#the girl did in fact pull out a beer and he did in fact crack a smile and a thumbs up so

[faunandfloraas]

The way to get closer with Lee Know according to KSM? Buy him an ice cold beer © no bread today

[dakotalun]

"Oops" | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

summary: Part 2--Reader now confronts Eddie about his text last week. Feelings are spilled and sheets are ruined.

warnings: oral (f. receiving), praise kink, pet names (good girl, baby, sweetheart, sweets, honey), dom!eddie, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation (brat, slut, whore, cockslut), squirting, aftercare

word count: 3.8k

a/n: This is part 2 to "Oops", which we now get into the real reason you all are here.

Part 1

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

He had to lie about talking to Callie from chem but it was better than the truth. He knew then that you didn’t feel the same way as him, and it hurt him. He meant to delete the photo after you ended the call but his mind was too clouded so he took a walk and forgot about it later on. If only he knew what you did that night looking at said photo.

“The truth?” Eddie didn’t know why there was this sudden burst of courage rushing through him, maybe it was the beers, or the weed or maybe it was just the fact that he needed to tell you how he felt, no matter what your answer was.

You nod your head at his question, turning to get a good look at him. His eyes were shut as he leaned against the wall, his neck stretched enough to show his adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly.

“Yes.” You’re confused for a second, yes he didn’t know or yes he did know? “I knew it was you, I mean.” 

Oh. Oh, OH! Your brain scrambles thinking back to the picture and the text, ‘Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you’. That’s what the text said, so did that mean it was you he was jerking off to?

“So the text…”

“Was about you. Yeah.” His shoulders rise a little before falling, like a weight had literally been lifted off his shoulders. His eyes are still closed, scared that if he opens them he’ll be met with a grin on your face before you laugh at him.

“Eddie,” You say softly, moving to sit up on your knees. He doesn’t open his eyes or move his head, “Eds. Look at me.”

You scooch forward, sitting next to him, your thigh touching his own. His eyes crack open at the touch, his gaze locked at the ceiling still.

You reach your hand up and cup his cheek, guiding his face to look at yours. His eyes are glossy, like he’s trying not to cry. You give him a soft smile, your own eyes begin to well up with tears. 

“I need you to listen to me, got it?” You wait for him to nod before continuing, “I love you Eddie. Both as a friend and more. I didn’t realize how much I loved you until you sent that photo, that wonderful, hot, sexy photo,” He tries to move his head away but you pull it back to you, “That photo that I ended up looking at as I made myself cum that night.” That caught his attention. He opened his mouth to say something but you were quick to stop him, resuming your speech.

“Eddie, why didn’t you just tell me you liked me? I wouldn't laugh at you or anything, if anything I’d probably realize I did too. I just don’t understand why you had to do that to tell me. Not that I didn’t love it, I did. Just, I need you to say it.”

He looks at you for a second more, making sure you’re done talking before speaking himself.

“Sweetheart,” His hand reaches up to hold your own, the one on his cheek, “If I’m being completely, 100% transparent with you. I didn’t think I was worth your time. You are way out of my league and the fact that you chose to stick by me all these years just made it even harder not to fall for you. But you,” He squeezes your hand, “You are the one I want to be with. Always have been, always will be. I don’t want anyone else. I love you so damn much baby.”

The new pet name made a smile creep onto your face, the tears finally breaking the barrier and spilling down your face. 

This man, your best friend, the one you didn’t know you loved as much as you truly did until a week ago, loves you back. You’re so happy that he loves you back that you can’t even stop yourself before you launch forward and pull him in for a kiss. It’s soft, your soft lips meeting his chapped ones, a perfect pairing.

You pull away after a few seconds, needing to breathe. Your foreheads are touching as you stare at each other, love and lust filling your eyes.

“Can I kiss you again?” You nod and Eddie leans in for another kiss. This one being harder than the other, more passion and lust thrown in. Eddie’s tongue brushes over your bottom lip, wishing for access that you give without a second thought.

You moan at the feeling of his tongue meeting yours, the taste of weed, beer and pizza still lingering. Eddie’s hand moves from its place over yours and to your waist, being met quickly with his other. He holds you tightly, afraid that if he didn’t you’d slip away from his grasp. You move your leg over his going to straddle his thighs. He helps you situate yourself on top of his lap, lips never once disconnecting.

The new position lets you feel just how hard he is under his sweats, the boner that you’ve only ever seen through a screen under only a few layers of clothing. You start to grind your hips on him, making him groan into your mouth at the friction. His hands move down to your hips, helping your movements, while yours tangle themselves in his hair, feeling just how soft it really is.

You grab a handful of it at the base of his neck, pulling lightly as you continue making out and grinding on him. On one particularly rough thrust, his sweats hit that perfect spot on your clit making you moan into his mouth and pull his hair hard. He lets out a deep groan at the feeling, which makes you smile into the kisses, now knowing a little secret about him.

“Shit baby,” Eddie breathlessly says as he pulls away from you, “Need to taste you. Please.”

The words go straight to your core, making the wet patch between your thighs grow.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“I want- I need to. Been dreaming of this forever,” He pulls further from your face, gauging your reaction, “Will you let me take care of you?”

You nod your head, “Words baby. I need words.”

“Yes, please Eddie.” The words come out more whiny than you’d wanted but you could care less at this point, all you can think about is him between your thighs.

Eddie flips the both of you over, laying you down so your head is on his pillows. He goes back to kissing you, leaving kisses all over. Your lips, your cheeks, your forehead, before roaming further down, to your neck, sucking little hickeys wherever he goes.

You just lay there relishing in the feeling of his mouth on you, your hands still in his hair. He glides down to your collarbone, sucking another hickey there. His hands are sliding all over your body, up your thighs, gripping your hips, towards your waist, pushing the shirt you have on up, exposing more skin to him.

“Can I take this off princess?” He looks at you, his big brown eyes almost black with lust.

Without responding you sit up quickly and yank the shirt off of your body, tossing it somewhere on his floor. You lay back down, now in only your underwear in front of him. There’s something about Eddie still being fully clothed while you were there basically naked in front of him that turned you on more.

“Jesus, princess. You’re so damn pretty,” He guides his hands towards your boobs, looking at you for permission, which you give, before palming them, “These perfect goddamn tits.” 

He leans down and starts sucking on one, kissing it softly at first before taking the nipple into his mouth, nipping it lightly. The other is being rolled between his fingers, pulling delicious moans and whimpers from you. He removes his mouth from one with a pop before giving the other the same treatment.

You try to buck your hips up into him, needing some type of friction, but his weight stops any possible movements. You can feel his bulge against your thigh and it’s driving you crazy not being able to see it, and have it inside you. Eddie bites a little harder causing you to scream out in pleasure/pain.

“That’s it baby. Let me hear you, I want every little moan and whimper,” He’s smiling at you as he goes back to trailing kisses down your body. He stops just at the waistline of your panties, slipping one finger through, pulling it back just to release and snap it against you.

You moan out, the slight sting feeling good. Your eyes followed him as he continued down, kissing your hips, and thighs. The teasing is driving you crazy but it feels so good at the same time, you love the feeling of Eddie’s lips on you. Eddie reaches your knee, planting a light kiss there before pulling away from you completely.

“You sure about this? We can stop now if you want,” His words seemingly far away in your ears.

You look at him and shake your head, his hair is disheveled from your fingers raking through it, his eyes blown wide at the sight of you, his sweats are tented containing the thing you want most right now. You sit up, crossing your legs beneath you as you reach for the hem of his shirt.

You tug at it until he gets the hint and pulls it over his head, tossing it down next to yours. Your eyes roam over his chest, eyeing the dark tattoos that contrast with his fair skin. You let your fingers wander over them, tracing the outlines and shapes etched into the skin forever. Eddie’s breathing quickens at the feeling of your fingers on him, he swears he could watch you do this all day but right now he needed to taste the girl of his dreams.

He grabs your wrists lightly, pulling them away from him much to both of your protest.

“Please, let me taste you. I wanna make you feel good,” He pleads with you for the second time that night. You stare at him above you before you look down at the ground; you’re scared now because you’ve never had someone go down on you, especially since you’ve only ever had one boyfriend who thought about himself more than you.

Your hesitation makes Eddie worried, he squats down in front of you to be in your eyeline.

“We don’t have to go any further. I’m okay with just going to bed now if that’s what you want.”

“No!” You quickly reply, “No I- I want this.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to.” His eyes are soft, caring and full of truth.

You nod your head, “I want this Eds. I’ve just-” You sigh, “I’ve never had anyone…you know, go down on me.”

Eddie’s eyes widen at your words. He knows you dated someone a few years ago, assuming that the both of you did a lot together. But knowing this only fueled his need to please you more.

“Then let me be the first. I promise it’ll be amazing, for both of us,” He grabs a hold of your hands, “I want to make you feel amazing. Will you let me?”

You look at him, the lust in your eyes turning to pure unbridled love for the man in front of you. You nod your head, “Yes, I trust you.”

A smile breaks out on Eddie’s face as he goes back to his full height. “Lay back down for me sweet girl.” You follow his instructions, resuming your previous position on his bed. Legs wide and waiting for him.

He crawls over you, kissing his way towards your mouth. He plants one on you that has you moaning and bucking your hips into him again. He smiles into the kiss, pulling away and kneeling down so he’s eye level with your dripping cunt. His hands move like feathers over your skin reaching your underwear and slowly peeling them off of you.

His eyes never leave yours, making sure you’re comfortable as he pulls them off of you and throws them behind himself. Once he knows you’re safe and good he kisses up your thighs, towards your core.

You whine under him, he’s going too slow. You need his mouth on you and now. Eddie finally places the gentlest of kisses to your clit, pulling a squeal out of you before you buck your hips up in return. He smiles and goes in, licking and sucking the little bud until you’re a writhing mess under him.

Then he moves his tongue down, circling your hole a few times before slowly inserting it. He groans at the feeling of you pulsing around him, his hips rutting against the bed as he enjoys this just as much if not more than you.

The feeling of him inside of you, even if it is just his tongue is amazing and you can’t wait for more. Once Eddie thinks you are warmed up enough he glides his hand up to meet his mouth, replacing his tongue with one finger. The stretch it gives you is so new and pleasurable, once you get past the slight pain of it all.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Taking my finger so well, think you can take another one? Hmm?” Eddie looks back up at you wanting to see you fall apart for him. You nod frantically and mewl at his question, falling deep into the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Aw look at you, already so cock drunk and I’ve not even given it to you yet. You gonna be a good girl for me and take another finger so I can stretch you out for this cock?”

“Yes, please. Ed-” Once the word leaves your mouth another finger enters you, the pain shooting through you before being taken over by blinding pleasure.

Eddie pumps his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace, not wanting to hurt you, yet. But all you want is to cum, to feel yourself fall apart at his doing. The feeling of your core tightening signals both you and Eddie of what’s about to happen.

Eddie then attaches his lips to your clit again, sending you over the edge, cumming all over his fingers and face. He pumps his fingers until he feels you loosen around him then takes them out.

“God you taste so damn good sweetheart,” He crawls back on top of you, face to face before guiding his fingers that were inside of you to your mouth, “Taste yourself baby.”

You oblige and open your mouth, sucking his fingers clean of your juices. He groans at the sight, the way your eyes roll back and you moan around his fingers. He pulls them out because if he didn’t he was sure he’d cum just watching you like that.

Eddie goes to take off his sweats but you stop him, “I wanna make you feel good too Eds.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide, he’s thought of your pretty little lips around him so much and you offering it right now is like heaven but he knows that the moment your mouth touches him he won’t be able to hold back. “Sweets, you have no idea how much I want to watch that but right now I need to be inside of you. I’ve waited long enough, you can suck me off another time, promise.”

He kisses you then pulls his sweats down along with his underwear. His cock springs free, red and leaking precum just like the photo. You can’t stop yourself once you see it, you reach out and take it into your hands, stroking it slowly, softly, taking your time to relish in the feeling of your hand around him.

Eddie seems to be doing the same thing, moans and groans falling from his lips until his hand grips your wrist to stop your movements, “Gotta stop baby, or else I’ll bust right now.” He laughs a little before leaning down to give you a small peck on the lips.

He lifts himself up onto his hands and reaches for his bedside table, opening the top drawer and pulling out the small, aluminum square. He rips it open with his teeth before sliding the latex over his hard on, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your entrance.

He looks up at you, eyes locking, “You sure about this? We can still stop.” He’s so sweet and kind it makes your heart ache. You place your hand on his cheek, he leans into the touch.

“Please Eddie. I’ve never wanted anything more.” You give him a kiss, filled with love and lust and passion. With that he slowly pushes in, just the tip to get you used to the girth of him.

Your head falls back onto his pillows, one hand moving to grip his hair the other his back. He pushes in a little more, inch by inch until he is finally all the way in. The groan he releases when he feels you clench around him, getting used to his size, is like music to your ears. A song that you could listen to on repeat for hours on end.

“Need you- need you to move Ed, please.”

“Gimme a sec baby, wanna make this last.”

A few seconds later he pulls out only an inch or two before going back into the hilt. The feeling of him moving sends shivers down your spine, loving every moment of it. He gains more confidence and pulls out all the way to the tip before slamming back into you. The way your tits move from the force makes Eddie’s mind go blank.

Eddie’s pace is slow and rhythmic, just trying to let you adjust to him, but you need more.

“Faster Eddie. Faster.” It falls out of you as a moan, barely audible to yourself but he hears it and grants your wish picking up the pace. Your moans grow louder as his pace speeds, you start mumbling incoherent things.

“Good girl, take this cock like the little slut you are. Bet you love it when I call you my little slut huh?” You squeeze around him at his words, “Oh I felt that baby. You like it when I degrade you don’t you my little whore, hmm? Gonna always be the little cockslut that I know you are. Falling apart with me inside of you.” 

You’re not even trying to hold anything back at this point, the feelings being too good to try to stop, “God Eddie you feel so good. You’re so big, dammit!” He hits that sweet spot inside of you that has your eyes rolled back and mouth wide open but nothing coming out.

“Oh, is that the spot honey? That the spot that makes you feel good?” He moves against you to hit that spot over and over again. Your brain goes numb, not registering anything that’s happening around you, too shrouded in pleasure to care.

Eddie’s talking to you but you can’t hear what he’s saying. Next thing you know he’s circling your clit with his fingers again, pulling a particularly loud whine out of you.

“Ed, I’m gonna- Shit! Feel like I’m gonna pee, gotta stop.”

“Oh but sweetheart that’s what I want you to do, wanna see you cum and squirt all over this cock of yours. Come on cum for me baby girl. I know you got one more in you.”

His words ring in your ears, but they sound so far away. The feeling of his hand gripping your hip and the fingers on your clit and the dick inside of you all becoming too much and you just let go. There’s a gushing sound as Eddie pounds into you faster and harder, now chasing his own orgasm. It rips through him just as hard as yours did you, his white sperm spilling into the condom. A small part of you wishes it wasn’t there, to feel his seed inside of you, maybe even have it stay there until you get pregnant.

Eddie collapses on top of you, breath hot and heavy against your neck. He’s planting small kisses along your shoulder and collarbone, waiting out the wave of pleasure that just overtook the both of you. Sooner than you’d like he’s getting up and pulling out of you, making you whine at the loss of him.

He exits the room for a short amount of time, returning to you in the same position. He starts to wipe you clean with a warm towel, being careful of your sensitive clit before pulling your shirt and underwear back on you. He puts his own clothes on, neglecting his shirt this time around. He goes to the side of you, picking you up bridal style and carrying you into the living room to lay you down on the couch.

He returns to his room to change his sheets and lay a towel down to soak up what seeped through. Once his sheets are changed he goes back to get you and places you back in his bed, pulling the covers up over you. He gets you a glass of water for when you regain consciousness and some pain killers he knows you’ll probably need.

Eddie gets in beside you, pulling you close, rubbing your arm as you breathe softly into him. A few minutes pass before you start to open your eyes. He looks down at you, brushing some hair away from your face.

“Hey there you are. How’s my girl doin’?” That smile you love so much is spread across his face.

“Mm, tired. Sore. And very happy.”

“I got you some water and painkillers,” He reaches over and grabs them from his bedside table, “Take these and drink this.”

You sit up a little and do as he says, drinking all of the water in the cup before resuming your position curled up at Eddie’s side.

“So how was it?” A smirk on his face.

“Eh, it was okay I guess. I’ve had better.” Eddie scoffs and hits your arm lightly, which just makes you giggle.

“Damn guess I gotta kill you now. Can’t have you going around telling people I’m only okay in bed,” He retorts back.

You look up at him, “And who else do you think you’ll be sleeping with? Cause if it’s not only me then I’ll keep my promise of castrating you.”

“Oh so you want to do it again, even after it was just okay?” You slap him in the chest.

“I’d do it a million more times if it feels that good after every one,” You say before giving him a kiss, “Will you be my boyfriend?”

“Already am sweetheart,” You give a quizzical look, “Since the day I met you I was yours. Always will be.”

You smile at his words, planting another kiss on his lips, “And I’ll always be yours.”

Eddie Taglist: @ali-r3n @dixontardis @witchwolflea @micheledawn1975 @daydreaming-mood @idfwfeelings @adaydreamaway08 @preciousbumplingbee @rustboxstarr @plk-18 @teary-eyed-egg @needylilgal022 @exploding-bonbon @gagasbee @eddiemunsonsguitarpic @aol19 @thatwitchyoucouldntburn

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Jake Seresin And The Unfortunate Hat Situation

jake seresin x fem!reader 3k words

summary: You’re visiting Jake’s family in Texas for the first time and so far, it’s been going well. Just that Jake may have forgotten to mention the hat rule. 

another cowboy fic because i fucking can

disclaimer: strong allusions to smut. im not kidding. this is basically straight up dirty talk all the way through

a/n: i’m warning you once about all the inaccuracies in here and thats it. read at your own risk. i have literally no clue whatsoever about texas and/or cowboys and did not have it in me to research cowboy history for hours on end, like- i tried, okay? i really did try. i know facts about cowboy hats now that i never felt the need to know (though “dont sleep with your cowboy hat on”, um... yeah? thanks? i totally would have done that otherwise) but i still do not have the information to back this shit up lmao

top gun masterlist

(yes i did have to use an everybody wants some gif. during the past week ive rewatched this film more times than i can count and i will take every opportunity i get to talk about it)

“Enlighten me”, you chuckled, spreading your arms, a bottle of beer in your right hand. “Why are none of the cowboys wearing cowboy hats? Isn’t that kind of their thing?”

You were visiting Texas for the first time - a week off of work, away from the Navy and the Dagger Squad for a bit, to meet Jake’s friends and family back home. You’d talked to most every one of them over the phone whenever he had found the time to call, but you’d never actually met them in person before this. So it had been an adventure from the start: getting on a plane in San Diego to take you to Texas where Jake had grown up, being picked up at the airport by his mother, driving two hours to the farm they owned (”You grew up on a farm?”, you’d asked when he’d told you, wheezing at the mental image of teenage Jake herding sheep), meeting his dad, being surprised by both his sisters, getting to see his childhood bedroom. 

And then, to top it off: the sound of his alarm at the crack of dawn this morning to go teach you how to ride a horse. 

Needless to say that you’d been buzzing with nervous energy for the past few days. Not that you weren’t happy - it was just all a bit much at once. 

After lunch he’d taken you into the city and you’d gone shopping for some real cowboy boots. He’d planned to take you to a bar in the evening, to introduce you to some friends. After all you only had a week here and neither of you felt like missing out on something. 

When you’d wanted to try cowboy hats in the store too, Jake had snatched them from you and grabbed your hands, pulling you close to him, telling you that you’d get one when you’d become a real cowgirl. Since you doubted that would ever happen, you’d pouted and tried to convince him with kisses and, when that hadn’t worked, half-hearted threats, but he wouldn’t be persuaded even the slightest. He’d only looked down at you with raised eyebrows until you’d caved and satisfied yourself with cursing under your breath. 

So here you were: Cowboy boots, jeans shorts and a button-up and no cowboy hat in sight. 

Actually, there was one in sight. Jake was wearing his, in all his Texan glory, laughing with some of his friends at the bar. The thing was, he was the only guy wearing his hat. There were some cowboys strutting about with them on their heads, but most of them didn’t have one - hat hair, yes, but no hat. Hence your initial question: “Why are none of the cowboys wearing cowboy hats?” 

“Shit, Jake didn’t tell you?”, Kendra - one of Jake’s only female friends here, who’d immediately decided she liked you and pulled you to one of the tables for some girl talk - let out a laugh. “No wonder it’s still on his head. We were getting worried already.” 

It was pretty clear to everyone that you weren’t from around here, so you saw no reason to hide your confusion.

“Now you’ve lost me entirely. What?”, you asked, masking your frown with a laugh. You’d been here for hardly two days and you didn’t think you’d felt as embarrassed ever before. You knew about literally nothing. At least you’d done somewhat well at horseback riding, which could’ve been because of Jake’s arms around you and his hands over yours as you - he - held the reins, but either way you were proud of yourself for not falling off and landing on your ass. 

“It’s like this: Ladies didn’t wear hats for a really long time. Cowboys wore the hats. So when you saw a lady with a cowboy hat on - that was her man’s. A sign that she belonged to him. Property shit and all.” She waved it off as if dismissing the concept. “Changed over the past few decades, of course. Better that way too. Ladies can wear whatever they want now. But the thought kind of stuck. You see a guy without a hat, he’s probably taken. You see a girl with a hat, that’s probably her man’s. And before you ever steal a hat, you should know the hat rule.” 

You raised your eyebrows. Your stomach did weird little flips as she talked. Jake hadn’t explained any of this to you. 

“The hat rule?”, you asked. Kendra grinned and leaned in, pretending to let out some big secret. 

“You wear the hat”, she said and paused for a second for dramatic effect, “You wear the cowboy.” 

You breathed out. 

“Oh.” 

Oh my ass, you thought. 

Jake hadn’t let you buy your own hat for a reason. And then he’d gone ahead and not given you that reason. What the actual fuck. 

You would’ve loved to wear his hat. You would’ve loved the thought of him claiming you like that, letting you wear his hat, showing everyone that yeah, you were Jake Seresin’s girl. But no. He’d left you completely in the dark, hadn’t let a single word slip. And he was still wearing that goddamn hat himself. 

Like a single fucking guy, not a man in a loving relationship.

Somehow, now that you knew, you were more annoyed by the fact that he was wearing it than that he just hadn’t told you at all. God, he could’ve left it at home. He could’ve taken it off. He could’ve just put it on your head without telling you why if he didn’t want to. 

And right there, that was the part you just didn’t understand. Why hadn’t he told you? He should have known you well enough by now to realise that you would absolutely adore wearing that hat. Not only because you wanted to wear a hat (which you did) but also because you wanted to wear his hat (which you did even more). After all, it wasn’t only him claiming you - it was you claiming him as well. And as horrible as the history of that hat rule was, in this present day you felt like it would only have been fair of him to tell you. You wanted to have that chance of showing him off. Of him showing you off, which he did so happily back in San Diego. 

