Did I Cry At The End? Absolutely Yes

Did I cry at the end? Absolutely yes

You Have Twins || Iceman [h.c]

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When the ultrasound technician spotted not one but two babies at your scan, you thought she was playing some kind of joke on you 

Tom was gawking at the screen with the stupidest smile, only because he too didn’t know whether or not Dr. Amy was kidding with you two

“No, I’m serious. There’s Baby A, and Baby B is right here,” 

Ice was standing to his feet and walking around the bed

He’s standing in front of the screen 

“No way,” 

“Yes way, Mr. Kazansky,” 

The way Tom’s smile brightened 

“We’re having two babies,”

You were still in disbelief, and then he got really excited

“WE’RE HAVING TWO BABIES!” 

The man had wanted to be a daddy ever since you met him, so the fact he was being gifted double trouble, he was perfectly fine with that 

Well, nine months later, out came via a scheduled c-section– Vivian Rose and Victor Axel Kazansky. Vivian was born two minutes before her brother

When Tom went to see them while you were in recovery, he was elated. The man never thought he could love someone more than he loved you, but the second Vivian and Victor were played in his arms– he exploded with love 

“Vivan and Victor, I’m your daddy… This is a crazy world, but I promise. Your mommy and I are going to protect you.” 

When Iceman brought the babies to you to meet, you were over the moon. They looked identical, and you two were thankful they were different sexes, or else it would be a Nicky and Alex situation from Full House with Jesse and Becky 💀

As soon as you guys got home, the sleepless nights began

Every night though, Ice would wake up with you. For each feeding, he was burping and changing the other twin as you wrapped up sessions 

“Tom, you need to go to bed. You have work tomorrow.”

“And leave you up and alone with the babies? No.”

Every morning that he left for work, you feared being alone with them by yourself, but you ventured well

And every evening when Tom got home, he’d instantly send you off to have some peace to yourself while he tended to the twins

As the kids started to grow up, Vivan said “dada” first while Victor said “mama” first, which would lay out the foundation of them being a daddy’s girl and momma’s boy in life 

The twins adored Iceman. They’d squeal and laugh each time he walked through the door, both gravitating toward him

“How are my babies doing?” 

He’d kiss their faces before pulling you close for a searing kiss 

As they grew into the toddler stages, it got terrorizing there for a little while, because the twins loved to hit the other  

You’d turn your back, and Vivian would pop Victor across the head, forcing him to cry. When you’d calm him down, he’d unleash havoc on his twin sister, always wrapping his fingers around her blonde hair and yanking 

She didn’t like that 

You and Tom oftentimes found yourselves playing referee, especially when the twins got into their school years. But no one could hurt them, except their twin. If Victor saw a little kid being mean to his sister, he’d hurt them

And that meant you and Tom sat in for many conferences 

“I don’t know what Victor’s issue is.”

Tom thought the principal was crazy

“Some parent’s kid is being a bully. He’s taking up for his sister.” 

“Mr. Kazansky, we do not tolerate physical fighting. Especially in kindergarten.” 

“Then maybe I should have a talk with that kid’s parents.”

“Tom, sweetheart,” 

“No, I’m serious.” 

Thankfully, Tom didn’t have to fight another parent. You then discovered that Maverick’s daughter, Maddie, was also attending the same school 

So Maddie was added to their friend group 

Both Vivian and Maddie are the same age, and it pushed for both girls to become the best of friends. Not only that, with Victor and Maverick’s son, Nathan, being two years apart, they would develop a strong bond 

Iceman always helped the kids with homework. They honestly never wanted you to help, only their father. Which you thought was the best outcome. You didn’t want to cry over 5th-grade math problems

The elementary school transitioned into middle, and before you knew it– your babies were in high school

Maddie and Victor may have started dating behind Maverick and Iceman’s backs 💀… More so Maverick’s. Iceman thought it was hilarious, his son caught the attention of Maddie Mitchell– but would go on to marry Bradley Bradshaw someday

“If your daughter breaks my kid’s heart, Maverick.” 

“Hey! Leave my little girl out of this! Tell your son to not stomp on my baby girl’s heart.” 

Maddie broke up with Victor. Whoops

Anywhosies, Navy timeeeee! Maddie, Victor, and Vivian joined the Navy together, with Nathan following behind shortly after, Bradley joining four years later 

Vivian and Victor made names for themselves. When anyone heard the last name “Kazansky” tagged to these kids, they knew they were smart, resilient, and quite cocky 

Iceman cried the day they graduated from training. He had never hugged two kids as tight as he did before

Vivian even made a promise to her father 

“One day, daddy, Vic, and I will carry you as you’ve always carried us.” 

