#rvb reader insert

BLUE TEAM

Leonard Church-

Church positively malfunctions a bit. I'm under the impression that you probably haven't brought up liking him due to his whole past with Tex so one day when everyone is busy with liquor rightfully won stolen from the Reds, he doesn't expect you to grab him by the belt loop of his fatigues to pull him in. His first action is to bitch about it until you're on your toes to kiss him.

For Church, it's been a long ass time since he's been kissed. He malfunctions again. Isn't sure whether or not to kiss back and he definitely knows for sure Tex might kick his ass. By the end of it you're both just kind of standing there awkwardly while Caboose yells something in the background. (This would be a great build up for angst and unrequited feelings I'll be so real right now. You Church lovers are built different I swear.)

Michael J. Caboose-

Caboose has no idea what's going on.

Literally.

You grabbed him and tugged him in and he immediately took it as an invite to start hugging you. Any plans you had about kissing this golden retriever are thrown out the window when he picks you up with a lot of strength (pray he doesn't get too excited and accidentally cracks your ribs) before running around to yell excitedly that he's having the best day ever. Hang on tight. Caboose doesn't do slow running. Caboose goes full speed at all times. If you don't wrap your legs around him or something (because he will let go at some point) you are gonna fall flat on your ass at full speed too.

Later when Tucker tries to explain it to him he just goes 'oh that was nice!'

You have a long up hill battle my friend. Good thing you're already in the army.

Lavernius Tucker-

Tucker knew what you wanted the moment the two of you were alone and he felt that little snag to tug him closer.

Has the most shit eating grin as he leans down to ask you if you have been waiting too long- add on his usual colorful attempts at flirting. Please shut him up by kissing him. Whether it goes further than kissing is ultimately up to you. And I DO MEAN IT IS UP TO YOU. You're gonna have to be the one cranking the brakes here because Tucker is notoriously horny almost all of the time so this guy will GO unless you physically put a hand up and say to take it easy for now.

Tucker: Baby I'm always easy.

You: Oh. I know.

I'm under the firm impression he will take your need for time seriously if you want it. Even if he's horny he's smart enough to know there's a time and place. But if you let him tap that ass it'll be fun! Go for the showers- the noises will echo and piss Church off more.

Agent David Washington-

Now Wash will have one of two reactions.

The first is where he gets immediately flustered. We all know he blushes like virgin in the right moments so once it's clicked in his head his face will go supernova when your lips are pressed to his. Of course he's gonna kiss you back- it's nice and slow and there isn't a care in the world right then for your little corner. (This is based on the idea you two have had a thing but neither of you have confessed yet).

(Which leads us to if you two are indeed together.)

If you and Wash have already done the snog and dance before, when you grab him by the belt loop here his eyes will go dark. You don't kiss him. He kisses you. And it's filthy. Better be glad you two are mostly out of sight cause he's got a hand up your shirt and both of you are moaning while he has you pinned to the wall. It has been years since he has been laid. He is thirsty. Just let him have a sip. Make him beg for it too if you want because he will.

RED TEAM

Dexter Grif-

Grif doesn't know what's happening until your mouth is slotted against his and he becomes aware of where your hand is. To be fair you snagged him on the way to his third nap for the day- dude was a little sleepy but now he's here and the two of you are kissing and he has to prop himself up with an arm against the wall as he figures why the fuck not? Grif kisses back. He hasn't gotten laid in a long while. You aren't the worst kisser ever and he actually likes you enough to crowd you further against the wall when he deepens it.

Neither of you are getting naked in that hallway corner though. No. If this goes further he drags you back to the bunk he shares with Simmons and locks said man out for the ride you're about to take. And yes, you will be on top.

But Grif is gonna be the one in charge the whole time while he lays back to enjoy it.

Richard 'Dick' Simmons-

Malfunctions so hard.

