#Scott “Full Metal” Carter

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February - Established Long Distance Relationship

Pairing: Brock Reynolds

Warnings: Deployments, Care Packages

Words: 943

Summary: Brock and the team get surprises during mailcall while on deployment in J-Bad.

In a Discord group I belong to, there was a post for a "Year of the OTP" challenge for 2023.

Disclaimer: This is fanfic work; no money is being made from this story. All recognizable characters belong to their respective creative authors, studios or producers.

Masterlist

“Mail call you clowns,” Sonny yells as he joins the guys around the fire pit. He opens the mailbag, “alright, let's see what we have for Bravo Team.” Reaching in, he pulls out a medium size box, “Ray, here’s a little bit of home.” He then tosses it over to him. He reaches in and grabs the next package, “bossman, it looks like the kiddos sent you something too.” On the next grab, he pulls out some letters, “heads up,” he shouts, and when Trent and Metal look at him, he flings the letters to them. They each catch them before they have a chance to hit the floor. He stuffs the last letter into his back pocket as it’s addressed to him. Shaking the bag, he realizes there is one more package inside; when he pulls it out, he grins, “looks like someone is sending Brock and Cerberus some love too.” He then tosses it to the man in question. 

There is some friendly teasing as Ray and Jason open the packages from their families. Emma and Mickey had mailed their father a card, chocolates, seeds for his vegetable garden, and baby wipes. Now Naima and the kids had sent Ray some homemade cards, cookies, drawings, candy, and baby wipes. 

“So, Broccoli, whatcha get?” Sonny asked.

Causing the other guys to look in Brock's direction as he finishes cutting tape on his box, he chuckles; it’s a heavy-duty heart-shaped Kong toy and a jar of all-natural peanut butter. On the lid is a heart-shaped sticker and the name Cerb. Brock whistles, and Cerberus gets up, stretching lazily while yawning, ambling over to his handler, and sitting by his feet. 

Brock takes his knife, spreading a glob of peanut butter on the Kong Toy before handing it to Cerberus, who sniffs it briefly before biting it and retreating to his spot near the fire pit.

Digging back into the package, he pulls out a Ziploc container of homemade chocolate and peanut butter chip cookies, a container of baby wipes, a small container of homemade dog treats, a new hard copy of his favorite book ‘The Martian,’ a homemade DVD and a card in an envelope.

“Who’s sending you all those goodies, Broccoli?” Sonny asked from his seat next to Brock, eyeing the container of cookies.

“Not to mention, who knows your pup so well?” Trent asked, nodding at Cerberus, who was still munching on his toy. 

“Spill brother,” Metal’s low, gruff voice causes Brock to jump a little as he comes up, setting a bottle of beer next to his camping chair. 

Brock rubs the back of his neck; he smiles at the guys and places the package on the ground leaving the book and card on his lap. He then looks at all of the guys, “Keep your paws off of my cookies, or I’ll sick the hair missile on you. You’ll be his training dummy.”

Opening the card, he can’t help but smile when he reads the contents,

Cracking the book's cover, he places the card inside, flips the pages, and stops at page 316. Lying between the pages is a 3D ultrasound image. He picks it up, taking in all of the child’s features. Brock is so lost in thought he doesn’t see Trent get up to grab snacks. 

“Cute kid, you gonna be an uncle?” Trent asks, seeing the picture.

Brock grins at the man, “Nah, man, I’m gonna be a dad. This is my kid.”

Everything around the fire pit stops; the guys look at him. 

“What’d you just say, Broccoli?” Sonny asks his Texas accident even thicker than usual.

Picking up the image and showing it to the group, “I said I’m gonna be a dad.” Noting writing on the back of the image, “make that a girl, dad. This is a picture of my daughter.”

Ray smiles at him, “welcome to the club, brother. There is nothing quite like it.”

Jason nods his head in agreement, unsure of what else to say.

“So, who’s the baby momma Broccoli? Can’t believe you finally managed to get some and didn’t tell us?” 

Brock growls at Sonny, “my daughter isn’t the result of some one-night stand. And trust me, man, getting some has never been a problem.” 

Sonny holds up his hands in surrender.

“So you’re saying you have a girlfriend?” Clay asks, giving Sonny a reproachful look.

“Not what I said either,” Brock replies with a shoulder shrug.

“Quit being cryptic, dog boy. Tell us what’s going on.” Metal states before taking a swig of his beer.

“My wife is the one who is pregnant. It wasn’t exactly planned, but not unwanted either. We found out the week before the deployment that she’s pregnant.”

Trent tilts his head, “since when are you married?”

“We got married two days after returning from our last deployment to J-Bad. It was just us, the dogs, a JP on a floating dock in False Cape State Park at sunset.”

“So, almost a year and a half?” Trent clarifies.

Brock shrugs, “that sounds about right?”

“Dogs?” Clay questions.

“We couldn’t exactly get married without Cerberus and Artemis. Before you ask, Artemis is a two-year-old sable German shepherd.” Brock replied.

“How long have you guys been together?” Trent asks.

“We met just before I went through BUDs. We’ve been together ever since.” Glancing down at his watch, he does the calculations in his head for the time difference to Va Beach. “This has been fun, ladies, but I’m going to go call my girls.” Grabbing his things, he whistles, and together he and Cerberus head to their hootch to make a video call home.

Note:

The letter in this story was written in Dutch. I decided since that is the language he gives Cerb commands in, he picked it because he speaks it, and so does his wife. Here is a close approximation of what the letter says. I had a friend of mine do the Dutch translation.

Hey Babe, I’m missing you and our furry kid. The bed is cold without my two heat sources. Here are a few little things for when you get a minute of downtime. Only a few more weeks and this deployment will be over; we can’t wait to have you home. I had a new ultrasound technician at my last appointment, and she accidentally spilled the beans on our March surprise. So if you look at the page corresponding to that date, you will know too. That being said, when you come home, you better have a list of names ready. Love you, Babe

#“Year of the OTP” challenge for 2023 #Seal Team #Bravo Team #Brock Reynolds #Cerberus #Trent Sawyer #Scott “Full Metal” Carter #Sonny Quinn #Jason Hayes #Ray Perry #Clay Spenser

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just a friend

ngl this took me probably two weeks to finish BUT IT’S HERE NOW

this is my first proper smut so please be kind to me (🧍🏼) and feel free to give tips🕺🏼

there’s too little full metal appreciation in this fandom and since i absolutely love him to death i just needed to write that🫡

also, thanks to my amazing beta @bumblebeesfromvenus !! she helped massively with this hehe.

word count: 3.8k

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“She’s just a friend.” That’s what he told his friends when they asked about you, that’s what he told himself every single time he caught himself thinking about you.

“She’s nothing important.” That’s what he tried to burn into his brain even though he knew he’d always find his way back to you; it didn’t matter if he wanted to or not.

You were his drug; he couldn’t—and didn’t want to—live without you. He knew he would go crazy and jump into life head first.

When he sees you flirting with a man at the Bulkhead one night after he—once again—dumped you, his ability to think shuts down completely. He sees red, the grip around his beer bottle tightening. He’s never seen his knuckles that white.

“You good Metal?” Jason asks, concern swinging in his voice as he glances at his friend. “You look a bit pale.”

“‘m fine,” he grumbles while he tries to rip his gaze from you but it was like you’d cast a spell on him; he could practically smell your perfume even if you were over at the bar.

“Well,” Jason grunts and stands up. “You need a ride home?”

“Nah,” Scott swirls around the beer in his bottle. “I have my own car here. You can go.” He doesn’t pay his team leader a glance. He only has eyes for you.

“Then I’m wishing you a good night. Don’t be up too late, deployment’s not long away,” Jason warns before he gives Scott a pet on the shoulder and leaves. Now he was on his own.

