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[coldarena]

blows a kiss to everyone writing banika fic

[sometimesanalice]

That’s My Girl

Summary: Bradley has been looking after you for longer than he can remember. You’ve always been his favorite person. So when some guy makes an unwelcomed move on you, that last thing he’s going to do is just sit back and watch it happen.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 6.7K

Warning: language, male chauvinism, allusions to smut, some angst with a happy ending

(author's note: this is a fic is set in the 'Like I Can' universe, however it can be read on it's own!

In hindsight, Bradley should have known how rowdy the crowd at the Hard Deck was going to be tonight.

Sailors fresh off a several months long deployment were always a boisterous bunch. But Sailors fresh from a deployment during San Diego Fleet Week were a different thing entirely.

The bar is packed and humid, even with the doors and windows opened for the Pacific breeze. Penny’s old air conditioning unit might be on its last legs because Bradley’s shirt is sticking to the skin of his back. He’d nearly lost his mind when he’d seen that bead of sweat work its way down your neck and between your breasts when you’d pressed a kiss to his cheek and told him you were getting a refill and asked if he wanted anything.

Bradley really hoped you’d be up for leaving soon. He wouldn’t mind taking a dip in the pool at your apartment. Or better yet, getting you to join him for a cool shower.

It wasn’t the just the deep v of your tank top- or those sweet little embroidered flowers along the edges of it- that hand his fingers twitching to touch you. Although he liked those too.

It was that damn bow.

When Bradley had picked you up from your apartment earlier this evening and seen you wearing that, he’d given you a wolf whistle so loud it had caused your neighbor’s dog to start barking.

He’d taken advantage of your surprised laugh to back you up against your front door to get his mouth along the column of your neck. He’s always been a big picture kind of guy. And he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he was tugging open that bow between your breasts with his teeth.

You’d all but sighed his name as your fingers tangled in his hair.

Bradley.

And just as he’d reached your collarbone, you’d pulled him back up to your mouth like you were going to kiss him and murmured Later against his lips before slipping past him, like the menace that you are, leaving him to chase after the trail of your perfume.

You knew what you were doing, that was for damn sure. He’s always been a sucker for a bow. And for you.

Bradley had more than appreciated the extra sway you’d put in your hips just for him as you walked down your hallway towards the elevator. He’d grinned to himself as he set off after you, because at the end of the night, his girlfriend would be coming home with him.

Earlier in the evening, Coyote had been fast to claim the cluster of tables that some Butterbars had left to close out their tabs, most likely onto their way to the next stop of many for the night. It was lucky timing, because there’d been a nonstop steady stream of people making their way into the unofficial designated Naval watering hole for Fleet Week. There was a mix of civilians, Naval regulars who are stationed at North Island, and the visiting Sailors dressed in their uniforms on liberty. Bradley wasn’t sure how many more bodies could be packed in until some of the worn wooden shingles of the bar started popping off.

The lively and loud atmosphere of Fleet Week was something that Bradley had typically enjoyed in the past. He liked seeing people cut loose and laugh as they swapped stories with their friends and families. And he’d been happy to do his part to add to the good times, having been pulled to the piano twice already.

Over the years he’d built up a curated collection crowd-pleasers for occasions just like this. Part peacocking, part coping. While he’s never been the type to shy away from being the center of attention, he’d also found it was easier to breathe in the spotlight. Because with everyone’s eyes on him, it was impossible to feel alone.

So much has changed for him since getting permanently stationed in San Diego. And all for the better. That loneliness was a thing of the past, because now when he played, he was surrounded by all of his favorite people

But Bradley still ends his impromptu sets the same way he always has, with Jerry Lee Lewis. Only now he gets to sing it directly to the girl who’d given him the sheet music to the song in the first place.

The same one, he’s realized, who hasn’t returned back from getting her refill yet.

Bradley takes a quick glance around the corner of the bar they’d laid claim too. Bob, Fanboy, and Payback were lounging against the side of the pool table chatting up some of the visiting Sailors, since there wasn’t enough room to actually play a round without taking someone out with one of the cues. Coyote was leaning over the jukebox flipping through the albums with a pretty civilian who was out with her friends that he’d met and was clearly trying to impress. And Jake and Nat were seated with him at one of the tall round tables taking about the new Top Gun students, where your chair next to him was still empty.

Everyone was accounted for, except you.

There are so many people packed around the edges of the bar that it takes him a moment to find you. He thought maybe you’d been held up by Penny or Jimmy or some other familiar face, but he doesn’t recognize the man who standing way too close to you. But the firm press of your lips tells him everything he needs to know.

He sees the next moment playout as if it’s in slow motion. Watching as you attempt to take a step back, only for the guy to wrap his hand around your wrist to keep you from moving away. Bradley sees you glance down at that hand on you, and back up at the stranger. He knows that look in your eyes as you shake out of his grip. You aren’t just annoyed, you’re pissed.

Bradley slams his beer down and shoves his stool back.

He hears Jake curse behind him, “Oh, shit.”

Chair legs screech against the wooden floor as his friends hustle to follow after him, but he doesn’t wait for them to catch up.

There’s a trail of spilled cocktails and beers in his wake as he unapologetically weaves through the tightly crammed bodies that separate him from you. If anyone has an issue with him later, they can put a refill on his tab. But right now, his only goal is getting to you.

He doesn’t slow for a second. He just struts right up and steps in between you and the other man.

“Do we have an issue here?” he rasps, folding his arms over his chest.

Bradley takes the guy in with a hard glower. The name tape on his uniform reads Wilson. A LTJG, based on his shoulder boards, from one of the visiting ships. The man is big, but Bradley is bigger. And he outranks him. The guy might not know it yet, but it was just another thing he was planning on making crystal clear.

You put a hand on his tense shoulder. “Everything is fine.”

“It sure as shit doesn’t seem fine.” He doesn’t take his glare off of Wilson. “I think it’s time for you to go now.” He jerks his chin towards the front door.

“We’re just having a friendly conversation,” the other man drawls, sending him a wink. The implied innuendo makes Bradley’s jaw clench. There wasn’t anything “friendly” about the way he’d been using his size to keep you trapped at the bar.

The guy is trashed. There’s a blankness behind his eyes that Bradley doesn’t like the look of. He must have pre-gamed before going out because Penny and Jimmy weren’t ones to overserve.

“No, what you’re doing is paying your tab and leaving this bar.” It’s an order.

“Bradley.” You say his name like a warning. “I’m handling it.”

You pull on his shoulder, but he shrugs you off.

“No, kid, I’m handling it for you.” This asshole was Bradley’s problem to deal with now. He’d tapped in the moment he’d seen the man touch you.

“I see.” Wilson’s gaze bounces back and forth between the two of you, an oily grin appears on his face. “You’ve already got someone for tonight lined up. Damn, you didn’t waste any time did you, sweet thing?”

Anger flares hot and bright in his stomach.

“You better watch your mouth,” Bradley spits, pointing a threatening finger.

The bar around him blurs around the edges, but the man in front of him only gets sharper in focus.

You step around him and tug on his arm. From the corner of his eye, he can see you shaking your head at him. “Bradley, stop. I told you, I’ve got it.” Your voice is clipped, tight. “Let me take care of it.”

He knows you want for him to let it go. To back off. And he’s about to- for you- because you want him to. But then he sees the guy’s eyes drop down to the exposed skin of your chest- to that bow between your breasts- and smirks.

It’s a look so filthy that even Bradley feels dirty. He operates out of instinct. Stretching his arm in front of you, he purposefully pushes you back behind him to where he knows Seresin is standing close by, trusting that his friend will move you out of the way.

“A barrack bunny like you must know her way around. I don’t mind another man’s sloppy-”

For a moment, Bradley isn’t at the Hard Deck anymore. He’s standing in Jason Cameron’s kitchen, where the smell of weed and cheap alcohol and Axe hung heavy in the air.

Bradley’s fist flies on its own.

He barely registers the moment his knuckles connect with the other man’s jaw. He doesn’t see the man stumble backwards into the table behind him. He doesn’t hear the surprised gasps or the sound of glass breaking or the thud as the man hits the floor. There’s only the color red and the sound of his own ragged breathing.

When he shakes off the memory and returns back to his body, he’s almost surprised to see the broken bottles on the floor and not shards from a sliding glass door.

The next few minutes are a flurry of chaos as Wilson’s friends come and scoop him off the floor to make their exit. From the looks of irritation on their faces, it seems like this might be an all too frequent occurrence. He makes a mental note to try and look up the man’s supervising officer. And if he can’t find them on his own, he’ll ask Mav to help.

He can feel dozens of eyes on him, but he can’t bring himself to care.

Bradley takes a moment to apologize to Penny. He avoids looking directly in her eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment he’s sure is there. The adrenaline is still coursing and sparking through his body. He needs a moment to work off his anger and get his head back on straight before he comes to check on you. But he knows you’re in good hands with his friends.

Without being asked, he rights the table and stools on his way to the supply closet to grab a broom and dustpan. He takes his time meticulously picking up the bits of broken glass off the ground before he sweeps the rest of it up as he waits for his heartrate to settle back down.

When he’s done, he spots Nat and Jake sitting at the bar top and heads towards them. But for the second time tonight, you’re not where you should be.

“That was some left hook, Bradshaw,” Nat says, pinning him with a flat look over the top of her drink.

He ignores the comment. “Have either of you seen my girlfriend?”

Jake lifts his hand up at about your height. “About this tall? Great smile? Dating a man that’s clearly punching?” He chuckles to himself. “No pun intended.” Those dimples of his are more grating than usual.

Bradley’s hand flexes in irritation. His quick fuse is on its way to being lit again.

“Seresin,” he barks, low on patience, “Where’d she go?”

The other man lets out a low whistle and shares a look with Nat. “She left out the side patio door like ten minutes ago. Looked like she was about to spit nails too.”

“Goddammit,” he mumbles under his breath. He turns to Phoenix. “Did she really look that pissed?”

She shrugs. “I’m surprised she didn’t punch you, I probably would have.”

Bradley’s mouth drops open. “For what? For defending her?”

All he did tonight was stand up for you when someone crossed a line and tried to get physical with you. He wasn’t ashamed for doing it, he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

“But did she want you to do that?” she asks, deliberately.

He doesn’t understand why Nat is giving him a hard time about this.

“That’s my girl and that guy wasn’t listening.”

Nat lifts a pointed eyebrow at him, “Sounds familiar.”

Bradley forces out a breath. “That was different and you know it.”

“All I’m saying is I think she was making herself pretty clear, but you chose not to hear her and did what you wanted anyways.” His teeth clench together as a rock lands hard in his stomach. “And from the sound of it, she wanted to handle it her own way.”

“Yeah, but…” You’re his, he wants to say, but holds back at the risk of sounding like the jealous boyfriend Nat thinks he’s being. Except he wasn’t being jealous, he just wanted to protect you.

“No buts, Rooster. You fucked up.”

Nat has always been a straightshooter. It was one of the things he’s always appreciated most about her, that and her keen ability to read people. He trusted her judgement. And if she feels this way, even if he didn’t necessarily agree with it, then the chances are very high that you do too.

“Shit.”

“Yeah, ‘shit’. Now go fix it.” She pats his shoulder once, and then gives him a shove to the side door they’d seen you leave from.

It’s cooler outside.

The ocean breeze feels good on his hot, sticky skin. Bradley feels like he can breathe a little easier without all those people milling around him.

You’re not hard to spot. To anyone else you’d a solidary figure facing the ocean, but he’d know the shape of you anywhere.

From what Seresin said, Bradley had figured you’d be half way down the beach. He’d been planning just to follow the trail of steam to find you. But you’re still as a statue with your arms wrapped around yourself as you stare out at the inky waves.

The noise from the bar is muffled inside the walls of the Hard Deck, but still slips out from the windows that are cracked open and follows him as he walks towards you. The sand shifts beneath his shoes with every step he takes. The tunes from Penny’s jukebox get carried away on the wind and are replaced with the gentle roar of the waves as he approaches you.

The days are getting longer and dusk is rolling in. The sun is hanging low in the sky. Not quite set, but well on its way. He’d love nothing more than to pull you into his lap in one of the Adirondack chairs to watch the last glimmering moments of golden hour with you in his arms. But knows that’s probably not in the cards for tonight.

The two of you have had fights before. Usually over stupid, inconsequential things. Arguing with you feels different now than when it did when you were just friends. Now that you’re his girlfriend, it feels like there’s more at stake. He knew he’d never forgive himself if he fumbled the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Bradley wants to skip over this part to where the two of you are back on the same page. He wants to skip to the part where he gets to see your dimples and hear you laugh.

He stops just a few feet behind you. He knows you know he’s there, in that uncanny way you’ve always been able to sense him. The minutes tick by as he stands there and waits for you to acknowledge him. Or to turn around and shoot him that withering glare of yours. He’d take anything other than your silence.

But you don’t.

You give him nothing, which is almost worse.

It feels like a standoff.

He folds first.

“Sweet girl,” Bradley says, with a resigned sigh.

He doesn’t miss the way your whole body tenses at the sound of his voice.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Rooster.”

The way you say his callsign lands like a punch in the gut.

You’re only standing a few feet away from him, but it feels like the two of you are miles apart.

“C’mon, kid, that asshole is gone now. Come back inside.”

“Seriously?” you laugh bitterly, still refusing to look at him. “You’re seriously going to ignore me right now too? I said I don’t want to talk right now.”

He feels his jaw tick. “Look, I’m sorry,” he starts, still not feeling sorry in the least, “But-”

You put a hand up and whirl on him, shaking your head in disbelief. The thunderous look on your face would have a lesser man taking a step back, instead Bradley steels his spine and digs his feet into the sand.  

“I really don’t want to hear it. I don’t think I’ve ever been this mad at you,” you fume. “Not even in high school when you got in that stupid fucking fight at that Homecoming party when I had to take you to the hospital.”

He presses his lips together firmly. There was a time and place for a conversation about that night, the one where he’d earned the scars on his face, but it wasn’t here and now. It was a secret he’d kept to himself for nearly two decades, the only other person who’d known the full story was his mom. But telling you about it now would only make things worse.

You continue, like a freight train without brakes, “And you’d been drunk then. Not that that excuses anything. But you’ve had, what? Two beers tonight?” When you lift your eyebrows at him expectantly, he nods curtly in confirmation. “So tell me what the hell just happened in there?”

He swears that sharp flash of your eyes could cut glass.  A lick of heat bursts behind his sternum. Hot and fierce.

“He wasn’t backing off,” Bradley grits out, trying to summon the patience he doesn’t have. “What was I supposed to do? Give him a pat on the back and let him keep hitting on my girlfriend?” You scoff and he feels his pulse kick up in his throat. “I have always had your back, and I will always have your back.”

Bradley doesn’t understand why you don’t seem to understand that he’d do anything for you. He’s been looking out for you since your bike handlebars had iridescent tassels streaming from them, and if he has his way he’ll be looking out for you until his number is up.

“But that’s the thing, Rooster! You didn’t have my back in there,” you argue, stepping forward so you’re toe to toe with him. Your use of his callsign again chafes against his ears like sandpaper. “All you did was manhandle me out of the way to get at him and throw fists. I mean, Mav and Hondo would have let it slide if they’d been there to see that. But what about Cyclone? Would he? Why would you put your career at risk like that? What were you even thinking?”

You’re looking at him like you don’t know him, and he hates it. Because you’re the person who knows him best.

He runs a hand through his hair in agitation. He’s been trying to tame his temper, that caged animal that paced within the confines of the ribs in his chest. But his anger and frustration has been feeding off of yours, meeting it measure for measure.

“I wasn’t. I wasn’t thinking,” Bradley explodes, flinging his arms out to the side. “I’m not going to stop and make a damn pros and cons list while I watch some asshole being disrespectful and getting physical with you. It’s not going to happen, kid.”

“And I told you that I had it handled!” you exclaim.

The sound of the waves gets lost in the way both of your voices are raising with each and every parry in the verbal fencing match you’ve found yourselves in. This has escalated quicker than he ever could have expected, and all he wants is to find himself back on the same page with you.

“How am I the bad guy in all of this right now?”

“Don’t you get it? I’m not mad about you wanting you to be there for me, I’m mad about how you went about it. You literally pushed me out of the way and passed off to Jake, like my voice and feelings in that moment didn’t matter to you. Like you didn’t care about what I wanted. You have never treated me like that before.”

Guilt makes his stomach churn.

“You and I both know that’s not true,” he replies. It’s an uncomfortable truth.

That dark period after his mom died and how he’d treated you still haunted him sometimes. When he’d try to set fire to all the bridges around him, including his friendship with you. He hadn’t been worth knowing back then, but you’d never given up on him. He remembers it like it was yesterday, he’s never forgotten it. On the nights he couldn’t sleep, it was one of the many things that played out behind his eyelids like a highlight reel of all his worst moments.

Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion. He sees the moment it clicks for you because the fire that had been blazing behind those eyes he knows so well transforms into something softer. Something sadder.

“Bradley, I’m not going to hold onto something from when you were eighteen and hurting and heartbroken.” Your voice catches with emotion. “But tonight? Tonight, you made me feel small. And you’re the very last person I thought who’d ever make me feel that way.”

He can’t even enjoy hearing you say his name again, because you look so disappointed in him. The two of you stand there staring at each other, searching each other’s eyes as the waves rolling in along the shore fill the silence.

The way your lower lip wobbles steals the fight right out of him. All that righteous indignation that had been whirling in his chest is gone quicker than it came over him at the sight of the tears welling up along your lower lash line.

He’d let you down back then. And he’d let you down tonight too. He feels like he’s broken a promise to you, one he’d made with himself a longtime ago. Bradley wants to be the man whose shoulders you could lean on, the one you trusted to bet there to support you. He never thought he’d be the guy who makes you cry.

Bradley says your name tenderly. Every single letter of it is precious to him because you’re the most important person in the world to him.

The single tear that escapes the corner of your eye and rolls down your face cracks his chest wide open.

He holds out his hand for you, but you half-heartedly bat it away.

“No, I’m still mad at you,” you say, feebly. It’s unconvincing at best.

“You can be mad at me, kid,” Bradley murmurs, “But just let me hold you.”

He needs to know that you’ll still let him. That you still want him.

Bradley reaches out for you again and this time you let him pull you into his chest. And when you thread your arms around his torso and hold him just as tight that knot in his stomach loosens. He rests his chin on your head and releases a sigh. With you in his arms, he feels like his feet are finally back on solid ground.

He knows he owes you an apology, a real one this time. He knows that he’s fucked up, he understands where he went wrong. But he can’t shake the feeling that he feels like he’s missing something, that there’s another reason playing into why you’re so upset.

Every one of your quiet sniffles twists the knife that’s lodged itself between his ribs just a bit more each time.

He doesn’t know how long the two of you stand there wrapped up in each other, as he runs his hand up and down your back. There’s more to discuss, but he doesn’t rush you. He’ll hold you for as long as you need him to.

When you pull away, only far enough to look up at him, he takes the opportunity to gently cup your face in his hands. His thumb skims along the line of your jaw, your eyes are still watery.

“Sweet girl, why are you crying? I know you. Why does it feel like there’s more to this than just me being an idiot?” he asks, quietly. It still feels so fragile between the two of you.

“Because I l-like you so much. And I know you meant well, but I hated what happened tonight.” You wipe angrily at the fresh tears that streak down your face, like you’re irritated at them for them falling without your permission.  “My ex used to pull that kind of bullshit all the time and I always hated the way it made me feel.”

His hands fall from your face.

Your confession surprises him. “Jack?” Bradley asks, his eyebrows pulling together. You nod. “I thought you said he was fine? That the break up was mutual because things got stale between the two of you.”

It’s times like this where he’s reminded of just how much distance there between the two of you over the last decade before you moved to San Diego. Of how much of you he’s missed out on. All the little moments that made up someone’s life. There was only so much an email, or a text, or a call could do.

You sigh, heavily. “I’m realizing now that there were a lot of things I put up with Jack because I didn’t want to rock the boat.”

Bradley’s fingers flex involuntarily where his hands are resting your hips. He doesn’t know what to make of that admission.

“You got to give me more than that to work with, kid. Help me to understand.”

You run you hand along his forearm soothingly, like you can sense his unease. He slides his thumbs through the loops of your jeans, fixing himself to you.

“Jack was really good about wanting to show everyone that he was a good boyfriend. And he was- for a while.” You pause, pressing your lips together. “But there were a few times where we’d go out and he’d make a scene, like what happened tonight. Except instead of someone being an actual asshole, it’d be someone who’d started up some polite small talk with me as we waited in line. And it always became a bigger thing than it needed to be. Then afterwards, he’d make it seem like he was defending my honor or something, even though he knew I didn’t like the kind of attention and all the looks that came with it afterwards. But Jack was always about Jack, and he liked the hero edit his friends would give him.”

You look away from him towards the ocean, the sunset paints you golden. Bradley knows you’re collecting your thoughts, so he waits. When you’re ready, you turn back towards him. There’s a different kind of hurt reflected in your eyes, one that tells him tonight has opened up old wounds for you.

“He’d say all the right things around other people, but when it was just the two of us alone, I never got that side of him. At the time I believed he was saying them because he meant them, but I can see now that he never really showed me that he meant them. I took his words at face value and settled for them.”

You give him a self-conscious shrug. Like you’re embarrassed. But your big heart was one of the things he loved most about you, and he hated the idea that someone had been careless with it before it made it into his safekeeping.

Bradley swallows hard. That tonight reminded you of the low points in your past relationship is hard for him to hear. And knowing why, makes it even worse.

“I think, more than anything,” you continue, your voice much quieter now, “I’m just mad that I let myself get lost in that for so long. Like I knew I needed more and that I wanted more, but I kept putting him ahead of myself when he wasn’t doing that for me.”

You thread your fingers between his and squeeze them lightly. He squeezes yours back.

“But you, Bradley, say the right things and mean them. You show me how important I am to you, with or without an audience. No one has ever made me feel as special as you do. Like, you don’t buy me red roses because you think you should-”

“Wait,” he doesn’t mean to cut you off, but his mind has snagged on a critical detail, “I thought your favorite flowers were tulips?”

A soft smile coasts over your pretty face. “They are.” He loves the warm way you’re looking at him right now, tender and fond. “And that’s what I’m talking about. You show me all the ways you know me because you care about me and want to make me happy. You don’t treat me like I’m an accessory in your life. I mean, I didn’t feel like I could even hang art on the walls of the apartment I paid half the rent for without Jack having an opinion on it. And here you are letting me bring over kitchen towels and plants for you, and we don’t even live together yet.”

Yet. Such a small word, but it means so much to know that you’re envisioning the same future with him that he sees with you.

“I like that you do that. I want you to do that. I appreciate the way you show me you’re thinking about me too.” Bradley runs his thumbs over the back of your hands. “Although, I’d rather be the one buying them,” he says, only partly teasing.

You made his house feel like a home. He hadn’t had that in so long. He wanted you to have things there in his condo that you also liked and made you happy because he wanted you to stay. He couldn’t wait for the day the two of you shared one address instead of two.

“Does that mean I should return the throw pillows I found for you?” He spots a wink of your dimples. “They’re soft, but firm enough that you won’t hurt your neck when you inevitably fall asleep on the couch even though you claim you’re just ‘resting your eyes’.” He never wants you to stop teasing him.

“No,” Bradley chuckles. “They sound perfect, but you’re going to let me Venmo you for them.”

“Ok, fine,” you agree. Almost reluctantly.

God, he loves you.

He leans in to kiss you. Once. Twice. Soft, sweet.

Bradley lets go of one of your hands to settle on your lower back and press you closer to him, until there’s no space between your two bodies. And brings the other one, with your fingers still tangled with his up against his chest. Before resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel like that tonight.”

“Thank you, I forgive you.” You set the hand not entwined with his on the side of his face, your thumb sweeps across his cheek. “But I need you to hear me when I say that I can hold my own just fine, Bradley. I know you want to have my back and look out for me, but please, just not like that. Even if your heart is in the right place, ok?”

He nods. “I hear you, sweet girl. It’s not going to happen again. I promise.” He turns his head and presses a kiss to your palm. And then lifts the one still in his up to his lips, and drops a kiss to the back it.

“Plus, you taught me how to throw a punch, remember? I’m pretty sure I broke a guy’s nose one time,” you grin.

“Atta girl,” he says with pride. It’s so much lighter between the two of you now. He takes a couple step back, letting go of you and giving you a not-so-subtle onceover. “Ok, hot shot, show me what you got.” Beckoning you over with both hands.

“I’m not going to punch you, Bradley.”

“C’mon, kid, show me how it’s done.”

You shake your head at him in amused disbelief. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“No ma’am.” He taps his finger on his abs. “Let’s see it.”

You roll your eyes at him fondly. Then you hook your thumb over the top of your fist, just like he showed you all those years ago. And you ever so slowly, ever so gently press your perfectly aligned fist into his stomach. It could hardly even be considered a graze.

He doubles over with an overexaggerated oof and then tilts his head up at you and winks with a smile.

“You’re ridiculous.” The sound of your laugh fills his lungs.

It’s the same sound when he’d toss you into the pool when you were twelve. It’s the same sound when he’d spin you on the big tire swing when you were fourteen. It’s the same sound when he twirled you around the dance floor when you were nineteen at your mom’s second wedding.

There’s not just a glimmer of your dimples anymore, the full force of them hits him right in the chest.

“Speaking of punching,” Bradley says, straightening back up. “Hangman thinks I’m punching up.”

“Oh, does he? Interesting,” you hum. Your eyes shine in amusement.

He grins. “He’s not wrong. You’re way out of my league.”

You softly shake your head at him. “I’m just right for you. And you’re just right for me.”

He couldn’t agree more, but you don’t give him the chance too because you’re threading your arms around his neck and pulling his mouth to yours. With you in his arms and his lips on yours, he feels whole. You weren’t just right for him, you were perfect for him. And he’d never stop trying to be the perfectly right man for you.

No one’s ever had him, not like the way you do.

You’d always had a special place in his heart, but now the whole thing belonged to you. It was yours for the taking. He knew it would be in good hands with you, and he wasn’t going to stop proving to you that he was the one to be trusted with yours.

“Do you want me to take you home or do you want to go back inside?” He asks against your lips.

You kiss him again. “Let’s go back,” you say, wrapping your arm around his waist. “You owe me a dance, you know.”

He drops an arm over your shoulder. “I do?”

“You do.”

“Well then, lead the way, sweet girl.”

After he twirls you around on the crowded makeshift dancefloor of the Hard Deck, you let him take you home. Where he apologizes to you again, but this time on his knees with your thigh thrown over his shoulder. And twice more in your bed for good measure.

But not before he got his teeth on that little bow of yours.

He never stood a chance against it.

𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

Bradley is about to line up his next shot at the pool table when Jake saddles up and nudges his shoulder.

“Looks like your girl has an admirer.” Hangman points with his beer bottle, directing Bradley’s gaze to the bar where someone is chatting you up.

He recognizes him from the most recent batch of Top Gun students. To call him overconfident would be an understatement. The guy is clearly as full of himself on the ground as he is in the sky, based on his body language as he monologues to you, all puffed up chest and cocky smiles.

If the guy had any common sense, he’d see that you look like you’d rather be anywhere else. It’s written all over your face.

“So it seems,” Bradley agrees, rests a hip against the table.

He’d noticed the guy checking you out. But it was pretty ballsy of the aviator to be leaning into you the way that he is, considering the two of you had arrived together and that Bradley had been the one tasked with doing some demonstration trainings with them earlier in the week.

The man makes some big gestures with his hands, he’s clearly reached the part of his story that’s meant to impress you. Bradley chuckles to himself when he sees the less than subtle roll of your eyes.

“Are you going to go all Rocky Balboa on his ass?” Jake asks with a knowing smirk.

You must feel their eyes on you, because you glance over in their direction.

He knows you can handle yourself, but he’ll be there if you want him to be.

Bradley lifts his eyebrow in a silent question. You give him a slight shake of your head and he nods.

“Nah, she’s got it.”

He sees the moment the guy fucks up and oversteps, because your eyebrows shoot up. You’re his sweet girl, but he knows the other guy is in for it when look that promises the best kind of trouble settles over your face.

His favorite menace.

Bradley watches on as you lean over the counter and ring the bell with enthusiasm.

A cheer goes up throughout the bar. He brings his fingers up to his lips and lets out a loud whistle.

You look rightfully smug as Penny points out the wooden sigh strung up between the beer taps to the confused Top Gun student whose bank account will be hurting in the morning.

“Damn. I forgot the kid is a straight hustler,” Jake says, clearly impressed.

“She sure is,” Bradley grins, still looking at you, “It’s a good thing she likes you or you’d be screwed.” He pats Jake’s shoulder reassuringly, before pressing the cue into his hands.

You return a few minutes later, with a tray of frothy, freshly poured beers for everyone wearing an all-to-pleased grin that lights up the whole bar.

He waits until the beers are safely on the table before threading a finger through your beltloop and tugging him to you.