“Hey”, Kendra said, her expression a bit more serious as she put a hand to your arm and pulled you from your thoughts. “I’m sure Jake didn’t mean to hurt you. He may seem like a bastard, but he’s actually a real sweetheart.” 

You snorted at her, nodding along. 

“He is”, you agreed. “Which is kind of why it hurts even more. I don’t get why he wouldn’t just tell me. It’s not like he’s ever been scared I’d say no to him or something.”

Kendra smiled and squeezed your arm reassuringly. 

“Try not to worry about it too much. Just ask him when you get home later, yeah? Communication is key.” Her smile turned into a grin. She winked at you. “And hey, you can always wear my hat if you’d like.” 

You forced yourself to smile as well as you took a sip of your beer. “If I actually were single, I’d definitely take you up on that offer, but I’m not, and I don’t think Jake would like it much.” 

Her grin only deepened. She had dimples, you realised, and the hat on her head matched her eye colour. You were glad to have her here with you. She was someone you were sure you could become good friends with over time. 

“That makes it even better”, she said conspicuously. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her ankles over the edge of the table as she tipped her hat back. “He never told you about the hats. You don’t know anything in his eyes, honey. Use it against him.” 

There was a twinkle in her gaze that told you she was looking for nothing short of mischief and you had the distinct feeling that she’d been the ‘bad influence’ on Jake in high school that he’d talked about so often. She seemed like a troublemaker. But she also seemed genuine. And she was right - in Jake’s eyes, you were getting to know one of his friends, talking about some girly stuff (which he probably assumed was himself), having a nice night. Not learning about cowboy customs that he’d just so forgotten to mention. 

Jake usually didn’t get jealous. He trusted you the same way you trusted him. But he got possessive nonetheless - always with a hand on your back when you were talking to someone he thought was flirting with you, kissing you at the most inappropriate times, making sure that everyone knew you were his. Now he’d had the goddamn chance and hadn’t taken it. And you didn’t fucking know why. 

But you were damn determined to find out. 

Kendra slid the hat off her head and offered it to you. You took one deep breath before you reached for it. 

You let your fingertips skip over the rim for a moment. Were you really about to do this? Then you put it on your head. 

Alright. If Jake wasn’t going to tell you about the way this worked on his own accord, you’d make him tell you. 

Kendra emptied her beer and you followed suit before the both of you got up. She grabbed both bottles in one hand, turning to you to send you another of those winks. 

“I’ll bring these back to the bar and get us new ones. The dancefloor’s all yours.” 

With a nervous smile, you adjusted your newly aqcuired hat and made your way onto the dancefloor. There was soft music playing in the background - country, of course, loud but not loud enough to disturb conversation. It wasn’t late enough for that just yet. Which was honestly a relief, since you had zero clue whatsoever about line dancing or whatever it was they did down here. This way there were only a few couples twirling each other back and forth and some people moving to the beat all on their own. You let out a breath and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to really feel the music: the guitar, the steady drums, the vocals. 

Slowly, you started swaying - from one side to the other, turning, twirling, one step, then the next, heels here, toes there. A grin was making its way onto your face. The music grew, not as much in volume as in pace, and you didn’t know just when you had started to forget about everything except your movements (like the people watching, for example), but then the song changed and you gasped as you realised you knew it. Eyes fluttering open, hands coming together to clap, lips twisting into an actual laugh as you sang along, catching Kendra’s gaze and waving her over. 

She joined you with a laugh, grabbed your hand to twirl you around, and god, her voice was heavenly. For just a split second you wondered how Jake hadn’t ended up falling for her. You certainly would have. 

And speaking - more like thinking, but whatever - of the devil, you felt an all too familiar hand on your shoulder. You turned at the same time that Kendra let go of you, allowing you to admire your boyfriend in all his furious glory. 

Not that he actually looked furious. Not to anyone but you, not with that facade he wore whenever anyone got under his skin. But you, well... You’d been with him long enough to understand that twitch of his jaw, that tension in his shoulders, that flicker in his eyes. And yet - the cowboy hat still sat on his head. 

“I got it from here, Kendra”, he said, eyes fixed on yours, as you held your breath. She snorted, but still made to move away, muttering something under her breath that you didn’t catch. Then Jake spoke again. “Take your hat, Kendra.” 

He grabbed it from where it rested on your head and threw it at her without looking away from you. She sucked in a breath. 

“If you throw my hat again, I’ll kick your ass, Seresin”, she said and you could tell that even though they were friends, she wasn’t kidding. Shit, the people here were really fucking serious about their hats. Another reason why you were mad at Jake for not telling you about any of it. 

“Next time, don’t set it on my girl’s head”, he growled - growled, really, you didn’t know what else to call it. She scoffed and walked off. 

“How could she know I was your girl?”, you whispered, challenging him even though he already looked like you’d crossed some line that he’d drawn without telling you. “How could anyone?” 

For a few moments, he kept quiet. You defiantly stared up at him. Should he think whatever he fucking wanted to, this was entirely his fault. 

Then something changed in his expression. 

“You found out about the hat rule”, he said, “And the first thing you did was go and put on somebody else’s.” 

“Well if my boyfriend doesn’t want to have me wear his hat-” 

You couldn’t react as quickly as Jake had gripped you by the waist and pulled you close to him, forcing you to tip your head back to keep looking at him. He was, in fact, so close now that you could just kiss him and honestly, you were tempted. Just as tempted as you’d been when he’d come out of the bathroom looking like that, just as tempted as you’d been when you’d left the house, just as tempted as you’d been in his truck. But you were also stubborn. And you had good reasons not to kiss him right now (even though they were getting harder and harder to remember by the second).

“Darling, I’d go wild for you with my hat on.” 

You swallowed. Hard. 

“So why am I not wearing it?”, you asked through gritted teeth. You couldn’t quite believe just how easily this whole situation was getting under your skin. But it seriously hurt your ego - and not just that. The fact that Jake hadn’t told you about something so important in his hometown, some, as ridiculous as it may be, piece of culture, something that would so clearly show everyone that you were dating him, really, actually, seriously dating him, stung more than you wanted to admit. It was like someone had asked him outright if he was taken and he’d said no. 

“‘Cause I told you to wait”, he drawled, “Didn’t I? Wait ‘til you’re a real cowgirl.” 

Curiosity and frustration were mixing in your stomach, a weird, dangerous combo. You grabbed for his collar, pulling on it just a bit too hard - nothing he couldn’t stand his ground against. You were feeling insulted by all this and you found that you should let him know. 

“What’s a girl like me gotta do to become one in your eyes, hm, Hangman?” 

Hangman. You only called him that when you meant business. It was like a mother using her child’s full name whenever it got in serious trouble. Jake stiffened, fingers digging into your hips so firmly that you were sure you’d be able to see the marks in the mirror later on. You’d hit a nerve. Always did when you called him by his callsign. No more Jake, no more baby, none of that. 

“Behave”, he said, eyes fixed on yours, that one word carrying so much more meaning. You didn’t care. For once, you really didn’t fucking care. You wanted him riled up, wanted him furious, wanted him right at this breaking point. So you smiled.  

“Like a dog?” 

He’d smashed his lips on yours before you could react. 

All teeth and tongue, decisive, possessive, angry. You didn’t want to give in as quickly as you did. But he hardly left you a choice - he was everywhere, arms wrapped so tightly around you, chest pressed so firmly against yours, not giving you the option to escape, to duck away, to tease him any further. So instead of doing that, instead of making him run after you more, you let him have the control. All of it. Instead of turning, instead of making him chase you, you pulled him close to you by his collar with all the force you could manage, pulled him into you, pulled him with you as you stumbled backwards from the sudden change of weight, put your entire trust in him to keep you upright. You couldn’t breathe. You didn’t want to if that meant letting go. 

Not with how much emotion you were putting into this fucking kiss. 

Jake was the one to break away first. Pupils blown, cheeks reddened (you were sure you looked even worse), panting. You loosened your grip on his collar and ran a hand through your hair instead. 

Somewhere in the back of your head, you remembered that you were still in a bar, still in the middle of the dancefloor, still under the watchful eyes of his friends. A different part was screaming at you to fuck it and fuck him right here, right now. 

“Shit”, he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. His hat let a shadow fall over both your faces. “You’re gon’ be the death of me someday.” 

“Hopefully not too soon”, you teased, a smile playing on your lips as he pulled back just a bit. “I still gotta find out how to become a cowgirl after all.” 

The corner of his mouth quirked up as well. He raised his eyebrows, examining you for a second. 

“You really wanna know, sweetheart?” 

You let out a laugh. “Fuck yeah.” 

He leaned in close, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, and you had to swallow. This felt intimate, somehow. 

“You’re gon’ be a cowgirl once you rode your cowboy.” 

Your breath caught in your throat. He pulled back with a grin. Smug, you realised. He was so fucking proud of himself for this - for having caught you off guard like that. You couldn’t let him win that easily. Not with that already inflated ego. 

“All of this just to get me into your bed?”, you chuckled. “Damn, Seresin. Lotta work for no reason, hm? I’m in it at the end of every day anyway.” 

He shrugged - as best as he could with his hands still on your waist. 

“What can I say? I aim to please.” 

You couldn’t help but grin too. The angry, sizzling tension had dissolved into something much more pleasant, much more dizzying. Something that set your skin ablaze and your mind on fire. You grabbed one of his hands from your waist and intertwined your fingers with his. 

“Want to get out of here?”, you asked. He leaned in and kissed you with a smile - slow and steady and sensual, wholly different from before. 

When he pulled back, you were breathless again. 

“Always.” 

[macarthurpark]

accidental pregnancy with fordsie :3

since you've made your way back to gravity falls for the summer, you hadn't stopped looking at the long lost twin of Stanley, the rather reclusive man with streaks of both black and grey in his head and a stoic frown of focus always on his lips.

safe to say, after he'd accidentally pulled you against him due to a reaction between the necklace on your bosom, the bracelets on your wrists, and the metal attracting device in his hand during a day of experimentation in the forest, there wasn't much stopping you both from developing a deeper interest.

ford was somewhat reserved, you weren't-- you liked singing karaoke at greasy's every Friday, and he couldn't be caught dead even attending such an establishment without either his brother or great niece and nephew, and Stanley would have to buy him fries if he wanted his brother to stay longer than ten minutes.

all these differences mattered little when he'd offhandedly mentioned Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons in a conversation with Dipper in front of you. after one game and a passionate screaming match between the two of you that reverberated through the mystery shack's floorboards, it was clear that a match had been made by the gods. even ford found himself unable to let you go from his mind when fall arrived and your lease had run out.

so, after some passive aggressive encouragement from Mabel on her grunkle's behalf, you stayed in your little rental in town. you took up some shifts at the mystery shack (stanley offered, not only for the extra help and lower than legal minimum wage, but also to watch with popcorn as his Sixer would grow red and all eager to discuss his latest discovery with you), and sometimes you even spent the night in his room.

it was all friendly at first, him offering a bed after you two spent the evening after playing Dungeons after his studies; it was nothing more than a sleepover, he'd tell himself! his thoughts couldn't defy the fact that his body burned to even consider sleeping nearby someone nearly a third of his age, as beautiful as you were.

(how he wasn't sheepish by those green shorts he wore to sleep, you had no clue. at least you liked the look of them when he wore them in the mornings, his hair all mussed with sleep and his glasses resting lazy on his nose.)

his bed was a twin size, too small to share between two grown adults, and he'd usually offered to sleep on the floor if you stayed overnight, even as the infatuation between you two grew obvious. No matter how tightly he would hold you close as you cuddled or how hungrily he could kiss you if you accidentally helped him with a discovery, he refused to sleep in his own damned bed, just because you were there.

until one night, he'd gotten the hint when you refused to let him go as he tried to slip away and lay on the floor.

he really got the hint when you straddled him instead of returning the stiff 'goodnight' he gave you.

the poor man's glasses had fogged up as he was fucked into next week by you.

such was the life of ford for the next few months or so, and time even came where he'd felt jealous on the nights you weren't asleep next to him.

one evening came where you weren't with him, for he'd been too busy with his work to chat. it was no big deal, not for you-- you already had felt rather drained, so it would be a peaceful night in for once. you were excited to crack open a beer, and watch some old reruns of the golden girls, anyway.

as soon as you'd flicked off the bottle cap of the beer, your nose wrinkled-- was something in the fridge bad? did a animal shit right outside your damn front door? you sniffed around till you leaned close to the fresh beverage in your hand-- and you gagged violently before dropping the glass in a panic. now there was glass and beer all over your tile!

what the fuck just happened!

you'd thought the beer had somehow went bad with such a vile smell that emanated from it, and you'd plan to give stanley the rest of the twelve pack when you saw him the next day. whether he'd drink it himself or sell it off as some sort of evil potion, you didn't care.

you tried to move on after cleaning up the mess, making some popcorn and finding almost an exact same reaction-- except this time, you did end up puking into the bowl when your senses became overwhelmed with the scent and buttery taste all at once. the better question now showed itself-- what was going on with you? How had you suddenly lost all taste for the things you loved to consume?

Later that evening, you could only seethe as Stan cracked open and drank one of your precious beers with a healthy chug, an echoed belch following you through the hallways to Stanford's office so loudly that you couldn't help but get pissed off. what a waste of perfectly good beer on that old con!

you went to ford about your concerns, even he was confused by such a reaction-- so of course, now you were sitting on his desk as he scrutinized you heavily. you'd given samples of your nail trimmings and had your armpits examined, but you trusted that your eccentric older boyfriend knew what he was doing.

"there's no tautness of skin...hmm... your palate remains the same..." He was busy muttering to himself, ignoring any actual question you made to his low words, and he turned away to look through his drawers again. He paced around from desk to desk in his lab, but Ford was finally returning to stand before you after a few minutes of scrounging.

"it could very well be a leech or some bug from swimming in that putrid lake! If you'll allow me to obtain a full body scan, I'll check to see if all is in order."

With a raise of his hand, you could see Ford had brought out this weird device that looked more like a gun than anything from your perspective. of course you shrieked and tried to dodge the end of it that was pointed at you. "hey, hey hey HEY!"

Pausing with a confused stare, the poor man was more caught off guard than anything as he watched you flail and shriek, but he was resting the object aside as he tried to calm you down.

"heavens above, y/n! its a wireless X-ray gun! it's harmless, it cant even emit radiation! sit down!" his voice boomed, more annoyed that you would think he'd hurt you than being willing to calm your sudden shock. you sat back on the counter, more shaken than annoyed or fearful, and pondering quietly as he pointed the thing first at the top of your head-- he could see the results from his perspective as he scanned over the expanse of your form.

his brows furrowed once he passed over your head, neck and arms to see nothing. he murmured and cursed to himself one more, and you were more interested in how he'd made such a device like the one scanning you now. he slowly guided the gun down your midriff, frustrated that nothing seemed to be showing itself off out of the ordinary.

"I don't understand. Nothing is--" The very moment the machine trailed over your stomach and lower half, his hand paused, and Stanford's eyes got big.

It was small, but the eyes of a scientist like him knew when he was staring at a fetus or not. It was so little, so new, but it was resting serenely inside you.

by the gods, after the last thirty years of trekking dimensions and surviving battles against demons, how did the topic of his own fertility be the last thing on his mind whilst he had been pumping you full of seed almost weekly?

From your perspective, it was humorous to see his glasses slightly dramatize how big his stare became-- you found yourself panicked the longer he remained still and said nothing about what he was very clearly looking at inside you.

"Christ! Do I have an egg or something inside me?! Let me see, Ford!"

"NO! No, no, y-you're fine!" No longer lost in shock, he yanked back the x-ray gun as you reached out for it, more panicked than anything in that moment and already very sensitive about his inventions. Even as he reassured you all was well, the look on Stanford's face didn't seem to appease you. He was shocked at whatever he saw.

"You're not making me feel any better, Ford. Can you let me see the reading?"

"i... it cant capture an image, i-it just exposes what ever is in front of it."

Ford was still being too quiet for you to stand.

"Ford, you're being dramatic! If I'm fine, then what is with this weird silent treatment? What, is there a baby or something?" You try to laugh off his fearful gaze with your ironic statement, but Ford wasn't laughing with you. As a matter of fact, that stunned stare was turning in to something more soft at your words-- more of a puppy dog's pleading gaze.

"You... happen to have a more enlarged uterus than normal?"

you both stare at one another for a long minute. ford isn't uncomfortable with the news discovered by some awry invention of his, but he's watching you closely for any sense of negative response. he's slightly even praying that you'll just smile and give him a hug with the happy news.

you burst into tears, and ford is in panic to start hugging you close once its clear you're in need his support. you hold him close, getting his jacket wet with your tears, finally calming yourself into an unsteady silence that is more familiar to you two both.

You look up at him, and you smile.

Ford smiles back, and he can feel his heart grow so warm he thinks he might start bawling with you at any moment.

"If my assumptions are correct, we've got eight months to have Mabel plan the perfect baby shower."

[oceanlix]

Day 5: Xiaojun

Pairing: Xiaojun x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 4465

Warnings: Panty stealing, panty sniffing, perv!Xiaojun, dirty talk, teasing, masturbation (male), handjob, slight voyeurism, breast play, nipple play, slight spanking, slight degradation, fingering, begging, blowjob, hair pulling, praise, unprotected sex

Smutmas 2023 Masterlist

Dejun should feel guilty. Should is the keyword here, because he absolutely does not feel that way. You’re his friend and he should respect you more than to be stealing your used panties out of your laundry basket. But they’re right there, the opportunity presenting itself to him when the microwave announces the popcorn for movie night is done. The moment you spring up and out of your room to go grab it, his eyes drift over to the pile, trying to decide which pair he wants.

He’s not exactly sure when it started, but sometime recently he’s been seeing you in a different light. Your curves always seem to catch his eye these days, forcing him to wish away so many inappropriate boners whenever you spend time together. And when you sit on his lap during car rides with too many of your other friends, or rub up against him while dancing at the club. Frankly, you’re driving him crazy.

But Dejun doesn’t wanna push the boundaries of your friendship. He likes having you around and doesn’t want to fuck that up just to get his dick wet once or twice. So he’s tried to forget about you, meeting other girls from Tinder to try and satisfy his urges. It never works though, because they simply aren’t you. He often finds himself wishing it was you moaning beneath him, or riding him, or eagerly sucking his cock.

Today might be his limit, he finds, as he gets up and walks over to your laundry basket. You won’t miss a single pair of panties; he knows this for a fact, since you’ve frequently complained to him about the amount you’ve had to buy. He briefly wonders if any other guy you’ve slept with has stolen a pair or two before he got the idea, but quickly shuts that down. You’re only getting popcorn and he needs to hurry up before you come back.

Dejun roots around for a few seconds, passing over a few pink and white pairs. They’re not very exciting aside from a little bow on the front. Then his eyes land on a pair of lace navy blue ones, which he immediately fishes out and shoves into his jeans. He hears your footsteps in the hall and rushes back to the bed, rearranging himself just as you walk through the open door.

“Did you need something to drink before we start?” you ask, totally oblivious to the fact that he now has a pair of your underwear burning a hole in his pocket. Dejun’s cock twitches at the thought, a smirk appearing on his face. He’s about to make a dirty joke, but you whip out two bottles of beer from behind your back with a giggle. “I thought you might.”

You set the popcorn bag down on the bed and climb right over his lap to get to the other side, his eyes landing right on your ass. He fights down the urge to smack it with an open palm, shifting in his spot. Sometimes he swears you’re doing it on purpose, because why not cross the bed further down and avoid the chances of spilling the popcorn? But you smile innocently as you grab the popcorn bag, and he shakes the thought from his mind.

—-

The movie plays through without much else happening. You cuddle up a little too closely during some parts, throwing your legs into Dejun’s lap more than once. He half hopes you don’t feel his boner pressing against your thigh, but the other half hopes you do, maybe eventually turning and sliding your hand over top of his clothed dick. Unfortunately you don’t, leaving him uncomfortable in his jeans for at least the final hour.

You stretch your limbs out after turning off the screen, moaning softly as your joints crack and give you relief. Dejun tries to ignore you, gathering up the empty beer bottles you both consumed and walking to the kitchen. He can’t wait to get home and look at his prize - your stolen panties - but he can’t just rush out of here or you’ll know something’s up.

He’s in the process of rinsing the third bottle out when you wander into the kitchen, coming up behind him and slinging your arms around his waist. This isn’t new; you always get a bit clingy after drinking. But his cock is still half hard in his jeans, and now it’s trapped between your soft curves and the kitchen cabinets.

“You should stay over,” you whine cutely, rubbing your face against his back. God, does he want to. He imagines pulling you into his lap, kissing your pouty lips as he strips you of your pajamas. He wants to feel your ass in his hands, to suck on your nipples and bury his cock into your sweet, fluttering hole. His thoughts almost carry him away, that is until you poke his side abruptly with your fingers. “Well?” you ask.

He looks down at you, setting aside the beer bottle he was rinsing out for you. You look so cute, face slightly flushed and eyes glossy from the alcohol. He wants to kiss you so bad, but you’re intoxicated and while he may be a pervert, he’s at least better than that. Besides, he wants to make you look like that purely on his own effort. So he shakes his head, gently peeling you off of him.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he teases you, turning back to rinse the rest of the bottles out. “I’ve got work early tomorrow, so I have to go home.”

You pout a bit more while he finishes up, but you don’t touch him again. It’s a good thing, because he might cave in otherwise. You watch him as he collects the rinsed bottles and heads towards the front door, slipping on his shoes. “I’ll see you next week,” he grins, ruffling your hair slightly. It makes you huff, but it’s about all he can do without risking a boner popping back up.

—-

You swear you wore your navy blue panties last week, but here you are a few hours before date night, unable to find them anywhere in your laundry basket. You feel insane, wondering if your washer had really eaten another favorite pair of yours. It’s not like you ended up at a friend’s house after drinking too much either - ah, that’s right, you did go to Dejun’s recently. You grab your phone and text him as a last resort.

> Weird question, did I accidentally leave a pair of navy blue panties at your apartment last week?

You flop down on your bed. It’s kinda stupid to be asking now, it’s not like you can wear them if he finds them. They’re most likely still dirty; he’s not exactly the type to just throw your forgotten laundry in with his. Well, maybe if he answers fast enough you can do a quick load.

Meanwhile, Dejun feels his heart racing. He’s actually forgotten all about taking your panties last week, having come home and collapsed as soon as he got in the door. He finds the jeans he wore to your house and fishes them out of the front pocket, sucking in a deep breath when he sees them.

It’s fortunate that you’d been at his house last week too, providing a perfect excuse for his possession of them. Of course he had to pick one of your favorite pairs; that was just his luck.

> Yeah, they’re here in the bathroom. You should stop stripping when you’re drunk, babe. There’s some real weirdos out there!

