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This account is for 18+ only. If you do not have an age in your bio you will be blocked immediately.

I do not have a masterlist but this page is only for writings so they’re not hard to find. However, to make it easier you can find my works by tag searching #heather writes or #[character] x reader

I have written for Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw, Eddie Munson, Rhett Abbott, Rick Flag and Stephen Holder.

Unfortunately, most of my writings have paragraphs repeated. This is a glitch I have not been able to fix. Sorry for the inconvenience.

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You’ll Never Fight Alone

Pairing: Garrett Graham x reader

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Garrett doesn’t shy away from helping you on your bad days.

Warnings: angst/comfort, very very general mental health talk and illusion to body dysmorphia.

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The minute Garrett’s out of practice, the only thing on his mind is the quickest way to get back to you. It’s been a long day between running all over campus for classes and busting his ass in practice. All of that, combined with how little he has heard from you today, has him looking forward to holding you in his arms.

When he pulls into the driveway of the house he shares with his teammates, he smiles to himself at the sight of your old beat-up car. He never thought he’d be so grateful to see the hideous thing you seem to love so much.

Garrett is out of his Jeep in seconds, hauling his duffel bag up the stairs, dropping the smelly thing outside by the front entrance. The minute he steps inside the house, he expects to see your smiling face waiting for him with open arms. No matter how many times he's come home to you, your excitement never seems to fade. That’s why it’s so odd that you’re not in the living room.

Garrett ventures further into the house, walking into the kitchen, thinking you might be there fixing everyone an after-practice snack. As he walks through the entry level of the house, he doesn’t find you anywhere.

He doesn’t think much of it. He mindlessly walks upstairs and wanders down the hallway until he comes to his worn door, which is firmly shut. You usually leave it open unless you're sleeping, so he assumes you’re just taking a nap.

He wraps his large hand around the silver knob, slowly twisting it, and pushes the door open. Your head shoots off your pillow at the sound of the old wooden door creaking open. As Garrett’s eyes scan your features, he becomes deeply concerned.

Your face is swollen, and your eyes are bloodshot. Your hair is a mess, clearly untouched all day. You’re wearing the same clothes he saw you in this morning when he left for his first class. There’s no way you even left the house today, and missing class is so unlike you.

“Garrett! Shit! What time is it? I didn’t think you’d be home so soon.” Truthfully, you had lost track of what time it was. If you had even bothered to look at a clock, you would have known he’s home at his usual time.

Garrett crosses the room in three big steps, immediately coming to your side. He cradles your face in his calloused hands to study you. His thumb brushes your damp cheek, and he knows your tears have only recently stopped.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks, his voice soft and laced with concern.

“Nothing,” you brush him off, but he can tell it’s a lie. Your voice is hoarse, and your eyes are filling with tears again.

“Babe…”

“You’re probably hungry, let me make you something.” You make a move to get away from him, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he gently pulls you back to him.

“Baby, please. I can see you’re hurting. Do you want to talk about it?”

You let out a deep sigh and resign to the fact that he isn’t going to let this go. You were stupid to think he would. The only person more stubborn than you was your boyfriend.

“I’m not having a good day. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Garrett watches as you fiddle with the sleeve of his sweatshirt you’re wearing. He doesn’t know what to say. He wishes you would open up to him so he could fix your problems, but he accepts that he shouldn’t push you. He has to come to terms with the fact that he can’t fix everything, no matter how badly he wants to.

“That’s okay. Are you hungry? Did you eat today?”

“I had some crackers this morning.”

Garrett frowns. He hates seeing you this upset; it makes him feel powerless. “What would you like to eat?”

“I should be asking you that. You just had a long practice.”

“I’m not concerned about me right now. I want whatever you want.”

Your appetite was lost a while ago, but your boyfriend won’t take that for an answer, so you say the first thing that comes to mind.

“Pizza?”

“Perfect.”

Garrett slips his phone from his back pocket and sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing your back as he orders the food. With your head pressed against his chest, you let the vibrations of his voice lull you into a sense of relief. Being in Garrett’s presence eases some of your anxiety, but there are dark thoughts unrelated to him that still linger.

You press your eyes shut, desperately trying to block out your internal thoughts. When you fail to notice Garrett is talking to you, he gently presses his lips closer to your ear and speaks in a soothing voice.

“Would you like to take a bath? I can set it up while we wait for the food.”

“Yeah,” you think. “I’d like that.” You give him a small smile as your eyes start to water again. God, he’s so sweet. He must be so tired, and he’s still looking after you. If you didn’t feel so damn guilty, your heart would be soaring.

You watch as he leaves the room, heading for the bathroom down the hall. His departure leaves you to flop back down on the bed, on your side of the mattress that will likely be permanently molded in the shape of your body after the past day spent wallowing in the same exact spot.

You do not know how long it’s been when Garrett finally comes back into the bedroom. When he finds you back under the covers, his heart cracks even deeper.

He moves around the room until he’s standing over you, rubbing your hair. You turn your head wordlessly to look at him. His hand finally comes to rest on your cheek, thumb gently caressing the heated skin.

“The bath is ready, baby. Do you still feel up for it?” A small nod from you is sufficient enough for him to pull back the covers before scooping you up in his arms.

He carries you to the bathroom where the tub has been filled with warm water and bubbles, along with your favorite scented candle lit on the countertop. He helps you undress, but notices the way your eyes are focused on something far away. He follows them to the mirror in the corner, where you look at your reflection with a slight frown on your face. Worldlessly, he moves so he’s in the line of the mirror instead and continues undressing you.

Once you’re completely naked, he holds your hand and assists you in getting into the tub. He notices the way your body relaxes a bit once it’s submerged in the warm water.

“Will you get in with me?” You ask timidly, not meeting Garrett’s eyes.

“Of course.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head before stripping down. You move up slightly in the tub, making room for him. He climbs in behind you and leans back against the tiled wall. He gently guides you to relax against him, your back pressed against his toned chest.

“Thank you,” you whisper, a bit choked up by how gentle and kind Garrett is with you.

“Anything for you. I just want you to feel better, baby. I don’t like that you struggle alone, and I can’t help you.”

“It’s not your fault, G. It’s not your job to fix me.”

“Still, I’m here for you.”

“I don’t deserve you. I’m such a mess.”

“We all have bad days. You take care of me on mine, and I’m always going to take care of you.”

“I love you, Garrett.”

“I love you too, honey, so so much.”

You got used to facing these dark days alone before you met Garrett, but now that you're together, you know that he will always do his best to be by your side, helping you battle your demons.