He can‘t help but keep his eyes on you, waiting for the man to disappear. You were his; his only and he wouldn‘t lose you to some wannabe Private who thinks he’s better than the rest.

When he sees the man get too close to you for his liking he stands up with a grunt and struts over to the bar. He pushes him away and straightens his back to his full height. „Back off,“ he hisses, his fists clenching at his sides.

The Private angles his head to look at Scott and slightly swallows. Then he tries to glance at you but you’re only looking to the ground, more than ashamed. This was your chance to get laid and he just blew it. You knew you shouldn't have come here. It was risky coming to this bar. He was a frequent customer here, but it was too late now and your bad decision making skills came to bite you in the ass.

“Scott,“ you shake your head while gently pushing him away. „Leave him alone. This is none of your business.“ You glare at him but he makes no indication to move. Then you sigh and roll your eyes. „I‘m sorry Mark, I‘ll handle this,“ you tell your companion, your hand lingering on his bicep.

Scott feels like his head will explode. He was the only one you were allowed to touch like that. That excuse of a man was nothing compared to him. How did he even catch your attention?

You glare at Scott before you grab his arm and pull him along outside. Once you’re sure no one will hear you you look at him with an angry expression. „What is your problem? Why can‘t you just leave me alone?“ He doesn‘t say anything, which only makes you angrier.

„Seriously Scott, you told me what you think of me the last time we met, you don‘t have the right to play cock blocker for me now!“ Again, he doesn‘t answer and you feel your frustration growing. He only stares at you, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Oh my god!“ you exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. „You‘re being ridiculous, really!“ You shake your head as you try to pass him but then he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

“He doesn‘t know how to treat you,“ he says in a low voice, his head bending down to look at you. „He doesn‘t deserve you.“

You huff and push his hand off you. „And you do?“

“Yes, I do.“

You stare at him for a second before you break out laughing. „Good joke, I’ll give you that.“ Then your gaze hardens again. „You don‘t know shit about me Scott. You never did.“

You turn to walk away again when he starts to speak up: „Your favorite color is red because the soccer team you grew up watching wears it. Whenever you’re nervous you fiddle with the ring on your left hand and when you’re excited you can‘t keep your feet still. You put salt in your coffee because you’re convinced that it’ll taste sweeter that way.“

You spin around, your eyes wide as you stare at him. How did he-

“Your favorite band is ABBA and you love to sing their songs when you shower. Also, you only eat pizza cold because according to you it tastes better that way.” Scott cocks his head then he slowly walks towards you. You swallow, unable to move.

“Do you really think I don’t know you?” he questions in a low voice when he finally reaches you, his calloused fingers lifting your face so that you properly look at him. „I know more about you than you might think… That's why I also know he isn‘t your type, is he?“

You try to avoid his gaze but he’s having none of it. „Look at me when I talk to you, c‘mon,“ he murmurs and you know that you can‘t not listen to him. So you do what he tells you to. „Just like that…“ he smirks.

„Why are you doing this?“ you question, the conflict you were fighting right now clearly showing in your eyes. „Why are you pushing me away, just to come crawling back to me?“ You can see his body tensing and before you can say anything else his lips crash against yours, his hands moving to your hips.

At first you’re perplexed, wanting to push him off you; this argument wasn’t finished but when he pulls you even closer into his bruising grip you’re a goner—once again.

You pant against his lips when he breaks the kiss and your hands fist his shirt. „You wanna, uh- take this to a room?“ you ask in a raspy voice and one second later he leads you to his truck and speeds away with you in his passenger seat.

-

You both stumble into Scotts apartment—kissing. He immediately pins you against the door, his fingers fiddling with your blouse. „Take it off before I rip it,“ he almost growls and you comply. With shaking hands you undo button after button under his watchful eyes.

Once the blouse is tossed aside he’s all over you again and you start to play with the hem of his shirt. „It‘s only fair you take yours off too,“ you mumble against his lips while your hands travel over the scarred skin of his abdomen.

Scott smirks as he steps away from you and pulls his shirt over his head. „Happy now?“ He cocks his head and you nod, your bottom lip between your teeth.

„Definitely happy; now come here.“ You step towards him and pull him down by his neck. Your lips clash again and his tongue slips in your mouth. You let out a muffled moan out at that and tilt your head back.

With skilled hands he lifts you up—his hand resting beneath your thighs—and walks straight to the bedroom. He carefully tosses you onto the bed and is all over you in a matter of seconds to start kissing you again.

“‘m gonna show you you don’t need anyone else,” he whispers against the skin of your throat, his hand beside your head to hold his weight. “‘m gonna fuck you so good you can’t help but come back to me.”

You let out a choked breath and bury your fingers in his short strands. “Please, Scott,” you whimper.

„Please what?“ he gives you a cocky grin as you feel an all familiar heat in your lower stomach. „Gimme words, love.“ His fingertips skim over your naked stomach and make you shiver. „Tell me what you want.“ They reach your jeans and without taking his eyes off you he opens them.

With gentle hands he lifts your hips up and pulls your pants off you. „Look at you,“ he coos. „So needy.“ As you writhe beneath his gaze, embarrassingly touch starved.

He starts to trail kisses from your chest down to your belly button, glancing up at you through hooded eyes. He has a painfully hard boner but tonight was all about showing you why you couldn’t leave him; no matter how often he pushed you away or you tried to leave on your own.

„Sc—Scott,“ you whine while your hands find their into his hair again, pulling at the strands. That rips a deep moan out of his throat and you feel yourself shudder. „Please.“

He chuckles against your skin and hooks one finger under your panties. „Patience,“ is all he says before he pulls them down and tosses them over his shoulder. „So wet already.“

He decides to tease you just a little more by kissing the skin around your dripping cunt, making you cry out for him. „Please,“ you beg but his big arms curl around your thighs to keep you still.

“Patience,“ he says again, continuing to kiss everything but your clit…

Scott can feel your frustration growing and he’s feasting on it. He loves seeing you fall apart for him, knowing he’s the only one who gets to make you feel like that.

And when he feels that you’re getting lost in all his teasing he decides to gently rub his thumb over your clit. Your body jolts at the sudden contact and you let out a breathy moan.

He smirks as he continues to kiss your thighs while his thumb on your clit fastens. „You like that?“ he asks, glancing up at you just to see you with your eyes shut, a tear or two glistening on your cheek.

He stops and pulls back. A frustrated whine rushes past your lips and you force your eyes open to look at him. „I asked you something,“ he cocks his head. „You like this? You want me to continue?“

You nod with an already shaking body but he doesn’t take it. “Words, dear. Gimme words.”

“Y-Yes,” your voice trembles with a sob and his thumb immediately returns to its business.

You can feel him smirk against the skin of your thighs. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” His stubble is surely irritating your skin but you don’t care. You’re only focused on your pleasure and his hands; and, fuck, did he know what he was doing.

“Please, please,” you beg when you feel how he inserts one finger and you squirm. “Scott, please.” But he doesn’t listen to your pleas, only keeps rubbing your clit and pumping his finger into your dripping cunt.

“I’ll make you fall apart,” he promises as he ruts his hips against the mattress to create some friction on his dick. God, he needed you so but he told himself he’ll make you come at least once, on his tongue or his fingers, before he fucks your brains out.

Tears gather in your eyes as you fist the bed sheets, crying out for Scott and your pleasure. You beg and beg and beg, your clit already swollen from the way he was rubbing and pinching it.

“Fuck,” you sob, throwing your head back and arching off the bed. “Please let me come. Please Scott.”

“You want to come?” he coos before he starts to suck on your clit, sending you to whole new dimensions. His tongue‘s flicking over your nub, making you cry out for him again.

