#sorry for the loud rooster in the beginning

[ohtobeleah]

California Fornication //

Two — ‘Odds Are?’

Summary: In the wake of Roosters belligerent act of violence, you try your best to remain calm. But if anything Jake Seresin showing up in North Island is only just the beginning of a whirlwind shit show.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating. Love Triangle x2. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Jake Seresin xF!reader. Question ing Morality. Angst.

Word Count: 2.7k

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“I lied—“ You could remember it all too well, the moment you felt at your weakest. Your most vulnerable. “I’m not out of this relationship.” A week ago your entire world had come crashing down when the man you loved turned out to be married. You’d told him you were out. Point blank, end of discussion. But you weren’t.

“Siren—“ Bradley sighed as he looked over your shoulder to where his wife stood watching the interaction unfold from the veranda of the Hard Deck. “We can’t, not here.” 

“I’m in.” You didn’t care that she was watching, you needed to get this off your chest. “I’m so in it’s humiliating because here I am begging.” 

“Y/n—“ Bradley tried to interrupt but you held your finger up. Stopping him from saying anything more.

“Shut up, you say Y/n and I yell remember so why don’t we skip the yelling and I just tell you how I really feel?” 

“Yeah—“ Bradley sighed as he pocketed his car keys. “Yeah okay.” You took a breath in and exhaled slowly. Ready to wear your heart on your sleeve. 

“Here it is.” You tried your best to remain as calm as you could. “Here’s your choice, Rooster.” It was just you and Bradley, out by his Bronco under the festoon lights that lit up the car park of the Hard Deck. “Your choice? It’s simple—her, or me.” It was clear cut and dry. No one way around the fact. “And I’m sure she’s really great, but Bradley I love you.” 

It wasn’t the first time you’d said it without Rooster saying it back. You just thought he needed more time, but as it turned out he was already married. Perhaps it was a good thing after all he’d never said it back. It would have hurt more to know he did than to wonder if he ever did at all. 

“I love you in a really really big—pretend to like your music kind of way.” You had to hold yourself together so that the tears welling in your eyes didn’t stream down your cheeks as you pleaded with the man who’d made you fall in love with him to choose you. “I love you in a let you have the last silence of cheesecake kind of way—a sit beside you pretending to be interested in learning how to play the piano unfortunate kind of way that makes me hate you, yet love you kind of way.” You admitted as Rooster just started at you with an unreadable expression. “So pick me, choose me, love me, please Bradley.”

The silence was as loud as it could have been. And in those silent seconds that passed. You knew. 

“I can’t, I’m married Y/n.” Five words were all it took for Bradley Bradshaw to rip your heart through your chest. “I’m sorry.” 

It was the hardest thing to hear, and yet it still played on repeat throughout your mind all day and all night. You just weren’t good enough. 

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“What the hell is your problem!” 

“Eleven years!” Bradley hissed as you shoved him out of the Hard Deck and onto the front porch. “Eleven years we were married!” He rambled on as you watched Rooster place the makeshift ice pack Penny had made him over his knuckles. 

You stood leaning against the post by the stairs he’d just walked down—watching with your arms crossed over your chest as he paced up and down the sandy gravel pathway. 

“That means eleven sets of birthdays, Christmas’s and thanksgivings, Siren! Eleven wedding anniversaries!” It was clear that Bradley was enraged. “He doesn’t get to just show up again after what he did!” But it wasn’t all those memories that were tarnished by an affair that had made Bradley Bradshaw risk his career by breaking his hand on the jaw of the man who slept with his wife. 

No. 

It was the way he saw your eyes light up with a mischievous glint while you laughed with Hangman that had him making strides over to where you sat. 

Bradley wasn’t about to let Jake get his dirty hands all over you too. Fuck his marriage and fuck his wife. He’d made a mistake letting you go. Letting her back into his life when he’d just begun to heal. He should have chosen you. He loved you. Truly. But marriage still meant something to him. Enough at least to try just one more time. 

“Rooster, I’m not the person who you should be talking about this with, talk about it with your wife.” You sighed defeatedly, like you were still being strung along by an invisible string that connected your heart to his. All you wanted was to hold him. To feel his arms wrapped around you. To laugh with him again, to feel that warm warmth he brought to your life. But instead all you felt was a coldness, a temperature so cool it burned to the touch. Leaving you alone, forever the other woman. The mistress. 

Club of one. 

“Penny wants you to go home and sleep it off.” Katie groaned as she stomped out of the Hard Deck. She made no attempt to acknowledge your presence as she walked right past you and down the front steps. “How’s your hand?” She asked as you watched the clearly distressed couple argue. Wondering when the divorce papers would come flying out of Roosters back pocket. 

“What’s he doing here Kate?” Bradley growled. Her hand came to rub small circles against the small of Rooster's back. She helped to guide him over to where the Bronco was parked. Against his will—he moved. 

“How the hell should I know?” She replied sharply. “Please, let’s just go home and talk about this.” 

You didn’t stay out of the decking for much longer. You could hear the sound of Jake's nose cracking under the force of Roosters fist in your mind over and over again. Enough that you felt a little guilty for possibly being the reason he was gushing blood. 

“Where’s—?” You didn’t even need to say his name before Penny was gesturing over towards where the bathrooms were. With lips pressed into a fine line you nodded. “Thanks.” 

“He’s not all that bad of a guy.” She added before you could even begin to walk away. “I don’t know the full story but if I know Hangman it’s that under that thick layer of confidence, he’s just looking for a friend.” You listen with a small nod. Deciding you’d go check on the guy in case his septum was deviated. 

“Can I have a washcloth?” 

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“Rooster and I always did have the same taste in women.” It wasn’t hard to get lost in the clear emerald skies of Jake Seresins eyes as he sat up on the bench next to the sink in the bathroom of the Hard Deck. 

“Excuse me?” You asked softly as you worked to clean the mix of dried and fresh blood from his face. Gently dabbing away at the mess that trickled down his face with the wet cloth Penny had given you. Soaked in warm water—standing between Jake's legs as they dangled over the edge of the bench. 

You’d found Jake staring at himself in the mirror, probably trying to figure out if his nose was broken or not. When you entered the bathroom he was honestly surprised to see you. He thought for sure Rooster would have thrown you over his shoulder and taken you home. 

But it wouldn’t be the first time Jake was wrong about his best friend. 

“You’re Rooster's lusty Wingwoman right?” Jake asked as his eyes drank you in. Watching as you carefully studied every line, every little imperfect blemish on his face. He was beautiful. “I heard about you all the way out on the Pacific.” He explained. “You’re famous.” You couldn’t help the smile that crept across your face. “The thorn in the side of the Bradshaws rekindlement.” 

Huh, that was a new one. You hadn’t heard that one before. It was actually quite poetic. 

“Well, I’ve heard about you all the way back here in North Island so I guess we have a lot in common.” No one ever spoke about Jake. Not Payback or Phoenix or Bob even. They all just pretend like he never existed. That he’d committed an act of utter betrayal. It was only after Bradley’s wife had come back to town that he told you everything. 

It was easy enough to see who’s side in all this they’d all chosen. But it wasn’t easy to understand why no one told you until you’d already fallen head over heels for a married man. 

“We’re just the dirty mistresses.” Jake teased as you gently worked away at the blood on his face. Immediately he was addicted to your laugh, the way you lit up the entire room when you did so. “Isn’t that right sweetheart.” 

You couldn’t stop the heat from rushing to your cheeks at the term of endearment that slipped past Jake's lips. 

“I suppose we are Hangman, I suppose we are.” Jake was easy to be around, that was the first thing you made your mind up about. Sure, the whole questionable relationship with a married woman was still yet to be addressed but nevertheless. 

“My therapist says behind this rugged and confident exterior I’m— self destructive and self loathing to an almost pathological degree.” Jake grinned as you paused your movement, you held his head still in your cloth free hand in the comfortable silence that lingered for mere seconds.

“Hey, guess we do have a lot in common.” Why the hell did Bradley have to go and ruin such a pretty face? “Mine says the same thing.” Jake was thankful for your gentle touch, he was starting to think Rooster may have broken his nose. Only a trip to urgent care and time would tell. 

“You know it’s funny—“ Jake began as he watched you rinse out the blood stained cloth into the sink beside where he sat shirtless, blood stained the white T-shirt he’d once been wearing. “Bradshaw walks in on me naked with his wife, actually in the throws—“ You listened as you worked, running warm water over the cloth to not shock Jake's bruised and swollen skin when you went back to attending to his wounds. “And he just turns around and walks away.” 

You couldn’t imagine what that must have felt like. To watch two people you trust and love commit such an act of betrayal. You felt for Rooster, you did. But it didn’t change the fact he never told you until after his wife, Katie ‘South’ Bradshaw, was shaking your hand and labeling you the mistress in all this mess. 

Not to mention no one sold him out. Coyote, Fanyboy, even Bob had Bradley’s back. They kept his wife a secret. Kept his entire life a lie until it was unraveled before you in spectacular fashion. 

“But he so much as sees me talking to you? And I’m on the ground with a bloody broken nose.” Jake continued to explain what he thought was already the case. That Rooster was in love with you. Period. “Interesting, don't you think?” 

It didn’t require a engineering degree to put together what Jake was insinuating. 

“Doesn’t matter what Bradley thinks—he chose his wife, the woman he made vows to.” You’d decided in that moment you were done cleaning Jake's face but stayed standing between his legs. You made no attempt to remove his hands from where they had settled on your hips. “He doesn’t need to get defensive over who I choose to talk to, he doesn’t get to stake a claim when he’s married.”

“He might still be married but he’s not in love with her.” Jake sighed as he pulled you a little closer by your hips with just enough force to have you reaching out for stability. Your hands softly landed on his shoulders—the sudden sensation of your touch made Jake's skin prickle with Goosebumps. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked softly, intrigued by the chaos Jake seemed to bring with him. “Back in North Island?” Jake didn’t answer right away. He’d been too busy drinking in the expanse of your face. From the fine lines that littered your nose when you crinkled it to the way your eyes swirled like deep pools of hope and displeasure all in one. 

“I’m here for Katherine—“ Those four vulnerable words made you feel more understood than you ever had in the last few weeks. It felt like there wasn’t another soul alive that could relate to your situation. “Which is as dehumanising as it sounds but, she’s the reason I came back.” 

“You’re still in love with her?” You asked as you tried to access the swollen nose that Jake wore with regret. 

“You’re still in love with him.” Jake didn’t need to question it, he already knew it to be true. You didn’t look at someone the way you looked at Bradley even when you were trying your best to avoid the man at all costs. He knew that simply because he laid awake at night thinking about the woman he loved who’d kissed him the night her husband was in the hospital—laid up post Uranium mission. 

Jake should have stopped it, but he didn’t. He just felt lucky enough to be loved in the dark. In secret. Because no one ever loved Jake Seresin first. 

And even worse, Jake was still in love with the very woman who’d spun the narrative in her favour. That he’d been the one who initiated the affair. But it hadn’t been him. It was her. 

Ignorance is bliss so they say. So Jake kept his adultering mouth shut and let the lie run its course. Turns out little white lies do hurt. He lost his posting, his best friend, the woman he loved, everything. 

“She won’t choose you, you know.” You didn’t mean for it to sound so cold, so as you spoke you ran your fingers through his deep blonde locks. Bringing a touch starved man some solace. “Rooster isn’t the kind of guy you leave if you can help it.” And boy did Katie stick to her husband’s side like superglue. 

“Yeah—” The corner of Jake's mouth twitched as he thought to himself. Leaning into your comforting touch as his eyeline slowly faded into the tiles on the ground. “But what if you’re wrong?” He sighed deeply, still staring at the ground beside where you stood between his legs. “What if, just this once, life comes down on the side of the dirty mistresses?” 

Suddenly that club of yours, the one with only one member, had two members in total. The dirty mistresses club. Party of two. You and Jake Seresin. 

“Pretty unrealistic, don't you think Seresin?” You chuckled softly as your eyes lingered to Jake’s lips. Slightly parted and plump. His eyes caught yours when you looked back to him and he had to stop himself. He couldn’t—could he? Because what were the odds he’d ruin two of Bradley Bradshaw's relationships? “Us adultering whores never get what we want.” 

“What if we decided to change what we wanted?” Jake asked as he closed the gap left between the two of you. His hands worked to guide your hips closer to him and before you knew it? Your lips were pressed against his. 

It was heavenly. The way Jake's lips felt against yours. Supple and soft and full of lust. His hands worked to cup at your cheeks as you begged him for more. Slipping your tongue into his mouth as you carded your fingers through his blonde locks. It was everything and nothing all at the same time. 

No one held a claim on you, you were free to make your own dumb choices now. And as your hand slipped down between the pair of you to softly land against Jake's jean clad crotch? He groaned into your mouth and bit your bottom lip. 

“I don’t even want to think about the consequences of this.” Jake whispered into your mouth as you palmed him through his jeans. “I think he’ll actually kill me.” 

“So don’t think.” You replied as you sunk your teeth into his neck. “Just do me.” 

As it turned out, those odds seemed pretty fucking high.

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[mynameismckenziemae]

Unbroken

Part 7

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x You

Summary: It feels like the first time.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! This is pure smut (very little plot), oral (f receiving), p in v, fluff, etc.

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“How about that ride?”

“Yes ma’am,” he says with a wink, but his response sends a thrill through you.

The 30-minute ride seems longer than usual; your leg begins to bounce with restless energy. You want him bad.

Less than 10 minutes from home, Bradley slows to a stop at a train crossing as the gate comes down and you sigh impatiently when the end isn’t in sight. He must not see it either since he shifts the truck into park.

You confirm there are no cars around with a quick peek behind you before unbuckling your seatbelt and sliding to the middle seat, throwing a leg over his lap to straddle him. You toss your hat in your vacated seat before placing a kiss on his lips, then his cheek, down his jaw…

“I can’t wait anymore,” you explain between kisses, your lips finding his ear. “Been thinking about you touching me all night.”

“Same,” he replies, reaching for the buttons on your jeans. “God, you’re so wet. All this for me?” He asks when he slips his hand in, feeling how soaked you are through the flimsy lace of your underwear.

“Yes, all for you,” you confirm with a gasp as he pushes your undies aside, gathering your arousal before circling back up to your clit.

Your hands grip his biceps and you bite your lip before resting your head on his shoulder to keep from crying out when he pushes a finger in.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs. “So tight, and warm and wet. Can’t wait to be inside you.”

“I can’t wait-fuck!” You cut off when he pushes another finger in. “Can’t wait either.”

“I can see the end of the train,” he says against your neck, leaving kisses in his wake. “Need you to cum before then, there’s a car on the other side of the tracks. Don’t want them to see us.”

You whimper, tightening around him at the thought of getting caught.

His fingers move faster and you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. “S-so close,” you whine.

“Come on, I know you can do it,” he urges softly into your ear. “Be a good girl and finish for me,” he continues, nipping the sensitive skin below and that’s all it takes.

You bite the thick muscle of his shoulder as the pleasure of your release slams into you. His free hand weaves into your hair to tug you gently up for a kiss before pulling back to look at you through his half-lidded gaze, heavy with desire.

“Mmm,” he rumbles while he licks the fingers clean that were just inside you.

The loud horn startles you both, breaking the trance as you scramble to climb off him. You make it back to the middle seat just as the caboose passes.

“All this for me?” You murmur, rubbing over his erection and the wet spot of precum leaking through.

“Yes,” he replies, head falling back against the headrest as he shifts into gear. “All for you.”

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Bradley’s unbuttoning your flannel as you again struggle to unlock the door, pulling it off your arms as you walk through.

You do the same to him, fingers brushing the bite mark you left on his shoulder minutes before. “Sorry,” you say with a sheepish look as you work on his jeans, pushing them down.

His eyes darken when he sees the mark you’re touching. “Don’t be. I like it.”

“Me too,” you murmur as you unbutton your pants and let them fall to the floor before turning toward your bedroom.

“Fuck me,” he breathes. You don’t have to turn around to know he’s looking at your lower half, clad only in a black lacy thong. “I knew it.”

“Knew what?” You ask cheekily over your shoulder as he grabs his overnight bag and follows you to the bedroom.

“That you have an amazing ass,” he says, catching up to palm a cheek in each hand. “Damn.”

“Thanks,” you laugh, letting out a squeak when he turns you before tossing you on the bed like you weigh nothing at all.

Your heart pounds in excitement as he crawls over you, tugging your underwear down.

“You don’t-but I’m ready-“ you moan as he lays down on his stomach and licks a stripe between your thighs.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbles against you, “and you taste so good.”

You’re still worked up from the rendezvous in the truck so it doesn’t take long at all before he brings you off with his tongue, then again with his fingers. He’s relentless, not letting you fully come down before starting in again with his tongue.

He whines you when you grip his hair to pull him off, snapping out of it with your next words.

“Need you inside me,” you beg, voice desperate and needy. “Now.”

He nods, eagerly reaching for his bag to pull out a condom and an unopened bottle of lube. He winces when he pushes his boxer-briefs down and climbs over you. “I’m not going to last long,” he warns you before leaning down for a quick kiss before sitting up to roll the condom on.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, biting your lip as you watch him. “I want to watch you touch yourself some time.”

“Shit,” he says, closing his eyes and gripping the base of his cock with a grimace. “You’re gonna make me cum talking like that,” he says with a breathy chuckle.

“We don’t want that,” you smile. “Not yet at least.”

He rubs a dollop of lube on himself before putting a generous amount between your legs and drawing his fingers up to tease your clit.

“Bradley,” you gasp, but he keeps going until he draws another orgasm from you.

“I could do that all day,” he murmurs as he positions himself between your legs. “Ready?”

You nod as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He kisses you as his lips press forward and you suck in a breath at the stretch.

“You okay?” He asks, pausing but you can feel him shaking with the effort.

“Yeah, you’re just so big,” you gasp. “Keep going.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” you urge as you try to pull him in further with your legs.

His head drops to your shoulder as he gets a little further in before pulling out and pushing in again. Tears prickle in your eyes at the way he’s doing everything in his power to make sure you’re comfortable.

“All-all the way in,” he says, shuddering when he bottoms out.

“I’m good, you didn’t hurt me,” you tell him, truthfully. You feel full but there’s no pain.

“Good,” he murmurs, pulling out and thrusting back in gently. “God, Em, you feel good. Taking me so well.”

You clench at the praise, pulling another groan from him.

He looks up to reach for a pillow and places it under your hips

“Oh, Bradley,” you moan, nails digging into his back when he pushes back in; the new angle has him stimulating your clit with each thrust. “Feels so good, Just like that.”

He curses into your neck as he fights the urge to go faster, wanting you to finish first more than anything.

“I-I’m close,” you pant. The soft sounds of his pleasure in your ear push you closer to the edge with each thrust.

“Me too, I can’t-fuck!” he chokes out before his hips lose their rhythm as he cums with a low groan.

But you’re already there. Tears fill your eyes and leak through closed lids; you’re unable to make a sound as the waves of the most intense orgasm of your life wash over you.

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“Em? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Bradley asks a few minutes later as he wipes your tears away.

You slowly blink your eyes open to his concerned face. “No,” you shake your head, “nothing’s wrong.”

“Why are you crying then, sweetheart?” He asks.

“I’m not sure,” you reply honestly. “I-That was amazing, Bradley.”

“I thought so too,” he smiles, visibly relaxing. “Scared me there for a minute.”

You laugh breathlessly and press your lips to his forehead for a kiss. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He asks, resting his head on your chest.

“For everything; giving me a chance, being patient with me, showing me that I’m still capable of feeling something. You’re a good one, Bradley Bradshaw,” you reply as you run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re a good one too, Emma Seresin. I’m lucky to have you,” he smiles up at you.

“Have me?” You ask, quirking a brow. “Are we official now?”

“I’d like to be,” he says, sitting up to look at you.

“I’d like that too.”

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A/N: So fluffy at the end there, nearly made me sick. I thought this would take a few days, but it wanted to come out I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️. My afternoon fell apart and the phones were quiet (I’m jinxing myself by saying that) so I was able to get the majority of this out before I even left work.

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I love hearing what you think in comments/reblogs!

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[vivalas-vega]

I'm in the mood for something angsty... would you write something where Jake's partner is hospitalized for some reason? Feel free to explore it any way you want, I'm sure it'll be great!

this gave me the perfect opportunity to rework something I'd set aside for Jake and Cobra if any of you are readers of real friends :) (this was orig going to be how they confessed their feelings hehe)

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“Break right, Phoenix, break right!” You yelled in your cockpit as you and members of your squad were engaged in a training mission… one rooted in showing a new class of Top Gun recruits what teamwork sounds like in the air but you were all having an off day. She broke right but a second too late, almost clipping into Jake who whizzed past her.

“Phoenix, what the fuck?” He shouted, temporarily wavering in the air before recovering,

“Sorry, sorry.” She mumbled and you sighed.

“Everyone on the ground, now.” You ordered. You weren't sure you had the authority to do that, but everyone was off their game and you figured it was the best thing to do to avoid disaster. As you began to descend a flock of birds came out of nowhere and you cursed as you tried to fly around them.

“Birdstrike,” you said, “right engine on fire, climbing, throttling back. Shutting off fuel to right engine, extinguishing fire,” you said, narrating everything you were doing to keep ATC informed.

“What’s going on?” you heard Bob in your ear and you ignored it as you focused on the task at hand.

“Fuck,” you said as alarms rang throughout the cockpit, “left engine is out, trying to restart.” Your chest felt tight as you furiously pressed buttons, “throttling up.”

“You’re on fire!” Phoenix shouted in your ears.

“Extinguishing left engine,” you said and you felt a sinking feeling as more warning lights popped up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you muttered.

“Punch out.” You heard Jake in your ears and you shook your head though no one could see you. In his own jet he was hovering idly, watching as yours spun wildly out of control and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest.

“God damn it, just- give me a minute,” you yelled, but all of your hail mary’s were coming up short, “hydraulic failure,” you said as you pulled up.

“Damn it, you can’t save it, punch out,” you heard him again, not even attempting to hide the panic in his voice that mirrored your own that was radiating throughout your body. Your jet started to veer off, starting a spiral directly for the bluffs ahead of you as everything became unresponsive. 

“Lost all controls, trying-”

“Eject now,” Phoenix yelled and you exhaled sharply, looking at the rapidly approaching hillside.

“Fuck, ejecting, ejecting!” you shouted, pulling up on the loops between your feet and gasping as the wind was knocked out of you. You desperately tried to get in a breath of air as you pulled your parachute cord but it was futile with a rather ungraceful collision with the ground below. You heard the sounds of a rescue chopper before you could even finish detangling yourself from all of your gear and once you were free you took a deep breath and counted to ten, naming things you could see out loud to ground you, needing to come down from the adrenaline high to properly assess if you’d been hurt or not.

“Trees, rocks, smoke from my damn jet, clouds in the sky…” you breathed, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins begin to subside. As you began to calm down you stretched out your muscles, bouncing your weight between each foot and decided you were unharmed, spare a gash on your forehead that was oozing blood faster than you would have liked. You dug around in your pack, grabbing a pack of gauze and tearing it open to press against the wound as you waited. As your body came down from the high of a near death experience you felt yourself slipping out of consciousness no matter how hard you tried to hold on.

“I don’t understand what the hell she was doing,” Jake said as he paced outside of your hospital room with Rooster and Phoenix standing by and trying to figure out how to help.

“She thought she could save it, any one of us would have waited until the last second too,” Phoenix tried but Jake wasn’t having it.

“She could have died,” his voice cracked just as a nurse came out of your room to let him know you were asking for him.

“Hey, sweetheart…” he said, softly sitting on the edge of your bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Like a battered highway cone,” you groaned, trying to sit up but every bone in your body protested. “How long was I out?”

“Just a few hours… what the hell was that?”

“Birdstrike, thought I could save the engine,” you answered and you saw the disappointment in his face.

“You should have ejected as soon as it went out,” he replied.

“You know that’s not protocol, I had to at least try.”

“I don’t care about protocol! We can replace your jet, we can’t replace you,” he said, voice thick with emotion and you just smiled softly at him.

“I’m okay, Jake, really… just a few bumps and bruises.”

“And a concussion,” he pointed out and you grimaced… that’s why your head hurt so badly.

“It’ll heal,” you tried but he just shook his head. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“Yeah well, you almost weren’t so stop saying you’re fine,” he shot back and your eyes widened. “Because I’m not, and you shouldn’t be. I mean, what the fuck, sweetheart? Was I just supposed to be okay with watching you burn in?” you could tell he was trying his hardest not to yell, to still be gentle with you. “You don’t get to be reckless like that anymore.”

“Okay, honey,” you nodded, reaching up to cup his face.

“I’m serious, no more of that. I can’t- I can’t do that again, just watch you spin out of control. I can’t-”

“It’s okay, come here,” you said, pulling him down and wrapping your arms around him. “I understand, it’s okay.” 

“I’m supposed to be comforting you,” he mumbled against your chest and you laughed despite how much it hurt.

“That’s okay… through thick and thin, right?” you asked and he nodded as he sat up. 

“Don’t ever do that to me again,” he said looking into your eyes and you nodded.

“I promise,” you whispered, pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you, you big softie.”

“I love you, too.”

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can’t even begin to tell you how excited i was to write this one, oh my god. she got a bit longer than my usual blurb but i really hope i did it justice <3 - [1.6k] | join the party!

The phone call you get just before midnight is the last one you’d think to get. Rooster’s on the other line and you can hear the music and loud jeering from the Hard Deck over the phone. It’s hard to hear exactly what he’s saying but you make out enough of it.

Really drunk…asking…pick him up?

With a sigh, you rub at your eyes and slide yourself out of bed. The book you’d been reading before he called gets left haphazardly on your other pillow. 

“I’ll be right there.”

With the streets nearly empty, it doesn’t take you long to get to the bar. It’s loud enough inside that you can hear it muffled outside as you walk up to the doors. There’s a soft push of ocean air that goes right through the fabric of the sweatshirt you’d thrown on before you left. 

