#and thanks again! plenty more hot takes to come 😅

[starlightsuffered]

NEW SMUT FIC WHEN???

A/N - alright calm down love 😅

Blow Job in the Shower

Info - praise kink, friends with benefits, small injury, oral (male receiving), masturbating, leg humping, fluff, mention of ass eating

Timothée and I fell into my apartment, shaking water like wet dogs. His curls were completely flat. The rain had been torrential.

“You might as well stay the night,” I panted. “You can’t go out in that again.”

“Yeah, I think I will thanks,” Timothée nodded.

“I’m freezing,” I shivered.

“Me too, fuck,” I moaned.

We both looked at one another for a second, and then we were racing. We were diving towards the single shower in the place. We craved the hot water.

“I’m the one who pays the rent,” I squealed.

“Yeah, but you’re also the one who suggested a picnic in the park when there was a thunderstorm forecast,” he rebutted.

“Look,” I said, holding him at arms length. I looked him up and down. I didn’t know how he could be this attractive when he looked like a drowned kitten.

“We’ve both seen each other… you know….”

“Naked?” Timothée asked with a cocked eyebrow. I felt a blush heat my cheeks. We’d been doing this friends with benefits thing for over a year but he still managed to fluster me with it. I wondered if it meant that deeper feelings were at play. It had started because we were both lonely and going through a major dry spell. It had gotten a lot more intimate as of late though, and I wasn’t sure what that meant.

“Yes,” I said, turning from his piercing gaze.

“So what’s your point, because I’m about to turn into a Chalametcicle,” he said through chattering teeth.

“We shower together, so we can-“

“Absolutely,” Timothée agreed before I could speak further. I was surprised he didn’t even stop to consider it.

By the time I calmed my nerves he already had the shower running and was undressed. He disappeared behind the curtain.

I stripped off my sodden clothing. I got in the shower and saw Timmy with his eyes closed, a blissed out expression on his face. I was still cold from the lack of water touching me.

“I d-don’t know if it’s big enough for the two of us,” I shivered.

“It is if we stand closer, c’mere,” he opened his arms. I moved slowly, unsure if he meant what I thought he did. He pulled me the rest of the way into a hug. I was against his soft skin.

We stood in the downpour of steaming water. My skin tingled as we heated up. I had goosebumps for other reasons though. I could hear his heartbeat. I snuggled closer to him, taking what I could while I could.

He let me go once we were both newly wet with warm water. He turned to grab the soap.

“You just helped me knock something off my bucket list,” I admitted, my skin hot with embarrassment.

“Yeah?” He asked. He slathered shampoo onto his hair. I wished so badly I could rub it in for him and wash it out. His hair was curlier than mine and I didn’t know if it needed special care. He didn’t seem to mind my products though.

“Uh huh, always wanted to hug someone in a shower,” I admitted. I turned away so I wouldn’t see the face he made. I was too scared with how vulnerable I was being.

I began to wash my hair as well. We were silent for a while, taking turns in the steam.

“Y/n, was there anything else you’ve always wanted to do?” He asked cheekily. I wondered if he was thinking the same naughty things I was. I’d seen his body plenty of times but for some reason, this whole shower, I’d avoided looking down.

“Like on your bucket list?” He continued when I was quiet.

“Yes,” I murmured.

“Well, what is it?” He asked. “Come on speak up, don’t just-“

I grabbed his face and kissed him. We were gasping into one another’s mouthes under the sprinkle. I could taste his tongue and I moved my arms so they were around his neck. His hands were on my waist.

“This okay?” I asked as I kissed down his jaw and neck.

“Uh huh,” he nodded, nearly breathless. I pressed my lips to his shoulders and then his pecs. I moved down and down. His nipples were adored, his torso, his hip bones and finally I was mouthing over his happy trail.

“Ahhh fuck me,” he gasped.

“I’ve always wanted to suck someone off in the shower,” I said, looking up at Timothée with gleaming eyes.

“Fucking hell, y/n,” he exclaimed. I grinned at him as I began to stroke him. He was immediately hardening. I loved how easily he would stiffen for me. He always told me it was so intense with me.

“I fucking love your cock,” I moaned. “I love your body.”

I slurped his dick into my mouth. I bobbed down until my nose nuzzled his bush. I began to move and gag on his cock.

“Oh f-fuck, oh fucking fuck,” he babbled. He shakily lifted a hand to steady himself on the wall. I looked up at him, and watched the water sluice down his perfect body.

“You’re so pretty when you’re like this,” he cried out. “You do so good for me. You suck cock like a fucking machine. Holy shit, oh my FUCK!”

I reached down and began to fondle my clit. Timothée’s eyes went as wide as saucers. He was panting. I watched his stomach clench and unclench. He always went wild for head. He was a mess.

“That’s it, yes, make yourself feel good. Oh fuck you are the hottest thing ever. How are you like this!” He was moaning and his knees were buckling.

The water was washing the drooling from my chin. He was big and I was trying my best to worship him. I let my other hand slip around to his lovely ass and push him further down my throat.

“Oh, yes, yes,” he agreed. He looked almost apologetic with how he was snapping his hips forward. His hand went to the back of my head. He was quivering, his large eyes worshiping my form.

“S-sorry,” he croaked as he pushed my head so I sucked him deeper. “C-can’t help it. It feels so GOOD! Your wet, warm, snug mouth. Oh fuck, oh fuuuuuck.”

His other hand clumsily grabbed the shower curtain. I was now humping his leg, pressing my sensitive parts against it, and he was thrusting his dick as far down my willing throat as possible.

“Fuck, thank you, thank you, fuck you’re a miracle. You’re a fucking perfect, fucking, cock sucker! Oh shit, I don’t even deserve you.”

The praise was getting me even more needy. My clit was swollen and throbbing. He was totally lost to the feeling of the blow job, his head thrown back in bliss.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close. You gonna swallow? You know I love when you swallow and you always do. Fuck, I know you will, you’re so good to me.”

“Mmhmmm,” I let him know I was more than willing to gulp down all he had.

“I’m gonna, ohh, stunning girl, I’m gonna fucking bust,” he whimpered.

It all happened so fast. His first spurt had shot into my mouth, and he’d made an intense grunt of pleasure, when the shower curtain rod came crashing down. He been pulling too hard in his bliss. He slipped forward. I was knocked on my ass and he fell ontop of me. He was still cumming, unable to stop the emissions now. The rod clattered onto the floor. The warm spray still splattered onto our backs. He was over top of me groaning. His cock was trapped between us and I felt one final splurt of cum.

“Oh shit, shit fuck, are you okay?” He asked me.

“I’m fine, yeah, a bit taken off guard,” I admitted.

“I’m sorry,” he said and pushed wet tendrils out of my face. He was staring into my eyes in a way he never had before.

“I could have really hurt you y/n, and you were just trying to give me pleasure,” he said in a soft voice.

“I-I well yeah, but it’s not a big deal,” I chuckled awkwardly.

“I think it is,” Timothée said, and cupped my face.

“Oh, well….” I trailed off. I didn’t know why he didn’t get up. There was likely water on the floor and he was taller than me and couldn’t be comfortable in this position.

“I don’t think I want to be friends with benefits anymore,” he whispered.

“What? What why? Is it because I didn’t swallow? I promise next time I will-“

“No,” Timmy said solemnly. “Because I want to be more than that.”

“L-like something Romantic?” I hedged.

“Yeah,” he smiled sweetly. “Something like that. Would you like that?”

“Are you fucking me with me?” I beamed. “I thought you’d never ask. I have wanted that for so long.”

I realised I had barely even admitted that to myself. I’d been so scared of being the first one to speak up. It was true though.

“You promise I didn’t hurt you?” He asked as he got up. I turned the water off and carefully stepped out of the shower.

“My ass might be a little bruised,” I shrugged. The pain in my bum was nothing compared to the joy I had at finally being something serious with Timothée.

