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ghostiex0 · 1 year
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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?”
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roxyvegs · 8 months
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melodygatesauthor · 1 year
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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.
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itsohh · 1 year
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No Sight
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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.
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vampsquerade · 2 years
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Hi!!! I’m a big fan of your stuff! Could you do some hcs for Thatcher and an autistic reader? (Platonic relationship please!) he’s my comfort character and I’m autistic so I would love to see stuff for that
omg yes i would love to!! i’m glad that thatcher is your comfort character awe that’s so sweet c: i hope i did it right for you, and i hope you have a lovely day! thank you so so much for requesting from me!! <3
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Thatcher Headcanons: Platonic Friendship with an Autistic Reader
Trigger Warnings: crying, comfort, fighting (he fights someone else not you), is mostly fluff tho c: best friends yayyyy
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☆ When Mike first met you, he was quick to discover that the two of you would become very close friends
☆ You had been crying after a training scenario you just lost against him, having taken yourself to a more isolated room once everyone else left
☆ Mike was genuinely concerned, and did his best to comfort you because he’d never really seen somebody cry after losing in just a training scenario
☆ It was a bit difficult to get you to tell him what was wrong, but Mike was patient with you (which he rarely ever is with any of the younger operators)
☆ Eventually you would softly explain that you felt you didn’t do enough and it overwhelmed you to the point where you needed to get away from everyone and let it out
☆ Understanding this, Mike reassured you that you did exceptionally well and if you ever needed some help he would be more than willing to aid you
☆ And you’d take him up on this offer, and it became much easier to socialize and talk with him
☆ Mike would often find himself listening to you talk about your recent hyperfixations, not quite understanding some of them, but he does his best
☆ He’d even find himself getting into a fight with someone because you had come to him after someone casually said you “spoke too much about useless things” and he wasn’t going to have any of that
☆ Mike gives you praise for how good you actually are at what you do, marveling at some of the things you would create on your time off-duty from operations as well as your ability to keep calm during actual operations and not training scenarios
☆ One time, when your birthday has rolled around, he managed to find a thing you had been searching for for a long time and he had to make sure you didn’t end up passing out because you stimmed a bit too much to the point where you were literally holding your breath out of excitement
☆ You would seemingly do the same for him, as you remember him mentioning something he once had when he was a child and you managed to find it for him, gifting it on his birthday
☆ Stunned at how you remembered it, Mike thanked you and all you did in response to his thanks was give him a subtle smile before walking off
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graveyard-ghoulish · 2 years
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NSFW
Thatcher and zero threesome '^'
Maybe with a breeding and overstim kink *^*
Oh god 😭 this is my first time (kinda) writing for a threesome so apologies if it’s rough
Warnings: nsfw, breeding hinted, overstimulation
G/n reader, also very short because I don’t need to be this hørknee in public 😟
Your legs were trembling by now, thighs jolting uncontrollably with every stroke and thrust you received from the two men you were sandwiched in-between. By now you lost count of just how many times you came, the only thing on your mind was how much longer would they go? The cocks that continued to abuse your insides and mouth made you walk the line of pain and pleasure, you didn’t know if you wanted them to stop or keep going.
You also forgot who was behind you now, though by the sounds of the grunts and breaths you guessed it was Zero. During this session you learned Sam was a bit more vocal than Thatcher but as the night (was it still night even?) went on it became harder for even him to keep quiet. The room was filled with your muffled cries and their grunts, and the wet sound of cum-slick skin against skin. Speaking of cum, their mixed fluids were dripping out of every hole you had. thighs covered in it, your ass and stomach had small splatters of it from particularly hard thrusts, and you were sure you still had some on your chin from sucking off Mike. Or was it Sam that time? You couldn’t remember.
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bambiesfics · 27 days
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- Link to Bimbo reader’s mood board -
𝗘𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲’𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 🚬🦕 ☕️ 🐈‍⬛
Ellie’s all: eye bags, waking up at 5am to go to work, restless, breath smells like black coffee and a Marlboro. She uses her girlfriend as her comfort person, her emotional support human, her plushie. She’s butch, too protective, feels like a father around her airhead bimbo gf, sap for sure.
- Images that reflect Ellie -
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💭……. To Ellie …….