“That’s my girl.”

Bradley tilts your face up for a kiss. It’s not his best work, you’re making it difficult for him since you’re too busy smiling.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[rohirriiim]

District 4 is one of the wealthiest districts of Panem. Its major industry is fishing, and the children are trained for jobs in this industry from a young age. The bread from this district is a salty, fish-shaped loaf, tinted green by seaweed. District 4 is also a Career District, where children illegally train for and subsequently volunteer for the Games. Training in the district’s fishing industry is also useful for tributes, as they have experience in swimming, using nets and tridents, making fishhooks from scratch, and identifying edible sea life. District 4 is located along the Pacific Coast, stretching through modern-day California and Oregon, bordered by District 7 to the North and Districts 1 and 5 to the East. THE HUNGER GAMES APPRECIATION WEEK day six → favorite district

[awkwardbirdsdreaming]

21 of extinct birds - the Dieffenbach's rail

This flightless rail was reportedly common on a few of the Chatham Islands in the South Pacific. Once cats and dogs were introduced onto the islands their numbers declined very fast, and they probably went extinct soon after being described in 1840.

(I'm back!)

Yes it's been half a year but I'm still alive and want to bring this blog back! However, there will definitely be changes from here; to keep it sustainable you can expect new birds only once or twice a week.

More importantly, recently extinct birds will stop being the main focus. While I think it is important to appreciate that there existed many beautiful creatures that we don't get to see in our brief lifetime (and that our actions as a species have consequences) I initially started this project to share some love for all birds in general. It's easy to get bogged down thinking of all the species we no longer have, but there are so so so many more wondrous species in the world that are doing well or ones we still have a chance to preserve.

There might be extinct birds every now and then but I have a made a LONG list of pretty birds that are still with us and I'll be slowly chipping through them!

[sarahscribbles]

What if you did a summer fic where it started out really fluffy where Loki and reader go to the pool or lake, but then the reader pushes Loki in and it’s just like playful fight and then they have pool or lake sex 💀

I meant this to be super smutty but these fools had their own idea and it's smuffy instead! I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! This probably has the most anti-climatic ending every and I'm sorry! 😅

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒.𝟓𝐤

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

There are many things you dislike about Tony Stark. 

You dislike his arrogance that’s barely mellowed a fraction with age. You dislike how he refuses to back down in an argument, even when it’s painfully clear to everyone else that he’s wrong. You dislike the way he makes his hot chocolate with water and has the nerve to call it “the real thing.”

But one thing you adore about him is his generosity. 

It’s because of Tony that you can feel a warm afternoon breeze gently caressing your bare skin. It’s, thankfully, not unbearably hot. Instead, it provides just the perfect amount of relief against the mid morning sun that’s making the Pacific Ocean glitter invitingly before you. The breeze brings with it the fragrant scent of the manicured garden just down below, and you can’t help but close your eyes to breathe it in. There are traces of orange and vanilla perfuming the air, along with something spicy that you’ve failed to discern after two days. 

It’s a strange combination of scents, yet somehow it works. It reminds you that you’re a million miles away from New York and everything that comes with it. 

You aren’t going to be called to any ridiculously early training sessions with Rogers, or asked to help break up whatever pissing contest Thor and Tony have going on. For two weeks - two glorious weeks - you’re just a normal person celebrating her anniversary with the love of her life. 

Only you’re doing so on a private island in Mexico that you flew to on Tony Stark’s private jet. 

This was his gift to you and Loki - two uninterrupted weeks together to just be a normal couple. You’re still not sure how you can ever thank him, not that he’ll expect you to. 

It’s one of the best things about him, though you’ll never say it to his face. His ego, after all, is big enough. 

“This place suits you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so relaxed.” Your lover’s voice, sweet as honey, drifts across the room. Even after three years together, it still makes tiny butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You turn to see Loki strolling easily through the wide open space of Tony’s beach house. He looks as regal and elegant as ever, even wearing a slouchy pair of grey sweatpants that sit low on his hips. You appreciate that he’s forgone a shirt, choosing instead to flaunt his chiseled chest and the faint red scratch marks still adorning it.

The patchwork of lovebites on his neck, though, isn’t so subtle. Not that you mind - you want everyone and their mother to know that this man is yours.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relaxed,” you reply, basking in the feel of his strong arms looping around your waist. You breathe in the scent of him, letting it wrap itself around you like a safety blanket. 

It’s Loki. It’s home.

He pulls you back tighter against his bare chest, continuing to loop his arms around you in such a way that you know nothing in the world could ever hurt you, and you soon feel the gentle press of his lips in your hair. It’s these small moments - like being wrapped in his arms while the ocean twinkles happily before you - that you wish you could live in. He’s the love of your life, your best friend, and no amount of time spent with him is ever enough. 

“Mmm, if your snoring is anything to go by, then I believe you,” he teases with a playful nip to the tip of your ear. “For a moment I feared my brother had followed us here.” 

You grin and bump your hips back against his. “Are you trying to get pushed in the pool? Because it sounds like you’re trying to get pushed in the pool.”

His quick laughter rolls over you, rich and deep as velvet, and the sound of it still makes something warm and golden blossom in your stomach. “Your threats are truly adorable, darling,” he replies, resting his chin atop your head. 

It’s only for a second because you’re quickly wrigging in his arms until you’re both face to face. Only now, you get to admire up close the love bites you covered him in the night before, and how his pale skin makes them deliciously prominent. He looks so beautiful, so damned sinful, that you’re filled with a new determination that he’ll be wearing your marks for the entire two weeks. 

“What? You don’t think I could push you in that pool?” You feign offense, but the twinkle of mischief in his eyes tells you he knows you’re only starting the age old game between you both.

“Darling, do tell me,” he begins smoothly, bending easily to lock his hands behind your knees and toss you over his shoulder like you weigh less than air. “How exactly do you plan on accomplishing that from here?” He gives your ass a light slap as if to emphasise his point.

He lets his hand rest there as he carries you through the house, all the while your half hearted cries of protest melt quickly to bubbles of laughter. “You never play fair! Asshole!” you pretend to huff as he effortlessly sends the bamboo doors swinging open without so much as a touch.

It’s hotter than you anticipated outside - much hotter - and you’re quickly grateful for the coolness of Loki’s skin seeping through the thin material of your robe like a soothing balm. It’s a gratefulness that doesn’t last long - little more than a space of a heartbeat - when Loki decides to roughly pinch your ass, hard enough that your cunt clenches and you know that a bruise will be blooming beautifully there come tomorrow.

“Oh, darling, has it really taken you all this time to notice?” he teases, turning down the shaded path that winds lazily down to the pool. 

Unseen by him, you roll your eyes. 

With each step Loki takes, the air grows thicker with the sweet scent of vanilla and the heavy scent of the Mexican heat. The trees towering above are alive with the cheerful melodies of a choir of songbirds and, in the distance, you can hear the rush of water from the impressive waterfall that spills neverendingly into the pool. It’s so blissfully peaceful that you could easily fall asleep on Loki’s shoulder, but as the crashing of the waterfall grows closer and you realise he’s heading towards the pool, you quickly stop chattering and stiffen on his shoulder.

“Don’t you dare,” you warn him slowly, trying your best to prop yourself up on his strong back. His skin is so wonderfully cool against yours, though, that you can’t stop the quiet moan of contentment. 

A large hand runs along the back of your thigh, sending a trail of goosebumps erupting along your body as how deceptively harmless it feels. “Hmm? Whatever do you mean, darling?” he replies innocently. “I only thought we could admire Stark’s pool together.”

That damn pool. 

You try vainly to twist in his grip, to try and calculate just how many seconds you have before he’s tossing you into the water, but, no matter how you turn, all you can see is the sandstone tiles of the floor. 

“We’ve admired this pool every night since we got here! It’s probably more familiar with your ass than I am!” you shoot back, just as Loki comes to a stop right by the edge of the pool. 

He doesn’t reply, but makes a show of turning left and right, as though he’s deliberating where best to throw you in to keep himself safe from your inevitable retaliation when you resurface. You feel him adjust his arms around you, letting one snake across your bare legs as though he’s preparing to toss you in, and fresh protests spill easily from your lips in a last desperate plea.

“Loki! I mean it! Don’t you dare….!” Your voice has risen several octaves and you’re wriggling in his grip, something you know is completely pointless. If Loki wants to throw you in the pool, then you’re going to be thrown in the pool. 

You feel yourself moving through the air and your arms are already flailing, bracing for contact with the clearer than crystal water. You’re even sucking in a breath and closing your eyes in preparation…

But your feet come into quick contact with the solid ground beneath you. 

When your eyes snap open, Loki is grinning wickedly at you and those pretty green eyes are dancing with mischief. You swear you fall in love with him a little bit more. 

“Did you really think I’d do that to you, darling?” he purrs smoothly, looping strong arms back around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. 

Thankful as you are for the soothing coolness seeping off him, you answer with a soft thwack that you know barely tickles him. “Yes! Throwing someone in a pool - throwing me in a pool - is your equivalent of setting a child loose in a bouncy castle!” You try to sound stern, but he can no doubt see the grin that’s threatening to break across your face. 

He’s a mischievous scamp, he’s what your grandmother would fondly call a rascal, but he can make you smile as easily as breathing. It’s one of the many, many reasons why you love him with every last fibre of your being, with your entire soul. He’s your God of Mischief and you wouldn’t have him any other way. 

Loki lets his face fall, but love still shines in his eyes like a new star in the night sky. “I am wounded, darling, that you think so little of me. Perhaps I wasn’t generous enough last night?” He slides his hands down to squeeze your ass, and a new look settles across his handsome face. 

Lust. 

Something hot and molten lurches to life in your stomach and your core burns almost instantly at the memory of him between your thighs. His warm tongue licking and lapping for hours until you felt all but boneless against the mattress and his quiet moans as though bringing you to climax was the sole source of his pleasure. 

You breathe in deeply and your fingers curl into the bare skin of Loki’s shoulder. It’s something he doesn’t miss - of course he doesn’t miss - and he squeezes your ass again, this time notably rougher. 

“Mmm, that’s what I thought,” he purrs, so low and deep that you can feel it rumbling through his chest. “If those glorious little noises you made all night were an indication, you did seem quite fond of my mouth, darling.”

That sinfully talented mouth of his. Not only could it weave words so sweet that your heart filled with warmth, but it could make you see entire galaxies explode behind your eyes.

One cool hand rises to cup your cheek and you lean easily into it. Loki’s eyes are sparkling in front of you, and you know you’re looking at a man so hopelessly in love that he would burn the world to cinders if you asked. He looks so soft, so happy, and it’s only you that will ever see him this way. 

It’s intoxicating.

His eyes flick to your lips and you part them almost on instinct. His hand at your waist pulls you tighter against him until you can feel his racing heartbeat thumping against yours. You wait until his lips are barely a milimetre from yours, until you can feel his warm breath fanning across your cheeks. 

You wait until he leasts expect it to shove him with all your strength into the pool.

It’s the unexpectedness that makes it a success, and he falls into the water all flailing limbs and colourful curses. It’s the most undignified you’ve ever seen him and a shout of laughter rises out of you like a butterfly on the wind, even though you’ve likely signed your own death warrant. 

Your heart is racing in your chest when he surfaces and you see the dangerous glint now glittering in his eyes, the one that tells you he’ll show no mercy once he gets his hands on you. Still, you can’t wipe the prideful smile from your face - it’s been months since you’ve managed to trick him.

He glides effortlessly - elegantly, even - through the water, even with the weight of his soaking sweatpants. “That was a very foolish thing to do, dove,” he warns, the deep, playful timbre of his voice making your cunt clench in anticipation of what he’s planning. 

You expect him to climb out of the pool and throw you back over his shoulder. Maybe he’ll take you straight to the cabana and lay you across his knee. Or, maybe he’ll edge you senseless for a few hours before making you cum again and again and again, until you’re barely able to string two words together…

What you didn’t expect, though, was for Loki to reach and grab you easily around the knees until you’re folded over his shoulder. 

“No, Loki, don’t -!” You manage to screech out between rolls of laughter before he drops you in the water without ceremony. 

It washes over you, cool and refreshing against the Mexican heat, and you find you almost want to stay submerged between the twinkling surface. When you do resurface, your robe is sticking tight to your body and Loki is wearing a grin so boyish and infectious that you can’t help but return it. 

You launch yourself at him across the water, aiming to knock him backwards as further retaliation, but he barely stumbles and catches you easily in his arms. 

“Truly an admirable attempt, but you’ll have to try much harder than that,” he teases smoothly. 

You try to wriggle out of his grip, but he only twists his arms tighter around your waist to press you firmly against his chest. “Let me go and I will,” you reply, still trying in vain to wrench yourself free. 

Loki’s answering laughter is light and makes your heart skip a beat. “Darling, I have no intention of letting you go. Not when you still owe me a kiss.”

Playfully, you turn your head to the side in a refusal to meet his request. “Nope. I don’t want to kiss you,” you pretend to huff, but barely a second later a strong hand presses against your cheek to make you face him.

And then his lips are crashing against yours. 

You can’t help the way your breath catches in your throat because as long you live you’ll never grow tired of how it feels to kiss him. His lips are soft as fresh snow, and they’re moving so slowly and lazily against your own that your first instinct is to try and pull him even closer, even though you’re skin on skin.

You would melt into this man if you could.

His hands wander easily to your chest to begin pushing the sopping wet material of your robe off your shoulders, and it’s impossible not to moan into his mouth when his fingers dance over your bare skin in a hungry search for more. Yours follow beneath the water, eagerly reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants only to be met with the firm muscles of his lower stomach.

You grin into the kiss. “Presumptuous,” you tease against his lips, letting your fingers trace idly along the hardened length of him beneath the water.

“Would you have turned me down, dove?” he replies, nipping gently at your lower lip while he rolls his hips into your hand. 

“No,” you breathe out, twisting yourself back around him. 

It’s just you and Loki - naked, and making out in Tony Stark’s swimming pool like a pair of lust fueled teenagers. It’s invigorating, it’s addictive. Nothing on earth could make you give this man up. 

The easy, languid silence of your kiss is only broken by the melody of birdsong from above and the crash of the waterfall behind you. You’re so focused on Loki - how his hands feel as they explore your body like you’re a work of art and how his hair feels tangled around your fingers - that you barely notice he’s walking you both backward in the pool until you’re hit with the full force of the waterfall from above. 

It only lasts for a second, but you still pull back from Loki with a screech of shock and a look of amused exasperation. “Was that…was that really -,” you begin, only to be cut off by his mouth finding yours again. 

It’s only then that you realise he’s pushed you into the little alcove hidden behind the waterfall. The Mexican sun is no longer burning down on you and instead, it’s blissfully cool. It’s comfortable.

God, how you love him.

Loki’s hands are still grasping you like he fears you’ll slip away and his lips are worshipping every part of you that he can reach. He’s everywhere all at once, almost as though you’re going to be snatched from him before he has the chance to love you. 

“Beautiful thing. Enchanting creature,” he murmurs, kissing his way down your neck and setting your blood on fire. 

“I’m not going anywhere, you know,” you manage to force the words out while his teeth nip at your skin. 

You feel the wet heat of his tongue soothing the marks he’s just made, and if it weren’t for his arms holding you steady, you swear you would crumble to the floor of the pool. 

“Oh, darling, I’d like to see you try,” he replies, just as your back hits the smooth wall of the alcove. 

You let him press you against it until you aren’t sure where he ends and you begin. His mouth is hot and heavy and demanding against yours, and already he’s wrapped a hand around your knee to coax your leg around his waist. It’s a request you grant him easily, quickly wrapping both around him to pull him tight against you and letting your heels squeeze against the flesh of his ass. 

That perfect, godly ass.

Loki moans shamelessly into your mouth as your grip makes his cock brush teasingly against you. It’s one sound that you’ll never tire of hearing - the sound of your lovers pleasure - and it sends molten heat flowing through your blood. 

It’s an automatic reaction to then twist your fingers tighter in his soaking curls, anything to pull that divine sound from him once again. “God, you’re sexy when you moan.” It’s a mindless comment, but it slips from your lips before you can stop it. 

Because, well, he is.

You feel Loki pull back and when you peer at him through half lidded eyes, his lips are curled in that devilishly handsome smirk that sends your heart skipping in your chest. “And what of the rest of the time? Must you keep wounding me, my darling?” he teases, all while dragging his cock torturously through your cunt.

A moan flutters from you as eager fingers grasp his broad shoulders. Wantonly, you try to spread your legs further, try to invite him in, but it’s impossible when he’s already got you spread like a sin for him. 

“You know I think you’re beautiful,” you breathe out, head hitting the stone behind you as the tip of his cock brushes wondrously over your clit. 

His every touch feels electric and you know he’s ruined you for anyone else. Not that there’ll ever be anyone else, of course; Loki is your missing puzzle piece and your entire heart. He’s yours for keeps. 

“Oh?” he answers and latches on to the sensitive skin of your neck once more, but still not easing into you the way you’re desperate for him to. “And what else, hmm?”

You laugh softly in his ear and you swear you feel him smile against your neck. You’ll play along. If he wants praise then you’ll give it to him until your lungs give out. “You’re brave. So brave. My beautiful, brave boy,” you murmur while he continues to nip along your throat. 

He pauses to press a gentle, lingering kiss to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, only to resume his path of lovebites across your collarbone. 

“You’re funny. God, you’re funny, most times without even trying.” You keep going, hearing him hum in approval against your skin. 

He’s been mostly silent, but you can feel how much he loves you in every press of his lips and nip of his teeth. It’s enough to have tears prick at the backs of your eyes.

“You make me feel like I’m enough every single day,” you say in little more than a whisper. You feel his lips go still against your collarbone, and then he’s pulling back to look at you with those glittering green eyes. “You’re a good person, Loki, and you’re my best friend.”

His eyes soften at the same time the water around you ripples. He clasps your face in both hands to place a blistering kiss to your waiting lips. It’s hot and heavy and passionate, and you feel it all the way down to your toes. You’re clasping his shoulders like he’s your life raft and drinking him in like oxygen. 

He’s Loki. He’s all you’ll ever need. 

Slowly, he pulls back from your lips to let his nose bump against yours and you feel him roll his hips, pressing the entire hardened length of his cock against your aching cunt. “Say my name,” he says huskily. It’s both an order and a plea. 

“Loki…ugh!” you groan shamelessly when the tip of his cock brushes tormentingly over your clit. Your nails are digging so hard into his shoulders that you can clearly see the tiny half moons marking his skin, but he still doesn’t give you what you crave. 

“Again,” he demands, unquestionable lust now dripping from his voice. 

“Loki…fuck…please!” You arch your back against the cool stone as he presses against your entrance

“Again.” 

“Loki!” The third cry of his name melts to a whine when he slides himself inside you in one smooth thrust, until you’re filled to the brim with your god. 

Eager muscles clench desperately around him because you’re close to drunk on the solid feel of him between your legs and impatient for the first glorious thrust of his hips. It doesn’t come, though, and instead, he rests his forehead against yours while he’s buried inside you. You can feel the impatient twitch of his cock, but still, he doesn’t move.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he says softly, voicing the same thought you’ve had about him time and time again. “My beautiful little mortal. How lucky am I to call you mine.” 

His voice is sweeter than honey and sends warmth flooding through your veins, filling every inch of you with so much love for him that you fear it will spill from your pores. This beautiful, perfect man - who never stops doubting how worthy he is of your love - is everything you ever dreamed of and more. 

You want to tell him, to tell him that he’s the reason you breathe and the reason your world spins, but it’s impossible to convey the depth of your feelings. “I love you.” You settle on saying. It’s soft and quiet and you know he knows, but his eyes light up each and every time you tell him, and right now they’re glittering like new stars.

Will you ever tire of how devastatingly beautiful he is?

There’s another quiet ripple of calm, turquoise water as he leans in to kiss you again, and this time it’s wondrously slow and deep. It feels like magic, like he’s pouring his entire soul into this one kiss. You loop your arms tighter around his shoulders and his hips finally begin to roll against yours as equally slow and deep as his kiss. 

That’s when you realise. He isn’t going to fuck you beneath this waterfall - he’s going to make love to you. 

His lips are locked with yours while he moves, each slow, deliberate thrust of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you perfectly. Your quiet whimper mixes with his deep moan, and you press the heels of your feet against his ass again, pushing him deeper still with each thrust because you can never get him close enough. 

“You’re…you’re amazing, Loki,” you say stupidly when you break for air. “Completely amaz…ugh!”

Your praise melts to another moan when he buries his face in your neck, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses along your flushed skin at the same you feel his hand groping around beside you.

“Take my hand,” he breathes out roughly. It’s such an innocent request that makes your heart feel like it will burst. 

What did you do so right to deserve this man? 

Wordlessly, you intertwine your fingers with his, feeling him squeeze your hand as he begins to build you toward the edge. He knows your body so intimately that it doesn’t take long for the first heady ripples of pleasure to flicker in your core. 

Loki rests his forehead against your temple, grunting and whimpering so beautifully in your ear that it sends an inferno burning between your thighs. Each thrust of his cock has you keening and babbling out pleas for more - and more he’s only too happy to give you. 

He’s filling you so beautifully and making you dance right on the edge of pleasure that you aren’t sure how much longer you’ll last without toppling over. 

Loki, though, silences your worries barely a moment later with a pornographic grunt. “I’m close…darling…’m so close,” he pleads shakily as you cradle his head against you. 

“Loki…I’m - “

“Cum for me,” Loki interrupts huskily with another squeeze of your hand. “Please, darling.” 

Barely a second later, your climax rips through every inch of you and Loki’s name is falling from your lips like a prayer. He freefalls at the exact moment you do, pressing you firmly against the stone while he chases every last drop of his pleasure. It’s dizzying, almost, to hear his curses, his moans, his cries of your name as his orgasm shatters him. 

Even more dizzying are the sounds of his deep, heavy pants in your ear as he comes down from his high, and his chest heaves against yours while you both catch your breath. You, an insignificant little mortal, have made this god unravel like string. It makes pride bloom through you and clutch him that little bit tighter to your chest. 

“I love you,” Loki murmurs quietly, his lips ghosting across your cheek in the softest of kisses. “But, darling, I simply must have you again,” he teases and easily tosses you back over his shoulder.

You can’t help but laugh as he wades through the water, not even close to tired. “Maybe in a bed this time? I think that would be nice.” 

His shoulder shakes beneath you. “There are 32 rooms in Stark’s humble home. I don’t plan on leaving this island until I’ve had you in each and every one of them.”

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🍊 Own the Scars by @crinkle-eyed-boo {E, 144k}

“But I don’t belong here,” Louis insists.“Why do you say that?” James asks.“These people are all drug addicts and alcoholics,” Louis shrugs.Something sparks in James’ eyes.“And you’re not?”

Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.

🍊 California Sold by @isthatyoularry {M, 123k}

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

🍊 I'll Fly Away by @juliusschmidt {E, 122k}

Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edward’s Lake and Louis in his family’s farmhouse a few minutes down the road. But after high school, Louis stuck around and Harry did not; Harry went to Chicago where he found a boyfriend and couple of college degrees. Six years later, Harry ends up back in Edwardsville for the summer and he and Louis fall into old patterns and discover new ones.

ft. One Direction, the local boyband; Horan’s Bar and Grill; families, most especially children and babies; Officer Liam Payne; many local festivals and fireworks displays; and Anne Cox, PFLAG President.

🍊 Heading for Limbo by @kingsofeverything {E, 100k}

Childhood best friends who’ve fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis’ family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it’s been, it’s as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more.

When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

🍊 When the Lights Go Out by thelarenttrap / @antidotetogo {E, 79k}

“Louis, what do you have to say about how last week ended?” the reporter asks. There’s a moment of silence. Harry is looking at the reporter, but eventually gives in and looks down the table at Louis. He’s looking straight ahead, as if Harry isn’t even in the room. “If you can’t take the heat, then get out of the kitchen.” Harry leans forwards, placing his arms on the table and leaning onto them to get as close to his microphone as he can while looking at Louis. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Louis turns to him, his icy blue eyes meeting Harry's. “Driving is your fuckin’ job, act like it.”

In its near eighty years of existence, Formula 1 has never had an out gay driver. In 2017, Harry Styles signs a contract with Scuderia AlphaTauri alongside his childhood friend and competitor, Louis Tomlinson. The next decade of their careers is some of the most tumultuous press--on and off the track--Formula 1 has ever seen.

aka the one where Louis and Harry are childhood friends to enemies to lovers over the course of 15 ish years.

🍊 Bottom of the Tenth (series) by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo {M, 60k}

As Harry stood there, the other man turned around, and he knew he was correct in who he thought it was. “Louis?” he asked, still not quite believing it. Louis blinked. “Harry? Wh– what are you doing here?” “I work here,” Harry said. “What are you doing here?” “Um, I’m picking up my brother. The nurse called and said he was sick.” Harry felt like he was going to be sick. “Wait, Ernest is your brother? Since when do you have a brother?” “Since about seven years ago, I guess. Wait, how do you know Ernest?” “I’m his teacher.” “You’re his what?” Louis exclaimed. Harry gulped. This was going to be a long year.

Or, the AU where Louis and Harry were best friends growing up, but lost touch after Harry moved away. Ten years later, Harry has moved back to town, but he and Louis don't pick up where they left off.

🍊 Never Let Me Go by loveisalaserquest17 {E, 55k}

“Harry! I’ll tell you what,” Louis exclaims, clapping his hands together. There’s a big grin on his face. “If both of us are still single by your thirtieth birthday, we’ll marry each other.”Harry’s head snaps up, eyes widening. “What?”

Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn't be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they're both still single. Now, one month before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? | Loosely inspired by The 10 Year Plan

🍊 Faking It by TheCellarDoor / @donotdialnine {M, 46k}

A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

🍊 it always leads to you (in my hometown) by @insightfulinsomniac {E, 40k}

Doncaster hasn’t changed much since Harry left it nine years ago to chase his dreams in LA. Harry, on the other hand, has changed a lot.

Except for one thing — he’s still desperately in love with his childhood best friend and first boyfriend, Louis Tomlinson. Who he hasn’t spoken to for the same nine long years.

A holiday story of returning home — not just to a place, but also to a person. ‘tis the damn season and This Love inspired AU.

🍊 Canyon Moon by delsicle / @eeveedel {E, 40k}

For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

🍊 Snow In Love by @lululawrence {NR, 33k}

Harry and Louis are best friends and have been for basically as long as they can remember. For the first time since middle school, they are both single for the holidays leaving them with the brilliant idea to take each other as their dates to work events. To make things easier they will pretend like they’re dating. But then they learn something funny.

People thought they were already dating. Weird.

An advent fic featuring childhood friends, fake dating turned actual dating, really horrible secret keeping, and a winter weather surprise.

🍊 Oh, We're In Love, Aren't We? by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings {M, 30k}

After sixteen wonderful years of friendship, it's hard to imagine any grand (and usually dumb) plans they haven't had or some type of mischief they haven't gotten into together. But, when Harry suddenly finds himself without a fiance and Louis just wants to help him feel okay again, they realize falling in love is one thing they haven't done, and that's about to change.

🍊 Forever Never Comes by Larry_you_know / @larryyouknow {M, 25k}

Victorian au, where Harry Styles, the youngest son of the Duke of Sutherland, was always a little in love with his childhood friend Louis Tomlinson, the young Earl of Doncaster, though he would never have told him in a million years. Especially since Louis never showed him any signs of romantic affection. But now Louis has invited him (and his sister Gemma) to London, and many things may not be as they have seemed.

🍊 I Wanna Be More Than Friends by @2tiedships2 {NR, 20k}

He hadn't meant to scent Harry. They were best friends and that was it. Scenting best friends wasn't exactly socially acceptable.

"Lou," Harry whispered.

Louis jumped at his name and sat up straighter to provide a bit of distance between himself and Harry.

"You can't scent me, Lou," Harry stated.

Which of course Louis couldn't scent him. They were best friends.

"I mean," Harry continued. "I wouldn't mind exactly, but if I can't scent you, I don't think you should scent me."

"What do you mean you can't scent me? I mean, I get it because we're best friends but..."

"I mean I can't smell you, Louis. I fucking can't smell you. I can't smell anything, okay?"

Or the one where Harry’s an alpha with no sense of smell, Louis’ an omega who isn’t allowed to scent his best friend, and that’s all they’ll ever be. Obviously.

🍊 threadbare by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou {M, 20k}

Harry Styles was eight years old when Louis Tomlinson kept him from falling into a machine in a Manchester textile mill.

He was 18 years old when nothing, not even the threat of death, could keep Harry from falling in love with Louis.

🍊 Restless Lane by @jaerie {E, 14k}

Louis had grown used to his boring life back in Mississippi as a stand-in father figure to his siblings. He never expected his childhood friend to show up on his lawn with the heat of summer or that he would remind Louis how much of himself he'd tucked away and neglected. He also never expected to find himself caught up in a tangled web of feelings or secrets that just might break him. Maybe he had never known Harry at all.

