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junicult · 1 year

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!! the bachelors & hot features they have / things they do

contains ; gn!farmer. written w fem!farmer in mind, but nothing that specifies. established relationship. nsfw. body / facial hair headcanons. suggestive content. mostly sfw w fluff. not proofread.

note ; ok so this is a prompt i made like a year ago on my other blog, so i just decided to bring it here w stardew valley characters!

harvey.

- he’s literally the loml.

- he’s so well groomed, his hygiene is genuinely perfect.

- ofc we know he has his famous mustache, super clean and neat. he trims it every so often to keep it that way.

- and i feel like he can grow a beard, but it doesn’t come in as thick so he decides to just shave it.

- this man has a happy trail 🫡

- a dark, thick patch of hair that trails up to his belly button. it progressively thins the higher it goes, but it’s definitely prominent when he’s wearing low shorts or even just boxers.

- he keeps that nice and trimmed too. i’m tellin you, he’s so clean.

- he also smells so good. whether it be cologne, or just him, it’s so good.

- he’s a boxer briefs kinda guy. they make him feel secure.

- he probably sleeps in a matching pair of pants and shirt. lol.

- but likely during the summer, he’ll end up falling asleep in just his boxers every once in a while.

- this man is the perfect husband.

- wakes up to make you breakfast, makes dinner to give you before you get home.

- on lazy days he’ll clean up the house, make sure it’s all nice and tidy while you work on the farm.

- he recognizes you have a lot to do, so he wants to give you as much as you give him.

- a househusband, if u will.

- he’s a cuddler.

- whether it be just sitting on the couch, watching tv, or lying in bed—he’s cuddling u.

- big spoon, little spoon, wrapped around your body one way or another.

- if he knows you hate cuddling, he’ll be cool about it. but you’ll probably have to compromise and give him something, like his hand holding yours or your head resting against his chest.

- your presence is enough, he just likes to feel you’re there before falling asleep.

- he’s huge on emotional intimacy.

- after a long day, and he gets to just unwind with you, and maybe a glass of wine every once in a while is like heaven to him.

- the type to set up a nice bubble bath with candles and stuff, just so you two can sit and catch up.

- “hm? no, my day was fine. much better now.”

- i’m just saying, harvey, with his hair slightly damp, glasses low on the bridge of his nose, head tilted to the side while listening to you intently, and his body all covered in bubbles. he’s so…

- fuck i love him.

sam.

- a thinner happy trail, but still goes up to his belly button.

- it’s like a slightly darker patch of blonde hair.

- he doesn’t really have to groom it or anything, but he does make sure it’s fairly neat every once in a while.

- he honestly doesn’t really dwell on it though. it’s just there, and since you’ve expressed interest in it, he’s more then happy to leave it.

- i feel like he could grow facial hair, but it always comes in super patchy and thin, so he just shaves it off.

- he honestly prefers it that way too. it just doesn’t look good on him.

- boxer shorts 🤭🤭🤭

- those baggy, plaid shorts that look so fucking good, especially when he wears them low on his waist.

- that’s all he wears to bed lol.

- CUDDLER!!!!!!

- spooning with him is so cute, swear.

- probably bc he wants to strictly be little spoon.

- even if you’re significantly shorter then him, he loves feeling like you’re his little backpack.

- i almost wanna say he moves around a lot in his sleep. it’s really interesting to wake up and see where he’s laying.

- like, he can go to bed with his whole body tucked under the covers, head on the pillow and feet at the end—but he’ll wake up with his limbs hanging off the end and entirely upside down above the covers.

- all of that but somehow he knows not to touch you, so it’s like a little surprise every time you both wake up.

- he absolutely loves pda.

- not an inappropriate amount, but there’s no way he can go even an hour without kissing you somehow when you’re together.

- holding your hand when you’re standing together, leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek just cus.

- he loves going 1 on 1 with you during pool, but mainly because he just loves how sassy you get when you’re winning.

- or, whenever he’s playing against sebastian and he has you by his side cheering him on.

- he feels on top of the world.

- he’s so in love with you, swear.

shane.

- 😵‍💫

- he’s got what i’d like to say is a dad bod.

- round tummy, large arms, broad shoulders. he’s attractive in a realistic sense, and he may not be incredibly confident, but your attraction to his physique makes him a lot more self assured.

- especially when your eyes wander a little when he takes off his shirt, and he can mask his flattery with a teasing comment.

- “wanna take a picture?” so smugly, just so he can see your lips purse and you immediately look away.

- *sweats* h-happy trail….

- it’s thick; and dark, and not necessarily groomed, it just kinda grows one way & he doesn’t really touch it.

- literally 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

- not to mention he also definitely has chest hair, but not enough that it’s disgusting, y’know?

- and he has facial hair.

- just subtle scruff all around his chin and jaw, mainly because he couldn’t care enough to shave but also bc he knows you like it.

- that’s about all he can grow, anyways.

- it’s extremely (and i mean EXTREMELY) rare he’d shave, but on the occasion he does…

- tease him about it.

- loves when you rub your fingers against his cheeks, especially when you’re sitting in his lap just like, “it’s so soft, you look prepubescent.”

- he doesn’t, not in the slightest, but it’s still funny to see him swat your hand away and his face gets all red.

- after u got married and he got better with his addiction, i’d like to think he became much help on the farm.

- you need trees chopped? he’s ur guy.

- clean the chicken coop? obviously.

- maybe even sometimes if you’re not feeling good, you can bet he does everything you need for you.

- so his body definitely builds from that, but don’t fear! he’s still got his chub.🫡

- he sleeps in boxer shorts also.

- that or some pants, but never a shirt.

- if he’s wearing a shirt in bed, something’s seriously wrong with him. that, or it’s like the dead of winter (but even then it’s so rare.)

- this dude is like a FURNACE at night. he’s literally radiating heat just by laying there.

- and he’s not an initial cuddler.

- he loves you, but he likes his space getting ready to fall asleep.

- but i can promise you, somehow during the night he’ll end up wrapped around you entirely, squeezing u and practically lighting you on fire w his body heat.

- it’s endearing, tho.

- no matter how much he says he hates cuddling, he still ends up like that somehow (so who’s to say he really hates it?)

sebastian.

- 🤭🤭🤭

- lean build, pretty skinny.

- super pale too, and i’d like to think he has a ton of random freckles spotting across his body.

- not very many on his face cus he doesn’t get much sun (lol) but yeah, little moles here and there.

- his skin is also super smooth all the time for some reason.

- he’s not weak by any means, lowkey sleeper build except nothing really comes out when he uses his muscles LMFAO.

- like, if you give him a bunch of logs to carry that are really heavy, you expect him to only grab a few, not the whole bunch.

- and he can carry it effortlessly. it’s easy to forget he’s genuinely strong.

- but anyways, he doesn’t have chest hair or a happy trail.

- no facial hair, either. literally none. he’s just never been able to grow it, and he’s actually totally fine with that lol.

- his pubic hair is so well groomed, and that isn’t even by cause. his hair just naturally looks like that.

- a small dark patch around his shaft, fairly short but still just utterly average.

- if he whipped his dick out, you wouldn’t be shocked or anything.

- he strictly wears pj pants to bed, no shirt.

- he has veryyy subtle definition in his abs, so subtle you’d have to squint to see it.

- and he’s the kind of guy that (if he wanted to) no matter how hard he tried to get bulkier, it just wouldn’t work.

- he’s just genetically a pretty lanky guy, and while growing up he was embarrassed by it, right now he couldn’t care less.

- he’s grown to be more confident in himself after being with you.

- this man loves being praised, and when you reassure him he’s the ideal man for you.

- “you look so handsome today. did you do something with your hair?” hearing that first thing in the morning, when he didn’t even do anything & he actually doesn’t feel super attractive at the moment: yeah he’ll be thinking about that for weeks.

- it makes him feel so good whenever you randomly shoot one-liners that’ll catch him off guard like that.

- like in passing during a busy day, you’re just coming up to check on him for a couple minutes and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

- “you make it so hard for me to stay on task all day.” you sigh, grinning when he clearly gets all flustered.

- and he may not be as bold as you, but he has his moments.

- “mm, what if you just stayed in bed with me today?” “wish you’d stop pulling away whenever you feel gross, y’know it doesn’t bother me.” 👀👀

- this probably doesn’t need to be said, but i’m gonna say it anyways,

- he doesn’t like pda. the most he’ll do is hold your hand if you’re in public together, maybe kiss you on the cheek if he’s feels particularly affectionate / protective every now and then.

- he likes to keep his relationship private, it makes you feel a little more special to him.

- like, he loves the fact that only he gets to see you in specific ways.

- such as just being together on sappy evenings, softly mumbling things you love about each other while being in his arms. things like that.

- cus for him, if he does stuff like that in public, well for starters he’ll get uncomfortable. he’s too introverted for stuff like that.

- but really, it just means anyone can look over and see what you both look like when you’re all vulnerable with eachother, and to him he’d much rather keep that private.

- now, that being said…this man is so clingy lol.

- if you both are having an indoor day, and he’s working on the computer, while you’re just sorting through stuff inside, he’ll want to be near you.

- you’re at the stove? he’s at the kitchen table.

- you’re in the living room? he’s on the couch.

- you’re brushing your teeth? so is he.

- it can be dead silent between you two, just as long as you’re nearby, he’s happy.

alex.

- he’s one of the guys with a more toned physique.

- he’s got some pretty nice arms, can i just say.

- they’re toned, grow larger when he flexes, even resting they look pretty nice.

- and his abs too, they’re not crazy, but they’re definitely there.

- a nice definition you can see even when he’s not flexing. there’s at least four there.

- as for facial hair, he has none.

- i feel like if he could grow some, he’d definitely leave it. it’d make him feel more “manly.”

- but he just doesn’t LMFAO.

- now, non-facial hair is a different story👀

- he’s got a happy trail folks!!!

- it’s a dark, thick patch of brown hair that trails (once again) all the way up to his belly button.

- and it’s so fucking hot.

- it might be the prettiest (next to harvey’s, ofc.)

- believe it or not, he’s actually pretty neat with it.

- he takes pride in being attractive! ofc he’s going to groom it.

- trims it whenever it gets untamed, but never shaves it off. he loves it, and he knows you do too.

- he’s also a boxer briefs guy. 99% of the time, he’s walking around wearing only his boxer briefs in the house.

- especially whenever it’s an indoor day, yeah, he’s not even bothering getting dressed at all😭😭

- that’s all he sleeps in. even if it’s the middle of winter.

- another pda fan.

- but this time, dare i say…he’s a little more bold.

- he’ll kiss you like he does when you’re private, even if there’s people around.

- cupping your cheek, pulling you in for likely more then 5 seconds sometimes.

- he’ll hold onto your waist when you’re standing together. he’ll stand behind you with his arms wrapped around you, even.

- and well, yes there’s empty seats all around you, but that’s too bad. cus he’s pulling you into sitting in his lap.

- he loves knowing everyone’s jealous of him.

- you’re so attractive, he knows all the other men look at you thinking the same thing.

- and he just loves how he’s got a rock on your finger that’s similar to his. he loves the fact that you said yes to him, not to anyone else who would’ve asked.

- so he loves showing you off.

- he’s got such a high libido, so he’s fairly sexual all the time.

- rolling over to kiss you after fucking you for literal hours, and even just the sight of you lying there, trying to catch your breath has him ready to go again.

- he’s one to grope you (consensually!)

- like, if ur walking by him, he’ll grab your ass and shoot you a grin like nothing even happened.

- but he knows when to be more serious, like if you had bad day and you just need a good cry.

- i’d like to think he’s really good at comforting people.

- he was there for his mom whenever his dad was treating them horribly, and he definitely helped her through a few tears, so he’s perfect at just holding you.

- he’s genuinely a sweetheart. yes he’s cocky, and flirty, but when it comes to people he loves: he’s so perfect.

elliot.

- *cracks knuckles*

- he can grow facial hair, but he normally goes without it.

- it comes in thick, but it won’t grow past any stubble (or at least he doesn’t let it before shaving it all off.)

- but omfg…his facial hair looks so nice when he lets it grow for a bit.

- especially when he kisses you, or lets you cup your hands around his jaw during that phase.

- he’s another one that loves to feel your fingers rake through his hair when you’re just commenting on how handsome he looks with it.

- despite how attractive it is, he still prefers it gone. so it’s rare when he lets it get to that point.

- his has a very subtle happy trail. it’s mostly just a patch of hair that peeks above his waistline, and it doesn’t go all the way up to his belly button,

- but it’s still as handsome as ever.

- his sleepwear is literally silk. stg.

- he’s so extra.

- he probably even got you a matching pair with your initials engraved “just cus.”

- but when he isn’t wearing all of that, he’s probably just wearing some regular pj pants and a shirt.

- it’s rare tho, cus like i said—he’s so extra.

- something so casual, but so attractive that he does is when he’s super exhausted with writing for so long, that he just leans back in his chair and sighs.

- like…he throws his arms over his head, manspreads just a little and sighs.

- or or or

- after you’ve had such a long and exhausting day, he’s quick to place his pencil down and open his arms to slot you on his lap.

- “tell me what’s the matter, my love. want me to make you some tea, get you some water?”

- and while you’re talking, he’s just gently rubbing your thigh and kissing your arms softly.

- he’s just so gracious and endearing.

- this man 😮‍💨😮‍💨

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ramen8008 · 10 days

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Ladybug falls asleep on chat's shoulder as they watch the sunset, or while they rest during patrol. This becomes more than just a one time occurrence and Chat loves being able to be someone she can let her guard down and rest besides.

Overtime he learns that she sleeps like the dead, like she's a rock and cannot be woken. That's when he has fun with it (still careful to not disturb her), it starts with marker mustaches to shaving cream to braiding her hair.

Once Ladybug wakes up to see her hair in a horribly messy braid and a very proud chat.

That's when it starts. Every time Ladybug falls asleep or rests her head on his shoulder or lap, Chat braids her hair. He gets better over time and then he starts perfecting other styles, french braids, dutch braids, double buns, crown braids etc.