That day came when Tom passed away

Vivan and Victor were a part of the group that carried their father’s casket, dressed in uniform, as they watched their Uncle Maverick stamp the wings to their father’s casket 

Everyone thought Viv and Vic were crazy to do such a thing, but they promised Tom they would carry him, no matter what happened

Well ... OMG THIS IS A GEM

First, Payback introducing himself to the baby got my heart jumping out of my chest idk why but I was like "Ooooooh 🥹". I want an uncle Rue. And second BOB OMG THE SWEETEST BOY. Finally I cackled with Coyote and Hangman.

You're a CHIEF.

Don’t drop my baby ~ Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

Summary: The Dagger bunch meet baby Garcia

Pairing: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Fem!reader

Warning: None really, just fluffy :) with some minor cursing but that’s about it

Notes: I’m getting back into the groove of writing since I haven’t done it in a month, so I wrote a little something to get it out there. I’ve been busy with college and I haven’t had the time to write anything until now. Also, I know one of the pictures isn’t Fanboy but I thought it fit the theme for this one.. forgive me 🥲 Soo I hope y’all enjoy this little piece!

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The group chat has been going off since the arrival of baby Garcia. Mickey updated the chat with many pictures over the past couple of hours and everyone was excited to meet the new addition. The hospital only allowed three to four guests in the room at a time, so the group chat took it upon themselves to section into said groups. The first group set to go was Payback, Rooster, Halo, and Phoenix.

Mickey, the ever attentive husband, was nothing but a sweetheart to you and your baby boy. Throughout the duration of the labor and delivery, and now the recovery process, he was attentive to the needs of his family. Right now, he was sitting beside you on the hospital bed, watching how your boy was just gazing up at the two of you.

He was a mix of Mickey and Y/n, but you both could tell that he was going to have a head full of curls. Whether it be from you or Mickey, you don’t know, but he was going to be Mickey’s twin.

A knock interrupted the still moment and Mickey watched as his friends, technically yours now too, walked into the room. Phoenix was holding a little stuffed bear and Halo had a small gift basket with things for you and the baby. Payback and Rooster were the last ones in the room and held smiles on their faces.

“We would’ve been here earlier but Payback couldn’t decide on what flowers to get.” Rooster replied with a smirk.

Payback swiveled his head to look back at Rooster before smacking him upside the head.

“Don’t be telling them that! It’s not my fault that I didn’t know Y/n’s favorite flowers! We all can’t be as knowledgeable as you, bird brains!”

Rooster held the smirk on his face and shrugged. “Sounds like a you problem.”

Payback rolled his eyes and landed his eyes on Y/n and the baby. He looked so small in her arms and he could feel himself getting slightly emotional.

“Well would you look at that, Fanboy, you’re a dad now. How does that feel?”

“It’s a crazy feeling, man, but I’m loving every second of it.”

The girls went to your side, explaining the little things they had gotten you and showering you with compliments.

“Look at this little guy! He’s beautiful, Y/n!” Halo gushes while rubbing Y/n’s shoulder.

“You can definitely tell that’s Fanboy’s kid. I mean, just look at that hair!” Phoenix points out with a chuckle escaping her.

“What’re you talking about? What hair?” Payback jokes while looking at Mickey’s shaved head. Everyone laughs while Mickey glares at Payback and rubs his head.

“See, now none of you are going to hold him. I don’t think he’d be happy hearing you making fun of me. Plus I don’t want y’all’s dirty ass hands on him.”

Y/n flares at Mickey while swatting his arm, “Language! The sink is behind y’all, by the way.”

“Your kid’s not even potty trained, he’s not going to care about me making fun of his daddddyyyyyy!” Payback retorts while making his way to the sink, shoulder checking Rooster on the way. Both men slightly fighting over the sink/who gets to hold the baby first.

Payback makes it over to you first and holds his arms out for the baby. Y/n laughs at his eagerness and hands off the baby, showing him how to support the head and body.

Mickey gazed at his best friend holding his son and never thought he’d be so happy to see this moment come. He went back to your side of the bed and pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead, forever grateful for you creating his son.

“Hey little guy, I’m uncle Payback, or you can call me Uncle Ruben, Uncle Rue, it’s your choice, really.” Payback said while tearing up a little bit. “He truly is beautiful guys. Y/n, you did such a good job.” He then hands the baby off to Rooster who takes to holding your son with ease.

“Hey there, I’m your Uncle Rooster. God, you’re such a pretty baby.” Rooster bounces your baby around the room as the others gather around him.

