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themorriganwitch · 10 months

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The Bronco Sex Diaries Pt1

Summary: A couple of drinks at the hard deck make your boyfriend absolutely insatiable for you. Bradley just wished that Hangman would not have witnessed the two of you

Paring: Bradley Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

Words: 1,2k

Warning: just porn, no plot, 18+ MDNI!!, oral sex (m!recieving), car sex, dirty talk, a splash of daddy kink , praise kink/ degradation kink

A/N: English is not my first language, please be aware that there will be mistakes. Feedback is always appreciated

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You and Bradley spend your Saturday evening with the dagger squad at the hard deck playing pool and drinking beer while chatting about their upcoming mission, which will take Bradley at least 2 months away from you.

You were not entirely sure if it was because of all the shots Phoenix made your drink, the upcoming deployment or the fact that Bradley wore his brown-green Hawaiian shirt, which matched fantastically with the color of his eyes – all you knew was that the man besides you looked like a fallen god who needs to get his dick sucked as soon as you could make it work.

„Would you say that you are a focused driver?”, you say smiling sheepishly at your boyfriend.

Bradley, who is currently sitting behind the wheel of his bronco, eyes narrowed on the street and one hand resting on your thigh, shots you a confused look.

“Yeah, I think so”.

“Great”, you state enthusiastically, before you loosen your seatbelt and bend over to open your boyfriends’ pants.

“Whoa, Baby Girl. What are you doing?”, Bradley asks wide eyed, still trying to focus on the street.

“I guess that’s quite obvious, Honey. Could you please lift your hips for me?” you ask eagerly while trying to peel him out of his blue jeans.

Always the obeying lieutenant Bradley lifts his hips to give you your desired access. “Baby”, he starts but at that exact moment you slip your hand insides his briefs and instead of the words he wanted to say, he lets out a deep groan.

You slowly pump his half hard dick while you stare amazed at your boyfriend, who tries his hardest to not let fully go into your touch and close his eyes in enjoyment.

“Baby”, he murmured. “Shhhhh”, you make while pulling him out of his shorts.

“Please let me do this for you, Daddy”, you plead. “Need to feel you in my mouth so bad. Could not think about anything else while we were out with our friends. You looked so good when you played pool with Jake. Had to think about sucking you off the whole time”.

“Fucking hell”, Bradley groans. “Take what you need, Baby. I’m all yours”.

He leans back in his seat to give you better access while you sank your head down and wrap your lips around his already leaking tip.

You slowly start to get into a steady rhythm, trying to get him deeper down your throat with every bob. His right hand founds it way into your messed up hair, guiding you down his cock.

“God, Baby. You’re so good for me. Taking me so well. My perfect little slut. Could not think about anything else, huh? Always so needy for your daddy?”, he asks with a smirk.

You nod eagerly, trying to ignore the growing wet patch in your panties. The one hand which you had previously wrapped around the base of his cock, wanders lower to teasingly squeeze his balls, just like you know he loves it.

“Fuck”, he moans, happy that the car was now parked in front of a red light, giving him the chance to close his eyes for a moment and enjoy the treatment he was given.

At least until the very moment he watched a familiar looking white jeep pull up next to his window. “Fuck!”, he repeats his earlier words now completely horrified since you absolutely show no ambition to stop your motions.

No, instead you were now able to take him deep enough that the tip of his cock brushes the back of your throat.

“Fuck”, he repeats again, trying desperately not to buck his hips up while no one else but Jake Seresin rolls the window of Coyotes passenger seat down and grins at him.

Bradley, who has no choice but to roll his own window down, shots you a warning glare, which you retort by winking at him, while you let your tongue follow the thick veins of the bottom of his cock.

“Bradshaw”, Hangman grins. “Long time no see”.

“Hangman, Coyote”, Bradley greets his work colleagues who he just left about 15 minutes ago.

“Where’s your girlfriend?”, Coyote asks from his driver seat, brows furrowed in concern.

“Oh”, Rooster starts, but then you gently suck his tip while squeezing his balls accordingly. It took all his willpower to not moan into Hangman’s face.

Bradley clears his throat, opening his mouth trying desperately to find an excuse he could tell his friends while you were sucking the dear life out of him.

Just before he could say something dumb, Jake stumbles as he leans his head out the window.

“Yeah Bradshaw”, Jake starts, a shit eating grin slowly starting to form on his lips. “Where is your girlfriend?”.

With a loud and satisfying plop you let go of your boyfriend’s dick and come eye to eye with your friends, while your hand wanders from his balls back to his dick, pumping him in a steady rhythm.

You smile at the two aviators. Coyote looking at you with his mouth wide open while the gleam in Jakes eyes was clearly to identify as respect. And jealousy.

“If you could excuse us, gentlemen, we need to get home cause I desperately need my boyfriend to fuck me senseless. I wish you a wonderful night”, you say kindly, still pumping Bradley who had his eyes focus on the traffic lights, lips pressed together.

You press a loving kiss to his cheek, nodding towards the lights that now switches to green.

Bradley takes the hint, pressing the foot on the gas not bothering to say his goodbyes.

“Holy Shit”, Bradley says in absolute disbelief. You smile at him cheekily. “Yeah. That was something to remember”. He rolls his eyes. “Do you at least want to finish what you started, Baby?”

“Sure thing, Daddy”, you grin, head already back on its way down his throbbing cock.

You hollow your cheeks to fit him better into your mouth, your rhythm is fast.

“Fuck”, he moans.

“Gonna reward you so good when we’re home, Baby Girl. Gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop. Gonna pull orgasm after orgasm from you. Until your thighs are soaked with the mess you made, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, and you beg me to stop. Does that sound good to you, Baby?”

You nod eagerly, knowing he was close now because you feel his cock twitching in your

mouth.

“Yeah? You wanna be my good little fuck toy, don’t you? First you want to make daddy happy with a blow job and then you want him to use your pussy. To own you? Want him to punish you for embarrassing him in front of his friends? Fuck”, he moans as he pulled the Bronco into the driveway of your shared home.

As soon as the car stand still his hips thrust up into your face, tears now streaming down your cheek as he came with a deep groan shooting his warm cum into your mouth. You swallow eagerly, lifting your head up.

“Hi, Baby”, Bradley smiles at you.

“Hi, Sailor”, you smile back. “Want to go inside and do all the stuff you promised?”

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20-th-centurygirl · 1 year

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champion

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: language, smut, fluff (the usual)

summary: showing Mason how proud you are about his England call up

a/n: this was super rushed because I wanted to get it out the day the squad was announced <3

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Edit: this was written before I knew his injury meant he's out the squad 🫣 I'm not gonna delete it bc i like it so this can be set a few years ago instead 🤭

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The moment you found out Mason had his call up for England you were determined to show him how proud you were of him. You immediately ran to quickly shower before putting on Mason's favorite underwear set you owned, a chelsea blue lacy thong and bra, it was simple but that was how Mason liked it. As soon as he was home you kissed him almost aggressively, all your pride being poured into the kiss.

Soon enough he was sprawled out on your shared bed whining and whimpering for you to keep going and you hollowed your mouth around him, fondling his balls with one hand and scratching his thigh with your other as his hands tightly gripped your hair

"Fuck don't stop. You're so good." He whined out, bucking his hips up to meet your heads movements. You pulled off to stroke him as you caught your breath. You looked up at him, finding it amusing at his clear struggle to maintain eye contact with you. "My champion, always. You make me so proud everyday Mase." He whimpered at your praise, one of his hands finding your free one. "I love you Mason". You leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips before lowering your head and taking him in your mouth again, elicting loud moans from him. You could tell he was getting close by the way he twitched in your mouth and gripped your hand a little tighter. "Fuck 'm so close. Don't stop please don't stop." You went faster, peering up at him and the sight of you batting your eyelashes innocently while your mouth made the most sinful gagging noises and made Mason feel indescribably good made his eyes roll back as he finished in your mouth, his stomach tensing and heaving as he did. You swallowed all of him before you pressed a few small kisses on his tip, causing him to let out a loud whimper before you moved up and kissed him.

"Seriously Mase, I'm so proud of you. You deserve everything and more." You stroked his cheek as he got his breath back, him smiling softly at you. He'd had a rough time the past few weeks so seeing him so happy again warmed your heart. "Thank you. I love you so much." It was your turn to have a grin that was ear to ear before you leaned in and kissed him, biting on his lip softly to deepen the kiss.

Once you heard him moan into the kiss you knew you had the green light. You moved on top of him, straddling him as his hands went to the clasp of your bra, desperately trying to get it off. "Mase, I'm not going anywhere calm down." You giggled as you took it off yourself before kissing him again, grinding on him at an agonisingly slow pace. His fingers tugged at the lacy thong you were wearing, signalling he wanted that off too. You lifted your hips slightly to take it off before continuing your actions, both of you moaning loudly as there was no fabric in the way. "No please don't tease me" he whined, you smirked at him "I only just made you cum? So whipped for me aren't you Mase?" He whined, "Yes I am. You said tonight was about me." He pouted, and you kissed his pout away "I did say that, it is. What do you wanna do now baby?"

He moved to sit up against the headboard before gesturing for you to get on top, something which you were more than happy to do. You both moaned out in unison as you lowered yourself onto him. His hands immediately wrapped around your waist as he guided you up and down. You wrapped your arms around his neck, desperately trying to maintain eye contact. "fuck Mase, you feel so good. Always making me feel so good." Your head fell back and Mason's mouth went straight to your neck, sucking and biting every inch of skin he could get to as his hands gripped your waist tight. His mouth travelled down to your chest, littering your boobs in faint hickies. They were one of his favorite places to give you hickies because only he would get to see them, and he was obsessed with your boobs so to him it was a win-win. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue and groaning around it. "Mase I'm gonna cum." You let out a squeal and he gently bit your nipple before moving his face to yours, noses touching. "Me too babe, come on, let go for me." He bucked his hips up desperately, now chasing his own high aswell as getting you to yours as his thumb rubbed your clit. It took seconds for you to clench around him, your nails leaving crescent shapes on his shoulders as your legs shook violently, moaning out his name like it was the only word you knew. This triggered Mason's orgasm, his whimpers muffled against your neck as his fingers left red marks on your waist.