He snickers to himself as he sends the message, holding up your panties in his hand. He takes all of two seconds to consider it before holding them up to his nose, taking a big whiff. Your scent washes over him immediately, cock springing to life. He abandons his phone on the bathroom counter and heads to his room, feeling the immediate need to rub one out.

Of course, in his eagerness, he misses your next text.

> Oh thank god, I’ll swing by and pick them up in a bit!

Dejun throws himself on his bed, hurriedly pushing his sweatpants down. They only make it to his knees before he’s wrapping your panties around his cock, groaning softly. The lace feels nice against his skin as he strokes up and down, precum dripping from his tip and staining the used fabric. His mind is in a frenzy, wondering what it’d be like to see his fluids on your pussy. Would you moan and try to hide your face from him in embarrassment? Or would you use your fingers to spread your lips wider, letting it dribble down your puffy folds? Dejun thinks he might go insane either way, squeezing the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming right away.

He edges himself for a while, alternating between frantic tugs on his cock and slow drags, further soiling your underwear with his fluids as he groans and thrusts into the air. He’s not sure how he’s going to act normal around you after doing this, not when he’s going to spend every second imagining you underneath him.

He’s so lost in thought about what your fucked out face would look like that he misses the knock at his door, followed by the turning of the lock as you enter his apartment.

Dejun gave you a key to his place for safety a long time ago, so you don’t think anything of it when you kick off your shoes at the door and start wandering around. The apartment is quiet, so you guess maybe he’s sleeping, heading right for the bathroom where he told you your underwear was found.

You stop dead in your tracks when you hear a low moan cut through the hallway, your eyes widening slightly.

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, placing a hand on the wall. You shouldn’t eavesdrop, but you’d be lying if you said you’ve never thought of your friend in that way. In fact, you’d sort of been dropping hints for months that you saw him as potentially being more than that.

Every time you went out, you made sure to dance on him for at least a few songs. You always wore your skimpiest pajamas when he came over for movie nights, hoping that one day he would just grab you and kiss the life out of you. Even sitting on his lap in crowded car rides or diner visits. Nothing ever seemed to work in your favor though.

But he doesn’t know you’re here, or he would’ve answered the door when you first knocked. His grunts flow from the bedroom rhythmically; there’s no way he isn’t jerking himself off right now. You walk closer to his door as quietly as you can, hoping the door is open at least a little bit. But even the sounds alone are a joy to hear.

You step around the corner, smiling as you see he left the door completely open. You should feel guilty and weird for spying on your friend like this, but he’s just so hot. There’s no harm if he never finds out, you reason with yourself.

However, you aren’t prepared for the sight that greets you as you get closer. Dejun’s certainly jerking off, but he’s got the navy blue panties you’ve been looking for in his hand too. He’s got your panties. Wrapped around his cock. Your mouth waters at the realization.

“Never would’ve pegged you for a total perv,” you drawl, stepping into the room. His eyes snap open in shock, then embarrassment as he tries to hide your underwear. It leaves his cock exposed, precum dribbling from the head.

“Shit, it’s not what it looks like-“ he starts, but you hold up your hand, still approaching the bed. You sit down beside him and slap a hand down on his thigh, squeezing gently. His cock twitches and more fluid leaks out, making you lick your lips.

“Kinda late for that,” you snicker, looking up at his face. He looks so cute when he’s panicking, but you decide to put him out of his misery. “You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck me, it’s not like I don’t want the same thing.”

His nostrils flare a few times before he leans forward and grabs your jaw, kissing you sloppily. You sort of fall into his lap, carefully avoiding his cock as you adjust your position.

“Never thought I’d have a chance,” he groans into your mouth, hands sliding up under your tank top. You’d rushed over here without a bra, as he soon discovers when he cups your bare breasts. “Oh my god, your tits are perfect.”

You giggle, picking up the discarded panties and examining them. “Lace, huh?” you muse, thumbing at the wet spots on the fabric. You grin and wrap the panties around his cock again, stroking experimentally. His breath stutters and he pauses to look down, the sight of your small hand around his dick making his brain fizzle out.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growls, squeezing your breasts in his hands. Now it’s your turn to moan, head falling forward. “Oh, keep doing that, sweetheart.”

He pushes your shirt up so he can actually see your bare tits, thumbs circling around the areolas. You push your chest into his hands, sighing as you continue to work his cock with the panties. Dejun thinks he’s going to cum embarrassingly fast at this rate, but he can’t bring himself to stop. His fantasies are all coming true right now, and he just wants to take it all in as it happens.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he rasps, rolling a nipple between his fingertips. You mewl, thumbing at the head of his cock and spreading the precum around. “God, you’ve been taunting me for months-“

“You noticed?” you interrupt, eyes snapping open. You smirk, squeezing the shaft a little and making him groan. “I was starting to wonder if you were really that oblivious.”

His mind reels with the admission that you’d been trying to get his attention. He could’ve had you sooner? The thought drives him crazy, so he grabs your waist and rolls you underneath him, caging you in with his arms.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he growls, sliding a hand down your stomach. He pauses for a second at the waistband of your leggings, glancing up for reassurance. When you nod, he peels them down, groaning as he realizes you didn’t wear underwear over here either. “Look at you, soaking the bed already.”

You let him roll you onto your stomach, enjoying the way he manhandles you like it’s nothing. You’ve dreamed about it for months, and now it’s finally happening. You let out a yelp when he smacks your ass suddenly, watching it jiggle.

“Bad girl, keeping this a secret from me,” he continues, cupping your pussy from behind. You groan, trying to shift yourself around for some relief, but he smacks your ass again in warning. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded, do they?”

You shake your head, tears filling your eyes as you get more frustrated. Dejun grabs your hips and pulls you up onto all fours, teasing his fingers over your wet folds. The pressure isn’t enough, but you’d rather that than having him pull away, so you breathe shakily and let him do whatever he wants to you.

“Can’t believe you’d deny yourself of what you really want,” he murmurs, leaning over your back. You’re reminded that he’s still mostly clothed, the fabric of his t-shirt brushing against your skin.

“Please,” you whine, “I wanna touch you too!” He pauses, sighing before pushing you onto your back again. You catch yourself just in time to watch him peel off his shirt, mouth watering as you rake your eyes down his form.

Dejun takes your hands and puts them on his chest with a smirk. ”Go ahead, baby. Touch me,” he teases you, dragging one down to his cock. He wraps your smaller hand around the shaft and groans, guiding you slowly.

Something’s so hot about the way he controls your hand, your pussy throbbing as he makes you jerk him off. You feel the urge to have his cock in your mouth, so you look up with pleading eyes.

“Put it in my mouth,” you beg, and Dejun thinks you’re going to kill him tonight if you keep acting like this. The girl of his dreams wants to suck him off? Say less, honestly.

He lets go of your hand and stands up, kicking off his sweatpants the rest of the way. His cock is heavy in his hand as he holds it, motioning you over to the edge of the bed. You crawl over and lay down right underneath him, giggling when he pokes his tip at your lips.

You open your mouth for him and he slides his dick inside easily, groaning at the hotness of your mouth. He can’t help but thrust just a little further, enjoying the way your throat rapidly constricts around him. He’s got to be the luckiest guy in the world, getting to see you like this.

“Fuck, you’re so hot!” he moans, as you grip his thighs and take him deeper into your throat again and again. Your breasts jiggle as you suck him off, the sight driving him crazy. He doesn’t even care that he’s about to cum, instead wondering if you’ll let him cum down your throat or on your tits.

“Where do you want me?” he asks, squeezing the base of his dick as he pulls it out from your mouth. You smirk, opening your mouth wide for him. Dejun’s brain fizzles out entirely as he buries his dick in your throat with a groan, hand cupping your jaw carefully as he holds you there. “Fuck,” he mutters, letting his load go.

It feels like he cums for ages, his hot seed filling your mouth over and over. Eventually you can’t swallow any more, the white fluid dribbling out of your mouth as you push him away. Dejun kneels on the bed next to you, admiring your glossy eyes.

“That was amazing,” he says, brushing your hair off your face. You look at him quickly, a mischievous smile on your lips.

“We’re not done here yet,” you purr, pushing his chest until he falls back against the pillows. You climb on top of him, your wet pussy leaking onto his abdomen as you run your fingers over his chest.

Dejun thinks he’s going to pass out. He watches as your hands roam his body, already feeling his dick coming back to life with each and every touch of your small hands. He can’t wait to fuck you, to feel that sweet cunt wrapped around him tightly.

“So,” you start, humming to yourself as you wrap your hand around his half hard dick. “Did it turn you on that much to steal my panties?” You look at him with a grin, rubbing your fingers over the head and watching it dribble pathetically.

“So much,” he groans, head falling back against the pillows. “You didn’t even know they were gone, but I had them wrapped around my dick. So, so, so many times, too.” Dejun lifts his head suddenly and smirks. “Just imagining it was that cute little pussy of yours drove me crazy, you know?”

You can’t help but moan a little at his shamelessness. The thought of your friend jerking himself off repeatedly with your underwear shouldn’t be so appealing, but maybe you’re a little more twisted than you realize. Either way, it makes you stroke his cock faster, eager to finally get him inside of you.

“Come here,” Dejun says, motioning you to get closer. You lean forward, a bit surprised when he pulls you in for a deep kiss. Even through your horny brain, you can tell it’s not just an in the moment thing.

“Before we take this any further, you do know that I like you, right?” Dejun looks at you sincerely and brings your free hand over his heart, your heart fluttering in your chest a bit. “I don’t want to do this if you aren’t sure.”

You melt just a little bit, leaning down to kiss him again. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Dejun. And I don’t just mean your cock, though I’d really like it inside of me soon.”

He grins, grabbing your hips and rolling you underneath him. “Good thing you don’t have to wait anymore, baby girl,” he coos, spreading your legs. He kisses up your inner thigh, lapping at your juices with his tongue. Honestly, he wants to make you cum on his face first, but you’re pulling on his hair so tightly that he guesses you want his cock just a little bit more right now.

“We can do that later,” you tell him when he looks up at you, reaching down to spread your lips apart. Your pussy looks so inviting, Dejun’s mouth watering as he strokes his cock. “I need you inside of me.”

It doesn’t take but a few more strokes for him to be ready, gently teasing you with the head as he rubs it up and down your folds. You groan and tug at your nipples in frustration, making him chuckle as he grips your jaw and forces you to look at him.

“You’re so cute and needy,” Dejun teases, eyes trailing down your body slowly. It’s still a dream that you’re under him like this, so he wants to commit everything to memory in case you later change your mind. He doesn’t think you will though, not with the way you’re looking back at him right now.

“Can you fuck me already?” you say abruptly, making him snort. That’s the girl he knows and loves, always to the point. He rolls his eyes at you and slides his cock inside, enjoying the way your eyes roll back in your head from the feeling.

“Good enough for you?” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you again. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of your lips, so soft and pliant against his own. Dejun knows this version of you won’t last long, so he takes full advantage of it while he can, running his hands gently up and down your sides.

All you can really do is squirm and moan underneath him, desperate to get any kind of friction. But Dejun holds you still, kissing you over and over. His lips trail down your neck, smiling to himself when he feels you gasp suddenly. He loves having this effect on you.

“Please,” you whisper in frustration. He’s nipping at your chest now, but you slide a hand through his hair and force him to look up at you. “Move,” you practically beg.

Dejun wants to drag it out a little longer, but when you ask him like that, he can’t really resist. Plus, his cock is throbbing inside of you, his release just around the corner. With a grin, he adjusts your leg over his shoulder and looks into your eyes.

“Are you ready, pretty girl?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer to start moving. The first stroke is so deep you’re throwing your head back into the pillows, unable to hold back your moan. You can feel his cock slide against your walls, hot and hard.

“Fuck,” you curse, arching your back.

Dejun chuckles, kissing the inside of your knee. “I thought that’s what I was doing,” he teases you. The pace he sets is quick, chasing both his high and yours. You dig your nails into his back and cry out with every thrust, your pussy fluttering around his cock.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm coming on, but you don’t really care at this point. You put your mouth next to Dejun’s ear and whisper that you’re close, smirking as you feel his hips falter a little. It feels good to once again have the upper hand in this situation, even if only for a second.

Dejun lets your leg drop from his shoulder, positioning it around his hip instead. He’s fucking you like the world is ending, powerful thrusts sending you further up the bed with each passing second. You reach down to play with your breasts, forcing a groan from his mouth as he becomes entranced by the sight.

“Where should I cum?” he asks you for the second time that night, brushing stray hair out of your face. You grin and squeeze your breasts together invitingly, and that nearly sends him over the edge right then and there. “How did I get so lucky?” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you.

He reaches between your bodies and rubs quick circles on your clit, which has you cumming around his cock in record time. You wrap your arms around Dejun’s neck and hold him close to you as you ride out your orgasm, your body shaking slightly with every aftershock.

When you’re done and slumped against the pillows, he pulls out of you with a hiss and kneels over your spent body, quickly jerking his cock over your heaving chest. You look up at him with glossy eyes and it sends him right over the edge, white ropes of cum splattering all over your warm, damp skin.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out, collapsing next to you. You’re about to agree, but Dejun cups your cheek and gives you the softest kiss, melting all thoughts from your brain entirely. “That was amazing,” he adds as he pulls away.

You don’t know what to say now that it’s all over, your eyes fixed on a random spot on the bed. You know you should clean up and go to the bathroom, but you still need time to process the fact that you just fucked your best friend.

“Hey, you know I wasn’t lying, right?” You turn your head at Dejun’s voice, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. “I really, really, really like you. And not just for your pretty underwear.”

You snort out a laugh, smacking his chest. “Oh my god, please. And yes, I believed you the first time. I just…need to let all of this sink in.”

He wiggles his eyebrows, sliding a hand down your side until he’s gripping your ass. “Sink in? Maybe I should sink into something, too.”

You hit him again, a little harder than before. “Shut up, perv,” you groan, burying your face in his chest at the implication. But you can’t help the arousal that pools in your gut, already thinking of round two.

[bitchface24-7]

We know the Winchester Brothers Obsess over one another, it’s canon and blatant text within Supernatural.

Here’s a little blurb I came up with cause I can’t sleep and it’s 2:10 in the morning :)

——————

Sam loves his big brother. It’s a given. After everything they’ve been through it’d be unfathomable for them not to love each other.

But Sam can’t stand the fact Dean doesn’t seem to love him as much as Sam loves him. Sam knows Dean loves him, would do anything for him. But it seems like Dean’s avoiding him.

He’s going to bars more often and hooking up with the first girl he sees. There’s been too many times Sam had to leave their shitty motel room cause Dean wanted to get his dick wet. It’s frustrating, it’s embarrassing. The only thing that weirdly enough makes it better is the fact Dean is constantly wearing his amulet Sam gifted him all those years ago.

Those girls may be there for the moment, but Sam is Dean’s for life.

Sam thinks Dean doesn’t love him as much as he loves Dean. He’s proven wrong on one of their hunts though.

By a Siren.

——————

“I gave him what he needed. And it wasn’t some bitch in a g-string. It was you, his little brother.” The siren taunts as Dean holds Sam, his sharp knife digging into Sam’s throat. Sam damn near blacks out at that. A demon known to take on its victims sexual fantasies; and Dean’s is Sam?

The confrontation goes rapidly with Bobby coming in and saving their asses. Stabbing Dean in the shoulder and the demon in the back.

Sam doesn’t know what to think, he doesn’t know what to say. So he keeps quiet. The pleading look on Dean’s face help him make that choice as well.

——————

“What did he mean?” Sam questions out of the blue one day, months after that fateful hunt.

Dean looks over to Sam in confusion from the motels couch, “Who Sammy, Darren? The waiter from the diner? It was an innuendo that meant butt se—“ before Dean can finish his taunt, Sam cuts him off with an eye roll, “No Dean, not Darren. I know what he meant. I meant the siren from a few months ago.”

At the mention of that hunt, Dean shuts down. His expression flattens and he somehow metaphysically pulls away from Sam. Sam can’t get a read on him; and he hasn’t been able to do that since he was a baby.

“Nothin’ Sammy. It means nothing.” Dean mutters as he takes a long swig from his beer, the sports game playing on the TV now Deans main focus.

Sam scoffs at that lame ass excuse, “Bullshit. It means something and I think I have the right to know what that is.”

“The hell you do! You don’t need to know everything you fucking snoop, leave it be!” Dean’s voice raises as his jaw clenches. Sam raises an eyebrow at his brothers aggressive reaction. He’ll get Dean to crack, one way or the other.

Sam decides to taunt Dean. With an over-exaggerated flip of his hair, Sam quotes the siren, “I gave him what he needed. And it wasn’t some bitch in a g-string. It was you, his little brother.” Sam says in a fake saccharine tone. Batting his eyelashes at his older brother before getting serious.

“Dean, Siren’s take on their victims greatest sexual fantasy. Their celebrity crush, the one that got away, the server from your favourite restaurant. All that shit. But yours was… me. Why?”

Dean purses his lips and takes an even bigger sip of his bear, wetting his lips as a drop trails down his neck. Dean wipes it away when the back of his hand with a morose sigh. Sam quickly averts his eyes from that gesture.

“You just answered your own damn question Sammy.”

Sam gapes, “I’m your biggest sexual fantasy? How, why?”

Dean rolls his eyes at his brothers shock, “I don’t even know where to begin Sammy. I’ve always loved you. I’m not sure when the wires got all tangled and fucked up but it happened. I guess being the main one to take care of you really messed everything up, huh?”

Sam wants to cry a bit. It does make sense, Dean is everything to him. His mother, his father, his brother, and his best friend. All they’ve known all their lives is each other. They’re each other’s greatest weakness.

“If it’s any consolidation Dean, my siren looked like you too.” Sam quietly states as he gets up from his laptop and moves to sit next to Dean. Stealing the beer from his limp hand and taking a massive swig. Deans eyes and lips part minutely.

“You… wait— what?” Dean questions, his words barely escaping his lips. Sam just smiles and kisses his brothers cheek; as close to his mouth as he can, before shuffling around and getting comfortable. Leaning into Dean’s side he makes himself small to cuddle up to Dean. “So… who’s winning?”

Dean just huffs a laugh at the blatant change of subject, steals back his beer and continues to watch the game, “Look at the top left corner. It tells you.” Sam rolls his eyes, “You know I’m not a big sports person. I don’t know the team names from just a few letters!” The two continue to bicker, as if nothings changed.

In all honesty, it really hasn’t. Their unspoken bond has finally been brought to the light.

[lemonyko0]

Red or Black? - jjk

"i'm gonna sit on your face if you don't stop talking, actually."

» description: jungkook has made it his mission to annoy you as much as he possibly can, in hopes you'd shut him up just the way he wants you to. established relationship, kinda crack, fluff, smut !!!

» wc: 3.4k

Red or Black - jjk

jungkook was a color guy, which you knew early on. he was picky, but he’d never admit it. he likes what he likes, and he knows what he likes.

“i told you the black looked better.”

“wrong, red does.” you corrected. he tsks from the bed, watching you get ready with the red dress on instead of the black.

“single girls wear red, you're not single.”

“no one's reserved a color for a relationship status jungkook.” you eyed him and he grinned, he totally made that up. he’d say anything just to get a rise out of you. he’d been feisty all day and as time draws on it just got worse. “you're being cheeky today.”

he falls onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, having been dressed to match your black dress for half an hour. it wasn't your fault he did that, you didn't ask him to. it was the inner workings of his brain. somewhere in that sickly possessive brain of his he thought, surely no one else would look at you if it was obvious you were together, you’d be matching! everyone would have to know, you were his.

“you have a red button up too, koo.” you grinned while finishing your makeup. it was your subtle way of telling him you not only knew what he was doing, but that it wasn't the end of the world, because other colors do exist, even in his wardrobe.

“i don't look as good in red.” you gave him the really? look, and he sat up on the bed. “whatever. wear your stupid red dress, i didn't wanna take it off of you anyway.”

you grab your purse for the night and shake your head, “are you gonna change or not? because i'm ready to go.”

he shakes his head petulantly, “nope, i've been ready.”

you laughed, “alright then casanova, lead the way.”

as you assumed, jungkook continued his wronged lover act. it was a lighthearted running joke between the two of you, it wasn't like your friends noticed. they were too busy celebrating your friend's 23rd birthday to know or care about anything besides the free food and open bar.

jungkook spent his time at the tables with the other guys/boyfriends. the girls called this “patrolling” or “guard-dogging” since it gave you and your friends all the room to safely enjoy yourselves.

you knew for a fact that his eyes never left your body, even getting up a few times to “get another drink” or “check the game” when his drink was half full and he could not care less about baseball.

you were about two and a half drinks in the third time he did this, moving around to get a better view when you left the crowd to come to him. “you stalking me?” he asked you.

you chuckled, “yeah, it's me staring at you and not the other way around.”

“it's okay, i know i look good in black.” he grinned, sipping on his beer, “for the record, you do too.”

you rolled your eyes, “you’re still going on about that dress.”

“you looked gorgeous in it.”

“and i don't in this one?” his eyes scanned yours, he knows you put him in a trap.

“actually, i like the red one.”

“you’ve suddenly changed your mind?” he hummed, “why?”

he shook his head, “can't tell you here.”

your brows furrowed, and maybe a little tipsy, you draped your arms around his neck and looked up at him, “you can't tell me?”

he shook his head, “definitely not, if you keep looking at me like that.”

you smiled and pulled him close, “do you want me to let go?”

his grip on your hips tightened, “absolutely not.” you thought this was as good a chance as any, leaning up to close the gap between your lips and his and he pulls you back with a grin, “you don't wanna do that baby.”

you pouted, “i don't wanna kiss my boyfriend?”

he shook his head, “ask me again.”

you furrowed your brows, “i don't wanna kiss-”

“no, not that. ask me why i like the red dress.”

you blinked, “okay, why do you like the red dress koo?”

he leaned in close, letting his nose flutter against yours, “because i can’t wait to take it off of you.”

you threw your head back and sighed, “jungkook.” he chuckled, “you actually are exhausting.”

“what? was that not where this was going?”

you released him and turned back to the party, “baby,” he held onto your wrist, “where are you going?”

“to dance with the birthday girl, that is why we're here.”

he shook his head, “we’ve been here long enough, let's go home.”

“i can’t leave-”

“we've been here almost three hours, and look,” he pointed to the dance floor, more specifically at birthday girl, dancing very suggestively with some guy, “she’s not gonna be here much longer anyway, why should we?”

that was enough convincing to get you into an uber and back home in half an hour. jungkook announced, “okay, i'm tired.”

you blinked twice and laughed, thinking it was a joke, until he b-lined for his bedroom and his dresser.

“are you being difficult on purpose?”

he turned his back to you, “what are you talking about?” he grinned.

you smacked his shoulder, “you are so annoying! what is with you today!”

he faked an ‘owe’ and looked at you, “what's with me? you're the crazy one y/n.”