“Hey, I meant to ask, did you name him yet?” Halo asks while stroking the babies head, in Rooster’s arms.

Mickey and Y/n looked at each other, smiling, before she laid her head on Mickey’s shoulder.

“Joel Ruben Garcia.”

Payback’s head snaps towards Mickey and Y/n, wondering if he heard it correctly. “His middle name is Ruben? Are you serious?”

“We wouldn’t want it to be anything else. You’ve done so much for me and you’ve saved my life more times than I can count. It’s only fitting that our son has that with him now.”

Payback’s eyes become glassy but no tears come out, as he walks over and gives Mickey a hug. He then makes his way over to Y/n and kisses her cheek, looking at the both of them with the utmost appreciation.

The baby then gets passed to Phoenix and Halo and they coo at the little boy in their arms. Rooster and Payback make conversation with Mickey and Y/n, while watching the two girls pass the baby back and forth.

After a while, group one decided to head out and give group two their fill of baby Joel. The girls left Y/n with a hug and a promise of checking up with her later.

“Don’t hesitate to call if any of you need anything, and I mean any of you.” Payback says while patting Mickey on the back.

“That includes you, little guy.” Rooster utters while gently poking the sleeping baby next to your hospital bed. In which baby Joel squirms in his sleep before settling again. Rooster quietly laughs to himself before turning to press a quick kiss to the top of Y/n’s head. “Get some rest, okay? You deserve it, little mama.”

Y/n smiled as both boys left the room. Mickey had a goofy smile on his face as he turned back to his wife. She looked absolutely gorgeous, as she always did. He thought that her being a new mom had made her glow even more than usual, but he knew that her becoming a mom had nothing to do with it, truly. She always had a glow about her, it was what drew him to Y/n. His best friend, his wife, his amor, the love of his life.

“Mickey, are you okay?”

He didn’t realize he must have zoned out while looking at her. He shook his head clear of his previous thoughts but couldn’t help the lovesick expression resting on his face.

“Yeah baby, I’m more than okay.”

Still a bit concerned, Y/n patted the spot next to her in bed, wanting to comfort her husband in some way. Mickey’s heart pounded at the gesture, sitting down, and wrapping both of his arms around Y/n. A content silence filled the room. Everything was as it should be.

“Are you sure you’re okay, honey? You spaced out for a bit there.” Y/n says while rubbing Mickey’s arm that’s around her shoulder. He thought her concern for him was endearing, considering she just pushed out a whole human a couple hours ago.

“I’m okay, baby, I promise. I was just thinking of today, the baby, and you. This new life we’re going to have together, and how happy I am that I’m doing this with you.”

Content with his answer, Y/n sunk back into his arms and dozed off into a much welcomed nap. Mickey knew the second group of his friends were going to show up sometime within the next hour so he made himself more comfortable and tightened his arms around your sleeping form.

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Group two eventually showed up but were quickly shushed by Mickey since Y/n was still asleep. He couldn’t really get up to greet them, with Y/n now sleeping on his chest, so he settled for a small wave. The group now consisted of Hangman, Coyote, and Bob.

“Look at you, Fanboy. A family man. If you wouldn’t have told us about your secret life a couple months ago, I wouldn’t have thought the day would come.” Hangman says quietly, out of respect for your sleeping form laying on Mickey.

Mickey rolls his eyes but otherwise smiles at the small, harmless, jab from Hangman. Coyote places down a small stuffed bunny he probably bought at the gift shop downstairs and his gaze lands on the sleeping baby in the carrier, next to the bed.

“Holy shit- is this him? Like this is ACTUALLY your kid?” Coyote says, excitement mixed with slight anxiety from being in the room with the tiny human before him. Don’t get Javy wrong, he loves babies. It’s just he’s this big macho man and he feels like he could accidentally crush this tiny human with the amount of excitement he has within him.

“Nah, he belongs to the lady that’s two rooms over and we decided to keep him.” Coyote gives Mickey a deadpanned look and it breaks Mickey out of his sarcastic state of mind. “Yeah man, he’s our kid. You can hold him if you want, but hold up, give me a second.”

Mickey maneuvers himself to lay you down on the small pillows on the bed but stops once he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns around to see Bob with a pillow that’s longer than the ones the hospital provides.