It gets to the point that Chat stays up watching hairstyling YouTube videos for Ladybug. He gets great at all of them and each time learns something new and soon starts making up his own hairstyles he thinks will suit Ladybug. At times he's like a salon lady that ladybug just rants to while he does her hair and he just hums saying "hmm yes absolutely I get you, you shouldn't have to deal with that, now chin up I need to get this"

Ladybug gets him to do her hair whenever she has to go to a party or event after she discovers that the hair stays the same after transforming back ( also that Chat gently styling her hair with full focus is the most relaxing and delightful experience ever).

Eventually, from time to time ladybug will show up to an akuma attack ready to fight with a majestic hairstyle, that changes each time.

This turns into kinda a conspiracy about how and why this happens and Ladyblog has polls on what fans suspect her next hairstyle to be and what they want her hairstyles to be. ( Chat looks through these for inspiration but mostly scoffs at how simple some hairstyles are and how he can do better.)

#heheheh #cute lil Ladynoir for y'all #Chat NEVER and I mean NEVER lets the polls guess it right #in fact he makes sure its a completely new hairstyle #miraculous #mlb #chat noir #ladybug #adrien #marinette #ladybug and chat noir #chat #ladynoir #☯︎ Ramen head-canons ☯︎

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ilovetopgunsstuff · 1 month

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heyyy!! i love your writing especially the night shift! i was wondering if i could submit a request for bradley? just him being physically affectionate and always having a hand on you (i feel like that’s his love language idk idk), maybe we’re at the hard deck with the dagger squad and it’s just super fluffy! overall rooster is just hubby material, and maybe there’s a cute kiss or make out sesh outside the hard deck or against his bronco! i trust you haha and i love your writing so whatever you think works! :))

touchy

prompt: it doesn’t matter where you are, but bradley HAS to touch you, it’s his love language it doesn’t matter where on your body: on your arm, thigh, knee. for a tall gruff military guy, he’s like a little teddy bear

warnings: literally js fluff, maybe a little suggestive

a/n: this was such a cute request, hope you enjoy!

“Christ, are you ready yet?” Bradley called from your couch. It was easy for him to say; all he had to do was put on a Hawaiian shirt, a tank top, and jeans. You, however, had to shower, shave your legs, dry and style your hair, do your makeup, pick and outfit, the list goes on.

Bradley acts annoyed, but secretly he enjoys it. He’d wait for you forever. He loved laying on your couch, already dressed for wherever you were going, and listening to you get ready. He’d continue to act annoyed every time, though, cause your little eye roll as he complained was worth it. He was itching to get up and go see you in the bathroom, but you barred him from entering while you were doing your makeup so you could “be in your zone.” He’d pretend he wasn’t bothered by it, but every second he was away from you he wished he wasn’t. He wanted to touch you, kiss you, smell your perfume, anything. He wanted you, all the time.

Tonight, the team was going to the Hard Deck since it was Friday. It was a spot you two would attend regularly, but Bradley loved how done up you got every time you went. Without fail, you were the most beautiful girl in the room, makeup or not, and he’d tell you that over and over.

“Shush,” you replied, spraying one last bit of perfume on before stepping out of the bathroom. You smoothed out your dress, which was light blue, and it hugged your curves so well. You hadn’t looked up at him yet, but you heard a whistle.

He stood up, not hiding that he was looking you up and down. You thought you heard a “damn” whispered under his breath but you weren’t sure. You also weren’t completely sure about your outfit.

“I really don’t know if I like these heels. It was between these and another pair and I might go-“

“You look perfect,” he said as he grabbed both your hands, pulling you into him. You felt his hands snake down to grab your ass, and he couldn’t help but kiss your neck. “So perfect,” he murmured into your skin, “that we could skip the whole bar thing and just stay at home. And if you’re unsure about the shoes, I could take those right off for ya.”

You pulled yourself away from him to keep from possibly agreeing. “Bradleyyy, you love the Hard Deck!”

“That I do,” he said as he pulled you back to him. “You know what I love more?”

“Hm?”

“My girl.”

You could help but shyly smile. “Well,” you stated, “tell her she can wait then.”

He scoffed at your joke as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Come on, let’s go!” you turned around and dragged him by the hand out the front door.

He groaned as he followed after you like a puppy. You walked like this all the way down the gravel path to the driveway. He opened the Bronco door for you on the passenger’s side, then walked around and got into the drivers seat.

As soon as he turned on the car and started driving, his hand took its common place on the inside of your upper thigh. His thumb absentminded rubbed your skin gently. You looked over at him and just watched him. His mustache and hair together looked so good against his tan skin and flowy Hawaiian shirt.

“What?” he was at a red light, and he lolled his head to look at you with his sunglasses on.

“Nothing.”

A small smirk was on his face as he looked back forward, giving your thigh a squeeze.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you, too,” you whispered.

- - -

The Hard Deck was crowded tonight, but it didn’t take long to find your group. You met Phoenix at the bar; she was standing there talking to Penny, who greeted you with a drink. You smiled at her and joined in on their conversation.

Rooster was in the process of being convinced by the guys to play a game of pool.

“Mind if we steal your girl for a little while, Rooster?” Penny called out over the noise of the crowd and music.

“If you promise to give her back.” He smiled at her.

He then kissed you on the cheek from behind, squeezing your hips as he whispered that he’d come find you later before he got dragged off. Your knees almost buckled, you wouldn’t lie. Phoenix looked at you with feigned admiration.

“Aren’t you two just adorable?” she teased.

“Two peas in a pod,” Penny quipped, winking at you.

You couldn’t even be annoyed at them, because you were beaming. “Whatever, guys.”

“So… what’s been going on with you two? Spill!” Phoenix pressed you.

You knew Penny would never ask you that sort of question outright, but she was definitely leaning in to hear.

You loved having girl talk, and you could talk about Bradley for hours and hours, happily bending to Phoenix’s wishes. You glanced over to the pool table to find Bradley laughing with the cue in his hand, a beer in the other. You girls’ conversation went on into the night as you lost track of time.

- - -

Bradley played a tipsy game of pool with Hangman, Bob, and Coyote while the others sat and watched, sipping lazily on beers. He and Bob won of course, and game after game went by into the night. Every once in a while, he’d glance up at you, making sure you were still there and he could still see you. You had no idea how bad he just wanted to take you home in that dress, but he’d wait it out. Seeing you so happy talking with your friends was worth it.

Before he knew it, though, he was a few beers in and he just couldn’t get you off his mind. He checked his watch and time had flown. It had been a few hours since you got here, and it was now a little before 1 AM.

- - -

You’d stopped drinking after your second drink; you didn’t feel like getting drunk tonight. The crowd was dying down and so was your energy.

“Well, ladies, I think it may be time to call it. I’m tapping out,” you told them. They agreed with you.

“I was thinking that also. Need help closing or anything, Penny?” Phoenix asked as she looked around for Hangman, Bob, and Coyote, the group she came with.

“Oh I’m good. Not much left to do around here,” Penny responded as she finished polishing glasses. “You girls have a good night.” You and Phoenix thanked her. Phoenix hugged you goodbye, promising to call you tomorrow and saying that she’d see you at work Monday.

Then it was just you. You looked around at the dwindling crowd, narrowing your eyes to try and find-

Then his familiar arms slid around your waist.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered.

You turned in his arms, and you were now face to face with him. “Hi,” you smiled up at him. “I’m tired.”

“Me, too.” He couldn’t get his hands or gaze off you. He just looked down at you while holding you close. It was his favorite thing to do. “Lead the way.”

And you did, all the way out to his car. The parking lot was void of people except for you two. He hadn’t kissed you in so long. As soon as you got out of sight from everyone he backed you against his car and his lips passionately met yours. His hands roamed so desperately. You hummed in surprise as his hands found the back of your thighs and lifted you onto the hood of his car.

“I’m sorry baby,” he said through kissing you. “I know we should continue this at home, I just want you so bad.”

“Take me home, then,” you said breathlessly. All of your self control was gone by now.

“Gladly.”

And boy did he speed home.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #fanfic #hangman x reader #rooster x reader #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #miles teller #jake hangman fic #jake seresin

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shoukiko · 3 months

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idk if your requests are still open (sorry if they aren't!! m(_ _)m) but if they are, could i get some headcanons for the ghosts boys? thank yoouuu (* ^ ω ^)

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES ANYTHING!!!!!!!! BARKBARKRBRAKBRAKBRAKRAKBRA

(I didn't know if I should write about Ajax and Elias or not;;;;)

Call of Duty: Ghosts Headcanons!!!

Keegan

He's good as his job, always getting shit done.

but oh my god is he a bad influence on you

"Want a shot?" "I'm not 21 yet, Keegan." "I asked if you wanted a shot, not how old you were."

On roadtrips he's never allowed to drive, but he will backseat drive. "You should take this highway instead" "I know a faster way" "If you go down this road you could probably reach it easier"

Snores when he's asleep, I feel like he may have sleep apnea or something like that.

HE'S REALLY LOUD TOOOO

Mumbling in his sleep if he's asleep in a chair

That's another thing, he can fall asleep literally anywhere. Chair? Yes. Under the bed? Yes. Under a table? Yes.

He has sharp canines, I don't make the rules. He uses them to open things

He LOVES your scent, he likes having just one thing of yours just to hold and have near.

I don't think he would call you Kid if he was interested in you, I think he'd stick with your name or "Hun". Unless you're older than him, then he uses generic shit like "Babe"

A man of a few words, he gives short answers, pretty blunt, but in text he will ramble on and on~

He likes writing, he finds that it's easier for him to process his words and gives him time to think.

Logan

Good boy, very good and well behaved boy.

Grown man, but good boy

He's actually really mischievous, they took a trip (The team) to Italy while on leave and when visiting the Tower of Pisa he offered to take Keegans photo.

Gesturing for him to lean, pose, scooch back, just so he can get the perfect photo.

Only for him to take it, snickering to himself because he made Keegan pose extremely far from the tower so the photo just looks silly.

Keegan had a good laugh about it, only after he put Logan into a headlock

He does the same to Hesh, always asking for some water, then being like "I didn't ask for this" so Hesh takes it back and when he comes back empty handed Logan is like "Water?"

He's very quiet, way more than Keegan.

He only gives nods or gestures, speaks when he needs to though, like in call outs and such.

He'd call you Love

Whispering sweet nothings into your ear

Can you imagine Cody Callahan doing that? Kill me plz

Hesh

HE HAS A THING FOR HANDS I JUST KNOW IT, I JUST KNOW IT YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE!!!!!

HE LOVES HOLDING YOUR HAND AND JUST RUBBING YOUR FINGERS

YOU CAN FEEL HOW ROUGH HIS CALLUSES ARE

HE TILTS HIS HEAD WHEN HE LOOKS AT YOU BECAUSE HE IS JUST SO ENAMOURED WITH YOU

CAN YOU TELL I LOVE HESH, CAN YOU????

He's a gamer boy, console only. Xbox..... Don't argue with me (You can have your own I was /j)

Before shaving his head, he had a hairstyle similar to DJ Pauly D. Let's keep it shaved.

He refuses to have a mustache, just straight up refuses. He will shave the minute he sees it coming in.

Beard or Goatees are pushing it, but he shaves anyways (except the sideburns of course)

That man loves veggies, he's the type to just steam a bunch of em and that's his dinner. Literally just that.

He likes stealing food from you, picking from your plate. If you don't like something, you best believe he's there eating it for you

"David, I'm full" "Give it here, babe."

Merrick

His memory is impeccable

He will always rememebr your favorite things

He's not big on gift giving, but when he does give gifts they're incredibly thoughtful.

Drives a really beat down pickup truck

Calls it his baby girl

Don't judge him >:(

Resting bitch face, eyebrows always furrowed

But then he sees you and his expression softens because he just loves seeing you.

Has the heartiest laugh imaginable, slaps his knee when laughing too

Asks for help putting on his face paint :((((

He just wants a reason to be touched by you

Kick

Earbuds in 24/7 when not on a mission.

He needs music to function!!!

He's the type to put on some hardcore music and pretend he's fighting someone, like the people that imagine their own animation edit when listening to a song they like

He sneaks food to Riley sometimes, when they're all eating, he's the one throwing stuff on the floor for him

Unironically uses "COWABUNGA"

He's just a lil.... ya know... right? Just a little (He's gay)

Kinda short, like 5'6-5'8

Has ADHD

Wears insoles (hims feet hort)

I know he doesn't have a name, but his name is now Hunter Cameron and his last name is Miller

Has freckles and a chipped front tooth

That's all I got :3

for now :3

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derekhighwaytf · 8 months

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Vanity, Oh Vanity

With a chiseled jawline and sculpted muscles that are the result of countless hours in the gym, you must think you’re the spitting image of youth and physical perfection. You exude a confidence that's almost intoxicating. Your hair, a glossy waterfall of golden locks, is your crowning glory, accentuating your overly self-assured smile.

And if life is a game to you, "HookedUp" is your playground. Every day, hundreds of messages fill your inbox from men who would do anything just to get a response back from you. Your fingers dance across the screen, teasing and toying with these horny bastards who seek your attention. The thrill of the chase, the art of seduction—it's a game you play so masterfully. You revel in the attention, basking in your control of the chase, always one step ahead, relishing the power your beauty affords you.

But then, out of the blue, here comes a message from "Need2SuckNow." The profile picture stops you in your tracks—a chubby, bald man with a browless face and a ridiculous mustache. What a fucking loser! You laugh aloud, feeling a mixture of contempt and amusement. He is everything you are not, a stark contrast to your own graceful elegance. These are the guys that make you ashamed of the gay community. Horny, desperate fuckers who are so ugly that they shouldn’t be allowed to see the light of day.

That is, until he messages you. "Too good for me, huh? Well let's see about that.” Your laughter freezes in your throat. A chill runs down your spine, something about the message seeming too unusual just to ignore. You quickly try to block the account, but your app freezes up until you receive another chilling message.