I'm so serious. Simmons yelped when you dragged him in and yanked him down. He has no idea what's going on or what it implies. That kiss is a little lackluster and if his face wasn't as red as his armor from the sheer proximity from when you grabbed him it definitely is during and after that kiss. If you weren't a stronger person you'd be disappointed but something about the way he's blushing and stuttering just warms your heart in an odd way.

Grif still calls him a virgin as he passes you both.

If you keep this up, maybe you'll be able to prove Grif wrong. But not at that moment. Simmons looks ready to keel over.

Franklin Delano Donut-

Goddamn when you did this he swooned hard. Is giggling a little into the kiss once your lips meet and he's bundling you up close to him as you spend a few good minutes kissing like hooligans. You're the one who makes it a little more suggestive but bless Donut's heart he catches on fast and doesn't bother waiting to put you down before the both of you are off to his bunk. Sarge will complain later about Donut going off to do fru fru shit but the hickies he sports makes the colonel quiet up real fast.

MERCS

Issac 'Felix' Gates-

Everyone's favorite asshole knew what you were doing before you managed to touch his belt loop. This motherfucker Looney Tunes'd your ass- he grabbed you by your pants first and hauled you in for the messiest makeout he's probably done since the last time he went to a club. There is biting. It's more of a fight than a kiss. He enough of an asshole to bang you in the hallway if it's empty and leave you to limp to your bunk after. Just rest easy knowing you probably bit him back just as much as he bit you and he will wear those marks on his neck for weeks.

Samuel 'Locus' Ortez-

Locus Locus Locus.

It's hard with him I'm not gonna lie. He is almost ALWAYS in his armor. There are no damn belt loops. It's the armor or the undersuit because this man hasn't relaxed enough to put on something casual in a long time. Your best bet was grabbing him by the hips when he had his helmet off in the locker room and just kissing him right there.

┊As a girlfriend to the poor blonde, babies were something he didn’t plan for. This was Chorus, chorus was unpredictable and relentless with unending chaos.

┊Wash was also unpredictable when it came to not pulling out, and screwing you raw between the sheets, after another vigorous day of training recruits.

┊The pregnancy was something you hadn’t found out about until you were a month and a half in, and that’s when you weren’t feeling your greatest.

┊Grif joked that maybe you were pregnant, the day before you tested yourself after you gagged at the smell of the food served at lunchtime. You had nervously laughed it off, as the table went silent.

┊You weren’t pregnant, that wasn’t.. You were positive you had refilled your birth control and had taken the pills correctly.

┊Grey was more than happy to have you borrow a pregnancy test from her and check yourself in the medbay bathroom the day after.

┊Thirty minutes and two pregnancy tests later, the results were in. “Positive,” Grey said, her face alight with joy whereas yours was nothing but anxiety and deadly shock.

┊Pregnant. Pregnant in the middle of a danger zone of a planet, and you decided to be knocked up. What the f u c k, were you gonna do. What were you going to tell Wash?

┊Wash took the news similarily to you, both shocked and anxiety-ridden. Even after you announced you were keeping the baby.

┊He supported you, he acted like the younger naive project freelancer rookie when it came to you. He was nervous, a tight string of nerves that tried its best to not scream every time he thought about being a father.

┊You were pulled off any missions concerning extreme situations, anything to deal with the whereabouts of Felix and Locus was off the table. Arguments were heard on deaf ears from anyone and everyone you tried to talk to about.

┊Mood swings, morning sickness was a routine Wash hadn’t batted an eye to. He was gentle and caring even if you wanted to rip his dyed roots out and claw his pretty blue eyes to pieces.

┊Wash became overprotective more than usual and took you to every check-up Grey had scheduled for you to do. The ultrasound was the most emotional thing he had experienced.

┊He felt like a kid, holding your hand and listening to his baby’s heartbeat.

┊When Grey tried finding a clear angle for you both to observe the fetus growing inside you. Wash squeezed your hand so hard in the silent urge for him to not burst out in tears right then and there.