“I um, didn’t know what to get Y/n or the baby so I may or may not have asked Payback to let me into y’all’s house to bring the both of you some of your essentials. Phoenix and Halo helped me out and gathered Y/n’s things while I brought yours. They also told me to bring her pregnancy pillow? I know she’s not technically pregnant anymore but they said it would bring her some type of comfort here? What I’m trying to say is that-“

Bob’s rambling was cut off as Mickey lurched forward to engulf him into a hug. Startled, Bob moved back a bit but accepted it none the less. Mickey pulled away from the hug and gave Bob a smile, before turning and positioning Y/n the way she liked to be with her pillow. Once he was done, he glanced at the three men in the room, all of them huddled around the sink. He moved himself closer to the carrier and gently picked up his son. Baby Joel wasn’t too fond of the movement and started to whine but it only took Mickey a second to calm him down and to place him in Coyote’s waiting arms. “Meet Joel Ruben Garcia.”

Coyote was grinning so hard that Mickey thought it was going to stay that way. He was a natural, which surprised Mickey a bit but was comforted at the fact. He rocked Joel in his arms and softly spoke to him. What he was saying, Mickey couldn’t hear, but it kept a smile on Coyote’s face.

He then handed the baby to Bob, who was just as excited as Coyote to be holding him. Joel eventually woke up to see a new face and gazed in wonder at Bob. He hummed some tune that was unrecognizable to Mickey but the baby was pretty content with the WSO.

Mickey’s attention is then taken by Y/n, who was beginning to wake up. Upon noticing her pillow from home, contentment washed over her as she cuddled it more. “You can thank Bob for that.” Mickey winks at her before turning his attention to Bob handing the baby to Hangman.

Y/n made eye contact with Bob and mouthed “thank you” while shaping her hands into a heart. Bob lightly blushed and formed his hands into a heart back at her.

“Hey there Joel, I’m uncle Jake. You and I, we’re going to have so much fun together. Learning about planes, going to the park, checking out all the ladies-“

“That was starting to sound wholesome but then you brought up my son checking out girls and I’m gonna have to stop you there” Y/n cuts in from her place on the bed.

Hangman laughs while shaking his head at her. “C’mon little lady, I need myself a wingman, and little Joel here is the perfect wingman.”

Coyote stares at Hangman in offense, before hitting him swiftly in the back of the head, being cautious with the baby still in his best friends arms. “Next time you ask me to be YOUR wingman at The Hard Deck, I’m just going to let you figure that shit out for yourself.”

The room erupted with laughter as Hangman continued to sway Joel with the promise of him becoming his wingman once he gets older. Mickey disagreeing on it entirely, while Coyote sulks at being replaced by a baby, and Bob with a small smile on his face.

Y/n looked around the room. She knew that in her heart, no matter what happens, her son will always be surrounded with all the love in the world. Mickey and her were going to be okay. As long as they had each other, Joel, and their friends, things would always be okay.

Punishment

Pairing: Ron "Slider" Kerner x f!reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: She's trying to punish him for not having told her something, he's gonna punish her for her attitude.

Warnings: MINOR DNI, daddy kink, oral sex receiving for him, spanking, dominant - submissive, me being a simp for Slider? I plead guilty your honor.

Plunged in her book she didn’t raise her eyes when the mattress sagged next to her and that an arm came to slip on her belly followed by a brown head, one of her hands which held the book came to slip in his hair.

"Hey you, how was your day?"

"I missed you." Ron replied in a muffled sound against her shirt. "Did you already take a shower?" He asked hoping that it wasn't the case.

"I did." He grumbled and straightened his head just to look at her over her book. "You could have waited for me."

She looked up at him over the book.

"You're a big boy, since when do you need me to take a shower?"

His mischievous look and smirk gave her the answer to her question, making her roll her eyes.

"Someone's horny tonight." She muttered, returning her attention to her reading.

"Always when I see you." He lowered the book and dove toward her to crush his lips on hers, which made her laugh and she pushed him away without really any great conviction.

"You stink Slider."

"Okay okay, I leave, but don't get too comfortable, I'm not finished with you yet." 

The bed creaked when he got up to go to the bathroom and she looked up, biting her lip and wondering if the bed would need to be changed once again. The previous one hadn't withstood the daily and perhaps too energetic exercises of the couple, this one already announcing signs of weakness.  When Ron came out of the bathroom with a simple towel around his waist, she barely looked up from her book to devour him discreetly with her eyes. God he was beautifully cut, when he reached over the dresser to leave his watch there, a sudden wave of heat went up in her at the sight of his muscular forearm and his biceps sticking out. Clearly his muscular arms had always had a great effect on her.

"Enjoying the view?" He asked with a teasing tone.

Her eyes quickly returned to the page of her book, a hint of red coloring her cheeks, busted like a young teenager ogling the muscular high school

apollo.

"Don't dare to climb on the bed while you're still wet."

