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nagipops · 3 years

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hii I love your blogs sooo much you're really talented (I just needed to say it sorry) so straight to the point, I already made 2 requests to you and I really enjoyed your writing so I would like to make another again. As I'm clueless about what to request I'll just ask for random hcs for konoha 11, idk if it's too much but if so then you can do with Neji (I love him so much), Kakashi and Naruto. Thank you in advance and sorry anything ^^

RANDOM KONOHA 11 HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, neji, rock lee, tenten, kiba, hinata, and shino

WARNINGS: mentions alcohol, drugs, food, bugs, and the tiniest nsfw mention if you get the joke. hehe

A/N: AHHHH ANONN this seriously made my day, im so so glad you enjoy my work!! 💖

NARUTO

you know how we all have “the chair”, where we throw all of our dirty clothes onto?

yeah, imagine that, but from the seat to the fricking ceiling

its just a GINORMOUS MOUND of clothes, you wonder how he even goes through that many clothes so quickly???

definitely shoves it under his bed whenever guests come over (somehow)

holds chopsticks really weirdly. but it works.

asked tenten to put his hair into space buns to mimic his sexy jutsu and went around flirting with the village

jiraiya was so proud of him T-T

comes up with the WORST pickup lines

they’re so bad, its almost charming. almost

has gone AWOL multiple times, disappearing from everywhere, just everywhere

it scared you a little, so you searched the entire village for him

you finally found him sitting on the ledge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast sea

concerned and panicked, you cried out to ask him what was wrong

he turned to you with a crestfallen, devastated look on his face and said,

“i bought shrimp ramen instead of chicken ramen.”

you’ve never searched for him after his disappearance ever again.

SAKURA

100% makes origami shurikens and chucks them at you

they are deathly precise and deathly sharp. seriously, how are these not illegal weapons yet???

writes threatening motivational notes to herself on the mirror

“u got this!” “make sure to smack naruto today!” “ino sucks!”

her backpack would always be way too high up on her back. idk why but. it would

does her hair all nice and pretty before she goes out but once she arrives to her destination SHE KEEP. TAKING. IT OUT. and redoing it over and over and over again

like it’s impossible to make eye contact with her because she’s holding a bobby pin between her teeth while braiding her hair

her guilty pleasure would be hostess treats

ding dongs are her favorite. don’t ask me how i know, i just know.

eats the yellow starbursts just to spite naruto and all her haters

loves small lap dogs, she think’s they’re so cute and cuddly

but she especially loves chihuahuas

they’re so feisty and naruto HATES them, so of course she had to go and get one for herself

dresses the poor dog up in little bonnets and jackets and ties its tiny fuzzy hairs into pigtails

she and the chihuahua are not that much unlike <3

SHIKAMARU

this man is a god at shogi but he absolutely SUCKSSSS at cup pong.

is this an ick? idk. but he is absolute trash at this game.

it gets even worse when he’s got a couple drinks in him

tries to calculate the velocity and acceleration and angle and shit but his shot is always a good two feet off BYE 😭

just mutters an “aw, shit” before awaiting his turn again

hates checkers, loves chess

“checkers is for WUSSIES” - shikamaru nara

i said this in another post, but he is Very Good at whistling

like that’s his hidden talent

can copy any tune with the perfect pitch and rhythm

speaking of, he can do really cool tricks with his tongue

like making a four leaf clover, touching the bridge of his nose with it, flipping it upside down, you name it

he has slanted, scrawled handwriting, to the point where it’s almost illegible

wbk he cheats in school SO OFTEN. but he never gets caught. he’s not stupid, he just couldn’t care less about his classes.

thinks weed and e-cigs are stupid, cigarettes are where it’s at

you just can’t replicate the feeling of taking a drag from a cig after a long, tiring day

plus he looks hella cool while doing it B)

INO

teaches the boyz™️ how to braid their hair

like they all gather in a circle around this feisty fashionista and fail attempt to braid their hair

sakura was just fuming in the sidelines

“OI, INO-PIG, THAT’S A DUTCH BRAID, NOT A FRENCH BRAID!!”

yeah, ino 🙄

the only one that can actually do it is neji because a) this man is talented af and b) he’s got the long hairrr

ino probably envies his thick, sleek hair because hE’S a bOy

also asks everyone for their blood type and zodiac signs and tells them if they’re compatible with her or not

and definitely judges you for your sign 😣

“oh, you’re a gemini? hmm, what a shame...”

makes bouquets for her favorite people and kin assigns everyone a flower

only assigns the pretty nice ones to the people she likes (sorry sakura, you’re out of luck)

one of her favorite hobbies is crafting! she’s really good with details and small things so she loves making those miniature dollhouses and stuff

also really good at watercoloring. especially painting flowers and landscapes

also i feel like she would be really good at playing any instrument because of her skilled hands

can play a badass flute solo. period.