┊Wash did the most, even if he was busy with meetings or gone on his own stakeouts. It was the times when he was away on missions or was caught up in a firefight, did he become a wreck. Being away for so long was his worst nightmare, and it constantly came true since he couldn’t just stay glued to your side 24/7.

┊When you were six months pregnant and closing the precipe of swelling and popping out of your own skin, Wash had sprung up in your shared room out of the blue. 

“┊Names.”

┊“What?” 

┊“We need names, if its a boy or girl you know, this is all last minute but its important to establish this so we don’t name them something dumb like Reginold.” 

┊You blinked rapidly, one eyebrow rose skeptically as you watched the disgruntled blonde stand in the doorway. “Don’t you have.. those recruits that you need to train right now?” 

┊Wash froze, for a second before his icy blue eyes widened a fraction and a gasp was ripped from his lungs. He turned and ran out the door back to the training grounds without hesitation. Your laughter followed after his hurried footsteps.

┊When it was time for giving birth, it was the same time that both armies had gone to fight Malcolm Hargrove and his army of space pirates. Wash wasn’t around for the birthing process, so no one was there to hold your hand as you screamed in the empty medbay. 

┊Grey was delivering your baby and you were cursing Washington to the highest heaven for even getting you pregnant in the first place. 

┊Hours of screaming, blood, and tears had passed you by and left you weak limbed with a numb mind. You gave birth to a pretty baby girl, with dark brown hair, and Wash’s icy eyes. She looked more like you bur she had his spirit and looks right off the bat.

┊When Wash, the Reds and Blues, and Carolina, had come back to the base of Armonia. You were sleeping and your new baby girl was sleeping in a separate crib beside your hospital bed. 

┊You weren’t awake to see Wash tear up and nearly cry on the floor of your delivery room, but Tucker and the others had watched him stare at you and his new baby girl in awe and loving shock. 

┊Wash didn’t have many good girl role models in his childhood life, he hardly remembered his kid years at all but he was a huge momma’s boy. Perhaps if he were to go back to earth he'd show off his baby to his mom, if she was still alive by the time the war blew over. He’d show his blonde-haired baby girl to his mom and announce that she was named after her grandmother. 

┊With the Reds and Blues as uncles and aunts, Wash would have help and try to be the best father he could be in the times of war. Felix and Locus could blow up the whole god damn planet, but as long as his whole family was safe then he would be content. 

┊Covered in sweat, and gunpowder, and the last remnants of dwindling adrenaline buzzing in his veins, Washington had peeled off his helmet and placed it at the foot of your hospital bed. He had peeled the gloves off and set them beside his helmet as well, then went to his brand new baby. 

┊He couldn’t help but stare down at the pink bundle of blankets, and the brand new life brought to the world. He felt like kicking himself for not being here to hold your hand and deal with your screams, but life wouldn’t be that easy for him that way. Malcolm Hargrove had to announce his presence and be someone that was hard to kill. 

┊He didn’t dare disturb you two as you slept, but Wash had taken the risk to extend his hand down to the bundle and brush his fingers against his baby’s cheek. A small sleepy noise escaped the baby as she stirred and her tiny hands moved, they had side across his much rougher skinned fingers and grabbed his index finger with her whole hand. 

┊The gesture left him breathless and light-headed, his heart was stolen for the second time and he swore that he had vowed his entire soul to protecting this baby girl. 

“I called your boyfriend,” Church said pitilessly. He was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

“No!” You groaned. You were sitting up in your cot, dazed and bleary-eyed, with blankets pooled around your lap. Not too dazed however to forget that getting Doc involved could possibly kill you. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, here's the thing: I know he's utterly useless and infuriating, but I also know I'm sure as hell not nursing you back to health.”

“Yeah, fffffuuuuck that!” Tucker loudly agreed from the other room. The fickle, traitorous bastard.

“You don't even have to take care of me, though!” You pleaded. “I'm, I'm not even that bad! You can just... just have Caboose bring me a glass of water every hour, or something! I'll get plenty of rest, and I'll be all better in no time! No nursing necessary.”

