#thatcher x reader

[adrianvokov]

headers thatcherlyra like

[ghostiex0]

Could i request some Thatcher x reader where they're at a bar with the rest of the SAS and Reader asks thatcher to join them in the bathroom where it wnds with thatcher bending the reader over the sink counter and fucking them?

Mike Thatcher x reader smut

First post in a good while lol. Old man Thatchers character is kinda hard, but enjoy! Gender Neutral reader

Warnings: N//SFW below, semi-public sex, no protection (he pulls out). Readers cocky.

“-then the bastard tried to act all smug, the hell else was I supposed to do?” Mike was quick to defend himself.

James had gotten on his case about the reputation he now had in pubs around the area after apparently laying into some ‘bastards’. Hearing about the throw of the pool ball made you cringe. From Mike’s story, it did sound like they deserved it at least. “Could’ve called me up!” Light laughter followed James’s comment. “I don’t blame ya, just think it’s funny.” Maybe he realized how he was getting the older man a little too riled up, backpedaling on his previous statement.

Mike took another swig of his drink, not bothering to give a response. Under the protection of the bar table, your hand slid over to his thigh. His eyes looked down at your hand, then flickered to your face. You had to bite back a little mischievous smile. He let you off the hook for a good few minutes, conversation carrying on around the table. You yourself falling victim to a few bad jokes here and there. After those few minutes though, Mike shifted in his seat, his eyes no longer looking at yours but his body language told you he was all too aware of your hand placement. You wondered if the stiffness in his body was still from his annoyance, or now from how your thumb gently rubbed against his thigh, slightly gravitating towards his crotch.

Your wrist was quickly snatched in his large hand, the tightness not enough to hurt, but enough to tell you to cut it out. Sadly, it only amused you further. His eyes turned to glare at you when even while he gripped your wrist beneath the bar, your fingers angled downwards to rub as much of his thigh as you could reach. It seemed to be enough to set him off.

“We’ll be right back.” Mike announced, suddenly standing up from his stool at the bar, his co-workers seeming stunned at the sudden movement. You didn’t blame them, not as he pulled you out of your seat as well, your heart racing in your chest, your feet barely keeping up as he brought you to the bathroom.

“That was sure bol-“ “Shut it.” The older man cut you off, pushing you into the one person restroom, quickly locking the door behind you both. “You think touching me like that back wouldn’t have any repercussions?” His voice almost as heavy as his steps as he approached you, making you walk backwards until you hit the cold surface of the sink. Your hands grasped behind you, the chill stinging against your hot palms.

Mike was always so easy to rile up. Lightable temper and years of pent up sexual frustration, a perfect target for your needs.

“You even listening to me?”

“Maybe not. But I can tell you’re stressing yourself out more than you need too.” You pointed out bluntly, a small smirk on your face as a sort of flabbergasted look crossed his face. “Let me help you?”

Something inside of him snapped, his lips smashed against yours. The scuff of his facial hair prickling against your skin. With your hot breath mingling he grunted, your lips pulling away from his. Mike’s erection, hard in his jeans, pressed into you, providing your own needy body some sort of relief.

“Turn around.” He was good at commands, you’d give him that. He gave you enough room just to push off of him and shift your body around, your stomach thankfully covered by your top, protecting you from the freezing cold surface of the sink. Your hips were pulled back in a matter of seconds, forcing you to bend down slightly, ass curved up to pressed into Mikes crotch.

“Seems like you want me too, huh?” His words mingled with his heavy breaths, his hands wrapping around your waist. In a second your bare ass was on display for him, his large hands gripping onto your skin, forcing you to arch your back up more.

Your head was foggy, you must have not been able to hear his pants unbuckling with your heavy breathing, but you could clearly hear your own desperate noises as the tip of his cock pushed up against your hole.