Hey Ellie, you’re so hardworking. Such a gruff, brooding, little asshole. You don’t look like much, despite your attitude. Lanky little toned arms, 100 pounds soaking wet. But you don’t care, you didn’t choose your frame, you chose your character. And you have a protective one, a strong one, an unrelenting on. You get so get soft and sappy around one girl, that’s right. The one you wanna take care of.
Let your girlfriend say something cute and watch how quickly you itch to throw her in the backseat of your car and climb through the front seat just to assault her in kisses. And all she did was call you a cutie in your “emo boy clothes.”
🎵 Her songs, give them a brief listen: Spotify links
Safe in your skin - Title Fight
Transgender - Crystal Castles
where is my mind? - Nada Surf (she loves the original pixies one, nada surf just makes her feel cool and sad).
Delaware - Drop Nineteens
If you think I’m pretty - Artemis
!!! [ Please help Palestine ] !!!
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vickyzangels · 6 months
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you guys
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it isnt even funny anymore i need both of them inside me right now at the same time
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shipmanisms · 13 days
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someone should just already cast her as a vampire, the potential is SKY HIGH
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kisses-galore · 7 months
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Can't Sleep - Natalie Scatorccio
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( not proofread )
( crash )
( from my wp )
teen!nat x fem!reader
Plot: Nat can't sleep and Y/N notices this. So she decides to confront natalie. You know as a normal worried girlfriend would. Natalie tells r that she hasn't been able to sleep for a while now. There is a few reasons; it's cold, uncomfortable and etc. So Y/N decides to help natalie out.
mood; fluff
this includes; kissing, cuddling
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omniscient p.o.v
Y/N and Natalie have been together for about five months. They've been stuck in the wilderness for about nine. So naturally Y/N notices how Natalies eyes have become more tired day by day. So one day she decided to check on her.
Well more like confront. Natalie is currently sitting down by the fireplace looking at the fire. Everyone is sound asleep behind her. Except Y/N.
Y/N walks to Natalie and sits by her. "Nat you need to go to sleep." Y/N said tiredly. "You do too." Nat said looking at her. "I'm not even tired." Natalie whispered."Your eyes say otherwise." Y/N replied. "I'm not." The blonde haired girl replied.
"I'm only sleeping if you come with me." Y/N stated. "Fine." Natalie sighed and nodded and replied. Then they both got up and went to Y/Ns makeshift bed that was by Natalies.They laid down on their separate parts. "It's cold." Natalie said. Y/N sat up and looked at the other girl. "Here." She said handing Natalie another blanket.
"That's your blanket." Natalie said. "Well unless you want to lay on top of me or something. You're going to take the blanket and go to sleep." Y/N said joking about the first part.
"Fine." Natalie said. Scooting over to Y/Ns part of their combined bed. Y/N didn't expect Natalie to take that seriously but opened her arms for the blonde haired girl. Natalie put her head on Y/Ns chest and put her arms around her.
Y/N put one of her arms around Natalie. The other behind her own head."Are you still cold?" Y/N asked Natalie putting the blanket around them both. "It's starting to get warm." Natalie replied looking up at Y/N. They stayed like that for a while until Y/N heard light breathing. She looked down and saw Natalie sound asleep.
She smiled to herself. Closing her eyes and falling asleep too. When Y/N woke up Natalie was still sleeping in her arms. Y/N of course let her becauseNatalie needed the sleep. Most of them were up already. They were doing their respective things. "Y/N can you help me out with Lottie?" Misty asked.
"Wait actually nevermind Mari can." The girl added. "You sure?" Y/N asked. Misty nodded in response. Y/N nodded. She noticed Natalie slowly opening her eyes rubbing them. "Hey." Y/N said smiling.
"Hi." Natalie replied smiling back. "You okay?" Y/N asked. "Mhm." Nat answered."You slept for a while." Y/N said. "Is that a bad thing?" Nat said straddling the other girl. "Well no I'm not necessarily saying that." Y/N said. "Necessarily. Key words." Natalie said joking. Y/N nodded as Natalie kept rambling on about different things.
Then Y/N started leaning in to stop Natalie from rambiling. She kissed the other girl slowly. Then Natalie replied with the same. They were kissing for a while before someone coughed behind them. They both looked at where it came from and it was Travis. Travis then walked away. They both started laughing quietly.