Church forced out a brisk, humorless “ha.” Then, “Yeah no. Don't think so.”

You glowered at him, and flopped back down onto your cot with a huff. Instantly, your head swam from the quick movement, and you groaned pitifully.

“He should be here soon.”

You groaned again—louder this time—and rolled over to face away from Church and the doorway he stood in.

After a minute, you heard him step away from the doorway and leave. You kept your eyes trained on the featureless wall across from you as a muffled conversation started up in a nearby room.

You were too busy frowning, that you didn't notice yourself nod off.

You came to with a start. Strangely cold, and with no concept of time.

You'd managed to kick the blanket off of your cot while you were asleep. You tried to sit up and reclaim it, but a fit of dizziness forced you back onto your pillow.

Your head was fuzzy—like it was stuffed full of cotton. Thinking felt like slogging through water.

You rolled onto your stomach and tucked your arms under your body in the hopes that would warm you up some. After a few minutes, you drifted off again.

Your brain slowly swam back into consciousness along with the room around you. It was fuzzy at the edges, and it took you several seconds of confusion to recognize it as your own. The world felt strange—you felt strange. For a minute, you thought you could see a figure milling about in the doorway.

“Keep your distance, Caboose.”

You heard Church's stern voice coming from the other room. It sounded muffled and warped, like you were hearing it from underwater.

“You hear me? One sick idiot's enough. I don't wanna have to deal with two.”

You missed Caboose's response as you sank back into a warm, murky sleep.

At some point during that third nap, you had a fever dream. Over a dozen tiny, purple Churches climbed in through your window (even though your room had no windows, and was also underground). They cackled maniacally in concert, lifted you out of your bed, and attempted to carry you out the window. You tried to fight them, but you felt too weak and could hardly move.

When you woke up, Doc was picking your blanket up off the floor.

“... Frank?”

“Hi, sweetie.” Doc sounded distracted. He shook your blanket out, then carefully draped it over you.

“I had the weirdest dream just now...” You muttered dazedly.

“Really?” Doc answered pleasantly while tucking you in. Going slowly, so he didn't leave even the smallest part of you uncovered. “What about?” When he was finished, he patted your knee gently. You vaguely noticed he wasn't wearing his gauntlets right now.

You squinted at the ceiling, blinked, and tried to recall your dream. The more you focused on it, however, the quicker it seemed to escape you-- like sand slipping through your fingers. “I don't... remember.”

“That's fine. If you remember any of it later, I'd love to hear it.”

Without further preamble, Doc began scanning you.

Your eyes lazily followed the green glow as he passed it from your toes up to your head. When he made a thoughtful noise, your eyes flicked back to his helmet in curiosity.

“Hm... looks like your temperature's at 105.”

“What?!” Your presence of mind returned in a landslide. You shot up, and instantly regretted it as you were hit by a wave of pain and dizziness. Spots danced in your vision as you slumped back onto your pillow. You felt like you were going to throw up.

“... Or that could be your blood pressure...”

“Oh my god.” You whimpered. Your boyfriend was going to kill you.

Not seeming to hear you, Doc made another thoughtful noise. “Ah-- you know what, 105 isn't bad for either of them. I'm sure it's fine.” He laughed good-naturedly, setting his scanner aside to start tucking the edges of the newly disturbed blanket back under you.

You almost wanted to cry; but you were too tired, too feverish, and felt too done with life to bother. Instead, you let your body go limp, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

“Based on Church's description, you weren't this bad earlier...” Doc said thoughtfully.

After a moment, you made a soft, non-committal noise that sounded like agreement.

“Have you been staying hydrated?”

You slowly turned your head to look at him, and blinked.

“I'll take that as a 'no'.” Doc picked up his gauntlets from your bedside table. “Be back in a jiffy!”

You returned your gaze to the ceiling as he left the room. This was a terrible idea. Calling your boyfriend was a terrible idea. You loved him, but he was going to try to solve the problem by rubbing aloe vera on your neck, or sticking your feet in a bucket of... of... quinoa, and then your ridiculously high fever was going to kill you.

