#hunk squad

[chaotic-tired-fox]

Okay so my last post blew up so here’s more obscure random Resident Evil facts for y’all!

Part one: here

Part three: here

☠️The white dog you save in Resident Evil 4 is a reference to Hewie the dog in Capcom’s other game Haunting Ground which was released at around the same time the original Resident Evil 4 was. The main character Fiona also shares resemblance to Ashley.

☠️ Chris and Claire’s parents both died in a tragic car crash said to be so bad they could only be identified by their dental records

☠️ Jill’s infection (and later cure) of the T-Virus significantly slowed down her ageing

☠️ Chris is the only main character without a clear romantic interest (Leon with Ada, Claire with Leon and Jill with Carlos)

(Edit: A few people have said Claire and Steve but Steve was only 17 at the time of his death so no I don’t care how much chemistry they might’ve had, he was a minor and Claire was 19)

☠️ In the original RE2 Jill had a picture of a man on her desk, in the remake it is changed to a dog instead.

☠️ Barry Burton is one of the only characters in the series to actually retire, moving up to Canada with his family. He and Claire still stay in contact.

☠️ Leon’s signature handgun is actually a modified Samurai Edge he named ‘Silver Ghost’ made by Joseph Kendo the brother of Robert Kendo you meet in RE2 and RE3. Originally the gun was created for Barry Burton but given to Leon instead.

☠️ One of Joseph Kendo’s books on firearms can be found in Ethan’s house at the beginning of Village.

☠️ Capcom’s other zombie series Dead Rising actually has a few references to Resident Evil in them though my favourite is a restaurant called Jill’s Sandwiches

☠️ Luis Sera was apart of Umbrella’s sixth laboratory in Europe which oversaw the creation of Nemesis.

☠️ A detail not many know about Hunk is that he possesses two hidden blades mounted to his wrists almost exactly like the ones seen in Assassins Creed

☠️ Jessica and Raymond are two villains from Revelations that are not only still alive but in possession of a T-Abyss sample and haven’t been seen in the timeline since 2005 what happened to them and the sample is a complete mystery.

☠️ Another storyline that hasn’t been explained yet is Natalia from Revelations 2 and if she may or may not be possessed by the consciousness of Alex Wesker

☠️ It’s implied in the Shadow of Rose DLC that Mia Winters lost custody of Rose sometime in her teenage years

☠️ Chris can canonically pull off front flips whereas Leon can backflip

☠️ Lobo, Tundra and Night Howl of the Hound Wolf Squad actually have little smiley face stickers on the back of their helmets whereas Canine and Umber Eyes do not.

☠️ In every main series game he’s been in (RE2,RE4,RE6) Leon has had to crawl through a sewer

☠️ All of the cgi movies as well as Infinite Darkness are considered completely canon to the story.

☠️ Upon the release of Operation Raccoon City, players could participate in an online ARG which gave away exclusive files on the characters including a psychological evaluation of Hunk which is the most information we’ve ever gotten on his character. The link to it can be found: Here

☠️ Wesker’s British accent was the result of each of his voice actors attempting to mimic the last. This was corrected in the remake of Resident Evil 4 (sadly)

☠️ You can interact with the play park in RE6 with Chris, Piers and Ada and each of them go down the slide differently

☠️ The HWS member that tackles Ethan at the reservoir is Canine and the one standing next to Chris is Night Howl.

☠️ Night Howl is also the author of the laptop reports you find in the Church and the secret underground area where the Mutamycete is in the village.

☠️ Canine is the youngest member of the HWS and the oldest is Umber Eyes

☠️ Lobo from the HWS shares striking similarities to Hunk (Read my full theory on it Here)

☠️ The Duke from Village and The Merchant from RE4 actually know each other and The Duke describes them as ‘old friends’

☠️ Sergei Vladimir, leader of the UCBS is the tallest human character in the franchise standing at 6’7.5”

☠️ Thanks to the Resident Evil 4 remake, Leon can now both speak and read Spanish

☠️ In the Heavenly Island comic, the man Chris sends to assist Claire is Parker Luciani from Revelations

☠️ In RE8 the Village is heavily isolated from the outside world thanks to Miranda and thus has remained primitive but Heisenberg had his own arrangements with the Duke for regular newspapers and cigars from the outside.

☠️ Wesker actually met Claire once while he was still leading STARS. He described her as a ‘lovely girl.’

☠️ That being said Claire swears more than any other main character (Chris, Leon, Jill)

☠️ Chris and Claire have matching leather jackets that both say ‘Made In Heaven’ on the back which is a reference to Queen (the band)

☠️ Although it doesn’t appear in the remake, Barry’s ‘Jill sandwich’ line is considered canon and referenced by his daughter Moira in Revelations 2

☠️ Revelations for the 3DS was so infamous for having its text misspelled on the side of the case Capcom had to issue replacement sleeves for all the buyers who had one.

☠️ Heisenberg calling Chris a ‘Boulder punching asshole’ means his feats in RE5 either made the newspaper or someone told him about it personally (one of the hounds maybe?)

☠️ Expanding upon an earlier fact of mine, Chris knows 7 fighting styles which are: Airforce Combatives, Karate, Boxing, Judo, Wrestling, Capoeira and Kali

☠️ Jill also knows 7 fighting styles which are: Modern Army Combatives, Taekwondo, Ju-Jitsu, Gymnastics, Tricking, Lucha Libre and Kali

☠️ Leon knows 6 fighting styles: Taekwondo, Ju-Jitsu, Wrestling, Kali, Krav Maga and Systema

☠️ The reason why there’s no children in the village in Resident Evil 4 is because Saddler’s blood ritual killed them all before the events of the game (that and the developers agreed child enemies would be far too disturbing)

☠️ The developer of the original RE4 suggests that the best snacks to have while playing the game is Diet Coke and lightly salted potato chips (eaten with chopsticks to avoid greasy controller hands)

☠️ Neither Hunk nor anyone in the USS wear Umbrella logo patches (as much as cosplayers tell you otherwise lol)

☠️ In the RE4 remake, Ashley refers to herself as a ‘master of unlocking’ which is a reference to Jill’s title given to her by Barry in the first game

☠️ Chris and Leon were designed to be complete opposites of each other and you can still see that today even with subtle details (Chris punches, Leon kicks. Chris smokes, Leon doesn’t. Leon is flirtatious, Chris is indifferent)

☠️ Wesker’s red eyes glow brighter any time he experiences strong emotions which is why they sometimes shine through his glasses

☠️ Chris’s zippo lighter was actually a gift from Claire given to him when he joined STARS

☠️ Chris can’t read piano sheet music but he can read guitar

☠️ Jill can play the piano

☠️ The story behind the basement music used in the directors cut of the original Resident Evil is so infamous and has a pretty wild story behind it. The music itself is horrendously bad and said to have been composed by a deaf composer but spoiler alert that composer wasn’t deaf at all and instead was fooling the world. The story is insane and I highly recommend checking out this video on it for the full story here

☠️ Beltway from the USS Wolfpack has a metal prosthetic leg

☠️ Beltway also swears more than any other character in Operation Raccoon City

☠️ The original RE4 has more releases than any other Resident Evil game because of its success

☠️ The original RE4 was also planned to be a lot more survival horror based like it’s predecessors but the remake of the original RE didn’t sell as well as intended so the game was reworked to be more action based instead.

☠️ Crimson head zombies were also completely unique to the remake of Resident Evil and also make an appearance in Operation Raccoon City

☠️ Leon’s relationship with Helena is unique in the fact that neither of them are interested in each other and Leon instead views her as a protege because she reminds him of his younger self.

☠️ You cannot shoot the merchant in the RE4 Remake

☠️ During his time working at the Spencer Mansion, Wesker used to take long hikes around the Arklay Mountains

☠️ Mr X isn’t the only Tyrant of his type in fact multiple of him were released around Raccoon City and it’s also implied two separate Mr X’s are encountered during the story of the RE2 remake

☠️ Out of everything, crows are the most effective carriers and spreaders of the T-Virus

☠️ Hunk’s name is actually an acronym that stands for Human Unit Never Killed

☠️ Leon S Kennedy is the only playable character with a middle name, that being Scott (in fact he might be the only character in the franchise with one but don’t quote me on that)

☠️ Originally Leon’s hair was depicted as brown but was later changed to blond which it had stayed as until Vendetta made it brown again. His canon hair colour is usually agreed to be blond however.

☠️ Same goes for Chris’s eye colour which was originally blue (like Claire’s) until they changed it to brown and back to blue again in Village.

☠️ Birkin discovered the Golgotha Virus by accident while experimenting with Lisa Trevor. In the REmake you can see the G Virus tentacles on her back.

☠️ The brand of clothing and gear the Hound Wolf Squad use is a real brand you can buy exact replicas from for Airsoft called Volk Tactical Gear. There logo is printed on HWS weapons in game.

☠️ Ghosts were technically made canon in the Resident Evil universe thanks to 7 and 8 but seem to only relate to the Mold and Mutamycete (You see a ghost girl in 7’s demo/prequel and in 8 Shadow of Rose goes in depth with it)

[rustytrident]

i love intimacy hidden in the small things.

the first time mammon whispered to you, you swore you could feel your entire body tremble. it wasn't about the proximity, or his soft breath against the shell of your ear – nor was it about the words he told you. it takes trust to whisper to someone, to make your words small, airy, and direct them at only them, when you could talk to anyone, say anything. mammon chose to speak to you only, quietly and with intent, because he trusted you enough to do so; you feel that same trust every time he whispers to you after that, too.

beelzebub always gives you some of his food, even if it sometimes pains him to give it up. it's a "no, have it, it's your favourite part, isn't it?" before he slides the small strawberry of his cake, or the last of the chips you two were eating, to you. you tell him he doesn't have to do it, and with a sin like his it's bizarre to think that he does it at all, but he insists until you eat what he offered you. moments like these make beelzebub's quiet love loud, roaring, till it burns through your skin and nestles gently in your stomach.

walking past diavolo in the halls of rad always ends up with his hands somewhere on you. no matter how busy he is, no matter how many beings you are surrounded by, he will make sure to touch you, pat your head or shoulder, hold your hand for a second before he lets you go so he can attend his next lesson or meeting. on days when he has more time, and the halls are quiet enough, he will gently hold your hand and make you twirl for him, before smiling fondly and complimenting your smile, or your eyes. those moments with the future king feel soulful, vibrant – they light up the dark hallways of your school, just enough so you can see his smile: fond and loving.