You could feel that knot in your stomach tightening, almost snapping. „Fuck, right there,“ you stutter, followed by a loud moan. „Yes- right- Oh my god!“

Scott looks up at you the moment he starts to stimulate your g-spot. His eyes darken at your reaction and he’s certain he‘d come completely untouched at the sight.

Your body tenses and your vision fades to black when your orgasm finally ripples through you with such a force that you fear you‘ll pass out for real.

Scott only stares at you as if you‘d hung the stars, the moon and the sun. He knew he loved you but…he didn‘t want to admit it. He wasn‘t supposed to feel anything, especially for you…

As you look at Scott with hooded, tired eyes the fire in the pit of your stomach returns. You need the real thing. Now.

Your hands reach out for him, pulling him up by his face to kiss him, the faint taste of you on his tongue.

You decide to let your hands wander down his chest to his jeans. You opened them while he moans into the kiss and bucks his hips into your hand.

When you finally manage to pull his dick out of his boxers, pre cum is already dripping down the shaft and you lick your lips at the sight. “I got you all riled up, didn’t I?” you chuckle and kiss him again.

“Only for you darling,” he pants against your lips before he pulls back to properly get rid of his pants and boxers. He can feel you watching him and smirks. “You like what you see, huh?”

You nod and pull your bottom lip between your teeth. This man was doing things to you, oh god…

When he crawls over you once again, he holds his weight on one arm beside your head while he uses his other to pull your thigh up and wrap it around his waist.

“Gonna fuck you so good,” he promises as he kisses down your neck, teasing you once again. “You’re gonna be good for me, right?”

You eagerly nod, unable to wait any longer. “Please Scott,” you whine, your hand reaching down between you two but he’s quick to grab it, pining it above your head.

“Tsk tsk,” he shakes his head. “You’ll take what I give you love,” he tells you in a whisper, his lips brushing the shell of your ear which causes you to moan. “Just like that.”

When he finally pushes his cock inside your wet cunt you can’t stop the strings of moans leaving your lips. “Oh- oh god,” you cry out.

“No god here darling. Only me,” Scott says with a cocky grin, his eyes fixated on you. Slowly he sinks further into you with a groan. “You’re taking me so good,” he praises you, bending down to kiss you. “Only for me, right?”

You nod again, already a moaning mess before he even properly started to pound into you. “Only for you.”

“That’s right,” he rasps out when he starts to move his hips, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room in a matter of seconds. He groans and curses as he pounds into you, one hand on your thigh to keep them around his waist.

You shut your eyes, mouth wide open as his cock bullies in and out of your pussy, letting you see stars. Scott knew what to do to get your body onto new heights; he knew you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry, tears already brimming in your eyes from the brutal pace he was setting.

His grip on your thigh was bruising, his short nails digging into your skin. But, you were too focused on your pleasure, his cock, his body. You could worry about the bruises later…

“Look at you,” he groans. “All pretty and fucked out for me.”

Your legs quiver as you cry and your hands claw at his shoulders, not knowing where up and down was. “Fuck, so- so good,” you moan, yelping as he suddenly picks you up and turns you both around.

He pops his back up against the headboard while his hands slide to your hips, making sure to keep his cock inside you. „Go on,“ he pants. „Ride me darling.“

And you do. God, you didn‘t know you could experience such pleasure. You were bouncing up and down on his thick cock while you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, throwing your head back in bliss.

„Only I can make you feel like that, am I right?“ He looks at you with hooded eyes, his hands squeezing your plush hips. You nod in a haze, your vision already blurry from the orgasm threatening to crash over you.

„Thought you were a good girl,“ he murmurs, stopping your hips from moving. „Are you good for me?“

“Y-yes,“ you stutter, catching your breath while you try to move your hips again but Scott‘s grip is hard and bruising; he makes sure to keep you still.

„Then why are you not using words, huh?“ he wants to know, tilting his head to the side as if his cock half buried in you wouldn’t bother him. You felt like if you‘d move right now you’d come immediately.

When you open your mouth but words won’t come out he starts to smirk. “Say you’re my good girl, c’mon.”

“‘m your-“ he starts to guide your hips down onto his cock again, making you moan out loud. “‘m your…g-good girl.”

“Yea, that’s right,” he pants while you bend down to intertwine your lips in a kiss. „And you’re gonna come for me now, isn’t that right?“ he mumbles against your lips, one hand reaching down to your clit to start rubbing it.

He moans when you clench around him, crying out, „Please.“

“I know, I know,“ he groans, throwing his head back. „Come for me baby. Come on my cock,“ he pants when he feels your walls tighten around him again, letting him see stars.

You whimper and your legs are weak already but you keep riding him, chasing for your release. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you which only causes you to moan even more.

„Scott- Scott!“

„Say my name,“ he grits out. „Say it again love. C‘mon“

And how can you deny him something when he’s taking you to whole new dimensions? „Scott, please,“ you cry, your grip on his shoulders tightening. „Fuck.“

Your hips are slamming down on his cock, the tip of it almost kissing your cervix. And the way he was stimulating your clit drove you closer and closer to the edge.

“Shit,“ he curses when also he finally drives towards his release, trying to hold it back to make you come first but he didn‘t know if he could manage.

„Want you to come inside,“ you rasp out while you look at him, licking your lips. His cock throbs at your sentence.

He stares up at you, not knowing what to say at first. „Want me to knock you up, huh?“ he then asks, his hand leaving our clit to guide your hips up and down. „Do you want my babies so bad?“

You nod and kiss him again, your arms finding their way around his neck to pull him closer. „Want your babies,“ you confirm as you kiss down his neck.

“How can I deny that, mhh?“ he pants while hugging you close to him. With a yelp from you he turns you both around again. Once you’re on your back he grabs your hips and starts pounding into you with a fast and steady rhythm.

You writhe and moan, trying to get a hold of him, but he just takes your hands and pins them above your head without any effort. „You want my babies? You‘ll get my babies.“ He ruts his hips against yours, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.

„Come for me,“ he groans into your ear and you do. You let out a loud moan, pretty sure his neighbors heard it, and your walls spasm around his cock. His one hand starts to stimulate your clit again while he fucks you through your orgasm.

“Just like that. Scream my name, c‘mon.“

„S-Scott, oh my god!“ Your hands struggle under his grip as your whole body shudders. „Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ His cock keeps hitting that spot inside you and for a second you’re afraid you‘ll never get down from this high.

He only pants and grunts, chasing his own orgasm, his thrusts getting sloppy and losing their rhythm. „Gonna fill you up good, baby,“ he promises; seconds later a deep moan rushes past his lips and he paints your walls white.

He stays inside you for a second to catch his breath; then he pulls out and lets himself fall down beside you, his chest heaving.

You glance at him from the side, your vision still blurry but you have a smile on your face. When he turns his head to look at you too, there's also a faint smile on his face.

He doesn‘t say anything, just grunts when he rises from the bed. „‘m gonna get a towel, you wait here.“ He leaves and returns a minute later with a damp cloth in his hand.

With gentle touches he cleans you up, dragging the cloth over your body while he admires it. „You look beautiful,“ he mutters, eying you for a second before he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You smile again and reach for his hand, your thumb caressing his knuckles. „You too.“ His eyes fall onto your almost intertwined hands and he takes yours into his properly.

There‘s something in his eyes you‘ve never seen before. “Come back to bed Scott,” you say while tugging on his hand and he listens.

He tosses the cloth away and climbs into bed beside you. You scoot closer to him, surprised when he puts his arms around you to pull you closer.

You let out a satisfied sigh and let yourself sink further into his embrace. It was rare he showed affection like this, so this moment was important for you.