You slumped onto his, both of you panting. "I love you." Mason whispered as he kissed your forehead. Your squeezed his waist lightly "I love you too" you moved off him, both of you lying on your sided facing eachother. You poked his nose gently with your finger "I'm so proud. Always so proud." "I can tell." He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling the duvet over the two of you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your forehead.

You gently scratched his forearm with your nails, earning hums of appreciation from Mason as eyes fell shut. "Mase?' He hummed in response, still not opening his eyes. "Look at me please?" He opened his eyes, one raised out of curiosity. "Everything okay?" "Yeah, I just wanted to know how you feel. I know you were worried about the call up and I didn't really give you a chance to talk when you got home, I just jumped on you." Mason sniggered at this "well I'm not complaining. I'm happy, I was really worried because of what's going on with Chelsea but I'm happy I've got the call up, and that I've got you with me for another international tournament. I love you. For the way you love me and always support me." The way he spoke with such sincerity melted your heart. "I will always love and support you darling, and I'm happy you know that." You brought a hand up to stroke his cheek and Mason kissed the palm of your hand. He rested his chin on your head as he pulled you fully into his bare chest. You pressed a small kiss to it "night Mase, I love you." He kissed your hair in response "night love, I love you too, forever."

#footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football imagine #mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x you #mason mount #mason mount smut #mason mount fluff

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cod-z · 1 month

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[NSFW 18+] Pegging Series (Anon Reveal)

Your media consumption isn't my responsibility | TW: NSFW 18+, Title itself explanatory

Pairing(s): Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Stoic!Reader

| One-shots | A/N: My anon reveal and brain-rot. For those who knows said story, yes, I am THAT anon from said blog

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Stoic!Reader in a different attire, something black, leathery, or perhaps sophisticated 👀 (we see where this is going?) Black heels or combat boots (clean ofc).

Simon tied to the bed, his body sprawled like a star on his bed, seeing as Stoic!Reader’s bed was a bit too small to do the thing that they wanted to do to our Simon Riley.

Stoic!Reader’s eyes boring into Simon’s who glares back at them, both being power hungry for dominance but alas, Simon has surprisingly lost this one and yet he allows it himself to lose, to see if Stoic!Reader was really worth to see his vulnerable side that wants to be taken care of before shit went down hill for him.

His throbbing cock already standing proud though it falters a little from the weight of his girth, the pre-cum already dribbling down to his happy trail, covering it with a sticky, shiny and white coat. Not for long as Stoic!Reader presses the base of their heel/boot on his cock, making Simon jolt from the small pressure, his breath hitching while maintaining eye contact.

Simon’s was about to retort before feeling Stoic!Reader’s shoe move on his cock, the rough/smooth texture felt so good against his flesh, making his cock leak out more pre-cum, some of it sliding down his thighs while he lets out those sweet whimpers from his throat. He squirms, making his bounds chafe his wrists and ankles, his mouth partly open and heavily breathing while he tries to buck his hips, wanting more.

Though he stops once Stoic!Reader adds more pressure, adding pain as his cock pressed against his stomach making him groan, his hips unable to move without making his cock hurt against the shoe.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, I thought mommy/daddy said to be a good boy?” Stoic!Reader shaking their head in mocking disappointment.

Simon pathetically whimpers as his cock responds to their words, he was a good boy, he IS a good boy, a good boy for Stoic!Reader. He needs to be a good boy!

“I-I am…” he mutters underneath his breath, not wanting to be heard through the thin walls and into prying ears.

“What was that?”

“I’m a good boy!” he says louder, satisfied with his response, the movement continues on and the pressure lessened, giving that perfect pace for him while his moans and squirms underneath Stoic!Reader. His hips bucking ever so slightly, giving him a bit of control for the pace and how hard he wants it, rutting into Stoic!Reader’s shoe, reminding them of a certain mutt in the squad.

Stoic!Reader plays with the strap-on while they watch the cold, scary Lieutenant crumble against their shoe, falling into pleasure that they control, hearing him mutter utter nonsense.

“Need… cock… please…”

Oh, what’s this? The Simon Riley has a mommy/daddy kink? (personally I think mommy kink works better, sorry)

“Need mommy’s cock inside ya, good boy?”

“Please, been so good f’you,” Simon’s eyes were watering, the lack of his orgasm causing him to be so needy for Stoic!Reader’s strap-on/cock and who was Stoic!Reader to deny such a pretty plea from their Lieutenant as they get on their knees. The head of the strap-on already plunging in with ease, the rest of it following behind, making Simon groan loudly.

“Such a good boy for mommy~” the sound of praises making Simon clench so harshly on the plastic toy before receiving relentless thrusts into his ass, Stoic!Reader already removed his restraints before spreading his legs out more, going in deeper into his hole. “Mama’s perfect boy~”

“Yes, mmm! —fuck— yes! G’nna do you proud, come home t’you and —yes, fuck yes— be your perfect soldier!”

Stoic!Reader grabs Simon’s cock and starts jerking him off, his hands grabbing the pillows or the sheets as Stoic!Reader increases the pace, knowing that his orgasm was so close after edging him on for so long. Though Stoic!Reader never expected Simon to ask/moan out; “Kiss—fuck—please, kiss”

His whine, the pleading, it was so pathetic.

Stoic!Reader never gave any sort of affections, only straight to fucking and kissing their foreheads was just a comfort thing but on the lips? Shit, this was deep shit. But the pathetic pleas and cries coming from Simon… Stoic!Reader who reluctantly gives a deep, sloppy and lustful kiss for Simon because he was a mama’s boy, their mama’s boy.

The kiss making Simon cum on his stomach but Stoic!Reader wants him to forget, everything. Fucks Simon into oblivion till he forgets about the kiss and pegs him so deep that he couldn’t sit down for a week or walk straight.

Stoic!Reader who gives aftercare like always as he sleeps.

Stoic!Reader who gets themselves into deep shit and slowly starts to care for 141 more than they should have, they don’t love nor get attraction but this was deep shit, as they close the door.

#cod z #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw x reader #cod x you #modern warfare x reader #call of duty fanfiction #\#cod fanfic #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #ghost smut #ghost x you

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justabigassnerd · 1 year

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Boys Are Jerks

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader

Word count - 3,309

Warnings - swearing, teenagers being assholes, protective Hangman, Rooster & Coyote, angst

Summary - You get asked out as a dare by a boy in your grade, unfortunately for him and his friends, you have an overprotective father & squad of naval aviators behind you

A/N - hey y'all I strike once more with a new fic! This was an anon request but with the love 'Hangman junior' got I was bound to write a new fic at some point (I have some ideas for more of this universe). As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

People would always say you were a carbon copy of your father, Jake Seresin, and you more often than not you found yourself agreeing. You shared the same wit and personality. But the thing that really proved you were your father’s daughter, was that you caught boy’s attention the same way your dad caught the attention of women. You never asked for it, but it was always thoroughly entertaining to see the various ways boys would try to get your attention. Despite you having the choice of most of the boys in your grade at school you had your eye on one guy in your grade. Liam Clark was one of the most popular guys in your grade. He was good-looking and captain of the football team. He was one of the only guys not constantly hitting on you, so you figured he wasn’t interested and so just minded your own business while admiring him from afar.

One day however, when you were at school, you were getting books from your lockers when Liam popped up behind you, asking your friends if he could talk to you alone. Your friends were hesitant at first, but you reassured them that you’d be fine and catch up with them in a bit. When your friends left the two of you in peace, he leant against the locker next to yours and glanced down at you.

“So, can I help you with something?” You ask lightly, closing your locker after you’ve gathered the books you need.

“You can actually. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out on a date sometime? You’re pretty cute and I’d love to get to know you more.” He asks coolly, his lips turning up into a smirk when he notices the blush covering your cheeks.

“Uh… yeah! I’d love to!” You manage to say after being rendered speechless for a couple of seconds.

“Great. Does Friday work?” He asks, raising an eyebrow as you nod. At your agreement he nods and tells you he’ll message you on Instagram later with more details before backing away and heading off to his next class, leaving you a blushing mess.

Nearing the end of the school day it was finally sinking in that Liam asked you on a date and you were buzzing. You couldn’t believe it and you just couldn’t wait for Friday to come. When you got home that day, your dad instantly noticed that you were happy and asked you what got you in such a good mood.

“I just had a good day today that was all.” You replied with a grin before heading upstairs to do your homework and wait for Liam to message you.

The next day felt like it flew by. It was Thursday which meant tomorrow was the day you had your date with Liam, and you just couldn’t wait. He’d been telling you about a nice diner along the seafront which sounded great to you. At the end of the day, you made your way to your locker to put your books away after the final bell and you were already planning how to convince your dad to let you go out. Maybe you’d speak to Phoenix and Bob, and they’d help you talk to your dad about it. As you neared your locker you walked past an empty classroom and heard the familiar voice of Liam and his friends as they laughed.

“I still can’t believe it was that easy to convince her to go on a date.” Liam laughs as he folds his arms across his chest, being jostled by his friends as they laugh too.

“Just gotta get her to admit she likes you and get that kiss and the twenty bucks are yours.” One of his friends says and your heart drops into your stomach at the realisation of what was going on. You were a fucking bet.

“Weren’t you saying her dad’s one of those Navy guys, right? So I bet she’s never had her first kiss, so you really have to pull out the ‘nice guy’ act. Maybe if you meet her dad you have to be all ‘yes sir, no sir’ with him.” Another one of his friends teases, all of them mockingly saluting and jostling each other as they laugh again. Just as you decide to move away from the door, you get noticed.

“Seems we have some company.” Someone points out, every guy in the room turning to face you as you fight back the tears that threaten to build.