It’s crowded inside, though you should’ve expected that with it being the weekend. One after a successful mission, no less. You shoulder your way through hordes of Navy personnel and the occasional local, paying no mind to the strange looks you’re getting for still being in your pajamas at a bar. 

You spot Rooster back by the dartboard and pool tables and he catches your eye over the crowd. He meets you halfway with a relieved look on his face. 

“Sorry we call-” you cut him off before he can say anything else.

“Where is he?” you ask, peeking over his shoulder. You miss the knowing gleam in his eye.  

“Where’d you think?” He turns towards the dartboard and points, your eyes following. Sure enough, there’s Jake, throwing darts at the board and somehow still managing to hit bullseye even when completely drunk. You shake your head and let Rooster help lead you over. 

“Hey, Hangman! Your ride’s here,” he shouts over the crowd. Jake turns around from where he was going to collect the darts with a complete look of confusion. 

“I didn’t call a ride,” he says and Rooster all but smirks. He nudges you forward and Jake’s face seems to light up like a switch was flipped when he notices you.

“What are you doin’ here, sweets?” he asks, completely forgetting about the darts he was trying to retrieve. You try not to let it show how much the pet name affects you.

“Taking you home,” you say. You wave Rooster off, offering him a small thank you for calling. A pout forms on his face as he seemingly remembers what he was doing right before you showed up. 

“But I’m in the middle of a game,” he says, sounding like a little kid whose parents just told him no.

“And you were doing great but we gotta get home, okay?” you ask, coming up to him and wrapping an arm around his waist. He sighs, his chin tucking against his chest. He lets you lead him towards the bar doors, one of his arms coming around your shoulders. 

It’s a bit of a struggle getting him out of the bar. His footsteps are clumsy and he’s leaning on you just a little too much for you to also walk properly. It doesn’t help that the bar is flooded with people. You manage to get him to your car and into the passenger’s side.

He fumbles with the seatbelt and you huff, leaning in and helping him pull it across his chest and clicking it into place. You move so you’re not leaning over him and his head lazily slumps over to look at you. There’s a dopey smile on his face and he reaches up to boop your nose. 

“Pretty,” he says, the word a little slurred. You shake your head but let yourself smile. You lean back completely to close the car door.

“No puking in my car, Seresin,” you try to sound threatening but you doubt he can tell in his inebriated state. He gives you a salute and you laugh a bit, closing the door and moving over to the driver’s side. 

You drive the two of you home, the streetlights sporadically illuminating your faces with a yellow glow. Living with Jake, you were privy to sides of him not many other people were. Drunk Jake was one that rarely came out but proved to be a sight whenever it did. 

When you get to the little place you share, he has to lean almost all his body weight on you while you walk from the car to the front door and inside. You toe your shoes off whilst he all but kicks his off in a pile by the door. While you’re busy locking the front door behind you, Jake disappears off into the living room. 

He collapses in a heap on the couch, body sinking into the cushions. You groan, dropping your keys against the kitchen counter as you head into the room. 

“Jake, c’mon,” you say, a little exasperated with your hands on your hips. He smiles serenely up at you, seemingly amused by you. You move to stand in front of him and hold both of your hands out for him to grab. “We need to get you in bed.”

He rolls his eyes. 

“I am in bed,” he protests, sinking deeper into the couch. You huff, taking a moment to rub at your forehead. 

“No, you’re on the couch,” you say, once again holding out your hands to help him up. He doesn’t budge, going so far as to start to lie down. You purse your lips. “Hangman, seriously. It’s time for bed.”

This seems to stop him in his tracks. His legs come back off the couch, his facial expression dropping. His lips seem to pucker out into a pout as he looks at you. You’re a little confused. 

“Are you mad at me?” he asks. You sigh, your eyebrows pinching together. 

“What?”

“You called me Hangman,” he points out, blinking up at you. His green eyes are almost doe-like. “You only call me that when you’re mad.”

Your shoulders sag and you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. When you open them again, he’s still staring at you with that same kicked puppy expression. You shake your head. “I’m not mad at you, Jake. Just wanna get you to bed, that’s all.”

He blinks at you for a second, considering, and then he’s reaching his hands up towards you. You grab hold of them and step back, helping tug him off the couch. You don’t anticipate the momentum he brings and suddenly, his body is pressed right against yours. 

Your hands have come to press against his chest, a last ditch attempt to keep him from falling on you completely. His face is suddenly really close to yours, the proximity taking your breath away. You think you see his eyes flicker down to your lips but you’re sure it’s just your mind playing tricks. 

“Careful,” you finally mutter and his eyes come up to meet yours. You take a cautious step back, letting your hands fall back to your sides. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You follow close behind him as he walks a little less clumsy down the hall to his bedroom. He sits on his bed while you dig through his drawers for his pajamas. You can hear shuffling behind you but you don’t expect to turn around to a halfway undressed Jake. Your face feels extremely hot. 

“You change while I get you some water, okay?” you leave the pajamas near him and don’t even wait for an answer before you’re leaving the room. You fill a glass from the kitchen with water and grab some pain meds from the bathroom. 

When you come back, he’s changed clothes and crawled into bed. You set the water and pills down on his bedside table carefully. At the sound of your name you look over at Jake. He’s looking at you in a way that makes your chest flutter. 

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for taking me home,” he says and you smile, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. “Are you sure you’re not mad at me?”

“I was never mad at you, Jake,” you say, shaking your head. He just stares at you, moving so he’s propped up more against his pillows.

“I like you,” he says and you hate how it sends your heart racing because he doesn't mean it like that. 

“I like you, too,” you respond. He nearly groans. 

“No, like I really like you. Like, like like you.”

Oh.

Your lips part and your eyes go a little wide. It feels like your heart is trying to break out of your ribcage. You blink at him, fighting back a smile though the ghosts of one curls around your words. 

“You’re drunk,” you eventually say, shaking your head. He hums. 

“Maybe…but I won’t be in the morning,” he says, the look in his eyes seeming more sober now than ever. Your face feels warm and your eyes shine. You smooth out his blankets and press a kiss to his forehead before standing up. 

“Then tell me in the morning,” you muse. You stop at his door, turning to look at him. He’s already staring at you, a small smile on his face. You think this might be your favorite thing about seeing him drunk. His face softened, no sign of the cocky, big ego on his face. “Get some sleep.”

You shut the door as you leave and take a moment to rest your back against it and breathe, hoping he tells you again in the morning.

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He Loves Me Not. He Loves Me.

Pairing: Jake seresin x afab!reader

TW: ANGST, fluff, smut, piv, praise kink kinda, unprotected sex, swearing, think thats it

Summary: You and Jake have had a will they- won't they dynamic for years. Lately its looking like you won't, and you face losing your best friend.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This is a wild ride but I absolutely love it.

You and Jake have been best friends since flight school, always requesting the same assignments and practically living at each other's houses. Nothing has ever happened between you two, but you and everyone who saw you together always thought it would eventually grow into something more. 

You may not have the labels, but it sure as hell felt like you were a couple. You took vacations together, spent holidays visiting each other's families, you even went grocery shopping together every week. There was a certain level of domesticity to your lives together, and part of you always believed that he harbored the same feelings that you had for him. 

Even Phoenix and Rooster knew of the complexity of your relationship, always making jokes when Jake would pull you into his lap or when they'd find the two of you curled up asleep on the couch. You and Jake never really even dated outside of each other. Anytime you tried to introduce him to a new prospect, he ran the poor guy off within a week. 

Sure you and Jake slept with other people, but there was a deep intimacy between the two of you that no one else ever even came close to in comparison. Which is exactly why you roll your eyes and turn away when Jake walks in with his new girlfriend under his arm. 

Ever since he met her, it's like you don't exist. You had confronted him in the beginning when he blew you off three nights in a row, demanding to know why. He told you it was because Chloe wants to spend more time with him and that she finds your dynamic weird. 

You really can't blame her, you would probably feel the same way if you were in her shoes. She's just a girl who met a guy, it's not her fault. It's Jake that you're mad at. The two of you have been inseparable for almost 10 years and then all of a sudden it's like none of it meant anything. Maybe it never did to him but to you, it meant the world. 

Phoenix nudges your arm and wrinkles up her face when the two of them start in your direction and you consider making a run for it. You really don't like this girl. It's not because she's with Jake, it's because she's annoying and clingy. She's always trying to make out with Jake in front of you and inserts herself into conversations that don't concern her. 

Even worse, she's always complaining and Jake always has to leave early because she wants to go. She doesn't seem like Jake's type at all and no one can figure out why he's with her. Hell as far as the group is concerned Jake only has one type, and it's you.

You and Phoenix lock eyes briefly, communicating your distaste silently before plastering on the fakest smiles you can muster. The two of them stop in front of you and it pisses you off that Jake gives you a bright smile like nothing is wrong. 

Chloe clings to his side like he'll disappear if she lets go and looks between you and Phoenix. "Hi, Natasha." She says with a tight-lipped smile. She had tried calling her Phoenix or Nat at first and your friend quickly corrected her, telling her she can call her Natasha. 

She turns to you and her smile drops as she gives a curt nod. "Jake's friend." She greets and you see Phoenix stiffen in your peripheral. You don't even flinch, your smile only widening as you set down your beer. 

You see Jake give you a look telling you to play nice, but after months of being called everything except your name, you decide to be petty. You tsk lightly and frown, pretending to think. 

"I'm sorry, your name is slipping my mind. What was it again? Cancerous? Chlamydia?" You pretend to ponder out loud and you hear Phoenix snicker. 

"Chloe." She says through gritted teeth and you smile again. 

"Whatever." 

You glance at Jake and notice he's fuming. You shrug innocently before turning back to the bar and they walk off. As soon as they're out of earshot, Phoenix bursts into laughter. "Chlamydia? Really?" She cackles and you can't help but join in. 

"What? I can't help it that she reminds me of a disease you can't seem to shake!" You exclaim. 

The laughter dies down and Phoenix shakes her head. "I really thought you two would come to your senses one day and make it official." She says and you stare down at your drink. 

"Yeah, me too." You murmur and she squeezes your hand. "Is he bringing her to the officer's ball?" You ask and she sighs. 

"Yeah, as far as I know. Do you have a date?" She questions and you chuckle dryly. 

"Well, I was supposed to go with Jake but obviously that's all gone to shit."

Phoenix thinks quietly for a second before looking over at you. "Why don't you ask Rooster?" She suggests and your eyebrows shoot up. 

"Why would I do that?" You ask and she shrugs. 

"He's sweet and there are definitely worse people to show up with on your arm. Why not?"

You mull over her words for a second before nodding. "Yeah, that's not a bad idea."

You chug the rest of your beer and stand up to go find the curly-haired pilot. You spot him by the jukebox with Bob and make your way over. You met him at the same time as Jake, and the two of you have always had a friendly relationship. Hell, there's been a few drunken nights that it almost went further. 

Bradley spots you walking up and grins widely, immediately pulling you in under his arm. "Hey Cherry." He says while kissing the top of your head. You smile at the name that you received in college. It stemmed from a drunken night of truth or dare. You and Bradley got matching tattoos of cherries on your ass on a dare, and the nickname stuck.

"Hey, Brad Brad." You smile up at him. "Do you have a date for the officer's ball next week?" You ask and he looks down at you curiously. 

"No." He answers, confusion lacing his voice. "Why?"

You lean into him and he hugs you tighter. "I was wondering if you want to go with me?" You offer and he peers down at you. 

"Like a date?" He clarifies and you nod. 

"Yeah, if you want it to be."

A beat passes and you hear his voice ring out. " Alright, then it's a date." He confirms and you lean up to kiss his cheek before walking away. 

The week passes by quickly, and before you know it you're walking into the venue with Bradley's arm around your waist. He picked you up in his uniform and you'd be lying if you said you guys don't look good together. The two of you make an attractive pair and have the chemistry to match, but he's not Jake and Bradley knows this. 

He has no illusion as to the role he's playing in this. He's well aware that you're doing this because of Jake and he's happy to help a friend. He gets to spend the night with a beautiful woman by his side and he doesn't have to worry about any awkward first date moments. As far as he's concerned, it's a win-win situation.

The Navy went all out this year and your heels click loudly in the huge hallway leading to a ballroom. You come to the top of a grand staircase that leads down into the room below and look over at Bradley. He takes a few steps down before holding out his hand to help you descend.

You take it graciously and it feels like the entire room is staring as the two of you make your entrance. There's already a good amount of people here and you briefly lock eyes with Jake as you reach the last step. He's gawking and you notice an unfamiliar emotion flash in his eyes before looking away, and Bradley leads you to the bar with his hand on the small of your back. 

Jake can't seem to take his eyes off of you as you head in the opposite direction and he feels a knot in the pit of his stomach. As if seeing you walk in with Bradley wasn't bad enough, you're absolutely breathtaking. You look like sin in the deep red dress that glitters in the lights and he has to clamp his jaw shut when he notices a slit that goes all the way up to your upper thigh and the open back.

His attention is pulled away when he hears Chloe's voice asking for another drink, and suddenly everything about her is grating his nerves. He makes his way toward the bar, grateful for the excuse to get away for a minute.

Bradley has you caged in at the bar, his arms on either side of your body as you wait for your drinks. He leans down to your ear to make a joke about one of the higher-ups and you laugh loudly, your head leaning back into his chest. 

Jake hears you before he sees you, and as he takes in the sight before him he wishes he could pluck out his eyeballs. He misses you and your ability to light up the room. You always know how to make him laugh and he didn't realize how stuffy and boring these events are without you by his side.

Sadness is replaced by anger when you turn around and stare up at his teammate with big doe eyes that could bring an entire army to their knees. He turns on his heel and marches back to his table empty-handed, plopping down in his seat with a scowl. He vaguely hears Chloe ask where her drink is and he rattles off some bullshit about the bar being too busy. 

He didn't think you were here with Bradley romantically at first, but as the night wears on he's not so sure anymore. Phoenix had finally arrived and the three of you are laughing loudly as you leaned impossibly further into Bradley. 

Sometime between arriving and now, the line between friendly and flirty became muddled and you and Bradley are getting more and more touchy. He's kept you on the dance floor with a drink in hand the entire night and Jake hasn't crossed your mind once. 

You turn around and stare up at Bradley through long lashes and he reaches up to move some hair out of your face. 

"I'm going to the restroom, I'll be right back." You tell him and he leans down to kiss your forehead before you walk off. 

Jake watches you closely and practically jumps to his feet when he sees you going back upstairs. He waits a couple minutes until you're out of sight before following, not bothering to tell Chloe. He tries to remain calm but takes the stairs two at a time to reach the top quicker. 

He assumes you went to the bathroom and walks down the long hallway before stopping outside the door. He waits patiently and finally, you walk out. You nearly slam into him as he steps in front of you, and scowl.

"Move, Jake." You bite, trying to step around him. He sidesteps and moves forward, and your back slams into the wall. Your eyes widen slightly as he broadens his stance to block you and places his hand next to your head to lean forward. 

"Why are you here with him, dressed like that?" He asks bitterly and your frown. 

"Dressed like what?" You question and he chuckles lowly. 

"Like a goddamn piece of art come to life. I've had to watch you with him all night, and you haven't even glanced my way." He growls and you scoff. 

"Well I could've been here with you, but apparently pussy is worth more than 10 years of whatever the fuck this is." You snap and his eyes soften. 

"Is that really what you think?" He asks softly and you turn your head to look away from him. He grabs your chin between his finger and thumb and gently makes you face him. His heart shatters when he sees tears gathering on your lash line and he reaches his thumb up to swipe them away. 

"I can't pretend anymore." You whisper, and you feel hot tears spill over onto your cheeks. "It's not easy for me to see you with anyone who's not me. That might be selfish, but it's true. You're my whole world and you left me like I was nothing." You sniffle and Jake has never hated himself more. 

"Y/N…" he starts but he's interrupted by footsteps. 

He jumps away from you like he's been burned and his skin crawls when he hears Chloe's shrill voice. 

"Jacob?" She calls and he visibly cringes. He hates being called Jacob, and at that moment he's painfully reminded that she doesn't know him like you do. No one does. She's almost to you when Bradley calls your name. 

He noticed Chloe stomping up the steps and followed her when he realized you and Jake were nowhere to be found. His long legs carry him to you much quicker than Chloe and he glares at Jake when he sees mascara running down your face. 

Jake looks back at you and you stare straight into his eyes, letting him really see how much pain he's causing you. Chloe presses herself into him and scrunches up her nose at the sight of you. 

"Can we talk about this later?" Jake asks and you let out a watery chuckle. 

"You are unbelievable Seresin. I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right?" Your voice is cold and emotionless and it sends a shiver down Jake's back. He's seen what you can be like, but he never ever thought it would be directed at him. 

You turn to Bradley and step into him. "Let's go."

He doesn't ask any questions, he just sends Jake one last glare before guiding you away. You hear Jake call for you but you don't stop walking until you're in front of the bronco. Bradley drives you home and you sit outside in his car for a few minutes. It's starting to rain and you don't want to make the trek inside yet. 

"Do you want me to stay with you?" He offers gently and you shake your head. 

"I'm okay. I'm just going to change and go straight to bed. I'll call you tomorrow." You reply and you press a kiss to his cheek before stepping out into the storm. 

Bradley waits for you to get inside before driving off and the second the door closes, the dam breaks. Your throat burns as you sob and you stumble your way to the bedroom while trying to unzip your dress. 

"Goddamn it! Get the fuck off of me!" You yell before giving up on the zipper and just clawing the gown off in a fit of rage. You chuck it across the room before doing the same with your heels and collapsing onto your bed. 

You stay there for a while and let the anger run its course before standing to put on pajamas. Another cry rips from your lungs when you see one of Jake's old t-shirts and you slam the drawer shut. You end up grabbing blindly from your closet, not wanting to see anything else that belongs to him, and shuffle into the bathroom. 

You haphazardly take off your makeup, not bothering to get the last remnant of mascara smeared on your eyelids before climbing under the covers. 

You're in the middle of crying yourself to sleep when you hear the doorbell. You don't make a move to get up, figuring whoever is at your door at 11 pm can go fuck themselves. You throw the covers off when the doorbell keeps ringing and stalk toward the front door. 

You rip it open to yell at whoever is interrupting your pity party but the words die in your throat when you see Jake standing in the pouring rain, drenched to the bone.

"Why are you here?" You demand and he takes a step forward. You see his hand twitch at his side and you know he's fighting the urge to reach out for you. Jake has always hated when you cry and knowing he's the reason almost makes him collapse. 

"I needed to see you." He yells, the raging storm almost drowning out his voice. 

"Well, you saw me. Now leave." You shout, but he only moves closer. He's almost within arms reach and when he sees the severity of your swollen eyes and splotchy cheeks, he closes the distance. 

You don't resist when his hands come up to cup your face, fully knowing that while he's the one that broke you he's also the only one capable of putting you back together. His eyes rake over your face for a minute and you're about to pull away and slam the door when he speaks.

"Please. Please just listen to me." He begs and despite your brain telling you to walk away, your heart is screaming to let him in. You nod just barely, but Jake catches it. You stay in place, watching as the rain rolls down his face and you can't help but think he looks beautiful. 

He leans forward and presses your foreheads together, letting his eyes fall shut. You do the same, enjoying the closeness while it lasts. His cologne and minty breath completely engulf your senses and you're incapable of forming any thought other than 'Jake'.

"I can't imagine my life without you in it." He croaks and you're taken aback by the raw emotion In his voice. " The way I feel when I'm with you… it's like the rest of the world melts away and I can breathe. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you. I am so in love with you that it scares me." 

You feel fresh tears gather in the corner of your eyes and you whimper. "What about Chloe?" You whisper and he shakes his head. 

"It's you, Y/N. It's always been you." He breathes and in split second, everything changes. Time stands still as his lips meet yours and ten years of love and pining is poured into a searing kiss. 

Your hands come up to grab his forearms as his thumbs trace your cheekbones and everything is forgotten. You melt into him completely as your lips move together and your knees almost give out. 

He bends just enough to pick you up and you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you into the house. His foot kicks the door shut and you run your fingers through his hair as he walks toward the bedroom. 

He sets you down gently on the bed, the kiss never breaking as his body covers yours. You carefully unbutton his uniform and push the jacket off his shoulders before setting it neatly on the nightstand. 

The two of you move slowly, taking each other in as you explore the new territory. You eventually get him stripped down to boxers and he slips your shirt over your head. You opted for an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath and Jake groans. 

"So beautiful." He mumbles into your neck, kissing the exposed skin softly. Finally having Jake like this after so long is overwhelming and you try desperately to memorize every little detail. Your hands run down his back, feeling every muscle that moves as he roams about your body. 

The two of you stay like this for a few minutes, just discovering what each other likes and pulling soft moans out when you find a new sweet spot. Jake licks up the valley between your breasts before stopping at the base of your throat and his hand entangles in your hair at the base of your skull. 

"Please." You whine and Jake peppers your face with kisses as eases into you. After a minute he bottoms out and both of you moan loudly. 

"God, I've wanted this for so long." He rasps and you clench down around him. He sets a slow and steady pace, wanting to feel everything. His hand stays in your hair holding you still while his other arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer. 

You grind down to meet his hips and he gasps in your ear. "Fuck baby, keep doing that." He hisses and you match his rhythm, pushing both of you closer to the edge. He's filling you in all the right ways and as many times as you've thought about this, nothing could ever do justice to the real thing. 

His hips snap forward harder and your back arches into him. "Oh my god, Jake." You sob and he repeats the movement. 

"Say my name again, baby. I want to hear you chant it like a prayer." He pants and you can feel the knot in your belly growing tighter. 

"Please, Jake." You beg and he pulls his head back to look at you. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your mouth is dropped open as a mixture of strangled moans and his name falls from your tongue. It's the most beautiful thing Jake has ever seen. 

"You're doing so good, honey. Look at me, let me see those pretty eyes." He cooes and you force yourself to pry your eyes open. The sight before you is one you never want to forget. Jake is covered in a light sheen of sweat as his chest heaves with heavy breaths, and his face is contorted in pleasure. 

The knowledge that he’s absolutely wrecked because of you is almost enough to make you come. Jake can feel your legs shaking as you draw closer and closer to your high and he shifts your legs up around his waist so he can fuck into you even deeper. 

You scream out as he hits your sweet spot and he makes a mental note for next time. He can tell you won't hold out much longer and with the sounds your making, he's going to be right behind you. 

His head drops down into your neck as he slams into you over and over again and his hips start to stutter. 

"Let go, baby. Let me feel you come all over my cock." He grunts and that's all it takes. Your body convulses in his arms as he coaches you through your orgasm and white-hot fire consumes every nerve ending. You claw at his back as your eyes roll back and your ears start ringing, trying desperately to root yourself to something. 

"I got you, baby. You look so pretty like this." Jake praises and he feels himself come undone as you spasm around him. He jolts forward with a loud groan as he spurts into you before collapsing onto your chest. 

You both stay there for a few minutes, your bodies hot as your hearts race inside your chest. Once the two of you have come down, Jake stands up and starts searching for a towel. You're glued in place, every muscle in your body already sore and aching. 

He cleans you up before kissing you softly and pulling you under the covers with him. Your limbs are like jello and Jake chuckles as you flop wherever he puts you. It feels like a matter of seconds before you start dozing off cuddled into his side and he presses his lips to your temple. 

"I love you." He whispers and you hum in acknowledgment. You mutter a soft 'I love you too' before falling into a blissful sleep, finally right where you belong.

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Let Me Go (Epilogue)

Pairing: Hangman x f!reader, Rooster x f!reader

Warnings: none, teenagers being teenagers, ANGST (but you knew that), bittersweet ending

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: Reader is married and shares a child with Hangman, Life and circumstance drives reader into Rooster’s arms, but Hangman isn’t giving up that easily

A/N: Here it is the epilogue of Let Me Go. I can't believe this story that I thought of during my commute to work last summer, a story that I didn't anyone but me would care about is now at its official end. Even if it did take almost a year, and several hiatuses to get here. I will admit this past year has been some of the hardest of my life, with so many changes and obstacles I've gone through. But this story, this community has always been a safe space for me to run to. I'm sure that not everyone will be happy with how I chose to end this story, but this past year has taught me to trust my instincts as a writer and I will not please everyone, but I hope you understand why I went with what I did. I don't know if you all know this but Let Me Go is actually the first full-length multi-part series I've ever created, and I just wanted to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for taking this journey with me. Whether you've been here from the beginning, if you're a casual reader, someone who has waited months for me to update, to the people who have left me kind and supportive comments, and even to those who weren't necessarily the kindest. Thank you. Enough with all of that, without further ado, Let Me Go the final FINAL part.

Declan Belmont had Astrid pressed against the brick wall at the back of their high school. They definitely should not have been skipping 4th period, but the feeling of how soft her lips against his and the sounds of her whimpers as he grabbed the skin of her hips, definitely made him forget about the important test review they were currently missing. 

“Dec, slow down.” She pulled herself away from him, trying to even her breath. 

“We are not hooking up next to the soccer field.” She told him with a raised eyebrow. 

He let out an exaggerated groan before turning them both around until Declan’s back was the one against the wall. 

“Fine, fair enough” He chuckled as he gave his girlfriend a small peck on the lips. 

“I can’t help it, you look so good today.” He sighed pressing his face into her collarbone breathing in her scent. 

“I can’t keep my hands off of you.” He mumbled into her chest. 

Astrid let out a giggle, pulling his face away from her.

“You say that everyday.” 

“And it’s true!” He exclaimed

“Every. Single. Day” He pecked her lips in between every word. 

“You’re such a dork.” 

“YOUR dork.” 

“Ew you sound just like my dad.” She said, feigning a disgusted face. 

“Speaking of your dad, when are you going to introduce me to your family?” Declan asks her, his once joking demeanor fading to nervousness. 