„I‘m sorry,“ he mumbles into your hair while his fingers trace random patterns onto your skin. „I know I don‘t deserve you…“ You can hear the pain in his voice and glance up at him. „I don‘t know why I can‘t…give you what you need…“ His voice gets quieter at the end and you almost miss it.

“All I need is you Scott.“ You pop yourself up on your elbows so you can look at him better. „I don‘t need anything else.“ Your hand gently cups his cheek. „There‘s a reason I chose you out of all people, you know…“

You can feel how he hesitates, the man who usually was confidence in person suddenly being speechless. “How can you have all of me when I’m always gone?” he questions as he looks at you.

“Well I’m already living like that, no?” you fire back a question with a smile. “As long as I know you’ll return to me I’ll be able to cope with it.” You keep the ‘in a casket or not’ for yourself while you lean in to connect your lips in a slow and tender kiss.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your lips, burying his hands in your hair.

“I love you too.”

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HEY GUYS

I know I'm not around alot, I apologise, real life has been crazy! So many things have happened lately and wow I can't keep up, hopefully will be back to producing fics soon

Been attending a few conventions in Scotland as well.

But I'm looking forward to sitting down and writing things again!

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Sex with Full Metal || Headcanons

Anonymous requested: “ Any chance of a NSFW for Full Metal - I know the show killed him off but I refuse to acknowledge. 😂”

TW: Sex. All sorts of it. Some BDSM elements, foreplay, talks of kinks.

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- Sex with Full-Metal would be rough, in general. Bruises on your hips and thighs are evident as he gripped you, desperate for your center, for his release.

- Huge on hair pulling. He loves to yank you by your hair, pulling your head back to lay on his shoulder. He loves to watch your face as you cum all over him, the pleasure he gives you turning you on.

- Has a high libido when he’s home, but he will not sext. He thinks technology has ruined intimacy, and would rather you wait like a good little pet, than to spoil all the fun.

- He prefers fast sex, he would rather pound into you rather than make love. It doesn’t mean he won’t make sure you feel an intimate connection with him, but he’d rather make you scream while he tells you how good you’re being.

- He won’t use any weapons, and he doesn’t like roleplay. He has to play pretend in the public, making sure his identity isn’t compromised, and just wants to be him, with you.

- Moans and grunts when he cums. He isn’t loud, and gives you no warning. He won’t cum inside you, either, unless you ask him to. He prefers to cum on your ass, seeing it glisten on your skin is something he enjoys.

- Prefers giving head, rather than receiving. He loves to see you squirm, as he pumps his fingers in and out, in and out, quicker and quicker. He would take out his fingers when you were just on the edge, watching you whimper beneath him. 

- He would let you give him head after an op that went well. It was a little celebratory for him, having the weight of the OP melt off his shoulder as you take him into your mouth. 

- Big degradation kink. He would tell you that you were being a good little slut for him, that he couldn’t wait to see you bent over, eager for him to fuck you senselessly.

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[finiteuniverse13]

I made a quiz to determine what SEAL Team character you are! The picture are all incredible (in my opinion) so feel free to post your results in a reblog or comment!

#seal team #seal team cbs #jason hayes #jhb1 #ray perry #rpb2 #sonny quinn #sqb3 #trent sawyer #tsb4 #brock reynolds #brb5 #clay spenser #csb6 #scott carter #full metal #scott full metal carter #sca1 #eric blackburn #ebhavoc #lisa davis #mandy ellis

[lemons-are-tasty]

Spiders...God's Fuck Up

This was inspired by a question asked in my discord server, enjoy!

Spiders....spiders were something Trent was deathly afraid of, not that he'd ever admit to anyone, and when he saw one.....the results were less than pleasant for any near by ears.

The first time Metal ever found out about this fear of Trent's was on one of their rare weekends they didn't have to be anywhere.

Trent was in the kitchen mixing together the pancake mix for some Saturday morning pancakes when all of a sudden he felt a little tickling sensation on his forearm and when he looked down he saw the worst thing imaginable, a spider.

Naturally he screamed as loud as he could and jumped onto the closest surface that brought him up off the floor and that was the counter but while doing this he knocked over the mixing bowl, sending glass and pancake mix all across the floor.

Less then two second later Metal burst into the kitchen holding his gun out, looking for any intruders.

"Trent! What's wrong? What happened?" the expression on Metal's face was a mix between confusion, worry and sleepiness having just woken up.

"Kill it, you gotta kill it Scott" Trent's voice cracked on his name

"What are you talking about?" Trent pointed a shaky finger toward the floor by Metal's sock, where the little spider was crawling along the linoulium floor.

Metal let out a little chuckle because he expected a lot worse with the way his boyfriend screamed but none the less the little spider was quickly scooped up and set gently outside the back patio door.

"Shut up, don't you dare say anything"

Metal let out a little chuckle and pulled Trent into his arms "I'm not saying anything but really babe, spiders? Starting to sound like Sonny there"

"Shut up" Trent grumbled into his chest "We have to clean this up"

Metal looked over his partners shoulder over to the mess on the kitchen floor, deciding it could wait a couple more hours.

"Come on, come back to bed, get a couple more hours with me" Metal was already pulling Trent towards their bedroom and pushing him onto the bed, silencing his weak protests with a kiss and sliding in behind him for some well deserved morning cuddles.

"Go to sleep"

That was the last thing Trent heard before he drifted back off into dreamland.

I hope you enjoyed that, sorry I haven't posted in a while -QMP

#trent+sawyer #trent/full metal #scott full metal carter #spiders #morning cuddles #fluff

[steve-smackdown]

THE MATCHUPS HAVE ARRIVED!!!

There are six brackets of 16, meaning that there are 96 participants in total. Brackets 1 and 2 will come out tomorrow, with brackets 3 and 4 Friday and brackets 5 and 6 on Saturday. Here are the matchups, under the cut:

Bracket 1:

Steve the Chameleon (Phineas and Ferb) VS. The Steve Convention (Phineas and Ferb)

Stephanie Meanswell (LazyTown) VS. Stefan Karl Stefansson (Real Life)

Steve Jobs (Real Life) VS. Steve Cobs (Inanimate Insanity)

Steve “Patch” Johnson (Days of Our Lives) VS. Stefano DiMera (Days of Our Lives)

Steve Rogers (Marvel) VS. Steven Grant (Marvel)

“Stone Cold” Steve Austin (WWE) VS. Steve Austin (The Six Million Dollar Man)

Steve (Wii Sports) VS. Steven (Wii Sports Club)

Steph (Wii Sports) VS. Stéphanie (Wii Sports Resort)

Bracket 2

Steve McQueen (House MD) VS. Steve the Monkey (Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs)

Steve the Vehicon (Transformers) VS. Steve from Accounting (Transformers: Botbots)

Steven Stevenson (Dayshift at Freddy’s) VS. Steve Stevens (Even Stevens)

Uncle Steve (Regular Show) VS. Pizza Steve (Uncle Grandpa)

Steven Moffat (Real Life) VS. Steven Taylor (Doctor Who)

Steve (You, Me, and Steve by Garfunkel and Oats) VS. Steve (Epic Rap Battles of History)

Steve Palchuk (Tales of Arcadia) VS. Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Steve Trevor (Wonder Woman) VS. Stephanie Brown (DC Comics)

Bracket 3:

Steve Burnsides (Resident Evil) VS. Stefano Valentini (Evil Within 2)

Steve Urkel (Family Matters) VS. Steven Keaton (Family Ties)

Steven the Bus Stop (Milo Murphy’s Law) VS. Steel Vengeance [aka SteVe] (Cedar Point)

Steven (Papa Louie) VS. Steve Smith (American Dad)

Eh! Steve! (Homestar Runner) VS. Steve (Tankman)

Steve the Hedge (Over the Hedge) VS. Steve the Red Pikmin (Chuggaconroy)

