#He’s so sweet and goofy and gentle UGH

[thefanciestborrower]

Bit of a random thought but out of all the ninja I can see Cole being the one who was the most careful and worried whenever they shrunk down when they first started because he’s the strongest and has had a history of not knowing his own strength at times (ie lava arms). Like at first he would be too scared to even touch a shrunken teammate.

But now? Now Cole is well aware of his own strength and limits and is now the most grabby, over the top of all the other ninja whenever someone is smaller (though everyone still knows he’s still the most careful)

YES YES ANON YOU GET IT Cole is simply, the gentlest man. He’s incredibly aware how strong he is and as a result actually tends to be the most delicate when handling the others a such a small size. He definitely was afraid to pick them up properly for a bit and would usually just let them climb onto his hands themselves, but as time went on and he got more used to things he absolutely got very playful. Now he knows exactly how much pressure he can apply without hurting them and he especially loves pinning Jay down with a fingertip just to annoy him. If you’re in grabbing range expect to be yoinked at a moment’s notice lol cause hey! He just likes carrying his friends around. Wu definitely helped teach him how to handle his tiny teammates carefully and is so proud of how gentle Cole is because that’s not really an easy thing to master. 

[urauntiefaye]

Can u also do losing ur virginity/first time with bnd legal line ?? 🫠

First Time With BoyNextDoor Legal Line 🌸🔞

CW: SMUT, mention of female anatomy, cussing on my end, virginity loss, ummm mentions of nicknames, thats all I can think of, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: this …this did things to me I didn't know could 

WC: 624

Content under the line!

Jaehyun: losing your virginity with Jaehyun would be so goofy. And I mean that as in he would try to calm your nerves down by making silly little jokes. He wants your first time to a good memory, honestly he might also be losing his to you as well but he won't tell you in fear he'll make you even more worried and scared. His big puppy dog eyes that are filled with so much love are always on your face scanning to see if there's any feelings of discomfort. But trust me he is just as nervous as you and is trying so hard not to cum too quick 😔. 

Sungho: FOREPLAY FOREPLAY FOREPLAY FOREPLAY, have I mentioned foreplay?. Man's is already a lover of foreplay, he finds it essential for sex. He will start off giving you nice back massage leading to him massaging and playing with your tits, then it'll lead him to softly fingering you 😭😔 need him I swear. I also feel like Sungho definitely will not actually have sex with you until you've cum at least twice either it be with his fingers or his mouth. He just wants to make sure his baby is all ready for his big cock. Sungho will praise you, saying stuff like “you're doing so well babydoll”, and “that's right, taking my dick so well~” will call you beautiful and everything

Riwoo: wants you to ride him, now this is because he is actually very scared of hurting you or possibly getting caught up in the act. So he wants you to take the lead first, so that you're more comfortable and going at your pace. He will struggle to not crumble and fuck up into you know you're a virgin. But the way you whine about how big he is and how you can barely take him is sending him into overdrive. He'll rub your side and try to distract himself by grabbing your ass or tits. He can't help it, he's very sensitive and having a goddess above him talk about how big his dick is? Sheesh he really might just bust right there. 

Taesan: Ah yes, Taesan, when this man found out you were a virgin he had a set mission! Now he won't ever force you into anything. But that won't stop him from trying to seduce you and have you crawling to him begging him to pop your cherry okay. The stares, the lingering touches, the subtle whisper. UGH, he makes it so hard. And when you do go to him you bet your sweet little ass he will tease you. He acts all mean and everything but as soon as it comes to the actual thing he will be gentle and soft with you, but with a bit of teasing here and there but he'll try to make it as comfortable for you as he can. Just don't expect him to act this way all the time during spicy time.

Leehan: He panicked. I won't lie, man is PANICKING, he's already lost his but it was to someone who was already experienced. He's never been with someone who has never had experience. But ohoh, does it unlock something dark inside of him. Leehan finally discovered he had a corruption kink and he honestly kind of loved the idea that no one has ever touched you before. He felt a little special, he'll try to be gentle he really will, and he'll be great at first! But then the dark inner Dom would appear and the degrading mixed with praise would start to leak out-. Please he's trying but you make it so hard with how cute you look all innocent and out of breath underneath him. 

[icebearpopsicle]

♡ SPICY SWEET ♡

Gojo Satoru X Bottom G.N. Reader

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ warning: bad smu, smut, bottom reader, overstimulation, slow burn sex (?)

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ word count: 900+

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ authors note: hehe i hope u like it

He is so gentle with you, always so calm whenever you're feeling stressed. He just knows how to calm you down whenever you're panicking over a task; anything he says is like music to your ear; his words just hypnotize you. 

You just can't get enough of him. His boyish smile, his white spiky hair that falls across his forehead messily, his almond-shaped cerulean eyes, his athletic physique, his loud and immature laugh, the way his eyebrows knit into a frown when facing something complex, and how his lips formed into a pout, spinning the pin between his long, calloused fingers or on his pouty lips. You loved how he would try to diffuse any serious situation with his goofy attitude even though it barely seemed to work, the way he was so confident in himself, his charisma, his lame jokes, which you couldn't help but laugh at even though it was so 

"(Name)!!"

"What is it, Satoru?"

"What do you call a fish with no eyes?"

"...."

"Come on... Don't be so moody, baby, pleaseeee!!"

"Ugh.... What?"

"A fsh!!"

".... What?" 

"You know like its 'f-i-s-h' yeah, but without an i' its 'f-s-h', geddit?" He asks, bending down his form almost comically.

"Your jokes are so bad, S'toru!!" You cry out, unable to hold the laugh that escapes your lips. 

"I got you laughing, though!" He says, smiling ear-to-ear, like he had accomplished something huge.

You could really just go on and on about how amazing he was.

Whether it's when you're anxious, emotional, excited, or angry, he was just the opposite, like a stubborn cat that wouldn't budge no matter how much you tried to shove it away.

 

But Lord, have mercy on your body if you ever even thought he would be gentle in bed.

Calling him rough is an understatement; he is relentless.

He is always so rough, and he will have his way; you don't know if he is making up for all the calmness that he exudes daily.

His stamina is definitely not the only big thing, so along with his dick and his stamina, it's safe to say anytime he is pissed or had a really bad day, you're going to be writhing from overstimulation. Like now.

You understand why he is so pent up. This mission was a long one; he was away for so long you had started to get desperate to just get one text message. So naturally, when he finally came home, you jumped to hug him the first chance you got. Carrying you to your shared bedroom as he gently placed you down on the bed, cuddling you and telling you details about how his mission went. 

You don't know when both of you went from spooning him to being under him as he grabbed both your arms with his left hand and his right, grabbing onto your right leg as it rested on his shoulder. Wanton moans escaped your lips, your breathing gradually becoming more rugged.

"Fuck!! S'toru... Right.. right there, shit!! Mmgnh..." You whined your legs trying to grip the bedsheet best they could as they slipped from in between your toes due to his harsh thrusts.

"Right... Ugh... Right fucking there, baby?" He moans in your ear, his voice husky as he postsions himself hitting that exact spot over and over again, making you scream with ecstasy. 

He let go of your arms, resting them beside your head, leaning on both of his forearms, and you grabbed onto his back, your nails biting into his shoulder blades. 

"Shit... You feel so damn good, baby fuuuuckkkkkkk." His moans filled your ears as you felt yourself orgasm again; you had lost count of how many times you had come. Every time you whined about how it was too much and you're feeling overstimulated, he would just ask you to bear it a little more.

You adjust your head sideways, hands behind your back ass arched up in the air, Satoru right behind you thrusting his cock in and out of your hole, grabbing your waist a bit too tight. The little hands of the clock pointed at 7 as the larger hand pointed in between 5 and 6, the seconds ticking away one by one. It had been almost an hour since you both were at it, and you parted your lips to let out the moans that you had been holding back. Almost an hour with no breaks in between left you immensely sensitive to the slightest touch, and to your relief (sadness), you felt him pull out of you. The weight in the bed shifted significantly as you collapsed down, immediately taking in huge gulps of air. Gojo passed you a water bottle, which you gladly emptied out. You heard him head out of the room, his footsteps growing fainter with every step.

You almost fell asleep when you heard Gojo enter the room as he appeared right beside you, placing a kiss on your forehead and setting down the water bottle on the bedside table. You watch his silhouette as he opens something up, and to your absolute horror (pleasure), you watch him open another pack of condom as you gradually feel the bed dip near your legs.

"S'toru... I... I can't anymore, please.?" You beg, your voice barely audible.

"It's just one more round, baby... I have been away for so long.. so just be a little patient... yeah."

[sugawhaaa]

💄ATEEZ SMUT HEADCANONS💄

🌸💫🍒Their favorite positions🍒💫🌸

Warnings::SMUT

Ateez headcanons masterlist:: here

A/N:: I'm writing like 10 different things at once bc my adhd is goofy

Hongjoong

Definitely missionary and doggy style. For missionary he could go rough or gentle, that's why he likes it so much. If he's feeling a little rough he can still pin your hands up, grab your hips, and most of all watch your body bounce from his thrusts. It brings him so much joy to see his girl inch up the bed just from his thrusts. But if he's going for a gentle and soft vibe he likes to lean down and put his elbows near your head and whisper in your ears about how good you feel wrapped around him like a silk bow.

"Your so tight baby, fuck I love this pussy,"

As for doggy style, it's always rough as hell. Hair pulling and resting his hand over your throat are some of his favorite components of it. He also likes to hold back one of your arms and watch your tits sway as he thrusts. If he's feeling mean he'll hold both of your arms back and pull your body up to get this specific angle of your gspot that makes you buckle beneath him.

"You like this don't you? You love being treated like the little whore you are,"

Seonghwa

I feel like Seonghwa is very flexible. He wouldn't mind doing almost any position as long as he can make you cum it doesn't matter. His favorite though has to be missionary. But not the classic missionary your thinking no no he likes to make it fun. Pushing your legs up until your knees are on the same level as your head, or making you wrap your legs around his waist, throwing your legs over his shoulder, laying on top of you while he pounds you. He loves spicing it up.

"That's it, baby, spread your legs wider~ up, up, up, good girl~ I wanna see my cock stretch you out,"

As for soft hours, he loves cowgirl, both reverse and casual. He gets very possessive when it comes to soft sex. Seonghwa thinks you're just so precious and small and ugh you're just everything to him.

"Good job, bounce on that cock my good little girl, good girl~"

Yunho

My man's is obsessed with pinning your wrists above your head so his go-to is also missionary. He's not as funsies as Seonghwa but he would definitely pin your wrists down and lean back, tipping his hips up to pound into you. Sometimes he might even pull out his phone and humiliate you because 🥴

"Yeah? Say it. Say that you love this massive fucking cock inside your tight little cunt,"

Yunho also loves to fuck while standing behind you, holding your throat to tilt your head up as he ruts into you UGH. his other hand would roam all over you as well, grabbing your ass occasionally. Through this position he's also so close to you and you physically can't escape him and it drives him mad.

Yeosang

Similar to Seonghwa. Yeosang doesn't care as long his cock is buried deep in your warmth but his favorite overall has to be missionary but once again not the classic sweet little missionary no no. Yeosang fucking loves to grab both your ankles and guide your legs wherever he wants. Up to the headboard of the bed, spread your legs wider, bend your legs up to your chest, and put your legs over his shoulder, he will find a way to control you into any angle he wants. He also loves to pin you down to the bed, his muscular arms flexed to force you into submission.

"Don't think you can squirm away from me~ Who is in control here again? Say it. Who's in charge?"

Another one he really likes is quite strange but it turns him on so much. It's similar to missionary but instead of being on your back you're on your side, one of your legs pointed upward and the other relaxed to the side. There are many different names for it but the most common are Spiderman, Sagittarius, and Side missionary (ik it's not Side missionary but many ppl call it that idk bro) he just feels so overpowered this way. His arm strength comes in handy here again. Holding your leg up while also pinning you down. The angle also feels like heaven itself. This way his cock can hit so much deeper so effortlessly.

"You like that baby? My cock hitting so deep inside you~"

San

We have another weirdo here guys/j. San doesn't like that boring old missionary and doggy style you see everywhere, he much prefers something obscure. The butterfly position. He likes doing it both facing and not facing you, there's pros and cons to each so it depends on his mood. But through this position, he can grip your thighs that he loves so much while also flexing his insane strength. On top of all of those amazing traits, he can moan right in your ear, bite your neck, lick your neck, spread your legs wider and guide your movements. This also spurs on his tiny tinie little size kink 🥴

"Just like that baby, let me take care of this little pussy~"

The only downfall about the butterfly position is it takes a lot of physical work so for days when he's tired after concerts and just wants sex he ain't gonna do all that. That's when his next favorite comes in. Cowgirl. Something about seeing his baby girl bounce on him turns him on so much. The sound of your ass clapping on his thighs, your tits bouncing in his face, your cute little hands resting on his abs, God he goes wild and sometimes he'll grab your hips and thrust up into you rapidly.

"Yeah keep going, use those little hands and rub that cute little red clit,"

Mingi

Bro is feral...he loves anything that involves hair pulling, spanking, pinning, drooling, anything he doesn't care. He needs you to be a mess for him and any way he can do it is a win for him. He likes doggy style because he can hold your arms back, spank your ass, rub your clit easily, shoving his fingers in your mouth, biting you, pulling your hair, and grab your throat. That checks off almost all of his boxes. If he's feeling extra wild he'll cuff your wrists up so your upper body is arched upward.

"I can't wait to fucking break you baby. My little fuck toy huh?"

Missionary is a go for him too because he can be brutal to you and see your facial expressions while doing so. From this position he can also hold your throat and cuff you. He can do all kinds of dirty things to you and he can do it all while making you look up at him.

"Eyes up here baby, I'm gonna fuck you so hard until your face looks like a fucking anime body pillow,"

Wooyoung

Wooyoung is very flip-floppy. One day he's rough as hell and the next he's whispering in your ears about how good you are. From a rough stance, he loves doggy style. Hair pulling makes him so horny that he can't even control himself. He always tells himself that he'll tease you, go slow, tease you, drag it out, edge you, etc etc but every time he squeezes in your tight pussy he loses all self-control. He grips your hips and just pounds into you relentlessly.

"Listen to that, listen to the way my cock hits just the right spots and you cum right when I tell you to~"

This may be a hot take but Wooyoung also loves chair sex. Listen. Doing work on his computer and his girlfriend curls right up into his lap. He would get hard from that alone. Thigh riding turns to cock warming and cock warming turns into quiet and lazy sex. The chair occasionally squeaks as you lightly bounce on him. A devilish smirk consistently splayed on his lips.

"Good girl, Shh, shh, baby. I know it's hard~"

Jongho

#1 cowgirl fan. Whether it's reverse or casual don't matter to him. As long as his sexy girlfriend is on top of him he couldn't care less. He would guide your hips on him and when he feels you reaching your orgasm he'd steady your hips before rutting up into your pussy making you squeal. If you were doing casual cowgirl he'd rub your clit, stimulate your tits, and even squeeze your ass while you work on him.