Astrid backed away from his touch, putting distance between them. 

“Dec..” 

“Come on Atty! We’ve been official for almost 6 months! You’ve met my mom, my brother, even my stupid cousin.”

“Your cousin doesn’t count, we have trig together.” You pointed out.

“Okay fine, but besides the point, you’ve met them!” 

“Are you ashamed of me?” He asked solemnly

“No! That’s not it Dec! My family is just…” Astrid stops to piece together her thoughts.

“They’re absolutely insane!” 

“My aunts and uncles are so loud ALL THE TIME. It’s basically impossible to get ANY work done whenever they’re around.” 

“Don’t get me started on how nosey my Uncle Mickey gets. Like I think that man forgets that he’s nearing 50 and does not need to know why Beca from fourth grade and I aren’t friends anymore.” 

“Or how my Aunt Nat and Uncle Bob, LOVE to torture my dad and the sweet little imbecile he is always takes the bait.”

Astrid didn’t notice how intense her tirade was until she felt her face heating up and Declan staring at her in amusement.

“Sorry..” she told him embarrassed at her outburst. 

“You should really breathe in between monologues, you were turning blue babe.” 

“See what I mean? They make me CRAZY, and I didn’t want you to see that side of me quite yet.” Astrid admitted.

Declan chuckled before approaching Astrid, wrapping his arms around her waist, and using a finger to have her look up at him. 

“In case you haven’t noticed, I happen to like your crazy.” Declan kisses the pout off of Astrid’s face. 

“And I really like you, and I don’t see anything short of you committing murder, changing that.” 

“Can I get that in writing?” 

“I’ll even get it notarized.” 

“Lucky for you, my family’s monthly barbeque is happening tomorrow, and I can maybeee get you an invitation.”

“Aw you’d do that for me babe?” 

“I guess, and I do happen to know the host of the party.” 

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Declan felt a knot form in his stomach as he stood outside Astrid's house, trying to muster the courage to knock on the door. He knew he shouldn't be nervous, but he couldn't help the feeling of apprehension that was creeping up on him. What if her family didn't like him? What if he did something embarrassing? What if he accidentally insulted someone?

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Technically this was his idea, and Astrid had continually warned him about her family’s many quirks but assured him that they did have good hearts. But she didn’t elaborate further. Declan now mentally kicked himself for not asking more questions about them, now he was going into this meeting blind with no preparation or any talking points. 

“Fucking Amateur Hour Declan!” He muttered to himself, there’s no going back and changing the past now. He couldn’t stand on the front porch forever. 

Finally, he raised his hand and knocked on the door. He could hear the sounds of laughter and conversation coming from inside the house, and his nerves intensified. After what felt like an eternity, the door swung open and he was greeted by an older man, a silver fox with a broad chest wearing a leather military flight jacket. He wasn’t very tall but it didn’t make him any less terrifying. 

“So you’re the boy our little Astrid has been seeing.”  He greeted Declan with a grin 

The man had a warm smile and Declan felt himself release the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. 

Declan held out a hand towards the older man to shake. 

“No need for all of that son, welcome to the party!” 

The older man pulled Declan into a hug, clapping him on the back and dragging him into the house. 

“Don’t scare him off Pete, he just got here!” A beautiful older woman with brown shoulder length hair and kind eyes laughed at the man. 

“Sorry about him Declan, he’s just excited.”

“I’m Penny, and this is Pete.”

“Call me Mav, son.” He smiled at Declan. 

They led him to the back of the house towards the glass doors with a deck where he had a a clear view into the backyard. 

He saw a handful of men and women standing around the large yard. They held themselves in a way that made it obvious that they were military despite being out of uniform. 

Declan felt his previous nervousness return, feeling his throat get dry. He placed his hand on the door to open it, when he realized that he never properly greeted Astrid’s parents. 

“I am so sorry, I was so nervous that I forgot my manners. It’s so nice to finally meet you Mr. and Mrs Seresin.” Declan beamed at the older couple. 

“Astrid is an amazing girl and its an honor to meet the people that raised her.”

Penny and Mav stared at Declan in confusion before bursting into laughter. 

Declan stood confused at the sudden outburst. 

After they settled down, Mav clapped a hand on Declan’s shoulder. 

“You flatter us son. But we’re not Astrid’s parents.”

“I am Atty’s godmother, and Mav here is her grandpa.” 

“Hey! You say that like I’m old!” Mav pouted.

“If I’m her grandpa that makes you her grandma.” He pointed out.

“No way old man, I am perfectly happy being Auntie Penny.” 

“Yeah Yeah.” Mav wrapped an arm around Penny’s waist giving her a kiss on the temple. 

Declan felt slightly awkward watching this interaction, he wasn’t exactly used to PDA from adult couples, mostly due to his own family history of divorce. But most of it stemmed from the embarassment of wrongly assuming his girfriend’s parentage. 

“You can relax son, we definitely helped her parents with babysitting and carpool, but we can’t take credit for the woman she’s become.” Mav explained. 

“And don’t worry about us, if Atty likes you, then we like you.” 

“And that goes for all those other meatheads out in the backyard.” Penny reassured him. 

Declan nodded as the couple led him to the outside. 

“Look whos here!” Mav announced to the other attendants of the barbeque. 

The group waved and roared with excitement, greeting Declan from his vantage point on the deck. 

“Hey Dec!” His girlfriend greeted him. 

Declan momentarily forgot his troubles as he took in his girlfriend’s appearance. She looked like sunshine in her frilly yellow sundress, her head adorned with a puffy white headband, her smile beaming as she walked towards Declan’s position on the deck. 

“You’ll be okay son, we all got your back. The only person here you need to impress is that guy.” Mav pointed at a younger man, taller and somehow more menacing looking, manning the grill. 

Declan took a hard gulp as Astrid finally approached him, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the stairs of the deck towards a gathering of 3. 

“Dec, This is my Auntie Nat, Uncle Bob, and Uncle Mickey.” 

“Guys, this is Declan Belmont, my boyfriend.” 

“Nice to meet you Declan.” The woman greeted him. 

The shorter man with wire framed glasses simply smiled and nodded at Declan in greeting. 

The final man, seemed to be of hispanic descent with short buzzed hair. 

He surprised Declan by pulling him into a hug. 

“Its nice to finally put a face to a name!” Uncle Mickey beamed at Declan. 

“We all know how picky our Atty can get, so you must be something special.” 

Uncle Mickey pulled back on hug before throwing an arm around Declan’s shoulders and pulled him aside from the group and whispering. 

“ I want to know everything, do you know what you want to do after graduation? Anything you’re thinking of studying? How did you and Astrid meet? Do you love her?”

“Uncle Mickey!”

“Fanboy!” 

The other members of the group obviously heard everything from the forced huddle despite Mickey’s attempt at whispering. 

“We’ll reconvene later.” He gave a final whisper before turning back around to the rest of the group. 

Declan found purchase by Astrid’s side one again wrapping an arm around her wasit. 

“Oh no you won’t Uncle Mickey.” Astrid glared at Fanboy. 

“Yeah leave the damn boy alone.” Phoenix added. 

Bob stood silently in the middle amusement clear on his face, holding in his laughter. 

“But mija, How am I supposed to find out?”

“Fanboy, the boy has been here less than 5 minutes and you’re already giving him the third degree.” Phoenix rolled her eyes at her frend. 

“I just wanna get to know him better, see why Atty likes him so much.” 

“And don’t act like I’m the only one who’s curious” Fanboy pointed at his friends. 

“You know what, you’re right!” Bob finally spoke out. 

“I do wanna know.” 

Natasha stared at her friends in disbelief, before her face released its scowl in a look of agreement with the two men. Crossing the middle and standing by the two male daggers. 

“Traitor!” Astrid frowned at her aunt. 

“Sorry kiddo, Fanboy’s got a point”

Astrid’s face turned red in embarrassment. 

“Y’all promised to be cool.” Astrid pouted. 

The three aviators shot her an apologetic look with a shrug. 

Declan felt so much warmth and joy from watching his girlfriend interact with her family, despite their antics they all clearly deeply for one another. Almost made him forget about the menacing man across the yard watching his every move. Especially at his hand placement.

He quickly took his hand off of Astrid’s waist. Which took her by surprise, and made her think that he was horrified at her crazy family. 

“I am so sorry about them Dec. I asked them to be normal ” Astrid turned to him with pleading eyes.

Declan was confused at her uneasiness

“Don’t be! I think they’re sweet.” He replied joyfully. 

“And I will be happy to answer any and all questions you all ask me.” Declan announced to the three before distractedly looking off to the distance back to the man by the grill. 

“Then why did you..?” Astrid began to ask but trailed off as she followed her boyfriend’s line of sight, her aunt and uncles doing the same. 

“Ahh, the big man.” Mickey deduced. 

“Him? A Big Man?” 

“Are we looking at the same person right now?” Phoenix raised an eyebrow at her friend.

“I mean yeah he’s not a big man to us, but imagine how Declan feels right now.”

“Guys, you’re not making it any better.” Astrid sighed. 

“Don’t worry about him, he only looks like a grizzly bear, in actuality he is a big soft teddy bear.” Phoenix reassured the boy. 

Declan was still frozen in his place, feeling smaller he’s ever felt in his life. 

“He’s gotta meet him at some point kid, go rip the bandaid off.” Phoenix reminded her niece. 

“You’re probably right Aunt Nat.” Astrid sighed. 

“Come on Dec, lets go.” Astrid grabbed Declan’s hand and dragged him towards the grill. 

“Dad!” Astrid exclaimed as walked towards the aviator, with Declan in tow. 

“This is my boyfriend Declan.”

Declan felt frozen in place, never feeling quite as intimidated as he had in this exact moment. He outstretched a hand, a gulp trapped in his throat. The older man gave his hand a firm shake, his grip tightening and holding Declan’s in a steel grip, staring him down. 

“Dad, stop it.” Astrid chastised the man after several agonizing seconds that felt like hours to Declan.  

“But its so funny.” 

The man released his grip and his entire demeanor changed in that exact moment, like a light switch being flipped. The stoic look on his face changed to a dopey grin. 

“You should’ve seen your face! You look like you’re gonna pee your pants!” The older man chuckled. 

Declan laughed awkwardly alongside the aviator. 

“I’m sorry Dec, my dad thinks he’s funny.” 

“You used to think I was funny.” Astrid’s dad pouted.

“Yeah when I was 4”

“When I also used to think mac and cheese and mashed potatoes mixed together was the greatest food to exist.” 

“But Atty…you still think that.” Declan muttered. 

The two men maintained eye contact with one another, their grins slowly getting larger before bursting into laughter. 

Astrid stood still in her spot, a frown planted on her face. 

“Come on babe, just joking around with your dad.” 

“I think I liked you better when you were afraid of everyone.” She glared at her boyfriend. 

“Sir, has she always been this intense?” 

“Yup, even when she was a little girl, terrifying minimum wage teenage face painters who merely suggested to paint her as a butterfly, insisting yoshi was cooler.” 

“Please tell me you have a picture sir.” 

“Come on.. You know I do.” Both men laughing with one another once again. 

“I can’t believe you two are ganging up on me!” Astrid exclaimed.

“And I still stand with that previous claim, Yoshi is cooler than a butterfly.”

“You’re just further proving our point babe.” Declan smiled, reaching for Astrid’s hand once again, now feeling more comfortable. 

She dropped his hand in a huff, folding her arms across her chest. 

“I’m not a big fan of whatever.” 

“This.” waving a finger between the two men 

 “Is”

“Come on Little Chick! I thought you wanted me to get along with your boyfriend.” The mustached man pointed out. 

“Well the two of you can get along all you want in this corner, I’m going to talk to Uncle Javy and Uncle Reuben. At least they’re nice to me.” Astrid pouted as she walked away from Rooster and Declan.

Declan had the biggest smile plastered on his face watching his girlfriend walk away. 

“She’s something isn’t she?” Rooster referred to Astrid’s retreating figure. 

“That she is.”

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Declan was honestly having a really nice time. He couldn’t remember the last time that he was at an event with extended family. It was just him, his mom, and his brother (sometimes his aunt and cousin) for as long as he could remember. Large in part due to the divorce and his dad constantly traveling for work. So it meant a lot to him that Astrid’s family welcomed him with open arms.

He had spent the better part of the hour asking Astrid’s family members funny embarrassing stories from her childhood, and he also got to meet Astrid’ Uncle Javy and Uncle Reuben, with a few more attendees joining. 

Declan was currently helping Astrid’s dad with the grill, with Mav often coming around to nitpick  the younger men’s work. And Rooster telling him to “fuck off, old man”, with Astrid and Penny laughing at their antics. 

What confused Declan was the lack of appearance from Astrid’s mom. Astrid had never mentioned having a single father so Declan knew that she probably had a mom. 

He was about to open his mouth to ask when he was interrupted by the sound of the backyard fence opening and his girlfriend’s booming voice. 

“Daddy!” 

Daddy? Wasn’t Declan already standing next to her dad?

An older blonde man dressed in service khakis had arms wide open for Astrid as she ran towards him nearly knocking him over. 

“Bagman!” Astrid’s (other?) dad exclaimed. 

The other attendees of the party approached the man. 

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Phoenix smirked

“We thought you’d be out in the Pacific for a few more weeks.” Payback commented. 

“Well y’all know me, I get shit done.”

“Plus, I missed little Pixie over here.” He answered hugging his daughter once more. 

How did Declan not know that his girlfriend had two dads? How heteronormative for him to assume that his girlfriend had a typical nuclear family? Then again she’s never mentioned too much of her family. 

The aviators threw greetings and questions at Hangman, with the man in question trying his best to answer them all. 

Declan stood at the edge of the crowd, bewildered at the new addition. Jake noticed the unfamiliar boy amongst the group.

He parted the group stopping all conversation and made eye contact with Declan. 

“Now, whos this?” Jake asked walking towards the boy. 

“Oh, daddy this is Declan. My boyfriend.” Astrid smiled introducing him. 

“Boyfriend already?” Jake turned to Bradley. 

“I thought we had more time.”

“Thats exactly what I was thinking, I was not ready.” Bradley clapped jake on the shoulder. 

“I am 16. I am more than ready. You should be too” Astrid rolled her eyes at the two men. 

“As long as you’re not ready for other things.” Bradley raised an eyebrow at the girl while Jake gave Declan a death glare. 

Astrid’s cheeks turned bright red. 

“Dad, Daddy, you’re embarassing me!” She was mortified at their behavior. 

“We just wanna make sure this boy is not gonna pressure you into something you’re not comfortable with.” Jake explained. 

“I would never sirs!” Declan interjected. 

“I can vouch for him Hangman, hes a good kid.” Bradley responded. 

“I’m going inside, this is mortifying.” Astrid ran into the house. 

“Do you need me to-?” Decaln started to follow behind her before being stopped by Jake. 

“She’ll be fine son, you stay right here.”

“ Rooster might’ve vouched for you but I’m still gonna take a peek under your hood. Make my own conclusion.” Jake led Declan to the outdoor seating beside the deck stairs. 

“So Declan right? You got a last name?” Jake asked as they both sat down.

“Belmont sir.” 

“Belmont? As in Vice Admiral Richard Belmont?” He inquired. 

“Yes sir, he’s my father.” 

“I know your dad, he works right under me, good man, dedicated to the work, dedicated to his country.”

“He works under you?” 

The pieces finally connected in Declan’s brain. Astrid Seresin. Seresin. Commander of the Pacific Fleet, Admiral Jacob Seresin. 

How did not put that together before? 

Declan stood up abruptly, assuming a salute stance. 

“I’m sorry to be disrespectful sir, I did not know you were THE Admiral Seresin.” 

“My father taught me better than that.”

“At ease son, no need for all of that.” Admiral Seresin chuckled

Declan dropped the salute but still remained standing in stance. 

“Did Astrid not tell you?”

“No sir, we did not speak too much about our families.” 

“Well if you’re really afraid of being disrespectful, kid, you gotta know that all of these people are decorated officers.” 

“Them right there are Captains Avalone, Lennox, Lee, and Bassett.” He said pointing to the men and woman that Astrid introduced as Uncles Billy, Brig, Logan, and Auntie Callie.

“Maverick was also captain before he retired.”

“Over there are Rear Admirals Floyd, Garcia, Finch, and Machado.” 

Uncle Bob, Uncle Mickey, Uncle Reuben and Uncle Javy. 

“Finally, Old Rooster and Phoenix over there. Vice Admiral Trace, and Admiral Bradshaw.”

“Holy Shit.” Declan gulped. 

“So you better treat our Astrid right, if you’re smart you can forsee how people with our experience can ruin your life, in more ways than one.” Admiral Seresin warned. 

“Understood sir.”

Declan shifted in his spot, desperate to change the subject from the possible harm that would befall him if he ever made the mistake of hurting his girlfriend. 

“So my father works under you, sir? Last I spoke to him he was stationed to the Pacific.”

“Yes, that’s where I just returned from. Your dad is still out there though.” 

“Yeah I figured, I reckon he would’ve called by now.” Declan tried to hide his disappointment. 

Jake read him easily however. He quickly remembered his absence from his daughter’s life earlier in her childhood. Immediately feeling sorry for the boy, he motioned for him to sit once again

“I get it, it's hard, I wasn’t around much for Astrid’s childhood, I was too focused on getting to.. Well here.” 

“Was it worth it sir?” 

“Not sure I can answer that, I missed a lot, but I was lucky enough to have someone who understood my ambitions.” 

“I don’t know how y’all did it sir, especially since you being the Commander of the Pacific fleet and Atty’s other dad also being an Admiral.” 

“And especially with the stigma you two had to face with the Navy.” 

“It was a little weird and difficult at first. But Astrid made it worth it. And Bradshaw has been a big help.”

“Well you two raised an amazing daughter. How long have you been together?” Declan inquired, knowing about the rampant homophobia that still unfortunately plagued the military branch. 

But seeing how well respected and high in rank the two men were he knew that couldn’t have been easy, but now they’re both in positions where no one would dare to criticize them.

“How long have we..? Wait. Do you think me and Bradshaw are..” Admiral Seresin broke out into boisterous laughter.

“Hey Rooster! Get over here!” Declan looked at the older man in confusion as the second Admiral made his way to the duo. 

“What’s up Bagman?” Rooster responded as he halted his jog. 

“Come and give me some sugar.” Jake chuckled as he brought Bradley into a tight embrace planting a wet kiss on his cheek.

Declan felt his face heat up at the PDA presented in front of him by his girlfriend’s fathers.

Bradley stumbled back after Jake released his hold, a look of amusement on his face. 

Hangman threw an arm around the other aviator. 

“Not that I’m complaining, but not sure how my wife is gonna feel about you planting one on me Bagman,” 

Rooster laughed.

Wife? Now Declan was even more confused than before. Astrid’s dad has a wife and is also with her other dad? Is the wife okay with this? Is the wife also with Commander Seresin?

Declan felt a migraine coming on from the heavy wheels spinning in his mind trying to piece together his girlfriend’s interesting family dynamic. 

“Nicholas Bradshaw! If you don’t stop running right now, you’re not getting any Ice cream!” 

Declan’s thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a woman that looked like a more mature, not necessarily older version of his girlfriend making her way down the deck, running after a little boy that looked like a miniature version of Admiral Bradshaw.

Is this the wife? She was very beautiful.  Admiral Bradshaw is a lucky man. 

Declan had so many questions. The boy he gathered was Astrid’s little brother. And then the woman , possibly her mom??? Declan just became more confused with every passing minute.

Both Admirals stared at the woman in adoration as she chased after the boy.

“But Momma, Uncle Jakey is here!” The boy ran into Admiral Seresin’s arms who picked him up with a chuckle. 

“No love for your dad buddy?” Rooster feigned hurt. 

“Uncle Jakey. Toy please.” 

“Ouch! Little man, and here I thought you were just happy to see me.” Jake answered also feigning hurt.

“Sweets! Come and meet Pixie’s boyfriend.”

“Sorry for messing with you Dec, you just made it too easy.” 

“Now who’s this?” The woman approached their chattering.

She had kind eyes and a beautiful smile. She was dressed in a sundress that almost mimicked the one his girlfriend was wearing except in an emerald color. 

“Declan, Ma’am nice to meet you.” Declan nervously held out hand to the woman who shook it gently.

“I’m Astrid’s mom, y/n. And you must be the boyfriend we’ve hardly heard anything about.”

That one annoying song that his sister used to sing non-stop, Stacy’s Mom he thinks it’s called, never made more sense to him than at that moment.

Don’t get him wrong, Declan loved Astrid, more than anything. But in some kind of alternate universe where they weren’t together and he didn’t know her and her entire family. He would proudly declare her a MILF, but at risk of pissing off his girlfriend, her grandpa, godmother, her large array of uncles and aunts, and her dads who also happened to be top ranking navy officers, he would never admit it to another soul.

“So where have you been hiding?” Astrid’s mom asked jokingly.

“Mom! Dad! Daddy!” Astrid shouted as she exited the house and jogged down to the outdoor furniture.

Astrid slid into the gap between Declan’s arm and torso, laying a hand on his chest.

“Stop giving him the third degree.” She glared at her parents. 

“Hey! I was just introducing myself to Declan here since you refused to give your poor mother anything.” Her mom pouted while poking Astrid on the tip of her nose. 

Astrid stuck a tongue out at the older woman.

“Yeah okay mom, stop acting like you didn’t grill me about Dec last night.” Pointing a finger at y/n.

“It’s not cute, mother.” 

“Your mother happens to be very cute.” Bradley wrapped an arm around the older woman planting a kiss on her forehead. 

Jake nodded in quiet agreement, but Declan noticed a glimpse of sadness behind his eyes. He wonders what’s that about.

“Ewww Mom and Dad, can you please not do that in front me and Dec.” Astrid exclaimed, further burying her face into the crook of Declan’s neck. 

“How come you two can have PDA and me and your dad can’t?” Her mom responded. 

“Because you’re old.” 

“Don’t listen to her Sweets, you’re as beautiful as the day I met you.” Jake chuckled. 

“Atty!” A small voice originating from lower ground whined. 

“Oh her buddy!” Astrid kneeled down to her little brother’s height. 

“Did you have a good practice?” She asked grabbing Nick’s little body into her lap tickling his neck and making him laugh hysterically. 

“I want kiss!.” He shouted through his giggles.

“Anything for you Goosey!” Astrid covered her little brother’s face in kisses. 

“Momma too!” 

“Oh of course my little goose.” Y/n laughed as she kneeled down to the same level as her children. 

“What a lucky little dude.” Bradley smiled. 

The two other men chuckled watching the love fest before them. 

“Not to interrupt your little family time but since you were distracted Bradley, I took it upon myself to cook the steaks PROPERLY.” Maverick shouted across the backyard. 

“Come and get your steaks!” 

“Oh sweet, steak grandpa mav style is my favorite.” Astrid exclaimed picking up her little brother and making her way to the grill, Declan close in tow. 

“Yay steak!” Nick cheered

“Is it ‘Hurt Dad’s feelings day’, Little Chick?” Bradley groaned as he followed the rest of the group to the food. 

Jake hung back watching the sight before him. His daughter, so grown up, so beautiful, smart, and headstrong. Just like her mother. 

Jake thought back to Declan’s earlier question. Was it all worth it? Those 4 years where y/n and Astrid away was some of the loneliest of his life. He honestly took that time to take every deployment, work every detachment, and because Y/n needed time to think, he for that time being never felt guilty for his ambition.

.Y/n could never be malicious enough to keep him away from his daughter. She gave him every opportunity to be involved.  Of course, he visited his daughter as often as he could. But it definitely was not often enough. His work was all he had, he thought, so he threw himself into it completely. Up to the point where he finally surpassed Rooster. 

When those four years were up it was clear where his priorities lied, and in a way he understood what Y/N said before. He was selfish for making her take a back seat to it for so long, when she and their daughter deserved so much more than that. 

It honestly didn’t surprise him when Y/N chose Bradshaw in the end, he was there for Y/N and for Astrid when he couldn’t. It didn’t make it hurt any less though. He definitely had some dark years after that. Years where he would go months into his work, not bothering to keep in touch with his ex-wife and daughter. 

No one heard from his for an entire year after he caught wind of their wedding and Bradshaw legally adopting his daughter. 

All he had was his career, his ambitions, it was the only thing keeping him going. He thought that’s all he needed. It should have been enough. His lifelong longing should it been quenched when he was promoted to Admiral, a full 4 years before Bradshaw. He finally won. 

But did he really? 

He threw himself into a drunken stupor at the Hard Deck, ‘happily’ celebrating his promotion. Alone. Completely Alone. 

But Y/N, sweet and strong Y/N, walked into the bar. And dragged him to his feet pulling him to his senses. 

“I gave you space all these years Jake because I thought it was what you needed. I know the news about me and Bradley was not going to bve easy for you so I stayed away, I didn’t want you to think we were rubbing it in your face. I didn’t say anything when you went years making Astrid feel like she didn’t have a father, Bradley stepped in because that is the type of man he is and he loves her. But that deosn’t change the fact that you’re her father, she still looks for you every birthday, checks the news to make sure nothing bad has happened to you, still tears up whenever she sees or hears Pixie Sticks. We may have not worked out Jake, but that doesn’t mean you abandon her.” Jake hadn’t seen so much pain in your eyes since that final night before you left. 

“She doesn’t want to see me. You left me.”

“Exactly. I left you Jake. Your daughter didn’t.” 

“ And all she wants now is you to show up and apologize for the years you missed and eat the cake she baked for you for your promotion, instead of sitting here wasting away alone”

“She baked me a cake?” Jake asked his eyes filled with tears and hope for the first time in over 7 years. 

“Yeah she did. Even wrote “Congrats Daddy” on it with light green frosting to match your eyes.”

You nodded. 

“Okay, take me to see Pixie.” He smiled. 

That was 5 odd or so years ago. It took a lot of work but through endless groveling, apologies, and carefully curated gifts. Rooster finally forgave him. 

