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The Wingman | Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: Bob never did this sort of thing. Talking to girls and flirting and romance. It's not that he didn't want to, he just didn't really know how. But you were different in all the right ways, and you made him feel confident enough to try.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst

Length: 5200 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female Reader

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"I need your help," Jake said, forcefully removing the cup of peanuts from Bob's hand. "Right now. Come on."

"With what?" Bob asked quietly as Jake hauled him to his feet and started pushing him away from the pool table and toward the bar. Bob wiped peanut shells from his uniform as he went, perplexed about what was going on.

"See those two girls?" Jake asked, pointing to the end of the bar. "Kinda cute, right?"

Bob's jaw dropped open. Kinda cute didn't quite cover it. Gorgeous was more like it. He swallowed the last peanut he was chewing on and murmured, "Yeah. Very cute."

"Great. The one on the right has a perfect looking rack, and she seems kind of mean. She's for me. You can have the one on the left. She's sweet. Not my type," Jake said as they drew closer.

Bob was practically stumbling along now. "But why do you need me?"

"You're going to be my wingman."

"But.... we aren't flying?" Bob asked, so perplexed.

Jake sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Focus, Floyd. It means you can hang out with the friend for a bit so I can get laid. Do you understand?"

"Yeah," Bob muttered, and then he was being thrust up right next to where you were standing. He had to catch the wall so he didn't slam into you, and then you looked up at him slowly as you released your straw from your lips and smiled.

"Hi." Your voice was breathy and soft, the perfect juxtaposition to the noisy bar. And you looked even more beautiful up close, something Bob would have thought impossible. "Are you Jake's friend?"

"Uh, yeah," he replied, swallowing hard as your bright smile took his breath away. "I'm Bob," he managed to say without sounding like a complete idiot.

And then you gave him your name, and something told him he was going to remember it for the rest of his life. "It's nice to meet you, Bobby."

He nodded, heart thudding. "Nice to meet you, too." 

You called him Bobby, and he liked the way it sounded on your lips. But nothing compared to what you said next. 

"I noticed you before," you said, looking down at your drink, suddenly shy. "Last weekend when we were here. And the weekend before that. I can't believe you're talking to me."

You had noticed him before? Bob couldn't formulate real words. You were surprised he was talking to you? But you were so far out of his league, it was ridiculous! He just watched your straw brushing against your lips as your gaze slowly moved up his chest and neck until your eyes met his again. You were just so pretty.

You cleared your throat and pressed your lips together. "Of course, if you don't feel like talking to me, you don't have to." And you quickly turned to face the bar, taking a few steps away from him. That's when Bob realized he'd been staring at you instead of talking to you at all. 

"No, no, I do want to talk to you," he said, wondering if it was okay to touch you and decided to go for it as he reached out to let his fingers brush your arm. He said your name and you turned to look at him again, but you didn't come any closer. "Sorry, I-I just got distracted by how pretty you are."

You laughed, and that smile was back now. "You know, that usually sounds like a line when a guy says it, but for some reason I believe you, Bobby. I even told my friend Alli that you looked handsome and sweet at the same time." You gestured toward your friend who had her lips glued to Jake's, but Bob barely glanced in their direction.

"Nobody really calls me Bobby, but I like it when you do."

When you closed the distance between your bodies and ran your fingers along his collection of insignia pins, Bob let his left hand rest lightly on your waist, and you didn't stop him. He couldn't believe you were letting him touch you. 

"What do you do in the navy?" you asked, meeting his eyes before examining his pins a little closer. 

"I'm an aviator," he replied. 

"You fly a jet?" you asked, eyes wide now. And this was what Bob hated more than anything; having to explain to someone that he was just a backseater. 

"No, I'm a weapons systems officer, actually."

"Oh! So you're in charge of a pilot! Do you fly with Jake?"

Bob smiled at your simple and yet surprisingly accurate description of what a WSO did. "No, I fly with her," he replied, pointing across the bar where Phoenix was gaping at him with a pool cue in her hand. 

You turned to look before turning back to him and saying, "That's so fascinating, Bobby."

"What do you do?" he asked, wrapping his hand a little further around your back and nearly gasping as he felt the swell of your butt. He let go of you like he'd been burned, but you reached for his hand and placed it right where it had been. 

"I'm a kindergarten teacher."

Bob's mouth went dry. Phoenix told him all the time that he was destined to marry a sweet, pretty kindergarten teacher and have six kids and a golden retriever. 

"Do you like kids, Bobby?" you asked, your fingers back on his pins. 

"Yeah... six of them," he murmured. 

"Hmm?"

"Oh. Nothing," he told you. "Yes, I like kids. Sometimes I volunteer to read at the library when they need military personnel for story time. Hey, how do you feel about golden retrievers?

"Your lips parted slightly as you looked at him, and Bob could feel his cheeks flushing with color as you leaned up. The way your eyes fluttered closed should have been enough warning for him, but nobody had ever done this to him before in the middle of the Hard Deck. In fact, he could count on one hand the number of girls he had ever kissed at all, anywhere.

But the soft touch of your lips to his was enough to have his right hand wrapping around you as well. And then everything felt perfect as he touched you while you kissed him. 

The kiss didn't last long, but you kept your body pressed right up to his while you assured him that golden retrievers were your very favorite type of dog. Then you told Bob about your classroom and your school and the kids in your class. You told him how much you liked when they played movies in the park by your apartment. You told him that you always went with some of your friends to the food truck festivals. And you told him how much you liked his glasses. 

"You really like them?" Nobody liked his glasses. Women frequently asked him if he ever wore contacts. He supposed that would make him a bit better looking, but he hated poking at his eyes when he needed to use them for work.

"Like is an understatement," you assured him with a smile. "You're so cute. Can I kiss you again?"

Bob nodded helplessly, already kind of pathetically in need of your attention. This kiss was a little more forceful, and Bob could feel your tongue touching his.

And then Alli threw her drink on Jake, and you gasped, backing out of Bob's arms. "Maybe I should go check on her," you said as your friend stormed toward the exit. But you didn't move. 

"Well, Bob, your wingman duty is no longer needed," Jake drawled, wiping what appeared to be rum and coke from his face before he wandered away.

You groaned and tipped your head back before you met Bob's eyes. "Jake made you come over and talk to me, didn't he?"

You looked completely distraught, and Bob thought he might die if you left right now. He didn't even have your number, and he hadn't asked you out on a date yet. "Don't go," he begged, reaching for you as you set your empty glass on the bar. "Please. It took literally no persuading on Jake's part to get me to come over here. And you're so pretty, I would have been too scared to ever come over on my own."

You looked at him for a beat. "You seem sincere. Are you being sincere?"

"Of course," he swore, panicking inside. "I don't want you to leave. I'm hoping you'll give me your number and let me take you out tomorrow."

To Bob's relief, you pulled him over to the one empty bar stool and pushed him down to sit. Then you were on his lap, perched on his thigh, and he was handing you his phone. You saved your name and phone number and texted yourself so you could have his number too. "Where are you taking me tomorrow, Bobby?" you asked him.

"Anywhere you want," he promised. And you ran your fingers through his hair, teasing them along the back of his neck as you kissed him again. He wrapped his hand around your waist and pulled you a little closer. Then he felt you reach for his other hand, guiding it to your bare knees where his fingers skimmed the hem of your dress. 

You were good at this. You knew what you were doing. But Bob wasn't good at romance, and he didn't have a lot of experience. But he knew he was already addicted to your kisses. And he should have understood what you meant as soon as you said it, but he really didn't.

"You could take me out for breakfast," you whispered as you kissed your way along his jaw and tasted his neck.

"Okay," he muttered. "I'd love to pick you up tomorrow morning. For breakfast."

He was just thankful you didn't laugh at him when you pulled back. Instead you were biting your lip and toying with his pins again as you said, "Or you could stay over. And then you wouldn't have to come pick me up. Because you'd already be there."

Bob knew he was hard in his khaki uniform pants, and the way your thigh was nudging him wasn't helping him process the fact that you just invited him to spend the night with you. He didn't know if he could do this. He'd never done this sort of thing before. 

You were looking at him expectantly and a little apprehensively. He kissed you softly. "I don't usually go home with girls from the bar. I actually don't even usually talk to girls when I'm here. Or...anywhere, really." His face was flushed, collar too tight. He was uncomfortable now as you appraised him with your wide eyes.

"How is that possible? You're so smooth." Now Bob was the one with big eyes as you added, "I've never taken a guy home from the bar before, but you make me feel comfortable. And I think you're sweet. And I'm pretty sure we're going to date."

Bob nodded, so sure of it. "Yeah, we're going to date. And get a golden retriever." 

Your smile right before you kissed the tip of his nose made him squeeze you tighter. "Then let's go," you whispered, wiggling out of his arms to stand up. Bob had to try to discreetly adjust himself as you dug into your purse, but he managed to get his wallet out in time to pay for your drink before you could. "Thanks, Bobby," you muttered, taking his hand in yours. 

Bob watched the identical looks of shock on Jake's and Nat's faces as you looked up at him and lured him toward the door. He was going back to your place. He was going to take you out for breakfast. He was so excited. And so nervous.

As he helped you climb in his pick-up truck, you leaned down and kissed him softly, and he just knew you would never make fun of him for anything. Bob closed the door and walked around the truck, checking his phone which had been vibrating nonstop.

Hangman: I told you she was sweet.

Nat Trace: OMG BOB, have a great night! Text me tomorrow! 

He climbed into the truck only to find that you had buckled yourself into the center of the bench seat right next to him. "Hi," you said with a laugh, and then you let your palm come to rest on his thigh as he pulled out of the parking lot. 

"Where do you live?" he asked softly, and you gave him directions while you touched him so gently that Bob felt some of his nervousness receding. He parked in front of your building, and you led him inside. 

The elevator ride was filled with sweet kisses as you draped your arms around his neck. Either you could tell that he was out of his element and were being extra nice about it, or this was how you always liked to do things. Either way, he really, really liked it. Even the swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip as the elevator arrived at your floor wasn't too much for him now. When he nibbled gently on your lip, you moaned softly, and he pushed you back against the wall. 

"Let's go," you panted, pulling him toward your door. Bob kissed the side of your neck as you fiddled with your key, but once you had him inside, things started going a little too fast for him. 

You closed and locked the door, and then your fingers were on the zipper of his uniform pants, and your tongue was in his mouth. Bob let you slip your hand inside the waistband of his underwear, and then your hand was stroking him, and he was seeing stars behind his eyelids. It felt so good. He'd been touched like this before, but it had been months, and it had been with someone he was dating. 

He liked you a lot, and he didn't want you to stop. But suddenly, when your hand stroked back up his already throbbing cock, he pulled away from your kisses. "Can we go a little slower?" he asked between raspy breaths. 

You nodded with uncertainty at him and gently slid your hand out of his underwear. "I'm sorry," you whispered. "Guys usually like that."

"I do!" he insisted. "It's....just...maybe we can kiss more first?"

"Okay," you agreed. "How about on the couch?"

"Sure," Bob whispered. You pulled him further into your living room, fingers linked with his. When he settled back onto the sofa, you sat on his thigh, just like you had done on the barstool. 

"Is this better?" you asked, your lips brushing against his while you ran your fingers through his hair. Your cheek was nudging his glasses, and honestly, he was just as aroused as he had been when your hand was stroking him. 

"Yeah," he managed, and your mouth and his met in the best kisses he had ever felt. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but eventually you were straddling his hips, and his hands were wrapped around the backs of your bare thighs.

"That feels good, Bobby," you whined as he stroked his thumbs along your perfect, soft skin. Your lips found his neck, sucking and licking him, and he had to work hard to fight the urge to buck up against you. He could feel you occasionally rub yourself against the open zipper of his pants, and each time he was afraid he was going to finish before anything really began. 

He didn't know what to do now. Was he supposed to ask you if you wanted to move to your bed? Was he supposed to tell you it was okay to touch him anywhere? Was he allowed to touch you anywhere?

When he eased his hands up along your butt only to determine that you weren't wearing any underwear at all, you kissed him hard. And then you slid from his lap so that you were kneeling on the floor between his spread thighs, and Bob watched you lick your lips. You reached for his pants and underwear and guided them down his legs while you smiled softly at him. When his hard cock was just inches from your lips, he got nervous again. But then your mouth was on him, and he had never in his whole life felt anything this amazing. 

You kissed his tip before parting your lips and sliding your mouth around him. He grunted, hands fisted on his knees, veins bulging in his arms. You moaned softly as you wrapped one sure hand around the base of him, and he throbbed with need for you. 

"You're really big," you whispered, pausing to kiss along his length, nudging him with your nose. He tipped his head back against the couch, praying that he wasn't going to embarrass himself after ten more seconds in your hand. When he felt your tongue lick his entire length from his balls back up to the tip, he snapped his head back to attention to watch you take the bead of his precum onto your tongue. 

And then you smiled again as he gaped at you. "If you don't like it this way, that's okay. You can tell me what you like best," you whispered before turning your head slightly to kiss his left fist where it was balled up and shaking on his knee. "And you can touch me if you want to."

Bob swallowed hard and then immediately blurted out, "I've never had a blowjob before."

You stared up at him, brow creased in confusion, pretty lips pursed. He could feel his face flushing, he was probably bright red. You were still stroking your thumb along his penis as you cocked your head to one side. 

"What do you mean? Never?" you asked softly. 

He shook his head back and forth in short, jerky motions, and he was so embarrassed. He thought maybe he should just leave. He shouldn't have even come home with you. "Never."

Then your face relaxed a bit, and you kissed his tip one more time before climbing back onto his lap. Bob relaxed his fists and wrapped his arms around your waist as you sat with his hard cock at attention between the two of you. But you didn't look bothered by anything now as you asked, "How old are you, Bobby?"

He swallowed hard and met your eyes, "I'm almost thirty."