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Just What He Needs

Pairing: Garrett Graham x reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: after a tough loss, you’re just what garrett needs to get him out of his head

Warnings: nsfw 18+ only! unprotected PinV sex, fingering, rough(ish) sex.

You stand in the dimly lit back hallway of Briar U’s arena, glancing between your phone and the door to the men’s locker room. Thirty minutes had already passed, and you were pacing back and forth on the concrete ground, waiting for any sign of life. Usually, you could hear the boisterous sounds of the boys celebrating a win, but today, there would be none of that.

The team had experienced a tough loss, and you knew your boyfriend was somewhere in that room, beating himself up over it. Garrett didn’t take losing well; none of the boys did, but as team captain, he took on a different level of responsibility. You could tell he was in his head simply from the way he skated. He was hesitant, almost as if he was trying to predict the outcome of each move in his head before he chose a path, but everyone knew that Garrett played much better when he acted on instinct.

Eventually, Garrett’s teammates began to trickle out of the locker room in silence, but your boyfriend was not amongst the mix.

“Hey,” you call out to Logan. “Is he still in there?”

“Yeah, he hasn’t moved.” He shook his head in defeat. “Wouldn’t listen to anyone either.”

“Sounds like him,” you sigh.

“Well…” Logan trails off. “Good luck.”

Logan gives you a half-hearted salute and heads down the hallway, leaving you alone to make your next move. You hesitate for a moment before knocking on the wooden door and pushing it open.

“Girl incoming,” you joke lightly as you poke your head inside the locker room. You're dismayed when you find it empty.

After a moment, the muffled sound of running water catches your attention. Your footsteps echo as you follow the sound and enter the bathroom. Immediately, you’re overcome with the heat of the steam swirling around the room. The hulking figure of your boyfriend is hazy, but you can still make out all his features. You scan his body, noticing the bold lettering stretched across his hunched back and the way he's white-knuckling the sink in front of him.

“Babe,” you call out softly. He doesn’t budge. You’re not sure he even registered the sound of your voice with how deep inside his thoughts he likely is.

You decide to venture further into the bathroom, coming right behind him so you can place a delicate hand on his tense back.

“G, don’t beat yourself up. You guys tried your best.”

“And it wasn’t good enough.” He pushes himself off the sink and walks towards the shower stall without giving you so much as a glance. You take note of the bruises littering his abdomen, the deep purple and blues a stark contrast to his tanned skin.

Your boyfriend peels off his black boxers and steps into the stream of water. His body doesn’t relax despite the hot water offering some reprieve for his aching muscles. The steam is starting to get to your head. It’s stifling, but so is the silence between you and Garrett.

“It was an off day. It happens.”

“No, it doesn’t, not to us. Logan couldn’t make a clean pass, and Dean was letting everyone get to us.”

“That’s not fair.”

Garrett spins around and approaches you, crowding your space until you’re almost forced into the shower with him. Mist sprays you, but you pay it no mind; you’re much more focused on the way his wet curls cling to his beautiful face.

“What’s not fair is us losing because the team couldn’t handle some shit-talking from the other side. We’re supposed to be better than that.” Garrett’s tone is dark, but he’s not being mean, not to you anyway. Most people might be intimidated by a man of your boyfriend’s build hulking over them, but you know he’s harmless.

“Sometimes people have off days. Life happens, Garrett.”

“Not to me it doesn’t. I need to prove myself.” The silence between the two of you resumes.

The animalistic look in Garrett’s eyes causes all coherent thoughts to leave your head and swirl down the grate along with the water. You could never admit it, but you found it incredibly hot when your boyfriend got wound up. Of course, you wanted the team to play their best and win games, but the way Garrett would fuck you after a tough loss was a guilty pleasure of yours.

As the space between you and your boyfriend becomes increasingly smaller, you can’t help but notice his heavy breathing. His eyes shift down to your lips, and before you can process what’s happening, his plump lips are colliding with yours. It’s immediately an overpowering kiss. Garrett kisses like he’s trying to steal the air from your lungs, and he nearly does.

A large hand wraps around the back of your neck and leads your complying body further into the shower until you’re completely drenched. Water cascades down Garrett’s face, some of it getting mixed between your moving mouths. There’s still a faint taste of salt on his lips, but you don’t mind; it’s familiar.

You're painfully aware of just how hard Garrett’s cock is against your abdomen, and it only makes the need pulsing between your legs worse. Bringing one leg up to wrap around his waist, you begin to grind against him. You’re desperate to get any inkling of stimulation, but it’s cut short when Garrett grabs your thigh, using the leverage to push your leg down.

“Not yet.”

Your boyfriend begins to press a trail of rough kisses down your neck. When he reaches your collarbone, he sucks a mark into your soft skin. He does his best to leave it a place where it can be hidden, a secret just for the two of you to share.

When you moan as he nibbles your shoulder, Garrett decides he can’t deny himself of you any longer. He draws away from you and his hands move to quickly discard your clothing. The soaked fabric is thrown haphazardly onto the tile floor, a problem for later. Right now, you need each other badly.

Once you’re fully nude, Garrett grabs your hips and spins you around without a word. The cool feeling of the tile against your breasts is welcoming in comparison to the rising temperature in the room. His hands trace up and down your figure, admiring every curve but purposefully not finding their way to anywhere you want them to.

Waiting for Garrett to make the next move is painful. It feels like forever before his calloused fingers are finally making contact with your eager pussy. He slides one, then two fingers into you, stretching you open with a scissoring motion.

“Fuck. I need you. I need you now,” you whine.

“You gonna be good for me?” Garrett's gruff voice fills your ears.

“Yes.”

That answer is all your boyfriend needs before he’s sliding his cock into your pussy. He’s not soft with it, pushing in fully with a single thrust of his hips. You’re only allowed a few seconds to adjust before he begins fucking you roughly. At first, it’s just the sound of water hitting the tile floor mixed with the echo of your skin slapping together, but as his cock hits that sweet spot, your moans join the chorus.

“Take it. Take my cock, princess.”

“I can, I can take it.”

As if to reward you, his left hand snakes around your hip so two long fingers can circle your clit. It’s game over for you. Before you even have a chance to warm him, your pussy begins to spasm around his thick cock.

“Yeah, that’s my good girl.”

Your body nearly goes numb from the ecstasy. If Garrett didn’t have a bruising grip on you, there’s no way you’d be standing up straight. At this point, the moans leaving your open mouth were involuntary. The sound is music to his fucking ears. It lets him know that even when he’s played like shit, he can still do one thing right.