"Oh princess, there is someone else who's getting to be wet."

She rolled her eyes and threw her book at him, which he avoided with a laugh.

"I'm still mad at you Ron. Give me that book." She said raising her hand to him so he gives her the book she just has thrown.

"Oh you're showing it perfectly well." He laughed ironically, leaning over to get the book and move forward to her. "I said I was sorry."

"Don't care, you wouldn't have to apologize if you told me."

"Are you gonna be mad at me forever?"

"You should have told me what happened, you could have died out there!"

"And I'm alive! And I can show you how much I am by the way. 

"Ron."

"Baby."

"Give me that book."

"Please?"

"Please Ron give me that damn book." He was about to give it to her and when she was about to take it, pulled it away with a smile.

"Say it. You know how to correctly ask for something princess."

"You're really cheeky to pushing further that direction right now."

He leaned toward her, "Say it." he added in a breath.

She looked into his eyes, which she tried to be as hard as possible, and added in a dry tone, "Fine."

"I'm waiting darling."  The glint of mischief that constantly animated his gaze when he was with her shone in his eyes, he enjoyed pushing her to her limits.

"Daddy please, give me that book." 

"No princess, that's still sounds like an order. You know I can't accept that."

Her chest heaved with a deep breath, was she upset or was this having the desired effect?

"Daddy please, could you give me that book?"

"I rather prefer that tone." He then gave her the book which she took, less curtly than she would have liked, with a few words he had managed to make pudding out of her. Now he could have done whatever he wanted with her but she wouldn’t flinch. She had been scared to death by what had happened on his mission in the Pacific after his graduation. He could have died out there, and that event made her realize that he was going to put his life in constant danger. She would never have a peaceful mind when he would be left. But that wasn't what made her angry, it was the fact that he hadn't told her and that she had found out by chance, by talking to Wolfman and Hollywood's girlfriends. Even so, her anxiety had gotten the better of her anger and she couldn't give him what he deserved as well as she would have liked. She now needed most of all to feel him close to her, to have him hold her and reassure her that he was there, that he was okay, and to make love to her as if it had been the last time. She was incapable of being angry with him. Which he knew very well and was taking advantage of it.

"You should deserve to be on your knees for that attitude young lady."

"Yeah count on that." She mumbled before opening the book where she had left it and take back her reading.

"I really don't like that attitude of yours tonight princess."

"Ron, shut up, I'm trying to read, which is by the way far more interesting than you."

A growl sounded in the pilot's chest and without waiting any longer he snatched the book from her hands before tossing it to the other side of the bed.

"Hey!" She exclaimed in a protest.

"On your knees."

"Or what?" She replied challenging him.

"Don't make me say it twice."

"I'm not in a mood to play Ron." She said standing up from the bed determinate not to give him the task easy and to retrieve her book. He stopped her by grabbing her forearm and squeezing it, not too hard so as not to hurt her but just enough to make her understand that he wasn't playing.

"I said, on your knees." Her heart sped up and she vainly tried to keep a straight and assertive posture, her head cool so as not to show him the effect he was having on her by acting this way. And then without knowing why, she burst out laughing, which took him by surprise, and he frowned. "I'm not sure you're in a good position to laugh. You are just making your case worse."

"That's enough Ron." Perturbed by her reaction he unconsciously loosened his grip around her arm and she took the opportunity to extract herself and leave the room after retrieving her book. He stood up and followed her up the stairs.

"You know your efforts to show you don't want that are futile, you crave for it."

She rolled her eyes as she made her way to the living room, if he wouldn't let her read in their room she would stay in the couch. Knowing full well that it was utopian since he wasn't going to leave her alone. He caught up with her and pressed his torso against her back, one hand on her arm along her body, the other on her stomach.

"Everything in you is screaming for that. It's been days you fight against it, you think it's part of your so-called punishment? But you're dying for me to take you and make you scream my name. We both know that, and everything in you is calling for me. The way you walk in front of me, making dance your hips, the way you bend over to pick something you probably let dropped on purpose, the way you laugh with others to make me jealous, you think I didn't see it?" His whisper in her ear and his breath in her neck woke up butterflies in her stomach and she bit her lower lip trying not to fall right at his feet. "Really babe? Letting your lace panties drawer open just for me to see it? It's childish, but you know how well it works. So now you're gonna obey like the good daddy's girl you are and beg for me to spare your tiny ass." He placed a kiss in her neck and smile feeling how warm her skin was. "Say you're gonna."

"I will." Her voice softened, shit, how fucking right he was.

"I need more than that princess."

"I will beg for daddy not to wreck me."

"But will I listen?"

