Hicks whose girlfriend calls him Teddy and always makes sure to dress his letters to 'Teddy Hicks' and it drives the guys up a wall not knowing who's calling hicks Teddy. They all start placing bets on who it is that gets to call him teddy.
When they graduate from basic they finally get to meet her and no one's surprised she gets to call him whatever she wants because that man is smitten.
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Summary: when the brass get suspicions, things go horribly wrong
Warnings: angst without a happy ending, sir kink, unprotected sex, edging, fingering, bondage.
“Bob!” His name pushed through your throat without warning as his fingers plunged into your wet hole, desperation in every movement. A slap to your cheek brought you back to where you were, his blue eyes staring at you.
“What did you say?”
“I’m sorry Sir. I’m sorry!” His free hand gripped your jaw, holding you steady as he continued finger fucking you while you mewled under his ministrations. He knew every single way to keep you on edge and used them to his advantage. You bucked against him wildly desperate for everything he would give. Your hands were bound to the bed frame, nerves on fire from where he’d bitten marks into your body from the moment he’d gotten you into his home.
“Please Sir I need you. Please.” It was desperation that sent him over the edge, withdrawing his fingers and spreading your wetness over your lips. You lapped at his fingers, sucking when he pushed them through your lips. When you concentrated on that you didn’t notice until he pushed into you, filling you entirely.
“Such a good girl for me, taking me so well. I’m so proud of you.” He pulled his hand away from your lips, instead one grabbing your hair as the other held your face still, staring into your eyes. Those words you were still too worried to say were on your lips but you swallowed them, staring up into his eyes. It was everything you didn’t know you needed as he thrust in, desperation between the two of you.
“Sir please. I’m so close. So close.”
“Cum for me, kitten.” The permission was all you needed to wrap your legs around him and pull him close, throwing your head back with a silent scream. He wasn’t far behind you as his head collapsed into your chest, pushing sweet kisses to your throat and collarbone.
When he recovered he pulled out, undoing your cuffs and massaging the redness the leather had left.
“You ok?”
“I’m fine, Bobby. I could probably do with a shower though.”
“C’mon. It nearly sounds strange you using my first name. But I like it.” He helped you off the bed, getting into the shower with you and washing your hair out. Once it was dry you got ready to dress and leave, but instead of letting you stand he pulled you back to the bed.
“Stay tonight. Please?” You usually saw him as the independent man who didn’t need anything or anyone, but he let you see his soft side when it was just the two of you.
“Sure.” It didn’t take anything to twist your arm, settling into the bed with his arms around you as you slept. But as you slept if you’d known what this would cause you never would have stayed over.
Getting changed in the locker room the next day Chris made a comment about a scratch mark on your back. Your blush made it clear it was from sex but she was good enough to not make comments when the guys were around. Instead you went about your business, things as calm as they could be in swat.
“Did you hear?” You turned to look at Tan. “Apparently there’s relationships in swat against the rules. They’ve asked Hicks to confirm there isn’t any.”
“Like what? Teammates?” You asked, a shake of his head.
“Apparently subordinates and managers. I heard a rumour it’s in the civilian pool but who knows.”
You suppressed the shiver that was running down your spine, shaking your head. The gossip ran around you but you just focused on packing your bag and heading out, throwing it on the back seat of your car and going home.
How could you have been stupid enough to decide sleeping with your commander was a good idea? Your boss’s boss. Excellent plan.
The door closed behind you and you put your bag down, side arm going into the safe in the closet as you drew up a pro con list. Childish? Yes. But it helped you come up with how you were thinking. Swat was everything. It had been your goal since joining the academy, you’d wanted to be a swat officer. But what you had with Bobby…you’d always sworn you’d never be the person who would give up your career for a man. But he might be worth it.
It was a discussion the two of you would have to have in private, away from HQ and from prying eyes. But getting into the locker room made you more certain that you could have that conversation and get the knots out of what was a good relationship. It wasn’t just sex. It was more than that.
