Rope Tricks
Tucker x Freelancer Reader
Thank god for this request! Hope you like it!
You were underneath a mongoose trying so hard to block out Grif’s complaining, and the occasional shotgun going off from Sarge in response. Good ole Red Team. Why did Wash take Blue team instead of you? Sure you lost to him, since you two spared for it, but that was Caboose’s fault for it!
You silently cursed the damn Mantis, or Freckles as what Caboose names it. Now here you here living in the Red base, dealing with their complaining, their dysfunctional lifestyle. It drove you up the wall sometimes.
Now the only good thing on this team was Donut. You could handle his perkiness, and way to cheerful mood almost every day. He understood you. He helped you when you were about to literally murder them all. He also taught you a few tricks, when you had the spare time to relax by yourselves somewhere off in the canyon. One trick was how to rope, and it was pretty useful to you. Sure at first it was one pain in the ass, just like everybody else here, but practice made perfect.
Over a couple months you were just as good as Donut. He grew up on a ranch, so he knew a little bit more than you did about this country stuff anyway. Now besides Red team being a problem, there was another problem living in the canyon as well. It’s aqua, dirty minded, and constantly hinting that he wants to get in your pants. You paused your work to think of what his name was for a second. Lavernius Tucker. Right that’s what his name was.
You slipped out from under the mongoose to stretch out, since being stuck working on a vehicle for two hours make somebody cramp up. Just when you bent down to gather your tools, that were scattered all over, you heard a voice call from across the canyon. ‘Oh shit!’. You thought to yourself as it was Tucker’s voice that called out to you from Blue base. All you had to do was book it into Red base, and Tucker wouldn’t have time to flirt with you. It sounded like a great plan to you so far.
You just started to bolt from the mongoose to the base, when you heard his voice closer now. He seemed to be running, or jogging since he was getting closer to you every second. If only your armor had cloaking. You could have escaped from his sight a long time ago and not mind it one bit.
“(Y/N)…(Y/N).. (Y/N)!!!!!” Tucker practically screamed as he saw you run towards the base. He picked up speed to catch up to you, or cut you off. Whatever worked without him getting hurt would have to do for now.
‘God what did we want now?!?’. You thought to yourself as your foot had barely touched the doorstep of red base. So close to escaping the great ‘Doctor Fuck’. With a tired long sigh, you turned toward the Aqua soldier who was a foot away from you. Might as well entertain yourself with literally beating the shit out of Tucker, just like you always do every Friday.
“What is it this time Tucker?” You cast him such a dead unamused look that couldn’t help but make him grin a bit. Jesus why did his eyes always…Sparkle like there were stars in them.. You shook the thought from your head silently asking yourself why you would think that I’m the first place.
Maybe it was because Tucker was the best good looking soldier on blue team and in the can-. Jesus did it kill you not think about him in a positive way just for a second?! You looked over you shoulder looking for a one last sliver of hope for escape before Tucker was in front of you. You silently thanked yourself that you were all wearing armor, and the helmets so you couldn’t see his eyes or his wolfish grin.
“With the view you just gave me back there, of you bending down. I couldn’t help, but come over.” You rolled your eyes at him. What did you see in this guy? Maybe it was his looks or the way you and him would talk real late at night, as you both would sit on the blue base gazing up at the star soaked sky. Overall you just completely liked him of all people in this entire canyon, and it was Tucker you liked. He got on your nerves a lot, but that was always an act.
Granted you wanted him gone, the heat was boiling you to death. Now he was checking your ass out? Course he was always checking you out, what was new, but you didn’t mind it at all. You had blocked out all his sexual innuendos and where just taking his whole presence in as usual. You grew bored at staring at him, as ideas popped in your head to make the sexual jokes stop.
You had a sly smirk on your face, as Tucker kept flirting with you. Little did he know that you weren’t paying attention to him at all. You broke through his flirting, having a hand on his chest plate which sent another wolfish grin on his face. “Wash needs to talk to you real quick. Something about him finding out about you’re recent hiding spots during training.”
As Tucker ran away as fast as his legs could carry him. You walked into the red base, and in your room. You grabbed your rope that hung from a peg on your wall. You’re plan was to hide until Tucker showed back up to your base. Once he found you were gone, and his back was to you. You’d rope him and tie him down so he wouldn’t try to escape you.
You hid inside a warthog, lying flat on your back to stay well hidden from any peeping eyes as Tucker soon came back to red base. Course he was a wheezing, complaining mess already since he sprinted like something was chasing him. Once he noticed you were gone and he called out your name several times, you sprang out of the warthog quickly; not really caring if you made a lot of noise or not. You just wanted to get him tied up. You swung the loop of the rope over your head twice before tossing the loop at him.
Once the rope fell around his arms, and chest you pulled the rope back making it tighten around him, then yanked harder once more causing Tucker to fall flat on his back and his helmet to fall off of his head, and roll to the side out of his reach. It gave you the opportunity to drag him all the way to you, as you tied the other end of the rope tight to the warthog making sure he couldn’t get free. You took a step back to admire how he looked tied up. He looked so vulnerable with wide dark brown eyes staring up at you. Gone was his wolfish grin, but it was replaced with a slight curious look on his dark face.
If he’s tied up might as well have some fun right? Without hesitating, before your adrenaline wore off to leave you an awkward mess, you sat right on his lap. Your fingers brushed against his jaw line, sending tiny tingles down Tucker’s spine. Surprisingly enough you didn’t know who leaned, but soon both of your lips were crashing together. All the tenderness was gone was both of your hands raked through his hair roughly, nails scraping against his scalp, leaving Tucker a shivering mess already.
The kiss was mostly all teeth, but it was still a kiss. Tucker hooked his legs around you to bring you closer as your hands gripped his hair tight in your fingers. The wolfish grin appeared back on his face as you both pulled away for air, which made his dark brown eyes twinkle again like they had stars captured in their dark depths. Sure it was a lustful twinkle, but God did it make him more attractive.
“Bring the rope for later.” Tucker muttered, as he leant down to attack your neck and throat with small rough kisses now leaving you a shivering mess under his own touch. Sure enough the rope would come in handy later on in his room when the Reds were away giving you both “time to play.”
Thank God for Franklin Delano Donut teaching you rope tricks.