#i'm just a hole sir 🥺

[spicyspiders]

Ngl I giggled a tad bit when I saw your prns " he /him /hole " real as hell honstely

Sometimes I wonder why the only requests I get are for smut, but then I remember that I have that on my blog.

[eldritch-spouse]

Going to be thirsty here for a moment-. But rereading Breg's fics made me wonder how he would be if Roomie started training herself to be able to take both of his dicks in one hole. Just to let him inside and hammer away. Like, please, sir, break me. 🤲🥺

[Love when people come here like "I hope I'm not being too thirsty". Fem reader. Ignoring anatomy for this because hhhnn-]

TW: Double penetration; Slight dubcon moment.

" Listen to me Breg. "

You start, and even if you're currently beneath the breeder on the bed, you still sound like a drill sergeant. Mostly because you have to, Breg's not to be trusted when he's excited.

" I've been working up to this for a long while- "

" I know! " He interrupts, the bottom of his face still covered in drool and slick when he dove between your legs after you were done with the stretching exercises.

Breg hates that you had to use toys to size yourself up for this, but the promise that you were doing it so you could welcome both of his members made him slightly more tolerant of it. Didn't change the fact that the breeder would often sit and watch, whining in jealousy of whatever you were stuffing yourself with.

" I'll be really careful! I'll be nice- I promise angel! "

His babbling is a waste of slaver, the monster isn't even looking at you, eyeless gaze perched entirely on the sight of your inviting pussy and the way both of his cocks frame it. The breeder looks like he's thrilling himself with the show, making a horny little noise of appreciation and biting at his lower lip. It's as if he's already envisioning himself deep inside you, not having to squeeze one of his cocks between you two. It's been a fantasy of his for a long time, even you have to admit that it's... Exciting to think about.

Now though, you need Breg to focus, so you grab the sides of his head and bring it closer to yours. " I mean it, listen to me. "

His happiness is infectious, you have to turn away to hide the smile tugging at your lips when Breg simply dips to place kisses all over your face, hearing that long tail sway and swat around.

" Breg! " Mercifully, he stops. " You have to pay attention to what you're doing when you start okay? If we do this wrong, it could hurt me a lot. "

" Yes. " He rushes. " Yes, okay. "

"Good. " With a pant, you spread your legs just a tad further, figuring you couldn't possibly be in a more comfortable positions for this, especially with the support pillows helping to angle you. " Now straighten up a bit, I need to see what I'm doing. "

When the breeder does, you note the way his breathing is already sped up, how feverish he's already become. It's impressive how Breg always manages to make you feel so hot, even when you think you look like a fresh mess. Gently, you reach down to grab both of his dicks, keeping them together as much as you can, and he helps the process by scooting forward to line up against your pussy.

Feeling both tips park there is enough to get you to blow a tense exhale, knowing it's going to be a stretch and a half. In sharp contrast, Breg moans like he's in heat, looking as if his self-control is hanging by a very thin thread currently peeling itself apart.

Some hesitant seconds pass.

" Please angel- Please! I want this so bad. It's going to feel so good, let me fuck you, please! " White claws rub at your thighs comfortingly while he pleads, tail thumping impatiently on the mattress behind him. And curse him, because the breeder's shameless imploring always rises a fire in you that's hard to put out.

" I- I want you to push slowly, okay? " You caution, hold still firm on him, your spare arm clutching the sheets.

" Uhuh! "

True to his word, Breg is careful, torturously edging his cocks forward. The lube helps immeasurably, and pretty soon, both heads pop inside, making you hiss and gasp, immediately clenching at the intrusion. Massive. Fucking massive, holy shit. A wave of warmth courses through you as a pleasant shiver moments later.

" Hhn- Ohh... " He's drooling. Like actually drooling on you. " Hahh. " You can tell by the visible flexing of his legs that the only thing Breg wants to do is buck and hammer the rest of himself in, but with an almost pained grunt, he just sits there statically so the two of you can catch your breaths.

" Good- Very good. " You praise his surprising discipline. " Just keep going like that. "

He makes what you think was an affirmative "Mmn" noise and lolls his tongue out when the next couple of inches are softly rolled into you. It's insanely filling on its own, your thighs squirm and you're not sure if you want to edge away from this or even closer. Breg's instincts kick in and he holds your hips down sternly, slowly sinking more of himself in and making deep, pleased moans that wash against you like waves.

" Ngh- Deep- Slow down, give me a second. " It's stealing the breath out of you.

It takes a couple of moments before Breg's brain registers the command, but he eventually pauses with half of his cocks buried in you. He physically has to tear his gaze off the sight of you stretched around him, chest heaving as he curves to blanket you.

" You're so tight, fffuck you always are but this- " He sighs shakily over your ear, and instead of calming down enough to relax, you only tense and squeeze around him harder, making the breeder growl and whine. " Mmnph-! If you keep doing that I won't hold it, angel. Please, can I put the rest in, please? "

One of these days his begging is going to burst a blood vessel of yours. Or maybe it's the way you feel so bloated already.

" O- Okay, but then you need to let me catch up, okay? "

" Mmmf- " You think he growled there for a second. " Yes! Thank you! "

You expected him to push in slowly the same way he did up until now, though you should frankly know better by now... Breg pulls away in a preparatory motion that should have given it all away, then slams home with a force you have no words to describe.

Your stomach bounces and your lungs knock into your throat, eyeballs jostled in their sockets from the strength of his wild horse piston into your cunt. The disgraceful wet noise that echoed in your bedroom doesn't help in keeping yourself grounded. Although you didn't have enough air in your body to do much more than choke and convulse at the intrusion, the breeder makes more than enough noise for the two of you, howling in delight at the way your poor walls all but crush him in an attempt to adapt to the brute size just forced into them. You can feel him perfectly hilted into you, cockheads kissing as deep into you as they possibly can. It's an indescribable fullness that has the two of you stunted.

" Oh gods fffuck- Hahhn I'm all in. " He mumbles amidst desperate noises. " Mmn feels so good so good- I knew it'd be perfect- Love you angel. "

Both lengths throb inside you. You couldn't respond even if you wanted to.

Although you can very well sense Breg trying to rock against you minutely, he keeps his promise, studying your overwhelmed features and giving you time to welcome him properly. There's some pain, you won't lie, but it's slowly ebbing into something forgettable. The pale monster's sweet cooing and trilling help steady you as he licks your throat and lets his teeth deform slightly to place a loving bite on your shoulder.

Eventually, the breeder shifts and looks down at where the two of you are joined, finding imprints of his lengths in you. His grin is so wide and self-satisfied it looks borderline manic. A large hand comes to palp at the bump in your lower abdomen, but the sensation causes your legs to twitch and you bat his arm away.

Breg whines, a trail of drool slipping down his chin to drip onto your skin. " Can- Can I start? "

Your eyes widen a little, though you nod and take a deep breath. " G-Gentle. "

And that's all it takes.

The monster admittedly has a bit of trouble moving at first, the drag of his cocks inside you bordering on painful until fireworks start firing in your brain from all the spots he has no choice but to stimulate with every minuscule motion. The first moan you let out, throaty and helpless, makes him shiver. Wetness gradually builds, helping along with what's left of the lube, and pretty soon Breg's huffing with every thrust, making noises that almost concern you and visibly sweating. You know he's doing his best to behave right now, and you appreciate it, because both at once is... An experience.

" Ah- Ghn so full- " You choke when he fills you out again, causing the breeder to wag his tail slightly and respond with shorter, faster bursts of movement.

" Does it feel good? " He pants.

" Y- Yeah. " Putting it lightly. Your breath hitches and you cling to his arms for support, unable to help the fluttering of your pussy as you get used to this brand new size.

" Angel... " He begins, in a tone you already know means he's going to ask for something. " Hhn- I know you said gentle but... "

He bucks his hips suddenly, the two of you crying out together, pleasure and shock.

" Breg! "

" B- But I know you like it rough! " He stresses. " You clamp around me so hard, it's so hot- " Your face burns. " Come on... Just this time? "

It's not going to be "just this time", obviously.

When you don't say anything, the breeder hums and drapes over you again, legs readjusting so he can plunge somehow even deeper into you now. And with no hesitation, Breg starts well and truly railing into you.