CHOJI

would honestly rather die than get anywhere NEAR an asparagus

he just thinks they’re so gross and bitter and NOT SALTY

he always eats his yakiniku a little bit undercooked because he’s way too impatient to wait for it to cook fully. who do you think he is??

whenever he cloud gazes with shikamaru, when asked what he thinks a cloud looks like, he just says some sort of food

“oi, choji, what does that one look like to you?”

“a... yakiniku grill... with... pineapple rings on it! ooh, and a wagyu steak right there!”

he thinks pringles are an abomination to society. where’s the crisp? where’s the grease? where’s the saltiness?!!!

asks ino to teach him how to do his hair all fancy and the two of them devote an entire day learning different hairstyles

it’s his new favorite thing to do now :D

he really likes crayons!!!!

like he’ll write with them, draw with them, color with them, do everything with them

he’s even tried to eat them. he said they tasted good.

definitely had the 128 crayon pack WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER, and everyone thought he was the coolest kid in town

he ate it UP, he even scored some bbq dates with the ladies

i also feel like he loves basketball, and he has a MEAN slam dunk

like his vertical isn’t that high, but the man can REACH

he loves when people laugh at him when he challenges them to a 1v1 and then proceeds to absolutely destroy them <3

NEJI

he seems like a cucumber kind of guy.

just cucumber

like i feel like he puts it in everything; soba, salads, sandwiches, his face, yeah

it’s mellow and cool, just like him!

speaking of, i feel like he lives for spa days and facials

it just lets him be alone in his little cucumber scented world for an hour or two and he gets damn clear skin from it as well

seriously he has PERFECT skin. flawless. not a single blemish. his cheeks feel like baby butts they’re so smooth.

i feel like he’d be a god at solving rubik’s cubes, don’t ask me why

like if anyone scrambled theirs on accident they would just take it to neji and he’d solve it in the blink of an eye

CAT PERSON!!! loves the little meow meows

who are we kidding, neji basically is a cat; agile, aloof, does silly things without trying to, very cute

he just feels akin to the little fuzzballs and he thinks petting cats are extremely therapeutic. good for the soul

he is a golf man. he would take his juniors golfing and everyone thinks he’s uncool. cmon neji let them go to the skate park at least T-T

also very good at karaoke, definitely surprised everyone once he got a few drinks in him since he started serenading you

LIGHTWEIGHT!!! do not get more than one shot of alcohol in him. he will go berserk.

i also feel like he’d really love photography; not taking pictures of people, but of nature

he loves taking a quiet stroll through a pretty forest and snapping pictures of all the unique flora and fauna

it’s so serene ︶ ‿ ︶

ROCK LEE

100% milly rocks everywhere

gai got in on it too once he asked what lee was doing

“is that what all the youthful cool kids do these days!”

they also dab together. a lot

DO NOT BE SEEN WITH THESE TWO!!! you are not associated with them.

definitely is the one breakdancing in the middle of the dance circle at a high school party

he’s mad skilled at it too

headspins and windmills galore

challenged naruto to a dance-off and completely OBLITERATED him

lee then asked if naruto wanted a rematch, this time with one hand tied behind lee’s back

naruto obliged, and he STILL lost

RIP naruto and his fangirls, they all scrambled to lee afterwards T-T

i feel like his favorite subject is science

not the boring physics equations and laws and theories but the fun EXPERIMENTS

definitely has singed all of his hair off one time and he went to gai blubbering to help him grow back his precious hair

but he loves experimenting with different combinations and chemicals to get different reactions each time

created a potent love potion and carried it around with him all day one day

and it was actually working

girls were flocking to him left and right, staring at his lips and his face

he was so abashed at the sudden attention

heck, it even worked on sakura

“oi, lee-san!”

“hehe, yes, sakura-san?”

her eyes shifted downwards to his lips and his heart thumped harder

“hey... lee-san?”

“what is it?”

“you have something on your lip. we’ve been trying to tell you all day but you just winked and blew kisses at us.”

legend has it lee has still not recovered to this day.

TENTEN

has THE prettiest handwriting. and she can write SUPER fast

it’s like a superpower

like she transcribed five pages of a report in less than two minutes with perfect handwriting

naruto is so jealous.

she is also super good at origami! those diligent, accurate hands aren’t just for throwing things

taught sakura how to make shurikens but does NOT endorse any violent uses of them

she can replicate all of her weapons with paper and they can actually function, it’s so cool

made paper kunai knives one day and the wholeee village wanted to get their hands on them

i feel like she’d listen to mitski. idk i just get those vibes

LOVES BIG DOGS!! especially fluffy wuffy samoyeds

like man’s best friend?? no, GIRL’S BEST FRIEND!!

hugs and cuddles and squishes all the big dogs

she thinks small dogs are spawns of satan

sakura and her have definitely quarreled over this

but at the end of the day, all dogs are adorable fur babies, so she lets it slide :,)