“Hmmm,” he purred and pulled me to him, gently holding an ass cheek. “Nothing a little ass eating can’t fix I’m sure.”

“I’m sure too,” I giggled.

“Then let’s get ourselves to that bedroom and fuck as a couple yeah?” He asked.

“Sounds like a plan,” I grinned.

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[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Caution to the Wind

Wrecker x Fem!Reader

Summary: For her birthday, Omega asks you and Wrecker to ride the roller coaster with her at the fair.

Pairing: Wrecker x Fem!Reader

Characters: Wrecker, Omega, Hunter, Echo, Crosshair, Tech

Tags & Warnings: modern!AU, family fluff, roller coaster, anxiety, fear of heights

Word Count: 2k

Author's Note: Two fics in one weekend 😱 I think I broke a record 😂 Even though it's shorter than most of my one-shots, rest assured, this idea was predetermined at the beginning and didn't come from my panic that I only have a week left to finish my bingo card 😅 I love the Bad Batch and their characters, but inspiration is a very fickle thing. As always, please enjoy 💚

@clonexreaderbingo Square: Wrecker

It's a beautiful summer day, and as you walk through the crowds of people your senses are filled with the smells of funnel cakes and fried oreos, and the sounds of kids screaming on the fast, colorful, rides at the midway. Today is Omega's birthday, and to celebrate she wanted to spend the day at the local fair with her brothers. Their girlfriends were also allowed to come, making for a fun family day for everyone. It's been forever since you've gone to a fair, so you're also excited.

Omega sits atop Hunter's shoulders and points out everything she wants to do, eat, and ride. Tech keeps a running list of what she says so they don't forget something, including the firework show at the end. Echo is in charge of the map to make sure they take the most efficient path. Crosshair isn't much of a fairgoer, but he would never pass up an opportunity to wipe the floor with the dads at the fair games and win Omega the biggest stuffed animal available.

Then there's you and Wrecker. He's just as excited as Omega to enjoy the fair, but what he's most excited about is the food. Fair food is the best. There's nothing quite like deep fried candy bars and cheap corndogs smothered in ketchup and mustard. You're not sure where he keeps packing it away, but you had to stop after the fried pickles and take a break. You sit down on a bench to rest for a minute, when Wrecker walks over carrying a massive red and blue slushy.

Your eyes widen. "Please tell me that's not for me."

Wrecker laughs. "It's for both of us."

"Oh, thank God," you breathe in relief. You rub your stomach when you feel it gurgle.

"Not feelin' well?" Wrecker asks as he sits down and rubs your back.

"Just ate too much," you answer. "I'll be fine in a bit."

"Guess I'll have to drink this myself then," Wrecker says.

"Knock yourself out," you chuckle.

You continue to relax on the bench under the shade of a tree while you wait for your stomach to settle. It's the middle of the day, and the sun is beating down hard and hot. Everyone is taking a break now around the same bench, making sure to hydrate so the fun can continue without issue. You also end up taking a few sips of that slushy. Omega becomes restless as she plucks pieces of grass impatiently while sitting on the ground waiting to have fun again.

"Can we go now?" Omega asks while tugging on Hunter's pant leg.

"Ten more minutes," Hunter says as he leans against the tree and looks down at Omega.

Omega flops onto her back and groans. "The fair will be closed in ten minutes."

"Actually, the fair will close in approximately eight hours," Tech adds.

 "See?" Echo says as he pats Omega's leg. "Plenty of time to enjoy the rest of the fair."

Omega sits up and rolls her eyes.

"So," you begin, while trying to change the subject, "what's next on the list?"

"Hmm," Omega thinks. "The rides! Definitely the rides."

"Are you sure you don't want to save those until it gets dark?" Echo asks. "The lights on the rides are pretty at night."

Omega pouts.

"Let the kid go on the rides," Crosshair argues. "We've got the wristbands, so we can always come back after it gets dark."

Omega's face lights up and she tugs harder on Hunter's pant leg. "Hunter, please? Can we go now? I want to go on the rides."

Hunter sighs.

"Aw, c'mon, Hunter," Wrecker says. "It's the kid's birthday."

Hunter glances at Echo and Echo shrugs. "Fine. Let's go."

"Yes!" Omega exclaims as she jumps up from the ground.

You smile at her excitement, and stretch your arms above your head as you get up from the bench. You definitely feel more rested, and your stomach has settled since you sat down and stopped eating food. You're not sure about going on any of the rides though. You love the fair as long as you stay on the ground. You mostly enjoy the little shops, stands, music, food, and the animals, but not the rides. They make your stomach queasy, but mostly, you're afraid of heights.

However, for Omega's birthday, you will play along for as much as you can, even if you stay behind to hold everyone's belongings while they go on the rides. Someone has to do it, so it might as well be you. The first ride Omega chooses is an easy one, the carousel. Now that's a ride you can handle, and everyone can still carry their belongings onto the ride. It's not too fast and not too high, just perfect for someone like you, and possibly the only ride you'll go on.

After the carousel, the group hops from one ride to the next. Your plan of staying back and holding everyone's belongings is working out very well, and so far, no one has questioned it. Wrecker knows your apprehension towards rides and fear of heights, so he doesn't have to ask. Even through his own fear of heights, he still goes on the rides with Omega and everyone else. You admire him for working through his fear, for his little sister's sake, and wish you could too.

After a couple more hours of rides, the sun starts sinking lower in the sky and the heat of the day passes, with a slight breeze blowing in from the east. You thought that Omega would be tired by now from all of the walking and rides, but no, she is still moving like she was this morning. You don't know where she gets all of the energy from, but you now understand why Hunter is so tired all of the time. Keeping up with that ball of energy must be exhausting for him.

Just as you think you'll be leaving the midway to get more snacks and drinks before the firework show, Omega pulls everyone to one last ride. The roller coaster. You look up at the colossal giant of twisting metal and lose your breath as a cart of screaming people flies by across from you. That's one big nope from you. You are happy to just stay on the ground and let everyone else fly down that hill to their deaths. You take a seat on the bench by the line and try to relax.

"C'mon," Omega says as she pulls on your hand. "We're going on the roller coaster!"

You instinctively shrink down further onto the bench. "Oh, no, Omega. I can't."

"Please?" she pleads. "I want us all to go."

"Really, I–"

"It's for the kids' birthday," Crosshair interrupts. "If I have to put up with it, so do you."

"I don't like roller coasters," you explain. "They're way too high and scary."

"The probability of getting hurt on a roller coaster is one in one hundred and seventy million," Tech adds. "You will be fine by my calculation."

Echo elbows Tech and gives him a look. "Really?"

Tech pushes his glasses up. "My calculations are never wrong."

"Guys, please," you say. "I'm really afraid of heights. I can't do it."

"Wrecker is afraid of heights," Hunter notes, "and he's gone on everything."

"Well, maybe my fear of heights and his fear of heights are different," you argue.

"Mesh'la," Wrecker says as he sits on the bench next to you. "If you sit next to me, you know I won't let anything bad happen to you."

"But–"

"Just this once," Wrecker insists. "For Omega."

You sigh and look into Wrecker's soulful eyes. "Promise nothing will happen?"

"Promise," Wrecker says with a comforting smile.

You take a deep breath and exhale slowly. "Okay, let's go before I change my mind."

"Yes!" Omega exclaims. "Roller coaster here we come!"

The wait in line for the roller coaster is rather short, so you don't get a lot of time to overthink your absolutely horrible decision. You're not sure how you let them talk you into it, but here you are, stepping into the car of a roller coaster and regretting every second of it. You chose a car in the middle of the roller coaster, because both being in the front or the back is terrifying, then Wrecker squeezes in after you. He pulls the safety bar down and drapes his arm over your shoulder.

"Wreck," you say with a shaky voice. "I don't think I can do this."

"Just hold onto me," Wrecker says. "I gotcha."