" AH! HN- Breg?! "

You have to hold onto his neck and back, each desperate slam of his thighs on yours digging his softly barbed cocks so far up into your hole he jostles you forward. But you can't deny that it's making your eyes glaze in rabid animal pleasure, mouth opening and hips grinding back onto him as much as they can, the sloppy noise of his every slam filling you with a gross sense of glee.

You don't like to admit it, but you love being under Breg. It makes you feel small in a very arousing way, trapped under his strength, his smell, hearing how fast he breathes for you, how much his body strains to breed you stupid even if the effort is always pointless in the end. You like that he's always just as enthusiastic, that he always fucks you like it's the last time he's going to get to do it.

" S- See? " He groans, looking down at your flushed, probably disheveled face. " I know you like it- I can smell it. " And just to accentuate the point, there's a snort-like sniff when he dips his head into the crook of your neck, rising goosebumps everywhere. " Gghn- I'm- I'm not going to last too long... "

That startles you a little. Breg's always had surprising stamina. Sure, the first time he penetrated you was a bit short, but he had never been with a human before. Still, this puts an incredulous smile on your face. " R- Really? "

" Yeah- " His words melt into slurred moans, previously speedy motions now interspersed by hard grinds that have your eyes rolling slightly. " 'M sorry, you're so good- Sorry. "

" It's- It's fine. " It's hotter than it should be.

" My mate is so perfect- " He growls in-between sharp, jutting thrusts. " So nice to me- " The whimper on the edge of his voice is more than a good tell of how close he is. " I'm so lucky I get to ahhn- Put both in! "

Even if he doesn't recognize it, Breg has a penchant for this very specific type of dirty talk that makes your brain pop and crackle in a hormone-fueled static, and before you can even beg him to fill you with cum, he fucks into your stretched cunt with three dizzying pistons before flexing and coming so hard you can feel it shoot into crevices you didn't even know you had.

It's too much for such a small space, coating both you and him before it has no choice but to squeeze out of you in depraved spurts. Even if you wanted to hear Breg's rattle of ecstasy, you were too lost in your own orgasm to do so, making something akin to a desperate, sobbing mewl at the overload of sensations.

When you can focus minimally, the breeder is planting amorous kisses everywhere on your upper body, still buried hot and wet inside you. His whole face is flushed blue and he's never looked giddier, shuddering as another glob of seed escapes around his still hard cocks.

" Thank you so much, angel. I loved it! "

Oh, you can tell. " ... Don't mention it. "

Breg chirps. " Tell me when you're ready to go again. "

Why are you even surprised...

[braintamer]

hi sir 💗 i'm a female and recovering feminist and uuh i want to ask your advice on how to ways to like kinda apologize for my past? 🥺 like i was so brainwashed into thinking yknow "women" have rights blahblah but um i know now females are just a set of holes with tits. 🤭 still i feel the urge to yknow make up for being a feminist in the past. i dunno if it's worth your time, but i have 3 main mistakes i made and i'd like to ask for a punishment for each if that's okay 🥺 my mistakes (amongst many) were:

1. disliking even hating men... i know BAD start :(( i promise i'm better!!! i now worship men, call them sir/daddy/etc. and respect only them. 🥰 but i feel so bad about talking bad about my superiors so i would like to be punished 🥺

blaming not the victim (me) but the rapist (a man with the right to abuse me). i would say things like "i didn't deserve to be raped" or something, but now i know that if a man want to hurt, molest, rape, abuse or otherwise me in anyway he can and should! i'm sorry i was sooo stupid :(( can you give me another punishment? 🥺

i am still unlearning being a brat. words like 'no' or 'stop' are unfortunately still part of my vocabulary altho i'm working so hard to be tamed. anyway i would so wish for a punishment i can do regularly, preferably everytime i make a mistake or am a brat. can you help me please? 🥺

that is all, but pleeease don't be too hard on me, i know i don't deserve to be respected and heard, but i get scared easily 🥺

thank you so much for your time 💗💗💗

- 🌟

This is a great question. Helping girls recover from feminism is a complex and important job.

Your punishment/rehabilitation for hating men should be watching lots of disgusting porn that demeans women. Instead of touching your pussy, finger your asshole while you watch. Don't stop until your asshole is sore and you're absolutely disgusted with yourself.

When it comes to being raped, you're absolutely right. Any man has the right to use your body however he pleases. As punishment for questioning this natural order, you will send nudes to five random men on tumblr and tell them that your body belongs to them. If you're not ready to send nudes to strangers, just describe your body to them and ask them how they would use it to pleasure themselves. While you read their responses, hump your pillow or a similar object (something that will stimulate you, but not enough to make you cum) and repeat the mantra "I deserve to be raped, I was born to be raped, I love rape."

Finally, smacking your tits or pussy with a hairbrush is a great go-to punishment for when you act like a brat. For a more severe punishment, pluck one of your pussy hairs.

I hope this helps you on your journey to recover from feminism, and you can always send a DM or another ask if you need more help.

[mncxbe]

nsfw prompts 2+8+9 with Mori please 🥺💜

2– they're your superior (teacher, boss etc tw: power imbalance)

8– cuffing you to their bed (tw: bondage)

9– they buy you lingerie

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: he punishes you for stepping out of line

"Now look at you, darling. You're gorgeous" mused the man in front of you, his piercing gaze taking in your pretty figure.

You were cuffed to the railing of your boss's bed, wearing nothing but a lacy set of lingerie he'd so generously gifted you a few hours ago. When you found the package on your desk along with a note that instructed you to come to his quarters that evening, you knew you'd be in for a long night.

Mori walked to the side of the bed, taking a seat next to you. The mattress sunk under his weight as he leaned closer to your body, his fingers ghosting over the inside of your thigh. "Tell me, my dear, what shall I do with you? I heard about your little trip to the Ada's office today. What made you think it'd be a good idea to schedule a meeting with Fukuzawa without consulting with me first?"

"Sir, you see... I know you were busy so I thought it'd be useful if I–"

"If you act on your own accord. You can't possibly be this stupid." His words were harsh, contrasting with the gentle caress on your thigh. His digits dipped under the wristband of your panties, slowly spreading your slick folds.

You swore you could die of embarrassment as you fumbled for words, trying to find some sort of justification for your reckless actions. Now that you looked back to it, meeting with the enemy by yourself wasn't the greatest idea.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." you apologised, earning a low hum from your boss. "I'm sure it won't, my dear. It's important that you don't forget your place in this organisation."

His thumb circled your needy clit, making your body jolt in pleasure. The handcuffs dug into your skin as you squirmed and you let out a whimper, your brows knitting together.

God, you were just begging to be ruined. You looked so pretty in this new set, the fabric hugging your curves so beautifully. For a moment, Mori almost forgot that this was supposed to be a punishment. Leaning over your body, his lips hovered over yours as he pulled down your underwear. You lifted your hips to aid him, your eyes never leaving his.

"Y/N, you're lucky you're so special of me, otherwise your actions would've had more severe consequences" he said shortly and you could tell by the certainty of his words that he meant it.

Before you had the chance to reply, Mori lowered himself between your legs and licked a stripe of your cunt from your hole to your clit. When he looked up at you again you felt the arousal pooling in your core. He looked so painfully handsome.

"If you behave, I might let you cum tonight." he spoke in a velvety voice as he placed kisses along your inner thigh, gently sucking on your plump skin, marking you as his "So be a good girl and let me eat you out, understood? You have to make up for a lot of things."

[reorientation]

It's the anon that shared her deadname with you a few days ago 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I don't know if I'm the only one who shared it but my name is just soo embarrassing to actually spell out again I need you to do it for me instead >.<. I wanted to tell you I bought myself my first dildo. I was scared since I haven't fit anything else inside me that thick that it would be too big, so I even bought a second one 😵‍💫. It's so fucking humiliating, I thought the first dildo I bought would be to fuck or top someone else but my pussy is the one getting fucked 🥺. It hasn't arrived yet but I'm so fucking excited to get addicted to cock and be unable to turn back to the top trans man I used to be no matter how hard I try. I thought you deserved to know how much of a slut I'm turning into because I love your posts so much.