[rachelfoleyisntdead]

Billy Coen, the only man in resident evil to be falsely accused of war crimes

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ehh um ummm.. hairo+kuboyasu+saiki polycule..

saiki being really into muscular guys is just so silly to me.. i think he would just enjoy knowing that even though he's technically the stronger one, his partner is very much capable of taking care of him even if he doesnt need it

all three of them have very low self preservation skills and a very high need to protect others before themselves(yea yea saiki too, he refuses to admit it but literally reread it if you dont think its true), so their dynamic would be really fun and silly and theyd be really protective of each other..

[mensuited]

[zxyrel]

Jedi Knight Jvayn Zeerel and Clone Trooper Lieutenant CC-1854 Leone

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My lovely OC’s who led a 104th Wolfpack sub-unit “Renan Squad”

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Also have not posted my art here on tumblr for so long!!

[blackmensuited]

[heisokay]

Idris Elba

[chaotic-tired-fox]

I can say now with relative certainty that I know Hunk’s identity and in this post I’ll show you how because literally no one else is talking about this!

Strap in folks as I unload some of the best evidence I’ve found for Resi’s most elusive character.

This idea was first put into my head by a comment made by Evil Blitz in this video:

https://youtu.be/pyoW-FLqh1o

He suggests that because Hunk can keep his identity hidden so well he would have no need to flee prosecution. At the end of RE7 Blue Umbrella shows up, all of which are wearing masks to conceal their identities. Now this isn’t solid information alone but there’s more.

Blue Umbrella was said to be made up by people who used to work for the original Umbrella just as Hunk did and being as highly skilled as he is it would make sense for him to begin working with them.

Evil Blitz also suggested the same could be said about Chris’s Hound Wolf Squad all of which are highly skilled and, like Chris, survive a good 16 years after the events of Village as we discover in the DLC meaning they really are the best of the best.

Who else do we know who’s good at avoiding death? Oh yeah, The Grim Reaper himself. Hunk.

The HWS also all hide their faces but with the use of mods we can still see what they look like. We’ll come back to that later.

Two of the oldest members of the HWS are Umber Eyes and Lobo whom I guess to be around the same age as Chris. We can already rule out Umber Eyes as Hunk is already known to be Caucasian. That leaves Lobo AKA John Perlman, the machine gunner.

Now out of everyone on the squad, Lobo went through the biggest design change from concept art to character model.

His original design appeared to look more like a biker which I think is a reference to DC’s space biker Lobo whom he shares a name with.

But like I said his character model which appears in game and is canon is drastically different with exception of his eye scars which are an important detail we’ll circle back to.

(Credit: @loneghostwolf for the image)

Here we see Lobo has silver hair, stubble, dark eyes and eye scars.

Now let’s compare him to Hunk’s canon unmasking in Resident Evil 3’s Epilogue scenes.

Old quality aside we can clearly see the same hair, stubble, dark eyes and yes, The Eye Scar.

Now between these two pictures around 24 years have passed but that doesn’t rule out that they aren’t the same. Let me draw your attention to his stubble.

In the older image it is pretty apparent that Hunk is blond judging by his stubble and if we look at the shadow we can assume that his hair is too.

But also Blond people are known to go grey a lot faster compared to dark haired people so we can assume that even 24 years before, Hunk was already getting greyer hair.

Let’s compare the two side by side again:

Out of everything the eye scar is the most damning evidence I’ve seen. It’s position is slightly different but we all know Capcom is rather loose when it comes to characters staying true to their appearances (just look at Chris lol) The same applies to his face shape.

Can’t see the scar? Here’s a draw over:

Now let’s talk about personality because between Hunk and Lobo there are some differences I’d like to discuss.

Hunk is known to be cold, calculating and emotionless but that isn’t the case with Lobo.

Lobo, based on his dialogue in RE8 is more laidback and playful, referring to the raid on the village as ‘fun’. Now you may think this blows holes in my theory but allow me to direct your attention to Chris Redfield.

Is Chris Redfield in RE1 anything like Chris Redfield in RE8?

Nope! And that’s called character growth.

Chris has lost a lot of his playfulness over the years because of his repeated trauma and experiences. We can assume the same happened to Hunk but rather in reverse.

Hunk’s origin is still a complete mystery but being a cold emotionless killer is definitely the result of his job at Umbrella. The mission is always top priority and nothing else matters. He was trained to believe that on Rockfort which is the earliest information we have on him.

His behaviors are on par with other Umbrella characters like Wesker and especially Birkin. His job is his life and all he knows.

Your surroundings can drastically change your personality and reaction to things and I strongly believe that once Hunk was freed from Umbrella he began to understand his own sense of self and who he was as a person rather than as a weapon.

Blue Umbrella was the perfect place for him to discover himself even if no one else knew who he used to be. Surrounded by Ex-Umbrella employees living with their own regrets and trying to fix their mistakes would make Hunk question his own after all him stealing the G-Virus caused a chain reaction across the whole series.

His choices are directly responsible for the majority of the outbreaks following. If anything it’s possible he’s trying to make things right again and atone.

Being at Chris’s side is also beneficial regardless of whether or not his captain knows his identity which wouldn’t matter anyways anymore. They are both men who’s actions had resulted in the loss of their whole teams and by the end of Shadow of Rose it appears that both their curses have finally been broken.

But wait! There’s more.

Lobo in RE8 says this to Chris:

“Been a while since we fought together Captain. When was it last, the desert?”

This is a reference to Heavenly Island, a comic that takes place after RE6 but before RE7 meaning the two worked together previously in the Mojave Desert.

Because of this we can easily assume Chris hand picked him personally for the HWS based on these previous experiences of seeing him in battle.

This cannot be said about any other HWS member as it’s never revealed how they were recruited and who by.

Anyways Lobo is Hunk, here’s my evidence and thanks for listening. PLEASE tell me your thoughts and spread this around to get more people talking about this!

[eternalsa2z]

Chained

"Mmmm you didn't turn out half bad. Not as hot as me, of course, but good enough to be my side kick"

Behind her the brunette posed uncertainly, stunned by her transformation. She hadn't expected that super fake, rich bitch Jade to give her the time of day. But when she was pulled aside and a little necklace forced around her neck, she became chained to this tanned bratty doll.

"Don't worry about the necklace. It's certainly lacking compared to mine, but still enough to lock you into a hot body for the rest of the night. If you're lucky, I'll let you keep it."

Keep it? She wondered to herself. Stay in this curvaceous body? Forced to strut through the clubs behind Jade, following her every move. Supporting every catty statement, helping pay for shopping sprees, keeping an eye out for any hot hunk or honey who might be worth of their attention. That sounded...addicting.

"In fact, if you prove your worthy of being in my squad, you get a letter. Perhaps a nice 'K' to follow right behind 'J'? Krystal seems like a hot name. Let's see if she can be a hot bitch to match"

[benk625-blog]

Roughing it

"I bet terrans ain't so tuff without alla that fancy tech they got!" Yazz grumbled before tilting the filthy stein of beer down his gullet.

"Shows what you know" Snork snorted derisively. 

"Bah" Yazz waved "Under that power armor they're helpless." Shouts from the crowd and various handfuls of bar snacks are hurled at him. "Alright, some of them are scrappy. I'll give you that, but they all complain about the slightest inconvenience, right?" Various grunt and nods prompt him to continue. "Can you imagine what those crumbly little pastries would do without matter converters, scanners or teleporters? Curl up a die, that what!" Hearty laughs and cheers greet this point.

"You forget they are deathwolders." Snork sneered.

"We're all deathworlders in this pit ain't we boys?" More cheers. "Where's their hide? Their tusks? Their venom glands? In place of natural advantages they gots all in those clever machines of theirs. And, fair is fair, they have kicked all our collective asses out of civilized space. But if we were dropped in a no tech world with any of us they'd be the first to go."

"Codswallop." Snork snarled. "I’ve seen otherwise first hand. And, fair is fair, I thought much the same way you did in that situation. You sees, I was part of a mixed race mercenary company. Our tranpo got shot down and we made an unscheduled landing in the middle of a forest. Crashed, you might say.

“Half the boys were minced meat in the tin when all was said and done. Ol’ sarge survived out of a sheer need to keep reminding us what a bunch of sorry sacks of slime we all were. He starts barking about disaster kits and all the Terrys start grabbing backpacks and duffle bags.

“‘Snork!’ Snapped the sarge. ‘Where’s your gear?’ ‘Ain’t got none’ I sez ‘Fine. You get the dead men’s weight.’ So I ask my squad mate what the hell dead men’s weight is. The boys look at me and start going through this pile of belongings whose owners were now part of the great scrum in the stars. They tied together a couple of bags and slung them on my shoulders.

“I can’t make snouts or stingers of the stuff we’re all carrying. No high tech to speak of. The most advanced thing in the lot was a bunch of short wave radio transmitters they called tally-wallys or somefink like that. One thing in abundance was multipurpose hunks of metal. 

“Fellas, if you fink their high tech is tops, you should see what their low tech does. The same piece of metal has a cutting edge, sawing edge, prying tip, knuckle duster grip, screw head studs and wrenching slots.

“In a matter of hours they stripped the wreckage. They cobbled together an emergency beacon from bits of broken machinery and bits from the items in their packs. Hull plates became improvised shelters called skinny 2s. The next priority was of course, fire. Terry’s love fire. I can kind of see why now.

“Over the fire they criss-crossed metal struts from the ship. A big pot of water was placed on the grull and the humans started pulling out various paper pouches. After a bit of argument they decided which bags would be opened and put the others away. The contents of the selected bags were dumped into the simmering water and the bags were tossed to the flames.

“In less than an hour I was eating my first stew. Some of the humans had separated themselves from the rest and had tied strips of cloth over their eyes. Squadmates told me this was done to prepare for night watch duty. Others spent their time gathering all the packs into a net and hoisted the whole lot so that it hung suspended over a tree branch to protect it from local fauna.

“After falling asleep to ‘campfire songs’ I was woken up to a chilly pre-dawn glow. Night watch had scared away a pack of nasty-wasties. Two of them pursued the hunters deep into the unfamiliar forest. This led them to a stream of running water 3 kilos away. I had been assigned to join the foraging group.