“Seems like you’re the one who needs help now, sweetheart.” Thatcher chuckled to himself, purposefully teasing you for a few more seconds. His hands suddenly squeezed your hips tighter before his hips snapped forward, his cock hitting deep inside you.

As his thrusts increased, your legs slowly deteriorated, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to quiet any noises. Though there was nothing you could do about the distinct sound of his skin hitting yours.

The coil in your stomach snapping, a long drawn out noise leaving your lips as his own thrusts got sloppier. “Fuck…” You heard Mike’s strained grumbles, feeling his cock pulse inside you. He slipped out just in time to cum on you, instead of inside.

A good few minutes passed, your upper body still resting against the sink as you finally caught your breath. He had been kind enough to wipe you up without saying anything. His large fingers hooking into your bottoms and sliding them back up on you.

The silence was almost deafening as you finally let your body relax itself, pushing up on the sink to stand up straight. You turned around him, dazed yet still smug.

“Wasn’t that a good stress reliever?”

[melodygatesauthor]

Holiday SAS Headcanons

You guys seem to enjoy these, and I'm enjoying writing them! These are gifts that I think the members of SAS would get their SO and how they would treat their SO in cold weather (warming them up, what food they'd make them, e.t.c.)

Mute - Mute would surprise you with a thoughtful gift...days before Christmas. He wouldn't admit it was because he was impatient and excited to see what you thought of it. He would also be the last one to want to help decorate. He enjoys the holidays, but doesn't really have the ambition to spend time hanging lights and whatnot. He might help you put ornaments on the tree if you give him the puppy dog look that melts his heart every time. If you begged him, he would be inclined to go to your best friend's ugly Christmas sweater party. As long as he puts a smile on your face, he's down for anything at the end of the day.

When it's cold out, Mute will love spending time curled up watching TV with you. As a bit of a history buff, he would enjoy seeing some of the local sights while covered in snow. Surprisingly he is oddly really good at making snowpeople, and you don't judge him for the five he built in the yard after a big snow storm. He even puts little scarves and hats on them.

Smoke - He is always going to make sure you are spoiled. He's the kind of guy to give you love coupons for Christmas and actually follow through with the items on said coupons, particularly the ones that are hands on. He would love to see you and his daughter getting along on Christmas morning, and the look on both of your faces when he surprises you both with your very thoughtful gifts. He also has a cookie recipe that honestly yields the best cookies you've ever tasted, and would love nothing more than for you to decorate them with him.

He really likes going to do things as a family with the two of you. It doesn't matter if it's ice skating, sledding, or just walking downtown and sipping hot cocoa. Of course he would be down for some really cozy cuddling on the couch. His favorite pass time would be silently laying on the couch with your head on his chest while you admire the tree you decorated all together. He wouldn't even complain in the morning when he woke up and his back hurt because you both fell asleep on the couch.

Sledge - Sledge is going to lose his mind trying to figure out what to get you. He would be stressing last minute because his mother will have him second guessing every gift he bought you, despite deep down him knowing that he got you something you will probably like. He prefers Christmas morning to be just the two of you, but will be happy to visit respective families after your personal festivities are done. He's also the type to propose on Christmas morning. You could literally buy him anything and he would be thrilled.

Sledge really likes shoveling, for no good reason other than it's good exercise, and he loves his shovel. He refuses to buy a snowblower even when you tell him he should. He made his own shovel, it looks oddly familiar...Caber 2.0? He will also insist on snowball fighting with you outside after every snow storm, and then he will make it a full time job to warm you up when you lose and your body is nearly frozen and drowned under snowballs that he pelted you with.

Thatcher - He knows how to spoil his SO to the moon and back. Whatever you like, there will be lots of it under the tree. He will also remember one jewelry store you said you liked four years ago and he will continue buying you a new piece of jewelry from that store for every occasion, even if you don't care for the store anymore. You just don' t have the heart to tell him to stop when you see how happy he is to give you the gift. He actually, surprisingly, has a thing for Christmas crafts. He will enjoy working on them together and using them to decorate rather than going to the store to buy decorations.