"Don't stop baby, God you're so cute,"

And of course, we have another missionary pal. He likes to watch you but not in a lewd way, in admiration. He just thinks you are so gorgeous and beautiful he just gets absorbed in your beautiful natural features and natural pleasure. His hands roam around your body while he thrusts into you, just soaking up your soft skin.

"Such a pretty girl, taking me so so well,"

[eiightysixbaby]

thinking about asking the boys to take your virginity 🥴

ugh, god. I love this.

You don’t need to ask Eddie twice. As soon as you pose the question, he’s scooping you into his arms and kissing you. “I’m flattered you want it to be me, sweetheart,” he says after you’ve asked. “We’ll take everything at your pace, ‘kay?” And oh god he’s so sweet about it all, his goofiness easing your nerves. He’s treating you like a queen, doting on you extra just making sure you’re thoroughly aroused for him. He kisses you everywhere, lets his fingers work their magic on you as he reminds you how fucking special you are. He soothes you through any of that initial discomfort, holding himself back from going absolutely wild over how good you feel around him. He makes you laugh during any of the awkward moments, nose brushing yours and capturing your lips in kisses to relax you. When you start to get more comfortable, start making little noises of pleasure for him he just about dies, so excited to be the first person who gets to have you like this. “You’re my fucking favorite thing in the world, you know that right?” he’s murmuring into your ear as he rocks slowly into you.

Steve is so smitten when you ask him, so honored that you trust him with this. “Are you sure? We can wait as long as you need to, there’s no rush…” but you’re insisting that you want it, that you’re ready and that you wouldn’t want your first time to be with anyone but him. You know what you’re getting into, he’s huge and you’re honestly nervous about how he’s going to fit. Steve himself is apprehensive as well, telling you over and over to let him know if he has to stop or slow down. He’s as gentle with you as he possibly can be, groaning when that first inch of him is inside of you. “You’re so perfect. Feel so good, my god,” and his praise makes you giddy, helps you feel more confident in taking all of him. You’re both seeing stars by the time he’s fit himself fully inside of you, and he’s just soooo vocal with you. Moaning and praising you nonstop. He’s so sick with adoration as he watches your eyes struggle to stay open with each of his thrusts. He tells you again and again how pretty you are, how gorgeous you look while you let him take you. If he makes you finish the first time, he’s extremely pleased with himself, finding it so important that you have the best experience possible.

Sweet boy Jonathan is probably genuinely flustered when you ask him, he’s so unbelievably excited but he’s blushing like crazy when you get the words out. “You’re sure? You really want to?” he’s hesitantly asking, holding your hands in his and squeezing them. Once he’s got you sprawled out in waiting on his bed, he’s hovering over you, hands massaging every inch of your skin that they can reach. His touch is soothing while also making you grow needier, whining for more. He eats you out before fucking you, wanting to get you nice and wet and not being able to resist having a taste of you. The way his hands grip your plush thighs and his face buries into your cunt as you reeling, it’s so clear how much he loves making you feel good and your heart pounds in anticipation. He’s slow as he starts to push into you, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face and stroking your cheeks, smirking when you dig your nails into his back. He can’t stomach the thought of hurting you, and he’s kissing the worry lines on your forehead as you adjust to the stretch to fit him, shushing you softly and reassuring you that he’s got you. “I’m here, angel. You okay? Need me to change anything?” he’s asking you, and you’re shaking your head no, pleading with him to just keep going.

[shadykazama]

hii!! I wanted to ask if you still write for overwatch and if you do, could i request baptiste nsfw alphabet??? tyy

No, thank YOU whoever you are for requesting this!! I haven't done one of these in a hot minute and I honestly haven't been motivated much to write recently but I'll be DAMNED if I ignore a request for this angel. Bap needs love desperately, he's like easily top 3 hottest overwatch characters! Ugh 😩 anyway-

OW Baptiste NSFW alphabet~

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

🧡 He is a romantic through and through. Will pepper you with kisses and let you rest on his chest after he cleans up. And I do mean HE. Cause he won't be letting you do any of the work, you are his prince/princess!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

🧡 Loves your hips! Grabbing them to pull you into a hug- or grabbing them during much less innocent activities is 100% his go to.

🧡 He loves his arms! Listen, that man works out. He puts a lot of effort into being strong and looking good. Besides just being proud of his hard work, big arms means he can toss you over his shoulder or keep you safe. He also loves when you grab onto his arms while he's fucking you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

🧡 Unsurprisingly, his cum is thick and doesn't have too much flavor. He has a really good diet which affects how he tastes! I definitely headcanon him as having had a vasectomy; he's nowhere near ready to have a kid and is a responsible individual who knows he's able to lessen the risk. If you're not uncomfortable with it, he loves to cum inside of you- but if you'd prefer he didn't, he usually tries to pull out and cum in his hand so he doesn't make as much of a mess.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

🧡 He's lowkey into exhibitionism and would love to fuck you in a public space, but he knows there's simply no way he'd actually be able to do it. At best, he may ask you to make a video with him for his eyes only.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

🧡 He's a huge flirt and an ex-mercenary, I can definitely see him being experienced with both men and women. Regardless of how experienced you are, he's positively gentle with you the first time you guys have sex. He wants to get to know you, and your body, the best that he can.

🧡 If you're inexperienced, he'll go slow and gentle, and will talk you through it with words that will leave you blushing red like an apple.

🧡 If you ARE experienced, however, he'll shift his attention toward learning what you like as quickly as he can so he can give you the time of your life.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

🧡 He loves fucking you in any position where you can easily grab his arms or he can easily grab your hips. He's a simple man~ I'd say missionary with your legs pinned up beside your head. Or- alternatively, holding you up against a wall.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

🧡 As romantic as he is, he's just as much of a flirt- and a playful one at that. It's rare that he's not cracking you up with terrible pick up lines or the corniest lovey dovey comments ever. He wants to see you smile and have fun with him!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

🧡 He's very well trimmed, well kept, clean 🤌. He doesn't mind hair on his partner at all, but cleanliness is important to him!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

🧡 Oh gosh, this angel?? You'll never feel more loved than when he's got you held in his arms. You are his god given solace and heaven on earth to him. Between cheesy lines and overly sweet comments, he'll spit out some poetry every now and then that will have your heart melting as he makes a mess of you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

🧡 I'd say he does it the normal amount, but more interestingly- he really likes mutual masturbation. Something about watching you touch yourself or vice versa is extremely hot to him and though you can't really tell, will leave him a blushing mess.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

🧡 Fun is the most important part of sex to him, fun and intimacy. So what does a fun loving, flirtatious, sweetheart like? Well roleplay of course! It's as silly as it is sexy, and if that doesn't scream Baptiste I don't know what does.

🧡 Exhibitionism, to a small degree! It's his dirty secret.

🧡 Praise!!! He could make a sailor blush with that silver tongue of his. He will never leave you feeling unloved or unworshipped.

🧡 Marking. There's just something SO hot to him about you leaving marks on him. Claw up his back, his arms- leave your lipstick kisses all over him, give him hickeys!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

🧡 The bed is most preferable, since he likes to take his time, but if he's in more of a rush or just feeling frisky he'll take you on the kitchen counter~

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

🧡 Form. Fitting. Clothing. 🙌 Show yourself off! He thinks your body is perfect and will melt when you show off that confidence.

🧡 Dancing. He's a good dancer and would love to dance with you. Get a little bold and start putting on a show for him~

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

🧡 Will NOT do degradation or receive it. It's a huge turn off for him.

🧡 The furthest he'll go with hitting you is maybe playing around with some toys or spanking you to be cheeky, but I think any actual pain play would be a no for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

🧡 This man LOVES getting his dick sucked. LOVES IT. And damn does he look good while he's receiving. He'll sit nice and good for you, one hand on your head, not pushing or putting pressure- just there ground himself. Leave bites or kiss marks on his thighs and he may cum right then and there!

🧡 He's skilled at giving as well, though I think he'd prefer receiving. That won't damper his enthusiasm to pleasure you though! He's more than happy to have you mewling underneath him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

🧡 Prefers to take it slow and have fun with it, but is very susceptible to begging. If you ask for more, he'll give you more. He's more than capable of ruining you. Likes to make corny doctor jokes afterwards though.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

🧡 Prefers to take his time, but that's just because it's more fun to him. He's more than willing to drop everything and succumb to some carnal pleasure with you every now and then~

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

🧡 He'll try just about anything once as long as you ask. He makes it really clear too that he's open to any suggestions and won't judge you for them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

🧡 He'll normally stop after one or two rounds depending on how tired you are, but he can push three if you really beg him. He'll never leave you unsatisfied though, regardless of how tired he may be.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

🧡 Toys are his allies!! He'll never see them as competition. He doesn't own any to use on himself, aside from maybe a prop or two for his roleplay stuff, but any and all toys you bring to the relationship, he'd be more than happy to use on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

🧡 He's not too bad, he likes seeing you happy and pleasured more than anything, but every now and then he'll get a bit of a teasing attitude- usually when he's going down on you. There's just something about how cute you look and how in control he is that tickles that part of him that wants to make you whine and beg a little.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

🧡 He's extremely vocal, both in words and in moans. He'll be the loudest when you suck him off, since he's not worried too much about anything else but how you're making him feel. His moans aren't shy, they're very full and pretty.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

🧡 He's a switch, leaning top. Even when he's on bottom I see him more as a power bottom than anything.

🧡 Thinks it's hot when you ride him, but can't help himself and always helps you out, grabbing your hips and thrusting up in time with your movements.

🧡 His inner thighs are pretty sensitive and a good way to get him squirming.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

🧡 Big. I will not apologize to anyone, this man is PACKING. Easily nine inches if not more. He's circumcised and around average thickness for his size. He's a shower not a grower.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

🧡 Average if anything. He's a huge flirt, but he's also a busy guy- he's got a fairly normal libido and a good amount of self control. Getting him riled up enough to make him lose control is tough, especially since when you start, he'll tease you right back!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

🧡 Not a big napper, and is used to not getting much sleep, so I'd say you're more likely to fall asleep before him. But if you don't, he likes watching TV before bed and will let you pick what you guys watch.

Thanks so much again for the request, Bap is such an angel!

Have kitty Bap for making it to the end! <3

[cloudcountry]

♡ AUBURN'S MUTUALS !! (there's more of you than i thought HELP)

@tinyletterz / 🍙 — my friend since forever ago, genuinely one of the kindest people i have ever met. she's so cute and she writes beautifully!!!! i highly HIGHLY recommend her flower language series GFGRGRGRGRFRFR

@identity-theft-101 / 🪓 — bonded over mushroom stayed for the eels tbh!! chaos incarnate BUT he has a cute bird named asa that said she loves me so i'm winning

@names-are-dumb / 🐚 — i'm so glad i got to introduce them to twisted wonderland. i am reliving my own experience through him rn. IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE OCTAVINELLE GRAHHH!!!!! one month later and we're married he's my husband and my angelfish that i write cringe ass sonnets too and i adore him <33 muah muah

@merotwst / 🧶 — LITERALLY SO SWEET OMG. she's so warm and welcoming its no wonder people just gravitate to her :C i adore her tbh she made me feel so welcomed even though i'm still scared of most twst writers LMAO

@shkrmpp / 🦐 — one of my first moots!!! personally i really love their hair dye headcanons GRAH they're so cute BUT!! they also draw C:< AND ITS A CUTE STYLE. plus their blog always looks MUAH

@siren-serenity / 🌙 — YOU'RE EVIL I STILL THINK ABOUT "i need you" WHY DID YOU WRITE THAT /lh no but actually you're so good at writing angst that rips my heart out like. if i want to sob i'm going for your azul angst (ITS A GOOD THING PROMISE)

@siphoklansan / ☔ — BEAUTIFUL ART. STUNNING. i love love love how much detail she puts into her pieces (yes i am thinking abt the floyd piece for the lipstick challenge ITS SO CUTE) AND SHE DREW STUFF BASED ON THE SONG HEART ATTACK AND I THINK ABOUT IT EVERY DAY.

@fukashiin / 💌 — silly little goofy deuce rambles and omg the leech twins. I REREAD THE STARING THINGY SHE WROTE OVER AND OVER AZULLLL AZUL'S PART IS SO %@$!%##@%!$#$%@!$#%@$!#%!@%#$!@#$%

@ryuubff / 🪼 — omg there is literally so much i could say about them. my first obey me mutual. the first person who was alike "omg let's create solomon content together." i love talking to them sm and honestly they deserves the best because they're so kind and creative C: WAHHHH

@hisui-dreamer / 🌟 — SO SWEET. i know i'm saying a lot but i have so many mutuals that made me feel so welcomed and rinna was one of them. every single piece of work you'll find on that blog is brewing with emotions and gentle care I LOVE.,,.., I LOVE!!!!!!

@officialdaydreamer00 / 🌠 — ?!?!?!?! ALSO INCREDIBLY KIND AND SO SO CREATIVE!!!! they draw me things all the time and it literally melts my heart :((( i love lov love talking to them about octavinelle and they're super easy to connect with :(((

@the-v-lociraptor / 💙 — we literally just became moots a little bit ago BUT i find a lot of good fanart through her!! she reblogs a lot of cool stuff :D !!!!!

@ceruleancattail / 🔷 — I FORGOT TOW RITE SMTH HELP EM anyways <33 ceru writes some cute ass shit that makes me kick my feet and squeal (AND ALL THE AZUL CONTENT I HAVENT BINGED YET....UGH IM SO EXCITED)

@i-like-forgs / 💪 — appreciator of sand cats and draws a lot!! the creator of my wedding venue with azul and enabler of so many of my ramble i am clinging to his ankle as he drags me around

@valerie-leech / 💚 — we just started talking but they're part of the auburn azul wedding squad!! :D im excited to interact with them <3

@twst-beam / 🎉 — we also haven't talked a lot yet but i can't wait to get to know her better C: !!

@iseethatimicy / 💎 — a fellow azul kisser!! i finally found another one!! :D has an unholy amount of azul memes i do not know where they come from (probably pinterest) but they are Fascinating

@acornwinter / 💫 — sends random shit in my inbox because they started talking about their dreams once and i decided Yes!! and now they draw my ocs and its super cute and i love their little tiny ppl drawings C:

@totallymem3 / 🥀 — we just started talking but!! very sweet <33 her art style is just MMMMUAH CHEFS KISS!!!!!!!!! i love it. it reminds me of spring.

@z3llous / 🐸 — draws azul SOOOOO good i love lovelovlevoevloev his art!!! its so scrumptious i eat it all up for breakfast lunch dinner ON NOMNOM

@cecilebutcher / 🪩 — has a bunch of really cool ocs!!! igor my belobed /p they have such a creative mind and its a pleasure to listen to them ramble about the characters they created!!! :D

@ang33333333l / 🙏 — another azul kisser!! we haven't talked much but i can tell doll is a very sweet person <33

@axvwriter / 👻 — SHE HAS AZUL'S DORM UNIFORM AND IM SO JEALOUS. LITERALLY SO UNFAIR.

@soru-ya / 🍞 — THEY WROTE AROACE CONTENT FOR ME :((((( CRYING RN they're such a good writer please go check them out PLEASE im begging you

@rains-asleep / 🐝 — ANOTHE RGOOD WRITER WHAWHWAHWHAHWA <33333 we had such a deep conversation about caramel once it was enlightening.