“We made our way slowly to the water. Each forager carried several metal pots in both mitts. A few of the Terrys had compact books called field guides. Inside were extensive survey notes on edible flora on the moon’s surface. We gathered nuts, fruits and roots on our way to the water. First meal was by the water’s bank and consisted of a variety of food bars stored in the endless array of pockets human clothing has.

“We filled the empty pots with water. I was about to take a deep slurp kneeling in the mud. Sheila boxed my ear and advised me not to drink from the flowing water until it was properly treated. I followed this advice as only a fool would ignore a human’s warning. Using their hand tools, some small trees were fashioned into limbless trunks that were slung across shoulders. Big lunks like me got several water pots hanging from our sticks. The small fry mostly carried the food pots, but they did their best to be fair about who got whats. 

“The return trip took almost as long as the first leg as we were being careful not to spill the water. When we got back to camp, the Terry’s were obsessed with treating the water. I’d say a quarter of their gear was focused on cleaning water. Some had rolls of finely meshed fabric to filter out large particles, this was then filtered a second time through fabric the humans swore could capture microscopic impurities. Then it was boiled and had sanitizing tables dropped into it as it cooled. Some humans even had flavoring packets for the water as they did not like the taste of the sanitizer. 

“And so the days passed, foraging for food, gathering water, doing watch shifts and trying to amuse each other with story and song. After a particularly unpleasant day the Terrys played a strange game. They started telling stories about trips even worse than their current predicament. Each tale topped the previous in misfortune. 

“Loads of these stories referred to times in their childhood. Raising their runts from seed to soldier involves regular periods of survival in deathworld biomes. They call it camping. Eventually the story contest became more and more unbelievable and the Terrys started calling bullshit on obvious lies.

“Shelia, one of the smaller female Terrys, spoke up and a hush fell over the campfire. Her expertise on roughing it was deferred to even by the Sarge. She starts pointing to a line of numbers on her arm: 20, 40, 60, 80, 120, 180 and 365! The numbers indicated commercial survival contests called “Naked and Afraid”. These humans survive deathworld locations with one piece of equipment and no garments to protect them from the elements.

“Yazz, me mate. Lots of humans would be easy pickens without their tech. But you don’t want to meet Sheila like that. Like as not, your hide would become her tent and she’d carve your tusks into tools.

[mensuited]

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 16

welcome the the sixteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  

1. home depot catalogue by @moonguilt

“No, really, he’d love to,” Lance said into the phone, just as Keith pressed the button for the kettle to start heating up.

Those words were enough to raise Keith’s suspicions just a tad. He shot Lance an inquisitive glance while opening the cabinet to retrieve his box of morning tea, but his husband was the picture of innocence, flipping casually through a Home Depot catalog they had received in the mail yesterday.

“Oh, definitely. If you need someone to paint your insides white, Keith’s your man.”

Keith dropped his box on the counter, tea bags spilling out onto the granite.

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Keith is having a normal, relaxing morning. Lance throws him a curveball.

this one made me LAUGH. out LOUD. it’s domestic and fluffy and FUNNY dear god, like it’s such a lance thing to do and such an objectively funny prank that i just!! literally just typing this makes the urge to reread it too great my hand has been forced.

2. kindling by @moonguilt

Lance struggles with his attraction to Keith during training, and it all comes to a head when Keith corners him afterwards to ask why he was off his game today.

Prompt from tumblr: Angry Kiss.

one of my fave vld tropes EVER is lance being whipped and then equally as furious that he’s attracted to keith at all. it’s endlessly funny to me. and then keith being the eyebrows raised, not surprised one??? gets me every time. also keith is a massive sweetheart in this fic and i love him

3. chocolate granola bars by @moonguilt

“A pillow fort sleepover!” Lance cried out, leaping up with such alacrity that Pidge had to grab her laptop to prevent it from sliding to the floor.

“No way, we're not—” Pidge stopped and blinked, exchanging a glance with Hunk, then looking back at Lance again. “... Oh.” She evidently had not been expecting such a tame suggestion. “Okay.”

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Or, Lance is bored out of his mind and decides to organize a sleepover with the squad. Nonsense ensues, and Lance works through some confusing emotions—particularly those involving a certain mullet-haired team leader.

okay there are too many good things about this fic i cannot choose which to highlight, and so i will mention them all. ahem: a) lance is a ray of sunshine who regularly uses his power of cuteness to his advantage, b) adorable team bonding, c) shiro is a dorky nerd, d) HEALTHY LANCE AND ALLURA COMMUNICATION, e) krolia and romelle have actual characters, f) lance has allergies which isn’t rly important but he gives me a vibe that he’s allergic to several things and it’s very validating to see it in fic, g) lance validation and feeling expression for the piece of shit game show episode, h) observant lance!! and i) literally the most painful and necessary and well-written klance fight i’ve read in a while! hurt badly but was resolved wonderfully 10/10

4. Terminal Velocity by @speakswords [GORE WARNING]

The only fate worse than being tortured to death is watching, helpless, while the person you love most takes your place.

this is one of my fave vld fics of all time. although fair warning it is very violent for a good chunk of time. the story is EXCELLENT, the entire thing will have u biting ur nails in terrified anticipation and i mean that literally. whole time i was gagged. at the edge of my seat. AND i have several specific lines screenshotted bc the pure fucking devotion and care knocked me out of the water

5. you and me are cosmic dust by Yuu_chi

Knowing that your team loves and trust you no matter what and believing it are two very different things.

i LOVE keith angst. i know this fandom is very langst heavy and honestly i am too but sometimes keith angst is so so good. and this fic is one of them!! excellent read and features observant lance as well. OH and there’s a little sprinkling of suave keith in here too lol

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!    

[mandos-mind-trick]

Experiment

Summary: Tech’s working on something new. Midnight gets to help in more ways than one. 

Pairing: Tech x reader, also implied poly bad batch x reader

Warnings: Very NSFW, very filthy. Tech is a bit of a freak, but so is Midnight, smut, p in v smut, my glove kink shining through, use of toys, language. 

**A/N: **I decided to make it part of the series since it does require reading the part with Echo to make sense as to _why _it’s happening. Also will require reading this one for the next one to make sense as well, so enjoy another part!

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“I need you.” 

Tech doesn’t give her much of an option as his hand wraps around her arm, tugging her away from a baffled Hunter and down the hall. They had landed in Tipoca City just a few hours ago. Midnight had gone straight to the barracks as she normally did, wanting to avoid the stares of the regs as much as possible. Half of them hated her presence, hating that a simple civilian had imposed in their space. The other half looked like they were picturing her naked. That doesn’t bother her much, she’s used to those kinds of looks, but it has her worrying. Like somehow they knew she was doing something very forbidden and fucking her squad. 

They hid it very well. Even in the barracks, they kept all affection to a minimum. Of course they had their moments, and she’d slept in their bunks a handful of times, but they were careful. It wouldn’t be hard for someone to walk in on them, and the last thing they needed was a controversy. 

She’s not sure she can handle being separated from them now. The thought of something happening to them because of her haunted her thoughts in the dead of night. It wasn’t something they’d talked about. The whole point was to not get caught so they wouldn’t have to worry about it. 

Of course, being led hastily by Tech back to the barracks probably wasn’t doing anything to help. 

He’s got that determined walk he gets when his mind is on whatever he was working on still. He had been tinkering since the end of the last mission. He’d been paired off with Echo, as was becoming the usual, and he had returned to the ship and instantly jumped into a project. It wasn’t that unusual, except this time he’s being very secretive. Usually he was willing to talk your ear off about his tinkering, but this time, he’d not even murmured to himself about it. 

Midnight had been a bit curious, but the others had just shrugged it off as Tech being Tech. They’d probably all find out eventually anyway. 

Looks like Midnight was about to get her curiosity satisfied. 

“I need you to tell me which you prefer.” Tech says as they enter the barracks. He heads straight for the table, several items laid out. 

“Okay?” Midnight asks, standing across the table from him. 

He pushes several kinds of metal towards her. “I’m working on an upgrade for Echo. I need to know which one of these feels the best to you in terms of touch.” 

Midnight looks down at the hunks of metal, picking one up. “Why?” 

“He wants to make sure it’s...comfortable for you.” 

Midnight glances up at Tech before picking up another piece of the metal. She tests all of them, running her fingers along them, feeling the weight of each. “This one’s the smoothest.” She says, picking up the first she’d tested. “It’s also the lightest.” 

Tech adjusts his goggles with one hand, taking the metal from her. “Yes, that’s the one I thought of initially. I’m glad you agree.” 

Midnight stays there for a moment, watching him. He’s already back to work, clearing the other metals away. She’s grown used to Tech’s direct communication, but this was almost cryptic. 

She can’t help but wonder what exactly he’s upgrading for Echo as she makes her way towards the mess hall where she’d been headed with Hunter. It made sense to her, that Echo would want things to be as comfortable as possible for her since they had grown closer recently. He was always concerned about her comfort, but she didn’t care. She was used to discomfort anyway, and she never felt any when she was with him. 

Sweet, sweet Echo, always worrying about her.  

*****

Midnight wakes when her door slides open. She’d been fast asleep after another exhausting mission. Every mission seemed to be getting harder, or she was just growing more and more tired of the constant stress, the constant adrenaline, the constant worry. It didn’t look like the war would be ending any time soon. While it meant her worries about being separated from her boys were still far away, it meant they were still having to fight and the constant worry of losing one of them or worse, herself, is still high. 

She sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes. It couldn’t have been that long since she’d dragged herself back to the Marauder and passed out in her bunk. “Tech?” She murmurs, eyeing the clone in her doorway. “Is it time to switch already?” 

“Technically yes, but I need your help again.” He says. 

Midnight hums, eyes trying to close again. “Gimme minute.” She murmurs, moving so she’s sitting on the edge of her bunk, bare feet on the cold metal to try and wake her up. 

Tech leaves without a response, her door sliding shut once more. She sits on the edge of her bed for a long moment, trying to force herself awake. Usually she could be up and ready in a flash, but this time it seems she’s far more exhausted than normal. 

She pushes herself to her feet, changing into clean clothes before she slips out the door. She makes her way down the hallway, stepping over piles of armor left in the walkway. It seemed she wasn’t the only one exhausted after this mission. Hunter would have things to say when he got up, but it seemed they all needed their rest. 