You nodded and kissed his nose. "Have you had sex before?" you asked softly, pressing your lips to his cheek. 

"Yes," he replied, melting into the feel of your fingers and lips on him. "I've had two girlfriends."

"Okay," you told him, smiling before you kissed him. "So here's the deal, Bobby. I really like you. And I'd really like to give you a blowjob. If you want me to. And then I'd really like to take you to my bedroom, and I don't care if we just cuddle and talk, but I want you to stay with me all night. And then we can go out for breakfast. And then we can go out again after that if you think you like me as much as I like you."

This time Bob leaned forward to kiss you. "I'm nervous that I'm going to embarrass myself."

You laughed softly. "How do you think you're going to embarrass yourself?"

He let his gaze wander all over your face before he looked down at the couch cushion next to his thigh. "You know... I'm not going to last more than a minute."

Your soft sigh as you ran your fingers along his penis had his gaze snapping back to yours. "Oh, Bobby. I don't care about that." Then you bit your lip for a beat before you added, "It's kind of flattering, getting to do this for you. If you want me to. And if you cum really fast...well, we can try it again later. But that would be flattering, too."

He nodded his head, and you leaned in to kiss his cheek as he said, "Okay."

And then you were kneeling between his legs again, and he ran his fingers along your cheek while you stroked him with your hand a few times. "Ready?"

Your mouth was warm and wet, and Bob was treated to the feel of your tongue swirling along his length. It was the best thing he'd ever felt. Until you sucked on him. "Oh my god," he gasped, watching your pretty eyes as you looked at him. When you started to move your mouth up and down his cock, he laughed softly. "You're amazing."

You moaned while he was deep in your mouth, touching your throat, and he could feel his entire body start to tighten up. He wanted to panic, but then you bobbed along slowly, and he could only feel pleasure as he wrapped his fingers around the back of your head. And with one more swipe of your tongue, he was ejaculating right into your mouth. 

He couldn't formulate words as he grunted and watched you suck on him and swallow his cum. When he touched your throat as you swallowed him down, he groaned softly. 

"Was that okay?" you asked before licking up a little more cum that dripped out like it was a treat for you. Your hand was still wrapped around him, and you were treating him like a lollipop now, and he already wanted you to give him another blowjob. 

"Yes," he managed to say, feeling quite boneless on your couch as you giggled. 

"I liked it, too," you assured him. "Let's go to my bedroom." You pulled him to his feet, and somehow his brain recovered the knowledge of the mechanics of how to walk. He pulled his underwear and pants up as you led him along. He barely had a chance to look around your room before your hands were gently undoing his shirt buttons. And then you undressed him down to his white briefs, running your warm hands along his biceps and shoulders with a look of awe on your face.

Bob wouldn't say he was self conscious exactly; his body was strong, and it did everything he needed it to, because he took care of himself. But he wasn't as handsome as Hangman and Coyote, and he wasn't as muscular as Payback and Rooster. But you didn't seem to have an issue with anything you saw as you folded up his uniform and then pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. 

When he reached for your dress, you bit your lip and immediately said, "My body isn't perfect like yours."

"Perfect?" he mumbled. You thought he looked perfect? That was impossible. You were so close to perfection, he still couldn't believe you'd even talked to him at the Hard Deck in the first place. And with each additional time he looked at your face, he was certain you just got prettier.

"Yeah," you told him as you ran your fingers down his flat abs and then along the waistband of his underwear. "Perfect."

But you looked up at him and reached for the hem of your dress before you pulled it up your body and over your head, dropping it on top of his uniform and kind of shrugging. You were completely naked now, and Bob hadn't been prepared. At all. He started stuttering at the same time his cock started getting hard again.

"I th-think... wow." He took a deep breath and started over again. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

"So smooth," you whispered. And then Bobby was in your bed as you reassured him that it was okay to just snuggle with you under the warm blanket. So he pulled you against the front of his body, and he was the big spoon as you kissed his hand.

He was sure you must have been able to feel the press of his erection against your back, but you didn't say anything about it. Instead you asked him all about himself, and you told him stories, too. And after a while, Bob's hands grew a little bolder, drifting over the soft skin of your belly and hips until it sounded like you were begging for him. Soft little moans filled the space while you whispered his name. He wasn't sure what to do next, but you rolled over to face him and started to kiss him. 

Yeah, this was really good. He liked this immensely. He liked the way your hands on his bare skin made him feel safe and grounded. He liked how you were going slowly again, because when you finally reached down toward his cock, he was ready for it. 

"Wait," he whispered, pushing you gently onto your back. "May I do to you what you did to me earlier?"

"Yes," you whispered, slowly spreading your thighs apart as Bob nodded. He'd done this a few times before. He'd liked it in the past. But when he put his lips on your slick slit, he moaned in pleasure which made you moan as well. He liked the way you tasted and smelled, and when he licked your opening, you were already gathering the sheets in your fists. 

That seemed like a good sign, so he just kept going. At each encouraging sound or gasped word from you, he went harder and faster. Soon you were loud. Like very loud. You were propped up on one elbow watching him. And you had one leg draped over his shoulder, heel digging into his back as you whined, "Bobby! You've done this before!" You were rolling your hips up against his face, nudging his glasses. 

When he slowed his movements to reach up and removed them, you gasped. "Don't you dare! You leave your glasses on!" Your eyes were flashing with need, and Bob did exactly as he was told. 

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered with a smile as he returned his mouth to your pussy. He licked and sucked until you were yanking on his hair and riding his face, and then you came with your back arched, whining his name so loudly, he thought your neighbors could probably hear. 

"Bobby!" you gasped before collapsing back on your pillow. And just when he thought things couldn't possibly get any better, you took his hands in yours and ran them along your breasts. "Kiss me," you demanded, and so he did. You licked his lips clean while he squeezed your breasts, and soon he was tasting you there as well. 

You were alternating between pulling him up to kiss your lips and pushing him down to kiss your breasts, and really there was no bad option for Bob. He could probably do this all night if that's what you wanted. But you seemed to want more, because you rolled him onto his back and pulled his underwear off in one swift motion.

"I'm going to go ahead and guess that you don't have any condoms with you?" you asked softly, kissing his bent knee. 

He shook his head, but at least he was pretty sure he wasn't blushing any longer. "No. Sorry."

"I have some," you reassured him. "But... I don't know if they're big enough." You scooted off of the bed and walked out of the room, and Bob got a little apprehensive. He didn't know his size could potentially be an issue? He didn't even know he would be considered big. 

But when you walked in a minute later, tearing open a small box with a smile on your face, he felt better. Bob tried to roll on a condom, but it broke immediately. "It's okay," you said with a laugh, trying a second one which also broke. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered with a laugh. But you managed to get the third one on him successfully.

"I'm on the pill anyway," you told him. "You know, in case this one breaks, too."

"Alright," he whispered against your lips as you straddled him and guided your pussy down around him, inch by inch. You kissed his lips and cheeks and neck, running your fingers through his hair as you set a slow, steady pace.

But Bob was almost immediately stammering and blushing. "It feels too good," he told you, but you silenced him with your kisses and went a little harder. You felt so tight, so perfect, and you were letting him touch you everywhere. Your breasts were soft, and you were arching your back, pressing yourself into his hands. 

"You feel good too, Bobby," you promised him, grunting softly as you rode him. He let his hands slide slowly down your sides until they were on your hips, and that was a mistake. Because he could feel the motion of your body taking his. He could feel the roll of your hips against his palms.

"It's too good," he groaned, and then he was coming inside you. "Sorry," he whispered, panting against your shoulder as his pleasure washed over him. 

"Don't apologize for anything," you told him, riding him with slower movements until he was breathing like normal. 

"I just want to be better for you," he promised, and when you adjusted his glasses for him, he smiled. 

"We have all night."

Bob frowned at you. "Can we have longer than that?"

You looked down at him with parted lips. "If you still want to?"

"I thought we agreed we were going to date," he said. "Breakfast is one thing, but I thought we could do all kinds of stuff together. Hang out and maybe I could be your boyfriend after a week or two."

Without another word, you kissed him. And you didn't stop kissing him. And late night turned into early morning, and there were a few more experiments with the condoms. And a few without. 

And instead of ever making it to breakfast, Bob ended up treating you to lunch instead. He wore his wrinkled, day old uniform that you insisted looked adorable on him while he sat with his arm around you. And then he took you to see his place, which consisted of lots of snuggling and another blowjob. 

"My friends are asking if I'm going to the bar again tonight," he told you, running his fingers along your arm as you rested your head on his shoulder. 

"Do you want to go?" you asked, pressing your lips to his neck.

"Only if you come with me."

And when Bob strolled into the Hard Deck again on Saturday night with your arms wrapped around his waist and your voice in his ear, he just smiled at the looks he was getting. It didn't matter if he thought he was as handsome as Hangman or as strong as Payback, because you kept assuring him that you thought he was. 

You spent another evening touching and kissing him, perched on his leg and laughing. And he made plans with you for the following day and the following weekend and the one after that. He wouldn't be surprised if he was making plans with you every day for the rest of his life. And he would let you name the golden retriever. 

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🏳️‍🌈 Queer Hogwarts: Legacy Fanfic Masterlist

Hogwarts: Legacy fans, whether you be a creative yourself or a content consumer, send me your queer content and recs! I will update this list regularly. LGBTQIA+ inclusive Guidelines for Submission: - The main pairing should be on the LGBTQIA+ Spectrum - If the main pairing isn't queer, then the author should be - Self-recs are welcome and strongly encouraged! - Please include the author's username, a link to the fic or series, any pertinent categories, and specify any possible triggers and/or warnings (same as you would do for AO3). Note: I will do my best to double-check for triggers and warnings as well.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

ahh what a lovely idea!!

my fave fics i’ve written!!

- honeysuckle sips from your rolling hips (armand/daniel, iwtv, m)

Not only was this fic super fun to write it was also a favourite of people who read it which made me love it all the more!!

- My Lover, Melt! (armand/daniel, tvc (bookverse), e)

First fic written for this ship that I wrote in a daze at midnight because I knew i just had to. really fun for me and the song just clicks so well for Them.

- East of Eden (robert fischer/dom cobb, inception, m)

Short but SUPER fun, I will always adore my inception fics because i just adore that world and the possibilities of it, and this fic has delightful memories of coming up with in over dms with two beloved mutuals

- A Gypsy’s Ribbon (tommy/alfie, peaky blinders, m)

Not what I would consider my best but it is my only PB fic and it is inspired by one of my favourite poems, really enjoyed writing it. Tommy/Alfie will always hold SUCH a lovely place in my heart!

- sweet things for the sea (armand/daniel, iwtv, m)

So very difficult to pick just five but I have to talk about my one f/f fic as a lesbian. butchfemme devils minion is just too good to me and sirenmand lives in my head (and dani’s) rent free.

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So cute I can't!!!!

More Than Enough [Bob Floyd x Reader]

A Single Dad Bob Fic

Summary: The first two times Bob Floyd ends up in your emergency room he’s a mess. You never expected him to return a third time. But when he does, it changes everything.

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x OC 

Warnings: Medical setting, blood and needles, cursing Word count: 4.4K 

Bob Floyd masterlist here

“We’ve got another one.” 

You sighed, lifting the hair from the back of your neck and fanning it before clipping your hair up and straightening your scrubs. “Be there in a second, Liz.” 

Your charge nurse nodded, waddling away from the desk and you pushed back from your chair, wandering down the hall, knocking lightly before walking through the door on the right. 

“Hi,” you said, grabbing the chart from the folder on the wall and stepping further into the room. “I’m Y/N, I’ll be your nurse today.” 

“Hi.” You looked up. His voice was deep and gravely and insanely sexy despite the fluorescent lights of the ER and the sterile aesthetics of the triage room. The patient on the bed had sandy blond hair that was combed back neatly and a pair of wire glasses that slid down his pert nose. His pink lips were curled up in a delicate, shy smile, large hands spread out on either side of his body. “How are you?” 

You laughed, skimming the clipboard chart one more time before setting it down near the sink. “Better than you, Mr. Floyd, by the looks of it. Says here you have a hook in your foot.” 

The man nodded, lifting his left leg and you saw it immediately: an old fishing hook sunken into the flesh toward his ankle. You grimaced while putting on a pair of gloves. 

“And how did this happen?” 

“Playing football on the beach,” he said as you poked at the skin around the hook. “Just stepped somewhere I shouldn’t have, apparently.” 

You nodded. “Well, Mr. Floyd–”

“Bob,” he said. 

You smiled. “Bob. I’m going to give you a shot for tetanus. We’re not sure where this hook has been, so better safe than sorry.” 

Bob winced as he watched you dip the syringe into the glass vial of medicine. 

You sat down on the rolling stool and reached out, pushing up the sleeve of his shirt from his upper arm, rubbing a circle spot with an alcohol swab. “So beach football. That sounds fun.” 

“I, um, I play with my team.” Bob closed his eyes as you slid the needle into his skin, pressing the depressor slowly. 

When you pulled it out, covering it with a fresh cotton ball, reaching for a band-aid, he kept his eyes closed. You patted his arm softly. “Mr. Floyd, you’re doing just fine.” 

His eyes shot open and he smiled, embarrassed. “Sorry, I’m a major wuss when it comes to needles.” 

“Most people are,” you said, examining his foot. “What kind of team? Like a rec league?” 

“Oh, no,” Bob said as you cleaned around the entrance of the metal hook on his foot. “My squadron. I’m in the Navy.” 

“Really?” You pressed down on the top of his foot, looking up at Bob. He caught your eye.

He nodded. “Aviator, ma’am.” 

“What’s that like?” you asked. Just as Bob opened his mouth to reply, you yanked on the hook, eliciting a sharp grunt from him. You shook your head with a sad smile. “Sorry, better not to see it coming.” 

“Think you’re right about that,” Bob said, his voice a little higher than before. 