Stefan Domaschke (Die Wilden Hühner) VS. Steven von Namtzen (Lord John)

Steve Hardy (General Hospital) VS. Stephen Strange (Marvel)

Bracket 4:

The Steve Army (Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series) VS. Steven Steel (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Stevie Nichols (Wizards of Waverly Place) VS. Stevie Nicks (Real Life)

Steve Haines (Grand Theft Auto 5) VS. Steve Hale (Full House)

Ninja Steve (WarioWare: Gold) VS. Steve (NES Open Tournament Golf)

Stephen King (Real Life) VS. Steve (Book Scavenger)

Stevens (Emma: A Victorian Romance) VS. Steeve (Deep Rock Galactic)

Steve McCroskey (Airplane!) VS. Steve McGarrett (Hawaii 5-O)

Steven Armstrong (Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance) VS. Stefan (Fire Emblem)

Bracket 5:

Steve (The Owl House) VS. Steve (Bigtop Burger)

Steve (Minecraft) VS. Steve Carlsberg (Welcome to Night Vale)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) VS. Steve (She Kills Monsters)

Steven Carter (Torchwood) VS. Stefan Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries)

Steve (Blue’s Clues) VS. Steven Spielberg (Real Life)

Steven Franklin (Babylon 5) VS. Steve Jinks (Warehouse 13)

Stephen Bonnet (Outlander) VS. Steve Randle (The Outsiders)

Steve (hi, i’m steve) VS. Stefon Meyers (Saturday Night Live)

Bracket 6:

Steve Stronghold (Sky High) VS. Steven Stone (Pokémon)

Steve (Cucumber Quest) VS. Steve Irwin (Real Life)

Stephen Hawking (Real Life) VS. Steve Harvey (Real Life)

Stevie Wonder (Real Life) VS. Steve Taylor (Coupling)

Stephano (The Tempest) VS. Stephen (Shin Megami Tensei)

Stephen Gevanni (Death Note) VS. Steven Crain (The Haunting of Hill House)

Stephen Stills (Scott Pilgrim) VS. Stephen Sondheim (The Unsleeping City)

Steph (Pride) VS. Steve (Dark Cloud)

quick side note: every matchup from round 4 to round 6 was randomly decided, as i had ran out of connections to make. no matchups were created with the intention to get rid of a character.

#steve smackdown #the matchups

[cfnaivety]

❝ Dream without fear, Live without limits . ❞

        emira esma demir  ›› lawyer  ››  hande ercel   ››   tw: n/a

🇦​🇵​🇵​🇱​🇮​🇨​🇦​🇹​🇮​🇴​🇳

[ Hande Ercel | She/Her ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome EMIRA DEMIR to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 25 year old WITCH, who is one of the SACRIFICED but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be NAIVE, but that’s all a façade to cover up their AMBITIOUS nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to HEAVY METAL by KARLEY SCOTT COLLINS, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world. ( Sushi, 28, EST, She/Her ) *camila’s business partner connection

Character Chart Character’s full name: Emira Esma Demir Character’s nickname: Em, Emi, Mira Birth date: December 21 in New Orleans, Louisiana

Physical appearance Age: 31 How old does he/she appear: 30 Weight: 121 lbs Height: 5′9″ Eye color: Dark Brown Distinguishing marks: N/A Hair color: Dark Brown Hairstyle: Typically curled

Personality Good personality traits: Loyal, Determined, Creative, Adventurous Bad personality traits: Abrasive, Impulsive, Rebellious, Intolerant Life philosophy: “It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was different person then.”

Past Hometown: New Orleans, LA Type of childhood: Childhood was decent, Roxelana grew up in a single mother home. Wasn’t much she could complain about outside of the vampires control over the witches for the first 10 years of her life. Pets: 2 Chinchillas named Craven and Damian; A bearded dragon named Drusilla; A parrot named Edgar Allen Poe; Black cat named Beetlejuice (All are still alive) Dream job: Lawyer Education: High School Graduate, Law School Graduate

Present Current location: New Orleans, LA Currently living with: Jamie Carter and their 4-year-old son, Axel Pets: Doberman Pinscher named Diesel, Black Cat named Beetlejuice Occupation: Lawyer

Family Mother: Aiyla Demir Relationship with her: Stable relationship Father: Ruslan Demir Relationship with him: Complete shit Siblings: Unnamed Demir (Older Brother) Relationship with them: She used to be close to her brother but when she moved to Chicago to attend law school they lost touch and haven't spoken much since Spouse: TBD Relationship with him: TBD Children: Axel James Carter Relationship with them: 4-year-old Son (has 50/50 custody with baby daddy) Other important family members: Camila Delgado and her daughter, Karina (whom she loves like she's her own daughter) Favorites Color: Maroon Least favorite color: Pink Music: Rock, Alternative, Punk Food: Not too picky, will eat generally anything Literature: Thrillers Form of entertainment: Horror and Thriller movies Mode of transportation: Black Chevrolet Equinox

Habits Hobbies: Baking, Painting, Playing with Axel Plays a musical instrument? Piano Plays a sport? Softball, Volleyball How he/she would spend a rainy day: Cuddled up with her dog and son watching movies and baking cookies Smokes: Recreational every now and then, Cigarettes every now and then Drinks: Wine, Whiskey, Tequila, Vodka Extremely skilled at: Baking, Spell casting, Debate Extremely unskilled at: TBD Nervous tics: Bouncing her leg when sitting, biting at her nails, pacing

Traits Optimist or pessimist? Pessimist Introvert or extrovert? Ambivert (A little bit of both) Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil Logical or emotional? Logical Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Disorderly but neat Prefers working or relaxing? Working Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Confident Animal lover? 100% Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: They’re annoying for the most part Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Not even remotely Best friend(s): TBD Love interest(s): TBD Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Camila, Karina, and Axel After story starts: Camila, Karina, and Axel

History

Emira was born to two witches whose families wanted their bloodlines to blend.

Though not in love, her parents tried to make it work, eventually having Emira but once she was brought into it the relationship didn’t really last long.

Her mother never remarried, though she did meet a man that she became involved with

Emira came into her powers at a young age, her mother beginning to teach her and helping her to hone her powers.

Upon graduation (with two years of college already under her belt thanks to dual enrollment), Emira moved to Chicago to attend University of Chicago, earning her undergrad degree, grad degree, and her law degree. It was here that she met her eventual baby daddy, though things didn't end up working out, she's grateful that they stayed cordial for the sake of their son, Axel, whom they share 50/50 custody with. She also met Camila, someone she had known about from back home in her coven but never really actually spoke to. The two hit it off almost instantly and Camila has since become the one constant and important person in her life aside from Axel and Camila's daughter, Karina. Raising their kids alongside each other and opening their partner firm has been nothing less of a dream come true in her opinion.

A year later, Roxy met Jamie Carter after spending an entire day hunting down the man for robbing her small bakery.

About a year ago, Emira was caught by the OEA and sacrificed. Axel has remained in his father's custody and now that she's back, Emira is determined to get her son back as well as put an end to the OEA once and for all, to the point of throwing away her morals to do so.

Wanted Connections

—— PLATONIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

best friends.

childhood friends.

drunk friends, aka two people who do not spend time together sober but get along only when drunk.

enemies to friends.

sibling like friends.

platonic soulmates.

seem like a married couple.

—— ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

flirtationship.

one night stand.

exes on good terms.

exes on bad terms.

first love.

love / hate.

friends with benefits.

enemies with benefits.

—— NEGATIVE CONNECTIONS. ❜

enemies.

former (best) friends.

life long enemies, aka two people who have been enemies ever since they remember but have forgotten the reason for their dislike.

frenemies.

current lover’s ex, former lover’s current partner.