🍊 you and I love like it's a secret by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed {T, 4k}

Louis swallows, looking at Harry, who grins at him as though nothing’s wrong. He’s leaning against the door of a wardrobe, his long hair having lost some of its curls due to the amount of times he’s run his fingers through it. Louis is still where he was the moment the door got closed behind them, all but pressed up against the wood, trying to keep as much distance between him and Harry as possible.

His heart stutters in his chest as he looks up at his best friend. He’s known Harry since he was barely out of diapers, and Harry gets him in a way that few people ever have – or have tried to. He knows him, to the point where sometimes Louis worries that he’s able to read his mind.

Or: It's Seven minutes in Heaven, but Louis sort of feels like he's ended up in Hell instead when he's forced into a small bedroom with his childhood best friend slash long time crush.

🍊 All The Way Home I'll Be Warm by @justanothershadeofblue {T, 2k}

Harry & Louis jokingly send out holiday cards together as friends, and now everyone is congratulating them for finally getting together. A 5+1 fic, for Christmas.

🍊 What’s in a Name by @hellolovers13 {T, 2k}

Louis had always known Harry was his soulmate.

The name on his arm disagreed.

But what did his soulmark know about true love anyway.

🍊 captivity by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry {G, 1k}

you get to a point in life when your secrets aren't as holy as they once were.

[techhasmjolnir]

Give Me Three, the Gift of One

Tech & Crosshair x F! Reader

Plot: You're having a date night at 79's with the twins, engaging in one of their favorite provocative “games.” After you inadvertently break one of the most important rules, new avenues in your relationship with them open up as they introduce you to their version of punishment, and long hidden desires.

Author's Notes:

This is my first foray into crafting a story that features elements of BDSM. My personal headcanon envisions the twins as being individuals that enjoy and appreciate BDSM for more than the obvious sexual intricacies. While Crosshair is more than capable of being a hard-nosed dom, it isn't something he prefers. If Tech chooses to dominate, he's a true soft dom, more concerned with his partner's pleasure than his.

Miscellaneous Notes:

*The twins and the reader are in a dedicated long term relationship; an ENM (ethically non- monogamous) dynamic is loosely implied.

*The reader is fitted with a contraceptive implant.

*Mirdoc is an OC clone; name is courtesy of @ratcatchinggirl and squad designation is of my choosing.

*This is written in the second person POV with no use of Y/N.

*Word count 20,756

Important Notes: This content is strictly for audiences 18+. The roles in this story assume female readers, Tech, and Crosshair. Concepts introduced include: bondage, dirty talk, DP, F x F sensuality, female ejaculation, impact play, M & F masturbation, M & F oral (giving and receiving), orgasm denial, PiA, PiV, sensory deprivation & play, toys

Date nights with the twins are few and far between lately, and you happily agree to a night out at 79's when they pitch the idea. You immediately regret the decision to meet them there as you step out of the air taxi and pay the Rodian pilot, who starts cursing as he's nearly sideswiped by a reckless speeder. The taxi flies off, leaving you at the promenade outside the club, swarming with people from every corner of the galaxy. While originally catering to military personnel during the Clone Wars, 79's is far more integrated now, a place for clones and non-clone patrons alike.

You look toward both sets of the sliding doors that lead into the club, guarded heavily by bouncer droids. Despite the chaotic milling of people all along the walkway, the entrance queues are surprisingly calm and orderly. Waiting to get into 79's on any weekday is a lesson in patience, but waiting to get into the bustling Coruscanti establishment on a weekend is a lesson in futility at best. An opportunity to potentially get into the club faster presents itself when a mixed group of scantily clad female Twi'leks and a few Bith step out of the line to greet several male Twi'leks and two hulking Wookiees. You move in just as a suave Devaronian attempts to occupy the same spot, shooting him a glare as you bare your teeth in the universal sign of aggression.

“Hey, beautiful, no need for that,” he grumbles, holding up his hands in pacification. “I mean you no harm.” He shoots you a look of contempt as he wanders off muttering, “what a crazy bitch!”

“Is there some sort of problem here?” a low, smooth, and familiar voice asks from behind you.

You turn to see who's speaking to you, a huge smile building as you see Cody's handsome, scarred face. “Cody! It's so good to see you! Didn't expect to see you out tonight,” you exclaim as he reaches for you, pulling you into a crushing hug. “It's been far too long. The guys and I had a conversation last week about how much you've been missed.”

Cody pecks your cheek affectionately, breaking the hug as he rests his hands on your shoulders. “It has been too long...you're right. I've constantly been off world with essentially no breaks, and this is the first night to myself in many rotations. In all seriousness, though, I hope that Devaronian didn't give you any trouble. I only saw him walking away from you, talking to himself.”

Cody's lips trail along the helix of your ear, kissing softly, sending shivers down your spine. You let out a coquettish giggle as he slips an arm around your waist and wraps the other around your shoulder. You brush your nose against his warmly, and he responds with a small kiss on your cheek, followed by another, until he's at the corner of your mouth. Cody's strong arms squeeze you tightly as he makes the move to your mouth for a convincingly romantic kiss. The hand on your waist passes to the small of your back, caressing it tenderly before it comes to stop on your ass and cup one of your cheeks. You let out a quiet gasp as Cody gropes you, using the opportunity to let his tongue slip into your mouth for a fervent kiss.

“I'm fine, Cody. I was a little concerned he might come back with a few “friends” of his before I could get into the club, but he definitely won't now that you're here with me.”

“I won't be for long, mésh'la. I'm meeting a contact in here shortly to acquire some important intel,” Cody replies as he leans in close to your ear. “Don't turn around and look, but you and I are being watched. It's that Devaronian again, and you were right. He's got his crew with him. Just play along with what I'm about to do.”

“Are they still watching?” you ask anxiously as Cody breaks away.

He looks up and out across the throng of people, seeing the Devaronian and his boys no longer staring in your direction, but trying to protect themselves from one of the Wookiees you saw earlier. “Thankfully, no.” He laughs and squeezes your ass again, the arm around your shoulder loosening as his hand takes your chin delicately. “Looks like they managed to piss off those Wookiees, and now they're paying the price. Just stay focused on what I'm doing a little longer...got to keep up appearances, you know.”

You smile softly and run your fingertip over the scar on his left temple, this time sending shivers down his spine. “I'm thinking that dí'kut was running his mouth about the Twi'lek ladies, and the Wookiees took more offense than the Twi'lek men did.”

Cody chuckles softly as he brings you in for another soft kiss, his thumb stroking your chin. “You've been practicing your Mando'a, I see. Tech's been a good instructor, it appears.”

“Not just Tech, Cody. Crosshair's been teaching me, too. I think it's been an important part of bonding with the guys, learning about the clones' Mandalorian roots and keeping tradition alive.”

He nods thoughtfully before his mouth comes to your neck, warm lips leaving open mouthed kisses upon it. “We're going to skip the line, mésh'la, and head in. “Tech is expecting you.”

The ground floor of the club is packed, nearly every seat at the long oval-shaped bar taken up by clone troopers. You can see that a few are extremely inebriated, one already unconscious with his head lying on the bar, BU-11 poking him repeatedly. Two others are having a conversation, one of whom is gesticulating wildly and pointing at the dance floor, their voices drowned out by the din of the pulsating electronic music. Cody leaves you to your own devices upon entering as he starts making his way to a corner booth to wait for his contact.

“Sorry, but this is where we part,” he yells. “Say hello to everyone for me, will you?”

You nod and kiss his cheek before he takes up a seat next to two bright-eyed Sullustans. Cody shoots you an impish wink and you make a quick visual sweep of the room, trying to spot Tech. Most of the booths are all occupied, and Tech isn't usually the type to be sitting at an open table. Raucous cheering from a table hosting an impromptu game of sabacc breaks your concentration, and in that moment, you're startled as someone presses up against you from the back, wrapping strong arms around your middle.

“Relax, cyaré, I've got you,” Crosshair's distinctly smoky timbre flows into your ear. He leans down as you reflexively tilt your head to the side, nuzzling your neck before he kisses his way up to your pulse point. You can't be heard, but Crosshair feels vibrations against his chest from the unintended moan you let slip. “Did my little whore enjoy that as much as when Cody did it, hmm? You know how much he wants to fuck you, don't you? We're seriously considering letting him.”

Crosshair lets go of your waist and you turn to face him, his eyes bright with a mischievous glimmer in them. A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as his hands run down your sides, resting on your hips as you begin to sway side to side for him. You bring your hands up behind his neck and pull him down, slipping your tongue into his mouth for a fiery kiss. Emboldened, Crosshair grabs your ass in one hand and lets his other hand maneuver between your legs as stealthily as possible. He palms your pubic mound with ease, squeezing it as the heel of his hand rubs up against your clit.

He stops just as soon as he started, laughing when he sees how worked up he's gotten you. “Doesn't take much to get you riled up, does it, kitten? I know you're looking for Tech...he's upstairs. Been watching us the entire time from the balcony, in fact. It's the usual game tonight, love. Shouldn't be too hard, especially considering the way you're dressed tonight. Stay at the bar for awhile and the opportunity will present itself. Look sharp – you've already caught the eye of a few interested parties.”

Crosshair turns from you and walks off, skirting around the dance floor and disappearing out of sight to the second floor. You take the nearest open seat at the bar, BU-11 coming over to dispense a glass of spotchka for you. Turning around, you look across the room, trying not to make it obvious you're looking for the individuals Crosshair brought to your attention. As you sip your drink, you feign anxiety, periodically glancing at your chrono like you're waiting for someone to show up.

“You get stood up, mésh'la? Shouldn't happen to a beautiful woman like you,” an unfamiliar clone says as he takes up the seat at the bar next to you. He holds out his hand and you accept it, giving it a single firm shake. “Don't mind if I join you, do you? Name's Mirdoc, out of the 104th.”

“I'm An'rii,” you reply, giving him the pseudonym you use in public when you're out with Tech and Crosshair. “I don't think I've seen you in here before. First time?”

Mirdoc shakes his head and takes a swig from a bottle of Corellian ale. “Negative. It's just been a very long time and I haven't been in here on a weekend before. Listen...I'm going to be off world again for the next few months, and I want to enjoy what precious time I've got before I go.” He leans his head in the direction of the dance floor, looking at you with a small smile on his face. “An'rii, would you want to dance with me for awhile? You don't have to say yes, but I'd rather not leave here tonight knowing you'll leave unhappy.”

You down the rest of your spotchka in one gulp, unswayed by the clone's poor attempts at flirting with you, but you have a job to do. Getting to your feet, you hold out your hand to Mirdoc, pulling him toward the dance floor eagerly. As the DJ starts up the next set, more people start coming out, including the group of Twi'leks you saw earlier. Heavy bass thunders in your chest as a new song begins, something richly percussive that reminds you of some of the indigenous music from your homeworld. It doesn't take long to find your groove, moving easily to the beat and you're surprised to discover Mirdoc is quite a good dancer.

Your fluid motions are easily matched by him, and it isn't long before he's pressed up against you from behind, his hands clutching your hips as you grind against him. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume deeply, groaning against you when he feels his cock slowly coming to life. One hand leaves your hip and travels up your body until it's resting upon your breast. Mirdoc's lips travel hungrily up your neck as you reach for the back of his head. He takes your ear gently between his teeth as the hand on your other hip starts moving across your waist, slipping his thumb under the flimsy material of your skin tight pants.

You close your eyes and feel yourself getting lost in the rhythm, taking Mirdoc with you. His erection pushes into your back persistently while his hand begins to stray down between your legs. You hold back a moan, despite knowing that no one's going to hear you. He cups your mound and you place your free hand over his, encouraging him to fondle you just like Crosshair did. Mirdoc squeezes lightly and when you open your eyes, you see that one of the Twi'lek women is watching you. She makes eye contact with you and smiles, then closes the gap across the dance floor until she's in front of you.

“You two are smoking hot!” she shouts. “Do you even realize a lot of people are watching you?!” You shake your head in disbelief as you watch her pearlescent blue skin shimmer under the lights. “Mind if I join you? Let's really give them a reason to stare!”

Up on the balcony, Tech and Crosshair are watching you closely, nursing glasses of spotchka of their own. Tech nods approvingly, a tiny smile riddled upon his lips as he's processing everything he's seeing from you. He takes a thoughtful sip, already mapping out how he wants the rest of the night to unfold. Crosshair continues to keep close watch on you in the event of potential trouble, but he's proud of you for always being remarkably open and willing to perform with complete strangers. He spots the Twi'lek woman talking to you and Mirdoc, and he nudges Tech's shoulder.

“What's the deal with the Twi'lek? The reg, I get...but her, I don't.”

Tech shakes his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he makes an assessment of the situation. “I do not know, but let us see where this goes. I trust cyar'íka's intuition; she is more than capable of knowing when to walk away and use her signal.”

The next song begins, the rhythmic driving bass turning into an aural aphrodisiac as Mirdoc's hands return to your waist; you roll your hips seductively, and his hard length presses into your back once more. You lock eyes with the Twi'lek woman, both of you smiling as she comes in close, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, reaching out with her free hand to stroke Mirdoc's heated face. He kisses her palm as her hand passes over his lips, laughing as she takes your face in her hand, closing her eyes and grazing her lips over yours. Mirdoc loosens a hand from one of your hips and reaches for the Twi'lek, pulling her flush against you.

You slide an arm around her lean waist, and she moans softly into your mouth, taking your other hand to guide it to one of her breasts, nipples already stiff under the sheer material of her top. Gently, you swirl your thumb over her, and this time her mouth meets yours, tongue slipping in and colliding with yours for a blistering hot kiss. Mirdoc's chest rumbles against your back as a deep moan rises from him, hardly believing what he's witnessing. His hands return to your hips, gripping firmly as the petite hands of the Twi'lek close over his. The three of you move as one, undulating like ocean waves as you lose yourselves in the music and the sea of bodies.

Mirdoc lets one of his hands wander down between your legs, cupping your mound softly. Nimble blue fingers accompany his, both of them working together to tease you, pressing down to swirl around your clit in tight circles. The Twi'lek slides her open hand up your stomach and between your breasts, letting it linger on your chest as she moves in for another kiss. Your hand strays down to her shapely ass, squeezing it soundly as your lips connect with hers, tongues performing their own sensual dance.

Wetness begins to seep from you, dampening the fabric underneath Mirdoc's fingers. He moves his hand away and lets her continue to play with your clit, reaching around to give her other ass cheek a hefty squeeze. The hand on your chest skims over one of your breasts, her forefinger and thumb plucking at your nipple as it pokes through the thin silk of your top. She smiles and bites her lower lip, her eyes full of arousal. Mirdoc watches over your shoulder as you're rapidly being pushed to your peak, renewing his hold around your waist and hoping she'll make you come before the song is over.

Her fingertips begin to rub your clit briskly, watching your lips part slightly and your eyes close, letting your head fall back onto Mirdoc's shoulder. A lustful grin is on his face when his eyes meet hers, and she knows that you're getting close. The friction of the material pressing down on you with each skilled pass of her fingers creates a surge of pleasurable heat and tingling, and you try not to make it obvious that your legs are beginning to tremble. You feel Mirdoc's hot breath on your neck as he leaves open-mouthed kisses, making his way back up to your ear, kissing it gently.

“Come for us, mésh'la... Come for her...”

She switches from rubbing your clit to using short fluttering motions, and you find yourself pushing into her hand, craving attention and not caring that it's coming from a woman. Your arms close around her shoulders as she presses on you a little harder, the walls of your pussy beginning to contract while the pulsing in your clit grows stronger. She brings her lips to yours for another steamy kiss, her tongue snaking its way back into your mouth. You let loose with a moan, hips swiveling madly as white-hot bolts of pleasure shoot through your core, her deft fingers flicking over you as she draws forth your orgasm.

Mirdoc's powerful hands hold you steady, grinding against you as he mirrors your movements, the Twi'lek reaching around you to rest her hand on his hip, effectively sandwiching you in between when the music hits its own climax. As the song progressively decrescendos to completion, wild cheering and applause erupts from everyone congregated on the dance floor. The Twi'lek loosens her grip on Mirdoc, taking your chin in her hand to give you a parting kiss.

“Mésh'la, you are phenomenal,” Mirdoc says breathlessly as he lets go of you, then turns you around.

“Just thinking how much I would love to drag you into the 'fresher and fuck you senseless, but I think that would get us kicked out and likely arrested,” he chuckles. He quickly glances at his chrono and sighs, “I'm already overdue back at the barracks... Last thing I want or need tonight is an armed escort out of here. So...would you settle for a good night kiss, instead?” He looks at you with eyes full of hope, and while you want to ditch him to go find Crosshair and Tech, you take pity on Mirdoc, knowing full well this could be one of his last nights alive.

“He's not kidding, honey. By the way, that was the first time I've ever done that with a human,” the Twi'lek says, giggling as she squeezes your shoulders appreciatively. She brings her lips to the back of your neck, planting a tender kiss. “Hope to see you around here more often, love.” She turns and disappears into the crowd as she returns to her group, leaving you alone with Mirdoc as you both return to the bar.

He reaches for you, and you indulge him, letting him wrap his arms around your waist and shoulder. “I meant it, you know. You were fucking phenomenal. I'm honestly surprised that we didn't get kicked out for that.”

“It was explained to me ages ago that as long as no one's getting naked, they don't really care,” you laugh as you bring your hand to his sweaty face, trailing your fingertip across his lips. His dark brown eyes glitter appealingly as you meet his gaze, a soft smile appearing on his exquisitely chiseled face. “A credit for your thoughts, trooper?” you ask flirtatiously.

“Who am I to say no to a gorgeous, talented clone?” you reply, taking his face in your hands, your thumbs stroking the corners of his mouth. “Hold onto the memories of tonight, Mirdoc. I hope they'll be of some comfort to you when you need them most. I would like to believe that if the will of the Force is in our favor, perhaps we'll see each other again one day. ”

One of your hands runs up the back of his neck into his hair, cradling his head as your lips briefly touch his. You feel a shiver pass through him as a blissful smile graces his tanned face. His lips meet yours and his tongue slips into the warm haven of your mouth, gripping you tightly when you let out a delicate moan. Mirdoc tenderly caresses your tongue in tantalizing short strokes, moving the hand on your back down to your ass. Bringing your free hand down between his legs, you give his cock a playful squeeze, with him clutching the supple flesh of your ass in return.

He breaks the kiss and releases you, beaming brighter than the twin suns of Tatooine. “Thank you for everything, An'rii. The guy who stood you up really missed out on a night of a lifetime.” He gestures toward the 'fresher and winks. “Wait for me, won't you? I'll be back shortly.”

Mirdoc returns to the bar to find that you're gone. He looks around frantically for you and he feels a tug on his sleeve. A drunken Devaronian sloshes her liqueur onto the bar, loudly slurring her words as she waves her hand around aimlessly. “You...lookin' forrrrrr.... Whassername?” She takes another swig of her drink and sets her glass down roughly, BU-11 coming over to reprimand her about the possibilities of broken glass.

“An'rii!” Mirdoc exclaims, still looking around, thinking maybe you're in the ladies' refresher. “Do you know where she went?!”

The Devaronian lets out a hiccup followed by a harsh cackle. She gets her bearings and points to the main door of the club. “Saw her goin' that way. Not alone, either. You know 'em?”

Mirdoc's expression changes from one of concern to outright panic, hoping that you aren't in the process of being abducted. His heart sinks in his chest and a wave of mild nausea rises as he realizes what's happening. He sees you walking out, flanked on both sides by very tall, slender men with your arms around each of their waists. The silver haired man has his arm around your shoulders protectively, and the man who looks like he's wearing some kind of protective eye wear has his hand securely on your ass. Just before the door closes, both men lean down and kiss your cheeks, the one wearing the goggles giving your ass a loving squeeze.

*****

“Wish I could've seen the look on that reg's face when he came back and saw you were gone,” Crosshair chuckles, busying himself with slipping his hand down your pants, greeted by your slick folds. “They never realize they're being played, and we reap all the benefits.”

“Sheer perfection,” Tech murmurs into your ear as he brings his hand up underneath your top, lifting up your bra to squeeze one of your breasts, his thumb drawing lazy circles around your nipple as the flesh begins to harden. “You never fail to perform admirably...such a flawless little actress, ner cyaré...”

“Yoka slimo,” the surly Dug pilot of your air taxi grumbles as he presses the button to bring up the privacy screen between the front and back seats, uninterested in and disgusted by human dalliances.

“Etchoota?!” Tech retorts testily. “The nerve of him to insinuate that I'm the slimeball?”

“Please, vod. You're just as morally bankrupt as I am, if not worse at times,” Crosshair replies as his focus returns to you, slipping two fingers inside you easily, his thumb dexterously swirling around your swollen, aching clit.

He bites his lip and groans against your neck as you contract your walls around him, silently begging him to edge you. He obliges, curling his fingers upward, tiny contractions plucking at them as he begins to tenderly stroke your sweet spot. New heat builds in your cleft as Tech's lips graze the crook of your neck before you feel him nip at you lightly, continuing to pull at the sensitive skin with his teeth until he works his way up to your pulse point. You reach out for both men, parking your hands between their legs, not surprised to find they're both concealing hefty erections.

“You fucking greedy whore,” Crosshair growls in your ear. “You just can't help yourself, can you?” He abruptly withdraws from you, your eyes going wide in surprise at the sudden shift in his demeanor. “Did you really think we wouldn't notice the Twi'lek woman? Every set of eyes in that place were on YOU, little girl!”

He pushes his fingers into your mouth, and you quickly suck them clean, hoping to placate him as Tech pulls his hand out from under your top, sliding it between your breasts and up your neck to encompass your face. Crosshair pulls out his fingers as Tech turns you toward him, his lips closing over yours. His impatient tongue forces its way into your mouth for an aggressive kiss, cock twitching in your palm as he gets a residual taste of your juices. He looks over at Crosshair, who gives him a sly smile of approval, knowing what Tech is going to tell you.

“The rules have never deviated, cyaré,” Tech states. “You may only have one at a time unless we stipulate otherwise. Since you were not granted permission, I believe some discipline is in order,” his silken voice taking on a distinct steely edge.

“What kind of...discipline, Tech?” you ask, a tremor of uncertainty in your voice. “It was spur of the moment, and I didn't know she –”

“You have no defense, love. There are no excuses,” Tech coolly replies, purposely ignoring your question.

Crosshair takes your chin in his hand and forcefully turns your head. He can see momentary panic in you as his tongue traces over one of his canines, profound hunger burning in his eyes. “Rules are rules,” he says, squeezing your chin a little tighter. “You broke them, and now you need to be punished. Don't ever forget that you're our little whore, NOT theirs.”

“Crosshair, release her. Be patient,” Tech says quietly as he lays his arm over your stomach. He kisses your temple lovingly as you relax against him. “Be a good girl for us, cyar'íka. You must keep in mind that we must do this because we love you.”

***

You realize that you're in a great deal of trouble as you're guided down the hallway to your penthouse apartment, Crosshair walking behind you with his hands on your shoulders and Tech at your side, calmly holding your hand. Your head is bowed, eyes cast to the floor, not daring to look up. Your cheeks flare with the heat of shame as you're led past a few of your neighbors heading toward the elevator; you don't need to see them to know they're all staring at you. Crosshair addresses them, and you feel like throwing yourself off the balcony out of sheer embarrassment.

“She's been a filthy little slut tonight,” he crows as they're halfway down the hall. You can hear light, uncomfortable laughter from them as they hastily pile into the elevator once the doors open. “And we know what to do with filthy little sluts, don't we?” he says with unnerving calmness as you finally reach the door to your apartment.

When you don't answer him, Tech lets go of your hand and lifts up your chin with his index finger. You look at him out of the corner of your eye and he can see you're filled with uncertainty. “Crosshair asked you a question, my love. You will answer him.”

“What do we do with filthy little sluts?” Crosshair repeats, digging his fingertips into your shoulders.

You swallow hard and close your eyes, a lump starting to form in your throat. “Filthy little sluts...” you begin, trying to find your voice. “Filthy little sluts are punished, and...” Hot tears of humiliation begin to prick the corners of your eyes and you blink furiously to hold them back.

“And, what, kitten?”

“...and then fucked mercilessly. They're fucked mercilessly,” you reply flatly.

“See? It isn't that difficult to understand.” He lets go of your shoulders and turns you around slowly. “Look at me.” You lift your head and your eyes meet his, seeing the warmth and tenderness behind them in spite of his cold, stony expression. “As Tech said, cyaré, we do this because we love you. You can't ignore the rules and expect no consequences. Now you're going to learn your lesson.”

You can hear the quiet beeping of the keypad as Tech inputs his code for the front door. The door slides open with a quiet hiss and when you turn around, he extends his hand to you. As you take it, Crosshair's hands close over your shoulders, the two of them directing you inside. Tech steers you in the direction of the master bedroom, Crosshair staying behind to reengage the security system. You sit down on the edge of your bed as Tech occupies a nearby armchair and begins to take off his shoes.

Crosshair appears a moment later, closing the bedroom door behind him. He wastes no time, rolling up his sleeves before he starts to unbutton his shirt. As he takes off his shoes and socks, he looks over at you and sees that you're quite nervous, your fingers picking at the bedspread anxiously. He stands in front of you and takes your chin in his hand. “Sweetheart, relax. This is going to be so much worse if you don't calm down. Tonight, you need to trust us fully. What we have in mind for you is new, and—”

“It is new for us, too, cyaré,” Tech interrupts. “For some time, Crosshair and I have been discussing expanding horizons in this relationship. Long have both of us been interested in certain aspects of...shall I say, unconventional play. We were waiting for an opportunity to present itself in which you would be brought into the conversation. After what we saw tonight, that time has come. I will defer to Crosshair and let him explain in greater detail, for this is more his realm than mine.”

Crosshair exhales sharply through his nose and folds his arms across his chest, trying to figure out the simplest way to describe what he wants to do without frightening you. “Listen to me carefully, and when I'm finished, you can choose to consent, or not. You won't hurt my feelings if you say no. There's plenty of other things the three of us will do tonight that will be just as gratifying.”

You lean forward and slip off your stiletto heels, rubbing your feet as you look up at Crosshair. You're apprehensive, but curious as to what he has in mind. “I'm listening, Cross. Not going to lie to you, all this talk about discipline and punishment hasn't exactly made me feel at ease.”

He chuckles and grins, kneeling down in front of you and taking one of your feet in his hands, massaging it firmly. “Nor should it. It isn't supposed to be a walk in the park, but when done with someone you love and trust wholly, it's very satisfying and can be a cathartic emotional experience. Would you be comfortable in having me use equipment to restrain you, such as binders, and then physically discipline you? By this, I mean something like spanking, using my hand or some other kind of object. I will never strike anywhere other than your ass; it's the one place on the body that has the most cushioning, and can take a great deal of abuse.”

Crosshair sees the brief look of fear on your face, and promptly corrects himself. “My apologies, cyaré, that was a poor choice of words. What I meant to say is that your ass will be able to take a lot of wear and tear, so to speak. Even so, you might still experience some bruising. Would you be all right with that?” He takes your other foot and begins to rub it, waiting until he sees you relax.

“I think I can handle that. I'm not afraid of pain,” you say a little more confidently than you really feel. You know Crosshair isn't always the most gentle lover, but he would never purposely go out of his way to maliciously hurt you. “Better to have a bruised ass than be bruised somewhere more visible, and get asked a bunch of questions I don't want to answer.”

“It has been some time since you have used your safe word,” Tech says. “Are you still comfortable using your current one, or would you like to use something different? You may end up needing it...assuming you agree to these terms.”

“Then you see my point, love. If you don't object, Tech would like to try a little sensory play with you, too. Maybe try wearing some blackout lenses, and let him use different kinds of things on you to help heighten your awareness in certain areas? You have a full promise that nothing he would use will leave any kind of permanent marks.”

You look over at him and see that he's slid his lenses up to rest on his forehead, his large golden brown eyes full of tender care. “Again, I won't lie to you, boys. I am nervous, but...you have my full consent. You never grow unless you're subjected to new experiences, and if this means taking our relationship to the next level, then I absolutely want to do it. That being said, I think it's time for a new safe word. Will “kýrdir” suffice?”

Tech looks over at Crosshair, both of them pleased that you've chosen a Mando'a term. “Kýrdir, it is, love,” Crosshair says, setting your foot on the floor as he runs his hands up your shins, then over your knees and up your thighs. You rest your hands on top of his momentarily before curling your fingers around them, and he gives you a reassuring squeeze as he looks into your eyes. “Are you ready? Be a good little girl and don't forget that we love you more than anything.”

Before you can react, he grabs the waist of your pants and yanks them down. You let out a yelp of surprise as you fall backwards onto your bed, and in a flash, Tech rises from his chair to grab your wrists, pinning your hands above your head. You wriggle your legs as Crosshair frees them from your pants, throwing them aside before his hands go straight to your knees, forcing your legs apart. The silken dusky pink flesh of your pussy lay before him, still slick from the foreplay on the ride home. Crosshair licks his lips in anticipation, and you lift your head a little to watch as he positions himself between your legs, close enough to feel the heat of his breath against your wet folds.