Y/N laid back down while Natalie stood up. "We gotta do something come on." The blonde said. "Theres nothing to do?" The Y/H/C haired girl said. "We have to find something." Natalie said. "Fine." Y/N said standing up.
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toasttt11 · 3 months
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first snow
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December 19, 2020
Quinn slowly woke up to sound of small coos he smiled turning over seeing Charlotte awake in her crib next to his bed, he leaned up gently grabbing his daughter and held her againt his chest leaning back into bed covering them both up with the comforter.
“Did you sleep well my love?” Quinn looked down at Charlotte who was looking up at him with with her bright eyes, Charlotte cooed and smiled towards her Dad, “Yeah? I’m glad.” Quinn kissed the top of her head and looked out the window, his eyes widening seeing it snowing outside and the first snow of the winter in Vancouver, “Do you want to go see snow for the first time Charlie girl?” Quinn cooed down at Charlotte who just smiled happily towards her favorite person.
Quinn got them out of the bed before heading into the bathroom and getting the two ready for the day, He slipped on warm clothes for him and grabbed his snow clothes from the back of his closet, and headed to Charlotte’s closet putting her in warm clothes and her teddy bear vest also grabbing the snow stuff he got for Charlotte, he brought them downstairs to their living room and set the snow stuff on one of the couches before going to the couch against the window sitting on it showing Charlotte the snow.
“Look Charlie!” Quinn cooed towards his daughter getting her attention, “It’s snowing!”
Charlotte looked out the window seeing all the snow and trying to reach her little arm towards the snow making Quinn laugh as he stood up with Charlotte in his arms.
Charlotte whined when she was turned away from the window and snow, “Dada!”
Quinn chuckled, “Don’t worry Charlie girl you’re gonna see it again in a minute.”
Quinn quickly dressed them in their snow clothes before heading out the front door into their driveway and front yard that’s covered with a few feet of snow.
Charlotte gasped seeing the snow even closer as Quinn started to walk them away from the covers of the house, Charlotte wacthed the snow fall before a snowflake landed on the nose making her giggle throwing her little head back.
Quinn laughed at his silly girl before bending down gently untangling Charlotte from him and gently laying her on her back in the snow making her eyes go wide before a giant grin formed on her face and her arms and legs were wiggling around making a tiny snow angel.
Quinn made sure to take hundreds of pictures of her in the snow wanting the photos but also knew his mother would kill him if she didn’t get any photos and knew Jack and Luke always want more pictures of Charlotte.
Quinn sat down next to Charlotte who was still wiggling her arms and legs around in the snow, “You wanna make a snowman Charlie Girl?” Charlotte titled her head looking at her dad curiously, “Yeah?” Quinn decided to only make a tiny snow man close to size of Charlotte.
He made a tiny little snowman right in front of Charlotte, who had sat up watching her dad. The snowman was barely a foot tall but Charlotte seemed to love it.
“What do we think?” Quinn looked towards Charlotte for an answer as he wiped off some snowflakes from her red cheeks.
Charlotte made a little happy screech crawling forward and gently hugging the little snowman.
“That’s a yes.” Quinn smiled watching Charlotte softly hug the snowman, Quinn could see the redness on her nose and cheeks and didn’t wanting her to get sick so he gently took her from the snowman and scooped her up pressing kissed to her cheeks warming them up and making Charlotte giggle like crazy as Quinn walked them back into their warm house.
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ghostiex0 · 2 years
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Okay I saw the ask of what porn the Russian boys would watch and not to be curious on main but,,,, what kind of porn would the SAS gang each watch
I’m glad someone requested the SAS boys lol
NSFW warning!!
Smoke watched a ton of porn in his teens to early twenties. Like anything and everything. It’s kinda scary. But around this time his daughter came into his life and he took a little unannounced break it. He just had a lot on his plate, being presented with more opportunities as people saw his talent and taking care of another human tends to take up your time. This mans an exhibitionist if I’ve ever seen one though, so ask him about anything sexual and he’ll talk up a storm. Just be prepared for teasing as well. Mike has had to snap at him for saying that stuff so loud, yapping about how it’s inappropriate all the time. James doesn’t care. Search bar gets!: “Sex in public” and “Overstimulation.”
