#reyesxryder

Dirty Talk Prompts (Currently Closed)

“You’re so lewd,” Scott teases, rolling his hips into the next thrust.

Reyes reacts like a dream, eyes fluttering, body shaking under his. His legs are spread wide, so wide Scott’s worried about the muscles in his hips straining under the stretch, and Reyes has his hands hooked behind his knees to keep him that way. He’s vocal, amazingly so for someone so quiet in other times.

Shena. Makes a bit more sense now.

“P-Please,” Reyes mewls, head tipping back with the next slam of Scott’s hips. “I--oh god, Scott. Please.”

“You’re such a sweet thing for me. So needy.” He doesn’t mean to tease, not in a cruel way. But it’s delicious to watch the way his words make Reyes swallow thickly, throat moving with the harsh movement.

“N-Nobody has ever--ever fucked me like you do.” Reyes tells him on a whine, and Scott feels something warm pool in his chest.

It’s not the heavy lust that keeps a rhythm in his hips, sinking his cock inside of Reyes’ welcoming heat over and over. It’s a softer heat, curled around his heart, around the place Reyes had made himself there.

Scott leans down over him, slipping a hand behind Reyes’ head to tip it, guiding their mouths together. He swallows the next whimper that spills free, tongue licking deep to chase it from Reyes’ lips. He feels powerful right now, seeing such a controlled man lose his mind beneath him. And with power comes the need to be protective.

No one else gets to see Reyes like this. He’ll see to that himself.

“I’m gonna wreck you for anyone else,” he promises hotly, grinding in, starbursts at the corners of his vision. “No one else, Reyes. Nobody else ever gets to see you like this.”

“Scott,” Reyes’ voice breaks on his name, a plea, and he shakes under Scott, coming apart at the seams.

Scott can do little but hold him through it, guiding him with gentle hands. And the steadfast promise lurking in the back of his mind, etched there with his words.

Dirty Talk Prompts (Currently Closed)

“S-Stop looking at me like that.”

“And why would I do that?” Scott props his chin in his hand, grinning at Reyes’ half-hearted glare. “You make a pretty picture, you know that?”

“It’s making me wet,” Reyes complains, cupping a hand just under the jut of his cock for proof.

He’s not wrong, of course. Reyes leaks like a fucking dream when he’s turned on and this is no different. Pre-come spills from the plush head of his cock in a thin line, pooling in his palm as Scott groans. He can’t help but reach down, rubbing the thick line of his cock out of the view of the vidscreen as Reyes pouts.

“It’s wholly unfair, cariño, that I am on display and you...are decidedly not.”

“Mmm, but this isn’t about me.” Scott allows himself one good grope before forcing his hand back onto the desk. “This is about you and the show you’re supposed to be putting on for me.”

“You’ll be--ah--in Kadara soon? So why should I--would it not be better to just wait and--” Reyes cuts off with a whine, thumb rubbing across the head of his cock, slick hand working the length.

Scott watches eagerly, the vid placed just so, Reyes’ body visible from the knees up as he leans against the wall of his backroom and jacks himself off. It’s true enough, they’ll land in Kadara tomorrow. But Scott’s been away for over two months and he doesn’t want to wait another second to see his lover fall apart.

“No,” he answers with a grin, “it wouldn’t be better. I want to see you come. Wanna see you make a slick, wet mess of yourself. You’re doing a fine job of it so far.”

“You’re terrible,” Reyes whines but Scott doesn’t pay it much mind, too intent on listening to the filthy sounds of him working himself over for Scott’s viewing pleasure.

oh fuck yes my dude. Look Reyes is too old for the bullshit of “will they think Im weird if I ask for this? Maybe I should just suppress that need.” No. He doesn't have time for it. He would 100% fist up the front of Scott’s pretty Pathfinder uniform and tell him to eat him out until he’s sobbing.

And then keep going.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mass Effect: Andromeda Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gil Brodie/Male Ryder | Scott/Reyes Vidal, Male Ryder | Scott/Reyes Vidal Characters: Reyes Vidal, Male Ryder | Scott Additional Tags: Light Bondage, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Dirty Talk, Birthday Sex, Coming Untouched Summary:

A/B/O Dialogue Prompts (Currently Closed)

“Kadara is a dangerous place,” the purred words come from the shadows, pausing Scott in his steps, bringing a grin to his mouth. “You shouldn’t be walking alone, Omega.”