“now you're just gaslighting me.” he stared, grinning, and shook his head. he turned back to his dresser and unbuttoned his shirt before tossing it into the laundry bin. you had a perfect view of his back muscles and his thin waist. he was totally doing this on purpose.

it was fucking working.

you knew the only way to win was to play into his games. he wanted you fired up, and you’d show him just how fired up you were. he’d see it as winning, but that just meant he’d work harder instead of sulking about caving first.

you pulled him away from his dresser before he could redress himself and pushed him onto the bed, “is this what you were hoping for? wanted me to get mad at you?”

he was surprised, as if he didn't think you’d actually do it, and he smiled while thumbing your cheek, “i would never purposefully rile you up so you'd fuck me like you meant it, that doesn't sound like something i'd do at all.”

you straddled him and leaned in close, “i figured that out this morning. you're not slick.”

he shrugged, “i didn't think i was being subtle, i knew it'd still work.” you felt his hands run up your thighs, one parting at your hips while the other ghosted up your back and to your shoulder, flicking down the strap of your dress, “so you gonna fuck me or what baby?” he grins, leaning in close enough to kiss but not doing it.

“what was all of that about hating this dress so bad you wanted to rip it off of me?”

“well i didn't say it like that-”

“don't you?”

he ticks his head, “i want you to want me to rip your dress off.”

“i do!” his eyes widen and you’ve decidedly had enough of his back and forth. his whole thing was to not initiate, to just keep poking at you until you caved. you grabbed his neck and pushed your lips against his, letting him fall onto his back as you lick at his lips. you try to roll your hips or feel his skin but your dress makes it practically impossible so you part long enough to growl at him, “will you take this fucking dress off now?”

he laughs, “i’ve been dying to since you put it on.” you reconnect your lips and feel his hands unzip your dress from behind you, impatiently lifting your dress up above your hips and over your head. he pulls back to look at you and sighs, “i fucking knew it.”

you furrow your brows and look down at your body where he was staring, “oh shut up.”

he sat up on his elbows, “i knew you were wearing black!”

“you did not know! i changed in the bathroom.”

you pushed him back down and kissed him again but he pushed you away, “i knew you'd have it on underneath. i told you, you look fucking great in black.”

you throw your head back with a sigh, “jungkook.” his eyes ran along your body to your face, “shut up.”

he grinned and pulled you back down, one hand lost in your hair as the other pushed your ass against him repetitively. the silence last for about two minutes before he had to ruin it again, “i don't know if i can take this off of you.”

“i will.”

“it'd be against my morals, you look too perfect.” you found his obsession cute, but he was still testing your patience. you placed kisses along his jaw and on his neck, listening to him hum and groan as you moved your hips, “you’d look good in red too, by the way.”

you buried your face in his chest and sighed, taking a moment before lifting your head to see him smiling, “i’m gonna sit on your face if you don't stop talking, actually.”

“i thought you liked words of affirmation? i'm telling you you look sexy in everything.”

“i know. tell me later. take your pants off.”

“you're on top of me, you take my pants off.”

you sigh, sinking to your knees and pulling his pants down, “do you have a gag?”

he shakes his head, “not for men.”

you tsk, discarding his boxers as well, “i'll muzzle you.” you place kisses on his strong thighs before gripping his hard on, letting your tongue make stripes to get him wet before moving your hand. he mumbles and moans and you grin, “i like that sound much better.”

his muscles contract with his head thrown back, “yeah and i like the sound of my cock in your throat.”

you grin, kissing his tip and teasing it into your mouth, “we can both get what we want then.”

he looks down at you and has to close his eyes, “jesus, you should've been a lawyer.”

you roll your eyes, "i am a lawyer," and make him watch you take his length to the back of your throat and out with a pop, and again, and again, and he doesn't speak a single coherent word.

your hands split between stroking what you can't fit and massaging his balls, certain he’ll finish in seconds with the combination. with the way his thighs and abs flex and his consistent moaning, you're sure it's coming. you reach out to touch him like a work of art, you couldn't help it and you know he appreciates it anyway. “i-i’m gonna-”

you hum against him and it only makes it harder for him, digging his fingers in his thighs to distract him but they make no difference, finishing in your mouth with a satisfying groan.

“god, didn't know you planned on milking me dry.”

you chuckled and joined him on the bed, “it got you to shut up, didn't it?”

“yeah i’ll say,” he sits up to kiss your shoulder and neck, “was hoping you'd just shove your panties in my mouth, but that was a better idea.”

you sighed and rolled your eyes, he is just non-stop. “maybe because i was hoping you'd use that mouth for something besides annoying the piss out of me.” you pushed him back against the bed and he looked at you with raised eyebrows, “you're actually gonna sit on me?”

“don't trust you to do more pussy eating than talking if i let you do it on your own, can i?”

he just smiled and pulled you up onto him, more than eager to please and let you use him. jungkook was always determined in bed, getting as much pleasure from giving as he did receiving, so this wasn't the first time you've done this with him. in fact, it's high on his list of favorite positions, even after arguing with him that it doesn't count, he persists.

he flattens his tongue underneath you and grabs at your ass, pushing you forward. you don’t bother hesitating, having been pent up and simmering practically all day long you were craving something, anything. you think at some point you could hear your own pulse as you dragged your clit on his tongue and nose. he couldn't help but give you a little more with his tongue when you’d lift your hips for him, growing eager to hear more of your pretty helpless moans as you get off using him.

you grip onto his hair and feel yourself grow hotter and you know he’s growing impatient beneath you. to no surprise he lifts you off of him and turns you on your back, “sorry baby, i know you were having fun.”

you shook your head and moaned, “please.”

he grinned, already knowing what you needed. he barely wasted a second before attaching his tongue to your clit again and dragging his fingers up and down your slit, “you’re so wet baby, guess it worked.”

you glanced down at him between your legs with a smirk on his face. he watched your brows furrow and get ready to give him some smart ass retort and timed it perfectly to sink two fingers into you and curl them upwards, dragging them back out. “you’re- oh fuck.” you gripped the sheets and felt your stomach tighten and he continued that pattern, working his long fingers in and out of you and licking up whatever spilled out, moaning at the sight of you so turned on by him.

“god baby, you're gorgeous.” he tongued at your clit, “most perfect girl ever.” you felt him adjust the angle, hitting deeper and moving them faster as he applied more pressure onto your clit and you cried out profanities, “gonna come for me baby?” he grinned, watching your hips lift and feeling you squeeze his fingers involuntary as your high came crashing down with a melody of moans, which was truly music to his ears.

you practically had to pry him off of you, “koo, please, christ.”

he looked up at you with a slick face and a sick grin, “done?” he laughed, wiping at his face and coming up to you. “i wish i could live between your thighs.” you stared at him, hardly comprehending anything he was saying, “or listen to you moaning and calling my name and pulling my hair for the rest of my life.”

“you're almost describing marriage.”

“i'm describing much more than marriage.” he reached out and pushed your hair away from your face, running his thumb against your cheek, “but you already know i wanna marry you.”

you chuckle and jokingly push him away to hide your blush, “don't start again.”

“just making sure you don't forget.” he held back a smile and admired you, everything about you was praiseworthy to him, and he wanted to be certain you knew, all the time.

“jungkook,” you called out, he hummed, “kiss me, please.”

your stomach warmed and fluttered when he pressed his lips against yours warmly. three years and you still felt that way every time, even with just a glance from him. you knew the feeling was mutual too, because his rosy cheeks could never hide how he felt about you and his ears would go red if you simply told him he looked good today.

you kissed him harder and he licked at your lips. you felt his hands run up your thighs and pull you closer, skin to skin.

still, it wasn't enough. you craved more. you straddled his waist and hovered above him, hearing him cuss and dig his hands into your thighs just at the thought of feeling you on top of him. “can i?” you reached between you and felt him, hard and leaking pre-cum, you figured he’d be dying about now.

“god, please.”

you smiled and kissed him before turning back to grab a condom out of the bedside drawer, taking it out of its package and rolling it on, “good?” he nodded, directing his length onto your heat, feeling just his head poking was enough for you to clench around nothing and mewl, “fuck.”

he chuckled, “need help?”

you shook your head and began to sink down onto him, letting his hard cock stretch you good and moaning at the way he drags against your walls. he threw his head back with a deep groan and grabbed at your ass.

you spent a moment to steady yourself, using his broad shoulders as your grounding to start bouncing, feeling him drag in and out of you and watching his face contort.

he used one hand to run up your back and unclip your bra easily, watching you intently as you let it fall between you, and he throws it elsewhere on the bed. “god, you'll kill me.”

you don’t hold back your whines or refrain from dragging your nails across his skin, “fuck jungkook, you feel so good.”

“yeah?”

you hummed, which didn't exactly sound like a hum, “you’re so big, feel you so well.”

he rewards you with a groan, “god, can we switch please.”

“am i not doing good?” you pouted.

he shook his head quickly, “you're doing too good, i'm gonna come way too quick.” you grinned and nodded, letting him flip you over. you gladly wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer, he chuckles, “you're dangerous.” you pull him down by his neck and press your lips together and you feel him hard against your heat, allowing him to pull away to line himself up and push into you, attempting to continue to kiss you as he thrusts harder, but your need for air and whining make it difficult. He grins and straightens himself, pushing your legs back against your stomach and putting pressure on your lower stomach as he thumbs at your clit, “shit, jungkook,” you shook your head, immediately overwhelmed knowing the combination would work too well and your clit was still sensitive to the touch, “c-can’t.”

he didn’t relent, groaning as his pace quickened with his eyes glued to the spot where you connected, “yes you can baby, you can take it.” you shook your head again and mewled, “you can come for me baby.”

“fuck, yes.” you whined, eyes screwed shut as you drowned in the scene of it all, hearing him groan combined with the sound of him pounding in and out of you, and the angle he fucked into you had you feeling every inch of him. you were damned from the start, feeling the pool in your stomach flood over you and you came hard, hearing him hiss and moan, having to take a second to drink you in and watch you convulse before allowing himself to let go, filling the condom and leaning over you, before entirely crashing beside you.

you chuckled and cradled his head as he nosed your neck, neither of you able to speak just yet. you twisted and curled his dark hair between your fingers, drinking in the scent of his shampoo and the smell of sex. “don’t fall asleep on me, please.” you told him. he hummed and threw an arm over you, “koo, seriously, i’m not helping you if you fall asleep.”

he groaned, “mean. i’d help you.”

“i’m easier to manhandle than you are.”

he lifted his head and smiled at you, “yeah, you are.” he let his head rest against the bed and sat up straight, discarding his protection and turning back to you, extending you a hand, “bath, m’lady?”

you eagerly grabbed his hand and let him lead you into the restroom, getting the bath ready while you chose a bath bomb. “I’m gonna grab us clothes,” he walks past you and kisses your head. coming back a minute later with a pile of clothes, watching him separate yours and his on the counter, turning back to face you with a satisfied smile.

“all black, really?”

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hi i back :) i know i haven't posted in a while, it'll definitely improve the closer we get to summer! i was wondering, i really only post jjk, should i start writing for taehyung again? lmk if you guys have a preference!

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Award (shit)Show

There’s many things that come with being the manager of the cast of MTV’s Jackass.

Johnny Knoxville X Gn!reader (if you squint)

3k Words

(Fluff)

Warnings: Suggestive content, crude language, drug use, alcohol, vomit, flirting, bar fights (it’s Jackass)

An: Wow!! This fic took a WHILE loool little different from what I usually do, but I hope you enjoy!

“Goddamn it!!” You yelled over the shitty in ear monitor, “Where they fuck are they?!”

You always hated when this happened, but nevertheless, it was routine. You open the door to the dressing room and- poof! Just like magic, the idiots disappeared! Though you really hoped that, one day, they might, actually. Storming into the empty room like a bat out of hell, you panickedly scanned over every dusty surface, every dirty mirror and sordid piece of upholstery like your life depended on it while some poor, defenseless MTV intern stuttered some excuse over the line. You cut them off, “Yes, I know the show is in an hour!! There’s nothing I can-“

In your haste, you had neglected to notice a certain, very important detail- namely the leader of the very men you were searching for passed out on the second hand, stained, dressing room couch, half dressed, and with a beer bottle in his hand. You sighed in relief and spoke back, “Nevermind.” You clicked off your monitor.

You leaned down, grabbing the broad, bare shoulders of the unconscious man and gently shaking them. Johnny stirred, his closed eyes fluttering open just slightly- just enough for him to catch your gaze. He grumbled, his voice rougher than usual, “Hey Y/N.” You could tell he wasn’t happy to see you, but you put on your best customer service tone.

“You have an award to present in 30 minutes, Johnny!” You lied through your faux grin, knowing it was the only way to get him up. He groaned like a teenager not wanting to be woken up for school, his head falling back and grip tightening around the bottle. “C'mon! We gotta get you ready, right? Let’s get you up.” You scooped your hands under his armpits, hoisting him up with some effort and walking him over to the mirror as he dragged his bare feet on the hardwood.

Johnny squinted at the bright lights of the makeup mirror. Now, you knew he wasn’t totally sober when you walked in, but that fact was undeniable when he looked down at you with half lidded hungover eyes, with pink bloodshot scleras and blown out pupils. He cracked a smile, swaying in your hands still as he slurred in a thick southern accent, “‘look like shit, don’I?”

Well, he did, but you weren’t about to say that, especially knowing how vain Johnny was. “Pfft! Nooo! Not at all!” He chuckled, leaning down a couple inches from your face, chuckling quietly, “God, you’re so sweet.” You would’ve sworn your heart stopped for a second before you got your bearings again. But as attractive as he seemed at the moment, you did have an objective. Moving behind him, you fixed his perpetually messy hair under the yellowing, half burnt out lights of the mirror while he blinked groggily. “Look at m’fuckin eyes…i do look like shit.” He whined, examining his own face. You grabbed his glasses from his pants pocket, him having seemingly forgotten they were in there, and the world was right again. You continued fixing him up as he rambled to you, “You know that Jessica girl?”

“Simpson?” You questioned, trying to keep him busy as you stepped away to grab his shirt from the ground. “Mmhm. God, she’s great.” You were a little concerned by this as she just so happened to be presenting at the same award show you were at- something about some movie she was in.

“Not as cute as you, though.” Johnny added, giggling. That was Knoxville- always flirty when intoxicated. He feebly stuck his arms up as you came back, like he was expecting you to pull his shirt over his head. The things you have to do for this fuckin job. “See, tonight Steve’s gonna do that bit when we present…the, un, the one where he says, ‘who’s got four thumbs and loves-“ You sighed, doing as directed, tugging it onto him. “You are going to be on international television, Johnny. You have got to be on your best behavior!”

“Sorry, sorry…” You walked him back to the couch, sitting him down gently while he got hesitant at your chiding, hands in his lap. He looked up at you through his glasses with those still heart melting eyes as you explained, “I’m gonna get someone in here, okay? And they’ll take you out when everyone’s ready, but I have to go now, okay?” He nodded, and you hoped that he was actually listening. “Good! I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Usually you’d ask him to repeat your instructions back to you as Johnny had a horrible habit of just not listening very well, but you really didn’t have the time. Just like that, you zipped out of the dressing room, filtering down the crowded, chaotic hallway, clicking on your monitor again, “Can we get someone at the dressing room with some ice water? Knoxville’s more spaced out than an astronaut in there and I can not have him passing out again!” And just as you said that, there goes the intern from before, zipping past you and into the open door.

As much as you hated the job, it had its perks. For one, you could always have someone do something for you, whatever you needed, such as that intern, now newly appointed babysitter. Of course, that wasn’t consistent, as at the moment, you were stuck with dreadedly searching for the second names on the billing- Steve-O and Pontius. They always did something, and it usually end ended up as some horrendous prank on you. You squeezed through the buzzing crowded hallway, and after you got no answers from your repeated questioning of your coworkers, you resorted to the next best thing. Knocking on doors and jiggling handles- you got very close to many very famous people who completely hated you for daring to interrupt them getting ready, slamming doors in your face while in all various stages of putting on makeup or doing hair.

As you rapidly searched, you didn’t notice when the door you were knocking on swung open, as if it wasn’t closed at all, and you weren’t sure if you were relieved or more perturbed at the sight.

There, on the floor of the completely trashed dressing room, were the two giddy, semi nude men you were looking for, clad only in their, as they called their, ‘cheetahs’, in a pile of pilfered women’s clothing, giggling at each other like school girls. Upon further inspection, you noticed that that wasn’t all that they were wearing.

“Y/N!! Dude, I’m so glad you’re here!” Steve turned to you, grinning with a bloody nose and a full face of makeup, a tube of bright red lipstick in hand. “See, Pontius and I had this great idea, and-“ You rubbed the space between your eyebrows, tilting your head down. “I don’t even care. I have more important things to d- Chris, are you wearing heels?”

Chris nodded. “Well,” he rationalized in that cute, kinda dumb way, “Steve-O couldn’t walk in them, so I had to!” Well you couldn’t really argue with that. Admitly, he was the only member of the cast that could walk in heels, or at the very least pull them off, but you weren’t sure how people would react to seeing Party Boy himself in an animal print speedo and shiny candy apple red pumps. It would surely cause an uproar, but hell, it’s 2001, maybe that would be a good thing.

You furrowed your eyebrows, sighing. “Whatever, just don’t get into any more shit while I’m gone?” Cue the laughter. Cutting the noise, you got a call on your cell phone and turned to leave. Not waiting for a response, you slammed the door behind you, flipping your phone open and recognizing the number, you took the call. “Ryan?” Your eyes opened a bit wider in hope- maybe your job would be getting easier tonight. The voice that giggled back,

“Y/Nnnnnnn~…” It was Bam, hopelessly drunk. Goddamn it! You leaned against the now closed door behind you. “When- when’s that- uh…that show again?” You could hear the crowded bar behind his voice as Bam talked, mouth too close to the speaker. You thought for a moment, eyes glancing up for a clock. “I think it’s at…”

Your eyes landed on the taped sheet of paper on the dressing room door and you nearly shit a brick. It read in comic sans,

Jessica Simpson

Fuuuuck. If you weren’t getting fired after this, you planned on buying a lottery ticket after this show. “Seven.” You replied matter of factly after finding a clock. Bam laughed, “No, that’s not right, cuz sevens in fifteen minutes…'dozen make ‘ny sense…”

Boom. Second heart attack of the night. Turning on your heel, you bolted for the exit, shouting for someone to go to the dressing room and watch those two while you were out. Bam just giggled on the other end of the line. “Where are you?”

“How should I know?” He drunkenly joked, “Some fucking Irish place, ‘iguess.” Wow, very helpful. You snapped the phone shut, looking around near the venue for the kind of establishment those two would frequent- nowhere good. You clicked on your monitor again to check if anything was going wrong and turned it on to your manager yelling at you, “Y/N!! Where are you?! They’re on in 15!”

“I know, I know! I’ll get back in 10! I found Chris and Steve in Jessica Simpson’s dressing room, so-“ You didn’t imagine how weird it would sound before it left your mouth. “You what?!?” “I don’t have time, just get someone in there and keep them in one place!” You clicked it off as you found what was probably the right place- a little hole in the wall-ly place called Mc’Hale’s. Parking, you threw the door open, charging into the dark, crowded establishment. Almost immediately, you found Bam and Ryan, the two having attracted a thick cheering crowd you squeezed past.

Now, you’d seen bar fights before, but nothing like this scene. Bam was swinging those limp little fists at the speed of light at the guy he had pinned up against the sticky bar while drunkenly yelling through gritted teeth, “Yeah? Yeah? How you fuckin like that? Huh?” You would’ve been concerned if the guy he picked a fight with hadn’t been at least 5 inches taller than him and seemed completely unaffected by his weak punches, laughing at him. What did concern you, however, was when Ryan, who had seemingly maintained his cool, grabbed a wooden stool from under the bar.

“Okay, okay! Time to go!” You decided to stop it before it got ugly, stepping past the barrier of people and picking up Bam by the back of his jacket like a kitten, pulling Ryan’s interest. You tugged him back, getting a good look at his face in the yellow swinging lights of the shady bar.

He stared at you with wide, glassy icy blue eyes like he was surprised that you would’ve stopped him, cheeks flushed with alcohol. A stream of blood trickled from his eyebrow, warm liquid dripping down his face and smeared on his cheek bone. Bringing your thumb to the cut, you roughly wiped the blood away, eliciting a wince from him. You scoffed, rolling your eyes as the crowd parted for you to drag him out. “Cmonnnnn…”

Like a petulant child, Bam’s legs went weak under him, pulling you down as he practically threw himself on the ground. Ryan, the significantly more sensible and coherent one, followed behind to help you, grabbing his shoulder and hoisting him up off of his feet. You threw the car door open, tossing him in the backseat while he complained, “Ryan fuckin started it!! Why’re you mad at me?!” You slamed the door as Ryan turned to you, seemingly uninebriated save for the smell of Jim Beam on his breath, “I have no idea what he’s talking about.”

Ryan sipped the beer he still had from the bar as you pulled into the theater, internally laughing to yourself in disbelief. You did it, you crazy son of a bitch. “Okay! Out, out!!” What a contrast to earlier tonight, not even caring about niceties as you hauled them out. Bam stumbled, whining the whole way, trading mumbled remarks with Ryan the whole way backstage. “God, why’da have to be such a bitch about stuff?” “ ‘M not a bitch…you’re a bitch…” Ryan chuckled, “Yeah, says the guy who pissed himself.”

“Great! Just great!” You ranted on your monitor, standing by the stage door keeping watch over Bam and Ryan, “We have two drunks- one who pissed himself, two guys in makeup- one in heels, and the star of the whole program so high he can't stand! Mtv is just going to love this!” Ryan leaned towards your microphone, chucking, “Oh, I'm sure it’s all just gonna go great.”

“Here comes wonderboy.” Bam leaned forward, snickering at the sight- the tiny intern lugging the barefoot, comparatively huge Johnny along. “Hey, Knoxville! How’re you doin?” He licked his hips, blinking hard behind his glasses at the bright lights. “Awful.” The other two nodded, in a sort of unsober solidarity. All heads turned as you heard the announcer on the other end of the curtain over the speakers, “Ladies and gentlemen, do not try this at home! Welcome the stars of Jackass, Johnny Knoxville, Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Chris Pontius, and the handsome and talented Mr. Steve- O!”

You whisper-yelled over your monitor, “Where the fuck are the other two?! They’re- they’re supposed to be here! Now!” The person on the other end of the line couldn’t come up with an answer, stuttering something about the dressing room. You bolted in that direction, throwing one the door.

“Where the fuck did they get duct tape?!” You questioned, less concerned with the silver bound gentlemen on the floor and more concerned with how they got there. Idiots. You grabbed them under the arms and tugged them to their feet, not even nothing to get them out of the silver wrapped around their wrists and ankles. “Oh, Y/N! My hero!” Steve joked as they shuffled along to the others. Finally, everyone was together and you could start the parade of freaks, almost on schedule!

