#the other is the Incredible and you know what I got ideas for BOB

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realize it was getting close to the new moon and I wanted to post before then. At least spice things up a bit and not just post on a new moon or full moon 😂

I was watching Beauty and the Beast (the 1991 because it's clearly the superior) and I was thinking about what would happen with Belle and Beast post ending the curse and being married. First off I think that the Beast should've been more beastly??? Like the curse was about to become final and my poor nigga went through puberty as a beast, yeah he should've been more beastly, kinda like a werewolf stuck in a half shifted form (slightly pointy ears, black nails that look like claws, canines sharp as a wolf, incisors almost like tusks). Also should've been WAY more hairy and disheveled looking. Anyway I think after them ending the curse but the beast still looking a little beastly he's nervous to go out in public so he typically hunts for the castle. And I just think it would be cute that belle brings him out to the market square and he can sniff out the best meats. Or he knows when the baker is lying about the pastries being fresh. Pretty much Belle and Beast should get fat after Belle saves beasts life, ends the curse because Beast would have the abilities of a bloodhound and know how to get them the good shit. Also Belle teaching Beast how to cook instead of eating just raw meat (he still does it after learning how to cook for himself. She allows it cause she loves him 😊).

Thank you for coming to my ted talk 😌

[bradshawsbaby]

The Better Man

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: I’ve honestly been struggling a little bit with my writing as of late. I want to write, but I’ve been so low on energy these past few weeks. And then when I do write, I feel like I’m unhappy with the end result. But the idea for this one came to me while I was taking a walk today, and I wanted to get it down. I write so often about Bradley defending Mrs. Bradshaw, but I wanted to showcase a time when she stood up for him as well. Hope you like it!

Warnings: Brief language, alcohol consumption, a really dickish former classmate.

“Oh, God,” Phoenix groaned, her voice cutting through the din of the Friday night crowd at The Hard Deck. From her position at your group’s table, she had a perfect view of the main entrance to the bar. “Not that guy.”

At her pronouncement, everyone else turned and craned their necks to see who she was referring to.

Hangman, Payback, and Fanboy seemed to know who Phoenix was talking about, as they immediately frowned and began muttering a few choice words under their breath, shaking their heads and averting their gazes.

Your husband seemed to recognize him as well, and from his reaction, you could tell he wasn’t an old friend. Bradley’s arm, which had been draped casually over your shoulders, tightened noticeably and his face darkened slightly, his eyes narrowing for a moment before he, too, turned away.

“Who is that?” you asked, keeping your voice down despite the fact that you knew no one outside your group would be able to hear you over the music and loud conversations permeating the bar.

Coyote and Bob turned curious gazes towards their fellow Dagger Squad members, clearly having no idea who this guy was either.

“Luke Robbins,” Phoenix told you, pursing her lips as if the name tasted sour on her tongue and taking a sip of her beer. “Call sign, Crunch. He went to flight school with me, Rooster, and Hangman. Payback and Fanboy know him, too, from the incredibly brief time he was stationed on our carrier.”

“Not brief enough,” Payback muttered, to which Fanboy nodded in vehement agreement.

“That popular of a guy, huh?” you replied, raising an eyebrow. Your friends and your husband seemed to have nothing but universal disdain for this Luke Robbins.

“He’s an asshole,” Bradley chimed in, lightly stroking your arm with his fingertips as he reached out for his beer with his other hand. “Always thought he was the best of the best and didn’t need help from anyone. Not to mention how quickly he’d throw everyone around him under the bus so that he could climb another rung on the ladder.”

“Never got him anywhere though, did it?” Hangman smirked, sipping his beer and leaning back in his chair. “Last I heard, good ol’ Cap’n Crunch has never been invited to TOPGUN.”

“So what’s he suddenly doing here?” Fanboy frowned, glancing across the room, where Robbins and the group he’d come in with were now stationed at the bar.

The rest of the guys shrugged indifferently, but Phoenix let out another groan. “Didn’t Cyclone say something about a training detachment visiting North Island for a couple weeks? Don’t tell me Crunch is part of that squadron,” she rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. Hopefully it won’t have anything to do with us and we can just ignore him,” Bradley said, glancing down at you and shooting you a smile that held no trace of the annoyance he’d felt when Crunch and company had first entered The Hard Deck.

You and your friends returned to your earlier conversation, laughing and just enjoying each other’s company. You and Bradley had returned from your honeymoon a week earlier, and it was good getting to catch up with everyone.

The evening was going quite nicely until a voice sounded behind you that had your husband stiffening beside you, and the rest of your friends glaring in irritation.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?”

You turned in your seat slightly to see the fighter pilot known as Crunch standing behind you, a pint of beer in hand. He was smiling one of those smug “I know no one here likes me, but I’m going to come over and be annoying anyway” smiles. You disliked him instantly.

When no one responded, he went on. “Funny how things don’t change. The gang’s all here. Rooster. Phoenix. Payback. Fanboy. Oh, and Hangman. That’s new, I guess,” he smirked. “Plus a couple spares,” he added, glancing over at Coyote and Bob.

Phoenix’s eyes narrowed. “Coyote Machado and Bob Floyd. Fellow TOPGUN graduates. That’s probably why you don’t know them,” she shot back with a cool smirk.

Crunch’s lip curled momentarily, but he didn’t strike back. “And who’s this?” he asked a second later, his eyes suddenly landing on you. “I know a girl with hands as soft as those is no fighter pilot,” he laughed obnoxiously.

Bradley glared, instinctively pulling you closer to his side. “This is my wife,” he told Crunch, an edge of warning in his voice as he grudgingly told him your name.

As much as you couldn’t ignore the tension hanging thickly in the air, you also couldn’t deny the little thrill that went through you when Bradley introduced you as his wife. You didn’t think you’d ever get over it.

“Wife, huh?” Crunch grinned, smacking Bradley on the shoulder in a gesture that could have been friendly, but clearly wasn’t. “Good for you, man.” Turning to look at you, he winked and leaned in closer, as if he was about to share a secret. “Back in the day, Bradshaw here had no game with the ladies. Hardly ever left with one at the end of the night.”

You blinked and maintained a straight face, despite your aggravation at this jerk clearly trying to belittle and embarrass your husband. “I guess Bradley just wasn’t trying to sleep with any woman who breathed in his vicinity,” you replied, gazing back at him with a serene expression.

Fanboy snorted at that, sputtering slightly on his beer.

A look of annoyance flashed through Crunch’s eyes as he looked back at you. He seemed unhappy that he hadn’t been able to ruffle any feathers at your table.

“Surprised they asked you back to TOPGUN, Bradshaw,” he suddenly said, loudly enough that a few people at the tables around you glanced over. “Surprised they invited you to begin with, in fact.” He seemed satisfied by the tightened jaws and clenched fists that he was now seeing from the Dagger Squad.

Grinning meanly, he glanced at you once more. “Not sure if you’re aware, sweetheart, but your husband here was always the slowest in our flight class. The slowest. The most hesitant. Never good for making a snap decision. Kind of makes you think that Chicken would have been a more fitting call sign, no?”

You could feel the tension pouring off your husband in waves, your own pulse racing in your veins as you felt the heat of anger rushing to your cheeks. Behind you, you could feel rather than see the glares of your friends. Sliding a hand underneath the table, you rested it on Bradley’s thigh, offering him your support and comfort.

Crunch truly was the worst kind of person, determined to ruin everyone’s night for no other reason than for his apparent twisted pleasure. Why he couldn’t just walk away and leave you all in peace was beyond your understanding.

“But I understand, Bradshaw. I do,” he went on, feigning sympathy. “You didn’t want to make a mistake up there. Fuck something up and end up six feet under. You know, kind of like your old man.”

That was the final straw. Fury burning in his dark eyes, Bradley slammed his fist on the table and rose immediately, knocking his chair back in his haste. The rest of the Dagger Squad followed suit, not going to stand for such an insult being thrown your husband’s way.

None of them, however, moved as quickly as you.

You’d risen from your seat, too, as soon as your husband had stood up, rage firing through your veins as you stared at Crunch’s smugly satisfied face. And before anyone else could so much as blink or move a muscle, your fist was colliding with his nose, harder than you ever would have believed yourself capable of. So hard, in fact, that you felt the force of it vibrating up your arm and all the way into your shoulder.

Crunch staggered back in response, immediately clutching at his nose, from which a thin stream of blood was already starting to trickle.

“That’s for my husband and my father-in-law!” you exclaimed, pointing an angry finger at him. You didn’t even realize you’d taken a step closer to him until you felt Bradley wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you back. “Both of whom are better men and better fighter pilots than you could ever hope to be!”

Your ears still ringing from both anger and the shock of what you’d just done, it took a second to register the sound of raucous cheers and laughter echoing around you. Not only were your friends applauding, but so were many of the bar patrons around you.

Eyes narrowed in humiliation and still clutching his bleeding nose, Crunch turned and hurried off, muttering something under his breath about “Bradshaw’s wife” being a “psycho bitch.”

You waited until his back was turned and he had moved off before shaking out your hand, which you were confident would be black and blue tomorrow. How did people go around getting into fist fights on a regular basis?

“That was amazing!”

“Most badass thing I’ve ever seen!”

“Wish one of us had had the balls to do that during flight school!”

Your friends were all congratulating you and telling you how incredible that had been, but the only person you had eyes for at that moment was your husband.

Bradley gazed down at you, his eyes still dark, but no longer with anger. Now they were sparking with something much deeper, something much more instinctual and hungry.

His eyes never leaving your face, Bradley lifted your hand to his lips and pressed soft kisses to your throbbing fingers, which sent a shiver shooting down your spine and straight to your toes.

“Baby,” he whispered, holding your battered hand close to his chest and massaging your swollen knuckles with gentle fingers. “That was hands down the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he told you, his voice hoarse as he continued to gaze down at you in amazement. “And also—thank you.”

You could tell from the thickness in his voice that it wasn’t just what you had done that had moved him—it was why you had done it. Not only would you never allow anyone to disparage your husband like that, but you would also never stand for anyone trying to mar the memory of his parents.

“Get a room, you two,” Coyote called out suddenly, teasingly chucking a napkin at the both of you.

You and Bradley were brought back to the present moment, glancing over at the knowing grins being aimed at you from the rest of the Dagger Squad.

“What do you say, Mrs. Bradshaw? Should we do just that?” Bradley grinned, taking your hand in both of his.

“I think we should, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” you nodded, laughing as Bradley suddenly lifted you over his shoulder to the sound of the hooting and hollering of your friends.

Once you got home, Bradley spent the rest of the night taking very good care of you and showing you just how much your defense of the Bradshaw name meant to him.

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The One Where He Puts His Foot in His Mouth | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley takes his stress out on you, and you let him know that's unacceptable. 

Warnings: Angst and Smut

Length: 3100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You?

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Bradley was feeling stressed out. He had moved everything from the barracks into his new house, and there were boxes all over the place. The new furniture he ordered was scattered in every room, waiting until he had time to assemble it. The clutter was killing him, setting his nerves on edge. He usually liked to keep a very tidy living space.

And on top of that, you had agreed to move in with him in December, just a few weeks from now. He wanted you here, he really did, but you'd already moved some of your random stuff in, just adding to the mess.

So he collapsed on the couch to collect his thoughts while you cooked dinner in the kitchen. 

"I have a great idea, Roo! How about we have some people over for a Friendsgiving dinner the day after Thanksgiving? We can cook our turkey that day instead! It'll be so fun!"

He grunted from the couch. It really didn't sound like all that much fun to him, but he definitely wasn't going to tell you that. "Maybe just Phoenix and Bob?" he suggested, tossing an arm over his eyes. 

"Yeah, I guess I'll see who is available," you told him happily. "This will be great. We have a week to plan everything."

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Thanksgiving was the best holiday Bradley could remember experiencing in his life. He spent it with you. Only you. He had fun helping you make a lasagna since you were saving the turkey for when Phoenix and Bob came over for dinner tomorrow. Then you snuggled with him on the couch, let him watch football for a few hours, and gave him a blowjob. By the time dinner was ready, you had opened two beers, set the table and called him over to eat. 

"I love this domestic shit, Baby Girl. Living with you is going to be awesome," he told you as he pulled you onto his lap at the dining room table. 

You laughed and gave him a kiss before pulling your plate closer and taking a bite. "I can't wait to be fully moved in with you in just a few more weeks."

Bradley took a bite as well and groaned, because everything you cooked was always delicious. "Gonna be perfect. Just like this, every day. You and me. No fights. Just sex and happiness."

"Sounds good, Roo."

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The following day, Bradley had to report to base for the morning, but you were off for the whole day. You had slept over and got right to work in the kitchen first thing, making Friendsgiving dinner. He popped in to get some coffee as he was leaving. 

"This looks like a lot of food, Baby Girl," he commented as he filled his travel mug. 

"Does it? I was thinking it might not be enough." 

Bradley looked around at the ten pound bags of potatoes, boxes of stuffing mix, bundles of carrots, and piles of baking supplies. He could barely see his kitchen counters. 

"I mean, I guess you're the expert," he told you with a kiss to your temple. "I'll be back after lunch."

But when he returned from work, he was even more baffled. The house smelled incredible, but there was so much damn food. You had five pies lined up on the table, timers were going off, disposable bakeware filled the island, and you looked very frazzled. 

"Need any help, Sweetheart?" he asked cautiously. 

"No, I'm good. Everyone will be here in about an hour." 

Bradley scratched his head. "What do you mean by everyone? It's just Phoenix and Bob, right?"

You turned slowly to look directly at him. "No.... it's a few more people than that, Roo. Weren't you listening the other night when I told you that?"

"Listening when? The night I was putting together all of the furniture I bought?"

"Maybe?"

"Well no, Y/N, I probably wasn't paying too much attention to this Friendsgiving thing. Because I thought it was just Phoenix and Bob."

You looked a little panicked, and Bradley immediately felt bad. He ran his hand through his hair. "I just wanted to get the house in order before we had a bunch of people over, but I'm sure it's fine. Don't worry about it. I'm going to get a shower and get dressed before they arrive," Bradley mumbled as he stalked into the bedroom which was still a mess of stuff. 

He took a nice long shower, shaved around his mustache, and got dressed, finally able to calm himself down. It would be no problem to open his house up to a few more people. They were all friends anyway, so no harm done. And it wasn't your fault you had been trying to talk to him when he didn't let you know he was concentrating on the furniture.

You and he would get better at communicating over time, he was sure of it.

But when he walked out into his kitchen, it was literally filled with people. And there were more people coming through the front door. He saw Fanboy, Coyote, Phoenix, Hangman, Bob, Payback, and Maria. Plus a few of your other coworkers from your new lab. There were at least fifteen people in his house. 

"What the fuck..." he muttered to himself as the doorbell rang. He watched you prance over and open the door, revealing Mav, Penny and Amelia. 

So this is why you thought there wasn't going to be enough food. "Holy shit," Bradley sighed, making his way to the refrigerator and grabbing himself a beer. 

"This is so nice, thanks for having everyone over," Phoenix told him, giving him a quick hug. 

Bradley just grumbled. "I thought it was just you and Bob coming. I don't know why she invited everyone we know. The house is still a mess!"

Phoenix's eyes went wide. "Oh, well, don't look now, but um.... yeah...."

Bradley followed her gaze toward the front door where you were letting Cam and that fucking douchebag Kyle into the house. Into Bradley's house. He watched Kyle bend down a little and give you a hug, running his hand across your back. It looked innocent enough, but Bradley really hated that guy on sight. He glared daggers at you. "Y/N."

You jumped away from Kyle's grip around your waist and your eyes met Bradley's.  

"Welcome everyone!" you announced with a nervous smile as you looked at Bradley. "The food is all ready, so please help yourselves! Paper plates are on the counter!"

"Y/N, can we talk for a minute?" 

"Sure..." you said cautiously, and Bradley followed you into the bedroom as everyone else started to pile food onto plates. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? There are a hundred people in my house, including Kyle, and I didn't know any of them were going to be here! Who the hell else did you invite?"

"That's it! Nobody else is coming!" you promised, running your hands up and down his arms to calm him down. "Can you just come back out and try your best to be pleasant? Please? And we can talk later?"

"Fine," Bradley managed through gritted teeth. He would just glue himself to Phoenix for the remainder of the evening, and he would make it.  

So he got a plate of food and listened to everyone compliment your cooking. He couldn't disagree with them, but he liked it better when it was just the two of you. And what was Kyle doing here anyway? Why had you invited him? At least he was avoiding Bradley like the plague. 

Maverick tried to make conversation, but Bradley was in a sour mood by this point. Basically everyone was avoiding him now except for Bob, who was either too kind to leave anyone out or too clueless to catch onto Bradley's mood. 

And now Kyle had you alone, near the back door. How much longer was Bradley going to have to play nice? He decided he wasn't going to.

"Hey, Sweetheart," he said as he walked over to you. Then he pulled you against him and kissed you hard, pressing his fingers into your hips. He teased your mouth until you sighed.

"What was that for?" you whispered after he released you.

"Just wanted to kiss my girlfriend, that's all." He winked at Kyle as he ran his hand along your lower back and ass. Kyle swallowed and then wandered off into the kitchen.

"Oh my goodness, I thought you came over here to kiss me because you wanted to, but you were just trying to make Kyle jealous!" you hissed at him, pulling out of his grasp. "Come on, Bradley!" 

"What am I supposed to do, when he so clearly wants to fuck you! It's so transparent!" Bradley replied, waving his arms in the air.

"God, can you please not do this right now? Look, everyone is eating the pies. Can this wait until dessert is over and everyone leaves?"

"Sure," Bradley agreed with a growl. He picked up a plate and filled it with pie slices. He figured the more he had to eat, the less that would be available for everyone else. And slowly but surely, everyone started to filter out of his house. Kyle was unsurprisingly the first to go. Good riddance. Penny and Mav offered to stay and help clean up, but Bradley assured them it would be just fine if they went ahead and left for the night.

You were actively avoiding him at this point, going so far as to try to get Phoenix to stay longer. 

"Nope, it's time for Nat to leave. Bye Nat, and please take them with you," he said, gesturing to all of the guys.

Phoenix pulled Bradley aside on her way to the door. "Can you stop acting like a dick? Your girlfriend was sweet to invite everyone over. And I'm going to say this as nicely as I can; if you want to have a girlfriend at all, then I suggest you act a little better in the future."

Bradley stood silently in the middle of the living room, and watched you give everyone hugs as they left. When you closed the door behind them, Bradley was about to apologize to you.

"Oh my God, Bradley!" you shouted before he could get a word out. "What the fuck is your problem? I was trying to have a nice time!"

His blood was instantly boiling again. "Then why did you invite Kyle? I can't fucking stand the way he looks at you!" he shouted.

"I didn't! I think he overheard me inviting Cam and Maria and just decided to tag along!"

"Really?" Bradley asked, taking a few steps closer to you. "Are you sure you didn't invite him here to get me all riled up like this?"

"Yes, I'm sure! Oh my God, it doesn't even matter, Bradley!" 

"It sure as hell matters to me. I don't want him in my house!"

You took a step away from him. "In your house?"

"Yeah! My house!"

Your eyes narrowed to slits and you planted your hands on your hips. Bradley had the fleeting thought that perhaps he'd made a mistake.

"So when I move in with you in a few weeks, what does that make me?" you asked, deadly calm. "Your girlfriend, or your fucking personal chef? Do I need to run everything past you first so I don't do something you don't like in your precious house? I guess this is a good example of why I wanted to pay you rent!" 

"Sweetheart, that's not what I meant," he said, taking a cautious step toward you.

"You told me you wanted this to be our house, but if you've changed your mind, then maybe I can move in with Cam instead. I'm sure he won't try to dictate to me what I'm allowed to do where I live!" You eyes were flashing with anger. Bradley was fucked. He'd never seen you this mad before. 

"Baby Girl, I didn't mean-"

"I already gave up my lease with Maria! So if you're going to start acting like a fucking clown all of a sudden, I'd rather you tell me now instead of after I move my stuff in here! That way you'd be saving me time finding a new place to live and a new boyfriend!"

"Don't say that," Bradley hissed, backing you up to the wall. His hands were on your hips, pinning you in place. "Do not say that to me." His breathing was ragged as he watched your eyes grow wide.

He watched you lick your lips as your eyes dropped to his mouth. "Don't tell me what to do," you whispered, and Bradley couldn't take much more.

"Stop it," he said quietly, shaking his head. "You belong with me. Stop saying you don't."

You glared up at him. Your hands found their way to his chest, but instead of pushing him away like he was afraid you were going to do, you pulled him closer. "Make me."

Bradley pinned you in place, one hand on your hip and one around the side of your neck. He kissed you hard on the lips before pulling away again. He looked down at your beautiful face, an expression of pride and stubbornness filling your features. He gently stroked your neck with his thumb. 

"I want you here. With me." 

"To be your personal chef?"

"No, to be my girlfriend who I get to dote on."

You licked your lips and sniffed, but you didn't try to move. "You had a funny way of showing that today. You can't tell me what to do. And I don't care if you think Kyle wants to fuck me. I don't want to fuck Kyle, so that's just going to have to be a good enough answer for you. Or I'll find somewhere else to live." 

"Don't," Bradley growled.

"Then show me you want me here," you whispered, and he had you hoisted up in his arms immediately. 

"I want you here," he said roughly, enunciating every word. "I want you fucking everywhere with me, Baby Girl." He kissed your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist. "I'm sorry I was a jerk."

"Show me," you insisted again, grinding against his abs. He kissed you, palm at the back of your head, keeping you in place while he sucked your lower lip between his teeth and nibbled. You moaned into his mouth, and he felt so possessive of you. He needed you to know you made his life better. 

Bradley laid you down on the couch and climbed on top of you. He kissed your neck as he worked at the zipper of your jeans. "I want you here, because I love you." He slipped his hand inside your underwear and you moaned.

"I don't care if you never cook for me again," he added. "I'll make us cereal for dinner every night, and I'll never complain."

You smiled slightly up at him, clearly trying to keep your expression angry. He wasn't going to have you living anywhere else. No matter what. 

He kissed your chin gently as he circled your clit with his fingertips. "God you're wet, Baby Girl. You like arguing with me? Makes me hot too." Although he didn't find this too surprising, he wasn't planning on fighting with you to get this reaction in the future. You needed to know you could trust him.

You just moaned and tipped your head back as Bradley slipped a finger inside you. 

"I want you here, Sweetheart. I'll apologize to everyone if you want me to. Even Kyle. And you can have them all over again, too. You can do anything you want."

"Bradley," you whined. He slid your jeans down your legs, followed by your underwear. Then he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down a bit until his hard length was free. 

"Baby Girl, you gotta stay here with me. I need you," he whispered as he pushed his cock into your wetness and bottomed out. "Oh, fuck." He let himself go; if you wanted him to show you he wanted you here, then he would do just that. He fucked you hard, gently peppering your face with kisses.

Soon you were a whining, needy mess under him, squeezing his entire length as he started fucking you slowly. You felt so good, you always felt like this. He couldn't believe he'd yelled at you. "Sweetheart, I love you. Tell me what you need."

You chewed on your lip glancing down to where his body connected with yours. "You better make me come," you told him, grabbing his shoulders and guiding his mouth back down to yours.

He would do that. He absolutely would. He kissed you sweetly, pulling one leg up over his hip. Then he fucked you into the couch cushions, bracing one foot on the floor. He fucked you hard and fast until you were close, then he brushed his fingers gently across your clit. He slowed his pace down and kissed your neck. He could feel your pussy squeeze him tighter as your orgasm started and your moans got louder.

"I'll make you come all the time in our house. Just say you'll stay with me," he whispered next to your ear. You whined as you came, grabbing at his shirt and his neck. 

"I'll stay," you gasped, and Bradley let himself tumble over the edge with you.

A few minutes later, you started stirring beneath him, his cock still inside you. He lifted his head from the crook of your pretty neck and looked at your flushed face and puffy lips. "I'm sorry I was such a jerk today. I honestly thought you knew how stressed out I've been feeling about moving in here and getting everything ready. I should have made it clear that I only wanted a few people to come over."

"I'll be more explicit next time, Roo. I promise. Now do you believe me that I didn't invite Kyle?"

"Yes, I believe you."

"You can understand why I didn't want to turn someone away?"

"Yes, of course. I'm an idiot."

"Will you stop acting like a baby?"

"Yes, I will."

"And did you get this all out of your system? I don't want to see you like this again."

"I hear you, Baby Girl. No more."

You pushed his weight off of you and he stood, quickly pulling you to your feet as well. "Come eat some pie with me," you murmured as you pulled him into the dining room.

Bradley watched his cum drip down your legs and swore to himself he wasn't going to fuck this up. He loved you too much.

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How about James teaching his crush!reader how to ride a broomstick because he wants to help overcome her fear of heights? (he’s so in love, he’ll do anything for her)

thank you sm for requesting lovely!! hope you enjoy :)

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James is standing a few short paces from you, an encouraging smile on his face, arms outstretched and urging you forwards.

It's not helping.

