#Bob x little! reader

[mangokittokatsu]

Honeybee

Sebby lovely this is for you!!! Happy birthday my love!!!!! 💖💖💖 @sebsxphia

Robert “Bob” Floyd x Little! Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

WC: 2.1k

Tags: age regression, tooth rotting fluff, overuse of the Oxford comma

A day. That’s the only way you could truly describe how your shift had gone, it had been a day. It hadn’t even been overly bad yet here you were, tears stinging your eyes and blurring your vision as you fumbled with your keys to try and unlock the front door when it swings open before you find the right key, revealing Bob on the other side. You look up at his smiling face and let out an involuntary whimper and a wet sigh that borders on a sob, feeling a fuzziness start to take over the edges of your mind as you lurch forward into his arms, “Bobby…” you whine while burying your face into his neck, the tears finally spilling over with a broken sob. He startles for a split second before firmly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you inside, kicking the door shut with his heel as he gently shushes you and rubs your back in soothing circles.

He leads you over to the couch and sits you down where Natasha is watching you in concern, scooting over to allow Bob the space to sandwich you between them as she presses up against your back, feeling your sobs course through your body. She hums quietly before she brings her hand up to your hair and lightly scratches her short nails across your scalp, “oh baby girl,” she lets out with a sympathetic sigh, “it’s ok, we’re here.” She whispers to you in a soft tone and you feel yourself quickly slipping, the stress of the day catching up to you as you melt into their soft touches and words. You slightly remove your face from Bob’s shoulder to press your head into Natasha’s touch with a broken whine, the two of them holding you and letting you cry between them in their arms.

Bob pulls one of his hands out from between you and Natasha once your sobs settle out into sniffles and hiccups, cupping your jaw and guiding your face up to look at him as he swipes his thumb across your cheek to wipe the tears away, “do you wanna talk about it, baby girl?” You shake your head, not knowing how to put it into words, at least not right now, “jus’ want you an’ mommy, ‘m tired”, you whimper out, your voice rough from crying, and lean into his hand as his face softens in understanding. “That’s ok honeybee, whenever you’re ready. We’ve got you, we’re here. Do you want to watch a movie? Or do you just wanna cuddle with me and mommy?” You don’t respond at first, just letting yourself feel their touches and slip further down before looking back up at Bob, “wanna watch a movie” you eventually decide, “can we have snacks?” Your glassy eyes and quiet voice cause a soft smile to break out on his face before he leans in to press a kiss to your nose, “of course we can honeybee.”

You feel Natasha shift behind you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you firmly against her chest in a tight hug. Your eyes slip closed as her warm breath puffs against your scalp before she places a gentle kiss to the crown of your head before she pulls away, shushing you and wrapping the throw blanket from the back of the couch around you when you whine at the loss and sudden cold against your back, “just a minute little one, I’m just grabbing a few things for us. Just stay right here and cuddle with daddy and I’ll be right back”. With one last kiss to your head she disappears towards the kitchen as you burrow into Bob’s chest, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself and eagerly sucking and nibbling on his fingers when he offers them, still sniffling and hiccuping softly with the occasional stray tear escaping your eyes. He hums a random lullaby to you softly, the vibrations spreading through his chest soothing you further, breathing out a soft, shuddering sigh through your nose as you let yourself relax into his hold.

A few minutes go by before Natasha returns, barely juggling a bowl of popcorn as well as some cut up fruit, always insisting on making sure you had balanced snacks, along with a couple juice boxes and water bottles. You let out a quiet giggle around Bob’s fingers as she unceremoniously dumped them onto the coffee table in front of the couch. She looks at you in adoration when you giggle, as if she’s hearing the heavens sing, before plopping back onto the couch next to you and pressing herself up against you where you’ve settled yourself in Bob’s lap while she was gone with your head tucked under his chin. She readjusts you a bit so your legs are draped across her thighs, bringing the three of you as close together as possible. One of her hands grabs yours and squeezes gently as she brushes your hair out of your face. Your eyes are half closed, the stress of the day melting away as exhaustion takes over while Natasha picks a movie for you. It’s something lighthearted that you’ve all seen enough times to quote so you don't have to focus on it. She reaches across your legs and grabs the bowl of popcorn and sets it in your lap, picking up the fruit next and coaxing Bob’s fingers out of your mouth as you pout before she holds a piece out to you and pops it into your mouth, “there we go baby girl, doing so good for us, our perfect little honeybee.”

The three of you continue sitting there, your head tucked under Bob’s chin with his arms wrapped around you and gently rocking as the movie plays quietly on the screen, Natasha gently rubbing your legs while feeding you pieces of popcorn and fruit and giving you sips of your juice box. She occasionally hums along to whatever song is playing in the movie, both of them never stopping their whispers of sweet nothings and praises. You barely register when the credits start rolling, completely melted into their touches and soft words and regressed with your face buried into Bob’s stomach, having slowly shifted down over the course of the movie. You’re gently chewing on the edge of his shirt and getting it wet but he couldn’t care less. His hand is resting in your hair, running his fingers through it and occasionally working out any small tangles he happens to snag while Natasha’s hand rubs soothing circles against the skin of your hip with her thumb where your shirt rode up. She looks over at Bob, nudging her shoulder against his to get his attention and nodding her head in the direction of the stairs. A silent way of telling him it was time for bed before she leans down to talk to you softly, “baby girl, c’mon, let’s get up and go to bed. Do you want me or daddy to carry you or do you wanna walk by yourself?”

You just let out a whine in response, burying your face further into Bob’s stomach as he lets out a soft chuckle, “I know you’re comfy baby girl but you’ll be more comfy in bed, you can even wear one of my sweatshirts to sleep tonight instead of your own pajamas, how does that sound? I know how much you love the one that I’ve still got from the academy and it’s nice and clean.” He waits for you to respond, pulling his hand out of your hair as you wiggle around to sit up slightly, the edge of his shirt dropping from your mouth in the process and watching as you blink a few times, gathering your slow thoughts and nodding in agreement, “ok daddy, c’n mommy carry me to bed?” A soft smile stretches across her face, her eyes filled with love for you as you look at her with hopeful, glassy eyes and she tucks your messy hair behind your ear before she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, “of course I can honeybee, anytime you want.”

She untangles herself from the blankets and out from under your legs so she can sit you upright, promptly scooping you up and propping you on her hip as she stands. You shiver at the cold from the loss of the blanket and your Bobby’s warmth and she lets out a sympathetic coo, “Bobby wrap their blanket around them will you? Can’t have our little one getting cold while we go upstairs now can we?” She gently sways as Bob stands up, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and kissing your cheek, “I’ll be right up baby girl, I’m just gonna clean up while mommy gets you all ready for bed, ok?” His soft words float through your head as you sleepily nod, your head already resting against Natasha’s shoulder with your eyes closed as she turns and carries you up the stairs.

You open your eyes as she sets you down on a hard surface and you frown as you register that you’re not in bed but on the bathroom counter in the en suite, seeing Natasha already grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste, involuntarily letting out a quiet whine from high in the back of your throat in slight protest.

She lets out a soft sigh, “I know darling, but you’ve gotta brush your teeth, I can help you tonight ok? And you can keep your blankie nice and warm around your shoulders.” Her voice a gentle tone but holding no room for argument, you let her rest her hand on your cheek and brush your teeth for you. Knowing that if she takes too long you’ll start to protest, she finishes up quickly. It’s not the most thorough job by her standards but it’s enough for tonight. She hands you a cup of water and instructs you to rinse your mouth as she brushes your hair and begins to braid it for the night, never ending the stream of praise and sweet nothings that drift past her lips through the entire process, “There’s my good girl, so good for me and daddy, I’m almost done and then we can go get you all comfy in bed ok?” She ties off the end of your hair and scoops you up back into her arms to carry you back into the bedroom.

Bob is waiting for you when you walk back through the door, he’s slipped his academy sweatshirt on for a few minutes to make sure it’s nice and warm and smells more like him. He watches Natasha set you gently on the bed and get you changed into a pair of sleep shorts. He quickly removes his sweatshirt and slips the soft material over your head and helps you guide your arms through the sleeves when she takes your shirt off, making sure you don’t get cold. You gently flap the ends of the too long sleeves around over your hands with a soft, happy squeal, bringing the tattered edge of the sleeve up to your mouth and softly chewing on it. Bob and Natasha watching you with matching smiles, looking at you like you’re the most perfect thing in the world and to them you are. Bob pulls the covers back and lays down, guiding you up to lie next to him, “c’mon baby girl, there we go, we’ve got you.” He wraps his arm around you, tucking you against him as you lay your head on his chest. You look up at him with sleepy eyes, shining at him like he hung the moon and he feels his heart melt as he brings his other hand up to brush against your cheek. Natasha climbs into bed behind you, pressing herself against your other side and placing a soft kiss to your shoulder, “love you so much honeybee, always so perfect for us.” Somewhere far in the back of your mind is the faint thought that they’ll want you to talk about your day sometime tomorrow, but that doesn’t matter. Not when you’re safe and relaxed in their arms, their scent surrounding you and lulling you further towards sleep along with their gentle touches, humming as you press your cheek further against Bob’s chest.

“L’ve you and daddy, momma. ‘M sleepy”

“Go to sleep little one, we’ll be right here when you wake up and we’ll do whatever you wanna do tomorrow”, Bob shushes you for one final time. He feels your breathing even out against his side, soft puffs of your breath ghosting across his collarbone as you let yourself fall asleep finally. You drift off knowing he’s telling the truth, exhaustion settled deep in your bones from the day, but feeling beyond safe. Beyond loved and cared for, right here in their arms. Their perfect baby girl that they’d do anything for, as long as it meant you were happy.

[chalamet-hl]

Have you seen my son? Have you seen my beautiful boy? Tell him I miss him...

[floydsmuse]

thinking about making love to Bobby on a rainy chilled night. his body feels like a warm weighted blanket against yours as he thrusts into you at a steady pace & works his magic to make you completely unravel beneath him. he places delicate kisses along the column of your throat & praises you for taking him so well. rain pitter patters onto the window & becomes louder as your release quickly approaches you. Bob encourages you to let go, as he does the same himself. you two remain wrapped up in each other & intimately connected until the rain finally settles down & the night fades to quiet.

[sebsxphia]

daddy rhett and dada bobby with a little who is incredibly sensitive. who always needs a stuffy clutched tightly to their chest and carried around. who always has a soft blankie wrapped over their shoudlers and being carried around as well. who always needs to be told exactly what their daddies are doing and where they are. who always needs to communicate to their daddies when they’re ready for touch.

“hey, bunny. daddy and i are in the kitchen cookin’. would you like to join me and daddy rhett? would y’ like to sit at the dinner table and colour, little one?”

“‘m gon’ be outside wi’ the animals and makin’ sure they’re happy, bambi. bobby’s in his workshop workin’ on your lil’ bookshelf. would y’ like to come with me, or dada bobby, little one? with me? atta’, bambi.”

“hello, my little bunny! what would you like? oh, you’d like t’ be held? of course. would you like me, or daddy rhett to hold you, bunny?”

“would y’ like daddy t’ keep his shirt on, or take it off, for skin on skin, bambi?”

[roosterscockpit]

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 36

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Hi my lovelies! I am back and getting better, thankfully 🥹 I can’t wait for you all to read this chapter. I get so excited when i post new parts for you. I love all of your interactions, they make my day 🥰 I love you all! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: You and Bradley have a plane! You will learn something new about your man today. Enjoy your first plane ride with your Fiancé 😉😘 (also sorrryyyyy 😏)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: cursing, almost death, nudity, FUCKIN SMUT, SMUT and MORE SMUT. Minors DO NOT INTERACT. (You have been warned) 18+ only. But other than that LOVEEE 🥰

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“We have a plane, Bradley? How? When?” You were at a loss for words. “A fucking plane?”

Bradley laughed, “Yes baby, a plane.” 

He started to push you to it. He took the keys from your hand and pushed a button. Bradley went up to the plane and disengaged the door. He slowly walked it down with his hands. It was fully extended and the inside of the plane was lit up. He looked over to you and put his hand out. “After you, Fiancée.”

You placed your hand in his and he guided you up the stairs. You looked back before you entered. You looked at the squad, Mav, and Penny. You smiled as they waved to you. You waved back and blew a kiss at them. Fanboy acted like he caught it and held it to his chest. You giggled. Bradley started to make his way up the stairs. He turned and waved to everyone.

“Use protection this time, Bradshaw!” Hangman yelled out to both of you. He started to laugh loudly. 

Bradley shook his head and chuckled. He put his hand on your lower back and pushed you into the plane. He retracted the steps back and locked the door into place. You looked around as he did one more check. You walked through the plane and it was so beautiful. You traced your hands over the big white leather seats, everything was so simple and sleek. The floor was black hardwood, and there was a strip of it leading to the back where the private restroom was. This thing was luxurious. There was no way it belonged to you and Bradley. You turned around to him as he flipped some switches. You went behind him as he sat in one of the pilot’s seats.

“This thing is beautiful, Bradley. But, how? Is it really ours?” You rested your arms on the headrest of the seat Bradley was sitting in and rested your head on your arms.

He was so focused in the cockpit. He was flipping switches, pushing buttons, adjusting things. “Yes, baby. This is really ours.” He chuckled and turned to you. He stood up and kissed your nose. He walked through the plane and pushed the tables back into the walls, went to close the bathroom doors and locked them, and made sure all the stowaways were locked and closed. He made his way back to the Pilot’s seat and flipped more switches. He set some coordinates on the screen above him. 

“Here sweetheart, sit here next to me and put these on.” He pointed to the second Pilot’s seat and handed you a headset. 

You grabbed the headset and sat down. “Bradley, where is the pilot…?” 

He stopped his hand before he flipped a switch. He was frozen. He turned his head slowly to you and smiled, “I am the pilot, love.” He chuckled and flipped the switch. The left engine started up. He snapped his headset on and flipped the switch for the right engine to start up. 

“Ready for Taxi.” He said into the mic and you heard it on your end.

You took off one of the headphones from your ear and tapped Bradley’s arm. He looked over at you and smiled. He took off a headphone and leaned toward you. He covered the mic, “Yes, baby?” 

You covered your mic too and took at him nervously, “You’re flying the plane?” 

He laughed and nodded. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on your lips, “That I am, baby.”

You shook your head, “No but you fly fighter jets. This is not a fighter jet. This, Bradley. This is a commercial jet.”

He pressed his lips into a line and nodded at you, “I am aware, sweetheart. I can fly this plane. Flying is flying.” He put his hand on your arm, “No flips or crazy maneuvers. Just flying, baby girl.” He smiled reassuringly at you. 

You nodded slowly and placed your headphone back on. You sat slowly back into your seat and strapped your seatbelt super tight. You took a deep breath and listened to the radio traffic between Bradley, Hangman, and someone you didn’t recognize the voice of. 

“Taxi car clear, the runway is yours, Bradshaw,” Hangman called over the radio.

“Big 10-4, Hangie. The runway is a go.” Bradley readied up the plane. 

“Clear for take-off, Roo. Just finished up the outside check.” Hangman called. 

You could feel it stirring around as the engines kicked up. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You tightened your grasp around the arms rests. You felt a squeeze on your leg and you opened your eyes. You saw Bradley’s hand on your knee. You looked up at him and he nodded, “I love you, honey. You’re gonna love where we are going.”

You smiled nervously at him and nodded. You placed your hand on his, “I love you too, bird boy.” 

He brought his hand back to the throttle, he eased it forward and the plane started to take off. 

“See you in a couple of days guys,” Bradley called over the radio.