“That’s it, baby.” He rewards you with a kiss on your shoulder blade. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Garrett moans as he finishes with a final thrust. You can feel his cock pulsing as he empties inside of you. Then he stills. You both catch your breath before he gently removes himself from you.

Once the cloudy haze dissipates from your head and you’ve composed yourself, you turn around to face your boyfriend. You find he’s got a much softer look in his brown eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, G. Now please wash yourself because you smell like a wet gym sock.”

Your comment makes Garrett laugh out loud, and that’s how you know he is back to his normal self. The sound makes you grin giddily. No matter how sexy you found him when he was riled up, you love your sweet boyfriend more than anything.

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thanks so much for including me! I’m so glad you enjoyed my story <3

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Thank you for all of the time, effort, and love you put into all that you do

All of the things that are thrown at you and the things you all put up with just to share what you love with those who love it too

We would have nothing without every single one of you

Thank you 🤍

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Burning Desire

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Fem! Reader

Summary: Being separated from bradley while he’s on detachment is hard but the reunions are always eventful.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Daddy kink, d/s dynamics, fingering and unprotected PinV sex

Repost because tags weren’t working

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“I missed you so much.” You mumble for the hundredth time as you press kisses to the back of Bradley’s free hand. His other hand grips the steering wheel as he drives the two of you back to your shared home. Bradley had been back on land for all of ten seconds before you were attaching yourself to his arm and refusing to let go.

“I missed you more, princess.”

“Not possible.”

“Oh yeah?” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but the grin is knocked off his face when you lead his hand underneath your sundress.

It’s evident from the first graze of his fingers against the fabric of your panties that you’re soaked. The feeling of that alone has his blood rushing south. After so many weeks with only his hand and a picture of you to get off to, having the real thing right beside him drives him crazy.

“Fuck,” he rasps, “take ‘em off for me, baby.”

When you’ve settled with your thighs spread and bare cunt on display, his fingers travel toward your clit. He plays with the sensitive bundle of nerves as you coast down the San Diego roads, but it’s not enough to satisfy you.

“I need more!”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please, Daddy?” Bradley sneaks a glance at you, watching as you bat your lashes to convince him. He could never deny his favorite girl.

The car rolls up to a red light just as Bradley finally sinks a finger into you. Your pussy clenches at the intrusion causing him to tut. “You’re squeezing around just one finger, baby. Your pussy already forgot me that quickly?”

All you can do is moan as his thick finger pumps in and out of you. Your head lolls to the side, falling against the car window. Your panting breaths fog up the glass.

“Bet you spent so many nights trying to remember how I felt, huh? But your fingers couldn’t compare to the way I stretch you open.”

“Never,” You confirm. Bradley rewards you with another digit. Your shameless moans fill the car, overpowering the music playing on the radio.

“That’s what I thought. Only I could ever make you feel so fucking good, right?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You cry as he picks up the pace and begins to scissors his fingers, stretching you open to accommodate his cock later on. The prod of his thick fingers has your back arching off the leather seat. Bradley struggles to keep his eyes on the road, wishing he could watch you fall apart.

As Bradley continues to finger you, his thumb finds your clit. His calloused pad rubs tight circles and the extra stimulation is just what you need. You come undone with a loud cry, gripping the handle on the ceiling of the car as if your life depends on it. Bradley continues to work your clit as your orgasm washes over you but pulls away as soon as you stop thrashing, not wanting to over-stimulate you.

“Does that feel better, baby?”

You shake your head. “I still need you.” The ache of missing him has long since been replaced by a carnal need to be connected with him, consumed by him

“I’m all yours the second we get home.”

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Bradley makes good on his promise, barely taking the keys out of the ignition before he pulls you out of the passenger’s seat. Once the front door is open, he hoists you up. His arms hook under your bum and your legs wrap around his waist. Your lips move against his in a frenzy of passion all the way to the bedroom. He only pulls away so he can toss you onto the bed. He completely undresses you before gently pushing you back to lie against the mattress.

His hands are rough against your bare skin but his touch is gentle. They leave tingles in their wake as they skim down your sides. He always takes time to admire your bare body after being away for a long time, committing your curves to memory as if one day you’ll vanish from his sight forever.

You grow timid under Bradley’s heated gaze and attempt to cover your body with your arms. He shakes his head and gently takes your hands into his. “Let me get a good look at you, pretty baby.”

His hand trails up your abdomen before cupping one of your breasts. He massages the soft flesh then leans down to attach his lips to your nipple. You cry out at the sensation of his hot tongue running over the raised bud. He sucks intently, marking up your breast as your hands through his sun-bleached curls. The coarse hair of his mustache rubs against the delicate skin.

Bradley’s grip on your waist tightens as he shoves his face deeper into your chest, giving your breasts all the attention. You love how he goes after them in an animalistic way, but right now you desperately need him to focus on the throbbing between your legs.

Getting impatient, you begin to grind against his chest, but it’s hard to move with his large body caging you against the bed. “Need you. Please.” You whine pathetically.

He pulls away from your tit and looks up at you. “Need me to what? C’mon, use your words.”

“Need you to fuck me, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me, deep and hard and hitting all the right spots. I need you to fill me up with your cum till it’s spilling out of me.”

Bradley moans, “Who knew my pretty girl had such a dirty mind?”

You pull back from him, a bit embarrassed, but he moves your face to look at him again. You peer up at him, your kind eyes filled with desire. Your loving gaze always makes Bradley feel warm and fuzzy like a fresh chocolate chip cookie. If there’s one thing he knows for sure, it’s that he would do anything to make you happy.

He quickly gets out of his clothes, freeing himself for you. His cock’s aching, but he doesn’t pay attention to it, only to you who lays there waiting for him.

“Being so patient, baby. So good.” He praises as his hand trails down your naked body and he comes to hover over you.

“Good, Daddy?”

“Yes, my good girl,” Bradley reassures before kissing you on the lips. “Ready?”

“Yes, please.”

Bradley slowly pushes the tip of his cock into you. Neither of you can help the loud moans you let out as the sexual frustration you’ve been dealing with while apart just melts away. “Taking me so well.” He groans as he feels your walls clenching around him.

When he’s fully seated in you, he stills, chin lying on your shoulder, giving you time to adjust to his size. You hook your legs above his bum and wrap your arms around his neck, forcing your bodies as close together as possible. Nothing quite matches the feeling of Bradley’s warm body pressed against yours. It brings a type of comfort that’s rarely found elsewhere.