Now drenched in sweat, you slank to the back room with all the tv monitors, exhaustedly throwing your jacket on the stiff office chair and melting into it, your head falling backwards and switching the channel of your monitor so you would be speaking to cast, not crew. Crowd applause and the twangy tones of Corona echoed from the tinny desk speakers as the footage thousands of Americans would be watching played out first and foremost on the shitty little computer in front of you. “Wow, Steve O!!” The charming talk show guy who hosted the show started, “Can- can I ask about the dress?”

The dress? Your head snapped up, and there it was, fitting his gangly frame surprisingly well, a cobalt blue sequined mini dress that shimmered under the stage light so beautifully- it would’ve looked stunning on anyone except, well, Steve-O. Pontius giggled, “The dress? Or the heels?” Talk show boy glanced down, “Heels?! Oh- oh wow!” He chuckled unbelievingly. Steve licked his lips, leaning into the microphone, “Well, the thing is- it’s such a special night!” He tucked a non-existing lock of hair behind his ear while avoiding the question, “And- and I’m just so star struck right now.” Knoxville nodded, leaning in to speak as he wobbled against the lectern like an unstable vase, “Y’know, I just can’t believe I’m on stage with you man- what’s your name again?”

Slightly insulted in the way people who think highly of themselves get, he opened his mouth to speak to speak, but almost as if on cue, Bam leaned forward and, with much bravado, heaved over the lectern, dripping down the side of the stage and delicately spraying the tuxedoed crowd in the very first row with bright green Midori Sour flavored vomit.

And the ‘ew’s. Chaos, choreographed like a balet- it always seemed to play out like this. Ryan, who had up to this point mostly gone under the radar and was seemingly the only one keeping this award train rolling, swiped the now warm, neon green card from the stand, “So, who’s this award going to anyway…?” Abandoning all plans, the host tore it from his hands, quickly ripping it open.

“Jessica Simpson!!” He feigned excitement as your stomach dropped. This could either go well or probably, most likely, very bad. And she walked onstage all pretty, waving to the audience and smiling like a Barbie doll while avoiding the aforementioned green puddle. She walked up to the cheap, unstable lectern, giving the garden variety acceptance routine. So lucky to win actress of the year, I’d like to say blah blah blah. Applause! And as the studio cameras panned, she leaned back from the microphone to say something. However, she didn’t move enough. Still caught on the feed, she turned to Pontius with sarcasm, “I really like your heels.”

“I like your heels too!” All insult was lost on Chris, laughing at his own dumb joke. Jessica scoffed, crossing her arms and walking offstage, completely disregarding Steve’s own attempt to get at her. The crowd roared with laughter, as did you. More likely than not, the whole thing would be cut out for home broadcasting, but god, it was good. It always was.

[knoxslut]

envy : johnny knoxville

💗warnings: jealous johnny, kind of rough smut, alcohol

💗summary: you and johnny had been best friends but one night he confesses something that changes ur relationship forever!!

💗a/n: I kind of hate this but it’s my first fic pls don’t bully me 🤙🤙

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Being a part of the jackass cast was the best job you could’ve asked for. You get to hang with your buddies all day for work, and at night you go to parties, bars, and clubs with them. Although it could be tough to deal with them sometimes, you could always handle it.

You had been best friends with bam and his family since you were young. You and the cKy crew grew up together. That’s how you eventually landed your spot in the jackass crew.

The moment you met the infamous Johnny Knoxville, something clicked. You two hit it off instantly, cracking each other up with jokes and stories. He was your best friend besides your cky buddies. Everyone would always tease you two about “how in love” you were, and you pretended to not care and be grossed out by it, even if you really did have a little crush on him. You knew he would never feel the same, so you tried your best to hide your feelings for him from everybody.

Work had run long into the night, and everyone decided to go out on the town together and meet up at some bar a little ways from set. You rushed home and put on a cute outfit that you hoped would spark attention.

Arriving at the bar, you saw bam, ryan, johnny, spike, and steveo sitting at a table in the back of the bar, sipping on beers, talking and laughing. You started walking over and they immediately put their eyes on you. “Y/n’s here!” Steve-o shouted. He stood up and hugged you with a firm, joking hit on the back. “Where’s everyone else?” You say. “They’re coming soon, probably fucking around on set still.” Bam says.

You can feel somebody’s eyes lingering on you. Johnny is staring at you, up and down, down and up, until he gets to your face. “Hey y/n. Sit down!” Johnny says, with his signature smile on his face, patting the seat next to him. You smile and sit as you see pontius, dave, ehren, wee-man, and preston walk into the bar.

After an hour or two, the bar is full and people are crowded on the dance floor. Everybody but johnny and spike are either getting more drinks, or dancing. You, steveo and pontius are on the dance floor, being stupid but having the time of your lives. “You look really pretty tonight,” pontius says to you. “Really? Thanks!” You say, genuinely complimented. Steve-o has found some girl to dance with, so you and pontius come to a silent agreement to be dance partners. You guys start dancing to whatever song is playing, holding hands. As the dancing progresses, you end up with your face pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around his waist, and his arms dangerously low on your back. You look over to johnny, who’s staring at you with an expression on his face you just can’t seem to figure out.

You and pontius are looking each other in the eyes, smiling and giggling together about something when you feel an arm grab you. You whip your head around ready to punch someone, but it’s Johnny. You were confused as to why he has grabbed you, but you smiled at him nonetheless. “Can I talk to you outside for a second? Sorry Pontius.” He says, sternly and quickly. He yanks you out of chris’s grip and pulls you out the back door of the bar, and faces you once you come out of the door.

You look at him with confusion. “What were you doing out there?” He says to you. You’re trying to look into his eyes to grasp any sense of emotion but you can’t because of his aviators. “Having fun, what are you talking about?” “I’m talking about the fact that you were letting Chris undress you with his eyes and then grope you on the dance floor!” You’re taken aback by his statement. “I let him undress me with his eyes and I let him grope me? What are you talking about? All we did was dance together! And plus even if he was doing all of that, why does it matter to you? It’s not like you’re my mom, who do you think you-“

Your statement gets cut off as johnny quickly comes down and kisses you passionately. You can taste the beer on his mouth and you can smell the cologne on him, and you loved it. He pulls away from the kiss, and looks you in the eyes. You’re too stunned to speak a word. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that? Since the day we met. You were the most beautiful woman i had ever seen. I just couldnt stand watching you with him tonight, im so-“ you cut him off and connect your lips with his once more, cutting him off just as he did to you a few moments ago. You hold his face as he holds your waist.

You had never dreamed that this would ever happen. Hearing Johnny say he wanted you since the day you met set your body ablaze. There was a growing fire in you as the kiss got more and more needy. Johnny pulls away quickly and the air is filled with the sound of your guys’s light panting. “Can we take this back to my place?” He says. All you can do is nod, making him smile. You two race to get back to his place and as soon as you get inside, you’re slammed up against the door, and kissed roughly.

Johnny forces his tongue into your mouth as they start battling for dominance. He breaks away for air and then picks you up so your stomach is against his and your legs are wrapped around his waist, then he starts bringing you upstairs. You place your arms on his shoulders and start trailing kisses from his jaw to his semi-exposed collarbone. You nip and leave lovebites all over the left side of his neck. You’re dropped onto his bed and he’s immediately over you, dark brown eyes burning into yours.

He brings his head next to yours so he can whisper in your ear, and puts his hands where your waist meets your hips. “Since the day we’ve met, I’ve wanted to fuck you until you come apart on my cock and every hole you have is filled with my cum. Is that what you want?” every word he said sent a shock to your core and took your breath out of your lungs. You can only nod as a devilish grin spreads across his face.

He lifts your shirt off of you and unhooks your bra. He comes up and stares at your uncovered upper body in front of him. “God, you’re beautiful.” You smile at the praise as he dives in to your neck, kissing and nipping down your chest all the way to your pants, you moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure each time he bites. He skillfully unbuttons and unzips your jeans using his teeth, then rips your pants off with his hands.

He starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You whimper and cover your mouth trying to conceal the moans bursting out of you. With his other hand, Johnny pulls your hand off of your mouth. “Let me hear you. Let everyone know who makes you feel good.” With his words, you start moaning freely and breathlessly saying his name. “Yeah, you like that?” He says with a sinister look in his eyes. You moan in response and squirm with his every movement.

He takes you by your hand and lifts you to stand up. “Now are you gonna use your words, or is your mouth only useful when it’s on my cock?” Yeah you probably could’ve spoken if you really tried, but you wanted the latter anyways. “Ok, fine.” He says and pushes you down to your knees. You start unbuckling his belt as fast as possible. His pants drop and he’s left with an obvious bulge in his boxers. You start palming at it and rubbing through the fabric. Each time he groans you squeeze your thighs tighter.

You hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pull down, revealing his hard cock. You take it in your hand and swirl your tongue around the tip. Johnny puts his hand in your hair and grabs it, then starts lightly tugging at your hair each time you move your tongue. You quickly start taking more of him in, as much as you can each time. He starts moving your head up and down his cock, gently rocking his hips every time.

You start gagging on his cock each time it hits the back of your throat and tears start to prick at your eyes. Johnny is now completely controlling the movements, and you let him. Suddenly, he pulls you off. You’re pulled up and slammed back into the bed. Johnny pulls your underwear down, throwing it behind him with no regard for where they end up. He pulls his shirt off as quick as possible, and your eyes immediately land on his body. You reach to grab him but your hands are harshly pushed back into the bed. Johnny grabs your wrists, bringing them up over your head and holding them with one hand.

You gaze into his eyes, giving him a desperate look. He grabs his cock and runs it through your folds once before harshly shoving into you. Giving you no time to adjust, he starts at a rapid pace. The pain turns quickly into immense pleasure as you let out pornographic moans. “yeah. you like being fucked like the slut you are?” You only moan in response. “cant even respond. guess you’re only good at being fucked senseless, huh?”

your vision is blurry and you can barely hear, all of your focus on how good you feel. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and you start clenching around Johnny. “shit doll, you keep doin that and I’m gonna-“ He interrupts himself with a moan. “oh shit, sweetheart I’m close.” He brings his hand that isn’t holding your hands to your neck, lightly squeezing. Your nails run against his back, hard and scratching, for sure gonna leave marks in the morning.

He brings his hands to your clit, rubbing fast circles, sending you over the edge. You clench around him before he throws his head back with a low, loud groan, spilling inside of you. your eyes roll to the back of your head in pure bliss. you look back at Johnny through half lidded eyes and you can see him staring at you with a smile on his face. “I wish you could see yourself, doll. you look like an angel.”

Your smile grows wide at his words and he comes down to give you a kiss. This one was different from the last ones. It was slow, gentle, and loving. He pulls away as you sit up on the bed. “I’ll be right back.” he runs out of the room and comes back in with new boxers on, a towel, and one of his old T-shirts. he hands you the shirt to put on as he wipes your core with the towel, grinning when he sees you shudder as the towel swipes through your sensitive folds.

he climbs into bed and pulls the two of you under the covers. you cuddle up to him and put your head on his chest. his arm comes around to hold you close and you feel his soft breath on your neck. you look up at him and smile. “I really like you, johnny.” he looks back at you with a goofy smile. “I really like you too.”

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The Daughter - Chapter Four

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

This will be a multi chapter story and will get spicy as it goes. This is a rough draft and only slightly edited for grammar and spelling. Just needed to finally get it out because Tim Gutterson is one of my favorite characters, and there is not nearly enough fanfic for him.

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three,

Chapter Four:

“You know you don’t have to come.” Said Elenora as she walked through the dark, along the concrete driveway next to Tim. The house in front of them was massive, white wooden siding and stone archways. It was in the nicer part of Lexington, the type of house that had more bathrooms than bedrooms. There were lamp posts near the entrance that lit the large white porch and entry way.

“And miss the chance to see what you’re like plastered? No way, Ma’am.” Tim replied with a laugh.

Elenora rolled her eyes as the two of them came to a stand at the doorway to the house. “I will not get plastered. Moving day is tomorrow, you know.” Reaching forward, Elenora pressed the doorbell and then casually smoothed out her simple knee length burgundy dress. It had no sleeved, but a high buttoned up collar. She had used a large and chunky brown leather belt with it, and her favorite cowboy boots. Tim had opted for a grey button down no tie, black jeans and his usual boots. The party was supposed to be dressy casual.

“Oh, I know. It was mighty nice of Art to volunteer us all. He even said the new guy is comin’ out to help. Still think you should have worn the hat. Who could have thought you could go from sexy school teacher to sexy cowgirl?”

“New guy?” Elenora began, as she ignored the rest of Tim’s comments. “You tellin’ me that you aren’t short man on the totem pole anymore?”

“Yeah, he starts the day after tomorrow, I guess. Said little else.”

The door to the house was flung open and arms enveloped Elenora. “NORA! YOU MADE IT!”

Stumbling back with the force, Elenora as well wrapped her arms around the girl, although it was more out of fear of falling than anything. She saw Tim’s arm shoot out in response and felt his light touch where his hand contacted the spot between her shoulder blades.

When the girl pulled away, she looked at Elenora and then at Tim. “Hey, I know you.”

“Tim, Mandy, Mandy, Tim.” Elenora introduced one to the other. “Mandy is the one that sent you that picture on my behalf, and Tim is the Deputy that arrested me.”

“Nora, didn’t know you had it in you.” Said Mandy, as she eyed Tim like he was a piece of meat. “Wait, I don’t know if I can let you in here...” Elenora and Tim had already discussed the fact that there would be underage drinking and, most likely, marijuana at the party.

Tim stuck a finger from each hand into a belt loop and cracked a smile. “I’m off the clock. Unless one of your guests decides to shoot someone, or has an outstanding warrant, you won’t have any problems with me.”

“Good, now come on, I wanna know all the details. Like if you guys hooked up before or after processing, cause this prude will never tell me anything about her sex life.” Mandy hooked her arm into Tim’s and directed him inside.

“Ma’am, I hate to disappoint but I’m not one to kiss and tell.”

Mandy craned her head back to Elenora, who was still standing at the doorway. “He called me Ma’am!” She then let out a giggle.

“Yeah, he likes to do that.” Smiled Elenora as she moved to follow Tim and Mandy.

When they entered, the party was already in full swing. There were people everywhere, mainly they were Education students, but there were many that Elenora did not recognize. There were even a few Professors and their spouses. Elenora and Tim were led into the kitchen where there were buckets filled with ice hosing bottles of beer and coolers. Elenora watched one person open a fridge, which looked to only contain more beer. There was mix and hard liquors on the counter, as well as red solo cups everywhere. She could hear people cheering somewhere else in the house. It was here that Mandy finally released Tim and told them to help themselves. Tim fished out a bottle of beer and held it out towards Elenora, who took it with a smile.

At some point in the night, Elenora was dragged away from Tim, although he had found someone that he knew, a man in the Lexington PD who had also served. He was married to one of the professors, so Elenora did not feel too bad leaving him behind while she did some shots.

“We’re done bitches!” One girl screamed, and the ring of girls, including Elenora, tossed back a shot of whiskey. Elenora slammed her glass down with a smile and looked at her friends, who were all as equally happy and drunk.

“That hot piece of man can’t take his eyes off of you, Nora.”

“He called me Ma’am when they came in. It was the cutest thing.” Mandy said with a hand to her heart.

Elenora looked over her shoulder to see Tim in the next room. He was leaning against a doorframe, taking a swig of his beer while the surrounding group conversed. His eyes, though, were hard set on her. It was a look that made her knees weak and her skin go warm. Elenora loved the way he looked at her. “He is a pretty great catch, isn’t he?”

With a confidence that could only be fueled by the copious amounts of alcohol she had drank, she smirked at Tim. Elenora eyed him and tried to convey every emotion she was feeling and Tim responded with a raised brow. “Someone hold my dress.” Turning and heading out to the deck that was off the kitchen, Elenora waited as her friends gathered around her before looking at the man holding the spout for the beer keg. “You ready?” She asked. He nodded with a smile and presented the keg to her.

“All yours, little lady. You ready?” With a nod, Elenora threw her hands on the handles and pushed off with her legs. Swinging herself over, she felt someone grab her legs to stabilize her, and she felt her dress fall in the wrong direction, before hastily being grabbed and brought back to cover her modesty. The man holding the spout held it to Elenora’s lips and opened it, and she began to drink. Her heartbeat pounded in her head as the seconds went by, and she was sure she could hear people were cheering her on, although it was hard to make out what they were saying.

When she couldn’t go any longer, she let her legs fall back down and the spout pulled away. Once she was upright, she brought the back of her hand to her lips and wiped away the beer that had dribbled on her. Then she turned around. The crowd of people cheered her on, probably more so because she did not immediately hurl like many before her. Elenora’s eyes though searched the crowd until she found Tim.

He was standing there, one arm folded over the other across his chest. There was a smile on his lips and his eyes narrowed as she stood in place, just watching him. She felt someone slap a hand on her shoulder in congratulations and one of her male classmates come up, hugged her, and lifted her into the air before spinning her around. When her feet were back on the ground, her eyes found Tim’s once again and he was looking at her now like she had something on her face.

Elenora looked at him quizzically, but her question was interrupted by Mandy bringing her yet another shot of whiskey. “So, does he have a brother? Please say he has a brother?”

“I’m not sure. We have avoided the topic of family pretty heavily.” Elenora downed the shot and watched as Tim approached the two of them.

“Well, if he does, I call dibs.”

“If he does what?” Asked Tim with a sly smile as he came to stand next to Elenora. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him.

“Oh, I was just wondering if there was a way to get me one of you.” Mandy said with a smile.

“Sorry to disappoint Ma’am, but there’s only one of me, and I’m kind of stuck on this one here.” Said Tim, before twisting his head to place a kiss on Elenora’s hair.

“Just make sure I get an invitation to the wedding.” Said Mandy before she turned and walked away.

Leaning his head down to Elenora’s ear, she could smell the beer on his breath. “Wanna get out of here?”

“I’d be good with that.” Elenora replied.

“Good, because I already called us a taxi.”

With a nod, Elenora and Tim walked through the house and out the front door to stand on the porch while they waited for the Taxi. Elenora watched as Tim fidgeted with the bottom of his shirt as he stared off out into the yard. “What you thinkin’ about there, solider?” Asked Elenora as she leaned herself against one of the porch beams, and folded her arms across her chest.

“Honestly? Just waitin’ for the ball to drop.” He stopped fidgeting then and took the few steps to stand in front of Elenora. Reaching out, Tim put his hands to her hips and pulled himself as close as he could. He tipped down his head to put his forehead against hers and brought his nose to touch her own. “You’re too good. Too perfect, and those things in my life don’t tend to stay that way. Keep expecting to see your arrest warrant come across my desk, or for you to tell me that while this was fun but your boyfriend is coming home tomorrow.”

“Ouch, hate to be one of your Ex’s.” Elenora put her hands to Tim’s forearms and smiled. “But Tim, neither of those things are gonna happen. What’s got you thinkin’ like this?”

“There’s something about you that makes me feel like I’ve known you my whole life and you got me thinkin’ in all sorts of ways I’ve never thought before.”

“Oh, and what would those be, Marshal?”

“Girl’s gotta’ have some secrets.”

“Okay, you can keep your secrets, but only if you take me to the range. I haven’t gotten my carry and conceal, and my daddy keeps buggin’ me. Threaten to come out here, and I’d really rather that not happen, as I like you with no bullet holes.”

“Is this the alcohol talking, or are you just tryin’ to get me hard? Talkin’ bout going to the shooting range. It’s like you’re made from my dreams.” Tim’s lips crashed against her own, his tongue swiping across her lips, in a request to deepen the kiss, and Elenora complied. Opening her mouth, she allowed Tim entry and soon her tongue was against his own and Elenora found her knees going weak, just as Tim finally pulled away. “Wait, do you even know how to fire a gun?” He pulled back slightly and stared down at her with a questioning gaze.

“You really think my Deputy Marshal of a father wouldn’t teach me how to shoot?”

Tim’s hands tightened on Elenora’s hips. “Hey, just wondering what I have to work with here.”

Elenora opened her mouth to respond, but a loud succession of car honks interrupted her. Both of them turned to see a taxi had pulled up along the driveway. “Come on, our carriage awaits.” Tim pulled away from Elenora but reached out to take her hand in his, and he walked away. When she did not move, though, the resistance made him stop and look back at her.

“I don’t need to worry bout you gettin’ scared and runnin’ do I?”

“We’re good Nell. I’ll let you know, though, if my feet start getting an itch.” Tim said with a smile.

“Good, cause I’m an excellent runner, and you, Tim Gutterson, are worth runnin’ for.”

“You know you’ve never told me your last name?”

“I’m not wearing my runnin’ shoes for that answer. So try to keep an even pace for me, okay?” Tim nodded his head in response and just stared at her with a smile. “It’s Crowder.” Elenora broke her eyes away from Tim as she felt his hand drop from her own and she looked down at the ground.

It was a split second later when she saw Tim’s feet in front of her and felt a finger curl around her chin, pulling up and forcing her to look at him. “Well, there’s a name that keeps coming across my desk, but you’re gonna have to do better than being a Crowder to scare me away.”

Chapter Five

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#5

“A bottle top?” Draco asked. “A Muggle bus ticket? A pebble? Why did you keep all this stuff?”

Harry smiled. “The beer we shared on our first date. The bus ticket is from the Saturday we visited Regent’s Park. The stone is from Brighton beach. It’s my museum of us, Draco.”  

For @domaystic, prompt: finding a old object.

269 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

#4

Husband.

Whenever a person recognised Draco for the man he was, a brilliant flare of exultation bubbled inside him.

Draco felt it when his assistants called him Mr Malfoy. Draco felt it when Madam Malkin called him Sir. Teddy telling Draco he was the cleverest wizard in London made him glow. Every he and every him sparked a deep jolt of pride.

Nevertheless, if Draco were really pushed, he’d have to make a confession.

The finest, most euphoric feeling of all arose whenever Harry smiled, and brought up Draco’s hand to kiss his wedding ring. 

Husband was engraved deep into the gold, but even more deeply into Draco’s soul.

🌹🌹

Based on the @drarrymicrofic prompt of: euphoria.

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276 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#3

Far Too Handsome.

Draco watched his husband from across their bed. Merlin, but a herd of pillaging hippogriffs wouldn’t rouse him. 

Harry's hair, after a night's sleep, was unruly and stuck out in every direction. His face squashed into the pillow, mouth hanging open ever-so-slightly. The tiniest spot of drool had leaked from the corner of his mouth onto his stubbly chin.

Snoring gently, Harry's chest rose and fell inside a faded Sleekeazy’s tee-shirt that had seen better days.

One green eye flickered open. “Can’t sleep with you staring,” Harry smiled.

“You’re far too handsome for me to avert my eyes,” Draco countered. 

❤

317 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

#2

Two Lists, As Requested By My Mind Healer.

List of things that I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, enjoy:

~ Earl grey tea. Freshly brewed leaves only, and not too stewed. Please, not those ludicrous Muggle teabags.

~ The scent of freshly starched shirts and how the collars feel against my skin.