~ Angelina💕

Angelina here again sir🥺 you mentioned my name reminds you of an obedient wife and mother. how can i aspire to be a submissive and obedient wife and mommy to a man? how can i offer my full submission to him? how can i serve him in every aspect of life and just become his bitch? 😵‍💫 i'm so fucking confused daddy, i need as much help as i can get💕 i need to submit to men so badly

(Previously, though she sent me the first part of this before I even answered that last ask)

Oh, Angelina, you sweet little thing. Did you really think that you could be a top, much less a "man"? That must have been terribly confusing - trying to figure out how to fuck someone when you just have that drippy little hole between your legs begging to be fucked.

You clearly have the makings of a cute little cocksleeve, though: getting scared of the dildo you ordered before it even got there. It's fun to fuck a girl when she's a little scared of it, you know? I can just picture the timorous look in your eyes as I pushed your legs back and got ready to push my cock inside you.

As for your aspirations... You're already on your way, little angel. Giving up your ideas about being in charge, looking to a man for approval and guidance, dreaming about being made into an obedient wife and sweet little mommy: all of those are brave steps towards being the good girl you want to be. In the end, all you really have to do is hold the goal in mind and let your natural inclinations guide you to it - until you find a man who will tell you what your goals are and take your decisions away.

[moghraidhs]

prompt request: rosie/lemmons [excuses] 🥺

here you go, enjoy :)

The sun has set over Thorpe Abbotts, the evening sky turning from pink to a deep navy, dotted by stars.

It's well after dinner, and by rights Ken should have joined the others in the ground crew's mess hall for a meal before turning in for the night. Nevertheless, here he is, still trying to patch up the holes in one of the battered B-17s that had come back to base recently.

"Ken?"

The familiar voice is the only thing that pulls him out of focus. He swings himself out of the fort, landing neatly on the ground in front of Major Rosenthal.

Well, not as neatly as he would like. His knees buckle slightly as he lands, and it's only Rosie's grip on his arm that keeps him from falling.

"You okay?" Rosie asks. He's still holding Ken's arm, and Ken can feel the warmth of the grip all the way down to his bones.

He's so pitiful.

"I'm fine, sir. Just lost my balance, is all." He straightens up. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

It's getting dark, but he could swear he sees Rosie's cheeks flush. "Yes, actually. I brought you this." The major holds out a couple of wrapped sandwiches. "Someone told me you missed dinner, so I grabbed these for you."

Someone meaning Winks or Hermann, no doubt. Ken is torn between embarrassment and gratitude.

He settles for the latter. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate it."

All the majors are good men. He's sure any one of them would do this. Rosie coming all the way out here isn't special, and he needs to stop thinking that it might be. He needs to stop wanting things.

When he looks up, Rosie is watching him.

"Is everything alright, sir?"

Rosie definitely blushes this time. "Yes, it's just...you have something...Let me." He swipes his thumb against Ken's cheek gently, clearing away the bit of grime there.

It's over in about five seconds, but Ken feels his heart thudding loud enough to rival any fort's engine. "Thanks," he says, suddenly, ridiculously shy.

Rosie smiles at him, and suddenly everything seems a whole lot brighter. "You're welcome, Ken."

[brattysubbysub]

Intro

Hello :3! This is mostly a blog for my boyfriend to see all the perverted things I'm into! I'm not the best at making original content cause I'm shy and nervous, but I'm doing my best 🥺

About me~

25

transmasc He/Him pronouns only!!

Gay (mlm/mlmasc-nb) Asexual(?*)

submissive bottom (sometimes a brat)

Autism (undiagnosed)

Taken

Kinks/ Don'ts

These are in no particular order

Yes yes yes!

Praise & Degradation

Hair pulling

Size Difference(make me feel small)

Biting/ Hickeys💖

Choking

Edging

Overstimulation

Breeding (No pregnancy mentions)

Pet play (Bunny preferred, Kitty and puppy fine too)

Impact play (Lighter stuff only)

Somno

Cockwarming

Bondage/Being tied up in general

Intox (edibles/weed/alcohol)

CNC

Free use

Monster/Robot fucker

Objectification

More I'm sure maybe?

Maybe

Gun/knife play

Wax play

Denial

Anal (Undecided/Haven't tried it)

Absolute No’s

Ageplay

ForceFem

Scat

Piss

Basically just most bodily fluids (Don't really like my own cum/wetness. Other people's is fine usually, as long as it's below the neck)

Misgendering

Fauxcest/Incest of any kind (I'm fine using "Daddy" though)

Werewolves(Sorry not one of the monster's I'm into)

Oviposition

Other

Genitalia terms that are fine: Hole/Cunt/Pussy/Dick/Cock/Tdick

Chest/Tits/Pecs

Names/Compliments that are cool: Anything that starts with "My," Bunny, Kitty, Puppy, good boy, pretty boy, Slut, Whore, Handsome, Sir, Basically anything Masc, stuff like "Gorgeous," "Beautiful," etc are fine too, they don't bother me.

*It's kind of hard for me to feel horny or actually get turned on unless there's like a lot and I mean a lot of foreplay and stuff beforehand, and even then I might not still really feel anything sexually. Which is kind of frustrating because I enjoy the stuff involved, but I wish it did more for me emotionally/feeling/headspace wise :') Idk it's complicated, but I'm here to have fun.

You can buy me a Ko-fi if you like https://ko-fi.com/bunnysplace Currently unemployed 😔

DNI

Minors/ageless accounts

DDLG/similar kinks

TERFS

Fatphobes

Zoophiles/p3dos

Zionists

cishets

homophobes/transphobes

bootlickers

racists

[crookeddelusions]

Ur gonna get bred after u swallow load one 😏😈

Woof 🥵🥵 I'm just a set of holes Sir 🥺👉👈

I'd be so totally okay with that treatment

[john-bitchester]

Bubbles watches Supernatural season 5, episode 22: swan song.

This is a 42 minute episode. It took me 2 hours and a half to get through becase I had so many feelings and thoughts. Enjoy

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DOOONEEE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REEEST, DON’T YOU CRY NO MOOOOORREEEEE

Ah gabe how I miss you

Not you zacharia I hate you

I never cared about a car as much as I have about a 1967 chevrolet impala

I love that Dean canonically picks out his dads car, because it is the same as his dads car, who chose it because is son recommended it to hem because it reminded the son of his dads car who...

IM SORRY

Sammy sitting on the hood like that does things to me

No no no dean youre being stupid

Wdym youre on board

AAAH DEAN LOOK AT YOU GROWING UP SEEING SAMMY AS A BIG BOY

Its still a stupid plan tho

Not normal about them

Nomnom blood

This gives a whole new meaning to milking

No poor sam look at his face he is stressed

'Angels don't sleep'

Didnt we already establish that he is humaned

WE TALKED ABOUT STAGE 2 SUICIDE IDIATION

'You go to lisa and pray to god shes dumb enough to take you in' HAHAHHAHA spoken like a true sibling

You're so silly sam you know dean would start a second apocalypse for you

SEE YA IN HELL

NO

The way I screamed

'When he gets in, keep fighting, don't give an inch'

'Yes sir'

NO SAM THATS BOBBY DONT YOU DARE YES SIR HIM

I cant tell if it's because this was how dickchester always talked to him so it's reflex, or if it’s Sam's way of saying 'youre like a father to me'

Imma go with both for my sanity

My friend bunbun: that john issues run deep with these boys

Me: The mariana trench would be impressed

'Oh I'm supposed to lie'

'Suuure... they'll be.. fiiiiine'

Cass I love you so, you are so real for this

That cannot be tasty

Or good for the stoomy

Oh my god Sam is high as a kite

Nooo not chuck going over the impala memoriessss

Noooooo

I need you to know that I'm watching this, hand clasped over my mouth, going NoOoOoOoOo

I have a feeling that the memories of the car will make sam able to grasp control again or smt

Also, dean is such a sentimental washcloth, rebuilding the car with the legos and the soldier man

Oh sam that was sexy of you (Zapping the demons by just closing his eyes)

'I live, he lives, we get our parents back'

Heres the thing, from videos and fic I know that at some point sam lives for a year or so without dean

So now im like, uh oh

I feel like this is an act

Its all an act

Ofcourse they knew the devil would know about the horsemen

Theyre his main henchmen, it would be stupid to think that the devil wouldnt know about the rings

Finally, the boy has memorised something (The spell for the cage)

aaaaaaaaahgg

COME ON SAMMY

aaaahshfhm fukb fgbukgxfubkrgxukb

NO NO NO NO NO

SAAAAM BE STRONG

......