“Are you okay?” Bradley’s face emerges from your neck to meet your gaze. It's becoming increasingly harder for him to stay still when you feel like heaven wrapped around his cock, but his number one priority is making sure you are comfortable, always.

“Yes.” You squirm under his body, trying to get him to move.

Bradley takes the hint. He begins to pull out before steadily pushing back in. He fucks you nice and slow making sure you can feel every inch of him. He maintains eye contact as he makes love to you. Words of praise fall from his lips like honey. His gaze is so soft you feel as if you might melt on the spot. It's a look of sheer love that you never knew before Bradley. Love blooms in your chest like spring flowers and tears well up in your eyes.

He knows your body like a second language. Each poignant thrust of his hips punches all the air out of your lungs. You struggle to ground yourself as your brain becomes increasingly fuzzy with pleasure. Unintelligible sounds fall from your lips.

it feels like your body has been set alight, you’re crawling in your skin begging to climb inside him instead. It’s overwhelming and difficult to communicate but Bradley knows exactly what you’re feeling. He knows how vulnerable you can get and it warms his heart that you trust him enough to let yourself unravel around him.

“I know you’re needy, princess. It’s been a long time since you were filled. It’s okay, Daddy’s home now. I’m gonna take care of you.”

You moan into his ear as he pushes you closer to the edge and your fiancé swears it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard.

“I’m gonna fill my pretty girl up. Make sure you’re nice and full of my cum just like you wanted because my baby gets everything she wants.”

The head of Bradley’s cock continues to abuse that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Your whole body tenses up and you cry out as you’re pushed over the edge.

The satisfied cries falling from your open mouth combined with the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock have a dizzying effect on Bradley. His thrusts become frenzied until he’s filling you with his hot cum just as he promised.

“Fuck, I love you so much, honey.” He croaks as he struggles to return his breathing to normal.

After a few moments, Bradley gently pulls out of you and leaves. The feeling of emptiness slowly creeps back in while he’s gone. The extra warmth that his body provides is sorely missed as the air conditioner blows on your naked body.

You're not left on your own for too long though. Bradley is back, scooping you up bridal style and bringing you to the main bathroom where he’s prepared a bath. He helps you into the water first and climbs in behind you.

“I’m so glad you’re back home.”

“Me too.”

[greymoonfeelings]

father’s day may be over but every day is daddy’s day if you’re me therefore “Burning Desire” a brad brad smut fic will likely be out tonight.

[greymoonfeelings]

the tags weren’t working so it will be reposted tomorrow!

[greymoonfeelings]

father’s day may be over but every day is daddy’s day if you’re me therefore “Burning Desire” a brad brad smut fic will likely be out tonight.

[greymoonfeelings]

You and Me

pairing: Jake Seresin x fem! reader

word count: 0.7k

note: this is a little blurb I’ve had in my drafts forever and I wanted to get it published. I firmly believe Jake says says “give me some sugar” when he wants a kiss and you will not change my mind.

•••

You let out a huff, swirling the ice cubes in your drink around with the plastic straw. With your head in your hand, you watch as Jake celebrates his latest pool victory with his friends. He wasn’t ignoring you on purpose, but he was so wrapped up in the energy of his friends that he had yet to realize you weren’t feeling the same.

After Coyote slaps him on the back, Jake spins around to face you. He looks over to you expectantly, hoping to see you smiling at him, but instead notices the downturn of your lips as you stare down at your drink. Jake excuses himself from his friends before approaching you.

“What's wrong, darlin?” He slides into the booth beside you, throwing an arm around your slumped shoulders.

“Nothing.” You force a smile, not wanting to ruin his fun with your sour mood. Jake cocks his head to the side giving you a knowing look. There is no use lying to him. He has always been able to see right through you.

You sigh in defeat. “I thought tonight would just be us. I love your friends, but we’re with them so much and I miss spending time alone with you.”

“Why didn’t you say something earlier?” His tone is soft, not accusing.

“I didn’t want to sound needy.” You peer down at your drink again, pretending to be interested in the condensation running down this side so you don’t have to look your boyfriend in the eye.

You’re terrified of Jake suddenly deciding that you’re too high maintenance. Maybe he wants a girlfriend who’s more go-with-the-flow and less clingy. Jake is a boisterous and extroverted person, why would he ever want to be with someone who was the exact opposite?

Jake recognizes that look on your face. The one you make when your order comes out wrong but you eat it anyway because you don’t want to be a bother. The one you wear when someone suddenly starts talking over you because they either didn’t realize you were speaking or they just didn’t care. Jake hates that look, hates that you feel like you’re not good enough to take up space.

“There’s no one else I would rather spend time with than you, darlin’. You can always tell me what you’re feeling, you don’t have to hide from me or feel embarrassed.”

“You’re so good to me, Jake. I’m not used to my feelings being considered.”

“Your feelings deserve to be treated with respect and I love you, I always want you to be comfortable.”

“I love you too.”

“Gimme some sugar.” Jake leans in, his lips searching for yours.

“Not here.” You duck away from him, looking around at the crowded bar.

“No one’s looking. They’re all too focused on themselves. C’mon, I missed you too, darling.” Jake whispers reassuringly as he presses kisses to the side of your face.

You take another quick look around the bar before deciding that he’s right. You lean into Jake’s side and press your glossed lips against his.

When you pull away, Jake licks his lips trying to savor the taste of you. “Mm, cherry. My favorite.”

“You’re not supposed to lick it off, weirdo.” You laugh and give your boyfriend a playful shove.

“Let’s get out of here. There’s a carton of ice cream back home with our names written all over it and I may have finally caved and subscribed to Disney Plus.”

Jake wraps his arm around your waist and tucks you against his side. After saying goodbye to his friends, he leads you out into the parking lot, his body warming you against the cool breeze from the ocean.

The two of you spend the remainder of the night curled up in bed sharing the tub of ice cream while your favorite movie plays. Jake makes sure you know just how much he cherishes his time with you. Being alone with just him refills your energy just the way you were hoping it would and you fall asleep feeling even more in love with your man.

[greymoonfeelings]

The Best Day

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Fem! reader

Summary: Bradley’s past year has been spent creating lasting memories with you, but tonight is about to be his favorite.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: pregnancy, cheesy ass love, mentions of angsty situations

This is for the @tgm-all4one challenge! The prompt “Last summer was one no one could ever forget. Now, a year later, character(s) still feel(s) the effects of that time” is very fitting as I’m still thirsting over these pilots a year later. Happy anniversary TG:M!