KIBA

kiba always looks SO GOOD in photos you take of him, candid or not

like you could just whip out a camera and snap a photo of him at any given moment and he would look perfect

you framed a picture of him yelling at akamaru for peeing inside the house

it’s pure artwork

i feel like he tries to swagger around with his hands shoved in his pockets but it fails MISERABLY and the girls are wondering if he broke his leg or something 😭

kiba just walk normally. for the love of god please just walk normally.

he tries to slump back in his chair really low but one time he slouched way too low so he slipped off of his chair and onto the ground LMFAOOOO

he just wallowed there... in shame...

also.. he LOVES when the girls put makeup on him!!

he tries to act like he hates it. but it secretly gives him so much confidence

not to mention the girls hyping him up are a huge ego boost

okay the inside of his jacket hood is the warmest. thing. EVER!!!

seriously, no wonder this dude is so happy-go-lucky all the time, he’s living in literal heaven 24/7

it’s like you’re sleeping on a cloud inside a warm, cozy bed during a cold winter morning

10/10 would recommend letting him give you his sweatshirt when you’re chillin with a hair tie ❤️

HINATA

always smells like lavender soap. always

also has the cutest pencil pouches with little puppy faces and kawaii things

oH and she has those mini yoobi highlighters, she thinks they’re so cute (and functional!)

everyone flocks to her to try them out and marvel at the cute tiny highlighters

and they try to steal them from her but she doesn’t even stop them because she’s too timid to 😭

naruto goes BALLISTIC over them

she lets him have all of them <3

tennis girl!!! tennis girl.

all of her opponents always underestimate her because she’s so timid and shy and quiet

but she has a KILLER serve

and then she takes her opponents to the slaughterhouse with a complete shutout ;)

she’s really athletic believe it or not, she can beat most of the boys in a mile run and she has incredible endurance

i feel like she really loves velvet scrunchies

she just thinks they’re so pretty and they keep her hair soft so they’re cute and functional

also takes the PRETTIEST notes!!

color codes, dividers, headers, you name it, it’s all super readable too its insane

everyone asks her for her notes, not to study but just to appreciate the pure artwork that it is ^w^

SHINO

shino is SO easy to prank

“how do you catch an eyemaster?” *cue naruto and kiba snickering*

“eyemaster bait. that is because—”

even when everyone’s laughing their asses off, he still continues to explain his answer since he does NOT GET THE JOKE

tried his hand at writing haikus

here’s his best one so far:

“Bugs are amazing. That is because they are bugs. Bugs are very nice.” - Shino Aburame

VERY proud of it, since it took him weeks to perfect

praise it, pls

had one of those ant farms and bug-catching kits as a kid

and he would fill the kit TO THE BRIM. LIKE IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY BUGS.

he loves the little chitters of the different bugs

he had jars of different bugs all lined up on a wall shelf in his room

collects silkworms off of trees and sticks them into his pockets (no i definitely did not do this as a kid...)

HELP I FEEL LIKE he would record a timelapse of his ant farm growing and upload it to youtube with a movie maker title screen that says

“my ants”

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owls-spice-cabinet · 3 years

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Pretty Bird

I wrote this for a fwend and I finally have a spice cabinet to house it. Ooh gotta do all the headings to be polite :)

Pairing: Jesse x afab reader (but no use of she/her pronouns)

Rating: R. like a pirate

Words: 5400 hahaha wow 😬

Warnings: say it with your chest buddy thigh-riding; lil exhibitionist idk I like that with Jess; some light bondage; p in v explicit unprotected (put your johnnies on, johnnies--or... jillies... you get the idea)

No one had told you the 501st was back on Coruscant--not that you had particularly expected anyone to do so, but it certainly would have made you look less like a started tooka when an all too familiar voice caught you on your way to work that morning.

“Hey, pretty bird!”

You whirled around, the shock on your face melting into mock severity, as you prepared some retort about scaring a person like that. But all that came out was, “Jesse--” before you registered what was different about him.

Jesse grinned as he approached. “What do you think?” he asked, stopping a couple feet away and turning in a slow circle to show off his new armor--new ARC armor, to be exact.

You smiled. “They finally found pauldrons big enough to match your self-image, wow. Impressive.”

He squawked, putting a hand to his chest. “You and Kix are ganging up on me now, huh? Starting to regret introducing you two.” You had discovered you shared a certain… antagonistic sense of humor with the medic. Apparently, he’d had similar things to say about Jesse’s new look. “But, really, how does it look?”

“Not good enough to make me late for work,” you replied, taking a step towards your speeder.

“Oh, come on,” he groaned, following you and placing his helmet on the back of the speeder. “I got up early on my first day off, can I have a proper hello before you go?”