She makes her way to the cockpit, stepping inside. Tech is nowhere to be seen. She steps up to the console anyway, checking the chronometer. Eight hours? Tech let her sleep eight hours? No wonder she feels so tired. 

“Tech!” She quietly protests as the clone steps into the cockpit. “You shouldn’t have let me sleep that long!” 

“You needed it.” He shrugs. “Besides, I was too busy working on things.” 

“Still, Tech, you need rest.” Midnight says, approaching the clone. 

“I’m fine.” He insists. “And so is the ship. Come on, I need your help again.” 

He doesn’t give her much of a choice, taking her hand as he leads her back towards the hull. He leads her into the makeshift medbay, releasing her hand as he goes over towards a crate. 

“Take off your pants.” 

“I-what?” Midnight stares at his back with wide eyes. 

“Take off your pants.” He repeats himself, turning around. It’s said with the strictness of a command. He did technically outrank her, they all outranked her when it came down to it, but very rarely did they use their rank against her. 

Midnight’s eyes widen as she spots what’s in his hand. She swallows the lump forming in her throat, hands undoing the laces of her pants. She pushes them down, letting them fall to the floor around her ankles. She can feel wetness pooling between her legs, dampening her underwear. 

Tech approaches her slowly, eyes concentrated behind his goggles. Midnight shivers under his glance, stepping out of her pants, kicking them to the side. She stands still, her head tilting back as Tech comes to tower over her. He bends down, hand gripping one of her inner thighs. He pulls her legs further apart, his fingers sliding up until they’re between her legs. He’s still wearing his gloves, the fabric rough even through her panties. 

Tech watches her face as he rubs her through her underwear. His eyes are still focused, calculating. Oh how she wished sometimes she could hear his thoughts, get inside his brain. He was the most enigmatic of the group. She had, at one point, thought it was Crosshair, but Cross wasn’t hard to understand once you realized he wasn’t pretending to be an asshole to hide his true self. He just is an asshole. Tech, though, was harder to decipher. He was constantly surprising her, every time she thought she had him figured out. 

Tech’s hand slips under her panties, tugging them down. “On the table.” He says, voice still stern. She wonders if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he even realized he was doing it at all. The Tech she’s used to in these situations is still buried under the mechanic and engineer. The softness he usually held in his gaze when he was with her is missing. 

Because this isn’t like those times, she thinks as she lets him maneuver her on the table. Midnight swallows thickly, staring up at him. She’s on her back on the table, as close to the end as she can get. Her legs are bent, toes hanging off the edge. It felt a bit like the exam she’d had to go through when she’d joined the GAR, but staring up at Tech has warmth flooding through her. 

This is an experiment. 

Midnight’s breathing picks up as she watches Tech pop open the bottle of lube, her bottle of lube from her room. He slathers some on the device, before his gaze turns back to her. He looks her in the eyes, holding her gaze as his free hand comes to rest on her stomach. His thumb rubs her skin gently for a moment, and the intimacy of the touch has her head spinning. He’s still Tech. He’s still the sweet man under all that genius. 

“So this is why-” Midnight’s breath catches as he runs the tip along her slit. “Why you wanted my opinion.” 

Tech hums, gaze breaking hers as he lines it up. “Echo asked me on the mission before this last one if I could invent something that would allow him to experience what we do.” He slowly pushes the device into her, working her open slowly. “He said you gave him the idea.” 

Of course. She remembers that conversation just a few weeks ago. 

“Sometimes I wish I could give you what they can.” 

“I’m sure Tech could come up with something. He’d probably be thrilled with the challenge.” 

She had been half-joking when she’d said it, but it seemed Echo had taken it to heart. Of course, she wouldn’t complain. If it was what he wanted, then she would gladly accommodate. 

She moans quietly as Tech bottoms out the device. She grabs his hand that’s still on her abdomen, the other gripping the edge of the table. 

“How does it feel?” He asks, keeping it still. 

“Good.” She moans, clenching around it. “A little cold, though.” 

Tech nods. “I plan on figuring out a way to keep it warm. Of course your body heat will warm it quickly once it’s inside you. I modeled it after mine, since our discussion about our anatomical similarities with regs.” 

Tech keeps talking but his words are lost as he slowly pulls it from her, almost all the way, before sliding it back in. Midnight grips his hand tighter as he keeps the slow pace, drawing it from her slowly before pressing it all the way back in. Her back arches a bit, hips trying to press closer, trying to get him to move faster. The hand on her abdomen gets just slightly heavier, trying to pin her down and keep her still. 

“How does it feel?” He asks, watching the device. “I can use softer metal, but I worry about it breaking down over time. I used the same coating they put on internal cybernetics to help protect it. I could explore using some kind of padding to make it feel more realistic.” 

"Tech," She says, squeezing his hand. "Hurry up and fuck me."

His gaze hardens just a bit, sending a shiver down her spine. "You can't hurry science." He says, pulling the device nearly all the way from her. "I need to know how it feels, what needs to be changed. This is only the first model." 

Midnight's eyes roll back as he thrusts the toy harder into her, shifting the angle just a bit. Her hips rise from the table, trying to keep the feeling going. 

Tech tsks, pressing harder on her abdomen to hold her still. "You move too much. Don't make me restrain you."

Midnight's eyes snap open, gaze meeting Tech's. "What?"

"These tables have restraints." He says simply, but his eyes are dark, pupils blown. "I could tie you down." 

Midnight's head falls back with a thump as he thrusts the device into her once more. She lets out a loud moan, not caring that the others could probably hear. "Kriff, Tech!" 

He continues the slow pace, watching the device disappear into her body. She's dripping, the lewd squelch loud in his ears. He had worked almost non stop wanting to get the first model device created just for this moment. His own dick is pressing hard against his codpiece. He’s been hard more times since he started this project than he ever remembers. He’s completely whipped. His hand was nothing compared to Midnight now. 

“Tech!” Her voice has pitched higher, meaning she’s close. Her legs are shaking, trying to close around his hand but he holds them open. He had mostly been kidding about restraining her, but after seeing her reaction...he stores that away in his brain for later. “I’m gonna...I’m gonna cum!” She cries. 

He slides the hand on her abdomen down, thumb circling her clit. He can feel it as she cums, her body pulsing around the device. He can practically feel it on his own dick, shifting his weight to try and relieve some of the pressure. 

He gives her a moment before sliding the device from her. She groans quietly, chest heaving as she breathes. He sets the device aside, moving to stand by her head. She’s covered in a sheen of sweat, glistening under the harsh light of their medbay. She looks beautiful, he thinks, like this. 

“Was that satisfactory?” He asks. “I can make any changes to it that you think might help.” 

Midnight reaches up, pulling him down closer to her. She presses her lips against his, hand cupping the back of his head. She kisses him hard, arousal already beginning to pool between her thighs once more. Her other hand slips down his stomach, fingers pulling at his codpiece. 

“Tech,” She whines. 

Kriff, he loves when she says his name like that. 

He tugs himself away from her, letting his codpiece hit the floor with a clang. He moves back down to the end of the table, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her. She sometimes forgets just how strong they are. 

Tech turns her, bending her over the table. He’s still in his gloves, the fabric rough on her sensitive skin as he teases her clit. She can hear him wrestling himself free from his blacks. He’s still in his armor, the plastoid pressing against her as he slips into her. 

She lets out a keening whine, pressing up onto her toes. Tech traces the delicate curve of her spine before closing his hands around her waist. She’s so warm and wet, he knows he won’t last very long. 

He sets a brutal pace from the start, rutting into her so hard the metal table creaks. Hunter has to be awake by now, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the others were as well. He doesn’t care, though. He’d woken up many times hearing the others with her, why not let them have a bit of a show. The last mission had been a rough one, and he knows they all need some relief. 

“Yes!” She cries out, back arching as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. He knows it can’t be comfortable with his armor digging into her, but she offers no protest. “Yes, Tech!” 

Her legs are shaking as she cums, head falling back against his shoulder. He grunts into her ear, his cheek pressing against the side of her head as he chases his own orgasm. 

“Tech...Tech...” She moans, hands gripping the table. “I love you.” 

The three words come out as he spills into her, panting into her ear. She hadn’t meant to say it, but she was so lost in the pleasure and raw emotion of the last couple hours. It had just slipped out. 

She’d never said it directly to him. It had always just been implied. Of course she loved all of them. She loved them so much it hurt sometimes. She knows they love her too, in their own ways, even if they didn’t directly say it. 

“Tech,” She starts, trying to wiggle out of his arms. 

He gently pushes her so she’s flat against the table again, his hand pressing against her back. It’s not heavy, she could slip out of his hold if she wanted to, but it’s enough to keep her still. 

“I don’t know what that means.” He says. She can feel his eyes on the back of her head. “I mean, I know the technical definition of love: ‘An intense feeling of deep affection.’ But it’s...it’s not something that can be calculated or quantified. It’s hard to...to find examples.” 

Midnight pushes back against Tech’s hand, and he lets her stand. She turns to face him, looking up at him. It feels a bit crude, having this conversation while his cum is sliding down her thighs, while he’s still in his armor and she’s bare from the waist down. “I know love is hard.” She says. “It’s...it’s so variable, unique, independent to every individual. You think you know what it feels like, then someone else comes along and it feels entirely different. It’s just...something you know, not exactly something you can quantify and I know that’s hard for you.” She removes his goggles, gently kissing the indents in his cheeks from them. “I know you love me, even if you’re still figuring it out.” 

He leans down, pressing his forehead against hers. “Thank you, cyare.” He says, nose bumping hers as he leans down to kiss her. 

“I need a shower.” She murmurs against his lips. 

“First tell me what you thought.” He says, immediately back to his normal self. 

Midnight smirks, taking Tech’s hand. “I’ll tell you in the shower.” 

Tech stares at her for a moment before realization crosses his face. “Oh.” 

Midnight giggles, tugging him towards the fresher. “Come on, genius.” 