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Last summer was one of the best Bradley had experienced in a long time and things had only gotten better. A year later, he’s still feeling the effects of that summer, the endless happiness that it had brought into his life. Not only had he made up with his Mav and made a new family with the permanently stationed Dagger Squad, but the girl he met within the first week in San Diego was about to be his wife.

The first time you and Bradley met, you had been enjoying a rare day off at the beach. The sun was shining bright and the cool temperature of the ocean was a welcomed change to the heat of your stuffy office. You had been getting out of the water after enjoying a nice swim. You thought you were far enough from the group of people playing football in the sand, but you weren’t. As you wiped sand off your torso, something collided with you. You hit the sand hard, but before you could curse out whoever slammed into you, you were met with an outrageously attractive sight. The man profusely apologized, asking how he could make it up to you. The offer of a night of free drinks was enough for you and the events of that night had led you to this moment right here.

“Are you sure about this, Bradley?”

The two of you stand in each other's arms in your shared bedroom. You’re wrapped in a pink fluffy robe and Bradley is still dressed in his sweatpants and ratty old UVA shirt even though it’s nearing 4 pm.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Bradley assures you with a light kiss on your temple, careful not to press too hard on your makeup which you had just spent the better half of an hour perfecting.

“You’re not just doing this because you feel obligated?” You drop your gaze to your growing stomach, suddenly feeling very unsure of yourself. You need Bradley to want to marry you because he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, not just because you’re carrying his child.

Bradley tilts your chin with two fingers bringing your eyes back to him. There’s nothing but adoration swimming in his brown eyes. “The only reason I didn’t drop down on one knee earlier was because I thought two weeks of knowing each other was too soon.”

“Two weeks?” You ask incredulously.

“See, you agree, it would’ve been crazy. But I wanted it, honey. I am not just marrying you because you’re carrying my child, but I took it as a sign.” His large hand joins yours in covering your small bump. “That’s my baby boy in there and I want nothing more than to marry his mommy.”

“Save the sweet talk for your vows, mister.”

“Oh, just wait. I’ll have the whole backyard in tears.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you chide playfully. You fully believe in Bradley’s ability to turn all your guests to mush. For all his playfulness, Bradley Bradshaw is an extremely emotional man and he always knows the perfect words to put you in your feels (not that it’s hard nowadays with your hormones all over the place.) “Get outta here so I can put on my dress. It’s bad luck to see me in it before the altar.”

“Now you’re superstitious? You know it’s also bad luck to see you the day of.”

“I’m not superstitious, but I am a little ‘stitious, so leave.” You shove Bradley towards the bedroom door as he busts out laughing at your response. When you finally get him out of the room, you shut the door and fall against it with a big smile. Hearing that laugh for the rest of your life is going to make you the happiest woman alive.

You spend the next hour getting into your dress and putting the final touches on your look. It's easy to relax knowing that Penny and Mav have everything under control with the guests and backyard set up. Bradley had put your last-minute fears to rest and now the butterflies in your stomach are from pure excitement. Tonight is about to be the best and easiest night of your life.

———

The opening notes of the Bridal March cut through the cooling summer air in your backyard. You take a deep breath and smooth down the fabric of your dress before moving forward. You begin your journey down the path of bright green grass that’s surrounded by white folding chairs on both sides, making your way toward the makeshift altar.

All your closest friends and your parents stand from their seats and watch you with big smiles. Your eyes scan over each of their faces as you walk past. You can’t help the tear that rolls down your cheek as you bask in the love that is palpable in the air. To think, a year ago, you had felt so alone in a new city and now you were surrounded by people you called your family.

Your eyes finally land on your fiancé who stands beside his uncle under a wooden arch decorated with yellow flowers. Bradley watches intently as you travel towards him, looking like a princess in your wedding gown. He immediately tears up at the sight of you illuminated by the canopy of fairy lights strung across the trees.

His chest feels tight from how much love he’s experiencing. Never in a million years did he think he would ever be this happy, not after everything that had happened in his life. You were like a breath of fresh air and the moment he met you, he knew things would never be the same.

You finally come to your spot in front of him and Bradley wants to kiss you right then, but he knows that’s against the rules. Instead, he takes your soft hands in his and presses a kiss to your knuckles.

“You look so beautiful.”

“You clean up nice yourself.” You beam up at Bradley with the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen and he can’t help the wide grin that splits his face. He's never felt this giddy in his life.

Maverick clears his throat before beginning. “Today is a celebration. A celebration of love, commitment, friendship, family, and of two people who are in it for forever. I’ve never been good with words, so I will try to keep this short and sweet. Some people believe that love is determined by fate. They believe that love is a cosmic thing, set by the universe and written in the stars. I’ve always been a skeptic, but Carole Bradshaw believed in it. She believed that she and Goose were meant to be. She would’ve believed the same about you two.

The type of love that I witnessed between Goose and Carole was one that I never thought I’d see again, but I see it here, between the two of you. The love between you is genuine. It’s shown through everything you do for one another, and how you treat each other in good times and bad. You help each other grow and become better people. You encourage each other with patience and kindness. There is no doubt in my mind that your love will last for many years to come. May your lives together be long and filled with many happy memories.”

By the time Maverick is finished, you’re a mess. At the mention of your departed in-laws, you immediately started crying. You loved them so much and you never even met them. You knew just from hearing about them how much they loved each other and knowing that their best friend sees that same love between you and Bradley warms your heart.

Bradley sheds his own tears from thinking about his parents and how they can’t be here in person, but instead of wiping his tears, he dries yours. He never wants to see you cry even if he knows these aren’t bad tears.

“Now, do you, Bradley Bradshaw, take this beautiful woman as your wife? Do you promise to love her unconditionally, offer her your love, support, trust, and respect as you build your future together?”

“I do.”

Maverick turns to you. “Do you take this man as your husband? Do you promise to love him unconditionally, offer him your love, support, trust, and respect as you build your future together?”

“I do,” You promise and the genuine love in your eyes tightens Bradley’s chest.

“You may now exchange your vows.”

“Can I go first? Because I have a feeling after yours, I’ll have too much snot running down my face to speak properly.” You speak, barely above a whisper so only Bradley and Mav, by proximity, can hear. Your question elicits a watery chuckle from Bradley as he nods for you to begin.

“For as long as I can remember, I have waited for my prince charming. From falling for fictional characters to terrible teenage lovers, I eventually came to terms with the idea that the love I wanted didn’t exist. I tried to make peace with the fact that I was likely going to end up all by myself. It was the main reason why I threw myself into work and consequently took the job that brought me to San Diego. The day I first met you, when you knocked into me at the beach, I thought, ‘I am going to castrate this man…’”

Everyone laughs, including Bradley. Your reaction was on par with what they all knew about you.