“Hicks is on the warpath, you are warned.” Tan popped his head around his locker to look at you, making you frown.
“What’s going on?”
“He’s doing individual interviews with everyone about the relationship stuff. The brass are worried that anyone in a relationship with a superior is being forced into it, so he’s asking everyone directly.”
“Two of our team are married, one may as well be, and the others are single. Why are we involved?”
He shrugged. “Protocol?”
You could hear Bobby’s annoyance from down the hall as he called people in. All too soon it was your name, and you shrugged before going in.
“Commander.”
“Officer.”
“Do they know about us?” He was surprised that you spoke so clearly, but shook his head.
“Not that it’s us. It’s rumours and innuendo and I don’t want it getting in the way of anything.”
You frowned, taking a seat opposite him and settling into the plush leather. Memories of the last time youd been on the couch filled you as you waited for him to speak.
“The rules are clear, no chain of command relationships. So you have to decide what you want.” You stared at Bob, his knuckles tight as his fists rested against his desk. Him or swat. Your head was screaming for you to choose him, your heart too. It felt easy to make.
But he said you had to make the decision. He’d already chosen swat over you. He’d made his choice, and you were second place. And that wasn’t something you could do to yourself.
“I pick swat. I’ll see you later, Sir.” You turned and walked away, biting the inside of your cheek to keep your emotions off your face. You’d almost made it to the door when he spoke.
“Kitten?” The nickname made you want to break but you blinked rapidly, desperate to get rid of the tears.
“It’s just officer, Commander. That’s all.”
Your mind was troubled for the rest of the day but fortunately 20 squad wasn’t called out. It was training, boxing against the pads in Luca’s hands and Chris spotting you as you lifted weights. But finally your shift was over and you could go home.
“You ok?” Deacon stopped you before you went home that night. “You haven’t been ok all evening. Bad news?”
You swallowed and pasted a false smile on your face, nodding.
“Yeah. My boyfriend and I ended things, it just hurts. But the breakup is the right decision in the end. We wouldn’t have worked out.” You started leaving the room, Deacon following you.
“I’m sorry. Do you want to come over for dinner? Annie’s cooking, and mario kart with the kids could be what you need.” Your smile was real at that but you shook your head.
“I’m ok. I want to go home, get takeout, and relax. Maybe tomorrow depending on how I’m feeling? When I’m heartbroken I’m not very good company.” You turned the corner and saw Bobby - Hicks - standing there, slightly shellshocked.
“I get it. You’re always welcome. And you’ll find someone better than him in the future, isn’t that right Commander?” You could have laughed at the shock on your ex’s face but instead you kept your face straight.
“Any of you deserve to be happy, that’s definite. See you tomorrow.”
You went outside, Deacon wrapping his arms around you in a quick hug. You waved goodbye and got into your car, putting it into drive and pulling out. But as you checked your mirrors you could see Hicks in your rear view mirror, standing in the entrance stonefaced as you drove away.
A/N: Tagging this with irrelevant tags, ie, people I write for and just to get it across, you don't like that? Block me
Summary: After Hicks abandons the mission, you run back in to save everyone, what happens when you come across a human enemy and Ripley is forced to watch with Newt.
MASTERLIST
Come Back To Me
You were both in the tank, listening to the comms and watch Apone's team and monitoring their heartbeats. Newt was sat in her seat after Ripley told her to sit down after seeing the team had entered the aliens feeding and cocoon bay.
By the screens in the tank, you had your hands on the table and were listening into Gormans headset while Burke was behind you. Ripley was standing close to you. It was a habit of yours to stand close to Ripley ever since 1979 and she was grateful. She knew how protective and silently defensive over her and she saw your instincts kicking in when her and Hicks would have a conversation. Ripley had always been attracted to you and your attraction to her was evident when you had 'hooked up' with each other just before the attack of the first alien. You had both agreed it was a one-time thing but you'd both know when you were jealous over the other.