~ Being prepared. Fail to prepare, prepare to fail (and other such clichés my governess imparted onto me.)

~ The Arrows being top of the Quidditch League and the look on Weasley’s face when reminded of this very pertinent fact.

~ Cracking the spine on a new paperback. Pansy calls this habit cretinous, but personally I’d rather my books looked like they’d been read.

~ Mum’s expression, just before she’s about to tell me a particularly scandalous piece of gossip.

~ Riding my Firebolt. That first kick away from the earth. I’ve been flying since I was six, and it still gets me every single time.

~ Dancing. In a nightclub with sickly cocktails, loosening my inhibitions, or at one of Mum’s evening soirées. It doesn’t matter. I simply adore the feeling of being lost inside the music.

~ Petting my Kneazle, Felicity. Categorically, the most beautiful girl in the world, and I won’t be persuaded otherwise.

~ Sex. An entry that rather speaks for itself.

~ Getting up early and running though London before the rest of the world has woken up.

~ Magic. Yes, perhaps a bit of a prosaic answer for a wizard, but there we are. I love the feeling of magic pulsing through my blood, love the gasp of breath you pull into your lungs the moment you cast a spell. It’s as important a part of me as my beating heart.

List of things that I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, detest:

~ Making lists.

~ Father’s letters from Azkaban. They put me in a dark place for days afterwards. When I burn them, I feel guilty, and when I keep them, I dwell on them. They make me feel like the worst version of myself.

~ Not exercising. Usually occurs in combination with the point made above.

~ Migraines. Nothing much helps when one arrives. I’ve tried the most renowned potions and even Muggle pills. Nothing shifts them.

~ The Prophet. Their vile excuse for journalism is the biggest joke in the magical world.

~ The slow pace of magical law making. Merlin’s bloody beard! It shouldn’t take three years for legislation to be discussed and voted on.

~ Whenever the Arrows lose to the Canons. Weasley always pulls that ruddy smirk of his.

~ The food in the Ministry canteen. Bloody hell, but it's dreadful. You could resole your boots with a slice of their Treacle Tart.

~ Tepid mugs of tea. Disgusting. They never taste right after casting a re-warming charm.

~ Wearing long sleeves on hot days.

~ Howlers.

~ I hate the way that Harry Potter glances in my direction. He does it all the time. He thinks that I don’t notice, but I do. Potter thinks he understands me, and that he’s got me all figured out. He’s wrong. I’m more than just the smart cut of my robes and my charm-tidied hair. I’m more than my childhood and the lies that I listened to because I didn’t know any better.

I’m not foolish. I know how I must appear to Potter. He believes me to be polished elegance skating over the dirt, rubbish and tattoo ink beneath. We talk sometimes, Potter and I. We swap small pleasantries, and I hear the hesitation in his voice. I hear him waiting for me to be cruel.

Part of me wants to tell Potter that I don't care, that it doesn't matter to me that I'm no longer any of his business.

Except, sometimes, occasionally, I see his bright twist of smile or I catch the tail end of his green-eyed glimpses.

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[sassenashsworld]

The Game – Nick Valentine

Nora went back and forth between the well and her house, borrowed several pots and now that the bath is fully filled, she lets out a long sigh of contentment.

She can take a bath.

She hasn’t had her little clean water therapy for a week. She’s trying to maintain a fair level of hygiene, but running water is not really...common in the Commonwealth.

She often thought of Vault 111. She knows she could easily bring in bathrooms worthy of the name, real showers worth mentioning. But she’s been unable to set foot on the hill since she buried Nate.

This is too painful.

She focuses in the moment on her bath mounted in her old bathroom, with water warmer than cold, without endanger to turn her into a ghoul and which contains no mirelurk.

As she finally enters the water, sinking to her chin with a sigh of well-being, she hears the door of the house open and the voice of her favorite synthetic singing a joyful melody.

“Let me tell you ‘bout the birds and bees, and the flowers and the trees, the moon up above, and a thing called love.”

Nora can hardly refrain from laughing when she hears it. This is the first time she has heard him sing, but when she allows herself this freedom, she often caught him humming. He must be in an incredible mood to sing a tune too… Nora frowns when she catch the meaning of the words.

“Let me tell you about the stars in the sky, a girl and a guy, and the way they could kiss on a night like this”

When the bathroom door opens on an old synth smiling with all his heart, the young woman does not know how to react. The surprise is so much that she misses slipping into the bottom of the bath trying to straighten herself at the same time she becomes aware of the fact she is in her bath so totally naked.

“Nick? What are you—

He enters directly into the bathroom while continuing to hum, a smile always well engraved on the lips.

“Hello beautiful child, are you living with your parents?”

“What the fuck, Nick?”

He places on the rim of the bath a bread of soap of hubflower and some perfumed oils.

“Can’t you see I’m in the bath?”

“Yup.”

“You drank nano-techno beer again?

"Nope."

“I’m NAKED Nick, get out of here before I crack your skull!”

She makes a gesture to grab her gun on the ledge, but he gives her a little pat on the hand.

“We calm down the aggression, I’m here to give you a good massage and then—

“No! Get out! Now!”

He smiles at her again, as one would smile at a particularly slow child, and suddenly, a declic seems to be made in Nora’s mind. Quick as lightning, she leaps out of the bath grabbing her gun this time without any hesitation and before Nick had time to react, she is in his back, grasping him by the neck, the 10mm deep in his throat.

“Why did the Institute send you, who informed you I had a coat like Nick’s in my office?”

“Nora, it’s me.”

“Nick would never be stupid enough to do that.”

“It’s me, Nora.”

“Prove it!”

She does not loosen her grip for an instant despite the synth raises its hands in the air in a gesture to show he has no bellicose intention. The slightest thing is to say he no longer smiles, rather the opposite. Well, he may have put too much faith on a relationship of mutual trust that led them to share on the ground scenes of intimacy that could lure the most brilliant of men.

“I… I thought you’d appreciate it—

“Prove to me” she growls between her teeth “you are Nick, and you have five seconds.”

He tries to think as quickly as he can, but it seems that nothing comes to mind to calm the game at this precise moment. The Deliverer’s silencer sinks a little deeper into its circuits.

“This scene reminds me too much of the one we live at Thicket Excavation…”

“I don’t remember, find something else.”

“You’re my best friend? We tracked down Eddie Winter together.”

“The whole Commonwealth know that, and the birds of the Institute have had to bring everything back.”

“You were in love with Porter!”

“Too easy, all the Minutemen present that day can attest that.”

She pulls the slide to engage the ball. Nick panics even more.

“You… you have nightmares! In your nightmares… you hear my voice laughing at you!”

“It’s a start, but again it’s information that could have escaped.”

“The New Year’s Eve! You fell asleep at the bar, I held you in my arms and as I wanted you to sleep all night, I kept you with me. We slept on your couch in your house. The next morning, I was sleeping when you woke up. I had a dream. I dreamt about Jenny. When you wanted to tell me you were leaving, I kissed you. I thought you were Jenny. We never talked about it again. You never wrote it in your journal. The only way I know is if I’m the person who kissed you.”

The weapon finally seems to want to leave its position and Nora steps back. When Nick slowly turns to her, she has already put on a bathrobe, but she now crosses her arms, staring at him with anger.

“What the hell is this?”

He sighed, breathing a good blow to calm his circuits that were starting to overheat. Now the panic is leaving him, he is frankly annoyed.

"Shit, I just wanted to give you a little thalassotherapy session."

“You keep that kind of shit for Ellie. You don’t walk into a lady’s bathroom uninvited.”

“Noted, duly noted! Sorry, I may have taken too much liberty. Don’t think I’ll make that mistake again.”

“And to think you’re the one who always blames me for making us look like a couple.”

“It won’t happen again, trust me!”

He takes his leave and Nora hesitates for a while. She ends up getting out of the bathroom, getting a chair in the kitchen, and bringing it back with her. Once the door is closed behind her, she locks the chair under the handle to prevent future invasion. So, finally, she can go back and relax in her bath. No-obstat that Nick entered her intimacy as an idiot, she now considers the hubflower soap he left on the rim of the bath. A thin smile appears on her lips. It will not be said she will not enjoy it.

For his part, Nick goes straight to the bar where he only finds Deacon and Hancock in big conversation at this time of the day.

“I lost” he launches without introduction.

“I know” Deacon says, trying not to laugh.

Hancock, for his part, is downright hilarious.

“So, Nick, we thought we had a ticket with the lady?”

“Never speak to me again about this stupid bet. If one of you dares to refer to it, he will never see this old synth again.”

“So bad?” Hancock, who is starting to hiccup, asks.

“You don’t care about our friendship?”

Deacon takes care of reporting his failure to the other participants in the evening. Nick and Nora are back on the road, an investigation to be conducted in Boston. It can be said, however, that Deacon’s version of events will provoke laughter for a long time whenever MacCready, Preston, Danse or Sturges remember it.

[seitmai]

I have so many thoughts so read more it is

"I told you this would be a shitstorm," Bradley muttered quietly before taking a sip of his mimosa. Nat did her best to decorate the Hard Deck for the baby shower, and she even wore a dress for the occasion. But most of the attendees were the guys who decided to show up in essentially their gym clothes. In fact, the only one who looked halfway decent was Jake, probably because Cat told him what to wear.

Let's give them the benefit of the doubt and say the invitations didn't state a dress code and they wouldn't even wonder and ask what to wear if they didn't know haha

He knew this day would come toward the end of your pregnancy, but last night, you fell asleep while he was going down on you. And this morning when you woke up, you didn't say a word about it. Like you'd completely forgotten. Then you put on that pink dress and made yourself look all cute for the baby shower, but he could tell you were tired. The exhaustion hit you like a ton of bricks after the trip to Mexico, just when Bradley became accustomed to having sex multiple times per day. Just when you were more glowing than ever.

Oh that man I jealous and grumpy...

The stupid smirk on his face made Bradley roll his eyes. "There are two dozen people here, and I'm your best option for someone to annoy?" Jake laughed merrily in response. "Oh, Rooster. You're always going to be my top pick. Your reactions alone are priceless. Don't tell me you've got cold feet about the baby? You can't unfuck Angel. You know that, right?"

...and Jake just puts the cherry on top and rubs it in

Jake shook his head. "Then may I suggest you put a smile on your face before you upset your wife? Let her have a good day. Also, she looks hot pregnant."

Oh Jake is playing with fire right there 🫣

You ran our hand down along his cheek as your belly bumped against his abs. "I'm sorry, Bradley. I couldn't stay awake for another second last night. Rose is requiring a lot more sleep now. I think we need to mess around earlier in the day. Oh! Maybe we can mess around in one of the Broncos this afternoon! You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Yeah," he replied, unable to keep a smile from his lips. "I'd like that."

And then he is promised sexy time in his beloved cars and the mood quickly lightens 🤭😂

"Thank you so much," you told him with a smile as you tried to figure out why everyone brought so much alcohol. "Just out of curiosity, why do you think I need this much beer and fifty dollars worth of booze?" The guys all burst out laughing. "Because you have to live with Rooster!" Javy shouted, earning a swift middle finger from your husband. Then you started laughing, and even Nat, who looked fed up with all of them, had to hide her smile. "We were wondering when you were going to ask," Jake said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out another gift card. "This is from us. For real this time. Congratulations."

They are such a silly bunch but at the same time just the best 😂🥹🫶🏻

Bradley wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you buried your face in his chest as he said, "I'm not going to apologize for flipping you off, because I'm sure you deserved it for something, but thank you."

Valid haha

"What?" Mickey asked as he turned to look at Nat. "You said they were having a boy!" She scoffed. "I never said that." "You said the baby's name is Ambrose!" Nat was rubbing her temples as she looked up at the ceiling. "I said the baby's name is Rose. It's a girl."

This cracked me up😂 and at the same time I feel so bad for Micjey because he went the extra mile to get all the separate stuff and the misunderstanding kinda ruined it (obviously they can exchange it but still)

"I didn't really get anything for Rose, because I don't know what she likes yet. But I wanted to make everything easier for you both, so expect a ton of diapers and wipes to be delivered to your house this week." She pulled two wrapped boxes out from behind the bar as she said, "And these are for you."

She is the best, what a thoughtful gift 🥹 and the comment about she doesn't know what Rose likes yet? The sweetest thing ever, Rose is gonna have Nat as her godmother always in her corner 🥰

You watched her press her lips together for a few seconds before she whispered, "You're my best friend, Soul Sister. I never imagined I would ever see you as happy as you are now. Just take the fucking gifts. They're personalized, so I can't return them."

🥰🥹🥰🥹🥰

He closed the door behind him and let the robe fall completely open, and soon you were yanking the sash so you could see all of him. Of course he was already hard and bobbing in excitement. "I'm pretty sure she intended for these to be worn over pajamas or underwear or something." You just shrugged and straddled his lap, and told him, "I like it this way."

🤭🤭🤭

You did as you were told, because you were suddenly so tired, you couldn't think. You started to doze on the floor as Bradley spoke with someone. You only had four more weeks to go, but you felt like this was the beginning of the end. You just wanted to get the rest of this pregnancy over with as soon as possible. As you pulled the towel over your eyes to block out the light, your head started pounding. And when Bradley checked your blood pressure a second time, you heard him sigh.

Me reading: Please, not another scare 🫠

Bradley grunted in response. "I'm ready. Can't wait to meet her." He couldn't stop thinking about passing along his last name and his mom's name to a new generation. If he never met you, he was sure he'd never be at this point now, but you made everything so exciting for him. "My Nugget."

🥰🥰🥰

"Okay. Like you're some sort of baby professional," he muttered before taking another sip of champagne. "You weren't around when Jeremiah was a newborn." "Well, I'm around now," Jake replied with a hard edge to his voice. "And I intend to keep it that way. Been thinking about proposing."

Please, someone get Jake a shirt that says "not the step dad, but the dad that stepped up"

While he looked just as cocky as ever, there was something unsure in his eyes. "How could anyone say no?" Bradley shrugged in response. "I could say no to you all day long."

They are just such a comedic duo 😂

He honestly forgot there was anyone else there at all until she said, "These look perfect." He was still smiling as his forehead came to rest against yours. "Of course they do. I'm with my girls."

Your brow furrowed, wondering how that could be, and then you gasped. "Oh. Ohhh. Are my nipples leaking?" you asked softly, handing him your cone and trying to discreetly look down your shirt. "Oh my god," he groaned loudly, ice creams forgotten as he tried to get a peek, too. "Please tell me the answer is yes."

If you thought Bradley's obsession has reached its height, think again 🤭

He glanced over at you several times, pupils blown wide, before he rasped, "I need to taste you."

He is hypnotized

But you were laughing softly. "You got so carried away." "I know," he groaned. "Your magic tits are killing me."

He's a goner 😅

Bradley's eyes went wide as he dropped everything he was holding. "Sweetheart. I think your water broke."

Aim for the Sky Part 14 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: The guys and Nat pull through with something big for your baby shower. Bradley can't get enough of your body, and then he gets the biggest surprise of all.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, oral sex, adult language, lactation kink, pregnancy topics

Length: 6000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

"I told you this would be a shitstorm," Bradley muttered quietly before taking a sip of his mimosa. Nat did her best to decorate the Hard Deck for the baby shower, and she even wore a dress for the occasion. But most of the attendees were the guys who decided to show up in essentially their gym clothes. In fact, the only one who looked halfway decent was Jake, probably because Cat told him what to wear.

"I don't mind this shitstorm," you told him, kissing his cheek as you picked up your orange juice. Jimmy was bartending since Penny was technically a shower guest, and he kept filling up your juice and making sure you were eating the snacks. Next time Bradley saw him on a regular night, he'd make sure to leave a big tip.

"What the hell?" Bradley groaned as Javy arrived and dropped another case of beer off on the gift table. "Even I know that pregnant women can't have alcohol. What in the actual hell is wrong with these people?"

You shot a glare in his direction before you stepped away to hug Javy. You had on another one of those bodycon dresses, and Bradley knew for a fact you weren't wearing any underwear. Not a single thread of it. Just that sexy, stretchy pink dress squeezing your curves like he wanted to be doing. Javy's hand slid a little low on your back for his liking, and he raised one unamused eyebrow before you stepped away.

God, he was so fucking cranky today. He still maintained that Valentine's Day was stupid, because he loved you every day, all the time. Last year he took you to that weird hotel with the hot sauce vending machine, which was fun, but he didn't need a special occasion to do anything. Having Rose's shower on the holiday should have given it more meaning, but he was irritable. 

He knew this day would come toward the end of your pregnancy, but last night, you fell asleep while he was going down on you. And this morning when you woke up, you didn't say a word about it. Like you'd completely forgotten. Then you put on that pink dress and made yourself look all cute for the baby shower, but he could tell you were tired. The exhaustion hit you like a ton of bricks after the trip to Mexico, just when Bradley became accustomed to having sex multiple times per day. Just when you were more glowing than ever.

"Bradshaw," Jake drawled, the sound alone grating on Bradley's nerves. "Did someone piss in your mimosa?"

The stupid smirk on his face made Bradley roll his eyes. "There are two dozen people here, and I'm your best option for someone to annoy?"

Jake laughed merrily in response. "Oh, Rooster. You're always going to be my top pick. Your reactions alone are priceless. Don't tell me you've got cold feet about the baby? You can't unfuck Angel. You know that, right?"

"Jesus, you're annoying," he muttered under his breath. "It has nothing to do with that." But he kind of wanted to pout. Or get a blowjob from you. That would probably make it better. "I'm excited for the baby. Obviously."

Jake shook his head. "Then may I suggest you put a smile on your face before you upset your wife? Let her have a good day. Also, she looks hot pregnant."

"Why are you even looking at her?" he mumbled before he walked over to you. It wasn't your fault that you were exhausted and achy with delectable tits. It wasn't your fault that you fell asleep last night, even though you could have definitely held on for five more minutes so he wasn't second guessing himself now. 

"Hey," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you from behind and letting his chin rest on your shoulder. "Having fun?" he asked as the final few guests arrived. Another case of beer and a bottle of champagne ended up with the rest of the gifts when Reuben walked in. "What is wrong with these men?"

Your laughter was light as you said, "I think it's kind of charming how clueless they are. I'm not sure why we even bothered to make a gift registry. Also, can you just tell me why you're pouting, Roo?"

He shrugged against your back as he ran his palm slowly up and down your belly, hoping to feel the Nugget kick. She seemed to be running out of room in there at this point, and the kicks were harder to feel. And maybe that was part of it, too. He was used to not only your horny ass on him 24/7, but he was used to his daughter greeting him when he talked to her.

"Does this have anything to do with me falling asleep while you were giving me head?"

Bradley's eyes went wide. "Sweetheart, do you really have to announce it to the whole place? If it wasn't any good, then it wasn't any good, but you know I'll try to make it up to you later."

"Stop it," you said with another laugh as you turned to face him. You were too beautiful. All he wanted to do was make you happy. "I've been trying to think of a way to make it up to you."

"I wasn't even sure you remembered falling asleep like that," he whispered.

You ran our hand down along his cheek as your belly bumped against his abs. "I'm sorry, Bradley. I couldn't stay awake for another second last night. Rose is requiring a lot more sleep now. I think we need to mess around earlier in the day. Oh! Maybe we can mess around in one of the Broncos this afternoon! You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah," he replied, unable to keep a smile from his lips. "I'd like that."

You kissed his lips softly and ran your thumb along his mustache, leaving him wanting more. "As soon as this shitshow is over, I'm all yours."

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"Thanks," you told Reuben as you patted the case of beer he bought for you. "So thoughtful."

"Oh, there's a gift card taped on the side, too," he told you with a smile. And sure enough, when you turned it around to look, you found it. A gift card to the liquor mart in Coronado.

"Thank you so much," you told him with a smile as you tried to figure out why everyone brought so much alcohol. "Just out of curiosity, why do you think I need this much beer and fifty dollars worth of booze?"

The guys all burst out laughing. "Because you have to live with Rooster!" Javy shouted, earning a swift middle finger from your husband. Then you started laughing, and even Nat, who looked fed up with all of them, had to hide her smile.

"We were wondering when you were going to ask," Jake said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out another gift card. "This is from us. For real this time. Congratulations."

He placed it in your hand, and tears filled your vision. Javy, Mickey, Reuben and Jake had all scribbled their names on the paper envelope, and someone had written Bob's on there even though he was still deployed. "It's for Amazon, for a thousand dollars," you whispered, afraid you were going to start actively crying.

"We heard diapers are expensive," Reuben said as he shoved chips and spinach dip into his mouth.

"We heard babies are expensive," Javy added.

"Babies are definitely expensive," Cat called out from the other side of the bar.

Bradley wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you buried your face in his chest as he said, "I'm not going to apologize for flipping you off, because I'm sure you deserved it for something, but thank you."

After a few deep breaths, inhaling the comforting scent of your husband, you looked up at everyone and said a very watery, "Thank you."

There was another card from Maria and Cam attached to a high chair, and Cat picked out a onesie that said Future Aviator. Maverick and Penny bought every bath accessory a baby could ever need, and then you were left with an enormous gift bag that Mickey was handing off with a bright smile on his face. 

"You got us something else?" you asked, bewildered since he already contributed to the hefty gift card. But when you looked inside, everything was blue. Blue bibs and outfits and crib sheets. Blue everything.

"We're having a girl," Bradley told him with a furrowed brow.

"What?" Mickey asked as he turned to look at Nat. "You said they were having a boy!"

She scoffed. "I never said that."

"You said the baby's name is Ambrose!"

Nat was rubbing her temples as she looked up at the ceiling. "I said the baby's name is Rose. It's a girl."

"Ohhhh. That's why we got Rooster a box of pink cigars," Mickey said, nodding as if that made sense as he handed you a gift receipt.

"You just ruined the last surprise," Javy complained, hitting Mickey on the back of the head with a cigar box before giving it to Bradley. "Save some of those for next time we go golfing."

You watched your husband hug everyone in turn as he held onto the cigars and the gift card. And you didn't even mind that you'd probably need to exchange most of the stuff Mickey picked out. Everything was actually pretty perfect. It was chaotic, for sure. The guys ate all of the elaborate hors d'oeuvres that Nat picked out like it was a bag of Doritos, and you started crying again when Cam and Maria kissed your cheeks at the same time. But nothing prepared you for what Natasha said when you and Bradley insisted on helping her clean up at the end.

"I didn't really get anything for Rose, because I don't know what she likes yet. But I wanted to make everything easier for you both, so expect a ton of diapers and wipes to be delivered to your house this week." She pulled two wrapped boxes out from behind the bar as she said, "And these are for you."

"Nat," Bradley said, trying to push the boxes away. "You weren't supposed to get us anything at all. You threw us a fucking baby shower! It's too much!"

You watched her press her lips together for a few seconds before she whispered, "You're my best friend, Soul Sister. I never imagined I would ever see you as happy as you are now. Just take the fucking gifts. They're personalized, so I can't return them."