Wtf Lucy that is so not funny

Pretend that Sam had won the fight with lucy in his brain

Only to then be like "jk"

Dean you shouldve just kicked him in the hole while his back was at you

Fidget spinner of power hihi

Why would he let dean live

Michael's vessel

NAH THE DEVIL JUST MADE A VERY FUNNY STAR WARS REFERNCE'

I suggest we become drunk' -cass

Oph my god these dumbasses really did think lucy wouldn't know of the rings

NoOoOoOo Bobby mourning his sooon

I am not well

I know what you can do, dean

You can have some gay sex with the angel

Knowing this was meant to be the end end makes it so much worse

I cant do this in my own oh my gosh

Im literally going like 'crying noise, noohoo Bunbuuun'

Them gazing th stars togehter on clear nights🥺🥺🥺🥺

Driving 2 days for a game, and a week for a concert

Heart goes auch

Nooooooo

Not okay about this

Its the Good Omens finale all over again

Chuck has grown on me

WELL THEN I AINT GONNA LET HIM DIE ALONE

Winchester pt3 you fool

I cant say i trust lucy, but hes making some good points

God is giving abusive father for sure

'You made me do this' he tells his kids

Another thougth, actually

Sam and dean where the perfect vessels because of ther lineage, cain and abel, i believe

But also bc they were representative of michael and lucy themselves

But hear me out. What if john and god are also reminiscent of each other

After all, the brothers couldn't be who they became without their father, have it be winchester or the angels

Both brothers (lucy & michael vs winchester) didnt have a mother

Had a father who was demanding

And both pairs of brothers, as established by the shwo, are the same. The loyal warrior who never doubted the father, and the fallen, who did

They could never become these people without the father, ergo, without god and john

We know john was a horrible father

So even ingoring what lucy is proposing here (god made me as I am) and my own opinions on God, the train of logic still assumes that God had to be, is, equally as abusive towards the brothers as z

John was towards the winchester brothers

Please tell me that cassete is 'Carry on wayward son' by kansas

Or no, even better, the one song by asia hahahha

WTF DEAN HAHAHAH THAT WAS NOT THE MUSIC I EXPECTED

SORRY AM I INTERUPTING SOMETHING

You know, whenever I'm annotating the episodes lke I'm doing now, it always takes me an hour to watch an episode instead of the forty minutes that it actually last

but at the speed I am annotating and thinking right now , it will genuinely take me twice as long.

like it will take me an hour and a half at least I think. (Ha! Bubbles. You fool. It nearly took you 2 hours and a half)

Youre next on my list buttercup

CASS WHERE THOSE YOUR FIRST BIG BOY WORDS! (Hey, assbutt!)

Not the molotov cocktail fhrnifhhf

WHAT THE FUCJ

CASTI3L WHAT THE DU JDUCK

Holy fuck

I need a moment

No

Sammy it's okay I'm here

Bunbun I am so unwell about this

Unwell

I KNEW IT

OH MY GOD I FUCKING CALLED IT

Im not crying youcrying

I love that they do this flasback bit with jus wind, and the 'tok' sound every now and then

Makes it a very strong scene

SCREAMING

ENDING ON THE HUG SCREAMING

The fact that the actual hug removes the white noise

Unwell

oh

Oh my god

Sam is going to pull michael with him

I can feel it

Okay I think this is one of the few times the bad cgi actually kinda ruined it for me

No

Hes all alone

He cant be

No one who could possibly begin to understand left

Have I mentioned Im not okay

Cass

The relief in my voice when I whispered this out loud just now is ludicrous

And now, kiss

'Cass are you god?' Oh sweetie

BOBBY

this is making me think of john milton

'And as they walk hand in hand, slowly their way through eden"

Along those lines

Chuck quit yer bitchin

Dean really went, 'okay god, its personal now'

Peace, or freedom?

Holy fuck

Because he made a promise

My stomach is genuinly physically aching

The fact that even deans voice sounds broken

Actually crying rn

What if chuck is god

WHAT THE FUCK CHUCK WHERE DID YOU GO

NAH DONT TELL ME IM FUCKING RIGHT

SAM WTF

Sam? Lucy?

Sam

Oh im sorry it cant stop here wtf

How where they ever plannning on stopping like this that is unholy

1h 30 later:

I know i started spn on my own accord, but I hope you know what you did

I was eating with my parent just now, and during the entired meal (now still) carry on was playing on repeat in my head. Coming from someone who typically lives a soundtrack-free life

Another hour later:

Still recovering

Have been having imaginative co-star interviews with jared padalecki for about 2 hours now. It's a coping mechanisnm

Literally my whole day was spn

I woke up with fic. Ate lunch with an episode. Watched the finale, read more fic

I am unwell

[that-random-outsider]

OMG SO MANY THOUGHTS SO MANY FEELINGS

FIRST OF ALL WE GOT TO SEE THE SHORT KING HIMSELF AND I LOVE HIM!!! He is trying so hard to get Charlie to like him. Omg how do I describe him he's just so done with everything. He's like everything Charlie could become but refuses to. He's given up on his people, broken all of his dreams, and retreated into his solitude scared to call everyone who loves him.

Omg and Alistor is so.. interesting!! The way we got to experience him through his relationship with mimzy and Charlie we get this whole new side of him. It's clear that he was over emphasizing him and Charlie's relationship to piss off Lucifer but you could tell he at least partially cared. And the way husk described his relationship with mimzie he loves his friends so much. He's willing to fight anyone who picks a fight with those he cares about and that same sentiment applies to Charlie and everyone else now too, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

The Hazbin Hotel doesn't make sinners better people because of lesson plans or exercises, everyone makes each other better by providing them with some place they can just be free. Somewhere where they don't have to worry about being murdered, eaten, or robbed, they just get to be their authentic self and they get a chance to realize that there's more to life. (Or death)

As for episode six shit Don’t get me started bro. A HELL IS FOREVER REPRISE!??? LIKE ARE THEY KIDDING ME??? THAT SHIT WAS INCREDIBLE!!! NOT ALL OF HEVEN IS A PEACE OF SHIT??? I LOVE THAT ANGLE!!! I was so sure that all of heaven was just going to be like pompous ass holes but like they didn't even know!!

I'm not surprised Vaggie was an angel I always thought those theories were pretty justified but I have so many questions like how gid Vaggie really get her name? Adam said he chose it but that would imply he was in a position to do so which would make no sense in the context that she had a life on earth unless it was forced upon her.

The only alternative would be that she spawned in heaven as an exorcist but we also know she is in fact dead as of 2014 so that would imply that when she let that demon go she didn't just become a fallen angel she was actually killed which would also mean that heaven born Intatiees do still have souls and can in fact become sinner demons which means there's a chance we'll get to meet that decapitate angel after all.

Anyway uhm idk why but I kind of like Cherrie and sir pensious it's actually too hilarious to not at least cravk a smile be for real. Also MY BOY ANGEL IS ALL GROWN UP 🥺 SAYING NO TO DRUGS AND EVERYTHING I'M SO PROUD OF HIM!!!!!

I'm sorry but Am the Seraphim has my heart and she and Charlie should just hang out together and pet koalas all day pleaseeee!! Omg These Last two episodes were incredible and I can’t wait for next week. I wonder how Charlie will react to Vaggies secret. I'm not too worried about them Breaking up but that is definitely a conversation they're going to have to have. Hazbin Hotel had not disappointed yet and now I have 4 new songs to add on my playlist.

[prettyboybun]

Really want to top him in a soft subby way 🥺 I'd be so gentle and careful, making sure he's feeling comfortable and safe and relaxed. I wanna take forever prepping him, fingering and lapping at his hole, til he's gripping my head and begging me to just fuck him already.

I'd line myself up with his hole, nervous about thrusting for the first time. He'd grab my hand and squeeze, telling me, "Go on, sweetheart. I'm ready for you."

I push in, agonizingly slow. It's not that I'm trying to tease him or anything- it's just that he's my sir, and he's always so sweet to me, all I wanna do is make him feel good 🥺 I'd probably ramp up the pace with enough encouragement, but right at first I just wanna savor how lucky I am that he's letting me make him feel good <3

-💫

[boybunafterdark]

Telling a dom I want it rough for the first time, having no idea what I'm getting myself into 🥺

They've been fucking me so gently each time we have sex, it's almost a little... underwhelming? So I ask them if we can go at it a bit harder next time. They grin, and confirm that yes, they'll be rough with me next time.

