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bradshawssugarbaby · 8 months

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Blue Skies and Green Eyes (Jake Seresin x Reader)

A/N: so I decided to just write an air show meet cute for Jake, Bradley and Bob because, even with a poll, how could I ever choose? So, here's the first of three, I guess? 😅

pairing: Jake Seresin x reader

content/warnings: pure fluff, air show inaccuracies because the last time I went to one I was 9, and it was in a cornfield, reader has a named niece and nephew, no physical description of reader given other than an allusion to them being tall.

word count: 2.1k

On the sun-soaked beach, your niece and nephew climbed over one another eagerly on the blanket you had carefully arranged, vying for the best spot to witness the spectacle unfolding overhead. The air show, a cherished tradition passed down from your father to you and your brother, had become an annual pilgrimage for your family. Determined to keep the legacy alive, you eagerly took charge of the tradition when your brother couldn't make it to your nephew's first air show.

For the past seven years, this had been your unique tradition with them. As the jets roared to life in the sky, the kids engaged in a lively dispute, each competing for an unobstructed view of the aerial acrobatics. Your brow furrowed as their bickering escalated, prompting an eye roll from you. Seizing the opportunity to diffuse the tension, you chuckled and settled between them, effectively creating a barrier that halted their squabble.

“Hey!” They both protested, shaking their heads in dismay.

“If it's the only way to prevent a full-blown war between you two, then I'm planting myself right here,” you declared with a playful smirk.

Mia, your spirited niece, responded with a pout and crossed arms, while Aiden, her older brother, countered by sticking his tongue out at her, a mischievous grin adorning his face as he comfortably claimed his spot beside you.

“Aiden,” you warned, catching his silent final shot at his sister out of the corner of your eye.

“Sorry.”

A warm smile adorned your face as you, along with the children, gazed skyward, captivated by the mesmerizing display of aircraft maneuvering through a series of intricate twists, turns, and loops. Aiden erupted in cheers and enthusiastic whistles, his excitement bubbling over as a FA-18 Super Hornet executed a flawless barrel roll high above. Engrossed in the spectacle, he fervently waved at the aircraft above him, a hopeful gesture that the pilot might catch a glimpse and reciprocate in some way. Beside him, Mia eagerly pointed upward, her eyes widening in sheer wonder as the plane effortlessly navigated a knife-edge flight, leaving her with an awestruck expression that mirrored the spectacle unfolding before her.

As the airshow continued, the sky became a canvas for more daring aerobatics. Another set of aircraft roared onto the scene, executing synchronized maneuvers that left trails of smoke swirling against the azure backdrop. Aiden and Mia's attention darted from one spectacle to another, their faces alive with awe and exhilaration. You couldn't help but share in their enthusiasm, reveling in the joy of witnessing these aerial feats with the same awestruck gaze you had as a child yourself, completely fascinated by the skill executed in every move.

Suddenly, a squadron of jets soared in tight formation, their wings almost touching as they painted the sky with precision. The deafening roar of engines filled the air as the pilots skillfully executed a breathtaking sequence of loops and rolls, creating a symphony of motion that left the onlookers breathless.

Aiden, his eyes glued to the spectacle, whispered in amazement, "I want to be a pilot one day, just like them!"

Mia, equally captivated, nodded in agreement, her imagination ignited by the incredible display unfolding above.

“Do you think we could meet them?!” Aiden asked excitedly as he turned his attention to you.

“I don’t know, honey, they’re probably really busy,” you explained with a nod of your head, knowing that the chances were unlikely to be in your favour.

“Can we try?! Please?”

You looked at Aiden’s pleading face, and then to his sister, who had decided to match his facial expressions, their innocent faces making nearly impossible for you to say no to.

“Fine, we can try. But I’m not making any promises, guys. You know, they’re really busy, and they’re actual military pilots, they’ve got lots of stuff to do.”

The children both cheered the moment you agreed to their request, and you could tell that the last portion of your reply was falling on deaf ears. You huffed a mock dramatic sigh as you squeezed both of them into a tight hug, laughing softly.

After the airshow had concluded, all Mia and Aiden could talk about was how you were taking them to try and meet some of the pilots. You felt an anxious knot in the pit of your stomach, nervous that you’d be unable to fulfill their wish. Holding both of the children’s hands, you approached the airfield fence where the pilots could be seen chatting after the show, their planes merely feet away from where you stood. A group of pilots who appeared to be in their early to late 30s stood together, laughing cordially as they spoke. One of the pilots, a tall blonde with an air of pure, unbridled confidence to his stance took notice of you as you stood with Mia and Aiden. He waved his hand to say hello, and Aiden practically squealed in excitement, jumping up and down on the spot.

The blonde pilot raised his hand to his colleagues, appearing to excuse himself for a moment. Suddenly, you noticed Aiden’s attention turn to the side. You and Mia followed his gaze, noticing that the blonde pilot was now on your side of the fence that separated the three of you from the military aircraft in the field.

“Hi, did y’all enjoy the airshow?” The aviator asked, flashing a charming smile at you as he lifted his sunglasses to rest on top of his perfectly coiffed hair.

Aiden nodded his head in a stunned silence, starstruck by the man standing before him. The allure of the charismatic Navy pilot was undeniable. His tall, athletic frame exuded confidence, and his sun-kissed skin bore witness to countless hours spent in the cockpit under the Californian sun. Those stunning pale green eyes seemed to hold the vastness of the sky, hinting at the adventures he'd encountered soaring through the clouds. Jake's charming smile had a magnetic quality, drawing you in with its warmth and openness. The subtle southern drawl in his voice added an extra layer of appeal, creating a melody that resonated with the thrill of the airshow and the laid-back atmosphere of the beach.

“We did,” you said after a moment’s hesitation, trying to not appear like a lovestruck teenager as your eyes briefly met with his.

The pilot knelt down to Aiden and Mia’s level, smiling at them both with the same charming grin he gave you a moment ago.

“Do you kids like planes?”

“I do!” Aiden and Mia both responded in unison.

“That’s awesome to hear! My name is Jake, I fly planes for the US Navy, see that one there?” He beamed proudly as he gestured towards one of the grey aircraft parked in the distance, “That’s my plane. All of our planes have our names on them so we know who’s is who’s, and our callsigns, so we can just use one word to talk to each other on the radio.”

“What’s your callsign?” Aiden asked, tilting his head as he looked at Jake.

“Hangman. Like the game, where you have to guess letters to find out what the secret word is, do you know that one?”

Aiden nodded his head and grinned. You couldn’t help but admire how patient and friendly Jake was towards Aiden and Mia, taking care to answer their eager questions with thorough answers and explanations, leaving nothing unanswered. As he spoke passionately about his experiences as a Top Gun graduate stationed at Miramar, you couldn't help but be captivated by the combination of his professionalism, adventurous spirit, and undeniable charm.

“Do you have a rank?” Aiden quizzed, tilting his head.

“Of course! Lieutenant Jake Seresin, US Navy,” Jake grinned, “And what’s your name, little guy?”

“I’m Aiden, and this is my sister, Mia,” Aiden explained, before introducing you as somewhat of an afterthought due to his excitement.

Jake looked up at you, a genuine smile forming on his lips. His green eyes stayed on you, and you could feel a sense of curiosity in his gaze. He turned his attention back to your niece and nephew, his hand resting on his knee as he looked at them both.

“Nice to meet y’all! Maybe, if your aunt says it’s ok, you guys could come back here one weekend, and I could give y’all a tour of the planes, let you meet some other pilots? Sound fun?”

Jake's offer had your niece and nephew practically buzzing with excitement. Their pleading eyes and enthusiastic pleas tugged at your heartstrings, mirroring the eagerness that now danced in your own eyes. You exchanged a glance with Jake, whose genuine smile hinted at an underlying warmth.

"Well, Lieutenant Seresin," you responded with a playful grin, "it seems like you've just won yourself two eager co-pilots for that future tour of yours."

The prospect of spending more time with Jake and experiencing the world of naval aviation up close had ignited a spark of anticipation within you. As he continued to chat with Aiden and Mia, effortlessly captivating them with tales of high-flying adventures, you couldn't help but appreciate the sincerity in his demeanor. The beach, once a stage for the breathtaking airshow, now held the promise of more extraordinary moments to come.

With a subtle twinkle in his pale green eyes, he stood up and straightened his posture to his full height, easily taller than you by more than a few inches. He turned his attention back to you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"You know," he began, his pale green eyes locking onto yours, "meeting someone as captivating as you wasn't part of the airshow program today. Consider me pleasantly surprised."

A warm flush crept across your cheeks as you chuckled at his smooth remark. Jake continued, his voice carrying the lilt of his unmistakable southern drawl, "I was thinking, maybe when I'm not up in the skies, we could grab a coffee or a drink. Talk about something other than planes and maneuvers, you know?"

The subtle invitation hung in the air, and you found yourself nodding, unable to suppress a growing smile.

"I'd like that," you replied, your eyes meeting his with a shared sense of anticipation.

“How about you share your number with me? That way, we can figure out when to meet up again. And it saves you from having to try and track me down on a Naval base."

Feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation, you retrieved your phone, fingers tapping out the digits as you exchanged contact information. Jake reciprocated, a grin playing on his lips as he entered your number into his phone. The exchange felt like a subtle promise, a digital tether that connected two individuals eager to navigate beyond the boundaries of the beach encounter.

With phones back in pockets, there was a shared acknowledgment that this exchange wasn't just about convenience but a mutual interest in seeing where this connection could lead. As the warm sunlight cascaded down over you, your niece and nephew’s muffled giggles and whispers in the air, and the promise of future messages and potential meetings lingering, it left you both with a sense of excitement for what lay ahead.

"Well, it looks like it's time for me and these two little aviators to head out," you remarked with a playful glint in your eyes.

The prospect of saying goodbye brought a hint of reluctance to the moment. With a gentle nudge, you encouraged Mia and Aiden to express their gratitude.

"Come on, you two," you said with a smile, "let's thank Lieutenant Seresin for the amazing day." The kids, still brimming with excitement, turned to Jake, expressions eager.

With genuine appreciation in their voices, Mia and Aiden chorused their thanks.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Seresin!"

Jake chuckled warmly, crouching down to their eye level. "Y’all can just call me Jake, you know. No need for all the formality, I’m only Lieutenant Seresin if my CO is around." He winked at them, his easygoing nature resonating with their youthful enthusiasm.

As the kids bid their farewells, Jake turned to you, his gaze holding a hint of something more. "Until next time, I suppose," he said, his tone carrying a mix of sincerity and anticipation.

You smiled, reciprocating the sentiment. "Absolutely. Until next time, Jake."

With a final exchange of glances and well wishes, you, Mia, and Aiden left the beach, the echoes of the airshow and the promising connection with Jake lingering in the warm California breeze. Armed with plans to coordinate with the kids' parents for a tour with Jake, and plans to schedule a date with him, you hoped this encounter marked the beginning of a connection that extended beyond the sandy shores of Coronado Beach.