He's trying. Bless him, he's trying. But it's not helping. Your hands are shaking and your legs feel like jelly as you stand with his broom between your legs and what you hope is a determined look on your face. You really couldn't stand if he knew just how nervous you actually are. What you're supposed to do is hover mere centimetres off the ground and fly the incredibly short distance towards him, but what you feel like doing is abandoning all hope, calling it a day, and high tailing it back to the castle.

It's ironic, really, these feelings you have for a boy who is so well versed in flying and yet, the mere idea of sitting on a broom makes you nauseous. Sure, there's more to James than flying. He's kind and thoughtful, he's so pretty it almost hurts to look at, and while he can be arrogant and crass sometimes, he's got a heart of gold, and is probably one of the most genuine people you've ever met. You don't know many people who would give up their afternoon in Hogsmeade to help you overcome a silly fear like flying. But ultimately, he's Hogwarts' elected Quidditch King and the idea of letting him down feels utterly overwhelming. You know he won't care either way - he's James, after all - but you care.

He always makes such an effort with your interests, reading, drawing, he even spends time with you in the green houses on a Wednesday night as you tend to the abnormal plants he knows nothing about, other than that you've singlehandedly brought most of them back from the brink of death on sheer determination and care.

The fear claws at your throat like a dull ache, your heart hammering against your rib cage. But James is there, kind eyes and encouraging words, and you feel like maybe this will be possible.

James urges you forward gently, encouragingly, a kind smile on his lips that makes you believe you might actually be capable. With a shaky breath, you go over the rehearsed check list in your head; hands tight, legs firm, kick off, lean forward, breathe normal.

The broom seems to lift off on its own accord - James' own broom is better than the Hogwarts assigned brooms - and it carries you safely, albeit a little quickly to James. He's there, like he said he would be, holding you by the shoulders and bringing the broom to a halt. He's smiling something breathtaking and it makes you smile, too, despite the fact that your tiptoes are barely touching the ground.

"Told you you could do it." His voice is filled with affection, sweet like honey and it warms your chest.

He's so lovely. It's dizzying, almost.

"I think I might be sick." You tell him honestly.

He chuckles. Not at you, never at you, but at your delivery, your shaky legs as he helps you back onto solid ground. It'd taken you an hour to even sit on the broom and James knows you've probably missed lunch, by now. He looks to the sky, head tilted up so you can see the planes of his throat more clearly. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, assessing the grey storm clouds rolling towards the pitch. He frowns, and you do, too. The approaching storm means your time together is over.

"How about this time, I fly, you hold on?" James suggests, desperate to find a way to keep you close to him, "That way you can get used to the height without worrying about being in control of the broom."

His hand is on your shoulder, thumb brushing the juncture of your neck and it's really hard to be worried about your fear of falling to your death via Nimbus 2000 when James is touching you so softly, so affectionately. It steals the breath from your lungs, imaginary birds swirling around the crown of your head like some sort of cartoon. All you can do is stare dazedly at him, lips parted.

Surely he knows how he affects you. Surely he's put the pieces together. Everyone knows you hate flying, you've never had any willingness to learn. Even the flight lesson professor had dismissed you from any and all classes, tired of having the same argument every week. James must know there's a reason you've agreed to such an activity on a random Saturday in November.

His eyes are full of warmth as he looks down at you, lips upturned just slightly as he pulls his broom from between your fingers with his free hand. His thumb presses your pulse point as a reminder to his question, eyes full of something you can't read, and you find yourself nodding. The opportunity to hold onto James, to place your head on his shoulder and your arms around his waist, to smell the bergamot sweet cologne he's wearing up close, it's all too tempting, and you find yourself agreeing, climbing onto the back of his broom.

"Hold on, love, okay? I promise you're safe, but we can stop at any time." James mumbles, his right hand warm and soft as he squeezes at yours placed firmly over his stomach.

He's toned through his woollen jumper, and that's just something you don't want to think about too hard.

James kicks off softly, at first, flying in slow circles around the pitch and slowly increasing his height each time. He talks you through it all, voice soft and comforting, but assuring in your safety. You've never felt so safe on a broom before. Maybe it's James, maybe it's just that he's such a steady flier. Maybe it's the way he's steering with one hand, the other laced through one of yours, firm and strong, keeping you tethered to him.

The wind is biting and cold, so you hide your face in the planes of his back against soft wool and breathe him in. It's comforting, warming, it makes you smile.

You refuse to look down, still, refuse to move an inch, refuse to actually pay attention as James explains how leaning one way or the other is beneficial, how leaning forwards and backwards isn't always the best way to control speed. His voice drones on in your ear as you become engulfed by him, feeling safe and in control, even fifty feet in the air. You know James will stop whenever you ask, so when the wind becomes too much, your cheeks and nose sufficiently numb, and the broom begins to jump like airplane turbulence because of the wind, you do ask.

Your legs feel wobbly back on solid ground, but James' hands on your waist are steadying. His face is bright with happiness, fond with pride. It makes your heart swell and your cheeks flush a deeper crimson.

"Thank you," You whisper, fingers toying with the hem of his jumper, "For keeping me safe."

James' smile grows impossibly wider, impossibly fonder, "Always, lovie."

You groan at the pet name, one he knows makes you flushed and embarrassed.

"Thanks for pretending to be interested in learning to fly just to appease me." James' voice is cheeky, his hands squeezing teasingly at your waist and you guffaw.

"I wasn't pretending!"

"Please," James rolls his eyes in amusement, "We both know the only reason you got on that broom is because I was looking at you like I wanted to kiss you and it was distracting."

So he does know. James is always flirty, always very bold and confident where you lack in that department. It's fine, in his eyes, he can flirt enough for the both of you.

"And did you?" You ask, channelling the final dregs of braveness in you for today.

James laughs, surprised by your boldness, "I did."

"So do it."

And he does. It's soft and sweet and everything you never imagined kissing James Potter would be. Sure, he's a kind boy, gentle with you always, but he's a massive flirt, and you'd always assumed he'd kiss like one. But this is better. So much better.

He pulls you close, a hand on your jaw and his lips moving in slow, languid kisses, breath warm as it fans over your face. He tastes like Sirius' mint lip balm concoction - the sure fire way to make sure my Moons always wants a snog - and coffee from breakfast. He's strong and firm as he stands there, allowing you to lean into him fully.

The kiss only lasts a handful of seconds, but it leaves you short of breath, your cheeks appled out from the sheer force of your smile.

"So," James speaks softly, tucking a fallen piece of hair behind your ear, "Flying, have I changed your mind?"

You laugh, leaning further into his sturdy chest, "If you kiss me like that every time I get off a broom then yes, Jamie, you've changed my mind."

[ohtobeleah]

Best Worst Christmas // Jake Seresin

Summary: After some life altering news. You confide in Hangman which leads you to ticking off something incredibly important on your bucket list.

Warnings: Terminal illness. Mentions of death. Dark humour. Jake Seresin x Reader. Angst & fluff—Jake being just the best version of himself.

Word Count: 4.8k

Author Note: TRUST ME TO DO THIS. Because we can’t have anything nice here. Even at Christmas time. Got this idea from Bianca’s story line from Shameless. Not your typical happy go lucky Christmas fic.

Slow motion. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. From the way Bob brought the lip of his glass of lemonade up to his mouth to hide his infectious smile to the way Bradley twirled Phoenix under his arm and pulled her into his side. Dancing to whatever song had been blaring from the jukebox. 

Slow. Slow and silent. You couldn't hear a single thing beside the high pitched ringing in your ears that sounded like just the right pitch to break the glass of the windows out front. No laughter, no music, no mundane chatter from other patrons littering the Hard Deck on this oh so average Friday afternoon. 

Except there was nothing average about being told just forty five minutes ago that you were dying. Merry Fucking Chrismas. 

“I'm sorry, Payback.” You shook your head softly as you blinked a few times, the ringing in your ears clearing as everything seemed to come back into real time, sound and all. “What did you say?” 

“I said you don't look so good, Jake mentioned you left early for a doctor appointment off base, you good?” 

“What is Hangman doing with my name in his mouth?” You spat before you took what was left of your beer into your mouth, skulling the burnt amber liquid like there was no tomorrow. For you there really wasn't all that much time left. Paying attention to how your liver processed alcoholic beverages had become an afterthought. “But yeah, I uh– I did.” 

“Something any of us should be worried about?” Payback had always been a kind and gentle soul. You envied his passion for all things Christmas. His ugly Christmas sweater told you everything that you needed to know, his was down bad for the holiday season. “Nut?” 

“Everything’s just peachy keen Fitch, you don't gotta worry about me.” You tried your best to hide the ever mounting pressure you felt in your chest through a pained smile and soft gaze. “But–” You held your empty glass up as you twirled around on the barstool you'd been sitting on. “I'm tapped so I'm gonna grab another beer and then you and I are gonna have a game of pool once shit for brains is finished showboating.” Reuben followed where your eyeline had evidently landed and low and behold there stood none other than Jake Seresin, claiming his title as undefeated pool champion with a grin so prominent on his face it made you feel sick to your stomach. “Be right back.” 

You slid off the stool and fixed the ‘Christmas’ dress that had been sticking to the back of your thighs. It wasn't anything special, just a red mid length dress that fit the Christmas attire that had been mandated but Reuben Fitch himself. Head and only member of the party planning committee. It wasn't anything special, but at least the dress was red, right? 

You'd been excited for the staff Christmas party for months up until the moment your doctor had sat you down and handed you a one way ticket to the afterlife. You thought maybe the reason you'd been feeling so unwell over the last few weeks had been an imbalance in your birth control or a shift in seasons or just something, anything other than what your final prognosis had ended up being. 

“What can I get you Nut?” Penny asked when she saw you leaning against the bar, card in hand, swinging on the barstool. “The usual?” 

“Uh can I get a double Jamison please Pen, on the rocks if you could.” Penny got to work fixing up your order as Jake slipped in beside you. Not turning his head in your direction as he fished his wallet out from the back of his jeans as he sat. The stupid matching Chrismas shirt he wore with Bradley looked ridiculous on him. Only Bradley Bradshaw could pull off a Christmas themed Hawaiian shirt. It wasn't Hangman's usual attire, it looked idiodic on him in the best way possible. 

“Another beer if you can Penny, extra tenner on the bar for you too.” Jake was, if anything, a charmer at heart. But despite his ability to smooth talk his way out of any situation and into anyone that had a hole he could put it in, you couldn't stand him. “You seem even more shrewd than usual this afternoon there Nut, not feeling the Christmas cheer?” and he couldn't stand you either. Or so you both led on. 

“Bit me.” Penny slid you the class, brown bourbon had never tasted so good before as you downed the double shot you ordered before slamming the glass back down. It wasn't the best move you could have made because the second you swallowed? Your stomach churned. “I gotta go.” You were quick for a woman who could barely walk in heels, racing towards the nearest exit without so much as causing a scene. Leaving Jake in your dust as he almost gave himself whiplash trying to crain his head fast enough to keep up.

“Wait, hold on the parties just getting started?” Jake took the beer bottle from Penny, being gentleman enough to say a quick thankyou her way before making a dash after you towards the front door. “Nwet hold on!” Your call sign had you as the Goddess of the sky. The name originating from Egyptian Mythology, but for some reason or another that had been shortened even further. Everyone just called you Nut for short. 

“Not now Hangman, I’m serious I’m not fee–” You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence before you were throwing up the contents of your stomach in the nearest pot plant on the front deck. Down on your knees as your hands gripped at the ceramic. Coughing and splattering as Jake put his beer down on the railing and balled your hair into his first to keep it from falling into the backsplash. 

“Alright, I'm cutting you off killer, how much have you had to drink?” Jake crouched down beside you as you sat back on your heels, whipping your mouth on your forearm. “You good?” 

“Get me another drink and I'll be even better.” You had heard loud and clear what Jake had said but just chose to ignore it. You didn't have much choice anymore. Jake just looked at you like you were on another planet. His eyes wide as his mouth fell slightly open in shock. There weren't many people who could render Jake Seresin speechless–but you always seemed to manage. 

It was the same look he gave you whenever you'd get into a heated argument over training sessions or whenever you’d go head to head in another one of your PTI’s latest workouts. The same look he gave you when you said you were fine when you had to miss the last few days of flight training, the same look he gave you when he found you making your doctor's appointment in the rec room between his runs. He looked at you like you hung the stars in the night sky just for him and once he’d finished admiring them you'd knock them out of the sky just to watch them shatter before him. Unpredictable and oh so beautiful. 

“Uh, no–I'm not gonna get you another drink when you're throwing up in Pennys plants.” 

“It's not the alcoholic, Jake.” You sighed out in response as you pressed your palm to your forehead. 

“It most definitely is I can smell it on yo–” You didn't know why, out of all the people you could have told first. Your Parents, Your Commanding Officers, any of your colleagues that seemed more and more like family every day, you chose Jake fucking Seresin to drop the biggest life ending bomb on. The worst Christmas Present ever. Deep deep down you knew exactly why. But there was no time left to figure it out now. 

“Jake it's not the Alcohol.” You cut him off, shutting your eyes as tight as you could because you couldn't look at him when you told him. “It's cancer.” 

“What?” When you opened your eyes again Jake's expression had softened to something you’d never seen before. “What do you mean it's cancer?” This couldn't really be happening could it? You wouldn't be cruel enough to play such a sick joke on him. But with the way you were looking at him right now? Jake felt his heart collapse into his stomach. The love of his life had cancer? “What do you mean by cancer Y/n?” Jake repeated as he brushed your hair away from your shoulder. “You aren’t being serious right now are you?” You didn’t respond right away because you were stunned at the saddened and stunned look Hangman had been stricken by.

“What I mean by cancer is that I have a shelf life.” You tried to make the moment a little more lighthearted. “A cosmic fuck you when you were just getting started huh.” It was the hardest thing you'd ever done, to sit in front of the man you loved to hate and hated to love and tell him you were dying. You hadn’t even had a chance to see what you could have been. You'd both been too caught up playing the long con that you'd wasted whatever time you had. 

“What's the uh–?” Jake didn't know how to ask as he stood with you and moved over to the nearest table that was clear and free. “What's the prognosis?” 

“Stage three Pancreatic–well basically stage four but—” Silence fell as Jake sat beside you completely stunned. His mind was running a million miles an hour, thinking of all the times you’d smiled at him. Beamed his way whenever he taunted you or teased you for something stupid and meaningless. You took everything like a champ because you could dish it out in return. He’d learnt to expect an elbow to the ribs whenever you had this one particular look in your eye. 

“And what's the going rate for stage three?” Jake wanted to hear you say at least something promising, but that wasn’t the case at all.

“Two Percent, Doc said even that was being generous.” His heart stopped for a moment. This wasn’t happening, not to you. Not to the one woman he had ever loved.

“Okay but what about chemo? What about other treatments that could surely raise that number up right?” 

“Oh, I ah–I don't wanna do any treatment.” That knocked the wind right out of Jake, he felt like he couldn't breathe. Like the entire world had just been knocked out from under his feet. “I saw what it did to my friend's mother Cathy, she spent whatever time she had left being pumped full of poison, because of it she became so weak she couldn't enjoy the things she could have been while she still had time.” 

“You can't not try Y/n.” Jake had moved as close to you as he possibly could. So much so it was easy enough for you to accept your own mortality with your head resting gently on his shoulder. “It's probably really selfish of me to say this but I'm not ready to just let you go.” 

“Please, spare me the hallmark card sympathies Seresin.” Scoffing, you took the beer bottle Jake had been sipping infrequently on. Taking a gulp of the yeasty beverage. “I don't need you treating me any differently now that you know I'm practically worm food.” It was the way Jake looked at you like he couldn't believe what you had just said. Did you expect him not to laugh or something? Strifally back a laugh so pure Jake waited for you to crack first, the symphony of highs and lows that sounded like the most prim and proper orchestra surrounded him as you laughed with him. 

“When did you find out? You seem to be dealing with the inevitability of it all well.” 

“About fifty minutes before I told you.” The smile had been whipped clean from Jake's face once again. The laughter that had just filled the atmosphere around you both now replaced with silence so heavy you were sure you had just been buried alive. “I haven't told anyone, and I wasn't planning to either.” 

Although you and Jake pretended most days to loathe each other's existence, there was no real animosity there. It was simply a childish act. Your mother had told you at an early age that boys who pulled your pony tail on the playground at school must have liked you. So you learnt play rough too, showing your affection by taunting and teasing between lingering eyes and daydreams of what it would be like to be with Jake as more than just whatever the fuck you were. 

“Why did you tell me? I mean I thought I would have been the last person on earth you would have spilled your darkest secrets to.” Jake felt nothing but content when you let your head fall back to his shoulder. He decided this time though to wrap a comforting arm around you—drawing you further into his side. 

“Believe it or not you were the first person who came to mind when I was told.” You'd thought about what Jake would say. If he’d even say anything at all when he found out, if he’d change the way he treated you or if there would be a small part of him that would be relieved that you wouldn't be around to annoy him anymore or challenge him whenever he thought he was better than you. “I thought maybe you’d be a good person to tell because you wouldnt look at me like I was weak.” 

“If there’s one thing you are, it's not weak.” Jake shook his head as he finished the remains of his beer. Standing as he offered you a hand. “Come on, we’re getting out of here.” 

“What? Where are we going?” You didn’t protest all that much—knowing what Jake had in mind was probably better than wallowing in self pity. You took his hand gracefully as he guided you to stand, meeting his gaze yet again. 

“We’re gonna go back to your place—“ 

“Oh, as if you would.” You cracked a smile as Jake looked at you a little confused. “I’m dying Hangman, don’t get that confused with desperate.” It wasn’t that you wouldn’t, you would in a heartbeat—but the feeling you got from your back and forth taunting just made the prize all the more worth it. Jake just stood in front of you, eyes trailing from your gaze to your lips then back to

Your eyes. Committing every last detail of your face to his long term memory. 

“I didn’t mean it like that, but we’re going back to yours.” 

“I told Payback I’d play a game of pool with him.” You explained as you tried to push past Jake, all he did was grip your wrist, stopping you from getting any further away from him. “Jesus Christ Jake what has gotten into you?” You stood there questioning his sudden need to be overbearing. 

“You just told me you have terminal cancer and you’re asking me what’s gotten into me! Jesus Y/n.” Jake let go of your wrist as he ran his hands through his hair, extinguishing a frustrated sigh as he looked anywhere but directly at you when he let his guard down. Nothing good ever came with Jake Seresin let his guard down, so he didn’t do it all that often. “I was just told the woman I’ve been obsessed with for the last year is dying and there’s literally not a single thing that I can do to stop it!” You let your walls down almost instantly at the confirmation, softening your shoulders and letting yourself just enjoy the satisfaction of the moment you thought would never come. Jake knew you were thinking—he could practically see the cogs turning in your head as you stood before him smirking a bashful smile. Suddenly doe eyed and willing to step a little closer. “What?” Jake scoffed as his lips curled into a smile that matched yours. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“So you’re obsessed with me huh?” 

“That’s your take on this whole situation?” 

“Oh yeah—“ Wrapping your arms around the back of Jake's neck you drew him all the more closer as his hands instinctively went to your hips. “Because I didn’t have to admit that I’m obsessed with you first.” You really didn’t give him a second to respond with some witty remark on how he was just saying it because he felt sorry for you—instead you let your lips press against Jakes softly. Testing the waters before diving into the deep end. Pulling back as you slowly opened your eyes. “It’s not fair of me to ask you to love me, especially knowing what you know—“ It was Jake's turn to cut you off before you could try and talk him out of spending whatever time you had left right by your side. His lips connected with yours as his hands came up to cup your cheeks as your tongue danced with his. Savoring every second because you’d always wondered what type of kisser Jake Seresin was. The answer? He knew what he was doing. 

“Doesn’t mean I won’t.” Pulling away momentarily Jake tan the pads of his thumbs across your flushed cheeks. “How long?” Jake didn’t really want to know the answer but he knew deep down it wouldn’t be long. 

“Anywhere between six months to a year.” It broke your heart the way Jake dropped his chin slightly at the realisation. “Depends on my lifestyle.” 

“Then I’m gonna be by your side for the next six to twelve months.” Jake promised as he held his hand up to wrap his pinky with yours. “Till the end of the line.” 

***~***~***~***~***~

Not a single person had seen you or Jake leave the Hard Deck unannounced. Payback had texted you a few times before you decided enough was enough and sent him a quick message saying you were with Jake before placing your phone on do not disturb. 

“Okay so you’re sure this one has the built in lighting?” Jake asked just one more time as you both stood back and looked at the piles of broken down Christmas tree that you’d sectioned into piles on your living room floor. 

“For the millionth time, yes—“ You’d leant Jake a pair of your ex’s old sweatpants that you’d forgotten you had until he was long gone. They fit snug, but well. In true Hangman style though? He was parading around your house, shirtless. Sweats hanging low leaving very little to the imagination. 

“Okay well, let’s start by fanning these prongs out before we attach anything to the trunk.” You’d changed into your Christmas pajamas—a cartoon version of the grinch saying it’s about to get naughty right across your chest. Jake had thought your house would be full of Christmas decorations by now—always the life of every holiday season. But when he stepped through the threshold and saw you hadn’t been bothered he knew that had to change. 

Especially if there was a possibility this could be your last Christmas. 

“You got your tree up yet?” You asked as soft melodies of Christmas songs played from your speaker, filling the living room as you and Jake sat on the ground amongst a sea of fake Christmas tree. Jake nodded softly as he worked to fluff out the prongs. 

“Yep, had it delivered the first of November—got a real one this year.” 

“Yeah you would be the type of person to have a real tree wouldn’t you.” It’s not that you had anything against it, it’s just that a real tree always seemed like so much work. “But if I get the chance to see next Christmas, I’ll get a real one.” 

“We can go Christmas tree shopping, new ornaments and all.” Jake offered as his pile grew a little faster then yours. “How come you hadn’t put your tree up yet?” He asked, perplexed. “You’re always drowning on about how the holidays are your favourite time of year.” You didn’t answer right away, you were going to make up some lame excuse but then you remembered Jake Seresin was the o my other person besides you general practitioner that knew you were dying. You could tell him. 

“I just haven’t really had the energy to.” 

“The cancers the reason you haven’t been flying as much isn’t it?” 

“Yep.” You popped your lips at the P. “Probably won’t be too long now before I’m stuck behind some desk in the admin building doing some mundane Johnny pencil pusher projects.” Sighing, you reached for another set of prongs. “Even a swivel chair will eventually make me gag—I don't know how much longer I’ll be able to withstand G’s and barrel roll.” 

“Well damn Nut, who’s gonna keep the top of my head from popping off?” Jake teased as he came to sit beside you, leaning back on the couch as he legs fell either side of you. Your back to his chest as he took the prongs you were working on from your hands and finished it himself. “You’ve always kept my ego from inflating.” 

“God help the crew when I’m dead and gone.” You chuckled softly as you left your sink into Jake's embrace. “You’ll just have to remember who’s the goddess of the sky, I’ll still be around to kick your ass.” 

“Oh yeah? How are you gonna manage that killer?” 

“I’ll wiggle your ear whenever you do something stupid.” You grinned, reaching up and around to wiggle Jake's earlobe. “Like that, whoever you get a little too hot headed, you’ll feel me.” 

“Deal.” Jake smiled softly as he kissed your shoulder from behind. “Now, while I’ll sit here fanning these things out, why don’t you make a list of all the things you wanna do between the next six to twelve months?” 

“Like a bucket list?” You asked softly as you lulled your head back to catch the glint in Jake's eyes. 

“Exactly, whatever you wanna do, I’ll help you do it.” You really couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Settling back against Jake you started listing off things in your notes app. 

“I wanna get a tattoo, something stupid but meaningful—maybe even just something funny.” You’d end up getting a matching tattoo with Jake a few weeks later. Both in the same spot, on your tricep just above your elbow. Two hands pinky promising—till the end of the line written in calligraphy.

“Solid plan, I approve, what else Nut?” Jake reached for another pile to fluff up, almost having made his way through all the pieces. 

“I wanna skinny dip at the beach, at night, or even when the suns just starting to set.” Jake takes you. You both strip down and race towards the waters edge. You wrestle and fight until you're hooking your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. Kissing him like you’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain. His hands hold you up by your ass—and you squeal when a rogue wave knocks you both down. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” 

“Shameless Y/l/n, but deal—what’s next.” You add about six different things onto your list, telling Jake every single one as you both stand to place all the pieces of your tree together. Deciding that you were both committing to the entire project together. Making a trip into your garage for the ornaments. 

“Maybe I should have a threesome?” You held the ladder at the bottom of your manhole Jake had climbed up into to fetch the seasonal box. “Yeah, never had one of those before but maybe it’s worth checking out.” 

“Two guys or one guy and one girl?” Jake handed you the box before he jumped down with a soft thud. “Or you and two girls?” You just raised a brow in response. “Hey—“ Jake was quick to hold his hands up in surrender. “I dunno what your sexual preferences are! I’m just being inclusive.” He sent you his signature shit eating grin. “But uh, pencil me down for whatever you decide.” 