“Oh, I know,” he settles his back against an abandoned building, bracing himself for the reaction he knows his next words will elicit. “A gang of Alphas were harassing me earlier today. You’d think I’d learn.”

Sure enough, there’s a low snarl and then Reyes is there, pressing him back into the metal, hands sliding over Scott’s body, possessive and careful. He’s frowning, lips curled into a silent growl, but his touch is gentle as he cups Scott’s jaw, meeting his gaze with an annoyed huff.

“You should have gone back to the ship. Or come to find me.”

“Mmm, I didn’t need to.” Scott rumbles, spreading his legs to let Reyes press in closer, rocking the beginnings of an erection against the Alpha’s sturdy thigh. “All I had to do was show off my mark and they went running.”

Scott thinks he hears Reyes snap out something like “damn right they did” but it’s muffled by the press of teeth to said mark. It pulses with a dull ache, the broken skin not yet healed from last night, when Reyes had re-opened the wound with a fierce bite while he knotted Scott on their shared bed. They’re playing a dangerous game–Scott shouldn’t be going through a heat off Tempest, the Initiative has a image to consider, after all. But it’s been far too fun to worry.

Kadara is drenched in shadows and caves and it’s been more freeing than Scott likes to admit to dart around, letting Reyes chase him down. Games the Alphas and Omegas of old played, the hunt making the capture all the sweeter.

And Reyes is a very skilled hunter.

Slick starts to leak, prompted by the presence of an Alpha so close, by the warning press of Reyes’ teeth against his mark. Scott hitches a leg up on Reyes’ hip, opening himself to the slow grind of the Alpha’s hips, and moans louder than common sense says he should.

“Think you could knot me here? Or would those caves,” Scott indicates the shadowed entrance a feet hundred yards away with a nod, “be a better bet? You could chase me over there.”

Reyes pulls himself away with a final nip to Scott’s throat, a growl already bubbling up from his chest, golden eyes gone nearly black as he surrenders himself to the pheromones pulsing in the air between them.

“Run, little Omega.”

Scott does with a flippant laugh, tearing across the distance, hearing Reyes pound across the dirt close on his heels. Fuck the Initiative’s “image”. This right here?

A/B/O Dialogue Prompts (Currently Closed)

“I want kids with you.”

Reyes glass falls from numb fingers, tumbling to the ground and shattering. The sound is almost distant, distorted like he’s underwater, and he completely forgets about it the second he looks over at Scott. Sweet Scott, still wrapped in blankets that smell like their mating, an angry mark still vibrant at his throat as he meets Reyes’ gaze with bright eyes.

Fire burns there, fire hotter than the heat they’ve worked through with desperate touches and needy kisses.

Reyes wants to be consumed by those flames.

“I--what?” He says dumbly, taking a step towards the bed, heedless of the shards laying close to his bare feet. “What did you say?”

“I said I want kids with you.” Scott’s chin kicks up, like he’s got defenses to any protests already trapped in his throat. “And I do. I think you’d be a great dad, Reyes.”

Reyes is silent as he moves the few feet to the bed, climbing onto it, kneeling like a child. He reaches out, takes Scott’s hands, and carefully chooses his next words. They ache, old wounds re-opened, but it’s a good hurt. A hurt that’s worth it.

“I can’t...nothing is promised for us, Scott. Not right now. But when it is, when this world is stable for us...I would want nothing more than to have children with you. To see you holding my child, to hear them laugh as I hold you...it is a dream I never thought to see come true.”

Scott pulls him in close, wrapping his arms tight as Reyes nuzzles gently into the mating mark. They don’t speak anymore, but there’s a softness to their touches now. The heat has settled, leaving them to their own devices, no longer swept along a current. And Reyes takes care to keep Scott’s gaze as he sinks inside him once more.

“We’ll have a beautiful family one day, Scott.”

Scott cups his face, drags him into a kiss, moans into his mouth when Reyes seats himself deep with slow, almost lazy thrusts of his hips. He doesn’t answer with his voice, letting his body speak instead. And with every arch, with every soft whimper, with the way Scott wraps his legs around Reyes to keep him in close, Reyes hears the answering promise.