“Fly safe, bird brain. Take care. Love you, Rooster.” Hangman called back. 

Bradley smiled as he pulled on the yoke and the plane started to leave the runway and started to ascend into the night sky. Bradley changed the frequency of the radio and was in contact with another person. They were exchanging traffic and directions with each other. You got lost in all the pilot talk. You looked out the windows and watched as the lights below you from the houses got smaller and smaller. As you reached maximum altitude you were looking at the moon and stars. It was beautiful, breathtaking. Everything was so clear. You looked over at Bradley, he hit the autopilot and looked over at you. He removed his headset and signaled for you to take yours off. You removed your headset and shifted in your chair to look over at him. 

“Wasn’t bad, right? No flips or tricks.” He reached his hand out for yours.

You grabbed his hand and he stroked your knuckles with his thumb. “This is definitely not what I expected to come home to.” You looked up and smiled at him. “This is so crazy!” You giggled.

He pulled your hand to him, “Come here, baby.” He patted his lap with his other hand. “It’ll be okay I promise, I just want you close to me.” 

You unbuckled your seatbelt and made your way over to Bradley. You sat on his lap and he cradled you in his arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Bradley placed wet kisses against your jawline. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, “Are you a part of the mile-high club yet, sweetheart?” His voice was huskier than usual. 

You sat up in shock and looked at him, “Am I what?”

He chuckled and licked his lips, “Have you ever had sex in a plane?”

You laughed, “Bradley, the last time I had sex was when Leia was conceived.” 

His eyes shot open, “Wait, really?” He adjusted himself in the seat. “Are you serious, baby?”

You were appalled, “Excuse me? Have you had sex in a plane, Bradshaw?” You laughed annoyingly.

“Uhh…I” He sat back in the seat and looked up at you and breathed out a single laugh, “I haven’t had sex since Leia either.” 

You both looked at each other and raised your brows, “God, I think I just fell in even more in love with you, y/n.” He traced circles into your hip.

“You really haven’t, Bradley? But, you’re like a guy…” you leaned back and looked at him.

“I do have a left and right hand, y/n. How do you think I got these guns? These aren’t from the gym, y’know.” He flexed and laughed. 

“You’re sick, Bradshaw.” You pushed his arm down.

“If it makes you feel better, it was always to you, baby. You were all I thought about.” He smirked at you with his puppy dog eyes. He looked down and rubbed your thigh, “My heart belonged and belongs to you, always. I didn’t care for anyone else. It has always been you.” 

You placed your hand on his chin and met his eyes, “I love you, Bradley Bradshaw.” 

“I love you too, my fiancée.” He continued to rub your thigh and looked deeply into your eyes.

“Where are we going…Fiancé?” You said softly. 

He patted your thigh, “That is a surprise for you, babe.” He kissed your cheek. 

He gripped your thigh and started to stand up. You got off of his lap and stood. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up. He was too tall to stand fully. So he was hunched over while he stretched out his legs. He open the doors to the main cabin and was able to stand up straight. He stretched and opened his arms for you to come into. You looked at the controls and looked back at Bradley, “It is just for a second, sweetheart. Come and give me a hug.” He wiggled his fingers to motion you to come into his arms. 

You walked over slowly and buried yourself into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you slowly and squeezed you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. He finally let go and placed a kiss on the top of your head. You looked up at him and he kissed your forehead. He let out a yawn and wiped his eyes. “Okay, pilot y/n. Take over for a second. I need to go and use the John.” The pointed his thumb over his shoulder to the bathroom in the back. He turned around and started to walk over to the doors.

“Bradley, wait. I don't know how to fly a plane!?” You had your hands up in confusion.

He had his head between the doors. “Baby, it’s on autopilot. Just go sit your beautiful ass up there and look sexy.” He winked at you and closed the doors. 

You turned around and looked at the control panel. “What the fuck?”

Then you heard the doors open behind you. You turned around. Bradley peeked his head out again, “Do it naked, that would be fucking hot.” He smiled at you. 

“Go and drop your bomb, Lieutenant.” You crossed your arms and looked at him annoyed. 

He laughed and disappeared behind the doors again, “You better be naked when I come back! So I can put my cock in your pit!” He yelled through the doors.

You groaned and threw your head back. You plopped yourself into Bradley’s seat and laughed. “Put my cock in your pit…” You laughed a little harder. “Stupid man.” You laughed to yourself. 

You looked around at all the controls, there were so many things going on. You were amazed at how skilled Bradley was to be able to know what to press, when to press it, and what it did. You knew you couldn’t remember all of this and the specific steps you had to do to make the plane even start. You straightened out your back and looked out the window. The view was so beautiful. There was no sign of any light below or out in front of your view. You had no idea where you two were going; nonetheless, what direction you were heading. You sat there in silence and enjoyed it. You closed your eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. You felt so relaxed. You thought about the entire day. From the moment you went to go and visit your mom and dad until now. Today was filled with so much. Then here you were on a plane again going god knows where. But it didn’t feel overwhelming. It was nice. You felt a hand on your shoulder. You opened your eyes and looked back. 

You turned to see a naked torso, you looked up with wide eyes. 

“Bradley Nicolas Bradshaw… where are your clothes?”

You stood up and looked at him, he was butt-ass naked.

“Question is why are you still wearing clothes, sweetheart?” He raised his brows to you. 

You looked down and looked at him. He started to tug on your jacket.

“You’re not serious…” You looked at him through squinted eyes. 

“Oh, I am as serious as it gets.” He looked at you with sly eyes.

“But you have to fly the plane…” you started to shy away from the naked man in front of you. 

“I’m very good at multitasking, sweetheart. Don’t you remember? I am a one-man pilot in my fighter jet. I am trained for this.” His voice was super raspy. “We can check mile-high club off of both our lists.” He winked at you.

Your heart started to race. You could feel yourself blushing while you looked down at the floor. You buried your eyes into your hands and sat back down. You looked up and were face to face with his nether region. You gulped. 

“Holy shit.” You looked up at Bradley and he smirked trying to hold back his laughter. 

“Up to you, baby. I am also very okay with putting my clothes back on. I just wanted to make you sweat.” He kissed your forehead and started to walk back to the bathroom area. 

You watched him walk back to the bathroom. He was about to reach for the handle, “Bradley, wait.” You could almost hear the smile on his face form. He turned his head slightly. You stood up and he turned around slightly. You started to walk to him removing your clothing. 

He chuckled, “Dangerous game we are playing, sweetheart.” 

You smashed your lips onto him, “You’re a dangerous man in general, Bradshaw.” 

He smiled into your kiss and pulled back slightly as he removed your shirt, “That I definitely am.” He threw your shirt over to the side, “Are you ready to create some turbulence?” 

You went onto your tiptoes and kissed him hard. He rubbed his hands up and down your sides. You walked him back into one of the chairs. He slammed hard against it. “Holy shit, y/n. Are we really doing this?” You were sitting on his lap and sat up.

You looked at him with wide eyes, “What happened to all that talk? Are you shy now?” 

His mouth was open and he looked side to side, avoiding eye contact with you. “I am not shy.”

“Then show me you aren’t shy.” You looked down at him with eyes full of lust. 

He grabbed the back of your neck firmly and pushed you down to his lips. His hand grabbed a fist full of your hair as his other hand roamed your body. Your hands went into his hair and tugged slightly. He moaned against your lips. You could feel him hard against your thigh. You felt warmness in your stomach as Bradley deepened the kiss. He patted your back and you looked at him, “To the cockpit, baby. I still need to be a pilot too.” 

He gripped your butt and carried you over to the Pilot’s seat. He plopped himself into the seat and roughly grabbed your face and started to kiss you again. Your breath became shallow as the intensity started to build. You were hungrily attacking Bradley with kisses all over his face. You made your way to his neck and kissed it sloppily. He was bucking his hips into you as he continued to flip a couple of switches on the control panel. He put his headset on briefly to listen for any radio traffic. There was nothing. He checked the heading direction and was still on track. He threw the headset onto the other seat. 

You started to make your way down his torso until you were met with his big hard length. You gave it a lick and he nearly jumped out of his seat, “Oh my god, baby. You’re not wasting any time.” He inhaled sharply as you licked his pre-cum from the slit of his head. He threw his head back in desire. He grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged at the roots, “Go ahead, baby. Show me what I’ve been missing. I need you.” You gave him a few more teasing licks and kisses before you took him into your mouth. Your saliva was running down this shaft and you used it as lubrication to pump him in your hand. Bradley started to squirm around in his seat, “Oh you look so good with my cock in that pretty mouth, baby.” 

He looked down and watched you. You glanced up while you brought him deeper into your mouth. He tensed up when his tip hit the back of your throat. He looked down at you with wide eyes. His pupils were blown. His breath stuttered as he tried to hold himself together. You tightened your grip slightly as you pulled him from your mouth. You started to pump his length In your hand as you took one of his balls into your mouth and sucked on it tenderly. You could hear the squeak as his hand gripped onto the leather arms rests. His eyes rolled back slightly as you worked him near his climax. You moaned against him and it made his stomach tighten. His toes started to curl. He grabbed your head and pulled you up to kiss him, “No I want to keep going. I don’t want to finish just yet, baby.” 

He laid back on the chair. He was holding your hips as you climbed on top of him. He lined himself up with your soaking wet slit. He gently pushed you down onto him he groaned at how tight you were. “Holy fuck, y/n. You're fucking tight for me, baby.” He closed his eyes tight as you started to ride him. He bucked his hips up into you as you came down to create more friction, “You don’t have to be so quiet baby. This isn’t church. We are all by ourselves up here.” He slammed himself into you and you let out a moan that could be described as pornographic. 

You leaned forward and had your face in Bradley’s neck as you rode him. You moaned his name into his ear, he was hitting new spots. He felt bigger and different this time. Your walls clenched around him tightly as you came. Your hips bucked lazily as you coated his cock. He held you down firmly onto his lap and roughly threw his hips into you. He was breathing heavily into your ear, “God baby. You're taking me so well. Do you love when I fuck you? Is that why you waited for me?” You arched your back in ecstasy. He leaned against your chest. His hands are entangled in your bra as he tried to undo the hooks. “Fuck baby. A little help please.” You wrapped an arm around his neck and the other back to your bra. You unhooked it. He grabbed the middle of your bra with his teeth and ripped it off of you. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and licked and sucked on it gently. 

You screamed out with pleasure, “Oh my god, Bradley.” He brought his mouth to the other and teases it between his teeth. You grabbed onto his curls and arched your back as he slammed his hips into you. You rested your other hand on his knee to stable yourself. He stood up slightly and turned you around. He had you bent over the middle console between the pilot’s chairs. He held onto your hips with a death grip as he drove himself into you. “Please go harder, Bradley!” He drove himself into you harder and faster. You were definitely going to be paralyzed. Your moans filled the plane. The windows slightly fogging up. 

Bradley checked all the control panels just to make sure everything was still okay. Your legs started to shake from all the pleasure. You felt your climax coming over you again. Bradley held your hair into a ponytail and yanked your head back to him as he slammed into you. “Did you miss me, baby?” You tried to nod but he pulled your hair tighter, “I want to hear you, sweetheart.” He kissed your lips, “Tell me you fucking missed me. Tell me you’re all fucking mine.” You came all over him again, “I-I fuck-k” He tugged at your hair again, and you screamed out with pleasure, “I fucking miss you and the way you fuck me.” He pushed your head into the middle console. You were incoherent. You were drunk off his cock. Your eyes rolled back so far into your head that you could see your brain. 

Bradley grabbed your hips and kept himself inside of you while he sat back on the chair. He stuck to the chair because he was so sticky and covered in sweat. Your baby hairs started to curl from the sweat and condensation that was building up. He helped guide you as you rode him backward. “God your ass looks amazing going up and down against me.” He smacked it hard and left his red handprint on you. “Go, hard baby. You’re doing so good.” You moaned out his name as you continued to ride him again, “Fuck Bradley, you feel so good.” You arched your back and held onto his hands. You threw your head forward and hit the control panel. 

“HOLY SHIT, Y/N!” Bradley pulled out of you as the plane started to take a nose dive. He yanked on the yoke and steadied the plane again. He re-engaged the autopilot. He sat back and put his hands over his mouth. 

You barely were able to hold yourself up. You were slumped against the other chair to help prop your weak knees up. You had your hand over your mouth and your eyes were wide. You were trying to contain your anxiety and laughter. 

Bradley started to laugh loudly. “We almost died having sex, babe.” You started to laugh with him, “Holy shit.” 

He leaned over to you and moved your curly baby hairs from your face, “Is your head okay? You hit that thing hard, honey.” He checked your forehead. There was a slight cut, but nothing serious. He started to laugh, “Oh my god, baby.” 

You turned red from embarrassment. “I can’t believe I just did that.” You laughed even harder. 

Bradley kissed your cut, “How is that for a mile-high club story?” 

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I do not consent or advocate for doing any of this while flying a plane. I just wanted to throw that disclaimer out there 😭 Not us disengaging the auto pilot during ✨spicy time✨ 😂 Where do you think Bradley is bringing you? I will see you in the next part, babes! 🫶🏼

My taggie babies are in the comments 💕

[startrekfangirl2233]

A Sneak Peek....

This is for @attapullman. Happy Bob Floyd Month!

“Y-you’re a virgin?”  The words are said so quietly you half think they’re a figment of your imagination.  “But you’re so pretty, Artemis. Those men didn’t deserve you, not at all.” You smile and pat the blanket with your hand. Bob sits gingerly on the edge of the blanket with his back to the Daggers. “It’s nice of you to say so, Bob.” His cheeks are pink, and his blue eyes are dark and deep as they stare into your own. “I’m serious. If it were me, I’d have kissed you until your head was spinning, and those pretty lips were all swollen for me.” You can’t breathe for a completely different reason in comparison to all those minutes ago. You can smell whiskey on his breath, coupled with the smokey sweetness of the bonfire and the floral notes from his cologne.

[rassvetsky]

Drunk bob gets the very obvious rosy glow and vehemently declares to everyone that he’s not drunk

you. you have awakened the need of dropkicking bob in me. so i decided to elaborate a tiny bit in my half-asleep state! absolute light of my life ilysm

You should've seen it. 

Actually, you know what? There's no way this could be on you. Because everyone was well aware that Robert just can't hold his liquor, and you were pretty sure that those glasses of G&T didn't magically find its way into Bob's hands. Jake and Javy might take pride in their not-a-feeling-behind-these-eyes expressions but the shit-eating grin on their lips told you exactly what you needed to know. 

But you couldn't blame them if you tried. While sober Bob, the pretty wallflower who only speaks when spoken to —or when someone disrespects a woman, he's cool like that— is fun enough to be around; drunk Bob is a whole other experience. Drunk Bob is a state of mind, if you think about it. There's only so much you can experience in this world, and witnessing drunk Bob is one of the experiences in which—

"Who?! WHO?!" 

Drunk Bob is also pretty loud, yeah. 

"You, dude. You. You're drunk as hell." 

"What? That's such bullshit." he slurred, somehow a bit hyper, and if that wasn't a clear enough indicator of his mental state, the rosy glow on his cheeks definitely gave it all away. "The audacity! Accusing me of— wow. Just wow, Mickey. And I thought you and I were friends or somethin'." 

"We are friends—" 

"Only a true friend would be that truly honest!" 

"Did you just quote Shrek? That makes no sense—" 

But Robert ignored his protest, deciding instead to take a seat somewhere —which in this case happened to be right between you and Natasha, on the already not-so-spacious couch— with his arms folded across his chest and an absolutely adorable pout on his lips. 

