picks me up again. Gently stepping into the water he puts my back to his chest. The waters warm and I relax almost immediately. It's funny, tonight was supposed to be about him and his relaxation. Yet here we sit, him whispering sweet affirmations and gently rinsing us off. He had always been so considerate, the idea of an official Dom/Sub dynamic becoming more appealing. I'll ask him about it later. For now, I'll let him fulfil his need to care. 

I don't think I'd trade this for anything.