Bradley gave your hip a little squeeze before handing you the boxes, and then he pulled Nat in for a hug which lasted all of three seconds before she shook her head. "God, you're the worst. Just open them," she muttered, trying to pretend like she wasn't crying.

Your emotions were all over the place. You were happy and excited and horny and everything all at once. And you loved Natasha, but you weren't expecting her to pick out something so simple yet so perfectly beautiful. You unwrapped your box while Bradley opened his, and then you were both holding up luxuriously fluffy white cotton robes. Across the back of yours was stitched Rose's Mom in beautiful rose colored thread, and there was a rose embroidered on the front in the same color. Bradley's was the same but larger with Rose's Dad on the back. You slipped it on over your pink dress and did a little spin.

"This is beautiful," you whispered while Bradley put his on as well.

When you hugged her, she said, "I don't want either of you looking frumpy while you're taking care of my goddaughter."

While you hadn't given extensive thought to the honorary titles, you knew she would fit the role perfectly. You smiled and nodded. "You're absolutely right."

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"Nat would be disgusted," Bradley said with a smile as he led you out to your quiet driveway later in the afternoon. The sky was a little dark from the storm clouds moving in, but it was still light enough out that he knew he needed to be cautious. He opened the back door of the blue Bronco and helped you in, and he was careful to help you keep yourself covered as you climbed in wearing nothing but your new robe. He tightened the sash on his, holding the front closed with one hand, and he followed you in.

"Roo," you whispered with a giggle. "I can see your cock."

He closed the door behind him and let the robe fall completely open, and soon you were yanking the sash so you could see all of him. Of course he was already hard and bobbing in excitement. "I'm pretty sure she intended for these to be worn over pajamas or underwear or something."

You just shrugged and straddled his lap, and told him, "I like it this way." You kissed his cheek while he cock was nestled up against your pussy, and he groaned in pleasure. "I'm sorry I fell asleep last night. I've been thinking about this moment all day. Wanting to make it up to you."

He felt a little bad for being so frustrated earlier, and he intended to say so, but then you pulled at the sash of your own robe, and he was treated to the sight of your swollen tits. When you shifted on his lap, they swayed ever so slightly, and he made a feral sound before leaning in to taste them. "Jesus," he moaned as he ran his nose around your breast. "So fucking warm." 

He sucked gently on your nipple while you played with his hair, hoping that the neighbors couldn't see through the line of trees into the Bronco. You tasted as good as you smelled, and he was salivating just knowing your milk would be coming in soon. Soft whimpers escaped you as he nibbled gently before sucking on you again, and you wiggled your hips until his tip was inside you. He slid his hands along the sides of your belly, and you gave him a little clench.

"Just a few more weeks, Daddy," you whispered, taking him deeper as he ran his tongue all over your chest. "Oh, you're such a good Daddy."

"Fuck," he growled, easing you back along the seat and hovering above you. "I thought this was gonna be sweet," he muttered, pistoning his cock into you, making your tits bounce. "But you're too hot."

You were whining his name, hands scrambling around for something to hold on to as he fucked you. "You don't have to be sweet, Roo. I like it rough."

"I know you do," he grunted kissing along your neck and palming your breast as he let you have it a little harder. "You're everything."

Eventually, like clockwork, his steady movements and whispered sentiments had you close. He let his hand cup your clit, his thumb stroking softly as he fucked you with sharp, strong strokes, and his other hand settled on your neck. You came instantly, your back arching, belly rising up to bump him.

"Bradley!" you screamed, and he glanced up to see if anyone was nearby. 

"Shh, Sweetheart," he coaxed, sinking his cock into your spasming pussy over and over until he couldn't take another second. "Oh, God." He pushed himself deep and dipped his thumb between your lips to keep you quieter, and he came and came. His balls were tight as he filled you, letting your body suck everything out of him that he had to give until he was a little dizzy. "Holy hell."

Your lips and tongue worked at his thumb as you lay there beneath him placidly. He kissed your nose and the perfect curve of your cheek before sitting up with his cock still inside you. You looked beautiful with your dainty rooster tattoo and your hard nipples, and when he withdrew slowly, he ran his fingers along your most intimate parts, collecting his cum.

"I hope the robes are machine washable," you whispered as you sat up, letting his cum dribble onto the fabric as you licked at his messy fingers. 

You had his cum on your lips, and your gaze was glued to his as he whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day, Baby Girl."

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Later that week, you were climbing into bed while Bradley was adding to the Nugget Notebook. He was reading softly out loud as he wrote, and you were trying to enjoy yourself, but you didn't feel great.

"Hey, Rosie," he muttered with a smile. "Mommy's belly is looking enormous these days, and that means you'll be here soon. I don't think I've ever been this excited before. Nine months is a long time to build up this anticipation, and I'm ready to meet you. Your nursery is finished. We even had your baby shower the other day. All we're missing now is our little girl."

"That's sweet," you whispered, trying to get your stomach ache under control, but a second later, you jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. "Oh no," you groaned before emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

Bradley was pounding across the floor right behind you, and you felt his hands on your back as you threw up even more. "What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing small circles. "What do you need me to do?"

"I don't know," you wailed, wiping sweat from your brow. "I feel awful. It started a few hours ago."

"Shit," he muttered, helping you lay down on the cold, tile floor. "Why didn't you say anything before?" He got to his feet and immediately had the blood pressure cuff on you while you closed your eyes and tried to get your heart rate to calm down. "Your blood pressure is low," he whispered. "This is inconsistent. It's been on the higher side."

Your mind was swirling with information as you tried to sit up, but Bradley was already on his phone. "What are you doing?"

"Calling Dr. Morris. Just lay still, Sweetheart." He rolled a towel up and tucked it under your head while Rose squirmed.

You did as you were told, because you were suddenly so tired, you couldn't think. You started to doze on the floor as Bradley spoke with someone. You only had four more weeks to go, but you felt like this was the beginning of the end. You just wanted to get the rest of this pregnancy over with as soon as possible. As you pulled the towel over your eyes to block out the light, your head started pounding. And when Bradley checked your blood pressure a second time, you heard him sigh.

"It's a lot higher now," he told whomever was on the phone. "Yes... yes... no... okay." A few seconds later, he was laying down next to you with one strong arm wrapped around your body. He kissed your ear and whispered, "They said it could be normal for this late in your pregnancy. The last month can get rough again, but we'll keep an eye on everything. If you don't feel a little bit better by the morning, I'll take you to get checked out."

You swallowed hard. "But you're supposed to be teaching tomorrow. Remember?"

He wanted to try his hand at flight instruction. He'd been talking about it for months. There would be fewer deployments if he thought it was a good fit for him, and Maverick was giving him the opportunity fill in on occasion now for an opening in the future.

"I don't care about that," he replied easily. "Let me get you girls back in bed."

Eventually you fell asleep while he rubbed your back. You could make it a few more weeks. Probably.

You felt a tiny bit better as the days wore on, but you were exhausted and achy. Your feet started to get puffy and swollen, and you could barely make it through a day at work.

"Are you almost ready to come out?" you asked your own belly in early March. 

But Bradley shook his head and got down in his knees in the middle of cooking dinner. "Absolutely not," he whispered. "You stay in there as long as you can, Rosie." He looked up at you with wide, brown eyes. "We're all doing great. Preeclampsia is under control again. You look incredible. I'm holding down the fort. That Nugget needs to stay put."

"I'm so tired," you whined. "My mom keeps saying I need to rest now before she's born, but I can't. I can barely sleep, and I always feel like I'm on the verge of throwing up again. And I'm just so fucking tired, Bradley."

"I know," he whispered, letting his cheek rest on your enormous belly. You were handily the largest pregnant woman you'd ever seen in your life, and you swore you got bigger by the day. "I'm taking care of as much as I can so you don't have to."

You started crying. "I feel disgusting. Everything hurts. My tits feel like they're on fire. My back feels like that time I woke up hanging halfway off the bed when I was drunk after my bachelorette party. My face is broken out, and I'm hungry."

Bradley sent you to the table with a bowl of homemade soup and spent thirty minutes trying to coax you to start your maternity leave early. But what were you supposed to do with your time if you were at home? Worry about the baby? Eat until you gained another ten pounds? Get frustrated that you can't sleep?

"No," you said, shaking your head. "I like going to work. I want to go to work."

He ran his hand along his face and asked, "Are we still doing maternity pictures on Sunday?"

"Yeah," you whispered, annoyed that you had scheduled it so late in your pregnancy, but you wanted to have some photos taken while you were still pregnant for his birthday calendar. He told you ages ago that was something he'd enjoy, and at least your breasts looked pretty nice at the moment. "I need you to meet me at the beach after you're done playing golf."

"There's no way I'm going golfing, Sweetheart."

"You have to. You promised the guys you'd smoke those pink cigars with them. And you'll look adorable in the photos with your cheeks all flushed from your outing."

He rolled his eyes and grouched as he walked away. "We'll see," he mumbled. "We'll just see."

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Bradley was sipping pink champagne from the bottle and smoking a cigar in the golf cart, and he had to admit you were right for making him come today. You were miserable now. Sometimes when he touched you, he saw you wince. The last time you and he had sex was in the backseat of the blue Bronco a month ago. He kept telling you it was okay, but you cornered him this morning when he was trying to shave around his mustache, and you gave him a blowjob.

He was still thinking about his cock sliding expertly along between your lips when Jake lit up a cigar next to him. "You're almost there old man. More responsibility than you've ever had before."

Bradley grunted in response. "I'm ready. Can't wait to meet her." He couldn't stop thinking about passing along his last name and his mom's name to a new generation. If he never met you, he was sure he'd never be at this point now, but you made everything so exciting for him. "My Nugget."

Jake smirked in response. "Feel free to call me crying a few weeks after she's born when you need a break."

"Okay. Like you're some sort of baby professional," he muttered before taking another sip of champagne. "You weren't around when Jeremiah was a newborn."

"Well, I'm around now," Jake replied with a hard edge to his voice. "And I intend to keep it that way. Been thinking about proposing."

Bradley looked him in the eye and asked, "You think she'll say yes?"

While he looked just as cocky as ever, there was something unsure in his eyes. "How could anyone say no?"

Bradley shrugged in response. "I could say no to you all day long."

"You're not a woman."

"My wife told you no as well."

Jake glared at him before laughing. "Aren't you supposed to be getting photos taken or something? We've got two more holes to finish up."

"Yeah," Bradley grunted in response, ready to get out of here and get back to you. "Javy! Let's go!"

Javy was practicing his swing while smoking his own pink cigar, and that fact that Reuben was filling in with his thirty-four handicap and chugging champagne made Bradley really miss Bob. They all wound along the pathway toward the seventeenth green. Bradley got par on both holes and handily beat the other three, and then he ended up getting changed in his Bronco to head to the beach.

He was supposed to meet you and the photographer who had made both of his dirty Baby Girl calendars at a very specific spot on a very specific beach up near Oceanside, and when he arrived, you were topless.

"Jesus," he moaned, watching you cover your tits with your hands as you spun to face him.

"You're early!" you complained as he glanced along the deserted stretch of sand.

"I don't see the issue," he told you, closing the distance until he could kiss you. His eyes drifted down to your chest as he asked, "What are you doing, Sweetheart? Dirty maternity pictures?"

The photographer snorted as you shook your head. "Don't worry about it, Roo. It's for a special project," you said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. He desperately wanted to grab at you, but the two of you weren't alone, and he didn't want to make you wince again.

"I love special projects," he whispered, a little concerned that he might get hard as you dropped your hands and took your top back from the photographer with a thank you.

Then he was subjected to two hours of photos. Two hours of being posed and prodded while sand blew in his face. Two hours of being told he was only allowed to touch you in a specific way.

"Wouldn't it be better to take photos after Rose is here?" he mused when he was finally allowed to just watch you pose alone with your hands on your belly.

"Oh, don't worry about that. We'll have another round of pictures with her, too," you informed him.

"Great."

It was one thing to enjoy pictures of you, but Bradley wasn't a very good photography subject. He got tired of smiling after about three minutes. Honestly, he'd probably smile a lot more with his tiny daughter in his arms at home instead of on the beach where the wind was kicking up.

"We're just about done," the photographer informed him, but he knew what he wanted.

"Can we get a few with the sun setting where we aren't posed at all?" he asked.

You were standing with the waves rolling up around your toes as you asked, "What did you have in mind?"

He reached for you and pulled you close, one big hand coming up to your cheek as he said, "Maybe something like this." Then he kissed you just like he always would, and his other hand found your belly. "I love you," he murmured, and you kissed him harder. Your arms were around his neck like it was your very first kiss, and he couldn't stop smiling. 

He honestly forgot there was anyone else there at all until she said, "These look perfect."

He was still smiling as his forehead came to rest against yours. "Of course they do. I'm with my girls."

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As the month of March wore on and the days grew hotter again, you were getting more uncomfortable by the hour. Your due date was fast approaching, and you felt like you lived at Dr. Morris's office now. They were constantly taking urine samples and blood samples, and when they finally sent you home on March twentieth with a cotton ball and a bandaid on your arm, you pouted at Bradley as he drove.

"Can we stop and get some ice cream?" you asked. "I was really good during my appointment."

"You were so good, Baby Girl," he crooned playfully, giving your thigh a squeeze. "I'll get you some ice cream."

He stopped at the super secret little ice cream spot near base, and you sat on a bench together with double scoop cones. Bradley's tongue was a major distraction as he licked along his strawberry and raspberry scoops, and you had to try to keep up before your treat melted everywhere. 

When he kissed your cheek, his lips were cold as he said, "You're too slow," before stealing a huge lick from your scoops. "You're dripping onto your shirt."

"No, I'm not," you insisted. You hadn't felt anything dribble onto your outfit, but when you glanced down, there was a damp spot on your shirt. Your brow furrowed, wondering how that could be, and then you gasped. "Oh. Ohhh. Are my nipples leaking?" you asked softly, handing him your cone and trying to discreetly look down your shirt.

"Oh my god," he groaned loudly, ice creams forgotten as he tried to get a peek, too. "Please tell me the answer is yes."

You bit your lip as you pulled your tank top and snug sports bra away from your tender breasts, ready to moan from the pain and pleasurable sensations. "They are," you gasped. When you looked up into his brown eyes, there was ice cream dripping onto both of his hands, and his lips were parted in awe. "Do you want to go home?"

He grunted something unintelligible, and you watched him inhale the rest of his ice cream. The fact that he let you eat something so messy in his Bronco was almost unfathomable, but he buckled you in and sprinted around to the driver's side while you held your cone. His cheeks were bright red in the setting sunlight, and he drove a bit faster than he usually ever did, his knee bobbing in anticipation.

As you licked at your cone and rubbed a hand on your tender belly, you sweetly asked, "What exactly do you want to do when we get home, Roo?"

He glanced over at you several times, pupils blown wide, before he rasped, "I need to taste you."

"Bradley," you moaned, squeezing your thighs together as he pulled into the driveway. "Please. I want you to."

"Fuck," he grunted, shifting into park and running back around to get you. He tossed your cone over his shoulder onto the grass, and he didn't complain when you wrapped your sticky fingers around his neck. He hauled you inside and took a seat on the couch with his legs spread wide and his erection bobbing in his gym shorts. "Show me, please," he begged, and you started to strip off your shirt. When you peeled off your bra as well, his eyes went even wider, and he took you gently by the hips until you were straddling his waist. 

"Jesus Christ," he whispered, eyes darting from your face to your breasts as a small bead of your breast milk dripped from your nipple. His fingers flexed on your hips and he whimpered.

"Go ahead," you coaxed, running your fingers through his hair. You were completely mesmerized by how badly he wanted this, and when he ran his tongue along your nipple before sucking gently, you whined.

He released you with a pop as your aching belly rested against him, and the possessive look in his eyes left you breathless. You guided him closer again with your hand at the back of his head, and this time, he didn't stop. He sucked and laved, lapping up your milk and buried his face in your breasts. You were leaking from both sides now, and he didn't let a single drop go to waste. He ran his nose and his fingers through it, tasting you on his skin as well as your own.

"You're so fucking warm," he whispered reverently. "And sweet. Oh my god, Baby Girl. Oh my god." Then his flat tongue swiped out for another taste. You let him keep going, loving the feel of his mouth and mustache, almost soothing you. By the time you pulled his cock free from his shorts, his tip was bright and angry looking, and after two pumps in your hand, he came all over both of you. Your leggings and his clothing were covered, but he was still lapping at your nipples, cheeks rosy and pupils wide.

"Daddy," you whispered, pulling away as you started to feel a little overstimulated and dizzy. "That was so hot."

He sank back against the couch, looking around like he was surprised to find the mess he just made. "Oh. Fuck. I'm sorry," he whispered, chest rising and falling with each deep breath. "I'll clean you up."

But you were laughing softly. "You got so carried away."

"I know," he groaned. "Your magic tits are killing me."

You whimpered and let him help you stand, and then you took him with you to get a shower. He didn't lick them again, but his hands were right there and his eyes were hazy as he looked you up and down.

"You're obsessed. What are you going to do when I'm no longer pregnant?"

His eyes lit up. "Well, I'll be delighted. Both of my girls will be here. And it's not like I wasn't obsessed with you before you were pregnant."

"Hmm, I suppose you're right." But as you climbed into bed, completely exhausted, you smirked as Bradley wrote a few paragraphs in the Nugget Notebook. You were wearing nursing pads now, but you came up with a little plan for the following day.

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Bradley left base a little late. He was honestly so thankful that Maverick was giving him an opportunity to help teach the newest batch of aviators to arrive at Top Gun, but it was a lot of extra work that he wasn't used to. He drove home with a folder of things he needed to take a look at, but all he could really think about was your tits. Big, round, warm, perfect.

He hadn't seen you all day, but he blushed every time he thought about how he blew his load everywhere last night. He was also a little afraid he might do it again if you let him loose on your lactating nipples. Jesus, how was he supposed to function now that he knew what you tasted like?

Anxiously, he ran his fingers through his hair. Okay, so he knew he needed it. If you were home already, he'd just ask you nicely if he could get in there before he cooked dinner. And to his delight, he saw your Bronco in the driveway when he drove down the street.

"Excellent," he muttered, trying to waddle up the walkway with a semi erect cock in his khakis. Ah, but you knew him so well. You knew he was going to be a mess all the time now. When he walked inside, you were standing there in the living room topless. He could barely see your lace panties for the size of your belly, but you were smiling as a droplet of your milk formed on your left nipple.

"Hi, Daddy," you greeted playfully, and he took two steps into the room before the look on your face changed from smiley to shocked. "Oh!" you gasped, looking down at your feet and taking a step backwards. "I think... oh my god. I think I just wet myself!"

Bradley's eyes went wide as he dropped everything he was holding. "Sweetheart. I think your water broke."

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[jonesy-and-max]

part 19: Jonesy & Max

Jonesy watched the stars in the clear night sky. It was a beautiful night, despite everything that had happened, this late October Friday weather had been perfect. Thinking about the bigger picture had been a coping mechanism for Jonesy since she was ten years old. If something embarrassing or stressful threatened to overwhelm her, she tried to “pull out,” as she put it. She thought about how she was just one small human being in a state, in a country, on the planet earth, in the solar system, in the galaxy, in the wider universe. The stars in the sky and the infinite vastness of space didn’t care about what she was going through. Her problems were so small, so meaningless in the face of eternity. She would lose herself in that endless sea of creation and suddenly things wouldn’t seem so bad. Everything would just feel so ephemeral to her and it would give her a strange sense of comfort. A relief. Knowing that time would pass and the knots in her stomach would someday be a distant memory, or forgotten altogether.

Clang, clang, clang.

Max’s steps up the metal ladder alerted Jonesy to his return. Jonesy lifted herself to greet him. She had been lying on the battered and beaten old couch that the two of them had brought onto the roof of Popcorn Video last summer. They had seen it in a movie (or show?) once and thought it would be dope as fuck to have a couch on the roof. They could hang out or bring girls up there, it would be like their own private clubhouse. They had found a good, comfortable, and appropriately weathered couch, but when they had managed to get it behind the video store they were confronted with the reality of the situation. The logistics of getting a couch up a small metal ladder had not occurred to them. Jonesy and Max are many things, and stubborn is absolutely one of them. Working in tandem and with many setbacks the couch had been delivered to its rooftop resting place. It was all worth it in the end. It was, in fact, dope as fuck to have a couch on the roof of the video store. They didn’t manage to get any girls to join them, but they did smoke a metric fuck ton of weed up there and eat lunch sometimes.

Max held in his hand a six-pack of PBR and two bags of Munchos to snack on. Jonesy made room for him on the couch as he set down the provisions, cracking open a couple of cans for Jonesy and himself. He handed her the can and she took a few chugs before setting it down and laying her head on Max’s lap, eyes to the stars once again. Max drank his beer and sighed, looking out past the street at the town lights in the distance.

“Oh!” Max snapped his fingers, “I almost forgot!”

He dug around the back of his jeans and pulled out Jonesy’s cap. He put it on her face, she laughed and gave it a kiss.

“Hello, beautiful!” She sat up straight and placed it ceremoniously on her head. 

Jonesy swung around, replacing her head with her legs across Max’s lap. She took another couple drinks from her beer and sighed.

“So…” Jonesy started.

“So…” Max offered.

The two of them looked at their beers, fascinated by nothing. They had never been through something like this before, between the two of them. Neither of them knew quite where to begin. So, they began where all good reconciliations should start. They both looked up from their beers, catching each other’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, dude.” They said in unison.

“No, I’m sorry!” Again, at the same time.

“Jonesy…”

“Max!”

“No, dude, I’m so sorry about the Gina thing. That was fucked up, I should’ve told you…”

“I’m sorry I freaked out!”

“You had every right to freak out!”

“Yeah, haha.” Jonesy took another drink, finishing off her can.

“You know I would never…” Max began, suddenly feeling exposed, “Jonesy. You’re, like…you know…Well, you know.” He hoped she would just understand and not force him to say more.

“I know?” Jonesy raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on! You know!”

“No, I don’t know, Max!” She wasn’t going to let him off the hook.

Max took a deep breath that turned into another long sigh. He rolled his eyes and ended up pointing them at the sky, avoiding Jonesy’s gaze, “You’re, like…the most important person in the world to me, dude. I never want to hurt you.”

Jonesy smiled, she swung her feet off of his lap and snuggled in close next to him. She laid her head on his shoulder and felt his body relax. He was soft and warm and comfortable on the cold autumn night.

“You’re right, I did know, haha.”

Max laughed and put his arm around his best friend, holding her close.

“So,” Jonesy asked, “How was the movie?”

“Ha!” Max shook his head, “I left after, like, halfway through.”

“You left??”

“It just wasn’t the same without you.”

Jonesy righted herself and looked at him. She could feel tears welling up behind her eyes. He gave a bashful smile and a little shrug. She gave him a little punch in the shoulder and wrapped her arms around him in a big hug, nearly pushing him off the couch.

“Okay, okay! Haha!” He hugged her back.