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daisies-daydreams · 3 months

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Miguel O’Hara and Fem!Reader!!

Can you add smut and praising and reader is a virgin, Miguel and Reader have been dating for a while so reader has been thinking about doing it for a while so she has the courage to ask miguel? :D

thanks!! :))

Paradise (Miguel O'Hara x F!Virgin!Reader)

Header Credits: @natashowlet (center) & Pexels Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Virgin!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut Tags: Use of (Y/N), Making Out, Virginity Loss, Grinding, Foreplay, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Multiple Orgasms (Reader), Big Dick Miguel (it's canon I swear), Size Difference, Depictions of Pain (related to virginity loss), Praise Kink, Protected P in V Sex (Wrap the Schlong Before You Donkey Kong), Petnames Word Count: 4k+ A/N: Hello lovely! It's great to hear from you again! (not to mention a request for our man Miguel 😏). I'm sorry if it's not great - it's been a while since I've written and I'm feeling pretty rusty. 😔 Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy!

Miguel hummed quietly as he stroked his thick fingers through your hair, your smaller form resting in his lap. It's been a long week, and the two of you decided to have a cozy night in. You rested your head on his chest as the two of you snuggled in bed, the sound of rain tapped against your window. While you enjoyed sitting back and relaxing with your love, you couldn't deny the growing fire in the pit of your stomach and how it reached every corner of your body.

You weren't expecting to just blurt it out, but before you could stop yourself, you quickly muttered: "I-I want to do it". You hid your face in your boyfriend's shoulder as he stopped running his fingers through your hair.

"What was that, (Y/N)?" your lover murmured. You kept your head nuzzled against his broad shoulder as heat filled your cheeks. Miguel sighed as he rubbed the small of your back. "Cariño, por fa. I want to hear what you have to say," he gently urged you [honey, please]. Your throat grew tight as you laid your hands on his bare chest.

"I...I said that I want to do it," you said, your voice only slightly louder this time. You flinched when your boyfriend's grip on your back tightened as he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Do you mean..." his voice trailed off as you felt his heart thud against his chest. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you slowly nodded against his shoulder.

"I...I've been wanting to have sex with you for a while, but..." you bit your lip as you wiggled in his lap. You gasped as you felt his hands slip from your spine to your hips, his fingers ghosting over your waist as he breathed against your ear.

"I-I don't know if I'd be the best person for your first time, conejita," he said with a bit of nervousness tinted in his voice [bunny]. You slowly pulled your head up and pinched your brows together.

"What do you mean?" you asked while tilting your head. Miguel's Adam's apple bobbed as he rubbed the back of his head, his hickory eyes avoiding your curious gaze.

"Well, you see..." a dark pink dusted over his sharp cheeks as he tried to find the right words. Your lover eventually closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Hermosa...I just don't want to hurt you," he muttered softly as his wide shoulders slumped [Beautiful]. Your heart instantly melted at his words as your gaze softened. Miguel's eyes snapped open as you pecked his cheek and wrapped your arms around his thick neck.

"Migs, está bien. Confío en ti," you whispered soothingly [Migs, it's okay. I trust you]. Miguel's breath faltered as his eyes glossed over, his body stiff against you as he parted his lips.

"Oh, conejita..." he breathed before pulling you into a tender hug. You smiled as you relished in the gentle brush of his breath over your cheek. Your lover slowly pulled back before staring at you with a more serious gaze.

"You do know that I'll have to do a lot of foreplay, right?" he murmured while gently cupping your chin between his thick thumb and finger. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of his digits burying into your tight, wet cunt while he suckled on you clit.

"I-I don't mind," you said before biting your lip. Miguel smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling before tenderly he pecked your cheek.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" he purred lowly as his hands traced over your thighs. Your heart skipped a beat as he delicately traced his fingertips over your skin, his lips dancing over your jaw.

"Miguel," you flushed as he smiled against your cheek.

"I mean it: you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen," he whispered before gently lying his lips against yours. Your eyes widened as you gripped the back of his neck, your legs spreading across his lap. Miguel groaned as your clothed heat pressed against his crotch, the growing hardness beneath you making you shiver.

"God, you taste so good...I really wanna to know what the rest of you tastes like," Miguel rumbled as his hands squeezed your hips. Your moan echoed against his plump lips as you arched your back. "Will you let me taste you, cariño?" your lover groaned. You sighed heavily and nodded, each nerve in your body lit with arousal.

"Y-Yes," you whispered. You yelped when he suddenly picked you up, his massive palms cupping your ass as he flipped you onto your back. Miguel licked his lips as he gently hooked your shirt with his fingers.

"Are you sure this is okay, (Y/N)?" he asked, his breath cascading over the fabric of your t-shirt. You nodded and sighed as you cupped his face.

"Miguel, it's alright," you gently reassured him. Miguel swallowed thickly before giving a short nod, his eyes trailing over your body before he slowly pulled your shirt up. Goosebumps broke out across your skin as the cool air swept across it, your heart racing beneath your sternum as you gazed up at the loving man before you.

"Look at you, mi vida," Miguel breathed as his fingers dipped behind you, gently picking at your bra clasp as he pecked your lips [my life]. You sighed and tilted your head as your lips met in a sweet embrace, his fingers deftly working your bra off. Your nipples almost instantly hardened as you felt the fabric drift off of your body, your heartrate speeding up even more as you felt his hands gently caress your mounds.

"So ready and eager for me, hm?" he murmured while smoothing his thumbs over your buds. You moaned and arched your chest into his touch as your walls clenched around nothing.

"Y-Yes," you murmured and squirmed beneath him. Miguel sighed softly before leaning down and gently puckering his lips around your right nipple. Your eyes nearly crossed as you gripped his shoulders, the subtle pressure drawing a sharp moan from your lips. Your lover softly massaged your other hard bud with his thumb as he lapped and suckled on your breast.

"O-Oh fuck, Miguel," you mewled. You felt him grin against your soft areola as his other hand slowly worked its way down your stomach before cupping your pussy through your panties.

"Mmm, I can already feel how wet you are for me, conejita," Miguel groaned as his fingers traced over the slick spot in your underwear. You moaned as the tips of your ears burned as he continued to rub your clothed labia while swirling his wet tongue around your perky nipple.

"M-Miguel, please," you whimpered as the growing need for something to be inside of you consumed your mind. Miguel looked up with raised brows.

"What is it, baby?" he murmured in a low, husky voice. You gulped as he rested his palm against your heat.

"I-I want you to eat me out," you said with a deep blush. His grin quickly turned into a smirk as he rested one last kiss on your breast. You arched your back as you felt him leave a trail of wet, sloppy kisses down your stomach before he nipped at the band of your shorts and panties.

"With pleasure, mi amor," Miguel hummed as he hooked his fingers around the top of your pants. Your legs shook as he tugged the rest of your clothes down, strings of your slick breaking off of your panties as the two of you moaned. Miguel's mouth looked like it was practically watering as he used his thumbs to pull your pussy lips apart, a pool of your slick oozing from your puckering hole.

"Jesus, you're completely soaked," Miguel murmured, his lips just barely brushing over your aching clit. "You're so fucking hot," he groaned before sticking his tongue out. Your breath left in short gasps as he gently lapped at your sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingers prodding at your weeping entrance.

"M-Miguel, shit," you moaned as you tangled your fingers in his hair. Miguel sighed as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive clit, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through your core.

"You taste so good, (Y/N). The sweetest thing I've ever tasted," he rumbled before fully encasing your lower lips with his mouth. Your jaw clenched as you bucked your hips forward, the eager drag of his tongue along your slit drawing a high-pitched squeal from your throat.

"O-Oh Miguel!" you whined as he gently nudged his fingertips inside your eager cunny. Your walls sucked him in as he slowly inched his digits deeper and deeper, his tongue painting lewd shapes around your pulsing clit.

"T-That's-" you gasped as you felt the stretch grow inside your tight cunny. Miguel immediately stopped, drawing a whine from you lips as he leaned back from your dripping pussy.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asked, his brows furrowed and mouth curved into a concerned frown. You took a deep breath and shook your head, your legs turning to jelly when you saw his fingers were only half-way inside your sex.

"N-No, it feels really good. Just...not used to the stretch," you confessed with tinted cheeks. Miguel sighed softly and pressed a gentle kiss to your pulsing clit. You mewled as your legs shook around his head, your walls gripping his thick digits with such fervor you were afraid it was going to hurt him. And yet, Miguel continued to flick his warm, wet tongue across your clit while gently curling his digits inside your slick cavern.

"Gonna take it slow then, okay, baby?" he rumbled gently, his plump lips dancing over your labia. You nodded as you ran your fingers through his thick hair. Miguel sighed at your feather-light touch before he dove his head back down, puckering his lips around your engorged button while he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of your squelching cunt.

"O-Oh fuck, Miguel!" you moaned and gripped his hair. Miguel groaned against your pussy as he licked a bold stripe from your stuffed hole to your clit.

"You feel so tight wet for me, conejita. I can't wait to stretch you out even more with my cock," he said in a husky whisper. Your heart skipped a beat at his words as your pussy gushed over his digits. Miguel chuckled softly. "You want that, hm? Want me to fuck you with my thick, heavy cock?" your boyfriend purred before wetly kissing your clit again. You gasped and squirmed in his grasp.

"Y-Yes," you panted, the drag of his fingers against your gummy walls and his soft lips circling your clit making your body shiver with bliss. You curled your fingers in his dark locks as you gently ground your hips against his face. The room was filled with your combined moans as Miguel devoured your juices with a gutteral groan.

"Fuck, you taste so good," Miguel sighed before gently thrusting deeper inside your cunny. You gasped and gripped his hair as you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you.

"M-Miguel!" you mewled as you practically rode his face. The tension in your lower belly began to slowly build with each grind of your hips and thrust of his sculpted digits.

"Mmm baby," your love grunted as he eagerly lapped along your slit. You whined as you felt him curl his fingertips along your spongey g-spot. Your toes curled as stars danced in your vision.

"M-Miguel, oh my God, I-I'm gonna-" you gasped as he shoved his tongue inside your cunt along with his fingers, the feeling of being stuffed enough to finally make the cord in your lower belly snap. You screamed as your walls clamped down on his fingers and tongue, a white ring of cream painting his digits as your body quaked with pleasure.

"O-Oh, oh my god," you said breathlessly as your hips were glued to his face. Miguel's eyes rolled back as he drank your sweet nectar, his tongue hungrily swiping inside your pulsing cunt. Your knuckles were white as you tightly bunched his hair between your fingers, the pleasure lapping at you like gentle waves in the sea. You slowly blinked your eyes open as tears gently fell down your cheeks. Miguel cooed.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" he murmured and gently cupped your hip. You swallowed thickly as you gazed into his warm, brown eyes.