@shinysparklesapphires / 🎀 — floods my inbox with precure stuff and now its next on my watch list. started the laura and azul siblings conspiracy :O !!!!!

@twistedchatterboxed / 🌊 — The jade kisser ever. we have a lot of mutual moots (hehe say that ten times fast) so i'm excited to get to know her better!! :D

@keii01 / 🍡 — she's so sweet i want to put her in my pocket and carry her around everywhere i go!! she draws a lot of cute stuff too (there is no such thing as too many ribbons <3)

@tsun0tar0u / 🐉 — showed me a genshin glitch once and i have never been the same. also i would die for kafka btw. normal about rollo btw. So Normal.

@non-binary-lil-shit / 🍄 — enables my marine bio and mycology rambling!! also i am very concerned for you C:

@queen-shiba / 🦁 — your profile theme is literally so pretty i am eating it right now (IDK I JUST LOVE ORANGE) also the leona blender post made me so confused but also i laughed really hard HELP

@vioisgoinginsane / 💜 — she likes some vampire game i think LMAO but the twst content? YUMMY. a writer once in a blue moon and apparently best known for the BITING ROOK HUNT post. GET IT!!!

@moonlit-midnight / 🌸 — hannah is such a good writer :(( WRITES PLATONIC FICS DID YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE!!! PLATONIC FICS!!!!!!! they're all so adorable and make me want to curl up under a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate <3

@ryker-writes / 🦚 — asked about to deep sea and LET ME TELL YOU i got so excited about it and im still writing it hehe. ryker writes a lot of familial angst so its that your thing go for it!!

@datboredpencil / 💀♦️ — GORGEUYS ART ABSOLUTELY SCRUMPTIOUS YUMY UMY UM AN ENTIRE BUFFET!!!! theres a lot of idia x cater content too if thats youre thing!!! :D

@twistwonderlanddevotee / 🪷 — we havent talked a lot but im still happy to have you here!! :D

@beeirdos-buzzing-bogaloo / 🐥 — apparently very normal about sebek. the Most normal. we havent talked a lot but hes silly :D

@dove-da-birb / 🪿 — literally so funny. putting you in my pocket right now!! ALSO I LOVE YOUR BRAINROTTING HELP

@loser-jpg / 😬 — YOUR BEWILDERMENT AT MY DASH SPAMMING WAS REALLY FUNNY i hope you get used to it </3

@ashipiko / 🌺 — THE #1 ACE KISSER EVER???? her art is so munchy and yummy i want to eat it :(( HER STYLE IS SO CUTE SRSLY IF YOU HAVENT SEEN HER ART YET PLEASE CHECK IT OUT

@shyhaya / you should pick an emoji!! — wrote the most fantastic delicious delightful heart wrenching thing for azul and tagged ME in it :(((( AAAAAA IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE IT SOONER. IF YOU EVER WRITE FOR AZUL AGAIN PLEASE TAG ME I'D LOVE TO SEE IT.

@musicalhistorical / 👹 — omg hi quotev person you've been putting up w my bullshit since forever ITS SO FUNNY TO SEE YOU HERE LMAO

@thehollowwriter / 🎶 — ITS LITERALLY A CRIME I HAVENT FOUND YORU WRITING SOONER??? WHY HAVENT I SEEN IT??? IM GOING TO BINGE YOUR AZUL FICS RIGHT NOW EVERYONE SHUT UP I AM SHAKING YOU AROUND QUINN

♡ AUBURN'S ANONS!!

magical girl anon

seahorse anon

❤️ anon

[tyunkus]

just finished reading your tae fic and its soo good ahh the perfect amount of sillyness and smut for me 😭😭 you seem like a rlly sweet person too going through ur acc rn hope you have a good day!! also you’re literally me in an alternate universe LMAOO we’re both down horrendous for taehyun 😞😞😞 if requests/thoughts are open 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 thinking abt class president/tutor taehyun 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so Hot giggling and curling toes biting fist

THANK YOUSO MUCH. I love writing silly sexy smut liek thats how it should be fr. goofy and unserious and hot and with taehyun.. im so glad u liked the fic huhu AND ALSO anyone who is as down bad for taehyun is me is automatically just like spiritually connected with me i fear THIS ASK IS SO SWEET Mwah

AND ALSO YEAH… class president And tutor taehyun.. SO MANY POSSIBILITIES ACTUALLY IM DIZZY.. like Ok having some sort of established fwb whatever dynamic with him and ur studying with him in ur room and DUH hes gonna take this as an opportunity to get some like WHO DO YOU THINK HE IS!!! Tyun being a little condescending at first as he rubs u over ur panties, ur back pressed up against his chest and he’s kinda caging u in his arms, chin hooked over your shoulder.. coddling n tsking at u.. “come on, focus for me. can’t even study without getting all distracted? huh? in front of your class president, too?” meanwhile he’s runninf a finger over your slit and marvelling internally at how fucking wet you are like your panties r soaked. and eventually you start whimpering and squirming so much you’re almost sliding out of his lap and neither of you even care about doing work anymore and then his Tough Tsundere demeanor melts away and he’s showering you with so much praise he doesn’t eben realise it himself..

calling you his prettiest, smartest girl.... telling you how good you're doing, look at how much you're shaking, how could you possibly take his cock when you're so fucked up over just his fingers? tyun cooing at you, dipping his fingers into your folds with one hand while the other roams up and down your body, feather-light touches around your waist and tummy and boobs and ugh. he'd also mark up your neck just for fun. he would be so stern and patient and gentle i cant take this anymore HES SO FUCKINGJKWNFJKWB let me know ur own thoughts too anon if u would liek..

[moonrisecoeur]

i know i do not have to thank u for sharing ur stuff but get this!!! i want to!!!!! cause its good and i like it and being thankful for good stuff is nice!!!!!!

anyways!!! nickname name whatever is bunny!! not that original not that interesting but its been my nickname my entire life + its cute so!! why not!!

anyways pt.2,, leon with his re6 voice whining and calling for his mommy oh im getting so lightheaded. he would sound SO sweet ;(( his re6 voice is honestly my favorite voice ever, i looove matthew mercer. i think he's like one of the 3 voice actors i can recognize anywhere (tho that might be cause he's also on my fave final fantasy but also leon i guess. leon is important too)

ur so cute omg okay FINE u can be thankful for my stuff but i'm thankful for YOU because get this, i'm genuinely just some girl who likes it when people like her!! so as long as people like what i write and i feel inspired to write, i'm gonna write!!

OMG BUNNY IS SO CUTEEE OH EM GEEEE!! love that :3 i have another mutual who's tag is #bunii <3 so i feel like i'm collecting all of them lol !!

in matthew mercer we trust like. i had the biggest crush on cassidy from overwatch when i was younger so like. obviously it translates haha. i love nick as well he did such a great job with re2r/re4r leon!! really love his voice like he really shows it off well in that scene in 4r where leon is comforting ashley after she attacked him cuz of the plaga. he really like makes leon sound so gentle and sweet despite like the crazy fuckin environment they're in! but like i really like how matt did the scene in death island where leon and jill are fighting those monsters like !! he just sounded so goofy and silly during the aftermath of such a scary moment which is sooo quintessentially leon!!

i just love the idea of leon saying mommy ugh. like i keep imagining the lines in my head, like when he gets back from alcatraz, "i'm home, mommy. yes, i'm okay. it was a long mission but i've got all my limbs intact."

"you're my mommy, i don't want to share you." when he's all grouchy in the morning.

"please, mommy? you know i'll be good. i'm always good."

JUST GIVE HIM TO ME RAHHHH

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

sexy alphabet with my f/o donahue under cut.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

donahue gets very soft as a feather. he's a big cuddler, so we always snuggle after. sometimes he can get a bit solemn, but it's not in a bad way. he's very sweet and sensitive, like always, but in a different way. typically much more laid-back and relaxed when we're snuggling together. he likes to babble with me and, at night time, unwind for the night with stories and gentle songs.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he's pretty proud of some of the arm muscle he's gained working for the agency. he's never been a very big or active or athletic guy, so it's pretty exciting for him to see himself get more toned.

he's also very into keeping his hair short/manageable! too often do us depressed folks not take care of our hair enough, so i'm glad for it.

his favorite part of me is my face because he's a gentleman, but he loves my curves, sides, and hips. i'm very sensitive there so he loves holding and caressing me there, running his hands along there to because he knows how good it makes me feel and makes me vocal.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

we LOVE cum 🥰 donahue loves cumming on and/or in me.

fave places for 'on' include my tummy and tits. i love how owned it makes me feel and he loves marking me as his. it's also part of how he likes to show me how beautiful i am. i can be very insecure about my tits, but when i see them painted with his cum, it makes me feel a lot better about having them, because it shows me just how beautiful he thinks all of me is.

since we've started trying to conceive, it's been even more intense. while donahue does love cumming on me, he prefers to cum inside, and now basically every time we fuck it ends in a creampie. we're both obsessed with him cumming inside me 🤭 it's so hot to feel our love and passion for each other culminating like that, not being able to contain ourselves, together as one being. it makes us feel so connected, and we want to be connected in every single way, perfectly unified.

AND his cum is gonna put a baby in my tummy? even better!!!! we really wanna have so many kids if we can, like double digits, but we don't know if that's doable realistically, of course, lol. having our love culminate even more greatly to create another life!!!! ugh. i want him to knock me up and get me pregnant, make me undergo all that change. on top of all that, the fact that my bump will be a little show of our love and lust is so hot.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

how soon he started jerking off to me after we met platonically (like, same day). it's not his fault i'm beautiful and spacey and that i nursed him back to health after our first mission! i think it's sooo cute, but it's something i imagine he'd probably only confess if i asked specifically or as part of some dirty talk to cheer me up.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

donahue is not very experienced. he had only had sex with one other person (his ex-spouse) before me, and, even then, they were only together for a brief period of time.

now donahue and i have been fucking long enough that we've kinda gotten the hang of things just a bit, lol. there's always more to learn and try, but we have fun.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

his favorite is missionary(/variations of it like mating press), side-by-side/spooning, or lotus. he likes it romantic and intimate, being able to feel me close.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he tends to be more serious, but we're both pretty awkward, so sometimes that doesn't always work out. we tend to laugh it off when we mess up, especially given how giggly i can get over the tiniest things.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he doesn't shave or anything like that. he's pretty proud of his bush for what it is, and i love it, so he doesn't really have any reason to do anything crazy with it. he, like, washes it, i guess? and that's about it.

it's the same color (dark brown/black) as the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he loves romantic sex. he might say that all of the sex we have is romantic because of how sickeningly in love we are, to be fair, but also. we love having lovey-dovey, kisses-and-cuddles, hand-holding, baby-making sex. he likes to MAKE LOVE 💕.... he's big on praise and i-love-yous.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

well, besides all that jerking off to me he did before we starting dating, he loves some mutual/aided masturbation. he loves having me help or talk him through it, or the reverse.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

impregnation/pregnancy (if that wasn't obvious). he loves the act of cumming inside of me and how much it connects us. and knowing that he might be putting a baby, his little baby, inside of me really gets him going. he wants me to be pregnant with our baby so very badly and for him to become a daddy.

he has a very big praise kink, both as a giver and receiver. he thinks i'm the bee's knees and loves to let me know, especially given how much of a reaction it can get out of me. he loves hearing/seeing that he's doing a good job and how much i'm enjoying it and how much i love him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

our bed because it's warm and cozy and comfortable and he likes to cuddle. the couch is another common one for us because it's convenient.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

basically everything that i do turns him on (and vice versa 🤭). we love fucking and fuck a lot. pretty much anything can set us off to want to bang because sex feels good and we like to feel good together.

a more specific turn-on, of course, is the chance of getting me pregnant. if i'm ovulating, he definitely wants to fuck.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

while donahue isn't exactly a super adventurous guy, he would try most things once if i really wanted to do them.

he's not as fond of cumming in tissues or condoms as he is on or in me, but it's not, like, a turn-off, just a preference. he was very on board with condoms before we were trying for a baby, for example. he's very down for wearing them, but he would, in that case, prefer to pull out, take it off, and finish on me instead.

he's not sure about sharing me with other people. jury's still out on it. he's down for doing stuff with friends or people we know, but he might not be super into full-force free use. in theory, it'd be hot, but he doesn't know if it'd be a good idea or if he'd like it very much in practice.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving and receiving head are such different animals. he likes both for different reasons, but i guess he prefers receiving.

he can be very shy about wanting it, but, a lot of the time, he likes just laying back and letting me take the lead. there's really nothing better than getting to let go and submit to your lover like that.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it kinda depends. he's always passionate, i guess. once again, he likes to make love, so that can be more slow and sensual, but it doesn't mean it has to be gentle or without ardor.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies aren't his preference, but they'll do. he prefers to be able to take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

once again, he's willing to entertain basically any idea i want. if it's especially physically or mentally strenuous (like a lot of BDSM/roleplay), we're gonna have to talk it out at length and prep. kinda standard procedure, you know, but worthy of note. whatever it is, he's cautious about making sure we don't get hurt too badly.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

it depends. i guess 2 is a pretty solid number, if he came during the first round. if he hasn't cum yet, he can make me cum like. a dozen times because i'm very sensitive. sometimes we're like less than an hour in and we're on like round/orgasm 8 for me and he still hasn't cum yet, not because he is some self-control champion but because i am orgasms georg.

if a round is counted as both of us cumming, then like 2 would be the most on average maybe. usually at night time that's (more than) enough for us to both be satisfied and just go to sleep. on rare occasions, we'll have up to four sessions technically in one day, but those will be more spaced out throughout the day, so there's a lot more refractory time for him to get hard again.

our sessions tend to be 20 minutes to an hour-ish long. donahue can last at least that long. i like it when he cums after like 5 seconds though lol it's very cute and hot.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he still has some dildos that he got before he got bottom surgery. we will use them to fuck his ass, but he mostly likes using them on me nowadays.

(YES, we clean them between anal and vaginal penetration to minimize risk of infection!!!!)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn't tease a lot; he's mostly just shy. most of his teasing is just praise or cuddling that turns dirty.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

donahue is not a super loud person in general, and that translates to sex. he's a lot more of a whimperer than a groaner or grunter. sometimes he can get a bit chatty or whiny, but his volume level is usually a lot lower than mine. then again, i am loud as all fuck in everything! so maybe it's just relative.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

speaking of, perhaps he likes to record my sounds to jerk off to when we're apart.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

donahue is trans 🥰.

he's had full phalloplasty, so he's rocking a solid 5-6-ish inch neopenis. a bit girthy, especially considering he's not a very large dude in general, lol.

our story is set in an au of current day in which science has progressed enough that his neopenis is basically indistinguishable in terms of both look and function from any other penis. because it's a story by me so i decide how things work. that's how he can get me pregnant.

he has a cute plush ass that drives me crazy.

he's had top surgery, so his boobies are pretty flat.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty high, i'd say. we fuck like rabbits.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)`

after we fuck, we can fall asleep pretty quickly, especially if it's late. i usually nod off first and he quickly follows.