It was awfully hard to say no to that face, his deep brown eyes, his dark lashes, his downturned lips. You sighed, “Alright, let’s see how well these are attached.” Reaching up, your fingers curled around the front strap of his pauldrons to pull him down to your level.

It had been a while since you’d seen each other--not longer than normal, but it always felt too long. From the way Jesse leaned into you, one hand rising to cradle the back of your head, it had been too long for him as well. You swayed against his body, reaching up to his face and feeling his stubble scritch your palms. It was a sensation you acutely associated with Jesse, and with safety and love and genuine happiness, and stars, you needed some air before you passed out.

You broke away with a gasp, already feeling flushed.

“I missed you,” he smiled down at you.

You smiled back before letting your head fall against his chestplate. It wasn’t as comfortable as it used to be, with the pauldrons’ strap sitting right at your temples. But it was Jesse. “Me too.”

“Do you really have to go to work today?” he asked, dropping a kiss to the top of your head.

“We’ll make up for it later,” you mumbled against his chest, because you really did not want to leave his embrace.

“You could call in si-ick,” he suggested, drawing out the last word in sing-song.

He wishes. You mimicked his sing-song. “I already di-id, three times this mo-onth, because I actually wa-as.”

He pushed you away from him, despite your nonverbal protests, concern evident in the scrunch of his brows--god, he could be adorable sometimes. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yeah, I’m fine. It was just a bad cold, like, two weeks ago. I’m fine,” you assured him. “But I do need to go into work.”

Jesse studied you, probably making sure you were actually telling the truth. Man, you hide one injury from someone… He leaned over to kiss your forehead. “Okay.” After a pause, he asked, “You’re sure work can’t wait… five or ten minutes?” You arched an eyebrow at him, an expression he returned with a distinct suggestive quirk. “You know what I can do in ten minutes…”

You roll your eyes, trying to stave off the memories crowding in, reminding you exactly what he could do in ten minutes. Oh, you had missed his attention. For months, all you’d had were the old standbys of your single days: toys and imagination. But nothing compared to having Jesse there, having his mouth against yours, his hands trailing lower and lower down your sides, his voice pouring into your ear.

Already feeling your core start to throb from want, you shrugged at him, still trying to contain your thoughts. “I guess there’s an accident on my way into work today. Might have to be ten minutes late.” A triumphant grin started spreading across Jesse’s face as he stepped towards you, but you held up a hand. “But,” you said, “you’re not allowed to make a mess. Save that for later.”

His expression turned pensive for a moment, his eyes briefly flicking to something over your shoulder, then he nodded. “Don’t worry. I won’t even use my hands.”

“Oh, really?” You backed up as he approached, suddenly noticing ARC training had left him a bit broader in several dimensions. And he’d been pretty damn broad before. Fuck. Yeah, you could make ten minutes here, and whatever happened at work happened.

“Is that a challenge?” His voice dropped, just the way he knew you liked it. Your back hit the wall behind you.

“Maybe it is,” you smiled, reading delicious lust in his dark eyes. “You up for it, ARC?”

He hummed, lifting your chin with two fingers and kissing you, nice and slow. Your jaw dropped without prompting, his tongue slipping in your mouth and sending another wave of arousal coursing through your body. “You know, I missed the way you run your mouth,” he breathed. Before you could answer, one of his armored thighs pressed between your legs, drawing a moan of pleasure from your lips instead. Jesse grinned wolfishly, shifting the angle of his leg and watching your face react as he did so. “But I think I like those noises better.”

“Jesse--fuck,” you gasped, your hands reaching to find handholds on his person. The new pauldrons were good for that, at least. He ducked his head, pressing hot kisses to your exposed neck. “You better not leave any marks--” The phrase cut off in a whimper as the ridge down the middle of his cuisse rocked against your clit.

Jesse’s chuckle sent puffs of breath against your neck. “Don’t worry, darlin’, I will leave you perfectly presentable.” He flexed his leg, watching with unmasked delight as he noted which movements got the most reaction. “At least from the waist up,” he added with an infuriating smirk.

You groaned, tightening your grip on the neck hole of his chestplate as he continued to grind his thigh against the wet heat between your legs. Maker, you had missed this. You weren’t looking forward to a full day of work between you and more of it, and you already knew today would not be your most efficient day on the books. But those were problems for future you. Now you had a drop-dead gorgeous, massive fucking ARC trooper sending sparks through you, your brain totally shorted to the point where you didn’t even care you were in your building’s parking deck, where any hapless passerby going to their speeder could hear you. Your neighbors would hear you later tonight anyway.

Jesse’s mouth was at your jawline now, leaving open-mouthed kisses from your ear all the way along, his soft lips contrasted by the prick of his stubble against your skin. You turned your head to meet those lips, sighing though your nose as his tongue swiped around your mouth. A whine came from the back of your throat when his cuisse found just the perfect angle, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips to chase the motion of his leg.

“Like that?” Jesse asked, kissing the corner of your mouth. Oh, he sounded pleased with himself, the bastard.