Distantly, you hoped that your funeral wouldn't be shit. You were there for Church's funeral, and Tex's funeral, and those funerals were shit-- and actually, come to think of it; didn't you, Tucker and Caboose leave Church's body to rot up on the cliffs originally? You hoped Church didn't remember that-- or didn't hold a grudge, at the very least.

Distantly; you realized you were screwed.

Doc returned while you were in the middle of a fever-fueled existential crisis.

“Alright-- I'm going to need you to sit up, if you can. I'll help.”

When his words registered, you propped yourself up on your elbows partway. He slipped one power-armored arm through the newly freed space, and delicately hoisted you up into a sitting position.

Your head swam at your new vantage. You felt something cold and metallic press against your lips, and realized Doc was holding a canteen up for you to drink from.

Gratefully, you parted your lips, and cool water poured in between them. It splashed down your sore throat, and soothed some of the swelling.

Doc waited for you to drink your fill. He closed the canteen and set it aside. “Feeling any better?”

You weakly raised one arm, and gave him a thumbs up. “Mmf.” You let your head loll onto his shoulder.

“Wonderful,” Doc said warmly. “Staying hydrated is always important, but the absolute best cure for an illness--” He trailed off as he wrapped both arms around you, and hugged you gently to his chest. “Is a hug.”

You frowned up at his visor in confusion. Wasn't he going to catch what you have?

Even under your scrutiny, Doc continued to hold you. He shucked the gauntlet off of one hand and petted his bare palm soothingly over the crown of your head.

Despite the relative uselessness of the gesture, Doc's power armor and dry palm both felt comfortably cool against your feverish skin. The petting as well felt surprisingly good, and your eyelids drooped closed more and more with each stroke of his hand. “Mmmmmm...” You hummed in pleasure.

Doc chuckled at that. “See? You feel better already.” He smoothed the sweat-damp hair off of your forehead, and kissed your brow. “I'm sorry your team doesn't have very good bedside manners. Now that I'm here, we'll have you back to normal in no time.”

Doc's calm, even tone comforted you. But there was still something bothering you. “... Won't you... get sick, too?” You muttered.

“Hm?...” Doc paused as what you said registered. Then a moment later, his hand continued its gentle petting. “Oh, there's no need to worry. Now that the symptoms are showing, you shouldn't be contagious anymore. Assuming, of course, you even were to begin with.”

You hummed in dazed thoughtfulness. Was that actually true? It was always hard to tell with him.

Doc pressed another kiss to your brow, then rested his cheek against the crown of your head. He rocked you gently. “... You should come with me this time, when I leave... it feels like I only ever get to spend time with you when you get hurt, and that happens way too much for my comfort.”

“... My team...” You muttered.

“They're not very nice. They don't take care of you at all. They just left you in here with no food or water all day and all night.”

You hummed softly.

“And there's no way they'll let me stay for too long... think it over, ok? If you ever want to be around someone who actually watches out for you. The offer's always open.”

You didn't want to think about it right now. But the thought of getting to be held like this all the time was appealing. The rocking, actually, was putting you into this weird hyper-calm state where your thoughts flowed by as a distant stream.

“... We could have a vegetable garden...” Doc began softly, after a little while. “Grow all kinds of things... maybe Donut would want to stay with us, too. He grew up on a farm. He'll know how to grow any kind of plant we want. That'd be nice, wouldn't it? Just the three of us?”

Doc's voice was so calming. You felt yourself drifting off as if he were reading you a bedtime story.

“Grow our own food, so we don't have to rely on rations and junk food from the city all the time. Give you all sorts of healthy things to eat...”

Doc's voice was steadily growing farther away.

“Keep you from getting sick... from getting hurt... won't be people arguing and yelling around you all the time...”