Just kidding, Astrid forgave him. Of course she says that there was no forgiving needed to be done in the first place, the young girl knew that her dad had things to work out on his own before he was ready to come home to her. But Hangman knew better and he made sure to make up for the 7 years of missed birthdays, holidays, and just regular Daddy-Daughter time, and as an admiral he had more leeway to pick his schedule and deployments. 

Things with Rooster also got better, despite his years of resentment towards the man, he definitely appreciated the care that he gave you and your daughter in his absence (even if he didn’t appreciate the way it begun). After a couple years of awkwardness where the two men couldn’t be left alone in a room together, they found a mutual respect and admiration for both of their work and dedication to the Navy. 

The two were definitely more alike than they realized, it just took an intense rivalry, a couple of punches thrown, a few black eyes, a pair of bruised jaws, a divorce, a wedding and adoption, and a couple of years of close proximity to unlock.

From there bloomed a friendship that can’t be described by anything other than a total “bromance”.

As he stood in the yard contemplating his journey to that moment, he was pulled out of his thoughts by your hand caressing his cheek. 

“How you doing Zuko?” You smiled at him with bright eyes. 

“I’m doing good Sweets.” 

“Just thinking about how fast time has passed.” He explained.

“It has been a wild ride hasn’t it?” You responded, dropping your hand, placing it back to your side. 

Jake felt cold from the removal of your hand, his body still searching for your warth even after all these years. He tried to hide his disappointment from his face but you knew him better than that. 

“You know I will always love you, right Jake?” You smiled at him sympathetically. 

“We’ve been through so much together, and even though it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine, I will be eternally grateful to you.” 

“You gave me her.” Your eyes twinkled looking at Astrid. 

“And you know I will never get over you right?” Jake responded, his voice thick with melancholy. 

“Maybe…” You began.

“But I hope someday you will. Our love, our connection was so filled with fight and fire, and I loved it… I loved you. But after all of that, we were just left with ashes.” You looked at him, your smile bittersweet. 

“You taught me how to love Jake, and loving you, prepared me to love him.” You gestured to Bradshaw. 

“To love them.” 

You looked lovingly at your family, your friends, your husband, your children. 

“Promise me Jake, that when the time comes. You will take that love, the love you had for me, the love we shared, and you will use it to love someone who deserves it.”

“Because you deserve someone amazing, someone who will love better than I ever did.” 

You walked backwards towards the others, flashing him that same smile that started all of this, before turning around and walking away. 

“Okay.” He smiled to himself, joining the rest of the party. 

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the devil in her | b. bradshaw

description: in which he relinquishes all control

warnings: 18+, smut, dom/sub dynamic, unprotected piv sex, sub!bradley, overstimulation, oral (f!receiving), exhibitionism, orgasm denial, face sitting, begging, bradley loves it when ur mean to him

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x nondescript f!reader (third person pov, no use of y/n)

notes: i've plagiarized myself here and taken this work from my old blog. what else is new

He was so done for.

He should have known it the very moment he saw that wicked glint in her beautiful eyes, the all-knowing smile that graced her lovely features. She had such power over him in that moment, that he hardly knew what to do with himself.

What he should have done in the very beginning was say no. Absolutely not, I will not do this. But he was a sucker for her soft, coaxing voice and her comforting touch, pleading with him to humor her. How could he resist? Besides, he loved the thrill just as much as she did. He just wouldn’t admit it out loud.

But now here he was, so close to losing his sanity. And there she sat, a smirk plastered on her pretty face, glass of wine perched between her fingers. She looked so at ease, as if she wasn’t absolutely destroying him with each passing minute. And it pissed him off, the way that she could maintain such a poker face. She was going to kill him, and there would be a smile on her face the entire time she did it.

"Baby...please." His voice was hoarse, desperate. Those sweet brown eyes bored into her own, pleading with her to show him mercy.

She shrugged, taking a sip of the rich wine that filled her glass. "I'm sorry, I haven't the slightest idea as to what you're talking about."

Bradley jerked forward in his chair, jaw clenching. "Dammit, I-"

She set her glass down, eyebrows raising at his unfinished outburst. "You what? What are you going to do, Bradley?"

He sat back then, cheeks burning like fire. He'd agreed to this, after all. For the first time in their relationship, he'd allowed her to take the reins. He'd always been the dominant one by default, but when she’d brought up the idea of switching roles for a night, he hadn't been opposed to it.

But now it seemed that this side of her had been laying dormant for quite some time, just waiting for the right moment to pounce, much like a cat closing in on its prey.

He was in the middle of a restaurant, squirming uncomfortably in his seat. His dick was aching, and the painful pleasure was unrelenting, all thanks to the vibrating stainless steel cock ring she'd fitted on him. He was not allowed to take it off without her say-so, and she wasn’t planning on giving him permission to do so anytime soon.

"I-if you don't turn it down, I'm going to come." He tried to warn her. The prospect of having an orgasm in the midst of a public setting both terrified and turned him on to no end. It was an odd sensation, to say the least. 

She slid her thumb over the little remote clutched in her palm. With a devious smile, she turned it up a setting, and Bradley was reaching forward to clutch the table, knuckles going white. "Baby, I swear to fucking-"

"Stop talking and I'll turn it down."

Instantly, his mouth clamped shut, and she turned the vibrations down a few notches, giving him just a little reprieve. Bradley relaxed only slightly, body sagging back against his chair. They were in a more quiet corner of the restaurant, per her specific request. But it was still very much public, and he was trying desperately not to give away his current predicament.

Idly, she stabbed her fork into her food, popping a bite into her mouth and chewing it before speaking again. "This is going to be a long night for you, babe," she mused. She planned on torturing him for as long as she could, until he was fucked out and incoherent. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t done to her countless times before.

A pathetic whine escaped his throat, and he shifted uncomfortably, grinding his teeth. "I never should have agreed to this," he hissed bitterly, soon falling silent as their waitress flounced up to the table.

"How is everything?" She asked, face illuminated with a sweet smile.

"Just fine," Bradley’s girl replied.

"Does anyone need anything?"

"The check."

"Another glass of wine." They both answered at the same time, and she shot Bradley a look. He wanted nothing more than to get out of that restaurant and get home so he could finally have his sweet release.

"You're driving," he growled lowly.

She only shrugged. "You drove here, you're driving us home," she simply replied. The girl standing at the head of the table looked a little uncomfortable, sensing she was in the presence of what would soon turn into an argument.

"I'll have another glass of wine. My boyfriend will have a glass of water, thank you.”

The waitress nodded, soon scurrying away. Bradley leaned forward again, eyes wide. "I can't drive like this! It's too much of a distraction!"

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm only giving you a taste of your own medicine. That time when you finger fucked me under the table while we were at that one restaurant with the rest of the squad? That other time you made me wear a vibrator to that stupid Navy benefit a few months ago and wouldn't let me come the entire time? Yeah, you totally deserve this."

"Yeah, well when you get turned on it's a lot easier for you to hide. When I get turned on it's fucking visible and almost impossible to conceal!"

She narrowed her eyes at him, lowering her voice as she spoke. "I have the power to make sure you don't get an orgasm at all. I'll have you go to bed hard and miserable. Is that what you want? To be punished?"

Yet again, his cheeks went pink, and he leaned back against his chair, suddenly feeling embarrassed. He wasn't used to this. "Sorry," he muttered.

"That's better." She looked up to see the waitress returning with her wine and Bradley’s water. Once the glasses were set before them, she decided to have some mercy on her boyfriend. "We'll take the check now, please."

Bradley sighed in relief, mouthing a thank you, her way. She only smiled wickedly, already starting on her second glass of wine. Wine always did bring out the devil in her, which meant the night was only just beginning.

After drinking only half the glass and paying the bill, she rose from the table, grabbing her coat and slipping into it. Bradley followed suit, though he held his coat over his arm, lowering it enough to cover the obvious arousal between his legs. She linked arms with him, and they strolled out of the restaurant together, looking completely at ease, save for the obvious blush spread across Bradley’s face and neck.

The evening air bit into her skin the moment she stepped outside, causing goosebumps to rise as she leaned into his side. Without missing a beat, she grinned to herself, taking that moment to turn up the setting on the little remote she held in her hand. Abruptly, Bradley stopped right in the middle of the parking lot, a grunt tearing itself from his throat.

"Fuck," he swore out loud.

"C'mon," she prodded, taking his hand and tugging him along. His fingers dug painfully into her palm, his entire body tense as they reached the car. He fumbled for the keys, the metal slipping through his trembling hands in the process. Yet again, he cursed, before bending down to pick the object up.

Moments later, he managed to get the car unlocked, prompting them both to climb inside. He scrambled to start the car, pulling his seatbelt over his body. She watched him in amusement, the way he was trembling with frustration, shifting constantly, trying to alleviate the pressure rising within him. She held so much power over him, and she was relishing in it.

He didn’t waste any time as he backed out of the parking spot, trying his best to focus as he did so. Once he was out on the main road, she took that as her chance to torture him further. All in good fun, of course.

Pushing her seat back a little to give herself room, she pulled her legs up, parting them as she did so. She slid the hand that wasn't clutching the remote up her inner thigh, pushing up the fabric of her dress just enough to give Bradley a full view of the pretty little panties she was donning.

She slipped her hand into her underwear, sliding her fingers over her already wet center. She’d gotten wet at the sight of Bradley in such a state of desperation, completely under her control.

"Oh..." she sighed out, catching the brief attention of brown eyes that should instead be focused on the road. "I'm so wet."

Bradley was white-knuckling the steering wheel at that point, muscles locked as the sensations running through him became all too much. "I-I can't...baby, please turn it down," he begged, voice taking on a higher, airy pitch.

Ignoring his plea, she dipped two fingers into herself, curling them upwards until she built up a rhythm, the sound of her wetness now audible. "Can you hear it? My pussy is soaked."

At that, he whimpered softly, head falling back against the headrest. "Y-you're gonna make me come, I swear to god. Turn it down."

She leaned over the center console then, touching her mouth to his ear. "When you come, it's going to be while you're inside me, and not in your pants."

The moment he stopped at a stoplight, he turned to her, the most pleading look in his wide eyes. "I'm serious, I'm not going to be able to hold it if you keep it up that high."

She softened slightly, knowing he could only take so much. So, she took that moment to check in with him. “What’s your color, sweetheart?” She asked. 

Bradley hummed. “I-it’s green. I’m just really close and I wanna be your good boy and not come all over myself.” 

With a single nod, she switched the setting as low as the remote permitted, which yet again offered him some relief. But that didn't mean she had any intention of putting an end to her own pleasure. She knew he wouldn't last long once he was inside her, so she wanted to get herself as close to the edge as possible so she could finish along with him.

The vibrations against his cock were dull now, but he was still aching, and he knew that if she turned it higher, he would no longer be able to stave off the inevitable. He clenched his jaw, trying so hard to ignore the sound of her fingers deep inside her soaked pussy. Oh, how he longed for it to be himself inside of her.

Without warning him, she grabbed the hand that wasn't on the wheel, yanking it over to her and placing it hand between her legs. "See? Told you I was wet."

Bradley moaned at the feeling of the slickness. "Oh, fuck."

"Go on, you can fuck me with your fingers since you've been a good boy and haven't come yet."

She didn't have to ask him twice. Eagerly, he shoved his middle and ring fingers into her cunt, the thick digits instantly hitting that spot inside her that turned her legs to jelly. Since he wasn't allowed his own release, he took his frustrations out on her, finger fucking her into oblivion.

It wasn't long before she was gasping out his name, unabashed moans tumbling past her parted lips. She was surely making a mess of the car seat, and the Bronco would probably smell like pussy after the fact, but she couldn't be bothered to care. 

"Can I please make you come?" Bradley pleaded.

As much as she wanted him to, she shook her head, pulling his hand away. "N-not until we get home."

From then on out, he went ten miles over the speed limit, and the moment they were home, the two of them were practically stumbling out of the car, rushing up the front steps, hands all over one another like a pair of hormonal teenagers. He unlocked the front door and proceeded to trip over the threshold on his way in.

They both laughed, but wasted no time in continuing their game. As he righted himself, she swung the door shut, hurrying to kick her shoes off. She grabbed his arm, hardly giving him any time to react before pulling up over to the staircase with her. They clambered up the stairs, making a beeline for the bedroom the moment they reached the hallway.

Once inside, she made quick work of removing her clothes, soon moving on to Bradley’s. She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, growing rather frustrated with them. "I'll buy you a new shirt," she bit out before yanking as hard as she could, sending all the buttons clattering to the floor.

Bradley’s eyes went wide, and a new wave of arousal slammed right into him, knocking the wind out of his lungs. “Holy fuck,” he whispered.

As she continued, he watched through hazy eyes as she unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers in one swift motion. She was given a complete view of how painfully hard he was, cock heavy and blushing with arousal.

Looking him right in the eyes, she snaked her hand down the front of his body, fingers wrapping around him. Bradley grunted, muscles tensing beneath her touch. "You're so fucking hard. You're going to make such a mess of yourself, aren't you?" She lulled, gently stroking him.

He let his head drop to her shoulder, a soft whine sounding from him. "Please just let me come." The tone in his voice was so tender, she could hardly deny him any longer.

Nodding her head, she took his hand in hers, leading him over to the bed. "Lay down for me," she murmured. He settled on his back, warm eyes watching her every move as she climbed on top of him.

"I'm going to ride your face," she began, "and just before I come, I'm going to let you fuck me."

He could only nod, eagerness rising within him as she maneuvered up the expanse of his body, her pussy hovering just above his face. He groaned at the sight, just before she lowered herself onto him. His mouth instantly attached to her center, wanting nothing more than to taste all of her.

All the while, she still held the remote to the vibrator between her fingers. She had mercy on him, though, deciding to keep it on low until the last possible second.

The feeling of his strong hands on her thighs pulled all of her focus into the moment, fingers pressing almost painfully into her skin as he devoured her. She let her body respond, muscles loosening, tummy warming. Through it, she sighed in content, slowly rocking against his mouth.

Below her, he was having the time of his life, knowing just what to do to get her to squeal in delight. She was already soaked from the car ride, which made things much easier for him, and a little messier, which he loved anyway.

He pulled her swollen nub of nerves into his mouth, sucking tentatively and relishing in the feeling against his tongue. Above him, she let her head fall back, hands sliding up her body to grab her chest, trapping the soft, malleable flesh between her fingers.

SHe mercilessly rocked herself against Bradley’s pretty mouth, fingers tugging at her nipples to heighten the pleasure. She was already burning up from the impending release that brewed deep within her, like a storm approaching on the horizon.

"Oh...oh, you're doing so well, baby. Such a good boy for me," she sighed out, praising him for his efforts. He moaned at her words, hands tightening against her thighs. He thrived off of praise.

His cock pulsed against his abdomen, those dull vibrations still running through him. He moaned again, shuddering at the feeling as a shockwave warmed his body. He was getting close, even without the ring set on high. He surely wouldn't last if she kept this up much longer.

Thankfully for him, she was already rocketing towards her release, thanks to the previous stimulation she'd received in the car. Letting out a breath, her gaze fell to Bradley, who was still dutifully pleasuring her. His hair was mussed, and his eyes fluttered as he worked her over. He looked breathtaking.

"Are you ready to be inside me?" She questioned breathlessly.

"Mhm," he eagerly hummed against her.

Without a word, she pulled away from his mouth, revealing swollen pink lips that glistened with her arousal. She soon straddled his waist, leaning down to kiss him on the mouth, delving her tongue past those beautiful lips to taste herself. With their mouths still connected, she reached down, taking ahold of him and lining him up with her entrance.

Without warning, she slid down onto him, sheathing him completely in her tight, wet snatch. He gasped into her mouth, hips jerking against hers. Pulling away to rest her forehead against his own, she looked into his eyes, wide with avidity.

She brought the remote up to his view, using her thumb to turn the switch higher. He gasped sharply, quickly grabbing onto her. "Th-that's too high," he hissed.

She situated herself so that she could feel the vibrations of the ring right against her clit. "It's high enough." She began to repeatedly sink down onto him, splaying her hands against his smooth chest, giving jer better leverage. His face contorted into such beautiful ecstasy, head falling back against the pillows as he grunted ever so softly.

She brought a hand up to his face, fingers stroking his warm cheek. "You can be as loud as you want, sweetheart," she assured him, knowing he was holding back. His face burned red, for he was slightly embarrassed. But she didn't want him to hold back, she encouraged him to relax and let her take care of him.

He was already writhing beneath her, that familiar fiery ache blossoming in his belly. She was so tight and warm around him, he was hardly able to contain himself. He was quickly turning into a gasping, whimpering mess beneath her, her name leaving his lips in hushed whispers. It was all so overwhelming that he found tears springing to his eyes.

For her, it was incredibly erotic. The vibrations from the cock ring against her clit, paired with the way he filled her whole, the veins and ridges of his cock running across all those delicious places within her. She couldn't quiet herself down if she tried.

This time, she grabbed his hands, placing them against her chest. His fingers easily stretched across her breasts, and his eyes focused on the way they rose and fell with each of her movements.

She could feel him tremble beneath her, skin slick with sweat, hair stuck to his forehead. He tried desperately to stave off his orgasm, barely holding on to what little control he had left. He was aching, exhaustion beginning to creep into his bones as he fought the inexorable release that was poised and ready to crash into him.

He let his hands drop from her chest, arms snaking around her waist as he pressed himself to her, burying his warm face against the side of her neck. She held him to her body, rocking her hips just a little faster, thighs quivering as she drew nigh to her own orgasm.

"P-please," Bradley keened, clutching her tighter. His tears fell freely now, he could no longer hold them in. "I-I can't do it anymore. I need...I can't...oh god, please let me come." She felt his tears against her skin.

She was nearly overwhelmed as it was, and the sound of him begging in such a way only intensified it all. "Go ahead, baby. Come for me."

He tensed up in her arms, his whole body alight with painful pleasure. He clawed at her skin, and then he was crying out for her, his long-awaited orgasm finally washing over him. He spasmed within her, filling her to the brim with the warmth of his essence.

The way he trembled so, mixed with the feeling of him spilling into her and the vibration pressed against her clit, was enough to pull her right in after him, an orgasm more powerful than she ever could have imagined ravishing her, pulling Bradley’s name from her lips in a desperate shriek.

As the mind-numbing euphoria began to slowly subside, she fell against him, unable to support herself. He hissed sharply, pushing her away suddenly. "Off, off, off," he babbled, hurriedly slipping out of her.

Realizing what he was referring to, she was swift to turn off the vibrator, giving him much-needed relief. He immediately relaxed, falling still against the mattress as he let his body recover from the overstimulation.

Ever so gently, she removed the ring from his sensitive cock, setting it aside along with the remote. Then she settled down beside him, tentatively sliding her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, moving it away from his flushed face.

His ears were still ringing, and he laid there, processing what had just happened. His body was warm all over. He still twitched from the aftershocks. And this strange, but welcome, feeling had begun to wash over him. He felt like he was floating, but he also felt so vulnerable and emotional. Like any little thing would bring him to tears immediately. But then, her hands were on him, her fingers running through his hair, and a sense of calm washed over him. He realized that this was probably how she felt when he pushed her into subspace after an intense session.

"You were such a good boy for me," she praised. "I'm so proud of you, baby."

Bradley let out a breath. "That was...holy shit, that was so intense. But I really liked it."

She smiled softly, pressing sweet kisses alongside his neck. "I'm so glad you did." She sat up then, pulling him with her. His face was still pink, and sweat was glistening on his skin. He looked utterly exhausted, and in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to take care of him.

She leaned forward to kiss him before she spoke. "Come on, let me run you a bath."

Much to her surprise, he didn't protest. He let her tug him to his feet before she guided all six-plus-feet of him to the bathroom.

He sat on the closed toilet, watching her busy herself with filling the bathtub, pouring in her favorite bubble bath, and lighting a few candles as she went. Once she was finished, she turned to him. "Up," she said, and he complied, moving to stand.

She motioned for him to step into the tub, and as he did, he hissed softly at the contact of the warm water. She followed right after him, stepping in behind him so he could sit between her legs.

After they were both settled in the warm water, thus began a night of caring for one another. She washed his hair, leaving kisses all over his back as she did so. He wasn't used to feeling so vulnerable and small with her, and it caused his cheeks to burn ruby. But he still loved every minute of it. He never could have imagined letting her take control would be so wonderful, so freeing.

Once they were finished, fingers all pruney, she climbed out to find a towel before helping Bradley out of the tub. She took time patting down his wet skin before wrapping the fabric around his body. With a smile, she intertwined their hands.

"C'mon, baby. Let's get ready for bed." And with that, they left the bathroom, heading right back into their bedroom. She gathered clean pajamas for him, setting them all out on the bed. She took the time to help him dress, because she could see that he was still a little unsteady.

He was grateful for her help, and leaned in for a few kisses as she worked. She doted on him, speaking to him with soft words and using gentle, predictable touches. She made him feel so safe, and he allowed himself to bask in it.

Once she was finished, she ushered him into bed before she paused to throw on one of his shirts. She soon climbed in beside him, snuggling into his broad chest. The shift in their dynamic was nice. She enjoyed taking care of the man who usually held all the control. It was a nice change to see him in such a state, and to bring him back to reality after such an intense scene,

"I love you,” Bradley mused, arms slipping around her as they settled in.

"And I love you." She left a kiss on his nose, and then his lips.

"I should have let you take control a long time ago," were the next words out of his mouth.

"So you admit you liked it?"

He nodded. "You bet I did. We're so doing this more often. It was nice to give up the control for once." 

In response, she laughed, settling into his warmth once she'd pulled the blankets over each of them. They settled in for the night, spending it entangled in one another's arms, talking and laughing until neither of them could keep their eyes open any longer.

They fell asleep still wrapped around each other, and as she drifted off with a sleeping Bradley in her arms, she knew she would never trade this for anything in the world. This was what true contentment felt like.

And with that, she slipped into a deep, dream-filled slumber.

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Birthday Blues (J.S.)

A/N: I’m back! My laptop has been broken for awhile, and while I haven’t bought a new one, a friend is letting me have her old one until I do. I have so many ideas to bring to you guys, and it’s great to be back :)

You are fuming. 

You gave Jake the benefit of the doubt this morning when he mentioned nothing about your birthday because maybe he was too blinded by being tired, but when he left for class without saying anything, you realized he had forgotten. At first, you tried to understand. He had a lot on his plate with the death mission he could be sent on, but when he said he had to stay later at the Hard Deck because he and Rooster planned  a pool game today, you were wondering how he forgot your birthday but not a pool game to show up Rooster. 

“Hey, Jake? Where are you?” You ask into the phone, and you can hear the loud music playing in the background along with the laughs of Jake’s friends.

“I’m still at the Hard Deck, Baby. Is something wrong?” You know Jake. While he’s trying to still seem like the calm and cool guy his friends know, you can tell he’s concerned. You can see him leaning against the wall while watching Rooster take his turn in your mind. 

“Just wondering because if you’re waiting to tell me happy birthday until the exact time, you’re thirty minutes late.” You look out the window and at the beach, hoping his face is covered in shock. It’s silent for a few minutes, but you swear you can hear whispering. Then, there’s laughing, but not from Jake. It’s Rooster. Dude! I can’t believe you forgot her birthday! Haha, I hope she beats your ass, man. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I got caught up in this whole mission thing and–”

“But you remembered your game with Rooster?” Again, it’s silent for a beat. He sighs into the phone, and he says a goodbye to the gang before the music begins to fade from the speaker. 

“No, no, Jake. Go back inside and finish your game. I’ll just call my mom and dad so I can have a little celebration.” You threaten because you know that he knows your parents will give him hell for this slip up. They will never let it go. 

“God, no. Look, I’ll come home, and we can do whatever you want. We can watch that god awful remake of Footloose you like even though the original is so much better.” Jake groans which gets you to laugh a little bit, and so does he. 

“I’m still mad, Jake.” You mention when the laughter dies down. 

“I know. Why don’t you come down to the Hard Deck and tell Penny all about my disrespectful attitude and get yourself a free drink?” The offer is tempting, but you know that if you go down to the bar, he’ll just try to sweeten you up to forget his mistake. Then again, the hundreds of dollars that he’ll have to spend at a packed bar on the weekend seems very tempting and a good punishment. 

“Fine, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” You grumble, and he lets out a small cheer with a short I love you! Walking over to your closet, you wonder what you should wear. You know that you’ll want to go to the beach at some point when you’re there so you decide to go for the “shorts and bikini top for shirt” look, but to rub it in Jake’s face more, you wear one of Rooster’s hawaiian shirts he lent you after someone spilt their drink on you at the Hard Deck. 

Once you arrived, it was oddly quiet for the bar even if it was a slow day. There’s no music or chatter, so you slowly walk up to the doors with your guard up. Just as you pass you walk through the door, the entire bar jumps out and yells Surprise!

“Jesus wept!” You cry out, hand over your heart. Jake walks over to your hunched over form with a beer in his hand. 

“Happy birthday, Baby.” His smile is infectious, and you wonder how lucky you are to have tied down Jake Seresin. Though, his original “charm” still lingers as his eyes stay glued to your chest until you start walking over to his group, the bar returning to its original environment. 

“Now, that is a look, Sweetheart.” Rooster comments when he sees his shirt slowly falling off your shoulders from the surprise. You smile at him as he comes over to you for a hug. His strong arms wrap around you tightly, and he whispers a wish of happy birthday in your ear. 

“Wait, that’s Rooster’s shirt?” Jake questions, holding the collar of the fabric in his hands. You give a smug smile to the rest of the group as Jake continues to stand behind you. When you turn around, you slide the fabric the rest of the way off of your body and hold it in your hand. 

“Let me take it off if it bothers you so much.” Your voice is smooth as you hear the rest of the group cheer behind you. Slowly, you turn back around to place the shirt on Rooster’s shoulder. Now standing in only shorts and a bikini top, you lean back on the pool table staring directly at Jake whose jaw is now tense. 