"It must be easy to keep a clean face when you only have to shave once every week. But a mustache would look nice on your upper lip. Must suck that you can't get rid of it."

Your heart pounds as a sudden tingling sensation dances across your upper lip. You dash to the bathroom mirror, terror gripping you as you find a thick, bushy mustache sprouting uncontrollably. You can feel each hair pushing through your skin, an alien sensation that makes your stomach churn. In a panic, you grab your razor and try shave it off, but it grows back instantly, each hair thicker and coarser than before. Your face, once the epitome of smooth perfection, is now marred, the mustache making you appear like some kind of seventies porn actor.

Then a new message pops up: "Hmmm, even with that worm on your face, you're still undeniably sexy. Well, you were, until you lost your hair.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as a foreign sensation begins to crawl across your scalp. Your hair—once your golden crown, each strand lovingly styled and nurtured—begins to wither, shriveling up into thin strings of dull brown. You watch in the mirror, helpless, as each luxurious strand shrivels and falls like brittle leaves from a dying tree. Your scalp tingles with a sensation akin to thousands of tiny ants marching in unison, each step another hair lost, another cruel reminder of what you're losing. In mere moments, you go from a thick, glossy mane to completely and utterly bald, your scalp laid bare, smooth, and cold. The beautiful image you've spent you’re entire life crafting has shattered within mere minutes.

“Well look who went from twink to daddy! You would get to enjoy this if only you weren’t two cheeseburgers away from becoming a bear."

The words echo in your ears as you feel a strange bloating sensation work up your stomach. It starts subtly, a softness in the muscles you've worked so hard to sculpt. Your reflection warps as your once well-defined muscles begin to transform into flabby, gut-like masses. Each ripple and curve you've proudly displayed becomes obscured by an unwelcome softness. Your pecs, once firm and strong, sag into the unrecognizable shape of man boobs. Your abs dissolve into a paunch, like you’ve just drank four kegs of beer, and your arms have now become hefty wind sails.

You strain to move as your body expands, each part becoming softer and more unmanageable. The grace and ease with which you once moved are replaced by a sluggish, heavy feeling. You reach out, touching the body that was once your pride, feeling it jiggle back, unable to reconcile the stranger staring back at you.

A new message chills you to the bone: “And if that wasn’t enough, you might’ve still been able to get laid if you hadn’t shaved your eyebrows off, you nasty punk!”

Your heart lurches, and you instinctively reach up, touching the place where your eyebrows once framed your alluring eyes. They're gone. You feel the bare skin, smooth and empty, the absence more profound than mere hair. Your eyes, once highlighted by well-groomed brows, now stare back at you freakishly, wide and vulnerable, framed by a void that seems to laugh at your former vanity.

“And don’t think you can hide the new you from the world. It’s too bad that you have an insatiable need to get fucked in the kinkiest ways possible. Now that you’re the town whore, everyone knows that you will do anything to get filled.”

A shiver runs through you as a new sensation takes hold—an intense, overpowering craving for cock. It's not just a desire; it's a need, a hunger that gnaws at your very core. Your body aches with it, every fiber of your being consumed by a lust you've never known. You find yourself feverishly messaging guys on the app, the very desperation you mocked replacing the playful teasing that once defined your game. The desire to be filled with cum overshadows everything else, even as your transformed appearance continues to haunt your every move. It doesn’t matter who, you need cock, and you need it now.

The transformation is complete, the new you solidified, your username now the mocking reminder of what you once laughed at: Need2SuckNow. Your vanity, your grace, your confidence—all of it is gone, replaced by an insatiable hunger for cock that will not be denied.

You are Need2SuckNow, and the world will never let you forget it.

#gay tf #male transformation #mental change #tf story #muscle theft #bald #tf #bear tf #bearification

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Behold! The Joey Richter family tree!

it's still sorta a WIP currently because I'm trying to watch more Starcanwrecked stuff to see if I can potentially fit more.

And now.. some.. headcanons and backstory about the family!

McDoon, being the bandit king ( ✌️) had a LOT of bastard children on his travels with Cletus. He slept around and never really stuck around. Before the events of TTO he knocked up a Cratchit, who got pregnant and moved out of the country in shame. There, the Cratchit family was made and when Owen moved back to the US the family was moved there.

Robert Cratchit is short for Bob btw

I imagine Bob, out of desperation, in this timeline would resort to.. extreme measures trying to save Tim. And by extreme I mean summoning an eldritch god.

Suffice to say, it did not end well and now Tinky has a new family hyperfixation.

Owen found out about Tinky through spy shit, on a mission to a little town in Michigan. Tinky saw this British bastard and was like 'descendant of the Cratchits? GIMME' and started tormenting Owen. One of the ways he did this, was taking the form of Owen's boyfriend.

The reason Dan's last name is different from the rest of the Spankoffskis is that he changed it. 'Dan Spankoffski' does not have as nice of a ring to it and he's a public figure. Despite that, he's still relatively active in the family.

Dan is not short for anything. Not Jordan, not Daniel, no. Its just Dan. And he is Danough

Dan and Ted both looked extremely similar growing up and were constantly confused for each other. It didn't help when both of them happened to start growing a mustache at the same time.

OT and Pete have a pact not to ever do anything similar in terms of appearance. Pete grows his hair out? OT will always cut it. OT starts growing a mustache? Pete starts shaving. They really don't wanna end up like their brothers.

OT is older then Pete, being around Lex and Ethan's age.

SPEAKING OF ETHAN he unironically calls Pete, Dan, and Ted uncle. The only one he doesn't is OT, who he constantly bullies and targets for no reason.

Dan and Ted were surprisingly close in their childhoods, and had this sort of understandimg that the other was the only one who got how they felt.

As they grew apart however, Ted secretly started growing jealous of Dan. How come HE had this perfect life and great job and great 'girlfriend' but all Ted had was this shitty ass tech job and being the sidehoe to his coworker?

Dan has never noticed this jealousy and still remains nice as hell to Ted.

Dan and Ted both teamed up on bullying their younger siblings.

Dan and OT are surprisingly close. OT comes back from college (He goes to U of M) once a month or so and comes back to hang out with his big bro.

One of the reasons Dan took up the volunteer counseler job was to keep a closer eye on Pete and make sure he doesn't get bullied. So far, it has not worked out at all.

Pretty much no one knows Dan is part of the Spankoffski family, so Pete has to hear Ruth talk about how hot the news anchor is and Ethan has to listen to Lex rant about her mom's stupid obsession.

Dan and Ted are LITERAL bastards somehow being both teenage pregnancies and their parents had Pete and OT when they were more ready. Once again, blame Tinky.

SPEAKING OF TINKY he loves tormenting this family but can't keep track of them whatsoever. Sometimes he'll follow one of them home only to realise that it was the wrong one.

Sometimes he appears at family reunions and people just assume he's someone's kid.

One time Donna was literally walking down the street and did a double take seeing Ted just casually flirting with the Greenpeace Girl. 5 minutes later she saw Dan while doing the show and was so confused.

The family is stereotyped as this slutty family of hopeless romantics by the town, which is secretly another one of the reasons Dan changed his last name.

How true is this stereotype? Well, you got both Dan and Ted being teenage pregnancies. Both of them being born on Valentines Day. Ted notoriously sleeping with half the town. Dan being on the same show with a woman who he constantly makes googly eyes at and is possibly in love with (the entire damn town ships them together) Pete somehow surviving being horny at the damn ABSTINENCE CAMP of all places. Ethan literally doing anything for Lex. Suffice to say the entire town has their eyes on OT and what shenanigans he'll get up to.

Which is why I think it would be very funny if it turned out that OT was aroace and will never experience those feelings.

Whenever they get together they like teasing each other about their love lives.

Dan eventually becomes the central target in their teasing, with them BEGGING to know what's up with him and Donna.

The family used to get together every week to watch their favourite tv show, Doctor Who. Yes, I am aware of the irony of the Spankoffskis liking Doctor Who.

They feel an odd sense of... companionship with the homeless guy from downtown. They don't know why, they just DO.

And last but not least.... Every single one of them eventually gets stuck in the Bastard's box. Doesn't matter how or when, Tinky will get them.

And that's about it! What do you guys think?

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cherry-holmes · 7 months

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CARNIVAL GAMES - Javier Peña x F!reader

Glimpse of a life with Javier Chapter 5

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: It's your birthday and Javi plan to give you the best of your days.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: A cringing amount of fluff🙈 Soft!Javi. LOVE IS IN THE AIR❤️

A/N: Welcome to chapter 5! Thank you for your support! Can't wait to keep going on this project🫶🏻

I'm taking requests!

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You looked stunning in your new red dress, high brown boots, meticulously half-tied hair, and delicate features highlighted by light but beautiful makeup. Javier's chest tightened as he watched you walk down the stairs of your building and approached where he stood, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Hola," you greeted him, your cheeks flushing as you noticed how captivated he was by your appearance.

"Hola," he almost whispered. He wanted to say something more to you, but he just couldn't find the words to do justice to how gorgeous you looked.

"Are those for me or...?" You said, pointing to the beautiful flowers he had chosen for you. He didn't know what your favorite flowers were, but he thought that you might like pink tulips.

"Oh, right," he said, reacting and handed the bouquet to you. They smelled fresh and flowery, of course. "Feliz cumpleaños, bonita."

"They are beautiful, Javi. Thank you so much," you said as your cheeks blushed and before he could say anything else, you leaned forward to wrap your arms around his torso. Javier felt a warm, fuzzy sensation, like a child who had just received a special gift.

The restaurant he chose was quite nice. It appeared expensive but not overly pretentious. He didn't know much about nice places for dates in Colombia, as he had never needed to know before, so he had asked Connie Murphy for some recommendations and made her promise not to tell Steve. Of course, she did, which he could tell by the way Steve was teasing him the next morning.

As he perused the menu, trying to decide what to order, you couldn't help but steal glances at him over yours. Javier looked incredibly handsome, with a freshly shaved face (except for his mustache, of course), his signature black leather jacket over a red shirt, and dark-blue jeans. He smelled delicious, as always, with your favorite cologne of his, tinged with hints of shaving cream, cigarettes, and the whiskey he was currently sipping. It actually made you clench your thighs...

"I have something else for you," he said, after you both had placed your orders. He pulled out a small black velvet box from his jacket and opened it to you, saying, "I hope you like it."

Inside the box lay a beautiful golden necklace with three pearls at the center. The piece of jewelry was delicate and feminine, absolutely perfect.

"Oh my God," you said affectively, "Javi, you didn't have to."

"I wanted to," he replied with a warm smile and you melt with the dimples on his cheeks. "Consider it a token of my affection for you."

You reached out to take the necklace and held it in your hand, admiring its beauty. "It's stunning, Javi. I love it."

Your heartfelt response made Javier's eyes soften with emotion. "I'm really glad you like it," he said, looking genuinely pleased. "Would you let me?" he asked.

"Of course," you responded. He stood up and walked behind you as you put your hair to the side to let him work on your neck. Javier gently assisted you in putting on the necklace, his fingers delicately clasping the chain around your neck. As he fastened the clasp, his calloused hands brushed against your skin, inadvertently sending shivers and goosebumps throughout your body. The electric sensation of his touch left you feeling an unspoken connection.

As your fingertips caressed the delicate pearls, Javier could only think of how beautiful they looked against your skin, even more stunning than when he had purchased them.

The evening continued, with delightful conversations and laughter that came so naturally to both of you. It was almost as if the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of you in your own little universe.

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The fair was bustling with people. Families with children, young and older couples, and groups of friends all enjoyed the colorful lights and the joyful sounds of laughter that filled the air.

The parking lot was on the opposite side of the avenue. While you waited for the traffic officer to help people cross the street, Javier took your hand to guide you through the sea of people. From that moment, he didn't let your hand go, and you both either held hands or you held onto his arm.

As the night set in and the air grew cooler, Javier lent you his leather jacket. You savored every moment wearing it, feeling the warmth and absorbing his scent.

You and Javier started by joining some ride games, like the teacups and bumper cars. Despite your initial insistence on going on the Ferris wheel, once you found yourself seemingly on top of the world, fear and regret washed over you. Javier couldn't help but laugh, but he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to help you relax. His presence reassured you, allowing you to enjoy the distant city lights from your seat in the night sky. When it came to snacks, your differing preferences became evident. You indulged your sweet tooth with cotton candy and a soda, while Javier chose a more savory option with popcorn and a simple bottle of water.

"Why do you always do that?" You inquired, as Javier noticed your gaze on his forehead. You were seating in a bench, eating your snacks.

"Do what?" He asked and making his brow furrow deeper.

You laughed slightly, as your thumb reached his brow and you caressed the wrinkle that formed there, "You should stop wrinkling your face if you want to keep looking like you're thirty," you said and he smiled, delighted with your touch on his skin.

Later, as you approached to the side of the carnival games, Javier spotted a shooting game and decided to win something for you.

"C'mon, I'll win a stuffed animal for you," he promised as he took your hand and led you to the game booth.

Javier paid for the game, and the manager handed him a fake shotgun. Javier prepared like the professional he was, aiming with ease and tensing his entire body to concentrate. He looked bigger and more imposing while he held the weapon with such expertise. All the duck targets were easily knocked down. The manager's jaw dropped, and all the spectators were murmuring about how impressed they were. There were even a couple of applause. But Javier was focused on obtaining the best of the bears, and when he had it in his hands, he gave it to you immediately. It was a big brown bear with a red bow around its neck. It reminded you of Javier himself.

"How beautiful it is!" you exclaimed as you combed the bear's fur. "Thank you, Javi." Javier's eyes melted as he saw you hugging the bear in your arms. He smiled and placed his hand on your waist, guiding you to another spot at the fair.

"Look!" You pointed to a Photo Booth. "Let's take some pictures to remember the best birthday I've ever had." As you said it, Javier felt pride swelling in his chest. He felt incredibly lucky that you had chosen to spend your special day with him. As you led him to the Photo Booth, wearing his jacket and holding your new teddy bear, he knew he wanted to do this with you for as long as he might live.