Thatcher won't admit it, but he loves peppermint hot cocoa and you smirk when you see empty cups in the trash can from his little secret. He will make sure your car is always cleaned off and that there's always a fire in the fireplace on exceptionally cold evenings. While not particularly fond of tech, he secretly appreciates the smart home thermostat so that he doesn't have to get off the couch and stop cuddling with you in order to turn up the heat. Really big fan of classic Christmas movies.

Who should I do next? Christmas is right around the corner and I may not have time to do more beforehand, so maybe we can look at New Year's, or who cares, Christmas headcanons are fine with me any time of year honestly.

[itsohh]

No Sight

A/N: GN reader, don’t write much dom reader but thought I would give it a go aye. My editing was very rushed ngl

Day 5: Gags

Word count: 1343

Warnings: NSFT, Smut

AO3 Kinktober Masterlist

The man on his knees wasn’t one to go there easily. He wasn’t one to swallow his pride, he liked to be in control, and he wanted to pick how things went. Yet in moments like this, you could see its effect on him. With a small hum, you gently stroked his cheek, it was partially covered by the fabric in his mouth. Your thumb traced over his focal hair which had him look away from you. “Ah, ah, ah. Eyes on me Mike.”  His eyes snapped to yours and your hand lifted up to pet his hair. “Good and you remember what to do if you want to stop.” He nodded in response. “Show me.” His hand came up and lightly tapped your thigh three times with it. With your thumb, you placed it under his chin and lift it upwards. His eyes closed when you placed a kiss against his forehead.

Mike knew not to do anything without your permission. “It’s just us here. Don’t think, just relax. Let go.” A breath came out of his nose. Your hand turned and your fingers brushed across his face, it drifted down his body as you crouched in front of him.

It flipped and your palm touched his bare chest. With a shove, you pushed him back onto the bed. He bounced and went from his kneeling state to flat on his back. With his hands unbound he steadied himself with ease. His eyes stayed on yours when your fingers pulled down his fly and pulled out his cock.

Mike’s head fell back as you pulled down his pants and underwear and proceeded to stroke his dick with the other. A groan was muffled against the gag. His length was hard against your hand, a light streak of prime that gave little lubrication.  You hummed as you watched his reactions, his dick throbbing in your hand as you jerked him off. “Do you want to be inside me?” His head raised and nodded, his eyes half-lidded. “Since you have listened so well perhaps I’ll indulge you.” Mike's eyes followed in interest as you left the bed and brought down the bottle of lube from the top shelf.

He watched as you warmed it up in your hands and you knelt on top of him. When your hands made contact with his cock you could hear him mumble something into the fabric across his mouth. The heavy length fell against him when you let go in preference to prepare yourself. It was different when you did it, easier to relax and your body stretched easily. The bottle fell off the bed when you grabbed his cock once again and aligned it with him.

Muffled sounds came from the man when you lowered your body onto him. Eventually, your hips met his and you took a deep breath and composed yourself. “You fit so well into me.” You raised and gave yourself a test roll against him. A sudden jolt from his hips thrust into you and you found purchase on his arm and you raised yourself off him. “You had been doing so well my dear.”

He reached out and leaned up when you removed yourself from him. His hand was slapped away and you let out a disapproving tut. “You will do what your told soldier, and nothing more.” He froze at your changed tone and looked away from your sharp gaze. “Now what will we have to do with you?” You heard him muffle against the gag, it sounded something like a ‘please’ which had you laugh lightly in amusement. There was a small ding from your phone and you paused to grab it. Mike had faith in you that you wouldn't take a photo so he wasn’t overly concerned when you did so. The only annoyance was due to the lack of contact with him

You paid little attention to the phone initially and placed it on the bed next to him. “You see, you're punishing the pair of us darling. See I was quite happy with you inside. But you had to break the rules.” A dramatic sigh left your lips and you crawled in his lap. With him now sitting up it gave you the leverage to hold onto his shoulders. One hand under you aimed his cock and you sunk back down, this time far faster and he muffled when you shot down. His legs tensed under you as he did everything in his control not to fuck up into you. A hum left your lips when you didn’t move, your hand reaching for your phone.