"I-I just...it felt so good. I've never come like that before," you confessed breathlessly. A small smile crept onto his face as he kissed the inside of your thigh. You squealed as Miguel lapped at your drenched pussy one last time before planting a sloppy kiss on your clit.

"You deserve to feel that good, every day, every second," Miguel panted as he slowly withdrew his fingers from your slick walls. You shuddered at the emptiness that filled your gaping sex as his digits left with a slick "pop". You panted heavily as you watched him get on his knees, his heavy cock straining against his pants.

"See what you do to me, baby?" he purred and gently took your hand, placing it over his dick. Your eyes widened as you felt how warm and thick it felt, your mouth watering as you found yourself yearning for a taste. Miguel chuckled as his eyes twinkled. "Ah, ah - not yet. Tonight, I want to spoil you, mi ángel," your love softly chastised you as he unbuckled his belt [my angel]. Your hand remained on his clothed cock as he slowly unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, a dark spot of precum already leaking through the crotch of his briefs as you swallowed thickly.

"M-Miguel...I don't know if-if..." you sucked in a sharp breath as your voice trailed off. Miguel adjusted himself on the bed as he gently cupped your cheek.

"Honey, if you don't feel comfortable, we can always try some other time," he said softly and kissed your lips. The sweet taste of yourself lingered on his lips and tongue as the two of you embraced. Miguel soon pulled back and sighed.

"N-No, it's not that, it's just-" you cut yourself off again and sighed, picking at a section of the ruffled bedsheets. Miguel tilted his head as he patiently waited for you to continue, this large thumb stroking your soft cheek. You sighed. "Are you sure you don't look down on me for having no experience?" you asked. His eyes softened as his hands traveled from your face to your hands.

"Oh, sweetheart, I would never look down on you for that," he whispered and gently kissed your cheek. "You're such an incredible person, experience or no experience," Miguel praised and tucked some hair behind your ear. You smiled as you gazed into his pools of hickory. Miguel chuckled softly as you leaned forward and captured his lips in a sweet kiss. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders while he gently rubbed his hips. His smile widened as you pushed him back, his heavy body falling against the mattress as your lips continued to dance.

You squealed as he hugged your hips with his massive palms, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Love all the little sounds you make, mi amor," Miguel purred as he slid his hands to cup your ass. You gasped and blushed as you felt him tenderly squeeze your supple cheeks.

"M-Miguel," you mewled and arched your back, your slick pussy grazing over his barely clothed cock. Miguel groaned as pure desire danced in the light of his eyes.

"Por fa, conejita," your lover rumbled as he slowly ground his hips against yours. Your eyes nearly fluttered shut as you felt the steady drag of his erection against your sensitive sex.

"Miguel...I'm yours. All yours," you moaned.

That was it for him.

You gasped as he gently moved you onto your back again, your legs falling open as your throat grew tight. Miguel sighed deeply as he pulled his boxers down his taut, muscular thighs. Your jaw dropped as his cock sprang free, his cherry-red tip weeping with thick beads of precum while his veiny shaft twitched.

"God, you have no idea how long I've waited for this moment," he growled as he reached into his nightstand. Your heart fluttered at the sound of the condom packet crinkling between his fingers, a bottle of lube in his other hand. Your eyes lit up as he snatched it between his teeth, his gaze locked with yours as he ripped the top off and spat it to the side.

"Mi vida..." Miguel groaned as he rolled the condom onto his heavy cock [My life]. Your walls pulsed in anticipation as your breath hitched.

"Miguel, p-please - I need you," you whined and gently moved your hips forward. His lips curved into a small grin as he chuckled softly.

"I'm here, ángel. Just give me a second," your boyfriend said as he popped open the bottle of lube. You looked up at him with your sparkling eyes as you made your bottom lip quiver ever so slightly. Miguel clicked his tongue. "Ah, don't give me that look," he warned playfully. You squirmed and ran your fingertips down his broad chest.

"Miguel, por fa: te necesito dentro de mi," you purred and gently cupped his balls with your warm palm [Miguel, please: I need you inside me]. Miguel's eyes rolled back as he groaned.

"N-No es justo. Estas j-jugando sucia," Miguel moaned as you gently squeezed his plump testicles [It's not fair. You're playing dirty]. You gave him a tiny smirk as you rubbed his sac with your palm, relishing in the low rumble that escaped from his throat.

"¿Por fa...Papi?" you purred [Please...Daddy?]. Your eyes widened at the feral groan that escaped Miguel's parted lips as he bucked his hips against your fingers. His hot breath cascaded over your face as he cupped the back of your thighs with his hands, his brows scrunched together as he positioned himself against your aching entrance. You moaned as he slowly smeared some lube on your already slick folds, the cold wetness sending a shiver through your body.

"(Y/N), once we do this, there's no turning back," he panted heavily. You swallowed thickly as you moved your hands to rest on his biceps, your gaze soft as you looked into his deep, brown eyes.

"I know, Miguel...but I trust you. You're the only one I want to do this with," you reassured him with a gentle whisper. Miguel's expression softened before he sucked in a sharp breath. You smiled as he dipped his head down and captured your lips in a tender kiss.

"You're so perfect," he grinned gently as he slowly pushed his hips forward. A small gasp left you as you felt the tight ring of your entrance split apart, a mix of pleasure mixed with a subtle sting ebbing through your core. "That's my girl - taking me so well. We're just gonna go slow for now, okay?" Miguel breathed with a slight shudder as he gently pressed his tip further inside you. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat as you gave a firm nod, tears pricking from the growing sensation in your tight sex.

"O-Okay," you managed to moan out as your thighs shook in his grasp. Miguel grinned against your cheek before he began to press soft, delicate kisses to your swollen lips.

"You're doing great, mi vida," Miguel purred lowly as he moved deeper inside your gummy walls.

"O-Oh shit," you gulped as you felt one of his veins drag along your sensitive flesh, your walls clenching around his dick in a delicious vice. Miguel moaned as his lips continued to pepper yours with sweet, slow embraces.

"Squeezing me so tightly, baby - I love it," he groaned. The two of you gasped as he fully filled your tight heat. You frowned when you looked between your two bodies.

"It...It didn't fit all the way," you said with a crack in your voice. Miguel tilted his head as he looked down as well before smiling softly.

"It's alright, sweetheart. It's your first time - I'm sure I'll fit with more practice," your love said with a playful wink. The warmth in your voice made your body go limp against the sheets as a soft moan escaped you. Miguel chuckled softly as he softly pecked your cheek. "Besides, you already feel perfect...just like this," he murmured lowly before giving the back of your thighs a cheeky squeeze. You squealed as your toes curled.

"Miguel," you blushed and squirmed beneath him, his cock twitching inside your core at the movement. Miguel hissed as your nails sank into his mocha skin as your walls fluttered around his shaft.

"Careful, conejita. I might come a little too soon," he teased with a lopsided grin. You chuckled quietly before you felt him slowly drag his hips back. Your jaw went slack as you felt his twitching cock massage your insides with a loud squelch, your core lit ablaze with sublime pleasure and pain. Your nails dug deep crescents into his muscular forearms as your moans mixed into a harmonious song.

"Are you feeling alright?" Miguel asked with a thick swallow, his cock still a quarter of the way inside your weeping cunt. You blinked as you looked into his eyes and parted your lips.

"Y-Yes, just feels s-so full, and stings a bit," you panted. Miguel nodded slowly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I know it's a lot, but that's why I want to take my time with you," he said, as if reassuring not only you, but himself as well. You gave him a small, gentle smile and nodded. Miguel took a shaky, deep breath as he slowly pushed himself back inside the warm, tight grasp of your pussy. You tilted your head back and moaned as he gently moved his hands from your thighs to your hips, grasping at your tender skin as the steady push and pull of his cock made your head spin.

The pain of the sting slowly melted into pleasure each time you felt his tip kiss your raw cervix.

"Oh my god, bebé," Miguel groaned against your lips as his hips began to move a little faster. "I swear, I could get drunk off the feeling of you," he grunted. Your eyes rolled back as your legs shook around him.

"F-Fuck Miguel!" you moaned as you felt his heavy balls wetly slap against the lewd concoction of lube and your warm slick. Your love rested his forehead against yours as the bedframe began to creak, the sound of skin slapping against skin making your walls tighten.

"Miguel, s-shit I'm close!" you cried out as your body trembled with unbridled bliss. Miguel tilted his head back as he squeezed your hips.

"Come for me, baby. Show Papi that gorgeous face you make when you come on his cock," he rumbled. Your heart nearly stopped as you felt your cunt clamp down on his girthy dick.

"Miguel!" you sobbed his name as you gushed around his length, your body shivering with pleasure as you wailed. You barely heard Miguel groan your name as he continued to pump his cock inside of you, the pace sending shockwaves through your sensitive, pulsing core.

"Oh, fuck," you said breathlessly as waves of euphoria washed over you. You hastily gripped Miguel's arms as he panted against your neck, his breath hot as it hit your goosebump-ridden skin.

"(Y-Y/N), fuck," he grunted gutturally as his pace began to grow more sloppy with each thrust. Your entire body shivered as you gripped onto Miguel like a lifeline, your mind swimming in a haze of ecstasy.

"Miguel," you cooed softly as you gazed at his face wrought with pleasure. Miguel growled at the sound of his name falling from your lips as he slammed his hips down one last time. A sharp, deep groan rose from his throat as he stiffened above you.

"Oh my God," your lover moaned as his cock throbbed deep inside your core. You arched your back as you felt his cum flood the thin layer of latex between your bodies, a primal part deep inside of you wishing that he would've filled you up with his thick seed. Eventually, Miguel's breathing began to steady as he slowly blinked his eyes open again. He swallowed before gently cupping your cheek.

"Are-Are you okay? I wasn't too rough, was I?" he asked tenderly. You smiled and shook your head.

"No, no it was...it was perfect," you said and gently kissed the side of his hand. Miguel's expression softened at the feeling of your warm lips pressed against his hand, a gentle smile crossing his features.

"You're perfect," he murmured softly. You squealed as he scooped you into his arms, his cock still snug inside of your dripping cunt as he nuzzled his face into your neck. His body curved over yours as he spooned you in his bed, your feet intertwined as his lips ghosted over your pulse.

"Te amo mucho, mi vida," he whispered softly as his hand moved over your stomach [I love you so much, my life]. You smiled softly, closing your eyes as you soaked in the warmth of his body and sweet words.

"Te amo mucho, mi amor," you murmured in the sanctuary of his burly arms [I love you so much, my love].

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vivwritesfics · 3 months

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F1 reader doing a hot lap with her bf Bob for her insta. Bob who while he is used to Phoenix’s flying, he’s never been in a car with her driving. He’s used to his old reliable trucks and she is his passenger princess 👸 ~nurse-sainz

I need to do more Bob x f1 but currently idk how to make something long and different from sdygc but Bob x f1 stuff is coming I swear

(Tagging you so you get the notif @nurse-sainz )

Whoevers idea this was, Bob Floyd made a mental note to cuss them out. The man who didn't drink, didn't swear, cussing them out.