You clamp your hands onto Wrecker's arm as best you can and squeeze your eyes shut. You want to get off, but the ride hasn't even started yet. You can hear Omega in one of the cars in front of you giggling in anticipation, while you, on the other hand, are hyperventilating and hanging on for dear life. Every terrifying possibility and horrific outcome races through your mind all at once and you wonder if you should have written a will before you let yourself get on the ride.

It's too late now. You feel the car jerk beneath you and the chain clanking as it pulls the line of cars down the track and towards the first hill. Every muscle in your body is tense and you don't dare to open your eyes, but you still feel it. You feel it moving beneath you along the track and your anxiety grows when your body leans back against the hard seat as the coaster is pulled up the first hill. Every alarm bell in your head is going off, warning you that you won't survive the drop.

Then it stops, and for a moment you let yourself relax, thinking you must be at the top of the hill. Of course, where else could you be? The anticipation of what's to come overwhelms your already tense body and you steal a peek, but instantly regret it. You're up, high up, very high up, and the only way down is to let the coaster take you there, but you don't want it to move. You feel sick and you hold onto Wrecker's arm even tighter, wondering if he feels the same way.

Before you can get the answer, you're careening down the hill at top speed. The rushing wind blows your hair wildly as your stomach enters your throat as the feeling of weightlessness takes over. But before you can pass out, your weight returns, pushing your butt back down into the seat. Now that your breath is back, you can finally scream. You scream for dear life, and you're pretty sure Wrecker is having as much of a horrible time as you are, but he stays strong for you.

Thankfully, the ride comes to a stop back at the station. The safety bars release, but you've got one solid grip on the bar and another on Wrecker's arms, refusing to let go, even though the ride is over. Your body has clamped down and you're stuck. You won't even open your eyes. Even if you try to move, you know your legs will be wobbly and you'll probably fall over, or at the least look ridiculous trying to exit the ride. Then you feel two strong arms lifting you out of the seat.

"I've got you," Wrecker soothes. "You're okay."

"Am I alive?" you ask with a shaky voice, eyes still squeezed shut.

"I think so," Wrecker says, then pinches your arm.

"Ow!" you yell and open your eyes.

"Yup," Wrecker says. "Alive and well."

You can't help but laugh. "Thanks."

Wrecker smiles and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead, which you lean into to help soothe your shot nerves.

"C'mon, guys!" Omega calls. "We're gonna miss the firework show!"

"Can you handle that?" Wrecker asks.

You sigh as your body begins to relax. "As long as I get to stay on the ground I can."

"Can do," Wrecker smiles, then drops your legs so you can stand.

"Actually, can you carry me?" you ask with big doe eyes. "I'm so tired and my legs feel like jelly."

"Always," Wrecker says, then picks you back up and follows after the rest of the group.

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[celemee]

" another nightmare? " and [Hair] for any pairing but if I'm allowed to beg: Raven/Wyll. Wyllven....

Oooh. Hey babe! Thanks for the lovely prompt. It ended up pretty smutty... 😅

The Dark Urge (Drow male) x Wyll

Post Canon, referenced murder

Mature/explicit

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Something warm wrapping around Ravendras's chest stirs him from his meditation.

"Another nightmare?" Wyll's voice, warm but crackled with sleep, whispers.

As a drow, Ravendras never sleeps, but his nightly meditation resembles the human slumber closely enough.

"Alfira. Again," Ravendras confesses, but leaves out the details. The viscera, the blood, the disfigurement he'd so enjoyed inflicting back before… all this. His hand comes to rest on top of Wyll's arm, a small smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.

Outside their tent, nature slowly wakes to a new day — tentative bird song pierces the silence, heralding sunrise. The air feels cool on his skin, moist where Wyll's warmth doesn't reach, and Ravendras nestles closer to his partner. Shivering. For reasons more than the obvious.

It's been five days since they left Baldur's Gate. Seven days since he'd died and returned a new person.

He's quickly wrapped in a tight embrace, warmed and soothed with kisses and encouragement.

"I'm so proud of you, darling," Wyll whispers into his hair, never stingy with his praise. "What happened with Alfira will never happen again. You made sure of that."

There's nothing in there about forgetting. The weight of Ravendras's past is always there for him to carry. There to remind him of what could have been, had the Blade of Frontiers not swooped in and showed him something worth living for. Something in the realm of life, instead of blood red death and torment.

Fingers thread into his hair and Ravendras leans in to kiss that dear mouth in response, ever grateful and ever hungry for this new something. The orange glow of dawn paints the tent walls as bodies press closer together.

Wyll chuckles into the kiss, as if wanting to talk. Whatever it was goes unvoiced; Ravendras flips to his stomach and shoots Wyll a look that's hard to misconstrue.

The bottle of grease is never far; Ravendras feels for it in his backpack and screws it open, offering it for Wyll to take.

"We may not get many chances for this when we get to Avernus," Ravendras explains, a smile on his lips. "But we'll have plenty of time to talk."

There's so much to work through. Plenty to learn, and not least of all being who he truly is, free of the ten tadpoles and the commandeering voice of his father. Such a process cannot be rushed — it's better to take it step by step. Indulging in wonders like Wyll's fingers entering him, stretching him wide and ready for the man himself.

Ravendras moans, disturbing nothing but the birds outside. Pushing to meet his lover's hand.

"More," he pleads shamelessly, spreading his legs to accommodate his man.

Wyll has other plans, it seems — he turns Ravendras gently onto his back and pulls him into his lap, legs on top of strong shoulders.

When he enters him — slowly, carefully, as if he's something breakable and precious — Ravendras closes his eyes and sighs. It's better than murder, better than the sea of blood he'd almost drowned in. The empty echo of his insides turns into a warm hum. Every part of him full. Every craving stroked.

"I'm so glad you chose life," Wyll murmurs into his knee, following with a kiss.

They move together for what feels like forever, bubbling with pleasure where their bodies connect. Eyes on each other, conveying the emotion that draws them breathless. Finally, Ravendras clamps around the large intrusion, his world going white as he's pushed off the edge with a single stroke of his cock.

Wyll soon follows, spending deep inside of him. Gently settling to rest on top of him, hot breaths on his tweaked nipples and chest staining with Ravendras's come.

For a long while, Ravendras doesn't think of Alfira. There's only the man he's with, the afterglow, and the cock still nestled inside of him like a treasure he's unwilling to part with.

His hands smooth up and down Wyll's back, then his horns, and finally wrap around him in a protective embrace. He's fallen asleep.

"I'm so glad I chose you, too," he whispers.

[thepaintedlady00]

Concordo 100% com o que @lovemeloseme falou sobre sua escrita e vou acrescentar: a maneira que você consegue descrever os conflitos internos e os sentimentos do Sonho é tão envolvente e bem construído, o mesmo com Penélope, que devoro o capítulo rápido e mergulho inteiramente na história.

Li novamente umas três vezes toda a fanfiction e todas as vezes vários sentimentos passaram por mim, desde o mais doce até a ansiedade ao final de cada capítulo querendo saber o que acontecerá no próximo. Tenha uma boa semana e aguardo as próximas surpresas! 👀

Ps: Menina, seus hots são de tirar o fôlego! 🥵​🥵​ amei como seus OCs foram tão bem inseridos na histórias e como casaram tão bem com a história principal da série. Quando assisti tudo de novo esses dias, senti falta da Penélope e do Francês 🤣🤣

Desculpe pela mensagem ENORME em Português (BR), mas precisava dizer o quão sua fanfiction me tocou e se tornou uma das minhas favoritas desde que comecei a ler! ❤🇧🇷

Thank you so much! 🥺 I love any kind of long ass feedback, no matter the language! It means so much knowing my fic is so loved! So thank you for taking the time to write all this! 🥰😍

I am infinitely glad that so many people love the way I'm writing all this. To me the thoughts and internal conflicts are almost more important than anything else. Dream in particular thinks far more than he says. He goes through a lot of emotions and has SO MUCH INTERNAL CONFLICT like this man is constantly walking around hiding his bsd emotions because he just wants to be happy but that doesn't work. And Pen has had a minute (80 years) to work through a lot of her issues and even she is so affected by the internal conflict of feeling like a burden and feeling like nothing. I'm just glad everyone's liking the long winded thoughts and things, it makes me feel so much better about writing! 😊

Thank you for the multiple read throughs! I love hearing that people love it enough to read it more than once! 🥰🥰🥰 And don't you worry theres plenty of twists and surprises coming! 👀😅

And again thank you so much! Writing the hot scenes and things like that is always nerve wracking for me because I'm still do new to it. But this chapter in particular I was ANXIOUS because it was the first spicy scene in Dreams POV so I'm glad y'all liked it!