[heartsofminds]

okay so finally got settled down after getting off the high of senior year of undergrad to read this and leave my full annotated reblog and OH MY FUCKING GOD!

sweet boy! i just want to hold you like a newborn and take you home with me! jordan, you never fail to amaze me with how much care you put into this couple and how human you make them. you truly amaze me with your writing and characterization and imagery and you do not get enough credit! now all my cheeky and stupid brain-rotted commentary below

"Last year, when he’d gotten back from three months out near Guam, he’d unabashedly cried from behind his sunglasses when he saw Maverick, Penny, and Amelia waiting for him. Amelia had even made a sign for him with terrible puns and lots of glitter. They’d had Bradley over for dinner - a family dinner - and he had felt on top of the world. Until he’d had to go back to his brand-new, empty house. Bitter with the sweet, he supposed." - oh my god oh my god oh my god!!! this is what I mean! this is the boy i want to put in my pocket and take home with me and snuggle like no other! ugh i'm just a SUCKER for kicked puppies!

"With nary a glance back at Maverick, who Bradley had just realized was standing next to you, you ran towards Bradley and into his arms with so much force that he staggered backwards." - time standing still! i love this so so much

"His wonderful girl. His sweet girl. His smart girl. His, his, his, his -" - jesus he loves her so much! bring back pathetically in love men 2024!

Bradley’s stride momentarily faltered. Right, he forgot about that - your little lunch dates with Maverick. Was it a little annoying and did it make him irrationally jealous? Sure. But it was also oddly sweet. There were a lot worse things than having your girlfriend genuinely like hanging out with your dad. Plus, Bradley’s didn’t think you really knew you had a crush on him. - the mav crush OMG!!! but honestly, wouldn't we all have a silly goofy little crush on mav?? like c'mon, it would be impossible not to.

"“I’m sure you two had plenty of time to catch up while I was gone, but now you’re all mine, kid.”" - the kid agenda! love to see it!

"Originally, Bradley had wanted to get you some frilly old thing, dainty and cute and proper if only to feed some long repressed kink of his. But the denim apron was practical and you would get use out of it for plenty more years to come. " - housewife kink mention is so SICK AND TWISTED!!!! especially coming from him because he knows that i would know my place with him lol

i would've copied and pasted damn near the entire bit about the email from the thirtieth and oh my GOD i was blushing and kicking my feet the entire time! he's so gentle with her? and they fit together so well?? the chemistry is def on par with phd level chemistry and i had to take several breaks to get through this part because i was soooo overwhelmed with butterflies

"“I love you so much - sometimes I’m scared that I love you this much and that it’s not quite been a year since we met. And I never thought I’d be so heart achingly in love with someone in the Navy, of all things, and just - sometimes it hits me that you’re not even fully mine? That a part of you will always want to be in the sky or out at sea because you have this other entity that tells you what to do? And when to do it and what to wear and how you should act? Where you’re Rooster and not my Bradley?”" - GOD this line tore me up; "when you're Rooster and not my Bradley?" jordan i'm literally SOBBING! tears rolling down my cheeks at an alarming pace.

"And he didn’t want to put you and any future little nuggets through that. He didn’t want to be a rocketman with them. . . .Bradley wasn’t dying in an F18 with a family at home." - annnnnnd yeah. i'm ruined. the mascara is freely flowing down my face now. i genuinely cannot get it together.

"“Got a feeling you’re gonna be my last one,” he murmured against your neck before he pressed kisses against it." - OH MY GOD!!!!! if a man ever said this to me (and was as hot, honest, and sincere as bradley is, of course) i would be on my hands and knees in no time. like full stop could not differentiate me from the walnut hardwood floors i def know he has.

"Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a few minutes. Maybe if he just took a quick nap…" - smart aleck is a SAINT because i would never forgive him if he fell asleep on me like that! you're looking that good, talking ALL this game, and away for THREE MONTHS???? and we're not even gonna bone? that's a damn shame!

overall, i genuinely cannot say anything other than OH MY FUCKING GOD! between blushing so hard at all the dirty talk and cheekiness (the way it would be stupidly easy to let this man in my pants irl is kind of ridiculous) and having a wobbly lip because of their sincereness and deeply special they are to each other, I think I've read this a grand total of five times between my initial reblog and this annoted post reblog. jordan, i said it once and i'll say it again, you amaze me like no other and bring such a charming and realistic viewpoint to bradley that i have not seen any other person bring to him before. so excited to see more from these two in the near future and even more ecstatic about the little daydreams I get to make up of them for the next week!!!

rocketman: part ii - from the back of the cab

Summary: in which lieutenant commander bradshaw finally returns stateside for just about the best damn homecoming he's ever had. it's been three months of countless emails and facetime calls between the two of you, but what awaits you both now that bradley's back? and what does it mean for your relationship going forward? [read part i here]

OR a homecoming 159 emails in the making

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader 10k

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, suggestive dialogue, and suggestive content. a lot of the italic words are direct references to the emails in part i or direct quotes from the rocket man by ray bradbury (read at your own risk because if you picture bradley as the rocket man, you'll cry). the next part will pick up right where this one leaves off and hopefully won't take too long to get out!

from the back of the cab to the airport // i am happy you and i got this hour

Having multiple people, let alone multiple people who loved him more than anything in the world, waiting for him when he got home from a deployment, no matter how brief or long, was definitely a newer experience for Bradley. There was almost a giddiness about him as he said his goodbyes to Bob and Payback and the other pilots he’d flown with from Lemoore. He couldn’t wait to see you in twenty seconds after it’d felt like he’d been gone for twenty years. 

The countless (actually one-hundred and fifty-nine - he’d counted) emails between the two of you had been his saving grace these last three months. You’d emailed him almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day, much to the jealousy of his colleagues. He’d become addicted to them almost. 

How did your cooking class go? What was your day like at work? Yes, he would love to go on a trip to Mexico. No, your mom is an absolute idiot. How did you touch yourself at night? Were you being a good girl for him?

And in twenty seconds he’d have the real thing. He’d have you in his arms, hugging him, kissing him, talking a mile a minute about any and everything under the sun. 

(He knew Maverick would be there, too. He wasn’t being flippant about it or anything - all Bradley had wanted for the last thirteen years was for Maverick to be there when he got home. Last year, when he’d gotten back from three months out near Guam, he’d unabashedly cried from behind his sunglasses when he saw Maverick, Penny, and Amelia waiting for him. Amelia had even made a sign for him with terrible puns and lots of glitter. They’d had Bradley over for dinner - a family dinner - and he had felt on top of the world. Until he’d had to go back to his brand-new, empty house. Bitter with the sweet, he supposed.)

Off to his right, Bradley could see Bob and Callie hugging, and Reuben fussing over his wife’s noticeable baby bump. He smiled at the sight and the thought that he wouldn’t want to leave you while you were pregnant briefly floated through his mind. 

And then, like he had conjured you up, there you were. You hadn’t seen him yet. But Bradley could see you as you craned your neck and stretched on your tiptoes, bobbing and weaving and stretching to try and find him in the crush.

He'd known you were taking a half day to pick him up and you looked so soft and lovely in your off-duty clothes - a simple pair of cropped jeans and a pale blue oxford that he'd later realize was his. Pale blue in a sea of khaki with your sunglasses perched on the top of your head as the sun still beamed strongly onto the asphalt. 

Like something out of a movie, you turned your head and locked eyes with him. The two of you couldn't have been more than thirty feet apart and it was like everyone and everything around you had stopped - just for a moment. A blip in time. And then a smile crept across your face and your eyes lit up and the world started again.

“Bradley!”

With nary a glance back at Maverick, who Bradley had just realized was standing next to you, you ran towards Bradley and into his arms with so much force that he staggered backwards. His seabag made a solid thud on the ground as he wrapped his arms around you - one around your waist and another around the back of your neck. You burrowed your face in his neck and he couldn't resist holding you tighter, lifting you slightly so that the tips of your shoes kissed the asphalt. 

This - this is what he had been missing for the last three months. Home. Home. Home. Bradley was home. With you. And holding you. 

"Hey, kid." You tightened your hold on him at the moniker. "You miss me?"

“More than anything.” Not even a second after he put you down, your hands were running across his cheeks and neck. "Are you alright? Do you need anything? I have snacks in the car if you're hungry or -"

He cut you off with a kiss, your first kiss in three months. Thirteen weeks. Ninety-one days. Two thousand one hundred ninety-one hours. 

Bradley knew he would have a lot more of these homecomings - had even had some with you already. But he would never forget this one - his favorite homecoming. Two weeks, ten days, three days; it was nothing. Nothing compared to being in your arms again after three months apart. Nothing compared to kissing you again after three months. 

There was so much genuine love and longing in you - in him - that Bradley already dreaded when he’d leave you again. Because there would always be another time. 

At least until he broke the cycle. 

(Don’t ever be a rocket man. Promise me you won’t be like me.) 

But for now you were safe in his arms, feeling and smelling and sounding like home and god - for now that was enough. 

Your voice was similarly muffled. “Oh, bubs. I missed you so much. I can’t believe you’re finally home.”

“And I can’t believe you’re in front of me right now.” 

He wanted to touch you everywhere. Your cheeks, your hair, your shoulders, your legs, your breasts. Everywhere. There was no way he could ever get enough of you. 

You tilted your head up and smiled at him. “I love you.”

“Love you, too. Let’s go home.” The smile that lit up your face could guide Bradley home on even his darkest days. 

Before setting off, he gave you another kiss, this one just as sweet, and the two of you started making your way to the gate and by the other families milling around. It was a bit awkward balancing his arm around your shoulder with his seabag, but it was all worth it to have you tucked into his side again. You were so soft and warm and smelled so pretty. He couldn’t get over it. Everything about you felt safe and precious. 

“I can’t wait for you to see the house! I have almost everything situated, just a couple seasonal clothes and coats at my old place. I thought maybe we could go after work on Tuesday - unless you’re in a debrief or something or have other plans?”

Bradley squeezed you closer to his side. “Nah, I should be done by Monday afternoon, so Tuesday’s perfect.”

You nuzzled your face against his chest. “I can’t believe you’re home.” And then softer still, “I’m gonna keep saying it because it still doesn’t feel real.”

“Well,” Bradley steered you both away from the crush, “I’ll try my hardest to make it feel real for you later.” 

And, God, it went straight to his cock, the way you peered up at him, eyes slightly widened. You even bit your lip, cheeky thing. His seabag slipped from his grasp and he wound both arms around your waist pulling you close to him again. All he wanted to do was play out one of those cheeky little emails of ours in excruciating detail. With his girl. 

His wonderful girl. His sweet girl. His smart girl. His, his, his, his -

It was definitely verging on improper, the way he was kissing you now. But Bradley didn’t care. Not when you felt and smelled and tasted so fucking good -

“- Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw!” 

You whined against Bradley’s lips when he pulled away. It felt like he’d just gotten caught necking his girlfriend behind the bleachers by his father - and well…

Bradley cleared his throat and hoped his cheeks weren’t too red. “Captain Mitchell…”

They exchanged salutes, Maverick’s face all serious until Bradley could see him fighting a smile. There was a beat and then Bradley wrapped his arms around Mav in a tight hug. 

“Good to see you, kiddo.” 

“You too, Mav.” 

He let Bradley go to look him over much like you had. It warmed his heart to be fussed over by his dad. To have the two most important people in his life be there to pick him up and bring him home.

“Come on you two, ice cream? My treat?”

You gasped. “Now Captain Mitchell, you wouldn’t be suggesting we spoil Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw’s dinner with ice cream, would you?”

Bradley hadn’t had ice cream in weeks. And a vanilla soft serve with chocolate jimmies sounded like absolute heaven right now. But as much as he wanted to have ice cream with you and Maverick like he was celebrating a little league baseball win, Bradley wanted to go home with you even more. He would see Mav during the week while you were at the office. 

Right now, he just wanted to go home with his girl.

“Nah, I think we’re gonna head home. But I’ll take a raincheck for Monday?”

Mav nodded. “Sounds good to me, I’ll bring the car round then?”

“Sounds good, thanks!” you chirped.

Wait, what? Before Bradley could even question him, Maverick was off towards the parking lot - leaving you in his direct line of fire. 

Which, to be fair, you did look contrite. “Pete thought it would be easier if he drove, especially with all the people around…”

And was Bradley really going to be mad at Maverick for caring too much? For wanting to spend time with his kid after he got home from a three month deployment? No. Not even at the expense of a twenty minute car ride home alone with you. 

“I should’ve told you earlier he was driving, sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You both started making your way to the gate again. “Probably gave him an excuse to take the rest of the afternoon off, too.”

You giggled. “I asked if he wanted to get lunch beforehand, but he said he was wrapping something up.”

Bradley’s stride momentarily faltered. Right, he forgot about that - your little lunch dates with Maverick. Was it a little annoying and did it make him irrationally jealous? Sure. But it was also oddly sweet. There were a lot worse things than having your girlfriend genuinely like hanging out with your dad. Plus, Bradley’s didn’t think you really knew you had a crush on him.

“I’m sure you two had plenty of time to catch up while I was gone, but now you’re all mine, kid.”

You wrapped your hands around his upper arm and gave it a squeeze. With a few nods at his fellow aviators and other assorted crew members, you two made it through the gate and to the parking lot where Maverick was waiting in his 1962 Ferrari 250 GTE. 

Otherwise known both as the smallest car in the world and Bradley’s inheritance. 

The car was in really good shape and drove like a dream. But it was very much not designed for a 6’1” naval aviator - especially when one was relegated to the back seat. Because Bradley didn’t want you to be in the back seat alone and you had refused to sit in the front. 

So, now his knees were up to his shoulders and you two were separated by an armrest because the damn Italians hated fun and had foregone a bench seat. 

Though this did not stop you from laying a cheeky hand on his knee, inching it higher and higher up his thigh as you crossed the Coronado Bridge. You glanced over at Bradley and winked, stopping yourself from getting higher by holding his hand instead. 

It was never a long drive back to his - your house, but today it seemed to fly by ever faster. Maverick was unusually chatty in the front seat, asking about your upcoming trip and if you needed a ride to the airport on Thursday morning, while also telling Bradley about the newly renovated ready room on base. 

The chatter petered off into the background as Bradley suddenly zeroed in on the song playing on the radio - Everlasting Love. He found himself mouthing the lyrics. 

Need you by my side, girl you’ll be my bride 

You’ll never be denied everlasting love 

That was you. That was you and him. Everlasting love. 

He squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. And while you and Maverick chatted and told Bradley some of the more lighter happenings of the last three months - mainly the raccoon garage saga - he was counting down the minutes till it was just you and him. Peace and quiet with his everlasting love.

Which was really everything he could ever want. 

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After a long shower with all his favorite products and even some new ones you had brought over, Bradley made his way downstairs and was greeted with the unfairly adorable sight of you chopping potatoes at the kitchen island. There was music playing, candles lit, and the smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen. He smiled, seeing you wearing the apron he’d picked out for you all those months ago and was relieved to see that it looked broken in from wear. Because, to be honest, it was nearly impossible to pick out clothes for you.

Originally, Bradley had wanted to get you some frilly old thing, dainty and cute and proper if only to feed some long repressed kink of his. But the denim apron was practical and you would get use out of it for plenty more years to come. 