He looked so cute, you wanted to smack him across the face with a tray. Natasha didn't seem to like him all that much at that moment, though. 

Out of instinct or whatever the hell that was, you reached out to squish his cheeks together with your hand while he was staring at a small crack on the wall— wondering if that should be a concern. Why would a wall crack by itself, anyway? He melted right against your palm nevertheless, a huff leaving his lips before he lowered himself a bit to be able to rest his head against your shoulder. "Aw, did Fanboy upset you, baby?" 

"I'm not drunk." 

"Yes you are," you chuckled, wrapping both of your arms around him this time when he shrugged and pouted a bit more. "Look at you. All rosy."

"You're rosy, shut up." he shook his head to both sides, half-heartedly trying to peel your arms off of him but pulling them close whenever he felt like you were going to actually pull away. "You're all really, really stupid. Just throwin' accusations around. And I'm even stupider because I love you all so much."

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌!𝖺𝗎 𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗎𝗓 𝖻𝗈𝖻 𝗂𝗆𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

“hello my youngest what can I do for you this pleasant morning?” you kept your eyes on your phone knowing the footsteps of your three children by heart, your husband grumbles turning over pulling the sheet up over his head.

the slapping of your six year old’s feet against the tile floor as she ran to jump into your lap, being the only thing you hear before it happens. you laugh with your daughter as your phone falls on the bed.

“haytari! you see your daddy tryna sleep.” she laughs teasingly. “i think he should wake up, no amount of sleep would fix that mug.” you burst out laughter as your husband shoots up. “i only look like this caus’a you brats.”

your middle child, eight year old mylo announces his presence, walking into your now wide open bedroom sitting at the edge of your huge bed. “if that’s what you need to tell yourself dad i support you!” kyotani growls out a “lo…” as his son pokes at his feet under the covers.

your eldest, ten year old kyara walks in skittishly, sitting at your feet. “what are we talking about in here guys?” your youngest speaks up. “dad’s ugly face.” you exclaim a ‘heihei!’ stifling your giggles as you husbands eyebrows twitch, a chastising “brat…” leaving his lips.

“it’s okay dad i still think you’re pretty.” kentaro sighs, fingers massaging his forehead, already tired from the day as he responds to kyara. “thanks key.” she smiles as if she’d accomplished something. “you’re welcome dad.” you laugh at the whole interaction, fixing hei’s bonnet.

“alright kids stop messing with your father, now what do y’all want?” hei wraps her arms around your neck, kissing your cheek as she creepily strokes your bonnet. “nothing but your love mother.” you hum unconvinced as you looked into her gleaming eyes then behind her to your other children, finding them staring back.

“yea right! what really you little gremlins?” mylo shouts no longer able to hide his excitement. “when’s our uncle coming mom!?” kentaro scoffs as you answer looking at your phone. “y’all are lucky I was just on the phone with him. he’ll be here in four hours— five if he doesn’t like his outfit probably, just enough time for y’all to get ready. I gotta do y’all hair, so go shower and brush your teeth; you all have dragon breath.”

they all jump out of your bed, rushing to their rooms. “finally damn disrespectful brats.” your husband says leaning over to kiss you. you stop him with a finger to his lips, his eyebrows furrowing as he ‘hmmps’ questioningly. “that goes for you too ken. you can kiss me all you want after.” he nods pulling away from your finger, jumping out the bed to the bathroom.

your family is sat in the living room after eating a full breakfast, watching a movie as you sit on the couch to do the kids hair, setting a pillow down on the floor, starting with mylo who’s the most willing because he likes getting his hair played with by you.

“why don’t one of you girls go to daddy to get this done quicker?” you ask parting your sons hair. your oldest fidgets, keeping her eyes on the movie. “umm no thanks mom.” you were about ask why before your youngest spoke up, her little figure lying on the couch in a relaxed manner.

“no offense mom but dad doesn’t know what he’s doing and he’s had ten years to practice. remember when he tried to do kyara’s hair last week? she looked like no one loved her, no offense kiki.” kyara glanced at her little sister before looking back at the large tv, replying. “oh um none taken i guess.”

your jaw dropped as mylo raised his hand. “i want a no offense too!” your little one complies. “no offense lo.” “none taken!” he grins making you smile at the little interaction before looking at your husband with a teasing look. he shook his head at whatever idea was going through yours, a stressed look on his face.

“heihei, why didn’t you say no offense to your dad?” the brown haired girl declares with assertion, looking to you then her father. “because i wanted him to be offended mommy.” you cackle, slapping your hand against your knee, panting to catch your breath as your husband slinks into the couch, throwing his head back. “i am sick of all of you. none of you are good people.”

after finishing their hair in different styles of braids, the doorbell rings and your husband goes to answer it. he snarls when toru pushes past him to the living room, closing the door and standing by it as he watches you all run up to toru, hugging him screaming his name.

“y/n!! my pups!!” he screams back, your husband scoffs and you roll your eyes, knowing he was going to try to bully the lanky, well dressed male. “when are you getting your own family? an’ where you taking my kids?” toru does the gesture of waving him off, a dashing smile on his face.

“why have a family when i can rent one? it’s more fun being the rich uncle anyways; i’m taking the pups shopping then to the amusement park, they should be good and tired when I bring ‘em back.” you smile thanking toru for the next few hours of quiet that he’s bringing you, he says no problem kissing your cheek as he rushes the kids out of your house, dodging the powerful smack kentaro was finna land on him.

you’re now in your bed lounging with your husband who tsks. “still don’t like that oikawa is their uncle.” you giggle raking your hand up and down his chest. “well maybe you shouldn’t have fallen for and gotten married to his best friend.“ he grumbles as you kiss at his jaw to distract him adding “at least iwa is their uncle too.”

he ‘hmmps’ leaning into your affection “that’s the only upside.” it makes you giggle, your upper half laying on his. “now tell me why you wanted those brats again?” you laugh, hitting him on the chest. “i’m not the one with the breeding kink ken~ or did you forget?” he smirks, flipping you over so he’s on top. “you’re right i did, why don’t you help me remember.” you squeal laughing as he covers you both with the blanket.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[friendlyneighorhoodchaosdemon]

"Might Be an Understatement" | Robert "Bob" Floyd

this fic is race/ hair type/ body type neutral; why does that matter? If you feel I’ve overlooked something in regard to this, no matter how “small”, please let me know!

word count | 2.8k

warnings/ notes | 18+, smut; rope bondage, blindfolds, toys, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, spanking, me spreading the service top Bob agenda, cmnf if you squint, masochistic reader/ sadistic Bob if you squint. just... there's a lot.

the culmination of this obsession is me finally writing fic again after like 6 years. hate to see it.

also this was a working title but I've yet to come up with anything better sorry!

ao3

minors please respect my wishes and do not interact with my work/ blog.

Bob presses small kisses to the back of your neck and you drop your chin to your chest, groaning softly as practiced fingers work deeper into the muscles of your shoulders. Warm hands grip you and you can’t help the shiver that runs up your spine as they start to roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, the tops of your thighs; exploring you like it’s the first time.

He leans in close to whisper against the column of your throat, the cool metal of his glasses against your heated skin making you gasp.

“I'm gonna take care of you tonight. You gonna let me?” You nod and a slight gasp passes your lips, both at the words themselves and at the breath that whispers against your skin.

He pulls away to reach behind you, one hand remaining on your waist as he opens the bedside drawer with the other. You hear him rummage around for a bit, smiling to yourself when you hear the telltale thap of rope on the carpeted floor. 

"This okay sweetheart?", he asks, brushing another kiss to the side of your neck. You hum your assent.

"Alright then; arms behind your back."

You do as he says, reaching to grab your opposite elbow in each hand and he begins binding them together. The rope scratches lightly against your skin; enough for you to know it’s there but not enough to be irritating or distracting. 

One hand comes to rest at the base of your throat, squeezing lightly and you lean into the touch, humming contentedly. Before you can drift too far, Bob pulls you flush to him, his warmth seeping into you as his body envelops yours. He reaches under your arms to pass the rope under your breasts, looping it around and around, fingers lightly grazing your nipples with each pass.

He works maddeningly, torturously slow, intentional in his movements as always; sliding the rope back and forth across your skin, making sure you feel each and every drag.

Lifting your chin to face him, he places a small peck to your lips and you smile. Knowing how much he likes to tease (and not knowing when you’ll get another chance), you clumsily surge forward to deepen the kiss. He indulges you for a moment, sliding his tongue against yours before pulling away with a lopsided smile.

“You alright there darlin’?” he asks. While the kiss had been relatively chaste, it was always easy to get lost in the way Bob kisses you and you’re already panting a little.

He slides a few fingers underneath the rope caging your ribs, ostensibly to test the knots and make sure they aren’t too tight, but his touch lingers a bit too long for it to be just that.

Placing a broad hand on your back, he guides you forward until you’re comfortably on your shoulders and knees, placing a pillow for you to rest your head on before resuming his work. 

By the time he gets to your legs, he’s given up all pretense of “just testing the knots here”, and the gentle, teasing touches have given way to firm, brazen squeezes as he binds your calves to your thighs. With a firm grip, he slowly pulls your knees apart, spreading you open to him and you shudder as the cool air ghosts over your exposed cunt.

"How you doin’ darlin’?"  he asks, mostly to check in, but you don’t miss how his voice drops when he says it.

"Would be doing a lot better if you would actually touch me already." You turn to shoot him a fake sweet smile over your shoulder. Unfazed, he returns your smile and gleefully pinches your ass, hard, chuckling at your yelp.

"I have been touching you. And I meant your hands, smart ass. No tingling or numbness right?" He’s still smiling but there’s a tinge of worry in his voice. He knows you’d tell him if something was wrong, but he always makes it a point to check anyway, just in case.

"They're fiiiine" You huff, wiggling them to demonstrate. "Bobby, come on.”

"You know, you’re pretty demanding for someone in your position." He says, pinching your other cheek before hooking his fingers into the rope binding your forearms and jerking you up and into his solid chest.

“I think if I were you, I’d be a little more… agreeable.”

“Bobby,” you whine, growing impatient with his teasing. You’d already been feeling needy before, and you know if you left it up to him he’d just spend the whole night kissing and teasing you, torturing you and keeping you just on the edge.

“Something you want honey?” he murmurs, drawl creeping out as he slides his lips against yours again. This kiss is decidedly much less chaste, and the way his tongue meets yours makes you dizzy.

“I think you know exactly what I want, Robert.” you quip, but you both know there's no bite to it.

“‘Robert’ huh? Must mean I better get to it then.” 

“Mmhmm, think so.” 

You mean for it to sound less breathy than it does, but he takes this opportunity to drag his fingers over your clit, the grin from earlier returning when you gasp against his mouth.

He gives the rope holding your wrists together one final tug before stepping back to admire his handiwork.

His hands glide along your skin as he circles you, taking in the ropes crisscrossing around your chest, binding your arms, all framing your body beautifully and his tongue sneaks out to wet his lips. The shaky breath is the only thing that betray his otherwise calm demeanor and you smirk to yourself, glad to know he’s at least a little affected by this too.

Seemingly satisfied with his inspection, he moves around to face you and for a moment he just stands there, beaming at you. He kind of looks like an actual Boy Scout; like the Bob all his friends know, sweet and unassuming. In an instant that smile is gone, replaced by the self satisfied smirk that you only see in private moments like this.

"You can't escape." 

With how securely you're bound that’s pretty clear, and any other time you would tease him for stating something so obvious, but right now his words make your stomach flip with anticipation.

He leans in closer, deep blue eyes boring into yours, daring you to look away. “You like that? Like bein’ all tied up for me, knowin' you can’t escape? Knowin' I can do whatever I want to you?”

“God yes,” you whimper. 

His gaze feels heavy as his eyes rove up and down your body before he moves out of your line of sight again.

“Close your eyes for me darlin’.” he murmurs lowly, back behind you a moment later.

The soft whisper of fabric grazes your cheek before your vision goes dark as Bob quickly secures the blindfold with a simple knot. 

“How's that feel?” he asks, placing a kiss to your temple.

You only manage a small “Good”, not trusting yourself to say anything more with how your voice wavers.

Deft fingers run up the insides of your thighs as he teases your lips apart. He presses a soft kiss to your slit as his thumb sneaks up to circle your clit and you keen against his mouth.

“And this? How’s this feel?” he murmurs lowly.

“Good, huh- uh. Also good.”

"Been wantin' to get my mouth on you all day," he mumbles into your skin, emphasizing his point with a long, slow lick. The grip on your thighs tightens as he moves to tease his thumbs slowly along your lips, smearing your slick around and making you whimper and squirm against his mouth.

“Be patient,” he chuckles, the vibrations only making you squirm even more.

You thought you’d been quiet enough, but of course he notices, because he’s Bob and he notices everything.

He slides his hands up your stomach and broad, warm palms cup your breasts, fingers grazing the rope as he lightly thumb over your pert nipples. For your part, you're helpless to do much else besides try to muffle your moans and squirm against his firm hold.

“Sound so pretty darlin’. Keep makin’ those pretty sounds for me.” he says, words muffled as his tongue sinks deeper and deeper into you. 

He’s fucking relentless now, lapping at you obscenely, grip tight on the meat of your thighs, keeping you place with seemingly little effort any time you move too much for his liking. Your toes curl when his nose bumps against your clit, unable to do anything but gasp and whine as he steadily brings you higher and higher, muscles straining uselessly against your bonds.

“You close? You gonna cum all over my face baby?”

“Y-yeah, m’close, ugh, fuck Bobby so close,” you practically sob as your legs start to shake.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need- fuck, Bobby just– please make me cum.”

You’re struggling to get breath into your lungs, tears springing in your eyes as you beg.

“Tell me what you need,” he says again, starting to withdraw.

“Fuck, Bobby, I don’t know! Just- spank me?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Spank me. Please.”

Before you can even finish getting the words out you feel a sharp sting against your ass; the sound surprises you more than the sensation and you yelp.

He leans in close to ask, “How’s that? You want it harder baby?”, kissing the side of your temple when you nod.

The second one isn’t particularly hard either, it’s not meant to be, but he isn’t gentle either as he starts a steady rhythm of hits in quick succession; too fast for you to register one before the next lands, purposefully avoiding the pattern he knows you’re looking for.  

"You’re doing so well honey. Just a few more okay?”

Calloused fingers slip back between your legs and over your clit and you arch back into him, desperate for whatever he's willing to give you. You feel like a bow string pulled taught, breath ragged, on the verge of snapping at any moment. You press your forehead to the pillow and gasp as your orgasm crashes over you, punching a long, low moan from your lungs.

He works you through it with small kitten licks, and for a moment he’s silent, save for the quiet curses under his breath.

He stills you with one hand on the nape of your neck as you tremble in a way that might’ve been embarrassing if you weren’t so completely blissed out on dopamine. His other hand hasn’t stopped, though, fingers still coaxing you through your high and you’re dimly aware of the fact that he’s definitely not finished with you.

"Still doin’ okay darlin’?” he murmurs, lightly stroking the back of your neck and pressing your fingertips between his, no doubt checking to make sure the blood rushes back. You’d honestly kind of forgotten about the ropes and pull yourself out of your haze enough to mumble some affirmation, picturing his worried face behind your blindfold.

“‘Okay’ might be a bit of an understatement.” You pant, voice muffled by the pillow, still trying to steady your breathing.

This is apparently enough to reassure him, because he redoubles his previous efforts and presses even harder against your oversensitive clit.

“In that case," he says, quickening his strokes as you roll your hips.

"I want another one.” 