His hand found your thighs and a quick glare had him release them and grip into the sheets of the bed. “Hmm.” You checked your message. “Seamus wants to know if you're going drinking with him tomorrow, he thinks your phone is out of battery. Understandable considering you never charge it.” You looked up as he bore his eyes into you. “I’ll tell him yes. I should go put your phone on charge.” You turned and started to raise yourself off him. When you turned back his grip was impossibly tight on the sheets but he didn’t protest, he knew better. “But I suppose that could wait until later.” You leaned forward and whispered in his ear. With wide eyes, he groaned as you snapped your hips down against him. Finally deciding to take pity and fuck him, your hips rolling down against his before you lifted yourself off and started to bounce on the man.

Both of your hands were now on his shoulders as you used them for balance. Breaths left your mouth as his dock pistoned into you sending pleasure through your body. True be told it was a relief for yourself as much as it was for him. A kiss was placed on his upper cheek and you gave him permission. “You may touch me if you wish.” Immediately his hand found purchase on your hips and he started to fuck up into you in sync. It wasn’t explicated in what you gave permission for yet you decided to let it slide. He buried his face into your chest and you took the opportunity to grab hold of his hair. “Just like that.” You breathed out. The bed continued to shake silently while the pair of you fucked, your phone fell to the floor forgotten as Mike continued to fuck up into you. You clenched down on him and you saw his head lean back and desperately look into your eyes. “You want to cum for me?” He groaned against the gag but nodded.

“I suppose you only had one slip up today, you may.” You tried to speak as if his actions had little effect on you but failed as your teeth gritted and your nails dug into his shoulder. His seed shot into you and you could feel the warm liquid inside of you. A moan left your lips as your head tilted back and clenched on his cock. The squeeze of your orgasm had so much power as he continued fucking you long after you had stopped your own movements.

When you opened your eyes he had stopped his thrusting and leaned into you. Mike's hands loosened and instead started to hug you slightly. Your hands came up to his face and undid the cloth. His right hand went to his jaw and touched his facial hair. “Mmm thank you, Mike.” You pressed your lips finally against his. He wouldn’t ever physically ask for this, he wouldn’t thank you either but he made it clear he wanted it. “I’ll go get us cleaned up.”

“Stay.” The first word he had said in the last hour, his voice gruff in your ear. With his softening cock still inside of you, you pulled a blanket around the pair of you. Kisses were placed on his face as you cuddled with him. A soft smile formed on his face as he buried his face into your shoulder.

[chadillacboseman]

💖 Hi, may I please order a reader x thatcher with a side of "i just really need you here right now". It'll be for takeaway and I'll pay by card 💖

Mike had a hard time asking for help when he needed it.

Years of combat experience and bailing his brother out of fights had made him self-reliant. It was a trait you both loved and hated about him.

Sometimes, you could see the wear and tear when it started to show. The way he pinched the space between his eyebrows and squeezed his eyes shut. The way he sighed heavily when he came in the door before rummaging in the fridge for a beer and practically throwing himself on the couch.

Tonight was one of those nights. Mike had stumbled in the door, covered in dust and sporting a few fresh scrapes across his face.

"Everything alright?" you looked up from your book and he grunted in response before practically ripping the fridge door off of its hinges.

"I'll take that as a no," you rose from your seat and he looked up at you. You grimaced at the sight of him, bloodied and bruised with flecks of dust in his greying hair.

"You'd be right," he replied with a sigh before cracking the lid from the bottle of beer in his hand.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No."

He was locked down, as usual. You assumed something had gone very wrong on a mission- something you'd likely never hear about.