“I guess she heard all that?” Another guy says, pushing Liam forward to speak as he laughs and tells his friends to quieten down.

“I mean I don’t know what you expect me to say, y/n. Did you really think I would really go out with someone like you?” He scoffs, biting back a grin as his friends make comments behind him.

“He’s not wrong, Seresin. He’s captain of the football team and you’re just… well there’s no way to describe you is there.” One of the guys says as he claps Liam on the back.

“Fuck you.” You manage to spit out before turning on your heels and retreating. You shoved your books away before rushing out of the school building and making your way home as quickly as you could while tears began to blur your vision. When you finally reached your house, you were relieved to see your dad’s truck wasn’t in the driveway which meant he was still at Top Gun, and you wouldn’t have to deal with his questions. You enter the house quickly, slamming the door behind you before kicking your shoes off and darting upstairs. The second you reach your room you abandon your bag on the floor and curl up on your bed, sobbing into your pillow as the words that Liam and his friends said swim around your head. You pulled your spare pillow over your head as if that would protect your brain from the cruel thoughts that were beginning to seep into your brain. You cry until you physically can’t anymore and just as the tears start to slow you hear your phone buzz. You move the pillow from on top of your head and pick up your phone, seeing a text from your dad.

‘Hey y/n/n. We’re all at the Hard Deck so you’re free to come down whenever.’

As you read the message you were tempted to say you weren’t feeling great and wasn’t feeling up to a trip to the Hard Deck, but this was a weekly thing you did with your dad and Dagger Squad, and you figured if anyone on the planet could make you feel better it would be your dad and his team. You send him a message, saying that you were just going to freshen up and then you’d be on your way. You head into the bathroom and splash your face with cold water to make it look less like you’ve just been bawling your eyes out and once you were confident that you looked okay, you grabbed your phone and head back downstairs to put your shoes on and head to the Hard Deck.

When you arrive at the Hard Deck you take a deep breath before you head into the bar and immediately locate your dad and his team. They were, as usual, around the pool table and dart board and you made your way over to them giving them a small smile when they noticed you. Coyote immediately brought you into a hug and ruffled your hair like he always did but he failed to get anything other that a half smile and a weak hug back. When Rooster greeted you, he got a similar treatment, you gave him a weak hug and greeted him quietly. It seemed to be how you were greeting everyone, even Hangman when he returned from the bar with drinks. The gathered members of Dagger Squad talk amongst each other as you sit at a table with Bob. Bob tried to make conversation with you but when he was met with no reply, he just fell silent too. He didn’t want to leave you sitting alone so he just remained by your side, silently offering his support. Eventually, you grew thirsty and got up, first crossing to your dad.

“Hey dad, I’m pretty thirsty so I’m just going to grab a drink from Penny.” You say, standing in front of your dad as he takes his shot at the dart board.

“Okay, kid. Just stay in our sight, okay? Make sure at least one Dagger can see you.” He says and you merely nod and walk away as Jake raises an eyebrow. Usually, you groaned and sassed back that you heard that sentence every time you were at the Hard Deck. Without fail, he would always tell you to remain in the sight of at least one person from Dagger Squad just in case Penny was occupied with serving other people in the bar. And without fail when he told you this, you would roll your eyes and say he already told you a thousand times. He was worried about the way you were acting and from the expressions of his teammates, they were equally as worried as he was.

When you made it to the bar, you waited patiently for Penny to get around to you and when she did you ordered a lemonade, not bothering to argue when she tells you it was going on your dad’s tab. You used to argue back, saying that you could afford a drink, but both your dad and Penny said you didn’t need to be paying for that when he’s around. As you waited for Penny to make the drink, you heard some people enter the bar and the second you turned to see who it was out of curiosity, you regretted your action.

“Hey look, it’s Seresin.”

Upon hearing his last name being yelled across the bar, Jake perked up. He glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see some of the new Top Gun recruits that he was instructing. Some of them were worse than he used to be and would happily call him by his surname rather than his rank or callsign. When he didn’t catch a glimpse of anyone familiar, he was about to turn around, assuming whoever called out would come over to him eventually but just as he was about to turn back around, he caught a glimpse of you by the bar being hounded by a group of boys who looked to be about your age. They were laughing and jokingly shoving each other, and you looked like you wanted to cry and that alone shoved Jake into dad mode.

“Rooster. Coyote. Come here.” Jake says quickly, getting his friend's attention and heading over to the group of boys with Coyote and Rooster hot on his heels after noticing what was going on.

“What’s going on here?” Jake asks when he reaches you, the three men standing protectively by your side.

“Nothing, dad. It’s fine.” You try to say, knowing if your dad interferes the teasing will just get worse since Liam and his friends will think you can’t stand up for yourself.

“It’s clearly not fine now what the fuck is going on?” Jake demands, glaring at the boys in front of you. You were unsurprised to see that the boys were not at all intimidated by your dad, Rooster, and Coyote standing in front of them. Any other person would be terrified to be stared down by three of the Navy’s best pilots, but like any teenage boy Liam and his friends thought they were invincible.

“It’s between us and her, so why don’t you mind your own business.” Liam says with a roll of his eyes as the three aviators share a look.

“You made it our business when you messed with y/n.” Coyote says lowly, taking a step closer to the boys before being pulled back by your dad.

“I mean if you’re all that desperate to know then I guess I can tell you. We bet Liam here twenty bucks that he couldn’t take y/n out on a date and get her to admit she liked him and kissed him by the end of the date. She overheard us at the end of school today and she ran off crying. Pretty pathetic if you ask me.” One of Liam’s friends explains with a proud smile on his face, the others gathered laughing as the aviators clench their jaws in an attempt to stop themselves from punching them. You felt your eyes well up with tears when the explanation is said, and you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you look up to see Rooster looking down at you softly. He gives you a gentle smile of reassurance before he turns back to the group of teenagers.

“You look familiar.” Rooster states calmly, looking Liam up and down before thinking to himself for a minute.

“Yeah, you’re definitely familiar. I’m sure I saw you the morning we boarded the carrier before we shipped out for the uranium mission.” Rooster continues, smirking to himself when he sees Liam and his friends grow worried. Most kids around here were the children of Navy personnel and on days when they’d ship out, families would be surrounding their loved ones, wishing for them to come home safely. Hangman and Coyote caught on to what Rooster was talking about and they all began to think of who Liam’s parent could be.

“I got it! It’s Captain Clark, right?” Coyote says the moment the name comes to mind, and everyone notices Liam’s face paling at his words.

“I know him. I’m sure he won’t be pleased to hear that his prized son we hear him bragging about has been acting like an asshole.” Rooster says with a smirk, folding his arms across his chest as the boy's exchange worried looks with each other.

“Please don’t tell him. I’m sorry!” Liam pleads, making the aviators scoff lightly to themselves at how quickly he begged for forgiveness.

“What’s going on here?” Penny asks after noticing the commotion. She didn’t miss the way the three aviators had strategically placed themselves protectively around you and the boys in front of them seemed to be around your age.

“One of these asshats decided it would be funny to ask our y/n out as a joke for a quick buck. I don’t know about you Penny, but I don’t take kindly to people who treat my daughter like that.” Jake says, not removing his glare from the teenagers who are shrinking more and more under the intense gaze.

“Well then. Fellas, would you do me the pleasure of escorting these boys off the premises? And you lot are not to come back.” Penny says, first to Hangman, Rooster, and Coyote before directing her last sentence at the boys who nod quickly and allow the naval aviators to shepherd them out of the Hard Deck. As they do that, you take your drink and make your way to a quiet table in the corner of the bar, but still in sight of Dagger Squad who watch you worriedly.

When the aviators made it outside the bar, they stood opposite the teenagers for a moment, staring them down one more time.

“Don’t ever let me find out about anything like this again.” Jake growls lowly, his protectiveness over you glaringly obvious as he stares down at Liam.

“If I ever hear about you guys treating her like shit again, you’re not going to like the person I become.” Rooster follows up and Jake looks over at him, his jaw dropping slightly and a faint blush coating his cheeks when he sees the fire of protectiveness shining in Rooster’s eyes. Jake knew Bradley had no reason to care about you, yet he did. He’d only known you since that evening in the bar before training for the uranium mission began but you’d formed a tight bond with him, and it made Jake happy which he had never expected when he first discovered Rooster had been called back too. After Rooster takes a step back from the teens, they scamper away with their tails in between their legs.

“Teenagers.” Coyote scoffs, clapping both men on the shoulder before turning around and heading back into the Hard Deck. Rooster and Hangman share an amused look before turning around to head back into the Hard Deck too. When Jake locates you, his hard expression softens when he notices your heartbroken expression as you stirred the straw in your drink half-heartedly. He excused himself from Bradley and the others and made his way over to you.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Jake says softly as he eases himself into the seat next to you.

“Hi, dad.” You reply, not even looking his way and your voice monotone. Just as he opens his mouth to talk you beat him to it.

“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m okay.” You continue, your voice cracking as you fight back tears from rolling down your cheeks.

“I wasn’t going to.” He was lying. He wanted to see if you were okay after what just happened but clearly, you weren’t, and it broke his heart.

“C’mon, let’s step outside for a few. It’s quieter.” Jake says, gesturing for you to follow him outside which you do reluctantly. Once you exit the bar, Jake leads you down to the beach, sitting on the wall and staring out across the ocean as you mimic his actions.

“I’m sorry those dicks did that to you. You deserve better than that.” Jake starts, his voice gentle as he speaks as you bite your bottom lip to fight back the tears.

“I really liked him, dad.” You admit in a whisper, the tears now dribbling down your cheeks just as Jake turns his head to look at you, causing him to pull you into his side and wraps both arms around you protectively.

“I just don’t understand why they did that.” You mumble against your dad’s shoulder, your arms wrapping around his middle to cuddle closer.

“Because boys are jerks, that’s why.” Jake says, a small smile appearing when you release a small breathy laugh at his words.