—— MISCELLANEOUS. ❜

have mutual friends but don’t get along.

fitness buddies.

#✦ exitium.intro

[bravo4iscool]

Can I ask, what are your favorite Seal team ships?

sure!

tbf i don’t really do in-team shipping because it just doesn’t ✨get✨, idk but i quite like slay (clay/sonny) and lisa/sonny.

otherwise i just like the friendships they all have, especially brock and trent. they’re the bestest of the besties in my opinion hahaha.

and i love the father-son kinda bond jason and clay have :)

#writing #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #story writing #seal team #seal team paramount #sonny quinn #clay spenser #trent sawyer #brock reynolds #scott carter #full metal #lisa davies #jason hayes

[bravo-four-seal-team]

Halloween Special: GOAT

@chibsytelford @disasterfandoms @jasonbabymama @velvetcardiganbucky @jayhalsteadfan-2417 @pinkrockstar19 @softi92 @thelovelyleo23 @itsonautopilot @theysayitscrazy @rebelwrites @galaxysanduniversesinmymind @alidravana

It's a mini comedy fic, it's not meant to be taken seriously.

“You came!” Jameelah squealed, running to her uncles. 

Each member gave the young girl a hug, though not all impressed as the order was to dress up.  Much to the boys displeasure. 

However it was a family get together as Jameelah and her friends ran around chasing each other playing ‘Navy’, chasing Cerb and Pepper around the backyard. 

Sonny soon spotted two creatures he swore they’d never see again “Yo Metal.” he called, nodding his head towards the tree, this drew Brocks attention as well. 

“Thats cute,” The man smirked.

"This aint fuckign cute." Sonny said, staring ahead, watching as the kids ran around, he turned to look at his brothers who were all staring at him amused, "Don't start, when they start eating your soul i ain't saving you, just be warned."

“Ah fuck.” Metal muttered, moving to get another beer, he was not getting in trouble again. 

“You know that thing is the closest you’ll get to the devil?” Sonny muttered, “look at how it’s watching us, like we’re its next sacrifice, hell people sacrifice it to the devil normally.” he said. 

Trent raised an eyebrow, “Really?” he asked.

“Hell yeah.” Sonny said, “Hell no wonder that breed is endangered.” he added, moving to get out of the sight of the animals in the corner. 

“So….who brought them?” Jason asked as Trent smirked. 

“Its Halloween, couldn’t resist dressing Butthead and Pan as the two idiots that snuck them on the plane.” Trent said, as the team looked to the goats eating the grass, dressed as one Texan and one Murder seal. 

All of DEVGRU received the photo as evidence.

#seal team #trent sawyer #b4writes #clay spenser #jason hayes #sonny quinn #scott full metal carter #brock reynolds #ray perry #eric blackburn #goats mentioned

[disasterfandoms]

Hold On To The Stars ~ A Trent Sawyer x Scott “Full Metal” Carter

This is literally the closest I’m getting to a Trent/Metal gif. Sigh.

A/N: Welcome Back to the series that causes me great pain to write but I adore it so: the murder series! This week I’m stomping on my own heart, because no one is safe! This is a song fic, so if you do please, this is based off of Hold On by Chord Overstreet, and “In the Stars” by Benson Boone.

TW: death, ventilators, life support, angst, tears, suicide mentions

Taglist: @milfdeacon @bravo-four-seal-team @jayhalsteadfan-2417 @chibsytelford @mrsmarvelous1995 @rebelwrites​

This can’t be happening.

He gripped his husband’s hand, rubbing his thumb other the cracked, purple knuckles, watching as the ventilator breathed for him.

It was just a stupid fight, right? He never thought his husband needed any help,

“Hey baby, I know it’s been a while,” he started, speaking in a low tone as he sat down, photo of their wedding day in hand. “It’s been hell without hearing you speak, I miss you so much.”

He couldn’t stop the tears, even if he wanted to. He couldn’t stop thinking about how their daughter, who just turned four months old, would never get to see her Dad again, never get to hear his voice.

“I love you, Scott,” he whispered, his voice crackling from the tears. He wouldn’t stop squeezing his hand, hoping, praying the man before him would squeeze it back. “I know this is the right thing to do,” he continued, “But I need you to fight it, alright? I need you to come home...” he sobbed, laying his head on their hands.

How was Trent going to do this? How could he live, raise their daughter, without Scott? This was his husband, the man he loved more than anyone on this Earth. Metal was the man he’d listen rock their baby to sleep every night, telling her about the stars, the universe and the amazing life he had lead.

He didn’t hear anyone come in, his cries drowning out their footsteps. One by one, though, each member of their team had came in, with Commander Blackburn being the last one in the room. 

They put hands on his back and shoulders, squeezing him to comfort him, remind him he wasn’t alone.

But he was, now. 

He was forever alone, his husband leaving the world, leaving him and their baby girl to leave without him.

He felt the world go dark, the second he heard the flatline.

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8 months later, he walked up the quiet road, letters and flowers in hand. He had been back every week since he passed, to talk about everything and anything.

It amazed him how his husband was still the only person he could tell his problems to.

He found the gravestone, sitting in front of it as he laid the flowers down, his last bouquet sitting where he had left them. If Metal could see him, he would call him a sensitive bastard, for leaving them every time he came.

He paused for a few moments, taking in his surroundings, how serene the landscape was. His mind flashed to the day it happened, how hopeless he had felt since.

“Our baby had her first birthday yesterday,” he continued, taking a swig from the flask in his leather jacket pocket. “Decided on a galaxy theme, like you had thought about when we had her. She points to stars every night, I think she’s trying to find you when she does.”

It took everything in him to keep his composure, shaking his head as he continued, “I found the letters you had left us. You had a flair for the dramatics, you know that?” He couldn’t help but laugh, looking at the envelopes. “I won’t read yours to Charlotte, bring her here in a few years when she can understand.”

He took a few moments of silence, staring at the letter addressed to him. “I’ve never understood why you didn’t let me help you,” he whispered, sighing when he opened the letter.

“My Love,

If you’re reading this, that means I’m gone. Whether that means I ended my suffering, or I died with my men, well, does it really matter?

You and Charlotte were the best things to have ever happened to me, T. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for the years we’ve had together, You may have been a pain the ass at times, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Keep her safe, and happy. And, don’t let her forget me? I know I’ve left when she was young, but I hope I’ve influenced her life, even a tiny bit. 

I’m sorry I won’t be able to hold your hand, or watch her grow. I wish I could have held on, but it was getting too much, it was all just so, so much.

Find someone who loves you, Trent, that you love back. You deserve to find someone who makes all your dreams a reality. I’m sorry it wasn’t me.

I love you,

Scott.”

He clutched the letter to his chest, sobbing as he finished reading it.”I love you,” he bawled, “I love you...”

#seal team #scott full metal carter #trent sawyer #full metal x trent sawyer #death

[imperiumallaboveall]

Watch "SEAL Team - Scott 'Full Metal' Carter - ALPHA 1 - Gladiator" on YouTube

NFT

#Youtube

[theysayitscrazy]

Girl here's somethings for you - Bravo is chaotic, we know Metal LOVES reading and sleeping, he always has a book or is napping, unless hes crushing skulls. He's emotionless and soulless looking, Bravo is a little confused when he shows up to the deployment barbecue with his girlfriend, hes all smiles, she seems quiet and shy, looks like she could break in half if the wind changes directions, Bravo questions the reader over her sanity (bonus turns out shes a bounty hunter, and was a homicide detective but got bored with that job.)

LOL Thanks for this. Got the creative juices flowing IMMEDIATELY.

Metal's Girl

Scott Carter x Reader

Full Metal x Reader

Tag List: @rebelwrites @bravo-four-seal-team @heathermann200

Shoot me a message if you wanna be added to my tag list. 

