Description Of My Preferences In A Partner Thank You

Description of my preferences in a partner thank you

Sebastian NSFW Headcanons

I cannot love just one bachelor from Stardew Valley, no sir. I may do this for a few others like Sam, Harvey and maybe Shane but idk. We’ll see. Anyway, reader is not gendered per usual. Nsfw under the cut💕

Total virgin. I’m glad this is something Stardew fans have just decided is canon. Anyway. If you yourself are a virgin as well he’ll feel a bit more at ease- yet also a bit worried. If you’re giving him your v card (which he could get off on just the idea of), he wants to give you a good time. But on the other hand… he has no real experience either. Sure, he’s watched his fair share of porn but none of that is like, real. He’s gonna do his absolute best to give you the best time he’s capable of. But if you yourself aren’t a virgin, do this poor boy a favor and take the lead. He gets so much anxiety just worrying about performing for you, make sure to remind him he’s supposed to enjoy himself too.

Him being cooped up in that basement has made him fairly starved of physical affection in general, so even little touches can get him a little excited, maybe more excited than he should. Specifically touches from you. Try your best to reassure him you’re flattered, because he feels a bit like a degenerate when he gets hard just from you snuggling up to him.

While Sebastian is a very shy person, he’s a shy person with a decently high sex drive. He never can find himself able to initiate sex, he gets too nervous- but you can usually tell by his body language when he’s feeling a bit needy. The bouncing of his leg combined with the light blush in his face are pretty good indicators you should check in and see if he needs some attention.

Expect a lot of worshipping from him during sex, at least whenever he can form words. When he gets worked up, he gets worked up. I’m talking his breathing gets labored just by seeing you unbuckle his belt or watching your hands run up his chest. His heart leaps to his throat and he begins to tremble with arousal even if you’re just giving him a few hickeys. Of course he’s gonna try his best to play it off like he’s totally not getting off to just the little things you do, but he 100% is. Even if you don’t have much experience in bed either, he is breathless at every little thing you do. it doesn’t matter if you’re fumbling over your own words or are awkwardly trying to get in a comfortable position, he finds all of it incredibly hot.

He tends to cum quickly, but will edge himself just to make sure you get to enjoy yourself too. He finds it embarrassing how easy you manage to get him to reach his peak, but he can’t help it when you’re just so fucking hot and so fucking good at this. Even if he does end up cumming a bit too quickly to his liking, he’s the type who could go for a good handful of rounds.

Speaking of cum (lol), if you ever tell him you’d like him to do so inside you… you’ll break him. He finds the idea so unbelievably lewd and would essentially freeze up if you told him that’s what you’d like. he’s absolutely willing to please you, though. Just don’t expect him to just cum once in you. It’s less of a breeding thing and more of a… claiming thing. Though, he’s not opposed to breeding you either. Just say the word.

Loud. He’s pretty fucking loud, so be thankful his basement room is sound proof or that your farm is fairly secluded from town. The noises he makes are absolutely pornographic, from his whines to his choked back throaty moans. He usually covers his mouth in an attempt to quiet himself, but it’s never any use. He can’t seem to keep to himself how much he’s enjoying what you do to him. Be sure to reassure him you find the noises he makes hot, he worries he’s making a fool of himself.

He’s hardly got any self control when it comes to actual sex, so expect it to be a bit rough and fairly feverish. He fucks like he’s going to lose you any day now or as if you’ll disappear beneath his fingertips unless he rams his hips into yours. He loves to indulge in you, and it’s quite the sight to see. His freckles disappear as his face glows a bright red, his eyes half lidded and clouded with love and lust all at once, his mouth parted as he pants and whines your name. He truly becomes puddy in your hands.

Would LOVE to go down on you if you let him. He’s always so eager to please you, plus he loves the idea of being squeezed by your thighs. He himself absolutely loves being on the receiving end of oral, so he most certainly wants to return the favor.