“Listen to me, sweetheart. Boys do stuff like that because they’re dumb idiots. They just don’t know how beautiful and amazing you really are. y/n/n, you are so loved, and you’ll always have me and the Daggers around. And one day you’ll find someone who likes you as much as you like them. And I’ll really want to hate them, but I can’t because I’ll be able to see how much they love you.” Jake continues, rubbing a hand up and down your back to help you calm down slightly.

“You better not scare any potential boyfriends away, dad.” You say, moving away slightly to look your dad in the eyes as he shrugs and grins.

“I’m your dad. It’s my job to do that. And it won’t just be me, you know? All of Dagger Squad, even Mav will be doing it. Because we love you so much.” Jake says, tugging you back into his arms as he chuckles at your light groan. You knew your dad and his team would absolutely do their best to scare anyone away because of how protective they are. You knew they were doing it out of love and that you could always rely on them, no matter what.

Your dad and Dagger Squad were the most overprotective people you had ever met in your life, but you wouldn’t change them for the world. Especially when they had your back with things like boy problems.

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breanime · 2 years

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Since I hear you’re lacking in the Buck gif department

I will probably (read: definitely) send more

"And there she is," Chim cheered as you walked into the firehouse, "our new full-time firefighter!"

You laughed as Chim, Eddie, Hen, Ravi, and Bobby clapped as they stood in front of the firetrucks. "Thanks, guys!" You had just finished the last of the paperwork to go from a probationary firefighter to full-time, and the squad couldn't be prouder of you.

Except the whole squad wasn't there. You didn't see Buck.

Hiding your slight disappointment, you let the others congratulate you, your head on a swivel, looking for a sign of Buck.

"Alright," Bobby announced, his voice loud and clear, "Let's get you situated!"

"Huh?" You turned to him, and as you turned, Ravi plopped a helmet on your head. "Oh!"

"Alright, newly minted 118 firefighter," Chim sang, "Let's get you in your gear."

Again, a laugh escaped from you as your team--well, most of them--fully got you in gear.

"And here's the most important part," Eddie stepped up, clipping your radio onto your lapel, he stepped back, grinning proudly at his work, "Hope this works."

"Hope what works--" you asked, but then you were interrupted by your radio hissing, and then a voice, clear and loud, came through the feed.

"Congratulations!" Buck's voice filled your ears. "We're so proud of you!"

You pressed the button to speak back. "Buck?" You chuckled. "Where are you?"

You could practically hear the smile in his voice, "Look up."

You did. Buck was standing on the balcony, a huge grin on his face, smiling down at you as he pulled his radio closer to his face, "You look good."

Your cheeks grew warm, and you laughed as the team cooed and teased you both. They all knew you and Buck had... a thing, and after a few rounds of paperwork and a couple of talks with Bobby, well... The thing between the two of you was starting to become... more than a thing. You grabbed hold of your radio, eyes never leaving Buck, and responded, "10-4 Buckley," you grinned, "and right back at'cha."

Buck's answering grin made your heart flip. His smile was your favorite thing to see, and his happy voice was your favorite thing to hear.

You had it bad.

The radio buzzed again, and Buck leaned over the railing as he spoke, "How about a drink tonight, just you and me?"

"Okay," Hen chuckled, shaking her head, "if ya'll are about to get all cutesy in here, I'm out."

"Actually," Ravi spoke up, a finger in the air, "I should go too, I need to, um, work on some... things..." He nodded, "Yeah, so... Congrats again, Y/N!"

You barely registered him scurrying off, your attention still on Buck.

"Yeah, I've got some... stuff on the truck to check," Eddie said, already walking off.

"Mm hmm," Bobby gently pushed Chim away, "Let's get back to work while these two... do whatever this is."

"We should get those two their own channel on the comms," Chim said as they walked off, "I mean, I love a rom-com as much as the next guy, but come on..."

You giggled to yourself, at both the way your flirting cleared the room and also that boyish grin on Buck's face. "Drinks, you and me tonight," you confirmed on the radio, seeing the smile widen on Buck's face, "and what about... breakfast?" You asked. "Tomorrow morning?"

You watched as Buck's eyes widened, and then he was running down the stairs and in front of you in seconds, "YES," he breathed out, chest rising with the effort it took to move that quickly, "So, uh..." He grinned again, and you could see the joy and anticipation in his bright eyes, "...It's a date."

You grinned back, taking a step closer to him, "Yeah...

...it's a date."

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 7 months

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This is after your attempt of suicide...

You slowly opened your beautiful colored eyes by blinking a couple of times before fully opening them wide. The lights were too hard and bright.

Then you remembered slowly. You cut your wrists and fainted from blood loss.

Is this heaven? You believed to be a good person. You felt happy. A place of bliss. Sadly, you saw the Colonel sitting on a chair. His chest was heaving hard and his teeth looked clenched together.

Uh. Oh. He looked feral. Like a primal Navi. A true beast.

You began to shake. Who will protect you now? Your father was dead since you were a child. He was an Alpha man. He protected your mom, yourself and others. A true gentleman. And Grace, she would defend and your other science friends. Now, you were alone.

"Hello, Princess." He drawled. He slowly stood up to his height and began to walk to your hospital bed. "Did you dream of me? You were out cold for a long time."

You gulped. "I don't remember anything when I slept."

The Colonel was right besides you. He nodded. "You almost took your own life Infront of my twins. You left them vulnerable and they started to cry. If staff didn't heard them. You would have been dead by now." He hissed l.

He grabbed your neck and tilted your face up. "you are so rebellious. Always surprising me. Behind my back, you are always up to some stupid shit."

You grabbed his hand to lessen his hold.

"I thought you changed. You broke my heart many times. You made me into a fuckin' pussy. You disgraced me. Besides the women in my family, women are evil bitches."

You coughed and tears leaked out. Will you die?

The Colonel let go of you. He then slung you over his shoulder with ease and walked. He told almost all soldiers to report to the gym. He used his ear piece.

Lyle was the only survivor of the Recom squad after the final battle. Others died. Good

New soldiers as Navis were now with Quaritch. Human soldiers and recoms gathered in the gym looking confused.

The Colonel got a huge chair and placed it in the middle of the gym. He sat down then dropped you to the floor. You landed on your ass.

You were on your knees as you looked up at the Colonel.

He then pulled his Marine pants and boxers down. He was showing his penis. Erected and ready to explode.

Some soldiers cringed in disgust and looked away. Lyle blinked. The fuck will happen? Lyle's eyes widened in fear. The Colonel will not...

The Colonel clutched the back of your head and made your face close to his dick. It was oozing cum.

"since ass whippings and freedom loss won't tame that bitchy attitude, degradation will."

You began to shake your head. "Please no." You whispered.

"I won't make a woman make a fool out of me again. I am done being nice. Fuck this diplomacy shit. You will obey all my orders from now on. Your opinion will not be heard again. You brought this shit on yourself. Blame yourself and not me. I spoiled you."

His dick looked like a volcano with lava.

The Colonel smirked. "Impressive huh?" He bucked his hips up. "I purposely stopped masturbating to store all my seed so you can swallow."

You tried to get up to leave but the Colonel's clasp in your scalp tightened.

"Hurry. Give the others a show. Some don't have girlfriends."

You stopped sobbing and began to hiccup and cough. Slowly you grabbed his penis causing his breath to hitch. You slowly covered your whole mouth. But not his whole dick

The Colonel sighed in disappointment and shook his head. "come in, slut. I know you can do better than that."

So, you did it. You magically covered his whole dick in your mouth... and throat. You almost clocked. Your tears continued oozing out of your eyes like his semen kept oozing from his dick. You felt so humiliated. You could look to the side or anywhere out of shame.

Meanwhile, there was mix reaction to the soldiers. Some Navis who found you hot enjoyed and was turned on. The thought of a man being a man.

Others were disgusted. Not because they respected women. They were misogynist too. But they didn't want to see another guy's dick. But Lyle was different.

Lyle raped women as a human before. He looked down and shook his head. He raided cities and other places on earth. He did the same shit. Now, he hated himself.

He now regretted being evil by raping. He didn't regret killing Navis but after seeing your pain. He wished he never raped s woman.

He was jealous of his boss for having you. He wished he was like the Colonel. Now, Lyle somewhat hates him. He loved the Colonel as a friend in other areas. Not in this subject of women objectification.

....

The Colonel on the other hand felt so alive. He was mad he lost against Sully. Again. He also lost his first son Miles. Miles ran away from him to Sully.. Some squad friends. Only Lyle and his Ikran survived.

He was humiliated and stressed. You made it worse by trying to leave him. Again.

He finally cummed in your mouth. You then sat down on the floor with overflowing mouth of cum. Gasping for breath.

The Colonel smirked in satisfaction. He stood up and zipped up his pants. "Good girl." He picked you bridal style from the floor and left the gym without looking at anyone.

"dismissed."

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halobirthdays · 7 months

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Happy birthday to Michael "Mickey" Crespo!

Today is his -507th birthday!

Mickey was born on Luna to insurrectionist parents who died during an attack on a government building. He was placed in foster care, and enlisted in the UNSC at age eighteen, as military conscription was a requirement to leave foster. After his mandatory service, he chose to remain in the military, and eventually joined the ODSTs.

Mickey was part of the ODST squad Alpha-Nine during the Covenant attack on Earth. The squad was given orders to destroy the Covenant carrier Solemn Penance, until their orders were suddenly changed by Captain Veronica Dare. After getting separated in New Mombasa, Alpha-Nine would eventually regroup and assist Dare with her real mission: to secure a Huragok--an organic Forerunner construct with a natural drive to repair and an invaluable wealth of knowledge about both Covenant and Forerunner technology. They would succeed in capturing the Huragok, surrendering it to ONI.

After the end of the war, Alpha-Nine went right back into deployment against the Insurrection. Mickey resented fighting against humans immediately following an extinction war. After a standoff with an insurrectionist leader led to the death of the Rookie, Mickey's disillusionment with the war and the UNSC became exacerbated.