And he could always get you another one for special occasions. Because he had had a lot of time to think about all those special occasions with you while he was away…

A beautiful smile lit up your face as you saw him pad down the stairs. “My, my, don't you look cozy?”

Once his socked-feet were firmly on the hardwood floor, Bradley spun on his heels showing off his comfy joggers and plain, grey t-shirt. “Do I pass muster?” He pressed a kiss to the cheek you tilted up for him. 

“I’ll think you’ll do, bubs.” He pulled you in for a hug from behind. “Mmmmm, you smell so good.”

He swayed you back and forth in his arms. “I should, I used all your shampoo…” 

“Cheeky boy.” You craned your neck and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “You want a drink while I make dinner? You can lay on the couch for a bit if you want? You must be exhausted.”

“Oh?” He hadn’t even considered going into the living room, not when you were in the kitchen. “Uhhh, sure, yeah. I’ll take a drink.”

You smiled and pulled back from him. “Old fashioned?” He nodded. You got out a rocks glass from the cabinet and went over to the bar cart in the dining room for the whiskey and bitters. “I got those fancy bitters at that liquor store you like.”

“Did you take care of everything?” He said it to hide his own reddened cheeks, but you appeared equally as bashful.

“Tried too.”

“You gonna have one, too?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, but we’re also having wine with dinner, so just one for now - here you go. Got to start you off slow, Bradshaw.” You slid the glass over to him and held your own out to toast. “To your long awaited homecoming.”

Your eyes locked over the rim of your glasses and you had both barely set them back down on the table before Bradley pressed a kiss to your lips. You tasted like sugar and whiskey and felt like home. 

“Missed you, kid.”

“Missed you, too, rocketman. You have no idea how happy I am that you’re home.” You kissed him again. “Now, you gotta let me finish cooking. The table’s already set, so there’s nothing for you to do, but relax.”

“Fine, fine,” he heaved out a great sigh, “banishing me already and I’ve only been home for a few hours, I see how it is - owww!” You smacked his ass with a dishtowel. “Alright, I’m going, I’m going.”

The living room looked nearly identical to how it had when Bradley had left in December - minus the Christmas tree, of course - but there were still little touches of you everywhere. The pillows were arranged far nicer than Bradley had ever been able to manage and there were three new candles of differing heights on the coffee table. Plus, the cream colored cashmere blanket from your apartment that he always stole was artfully strewn across the back of one of the leather sofas. 

With one glance back towards you in the kitchen - you were completely focused on some Russet potatoes - Bradley flopped onto the couch and tucked himself under the blanket. It was warm and cozy and so comfortable under there in his couch clothes in the house you two shared. Quiet, too, even with some Van Morrison playing from the kitchen. It was the kind of quiet that could lull Bradley to a peaceful sleep, especially after having been ensconced in constant noise for the last three months.

And he tried for half an hour - he really did. He thought of how excited you were to show him the perfectly organized closet and how you’d put all the little bits and bobs you’d gotten for him over the last three months in the guest room for him to look over at his leisure and how he’d corrected you on where the mail should go. 

It was just - it was too quiet and too perfect and too comfy and he just wanted to be with you. Even if it meant sitting on one of the uncomfortable kitchen barstools. 

You shook your head, but smiled as he approached. “You don’t have to watch me, you must be exhausted?”

Bradley shrugged. “Just wanna be near you, kid.” Were you nervous about cooking? Was that why you didn’t want him in the kitchen with you? He backtracked. “If that’s alright?”

You bit your lip and gestured for Bradley to sit at the island in front of you. There were a couple mise en place bowls laying around, but you quickly made room for Bradley and his drink. 

“It’s like a taping of the Barefoot Contessa.”

You chuckled. “Let’s just hope the food’s as good as Ina’s.”

“Walk me through it.”

With a teasing smile on your face, you went back to mincing the garlic - with a glowing comment from Bradley on your newly acquired knife skills - and he just sat there, chin propped up on his hand watching you explain the next couple steps. You even got a yes, chef out of him when you asked him to turn the music down. The roasted potatoes smelled absolutely divine cooking in the oven and you had just finished snipping the ends off the asparagus when your demeanor suddenly changed. You fiddled with your apron tie and abruptly turned around to face him, looking almost surprised by the action, though you wouldn’t exactly look him in the eye.

“Actually, now that you’re here - or here at the table,” you huffed out a laugh, “there’s something I want to talk to you about that happened while you were gone - no, that’s not - something I was thinking about while you were gone?”

You put the burner down on the sauce pan, leaving the minced garlic to simmer before you were facing Bradley yet again. You looked nervous, unsure of yourself, as you played with the bracelet he had gotten you for Christmas. Had something happened while he was gone that you hadn’t told him about? Were you sick? Hurt? Was there someone - no, no, you’d never.

Bradley leaned back in his chair and hoped he sounded surer than he felt. “Sure, uhh, yeah, go ahead.”

“It actually has to do with some emails I sent you - last week, in particular. One of them is actually that email.” You looked down at the granite countertop as Bradley tried to think of which email would constitute italics. “But I also want to talk about one of the other emails, when I messaged you about that dream I had and kind of how that all falls into everything that we’ve been going through and probably will be going through -”

“- Because this is it,” he interrupted. Because you and I are it.

“Yeah. Because this is it,” you returned, equally as resolute. “So…”

Bradley sat up straighter in his chair and cleared his throat. “Which one do you want to talk about first?”

You fiddled with your apron bow. “Maybe the one from the thirteenth?”

“Which one was that?”

Now you definitely were avoiding looking at him. Your words came out slowly, like you dreaded saying them and Bradley had a sudden inkling that he knew exactly which email you were referencing. 

“The one about me needing you. Needing you to take care of me,” you whispered the last part.

He could feel his cheeks coloring. “Oh. Right, yeah.” 

Bradley had never received an email like that before. Had never even received a text like that before. It was just so raw and almost animalistic the way your need for him jumped off the page.

nothing soothes the ache inside me like you do. need you to call me good girl, pretty girl, sweet girl, anything as long as it’s yours.

“I shouldn’t have sent that one to you - especially since if I could’ve waited five more days, none of this would’ve happened. It’s just - I needed you so badly and wanted you - ugh, no! No, I shouldn’t have sent you that email. It wasn’t proper, it was embarrassing for you and me and I was just missing you so much and in such a different way that I’ve never experienced before when you’d been gone and - I couldn’t bear not telling you for another moment. Because no one was there to tell me what to do or -”

You threw your hands out and put them on the top of your head. God, it looked like you were about to cry. And it broke Bradley’s heart. He pushed his barstool back from the island and padded over towards you. 

“Come ‘ere, kid.” 

You let out a sigh and your eyes were swimming with tears as you fell into Bradley’s arms. You felt small in his arms - not necessarily in the physical sense, but like you were folding in on yourself. He needed to take care of you - take you, take you, take you - 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, whenever you want, it’s fine.” Bradley pressed a kiss to your forehead and squeezed you tighter. You held on to him tightly, which muffled your next words. 

“I’ve never had someone who I need in that way. And it’s not even necessarily about the sex, itself. I could go months without having sex - had before I met you. It was never something I really needed to get by, I guess? I could take care of it on my own. 

“But then - then I met you and you just? You make me need you - make me crave you, you tell me what to do, make me want to please you. And then you just leave for three months and I have to learn how to do all that on my own and it was just so hard? It felt like I dropped? Like everything caught up to me after all those months and weeks and I felt scared and lonely and needy and desperate for you and for you to tell me I’m a good girl and take care of me and be my d - be dominant with me.”

Your breathing quickened as you talked and Bradley felt you getting more worked up. He rubbed his hands across your back, hoping it would soothe the ache inside of you, if only a little bit. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, kid.”

i need you i need you i need you i need you bradley bradley bradley bradley

You sniffled. “I guess I just didn’t think - I mean, I knew other people would see it - and I did think that was kind of hot, especially when you called me out for it - it was only after, when I’d realized what I’d done that I saw how embarrassing it was for you. 

“Like Joe from Comms being like hey, did you know Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw’s girlfriend is a horny, pathetic, subby mess for him? You gotta see it, man. She couldn’t even make it three months without getting fucked. He can’t even take care of his g -”

“- Stop it.” Bradley grabbed your chin. “You know that’s not true.” 

“Maybe.” You shrugged. “But I was already feeling shitty about my mom and being so busy at work and how I loo -” you broke off and Bradley desperately wanted you to finish the thought. “I guess it all caught up to me.”

“But I wrote back. I wrote back and told you everything I wanted you to hear and what you needed to hear. And god, I’d do it again, I’d do it in a heartbeat if it brought you comfort and I probably should’ve done it sooner.” 

nothing stretches me out like you do, nothing makes me feel as small as you do, nothing makes me flush like the sound of your voice against my neck as i come, nothing soothes the ache inside me like you do

You squeezed your arms around his stomach and breathed him in. God, he loved you so much, he’d say anything and do anything to make you realize that. 

“I needed it, what you wrote me, and I needed to tell you what I said, but I should’ve waited so, I’m sorry, can you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive, kid. You message me when you need me, no matter how.” He kissed your temple. “I know we’ve never really talked about how that part of our relationship would work while I was gone, so maybe next time we just make a plan?”

You nodded. “I’d like that. I know it’s not like that all the time between us, so I didn’t even think of it before you left.”

“I hadn’t either,” he confessed.

Long distance d/s relationship reddit would be Bradley’s best friend over the next few days. Neither of you would have to go through that again, not if he had something to say about it. The whole idea of not being allowed to use anything besides your fingers to masturbate was a good start, but it was just that - a start. Because like you’d said, you two weren’t in that dynamic all the time, but you both needed it. It was new for both of you. You’d just have to come up with a list together. 

But just to give you a little encouragement in the meantime…

“And let’s not forget…” You peered up at him. “You did tell me you read my email seven times…”

You giggled and shoved his shoulder. “Might’ve been an understatement.”

“Oh?”

“I think I came three times that first night alone.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmmhm.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the ends of his hair. “‘Kept picturing you in your bunk writing it while fisting your cock. And then I was laying next to you in your bunk - and it had to be a secret. I had to keep quiet - just like at Thanksgiving - and not make a peep.”

“But you don’t like to be quiet…” 

He crowded you against the island and rolled his hips against yours. The thin fabric of his joggers did little to hide how much he desired you, especially after the conversation you’d just had. 

His subby little girlfriend. God, he couldn’t wait to take you apart bit by bit later. 

Now say thank you Bradley. Good girl. 

Though, that’s not to say that you couldn’t partake in a little preview now. Bradley’s lips crashed against yours, caught up in the furor and headiness of it all, and your body melted against his. Three months later and you still responded so well to him. Your breathy little sighs as he bit your lip and pressed countless kisses along your jawline and neck sounded like heaven. You smelled so sweet, tasted so sweet, felt so sweet - he kissed you again, coaxing your mouth back open.

“Bradley, bubs, I -” you gasped against his lips, “I need to turn the stove off if we’re going to -”

Without taking his lips off yours, Bradley reached behind his back and turned off the gas burner. The garlic still sizzled in the pan, but now without the risk of burning the house down. You could put fresh garlic on later, now he just wanted you. 

His hands went back to their place on your hips before the left slid underneath your oxford and up your body. You stiffened slightly, but welcomed his touch, if only for a moment before you pulled back from him. 

“We have to - I have to finish dinner.” He nodded, albeit reluctantly. You pecked his lips again. 

There was something deeply erotic about waiting - even if it was just for a couple of hours. 

Where are you going to have me first?

In our bed, in our house, after you make me dinner in our kitchen. 

Bradley cleared his throat. “You said you wanted to talk about another email? The one about your dream, right? The one with our kid.”

It felt right saying it - our kid. 

God, Bradley, I wish you were here right now so you could hold me and tell me you loved me because I just want to feel your arms around me and know you’re real. I want to tell you about the little boy - the perfect mix of me and you

“We can wait until dinner - or even after dinner, if you want?” You didn’t give him a chance to respond. “I’m sorry I’m dropping all this on you. I know you’ll say otherwise, but I shouldn’t have done this right when you came home - the dryer hasn’t even finished your first load yet. I know you’re exhausted and definitely have your own stuff to work through after being gone and we should be having sex on the floor or over the arm of the couch, not listening to me blubber -”

Bradley shook his head and interrupted you. He didn’t want to give you another moment to doubt yourself. 

“- Hey, hey. I wanna talk about the heavy stuff with you, it’s okay. And I’d rather we do it now so we can really enjoy these next few days together - and maybe then have sex on the floor and over the arm of the couch. I don’t want this hanging over your head, kid. 

“And you’re not alone in thinking about that over the last few months - it’s probably been even longer for me…”

You wiped at the tears pooling in your eyes. “Really?” 

“You know you’re it for me, kid.” Have been since our fourth date went unsaid. “So, come on, walk me through it.”

You leaned against the back counter near the stove, while Bradley mirrored you against the island. You sighed. 

“I love you so much - sometimes I’m scared that I love you this much and that it’s not quite been a year since we met. And I never thought I’d be so heart achingly in love with someone in the Navy, of all things, and just - sometimes it hits me that you’re not even fully mine? That a part of you will always want to be in the sky or out at sea because you have this other entity that tells you what to do? And when to do it and what to wear and how you should act? Where you’re Rooster and not my Bradley?”

Bradley frowned at the use of his callsign coming from your lips. It didn’t feel right, it didn’t sound right. He didn’t want to be Rooster around you. He liked that he didn’t have to be Rooster around you.

“And it makes me absolutely crazy because you love it and you’re not going to stop - and you shouldn’t stop, not for me! But, god, Bradley, sometimes I want to shake you and hold you down and beg you to stay. Like that fucking story.” You wiped your eyes. 

“It’s all I wanted to tell you when I had that dream. About how I want you to come home so badly. I want you to stay here with me forever and never leave and to have that cute little boy who was the perfect mix of me and you and to have you here in my arms every night. And I know it’s selfish of me to ask or even make you think about it, but I want you right here. I don’t want you looking at the sky when you’re here and wanting to be up there. And I know you don’t either, Bradley. You give everything to everyone, you don’t do things by halves.” 

You both stood there, Bradley stunned by your words, and you, seemingly stunned that you’d actually said them. He took a step towards you, but didn’t cross that final barrier to touch you. He remembered highlighting a particular passage from the story in his response back to you and how he never wanted you to feel the same way as Lily. He didn’t want to let it - flying, the Navy, all of it get a hold of him.

“Don’t ever be a Rocket Man.” I stopped. “I mean it,” he said. “Because when you’re out there you want to be here, and when you’re here you want to be out there. Don’t start that. Don’t let it get hold of you.” “But-“ “You don’t know what it is. Every time I’m out there I think, If I ever get back to Earth I’ll stay there; I’ll never go out again. But I go out, and I guess I’ll always go out.”

You sniffled and wiped your eyes on your sleeve. “And I was so scared when you didn’t get back to me right away. Thought I’d scared you off…” You glanced down at the floor and played with your bracelet. It looked so fragile and dainty on your wrist. “I think I wrote five different responses to you after - deleted all of them.”