I'm literally in the same boat though, I can't rewatch the show without just imagining Penelope in it and it gets confusing for a minute 😂😅 But I'm glad I'm not the only one, it means my baby is realistic to the world and hearing that just truly fills my heart! ❤

[higheldertala]

hi hi going through your salt rewatch tag bc i love the hot takes. anyway long ask incoming sry in advance. idk if this has been answered already since the post is a bit old, but re: your comments on spyfall part 2 and gallifrey in the bubble universe. i'm pretty sure the idea in hell bent was that the dr and clara could get out was because 1) they were at the end of everything and the universe is dying so timespace is weaker and 2) the time lords don't really WANT either of them on gallifrey, especially clara who's already at this point a disruption in time, so they sort of do what time lords do and just flick away the problem. i agree w you tho that hell bent is kinda ambiguous here and tbh on rewatch i've just kinda chalked it up to "it needs to be that way to make the plot go brr" and the emotional core of the episode (12/clara's relationship and her death) is strong enough for me that that's enough. (which, tbh, is one of my big complaints about the ch*b era bc i can forgive a lot of handwaving plot bullshit in dr who as long as it doesn't take me out of the story and more importantly, if it's so the emotional core of the story and the character relationships can take precedence. we don't get time to invest in 13's character relationships so like. the only thing that's left are the plot holes) as for why the master isn't stuck on gallifrey, i'm pretty sure that's part of what "the doctor falls" was supposed to explain:

12: (to Simm!Master) The last time I saw you, you were on your way to Gallifrey. SIMM!MASTER: Well, I didn't stay. Why would I stay? 12: So they cured your little condition and kicked you out. SIMM!MASTER: It was a mutual kicking me out. the master has never gotten along w the time lords so tbh it makes sense to me that they wouldn't want him in their specially protected pocket universe on a wartorn gallifrey. anyway that's how he's in the dr falls and subsequently regenerates into missy? dhawan!master? the timeline would be clearer if not for the fact that dhawan!master seems to have no memory of being missy. anyway i agree with you that it's weird that gallifrey lost basically all of its pocket universe protection in 13's era. the implication i got in "the doctor falls" is that the master being able to leave gallifrey was pretty hard, and it was sort of necessary that the time lords kick him out as opposed to him just leaving on his own. if i want to be generous, i could say that simm!master's previous experience being on pocket universe gallifrey gave him the info necessary as dhawan!master to go back and blow it up, but idk if at this point i'm just grasping at straws.

hi! thanks for ask, and no worries at the long ask, it’s much more fun when i can chat to people about it and god knows i can ramble on for ages 😅

and yes the gallifrey stuff does makes sense, thanks for reminding me! and haha yeah doctor who definitely does do a lot of plot go brr 😂 and yeah the gallifrey stuff does become background in hell bent which i agree with you the focus is more on 12 and clara. (and i definitely agree with you there’s no emotional anchor in this era to lean on when plot gets messy). i don’t know if moffat wanted to do anything more with gallifrey seeing as he made it such a big deal of bringing it back but that’s all past now.

yeah every showrunner seems to want to do radically different things with gallifrey which is frustrating as a viewer because imo it’s holds less and less meaning every time they change it and i end up just not caring about it all together.

and yeah your dhawan!master theory would make the most sense i could see that. and the whole missy thing is very confusing, because ch*bnall just point blank refuses to ever mentioned it, meaning fans have to fill in the blanks themselves (which obviously happens from time to time i admit). but it’s a shame because missy’s character arc was really interesting and fun and to act like it never happened at all is a weird one to say the least (i don’t have anything against the master going back to their ‘old ways’ but it uh definitely needed more than timeless child bs justification we got). it’s not like this was a terrible choice or had a blanket negative reception that ch*bnall decided we must do an U-turn on that immediately, rather it was actually quite popular within fandom, so who knows honestly.

[tom-whore-dleston]

🎁 please bestie 🫶😫🫠

Safer with You

Pairing: !bodyguard Oscar Isaac x !actress f. reader

Genre: angst and smut (lemon)

Warnings: yandere themes, stalking, fake dating, smoking, confessions, protective Oscar :'), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), lotus position, sorta soft dom Oscar, creampie

Summary: You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help falling for your bodyguard, especially when he makes your safety and happiness a priority.

Word Count: 2.1k so much for a quick fic 💀

Notes: I had so many ideas for this fic but I really liked the bodyguard au that I found here. It's not as smutty as I anticipated it to be but it's there I stg 😅 I literally wrote this all in one night and a lil of today so there may be a few mistakes, just pretend they're not there lol. Thank you to my bestie love, @wint3r-h3art for sending me Oscar's sexy ass to my inbox and giving me thots 😛 I love you hehe 😘 Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

*Part of my 23rd birthday celebration which is now CLOSED. Thanks again for taking part in my special day!

You heard the saying so many times: “Fame always comes with a price.” That phrase didn’t settle in until you were met with a stalker.

This person knew everything there was to know about you. They knew your full name. No, not the name you chose for Hollywood, your birth name. They also knew the names of all your family members and friends. They always knew about your whereabouts just so they could randomly run into you while grabbing brunch with friends or grocery shopping with your sister and her son.

The thing that made you sick to your stomach was when you received a text from an unknown number. Full of curiosity, you opened the text, a video of you turning off the light to your bedroom with a message that wrote:

“Sweet dreams, my shining star 😘”

Since receiving the eerie text message, you lived your life in constant fear. You decided to stay with your parents for a while, your dad driving you to your shoots. If you weren’t on set for your upcoming movie, you locked yourself in your childhood room, sobbing into the tummy of your stuffed animals until you fell asleep. Worried about your well-being and career, your team hired a bodyguard so you could resume your life in Hollywood. And that was how you met your personal bodyguard, Oscar Isaac.

Oscar was one of the best bodyguards in the business. He was dedicated to his work, especially since your team was paying him plenty to protect you. He learned the names of all your family members, friends, co-stars, and anyone that interacted with you often enough in case they were also in danger too. Your team didn’t want to make it obvious that they hired a bodyguard, but to explain why Oscar would be with you all the time, they suggested that you and Oscar pose as a couple.

Fortunately, everyone believed the facade you and Oscar put on. The press talked about you both nonstop. Your friends called you to fawn over how lucky you were to have snagged someone as hot as Oscar. Your co-stars congratulated your new “relationship” with a hug or pat on the back. The only people that knew the truth were your parents and your sister. They were happy that you were safer and not living in fear.

In fact, you felt a weight come off your shoulders after Oscar came into your life. You no longer felt scared or sad. Not only did his presence give you a sense of safety, but it also gave you comfort. The more time you spent together, the more you got to know him on a personal level. You knew it was wrong, but you found yourself developing a deep admiration for him.

One night, you tossed and turned in your queen sized bed. Even though you haven’t had any encounters with the stalker in a month, the thought of them coming back haunted you in the dead of night. After trying every tactic in the book to fall back asleep, you jumped out of bed and walked out of your room.