Cut to us on the bed, giggling and moaning. I'm enjoying them roughly tossing me around the bed, groping me hard. Eventually, they open my legs and push their biggest dildo all the way inside me with one swift thrust.

My brain goes blank- I'm wet enough that nothing tears, luckily, but it still hurts so bad. They start pounding me, and I cry out in pain, "Sir- Sir wait it's too much, please!"

They lean close to my ear and whisper, "Tough break, baby. You wanted it rough, this is what rough looks like."

They slam into me harder, watching tears slip down my face as my body locks up, trembling. They groan appreciatively, "There you go, so fuckin' tight when I make it hurt. I should've done this ages ago, fuck."

"You-" I start breathlessly. They're thrusting so hard I can barely get a word in, but I manage, "You- planned- this?"

They grope my hip roughly, digging their claws in, and say, "Took you long enough to ask me to violate your tight body. You were worth the wait, though, baby."

They keep fucking me hard and fast as I cry out- It's started to feel good, but it's so overwhelming anyways. My body starts to shake in pleasure, and I know what's happening to me, shamefully. I stammer out, "S- Ah!! Sir, please, can I cum?"

That makes them go harder, "Oh yeah? I thought you hated this. You're gonna cum just from me penetrating your tight hole? Gonna cum from how good it feels when I force my cock in you? Say it."

I'm a wreck, I whimper, "Yes, sir, fuck- I love when you force yourself into my boycunt. Please let me cum, please ruin me, sir!"

"You're already ruined for me, sweetheart," They caress my cheek, the gentlest touch they've given me all day, "Cum around my cock, pretty boy. Let me see how well I've broken you."

I clench down hard on the strap inside my hole, shaking with my orgasm. It lasts for about half a minute, and I vaguely hear them whispering dirty things to me about how pretty I look cumming from being violated.

They take their dildo out, and pull me into their arms, comforting me while I cry. Once I'm calmed down, they ask, "Wanna do that again next time?"

I think it over for a minute and then gently nod with whatever strength is left in my neck. They grin and kiss my forehead, "Good boy."

[kipowolfton]

Small rant 🥺👉👈

whenever I take out my sewing kit and begin to sew, my parents always come outta nowhere and tell me things I need to sew

like, I'm sorry, I took out my sewing kit because I have the (not long lasting) motivation and ideas and knowledge for about 4 projects in 6 hours, I did NOT take it out so I could sew up the accidental dick hole in your favorite jammies,do it yourself. you're sixty. You've had sixty years to learn how to do a ladder stitch.

And same goes with literally walking out of my room at all

"Oh, hey! C'mere look at this dude on TV!" I'm walking the 2 steps from my room to the door in front of me, I'm going to the bathroom, no, I'm not postponing my piss to look at some "ugly" woman just because she has a nose ring.

"Do you know what palace cats are? C'mere i gotta show you an image of these things"

sir. I have the door halfway open already. IM GETTING A GATORADE FROM THE GARAGE LEAVE ME BE

"What're you doing?come put the dishes away, and then fold your laundry. You smell like shit-" IM GETTING A CHEESE STICK

"how are you? What are you doing?"

excuse me ma'am I think I have the right to take 3 steps out of my crying hole without being questioned my motives

"Where are you going? Come do (an instantly thought up otherwise unspoken list of chores because apparently i wasn't doing anything beforehand)"

bruv I'm trying to cook.

"Why are you walking so hard?" "Quit walking on your toes, I'll send you to therapy, it's real, you don't want it" "why are you walking around the kitchen?" "Quit stomping around!" "walk flat footed" "walk normal will you?" "What are you doing? Come play videogames on the TV. (Immediately leaves the house to go outside and smoke, leaving me alone)" "go take the dog out (i was walking from the Office to the bathroom to take a piss.)"

i have the right to walk across the house whenever I please! what are you the floor police??? damn

[fairycosmos]

Can I get your opinion on my cat Stanley? He died a week ago I think, not even a year old. It really traumatized me bc my other cat died almost a year ago and I don't know what I did to deserve it of either of them. Stanley was named that bc he loved drinking water from a faucet and it reminded my siblings of the movie Holes, the scene where Mr Sir is like "Thirsty, Stanley?"

I really do miss my boy so much and I don't think I've been able to say much about him bc i distanced myself, as it took me 2 weeks of non-stop hardcore crying and being unable to breathe for me to somewhat accept my cat's death last year, so this one was even more of a struggle.

The main thing stops me from grieving too much is that Stanley was literally fearless. He should've been like a normal cat, afraid of cars, but he wasn't so I can't get mad at him for not being here anymore. I know he loved me bc the day before he died, he must've known something was gonna happen bc he jumped up next to me on the bed, came up to me, sat in my lap, kissed my face, let me kiss his head, purr, and not leave me alone for a while before he went to my little sister and did the same with her. 🥺

I'm not trying to make this sad or anything, just wanted to ask what you'd think of him, given my description of him?

-Lyle

ohhh lyle i am so so sorry that you are going through this right now :( the pain of losing a pet is so real and so awful. he looks like such a wonderful, well-loved and well cared for little angel. i especially love his eyes and the pattern of his coat - what a sweet little love. and what a great name, too. unfortunately i think during grief our minds try to make sense of the mourning by turning to familiar concepts such as self-blame, or pondering questions without an answer as a distraction or a way to make it all seem clearer - i.e, what did i do to deserve this? the answer is nothing. the answer is horrible things happen without reason to lovely people and lovely animals all the time, and it is horrifically unfair. it is very clear just from this message alone that he loved you just as much as you loved him, that you guys had a really special bond that can never be taken back or lost fully. the reaction you're having, the crying and the grieving and the depth of the hurt, is completely understandable. esp when the death is so sudden and unexpected - it takes time to move through these emotions. the coping mechanism of distancing yourself from talking about him and your other cat is very common, and i think it's a good sign that you're able to share him with me and recognize all the love that exists between you two. i hope you have good people around you who you can begin to open up to about this - maybe your sister, who clearly cared for stanley like you did. honestly, if the mourning continues to be hard to deal with, i would even consider talking to a counsellor about if i were you. just to have someone to unload all these feelings and verbalize what you're going through. i know that's a big and complicated step, but it's ok to need help dealing with this sort of thing for real. mostly i hope you're able to find ways to remember him and honour his life as yours goes on, even just by remembering him as he was - adorable and deeply appreciated. if you ever wanna talk about him, share stories or more about his personality or pics when you're ready, i would love to hear it. i hope he can rest in peace, poor little guy. :( sending you a massive hug. x

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

Watching Star Trek: Picard, s3 ep2 'Disengage'

Getting some guardians of the galaxy vibes with the music

FENRIS RANGER SHIP? IS IT SEVEN??!

Damn, it isn't

This Ranger dude is sketchy, and I don't think he's legit

I don't trust him as fr as I can throw him

Ah, Romulan Ale😂

Oh Jack, you're a sketchy dude but I respect it

OH SHIT, WHO TF IS AFTER JACK

I don't think the Titan Captain is gonna want to aid Picard and the Crusher's

"COMMANDER Hansen." I WILL HURT YOU YOU BASTARD THAT IS NOT THE NAME SHE PREFERS

The way everyone looked like they wanted to speak up on behalf of Seven but don't because they have to listen to the Captain 👀

What's so familiar about Jack?🤔 IS HE ACTUALLY WESLEY'S SON THAT BEVERLY RAISED

I SWEAR IF THEY KILL OF BEVERLY I'LL SCREAM

Oh Raffi😭 she looks so upset

"Here... We are." I'm sobbing the emotion in her voice has me sobbing 😭

She definitely seems to be at her breaking point with this mission Starfleet sent her on

"'Disengage?' No. Hell no." IS THIS WHY SHE GETS IN A FIGHT

"118 should you continue. Do not join the dead." I really think Worf might be her handler

"I guess I'm on my own." 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 You're on your own kid, you always have been

"I love how Seven "You could be the hero who saved heroes. Or you could be the Captain who let two Legends die." YEAH WHAT SHE SAID

Since they went after Jack, and Picard did the transport inhibitors, it makes me wonder if Jack isn't Beverly's son by blood, but was entrusted with him for his protection (it would certainly make sense why she kept him secret from her friends

YEAH BABY THE TITAN HAS ARRIVED!