“But then I looked up and saw a hunky god-like man looking down at me, apologizing and I decided that it would be cruel to deprive the world of your ability to have kids. Now, one year later, I’m the lucky girl who will be gracing this planet with the cutest babies ever.” Your hand finds your stomach as everyone laughs again.

“Bradley, you are so much more than I could have ever dreamed for. You love me in a way I never thought I would experience. You love me on my darkest days when I can’t bring myself to eat and have day-old mascara running down my cheeks. You love me when I obnoxiously belt out old pop songs on the freeway and when I hog all the blankets. You love me so much that you get up at 2 am to get me convenience store pickles because I woke up craving them. I spent so long thinking I was hard to love, but you never make me feel that way. You’re patient and kind. You take everything I throw at you in stride. I love you more than words can express, but I hope I did a good job.”

As you finish, Bradley’s calloused thumb graces your cheek to wipe away tears you didn’t realize had fallen. His eyes are glossy too and a few stray tears make their way down his face.

“That’s gonna be a tough act to follow.” His voice comes out thin, evidence of his emotional state. He then clears his throat before he begins his vows.

“I spent most of my adult life alone. After losing all my loved ones, I was hurt and angry at the world. I never let anyone new get too close because I was afraid I would lose them too. I always seemed like the most popular guy in the room, serenading the whole bar, cracking jokes, and acting like everyone was my best friend, but I would return to my empty room at the barracks feeling like the loneliest guy in the world. When I got called back to Top Gun, I thought it would be another lonely experience, but then I met you that fateful day at the beach and everything changed. I never believed in love at first sight in fact, I never believed that I would find love ever. I knew it existed, I saw the love my mother had for my father even after he was gone, but I didn’t think it was in the cards for me. The minute I laid eyes on you, I knew you were my forever. You made me yearn for a future I never even realized I could have. I felt terrible for body slamming some poor girl, but I felt ten times worse when I saw it was my future wife…”

“You’re laying it on real thick,” you joke even though his speech is causing you to cry like a baby.

“You doubt me, but you’re standing here with me, and I’m about to put a ring on it.” Bradley smiles back before continuing. “I knew that if I wanted to have a shot with you, I would need to tear down the walls I had spent so many years hiding behind. The idea of opening up to you was terrifying, but you made me want to do it so badly. I wanted to get to know you and I wanted you to know me too. You remained by my side, waiting patiently and encouraging me as I slowly learned how to open myself up again. You never pushed me or made me feel like my grief was a burden. You never made me feel bad about battling old ghosts, you even helped me conquer them.

I love you more than I thought a human being was capable of. When I’m without you, I feel lost. You’ve become the best part of my day. You let me lean on you when I’m having a rough time. You never judge my feelings and you always make sure I feel loved even when I don’t feel I deserve it. You make me stronger and happier. I never knew what living meant until I met you. All those years I spent floating through life and feeling bad have disappeared. I never want to know what it’s like to live without you now that I have you. I love you and our baby boy so much. I can’t wait to build this life with you.

“God, I fucking love you.” You cry softly and Bradley squeezes your hands that have been enveloped in his the entire time.

“It's time to exchange your rings.” Maverick prompts and Jake rises from his front-row seat with the tiny silk pillow that holds two silver bands. You each take the respective bands meant for the other.

Bradley holds your left hand delicately in his and as he slips the silver wedding band on your ring finger, he speaks. “I give you this ring as a symbol of my everlasting love for you. It's a promise that I will always love you no matter what separates us be it land, sea, or sky.” Once the ring is sitting snug on your finger he presses his lips to it.

You repeat the step with Bradley’s hand, bringing the band up to his finger and pronouncing, “With this ring, you will have a reminder close by that you are always in my heart. I love you and I am yours today and forever.”

“I know the two of you have been eager to get to this part, so we won’t make you wait any longer. It's my pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife. Bradley, you may now kiss your bride.”

“Thank god!” One of Bradley’s arms snakes around your waist while his free hand comes to caress your cheek. He kisses you with such force it would send you stumbling if it weren’t for his arm steadying you. You throw your hands around his neck, pulling his body flush against yours and kiss him back with just as much passion, cementing your love for your now husband.

You never want to pull away, but you do for the sake of getting enough air to keep you standing upright. Bradley’s lips brush against yours softly as he whispers. “I love you so much.”

Your hands find each other as you turn to face the crowd. A loud round of applause breaks out as you throw your clasped hands in the air as a symbol of unity. The two of you had been going around as a united team for a while now, but this solidifies it.

———

Your first dance with Bradley to The One by Elton John is straight out of a movie. The fairy lights twinkling above you illuminate Bradley’s soft brown eyes which capture yours in a loving gaze. A soft smile has found a permanent place on his face this evening and you have a matching one. The two of you waltz around the dance floor with your arms wrapped around his middle and his holding you tight around your waist.

When the chorus begins, Bradley gently brings your head to rest against his chest. Your ear presses against the soft fabric of his shirt just above his heart. The sound of his steady heartbeat mixes with the very fitting lyrics. Despite all the eyes on you, it still manages to feel like you and he are the only two people in the world as you dance together.

“When stars collide like you and I, no shadows block the sun. You're all I've ever needed. Oh, baby, you're the one.” Bradley sings just loud enough for you to hear and then presses a kiss to the top of your head, letting you know that the words are specifically for you. And they encapsulate your feelings just as well because Bradley is the only one you ever needed, him and now your baby boy.

As the song ends, you pull Bradley down for a lingering kiss, holding onto the collar of his shirt even as the music changes to a more fast pace song. Bradley hums happily against your lips and when he pulls away, he has a giddy smile on his face.

The rest of the night is spent dancing with your loved ones around the backyard. Laughter and off-key singing fills the air as people let loose. It’s no secret that the squad is one of the rowdiest bunches around and this night is a perfect opportunity to have some unforgettable fun. Food is devoured, bets are made on how long it will take Bob to bust out the old sprinkler dance move and shots are taken each time Bradley gets caught staring at you.

When it comes time to cut the cake, everyone watches intently as your hand covers Bradley’s and the two of you cut out the first slice together. You each take a fork full and feed it to the other, resulting in another round of applause from your guests. While Bradley is distracted savoring the spongy cake, you take the opportunity to gather frosting on your fingers and smear it across his face, making sure to get it into his mustache. Before he can do the same to you, you take his face in your hands and like a long stripe across the coarse hairs.