"No."

"Why won't I?"

"Because I truly want you to wreck me." 

"But still, you know how much I love to hear you beg." She nodded. "Now what did I ask you?"

She then knelt and put her hands flat on her thighs as how he taught her to be. Still behind her he caressed her hair and lean over her to leave a kiss on the top of her head.

"You know you'll be rewarded if you obey. I don't want to be hard on you, but something you don't give me any other choice."

She let him speak without adding anything, had she wanted to punish him for hiding what had happened during the mission? Of course she had. Had it worked for even a fraction of a second? Absolutely not. Was she going to be reluctant at what he was about to do? No way, she wanted it too much for that. Ron came to place himself in front of her and she raised her eyes looking at him through her eyelashes, he showed a satisfied smile. Without him having to say anything, she undid the knot of the towel that he always had on his waist and this one fell on the ground revealing all his excitement. She held back a smile and took him in hand, a sigh crossed his lips when he felt her warm hand wrap around him. His glance anchored in hers while she gratified him slow back and forth making him shiver. One of his hands slipped into her hair that he grabbed and she approached the face to take him between her lips, caressing his sensitive foreskin of her lips which tore him a groan, he contracted his thighs when he slipped entirely into her mouth, feeling her tongue on his length. Tightening his grip on her hair he pushed further into her throat making her cough as he began to tap in. Her second hand went to his thigh to grab onto something as he fucked her throat with vigor making her almost choke on his member. Closing his eyes he tilt the head back filled with a feeling of plenitude, slowing down its movements of pelvis, she took advantage of it to breath again. Embedding her nails in the skin of his thigh, taking him down a grunt, she literally impaled her throat on his cock activating to make him come. When he was on the point to pour himself in her throat he pulled firmly on her hair to tilt her head backwards.

"What does daddy's girl then."

She swallowed his seed as he filled her mouth, feeling the warm liquid flow down her throat.

"Such a good girl." He caressed her cheek with his thumb before reaching out to her to straighten up, she took it and stood up welcoming a passionate and fiery kiss from Ron whose one hand slid between her loins, the other finding its way back to her hair. Head back she closed her eyes as he buried his face in her neck to lay kisses and nibble her skin before sliding down her shoulder.

"Ronnie.." She moaned.

“Yes love."

"Fuck me."

Brushing her ear with the tip of his lips, his chuckle echoed in her ear.

"Daddy please fuck me." She whimpered. 

"Put your hands on the wall." 

She turned around and put the palms of her hands on the wall facing her and knowing what he was about to do, bend over a bit, while he took off her pants and her panties. Before she could say something, she felt his hand smashed on her butt, biting her lips trying not to escape a moan. She received another spanking and a small scream of pleasure came through her lips followed by a third one, no longer trying to hold it back.

She gasped when he spoke into her ear, not expecting him to be so close. "You're not supposed to enjoy your punishment princess.” He said amused before putting a kiss on her shoulder. "Do you want me to continue?" She nodded her head in response which stretched a smile on Ron's face. A fourth one, butterflies were felt in her stomach. Fifth one, a louder scream. Sixth one, she felt the blood in her clit making it grow with pleasure. Seventh, she couldn't wait no more.

"Ron please fuck me!" She beg making him chuckle.

Pressing himself against her he put his hands on her hips and slipped in her tearing her a moan of ecstasy tilting the head backwards, beginning with slow back and forth, so that she could feel him going and coming in her of all his length. He quickly accelerated the cadence, making resound in the room the sound of his skin to slap against hers. Nestling his face in her neck, which stifled his hoarse moans, he placed his hands on hers still on the wall. She felt him pressing in her back to penetrate her as deeply as possible, then she took off one of her hands of the wall to come to place it behind his nape of the neck as she could and he covered her arm and her wrist of kisses, wrist around which he rolled up his long fingers, his other hand always on hers on the wall sliding along her arm and coming to slip on her belly, tightening her, desperate to feel her against him. Hearing her moan his name increased his pleasure tenfold, when he felt her legs start to shake he knew that she was not far from the orgasm, then he tightened his embrace around her waist and kissed her behind the ear.

"Marry me." He whispered in her ear making her wide open her eyes in shock.

"Tha-That's unexpected." She blew between two moans.

"I think it's a very original way to propose." He chuckled getting deeper inside her to finally break her, filling the room with her yelling drowning with him into a powerful orgasm. "Should I take that for a yes?" He laughed, she trying to find her breath.

"No more secret."

"No more secret." He replied tightening her in his arms and kissing her cheek.

ice: why are you burning our marriage certificate!?

mav: good luck trying to return me without a receipt.