“Giving you pleasure is our job. No one else is allowed to make you come, but after seeing how much you enjoyed having another woman touch you, I'm starting to think you have an appetite for something new. Am I right? You want a cute little pussy of your own to play with?” Crosshair teases, his mouth hovering just over your clit.

You feel heat rising into your cheeks, which doesn't escape Tech's notice. “Answer him.”

Images of the Twi'lek with her hand between your legs and you willingly giving yourself to her play back in your mind, and you close your eyes, blushing furiously. You know there's no shame in what you did, and also know that Crosshair and Tech will never judge or shame you for enjoying it. “Yes, Crosshair,” you reply meekly.

“Yes, what?” he pries. “Use your words.”

“I want a pussy of my own to play with,” you moan softly just as Crosshair's mouth closes over your clit, sucking on the quickly swelling nub of flesh. His tongue dips between your folds and into your entrance to taste the delectable ambrosia of your juices.

He pulls away, his chin glistening wet with your essence. “I fucking knew it, you insatiable little slut,” he rasps, tongue snaking out to lick at the corner of his mouth. “Tech, finish undressing her, then get the binders,” he commands, letting go of you and getting to his feet only to disappear into your walk-in closet. You hear one of the drawers opening and Crosshair reappears holding a long metal bar with cuffs on either end of it. “Now the fun really begins, cyar'íka,” he says, his voice beginning to grow husky with arousal. “This is a spreader bar. It will make sure you can't close your legs, so you'll stay nice and open for me.”

Tech lets go of you and reaches for the hem of your top, making short work of it as he pulls it off, leaving you in your bra. He smiles when he sees your nipples poking at the sheer fabric, reaching out to take your breasts in his warm hands, kneading them gently. Trailing his fingers from your elbows up to your shoulders, he pulls your bra straps down, then slides his hands underneath you to unhook and pull it off. You look up to see that he's starting to grow hard again, and you can't resist reaching up and caressing him through his pants. He looks down at you, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as he pulls your hand away.

He chuckles and a smirk not unlike Crosshair's appears. “Not just yet, mésh'la. I will deal with you once Crosshair decides he's done.”

“Vod, the binders?” Crosshair questions impatiently.

Tech opens the drawer to the nightstand nearest him, pulling out a set of soft leather lined binders and a small remote. You sit up and start rubbing at your wrists where he had gripped you the tightest, but you're soon stopped as he comes around in front of you. “Hold out your hands,” he demands, pushing the button on the remote, the binders opening with a soft clink. You do as you're told, appreciative of how comforting the leather is against your skin. Tech reengages the binders, then leans in to plant a loving kiss on your forehead. “Remember, cyaré, if anything becomes too intense for you, there is no shame in using your safe word.”

You nod and Tech moves to retake his seat in the armchair, taking off his dress shirt and slinging it over the back. You can hear the sound of him loosening his belt buckle as your attention turns to Crosshair, who's standing in front of you expectantly. “On your feet, my little whore,” he growls, grabbing the binders and pulling your arms up over your head, easily lifting you off the bed like you're weightless. You let out a startled cry and he sets you back down on the floor, closing his hand around your throat as he leads you over to the wall.

“Eyes forward and keep your hands raised at all times,” he orders, moving your hands into position where he wants them. He presses up against you, the stiff root of his cock poking insistently into your back. A quiet moan escapes you as your clit pulses and instinctively, you push your ass back against him. “I don't think so, kitten...you're in no position to beg for anything. Spread your legs for me like you wanted to spread them for that worthless reg,” he says, his voice dripping venom.

You don't initially react, so Crosshair shoves his foot between your feet, pushing each one of your legs apart until you're on full display. He leans close to your ear and you shut your eyes, wincing at the ferocity of his words. “You don't listen very well, do you? Spread your fucking legs, cunt.” You're frozen to the spot, heat flaring up in your cheeks as you feel yourself starting to grow wet. You discover that you like hearing him say vile and degrading things to you, and you can plainly tell he's very much aroused by seeing your reactions to this treatment. Crosshair reaches for the spreader bar, kneeling down as he fits one of the cuffs around your ankle, securing it tightly followed by the other one.

“You left me no choice, cyaré. You will learn soon enough that it's easier to submit than to be in a position of power.” He steps back and looks you over, suppressing a groan as his cock twitches, wanting nothing more than to take you by the throat, slip in from behind and fuck you until you scream his name. He moves back in and reaches for your cheeks, squeezing and massaging them roughly. “You have no idea how much I want to ruin that ass, but I'll go easy on you to start, and if you're tolerating it well, I'll do it harder. Understood?”

“I understand, Cross. I know I've been a very bad girl tonight, and I deserve to be punished,” you reply invitingly, looking back at him with eyes half hooded with lust. You feel brave enough to wink at him, then turn your face back toward the wall, settling into place as you lift your ass up and out.

Crosshair smirks, shakes his head and chuckles, getting himself into position. “Such a shame I have to do this, but you brought this on yourself.” He raps his hand on one of your cheeks firmly, and you moan softly as you're caught off guard. “What's that, baby? Do you like this? You want me to do that again?” This time he slaps you harder, grinning as you let out a little whimper when his hand connects solidly on the meatiest part of your ass. “Answer me. You like this, don't you?”

You bite your lip as you feel slickness between your legs and your clit responding as the heat of arousal builds. Stifling a moan as Crosshair's hand comes down on you a third time, you audibly exhale and shut your eyes. Your skin is beginning to smart a little now, but the pain and the heat creeping to the surface triggers something in you. You need him to be rougher and domineering. You're lusting for his full attention, wanting even more of his touch, his vitriolic words, and his sheer power. You want to know how much agony you can genuinely bear. Now you let out the moan you tried to hide, pushing your ass outward as his hand connects with you once more.

“Harder, Cross, please...” you whine, and Crosshair looks down between your legs just in time to see a thin bead of your arousal drip onto the carpet. “Please...” You hear him chuckle darkly behind you as one of his hands rests on your other ass cheek, his thumb pulling at your outer lips to inspect you.

“This is certainly something, my love. The more I spank you, the wetter you get,” Crosshair muses. “You know...it's one thing to be a little cock tease; you excel at that. It's quite another to be a complete fucking whore.” There's a sharp crack and a cry of shock from you as Crosshair's palm kisses your flesh, searing heat left in its wake.

“Cross, what the fuck?!” you yell, glaring at him over your shoulder, ignoring his directive to stay facing the wall.

In an instant, Crosshair's hand grips the back of your head, pushing your face against the wall as his hand lands heavily on your ass cheek for a resounding slap. You let out a whimper as you close your eyes, your flesh burning like you've been struck with a red hot poker. “That's just a love tap, doll. Now you're going to learn the true meaning of pain!” He strikes you again, this time leaving a clear outline of his hand behind. Tears of shock begin to well in your eyes as the relentless onslaught continues, the throbbing of your stinging flesh now making you realize you made the fatal mistake of underestimating just how brutally intense he can be.

“I'm...sorry...Cross...” your breath catching in your throat, choking on every word when his barbarous hand refuses to yield. “I'm...so—”

“Not good enough, cyaré...” he hisses, cracking you sharply three times in quick succession, your anguished cries falling on deaf ears. He sees that you're already starting to bruise slightly from the heavy impact, and without breaking his rhythm, switches hands to turn his attention to your other ass cheek. The assault is no less vicious, everything singing with pain as Crosshair's ruthless hand leaves no part of you untouched, each upward strike sending acute heat rippling over the surface of your tender flesh. “Fucking greedy slut, who owns that sweet little cunt of yours?!”

“You, Cross!” you wail, shutting your eyes tightly as hot tears begin to flow, taking your mascara with them, ugly black trails oozing their way down your face.

“And?!” he snarls, winding his hand into your hair and yanking your head back as he scores another fierce hit, this time splaying his fingers to maximize the pain.

“Tech, goddamn it!”

Crosshair pauses for a split second to look down and see that both of your ass cheeks are raw and stained scarlet, with dark purplish contusions erupting under the surface of the skin. He lets go of your hair and laughs quietly, nodding his head in approval at his handiwork. “Have you learned your lesson, cyar'íka? For your sake, you'd better say yes. Any more of this, and you're going to bleed.”

“Never again, Cross...never without permission,” you say quietly. “Forgive me, both of you. Please,” you whisper, tears of honest regret starting to course down your stained face.

Crosshair comes around you to slowly bring your arms down. He rests a hand on your back, the other above your breasts to bring you back up to a standing position. He take your chin in his hand, looking down at your dirty, tear stained face. “See? That wasn't so bad, now, was it? I didn't think you'd be able to withstand that, but you took it so well. I'm proud of how strong you are, baby.” He kisses your forehead tenderly, then kneels down to open the cuffs. “Tech, get the binders off her while I get something to clean her up.”

Tech gets up out of the armchair, his pants hanging loosely around his hips. He has the remote for the binders in his hand, and with the push of a button, you're completely free from your bonds. “My love, are you all right?” he frets, taking your hands in his, kissing them warmly. “That was...remarkably intense. I was positive that you would use your safe word, but you endured, and for that, I am most proud of you.” He runs his hand over the top of your head and down onto your neck, pulling your forehead to his chest in a gentle embrace, his other hand stroking your back in small circles. “No more tears, cyaré. It's over now. You're safe, and you are loved beyond measure.”

Crosshair emerges from the en suite refresher with a bottle of bacta spray and a few damp washcloths. He hands everything but one of the washcloths to Tech, then proceeds to carefully wipe your face. You sigh, the soothing warmth of the cloth and Crosshair's gentle motions a stark contrast from the extremes he just put you through. He removes the last of your makeup, then his lips graze your cheek lightly before he touches them to yours for a soft, almost apologetic kiss. “Much better,” he says after he sees you smile up at him. “Now you don't look like a little raccoon. Kitten, this isn't going to feel good, but I need to take care of your ass, or the bacta spray won't be as effective.”

“Come lie down,” Tech says as he lays down one of your favorite waterproof blankets. “I've been working on modifying the formula to the typical bacta spray available on the market so that it's even faster acting, resulting in very little recovery time. This should work well for minor injuries, and irritations to skin such as abrasions, contusions, or pruritis.”

“My skin feels like it's on fire,” you reply. “Let's give it a whirl. The worst case scenario is that playtime is over for the night because I'm out of action, and that's the last thing I want.”

“The feeling is mutual, cyaré,” Crosshair says as he begins to undress, skinning off his shirt and pants until he's left in his underwear. You can see he's still half hard, and desire wells in your chest, concentrated wet heat pooling between your legs. “Go lie face down, and I'll take care of you,” he assures.

You're grateful for the comfort of your bed and the large pillow that Tech moved into place for you as you painstakingly lie down, wincing as you try and get into a relaxed position. Crosshair joins you and takes the bottle of bacta spray, lightly misting your inflamed, angry looking skin. You groan and let out a hiss at the initial sting of the bacta, but it goes to work as Tech promised, immediately cooling your flesh. Crosshair makes a second pass with the spray, carefully blotting when it starts to run off the sides of your cheeks. He lays down one more round, then applies the washcloths.

“Be still,” he says softly, stroking your cheek with a finger. “Such a good girl, never fussing even though it hurts. I need to thank you for being so willing to try that with me, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. You are everything to me, mésh'la...I love you.” Tenderly, he pets the back of your head, smiling as you make little sounds of contentment. His hand works its way down your neck and onto your upper back, caressing you and feeling himself growing a little harder when you moan pleasurably. “The tough part is done. Tech's got a few things he'd like to try before the two of us finish taking care of you. How's your ass feel?” He carefully pulls up one of the washcloths and sees that even within the span of several minutes, your skin isn't as red. “Definitely starting to look better...what do you think, vod?”

“How are you feeling, love? You certainly look much more comfortable,” Tech inquires.

Tech lifts up the cloth on your other cheek and nods in agreement. “A vast improvement, I should say. The contused areas are receding quickly. I shall make a note in my records that this particular formula is quite efficacious. Crosshair, please stay with cuun cyaré for a moment while I gather a few things that I am going to need.” You hear the bedroom door open as Tech leaves, and you wonder just what he has in mind.

It doesn't take long before Tech returns, closing the door behind him with his foot. Crosshair looks over and sees him cradling a bowl against his chest, his other hand holding on to several items. He carefully sets everything down on one of the nightstands, and now Crosshair sees just exactly what Tech was concealing. The bowl is filled with water and some ice cubes, its companions a small jar of some kind of unguent, a pair of blackout lenses not entirely unlike Tech's, a sleek black anal plug, and a remote control. He chuckles quietly, knowing precisely what Tech plans on doing with you. Tech finishes undressing, slinging his pants over the rest of his clothing on the armchair before coming to sit next to you, opposite Crosshair.

“Much better, Tech. I don't really feel much pain anymore,” you reply honestly.

Crosshair removes both of the washcloths, and both he and Tech can see that your skin is nearly back to its normal state, with just a few purplish blotches left behind. He lays his hand on your ass, and it's quite cool to the touch. “You have a tiny amount of bruising left, but everything else is clear,” he says. “Do you feel like you're comfortable enough to roll over onto your back?”

Tech shifts over to give you space as you carefully reposition yourself until you're propped up on an elbow. You lower yourself and settle in, then let your breath out through slightly pursed lips. “So far, so good, guys. Just a little bit sore in a couple spots, but nothing like what it was.” You reach out for both of them, hands resting on the backs of their heads as they let you pull them in close to your face, moaning softly as they each kiss a corner of your mouth. Tech's lips meet yours for a brief kiss, followed by Crosshair's. “I'm ready for you, Tech,” you whisper.

Crosshair gets up and lays his hand over your heart before leaning down to kiss you soundly, holding back a small moan as your tongue glides over his with fervor. He breaks the kiss and touches his finger to the tip of your nose. “Be good for Tech, cyaré. I think you're really going to love what he has planned.” He moves to sit in the armchair Tech occupied, where he has an unobstructed view of you lying in bed before him. His cock twitches impatiently under his shorts, already excited for what's to come. “She's all yours, vod. I can't wait to see this,” he chuckles.

Tech picks up the blackout lenses from the nightstand, holding them above you and turning them around so you can see them from all angles. “With your permission, I would like to put these on you first. In theory, they will have a calming effect and in turn, force you to rely on your other senses. I designed these myself; you can see they are almost identical to what I wear, in terms of appearance. However, you will be essentially blind, which means you have to trust me implicitly.”

You sit up and take the lenses from Tech, conducting your own inspection by holding them up against the light, seeing nothing penetrating the thick material. “I don't have a problem with these, Tech. Of course, if something changes, I'll use my safe word.” You hold them over your eyes and he carefully slips the band around your head, making the necessary adjustments. Having your vision purposely erased is jarring, and you tilt your head to the side, already more cognizant of sound now that you can't see anything. “This is...very peculiar, but it isn't unpleasant,” you remark.

“I'm going to touch your back and chest as I ease you down,” Tech says quietly, watching you closely for any signs of rising panic. “Please do not wait to tell me if you are experiencing dysphoria or any other kind of disorientation.” He slides one of his hands down to the middle of your back and rests the other one between your breasts, carefully lowering you back down onto the bed with your head on the pillow. When you've settled in, he gets up and stands at the foot of the bed and looks you over, smiling as he sees how relaxed and serene you are. “Look how beautiful she is, Crosshair. Cuun cyaré...”

Crosshair nods sagely, a peaceful smile growing as his eyes roam over you. “Our beautiful shining star,” he agrees. “She could have had anyone, but she chose us. We're the luckiest bastards in the galaxy, Tech, I'm telling you.”

“That, we are, ner vod. That, we are.” Tech grins and goes over to the bowl of ice cubes, dipping his fingers in the water. “Prepare yourself, cyar'íka, this is going to be a bit of a shock.”

He lets the water bead off the tips of his fingers directly onto your chest and laughs when you let out a loud gasp, arching your back up while you clutch at the blanket. He moves his hand downward, the droplets of frigid water on your heated skin both pleasurable and uncomfortable all at the same time. Wetting his fingers once more, Tech lets a considerable amount of water drip onto your pubic mound, where it runs down onto your clit and outer lips, making you groan loudly. As you reach down to touch yourself, you feel Tech climbing onto the bed with you, using his other hand to push your legs apart.

“Hands behind your head, love. Keep them there until I indicate otherwise,” Tech says, his voice starting to grow heavy with lust. “Do not lull yourself into believing that I have no intention of disciplining you simply because I will not be heavy handed.” He reaches over into the bowl and pulls out an ice cube, letting it drip all over your breasts, watching your nipples harden. “I have my methods, and they are exceedingly efficient.”

Chills run down your spine with those last two words, and while you have no idea what he really means by that, you comply with his request and put your hands behind your head. Tech slips his arm under your knee and around your thigh, effectively holding you in place. Slowly, he begins to swirl the ice cube over one nipple, the tissue instantaneously growing diamond hard. As he rubs the ice cube over your other nipple, he grins deviously as you arch up into him once more and emit a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan. Tech places the partially melted ice cube between your breasts, gliding it down your stomach toward your mound where he lets it dissolve.

“That's my good girl,” he says quietly, leaning down until he's within reach of one of your nipples.

You can feel the heat of his breath against your chilled skin as his tongue emerges, flicking over the stiff little peak lightly before his lips close over it. He suckles on you gently, closing his eyes as his hand reaches for your other nipple, pulling it between his thumb and forefinger. Tech flicks his tongue steadily over you and hears your breath catch before you let out a delicate moan. He starts to roll and pinch the pebbled flesh, fresh heat building between your legs as your clit pulses, triggering tiny contractions deep in your cleft. Without thinking, you lift your hips up into him, mutely begging for him to dive between your legs and relieve your growing arousal.

Tech releases your nipple as the hand on your breast gravitates to your hip, pinning you to the bed. “Save your energy, my love. You will be given no release until I deem it appropriate.” He sits up and lets go of your leg, reaching into the bowl to take another ice cube. Glancing down, he sees the slickness between your folds and how engorged you are. “You burn far too hot, cyaré...let me remedy your fever.”

The instant the ice cube touches your clit, the shock of the numbing cold makes you nearly scream as you buck your hips up powerfully enough to loosen Tech's grip. He chuckles and pushes you back down, gripping you tighter as he rubs the ice cube around your clit, watching in fascination as it involuntarily contracts with each pass. Tech examines your face curiously, seeing your brow furrow as you let out an open-mouthed moan, then smile and bite your lower lip as he draws the ice cube over your outer lips and deeper into your folds. The radiant heat of your flesh makes short work of the remaining ice until it's little more than a small piece. You gasp sharply as Tech breaches your entrance with the remnant, shivering as it melts away.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” you drawl as icy water dribbles back out, dampening the blanket underneath you.

“This is certainly unexpected,” Tech observes with great amusement. “Your visceral reaction suggests you are aroused by this. Let us see how long that lasts, once that fiery little pussy of your is packed with ice,” he adds, his voice palpably thick with desire.

“Do it...fill me up,” you reply breathlessly. “I want to try...”

“That's my courageous, beautiful girl. You never back down from a challenge...”

Tech smiles and traces his fingertip over your clit, teasing you by rubbing it for a few seconds before he moves to spread your outer lips, still quite cold to the touch. He presses his finger against your entrance, and you can't resist moaning his name as it slips inside, navigating to your sensitive spot. Again he teases you, stroking the tiny area gently, holding back a moan as your inner walls squeeze around him. Tech withdraws and brings his finger to your mouth, tracing the outline of your lips.

Automatically, you open up and Tech slides his finger in, grinning as your lips close around him. As you begin to suck your juices off him, he closes his eyes followed with a quiet groan as his cock stirs to life. “That's it, baby...like you're sucking my cock,” he says in a heated whisper, sliding his middle finger into your mouth. Tech slowly moves his fingers in and out, relishing the sound of your muffled moaning, inordinately pleased at how eager you are to taste yourself. “Greedy isn't the word for you, mésh'la. You are utterly voracious.”

Tech pulls his fingers out of your mouth, then reaches into the bowl and plucks out an ice cube, wanting to start with one to get you acclimated. He rubs the ice along your outer lips, eliciting another gasp from you as he pushes it deeper until it's parked at your entrance. You let out a soft cry as Tech pushes the ice into you as far as it will go, legs twitching as if you're in the throes of an orgasm. Encouraged by your reaction, he returns to the bowl to take a few more cubes, carefully inserting them one at a time. Your breath comes in short heaving gasps, your pussy growing increasingly more numb as Tech takes the last of the ice cubes and packs the rest of them into you.

“Now, cyar'íka...you're going to keep them in there until that fire is extinguished,” he says, his silken voice enveloping you like a liquid shroud. “Push any of them out, and I return with more until you acquiesce.”

“No more ice, Tech... I'll be...good, I— Oh, fuck...” you stutter, trembling from the cold.

Tech laughs softly and runs his fingers along your knees and down your smooth, silky thighs, stopping short of your mound as he spies water beginning to leak out of you. His cock flexes and stiffens within the confines of his undershorts, moving back from you to pull them off. You feel him shift so that he's lying down, resting on an elbow as he takes his half-erect cock in hand, stroking it and watching more water run out of you. You hear Crosshair rise from the armchair, the whisper-soft sound of fabric passing over skin evident as he frees himself from his underwear.

A moment later, Crosshair sits down on the bed, the sudden weight shift making you turn your head in his direction. You smile as he strokes your cheek softly with a finger, playfully taking the tip of it into your mouth when he draws it across your lips. He chuckles as you catch him between your teeth, holding him in place. “Mind if I borrow her mouth for a while? I think cyar'íka wants to be fed.”

Tech sits up and leans forward, taking your hands in his while bringing your arms down. “As long as you let me drink from her pussy, I have no objections.” Crosshair slips a hand under your back and lifts you as Tech takes several pillows and puts them behind you. “Crosshair is going to need your hands, love. Sitting up should make it easier for you.” Tech moves into position between your legs, and you let out a soft moan as the heat of his breath ghosts across your mound. “I'm parched, baby...slake my thirst,” he mutters, his lips hovering just above your clit.

Tech lets the tip of his tongue graze the underside of it, the slightest touch making you let loose with a breathy moan as you snake your hips back and forth. He lazily swirls his tongue around you, each pass making the sensitive flesh progressively swell as more water seeps out of you. You reach out for him clumsily, not knowing exactly where to put your hand until Crosshair guides you, putting it on the back of Tech's head. Tech closes his lips over your clit, sucking the tiny nub tenderly while his tongue massages it from underneath, moaning softly as cold water dampens his chin.

He lets go and slips his tongue through your folds, bringing his mouth flush against your cold, wet entrance. The grip you have on the back of his head tightens as he begins to push his way inside with a sense of urgency, and you feel the vibrations from the depth of his moaning when water flows into his mouth. His strong hands wrap around your thighs and squeeze tightly as you bear down, water flowing from you like a river. He downs every last drop you can give him, a low growl building in his chest as he pulls his mouth away.

“Satisfied?” Crosshair chuckles, smirking as Tech looks up at him, his chin dripping with a combination of water and your juices.

“Like being served the finest cocktail the galaxy has to offer,” Tech replies, sitting up and dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. “I am nowhere near satisfied, however, and by the looks of it, neither are you,” he sniggers, seeing Crosshair with his cock in hand. “Keep cyar'íka occupied while I prepare her for her next experience. Hand me that jar, would you? She tolerates the cold better than most polar squadrons I've seen, but now I would like to see how she reacts when I rekindle her fire and stoke the flames.”

Crosshair reaches next to him and takes the small brown glass jar with the nondescript unguent, handing it to Tech. He unscrews the lid and dips his fingertip in, pulling out a creamy white blob of salve. “Something of your own creation, vod?” Crosshair asks, genuinely curious as to what it is.

“Indeed, it is. This is a formula I have been most anxious to introduce. It serves a dual purpose; it not only heightens arousal, but also has a pleasurable warming effect that can last hours. There are personal lubricants available that boast these claims, but after testing them on myself, I concluded they are vastly inferior.” Crosshair rolls his eyes impatiently and Tech clears his throat, looking down at you. “Cyaré, I am going to apply this both inside and out. You should feel the effects almost immediately, if my hypothesis is correct.”

Tech rubs his thumb against his fingertip, smearing the cream over his index finger. He applies a small amount to your clit, rubbing over the entire surface until it absorbs. You let out a gasp as your pearl fills with warmth and pleasant tingling. Tech smiles and guides his fingers back into your pussy with the remainder of the cream, coating your walls with it. Mere moments pass before the same delicious heat builds in the core of your pussy, and you mewl softly as your clit begins to pulse. The flame becomes a roaring bonfire, with both men watching you arch your back and grasp at the blanket, spreading your legs invitingly for them.

Crosshair gets to his knees and takes your chin in his hand, turning you toward him. Your breath catches in your throat, only able to emit a tiny squeak as he raps his erection roughly against your cheek. “Suck my cock, kitten. Don't worry about what Tech's going to do,” he rasps. “That's my girl...I wish you could see how pretty you are when I'm stuffed in your mouth,” he praises as he pushes against your lips, watching himself disappear inch by inch.

You bring a hand up and wrap it around him, squeezing firmly when you've taken in as much as you can handle. Blindly groping for his thigh with your other hand, you eventually find it and hold on tightly as you begin to move your head back and forth. Crosshair rests a hand on the top of your head as he reaches down between his legs to cup his balls, massaging the swollen orbs while your tongue swirls around his tip. You pull him into your mouth and let your tongue glide underneath his shaft, earning you a low moan as your hand twists its way back up.

“Just like that, baby...don't you fucking stop,” Crosshair groans as you suck on him more aggressively, hollowing out your cheeks and gripping him tighter with each stroke.

Tech catches you unaware, sneakily reintroducing his fingers into your pussy and making a beeline for your sweet spot, expertly applying just the right amount of pressure to the tiny area, making you moan heavily around Crosshair's cock. He draws his fingers in and out achingly slow as the thumb and forefinger of his other hand retract the hood of your clit, grinning broadly when he sees that you're fully engorged. Deftly, he whorls the flat of his thumb around you in concentric circles, your pussy closing down around his fingers. White hot liquid euphoria ripples through you as Tech starts to penetrate you steadily, his manipulation of your clit keeping pace.

Crosshair lets out a frustrated groan because you're slowing down and losing focus as you're rapidly consumed by Tech's ministrations. “Do as I fucking tell you and keep sucking my cock,” he growls, slapping your cheek lightly, snapping you back to attention as you desperately try to ignore how swiftly Tech is drawing you to an orgasm.

He takes the back of your head in his hand and starts pushing you down on his cock, chuckling when he drives too far and triggers your gag reflex, tears pricking the corner of your eyes before he releases you. A thick trail of saliva connects your tongue to the head of his cock as you pull him out, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath without retching. Crosshair lets out a wicked laugh as he slides back into your mouth, goading as you start over again. “You were going to suck that useless reg's cock if we hadn't been there, weren't you? You fucking whore...”

Heat blooms in your cheeks at the sound of Crosshair's poison, and in retaliation, you rake your teeth lightly over his shaft as you pull back. He clenches his jaw and lets out a loud hiss, curling his fingers tightly into your hair as you gently bite the head of his cock. You pull him out with a soft pop and encircle the base of him with your thumb and index finger, forming a tight ring as you begin to stroke him. A low moan rolls out of Crosshair as your other hand leaves his thigh and makes contact with his balls, caressing them tenderly. You hold your fingers in place as he starts to thrust through them, groaning loudly when the knot in his core pulls tighter.

“I'm close, cyaré,” he pants. “Your mouth...now.”

“Nayç, Crosshair. You will give her nothing,” Tech mandates, seeing Crosshair's expression start to sour. “The wait will be worth it, I assure you.”

Crosshair huffs and pulls back from you, his thighs trembling from the tension while he fights to stay in check, realizing that as usual, Tech is correct. Spilling his seed now would only result in being able to fill you that much less when he finally gets to fuck you. He sits back down next to you and watches Tech draw his fingers tirelessly in and out while he rolls your clit between his thumb and index finger, listening to your divine whimpering. Your walls clamp down around him with each small contraction, and he watches your legs shudder as he drives you dangerously close to your peak.

“I can feel your cunt tighten around my fingers, mésh'la. Do you want my cock that badly?”

“Fuck me, Tech,” you whine, reaching out for him. “I want to come for you...gedet'ye, ner cyaré.”

Tech intercepts your hand and leans forward to kiss your palm with a deviant chuckle. “That is not what I asked you, although it is rather endearing to hear you beg. I've no intention of releasing you just yet.” He pulls his fingers out of you with an obscenely wet, sticky sound, admiring how creamy his fingers look coated with your secretions. His fingers trail from your pussy down to your ass cheeks, and you feel him rubbing your juices on your tight hole. You gasp at the intrusion, your heart beginning to race as Tech firmly pushes, but doesn't enter.