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Home Is Where The Heart Is

18+ content MDNI

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x sarah grant (fem!oc) characters: sarah grant, jake seresin, the bradshaws (bradley, alyssa, and leia), the dagger squad, penny and amelia, sarah's team and assitant coach Cameron Kamp, misc characters warnings: language, military homecoming, pregnancy, pregnancy hormones, crying, brief mentions of religion, cheesy lovey dovey shit, THIS DOES CONTAIN SMUT, you have been warned, breeding kink, pregnancy sex, a ruined pair of jeans, oral (fem recieving), unprotected p in v (don't be dumb) word count: ~8.5k a/n: this story is inspired by ‘His Little Girl’ (bradley bradshaw x reader) by the lovely @roosterscockpit​​  ( @milesdickpic​ ) and characters from this story are mentioned. also, yes, the oc is based on me lol (well a fantasy version lol) PLEASE READ: i know it's been a while but this part in the story takes place in late June this is part 8 in the series, found here -> j and s universe loose summary: it's time for a reunion

They say home is where the heart is, but what about when your heart is on an aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean? Is that where your home is?

Cause that’s where Sarah’s heart was. Thousands of miles away, on a floating hunk of metal. It shouldn’t be there, it should be by her side. Her heart should be rubbing her back and cradling her growing belly. Not getting sonogram photos in the mail. 

But that’s where it was, because that’s where Jake was.

Their home rarely ever felt like one when he was gone. It was quiet and cold. 

Except for the days Sarah and Jake got to video call. 

Sure, it wasn’t exactly the same – but they would take what they could get.

“We still need to have a baby shower,” Jake said as he watched Sarah clean from her computer on the counter. “I’m not having one until you get home, Jake,” she answered, a sigh behind the words. She’d told him the same thing since after the gender reveal.

He sighed, watching her move around the kitchen, “Sarah, what if I’m not back by the time you have the kids? Then you’re stuck at home with nothing.” She shrugged and wiped down the counter, “I’ll go shopping then.”

“Sarah, the whole point of a baby shower is to eliminate the need for us to spend our own money,” Jake said, trying to get her to understand that it was okay to have one without him.

Sarah stopped cleaning and looked at him. “Jake, there are things I want to have your opinion on. Like strollers and carseats and cribs. I want to buy those things with you, I want to do all that with you.”

“Sugar…”

“Jake, I don’t want to do these things by myself. I’m already having to set up the nursery by myself.” 

He furrowed his brow, “The squad isn’t helping you?” She sighed and scratched her forehead, “No, no, they are. It’s just… I want your say in these things. I need your opinion.”

Jake gave her a small smile, “Sweetheart, the nursery doesn’t need to be fancy. We’ll be moving after the wedding anyway.” Sarah sighed and rubbed her belly, “I guess you’re right… I just miss you. They do too.” He nodded, “I miss you too Sugar. I’ll be home before you know it.”

“When do you come home?” She asked him softly, hand still rubbing her belly. He sighed, “I’m still not sure…” Sarah bit her lip and nodded.

“I’m so sorry, Sugar… I wish they would decide, I want to be home with you.” She gave him a shaky smile, “I know you do, Love… I want that too, but as long as you come home, I’ll be happy.”

Jake smiled at her, “I love you, Sugar.” 

“I love you too, Cowboy,” she smiled back before looking at the list on the fridge and sighing.

“What’s wrong Sarah?”

She shook her head, “Oh it’s nothing. I just remembered all the stuff I need to get for the banquet that’s not this Saturday but the next Saturday.”

Jake smiled, “How much have you gotten done?” Sarah groaned and rubbed her face, “None of it. And I have so much to do…”

She didn’t want to hang up on him, having him on her computer screen helped her to feel like he was home. Made the home feel less lonely, made her feel less lonely. And the twins got to hear their dad’s voice. 

“I don’t wanna hang up either Sugar…”

Sarah sighed and looked back at him. He always seemed to know what she was thinking, even a million miles away Jake could read her like a book.

She leaned on the counter, giving him a soft, loving look as she smiled. “But we both have things we need to do…”

Jake nodded, resting his head on his fist, “Unfortunately…”

“We’ll talk tomorrow?” Sarah asked, hopefulness in her tone but she knew it wasn’t a guarantee.

He nodded and sat up, “But I can’t video call tomorrow, so it’ll have to be over the phone.” She nodded and stood, her hand rubbing her belly, “We look forward to it.” Jake smiled, love engulfing his eyes as he looked at her.

“I can’t wait til I’ve got ya back in my arms Darlin’. The day can’t come fast enough.”

“I love you Jake. So do they.”

“I love you too Sarah. And you two little troublemakers in there, Daddy’ll be home soon.”

Sarah sighed and readied her cursor on the “End Call” button. “Bye Darlin’.” “Bye Sugar.”

They ended the call at the same time before their tears could fall. Both waited until the little light by the camera turned off before they broke down crying.

Over the next week and a half, Sarah and the squad got all the decorations ready for the banquet. They put together the centerpieces and planned out where everything would go.

The centerpieces weren’t too hard to make. One of them was simply a bouquet of daisies and greenery with a softball in the middle; the other was a vase with softballs in it and a yellow rose and green hydrangea flower arrangement on top.

Amelia had gotten extremely into baking, and she was actually quite good at it. So, to save a little bit of money, Sarah asked her to bake a few of the desserts for the team. Most importantly, gift softball cookies for the seniors with their name and number on them. Sarah, of course, bought her the ingredients and paid her for her work.

Other desserts would be brought by parents and players, along with fruit and veggie trays.

Cyclone offered to cook, grill or something, but the school insisted on paying for it to be catered since they weren’t paying for much else. 

So, the team decided on both pasta and barbeque. Sure, not exactly tied together, but girls like their options!

And with all of it being taken care of, all Sarah had to do was sit down and make the awards, which didn’t take very long at all. 

Then all she had to do was wait for the day.

The morning of the banquet Sarah woke up early, the twins wanting to start the day as soon as possible.

“Alright babies, okay okay I’m up,” she groaned as she sat up in her bed. She took a few breaths as she sat on the edge of her bed, massaging her lower back. “It’s 5:30, Penny and I aren’t setting the Hard Deck up until 10. Why can’t I just sleep in?”

She got out of bed and went to her and Jake’s closest to get her clothes out for the banquet. A shin length cream colored dress, one of Jake’s shirts that matched the school's colors, and a pair of tan Nike shoes.

Sarah was not about to wear heels, not with her sore and swollen feet. Sandals were also off the table, because again her feet were swollen and she couldn’t see past her belly to see her toes to paint them. 

Could she have gone to get them done? Sure, but the one smell that managed to make her sick this far into her pregnancy was the smell of a nail salon. So she had resulted to socks and using press ons or glue on nails from the store.

“Okay, I just need to wash my face and freshen up, then get dressed.”

She went to the bathroom and turned the water on to let heat up while she re-tied her bun and put on a headband. 

Once the water was warm, Sarah grabbed her morning face wash and wet her face. 

“Oh, Finley,” she hissed as she started to wash her face. 

Finley seemed to have a preference for being active early in the morning and loved to kick virtually the same spot all the time. 

“You have got to chill, baby girl,” she said, looking at the side of her belly that her daughter was occupying. “I know you’re excited about Mama’s busy day, just can you kick somewhere besides my bladder?”

She watched her belly move with another kick. “Thank you baby.”

After getting dressed, Sarah gathered what wasn’t already at the Hard Deck and put it in her car.

“Okay, now I won’t forget those… but what do I do in the meantime?”

She looked down at her belly, “Let’s start planning a shower, just so Daddy and Mama don’t have to start from scratch.” Sarah grunted a little at the kick she received, but it was gentle so it also made her smile. “Alright, laptop and my water cup and to the couch we go.” She set an alarm for 9 and sat on the couch. 

Opening her laptop, she went straight to Pinterest and began pinning ideas into a board for her and Jake to go through later. He may be on a ship in the middle of the ocean but he was still going to be a part of the planning process. She cared about his input and a few thousand miles wasn’t going to change that.

So for the next few hours she compiled ideas for decor and food, games and prizes. She found a few lists of items for a registry just to have something to go off of. 

By the time her alarm went off she had a lot of ideas in that board along with her having gotten distracted by food recipes and pictures of cows and puppies.

She got up and packed her laptop away in her bag before she grabbed it and her phone. Swiping her keys from the bowl, she locked up the house and went to her car.

Once she was seated and buckled, she put in an order at Chick-fil-A so she could pick it up before meeting everyone at the Hard Deck.

When Sarah got to the bar, pretty much everyone was already there, most likely cleaning or waiting for her to arrive.

She got out of her car and slipped her bag onto her shoulders before grabbing the food bags and the drink carriers. However, once she got situated with the drinks, she noticed the framed awards sitting in her front seat. 

“Shit,” she cursed, trying not to fumble the drinks and send them crashing to the gravel of the parking lot. “I just had to order drinks… shit okay Sarah, just do the easy, smart thing and sit everything down, pick up the awards and then grab everything else. You can do that.”

And she did exactly that, managing to tuck all the awards under her arms and then re-pick up everything.

Sighing, she walked toward the bar’s door, making sure to move carefully so as to not drop anything.

Inside, Penny noticed Sarah coming towards the bar, looking like a Jenga tower trying to walk and not fall over.

“Oh my goodness gracious,” she said, sitting up a bit straighter as she noticed Amelia come out of the bathroom. “Hey, Amelia, will you go help Sarah? She’s trying to do a single trip and I don’t want her to fall.” Amelia nodded and immediately went to go outside, “Yeah, sure Mom.”

As Amelia headed to the door, Sarah had stepped onto the sidewalk to go to the stairs.

But as she brought her other foot up, she didn’t get it quite high enough which caused her to trip.

She, thankfully, didn’t fall, but in her attempts to keep herself from falling forward she stuck her arms out to balance herself. And as she stood up straight to catch her breath and held her hand to her chest to calm her racing heart, she looked down and realized that her quick response had caused her to drop the awards and the two drink carriers.

She swore in frustration, “Dicks!” 

“Oh my god are you okay?” Amelia immediately asked as she opened the door, having seen the near fall just as she opened the door. 

Sarah nodded, “I’m fine, I just dropped the drink and awards…” Tears stung her eyes as she spoke, looking down at the mess at her feet.

Both Sarah’s shout and Amelia’s tone had caught the aviators’ attention and they immediately came outside.

“Hey what happened?” Bradley asked, coming out first with worry on his face as he looked between Amelia and Sarah. 

“I just tripped, Roo, I’m fine,” Sarah told him before sniffling a little bit. She cleared her throat a bit and held the bags of food out, “Least I didn’t drop the food.” Bradley nodded and took them, handing them off to Amelia.

He stepped forward and felt something crunch under his foot. When he looked down he realized that it was only ice but there was still shattered glass and some plastic from the frames that had broken off. He heard Sarah sniffle again.