“You wouldn’t be included in the girl on girl fantasy.” You gained back as Jake took the box back from you, walking side by side down the hall back to your living room. 

“But you’re saying there’s a chance I’d be included in the other two choices.” You never do end up having a threesome, it never actually makes the list. “Can’t say I haven’t dreamed of that a few times.” 

“Really? Funny that, I had a dream that I dropped you down a well just the other night.” You didn’t even look Jake's way as you fished out a few ornaments and started hanging them on the tree. Jake followed curiously. “And get here you are dreaming of having sex with me?” 

“I definitely like my dream a lot better—“ You couldn’t hold back your laugh as you shook your head, turning on your heels to fetch more ornaments. 

“I’m not having sex with you Hungman.” Jake raised his eyebrows in response to what you’d called him over your shoulder. “Isn't that what they all call you?” 

“Seems a little rude, and also short sighted.” He was quick to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, kissing your neck as you tried to pull away. Secretly enjoying the affection you could have been experiencing for a whole year before now. “Add it to your list.” 

“I’ll reluctantly add it to my list.” It didn’t take you and Jake all that much time to finish decorating your Christmas tree. Stepping back to admire your work, you turned on the lights and dimmed down your overheads. Jake held his fist out for your to fist bump before he drew you into his side. You had told Jake you’d add to fuck him onto you bucket list—he even watch your write something down into your notes. But it wasn’t that. No—it was something much better. 

“Best worst Christmas ever, don’t you think Nut?”

“Best worst Christmas ever Hangman.” Turning into Jake you kissed him once again, only for a fleeting moment. “Thankyou for this, just being here—I felt like I was drowning at the bar.”

“Like I said, till the end of the line.” Kissing the top of your head, you asked Jake to say the night, it was the first time Jake Seresin had slept in the same bed as a woman and he didn’t fuck her. All he did was hold you till you fell sleep—and that’s when for only a few brief moments he let himself cry. He loved you, truly. 

***~***~***~***~***~***

Eighteen Months Later //

“Are you thick or are you fucking stupid Rooster!?” Jake barked as he walked down the tarmac towards his wingman. “I said break right and follow back and under—talley two at five o’clock low means exactly that!” Jake was seeing red. “Do you wanna get yourself killed in a real fight?” 

“Ease up, we’re alive and we still have the fastest time on the leaderboard—Coyote, Payback and Fanboy are nowhere near us.”

“That’s not the point, Bradshaw! You just didn’t fucking think!” Jake was seething, his face was red and if Bradley looked close enough? He swore he could see steam coming out of Jake's ears. “Something’s gotta be in there—it can’t just be air in that thick—“ Before Jake could finish, he felt a tugging sensation on his left earlobe. Shutting up instantly as he reached up to tug at the phantom sensation. 

“Nut got your ear?” Bradley asked as he tapped Hangman on the shoulder, Bradley had been the one Jake confided in when you finally passed on. He didn’t believe in the afterlife until he couldn’t let you go. “Mum used to say dad would whistle around the house, she’d smell his cologne too.” Bradley caught the sun catching on Jake's wedding band. You’d both decided fuck it one night and high tailed it to a Vagas to get hitched. “She’s probably trying to tell you to stop yelling at me!” 

Christmas had long passed and Jake still had his dead tree up. Something about taking it down meant saying goodbye and he wasn’t ready to do that. You’d only just managed to make it to new years before deciding you just couldn’t do it anymore. But you were wrapped to have two best worst Christmas’s under your belt. 

Jake held you close till you took your last breath, you weren’t in some hospital somewhere hooked up to all sorts of machines. No. You were down by the ocean, in Jake's arms. Talking about how you were so thankful to have completed everything on your lift. The final one being the most important. 

“Here—“ Jake remembers you saying softly as you handed him a letter. “I wrote them down so you’ll never forget everything you did for me.” 

Jake scanned the page of about fifteen different things you had done together, the last one though he never knew you wrote. He couldn’t help himself as he held you a little tighter, a little closer. He framed the letter and placed it on his bedside table—The tick next to number fifteen his favourite thing of all. 

Number 15: Know what it’s like to fall in love on the worst, best Christmas ever.

[joenotexotic99]

Idk if you're still making this, but I want to let you know that we're waiting for BoB Lovetropes p2. My suggestions: Toye, Eugene, Malarkey, Guarnere, Luz, Sobel. Hope you're doing okay <3

A/n: I've been dealing with some stuff lately and now finally have a little time to catch up on old stuff. I also want to apologize anon I couldn't bring myself to soble. Sorry couldn't do it.

-Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of language, got wayyy to carried away with malarkey’s, oops. Might have to turn that into its own thing, if it's not already. Luz is slightly spicy, nothing crazy but you cant miss it.-

Masterlist

Joe Toye

-grumpy vs sunshine trope. Omggggg, the idea of this has me kicking my feet and giggling. Joe Toye is rough around the edges, tough skin. You on the other hand have always been the positive one, keeping the people around you spirits high. Being an optimist of sorts. Maybe not cheerful but you could definitely make someone's day. Yet behind his grumpy facade, he can't help but notice your unwavering optimism. He wasn't opposed to love; he just never expected to be swept off his feet so quickly by one person. Your personality was anything but the same. Never in a million years did he think he was going to fall in love with a bright and shiny person, which was the exact reason why he loved you so much. You two were like night and day. You were the beacon of light in all the darkness. I feel like Toye would also be super protective over you. Kinda the same vibe as liebgott. But that's for another time. 

“Is that a smile I see on your face toye?” “I'm one lucky bastard you realize that?”

Eugene roe

-office romance/forced proximity. I didn't exactly know what to call this one. Both you and roe are easy company medics. Gene from the start, harbord a crush on you. And mean big time crush. Thinking about you he got butterflies in his stomach. You both spent significant time together. Typically the only times you were separated is when you were attending to fellow paratroopers. Bastogne was a turning point. You were in a jeep headed to the church, your hand and a cloth being the soul thing keeping a man alive. You almost made it before the church burst into flames. When Gene heard what happened he got the first ride possible to bastogne. When he saw you, hand now on a clearly dead man, he took you into his arms. He brought you back to the Adrennes forest. As usual you spent the night in genes fox hole the only difference was you both saw what was right in front of you for the first time and kissed. It wasn't until Austria where he gave you a promise ring where he promised to spend and devote the rest of his life with you.

“you make me the happiest man you know that y/n?”

“Tell me that again at our wedding”

Donald Malarkey 

-friends to lovers? Maybe a sprinkle of enemies to lovers?? I don't know but here me out. So you join the paratroopers as a female, the reason you got in was from connections in the army. Seeing how even if you are the most talented female there is, it's still the 40s here. I wouldn't think that the Toccoa men would flat out bully you, but would more just not believe in you. Probably leave you out of a lot of things. Kind of just pretend you weren't there. But not malarkey. He saw something in you that the rest didn't. Honestly he was shocked to see how they treated you. You were the best paratrooper there was in this company. You stood your ground. You met and exceeded in all categories. Passed each test with flying colors. You also were able to do it with the most incredible smile. As much as you disliked it, he stood up for you. Complimented and congratulated you when you did well. You really liked him. He was cute, kind, and not a douche wad. But sadly, most guys here if they weren't mean, they were trying to get Into your pants. As much as you wouldn't mind that with malarkey, you weren't here for that. One day in Aldbourne England you had enough. You weren't going to get swooned into bed and he had to know it. When you had a spare moment you grabbed him and pulled him aside and told him to stop. He was bewildered that this is how you perceived him. He explained to you that was not his intention. You could hear the sincerity of his voice. He meant it. This was the start of your friendship. You both were like a thing but not? Kinda a situationship. But it wasn't official until Haguenau. The effects of war painted across your faces. In one of the houses you laid in one of the beds, trying for the hundredth time to get some rest to no avail. He came and found you. There was little and a lot to say. Instead he kissed you. The past two years of friendship melted instantly into a lifetime of love. 

“god i've wanted you to do that for a long time”

“What happened to ‘I'm not here for a relationship’?”

“shut the fuck up and kiss me again would ya”

William Guarnere

-Enemies to lovers. Come on, this is so perfect. Guarnere is a natural bully. He bullies everybody all the time, but you? He loves bullying you. He always has an insult special for you up his sleeve. However, that's a lie. He hates it to his core. You are the sweetest person ever. All he wants to do is not bully you. He's somewhere in the middle of liebgott and Speers. He doesn't want to be seen as weak. He has this demnor he feels the need to uphold and that everybody around him expects. Not some ooey gooey man. Even though if he could he'd probably worship you. You were perfect in his eyes. He hates himself more and more but the more he digs himself into this hole the harder it is for him to get out. He finally cracks when someone else makes a particular mean stab at you one day at a bar in holland. He can hate himself all he fucking wants for bullying you. But somebody else is doing it? Hurting you? Not going to happen. He breaks his nose, jaw, maybe a rib or two, black eye and busted lip, all before he could get ripped off this guy. You get wind of this later. Within minutes you're confronting him. Before he shuts you up with a kiss.

“I thought you hated me”

“Hate you? No, For fuckes sake sweetheart, I'm in love with you”

George Luz

-meet cute. You originally met just before you signed up to be paratroopers. And I mean just before. You were getting blood work done to test how fit you were to fight.  As you waited in the lobby to fill out paperwork, you went to reach for your pen. That's when you realized it wasn't there. It just so happens that a very cute guy next to you had an extra with him. You quickly filled the paper and exchanged names and conversations. On the way home you couldn't get him out of your head. So couldn't he. Later when you were assigned to easy company you found the one and only George luz. The same extremely handsome guy at the clinic. He immediately recognized you. How could he not? Your face and laugh had been at the front of his thoughts a lot lately. You tried to keep both of your composure during Toccoa seeing how you didn't want to get into any trouble. But that all fell apart after one weekend with a pass and some alcohol. Kisses were shared, clothes were shed and hands roamed. After that night you made it official. Luz also started writing his vows.

“you know I've never felt this way before”

“What the sex or me? Because If it wasn't the sex let me know so we can go again”

“both luz, but I can't turn that offer down now can I”

[kitten4sannie]

𝐂𝐡. 𝟐: 𝐑 𝐔 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞?

ch 1

Ex Boyfriend! Wooyoung x Fem! Reader

Genre: gratuitous smut, angst

Summary: After having a pleasant night out with your friend, seeing Wooyoung's name pop up on your phone almost made you scream. You knew that even if you had ignored his call, he would just keep calling you back, so you gave in — just like every other time.

W.C: 6.5k (could be longer cuz I didn't check when I edited it lol)

Warnings: exes with benefits, switch! Wooyoung (yes you read that right 🥵), switch! reader, weed use, Wooyoung's still a dick, toxicity, lots of swearing, there are feelings involved (that's as descriptive as i'll get ;;), name calling, degradation, use of the word "baby", ownership kink, filthy dialogue, spit play, messy blowjob, deep throating, brief cum play, face riding, manhandling, rough/passionate (unprotected) sex, choking, multiple positions, kissing, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie

A/N: writing this one out just really hit different fsr and now i'm kinda sad that this is the...end?? maybe? who knows i might have some more ideas up my sleeve :] but i hope you all enjoy 🖤💔

p.s: take a tiny sip of water every time Wooyoung or y/n say “fuck/fucking” and you’ll be incredibly hydrated 💕

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"Byeee, get home safe!" you called out to your friend, watching as she opened her car door and craned her neck back to look at you, giving you a small smile and a peace sign. You repeated her actions, waiting for her to get into her car, before you followed suit.

Once you got situated inside your own car, you unlocked your phone to set up a queue of songs for your drive home, almost throwing it onto the dash when you saw Wooyoung's name pop up on your screen. "Awesome," you mumbled to yourself, bringing your thumb and index finger up to squeeze the bridge of your nose, sighing in dismay.

You saw there with your phone buzzing against your hand for a few seconds, ears zoning in on the sound of your heart racing inside your chest. "Fuck, okay." You leaned your head back against the headrest and reluctantly answered his call, snapping, "Let me guess. You want me to come over, right?" And you're not going to take no for an answer, are you?"

"Mm, you're already wound up all nice and tight for me, huh?" your ex returned in a low voice, unable to see the way you were gripping your thigh with your free hand. "I like that."

You let out an ‘augh’ sound, as if you were disgusted, making an attempt to bring him down a peg or two. “Of course you would. Your life must be really sad if you get turned on just by the thought of arguing with me.”

"Yours must be even worse since you're always willing to become an obedient little cumdump for me," he replied swiftly, chuckling when he didn't get a response, except for a small gasp on your end. "I'll see you soon, y/n."

Hearing Wooyoung simply hang up the call after what he had said should've made you mad, but it almost had the exact opposite effect on you — once again proving that the both of you were one and the same. Quietly ignoring the butterflies that were trying to escape your stomach, you pressed on a random song in your playlist and put your car in reverse, not even noticing when your lips curled into a small smile.

* * *

"Sup." You waved at Wooyoung from the doorway, kicking off your shoes and setting your bag down, then joining him on the couch.

"Hey," Wooyoung mumbled, not noticing how delayed his response was. "Took you long enough." He already looked high as hell, with red and glossy eyes, along with his voice coming out like he had just taken a tablespoon of sand.

"Uh-huh." Getting comfortable, you brought your foot underneath your opposite leg and leaned back into the cushion, smoothing out your skirt a bit and leisurely fixing the length of one of your kneesocks.

Wooyoung's gaze slowly traveled up and down your body, causing his Adam's apple to bob inside his throat. He unconsciously grabbed at the crotch of his joggers, his tongue just barely poking out of his mouth to swipe over his bottom lip. "Wow, you actually got dressed up this time. You look...good."

Despite being used to Wooyoung's 'compliments', his words still sought to get under your skin. However, you swallowed your annoyance down, for now, as you were far more interested in the way your ex was blatantly eye-fucking you. "Well, yeah, I had plans before this, but that's not even the point. You usually call me late at night, so do you really expect me to come over with a full face of makeup and a whole coordinated outfit, or what?"

While you had been talking, Wooyoung made the best use of his time, bringing his bong up to his lips and lighting it, idly glancing down at your thighs. He sucked inward for a while, then pulled the mouthpiece out, still inhaling, all while internally pondering how he should answer you. Once the vapor drifted out of his mouth, he shook his head, replying, "Nah, just like...put on some mascara or something."

You took the bong from him when he passed it to you, silently taking a hit and mulling over his words, unable to keep yourself from smirking once you had exhaled. "Why? So you can watch it run down my face when you're fucking my brains out?"

When you had motioned for him to take the bong back, his slender fingers settled on yours for a moment, not making an attempt to pull away. "Ideally, yeah," he nodded lazily, his brown eyes lingering on your glossy lips. "I want to cum all over that slutty face of yours, too...and make you all messy."

Feeling your body respond to what Wooyoung had done and said, you leaned closer to him, your shoulders touching. "You never get tired of doing that, do you?" you asked, setting the bong down on the floor, so that you could rest your hand on Wooyoung's thigh, your fingertips just barely reaching the inseam of his pants.

Chuckling softly, Wooyoung shook his head, casually grabbing your hand and moving it farther up his leg, until he went stiff upon hearing his phone vibrating against the armrest of the couch. He immediately reached for it and pressed on one of the multiple text notifications he had received. “Hold up.”

You looked down at his phone, your once inquisitive expression melting into one that could only be described as pure disgust. “Are you actually serious right now?” you scoffed in disbelief, watching as Wooyoung scrolled through some highly explicit nudes that some rando had sent to him.

“What? Don’t act like you’re not fucking around with other people. Jesus, y/n, get off your high horse.”

“High horse? Really? It’s not even about that! You just–…ugh…never mind.” You shook your head slightly, not having the energy to get into it with Wooyoung for the thousandth time.

Wooyoung let out an exasperated sigh, typing something back to the stranger and repositioning himself on the couch. “Give me a minute, okay? Just fill up another bowl and I’ll be done before you know it.”

“Fine, whatever,” you huffed, grabbing the grinder that was sitting on the cluttered coffee table and opening it, grumbling something rude under your breath.

“What was that?” Wooyoung eyed you through his peripheral, one of his eyebrows raising slightly.

You carefully filled up the glass mouthpiece, shaking your head a bit. “Nothing, just hurry up.”

“Uh-huh.”

You initially thought you had gotten over the way Wooyoung was still just sitting there in silence and ignoring your presence so that he could sext someone — since you were occupied with the abundant offering of weed he provided you. However, when you had reached a comfortable high, you finally began to feel pissed.

“Why did you even fucking call me over here, if you’re just going to do that, huh?” you questioned bitterly, just in time for you to witness your ex shamelessly pulling his dick out and wrapping his fingers around it, while using the other hand to hold his phone up. “Woo, are you s–”

“Shut the fuck up.” Wooyoung glanced in your direction, giving you a dirty look, before he began to stroke himself, exhaling when he started to get hard, pressing the record button.

Growling out of frustration, you moved toward Wooyoung, reaching your hand out. “Give me that shit,” you remarked, snatching his phone out of his hand and tossing it onto the carpet. Before he had a chance to retaliate, you dropped down to your knees in front of him, pushing his thighs apart from one another so that you could fit in between them.

“What are you…aaaah-oh, god…” he reacted, gripping his upper thigh when he felt your soft lips and tongue encase the tip of his cock, watching as you slid them down along his length and back up a few times, letting out a small noise of approval when you did it agonizingly slow the last time around.

You swirled your tongue around the tip languidly, prior to flicking it across the small slit, earning a groan from Wooyoung. “That’s what I fucking thought,” you taunted, using your thumb to rub against his frenulum in small, gentle circles, knowing that it was sensitive.

“Oh, shit…that feels good…” he exhaled, ignoring your attempt at slighting him, too caught up with the lust that was flooding his senses. “Spit on it, baby.”

You froze for a second when you heard what he had called you, which was unusual, since you had been used to him calling you that, but suddenly it seemed to yank at your heartstrings. Ignoring this revelation, you eventually obliged his request, drawing saliva into your mouth and letting it drip down onto his cock, one long string at a time, all while your dilated eyes gazed up into Wooyoung’s glazed-over ones. “Like that, Woo?”

“Uh-huh. Now, get to work,” he smirked, his cock growing harder inside your hand.

“Sounds good~” you purred, almost forgetting that you were supposed to hate him, your fingers tightening around his length and pumping it quickly, your lips attaching to his cockhead.

He drank in the sight of you, incredibly pleased with the way you were looking at him, his fingers slipping into your hair. “Messier, baby.”

You slurped on his twitching tip, bringing some of your spit into your mouth, then spitting it back out, moaning softly when it dripped down the sides of his cock. You moved your saliva around with your tongue, making sure to run it across his slit a few times, teasing him once again.

“That’s it…” Wooyoung slid down against the couch slightly, spreading his legs open a bit more, only snapping out of his hazy state when he heard his phone buzzing on the carpet, most likely receiving a FaceTime call from the ignored individual. “Hey, can you grab my phone and hand it to me?”

As your brows drew close and your nose scrunched up in anger, you tightened your grip around Wooyoung’s member, resisting the urge to squeeze it until you heard a disconcerting sound. “You gotta be fucking kidding me!”

Wooyoung let out an abrupt chuckle, not meaning what he said in the slightest, but just simply saying it for your reaction. “Mmm, you must really want to suck my cock, if you’re getting this upset over some nudes.” Without any warning, he grabbed your chin and tilted it upwards, forcing you to look at him. “You’re jealous, huh? Answer me, slut.”

“Yeah, and what about it?” you retorted, glaring daggers up at Wooyoung, your lips forming a small scowl. “I took time out of my night to see you, so I expect to have your full attention and not have to compete with some stupid cunt I don’t even know!”

Another pleased laugh escaped from Wooyoung’s throat, a rare grin gracing his irritatingly handsome features. “Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get this jealous. I’m kind of shocked, actually.” He leaned in and pulled your face closer in his direction as well, so that he could clearly see your next reaction. “Did you fall in love with me again, y/n? I wouldn’t blame you. I know you can’t help it.”

For a second there, the fear on your face was visible, but was quickly replaced with your usual display of annoyance. “Just shut up and let me suck your dick, before it goes all limp on me!” you protested, wrapping your fingers loosely around the base of his cock and pumping it again, encouraging Wooyoung to release his grip on you and allow you to go back to what you were doing earlier, but with more enthusiasm.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby…” Wooyoung’s long fingers remained entangled in your locks, but he didn’t pull at it, instead stroking it in an oddly affectionate manner. “Are you gonna deep-throat my cock? Huh? Are you gonna show me how much a slut like you loves sucking dick?”

Wooyoung’s baiting words only served to fuel your desire to see him cum for you. You didn’t even let yourself tease him anymore, and instead, allowed him into your throat, relieved that your gag-reflex wasn’t as active this time around. “Mmmmfff…” was all you could manage to get out, wanting to look up at Wooyoung, but unable to do so, with the way your irises were disappearing behind your shutting eyelids.

“Jesus Christ, I wish you could see the face you’re making…” he exhaled, somewhat shakily, gathering up your hair and holding it so none of it could hide his view of your face. “You’re such a fucking whore for me. I bet that cunt of yours is dripping already, just from having my cock down your throat.”

Feeling your pussy clench around nothing but air, you bobbed your head diligently, shoving most of his length down your throat in a way that drove him absolutely crazy — unable to hold yourself back. The thickening drool that consistently pooled inside your mouth slowly dripped down your chin and chest in abundance, letting you hear Wooyoung groan in approval.

“F-ffffuuuck, I…Oh, god…I think I’m…” his voice trailed off, unable to finish his sentence, knowing he was about to cum at any given second.

“Mm-hmm? Mm-hmm?” you moaned onto him, giving it your all, as if your rent was due tomorrow. You gripped his lower thighs, reluctantly pulling yourself off of him when you heard him mutter the word ‘open’, wanting to giggle after he could barely form the two syllables.

Cum shot out of Wooyoung’s cock, mostly landing near your mouth and on your chest, causing a small gasp to leave your lips. “Mm…” As if he was waiting for this exact moment, his fingertips were already rubbing the warm, sticky liquid all over your lips and chin, making sure to smear some across your cheek, appreciating how it began to mess up your makeup. “Look at you…You’re my messy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you answered softly, your jaw going lax, unable to hide how insanely turned on you were. Wooyoung took advantage of this and pushed his coated fingers onto your tongue, prompting you to close your mouth and suck on them, until they were clean.

“Good girl.”

You and Wooyoung sat there for a while, just looking into each other’s lustful eyes, neither of you knowing what to make of the unspoken jumble of emotions you both continuously decided to shove away.

Squeezing one of Wooyoung’s thighs, you smirked a bit, inquiring in a smug tone, “That must’ve felt really good, huh?”

“You were able to make me cum pretty fast this time, I’ll give you that. Though, my friend is still able to suck dick better than you, unfortunately…but, you know, practice makes perfect.” Wooyoung shrugged his shoulders, giving into his usual toxic routine and trying to bring you down, all the while his cheeks and ears were still flushed beyond measure.

“Oh my god, will you shut up already?” you rasped, as you shot up from the floor, angrily pulling your top up and over your head, then sliding yourself out of your skirt, revealing you had nothing on underneath — much to your ex’s delight. “I’m sick and tired of hearing the stupid shit you say! So fucking tired of it…”

“Oh, yeah?” he gauged, his voice almost coming out like a moan, clearly getting off on how much he was upsetting you.

“Yeah!” You suddenly grabbed Wooyoung by the shoulders and yanked him down onto the couch cushion below, instantly straddling him, so that you were positioned directly over his face.

Surprised by your sudden actions, Wooyoung simply stayed put, his eyes trailing from the band of your knee socks up to your dripping cunt.

You let out a huff, using two fingers to spread your pussy for him so that he could get a good look at it. “Why don’t you put that big fucking mouth of yours to good use? Hm? Does that sound like a good idea?”

“Excuse me? You think I’m just going to do what you say?” he scoffed, using one hand to smack your ass, grabbing it roughly afterwards, eliciting a gasp from you. “I’ll eat your slutty little cunt if I feel like it — not when you tell me to. Now, get off of me, before I kick your ass!”

He was about to continue his tirade when you gripped the sides of his head and pressed yourself onto his mouth, rubbing your wet folds on his plush lips. “Shut the fuck up and stick your tongue out.”

Pleasantly surprised by your aggressiveness, Wooyoung hesitated, but eventually obeyed, holding his tongue out, so that you could rub yourself on it, causing him to let out a small whimper, not able to hold it in.

“Mm, that’s it,” you mumbled to yourself, moving your hips at an increasingly desperate pace, wanting to cum as soon as possible. “Look at you. Just a second ago, you were so tough and scary, Woo. What happened?”

Wooyoung groaned out against you, using his tongue to lap at your slit whenever he could, your wetness leaking out into his mouth, causing his eyes to roll back into his skull. Of course, he loved having control over you, but he couldn’t ignore how painfully hard he was, so he decided to just go with the flow.