“You know,” Jonesy wiped the tears from her eyes, “I, uh, talked some stuff out with Gina before I left for the Silver Mine.”

“Oh?” Max tread carefully.

“Yeah,” Jonesy laid back on the couch and let out a groan, “I…think she…actually might have real feelings or whatever for you. So…I don’t think she’s just being an asshole.”

“So…does that mean…you’re cool with, like, us maybe…”

“No! I’m not cool with it!” Jonesy bristled, “But, if she makes you happy (for some inexplicable reason), then, I can try to be not uncool…with it.”

Max brightened and gave Jonesy another big hug, “Dude!”

“Okay, okay!” She laughed and rolled her eyes. “But, there are ground rules! I don’t wanna hear about any…stuff…and I don’t want to see any gross kissy kissy crap around me. Fair?”

“Fair!”

 Jonesy and Max nodded at each other, fist bumping twice in quick succession in agreement.

“So, what about you and Jamie?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say I royally fucked that one up permanently.”

“Oh come on, just cause you might’ve broken her nose and puked all over her boobs??” 

“Um, yeah, exactly for those reasons!”

“Oh, pshaw! She’ll get over it. It’ll be just a hilarious story you tell your kids someday.”

Max took two cans of beer, placing one between his legs to help with the swelling, the other he cracked open and indulged.

“You’ll see. Mark my words. She’ll be back.”

“You’re insane!” Jonesy laughed. “But, I did get my first kiss ever, from a girl, and it was from Jamie fucking Reynolds…”

“And fingered! That ain’t nothin’, dude!”

“So, despite every stupid fucking thing that happened today…That was pretty fucking cool.”

“Hell yeah!”

The two of them clinked their cans of beer in celebration of Jonesy’s triumphs.

“Oh!” Jonesy felt the rim of her cap, “I almost forgot!” She pulled off her hat and whipped out her last joint of Squirt.

“Is that squirt?”

“You know it, dude! My last one and the universe is telling me it’s time to light this baby up!”

“Huh? No, I mean your pants. I forgot to ask if you pissed yourself again, or what?”

“Oh…yeah when Jamie fingered me I came so hard, I just kinda blasted all over the place.”

“Bwahahaa!! That’s amazing. Gross.” Max pushed her.

“Fuck off!” Jonesy pushed him back. “You wanna smoke this or not?”

“Grease me up, woman!” Max said in his best Groundskeeper Willie voice.

Jonesy took a long drag and passed the joint to Max. She held it as long as she could before releasing a cloud of smoke into the night. She watched as it swirled and drifted, dissipating into the stars. She closed her eyes, opening them slowly, coming to rest on Max. He quietly hummed a song she couldn’t put her finger on as he exhaled his own cloud. It mixed with what was left of hers, a sweet perfume of earthy aromas hung in the air. Max scraped his sneakers along the roof of Popcorn Video and leaned back into the couch, smiling, content. He passed the joint back to Jonesy who took another hit. They had been together like this, side by side, a hundred times before, but today something was different. Neither would be able to express just what it was, but it was good and it felt right. It was at that moment that Jonesy truly understood that Max would always be there. Right there next to her, by her side. She felt like she might cry again, but instead she just smiled to herself and tried to remember him exactly as he was in that moment. 

“Hey, Max.”

“Yeah, Jonesy?”

[mrsbbradshaw]

can you write something for maverick? maybe some domestic fluff? tg1 mav or dilf mav, both are good

Mornings of Spring

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Fem! Reader

Warnings : Top Gun spoilers, a pinch of angst, both fluff and domestic fluff

Synopsis : She fell first but he fell harder

Reader's callsign : 'Gucci' (she's always known for her bold red Gucci purse)

Reader's lastname : Reyes

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell was the hardest person she could ever crack. The first time they met was back in 1985 when she was the only female pilot to enter Top Gun.

She had eyes for him the day she entered the Fighter Weapons School. They spoke a few times, greeting each other here and there, making small talks, they were friends, sometimes going to bars together with Nick Bradshaw.

"20 bucks if you can pull a girl from here, tonight, Mav" she teased, getting a 20 dollar bill from her red Gucci purse which earned her, her callsign.

"Will I still get it if I pull you ?" He cocked a brow, smirking at her.

The young female lieutenant pushed her friend playfully when in fact, it made her heart race. Sadly, it was a joke.

What's more sad was that she was his 'advisor' during his relationship with Charlie. Goose and her was always his wingman (not literally), but mostly, it was her since she's knows alot of 'girl stuff'.

It all turned after Goose passed away. Pete had no wingman and she was assigned as his new one. She noticed the distance between them after his best friend died.

He no longer talked to her as he quit Top Gun abruptly. He only came back during graduation, with his eyes focused on her in her white military uniform.

She smiled at him, even after he practically cut ties with everyone. He was confused at her, how is it that she's pretending like nothing had happened.

And as time passed, they worked together as partners, it took a while for Maverick to get over his mourning period.

Y/n "Gucci" Reyes stood beside him, offering him her shoulders to cry on, the two of them cried together sometimes, it was hard to swallow that their best friend was dead.

The guilt that ate Maverick was bigger than it did to y/n. She wasn't there that day, she didn't see him die. But he did.

It took him a long time to open up to her, he was the hardest person to talk to for a time being. As his relationship with Charlie was declining, she had told him to do what he thinks is best, she'd thought that he didn't listen to her, but to her surprise, he did listen.

They broke up.

she never left him after that, she didn't care how harsh he was to her, she knew he needed someone to talk to so she became that person.

They grew closer over time, he became more comfortable with her, the two grew closer.

It was spring, when they had a heart-felt conversation after a long time.

"Why is it that you're always smiling ? What's with that look on your face that's always pretends like mothing's ever happened ?"

"You think I smile alot, Pete ?" He nodded as an answer, taking a sip from his beer as they sat on the porch, outside of her home, the sun was set and dinner was done.

She looked at the plants that have begun to grow again. The fresh leaves and flower started to reappear.

Y/n took a sip from her booze, wrapping herself around his jacket.

"I'm not really a public person when it comes to my stories,"

"Why ?"

"I mean, you saw me cry, you saw me blow up like there's no tomorrow but," She let out a deep sigh

"People are already living with a lot on their plate, I just don't want to add more....burden by telling my story"

"Don't do that" He eyed her so tenderly that the look on his eyes was one that she would never forget.

"huh ?" she blinked twice

"Don't call yourself a burden, you'd always tell me your story about what happened-"

Gucci pursed her lips

Then he realised it, all the times they were together, she never talked about any of her problems, she never told anyone about her family, they were always talking about what had occurred inside the navy.

Maverick was always the one venting and opening up, she was just a listener.

Guilt.

He felt guilty, a part of him thought that he was a douchebag for not asking about her life.

"I want to know you"

"you do ?"

His eyes were so different in moments like these, more soft than she knew eyes could be. The soldier was gone and instead it is the eyes of one who cares deeply.

"I thought you didn't want to, you were always busy with....her" she chuckled, breaking off the eye contact that made her cheeks burn, she eyed the plants on her balcony.

'Shit' he thought to himself, all this time he was blind.

She gave him so many signs yet he didn't realise it until this very moment when he thought that what she said just now was the missing piece to the puzzle.

Everything was perfectly clear now, how she rejected dates with Iceman every time he tried to ask her out, how she was always beside him, smiling, listening. Maverick would always notice the looks she was giving him, yet pushing her away indirectly.

She just told him that she likes him.

Even after such a long time she still likes him ?

Y/n let out a deep breath,

"Well, it's getting dark, you should get back, we have an early day tomorrow"

She was stop by his hand grabbing her wrist, he stood up from where he was seated, she gazed into his green eyes, figuring out what stunt he was trying to pull.

"Pete ?" She called him

He was so focused on her eyes that he had ignored for so long yet only came to realise after everything she has gone through. She did not even notice how much closer he was now.

It was her.

It was only her, the sole thing left in the universe, eyes shining like two worlds only for him, visible only to him, and her eyes that always drew his attention. It was her laugh, her personality, her trademark smile, the way she whispered his name. It was her, it always was, and it always will be.

He cursed at himself for being blind, he cursed himself for not listening to Goose when he told her that Gucci might like him.

"Pete" She repeated with a soft and quiet voice.

He took a step closer, cupping her soft cheeks while her fingers brushed the hem of his white shirt : worn cotton and old. She must have seen him a thousand times in this shirt, but she had never seen it so close before. It complimented him well, playing against the world of his eyes in a way that visibly appealed to her.

Maverick began to see even more of her face under the darkening blush. He was looking down on her — really looking, and all the nervousness he was so prone to feeling washed out of him like a tidal wave, flooding from the tips of his fingers and crashing out of his mouth as it parted in the slightest way, almost invisible. But he knew it was, for her eyes fluttered down to it.

Neither knew who took the final step, but someone did, and they were no longer two people with two stories and two minds, but one.

She finally noticed how close he truly was when his lips enclosed on hers; soft yet immersive, gentle yet powerful all the same. 

Just as quickly as her hands laced with his, She responded with such enthusiasm that he was taken aback at first, but regained his composure and reminded himself of what was happening

He was really kissing her, she was really kissing him, and the world around them was meaningless.

It still wasn't clear if she dreamed this moment to life, but there was raw emotion in the way his fingers curled around hers. Maverick kept his eyes half open, sneaking a guilty peek at her every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn't a product of his imagination.

He wasn't sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into a perfect present, but every breath he took smelled like jasmine and for the first time since he'd known himself, he didn't feel shy. If anything, the warm feeling of her breath, although destabilizing, was inviting. This time around he draped both arms around her small frame and met her lips again halfway.

He took a step back, heat rising to his face, still putting a soft smile on his face

"Is it okay if I stay the night ?"

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On spring of the year 1990, they were known as Mr & Mrs Mitchell.

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Present Day.

Spring was always her favourite season.

It was the season where she met her husband for the first time.

Spring was the same season that she got married with her husband.

Ever since, she had always loved waking up beside him, every single morning for more than 3 decades.

When she found someone to love and wake up with that person a lot, she forgot about her previous loneliness. It just evaporates.

She just gain a sense of fullness and purpose. Everything comes together and many wild things seem possible.

He's just finish showering and is looking for a specific white shirt.

"Hey honey, have you seen my white shirt, the one I used uhh two days ago ?"

He walked into the bedroom half naked, a towel covering his waist and below. He stops immediately after seeing his wife still asleep.

He adores watching her sleep. How her face was calm, quiet, while her breathing was peaceful and patient. He always strokes her hair, and watches her sleep. Even when she was asleep, he thinks that she`s gorgeous. Watching her on his side of the bed makes his soul peaceful.

He would sometimes think about the outcome if he hadn't married her. Looking back, he thought that it was one of the best decisions of her life and he knew that Goose would be proud of him.

It was a morning routine for him.

Kissing his wife's forehead, whispering "Good morning, love" and lightly squeezing her hand before starting his day.

"huh ?" She slowly opened her eyes, squinting to the sight of her husband half naked.

She wiped her eyes twice before letting out a yawn,

"Good morning, Pete" She gave him a smile.

"I ironed your shirt yesterday, it's there..." She pointed to the hanger. She had prepared it the night before, somehow getting the gut feeling that he was going to wear it.

"you're one of a kind" He placed another kiss on her cheeks

"I'm gonna go an work on the plane,"

"hmm, alright"

With the sun peeking through the blinds of their room, she get up from bed and opened the windows of their room to a clear morning sky that appeared for the first time in a few days. The smell of her fresh tulips greeted her for the morning.

Y/n Mitchell got dressed, changing out from her pyjamas into one of his shirt, slipping it over her head and watching it settle down near her thighs.

She stepped into the kitchen to cook breakfast. Taking out a few ingredients from the fridge, she had decided to cook waffles, then bringing two plates out for them.

Their kids, the twins, Maisie and Garren were on a camping trip, so they had the house all to themselves.

A small smile would appear on her face looking at him fixing his plane, he looked so focus yet with his biceps on display, it a sight that she never got tired to see.

He had noticed her presence and called her out, "Are you gonna stare forever ?"

She brought the plates, placing it onto the glass table near the plane, he took a seat across her and looked at her for sometime.

There was a moment of silence as the two as they made eye contact. If it were anyone else she would drop her gaze, but with him she's drawn in closer, always wanting more. 

It's the look that she had on her face, she would look at him like she would look at her garden filled with breathtaking flowers on a beautiful day. Lost in the thoughts yet so present in the moment. She had this little grin on her face that he loved so much whenever she watched their kids laugh at something she said and she looks at them like nothing else mattered in this world.

He couldn't help but look at her like she was the most beautiful and unique work of art of all. When she decided to retire as a naval aviator, he had never gave so much support, assuring her that it's a decision that would have a great change.

He was jealous of her sometimes, he was jealous that his wife's rank was higher than his.

VICE ADMIRAL Y/N "GUCCI" MITCHELL

He was always getting into trouble, Iceman and Gucci were the ones taking him out from them. She had told him that even if he was captain, everyone respected him. The navy had no one else like Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

So when the news of her retiring from the navy arrived, everyone around her gave her a warm hug of goodbye. Her husband was the most supportive of all.

He took a deep breath, trying to look away, but he can't. He's so involve with her and mesmerised with every single feature on her face. He fell harder than she did.

It was the same look he gave her that night on the porch, outside her home more or less 30 years ago.

"What" she spoke, breaking off the silence

"Nothing, I'm thinking of how lucky I am"

"Lucky ?" She questioned

"How lucky I am to call you my wife."

A/N: Hey Anon ! Thanks for the request, I thought of writing for both Tg1 & 2 Mav HAHAHA, I hope you liked this one :)

[goddess-evelle]

Hey bb could u write a sapnap and dream x reader polyamorous smut were they get into a fight and they make y/n cry and they try to make it up to her by doing nice things or sm but she is still hurt about it so ( with CONSENT) they decide to please her until she is sobbing and begging them to stop ( there is n established safe word if she really wanted them to stop she'd say the safe word) but they don't stop and praise and coaxe her through many orgasms and then they take care of her as she's all sensitive and twitchy under there touch

Better without me

A/n: I went off on this, so I will make a second part finishing it.

Warnings: Mention of neglect towards the reader, angst, very much hurtful thoughts. Smut in the next part. SFW. Slightly suggestive or provocative acts, also slight girl on girl action;)

Dream x Sapnap x fem reader

Words: 2,1??- I don't even know why I wrote so much.

As the dumb bitch that I am I forgot I made two different parts of this one of them that I discarded, so yeah that was a mess, but I fixed it.

Part 1 (You are here now)

Part 2

“I understand, but I just want to spend time with my boyfriends” Your voices cracks as you try to make light into the situation.

“No Y/n, you do not fucking understand. You don’t know what is like to spend hours on hours playing. Just to finally finish and have to spend ten more hours editing. You don’t understand how it is! You should be more considerate when you fucking ask us to ‘spend time with you’ ” Dream’s words come flying out as the three of you had been arguing for what felt like hours. Your reply got stuck in your throat as Sapnap started talking.

“Exactly like you are always bitching about wanting to be with us, but you never do shit for us. You know that we are both busy working. You are so fucking annoying.” Sapnap’s words eco through your mind. Were you really that annoying? Maybe you were just being too clingy towards the boys. You just wanted to spend time with them. Sapnap and Dream were in a relationship while the three of you were roommates, and a part of you always felt as if you had missed on a big part of the relationship, so you tried to spend time with them to make up for the lost time. Now, with Sapnap saying that you are annoying you can only feel as if you intrude into their relationship. Your mind flooded with thoughts of them just being in a relationship with you just because you lived with them; maybe they didn’t even love you. Your own mind created scenarios in your head as your insecurities took over you. They obviously didn’t love you or they would spend time with you. If they loved you they would make time for you. If they loved you they would’ve been more attentive of you. If they loved you they would pay attention to you. These thoughts kept your mind busy, and finally everything clicked. You finally understood why you felt so out of place all the time.

“You are not even listening to us!” Dreams shakes a hand in front of you face trying to gain your attention again, and you wonder just for how long had you been thinking.

“Honestly, y/n we can spend time together later . We have to film manhunt. Go do something or I don’t fucking know.” Sapnap says, but you are not listening to what he is saying. They leave and you are left in the bedroom alone. You look around the room for your phone as you look at the hour, and put 10 minutes on the timer. You wait patiently as the 10 minutes pass by as you lay on the bed looking at the ceiling. You close your eyes for what feels like a second before you hear the alarm go off. You grabbed your phone stopping the alarm, and texting your best friend to get ready; you both were going out. You got dressed with a simple dress quickly. You did your hair, and makeup as you made your way towards the front door. You just needed to leave; you had been suffocating the boys with your presence for too long. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you made your way towards the front door only to be stopped by a furry friend. You smiled sadly looking at the cat laying on front of you.

“Oh, sweet thing don’t worry. I will see you in a bit.” You say as you scratch Patches head. The cat looks up at you as if she understands. You give her a little kiss on the nose before grabbing your keys of the house. You make your way outside the door only to see your neighbor right next to where your car is.

“Hi, good afternoon.” You say politely.

“Hi, I didn’t know you guys were going out.” He says looking at you suspiciously.

“Oh, um yeah, just me. The boys are kind of busy.” You try to lie, but you know that by the redness on your face he might catch up to your lie. He looks at you to try and decipher if you think he is stupid or something. Before he could answer you say a quick goodbye as you climb into your car, and start the car getting ready to drive. It takes you 40 minutes to get to your friend’s house to talk to her. After venting to her for an hour; you both went to the club. You just needed to forget about the boys’ words for a bit. You look at your phone before you go inside the club to see the hour 12:59am. Good hour to be on a club you think as you make your way towards the bar with your friend. Time passes by like a blink as you drink, and dance with your friend. Before you know it you are in the middle of the dance floor as you dance with your friend.

You look around the club to see two familiar faces, but you are too drunk to remember their names. You do know that they won’t stop looking at you, so you take advantage that you are with a friend to tease a little. There is no ill will if you tease them. You turn towards your friend pulling her closely to you. She is taller than you which helps the case. You whisper in her ear that there are two hot boys looking at you, and that you wanted to give them a show. She looks to where you tell her; she finds Dream and Sapnap looking at the two of you from a far. She laughs knowing that you love the boys so much that you even find their stare in a crowded club while you are drunk. She sees that the boys look mad, but knowing plenty of your sexual experiences with the boys from what you’ve told her. She knows you’ll just love to tease them, so that they punish you. She agrees to help you, so your wrap your hand around her neck as you make eye contact with the boys. They move slightly closer, so that they can see you under the disco light. Your skin glows under the purple light that reflects off your shoulder and leg. The boys watch as you kiss your friend’s neck while looking at them. You slowly give mouth opened kisses to her skin maintaining eye contact. You glide your tongue on her skin slowly tasting the sweet cookie dough cologne on her skin.

You turn your back on your friend facing towards the boys as you grab your friend’s hands, and glide them down your body taking extra time on your boobs, and your stomach stopping at your pelvic bone. You grind your ass back on your friend’s pelvis looking at the boys seeing as the taller boy tries to make his way towards you, but the smaller boy holds him back mumbling something that you could only decipher as “let’s see what she does”. You smirk as them as you make sexier moves against your friend; your hands grab her neck pulling it towards you, and she understands what you want. She pretends to give you a kiss on your neck as you roll your head back letting out a fake moan that the boys don’t hear, but they can imagine that you are in pleasure. You look over them to see a bulge in both of their pants; you smirk noticing that they are both big as you take swing of your beer finishing it completely. You give big gulps showing that you in fact swallow before turning to be front to front with your friend. You repeat the kisses on her neck while looking at the boys, and you feel your own breath getting heavier. You look over to see the smaller boys rub over the taller boy’s bulge; you feel your panties get wetter at the action. You turn to your friend and move forward to give her a kiss, but before you can make contact with her lips you feel a pair of arms pulling you away. You look up to see the taller boy holding you in his arms looking awfully angry at you. You scurry off his embrace as you tell them that you don’t want anything with them. The guy gets a tighter grip on you, and you try to move away only to be sandwiched into the body of the smaller guy.

“Y/n look at me; you know who I am” You look up at the mention of your name; to find Dream staring down at you.

“Oh h- hey D-dream what are you doing here?” You say mind still too gone to make coherent sentences.

“Um yeah, she got very drunk. Saying something about not being good enough for the two of you” Your friend intervenes. Dream looks at Sapnap behind you to give Sap a worried look.

“So, everything that she was flirting with us; she didn’t do it to be a brat?” Sapnap asks confused.

“Well, she wanted to ‘tease two hot guys’ that’s what she said, so even as she was drunk. She is still attracted to the two of you” Your friend smiles remembering “I remember when you guys became a couple. She felt so out of place because she liked the two of you. She was going to move in with me to not disturb you two. She is really in love with the two of you, so whatever the fuck the two of you did. You better fix it or I will take her to live with me. The poor girl drove all the way to my house to spend an hour crying about how the two of you didn’t love her” Your friend reproaches your boyfriends as you are finding comfort in the tall man’s arms your mind not even paying attention to their conversation as you admire the hot boys.

“She- she really thought we didn’t love her?” Dream’s voice cracks as he looks down at you where you are staring at him lovingly.

“Yes, she always thought that she was ruining your relationship, and with the things you told her she felt like you guys just wanted to break up with her.” Your friend says giving the boys a bad look. “So, you guys take her with you. I’ll drive her car to my place; I didn’t drink, so I will be fine. How did you find her anyways?”

“We have an app to share location at any moment, so we know she is safe” Sapnap said as he led the way towards their car. They bid their goodbyes to your friend. Dream got in the driver’s seat as Sapnap went in the back with you. You sat next to Sapnap looking at the boy as you guys drove home.

“I can’t believe I’m going home with two hot boys. You guys chose me over all the girls in the club” You say your words stinging in the boys’ heart as they took a peek on what you thought of them.

“Well, to be honest. I was surprised; I thought you’d have a boyfriend” Dream says smoothly.

“I mean yeah. I used to have two boyfriends at the same time! Can you believe that? Two people loved me at the same time! Me!” you talked with surprise laced in your voice and the boys swallowed a lump in their throat as they saw how much you worshipped your relationship with them.

“Huh you must love them a lot” Sapnap said voice trembling as he watched your eyes shine.

“Of course, I do! They are the best boys I know. They are literally so perfect, but I don’t think they love me that much”

“Why do you think that?” This time Dream asked as his voice cracked at the change in demeanor you were clearly sad now.

“Well, they are just so perfect that sometimes I think they don’t need me. I think they would be even happier without me. I feel like I’m just ruining their relationship.” Sapnap is crying by the time you finish your statement. The boys can’t believe you would say such a thing. Did they really make you feel that way? They both felt so bad. Sapnap can’t help, but to leap in to hug you. His tears falling on your shoulder as you accept his hug still in your drunken state.

“But it’s okay if they don’t love me. They still have each other, and they are totally soulmates. So, if I leave; they will still be happy with each other.” You finish as Dream pulls into the driveway.

Part 2