"Bring em all onboard, we're basically a hotel now." 😂 Hotel Titan that just makes him a Hotel manager😂

WHERE'S BEVERLY

If they left her on the ship I'm gonna scream

Oh Raffi is so gorgeous

OH MY GOD IT'S JAE

"Gabe says you ambushed him at his baby's doctor." While not wrong, still rude

"Ambushed? So that's what my son thinks of me?" I'm sobbing she just wanted to meet her grandbaby

"I chose my son, my art. And that was enough for me. But not for you." I'm sobbing so freaking hard rn

Fuck, he's making her chose between her son and talking to the guy who could be responsible for killing hundreds of people, that isn't fair at all

Thank God they got Beverly

"She said not to trust anyone and you've basically brought, everyone." I like Jack😂

The way all of them turned when the Ensign said Captain 😂

I don't like this other Captain Lady, she's big creepy

Oh shit, they're outside of their justification

Oh damn, the Captain Lady just threw a ship at them👀

Holy hell, it tore a hole through deck 11👀

Love how Geordi taught his daughter that any law of physics could be broken

"The Fenris folk." I would like to punch you sir for how disrespectful you are being

I don't think he's a con man in that he's not Beverly's son

"And you? You are no better." FUCK YOU

"You are relieved of duty for insubordination." FUCK YOU YOU ASSHOLE

"This man is getting what he deserves, so is she." I HATE YOU

OH MY GOD, 'Do the math, Jean-Luc." OH MY GOD IS JACK PICARD'S SON

I'm screaming a bit

I love how Jack is calling Picard out on his bullshit

"Who is your father?" "I NEVER HAD ONE!"👀 The plot thickens

The fact Jar owns a bar is not surprising, kinda funny honestly😂

Haven't you heard Sneed? Smoking kills.

"In my experience, Artists are unknowable assholes who live in their head instead of the real world."👀

First wife? Does that mean he remarried?🤔

SECTION 31?!👀

I feel horrible for Raffi that she had to do a drug 😭

Oh my god, Sneed beheaded T'luco👀

HELL YEAH SHE STABBED SNEED!!!!!

Oh no, she's fallen🥺

WORF!!

I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!!!! I RECOGNIZED THE SPEECH PATTERN AND KNEW IT! HELL YEAH!

I get why Shaw doesn't want to endanger his crew and I respect that, but I still don't like him.

Love how Jack broke out of the brig😂

OOOOOOO RIKER IS WAKING BEVERLY!!!!!

I don't like this Captain lady, but I applaud the actress because wow

"That was some specific standing up, Admiral." 😂

Oh shit, the whole ship is now looking for him😂

"I don't give a damn what rank I do or don't have, I need a tac team to Shuttlebay ASAP." VOYAGER SEVEN VIBES!

"He's protecting his mother." HELL YEAH

BEVERLY!!!!!

Oh MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

That look😭 she looks kinda ashamed that she kept him from Picard

"Because he's my son." I'M SCREAMING

Now that kid is protected because his dad is an Admiral

Yeah I'm loving this so much

AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Oh wait till Laris learns she's gonna be like a stepmom

So awesome

I'm screaming so much I fell off my bed😂

I WISH I HAD THE NEXT EPISODE ALREADY

Also, based off the body language, I feel like the Captain Lady is actually Moriarty

[seitmai]

I have so many thoughts (once again)...

You drove Bradley's Bronco back to his house, dragged yourself back inside, and climbed back in bed. You cried so hard when you watched him carry his duffle bag into the airport, you had painful hiccups for twenty minutes afterwards. Now you were emotionally drained and on the cusp of a headache, and this was only the first day.

Coming back to the empty house is the worst 🥲

You were tempted to call Natasha, but if you couldn't even make it a handful of hours without Bradley, you didn't think she would be able to help you.

Call Nat! She wouldn't mind and she probably knows that she (and Bradley) will struggle

"Thank you, Sir," he replied, even though he was far less than thrilled to be back in Virginia at all. The prospect of a change of station could not have come at a worse time when he spent the flight from California looking at engagement rings on his phone.

Of course he is looking at engagement rings lol

As Bradley sat down, the older man said, "We never wanted to lose you to the Pacific in the first place, so I'm sure you can understand why you'll be staying on the east coast after your seven weeks on the Gerald R. Ford is complete." His heart sank to his feet, and he felt like he was going to throw up. "Sir?" Bradley asked. "That's it? There's no chance of me returning to North Island?"

No, no, no! 😬

"Admiral Walker," Beau Cyclone greeted, voice as stern as ever. "You never returned my calls, and red eye flights the week of Christmas are not something I find endearing."

👀

Bradley could hear Cyclone's knuckles crack as he watched his eye twitch. He was somehow caught in the middle of this, but it looked like the Top Gun admiral was in no mood to be outmaneuvered and lose a member of his team. Bradley silently goaded him on while he stood there completely still.

Literally Bradley:

The admirals seemed to be in a competition to see whose face could get redder. "Admiral Simpson, I'm sure you'll find my rank alone is reason enough for-" "You do not outrank me," Cyclone interrupted, voice loud but calm. Then he turned toward Bradley with his jaw clenched and said, "Lieutenant Bradshaw. You are dismissed. Please board the USS Gerald R. Ford on time for your deployment."

Are they, gonna kiss? Jk I would like to see this play out with a bucket of popcorn in hand lol

He made it down two hallways before a loud voice echoed off the walls around him. "Lieutenant Bradshaw." When he turned, Admiral Simpson was heading his way, face so red it was almost purple. Bradley's heart sank. "Yes, sir?" The other man pulled his composure together, sighing like an angry bull. "While you will be under the command of Admiral Walker for this deployment, you will fly directly back to San Diego when you return to port in Norfolk. You'll be presented with the paperwork today." Bradley's jaw dropped open. "I'm returning to the Pacific Fleet, Sir?" He got one firm nod in response. "I told you last week that I would do what I could to retain you."

Cyclone heard my threats, I made the past couple chapters 😌 that angry man really put his whole cyclonussy into this 😂 getting a flight around Christmas holidays this short notice? That's some real dedication, goo job 👏🏻 🫡

While you got dressed and ready to go, you couldn't help but put in just the bare minimum amount of effort. What was the point when your boyfriend wasn't even here to give you kisses along your neck and call you Gorgeous? You pouted at your reflection in the bathroom mirror and put the cap on your lip gloss before even using it.

🥺🥺🥺

"You look nice," Nat said as you climbed in the front seat of her car. You turned to look at her with one eyebrow raised. "I'm wearing Bradley's old sweatshirt with a pair of leggings that are starting to get a hole in the crotch." She started cackling as she pulled away from the curb. "Well, you still look nice."

Nat is the best 🥹🫶🏻

"Don't worry about it," she replied smoothly. "You'll be back to work in a few days, but in the meantime, we've got merlot and chardonnay to keep your mind occupied." "Sounds like you're talking about two hot French men," you said with a laugh.

This cracked me up

"When he was twenty-two, he probably weighed a hundred and twenty pounds," she said with a smirk. "He was such a nerd, too. God, it was so bad." You were trying to stifle your laughter as she added, "Once he really started working out and grew the mustache, he thought he was hot shit. He's still a fucking nerd."

But we love the fucking nerd and you do too Nat

"Natasha! We need to come back like four more times," you said as you signed the slip. "I don't see any issue with that," she muttered, leaving cash for a tip. "I think I'll write Bradley an email and thank him for funding girls' day so he can read it when he gets back to Norfolk."

Haha I agree with Nat 😅

"Bradley," you gasped, tears filling your eyes as those familiar butterflies zoomed and swooped around in your belly. You'd been so upset about missing out on his letters, he sent you a whole box of them. There were dozens of envelopes and little treats filling the box nearly to the top, but a neon orange envelope with OPEN ME FIRST written on it caught your eye. You pulled it out of the box and tore into it.