He didn't know it was the idea of the woman sitting beside him. The woman wearing the shit eating grin as she drove him around the track at breakneck speed.

He'd been in FA-18s, but this was far more terrifying than anything he'd done in the navy. He braced himself on the dashboard as she approached the corner, her foot not lifting off the gas.

"I'm gonna drift," she said, way too calm. This was her career, he had to remind himself. The conditions she did this in were far less safe than this.

But still, Bob was shitting himself as she took the corner.

"You okay, Floyd?" She asked as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. It was only a quick glance, but it still had her taking her eye off the road for a few seconds.

A few seconds too many, if you asked Bob.

His heart felt like it was in his throat, preventing him from answering. She lifted her hand off the steering wheel to pat his knee. "You're okay," she said to herself as she drove down the pit straight.

This was what she did, he told himself. She just didn't usually do it with him. Usually it was them in his truck, driving back to the ranch in Montana.

He always drove them. She was always in the passenger seat, playing with the controls in front of her and changing his music as and when she liked. Bob didn't mind, though. He didn't mind one bit.

This was a far cry from their peaceful sunset drives to the west pasture. This was fucking terrifying.

As soon as she stopped, Bob climbed out a heaved. It was caught on film, he knew, but he didnt much care. Hands braced on his knees, he turned to look at his future wife. "You're a fucking psycho."

Her eyes were wide and she covered her mouth, but it was entirely mocking. "Robert Floyd!" She chided. But then she just grinned at him. "You love it."

He did love it. As terrifying as it was, he did. They both had to be as crazy as each other for the jobs they did. It was why it worked; he worried about her every time she raced and she worried about him every time it he was on deployment.

Clearing his throat, he stood up straight. "I'm never doing a hot lap with you again," he said as he stepped closer, close enough for a member of the social media team to snap a picture of them.

She rolled her eyes, head falling onto his shoulder. "Like you have a choice."

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evieskiesss · 8 months

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MESSY BOY- BILL KAULITZ

WARNINGS: short story, subby bill, no p in v, dirty talk, handjob. REALLY JUST A DRABBLE.

a/n: i know i disappeared for so long, im sorry. im trying to get back into writing since i lost interest for it :/. i rlly don’t wanna quit so this is just a little something for you guys :) i haven’t written in sooooo long so this is not my best, im definitely rusty!

Bill laid on his back, his elbow supporting his weight behind him as you kissed him, hovering over him, lips becoming harsher against his. His tongue struggled to keep up with your pace, whimpered softly as his jaw became sore. Bill let out a surprised gasp when you snuck a hand down his body, your palm coming in contact with his erection through his jeans. “aw, what’s wrong, baby?” you cooed, cocking your head to the side as you admired his surprised expression. Your palm applied a firm pressure to his erection, slowly moving your hand along his length through the denim.

“p-please, oh-,” he moaned breathily, his head lolling back as he bucked his hips up against your hand. He grinded his hips up against your palm, desperately craving more friction to alleviate his throbbing erection. You spoke no words as your hands undid the buttons of his jeans then zipping down the fly. You decided to leave the jeans on him, only pulling down at the waistband of his boxers to pull out his hard cock from beneath them. He let out a surprised breath as his cock was freed from its restraints, his soft puppy-like eyes boring into your face as he wanted more.

“oh, wow..” you spoke quietly, amused at how erect & desperate his cock was for you. The tip glistened with pre-cum, if it wasn’t obvious how desperately horny he was before, it most definitely was now. “look at how ready you are for me,” you murmured, fingers grazing over the tip to smear the pre-cum down his shaft, lubricating him for your hand. He whimpered softly, his thigh nearly hitting his chest as he brought it up, god, he’s so sensitive. “yes..” he replied, his voice small & weak compared to yours.

You began pumping the second you wrapped your hand around him, your pace steady as you didn’t want to tease him any further for the night. “oh!” he gasped, throwing his head back. You squeezed your hand around his length, watching with an amused expression as you admired his face contort with pleasure. Moans poured from his lips, his adam’s apple bobbing with each noise he’d make which sounded like pure heaven to your ears. “my pretty little baby,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss his soft, pink lips. He whimpered against your lips, kissing you back as best as he could, trying to show you how appreciative he was in the moment.

Your lips trailed down his neck, leaving sloppy kisses along the way. Your tongue cupped around the skin, bruising it as you suckled on it gently. You felt the vibrations against your lips as he groaned, his noises only becoming louder and higher in pitch, a dead giveaway of his nearing release. Your hand jerked him off faster, the drops of his pre-cum now smearing messily down his shaft, creating small wet noises. “y-y/n,” he whined, bucking his hips up desperately. You smirked against his skin, sucking on it simultaneously. “mm.. kiss me, k-kiss me,” he begged, managing to blurt out through his incoherent moaning.

“fuck-please,” he gasped. You were pleasantly surprised when his lips attacked yours, needily kissing you with passion. His tongue shakily entered your mouth, lapping at yours. Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, lips grazing each other as he let out helpless moans into your mouth. His cock twitched in your hand, his thighs shuddering as the knot in his abdomen grew bigger by the second. “look at me while you cum, baby,” you whispered. His eyes flickered up towards yours, his mouth agape and eyes nearly rolling back.

His eyes fluttered shut as he threw his head back, “nuh-uh, look at me, baby. i wanna see your pretty face while you cum.” That sentence was enough to send him straight into his orgasm. With one lust tug at his cock, he forced his eyes open to look back at you, his cum spurting out in thick ropes. “y/n!” he moaned high-pitchedly, thighs shaking as you continued to pump him, squeezing gently to help milk out his orgasm as much as possible. You slowed your pace on his cock, looking down with a small smile as your hand was coated in his cum, his jeans and boxers also covered in his seed.

Bill laid limp against the pillows, his chest rising & falling heavily as he tried to re-gain his breath, “f-fuck.” His cock softened in your hand, his cheeks burned red as he looked down, realizing the mess he made. “ ‘m sorry..”. You shook your head, “it’s okay.. you know i like how messy my baby gets.”

another a/n; guys i loved how bill in the end made a ‘mess’. what if i write a story abt bill ‘cleaning up his mess’?🫣. lmk what you guys think :)!

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bobfloydsbabe · 11 months

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gold rush | eccentric professor!bob floyd x oc

SUMMARY: Everyone knows history professor Bob Floyd is a little eccentric. He only drinks tea steeped for exactly four minutes, his desk is pristine while the rest of his office looks like a bomb went off, he's distrustful of technology, and he definitely doesn't want or need a teaching assistant. Certainly not one who's as aggravating as she is pretty...

WARNINGS: academia au, enemies to lovers (if you squint), age gap (mid-to-late 20s/late 30s), bob being grumpy and rude. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: ~0.5k

A/N: Eccentric Professor Bob Floyd has been on my mind constantly for the last week, so here we are with a moodboard and a short blurb. This AU will not be a full length series, but a collection of blurbs and drabbles. Special thanks to @ryebecca for raving with me about my new favorite grumpy man. Don't hesitate to send me questions and headcanons!

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Bob stops dead in his tracks in the doorway to his office, hot tea spilling over the edges of the cup.

Inside, among piles of books and paper, stands a woman with her back turned none the wiser to his presence. She can’t be one of his students–they know not to come to his office unless they have an appointment.

“Who are you?” he asks, not bothered with pleasantries.

She turns around with a startled laugh. “Dr. Floyd, you scared me,” she says with a hand pressed to her heaving chest. “You can’t sneak up on people like that.”

“You’re in my office,” he points out, brushing past her as he walks to his desk in long strides, placing his cup on a coaster to protect the wood.

“Right,” she agrees.

He sits and pulls his books closer to continue preparing for his next lecture, but his eyes drifts back to the young woman. She appears to be in her mid, maybe late twenties. Dark hair falls in loose waves around her face, and she’s looking at him expectantly. “Did you need something?” he asks.

She cocks her head to the side, brows furrowed. “I’m waiting for you to put me to work.”

“Work?”

“Yes,” she answers, incredulous. “What did your old TA do?”

He stares at her, almost convinced he’s hallucinating. “I don’t have a teaching assistant.”

She smiles at him, wide and enthusiastic. “Well, you do now. Would you like me to clean up a bit? It’s a little messy in here.”

Bob suppresses a frustrated groan. Pushing back from his desk, he stands and rounds his desk, stopping in front of her. The scent of her perfume hits his nostrils, something spicy and vaguely floral, and this close, he can see all the colors in her eyes. “I don’t want a TA and I certainly don’t need one. Whoever hired you–”

“Dr. Kazansky,” she interjects. “–made an error. Now, please, leave.”

Walking back around his desk, he ignores the sound of her taking a deep breath and composing herself. She doesn’t speak until he’s fully sat and emerged in his books again.

“You may not want me here, Dr. Floyd,” she begins through clenched teeth, forcing him to look up. She holds his gaze, determination and a hint of defiance in those dark doe eyes. “But you’re stuck with me. So, I’ll be back tomorrow and we can start over. Have a good day.”

The door slams and Bob’s left in the silence of his office, staring at the spot where she stood mere moments ago. Of course, Dr. Kazansky went behind his back to hire a teaching assistant–he’s insisted that Bob needs one for years, but Bob’s always been able to avoid it. Until now, it seems. He wonders how long she’ll last before she realizes he’s too set in his ways to change. But as he imagines the way her nose will scrunch in annoyance, it occurs to him he never even got her name.

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strxwberry-milku · 4 months

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𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧? 𝐏𝐭𝟐

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Roomate!Jimmy x Reader x Twin!Jey

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You always had a thing for twins…

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,097

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Daddy k*nk , Gagging , Cream Pie , Spitting

* 🎀 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 🎀 *

“ Bend ova fa me princess ” Jey said while plopping you down unto the bed.It was so funny at the fact that , he was not to long ago cussing you out , but now look at him….ready to stretch that pussy out until you can’t even spell your name out correctly . Being a good girl you listened to his instructions and bent over making sure you arched your back real good , so him and Jimmy can see your glistening folds nice and presented. It was pathetic really, you bent over , after not even 24hrs of meeting these men, pussy throbbing and clenching at the mere thought of there big , long and thick dicks sliding in and out of your hole and painting your insides white with sticky hot cum. But of course you would like that wouldn’t you? them claiming every inch of your delicate body , leaving hickies and bruises on your neck and thighs for everyone too see, and know that they’re there bcause of them . Naughty little slut you are.