He put some pesos into the machine, and as you waited inside, he took the seat next to you. His closeness made you feel a bit like you did on the ferris wheel. You tried to figure out how the machine worked by pressing some buttons, and Javier watched you from behind. His eyes focused on your lips and jawline, and the strands of your hair cascading over your shoulder.

"Okay, I think I got it!" You said with enthusiasm, noticing that you had only a few seconds to take five photos on the screen. You held onto your bear tightly and leaned toward Javier, who wrapped a gentle arm around your waist, as the machine started to take the first photos.

In the last moments before the final picture, you turned your head slightly, and as you met Javier's gaze, something shifted. It was an unspoken connection, a spark that had been building between you. With the sound of the camera's click, he couldn't resist any longer.

Javier leaned in, pulling your body closer as his lips met yours, so gently and softly, almost innocent. It was a tender kiss that took your breath away, making you melt into his arms. The world outside the Photo Booth seemed to fade away.

His free hand reached for your cheek, caressing your soft skin as he moved his lips over yours, making the kiss more passionate while retaining its tenderness. You couldn't help but let out a slight moan mixed with a sigh that escaped your mouth into his, sending shivers down his spine.

When you finally pulled away, his lips brushed the tip of your nose and then moved to your forehead, as you bit your bottom lip, a smile gracing your precious face.

"I wanted to kiss you for a long time," he muttered, his fingers gripping your hips, still close to your mouth. "I know we're taking it slow, but I really, really like you." Your cheeks burned as your heart raced with excitement. "I'm a complicated man, and my profession is hard and dangerous, but..." his eyes softened as he looked into yours, his finger brushing your cheek, "I've been thinking about doing things right with you, bonita. I want to be your partner, your companion, your boyfriend, if you let me I'll..." he wouldn't stop talking, so you kissed him again. Your hands moved from his shoulders to pull him even closer, and he melted for you.

"Yes, Javi, I want to be with you," you finally said, and he swore to himself that he hadn't felt this happy in so, so long.

As you stepped out of the booth, you both still wore smiles, a bit flushed from the excitement. You retrieved the photo strips from the machine, cherishing the endearing moments captured: your first kiss with Javier Peña. You gave him one copy and kept the other.

Javier pulled you closer, peppering your cheeks and lips with pecks while wrapping his strong arms around your waist from behind. You giggled and blushed, allowing him to guide you aimlessly around the fair until you found a dance floor where couples were dancing at the rhytim of the live music. Javi grapped his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to his body,making you spin while you laughed. You exchanged kisses, some dance steps and laughed at how little talent Javi had for dancing.

After a while, you spotted a natural fruit juice stand, but the line was quite long, and you were starting to feel a pressing need to empty your bladder.

"I need to use the restroom," you announced as you handed the teddy bear to him. "Buy me a pitaya or mango water," you said, standing on your tiptoes to plant a peck on his soft lips.

Javier watched you turn around and walk away until you disappeared behind a hot dog cart. A warm feeling blossomed in his chest. He hadn't felt this carefree and happy in a very, very long time. He was just enjoying the night with you and was eager to see where things could go.

Balancing the two juice cups in each hand and the poor teddy bear clutched between his forearm and his chest, he looked around to find you in the crowd. He didn't know where the restrooms were, and he feared that if he moved from where you left him, you might get lost. So he waited for you when a familiar voice called his name from behind.

"Javi?" a woman's voice said in Spanish.

Javier turned around to face Helena. She was holding hands with a little girl who appeared to be about seven or eight years old.

He didn't know what to say beyond a simple "Hola." Helena looked at him with a bewildered smile, her excitement growing at the surprising encounter. Her dark eyes shifted to the items in Javier's hands: two cups and a cute teddy bear. Her smile faded away. It was clear he was with someone, but who?

"What are you doing here?" Javier asked, his tone unintentionally defensive. He didn't want to be rude to Helena, but her presence posed a potential problem. If you returned and saw Helena, you might inquire about her, not in a crazy-jealous-girlfriend way, but out of curiosity. And what would he say? That she was an informant prostitute? He certainly wouldn't disclose they had slept together, but you were intelligent and could put two and two together. DEA agents, especially someone like Javier Peña, had a reputation about whores and informants, and he was well aware that you knew that.

Helena's initial excitement was met with Javier's apprehension. "I brought my daughter,'' she explained in Spanish, ''I promised to spend the day at the fair with her.'' Her smile becoming more understanding as she noticed his defensive stance. However, her curiosity got the worst of her, and she asked, "What are you doing here? I'm gonna be honest, this is the last place where I'd expect to see you."

Javier's eyes darted around the fair, desperately searching for a solution to this unexpected encounter. "Well, I just wanted to take a break, you know. It's not easy at the office," he stammered, mentally cursing himself for the lackluster explanation.

Helena gave a knowing nod but couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something.

Just then, you returned from the portable restrooms and spotted the scene. Your heart rate quickened as you saw Javier with another woman and a girl. It wasn't jealousy that gripped you, but confusion and concern. Who was she?

"Javi," you called out, walking toward them, "Sorry, the line was very long," you said and then looked at her with a with a small smile, clenching your grap on his arm.

Javier swallowed hard and introduced the two of you, "This is Helena, an old friend I ran into. Helena, this is my girlfriend," he said your name softly.

You could see perfectly the moment Helena's smile faded, and she tried to compose herself again. She was heartbroken, the revelation had shattered the hope she had been holding onto. However, she politely greeted you, and even her daughter said a shy hello.

There was an awkward pause before Javier suggested, "Helena was just leaving. We should get going, too."

You nodded in agreement, but curiosity still gnawed at you. Javier's hesitation had not gone unnoticed, and you couldn't help but wonder what he wasn't telling you.

Helena exchanged a few polite words with you, trying to mask the disappointment that lingered in her eyes. She then turned to Javier, a bitter smile playing on her lips.

"Well, Javier, it was nice to see you," she said, her voice soft but laced with a touch of sadness. "Enjoy the rest of your night with your girlfriend." With a final glance in your direction, she took her daughter's hand and walked away, the small girl casting a curious look over her shoulder.

As Helena and her daughter disappeared into the crowd, you turned to Javier, still puzzled by the encounter. "Old friend, huh?" you mused, raising an eyebrow.

Javier let out a nervous chuckle, his hand reaching for yours. "Yeah, an old informant, actually. I didn't expect to run into her today. I should have told you earlier, I guess." His eyes held a mix of regret and relief.

You nodded, trying to understand the situation. "It's fine, Javi. You don't have to tell me everything. But it's just a bit surprising."

He squeezed your hand gently, leaning down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "Let's enjoy the rest of the day, just the two of us."

Despite your lingering curiosity, you agreed, and together you continued your fair adventure, leaving behind the unexpected encounter and focusing on the shared moments of joy and connection.

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It was almost midnight when you both left the fair. Your feet hurt from dancing and walking around, and you were full from everything you had eaten and drunk, but it didn't matter for either of you.

Javier was driving you home, but he couldn't resist asking you something more, or better to say, implying his next move.

"I was thinking," he began, clearing his throat as he stopped at a red light, "that maybe you would like to spend the night at my place."

You blushed slightly, understanding the subtle message behind his words. "Javi, I had an amazing time today," you said, looking at his direction, "but I think I'd prefer to take things slow for now, if you don't mind. We have plenty of time to enjoy each other's company."

You were certainly nervous about your decision. You had been in the same position a couple of times before, and neither of those situations ended well. Your ex-boyfriends didn't seem patient or understanding enough about your choices in that matter.

But Javi looked directly into your eyes as he said, "That's okay, bonita," he responded, his voice sincere and reassuring. "I don't want to rush you into anything. We'll go at your pace."

Javier's understanding and respect for your boundaries meant a lot to you. It was a refreshing change from past relationships, where you had often felt pressured.

When he finally parked in front of your apartment building, he walked with you to the door of the building. You both exchanged a sweet goodnight kiss. It was gentle, his hands on your hips as he tried no to crush the flowers and the teddy bear on your arms.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said as you reluctantly stepped back.

You smiled and nodded, "Buenas noches, Javi."

He left another peck on your lips and then crossed the street to his truck.

Watching him drive away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of infatuation and happiness. It was clear that Javier was different, and you were excited to see where this budding relationship would lead.

NEXT CHAPTER

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gummydummy19 · 6 months

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Weird ish question but what are the Chris Evans characters of his that you think are hairy? Like what ones do you think have hairy asses, ect. Yk?

Not weird at all!! Alright...how are CE characters groomed? Let's get into it;

Steve Rogers:

I think Steve Rogers at first would be perfectly shaven (not waxed, he is far too scared to let anyone strange near his bits)

but Infinity War Steve....oooh that man is definitely hairy

Just imagine it: He has been on the run. His beard is growing, and his hair is a mess

He barely has time for/access to showers, so he doesn't have time to shave

definitely hairy all over

Ari Levinson:

hairiest mf alive

no questions asked

Especially if we are going timeline accurate

70s bush babe

Hairy face, hairy balls, hairy ass

No wonder you call him 'bear' all the time

Nick Grant:

DEFINITELY hairy

All over

Just look at that scruffy face???

Colin Shea:

might shave every once in a while but I don’t think he cares enough to go all the way back there

so I think he gets a bit hairy from time to time

Frank Adler:

hairy too, no doubt

This guy gives me big stinky man vibes but like in a good way

Trims his bush every once in a while

But definitely can't be bothered to go past his crotch

Hairy balls/butt for sure

Andy Barber:

hmm

this is a hard one (no pun intended)

I mean....his name is Barber

He is a fuzzy teddybear but he is always well groomed

Like??? That beard??? Perfection.

I think he might trim as well

Just to keep everything tidy

....might let his partner give him a wax if he's had enough beers and he feels playful enough

Jake Jensen:

seems like the type to try and shave before a date

because he is embarrassed and wants to look clean and well-groomed

accidentally cuts himself while shaving

gets even more embarrassed because now he walks funny

Luckily you find it charming lol

Lets his partner give him waxes every once in a while

gets embarrassed AGAIN when he gets hard and discovers he has a tiny bit of a pain kink

(I have a filthy brain sorry)

Johnny Storm:

Another difficult one

I think he trims

proud owner of a delicious happy trail

Lloyd Hansen:

my favourite mustache man

He is shaved but he always has some weird shit like a lightning bold

Pornstar looking ass

Gets you to give him waxes because he likes the pain

he is just a filthy little man with no sense of shame

like at all

Ransom Drysdale:

This motherfucker gets waxed every couple of weeks

At the salon where you work

Asks for you specifically every single time

Doesn't even try to hide his boners

Pete Brenner:

Kinda same vibes as Ransom

Definitely feel like he'd be hairless down there

Also feel like his explanation would be that it makes his huge cock look ever bigger

He would go to the gym a lot and book weekly appointments at a wax salon to show off his “perfect body”

Shamelessly flirts with the employees

Tries to get a happy end every time

A/N: alrighty I enjoyed this way more than I should have jhdiugudbua let me know what you think besties...

and THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!! *mwaaa*

#gummydummy19 #fanfiction #fluff #smut #body hair #chris evans #steve rogers #ari levinson #pete brenner #ransom drysdale #lloyd hansen #johnny storm

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creedslove · 9 months

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HEARTLESS 💔 - PART ELEVEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: You try to figure out your feelings for Jack and realize it's not a smart move to do so while drunk and flirting with him, when he thinks things are improving, he gets a harsh evidence things aren't just as easy as he thought

(this is the eleventh chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO TEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: fluff, sexual tension, more fluff because Wyatt is the sweetest kid in the world, bitchy mother-in-law, angst, sad!jack, mom!reader

A/N: Hi besties, I know it's been a while since we've seen our cowboy, and well, I hope you enjoy it!!! I know I did because I can't resist this mf, he's just perfect even if he's a broken sad cowboy 😭🤠

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Jack's heart was beating probably too fast in his chest, it hammered against his rib cage but he didn't care. He was feeling like a million bucks, as he was finally getting some crumbles of your love. Nothing more than crumbles, but it was already enough for him, better than suffering with your despise and indifference. In a short span of minutes you two had almost kissed - if it weren't for his former mother-in-law, and you had also referred to Wyatt as your son. Your as in him and yours, and that couldn't make him happier at that moment, it might have seemed something small, but it made the difference in that cowboy's old broken heart, it was like the walls you built were falling down and that he could approach you, even if it wasn't in a romantic way, he still felt satisfied to be around you as friends, at least he could talk to you without having to break the ice all the time, he touch you - small hugs, occasional hand holding - and though he yearned for more, it was the best he would get after everything he'd done, so it was good, he'd rather torture himself by having his family close without actually being able to claim them as his, than suffer completely alone like he'd done for the past years.

He smiled at you, seeing how your cheeks were flushed because of the alcohol and patted his pocket finally finding the car keys and handing them to you

"Go ahead sugar, you're less drunk than I am, you should be driving" he winked at you and chuckled as you widened your eyes the moment you grabbed the Bronco keys. Ever since you first started dating Jack, you dreamed of driving his Bronco, but as the cocky asshole he often was, he never let you - or anyone else really - drive his car. There were some things Jack was just so territorial and wouldn't let anyone to lie their hands on, and well, you were also one of those things once. Jack was possessive of you, he liked showing people you were his and just his, the way he would hold you, kiss you and make everyone else see who you belonged to.

And in your drunken state as you two exited the bar, you kinda wished Jack would do it again. Just a few minutes ago you were about to kiss each other and now he watched you, and you watched him back, staring into his eyes, getting lost in them, and taking a real look at your Jack…. He was so handsome, his beautiful side profile was enough to make you weak at the knees, his sharp jawline always so smooth as he kept his beard shaved and his mustache trimmed. Any other man would look stupid with Jack's looks, but your cowboy… he was something else.

"What?" He asked you, grinning with that devilish smile as you wouldn't stop staring

"I-" you began to talk but you had a better idea - well, not really a better idea, rather a drunk idea - and took the hat off his head, chuckling at how cute his messy hair looked and put it on your head.