“Will you let me in, cyar'íka? I know this is new for you, and I can sense your intimidation. There is something that will help loosen you up and prepare you for us...”

“Us?” you ask nervously. “That means you both want to...?”

Crosshair chuckles and takes one of your hands, squeezing it reassuringly. “We both want to fuck that pretty little ass of yours. It's been on our to-do list for a long time.” He reaches over to the nightstand and takes the anal plug and the remote, handing them to Tech. You hear the drawer open as Crosshair rummages around for the bottle of lube you always keep in there. “This isn't going to hurt a bit. But, use your safe word if you're not into it.”

Tech moves his finger away and you quietly groan when the cool tip of the plug take its place. You hear the snap of the lube bottle as Tech dribbles a little onto the plug and smears some over you. “I will go slowly, my love. Just relax, and when I tell you to push out, do it; the entrance will be much easier for you.”

“Crosshair – ” you utter apprehensively.

“You've got this, baby, don't worry,” Crosshair murmurs into your hair, kissing the top of your head. “I'm right here. Nothing is going to happen to you.”

Tech nudges the tip of the plug a fraction into you, watching your mouth drop open as you already feel the stretching. He pushes it a little deeper, keeping close watch on you for signs of overt pain. You let out a soft hiss as you're stretched a little wider, and Tech stops to grab the remote. “This might feel a little strange, but it will help with the discomfort.” He pushes the button for the lowest setting, breath catching in your throat at the intense vibrations. “Now bear down a little...you are taking this remarkably well. That's my good girl.”

You exhale sharply and push, feeling the plug slide in with less resistance. Tech carefully maneuvers it until you reach its full diameter. You groan softly at how tightly you feel stretched, Tech pausing when he sees you're uncomfortable. He takes the thumb of his open hand and starts rubbing your clit. Within moments, your pelvic floor loosens enough to let him ease the rest of it into you. He pushes the base of the plug flush against you and then activates the next level of vibration, watching with amusement when your hands clamp over your mouth, fighting the urge to scream as you swivel your hips.

“Fascinating, Crosshair,” Tech says as he shifts back from you, “I do believe she is experiencing nearly the same level of pleasure that you and I do, when we use similar implements. How does it feel, love?”

“Really full, but not in a negative way,” you reply. “It just feels like everything from the waist down is vibrating, which is...”

“Strange,” Crosshair interjects. “You get used to it, trust me. But right now, I think the more important thing is who gets to fuck you first, hm? You need to see how wet Tech and I are for you,” he says, his sultry voice dripping black ichor. “I don't think you'll need these anymore.”

He lifts the lenses away from your eyes, then pulls them off your head and sets them on the nightstand. Blinking owlishly as you acclimate to the light of your bedroom, it registers that Tech lies on his back before you, propped up on an elbow with his fully primed cock in hand. You can see wetness blossoming from the tip, ready to weep onto his stomach; your mouth waters just thinking about diving between his legs and bleeding him white. Letting your eyes roam their way up his lean, muscular frame, you eventually meet his gaze, his deep amber eyes harboring a mischievous glint.

“Cyaré, you have no idea how loud your thoughts are...it is almost deafening,” Tech teases, stroking his cock slowly as he beckons to you and points between his legs. “Come and let me whet your appetite, baby...show me how starved you are.”

Tech reclines fully, bringing up his legs as you align yourself between them. You wrap an arm around one of his thighs, taking ownership of his hot, swollen length and eagerly bringing him to your lips. He exhales sharply and curses under his breath as you delicately kiss the head of his cock, letting your tongue skillfully glide around it, hearing him moan as you let the tip of your tongue graze the tiny slit. Forming a ring with your fingers just under his glans, you apply steady pressure until another bead of pre-cum oozes out, using it to lubricate your thumb as you flick it along his frenulum. Tech moans deeply when his legs start to twitch, and you stifle laughter as you dig your nails into his thigh.

“Who's hungry, Tech? I'm starting to think it isn't me!” you taunt as he looks up to see a devilish look on your face.

“Sassy little minx, aren't you? Crosshair, the remote, if you please. Turn it up a few more levels and adjust cuun cyaré's undesirable attitude.”

“With only the greatest pleasure,” Crosshair replies with ominous laughter. He takes the remote and pushes it a few more times, the speed and intensity of the vibrations making you lyelp. He laughs even more when your hand flies to your ass to cover the plug. “I advise you to stay on task. Show Tech how nicely you can take his cock, instead of being so fucking mouthy.”

Tech stretches out his legs and you reposition yourself on your knees, resting your hands on his thighs. You close your eyes and moan blissfully as the vibrating seemingly spreads inside your cleft, tickling your walls and making your clit pulse. Your hands creep their way up, rocking forward on your knees until you reach his hips, gripping them as your tongue emerges to lick him base to tip. Tech runs his fingers through your hair and cradles the back of your head when one of your hands envelops him, squeezing firmly as it travels its way upward.

You let a bit of saliva pool in your mouth before you let it drip over the swollen head of his cock, cupping it as you roll your fingers and palm around to massage him. He tilts his hips and groans as you start back down his shaft, the hand on your head urging you forward until he's nudged against your lips. You start to inch him in, flattening out your tongue as he disappears farther into your mouth, your muted moaning sending vibrations all through his cock. You hear his breath catch as you rise, showing him just how skilled you are, sucking vigorously while your hand twists expertly around him.

Crosshair watches you attentively, admiring the view of your plug-filled ass and the blossom of your pussy, your outer lips spread wide open. His cock stirs when he sees a long bead of your slick clinging to your outer lips and he starts stroking himself again, the edging paying off as he grows rock hard quickly. He gets to his knees and aligns himself behind you, resting his hands upon the plush globes of your ass. He chuckles, seeing you pause for a moment and let out a muffled whimper, knowing you fear he's going to spank you again. Tenderly, he massages your soft flesh, nudging one of your legs to the side with his knee as he inches forward enough to let the head of his cock kiss your entrance.

“It's always such a delight to see how wet you get when you're sucking cock, kitten. Time to give that hungry pussy a little taste of dessert,” he says, taking one of your hips in his hand as his other takes hold of his cock to guide its way into you. Crosshair closes his eyes, breathing out forcefully as he sinks deeper into the tight channel, moaning softly at the sensation of the plug vibrating through the thin wall of muscle, tickling his cock and inviting him to spill inside you. You can hear his breathing becoming inconsistent as he seats himself completely inside you, trying to stay in check in the battle against the plug and your constricting walls. Holding still, he closes his hand around your other hip, gripping your waist as he refocuses, pulling himself back until he's almost out of you.

“Is she...hnngg...to your liking, vod?” Tech grunts as you hungrily suck on the head of his cock, feeling him starting to swell and tense in your hand, well on his way to his climax.

“So fucking hot and wet,” Crosshair replies, letting out another moan as he pushes his way back in, earning a cry of pleasure from you as his swollen tip kisses your cervix. Now he begins to move, pumping his hips gradually and watching himself plunge in and out, his cock getting coated with your cream each time he withdraws. It isn't long before he speeds up, the sound of skin on skin lewd each time his hips collide noisily with your ass. “That's it, my little slut, take my cock,” he growls, taking a fistful of your hair and fucking you harder.

Tech starts to sit up, propping himself on an elbow as he takes your chin in his other hand, resisting the urge to moan as the arousal in his core threatens to spiral out of control. “Cyar'íka, stop... I'm...too close,” he pants, lifting your head up off his throbbing length, perilously near to exploding in your mouth. Knowing you can no longer compete between sucking on him or being fucked by Crosshair, Tech gingerly moves back from you and gets to his knees, coming to your side to reach underneath you. Without interrupting Crosshair's momentum, he finds your clit easily, the tiny nubbin already slick with wetness and aching to be teased.

The moment his fingertip touches you, a lusty moan springs forth as you stretch your arms out in front of you, lowering yourself onto the bed. “Touch me,” you plead, moaning plaintively as Tech applies a little friction and swipes his fingers back and forth over your clit. “Please let me come...”

You let out a startled yelp as Crosshair lightly slaps one of your ass cheeks and presses his palm down on the middle of your back, slowing down his thrusting to a lazy rocking. “Begging is childish, unflattering, and beneath you, cyaré. Big girls use their words when they want something.” He yanks you back against him, sinking himself all the way in with one fluid motion. You let out a cry as his cock stretches your pussy to the fullest, flexing as he feels the plug vibrating much more acutely. He retreats, stopping as the head of his cock spreads your entrance open, pausing momentarily before he shoves himself back into you, burying himself to the hilt.

“Look at that famished little cunt, swallowing me whole,” Crosshair observes as he slowly pulls back, once more parking himself at your entrance. Swiftly, he bucks his hips into you, each word punctuated with a forceful thrust. “One...would...think...we...never...feed...you!” A primal sounding growl rips from his throat as he grabs your ass, holding on tightly as he returns to fucking you hard and fast, your cries of ecstasy driving him into a frenzy.

Tech's nimble fingers return between your legs to seek out their quarry, the sensitive bundle of nerves screaming for relief. Each slippery pass over your clit sends rippling shockwaves of pleasure through you, amplified by the wild buzzing of the plug and Crosshair's thick cock massaging your sweet spot with each forward surge. Deep-seated moans pour out of you as Tech flicks his fingertip along the underside of your clit, luscious heat spreading like wildfire. Your thighs start to quake against their will as you're being launched closer to your apex, hoping that you will be granted the release you so desperately want.

“Fuck, I'm so close...” you nearly sob as you feel Crosshair's cock tightening up, your inner walls catching him in a stranglehold.

He groans loudly and bites his lower lip, struggling to remain disciplined and deny himself release until Tech calls him off. Loosening the grip on your waist, he rests his hands on your ass to let you take over. Pressing your face into the blanket, you start throwing back against him, your ass clapping against his hips in a vulgar staccato. Crosshair moans as he watches his cock vanish into the depths of your pussy, the coil of arousal winding tightly. “Hurry up, vod, I'm not going to last much longer at this rate,” he chokes out, feeling the burning tension in his thighs.

“Patience is a virtue, Crosshair,” Tech replies as he switches techniques, grasping your clit between his thumb and forefinger as he fondles you, the sensation of your hood being pulled along its sides almost tipping you over the edge. “She's nearly there,” he confirms, seeing your face alight with sheer felicity. He squeezes your clit between his fingers just a little, stroking you fervently until he feels you dripping onto his hand.

“Tech, I... Fuck, I'm gonna...”

“Cyar'íka, are you all right? Do you want us to stop?” he asks, growing alarmed when you refuse to answer him.

“Now, Crosshair!”

Tech releases your clit as Crosshair pulls out and falls back against the mound of pillows, panting as he resists the urge to finish himself off. An angry sounding sob bursts from you as you ball up your fist and slam it down, dismayed by the sudden lack of stimulation. Tech looks over at Crosshair, great concern etched all over his face as Crosshair's eyes widen, with the question of did we go too far? racing through their minds, completely taken aback by your reaction. Slowly, you get yourself upright, sitting back on your feet as your hands cover your face, unbidden tears of frustration stinging your eyes. Tech reaches out for you, closing his hand around your forearm and noticing that you're quivering.

“Ayósa, please...this is important. We didn't hurt you, did we?” Crosshair asks uneasily as he reaches for the remote, turning off the plug before he sits up and gently lays a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, baby, talk to us. Did we do something wrong?”

You take your hands away from your face and let them drop into your lap. Tech lets go of your arm and gets up to sit in front of you, taking your chin in his hand to lift your head until your eyes meet his. He watches as tears cloud your vision and roll down your cheeks, your expression devoid of emotion. A thick lump forms in your throat as you try to think of something to say that won't end up seeming like misdirected anger. Tech's words from earlier ring hollow in your mind - “...I have my methods, and they're exceedingly efficient...”

“You were right, Tech. Your methods of punishment are efficient, so congratulations...you win. Honestly, I didn't know you have a sadistic streak,” you reply with disconcerting flatness.

“I am a great many things, ner cyaré, but a sadist is not one of them,” Tech says, brushing your hair away from your face as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. “I did not consider that denying you pleasure to an extreme may cause undue stress to such a degree. For that, I am most sorry. Gedet'ye...forgive me. Forgive us.”

Crosshair presses himself up against your back, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and crossing the other over your chest, resting his head on top of yours. Your hands cover his, interlacing your fingers as he squeezes you tightly. He takes a deep breath and exhales loudly through his nose while he carefully chooses his next words.

“Cyar'íka,I have never deviated from the belief that there is a great deal of beauty in vulnerability. It is a state of being that requires the utmost trust between two people, because you are sharing a part of yourself kept locked away, and once it's in the hands of another, you hope it won't be abused. Tonight, you've done just that; you have laid bare your vulnerabilities for us, trusted without question, and done things that are new and intimidating.

We never know what we are truly capable of until we are pushed to our limits, but you have shown us that you are remarkably strong and resilient, coupled with a ferocious need to please. Tech and I would never dare jeopardize our bond with you by willfully manipulating your mind and body to our own selfish ends. So if I have done something to hurt you, cyaré, I apologize.”

He lifts his hand from your chest, bringing his lips to the back of your hand, kissing it softly. Tech follows suit, plucking your other hand from your waist to leave a warm, tender kiss upon it before he presses it to his face. You turn to look at him and you see that sweet, boyish grin that you've never been able to resist. The pent-up frustration simmering just under the surface dissipates when you remind yourself that these are your men, they love you, and this is just a game. Leaning your head back against Crosshair's shoulder, you reach up and run your fingers up his neck and into his hair, hearing him sigh contentedly in your ear.

“Do you want to continue, love? There will be no more discipline tonight,” Tech asks quietly. “You have been extraordinarily patient with us, and now everything to come is for you. For all of us, really.” Your hesitance to respond spreads tendrils of uneasiness through his chest, and he quickly adds, “O-only if you desire it, of course.”

“Is that a promise?”

“No more games,” Crosshair says, sliding his hands down your sides and over the curves of your hips. He cups your cheeks and spreads them, feeling his cock stir upon seeing your hole stretched tightly around the plug. “You should be more than adequately prepared down there for us, now. Push out when I tell you, baby. It'll make it easier to take this out.”

He takes the base of the plug and starts pulling it, a soft moan rising from you as the sense of fullness lessens. Crosshair's free hand closes down on your shoulder as the thickest part of the plug starts to emerge, pausing when you let out a soft grunt of discomfort. “Bear down, cyaré...it's almost out. That's my good girl...just a little more,” he says softly, watching as your hole flares out, the plug appearing with a crude sticky sound. He reaches over and deposits the plug and the remote on the nightstand, taking the bottle of lube to drizzle some into his hand. “Now comes the fun part. You're going to feel my fingers inside you, but before I do this, this is your last chance to tell us if you still want to finish.”

“We're not done tonight until we've all come enough to almost pass out,” you reply. “No more edging, no more teasing, no more bullshit. Let's just fuck until we can't see straight.”

Tech's eyebrows raise at your candor, looking over at Crosshair as he nods agreeably. “I still have not had the pleasure of being in your pussy tonight, my love, so let me rectify that. Switch spots with me, Crosshair, for what you and I envisioned is going to require some creative maneuvering to achieve.” Tech takes your chin in his hand and looks at you, his eyes filled with adoration. “...and I very much want to see your beautiful face while we do this.” He leans in and brushes his lips over yours; they automatically part as your tongue reunites with his when he enters your mouth for a deep, ardent kiss.

Crosshair gets up and comes around to the foot of your bed, Tech taking his place and fluffing up the pillows before sinking into them. He waits patiently with arms outstretched, wanting you to climb atop and fall into his loving embrace. Delicately, you straddle his lap and nestle him between your folds. He pulls you down against his chest, your hands coming to his shoulders as he touches his forehead to yours, slowly lifting his hips. You drag yourself along his cock, coating him with your slickness as you meet him halfway. His hot, swollen tip connects with your entrance and his hands find their way to your hips, sinking himself into an inferno.

“Oh, mésh'la,” Tech moans lustily as your pussy greets him with an amorous kiss of its own, vise-like walls instantly constricting around him. “Ride me... You feel so good, cyaré...”

His hands roam their way up your back, fingers curling over your shoulders as he draws you to him once more until you're nose-to-nose. You slip your hands behind his back, mirroring him by closing your hands around his broad, muscular shoulders. Tech wastes no time, his mouth capturing yours for impassioned kisses as he starts thrusting. Eager hands return to your waist, holding you steady while you bounce on his cock a little faster. Flames lick your cleft each time his thick, engorged tip massages your sweet spot, the pulsing in your clit driving you mad.

Pulling one of your arms away from him, you wedge your hand down between your legs to finally give yourself much-needed relief. The tight fit between your body and Tech's works to your advantage, letting your fingertips provide greater friction as they press down and dance over the little node of overtaxed nerves. Tech lets out a breathy groan when your walls contract around him, fighting your grip as he withdraws from you, marveling at the way you're so adept at controlling your body while knowing precisely how to pleasure him. Your clit blazes with heat as you rub it faster to stay with the tempo of his driving hips, the low growling emanating from him the tell that he's already chasing his orgasm.

Crosshair watches you work your magic, and smears some of the residual lube on his fingers over his cock, stroking lazily and not having to wait long before his erection returns. He can see your hole opening slightly each time Tech spikes his cock all the way in, using the opportunity to park himself behind you, parting your cheeks just a little. You let out a surprised gasp and Crosshair pats your ass. “It's all right. Now you're going to feel my fingers, so relax and open up for me.” Burying your head against Tech's neck, a prolonged sigh draws from you as Crosshair easily slips in his index finger, penetrating you a few times before adding his middle. You hear him groan when he sees how stretched your hole is around him while he pumps his fingers in and out.

“Fuck, baby, you're so loose for me,” Crosshair whispers in fascination, scarcely believing that the moaning flooding out of you is because you're enjoying it. “How does that feel? Is this all right?”

“ 's better than all right,” you pant doggedly, almost letting out a scream as Crosshair's fingertips push downward and apply pressure. “So fucking tight and full...faster, Cross, don't stop,” you plead.

He doesn't hesitate, ramping up his pace until he's incessantly drilling into you. Your euphoric cries blend with Tech's deep-chested moans as your pussy throttles his cock in a death grip, thanks to Crosshair's intruding fingers narrowing your channel. You plant a hand on Tech's chest, pushing yourself up for a precarious balancing act as your hand mindlessly strays between your legs, clit slippery with the web of your juices. Tech's hold on your svelte hips tightens as he watches you work it for him, fingers swiping across the swollen nub at a frantic momentum. Head back with eyes shut, you're driving yourself higher up the cliff, needing both your men to catapult you off the edge and headlong into rapture.

“C-Cross...fuck me... I n-n-oh, gods-need your cock... Need that big cock,” you whimper.

You needn't ask twice, for a toothy grin spreads across his lean face as he pushes his fingers in up to the knuckles, his fingers stroking the wall of muscle separating him from Tech. A low growl builds in his throat as he feels your pussy suddenly contract along with Tech's cock jerking forcibly. “Ósik, baby...you've got it. I'm all yours,” he rasps, easing his fingers out and moaning softly as the cavernous gape of your hole awaits him. Crosshair scrambles for the bottle of lube, hands trembling in anticipation as he pours out a good amount into his palm, then drips more onto you.

He rubs his fingertips around your hole, massaging in the lube as he reaches down to apply the rest to his cock, aching to live out his fantasy. Tech spreads his legs apart a little farther and brings up his knees to allow Crosshair ample space. Lining up with your glistening puckered flesh, he presses his tip against you and languidly sinks into the depths of your ass with no resistance. He rests a hand on Tech's knee while his other grabs one of your cheeks, holding it to the side as he starts to fuck you. An unbridled scream of pleasure claws its way out of you at the sensation of two thick cocks, redefining the definition of fullness as they draw the line between just enough and too much. A stream of half-whispered, half-moaned curses from Tech and a rousing groan from Crosshair make you clench down around them both and rub your clit with even more fervor.

“So this is what...this feels like,” Tech grunts with exertion as he feels Crosshair through your narrow barrier. “Move together with me, vod, like we are rocking cyar'íka to sleep.”

The cadence of his thrusting slows as he waits for Crosshair to match his movements, and it isn't long until the two of them synchronize, purposely dragging their cocks to and fro with agonizing sluggishness. The volcanic heat bubbling within you rises ever higher, a cataclysmic eruption on the horizon. You hold still as Tech and Crosshair fuck you at a solid clip, and you realize it does feel like you're being rocked, although not to sleep. Rocked into the next fucking galaxy, you think. Unfettered moaning from both men fills the room, growing louder as they feel you constrict your floor around them.

“That's the way, kitten...we're all yours,” Crosshair whispers hotly, taking his hand off Tech's knee to bring his arm around you, cupping your breast and taking your nipple between his fingers. “Take what you need from us...we'll give you anything, cuun cyaré,” he moans as he feels Tech's cock starting to swell, with his responding in kind after another contraction around them both.

“Fuck...me...harder...” you hoarsely groan, each word jouncing out of you. “Fill the well and...m-make me come.”

“Mésh'la...naú'ul be kár'ta, whatever you desire,” Tech replies, his eyes closing and mouth going slack as instinct takes hold, the rutting of his hips becoming manic.

Crosshair's hips carom off your ass as he adapts to Tech's pace, pinching and tugging on your nipple the faster he ruts. He leans in and seeks out your neck, lips showering you with heated kisses before his tongue emerges to lick away your sweat. You let out a strangled cry when his mouth latches onto you, sucking on the thin, sensitive skin to gift you with his mark of ownership. Abruptly, he reaches between your legs and pushes your hand out of the way, wanting to be the one to lead you to bliss.

“Let it all go, baby...we've got you,” Crosshair reassures, his fingers waltzing over your clit. “You're so fucking hard for me, my sweet, precious girl. I know you're close. Don't hold anything back.”

The knot of arousal pulls tighter, threatening to unravel as the searing heat and electric pulsing concentrates in your center, unable to control your walls from clinching around both men. Crosshair holds you against his dripping wet chest, parking his head in the hollow of your neck. He nimbly adjusts his fingers so that he's stroking your clit between his thumb and the index, his moans vibrating against your neck as the tiny organ throbs between them. Crosshair's cock twitches and swells, the rough thrusting giving way to unstable shallow bucking, on the precipice of his own climax. Tech's eyes snap open at the encroaching tightness, greeted by the look of exhilaration on your face as you're ready to tumble off the mountaintop.

“Cross, make me come, baby...make me come,” you utter with a squeak, trying to catch your breath. “Fill me up...don't stop...n-need you both... Ni kar'tayl gar darásuum...”

Crosshair's fingers jerk over your clit a few more times and now there's no holding back the screaming as your orgasm breaks, nor the tears of pleasure streaming down your face as the floodgates open. Your walls spasm violently around both men, a sharp gasp and throaty moaning coming from Tech as you grind your hips and bear down in an attempt to expel him. His cock slips out of you along with a gush of your juices that drenches his groin and thighs, a shuddering groan coming from Crosshair as he feels the spatter on his legs.

His protective hold on you strengthens as you wriggle in his arms, trying to free yourself from his determined fingers that are still stroking your clit, pushing you dangerously into overstimulation. Your breath comes in great heaving sobs as he surges back into you, no longer penned in with Tech on the other side. He lets go of you and pulls himself away from your neck, running his hands down your body until they connect with your ass cheeks. Gripping them hard, he cants his hips up into you, cock stiffening with each successive thrust.

Crosshair pumps himself into you with a few short strokes before burying all the way in, stretching you to the absolute limit. His cock pulses in waves, with a guttural snarl breaking out of him as he comes, painting your depths with ropes of his hot seed. You hear him huffing laboriously when he lets go of your ass to drape himself around you, his arms encircling you in a crushing embrace. Rising slowly, he holds you by the shoulders, pulling out of you and pausing as the head of his cock is about to pop out, fixated on how perfect your hole looks spread around him. As a parting gift, he pushes back into you for a few more lazy thrusts, supremely amused by the suggestive wet noises following each one.

“Un-fucking-real...like something from one of those holoporn flicks,” he says, laughing in disbelief as he pulls out of you. “I knew you could do it...you're tougher than rancor hide, you know that?” He leaves tiny kisses along the back of your damp neck, then takes you by the chin to turn your face to his, lips connecting with yours for a warmhearted expression of his devotion. “Thank you, cyaré, for letting me,” he whispers.

Crosshair retreats to the foot of the bed and Tech groans as he bring his legs back down, stiff from having held them apart for so long. You climb off him and flop onto your back, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. Tech watches you reach between your legs, reflexively spreading your outer lips and letting your fingers glide over your clit to glaze them with your slick. He quietly clears his throat and you look up, seeing those amber eyes bright and half-hooded by arousal. “You are not done yet, cyar'íka.Crosshair told you earlier he and I both wanted to pleasure you anally, and now it is my turn. Do you still feel physically capable of doing so?”

“Didn't you hear what Cross just said? I'm a porn star now, so yes, I've got another round left in me,” you reply mischievously, rising and turning around to lightly shake your ass at him.

Crosshair reaches over and swats your ass playfully. “I said no such thing, kitten, and you know it. I want to see you on all fours like a good girl for Tech by the time I get out of that 'fresher, all right?” You watch him as he walks toward the refresher, somehow in his nakedness looking even more graceful and fluid. He stops in the doorway and looks over at you and Tech. “Don't start without me, vod.”

You hear the running of water as Crosshair cleans himself up, and Tech gets to his knees to encompass your cheeks in his large hands. He spreads you apart, a frothy trickle of Crosshair's spend appearing as your hole loosens and flares out. His thumb swipes and collects the mess before it can reach your folds, daubing it back onto you before he pushes his thumb inside. Tech laughs and watches with rapt interest while you rock yourself back and forth, wantonly moaning.

“As interesting as this is to watch you sate your desire on my fingers, I would much rather sink my cock into you and fuck you senseless,” Tech remarks, reaching down between his legs to touch himself, his cock still damp from you squirting on him. His fingers graze the weeping tip, fresh with a new droplet of pre-cum. “I want to hear you scream my name when I release,” he continues, his silky voice husky with passion.

You lean forward and Tech pulls his thumb out, watching as you take your cheeks in your hands, spreading them wide to put yourself on display for him. “Then come fuck my ass, Tech... Wanna feel you stretch me out... Ruin me...”

“Mésh'la...” Tech returns almost inaudibly, stunned by your brazen vulgarity. “Sa gar vercópa, ner cyare.”

“You heard the lady, Tech!” Crosshair teases as he steps out of the refresher, coming back around to sit at the foot of the bed. He runs his hand through your hair and leans down to kiss you. “Now you've asked for it, kitten. Better hold onto something!”

Tech picks up the bottle of lube and pours some into his hand, dipping two fingers into it before spreading it over your hole. You hear the wet, viscous sound of him applying the rest of the lube to his cock, and you find yourself unable to fight off the anticipatory frisson racing up your spine. Tech chuckles and presses the head of his cock against you, putting a hand on your ass to stop you from backing up into him. “Patience, love. I want to give you a choice in the way I take you. Would you prefer this from behind, or would you like to give Crosshair the pleasure of seeing you from the front while I fuck you?”

“Mmm, why not both? You got to see him take me from the back, so I want to extend the courtesy,” you reply, your voice turning low and sultry.

“Who am I to deny you? Take a deep breath, cyaré, and remember what I want from you,” he replies, pushing himself through the ring of muscle and moaning at the velvety heat enveloping him.

A sibilant hiss comes from you as his thick length stretches you out with a pleasurable slow burn. Tech sinks farther into you, letting go of his cock in favor of taking your other ass cheek, almost overwhelmed by how different it feels to be tucked inside you this way. “I should not have waited so long to do this,” he groans, closing his eyes as he concentrates on the way you're rhythmically squeezing around him until he's fully seated inside you. “Ó-ósik, cyar'íka,” he gasps as your walls ripple around him, his cock responding with a few jerks of its own. “I... Fuck... Extraordinary,” he marvels breathlessly to himself.

“Just wait until you get going,” Crosshair says, watching Tech's hands take you by the waist, gently rocking himself into you. “It's like nothing you've ever felt, ner vod, I promise you. I wish you could see herfrom this angle, taking you like it's nothing.”

You settle your upper half onto the bed, resting your head on your hands while heat creeps into your face at Crosshair's rare words of high praise. Glancing up, you catch him looking down upon you with pure veneration in his dark eyes and a half-smile softening his angular features. He reaches out and pets you tenderly, brushing your hair out of your face before stroking your cheek with his fingertip. You moan softly through parted lips as Tech finds a suitable rhythm, pulling you back against him a little harder. He sucks in air loudly through his teeth as you constrict around his swollen cock each time he retreats, deliberately provoking him to hurry up.

“Keep doing that, love, and this will be over faster than both of us desire,” Tech warns you, the strain from trying to stay focused evident in his voice.

“Which will be no fun for me,” Crosshair adds, leaning back on one hand as he reaches down between his legs to start stroking himself once more. “Seeing that beautiful little pussy of yours with Tech buried in your ass is a 2 for 1 show I'm not about to miss.”