Groaning at the sight , Jimmy came forward and glided one of his thick fingers through your puffy folds “ Shittttt mamas, look at you all excited and shi, you can’t wait can you ?”. Moaning at the sensations of him prodding your hole you grind your ass back up against him , dying to feel at least something to soothe the aching feeling of wanting to be stretched and full. Not liking the fact that you didn’t respond to him, he gave your pussy a quick slap. “ ah-h-hh yes daddyyyy, Ooooo I can’t wait , I want you to fill up my pussy with your throbbing dick pleaseeee” you remarked jolting from the bitter but sweet sting that erupted from your pussy. Laughing he gently grabbed your jaw with of his hands and set your face at angle so that you were staring into his eyes.” That’s what i thought princess,respond when daddy talks to you ” you nodded your head in agreement. “such a good girl you areee” Jey taunted in the background , clearly amused by your obedience.

“Stick out yo tongue pretty girl” Jimmy commanded , examining your face as if it was a sculpture from the museum. Doing as told you stick out your tongue, which was already coated with saliva so you tried so hard not to dribble on yourself. “ Good girl” Jimmy whispered and pursed his lips together ready to let his saliva drop into your mouth .Moaning at the taste of his spit you swallow and keep your mouth open . “Such a dirty slut you are…I wonder what else you could do with that mouth of yours?” Jey said and came from behind Jimmy to peer down at you. He pondered for a second and smirked, with the mischievous glint in his eyes you knew that , by the end of this, your throat would surely be sore.

“Turn yo sexy ass around sweetie” Turning around you focus your attention on Jet yet again, “ That’s it baby ” he muttered while hastily pulling down his grey sweats,quickly revealing his already leaking precum , 8-inch caramel dick . Your eyes widened at the sight “ Fuck” you thought , how and earth was that gonna fit in your mouth ?. Sensing your worry he patted your head reassuringly “ Don’t worry angel, you can handle it , you’re a big girl”. That being said, you took a deep breath and guided his glazed cock into your mouth. Groaning at the feeling of your mouth suction cupping his dick , he pulled your hair into a make shift ponytail and gently began to bob your head up and down. “ Fuc-ckkk yess , baby just like th-att” the pleasure you were giving him was all too much, with the way you were going , you would’ve thought this was you regular job or something .Spit seeped through the gaps of your lips and his dick and dribbled down to his balls, you slightly gagged due to his enormous size, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle .

Feeling a bit left out from the action Jimmy climbed unto the bed and hiked up your dress to position himself behind you . Being so cock drunk from pleasuring Jey , you didn’t even feel Jimmy slap his tip against your pussy until you felt him push the fat head inside .Moaning at the sudden penetration you push back against him,trying to feel full as much as possible. Slapping your ass he gripped unto your hips and started to slam his pelvis against your ass at a rough pace . “ Damn princess , ion know you was that tight...mmn-gn you finna ma-ke me bus-s quickk” he moaned and shut his eyes. It was like your body was on fire, it was all to much, from Jimmy complety obliterating your insides , too the point it felt like he was about to touch your liver too Jey who was face fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

Your body shuddered and your knees stared to buckle a little due to the overwhelming pleasure that was seeping through your body. Every moan or noise that threatened to escape , sent vibrations straight to Jey’s dick , further forcing him to his edge. “Shit,Shit,Shit!” Jey gritted out as he could feel his stomach tighten,signifying his release was about too come. You were on thin ice as well, one more thrust from Jimmy and it was over for you. Your blood pumped so fast around your body to the point you could hear it drumming in your ears, sweat dripped down your face and into your bouncing boobs. Jimmy was gripping unto you so tight , there’ll surely be bruises . “ I’m boutta cum princess, come with me ” he strained out, trying so hard to wait on you .

You couldn’t hold it anymore, your eyes rolled at the back of your head and the coil in your stomach finally snapped. Your pussy convulsed around Jimmy’s dick, completely milking him for what he’s got .Quickly pulling his dick out of your mouth he jerked of until his nut spilled all over your face ,almost like a finalised signature ,completing that you belong to him, Jey Uso. Pulling out of your sloppy hole, Jimmy groaned in defence from the loss of your warmth.

*BANG * *BANG* ( the front door )

“ Uh hello ? It’s your new roomate!”

𝐃𝐔𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐍….

I love ending on cliff hangers, it’s to funny. But anyways, how y’all like the new format ? ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

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sometimesanalice · 9 months

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Make You Mine This Season

Summary: It’s your second Christmas with Bradley and the holidays are always better with him by your side. After the perfect day out, you come home with a new accessory- just not the one you were hoping for.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 8K

Warnings: so much fluff and some allusions to smut and a cast that looks like a candy cane.

(Author’s Note: set in the Oh, Christmas Tree universe, can be read on its own)

You can’t fight the smile on your face as you watch Bradley studiously stare at the Christmas tree with a delicate glass icicle ornament dangling from his long finger.

“I think it need to go a little to the left, Roos,” you say, watching the way the little golden thread attached to it gleams from the many strands of white lights he had spun around it earlier in the afternoon.

The contrast between your handsome Naval aviator boyfriend and the very large, very fluffy pink Christmas tree he had bought for you would never not thoroughly charm you.

“Here?” he asks, moving the dainty icicle to the left per your suggestion.

“Maybe just a bit up?”

Bradley moves it and holds it up to a spot near the little glass Hawaiian shirt ornament you’d gotten for him. He was so amused by it that he’d given it what he called a place of honor on the tree.

“Hmm, no. I think back to the right and down a smidge.”

He turns and shoots you a smirk over his broad shoulder, “Ok, now you’re just messing with me.”

And then he hangs it on the tree with a flourish.

You laugh when he steps back and gives a dramatic sweep of the hand that would put Vanna White to shame.

Ever the showman.

He had been so excited when he’d found the ornaments in the storage locker he’d kept in Virginia earlier in the summer when the two of you had taken a quick trip to there to pack up the remaining things he’d left behind and bring them home.

The sleeves on the flannel plaid shirt he is wearing are rolled up highlighting his forearms and that snug fitting tank and the ridges of his abs on full display. You’d taken the liberties to sneak in a few glances as he’d bent over to grab ornaments out of the large plastic storage container you keep them in.

It’s an easy choice to abandon the silvery glittery Fa-la-la-la garland that you had been working on hanging on that tricky bit of wall space beneath the stairs to come stand next to him by the tree.

Plus, you know that you can get Bradley to put it up for you- even though he hates the feeling of glitter on his hands- if you offer to make him an Old Fashioned in exchange.

He drapes his arm over your shoulders and drops a kiss to the top of your head as you wrap your arms around his waist, the two of you taking a moment to admire the pretty twinkling tree in front of you with Bob Hope crooning softly on the background.

You love this tree.

And not because it is the most wonderfully ostentatious thing you’ve ever seen. Or because he’d surprised you with it when he asked you to move in with him the year before. But because it was one of the many ways he showed you just how important you were to him, just how much he paid attention to you.

Bradley kept asking what you wanted for Christmas this year, but you’d been avoiding giving him an answer.

Because he was the only thing on your list this year.

You would gladly never have a real tree again as long as it meant that Bradley got to be yours forever.

His allergy to pine trees had taken both of you by surprise last year. Before that chaotic afternoon last December, he had never had a real tree before, but it didn’t take long until his normally sunkissed skin has been covered in angry red hives.

And that gorgeous seven-foot Noble Fir that you had selected from the Christmas tree lot had quickly become Jake’s gorgeous seven-foot Noble Fir.

But you’ll never forget that magical moment when you had walked into his cozy living room to see that candy colored confection of a tree for the first time and how proud Bradley had been to be the one to make your dreams of a pink tree Christmas come true.

It was something you had only ever mentioned once in passing, but that’s who Bradley Bradshaw is. The type of man who goes above and beyond for the people he loves.

Last year, the two of you had just picked up a couple boxes of basic multicolored bobbles to hang on the tree. But this year, your pretty pink tree has some new decorations that you’d collected along the way since then.

The sparkling frosty mug was something he’d found at the airport on the way back from when you’d taken him home to meet your parents for the first time. To no one’s surprise, they’d loved him. He’d had a lot of fun at the breweries you’d taken him to and you liked getting to see a tipsy and pink cheeked Bradley Bradshaw.

There was a blue miniature model toy Bronco with a bottle-brush Christmas tree hanging out the back was one you’d recently found at a Christmas market you went to with Nat and Bob the previous weekend. You’ve never handed over your credit card for something so quickly before in your life.

There was even a shiny shamrock that Jake had picked up to commemorate your first- and last- Leprechaun Run.

It was a promise you were coerced into making in exchange for Jake’s help and the use of his truck to move your things into Bradley’s place the weekend after you happily agreed to live in with him. You were planning on waiting until after the beginning of the New Year, but Rooster wouldn’t hear of it. You were able to hold off for a few days, but he’d made some rather compelling points with his mouth that had swayed your mind pretty quickly.

That New Year’s Eve, he’d kissed you properly and thoroughly surrounded by a dozen half-unpacked brown cardboard boxes.

You thought Hangman would have forgotten about it, but it turns out the only person that had forgot was a you, because you’d nearly spit out your beer mid-sip when he’d slapped down the race bib in front of you at the Hard Deck one evening in March.

It was just as terrible as you’d imagined it would be and worse. Not even the four-leaf clover bobble headband you’d worn had cheered you up even the slightest.

The term fun run was an oxymoron and you were willing to die on that a hill.

And of course, there was also a copy of the house key dangling on a pretty pink velvet ribbon. The one he’d originally given you was a permanent fixture on your key ring.

“So what’s the verdict, sweetheart? How did I do? Is it fluffed enough?” he asks, pulling back to look down at you.

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen,” you say grinning up at him.

You’ve loved his homey Craftsman since the first time you’d stepped inside it with all of its warm wooden paneling around the entryways and ceiling beams. The hand tiled fireplace was mostly for aesthetics rather than functionality. You’d filled it with a display of tall pillar candles, but there’d been a couple of occasions where the two of you had stacked it with wood picked up from the grocery store and had the sounds of its crackles and pops serving as the soundtrack to your cozy night in.

You loved it even more now that your books were mixed in with his on the bookshelf. On top of his upright piano there were framed pictures of you and him and of all your friends and family. On the mantle of that fireplace were ivory knit stockings embroidered with your name and his.

This was your home now too, pink Christmas tree and all.

“The best thing, huh?” he says, amused.

“Maybe second best,” you muse, sliding your hand into the back pocket of his snug jeans, “Those Danny Zuko shorts you wore last Halloween still live rent free in my head.”

“I’ve still got those short-shorts, you just say the word and I’ll go put them on for you anytime.”

You snort a laugh and pull him down for a kiss.

The two of you have been together for almost a year and a half, but the way Bradley kisses you still sets off butterflies in your stomach and makes your heart flutter.

Soft kisses. Passionate kisses. Hello kisses. See you soon- never goodbye- kisses. Just because kisses. There you are kisses. Never stop kissing me kisses. All of them turn you upside down just like a snow globe.

He pulls away first, looking to the tree again contemplatively, “You know, the more I look at this the I feel like something is missing.”