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Quietly affectionate. Privately affectionate. Wash is the kind to take your hand and kiss your cheek when the both of you are alone. He’s got a little blush and small smile when he does it too- he’s cute.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He lets his dorkiness shine through a bit more as someone’s friend. It takes him a while, especially after the shit he’s been through, but he gets a little cheesier while allowing himself to relax. It’s a total tone shift from how he is during training or around the rest of the team. (He gets cuter when he gets dorkier let’s be real I could see a slow burn friends to lovers thing with him-)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He prefers being held. I think Wash likes to rest his head on your chest all things considered- he feels you breathe, he hears your heartbeat. Those are the most comforting noises he can hear when he wakes up from a cuddle nap or something.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Wash is impeccable at cleaning. Cooking… as long as he follows the recipe it shouldn’t be too bad? (He tried making pasta sauce from scratch once and it didn’t taste right. It didn’t smell right either.) As for settling down… Wash likes direction in his life. I think he might want to but it might take the right person? He likes to keep busy too.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He won’t blame you for it unless you seriously fucked up and that’s why he has to dump you. More than likely he sits you down and tells you why he thinks the relationship isn’t working and he doesn’t want to end things badly but he also can’t keep going with this.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

If he takes time to get to know you he takes longer to marry you. Wash has time for it. He makes time for it. (I like to think you guys do a quick military wedding with friends there. Carolina is his best wo-man.)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Ohhhh gentle Washington the man you are… he’s very upfront about emotions with you if the two of you are close enough. His tone of voice is always telling. But when you need gentleness… oh his voice gets soft. His touches are barely there unless you actively lean into it. Gooooddddddd. We need more gentle Wash. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Likes to be held (a certified little spoon let’s be honest. It’s either he’s little spoon or he hugs you from behind and swallows you up with it. Considering it’s a form of affection, Wash does it privately when it’s just the two of you. Moments are fleeting so he hugs you when he can before running off to do his Wash things. Maybe a lil smooch too before he goes-

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Wash says it the moment he realizes it with you. Could be months, could be over a year- but when he looks at you and feels like you’re a physical part of him he can’t do without, he will tell you straight up that he loves you. That he’s in love with you. Of course the worst moment is doing this during training and the trainees see it. There’s… the news spreads fast. Jesus Christ.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I don't think so? I mean.. He’s a Freelancer. Sure he feels like you can do better but he doesn’t get jealous over other people interacting with you. Wash is pretty loyal if you guys are down tight and by that point he knows you’re loyal too so why should he be worried???

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Depends on the mood. Depends on his mood. I think he likes making out more than he lets on so he settles for mouth kisses most of the time- I think those are his favorites. Wash drowns in them. He likes drowning in you. The shared breath and having you that close just… puts him at ease.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children?)

Awkward at first- so awkward. He doesn’t really know what to do so he might bring up something a kid likes and hopes that’ll get… something off the ground. My favorite headcanon is that he was really awkward with Theta until skateboarding was brought up and then they got along fine.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s up before you most days. It’s not a routine thing, it’s an insomnia thing believe me. You wake up to him watching you with this little soft smile on his face and he always gives you a good morning kiss before you both get up to get ready and grab coffee. Some mornings though he gets to sleep late- surprise him with coffee and stuff when that happens just don’t let him sleep half the day away he hates that.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It takes him a long time to fall asleep. He appreciates any efforts to try and stay up with him but he knows he doesn’t rest easy so you guys can do your thing of brushing your teeth together and stuff but he mostly just… likes looking at you sleeping until he gets tired tbh. ALTHOUGH- IF YOU WEAR HIS ASS OUT- gets shot