“Mmmm, that’s a good boy. You want to fuck me with your tongue next?” you questioned, in between pants, running your fingers through his hair, before gripping it roughly, earning an uncharacteristically whiny moan from him. “Answer me, you whore!”

He opened his eyes and looked up at you, his eyebrows knitting together in an upward motion, the tip of his cock now dripping pre-cum, as he emitted a muffled “Mm-hmmm!”

Normally, he would’ve gone ballistic from hearing you talk to him like that, but he was so turned on, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. In fact, he desperately hoped you kept going.

“Good…” you exhaled, letting go of his head for a second to rake your fingers through your somewhat-tangled hair, moving it out of your line of vision and behind your ear. “You better make me cum.”

Wooyoung slid his hands past your ass and up near your hips, then angled himself so that he could push his tongue inside your pulsing hole. He dug his fingers into your skin, shoving his tongue in and out of you as deep as he possibly could.

You breathed heavily, fucking yourself on his tongue as well, feeling like you were already going to cum, not only from the pleasure, but from the shift in power. “You always…act so big and bad…but you really…you really just want to get treated-nnngh-like a little fuck toy, don’t you?“

Wooyoung whined against you, almost pleading with his glossy, watery eyes, giving you the answer you wanted when he moaned, “Uh-huhhhh…”

“You’re so pathetic,” you mused arrogantly, giving Wooyoung a satisfied smile, flashing your canines at him. You had sort of expected to see anger boil up to the surface of your ex’s features, but you were instead met with a face that only could be described as pure bliss. “Now, suck on my clit.”

Wooyoung obeyed, pulling his arousal-coated tongue out of your pulsing hole and wrapping his plush lips around your clit, sucking on it with varying levels of intensity, knowing exactly how to drive you to your breaking point.

“God, that’s…Oh, shit…” you reacted shakily, your vision starting to blur around the edges, unintentionally bucking your hips up. “I’m so close…Just a little…more…”

With his arms locking around you so that you couldn’t escape, Wooyoung alternated between licking and sucking, groaning when you squeezed your thighs around his head.

“Fuck…!” you cried out, squirting so incredibly hard that you faded out of existence for longer than you had anticipated.

Wooyoung panted softly against your pussy, quietly slurping up your essence, in between shallow breaths, a deep blush imprinted on his cheeks. His eyes were closed and his mind was clouded over, as he came down from his own high, despite not even being physically stimulated.

Once you came to, you let out a satisfied sigh, climbing off of Wooyoung and standing up, in order to reach out your limbs and stretch them. “Ahh, who knew you could be so tolerable? You gotta be a whiny little sub for me more often.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, trying to wipe your cum off of his face, but unable to do anything about the arousal that had already wet his hair.

“Damn, relax.”

Feeling something on your lower back, you swiped at it and looked down at your hand, unable to hide your amusement when you saw the milky white substance dripping through your fingers. “Holy shit, did you cum just from that?” you blurted out, looking up and pointing at Wooyoung’s cum-covered abdomen. “Oh my god, you did!”

Wooyoung gritted his teeth tightly, unable to handle the amount of humiliation that washed over him, suddenly pissed that you were treating him like he normally treated you.

You were practically tingling from the newfound power you had felt, almost ready to cast aside your role as an obedient sub. Almost. “I guess you really like when I’m in control, huh? Should I use a strap on you n-”

Before you could finish, Wooyoung had already grabbed you by your upper arm and forced you face-down onto the couch cushion where he had just been laying, allowing you to feel the body heat that still remained there.

Pulling his t-shirt off with his free hand and tossing it to the ground, Wooyoung lowered himself to your ear, stating, “Don’t forget your place, y/n. I may have let you get away with that, but you’re still my little toy at the end of the day. You belong to me, don’t you?”

Biting your bottom lip, you wondered if you should give your ex the satisfaction of answering his question truthfully, afraid that it would cause his ego to double in size. “Just because you-”

“Don’t you, y/n? Isn’t that why you always let me treat you like this?” he interrupted in a low voice, positioning himself at your entrance, with his hand pressed onto the back of your head, pushing it into the couch.

“Mm-hmm…” you mumbled out, internally berating yourself for being so incredibly weak when it came to Wooyoung.

“Say it, y/n.”

Feeling the head of his dick just barely pushing inside your cunt and stretching you out, you began to nod your head against the palm of his hand, knowing there was no point in arguing with him. “I…I belong to you…”

Without giving you any sort of warning, Wooyoung grunted, plunging his cock into you, bottoming out in less than a second. “That’s fucking right.” Your obedience gave Wooyoung the incentive to destroy you, pushing him to begin slamming himself in and out of you, knowing he wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

A few mindless obscenities fell from your lips, as you felt your body completely relax into the cushion, taking Wooyoung’s rough treatment without any complaints.

Wooyoung took incredible delight in the way you always seemed to submit to him, letting out a few airy chuckles, his hips snapping into yours unapologetically. “That’s my…good girl…”

Unable to emit anything competent, you simply moaned and groaned periodically, your voice slowly rising in pitch and volume, your fingers digging into the edge of the couch, after hearing his puzzling choice of words.

He pounded into you relentlessly, making you cum somewhere along the way, but not stopping, until he felt the tight spring inside him threaten to uncoil. “Oh, shit…Get ready, baby…”

You felt your eyes becoming watery, actively refusing to confront yourself and face the fact that you were clearly upset over hearing Wooyoung routinely call you baby throughout the night. Of course, it turned you on immensely, but it hurt you more. “Just cum already, please…”

Wooyoung suddenly flipped you over, and shoved himself back inside you, leaning down so that he could drink in your expression, just as his cum started to pour into you.

“A-hhhh….”

“Can you feel it, y/n? All of my cum inside you? You love it, don’t you? Say you fucking love it!” he exclaimed, unable to keep his desperation hidden within his harsh tone.

You nodded weakly, gazing up at him, your thighs trembling against his. “I love it, Woo…”

Letting out a groan, he wrapped his fingers around your neck and slowly squeezed it in the right places, so that you felt like you were floating, the tips of your fingers tingling. “Say it again.”

“I…love…it…” you replied breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper, unable to stop a tear from falling down your cheek, which dragged a black streak of mascara down with it. You let out a small whine when Wooyoung leaned down towards you, so close that you could feel his lips moving near your jaw, his fingers releasing your neck.

“I know you do, baby…I know…” Wooyoung murmured softly against your skin, pumping his cum into your pulsing hole, only stopping when he thought he had sufficiently fucked it into you. “You look so pretty like this…” He pressed a thumb onto your cheek and wiped a bit of the mascara away, giving you a gentle smile, which only set off more alarm bells inside your clouded brain.

You couldn’t even think at this point, let alone make sense of the odd switch in character your ex had been displaying throughout the night. All you could do was lay there and try to catch your breath, your body warm and tingly, Wooyoung’s cum sliding out of you and down onto the cushion.

“Woo…I- um…” you started, without giving it much thought, only to close your mouth when he wrapped his arms around your waist, locking you in place.

“I'm not done with you.” Without even giving you a chance to react, he sat back against the couch, simultaneously lifting you up and down onto his lap, shoving his already-hard cock back inside your cunt, proceeding to buck his hips up into yours.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, gripping the top of the couch for stability, feeling a pleasant shiver go up your spine when Wooyoung slipped his fingers into the sides of your knee-socks and tugged on them a bit as he thrusted into you.

“Fuck, baby…How are you still so tight? Even after I just got done wrecking you?” Wooyoung studied your surprised face, just as he leaned into your body and sucked one of your tits into his mouth. “Hmm?” he mumbled on your chest, using the flat of his tongue to lap at your nipple.

You shook your head slightly, emitting a sharp gasp, not really knowing how to respond from being too caught up in the moment, as well as being focused on what you wanted from him. “Bite it, Woo…please…”

One corner of Wooyoung’s lips lifted up, as he rolled your nipple around between his teeth, before biting down on it with enough pressure to satisfy your needs, earning a delighted moan from you.

“Now, spit on it…”

Wooyoung pulled back ever so slightly, with his lips pursed, spitting on your breast and turning his head, so that he could spit on the other one. “Mm…Like that, y/n?” He used his thumb to rub his saliva around, making your skin glossy.

“Yeah, just like that…” Without realizing, you started to grind your own hips down into his, just as desperately as he was trying to shove himself up into you.

“I thought so…” he murmured, pushing your tits together in order to drag his tongue back and forth between them, groaning all the while.

“Babyyyy…” you let slip out, bringing him to let go of your breasts so that he could caress your cheek with his warm fingers, neither of you breaking eye contact for what seemed like an eternity. “It feels so fucking good…”

“Yeah?” Seeing you nod right away, Wooyoung leaned his forehead against yours, his lips just barely brushing over your parted ones. “Are you going to cum on my cock again for me, y/n? Huh? Are you going to squirt all over it?”

“Uh-huhhh…”

“Then fucking do it.”

You cried out in ecstasy, careening over the edge from the way he was acting with you, whimpering when Wooyoung’s hands returned to your waist and squeezed it so tightly that you thought he might leave handprints on your skin. “Oh, god, I’m cumming…!” you whined shakily, tossing your head back and closing your eyes.

“Uh-uh.” When he saw that your head was leaning back, he gripped the back of it and forced you to continue looking at him, slowing his movements down, so that he could fuck you in a more calculated, almost passionate way. “Hey, look at me. I want you to cum again, okay? And, this time, you’re not going to look away.”

Instead of resisting Wooyoung’s hold on you, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your sweat-covered body against his, your lower-halves working in tandem with one another to reach your highs. “As long as you promise to fill me up,” you invited sweetly, your heart pounding inside your rib cage.

“Don’t I always? Now, come here.” Wooyoung gave you another oddly charming smile, one of his hands moving up to your jaw and coaxing it open, so that he could bring you into an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue slipping inside and moving against yours.

“Mmm…!” you reacted, your eyes still open, due to being genuinely surprised that Wooyoung kissed you. You couldn’t even remember the last time he did; it was probably somewhere around your third or fourth breakup.

Wooyoung opened his eyes slightly, studying your wide ones, his tongue lapping lazily at your own, some of his spit already dripping down his chin.

Too caught up in the heat of the moment, your eyelids fluttered shut and your hands instinctively slid up the back of his neck, your fingers slipping into his damp hair. Your heads periodically tilted in opposite directions, so that you could both engage in a sloppy, fervent kiss.

Feeling your pussy tighten significantly around his throbbing length, Wooyoung reluctantly broke the kiss, using his free hand to gather up some of your combined saliva that was dripping in abundance from your mouths and rubbing it all over your lips, then pushing his fingers onto your tongue, groaning when your mouth closed around them. “Fuuuuck, look at you…You don’t act like this for anyone else, do you? It’s all for me, isn't it, baby?” he asked, burning the image of your fucked-out expression into his memory.

“Mm-hmm…”

“Thought so.” Wooyoung grabbed your chin with his glistening fingers and mumbled, “I can feel how tight your cunt is around me, so go ahead and cum. Come on, make a mess on my dick, baby.”

You kept your glossy eyes locked on his, almost screaming when your warm wetness squirted forcefully out of you and all over his cock for the third time.

“Gooood girl…Now, let me fill you up, baby. Just how you like…” Wooyoung groaned deeply, his hands returning to your hips and cementing you in place, as his seed spilled deep inside your spasming cunt, a string of obscenities falling from his lips.

“Oh my god…” You dug your nails into Wooyoung’s skin, your thighs shaking uncontrollably, almost unable to handle how good it felt to be filled up to the brim with your ex’s load.

Once Wooyoung could breathe properly, he struggled to find the right words, not able to explain how he felt. “Oh, god…that was…”

As your body relaxed completely against Wooyoung’s, you kept your arms wrapped around him, suddenly not wanting to let go, but not really thinking about it, since your brain was still buzzing from the overload of endorphins. “I know…I know what you mean…” you replied cryptically, nuzzling his neck a bit.

Wooyoung didn’t say anything else for a while, simply running his hand up and down your lower back, his fingers ghosting along the indent of your spine. He closed his eyes, feeling his head almost spin, due to the influx of conflicting ideas that had infiltrated his mind.

You were in a similar place, the truth of reality hitting you like a ton of bricks, forcing you to pull yourself away from him, wanting to get away from the distressing headspace you were falling into as soon as humanly possible.

When Wooyoung felt your warmth leave him, as you got up from the couch, he reached out and grabbed your wrist, holding it rather tight. “Don’t go. Just stay here with me tonight,” he announced, not even thinking before he said it.

Suddenly made uncomfortable by the way he was squeezing your wrist, you forcefully yanked your arm away from him. Wincing, you rubbed your sensitive skin, making up a viable excuse, “No, I need to get home. I have work tomorrow. Why are you being like this?”

Wooyoung tsked and sat up, quickly snaking his arms around you and bringing your body against his, so that you were awkwardly pinned to both him and the lower half of the couch. He rested the side of his head on your upper abdomen for a moment, then pulled away to look up at your shocked face, giving you a straight answer, “Cuz I want you to stay. I don’t give a fuck if you have work. You’re going to stay put.”

You wriggled around in his grasp, shaking your head and complaining, “Oh my god, you’re being so fucking weird. Just get off of me!” When he didn’t let go of you, you pushed on his face, causing him to grunt, but still hold on, eventually letting go when you shoved his shoulders instead.

The force of your push caused him to slam into the back cushion and slump down against it, prompting him to just stay there instead of getting up. He remained silent, giving you an expression that you couldn’t read.

“Jesus,” you remarked, hastily picking up your discarded clothes from the ground, while trying to disregard the unresolved feelings that had been eating away at you since you had stepped into his apartment. “You better not do that again, or else I’m not coming around anymore.” You glanced up from the floor to give him a dirty look, wanting him to know that you were being completely serious.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his damp brown hair, actively ignoring the sharp twinge of pain inside his chest. “Whatever. You know you can’t live without this dick.” He snapped his fingers at you when you wouldn’t give him the response that he wanted, desperately trying to get your attention when you started to put your clothes on, ignoring him. “Hello? Are you fucking deaf?”

You remained tight-lipped, zipping up your skirt and adjusting it, eventually letting out a small sigh. Truthfully, you weren’t sure if you had it in you to continue this relationship with Wooyoung. At first, it was a good way for you to release all the negative emotions you had usually shoved deep down and locked away, but now…now it was just leaving an incredibly bitter taste in your mouth.

Wooyoung grimaced, clearing his throat and asking in an irritable tone, “Why are you just staring at me like that? You know it’s the truth. You can’t live without me, y/n. If you could, you would’ve blocked me after the first time we broke up.”

Ignoring his words, you walked over to the door and grabbed your bag, letting it dangle near the ground, instead of putting it on your shoulder, your distant gaze lowering until your vision grew blurry from the threat of incoming tears. “You know…now that I think about it, we should really stop doing this, Woo. It’s not good for us.”

He suddenly jolted up, his fingers gripping at the edge of the cushion below him, unable to hide the panic forming on his face. “Wh-what are you talking about? Jeez, I…I must’ve fucked you so hard, your brain stopped functioning,” he responded, letting out a nervous chuckle.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, appearing like you were in a significant amount of pain. You should’ve done this a long time ago, but there was always a small part of you that wanted to hold on, hoping that somehow all of your problems would magically disappear and you could go back to how everything was before. However, deep down inside, you knew that it was never tangible — even from the start. The two of you were just flawed, broken people who could never seem to build each other up, instead opting to tear down one another again and again. And it had finally gotten to be too exhausting for you.

Wooyoung felt like he was going to start hyperventilating when you looked up at him with a blank face, initially unable to see the tears fall from how fast you were wiping them away. “y/n…?” he called out shakily, dread forming within him, making him feel like he had a ten ton weight sitting inside the pit of his stomach.

With teary eyes and trembling lips, you opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out at first, causing you to clear your dry throat. You closed your fists tightly for a moment, before they slowly relaxed against the sides of your thighs. “Woo…it’s over. I just…can’t do this anymore.”

Before you realized what was happening, Wooyoung was already clinging onto you, tears dripping down his own cheeks and shaky, abrupt breaths being forced out of his throat, showing a side of himself that you had only witnessed once years ago. “D-don’t be fucking stupid!” he choked out, his fingers gripping the back of your sweater so firmly, you thought that he might rip the thin material. “You’re not leaving me!”

Your eyebrows lowered and pulled together, your lips still quivering, as you wondered internally why he had to make this so incredibly hard for you. It was difficult enough already; you didn’t want to let go of him, but you knew you had to for the sake of your sanity, as well as his. “Woo…please…We can’t do this anymore. We’re destroying each other. Can’t you see that...?” you murmured in a fragile voice, making a weak attempt to pull away from him, blinking away a few tears in the process.

Wooyoung shook his head violently, dropping his weight down on you and burying his face into your chest, his fingers clawing into your back desperately, shouting, “I don’t care!” He let out a few small whimpers, wiping his tears away by using the front of your sweater. “I’ll happily drown with you, y/n…” He pulled back slightly and looked up at you with empty eyes, an incredibly pained smile on his flushed face.

“No! That’s exactly what I’m talking about, you idiot! That’s so fucking toxic!” you protested, unable to keep your voice from cracking, while actively doing your best to stand steadily and peel Wooyoung off of you. “Get. Off!” You let out a sudden yell of frustration when you couldn’t get away from him, not knowing what to do at this point. “Please…”

Wooyoung tightened his grip around your body, until you could feel significant pain in your ribs, leaving you almost lightheaded. “No!” he shouted, with every ounce of his being, threatening to damage his vocal cords.

Feeling completely and utterly drained, both mentally and physically, you slowly slumped down onto the carpet, giving up and allowing your bawling ex to curl up around you like a frightened child.

Wooyoung had lost all control of his emotions, too traumatized by the thought of you leaving him to hold back in any sort of capacity. “Fuck…you…You’re staying…right here…!” he gasped out, in between sobs, his voice airy and weak. “You’re never…leaving me!” He lightly hit his closed fist against your back, stopping when he simply wanted to hold onto you again. “Never…ever…!”

You closed your tired eyes, leaning your head into the crook of Wooyoung’s neck and resting it there. “Okay.” Caving in, you gently stroked his hair and placed your other hand on his lower back, giving it light pats.

Wooyoung stiffened up for a second, still gasping for air, unable to quell his crying-induced hiccups. “You…mean…that?”

“Yeah…I mean it.” You relaxed into his body, holding him so close that you could feel his heart pounding against your chest. You nuzzled your cheek into his warm skin, noticing how he would jolt periodically from drawing in quick, fragile breaths. “I’m right here, okay? Now, just breathe…and relax…”

He followed your advice, concentrating on his erratic breathing, until he eventually calmed down, his rapid heart rate slowly returning to a normal one. “y/n…” he mumbled, gingerly moving up near your face and gazing at you for a second, before pressing his cold lips onto yours.

You didn’t resist him, not even noticing when your fingers automatically interlocked with his, until you felt him squeezing your hand. Once you shared a few gentle, heartfelt kisses, you pulled back slightly, looking into his sad blood-shot eyes. “Where do we go from here?” you asked, your voice barely coming out.

Wooyoung leaned his forehead against yours, his hand gripping yours so tightly, he threatened to cut off the circulation. “I…I don’t know, exactly…” he answered truthfully, letting out a pained sigh, his eyes still focused solely on your watery ones. “But I do know that I want you by my side.”

After listening to his words, you leaned back into Wooyoung, the tension in your body subsiding. “Okay…I’ll stay with you, Woo. I won’t leave...until you want me to.”

Letting go of your hand, he opted to wrap himself around you once again, resting the side of his face on your shoulder, his breath hitting your skin. Closing his eyes and feeling some sort of peace, Wooyoung smiled to himself. “Don’t be stupid, y/n. That’s never going to happen.”

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[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this as a part of my 12 days of ficmas, I hope you like it!

It is a Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!

The prompt is Secret Santa.

Warnings: none

Nat and you had been friends for forever, but she had always wanted more.

While she was always by your side she was never brave enough to actually say what she was feeling, even if she sometimes interpreted some of your actions as flirtations as well.

You did flirt back, but just like her you were nervous enough not to actually follow through.

The fact that you were working together made things easier and harder at the same time.

It was easier because you actually got to see each other on a daily basis, and it was harder because if you decided to go for it it could end in a disaster.

So you stayed just like that, pining for each other in silence.

The months went by and you two grew closer, hanging out outside of work even more and visiting each other almost daily.

While you allowed each other to spend time at your homes the bedrooms were seemingly off limits.

It was a border neither of you wanted to cross with each other because both of you were scared of it leading to more.

Bob was a confidant to both of you and it was stressful for him, because even though he wanted to say something he didn’t feel like it was his place to do so.

He was your closest friend after Natasha and he too had spent time at your place, he had even been allowed in your bedroom.

It had made him smile because what he saw there was too sweet, and he desperately wanted to tell Nat about it.

When Christmas came around the end of the year feels hit, and while you enjoyed spending time with Natasha it sometimes made you sad, feeling like being with her without actually getting to kiss her like you wanted to was pointless.

Nat noticed your sadness as well and she felt like maybe it was her fault somehow, which she confided in Bob about.

He was so kind to her and promised everything would be alright.

Jake’s idea of a secret santa at work excited all of you a little, but especially Natasha, when she pulled your name from the bucket.

She was so excited and nervous at the same time, because she simply didn’t know what to get you.

Once again she decided to talk to Bob about it, who smiled widely.

“Have you ever seen her bedroom?” He asked, to which Nat shook her head.

“You’d like it,” he replied, before telling her about the pictures of the two of you that were stuck to the frame of your bedroom mirror.

When the day of the secret santa exchange came Nat was incredibly nervous, because of what she had prepared for you.

You opened the presents one after the other, so that all of you could see what the other had gotten.

While Bob got a Christmas themed case for his glasses from Javy and Bradley received a shaving kit from Jake you were excited when it was finally time for you to open your present.

It wasn’t a big box at all but it was neatly wrapped, a wrapping paper in your favorite color adorning it.

You were excited when you opened the lid, and even more so when you found the first few photos that were put inside.

They were all pictures of Nat and you, just like on your bedroom mirror.

You were so surprised that you didn’t even able to fathom what these pictures meant.

A small smile of gratitude swept over your face and you were about to turn to Nat to thank her, when your eyes fell to the last picture and the neatly calligraphed writing on it.

It was a polaroid of Nat and you that Bob had taken on a trip you had gone to, which you had never gotten to see.

Nat had snatched it from his fingers and when you looked at it you knew exactly why she had.

You were smiling into the camera but Nat was looking at you, an adoring, almost worshipping look on her face.

Below the picture Nat had written something that took your breath away the second you read it.

‘We look cute together so I’m going to ask - would you want to go out with me?’

You didn’t have much time to think as Jake impatiently spoke up, not being able to see too well from his spot on the table.

“What have you got there?” He asked, but your eyes just found Nat’s.

You could see her nervously playing with the ring she often had on her forefinger.

Her eyes were searching yours for an answer and your heartbeat sped up, because you were utterly excited for what was to come.

You immediately started to nod repeatedly, receiving one of the widest smiles you had ever seen on her face, which you mirrored.

“Yes, please, I’d love to go out with you!” You exclaimed, and every one lf your peers chuckled at how you were looking at each other.

You hurried to wrap Nat into a warm and desperate hug before you pulled away, looking at her to find her lovingly looking at her.

She hadn’t said a word but had only glanced at Bob quickly, a quiet thank you for the help that he had given her.

Now she was looking at you, beautifully close to her, and she was utterly happy as well.

“Oh God, I was so nervous you’d say no,” she whispered before she pulled you into another hug, pressing a soft kiss to your temple in relief.

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[billthedrake]

GOALS (PART THREE)

Story idea by and collaboration with top son Turner (bimgm36@gmail.com).

[SCOTT]

I pulled off Austin’s crotch, tasting his salty cum on my tongue. This was a quickie, but we both felt excited to be sneaking a fast blowjob in after my evening session.

I had to get home for dinner and was already cutting it close with time. But I had to bring something up. "Can I ask you a personal question, Austin?" I ventured.

"Sure," he replied as he pulled his sweats back over his now satisfied genitals.

I nodded then continued, "Well... you're a very good looking young man. And you're into older men. I'm just wondering why you're single."

His eyes met mine in a challenge. “Long story short. I only top. When older guys are into younger men it's usually the other way around."

"I see," I said. I didn't know all that was entailed with gay lingo, but I had a pretty intuitive sense of what a top was. "I don't think I'm ready for that, Austin. Sorry."

He nodded, accepting my answer. But his voice got husky. “Just you sucking my dick gets me off, Mr. D. Big time.” He leaned back in my front car seat. “You’ve gotten some real skills.” I could tell he was trying to decide if I'd had any experience the last few weeks.

"I had to google 'how to suck dick'," I admitted.

He smiled. I could tell he wanted to stay and talk some more. “All right, Scott... I know you gotta head off. See you Friday?”

“Yep,” I said, reaching down to arrange my erection in my trousers. I hoped Kelly would be up for sex tonight.