Bradley looked at her, watching her shake out her hands before covering her face. He knew she was on the verge of tears so he tried to comfort her, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. We can clean it up.”

“I dropped all the fucking drinks, I’m sorry guys,” she said, as annoyed frustrated tears slipped down her face. She huffed and looked at styrofoam cups that sat broken on the concrete. “I’m really really sorry guys. I just didn’t want to come back outside and I-”

“Hey, hey,” Javy said, gently grabbing her shoulders. “Hey, look at me.” Sniffling, Sarah lifted her gaze to Javy. “There she is. Hey, don’t worry about this, it’s just drinks.” Nat came over, her and Reuben squatting down to pick up the cups and carriers. “Yeah, it’s alright, there’s drinks inside or someone can go pick up drinks,” Mickey said, already pulling out his keys. Bob nods next to him, “Yeah, there’s a convenience store just up the road. Fanboy and I can go get drinks.”

At the reassurance from her friends, Sarah nods and wipes her face, sniffling as she calms down a bit. “Yeah… yeah you’re right. You’re right…” 

She took a deep breath and looked down at the mess again, tears gathering up again at the sight of the broken picture frames. But she swallows the tears and squats down, mumbling a little to herself to try and stay calm.

“The awards don’t need frames, the girls won’t c-” She stopped mid amendment when she turned them over, finding that the spilled drinks had soaked and stained the cardstock. “Damn it…”

She covers her face as the frustrated tears fall once more, “They’re ruined… this day is already off to a bad start…”

Javy shook his head and squatted down with her, “Hey, no, none of that pretty mama.” He tilted her chin up and wiped the tears from Sarah’s cheeks, “We still got all day to make up for this accident. Bob and Fanboy already left to go get more drinks, and did you bring your laptop?” She nodded, “Yeah, it’s in my bag.” “Good, I’m sure Penny has a printer in the office and you can reprint the awards in there. We can make the day better,” he helped her to stand and she giggled a bit as she wiped her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, Jav, you’re right. I guess it’s just the pregnancy hormones and the stress of today. Thank you.” He nodded and smiled, “Course, now let’s get inside and eat. I bet the little bugs are hungry.”

Just as he said that, Finnegan kicked Sarah’s bladder, “Yes, they are, but now I also reeeaaallly have to pee.”

They all laughed at that. “Then let's get you inside.”

After breakfast and the Hard Deck getting a thorough cleaning from the squad while Sarah reprinted the awards, they all went out for lunch before getting last minute decor and supplies.

When they got back to the bar they got everything set up. The squad moved picnic tables down to the sand to clear the deck as much as necessary while Penny, Amelia, Alyssa, and Sarah swept what sand they could off the deck. And one table was set up to hold gifts and awards.

After that was taken care of, decor such as banners and light were strung up. Rooster and Payback hung a flag sign that read “CONCESSIONS” above the door from the deck into the bar. The food and drinks would be set up inside to keep bugs and sand from getting into it.  

All of the table decor and smaller things would be set up later so they didn’t get snatched or knocked off and broken.

Once the big stuff was out of the way, the squad gathered in the bar to have a victory drink before heading home to shower and get ready.

While Sarah and the others headed straight home to get showers and change, Bradley had to take a quick detour.

“Bradley, where are we going?” Alyssa asked, realizing he wasn’t headed toward their home.

He chuckled a little, “You’ll see honey, but you can’t say anything. Sarah’s team wants to surprise her with something.” He turned toward the dockyard, “Or should I say someone?”

Alyssa’s brow furrowed, a little confused by the vagueness, but she went with it, “Alright.”

Bradley just chuckled, driving down the road before pulling into the dockyard and parking. “Okay, do you want to come with me or stay in the car?” Alyssa shrugged, “How long are you gonna be?” He shook his head as he unbuckled, “Not long at all, Honey.”

She nodded and rubbed her bump, “Okay, I’ll stay here, but I won’t promise I’ll be awake by the time you get back.” He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

Rooster got out of the Bronco and jogged toward the docks.

There were a few people there still, but a lone pilot, off to the side on his phone, stuck out to him.

“Yo! Hangman!” 

Bradley waved with a huge grin on his face as Jake looked up at him, “Bradshaw! Took you long enough!” Jake walked over to him, pulling him in for a quick hug and patting him on the back, “Long time no see Rooster.” He chuckled, clapping Jake on the shoulder, “C’mon, let’s go. You hungry?” 

“Yes, I’m starving actually.” “Well, let’s get you to the house and you can eat the leftover pizza in the fridge. If Leia and Mav haven’t yet.” 

Jake nodded and chuckled, “Yeah, let’s go.”

A few hours later, after changing, scarfing down a few slices of pizza, and getting a lot of Leia cuddles, Jake and the Bradshaws left for the bar.

“Are you excited to see Aunt Sarah again Uncle Jakey?” Leia asked him from her spot next to him in the backseat. Jake nodded with a bright smile, “I am Leia, but she doesn’t know I’m home yet, so you have to keep it a secret. Can you do that for me?”

Leia nodded her head enthusiastically and saluted him, “Yes, operation don’t tell Aunt Sarah Uncle Jakey is home is a-go!” Jake and her parents laughed. “Thank you, Captain Bradshaw,” he said, saluting her back.

They both laughed a little more before settling.

Jake looked out the window, looking at the California sky as his mind drifted.

His only thoughts were of Sarah and the two little bugs she was carrying. Being on that carrier so far away, not being able to be near them at all made him feel horrible. He’d missed out on so many milestones of her pregnancy. Of course Sarah told him everything and sent him plenty of photos, but it just wasn’t the same.

Hell, he didn’t only miss her pregnancy milestones, he missed her career milestones.

This was her first year as head coach of the softball team and she took them to the state championship and won! Sure, he saw it through a phone camera and still celebrated with her. But he wished that he could have been in the moment with her. Share her joy with her in real time.

She got fucking coach of the year and he didn’t get to celebrate with her over dinner. He didn’t get to walk around the grocery store or the mall and tell everyone he saw that his girl was “an amazing coach with the plaque to prove it" just to see the shy smile on her face as she blushed.

But he was here now and he was going to make up for lost time.

Sarah walked around the bar, greeting players and their parents as they walked in. 

She honestly sounded like a gleeful broken record, greeting everyone in generally the same way. “Hi, so glad you could make it! We’ll be starting around 5, seating is outside but you’re welcome to play pool or darts as we wait until then.” And multiple variations of that.

Everyone mingled and played the various games inside the bar, a few of them going out to play cornhole, which was graciously provided by Warlock.

“Aunt Sarah!” 

At the sound of the littlest Bradshaw’s voice, Sarah gasped playfully and turned to greet her, “Leia Rey!! Oh how are you? Did you have fun with Papa Mav today?” Leia nodded and hugged her, “I did!” Sarah smiled at her, “That’s great! Well, I’m sure the girls would love to know you’re here. If it’s okay with your mama and daddy, you can go say hi.”

Leia turned to her parents with her puppy eyes, “Can I Mommy?” Alyssa nodded and laughed, “Yes baby, but don’t go outside unless you tell me or daddy okay?” “Yes ma’am!” 

She ran off to the group of girls, who immediately got excited to see her and lifted her onto the pool table.

“Those girls love her so much,” Sarah said as she turned back to Alyssa and Bradley. “Yeah they do.” 

Bradley was smiling like an idiot trying not to spill the fact that Jake was currently using his spare key to take Sarah’s car to kill time until speeches.

“Okay, I’m going to get some things situated, then I think that we’re gonna get started.”

Both Alyssa and Bradley nodded as Sarah smiled and walked away.

“Thank goodness… I’m so bad at keeping secrets,” Bradley sighed, rubbing his face. Alyssa chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, “Well, you’ve done good so far Honey. Just a little while longer.”

After checking what needed to be checked, Sarah got everyone’s attention.

“Hey! Hi everyone! We are so so happy you could make it out tonight, and be with us to celebrate your girls and the hard work they put in this year. First we are going to eat, then our AD, myself and Coach Kamp, and one of our seniors will give a speech, and finally we will end with awards and photos!”

The group clapped and cheered a little.

Sarah smiled and clapped her hands together, “Okay, I’m going to say grace really quick and then we can all dig in and go sit outside.”

She said a quick prayer over the food before everyone dug in and got a plate of food to go sit out on the beach.

About halfway through everyone’s second plate, or dessert, they decided to start speeches.

The Athletic Director was up first. He introduced himself and told everyone how long he had been with the school, and all that fun stuff. He talked about the team's stats over the season. Praised the girls and their dedication and effort, praised the coaches for their roles and impact on the team.

“I must say, we’ve had plenty of coaches over the years, but Coach Grant really stands out. She came here and brought an energy that the students adore. She’s done an absolute fantastic job, and no discredit to Coach Kamp. Both have created a team like none other, and it is their first official year coaching together. I can only imagine what the future holds for the program.”

Sarah smiled at him and shook his hand before a quick hug as her assistant took the microphone.

“Okay, so most of you know me, I went to school with a lot of either your younger siblings or older children,” Cameron said, pulling a laugh from everyone. “These girls have been such a delight and blessing to coach and watch progress throughout the season and I can only imagine where these seniors will go. Can we get another round of applause for the 2023 State Champs!”

The crowd clapped and whistled, dying down once Cam spoke again. 

He continued to brag about the girls sharing some funny things that happened before moving to talk about Sarah.

“Now, this woman right here, she is a beast. She came here last year being thrown into the head coach position of not one, but two sports. And she has absolutely killed it. She cares so much about her students and her players, and it’s truly a privilege to coach with her.”

Sarah chuckled and shook her head as Cam pulled her in for a side hug. “Stop, oh my goodness!” She fanned her face, “Pregnancy hormones and speeches don’t mix.” Everyone laughed and clapped as Sarah took over the microphone.

She smiled and wiped her eyes, “Oh gosh, so I’m going to apologize now for both my previous crying and any future crying that occurs.”

Sighing lightly, she looked around at everyone, “Wow… okay okay, so as most of you know, I am not from here, if you couldn’t tell from my accent. I come from a small town in Arkansas, one where everyone knows everyone. I wish I could say I don’t know how I ended up here, but we all know that isn’t true.”

Tears pricked her eyes at the vague mention of Jake, but she cleared her throat and pressed on. 