“Don’t you think you tortured me enough?” He whines. Jake Seresin whines. You laugh and walk back up to him and hug his waist. He places a kiss on your head as Fanboy fake gags. 

“I can’t believe Jake’s gone soft.” Coyote teases, and Jake shakes his head. 

“I’d do anything for this woman, but she definitely doesn’t make me soft.” You all groan at the innuendo, and you are tempted to walk away into the ocean. 

“I’m leaving. Bye, Roos.” You wave to Bradley before running out of the bar with a call of Thank you, Penny! You hear Jake’s footsteps pick up behind you, so you let out a squeal when you reach the sand, taking off as fast as you could. Just when you think you’ve gotten away from him, he grabs your waist and throws you over his shoulder. 

“Jake Seresin, you put me down right now!” You punch at his back with a laugh, but he just squats down a bit as if he’s going to drop you. 

“You really wanted me to feel bad about forgetting your birthday, huh?” He smiles as he stares at the pier. You take in the silence and close your eyes. Even though he forgot your birthday, you take in his body on yours, his smell, the coolness of the night, and you relish in it. You open up your eyes and see the wooden floor of the pier, and Jakes puts you down.

“I asked you out here.” He states, leaning over the railing. You remember that night. You called him a dick for throwing Pete off the railing that first night and left to check on him. Once you saw he was okay, you took a walk to the pier. Once he found you, he apologized to you about how he can act around his friends. 

“That you did. I thought you were such an asshole.” You mirror him and lean over the railing. He scoots over and lays his head on your shoulder. 

“And now?” He asks, but you stay silent with a grin on your face. Jake looks at you with fake hurt. He puts his hands in his pockets before looking down at the ground. 

“I am really sorry I forgot about your birthday.” He sounds like he could cry. Your heart feels for him, and you start to feel really bad for the things you’ve done tonight. 

“Just because I forgot doesn’t mean I didn’t get you a present, though.” He walks back up to the pier and takes a small box out of his pocket. Because the box has a lid that slides on, you think it’s earrings. Giddy, you open the box and see a diamond ring inside. Your breath hitches. 

“I bought that the morning after we met, and I thought about giving it to you when I saw you again. That seemed too forward, though.” He lets out an awkward laugh. You take the ring out with shaky hands and place it gently on your finger. 

“...If I say no, do I get to keep the ring?” You look up at his nervous face becoming serious with the tilt of his head. 

“Baby..” He warns and you just close the box and hand it back to him. 

“I would’ve said yes if you gave it to me that day.” You mention as he stares at the ring on your finger. He holds the hand and kisses it. 

“I know. You’re obsessed with me.” You shove him away. He just laughs and pulls you in for a hug. It’s different now, but a good difference. He sways you two slightly and hums a random tune you’ve never heard. A part of you wants to run into the Hard Deck and yell that you’re engaged, but another part wants to keep this moment to the both of you. 

“This means you can’t be going on deathly missions every year. When you left to save Pete and Bradley last year, I was so worried.” You squeeze him tighter, pushing your face into his chest. 

“This means you have to stop doing your weird flirting with Rooster.” You can feel his chin on your head, his hands rubbing up and down your back.

“But then how will I rile you up?” He pinches your hip, and you yell out, smacking his chest. 

“I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

-

Thank you for reading! Requests are open :)

#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #top gun maverick

[icemavschild]

Can you write something cute about Hangman having like kids with the reader but it's a secret relationship (or he just likes a really defined work/life balance)

Thank you <3

I can dearie, I sure can!

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Daddy! » Hangman x Wife!Reader

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Wife!Reader(Kazansky)

Summary: Jake’s daughter sees him while he’s out with the Dagger Team and his private life is no longer private.

Warning: None, just fluff really.

A/N: I hope this is okay? I had a similar idea to this request so I’m kinda merging the two.

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Jake had attempted to keep his private life just that, private. He wasn’t fond of showing off his wife or daughter like they were trophies, it was something that Y/N had firmly told him the day after they were engaged.

“I won’t be a trophy wife, Jake.” Her voice was hard, yet firm, “I know the navy…and I won’t be a naval aviators trophy.”

She had always been hard on him from the beginning, considering she was an Admiral’s daughter when they met. Now she was a Commanders daughter.

It was always awkward talking to Commander Kazansky before throat cancer, he had always eyed Jake like he was a weed in his perfect bed of roses.

He mellowed out after his granddaughter was born, Lenora, after Jake’s mother, or Lenny for short.

So when he heard a loud, familiar, giggle and a head of hair he knew too well, his heart kind of stopped out of fear.

Fear that his team would judge him, or more so his daughter. He became defensive about his little girl; as did any father over their little girl.

“Daddy!” Lenny exclaimed as she sprang up into Jake’s arms. Her embrace almost cutting off his air supply, but despite his fear of judgement, he laughed loudly and held her closer for comfort.

“Daddy?” A voice drawled out from behind the cocksure pilot, his blood running cold. He turned to meet the shocked and confused look of his fellow teammates, and work-in-progress-friends.

“Yeah, this is my daughter.” He spoke calmly, yet the other pilots could hear the shake of nervousness in his voice, “Lenora these are daddy’s friends.”

The little girl shyly looked toward her fathers entourage with a small smile. The group immediately enthralled by her, although they couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity.

When a woman walked up behind Jake, they furrowed their brows, Jake noticing turned toward her and grinned when he met the mesmerising eyes of his wife.

“Sorry, sweetie, I didn’t realise.” Y/N muttered out, her arms reaching for the little girl. But Lenora fought to stay at her fathers side.

“No, it’s about time they knew, anyway.”

The three Seresin’s turned toward the group, who stood wide eyed. Their gazes unmoving from the woman they knew as the late Commanders daughter. Y/N Kazansky.

“You’re married to Commander Kazansky’s daughter?!” Rooster exclaimed, his voice unbelieving and his mouth on the floor, “and you have a kid with her?!”

He laughed humourlessly, Jake becoming very angry and very defensive.

“If you want to joke, then fuck off.” The bitterness in Jake’s voice wasn’t new, but the defensiveness was completely new. His body was tense and his arms tightened around his daughter.

Maverick, who had been standing a bit back, had seen this behaviour from Goose when Bradley was just a kid.

“Lenora, did you say?” Mav asked the man, Jake staring at Mav appreciatively. When he found out that Maverick was his wife’s Godfather, he felt embarrassment from the first day wash over him with a redness to his cheeks.

This was Maverick’s first time meeting his Goddaughter’s daughter, it seemed almost wrong to have an introduction while Ice was being lowered into the ground. Plus, Y/N was a mess that day.

He knew Hangman was the one who married her, hell he’d seen Y/N when she was pregnant with Lenora.

“Yeah.” Jake breathed out, watching Y/N move forward and hug her uncle tightly. He shook his head of his head of brain fog, “Why are you in Fightertown?”

It’d been at least a year since the commander had passed on.

“We wanted to surprise you, Daddy!” Lenora exclaimed happily. The Dagger team smiling warmly at the little girl.

“Aw, thanks baby-girl.” He smirked out while kissing his daughters cheek.

“We need to go to aunty Penny’s!” The little girl exclaimed excitedly, Jake smiling warmly at the mention of the older woman.

It had never made sense the relationship between Penny and Jake, the team had always wondered why he chose to talk to the woman in private more often than not. It made sense now, looking at the little girl and the us of ‘aunty’ when addressing the older Benjamin.

“Okay, let’s do that then?” Jake asked his team, the group nodding along considering they’d just come back from their Captain’s for a brief get together while everyone was in town.

The Dagger team coming to terms with the fact that Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, was indeed full of surprises. One of those surprises being his excellent milkshake making skills, though Rooster will never admit to the fact.

A/N: this was my best attempt considering I got distracted half way through and had to rescue an orphaned lamb…but here we go! I hope it’s okie dokie ☺️😊

#hangman x wife!reader #hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin #hangman #rooster #dagger team #Maverick #Kazansky reader #requested #reader insert #xreader

[jungle-angel]

Restless (Bob x Reader)

Summary: After the bird strike during training, Bob’s mind keeps him up at night

You blinked your eyes open in the darkened bedroom, your eyes trailing to the empty side of the bed and up to the clock, the red digital numbers reading 2:05 AM. 

Where the hell was Bob? 

You tossed aside the covers and padded quietly down the halls towards Auggie’s little nursery room. You found Bob sitting with him in the rocker by the dim light of the little table lamp, the tiny little baby tucked against his bare chest under his little blue blanket that Irene, Bob’s mother, had made him as Auggie quietly sucked away on his pacifier. You couldn’t help but notice the thousand yard stare in your husband’s eyes and the glassy look they had to them, a glassiness that made him look like he would cry. 

“Bob?” you whispered. 

No answer. 

“Bob?” 

He turned towards you, your eyes meeting as his chest began to tighten. “Baby I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking. 

“Sorry for what?” 

“For what happened.” 

“The bird strike?” you asked him. 

Bob bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, the tears already beginning to run down his cheeks. 

You hugged his shoulders tightly, pressing a kiss to his bicep. “Baby I understand,” you told him. “I was exactly where you are when they told me what happened.” 

“I just.....I can’t,” Bob choked. “I love you both so much. I need to.....I need to be here. For you and for August.” 

You were trying not to cry yourself. Next week, Bob would be heading for the Uranium Plant mission and would be gone for a week and a half. It didn’t sound like much, but you quickly realized how much you desperately needed each other. 

“You’ll come back,” You told him. “I know you will.” 

Bob leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “I know you don’t want to hear it,” he said. “But I’m scared.” 

“Me too,” you said. 

*****************

You waited outside at The Hard Deck, the ocean waves crashing close to the beach and the dusky blue sky above. You held Auggie close to your chest, the newborn snuggled inside the baby blanket while the rowdier patrons inside were making as much noise as they could possibly make. 

You felt your heart leap into your throat when you saw several vehicles pulling into the parking lot with Rooster’s old Bronco in the lead. As soon as everybody had parked and left the vehicles, you feared that Auggie would slip from your grasp, your arms tightening. But when you saw the smiles plastered on everyone’s faces and a familiar one amongst the group, you felt the relief wash right over you. 

“Oh if it isn’t Momma and her little bird!!” Hangman cheerfully announced. “Queen, your King has returned.” 

A sob escaped your throat when you saw Bob approaching, your feet bringing you to him with the space closing quickly between you both. He took your face in his hands, kissing you passionately as a few wolf whistles were heard amongst the others. 

“Didn’t I tell you that you’d all come back?” you told him. 

Bob was caught somewhere between laughing and crying as he held you in his arms. You could feel his hot tears in the curve of your neck and Auggie trying to push himself off your chest. He let out a loud cry as he beat at your breasts with his tiny little fists, his pink face scrunching up as he cried. 

“Oh boy,” you said. “I know who he wants.” 

You handed Auggie off to Bob, his hands trembling and shaking as he held the baby in his arms, holding him close to his chest as his lips brushed against the delicate little tufts of dark blonde hair. Auggie let out another little cry as his fingers wrapped around Bob’s dog tags. 

“Oh baby, shhh,” Bob murmured. “It’s alright. Daddy’s home now.”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the house as everybody snapped pictures and took short little videos on their phones, especially as Bob rocked August back to sleep, his hushed murmurs of “don’t cry, Daddy’s here” and “I love you” reaching their ears like crickets. 

No one wanted to leave the stretch of beach that night with Penny and Maverick opting to camp out on the beach with everybody. Tents were set up, sleeping bags were piled in and everyone soon went to sleep with the sound of the ocean crashing on the shore outside. 

You unzipped the flap on the tent, moving in next to Bob who was trying to get Auggie to go back to sleep. “Sorry honey,” he said sheepishly. “He woke up while you were outside.” 

“Baby it’s fine,” you told him. “He’s just excited to have you back.” 

A quiet little coo came from Auggie as Bob gently rubbed his son’s little belly, trying to get him to go back to sleep so he could put him in the wicker sleeping basket close by. 

“I know I was scared,” he said. “But I’m glad to be home.” 

You pressed a firm kiss to his lips with Bob giving in and returning it fully. “Same here baby,” you told him.

“Would it shock you too if I told you the squad will all be civilian instructors from here on out?” 

“Wait what?” 

Bob nodded. “I’m not missing a thing,” he said. “I made it back three days before Auggie was born and got lucky. I’m not taking another chance like that again. I wanna be there when he starts taking his first steps and says his first word.” 

“You will baby,” you said. “And you’re gonna be the best instructor Top Gun has ever seen.” 

Bob kissed you again before the three of you settled in and snuggled close to each other. There was no doubt in your mind, that you would be one of the closest families that Miramar had ever seen.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun short fics

[ofstoriesandstardust]

fever dream (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: i got my ass handed to me by my covid booster and decided to lean fully into my self-indulgence. for the first thing back for same mistakes-verse, i did not expect it to be this. oopsies. 

summary: Rebel gets sick with pneumonia and winds up in the hospital. Rooster grapples with how much his girlfriend truly means to him. 

part of same mistakes-verse | same mistakes-verse timeline

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, sickfic, hospitals/emergency rooms, fevers, brief fever-induced nightmares, medical inaccuracies, nausea/vomiting, pneumonia, which i had as a kid and it was hell on earth, you generally should be cautious around someone who has pneumonia because it’s contagious but i am ignoring that, swearing, past trauma related to hospitals, cancer mentions, canon death of a parent, all i have to say for myself is sorry Brad Brad, i don’t love the ending 

word count: 3,762

Everything was too loud. Too loud, too bright. Too warm, too cold, too painful. 

You couldn’t breathe, watching them. Watching from above, nothing but the force of an invisible hand pushing you back, watching in painstaking slow-motion as Hangman missed the shot, too slow-

All you could hear was ringing in your ears as the plane exploded into fiery pieces. No chute. No no no no no-

Nothing left. 

-

You gasped, clutching at your chest. Your skin was buzzing with heat and everything ached. The pain of opening your eyes was enough to send a wave of nausea crashing over you, and you barely rolled to lean over your bed in time before everything in your stomach came crashing out of you with an intensity you’d never felt before. 

Hot tears burned your cheeks as you choked, squeezing your eyes shut, as you continued to heave over the side of your bed. 

Where’s Dad?

Your shoulders heaved with sobs, the pain being too much to bear as you waited to hear his footsteps, always on alert whenever you were sick. 

Nothing. 

Where was he?

Vision blurry, you pulled yourself from the tangle of sheets, struggling to avoid the pool of puke on your hardwood floor as you stumble into the hallway, weakly calling out for your Dad. Another wave of nausea rolls over you and you lean against his door, willing the pain to pass. When the nausea subsides a little, you blink your eyes open with as much energy as you can muster, every moment painful. You push your Dad’s door open, expecting — hoping — to collapse into his arms, waiting for him to make everything okay again, hold you close just like he did every time you were sick when you were little-

There’s no one there. 

Your brain reels, struggling to figure out where he is as your breathing becomes shallower with each breath. 

No- couldn’t be. Right?

Tears begin to fall down your cheeks again as you stumble towards the living room, chest heaving. 

He couldn’t really be-?

You watched his plane go down. Hangman wasn’t fast enough. 

He was gone. 

They were gone.

You choke, tripping on the edge of the recliner and you blindly reach out for the couch as you sob, every inch of your body hurting. Your shoulders heave with tears as your body threatens to vomit again. 

everythinghurttseverythinghurtseverythinghurts

Gapsing, you reach over to the coffee table, reaching for what you’re praying is your phone, hoping to call the one person you can think of in this moment as your head spins with pain.

(Distantly, you’re aware of the fact that you’d fallen asleep on the couch. Distantly, you know you have no idea how you had wound up in your bed.)

-

The phone rings out clear in the quiet night, pulling him from comfortable sleep. He groans as his boyfriend’s arm wrap around him tighter at the disturbance, also being pulled from sleep. He reaches out blindly for the offending object, expecting to see a spam caller and hear a subsequent sleepy lecture from his boyfriend about forgetting to turn off his ringer again. 

He blinks once and then twice, the bright light wavering in front of him as he tries to process if he’s truly seeing what he’s seeing. 

Mini Mitchell

He swipes the answer button, putting the phone up to his ear. “Hello?” He groans through a yawn as Javy tucks his chin into neck as he flips onto his stomach. 

“J-jake?” 

The pure pain rippling through her voice causes any remaining sleep to shake from him as something cold slips down his spine. “Hey- hey, what’s going on?” 

He hears a sob from down the line and he sits up, nudging his boyfriend off of him. Javy looks up at him curiously, still unaware of what’s happening.

“J-jake, ‘m so sorry, so sorry, don’t feel good, can’t-”

He stands up as she struggles to speak, taking quick strides to his dresser and throwing a shirt at his boyfriend, pulling one on himself. Javy looks at the object in confusion and Jake grimaces, snapping at him to put it on. 

“Hey, I don’t know what’s going on. Talk to me.” He says gently into the phone as she breaks down into sobs once more. 

“Hurts so bad Jake, hurts- can’t- I tried- and he’s not here-”

“Who’s not there?” He asks, pulling shoes on, not bothering to put socks on. Javy’s pulling the shirt over his head as he turns around. His boyfriend eyes him with equal parts concern and confusion and Jake can’t say he blames him.

“Something’s wrong with Rebel.” He mouths and that’s what gets Javy going as Jake shoulders the bedroom door open, slipping into the hallway of his apartment in search of his car keys. 

“Dad. Not here, and I threw up everywhere, and I don’t know what do-” She lets out another sob and he feels his heart wrenching in pain for his friend. “’M sorry, it just hurts, and I can’t- can’t breathe. I don’t feel so good.” 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m gonna be there soon, with Javy. It’ll be okay, I promise.” 

“With Javy?”

Her voice is so small, so much smaller than the loud girl he’s come to call a friend, and damn if that doesn’t shatter his heart.

“Yeah, with Javy, I promise. We’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Promise.”

-

Fifteen minutes is more like ten as he pulls into the Mitchell driveway, Coyote tossing him his keys. He thumbs through them, finding the house key Rebel had given him just days after the Daggers had become an official team. He remembers the bubble of jealousy that had risen up in his chest, at the obvious sign of friendship, of trust, of maybe something more-

He shook the thought from his head as he inserted the key into the lock, pushing the door open. He turns the corner into the living room and his heart sinks as he sees her passed out on the floor. He crouches down, reaching out to her neck to check for a pulse when he feels how hot she is. The heat that’s radiating off her skin and he swallows. 

She groans at the touch, leaning into it. She blinks her eyes open and he nervously smiles down at her. “Hey, what’re you doing on the floor?” 

“’S cool.” 

“Yeah, I bet. Can you sit up?” She nods and slowly pushes herself off the floor. Javy slips out of the room, heading for the bathroom, based on the lights he’s flipping on. 

“Why’re you here?” She mumbles. 

“Because you called me.” 

She frowns. “Don’t remember doing that.” He glances up at Javy, who’s returned with a thermometer and some medicine, as she leans her head back against the couch. 

“No?”

Her lips trembles as she looks between the two boys. “Did I? ‘M so sorry, didn’t- didn’t mean to- didn’t mean to-” 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Can I take your temperature?” She nods and he takes the thermometer from Javy, pushing back some of her hair to slip it into her ear. 

He didn’t even know they made thermometers that went into your ear, but he recalls how Maverick has explain to him that according to Penny, it was better, and therefore they needed it-

He holds it there as he looks at Javy. “There’s puke in her bedroom. All over the floor.” He whispers and Jake nods, remembering her mentioning that from her phone call. It beeps and he pulls it away from her, wincing. She reaches out to grab his arm to hold on to as he shows the thermometer to his boyfriend. 

104.4

“Do we call 911?” Javy whispers, crouching down next to her. 

“Emergency room off Madison might just be faster.” He turns back to the girl, who’s looking at the two of them. “Alright, you’ve got a pretty nasty fever. You up for a drive?” 

“My other option isn’t gonna be fun, is it?” 

“Well, either I can take you or we can go in an ambulance but you’re going either way.” 

“Emergency room on Madison is seven minutes away, I’d just go now.” Javy announces, looking up from his phone. Jake nods. 

“K, I’ll stay here, clean the puke up. You take my keys-”

“You’re not coming?” He looks back to her. 

“Do- do you want me to?”

She nods, her grip on him become tighter. 

“Jake, just go. I’ll call Maverick and Bradshaw and then clean up the puke. Meet you down there.” He swallows, feeling more than marginally out of his depth. 

He’d come to really like Rebel but this was so far from the normal bounds of their friendship, so unusual for them, especially because most days the girl couldn’t stand him-

He sighs, turning back to the girl. “Okay, let’s get you out to my car.” 

-

He reaches the emergency room doors just as Coyote does and he sighs at the sight of her best friend, feeling some sort of comfort in knowing he was here with him. He had no idea if Mav was here and the thought that she had called Hangman of all people unsettled him a little bit.  He thinks back to the phone call he’d received just 22 minutes ago from Coyote as they walk through the doors, knowing everything might be about to change. 

He’s not even really trying as his hand reaches out for the phone that’s buzzing incessantly. It stops and his hand falls limp over the side of the bed as he sighs, turning his head to go back to sleep. It starts buzzing again, shaking the wood of his nightstand and he groans, lifting his head up this time to find the phone. He picks it up, not bothering to look at the caller as he answers. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he bites his lip fighting a yawn.

“‘ello?”

“Rooster, sorry to wake you but somethings wrong with Rebel.”

He sits a little straighter at those words.

“Coyote? What’s going on?”

“Dunno, she called Jake bout a half an hour ago. Came over here to check on her and she was passed out on the floor with a fever of 104. Jake’s taking her to the emergency room off Madison. Faster than calling 911.”

“Fuck, okay. Why aren’t you with her?”

“There’s puke all over her bedroom floor and she wouldn’t let Jake go. She’s pretty out of it Bradshaw, I’m really concerned.”

“Okay- does Mav know?”

“Just got off the phone with him. He’s headed over from Penny’s. ‘M gonna head over once I get the puke off her floor.”

“Jesus okay- I’ll head over now.”

Jake’s waiting for them as they enter the waiting room and he waves them over.

“You left her alone?” Coyote asks sharply and Jake winces, shaking his head.

“Pops got here a few minutes ago; came down to wait for you two.” He says, striding down the hallway that connects the emergency room to the hospital and pausing in front of an elevator, pressing the up button.

He swallows, trying not to think about the elevator rides he used to take in this place that felt all too familiar-

“Do we know what’s wrong?”

The elevator doors open and they follow Jake inside at he presses 4. He eyes the 7 button.

This wasn’t the same hospital-

“Not sure, heard something about pneumonia but they have to test for that and right now they’re just trying to bring her fever down.”

“How’s she holding up?”

His voice is rougher than he’d like it to be and Hangman glances at him.

“She’s okay. They got her situated in a room and she fell asleep pretty quickly after that.” The elevator dings and the doors slide open again. Hangman steps out and he follows, trying to keep his breathing even as his mind reels.

This wasn’t happening. He wasn’t about to-

No, she’d be fine. She had to be.

Hangman turns a corner and nudges a door open, knocking as he does. Mav doesn’t move, arms placed on his knees as he watches his daughter carefully.

She’s laying there, shivering, connected to so many tubes and wires and God there’s that fateful beeping of a machine-

He feels the breath knock from his lungs, fighting his urge to turn away, to run, hide under his covers, pretend this isn’t happening.

He steels himself, turning back around to take the seat next to Mav. Mav wordlessly reaches out to place a hand on his knee, squeezing. 

For a moment, he gets taken back years to the last time Mav offered that gesture of comfort, in a room all too much like this one. 

He sighs, leaning forward to match Mav’s stance, taking one of her hands within his own. Rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles, he continued to watch, knowing there was nothing more they could do for her than wait. 

And that killed him.

-

He sighs, letting the bathroom door bang shut behind him. He walks towards the mirror, flicking the water on as he stares at his reflection. He looks exhausted, mirroring how he feels inside. His hair is sticking up in a few places from where he’s been running his hands through it, his eyes rimmed with red from unshed tears as he wills himself to hold it together. 

His girlfriend needed him right now. 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d sat there with her, watching her, waiting for something but as the night rolled into early morning, Maverick had stepped out to call Cyclone. Under the careful watch of Coyote and Hangman, he’d taken the opportunity to take a moment for himself, to keep his mind from going back to his Mom. 

Leaning down and splashing his face with the running water, he tried to take a deep breath, keeping his brain from going wild with the thought that his girlfriend might be rejoining his parents. 

She’d be okay. She had to be, because he wasn’t ready to lose her. 

He swallowed as he turned the water off, trying not to think about that last night, when she’d fallen asleep on his side, the way she hadn’t let him go, even as his Mom did. 

Stepping out of the bathroom, he spots Mav on the phone at the end of the hallway. He walks closer, briefly hearing the tail end of the conversation with Cyclone. The older man sighs, slipping his phone into his pocket. 

“I’m not leaving her.”

He didn’t know what happened now. Did he go to work, continue on with his day like his girlfriend wasn’t laying in a hospital room fighting off pneumonia? 

He didn’t think he could. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to, as Maverick sighs. 

“I know.”

They stand there for a moment, looking at one another. He almost feels like he could place himself in this exact moment, years ago-

There’s movement at the end of the hallway that catches his attention, doctors running to his girlfriend’s room as Coyote and Hangman stumble out of it. 

He’s moving before he even recognizes that he is, nearly colliding with Coyote as he turns to look at him, eyes wide. 

“W-what happened?” Coyote shakes head, struggling to form words. 

“I don’t- She- She was awake for a minute, and she- I don’t even think she knew who I was. Next thing I know she’s- she’s freaking out, her heart rate is skyrocketing. Heard something about her fever spiking again.” 

His heart is thudding in his chest at the news. He stumbles to a nearby chair, all but collapsing as his brain reels. 