Entering the kitchen, you poured a glass of water until you spotted a figure standing on your balcony. Your heart thumped in your chest as you stepped closer towards the silhouette. You sighed loudly as the figure dropped their hand to the side, a puff of smoke appearing in the dark sky. Oscar spun around, meeting your sullen eyes. Joining his side on the balcony, you both stared off into the moonlight.

“Rough night?” Oscar asked, offering you a cigarette.

“Hmm, I wonder what gave it away,” You sarcastically blurted, popping the cigarette in your mouth. As he lit your cigarette, you gazed into his brown eyes that glimmered against the small flame.

“What’s on your mind?” If you had to pick one flaw he possessed, you would pick how he had a way of changing the subject. You shook your head, taking a hit of the cigarette.

“You thinking about them, huh?”

Tears welled in your eyes. “I’m so tired of being scared. Every time I start to feel like my life is back to normal, these thoughts just come out of nowhere. When will it end?”

Oscar took a hit the same time you did. Aside from the clouds of smoke, silence filled the air as you stood closer to one another. He put out his cigarette on the ashtray before turning towards you.

“It will end, I promise you that. I swear once we catch that son of a bitch, I’ll make sure their life is a living hell.”

“Oh, uhh, that’s not necessary-”

“No, it is extremely necessary. What kind of piece of shit watches someone go to bed from outside their house? I’ve seen cases like this so many times in my career and-” Oscar balled his hands in fists, his veins popping out of his forearms. “Whoever this guy is, they deserve to go to hell.”

You were speechless. You had no idea where any of this was coming from. Maybe it was the burnout of his job. Either way, he wasn’t done.

“You shouldn’t have to be scared of this prick. You should be going out, living your life, being happy. You deserve it. You deserve to be happy. Aside from your safety, your happiness is also a priority.”

Confused by his words, you took another hit of your cigarette, allowing the drug to relax you more. It was moments before you finally said something.

“Thank you for all that. It means a lot hearing those things from you. I can’t thank you enough for-”

Everything flashed before your eyes as Oscar desperately pulled you towards him to kiss you. His lips smashed against yours as he held you tenderly. Your head spun trying to process how the man you had slowly fallen for was now making out with you. Before he could deepen the kiss, Oscar released himself from you. When he noticed the look of perplexity on your face, he cursed under his breath.

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry. Please forgive me for my lack of professionalism. I’m sorry!” He ran back inside towards the guest room where he had stayed over the past month. You followed shortly after him, but he shut the door in your face. Frustration coursing through your blood, you pried the door open to see him pacing around the room. Oscar apologized again as you strode towards him.

“Don’t be. I wish you had done that sooner.” It felt like deja vu with the way Oscar pressed his lips against yours full of passion. The taste of tobacco danced on both of your tongues, causing you to deepen the kiss. In a matter of seconds, your shirt flew off your body and you mimicked the movement with his shirt. Your bare torsos collided in desperation as you attached your lips once more.

“You want me?” Oscar muttered, lips ghosting over yours. His searing kiss laced with tobacco left you breathless and intoxicated. All you could manage was a half nod. Apparently, that wasn’t enough for him.

“Tell me.” He cupped your jaw with his taut hand. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you, Oscar. I want you so bad.” He pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top of you. His lips attached to your neck, marking your skin with his teeth.

“I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you right now.”

“Then do it. Fuck me.”

You didn’t need to say anything else before Oscar shed off your sleep shorts and underwear. He groaned, relishing your naked body that he dreamt of for nights. His fingertips trailed over your skin. Shivers crept up your spine the further down his hand traveled. You held your breath as his fingers stopped a centimeter above where you wanted him most. Oscar glanced back at you, and you spread your legs in approval.

The corner of his mouth curved slightly before he tested his middle finger against your folds. You gasped and lifted your hips off the bed as your wetness enveloped his digit. Intense desire washed over him as he plunged his finger inside you. Your face scrunched in wanton, feeling him explore your cavern.

“Ahh, yes, feels so good.” Your hums drove him to insert another finger, pumping further to brush against that sweet spot. The way you moaned his name made his cock twitch in his sweatpants. He started palming himself through the thin material, fingering you until he hilted at his knuckles. Watching his fingers disappear inside you unleashed something in him. Something he has never felt with any woman.

Oscar let out an animalistic growl before stooping down to wrap his mouth around your engorged clit. You yelped as his beard scraped against your sensitive area. The sensation unlocked a new type of pleasure for you and you were addicted to his scruff between your legs. You raked your hands through his hair, clutching it as he sucked noisily on your bud. The delicious mixture of stimulation caused your stomach to churn.

“Oscar, ahh-”

“Yeah, you wanna cum?” He flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit as his fingers curled against your G-spot. “Cum for me, baby. Cum now!” As if on cue, a wave of pleasure crashed over you, causing you to tremble and push his head closer to your mound. Oscar purred against your pussy as his fingers drowned in your nectar. He ripped himself away from you, tugging you into his lap. You climbed on top of him, immediately crushing your lips to his. His bulge throbbed against your core, begging to be freed.

“Take my cock out, baby.” You moved slightly so you could yank his pants down and watch his dick slap against his lower abdomen. “Good girl, now go ahead and ride me.” Your hand slid up and down his shaft a few times before you sunk down on him. You barely got him halfway inside you before your eyebrows knitted together and your lips curled inward.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Oscar caressed your face before peppering kisses on your forehead and nose. “I gotcha, baby. I’m here.” You dropped further down on him until you were filled to the brim. You snaked your arms around him, closing the space between you two before grinding against his groin. It didn’t take long before you were bouncing on top of him, legs wrapped against his hips and holding his broad shoulders as support.

“So…fuckin…big,” you whimpered, digging your nails into his skin. Oscar leaned back, rutting his hips up to meet your thrusts.

“I know, baby. Bet you never had a cock this big.” You timidly turned your head to the side to avoid his lustful glare. With his slender finger, he tilted your head back towards him. He stared at you like a predator stalking his prey before attacking. This caused your brain to turn off and your hips worked over him in a frenzy.

“Fuck! Keep doing that. Just like that, baby.” Oscar’s praises made you throb violently around him, a condescending laugh slipping past his lips. Your hips bumped together in unison, and that familiar twist in your stomach returned as his tip hit that spongy button repetitively. You cried his name, announcing how close you were to the edge.

“Where d’you want me, baby?”

The words that came out of your mouth surprised both of you. “I want you to cum inside me, please. Wanna feel you so bad.”

Oscar fucked you until he knocked the wind out of you. “Take my cock like this. Take what belongs to you. All yours, baby.” You bucked your hips against each other until you tensed up above him. As you screamed in bliss, Oscar embraced you tightly against his slick chest. His grunts vibrated against you as he filled you with his seed. When you were full of his taint, he clasped your cheeks, kissing you with the same fiery passion as before you ravished each other.

You hopped off him, letting his cum drip from your hole before collapsing onto the bed. Oscar joined you on your side, cradling your shaking body. He lulled you as you calmed down from your high. When you came back down to earth, you curled up closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

“Did you really mean it when you said my happiness was a priority?”

“Of course I did! If I didn’t I wouldn’t have kissed you back there.”

“And we wouldn’t have…ya know.” Oscar chuckled, tucking a chunk of hair behind your ear. “Thank you.”

He looked at you puzzled. “For what?”

“For keeping me safe. Ironic enough, this is the most secure I have felt in my life. I can’t thank you enough for that.”

Your bodyguard interlaced his fingers with yours, stroking your hand with his thumb. “Even after this whole thing is resolved, I will still protect you with all my being.”

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[incorrect-koh-posts]

Hi darling! I hope you are fine and your thesis is going well! As someone who's studying hatd for the college entrance exam, I can understand the hardship and I hope you will be happy with results!

I was wondering about your thoughts on Baldwin possibly finding a lover, whether he confessed or not, and what he would so with his lover? Or maybe a close friendship? I'm at my feels again...