[AUSTIN]

We changed our sessions to either the very first of the day or the very last. I couldn't decide what I preferred more. But when Scott came over to my place around 6:00AM, I always had a thick piece of morning wood for him. As well as a fresh pot of coffee.

He'd regularly wear a suit, especially now that fall was transitioning to winter and business casual days were fewer. He'd sit on my couch and I'd let him slowly worship my cock as I stroked his short silvery hair.

He'd gotten a lot more skilled and was now comfortable deep throating me, though he preferred slightly shallower, more rapid suck strokes where he could provide the right amount of suction.

The sensations were incredible but it was the psychological part that always got me going. "Fuck," I growled. "You're too good to me, man."

"Yeah?" Scott hissed, his voice heavy with spit as he pulled back and stroked my saliva-wet dong in his fist. "I like spoiling you, buddy."

Scott Delahunt had gotten a lot more comfortable with this part, too. Being verbal, saying things that would turn me on. Openly acknowledging his desire to service me. He let go of my prick and ran his hands up my hamstrings to cup my strong ass. Then he leveraged his head to take me back in.

God, this was insane. Deep throat bobs up and down my rod as he was still in suit and tie.

"I'm cumming, Mr. D!" I hissed. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming."

He moaned around my cock excitedly. Wanting my sperm. I felt light headed as I gave it to him. "Jesus fucking Christ,"" I growled. My legs buckled a little bit and I finally had to pull out when Scott's sucking grew too intense. "Easy... fuck!"

Scott laughed. "I take it you liked that, buddy."

I ran my hand through his hair. "You have no idea," I hissed. I loved how this 51-year-old man ate up my praise. Even more than in the gym. It was like sex and working out were his two mid-life passions.

"You wanna stroke off?" I asked. Anytime Scott asked me to suck him, I would. Sometimes I'd take the initiative to go down on him, too. I enjoyed giving him the kind of blowjob his wife didn't. But increasingly I encouraged him to stroke after swallowing my cum, or while sucking me. Scott teased me at first for my control issues but eventually admitted he got off on getting me off.

"Yah," he answered now, and I let my dong hang half hard inches from his face. He was jerking fast now, working that spike with his fist as he focused on my cock, only occasionally looking up at my naked body or my face. "Can I taste it again?" He muttered.

I pressed the tip against his mouth and felt his lips draw me in. He knew better than to do a full fellatio, but he just held me against his tongue, my cock softening but still full. That was the trigger. His body tensed and he spurted into his hand. I gently patted the back of his head.

"Nice," I hissed, then pulled back.

I always set aside some towels for him to wipe down while I went to pour him a coffee. Depending how long he sucked me, we usually had 10 minutes to talk, and we enjoyed that post-sex time, too.

"It's your birthday next week, right?" Scott asked as he sauntered into my kitchen area.

"Yep," I replied. "Wednesday."

He gave me a smirk and said as he reached into his suit pocket. "I was gonna wait to give this to you."

He pulled out a small envelope. Too small for a birthday card, and I'd barely taken it in my hand when I realized what it was.

"Is this what I think it is?" I asked, amused and excited both.

"Box seats," he said with an excitement of his own as he read my reaction to the Titans tickets I was pulling out. "And I booked two nights at the Renaissance."

"Jesus, Scott," I said. "That's too much."

My words didn't offend him. "I like treating you, buddy. At least you show me some appreciation when I do."

Something about his honesty made me relent. "All right. As long as you let me do something big for your birthday." I knew then and there that I'd be saving up for something special for the man.

"Deal. Only you're gonna have to wait till February for that."

[SCOTT]

I picked up Austin just around four on Saturday. He was going out with his buddies the night before to celebrate his birthday, and my intention wasn't to monopolize his weekend. Besides, I had some household stuff to work on and get done. I worried Kelly would be upset that I was spending my weekend in the city. But as fate would have it, she'd gone to New York to visit our daughter who was taking the train from her college to meet my wife.

"So..." Austin asked as we checked into the room. It wasn't a suite, but it was a nice room and this time I'd gone for the king bed. "Are you going to tell me why I had to bring nice clothes?"

I told him the name of the restaurant I'd booked. "Tomorrow will be a burgers and nachos kind of day... I wanted to treat you somewhere nice tonight."

He kind of shook his head, maybe like he thought I was showing off for him. But he just unzipped his garment bag. "If it means I get to see you in a suit, it'll be worth it," he said.

"More of a sport coat," I clarified, pulling out my attire for the evening and hanging it up in the closet. I turned to face him. "What do you say going out for a pre-dinner drink?"

He stepped up to me and placed his hands on my chest. "You think maybe the birthday boy could get a blowjob first?" he asked.

"He could..." I answered. "But if you wanna wait, I have a surprise that will be worth your while."

"Yeah?" he asked excitedly. Already his hands were moving up and down my zip-sweater in a seductive gesture. "What is it?"

"What kind of surprise would that be?" I chuckled.

"Does it involve you in just a sport coat?" he teased.

I shook my head. "That really is a turn on for you, isn't it?" I asked.

He nodded. Not embarrassed, but with a playful horniness in his eyes. "One of many. But it's also about the man in the clothes."

With that, Austin leaned in and kissed me.

"I missed that." We actually said it at the same time, which made us laugh.

I ran my hands up his side. He had been wearing a Tennessee sweatshirt under his puffy winter coat. I could feel the hard brawn beneath it. Austin was jacked when I started training with him, but he was always working on his body and had gotten even more muscular over the last year and a half.

I gripped his lats and winked at him. "I'd love to see what this hot muscle body looks like all dressed up."

We each got dressed for dinner, barely able to take our eyes off one another. And we clearly, silently enjoyed showing off the boners in our underwear as we stripped down. I had never been self-conscious or concerned about my cock size. Austin's big dick made me worried at first how I measured up, and maybe there's the inevitable comparison when it's two guys. But Austin seemed genuinely into me, into my cock. "I don't want another me, Scott," he’d say. "You're fucking perfect."

So I enjoyed showing it off to him now, showing how hard my prick could get in my briefs before I slipped on the navy wool trousers over them.

And I enjoyed watching Austin pull his pressed dress shirt over that bare, ripped chest muscle.

"I'm afraid I don't have a lot of Sunday best clothes," he apologized, as he slipped his blue blazer on. "I've bulked up some since I last wore this," he laughed.

Indeed, while blazers usually had a looser fit, this was snug. Not obscenely, or like a schoolboy who'd outgrown his clothes. But on the verge of that. I stepped up and smoothed out the shoulders of the blazer. "Maybe this weekend we can go shopping for a new sportcoat for you," I said, stepping back.

Austin actually blushed. "Come on, Scott," he objected. "Already... this weekend is so much."

"It would be my pleasure," I asserted. "Every young man needs a nice suit and a nice coat in his closet. I know you're a sweats and workout gear kind of guy, but you never know when you'll need one."

He looked at me. "You like spoiling me, don't you?"

I nodded, feeling a little chastised. "Guess I do."

He gave me a wry grin. "It's cool. I probably should object more," he laughed.

I gave it some thought. "I guess I'm a people pleaser. Kind of my personality."

"In the bedroom too?" he teased.

Something about Austin made me feel comfortable about opening up. "Especially," I smiled. "Even with women... I love the foreplay, love getting a woman off."

He smirked. "You sure a pre dinner BJ isn't in order?"

"Sure I'm sure," I shot back. "Trust me on this, Austin. It'll be worth the wait."

He nodded, giving me that naughty smirk as he reached down to cup his crotch. "Counting on it, sir," he said.

I was worried dinner would be too romantic a vibe, but I think we both appreciated the quiet of the venue and the space between tables. We talked about sex some in hushed voices, but mostly it was more serious conversation topics.

"You hear from your parents for your birthday?" I asked.

Austin shrugged. "Yeah, my mom calls me bright and early every birthday and sends me a care package... I keep thinking I'll outgrow that, but it's a nice tradition."

"Your dad?" I asked.

"I got a text," he said sullenly.

"Sorry, buddy," I said.

He seemed resigned. "It is what it is. I guess I've not been the easiest son to get along with."

"Bullshit," I interjected, which made Austin smile.

He seemed to think something over then flashed one of his killer smiles as he ran his finger along his beer glass. "You probably didn't sign on to hear about all my issues with my Dad."

I nudged his ankle beneath the table with my shoe. "I love learning more about you, Austin," I said. "Every part of you."

He gulped. I knew he very much liked that idea. "This is pretty intense for an affair, Scott," he said.

I'd been thinking about this, too. A lot. "I think of you as more than an affair," I said quietly. "I just feel bad you have to take second fiddle to my marriage."

His blue-gray eyes seemed excited and emotional at once. "I don't feel second fiddle, Scott. For real. I'm just enjoying our connection." He lowered his voice. "I, um, I guess I have some specific turns ons, different from other guys, and you drive me crazy."

"The older thing?" I ventured.

"For starters," he said. "I'm really into successful men. I guess it's that power thing," he laughed. He flashed his eyes back up at mine. "That weird you out?"

"I don't know if I fully get it," I admitted. "But like I say, I love hearing what makes Austin Samuel White tick."

He smiled then added. "You know, I don't know your middle name."

"Preston," I replied.

"Anyone ever call you that?" he asked.

"No," I said. "And you better not either."

We enjoyed the relaxed pace of dinner. I asked Austin if he wanted to go out after, but he walked with his hands in his winter coat pocket and shook his head. "I've been real patient, Scott," he said.

"Ready for your surprise?" I teased. Loving how excited he was.

"Been ready for three hours now," he mock grumbled.

I took a look around to make sure no one was in ear shot. "So," I started in a quiet voice. "I know you like to top."

He almost stopped in his tracks. In any case he was genuinely surprised. "Fuck! You mean?"

I nodded, loving his reaction. "You think you can show me the ropes?" I felt vulnerable, but also thrilled to be taking this step. I'd been giving it a lot of thought, and I'll admit to getting turned on by the fantasy. Whether reality would match was another question.

"Can I...!" he hissed. Then, "You're a virgin right?"

I nodded. "Fraid so."

He patted my shoulder and kind of held on some as we walked. "Happy fucking birthday to me, huh?" he hissed.

I laughed. "Happy 25th, buddy."

I began to get nervous when we got back to the room and hung up our coat and blazer. Austin picked up on it. He walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a soft kiss. "It'll be great, Scott," he said in a sultry version of his gym-bro voice. "Your turn to trust me."

I nodded. I wanted to do this. For Austin, but also for myself. I'd already learned so much about myself sexually with this young man. I wanted to see if I liked this.

"I read online," I admitted. "And got some stuff to prepare."

"You did now, did you?" he replied. Amused. "Well don't let me stop you." Reading my face he asked. "Would it help if I went down to the bar for the next half hour?"

"Maybe," I admitted.

"All right," he whispered.

By the time he came back, I was freshly showered and face down on the bed, lube on the side. I'd had to read about which one to get, too. I'd never done anal, with a guy or a woman... the closest I'd got was porn stories and videos about men penetrating women in the ass.

I didn't know exactly how guys did it, though I'd watched some gay porn recently too. I didn't know what position Austin liked. But as I heard the key card reader click and Austin walked in, I heard the approval in his voice.

"Nice," he said. Already he was unbuttoning his dress shirt and kicking off his dress shoes. "You look so fucking hot, Mr. D."

I was about to say something about how he was partly responsible for my looks, as my trainer, but instead I looked back and smiled. "Just go easy, OK?"

"Yah," he grunted as he pulled out his belt and undid his trousers. He wasted little time stepping out of them, no longer careful to fold them or hang them up. He was just as quickly peeling those boxer briefs down to show off his cock. I couldn't believe I was about to take something that big. "I had to hide my hardon at the bar," he laughed.

His hands ran along my calves then he got up on the bed and crouched forward. I don't know why I wasn't expecting a rim job, but sure enough Austin's strong hands pried my ass cheeks apart and then dove in.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped. This was a novel sensation for me, almost ticklish, but it felt REALLY good. My prick throbbed against the bedsheets. I found myself involuntarily pushing my ass back into Austin's face. That excited him and he gave my cheek a light slap and drilled his tongue deeper.

I tried to minimize contact with the bed sheets, since I didn't to cum from the stimulation. Instead I rode the circuit between my cock and my ass. Maybe I wouldn't enjoy being fucked, but I sure as hell was enjoying this.

Austin was enjoying it, too. Eating me out like he'd been dreaming of feasting on my hole. His desire for me fed my ego and turned me on.

"God, fuck," he hissed as he pulled back and then stretched his muscled ex-jock body across mine to reach for the lube. "I could do that all night," he hissed.

"I won't stop you buddy," I growled.

He laughed. I heard the lube cap flip and then a squirt. Then I felt his finger press against my ring. "So, you never did this with any of your fraternity buddies?" He asked. Applying more pressure. I was nervous, but his tongue had felt good and the stimulation of his finger wasn't so different.

"No," I said. "Never."

"You ever want to?" he asked. His finger popped in. About an inch, then slowly more. It was OK.

I shook my head. "Not until you," I admitted.

"That's hot," he hissed. He slowly fingered me, then spoke again. "Going in with a second, OK?" It wasn't a question though but just a heads up. Already finger number two was slipping in beside his lubed index finger.

Somehow the thicker penetration felt better. Less like a prostate exam and more with a pleasant fullness. Austin pressed in deep and hit something inside of me. Maybe this was like a prostate exam. Yeah, here I was a 51 year old man and getting an anatomy lesson quick.

"Just imagine my dick there," he asserted. Not overstimulating my inner spot but definitely working just at the edge of it.

"You wanna put it in me?" I asked. Still afraid, but physically I wanted to feel this. Feel what Austin was describing.

"I've been wanting to for almost two years now," he said with a deep lust. "Maybe longer if I'm honest."

He pulled back his fingers and lubed his cock. Then he got in place. Not plunging in, but teasing my relaxing hole with his cock head to get me excited. It was doing the trick but so was feeling his toned, jacked body on top of mine, his strong legs against my inner thighs. It was sensual and roughly sexual at the same time.

"I don't see any rubbers," he said. "You OK with that?"

I blushed. I hadn't even thought of that and felt dumb.

Austin leaned down and kissed between my shoulder blades. "I've been tested and I'm safe, Mr. D. If you wanna..."

I could hear the desire and hope in his voice. "Yeah," I assented.

Just like that his bare cock entered me. He braced his hand on my shoulder. I thought at first it was to support his upper body, but I realized it was to reassure me through the penetration. The first couple of inches weren't bad, but somewhere inside I tightened up.

"You got this, Mr. D," he whispered. "You're doing great."

His reassurance and his patience worked. I wanted this to be good for Austin. Hell, I wanted it to be great. He'd given me so much happiness over the course of a few months, and I wanted to repay it. But it worked when I stopped trying too hard. When I let his hips and his glute strength take charge.

It was like he was waiting for that right moment, for the tightness to abate. Then he plowed right in.

"Oh FUCK!" he cried, no longer a whisper. "There goes your cherry, Scott."

My cock had softened some, but it was rock hard now and pressing against the sheets once more. I gave small thrusts of my hips to increase the feeling as well as work Austin's big dick in my guts.

He took that as a signal. He pulled out and just as quickly thrust in. I was no longer simply getting penetrated, I was getting fucked. The physical part of it took me by surprise, but there was also the feeling of this young athletic man on top of me, pumping away for his pleasure. Not rough, but with a real power to his fucking that felt primal and wonderful.

I had to raise my hips up, to keep my dick from being overstimulated. That worked for a half minute, then Austin's thrusting powered me to the mattress as his kisses along my neck grew fervent and his chest went flush against my back muscle. He was getting real close.

Not as close as me though. Once my dick pressed against the bed again, it all came together. Austin covering from behind, his breath and voice and sex grunts, the cock filling incredibly full and doing a number on my internal gland, the fiction against my prick. My response to his own pleasure above me and knowing I was making him happy. I gripped the sheets and let out a deep cry. I was having the hardest cum of my life.

"Fuck yes, Mr. D. Go for it. Come on my fucking cock!" Austin hissed, his own hips a blur as he pounded me off and worked up his own head of steam. Twenty seconds after my ejaculation I heard his roar and felt his body get rigid on top of me.

"God yeah," he cooed. "Sweet."

We slowed our mating to a stop. As he slowly pulled out, I swiveled my head to meet him for a kiss. He then sat up in the bed and I had to admire how impressive his dick was, still throbbing and wet with lube and cum. Lazily he reached out to stroke my arm as I turned my exhausted body to face him.

"I think you liked that, Mr. D," he grinned.

"I know I liked that," I assured him. Not embarrassed by the fact like I thought I'd be. "I had no idea."

"That mean I'm gonna get more tail from you?" he asked. Cocky a little but genuinely curious.

I nodded. "Yeah, Austin. I'm pretty sure you will. I'm glad you liked your birthday present."

He smiled. "The absolute fucking best, Scott." He reached over to grip the back of my neck to pull me into a deep, soft kiss.

[partiallypearl]

*at gun point* What are some of your jeyna hcs

i have too fucking many but aight let’s go

they first met on one of jason’s quests. hylla and reyna had just escaped from circe’s and the pirates, jason was just abt to fight the sea monster. they both help each other out and become tentative friends

reyna does not trust him as far as she can throw him for a while. it takes jason a long time to prove himself to her

when they get back to cj, first cohort almost immediately tries to get reyna to join them, but the idea of not being able to be friends with jason is what holds her back

the jellybean thing becomes a joke after a quest goes wrong in seattle circa ttc. turns out harpies love jellybeans and they will leave you alone if you sacrifice them

jason learned how to braid hair as a little kid (fully stealing this hc from one of @hecatea’s old fics) and he was in charge of reyna’s hair once it started growing back out

speaking of reyna’s hair, it was cut into a fairly short bob when he first met her, so the first time he sees it down and almost rib length, he does a spit take

jason has several lichtenberg scars on his back and shoulders and reyna has fallen asleep tracing them quite often

their first kiss was during their third quest together circa botl. reyna thought jason was going to die and grabbed him and kissed him before watching him walk into what they both thought would be a trap. he survived (obvi) and they didn’t speak about the kiss until his birthday nearly a month later

they never outright admitted their feelings for each other but it was one of those things everyone knows about

during the battle of mount othrys, reyna takes a knife to the stomach for jason, and he goes ballistic afterwards. the sudden surge of anger and devotion is how he got officially recognized as juno’s champion

he makes her promise that she won’t die on him. she’s too scared to make him promise the same to her

they start planning their trip to dalmatia as a joke during one of their smaller quests, but eventually they both become genuinely interested in doing it

reyna has/had an old polaroid camera that she used to take photos of anything and everything. her collection of photos of jason is the biggest

her favourite photo of jason is him staring out at the pacific ocean with a blue superman hat on and this pensive look on his face. it would have done numbers on tumblr

jason kept/keeps every single sticky note reyna has ever written for him. he likes to look at her writing when he isn’t feeling well

they both get elected to praetorship shortly after the battle of mount othrys. reyna’s incredibly happy about it. jason is not.

the night jason goes missing, him and reyna had just had a massive argument about his hatred of being praetor

reyna refuses to burn jason’s burial shroud for months until shortly before percy arrives at cj. it would mean admitting defeat and she won’t do that

she never tells jason what venus told her at charleston. even if/when they get together, she never tells him

now this is fully hc, but i like to think that instead of jason dying, he just fully detaches himself from the demigod world and after a few years, him and reyna meet again at a coffee shop or something in san francisco and they slowly repair their broken friendship

[3tabbiesandalab]

Anaconda

Well someone had to write something based on this Lewis photo, so why not me? 

A very very dumb fic. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader

Featuring the chaotic Hangster and their love of ‘One Tree Hill’.

I know. A very weird combo. But it’s been a weird week. 

And most of my fics now start with Maverick having a crazy team building idea apparently. Oh well!

No real warnings. Just a that I can’t write dance sequences very well! And lots of mentions of what Bob’s working with. 

My masterlist if you’re interested

I hope you enjoy this pile of stupidity!

A loud, long, frustrated groan came from Bob as he stared at himself in the mirror in his ‘costume’, if you could even call it that. He was so incredibly nervous about this, and he flew dangerous missions for a living. He knew he’d agreed to it, but now that it was actually happening, shy, happy on the sidelines Bob was sure he was going to die of embarrassment.

It had all started innocently enough, as another one of Maverick’s bizarre team building exercises. Thankfully this one had been planned out a little more thoroughly than his other ridiculous ideas, but alcohol and the chaotic couple of Hangman and Rooster had become involved, and the plan spiralled.

Fucking Hangman and Rooster. Or Hangster, as they now liked to be called.

Maverick’s bonding ideas were based on all kinds of strange things, and that now included an episode of ‘One Tree Hill’ he’d watched during spending time with Penny’s daughter, Amelia. That is how his plan of the ‘Date with a Dagger’ auction, with all proceeds going to the American Cancer Society in honour of the late Iceman, had come about.

Of course Bob was on board with raising money for charity and he absolutely wanted to support Maverick with a cause that was clearly so important to him. But putting himself out there, being the centre of attention like that, was downright terrifying.

Unfortunately the night that Maverick had brought it up, was the night that Bob had decided to let his hair down a little at the Hard Deck and get a bit drunk. Bob had never seen the TV show they were talking about, but easily imagined the auction scenario. He commented out aloud how nervous and worried he was that no one would bid on a date with him, especially when the rest of the Dagger Squad was on offer too.

That was mistake number one.

His very boozed up friends reassured Bob, in varying and somewhat shitty ways, that someone was sure to bid on him.

First, a tipsy Coyote reminded him. “Don’t stress Bobby. Not everyone is after the jacked up, ‘sex on legs’ type.”

And although he was right, Bob wasn’t the muscle upon muscle wet dream the others were, the comment didn’t comfort him in the way he assumed Coyote had intended it to.

Next Payback clapped him on the shoulder and said, “Geeks get the girls.”

Bob knew he was smart, a little awkward and wore glasses, but his friends knew he’d been born and raised on a ranch, and could ride a bull and play the drums, so geek seemed a little extreme. Even though Payback probably meant for it to sound nice, it didn’t really lift Bob up at all.

“You’ve got that whole innocent boy scout thing going for you. Cougars love that shit man.” Fanboy giggled drunkenly at him.

He was sure Fanboy meant for it to be helpful and Bob knew he looked young for his age, but he certainly wasn’t innocent, not by any means. He wasn’t opposed to older women either, but a date, even for charity with a hard-core cougar would scare the fuck out of him.

Phoenix grinned at him with glassy eyes. “Bob. You give off major german shepherd energy. Mr dependable, responsible and loyal. People eat that crap up.”

Bob rolled his eyes at her weird, backhanded compliment. She wasn’t wrong, he prided himself on being reliable and trustworthy, but men and women weren’t going to bid on him just because he looked like a good person.

Rooster waggled his eyebrows at him. “You have a massive wang, Bob. Wear tight pants and you’re good to go.”

Everyone laughed loudly at that one and Bob shook his head in defeat. The size of his penis had become somewhat of an obsession with the squad since Hangman had caught a look at it one day. The idea that the quietest, most softly spoken team member had the biggest, well member, was initially a shock but now was an endless source of amusement for them.

Thankfully they moved on quickly and the group started enthusiastically talking about ‘One Tree Hill’ with Maverick. Bob was the only one who had never seen it, and Hangman was apparently a huge ‘OTH’ fan. He tried to follow along, but the plot about rival basketball playing half-brothers who’d never spoken despite going to the same school in the same small hometown for their whole lives, seemed a little far-fetched.

It became intense as they discussed who was on ‘Team Brooke’ or ‘Team Peyton’ and Rooster enthusiastically stated that ‘Naley’ was actually the best ship on the show. Bob had no clue what that meant but thought whoever this Lucas guy was, he sounded like a prick if he kept swapping back and forth between two best friends.

He lost interest and his eyes wandered the bar until they found YFN, as she wiped down a nearby table. YFN was Penny’s niece and the woman that Bob had it bad for. She was so beautiful, smart, kind, and witty and always took the time to talk with him. He sighed heavily as he gazed at her, he was firmly on ‘Team YFN’.

Bob watched her work for a moment and wondered if he’d ever have the balls to ask her out. YFN met his eyes, and she gave him a little wave. His eyes comically widened when he was caught staring and his mouth went dry as she crossed the short distance to him, with a tray of drinks in her hand. She wore a gorgeous, bright smile and he sat bolt upright and braced himself for their interaction. He usually turned into a shy, stuttering idiot around her.

“Hey Bert…” and Bob melted at her sweet voice and the stupid nickname she had given him. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but couldn’t help but overhear about the auction. Your friends have a fucked-up way of telling you how great you are, but they’re right. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” YFN said warmly, as her pretty eyes twinkled.

Bob blushed hard. He hadn’t realised she’d heard the conversation, including the stuff about his dick.

“I’ll have to start saving.” she murmured softly as she moved closer to him.

“W-why’s that?” he managed to stutter out in response, trying not to get hard at her closeness and her jasmine perfume surrounding him.

YFN smiled shyly at him as she replaced the empty glass in his hand with another neat whiskey and her fingers lightly brushed his. She was so thoughtful and Bob’s whole body lit up at her simple touch.