Tell him he’s a good boy. Tell him how good he’s fucking you, tell him he’s good to you. He 100% has a praise kink, and it is absolutely something you should feed into if you’re looking to be bruised and covered in love bites- he’ll completely wreck you. He loves hearing you sing his praises, and he’ll definitely return the favor. Really even outside of full on sex, you can get him worked up by just calling him a good boy in any setting. He’ll be a bit flustered in public, but that’s not to say he doesn’t totally like it…

He’s not above jealousy fucking you. He’s not a super jealous person, but if he sees someone clearly coming onto you? It lights a unique flame within him. He’s not one for confrontation, but he’ll do his best to make it clear you aren’t exactly up for grabs. If it’s a common problem you have, he definitely gets a bit frustrated- frustrated enough to feel the need to prove you’re his. It’s really just to prove it to himself more that anyone else, to quiet his insecure thoughts about losing you. He can get a bit rough on those nights, but it’s just to invoke a reaction out of you. So don’t be afraid to get loud and cry his name, it’s exactly what he needs to hear.

Sebastian tends to be a bit more on the submissive side, so he’s definitely down to bottom for you. if you thought he was a mess before, he is an absolute disaster beneath you. he absolutely loves it. Whisper praises into his ear, cover him in love bites, grip his hips hard enough to bruise- he LOVES it rough. While being on too often strokes his ego, he absolutely loves being completely wrecked by you. He especially loves when you completely overstimulate him, he loves being overwhelmed and being completely at your mercy.

10/10, we love a good boy <3

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This post made my day, i really love everyone in the batch but Echo has a special place in my heart for all the reason you listed. He's been through a lot, he lost everything and if back in clone wars Rex didn't believe that he is still out there somewhere, he would've been used against everything and everyone he loved and believed in without having control over the situation. (Btw Rex owns the other special place in my heart, the room next to Echo's) So you made my day thank you

When I say Echo is the “heart character” of The Bad Batch, let me explain because frankly I’m tired of him not being appreciated 🥺:

Echo is the only one to stick up for Gregor and to take the risk to save him. Echo is the first one to jump on board with saving Hera’s parents. He’s also the one that comforts Omega when they are going into Nala Se’s lab.

He teaches Omega how to shoot, and we see that he takes an interest in the things she does when we see him examine her clone trooper doll. He watches out for Omega and makes sure she doesn’t get into trouble.

He lets Wrecker know he was proud of him for making Omega a room — that he did good. He is also protective of those he cares about and tries to protect them when he can i.e. the zygerrian episode.

He goes around fixing the ship for the bad batch a lot it seems with very little help at times. Which I know I would be frustrated about too personally.

He doesn’t just complain for the sake of complaining. He’s pushing for decisions to be made or calling out bad behavior. He asks Hunter what they are going to do with Omega because she is a child. He tells Hunter that they should have gone with Rex because he doesn’t see longevity with Cid— which he isn’t necessarily wrong about seeing as a few episodes later someone tries to take out Cid.

Echo also wants the batch to go with Rex because he knows that Rex is helping people and all Echo really wants to do is help people and fight the Empire. But he isn’t going to leave the batch to do so.

The only time we see him pout or even get slightly upset is when they are sent to go rescue a Separatist Senator — the same group of people that tortured him and treated him like he was just an object. Like he wasn’t a person. The fact he was still able to carry out that mission at all is something to be admired despite his objections. And he then at the end of the episode we see him put it aside for the greater good.

Also keep in mind this is what Jennifer Corbett, the head writer of TBB, had to say about Echo:

I would also like to urge anyone rewatching TBB season one to watch Echo’s expressions and mannerisms. A lot of his characterization really shines through there I promise.

I think a lot of people make the mistake of writing off Echo as the “grumpy” one because often he is the first to express his displeasure with a situation but I don’t think that is a bad thing.

But also? If he is just grumpy I say let him be. Echo is fucking traumatized. He has everything taken away from him. His body, his mind, his thoughts. He had nothing. Imagine having everything taken from you and being forced to use everything you know against those you love most and not having a choice. I don’t understand this double standard people have for Echo and not liking him because he is “grumpy.” I really don’t.

Echo x GN!Reader

Warnings: sharing bed, short fluff, self conscious Echo, cuddling.