Anways take care and drink plenty of water! I don't know if it's hot there but I'm going to fry my own brain here because of the hot weather hehe...😅

Well, darling, thank you for your kind wishes - I hope your exam goes well and everything turns out fine for you, too! <3 Studying in this weather is a bit of a slog, you're right. Thankfully temperatures here in Germany are moderate at the moment, so I really can't complain other than not being able to go swimming and laze around in the sun to my heart's content. I do hope the heat is not too bad wherever you are, though. Stay hydrated 😁

Now, Baldwin and his prospective lover. Oh boyyy ...

I've said on here before that I think Baldwin is, at heart, a romantic. But I also think that he is a man very much concerned about his dignity, about how he appears to others in public as well as in private - and rightly so. He is a king, after all - one who must constantly make a show of his strength lest the vultures gather too closely around him. And I believe this would at least partly extend to how he'd approach a prospective romance: When it comes to confessing his feelings to someone, his main concern would be to save face, to not appear to be making a fool of himself - especially in case his advances might be rejected.

This is not to say that he would not want to confess to his crush, because inwardly he'd be dying to tell them and to see all that romantic tension resolved in a happy way. But I think the king in him would win over the romantic, in this case. Partly because Baldwin would be afraid of rejection and would prefer to such an abrupt ending the easy state of friendly companionship and occasional flirting; partly because he'd be concerned about his reputation as a ruler. So I'd say confessing his love face-to-face would be a rather unlikely thing for Baldwin to do.

He might find other, more subtle ways of communicating his feelings to his crush, though. Perhaps he could write them a somewhat hesitantly phrased letter, or have some sort of personal token (perhaps even anonymously?) delivered to their rooms that clearly says, 'This means more than friendship'. Again, there are many routes you can take with him; the only thing I would personally avoid is piling it on too thick with the cheesy love confessions, particularly in the early stages of a relationship. I don't think that is Baldwin's style at all (or any of the other guys', for that matter - except for Guy and Reynald, perhaps).

While we're at it, you could also include Baldwin being given a little bit of a push in his romantic pursuits by someone he's close to. You could have Sibylla do it, for example, dropping a hint or a cheeky remark here and there, or even sitting down with him and helping him construct a letter / pick out a personal present etc. and thereby showing that she does care for her little brother's happiness. Or ... idk, Tiberias could tell him in a moment of fond exasperation: 'God's bones, boy, you've been mooning over this person for months now - if you don't find the spine to tell them soon, then I swear to God, I will.' Or if you wanted to be really cutesy-cutesy, I suppose you could have Baudouinet say something to Baldwin in his childishly innocent way that would give him hope his feelings might be reciprocated.

So, yeah - many, many options to choose from. As for what he would do with his lover ... well, have a little list:

visit the palace library together: look at lovely illuminated manuscripts, maybe sneak in a kiss or two in a dark corner

walk / sit around in the gardens, simply talking to each other, getting to know each other's interests, wishes etc.

discuss political issues arising in the kingdom, giving both of them an opportunity to show off their quick wits as well as their willingness to listen to each other

his lover could talk him into dancing with them in his private rooms, just the two of them

spend time with Baudouinet together, perhaps playing with him and teaching him new things

depending on his health, they could go for a ride together, or simply visit the horses in the royal stables

attend a banquet where the whole court is present; cue lots of secret touches under the table (and, again depending on his health and how comfortable they are with each other, perhaps sharing a plate and a wine cup, which would be very medieval)

read each other poetry

teach each other new games

visit places in Jerusalem (perhaps as a sort of official visit, perhaps in disguise? you decide), e.g. some of the holy sites or the souk

as for bedroom activities, please refer to this ask, lol

Long story short: Talking to each other is key in any relationship, but especially in one involving Baldwin, I suppose 😂

I hope this helps and gives you some inspiration! Take care :)

[weasleywinchester]

Slow Motion - Ch. 3

I'll Never Be the Same

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Curvy Female Reader

Ehh ooo fam we back with another chapter of the fic that is currently keeping me from the pit of despair! Hopefully a few more updates for a few different series will be up this week since I have a consistent work schedule this week! Also I got the promotion at work! So hopefully my schedule will sort of straighten out so I have more time for the 10,000 hobbies I have 😅

Series Summary:

I mean, love at first sight has to exist for some people. Guess you’re one of the lucky ones. Bob had said it so nonchalantly. Like it was a thing that could, did, happen in real life. And yet here he was, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, falling for you faster than his plane could take off. But even if everything felt slow motion, was it possible the two of you were moving too fast?

Chapter Summary:

A week. One whole ass week and both of you were walking around like love drunk idiots. Rooster's no stranger to showing a girl a good time, but this love thing, that was new. And there was one thing he knew to be true: he could not screw this up. You on the other hand? All new territory; the hot guy, the flirting, you heart sounding like a fighter jet anytime he even crosses your mind. But luckily both of you had plenty of people rooting for you.

Monday

For 7 am there sure has been a lot of activity. You’ve checked in about a dozen guests, rearranged the Admiral’s calendar a few times and the phone will not stop ringing.

You manage to redirect the latest call, slamming the phone back into its cradle. Putting your head in your hands, you take a deep breath in and try not to linger on the fact that you left your lunch sitting on the counter at home. You couldn’t sleep after Bradley dropped you off; you tossed and turning not trying to read too far into the forehead kiss. Does it mean something? Does he look at me like a sister now that he know I’m the one Mav’s been trying to set him up with?

“Morning Red.” A familiar voice, still gravely from sleep, pulls you from your thoughts. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as you look up to see Rooster giving you a sleepy smile as he leans against your desk.

“You’re a sight for tired eyes Cap.” You look up at him, propping your cheek up with your hand. God, he's so cute.

He opens his mouth to reply when another voice cuts him off.

“He’s no captain.” Hangman scoffs, throwing his arm around Rooster and giving him a shake. You manage to keep your laugh to yourself despite the daggers that are clearly shooting out of Rooster’s eyes.

“She knows how to read Hangman.” Bob sarcastically notes as he passes by.

“Come on, let’s move!” Phoenix rolls her eyes, pulling Hangman off of Rooster. He gives a playful “hey!” As he’s shuffled away.

I owe Bob and Phoenix a drink… Bradley thinks as he turns back to your pretty face.

“Why’s he called Hangman?” You wonder aloud.

“How about we don’t talk about him anymore.” Rooster yawns. He may be tired but not enough to talk about Hangman.

“Thanks for driving me home last night.” You smile.

“You mean the whole two streets over from Mav and Penny’s?” He shakes his head. “Thought I was being a gentleman.”

“You were! Mav normally walks me home.” You huff a little laugh, your eyes connecting with his. There it is again, the silence that is full, just not with spoken words.

“I did actually come over here to ask if you were free Friday night?” He slowly asks, casting his eyes downwards. No backing out now. You don’t immediately answer, and when he looks back up your eyes are glued to him and he can practically hear the error noise in your brain.

“Red?” Knew that kiss was too risky. This probably wasn’t the best time. Maybe I can play it off-

“Ya… I’m free.” you answer. Is he asking me out?? On a date??

He quickly stands up straight, running his hands down the front of his uniform and clearing his throat.

“Uh, a bunch of the pilots and a few others are getting together for a bonfire on the beach. Thought maybe you could come with me…” he shrugs practically with his whole body. Stop being so awkward man. You know how do this!

“Ya.” You grin, watching Bradley slowly mirror it.

“Awesome, I’ll pick you up around 7?” He asks, his usual swagger back.

“Okay.” He gives you a shy smile and turns toward the hallway.

“And don’t worry, I remember how to get to your place.” He winks over his shoulder. 

Oh no.

“Hey, Rooster?” You wait until he turns to face you. “Could you not drive by Mav’s?” He gives you a small frown and waits for you to continue. “I’ll explain eventually, but Mav will jump to conclusions…”

"The correct conclusions?”

“Ya… but he doesn’t need to know quite yet.” You wink. Rooster grins at your mischievous look and nods.