He can’t- He can’t do this. Not again. 

-

He doesn’t move, memories playing on repeat. 

The way his Mom had denied how bad the sickness had been. 

The way she had tried to keep the worst of it from him. 

The way she had squeezed his hand, and told him to look after his girlfriend. 

The way she had told him she loved one last time before she left to be with his Dad. 

When his Dad died, he’d been young. Too young, maybe, to truly understand it. 

He’d been all too aware of what his Mom’s diagnosis meant. All too aware of what losing her meant. 

He hadn’t been ready to let her go, and no matter how aware of his mortality, painfully aware of his job and that of his girlfriend’s, he was certain he’d never be ready to let her go. 

“Bradshaw.” 

He doesn’t look up, knowing all too well whose voice it belonged to. 

He hears the sound of shoes against the tile and she couches down, trying to make eye contact with him. He refuses, keeping his eyes focused on the ground. She sighs, reaching out to set a hand on his knee. 

“You should come down to the cafeteria. Come eat something.” He shakes his head, already knowing he’s not leaving her. “You’re one stubborn motherfucker Bradshaw.” 

He finally looks up to meet the eyes of his long-time best friend, who is radiating with love and concern. 

“My mom-”

“I know.” She moves her hand from his knee to unclasp his hands, squeezing one of them. “But she’s gonna be okay. I promise. The last I heard her fever broke.” 

He wants to say that the information lets the tension release from his shoulders, but he knows that won’t happen until he sees her. Until he holds her in his own arms, in his bed, safe, far away from this hospital. 

She sighs again. “Thirty minutes.” 

“I’m not leaving her. I can’t. I won’t- I won’t lose her without getting to say goodbye.” 

He watches at the words take the breath clean out from Phoenix’s lungs as her grip on his hands tighten. “You won’t. She’s not going anywhere. Your girlfriend is one hell of a fighter. She’s going to be okay, and I promised that, and I wouldn’t promise you that if I didn’t know she’d pull through.” 

Her words have a firm edge to them, but the care is there underneath them all the same. Care for him, for his girlfriend, for this little family they’ve created. 

Nodding, he goes to agree, to let her take him down to the cafeteria, where he’s sure he won’t eat much of anything but-

The door to her room opens, Mav poking his head out. “She’s awake and asking for you.”

Phoenix lets him go, patting his knee. “We’ll talk later.” 

He stands up, his joints protesting after the lack of movement for hours. Slipping inside the door, Maverick leaves, mumbling something about letting them be alone. He waits until he hears the door click behind him before he turns to his girlfriend. He sticks his hands in his pockets, suddenly unable to bring himself any closer. He takes a deep breath, searching for his nerve again. 

She’s okay. 

Finding the seat closest to her, he takes her hand, looking up to her tired face, graced with a smile despite it all. Squeezing her hand, he clears his throat of the tears that are threatening to surface. 

“Hi honey.”

-

You yawn, pushing the kitchen door open. You spot your boyfriend at the stove, cooking more soup (which makes you want to groan; you’re sick of it, no pun intended) and you walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You feel his figure relax as he leans into the touch, reaching to turn the stove off. 

“Hi honey. Have a good nap?” You nod, suppressing another yawn into his side. You feel him chuckle as his body vibrates. 

“Where’s Dad?” 

“Penny and Amelia convinced him to go over there for dinner tonight. Mostly just to get him out of the house, I think.” 

“Good, he’s been hovering. It’s stressing me out.”

Bradley sighs, finally turning to face you. “You did wind up in the hospital. I think he’s allowed to hover.” You wave your hand as you move towards the fridge to grab a Sprite. 

“Small details.” 

“That’s not funny.” 

You shut the fridge door behind you, sighing. “Sorry.” 

He shakes his head. “No, I’m sorry. You good to be by yourself this week? Mav and I can take off more work, be here with you-” 

You shake your head, moving back to stand in front of him as you pop the can open. “No, April is gonna come babysit me until I’m 100%.” 

“April from high school?” 

You nod. “Yeah, she’s dying to get caught up on what I’ve been doing. She’s thrilled.” 

He smiles at you, reaching a hand out to cup your face. “I’m gonna miss having you at work.” 

You nod. “Yeah, I know. But hopefully another week and I’ll be good as new. Tell Hangman and Coyote I said hi, will you? I think I owe them a fruit basket and my first-born.” He doesn’t respond, just continues to look at you as he thumb rubs up and down your cheekbone. “Everything okay?” 

He nods. “Yeah, I just- I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You take a deep breath, taking another step closer to him. “Honey, are you okay? You haven’t seemed like yourself since we got back from the hospital.” 

He shrugs, sliding out from his place leaned up against the counter and heads towards the living room. Setting the drink on the counter, you follow him, tucking yourself into his side as he sits down on the couch. 

“I’m fine. Not the one who spent three days there fighting off pneumonia.” 

You sigh, looking up at him. “It’s okay, if that was hard for you too.” 

He swallows, returning your gaze. “Just... thought a lot about Mom. What it was like, that much time in the hospital, those final days.” 

Your heart sinks as you look at him. “Bradley, honey-”

“I’m just- I’m not- I’m not prepared to lose you.” 

You shift, moving to straddle him as you take his face in your hands. His hands reach out to keep you steady, his eyes never leaving yours. “You won’t have to.”

“You can’t promise that.” 

You sigh, bowing your head in acknowledgement. “You’re right, I can’t. But I know I’ll always do whatever it takes to come home to you. I promise you.” 

He nods, tucking his head into your shoulder as he holds you close. 

Maybe the words would end up meaning very little, tossed out with the dangerous nature of your jobs, but right now they meant everything.

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[tickletastic]

Belts Are For Safety

Fandom: Top Gun

Ship: N/A

Warnings: Implication of a panic attack

Summary: It's Bob and Phoenix's first flight back after their emergency landing, and Bob is more freaked out than he thought he'd be. Inspired by and dedicated to this Fighter Jet Anon! Day one of Miya and Mia's Tickletober: trap!

Bob heaves a long, deep breath when he and Phoenix finally land on the tarmac, the weight of the exercise melting off his shoulders. He closes his eyes, head pounding behind his eyelids, his heart beating in his ear. It’s their first flight back since the crash landing, and Bob is ashamed to say that, for a moment when he got into the air, all he could smell was smoke and all he could hear was Phoenix yelling his name like they were still there, looking up at the sky only half a mile from their burning plane. He’s not sure how Phoenix didn’t freak out, but then again she’s always been more well-adjusted than most of the crew. Maybe it’s because she was smart enough to start therapy before she enlisted, or maybe it’s something about toxic masculinity and being a military man. 

He doesn’t realized how long his eyes have been closed, how long he’s been listening to his heart beat out of control even though they’re on the ground. He feels like he had been in fight-or-flight the entire exercise, and his body oozes with the tension he had been building up. He hadn’t even realized Phoenix had been calling his name, her face contorting into the worried look she used to give Rooster all the time, the one she gives to Jake or Javy every once in a while. Approaching ten minutes on the tarmac and Bob’s eyes are still screwed shut, all the pilots having gone to change except Phoenix, Rooster, Hangman, who stood beneath the plane, and Maverick, who slowly climbed up to get to the much younger pilot. 

“Hey, Bob?” Maverick says, tentatively reaching out to touch Bob’s shoulder. Bob doesn’t respond until Maverick’s hand makes contact, his eyes shooting open. 

Bob’s eyes shoot around, catching Hangman, Phoenix, and Rooster underneath the plane, taking in that the rest of the pilots have gone. “Thank god,” he sighs, breathing out.

“Hey, kid,” Maverick says, grabbing Bob’s attention again, “what’s going on?” Bob scrambles for his buckles but Maverick’s hands come up to stop him, “hold your horses, let’s talk for a second.”

Bob looks at Maverick before looking down at the other pilots again.

 “It’s alright, Bob,” Phoenix says, “they came because they’re worried,” she pauses, looking at the ground before looking back up at her back-seater, “we’re worried.”

“I was just-” Bob awkwardly clears his throat, looking down at his hands in his lap, “I just got freaked out. I’ve never crash landed before, being up there just freaked me out.” 

Maverick put a soft hand on the side of Bob’s face, bringing his head up so they could make eye contact. “It’s alright, kid. It’s totally fine to be a little freaked out right now. My first crash-landing terrified me, and so did my most recent one, it’s fine to still be a little shaken up.”

Bob nods, though it’s evident to Mav and the other spectators that he’s not entirely convinced. “I promise you, Bob,” Maverick starts, “you’re alright. The crash wasn’t your fault and it wasn’t Phoenix’s either, neither of you could have predicted that.”

“Yeah, but, how are we supposed to predict it the next time?” Bob asks, glasses beginning to fog.

From below them Hangman lets out a loud, obnoxious laugh, doubling over before he can reel it in. All eyes are on him now, Phoenix and Rooster glaring daggers at him. “I’m sorry,” he clears his throat, straightening his face, “I’m sorry. Bird strikes are like, pretty rare, Bobby-boy, the chances of you and Phoenix encountering another one is like, zero.”

“He’s right,” Phoenix nods, “though he didn’t have to be such an asshole about it.”

Hangman sticks his tongue out at her and Phoenix fakes like she’s going to kick him in the balls. Rooster tries to separate them and ends up pulled into the bickering, suddenly being asked to pick between his boyfriend and his best friend.

Maverick brings Bob’s attention back to him, lowering his voice so the others can’t hear him over their bickering, “between you and I, after my first crash-landing I was scared of water for years. I didn’t get over it until recently, but I know I missed out on some pretty fun times because of it.”

“Really?” Bob asks, tilting his head to one side, “I- I mean, I’m sorry.”

“All good, kid, all good.” Maverick smiles, “but what I’m saying is you shouldn't let fear control you. I mean, I didn’t even get to teach Brad how to surf, those pictures would’ve been great blackmail for you kids.”

Bob giggles, peeking down at his friends as their argument seems to settle down. Maverick shifts, getting ready to climb down, “alright, kid. We’re gonna talk about this, but first I want to get you out of this plane, and maybe get that smile to stick around.” 

Before Maverick reaches the bottom of the ladder, Hangman shouts for Bob not to unbuckle, practically bouncing with impatience as Maverick makes his too slow descent. Hangman takes the ladder two steps at a time, hands grabbing at Bob’s where he had begun to unbuckle his thigh straps. 

“Nuh-uh,” Hangman teases, squeezing the other pilot’s thigh. Bob squeals, trying to jerk away but finding himself trapped. “I think we need to get you a little giggly before we head back. Whad’ya say, Bobb-boy?”

Bob shakes his head frantically, cheeks developing a pale pink tint. He puts his hand on top of Hangman’s and makes an attempt to pry it away from his thigh, only to be given another squeak-producing pinch. 

“Hmm,” Hangman says, stroking his chin, he looks down at Phoenix and Rooster, “he’s smiling, so that’s a yes, right?”

“I’d say he looks pretty giddy for it,” Rooster shouts, Phoenix hums in agreement. Watching as Bob turns redder and redder.

“Make sure to go for his tummy!” Phoenix supplies.

Hangman’s fingers dart down to Bob’s knees and splay over them, spidering around his kneecap and calves. 

“Jahahake! Thahahat tihihickles!” Bob screeches, kicking his legs straight as much as he can. Jake’s fingers just follow him however he squirms, pinching and spidering over his legs. 

“That’s great, it means this is working!” Hangman grins. Bob’s fingers scramble upward, hoping he can unbuckle his chest buckle and fold over to stop Jake from attacking his legs. Hangman’s fingers climb all the way up to Bob’s ribs, and it’s enough of a distraction for him to forget his task, throwing his head back and snorting through his laughter.

“STAHAHAP!” Bob giggles, shaking his head back and forth. All he can do is grab onto Jake’s hands and gently hold on, his restraints reminding him how safe he usually is in his plane, but also how trapped he is now that he’s at Jake’s mercy.

“Hmm… Are you ticklish here?” Hangman asks, leaning in and giving Bob a neck raspberry. Bob’s laughter rises in pitch and his shoulders scrunch in an attempt to block it out. Hangman moves his fingers down to Bob’s sides, “What about here?”

“Ihihit tihihickles! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” Bob screeches, giggles freely flowing from him. “IHIHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!”

“Oh, really?” Hangman smirks, “do the seatbelts make it tickle more? You can’t even fight me off.”

“It’s not like he would,” Phoenix teases from below, “he always just lays back and takes it.”

Bob’s face is fully red now, all the way up to his ears, and his hands flop around as he tries to figure out whether he wants to cover his face or keep holding onto Jake’s hands. He’s giggling himself silly, and everytime he remembers that he’s practically strapped down it makes it so much worse.

As if reading Bob’s mind, Hangman starts to tease again, because of course he does, Bob just can’t win. “If the buckles are making this tickle more, just wait for this.”

When Hangman’s fingers dart down to Bob’s stomach, Bob absolutely screams, throwing his arms wherever in an attempt to dissipate the feeling. His laughter dips into silence, getting enough air every few seconds to hiccup amidst his laughter.

“Alright, alright,” Maverick calls up to Hangman, “he looks giggly enough to us from here, I think you might kill him.”

Hangman groans, pulling his hands away and ruffling Bob’s already too messy hair. “Alright, whatever you say, Pops.”

Hangman helps Bob unbuckle from the seat before scrambling down the ladder, making sure the other pilot is steady enough to come down after him. 

Hangman meets Phoenix and Rooster at the bottom, while Maverick holds back to talk to Bob. 

“Feeling better now, kid?” Maverick asks, slinging an arm around his shoulder. Bob nods, leaning into Mav. 

“Yeah, a lot better. Thanks, Mav.” Bob says, looking up at Mav, blush still fiery over his cheeks.

In front of them they can hear Phoenix, Hangman, and Rooster bickering back and forth, voices raised and accusatory. Bob catches a few words, grinning. 

“Just wait until we get you like that, Bagman,” Rooster says, “let’s see if you find it easy to take the tickling when you’re buckled up like that.”

The tips of Hangman’s ears flush, but he shakes his head anyways, all bravado and cockiness, “you’d have to catch me first, and with your old bones I don’t know if you could manage.”

Phoenix, in the middle of the two of them, pokes them both in the ribs, grinning at each of their high-pitched shrieks. “Enough boys, we’ll settle this another time.”

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[magnoliabutters]

BEG FOR IT • SAN DIEGO •

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x reader (she/her, 18+)

summary: the night before your assignment starts at top gun and you’re looking to celebrate. you’re about to have the night of your life.

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; angsty angst, fluffity fluff, smutitty smut; heavy petting, heavy make out sesh, sub/dom dynamic switches, (f receiving) oral, cum denial, (protected) p in v, kinky shit, begging, choking, etc.

word count: ~7k

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good girl • san diego • part two •

note: thank you to @fandomxpreferences​ for the writing bug on this one. please check out their macho man asap. hot hot hot. this series takes place after top gun: maverick. i do go back and forth between first names and call signs - my apologies. this cast list may support you on who’s who and the visuals. i also always wanted to try my hand at making our reader a fucking boss, so here’s my attempt. i hope you enjoy!

It was your last night before your official assignment at Top Gun. Your entire career has been leading up to this moment. You have waited long enough to finally be recognized for your dedication. You cannot wait to learn from the best - Maverick. Just the thought of the captain’s call sign leaves shivers through your body. He will make you the best damn pilot anyone in the Navy has ever seen.

It is never fun to be the new student in class, but luckily your old war buddy is heavily loved at the academy. “Jake!” you excitedly yell through the crowd. You haven’t seen this man in at least three years. A few calls and texts here and there but he will always be a big brother to you, and you his little sister. “Whiskey!” he says as he rushes towards you. His blonde, gelled hair solely visible over the waves of people. Once he’s free, you note his black undershirt and tight jeans. You knew in your heart that this man must have lost his shirt somewhere. His arms wrap around you as he picks you up from your waist. You gasp but let out a laugh, expecting nothing less from your buddy, Hangman.

“God, it’s so great to see you again,” Jake says as he places you down. His devilish smile already showing you he’s about three to four drinks in. “It’s great seeing you too, Hangman,” you say with a pat to his chest. “So this is the infamous ‘Hard Deck’ bar, huh?” you ask as you look over the loud crowd. You note several people still in their uniforms. Dozens of, what you assume are, civilians. “Yup, big fan,” he replies, pulling you from your observations. “Shall we get a drink?” You smile and nod your way towards the bar. “I’ll follow your lead.”

Hangman gently grabs hold of your hand and leads you through the bustling mass of people. You watch in amusement as several drunken servicemen and women dance and stumble into each other. Top Gun is just as you hoped it would be, on the social end of things anyway. “Hey, Penny. Can I get another beer and a Jameson on the rocks?” he yells over to the beautiful woman behind the bar. She nods and quickly begins to make the drinks.

“I’m happy to hear that we’re on the same assignment,” Jake says at a louder volume. Your eyes travel over the group of people, completely filled with happiness and amazement. “Whiskey?” he asks. You direct your attention back to him. “Yeah?” you shake your head and sigh. “I’m sorry, H. I’m just taking all this in! This is so freaking cool!” you share with excitement in your eyes. He smiles, “I know. I remember when I first got here. I was all nerves, but I had to push all that down ‘cause they were still looking for a team lead.”

Jake grabs hold of both your drinks and thanks the bartender. He hands over your glass. “Damn, so the dog fights started as soon as your boots hit the ground?” you ask as you take a slow sip. “Pretty much. Luckily, our team lead’s already chosen this time,” he mutters nonchalantly. You immediately turn towards him. “Are you team lead?” you gasp with a gentle smack to his chest. He takes a swig of his beer as he rolls his eyes. “Nah, not this time. Don’t remind me,” he mumbles under his breath.

The bar’s jukebox suddenly switches to a classic. Roaring through the speakers, you hear the song “We Built This City.” You slowly turn towards Hangman with a gaping mouth. His head immediately begins to shake no. He already knows how much you love to dance. “Aw, please Hangman! Let’s dance!” you say as you begin to swing your hips. He huffs and rolls his eyes, but only because he knows he’s going to give in. He always does.

You laugh as Hangman downs the remainder of his beer. You grab hold of your whiskey and gulp it down as fast as you can. With a smooth movement, you grab hold of Hangman’s wrist and drag him onto the dance floor. You bounce, with your arms raised, as you sing along to the song. You are completely carefree. Not a single worry in the world. Absolutely happy and proud of where you are now. You deserve this. You deserve to celebrate! You yell along with the music as you continue to dance your little heart out. 

With a few extra jumps, you find yourself bumping into a woman. She spills her drink on her white shirt and looks towards you with an annoyed face. As soon as her eyes land upon yours, her entire demeanor changes. “Whiskey?!” she yells with her hands raised. “Oh my goodness! Phoenix! I haven’t seen you in so long,” you say as you wrap your arms around her. “I’m so sorry about the drink. Let me get us some napkins,” you say. “No, no. I’ll go get them. You two catch up,” Hangman interrupts with a smirk.

“Thank you, H!” you yell as he already walks off to the bar. “How long has it been?” you ask as you direct yourself to your old crew mate. She exhales as she shakes her head. “I don’t even know! It’s been way too long,” Phoenix replies excitedly. “Did you finally make Lieutenant?!” You grin with a nod. “Oh yeah, I’m all official now,” you chuckle. “Damn, Lieutenant y/n ‘Whiskey’ y/l/n,” she says as she takes a good look at you. “It’s been way too long,” she repeats as she playfully hooks her arm around your neck, putting you into a bit of a chokehold. 

Phoenix and you laugh for what feels like hours. Your cheeks hurt with how much you have been smiling. It’s odd to go to a place you have never been before and yet, feel like you are home. It just goes to show that home is not a place, it’s a people. “Hangman, did you introduce Whiskey to everyone yet?” Phoenix asks right before sipping on her beer. “No, I haven’t actually. I was planning on making my way over to the pool table,” Hangman shares as he nods over to the taller deck of the bar.

“Ooo, pool sounds like fun,” you add as you look towards Hangman. Your eyes hopeful and excited for any and all experiences. “Am I going to kick your ass again?” you ask as you elbow Hangman’s gut. He exaggerates as he exasperates a breath in response. “Shut up,” you laugh at his reaction. “Kick my ass? That’s hilarious,” he replies. Phoenix chuckles as she rolls her eyes. “Dude, you are so easy to beat now a-days. You’re too focus on getting laid,” she quickly adds. 

You gasp against your glass as you take a sip. “Yikes, shots fired,” you whisper. Hangman scoffs, “At least I’m getting laid.” Your eyes widen as your brows raise. “Yeah, I’m going to go walk off now. I’m sure Phoenix is about to rip your head off,” you softly say with a bit of a laugh towards the end. Phoenix nods as she watches Hangman take a shaky sip of his drink. You grab hold of your second whiskey and drop it down your gullet.

You decide to pop over and see the pretty bartender again. “Hi there, can I get another Jameson?” you yell over the loud commotion from the crowd. “Of course, darlin’. Under Hangman’s tab, right?” she asks with a wink. You smile and tuck your chin to your chest. “I like you. My name’s Whiskey,” you say as you extend your arm out over the bar. The bartender smiles as she quickly dries her hands on a towel. “I’m Penny. Nice to meet you,” she says with a good shake of her hand. 

You turn around and lay your elbows back onto the bar as you wait for your drink. “Rough night?” a random man asks. You turn towards him with a raised brow. “No,” you respond sternly and return to looking over the crowd. The man, thankfully, walks away as you put your resting bitch face on full display. As you look over the boisterous crowd, you catch a glimpse of a jukebox in the back corner. Before you can rush over in pure excitement, you hear, “Whiskey for Whiskey.” Penny hands over your drink with a wide toothed grin. You spin around and wink. “Thank you, Penny,” you smirk. She nods with a side smile as she returns the wink.

Walking towards the jukebox is a bit of a hassle. You find yourself bumping into several people. Some of your whisky spilling onto the floor. You feel as though you’ve said “excuse me” about a hundred times before you finally reach a clearing in the mass. You dig into your front pocket for a quarter as you sip on your glass. In dire search for the perfect song to dance to, you settle on an old Chuck Berry song that you adore.

All of a sudden, another stranger of a man walks up and pulls the juke’s plug with a quick tug. He wears an opened mustard Hawaiian shirt and tight blue jeans. “Hey! What the hell?” you shout with your arms raised. The man ignores you as he quickly walks over to a break in the horde. You follow his brunette locks until he disappears behind others. Suddenly, you hear a piano - a live piano.

With a confused look on your face, you decide to climb into a recently used booth and peer over the group’s heads. You note the man slamming his fingers down on the keys as those around him form a circle. You continue to watch curious, while also pissed that you wasted your quarter. Before you knew it, the man began to sing and the crowd sang along with him. You didn’t recognize the song but you could see that this impromptu singing was most definitely a tradition for those in the bar.

You try your hardest not to be upset with the man, but your body is red hot in response to his rudeness. Maybe it was the three whiskey shots you have taken so far. Once the song ends and the entire bar is filled with shouts and howls, you note the man walking towards the pool tables. You quickly shoot down your whiskey, jump from the booth, and plan your attack to run into each other amongst the masses. 

With a not so subtle bump, your shoulder lands upon his. The man immediately greets you with a smile and an apology. His smile incredibly divine below his bushed stache. The stache reminding you of the old poster of Tom Selleck you embarrassingly had in your room growing up. “You owe be a quarter,” you respond. You lean yourself against a high topped table. “Excuse me?” the man genuinely asks. “You owe me a quarter. You turned off the juke before I could choose a song,” you share.

The man laughs as he looks over you with amusement in his eyes. “Do you really want a quarter, right now?” he asks. “Did you really have to turn off the juke when it was my turn?” you retort. The liquor in you making this a way bigger issue than it ever had to be. A part of you acknowledges that, while the other part simply chooses to ignore it. The man chuckles. “Where are your friends?” he inquires, entertained. A part of him also concerned as you are clearly tipsy and alone. “None yah,” you mutter. He watches you with disbelief. “Are you really ‘none yah business’-ing me right now?” he asks. With a tight lip and squinted eyes, you slowly reply, “Maybe.”

“Alright. I’m sorry,” the man snickers as he raises his hands. “I don’t have a quarter, but maybe I can buy you a drink - or get you a water?” You grumble at his solution. “I rather have the drink,” you mumble. “And I rather you have the water,” he states. He smiles as his eyes rake over you. His chin held high as he takes a good look. You stand there, almost awkwardly, as you note him attending to different parts of your body. You feel as though you are a piece of art on display. He wasn’t bad to look at himself. His brunette hair and deep dark eyes leave you weak in the knees. You wouldn’t mind tussling your hand through his hair. His body ever so toned and tight. What’s under that shirt of his? Under those jeans…

Although initially a dick according to your tipsy mind, your body only received good energy from this man. In and of itself, that is a rather rare thing to feel from a stranger. “Let’s go with water,” you mutter with a suspicious look. “Ha-okay,” he scoffs. “Do you mind if I guide you back to the bar? It might be a bit difficult to walk through with all these people,” he suggests. You begrudgingly accept. However, you are more than okay with it once he wraps his arm around your waist.

Once at the bar, the man lightly leans you against the bar. His hip rests against the back of yours as he holds you tight to the bar. There is a possibility you drank more than you should have. “Hey, Penny! Can I get a water really quick?” he requests. Your ears perk up at the name. “Penny? I love Penny,” you whisper. “Whiskey can’t hold her Whiskey, huh?” she laughs in response as she places the glass of water in front of you. “That’s why they call me Whiskey,” you say as you maneuver out of his support. You take a few steps from the bar and bow.

The man and Penny both shine smiles your way. Both amused by your fearlessness and disregard for social normalcy. As you bend back up, you lock eyes with the man. His tongue is at the roof of his mouth. His lips perfectly pink and supple. His eyes almost daring you to kiss him. His body unbearably difficult to resist. “Penny?” you begin. “If I go home with him, will I die?” you ask as you point towards him. The man looks off to Penny quickly, but you note some blush to his cheeks. They both cackle in response to your question. “No, you won’t die,” she answers. “He’s a good man? You’d vouch for him?” you insist. She smiles and glances over at him with a look of pride. “Yes, he is a good man.”