“But I feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be. Truly, I feel so blessed. I hope I’ve proven to you this past year just how much I care for my students and players. I know the way I approach things can be a little different than coaches in the past but… that’s why I’m here. I want every one of your children to succeed on and off the field, and in and out of the classroom. And that means I will do what I have to to make sure that happens.”

She looked at the tables where the players sat, “This group of girls… they are so so hard working. And I hope I made as big an impact on them as they’ve made on me. I was so nervous, so unbelievably nervous to come here and start coaching. It’s… It’s very different from how I was coached. And I knew I was going to step on toes with how I was gonna coach my team. I want to thank you all for sticking with me and trusting me.”

Sarah let out a watery chuckle as she watched the seniors fan their faces and wipe their eyes. 

“Oh my seniors, I wish we had more time together. But I’m so very thankful for the time we had. My door will always be open to you, for whatever you need. And I know that you will be successful, whatever you put your mind to.”

Teary eyed with shaky smiles, the seniors got up and shared a group hug with her.

Parents and the school’s photographer snapped a few photos of the lovely moment before they pulled away, Lauren taking the microphone.

“Don’t put away your tissues just yet folks,” she said, wiping her eyes with a laugh. “All of us put a speech together and I was elected to read it. And I am so so excited.”

Lauren looked at Sarah, “Coach, I know you want to sit down, so we have a bar stool for you to sit on. Because you deserve to have a seat.” Sarah shook her head with a light laugh and sat on the stool. 

“I’m aware this sounds like the one I gave at the basketball banquet, but please bear with me, it’s worth it to listen to the end.”

The teenager pulled out a sheet of paper and cleared her throat, comically sipping a cup of water before starting.

“As student athletes, coaches make up a pretty big part of our career. They teach us so much more than our sport; they teach us valuable life lessons. Such as: leadership, teamwork, accountability, punctuality, and so many more I can’t name off the top of my head. These lessons will stick with us all of our lives, lessons that we won’t forget.

You thank us for taking a chance with you, Coach… But we want to thank you for taking a chance on us.

Thank you… for pushing us. For pushing us to be our absolute best on and off the field. We are sure there are countless times that you wanted to ring our necks, instead you lit a fire under our feet and didn’t let us settle for mediocre. Because we are so much more than that. Thank you for seeing that when we didn’t.

Thank you, Coach… for believing in us. For not letting us quit and taking time to show us how much you care. You have given us so much support in such a short time and we will forever be grateful for that. 

Thank you for the sacrifices you’ve made. The hours spent working with us and making us feel seen and heard. The hours you lost sleep over us because you could have slept in, especially the last 7-8 months, but you wanted to give us every opportunity you could to practice.

Thank you for everything you’ve done for us.”

Sarah was sobbing by the end, a shaking hand covering her mouth but not hiding the smile. Lauren and the other seniors were crying as well, all coming in for another hug.

“Okay, we have a gift for you. But don’t open it yet, okay?” Lauren said as she wiped at her cheeks. “And we have another surprise for you, but first the seniors have one more person we want to thank.” 

Lauren turned toward the door, gesturing with a slightly trembling hand while smiling, which caused everyone to turn toward the door.

“Will Lieutenant Jake Thomas Seresin please come to the stage?”

It almost took too long for his name to register in Sarah’s brain but the moment the blond aviator was stepping out of the Hard Deck, she was sobbing again. Slipping off the barstool with little grace, she ran as best she could to her fiancé with him meeting her quickly in an embrace. 

Sarah couldn’t form words through her tears, but she didn’t need to. She was clinging desperately to Jake’s jacket with one hand as the other threaded in Jake’s hair. Her hot tears wetted his neck but he didn’t care, she was in his arms again.

“I’m here Darlin’. I’m here,” he said lowly, cradling her head as he wrapped an arm around her waist. Tears pricked his own eyes, feeling the twins kicking as Sarah’s bump pressed to his abdomen. 

Sarah pulled back and rested her forehead on his, “You’re home… you’re really home.” Jake smiled and nodded, “I’m home Sugar.” She let out a watery giggle before kissing him deeply, fist balling in his shirt to make sure he wouldn’t go anywhere. 

Jake reacted similarly, both hands holding her jaw to keep her close before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and one hand on her bump.

The kiss was electric, months of separation being mended by this one act. Tears of longing turned to ones of joy as they mixed together on their cheeks. And in that moment, two souls were making up for time lost.

Everyone around them cheered, clapping and some were most definitely crying. 

Sarah and Jake lips disconnected as they laughed, meeting together again in quick succession before they turned to everyone with smiles. 

“Who knew? I know some of you knew, who was it?” Sarah asked, wiping her eyes and pointing an accusatory finger at them all. The crowd laughed and Jake kissed the top of her head, “I don’t know about the parents but the squad knew and the girls knew, this was actually their idea.”

Her jaw dropped and she looked at her players, “What?”

They all laughed and proceeded to explain that when Jake had video called the week before the state championship game that is when they planned everything. It was a simple plan really. Once they knew the date Jake was coming home, they all agreed that doing it at the softball banquet would be best because they wanted to be a part of the reunion.

“Oh my goodness, girls… thank you,” Sarah said before they all had a quick group hug.

When it disbanded, Jake kissed Sarah’s temple before sitting down, Leia immediately climbing into his lap. She smiled after him before getting back on the deck and grabbing the microphone.

“Alright, who is ready for awards?”

When they got home a few hours later, they were nearly on one another when the door closed.

“Sugar, while I love this dress, I need you to take it off before I tear it off of you. I’d hate to ruin it,” Jake nearly growled in her ear as she shut and locked the door.

She bit back the moan, but leaned back against his chest, “Take the food to the kitchen and meet me upstairs, Daddy.”

“As you wish, pretty mama~” Jake rasped in her ear, hand running over her bump before he nibbled her ear.

He turned to go towards the kitchen, smacking Sarah’s ass playfully before going to put leftovers in the fridge as she tossed her bag on the couch before going upstairs.

When she got upstairs and in the bedroom, she immediately started getting undressed. 

Her shoes got thrown toward the closet, her socks thrown haphazardly toward the basket by the bathroom door. She took Jake’s button up off and laid it on the bed before slipping her dress down her body and letting it pool at her feet. Last came her bra and panties, falling to the pile at her feet.

She put Jake’s shirt back on and went to the bathroom to wait for him.

Jake hadn’t even bothered to put leftovers in the fridge neatly, he shoved things over and found places where they would fit for now. 

He took the stairs two at a time, his tight jeans being both a hindrance and his drive to get to his bedroom faster.

When he got there, the first thing he saw was the pile on the floor next to the bed and both his jacket and shirt joined them.

“I’m in the bathroom Cowboy.”

A wolfish grin split his features and he toed off his shoes, thankful to have changed out of his work boots. 

He walked into the bathroom, seeing the love of his life with her hip against the counter, his shirt barely covering her nipples. “Oh, look at you, my gorgeous girl,” he drawled out, immediately putting his hands on her hips to pull her close.

“My handsome man~” She purred, her hands going straight to his chest. 

Grinning, he planted a kiss on her lips. Innocent and delicate at first before his hands were pushing the button down off her shoulders, immediately turning the kiss into hungry and desperate.

Jake pressed Sarah against the bathroom counter, his large, calloused hands roaming her now naked body.

“Fuck, Sugar, I missed you so damn much~” He grunted out between hot kisses.

Sarah’s head fell back, exposing her neck to her fiancé as her nails scratched his torso. “I missed you too Cowboy~” Her hand grazed over the bulge in his jeans before palming him, “I missed this too~”

His hips bucked involuntarily at her touch, craving the skin on skin contact. His body ached for her soft caresses and fleeting kisses, the chill left behind on his hot skin after her fingers danced along his muscles. He ached for her.

The low groan vibrated against her neck, sending a wave of arousal through her. Jake’s head nuzzled slightly against hers before he kissed her again.

Her hand threaded into his hair as his hands softly rested on both sides of her bump. His thumbs traced soothing circles on her skin and she brought him closer.

Jake moved to the side, just to get a better angle to deepen the kiss and bury his hand in Sarah’s hair. 

His unoccupied hand moved down to run its fingers through her folds. “Damn, pretty mama, so wet for me already~”

“You’ve been gone for weeks, Jake. The moment I saw you, my hormones went fuckin’ nuts~”

A needy growl bubbled in Jake’s throat as her hand palmed him in time with the movements of his fingers and she purred against his lips. 

After a few more seconds, Jake brought his fingers up to his lips before parting the digits and watching her arousal string between them in a poor attempt to keep them together. Moaning, he slipped the coated fingers in mouth, letting his tongue clean the silky sweetness off of them.

“Mmm, just as sweet as I remember~” 

She whimpered and captured his lips, wanting just a little taste. Jake responded in haste, his tongue dipping into her mouth and sharing whatever was left. The hand in her hair tugged a bit and the other cupped her neck as he pressed her against the counter.

When they pulled back for air, they rested their foreheads against each other.

“Jake, baby please, I need you between my legs. I’ve missed your mouth on my pussy, please~” Sarah begged against his lips. Her nose nudged his gently, contrasting her desperate plea to have him eat her out like a man starved.

He chuckled lowly and gently nudged her nose back, “You don’t gotta ask me twice, Sugar.”

He kissed down her body, following the goosebumps left by his fingertips until he was on his knees and lifting her leg over his shoulder.

Jake groaned at the sight before him. It was a sight he saw countless times before, but a sight that never got boring.

Humming, he pushed his tongue past her lips, moaning the moment his senses took in everything. His eyes fluttered shut and he worked her cunt from muscle memory. He didn’t need to see to draw pretty sounds from his fiancée’s throat. He knew every curve, every spot that made her putty in his hands.

Every swipe and flick of his tongue drew a moan from her lips. Desperate, pleading moans as her heel dug into his back.

Sarah gripped the counter, blindly trying to reach for Jake’s hair to ground herself. “Fuck Jake!” She managed to finally find his golden locks and thread her fingers through the strands. “Oh shit, don’t stop~”

Her moans bounced off the tile of the bathroom, echoing and letting Jake hear them for a second time. He could tell she was close, having been deprived of his touch for too long. He couldn’t blame her, he was desperate too.