“Yes, fuck, keep going,” you panted, moving one hand to the back of his head to keep him close. You could feel the heat growing low in your abdomen with each motion, and you pressed your lips together to stifle the gasps that wanted to escape.

Jesse clicked his tongue. “Ah ah, pretty birds have to sing.”

You gave a frustrated cry. “Jess, we’re outside!”

His answer should not have been surprising. You’d been with him long enough to know what he liked. “No song, no finish,” he teased. To prove the threat was real, he stopped moving.

A shrill grunt of frustration tore from your lips as you put your head back against the wall. You needed that buzz back, you’d been close. “No, no, no, I’ll do it,” you pleaded, clawing at his pauldrons. “Please, Jesse, keep going, please.”

His impossibly smug expression only sharpened your frustration, but he obliged, rocking his leg forward against you again. This time, you made no efforts to dampen the string of moans and curses flowing from your lips as he did so. Jesse leaned forward, humming his appreciation as he nipped at your earlobe and jaw. “Music to my ears, darlin’.”

“I’m almost--” A gasp stole your words. “Don’t stop, fuck, please don’t stop,” you begged, clinging to him.

“Go ahead,” he urged softly, his motion never ceasing. “I want you nice and soaked so you’re thinking about me all day--” Like you wouldn’t have been anyway, stars above-- “and when you get back, I can stick you on my cock and get you really gushing.”

That was the push you needed, apparently. A thunderbolt sensation shot through you, curling your toes and turning your vision hazy. You barely registered the noises tumbling out of your mouth--you couldn’t even tell if they were words or not--as your walls clenched around nothing and your juices dripped into already soaking undergarments. Oh yeah. All day. Thinking. Whatever he’d said.

When your senses fully refocused, you breathed, “Fucking hell, I missed that,” before using the strap of Jesse’s pauldrons to pull his mouth to yours again.

He removed his thigh from between yours while you kissed him, his hands moving to cup your face. He really could make you feel precious sometimes. You were still getting used to that, truthfully.

“So, I’ll see you back here… when?” he asked afterwards, gazing into your face.

“I get back around five-thirty,” you told him, still breathless. “But I’ll need dinner.”

“I can pick up take-out? There’s the noodle bar a couple streets over you really like.”

Stars, a day you didn’t have to make dinner and got your brains fucked out? Yes, please. “Sounds perfect.”

“Remind me again how you talked me into this?” Jesse asked, his head turned to watch you fasten the loop of 501st blue fabric around his wrist to the highest bar of the bedframe’s corner.

“Having second thoughts?” you replied, pausing.

“No. Just… maybe a little surprised how much I trust you.”

“Well thank you,” you said, finishing your task and climbing onto the bed with him. “For trusting me.” You leaned down to kiss him, then added, “And this may or may not be payback for distracting me at work today.”

“I was wondering when that would come back to bite me.”

You couldn’t resist a wide grin at his particular choice of words. Sitting back on your heels, you surveyed your work. Both of you were stripped to your underwear. Jesse lay on his back, both arms outstretched perpendicular to his body, leaving his legs free. And now you could fully appreciate the wonder that was the result of ARC training. Of course, you knew the extra muscle mass had its practical applications on the battlefield, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t nice to look at. You put two fingers in the dip of Jesse’s collarbone, dragging them slowly down the center of his chest, between his pectorals. You bit your lip, spreading your whole hand over the right side of his chest.

“Like what you see?”

“Always. At least this stupid war is using Republic credit for something decent.”

Jesse chuckled, flexing his arms against the restraints, because fuck him and his beautiful biceps. “Please, don’t tell me you’re gonna be decent to me after tying me up.”

“Maker no,” you smiled. “Not after what you did this morning.” You moved your hand to continue your exploration down his torso, running over the smooth expanse of his abdomen, then swiping your fingertips through the small hairs that ran from around his navel to disappear under the waistband of his briefs.

“I’m gonna fall asleep if you’re too slow about it,” he warned, not at all serious. If there was one thing Jesse would always be awake for, it was sex.

You rolled your eyes, leaning down to kiss him again, but leaving your left hand hovering near his navel. “Somehow I doubt it,” you said, illustrating your point by reaching your left hand just a bit further to palm his length through his underwear. Even in your bedroom’s low light, you saw his face flush a shade darker, and you felt his abdominal muscles clench under your arm.

“You have my attention.”

“Thought that might perk you up.”

“Oh, I’m not all perked up yet, darlin’,” he smirked. Lowering your head, you started kissing a line from his Adam’s apple down his neck to his clavicle, occasionally letting your teeth graze his skin. At the same time, you slipped your fingers under his waistband, moving them lower and lower until they brushed the base of his rapidly stiffening cock. “But that’s definitely getting it there,” he said, his voice rumbling against your mouth.