“Well, that settles it,” you say as you grab hold of the man’s hand. He lets out a laugh as he follows behind you. He is unable to say a word until you are both outside the bar. “We should probably find your friends,” he says with light chuckles. He is completely entertained with you. “They’re having their own fun. It’s fine. I’m sobering up anyway. I just need to take a cold drive for a little and I’ll be set,” you shine him a smile. He can’t help but smile back at you. “Okay, so a quick drive and then I’ll drop you home,” he confirms. He is desperately attempting to do what’s best for you and get you home safely. “Yeah, or your home,” you murmur under you breath as you begin to step down from the wooden deck.

The man grabs hold of his keys from his back pocket. He smiles as he shakes his head. “I’m over here,” he says as he walks over to the Ford Bronco. “Oh shit,” you say as you slow your walk. “Damn, a first-gen?” you ask, letting out a low whistle. He nods with a tight lip, slightly impressed. You open the passenger side door and carefully slide in. “Wow, fully restored, huh?” you excitedly ask. He smiles and responds, “Yeah, it was passed down in my family.” You grin in response as you buckle your seatbelt.

Lowering the window, you lean your face onto the car’s door. The cold ocean air flinging back at you. The man watches from the driver’s seat, in awe of you. “So, your call sign’s Whiskey?” he asks as you both ride the coast. “Yup. What about you?” you ask turning back to him. Your hair whips around your face, making it practically impossible to see. “I’m Rooster,” he shares. You nod, “That’s a pretty cool sign.” He involuntarily smiles as his eyes remain on the road. “Thank you,” he expresses.

“So, what brings you to town?” Rooster asks. He steals glances of you between the curves of the costal roads. “I got assigned in the area,” you share. You remember that your assignment remains top secret and only a few are given the detailed information. Fortunately for you, assignments run in and out of San Diego’s Naval base regularly. “Oh nice, same here,” he adds. “Have you been assigned here before?” he asks, now simply trying to continue the conversation. “Nope, but I always wanted to be,” you say as you rest your forehead slightly out the window. The wind cooling the heat from your face. 

Rooster laughs as he places one of his hands to his temple. “I feel like there’s a story there,” he ponders. You smile as you lean back onto the passenger seat. “Not a fun one,” you reply as you look over to him. “What’s your story?” you ask as you lean closer to the driver’s side. You cross one of your legs under the other as you place your chin in your hand. He chuckles as he shakes his head. “No story here. Just an assignment,” he mutters. “Wow, we are boring people,” you exhale as you face towards the road. He breathes out a laugh as he holds his solid smile. “Sounds more like we just don’t like talking about ourselves,” he softly suggests. 

You smirk as you bump your shoulder against him. “I guess I can agree with that,” you hum. Rooster leans into your shoulder, but lightly begins to tap onto his steering wheel. His smile pulls to one side. “So, how are you feeling?” he asks. You rest your head upon his shoulder and link your arm around his. “I’m feeling pretty sober,” you confidently share. He nods as he hesitantly leans into your embrace. “I’m happy to hear that,” he mutters under his breath. “Yup, so you can take me back to your place now,” you nonchalantly instruct. 

Rooster quickly turns over to you and chuckles in disbelief. “What? No, common,” he continues to laugh between words. “Where are you staying?” You slide your other hand onto his thigh. “I’m staying with you,” you reply softy. His eyes turn towards you. Yours look up to him as you bite the side of your lip. He lets out a heavy breath as he glances back at the road. “Where are you really staying, Whiskey?” he asks seriously. 

With the sudden shift in tone, your eyebrows raise. “Rooster, what are you not getting here?” you question. “I want you to take me back to your place and fuck me silly. Now, its one thing if you aren’t interested but if you’re just trying to be the gentleman here, please don’t.” He shakes his head as he bites his lip hard. His breathing heavies as he taps against the steering wheel. “You swear you’re sober?” he asks with all sincerity. You truly appreciate the question. Another sign of goodness within this man. Penny must not have been wrong. “I swear,” you reply confidently. It wasn’t even a lie. Like you said, cold wind in your face during a drive and you are good as new. 

Rooster mutters, “Damn it,” under his breath as he makes a hasty U-turn on the road. You giggle as the car flings you into him. “Hmm, good boy,” you whisper in his ear. He releases a quivering breath and quickly clears his throat. Ever so lightly, you place a kiss right below his ear. Your hand, still resting on his thigh, now smoothing its way over to his inner. A firm bulge leaving your body shivering. You enjoy how his breathing shakes when your lips trace over his skin. 

With a lean of his head towards you, Rooster finally loosens the reigns and gives in a bit more. His mouth hanging open as your lips explore his jawline. Your hand beginning to palm closer and closer to his groin. Your eyes lightly close as you lean into the softness of his olive toned skin. He releases a sharp breath as his forehead caresses your temple. “Don’t crash this car, Rooster,” you laugh against his cheek. He smiles, “Trust me, I won’t.” 

You place a kiss onto his cheek as his arm curls around your waist. You lightly unbuckle your seatbelt. He pulls you in closer to his side, as your hand moves underneath his shirt. Finally, you get to touch those muscles you recognized from the first second you saw him. Your legs tighten together as you lower your kisses onto his neck. He raises his chin as his nails dig into your hip. You sharply breathe against him as the pinches send shots of electricity through your body. 

Before you knew it, Rooster put the Bronco in park. He immediately rushes his seat belt off and lands his hands against your cheeks. You lean against him as you quickly adjust your body to straddle him. Your arms wrap around his torso as your waist begins to grind onto him. Your breathing is in sync. He slowly moves one of his hands towards the back of your neck, pushing you closer into him. His lips envelope your mouth as you begin to reach for his belt. 

Without your noticing, Rooster slowly opens the car door and swings his legs to meet the road below. He moves his other hand down to your waist and presses you tight against his body. He carefully moves you both out of the car and stands. Your legs instinctually wrap around his waist. He begins to walk you over towards, what you would assume is, a house. You are quite busy smashing your tongue against his during this hot and heavy pleasure filled break from reality. 

You feel Rooster reaching for keys in his front pocket. All whilst his lips crash onto yours. You feel the red hot passion against your skin. Your legs clenching tightly around his waist. A part of you feels bad that he is actively trying to get into his house all while making out and carrying you. The other part of you just cares about the making out part. He accidentally drops his keys, but you don’t care. All you want right now is him. You don’t care where. You begin to softly moan against his lips as you feel a bulge twitch against your thigh. He huffs as he quickly lifts you up to get a better grip. His hand now resting on your ass as you tighten your grip around his neck. He slams the side of his fist onto the front door. Not leaving even a second of your lips being apart.

As it opens, Rooster quickly walks you both inside. There is no acknowledgement for the glasses wearing soldier who watches you both in absolute awe. Rooster stumbles down a hallway, often leaning you against the wall as your back crashes against what you think to be hung photos. Your tongues continue to dance as your hands drag against both of your bodies. The fire between you two is undeniable.

Once Rooster makes it into the threshold of his room, you quickly jump down from his hips and push him back onto a bed. You lightly kick the door closed behind you. He laughs as he watches you in all your glory. You crawl over him, slowly stopping for pecks on his stomach and chest. You feverishly straddle him as you rest your hands upon his chest. “So, Rooster. Whatcha gonna do to me?” you ask with a bit of a taunt. He heavily breathes through his smile as he leans up to meet your lips.

Only a mere few centimeters away, he whispers, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to be begging to cum on my cock.” You slightly pull back with your chin lowered, completely impressed. His eyebrows bounce as he lightly brushes his lips against yours. Now, it is abundantly clear that you do not know this man. But with what information you gathered in your short time together, you did not expect this.

With a swift movement, Rooster flips you on your back as he rests between your legs. His hands crash beside your head, pulling the mattress down. He tilts his head as he looks over your face. You smirk as you place your hand to his cheek. His eyes rake over your hair, your irises, your nose, and mouth. If he has done anything tonight, it has been observing you and every detail of your body. You have never been completely adored over like this before. This is something new and you are still unsure of how you feel about it. 

Your hand moves to the back of his neck, pulling him down and crashing his lips against yours. Rooster rests his weight on his knee between your legs. He quickly raises his torso and takes off his Hawaiian and undershirt. You are gobsmacked by how incredibly attractive this man’s body is. You try your hardest not to show it and put all of your effort into clenching your teeth together. However, you are sure your eyes give you away. 

Rooster pinches a piece of your shirt and pulls it towards him. “You gonna take this off?” he asks. With the opportunity to switch back to dominating, you quickly rise up on your hands. Your face meeting his sternum. You look up to him and whisper, “I think you got it.” With just that look up, you surprisingly find yourself wanting to be submissive. His body huge and heavy over you, completely filled with muscles you would have never imagined. You slowly raise your hands as his fingers play with the hem of your shirt. 

With a smile you have grown to admire, Rooster slowly pulls your shirt over your head. Your hair collapsing onto your shoulders and upper back. You watch him with curiosity. He leans closer to you as he easily unclasps your bra and allows it to fall naturally. There you rest, your eyes and chin up to him with a completely bare chest.

“Lay down,” he softly instructs. Swallowing your pride, you gradually lean back onto your elbows and finally onto your back. Your eyes never leaving his. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs as his hand travels down between your breasts and onto your stomach. The feel of his touch is like static to your skin. 

Rooster gently brings his hand back to your face. Some of his fingers hook under your chin, leaving his thumb brushing against your lips. He continues to caress your soft lips as you watch him with wide eyes. He lightly breaches your mouth and places his thumb between your teeth. You give him a soft bite, producing a beautiful smirk across his face. 

“Hmm, good girl,” he murmurs as he places a gentle kiss upon your lips. Your hands fly to his waist. Your kisses are more like bites as you fully indulge on his beauty. He leans deeper within your kisses. Your hands swiftly unbuckle his belt and pull down on his jeans. With the base of your palm, you lightly press down upon him. Your hand exploring his unit. He groans as you smiles against his lips. Your breathe deeply along with him as roses appear on the tops of your cheek.

Rooster quickly pulls down his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. He quickly shifts his focus towards your jeans. As he pulls them down, side to side, giggles escape your lips as he places kisses on your ticklish spots. Your hand resting on his hair as he floats lower and lower on your body. Your hips rise up to him. Your body wanting everything he can give you.

As he reaches your panties, Rooster places a sweet kiss atop your clit. It takes everything you have within you not to scream and to be patient. You desperately want him to explore underneath the cloth. He trails one finger down from your clit and by your entrance. “Already wet for me,” he whispers as he leans down and places a soft kiss on your inner thigh. Your skin is on absolute fire. Your legs demand to clench together and pull his head closer. You take steady breaths to keep yourself calm.

Rooster continues his kisses from the top of your inner thighs, now exploring the area between your hips. Your waist involuntarily pushes into him, bumping against his chin. He doesn’t mind as he hooks his fingers underneath the band of your underwear. You attempt to maintain your breathing as he slowly pulls the cloth down until you are completely bare in front of him.

“You are so beautiful,” he mumbles between kisses as he explores the top of your vag. You desperately try to keep your hips from grinding upon his face. His lips finally land upon your clit. You feel his wet tongue slide within your folds. Your eyes roll back as you lean deeper into the mattress. Your hands grasping at your chest. With a flick of his tongue, you release a low moan and begin to move your hips with his steady movements.

Rooster smiles as he feels your body writhing underneath him. His arms hook under your thighs, keeping them wide open for him. His hands dig deep into your muscles. He circles his tongue around your bean. With another moan from you, he begins to drag the flat of his tongue between the tops of your lips. His hard cock presses deeply against the mattress. He wants so deeply to be inside you, but needs to make sure you are all lathered up and ready for him.

With another firm lick, he lowers his tongue and circles your entrance. Your body is desperate for him to go inside. Your hips now acting completely out of control and grinding upon his face. You let out moans as your hand tightens it’s grip on his soft locks. “Oh fuck,” you yelp as your other hand rubs out your breast and nipple.

Without your knowledge, Rooster looks up at you every time you moan. He watches as your body tightens in response to him. He loves watching you play with your tit as he eats you out. He begins to grind into the mattress. The pressure feeling nice, but the tension of being inside you is almost too much to bare.

Rooster firms his tongue and gradually pushes it within you. Your eyelids flutter. Your thighs struggle to clench together, but his hands grip harder upon your legs. You are completely open for him and he likes it that way. As he quickens his movements, dragging his tongue against your walls, your moans grow louder and more intense. “Shit, shit, shit,” you say with a crack to your voice. Your hand squeezes and pulls against the strands of his hair.

Hearing you moan for him, Rooster feels like he is almost being pushed off an edge. He wants you to cum in his mouth so fucking bad, but he is not going to tell you that. He quickens his tongue pulling in and out of you. He pulls one of his hands to very softly rub against your clit. You are now a puddle and desperate for his thorough touch. “Fuck, Roo. I’m-” you start. Each touch leaves you on the brink of overstimulation and pleasure. Your body prioritizes your heaving breaths over speaking. “I’m going to cum! Roo, I’m going to cum,” you mumble as your hips thrust against him.

Abruptly, Rooster pulls from you. His mouth and chin glistening with your slick. Your entire body shoots into madness as you tighten into a ball whimpering. “What the hell,” you softly grumble out. Little did you know, Rooster was pulling his pants down and wrapping up his cock for you.

Once he is set, he pulls at your shoulder and pushes you back onto your back. Your wide eyes watch him in all his glory. His cock rather girthy, leaving your pussy drenched and ready. He leans onto one of his hands again, careful not to pull at your hair. He uses his other hand to guide his cock towards your entrance.

As he circles his dick around your hole, gathering more slick, your body trembles. “P-please,” you cry as your body demands him. In one swift movement, Rooster gradually bottoms out within you and places a hand to your neck. Your chin rises as your mouth gapes open. He groans against you as his thumb and point finger squeeze against your carotid arteries.

Rooster leans into your lips softly. “You feel so good on my cock,” he mumbles as he bites your bottom lip. He pulls away as he continues his slow thrusts into you. You attempt to follow him but his hand keeps your neck down to the mattress. “What do you want?” he softly asks as he looks down at you. “F-faster,” is all you can muster through his strong, jolting thrusts. “What?” he seethes through his teeth as his force quickens. “Faster, please,” you murmur as your eyelids flutter.

Without a care in the world, you are now this man’s fuck thing. You are here to be used and you love it. You watch as he groans against you. His forehead at times landing at the tops of your shoulders as he breathes heavily into your neck. Your nails claw down his back as a pit in your stomach begins to grow. Your hand instinctually begins to rub at your clit while his balls begin to slap against your ass. The sensation leaving you over the moon.

“God, you’re taking my cock so well,” Rooster mumbles as he leans into the palm of his hand at your collar bone. You whimper as you fingers match his thrusting rhythm. Your other hand lowers onto his perfect ass, feeling his muscles push deeper into you. Your moans grow louder. His groans become more animalistic in response. Thank god for that solider stamina. Your toes begin to curl as your body tightens around him.

“Roo,” you whine. “Ask for it,” he demands as his thrusts slow. “Roo, please can I cum?” you lightly ask. He focuses his attention on you as his hand brushes a strand of your hair aside. He places a sweet kiss upon your lips. “Louder,” he whispers against your mouth. You watch in awe of the man atop of you. “Please, I want to cum,” you whine louder. He shakes his head no with a smile pressed against your lips. “Beg for it,” he sternly says.

Your body begs you to give in. Do anything to get yourself the orgasm you desire. “Please Rooster! Let me cum on your cock. Please!” you scream as you grab hold of his torso. Your body grinds against him as you are desperate for more stimulation. He smirks as he leans in and bites your neck. You gasp at the pain. “Good girl,” he whispers into your ear.

“Cum with me,” Rooster invites. Immediately, he pounds the living hell out of you. You feel your entire body shake as both of you smack against each other. You hold on to his torso for dear life as your pussy tightens around him. “Fuck!” you scream. He pile drives harder within you. “I’m cumming,” he mutters out as his dick is so deep inside of you. “Please, Roo. Please cum inside me!” you yell.

Rooster’s groans are intoxicating as he cums heavily within you. You release a deep moan as your walls clasp around his cock. His mouth hangs open as he crumples over you. His body still sending jolts of thrusts within you. You feel light headed and struggle to watch as he cums over you. You want to remember this moment. He looks so fucking hot when he’s cumming inside of you.

Finally, Rooster places his weight atop of you. Your hands wrap around his waist and flow up his back. A hand lands upon the nape of his neck as you lean to plant a kiss on his cheek. You both breathe heavily against each other as you enjoy the comforting embrace. Once he’s caught his breath, he places his lips on your shoulders and up to your neck. You giggle at the ticklish sensation, leaving a beautiful smile upon his lips.

Rooster gives you one last kiss before sitting up and discarding the condom. You smile and assume this is the part where you leave. You twist out of his bed and begin to search for your clothes. He rests on his knees with a laugh. “Where are you going?” he asks. You turn towards him with surprises eyes. “I was going to head out?” you reply confusingly. “You don’t have to go. You can sleep here,” he says as he crashes onto his back. He lightly pats the mattress beside him.

“Oh, um,” you say with your shirt in your hands. In what feels like forever, your mind ponders the different options you have. Your choices are to sleep on Hangman’s couch, sleep at the bunks in the academy, or sleep with the man who just fucked you so hard you could pass out right now. You drop your shirt with a small grin as you crawl over beside him.

Rooster smiles as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you in to be the little spoon to his big. You fit perfectly within his arms. He nuzzles his chin between your neck and shoulder. He whispers, “Night Whiskey.” You smile as you curl over to your back and pull him down for a kiss. “Good Night, Roo.” Never would you have expected something like this, but god damn are you thankful.

You wake up to your phone buzzing on the bedroom floor. Rooster’s arm still rests tight against your hips. His breathing heavy against your ear. With the light shining in from behind his curtains, you recognize that it’s the morning and your alarm is going off. You lightly move his arm and place it beside his resting body. You smile as you watch him innocently snoring away. His bare back shining in the morning sun. His sheets barely covering his lower half. You make a mental note to squash away any feelings this man may have invoked within you.

Leaning in, you place a kiss upon his forehead. “I hope I get to see you again,” you whisper before kissing him one last time. You quickly call an uber and begin to dress up in yesterday’s clothes. You rush your hand through your hair as a makeshift brush. You have about an hour to get to the base, get into your flight suit, and be ready for class. Once your car arrives, you take one last look at him before walking out.

With 5-minutes to spare, you finally crash into the seat beside Hangman for your orientation course at Too Gun. Your hair tightened into a slick bun. “Where the hell have you been?” Hangman asks with a fierce tone. “I’m sorry. I ended up going home with someone, but I’m all good. Still alive,” you respond. “Barely,” you add with a laugh as you bump your shoulder towards him. He takes a deep sigh as he runs his hand on his cheek. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he grumbles. “Yeah, yeah,” you say as you grab a pen for your debrief notes.

“Good Morning everyone,” a voice bustles through the air. You look up to see Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. Your mouth hangs open as your hero stands in front of you. You have been dying for the opportunity to work with Maverick and the time is finally here. Quickly, you straighten your back to salute to the higher officer. “We are going to need a team of six, F-18s,” Maverick announces. Looking around, you note there are at least 15 people in the room. Let the dog fights begin, you think to yourself.

“Our goal is to land several rounds of missiles onto a well known terrorist hideout,” Maverick continues. “You will be led by team lead Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw,” he says, gesturing to the person beside him. You do not get a good look before you write the team lead’s name down. “Call sign, Rooster,” he adds.

Your entire body pauses. Your hand drops the pen onto your notes as you slowly lift your eyes. You confirm that your team lead is in fact the same Rooster who fucked you so good last night and cuddled you until you fell asleep. He wears aviators with his flight suit, standing tall before the class and beside Maverick. Your eyes cannot help but continue staring at him. Despite the fact that you desperately do not want to make eye contact.

Your eyebrows push together as you struggle to maintain your composure. Hangman notices your sudden shift in body language. He whispers out the side of his mouth, “What’s up?” Unfortunately, the noise draws attention your way. You make eye contact with Rooster. You see a slight twitch of his mouth when your eyes meet. He must not have known either. Oh shit.

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Players Play Games

Pairing: Hangman x Reader

Warning: Detective Phoenix, Hangman plays games, slightly sexual

Summary: reader and hangman play a game/trick on the pilots

Masterlist

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Hangman met you while visiting LA, and the rest has been history. Anyone truly close to you knew of your relationship and subsequent marriage. Except for his coworkers. That was a game the two of you had been playing since you started dating. 

You work as a special effects artist for a lot of major movies, so you liked to try different disguises. Not only was it fun for the two of you to deceive other Navy pilots, but it was also a massive turn on for the both of you. Jake kept his reputation and you got to practice disguises. When he was called back to Top Gun, you had just finished a movie and decided to accompany him. 

“Wanna head to The Hard Deck?” Jake asks as you both finish unpacking everything in your Navy provided bungalow. 

“Please. I could go for a drink right about now,” you wipe sweat from your brow. It’s still early so you didn’t bother going in separately. 

“Hangman, Y/n,” Penny greets you, a little surprised you aren’t in a disguise. She enjoys your game, giving you a free drink if it takes her more than an hour to figure out who you are.

“Two beers please, Penny my dear,” Hangman smiles, being the first pilot to show for the night. The two of you are expecting to see familiar faces since Jake was recalled. 

“Thank you, baby. I’m going to be over there cheering you on,” you press a kiss to your husband’s lips and saunter to a table near the pool table. Hangman enjoys the view of you leaving, taking a sip of beer and letting his usual sly smirk appear on his face.

Coyote is the first to show, finding Hangman at the dart board. You nearly laugh out loud at the twenty-dollar bet being placed. 

“Penny, put another on dear Hangman’s tab,” you wink and get your second beer of the evening after the older pilot was overboarded. Hangman takes the opportunity of everyone being distracted to walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you.

“I won just for you, darling,” his southern drawl slightly more prominent. You hum and accept the beer from Penny. Your window of opportunity is short as Rooster’s song is ending soon.

“Did you? You better apologize to that poor WSO for stealing the cue. And don’t forget your A-game later,” you wink and saunter back to your perch. Soon enough, the routine kicks in. Coyote and Phoenix begin speculating about who Hangman’s catch of the night would be. He looks around the bar, pretending to check out girls, then he makes his way to you.

“I’m sorry, did you happen to see a library card on the table?” He asks you with a smirk. Rooster rolls his eyes as Phoenix observes you.

“No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“I wanted to check you out,” he says as innocently as he can, nearly making you choke on your beer. You had seen the pickup line before, but hearing him say it was a different story,

“Take a seat, fly boy,” You laugh, and he slides into the seat across from you. He continues to flirt for another fifteen minutes, getting you thoroughly turned on. 

“Take me home or lose me forever, Jake” you whisper into his ear after standing up. If that wasn’t an instant turn on, he didn’t know what was, because he was now harder than a rock. He practically knocked the chair over having stood up so quickly. After urgently closing his tab, he followed you out the door.

“I think Hangman’s met his match,” Payback comments across the pool table. 

You both loved North Island. You were able to be domestic but embrace the fun Jake’s player reputation allowed for. If only everyone knew he was going home with the same girl every night. As you neared the mission deployment, you and Jake went back to the Hard Deck one last time. This time you wore a wig and fake contacts with makeup done to perfection. Jake always thought you were beautiful even in disguise, but he loved you out of it even more.

“Coyote. Is it just me, or does every girl Jake flirts with have the same voice?” Phoenix asks as they watch the player. Coyote thinks about it, he always waved it off since every girl had different features.

“Now that you mention it,” he trails off a little. Hangman approached you early in the night, leaving the pair to observe. After you two return from a brief step outside, Phoenix notices something is wrong with your hair.

“Coyote. She’s wearing a wig. And she has rings on her finger,” Phoenix points out and starts walking over to the couple before Coyote can stop her.

“Phoenix, wait,” he says but it’s too late. She’s standing at the booth you two are at. 

“Seresin, who’s the girl,” Phoenix asks, and he just stares at her.

“Melinda, who are you?” You ask a bit rudely; Jake tries not to burst out laughing at his usually sweet wife.

“Phoenix. Why are you wearing a wig? And who are you really, because the girl who has gone home with Bagman each night has had the same voice,” Phoenix demands. You side eye your husband. “Oh, and you are wearing a wedding ring. I’m sure your husband won’t appreciating your extramarital affairs,” Phoenix adds. You like her, she’s feisty.

“Alright, you caught me. I hate my natural hair color. As for the ring, it usually repels unwelcome advances,” You lie with a slight sigh. Jake looks like he is internally debating something.

“No, it’s okay. Phoenix, meet Y/n Seresin, my wife,” he says, finally ending your long game. Phoenix nearly has a heart attack.

“I-. What?” She can’t really comprehend the information. “You married this guy? He is a walking man-whore,” Phoenix just stares at you and you just laugh.

“Oh, I know. Every disguise I come up with, he just ends up coming home with me,” you lean into Jake as he wraps an arm around you. Your game came to an end, but you will enjoy the lasting effects. It’s time for a new one.

“Players play games, Phoenix. Thanks for playing,”

#jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman x reader #top gun maverick #phoenix #natasha phoenix trace

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 131. brb x oc

a/n: okay! So...Um, we're still having issues! So if you see this fic, pls lemme know? I don't know how long this foolery will last, hopefully not long? But yeah,anyway reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3333 (sorry)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none. fluff so fluffy it'll rotten you

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Planning something only worked if you weren’t Beatrice. Because Beatrice was, and still is, incredibly anxious especially around her family.