Jake ran his hand up her leg, a feather light touch until he got to her entrance and easily pushed two digits inside. “Fuck Sugar… y’ so damn tight~”

“Oh fuck, Jake I’m gonna cum~”

“I know, darlin’. I know, cum for me~” He grunted out, his inflamed chest rumbling with the words as he curled and twisted his fingers.

Sarah’s head fell back, a strangled moan forcing itself from her throat as she pulled at his hair and white knuckled the counter to keep herself upright.

The sensation made Jake open his eyes, looking up to see his fiancée as she came. But his eyes caught sight of her baby bump, and Jake fucking lost it.

His lips wrapped around her clit and his other hand dropped to palm himself through his jeans. He moaned and hissed as she clenched around his fingers and lightning shot up his back.

Jake’s hips jerked as his cock twitched and he grinded harder against his own hand, chasing his high just as he brought his Sarah to hers. He saw dots behind his eyelids as his abdomen flexed and reached his peak.

The gentle tug of his hair pulled him back to the real world. Back to the bathroom where his future stood looking down at him with a fucked out expression on her face.

“You alright down there Cowboy?” She asked lightly with a soft smile as she caught her breath. He nodded, a grin splitting his face, “I’m fuckin’ amazing, Sugar…”

She giggled as he stood up, her eyes flickering down, “Oh, Honey, you um..” He chuckled and nodded, reaching over to turn the shower on, “I know, I know.”

While shower sex is usually very fun, Sarah did not want to stay in the shower any longer than she had to. She had been on her feet a lot that day and she was terrified of something happening and her slipping and falling.

So they saved it for the bed, not particularly caring that they had just gotten clean. Jake just got home and they were going to have proper sex, they could just have another shower in the morning.

After drying off, Jake laid down on the bed, Sarah crawling on after him.

“You’re sure about this Honey?” Sarah asked as she straddled Jake, her damp hair dripping onto his chest. “I don’t want to crush you.”

Jake chuckled and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear, admiring his fiancée in the warm light of the lamp. “You won’t Sugar, I’ll be jus’ fine.” 

She nodded and guided her hands to the headboard, “I feel like this is not the position we should be doing this. Because my hips already hurt and I don’t feel like I look sexy up here.” He snorted a little, “I think you look sexy all the time, but if your hips hurt we can switch positions. Your comfort comes first Darlin’.”

“Okay, thank you Jake, because you would have been doing most of the work anyway,” Sarah giggled and moved off of him. He sat up and pecked her lips, “Of course Sugar, how do you want to do this?”

She hummed and kissed him as she thought, “Hmm, I definitely need to be on my side.” Jake nodded and kissed her neck, “We can do that. How do you want me, pretty mama?” 

“Inside me Jake, that’s where I want you.”

He hummed and pressed his lips to hers and laid her down, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

As she laid there, the golden light of the lamp made her glow even more than the pregnancy had.

“God you’re beautiful,” Jake nearly whispered. Though he was always confident when he complimented her, he was just so amazed by her.

He cupped her cheek, thumb grazing her cheek bone. She looked up at him, her warm, tender brown eyes filling this pit in his chest and making his eyes water.

“Fuck.. Sarah I.. I was so homesick… I missed those beautiful brown eyes, looking at me with so much love…”

Sarah teared up as well, her nose and throat burning with emotion as she held his hand to her face. “Jake…” He shook his head before leaning down to press his lips to hers. “It’s okay, I’m home now. I’m home.” 

She smiled at him, the infectious expression spreading to Jake’s face before he kissed her again. 

“Let me make up for the time I was gone,” he mumbled against her lips before kissing her shoulder as he moved to lay behind her.

Jake slid an arm under her neck to play with her breasts, his other hand sliding the head of his cock through her folds. 

“Fuck Jake, please~” 

He smiled and laced his fingers with hers as he pushed in slowly. 

Sarah gasped lightly, moaning as she squeezed his hand, “Ooohh fuuck, Jake~”

“Oooh now that feels like home~” Jake groaned, a playful twinkle in his eye. 

Sarah couldn’t help but laugh a little, rolling her eyes at him. “You’re not funny,” she responded, though her tone and smiling face portrayed the opposite. “Oh Sugar, I’m hilarious,” he said, gently squeezing her hip and nipping at her jaw.

She shook her head playful, making Jake laugh. 

When he sobered up, he placed a gentle kiss behind her ear before he started to slowly move.

The slow push and pull of his hips was both pleasuring and infuriating. She could feel every inch and ridge of his cock with every drag, but the pace left her crawling towards the edge.

“Jake, faster Darlin’, please~” She nearly whimpered, letting go of his hand to reach for his head, gripping his hair with gentle desperation.

It wouldn’t take much convincing, Jake was just as desperate as she was. Having been stuck on a carrier with nothing but photos and memories to get the job done. He needed this just as much as she did.

With a small, airy groan, Jake nodded and gripped under her thigh as the other hand massaged her breast. “As you wish, Sugar.” He picked up his pace, his top leg hooking over hers to both adjust the angle and give himself more room. It was faster, but still gentle – knowing that she was sensitive and didn’t want to do anything too rough or crazy.

“Fuck, Jake, I missed you~” Sarah moaned, pulling his damp hair and arching back into him. Her other hand fisted in the sheets, white knuckling the duvet as her fiancé fucked her. “I missed your tailor made cock filling me up~”

“Oh shit~” Jake rasped out against the skin of her neck, biting down on her shoulder as his hips snapped. “Oh! Jake~” She yelped out in surprised pleasure as she held his head in place. “Damn, Sarah, you can’t just fucking say shit like that~” 

He said that, yet he wanted to hear more. More about how they were made for each other, like puzzle pieces – a perfect fit. More about how they completed each other – two halves that made up a whole.

Sarah turned her head as best she could, arm hand moving to dig its nails into Jake’s hip. “You’re perfect for me Jake, so perfect~”

Jake’s head fell into the crook of her neck, a small grunt escaping and vibrating against her skin.

Propping himself up on his elbow, and while keeping his movements steady, he captured her lips desperately. His hand came up to cup her cheek as he deepened the kiss, swallowing her moans.

She disconnected their lips, “Jake, I’m close. I’m so fucking close~”

He pressed their foreheads together, his green eye watching her face intensely as he started to grope at her chest purposefully. 

The slacking of her jaw and the way her eyes fluttered shut as he gently tugged and rolled her nipples had him dangling on the edge himself.

“Oh fuck shit~” Sarah moaned out, her nails leaving crescent indentions and raised red trails on his hip before her hand moved to his thigh for the same purchase.

The short, one syllable moans hit Jake’s ears and he was reveling in them. Loving the way he could feel her clenching around him, her soaked walls fluttering as she vibrated his being with her moans of ecstasy.

“Shit, Darlin’, I’m close. I’m so close~” Jake panted, nearly whimpering as her nails dug into his thigh on a mission to replicate the art on his hip.

She moaned again, muffling herself with his lips before barely pulling back to whisper. 

“Let’s cum together baby~”

Jake was sure his eyes rolled back for a second before letting out a guttural moan as he locked their lips together again.

He desperately chased his high, doing his damnedest to get Sarah to hers.

“Ooooooh fuuuuck! Jake I’m gonna cum~”

“I’m right there Sugar,” he rasped out. “Just hold it a little longer.”

She whined and shook her head, “I can’t, I can’t~”

He nodded and pressed his lips to hers, waiting just a few seconds before growling against her lips, “Cum, fucking soak my cock Sweetheart~”

Simultaneously, the rubber bands in their abdomens snapped, both moaning out each other’s names in pleasure as they came.

After a few moments, the euphoria dampened as they caught their breath. 

Jake smiled and pressed his lips to hers, “I love you, so so much.” Sarah giggled, pecking his lips, “I love you too, Cowboy. I’m glad you’re home.” “Me too Darlin’. I missed having you by my side.”

She smiled and kissed his cheek before yawning a little.

He chuckled, lightly kissing her shoulder before gently pulling out, “Let’s get you cleaned up so you can sleep.” She hummed and nodded in response as he moved, quickly grabbing the still wet hair towel to clean her up with.

She hissed a little bit at the contact but hummed at the gentleness of her fiancé.

When he had her cleaned up, he kissed her thigh and stood up, moving to get clothes for them both.

“Wait, Jake, I need your help.” He turned to her, seeing her reaching for him, “With what?” She huffed a little, “I gotta pee and I’m stuck. I can’t sit up.” 

Jake covered his mouth and tried not to laugh as he went over to help her carefully sit up before standing. 

“Okay thank you, I’ll be right back,” she said before pecking his lips and waddling to the bathroom.

He shook his head with a light laugh and slipped on a pair of boxers before grabbing another pair and an oversized t-shirt.

Once Sarah came back, he helped her into the boxers and his oversized shirt before they got into bed.

“I think I’m about to have the best sleep I’ve had in months. Now that I have my heart back.” 

Jake looked down at her and smiled with a light chuckle before kissing her nose, “Were you this cheesy when we met?” “I think you rubbed off on me a little, but it only enhanced my already cheesy cheesiness,” she replied, pecking his jaw.

“But seriously Jake, you are my heart. I love you, forever and ever,” she said lowly, kissing his lips as his eyes glossed over a little. 

He let out a slightly watery chuckle, dampened by emotions as he spoke, “I love you too Sarah, forever and ever.”

hi... hello... yes yes i know it's been a while since i posted anything really related to this series

but i still hope you enjoyed! and yes i did get emotional at parts of this i hope you did as well

im going to be doing a back story piece for the series soon, and the next up date will be baby shower HC's and the birth is coming soon!

thank you so much for being here even though i'm very behind, i truly appreciate you all my darlings 🥰

I do have a pinterest board set up for this, just to help me get into the vibe (one is to help with future parts, one is only for the current parts)

SO

if you want to check it out and get more of a feel for the dynamic going on---- you can click right --->   here

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POV The VLD squad hipping up Pidge when she wore a dress:

Pidge:I don’t know guys…

Hunk:C’mon Pidge you look great!

Pidge:Yeah but..

Lance:Yeah!You look so cute!!

Pidge:But I’m like built like a fridge..and my muscles make it look stupid…

Shiro:C’mon Pidge you muscles make you look so cool!And then no guys will approach you! *Proud space dad*

Pidge:Shiro..that’s not the point..I still look bad..

Keith:Would you just shut up and accept the fact you’re fucking adorable!

Hunk:…

Lance:..

Shiro:…

Pidge:You think I’m adorable?

Keith:Fuck off!