Bradley nudged your foot with his own and got you to look up at him. Even though it felt like his tattoo was burning into his skin - xxxix, xxxix, xxxix, the number ran through his head constantly as of late - he tried to put on a brave face. Everything you were saying was what he had been mulling over for the last three months. Thousands of miles apart and you both were still so in-sync. He cleared his throat before speaking. 

“You turned my life on its head when you sent me that story.” Even weeks later, he was still in disbelief. “And I know it wouldn’t have changed anything - not really - but I kept - I keep wondering how my dad would’ve reacted to it? Or my mom? I don’t think it would’ve made anything different, but just knowing about it? Because I don’t want us to have kids and still be a ‘rocket man.’ I don’t want them - that little boy in your dream - to wonder if I want to be up in the sky more than I want to be with him. And be with you. I want to be around, I want to be their dad and your husband. I love it, I love flying. But I don’t love it more than being with you and having a family with you. I don’t want to die in an F18 with a family at home.”

You let out a sob and he wrapped his arms around you and slowly swayed you from side to side. “Kid, I got six more years and then I’m all yours.” He could feel your tears seeping into his shirt as you cried. “It’s like what I said after you sent me that story - I don’t want our kids chasing ghosts. Not like I did.”

“You’d give us your wild?” you whispered. 

Bradley nodded and felt his own eyes welling up. “I want us to have what my mom and I didn’t. And it’s not that my mom wasn’t enough, but there was always a piece missing for both of us - Maverick, too.” You wiped the tears away from his eyes. “I love you, so, so much, kid. You know I’m gonna marry you. And I just want to be yours when it comes time for us to have a family.”

Honestly, it was a relief that you’d brought all this up. It only reaffirmed the thought that had been bouncing around Bradley’s head lately.

You two wouldn’t have kids until he was out of the Navy. 

There were six years until Bradley could put in his twenty years and retire. It was a little fucked, honestly, and he was sure his therapist would have plenty to say about it. But why not avoid something that could end in tragedy for everyone involved?

Why run the risk?

Bradley wasn’t dying in an F18 with a family at home.  

And he knew his logic wasn’t exactly sound. It didn’t entirely make sense even to himself. There would be plenty of times over the next six years where he could get into an accident or not come home from a mission. He understood that. 

Except, currently, there wasn’t a kid waiting at home for him. There wasn’t a three year old Bradley waiting at home and being told by his mom that his dad wasn’t coming home. He knew that if you had a family, it would be harder for you to move on if something happened to him. And he didn’t want to put you and any future little nuggets through that. He didn’t want to be a rocketman with them.

Bradley wasn’t dying in an F18 with a family at home. 

He wasn’t going to do that to your family. So, why not just wait to have a family until after he got out of the Navy? It seemed obvious. Perfectly so. The words had been ready to pour out of his mouth, except you beat him to it.

“I know,” your cleared the scratchiness out of your throat, “we talked about waiting to have kids until a couple years after we get married, but if you want to wait until you retire, we’ll do it. And then we’ll get all of you. I want to do everything with you, Bradley.”

Give you my wild, give you a child.

Bradley wrapped you up in his arms and squeezed you hard. “I love you, I love you, I love you. God, I love you so much.” He kissed your forehead and cheeks and lips and tried his damndest to pour all the love he had for you into it.

“I love you, too, Bradley,” you said simply. 

And maybe it wasn’t exactly healthy to wait and almost be consumed by this desperate need to control both your lives and have a countdown clock to when everything would be okay. Because maybe things wouldn’t be okay in six years? And maybe you and Bradley would get in a car accident tomorrow or maybe you both would have trouble having kids or or or…

But Bradley wasn’t dying in an F18 with a family at home.  

He would need to talk about this with his therapist at some point. The therapist the Navy gave him eighteen months ago after he ‘recklessly’ went back to save Maverick. The therapist that he just never stopped seeing even though he was cleared from last April. 

“We’re a bit of a mess, aren’t we?” Bradley asked after a moment.

You pulled back. “Maybe? And maybe it’s a little extreme for both of us to think like that, but we’ll make it work, okay? However we have to, we’ll make it work for us.” You punctuated your words with a quick kiss over his heart. 

“Oh dear,” you said suddenly. Bradley tensed up. “I got tears on your shirt.” 

He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, I know you can afford to get me a new one.” You shoved his shoulder and you both laughed. And just like that, the mood was lifted. 

Bradley had been right earlier - he felt lighter. You looked lighter. And that wasn’t to say that you’d looked gloomy or upset or scared before, but your shoulders weren’t as tense and you kept smiling, at him, at whatever you were cooking, at nothing.

This could be his life every night. You could be together like this forever. Cooking dinner side by side, talking about where the mail should go (it very much was not on the hall table, that was for damn sure), complaining about Mr. Harrington next door or arguing over who should vacuum. All the little things that made that big life together. The one you both wanted so badly. 

And contrary to your earlier statement, you did make you and Bradley another drink before dinner. In fact, it probably was what gave you the courage to attempt to flip the chicken in the saucepan like a regular José Andrés. (Even more surprising was the fact that you didn’t drop any.)

Once the potatoes finished, you swapped them in the oven for the asparagus, hoping the former would cool while the latter was roasting. All the while, you talked Bradley through everything - how much oil you added to the asparagus, where you’d gotten the potatoes, and the recipe for the chocolate cake you’d made for dessert. 

It was - well, Bradley didn’t really have a word for what it was. His first thought was how nice it was seeing you so confident and capable and proud of yourself. But his second thought was that it was also oddly stirring seeing you do all this for him while he just watched. 

Watched his pretty little girlfriend bopping around the kitchen, bopping around the house making sure everything was perfect for him. All you needed was a pretty little dress and a string of pearls to match your earrings. His pretty little housewife. Mrs Bradshaw. Bent over the kitchen island, wearing nothing but a frilly white apron and a pearl necklace as he fucked you from behind -

“All set!” Your cheerful voice interrupted Bradley’s fantasy before it could really start. He had zoned out while you’d been prattling on about the herb cutting scissors you wanted to get at Crate & Barrel. “Shall we?”

Bradley readjusted himself before getting up from his seat and helping you bring the drinks and serving dishes into the dining room. 

Mrs Bradshaw.

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“So, how is it?” you asked once the food had been served and the wine had been poured. You had your chin propped up on your fist as you watched Bradley take the first few, slow bites of food. 

It was good. It was more than good, it was excellent. It was hot and perfectly seasoned and all the textures were just right. And it wasn’t just because he’d been on an aircraft carrier, eating out of the officer’s mess everyday. Because the food was actually pretty good on the carrier and the Aussies had even treated him to a couple meals. 

But he wouldn’t be Bradley and you wouldn’t be you if he didn’t mess with you a little. He tilted his head back and forth, trying to look like he was mulling it over. “It’s good…”

You nudged his foot under the table once you saw the smile threatening to break out on his face. “You ass.” The words lacked any heat.

Bradley took another bite of potatoes before speaking. “It’s really good, kid, seriously. You killed it. Seemed like you really enjoyed it, too.”

“I did,” you nodded, “I just always used to be so nervous I’d undercook something and make everyone sick, you know? Or that people would be lying to me about the food and that it was burnt or under-seasoned or something? But those lessons really helped and made me more confident, which is exactly why you gave them to me, so thank you.”

Maybe it wasn’t exactly why he had given them to you, but…

“You’re very welcome.”

Dinner continued on with only light hearted conversation after that. What Reuben and Bob were planning for their leave (Reuben and his wife were going up the coast for a mini-break and then building out the nursery for their baby, while Bob was going home to see his parents), the work you had to finish up before your trip, and what you both were hoping to get out of your vacation (good food, a tan, reading plenty of books, and having copious amounts of sex). 

All the while, Bradley had another helping of everything, except the potatoes, of which he had two additional helpings - you refrained from seconds entirely. You two must have sat at the table for over two and a half hours, talking and eating and laughing. It was perfect. Bradley helped you bring the dishes back into the kitchen; both of you were more than happy to deal with them a little later. 

And then there was the dessert. The chocolate cake looked heavenly - Ina’s recipe, of course - and you asked Bradley if he wanted an espresso martini to wash it down.

“What? ‘You trying to get me drunk?” 

You put your hand over your heart. “I would never! Though, I know your tolerance might be a little shot. Did that affect your stamina, too?”

“Ha, ha, ha hilarious.” He took the cake plate and knife from you while you went over to the bar to make the martinis. “I’ll have you know that the Aussies were very accommodating hosts.”

“The Aussies, huh?”

Bradley shrugged. It wouldn’t be an issue to tell you now, not after he’d been dying to mention it for the past few weeks. “It’s not classified or anything, they just don’t like us talking about it in the moment.”

“Wait,” you came back into the dinning room with a coupe half filled in your right hand. “Did you go to Australia?” 

“Possibly…” You shot him a look. “We do this joint training exercise with them every year. Last year was my first year.”

“That’s so cool! Did you spend much time actually on land or…” You went back to preparing the drinks and tossed your next question over your shoulder. “When was it? I think I saw something about it in the news.”

“After you got back from London. It was just a week for the actual exercise, but there were a lot of meetings in the lead up, we did a couple war-games, too. We were mainly in New South Wales with the aviators, but went up to the North Western Territory for the actual exercises.”

Last year, Bradley hadn’t had the opportunity to really get too involved in the planning aspects and being on base - his promotion hadn’t come through yet, so he had been just a lowly lieutenant - but his elevated rank granted him that privilege this year. 

“Wait, that’s so cool, I’ll have to read up on it more! I definitely remember hearing about it on the news, should’ve made the connection.” You came back over with the drinks. “How were the other pilots? This isn’t going to be some Manchurian Candidate bullshit, is it?”

Bradley barked out a laugh. “Nah, that’ll be Bob.”

“Did it have a fun name? They always seem to!” 

Bradley took a sip of his martini. Damn it was delicious. “Exercise Talisman Sabre - R-E. You want me to cut the cake?”

You nodded. Bradley pulled the cake stand closer to his seat. The cake was stunning. The frosting was definitely homemade and the white piping on the top looked perfect. “‘You take a picture of it yet?” 

“Of the cake?”

“Gotta commemorate this, it’s gorgeous. Need one with you, too!” You smiled bashfully as Bradley snapped a couple pics with his phone and then put it face-up on the table. The picture of the two of you at your Christmas party before his deployment smiled back up at him. 

You sat back down in your chair. “Here’s hoping it tastes just as good.”

There would still be plenty of cake for leftovers, but Bradley thought the two of you deserved a little something extra tonight and measured the first piece a little bigger than he normally would. 

“Oh. You can have that one. I’ll take a smaller piece.” He went to cut another piece, slightly smaller than his. “Little smaller.” He kept scooching the knife closer and closer for your approval until it was only about a third of the size of his piece. “That’s perfect, thanks.”

You took a huge first bite of cake and Bradley did the same. “Oh, god. It’s so good,” he said. “I need the recipe so I can make this every week.” 

Your fork froze midair for a moment, before you took a slightly smaller piece this time. “I don’t know if I can handle this every week...” You chuckled. 

Bradley moaned. “But the ganache! The whipped frosting on the top! Sweetheart, it’s so good. The world cannot be deprived of its beauty.”

That got a proper laugh out of you. “‘You writing sonnets about cake now?”

“I’ll write sonnets about you, this cake, anything you want, you got me in a good mood, kid.” He licked the frosting off his fork and then went back in for the final two bites. 

“That might just be the martini talking, bubs. Here,” you slid your barely eaten plate over towards him, “you can have the rest of mine.”

Bradley frowned. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I had extra batter and made some cupcakes. Had one this morning. I’m chocolate cake’d out.” 

He was a little dubious since you loved chocolate cake, but took your words at face value. 

“But first,” you swiped some extra frosting off your plate and streaked it across Bradley’s cheek, “you got a little something on your face, bubs.”

“Oh no,” he laid it on thick, “guess you’ll have to come over here and help me clean it off.”

In a flash, you were on him - arms wrapped around his neck, legs astride his thigh. Your feet remained firmly on the ground, but Bradley wanted all your weight on him, reminding him that he was here in the house you shared and not back in his bunk on the carrier. 

“There we go.” You swiped the frosting off his cheek and sucked the excess off your finger. “My pretty boy again.”

He smiled. “You say that like you haven’t wanted to fuck me since we got home.”

Your jaw dropped at his words. “I’m trying to draw out the anticipation!” Bradley squeezed your hips and you shifted your weight on his thigh. This time your words came out quieter. “Thought you wanted me in our bed the first time back?” You pressed light kisses across his neck and jawline until you nipped at his ear. “The same bed I’ve been getting myself off in every night since I brought my stuff over.”

“But just like I asked, right? Just your fingers?” You nodded. “Good girl.”

You ducked your head at the praise and then pulled yourself even closer to him before capturing his lips in a deep kiss. You tasted like espresso and chocolate and Bradley wanted to take you right there on the dining room table with little regard for the state of his stem and dish-ware. Slowly, you rocked your body on his lap and let out a breathy gasp against his lips. The seam on your jeans must have been driving you absolutely crazy, but you didn’t let up. And, frankly, Bradley didn’t want you to - all he wanted right now was to keep kissing you, keep pressing his chest against yours, keep grabbing at your hips over your shirt. Except that soon wasn’t enough. 

He slipped his hand underneath your shirt and went straight for your lace bra. He smiled against your lips. Good girl. You wore his favorite one. His hand slid lower to drag his fingers across the soft skin of your stomach and side. God, you were so warm. So soft. But he couldn’t linger on the spot for too long after you pushed his hand away and gestured for him to get up.

Without separating yourselves for too long, you and Bradley made your way from making out on his dining table chair to making out on the couch. You were on your back, half wedged between the back cushion, and entirely under Bradley’s bulk. 

God, had he missed this. Touching you, kissing you, holding you, fucking you. You’d already talked for hours, now he wanted to kiss you for them. 

The couch felt ten times more inviting with you now than it had earlier in the evening when it had just been Bradley. Because now he had you underneath him with your head on the throw pillows he had made note of earlier, now the candles on the coffee table were lit and were the perfect complement to your perfume, and now the cashmere blanket he had always loved was half draped over you both.

This was where you’d watch movies together at night, where you’d open Christmas presents, where you’d ride him after a long day at work, where you’d have meals with the news on in the background, where your kids would watch TV. 

“I love you,” you rasped against his lips. “I love you so much.”

“Love you, love you, love you,” he repeated.

It could have been twenty minutes or an hour later, but now the two of you were just laying side by side on the couch. You were wrapped in Bradley’s arms, nestled against his chest, where you had been pressing little kisses against his neck for the last five minutes. Occasionally, you’d play with the ends of his hair or drag your finger across the scars on his neck. 

Bradley pressed a light kiss to your temple. “This has been really nice, thank you. I’ve never had someone to come home to - not like this.”

You tilted your head up and bit your lip, looking adorably flustered. “I always want to be here when you come home. And I wanted to do something nice for you, make you happy.”

“You made me very happy, always do.”

“Always, huh?” you teased. You kissed his neck. Nipped at his neck. 

Bradley mimicked your tone. “Well, not when I saw the way you put the mail on the hall table…” 

“You gonna punish me?” There was a little glint in your eyes as you said it.