Alpha-Nine was offered admission into the SPARTAN program, which the remaining members eventually accepted. During his training, Mickey met Rudolf Schein, a fellow trainee and member of the United Rebel Front. Schein began to convince Mickey to join, but then died in a skirmish after he was found to have murderered another trainee who refused to join the URF.

Mickey met Schein's father at his funeral, and finally decided to quietly defect from the UEG. Alpha-Nine was sent to combat the rebels yet again, at which point, Mickey revealed his allegiance. He and Buck fought, with Buck knocking him unconscious and handing him in to Jun-A266. Mickey received a life sentence and was imprisoned on a Spartan training facility. These events led to the dissolution of Alpha-Nine.

When the Created conflict began, ONI scrambled to find a way to combat Cortana's Guardians, as the massive contructs were capable of oppressing entire planets without any way to fight them. Captain Veronica Dare began calling back the members of Alpha-Nine, including asking Buck and Romeo to free Mickey. Though Buck heavily protested, Dare needed someone with the URF's trust. She discovered a colony that possessed cloaking technology that the Guardians could not detect, but the colony was occupied by the URF. Dare felt that the only way to convince the colony to share with the UEG would be to bring one of their members.

Buck eventually relented, and Alpha-Nine, minus the Rookie, reassembled. Buck and Mickey spent much of this time arguing, with Buck believing Mickey to be a terrorist and traitor. They were eventually able to convince the mayor of Cassidy III to permit ONI to study the cloaking technology, but the colony was then attacked by a Guardian. Mickey saved Buck's life during the evacuation, and the iciness between them began to thaw.

Once back on Infinity, Buck convinced Captain Lasky and Commander Palmer to let Mickey remain free while the Created continued to be a threat. Mickey attended Buck's wedding, and Alpha-Nine was reformed as a Spartan fireteam. However, his fate after the hostilities cease (if they ever cease, it is Halo) is uncertain.

In canon (~2560), he is turning 30!

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xxshadowbabexx · 3 months

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Melodrama: Homemade Dynamite

Part one, part two, part three (this), part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven

Warnings: heavy angst, cheating, smut, drinking, self harm, suicidal ideation, unhealthy coping mechanisms, eventual happy ending, warnings may be updated.

Johnny MacTavish was one of the smartest people you knew. But he was so fucking dense. He could make a bomb out of satin sheets yet to your dreams he’s blind.

You can still remember the first time you met him, and how differently you thought everything was going to go. You met at a bar, ironic since your entire relationship is built on drugs and sex. You still remember your first conversation, and now it plays in your head.

•••

“Hey,” the voice came from your left, and you turned to see a beefy Scott leaning on the bar next to you.

“Hey yourself,” you smile, taking another sip of your drink.

He leans a little closer to you, a tipsy smirk gracing his lips. He looks as arrogant as he is pretty, a charmer, yoy can’t help but think. “An whats a pretty little bird like yourself doin here?” he almost slurs, probably assuming he sounds smoother than he does.

“I could ask the same,” you tease, deciding to entertain him. He’s hot, you’re horny, and as far as you’re aware, one plus one still equals tao, so what’s the worst that could happen?

Little ole innocent you, if only you knew.

•••

After that the two of you began meeting regularly, which turned into dating, which turned into you meeting his squad which turned into… whatever the fuck you now were.

And now you sit in your bed with Sylvia Plath’s Ariel in your hands, stuck reminiscing on your misplaced optimism. You didn’t think he was the one, no, you could never be that naïve.

But you had the decency to think maybe he would treat you differently.

When you finally manage to pull yourself out of bed, still stiff from last nights activities, you make your way to the kitchen.

You slow as you near, hearing to hushed voices caught up in some kind of discussion. You creep closer to peak around the corner, seeing Ghost and Johnny sitting at your kitchen table, Ghost’s hand on Johnny’s thigh.

“You know I think you’re awesome, right?” Johnny speaks and your heart clenches in your chest. You’re not sure why you thought the drunken rendezvous of last night would change things, because clearly they hadn’t.

You want to scream as they lean in for a kiss. This is it, you think, yet you find yourself unable to watch as you turn away before their lips connect.

With shaky legs you make your way back to your bedroom, and pull out a box containing polaroids of you and yourJohnny. You move to grab the lighter from your bedside drawer and move to the bathroom sink.

Simon slips his fat cock out from his light grey sweatpants, and the effect is instantaneous. Johnny is dropping to his knees and spitting on his palm before fisting Simon’s cock.

He eyes the beady precum that glistens ob the tip as he jerks up and down, taking his time with Simon’s cock.

He leans forward to lick a stripe along the flushed base, moaning at the salty taste.

“That’s it, Johnny, keep goin’”

Anxious and full of anger, you light the first photo on fire. You watch as the edges char and blacken, flames burning away at the smiles on your faces.

And you can’t stop. You need to blow it up or you might combust. So you light another and another until the box is empty but it’s not enough.

You know you shouldn’t, you do, but you don’t care.

You let another flame come to life, and press it to your wrist. It burns and you like it, the violet red blemishes that appear up and down your arm as you repeat the motion. The bathroom fills with the stench of burning flesh and you can’t find yourself bothering to care.

Simon begins to buck his hips into Johnny’s mouth, holding his head still with his hands.

Johnny shamelessly palms his own cock, growing increasingly harder with each grunt and groan of pleasure he earns from his Lieutenant.

“Goddamnit, Johnny, gonna cum, gonna fucking-“

Because you’ve found your homemade dynamite.

He shoots his milky seed down Johnny’s throat, and Johnny moans like a whore at the taste. Greedily lapping up every precious drop.

It’s time to fucking blow.

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roosterforme · 1 year

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The Gift Exchange I Top Gun Dagger Squad edition

Summary: The Dagger squad celebrates Christmas with their annual gift exchange.

Warnings: Fluff, humor, adult banter

Length: 1000 words

Pairing: a mention of Rooster x girlfriend

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It was Christmas Eve, and time for the annual Secret Santa gift exchange before everyone dispersed to spend Christmas Day with their families. The Dagger squad met up at Bob's house with bottles of wine, along with their gifts.

"Welcome! Happy Holidays!" Bob greeted all of the aviators as they arrived. His jolly Santa hat was perched on his head. "Drinks and snacks are in the kitchen."

Phoenix kissed his cheek, making him blush, before she and Fanboy made their way to the kitchen.

"Should we raise the limit on how much we're allowed to spend on gifts for next year?" Phoenix asked, opening a bottle of wine. "Twenty bucks doesn't really seem like a lot when I always end up having to buy something for the most high maintenance one of you."

"Oh, you got Hangman?" Fanboy asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

"Of course I got Bagman. I get him every year!" Phoenix complained. "Who did you get?"

"Coyote," Fanboy whispered to her. "And I never know what to get for him!"

Rooster and Payback wandered into the kitchen, grabbing drinks from the fridge. "Bob wants to open presents soon," Rooster said. "But I told him I'm going to need a few drinks first. This gift exchange never ends well."

"For real," Payback chimed in. "Why do we even do it?"

"To celebrate the spirit of Christmas! Ho Ho Ho!" Bob exclaimed. "Let's all go into the living room and exchange gifts!"

"Fine," Phoenix agreed, grabbing her expertly wrapped gift and taking it in. She sat on the floor between Rooster and Coyote, and she chugged her glass of wine.

"Last year, Coyote got me deodorant," Payback said. "The gifts this year couldn't be as bad as that."

"You needed it," the others all said in unison, but Payback just rolled his eyes.

"I'll go first!" Bob said, cheerfully handing a red and silver wrapped gift covered in glitter to Fanboy. "Merry Christmas!"

Fanboy took the gift with a smile. "Thanks, Bob," he said as he unwrapped it. But then his smile turned to a frown. "How many times do I have to tell you guys... I like Star Wars! Not Star Trek!"

"Sorry, I don't actually know the difference..." Bob said with a grimace.

Fanboy held up the Klingon action figure. "Oh well, I can probably glue on some felt and turn him into a Wookiee. Here, Coyote."

He tossed a gift bag to Coyote, and a plunger fell out onto his lap. "Seriously? It was just that one time, man!"

"You broke the damn toilet," Rooster said. "The locker room has never been the same."

"Yeah," Hangman agreed. "Great gift for you, honestly."

"Whatever," Coyote groaned, setting the plunger down and passing a gift to Payback. "Merry Christmas," he mumbled.

"Thanks," Payback said, unwrapping a pair of sunglasses. "Dude, I gave these to you for your birthday."

Coyote just shrugged. "I guess they actually are better than a plunger. Wanna trade?"

"No, thank you," Payback said, passing a box of condoms to Phoenix. "Sorry, I didn't have wrapping paper."

"What am I supposed to do with these?" she asked, cautiously taking the box from him. Rooster and Hangman were absolutely cracking up.

Payback just gaped at her. "Uh, have sex without getting pregnant?"

"I'm dating a girl, dickhead," she replied, looking around at the dumbest group of men she had ever seen.

"Ohhh, right. Right," Payback said, suddenly understanding his error. "Well if you don't want them, I'll take them."

"Sure, whatever," Phoenix mumbled, handing the condoms back to him. "Here Bagman, this is for you."

Hangman carefully tore into the gold and green paper, smiling brilliantly when he held up the gift Phoenix got for him. "A Malibu Ken doll! Looks exactly like me! Thanks, Phoenix!"

"You're welcome," she replied with a smirk, pouring some more wine.

Hangman procured a wrapped box from behind his back and passed it to Rooster. "Now, Rooster, I did have to go above the twenty dollar limit, but your girlfriend was begging me to get this for you." He was already laughing before Rooster even opened it.

Rooster looked at him with narrowed eyes as he unwrapped the box revealing an enormous purple dildo. "She did not ask you to buy this!" Rooster took it out and waved it around, and the others joined in with Hangman's laughter. "Nobody needs nine inches!"