While staying at the hotel, it turns out that Bad Batch cannot afford an extra room and oh no, you and Echo need to sleep in the same bed.

Word count: 1600+

You looked around the room. White walls, a small window, single bed against the wall and a bathroom door with a sonic shower. You thought it was gonna be worse.

"I thought it'll be worse." Echo stated, setting his backpack on a small table.

You shook your head, then looked into the bathroom. There were two towels waiting for you on the hanger even though the room was theoretically for one person. They must have brought them just before you came. It might not be a top quality hotel, away from the center and with the old facade, but what mattered was that it was clean and the service was nice.

It's good that they let the two of you in at all, you had no plans to stay in a hotel, so you took the minimum amount of credits. You didn't have enough for the second room and it turned out that you and Echo decided to share a common space. Hunter dropped out because he would have trouble sleeping, given his senses. Crosshair valued his privacy, and Wrecker was willing to take you over for the night, but the bed might collapse under both of you. Tech and Echo stayed, but the second one said he didn't care and you could be with him.

"I'll take a shower." You said and then started to take off your armor. You've had some practice and quickly put it aside, noting that you will have to clean it tomorrow. You took a change of clothes with you and shut yourself up in the shower, letting yourself relax for a moment. You've been on your feet for three days, without a break to rest, constantly escaping with stolen data. All you wanted was to wash up, go to bed and eat something nutritious in the morning.

You came out of the shower after a dozen minutes, ready for bed.

"Refresher is yo- Echo, what are you doing in this on bed?" You asked, looking at the man who was lying on the bed pressed against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. He didn't even turn his head towards you, just moved his eyes.

"Sleeping."

"In a full armor?" Your hands dropped and the man snorted.

"You never know when a threat will come."

"The only threat I see is dirt on your armor. Really, get out of the bed. I want to sleep in clean sheets." He rolled his eyes but complied with your request. He sat on the edge of the bed, and you shook bits of sand off the sheets. Good thing he was still, you managed to get it reasonably clean.

With a loud sigh, you put your head on the pillow and stretched out like a cat. You smiled and put your hands behind your head. If it weren't for Echo's eyes drilling a hole in your head, you probably would have fallen asleep here and now. You opened one eye.

"You're not going to clean yourself?" Echo analyzed your words for a moment, then nodded.

"Yeah, yeah. I will." You raised one eyebrow and watched anxiously as the trooper quickly locked hismelf in the bathroom without even taking off his armor. You had no idea how he was going to want to take it off of himself in such a small space. You've never seen him act this way.

Even though you felt very eager to sleep, his behavior made you prefer to wait for him.

And rightly so, because a moment later you heard a loud curse followed by a loud sound resembling a fall. You quickly jumped off the bed and ran to the door.

"Echo! You're all right?" You screamed and the man groaned behind the door.

"Yes, I just fell over." He muttered.

"You need help?"

"No, I got this!" He tried to sound hard, but that didn't make you stop worrying. You leaned your back against the door and started playing with your fingers.

"You sound... Distracted." You started, and Echo rested his hands on the sink. "I can still sleep with Tech, it's not a problem, if that what stresses you out."

"No! I just..." He sighed loudly and looked at himself in the small mirror. He didn't look like he used to, his skin was still deathly pale, and although he had gained a little weight, he was still thinner than the others. Not to mention the cybernetic parts he got used to, but still haven't accepted. He had no change of shirt, and he didn't want to sleep in the sweaty one. How was he going to show himself to you, the person who was perfect in every way in his eyes, without clothes? Though he was sure you would never laugh at him, the uncertainty remained.

"It is about your body, isn't it?" Echo frozed and you shook your head. It wasn't hard to guess.

"Yes."

"We'll turn off the light, I won't see anything." You said, and the man breathed a sigh of relief. "I do not know how else I could make you comfortable."

"That is, that's enough. Thank you, Y/N." He spoke from outside the door, his voice not so trembling anymore. You smiled gently.

"You're welcome."