You skim over the tree with its warm glow from the many strands of lights, the sparkling ornaments, the glinting icicles, and the delicate bejeweled snowflake tree topper. Short of tying on a few bows for the fun of it, there’s nothing more you think this tree needs.

“I might have tucked a little something in the piano bench,” Rooster says with a nod towards his well-loved upright, “Why don’t you take a look.”

You try and fail to ignore the swoop in your stomach as you walk up to the bench. You already know that you want to be his forever and the two of you are on the same page about it, but you don’t want to get your hopes up. You’re trying to be practical, realistic.

But the heart wants what the heart wants, and your heart wants him.

The seat creaks open as you lift the lid open with a not-so-steady hand, and sitting inside a small box filled with iridescent filler are the prettiest pair of ceramic ice skates you’ve ever seen. You lift the dainty ornament from the box to see that they dangle from a couple ribbons that have been tied together in a lovely bow at the top. They even have a little white fluff lining the rims of boot.

It was one of the things you missed most about home, your town had a little outdoor rink that was set up every year. You weren’t the greatest skater and it had been a few years since you’d laced up a pair of boots, but it had always been one of your favorite traditions growing up.

“Oh Bradley, they’re so lovely,” you say with a dreamy sigh, “I love it, thank you!”

You admire them for another moment taking in all their little details before hanging them up on the pink tree near his little Hawaiian shirt ornament in a place of honor on the tree.

“I have another surprise for you,” he says with a grin, looking very proud of himself.

“Oh? When did you become such a man of mystery?” you tease.

“Gotta keep my girl on her toes,” Rooster winks, sliding a finger through your belt loop to pull you closer before wrapping his arms around you. “You know how Hotel del Coronado has that ice-skating rink set up now?”

Of course you did.

The tickets went on sale a little over seven weeks ago and time slots had sold out in five minutes. You’d even signed up early to try and get a spot in the queue and it still had kicked you out with empty hands.

“Yeah,” you say slowly, drawing out the word, looking up at him skeptically.

Bradley has been on a training detachment at the time, so there was no way Mr. One Percent could have gotten them when you couldn’t. There’s just no way.

You must say that part out loud or think it loud enough for him to hear you because that gorgeous smile of his gets devastatingly self-satisfied.

“I sure did, sweetheart-”

You jump up and cut him off with a kiss, he is quick to get his hands underneath you for support while your legs wrap around him.

“Oh my god, Bradley, how?” you ask excitedly between peppering kiss across his nose and cheeks.

“Ok, I can’t take full credit. I had some help,” he admits, clearly happy with your reaction, “Nat has, and I quote, ‘fast fingers’.”

You make a little squeal in delight as you throw your arms around his neck to hug him and he laughs. It’s the best sound in the world to you.

“What do you say, want to make a day of it? I might have a few things in mind for our San Diego Christmas. We’re a couple weeks early, but I’m feeling festive.”

You get too distracted by his smiling mouth to give him your answer then and there, but you remember to officially accept later that night in bed after your heart finally stops racing.

Convincing you to move in with him might be the best thing Bradley’s ever done.

Those cool Winter nights last year had tasted like bourbon and were spent wrapped up together on the couch and under the covers.

Your first big fight had been over whose Super Bowl team was going to win. There had been a lot of trash talk that night, but eventually a peace had been brokered. And really, no one was a loser when it came to orgasms.

In the Spring, he had built you a bunch of raised garden beds in the backyard for you to grow whatever you wanted. He’d learned that he had a bit of a green thumb when it came to zucchinis, a fact that irked you to no end because you could never get them to produce anything. He didn’t know sunshine had a scent until he could smell it on your skin with your hands covered in dirt and a smile on your facec.

And he was not surprised to learn that he was also very much a fan of your sundress collection.

The golden Summer days were spent at the beach and taking road trips to nowhere in the Bronco then the long way home. Rooster burned more often than he cared to admit, but you started keeping a container of aloe in the fridge for him. He’d never say no to have your soft hands on his body, your touch more soothing than the cooling gel could ever be.

That Fall he’d finally been able to go home with you for Thanksgiving. He’d met your family earlier in the year, but you’d been so proud to show him off at the official family gathering as you’d sipped on your cranberry mimosa. And after a year of planning, the two of you had finally been able to enact your Stealthy Soufflé Scheme.

He had been determined to get his girl that closely guarded recipe no matter what.

Your Aunt Christine had been putty in his hands with all of his yes, ma’ams and no, ma’ams and charming smiles and All-American golden boy aviator thing. You’d primed him on what things she was interested in and he had fully leaned into it, sweet talk and all. It didn’t hurt that she had been a big fan of the expensive bottles Syrah the two of you had brought with you.

You and your mom had been thrilled when he’d presented you with the handwritten copy of the coveted recipe. He had been happy to do it, but he didn’t mind the way you showed him your thanks later that night in your childhood bedroom.

He was the first boyfriend you’d ever had in there, and if he has his way, he’d also be the last.

Victory- and that not-so-secret-anymore corn soufflé recipe- never tasted so good.

The two of you had had a great first Christmas together last year, excluding the slight hiccup with the whole hives thing. And he knows he’s a bit of a perfectionist, but he wants to make this one even better.

He had let you sleep in as long as he could, but he was excited for all the festive things he had arranged for today.

“C’mon, sleepy girl. We’ve got plans,” he says, skimming a few soft kisses along your shoulder.

“Do those plans involve coffee?” you mumble sleepily into your pillow.

He chuckles and brushes back a few of the hairs that are stuck against your forehead, “Of course, it’ll be the first stop after.”

You peek up at him from under your silk eye mask, he’s always liked a slightly fussy girl. You’d even got him one for his deployments to help him sleep better on the carrier.

“After what, Roos,” you ask skeptically.

“You seemed to enjoy that Leprechaun Run you did with Jake and I saw that there was an Ugly Sweater Fun Run today and I signed us up, we have to be there in an hour.”

“Bradley, you didn’t,” you say with a gasp, sitting up like you’ve been struck by lightning.

You look so alarmed, clutching the top sheet to your chest, that he can’t help but throw his head back and laugh.

“No, I didn’t. I promise,” he says, trying to pull you into his chest.

You shove lightly at his shoulder, “That was so rude of you, Bradley Peter Bradshaw.”

“Not the government name,” he smirks, leaning down to trail a couple kisses along your neck. He likes the way you always shiver when his mustache grazes that ticklish spot under your ear.

“Oh my god, I swear I just had a war flashback to that second mile when Jake tried to make me keep up with him,” you huff, leaning your head to the side to let him continue apologizing with his mouth, “You’re so lucky I’m even talking to you right now.”

“I am very lucky to have such a pretty, smart, and forgiving girlfriend. One who appreciates over the top Christmas decorations and brunch with themed cocktails.”

That piques your interest and you seem much more awake now for someone who usually needs at least two cups of coffee before becoming a fully functional human being, “Themed cocktails, you say?”

“Mhmm, they even have a Ho-Ho-Hot and Spicy Bloody Merry, spelled m-e-r-r-y,” he says with a smile, running a finger down the bridge of your nose. “But to get one, we have to get out of this bed and into the shower.”

“Sounds like it would be more efficient if we took one together, huh?” you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Plus I’m all about preserving the planet’s natural resources.”

The two of you were a little late getting out of the house, having worked up an appetite, but still manage to make it in time for the reservations he had made.

The restaurant had been swathed in miles of frosted evergreen garlands with so many oversized ornaments dangling and ribbons woven throughout that he wasn’t sure how it hadn’t come crashing down off the ceiling. Not an inch of it was left undecorated, it was all stands of lights and shiny wreaths and giant cellophane covered candies.

Brunch had been complete with a couple of those Bloody Merry’s he’d heard about from Coyote, as well as an order of Santa pancakes topped with a hat of strawberries tossed with orange zest infused syrup.

The Christmas radio station was playing all of your favorites and you were singing along as he zipped along the highway to the next stop.

The Ocean Beach Christmas tree was beloved for being San Diego’s unofficial response to the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Bob had told him he’d stumbled upon it on accident one day last year when he had been exploring his new city and learned about the tree’s forty-year history and had enthusiastically recommended that Rooster added it to his festive agenda.

Bradley loved the way your face lit up at the sight of it. The top of the massive tree was leaning to the right and looked straight out of Whoville the way it decorated with all kinds of blow up pool toys. There were beach balls galore, traditional ones and ones that looked like disco balls, a few parrots, and even one shaped like an electric guitar.

“Oh my god, look!” He looks up from the text message he was replying to and follows the line of your arm to where your finger is directing his gaze, “Another bird defying the laws of physics.”

And there tucked away up in the tree next to a blow-up globe is an inflatable rooster.

On the way back into town, two of you stopped by Mission Bay to grab some more coffee and walk around the marina to check out some of the decorated boats docked for the Parade of Lights. He’d heard about it from Penny, who had even participated in the event herself a few years ago.

You’d both agreed the one that had turned the tall mast of the sailing boat into a glowing Christmas tree was the clear winner.

The next stop was something Bradley knew you’d be really excited about.

He’d found out about the Christmas centerpiece floral arrangement class from Nat who had a crush on the florist who ran the little shop.

The class was filled with mostly women, but there were a couple other men scattered around. They’d greeting him with that head nod that only men seem to exchange, like you got roped into this too, huh?, but what they didn’t know was that being there had been his idea.

Rooster was slipping his phone back into his pocket when you returned back to your little round table with an arm full of various flowers and different greens, with not a pine frond in sight. He’d even called in advance to make sure that there wouldn’t be any involved, just in case.

You were divvying up the things that you’d gathered from the long farmhouse tables in the front between the two of you when his phone pings again.

“Rooster, is everything ok? I feel like your phone is going off a ton this afternoon,” you asked, putting down the white berry looking things to look at him, a little crease there between your eyebrows.

“Yeah, of course,” he’d said, rubbing the back of his neck, “Fanboy decided to invite chaos into the group chat by asking if a hot dog was a sandwich or not. It’s getting pretty contentious.”

You give him a look but go back to dividing the pile in front of you, moving on from the berry things to some small roses.

“Also, for the record, a hot dog is definitely a category of its own. You don’t call a hamburger a sandwich,” you’d replied, not missing a beat.

“You won’t hear me arguing with that logic.”

“Good. Because facts are facts, Bradley.”

He pulled out his phone again to give it one last quick skim before turning the volume down, before noticing what flowers you’d just set in front of him, “Hey, are those dahlias?”

You hold up a stem with a large deep burgundy flower for him, giving it a spin between your fingers, “They are! It’s a little late in the season for them, so I’m surprised to see them here. Aren’t they pretty?”

“Those were my mom’s favorites,” he’d said fondly, remembering a backyard from decades ago that was lined with around the edges with the flowers.

“Were they? Well, I’m glad I grabbed them then,” you said with a soft smile, before handing him a few more to work with.