You flopped down onto the couch and kicked your feet in the air. "Bradley!" you shrieked, voice breaking as you started to cry. You hugged the letters to your chest and let the warm feeling of being loved wash over you and fill your heart. He was unbelievable. He was perfect. He was everything you wanted. And somehow you loved him a little more and missed him a little less with this box on the coffee table.

Skicking your fee, shrieking and crying are the approved reactions 🥹🥰

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 20 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley gets the update he's been waiting for. You get something you weren't expecting. Neither of you can tell the other how you're feeling.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, romantic Bradley, 18+

Length: 3700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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You drove Bradley's Bronco back to his house, dragged yourself back inside, and climbed back in bed. You cried so hard when you watched him carry his duffle bag into the airport, you had painful hiccups for twenty minutes afterwards. Now you were emotionally drained and on the cusp of a headache, and this was only the first day.

With your cheek on Bradley's pillow, you pulled the covers over your head and took a few deep breaths. He didn't know much about his deployment, but the communication blackout was designed to keep you from learning anything. If something happened to him, it might be weeks before you heard about it. Your heart ached as you thought about how lonely he was going to feel after he made it a point to tell you how much he loved getting mail from your class last time.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, and you scrambled to get it out.

About to take off. I love you, Gorgeous. I'll let you know when I land.

Well, you had about six hours to kill until you would hear from him again, which felt bad enough. Then seven full weeks after that. You typed back to him with fresh tears in your eyes, and then you tried to sleep, but the hiccups came back. When you moved to the couch, it felt too cold. You were tempted to call Natasha, but if you couldn't even make it a handful of hours without Bradley, you didn't think she would be able to help you.

It would start to get better. It would have to. When your winter break ended, you'd be back in your classroom with your students. You could dive into your lesson plans for the new year. You could focus on teaching. You could do this. Because if you found out the hard way that you couldn't, then you had no business being with Bradley.

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Bradley was given a tiny room in the barracks on base in Norfolk, and he spent the entire night talking to you on the phone. Literally six hours straight before he passed out, sound asleep, hanging halfway off the bed with his phone connected to the charger. One of the last things he remembered you saying was, "As soon as you know if it's San Diego or Norfolk, let me know. I love you."

The following morning, he was so exhausted, he was practically dizzy as he met with his commanding officer, Admiral Walker, for this new special deployment. Even his arm felt heavy as he saluted Walker in his office. It was barely seven o'clock which equated to four in the morning in San Diego, and he knew it would take him a few days to get caught back up on sleep at this point. But every second of talking to you was worth it.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw. Welcome back to the Atlantic Fleet," Walker told him, gesturing to the empty chair in the office. 

"Thank you, Sir," he replied, even though he was far less than thrilled to be back in Virginia at all. The prospect of a change of station could not have come at a worse time when he spent the flight from California looking at engagement rings on his phone.

As Bradley sat down, the older man said, "We never wanted to lose you to the Pacific in the first place, so I'm sure you can understand why you'll be staying on the east coast after your seven weeks on the Gerald R. Ford is complete."

His heart sank to his feet, and he felt like he was going to throw up. "Sir?" Bradley asked. "That's it? There's no chance of me returning to North Island?"

When the response he got was a raised eyebrow, Bradley pressed his lips into a line. This man wasn't going to give a shit that he owned a house in Coronado or that he was in love with the most beautiful woman in the world who happened to work in Mira Mesa. Something told him that keeping his mouth shut was the better option right now, even though he felt like punching a hole in the wall and flipping the desk.

Walker shuffled some papers on his desk. "Plans still need to be finalized, but it is our goal, and the goal of the US Navy, to change your station to Norfolk."

The words echoed in Bradley's mind. He couldn't decide if he should tell you about this yet. It wasn't like he had signed paperwork in his hand. Until he did, as far as he was concerned, he was going back to Top Gun and the love of his life. He knew you were stressed and concerned enough as it was, and he didn't want you to have to dwell on this unless it was finalized. 

"Once aboard the carrier, mission details will become available to you and the other aviators," Walker informed him. "I have a folder with your bunk assignment and some more information that you can take with you right now. You'll have access to your phone for about another hour, but as soon as you report to the carrier, it will need to be shut down and locked up. Are we clear, Lieutenant?"

Before Bradley could even respond, there was a sharp knock at the door. Walker heaved a weary sigh as his gaze left Bradley's face, and he barked, "Come in."

Of all the faces he knew from North Island, Bradley wasn't exactly sure if it was a friendly one, but when the door opened, Admiral Simpson came strolling inside in his service khakis. He couldn't fathom why his meeting was being interrupted by Cyclone, but he sat quietly with the folder in his hands. 

"Admiral Walker," Beau Cyclone greeted, voice as stern as ever. "You never returned my calls, and red eye flights the week of Christmas are not something I find endearing."

Walker stood behind his desk with all of his accolades hanging on the wall behind him, and Bradley jumped to his feet as well. "Admiral Simpson," Walker replied, voice dripping with disdain. "There was no need for you to fly out in person to release your pilot to my fleet."

Bradley could hear Cyclone's knuckles crack as he watched his eye twitch. He was somehow caught in the middle of this, but it looked like the Top Gun admiral was in no mood to be outmaneuvered and lose a member of his team. Bradley silently goaded him on while he stood there completely still.

"I'm not releasing anyone to you. That's not how this works," Cyclone barked. "If you can't manage your fleet, you don't get to poach from mine."

The admirals seemed to be in a competition to see whose face could get redder. "Admiral Simpson, I'm sure you'll find my rank alone is reason enough for-"

"You do not outrank me," Cyclone interrupted, voice loud but calm. Then he turned toward Bradley with his jaw clenched and said, "Lieutenant Bradshaw. You are dismissed. Please board the USS Gerald R. Ford on time for your deployment."

"Yes, Sir," he replied, saluting both men before walking back out into the hallway on slightly unsteady legs. He paused, hoping to hear some more of their conversation or an outright blow up that would give him a clue as to what the fuck was going on, but instead he walked the rest of the way to the barracks to collect his duffle and head to the docks. 

With his phone in his hand once again and his bag slung over his shoulder, Bradley called you. He knew it was early and he'd be waking you up, but time was tight now. And your voice was the only thing that would keep him sane at the moment. 

"Bradley," you sighed a second later, and he pressed his phone tighter to his ear. 

"Baby, I miss you so much," he promised, heart aching. He swallowed hard and decided not to bring up anything that was going on since he didn't have a completely clear understanding of it himself. "I'm about to board the carrier."

He could hear you crying, and he wanted to kick himself. "Just come back safely. That's all I want. As long as you're safe, that's all that matters to me, okay?"

He was having a hard time keeping his own tears at bay. "Me, too. We'll figure out the rest of it later, Gorgeous. Take care of yourself. Write in the journal. And don't forget to check the mail."

"I love you, Bradley!"

"I love you so much."

As soon as he ended the call and turned off his phone, he had to walk through a small building for security screening. It was there that his bag and phone were taken from him. When he exited the other side, his duffle was handed back to him, but his phone was not.

"Sorry, Lieutenant," the petty officer told him with a shrug when he glared. "I'll tag it for you and return it when you get back to Norfolk. At least it's not a long deployment."

Bradley couldn't even argue with that. It wasn't that long in the grand scheme of things. He'd been overseas for a full twelve months at a time when he was younger. This should have felt like nothing, but he knew it would feel like the worst one. He hefted his bag higher on his shoulder and started to head for the bunk that would be his for the duration. There was no sense in standing on deck when there was nobody who would be looking for him to see him off.

He made it down two hallways before a loud voice echoed off the walls around him. "Lieutenant Bradshaw." When he turned, Admiral Simpson was heading his way, face so red it was almost purple. Bradley's heart sank.

"Yes, sir?"

The other man pulled his composure together, sighing like an angry bull. "While you will be under the command of Admiral Walker for this deployment, you will fly directly back to San Diego when you return to port in Norfolk. You'll be presented with the paperwork today."

Bradley's jaw dropped open. "I'm returning to the Pacific Fleet, Sir?"

He got one firm nod in response. "I told you last week that I would do what I could to retain you."

This was honestly the best case scenario, and Bradley could feel some of his tension melt away. "You weren't kidding," he mumbled before clearing his throat. "Thank you, Sir. Being in San Diego is important to me."