Hicks hadn't taking a liking to you either, he knew the strength you had and your rank in Weyland Yutani, but he saw how close you were to Ellen and he decided to give her his name, resulting in her giving hers back. After that you sulked in the corner seat reading one of Hudsons magazines. Why did she feel uncomfortable giving you the permission to call her by her first name but she let him call her by it. You hadn't properly speak to Ripley for a few hours and she felt lonely and insecure without you around her. But she felt safer when your side was next to hers.
All of a sudden, the comms broke off and they were being attacked by a familiar enemy around them. You gave Ripley a familiar nudge on her arm and ran to load yourself with weapons as she grabbed Gormans collar yelling, "Do something!". She pushed him away before securing Newt in her seat while starting the engine of the tank and speeding off. You had put on overalls with tons if ammo and guns. As soon as you arrived at the drop off point you ran to the doors but halted as you felt a strong hand on your arm.
Ripley was looking up into your eyes with the most pleading and worried sick look in her eyes and she whispered loud enough for you, "Come back to me". You turned towards her and tilted your head to kiss her cheek, something you always did to only slightly settle her nerves. Her eyes hut for a second when yiur lips touched her cheek. And when she opened then she saw your heroic figure running off into the fire. As soon as she saw you gone she rank back to the cameras. She searched every camera for your voice or face and when she looked at Vasquez's camera she saw you pulling up Hudson along with Drake. You passed along fire weapons to the surviving members of the team.
Back at the camp, several team members had returned but injured and when Ripley and Newt looked around they couldn't find you anywhere. Moments after Ripley had screamed and shouted at Hicks for leaving you behind, until Hudson pointed you out, hand to hand fighting a human. She ran over to the cameras and saw the mysterious figure beating you to the point of exhaustion. You were barely standing, but still tried to fight on wobbly knees until he kicked the top of your thigh, making you collapse on one knees. You used you gun to aim but missed when he jabbed your jaw. As soon as you got up you used your gun but he pushed his hand onto your arm, making it aim at the ceiling breaking the rubble. As soon as your hand was above your head he punched the middle of your chest sending you backwards into the wall. You moved forward and pushed his face but you had to remove your hand and place it against the wall to brace yourself. His fingers were digging into your chest as if in attempt to rip out your heart, just as the mouth of an alien would do. Half his hand was spread across your face twisting your head to the side causing you to yell out in anger and pain.
Ripley was watching on the camera and nearly about to cry. She knew you were at breaking point when she saw you brace yourself against the wall. It made her upset as she had never seen you so weak. But her hopes were raised when you drew a knife from your side and stabbed him before twisting it in his injury making him back away and giving you time to run.
Hicks had tried to stop her from running out to help you but Newt bit his hand and waited for Ripley to get back with you. Ellen didn't even recognise your face, you were covered in blood and sweat and clutching your leg. She ran towards you and put your arm around her shoulders and wrapped her other arm around your waist. Her eyes darted from the plane landing and your droopy eyes. She helped you get up the ramp where Newt met you both and desperately tried to hold your waist. Gorman took you from Ripleys care and helped you lay on a bed while Bishop dealt with the bleeding wounds. Ripley bent down to the crying Newt. Ripley had a little breakdown herself into Newts shoulder but she was quickly comforted by Newt kissing her temple, something Ripley always did with Newt.
They had to strap themselves in but within a few minutes they could walk around the ship again. Ripley walked over to you and sat down beside you stroking your hand that wasn't injured. As soon as you woke you tilted your head to see her. She sat up a little straighter and had a small smile on her face which you returned.
"You came back Y/n", you knew she only called you that in front of strangers when she'd been affected and you knew how much she'd feared. "Always", you replied. She bent down and kissed your head before stroking your hair away from your eyes. Then for the first time in a long time she genuinely smiled at you. You Both knew it would be the start of something beautiful.
NOTE - this is like a big headcanon about something that won't leave my mind lately.