The sun’s shining, music is blasting, and the beers are flowing. It’s the traditional pre-deployment BBQ at Blackburn’s. Sonny’s grilling at the pit BBQ up the hill, Brock’s tossing a ball to Cerberus; Ray, Trent, Lisa, and Clay are playing a game of corn hole, Blackburn and Jason are sitting near the coolers, beers in hands as they discuss the upcoming Stanley Cup Finals.

The team is all assembled, all except for Full Metal.

“Dude, is Metal coming? Or is he too cool for tradition?” Clay asked the group as a whole.

“Dude is too cool for a lot of things,” Jason grinned.

“He’ll be here,” Trent nodded. “He was waiting for someone.”

“What do you mean, ‘he was waiting for someone’?” Clay asked. “Like he’s seeing someone?” he clarified.

There was a rumble of laughter from the group. “Like Metal could put up with a woman for longer than a night?”

“Does he even have emotions?” Sonny asked from up the hill.

Brock’s eyes got wide, “He’s like emotionless and soulless looking. What do you think the girl is like?”

“Do we know it’s a girl?” Ray asked, looking to Trent.

Trent shrugged, “He said, he was seeing someone a while back. I didn’t ask much more. I texted him a bit ago to see if he was coming. He said he was waiting for Y/N name to get off work.”

Chaos erupted around the backyard, as Bravo all start talking at once. All asking Trent a million questions about Metal’s personal life.

~*~

Bravo was chaos, as usual when Scott pulled up to Blackburn’s his pickup truck. Even from the street, you could see them all yelling and shouting over one another. Your hands were wrapped tight around his arm, and he chuckled when they clenched his bicep a little tighter.

He knew you were nervous about meeting the team for the first time. He talked them up for the last couple months you’d been together. They’d become this larger-than-life entity, that was super important to Scott. Even in their dysfunctional, out of sorts, family dynamic that Scott liked to laugh about in private.

He claimed that he loved riling them up, in subtle ways, so they’d erupt into chaos trying to figure out who had done what and why. You had rolled your eyes at him when he said he pretended to be soulless and emotionless killer. “Cause you aren’t?” you shot back at him.

His smirk was deadly.

Scott looked over at the chaos that was Bravo when he shut the truck off. You got out of the truck and fixed your clothes. A simple sun dress of red and yellow flowers that played nicely with your tan. You had braided your hair back to combat the heat of the day and wrapped a strip of a Bravo Team bandana around the end.

You pulled the end of the braid over your shoulder and played with end of your hair.

Scott looked down at you after walked around the truck to meet you. He took the end of your hair out of your hands and holds your hand, while smiling reassuringly. “No need to be nervous. They’re just a bunch of overgrown puppies. Besides, they’re afraid of me, one look from me and they’ll shut up.”

You laugh and glance over at the group who have notice your appearance and are now watching you two. “Ah shit,” you murmur.

Scott’s hearty laugh puts a shy smile on your face, and you follow him toward the group, gripping his hand tightly.

~*~

“Dude, she’s tiny,” Clay murmurs as they notice Metal pull up with a chick in his pickup truck.

She’s wearing a sundress covered in red and yellow flowers and looks wholesome and pure.

“She looks like she could break in half if the wind changes,” Sonny says in awe.

“She’s like a foot shorter than him,” Jason chuckles.

“Guys,” Lisa admonishes, successfully scolding them with a look.

Blackburn chuckles and breaks away from the group, doing his duties a host, and greets Metal and his girl. “Welcome to the party,” he grins, “glad you could make it, Metal.”

Metal’s grin has Bravo on edge. “Eric, thanks for having us. This is my girlfriend, Y/N,” he introduces.

~*~

You’re eventually introduced to everyone there, all of Bravo and their families and support staff. There’s a lot of names, and you are positive you forgot half of them already, but Scott’s never too far from you and his easy smiles when he glances at you, are reassuring.

You can feel the intrigue in the air. Bravo is in chaos and you’re the cause, they’ve even started questioning your sanity for dating Scott. “I mean, he’s a stone-cold killer,” Sonny tries to reason with you at one point in the night.

You grin and say, “And you don’t kill in your profession?”

Sonny immediately went on the defense. “But like, he enjoys it.”

“Are you sure about that?” you counter.

Sonny is left gaping when Scott comes up behind you and wraps an arm around your waist. You look over your shoulder at him to see him looking down at you with a sweet smile on his face. “Are you causing trouble over here?” he asks.

“Nah, wouldn’t dream of it,” you answer and push up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips.

He meets you halfway and presses a quick kiss to your lips with a smile. Poor Sonny is still gaping as he watches the two of you. Scott chuckles as he turns to him. “You all right there, Quinn?” Scott asks him.

“Yeah,” Sonny mutters and walks away.

You turn and grin up at your man. “Stop fuckin with everyone,” you say as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Can’t help it, it’s too easy.”

~*~

“Dude, I don’t get it,” Clay murmurs as he watches Metal with his girl.

“I know,” Jason chuckles, “He seems so… not Full Metal.”

“He seems happy,” Ray says.

“He said he really likes this one,” Trent explains.

“Huh,” Sonny grunts, watching Scott and Y/N make eyes at each other over by the food table.

“She seems so quiet and shy,” Blackburn adds.

“I tried to ask her if she knew what she was getting herself into with someone like Metal,” Clay admits.

“You didn’t,” Lisa groans.

“She seemed confused. Said ‘Scott was a perfect gentleman,’,” Clay answered.

“A perfect gentleman?” Ray asks, turning to Clay.

Clay shrugged.

“I tried to tell her that he was a stone-cold killer,” Sonny admits.

“The fuck?” Lisa smacks him.

“I tried to tell her about why they call him ‘Full Metal’,” Jason admits.

The guys groan and shake their heads. “What’d she say to that?” Lisa asks, finally on board.

“Metal walked up before I could start. He had this goofy grin on his face and started kissing her. I had to walk away,” Jason admits.

The guys chuckle.

“I did mention to her that he had a bit of a reputation around base,” Lisa finally admits.

~*~

You laugh as you lift the neck of the beer bottle to your lips. You take a sip and smirk at Scott. “Your team is in an uproar tonight,” you tell him as you survey the patio.

His laugh is rich and full as he pulls you against his side. “They’re in chaos tonight. It’s hysterical.”

“You always have to fuck with everyone,” you shake your head.

~*~

As the night winds down to an end, Sonny can’t take the suspense anymore. Metal and Y/N are getting ready to leave and he stops them as they’re gathering their food. “Okay, I gotta know,” he starts.

Metal turns and levels Sonny with dead look, but Y/N’s sweet smile has Sonny turning to her instead. “What’s up Sonny?” Y/N asks.

“I gotta know, how’d the two of you meet?” Sonny asks.       

Y/N grins and shrugs a shoulder. “I’m a homicide detective with Virginia Beach PD. Scott was a… person of interest, in a case I worked last year. He ran, I chased him down and slammed him on the hood of my car. He made a snappy comment, I made a snappy comment, and hauled him in for questioning. Turned out he wasn’t the guy we were looking for, and we had quite a bit in common, so I let him buy me dinner.”

Sonny’s mouth drops open in shock.

“You’re a homicide detective?” Clay questions in awe.

“Yeah, ten years now,” Y/N answers with a coy smile.

Metal grins down at his girl like she hung the moon and says, “She’s good with the handcuffs too.”

Y/N grins up at her man and grabs his hand before she turns back to Bravo as a whole. “Good night. It was nice meeting you all.”

They leave, and Bravo erupts into utter chaos.

“What do you mean she’s a homicide detective?” Sonny shouts.

“Metal was a person of interest?” Jason asks.

“How the hell did she slam him on the hood of her car?” Blackburn questions.