You feel the blunt drag of his fingers against your walls and your eyes roll back when they find that spot inside you, stroking slowly. The hard grip on your waist is the only warning you get before he flips you onto your back, your bound knees splaying out to the side, exposing your soaked cunt even more.

“Are your arms okay?” You nod quickly, and this is the only confirmation he needs before sliding his fingers even deeper.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous like this, darlin',” he mutters, reaching to cup your face in his hand before lightly gripping your chin and capturing your lips for another slow kiss.

“Now let’s see how much more you can take.”

You hear him open the bedside drawer open again and while you're pretty sure you know what's coming next, you still can't help the shiver that races up your spine when you hear the unmistakable buzz of your Hitachi. When his fingers find you again he groans at the realization that you’re somehow even wetter than you were before. You don’t get to savor the feeling for long before he pulls away, his fingers immediately replaced by the head of the toy to your overly sensitive clit.

“Fuck, Bobby!”

He doesn’t turn it up immediately, that’s a game for another night, but he doesn't apply a light touch either. Your thighs snap closed around his hand but it does nothing to deter him; he simply adjusts the angle of his wrist, leaning up to place a kiss on your cheek as he nudges the toy up against your clit before fitting the fingers of his other hand inside you again.

It feels like his hands are everywhere; he keeps the toy pressed firmly against your clit while one hand moves to pinch and roll your nipple and you keen, already on the edge, the beginning of another orgasm starting low in your belly.

“Fuck, Bobby. please—” you’re nearly incoherent at this point, shaking.

Your hips jerk away from his touch when he finally does what you ask, fingers sinking into your heat again.

"Jesus honey, fuckin’ look at you," he says in awe and you moan, high and breathy, trying to press your hips further into his touch.

Bob typically isn't particularly sadistic in bed (not unless you ask him to be), but it’s undeniable how much me loves wringing every ounce of pleasure from your body, even if that means torturing you a little to get it.

Finally he relents, giving you a small, merciful moment of peace before asking quietly,

“Too much sweetheart? Or do you want more?”

You contemplate for a moment before answering.

"Yes. And yes." 

He pauses a moment before chuckling. “‘Yes’ it’s too much and ‘yes’ you want more?”

“Yeah,” you sigh.

"S'okay babydoll, I gotcha," he chuckles. 

His teeth lightly tease your nipples and you arch your back and lean into his touch, the moan that tears from you only egging him on further. The sensation runs through you like lightning, shaking you to your core. 

“Love it when you get all desperate like this for me, you have no idea,” He groans.

The light brush of calloused fingers against your nipples makes you shiver as his hands make their way back up your body and he squeezes again, twisting and pulling until you start to feel those familiar, wonderful sparks of pain. When you gasp he swallows your moans, pulling your hips flush to his and lazily sliding his tongue into your mouth.

He holds nothing back this time, kissing you with unhurried ease, thumbs stroking the skin below your ears and you part your lips, more than happy to let him in. The gesture is sweet but the sensation is quickly becoming too much and you’re distantly aware of the fact that you’re cumming a split second before it actually hits you. 

“Come on baby, make a mess for me.” The sweetness of his tone doesn’t betray the fact that it’s still a command. Combined with the ruthless attention he's laving your nipples with and the way he jerks the toy right up against your clit it turns out to be exactly what you need to finally push you off the edge and you let out an especially loud moan and finally, finally feel yourself fall.

He removes the blindfold and you blink a few times, letting your eyes adjust as you come back down. He's quiet again, waiting for you to process and speak first.

“That was uh… wow,” You say his name as a sigh and he smiles, leaning up to brush his nose against yours.

“Good?” and you can’t help but laugh. The man had, seconds ago, made you cum so hard you saw stars, yet here he is, pushing his glasses back up his nose, blush creeping over his cheeks, somehow worried you hadn’t been satisfied. You move up to press a light kiss to his cheek and inch your way into his side as he drapes an arm over your shoulder.

“‘Good’ might be an understatement." You smile up at him as you repeat your earlier sentiment.

You already feel sleep tugging at you and you let your eyes slip shut, just for a second, promising to return the favor when you wake.

[beachbabey]

daddy!bob with a little who’s purposefully not listening to him?? 🥺🥺

this was so cute to write and EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE

thank you for the ask bubby <3 <3

Sitting on the kitchen counter, You watch Bob prepare lunch for the both of you, you're idly swinging your legs from your position atop one of the counters next to him, chomping on a slice of apple that he gave to you, swinging your legs a little harder, your heels hitting the wood of the cupboard below you. Bobby stops what he's doing and waits for a moment, giving you time to stop your actions yourself, when you don't, he resumes his preparation, chopping up vegetables, not looking at you as he speaks

“No more of that please, sweetheart.” He hums, but his request falls on deaf ears as you continue striking the cupboard door with your feet. Bobby glances up at you, feeling his patience beginning to wear now that he knows you're outright disobeying a simple ask.

“Darling. Stop.” He uses a clear, slow voice, waiting for you to finally listen and behave.

You look up at him with big, innocent eyes, your feet slowly coming to a stop, wiggling them up and down instead of hitting the door. You huff to yourself quietly, feeling that familiar prick of mischief come over you, watching him carefully to see how much you think you could get away with, you wait for him to turn around and focus on cooking before swinging your feet back to bang the door once more. But instead of a telling off or raised voice, this time you're met with a stern stare and a firm tap to the side of your thigh, strong enough to startle you but not hurt, leaving a warming sting on the affected skin for a few seconds.

“Get down and out of the kitchen, go to your room and stay in there until I call you” He uses a flat and uncompromising tone, an irritated expression on his face. But even despite his annoyance, he still helps you off the counter, swiftly and gently bringing you to your feet and guiding you to the doorway. Watching you leave to ensure you went up the stairs and not to the living room to watch tv. And although you whine and grumble quietly, you know better than to go against his words now, especially with a tone as final as that.

[mangokittokatsu]

slides you a $50

pls i’m thinking and need bobby helping regressed reader when they’re sick :( like you regress to a really small age like one or two and you’re completely non verbal, all you can usher out is “dada”.

mixed with the sickness it makes you so fussy and tearful to the point where all you need is skin on skin with bobby and him running you a hot bath and just taking care of you and i just AAAAAAH

i love you the mostest my love 🥺🥺 <33

Sebby lovely!! 🥺💕 I'm so so sorry this took me so long!!!! I wrote like 800 words for this over the course of December since you sent this in and then had horrible writer's block and I wanted to make this a long piece, but then tonight for some reason was struck with an insane amount of motivation and cranked out the remainder in like 2 hours. I hope you enjoy it lovely!!!! 🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 @sebsxphia

Hush Little Darling

Robert "Bob" Floyd x Little! Reader

WC: 3.1k

Tags: Age regression, fluff, sickness (nothing graphic), nightmares

The morning sun was creeping in through the curtains of your bedroom where Bob was already sitting up in bed, reading his most recent book of choice while you still slept next to him. It was one of his only days off of the week and as such, he was going to spend every minute of it with you. He glanced over at you with a small look of worry as you let out a soft whine as your eyes fluttered open. He had expected you to be waking up soon, what he didn’t anticipate however was for you to roll over and press yourself into his side with a soft whimper, instantly alarming him to your overheated body and how your hair was sticking to your sweaty forehead. He set his book down on the nightstand, not even worrying about placing a bookmark, and pressed his hand to your face with a slight frown before pulling back. A shiver wracked your frame as you desperately tried to burrow further into him and he pulled you closer, wrapping the blankets tighter around you. 

“You not feeling good bunny?” He spoke to you in a soft voice, knowing that if you had a fever you likely had a headache on top of it.

You just looked up at him with teary eyes, sniffling as you managed to cry out a hoarse “dada!” before the tears spilled over onto your cheeks. 

Bob instantly pulled you up into his arms, shushing you gently as you buried your face into his neck with a whine, clinging to him tightly and pulling the collar of his shirt into your mouth to chew on in an attempt to soothe yourself. He rocked you slowly for a few minutes before you sniffled too hard in irritation at your runny nose, suddenly pulling yourself away from him as you sent yourself into a painful sounding coughing fit. Bob rubbed your back through it, gathering you back up in his arms with a sympathetic coo as you slumped against him once it passed, turning your face into his chest and throwing your arms around his neck as your tears came back in full force. Your throat felt like it was on fire and your body ached, the coughing fit certainly not helping either one. Your shirt was sticking to your sweaty skin yet you felt like you were freezing. Bob softly placed a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms tighter around you and shifting you both over to the edge of the bed, setting his feet on the floor. 

“Hey baby girl,” he guided your head away from his chest to look at your face as he gently stroked his thumb across your cheeks, wiping away some of your tears, “let’s go get you out of these sweaty clothes and take a warm bath, huh? Does that sound good? It might help clear up all the icky stuff in your nose and chest too.”

You look up at him with glassy eyes, shoving your face back into his chest as you sluggishly reposition yourself to be straddling his hips and throwing your arms back around his neck. He takes your movement as a silent agreement, he’s about to stand up when he has the last second thought to grab the spare throw blanket across the foot of the bed and wrap it around you, knowing you’d quickly get cold without it once he set you down to run the bath. He carries you to the en suite and attempts to set you on the counter, immediately scooping you back up into his arms and soothing you as you start to fuss at the prospect of being set down and no longer touching him, “ok, ok I won’t set you down, I’ve got you, don’t worry bunny. Dada’s got you.” 

He maneuvers himself to sit on the edge of the tub, balancing you both carefully as he manages to turn on the tub with one hand and rocks you against him as he waits for it to warm up, soft tendrils of steam coming off the surface, before he reaches into the tub to close the drain and pours in an undetermined amount of lavender bubble bath. He stands up and brings you over to the counter, his hand coming up to the edge of your shirt, “I’m gonna get you undressed now ok? Can dada set you down so he can do it quick so you don’t get cold?” He waits a few seconds before he feels a small nod from you against his neck, gently setting you on the counter as you whine at the loss of his warmth and scent, a shiver running through your body again.

“I know little one, I’ll make it real quick and then you’ll be nice and warm in the bath and I’ll join you too, gonna stay with you the whole time.” He soothes you as he makes quick work of your sweaty clothes, dropping them into the hamper, his own sweatpants following shortly after, before he lifts you back into his arms. Bob lets out a concerned hum at the heat of your bare skin against his, letting you press yourself impossibly closer to him in his arms for a moment as he carefully steps into the tub and lowers you both down into the warm water. You instantly relax further against him, letting out a soft coo as the hot water soothes the aches of your body and the lavender works to slightly clear up the congestion in your chest. Bob eventually grabs the baby shampoo from next to the tub as the water starts to cool some and gently starts to work it through your slightly sweat matted hair. Logically he knows it’ll be just as sweaty again later, but at least for right now you’ll be nice and clean. He brings his hands down to the water to rinse them off before wrapping his arms back around you, “I’m gonna drain the tub and get us all rinsed off now ok?” 

You let out a whine at the thought of the warm water disappearing from around you, shoving yourself further into Bob’s chest as it flows down the drain. He keeps you both sitting in the tub as he turns the tap back on, letting it run to fully warm back up before pulling the switch and covering you both in a steaming spray of water while he begins to rinse the shampoo out of your hair. He massages your scalp gently, hoping the gentle touches soothe some of the fever induced headache away, whispers of sweet nothings and comforts slipping past his lips the entire time. Your head eventually falling against his shoulder, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed, no matter how good the warm water felt against you and your aching body. Bob lets out a soft hum, pressing a kiss to the top of your wet head, deeming your hair rinsed enough to get out of the tub as he reaches to turn off the shower and carefully stand you both up. He thanks whatever god that may exist that he thought ahead for your protest of the cold air as he pulls the shower curtain open, tears of discomfort and exhaustion springing to your eyes even as he wraps your fluffiest towel around you, your hands instantly reaching back out for him from where he’s sat you on the counter. 

Bob dries you off quickly and securely wraps the towel around you before giving himself a quick once over, barely bothering to dry his hair just enough to stop it from dripping off his short curls before scooping you back up into his arms and carrying you back to bed. He sets you down in front of him, running a comb through your hair and quickly putting it in a loose braid to keep it from getting tangled and out of your face. He softly kisses the top of your head with a whisper of, “Be right back Bunny, dada’s just going over to the dresser to grab some pjs, I’m still right here, not leavin’ ya at all.”

He digs through the drawers before pulling out a simple pair of sleep shorts for you and a pair of sweatpants for himself, knowing you’d likely want skin to skin contact with the amount of discomfort you were in and just how little you were. He grabs your pink pacifier with Thumper the rabbit on it almost on autopilot, pausing for a split second before reaching back into the dresser and pulling out your softest romper, a simple pastel color block and made of a thick but incredibly soft cotton, just in case. A soft whimper draws his attention back to you on the bed, you had turned to watch him with wide, glassy eyes and he noticed your bottom lip starting to tremble ever so slightly as tears began to slip down your reddened cheeks, a sign he was taking too long away from you. Bob slipped his sweatpants on in record speed and hurried back over to your side, cupping your face, smoothing his thumb along your cheek and kissing your forehead, “Shh Bunny it’s ok, Dada’s got you, ‘m sorry I took so long getting pjs, c’mere let me get you dressed.”

You lean towards him, letting him position you as he needed to in order to get your shorts on before grasping onto him after he slips your pacifier in your mouth, pressing your bare chest against his and nestling your face into his neck with a hiccuping sigh, letting some of the discomfort bleed out of you as it was overwhelmed by the safety and comfort of your Bobby’s arms. He grabs your soft blanket and wraps it snugly around your shoulders before hoisting you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carries you to the kitchen. He rummages through the fridge, a soft “ah ha!” filling the quiet air around you as he pulls out an applesauce pouch from the drawer, cracking the top off before easing your paci out of your mouth again, holding the applesauce to your lips only for you to turn your head away from it with a whine. Bob lets out a soft sigh, gently trying to coax you into taking it, “c’mon little one, you have to eat a little something so you can feel better. If you eat this I’ll get you some juice too ok?”

The promise of juice spurs you into reluctantly taking the pouch into your mouth, a soft smile spreading across Bob’s face, pressing a kiss to your warm cheek and murmuring praises to you, “that’s my baby girl, doing so good for me. Ya don’t gotta eat it all right now, just a little bit is ok, good Bunny.”

You ate as much of the pouch as your stomach would allow, which wasn’t much, but Bob was just happy he was able to get anything in your system. Staying true to his promise he filled a sippy cup with apple juice, offering it to you only for you to reach back for your paci again, your upset stomach not able to handle anything else at the moment. Bob let out a sympathetic coo in understanding, easily slipping it back into your mouth as he carried you over to the couch, settling you down on top of him and pulling another blanket over the two of you. Your skin was still too warm for his liking, a flush coloring the tops of your cheeks as you burrowed impossibly closer to him, tears starting to well in your eyes again as the aches of your body make themselves known once again after being calmed by the warm bath. Bob let his hand rest at the nape of your neck, gently scratching through the baby hairs there that had already escaped your braid, soothing you into sleep again despite the shivers that started to make their way through your body again, Bob pulling the blankets tighter around you. 

Bob wasn’t sure how much time had passed with you in a light but peaceful sleep on his chest, scrolling aimlessly on his phone as he held you close. It wasn’t until he was startled back to reality by a cry that he even realized he had fallen asleep as well, his brain instantly fully waking up as he took in your shaking, whimpering form on his chest. Your face was scrunched up in a mixture of pain and fear, your paci slipped out of your mouth and now laying against Bob’s bicep as you cried out again in your fever induced nightmare, a thin layer of sweat once again coating your flushed skin. Bob carefully sat up so you both were partially upright, hands sliding up your bare back to scratch at your scalp and gently swipe his thumbs across your cheeks.