Jack was shocked for a split second. Were you flirting with him?

"Did you forget about the cowboy hat rule, sugar?" He raised his eyebrow at you and before you could answer, you tripped and nearly fell, but Jack immediately wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him. Maybe you weren't less drunk than he was after all, so it was safer if you two just got a cab to your mom's.

Leaving the bar and waiting for a cab on the sidewalk wasn't the greatest idea either, the wind was howling and you were shivering, and both you and Jack knew that if it weren't for Wyatt, the wisest option would be getting a fancy hotel room and spending the night.

If you hadn't drunk as much as you did that night, you would be probably censoring yourself for having those shameless thoughts about him, giggling at the shit he said, pretending you didn't notice you were still clinging to him even after you got your balance back, after all, you were wearing his hat, for crying out loud! He was the same man who didn't accept your pregnancy, that kicked you out of your home and abandoned you to raise your baby alone, and once he came back, he just brought chaos back into your life, for several times he'd hurt you, told you cruel things and even threatened to take your son away from you. It was so wrong to behave like that, and a part of your brain kept repeating that over and over, while the other part seemed to only listen to your heart, taking you back to your sweetest and hottest memories you had shared at that same bar and in those hotel rooms.It would be easier if you could just blame it on the booze, as if having a few too many changed everything about your personality and made you forget about all the pain Jack caused you. But at the same time, it felt like you were in the presence of your Jack, the cowboy you loved, the one that was so sweet, flirty and gentle with you. The man that was a little cocky at first but he also made you feel like the only girl in the world, the one who would ravish you in bed and make your legs shake but would also hold you and cuddle you until you fell asleep. You two had an awkward encounter at first, you went on a date with your new boyfriend and Jack was waiting for his own date, you'd been so jealous of him and if you wondered if he'd been jealous of you, now you were sure of it, and that made you feel pretty good about yourself.

Perhaps it was the way Jack was humiliated by the girl he was supposed to have a date with, the one that revealed herself to be another agent and nothing more, or maybe how he was so honest about the disaster he called his last mission and how things escalated from a fun, drunk conversation, into a confession of dark thoughts Jack didn't have the courage to share with anyone, not even his therapist. All that helped you to see your sweet old cowboy in those man's cold eyes, and when you stared into them, you realized they weren't cold anymore, they were warm and soft and that was when you were sure your Jack was back.

ou were just so tired of restricting yourself all the time, you were also tired of people restricting you as well, always talking about how bad Jack Daniels was and how you shouldn't let him in. It was your mom, your friends, even Frankie had told you Jack was a dick, and though you knew they were all correct, you felt tired of being reminded of that the entire time, at least your own thoughts were private and in them you could allow yourself to surrender completely to your cowboy, because God knew that if he tried to make any move on you, you'd let him.

Instead, you felt when his suit jacket was placed over your shoulders and he smiled down at you "don't want you to freeze, sugar" he winked as now you were wearing his jacket, his hat and you kept your arm wrapped tight around his waist, and you felt lucky that despite everything, Jack was still a gentleman, because any other guy would have interpreted all those signs wrong - actually correct, because you did want it - but he knew you'd had too much alcohol for that, even if he knew that once you sobered up he would've missed his chance of having you again.

He opened the door so you would get in the cab and immediately joined you, giving your mother's address to the driver. You smiled and decided you wouldn't fight your urges, not that night, feeling safe knowing Jack would respect your boundaries and you wouldn't do anything that would hurt your boyfriend - that's what you told yourself at least - and as soon as Jack sat next to you, you wrapped your arm around him and rested against his chest. You were aware of how ridiculous you probably looked, a cowboy hat, a jacket that was way too big for you, and snuggling the man you swore you hated just a day before. Jack was caught by surprise, but smiled softly as he wrapped his arm around your body, stroking your back up and down.

"Sugar, I was thinking about our little boy's birthday, and I would like to throw him a party on our ranch" he cleared his throat "well, my ranch, but it's gonna be yours too one day, you know, when I-"

"Don't say that Jack" you asked him, looking into his eyes, "please… I have something to ask you" you bit your lips

"Anything you want, sugar"

"Don't kill yourself on another mission, Jack, please. You have our son, and our son needs his daddy too"

Jack's heart melted at your lovely words, he'd longed to be accepted into the family just like that and now it was finally happening.

"I won't, sugar… I got our family to take care of, even if you don't want me, you're still my responsibility and I'll make sure you're safe" his hand went for your face caressing your soft skin so gently, appreciating how it felt under his rough fingertips, you closed your eyes, leaning towards his touch and gently placing your lips on his chin, as you spread a trail of soft kisses all over his jawline before getting to his lips. Jack's breath got caught in his chest, his body overflowing with love as his hands squeezed you tighter against him, getting ready to deepen the kiss when the driver suddenly pulled up the car.

"We're here" the man announced which quickly snapped the two of you out of the haze you were both deep into.

You cleared your throat and blushed and Jack licked his lips, getting his wallet and paying for the ride.

He helped out of the car and kept his hand on the small of your back, escorting you, like the southern gentleman he was. You two entered the building and took the elevator and suddenly you could see Jack tensing up. It was no secret your mom hated him, from the very beginning, even before things went to shit between the two of you. There was something she just couldn't stand about him, maybe the fact he was older, or that he'd been married before, or his manners - despite the fact Jack was a polite man, she still didn't think it was enough. She couldn't stand him and he reciprocated the feeling. During his first marriage, he could never understand all those mother-in-law jokes and why people often said they were as bad as they often did. His first wife's mom was a delight, a sweet woman who treated Jack like a son.

No wonder he kept in touch with her through all the years after his sweetheart passed away, until her lovely mother joined her beloved daughter in heaven; but it was your mom that made Jack learn why so many people talked about mother-in-laws in such a derogatory way. She hated Jack, she did from the start, and he had no other option than to accept and try his hardest to ignore her constant offenses and provocations. So now, he didn't even want to think of what your mom thought of him after Wyatt was born.

As if you read Jack's thoughts, you touched his cheek, making him look at you

"It's alright cowboy, if she starts acting out, we'll just leave, don't worry" you assured him and took a deep breath and got yourself back together as the doors opened and you walked to your mom's apartment.

She'd left the door unlocked - something Whiskey strongly disapproved of for safety matters, of course, after all he was an agent and knew people should be way more careful than they were - and the two of you walked inside. Your mom had Wyatt on her lap, he sniffed as she tried wiping his tears, but his teary eyes were enough evidence she wasn't able to succeed.

"What happened baby?" You rushed to him, a sad expression immediately took your face as your heart tightened in your chest to see your little boy so upset. Wyatt jumped off his grandma's lap, widening eyes and a growing smile on his handsome little face

"Mama! Dada!" He squealed happily and ran towards you and Jack, who knelt just beside you and also opened his arms to welcome him. Wyatt ran to the two of you, feeling the warmth of the safety in being with both his parents, snuggling you both as best as his little arms could reach before looking at you with amusement and adoration at the sight of you with the hat on "cowboy hat mama! Like dada and mine!" He said happily and pointed at the stetson you'd stolen from Jack and grabbed it, placing it on your son's head seeing the happiness in his little eyes.

Jack chuckled and picked him up "well it ain't my favorite little cowboy?" He felt the way Wyatt's arms wrapped around his neck and his heart broke a little to think he could have that every day after coming back from work "were you nice to grandma?" Wyatt saw as his dada raised his eyebrow and immediately nodded, he had behaved well even if grandma's house wasn't fun. Whiskey smiled and tickled his tummy, earning the most lovely giggles from his little boy.

Your mom shot you the dirtiest look the moment she caught Jack walking into the apartment, but you couldn't care less about it, so you turned your back to her and gave your son attention.

"What happened to you, love? Grandma said you were upset?" You tilted your head curious to know what could've possibly bothered your son.

Wyatt looked down and then at his grandma again, unsure if he should say anything at all or not. Jack gently wiped a single tear that ran down his son's beautiful face "it's okay Wyatt, sometimes cowboys get sad too, it ain't a shame to cry, but we can't make our mamas worried, cowboy mamas don't like to be worried about their little cowboys…" he tried reasoning his son, who let out a small giggle at his dad's fun words.

"Bad dweam mama. Mama was gone and dada was gone" he explained "told gwandma but gwandma said I have no dada because dada no wove Wyatt"

Jack closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying his best to keep his anger in check, as he shot daggers at his former mother-in-law. He couldn't believe that old bitch had the nerve to say that. Yes, Jack had been a shitty father for the first years of his son's life, but he was back in the picture and there wasn't anyone that old broken cowboy loved more than his son, and his son's mother.

He gently held his son's chin, finding fascinating the contrast between his big, calloused hands on his son's perfect, small face. Jack's thumb stroked his cheek

"Your dada loves you very much Wyatt. More than anything in the world, and I know I wasn't around for you and mama and that made mama sad, but I'll always be with you two" he pecked his son's forehead and threw his small blanket over his back. Jack's arm snaked around your waist pulling you closer "let's get the two of you home" he informed, ignoring your mom who was speechless to see you so cozy next to him. Wyatt snuggled his dad's neck and closed his eyes, his heart was warm with love and reassurance.

•••

As the three of you walked into your apartment, Wyatt was deeply asleep in his father's arms. You smiled to see how Wyatt still his jammies under the blanket and how quick he was able to calm down thanks to Jack. He followed your instructions to tuck Wyatt in and as soon as he came back, with his stetson in hands, you handed him a glass of water "I'm really sorry about my mom… I didn't know she would say something like that. She doesn't like you obviously, but we just always avoided talking about a father figure to Wyatt so we wouldn't break his little heart" Jack nodded in silence "I told her you were back in the picture and that you and I were working to be on good terms, you know, co-parent and be friends… She said it was a bad idea but didn't say anything else, I just didn't think she would be mean to the point of telling her own grandson this shit" you sniffed and Jack pulled you into a tight hug. His hands ran up and down your back, resting his chin on your head

"It's alright sugar, none of this is your fault. You've been perfect from day one. You've been perfect to me and you were the best girlfriend in the world and you would've been the best wife too, if I hadn't screwed things up… I was so scared, I know it doesn't justify and it never will, but I was scared of trying to build a family and losing it like the first time. I was so deep in my own fears that I hadn't realized I was about to make the worst mistake of my life. I'm really sorry I did this to you, because you had nothing but love to offer me, while I offered you the second place because I was too blind by my grief, but now I see, now that I'm going to therapy, that I'm trying to fix myself, I see that I was scared of letting go of her, of her memory, I was scared I was going to betray her. Until I finally saw that was madness, sugar, because she is gone, she's a beautiful memory and I'll always carry her and our son in a part of my heart, but they belong in the past. I see now you're the love of my life, you've always been, I was just too blind to see it, and I lost you, but I promise I won't grieve you, I'll be here, strong and alive for you and Wyatt, if there's ever a chance of a future with you, even if all I get is visiting on weekends I'll still take it. Nothing will ever change the monstrous thing I did to you, but I want you to know I regret it for the rest of my life"

Your breath was shaking as you look up at him, you could feel the emotion in his voice, the truth in them and the tears in his eyes.

"Stay tonight Jack, please… not to have sex, but I want you here" it was all you could offer him and it was already a big deal, the two of you knew it and he only nodded happily, his hand caressing your skin.

"I'll stay for as long as you want me sugar…"

•••

In the early morning, you woke up to find yourself alone in bed. Jack took his southern manners to the letter and after you fell asleep in his arms, he changed to the couch, so he wouldn't make you uncomfortable. You sighed as your head pounded after drinking so hard the night before, sighing as you remembered everything that went on. The things you shouldn't have done, for example flirt with your ex the whole time, kiss him and wearing his hat and especially ask him to stay the night, because now you'd have to deal with the fact the man was humming happily in your kitchen making you breakfast as a loving husband would.

You got out of bed and groaned in pain once more, cursing under your breath as you spotted a glass of water and an aspirin. Fuck, Jack was making it very hard for you to hate him.

The man, on the other hand, was pouring his heart into the meal he was preparing. There were two things little Jack Daniela learned from his mama: breakfast was the most important meal of the day and that the best ingredient one could add is love.

The moment he saw you walking inside the kitchen, his face lit up, glad to know Wyatt was still deeply asleep, so he would have some time alone with you. He placed the frying pan down, flipping the last pancake and walked to you.

"Morning, sugar" he said in a happy voice as he got closer and leaned in to kiss your lips, but you immediately turned your face away, avoiding his kiss as you looked down.

"Listen Jack, we need to talk… I'm sorry about last night, I know I led you the wrong way, I flirted and kissed but it was wrong and it shouldn't have happened" you said without much conviction in your voice, as if you were trying to convince yourself more than him, so you cleared your throat and continued "we can't be together, I know you're trying, Jack, you're becoming a better man, but I have a boyfriend now and you will always be the man who abandoned me and our son" you sighed sadly "I was just giving into my desires…"

Jack immediately gripped your hips, pulling you closer, a desperate look on his face, he was hurt and you could see it in his eyes

"Desire, that's the right word, sugar. You desire me, you want me, why do you still deny it? We love each other" he said, stroking your cheek, swallowing hard and giving you the saddest eyes you'd ever seen. "We can be a happy family… you, me, our son and if you want to we can even try for a little girl, I promise I'll be around, I want to be a husband to you and a father to our son…"

"You're out of your mind, Jack, I would never be with you again, I would never be crazy to let you get me pregnant again! You made me go away! You told me to get rid of my son! I've fallen for you once, but I won't anymore. Yes, I had desire for you, because you are the kind of guy that's good for a drunk fuck and nothing else, Jack. I had to learn the hard way guys like you are meant to be fucked and guys like Frankie are meant to be married"

Jack immediately let go of your body, looking down in shame and sniffed, nodding and turning his back to you. Jack's pride was hurt, and his heart was shattered. He knew you would take your distance once you sobered up, but he didn't think you would regress so much. You were back at fighting and accusing each other, and he was tired of that.

"Mama! Dada!" Wyatt squealed happily as he watched his mommy and daddy in the kitchen, his small tummy growling with hunger at the delicious smell.