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He waits to get to know you before revealing things about himself, especially if it’s post Epsilon. Before that you could have gotten his legal name, his favorite flavor ice cream, stories about his cat Loki- but post Epsilon he clams up. He waits to see if he can trust you before sharing these things about himself. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not very easily angered, but not for the reason you think. Wash has a remarkable amount of patience yeah, but that anger builds. It bubbles and broils until the cap pops off. There might be little telltale signs like his voice getting strained or something but when his cork has popped it’s best to give him a little space to cool off.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Wash typically has a great memory. When it’s not being fucked with by external forces. So he remembers your anniversary, your birthday- he remembers what kinds of nuts you hate or which color you hate to wear because you think it doesn’t look good on you. He would remember the name of your first pet if you told it to him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Waking up with you. When it’s early that the sunrise is making the sky gray, he relaxes and you’re right there just sleeping beside him. It’s a little surreal, very peaceful, and he thinks that he wants every morning to be like this. He’d do whatever to make it happen. (This, or the two of you adopting a cat together.)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Wash.. god I love him but I feel like the closer he is to you emotionally the more protective he gets in a sense. If he’s in love with you? He tries to put himself on the chopping block more so you don’t get any sort of consequence. He’s just… really good like that. But it’s also really infuriating.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

When he has the means, he makes time and effort into your dates. But he is also a busy military man so most of the time he just.. Does what he can to make things special on special days. That means shutting off the radio for hours if need be so you guys don’t get interrupted.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Putting himself in harm’s way so you don’t get hurt. You hate it in all honesty even if he tries to pave the way with good intentions- but still. The point is to go home safe together, not drag him back in a body bag. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He didn’t care until Tucker pointed out the gray in his hair or you mentioned the dark circles under his eyes. He feels a bit self-conscious about it but ultimately it’s not things that can change easy so Wash just kind of spends a week coming to terms with it before he stops feeling weird about looking in a mirror.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If you’re near and dear to his heart he’ll notice it. Wash tries to be responsible about it but I feel like he’s the longing type personally- he doesn’t say it but he counts the seconds until he can be with you again. He might keep a little memento about you too to hold onto until then.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

If he marries you he doesn’t wear the ring on his finger. Oh no no no- it goes on a chain right around his neck so he doesn’t lose it. So you’re by his heart always. (You occupy his mind a fair bit so it’s only fair he has a bit of you by his heart.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I feel like he appreciates some compassion in his significant others so like… he wouldn’t want anyone comfortable with putting others in harm’s way. He doesn’t want someone who is callous or mean for their own pleasure. Biggest turn off to him for people ngl.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

"You need to relax."

"That's easy for you to say! You aren't the one- a-ahhh-"

The slide onto the length of him was met with a heady moan. Simmons was already twitching from nerves when you tugged up the oversized Star Trek shirt to pull off your panties. There had been a tremor when you suggested tonight activity.

Even if Simmons was new to physical intimacy he was just... so skittish. It could be his discomfort around women (which you both were working on slowly) but his nerves in regard to sex were the most damning thing. He'd barely lasted more than a few minutes the first time you spent the night in his bunk. His stamina was getting better but..

He moaned again as you rocked yourself down further, head tilting back. The long line of his pale throat was exposed and you were tempted to lean forward to sink your teeth there but decided against it as a wiggle of your hips helped the last couple of inches of sink in.

"Fuck." The exhale came roughly and Simmons was visibly holding himself back from grabbing you. You weren't much better; instead of groaning you just laughed, reaching to pull him close to kiss. The familiar taste of his mouth was welcome and the redhead relaxed into it. Making out always helped him not blow a figurative or literal gasket- but he tensed when you clenched on him. Then his hands were gripping at your thighs as he sighed through his nose.

You pulled back with a lick to your lips. The taste of his health smoothie was still on his tongue and now on yours as you smiled at him. "You doing okay honey?"

"You're- fuck, why are you always so tight?" The gripe wasn't intended to be mean. All it did was make you smile innocently as you rocked your hips a little and there it was; the moan on the border of being too loud. He always got noisy when you were on top of him like this. "I- I thought you said this was relaxing!"

"It can be! The point isn't to actually thrust. You just sit back and enjoy. If you still want to fuck me after you can but I want to do this so we can work on that self control of yours." When he exposed his neck again this time you didn't hold back. A lean in gave you access to kiss along his racing pulse point, nibbling that little area close to his ear that made the delicious length of him twitch inside you.