You smiled sweetly up at him, pressing against the wound with cotton to stop the bleeding. Bob laid back against the bed, looking a little more pale than before. “Mr. Floyd?” 

“Bob,” he gasped. 

“Bob,” you repeated. “Are you feeling dizzy?” 

“Not a fan of blood, either,” he muttered and you looked down to see that blood had soaked through the cotton you were holding. You quickly switched it out.  

“Lay back for me,” you said softly, “and close your eyes.” Bob did as he was told and you wrapped his foot gently once the blood had stopped flowing from the wound. You ran the sink with cold water, dampening a towel and folding it up, placing it gently on Bob’s forehead. He sighed audibly. “There. Just try to relax, OK?” 

He chuckled. “Not a very good first impression, huh?” 

You smiled even though he couldn’t see you. “I’ve had worse.” 

Just as you were about to open your mouth and ask about his personal life, the door swung open and a beautiful brunette entered the room with a little girl on her hip. Your heart sank in your chest as she set the toddler down and watched as the toddler rushed to the bed. “Daddy!” 

Bob’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled brightly. “Hi Sugar.” 

“She insisted we follow you,” the brunette said. She was gloriously tan and chiseled, wearing just a black sports bra and a pair of small athletic shorts. She turned to you with a grin. “How’s our boy doing?” 

“He’ll be just fine,” you said, trying your hardest not to be jealous of this perfectly kind stranger who just happened to be the wife of your patient. But you also wanted to claw her eyes out and claim him as your own. 

“Daddy, you fainted.” The little girl had her hands on the sheets where she could reach and Bob leaned over, trying to scoop her up, but couldn’t quite reach her. 

“Here.” You crouched down next to the little girl. “Want me to help you get on your daddy’s bed?” 

She nodded enthusiastically and you smiled, lifting under her arms, plopping her against the sheets and Bob’s waiting arms. You watched as Bob enveloped her in his embrace, veins and muscles on his arms rippling as he held her tight. 

The brunette cleared her throat. “Floyd, I can take Andie home, depending on how long you’ll be here?” 

Bob turned to you. “Y/N?” he asked and you liked the way he said your name instead of nurse or hey you or even ma’am. “How long do you think?” 

“I just want to keep you here another fifteen minutes or so, make sure you’re reacting OK to the vaccination and you’re no longer a fainting threat, and then we can get your discharge papers completed. Won’t be more than an hour.” 

Bob nodded. “I’ll take her home, Nix, don’t worry about it.” 

The brunette put one hand on her hip. “You sure?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure. You want to stay with me, Sugar? Or do you want Auntie Phoenix to take you home?” 

Andie clung to Bob’s side. “I want to stay with you, daddy!” 

You caught the auntie part of the conversation. As you swapped out his gauze for a bandage you looked quickly. 

No wedding ring. 

Things were looking up. You smiled as the brunette leaned over, kissing the top of Andie’s head. “OK sweetheart, you can stay with your daddy. Floyd, I’ll check on you later. Bradshaw will drive you home, OK? He’s in the waiting room.” 

Bob nodded. “Thanks. Tell him we’ll be out soon.” Bob turned to you as Andie settled in his arms, her gaze already on the TV in the corner. “Sorry, that’s my pilot, Natasha.” 

“She’s pretty.” 

Bob flushed. “I, um, I was going to say the same thing about you.” 

You loved that he was flustered. In his arms, Andie stirred. “Daddy? How much longer?” 

“Just a little bit, honey,” he said. “Do you want to wait with Uncle Bradley?” 

She shook her head. “No, daddy, want to be with you!” 

“OK Sugar,” he said, looking up at you sheepishly. “Sorry, she’s three and a little antsy.” 

You waved one hand in the air. “Don’t worry about it. She’s adorable.” You finished your note on his chart. “Well, Mr. Floyd, you’re going to be just fine. In about fifteen minutes, the floor nurse will come in and get you the discharge papers and you two will be free to go.” 

Just as you were about to turn on your heel, Bob’s voice caught you. “Y/N?” 

You turned. “Yes?” 

He looked down at Andie’s blonde head and then back up at you and sighed. “Um, thanks. For everything.” 

You smiled but it was thin. “Of course, it’s my job.” You waved. “Bye sweetheart.” 

“Bye!” Andie’s sugary voice rang out in the sterile room. 

You turned on one heel, flattening yourself to the hallway after shutting the door, letting out a breath. For a moment, you had thought he was going to ask you out. But of course he wasn’t. Who were you kidding? A gorgeous pilot with a daughter? He was surely off the market, even if he wasn’t wearing a ring. 

You opened your eyes just in time to see an incredibly beefy guy slide down the hallway, his brown eyes landing on yours. He grinned, white teeth, slightly crooked smile. Fuck, he was beautiful, too. What was going on? 

“Hi,” he said, stopping in front of you. “I, uh, I’m looking for Bob Floyd’s room?” 

You hooked a thumb to your left. “Right there,” you said. 

He grinned. “Thanks.” He didn’t make a move to leave. 

You pushed yourself off of the wall and nodded. “Anytime.” 

The mustache man followed you with your eyes as you walked away from the room, as far as you could get from the tiny little corner of the hospital that was inhabited by the most beautiful people you had ever laid eyes on within a ten minute span. 

Back at the nurse’s station, you collapsed into your chair. 

“I know that look,” Liz said, eyebrow raised. 

“What look?” 

She shook her head, grabbing for her water bottle. “Watch out, sweetie. There’s only one reason you could possibly look like that?” 

“And how do I look?” 

“Fucked.” 

***

You hadn’t been able to get Bob Floyd out of your head. That’s why, two weeks later, when he rushed into the ER in the middle of the night, you blinked rapidly, convinced that the night shift was melding with your subconscious somehow. 

“Hello?” he called out into the hallway and you rushed forward, noticing that he had Andie in his arms, her face pink with anguish. “She won’t stop crying and throwing up and oh my God, I don’t know what’s happening.” 

“Put her down here,” you said, leading them to a bed and drawing the drapes tightly. Andie rolled onto her side, clutching her abdomen. “Hi honey. I’m just going to take a look at your belly, OK?” She nodded, but continued to cry as you lifted up the hem of her pajama top, touching her distended belly gently as she cried out. You looked up at Bob. “It’s most likely appendicitis but we’ll need a CT scan to confirm.” 

Bob ran a hand through his hair. He looked much more disheveled this time and you almost wanted to sling an arm around him, pull him into a hug. He looked like he needed it. 

“Let me call down to radiology, we should be able to get her in immediately.” 

You stepped toward the phone on the wall, speaking quickly, eyes on Bob as he hovered near Andie’s bed, whispering softly in her ear. 

“Another nurse will come and take her down in a minute,” you said gently. 

Bob looked up. “Can I go with?” 

You shook your head and his face fell. “I’m sorry. But you’ll get to see her before she goes into surgery.” 

“Is there anything you can give her for the pain?” he pleaded. “I just, I don't know what to do.”

You nodded. “We’ll give her some medicine before the procedure and after.” 

A knock on the door stole both of your attention. “Mr. Floyd? I’m here to take Andie down to radiology.” A short nurse with her hair tied back smiled at the door. “Are we all set?” 

“Yes.” You looked at Bob and Andie. “It’ll only be twenty minutes, I promise.” 

He nodded, leaning over and kissing Andie’s head. “I’ll be right here, baby, I promise. Be good for me, Sugar.” 

“Daddy!” she cried and you saw how it gutted him. 

He swallowed the pain. “It’s OK, honey. You’ll feel better soon.” 

And then they were wheeling Andie’s bed out of the room and Bob collapsed onto the chair near the wall, head in his hands. You waited a moment before walking over, squatting down and pressing one hand to his knee gently. “Hey. She’s going to be OK, I promise.” 

Bob looked up and you saw tears in his blue eyes. He wiped at them. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing scarier as a parent than rushing your kid to the ER in the middle of the night.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” you said softly. “I can’t even imagine.” 

“Do you have kids?”

You shook your head. “I don’t.” 

Bob sighed. “I never thought I wanted kids,” he whispered, like a confession. “And then Andie came along and she changed everything.” He paused. “She’s my entire world. I can’t explain how helpless I feel watching her in pain knowing it’s out of my control.” 

Your hand was still pressed against his knee. “She’s going to be alright,” you said. “I promise, nothing bad is going to happen.” 

“Thank you.” The two of you hovered there for a moment, eyes locked on each other. And then the door swung open and you stood up quickly. 

“It’s a ruptured appy,” the nurse said. “We’re taking her down to OR two.” 

“You have to let him talk to her first,” you said and Bob looked at you, surprised. “He has to tell her it’s going to be OK. She’s scared.” 

The nurse nodded hastily. “Fine, but do it quickly. Dr. Roberts is already scrubbing in.” 

The three of you trailed down the hallway to where Andie laid in a bed near the elevator, another nurse speaking with her quietly. Her eyes flicked to Bob immediately, widening with recognition and comfort. He reached out, stroking her hair. “Hi Sugar,” he whispered and you could hear in the pits of his voice how much he was holding back. “Listen, the doctors are going to make you better and when you’re done with your nap, I’ll be waiting for you.” 

“With a toy?” she asked, her voice light and soft.

Bob smiled. “Yeah, honey, with a toy.”

“Promise, daddy?” 

Bob nodded. “I promise. Be right here when you’re done, OK?” 

Andie smiled and Bob pressed a kiss to her forehead before she was wheeled down the corridor, through the double doors at the end of the hallway. He turned to you with sad, wide eyes. You were an ER nurse – technically, you needed to hand over Andie as your patient to the surgical team. You would go to the nurses station and finish the chart, have it signed off by the attendings who completed her surgery after it was done. But something about the frazzled way that Bob looked and how his leg had felt beneath your palm made you throw everything else to the side.   

“Come on,” you said, putting one hand on his arm gently. “Let’s get a coffee. It’ll be an hour or two.” 

He frowned. “You don’t need to see more patients?” 

You shrugged. It was three in the morning on a Tuesday. Only one bed was filled. “It’s quiet. They’ll cover for me.” 

“Are you sure?” 

You nodded. You didn’t want him to be alone. “Besides, I know where the good coffee is.” 

That’s how you and Bob ended up on the third floor doctor’s lounge sipping out of mismatched mugs, the sun still asleep beneath the blanket of the horizon. 

“So a pilot, huh?” you asked. “That must be exciting.” 

Bob smiled but it was quick. Tight. “Yeah.” He took a sip of coffee and looked up. “Actually, can I tell you the truth?” 

“Of course.” 

“People always say that and I always respond the same. Yeah, it’s exciting. Yeah, it’s cool. But the truth is, it’s fucking terrifying. Going up in jets every day not knowing if I’m going to be able to pick my daughter up from daycare later or not.” 

“So why do you do it?”

“Only thing I’ve ever been good at,” he replied. 

“That can’t be true.” Your eyes wandered over Bob’s strong hands, the way the coffee mug was engulfed by them. The wire glasses slipping down his nose. The way he carried himself. Like he was too much of a burden to compete for space in the room, even though there was no one in there besides the two of you. 

“Being a dad,” he said softly. “I’m good at that. I think.” 

“You are.” He lit up. “The way Andie looks at you? You’re her hero.” 

Bob put his coffee cup down. “You’re just saying that.” 

“You don’t know me,” you said, “but I don’t really make a habit of lying just to make people feel good about themselves.” 

He laughed. “So that’s why you became a nurse, huh?” 

“That and an oppressive need for academic validation. Plus I look cute in the uniform.” 

Bob smiled at you. “True.”

You blushed. In the dim light of the lounge, you could see Bob’s profile and he was even more beautiful than you had made him to be in your head. “So, Andie’s mom?” 

He shook his head. “She’s not in the picture.” 

“Sorry to hear that.” 

“I am, too,” he said quietly. “For Andie, not for me. We were never good together. Right now, I’m just trying to be enough. I’m doing everything I can, but I know that one day she’s going to grow up. And I am going to be useless when she comes home asking me to buy her a miniskirt or what dress to wear to prom or how to put her hair in French braids for some costume party.” He smiled at you sadly. “I just know that I won’t be enough.” 

“The fact that you’re already thinking of that tells me you’re more than enough,” you replied. “She’s lucky. And I’m not just saying that.” 

Bob chuckled lightly. His voice was deep and silky. “Do you give all your patient’s parents the VIP treatment?” 

“Nope,” you said, setting down your coffee cup and turning to where he sat in the leather chair next to you. “You’re special.” 

“Oh yeah?” Bob murmured, leaning forward over the arm of his chair, his face dangerously close to yours. “Why is that?” 

“Because–” Just then, your pager beeped. You leaned back and pulled it off your waistband. “It’s Andie’s surgery. She’s in recovery.” 

Bob jumped up, cheeks flushed. “And?” 

You smiled. “No warnings. It must have gone perfectly.” 

“Oh, thank God.” The relief coming from his voice could sooth a thousand wounds. 

You grinned. “I’ll take you down to her room.” 

As you turned to head out toward the hallway, Bob stopped you, his hand on your wrist, fingers circling yours. “Y/N, I–”

“I know,” you said softly, letting his hand slide into your own. “We should go, Andie’s waiting.” 

You understood what people meant when they said their ovaries were going to explode the second you saw Andie and Bob reunite in the post-op room. Her tiny face lit up as she watched Bob walk through the door, her little arms reaching for him instinctively. The way he cradled her head to his chest, patting her back softly, kissing her temple. There was a warmth spilling out into the room, radiating off of the two of them like an aura. You stood in the doorway as the sun crawled over the horizon and watched father and daughter reunite. 

After a while, you stepped up to the bed. “Hi sweetheart, heard you did great in there,” you said softly and Andie beamed. “I’m going to let you and your daddy get some rest, OK? Someone will be back in a bit to check on you.” 

“Bye!” Her small voice was like a thousand little violins. 