"Dada, you made pancakes for me? Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He squealed adorably and jumped into Jack's arms, who held his son tight against his chest, snuggling him, and pecked his son's cheek gently, you knew Jack was a fearless man when he was on his missions, but now, he avoided staring at you, so you wouldn't see the tears that threatened to spill out of his beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

You didn't even know why you'd said that, but you needed to make sure Jack would keep his hands to himself, you didn't want to be a fool for the second time and he had no right to try and seduce you with a baby talk. Jack wasn't meant to be a father and you'd been nice enough to let him be around Wyatt. On the other hand, you had never thought of marrying Frankie, that made no sense, all you knew was that you wanted to hurt Jack and it seemed like you achieved your goal.

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A/N: How dare reader say those things to Jack??? Why can't they be together already 😭😭😭😭

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lunarw0rks · 9 months

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My name is also technically Rachel but I was curious can I pretty please get a Price nsfw alphabet 😘😘

NSFW Alphabet | John Price

A/N: thx for the request! my first time writing for price, so I hope it's not OOC. It's all my opinion anyway, so take it with a grain of salt.

Warning(s): explicit content (18+), smut, GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ PRICE MASTERLIST // have a request? ⋆ ⚘ 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ ao3 ver.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Literal king at aftercare. You wouldn’t be allowed to move a muscle afterwards, you’re staying there until he tends/cleans you. Prob. says something like “not a chance, love. Stay right here.” Getting some water, using a towel to clean up the mess, stripping the sheets, helping his partner redress, etc.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of himself; his mustache, thinks it looks sexy. A second would be his broad shoulders—toned and perfect for some manhandling (wink wonk)

On a partner: definitely a boobs/chest man, whether his partner is masc/fem, he always catches his eyes glued there. How it’s perfectly unique to his partners’ body type, definitely a favorite of his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I don’t think he cares too much where he does it, but as referenced in “K”, if he can finish inside that’s his favorite. Other than that, he would prefer the face or stomach, how it's slightly degrading… But he finds it very hot.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

(Debated on putting this in “Kinks”, but I think it’s more of a dirty secret.)

It’s not something he does often, but thoroughly enjoys when he does.

Manhandling—using his strength and stamina as a way to throw his partner around, especially if there is a size difference, and even if there isn’t. His grip is like iron, so good luck trying to fight it. Still somehow being gentle and caring with words, all while he has a tight grip on their jaw or neck, forcing them into whatever position he pleases (w/ prior consent, obviously)

A small hint of this, something his S/O would experience often; lifting his partner up with ease. On his desk, against the wall, or even just holding them up as he fucks them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he’s quite experienced, especially at understanding his partner's needs. Each of his sexual partners have been different in their own way, some with different desires as well as just maturing—POINT IS, he’s very good at reading the situation and making it enjoyable for both people.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy, but prefers if his partner is bent over something and he’s still standing. It allows him to use his whole body, as well as cage them in with his fame, pressing his stomach to their back, kissing along the side of their neck and shoulders—also while whispering dirty talk/and a fair amount of praise the whole time.

Sixty-nine, because he can lay back, while he and his partner both get something out of it. It’s the perfect position for him, because it's a combo of his two favorite things—eating out his S/O, all while getting head.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Quite serious, but not because he’s being uptight—he’s just focused on pleasuring his partner and himself. Though, if things were more intimate and soft, I can see him cracking a few jokes every now and then. If he’s making his partner moan, all while laughing at one of his jokes? He’ll love it, because he knows he’s doing something right.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

On a partner? Literally couldn’t care less, most likely would find the bush extremely attractive—shows his S/O in their natural state. If they preferred to wax or shave themselves, he would take notice of the effort and love it just as much. (Definitely would pay for any pampering/spa days for his S/O)

On himself? He’s well groomed, but not shaved or waxed down there. He maintains it regularly (most likely just trimming), probably on the same days he shaves.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

VERY INTIMATE; intertwining fingers, peppering kisses along his favorite parts of them, giving feedback and praising during. Sure, if his partner wanted the experience rougher, or if it's a quickie, he would keep things more simple and follow through with the mood.

But, he seems like he wants sex to be meaningful and tender. Afterall, he’s doing the deed with someone he can’t guarantee coming home to every day. I would imagine he’s especially lovey when there’s been time apart, like deployment, or both are too tired and held off for awhile, etc.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

For him, it’s 50/50.

Sometimes, he barely finds the need or time to masturbate—he’s often too busy and stressed for it. Besides, he wants to save himself for his partner and release that tension with them.

Then, on the other hand, he finds himself doing it daily. Seems like the type to do it strictly in bed though, probably in the morning before he gets ready.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Rank kink: I feel like this one is a given. But this seems like the type of kink he doesn’t know he likes, until his partner initiates. All day, he’s forced to be stern and serious. So, if one day, his partner called “Sir” or “Captain” during sex, he would absolutely love it—using his rank to his advantage on his S/O.

Breeding kink: LISTEN. He would never force his partner, always would ask before finishing, usually finishing on the stomach or back. But if they allowed him to finish inside, or not use protection—it’s game on, he finds it so arousing—watching it drip out and down their thighs afterwards. Not to mention, with his salary, children wouldn’t be out of the question for him, so take that with a grain of salt.

Praise kink: He feeds on praise—needing to make his partner as comfortable as possible. Loves feedback from his partner almost as much as he loves giving it. He’s constantly vocalizing things, how well they’re doing, some dirty talk occasionally.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Price seems like he’d be quite old fashioned—bed, couch, sometimes the kitchen. And on the off chance his S/O sees him at work, probably his office quite often, since he practically lives there.

Bed: allows things to be more intimate and comfortable, which he’s a sucker for. Being in the comfort of his home, feeling secure with one another in the bed, allowing things to feel more personal and meaningful.

Couch: if the act is more laidback, such as a casual quickie, or relieving him after a long day. Watching a movie/show while lazily riding him, or he’s under the blanket using his hands, while he’s acting as if nothing is happening.

Kitchen: very personal and homey setting, especially if his S/O is making a meal and he approaches from behind, wrapping his arms around them, giving husky, subtle hints in their ear. BONUS; if his S/O comes up behind him when he’s cooking, holding his waist—he’s kneeling before them in seconds.

Office: using all of the advantages that come with a private office and large desk. Enjoys bending his S/O over the desk, or oral while they’re sitting on it. DEF THE TYPE TO shove all his papers off to clear it, all while not breaking the kiss. Also feeds into his rank kink, let’s be honest here ;)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If his partner is vocal during, showing him how well he’s doing—especially, if they use their words to tell him—he’ll literally melt.

His partner gets dressed up for him (makeup/hair/clothes)? He’ll secretly want to ruin it by fucking them.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don’t think he’d enjoy full non-con, maybe some elements of it, but even thinking of doing that to his partner… He wouldn’t like it. You want him to be slightly commanding and rough? He’s game. But, for him to enjoy himself, he has to know his partner is safe.

Possibly odd headcanon? But I don’t picture him being into spitting, in terms of his partner. Just don’t see him doing it to be degrading, or at all really. He comes well prepared if he knows he’s going to have sex, so spit as lube wouldn’t be necessary either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving: He’s experienced sexually, so I get the feel that he would be very strategic with it. Not overly rough or quick, but the perfect equilibrium. Moderate, deliberate tongue movements until his partner finished—and then another round of it, just for good measure (￢‿￢ )

Receiving: He tries to act like it’s not something he needs, and he wouldn’t force his partner. However, he seems like the type to thoroughly enjoy getting head. One hand on the back of his S/O’s head, protecting it, while the other is behind his head in a relaxed fashion. Receiving oral is probably one of the few things he’s actually moaning during.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a mix of slow and fast.

Rough vs. sensual? That would depend on the mood of the night, and what his partner wants. Across the board, it would be deliberate, but quick thrusts. Then, after a few, he would hold himself there for a few seconds, before continuing that motion.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As much as he wants to take his time, quickies would be common, considering his high rank. As referenced in “L”, his office would be a hotspot.

Personal headcanon for this letter? He enjoys lazy sex—slow, laidback quickies when he’s too tired, but doesn’t want to leave his partner hot and bothered.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He would experiment, but only if his partner was really adamant about it. He’s more old-fashioned, stuck in his ways if you will—so you’d probably have to straight up tell him what you want for him to understand.

Risks? Weirdly enough, I think he would. At work, he’s high up enough in the ranks, that people know not to disturb him in his office unless it's urgent. Yet, he’d still enjoy the thrill of it. If it’s in the context of public sex, I think he would be hesitant.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He wouldn’t do multiple “rounds” per se, but during the act, he would make it last a while. He would make sure there wasn’t a need for another round, because his partner would be satisfied by the end of it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any toys, but has other things (lube/protection/etc.)

If his partner wanted to use them, he would at the very least attempt it. For example, if he wanted things more vanilla, he would be willing to find a compromise—a toy you can both agree upon. He prefers things with just his body and theirs, probably an ego boost to make them finish like that, too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

With how patient he is, I think he could keep up the teasing for quite awhile—if he and his S/O had the time to do so, or if that’s something they enjoy.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He would probably be quite vocal, but more so with his words than moans. Often it’s small grunts and deep, heavy breathing throughout.

Constant reassurance and praise to his partner, telling them how good they’re doing, using their favorite pet names, etc…

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You want something? What’s he getting for it?

(W/ prior consent) Plays up the role of buying his partner things, spoiling them, and then getting something sexual in return. Besides, if he can’t be with you 24/7, expect some money wired to you—then a cocky message, telling you to buy something sexy for him.

… if he buys a clothing piece for you, he buys two so he can rip one of them off ;)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He gives the vibes of someone with a sleeper build. Yes, he’s buff and burly, but doesn’t look like someone with that amount of strength. A dad-bod in the making, all while he has chest hair leading to his happy trail.

No abs, but he’s toned on his shoulders and biceps the most.

As for… his parts: he’s above average, but not so much it's ridiculous. He gives the vibes of a grower, about 4 inches when soft, but 6.5 when hard. And slightly thick, about 2.5 inches thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

When he’s away for several months—very high. Honestly is surprisingly needy, but hides it well by keeping a poker face. He’s not the type to straight up ask, he would hint with his actions; hands roaming a little longer than usual, kissing along his partner’s jaw and neck, suddenly being really lovey before bedtime, etc.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He would fall asleep so fast after aftercare and all that. If he was truly exhausted, there might not be a lot of it, which is rare for him. But can you really blame him? He’s so stressed and busy at work all the time. Would definitely apologize if he rushed to sleep after, though.

#mw2 #mw2 fanfic #call of duty #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader #john price #captain price

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miasmaghoul · 6 months

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Any HCs about ghoul Halloween costumes??

OH YES HERE THEY ARE

Swiss is the one who insists on the costumes. Used to be that the abbey would have their usual Hallow's Eve bash, and that was that. Once Swiss discovered the concept of costumes on tour, though, and the idea absolutely tickled him. So now, the ghouls have their own gathering.

Swiss goes all out every year. This time, he's a picture perfect representation of Dr. Frank-n-furter. The hair, the heels, the lingerie - all of it. Even shaved his mustache so he could get the makeup just right; Dew and Aurora are FURIOUS. Swiss does a full on performance of Sweet Transvestite that brings down the house (aka Mountain claps and Rain records it to make gifs for the ghroupchat.)

Speaking of Rain, he usually doesn't put a whole lot of effort into his costumes. He doesn't want to detract from his natural beauty. This year he's been especially lazy, choosing simply to drop enough of his glamour for his skin to be the most stunning shade of shimmering blue. Speckled with scales, rippling fins along his limbs and back, strong tail swishing languidly behind him. Black eyes and pearly fangs. Perfectly unearthly.

But where Rain is lazy, Aeon puts in Maximum Effort. He got Cumulus and Mountsan's help in hand stitching a period-accurate Dracula costume. Frilly sleeves, tight pants, a vest that threatens to crush the life out of him. The boots he wears nearly reach his knees, borrowed from Cirrus' closet. The fangs are his own, specifically unglamoured so only his canines appear elongated. He floats around the party with a cloak billowing behind him for extra drama, and Dew tells him he looks like a gayer Lestat.

Dew, meanwhile, isn't usually one for costumes. Prefers wearing his civvies and taking it easy, saying he's dressed as a metalhead if anyone asks. This year, though, Swiss had dared him into something a bit more...challenging. Never one to back down, Dew accepted before Swiss had even brought out the outfit, and as he stands behind the snack table he has Regrets. He's in a blood red bodycon dress, one that doesn't even reach the middle of his thighs. A strapless number that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. The lingerie beneath it had been it's own struggle; a lacy black strapless bra stuffed with socks, black satin panties covering his tucked-back cock, meticulously torn fishnets. He's trying not to move too much, the four-inch heels he's been shoved into more of a hazard than anything else. Dew wishes he wasn't so jealous of how easily Swiss walks in his own pair. His hair and makeup are done too, golden locks pulled into an intricate updo and lips red as his dress. It exposes the long line of his neck, and it's work to keep Aeon's fangs away from his throat.

The real work for Dew, though, comes when Aether strolls in from an impromptu shift in the infirmary. Still dressed in his smart slacks, pale purple button down and slightly too tight white coat. A stethoscope looped around his neck and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Dew really has to fight not to pop the world's most obvious boner while he talks about something with Mountain that he's long since lost track of.

Mountain, for the record, has been spending the last ten minutes or so staring at Rain, so he's not all that bothered. His own costume is similar to Rain's, but as opposed to "I'm a water ghoul" Mountain tells everyone he's Poison Ivy. Magickal plants cover him from tits to toes, creeping vines hugging him like a second skin. There are flowers dispersed throughout, bursts of color in the vibrant green, and a braided crown of something definitely poisonous settled between his antlers. Aurora keeps sneaking blossoms for herself, and she knows Mountain won't notice.