_______

Friday

“Oh thank god you two could swing by!” You swallow both Penny and Amelia in a hug while trying to shuffle them inside.

“Well, your text made it sound important.” Penny laughs.

“I have a date, sort of, and I have no clue what to wear.” You blurt.

“With who?” Penny asks.

“Sort of?” Amelia asks at the same time.

“You already know.” You try to telepathically transmit Bradley’s name to Penny. “And it’s group bonfire night. Come look at what I have chosen so far.” You take Amelia’s hand and run into your bedroom.

“The beach is freezing at night, so I don’t want to wear anything too light.” You state, showing the girls your outfits you’ve put together so far. “But I also want to, you know, look good…”

“How about forgetting the jacket layer? Maybe he'll an extra if you happen to forget yours.”

“Amelia!” Penny gasps. You and Amelia roll your eyes.

“Penny, she’s your daughter, are you really that surprised?” You playfully snap. Penny contemplates your observation and nods.

“True. So dresses are out?” She picks up the one on your bed.

“Ya… I’ll just end up tucked in it like a ball if I get cold.” You agree.

“Why not just a shirt and jeans?” Penny shrugs. “Well, jean shorts since you don’t do pants.”

“What about this?” Amelia rearranges a few items.

“Perfect.” You and Penny agree. Now just to not be a fool in front of him. He wouldn’t ask you out just because Mav wanted him too… 

“You ok (Y/N)?” Penny asks, squeezing your shoulders.

“Penny… I can’t describe this feeling I have. It’s like we know each other, deeper than we know ourselves. But at the same time I’ve known him for a week.” You dramatically flop onto your bed, the girls immediately following suit. “I thought feeling like this only ever existed in my imagination.” You whisper.

“Oh, trust me it’s real. It might not always turn out how we think it will, but it’s very real.” Penny whispers, taking your hand in hers.

_______

“I’ll bet you a hundred bucks that Rooster shows up with a girl.” Hangman flashes a look to the group of pilots around the fire. They all wave him off, no way would anyone bet on that.

“I’ll bet he shows up with Red.” Bob pipes up. Hangman flashes a wicked smile while the rest of the group shakes their heads.

“You gotta deal Bob.” Hangman extends his hand and they shake.

“You really think he’d bring her?” Phoenix asks, giving Bob an unsure look.

“Trust me.” Bob smiles to himself, pushing up his glasses with his index finger. You two had become good friends and you admitted you would date Rooster if he asked. And Bob had suggested to Rooster to invite you tonight.

“There he is.” Coyote sits up to get a better look. Everyone follows his gaze to the blue bronco that just pulled in. Sure enough Rooster steps out with his signature sunglasses and gives everyone a wave. He jogs to the other side, opening the door and helps you out of the car.

“Bastard, how did you know?” Hangman tosses the bills at Bob, who quickly snatches them before they blow away.

“You sure they’ll be ok with me being here?” You ask Rooster as he takes your hand to help you down the hill.

“Ya, Hangman invited Joanna and her friends. Plus the group likes you al-“ he can feel you lose your balance and manages to catch you before you and booze hit the sand. “ready.” He finishes.

“I swear that wasn’t on purpose.” You giggle.

“If you wanted me to hold you close all you had to do was ask.” Rooster teases, quickly pecking you on the cheek before letting you stand on your own.

“Will you two hurry up? I’m thirsty!” Fanboy yells from his spot in the sand. The rest of the group playfully kicks sand in his direction as you and Rooster quickly join the group.

“Ooo whiskey, you know how to pick the good stuff Red.” Hangman compliments.

“What makes you think she picked it?” Rooster feigns offense.

“You would have bought cheap beer, and a lot of it.” Phoenix answers.

“Yikes. Guess it benefits everyone that I came.” You tease, sitting down next to Bob.

“You don’t mind us using the nickname, right?” Bob whispers, offering you some m&ms.

“I don’t, and I don’t think Rooster does either.” You shrug, gladly taking a handful of m&ms.

The group of girls Hangman invited join you, turning up the volume of the radio and getting everyone to dance. The bottle of whiskey disappears just as fast as the sun sets and everyone but the pilots, and you, have stumbled home.

“Wait, wait, wait! You’re telling me he wouldn’t let you, a pilot for the United States Navy, fly him? In a plane?” You shout in disbelief.

“Nope. Said it’s not you babe, it’s the plane.” Halo holds her hands up in surrender. “Like I believed that for even a second!”

“Would you fly with Rooster?” Phoenix asks, eyeing you suspiciously. Everyone gets quiet, their eyes flicking between you and Rooster.

“Ya, of course.” You answer. If you trust pilots you don’t even know to fly 747’s then why would you not trust anyone currently sitting around you?

“Really?” Hangman asks, his eyes searching yours to see if you’re just saying that to be nice.

“Ya, seems silly not to trust one of the best.” You smile at Rooster. “And that goes for all of you.” You quickly add, not that it made your feelings any less obvious.

“Think you’re the only civilian who’s ever said that to any of us.” Bob states, the look of surprise still on his face.

“Lucky me.” You smile. A shiver runs up your back as the breeze starts biting through your shirt.

“Here.” Rooster shucks his flannel off and places it on your shoulders. 

“Now you’ll be cold.” You comment, trying to hide the smile tugging at your mouth. I owe Amelia a girls day out. 

“Brought a spare when I saw you were wearing shorts and a baseball tee.” He shoots back as he puts a new flannel on.

Bob and Phoenix share a look when Rooster scoots flush against your side, putting his arm around you.

“They’re so in love.” Phoenix whispers.

“How long before they realize that?” Bob chuckles as he finished off his beer.

The group chats until the fire dies down enough that it no longer keeps any of you warm. Everyone says their goodnights, the guys giving Rooster a few cheeky comments about taking you home as he helps you into the Bronco.

“Hey.” You put your hands on his before he has time to walk away. His body snaps back to the side of the car, his face coming very close to yours as he gives you that cute dazed look you can never get enough of.

“I had a really nice time Bradley.” You whisper.

“So did I.” He smiles, eyes drifting down to your lips. When he looks back up you lean in and gently press your lips to his for a split second. You pull back far enough to make sure you weren’t moving too fast.

Without taking his eyes off you he opens the door, and slides into your seat, guiding you to sit on his lap. He flicks his eyes from yours down to your mouth and back up, silently asking if he can continue. You nod and eagerly press your mouth against his. His fingers dig into your thigh, and he licks the seam of your mouth begging for entrance.

You gladly oblige, your arm wrapping around his neck as the other hand slots into his curly hair. Your tongues dance and swirl, no spot left untouched. After what feel like eternity, you unlock your mouth from his, lungs desperate for air and brain so foggy you feel like you’re spinning. And then you feel it, a tickle that follows each kiss down your neck and you can’t help but squirm away.

“What’s so funny Red?” He breathes out, his own lungs finally having a chance to fill.

“The ‘stache tickles.” You giggle, combing it with your fingers.

“Say the word and I'll shave it.” He takes your hand, kissing each of your finger tips before kissing your lips.

“You would do that?” You frown. The world famous 'stache shaved for me?

“Only if you promise to keep kissing me like this.” He smiles, pushing your hair behind your ear.

“Can’t shave it, pretty sure the Navy would throw me overboard.” You kiss him on the cheek. “Guess you’ll just have to keep kissing me until I get used to it.” You mumble as you press your open mouth against his.

He sighs, a smile spreading across his face. As you wish, Red.

_______

Saturday

“Don’t you two took great!” Penny claps her hands together at the sight of Maverick and Rooster in full uniform.

“You say that to everyone in uniform.” Mav chuckles, stealing a kiss.

“Can’t help that everyone looks good in uniform.” She laughs, turning to Rooster. His eyes are already scanning the Family Fun Day crowd for something, or someone.

“We’ll catch up later.” Mav pats him on the back. Rooster gives him a nod and bolts to the row of booths.