By the end of class, he knows his ears are pink because of how much you’re showering him with praise and gushing over his arrangement. He’d even gotten a few supportive thumbs ups from some of the other people in class.

“Seriously, Bradley. It’s so lovely! I mean, look at those pinecones you tucked in it. I can’t wait to put it on the dining table!”

You wanted to swing by Mav and Penny’s place to drop yours off for them, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he managed to convince you that it could wait until tomorrow.

He couldn’t wait for the next part of your day together.

Bradley jogs around the front of the Bronco to open your door for you after he parks at the Hotel del Coronado. He gives you his hand to help you down from the car, instead you reach and pull his face to yours.

The kiss is like spun sugar, airy and sweet. He could taste the lingering peppermint from your latte earlier.

“What was that for,” he murmurs against you lips.

“I just really love you,” you sigh, nudging his nose with yours, “Today has been so perfect. I feel like I’m in one of my Christmas movies, except I know you’re not going to ask me to leave my job in the big city to help you run your grandmother’s failing bakery to only get paid in gingerbread and Christmas spirit.”

“Lucky for you, my grandma could barely make toast, so you’re spared from such a fate. You wouldn’t need that little Mini Cooper of yours in a town that only has one stoplight.”

You press a quick kiss to his cheek, “Well thank goodness for small miracles.”

“We’ve still got one more thing on the list. You ready for this?” Bradley asks, holding his hand out.

You slip your hand in his with a grin, “Virtue and Moir better watch out.”

You can’t say you’ve ever expected to see an ice rink set up with a display of white sand and sparkling blue ocean behind it. But it was easily one of the most magical things you’ve ever seen.

The sunset has painted the skies a beautiful display of cool blues, soft pinks, and dusky purples. The palm trees lining the rink have been done up in strands of white lights that crisscross over it above your heads. The mixture of happy laughter, Christmas songs piped over the sound system, and waves crashing served as the soundtrack to the moment.

And you’re trying desperately not to fall and make a fool of yourself.

It was more than a little humbling stepping onto the rink after having not had a pair of ice skates on for more than a decade. It had been awhile since your family had indulged in this particular tradition, but you figured it would be like riding a bike.

It’s almost laughable now how wrong you were.

“How are you so good at this?” you jokingly accuse as you wobble on your skates, yet again. Luckily, Bradley’s sturdy grasp on your hand keeps you from falling.

He laughs, “I thought you said you did this all the time growing up?”

“I did! I just never said I was good at it.” A kid whizzes past you- a little too close, a little too fast- and Bradley shoots a disgruntled look at his swiftly retreating figure. “You come from a snow state, it’s in your blood. You automatically have the advantage.”

“Are you thinking of the other V-state? Vermont?” he teases, easily gliding around you swapping spots so that you’re closer to the edge of the rink rather than the middle.

“It snows in Virginia, I googled it.”

“I mean, yeah, but not a ton,” he says, “But it wasn’t like I was hitting up the indoor rinks either.”

“So you’re telling me you’re just a natural?” You roll your eyes affectionately at him.

He winks at you, “You said it not me, sweetheart.”

You’d nearly melted on the sight when Rooster had knelt down in front of you and looked up at you with such a boyishly charming smile as he’d tied the laces of your rented ice skates.

It took a moment to get your hummingbird heart back under control after that.

After a few more laps around, you’re starting to feel like you’re falling into the rhythm of it. You’re still keeping an eye out for people and the older kid who had earned himself more than one glare from people trying to enjoy their time on the rink as he erratically bobbed and wove his way through them. But your strides are getting longer and the shifting motion from side to side is getting smoother. You could almost claim to be gliding.

You’d forgotten how much fun it was, but then again, Bradley always made everything better and brighter.

Your cheeks ache in the best way from how much smiling you’ve been doing today.

And if you faked a couple wobbles so that he’d put his arm around you, it was worth the sacrifice of trying to look graceful. He’s already seen you at your best and at your worst, so you didn’t think your lack of skill standing on a quarter of an inch of metal was going to scare him away.

Rooster is a few feet ahead of you showing off some of his fancy footwork and maybe if you hadn’t been so distracted by his smile you would have heard the aggressive woosh of the kid’s skates as he sped up behind you.

It had only been a matter of time.

He collides with you but keeps his balance and propels himself forward, not slowing his pace in the slightest before taking off again. Your feet slip out for beneath you and before you know it you’re extending your right arm down to try and break your fall.

You meet the ice hard.

You feel pop.

A rush of warmth.

And then throbbing.

The next five hours pass in a twinkling blur of heavy guilt and aching pain.

Bradley had gone through so much effort planning such a perfect day for you and you feel terrible about how it ended.

The wait at the hospital had been miserable. The lights were too glaring and the noises too loud. The garish green and red garland draped on the desk seemed to mock you as you’d gone through the motions of getting checked in.

Your wrist had been killing you and you hated being the reason that Rooster’s leg hand been bouncing anxiously next to you in the uncomfortable plastic chairs. He’d tried to hide it, but you’d seen that deep furrow between his brows. You’d almost cried when he started stroking the back your pain-free hand with this thumb. It wasn’t until they’d brought you back for X-rays and had given you a light dose of painkillers that the world had shifted back into the dreamy soft focus it had been like earlier in the day with Bradley when he’d taken you on all those perfect dates.

You didn’t know if he had planned anything else, all you knew is that everything had unraveled so quickly.

It’s an odd feeling like you could float away at any moment. The painkillers made you feel buoyant and light, yet you can feel the weight on your shoulders just the way you feel the weight of the cast on your wrist.

Even now as the candy-colored lights that he’d put up along the front of the house bounce off of his still perfect curls, he’s wearing the softest of smiles for you as he works to open the front door. His dreamy brown eyes are reflecting nothing back at you other than warmth and affection and care.

Your wonderful, loving, perfect boyfriend. Your perfect Bradley.

You know it’s not entirely the drugs fault the way you’re struck by just how pretty he is. You’ve always thought so, but here and now you’re simply mesmerized by him under the glow of the Christmas lights.

“I don’t think I’ve been called pretty before, sweetheart. But thank you,” Bradley says with a little amused chuckle.

“Well you are. And your hair. Bradley, it’s not fair.” The words are tumbling out of your loose lips.

“My hair isn’t fair?” he asks with a tilt of his head, holding open the front door for you.

“No, it’s not! You just wash it and it dries like that?” He takes your purse from you and sets it on the entry table before helping to ease off the heavier sweater jacket you were wearing from your shoulders. “I don’t think you get it. You’re pretty, but you’re so handsome too.”

He squats down in front of you and smiles up at you before helping to slip off your shoes, “I’ll take handsome too if it’s on the table, sounds like a nice combo.”

“Please, you sound like Jake now,” you giggle.

“Oh no, we can’t have that now can we,” he grins, “But at least I’m pretty and handsome, hopefully that’ll cushion the blow.”

And you just love him.

You love him for the way he loves you and takes care of you and tries to make you laugh when he knows you’re feeling down. You reach up to pull his face to yours when you are distracted by the thick cast on your arm.

“This wasn’t the accessory I was hoping for for Christmas,” you say with a sigh.

The panic that electrifies your body is immediate as your spine goes ramrod straight. Oh no oh no oh no oh no. You can almost see the words swirl and twirl around him, and you know there’s no way you can snatch them back from the way they hang in the air.

“Ohmygod. Oh my god, I didn’t mean to say that.” You’re so flustered now, so embarrassed. “Please pretend you didn’t hear that.”

But Bradley is looking at you with his eyes crinkled around the corners and his lips pressed together like he is trying to hold back a laugh with the way his cheeks are pulling up.

“Oh, did you want a pair of earrings?” he teases, cupping your face in his hand.

“Bradley,” you whine.

“C’mere, baby,” he laughs and pulls you into his chest. You wrap your arms around him and wonder briefly if he can feel the hard plaster of your cast pressed against his back. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, “You know you never did tell me what you wanted for Christmas.”

“Don’t need anything,” you murmur into the warmth of him.

He’s already all you’ve ever wanted.

As you make your way up the stairs, glow from your pretty pink tree seems brighter than usual. Normally, you’d take one last peek back at it before going to bed, but you’re still a bit wobbly on your feet. It’ll still be there waiting for you in the morning.

“Oh shit,” you hear him mutter from behind you.

“What’s wrong, Roos?”

“Ah- just stubbed my toe. C’mon, let’s get you upstairs.” The heavy tread of his footsteps is close behind you, you can almost feel the warmth of him at your back.

At you back. By your side. He’s the only person you’ll ever need.

They’d given you some of the strong stuff and he could tell that you were still floating in that sweet spot before all the gravity settles back into your bones.

The distal radius fracture in your right wrist meant that you’d be in the cast for the next six weeks. You’d gone with a white and pink stripped candy cane inspired look to match the tree, Bradley. While he wishes it wasn’t there in the first place, he thought the pattern you’d chosen was cute.

He’d quickly and quietly kicked off his shoes before he’d followed you into the bedroom. Hoping that you wouldn’t notice them, he’d take a disinfecting wipe to the floor and stairs tomorrow.

For as well as Rooster knew you, he felt a little out of his element because he knew you were hurting but he wasn’t sure what would make you feel better in that moment. When he offered to draw you a bath he’d instantly known it was the right choice by the look on your face.

So he’d made you one with all of your favorite products. The mound of bubbles he was able to achieve was truly impressive, if he did say so himself. He even dimmed the lights and lit a few candles for you.

Bradley had carefully wrapped up your cast in plastic wrap and secured the top with a rubber band. And the dejected pout on your face when you looked at it and called it an “unattractive arm condom” had nearly sent him over edge.

He’s already looking on his phone for other options, sitting on the bathroom floor next to you as you soak in the tub, when he feels your fingers thread through his hair and he leans into your touch.

“I really am jealous of your hair, you know. I’m sure there were a few of the girls at that floral class who were too.”

Your head is leaning back against the lip of the tub as you gaze at him, your hair wet from him washing it for you. He’d noticed the moment you realized how difficult it would be for you to do it yourself for the foreseeable future. But you brought out the optimistic side of him and he’d already come up with a solution, “I guess we’ll have to take more showers together then, so I can wash your hair for you. Plus, it’ll be good for the environment”. You’d laughed, and he was happy to see some of the light returning back into your eyes.

“I don’t know why when yours is so pretty,” he says, reaching out and lightly tugging on a lock of your hair.

“Did I tell you one of them asked me if you had a brother? She was honestly so put out when I said that you didn’t that I’m pretty sure she took the last of the dahlias out of spite when she saw me reaching for them. They didn’t even match her arrangement,” you say rolling your eyes, adjusting the way your plastic wrapped candy cane cast rested against the other side of the tub. “Like sorry not sorry, I’m not going to give you my boyfriend.”

“Was it the woman in the striped sweater?”

“Yes! It was her!”

Bradley had notice her checking him out a little too closely for a man who was clearly there another woman and happily taken.