Echo washed quickly, but before he left, he turned off the light. You told him before that you would go to bed already, so he didn't have to worry about bumping into you. It was a short drive from door to bed, so a moment later he was sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly squeezing himself under the covers.

Even though you tried to give him as much space as possible, the bed was not that big and you could feel each other's presence. It didn't bother you, you liked Echo a little more than the rest, but the man lay down beside you on his back, awfully tense. You had no idea what to do to make him feel more comfortable. Maybe he'll get used to it overnight.

"Goodnight Echo."

"Goodnight." He grunted, then closed his eyes, trying not to think about the fact that you are a few centimeters from him and your knee is touching his thigh. He was incredibly tired, but sleep didn't come.

So he started to think about what was, what will be, how you managed to fall asleep so quickly.

He turned his head towards you. In the dark he couldn't see your face, only the outline. Back in the day, when he was still in the 501st, he liked to cuddle. When they were kids in a domino squad, Cutup was afraid of the storm. It was not allowed, but the whole group would go into the same cabin and all sleep together, feeling safer that way.

Maybe if he hugged you it would be easier for him... But now you were asleep now and he didn't want to wake you. You deserved a rest. So he turned his head back to the ceiling and sighed.

While still sleeping, you made a decision for him. You mumbled something in your sleep and moved towards him, clinging to his cybernetic arm. Echo almost jumped in surprise, but then calmed down. He didn't want to wake you up. He lay there for a moment wondering what to do. His heart sped up considerably as he felt how warm you were. The room was normal temperature, but he had always liked the warmth. He swallowed and moved towards you, just a little.

You slide over to him, your leg wrapped around his waist and you his your face in his neck. Instinctively, he put his healthy hand on your thigh to push you away, but after a moment's thought, he pulled you closer. You muttered something contentedly, and Echo couldn't hold back any longer, he clung to you with his whole body, hugging you tightly and not going to let go.

It was ages since someone cuddled up to him like that. He had no idea how much he missed it until now. He would like to have a second hand to stroke your head with it, but for now he had to settle for your closeness.

He squeezed his eyes shut and rested his chin on your head.

Maker, how much he missed this.

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You thought you would wake up the next morning and Echo would be wearing his armor, telling you to get up. The exact opposite happened.

Not only were you the first to wake up, but you were practically lying on top of him, his naked chest pressed against your shoulders. You felt hot on your cheeks, you liked cuddling, but what will Echo say, when he'll see you in that position?

You tried to get up slowly, but his grip tightened on your back. You repeated the action, only feeling his grip tighten.

"Stop squirming." He muttered barely conscious. You looked at his face, his eyes were still closed.

"But Echo, you, you said..." You whispered and you didn't finish talking, because he suddenly shifted to the side. You landed on your back with the man above you, taking care not to crush you with his legs, settling comfortably on your chest.

You opened your eyes wide. That wasn't something you would expect from him. From Wrecker? Maybe, but Echo? That Echo who was afraid yesterday that you would see him without a shirt?

"Don't think, keep sleeping." He muttered again and you put your arms around him uncertainly. Considering how he purred and pressed his face even closer to you, he must have liked it.

You'll have to ask about that later, for now, you were going to enjoy your extra rest.

Hi there!! I’m in love with your stories!! 😍😍

Would I be able to request a Tommy Shelby x Reader using this prompt: 16. "Mmm, I can't wait to tell our kids how their mother almost killed me one time." - "What? I did not try to kill you. It-It was an accident." from the fluff prompt list? (which I love all of your prompts btw — it was so hard to choose!!😩😩)

Thanks so much in advance if you choose to write this! 💕

It was an accident.

Hii love!! Thank you so much!!! I absolutely loved writing this piece, thank you for requesting it!!!

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16. "Mmm, I can't wait to tell our kids how their mother almost killed me one time." - "What? I did not try to kill you. It-It was an accident."

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x F!Reader.

Summary: After getting attacked in your home, you get angsty being alone and almost shoot Tommy when he sneaks up on you.

Warning: Mention of assault. Gun. Swearing.

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You and Tommy had been together for as long as you could remember. You were still teenagers when you fell in love.