Bob turned to you, one hand still touching Andie, making sure she was there. She was safe. “I can’t thank you enough,” he said quietly. “Is this the end of your shift?” 

You checked your watch. It was six thirty. You had been off for thirty minutes. “Yeah, it is.” 

“I, um.” He looked down at Andie, her baby blue eyes tracking him. “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow if we’re still here.” 

You smiled. “You two will be released by then, I’m sure.” 

“Oh.” There was something dejected about the way he said it. You shuffled from foot to foot. “It was nice seeing you again. Bob.” The way his name felt on your tongue. It was fuzzy and soft and you wanted to hold onto it for as long as you could. 

“You too, Y/N,” he said softly. 

You turned, heading for the door, before spinning back around, digging in your pocket, pulling out a tiny stuffed penguin on a keychain. Your niece had given it to you a few months ago for your thirty-first birthday and you had almost forgotten it was still in your pocket from where you had scooped it up earlier after it fell out of your bag onto the locker room floor as you were rushing for a code. “Bob,” you said quietly and he turned, eyes bright. You slipped the toy into his hand quietly so Andie wouldn’t see. He looked down then back up in surprise. You grinned. “You promised her a toy, remember?” 

His fingers lingered over yours before finally you pulled away, the heat of Bob’s stare warming you from your core like lava. “Thank you.” 

You smiled. “Bye again.” 

This time you did leave, your chest tight as you shut the door softly, turning down the hallway, putting as much space between you and Bob Floyd as you could. Because you knew that if you didn’t, you’d embarrass yourself. You’d run back into the room and beg him to take you out. To kiss you. To talk to you with a fraction of the love that he spoke to Andie with. That would be enough. 

It would be more than enough. 

***

It was the end of a long day. You sat down at the nurse’s station with a sigh, kicking your feet up on the desk, closing your eyes. Only a few seconds passed before someone was tapping your shoulder incessantly. 

Your eyes snapped open and you groaned. “What?” 

“You’re going to want to see this,” Kirsten said. She had one hand on her hip, head tipped toward the lobby area. 

“Bloody?” you asked excitedly. 

She shook her head. “You’re nasty. No, it’s better.” 

“If it’s not a bloody accident I don’t want it.” 

Kirsten rolled her eyes. “It’s better so just shut up, put a smile on that face and maybe puff out your boobs a little, you’re looking saggy.” 

“What?” 

She laughed as you stood up, fiddling with your scrub top, frowning as Kirsten pushed you around the corner toward the lobby doors. You stopped dead in your tracks. 

Bob Floyd stood in the atrium of the hospital, still wearing his green flight suit, blond hair perfectly combed back, wire glasses slightly askew. He had a bouquet of pink roses in his hands and a brilliant white smile when he spotted you. 

“Hi.” His voice wobbled a bit as you approached. 

“Hi back,” you said quietly. “I hope those are for me,” you said, gesturing to the flowers, “because you really need to stop showing up with emergencies, Bob Floyd.” 

He laughed, a throaty sound that eclipsed all other laughs in your memory. Now, anytime you ever thought of a laugh it would be like what Bob Floyd sounded like on a random Thursday evening. “Well it is the ER. Besides, how else would I be able to see you?” 

“You'd see me if you ever asked me on a date.” 

Bob flushed. “Well, that’s why I’m here.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

He nodded, thrusting the flowers out to you. “I, um, I wanted to ask you out the first time we met. But that didn’t really turn out like I planned. Practically fainting in front of you wasn’t what I had in mind.” 

You smelled the flowers. They were clean and crisp and you couldn’t remember the last time a man bought you flowers, let alone went out of his way to see you. You stepped closer. “It was kind of charming,” you admitted. 

Bob laughed again, that sweet chuckle that was quickly imprinting itself in your mind. “I’ll take it. So what do you say, will you go on a date with me?” 

“I don’t know, what can beat stale coffee in a doctor’s break room?” 

“What if I cook you dinner?” Bob offered and your eyebrows shot up. “What’s your favorite dish?” 

“Eggplant parmesan,” you said automatically. It tumbled out of your mouth. 

“Done.”

“So you can cook?” 

“No,” he said and you laughed. “But I can Google it.” 

“You’d go to all that trouble just for me?” 

Bob stepped in closer, reaching out one hand, tucking a chunk of hair behind your ear. His touch was warm and it practically electrocuted you with the fervor that started to course through your veins as his skin brushed against yours. Bob let his hand linger on the side of your neck, cupping you gently. “It’s no trouble,” he murmured. “Besides, Andie keeps asking about the pretty nurse who gave her the penguin doll.” 

You grinned. “Did she like it?” 

“She sleeps with it every night. But apparently, Mr. Penguin has requested that you come by the house to read him a bedtime story. So what do you say? Dinner and a book reading?” he asked. 

You locked eyes with Bob, nodding. “Is it weird to say I’m glad you got a hook in your foot and ended up in my ER?” 

Bob chuckled. “Is it weird to say I’d do it again every day if it meant I got to see you?” 

“Honey,” you whispered. “No need to stab your foot again. I’ll be at dinner any night of the week. Just say the word.” 

He held out one hand. You slipped your fingers into his. It was enough. It was more than enough.

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[liesmyth]

do you have any asoiaf fic recs?

DON'T IT. Here's a veeery broad sampler, lmk if you have specific preferences.

ASOIAF

Some faves by @dwellordream

I threw my bouquet and I knocked 'em dead, 4k words

In which Cersei prepares to wed King Stannis Baratheon, first of his name, in the wake of the sudden and tragic death of Robert.)

Only minutes young, 12k

In which Sansa is wed to Tommen, not Tyrion

Her smile, like a wall's crooked crack, 4k

Cregan Stark/f!Aemond One-Eye

Catelyn corner!

I'm really enjoying this Catelyn-centric WIP, where Catelyn is born the daughter of Tywin Lannister. Cat/Ned, WIP, 30k so far: A Lion Still Has Claws.

From the same author: Robert's Rebellion AU, Aerys takes a fancy to a young Catelyn. All We Are, We Are Not, 53k

Also: Winterfell is taken and the Starks go to the Wall for help. Catelyn and Jon reunion AU. Catelyn/Jon. Born of Winter, 21k

Historical Targaryens corner!

love doesn't live here, 270k Viserra Targaryen/Baelon the Brave. One of my all time favourites!

A Game of Hatchlings, 5.7k. Daeron Targaryen and Addam of Hull met entirely by chance. https://archiveofourown.org/works/43677915

From my Jon/Sansa phase

you're in my blood like holy wine, Jon/Sansa Regency AU, 72k

(In general if you like non-canon AUs for this ship, I really recommend this author)

HOTD (WIPs, updayte regularly)

Lady Flowers, Rhaenyra/Alicent A/B/O AU where Otto Hightower brings his bastard daughter to King’s Landing in the hopes that she might become close to the new Heir to the realm.

Estuary, Rhaenyra/Harwin –When Ser Criston Cole is dismissed as Princess Rhaenyra’s sworn shield, Harwin Strong takes his place at the behest of his Lord father. The effects have far reaching consequences.

GOT canon

Humble Pieces, WIP but every chapter can stand alone; an attempt at fixing season 8 through the eyes of various minor characters. I stopped watching years earlier but could follow it very easily and I really love the worldbuilding; if you're familiar with GOT canon even broadly I really do recommend it

[stcverogers]

AUGUST FIC RECS 2!

what i’ve been reading and obsessing with over the second half of august

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series

masterlist

STEVE ROGERS

A: the garden by @wkemeup the garden was a special place just for you and steve

F: mini matchmaker by @avengerofyourheart 𖥻 all justice rogers wants for christmas is for her father to get a special lady friend

F: sexiled by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend 𖥻 when you get sexiled from you dorm and forced to spend the night in the common room, you meet steve

S: backfire by @hansensgirl ari isn't too fond of his friends looking at what's his

F + A: missing you by @youlightmeupfinn chris just wants his wife back

SEBASTIAN STAN + CHARACTERS

F + A: the way we were / the way we are by @pedrito-friskito 𖥻 the avengers phase 3 rewritten with you and bucky

F + A: awake my soul by @foreverindreamlandd 𖥻 in an apocalyptic world where zombies have invaded, you and bucky fight to survive

F + A: in the arms of justice by @avengerofyourheart 𖥻 when you are a witness to a crime, you aid a handsome detective in helping solve it

F + A: to serve an protect by @buckybarnesowl 𖥻 as an ex-cop and now social worker, bucky is determined to stand by the right side of justice

F + A: drowning by @mymoonagedaydream 𖥻 bucky is the only person who knows about your aquaphobia

F: the museum by @subwaysurf45 𖥻 finally moving out from your over-protective parents, you wave through life as a college freshman

F: tiny white matchmaker by @doasyoudesireandlive you help buckey search for alpine

F + S: let's play pretend by @khimili bucky's your fake date to your sister's wedding

MATTHEW 'DAREDEVIL' MURDOCK

S: these are the nights by @foli-vora late nights with matt are the best

S: 8:34PM by @gxtitobxby it doesn't matter what matt says, you are not needy

PIETRO MAXIMOFF

F + A: white lilies by @thedevilwearsvibranium 𖥻 pietro maximoff gets on your nerves and the last thing you want is for him to hover over you 24/7

ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD

F: waiting for someone by @a-reader-and-a-writer rooster and hangman just can't take the hint that you're waiting for someone

F + A: my love, forever by @robertcallsignbobfloyd 𖥻 no matter what happens, you will always be robert's love for life

S: peppermint by @bobbyonboard it's too hot out, way too hot

F: sunscreen by @siempre-bucky you can't possible let bob get sunburnt, can you?

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

F: a first and a second by @seresinhangmanjake how could you say no to jake?

F + A: split by @seresinhangmanjake for the first time in his life, jake seresin is willing to change

A + S: this string by @robertcallsignbobfloyd time doesn't heal wounds but hangman is doing whatever it takes to make it up to you

F + A: my sunshine by @libraryofloveletters you are hangman's sunshine

S: dog tags by @zablife you wear hangman's dog tags and he can't get enough of you

F: woah baby by @sebastianstangirl01 you break exciting news to your big brother and uncle

F: how do you love somebody else by @softspiderling you and jake didn't end things off on the best terms

F + A: firefly by @sinsofwriting you move to top gun with jake

A: whiskey glasses by @thesewordsareallihavetogive jake's in the doghouse

F + A: the only thing by @justfandomwritings 𖥻 it is so clear to everybody, even the two of you, that you and jake are undeniably in love. why then are you here in texas while jake is hundreds of miles away?

F: thumbs up by @lorecraft jake loses his composure whenever you're around

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

F: the boyfriend experience by @notroosterbradshaw 𖥻 rooster is your fake date to a wedding you are reluctant to attend

F + A: "hey, it's bradley" by @domesticcaboose bradley leaves you a voicemail after you not speaking to each other in years

F + A: take a chance on me by @goldustwomun almost two decades ago, you took a chance on bradley. now, will he you?

F + A: and even when we’re wrong in every way, we come out the other side okay by @gretagerwigsmuse 𖥻 you don't like the navy. rooster is in the navy. it would never work out between the two of you, right?

F + A: visiting hours by @suck4angststory rooster pays you a visit

F + A: gravedigger's daughter by @honeypiehotchner 𖥻 winning at darts and free beers, that was all hangman was to you.

MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA

F: the moments in time that led me to you by @callsign-squints the birth of baby garcia

[natashatraceromanoff]

Top Gun Fic Recs Masterlist

☾ 18+ contains smut

Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

take me by the heart, take me by the hand by @rae-gar-targaryen

☾ swallow you like sunshine when i smile by @rae-gar-targaryen

false god by @fanboygarcia

☾ i hope i’m in your dreams [ the way you’re in all of mine ] by @fidogo

falcon? by @writercole

☾ dog tags by @glodessa

call sign: fanboy (part 1) by @buckyr00s

call sign: babyboy (part 2) by @buckyr00s

☾ fanboy + breeding kink by @nobody7102

☾ fanboy + speaking spanish by @nobody7102

☾ fanboy growing out his hair by @siempre-bucky

boyfriend! fanboy by @lieutenantfloyd

fanboy + pregnant reader by @callsign-cree

Robert “Bob” Floyd

the six times you met bob floyd in school and the one time you didn’t by @lt-natrace

of gym buddies and overlapping schedules (part 1) by @priceof-freedom

☾ in khaki and nothing more (part 2) by @priceof-freedom

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

his f-18, his bronco, his favorite sports teams and you by @starlightval

bonk! by @bobluvbot

goodbye by @topguncortez

the proposal by @theloveoftoms

the boyfriend experience (part 1) by @notroosterbradshaw

the boyfriend experience (part 2) by @notroosterbradshaw

running (tw: abuse) by @lcahwriter

☾ trouble in paradise by @sunlightmurdock

baby let’s play house by @seasonsbloom

☾ and even when we’re wrong in every way, we come out the other side okay by @gretagerwigsmuse

voice by @natashatrace

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

try losing one by @topgun-imagines

you left me no choice but to stay here forever (right where you left me) by @sunderlust

☾ winner, winner by @sunnysidevans

drunken words, sober thoughts by @seresinhangmanjake

earth angel by @simpforrooster

how do you love somebody else? by @softspiderling

a girl worth fighting for by @fightertown-usa

☾ i’ve been holding out for so long by @steadfastconviction

☾ flirting for dummies by @hederasgarden

painted us golden by @fanboygarcia

Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

secretly married by @softspiderling

Javy “Coyote” Machado

☾ chew on my heart by @bradleyfuckingbradshaw

married to coyote by @fanboygarcia

dating coyote by @constillatedchaos

Dagger Squad

sidelines (rooster, hangman) by @halfway-happyyy

all the right moves by (phoenix, bob) @hederasgarden

☾ i think i might love you (rooster, hangman) by @stranger-nightmare

☾ friendly competition (rooster, hangman) by @hederasgarden

roommate! dagger squad + confessing their feelings for you (rooster, hangman, fanboy) by @siempre-bucky

roommate! dagger squad + confessing their feelings for you (bob, payback, coyote) by @siempre-bucky

call sign headcanons by @mrsjavymachado

[michael-loves-chickens]

Top Gun Fic Rec Masterlist

Masterlists

F&F Universe @clints-lucky-arrow

Masterlist @shouldershimmycity

Masterlist @youlightmeupfinn

Masterlist @callsign-phoenix

Masterlist @phantomtgm

Masterlist @topguncortez

Masterlist @roosterforme

Masterlist @pmitchell

Dagger Squad

Valentine’s Day @auroradawnwrites

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

you found me @augustinescruelsummer

thumbs up @lorecraft

secret sweetheart @theundercoversquid

Girl!dad Jake @kryptonitejelly

I.R.I.S @ohtobeleah

Mine, Yours, Ours @roosterscock

Blurb @ddejavvu

Signed Away @seresinhangmanjake

Absolute filth @roosterbruiser

Contract Spouse @discount-shades

Little Wonder @hangmans-wingman

Dad's Best Friend @sugarcoated-lame

Robert “Bob” Floyd

The Captain’s Daughter @coco-loco-nut (all parts are linked)

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Show Me The Way Home, Honey @warnersister

Batting Practice

The Younger Kind

I Would Never Hurt You by roosterforme

Nick “Goose” Bradshaw

Gold Rush @duchesstypewriter

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Persuasion At Its…Finest? @crazyk-imagine

Let Me Prove It @bobby-r2d2-floyd

Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Nav @ohtobeleah

I Can’t Believe I Was Nervous

Javy "Coyote" Machado

your love is the love i need @theharddeck

Jake x OC x Bradley

Angel by the Wings @makethatelevenrings

Jake x OC x Javy

a little bit of fun @sushiwriterhere

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Drive In @thewhiskersonkittens

[princessmisery666]

PM666Reads - Fic Recs - December 2022

This is my 4th attempt at posting this!! Sorry for the delay!!