Want to be sick and have him taking care of me

“Open your mouth” with Hangman 😇

pairing- hangman x reader

warnings- there's like 2 allusions to smut...so idk 18+? reader is sick with unspecified nonthreatening illness

length- 0.3k

an- i'm so sorry this is probably not nearly as smutty as you were hoping for…i don't even know who i am anymore how did i manage to take the sluttiest prompt on the there and turn it into basically fluff (for me anyways)...which i normally hate writing. idk this is the only thing my brain would come up with for this

It’s really rude that the sun feels the need to bore itself into your head while you have a 101-degree fever. As if you’re not sweaty enough.

You could get up and close the curtains, but that’s just asking too much at this point.

The front door opens and you don’t even bother to look up. If someone’s breaking in they can have your dirty dishes and dying plants for all you care.

Luckily for your neglected monstera, it’s just Jake.

He brushes your sweaty hair back, making a face when he feels how warm you still are. “I brought you some food.”

“Leave me alone, you heathen,” you whine, voice muffled by the pillow you’re shoving your face in to get away from his hands.

You should feel bad. He’s being entirely too sweet, taking your grumpiness in stride. But your body aches, your throat is dry, everything hurts, and you just want to sleep for eternity.

“Sweetheart.” You want to punch him for the hint of a laugh you hear in his voice. “You have to eat.”

“Too hard,” you protest, turning your head to look at him blearily. “Throat hurts.”

Jake looks like he wants to make a joke or several, but instead purses his lips and nudges your head up from the pillow, pulling you into a sitting position. “At least drink some water.”

“No.”

Something dark flashes across his bright eyes, jaw tightening.

“Baby,” Jake says sternly. “Open your mouth.”

Your mouth drops open unceremoniously, some Pavlovian response you have no control over, and you immediately flush crimson.

Jake looks so proud of himself that you can’t even be mad as he puts a bottle of water to your lips before you can protest any further.

“You have to get better so I can put that bratty mouth to good use, sweetheart.”

Dilemma

Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x f!pilot!reader (Callsign: Poppy) secret relationship + no use of Y/N.

Summary: Reader finds out she has been dismissed from the mission and is gonna confront the Vice Admiral about his decision.

Warnings: mentions of death through threats, swearing, bad writing, grammatical mistakes, sorry English isn't my first language.

Be indulgent please it's my first one putting the reader in a pilot seat, I'm more into the usual fluffy stories 🫣.

To say she was angry was an understatement, she could have knocked heads without batting an eyelid because she was so seething with rage. Strolling down the hallways towards the source of her problem she didn't even pay attention to Payback and Fanboy who called out to her as she passed by them. Making them raise their eyebrows and follow her lead as she walked towards the break room in which she entered opening the door abruptly, she quickly found the reason for her anger, sitting on the arm of one of the sofas, his smug smile still pinned on his face that she dreamed of hitting.

"You! Hangman piece of shit! "

The man turned his head towards her before straightening up and his smile widened as he guessed why she would have killed him if she could.

"Poppy my dear, you've never been better named than you are right now by the color of your face." He chuckled as she approached dangerously, determined this time to slap him in the face no matter what she risked next.

"You deserve to roast in hell!” A group of pilots formed around them intrigued by what was happening, as she was about to jump at his face, two arms encircled her waist to prevent her from going through with her gesture.  "Rooster let go of me! I'll take that stupid smile off your face and you'll see. Rooster, let me go!"

Jake looked at her with a proud look on his face without batting an eyelid as Bradley tried to restrain his friend.

"Leave him he's not worth it."

"What's going on?" Phoenix finally interjected as lost and stunned as the others.

"Maverick just grounded me on orders from Simpson, who was reportedly told that I didn't feel I had the shoulders for this mission, which was too much pressure for me. You're so afraid of getting passed over that you manage to sink whoever you can. You tried to undermine Bradley's confidence in his own abilities because he's your biggest competitor and now you're taking it out on me? Wouldn't it be you Seresin who doubt your abilities to the point of resorting to such low acts to oust the competition?"

Maybe he was hiding behind his smile or he was unaware of the lack of morality of what he was doing but Jake didn't bat an eye, still wearing his smirk.

"They made a mistake on the selection, it was about recalling the best. But maybe some of them couldn't make themselves available. So they had to plug the holes." Jake said.

"That's so low of you, yet not surprising." Interjected Bob who had placed himself next to her.

"It doesn't matter who will be chosen for this mission Jake, we are all on the same team. But maybe you don't really grasp the meaning of what that means?"