“C’mon baby girl, wake up for me darlin’, it’s just a bad dream”, Bob soothed you, urging you awake, sighing in relief as your eyes blinked open, unfocused and filled with tears, “there’s my Bunny, you’re safe. It was just bad dream, dada’s got you, you’re safe.”

You clung onto his words but they weren’t enough to squash down the fears that still flashed in your mind every few seconds. You looked at him and blinked once, twice, before the dam broke inside you with a cry, “Dada!”

You pressed your face aggressively into the hand still resting on your cheek as heavy, painful sounding sobs wracked your body. Bob instantly pulled your face into his neck, letting you sob against his skin as he rocked you side to side and shushed you softly, trying to get you to settle before you tore up your already sore throat even more or made yourself sick from your gasps of air in between sobs, he could already hear your voice getting more hoarse with each passing cry out for him. As your cries slowly died down Bob eased your paci back into your mouth when he noticed you mouthing at the skin of his shoulder, looking for something to help soothe you. He continued rocking you as you slumped against him, your face buried back into his neck as you continued to take shuddering, hiccuping breaths, although they were getting less frequent. He could still feel fresh tears landing against his skin before he gently pulled your face away from him to look at you, still silently crying, “there we go little one, that’s good. Do you wanna go back to bed?”

You just nodded at him with a sniffle and a hiccup, throat too sore to do anything else, as you felt another wave of fresh tears spring to your eyes, the exhaustion caused by your nightmare and subsequent sobbing settled true and deep into you now. Bob simply scooped you up from the couch as he stood, grabbing your nearly forgotten sippy cup of juice off the coffee table and making sure the blanket wouldn't fall off your shoulders on the trek back to your bedroom. He settled you down on the bed, you were too exhausted to notice him briefly stepping away to turn on the box fan you kept in the corner of the room and to grab you some medicine from the bathroom. Bob returned to the bed, gently sitting you up and smiling softly as you looked at him with hazy doe eyes and holding out a small measuring cup filled with medicine, even in your exhausted state you still crinkled your nose in disgust at it, clearly displeased by just the notion of it. Bob let out a soft chuckle, “I know baby girl, but you’ve gotta take it, it’ll help you feel better. And look! I even have your juice right over there.”

He pointed over at the sippy cup now sitting on your nightstand, trying to talk you into taking the horribly fruit flavored medicine. You quickly decided you were too tired to put up much of a fight, begrudgingly letting Bob take your paci out of your mouth and help you quickly take it. You let out a disgusted cough as a few fresh tears slipped down your cheeks, still red and splotchy from both your fever and your sobbing after your nightmare. However, Bob was prepared, already handing you your juice to wash the taste out of your mouth before more tears could make themselves known. He let you have your fill of the juice, although truthfully it was only a few sips, before he slipped your paci back into your mouth. He was about to climb into bed with you when he thought about the romper he had grabbed earlier, long forgotten where he had tossed it to the head of the bed until now. He picked it up from by the pillows, holding it up in front of you as you looked more and more drowsy by the minute, “do you wanna wear your romper to bed, Bunny? It’s your super soft one with the pretty pastel colors.”

A slightly dopey smile spread across your face from under your paci as you slowly but eagerly nodded, a matching smile making its way to Bob’s face as he realized that the medicine was already helping you feel a little better. He slipped your romper on, quickly turning around to the dresser to grab your matching paci clip, clipping it to the collar of the romper and the other end to the paci sleepily hanging between your lips. He gently pushed it back into your mouth with a soft chuckle, taking a minute to look at you after he was done, admiring you and just how he got so damn lucky to have you in his life. He settled down in bed, guiding you to lay next to him, cuddled up into his side with one of his arms wrapped protectively around you as he murmured into your hair, “go to sleep Bunny, I’m not leavin’ anytime soon, gonna be right here when you wake up, I promise. I love you so much.”

He placed a soft kiss to your head as he felt your breathing even out, relieved to feel that your body was slightly less warm against his than it was earlier. He knew he’d likely get whatever bug you had, and that you would likely wake up still sick once the meds wore off, but none of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered was that you were finally sleeping peacefully after a day full of discomfort and pain, and that was the most important thing in the world to him.

[chalamet-hl]

No one's ever had me, not like you... ✨❤️‍🔥

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Wonderstruck Pt. 2

(Pt. 1)

Gallery II Taglist Application II Symbol Guide

Summary: In following her out into the night after her hasty exit, Joseph Liebgott has flipped Alix's entire world on its head. But maybe, just maybe, she doesn't mind. A/N: THERE'S A PLOT, I PROMISE, THERE'S A PLOT!!!! Dedication: To my dear friend @brassknucklespeirs who encourages my bad behavior. Consider this your payback for hurting my heart & calling me out with "No Shame"🤭💖 WARNINGS: SMUT (18+), Hurt/Comfort, Unsafe sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT, Y'ALL, OR I'M COMING FOR YOUR KNEECAPS 🤬🤬🤬), Trust issues, Implied abuse (nothing graphic), everybody cusses like a sailor but y'all knew that Taglist: @latibvles @softguarnere @brassknucklespeirs @mccall-muffin @holdingforgeneralhugs

8 Months Earlier: January 8th, 1944. Aldbourne, England.

It wasn’t until Alix made it outside of the lobby and into the icy chill of the English winter that she realized she’d forgotten her coat.

The wind was harsh, stinging her bare skin, and she rubbed her arms in a vain attempt to ward off its bite as she began the long walk home.

“Kinda hard to 'go for a smoke' without your cigs, ain’t it?” a familiar voice called into the night as the door squeaked shut behind him, forcing Alix to stop in her tracks.

Goddamn it. 

The agent huffed, gathering her courage before turning to face Joe, the small cloud of her breath still hanging in the frosty air behind her. 

She'd intended to speak but no sound came out. 

After all, what was there to say? 

“I lied and ran off because I’m scared to get involved with you, in case you’re already involved with someone else?"

Yeah, that would go over like a ton of bricks. 

A Martinelli doesn’t show weakness, Alix remembered her father scolding her when she’d dissolved into tears after Clay’s numerous, public infidelities. Not now, not ever. 

So she said nothing, arms crossed, her ruby-red lips pressed into a tense line as she studied the paratrooper who'd come out after her.

Joe was standing just outside the building's overhang, hands shoved deeply into his pockets as he leaned against the building's outer wall, Alix's navy-blue coat draped over one shoulder. 

His deep brown puppy eyes traced over her features so softly, as though there was something worth seeing in them…in her…

Alix crossed her arms even tighter around herself, dropping her gaze to the cobblestones. Anything to avoid those sweet, puppy-dog eyes. 

She hated the way he looked at her, like she was the sun: something brilliant, worthy of kindness and reverence, and a million other sweet sentiments she didn't feel she deserved. 

How could anyone look at her like that after the things she'd done?

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4 Years Earlier: August 18th, 1940. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

With a shout of obscenities in Italian, her father Emilio, had burst into their parlor, slamming a stack of men’s magazines and pinup calendars down onto the mahogany coffee table in front of her with such force that the whole table shook.

“What in God’s name is this?” he demanded, stabbing an accusatory finger at a Beauty Parade drawing of her in a slinky evening gown cut practically down to her navel, her cleavage nearly spilling out as she leaned on a piano.

“And this!” A page torn from the Esquire calendar depicting a provocatively-posed Alix as Miss July, lounging on a beach towel in an impossibly tiny two-piece. 

“And this!” A Titter centerfold featuring a blushing Alix with the skirt of her sundress snagged in a door, revealing her garters and a tantalizing flash of white lace panties.

“Is this what you've been doing while you're away?” her father bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. “We send you to Richmond for finishing school and you become a prostitute?!" 

"No, Pa, I-"

"Basta! Non dire cazzate, you got that? Don't fucking bullshit me!"  

"They're just pin-up drawings! It's not like I'm naked-" 

"You think that makes it better?!"

Her father grabbed one of the calendars off the table and waved it in front of her face.

"Do you see this shit? This is the shit roughnecks carry with them out to the oil fields every day! Is that who you want to be, Alix, some workmen’s tart for them to gawk at, like a piece of meat?! You want your name– OUR name– associated with the likes of them?!"

"I didn't even use my real name for those!” Alix shot back, her temper flaring. 

Her parents were strict but even still: she’d had a taste of freedom and she’d be damned if she’d be caged ever again. 

“Pa, I’m careful, I swear! I give false names every time! Hell, I’ve even worn wigs!"

"And what, you think that's going to keep people from recognizing you?! Ci fai o ci sei?!"

"No, I'm not stupid, Pa! Look, I-"

"Zitta! We did not name you after royalty so that you could parade around like a whore and humiliate this family! We’ve got a reputation to uphold and I am not about to have it ruined because of you! Capisce?"

Without waiting for an answer, he threw the calendar down onto the ground and began to pace across the floor, muttering and massaging his temple with his hand. 

“Santa Maria,” he all but spat, shaking his head at his prodigal daughter with disgust.

“We can only pray the Hearsts don’t hear of this. Because who in God’s name would want to marry you now, knowing the…the filth you’ve involved yourself in?!”

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8 Months Earlier: January 8th, 1944. Aldbourne, England.

 Joe broke the tension first, clearing his throat uncomfortably, and Alix jumped at the sound. 

Tentatively, he draped her coat around her shoulders, as though she were a bomb set to detonate any second. 

Just like everybody else in the company.

Alix drew the dark material tightly around her for protection from the elements. 

“How’d you know?” she asked softly, glancing up to him nervously before her eyes darted away again. 

How did you know that was my coat? 

How did you know where I’d be? 

How do you know me so well without ever having known me?

Joe rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“I ain’t a spy or anythin’ but I ain't fuckin’ blind either,” he remarked, attempting a smile but it came off more as a grimace of self-loathing.

“I noticed you when I came in. I remembered the coat you wore. It…” 

He huffed for a second, his breath clouding the frosty air, before finishing simply, “It looked good on you.”

“Thanks,” Alix murmured before retrieving her cigarettes and glancing back up to Joe, extending an olive branch.

"You want one?"

He cocked an eyebrow and hesitated for a moment, before asking, "What kind?" 

"Chesterfields," Alix replied with a half-smile, passing the white and gold carton over to him. "I'm under contract."

Was it just the dim lighting of the street lamps or did she see the ghost of a smile cross his face? 

"Ya got good taste," he remarked simply before plucking a cigarette from the carton and retrieving a lighter from his pocket. 

He leaned over to give hers a light first, the both of them painfully aware of how close their faces were once again. 

The unacknowledged memory of the almost-kiss from earlier lingered between them like the rolling fog over the crop fields and Alix wondered if he could hear the thump-thump-thumping of her heart at the thought, even now.

“You coulda just told me, y’know," he mumbled after the first drag, sounding so unusually quiet and hesitant, so unlike the brash, cocky front he tried to keep up, that for a second, his words didn't even register.

"Told you what, Joey?" 

The agent flinched at the way her voice sounded. Brittle, like broken glass.

But she couldn't help it. Her resolve was waning.

As she took a drag to steady herself, Joe's head jerked up in surprise at her words, brown eyes wide. 

"Joey, huh?" he repeated, ignoring her question as the corner of his mouth starting to quirk up in his trademark goofy grin. "Nobody's ever called me that before." 

Alix started to apologize automatically but Joe shook his head. 

"Don't," he chided gently. "I like it. But-" 

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Think I'd like anything that comes outta that pretty mouth of yours."

"Awful quick with the lines tonight, aren't we?" Alix tried to sound nonchalant but there was a notable edge to her voice that caused Joe's brows to knit with concern.

"That a problem?" 

"Of course not," Alix replied coolly, the smoke from her last drag curling into the air between them like a momentary barrier.

"I just know your type is all." 

Joe gritted his teeth at her insinuation.

"Yeah?” he asked tersely. “And what type's that?" 

“The type that gives their girl back home the runaround while they're off chasing tail and chasing glory."

A vein popped in his jaw at the insinuation.

"You think you got me all figured out, huh?” he snapped tersely. "Well you don't. I've never gone steady with anybody, okay? I don't have the fuckin' time!" 

He shook his head in frustration.

"I been workin' two jobs, helpin' out my folks and lookin' out for my siblings since I was a fuckin' teenager. Yeah I slept around a little bit here and there, I'm not gonna bullshit you, but I never gave anybody the fuckin' runaround, okay? I'm not Skinny and I sure as fuck ain't Tab." 

Alix blinked in shock at his outburst as she absorbed his words, but Joe wasn't done. 

"And y'wanna know why I joined the Airborne?" he demanded.

He took a quick drag, the exhale coming just as fast.

"Wasn't for shits and giggles, lemme tell ya. It was so I could save enough money to put a fuckin' down payment on a house for my folks. That's why. Not glory, not girls, okay? My fuckin' family. 

He took another puff of his cigarette, golden-brown eyes now studying the darkened landscape behind her before discarding it under his heel. 

Alix tensed. Taking a slow drag off her own cig, she hoped quietly that the slightly bitter, hazy taste would clear her racing thoughts. But it didn't. 

Boy, did she feel stupid. 

"Look, Joe, I-I'm sorry," she mumbled, staring at the ground and tossing her cigarette away, her muscles taut as she braced for some sort of fight. 

Conflict was a regular feature of her life growing up. Her father was a wild and wealthy womanizer and her melancholic mother socially prominent and heavily religious. When they clashed, which was often, the walls of their estate shook with the bellowing, doors slamming, and glass breaking.

A marriage of convenience, yes, but a match made in hell. 

Her first real boyfriend…her former fiancé…had been much the same. Alix had learned very quickly that Clayton Hearst did not tolerate mouthiness.

That was probably why her father had chosen him for a match— to keep his wayward daughter in line. It hadn't stopped Alix from fighting back but it made for some very rough arguments. 

Fortunately, Clay had left for the Marines while she was still in school, allowing Alix a small reprieve from their near-constant fighting. 

The Dear Jane letter she'd gotten in the mail a month later had only proven to her what she'd already known deep-down: 

Clay had never loved her. Hell, he'd never even liked her. The still-healing bruises from their parting arguments were proof enough of that. And just like her father, he'd rather spend his leave time cavorting with other women instead of remaining faithful to the one he was supposed to love. 

The soft percussion of boots on pavement shook Alix out of her reverie and she jumped. But to her surprise, Joe's approach wasn't angry. Not at all. 

Instead, she felt calloused fingers gently tilting her chin up to look him in the eyes and she flinched. But instead of the fury she'd come to expect, she saw only concern reflected back at her. 

“I don’t know what asshole taught you that that’s how men are,” he said softly. “But I can fuckin’ promise you, that ain't how I am. You'll see." 

Alix knew she shouldn't but the sincerity in Joe’s tone tugged at her heartstrings in a way she hadn’t expected and even with all her reservations, she couldn't help but believe him. 

She was suddenly, painfully aware of his proximity, his face so tantalizingly near that she could smell the dizzying sweetness of the alcohol on his breath mingling with the faint smoke of his last cigarette. 

Alix's eyes raked across his features: the intensity of his warm caramel gaze, his finely-drawn cheekbones, his strong aquiline nose, and she couldn't help but linger on the smile tugging at his lips, each thud of her heartbeat chanting the same thing like a mantra:

Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him. 

"You gonna kiss me or what?" Joe teased softly, as if he could read her mind. 

The slight gravel of his voice sent a tingle of pleasure down her spine and Alix knew then, as surely as she knew her own name, that kissing Joe Liebgott would be sealing her own fate, allowing herself to need him in a way she hadn’t wanted to need anyone ever again. 