Mute unlike James, he wasn’t ever really into porn. Could tell it was all fake and got annoyed with the super loud moaning and shit. Mark had no pressure from other teenage boys in his life either because he was flying through his classes and didn’t see many boys his age. But, he’s absolutely lying when he tells you he hasn’t watched any. He likes more natural ones, homemade ones but only the good ones. No bad quality or stupid moaning or he’s exiting out and finishing himself off like a chad. Search bar gets! : “Cock warming” and “Blowjobs”
Sledge. Oh boy he’s watched some stuff. Seamus isn’t one to talk about it like James but he won’t deny it like Mark. He’s a big guy who lowkey (highkey) has a size kink. His search history will definitely reflect that. If someone ever found it, I don’t think they’d be able to make fun of him either because it’s not a fantasy, this man could do this stuff. Search bar gets! : “Spanking” and “Huge cock pounds woman/man.”
Thatcher’s and older guy with older views. He doesn’t have the sex drive he used to either. Mike’s the type who probably has actual playboy magazines hidden somewhere that you would never be able to find. If you ever brought up porn, he’d be stern and move on from it. But he’s guilty like everyone else of letting curiosity get the better of him. Search bar gets!: “Daddy kink” and “Short skirts.”
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ruskizzo · 4 months
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How I imagine the SAS team would react to finding a white mask child.
Smoke, Mute, Thatcher, Sledge
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They weren’t exactly pleased to find a white mask— specifically a poor child, cowering into a corner with blood smeared over the white suit.
Thatcher instantly called over coms to know what to do about a child white mask, his eyes not once leaving you or the others.
Sledge was the first to talk to you, kneeling and allowing you to trust him at your own pace. He only asked a few questions, “you hurt?”, “there any more of you?”
He mainly made sure you were okay. It tore his heart seeing such a young child standing in a fighting zone with blood all over them, not to mention on a terrorist team.
Thatcher was the second to talk to you, coaxing you to calm down and talking about how they would transport you somewhere safe and cozy.
Mute and Smoke were the ones to stay quiet, not really sure what to do or what was going on. They really only kept guard, looking for any more white masks or any possible threats.
It broke Mutes heart seeing the child so frightened. He mentioned to take the gas masks off. Seeing how you screamed when they first appeared; four humans with guns and a massive hunk carrying a sledge hammer, scary. But overall he kept quiet, not sure what to do or say.
Sledge and Thatcher were the ones talking, Smoke kept close to you. He made sure you completely comfortable with them, smiling at you and attempting to cheer you up with cheesy jokes he made up randomly.
Mute just watched, his grip on his gun not once loosening. He eventually crouched near you and Smoke and ruffled your hair in attempt to make you smile.
Once Ash had commanded them to lead the child towards the medic and truck, Smoke was the first to lead you— a gentle but firm grip on your hand as he slowly led you out. Mute on the side, covering your eyes or attempting to block your view the best he could when you passed a dead white mask.
So sorry it’s not the best, school night and I was just really bored. :(
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 9 months
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Ello! Remember Friendly Alternative Y/n? Can I maybe request Mark introducing them to Thatcher Headcanons? :0 atleast then maybe the police will have instead of a police dog a police alternative XD also the feeling of just imaging protecting Y/n at first from a shocked thatcher is so adorable :0
Thatcher visited the Heathcliff residence one evening under the guise of another "wellness check".
But in reality, he thought there was more to Mark's case than just the simple statement he provided.
Surviving not one but two Alternate attacks might sound like an act of pure luck or divine intervention, yet it didn't seem plausible that this kid could've taken all of them on by himself.
He suspected a third party might've been involved--or something that Mark was unwilling to share with the authorities at the time.
The lieutenant figured he'll be able to answer the questions he didn't get to ask before.
However the "surprise visit" goes about as well as anyone would expect....with Mark panicking and you hiding in the shadows, watching and wondering what would happen.
He gets rid of any and all evidence of your presence, until Thatcher finds a drawing in the trash alluding to you, a Type 3 Alternate, being some sort of "guardian angel".
That didn't make any sense.