“She’s tiny!” Brock says in disbelief.

Trent laughs. “He was completely smitten by her.”

“Did you see the way he was smiling all night?” Lisa asked.

“Dude’s in love,” Ray added.

“What the fuck is happening?” Sonny shouts.

#Full Metal #Scott Carter #Seal Team #Seal Team x reader #Scott Carter x Reader #Full Metal x Reader #Bravo Team #Alpha One #Crazy Answers #CrazyWrites #Bravo in Chaos #Ask Me things

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Fave Team Guys <3

#she watches #seal team cbs #brock reynolds #scott full metal carter #trent sawyer #the quieters #Brock nursing his seasickness #Full Metal reading about philosophy (the! glasses!) #and Trent doing whatever on his computer #on one hand it's sad they don't have more screen time and dedicated plots but on the other hand they're the only mostly sane and steady ones #ahaha so yeah #just love them #and let's just bless fanfictions for giving us the attention and drama they rightfully deserve

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Soft Spot

MINOR SEASON 4 SPOILERS (sorta)

Pairings- Full Metal (Scott Carter) x reader

Warnings- Character injury, (not death because I refuse to accept what happened).

Your froze, heart dropping into your stomach.

Metal was down.

Your brain wasn’t quite processing what was happening. Bravo six called out the RPG, coms went silent for a minute, and then they were calling for medical evacuation. For Full Metal.

You’d been working for the CIA with Mandy at DEVGRU for about a year. You’d gotten to know the team pretty well especially since both you and Mandy got deployed with them. You cared about all of bravo team, it was hard every time they got spun up but that’s just part of your job. But this was the first time since you started working with bravo that one of them had been seriously injured.

This couldn’t be happening. For some reason you’d never considered a guy named “Full metal” could get hurt like every other person. Metal may have been one terrifying dude, but he was still human like everyone else.

You could understand why everyone thought he was frightening, he certainly looked the part and was definitely not someone to mess with, but he also adored reading was a quite calm and level-headed person. Trent always said that Alpha 1 had a soft spot for you, considering one time you referred to him as “Carter” and you were still breathing.

He had to be fine you thought. Sweat began dripping on your brow. You don’t know what you would do if he wasn’t. Don’t think like that, just take a deep breath, the doctors will do their jobs and he’ll be fine and that it.

Helo had arrived and picked up Metal, Jason and Clay, all three were headed back to the ship now. Shit, how long had it been since the call came in? it felt like seconds ago, in your panic you’d frozen completely. Bravo 1 radioed in to tell havoc that Metal was stable but in bad shape. The medics would be waiting for them to arrive. Your sure Metal would be fine, he’d survived stuff like this before. Part of the job. Just take a deep breath and get back to work. So you did just that, inhaling shakily before turning back to the your screen, nothing you could do for Metal, you just had to trust the doctors.

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Bravo team had just finished clearing the areas and were prepping for exfil, it was mission success. Except for Metal. You hadn’t heard anything after he arrived in critical condition. Surely if he hadn’t made it someone would have been in to tell everyone. Blackburn had just gone to check on him and should be back any second.

You turned back to you work, making sure the rest of the team got home safe until Blackburn came back in, “Doctors say he got here just in time, mostly shallow wounds. It looks like he’s gonna make it.”

You leaned back in your chair releasing a large breath. He was fine, but the rest of the team wasn’t back yet and you couldn’t let him wake up alone so you shut off your work and started making your way towards the sick bay. 

When you got to his room, he was still asleep so you decided to just sit and wait until bravo got back or Metal woke up. You entered the room and stood beside the bed, looking down at the unconscious SEAL. “Please get better,” you whispered, “I can’t stand to see you like this.”

You took a seat in the chair beside his bed and just waited, as you recalled old memories like when him and sonny both fell off their horses during an op, the idea of Full Metal on a horse ,let alone falling off one, always brought a smile to your face. You heard a light groan from beside you. You got up and moved towards the side of the hospital placing a hand on his arm. “Hey, its Y/N. Look try not to move it could rip your stitches.” You didn’t even bother trying to keep the relief from your voice, thank god he was fine. The doctors said he would wake up a piece of you couldn’t believe that until he really did.

He began trying to sit up, still groggy from the meds he’s on but clearly distressed. “Clay…Jase, I need to-“

“They’re fine,” you reassured him, “the team is on their way back to the ship now alright? No need to worry about it.”

“How bad is it?” He asked, closing his eyes and laying back in the bed.

“You’ll live, definitely need some recovery time but the doctors say it was all pretty superficial, you body armor took most of it and you should be back with bravo in a few months.” He stayed silent for a moment, eyes screwed shut. You remained next to the bed, hand still on his shoulder, you couldn’t understand how he must’ve felt, the fear for his brothers and fear he might have been out of operating. You’d seen what sitting on the sidelines could do to operators.

After a few moments of quiet he spoke up, “Please don’t tell the rest of the team.”

“Don’t tell them what?”

“I’m not really made of metal.” He groaned, smile tugging at his lips.

“Well I hate to break it to you, but I’m pretty sure Clay and Jase know that now.” You laughed, “and all the medics who treated you. I’m afraid they may have to go back to calling you Senior Chief Scott Carter.”

“How do you know that?”

“Know what? Your name? Doesn’t everyone?”

“Most people would end up finding out why I keep a shovel and bag of lye in my car if they ever used my full name.” Honestly you thought just Ray and Trent remembered it, even Lisa and Blackburn called him “Metal”.

“I’m assuming the fact I’m still alive has to do with your current medicated and bed ridden state?” You joked.

“No,” he responded, eyes now open and looking at the hand you had on his shoulder, “I said most people, not all.”

You removed your hand, “Sorry I was just glad you woke up, honestly I would’ve hugged you if that would’ve been appropriate.” You cleared your throat and took a step back from the bed, “I’m gonna go let everyone know your awake, see how long it is before Bravo is back. You should go back to sleep.” You walked towards the door, worried you’d overstepped, no one else on the team would’ve touched him that long like that.

“Wait,”

You turned around at the door, “Yeah?”

“I suppose if it would make you feel better, I could suffer through one hug.”

“What?” You asked.

“You heard me, I’m willing to make that sacrifice.”

Before you thought it through you walked toward the sick bed and placed your arms around Metal. This was definitely at least a little inappropriate but it made you feel better. He was fine, he was alive, he was going to get up and operate again.

“Thank you.” He whispered in your ear. “For being here when I woke up.”

“I couldn’t stand the thought of you walking up here alone, wondering what happened after you passed out.” You removed your arms and and sat up straight, still on the edge of the bed. You looked down at him, eyes still watering with relief. You could see see his jaw clench and eyes turn away from yours.

“Please stay here, atleast until I fall asleep and the team is back. Can you… just hold my hand?” He asked, voice taut. “You make me feel better.” He confessed.

“Yeah. I think I could do that” you whispered taking his rough hand in yours, eyes still swimming with tears. The two you stayed that way, you perched on the side of the bed, his hand entwined with yours as he slowly drifted back to sleep.

#seal team #seal team season 4 #full metal #full metal seal team #scott carter seal team #Sonny and Metal both fell off of their horses #Seal Team Season 2 Ep22 Minute 5 #seal team cbs #seal team fanfic

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Hey do you rp? I was just wondering because I desperately want to and no one role plays seal team. Like it's a dying breed atp 😭

i’ve tried rp ngl but it’s not really my cuppa tea😭 i’m sorry but i just can’t see myself doing it🧍🏼

if anyone else who sees this post wants to rp tho hit her up!

#writing #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #story writing #role play #seal team #seal team paramount #jason hayes #sonny quinn #ray perry #clay spenser #trent sawyer #brock reynolds #full metal #scott carter