But in that moment, a decision was made: 

It would be worth it. 

So in response, Alix gave in to her impulses and pressed her lips earnestly to his with all of the sweet desperation that had been building up inside her since their eyes had first met days earlier.

Before she’d even known his name, a part of her had wanted to do this and the fact that it was actually happening had her head spinning in the best way.

Joe’s lips were soft, far softer than she’d expected them to be and they moved instinctively against hers in perfect synchronicity, anticipating her needs as naturally as he had on the dancefloor. 

Alix reached up and ran her fingers through his thick copper hair, the intoxicating musk of his cologne and the feel of his arms sliding around her waist sending warmth blossoming through her like a blazing hearth in the winter chill.

Deepening the kiss, her tongue tentatively prodded his half-parted lips and he tangled a hand in her hair, intensifying their embrace. 

Kissing Joe was like a drug, the syrupy-sweetness of the alcohol on his tongue and the searing heat of his mouth on hers stirred something in her she'd never before experienced. 

The warmth between them was slowly building, spreading like a wildfire, and even the sudden, frigid downpouring of sleet couldn't sour the elation they felt in each other's arms. 

“You gotta be shittin’ me,” Joe chuckled in between kisses, deftly flipping the collar up on his jacket with his free hand.

“What’s wrong, flyboy?” Alix quipped, her hair now coated in the frozen slush. “Afraid of a little winter weather?” 

“Nah," he scoffed with a teasing nip at her bottom lip. "But if I catch a fuckin' cold ‘cause of it, I’m makin’ you take care of me.”

"Yeah?" the agent joked, returning the nip playfully. "Why me?" 

"'Cause I ain't foolin' around with Roe." 

Alix couldn't even respond, reluctantly having to tear herself away due to her uncontrollable shivering.

"I should p-probably get g-going," Alix managed from between chattering teeth.

Both her coat and dress had already been soaked through with the freezing water and the harsh wind was biting at her through the trees.

"B-Before it g-gets worse." 

"Not like this we're fuckin' not," Joe declared, gently guiding Alix under the overhang. "We'll catch our deaths."

"You-You don't have to come," Alix replied, wrapping her arms around herself in a vague attempt to conserve whatever body heat hadn't already fled. 

"Like hell I don't," Joe responded stubbornly, crossing his arms to keep himself warm as well.

"If you think I'm gonna let you walk home alone in the middle of the night, and in this weather on top of it, you're outta your fuckin' mind." 

He was shivering too but he still took off his half-soaked coat and wrapped it around Alix's already-soaked coat anyway. 

"What...What do you recommend then?" 

Instead of answering, Joe opened the door to the White Rose again. 

"Lemme take care of it, dollface." he called over his shoulder as he slipped inside. "Don't miss me too much." 

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About five minutes later, Joe reappeared, dangling a room key with a triumphant grin on his face. 

"C'mon Ziskeit," he urged, wrapping an arm around her and guiding her inside where it was warmer. "I told ya I'd take care of it!" 

"How did you manage that?" Alix asked incredulously, once she'd stopped shivering so violently. "They don't rent to unmarried couples, do they? It'd be improper!" 

As if to answer her question, when they passed the concierge desk, the clerk gave them an enthusiastic parting wave. 

"Enjoy your Honeymoon, Corporal and Mrs. Liebgott!" 

Alix turned to Joe, wide-eyed. 

"Joey, you didn't-!" 

But Joe shot her a wink. 

"What can I say? I got creative." 

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Their room at the White Rose was a bit on the smaller side, right next to the first floor stairwell, and most importantly, it was warm but Alix wouldn't have noticed the difference if it had been a suite at the Waldorf.

Joe's lips pressed urgently against hers and together, they stumbled as one through the doorway in a frenzy of desire, each kissing the other as though their lives depended on it.  

"You been drivin' me crazy all night, y'know that?" Joe mumbled haltingly against her lips as he fumbled blindly for the door knob.  

"Have I?" Alix asked innocently, lightly nipping at his bottom lip before peeling off her coat and tossing it to the ground.

“Don’t fuckin’ play with me, Zees," he cautioned, pressing her back up against the closed door, which rattled its complaint.

"But why, Joey?" Alix purred seductively, reeling him in by his tie just to brush her lips tantalizingly against his and slip away before he could kiss her. 

"It's so much fun to tease you."

"Yeah?" She could hear the smirk in his rough voice but what she hadn’t expected was to feel him behind her. 

Catching her hand as he spoke, Joe deftly tugged her back to him and she yielded, allowing him to pin her against the opposite wall instead with a dull thump, caging her between his arms.

"’Cause I bet it's gonna be a whole lot more fun to tease you.”

He started with her jawline, his kisses torturously gradual as he made his way down her arching neck, the heat of his breath sending goosebumps prickling down her limbs. 

Locating her sweet spots with relative ease, he latched on, sucking a small trail of love bites into the delicate skin, pulling a breathy moan from Alix’s throat before she could stop it.

He was smirking against the blossoming bruises, she could feel it, and she eagerly nipped a row of matching marks into his neck in return, around the chain of his dog tags, the resulting guttural groan from him making her a little weak in the knees. 

His kisses traveled further down at a maddening crawl, making Alix squirm with impatience.

He was keeping her caged against the wall on purpose, forcing her to allow him to take the lead and for an agent so used to being the pursuer, the honeytrap, in-command at all times, she could’ve screamed in frustration. 

Sensing her impatience, he captured her mouth in another desperate, heated kiss and she pressed her whole body flush against him with an almost-feline grace.

Slow as pouring honey, she dragged herself agonizingly against him, making sure he felt every inch of her from her breasts to her hips and ass up against him.

She could feel the curve of his hard cock straining through his trousers as it lightly prodded her thigh–– and the sensation inflamed her like a cat in heat.

Tugging him nearer by his tie a second time, Alix leaned just close enough for her warm breath to ghost along the shell of his ear. 

“Fuck, I need you, Joey,” she moaned breathily, running a teasing hand over the bulge in his pants and making him shudder from the contact. “I need you so bad.”

“Okay now that,” Joe groaned at her touch. “That’s just fuckin’ cruel.”

“Then do something about it,” Alix purred and that was all the paratrooper needed to hear. 

Joe could be a very petty and proud man, but even so: he wasn’t superhuman.

Scooping her up in his deceptively-strong arms, Alix let out a small yelp of surprise as Joe moved her away from the wall and began backing her towards the bed, their lips crashing against each other’s again and again as they stumbled to it, throwing off their clothes as they went. 

Joe’s tie, her dress, his shirt, her heels, they all were strewn somewhere on the way but neither of them noticed where.

The backs of Alix’s knees hit the bed and Joe gave her a gentle push, easing her onto it, the mattress springs creaking softly.

 But for all his earlier cockiness, the paratrooper was rendered completely awestruck by her nearly-naked form, and he took a step back for a moment, simply standing there in his skivvies, gazing at her in pure disbelief. 

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he whispered finally, his eyes roving down her lounging body on the mattress, absorbing the image as though he couldn’t quite believe she was real.

Alix propped herself up on her elbows to give him a better view. Her bra was long gone– tossed to the floor nearby– and all that remained on her were her black garter belt, and matching stockings.

Suddenly, Alix found herself feeling more nervous than she ever had before. Modeling was impersonal. This wasn’t like that at all.

None of the artists had ever looked at her the way Joe was looking at her now, so…so reverently and yet so ravenously at the same time.

Come to think of it, no man she’d ever met had looked at her like that before, with such a mixture of carnal desire and awestruck admiration, and it was driving her wild in the best way. 

She needed him. In whatever way he wanted, Alix knew she needed him.

As if he could read her thoughts, he walked to the edge of the bed and gently nudged her legs apart with his hand. 

Alix must’ve looked surprised because he gave her a playful wink and settled between her thighs as though he'd always been, the look of pure desire in his eyes sending a tingling sensation to her most sensitive parts. 

Shifting the pillows so she could have a better vantage point, Alix could see even from there that Joe’s pupils were blown with lust and she could feel herself reddening under his gaze.

“You just sit back and relax up there, Ziskeit,” he entreated her, the old cocky, flirtatious Liebgott grin she’d seen earlier in the evening returning once again.

“This is gonna be fun.” 

“Joey, you don’t have to…” Alix began softly but the feeling of his lips nipping and kissing the inside of her thighs killed the rest of the words in her throat. 

God, he was good. 

He left a burning path of love bites from her hip bones down her inner thighs, causing her to whine impatiently at the dull ache blooming between her legs. 

He was driving her crazy and he knew it too, damn him.

Alix’s breath hitched as Joe eased her panties to the side with a finger. 

"God, you're fuckin' soaked," he breathed and Alix felt her heartbeat quickening at the lewdness dripping from his words. 

But even underneath the obscenity and voraciousness of his tone, there was an underlying sweetness too.

“You sure you wanna do this, Ziskeit?” he asked tentatively, meeting her eyes and suddenly seeming almost nervous.

“We don’t have to, y’know…I’ll understand, if you don’t…”

Alix frowned. 

Had she misread his signals the whole night? Was he just here because he was mollifying her?

“Do you not want to?” 

His eyebrows shot up immediately and he sat back on his knees. 

“You kiddin’ me? Of course I want to! I just didn’t want you to think-”

“I don’t,” Alix interrupted, knowing instinctively what he was going to say. “I don’t think that, not at all.”

He nodded his acknowledgement and returned to his prone position between her legs.

"Oh, by the way," he remarked nonchalantly, looking up with a positively sinful grin.

"You're gonna be cumming at least twice before we do anythin’ else." 

Alix’s eyes must’ve looked like saucers.

“U-Uh,” she stammered, knowing beyond the shadow of a doubt now that her face was a deep crimson.

“One thing, before you start. Um…I’ve never…y’know…Not from this…or anything, really. I don’t even know if I can…”

Joe’s eyes were as round as hers as understanding set in. 

“Wait, never?” he asked incredulously and Alix shook her head with a nervous titter, suddenly feeling extremely shy.

“Nope.” 

Clayton had never been the type to care about her pleasure and the others had been similarly apathetic.

Truthfully, she hadn’t even known sex was supposed to be enjoyable until Lavinia from St. Mary’s had shared stories of her romps in the woods with one of the boys from St. Ignatius. 

“I, uh, I hope that’s not a problem, Joey.” 

Recovering from his momentary trance, Alix saw something flicker in the golden flecks of his eyes, like 24Karat gold dust…was it affection? 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, dollface,” he reassured her with an easy smile as he nudged her panties to the side once more.

“Just lay back and lemme make you feel good.”

Alix obeyed eagerly and he hooked his arms under her thighs, draping her legs over his shoulders before descending on her heat like some kind of starving animal. 

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered, feeling a bit pathetic at the way a few well-placed laps of Joe’s tongue already had her head feeling light. 

Tangling her fingers reflexively in his thick, lush brown hair, Alix swore she could feel him smiling as he devoured her, reveling in the way he was making her come undone in a way no one else had. 

Minutes later, she was trembling. The assassin everyone was so in awe of was quivering like a leaf in the breeze at every broad stripe of Joe’s well-practiced tongue. 

He knew what he was doing, that was for sure. 

Her free hand gripping the sheets, she could feel the muscles in her stomach clenching, bracing for each wave of pleasure that Joe’s tongue sent rushing through her. 

“Shit, you taste good,” Joe mumbled, greedily lapping at her core like a man starved, burying his tongue so deeply within her that Alix had to scrunch her eyes shut to keep from falling to pieces right then and there. 

“So fuckin’ sweet for me, aren’t ya, Zees?” 

“O-Oh God,” Alix gasped out, tugging at Joe's hair desperately. 

The pooling warmth in her stomach was getting stronger, deeper, her legs trembling as the waves of pleasure began to build, filling up like a balloon seconds from bursting. “Joey, I-I think-"

Joe groaned in excitement, lapping steadily at her core, before beginning to suckle on her clit, causing her vision to flash momentarily white. 

Alix let out a strangled cry, her back arching clear off the mattress and involuntarily thrusting her breasts into the air.

“Oh-Oh fuck, Joey,” she mewled, her voice carrying clear across the room as the dam broke. She tried to press her quivering thighs together, the overwhelming sensitivity like a tsunami of bliss completely flooding her senses, but Joe wasn’t done with her. 

Not even close. 

“Louder,” he urged as he coaxed her through her first orgasm, giving quick kitten licks to her most sensitive spot and teasing her slick entrance with a finger.

“C’mon, Zees, I wanna hear you.”

“Joey, if you keep this up, the whole hall is gonna hear me,” Alix half-sobbed, the pleasure so overwhelming that she could feel her vision swimming. 

Joe pressed a soft kiss to her knee before slipping a second finger inside her, sending her keening his name so loudly that she was sure even the clerks at the concierge desk could hear. 

“Good,” he affirmed, beginning to scissor his fingers inside her core as her breathing quickened to ragged, blissful gasps.

“Besides, we’re newlyweds, remember?” 

He shot her a wink. 

“We’re ‘sposed to be at it like rabbits.”

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Alix had always thought the phrase “seeing stars” was just an expression but after the third or fourth orgasm Joe had ripped out of her, she was pretty sure there were lights dancing before her eyes after all. 

“You doin’ okay, Zees?” The paratrooper perked his head up from between her legs, the evidence of her arousal glistening on his chin.

His bangs were stuck to his forehead, the both of them covered in a sheen of sweat, but he looked as satisfied as she felt. 

“You need a break or somethin’?” 

Alix gave him a reassuring smile and shifted her still-trembling legs off of Joe’s shoulders. 

“I’m good, Joey.” 

He cocked his head and sat back on his heels, eyeing her inquisitively, a note of concern in his husky voice. 

“You sure?”

Alix nodded. 

“I promise.” She let out a shaky laugh. “I’m just taking a quick second to recover, that’s all.”

Satisfied with her answer, the paratrooper crawled up beside her, back against the headboard, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he searched the face beside him intently for a reaction.

“Pretty fuckin’ good, huh?” 

Alix giggled. 

“If you couldn’t tell from me screaming your name for however long it’s been, yes, it was ‘pretty fucking good’.” 

Joe gave her a playful nudge with his shoulder. 

“Just checkin’. Can’t leave Mrs. Liebgott unsatisfied on our honeymoon, y’know. What kinda husband would I be?”

Alix knew he was just joking but the reference still made something in her flutter with delight.

This paratrooper…This technician with the warm smile and the quick wit, who seemed to read her better than anyone else, he intrigued her like no one ever had.

He was an adventure, a revelation, an epiphany, everything she hadn’t known she’d been missing, all wrapped up into one charismatic person.

Feeling something stirring deep inside her again, Alix found herself gripped by a primal urge she couldn’t shake. 

She needed him, all of him. Now. 

Rolling over onto her side so that she was facing him completely, she could see the taut muscles of his thin, wiry frame, tensing like a panther as he looked at her.

How could he always read her mind?

Giving him a once-over, the spy glimpsed the same salacious shape straining against his underwear. 

Leaning over, she began to toy with the waistband of his skivvies, causing Joe's hips to buck up involuntarily as her smooth fingertips dipped below. 

“C’mon, Ziskeit,” Joe cajoled, those deep brown eyes full of unspoken pleas for release as Alix resumed kissing down his neck. “Don’t be a fuckin’ tease.”

“If I recall,” Alix murmured against his skin as she grazed her nails down his abs, making him inhale sharply. 

“A certain person made me beg for a full five minutes…” 

“Well that person's a fuckin’ idiot," Joe grunted desperately. 