This kid must have a case of MAD that distorted his perception of Alternates as protectors.
But Mark gets extremely defensive when he suggested this.
"Listen, I know it sounds crazy. I never thought I'd consider one of them to be a friend, but I can prove it! I can bring [y/n]-"
"Wait...you gave that thing a name-?"
"No, lieutenant. I gave that name to myself."
Thatcher nearly jumps out of his skin as you appear from the shadows, instinctively reaching for his gun...but remembering Mark's words and seeing the terrified look on his face, he calms down a little, sitting back down.
Immediately he can tell you're nothing like the broadcasts said.
You aren't currently mimicking anybody, being a "pure form" similar to N/The Façade.
You're not hostile in the slightest, and he asks you why.
Long story short, you managed to gain his trust and he thinks you'd be helpful in his investigations.
You wind up going to the station as an "undercover" officer in-training, with him and Ruth (after convincing her that you're on humanity's side) showing you the ropes.
Ofc you're not a perfect copy of a human being, but the rest of the MCPD suspects nothing.
The 333 Alternate is less-than-pleased to see you prevent it from killing Ruth and Thatcher when you accompany them to the Murray residence, calling you a "traitor" to your kind.
You knew the risks of helping the organization Gabriel was trying to dismantle, but it's one worth taking if it means Mandela was a little bit safer, especially Mark.
At the end of the day, you'd always return to his home just to make sure he was alright.
And also to ramble about how much you liked having a "real human job".
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lacyscabinet · 4 months
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Sophie Thatcher should be an aesthetic tbh
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fvnalgirlcomplex · 9 months
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Hey! Ur blog is so awesome and I love the way u write- it’s so authentic <3
I was wondering if u could write sth for Sophie Thatcher (plays Natalie Scatorccio in Yellow Jackets and is quite like her)?
I’ve been crushing on Sophie since I first saw her and she’s so afgfhhsrfhfv
And in that fic she would be like head over heels for the reader / y/n and just veryyy whipped- u can choose anything else
I hope u are having a great day!!
TANGLED IN LOVE ✸ S.T
heyyy!!! thank you sm that’s all very nice and i appreciate it so so so much!! i think we’re all in love with her she’s just so cool with everything she does and i assumed you wanted this to be a written piece so here it is!! sorry for the wait and i hope you’re having a good day too!! and ik i said i was posting the drew fic first but… i lied. also this was supposed to be longer but i just wanted to post it so sorry that it’s so short
warnings: use of yn (sorry ik people hate that), tooth. rotting. fluff. once again girlfriends being girlfriends! unedited so probably errors
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summary: in a world full of art, sophie only wants to admire her girlfriend.
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Sophie loved mornings like these. With only the sound of the two lovers soft breathes as they relished in the calm of the early morning before they inevitably had to get up and leave each others arms.
Yn wasn’t awake yet, which gave Sophie time to admire (stare) at her without having to worry about coming across as creepy. Because it wasn’t creepy. She was just head over heels in love. So no, it wasn’t creepy that she always wished to wake up before y/n to give herself time to admire every small detail, every freckle, every blemish on her girlfriends face.
And it definitely wasn’t creepy that she couldn’t seem to get close enough to y/n even when she was practically under her girlfriends skin, she still tried to pull her impossibly closer. Because she was just head over heals in love.
“What are you staring at, creeper?” Y/N jokingly asked, sleep still present in her voice and eyes staying shut. But Sophie wasn’t phased by the fact she had been caught, still amazed at how beautiful her girlfriend could look after just waking up.
At Sophie’s silence, Y/N peeked her eyes open, staring back up at Sophie was resting on her elbow, head on her hand still admiring the woman below hers loveliness.
“What?” Y/N asked, her voice much softer now as she clearly became flustered by Sophie’s stare. Moving her hand up to fix her bed head only to be stopped by her girlfriends own hand.
Sophie was still silent as she moved Y/N’s hand down to rest on her stomach, dropping it and bringing her own hand back up to rest on the side of Y/Ns neck, her thumb rubbing back and forth on her jaw.
No words were shared as she leaned down to share a kiss with her partner, putting all the love she had into the kiss. The two lovers basked in the small amount of sun peaking through the curtains, making them feel like they were in their own private paradise.
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