Hangman and the others were still laughing when Rooster passed Bob his gift.

"Merry fucking Christmas," Rooster said, still brandishing the dildo at anyone who dared to laugh.

"Did you get me a 5-pack of beer?" Bob asked Rooster. "What happened to the sixth one?"

Rooster shrugged. "I got thirsty earlier."

Bob timidly asked, "Doesn't anyone here remember that I don't drink?"

"Oh, right. Well, hand them right back, my friend," Rooster told him, and he sat cradling the 5-pack and the dildo in his arms. "I'll take care of them for you."

"Why do we even bother doing this?" Phoenix asked. "We could all just go out for burgers together or something with our twenty dollars."

"It's the season for giving!" Bob tried to say, but everyone else just stood and started gathering up the gifts. He felt his smile falter a bit, feeling a little sad that he was the only one who loved the annual gift exchange.

But Bob watched as everyone shared a hug, genuinely wishing each other a happy holiday.

"Have fun with your nephews!"

"See you at the Hard Deck on New Year's Eve?"

"Bring some of that homemade pie back from Lemoore."

"Make sure you hug your mom for me!"

"Merry Christmas, Bob!" Everyone called as they left his house.

His heart felt full as he cleaned up the wrapping paper, wine glasses, and the purple dildo.

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hoodie-buck · 1 year

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(aprils bday pt 1/2) happy birthday to my wife, the loml, my other half, the eddie to my buck, the yee to my haw 🥹🥰💙😘🧁🥳🫶🏼 @swiftiediaz ily sm babe!! hope your day’s as beautiful as you ✨ mwah 💋

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summary:

“Do you remember what you said to me that night?”

It was Eddie who tensed then. “I dunno Buck, there were—a lot of things I said to you that night.”

Buck wasn’t feeling brave enough to ask what any of them were.

“I mean before…” before I got struck with lightning and was dangling in the air and my heart stopped beating. “When um, when you were harnessing me up.”

Eddie looked away from Buck then, Buck pushing into his touch.

“I told you to go get ‘em.”

Buck shook his head. “That wasn’t all of it.”

Eddie let out a heavy breath, Buck wondering if he’d somehow struck a nerve for whatever reason.

“Alright cowboy, go get ‘em.”

Buck all but melted into the phrase, his skin tingling with goosebumps once more. Eddie really had a way with words. Because, Evan.

—or—

The cowboy adjacent au

tagging squad below, just lmk if you wanna be added or removed <3

tags: @buddiextarlos @swiftiediaz @mansikkaomenabanaani @confetti-cupcake @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @howardmisteraprilhan @loveyourownsmiilee @justsmilestuffhappens @swiftiebuckleys @honestlydarkprincess @zainclaw @eddiescowboy @djdangerlove @bifirefighters @mr-and-mr-diaz @blaidddrwg1982 @buddierights @crazyfangirlallert @monsterrae1 @wh0re-behavi0r @panicatthediaz @princessbb @jacksadventuresinwriting @eddiediazisascorpio @stanningsky @screaminghowls @buckaroo118 @angelwiththeblue-box @spotsandsocks @elvensorceress @alyxmastershipper

#buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan 'buck' buckley #christoper diaz #911 fox #alright cowboy #go get ‘em #getting together #storms #first kiss #idiots in love #cowboy au #cheesy puns #horseback riding #april 💍#happy birthday to my wife #kel(s) writing

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precious-little-scoundrel · 29 days

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No one talks enough about how intelligent and valuable John “Bucky” Egan was. He was chosen Air Exec for the 100th and the scene where he was following Crosby’s navigations with no prior knowledge? Not to mention he seemed to somehow always get his way with his superiors and CO, if that man wanted to fly - he wasn’t going to let anyone stop him from getting on a plane. Invaluable on the ground and in the sky. Gale was the happiness of the group of boys (at least in the show, once he’s gone everyone’s ~ different ~ ) but Bucky had a relationship with the higher ups, making sure his boys were okay, and then with the squad themselves. He was the strength of the group while Buck was the glue. And none of this to take away from how amazing all the men are in history.

Oh my gosh preach it! Much as it’s discussed about what a goober he is, how heart-on-his-sleeve he is, etc, and how that effects his eventual spiral in camp -I think the chief hindrance there is also his chief virtue:

He’s always been their #1 Advocate.

The sheer amount of love and care he’s sown in the 100th is incredible and so selfless and as you pointed out, often done behind the scenes. I think that was half of what drove him batty in captivity was a complete lack of leverage to appeal and secure for his men what they needed -the tipping point being the strafing during the marches. But truly, he is a gem, he’s got brains under the humor and so much heart. I love to hear a little appreciation being given for it.

Anyways, anyone who wants to scream about Egan’s underrated leadership qualities? Parachute into my inbox, babes

#mota asks #John Egan

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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(Any of them, individually or as a group or whatever you so please) for Hannix 🤩

Hope you get out of the funk soon love

Thank you so much, lovely! ♥️ I did my best to include all three prompts (“What are you staring at?,” Caught in a sudden rainstorm, and “I really missed this”) in this one!

“So do you miss him?” Coyote asked with a smirk, slinging an arm around Phoenix’s shoulders as everyone finished cleaning up for the day and started heading in the direction of the locker rooms.

Rolling her eyes, Phoenix smirked in return and gave her friend a good-natured shove. “Who?” she shot back sarcastically.

“Oh, he goes by many names. Bagman. Hangman. Jake. You know, your lover boy,” Coyote replied, letting out a loud guffaw when Phoenix swung at him, and easily ducking away from her.

“Shut up, Coyote,” Phoenix laughed, shaking her head. “He’s only been gone a couple days, and he’ll be back by the end of next week.”

“So? Aren’t you two supposed to be in the honeymoon phase?” Coyote pressed, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “You know, wanting to be together all the time and all that.”

“We are together all the time,” Phoenix pointed out with a grin.

“You know what I mean,” he replied, rolling his eyes at her.

“Good night, Coyote,” she smirked, pushing open the door to the women’s locker room and slipping inside.

The truth was that she did miss Jake. More than anything. He was only supposed to be gone for a couple weeks, off at some special training in Virginia. And he had only been gone for a couple days so far. But already she felt an uncomfortable ache burrowing deep in her chest, a strange discomfort that she couldn’t seem to shake.

Still, they’d only officially been dating for about a month, which made her feel a bit ridiculous for missing him as much as she did. She’d never experienced anything like this in any of her previous relationships, even when she and her exes had been apart for longer stretches of time. She was a fully functioning, totally independent woman for crying out loud. She didn’t need Jake around in order to be happy, no matter what Coyote might claim about the “honeymoon phase.”

And yet, as the days continued to slip by, she found herself growing more and more desperate for his return. She spent her evenings with the squad, so it wasn’t like she was alone, but every night when she crawled into bed on her own, she caught herself wishing there was a pair of strong arms encircling her.

It was ridiculous.

She didn’t need Jake Seresin.

But damn, she wanted him.

His flight home was delayed, which made her even more insane.

Don’t wait up, Minx, he texted her. I’ll Uber back and see you first thing tomorrow.

Not a chance, Bagman. I’m picking you up tonight.

Suit yourself 😘

When she finally caught sight of him, she exhaled a breath she hadn’t even been aware she’d been holding.

“Missed me that much, huh, Minx?” Jake teased, dropping his bag so that he could gather her up into his arms and kiss her soundly.

Phoenix smirked up at him, resting her hands on his broad chest. “Just impatient to see the souvenirs you got me,” she told him.

“Unfortunately, all I was able to get you was a My Super Hot Boyfriend Went to Virginia and All He Got Me Was This Crappy Shirt T-shirt,” he frowned, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “But I think it’ll look good on you.”

“Dickhead,” Phoenix laughed, slapping his arm as he reached for his bag and threw it into the back of the car.

“Damn, I’m exhausted,” Jake groaned as they began the drive back to his place, leaning back in the passenger seat and closing his eyes. “Hope you didn’t have anything too spicy planned for my homecoming, Minx,” he added, cracking one eye open with a sly grin.

“Don’t count on it, Bagman,” she smirked, shooting him a quick look before turning her eyes back to the road. An unexpected storm was passing through, and the streets were getting slick with some long overdue rain.

By the time they finally pulled into his driveway, the rain was coming down in buckets and the two of them had to race up the stairs to avoid getting completely drenched.

“What about your bag?” Phoenix asked as Jake unlocked the front door and led them inside.

“I’ll get it tomorrow. I might float away otherwise in this weather,” he grinned, green eyes twinkling as he looked down at her.

Paused in the front entryway, he shook his head in an attempt to dislodge some of the wetness that had gathered in his hair.

She didn’t even realize she was staring until he looked up at her and chuckled, raising one eyebrow. “Is there something on my face?”

“Huh?” she blinked.

“What are you staring at?” he asked with a wide grin.

“Oh, nothing,” she said quickly, cheeks flushing slightly as she dropped her gaze down to somewhere around his stomach. “I just—” She sighed softly, looking back up at him. “I really missed this. You. Us. I missed it,” she admitted.

As exhausted as he was, she saw a spark suddenly flicker to life in his eyes as he stepped closer to her, reaching up to cup her face in his hands. “I missed you, too,” he said quietly, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I’m happy to be home, Minx.”

Phoenix swallowed past the sudden lump of emotion in her throat, tilting her chin up so that she could look directly into his eyes. “I’m happy to have you home, Bagman.”

Spring OTP Prompts 🌸

#hannix drabble #hannix #hangman x phoenix #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #top gun: maverick #spring writing prompts

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jay-911 · 13 days

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Hidden Love - Donovan Rocker

Summary: I don't know how to summarize this?

Warnings: Age-gap (9yrs), injury by gun (idk how to tag either)

Word count: 2,625

You are in the ring with Luca, messing around and warming up for your shift. Throwing jabs at each other both physically and verbally.

"Whoa, low blow! Even for you, Luca."

"Hey, I've got to take you down some way."