Shifting yourself up onto your elbows, you bunch the blanket up tightly in clenched fists. One of Tech's hands closes around your hip as he reaches out and lets his fingertips dance their way down your spine. He takes you by the hair, your eyes shooting open in surprise as he pulls your head back, effectively locking you in place. Promptly, he buries himself to the maximum and gives pause as his hips press firmly against your ass. Chuckling smugly with satisfaction, Tech admires how effortlessly you've taken him without fussing.

He doesn't make you wait long before he begins again, this time using short, teasing strokes. His fingers wind tighter into your hair as your shallow gasps transform into fervid moans, providing him the impetus to lengthen each movement, plunging deep with every thrust. Tech inhales sharply as you curve your spine and tilt your ass up, hearing you whimper when the head of his cock glides past your G-spot, inadvertently stimulating it. He lets go of your hair and pushes on your shoulder, easing you back down before he shifts and leans over, caging you between his arms.

“What was that, mésh'la? Would you like me to keep doing that?” he inquires with a husky whisper.

“ 's the...oh fuck, Tech,” you mumble as he drags his cock nearly all the way out. “...spot...'s the spot, don't stop...need it...need you, just fuck me.”

Tech drives back in fluidly, finding your cries of elation particularly endearing when he grinds his hips against you. He's secretly thrilled, now knowing that he no longer has to be buried in your pussy in order to reach your most sacred of places. His hands come to rest atop yours, persuading you to let go of the blanket. Fingers push between yours and lovingly interweave with them as he takes advantage of this new angle, inching out of you unhurriedly before slipping back in. But tenderness loses all meaning when Tech bucks into you with newfound vigor, each pass of his cock drawing out feral outcries of deepest pleasure from you.

He lets go of one of your hands and without breaking rhythm, reaches between your legs. Two fingers swipe through your folds and pull fresh wetness up over your throbbing clit. Tech orbits the pad of his index finger around you, moaning softly when your hand comes down to join his, briefly helping him caress you. Sliding two of your fingers into your pussy, you push upwards and wait for a moment, eager to feel his cock glide past. Your fingertips flitter soundly over your anterior wall, catching his tip on the retreat. A deep moan rumbles out of him and he thrusts into you, going still as he struggles to exercise restraint. Tech lets go of your other hand and slings his arm around you to pull you to his chest.

“We're almost done, love; just hold on a little longer for me. I know you have it in you, ner mésh'la bal kotyç ayósa.”

He encircles your waist with his other arm and begins to rise, taking the greatest of care to ensure he stays merged with you. Closing your eyes, you clasp your hands between your breasts while Tech straightens, his breath hot against your cheek. He presses his lips to your temple as the two of you fall back into the pillows with a soft thump. Hands slide under your back and guide you upright, waiting for you to bring your arms down on either side of him. Your eyes flutter open when Tech reaches underneath and cups your ass cheeks, giving them a reaffirming squeeze.

“Bring your feet up onto my thighs,” he directs you. “I know what you're thinking, and you aren't going to hurt me. Crosshair, help her into position, please.”

“Tuck your knees up, baby. Come on, I've got you,” Crosshair assures as his hands close around your calves, hoisting you up onto Tech and chuckling as he watches you slightly wobble. “Tech won't let you fall, and neither will I.” He leans down between your legs, slipping his tongue between your folds and helping himself to a taste before taking your clit between his lips. He tenderly suckles on you for a moment, then pulls away to leave a soft kiss upon it. As he rises, his eyes narrow and a predatory smile appears, his tongue snaking out to lick at one of his canines. “Give him everything you've got, sweetheart. I want to see both of you come together.”

Crosshair moves off to your side and Tech lets you take over for the moment to find a comfortable rhythm, holding onto your ass tighter as you unsteadily rise and fall upon him. You being on top lets Tech sink in like never before, each stroke magnifying the pleasure tenfold. It doesn't take long until you become confident in your ability and are bouncing snappily on his cock with ease. You let out a loud whine as Crosshair reaches back down between your legs to brush the flat of his thumb over your clit. He applies a little pressure and rubs you intently, reigniting exquisite heat and tingling inside and out. You look up at him, meeting eyes gleaming with persistent hunger just before he leans down to latch onto one of your pert nipples.

Crosshair takes his thumb away from your clit and trails the tip of his middle finger through your folds. He sinks it in and sweeps along your anterior wall, moaning against your breast with each minuscule contraction tightening you around him. Instinctively, you ramp up your speed and summon every ounce of your stamina, ignoring the burning of your muscles as you ride Tech for all you're worth. His heavy moaning gives way to your name falling from his lips like an invocation, spurring you on as you feel the next release rapidly approaching.

“Ósik... Let me, baby... I can't – Fuck, so perfect...” he groans, renewing his grip on your ass cheeks as he retakes command, aggressively spiking into you.

Crosshair releases your nipple with a wet pop, giving it a cheeky little nip as he pulls his finger out of your pussy and sticks it in his mouth to suck it clean. He laughs when you whimper and takes his leave from your side, repositioning himself in front of you on his knees. His cock hangs thick and heavy, pre-cum drooling from the head, silently demanding the unchecked arousal be satiated. A brief glimpse between your legs tells him that time is of the essence as your slick leaks freely from you and drips onto Tech's quickly firming balls. “Eyes on me, love...there isn't much time.”

Your eyes lock on his and he draws a hand down his body, leering at you when it passes over the fine trail of silvery hair on his lower abdomen. With a wink of his tattooed eye, he picks up where he left off, brusquely stroking his cock and reaching between your legs to palm your mound. Tech jerks up his hips roughly, shifting his hands from your ass over to your aching hamstrings. The newfound support is energizing, helping you spear yourself on his cock with renewed strength. Tech's breathing grows shallow and ragged, groaning hoarsely as he feels himself starting to unravel.

Crosshair's thumb skims over your clit, stroking himself harder as he drinks in the sight of you bathed in sweat, seeing nothing but unadulterated love in your eyes. “I know you're tired, cyaré, but I know you have more left in you. Be a good girl and come on Tech's cock, sweetheart. You're both so close.”

Tech falters as he reaches the cusp of his orgasm, thrusting growing progressively erratic while fighting the innate urge to restrain you and unload every last drop of his seed. His fingertips dig painfully into your legs, thighs quivering under your feet, all his self-control nearly exhausted. Cautiously, you slow down, realizing he's holding on until the last possible second, wanting you to finish before he does. Crosshair pushes down on your clit and rubs firmly, a half-choked curse emanating from Tech when your pussy tenses around him.

“Cross, please...just like that,” you whisper heatedly, seconds away from ascending back into nirvana.

“I know what you need, mésh'la. Come for me, baby...”

Crosshair's words of encouragement and a few deft flicks of his thumb tip the scales. Your head snaps back, crying out his name as you're pushed over the edge, new heat and electricity sizzling in your core. Tech can't stop from loudly moaning, feeling himself being suffocated by each powerful contraction. He lets go of your legs and roughly grabs your waist, pulling you down and ramming all the way in. Stars flare behind your eyes, his name rushing out of you in a cry of shock. It morphs into a scream when you feel his cock tauten and pulsate, spurting hot jets of cum into your recesses.

Tech runs blindly on outright instinct as he rides out his orgasm, scarcely giving you time to breathe before his hands return to support your legs. Without hesitation he returns to fucking you, each thrust wringing a soft moan from you as milky rivulets of his seed flow out of you and down his cock, dripping onto his inner thighs. Crosshair calls your name and you look up to see him pumping himself through a closed fist. The muscles of his abdomen tense with every breath he takes, and you watch his open hand come to his balls and gently tug on them. He bites his lower lip and with a brutish grunt, releases what he has left all over your chest and stomach.

Tech slows his movements when he hears you cursing and moaning Crosshair's name, and makes one last push into you before his endurance is finally sapped. He slides his hands down your calves, taking you by the ankles and setting your feet back down on the bed. Still trying to catch his breath, he pats your thigh a few times and waits for you to dismount. You lift yourself at a snail's pace, feeling nothing but warmth as his softening cock slips from your body. Your legs are useless blobs of jelly, giving out when you attempt to shift forward and instead fall into Crosshair's waiting arms. He ignores the sticky mess he left all over you and crushes you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, hearing a muffled hiccuping sigh rising from you.

“Shhhh, it's over now, baby. It's all over. You're all right,” he murmurs, stroking your back. “You were absolutely perfect, cyar'íka. I can't begin to tell you how hot that was.” You chuckle weakly, unable to form a cohesive thought. “I'm serious. I think this is a first, but you managed to completely wear out Tech. Just look.”

You turn back to see Tech with his face buried in his hands, at long last experiencing the aftermath of his orgasm. He lies motionless, body glistening with sweat. You can't help but crack a smile at the thought of you being the one to make him, the almighty Tech, succumb to such a hedonistic act. You break free of Crosshair's embrace and sit at Tech's feet, running your fingers over one of his shins. He barely registers the touch, making only small sounds of contentment while you pet him.

“Tech? Cyaré? You still in there?” you inquire with a hint of mirth.

Tech uncovers his face and slips one hand behind his head, resting the other on his stomach. His eyes are bright and glassy as he looks at you with a lopsided grin. “I am...currently incapacitated, my love. Crosshair's observation is correct. You have worn me out. I must ask...are you all right?”

“It's going to be rough tomorrow morning, but yes, I'm all right,” you snicker, hearing Crosshair suppress a laugh behind you. “You boys want a shower before we crash?” You scoot to the edge of your bed and swing your feet to the floor. Crosshair gets up and comes around, taking his hand as he helps you get up. “Well, when you recover, you're free to join us.”

Tech eventually makes his way into the bathroom, steam pouring back out into your bedroom when he opens the door. The glass of your spacious walk-in shower is opaque with fog, and the only thing he can make out are two shadows moving within. The sound of you giggling and squealing with laughter greet him as he steps in to find Crosshair's mouth at your neck and both his hands groping your breasts. He watches quietly for a few moments, then clears his throat. Crosshair's head whips around and his eyes narrow, a smug look on his face.

“About time you got here, vod. She was just telling me that she needs both of us to bathe her.”

“Is that so? Then let us waste no time.”

*****

You return to the bedroom to find that before Tech came to shower, he took it upon himself to change the bedding. Crosshair pulls back the quilt, letting you crawl into bed first to nestle in the center. He slides in next to you while Tech shuts off the lights and then joins you on the opposite side. Weary heads come to rest on your shoulders, Crosshair's hand resting over your heart with Tech's arm slung across your stomach possessively. You turn to each of them and kiss their foreheads, one last act of unconditional love and affection before sleep claims all three of you. This will be a night you won't ever forget, for your men showed you their light, darkness, and everything in between.

*****

This is what was playing when the idea for the title of this story came to me. Such an uplifting song.

Peter Murphy - “Dragnet Drag” [Love Hysteria, 1988]

Look at them now

Look at them do

Look they found the dove

Their vastness too

Whirlpools whirl

And dragnets drag

Love me do, oh love me do

Love me, find the dove

This vastness sings a pretty song

This vastness must be love

Give me three, the gift of one

Whose science can't describe

Whose eyes are peeled like atom bombs

Their spirit is the prize

The sufi three winged flight they soar

All sacrals join all hearts

A cavern gasps, a dragon screams

The djinn men smash the ark

Four guides float, four dots of God

Realistic haqq is theirs

Mystic men whose eyes are sore

From trials of bigger lairs

Look at them now

Look at them do

Look they found the dove

Their triad song too

A grey surprise

Swirls below

They could be happy too

The Ides of March

Whirlpools whirl

And dragnets drag

Whirlpools whirl

And dragnets drag

Whirlpools whirl

Dragnets drag

Hell is not the fire

Hell is your belief

In yourself as the higher

Four guides afloat

Four dots of God

Look they found the dove

Their triad song too

Whirlpools whirl

Dragnets drag

Hell is not the fire

Hell is your belief

In yourself as the higher

I also compiled a short list of songs I listened to quite a bit while writing the 79's scene, which took a ridiculous amount of time, believe it or not. Follow the link for songs that'll tickle your central nervous system.

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rocketman: part i - it's just my job five days a week

Summary: in which lieutenant commander bradshaw is on a three month special detachment in the pacific and the holidays have never felt lonelier for either of you. it's just three months, it'll be fine, right?

OR you and bradley write each other 159 emails

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader 11.8k

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, suggestive dialogue, bradley needs to remember this is a government email server...(okay yes, i am perfectly aware that our esteemed lieutenant commander would probably get kicked out of the navy for some of these emails…that being said, i also don’t particularly care! we’re playing fast and loose with the time stamps too because i may be smart, but math has never been a strong suit of mine!) enjoy the companion playlist! rest of the series can be found here!

12/17 @ 6:19am

I miss you already and I haven’t even left the parking lot. I’m still in my car typing this after having stayed for probably far too long watching your C-40 take off (like people were staring at me I was there so long)(and, yes, I looked up the name of the plane). Pete asked me if I wanted to get breakfast with him, but I said no. Felt too lost. Plus, I need to get ready for work. We’re going to get dinner on Wednesday before I head up to Berkeley Thursday morning, though!

Hope you have a safe transport and settle onboard quickly. I left you something in your duffle bag (yes, it’s safe to open around other people…head out of the gutter, Bradshaw).

Love you and stay safe, x

12/18 @ 5:46pm 

Just dropped off the gifts at the Junior League for Caroline’s adopt a child thing. She was completely in her element (they gave her a clipboard and a bullhorn!), though she did say we went wayyy too over the top. But little Carter asked for all that stuff! We couldn’t just not get it all for him? She also appreciated your wrapping skills, very impressed with the bows and tight corners. I met a couple of her friends there, which was nice and they invited me to stay for drinks (the prosecco was flowing…), but I wanted to head home. 

I miss you so much already, it feels weird not going over to your place after work and making dinner and prepping lunch together - and it’s only been two days. I know you’re on a comms blackout for the next couple days, so I’m just gonna keep sending these so you’ll have a bunch to read all at once.

All my love, x

12/19 @ 11:48am

My brother and Lauren decided to come out here for Christmas after all! My dad was so excited when he called me, but I think Mary’s a little less enthused. Feels like shit knowing we were the backup option for them. Apparently, Lauren’s mom is sick and the whole house is in disarray (not hard in that family…) so my dad is paying for them to fly in from New York tomorrow. I think it’ll be nice, we’ll almost have a full set (baring you, of course, my darling rocketman), so the house won’t be as lonely. Do you think we’ll get to talk on Christmas or Christmas Eve? You should be getting a package soon (‘twas preemptively sent!) and are under strict orders not to open it until Christmas Eve, buddy!

Going to dinner with Pete tonight, I’ll let you know how it goes. Amelia’s coming with us, but I don’t know about Penny? I hope they like the gifts we got them. I’m going to stop by your place, do a once over, and make sure the tree is ready for Pete to take, etc. before I leave on Thursday.

Love you and talk soon! x

12/20 @ 7:03am

House looked good! In my seat on the plane. If my morals were shakier, I would 1000% have taken Max up on his offer to fly me up to Berkeley. But alas! Climate change is real and private jets account for 20x as many carbon emissions as commercial planes, so I am up at the ass-crack of dawn for this 7:15am flight. I’ll message you when I land, love you!

12/20 @ 9:04am

Just landed - easy flight. Now to find my dad in arrivals…

Love you, talk when you get the chance! x

12/23 @ 4:45am

Hey sweetheart! Back online and all settled in. I’m bunking with Payback and we actually have a pretty decent layout. He graciously offered to give me the bottom bunk, due to my ‘geriatric status.’ Honestly, I’m just glad I don’t have to sleep in the bunk room with the ensigns and rest of the crew. I forgot how noisy it is being on an aircraft carrier, which makes Payback’s snoring surprisingly pleasant. I’m glad he and Bob are with me. The rest of this squadron’s from Lemoore and Bob knows some of them. It’s interesting seeing him and Payback fly together, but they mesh really well.

Glad Mav is there to keep an eye on you. 

Okay, I had way too much fun picking out all those presents, so I really hope Carter loves them too. And please tell me you have a picture of Caroline yelling into the bullhorn? I can truly think of nothing scarier than Caroline Calloway ordering the young women of San Diego county around like Santa’s chief elf. And speaking of gifts, I loved my pictures. The one from the Christmas party is my favorite, did Fanboy take it? I saw him running around with his Pentax. When the hell did you have time to print it? I’ve got it hanging up in my bunk so I can see it every night. 

I still don’t understand why you don’t fly into Oakland instead of SFO? Like I get it, you’re not a Spirit or SW girl, but kid….it’s an hour and forty minute flight? Live a little. And I think it’ll be nice having your brother and Lauren around for Christmas. How many people do you think it’ll be? I always loved seeing Christmas Eves with large families in movies and stuff, all the chaos and whatnot? But it’s just gonna be you five Christmas Day? I’ve heard rumblings that I might be first in line for a Facetime on Christmas Eve, so save some time for me too, kid. I’ll let you know for sure in a couple days. 

Okay, think we’re all caught up now. Talk soon and love you so much,

Your Bradley

12/23 @ 9:08am

Bubs! I read your email four times since I woke up, I can’t stop smiling. I’m glad you’re all settled in - Reuben’s snoring and ageism aside haha. How’s the food? Do you want earplugs? A sleep mask? Are earplugs allowed for sleeping? What if you need to get up right away and you can’t hear? I could send you a white noise machine? Or is there a fear of hacking with that? I should’ve done more research on this before you left. Tell me if you need anything, I’ll send it out express! Oh, I’m just so happy to hear from you. Keep me posted!

Lots of love, x

12/23 @ 8:53pm

You and me, hot date tomorrow night at 11:45pst - don’t be late. (And look cute.)

Your Bradley

12/23 @ 8:55pm

I’ll be there 😉 Love you, x

12/25 @ 9:56am

Bradley Bradshaw you absolute sneak! How on Earth did you pull a Christmas miracle off!?! Mary said she had no clue, so I’m extremely impressed you got my dad to keep that secret!? I was totally not expecting another present from you? The cooking lessons and apron were more than enough - to say nothing about moving in together!?! I love the bracelet so much, you have no idea. I started crying when I opened it! Mary took a video, which I’m sure she’ll send you. God, Bradley? You didn’t have to do that! It’s perfect, it’s like we’re locked together. I’m gonna wear it everyday. Please email me later if you get the chance! 

(Also, Lauren looked really jealous 😉 my brother was sweating)

Love you and Merry Christmas Rocketman! x

12/25 @ 11:38am

Ummm, not sure what you’re talking about, kid? That sounds like something Santa would do? Probably heard about how good you’ve been this year? x

12/25 @ 11:40am

Thank you, I love it so much and wish I could give you the biggest hug and kiss right now. I’ll have an extra slice of babka for you tonight, talk soon and Merry Christmas, Bradley! Love you x

12/27 @ 4:49am

I miss sleeping next to you. Whenever I can’t sleep, I think about the way you looked at me in the living room after our Christmas party. You looked so happy and I hate that I have to leave you for all our firsts. First Christmas, first New Year’s, first Valentine’s Day. And god, sweetheart, you’re so fucking gorgeous it makes me want to lose my mind sometimes. Always thinking about you, Bradley 

12/27 @ 8:38am

I miss sleeping next to you, too (especially since your body is like a furnace and you hold me close when I get cold). And I know you being away during the holidays is hard, but look at it this way - we’ll just have our firsts next year. Next year will be our first Christmas, first New Year’s, first Valentine’s Day together, not an ocean apart. We have all the time in the world, rocketman. Love you today and every day x

12/29 @ 6:02pm

There’s already so many things I’m dying to tell you and stories about the squadron we’re teaming up with, but the Navy will have my ass if I give away too many details so I’m just going to leave it at this: are we sure Max doesn’t have a twin on another continent? Take that as you will. What’re your plans for New Year’s? Your Bradley

12/30 @ 9:20am

Sorry for the delayed response! A minor issue with my brother and my dad that I won’t bore you with had the whole house in a tizzy. Thankfully, he and Lauren are gone even though my dad still won’t tell me what the issue was? Anyway! God, I wish I could hear more about Max’s twin? I am honestly kind of scared about knowing there’s a Max doppelgänger in the Navy (jokes!). For New Year’s, I’m going to this party with Mary and dad in the city, it’s at this fancy venue and I have a cute black dress! It’s very different for me and I wish you were here to see it! I’ll have to wear it again. Message me when it’s the New Year your time! Love you! x

01/01 @ 12:09am

Happy New Year, sweetheart! They had a little party for the officers - we even got cake and Bob snuck me and Payback seconds somehow. It’s always the quiet ones you gotta look out for. You absolutely need to send me pictures of you in that dress, I can’t wait to see it on you in person someday. Hope you have a great time with your dad and Mary, give them my best. Love you and again Happy New Year! 

Your Bradley

01/01 @ 12:01am

Happy New Year, Bradley!!! You got cake!! You broke some rules! I approve! Milk them for all the cake they’re worth! I’ll send some pics of the three of us and one just for you big boy 😉 Talk soon and love you so so much! x

01/01 @ 10:59am

Had a late start! Here are the pics from last night! Try and sneak some more cake xx

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01/02 @ 6:12am

You know you labeled the pictures wrong…luckily no one was behind me…

01/02 @ 9:04am

Who? Me? I would NEVER! (Just trying to keep you on your toes.) Hope the flying is going well and you’re staying safe, B! Love you!

01/03 @ 8:00pm

Yeah, it’s going well. It’s so different flying on the open ocean after so long? Last time was in September when I went to Hong Kong. The desert is cool, don’t get me wrong, but seeing the clouds and the water together is unreal. The pink and purple clouds remind me of you (sorry, that was lame). You still gotta let me take you up, kid. I’ve heard Mav is trying to convince you, but you gotta let me be the one. Can’t trust just anyone with my girl. Love B

01/04 @ 10:13am

Bradley…he’s practically your father, I’m pretty sure you can trust him to take me up in a plane, you silly boy. Not that I’m saying you won’t be my first…but come on! And it’s not lame. I like that the pink and purple clouds remind you of me. Every time I see a plane I send a little call out for your safety. Gotta keep you safe, rocketman! Talk soon and love you! x

01/06 @ 4:45pm

My parents just dropped me off at the airport and no matter how many times I leave them, I always cry. I think the only time I didn’t cry when I left their house was when you were with me over Thanksgiving. You always make it better, bubs.

They’re coming down in a couple weeks to help me start packing, anything in the house you wouldn’t want them to see while dropping off boxes? I can still bring my old bed, etc for the guest room, right?

All my love, x

01/06 @ 9:58pm

I think I get that, having you around this time makes it different. I’ve never had anyone to really write to while I’ve been away before. Sure, I talked to my grandparents when they were still around and my aunts and uncles, Nat, Ice, and a couple others, but not like this. And I don’t ever want to not feel like this again. 

I’m an open book, kid. Ain’t got nothing to hide. And yeah, anything like that feel free to bring with you for the guest room or office. It was the bed, nightstands, and dresser and then your couch for the office, yeah? We can get new bedding and pillows for it if you want? I’m on comms blackout for a couple days, so message me whenever you want so I can read them all when we’re back online.

Your Bradley

01/06 @ 10:07pm

Perfect! Love you and stay safe, rocketman.

01/06 @ 10:09pm

Love you too, kid.

01/09 @ 6:11pm

Bradley, I don’t mean to alarm you, but there was a raccoon in your garage! Scratch that, a FAMILY of raccoons!??! I’m sure Mr Harrington was ready to call the cops when he heard my scream. They’re so cute, but also terrifying at the same time? So, I called Pete and he came right over, a true knight in shining armor! Amelia and I did a THOROUGH sweep of the house to make sure they were relegated to the garage. Pete got them out safe and sound with a random tennis racket and your 4 iron, but somebody’s coming tomorrow to check on how they got in there. And I know they aren’t hurting anyone, but I just don’t want there to be any issues later on? (The babies were actually so cute and reminded me of my cat growing up, Porter.) Anyway! Enough drama for tonight, I hope that gets a laugh out of you - talk soon!

Love you! x

01/10 @ 8:05am

Well, the exterminator got here around 7:30 and sprayed all this stuff and blocked the hole in the crawl space of the garage. He showed me pictures and let me tell you, there was quite the nest up there. These raccoons were living large over the holidays. 

01/12 @ 5:21pm

Okay! I’m in the parking lot, waiting for my first cooking class to start. Is it weird I’m a little nervous? I hope everyone else’s skill level is similar, I don’t like feeling behind. I brought my new apron, ironed it and everything. I feel a little like Ina Garten, isn’t she just divine? Okay, okay, I’m going in now! I’ll let you know how it goes! Thanks again for getting me these xx

01/12 @ 7:03pm

I feel so tired? Like my hand cramped a little bit? We started off the class with knife skills, which we’re going to do every week and then made this “simple” egg dish, which was NOT simple and I overcooked the egg. Ina would be so disappointed. Alas! Onto next week. Love you!

01/15 @ 9:12pm

Bradley you’re not going to BELIEVE what just happened on Succession. My heart is POUNDING? Do you think if I called and asked really nicely the Navy would get an HBO subscription for everyone? That is what I would like my tax dollars to go towards. Can you get me a direct line to someone in charge please? Love you!

01/16 @ 7:47am

Not to worry my little Barefoot Contessa, I have returned back to civilization (ie the internet), though am dismayed to have missed this mind blowing Succession episode? Has Perry Mason started back up again or will we be able to watch that together? 

Bob and I were in the gym earlier and he almost dropped a dumbbell on my foot, I swear my life flashed before my eyes. But I had a new PR on the bench press today, up to 285 pounds. Glad the cooking lesson went well though! What’s the class makeup like? x Bradley 

01/16 @ 9:04am

I’m glad you’re back online and safe! Perry Mason has not started yet, though I’m still certain you’re the only person under the age of 55 that watches it (I guess I should say we’re the only people under the age of 55 that watch it, but whatever). You’ve also missed a couple Top Chef episodes, but we can always binge this season later. 

There’s about 12 of us in the class and it’s pretty evenly split? Though there’s tragically this really annoying couple who were at the station next to me. I hope we get to change next week, I don’t think I can watch them feed each other food another week. 

And I’m still waiting for that direct line to the Navy, Bradshaw! Love you! x

01/1 6 @ 6:59pm

Wait, wait, how did I miss there? There was a WHAT in my garage? A raccoon? Multiple raccoons? We need to get a dog or a cat or something. x Bradley 

01/18 @ 7:02am

Bradley!! I know we talked about a trip once you got home (provided you still feel up for it with the transition and all), what if we went here? I was talking about our tentative plans with my dad and Mary before I went back to San Diego and they went to Punta Mita this past fall and LOVED it! What do you think? Love you!

01/18 @ 6:03pm

Holy shit! That looks absolutely amazing, yes I’d love to go! Can we afford that though? It looks expensive? xBradley

01/18 @ 6:05pm

YAY!! Ahh, I’m so excited you have no idea! I want to hug and kiss you so bad right now! We can fly for free since I have a bunch of AA points (thank you pwc) and then I have like a million Amex points, so it’s not full price!! 

01/18 @ 6:12pm

When you say ‘like a million’ do you actually mean a million or?

01/18 @ 6:14pm

Yes! I’ve had this card for like 15 years! My whole family does the pooling on it! It’s a drop in the bucket, promise! Plus, I always use my other card for work and that has a whole bunch of Bonvoy points on it, too. We could stay at one of those? I think there’s a St Regis next door?

01/18 @ 6:22pm

Sweetheart, I want to go, I just don’t want you to waste all those points on this. 

01/18 @ 6:26pm

What if we go for 6 nights instead of 9? Maybe no plunge pool? Or we could pay cash instead? And then I could get 6x the points from paying that way? So, really….the points just keep accumulating, we’ve got to use them sometime! The points can pay for the flights and the hotel and then we can split the room charges and incidentals 50:50?

Will you think about it? You don’t have to give me an answer right away and we can always pick another hotel? But if we want to go someplace in late March/early April, I think we should book soon with spring break and all? Not that I imagine many coeds will be staying at the Four Seasons, but you never know…

01/18 @ 6:33pm

You gotta send me a ppt on all this points stuff, you know math stresses me out. And no, I don’t think many coeds will be staying at the Four Seasons, kid. 

01/18 @ 6:37pm

Can I send you a dossier with everything!?! Even if you say no to that I’m doing it anyway ;) just promise me you’ll think about it, please? I’ll do whatever you want, Bradley <3

01/18 @ 6:40pm

Yes, please send the dossier my way henceforth, Moneypenny. 

And you’ll do whatever I want, huh? Might have to send you a dossier of my own now…

(But yes, I promise I’ll seriously consider everything. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to spend all this money to make me happy. I’d say we’d both be happy camping out on the beach, but I think that might be a security issue down there, plus neither of us like camping - anyway, you know what I mean.)

01/18 @ 6:43pm

Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw!! Is this a dossier for my eyes only? What will M say!? I’ll send you mine if you send me yours?

