#badger x reader

[slamminslamminmcgill]

hiiii im high and thinking abt intox sex w/ them

i just imagine y’all are like. at jesse’s place smoking a bowl talking about dicks. yk doing bro shit

and you and jesse compare packers/straps (you are t4t) and badger’s like “WHY DO YOU GUYS HAVE SO MANY DICKS”

and then it gets gay from there idk im high

def new fic idea :3

[grudgecollector]

so dearly | brandon mayhew

Pairing: Brandon “Badger” Mayhew / Reader

Summary: There was no place you felt safer than in his arms. 

Words: 760

Tags/Warnings: this is so fluffy I literally will throw up, SO SO SO SO SELF INDULGENT LIKE LMAO? can you tell :), very implied smut. 

A/N: this man has me in a fucking CHOKEHOLD! I’m so in love with him.

Anyway I was totally NOT intending for this to turn into what it did, I just wanted to ramble about how amazing I think his hugs are and then it turned into... well.. this. Enjoy :)

also it is so hard to find a good gif of him. Pain......

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You were sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for the popcorn you were making to finish popping in the humming microwave. The loud bursting sound of kernels bursting open and being coated with the butter that coated the walls of the bag. 

The front door opened followed by the sound of jingling keys. You watched from where you sat as Brandon took his beanie off, shaking his head to get any remaining droplets of water from the sudden rain out of his hair. His shoes were discarded with a thump beside the door.

“Jesus, like fuckin’ cats and dogs or whatever out there.” He says followed by a sigh.

His keys continuously jingled in his hand when he straightened back up and spun them on his index finger. He padded over to the entrance of the kitchen, dropping his keys on the breakfast bar. 

“Hey, baby.” Brandon greeted sweetly, a soft smile playing on his lips as you dropped down from your seat on the counter. 

His arms wrap completely around you, swallowing you whole in the jacket he was wearing. His cheek rests on top of your head while rocking back and forth where your feet lift a little off the ground. But not in a way that’s whipped you around, more like a comforting sway that makes you feel so loved in his embrace. 

He smells faintly of cigarettes and cheap cologne he probably bought from walmart. 

But it was so unbelievably and undeniably him. The warmth and passion radiates from his very being as he brings you closer and cups your cheek, bringing you in for a searingly passionate kiss, his lips soft and welcoming as they move against yours, making it feel as if the time was slowing down as he brought you impossibly closer with a gentle pull of your jaw. 

One of his arms is still fully wrapped around your middle, still rocking the both of you in a gentle sway, his other hand slowly making its way to the back of your neck as the kiss deepens, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. 

It was almost impossible to describe how much love you felt for him, the closest thing you could even think of was one simple word. Ecstasy.

“I love you.” He whispered so quietly against your lips once you separated. 

It was hard to hear him over the rushing sound and heart thumps in your ears. Your eyes fluttered open only to be met with the beautiful grin of the man you found yourself so unbelievably infatuated with. His blue eyes practically sparkled as they looked into yours. 

“So much.” He brought you back in, his kiss a bit more searing this time. 

The microwave beeps for maybe the third time, but it fell on deaf ears as you melted against him. 

You feel his arm unlock from its hold around your waist, dropping down to your hand just as he pulls away from your lips. He walks backwards and pulls you towards the living room, a soft grin on his face before he turns around and guides you towards the couch. 

Once there he turns back towards you and brings you in for another kiss, helping you sink slowly down to the couch until you're laying with your head against the cushion, and he’s settling between your legs. His hand comes up to take hold of the back of your neck, his thumb pushing gently against your jaw and tilting your head upwards as he trails his lips from yours to your neck. 

“Fuck.” You whisper quietly when you feel him bite down just a little, surely trying to leave a few marks for him to marvel at later. 

His hands were so gentle against your body as one trailed from your neck, down your chest, and stayed perched at the dip of your waist just above your hip. His other hand gripped onto your thigh, guiding your leg to bend and press against his own hip. 

His hips ground just barely against your other thigh, allowing you to feel his erection that strained against the zipper of his pants. A whisper of a moan came from his lips at the miniscule amount of friction, his forehead pressing against your neck before lifting his head and looking at you. 

“Brandon.” Your fingers bury themselves in his hair, bringing him in for a swift kiss and whispering “Please.” against his lips.  

“I got you baby.” Brandon reassures you, cupping your cheek and bringing his lips up to kiss your forehead. 