"Admitting that you can't do it with your fists anymore, old man?" You tease.

In a swift motion, he lifts his leg up, hooking his foot behind your knee and pulling back towards him, causing you to stumble forward. Then he gets you to the floor.

"Nah, I reckon I still have it." He looks down at you and raises his eyebrows, causing you to laugh and roll your eyes.

"Yeah, okay, whatever." You hold your hand out, which he takes to help you up.

While you two were having fun, the new recruit, Jim Street, arrived. Buck had told you guys about him before his retirement. You elbowed Luca.

"Is that our new recruit?" Luca nods.

Street is standing by the entryway talking with Hicks, and when they're done, you're quick to get his attention.

"Hey. Street!" When he looks at you, you beckon him over with a nod. You take off the wrap from your hand and shake his hand.

"Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Likewise, I've heard a lot about you." He looked you up and down. "Uh, about all of you."

"All good things, I hope?" He nods and confirms that. "Welcome to LAPD S.W.A.T."

"Thanks." He smiles at you and nods.

When he has walked away, Luca lets out a low whistle, causing you to look at him with a confused look.

"I think he's already in love with you." You scoff.

"Oh, shut up," you say as you get out of the ring.

"You're blushing" he quips, and without turning around, you flip him off. You can hear him laugh to himself.

You head to the locker room to put a few things away when a hand grabs your waist. You look up at your boyfriend.

"Hey Rocker" you turn to hug him. He embraces you back for a short moment.

To the team, you two were just close friends, but despite the nine-year age gap, you had been dating for nearly a year. The relationship started before he became squad leader, and the two of you tried to end things after his promotion. It was a clear rule: no dating your superior, but you two were happy to break that rule. You made a couple of promises when you decided to stay together: 1. Keep it a secret, and 2. Never compromise a job for the other.

Later in the day, you are all hanging around in the gym area. You were talking to Street, getting to know him. It felt like he had some secrets, but you didn’t push; you knew the truth would come out in time.

It didn't take long for the team to get along with Street. As much as you all missed Buck, it was nice to have a new member. Until the team attempted to push you and Street together, probably because of your similar age, similar interests, and the way he obviously took a liking to you.

The whole ordeal caused some jealousy from Rocker, even when he trusts you and is very self-confident. When your shift finished, you headed to his apartment. He has another two hours left of his shift if he’s not on a call. You kept busy by showering, baking dessert, and tidying up before lounging on the couch and flipping through TV channels. You hear the keys, and the door opens.

“Hey Baby” He greets you as he throws his keys onto the hall table and places his bag under it, next to yours.

“Hi, the rest of your shift went well?”

“Yeah, just bits and pieces around HQ," he says as he approaches you, gently cupping your chin, guiding your head up, and connecting your lips for a sweet kiss. When you break apart, he takes a step to the side, lifting your legs from the couch to take a seat and placing your legs on top of his lap. He keeps his hands on your legs, his thumb caressing your knee.

“Something on your mind?” you question after a few moments of silence. He looks over to you. “I can tell from the look on your face that somethings bothering you” he exhales deeply and shakes his head.

“Just the comments about you and Street. I know I have nothing to worry about, but still, it irks me." He shrugs

“Yeah, it’s frustrating. I’m trying to pull back from him, not be seen alone with him, things like that. We’ve had a chat, and he understands that I don’t want a relationship with him. It still feels a little off; I just don’t want unneeded tension to affect the team.”

“I’m sure it’ll start to die down.”

“I was thinking about talking to Hicks. Get him to say something about it; shut it down now.”

“I don’t think that’s a bad idea. It would definitely stop public chatter about it.” He says

“Public chatter? You’ve heard people talk about it in private?” I laugh

“Chris and Street the other day. He was looking at you, and she told him, ‘Give up already'.” He accompanies the words with air quotes. “Said that you obviously wouldn’t date a cop considering you’ve rejected a few now.”

“Mmm, if only they knew.”

“If only” He gives your thigh a squeeze.

Both Squad 20 and Squad 50 were called for a briefing. An undercover job, a drug bust, just like you have all done many times before.

“We’re sending in Street; he’s dealt with these guys before. Y/N, you’re also going in; he’ll need you to keep them occupied while he gets the information.”

“Yes, Sir” you say, looking over to Street and nodding.

“Hondo, Rocker, Street, Y/L/N, stay. Everyone else, clear out, and get ready” You five stand around the table. “Street's alias is Enzo; bosses hire him for one-off, in-and-out jobs; you’re going to be Ivy, his girlfriend who’s new to the business; you’re there to learn.”

“These guys are all bark, no bite. They’ll try to intimidate you, but overall, they aren’t violent for a drug gang” Street informs the team, and it helps put you at ease.

“Sorry to throw this on all of you at the last minute; the shipment got moved to today, and you know we’ve been trying to get these guys for a while. Hondo, Rocker brief the rest of your teams. Street, Y/N, my office.”

You two follow Hicks to his office, and he talks about what your backstory is, how you met, etc. An officer comes in with two clothes bags.

“Alright, that’s it. Grab your bag, get changed, and be ready to roll out." You and Street head for the lockers. You take a look at your outfit; it’s quite short and revealing, but you get dressed and apply some makeup. The clicking of your heels on the floor catches your co-workers attention.

“Whoa-oh-oh. Look at you” Chris says, holding her hands up. You smile at her and give her a twirl. You look over to Rocker, who was already staring with a heavy gaze up and down your body. Your eyes narrow at him, warning him to stop.

“Look at you all dressed up, looking pretty” Luca compliments. You thank him.

“Hey” Street says as he comes in, then wraps an arm around you. “I got myself a pretty hot girlfriend.”

“Cherish it while it lasts.” The team laughs.

“This is only the beginning.” He overdramatically winks at you.

“I’d believe you two are a thing." Luca says

“And a good-looking one at that” adds Chris.

“Alright, we’re out of here in five” Rocker orders. You hang back, and Rocker takes a step closer, towering over you. “Don’t let Street get a big head thinking that you’re his.” He says it in a joking tone. “I have command on this mission; I promise I’m going to keep you safe, got it?”

“Like always” he holds up his pinkie, and you interlock it with yours.

“You do look hot, by the way.”

“Yeah? My new boyfriend thinks so too." Rocker lets out a chuckle at your response. You head out front, get into a car with Street, and head towards the secret location.

The two of you enter the building arm-in-arm. Street introduces you to the gang, and not long after, he says that he’s going to have a walk around to solidify the plan in his head with the setup. You’re left with four men. You ask them some questions, trying to keep them preoccupied. After around fifteen minutes, Street signalled to the squads that he was finished, and he came back to you, wrapping his arm around your waist again and kissing your temple.

“Everything good, Babe?” you question

“Exactly as I had expected.”

Rocker gave the order to move in after Street gave the signal. Shouts echo through the shed: “LAPD S.W.A.T., PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN, ON THE FLOOR NOW.” The team comes in, pining down each of the suspects. Rocker reaches the boss and goes to disarm him, but he pulls the trigger. You don’t know what you comprehended first—the loud bang or the intense pressure in your leg. It causes you to stumble backward and fall.

“Street, watch him” Rocker orders as he and Street switch places. He looks down at the wound, just at the hem of your dress, the fabric turning maroon. “This is 50 David; we need an R.A., 52 David with a GSW to the leg.” He pressed down hard to slow the bleeding, making you whimper. “I’m sorry.” You can’t tell if he was saying it about adding more pain to your leg or for not keeping you safe.

The police escort the arrested suspects out of the building and into their cars.

“Get me out front for the ambulance." He picks you up in bridal style, his hand staying firm on your injury. You hear the sirens getting closer, and before long, you're in the back, getting taken to the hospital. The team said that they’ll meet you there as soon as they can. You’re told they are going to take you into surgery to see if they can remove the bullet.

A steady rhythm of beeps is what wakes you up. Then you smell the array of antiseptic cleaners. The soft cotton sheet laying over you tries to block the coolness of the room from your body, but still you feel chilly. Your eyelids twitch a few times before you slowly start to open them, the harsh white light causing you to squint.

There is a knock at the door, and then a doctor enters.

“Good evening. It’s good to see you awake. Your surgery went well, and we were able to remove the bullet with no complications. You have quite a few visitors out there waiting to see you; shall I send them in?”

“Thank you, and yes, please.”

“We'll talk more tomorrow about your next steps for recovery.“ She leaves the room, and about a minute later, both teams enter.

“There she is,” Luca says, coming in first. He gives you a hug. “Glad you’re okay.” he says, taking your hand. You squeeze it twice to say thank you.

“We’re all glad you're okay” Hondo says.

“Thanks guys. The doctor said she'd come by tomorrow to talk about recovery. I’ll be back out there with you guys before you know it." You look over at Rocker, who is standing at the foot of the bed. “Thank you, Donovan." He smiles back, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You know he’s feeling guilty. You look towards everyone. “Now go! Get outta here; you’ve seen I’m okay. That was a long shift; your beds are calling you names.”

The team filters out except for Rocker and Street. You look back and forth between them.

“First of all, I just wanted to say thank you.” Street starts, “I have so much admiration for people who go undercover; it’s a tough gig sometimes, and I appreciate that you were there. Also, I’m sorry; I should’ve known that something could’ve happened. Had I been more prepared in some way, maybe then you wouldn’t be in a hospital bed.”

“Street” You cut him off quickly. “Don’t do that to yourself. Neither of us clocked it. He got defensive and pulled the trigger; there’s nothing we can do about it. I’d never blame you! We did our job; we got them off the streets, and the team is alive.”

"Yeah.” He nods. “Keep me updated, please. I’ll visit after shift tomorrow.”

“Good night, Street” he leaves the room, all your attention shifting to Rocker, who is still standing in the same place. “Take a seat.” You nod to the chair beside the bed. He walks over and kisses your forehead before taking a seat and grabbing your hand.

“I’m Sorry”

“You’ve said that twice now. What for?”