"Fly safely, Lieutenant. See you in seven weeks," Cyclone barked before turning on his heel and walking toward the ramp back down to the dock.

Bradley pumped his fist in the air. "Fuck, yeah," he whispered, spinning on the spot. He would get to go back to the station he preferred in North Island as well as his friends, but most importantly, he would get to return to you. There would be no stress of packing and moving and hoping you were still willing to come with him. He could stay in Coronado.

When he slid his hand into his pocket to get his phone out to call you back, he froze. "God damn it."

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If waiting for emails and letters was bad before, this was torture. The early days of getting to know Bradley through written notes left you with constant butterflies in your tummy, but now it felt like you were walking around with a lead weight instead. You constantly caught yourself reaching for your phone to text him before setting it back down in frustration. 

You hadn't heard from him since before he stepped onto the aircraft carrier, and that was four days ago. Today was New Year's Eve, and at least you had the wine bar with Natasha to look forward to. While you got dressed and ready to go, you couldn't help but put in just the bare minimum amount of effort. What was the point when your boyfriend wasn't even here to give you kisses along your neck and call you Gorgeous? You pouted at your reflection in the bathroom mirror and put the cap on your lip gloss before even using it.

"You look nice," Nat said as you climbed in the front seat of her car. You turned to look at her with one eyebrow raised.

"I'm wearing Bradley's old sweatshirt with a pair of leggings that are starting to get a hole in the crotch."

She started cackling as she pulled away from the curb. "Well, you still look nice."

"Thanks," you said softly, watching the houses go by. 

As Nat turned toward the highway to head up to Oceanside, she asked, "How are you making out?"

You pressed your lips together for a few seconds, trying to make sure you weren't going to cry. "I'm just having a hard time being off from work while he's gone. It's... harder than I thought it would be. I can't wait to return to my classroom in a few days."

"I'm sure that will make it easier," she agreed. "You'll be so busy, time will start to fly by. Oh, I forgot to ask if you got any interesting mail at Bradley's house since he left?"

You shook your head. "I barely remember to check the mailbox most days. Why?"

"Don't worry about it," she replied smoothly. "You'll be back to work in a few days, but in the meantime, we've got merlot and chardonnay to keep your mind occupied."

"Sounds like you're talking about two hot French men," you said with a laugh.

"I could be! You don't even know!"

Now both of you were laughing. And you were still laughing when you actually did order a glass of merlot and a glass of chardonnay. You and Nat enjoyed some wine flights and cheese platters, and she regaled you with stories about Bradley from flight school.

"When he was twenty-two, he probably weighed a hundred and twenty pounds," she said with a smirk. "He was such a nerd, too. God, it was so bad." You were trying to stifle your laughter as she added, "Once he really started working out and grew the mustache, he thought he was hot shit. He's still a fucking nerd."

"He kind of is," you agreed through your giggles.

"But he's a good one," she promised. "Wears his heart on his sleeve too often, but I don't think he has to worry about you breaking it."

You ran your hand along the sleeve of his sweatshirt. "Never."

Once the two of you were filled with cheese and sober enough to get back in the car, you paid for your adventure with the gift card Bradley gave you, only to find out it had five hundred dollars on it.

"Natasha! We need to come back like four more times," you said as you signed the slip.

"I don't see any issue with that," she muttered, leaving cash for a tip. "I think I'll write Bradley an email and thank him for funding girls' day so he can read it when he gets back to Norfolk."

"I think he'd like that."

You started thinking about the journal sitting on the nightstand in his bedroom. Every night before you fell asleep, you'd been pouring your heart and thoughts out into the thing, but even the mention of the word Norfolk had you fretting again. You managed to keep up the conversation with Bradley's best friend as she drove you back to Coronado, but perhaps you should keep most of your things packed after you moved your stuff to his house. What if you had to move to Virginia when the school year ended?

"Thanks for driving," you told her when she pulled up to Bradley's driveway to let you out.

"Anytime," she said, waving you off. "We'll go back up again soon." When you leaned in to give her a hug, she told you, "Don't forget to check the mail."

"Okay."

You weren't sure exactly what her deal was since Bradley couldn't send you anything, but if she wanted you to, then you would. You already promised your boyfriend you'd keep an eye on anything unusual that arrived, so as you walked up to the front door, you took a peek inside the mailbox. Empty. Just like the house. You curled up on the couch with the journal and started to write your daily entry.

I heard from a very reliable source (Natasha) that you were and still are a nerd. I'm going to need to see some pre-stache photos of you when you get home. Your best friend is a wealth of information when you get some wine in her, and I had a great time with her today. 

But I miss you. So much. Sometimes it knocks the breath out of my lungs. Your house is too cold and quiet without you here, hogging the couch and eating snacks. I'm looking forward to school starting up in a few days. It'll be a little less lonely when I have eighteen kids telling me what they got for holiday gifts. Of course I'll have to tell them they won't get a visit from their favorite aviator for a while. We'll just be nineteen sad pen pals.

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On January second, you were working on your lesson plans while wearing Bradley's gym shorts and eating potato chips. Tomorrow you'd get back into a routine with work, but first you were going to allow yourself one last day of being kind of pitiful. You bit off more than you could chew with Bradley, and now you were paying the price. 

You sporadically started crying at random times throughout the day, and it was only made worse by the overwhelming feeling of being alone. If you could barely make it a week without hearing from him, how were you going to make random deployments with no communication your lifestyle? Why did you even think you could?

While you were crunching your way through some potato chips, you heard something thump on the front porch. The sound made you jump on the couch, and you set your snack down on the table and crept to the front door. When you peeked outside, there was nobody there, but when you cracked the door open, you saw a box. A fairly large box. Addressed to you.

"Oh my god," you gasped. It was from Bradley. According to the date stamped next to your name, he somehow sent a box from the post office in San Diego last week. "Oh my god!"

You grabbed it and kicked the door shut, almost tripping on your way back to the coffee table. When you tried to claw at the tape, you almost broke your nails. "Scissors," you shouted, running for the kitchen drawer by the sink where your boyfriend kept a random assortment of junk. Then you walked quickly back to the couch and started to cut into the box.

Natasha had to be behind the arrival of the box, but you couldn't fathom what could possibly be inside. If Bradley wanted you to have something, he could have simply given it to you before he left. Your heart was pounding as you set the scissors down and looked inside.

"Bradley," you gasped, tears filling your eyes as those familiar butterflies zoomed and swooped around in your belly. You'd been so upset about missing out on his letters, he sent you a whole box of them. There were dozens of envelopes and little treats filling the box nearly to the top, but a neon orange envelope with OPEN ME FIRST written on it caught your eye. You pulled it out of the box and tore into it.

Hey, Gorgeous,

I'm thinking about you right now. Guaranteed. It doesn't matter when you get this box or when you read this note, I'm thinking about how much I love you. And if I'm asleep, I'm dreaming about us eating Thai food on the beach in front of a sunset that is nowhere near as beautiful as you.

I hope you realize there was no way you weren't going to get some letters from me while I'm deployed. I would never let that happen. Somehow, you fell in love with me this way in the first place, and more than anything, I want you to feel as loved as I do. So I filled this box with little notes and long, rambling love letters and things I thought you might like. When you read the individual envelopes, you'll know what to do.

Please fill that journal up for me. I can't wait to read it in seven weeks. I'm missing you like crazy, and I selfishly hope you're missing me just as much. I love you.

Yours Truly,

Bradley

With shaking hands, you set the note down on the orange envelope and swiped at your tears. You never dreamed you would meet a man this romantic, but somehow you did, and he became your boyfriend. "Oh, Bradley," you whispered, picking up a stack of envelopes and reading what was written on each one.

Open me when you've had a bad day

Open me when you really want some coffee

Open me when you need a laugh

Open me when you're in bed

Open me when you need a girls' night

Open me with your class

You flopped down onto the couch and kicked your feet in the air. "Bradley!" you shrieked, voice breaking as you started to cry. You hugged the letters to your chest and let the warm feeling of being loved wash over you and fill your heart. He was unbelievable. He was perfect. He was everything you wanted. And somehow you loved him a little more and missed him a little less with this box on the coffee table.

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He's so romantic. He's taking care of Gorgeous from afar! He's coming home to San Diego, but she doesn't even know it! Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls and @daggerspare-standingby

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