Allowing yourself a smug grin, one he had been so proudly wearing this morning, you withdrew entirely, sitting up. You reached around to unclip your bra, thoroughly enjoying the look of barely concealed longing on Jesse’s face as he had to watch what was usually one of his favorite things to do. “What?” you asked, feigning ignorance. Stripping off the garment and tossing it away, you moved to straddle his waist, putting your hands by his shoulders to make sure your chest was directly in his line of sight. “Something you need, Jess?”

The realization of what exactly the restraints were taking away from him was finally sinking in, it looked like. His wrists flexed, tugging at the fabric while his eyes flicked between your face and your breasts. But he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t touch unless you let him. “Oh… fuck.”

“Yep,” you nodded, shifting your weight to one arm so you could trace his tattoo with a finger. “You’re gonna have to be a good boy for me. You can do that, right?”

Jesse blinked, brown eyes blown wide and dark from desire. He nodded, licking his lips. “Yeah, I can do that.”

You gave him a light kiss on the mouth, one he chased until you pulled too far away to reach. “We can do what you want next round, okay?” you promised. He just nodded again.

You would admit, the control you had right now was… hot. Watching him realize he was largely under your control had gone straight South--probably for you both, although you hadn’t checked behind you on his progress. Your underwear was damp for the second time that day, and the aching heat there was demanding attention. You moved off him to one side, shuffling on your knees to his hips, putting a hand over the noticeably larger tent in his briefs.

Running your fingers along the hard length underneath earned a strained grunt, and his hips twitched towards your hand. “Off?”

“Dammit, off, yes!” Yeah, you could get used to a little desperation from him.

He lifted his hips slightly so you could finally strip him bare. And as much as you wanted to strip down as well and plant yourself on that beautiful cock of his, you held off. You wanted to drag this out just a bit longer. Placing one hand on the middle of his thigh, you slowly dragged it up towards his hip, digging your fingertips into the inside of his leg, and oh, it made him squirm.

“Okay, you’ve made your point, love,” Jesse said, raising his head as high as the restraints would allow to watch your hand carefully skirt around where he needed it most. “Oh, come on,” he groaned, falling back on the pillows. “Please?”

“Please what?” you asked, a wicked smile on your face.

He growled at the back of his throat, tugging at the fabric around his wrists. “Please, just fucking touch me, please.” You watched the desperation, plain on his face, then took your hand away entirely, crawling back up to sit by his chest. “Wait--no no no no, I was good!” he pleaded, pulling his head and shoulders off the pillows again. “I was good, I was good, darlin’, I was good--”

His protestations turned into a moan when you leaned over to kiss him, finally wriggling out of your underwear as you did. Pulling back, you held up the garment so he could see the wet spot you’d left there. “You’re right, you were good for me,” you said, letting it drop to the floor. “Bet you wish you wish you had your hands,” you went on, thoroughly enjoying the overt need written all over his pretty face, “so you could stick your fingers in me and see just how good you were.”

Jesse groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “If I had known you were gonna fucking torture me,” he grated, “I would’ve gone to 79s with the rest of the boys instead.”

You snorted. “Yeah, right.” Rising to your knees again, you moved back to kneel over his hips. “Eyes on me, handsome.” He obliged, raising his head to watch your hand skim down your bare stomach and slip between your legs, two fingers parting your sopping folds easily. You hummed in pleasure, making absolutely certain he knew what he was missing as you soaked your fingers in your slick.

He whined your name, the cords of muscle in his arms and chest bulging as he struggled. Like you needed to be any more turned on…. Reaching down, you finally wrapped your fingers around his cock, just below the head, moving it to spread the wetness on your hand down his length and drawing a string of curses and praise from his lips. Keeping your hand on him, you scooched forward so you could line your entrance up against his tip, then began lowering yourself onto him.

Your mind never truly forgot what he felt like, despite the months you could go without seeing him. But your body… was a different story. You gasped a moan, relishing just how big he felt, how your walls stuttered to keep up as you slowly pushed him deeper into you. “Jess,” you panted, putting your hands on his chest to keep your balance. “Oh, fuck, Jesse--” Another moan cut you off.

“Maker, fuck--” he grunted, pressing his head back into the pillows as his cock sank fully into you. “My pretty bird’s so tight, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “You feel so good,” you breathed, rolling your hips against him as you adjusted to his size.

“Glad I could come back to stretch you out again,” he said with a smirk that was soon lost to bliss when you lifted up and let gravity help you slide back down along his shaft. The drag against your walls was entrancing, and you found yourself chasing the sensation, bobbing up and down, grinding your clit down on him with each descent.

“Maker--Jess, you’re beautiful,” you told him, the words escaping before you were really aware of them.

He gave a short, breathy laugh. You weren’t usually the one pouring on praise. But when he asked, “Am I?” it was genuine.