“Mmm,” you hum smugly.

“There are children here!” Bradley gasps, scandalized as if the action hadn’t turned him on a little bit. You cackle in response, but your amusement is cut short when Bradley scoops up a dollop of frosting and spreads it across your face. He licks the light purple frosting off your cheek before kissing you hard.

———

After giving a riveting performance of Baby One More Time at the request of Phoenix, you step away and take a moment to catch your breath. You watch from afar as your friends continue to have the time of their lives.

Jake and Coyote are taking I Wanna Dance With Somebody way too seriously, serenading Fanboy and Bradley who are singing back at them equally as loud. Payback twirls his wife around. Bob seems to have overindulged in the beer, an unusual occurrence because he’s all too confident he can hit the high notes of the song as he jumps around with Phoenix.

It’s impossible to stop the giggles coming from you as you watch the scene unfold. These big, strong, badass fighter pilots look silly dancing around with absolutely zero inhibitions. These idiots are your family and you couldn’t love them anymore. They are exactly the type of people you always wanted in your life. You stand for a few moments longer, simply soaking it all up.

Fanboy, the “DJ” of the night, announces through the speakers that there will be one last song, a slow one for all the couples. You almost can’t believe the night is already over. You feel like you could spend forever stuck in this moment. The joy, fun, love, it’s all so amazing. This night is only the beginning of the rest of your life with Bradley, but it’s been the best night ever.

At Last by Etta James plays. It’s one of Bradley’s favorite songs to dance with you to. You’ve spent many nights together swaying in a dimly lit kitchen while the record plays. You make your way back to the dance floor where you find your husband waiting for you with an outstretched hand.

Bradley’s arms find themselves wrapped around your waist again. There’s a slight chill in the air from the midnight summer wind, but being close to Bradley keeps you warm. Other couples join you on the makeshift dance floor. Your parents along with Mav and Penny. Payback and his wife join. Phoenix drags Jake to dance with her and even with all the alcohol he’s consumed he’s still coordinated enough to dance the way his mama taught him.

“I’m so happy,” you whisper into the air between you and Bradley.

“Me too,” he whispers back as he lets his forehead fall against yours. “I love you.” One hand falls to your belly. The warmth from his large hand radiates through the fabric of your dress.

You press your lips against his softly. “You don’t have to keep saying it. I believe you.”

“I’m going to say it every minute until the day I die. I’ll shout it from the sky. I’m going to make sure the whole world knows.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you shake your head playfully.

“And you still married me.”

“Is it too late to change my mind?”

“That plane took off hours ago.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I love you too.”

“Yes, it is. The best thing in the whole world.”

[greymoonfeelings]

reminder that this blog is 18+ ONLY. I immediately block anyone without an age in their bio or pinned post.

[greymoonfeelings]

Look What You Made Me Do

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Fem! reader

summary: teasing bradley doesn’t have its desired outcome

word count: 0.9k

warnings: thighfucking, orgasm denial?, cum play? and kinda mean dom bradley

listen babes I tried my best to tag this but idk what to tag most of it

•••

This night has not been going the way you wanted it to. If it was up to you, you would be tossing back your fifth shot and grinding against Bradley on the crowded dance floor right now. Instead, you’re squished into a booth between your boyfriend and Hangman, listening to the blonde brag to Coyote and Payback about the hot girl who just gave Jake her number.

Maybe you’re a little selfish for wanting Bradley all to yourself when this night is for Jake’s birthday, but who can blame you when Bradley is sitting there dressed like a daydream bathed in the neon lights of the club? You can’t help how attracted you are to your own boyfriend.

Fiddling with the straw of your mixed drink, an idea pops into your head. If you couldn’t get him alone, you were going to force him to make a move.

It starts off subtle, your hand squeezes Bradley’s thigh as you laugh overzealously at some joke Fanboy made. Your hand starts inching higher as your nail traces patterns. It tickles, but he thinks nothing of it, assuming you’re just doing it mindlessly. Then your hand travels towards the inside of his thigh and ghosts over the crotch of his jeans. His leg jumps and the corners of your mouth pull into a wicked smile. It’s clear to him then that you know exactly what you’re doing.

“We’re gonna get some more drinks.” Bradley announces. He pulls you up from the booth, bringing your body in front of him to shield the problem you created for him from the view of others. All your friends wave you off, too engrossed in a story being told by Phoenix to notice that both of your glasses are still full.

Your boyfriend leads the two of you toward the back of the club in the complete opposite direction of the bar. When you reach the bathroom, he pushes you inside and locks the door behind himself.

“Look what you did.” He grabs your hand, bringing it to cup his erection that strains against the denim of his blue jeans. You moan lowly at the feeling of his hard cock, imagining how good it would feel inside you right now, hitting all the right spots. You rub your thighs together, hoping for some relief. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“You’re gonna fix the problem you made before we go back in there.”

Bradley cages your body against the wooden door, leaving you no room to escape. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, pulling at the black spandex. He swiftly pulls himself out of his jeans before pulling down your panties just enough to slip his cock between the fabric.

“Spit,” Bradley commands as he takes your hand and holds it to your mouth.

Following his orders, you spit in your palm and watch as he wraps your hand around his cock. He uses your hand to pump his length, coating his cock in your saliva. He controls your movements like a puppet master, refusing to lighten up on his grip or let your hand move of its own volition.

Eventually, he releases your hand and replaces it with his own. He rubs his cock between your folds, smearing your wetness along his length. Precum leaks against your mound as his cockhead brushes against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

The slow drag of his cock through your folds is antagonizing, causing your hips to buck against his iron-clad grasp. Bradley squeezes your hip and sends you a warning glance. The darkness in his brown eyes sends a shiver down your spine. Your soft, loving boyfriend has been completely replaced by a domineering man who excites you even more.

He continues rubbing himself against you, grinding shamelessly. A banging sound erupts from the other side of the door. Someone yells out, but it's ignored by both of you. Bradley is too focused on the feeling of you soaking his cock and your whiny moans that are like music to his ears. He can tell you're frustrated by his lack of attention to your pleaing, but denying you just turns him on more. You sound so pathetic begging him to get inside of you.

A string of curse words flows freely from his parted lips as his tip catches on your entrance. The long vein that runs along the expanse of his neck pops out when his head tips back. It stands out against his tanned skin deliciously, begging you to sink your teeth into it. It increases your desire tenfold but your boyfriend isn’t giving you what you need.

You decide to take matters into your own hands. You move to wrap your hand around his cock and lower yourself onto it, but he’s quicker. He rips your hand away and pins it beside you.