While the idea had plenty of merit, Bradley didn’t want that tonight, he wanted everything to be soft and slow, so he could really get his fill of you. Plus, you’d be so fucking tight for him, so responsive to his touch, he wanted to make that drag out as long as possible. He wanted you to babble, he wanted you to beg.

“Not tonight, but maybe tomorrow if you’re good for me?” He pinched your side and you let out a giggle and then suddenly sat up on the couch, almost startled.

“I should do the dishes, don’t want to leave them for too long. You can head upstairs, though.” You cupped his cheek and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“You sure you don’t need any help?” he said the last word through a yawn. 

“Nope!” You smiled over your shoulder and headed off to the kitchen. “You’re off the hook. I’m gonna finish putting these in the dishwasher and lock-up while you go upstairs and get ready, okay?”

Bradley scrunched his nose. “Is this gonna be a normal thing? You doing all the housework? Because that’s not gonna slide, roomie.”

“Oh, so I’m just your roommate now?” you teased. You bent over the dishwasher to put some larger plates in the back. “I see how it is, Bradshaw.”

He doubled back over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. “Got a feeling you’re gonna be my last one,” he murmured against your neck before he pressed kisses against it. 

It was like you melted against him. God, you smelled so pretty and tasted so pretty and looked so pretty and sounded so pretty giggling. And Bradley had never felt so welcomed home before. He couldn’t wait to do this with you every night. 

“Bradley,” you sighed and turned around to face him. “The sooner you let me finish, the sooner I can come upstairs…” You pecked him on the lips. 

Upstairs. Where Bradley would take care of you. 

Take care of you. Take you. Take you take you take you -

He groaned and gave you a longer kiss. “Okay, okay, okay.” He kissed you between each word. “But this is the last time you’re getting away with this...”

“I’ll hold you to it.” You kissed him again. “Now go! Get into something comfortable, powder your nose, touch up your hair -”

“I’m going, I’m going,” he promised. “Don’t be too long, we can always do everything tomorrow morning.”

You waved him off good-naturedly and went about setting the kitchen to rights. Bradley smiled at the sight of you already appearing so at home in his house - your house and headed upstairs. With startling alacrity despite the numerous drinks he’d had and the late hour, Bradley quickly brushed his teeth, did his skincare routine, and turned down the bed for your arrival. 

Even a floor apart, he could still hear the sounds of you puttering around downstairs. If he concentrated really hard, he could imagine exactly what you were doing. 

You had just opened the silverware drawer, probably had just washed and dried something - oh right, he had noticed you used the hand-wash-only salad tongs for the asparagus. Then you opened the tupperware cabinet and got out some snapware and eventually opened the freezer, putting the leftover chicken piccata away for another meal. Then there was the sound of the cake plate on the granite countertop and more snapware. He was still surprised you hadn’t eaten much cake, much of any of the food really, but chalked it up to nerves or excitement at his homecoming.

With a sigh, Bradley laid back against the fluffy pillows lining the headboard. God, he had missed this. His high thread count sheets, your fancy Laundress detergent, his side of the bed - and more importantly, you being on the other side. He stretched and let out a groan, getting comfortable. 

This was perfect. He was home - in the house you now shared. You were going to come upstairs - probably in some cute little outfit - and give him a proper welcome home. Bradley bet you even got a new matching set just for the occasion. The two of you had gotten all the tough conversations out of the way - for the most part - so now you could really enjoy these next few days together before your trip. 

And Bradley was so excited to go to Punta Mita with you. You had done such an amazing job planning everything. He had done some additional research on his flight home earlier and definitely wanted to hit up the spa and maybe sneak in a round of golf over the ten day trip. Plus, you definitely had the cutest fucking outfits planned. He always liked that, imagining what you were wearing while he was gone. The sporadic pictures hadn’t been enough. You always looked so pretty and he always needed to tell you. 

Pretty, pretty, pretty. His pretty girlfriend. Downstairs, making sure everything was all set. He yawned. Mmmmm, he hoped you’d be upstairs soon. His eyelids were getting heavy. 

And it was so warm and comfy and his stomach was full and everything smelled so good and he was here. 

Finally, he was here with you. 

In your house, talking about your future. 

Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a few minutes. Maybe if he just took a quick nap…

a/n - sorry for the cliff hanger, but it's the PERFECT spot for a break! next part will have that first night back AND the lead up to their trip, which will be in the final part! couldn't have gotten this done without all the encouraging messages and texts over the last few weeks - special shout out to @sometimesanalice @callsignspark @notroosterbradshaw @ofstoriesandstardust @cherrycola27 @heartsofminds and @greenorangevioletgrass xxjordan

[cremisiusaclassii]

In the back of my mind lives a fancy party quest or maybe even post game what are your thoughts regarding your two little guys

OH BOY HOWDY

Kel:

is not well versed in the Fancy Party Scene considering his former job as Homicidal Maniac, do not count on him to know the right forks or use or who to bow to in what order. if left unsupervised, will probably cause a diplomatic incident but will smooth it over in the same conversation bc he's so charming

he does clean up REAL good when he isn't dressing like a goofy ass loser, like seriously when he isn't dressing in stupid yellow and blue armor and dresses up for a Fancy Ball for the first time everyone in camp basically starts drooling

Gale and him slow dancing to something is literally hurting my heart UGH the idea of them being so gentle with each other

he may have left the lute at home but he will find a new one by the end of the night and it will end with him on a table, getting the whole crowd singing Sweet Caroline, no one is really sure how it happened

Woe:

also not extremely versed in the Fancy Party Scene, but has a fair amount of cobbled together knowledge on basic social etiquette, but will absolutely get in a brawl in public however if they witness a noble being snobby to the servants, regardless of how important they are

has absolutely been thrown out of/had to flee several parties that the gang were at for picking fights with people

Astarion leads on the dance floor, Woe has ZERO experience there but is enthusiastic

I like the idea of the two of them sneaking out of the party early though, it really isn't Woe's scene and Astarion probably just thinks about all the people who used parties like this to seduce and take back to Cazador

[praebitorem-glaciei]

nsfw asks - finn edition

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I always use the aftercare section to talk about what kind of positions my ocs like. anyways. a switch!! when he tops, he's very gentle and caring with aftercare.. will make his partner a snack, get them a drink, clean them up. and when he bottoms he's j really clingy, he wants kisses in a warm bath with a bath bomb..

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Finn is pretty insecure about his body, he's incredibly dysphoric. But he thinks he has really nice hips! though they're a bit more feminine than he'd like, he knows they're nice. On his partner? hands... simp.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

He's pretty average with wetness? So I'll go with the fact he tastes a lil bit sweet with that hint of musk...

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Breeding kink. He really really didn't think he'd be into that and then Fennel suggested it and now he's REALLY into it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Virgin before his current bf.. No experience whatsoever. But he's soo determined.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

The Lotus! He likes how close it is..

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

tends to giggle a bit, he's kind of ticklish so.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

messy and light brown. doesn't shave that much..

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...) 

LOVER BOY... pet names, kissing, forehead touching..

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Didn't really masturbate before Fennel and then proceeds to masturbate and send him videos every night before they move in together lmao gn.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

big big big exhibitionist.. really likes bondage, especially tying up his partner with fancy knots.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Not like.. on a stage or anything. but he's open to most places..

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

KISS HIS NECK.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

unsanitary kinks, cnc, he wouldn't take drugs..

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Likes to give! He's so eager to learn that he quickly gets the hang of it!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When he bottoms he likes when it starts slow and sensual and gets rougher the more needy his partner gets for him. When he's on top he's a bit of a tease.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not his favourite, but not infrequent.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Super game to experiment. He hasn't done anything before this so... Why not?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Sorcerer stamina real... Can go for a few rounds!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Probably? Probably for both..

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

BIG tease without even meaning to be sometimes.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

LOUD, bottom or top, he's a very vocal lover.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he's really.. really into (consensual) frottage.. j rubbing is.. ugh. idk somethin sinful about it he loooves.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

cute,, small.. tiny boy.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Tends to match his partner's.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

not immediately! he loves himself some pillow talk first<3

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

It's A Love Story, Baby

Summary: Secret relationships can be fun, but sometimes the love runs so deep that it’s just begging to get the spotlight. Love like that is difficult, but it’s the realest thing Spencer and Y/N have ever felt.

Pairing: Spencer Reid X GN Reader (this is my first time writing GN, so if anything seems to be gendered, PLEASE tell me)

Content Warning: Brief innuendo (like barely PG-13) but it's there if you think about it. Kissing...

I’m so so dumb. I forgot about the shower scene when I was writing the content warnings. I wrote 2 versions. So ugh. There’s a shower scene but it’s intimate and romantic rather than sexual.

Author’s Note: I don’t particularly like writing from a second person point of view, but please let me know what you think. I’m still learning & appreciate feedback.

Also..... this is my fic for @willowrose99 anniversary! so congrats!!

Word Count: 2.6

It's a Love Story, Baby

It was in the quiet moments in the early morning that always remind you of how much you love Spencer Reid. The morning light seemed to make him look even more beautiful than anyone could possibly be. You always marvel at how young he looks while he sleeps. His face isn’t contorted into a perplexed frown and his mind is at ease. You love every iteration of Spencer, but sleeping Spencer has to be your favorite.

It’s impossible, you know that, but still. You’ll tell yourself all these lies and will yourself to believe that it’s a Saturday. Any excuse to stay tangled in between the sheets with your chest pressed up to Spencer’s back and your arms hugging around his waist.

Reality, however, seems to have it out for the pair of you. The blaring alarm wakes you from your clandestine fairytale. It’s a signal that calls you and Spencer back to Earth. Even though it happens every morning, the crash from Paradise stings.

Spencer, his brown hair tousled and messy, groans as he puts his pillow over his head. You twist your body to turn off the alarm. For whatever reason, Spencer insisted that you use an old fashioned alarm clock; the kind that’s jarring and ridiculously loud.

“Y/N,” Spencer mumbles, his voice groggy and low. If you weren’t pressed for time, you’re sure that considering the way your name sounds from Spencer’s lips, you’d be spending more time in bed and less time sleeping.

“Spencer,” You tease back, dragging your hands under his pajama top. Spencer Reid has a lot of quirks, like the alarm clock, but the one you find most endearing is his affinity for matching pajama sets.

“Just stay a little longer, please. I can’t stand when you leave,” Spencer says, turning his head to look at you. You lay there in his bed, tempted to give into him. Tempted to stay in this little paradise that you carved out for yourselves.

“You know I’d love that more than anything,” You say, trying not to get swept up in the starry way Spencer gazes up at you, “but you promised me a picnic, Romeo and I want a picnic with my favorite person,”

“You brush your fingers across his face, committing him to memory for the days to come. Those sleepless nights where the only thing you want is to be in Spencer’s arms. Those dark moments on a case where you need to touch him, to touch something that’s so pure and good and kind. Those silent stares can only keep you at bay for so long.

He simply closes his eyes and swallows his words. Silently, he places a kiss on your forehead. It’s a light peck, but those are the ones that seem to be just dripping with love. But instead of his kiss leaving needing more, all you feel is guilt. Spencer doesn’t deserve to be loved in the shadows, but there you were kissing him with the guise of secrecy.

But maybe today was going to change that. Maybe you’ll be able to kiss Spencer in public and hold his hand. Or even stroke his hair as his head rests in your lap while he reads to you. All those normal couple activities were always just a grasp and a leap away. But the menacing foe of the FBI relationship rules proved to be a looming enemy.

“I’m going to shower,” Spencer says. His voice trails off, like he expects you to finish his sentence for him.

“Care if I join?” You ask, hoping that it’s what he wants too. His devilish grin is enough for you to stretch your back and scamper on into the bathroom with Spencer at your heels.

He likes undressing you more than any other man you’ve been with. He takes his time unbuttoning your pajama top. His fingers, though they look like they’d be rough and coarse, are soft and slip down to your hip bone, just grazing the skin. Spencer lets his fingers press a little harder, urging you to spin around so your back is up against his chest. He places wet kisses along the exposed skin of your shoulders; he’s more adventurous this morning. Spencer’s kisses are usually sweet, almost chaste. Usually the opposite of how his hands rank over your body or how his eyes look at you when you smile and writhe from his touch.

“I love when you steal my clothes, Y/N,” He says, his voice still a little husky and you don’t think it’s from the lack of sleep.

You close your eyes, as if eliminating one of your senses would heighten to ones that Spencer is letting on fire. Suddenly, his touch is gone and you feel a lot colder. He turns the water on in the shower and you take the opportunity to pay attention to him. He, much your disdain, dodges your kisses by getting under the warm water.

Spencer, gesturing for you to join him, lets his hands hover over your hips and up your arms. There’s isn’t a spot on your body that he hasn’t touched. Every piece of your being is open to Spencer’s love, but only in the quiet privacy of your apartments.

It’s hard to think about that, as he holds you in his arms. The warm water mixes with the way his chest presses up your back.

“What smell do you want?,” He asks, referring to the many bottles of shampoos, conditioners, and body washes. The citrus scents are yours while Spencer prefers this ridiculously expensive coconut and cinnonmen shampoo.

“Hmm, Meyer Lemon,” You day and Spencer grabs the shampoo and matching conditioner from the shower rack.

He squirts some shampoo on his hands and lathers it up before massaging it into your scalp. Spencer, if the BAU doesn’t pan out, should go into professional hair care. He’s got these long fingers that reach across the expanse of your scalp and come down to place pressure on your temples. You lay your head back, leaning against Spencer’s upper chest. You still marvel at how your head fits perfectly in the crook of his neck. It’s hard to feel bad for forcing him to love in private when his hands are all over your body, silently spilling his affections and feelings with every stroke against your back and every tender graze against your shoulder.

“Lean back to rinse,” He says quietly. Faithfully, you lean back and rinse your hair. Spencer’s fingers come to undo the knot and snags, his gentleness is indiscernible from his love.

Finally clean, you turn around to face Spencer. The water slaps against your back, it’s hot and stings but you don’t care. Spencer, so used to having to swallow his affection, tends to go a little overboard when he gets the chance to touch you and kiss you as you and him please. It’s like he’s making up for all the times when he wants to kiss you in the middle of the bullpen, but Emily's door is left open and she can hear everything from a mile away.

“Your turn, my dear,” you say, taking the opportunity to kiss Spencer's collarbones, up his neck, and over his jaw line. It’s a little absurd how pretty he is and totally unfair.

Spencer, not wanting to sacrifice a chance to kiss you, places needy kisses all over your face, except your lips. His goofy kisses send you into a fit of laughter. He seems so free like this, so unafraid to love.

Spencer turns around and crouches slightly, giving you full access to his hair. You lather up his shampoo and mirroring his actions, you massage the shampoo into his scalp. Early into your relationship, you found out that Spencer loves showers. It’s not surprising, he’s the cleanest person you know. But Spencer loves showering with you. There’s nothing sexual about it, even though the way his fingers dance around your naked body leave you wanting more. Showering with Spencer lets loose all those bottled up emotions from the cases. Your clandestine showering meetings are an intimate exercise where you remind each other that you're alive, you’re still breathing and still hanging on.