She couldn't NOT go as Princess Aurora. It was too perfect to pass up! Complete with flowing blonde hair, a perfectly fitted pink gown that color shifts to blue in the right light, and a little golden crown. She floats around the room on weightless feet, helped along by just enough air magick to make her look angelic and ethereal. The flowers she squirrels away from Mountain's bounty get handed out to her dance partners - Cirrus has the most so far.

Cirrus, who has gone low-effort but in an effective way. She's in her old Era IV uniform, black fabric settling over her curves like it belongs there. Severe in a way that demands attention. She's wearing a mask, but not the one that usually comes with this outfit. No shiny silver or stylized curls. This mask is simple, white, curved and molded over her right eye, cheek and part of her forehead. She spends the early part of the evening at the common room piano, playing the overture from Phantom of the Opera so the others will stop asking what she is.

Sunshine is a clown, but in like a clown-core way. Baggy clothes in mismatched colors and patterns, white face paint with exaggerated red lips and blue triangles around her eyes. She has a whole host of silly little party tricks up her sleeve too; the look of disdain she gets from Rain when she soaks him with the flower on her lapel is absolutely worth whatever he'll to do her later.

Cumulus and Ifrit end up committing a bit of a costume faux pas - they both arrive dressed as Elvira. Skintight black gown with plunging neckline? Check. Massive black wig? Check. Dagger-like nails? Check. They share a good natured laugh before they find themselves being ogled into oblivion by Aeon, who can't decide whose tits he'd rather fuck.

Copia is a sheet ghost.

#miasma's work #the band ghost headcanons #ive been thinking about this for WEEKS YOU GUYS #nameless ghouls #theyre all here im not tagging everybody

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swifty-fox · 26 days

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Sci-Fi Horror AU

idk kinda word vomited this tonight after trying a new strain. I will be continuing it into a full story but not sure when

Entry Log 2043

-DateStamp: 14th July 5399

-Location: DeepSpace Sector G8677-65HG-76789_I

-Personnel File: Maj. J.C. Egan (Zoot Suit)

Recording_

“This is Major John Egan, callsign ZootSuit, aboard the vessel M’lle ZigZag. Today is the dawn of my final day of exploration, putting an end to a sixteen-month foray into DeepSpace. Initial findings reveal little of note. A few developing stars and planets; an asteroid belt; and a total of six planets, two of which I will be recommending for a second more thorough exploration of due to planets possibly location being within the ‘Goldilocks Zone.’ I look forward to whiskey, solid food and to breathe air that isn’t recycled from a fucking can. I can’t wait to fuck my husband-”

John pauses.

“Ah, computer erase the last seven words. Reasoning: Irrelevant to mission. I will be entering Hyperspace within the hour, once I hit proper trajectory to slingshot around the primary sun.”

He taps the record button to end the log, carefully labeling the file and placing it in a folder with the few thousand other logs he’d recorded over the last year and a half. A verified library of data, observations and the occasional love-letter. A year and a half of research; one of the longest expeditions ever undertaken by any pilot. Considered bold by some and risky by far more. Deep space played with people's minds, the long stretches of isolation broken up only by Hypersleep creating the perfect recipe for a light case of mental instability.John had trained for this, ran through thousands of psychological tests and millions of scenarios. There was not a person in the universe more capable of this task.

John rubs his jaw, feeling the scratchy beard and spins out of his pilot's chair, leaving the computer to guide the craft.

Moving about the cramped space of the craft, built to maximize storage space; and to minimize comfort in his opinion, he begins securing anything not already safely battened down. He shaves in the cubicle sized bathroom, splashes water across his face and ignores the swirling flickers of color and light around the edges of his sight. Jaw smooth save for the now carefully trimmed mustache - just how Gale liked- he makes his way to the tail of the spacecraft to run an inventory check on his samples. Moon rocks and space dust and asteroid dirt. Anything the computer pinged or John spotted in his long hours gazing out into the empty void of space.

He checks a few straps, making sure they’re tension tight before hitting the override on the artificial gravity. He holds the intentionally placed handle as he slowly lifts from the metal walkway. Giving himself several seconds to adjust he uses the similarly placed handles along the wall to pull himself back over to the pilot's chair. A second check on the navigation systems; the mathematical calculations for his trip around the sun and through hyperspace. Much of the process was left up to the computer these days, but John hadn’t survived twenty one missions - one of the highest in the force save for a handful - by not being thorough.

Finding nothing out of the ordinary he switches all the lights off until his world is lit only by the approaching Red Giant, bathing everything a warm red. System lights blink soothingly as he takes a moment to take in the vast wonder in front of him. Years now it had been, and it still never failed to leave him breathless.

“Computer, begin countdown to Hyperspace entry, one minute. Beginning LCHS procedure, eta one minute.”

John pulls himself to the economically sized bunk, slotting into the space that barely left room for him to stretch and roll over, strapping himself down.

“32…31…Thirty Second To HyperJump’’ the computer announces.

Bucky presses two fingers to his lips and then to the photograph taped above his bed. Folded so many times the crease lines were white and soft to the touch, Gale’s face gazed back at him. Caught unawares he was smiling soft and curving, glancing somewhere behind the camera. Laughing at something John had said, trying to pretend that he wasn’t. His cheek was rested in one elegant hand, gold ring glinting in the sunlight; a carbon match to the one on John’s own finger.

“Be seeing you soon Buck.” John adjusts himself against the organic synthetic fibers of the mattress below him.

Fifteen seconds the computer chirps warningly. John always thought she got a little testy in those last few moments, as if scolding an unruly child.

John reaches for the pouch beside his temple, withdrawing the last pill from the sheathe. Soft baby blue and the size of a quarter, he’d been issued exactly sixty-five of them upon the start of his expedition. Enough to get him all the way to the furthest reaches of the known galaxy in the shortest amount of time. Seven more consecutive jumps than had been previously attempted. Anything more than thirty and Federal Law was a minimum six months rest and recuperation before attempting further jumps. Risks for brain bleeds, heart attacks and Z-Sum sleep went up with every extra jump. John had stopped only once, stretching to forty five jumps before stopping at the nearest C-Class Planet Simulator outpost to rest. It had been his last chance to speak to Gale before he exited the reach of all communications. Eight months since he had seen that smile in any medium other than this photo.

A quiet, tense conversation. Buck hadn’t wanted him to go; knew better than to stop him.

“You’ll be careful out there John?” Buck was the only one to never call him Bucky. To the public he was Egan, Major if they were being formal. In private it was John, always John. His husband was strange like that.

“More careful than a cat in a rainstorm.”

Buck hums and squints his eyes at him. Stress sat in heavy lines at the corners of his lips, between his brows and around his temples. It had been eight months since John had kissed that mouth, tasted Gale’s sweet noises on his tongue.

“You have enough LCHS’s to get through? None of them are compromised?”

“Buck.” John sighs, “Come on.”

Gale runs a hand through his hair, sucks his bottom lip between his teeth “I know you know what you’re doing...” His deep voice rumbled through the comms, staticky and pale in comparison to the in person thing.

“It’s just your job.” John finishes, grinning at Bucks self-amused shrug. “I checked them all twice. No leakage, no discoloration.”

“I love you.”

It never failed to make John’s spine tingle, hearing those words spoken so easily and effortlessly. The Gale he had gone to flight school with was a reserved quiet thing; John was better off trying to space-walk without a suit than pull an ounce of vulnerability from the other man. The years had softened him - John had softened him.

“I love you too sweetheart. I’ll see you in eight months.”

Ten seconds.

John startles, the pill slipping from his fingers and drifting in the gloom. He curses and reaches for it, straining against the straps holding him down. His steady beating heart kicks into panic mode.

For centuries mankind had struggled to break out of the tiny confines of their miniscule corner of the universe. Confined by things like time-space and the limits of the human life span versus the distance needed to travel to discover anything new. They’d languished away certain of it was their destiny to never walk amongst the stars. Until HyperSpace had been discovered. The miniscule pocket between the folded pages of space-time. A way to jump through matter from one corner of the galaxy to another - and further. It blew the doors wide open on space exploration. They could go anywhere, journey past the point of creation they could find it.

The only thing holding them back was the side effects of HyperSpace. It didn’t seem to pair so well with the cranial contents of human beings. The tendency to turn ones brain to pure soup was a drawback that left researchers, scientists and theorists all stumped. SMall jumps were manageable, with migraines and dizziness a much more risk-acceptable outcome. But in order for them to make any real progress they would need to find a solution,

LCHS. Lysergic Cerebral Hibernation Synthesizer.

The miracle drug and the solution to their dilemma. Developed initially from LSD the drug soothed the more vulnerable edges of one's brain and put the subject in such a deep sleep it took a reversal injection to bring one back to the waking world. It was used recreationally now as well; a way of opening one's mind to the world beyond the physical dimensions. Where light and color and feeling weren’t senses but physical states of being. It kept their pilots down for the jump; kept them asleep to the journey home.

Without it. Well. Nobody had made a waking Hyperjump in as long as John could remember, at least had done it and lived.

Five seconds.

John hisses through clenched teeth, straining for that little blue pill, technology his husband had dedicated his life to. Logically they both knew it was unlikely Gale had made the exact LCHS’s that sustained John, but he knew the other man pretended he did either way. The level of care put into each new batch as if it was made for his beloved specially.

Three seconds.

John risks freeing one of his shoulders from the straps so he can get better reach. “Come on” he hisses. Closes his fingers around the dosage.

Two seconds.

John lays back, shoves his shoulder back into the strap so quickly the velcro scrapes his skin raw. He lifts the pill to his mouth, pressing past his lips.

One second.

Entering Hyperspace.

Gale. John thinks.

His brain turns to mush.

#swiftywrite #2buck #buck x bucky #clegan.#mota #master of the air

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odetodilfs · 1 year

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Shaving

Short summary: Just a regular evening until Javier asks you if you want him to shave down there.

Pairing: Javier Peña x male!reader

Warnings: Established relationship, Spanish is spoken, so translations at the end, reader referred to as "boyfriend" and NSFW implied.

It was another one of those evenings at home where you showered with your boyfriend Javier. He was just so amazing, you found out he loved being held and that was exactly what you did every night. Now he was just finishing showering and he opened the door, goddamn it, he looked so hot with that, his mustache curving up with his smile, he was so cute…

“Amor,” he called you from the door, you were laying on your shared bed, watching something on the television before going to sleep, “¿Si? ¿Pasa algo?” you asked,

“Uhm… do you want me to…” he thought about it, clearly it was something embarrassing, “¿Sí mi amor?” you smiled at him, letting him know you wouldn’t ridicule him, “do you want me to maybe… shave down there” he signaled to the happy trail and the pubes that were under the towel he was wearing, “Do it and I’ll kill you” you chuckled,

“So…. I’ll take that as a no” he laughed, going to the bed, it was warm today, perfect for being shirtless in bed. “Well, it just wouldn’t feel natural to suck your dick and not have my nose nestled there, you know?” you asked, both of you laughing, “Wow, the confidence is high today huh?” he smiled, “Yeah, I just love that mat of hair down there, it just suits you” he was blushing, “Awwww, Javier, te estás sonrojando?” you asked him, he tried to hide it, “Uhmm…” he started, “Véngase acá amor mío, le quiero tener en mis brazos” you signaled him into your arms, he immediately crawled over, but then took off his towel, leaving him naked,

“Woah, you think I can resist the need to fuck you if that ass is gonna be next to my dick?” you joked, “Nah, which is why I do it” he said as he curled up into your arms and kissed your neck. You watched the rest of the soap opera on TV until it finished, laughing at how hilariously bad it was, you both commented on how it was so bad that it ended up being good, eventually, once the lights were switched out and you were holding Javier as usual, you said goodnight to each other, but you had 1 more question, “Javier… no te vas a afeitar allá abajo, ¿no?” you asked him “Obvio que no, lindo, todo por hacer a mi novio feliz” he kissed you goodnight as he fell asleep, you thanked the universe for giving you this man, he was a dream come true, with his mustache and everything, you admired him till you fell asleep too.

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Translations!!

¿Pasa algo? - "Anything wrong?"

"¿Te estas sonrojando?" - "Are you blushing?"

"Véngase acá amor, lo quiero en mis brazos" - "Come here my love, I want you in my arms.

“Javier… no te vas a afeitar allá abajo, ¿no?” - "Javier... you're not shaving down there, are you?

“Obvio que no, lindo, todo por hacer a mi novio feliz” - "Obviously not, gorgeous, everything to make my boyfriend happy"

#javier peña #javier peña x male reader #javier pena fanfiction #narcos #narcos fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal x reader #x male reader #gay #gay love

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roosterforme · 2 years

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Is It Working For You? Part 12 | Rooster x Reader

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Summary: As the mission deadline looks like it will be moved up, Bradley wants to spend as much time with you as possible. But your fears and concerns have you pumping the brakes.

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, angst, fluff, some swears, adult banter

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Bradley woke up before his 6:30 alarm went off. For the second night in a row, he slept soundly with you draped across his body. Your hair was all over the place, and you were wearing his black tee shirt from the day before. You were curled up on his chest with your arm draped across his shoulder. This was perfect. He could certainly get used to this. And he hoped you would think about what he said last night. He was serious about you and wanted to be around you as much as possible.

It was early, and he didn't want to wake you yet, but the second he moved his arm, you held him tighter and mumbled, "Let's stay in bed all day."

"That's what Saturdays are for, Sweetheart. Not Tuesdays. It's time to get up."

You just grumbled and started reaching for your glasses. Bradley handed them to you and you popped up in bed, stretching your arms over your head.

"I don't want to get up," you groaned at him, and he chucked. "Oh, God, are you a morning person? Is that why they call you Rooster?"

"Guilty," Bradley replied as he kissed you softly before climbing out of bed. "Usually I go for a nice, long run early in the morning. But you've been a bit of a distraction."

"Sorry," you mumbled, settling back into the bed alone, head meeting the pillow.

"You're not sorry," he whispered as he kissed your cheek. "I'm going to get a quick shower. I would invite you to join me, but I can barely fit in there alone. And then I'm going to shave."

You jolted up in bed again. "Shave?! You're not allowed to shave off your mustache!"