And you waited patiently for your love to return from France when the war started. You helped him build up his empire and you never feared his lifestyle.

That was until someone Tommy was doing business with, broke into your home and tried to kill you. Tommy was away with Arthur, doing business. The man knew that.

Just as the man got ready to pull the trigger on you, Tommy and Arthur had arrived. The man ran and Tommy found you a crying and bleeding mess on the floor.

He went into a fit of rage and for days they searched for the man who had even dared laid a hand on you.

You lived in fear now, in fear for your life, in fear for the life growing inside you. You were lucky that no harm had come to your unborn daughter. But the fact that not only were you Tommy's wife, but the woman carrying his child made his anger much worse.

Late one night, you were home alone, waiting on Tommy to return as he once again went out searching for the man who attacked you.

You heard the door to your home open, you heard heavy footsteps trudging around downstairs. You could feel your nerves forming a tight ball in the pit of your stomach, pushing bile up to your throat.

You grabbed the gun on your bedside with shaking hands and slowly made your way out of the room. Your stomach was aching with fear, your breathing shallow and your whole body felt scorching hot.

Your steps were slow as you descended the stairs, ears straining to hear any noise around you."Tommy, is that you?" You called out with a quivering voice, a trembling finger hovering over the trigger of your gun."Tommy?"

"Y/n." A voice called out in the darkness behind you. You were startled. You spin around with a gasp, your finger pulling on the trigger due to your reaction. Your eyes widened in horror when you spotted your husband, the bullet missing him by a good few inches and hitting a portrait on the wall."Jesus!" He called out, blue eyes widening as he glanced between you and the ruined portrait.

"Shit! Tommy!" You gasped, lowering the gun with hands that shook even worse now, swallowing down the bile that rose in your throat again.

"Give me that!" He demanded, grabbing the gun from your hands and checking to see if it was fully loaded, which it was."What are you doing walking around the house with a loaded gun, ey?" He almost scolded as he put your gun in his jacket for safekeeping.

"What are you doing sneaking up on me!? I could've hit you!" You snapped at him, pushing his chest with furious shaky hands.

Tommy quirked an eyebrow, glancing at the portrait before turning back to you, amusement glinting in his blue eyes."Your aims not that good love."

"This is not funny!" You snapped, pushing at his chest again, your eyebrows furrowing as you stared at him."You don't sneak up on a paranoid pregnant lady!"

All amusement drained from Tommy's body once the words left your lips. He reached out, cupping your cheeks, eyebrows knitting together as he spoke softly."Are you still scared?" He asked and when you lowered your gaze, he tilted your head up so that you would look at him."Love, no one is going to hurt you as long as I'm breathing."

"He was in our house...he...he was in our house Tommy." You whispered, warm tears pooling in your eyes, your heart aching and your stomach turning at the memories of that night.

"I know, I know." He spoke softly and gently with you, one hand coming to rest on the back of your head and pulling you close against his chest, his head resting against your own."He's not going to hurt you ever again, Y/n."

"You don't know that." You cried, hands pressing against his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt. "He said he was going to kill me."

"Shhhhh, it's okay. No one is going to kill you, no one, I won't let them." He assured softly before taking your face in his hands again, forcing you to look at him."He's dead, Y/n."

Your eyes slightly widened and your eyebrows furrowed. You don't know why you were shocked, you knew he would not stop until he killed the man, but after being so fearful for so long the news did not feel real."What?"

"Arthur and John found him trying to leave Birmingham. I killed him." He explained, his hands running into your hair, holding you firmly and safely in his hands."He's gone Y/n, he won't hurt you again." He assured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before walking you into his office, and sitting you down."Come, sit down. I'd offer you whiskey but-" He spoke, eyes drifting to your baby bump as he poured himself a glass of whiskey, downing it all in one go.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." You assured, shaking a dismissive hand at him.

"We threw his body in the cut. If they do ever find him, chances are they won't be able to identify him." Tommy explained as he approached you again.

"How...how did you do it?" You asked hesitantly as you looked up to meet his gaze, your eyebrows knitting together, chewing on the inside of your bottom lip.