He had a faint smile at the corner of his lips, his eyes sweeping over the curves of your body sprawled across the bed. The thin white silk sheet beneath you created a contrast with your bronzed skin, illuminated by the moonlight. His hand trembled slightly as he watched you position yourself in front of him, your left leg bent and resting on the bed while the right remained extended, giving the camera lens easy access to your panties made of such cheap material that they were almost transparent with the flash. One of your hands rested on top of your stomach, the other hiding part of your lazy smile.
It was a sight blessed by the heavens. Hicks could feel the blood rushing to his cock, his erection hardening with every gentle touch of the breeze coming in through the window. You were so beautiful. So spontaneous, posing for him naturally and still being the sexiest woman his cynical eyes had ever seen. His tongue settled between his teeth as he lifted the camera to his face and focused on the image before him; his heart was beating fast, excitement pushing him to the brink of insanity.
The activity was not uncommon for the couple. Hicks was — unexpectedly — a big fan of photography, and after you gifted him a Polaroid camera on his birthday, he became obsessed with making you his muse. There was not a single identical photo among all the ones he had taken — simple, quick, discreet, hidden shots, all with different poses and angles, but with you as the center. Taken right after you woke up, after your shower, while you brushed your hair, eating dinner, tasting a dessert, smiling at him, crying after a sad movie, and the most special ones; you in your bed, new and old lingerie, provocative photos.
Hicks insisted on telling you that you had something within you that only stars have, that your face and body could earn places in museums. Something about how magnetic your presence is. How the camera simply seems to scream your name, begging for attention, just like he does. Poor boy, hopelessly hypnotized by you. Lost in every curve of your body — finding himself in every imperfection and searching for every detail of your skin like a treasure map.
— Open your legs a little more for me, love.
The radio played at a low volume just behind him on the bedside table. His head followed the rhythm slightly without leaving position. You analyzed the boy. Your eyes traveled over his pale body, lust overflowing in his blood. You moistened your lips, feeling a wave of heat invade your stomach, a soft and almost unreal discomfort forming deep in your uterus. Your mouth opened involuntarily — almost like an instinct — salivating for the touch of his firm hands. A strong flash blinded you for a moment, your mind losing focus for seconds as your eyes adjusted again to the room’s low, yellowish light. He smiled.
— God, you’re so beautiful. — His voice was low, reverent, and pathetically attractive.
Hicks adored you the way the Greeks adored Aphrodite. The reverence in his gaze was sweet and fearful. Your presence was a gift sent by the gods to him, and especially to him. It was as if he wanted to drink your blood until your bodies became just one. And yet, you held all the power over him; every drop of desire in his body belonged to you, and it was you who could decide whether he would have the pleasure of satisfying you or not. In a way, he was submissive to your will — and your will was to make him dominate you, take your body as his own, and satisfy every depraved thought he had ever had. You pointed a finger toward him and called him, lifting your head gently just enough for you to see his face clearly. He obeyed, quickly crawling to your cold body on the bed, climbing over you.
— Can I take one of you? — you asked. Your voice sounded like honey and cinnamon, sweet like the song of a siren pulling him to the bottom of the sea. He nodded.
— Of course. How do you want me?
— Lying down.
The room seemed increasingly flooded by the heat radiating from your bodies. You didn’t talk much; everything that needed to be said was practically spoken through looks. Communication was silent and calm — you simply understood each other. Hicks moved off your body just enough for you to slip out from under him; he lay in your place, easily settling his head on the soft pillow. You smiled as you positioned yourself above him, your legs around his waist, your ass resting on his thighs. Your fingers traced his neck delicately, your nails carefully scratching his chin. He stared at you with eyes full of love, his mouth open, anxiously waiting for your fingers. You held his face more firmly, turning it slightly to the left, taking the photo with one of your fingers still pressed against his rosy lip. His red skin marked by your bites — fruits of the kisses before the photos. His chest still bearing marks of your red lipstick. He was a mess, just like you, and it was beautiful.