Summary and warning’s as per written by the author (if available).

To the authors - thank you for putting in the work 💕no one gets enough recognition so thank you for taking the time to write and being brave enough to share it with us 💟

📖Steve Rogers

Steve's Greetings - Steve Rogers - @girl-next-door-writes

Driving Home for Christmas - @cockslutpadalecki - You’ve been avoiding spending any special occasion with your father ever since Steve became part of the family, but after many years of excuses, you find yourself back at home, and very much the subject of Steve’s affections.Warnings: stepcest, step-sibling relationship, explicit sexual content, female masturbation, hate masturbation :), semi-public sexual acts, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

Chef's Kiss - @cockslutpadalecki - Warnings: non-con/dub-con, mean!Steve, explicit sexual content, non-con sexual contact, makeshift gag, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

📖Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

The Nap Date - @writercole - You and Mickey have been missing each other for a week and arrange to have a special kind of inside date. Warnings: Fluff. Innuendo. Fluff.

It's A Date - @writercole - After the doppelganger debate, the squad goes out to The Hard Deck. Warnings: Fluff. That’s about it. Oh, and Penny is the best.

📖Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Bob x reader in the base library - @lorecraft

Decorating Cookies - @wildbornsiren - You and Bob spend an afternoon decorating cookies. Warnings: Use of terms of endearment. Fluff. 

Spit Roasting - @wildbornsiren - Hangman and Bob have a proposition. Warnings: Threesome, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving) oral sex (female receiving), swallowing, creampie. 

📖Rhett Abbott

Ice Skating - @rhettabbotts

📖Dean Winchester

On The Outside - @justagirlinafandomworld - To get Dean to say yes to Michael, they sent him to the Endverse. And when that didn’t work, they turned to you. Warnings: Time travel, time jumps, ANGST. Language. Endverse!Dean.

Mess - @justagirlinafandomworld - You learn the side effects of sex pollen first hand. Bucky doesn’t know what to do. But Dean does. Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Language.Sex pollen. Oral Sex (Female Receiving). First time writing for: Established polyamory & DD/LG relationship.

Thoughts Of Her - @kittenofdoomage -  Dean Winchester fantasizing about reader. Warnings: daydreaming, pillow humping, accidental voyeurism

The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas - @deanwinchesterswitch - Dean’s holiday spirit is nowhere to be found. Fed up with his Grinch-like behavior, Nicole is determined to open his heart again to the wonders of the world around them and help him find joy in the Christmas season. Warnings: FLUFF, a tiny bit of angst, implied smut, slight canon divergence

Auto Correct - @justagirlinafandomworld - You’re in a debate with Dean over text message. And auto correct happens. Warnings: Second hand embarrassment maybe. Otherwise, none.

If We Make It Through December - @minefield-of-a-ninja - Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday. Warnings/tags: explicit (eventually), fluff (? Idk), angst (? light), domestic (can’t get much more domestic)

Snow Globe - @waywardnerd67 - Headed back from a hunt, Dean pulls over when it starts snowing. Warnings: Fluff

Breaking - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - Y/N and Dean play some pool; who's the winner? Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. Very little plot to the porn here. Rough, intense sex, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving) dirty talk, it's all Yvette's fault.

📖Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

The Best Benefits - @writercole - Jake found her. Now what’s he going to do? Warnings: Physical assault, confession of feelings, lying

All For You - @cockslutpadalecki - You’ll never be able to tell Jake just how broken you truly are without him. Just how much you still love him. And the constant cycle of pushing him away before begging for his touch at 2am will never end until you can. Warnings: heavy angst, smangst, lots of sexual tension, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

Gather 'Round - @t-nd-rfoot - Jake is a fire man! Oh no, sorry, not that kind of fireman…

📖Sam Winchester

Cleaning House - @kittenofdoomage - waiting for the bunker’s washing machine to be done. Warnings: smut, fluff

Tattered series - @stusbunker - Warnings, etc: True mates, still in varying first person POVs, Bobby’s not putting up with their bullshit, angst, heat sex, multiple claims means the boys need to learn to share. Bodily fluids, anal play, anal sex, vaginal sex, knotting, fucking someone while your brother’s fucking them, so both awkward and maybe a little competitive? This is my first brother threeway, you’re welcome.

📖Jensen Ackles

Surrender - @b3autyfuldisast3r - Reader is a PA on the set of Big Sky and falls in love with Jensen - who is married. Will she give in to her feelings and destroy a relationship or hide them and risk destroying herself? Warnings: 🔞, Angst, SMUT, Language, Kissing, Hair pulling, Choking, Fingering, Oral (F receiving), Degradation, Unprotected sex (slap a rubber on that shit), Cream pie. DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDER 18. This was LONG, whew!

Sweetness - @katymacsupernatural - Readers love of candy canes drives Jensen to distraction

[babblydrabbly]

I'm by no means organized enough for something like this, but I thought I'd give it a shot. 2021 has been a lot for me, like I know it's been for a lot of you. I started this blog a few years ago and left it untouched because I didn't think my stories were interesting enough to post. Fast forward to August of this year, when I found some truly amazing pieces of fiction and a community of writers that post such amazing fuckin' shit it's crazy. I spent so much time lurking in fandom, and it wasn't until now that all these beautiful works encouraged me to start posting too. Now there's more than 600 of you putting up with the shit that I write? Preposterous. So here's to all the writers/readers/friends who've kept me sane, and a dollop of fics that have brought me oodles of joy. This list isn't everything I've read this year, but it's a lot of rad fics I recommend anybody read if you haven't already. ILY ♥ My Rec Tag || * = Indicates darkfic/dubcon warning

DCEU/Suicide Squad

♦ Rick Flag ♦ ♦ Jealousy by @fearthespork || rick flag x f!reader ♦ "Friends? I don't think so..." by @cockslut-padalecki || rick flag x reader ♦ Venus Fly Trap by @hxbbit || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Distant Heartbeat by @sweetfictionalworld || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Sleepy I Love You by @lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Please by lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader* ♦ Panties by lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Love Me Now by @greymoonfeelings || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Just Be by @softmamawrites || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Lurk by @spidershmider || rick flag x f!reader* ♦ Break the Ice by @a-reader-and-a-writer || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Disciplinary Action by @foli-vora || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Sex Pollen by @charnelhouse || rick flag x f!reader* ♦ Cafe Desires by @fairchildflag || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Facade by fairchildflag || rick flag x f!freader ♦ Kinktober Day 28 by @lacontroller1991 || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Thawing of a Heart by @mistycreativelilacs || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Lonely This Christmas? by @loverhymeswith || rick flag x f!freader ♦ Happy New Year by loverhymeswith || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Pledge Allegiance by @klmurr || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Pity Me, I need You by @ohcaptains || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Fire and Ice by @blackbat05 || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Made to Heal Series by @priceof-freedom || rick flag x f!reader ♦ A Sharp Reprimand by @clints-lucky-arrow || rick flag x f!reader ♦ C.M. Ceasefire by clints-lucky-arrow || rick flag x f!reader ♦ It's Something Along the Way by @velocibeewords || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Embrace What I Cannot Control by @lady-of-glass-and-bone || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Ten Out of Ten by fearthespork || Special shout out for this fic, for inspiring me to write rick flag fanfiction in the first place. All of their Rick fics are amazing ♥♥♥ ♦ Digger Harkness ♦ ♦ Dreamin' by @floral-and-fine || digger harkness x f!reader ♦ Robert DuBois ♦ ♦ Kinktober Day 5 by lacontroller1991 || robert dubois x f!reader ♦ Reckless by blackbat05 || robert dubois x f!reader ♦ A Good Show by clints-lucky-arrow || robert dubois x f!reader ♦ Harley Quinn ♦ ♦ Imagine Harley and you doing couple costumes for Halloween by @sserpente || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ One day I just wanna hear you say, "I like you" by @rabesbabe || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ Don't Mind by @thewitchandtheassassin || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ She's One of a Kind by @harleen-isleyy || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ Crazy In Love by @forever-more-never-again || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ Poly!Squad ♦ ♦ Bionic Exile Series by lacontroller1991 & @yelenas-lova || rick flag x f!reader x takeshi kovacs (altered carbon) ♦ Kitty by lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader x robert dubois ♦ More Sharing by lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader x bucky barnes (mcu) ♦ Poison Ivy x f!reader x Harley Quinn by @babyjordy ♦ A Work of Art Series by lorecraft || suicide squad x f!reader* ♦ Kinktober Day 8 by lacontroller1991 || rick flag x f!reader x digger harkness ♦ Within and Without by @rosemaremembrance || rick flag x f!reader x harley quinn ♦ Rick Flag x F!Reader x Harley by charnelhouse

The Killing (Stephen Holder)

♦ Enough series by loverhymeswith || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Addiction by @belovasupremacy || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Girlfriend by belovasupremacy || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Nasty Habits by klmurr || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Blue Pill by greymoonfeelings || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Someone Always Gets Hurt by a-reader-and-a-writer || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Can't Stay Mad At You by @heresathreebee || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Caught In Between by @yespolkadotkitty || stephen holder x f!reader x erik heller (hanna)

Marvel/MCU

♦ Along Came a Spider by a-reader-and-a-writer || peter parker x f!reader ♦ I Want to Kill You Like They Do in the Movies by @boop-le-snoot || dr. octavis x f!reader ♦ Hot Cocoa Kissing by clints-lucky-arrow || clint barton x f!reader ♦ "It's the day of Anne's wedding" by charnelhouse || eddie brock x f!reader x Venom ♦ Need by @yourbucky084 || matt murdock x f!reader*

The Mandolorian

♦ Take a Bath by @green-socks || din djarin x f!reader ♦ Face Sitting with Din Djarin by @autumnleaves1991 || din djarin x f!reader ♦ Do As I Say by @arahxdjarin || din djarin x f!reader x cobb vanth ♦ This is the Tea by yespolkadotkitty || din djarin x f!reader* ♦ A World that We Design Series by lorecraft || cobb vanth x f!reader x original male character

And lastly, just a Happy New Year shout out to all the people who I see on my dash or on my posts, or who just brighten my day around here. Hello friends, ILY ♥

@reysorigins || @nerdysuperchick || @nikixie || @marvelousmermaid || @knivesareout || @deadangeluniverse || @dangelus || @femalefilmaker || @riddikulus-obsessions || @t-i-n-y-d-i-n-o || @weallhaveadestiny || beardburnsupersoldiers || aestheticallywinchester || princessmisery666 || lawfulgranola || rrtxmct || rexorangecouny || a-girl-who-loves-disney || billhaderginsberg || spookyssidepiece || natashawhinterar || laprvphette || girlnred ||

[wildbornsiren]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to your favorite writers. Let’s spread the self-love! :)

Oh Jess. Thank you for this. 1. Magnetism Robert "Bob" Floyd/F!Reader. Exs to lovers. (yes it's not finished, but it's okay I love it.) 2. Friday Night Pickup  Jake "Hangman" Seresin/F!Reader. You catch Hangman's attention at the Hard Deck. 3. The Deconstruction of Hangman Part One Robert "Bob" Floyd/Jake "Hangman" Seresin. Bob sees through the act Hangman puts on. 4. The one that got away Drabble with Beau "Cyclone" Simpson/F!Reader. Cyclone reflects on the one that got away (angst) 5. Neighborly  Rhett Abbott/F!Reader. Rhett decides to be a bit more neighborly. xo Shells.

[green-socks]

I posted 3,142 times in 2022

That's 260 more posts than 2021!