“Because I want to be able to afford you.”

Bob inhaled sharply at her implication that she wanted to win a date with him. He took a large gulp of his whiskey for courage and finally tried to make his move.

“I umm. You ah… We could…” He was totally unaware that the others watched as he failed miserably trying to flirt back.  

He felt emboldened by the booze, but she was so close to him and that made Bob’s brain malfunction, so he struggled to complete a sentence. Someone kicked the leg of his bar stool and that snapped him into action.

“I doubt anyone else will b-bid on me, but I can umm… I’d like to ah take you on a d-date even if you lose. I mean if you want to that is.”

“Yes. I want that. I’d like that a lot.” And YFN leant into him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

Warmth washed over him like a wave, and he grinned like a fool.

The bell over the bar rang, signalling some poor schmuck had to by a round for everyone.

“I better go help.” she smiled sweetly back at him. But her smile turned salacious, and her eyes sparkled with humour “I’m still gonna keep squirrelling my money, Bert. Don’t want any cougars after that huge cock of yours.”

The squad burst into hysterics and Bob choked and coughed on air and she gave him another quick peck on the cheek and walked away giggling. Fanboy elbowed him and Payback slung an arm around his shoulders as Rooster and Phoenix made fun of him.

Eventually the laughter and the ribbing died down and he sipped his drink and gazed at YFN as she served the flurry of patrons. He couldn’t quite believe what had just happened and he reached up and touched his cheek where she’d kissed him and paid no attention to the team conversation about the auction.

That was mistake number two.

Eventually someone cleared their throat loudly and deliberately and Bob turned towards the group, his trance not quite broken.

“So you’re in then Bob?” Fanboy questioned.

Bob nodded, still dazed from the booze and his moment with YFN.

“And you agree to be a part of everything we just talked about?” Maverick asked warily.

Bob smiled at him and sincerely said “Yeah. It’s important to you Mav. Of course I’ll do it.”

“It is. Thanks kid. But you’re sure you’re happy to do this? Bob, you’re sure about the entire plan?” Maverick repeated cautiously.

“I am. Promise! Cross my heart and hope to die.” Bob replied drunkenly as he drew a little cross over his chest and he became distracted by watching YFN again.

Rooster snorted.

Phoenix waved her hand in front of his face. “Earth to Bob.” His blurry eyes returned to the group, and he focused on her. “You do realise what you agreed to. Right?” she looked at him with a half amused, half worried look on her face.

“Ah… Yes?” he answered gingerly, now not quite sure he did in fact know what he had just promised to do.

Hangman jumped up, fist pumped the air and practically squealed “Fuck yes baby.”

“Oh my god” Coyote laughed, “You’ve got no fucking clue, do you?”

Payback stood directly in front of him and put his hands on Bob’s shoulders like a person who is about to break bad news to someone would. “Well Bob for starters, you’ve agreed to be auctioned last.”

Bob nodded and shrugged “That’s not so bad. Maybe it’ll…”

“He’s not done.” Phoenix cut him off quickly.

“How do I put this…” Payback started to say.

“Season 4. Episode 12 baby. You’re doing a strip tease with me and Coyote!” Hangman clapped his hands together excitedly.

Bob paled. “Whhaat?” he wheezed.

“Mouth helps Nathan and Skillz enter an amateur strip night to try and win money cause Haley just got hit by a car, but Mouth…” Rooster started explaining.

“Wait. No spoilers! Amelia and I only got up to season 3 last night!” Maverick panicked and put his hands over his ears.

Bob sat there in shock. “A strip tease?” he whispered to no one in particular.

“Think of the money for charity it’ll bring in Bob. You were worried no one would bid on you. This will definitely help.” Phoenix commented.

Fanboy grinned at him. “You can’t back out now. You crossed your heart and hoped to die.”

“But me? Next to them? Two living, breathing ken dolls? I’m gonna look stupid.” he countered gesturing to Hangman and Coyote.

Hangman laughed lightly. “Baby. We might have the charm, the arms, and the abs to get everyone going… But as soon as you - the shy, nerd reveals his third leg… You’re gonna make it rain!”

Bob blanched as his friends cracked up at the visual. He took another big gulp of his whiskey.

“Don’t worry. No nudity Bob. Just down to your jocks.” Rooster winked.

Payback chuckled. “Yeah man. Don’t think the navy or Penny would be too happy if you guys went the full monty at the Hard Deck.”

He took a deep breath. Bob was drunk, he shouldn’t agree to this right now. He preferred to be on the edge of a scene, not right in the middle. But he could dance a bit and his body wasn’t bad so it might not be totally awful. Maybe it would help to make sure he got some decent bids and he had promised Maverick after all.

“Okay. I’m in. A strip tease for charity.” he blurted out.

Maverick gave him a satisfied clap on the shoulder. “Thanks kid. They’re right. It’ll bring in some good donations.”

“Damn. That is a shame.”

Bob’s head whipped around to see YFN grinning at him despite her disappointed tone.

“I’ll never afford you now. You taking your clothes off is bound to drive your price up.” she whined as she faked a pout and that drew his attention to her lips.

He almost groaned out loud because he wanted to kiss those plump, pink lips so badly. Pity he was such a bumbling mess around her. But Bob now knew YFN liked him, and he felt very daring from the drinks, enough to just agree to a strip tease.

Fuck it.

YFN was close enough to him, so Bob leant his body forward and reached out with his hand and grabbed hers. She squealed in surprise as he pulled her between his legs. They both sighed when Bob pressed his lips to hers softly.

“I’m more than happy to put on a private show just for you babygirl.” Bob drunkenly teased as he wrapped his arms around her waist, and his fingers danced up her spine. A surprised YFN blushed a rosy pink and smiled shyly at him.

“Aaarggh! I’m dating her aunt for christ sakes Bob. I’m out of here.” Maverick called out in outrage as he quickly got up and made a beeline for the bar.

The others whooped and laughed at both Maverick’s discomfort and Bob’s out of character public flirtation.

“Fucking hell. That’s what we’re talking about. That ‘shy boy goes sexy’ shit. Maybe we should be the ones who should be worried about dancing with you.” Coyote chuckled as he fanned himself with his hand.

Bob grinned then suppressed a moan as YFN turned in his arms and pushed her ass against his groin. Once the booze wore off, he was probably going to turn back into a stuttering idiot once again. Luckily for Bob, YFN seemed to like his usually awkward self and she had a naturally bold personality, so he was very sure it was going to work out just fine.

“With Hangman’s costumes and my music choice, no one will be able to resist you.” Rooster claimed suggestively.

That gave Bob cause for concern. “Wait a second. I didn’t know about that…”

“Nope. Too late! You agreed to everything. You promised.” Phoenix interrupted.

“Don’t worry about it baby. Roo and I are gonna take real good care of you.” Hangman drawled seductively.

Fucking Hangster.

Bob gulped. Suddenly, knowing Rooster and Hangman were in charge, the strip tease started to seem even more terrifying.

…….

Bob took a big swig of whiskey straight from the bottle as he waited in the staff bathroom at the Hard Deck. He cursed himself in the mirror repeatedly for drunkenly agreeing to the ‘Date with a Dagger’ auction, but he figured getting smashed again would probably help, so he took another long drink of booze.

Bob stood there and stared at himself in the ‘final reveal costume’ Hangman had chosen for him.

A pair of skin-tight, lycra trunks.

Coyote, Bob, and Hangman would strip down to them towards the end of their dance. Hangman had decided on a red, white, and blue pair to show they were patriotic navy boys, and it was no surprise Bob had ended up in the white trunks.

He sighed. Even though it wasn’t a thong, Phoenix had thankfully talked Hangman out of that, the jocks literally left nothing to the imagination. Bob wasn’t stupid, he looked pretty good, and that was the whole point of them and the rest of the get up. The shy, unsuspecting nerd with a decent cock hidden away.

Bob dressed in the rest of the outfit – his own glasses, a white button up, a red bow tie and plaid tearaway pants with suspenders. He had no idea where Hangman had found stripper friendly pants like this, let alone the jeans he had for his own cowboy attire and the bottoms for Coyote’s sleek black suit.

As far as Maverick’s weird team building exercises went, this was up there with the strangest. But Bob had to admit, apart from the almost gripping fear he was experiencing right now, it had actually been pretty good for him. In order to coordinate their ‘performance’, Bob had a lot of fun and had become closer with Coyote, Rooster, and Hangman as they hung out a lot while preparing for tonight.

The squad had also started watching ‘One Tree Hill’ together in their spare time. It was ridiculously unbelievable that as a teenager you could start a successful fashion line, run a nightclub, get attacked by your fake brother who is actually your stalker, and be allowed to get married in high school to the guy who lost his virginity to your sister, only to run off and tour America singing. Even so, Bob had conceded that the show was actually pretty addictive, and at least he now knew the reason why Hangman tried to paint the door of his naval housing bright red that one time.

The absolute best thing to come out of Maverick’s idea though, was the fact that he was now with YFN, the adventurous, intelligent, funny girl he’d been enamoured with forever. They’d been together since that night at the Hard Deck, and Bob was incredibly happy and in love.

He could hear the loud excited chatter at the Hard Deck, the promise of a date with a naval aviator had been enough to draw a very large crowd. Bob was so nervous and started having second thoughts; he wasn’t so sure if he could do this.

“Hey Bert. How’s it going back here baby?” YFN asked him softly as she walked into the bathroom. She stepped closely into his space and tried to tame one of the errant curls in his hair.

Bob relaxed slightly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and allowed her touch and jasmine scent to invade his senses.

“There’s a whole lotta people out there. I’m kinda shitting myself.” Bob chuckled anxiously.

YFN hummed. “Well I came to bid on and watch my man dance.” she said sweetly as she backed away from him.

He watched entranced as she started to unwrap the front of her dress.

“But if you don’t dance for me. Then you won’t get to see me dance for you.” she purred as she opened her dress to reveal her perfect tits in a navy-blue lacey bra and her pretty pussy covered by tiny matching panties.

Bob groaned loudly and had to work hard to keep his cock in check. “Fuck, babygirl.” he whined as he took in the incredible site that was his sexy girlfriend.

“Hang on. Is this? This is just like Skillz and Devon in that episode of ‘One Tree Hill.” he mused.

YFN winked at him and blew him a kiss as she turned to walk away. “Thank Hangman and Rooster, Bert. They thought it might be a good idea for me to watch it. Just in case you needed a little push to get your hot piece of ass on stage.”

Fucking Hangster.

…….

The auction part of ‘Date with a Dagger’ was going pretty well. Hondo, who acted as MC and auctioneer, reminded the audience of the rules, particularly that the winning bid didn’t include sex with the aviators. As each one of the squad stepped up, he read a little blurb about them as they strutted their stuff around a makeshift stage to a song of their choice. Everyone, except for Bob that is. Rooster had chosen his song and it was apparently a surprise. Thankfully he knew the music they were dancing to and that song too, had been specifically chosen with him in mind.

Maverick went first to the sounds of ‘Danger Zone’ by Kenny Loggins, and only got an initial bid of $8 until Fanboy called out and raised it to $50 with a reassuring smile. A bidding war then broke out between two twenty-something year old women who, Bob assumed with his limited knowledge of psychology, probably had ‘daddy issues’. Maverick looked extremely concerned until Penny came to his rescue and outbid them with $250.

The foxtrot team of Payback and Fanboy went as a duo, dressed in matching suits they carved up the stage with a coordinated routine to the original version of ‘Just the Two of Us.’ Hondo spouted arbitrary facts about the two men and stressed they were two for the price of one. It turned out the multiple cougars at the bar were very interested in them and several of them bid aggressively against each other until Payback’s wife swooped in and put a stop to it with a bid of $570.

The notes of Jerry Lee Lewis’s ‘Great Balls of Fire’ signalled Rooster’s turn and he strutted and wiggled his way around in his signature Hawaiian shirt and aviators. Hondo started to read his card “Like his call sign suggests, he has a big….”

He stopped himself just in time and flat out refused to read the rest. Rooster laughed at his response and did push ups on stage as Hondo ignored an incensed Hangman’s bids. He banged the toy gavel on his hand and auctioned Rooster off for $485 to some random and very excited woman.

Bob watched with a grin as his pilot took to the stage. Phoenix looked stunning in a gold dress, as she commanded everyone’s attention as she always did, to Beyonce’s ‘Run the World’. Hondo hadn’t even opened the bidding, when multiple men and women started to call out dollar figures.

“$600!” Bob shouted from the wings of the stage to encourage higher offers and Phoenix winked at him. Although he would have been happy to pay it, he was overjoyed when a pretty blonde out bid him by $80. And both her and Phoenix seemed happy about the outcome too.

“Now ladies and gents. Our last three men aren’t for sale just yet.” Hondo explained to a chorus of disappointed groans from the women in the crowd. “Don’t you worry, they will be. They just have a little something special planned for you all. So please dig deep for the American Cancer Society. Now put your hands together for Lieutenant Bob Floyd!”

This was all part of Rooster and Hangman’s stupid plan. He’d be introduced first, but auctioned last after he, as they called it, ‘dropped his big bomb on the crowd’ during the strip tease. Even though there were a lot of people and Bob didn’t love being the centre of attention, he was drunk enough to walk around just being his shy and awkward self.

Bob rolled his eyes at a laughing Rooster as ‘Whatta Man’ by Salt ‘n’ Pepa played as he wandered about the stage slightly embarrassed. He didn’t listen to Hondo’s commentary, instead he searched the crowd for YFN and smiled shyly when he found her. She looked around and covertly lowered the neckline of her dress to reveal the top of her lacy bra and winked at him.  Bob blushed bright red as he remembered her promise and hurried off the stage as his friends catcalled and woof whistled at him.

Coyote and Hangman followed in quick succession as the group was terrified Bob was going to bolt before the big finale. Coyote looked suave in his suit and dark sunglasses and showed his swagger as 2Pac’s ‘California Love’ played and the crowd hooted and hollered. And Hangman dressed in his full Texan get up, complete with cowboy boots and hat, strutted his stuff to ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’ as the loud screams of multiple women filled the Hard Deck.

Fuck. It was time.

“You’ve got this Bob. Keep your eyes on YFN. And just enjoy yourself.” A tipsy Coyote hyped him up as he took a shot a tequila.

Hangman came off stage with a massive dumb grin on his face, he had clearly been drinking too. “Ready baby? Remember, you’re sexy as fuck. If I wasn’t in love with Roo, I would be all over your sweet little ass. C’mon. Say it with me. I’m sexy as fuck…”

Bob took one final pull from his bottle of whisky. No big deal. It was just dancing to raise money for charity. It was only a few minutes of his life. He could do this.

“I’m sexy as fuck.” he said determinedly as adrenaline and whiskey coursed through his veins.

Hangman jumped up and down like an excited puppy. “Atta boy! Now don’t poke anyone’s eye out with that thing.”

Bob laughed loudly as ‘Anaconda’ by Nicki Minaj started playing. He knew the song was coming but he still thought Rooster was a little shit for choosing it.

Coyote could dance pretty well and had been in charge of the choreography. To most people’s surprise, Bob had some moves, but Hangman was a disaster and jumped and flopped around like a middle-aged dad. They coordinated for a bit with their practiced moves, well Coyote and Bob did. They rolled, twisted, wiggled, shimmied, and twerked the right body parts at the right times during the song.

Bob found YFN in the screaming crowd of men and women and he smiled at her. She cheered with a huge grin on her face as she watched him with eager eyes. He kept his focus on her as he removed his suspenders and shirt in time with the music and the women squealed, presumably when Hangman and Coyote revealed their six packs.

He laughed as Hangman, with ‘Toy Boy’ written across his chest in blue writing just like Nathan had in ‘One Tree Hill’, lost track of their dance and just started grinding himself on the stage in a valiant effort to look like Channing Tatum. Coyote and Bob kept moving with the music and Hangman joined back in when they turned around with their backs to the audience. As soon as the song mentioned butts, they ripped away their pants to loud shrieks and hoots.

Bob was actually enjoying himself and grinned at Coyote and Hangman as they shook their asses at the crowd. He knew he was in pretty good shape too, toned arms and abs with muscular thighs and a bubble bum, but he was packing something a little extra than the other two. Hangman winked at him when it was time to turn back around and face the crowd.

As soon as Nicki rapped about some dude named Michael with a dick bigger than a tower, they spun back around and started gyrating their hips. Bob’s adrenaline was pumping, so without really even thinking about it, he gripped his dick in his hand. The squeals and the screams from the crowd crammed into the small space of the Hard Deck, was deafening.

Bob snorted as Phoenix, Payback and Fanboy jumped up and down and screamed his name. Rooster woof whistled repeatedly, and Maverick put his head in his hands in both shock and embarrassment. YFN caught his eye and winked again and laughed breathlessly as the woman next to her gawked at him with an open mouth.

Their choreographed moves had finished, so they just danced freely around to the rest of the song. For Hangman that comprised of hip thrusts, white boy twerking, slut drops, and Bob yelped when he smacked him hard on the ass. Coyote moved around the stage suggestively and actually looked like a male exotic dancer. People threw money at him, and one woman even reached up and tucked a note into his trunks.

Hangman smirked and moved the cowboy hat from his head to Bob’s as he dry humped his leg. Bob snorted at him and whipped out some basic hip hop moves to the beat of the music. He locked it down, did some stick and rolls and happy feet, and walked it out. He knew his cock flopped around while he danced and even over the music, he heard the gasps and all kinds of things being shouted that caused him to blush heavily.

“Oh my god.”

“Holy shit.”

“Look at that thing.”

“Jesus christ.”

“Fuck me dead.”

Bob finished with a moonwalk before the attention became too much for him and he tried to fade into the background and let Coyote and Hangman keep the spotlight for the rest of the song. He smiled widely and laughed loudly at them while they tried to do the lift from dirty dancing as the music finished and they ended up as a pile of limbs on the stage.

He walked over and offered them both an arm and pulled them on their feet and they grabbed him in a huge hug as the crowd screamed and cheered. Hangman took their hands and forced Bob and Coyote into a dramatic bow and Bob doubled over in laughter when he blew kisses at Rooster who caught them in his palm and held them over his heart.

Phoenix jumped up and down like a small, excited child and Fanboy and Payback started a ‘Bob’ chant which took off and soon enough the whole bar rhythmically called out his name. He blushed an even deeper colour and suddenly felt very exposed, so he quickly found his shirt and put it back on leaving it open and took Hangman’s hat off his head and covered his junk.

“Hear that? They fucking love you Bobby!” Coyote shouted joyfully as he wrapped his arms around him.

Bob chanced a small look at the crowd and gave them a shy smile and a little wave. A large number of ‘awwws’ came from the women in the audience. He found YFN and winked at her and she beamed at him as she clapped her hands and chanted his name along with everyone else.

Hagman grabbed him and gave him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek as the crowd finally started to die down. “Told you. You’re as sexy as fuck!”

“Alright, alright, alright.” Hondo did his best Matthew McConaughey impression. “Settle down folks. It’s time to put your money where your mouth is and bid on these boys.”

Hangman was first up, and he copied his boyfriend’s move from earlier and did some push ups as the bids came from women and men, thick and fast. The winning bid of $1000 came from a very possessive Rooster, who jumped on stage and kissed Hangman deeply in front of everyone.

Bob laughed as Coyote went through a series of body building poses while Hondo opened the bidding for him. The winning amount was $890 from a very attractive woman who Coyote had been eyeing off earlier in the evening. Bob guessed the rule about no sex would be broken by the end of the night.

It was now his turn, and he was scared shitless. A small part of him still thought that no one would bid on him, and the other part was terrified of the thought of spending time with some random stranger.

“Now ladies and gents, we have our final date of the night. The very ah… surprising Lieutenant Bob Floyd. One of the finest WSO’s the navy has to offer who just so happens to be packing his very own AIM-9 sidewinder. Do I hear $100 to start?” Hondo laughed heartily.

Bob was mortified and stared at the floor as people shouted out their bids on him. He couldn’t bring himself to listen and nudged a piece of discarded clothing in front of him with the toe of his shoe.

“Pay attention baby. Your cock is making bank.” Hangman laughed.

He finally looked up, bidding was down to two guys and one girl, and they intensely traded large figures back and forth as Hondo tried to keep track. Bob looked for YFN, but she wasn’t standing where she had been earlier. He momentarily panicked when he couldn’t find her, he really needed her to bid on him.

“Two thousand, one hundred and twelve dollars and fifty-three cents!” a familiar female voice shouted loudly.

Bob’s eyes bugged out of his head, that was a lot of money. YFN stood on top of the bar smiling widely as she shook the wad of cash in her hand into the air.

“Holy shit. Sold!” Hondo exclaimed and hit his hand with the toy gavel.

Bob grinned at YFN, and her eyes flickered with heat as she bit her plump bottom lip. He groaned as he remembered what she wore under her dress and gripped tightly to Hangman’s hat that hid his hardening dick from view. He was absolutely going to break the auction’s no sex with a dagger rule.

Rooster stood on stage with his arms wrapped around Hangman. “Thank fuck she got him.” he sighed and sounded relieved.

Hangman chuckled at his boyfriend. “Yeah, that would have been so awkward.”

Bob was thrilled that his girlfriend had won him and not some random person but was surprised at their reaction to the outcome of the auction.

“Huh?” Bob wondered out aloud as he watched YFN hop off the bar and push her way through the people to get to the stage. He couldn’t wait to get that dress off her.

“We might have put together a little something for you and YFN. Just like Naley.” Rooster smirked.

“Season 1. Episode 8 baby.” Hangman grinned.

Bob rolled his eyes at their obsession with ‘One Tree Hill’. He racked his brain for what it could be; the dagger squad had made him watch so many episodes in a short space of time.

He grimaced when he remembered Nathan and Haley get married in season one. “Oh god. Please tell me you didn’t plan a wedding. I love YFN… but I haven’t even told her yet…”

The couple laughed at him. “Chill baby. It’s a scavenger hunt date, just like Brooke set up.” Hangman reassured him.

“You guys are so weird. But thank you. That’s sweet of you.” Bob said sincerely.

“We do everything with your best interests at heart Bob. Surely you know that by now. Now tell us more about how in love you are with YFN.” Rooster teased.

Bob smiled warmly at the couple. He had no idea how these idiots ended up as his friends and even though they tended to put him weird situations, it always seemed to work out well for him.

“I adore her. I know it’s quick. But I’m so in love with that woman.” he breathed dreamily.

“That’s good to know Magic Mike. Cause I happen to be in love with you too Bert.”

He froze at the sound of her voice from behind him. Hangman winked at him and grinned, and Rooster waggled his eyebrows and made kissy faces as they walked away.

Bob beamed at them as he felt YFN’s arms wrap around him from behind and her warm body press into his back.

Fucking Hangster.

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Gravedigger’s Daughter (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part two

I play with Hangman’s backstory a LOT here lol fair warning. I’m not sure if he really got one in the movie or not (I don’t think he did), but I read that they asked Glen Powell to add some southern charm since he was raised in Texas, so I’ve been running with that. Anywho! Happy reading

Summary: You’re finally back in Fightertown to visit Penny and Amelia, but there also happens to be a group of aviators back at Top Gun. One of which who seems dead-set on wooing you.

Warnings: more shameless flirting, some angst if you squint really hard, and maaaayyybeee a sexy thought or two

WC: 3,498

You contemplate for hours about going back to The Hard Deck that night. But Amelia ends up spending the night at her friend’s house, so you almost have no choice. You can’t stay at home with her and watch movies, so naturally, Penny asks you to join her at the bar. And you’d look incredibly weird to say no.

No aviators are inside when you arrive, surprisingly, but you know they’ll all be along soon. But even without them, the place is packed.

“Hey,” Penny starts, pausing to breathe, “you know I’d never ask, but this was an unexpected rush--”

“Move over,” you laugh, walking around the bar. “What am I pouring?”

Penny smiles in relief and points you in the direction of some patrons she hasn’t gotten to yet.

It’s been a while since you’ve helped her here, but the role is easy enough to slip back into. People want their beer, and as long as you pour it, they’re happy campers. Bonus points if you flash a grin, engage in some small talk, and entertain some flirting from the men.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Penny says once the rush dies down somewhat.

“It’s no problem. How do you manage?” you ask genuinely, turning to someone who just approached the bar with an empty glass. “What’d you have?”

As you pour their refill, Penny answers you. “I don’t know. I really don’t.”

“Here you go,” you hand off the beer, turning back to Penny. “Well. I’m glad I came in when I did.”

“Me too,” she says. “Any idea where all the pilots are?”

“Oh, who knows,” you shrug. “Why? Looking for Mav?”

“Maybe,” she gives you a look, but then her eyes flick toward the door. “Speak of the devil.”

“And he shall appear,” you finish, turning your head to see Maverick has arrived. Along with Hangman, Rooster, Coyote, Phoenix, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy. The whole entourage.

Everyone except Hangman walks to Penny’s side of the bar. Hangman, of course, comes straight to you.

“They’ll let anybody in here, huh?” you call out.