“Not now,” he growls. He pulls his cock from between your thighs and starts pumping himself instead. His satisfied grunts echo around the small bathroom as he fists his cock harder. You watch with a frustrated pout as Bradley coats your mound in cum. Your lower lip wobbles, on the verge of tears when you think about the itch that would be left unscratched.

He watches intently as his cum drips onto your panties before pulling them back up with your leggings. He grinds his palm against your clothed pussy, feeling the warmth of his spend through the fabric. He gives you a satisfied smirk and pecks your pouty lips before pulling you back out into the crowded club.

[tgm-all4one]

On May 27, 2022, Top Gun: Maverick was released exclusively into theaters. Almost overnight, it became a cultural phenomenon with a fandom of individuals from all over the globe who loved the movie and its characters.

One of the fantastic things about the TG and TGM fandom is the diverse and innovative creators who have used these movies as inspiration for their art. Whether that be in the form of writing, fanart, GIFs, moodboards, edits, etc, we have all taken the same 4 hours and 1 minute of film to create unbelievably varied and original content. And that is what this challenge is about.

What is the "It's not the prompt. It's the creator." challenge?

The idea behind the "It's not the prompt. It's the creator." challenge is to show that even though we might all use similar tropes or AUs, or create GIFs of the same scenes, or use the same moodboard themes, it is our own personal creativity, innovation, and preferences that make our work unique.

So unlike other challenges, everyone will be using the exact same prompt. That's it. One prompt. And an unlimited amount of participants.

And yes, there will probably be art that is similar (either the tropes, themes, characters, etc), however the point is to show that even when two creators have similar independent ideas, their final creation is unique because they put their own original spin on it that only they could do.

What is the prompt?

To celebrate the one-year anniversary of Top Gun: Maverick being released, the prompt is:

"Last summer was one no one could ever forget. Now, a year later, character(s) still feel(s) the effects of that time."

Be as creative as you want and feel free to use any characters from Top Gun (1986) and/or Top Gun: Maverick (2022). Also, while the prompt says a year has passed, there is no set time your art has to be set. It can be pre-canon, post-canon, during-canon, and AU setting, etc. Whatever inspires you!

What is allowed?

Whatever you want. It can be SFW, NSFW, slash, reader insert, OC, no relationship, poly, AU, fluff, smut, angst, whump, etc.

You can also use whatever your preferred medium is to fill the prompt. Writing, artworks, GIF sets, edits, moodboards, playlists, Pinterest boards, etc. Or think out of the box and build a scene out of Legos, make a stop-motion video, draw a flipbook. Whatever inspires you and your creativity! If you created it, it counts.

And there are no minimums or maximums limits for words, time, number of GIFs, etc. Just however much or little you want to share, even if it is still a WIP.

There are only three requirements:

TAG YOUR WORK APPROPRIATELY so others can filter out what they might not be comfortable with. Each post will be checked before being reblogged, however, mistakes can be made so please tag them correctly.

You must be 18+ to participate. Due to the freedom of the event and the fact NSFW content is allowed, only those 18 or older may participate. And if your blog does not have any age indicated on it (18+, 20s, over 21, 35, etc.), your post will not be reblogged. I am very sorry to any minors hoping to participate at this time.

No AI resources can be used as part of a submission. While AI can create cool works of art, they aren't your works of art. As that is the point of this challenge, it will not be permitted.

When does the event take place?

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[greymoonfeelings]

Let Me

pairing: rhett abbott x gn! reader

word count: 650

warnings: porn w/o plot, handjob, sub! rhett

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Rhett leans his forearm on the wall behind you, bracing himself as he cages you against the beige tile of the shower. Your hands delicately trace up his sides attempting to comfort him. Under the stream of warm water and your gentle touch, the tension he’s been harboring in his body washes down the drain like a string of suds.

Your hand finds Rhett’s resting by his side. You intertwine your pruning fingers and trace the pad of your thumb over his bruised knuckles. Every drop of water trails down his body like some kind of maze. It’s entrancing and so are the sighs of content spilling past Rhett’s lips.

Rhett’s eyes are half closed from the bliss of the steam filling the room but you still manage to catch his gaze. His baby blues have gone dark, clouded by desire. You press sweet kisses along his sternum, stopping every few inches to suck a dark red mark that stands out against his pale skin.

“Can I take care of you, baby?” Your voice is like velvet, soft and kind. Rhett could listen to you talk all day, but right now all he wants is your touch. He nods in response to your question, too breathless to speak.

A deep groan escapes Rhett’s throat as your hand trails down his front. His cock stirs against your palm, twitching in anticipation. His heavy balls come to rest against your thigh as you nudge it up between his legs.

“You’ve been working too hard lately taking care of everyone else, now let me take care of you.”

Wrapping your lips around one of Rhett’s nipples, you switch between sucking on the bud and flicking it with your rigid tongue. Rhett shutters above you as you lavish the peak. Your mouth works in tandem with the flick of your wrist to bring him pleasure.

After being with Rhett for so long, you know exactly how to work him. He usually likes it fast and hard. It’s an act reserved for when he needs a quick way to get off before a rodeo or during a lunch break. Right now though, you know he needs you to be gentle. He doesn’t just need to get off but needs to be taken care of. The praises being mumbled against his toned chest let him know that he is loved.

“Does that feel good, sweet boy?” With each languid stroke, Rhett becomes more vocal. His whimpers echo throughout the bathroom as you jerk him off.

“*Mmhm*” He agrees. “Feels so good,” he moans as you squeeze his cock. Your thigh rubs up between his parted legs, kneading his tender balls.

“You’re doing so good for me.” You press another kiss to his chest. “I love you so much, Rhett.”

“I-*fuck*! I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” The movements of your hand speed up. Rhett’s hips jolt forward as he chases his high.

His eyes clamp shut, brows knit together as his face contorts in bliss. With another tug, Rhett blows his load all over your stomach.

His rough voice thins as he chants, “Thank you, thank you, thank you” into the skin of your neck as more cum spurts from his flushed tip.

Continuing to milk him for all he’s worth, you only let up when he starts squirming in your grasp. Rhett’s forehead falls against your shoulder as he all but collapses against you. His broad shoulders sag as he molds his body against yours.

You can’t help but think that Rhett seems so small like this, so vulnerable with his much larger frame hunched over yours. It warms your heart that he trusts you so much to let his guard down. All you want to do is take care of him the way he deserves and with each day that passes, he becomes more willing to let you shoulder some of his burdens.