Bradley laughed at the expression on your face. "I knew that you liked it, but I did not know you loved it."

"I told you I did! That first night at the Hard Deck. I pretty much told you I loved your mustache and your ridiculous shirts. Plus, I own your mustache now, and I did not say you were allowed to shave!"

Bradley leaned down and kissed you. "I'm not going to shave it off, Baby Girl. I'm just going to clean it up and shave everything around it. I didn't get to shave yesterday morning, so this stubble has got to go," he said, rubbing his mustache and stubble all over your face.

You squealed and tried to hide under the blanket, but Bradley pulled it off the bed and scooped you up. You threw your arms around his neck. "Take me in with you, I'm going to supervise."

So Bradley took you into his distressingly small bathroom with him. You took a shower while he shaved, and you continuously peeked out at him to check what he was doing. "Hey, watch that razor. It's getting a little close to the goods," you warned his reflection in the mirror.

Bradley wanted to do this with you every morning. Preferably in a larger bathroom.

"I'm not going to hurt it, I promise."

"You better not," he heard you grumble as you washed your hair.

He had a hard time finishing his shave, because he was smiling so much.

After you were all dressed in your head to toe khaki with your hair in a bun, you sat on the edge of his bed and laced up your boots. But as soon as Bradley started to get dressed in his flight suit, your eyes followed his movements.

"You look ridiculously good in that thing," you told him as he shimmied and zipped up the suit over his broad chest.

Bradley just laughed and shook his head, "Don't tell me now that you've got a thing for uniforms, Baby Girl. You wear one every day. Everyone you work with wears one too!"

"Maybe I just have a thing for flight suits?" You stood and let your fingers glide to the top of his zipper. "Yeah, that makes sense."

"So you got a thing for the other aviators in their flight suits too?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse as you pulled the zipper all the way back down revealing his black tee and compression shorts.

"Nope. I guess it's just you then. I guess I just have a thing for you, Rooster."

He froze as you pulled the sleeves down his arms and let the suit crumble down his calves and around his boots. You teased him through his shorts, gliding your fingers up and down his hardening length. "If we leave now, we would have enough time to grab breakfast and a coffee in the cafeteria," you told him as you looked up at him with wide innocent eyes.

"Yeah, that's true," he agreed. His cock was starting to twitch in anticipation. "But I don't need breakfast or coffee today. Do you, Baby Girl?"

"No," you replied, dropping down to your knees in front of him and dragging down the waistband of his shorts.

Bradley groaned loudly as he sprang free, and you took him in both of your hands. You ran your fingers along his length and smiled up at him. Bradley thought he could come just from this, but then your tongue peeked out to taste the tip of him, licking his drop of moisture into your mouth. "Sweetheart," he rasped, bringing his hands up to your cheeks. Your eyes met his as you took some more of his length into your mouth.

His hands went to the back of your head and into your bun, holding you gently as you took as much of him as you could handle. Your tongue worked along his length as you moved your head back and forth. You sucked, licked and caressed him with your mouth. Then with one smooth movement, you had him in almost to his balls, and he thought he was going to black out. He literally saw stars as you hummed and then pulled him out with a pop.

"Does this feel good?" you asked him, pumping him once in your hand.

"Fuck. You feel amazing," he managed to say before you gently licked and sucked his balls before returning to his dick.

Bradley loved a good blow job just as much as the next guy, but the longer he lasted, the more you seemed to be getting into it. You were moaning a bit which made him somehow harder. And your hair was a mess now from his fingers, loose strands falling around your beautiful face. You looked like a filthy angel with his cock in your pretty mouth. Every time you made eye contact with him, he thought he was going to come.

Plus, maybe he was the one with a bit of a thing for uniforms, because watching you do this while you were dressed for work... fuck.

The sloppy wet noises as you bobbed along his length were becoming completely obscene. "This is fucking hot," he gasped, and you pulled him out of your muth then licked his full length from balls to tip. You wrapped your hands around his thighs and took him until you were almost gagging. You bobbed your head slightly, your eyes starting to water, and Bradley knew he was going to come. He gently wrapped his fingers in your hair again and bucked a little bit into you as you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on him hard.

"Fuck!" he cried out, filling your mouth and throat with his cum. You gasped and swallowed it all down. He watched and felt your movements become slower as you licked up every last drop. You swiped the side of your mouth with your thumb, then licked it while smirking up at him.

Bradley reached down and hauled you up to your feet, eliciting a surprised laugh from you. He walked you backward to his bed. "Let's just stay in bed all day, Sweetheart."

"You told me that wasn't allowed on Tuesdays!"

"I think we should anyway. And now I fully understand why that asshole Kyle is so desperate for you. Holy hell."

"Hey!" you protested, lightly smacking Bradley's chest as he tossed you onto his bed and kissed you. "I never did that with him."

"Careful Baby Girl, or you might make me feel special."

And this is why you both ran into work with just a few seconds to spare.

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The week progressed like a dream that occasionally turned into a nightmare. Sure, work was stressful at times, as the mission deadline seemed to be in limbo now. All signs were pointing to a worst case scenario. It looked like raw uranium was going to be delivered to the plant earlier than expected. The aviators were working overtime, trying to perfect their training, and there had even been a few close calls.

You still got to spend your free time with Bradley, but you had no idea how much longer he'd be in San Diego after this mission. The thought was painful, but in the meantime, you shared a bed every night, ate together, and talked about seemingly everything. And, you were having the best sex of your life. There was nothing about this man that turned you off. It was all exactly right.

You were getting the impression that Bradley was ready to put a label on whatever this was, but if he wasn't sure he was going to stick around, what was the point?

And a small voice in your head was certain he would be chosen to fly as one of the Daggers. He was the best, how could he not be picked? It was scary to think about, but he was going to do his job, and you were going to do yours. Because you were the best, too. And all of that was precisely the reason you didn't want to announce to the entirety of Top Gun that you and Bradley were something. What if he got pulled out of the running for the mission because of it? What if you got replaced by someone and assigned elsewhere?

You wouldn't let that happen. Maybe things could be different in the future. Maybe Bradley would get his promotion and stay in San Diego. Maybe then you could offer him more.

On Thursday morning, while you were working in the tower, you heard Bradley blow up at Maverick again over the radio. Everyone's nerves were already on edge, and when you all got called into one of the meeting rooms in the afternoon, you had a weird feeling.

You walked in next to Bradley and let your fingers gently brush against his arm. He smiled at you before you turned to stand near Cam and Maria. Your boss wasn't there, but Cyclone and Warlock were. "The mission has been officially moved up," announced Cyclone. "If you're in this room, you need to report here at 0700 hours on Sunday for transport to the USS Theodore Roosevelt. Final mission details will be announced on the carrier. Tomorrow will be your final day of training and preparations."

This is what you did. All the time. You worked for weeks, months even, perfecting mission details. Then you spent a few days here and there on the cruisers, monitoring the mission software and troubleshooting issues. But this was different. This was the most dangerous detachment you'd been working on to date.

And this is why it had been a bad idea to get too involved in the first place. Damn Rooster for being so damn charming. Right from the beginning, you knew you wouldn't be able to stay away. And now you were in over your head with him, and the mission had managed to sneak up on you.

Your eyes met Bradley's across the room. Without saying anything, you knew he would show up at your door later. You knew he would love your body and then hold you all night. And you would let him do it, because how could you stop yourself now? How could you say no?

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Bradley had kept his overnight bag at the ready all week. He'd been back and forth between your place and his room at the barracks so much, he'd barely been able to keep track of which day it was. Not that he minded. In fact, he did not mind at all. He couldn't remember a time he'd ever felt better. He slept great every night, most likely a combination of so much sex and your amazing cuddles. Even with the mission deadline right in front of him, he felt almost no stress.

He smiled as he tossed his bag into the Bronco and headed to your apartment. As soon as you opened your door for him, you were in his arms. "Hi," you whispered against his neck, placing a kiss on his Adam's apple. "I made you some spaghetti and meatballs."

This was music to Bradley's ears. "Keeping with my Lady and the Tramp theme, I see."

You just smiled and pulled him toward the kitchen. "So are we going to talk about work?" you asked, as you made him a plate of food. Bradley knew that while talking about work wasn't completely off the table, it wasn't something that the two of you really did.

"I think we should talk about a lot of things," he replied, setting the plate of food on the table and wrapping his arms around you.

"Yeah, probably," you replied. "But first you should eat. I love feeding you. You make me feel like a gourmet chef."

Bradley sat and took a few bites and tipped his head back, groaning in appreciation. "It's so good, but I've got to be honest, Baby Girl, I'm partial to the Marry Me Rooster."

You hid your face behind your hands and shook your head. "Have you officially changed the recipe's name?"

"It's a better name," he insisted, pulling you onto his lap. "You gonna make that for me again, Sweetheart?"

Your smile looked bittersweet as you whispered, "I hope so." Bradley could feel your grip around his neck tighten and his heart squeezed.

When Maria came out of her room and started watching a movie, you and Bradley snuggled on the couch and watched as well. Bradley laced his fingers through yours and pulled you down onto his chest. Your breathing relaxed and soon you were asleep on him.

When the movie ended, you roused slightly, and he carried you to your room. He set you down on your bed before climbing in after you, the quiet darkness of your room felt like the right place for a conversation.

"Can we talk now?" he asked you as you looked at him with dreamy eyes.

You nodded, pulling the blanket up to your chin and cuddling up face to face with him.

Bradley kissed your forehead and asked, "How are you feeling about the mission timeline being moved up?"

"A little nervous. Everything needs to be as perfect as it can be. Especially since you might be flying it," you told him. "Actually, I have no doubt Maverick will choose you. You're the best. Definitely better than Hangman and Coyote."

Bradley huffed out a laugh. "I'm not so sure about that. Maverick and I do not see eye to eye."

"Yeah, Roo. I noticed. Anyone listening over the radio has noticed. What's the story there?"

Bradley rolled away from you and onto his back sighing deeply. Over the last few weeks, he'd talked to you, shared more with you, than he had with anyone since his mom died. If you wanted to listen, he would keep talking to you, keep telling you everything. He rubbed his face with his hands, pressing against his eyelids until he saw stars.

"What is it?" you asked, worry in your voice as you pulled his hands away from his face.

You already knew so much about him, Bradley figured it was okay to share this with you too. "Maverick flew with my dad. For years they flew together, as pilot and weapons systems officer. And they were best friends." Bradley swallowed hard, rolling back to face you again. "Maverick was flying with my dad when he died. It was a training accident. A bad ejection."

"Oh, Bradley," you whispered and reached for him.

He took your hand, placing it against his cheek. "That's how I got my scars too. A bad ejection during a training exercise when I was younger. Shattered plexiglass went everywhere. There was so much blood."

"Roo," you gasped, tracing the scars that you already knew by heart.

"Yeah, but I got lucky I guess. Scared the shit out of me for a while though. Made me wonder if aviation was really for me... Anyway, I used to see Maverick when I was a kid. He stayed friendly with my mom until she died. But when I went to apply to the Naval Academy, he blocked my application from being processed. He prevented me from starting officer training as a college freshman, and he took four years off my career. I trusted him, and so did my parents. I guess that's the worst part about it."

"That's really fucked up, Bradley."

"Yeah, I know. That's why Mav and I keep blowing up at each other. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get past it all."

You rubbed firm circles into his back as you said, "You're a really wonderful person, Roo, especially since there's so much shit you've had to deal with. And for the record, your scars are fucking sexy."

He managed a small smile. "Thanks, Baby Girl."

You were quiet for a beat before you asked him, "Since you got hurt in training, do you get nervous for missions like this one? Assuming you get chosen to fly?"

"No, somehow being in the air feels safer in a way now," he told you. "Plus, I like the connection to my dad. I don't get nervous until it's time to launch off of the carrier. But when the nerves do kick in, it feels good. It's what helps keep me alive."

You held him tighter and kissed him hard. "Bradley Bradshaw, you better stay alive," you whispered against his lips.

He smiled against your mouth. "With you working on the crew this time, I have a good feeling."

"Well, I'm glad you see it my way," you told him, running your fingers through his hair. "This is why it's better to keep things as casual as possible. The last thing I want is to be removed from work detail or for you to be grounded because someone sees us out together right now. The rumors would start flying, and it could be a problem."

Bradley's heart lurched down into his stomach. He thought back to carrying you up the rocky beach path, and the silent disco, and your kitchen counter. He pictured your face as you pulled him in for that first kiss in his Bronco. Nothing about this felt casual to him. Icy cold doubt crept further into his mind.

"Y/N. Sweetheart." He pushed you back a little bit further from his face to get a better look at you in the dimly lit room. "What are we doing here? What is this thing between us?" he rasped.

You looked at him with a quirked eyebrow and whispered, "Having fun? Enjoying ourselves?"

Bradley couldn't dispute that. He was having the most fun, enjoying himself more than he ever had before with any woman. But he didn't think that was all it was. You knew so much about him that he never, ever thought he'd share, and he loved learning more about you.

He forced himself to ask, "Is that it then? Am I just a bit of fun for you?"

He watched your face crumble and he immediately felt like an ass. "What? Of course not, Bradley. I care about you! I told you, everything you do and say makes me like you more."

"Then what do you want from me, Baby Girl? Because I never stop thinking about you. I want to be around you all the time. But what do you want from me?"

"I don't... I don't know," you whispered, barely able to meet his eyes. "I don't think it needs a label at the moment. At least not until after we get back from this mission. I mean, realistically, you don't know where you'll be sent next. You said so yourself. And this thing with us, it's still really new, you know? So I guess we should just wait and see."

Bradley could physically feel his heart cracking open inside him. "If that's what you want, then that's what we'll do," is all he managed to say as he felt you lace your fingers with his.

And later in the night when you reached for him, whispering that you wanted him and kissing his scarred face, a small part of him was disappointed that he was always going to give in to you.

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This chapter is dedicated to everyone who has let me know that Rooster in his flight suit is next level for them ;) I see you, and I appreciate you lol.

Part 13 is here

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