“She had crazy eyes, I wouldn’t have wanted you to give me to her anyways.”

You snicker at that, “She did have crazy eyes.”

He makes a mental note to remember to grab the arrangements from out of the back of the Bronco before he goes to bed. He didn’t want anything to happen to them, but that could until after you were tucked in bed and asleep.

“But the instructor was so sweet, Roos. I told her that the dahlias were your mom’s favorites and then she went to the back and got me a bunch. She didn’t put them on the table or anything for anyone else, just handed them over to me for us to use. It was a real girls supporting girls moment, we bonded.”

He’s struck by the fact that you’d already known about his mom’s favorite flower. That you had let him think it was happenstance when really you had grabbed them because you’d known it would mean something to him. That you wanted to make it special for him when he was trying to make it a special day for you.

He didn’t think it was possible to love you any more than he already did, but you were so good at making him fall in love with you over and over again.

“That was really nice of her, sweetheart,” he says, his throat a little thick.

“It really was. And better yet she’s single and likes women,” you say with a grin, “I got her number to get coffee, but I might see if I can play matchmaker between her and Nat. She looks like Nat’s type.”

“This was our instructor? You got all of that out of her in a few minutes of conversation?” he asks, impressed.

You give him a cheeky shrug of your shoulder, “Yeah, I’m efficient. She owns the shop too. I think I’m going to order something for Penny and Mav from her closer to Christmas.”

“You know what, I think you’re right, she does seem very much like Nat’s type,” Bradley smiles to himself, Phoenix is going to be very excited when he tells her about this.

“’m always right,” you hum.

“You sure are, sweetheart,” he says fondly.

He watches as your eyelids start to get heavy and helps you to get out of the tub, wrapping you up in the biggest, fluffiest towel he can find and sits you on the bed as he goes into the closet to find something cozy for you to wear.

“What do you want me to grab you, baby?”

“Your shirt,” you call out sleepily.

He peeks his head around the opening, “Sweetheart, you’re not going to want hospital germs in bed.”

“No, not that one,” you say, scrunching your nose, “Your henley. The soft navy one with the little white flecks. ‘s my favorite.”

You look so tired, he doesn’t like the slump of your shoulders. He knows that feeling all too well and he hates that you feel so bad about something that you had no control over. It had been such a good day up until the end. But even so, you’re the only person he wants to go through the highs and lows with.

He strips down and puts both his clothes and yours into the hamper before grabbing the shirt for you. “Arms up,” he says gently, he pulls the sleeve wide to fit over your cast before threading it down your arms and over your head.

Rooster pulls back the covers for you to crawl into bed. He climbs in after you, cradling you against him as he reaches over for the remote to turn on your favorite Christmas movie channel for you to fall asleep too.

Your cast rests heavy on his chest.

The heroine just won the cookie cook-off and he thinks you’ve fallen asleep, but then you murmur quietly into the dark room, “This is the second year in a row, Bradley, I really think we should consider skipping Christmas next year. For both of our sake’s.”

“We’ve got too much Christmas spirit for a little pine tree allergy or fractured wrist to keep us down,” he tips your head up so that you’re looking at him, “Give it time, it’ll turn around. I promise, sweetheart.”

He seals that vow with a sweet kiss against your lips and a few minutes later he feels as your breaths even out and you fall asleep tucked against him.

You wake up the next morning feeling more than a little groggy and cotton-headed as everything from yesterday comes rushing back to you.

As does the aching in your right wrist.

You reach out for Rooster, but his side of the bed is already cold. He’s always been an early riser and once he’s awake he doesn’t know how to sit still. You wouldn’t have minded cuddling with him for a little bit, but knowing him he has probably already brewed a pot of coffee for you.

When you finally crack open your eyes, you see that he’s left out a bottle of the prescription strength ibuprofen the doctor had sent home with you on your nightstand and a note written in his slanted script reminding you to take one. Your sweetest boy.

You attempt to splash some cold water on your face with one hand, willing it to depuff your face a little bit and then try to fix up your hair so that you look and feel less bedraggled. It is one thing if Bradley is the one responsible for it, but that wasn’t the case this morning.

Before heading downstairs, you decide on a whim to change out of his shirt and into the cozy cream-colored fuzzy lounge set you’d bought on sale the other week. It takes three times longer to get dressed than it usually did, but getting yourself at least a little more put together made you feel a bit more in control. You knew the extra effort wasn’t necessary, but you felt cute and it was making you feel a little bit better about everything.

The pink and white cast was a bit of a choice looking at it in the morning light filtering through the airy curtains, but you thought you pulled it off well. It was cheerful and fun. And you weren’t going to let it affect you or your Christmas plans with your perfect boyfriend.

There is still some residual guilt you’re trying to shake off, you know it was a fluke of fate, but you’re already thinking about ways to make it up to him all the same.

You gingerly make your way down the stairs making a mental note to look up what other festive things were happening this weekend and call out to Rooster, “Please tell me there’s coffee.”

The raspy laugh that reaches your ears makes you smile for the first time that morning, “I’ve got one ready for you in the living room, sweetheart. It’s ready when you are.”

The painkillers, the coffee. The man is a saint and looks like a god. And he’s all yours.

You take those final few steps a bit faster, ready for the strong dark roast that only he seems to be able to make to just right and to thank him for taking such good care of you.

You lose all words when you walk into the living room.

It’s like you’ve walked into a dreamy pink forest straight out of a fairytale.

Your beloved very large, very fluffy, pink tree covered with all of your memories collected from the past year and Bradley’s mom’s sparkling vintage glass icicles is surrounded by two other very large, very fluffy, pink Christmas trees.

The newest additions to the living room glow with the hundreds of twinkling white lights. It’s ethereal and whimsical the way the light bounces and dapples on the walls and floors.

And there standing in front of them is Bradley, barefoot in his favorite sweatpants in your cozy living room of the home he’s made with you looking like a daydream.

You don’t think it’s the prescription strength pain medication kicking in that makes you feel like you’re floating as you walk towards him. You know it’s all him.

Bradley says your name with such adoration, such love that you swear you feel your heart reshape in your chest with his name on it.

“I envisioned this a bit differently in my mind, but the way I see it, we’re just starting the ‘in sickness and in health’ part a bit early,” he says, taking your right hand and dropping a kiss to your cast. Your eyes well up at the tender gesture.

And then you stop breathing when he sinks down onto one knee in front of you.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. I love your big heart and the way you’re so kind and generous to everyone you meet. I love the way you can light up a room with your smile. The best parts of my days are when I am with you. You’re the only person I want to wake up to, the only person I want to fall asleep with in my arms, and the only person who I want a forever with.” He reaches out and takes your shaky hand in his warm one, “Last year, you let me give you more than a drawer and it has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. This year, will you let me give you my last name too and marry me?”

You can almost see his heart that he is wearing on his sleeve. His pretty honey brown eyes are tracing over every inch of your face, almost like he is trying to commit every microcosm of your expression to memory.

You had imagined this moment so many times. It was the movie you’d put on in your mind on those nights when sleep felt just out for reach. And like a snowflake, no two dreams had been the same.

But nothing you’d imagined could have ever topped the reality of this moment here and now.

Because there was nothing was better than being surrounded by three pink fluffy trees and looking forward to getting to spend a lifetime with Bradley Bradshaw.

“Well it’s convenient I fractured the right one,” you say with a watery laugh as a few happy tears escape from your eyes.

“I guess that is a lucky break,” he grins.

“Literally.”

You didn’t think it was possible to smile this wide. That you could be this happy.

“You still haven’t given me an answer yet, sweetheart,” he says, slightly squeezing your good hand.

“Haven’t I though?” you tease. There’s no what he doesn’t know what your answer is, not with the way you’re beaming.

“C’mon, let me hear you say it.”

You don’t make him wait for long.

“Yes, Bradley, yes I will marry you. It’ll always be a yes with you.”

You barely get to finish your sentence before he is shooting to his feet, pulling you into his arms and kissing you.

Your Bradley. Your fiancé.

On Christmas morning, after all the presents are unwrapped, you find yourself sitting under your perfectly pink tree surrounded by scraps of ribbons and bits of shiny wrapping paper.

Even your striped pink and white cast looked particularly festive under the gleam of the trees.

Rooster is in the kitchen making another pot of coffee for the two of you to share. You can hear him singing along to one of the vintage crooner Christmas albums you had gotten him.

You’ll be hosting Mav, Penny, and Amelia for dinner tonight. You let yourself enjoy this quiet of the mid-morning before things get chaotic. The two of you had dressed the oval oak dining table yesterday afternoon. The centerpiece you’d ordered from Nat’s now New Year’s Eve date was stunning, there were even a few white dahlias tucked into the arrangement. Thankfully, with no pine needles in sight.

The tall pillar candles had been moved off to the side and a real fire was popping in the hearth of the tiled fireplace. And the sun streaming through the bay windows is bouncing off that sparkly silver garland that you’d gotten Bradley to hang up for you in a way that makes the shiny wooden floors look like they’ve been scattered with specks of confetti.

The swirling, sparkling, shimmering dots on the ceiling, however, were from your own ring as you move and tilt your hand admiring the way the sun illuminates it. You know the matching pair of diamond earrings that Bradley had gotten for you as you Christmas gift are shining just as bright.

He still blushes whenever anyone teases him about forgetting to pull out the engagement ring he had got for you before he’d proposed. But you wouldn’t have changed anything about that moment for the world.

The marquise diamond had belonged to his mom, but he had had it reset in gold with a halo of diamonds around it for you. He’d even bought a pink velvet box to put it in for the occasion. It was easily the prettiest thing you’d ever seen and your heart still fluttered every time you saw it on your finger.

The two new trees are still only dressed with the many strands of lights that they’d arrived with. You learned that Bradley had enlisted Jake and Natasha to help him out with that particular surprise that day a couple weeks ago when he’d taken you on what you affectionately refer to as the 12 Dates of a Christmas Proposal.

Your favorite pink tree, the one he had gotten for you last year- the one you’re sitting under now- was also in possession of a new accessory. A shiny new pink ring pop ornament Bradley had gotten to commemorate the occasion of you saying yes and was hanging in a place of honor on the tree right between the little Hawaiian shirt ornament and the dainty, dangling ice skates.

Saying yes was the easiest thing you’ve ever done.

Yes to forever. Yes to him.

This season and every season.

You couldn’t wait to see what new ornaments would fill those trees by next year.

And the one after that.

And the next one after that.

Happy Holiday's! It's been almost a year since I've posted my very first story on here. I'm so thankful that a zoom kaboom plane movie has introduced me to so many wonderful people! Thank you for reading my stories and for all the support I've received over this last year! It has meant the world to me!

This story is set in the Oh, Christmas Tree universe. If you missed the fic that started it all, you can read it here!

Many thanks to Jordan (@gretagerwigsmuse) for so, so many reasons. I hope you enjoy this, this one's for you!

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