197 posts created (6%)

2,945 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lorecraft

@outercrasis

@writeforfandoms

@wyn-n-tonic

@a-reader-and-a-writer

I tagged 2,569 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#fic rec - 999 posts

#fanart - 211 posts

#comment reblog - 205 posts

#&lt;3 - 135 posts

#sock drawer - 116 posts

#thank you! - 80 posts

#jake hangman seresin x reader - 79 posts

#robert bob floyd x reader - 70 posts

#top gun brainrot - 68 posts

#!! - 68 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#this might be weird but everytime we talk you make me feel like i have something worthwhile to contribute in the conversation lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Restraint

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!reader

Summary: Ah, the good ole plot summary for a smut fic without any plot.. Jake wants to push your buttons, but you show him that you can handle him and then some.

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: SMUT, !!adults only!! and I wont tell you twice!; subby Jake, belt as a restraint, some spanking, calling Jake a dirty boy, oral (f), pegging, pwp

Notes: The smut demon took over and this happened. Thank you to @callsign-phoenix and @skvatnavle for reading this through for me!! <3 First time writing Jake and this wasn't how it was supposed to happen but then again maybe it was.

MASTERLIST

”Hangman, give Bob back his cue stick,” you demand.

You know he doesn’t mean anything by it, just likes to tease Bob, maybe to see if he could get a reaction out of the WSO one of these days, who knows. You’re not trying to figure out how Hangman’s weirdly emotionally stunted brain works, you’re just sick of him not letting Bob finish a game. Especially when Bob is playing with you.

“But babe, I wanna play with you now,” Hangman mock-pouts.

“I’ll play with you if I beat Bob. You know the rules. And that can’t happen if you won’t let Bob play. Now give the stick back and wait for your turn like a big boy.”

“Or what, you’ll punish me?” Hangman snorts, clearly not taking you very seriously.

“If I have to,” you shrug.

Hangman narrows his eyes, trying to suss out if you’re being serious or not. Apparently, he settles for a compromise: still holding eye contact with you, he bends low on the table and bags the eight ball with a wink before thrusting the cue stick back at Bob, saying, “Have at it, Bobby,” and walking away.

You grit your teeth and glare daggers at his glorious, broad, retreating back. He really likes to push your buttons, that man.

There’s an obvious current of sexual tension between the two of you, has been for the past two weeks, and it annoys you how much you wanted him. He seems to feel the same way about you. Or maybe he just really liked teasing you. Whatever the case, you swear you won’t be the first one to crack. He’d have to come to you.

-

In the end, you’re not quite sure your resolve held the way you had planned.

Somehow the intense and nearly angry flirting had escalated from the moment with the cue stick into such obscene proportions that you were kindly asked to take it outside, preferably “to a room”.

So back to your room you had stormed, closing the door with a bang, only to have Hangman knocking on it not a minute later. Technically, he did come to you first, but you were the one who pulled him in and told him to kiss you, so all in all you’d have to call it even.

His tongue is in your mouth and you’re already moaning, trying to rip off his shirt, when he murmurs, “Yeah, you want it bad baby?”

And that cocky question reminds you of earlier. About what he said.

“Yea, I do want it. I want to give you that punishment we talked about. Isn’t that why you came here?” you ask, playing innocent while definitely not innocent.

Hangman stops and raises his eyebrows. “You’re being serious?” When your expression doesn’t waver, he grins that stupid broad grin of his. “Alright, let’s see what you got. I’m in. Do your worst, honey.”

“Oh, Jake, you couldn’t handle my worst,” you grin back devilishly.

In truth you have no plan on how to proceed in the slightest and are actually hoping for some sort of divine inspiration to hit you before you embarrass yourself.

“Oh yeah? You gonna spank me or something?” Jake asks, still grinning as if this was amusing to him, and pulls off his shirt before going for his belt.

Ah, the divine inspiration. There it is.

“Oh, I might,” you say lightly, while reaching for his discarded belt. “But at first, I’ll make sure you won’t be misbehaving during it.”

Hangman looks confused, and you can’t help the smile on your face as you instruct him to lie down on the bed with his feet on the ground and face down on the mattress. To his credit, he goes willingly, still not shedding his cocky attitude, which you use to your advantage. Before Jake has even fully realized it, you have grabbed his hands and brought them behind his back, tying them together using the belt, creating a nice restraint.

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212 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#4

Don't Turn Away

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x gn!reader

Summary: Bob had felt more or less invisible all his life. When that became a reality, he didn't feel like much had changed. But you still saw him.

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: Bob has a very sad backstory for the purposes of this fic. He's basically some sort of ghost but also not, like he sort of died but also didn't?? Made it up as I went. It's cute tho I promise.

Notes: This was one of those where an idea hit and four hours later I had a fic ready. I quite liked writing this! Thank you to @wyn-n-tonic for the plotting help and to @a-reader-and-a-writer for the incredibly quick and helpful beta and also for just existing. <3

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Working at The Hard Deck you saw all sorts of people every day. Mostly Navy personnel, sure, but there was variety in that group also. They certainly provided a variety of entertainment. You had been working at the bar even before Penny bought it, but she had let you stay on, and to be honest, you preferred her as an employer, so it all worked out for you. She often left you in charge since you had the most experience out of the younger staff. As it was, you were well used to handling the rush hours, the late nights, the drunk customers, and the surprisingly weird shenanigans they could get up to. You always thought you’d seen everything, and every time they proved you wrong.

Lately, however, you had begun to suspect that the late nights were getting to you after all. Or maybe you were somehow in a permanently drunken state being around all that beer all the time. Whatever it was, you were… Well, you were sort of getting the feeling that one of your customers was.. invisible?

It started with small, almost unnoticeable things happening here and there. One time you were carrying empty glasses back to the kitchens and nearly dropped them trying to avoid a customer running into you, but the pile of glassware somehow stayed upright even though there was no one else near to help you. A few times you came to the opening shift and could’ve sworn the place was somehow cleaner than when you had closed off the night before, as if there was some magical barmaid fairy polishing after you. (You weren’t sure if you should have felt guilty about not doing your own work well enough or offended that someone seemed to think there was room for improvement). Then there was the fact that you kept seeing payments for snacks you were pretty sure you hadn’t sold. It was messing with your head – and the bookkeeping!

Not that you’d ever say something like that out loud to anyone. Those who wouldn’t believe you would think you’re being silly at best, and then those who might believe you would just freak out. You weren’t even totally certain if you believed in that stuff yourself, but you had a childhood friend who you knew not only believed in it but had spent her whole life studying all paranormal things. She would have believed you, but you weren’t really ready to call her yet either.

However, all of these little things kept piling up over the course of several months, and at some point, you were forced to admit you truly weren’t hallucinating. So then you started really looking.

-

It was (obviously) easier said than done, trying to catch an invisible being, but you thought you noticed when they were around a lot, and then times when they were completely absent for days, or even weeks. Those were the times you’d start thinking you had imagined it all, but then the signs would show up again, and you felt a sort of sense of relief. It was real, and it was something you had learned to expect now. It would be odd if it stopped completely. Besides, whoever or whatever this being was, they were very polite and helpful. You weren’t planning on getting rid of your friendly bar fairy.

It took several weeks, but eventually you were able to catch the being in action. You had closed the bar as usual and gotten to your car when you realized you were still wearing your work shoes and had left your usual shoes behind. Knowing you’d need your normal shoes tomorrow morning, you went back to switch them.  

A pool cue that was floating in mid-air clattered to the floor when you stepped back inside. Someone else might have chalked it up to the cue just dropping from where it had been left, but you knew what it was. Who it was.

“You’re here!” you gasped quietly. You didn’t move, but your body was buzzing and your senses felt alert. “Who are you? Why have you been helping us?”

There was no answer. You felt a little disappointed, but at the same time you hadn’t truly expected an answer.

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful,” you went on, aiming for a soothing tone. “I appreciate it a lot. All you’ve done, being helpful. It must have been you who left that tip for me last night when that one guy forgot, right?”

Still no answer.

“I just came to switch my shoes. Left with the wrong ones on again. You can continue whatever you are here to do. I’ll leave you to it in just a moment.”

It felt weird aiming your smile at thin air, but you tried. No harm in trying, right?

You were like 99% confident the being wouldn’t harm you in any way, but your body still tingled with adrenaline and the feeling of the eyes you were sure were on your back as you snuck into the staff room. When you returned, the cue stick had been returned to its place on the rack, which to you seemed like your bar fairy had confirmed their existence without words.

“Good night, friend. Maybe I’ll see you again tomorrow,” you said softly as you left.

Heart still pounding, you belatedly wondered if it had been offensive to say “see you” to someone you couldn’t see. Oh, well.

-

A few days later when you were on closing shift again, you dawdled on purpose, making sure you were the last one there and working much slower than usual, hoping they would be here again. You felt certain they had been at the bar at least earlier in the evening, because there was again a bag of peanuts gone, but the usual extra payment was there as well. You had no idea if invisible creatures could even eat but you’d place your bets on yes, because this one seemed to enjoy salty snacks.

“Are you here again? I’d like to talk to you if you are.”

No answer. Maybe they were just really shy? You kept talking.

“You know, at first I wondered if you were here to tell me to do my job better, since you always leave this place in neater shape than I do,” you chuckled.

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242 notes - Posted September 16, 2022

#3

Simple Comforts

Pairing: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x F!reader

Summary: You're on your period and feel crummy, but your husband takes care of you.

Words: 900

Warnings: Reader is on her period. We call Cyclone Daddy in this scenario. If that makes you feel weird, don't read! No hard feelings!

Notes: I have felt so shitty all week and my period only makes it worse, so I wanted some comfort, and I think Cyclone's chest would be a great place to get that. I have no idea if this short thing is worth anything to anyone else but this is what I needed rn! (Also in my head this ties into a larger story I'm working on and that's what the hint of backstory is about but more on that later)

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“Hey honey! Have you started on dinner yet? Because I was thinking–“ your husband stops abruptly when he sees you lying on the couch looking miserable.

Beau worked long days most of the time, which meant that even working overtime you had still beat him home, though not by much. You’d just collapsed on the couch fifteen minutes ago and not moved since. You hope he won’t mind that you’ll be pretty much useless for the rest of the day.

Beau comes to sit next to you on the couch, brow furrowed in concern. “Is everything alright?”

All of it hits you at once, and tears start welling up in your eyes, now that you’re finally free to let them. You take a while to answer, not really knowing how to put into words how you’re feeling. But there’s really only one thing you need right now.

"Daddy."

It's only a whimpered little plea as you reach for him, but Beau immediately understands. You need him to take care of you tonight, to provide comfort and make sure you’re not neglecting yourself in any way. He jumps into action, pulling you tight against his broad chest. "It's okay, I got you; Daddy's got you," he murmurs soothingly. "Will you tell me what's wrong, sweet girl?"

“Nothing really happened. I just feel awful. My period started, and I had so much to do today but I couldn't get any of it done; I was so tired and feeling really lousy all day. My body and my brain feel like they’re lagging, and I hate it,” you unload, sniffling. “I just– I don’t know, hated everything about myself today. Everything felt wrong and bad.”

“I miss having your couch to rest on when it gets like this,” you continue, voice muffled by his shirt.

“I know, baby girl. I wish I could still give you that.”

Back when you’d been working at the base a couple of years ago, he’d offered you the couch in his private office after he’d noticed how bad your cramps got, and told you to rest there whenever you needed a moment. That was before you two even got involved, and you had appreciated the gesture so much you’d wanted to cry. And then after you did get involved, you would go and lie there in his office for a moment while he gently petted your hair, and you’d feel so much better. You miss having that.

“Have you eaten today?”

“Not much. Felt like throwing up all day,” you grumble.

“Should I get the bucket?”

“I probably won’t, it’s fine.”

Beau is still holding you half in his lap, but he guides your head to look up to him so he can see your eyes. “How about you take a shower? That usually makes you feel better. I’ll get your hot water bottle and some painkillers, okay?”

You just whine in response. You know you’re being a little silly, but everything sounds like too much work right now.

“I know, princess, but you’ll feel better. Then you won’t have to lift a finger for the rest of the day, okay?”

“Okay.”

Beau helps you to walk to the bedroom and helps you out of your clothes, undressing you gently but efficiently. Once he’s seen you settled in the shower, he leaves your side only for a few minutes to fetch the hot water bottle shaped like a teddy bear and the painkillers.

He was right of course; the shower does make you feel significantly less crummy. The hot water soothes your aching body and takes away the gross feeling you inherently get when it’s warm and you have your period.

Once you decide you’ve stood there long enough, Beau is back to help you towel off.

“Can we cuddle now?” you ask, pouting just a little after taking your medicine.

“Of course, c’mere.” He settles on the bed, having somehow had time to change out of the khaki uniform into some pajama pants and a t-shirt. “But you still have to eat tonight too, so I’m making you dinner before you fall asleep on me completely, alright? You know you get sleepy, but you gotta eat, baby girl.”

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242 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

#2

Dubious Times at the El Royale

Pairing: Miles Miller x F!reader

Summary: You have a major crush on your colleague Miles. One evening after a long shift Miles takes some new drug, and ends up thinking he's just having very vivid fantasies, when in reality you really are naked under him, even though you thought you knew better.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: Please read these! This is over 18 only!! Unprotected PiV (we know better!), !!dubious consent due to Miles' drug use!!, an unknown/unspecified drug, loss of virginity, coming inside without permission. Reader has a lot of guilt over having sex before marriage because she was raised like that and the movie was set in the 60s and not like 2019, so. If these things make you uncomfortable, don't read, thanks! (All ends well tho so it's alright)

Notes: I have never written anything like this before, but something about Miles' face all bloody and pretty made me want to go a touch darker than usual? I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm experimenting. Fortunately, I can thank @hederasgarden and @lorecraft for being absolutely amazing betas and helping me make sense of all this. Love you! Special shoutout to @hederasgarden for listening me talk about this a lot and not hating me for it <;3 Also I'm sorry about the silly title lmaoo

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You liked Miles Miller. Well, more than liked. Head over heels was probably a better way to describe it. He was so sweet and considerate, always so polite to you and everyone, and not to mention handsome. You often found yourself gazing at him from across the hotel lobby, completely lost in a daydream, until something jolted you out of it and you remembered where you were.