“Just me or is he distracted?” Mav smirks at Penny.

“Not as distracted as you.” She winks, taking off toward the crowd.

Rooster waves to a few people as he passes, eyes darting around the carnival until he spots you sitting on a bench. He straightens his uniform, takes a deep breath and saunters over to you.

“Hey Red.” His smooth voice whispers in your ear.

“Cap.” You lean back and smile over your shoulder. Swear her smile gets more beautiful every time...

“How come you’re not over there with all the other pretty girls waiting to walk the runway.” He nods to the group of women dressed in their best 1940’s attire.

“No one wants to see me on that runway.” You playfully roll your eyes.

“I do.” He simply answers, looking at you over the brim of his glasses.

“You think I'm just as pretty?” You smile triumphantly.

“I think you’re more beautiful than any of the women on this base, but that’s beside the point.” He stands up, waltzing around the bench and taking a seat next to you. “What’s it going to take to get you up there?” He nods toward the stage.

“Seriously?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“How about a friendly wager?” He slides off his glasses, clipping them to his shirt, and waits for your answer. You wave your hand for him to continue. 

“You get on that stage and I’ll take you to dinner.” He smirks. “You win that competition, you get to choose the place and I'll pay.” He lays one arm along the back of the bench, and even though he’s not touching you, you can feel the electricity spark from his fingertips.

“Sounds like you just want an excuse to be alone with me.” you point out. He bites his tongue and gives you a shy smile.

“Damn, saw right through me.” He chuckles in your ear. You feel the tip of his nose gently scrape against your cheek, and it takes every ounce of control not to shiver.

“We have a deal, hot stuff.” You say into the shell of his ear and walk over to the sign in table.

“Rooster!”

He turns to the voice to see Hangman, Phoenix and the rest of the crew barreling toward him.

“What’s up man?” Rooster reaches for Hangman’s hand, pulling him in for a half hug.

“Did you see all the ladies gearing up for the annual 40’s styled battle of the babes.” He claps, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“I know which one is gunna win.” Rooster fires back.

“And how would you know that?” Phoenix pokes.

“Guess you'll just have to wait and see.” Rooster grins, playfully punching the air and taking off to find you backstage.

“Ready Red?” He whispers into your ear, laughing when you jump a little.

“Bradley! Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to sneak up on people?” You lightly swat his chest, your heart going into overdrive.

“Yea, but the Navy says differently.” He flashes a smile as the precession of ladies moves onto the stage.

Someone is announcing names of the girls and their escorts while the crowd ooh’s and ahh’s at them. You watch each girl walk out into that runway, a seed of doubt sprouting in the back of your mind.

“You don't really have to do this if you don't want to.” Rooster offers, noting the small furrow in your brow. He takes your hand and gently places it in the cook of his elbow, preparing to take you wherever you want to go.

“Tell me one thing before we walk out?” You whisper.

“Anything.” He answers. He’s typically reserved with personal information, but he feels like he can tell you anything.

“You ever met someone that makes you feel… different, like you’ll never be the same?” Like you've been in love the moment you saw them in a bar smiling like at you like you were the best thing they ever laid eyes on?

He takes a deep breath beside you, shaking out the tension in his body. Your turn.

“Ya. You.” He confesses, heart pounding louder than a fighter plane. He slowly looks over to see you look up at him, a smile spreading across your face as one of the volunteers backstage directs you to where to start walking.

“And now we have Miss (Y/Full/N), who I’ve been told was awarded the call sign ‘Red’. Ain’t the cute everyone? Her own call sign!”

Bradley struts beside you, waving and saluting to the crowd and you can’t help but do the same. 

“And look at those amazing victory rolls! Very talented! She’s escorted by Lieutenant Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw...”

A Loud whistle erupts from the crowd, followed by loud cheering. You look to see all of his friends clapping and whistling as you two walk by. When you reach the end of the stage Rooster gives you a twirl and dips you low, making the crowd go wild.

“Rooster!” You giggle as he gently pulls you up, keeping you close.

“Gotta give them the whole show Red.” He chuckles, walking you back up the stage.

“Alright! Let’s see what the judges have to say.” The announcer excitedly tells the crowd. Each judge holds up their cards but you could care less if you won, because you still get the ultimate prize of a date with the handsome man beside you.

_______

Monday

“How would one get a hold of 10 pounds of crappy work coffee?” You ask Eric, whom you have labeled “the snack man” since he’s in charge of ordering all the food and drinks for the staff break rooms.

He stops reading the paperwork that’s in front of him and slowly turns to you.

“Why would you need that much?”

“It’s… ugh… for a personal thing.” You shrug. Please don’t ask…

His face turns from concerned to intrigued, which means you’re going to have to fess up.

“I lost a bet with Mav. I now owe him a year's worth of crappy work coffee.” you mumble, finding the toes of your shoes very interesting. 

“Ok. What was the bet?” He finally breaks the silence.

“What?” You look up at him.

“The bet. What was it?”

You stick your tongue inside of your cheek. Can't be worse then telling Mav he won, right?

“Whether or not I’d start dating his nephew…”

Eric bursts out laughing, slamming his fists on the desk.

“Eric…” You moan. It’s not that funny!

Eric’s turning red at this point, unable to breath in long enough to give himself oxygen. You give him a few more seconds but it doesn’t seem like he’s going to stop.

“Eric! You going to help me or what?” You shout.

“Ya… ya, I’ll get you your crappy coffee.” He stands and walks past you. “I would say I could have told you you’d lose that bet, but guess you didn’t really lose, huh?” He pats your shoulder and starts gathering the coffee.

_______

“Woah, what’s that for?” Amelia asks as Bradley slams the giant coffee bag onto the island.

“No idea. (Y/N) said to set it on the counter.” He shrugs, taking a seat next to her.

“Oh good, you’re here.” You smile at Amelia as you walk into the kitchen.

“Coffee Beans?” Amelia raises her brow at you.

“Mav and I had a bet. And I lost. He gets a year's worth of work coffee.”

“What was the bet?” Amelia and Bradley say in unison.

“Whether or not I would end up dating Bradley…” The words slowly fall from your mouth.

“We are official now…” Bradley points out to Amelia.

“Called it. But that means you bet against it?” Amelia frowns at the last bit.

“Woah woah, don’t get it twisted. I would date Bradley in a heartbeat…” You clarify. “I didn’t think he would want to date…. me.”

“Why?” They ask in unison again.

“Because sometimes I can’t get past what society has put into my head.” You sigh.

“Babe, You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met.” He takes your hand and pulls you until you’re standing between his knees. “And I wouldn't change a thing about all these nice curves.” He rumbles into your ear, running his hands along your hips.

“Thanks sugar.” You tell him softly, pressing your lips quickly against his.

“No kissing in front of the children!” Amelia playfully whines, covering her eyes.

“Alright, alright! Help me make this look nice!” You giggle, taking a bunch of supplies out of your bag.

_______

“Amelia said (Y/N) came by earlier and dropped something off for you.” Penny tells Mav as they pull into the garage.

“Really? Thought she was stuck at work-” Mav takes two steps into the house and all he can see from the hall is MAV written in big red letters. He quickly walks over to the kitchen island and there’s a large brown box sitting on the counter that says

Lift me!

He shimmy’s the box up to reveal a very large bag of coffee that has a note taped to the top of it

Look in the box.

“That’s not even the good stuff…” Penny mumbles. Mav’s face breaks into the biggest smile when he remember what he told you a couple months back

“Too late. You owe me a year's worth of crappy work coffee if you two end up dating.”

He looks inside the box and there’s an envelope stuck to the top. He peels it off, flipping it over to open it and almost misses the very small writing along the flap

You win.

He opens it and pulls out a polaroid picture of you and Bradley kissing.

“It’s official.” He smiles triumphantly, turning the picture to show Penny.

“Hope she’s ready for this wild ride.” Penny shakes her head, giving Mav a big kiss on the cheek.

_______

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