“I was in command. I should’ve taken extra precautions; maybe I wasn’t fast enough or maybe I didn’t use a tactical enough plan, and you got hurt because of it, because of me.”

“So you’re sorry for not seeing what none of us saw and for not being able to tell what he was going to do. We know we’re walking into danger every time we put on our uniform, and that’s a risk we’re willing to take. I won’t have you thinking it’s your fault. You weren’t the one who shot me.”

“I’m just the one who promised to keep you safe and failed." His voice wavering slightly. You squeeze his hand.

“You could never fail me! I’m going to be fine, and you’re going to be a pain in my ass, getting me up every day, pushing me to do my best, caring for me—probably a little too much, but you’re going to because you only want what’s best for me, and I know that. Look at me.” His eyes meet yours. “I love you, Donovan Rocker.”

“I love you too." He brings your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it.

Before afternoon hits the following day, you are signing discharge papers. You get handed antibiotics, painkillers, and a slip for a check-in visit two weeks from now. Rocker drives you to your place, getting you comfy on the couch. Then you hear him fiddling around in the kitchen, and not long after, he comes out with two bowls of pasta.

“Mmm, thank you. This is why I love you." Both of you sit and enjoy each other’s company and the food. You notice the time: “You need to get going in a minute; you’re adding twenty plus minutes to your commute." He takes your dishes and cleans them before coming back.

“I need you to listen to me,” he says, a small smirk on your lips, knowing he’s going to be a little pedantic. “Do not forget your medication; wait, you’ll need a drink.” He wanders off, coming back with water. “Do not push yourself; I don’t want you off this couch if you don’t have to be. When you need to get up, use the crutches; that’s what they’re there for. Also, I’ve let Lisa know because I know you two are close; she’s going to check in on you while I’m gone.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, okay, Babe. I get it. I’ll be fine. You have nothing to worry about. Except for maybe getting to work late.” He looks at his watch, kisses you, and rushes out the door.

#donovan rocker #swat fic #rockerswat #S.W.A.T.#lou ferrigno jr

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vewyscawywriting · 1 year

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Mayuri Kurotsuchi x F!Reader

Aaaaand I'm finally back with something absolutely no one asked for lol, but oh well. I watched the new Bleach finally and remembered this little freak of a man, so I had to write something.

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Mayuri Kurotsuchi x F!Reader

Wordcount: 917

Tags: Fingering, creampie, cockwarming

Summary: Mayuri fingers and fucks you in his lab.

Beeping sounds of machinery, the clacking of a hand on a keyboard, an unmistakable wet "shlik-shlik" sound, and your moaning echo through the dark and private lab of your Captain.

"Not there yet, pet?" comes from him, as he almost nonchalantly thrusts 2 of his fingers inside of you, the one with the long nail scratching the outside of your thigh, but thankfully the nails of the fingers inside of you are short. "You know I have experiments to run."

"Hm, n-no Captain, 'm almost, ahh, almost there-"

You are seated on the lap of the Caption of the 12th squad, legs spread over his' and back to his broad chest while you are being fingered to completion. His eyes aren't on you but on his screens, but you know you have his full focus as he always knows exactly how to move his fingers in such a way that have you orgasm in mere minutes.

He mutters something, slapping your thigh with the hand he was typing with a second ago. You jolt, and let out a surprised moan. "You're excessively wet, pet. Look at you, leaking all over my haori. Disgusting."

"I'm sorry Captain-" you manage to get out, bucking your hips towards his fingers, and grinding yourself on his leg. "I'll, ah, I'll clean it up later..."

As if he cares. He would likely walk around with your cum stain on his haori for everyone to see and not bat an eye. The only time something like that mattered was when he was doing an experiment that had to be sterile. He was a neat freak usually, but wears your fluids as if it was something to show of.

You are so close, he curls his fingers inside of you, thumb rubbing your clit and pressing down harshly. With an open mouth and a silent cry you come, wetting your Captain's leg even more. He removes his hand from you slowly, inspecting his glistening fingers.

"Within the allotted time this time. Good," he murmurs, as he types something on his keyboard while bringing his soiled hand to you, "open."

You open your mouth, sucking on his fingers as he swirls them around in your mouth. He makes a low humming sound, and despite his bored façade, you can feel his arousal digging into your ass.

With practiced movement he has himself bare against you, and he hasn't even removed his hand from his keyboard. He slowly rubs himself against your cheeks, before pulling at your arm to have you lift yourself up for him. You do so without words, and feel his blunt head rub at your lower lips deliciously before pushing in. He finally gives a slight reaction to this affecting him with a slight rolling back of his eyes, but he seems focused again almost instantly after.

You're seated comfortably on his dick, and groan out at the stretch, but after the initial insertion nothing else happens.

"C-captain?" you whine as you look back at him, but he just frowns at you.

"Patience is a virtue. Just keep me warm for a while as I work, pet."

Despite his length throbbing inside of your plush heat you know he can hold out all night if he wants to. A groan leaves you as you try not to move on top of him. This is going to be a struggle, being good will have you rewarded 100 fold later on, but despite the fact that you've already come once you're unsure if you have the patience to be good.

It feels like an eternity of neither of you moving, just feeling the stretch of him inside of you, warming you from the inside, until a slight buck of his hips make you gasp out. It seems Mayuri himself has run out of patience, and you push back against him eagerly. He mutters something under his breath, wants to punish you for moving, but your happy face looking up at him touches some deep, hidden part of him, and he relents. Grunting as he finally starts bucking up more earnestly you eagerly bounce on his lap to assist. His pace starts out slow and deep, but your enthusiastic movement has him speeding up to regain his control, the wet sounds of your bodies connecting mingling with your moans. He's quiet, his elevated breathing the only indication of your coupling, but his eyes are trained on you like he's studying you even now.

You come much faster than you think, adding onto the stain on your captain's haori, and in your orgasmic bliss you don't hear how he actually moans at how much tighter you get around him. You're unaware he's filming this for future "analysis", and he'll never show you how soft he gets around you during times like these.

"Take the seed, pet," he grunts, eyes boring into yours as you can barely hold onto his staggering pace.

"Yes, please," you whine out, so eager for him, and your acceptance makes him fall over the edge. No sound comes from him, but a full body shudder and his eyes rolling back tell you of his pleasure as he empties himself inside of you.

You're boneless on his lap as he lets the fluids leak from you while he resumes his typing.

"Now we'll see if the seed takes hold," he mutters, "With my newest experiment it should make for some interesting offspring."

The words take a little bit to get through to your sleepy brain, but when they do you instantly stiffen.

"You did what?"

#x reader #x y/n #mayuri #bleach #my work #smut #nsft #captain kurotsuchi #mayuri kurotsuchi x reader #mayuri kurotsuchi

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 2 months

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[Corrupted Anon]

🗞️ Anon, you did lovely for Ghost/Simon ❤️ but fuck, I want more… power and control over our dear Simon~

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Stoic!Reader in a different attire, something black, leathery, or perhaps sophisticated 👀 (we see where this is going?) Black heels or combat boots (clean ofc).

Simon tied to the bed, his body sprawled like a star on his bed, seeing as Stoic!Reader’s bed was a bit too small to do the thing that they wanted to do to our Simon Riley.

Simon’s was about to retort before feeling Stoic!Reader’s shoe move on his cock, the rough/smooth texture felt so good against his flesh, making his cock leak out more pre-cum, some of it sliding down his thighs while he lets out those sweet whimpers from his throat. He squirms making his bounds chafe his wrists and ankles, his mouth partly open and heavily breathing while he tries to buck his hips, wanting more.

Though he stops once Stoic!Reader adds more pressure, adding pain as his cock presses against his stomach making him groan, his hips unable to move without making his cock hurt against the shoe.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, I thought mommy/daddy said to be a good boy?” Stoic!Reader shaking their head in mocking disappointment.

Simon pathetically whimpers as his cock responds to their words, he was a good boy, he IS a good boy, a good boy for Stoic!Reader. He needs to be a good boy!

“I-I am…” he mutters underneath his breath, not wanting to be heard through the thin walls and into prying ears.

“What was that?”

Stoic!Reader plays with the strap-on while they watch the cold, scary Lieutenant crumble against their shoe, falling into pleasure that they control, hearing him mutter utter nonsense.

“Need… cock… please…”

Oh, what’s this? The Simon Riley has a mommy/daddy kink? (personally I think mommy kink works better, sorry)

“Need mommy’s cock inside ya, good boy?”

“Please, been so good’f you,” Simon’s eyes were watering, the lack of his orgasm causing him to be so needy for Stoic!Reader’s strap-on/cock and who was Stoic!Reader to deny such a pretty plea from their Lieutenant as they get on their knees. The head of the strap-on already plunging in with ease, the rest of it following behind, making Simon groan loudly.

“Such a good boy for mommy~” the sound of praises making Simon clench so harsh on the plastic toy before receiving relentless thrusts into his ass, Stoic!Reader already removed his restraints before spreading his legs out more, going in deeper into his hole. “Mama’s perfect boy~”

“Yes, mmm! —fuck— yes! G’nna do you proud, come home t’you and —yes, fuck yes— be your perfect soldier!”

Stoic!Reader grabbing Simon’s cock and starts jerking him off, his hands grabbing the pillows or the sheets as Stoic!Reader increases the pace, knowing that his orgasm was so close after edging him on for so long. Though Stoic!Reader never expected Simon to ask/moan out; “Kiss—fuck—please, kiss”

His whine, the pleading, it was so pathetic.

Stoic!Reader who gives aftercare like always as he sleeps.

Stoic!Reader who gets themselves into deep shit and slowly starts to care for 141 more than they should have, they don’t love nor get attraction but this was deep shit, as they close the door.

YOU'RE BLESSING US, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD-

CORRUPTED I CAN'T-

THE FEELS-

THE-

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#asks #just corrupted anon #pegging is a topic i need a tag for now #pegging simon riley #pathetic simon riley #simon riley has a mommy/daddy kink #prove us wrong

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