[noellawrites]

Imagine Meeting Badger & Being Perfect for Each Other

warning: minor drug use

"Jesse, I'm pretty sure your friend ditched me," you told your friend over the phone.

You were sitting at the Route 66 Diner for your blind date that Jesse had set you up on, waiting for his mystery friend who happened to already be twenty minutes late.

"I promise, he's a solid guy. He'll be there, (y/n). I bet he's just caught up in traffic," Jesse said, then hung up on you.

You sat alone in the booth, the waitress returning to give you a refill on your water.

"I'm still waiting," you explained, feeling embarrassed.

"No rush, sweetie," the waitress said, sympathetically.

You scanned the menu and admired all the vintage memorabilia and decor until finally you noticed a tall, scruffy-looking guy run in and look directly at you.

"You're (y/n)? Man, you're like, really hot," he laughed nervously.

"And you must be Badger. It's nice to meet you," you said, as he sat down. His dirty clothes and stained hat were a stark contrast to the clean and uncluttered interior of the restaurant.

You had dressed up a bit, spending some extra time on your hair and makeup.

"Sorry I'm late, I had to meet my guy. You know how that goes, bro," he laughed, and looked at your clueless expression.

"Well, maybe you don't. Anyways, I'm sorry. I wanna make it up to you, if you want."

"What did you have in mind?" you asked, your curiosity getting the better of itself.

-

"Damn, this is some good weed," you exhaled, passing Badger the blunt he had rolled.

You were now back at his friend's place, yet you had no idea where his friend was. You were sitting on Badger’s lap in a recliner, head lying on his torso.

"I wanna read your Star Trek manuscript sometime, maybe I could help you proofread it," you offered, looking up at him.

"Really? That would be sick, bro! Maybe you could help me with chapter five, I'm stuck on a scene where Scotty accidentally shrinks Chekhov and loses him onboard," Badger exclaimed.

"Yeah, of course. Maybe you could help me gather some rocks and paint them for my rock garden," you suggested as Badger passed you the blunt.

"Yeah, man! I'm glad Jesse set us up, I think we're a great couple," he grinned, holding you closer to his chest in a comforting way.

You never did change out of your dress clothes.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

yOur fics are my bread and butter

idk if ur requests are open but ill leave this here cz i am starveing for Badger content

Could u do anything NSFW Badger x ftm reader please 😭

i gotchuuu mwah mwah

anatomical terms: pussy, chest/boobs

i'd imagine he's at least somewhat familiar with trans guys bc he's known jesse for so long, but he's still clueless in some aspects.

you guys are chilling on the couch when you come out to him. he's cool and it seems like he gets it, so that's a weight off your shoulders. but he manages to fumble it with his next sentence.

"so like... that means you have a pussy, right?"

you snort and laugh at the absurdity of his question. meanwhile he gets all flustered and his face turns bright red because oh no, was that too much? was he not supposed to ask that? oh shit, you probably think he's a weirdo now.

but you don't. in fact, you think he's cute.

you smirk and lean over to caress his face. "wanna see for yourself?"

his jaw drops; he swallows whatever words he was going to choke out and just nods.

you get up from the couch, take your pants off, and crawl into his lap. he's staring. his dick is hard and it's poking your ass. he can't help it. from the moment you said anything about it, it's all he could imagine. you grab his wrist and bring it up to you, and once he touches it you swear you can see his brain completely bluescreen.

you stroke his cheek and make him look up at you, "does that answer your question?"

again, he nods, and now his eyes trail down to your chest. that's the next thing, isn't it? that's what's left to find out? he's sweating bullets and trying to think of the best way to phrase this.

"so, uh... did you... did you get the chop? y'know, like, " he gulps and points a shaky finger at your chest. "there?"

again, you just grab his other hand, guide it under your shirt, and let him find out for himself. depending on what you've had done, he's either palming your flat chest or squeezing one of your boobs. in any case, he's in heaven.

oh btw he's packing jsyk 😌

i see him as a service top, personally. i don't think he's the type to be really aggressive or rough with you. he's more of a gentle giant and he touches you like he's scared he's gonna break you.

lots of praise mixed with average white boy things like "dude", "bro", "holy shit, man"

ride him. do it. by FAR his favorite position. he loves watching you take what you want; loves the way you look down at him; loves grabbing your ass or your hips and fucking up into you, he just loves it 🥺🥺🥺

intox is a given. if you two are having a smoke sesh, it will probably end with you two jerking each other off.