Not wanting to hear what he might have to say, if he had anything to say, she turned and walked out of the room to Vice Admiral Simpson's office. Once in front of the door she took a deep breath before knocking twice on it and entering when he gave permission.

When she entered the room, Cyclone was sitting at his desk, Warlock sitting opposite him, she stood by the door, straight as an i, hands behind her back, both men facing her.

"Lieutenant Caldwell." He sank into his seat with his elbows on the armrests, his hands folded in front of him. "To what do I owe your presence in my office?"

"I would like to speak with you about your recent decision about me sir."

A silence followed.

"We'll pick this up later." He finally said to Rear Admiral Bates who nodded and gathered his documents before getting up and leaving the office, nodding to Poppy who greeted him with a "Sir." Once the door was closed she walked towards the office.

"What the hell is this? You have no right to stop me from flying!"

"I have every right, in this case I'm not stopping you from flying, I'm removing you from this mission."

He straightened up in his seat, leaning slightly over his desk on which he crossed his hands.

"Are you aware that Hangman said all that just to get rid of me? Would you have called me back if you didn't think I could do it? Do you doubt my abilities?"

He passed his hands over his face while posted on the other side of the desk she leaned forward putting her hands flat on it.

"Of course not. But under the circumstances, under the method you are being taught, under the only way to complete this mission, there will be casualties." He paused, anchoring his gaze in hers. "And I won't risk losing you." She straightened up, gritting her teeth.

"Then it's personal."

"This is not the time to discuss this Molly."

"It's time if I decide to." She replied curtly, Beau's gaze turning stern. "You can't interfere with my career and ground me as soon as the danger is too great for your taste. It’s part of our job, if you constantly do that I will never fly again!"

"Molly that's enough, we'll discuss it tonight."

"Oh no, we're going to talk about this now. Put me back in."

"Molly..." He ran a hand over his face, his tone dragging.

"Beau, if you do this it’s over."

Her words had the effect of a bomb and he looked her straight in the eyes stunned by what she had just said.

"Your choice Beau, either accept the risk without something necessarily happening to me, or lose me."

A silence settled between the two of them, looking into each other's eyes and it seemed to last forever until he finally spoke again in a neutral tone.

"After careful consideration Lieutenant Caldwell, your abilities making you a suitable pilot for this mission, you are reintegrate in it."

She straightened up and her chest heaved as she took a deep relieved breath, she didn't realize she had been holding it until then.

"Thank you sir." She turned on her heels about to leave the office when he rose from his seat, slipping one hand into his pants pocket, the other touching the desk with his fingertips.

"I didn’t authorize you to dispose of Lieutenant." He spoke in a sharp tone.

With her hand on the doorknob she turned her head towards him, his downcast look had given way to a threatening one, knowing full well what was coming next her fingers slid from the door handle to the lock below and locked the door.

"Good." He commented on her gesture.

With a feline gait she returned to the office.

"You seem irritated."

"Why wouldn't I be? You show up into my office and discuss an order."

"Seriously Beau?" A frank laugh shook her chest. "I don't think I stormed in here like a fury and almost revealing our little secret. And as for discussing an order, it's within my rights to want to discuss a decision with my superior and express my point of view. You never would have made that decision if Hangman hadn't come in to screwed it up."

"Are you really going to blame me for wanting to protect you?"

"You can't protect me Beau, I blame you for letting the personal override the professional. We agreed this wouldn't happen! Do you know what it's like to be put on the spot for that reason?! No, you didn't think about that, did you? Maybe you were more focused on the possible loss of your toy, who would have sucked you under the desk on your lunch break otherwise?"

A dull growl escaped from his chest. "You're going too far, be careful."

"Or else what? Fire me, my career won't end there. Fire me, and what will Admiral Kazansky think of a Vice Admiral who sexually blackmailed one of his subordinates?"

His jaw clenched so hard he could have broken it in anger.

"You are going way too far Molly, stop this right now."

"It was you who started Beau, assume that for once you didn't take the right decision, even though the intention was laudable I admit, it was unprofessional." She paused and thought for a moment before going too far and regretting it. "It's up to you if you'd rather sleep on the couch tonight, if not it'll be me." She was about to turn her heels and leave once and for all of his office when in a flash he made the turn. Everything happened quickly, a hand sliding in her neck he drew against her to crush his lips on hers, pressing her against him with a hand in her lower back. Surprised but without any intention to push back him, she rolled up her arms around his nape and pressed her chest against his deepening this passionate kiss, one of those which follow the reconciliation of an argument. Taking off his lips of hers he put his forehead against hers.

"No one will sleep on the couch tonight."