As he was speaking, Alix slid his skivvies off and took him into her mouth, delicately tracing the head with her tongue.

"And I'm sure he – Oh fuckin’ Christ!” Joe hissed, tangling a hand in her hair desperately to keep some self-control as she went about her work, taking him deeper into her throat.

“Fuck, I’m sure he knows better now."  

Alix smirked, hollowing her cheeks and taking him still deeper, pushing him further down, savoring the taste of him, and she could feel his hips starting to buck. 

“God, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he growled but as she deep-throated him again and again, he released her hair, his hands hurriedly finding their way to her shoulders. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Zees,” he choked out, pushing her away gently and it only took that warning tone for her to release him at once with a lewd pop.

“You okay, Joey?” she asked, her turn to be concerned, and he laughed nervously.

“Uh…” he chuckled, sheepishly running a hand through his hair.

“I…I wasn’t gonna last too much longer, if you kept that up. That was… Christ, that was somethin’ fuckin’ else.”

Alix hummed appreciatively before swinging a leg over and straddling his lap.

“Can we try this then?” she murmured, ghosting her fingers up and down his strong arms. 

"Jesus Christ," Joe whispered almost reverently from his half-propped position against the headboard, his heavily-lidded eyes roaming every inch of her nude form, still admiring her as though she was a priceless Caravaggio.

"You sure you're not a fuckin' dream or somethin'?" 

He slowly reached out, his fingertips ghosting across the valley of her breasts in mesmerized disbelief, as though he was afraid she might disappear at any moment if he was too rough with her.

"I'm real, tesoro," Alix assured him, guiding his hand to squeeze the supple flesh, sending a flood of warmth through her and she could feel him twitch beneath her, prodding her inner thigh with his arousal.

“I promise, I’m real.”

Carding a hand through his hair, she captured him in a long, passionate kiss which he returned just as fervently, the pair moaning deeply into each other’s mouths as she sank down on his cock.

She gasped as he bottomed out, the slight burn filling her with ecstasy, and he groaned deeply.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good.” 

Alix didn’t even have the words to reply. The feeling of fullness Joe supplied was unimaginably euphoric, blanking out her mind completely. 

Relying on animal instinct alone, she began to roll her hips, rutting against him as desperate keens and gasped curses fell from both their lips like prayers. 

Joe wrapped both arms around her waist, burying his face in her breasts with a deep, rumbling groan of ecstasy, gripping her to him as though she was a lifeline, the lifesaving driftwood to a drowning man. 

“Madonna mia,” Alix breathed, the fervent motion of her hips stuttering momentarily at the feeling of him latching onto the sensitive skin of her nipple. 

She rutted against him desperately, needing more and more of him, tugging on his hair in a silent plea for everything that only he could give her.

“Hey Ziskeit,” he murmurs seconds later, his voice husky with arousal, and she could feel her walls constricting around him tighter and tighter. “Goddammit, I think I’m gonna cum soon...” 

Her pace twice as insistent now, Alix bore down on him, Joe’s dog tags jingling musically against her chest as she rode him into oblivion. 

“Fuck, Joey, I need you,"  she murmured, chanting the last three words like a prayer as she felt herself teetering on a precipice for another time.

“Don’t say that," Joe gasped out, his grip around her hips so insistent that she was sure bruises would form later. "Don't fuckin' say that unless you mean it." 

He was bucking up against her too, matching her rhythm, every stroke so intense in her core that she was left a whimpering mess.

“I mean it, Joey,” Alix moaned as she pressed his face to her chest, "God, I fucking mean it."  

“Oh shit, Jesus Christ!” Panic and pleasure twisted Joe’s handsome features, his voice raising frantically. “Uh, Zees, I- FUCK!” 

His warning tone reached a fever pitch just as his orgasm jolted through him, ripping a guttural sound from his throat and leaving him slack-jawed and panting as his cock pulsed.

Alix was seconds behind him, burying her face into his shoulder with a broken sob as another orgasm overwhelmed her, plunging her instantly into white-hot bliss as he held her, murmuring praises in English and what she assumed to be German. 

Joe lolled his head back against the headboard, his murmuring voice farther and farther away now. Alix was too fucked out to think anymore and she found herself slumping over on top of his chest like a ragdoll as she drifted off.

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Surfacing from sleep around 1am to find Joe still buried comfortably inside her, the pair of them still tangled in each other’s arms, Alix gently eased herself upright, wanting to take in the scene for a moment, not knowing if she’d ever have the chance to again. 

Was this a one-night stand? God, she hoped not. Was it her imagination or was there something more between them? 

A spark? No…a flame. More than a flame. An inferno. 

In one night, Joe had shown her an entirely different world, an entirely different life than the one she’d been trapped in before.

How could she just go back to normal now, as if she hadn’t been completely and totally changed? As if her entire world hadn’t been rocked by one cocky paratrooper with puppy-dog eyes?  

Their clothes, still damp from the sleet, lay discarded in messy bunches along the carpet like autumn leaves.

Thinking back on it, Alix couldn't remember how long it had been since they'd begun but the chill of the remaining frost that had coated them both at the start was long gone by now, replaced with the sticky-sweetness and feverish heat of sweat and sex.

Joe wasn't like Clay or any of the handful of guys she'd been with before, she mused. 

They'd all been selfish lovers, entirely focused on chasing their own wants while denying her hers. She was merely a vessel for them to get off, nothing more than a doll to be used and discarded once her purpose had been fulfilled.

In one night, Joe had treated her like the complete opposite. 

He was still as full of fire in the bedroom as he was out of it, but for once, it was only for Alix to see. He had been chasing her all night but not in the way the others were. For the first time in her life, someone seemed hungry to please her. The thought was so foreign that it sent another shiver of pleasure through her.

Even in his sleep, Joe’s breathing hitched at the sensation of her walls contracting around him and she couldn’t help but giggle into her hand. 

“Whassofunny?” Joe mumbled, cracking an eye open. 

“Nothing, cucciolo,” Alix assured him, running a hand through his sex-tousled hair. “Go back to sleep. You need it.” 

“I fuckin’ don’t,” Joe insisted doggedly, starting to sit up, but when Alix started to lift herself off of him, he hissed and shook his head. 

“Not yet, Ziskeit,” he pleaded, his words still running together a bit in his after-sex haze. “A little bit longer.” 

“Then go back to sleep and I'll stay put,” Alix countered.

“Can’t,” Joe yawned. “Can’t sleep much normally, ‘cept after…y’know.” 

He made a vague gesture to their situation and Alix cocked an eyebrow, dark eyes sparkling with mirth. 

“If that was your way of trying to come onto me again,” she commented drolly. “I appreciate the creativity. I don’t think ‘Fuck me to sleep’ is a line I’ve heard before.”

“Wasn’t a line,” Joe responded with a shrug. “I really can’t sleep for shit."

His warm brown eyes were boring into hers again and she could feel the playful chuckle he was trying to suppress in his voice when he added slyly, 

“But y’know, just outta curiosity… if it had been a line, would it’ve worked…?” 

She was now hyper-aware of his hands resting gently on her bare back as he held her, the roughness of his calloused fingertips sending sparks dancing deliciously across her soft skin. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know, flyboy,” she teased with a soft roll of her hips, but the slight catch of desire in her voice when she felt him stiffen betrayed her.  

"Shit," Joe grunted at the sudden movement, pupils blown with desire. "You're such a fuckin' minx, y'know that?" 

"Am I?" Alix blinked innocently before clenching the muscles in her core around his cock in a vise grip, making him hiss. "I hadn't noticed." 

"Okay that's it," Joe hissed, the rasp in his slightly nasal-tenor coming out as almost a primal growl. Keeping one hand steady on her back, he pulled out and flipped her over, pinning her firmly underneath him. 

Alix sunk her nails into his back to keep herself from moaning needily as he buried himself within her once again, rougher this time, the heavenly ache between her legs as he bottomed out causing a small whimper to escape. 

“Gotta be quiet now, dollface,” he mumbled, crashing his lips to hers to keep himself from groaning out loud.

“People’re probably sleeping. Like we would be if you weren’t so goddamn gorgeous.”

“Such a charmer, cucciolo, I- Oh fuck!” 

Working up speed, Joe began pounding into her mercilessly, seemingly determined to make her pay for teasing him so cruelly earlier, and Alix wrapped her legs around him, craving him impossibly closer to her.

“Tesoro, fuck, I think–” she whimpered from beneath him. “I think I might-”

“Yeah?” he grunted, the vigor of his pace only increasing. 

Thinking back on it, his dog tags had been clinking so loudly against his Star of David pendant that Alix hadn’t even heard the door open.

“Real sorry I took so long, Pops,” a soft-spoken but familiar voice rang from the entrance. “But Doc said-” 

Shifty Powers, the sweet-faced trooper who’d waved to Joe in the lobby earlier, was now frozen dead in his tracks, his eyes dinner-plate wide as the tall glass of water he’d been carrying slid from his hands, shattering into several glistening chunks on the floor with a CRACK!

He was beet-red but rooted to the spot, his horrified gaze dropping down to the shattered glass at his feet and then back up to the still-intertwined Alix and Joe like he was tied to the tracks of an oncoming train.

“Shit,” he mumbled, stammering out excuses and apologies, half to himself and half to the couple as he immediately dropped to his knees and began busying himself with trying to collect the glass shards. “I- This-this isn’t…and y’all aren’t…But I thought-”

Alix lunged for the comforter, which she hurriedly wrapped around herself like an oversized towel.

“Don’t worry about the glass,” she reassured him kindly, his eyes glued firmly to the ground. “We’ll take care of it. You just get where you need to go.” 

“A-Are y’all sure?" He was speaking entirely to the carpet, head dipped to avoid any more accidental views.

If it hadn't been such a humiliating situation, Alix might've giggled.

"I wouldn’t wanna cause y’all any trouble.”

“It isn’t any trouble,” Alix insisted. “Isn’t that right, Joe?” 

Joe made a skeptical noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between a cough and a grunt, but the glare she shot him could’ve wilted even fake flowers and he finally relented.

“Yeah sure,” Liebgott replied, dulling the sharpness of the irritation in his tone. “No trouble at all.”

“Well alright, if y’all are sure…” Shifty mumbled, his face still a bright cherry red. “I’ll, uh, I guess I’ll just see y’all around. I'm just gonna-"

 

With that, he fled the room like a bat out of hell, leaving a disgruntled Joe and a mortified Alix in his wake. 

"God, I cannot believe that just happened." Alix squeaked into her palms, wishing that the Earth would just swallow her whole.

Even the exquisite soreness between her thighs wasn't worth that.

Joe meanwhile, was muttering to himself as he stepped over the glass shards strewn along a small patch of carpet.

"Going somewhere?" Alix asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Yeah," Joe grumbled. "To latch and lock that goddamn door.” 

[sebsxphia]

bunny. | bunny and the hangman.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x little!reader x jake ‘hangman’ seresin.

￫ description: you spend a sunday afternoon with your two pilots and jake resumes his role as your caregiver for the first time.

￫ word count: 1.1K.

￫ c/w: age regression, other than that all fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: @thesluttyarchivist teddy my love, this is for you. thank you so much for always encouraging the sweetest and most filthy thoughts we have. i love you to the moon and back, darlin’. <3 | woodland creatures | agere masterlist | main masterlist |

You were aware of the relationship Bob had with Jake and how it grew over the years they worked with each other, and there came the day when you eventually invited Jake into your loving relationship. It was seamless and felt like the last piece to the missing puzzle you and Bob had longed for all this time.

Jake knew about your regression and you’d discussed, like you did with Bob, your boundaries and what you needed from them both. Up until now, Jake hadn’t been privy to this, until one quiet Sunday afternoon.

Jake was lazying on the sofa and watching his Sunday football with Bob draped over his chest. You were, for lack of better word, bored out of your mind and you needed to occupy yourself as Jake cheered and hollered for his team with Bob occasionally joining in.

You grabbed your colouring book and pencils and set down on the coffee table were Jake’s legs were perched and began to colour. The exhaustion of your week was catching up to you and as the pencils scratched on the paper, you felt yourself slipping into that comforting headspace.

You finished a page and proudly turned around to show them both. “Daddy, look!” You tapped the page with your pencil and directed it to Bob who you saw as familiar.

They were none the wiser to you regressing, only thinking you were contently occupying yourself, but Bob was quick to pick up the tone in your voice with your glassy eyes and he immediately sprung up from Jake, his instincts to take care of you now running their full course.

“It’s beautiful, Bunny! Did you do that yourself?”

“Yea’!”

Jake was startled at Bob’s sudden movements, but he caught on quickly to what was occurring beneath his feet. You went back to start a new picture and Bob gave Jake a knowing look, with a small smile etched on the corner of his lips to encourage him.

“Go on, honey.” Bob, barely above a whisper, ushered Jake. He nodded and chewed at his bottom lip in anticipation. Jake felt an enormous sense of responsibility to interject his role as your caregiver for the first time and he swallowed thickly, parting his lips and taking a steady breath.

“Hey, Bluebell…” Jake leant down and tapped your shoulder. “You wan’ to stick it on the fridge?” Jake wasn’t one to get nervous, but on this occasion he found himself worrying beyond belief about how you would respond to him.

You turned around and Jake watched the cogs turn behind your eyes as you placed him in that position to be your caregiver and like clockwork, a beaming smile broke out onto your face as the Southern charm of your Jake registered in your head.

“Y’ please, Daddy!” You squealed and jumped up with no hesitation, grabbing your colouring book in your fist. Bob gently encouraged Jake and he took off with you. You hurried to the kitchen with Jake trailing behind you.

Jake pinned the drawing to the fridge with a set of magnets and you let out a excitable giggle at the prospect of your artwork being proudly displayed for all to see.

“Ca- can you colour one wi’ me, please, Daddy?”

You clasped your hands together as if to plead for Jake and he chuckled in response. How could he ever say no to you looking that, sweet? You were a bundle of Southern sweetness and the name, “Bluebell” that Jake gave you was ever appropriate.

“Course, lil’ one.” You bounced on your feet and let out another vocal appreciation, outstretching your hands and squeezing your fingers into your palms repeatedly. Jake knew this as a sign that you wanted to be picked up and he bent down with no hesitation to scoop you up and hoist you to his broad hip.

Jake proudly carried you back into the living room, with you babbling on next to him about what you wanted to colour next. He was smiling and chatting along with you to the best of his ability, as you were rambling quite a bit. He glanced over at Bob who gave Jake a hidden thumbs up and a prideful grin.

An hour had since passed and Bob peered over the back of the sofa to see what you were colouring next, the football game long forgotten. You were tucked into Jake’s side with the colouring book resting on his broad thighs and the both of you sketching away to your hearts content, creating bold and bright pictures.

“Y’ havin’ a good time with Daddy Jakey, Bunny?”

You jumped at Bob’s voice catching you by surprise from behind you.

“The best! I- I think he’s better at colouring than ‘ou.” You sheepishly admitted and turned your head away from Bob to hide your rosy cheeks. Bob let out a mock gasp and acted as if he was deadly wounded by your earth shattering statement, but Jake was quick to his defence.

“Hey, hey, Bluebell. Daddy Bobby can’t cook your favourite mac ‘n cheese like I can.” Jake’s tone was playful and Bob huffed out a laugh in response, pressing a kiss to the top of Jake’s head.

“Thank you, J.” Bob hummed appreciatively.

You however only paid attention to the most important part of Jake’s statement and you peered up at him, “we havin’ mac ‘n cheese for dinner, Daddy?”

“I don’t know,” Jake craned his head back to flash Bob his signature smile that made him weak in the knees in the first place. “Are we, Bobby dear?”