You’d met some of his brothers in the 501st, and yeah, they all looked alike but… Jesse was the only one you could ever call beautiful. Something about the way his eyes lit up talking to you, or when he laughed at his own stupid jokes… who knew what exactly it was. And here he was, laid out under you, the inked lines on his face distorting as his face scrunched up in pleasure, his lips parted as he panted your name, his fingers wrapped in a white-knuckled grip around the ties he’d let you put on him. “Yes, of course,” you said, pushing yourself down on him, hard. “Always beautiful.”

A particular smile appeared on his face, not as often seen, but you’d seen it a few times. It told you in no uncertain terms that there was nowhere he would rather be in that moment than right where he was. And if he was beautiful before, he was fucking perfect now.

Taking in a sight like that, it wasn’t surprising when you recognized a blooming heat spreading through your abdomen. You let your head fall back as a low groan left your lips. “Getting--dammit, I’m close,” you managed, your breaths coming fast and ragged, your thighs starting to burn from the incessant motion.

“Right there with you,” Jesse answered, not as out of breath, of course, but you looked down at him, cocking your head to one side.

“That was fast.” You beat him to the top more often than not.

He gave a breathy laugh. “I think all that torture you put me through got me a head start.” It was true he rarely received the brunt of the foreplay between you two. Not like tonight anyway.

But it made you smile. “In that case,” you said, coming to rest--as much as you didn’t want to--and tucking strands of hair away from your face, “maybe you should be doing some work about now.” Leaning forward, you braced your hands on his broad shoulders, lifting your back end a little to give him some room to move.

“Should I?” he smiled back. After a second or two to realign his body, his hips rolled up into you, the different angle allowing his cock to reach new territory. You gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as his pace slowly increased. “There’s my pretty--fuck--pretty bird,” he praised, his composure slipping, gradually. “Riding my cock so--so well.”

Small wonder: you were sloppy wet, gushing, like he’d promised this morning, and his length slid in and out completely without resistance. You whined, teetering on the edge of coherency. You couldn’t tell what pushed you, but you finally fell, a wordless cry dropping from your mouth as sweet bliss enveloped you and your body spasmed around him. Jesse laughed, his thrusts coming faster as he sought his own release, straining at the ties that kept him from grabbing your hips and slamming you onto his cock. He finally spilled into you with a jerk of his hips and a satisfied grunt, his head falling back onto the pillows as your sporadic aftershocks twitched around him, your name once again on his lips. After months without him, you couldn’t help the moan that came when you felt him come undone inside you.

“How’s that for being good, darlin’?” he panted, grinning up at you.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Cheeky bastard,” you said, shaking your head and leaning down to kiss him.

He hummed against your mouth, clearly pleased to have earned such a remark, and apparently looking to earn more. When you sat up and lifted yourself off of him to free his hands, he gave a quiet gasp. “No…. The cruelty of your absence.”

You met his grin with a deadpan look, tugging the blue fabric away from his wrist. “You’re such a fucking drama queen, Jess,” you remarked, letting him roll over to free his other hand.

He laughed, sitting up to lean against the back wall, sticking a pillow between his bare skin and the low headboard. You moved to settle next to him, facing him with your legs tucked under you. “Comes with the battalion, I’m afraid,” he smiled, pulling you against his side, his hands eagerly making up for what they’d missed.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” you replied, hooking an arm around his neck then pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Are we keeping the ties, though?”

He paused in leaving a line of kisses along your closest shoulder. “Oh, hell yeah, those are fun.”

Tilting your head to expose your neck to him, you reminded him, “You called it torture.”

The breath of his quiet laugh tickled the fine hairs under your jaw. “And?” he murmured, grazing his teeth over your skin. “I liked it.” One of his hands slid around your body and down, groping at your ass, sighing his appreciation against your skin as his mouth continued to suck small red spots onto your shoulders and neck.

Pressing your forehead against his shoulder, you groaned quietly, knowing you weren’t satisfied, knowing that, as much fun as teasing him had been, you still wanted him to take you apart on his cock. You squirmed a bit when you felt a dribble of cum leak out of you onto your leg. You wanted more--needed more. Reaching out, you found he was already half-hard again and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, squeezing gently.

Jesse sucked in a sharp breath right by your ear, his hand on your ass tightening from the sudden stimulation. “Whoa-kay, impatient, are we?”

“Maybe.”

“Is your pussy weeping for my cock already, pretty bird?” Your face was still smushed into his shoulder, but you tugged lightly, smiling to yourself at the noise he made. But then his free hand--not occupied in grabbing your rear--went to your hair and pulled your head back to look at him. “I will take that as a yes,” he said. “Let go.” When all you did was smile impudently back, he tightened his grip on your hair. “You said this round is whatever I want, darlin’. I said let go.”

With a roll of your eyes, you slid your hand all the way up and off his shaft, watching him struggle to keep a semblance of his stern face as you did so. “Fine.”