But Miles wasn’t all bright eyes and soft smiles. One time you had accidentally discovered his secret, the addiction he was trying to hide from everyone, and while you had been shocked, you also understood. You had heard how many veterans turned to drugs to deal with everything they had experienced in the war. You didn’t know if you could rightly judge him for that, since you couldn’t even imagine the horrors he must have seen.

Of course, you worried for him a bit, but didn’t want to seem overbearing. It wasn’t your place. You just tried to make sure you were always kind to him in return and helped around as much as you could. You wanted to make his life a little bit easier, make him smile more often.

You weren’t sure if he returned your feelings, though that didn’t stop you from dreaming about it. And sometimes you did feel like he maybe liked you back, but then again it was a little hard to tell for certain since he got easily flustered with most people anyway. Which you found totally adorable.

-

It had been a really long day. You were tidying up the very last of the rooms, but you were stumped. The previous resident had rearranged the room to their liking, apparently, and you were trying to move all the furniture back into their right places.

Thing was, you were only one person, and the furniture was pretty heavy. You would need help to be able to move them all. Everyone else had already gone home, it was just you and Miles, so you left to go get him. Surely the two of you could handle the furniture easily. Plus, you were thrilled at the possibility of spending more time alone with Miles.

Miles wasn’t at the front desk, so you went to check the storage room where he often went. And sure enough, there he was sitting on the floor.

It was clear from his face that he had taken something already. Probably not a lot, but some. He still looked fit to help you work though, so you asked him to come with you.

Miles even removed his jacket to lift and move the pieces of furniture, and you tried not to openly gawk while his surprisingly strong arms lifted the chairs you were unable to. It was making you feel quite tingly. The bed you moved together since it was so big, and afterwards, when the last piece was in its right place and you had changed the sheets, you collapsed on the bed. Just to rest your legs for a little while.

Miles sat down next to you, and when you turned to look at him, he was watching you with a strange expression on his face. You couldn’t really tell what he was thinking at all.

“What?” you chuckled.

“Uhm..” He pulled what looked like a cigarette out of his pocket. “A guest gave this to me earlier. I was thinkin’ of smoking it tonight.”

“Oh. Well, you can go ahead,” you shrugged, not really knowing if it was a good idea or bad to stay with him here, but you figured you could still talk while he smoked.

“He said it was somethin’ new, but that I would be sure to enjoy it,” he explained while lighting it.

“Are you sure that’s safe?” you asked carefully.

“Yeah- yeah he’s gotten me stuff before,” Miles said, giving a rueful smile. “And it can’t be worse than what I usually do.”

His voice was laced with guilt, and you felt bad for him. He clearly carried a lot inside him.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Though you didn’t know what exactly was okay, you still put a hand on his arm to show him you meant to comfort.

“You’re too good to me, you know,” Miles mumbled.

“Nonsense, Miles! Besides, you’re always so kind to me, too. I like you for it,” you finished shyly.

“You’re like an angel on earth,” he said wistfully, as if he didn’t notice he said it out loud.

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308 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bear With Me

Pairing: Pero Tovar x F!reader

Summary: Pero was cursed when he was young, and now he lives cut off from everyone and everything. You enter his life unexpectedly - will he let you stay?

Words: 9.3k (I slipped)

Warnings: very AU, Pero turns into a literal bear. But nothing major really. Kinda sorta implied possibility of domestic violence? But nothing is ever explicitly said and nothing happens to anyone.

Notes: Oh man, I've been at this for weeks and now I'm ready to not look at it anymore. All born because one morning I saw a picture of a bear and thought "hey, looks kinda cuddly" and now we're here. Also inspired by Beorn from The Hobbit a bit. The title is my plea to you all lmao. I'm immensely grateful for @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange who is the loveliest and offered her knowledge of Spanish to help my duolingo-skipping ass. lly bby <3.

Tagged the usuals plus those who asked/seemed interested.

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You are lost. Terribly lost, and alone, stumbling through the woods, your only focus on putting one foot in front of the other and getting as far away as you can from what you left behind. Branches have cut into your face and hands, and they sting in the cold night air.

If you’re being honest, you hadn’t really planned this desperate escape very well at all, just seized the opportunity to run as soon as it came. You hadn’t packed clothes, just grabbed your traveling cloak and a little food for the journey. You have some coins, but a fat lot of good those would do if you lost yourself in the middle of nowhere with no inns or markets for miles. And there would be search parties, you knew that. This was all very unfitting and improper for a lady, and truthfully, that was the spiteful spark that kept you going.

That, and the thought of that horrible, vile, disgusting man your family was forcing you to marry. It would have been a good, beneficial match for both families, but you refused to throw your life away and sacrifice your happiness even for such a cause. Besides, you had always dreamed that getting a husband would be your ticket to something better, never really feeling loved or appreciated in your own home. Marrying some old idiot who treats other humans like garbage is not the way. You know the man is violent and cruel, and you do not want a part in that life.

So, you ran away and kept on running, and got lost, and now you're so very tired and cold and thirsty and scared. For some reason, you had thought it would be safer to walk in the woods rather than on the road at night, and in a way, you were right, because you have not seen another living creature bigger than a squirrel for hours. The problem is that in the darkness you had lost your way and were no longer at all sure of the direction nor the goal of your journey. In the darkness everything seems to be moving and staying still at the same time, creeping you out more and more the deeper you go. You think – hope – you were hallucinating when you saw a giant something moving beyond the trees some time ago.

Eventually, you don’t have any more strength to go on and you have no choice but to stop and rest for a while. Your last thought is that you would probably die and get eaten by a bear as you curl into a ball on the forest floor and pass out, the exhaustion overtaking you.

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Pero wakes up that following morning not long after daybreak, which is much earlier than he should like, to a very insistent goose honking at him and biting his ankles to wake him up. He opens his eyes just so he can glare at the goose.

“Qué quieres?” he grunts. “You know better than to come wake me this early.”

The goose doesn’t quit honking, and behind the noisy bird there’s also his trusted ewe.

Okay, they must really have something important to say if they both came to wake him up.

“What is it? Is someone hurt?”

The answer is clearly an affirmative, so he quickly moves to get up.

“Lead the way then.”

He is surprised, though, when his companions lead him farther into the forest, beyond his immediate garden, beyond all the stables and little lodgings for all his friends.

There are birds twittering around a lump lying on the ground, which Pero immediately recognizes as a human, not an animal. He had been aware of someone walking in the forest last night, but he had taken off in the other direction as stealthily as he could to not endanger the person and to protect himself from being seen as well.

He doesn’t know how long it has been since he has last been in contact with another human, but he’s sure it’s been several long years. He would rather keep all potential visitors far, far away from his cabin, but he can’t very well leave an innocent woman to die on his land. He would try to help her, as he helped all the creatures he found as best he could, though he has to admit he has never done that for a human before.

The woman seems to be unconscious, because she doesn’t stir at all even when he lifts her up in his arms. Pero makes his way back to his cabin, trailed by the animal company observing the situation. He lays her down on his bed before moving quickly to find some herbs that could help, as well as some food and water, hoping she’d stir sooner rather than later. He leaves the ewe in charge of the situation, knowing she will take the responsibility seriously.

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You wake up to sunlight filling your bedroom – only it isn’t your bedroom. Someone else’s bedroom entirely, in a house you don’t remember ever visiting.

You had flitted in and out of consciousness during the night. Day? How long have you been asleep for anyway? What day is it? What time is it? Your stomach growls, saying time to eat.

The room around you is unfamiliar, but the warm sunlight makes it feel welcoming and cozy. The bed is very large and quite comfortable with lovely blankets and pillows. There’s not much furniture though, only a cabinet on the far side from the bed, which you suspect holds clothes and such, and what looked like a basin, presumably for washing up.

New clothes have been laid out for you on the foot of the bed. You faintly remember hearing a man’s low voice a couple of times, and you think you maybe saw a sheep watching you at some point, but you probably dreamed that. Pulling on the clothes you notice that they are ridiculously large on you, the shirt much too broad in the shoulders and the sleeves far too long. You have to roll the sleeves several times to get your hand to peek out of them and tie the pants up with a string. The pants at the very least confirm that these are a man’s clothes, which alarms you just a little, because it seems you are alone in a house with at least one man, and seemingly no women.

Getting ready to leave the room, you are surprised to find a tray of food waiting for you outside the door. There is a fresh loaf of bread, cheese and butter, eggs, a flagon of water, a big pile of berries and fruits, and even a pastry! You come from a very wealthy family, and yet you could not have hoped for a better spread to sate your hunger. The man who lives here must be quite wealthy too, then, and it baffles you that such a man doesn’t seem to have even a maid in his house.

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Sunscreen

Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bob burns. Your daughter gets very paranoid when he forgets his sunscreen one morning and insists on bringing it to him.

wc: 1.4k

a/n: ahhh my first bob fic. I just love the idea of him as a dad!

“Do you have everything?” You called from the kitchen, the rustling of objects from upstairs perking your ears. 

“I got it, darlin’,” Bob told you kindly as he trotted down the stairs while zipping his tan backpack. 

Beach football had become a tradition since the first game almost seven years ago. One football emoji from Maverick in the team’s group chat would have everyone rushing off base or nearby homes and gathering on the beach across from the Hard Deck. Bob would smile every time but quickly turn off notifications and grimace as Phoenix and Hangman started their taunts. 

The blond wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek, “Don’t come home with a bloody nose, please,” you jokingly pleaded, pushing up his aviator glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

Your husband chuckled and draped his backpack over his shoulder before walking over to the other side of the counter. His hand playfully grabbed hold of one of his daughter's space buns and pulled her closer. “Be good for your mom, Ames” he told her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

“I’m always good, daddy,” the six-year-old sighed dramatically and looked up at him, her matching aviator glasses slipping off the nose that also matched her father's. 

“I know, but as your dad, it’s my job to say it,” he reminded her matter of factly before offering a quick ‘I love you’ and ‘I’ll see you later’ to his favorite girls. 

Amy returned to her coloring book, her cheek resting against the palm of her hand as she meticulously colored her half-finished page. You leaned against the counter and watched as he walked towards the front door, casually eyeing him up and down with a smirk appearing on your face as his yellow shirt rose slightly.  “Gross,” Amy mumbled under her breath after hearing the door shut. 

You playfully scoffed and tugged on her other bun before kissing her forehead. “One day when someone catches your eye, baby, the payback will feel so good,” you chuckled before leaving her to her coloring book. 

The house was still. 

Like her father, Amy was a quiet child and her soft voice only ever rose when she was in distress or angry, which wasn’t often. “Mom!” she cried. Your blood turned cold at the shrill tone of her light voice, the basket of clothes collided with the wood floor. 

“Amy,” you breathed as you hurried into the room, your heart pounding against your chest.  The little girl stood in the center of the kitchen, tears filled to the brim as she looked down at the cylinder spray bottle in her hand. You came closer and got down on your knees, instantly looking for scrapes. “Are you hurt?” 

She shook her head, moving the can towards you. “Daddy left his sunscreen,” she told you meekly. 

Your face instantly softened as she passed it to you. Amy was never the same after last summer when the sunscreen was left in the room while you were out in the hot weather. Bob came back a bright blinding shade of red. The sounds of his pained groans and restless nights still haunted Amy. She hated to see her dad in any kind of pain or even slight discomfort. 

“He’ll probably borrow Aunt Nat’s sunscreen,” you tried to reassure her, taking your finger and pushing up her glasses. 

“But it’s his special sunscreen,” she grumbled, her eyes slowly narrowing. “We have to go give it to him!” 

You looked down, the bold labeling reading: up to 110-degree protection. A laugh threatened to escape your poorly concealed smile. Bob swore by this stuff, proudly taking it with him everywhere during summer outings since the incident. “Ok,” you gave in, “we’ll go.” 

The salt air was refreshing, the seagulls wailing loudly from above and the testosterone-fueled shouts were not any less quiet. You took a quick glance inside the windows of the Hard Deck, sending a quick wave to Penny before Amy pulled on your other hand. 

 “I see him!” Amy gasped excitedly, seeing Bob sitting in the sand with some of the other aviators while they reset for the next game. She let go once she noticed you watching, taking off towards Bob. “Daddy!” she called. 

Bob’s eyebrows knitted together as he heard the familiar voice, he looked up to the sun wondering if he was overheating. The voice called to him again, the voice huffing and puffing before standing in front of him, her little shadow blocking his slightly pink face from the blazing sun. He looked down in surprise, “What are you doing here?” he asked with a grin. 

“You left your sunscreen at home,” she said as she pulled away, showing him the can. 

“She was adamant about bringing it to you,” you chimed in from behind. Bob’s torso turned and he wrapped his arm around your calf to pull you closer to his side. 

Bob chuckled and took the can, pressing his kiss to her cheek. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, darlin’,” he hummed.  Amy put her hands on her knees and inspected his face, noticing the small patch of red forming on his nose. There was only one way to get her to relax. Bob popped open the lid and removed his glasses before spraying it all over his face. “Is that better?” he asked, one of his blue eyes opening to see her reaction.

She was about to tell him to spray his face once more but a gasp left her throat as she was hoisted into the air and seated on broad shoulders. Her eyes were screwed shut and her arms had a death grip around the person’s neck. “I didn’t think I’d get to see my favorite girl today,” he said. 

Her eyes opened once she heard his Texas drawl. “Jake!” she giggled, her eyes opening widely and a bright smile forming on her lips. 

“Come to save your old man from losin’, baby bob?” 

Amy blushed and shook her head bashfully. It was no secret to the team that Amy had a little crush on Hangman. “No, daddy left his sunscreen at home. I didn’t want him to get burnt.” Jake looked down at Bob and tsked, teasingly shaking his head in disapproval before carrying Amy off towards the water. 