(But seriously, thank you! I’ll send you more specifics tomorrow - like pricing and whatnot - and you can take a couple days to think it over. And thank you for clarifying the camping thing, I was worried for a second there.)

I love you so much rocketman and we’ll talk (email) tomorrow 

x Moneypenny 

01/18 @ 6:46pm

I’d say ‘sleep tight,’ but that’s a given considering you haven’t been fucked in a couple weeks. 

(Perfect, I genuinely am really excited about it, just want to make sure it works out for us both.)

Love you so much, kid 

Your Bradley

01/18 @ 6:58pm

Bradley Bradshaw!! You did not just say that over a government email server! 

Imissyourcocksobadlyit’sdrivingmeinsane

01/18 @ 7:01pm

Couldn’t help it. Plus, we both know it’s true. 

01/18 @ 7:04pm

Oh, shut up. Shut me up

01/18 @ 11:43pm

I’m sorry if I came off too strong about planning earlier, I might’ve gotten a little carried away and been a little too eager about planning something five days after you’re home from a three month detachment. If at any time before you come home or even right after you come home you don’t feel up to the trip, please please please tell me. I want to do something nice for you and give you a chance to truly relax, but I’d hate for it to come at a price. So, just let me know, okay? Say the word and we’ll push it, alright? I don’t exactly know what you’re going through, but tell me if it’s ever too much. I’ll always be here, promise. Love you x

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01/19 @ 8:29am

Kid, no. I promise I’ll tell you. You know I love how excited you get planning things. I think I like it so much because you take care of it all. Sure, you ask for my opinion and what I want, but I just have to tell you one thing, one idea and you take care of it. 

Funny though, isn’t it? How it’s totally opposite in the other side of our relationship? You tell me one thing, one idea and I take care of all of it? Bet it’s hard for you not having someone around to do that for you? Maybe next time we Facetime we can talk more about that? x B

01/19 @ 10:11am

Luckily, I have a very creative imagination, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw. 

See right now, I’m in my office, sitting at my desk, feeling so overwhelmed. It almost hurts how overwhelmed and frustrated I am. And you bust down the door, hair windswept like you’d flown to Del Mar, and you have that slutty flight suit on and I don’t even mind that you’re sweaty and gross. You smell absolutely divine and I rake my hands through your hair as you eat me out underneath my glass desk. I get a conference call, but you don’t stop the entire time. You like how squirmy and fussy I get, I can’t focus on the deliverable I’m working on for the client. You like that I can’t control myself, that I squeeze my thighs around your head. Eventually, you can’t take it anymore, your cock is aching so badly, and you need to fuck me on top of my desk. You’re so strong it almost breaks. You fuck me so good everyone in the office can hear me crying out for you. 

(actually, I’m on the couch, watching college football, but it’s more fun to imagine you fucking me in my office - see, creative imagination! Make sure you get a quiet room for that Facetime...)

Love x

01/19 @ 7:29pm

You think you’re funny, huh? You have any more of those thoughts, feel free to send them my way. ‘m taking out that picture you gave me for Christmas right now. How you taking care of yourself? My imagination isn’t as creative as yours. B

01/19 @ 7:40pm

Guess you’ll have to wait for our next Facetime…

x

01/20 @ 4:24pm

Your dad and Mary write me emails, you know. They aren’t as good correspondents as you are (for how could they possibly be, my dear?), but they check in about once a week or so. Mary sends me some of the articles she gives her students and talks about the show she’s watching with your dad. Your dad mainly talks about you. It makes me wish my parents were still around to do this stuff with me. Just checking in and writing emails and bragging about me to my girlfriend? How was yesterday’s class?

Your Bradley

01/20 @ 5:39m

I didn’t know they wrote you that often and I’m beyond embarrassed that my dad talks about me that much? But come on, Bradley…you have someone who does that, too? He’s about 5’8” (on a good day), looks great in a leather jacket, and just spent about two hours last weekend cleaning your gutters and telling me about how you won your high school’s debate scholarship?? Like how could you not tell me that? It’s literally one of the hottest things I’ve heard about you!

Class was good! They taught us a trick to cut onions without crying and one of the other girls complimented my apron! We’re doing meats next week, cutting, marinating, cooking, etc. and I’m excited!

01/20 @ 5:42pm

Oh gee, I bet it’s just awful for you to have Mav around all the time. Knight in shining armor…

01/20 @ 5:48pm

He’s not a bother! And it’s not all the time! We’re actually going to get lunch together on Saturday! It’s this new place on the water.

01/20 @ 5:50pm

Sounds like a cute little date! You’ll have to tell me how he is. Love you so much B

01/20 @ 5:55pm

I’ll keep ya posted, bubs! Love you!

01/22 @ 10:01am

Breaking news, kid. Your esteemed, naval aviator boyfriend is going to be on 60 Minutes at the end of February. Totally came out of left field, but I couldn’t say anything until they finished filming. It’s about the Navy in the Pacific and “the lost art of shipbuilding.” They even rigged up a camera on my plane and everything, it was so cool. I’ve been dying to tell you, but again couldn’t say anything until it was official. I probably won’t be on it long since they interviewed the Admiral and Pac Fleet Commander for most of it, but yeah, Payback and Bob and I will be on with my girl Norah. I made sure I had enough sunscreen on so I was camera ready at all times. Love you B

01/22 @ 10:09am

YOU’RE FUCKING SHITTING ME????? Oh my god, Bradley! That’s amazing! Margie even ran into my office to see what made me shriek! I am TOTALLY having a viewing party! Oh my god, how do you think it went? Did they get your good side? What about hair and makeup? I know you get helmet hair, bubs. 

Seriously, so so excited and proud of you, Bradley! I’m going to make my dad and Mary come down for it! She doesn’t teach on Mondays, so this is perfect for them to stay over Sunday night! But now don’t go letting all that fame get to your head, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw 😉 Love you so much x

01/24 @ 12:17pm

Rocketman - 

I was sitting at my desk earlier and listening to some music before my 12:30 meeting and Elton John’s Rocket Man popped up on my shuffle. Obviously, as you are my rocketman, I always think of you whenever I hear it, but today the lyrics really scratched that special part of my brain, so I did a deep dive into the song’s origins. 

Please note, I’m including this time in my billable hours to the client (re. you). My findings are as follows:

Bernie Taupin was inspired by a Ray Bradbury story written in 1951 titled ‘The Rocket Man’ - not drugs as the urban legend states! Drugs! Imagine!

Bradbury’s ‘The Rocket Man’ was first published in Maclean’s, a weekly Canadian magazine, before it was published in the short story collection ‘The Illustrated Man’ that same year

‘The Illustrated Man’ later was made into a film, though ‘The Rocket Man’ story was notably absent

Some of more popular and renowned stories from the collection include ‘The Veldt’ and ‘The Long Rain,’ the latter of which is commonly read in high school honors English

Was client in honors English? Please confirm in follow up correspondence

Client has mentioned extensive library resources at disposal - perhaps he can check this collection out on his next visit? But for now, an executive summary has been provided:

With space travel more commonplace in society, Doug’s father, an astronaut, is sent on frequent, three- month journeys into space

Despite missing his dad, Doug also longs to be a Rocket Man, though his mother frequently prevails on Doug to beg his father to stay on Earth and be with the family

“What’s it like, out in space?” Mother shot me a frightened glance. It was too late. Dad stood there for a full half minute trying to find an answer, then he shrugged.“It’s the best thing in a lifetime of best things.” Then he caught himself. “Oh, it’s really nothing at all. Routine. You wouldn’t like it.” He looked at me, apprehensively. “But you always go back.” “Habit.”

The father finds that his work is ruining his life, but the draw of the stars is too great: "You don’t know what it is. Every time I’m out there I think, if I ever get back to Earth I’ll stay there; I’ll never go out again. But I got out, and I guess I’ll always go out.”

Even while on vacation with the family, having Thanksgiving dinner, or sitting on the back porch, the father’s eyes are always on the sky…

Doug’s father begs him to not be like him, to not be a rocket man, but what happens when his father goes on one last journey to the stars?

Through much reflection, I have decided that ‘The Rocket Man’ was written about you - and your mom and your dad and me and on and on until there is no longer a need for Rocket Men - or the rocket man simply stops and breaks the cycle

You are both the Rocket Man and the little boy, forever waiting for his father to come home from space

The allure of flying, of being a ‘rocket man,’ is both too great and too sad for you to ignore

None of this is to say the rocket man is selfish, no. He simply cannot resist the temptation. He knows nothing other than the thrill and peace of being amongst the stars

And his mother shielding Doug from the sun at the end is like your mom asking Mav to pull your papers, she does it to save him, but it cannot keep him from becoming his father

Needless to say - I had to postpone my 12:30 meeting until tomorrow as my eyes were far too puffy and any word I tried to say felt like cotton in my mouth.

I miss you and I love you - your ‘Lilly’  

01/24 @ 8:22pm

Fuck - I love you so much. My clever girl.

01/24 @ 8:28pm

I pour my heart out to you and that’s all you have to say, rocketman? ‘Fuck - I love you so much’

(of course, I also love you so much, my clever boy.)

01/24 @ 8:30pm

Darling - it’s going to take me a little longer to come up with any commentary you deem appropriate, so for the sake of time, yes. I gotta read this story in full. I’ll be at the library at my earliest convenience. ‘The client’ will send an annotated copy with his notes henceforth.

01/24 @ 8:32pm

Of course, sweet boy. Goodnight, I love you so much. x

01/25 @ 11:44am

As promised, my darling girl. Love you.

[b.bradshaw_the rocket man_final paper.pdf]

01/25 @ 7:14pm

Oh Bradley! I love you so much, rocketman. Yes, I couldn’t have said it better. Yours x

01/26 @ 10:39am

Bradley! They’re sending me to London in February for two weeks! I even get a swanky corporate apartment for the stay. I wish you could come with me - even if it was just for a long weekend? We could go to all my favorite restaurants and afternoon tea and for walks in all the parks. One day it’ll work out! 

But tragedy of all tragedies! I just realized I’m going to miss a couple cooking lessons when I’m in London! I already emailed the instructor before today’s class and she said there’s other classes throughout the week that are behind us, so I can make it up with them! Ahhh I’m so excited! Talk soon, love you!

01/26 @ 11:13pm

I didn’t realize how nervous I was about the trip until I went to bed tonight. It’ll be my first trip abroad since I got my promotion in November. Plus, it’s a completely different client than my last trip abroad and I’ve only met one person on this new London team before. Sometimes I go into these meetings and still feel like a little kid? I’m always the youngest person in the room and normally the only woman and on one hand, that’s cool? But sometimes I feel like someone’s daughter instead of their colleague? Like these guys are my dad’s age? And they’re actually supposed to listen to what I have to say about their company? Do you ever feel like that? Like you don’t really belong, despite knowing you’ve earned your place? I wish you were beside me right now. My bed feels way too big tonight. Love you.

01/27 @ 7:48am

Sweetheart! I am so unbelievably proud of you! That’s amazing! You gotta celebrate, go out to dinner with Caro and Darcy, maybe even Nat! I know you’ve been working so hard these last couple of weeks, you absolutely deserve this. I can’t say I know exactly what you’re going through, but yes. I have absolutely felt like I haven’t belonged or deserved something despite having ‘checked off all the boxes.’ I felt that way when I got promoted to LC and when I got that award in October. Everytime I see it on my uniform, I feel a bit like a faker? Like do I really deserve this? But then I remember the way you smiled at me when I got back to my seat that night and how proud of me you were and I think maybe I do deserve it? Plus, I also think of how goddamn gorgeous you looked all fucked out later that night. 

And please note, I would happily slip into bed alongside you, especially since my bed feels way too small tonight. Love you, Bradley

01/27 @ 10:56am

Thank you for earlier. I don’t know, sometimes I just feel like I’m just too soft for all of this? Like I’m always trying to prove something to everyone and I get a little lost. Tell me something good? x

01/27 @ 7:01pm

How about this? Every time I go up in the sky and see the way the sun hits the clouds, I think of you. I’ve never wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with you. I love you so much, kid

Your Bradley 

01/27 @ 7:06pm

Sometimes I can’t believe we love each other this much, it feels like a dream  x

01/27 @ 7:11pm

I can. Your Bradley 

01/30 @ 7:08am

i slept in one of your shirts last night. it doesn’t smell like you anymore, but it feels like you: soft and safe and warm x

01/30 @ 7:23am

Well I spray my pillowcase with your perfume whenever I miss you so I guess we’re even

Your Bradley

ps - can you send me another bottle?

01/30 @ 7:34am

You’re already out? What sort of illicit behavior are you engaging in with that perfume bottle? 

01/30 @ 10:33pm

I burrow my face in my pillow so I can smell it while I fist my cock, why? What’d you have in mind?

01/30 @ 10:37pm

How does that work though? Like genuinely? Do you jack off with Reuben in the top bunk? Or wait till he’s in the gym? I’ve been curious about this for a while now. What about the showers? Is it like an open floor plan thing? Or are there stalls? Is there a Zillow listing for this aircraft carrier?

01/30 @ 10:41pm

Now why would I ruin the mystery? 

01/30 @ 10:43pm

Bradley!!!!

01/30 @ 10:44pm

Atta girl, that’s the spirit! Love you 

02/02 @ 6:30pm

I am so sick of going to the gym. It seems like it’s all Payback and I do lately. We got this new workout regime that’s been killing me - don’t say it’s because I’m old. Though, I have been using my Theragun. Payback does my back if I do his in return. It was only awkward the first time he turned it on too hard and yelped (please tell everyone that). 

02/02 @ 6:46pm

Oh, so you and Rueben Theragun each other, huh? Say more Lieutenant Commander!

02/04 @ 2:45pm

Going to Pete and Penny’s in a bit to watch the Super Bowl! Max is at the game, apparently his golf buddy Jimmy G hooked him up, though he neglected to bring me or Caroline. I feel like you would’ve been his first choice, so take that as a compliment I suppose. Do you guys do anything onboard for it? I have $350 on the 49ers winning by 3. Have a lovely day my darling boy x

02/04 @ 9:30pm

Guess who’s as snug as a bug on a rug in her bed AND $1400 dollars richer? That would be me! When you get home we’re going to Juniper and Ivy, my treat, bubs! x

02/06 @ 4:57am

Awww sweetheart are you gonna sugar mama me again? 

02/06 @ 7:03am

You do know the only reason you’re getting away with that is because there’s an ocean between us, right? 

02/06 @ 6:00pm

Sorry, couldn’t resist! Love you! B

02/06 @ 6:10pm

You’re lucky I love you so much. x

02/08 @ 9:58pm

Can you imagine if I was gone for 20 years?

02/08 @ 10:11pm

Bradley that’s not funny 

02/08 @ 10:13pm

It’s not supposed to be. I’m reading the Odyssey and it got me thinking. 

02/08 @ 10:16pm

Bradley I love you something awful, but you are such an old man sometimes. 

Are you going through some sort of midlife crisis reading the Odyssey while you’re at sea?? Is the Old Man and the Sea next?

(ps i love the thought of you reading in your bunk in your spare time and being so struck by something composed thousands of years ago that you have to email me)

02/08 @ 10:20pm

They wait 20 years to get back to each other - practically half their lives. They miss so many things and barely knew each other before he left, but they’re still so - I don’t even know? They’re just so intent on getting back to the other in Odysseus’s case? While Penelope makes sure there’s something for him to come back to? And I must’ve read this stanza ten times before I had to email you: 

"...the gods cast me upon Ogygia, Calypso's island, home of the dangerous sea nymph with glossy braids, and the goddess took me in in all her kindness, welcomed me warmly, cherished me, even vowed to make me immortal, ageless, all my days - but she never won the heart inside me, never" 

And I know it’s not a perfect comparison or parallel, but I read that last bit and I couldn’t help but think of you? And how you’re the one who won my heart and it’s always going to be that way. Whether I see you in twenty seconds or twenty years.

02/08 @ 10:23pm

You’d come home to me whether it took twenty seconds or twenty years. You’d come home to me and I’d know you anywhere. I love you so much. 

02/08 @ 10:58pm

“Now help me, please, to get back home, and quickly! I miss my family. I have been gone so long it hurts.” 

Your Bradley

02/09 @ 7:03pm

At the airport for London! Taking off! And I may or may not have used points to upgrade to a Club World seat…but like? It’s a nonstop flight, so it’s okay, right? Work’s already paying for business class? It’s points from my work card? It’ll be fine, right?

I had to take an ativan in the lounge. I just hate that I still get so nervous whenever I fly long distance? I fly all the time, I shouldn’t be like this? You know, one time, I pretended you were flying my plane. I know it’s kind of dumb and silly and a completely different type of plane, but it made me feel better because you’d never let anything happen to me. 

Anyway, we’re book buddies!! I went to the bookstore a couple days ago and got a copy! I read the Odyssey back in high school, but forgot so much. I was reading in the lounge and this part made me think of you:

“...this lovely house, my marriage home, so full of wealth and life, which I suppose I will remember even in my dreams.”

I’ll text you when I land my darling boy, love you x

02/10 @ 6:02am

You gotta squeeze every last bit of your per diem out of pwc. You’ve been working way too hard lately. Fuck it, on the way home just put the upgrade on your work card or put it on mine. Have a safe (rest of your) flight - maybe one day you’ll let me take you up. Love Bradley 

02/10 @ 10:08am

Just landed and on my way to the office (already…)

I thought of you as I read and stared out the window on the plane. I could pretend I’m flying towards you, rather than further away. I can’t imagine how you feel doing this everyday, but I imagine it’s like feeling limitless, like everything is in front of you, there for the taking. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you take me up one day. 

I’ll keep you posted on how everything’s going if you do the same. All my love x

02/12 @ 5:49am

How’s it going, kid? They working you too hard? You’re in London! Try to enjoy it, you deserve it. One of the guys I’m with gave me a restaurant rec for you, said the drinks were amazing, his wife loved it. Do something fun while you’re there! And send me some pictures dammit!

Love you, 

Bradley 

02/12 @ 8:22am

Bradley! It’s been so so crazy here! I feel like I haven’t stopped since I landed. My ‘flat’ is so cute and right by the client’s offices, so it’s an easy commute. I feel so professional taking the Tube places too! It’s one thing I’d like us to have in San Diego as opposed to all the traffic. Also, it’s CHILLY here and I’m so glad I dug my big coat out of storage. I’ll try and check the restaurant out this weekend, I’m gonna sneak in a trip to the Tate, too. I’ve always wanted to see the Turners. Talk soon and love you bunches! x 

02/14 @ 9:54am

Bradley Bradshaw! You absolute SAP! HOW!?! Did you conspire with my dad again? Thank you for the flowers! I’m going to have the biggest smile on my face all day. I love you and hope this is the first of a lifetime of Valentine’s Days together. Always x 

02/14 @ 7:33pm

Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, kid. I’m not gonna lie, I gave your dad very specific instructions for the bouquet (I was going to ask Max, but he’d probably swap it for something ugly and cheap and keep the change…kidding (not)), so I’m glad they turned out well. It was a very big day on board today: we got special red heart cookies for the holiday. The mood was infectious, I can still taste the sprinkles. Maybe you could cook for me on our next Facetime? Have you learned anything good in class lately? It doesn’t have to be fancy, just wanna see you (and maybe also live vicariously through whatever you’re making).  

02/14 @ 7:33pm

Bradley! I think I can swing that for you, when do you think our next call will be? 

02/16 @ 3:18pm

Kid, you spoil me. This package is amazing, I don’t know where to start (just kidding it’s with the Cadbury chocolate and the Sudocrem as my burnt shoulders thank you), but everything is wonderful, thank you. I love hearing about London and seeing the pictures you sent last time. But I do have one complaint…you’re not in any of the pictures, kid, and that’s truly egregious. (Think we won’t be able to Facetime for a while, I gave Payback my slot the other day.)

02/16 @ 3:23pm

That’s not true! I’m in the one in front of the Tate!

02/16 @ 3:25pm

Yeah, but I can’t see you under all those layers! Just want to see your face. It’s been way too long since our last Facetime.

02/16 @ 9:52pm

As requested, Lieutenant Commander. I had one of the girls in the London office take this at dinner tonight. She really did wonders with the lighting and even managed to get my sidecar in the pic! x Love you

02/17 @ 6:55am

You look pretty. New dress? B

02/17 @ 7:17am

Maybe…it was on sale, couldn’t resist. But you’re gonna hate me because all of my clothes are very much not going to fit in your closet. Also, I bought you a new jacket and some socks. x

02/17 @ 7:20am

Ehhh I’m not too worried about the closet thing. But if you keep buying me clothes we might have a problem.

02/17 @ 7:24am

It’s so cute though!! You’re going to look so handsome in it! I got the green one for you!

02/17 @ 7:29am

Okay, admittedly a very nice jacket, thank you. But you are aware that we live in San Diego…

02/17 @ 7:31am

I am aware of that fact, LC Bradshaw. You can wear it when we visit my parents. Hell, I had to get my coat out of my storage closet for this trip. 

02/17 @ 6:53pm

Sighhhhh you raise a good point. Alright, alright, thank you for the jacket and socks my darling girl. What’d you have for dinner last night? We had chicken with these absolutely awful biscuits, tasted like saw dust, my stomach was growling for some more of that Cadbury chocolate (yes, Payback and I ate all of it already, though it was mainly Payback) for hours afterward. 

02/17 @ 6:59pm

Oh my sweet boy! Who do I need to call about your meal plan? Give me the number and I’ll call the Navy up right now. And I had scallops with truffle risotto. It was delicious. Wanted to lick the bowl clean. Love you bubs x

02/19 @ 10:22pm

Bubs, I cannot eat another meal out. I feel like I’m going to burst. I’ve gone to so many work dinners and lunches even before coming here, it almost makes me feel like a glutton. 

I miss you and your cooking (though I’ll have you know that my skills were vastly improving before my trip abroad!) and you standing behind me at the counter while I try to perfectly cut peppers. Sometimes I do it wrong on purpose so you’ll put your arms around me and I can feel the rumble of your voice. Would we call that weaponized incompetence? You better be ready for some Michelin Star meals when you get home, buddy. I just can’t wait to be home with you and roll over next to you in the morning and to tell you to stop snoring and that the battery in the smoke detector needs to be changed. I can’t wait to be home with you and make a life with you. I’m going to be really sappy now, but let me have this because I was reading this poem the other day and thought of you. 

“I am supposed to be touched. I can’t wait to find the person who will come into the kitchen just to smell my neck and get behind me and hug me and breathe me in and make me turn around and make me kiss his face and put my hands in his hair even with my soapy dishwater drips. I am a lovely woman. Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?” (x)

Only a month until you’re home with me, I hope you’re hungry. 

All my love x

02/20 @ 4:50am

It’s only weaponized incompetence if the other person minds. I, however, do not mind. I loved that quote you sent me, going to be thinking about that one for a long time. I hate to tell you this, but I’m gonna be offline for a couple days. I hate that it’s at the end of your trip, but please please message me when you’re leaving/taking off and again when you land, you know I worry. Love you and am so unbelievably proud of you, kid! You killed it in London. Your Bradley

02/20 @ 7:03am

That’s okay, I totally understand. I’ll give you all the details on our next Facetime. In the meantime, I message you when I leave. Stay safe and love you, Bradley! x

02/23 @ 3:45pm

Taking off soon! I got an upgrade again, thankfully! And I made sure to put your new coat in my carry on - I don’t trust British Airways not to lose it! Taking an ativan again so hopefully I’ll sleep the entire flight - love you and talk soon!

02/24 @ 10:33pm

Just landed, slept through….90% of the flight! Apparently, there was bad turbulence, so probably for the best. Now, I know you would never have me deal with that my darling rocketman! Talk later - love you! x

02/25 @ 7:09pm

Feels kind of weird being back? I can’t quite get back into my routine. I’m not sure if it’s jet lag or something else? Feeling a little lost? x

02/26 @ 7:55pm

Bradley!!! You were so good, I’m so so proud of you! Max had everyone over at his place for us to watch you! We have quite the party here including my parents, Pete, Penny and Amelia, Natasha, Mickey and Cielo, Caroline, and Darcy. I’ll have to tell you about the parents meeting later. I wish you had been here for it, they took to each other like bees to honey. 

You looked tragically handsome, I practically had to hold back a moan when you were standing on the flight deck talking to Norah O’Donnell (is she as nice in person as she is on TV?). God, I want to ravish you, you sounded so fucking smart. You know like half the country is going to be in love with you now, right? I’ve got to get back to everyone, Max ordered dinner for us afterwards, but I had to email you as soon as you finished!

Just wanted to let you know how proud of you I am and how much I love you x

02/27 @ 5:09am

Thanks, kid. Sorry it took me a bit to respond, things have been getting a bit crazy, you know, now that I’m a celebrity and all? We’re winding down this training, so the next couple weeks are gonna be full of debriefs and paperwork, which means I should have a more stable schedule. Love you B

02/28 @ 11:48pm

Sometimes I wonder if you were here what would you do? Hold me? Love me? I never feel small except when I’m in your arms. x

02/29 @ 11:48pm

Some nights in bed, if I try really hard, I can imagine I’m laying down next to you. And it makes everything just a little easier. Bradley

03/01 @ 12:56am

I haven’t taken anything besides my fingers in months. You’re going to stretch me out so well when you get home. 

03/01 @ 7:19pm

And I’m gonna mark your ass pink for that comment. I can’t believe you sent that in the middle of the day. You getting yourself off at work? Dirty girl. 

03/01 @ 9:41pm

Never feels as good as when you do it. 

03/01 @ 10:01pm

And my hands pale in comparison to your pretty little cunt. You know that first time we slept together you were so fucking tight, I knew you hadn’t had a good fuck in ages. It gonna be like that again when I come home?

03/01 @ 10:05pm

Where are you going to have me first?

03/01 @ 10:06pm

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

03/01 @ 10:09pm

Just over two weeks now, I can’t wait to see you. x

03/03 @ 5:55am

How you holding up, kid? You doing a little better this week work wise? Try and log off around 5 if you can. Don’t want you getting all worn down on me. 

They had us doing these war games yesterday that made me think of you. You would’ve walked circles around some of these other guys I swear. Think I can get a Facetime for us in a couple days? Probably will be our last one before I come home. Love you, B

03/03 @ 7:12am

Bradley! That's the best news I’ve had in ages! I can’t wait to see you! Definitely felt a little lost after coming back from London, but I hope my rut will be over soon? Tying things up with a client is always so lengthy and tedious. 

War games! ‘Would you like to play a game?’ I’d ask if you won, but no one ever wins in the art of war 😉Love you!

03/05 @ 8:54pm

So, here’s a new one. My mom called? She’s going to be stateside and wants to get lunch tomorrow. Could’ve done with a bit more warning, but apparently, she has a layover in San Diego on her way to New York to see my brother? I didn’t even know she was going to see him? I don’t even know if I want to see her? It’s funny, I can already tell you exactly how it’ll play out:

We’ll go to lunch at some sort of vegan restaurant, probably Donna Jean

She’ll make me pay

She’ll try to get me to use some sort of herb to promote weight loss since I’m looking a bit “pudgy” around the face

Though she’ll forget to ask about you, she’ll tell me about her latest string of failed relationships with bartenders and surf instructors in Canggu. Or is it Ubud? I genuinely don’t remember, she started in Ubud, but honestly my knowledge of Balinese geography is rudimentary at best 

She’ll ask how ‘that woman’ is doing as if Mary is just the woman my dad is seeing, not the woman who raised me and my brother

And finally, she’ll ask for money though betting is still open as to what for!

So, what do you say? Wanna put a wager on it? Your terms.

Love you! x

03/06 @ 6:30am

$100 she orders the caesar and makes you pay. I’m not even going to entertain the third parlay, pretty girl. Oddly feeling like she’s got a winner on her hands so yes she’ll talk about her new paramour. Does she really call Mary ‘that woman?’ And yes, without a question, she will ask you for money.

Your move my gorgeous girl,

Bradley

03/06 @ 7:49pm

I really wish you were here right now. She doesn’t even know me, but she somehow always manages to make me feel small. 

Caesar - no croutons 

I paid

Pudgy and frumpy, but she was hawking shakes not herbs

Failed relationship? No, she’s actually GETTING MARRIED

She did not ask about you much other than to say I need to watch my figure for you (see bullet point no. 3)

Mary was called ‘that woman’ six times before I stopped counting

She asked for money as a wedding present 

So, you didn’t get them all, but not a bad showing. Love you. Talk tomorrow on Facetime. x

03/07 @ 6:09am

God kid, I’m so sorry. She doesn’t know what she’s missing. Actually, I don’t even think she deserves to know what she’s missing. Did you talk to your dad or Mary about it? I know we’re talking later, but I just wanted you to have a message from me before you start your day. What’re you wearing to the office tomorrow? Have you worn that wrap dress lately? You know it’s one of my favorites and that I always love unwrapping it when you get home from the office. 