Of course having Rooster and Nicole with her helped, but she tried her best to avoid her aunt’s gaze every time their eyes met. Her aunt just knew, she just knew something was up and was going to mention it sooner or later…as long as she did it in private and far away from her mother’s prying eyes and perked up ears.

Nicole was happily babbling on her lap, playing with the bracelet on her wrist, pulling the bright stones close to her eyes and letting it go. It was elastic, so she found it hilarious how it bounced off her hand. However, she tugged way too hard and it hit Beatrice’s wrist harder than before, “Ow!” she winces, looking down at her hand with a frown, “Nikki, don’t do that.”

“Mama?”

“Mama got hurt, don’t pull it too hard.” she brings her hand closer and shows Nicole that she could roll the stone and even tug it gently, but not pull and let it go, “Be careful.” she had a feeling she understood, because Nicole just blinked and did as she asked him to do…of course it was more the visual cues than the words but it still helped.

Rooster, who was sitting next to her, gently lowered his hand to her waist using the space between her body and the chair to rub his thumb over the expanse of her midriff, drawing slow circles on her top as he brought the glass to his lips, “You okay?’ he asks, a bit muffled but loud enough so she could hear it through the Italian music playing around them.

“I’m anxious.”

“Okay.” he begins, still keeping the glass there, “You need some time away?”

“No, just scoot closer?”

He sets the glass down immediately, adjusts himself and tugs the chair closer to Beatrice, “Thank you.” she whispers, kissing his cheek - right where his scar was - before sighing, “I feel stupid.”

He smiles, still rubbing her back and gently drawing shapes on her shirt, “You aren’t stupid, you are worried and it’s okay to be.”

‘Hrm.”

“Baby…” he coos, kissing her cheek three times in a quick sequence, then propping his chin on her shoulder, “You are too cute, you know that?’ she pouts a bit and he has to hold himself to not kiss her like he wanted right then and there, “You are doing fine, you hear? You are doing absolutely fine.”

“Thank you,Roos.” she says, “I’m…I’m trying.”

“I know you are,I can see it.” he straightened himself to look ahead, to where his father in law and Maverick were still talking, “They look like long lost friends.” and he was glad that it happened like so, because Mav’s nervousness - while hilarious- was unfounded considering how Rafael was.

He had a feeling the Schiavoni just adopted Maverick as well.

There’s a commotion from the inside of the house, Beatrice’s mother’s voice greeting someone in there loud enough for people to hear. Beatrice perked up with interest, “I think Michael is here.” she whispered, “Can you see anything?” 

Her husband was taller and was looking directly towards the kitchen’s doors, all he could see were the shadows of something moving, probably Michael and his mystery girlfriend, “Not much.” he comments, then grunts as he stands to his feet, “But I’m thirsty, so I’m going to get some water.”

If she ever told people that Lt. Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw was really into gossip she was sure no one would believe her…unless it was Phoenix, because she knew a lot about him and loved to pester him about it. She smiles while biting her lips, following her husband walk away with her eyes until he is inside.

Rooster heard the voices a bit louder in there but couldn’t identify the conversation, however he did open the fridge to get some water…with his eyes directed to the threshold where he could have a better view of whoever was coming over. He waits a bit, filling his glass almost to the brim when he hears the footsteps getting closer.

He tries to appear casual, he does that by leaning against the counter to drink,pulling out his phone to just open the gallery and look at pictures of both his wife and daughter, playing it off as if he was talking to someone.

And almost instantly he gets a message. From Bea.

Bea (21:03)

Anything?

Roos’(22:03)

No, nothing yet.I’m waiting.I can hear Michael’s voice though.

Bea (22:04)

Okay, keep me updated!

He will, he just had to wait a bit more. He didn’t look up right away when he heard the footsteps approaching, “Oh you didn’t have to bring anything,” he hears Claudia say, “You are too sweet, what’s your name again honey?”

“Hannah Dreyfus.”

He tries to not choke on his water but fails, coughing wetly and looking away when he knew they were all staring at him, “Bradley?” Claudia calls gently, already getting closer, “Are you okay,bambino? What’s happening?”

He can’t come up with an answer yet, the shock still fresh in his body. He coughs a few more times before he finally meets his brother in law’s eyes…and Hannah’s. Michael’s hand was on her waist, they were very close, their shoulders were touching.

Now, he knew that Beatrice and Hannah made their peace, he knew there was no bad blood between the two anymore…but it was still so strange to see Michael, who was usually very protective of Beatrice, start dating one of her ex-bullies.

And he had a feeling Michael knew that because he was looking a bit…uncomfortable. “I’m fine,Claudia…just swallowed wrong.” he licks his lips, flicking his gaze between Michael and Hannah, “...well,uh…hi.”

“Hi,” both said together, both looking uncomfortable and unsure if this was a good idea.

Rooster however was reminded that when they first met months ago, something happened. Something sparked between the two and maybe he was overreacting, maybe he was still protective of his wife because of everything she told him,maybe it was because she was pregnant again and he didn’t want her to get more anxious. He throws a lame excuse to leave the room, forgetting his own glass on the way out.

He shuffles over to Beatrice, immediately sitting down next to her and whispering, “It’s Hannah.”

“Huh?”

“Michael’s girlfriend.” he begins, “It’s Hannah Dreyfus.”

And he looks at her, waiting for her reaction. Her brows furrow, then relax then her lips move but no words come out…all that she does is look at him with nothing showing how she felt. She was either really shocked or just didn’t care.

“Oh.”

That was all.

Bradley blinked, then shook his head, “Oh? Is that all?”

“...I mean,I…” she pauses, “I’m surprised, but…I’m not mad?”

“You are not?”

“No,I’m not…I like Hannah.” she smiles, “She’s not bad,Roos…we were done with…whatever was that we had…relax your hands, baby. You are tense.”  she rubs his knuckles, “Brad, are you getting protective of me?”

“Can’t help it.”

“Aw…you are so cute…but you don’t have to worry about Hannah anymore, you know that.” he almost felt bad by his reaction, loosening his hands and sighing before he leans back on his seat because she was right.

He does keep his hand on her back when Michael and Hannah come out, and it’s almost hilarious when they all crowd Hannah and the woman jumps in surprise, clearly not expecting to have that sort of welcome there. Beatrice smiles, waving at her - Hannah barely is able to reciprocate because Marina is just keeping her arms down on a hug - and then looks back at Nicole…well,more specifically at her stomach.

Again she didn’t want to admit but the distraction of Michael’s relationship was very welcome for her wild brain.At least for now.

-

Maverick was now officially part of the family.

Well him,Penny and Amelia. And Hannah,of course.

Beatrice and Rooster watched amusedly as Beatrice’s mother surrounded them with more food, bringing more plates,more options, just more. She knew her mother was happy to see extra guests in their house, she loved meeting people and the fact that these people brought joy to those she loved it was more than welcome.

Nicole, who was still awake, stared at the scene with bright eyes. Her bow was gone, she pulled it off her head when it slid over her eyes and she got annoyed with it, choosing to chew on it instead, deciding it was a much better option than looking cute.

Rooster moves his gaze from the newly acquired family members to Nicole, folding his arms on the side of his chair and leaning down to meet her eyes, “Hi Birdie.” he coos, not being able to contain his smile when she gurgled happily at him, “How are you enjoying your very first Christmas?”

“Well, second, she did spend the first one in my belly.”

“True,” he smiles, “And at least now, I’m here with you three–two-” he cuts himself off when Beatrice widens her eyes at him, “Two, here. Sorry gorgeous,almost slipped.”

“It’s okay.”she looks at her parents then back to Rooster, “No one heard anything.”

“Good.”

“Heard what?”

Both of them froze at the high pitched voice from behind, turning around to only see Bianca’s legs above the back of their chairs, they had to lean forward a bit more and see their niece’s head…well,part of it. She was still on her walking handstand, “Bibi.” Bea begins, “You shouldn’t do that so often, the blood is going to go down to your head and it’s going to give you headaches.”

“But it’s fun!”

“Bibi,come on.”Rooster says, “It’s dangerous.”

“...fine!” she turns back to her standing position with her hands up in the air, as if she just landed on a perfect pose, her blonde hair a complete mess, “What are you guys talking about?”

‘Adult stuff.”Rooster cuts quickly, ‘Nothing to worry about.”

“Mommy and daddy have those talks too and I always sneak on them.” the very surprised voice of Leonardo in the back going ‘what’ fell in deaf ears. Bianca squeezed herself between their chairs, well, her head only and then held herself up by climbing on the back spindles, balancing herself the best that she could. “I snuck on you two!”

Both of them panicked for a second, with Beatrice clearing her throat, “Well,Bibi, that’s bad, you shouldn’t do it. It’s rude.”

“It’s funny!”

“It’s not, you shouldn’t sneak on people.” the little girl pouted a bit but smiled soon after, “What…did you hear though?’

“Dunno.” she shrugs, “Something about something something.” she murmurs, “Hey!Look I can balance myself with one leg!” and she proceeds to stretch one of her legs up and bend her spine in a way the front of her shoe touches her forehead, “Look!”

Beatrice sighed in relief, thank God for her niece’s overactive mind because the fact that she forgot about it meant they didn’t have to worry yet. Another thing to relax, “That’s really nice Bibi, why don’t you go help nonna with the desserts? I think she called you.”

“She did?”

“Mhm, she did, look,” she pointed at the glass doors, her mother wasn’t even looking at them, “Hear that? She’s saying ‘Biancaa’ and asking you to help her.”

Bianca gasped, “I’m a big girl! I CAN HELP!” she jumps out of the chairs to run inside, almost barreling into her grandmother and aunt, already opening the fridge.

Rooster blinked, “Was that a good idea?’

“Maybe.” she says, looking back down when Nicole wriggled, “We’ll see- oh, oh I have to change her, Roos.”

“I’ll go with you. I left the bag in your old room.” he stands up first, pulling the chair for her so she’d stand up easily. So far the night was fine, besides a few innocent slip ups that they could deal with before anyone noticed, and right now they had a baby to change.

Nicole wasn’t sleepy, she was still wide awake and interested in what was going on, blinking at everything as they disappeared into Beatrice’s room. Rooster was kind enough to open the baby bag and spread the towel on top of the bed, running his hands on top so it wouldn’t have any creases.

Beatrice smiles at him when he turns around, earning a wink from her husband, “You are relentless.”

“Yes,very.”

Rooster chose to stay close by but not hover over Beatrice as she changed Nicole, deciding to lean against the wall and look at what was left of the old stickers on the walls, the posters that were no longer there and the glitter glue that made itself known by a perfect round splotch close to her door.

Bradley however, tilted his head when he noticed that there was something partially hidden by her small nightstand, something square and light colored. He frowned, tilting his head and then asking, “Did your parents hide some of the kids’ gifts here?”

“Hm?I’m not sure, why?”

“Because I can see one.” he explains, crouching down to nudge the nightstand out of the way and pull it out. It was not one but two small boxes, one light blue and the other lilac, tied together by a golden ribbon…and a tiny twig of lavender between the gifts, “...huh.” he frowns, turning it back and forth, stopping when he saw the names written on it, “It’s for us.”

“What?’

“Yeah,” he turns it towards her when she finishes Nicole, holding the baby up to her shoulder, “It has our names on it.”

“Does it say who’s it from?”

“No.” his wife grabs the boxes and checks the handwriting, her mouth parting when she read the words, “Bea?’

“...this is my aunt’s handwriting.” she begins, “...oh how does she do this?” she says, clearly surprised and absolutely certain that her aunt was indeed one of the biggest witches this side of the country, “How does she-okay, let’s leave it there, she said she’d want to give it to us later.” 

“You okay?”

“Yeah…I…” she frowns, rubbing her forehead with her hand once Rooster takes the tiny gifts, “Just…thinking that no one in my family is normal…at all. Ugh.” Rooster places the gifts back where they once hid, turning back towards Beatrice with a small smile, “Roos…my family is so crazy.”

“So is mine.” he smiles,kissing her forehead, “...do you think she’ll know we saw it?”

“...yeah.” she whispers, “I do.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

[thebirdandthebee]

Imagine Me & You

A Jake “Hangman” Seresin fic.

Jake stumbles across a woman on base that seems to enjoy the finer things in life… just like the future he’d like to build - with her in it.

A/N: Thank you all for your patience! I got a little caught up in my other series and wasn’t able to focus on this for a while, on top of going out of town for 10 days. I did warn you in the last chapter that this would get a little weird, it only gets weirder from here.

Chapter 8: Size 6

“Sweetheart, it’s time to wake up,” Mia groaned softly as Jake rubbed his hand up and down her back. “It’s 7:30, your phone died in the night,” he elaborated. Mia was usually one foot out the door by now, knowing she had to be on base at 8 a.m.

“Seven-thirty?” She gasped, lifting her head off the pillow.

“Seven-thirty,” Jake confirmed, “sorry darlin,’ I just got back from my run.” Mia flew out of bed, bypassing Jake and running straight into the closet.

Jake headed into the kitchen where he’d already packed her tote, just in time for the Nespresso go to off. He carefully poured her latte into a to-go cup before pulling together a lunch for her, tucking it into her lunchbox. Last night they’d made a stir fry together, sharing shots of sake and indulging in mochi ice cream before having slow, lazy sex on the dining room table.

It was the fourth week of Jake’s leave and while Mia was loving having him around for the most part, she was ready for just a bit more privacy. She was grateful, and she meant that, for all he did for her. Jake took so much pressure off of her shoulders, whether that be around the house, running errands, taking care of Tiger and everything in between, but she had not had a single moment to herself in the past five weeks.

When she took a shower, Jake was there, when she went for a run, Jake was there, when she read her book, he was laying between her legs, asking her to read out loud to him.

Surely he was tired of spending every waking moment with her?

Tonight, however, that would change. It was girl’s night at Tina’s and though it still wasn’t time to herself, she was excited to spend the evening with her friends.

She went through the kitchen in a flurry, stepping into her flats with a top knot balancing precariously atop her head.

“Shoot, I didn’t pack –” Before she could finish her sentence, Jake slid her coffee and her lunchbox across the kitchen counter.

“All set, baby,” he said reassuringly.

“Fuck, my car needs gas,” she pressed her hand to her forehead.

“Went yesterday and filled it up,” he replied, taking her light windbreaker off the entry hook and holding it open. Mia melted, stepping into the jacket and then his arms.

“What would I do without you?” She asked, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You’ll never have to find out,” he replied, kissing the crown of her head. “You take off, I’m gonna pick up dry cleaning and take meet the plumber back here.”

Maybe Mia was overreacting – Jake was wonderful.

Work was light that day, Buzzer stayed home with a cold and Mia’s day had opened up a bit since they had won her first case last week. Jake had celebrated her with reservations at an upscale Italian restaurant and candles all over the apartment when they got home.

She was, however, excited to see Rooster who swung by in the afternoon.

“Hi Roo,” she greeted excitedly.

“Afternoon ma’am,” he nodded, making her grin as he dropped down into a chair opposite her desk. “Came lookin’ round for your other half earlier and couldn’t spot him, he tied up to a post back at your place?” Bradley asked. Mia rolled her eyes with a shake of her head.

“I suspect he is there, but no, he’s a free man,” she commented.

“He’s got mail pilin’ up back at the OBQs,” Rooster countered. “Might behoove him to check it out once and a while.”

“OBQ?” Mia asked with a tilt of her head.

“Off base quarters,” Bradley replied, “where the more seasoned bachelors stay when they want to get out of the barracks – his dorm essentially.”

Mia couldn’t begin to imagine Jake Seresin living in a dorm.

“Well I’m happy to let him know,” she grinned. “Actually, I’m getting together with the girls tonight – maybe you guys could loop up too?” She suggested.

“I would if that man ever replied to my texts,” Rooster laughed. “Haven’t heard from him in weeks,” he explained. Mia frowned, Jake surely checked his phone once and a while, she’d seen it – so she was surprised to hear that he’d been incommunicado.

“That’s weird,” she scrunched her nose.

“I agree,” Rooster raised his brow at the petite blonde.

“I promise, I’ll say something,” she insisted, “I honestly don’t know what else he’d do tonight,” she shrugged.

“You two getting pretty serious?” Rooster asked, shifting to lean back in the chair.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Mia replied. “I mean we have spent every single day together since you came back,” she began, “and that probably sounds like a lot.” She hesitated to elaborate – Bradley was Jake’s friend, after all. “I think we are moving a bit fast and could probably stand to slow down a little bit, but… Jake’s so good to me.” She sighed with a smile, “I mean, it’s always fun when it’s new and fresh, and I’m not complaining, but I’m definitely looking forward to tonight.” She could feel herself rambling.

“Jake’s an intense guy,” Rooster summarized. “Don’t be afraid to ask for some space,” he advised. It was a weird way to phrase it - Jake would never do anything to hurt her. “I’m just saying – you don’t want to burn fast and bright – fuck, I’m overstepping,” Bradley rubbed the back of his neck.

“I know you mean well, Bradley,” Mia assured. “Come on, today’s been slow and the boss is gone – I’m leaving early,” she grinned, gathering her things. Rooster walked her to her car and sent her off for the day.

Arriving back home around 3:00 instead of the usual 5:15, Mia found Jake seated at the kitchen island, his laptop open in front of him.

“You’re home early, sweetheart,” he grinned in that way that made her cheeks pink up.

“Slow day,” she shrugged, setting down her back and hanging her coat up in the entry. Jake closed his computer, immediately unpacking her lunchbox and sliding containers into the dishwasher. “How was your day?” She asked, stepping into his open arms. The aviator almost instantly lifted her onto the kitchen counter. “Nice and quiet, just the way I like it,” he drawled, making her smile as he kissed her gently. “Grabbed our clothes, went to the gym for a pump, watched the plumber fix the disposal,” he listed off. “Now you’re here…” he trailed off, kissing her neck, “with time to spare,” Jake smiled against her skin.

“Think we can both squeeze in the shower?” Mia asked, letting her head drop to the side as he kissed up the length of her neck. “I wanna wash my hair before girl’s night and I start my period next week,” she commented.

“How can I help?” He asked, nuzzling into her skin.

“Fuck me all weekend long?” She asked, holding his jaw in her hands. God she loved this jaw.

“That I can do,” he said, lifting her off the counter with two firm hands and carrying her back to the bedroom.

One thing that Mia had really come to appreciate about Jake was the dedication to his craft. They had yet to fuck once where he didn’t go down on her first and he always made sure she came at least once before he did. Now, with her pressed up against the tile of the shower, he painstakingly worked his way into her, slowly, pressing his full length into her body until their chests met in a mess of water and soap.

“Right here,” he murmured, kissing her through the water droplets. “Right here is where I belong,” he finished. Mia couldn’t help but agree, especially when his thumb was holding her clit hostage as he pumped in and out.

And if she didn’t realize he wasn’t wearing a condom again, he wasn’t going to say anything.

After their shower, Jake wrapped Mia’s hair up in a towel and they took a brief nap. Mia wasn’t due at Tina’s until 6 and she was enjoying the extra time lounging around in bed with Jake.

“Jake?” She mumbled, just on the precipice of sleep.

“Darlin’?” He replied, stroking his hand down the length of her spine as she curled further into him.

“You’re supposed to text Rooster, he wants to see you,” she recalled their conversation from earlier. “Said you have a bunch of mail back at your place.” Jake frowned at her words.

“When did you see Rooster?” He asked.

“He stopped by the office today and we caught up for a few minutes, it was good to see him,” she explained. “He also said you haven’t been texting him back.” Jake frowned even deeper, fingertips grazing her soft skin.

“Babe, after four weeks sharing a bunk with the man, you’d want some space, too,” Jake reasoned – and it was enough for Mia, who drifted off to sleep.

After about an hour, Mia was up and getting ready, blowing out her hair to add in some volume, primping some simple makeup and choosing between a green and blue set to wear over to Tina’s. They weren’t getting too crazy, drinks in the basement, pizza and some old-fashioned girl talk.

From: Tina

Do you mind ordering the pizzas before you leave your place? My phone is acting up and Bob’s already taken off for the night.

Mia was happy to help and told Tina to send the order over. After dressing in her green velour set, she leaned down, running her hand through Jake’s hair and kissing him gently.

The picture of him, bare chested, hair tousled and satisfied smile on his face in her bed was enough to tempt her back down into the sheets.

“Taste good,” Jake murmured, chasing her kiss for a little more. “C’mere,” he insisted.

Mia entertained him, leaning down again with one knee on the bed as she indulged his request. Jake sat forward, meeting her halfway as she slanted her mouth over his again.

“Stay home,” Jake Seresin didn’t whine, but he did plead.

“No,” Mia grinned, pecking him gently, despite his best attempts to turn it into something more.

“Yeah? Why don’t you let me convince you?” He taunted, reaching up to loop his arms around her, but she managed to escape just in time.

“I’m ordering pizza for the girls, want me to send one here?” She asked, padding out to the kitchen.

“Yes please,” Jake called, still in his euphoric cloud with no real intention of getting out of bed just yet – he thought he still had a chance of getting Mia to stay home.

Mia, a creature of habit, saw the Macbook on the kitchen counter and propped it open before realizing it was Jake’s and not hers. An honest mistake. Surely Jake wouldn’t mind if she just ordered pizzas on his internet tab?

Clicking the Chrome logo, it pulled up a downsized window, and though she immediately moved to close the computer, not wanting to violate his privacy, she froze upon seeing the browser.

Engagement rings on Tiffany. Glancing over her shoulder, she scrolled through, seeing two or three had been favorite. Surely Jake wasn’t actually looking at engagement rings, right? Definitely not for her? Maybe he was helping a friend? She saw that the shopping bag in the corner had an icon that there was an item waiting to check out.

Unable to stop herself, she clicked it. There lived Tiffany’s Three Stone Engagement Ring with Pear-shaped Side Stones in Platinum in a size 6. Her size.

“Mia?” Jake called. In a panic, he downsized the browser and slammed the computer shut, grabbing her phone. She could hear him approaching and she leaned against the counter, holding her phone out in front of her.

“What kind of pizza did you want, babe?” She asked, pulling up an app on her phone.

“I’d rather have a piece of your pie,” he said, pressing his hips into her and caging her against the counter.

“Jake, I’m going to Tina’s!” She laughed, pressing a hand to his warm, bare chest. “How am I supposed gossip about you if we’re always together, huh?” She asked, head still spinning, but doing her best to focus.

“You’re gonna gossip about me?” he asked, running his hand through her soft hair, giving it a gentle tug.

“Of course, us ladies have to compare notes,” she grinned.

“Well I hope I get high marks,” he said, cradling her head in his hand and kissing her gently. “Want me to drive you?” He offered.

“Nah, I’m not going to drink that much.” She shivered as he gently massaged her scalp.

“Text me when you get there?” He asked.

“I will,” she nodded.

Adrenaline thrummed in her veins as she drove over to Tina’s, pizzas ordered and a pair of her slippers on the car seat next to her.

“Wine, now,” were the first words out of her mouth as Tina opened up her front door.

“Everything okay?” Tina asked with concern.

“I need you to tell me,” Mia said, leading her own way down to the basement where Bobbi was already munching on hors d’ouerves. “Who else is coming?” Mia asked, taking the room by storm and grabbing the whole bottle of red on the table, pouring half of it into her glass.

“What’s going on?” Tina asked, eyes wide.

“Jake’s looking at engagement rings,” Mia came right out with it.

“For you?” Bobbi’s eyes grew wide.

“For me,” Mia confirmed, taking a long drink. “I was just thinking that we’ve been together too much over the past few weeks, and then I kinda talked myself out of it because he’s so great, but what the fuck?” She asked, listing off, too much anxious energy, so instead, she paced.

“How did we find out about this? What do we know?” Bobbi asked.

“I opened his computer! To order pizza!” Mia gestured with her free hand, “and there they were! On Tiffany!”

“Oh, Tiffany,” Tina cooed.

“Tina,” Bobbi snapped, “not the time.”

Tina looked sheepish and turned her attention back to her friend.

“So what are you going to do?” She asked, flopping down on the couch.

“I have no fucking clue, this is crazy!” Mia laughed in disbelief.  “This is literally the first time in four weeks, outside of going to work, I’ve been away from Jake.” She pointed out. “I mean Jesus Christ, he practically follows me into the bathroom half of the time.”

“So if he asked you right now, you’d say no?” Tina pressed.

“Of course I’d say no!” Mia said, pushing her hair back from her face. “I mean Jake hasn’t met my family –”

“He met Jack,” Bobbi cut in.

“He doesn’t know I’m allergic to dust, I don’t think he even knows my middle name,” Mia continued, “I mean we’ve only been seeing each other for four weeks! I’ve only known the man for…” she trailed off. “Four months?” She asked the peanut gallery. “We haven’t even said ‘I love you,’ I don’t even know if I love him!”

“Bob and I got engaged after six months,” Tina pointed out.

“No, no, no, this is not normal behavior,” Mia held up a finger. “You dated six months and we can all agree, that is shorter than normal. This man had a ring in the checkout after four weeks,” Mia kept going.

“Okay, my personal opinion aside, I respect that this is pretty fast,” Tina said, approaching the conversation as rationally as she could. “Does he know you saw it?” She asked, to which Mia shook her head vehemently.

“Even today – even today – I asked him, ‘what would I do without you?’” Mia began, “and you know what he said? I’d never have to find out.”

“Aww,” Bobbi smiled, to which Mia whipped her head to face her friend.

“The sex must be amazing if he’s proposing after a month,” Tina commented, causing she and Bobbi to burst into giggles.

“You two are seriously no help,” Mia sighed, mildly annoyed.

“Mia, don’t get so worked up,” Tina said with exasperation. “Tell him you saw it, talk to him about it and how you feel,” she insisted.

“And what if he breaks it off?” Mia asked.

“Then he’s an idiot,” Bobbi interjected.

“It might have to be a choice you make,” Tina said honestly. “Jake is…”

“Intense,” Mia commented, using Rooster’s word from earlier that day. She just didn’t realize how seriously he meant it.

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