You took a seat next to Bob and looped your arm around his. “You know I just borrowed Natasha’s, right?” You couldn’t help but smile at the small laugh he had in his voice, it was your favorite sound in the world. 

“I know,” you sighed, resting your head on his clothed shoulder. “You should have seen her face. She was worried you looked like a lobster.” 

“I was doing just fine,” he hummed, turning to kiss your temple. “I promise.” 

 You looked down at his sand-ridden forearm. Raising a single eyebrow in suspicion, “You’re looking a little pink there,” you smirked, nudging him with your shoulder. Untangling your arms, you moved to sit on your knees, taking the can from its spot in the warm sand. “You could always…” your voice faded off as you eyed him up and down, hoping he’d get the hint. 

Bob noticed the slight change in your tone and watched as your thighs clamped together while your eyes examined his clothed chest. “Baby,” he said in a low voice.

"Lift," you said sternly. He did as he was told and lifted his arms so you could spray his strong arms. You looked over, Amy was still sitting on Jake’s shoulders as he ran her down the beach, her little arms held the red football tightly to her chest, and giggled as the guys tried to reach for it. “She’s with her fan club,” you murmured before dragging in your lower lip. 

The blond gave in and took off his shirt, gently placing it over his backpack. “This is what does it for you?” he joked, pointing at his pale skin. 

“Very much so.” You nodded happily and started to spray his chest and back. Goosebumps started to form from the cold mist, naturally flinching to get away from it. “You should keep your shirt off,” you told him, sending a wink in his direction. 

He pulled you in for a kiss, “You would like that wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” he mumbled against your lips.

“You guys are so gross!” Amy whined as she trotted towards you, plopping down right in between your bodies. Bob rolled his eyes and took back the sunscreen, spraying a little on his finger and dabbing it on her nose. She pouted, yet still nuzzled against his bare chest. “Thank you,” she sighed, scrunching her wet nose. 

Amy shifted into your lap after the team called for Bob. He groaned and stood up from his spot, instinctively reaching for his t-shirt. A low hum of dissatisfaction rumbled from your throat, his head whipped towards you and caught your knowing expression. “Fine,” he sighed before walking back towards the beach, looking back to see your grin. He looked down at Amy and pushed up his glasses, making his daughter giggle and do the same.

[seanfalco]

I posted 892 times in 2022

183 posts created (21%)

709 posts reblogged (79%)

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@bisexualnathanyoung

@endiness

@super-unpredictable98

@seanfalco

@merrilark

I tagged 844 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#gif set - 264 posts

#misfits - 181 posts

#nathan young - 162 posts

#q - 159 posts

#tua - 126 posts

#joz answers - 110 posts

#klaus hargreeves - 107 posts

#robert sheehan - 72 posts

#tua s3 spoilers - 52 posts

#fic rec - 44 posts

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hello, dear best writer I know XD could I possibly request 19 and 26 (smut of course) for Nathan? (welcome back)

d'awww! you certainly can <3 hope you enjoy bb!

Can't Hardly Wait

prompt(s): "Were you masturbating?" + "How funny do you think teasing is now?" word count: 945 warnings/tags: mention of masturbation, some light snogging a/n: I rewrote the ending to this one like three different times until I found the right blend of funny, sweet, and sexy :3

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99 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#4

“That was disgusting, but it’s kind of romantic, really.” For request or just to get the creativity juices flowing ✌️

Disgustingly Romantic

word count: 1k warnings/tags: reader wears a necklace, talk of cleaning toilets, nothing too gross I promise lol a/n: I’m not sure if I like how this came out, but flor said it was good, so I trust her

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135 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#3

“how mad would you be if i kissed you?” for the nathan drabbles? so happy to see you back!

I'm happy to be back! I missed this cocky arsehole. :3

word count: 1.7k warning(s)/tag(s): mention of character death, alcohol, dubcon (bc of the alcohol), just a bit of snogging though prompt: "How mad would you be if I kissed you?"

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139 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#2

Hey! You’re a fantabulous writer could I request a smut with Nathan young where reader sends him some sexy pictures whilst their at community service which then develop’s into bathroom sex ? With Nathan just worshipping the reader?

aww thank you! you sure can 💚

All Yours

word count: 1.8k warnings/tags: f!reader, pwp, dirty photos, semi public sex, unprotected sex, breast play/worship, panty theft/panty sniffing, slight daddy kink, creampie, marking

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154 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

a fic where nathan and the reader have a quickie and he attempts to be more dominant could be hot AND funny

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Just a Quickie

word count: 1.9k warnings/tags: fem!reader, dom!nathan (sort of lol), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampies, breeding kink (if you squint) a/n: thank you to @super-unpredictable98 for being my constant cheerleader & to @santacarlahorrorshow for being my sounding board <3  Happy Thirsty Thursday!

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213 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

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TOP GUN FIC RECS 3!

top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently

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F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series /multi part

masterlist

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

F + A: who did this to you? by @feralforfrank rooster was so sure he hated you, but that was till he saw you hurt and all he could see was red.

F: international + part 2 by @bradshawsbitch life as an international student had been a blast, meeting bradley bradshaw could help you attest to that

S: here i go again by @hotgirlmav you return to san diego a while after your disastrous breakup with rooster.

F + A: home by @honeysimagines rooster reveals one night to the team, a girl who isn't really his girl.

F + A: his little girl by @roosterscockpit 𖥻 rooster finds out about a daughter he didn't know he had and is determined to be the father she deserves.

F + A: crumble by @daddy-bradley with a new baby in the house, tensions are high. you and bradley try your best to make things work.

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

A: the beginning of the end by @marvelandotherfandomimagines jake made his bed and it was time for him to sleep in it.

F + A: imagine me and you by @thebirdandthebee ever since hangman first laid eyes on you, he was determined to make you his.

S: fair game by @sunlightmurdock since rooster had been a terrible boyfriend, hangman takes it upon himself to treat you the way you deserve.

F: parking spots and matcha lattes + filet mignons and parking spots + pad see ew and parking spots by @withahappyrefrain jake meets a girl with a bigger attitude than him and man, is he whipped

S: oh, lover boy! by @unmistakablyunknown hangman was exactly what his callsign was. being around his wife made him soft though.

F: make him wait + part 2 by @powerfulruler jake seresin was an impatient man but for you? he was willing to wait

S + A: easy lover + part 2 by @hellsbarnes you try your best to forget about hangman after getting your feelings hurt.

F + A: never knew (that i could fall so hard) by @softspiderling you and jake were friends, that's all you were.

F: secret family recipe by @justalonelyslytherin mama seresin decides to share a few family recipes with you, further solidifying her acceptance of you into the family.

F: falling in love all over again by @thedaredevilsgirl every time jake looks at you, he feels like he's fallen in love with you all over again.

F: married? by @captainamericasmotercycle to the team, jake was a loveless asshole. the last thing any of them expected was for him to have a wife

F + A: if you only knew by @sunnysidevans you always thought that you and jake were forever.

F + A: jake’s return from guys’ night has him questioning his relationship with you. by @whisperofsong

A: drunk last night by @youlightmeupfinn moving on from jake was one of the hardest things you ever had to do. when you've finally found peace for yourself, jake can't say he feels the same.

F: watch your mouth by @fandomxpreferences hangman hears someone chatting shit about you and he doesn't like it one bit

F: lay all your love on me by @bussyslayer333 jake doesn't know how to express his feelings properly.

S: tokyo summer. by @libraryofantiquitea despite it being your second date, it ends just as well as your first.

F + A: double tap by @roleycoleyreccenter 𖥻 hangman wasn't your roommate, jake was.

F: hangman's a what now? by @awaywith-thefaeries hangman is an asshole, a fighter pilot, and everything under the sun. one thing, however, that no one expected him to be, was a loving father and husband.

F: birthday blues by @dilfsouls hangman forgets your birthday and you're pissed

ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD

A: tomorrows by @notyoursbutlewis tomorrow can't be promised and bob can only ensure that the both of you take on life on day at a time.

F: the happiest man alive by @footprintsinthesxnd you reveal your pregnancy to bob.

F: bob did what? by @mrsjobarnes bob gets into an accident while flying and you rush to the hospital.

F: lucy-lu by @rose-pearls baby lucy takes her first steps.

TOM 'ICEMAN' KAZANSKY

S: get your attention by @labarboteuse tom had spent the entire night vying for your attention and he's sure he's going to get it one way or another.

[olderthannetfic]

hi hi history-non again, sorry I know it's a very

ahem wide and girthy ahem

ask, and i'm sorry for not narrowing it down farther my brain is smooth as butter and the dart board, so to speak, is. big. i feel like im throwing my dart in the ocean of 'what i don't know' and trying to spear a fish who might speak to me like the queer elder i never ha d ;lkasjd;flkas damn you small conservative town ANYWAYS

i guess okay maybe do you have any favourite figureheads? whats your fave pieces of lgbtqa+ media (like books or shows?)

thanks again and sorry for.

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Lolololol. Yes.... it’s so... big...

In the 90s, the writers of nonfiction who I found really inspirational were Susie Bright and Kate Bornstein. My Gender Workbook was a classic. I gather there’s a new edition.

I was a massive, massive nerd, so my actual favorite queer book as a 14-year-old is one that will be a bit... uh... much if you’re not feeling very intellectual. It’s Third Sex, Third Gender: Beyond Sexual Dimorphism in Culture and History. This thing is a massive doorstop of a book that collects academic journal articles on third gender roles from various cultures. I was obsessed with this thing. Again, it’s academic journal articles, not popular nonfiction, so expect that level of impenetrable prose.

I was also a giant weeb, so I read a bunch of books on the history of gay sex in Japan. It’s pretty interesting how much people assume the “m/m sex = sin” shit was worldwide and how much it just was not.

In terms of fiction, I’ve always struggled to find f/f media I relate to. I really like the tv adaptations of Fingersmith and Tipping the Velvet. Lots of fucked up problematicness and gorgeous visuals. Gotta love the lady with the strap-on and the gold body paint!

For other queer media, I was a big fan of Velvet Goldmine and of Pedro Almodóvar’s older films, which are full of every problematic kink you can think of. They also have a lot of het I like, like the lady being coerced into sex (that she enjoys) by the drag queen who impersonates her famous mother she has a lot of mommy issues about... except said drag queen is really an undercover police officer. Just... whut. (All the “straight” stuff in Almodóvar’s films is also bugfuck nuts and often kind of queer.)

I really, really, really loved Crash. Not the shitty one that won an oscar: the car crash perverts one full of weird UST. There’s a ton of straight sex in this too, along with every gender combo and a laundry list of upsetting kinks. It’s just every kind of weird perv thing. (”Weird art film full of sex and problematicness” is pretty much the defining feature of movies I liked as a teen. I loved Kissed, that het necrophilia movie too.)

Stage Beauty is probably my favorite film for bi vibes. It’s this meditation on identity as the English stage was changing over from having men play women to having actual actresses. It ends in f/m, but it’s definitely a very queer film.

If you want slice of life stuff, I guess you could try Dykes to Watch Out For (the comic that’s the source of the bechdel test) or the Tales of the City novel series. These will both give you a sense of what was going on in certain queer communities in the late 20thC. If you want something relatively fluffy, Maurice is a historical costume drama with a happy ending. I found it awfully slow as a college student, but it does have naked Rupert Graves (Lestrade from Sherlock), so...

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See, this is hard to answer because I came of age and did all of my reading of that kind a long time ago. I pretty quickly moved on to fangirl media, which I have always liked a lot better than other arguably queer stuff. Back in the 90s, that meant Japanese stuff and fic. Later, I had access to more flavors of by-fujoshi-for-fujoshi media.

So my actual favorite m/m books are a bunch of “m/m romance” (i.e. American BL being sold as ebooks on amazon). If you want live action TV and fandomy vibes, you’re better off with Trapped (hot cop/mobster action!) or one of those Thai series about schoolboys or something than stuff made by cis gay men in the US.

I also came of age in an era when “queer” media was very Cis Gay Men And Sometimes Cis Lesbians with an occasional nod to bi people existing... maybe. Kate Bornstein and a few others were raising the profile of MtF transsexuals (the term in use at the time) who wanted surgery or even, gasp, maybe didn’t want bottom surgery in some cases. Anything about FtMs or nb/agender/etc. identities was practically invisible. I saw the term ‘genderqueer’ around a bit, but it was mostly in contexts that were very tryhard and unappealing to me.

(You haven’t given any details, but I’m going to go out on a limb and guess you’re like much of tumblr and the flavors of queerness you relate to aren’t so much the Cis Gay Men Only culture that makes up quite a bit of queer history and older queer media.)

I can tell you what I liked as a teen, but not everybody is into fucked up art films that may not have happy endings. I can try to rec things about queer culture in the 90s, but I probably don’t have great recs for way earlier or later than that... unless it’s so much earlier that I’ve researched it while writing fic of some historical canon or other. A lot of how I learned about queer culture myself was from magazines or from reading soc.bi on usenet or just from living through the 90s--not typically from books that are easy to unearth and just hand to someone now.

I tend to just not like anything in the contemporary romance or slice of life genres, regardless of gender and orientation, so while I’ve watched/read a bit more queer stuff like this, especially in the past when I had less access to queer media, it’s not a space I’m great at reccing in. And that’s unfortunate because a lot of that type of art gives you a better sense of what other queer people were like in other eras and/or it’s a safer rec than some bananas crazy BDSM film.

I was, and am, very kinky (though pretty lazy in terms of actual practice), so a lot of my reading and media interest was bound up in that also. Obviously, I was quite interested in the drawings of Tom of Finland or the photography of Robert Mapplethorpe, but are you going to be into photos of some guy shoving a whip handle in his ass? I love the movie Cruising... it’s about serial killers and leather and homophobia and is every bit as potentially traumatizing as that sounds.

I feel you on the problem of finding queer elders. There isn’t really an obvious way to go about this.