Bob could only let out an exasperated sigh in defeat and throw his hands in the air, feeling very much ganged up on. “It appears so.” You squealed with joy and clapped your hands together a handful of times, Jake celebrating with you at your convincing triumph.

“But…” Bob wavered and caught both of your attentions again. “Do you wan’ be a good Bunny and help?” His eyebrows were raised behind his frames and you knew he was only instigating the rules you’d both agreed on, however on one condition.

“Daddy Jakey too?”

“Of course.”

“Then y’ please!”

Bob let out a quiet snort of laughter at how easily you were persuaded now. “C’ on you.” Jake hoisted you to his hip again and followed Bob by his side to the kitchen.

In a hush whisper to Jake, Bob commented, “we never should’ve said anythin’. You’re the favourite now.”

But Bob’s comment was anything but serious. He had a playful smile on his face and subconsciously he wanted Jake to know that he could see how quickly you warmed to him.

Jake lightly nudged Bob in his ribs and chuckled quietly. He pressed a kiss to Bob’s cheek reassuringly, “only because I know how to have fun, sweetheart.”

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[roosterscockpit]

Dagger Squad Take Care of Leia | H.C Pt.3

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For my lovely @castle-bookworms-world ! Last part of the continuation! MUAH! sorry it's so long...

Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

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The next day would be the day you and Bradley were coming home. Hangman had Leia for himself the whole day until you both got back. He showed up early in the morning, taking a break from work to bring Leia to school.

He dressed her and made her lunch. The lucky girl got 2 PB & Js again. Her Uncle Jakey could never say no to her. He was in his flight suit when he brought her to class. He carried her the whole way to her class. He gave her kisses the whole way. “I will be here right when you get out.” 

He brought her into her classroom and helped her set up her desk. The other kids looked at him excitedly. He hugged Leia before her left. “I will see you later, Honey!” He kissed her cheek hard and added a “MUAH!” 

He returned back to work and left early to make sure he was there when she got out. When she was released she ran straight into Hangman’s arms. “Hey honey!” He attacked her with kisses on her cheek. “I missed you!”

They went back to Mav’s hangar. “Okay, Vapor. We have to go back to work for a hour to finish up some guidelines. Let’s get you suited up.” He changed her into her little flight suit and her aviators. they went back to the base. He held her hand as they walked onto the tarmac.

The whole squad was at work today. They all jumped up in excitement when they saw Leia on the ground. They all ran over and ambushed her with hugs and kisses. Hangman put her up in his jet as he finished his checklist on the outside frame. 

Leia acted like she was flying. Hangman had his helmet on her and she was practicing her radio calls that Mav had taught her, “Vapor girl, in bound.” She nodded to herself as if she was getting feedback. “10-4!” She leaned over slightly, “UNCLE JAKEY!” Hangman came over to look, he was smiling at her, “I GOTTA LAND HER, HOW DO I MAKE A RADIO CALL FOR IT!?” 

Hangman laughed. “you’re the pilot, babe! You have to know how to call it in!” Leia ripped the helmet off, “Too late I made a crash landing like Papa Mav and daddy.”

After work Hangman brought Leia back to the barracks. She ate the snacks that were in Bob, Fanboy, and Hangman’s common room. “Honey, do you know who harry styles is?” Hangman poked his head out from his door to look at Leia eating at the table. She shook her head. 

Hangman played Late Night Talking by Harry Styles, he danced his way over to Leia. He held her hands and danced around with her. He sang the song with her. “If you’re feeling down. I just wanna make you happier, baby. Wish I was around, I just wanna make you happier, baby.”

He picked her up and danced with her in his arms. “If you ever miss me Leia girl. This is my favorite song. Just play it and dance around. It’s like I’m there okay?” Leia giggled and nodded. The song played over and over again. Leia started to sing it with her uncle Jake.

Hangman brought her back to Mav’s hangar to have dinner with everyone. Hangman showed Leia how to eat her food sloppily again. They both made a mess that Phoenix cleaned up so generously. 

They all hung out in the hangar until you both arrived. Leia played the song again and everyone turned around. “I wanna dance!” She ran over to Hangman and wrapped her arms around his hips and look up at him. “You love to dance just like your daddy.”

Everyone sang and danced to harry styles until you and Bradley arrived at the hangar.

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I hope you all enjoyed this not so little H.C for how the dagger squad took care of Leia! I will see you all in a couple of hours for the next part of the story 😘 I love you all!!!

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[mccall-muffin]

Little Kitty Christmas Special // Babe Heffron x Reader

Summary: How Christmas is in the Heffron-Household.

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff!

A/N: This came to my mind cause I didn't want to make a third part actually, but this was fun.

Tagging: @liebgotts-lovergirl, @brassknucklespeirs

December 24, 1946 - South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA  

Humming, you stand in the kitchen preparing the stuffing for the turkey that will be on the table tonight. You've been in the kitchen for hours anyway, getting everything ready. Pigs in Blankets, Yorkshire Pudding, Brussels sprouts, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, and a few other odds and ends. Also, the English Christmas Pudding has to be prepared, for which the fruits have been pickled in rum for several weeks.

As you look out the kitchen window, you see Babe standing in front of your house but staring into space. You take a deep breath, briefly washing the potatoes off your hands before stepping outside. Babe doesn't even seem to notice this because he flinches when you put your arms around him from behind.

He quickly realizes it's you and visibly relaxes. He sighs, and you rest your head on his shoulder. "What's wrong, my darling?" you ask him. He puts his hands on yours and leans his head against yours.

"It's just... This time. It's - especially hard," he says after a while. You sigh and bite your lips before stroking his hands. "I'm sorry about that, love," you whisper, "It's okay, dear. I'm afraid it can't be helped." You both stand there, looking out at the street for a moment. "Christmas used to be my favorite time," Babe tells you, and you listen intently. "The family was together, the food was excellent, and there were presents." Babe chuckles. "The atmosphere was always very nice, but now... All I can ever think about is that God-forsaken forest."

Babe lowers his head, and you break away from him to wrap your arms around his neck. "Hey," you say, forcing him to look at you. Tears glisten in his eyes, nearly tearing your heart out. You know you can't take away what he's experienced, and it's incredibly hard for him, but you can only be there for him.

"I know I can't take away the pain, love, but I'm here for you; I hope you know that," you say, putting a hand on his cheek. "I love you, Babe. Eddie loves you, and if I can bring even a little joy back to you, I'll do anything to do that." You lean in and kiss your husband tenderly. Babe takes your hand in his and smiles gently at you. "I love you more than anything, Y/N. You don't even know how much." He kisses you again, and you pull him towards you.

"Daddy!"

You break away from each other as you notice little Eddie standing on your porch, being led down the two steps by Babe's mom. "Hey, my little man," Babe says happily, taking his son into his arms. He lifts him, and Eddie laughs happily. You stand by and smirk with one hand in front of your mouth.

Babe walks up to you with Eddie in his arms and kisses you again.

"There now, you two. We know how in love you are, but save it for the bedroom, will you?" Anne, Babe's mother, now interferes. "I wouldn't mind having more cute little angels like that," she laughs, taking Eddie out of Babe's arms as you and Babe exchange looks. "Ma," the latter then says, annoyed. "What? You can't blame me for wanting more grandchildren," she justifies herself. "It's not like you don't already have eleven," Babe laughs, and his mother smacks him on the arm. "Edward James Heffron, don't get cocky now."

Babe rubs his arm playfully. "Very well, I must return to the kitchen," you say, giving Babe's hand a quick squeeze. "Dinner's not going to prepare itself." Babe gives you a pat on the butt as you walk past him. You turn around in surprise and look at him, startled, but Babe shrugs innocently, which makes you laugh.

When the food is ready, you stand in the kitchen frame to watch Eddie and Babe play with each other. The sight keeps putting a smile on your face.

"You're fortunate."

As you turn around, Anne smiles at you. "I know," you agree with her. "You guys gave me quite a scare when Babe came back from the war, and he suddenly had a son. But that shouldn't have surprised me that much. What surprised me was that he also had a girl with him, whom he was determined to marry by all means in the world." You look at Anne, frowning.

"He's so damn happy with you. It warms my heart to see my son like that." You take a deep breath. "I'll do what I can." "He needs you, Y/N." You look at Anne, then nod slowly. "I know. And I need him. I love your son, Anne." "And I know that, my child."

Suddenly your front door opens, and you look up in confusion. "Hello, fellas; Uncle Bill is here," you already hear the familiar voice of Babe's best friend. You give Anne's hand a quick squeeze before walking into the entryway, where Babe, with Eddie in her arms, is already greeting Bill.

"Y/N," Bill then says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Bill, good to see you," you speak with a smile before greeting his wife, Frannie. "And Frannie. It's good to have you here. How are you?" you ask, pointing to her round belly. "Oh, been better, if I'm honest," she says, out of breath, and you take her coat from her. "It's getting close to the end, and I can tell." "Yeah, and then I finally get to meet our rascal," Bill grins before walking up to Frannie and kissing her.

"So, how's my godson?" Bill then asks, nudging Eddie to the side. Babe hands him off to Bill and smiles. "He's getting bigger, that's for sure." Babe smiles at you.

It's not long before the rest of Babe's family arrives, which means you have a full house. His three brothers with their wives and children and his two sisters with their husbands have come. Babe's dad also followed when he was done with work.

The mood at the dining table is boisterous, and you enjoy the family together. Now and then, you squeeze Babe's hand when you notice his gaze becoming absent and then smile at him encouragingly. You see, it's no different with Bill.

"Don't you miss home, Y/N? Your family?" Jimmy, Babe's brother, asks you, and you look up. "Of course I do," you reply with a smile. "But my parents are arriving soon, and I'll see them then. Traveling that far with Eddie isn't a good idea yet." "I guess that's true," Jimmy's wife Vera agrees with you. "And when is baby number two coming? Eddie is 18 months, after all," Joey laughs now, earning a nasty look from Babe. "Can't you just leave her alone?" he asks, looking at his brother.

"What, Babe? Martha was pregnant again after only six months." "Yeah, but not everyone has as pronounced a reproductive urge as you, Joey," Jimmy now laughs and smacks him on the back of the head. "Hey!" the latter exclaims and wants to retaliate, but their mother intervenes. "Stop it, boys, and behave!" she says sternly, looking at her boys. "Sorry, Ma..." Jimmy and Joey mumble meekly, which brings a smirk to your face.

When it's time for the gift-giving, you're sitting on the sofa next to Frannie and Vera, sipping your wine glass. You're all sitting around the beautifully decorated Christmas tree, and some have already started singing cheesy Christmas carols.

Then suddenly, Babe gets up and stands in front. "Okay, okay. Before you all pounce like vultures on the presents, I want to say something," he says and then looks at you. "Hear, hear," Jimmy calls out, raising his glass. "He hasn't even started yet, you idiot," Joey says, and you shake your head in amusement.

"My very dear wife Y/N. Please come forward," Babe says, and you blush slightly before walking forward to join him.

Babe takes your hands in his and looks you in the eyes. "I wanted to tell you that you are the most wonderful person in my life. You are the best mother to our son. You are the best wife to me. I love you with all my heart, and I couldn't imagine my life without you," Babe says as tears start to well up in your eyes.

"Hey Babe, you know you already married her, right?" exclaims Bill, and everyone starts laughing. Babe looks at him for a second and then nods. "I know, but that's why I still want to say thank you. After probably the most horrible and difficult time in my life, you gave me the most beautiful and loving time, and for that, I am forever grateful!" Babe leans down to you and gives you a quick kiss. "I love you, Y/N. I always will. And as a token of that," he then says and takes out a box.

Confused, you look at him. "What's this?" you ask, and he smiles. "Open it."

Carefully, you open the lid and what's inside the box melts your heart. "Oh my God!" you exclaim, dropping the top to the floor before reaching into the box and pulling it out.

It's a little white kitten.

"Oh my God, Babe," you then say, giving your husband a big hug. "The first time I saw you, you were petting a little thing just like that on the streets of Aldbourne. That was almost three years ago, but I've thought about you every day since. Whether I've seen you or not." You hold the little thing in your arms and stroke it gently.

"It's perfect," you breathe then, kissing Babe passionately. "I love you," you say, smiling at him.

"Hear, hear," Jimmy repeats and raises his glass, which you all do to him now.

You and Babe are cleaning up the mess his family left behind together. Eddie is already in bed, and Anne and Joseph, Babe's parents, have also said goodbye.

Tired, you put the dirty dishes in the sink while the kitten jumps around your legs. "Well, you little one? You must be hungry," you say, petting the little one before giving it some food.

"Have you decided on a name yet?" asks Babe, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. "Not yet, but it can wait," you whisper, then look at Babe. "How about April?" he asks, and you look at him questioningly. "April?" "Well, it's a girl, and that month, I got to marry the greatest woman in the world." You smile, bend down and pick up the little cat. "Are you an April?" you ask her, and as if to confirm, she meows. Then you look at Babe with a smile before putting the little thing back on the ground. "April it is."

You walk past Babe and start clearing more plates before you hear him doing something on the gramophone and look up as the song 'Have yourself a merry little Christmas' by Judy Garland plays.

Surprised, you look at Babe, who holds out his hand to you. "No, honey, we should finish this," you say, pointing to the mess still on your dining room table. Babe walks up to you and hugs you from behind as he kisses your neck. "That can wait," he whispers, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. "Babe," you say again, but he's already taken the plates from your hands and placed them on the table.

He pulls you into the middle of the room and then toward him. He begins to move slowly with one hand on your back and one in your hand. You look at him before sighing and resting your head on his shoulder.

Slowly you move to the rhythm of the music, and Babe gently strokes your back. You breathe in his all-too-familiar scent and then sigh happily.

"You know, I thought of something today," Babe says, pushing you off him a little so he can look at you. "Uh-huh, and what's that?" you ask, and he grins. "Well, I've been thinking about what Ma and Jimmy said. About - well, about having a second baby." You widen your eyes. "What?" "Well, Eddie's getting big enough now, and I'd like him to have a little brother or sister."

After the initial shock, you smile at Babe before touching his cheek. "You know I would do anything for you, sweetheart. And if you want to have a big family... Then let's have a big family. I didn't know that's what you wanted." Babe kisses you passionately. "I'd have a hundred kids with you," he says, and you laugh. "You're not serious, are you?" "No, but one or two more wouldn't hurt." "Well then, Babe Heffron, let's make another baby," you say, and he grins.

Babe lifts you without waiting any longer and throws you over his shoulder. "What right now?" you ask with a laugh, but Babe doesn't give you an answer, instead carrying you up the stairs. Once in your bedroom, he lays you on the bed and places himself over you.

"You just keep surprising me, love," you're still laughing, and Babe kisses you tenderly. "I should hope so. Otherwise, it would be boring."

You look into his eyes again and bite your lips. "I love you, Babe. I hope you don't forget that." A big grin appears on Babe's face. "If I should, I hope you'll remind me again immediately." He brushes a strand of hair from your face, then places his lips on yours.

"I don't think I'll ever call Christmas a favorite holiday again, but I can tell you that as long as you're by my side, at least one light will shine." He kisses you again, more passionately, before pushing himself away a little. "I love you, Y/N. Nothing in the world can change that ever. And now... Let's get to that Christmas miracle," he grins, and you laugh. "Well then... baby-me, love." "Oh, you don't have to tell me twice."

Even though it will take some time until you get pregnant again, the love between you and Babe still is as strong as ever. He is the rock in your life and will always have your back. Times will be challenging, but he will be there for you and your children. You couldn't wish for a better husband or father of your children in your life.

You love him with all your heart.