Can’t wait to see you tonight. All my love, Bradley

03/07 @ 9:55am

The dress doesn’t fit. My mom was right, I shouldn’t have gotten the french toast.

I’m planning on talking to dad and Mary later today before you and I have our Facetime. I know they’ll make me feel better, much like you have my darling boy, but it still feels pretty crummy. Especially since I’m sure she’s going to have wonderful time in New York with my brother 🙄 and I’ll have to hear all about it next time I talk to him. 

And I’m not sure if I’ve unpacked that dress yet! I’ll have to do some digging. Talk soon! x

03/10 @ 3:26am

We had a little baby. He was always giggling and laughing and we were making silly faces and he looked so small in your arms, Bradley. So small and little and he was ours. And then I turned around and he was toddling around the house and we were chasing him and his little legs were moving so quickly and we all wound up on the couch in a tangle of limbs, giggling under the blankets as we tickled him and he called you daddy. 

It wasn’t our house - or what will be our house, I guess? Instead of the leather couch you have, it was white and big and wide and the three of us could easily fit on it, snuggled together. 

And I could feel your arms around me, rocking me back and forth. I could feel you humming in my ear and kissing my neck and telling me you loved me. I could feel it. I could feel you. I could feel him and you. And it was nice and I felt warm and safe and cherished and loved. Because I felt so much love for this little boy in my arms - the perfect mix of me and you. Everything felt right and perfect. 

Except when I rolled over in bed to tell you about it, I realized I was alone in my bed, in my apartment, and not in the house that we shared or with the little boy that looked so much like you and I haven’t felt so empty and sad since I can’t remember when. 

And I just miss you so much, Bradley. I know I can come across as glib and unfeeling sometimes and like this doesn’t affect me as much. But it does and sometimes I feel like my heart is going to burst because I’ve never felt like this for anyone else before? It’s never been so easy for me to love someone and let them love me to the point that I always want to be beside them. And I know with your job - and mine - that can’t always happen, but god Bradley I wish you were here right now so you could hold me and tell me you loved me because I just want to feel your arms around me and know you’re real. I want to tell you about the little boy - the perfect mix of me and you. 

I love you rocketman x

03/11 @ 12:49pm

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I realize that’s a lot to drop on you, especially since we can’t talk in person. I guess I’ve just never missed a person more in my life and seeing that future showed me what we could have when you come home. God, Bradley I want you to come home so badly. I want you to stay here with me forever and never leave and to have that cute little boy who was the perfect mix of me and you and to have you here in my arms every night. And I know it’s selfish of me to ask or even make you think about it, but I want you right here - in twenty seconds, not twenty years. 

How did your hop go today? x

03/11 @ 7:03pm

I have dreams like that, too. I’ll be little, but still older than I was when my dad died and we’ll be at the beach, running around, and he’ll pick me up and spin me around like I’m flying on an airplane. 

But then it’ll be me and my kid, running around and I’ll pick them up and spin them around like they’re flying on an airplane. Sometimes it’s a girl, sometimes a little boy. But I always just can feel and tell that I love them and I’d do anything for them. 

And I used to hate waking up alone after I had them and I’d feel empty and sad and like I had the feeling that they should still be there? Except now I have you and I know it doesn’t just have to be a dream?

Sorry it took me so long to reply. Today was hectic and I didn’t get to check my email until later. But if I checked it earlier, my day would’ve been a lot easier on my heart. 

All my love,

Your Bradley

03/12 @ 7:11pm

How do you always know exactly what to say? I’m sorry for springing that all on you, know it wasn’t exactly a quick/easy message, but I love that you knew exactly what I meant. My day’s always a lot easier on my heart when I hear from you, too. Love you x

03/13 @ 10:17pm

i miss having you around to take care of me. and telling me what to do and what to wear for you and how you want me and where you want me and when you want me and and and. and how good i feel around you as you come, how you take what’s yours. how i need you to take control and tell me what i need because i’m too much of a dumb slut to figure it out on my own. i need you so much bradley. and it’s so hard because i’m trying to take care of myself like you do and imagine what you’d do if you were with me right now. but i’m so frustrated since no one takes care of me like you do. i feel so empty. nothing stretches me out like you do, nothing makes me feel as small as you do, nothing makes me flush like the sound of your voice against my neck as i come, nothing soothes the ache inside me like you do. need you to call me good girl, pretty girl, sweet girl, anything as long as it’s yours. 

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

3/13 @ 10:39pm

Awwww sweetheart, did you get yourself all worked up over me? It’s okay, I know it’s hard for you all by yourself. Must’ve been real bad for you to risk this getting flagged, huh? Poor thing, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. 

Want you to pretend I’m next to you, leaning over you as you lay down and touch yourself. Say yes Bradley, more Bradley. Bradley, Bradley, Bradley. Good girl. 

Want you naked under the covers, no frilly little pajama set or anything. No, I want your cum to stain the sheets and then for you to have to clean up in the morning, all embarrassed because you did this. You made yourself like this because you can’t control yourself without me around. All that cum being wasted. Nobody around to lick it off your pussy. So what doesn’t get on the sheets, you have to taste. Good girl. 

Want you to use your fingers - only your fingers, I’ll know if you use anything else. Start with your breasts. Think of how perfectly they fit in my hands and how yours aren’t quite the same. They aren’t as big. Aren’t as strong. Play with your nipples, drag your nails across the soft skin on the underside of your breasts.

Want you to sigh my name as you slide your hands down your stomach towards your pretty little pussy. Have you shaved? Gotten a wax? You know how I like it, want it just like that when I get home. Pretend it’s my fingers sliding into your cunt. A few touches and you’re already clenching on air and I’m not even around. 

In and out, in and out. Circle your clit with your thumb. Add another finger, then another. You rocking your hips yet? I know you’re soaked. I know you want more. Three fingers can’t stretch you out nearly as much as you need. But I don’t know if you can handle anything else without me around. And I know you would never disagree with me, right? Because you’re my good girl and good girls do what they’re told. 

Don’t hesitate to get loud. You’re in our house, in our bed, you can be as loud as you want. Bet you’re getting close, huh? Try and last a little longer, can you hear yourself and how wet you are? Are you shaking yet? I know you’re close. Go ahead, speed up your fingers, just the way I do. It’s okay, you can come. Know you’re gonna get sleepy soon, wish I could sleep inside you, nice and tight.

Now say thank you Bradley. Good girl. 

03/14 @ 5:49pm

Thank you, Bradley. Thank you for taking care of me last night 

You like chicken piccata, right?

03/14 @ 7:33pm

Yeah, kid, I like chicken piccata. 

03/14 @ 7:39pm

Okay, that’s good. I’m going to make it when you come home. I ran it by my cooking instructor. Ina’s recipe of course. 

(I’ve read your email seven times since you sent it. I’ve thought about it constantly. I want you to take me softly and slowly that first time. But after that? I can’t wait to let go and float. Love you so much x)

03/15 @ 6:09am

You’re the boss. Good thing I’ll be home soon, you’re gonna run out of material. As is, I had to type that last one with one hand. 

Love you,

B

03/15 @ 7:21am

I’ll be good till you get home, promise. 

Have a good day, do you think we’ll get to talk much from now till Friday? Love you x

03/15 @ 7:24am

I’ll hold you to it. 

I don’t think so, might be able to send one out before leaving the boat. Better make it a good one. 

All my love

Your Bradley 

03/15 @ 7:25am

You got it! Love you bubs 

03/18 @ 11:08pm

Kid - there’s this lyric that keeps running through my head: ‘and I want you right here.’ I want you beside me - today, tomorrow, all my days. I want you right here, beside me forever. In twenty seconds, not twenty years. See you tomorrow.

All my love,

Your Bradley

03/18 @ 11:11pm

See you tomorrow, rocketman. I’ll be the one in blue.

Love you x

a/n: thanks for reading! i'll be back with part ii and part iii (hopefully not in...4 months). i had so much fun writing these and getting to explore a different format and side to their relationship! thanks to alexa @sometimesanalice, kylie @ofstoriesandstardust, cass @notroosterbradshaw, elle @dissonannce, nik @cherrycola27, and loren @heartsofminds for all the support!

[samheughanswife]

Sam

Sam was in his element. With friends, Steve and comfortable in the auditorium.

Refreshed from a week of sun,sand and sea. Add in off the socials grid. No random blondes in bikinis, or the gym blonde rats at the North Bondi open gym breathing the same sea air as him instantly given a nickname and assumed bumping curlies.

He shared that he had a session with the famous Bondi Beach lifeguards. He was encouraged to dive off the rocks at the South end of the beach- Bondi. He shared he had never dived in his life( sure that’s not true, just not into the Pacific Ocean) He was shown how to swim back to shore in a rip, ( that’s what drowns people not understanding how to get out of a rip). And generally living a beachside life. He joked that he didn’t sleep in the sand, he had a house (?? 👀).

Loves 🇦🇺. Not the snakes he revealed to an answer re the snakebite episode. Met all the famous animals. And shared that he felt the walk to the top of the bridge more now than when he did it eight years ago ( doubt that). Mentioned the bars he hit up and the restaurants.

A week well spent. As you all have seen he has the tan to show for it.

Two afternoons were lost to late summer thunderstorms. What did he do then?!

He answered the expected questions regarding the end of OL. He is ready to say goodbye. He has been in discussion regarding work. He wants to continue to travel after the S8 wrap.

Mentioned going to Everest and working on getting distribution in 🇦🇺 for SS. And other countries.

Shared a tidbit that when he went to the studio his “things” had been moved for a new younger cast. All tongue in cheek. Said he is looking for to BOMB.

This was a contented man. It was all easy conversation and engagement with just under 945 fans. The auditorium capacity is 945 and there were about 20 empty seats.

He did not bring up the spirits unless asked. He didn’t have a bottle on stage. That bag on the table was Steve’s- with a drink bottle in it and a place to put the discarded written questions. He was not selling his booze, he was riffing. Laughing and just being relaxed.

Asked about Caitriona ( got to say that the audience was a Sam only) and he discussed her getting prepped for directing. Said they had FT her the night before, all the guys and showed her what she was missing. He said how much they had shared and that really “ THEY WERE LIKE BROTHER AND SISTER” ✅ ✅. Crowd liked that.

He said that it will be difficult working away the final time. Very poignant. But he said he is ready.

The rest was the same questions and answers. The event organizers said there will be a USB to buy. So the rest will be there for those who will buy and then share here.

I’ve been told that on the soulless account comments have said that the guys were disheveled and looked unwashed. BULLSHIT. All their clothes were ironed( I am that woman who judges unironed clothes. Sam had ironed his T-shirt and pants. His hair was not oily. And his eau de parfum was that of a man who had showered early and had used deodorant. Those hollow jealous haters were truly reaching for something- anything.

I’m guessing that the Melbourne audience will be just as thrilled and appreciative of the chance to be in conversation with the OL lads. There is a song from one of my teenage favourite 🇦🇺 band Australian Crawl. It’s called The Boys Light Up. It’s the perfect song for the fun day yesterday. The boys did light up.

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The goal of Fandom Friday: provide a place where people can shout-out their favorite creators from the week, whether it’s a piece of fan art that made you smile or a fanfic that moved you. Drop a link to your favorite creations this week into my ask box along with what you loved about it, and I will give them a shout! It doesn’t have to be Star Wars either! If it’s on another website (AO3, Twitter, etc.), please be sure to state that as well.

This happens each week, so don’t feel like you’ve got to get out everything in one week. Just keep track of them throughout the week or send me an ask whenever you find something, and I’ll drop them all on Fridays (or throughout the weekend if I get a lot). The cutoff for each week is THURSDAY 12 PM (I’m in the Pacific timezone). Anything received after that will roll to the next week. A summary of the weeks’ recs will be posted at the end of the weekly queue, so check back here for all of the awesome fics and art! And be sure to go give the creations on that list some love (and don’t just share the ask responses I put out).

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[xxnomadsxx]

So how would the tribes and their leaders react to the grey trolls?

Pacifically Delta Dawn,Queen Essence and King Quincy and Queen Barb.

I read from one of your posts that the grey country trolls were grey because they liked other music genres and were considered criminals resulting them getting kicked out of their home and if I'm not mistaken a few were kids?

How would they react to seeing Delta Dawn since she is mostly likely the one who made the decision.

The (some) funk trolls were researchers that were left behind so how will they feel when they meet Queen Essence and King Quincy,and how will those two react knowing how they became grey.

And how will Queen Barb react to the reasons the rock trolls left and became grey especially since one of them was deaf.

Pop: The Pop trolls try to welcome back the grey trolls with open arms. (They are so happy by the discovery of them Because friendship) Who for some reason aren’t to excited to come back? I wonder why.. (The grey trolls are way to scared of what the pop tribe is like they basically took a break from being “happy”like the others and now see how messed up everything is) The Pop tribe is determined to bring there colors back no matter what (I’m talking loud obnoxious parties, activity after activity, loooooonnnngg hugs that last for days, being braided to another troll who is supposed to be your fun buddy) but after a long time (and tons of reflection) they realize how messed up it all seemed. So they took it slow and let them just get accustomed to everything, a party or two a week and not a lot of loud noises (plus no more tying people together) gradually overtime the grey pop trolls are able to be in the village and not feel overwhelmed (a looooot of insecurity about being grey though)

Techno: Trollex welcomes all the Techno trolls who were lost, left or born in the grey tribe. (He was initially shocked but quickly relieved to find the missing trolls who have been gone for years!! Plus the new editions) He tries to help them as much as he can, ie fixing torn flippers, setting up a new foster system for future trollings, making sure to know who is here or missing every week, overall just trying to help with what he can to make them more comfortable (He didn’t do much wrong with the grey Techno trolls as some of the other tribes besides a few getting separated from the group by currents and no one noticing) but he tries to right whatever wrong there is…..and throw a few raves in their honor he is still a troll he will party. The grey Techno trolls greatly appreciate it and get along well with the other Techno trolls.

Funk: The absolute guilt the royal family has is insane!!! Not only did they leave behind a group of researchers, but they are the ones who asked for them TO BE THERE!!(they did go back and look for them but found nothing) they try to make amends and do whatever to help the trolls, the fact the trolls were grey because of them almost put them in an early grave. They start figuring out ways so that this situation would never happen again (I feel like trackers would be their best option) the grey Funk researchers are a little angry at the royal fam (I mean they left them so it’s a valid response) but they do forgive them on account of why they left (I’m going to say bird attack that forced them to get out of there quickly) and the fact they went back for them🥹 (the fam still does whatever to help like, making therapy a way bigger thing on the ship for others ) they also help the other grey funk trolls get accustomed to the ship and being around more trolls.

Classical: Trollzart would immediately put into action more ways for Symphony Ville to be more accessible for trolls who can’t fly, while also putting in ways for the classical trolls to get around more (I imagine they use walking cane or some form of wheelchairs to get around because like they have the bodies of literal BABIES?!?! Can they even walk on their own?!?) As for the other grey trolls they try to get accustomed to them, maybe put on performances where they show their sorrow and anguish, but also try their best to help them however they can.

Country: Oh boy… Delta is absolutely mortified by her actions. Not only did she kick out a couple of trolls from the flats (sooo much guilt) but they had kids while they were out there, kids who had to survive in the forest for years !!!( I hc that she absolutely loves kids!!) she tried her best to make what she did right (she’s been feeling guilty about it for years) the banished country trolls themselves hold a lot of resentment towards her. I mean who wouldn’t for what she did to them, but after months of holding the grudge and resentment and many many constant apologies and acts of kindness they eventually forgive Delta (there is still awkward tension between the three but they try to put it aside) Delta does absolutely whatever to fawn and show the kids love and kindness since she feels guilty about her being the reason they were grey to begin with. She also helps the other grey country trolls who either went too far away from the flats or got dragged away by predators and got lost cause of it. She tries her best to make amends for all the country trolls and their young. Now she tries to keep track of her people more and has grown a tolerance to all music. The grey trolls greatly appreciate all she does for them and their kids now. (I know I made Delta look like a bad person but this was in the past and to be fair she did lock up Poppy and Branch when she first met them sooooo… I do really love Delta though)

Rock: Barb was angered by the fact some of her people were in the forest surviving for years and grey!??!!! (She seems to be really insecure about being a leader this issue does not help her) she places a lot of guilt on herself because of this and does WHATEVER it takes to make things right!! So she implements a lot of mental health things (more therapy, rage rooms concerts about mental health) anything to bring awareness and to help. For the one deaf rock troll they go immediately to the funk trolls and soon enough hearing aids were made for the little rocker (by the way the deaf troll is like 8, i thought it would make it more angsty that a child left because they felt out of place.. and I was right!!! it makes it sooo much worse) Barb and the rock trolls basically bend over backwards to help their fellow rockers. The grey rockers greatly appreciate what has been done for them and how they got used to their survivalist antics.

[weirdmageddon]

💿⚛️ davejade headcanons

sorry for leaving you guys waiting on this for like a week lol i kept being like “tomorrow for sure” but falling asleep but anyway here it is. i might add more to this if i think if anything but reblogs might not reflect the up to date source version so you can always find it here

most of these are pointing out stuff thats basically canon anyway but whatever lol. basically canon headcanons

dave tries to impress jade to get her attention because he likes her

this ones for you *misses hoop by 5 feet*

he doesnt mind jade’s inane riddles honestly. he isn’t perturbed by how she just knows things like rose is, because he doesnt think into it too far. he trusts her

he spends a lot of time indulging in her interests and showers her in his music and poetry

they draw things for each other a lot <3 jade has the pictionary modus and seems pretty good at drawing and of course dave sent her sbahj as furries in the mail. sending jpegs over the internet is BABY NONSENSE. real boys send their childhood friend/crush pictures they drew for them through the INTERNATIONAL POSTAL SYSTEM to an unspecified island in the middle of nowhere, pacific ocean that gets packages dropped by plane so the recipient can tangibly hold it and hang it in their room

actually i was going through the commentary and hussie addresses it as such:

“Also notice her SBaHJ furry poster, which was clearly a very thoughtful gift from Dave”

aww

jade would give dave a "cool" plushie of a tiger or something nd he keeps it on his desk . froot’s beautiful idea

he loves her plushie sensibilities. so much less unnerving than his bro’s phallic puppets. they're still soft but no cognitive dissonance this time about the softness coming from foam puppet ass hoorayyy

theyre still reading homestuck on act 4 but they understood them instantly

jade humors dave’s ironic cool facade because it makes dave feel more comfortable without feeling too exposed, but it’s because of this that he feels like he can open up to her because she isnt prying. (im still not over the smile here btw. only jade could make dave smile after a fucked evening where he spilled juice on his turntables and accidentally skewered an innocent crow with his sword and broke his window this mf is TYPING. also getting a bit of joy out of the fact that the only visible suit on his cards-themed bedcover in this panel is a heart)

but he knows that jade is not unaware of what he's hiding. couldnt even refute her lol

from the knight’s perspective, it’s “i’m not as [blank] as i appear. i want you know that about me if i know you well and trust you, or i DON’T want you to know that about me if i DON’T know you well. the reason is that i want to know that i can trust you to avoid turning my insecurity into a Whole Thing”

basically she allows dave to take initiative when HE feels comfortable and confident in sharing the things he’s self-conscious about. this really helps him be comfortable and form a strong bond with her

dave would wrap his arms around her to “ironically” imitate a pair of tangle buddy squiddles (while actually concealing genuine affection basically unbeknownst to himself) but he winds up looking just a little too into it for just an “ironic” bit yall……

jade is slower to realize her deeper feelings since she shows love to everyone (so long as theyre deserving of it!!!) it just hits her one day that she actually Likes him in a special way, while for dave it is more dynamic and gradual but very on the downlow, expressed in creative acts and services

once dave actually recognizes he’s really caught feelings for her down the line, dave and jade happily do the tangle buddies hug all the time. its like their handshake. its their weird couple thing

these two when together as a unit they do not give a shit about what other people think of them

this shit lol:

Creative Fucking Powerhouse the two of them

davejade ass song to me

jade is quite spacey and super appreciates dave’s level-headedness and steady pragmatism while at the same time not being a rigid stick in the mud about it. for example when they were acting as each others’ server players dave was advising her but it was appreciated by jade

sorry its just literally socionics duality LITERALLY THIS IS THEMMM (also i spent WAY too much time making these graphics and integrating texts from multiple sources please appreciate it)

fittingly with that, as ouroborista writes about the opposite space-time aspect dichotomy,

Space and Time are the fundamental Aspect pair. Their job is to make shit take place. To create novelty. Between them they span not only all of existence but also the inseparable twin approaches of any creative project. Space goes for breadth, for ideas, for expansive, holistic input, while Time goes for needlepoint focus and a rapid-turnover ability to pull through on the prompt. There’s a reason why these are the two Aspects necessary for any successful session of SBURB.

jade is literally always having a little giggle about him. dave is a funny guy. lame court jester ass boyfriend

he’d draw his post-ironic fursona and show it to her with the usual deadpan expression on his face, eyes obscured by his shades. but jade will look at it and when he sees her smile and laugh it makes it all worth it. his cheeks feel warm and he’ll smile slightly like “heh heh”. dave the type to smile like an idiot over anything jade does like his mouth keeps making a thin line and hes trying to fight it but . Jade

dave thought jade looked absolutely stunning in her 3 in the morning dress his mouth probably stupidly hung open the tiniest amount seeing her after swapping into it

of course she only wears it for what she considers "very special occasions"…..spending time with dave seemed to be a very special occasion :)

jade think dave looks sharp in his suits!!

imagine jade adjusting daves crooked bowtie and lapel and his palms start to sweat and he darts his eyes from behind his shades and chews the inside of his cheek she making him nervous bro 💯

jade is definitely the teaser and dave is the teased. still i dont think jade teases dave as much as john and rose which is why he feels more comfortable opening up to her about his shit. her teasings are much lighter and inconsequential

despite how funny and informal he is dave is a classy well-put-together romantic. he is responsible and harmonious in how he choses to present himself. remember when he got secondhand embarrassment from rose when she was drunk before her date with kanaya and he suggested to her and kanaya that the two reschedule? … he’d NEVER do something like that. sober. suit is ON. hair is neatly combed. he is right on time, not too early not too late, and his first words are “yo whats up”

dave has this designated driver energy about him

after dogtiering jade’s dog ears can perk and flatten, adding even more expressiveness

jade has so many hobbies and interests i think she’d get dave into horticulture somehow unironically

theyre both the kinda mf to ask “would you still love me if i were a worm”

dave’s hands are warm

jade’s skin can be cool to the touch in some places like the back of her arms or shoulders and dave places his hands there to warm them. or by rubbing them or something

idk just some associations space is cool and time is warm to me. the vaccuum of space is cold and time is associated with gears which are associated with generating heat and dave’s classical element is fire and jade’s is earth and her planet is initially covered in snow and daves is covered in lava idk…. just makes symbolic sense i guess but its also cute in its own right

dave would love going to the beach with jade on earth c cause the ocean is so boob i mean boob i mean boob i m,ean boob i mean SHIT . blue. blue

this Fucking animation bro

she infodumps about science and he sits his ass down to listen

jade does this (excuse the fact that the url is roselalonde)

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝔻𝕒𝕪!!!

Mothra sighed as the sea breeze tickles her fur while her eyes glanced at the beauty of the sunset. This usual routine helps her mood calm after spending weeks helping the humans and checking the Titans together with Godzilla, and wondering about Battra's current status of his people and his priestess.

Why did she have to go here?

Well, simple.

When she arrived on her temple one noon, the Shobijin, her priestesses, told Mothra that Godzilla would like to meet her at sunset, pointing the direction where she's heading. Thanking them, she fly away from the deep emerald forests to the majestic blue ocean. She headed towards the South Pacific Ocean for a few hours and finally found the destination: an island rather. It is full of lushful vegetation, such as there were no single speck of damage from Titans or human settlement.

Back to the present, Mothra wondered where was Godzilla. Maybe he has something to deal with other Titans?

While her thoughts clouded on her people and the priestesses she needed to do, she did not notice or feel a presence near her.

Suddenly, something fell on her fluffy head, which she was startled. Picking it up and brought close to her face, she saw a large flower crown decorated with vines and all, and it seems there's no such thing as poisonous of this thing. Who did-

Then she heard a cute chitter, and a low snicker behind.

The Queen spun around to see above the cliffs, none other than her King and husband, Godzilla. Alongisde a larva almost the size of her own, but different.

"Goji? Astra?"

"Mommy!" Mothra Astra ran to the other side of the cliffs towards her, giving a warm hug, which the Queen hugs back.

"Did you..." She held the flower crown. "...do this?"

The young soon-to-be Queen of the Monsters nodded enthusiastically.

"Uh-huh! Daddy was the one who finds flowers and plants and then I made this for you! It's a special gift before my metamorphosis state tomorrow."

Mothra made a look to Godzilla, who shrugs back. "Did you and my daughter...just-?"

The King raised his hand in an attempt to avoid his wife's inner anger and suspicious.

"I left our daughter to the Shobijin and traveled to Hollow Earth all by myself, then I went back to the surface world and pick her up before ending here. Our Princess here is quite skillful of making this flower crown."

Mothra sighed. Of all times, she will make sure none of some damn business would've talk about her child's wellbeing all because of their overprotectiveness and attentive care. But, was impressed yet happy about the gift she appreciated.

"Ooooohhhh look! Pretty sunset!" The young larva pointed her stubby arm towards the beautiful sunset, casting a colors of orange, peach, and pink to purple highlights.

Mothra chuckled. "Yes it is, sweetie..."

Godzilla stomps his way to his wife, adjusting his position, his arm bringing closer to his wife and his daughter. He gently pick the flower crown from Mothra's limbs, before he placed it on her head. The Queen looks at her husband, their eyes sparkled in love and purity. As if it was hypontizing their consciousness, the two leaned over for a passionate kiss. Mothra Astra, however, found this disgusting yet cute at the same time, her cheeky face turned red, before she buried herself on Mothra's fluffy chest. The two ended over their kiss, as they leaned their heads down to their child, chuckling lightly at her antics.

As the last ray of the sun faded into a twilight, the King and Queen looked each other one more time before glancing above the stars, feeling the presence of their ancestors looking down below.

"You're gonna have a big day tomorrow, sweetie." Mothra whispered to her daughter, who now falls asleep due to the warmth of their bodies.

"I can't wait for you to become beautiful and divinely moth you are just like my Queen..." Godzilla thought aloud, a warm smile spread across his face.

The three admired the beauty of the twilight as it is replaced by dazzling stars.

A single bright star - the brightest of them all - is seen twinkling above the heavenly beauty, accompanied by a celestial voice, humming peacefully of the majestic tapestry of the skies...

~•☆•~

SSSSSSSSUUUUUURRRRRRPPPRRRRRIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Happy Mother's Day y'all mothers and grandmothers!!!

Here's my special gift for you! We have flashbacks to Mothra Astra's story and special surprises!

What do you think?

Likes, reblogs, and comments are free to express, but no hates and flames please!

I hope you love my art!

I only own my OC: Mothra Astra!

Enjoy!

~ @adm-starblitzsteel-4305 🌟

[blood-mocha-latte]

~ HBO WAR ASK GAME ~

created and chosen by poll vote. for band of brothers, generation kill, the pacific, and masters of the air. if you haven't seen one of the shows, do not include them in your answers :)

a. make a moodboard/edit/headcanon for who you think is underrated for any of the shows.

b. between all four shows, which one do you think did the best job of creating a storyline?

c. which show did you enjoy, but don't engage with the fandom of?

d. what was a character arc in any of the shows that left you unsatisfied?

e. what was a character arc in any of the shows that you loved?

f. rank all four shows in order of favorite to least and explain why.

g. masters of the air and generation kill both seem to have more discourse surrounding them than the other two. which did you enjoy more, and why?

h. if there was going to be another hbo war show, what would you like for it to focus on in history and why?

i. tag some of your closest mutuals and choose a show portrayal from any of the miniseries' that reminds you of them.

j. do you read fic for any of the shows? if so, rec a few of your favorites.

k. which books, if any, have you read for any of the shows?

l. would you say the hbo war fandom is more or less hectic than your previous/other ones?

m. what do you think is the best quote of each show?

n. if you create content, which show do you have the most wips for? choose one to talk about in depth.

o. say something nice about a ship that you don't understand.

p. what's a headcanon you have for any one of the shows?

q. acknowledge something nice about your least favorite of the hbo war shows.

r. do you engage in overall fandom events? (gift exchanges, appreciation weeks, etc.) why or why not?

s. tag a blog you don't often interact with, but love the content they make.

t. if you had to name a pet after any one character from any one shows, what would it be and why?

u. acknowledge a flaw in your favorite of the hbo war shows.

v. post a snippet/wip/headcanon involving any one of the shows.

w. what's an hbo war url that you like/would change to? if you have an hbo war url, why did you choose it?

x. choose one screencap of any of the shows that you would frame and put on the wall.

y. what's a wip (edits, art, fic, etc.) you have for any of the shows that will never see the light of day?

z. tag some of your favorite artists/writers/editors in the fandom and give them a compliment.