“Ouch,” Hangman replies, sidling up to the bar, resting his elbows on the wood. “That hurts, sweetheart.”

You smile. “What do you want?”

“One for me, one for you,” he grins, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “The usual.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You trying to get your ass kicked again?”

“Maybe,” he muses. “How about you join us for a game of pool?”

“Hmm,” you think it over. “Teams or solo?”

“Whatever you want, darlin’.”

“Bad decision, Hangman,” Maverick comments from the other side of the bar.

“Oh, come on,” you retort. “I haven’t played pool in years, Mav.”

“I doubt that makes any difference,” Maverick replies, sliding onto a stool. “I’ll be keeping my ass up here.”

“Smart man,” Penny comments. “Your usual?”

“Please,” Mav says, smiling sweetly at her. It’s sickening.

“Alright, fine,” you bite, reaching down and grabbing two glasses. “We can play. But I’m supposed to be helping Pen.”

“The rush is done,” she chides. “Go have fun.”

“You heard her,” Hangman quips. “Come have some fun.”

You give him a look before turning around to pour two beers. You wouldn’t be entirely surprised if you turned back around to find he was staring at your ass. You hate that you don’t entirely mind if he is.

You spin back around and hand him his beer, tipping yours back for a drink. “Ready?”

“Whenever you are,” he replies, making you roll your eyes.

You pass the group of aviators and call out a hello, earning greetings in return. When they see where you’re headed and who’s in tow, you hear Fanboy say, “Ohhhh, shit.”

“Lemme guess,” you start, pausing to sit your beer on the windowsill. “You’re the best of the group?”

“How’d you know?” Hangman grins, grabbing a stick.

You take more time than needed picking out your stick and chalk. Maybe it’s hustling, but you’ll call it getting comfortable. “Just figured you’re trying to level the playing field after last night.”

“Maybe,” Hangman shrugs, grabbing chalk. “Want me to rack ‘em?”

“Ha, no,” you reply. “I’ve got it.”

“Please crush him,” Payback says.

“Don’t worry, I will,” you reply, grabbing the triangle rack. “8 ball, I’m assuming?”

You fill in the pool balls, making sure the 10 is in the middle of the third row. You put one on top of the second row, looking up at Hangman. He’s watching you closely, with something in his eyes you can’t quite place.

You jerk the rack and the ball jumps into the final hole, filling the rack and nestling tightly. One of the aviators whistles loudly. That’s a trick you didn’t have to do, but you definitely wanted to.

“Fuck,” Hangman mutters under his breath.

You pull the rack up and hang it back on the wall. “Your break.”

“Thanks, sweetheart, how kind of you,” Hangman smiles, placing the cue ball where he wants it. “Stripes or solids, honey?”

“Your break, Hangman,” you repeat. “Your pick.”

He shoots the ball forward, and immediately a stripe lands in the left corner pocket. “Stripes it is.”

“Stripes are unlucky if you ask me,” you grimace, watching him shoot again.

He lands another ball. “What makes you say that?”

“I’ve only ever played solids,” you smirk.

Hangman lands another. “It’s looking pretty good to me.”

“For now.”

He shakes his head with a smile. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“Gladly,” you grin. He misses. “Ouch,” you echo him from earlier. “Sucks.”

“It’s alright,” Hangman replies, gesturing to the table. “Let’s see how you do.”

“Loser buys drinks?” you ask.

“Sounds good,” he says. “As long as you’re willing to spend some money.”

“Please,” you deadpan. “We’ll see about that.”

“Keep talkin’, honey,” Hangman smirks.

You take your shot and sink a solid pool ball. “That’s one.” You turn and sink another. “Two.” This time, you have to walk around and adjust, but you take another shot. “Three. Four. Should I go for five?”

“If you so desire,” Hangman replies through a clenched jaw. “My wallet is burning already.”

“That’s five,” you pause, looking up at him. “Six?”

He shrugs, but he’s biting back a smile, his tongue curled against his molars.

You purposefully miss the shot, deciding to back off a little. “Damn. Your turn.”

“I was just getting comfortable here,” he groans, feigning annoyance.

“Oh, so sorry,” you frown. “Miss your shot and you can get comfortable again.”

“Nice try,” he replies sweetly, bending down to shoot. “Damn. You messed up the board, huh?”

“Shut up,” you say through a laugh. You grab your beer and take a sip, watching him adjust to get a better angle. He bends over and his pants stretch against his ass. You look for just a little too long and—

“Like what you see?”

Your eyes snap to his and his cocky smile. “Nope.”

He shakes his head. “Dear Lord, woman.” He takes the shot, almost sinking a stripe, but it bounces.

“You’re not doing too good tonight,” you comment.

“You fluster me, sweetheart,” he replies, holding out his arms. “What can I say?”

Rolling your eyes, you shoot and sink your sixth. “One left.”

“Then the 8,” Hangman adds.

“Yes, I know,” you mock. You sink your seventh solid. “Shall I go for the 8?”

“Go ahead,” Hangman says. “I’ve already accepted that I’ll be buying another round.”

You take your shot and the 8 sinks right into the hole. “Looks like you’re right.”

He hangs his head in defeat. “Alright then.” He rests his pool stick against the wall. “Let’s go.”

You turn and see another wave of people entering the bar. “Actually, I probably need to see if Penny needs any help.”

“I’ll keep you company,” Hangman takes your stick and rests it next to his. “Come on.”

You give him a stern look. “Don’t make me ring the bell on you.”

“I’d never disrespect you, darlin’,” he grins.

You walk off before he can catch your smile.

Penny wasn’t going to ask for your help, but you give her no choice before you begin pouring drinks and handing off glasses to impatient customers.

Hangman stays true to his word (not that you were worried) and keeps his mouth shut at the bar. You don’t even realize that you haven’t given him a refill until many minutes have passed.

“Shit, sorry,” you grab his glass. “Totally forgot we came up here for refills.”

“It’s alright, you’re busy,” he replies. “You look good up there.”

You slide his glass across the bar, fighting back a smile, honing your scolding glare instead. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he winks, raising his glass to toast you.

Once the rush dies down again, you stay to help clean glasses. Penny is at the other end of the bar, talking to Maverick, of course. Hangman has remained on this one stool at your end, sipping his beer quietly. His friends have moved to the pool table, and you thought surely he’d join them, but he hasn’t.

“You grew up here?” he asks, though it’s posed more as a statement.

“Yep,” you reply. You evaded his small talk all night so far. It’s no wonder he’d choose this moment to weasel it in. “Moved here when I was just a year old. That’s when my dad was called to Top Gun.”

“Wow,” Hangman says slowly. “You never thought about joining the Navy?”

“Please,” you give him a look, then shake your head. “Absolutely not. It’s not for me.”

“Understandable,” he shrugs. “It’s not for everyone.”

“Is it for you?”

“It’s in my blood,” he says, not mocking, this time more matter-of-fact. “My father was in the Navy, so was his father. My mother’s father as well.”

“Wow,” you reply. “You weren’t kidding.”

“Why would I be?” he sounds defensive, understandably.

“Most guys who say the Navy is ‘in their blood,’” you use air quotes, rolling your eyes. “They’re full of shit. It’s not in their blood; it’s in their ego. There’s a difference. Those guys are absolute jackasses. My dad worked with quite a few.”

“Oh,” he nods. “You can sniff out the bullshit then.”

“From a mile away,” you add, grabbing another glass to wipe down. “You’re cocky, but you’re serious about what you do. I can tell.”

“A compliment like that from Gravedigger’s daughter?” Hangman whistles lowly. “I’ll drink to that.” He takes a long sip, then says, “Wanna join me for some darts?”

You’re mid-pouring yourself a beer and you shake your head. “You never learn, do you?”

“Nope,” he shakes his head, grinning wildly. “And I hope I never do.”

+++

When Hangman finally returns to the barracks at Top Gun, the entire team is camped out in the hallway, outside their respective doors.

“Hangman came home alone again for the second night in a row? Say it ain’t so!”

“I don’t need a song, Fanboy,” Hangman scowls. “What are you all doing out here?”

“Waiting on you,” Coyote says.

“We figured you’d have someone with you,” Payback chimes.

“Where is she?” Phoenix asks.

“At Penny’s, I guess,” Hangman replies, turning toward his door. “When did you become so concerned about who I sleep with? Usually you’re complaining that it’s too loud.” He plasters his famous shit-eating grin on his face, hoping it’ll make them let this go. But it doesn’t.

“That’s just it,” Rooster speaks up. “It’s been quiet.”

“Too quiet,” Bob adds. “It’s weird.”

“Seriously?” Hangman laughs. “Well, if you have to know, Y/N is not here and will not be here. Is that better?”

“Whatever,” Phoenix shrugs, still looking skeptical. “Something’s up with you.”

“Nothing is up with me,” Hangman replies, quickly growing defensive. “I’m getting some sleep. We’ve got another long day tomorrow.”

A chorus of “goodnight’s” follow him into his room until he shuts the door.

It’s true, he’s the Flirt of the group. Even when they were going through Top Gun together, no one said a word about it. Hangman figured this time around would be the same. He’d fly under the radar as he spent so much time with you. No one would think anything of it.

But this change in behavior is suspicious enough for his fellow pilots to catch on. Now they’re certain something is up with him, and well, they’d be right.

The only thing up with Hangman is you. Just, you. He can’t get you out of his head. Ever since you walked into The Hard Deck two days ago, he’s been off his game. Or at least, he’s felt like it.

No one has ever flustered him this way. You spar with him verbally, dodging all his charm and throwing some back at him. You’re quick on your feet, a menace at darts and pool. You understand the life he leads, on a level he didn’t comprehend until tonight. You’re everything he’s been waiting for, everything he’s wanted, and yet.

You’re unavailable. You’ve made it clear that it’ll never happen, that you won’t let it.

You didn’t say you couldn’t be friends, though, so that’s what Hangman has been trying to do, even though he has no idea what he’s doing. He doesn’t know how to be “just friends” — not with someone like you.

But if that’s what he has to do to see you more before you go back to San Diego, and he goes on this mission next week, then he’ll do it. He’ll do whatever you want him to.

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You spend the next evening with Amelia, which means you aren’t at The Hard Deck.

Penny texts you and tells you that Hangman is looking for you, but you don’t reply to her. Amelia asked to watch a rom-com, so that’s exactly what you do.

The two of you definitely stay up a little too late considering she has school the next morning, but you don’t care. You know Penny doesn’t mind. But at breakfast the next morning, you pour Amelia a cup of coffee that isn’t decaf.

Naturally, you find yourself at The Hard Deck for the day, helping out Penny with whatever she needs.

The aviators don’t show, but you aren’t surprised. One day of beach football is probably enough, before Maverick gets in trouble even more. You can hear the jets, though, so you know they’re doing maneuvers.

It’s incredibly soothing to hear the engines. You’ve missed it.

The way they rip through the air, rattling your brain. It never terrified you, not even when you were younger.

You can still hear them in San Diego, but it isn’t the same as being here, being this close.

It’s a stupid idea, but part of you wants to see if Maverick might let you visit Top Gun, just for a day. Just to walk around the tarmac, see the planes, feel their wings. Nothing crazy.

“Hey, weird question,” you blurt, getting Penny’s attention. She lifts her head, listening. “Would Mav let me visit Top Gun?”

“Why?” Penny starts to smile.

“Not that,” you chuckle, knowing her mind has gone right to Hangman. “I just miss the planes, I don’t know. I didn’t want to ask him if it’s not allowed. Things have changed since I was a kid.”

Penny smiles sympathetically now, understanding. “He’d love to have you.”

“Maybe once they’re done with whatever they’re here for,” you suggest. “I don’t want to be in the way.”

Penny shrugs. “It’s worth asking. You never know.”

So, you do.

Maverick shows up first, unsurprisingly. He says the rest of the crew are on their way, which you don’t doubt, but you’re glad for a moment alone with him, with no one listening in.

“Quick question,” you start, and Mav raises his eyebrows. “Feel free to say no, by the way,” you add.

“Now you’ve got me worried,” he chuckles. “Spit it out.”

“I don’t know what you’re doing at Top Gun or why, and I know I’m not allowed to know — I’m not asking. I just was wondering if it was possible to visit. Just for an hour, maybe.” He doesn’t say anything, so you continue. “I miss the jets, Mav. I miss them like hell. It’s been so long, and hearing them today,” you pause, shrugging. “It’s stupid, but I feel like I need to hug one.”

Finally, Maverick grins. “Why didn’t you ask sooner?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he replies. “I’ll make a call right now, see if we can’t get you over there tomorrow once we’re done training. I don’t see why it would be an issue.”

“Don’t get yourself in trouble,” you warn.

“Oh yeah,” Maverick laughs. “They’ll love to have you.”

You punch his shoulder and walk off, back to the bar with Penny. True to his word, Maverick steps outside with his phone pressed to his ear.

“Where’s he going?” Penny asks, nodding toward Mav.

“Making some calls,” you explain. “Looks like I might be going to Top Gun tomorrow.”

“Atta girl,” Penny smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Ah, your favorite has arrived.”

“My fav—? Hangman,” you deadpan, looking up to see he’s making a beeline for you.

“Hey honey,” he says, leaning on the bar top with that stupid grin of his. “Where were you yesterday?”

“Watching a rom-com and stuffing my face with ice cream.”

Hangman looks genuinely hurt. “And you didn’t invite me?”

“I was with my niece, idiot,” you laugh. “You miss me or something?”

“Only every minute,” he winks. “You gonna let me buy you a drink tonight?”

“I’ll never say no to free beer.”

“My kind of woman.”

“Your kind of woman is one who breathes.”

“Your point? Are you not breathing?”

You stare at him tiredly, and he starts laughing. The sound is so sweet that you want to shove him, but you don’t. Instead, you pour two beers and walk around the bar, taking the stool next to him.

“How was your day?” you ask, surprising yourself.

“Pretty good, kicked some ass,” he grins. “Maneuvers went well.”

“I could hear you guys,” you reply. “I forgot how soothing it is.”

“To hear the jets?” he questions, eyebrows raised. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nod seriously. “It’s my favorite thing. I would fall asleep quicker with the jets than I would a lullaby when I was a kid.”

“Damn,” Hangman shakes his head, grinning wide before sipping his beer.

“I told you I grew up in this world,” you reply, just a little confused by his reaction.

“It’s hot.”

“Careful,” you warn.

“Alright, alright,” he backs off. “I won’t say it. I’ll just think it.”

You give him another tired stare, but he winks. You wonder if that’s his way of saying you’re hot again, but without words.

Maverick renters the bar with a triumphant smile, coming straight to where you and Hangman are sitting.

“Well,” Mav starts. “An old friend said he’d like to see you tomorrow.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Who?”

“Rear Admiral Solomon,” Mav says, waiting for it to dawn on you. “Or call sign—”

“Warlock? He’s a Rear Admiral now? I didn’t know he was back here,” your thoughts come out fast. You haven’t spoken to any of your dad’s buddies in years, with Warlock, it’s been even longer. Probably since you were 13.

“Hang on,” Hangman interjects, holding up his hand, his fingers just barely brushing your arm. “Are you coming to Top Gun tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” you say.

“Yes,” Maverick says instead. “She is. But not until after training.” He turns to you. “I’ll text you when to head over.”

“Okay, thanks,” you murmur.

Part of you didn’t expect them to allow it, especially given Maverick’s reputation. Apparently yours as the Gravedigger’s daughter outweighs his trouble-inclined attitude. But now that you have the go ahead, you’re suddenly nervous.

“So,” Hangman says, sounding a little too excited. “Can I give you a personal tour?”

“That’s a great idea,” Maverick says, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Fuck off,” you swat at Mav, who laughs and walks away, heading toward Penny. You look at Hangman skeptically. “You want to give me a tour?”

He puts a hand over his heart. “It would be an honor.”

“I grew up there. I don’t need a tour.”

Hangman sputters for a moment. “Well—”

“I’m teasing,” you nudge his arm. “Sure. If I can handle it, I’d love for you to walk around with me.”

“Music to my ears, sweetheart,” he replies.

“Mhm,” you raise your eyebrows. “Until you realize I know more than you.”

You expect that to start another round of bickering between the two of you, but it doesn’t. Hangman’s reply surprises you. “I already know you do.”

His admittance and blatant honesty makes you smile, and dammit, sit a little closer.

You’re already going back on your own rules, but you can’t help it. Your time is limited here. The end of your time off from work is fastly approaching. You’d rather spend it happily than be miserable, even if that means getting too friendly with a naval aviator who you know is no good for you.

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter VII

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Light me up

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, p in v, ass play, Christmas kink, spanking, etc.

2 months pass in the blink of an eye and it’s December before you know it.

Thanksgiving was celebrated with Bradley at Penny and Pete’s as your dad went with your step-mom, Laura, to her side of the family. You had been invited but declined, only having a few days off work, but you promised you’d make it for Christmas.

You haven’t said it yet, but you were in love with Bradley. He was everything; kind, selfless, affectionate, goofy…and the sex. The sex was incredible. Bradley was insatiable, you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Though you dabbled some, you recently discussed your kinks, the things you two want to try, and the things you two don’t. Thankfully your lists are very compatible and you’re excited to do new things together.

“What are you doing for Christmas this year?” You ask as you place ornaments on the little tree you picked out with Bradley for your apartment.

“Not sure yet. There’s always a standing invitation to go home with Sunny, but she’s bringing Bob to meet her parents, and I don’t want to impose on that. Pete said I can come over too. You?” He says, kneeling to dig into your Christmas decor tote.

“I was wondering if you’d want to go to Colorado with me. My dad and Laura have been dying to meet you, and I’d like to spend it with you…if you want?”

“Yeah, I’d love to,” he smiles, “when are you planning on leaving?”

“The 22nd, our flight leaves at 7 AM.”

He laughs, “And what if I would’ve said no?”

“I had a hunch you’d say yes, but I got refundable tickets just in case.” You say with a wink.

“How much? There’s no way I’m letting you pay for mine.”

“I’m not telling you. You never let me pay for anything. Consider it your Christmas present if you must.”

“I can’t do that, Row. Please let me—what is this?”

You snort as he pulls out a red box with the words ‘Naughty or Nice’ printed in cursive on it. “I forgot about that. I had a white elephant gift exchange with my book club girls last year. It was inappropriate gifts only.”

He opens the box and his eyes widen at its contents. A candy cane striped dildo, red satin cuffs, a green vibrating butt plug, a Christmas tree-shaped riding crop, a remote-controlled white cock ring, and lube among other items.

A naughty idea comes to mind.

You tsk at him as you saunter over to him. “Bradley, did I tell you to open the box? Why do you think it’s okay to go through my things?”

He looks up at you, puzzled. You wink and he catches on. “No…I wasn’t thinking. Sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” you raise his chin with two fingers to look at you. “Go to my bedroom, get undressed, then wait on the bed and think about what you’ve done until I get there.”

He nods, getting up to walk to the bedroom as asked, a red flush creeping up his neck.

You smile to yourself as you finish placing the last ornaments on the tree and pick up the box before following him.

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You don’t look at him as you enter the bedroom. You set down the box and strip down to your bra and lacy underwear before you address him. “Do you know why you’re in trouble?”

“I went through your things without asking?”

“Yes, that and?”

“Uhh…I’m not sure?”

“You argued with me about paying for your plane ticket instead of saying, ‘Thank you, Rowan.” You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing as you watch him struggle to not fight you further. “So what do you need to say, Bradley?”

He sighs. “I’m sorry for going through your things without asking.”

“And…?” You prompt.

“Thank you, Rowan”. He finally concedes.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He flushes further and shakes his head.

“Now, stand up and turn around. I think you need to be reminded of your manners.”

He shudders but does as he’s told. His cock is hard and leaking precum through his boxer briefs.

You press yourself to his back. “Color?” you whisper.

“Green” he whispers back.

You pull his boxers off and he steps out of them. “Hands on the bed. Make sure you keep them there.”

He does so and you admire the view before you slap him hard on his right cheek. He inhales sharply and exhales slowly when you spank the other side.

You give him a few more swats to each side, his ass tinted a nice pink. “Have you learned your lesson yet?”

“Why? Is your hand sore?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. Brat.

“Hmm, guess you haven’t.” You say as you pick the crop, enjoying the way he flinches when you crack it on your palm.

You land a harsh smack to his right cheek and he fails to stifle his gasp before you hit the left equally hard.

You give him a few more lower, right on his sit spots. His ass is bright red and blotchy, you throb at the sight and the thought of him remembering this every time he sits down tomorrow.

You lower the crop and press up to his back again. “Still green?” You ask as you reach around to stroke him. He groans out a ‘Yes’ and his hands grip the comforter.

“Good. A few more should do it.”

You don’t hold back as you land the last few blows.

“Fuck!” He cries as the last one catches both cheeks. You place the crop back in the box and take out the lube and plug next, squeezing a dollop on your finger before setting both on the bed.

You reach for Bradley’s cock again, stroking it while you run your finger down his crack to circle his hole before pressing in gently.

Bradley whimpers and his hand leaves the bed to halt the movement on his cock. “Sorr-ah, fuck. I’m too close.”

“Did I say you could move your hand from the bed yet?” You say lowly, pushing your finger in farther.

“No, I’m sorry. You’re right. Shitshitshit, I don’t-I just don’t want to cum yet, please Row.”

You sigh heavily and release the hold on his cock, but push a second finger into his ass.

Bradley whines when you pull your fingers out to replace them with the plug. “It’s not much bigger than my fingers, but tell me if this is too much, okay?

He nods, a choked-off gasp ripping from his throat as the toy breaches him. “Almost in, you’re taking it so well. There. That’s a good boy.” He whines, arms shaking as he waits for your next instructions.

“I’ll be back in a second, lay on your back okay?”

You quickly wash your hands and return to the bedroom, picking up the cuffs as you walk to the bed.

“I don’t need those, I’ll be good.” He begs, a fucked out expression on his face.

“Hands up. Should’ve thought of that before, huh?”

He lifts his arms for you. “Color?” You ask as you loop the cuffs through the wrought-iron frame.

“Green.”

You break character, by giving him a small kiss.

You scoot back down his body and sink down on him with ease and a satisfied sigh, your arousal coating halfway down your thighs.

You circle your clit with your fingers as you ride him slowly, listening to him beg for you to go faster. You get yourself off twice before you turn around, reverse cowgirl style. You reach between his legs; one hand rolling his balls and the other moving the plug, angling it at his prostate. You turn the vibrations on without warning him.

Bradley’s back arches and he keens, absolutely wrecked as the vibrations stimulate his prostate. He plants his feet and he fucks up into you, the new angle hitting your g-spot.

“Get there Row, please. I’m gonna cum” he grits out, arms straining against the cuffs.

You resume the circling on your clit and cry out, the orgasm taking your breath away as it pulses through you. Bradley cums too with breathy whines. You clench involuntarily at the sounds you’ve never heard him make before.

You reach down to turn the vibrations off and pull it out gently.

You roll off next to him, needing to catch your breath before you clean up.

You reach up to untie the cuffs, rubbing his wrists and arms before taking them down. Next, you clean him up and then yourself, and return to the bedroom with some aloe. He’s half asleep.

“Hey baby, turn over. I want to put some aloe on your tush”.

He laughs sleepily but turns onto his stomach, hissing when you squirt it on his skin. “It’s cold!”

There are a few raised Christmas tree prints, but it would probably be mostly gone by tomorrow You’re a little sad about that.

He groans as you rub the excess aloe into his lower back. “That feels amazing.”

“Yeah? Want me to keep going up your back?”

“Sure, if you want.”

And you do want to. You want to do everything in your power to give him some of the happiness he so deserves. You watch as he turns to mush under your hands, his whole body fully relaxed as he succumbs to sleep.

You pull the sheets and comforter over him before climbing under yourself and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “I love you,” you whisper to his sleeping form.

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Soft humming and the smell of something delicious cooking wakes you up.

“Breakfast and coffee for my beautiful woman,” he says, coming into the room wearing your apron and handing you a plate with a cup of coffee, made just how you like it.

“Thank you, so I need to spank your ass to get breakfast in bed?” You ask with a grin, knowing he makes you breakfast every chance he gets.

“Guess so,” he grins back, turning to get his plate from the kitchen. You choke on your coffee when you see he’s not wearing anything under the apron, faint red Christmas tree marks still present on his ass.

“You okay in there?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Have you looked at your butt this morning?” You laugh.

“No, why?” He steps in front of your mirror, “Oh. Well, that explains the soreness when I got outta bed.” He chuckles, wincing slightly as he sits on your bed. You notice a tent forming in the front of the apron though.

“So…was last night okay?”

“It was amazing, you’re amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before. I barely remember you rubbing my back.”

You smile, “Good. I liked it too. A lot.”

You finish eating, discussing the details of your upcoming trip, and take his plate to clean up.

You smile as you walk out of your bedroom. Bradley put the finishing touches on the tree and hung the icicle lights in the windows.

“It looks so nice in here, thank you. How long have you been up?” You say as you start washing the dishes.