Simmons just needed to lay back and let you be in charge like this next time you both needed to let off steam, you decided. He was too pretty when he started blushing, sounded too good when his voice moaned your name loud enough you were sure the Blues could probably hear.

Maybe you were being a little sadistic when you gripped him by the back of his neck to whisper against his ear.

"You can hold it for me right? Be a good boy and just enjoy it."

The whine that followed made you grin as he struggled for a moment- but ultimately he just sucked in a deep breath before picking up the book he set aside when you came in. "Okay- okay! Fine! I can handle it."

"Good boy." You kissed his cheek and didn't miss the quiver of his thighs as you settled to lay on his chest comfortably.

....

You weren't sure how much time passed before you noticed how antsy he was getting.

He'd been stuck on the same page for the last ten minutes and the flush never really left his cheeks- Simmons had settled one arm around your waist but his fingers were tap tap tapping on your upper thigh where his hand rested now. When you bothered looking at his face you noticed that his singular pretty green was darting to you every so often.

"You doing okay?" You murmured, leaning in to nuzzle his neck. His entire frame stiffened under you when you did. The evil little smile on your face was so worth it as he tried clearing his throat.

"I'm fine." Liar. There was a barely there tremor to his voice as he flipped the page in his book. "Uh.. are you okay? Doing good I mean?"

"Peachy. Got my cute boyfriend nice and warm under me." The groan he let out wasn't even subtle. Simmons was a lot of things but good at hiding stuff wasn't one of them. "Do you want a break? I can pull off."

"No!" The suddenness made you jerk and he immediately got redder as a result, hands gripping onto your hips. "I-I mean no. No. I'm fine. It's great."

"You don't have to push yourself you know." hand on his cheek, a thumb rubbed under his cybernetic eye. "It's okay to need a break Dick. No one's gonna judge you for that the first time."

A tad bit of petulance colored the grumble he let out as he leaned into your hand. "I.. I know. I just want this to be good for you."

"It is good." You would be lying if it wasn't hot watching him squirm. Feeling him twitch. "If I didn't do this for a good reason I'd have ridden you stupid by now."

"You could not ride me stupid."

"Uh huh. Remind me how you were after the first time we fucked?"

Grumbling, Simmons reached for the book- but he paused and glanced at you again. You just beamed at him.

"You're sure? That you're okay?"

"Are you asking because you're at the end of your rope right now? I can move if you want."

"No." The tremble came back. "I can handle it."

You didn't believe him for a second.

Time to up the ante then.

A long exaggerated yawn left you- and there was the wide eyes as you leaned back, stretching your arms enough for the fabric of his shirt to outline your breasts underneath. The novel was entirely forgotten. His hands were branded to your hips as you smiled, rocking a little under the pretense of getting more comfortable. Except you didn't stop moving. You grinded down, angling to rub your clit against his pelvis in a way that had you moaning his name quietly.

As much fun as it was watching him squirm you didn't deny all of this had you ridiculously turned on. The grinding helped a little but if you kept it up you'd probably... just....

"Fuck!"

The yelp didn't come from you.

You watched as Simmons threw his head back, muscles jumping under his skin as he bucked his hips, fucking his already deeply seated cock as far in as it could go in this point. The real kicker was the throbbing you felt- it was all too familiar.

Simmons was- He had-

"Fuck fuck fuck-" The whining was loud as he kept jerking his hips, pressing you down while he emptied himself. Expletives were loud enough that there was a bang on the wall by his bed but you couldn't focus on that. Watching him unravel just from- you leaned in and bit over his throat, feeling the vibrations as Simmons just got noisier from the extra stimulus. "Oh my god-"

"That's right baby." You cooed it into the marks on his neck. Your hips were already rising and falling as you started working yourself to the edge as well. All he did was thrash under you minutely from the sensitivity. There was a gush of his spend coating your thighs and all that left you was a whine as you fucked yourself down faster, fingers finding your own clit. "Fuck- just like that honey- such a good boy for me-"