"Well, if you change your mind-"

Mike stopped you midsentence and wrapped his arms around your waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and you hesitated for a moment before running your fingers through his dark hair.

"It was bad," he mumbled against your skin, "Real bad."

"I'm sorry, Mike," you whispered as your fingers made another pass through his hair, "What can I do?"

"I just need you," he murmured and you felt his arms tighten.

"That I can do."

[chaotic-am]

Hey it's me!.. again. Hope im not bothering you. Could you please do Thatcher and Glaz (separately) finding out their s/o is a terrorist?

Of course! And you are not bothering me my dear friend!

Glaz

What!?

it's not true

He's heartbroken

Were you using him?

Probably and most likely put you down

By arresting you

Unless you resist

Than he might knock you out

But in all honesty he will magically let you go and report you instead

He does want to be the one to put you away.

Thatcher

Okay he's gets! Stop with the jokes now...

It's a joke right?

Yeah! Most likely Smoke and Sledge put you up to this.

Breaks down

Like Glaz probably thinks you used him

And did you really love him?

Or was it part of the plan

Doesn't know what to do at the point

Will confront you

So mad

He thought you were the one

The one that would never hurt him

Sorry for taking so long but I had somethings to deal with!

[whatsinthecanister-blog]

Incentive

“Aren’t you jammy?”

 You looked up at the familiar voice, a small smile spreading across your lips as you caught sight of Thatcher standing in the medbay doorway.

 “Luck had nothing to do with it,” Doc spoke up from where he stood beside you, checking the dressing he’d administered to the wound in your shoulder. “A little further either direction and this could’ve been a lot worse.” The frenchman added as he moved away towards the cupboards holding the medications.

 Thatcher raised his eyebrows as he sidled over to you, poking at your arm. “Kinda botched,” he murmured with a little grin, causing you to fight down a laugh as Doc turned to glare at the two of you. “Say that again and I’ll put (y/n) on bedrest for a week.”

 You gave Doc an offended look, sticking out your lower lip in a pout. “Why am I the one getting punished for his lack of manners?” You questioned.

 “Because nothing else gets to Mike. He could care less if I gave him more work to do.” The frenchman responded while a sly smile spread across Thatcher’s lips, the brit leaning in close to whisper into your ear. “Let ‘im put you on bedrest. I’ll make you feel better than ever.”

 You blushed darkly, pushing Thatcher’s face away as you cleared your throat. “How long until I’m ready for duty again?” You asked Doc, trying to ignore Thatcher’s smugness.

 Returning to your side with a syringe, Doc fumbled a little with the IV drip to inject some morphine into it. You’d had some prior to waking up, but the medic knew that it wouldn’t be long before you started to feel the pain again. “I’d say the better part of a month. Even after the wound heals you still have to take time before using it again.”

 “A month you say?” Thatcher questioned, giving you a teasing look. “I can think of a lot of things to do in a month.”

 “MIKE!” You shouted, attempting to throw a pillow at the brit, the projectile barely reaching him before it plopped onto the floor.

 Doc snorted and motioned to the door. “Don’t get her all riled up! Just get out so she can rest for a while!” He ordered, Thatcher just giving a shrug before moving to your side, leaning down to place a quick kiss to your lips. 

 “Cheeky bastard,” you muttered, mustering the best glare you could in your current state as Thatcher obediently making his way over to the door.

 “Get out of here soon, princess,” the brit stated teasingly as he stood just within the door. “Can think of all sorts of things we can do with a month.” 

 With a mock-salute, Thatcher was gone from sight, leaving you in awkward silence with Doc. 

 “Well that’s something I could’ve gone without.” Doc stated, smirking a little at the way you slid down in the bed, cheeks on fire as you pulled the blanket up over your head. “Perhaps it’ll give you more incentive to get better,” the Frenchman added.

 You groaned. You were never gonna live that down.