“A little over an hour,” he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You’re the best.” You turn your head for a kiss. “Got anything going today on before the Dagger party tonight?”

“Nah, not really. Was thinking about decorating my place. Wanna help?”

“Sure! Then we can make snow angels for two hours, then we'll go ice skating, then we'll eat a whole roll of Toll House cookie dough as fast as we can, and then we'll snuggle.” You laugh, quoting your favorite Christmas movie, Elf.

He laughs too, “We’ll have to save the snow angels and ice skating for Colorado but cookie dough and snuggling? I think I can make that happen.”

You pack an overnight bag with your outfit for the party tonight, sneaking a few of the toys from the ‘Nice or Nice’ box in too, and meet Bradley waiting by the Bronco for you.

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A/N: I just love Christmas. What do you think Rowan packed from the box? 😏

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For you

Chapter 1

<<Prologue

Synopsis: now back on board her tardis, the doctor finally finds out just what you are.

After the kerfuffle that was finding the tardis, the doctor placed you down gently. She smiled before walking up to her ship. You could hear her talking to it and it made you smile. She was so strange.

"Mad, isn't she?" Yaz appeared beside you, ready to help you inside. Nodding, you turned to her curiously.

"Have you known her long?" Happy you were now talking, yaz looked your way with a grin.

"Nope. 'Bout two days? We're only here because she messed up a teleportation device." Taking interest, you thought for a minute, wondering if your original thoughts were correct. She couldnt be, could she?

"What species is she?"

"No idea, she just kind of appeared on earth. Crashed through a train actually." Yaz explained, laughed whilst you just looked confused. Upon seeing this the human girl stepped back.

"Wait do you know what a train is?"

"Right, fam. If you lot could just hang fire. I'm gonna take (y/n) to the med bay." Of course, everyone was understanding and waved the doctor off as she took hold of your hand. You felt a little warm, leaning into her side for support whilst she guided you through the new corridors.

"Gotta say, I love what the tardis has done with herself." She grinned, taking in the combined rustic and modern designs. You agreed, finding comfort in its dark interior. Though, after hearing what she had said, you furrowed your brows and looked up at the doctor.

"Tardis?" Your voice was quiet but the blonde picked up on it easily and hummed. Her hand curled around your waist, pressing you against her more firmly.

"Yes. Amazing ship, as you can see it's bigger on the inside. It stands for time and relative dimensions in-"

"-in space." You finished her sentence, leaving her wide eyed in surprise. The doctor pushed open the door to the med bay and quickly got you sat on one of the beds. For now, she was choosing to believe you were just incredibly smart, in order to know what the tardis stood for.

"I'm gonna give you a scan. See if everything is OK. Treat your wounds." You nod, watching her type onto some machine. Soon you realised it was the scanner as, after a quick press of a button, a blue light drew over your body. It was at this point the doctor realised just how exhausted she was. It was all catching up to her. Once the scanner had stopped, you looked over to the doctor and inhaled deeply. Now incased in a dull, golden glow, the doctors hand gripped at the cabinet she was leaning on.

"Doctor." Taking note at the concern in your voice, she gazed down to her hand and let put a noise of annoyance. She stood straight and shook her hand furious.

"Its nothing, Its just-"

"Regeneration energy." This time, the doctor knew you weren't just 'incredibly smart'. No, there was more than that to it. Even if the obvious was staring her right in the fact, the doctor looked at the monitors and felt her breath get caught in her throat.

"Two hearts." You just looked at her nervously, not sure on how she would take this new information. The blonde walked up to you, pressing her fingers to the side of your neck. Making eye contact, you could see it sink it.

"You're a time lord." She breathed, stepping back. Bobbing your head slightly, you looked aside.

"So are you." For a moment, just two just stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

"How did you get there?" The doctor asked, collecting a bag from a nearby cupboard.

"I dont remember. Its fuzzy." You told her, watching as a blue liquid was pulled from the bag along with cotton pads. Before she did anything, the doctor observed you in great detail. As if she were examining you, searching for lies. There was none.

"What's the last thing you do remember?"

"War." She inhaled sharply at your response before smiling sadly.

"Its gone, isn't it? Our planet? It was destroyed, right?" You were sure of it, even if your memory was corrupted at that time.

"Yes. By me." Expecting you to lash out, the doctor was surprised when you seemed relieved.

"That's okay. I understand."

"Okay? All those innocent lives, your family?" All you did was press your lips together.

"They gave me up, doctor." Face softening, the elder cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over it gently. You couldn't help but blush, leaning into her touch naturally.

"This is going to hurt."

"That's okay." So, she got to work and you watched as the bruises disappeared and the cuts scared. The doctor was right though, it did sting. Seeing your tensed frame, she apologised quietly.

"I'm sorry, love. We're done now." Helping you down, the doctor smiled warmly before putting everything away.

"Now then. Let's get you some food. Then to sleep. We can talk more once you've rested up." You agreed, walking down the corridor with her.

"What about you?"

"Oh I'll rest as soon as I drop the gang back on earth. They'll want to go home." You weren't so sure either of those things were true. But you hummed nevertheless. Your eyes were growing heavy, the day catching up on you. The doctor must have seen this, her hand stroking your hair affectionately.

"You'll feel better soon. I promise."

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Day 3: Sensory deprivation / Overstimulation / Isolation

Characters: Helmut Fullbear, Otto Mentallis, Bob Zanotto

Warnings: Panic attacks, references to drugs

Summary: Helmut volunteers to be the first human guinea pig for Otto's new invention. Nothing can go wrong there.

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Helmut filed into the Heptadome with the rest of his friends, watching as they began taking their seats on their usual beanbag chairs. Seeing Bob settle into his seat, he grinned, and abruptly plopped down next to him. Bob's face flushed as he scooted over to make room. "Helmut...!" he whispered.

"Yes?" Helmut replied, leaning against Bob's shoulder.

"Knock it off, you two," Ford said as he walked past, swatting his hand in front of their faces. "We got some important business to attend toOOOO—!"

And immediately Ford was yanked by a transparent blue hand into Lucy's seat as she gave him a playful look. "I don't know, Crully, I think they have the right idea."

Helmut and Bob couldn't resist a laugh as Ford's face flushed as well.

Meanwhile, Otto cleared his throat from his place in the center of the chairs. "If you're done engaging in a study in hormones," he said, ignoring the laughter, "I have some important news!" He held up a small oval-shaped case, which he TK'd slightly above his hand for a better view. The color, a bright green with pale pink markings, sang a pleasant woodwind melody in Helmut's mind.

"Nice colors," Helmut said with a nod. "Has a nice sound to it."

Cassie tilted her head. "Isn't that just the smelling salts?"

"It was a smelling salt container, but I repainted it," Otto replied.

Bob leaned back against Helmut, crossing his arms. "So are we here to admire your incredible painting skills, or...?"

"While that would be nice, we're here to discuss something else."

"Good, because they look like a—"

"We're here to discuss what I've packed into this container," Otto went on, pulling the capsule back into his hand and holding it between two fingers. "You see, for the past week, Ford and I have been testing a new invention of mine: Super Sneezing Powder."

"Oh!" Compton scratched his head. "I was wondering where my pepper kept going..."

"I assume that's not something that's just for pranks?" Lucy asked, leaning closer as she draped an arm around Ford.

"No, this should never be used for pranks." Otto covered the capsule with his other hand. "This powder has the ability to cause someone to—quite literally—sneeze their brains out!"

Helmut exchanged a surprised glance with Bob, and noticed everyone but Ford and Otto doing the same with each other.

"We've successfully tested the powder a number of times now," Otto went on.

"Er—what, exactly, did you test the powder on?" Compton asked.

Otto avoided Compton's gaze. "We've successfully tested the powder a number of times now," he repeated, "and we believe that now is the time to move on to human testing."

"Wait, you want one of us to sneeze our brains out?" Bob asked.

"Correct. I believe we're ready to move on to that point. We just need a volunteer."

Ford nodded. "Yeah. And if y'all decide to chicken out, I'll be stepping in."

"Oh? Does that not make you the chicken, hoping someone else will take your place?" Lucy smirked, poking Ford in the ribs.

He swatted her hand away, only half-heartedly. "No, it means I'm givin' y'all to take the opportunity first if you want!"

"It sounds like a fascinating study," Cassie remarked, "but... is it safe?"

"Well, so far, we've not had a single death!" Otto replied. "So, there's that."

"What's it like?" Helmut found himself saying, leaning forward. "Like, when you're out of your body." Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Bob snapping his head toward him, but his partner remained silent.

"Now that is an excellent question!" Otto said, turning to face Helmut with a smile. "And that's exactly what we hope to find out! You see, while the initial tests were successful, we couldn't get much useful information out of our subjects."

"Th-they were animals, weren't they?" Compton shrank back. "Oh dear..."

"Maybe, Otto, you should have asked one of our zoolepathy experts for help on that front," Cassie remarked coldly.

"Ah, but it wouldn't be near as useful as a human subject!" Otto replied. "That's why we're asking for volunteers."

"You are asking for volunteers," Bob snapped. "There's no we here."

"There's me, too, Zanotto," Ford retorted, raising a brow at him.

"And me," Helmut said simply, his eyes still on Otto.

"What?!" Bob jumped up from his seat and stood between Helmut and Otto. "Helmut, no! You don't have to go through with that!"

"I know," Helmut replied with a shrug. "But I want to. It sounds cool."

"Excellent!" Otto exclaimed, perking up. "That's settled, then! You owe me twenty pieces of psitanium, Ford."

"Paaah—!"

"No, it's not settled!" Bob cried, shooting a glare at Otto. "I—can you give us a moment?"

Before anyone else could respond, Helmut found himself being ushered out of the Heptadome. "Something the matter, Bobby?"

"Yes!" Several plants around Bob coiled in on themselves aggressively. "I don't trust Otto with this! We don't know what's going to happen!"

"I mean, we haven't really known what was gonna happen with anything else we've done, either," Helmut shrugged. "Isn't that the point?"

"Well, yeah, but..." Faltering, Bob looked down at the ground. "It's just... messing around with our minds is one thing, but this is your brain we're talking about. This could really be dangerous."

"Otto said it wasn't—" 

"He said the animals didn't die!" Bob snapped. "Not that they were okay!"

"Hey, hey." Helmut bent down, taking Bob's hands and looking into his eyes. "Listen. If something happens to me, you have my permission to make one of your plants smack him in the face. Okay?"

Bob drew in a breath, staring into his eyes for a long moment. A pained look crossed his face. "...Why do you wanna do this, Helmut?"

Helmut frowned, glancing away. "Well... it does sound cool," he admitted. "But... also—if you're, like, just a brain, you can't feel everything else, can you? You don't have eyes or a nose or mouth or anything like that."

For a moment, his thoughts drifted back to the many times when he'd stood off to the side of the stage, and even when he knew there was no audience there to greet him, the bright lights and their glare and heat felt overwhelming, not to mention the sounds of the bulbs buzzing and the stillness of the theater. Or that time he tried going to a parade—it was incredible for all of five minutes before his head started pounding from the sound, and his vision swam from the overwhelming colors and voices and instruments, and within a few more minutes he was huddled against a nearby wall, his body shaking and his mind blank. Even small moments in the Gulch could be too much, when there were six different voices all shouting over one another, even in jest rather than anger.

He heaved a long sigh. "I just... think it'd be nice to not have to deal with that for a little while."

Bob was silent for a long moment, and Helmut's heart pounded. Just as he was about to apologize, Bob spoke up: "...So you promise you won't get mad if I smack him in the face?"

Helmut's face broke into a grin, and he wrapped his partner in a tight hug. "Nah, you do what you gotta do, Bobby."

—-

They met in Otto's lab. Helmut set Bob down, having levitated up there himself, and did not comment on the fact that Bob could have easily used a plant to carry himself up. 

"Good to see you!" Otto said with a smile. He was picking up a jar filled with a strange green fluid, and Bob eyed it warily.

"What's... that for?"

"Oh, this?" Otto lifted up the jar to indicate it. "Well, we can't have brains just lying around! This serum here preserves them and keeps them from getting infected."

Bob groaned, but Helmut stared at the fluid in interest. The sight of it gave off the pleasant taste of apple pie. "Woah, neat."

Setting the jar aside, Otto's expression turned more serious. "Eager as I am to get on with this, I do want to let you know what we know will happen next." He pulled the sneezing powder capsule out of his pocket and held it up. "I'm going to open this right beneath your nose, and you'll take a whiff, same as you would the smelling salts. Except this time, it will cause you to sneeze." Otto pointed a finger at his own head, then down to the front of his face. "Your brain will then exit out through your nasal cavity."

Bob winced. "Isn't there a better way you could do this?"

"Aside from cracking your head open, no," Otto replied flatly. "But from there, I'll place the brain in this jar to keep it safe. You should still be able to communicate with us, in theory."

"In theory?"

"After a few minutes, we'll take this—" he picked up a large metal funnel to indicate it "—and use it to insert your brain back into your body via the ear canal."

"Man, I want some of whatever you're on that makes you come up with this stuff," Helmut said with a laugh.

"Maybe later," Otto said dismissively, lifting up the capsule again. "On your end, I want you to focus on... well... whatever you can. Communicate with us, if you're able, and try to remember the sensations you experience when you're out of your body. I'll want to hear everything!"

"Got it!" Helmut nodded. "Sounds good to me."

"You're sure you want to do this?" Bob whispered, leaning close.

"It'll be fine, Bobby," Helmut whispered, patting his partner’s back before turning to Otto. "Let's do this!"

"Excellent!" Smiling, Otto stepped up to Helmut, holding out the capsule. "Cover your nose, Robert."

Bob gave him a look, but did as he said, plugging his nose and putting a hand on Helmut's shoulder. He gave it a squeeze, and Helmut was pretty sure it was mostly for Bob's sake, not his own.

When the capsule was placed under his nose and cracked open, Helmut took a whiff. Immediately he could discern the scent of about half the spices in Compton's cabinet, along with the worst itch he'd ever felt in his life, which was now directly inside his nasal cavity. His nose wrinkled as he drew in a breath, and he barely had time to register Otto scrambling for the jar of green fluid before—

"Ah—CHOOO!"

The world was gone.

There was no color, no sound, no scent, not even the taste of the crisp early morning air. He felt the slightest sensation that he was floating, but that was it.

This was definitely the weirdest trip he'd ever been on.

As weird as it was, it was the slightest relief to not be bombarded with the world around him, and he basked in the sensation of utter calm.

Yet... it wasn't—not entirely. Something was still nagging at his senses—or at least, one of them, anyway. Remembering what Otto had said, he focused on that, and realized it was his sixth sense—his psychic powers—that was still active. Curious, he reached out, and realized he could sense Otto and Bob nearby. In fact, he could roughly tell how far away from them he was. It wasn't far, and he perked up, trying to reach out to them.

"Hey, guys! This is awesome!" he said.

Except he didn't.

He didn't have a mouth to speak with, so no sound came out. It had nowhere to come from.

The thought sent a bolt of fear through him, but he shook his head—only to realize he couldn't do that, either. Okay. He reached out again, trying to figure out what he could sense, and realized they were talking. In fact, he could get a rough idea of what they were saying:

Get it under control! This is so unusual—

Him, not it! What is wrong with you?!

Yet knowing what they were saying somehow wasn't any comfort. For one, they were distressed, and two, he... couldn't actually hear them. It was them, but without their actual voices. If he thought for a moment, he could apply their mental voices to what he was sensing, but the fact that he had to do that at all was sending more ripples of panic through his mind.

It's okay, it's okay, he thought. I just need to take a breath—wait, no, I can't breathe. His eyes widened, except they didn't because he didn't have those, and he couldn't see and he couldn't hear or smell or feel, he could only think and he couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe—

Some nightmare loomed at the edges of his consciousness, circling around him with a speed he couldn't even comprehend, and he felt like he was surrounded, overwhelmed, with nothing to be overwhelmed by except the sheer amount of nothingness around him make it stop make it stop make it stop make iT STOP—

There was a sudden jerk, and abruptly the world was.

The fresh smell of morning assaulted his nostrils along with the remains of overly-spicy peppers and whatever earthy scents were emanating from the greenhouse below, and the water and the lab and the brain preservation juices and the awful cologne Otto was wearing. Bright colors stabbed into his eyes, from the sun screeching down into every gap in the lab, to the color of the jar on the counter, to the blue sky outside the window, and even Bob's jacket.

But even more than that—

"HELMUT, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"

"GIVE HIM A MOMENT! BUT, PLEASE, HELMUT, WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE, LET ME KNOW EVERYTHING!"

His heart pounded in his ears, his own breath sounding like the roar of a cougar.

"OTTO, HE'S NOT RESPONDING! IS HE OKAY?"

"I DON'T KNOW, HE HASN'T TOLD US! I'M SURE IT'S FINE, THOUGH. IT WAS ONLY FIVE MINUTES!"

"IF YOUR STUPID SNEEZE POWDER OR BRAIN JUICE DID SOMETHING TO HIM, OTTO, I AM GOING TO FU—"

"SHUT UP!"

The silence of the other voices made Helmut realize that the third one had been him.

But the world hadn't shut up—he could still hear his heart, his breath, the birds outside, the water, the wind, the creaking of the trees and plants and—

Bob's hand clutched his tightly, and while he felt like his skin was exploding from the contact, he gripped it for dear life as his breath came in shallow gasps, and what felt like no air entered his lungs. Already the world was starting to feel distant, now, the sounds and feelings and smells miles away from him. He was out of his body, but not like he'd been before. It was his soul, his soul was leaving his body— "Bobby—I can't breathe—I think I'm dying—"

"It's okay, it's okay," Bob whispered, squeezing his hand. "You're gonna be okay, just breathe." He forced out a laugh. "Hey, Compton's making soup tonight! I grew some really nice onions, and potatoes, and carrots, and Ford—Ford got some bacon, because of course he did—it's gonna be great, okay?"

Helmut listened as his partner continued to ramble, the soft voice gradually bringing him back as the harshness of the world began to fade. But by the time he was grounded, he found his head was pounding, and his nose ached—he didn't know his nose could feel like that—and the exhaustion he felt made it hard to move a single muscle in his body. He let Bob lift him up on his feet, and leaned heavily against him.

Abruptly he remembered what they'd been doing. He glanced up at Otto, only to look away again when he saw the agonized, distressed look on his friend's face, accompanied by clear tear streaks down his cheeks. Helmut had never seen him that distressed in his life.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Helmut," Otto choked out.

"It's okay," Helmut said, and even speaking felt like it took great effort. "I just... d-don't think I can do that again."

Otto let out a shaky sigh, and Bob led Helmut toward the doorway. A large vine reached up from the ground, ready to carry them both down, but before it did, it suddenly bolted out behind them.

Looking back in surprise, Helmut realized Bob had done the same, but his partner's face was contorted with rage. The vine, the width of a lamppost, was whipping toward Otto, who staggered back in terror.

Before Helmut could even gasp, the vine stopped inches short of striking their friend. It held there for what felt like an eternity as Bob glared into Otto's eyes, before slowly the vine pulled away, wrapping gingerly around Bob and Helmut and gently carrying them away from the lab.

[halfway-happyyy]

Would love something like you’re in labor and Bradley’s there. Just something fluffy :)

ask and you shall receive! also i've never been in labor, so i tried my best to figure it out.

warnings include: mentions of a (traumatic) labor/birth.

An intrinsic change occurs in Rooster Bradshaw a week after he finds out you’re pregnant with his child.

He stops vying for missions he knows he’d be hard-pressed to come back from.

Where he used to do a buck-thirty down the highway on any given day- rain or shine, he now obsessively follows the speed limit.

Unnecessary risks are simply a thing of the past.

So when the doctor tells you in the delivery room that your baby currently rests in the footling breech position (one leg below the buttocks, the other squished up underneath them) his initial reaction is anger. What went wrong? What could he have done differently to ensure that this didn’t happen? And then he starts to barter in his fury.

If you let my wife and baby come out of this happy and healthy, I’ll never ask for another goddamn thing as long as I live…

“I’m scared, Rooster.”

And he is too.

He’s absolutely terrified of the thought of you in pain or distress of any kind; and the idea of losing the ability to hold his child before they can even manage their first few breaths causes the hair to prickle at the back of his neck.

He takes your hand in his and kisses it. “Whatever happens next kid, it’s going to be alright.”

And this is how he pushes through the fear. Because when you’re this far in it- when it’s so close you can feel the blazing heat of it down your back, there’s no other choice but to dive further into it. So, he pushes the damp hair back from your forehead and places his lips there.

“You can do this, baby. I’ll be right here.”

And as he watches them wheel you away to the operating room, a piece of his heart splinters and dies.

Maverick arrives ten minutes later, perspiration shines on his forehead as he removes the aviators from his face. A sizeable bouquet of wrapped flowers hangs from his left hand. “How is she? I came as soon as you called.”

Rooster glances at him, unaware of how to broach the subject without falling apart. “She’s in operation.”

Maverick’s face drops. “Operation?”

Rooster swallows thickly. “The baby… somehow between our 36-week checkup and now, the baby’s changed positions to a partial breech. She’s gone in for an emergency c-section.”

Maverick drops to the bench beside Rooster, the right words fizzle and fade in the hollow of his throat. “I’m so sorry, Bradley.”

It’s the idea of losing everything he’s worked so hard for that brings him to the brink of insanity. So many things were ripped from him that meaningful connections became incredibly hard to come by, until he met you. And it was both terrifying and exhilarating to know that that part of himself didn’t die with his father.

“Did anyone else have a hard time writing their vows?” Rooster asks one evening over beers at the Hard Deck.

Bob pushes the wire-framed glasses farther up the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. “No, I had mine written a month after I met May.”

Hangman guffaws loudly at that. “I’m sure you did, Bob.”

“Oh, he’s not lying.” Phoenix affirms. “What have you got written so far, Rooster?”

Hangman reads the look on his best friend’s face like an open book, his expression incredulous. “Bradshaw, you’re getting hitched in three weeks, and you still haven’t written your vows yet?”

Rooster’s cheeks grow warm under the influence of beer and embarrassment. “I just… don’t know how to convey to her everything she means to me. What her love and support symbolizes.”

Coyote throws a dart at the board a few feet from them and turns to Rooster, his grin wide and infectious. “For the right price my friend, I would be happy to write your vows for you.”

Phoenix rolls her eyes and throws a napkin airplane at his head. “Don’t be a dick, Coyote.”

“I have a rough outline.” Rooster murmurs, defensively.

Phoenix places a reassuring hand over his shoulder blade. “Then the rest will fall into place, buddy.”

“She’s a fighter,” Maverick murmurs, piercing the silence and rousing Rooster from his reverie. “And if the baby she’s about to bring into this world is anything like its grandparents, then you have little to worry about. She is not alone in there, Bradley.”

And it’s then that Rooster hangs his head and gives himself over to the emotions he had been trying so hard to fight off.

And none of this is fair. His wife shouldn’t be in emergency surgery, and Goose should still be here.

Tears stream in rivers down Rooster’s face now but Maverick makes no move to touch him; his unwavering presence is enough- has always been enough. It’s the unshakable bond that two people who have lost something precious to them share. It’s an unspoken understanding; I miss them as much as you do. Rooster couldn’t comprehend any of it at the beginning; even balked at it, but Maverick’s existence in his life has always been a gift.

“I’m the last person you should be going to for advice on wedding vows,” Maverick laughs and throws down the wrench he had been using to tinker around his plane with.

Rooster can’t argue that; the man had been a bachelor his entire life. “You never thought you’d marry?”

Maverick laughs again. “Thought? Maybe. But expectation and reality rarely ever see eye to eye.”

Silence settles between the pair of them; words left unsaid but certainly felt. Maverick wipes the black oil from his hands on a worn cloth and steps away from the plane to give his full and undivided attention to Rooster. “For what it’s worth- she knows you, Bradley. In every way that a future wife can know a husband. And if you are honest in your feelings for her, the rest will fall into place.”

Rooster’s gaze drifts to the cork board a couple feet away. To the smiling photographs of his mother and father that decorate every square inch of free space and something heavy tugs at his heart. “I miss them, Mav.”

“Me too, kid.”

“Mr. Bradshaw?” Rooster jerks up from the curve of Maverick’s shoulder where he had dozed off. Your doctor is standing off to the side, an expectant smile pulls at the corners of her lips. “Your wife has just done a tremendous job. Would you like to come hold your baby girl?”

Rooster’s gaze travels to Maverick’s as if to check for confirmation, and the elder man nods his head, happy tears brimming in the depths of his blue eyes. “You heard her right, kid. Go get her.”

Rooster rushes down the hall to be next to you; holds your face in his hands like it’s the most precious thing in the world. “You did it, baby. I’m so proud of you…” His tears wet your face, mingling with your own as he peppers you with kisses.

“She has your eyes,” You whisper.

Rooster rises from his position at the side of your bed to take his newborn baby girl into his arms. She is breathtaking in her fragility; a true wonder to marvel at her. He traces a fingertip down the bridge of her tiny nose and beams at her. “Thanks for taking care of them, pops.”