"You don't need to hear the details, not with our little one inside you." He spoke with a shake of his head as he crouched down in front of you, hand reaching out to rest on your stomach.

"Hey, we are okay." You assured, one hand resting over his and the other cupping his cheek.

"If something happened to either of you." He spoke softly, breath hitching as he refused to finish his sentence. Refusing to finish the thought of what could've happened.

"Tommy, we are okay now. I promise." You assured again, your hand from his cheek to his hair when he lowered his head onto your lap."I'm sorry for almost shooting you." You whispered after a second of silence.

Tommy chuckled softly, lifting his head and softly rubbing your baby bump, staring at it with fond eyes."Mmm, I can't wait to tell our kids how their mother almost killed me one time." He teased.

You gasped softly, eyes widening and a small smile tugging at your lips."What? I did not try to kill you. It-It was an accident." You defended yourself.

"Left a shirt out one time and your mother tries to shoot me." He spoke to your stomach, completely ignoring your words.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes in amusement at the mention of the shirt he left out this morning, which you scolded him for before he left for work.

"Don't tell her such things." You warned with a lighthearted scowl on your face.

"Everyone is scared of me, they call me a gangster but I personally think they should be more cautious of your mother." He continued on just for the sake of annoying you further, a teasing grin growing on his face as he looked up at you with mischievous eyes.

"I am going to hit you, stop." You warned, your own smile tugging at your lips as you watched him lower his head again, talking to his baby.

"You see? She is a violent woman." He insisted, glancing up at you as he spoke.

"I will shoot at you again." You challenged him with a quirked eyebrow.

"Chances are with your aim, you won't hit me." He teased.

"Shut up." You huffed, lightly slapping his shoulder before cradling your baby bump."You are not telling any of our children about this one day."

"Oh, I definitely am." He argued as he nodded his head.

"Oh, you definitely are not." You argued back, shaking your head and giving him a pointed look.

He leaned closer to your stomach again, whispering loud enough for you to hear him."Don't worry, I'll tell you one day."

"I heard you." You muttered, quirking an eyebrow at him again. You watched as he got back up to his feet, pouring himself another glass of whiskey, and making his way to his desk. He stood there silent for a second, lowering his head and swirling the whiskey in his glass around."Something is still bothering you, I can see it." You insisted as you stood up and made your way over to him.

"I don't want you to be here alone late at night when I'm still working or when I'm away." He informed you, glancing over his shoulder, eyes watching you carefully.

"The danger has passed, Tommy." You insisted, hands pressing to his shoulders and forcing him to turn around and face you. Your one hand moved to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your fingertips.

"No, the danger is never passed. There's always something. Always fucking something." He ranted in a soft and tired voice, lowering his head again as he abandoned his glass on the desk.

"We're going to have a baby soon, I can't be running around all the time. I need to be here, in my home. Our home." You insisted, hands moving to cup his cheeks and tilting his head so that he'd look at you.

"Then I will get more men to watch the house when I'm not here." He insisted, his eyes blinking rapidly as he glanced everywhere but you, but you could still see the worry and stress he held in those blue eyes.

"We will be okay, I know it because we have you and I trust you." You assured him, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips."Come, let's go to bed it's late."

"You don't have any more weapons on you, do you?" He asked, the amusement and teasing back in his voice, although his eyes still held all his worry.

"No, I don't." You huffed, playfully rolling your eyes at him as you let go of him.

"Should I search you first just to be safe, ey?" He asked, relentless with his teasing as he quirked an eyebrow at you.

"Shut up and come to bed." You insisted, turning on your heel and walking towards his office door.

"Almost shot in me own bloody house." He muttered loud enough for you to hear as he finished his whiskey."By me own wife."

"Tommy!" You scolded, sending him a harmless glare over your shoulder as you walked out of the office, his heavy footsteps not far behind you, a teasing grin not leaving his face.

I love Sebastian 😂

Y/n: since were in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why i have your sweater on, this is our sweater

Sebastian: fine, but when i come strutting in with your fuzzy socks i don't want to hear shit