Maybe it could be like this all the time, only if you’re brave enough to say “yes”

You stand back as Spencer washes off the final suds that collected on his back. He shuts off the water and climbs out of the shower. You follow, but reach for two towels. Spencer wraps his towel around his waist and squeezes the water out of his hair into the bathtub. Drying yourself off, you sit on the bathroom counter and rub lotion on your legs.

The quiet moments of domesticity almost make you believe that this is your life with Spencer. It seems so real that at times you let yourself wonder what it’s like to love Spencer in public.

As it turns out, your little bliss is short-lived when a loud knock disrupts your quiet morning.

You shoot Spencer a terrified look; both of you can recognize that knock anywhere. Luke Alvez is here, and unfortunately you are too, but naked in your co-work/secret lover’s bathroom.

“Spencer! What the hell is he doing here?” You say, your voice raising with your fear of being caught.

“I don’t know Y/N. He was telling me the other day that he wants to take me out to you know,” Spencer says, letting his voice trail off.

“To what, Spencer?” You ask, growing annoyed at Luke’s unexpected arrival.

“To get me laid,” Spencer mumbles under his breath. His hands come up to hide his blush at the uncomfortable conversation that he remembers word for word with Luke.

“What? God. Did you tell him that, that um covered?” You say, hoping that Spencer would catch your meaning, but he shakes his head.

“Oh my God, Spencer. You need to go out there and fix this. Okay, I’m going to look for clothes,” You tell him, throwing a sweatshirt and a pair of boxers at him.

He puts on the boxers before opening the bathroom door. Luke’s loud knocking gets more insistent and Spencer manages to get his sweatshirt on before he swings the door open.

“Took you long enough,” Luke says, standing in the doorway.

“Yeah. Some of us like to sleep on days off. You should try it sometime,” Spencer responds, getting ready to shut the door in Luke’s face and return to Y/N in the bathroom.

“You’re hiding something, Reid,” Luke says, strong-arming his way into Spencer’s apartment.

“I have no clue what you're talking about, Luke. Everything is fine, I’m fine,” Spencer says. You listen from the bathroom with the door slightly ajar.

“You said you were sleeping?” Luke asks, and you internally cringe at what you know is to come.

“Yeah. Work has been exhausting and this is our only time to catch up on sleep. Actually, I was reading this study—”

“Reid. Don’t change the subject. Your hair is wet. And you’re wearing a sweatshirt to a college that you didn’t go to,” Luke surmises. Shit, you think. Luke Alvez, through all his brawn and muscle, is the most perceptive profiler, especially when it comes to Spencer.

“I just washed my hair and —” Spencer starts, but is silenced by Luke’s hand.

“If I remember correctly, Y/N went to Auburn,”

You can’t hear what Spencer says, but you only imagine him out there in his boxers in your college sweatshirt standing awkwardly in front of Luke Alvez. He picks at the embroidered scarlet “A” that’s sewn into the sweatshirt.

“You’re still holding out on that happening, aren’t you?” Luke asks.

“Um, I guess,” Spencer says, “you know I really do love Y/N. It’s not like it’s just a work crush or anything. Y/N is it for me. Even if I’m not it for Y/N,” Spencer says, and for some reason you think that his words aren’t for Luke.

“Come on dude, just let me get you laid. I know you’re hung up on Y/N but it seems like that is sailed. Spence, Y/N is seeing someone and it’s really serious. Penelope was telling me that Y/N mentioned something to her about this guy. I’m sorry, Spencer. But I don’t think that’s going to work out,” Luke says calmly.

“Oh yeah," Spencer says, trying to mask his smile at being Y/N's mystery man that Penelope gossips about, "but, really, uh. Luke, I’m not looking to uh get. I’m not in business of, uh?�� ”

Unable to take it any longer, you swing open the bathroom door...

“I think what Spencer is trying to say, Luke is that uh, he, well really we got it covered,” You say, unable to watch the way that Spencer is utterly crumbling under Luke’s stare.

You pop out from the bathroom dressed in Spencer’s robe. Luke looks from Spencer to you and back to Spencer. You can see the cogs in his brain turning, trying to figure out if his friends are playing an elaborate practical joke that’s years in the making or if their longing stares and hidden smiles were evidence of something more.

“Y/N the guy you’re seeing is Spencer?” Luke asks, not fully believing his eyes.

“Yes, uh. You know we just wanted to keep things secret for a little bit because of Emily and the rules,” You answer, hoping he'd understand why you and Spencer were a secret.

“Huh, damn,” Luke says, still shocked that he missed all those obvious signs.

“Yes and I’d appreciate it if you stop insisting that Spencer get laid. I can assure you that that is taken care of. Thoroughly,” You say, sitting down next to Spencer on the couch.

“Oh my God, Y/N,” Spencer says, appalled that his partner is giving his friend very innocent details about his quite active sex life.

“What, Spence. I’ve decided that the team should know you're a genius in more ways than one. Besides, the cat has been let out the bag,” You reason, liking the way Spencer’s blush returns to the top of his nose and down his cheeks.

“I’ve heard enough, um. But don’t be surprised when your uh extracurricular activities are interrupted by Penny,” Luke says before dashing out the door, already getting Penelope on speed dial.

Spencer, still sitting on the edge of the couch, turns to face you. His face is contorted, like he’s trying, but struggling to read the emotions of the room.

“You’re okay, Y/N. With everyone knowing?” Spencer asks, his voice full of trepidation. He sounds so scared, like he feels guilty for you wanting to keep your relationship a secret.

“Spencer, look at me please,” You say, scooting a little closer on the couch so your knees touch. He refused to make eye contact with you, until you place your fingertips under his chin, directing his attention at you.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry. I messed this up, I --” Spencer went on. His lips could hardly keep up with how fast his brain seems to work.

“Spence, hon. Please relax. I’m not upset. We’ll make it out of this mess. This love might be difficult, sweetheart, but it’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt,” You tell him. Your fingers haven’t left his chin, but you do move them down towards the back of his neck.

“The best love stories were never easy,” Spencer says, enjoying the way your nimble fingers tangle themselves in his hair, tugging his head closer to yours.

You close the gap, and even though you’ve done this countless times, Spencer can still make your heart skip a beat or two.

“You still owe me a picnic, Romeo,"

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Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz NSFW Alphabet

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A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Hawk is pretty quiet after sex. He likes to lay there with you draped over his chest and a smirk on his face while you both catch your breath. If it was a particularly rough night he will get a wet cloth and clean you off before getting snacks and turning on some rock music or an action movie. He’s almost always the big spoon when cuddling.

B: Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also yours)

His favorite body part of yours is your face. He thinks you look so innocent and pure like a literal ray of sunshine. A complimentary opposite to his look. He especially likes how sweet you look while doing certain *ahem* activities. His favorite body part of his are his abs. He worked hard for them and they give him confidence. He loves when you run your hands down them while y’all are making out.

C: Cum (anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Hawk likes to cum on your face or inside you. You guys are young and not at all ready for kids so you always wrap it up, which is why he usually cums on your face. He could honestly finish just thinking about how you look covered in him like that. When it’s a super passionate or romantic night he prefers to finish inside you with or without the condom. He just likes to look deep in your eyes.

D: Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He’s always wanted to try anal. His tattoo buddy Rico told him it was awesome, and he’s wanted to do it ever since. He’s nervous to ask you though because he would never want you to be in pain. When you eventually tell him you want to give it a go, he’s beyond excited but also super gentle.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Hawk is somewhat experienced, but his confidence makes up for anything he might not be sure about. He was with Moon for a few months and learned all the basics, but it’s with you that he really starts to experiment. He’s also a super quick learner.

F: Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

The boy loves to try new things. You guys are making your way through the Kama-sutra. He still thinks you can never go wrong with the classics though- missionary and cowgirl. As long as he can touch you he’s a happy guy.

G: Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they more humorous, etc.)

He almost always is wearing a smirk when y’all are going at it. He’s more serious than goofy at first just because he feels like he has something to prove but once you guys get comfortable and he knows he can be himself around you, he lets loose a little and will crack a joke or two during.

H: Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes)

God I wish I could say the carpet matched the drapes lmaooo imagine a little mini mohawk. But fr he’s probably trimmed. Nothing too fancy but he keeps it clean.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

He’s a romantic at heart, but only for you. He’d never tell anyone but on Valentine’s day he goes all out. Rose petals, candles, a massage. And he loves to buy you lingerie to wear for him.

J: Jack off )Masturbation hc)

He does it a lot when he’s by himself because he can’t believe he got such a sexy mf as his girl. He always thinks of you. If he’s ever too frustrated from training or a tournament he’ll rub one out by himself so he doesn’t take out his anger on you. He’d never want to hurt you. But if you’re there, he obviously prefers you over his hand.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Anal, Hair pulling, choking, he loves when you bite his shoulder when it feels good, or scratch his back so when he takes off his shirt at practice everyone knows he did a good job. He also loves to leave hickeys all over your neck and thighs. He’s a confident boi but he has an insecure past so he wants everyone to know you’re taken and taken well ;)

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He’ll take you anywhere and everywhere. Bed, the dojo, the canyon, on his motorcycle in an alley somewhere, he literally does. Not. care. You guys even did it in his mom’s Sentra while it was in the middle of the car wash

M: Motivation (What turns them on, what gets them going)

Any time you bend over, or ask him to help you with something like opening a jar, he likes to feel needed and wanted. You could honestly look at this boy funny and he’d pop a hard one.

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do)

Anything that causes you pain. He would never slap you or make you gag on him or anything like that. Also threesomes are out, whether that’s with another guy or another girl, he wants it to be just you and him always.

O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

The first time you went down on him he thought he was gonna explode. He couldn’t believe it was happening. But the first time he went down on you? He’d never heard such beautiful noises and he knew from then that he wanted to hear those little moans every day for the rest of his life. He’s got the basics down when you first get together, but after you show him what you really like and y’all start experimenting? God tier head.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Honestly depends on the day. When you guys first meet he just wants to impress you so he’s super fast and rough, but once you tell him that slow and steady wins the race, he starts to take his time. You still enjoy a good pounding every once in a while though

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies)

He’s the king of quickies (not too quick tho if ya know what I mean). He’s a young guy, he’s horny all the time and doesn’t care if anyone sees. He’s doing what he wants when he wants as long as you’re ok with it.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment)

YES. It’s his favorite thing. You both love to get freaky and try new things. He’d do anything you ask him to do, and do it well.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for)

Ngl, when y’all first got together, this kid would bust in under 10 minutes. He’s a young guy, you were his second girlfriend ever, and he spent most of his childhood thinking he would never even talk to a girl like you. He bounced back fast though and could go for multiple rounds. And he’s built up stamina over time so no issues here.

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

He loves to use toys on you. In the beginning, you were having trouble reaching the summit *wink wink* no matter what he did. He was amazing, but for whatever reason you couldn’t quite finish. You told him it was fine but he said he couldn’t enjoy it if he knew you weren’t enjoying it. So one day he bought a tiny pink vibrator and held it between your legs while he fucked you and you LOST IT. Now he has several different toys that he uses on you all the time.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He’s not much of a tease. He likes to let you both have what you want. But he loves when you tease him. The anticipation of you hovering over him, not knowing when or if you would finally sink down, gets him that much more excited.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kind of quiet, but lots of swearing and groaning. Literally the “ugh fuck” right in your ear as he sinks into you. He doesn’t like to be too loud (his old shy self is still there) and would rather hear you scream for him.

W: Wild Card (Random hc)

He is very much into foreplay. He likes to make sure you’re on the brink of orgasm before he even gets in you. Your only sexual experiences before you met him were guys just shoving themselves into you completely dry and when you told him that, he promised you he would never do that to you. He’s been a foreplay prodigy ever since. It’s his thing.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Probably about 5 or 6 inches, average girth. Honestly size really is overrated. The G spot is only 3 inches in I’m tired of everyone acting like bigger is better. You Don’t Need Much if they’re using it right and he definitely does.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

On a scale of 1 to 10, Hawk is an 11. He could fuck you all day every day for the rest of his life. Morning, noon, and night. Rich or poor, in sickness and in health (I got carried away lmao)

Z: ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep after)

Hawk likes to cuddle, eat snacks, and watch a movie after. Maybe it’s because he always felt insecure sleeping around other people as Eli but he always lets you fall asleep first. He loves to feel like he’s watching over and protecting you while you sleep on his chest. Literally when you’re in such a vulnerable state around him he feels so honored and would die before he let anyone lay a finger on you.

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hi, are you still taking requests? if you are can i please request meeting Armin for a study date? i love how you write for him 💙

hi lovely yes i am!! ugh i love our soft sweet boy ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

summary: little study date drabble with our boy genius, armin arlert ੈ♡˳

wc: 500+

Everything was going to be just right -- he made sure of it.

Picking a quiet, cozy corner in the coffee shop was his first win. Armin set up his laptop and took a silent role call of the books in his bag. He nervously readjusted his sweater as he took a seat; the blonde liked to be prepared, but as he waited, tiny doubts began to plague his mind. Thinking back, you never explicitly said it'd be a date... maybe he was wrong to assume.

When you asked him to meet and study, mentioning your favorite (and now his favorite, too) coffee shop, his ears burned red and his eyes shot wide. "I'd love to," his reply came almost instantly, to which you had giggled oh so sweetly. "Great! How about this Sunday at noon?" And God, your smile was contagious, exposing pearly whites and pinching your cheeks up against glimmering eyes.

So, of course, Armin showed up half an hour early. Excitement fluttered under his skin and practically dragged him there.

Nearly on the dot, the door offers a tiny chime as you stroll in, bag slung over your shoulder and hair pushed back behind your ears. He watches your gentle expression glide over the tables until it landed on him. You grin, sending his heart thumping against his ribcage.

"Hey, Armin!" Such a sweet sound, he thinks as you flutter over to him. Suddenly, his palms felt damp, and his leg began to bounce under the tabletop.

"H-Hey, [Y/N]. You look really pretty today." Just today? "I mean, you always look really pretty." Too on-the-nose! Armin clears his throat if only to shut himself up for a moment, and manages a relatively even tone, "can I buy you a coffee?"

Armin was the guy that would always have his hand up in class. He had an answer for nearly every question, and he also wasn't afraid to ask questions himself. It was easy to see the pride he takes in his intelligence and academic prowess -- it's one of the first things that piqued your interest in him.

Watching him order your drinks and gently place yours before you on the table, you can't help but smile at him. This is the first time you've met privately outside of class. Armin sits across from you and adjusts his laptop screen, peering at you from over the top. The anxious energy all but pours out of the cute blonde. Before he can say anything, you place your hand gently over his for a second and smile.

"Thanks for agreeing to help me. I know you probably have a million other things on your mind, but you're the smartest person I know. It means a lot." Next, you sip your coffee, and hum with a pleasant rhythm. "Oh, and thanks so much for the coffee, too. You're a sweetheart."

Positively burning, Armin breaks into a goofy grin and clears his throat nervously again. "No problem, [Y/N], it's nice to see you outside the classroom." Hoping to hide his blush, he takes a gulp of his drink and tears his eyes away, toward the notes encompassing his screen. "S-So, from chapter eight--" Armin's voice cracks when he feels your foot gently glide up his own, a knowing smile gracing your pretty pink lips as you watch him.

This is going to be interesting.