“You are earning what I’m gonna do to you.”

“That was sort of the point, yeah.”

“Figured as much,” he said, pulling your face to his, smashing your lips together in an almost bruising kiss that knocked the air from you.

Like he sensed your need for breath, he pulled away just enough to let you gasp in before pressing in again, moving the hand in your hair to wrap around your shoulders to keep you close. His other hand moved from your ass to your thigh, massaging it, sweeping his thumb closer and closer down the inside of your leg, but when you tried to move your hips to him, he pressed you down firmly, a small growl at the back of his throat. You whined against his lips, and he finally broke away, letting you recollect your scattered wits.

“Get up,” he said, patting your thigh. “On your knees for me.” You did so without protesting, the need to have him in you again overriding whatever snark you would have thrown at him. When you got to your knees, you felt more slick and cum drip out of you and start sliding down your thigh. Whether Jesse noticed it or not as he got to his knees behind you was unclear, but either way, he wrapped his left arm around your waist, holding you against him, and his other dove straight between your legs. Your mouth fell open as your head fell back against his shoulder, a low moan escaping as his fingers pushed aside your swollen folds to stroke along your core, everything already slick from your combined releases. “I told you I’d get you gushing for me,” he said, his voice low in your ear.

“Please, Jess--ah!” Your plight ended in a strangled moan when his two fingers pressed into you, slipping inside so so easily.

Jesse’s moan reverberated through his chest against your back as he began pumping his fingers in and out, his other hand rising to your nipple, rolling it hard between his thumb and fingers. “You said whatever I want, pretty bird,” he breathed, grazing your clit with his thumb. “And maybe I want you cumming all over my fingers so I can watch you lick them clean? Haven’t used that sassy mouth of yours yet.”

His fingers curled inside you, hitting a spot that made you whimper. “What-whatever you want,” you panted, scrambling to find handholds on his arms or shoulders. “Please, I just--I want--I want you in, please.” You could feel how hard he was behind you: he couldn’t keep the taunts up forever.

He kissed your shoulder, his fingers still gliding in and out of your heat, brushing your clit just often enough to make it maddening. “Well, it’s hard to say no when we want the same thing, hm?” He withdrew his hand, making you moan in the absence of something in you. “Lean forward, put your hands up there,” he told you, pressing you forward with his body and tapping the top of the headboard. “Now open,” and he stuck his glistening fingers in your mouth. You were so focused on your tongue lapping them clean, you didn’t notice the rest of his body moving until his tip nosed at your aching entrance and you groaned around the digits in your mouth. He took them out. “Don’t worry, I want to hear this,” he said--and you heard the smile on his face. You cried out wordlessly mostly in shock as he sheathed himself in one thrust, your stretched and soaking hole giving little to no resistance.

“Fuck, Jesse,” you rasped, clinging to the headboard.

“Yeah, that,” he agreed, sounding more strained than before. “Maker, you took that… fuck me, I might get used to going second,” he went on, giving a couple experimental thrusts as if to check you really were that wet for him. You were. His pace quickly increased and he held your hips in matching vice-like grips as his cock slammed into you.

You lost track utterly of what was coming out of your mouth, only really aware of the rhythmic drag and prod of Jesse’s cock against your insides and how good it felt. You couldn’t really register what he was saying either, except to know it was praise, praise for how good you were, how tight, how beautiful, and on and on. Your breathing grew ragged as your heart strived to keep up with the blood thrumming through your body as the pleasure built and built.

When your belly finally went aflame, you nearly screamed when you realized you couldn’t find enough touch to set it blazing. “Jess! Fuck, Jess, Jess--”

“Close?” he panted. He leaned forward, bracing one hand on the headboard next to yours, and the other moving to rub circles across your clit, tugging you closer and closer to the peak.

When your climax finally crashed over you, it tore a guttural cry from your throat as your world faded to nothing for an unknowable stretch of time, your nerves alight, and your muscles clenching hard around him. As the world came back into focus, Jesse’s finger was still pressing gently on that little bud of nerves, easing you off your high, but the rhythm of his thrusts was stuttering a little, and the hand gripping the headboard in front of you was blanched white around the knuckles.

“Jess, go ahead,” you rasped, your voice raw from crying out just before.

His moved his other hand to the headboard, now caging you entirely with his body as his cock continued to piston into you. “Want me--mm--me to fill--fill you up again?” he managed.

Did you ever… “Whatever you want, remember?” you reminded him shakily.

He remembered, alright, his hips snapping against your rear with a gruff shout. He let his chin rest on your shoulder as he spurted inside you, his stubble biting into your skin. “Feel that, darlin’?”

“Yes, fuck, I can feel it,” you breathed, letting your head hang and your eyes flutter closed. You could feel the heat of him spilling into you, and the pulse of his shaft against your walls as it pumped you full a second time. Yeah, you could feel it. And it felt wonderful.

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