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sunglasses at night - b.b.
Synopsis: Rooster runs into you (literally) at the Hard Deck. Tags: NSFT, alcohol, PWP, protected sex, penetrative sex, (but reader is not described, can be read gender neutral), sappy Rooster Word Count: 591 AN: LMAO who would’ve thought Topgun would be the reason I would start posting fics on this account again
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“Shit!”
You let out a hiss as the cold beer soaks through your top. Annoyance blooms in your gut and it takes all of your willpower to not bang your head against the bar. The Hard Deck’s not even that crowded, but of course this would happen to you…
A pair of large hands thrust napkins against your damp chest, jolting you from your thoughts. Your eyes trail up the arms and tacky Hawaiian shirt to land on your assailant’s panicked face. His hair’s cut short, a thick mustache sits above his upper lip, sunglasses dangling dangerously low on his nose. They seem stupid given the fact you’re both indoors and it’s night, and yet…
He’s hot.
And he’s currently dabbing your chest while apologizing. You grab his hands without thinking, stopping his panic. His eyes flash up to yours, and you feel your heartbeat pick up. He tenses under your touch, maybe realizing where his hands are, and he checks you out obviously, taking in your appearance.
A dumb grin slides onto his face, an excited look replaces the panic in his eyes. 
“Bradley, Bradley Bradshaw." His smile shifts to something almost predatory, and he winks at you so quickly, you almost miss it.
"Or Rooster.”  
Oh.
Oh, you’re fucked.
And by the time the night was over, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw was going to make sure you were thoroughly fucked, both emotionally and physically. 
He pumps himself into you dutifully, eyes glued to where his cock splits you. He’s torn between watching the way you take him so well, or the enchanting fucked out look on your face. He wants more of it. 
Bradley picks up the pace, taking in your face of delight as he does his best to aim for the spot that makes you clench around him. 
His fingers dig into the fat of your thighs, and he squeezes, like he’s trying to pull you even closer. He wants you closer. 
You weakly paw at his forearms, chest heaving.
“Bradley, Bradley, I’m gonna cum soon.” 
He groans at your admission, dropping to his forearms, hovering above you.
“I know, baby. I know. Can feel you tightening all around me.” 
You nod at his words, thighs circling around his hips as you buck against him. He hisses, dropping his mouth to meet yours in a messy kiss. Your hands tug at his hair, and he moans into you, hips rocking into you intensely. 
You pull away from his swollen lips, eyes snapping shut as your body tenses at the feeling your orgasm washes through you.
“No no, baby please look at me,” he begs hoarsely. Your nails dig into his scalp, almost painfully, as you force your eyelids open. Bradley moans, cock twitching inside you, as he pumps deeply once, twice, and unloads into the condom. 
A heavy weight collapses against you, and he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, as you untangle your fingers to gently pet his hair.
The two of you bask in the stillness, the comfort of your hearts beating against each other. 
It’s Bradley who pulls away first, discomfort outweighing his need to be close to you. You welcome the space, taking the time to blindly grab for his Hawaiian shirt that you hated so much at the beginning of the night. 
Your eyes shut, and you cozy up in bed, enjoying the slight ache in the lower half of your body. 
The bed dips slightly, and you grin as Bradley fixes himself to your side, doing his best to tuck your head under his chin. He holds you close, lips fluttering against your hairline.
“Sorry about the beer.”
You smile softly, gently patting his chest.
“I know, Bradley. I know.”
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fidogo · 9 months
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mwah!!! giving you all kisses and hugs
sorry i've been super super MIA, i've entered a star wars era and made another side blog unfortunately dsfsdfd
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And the truth of the matter is (I'll never let you go) - J.S
Synopsis: Jake Seresin hates you. Or is given no choice but to hate you after you decide to hate him first. Which sucks, because he dreams of dating you, marrying you, fucking you, the whole nine yards.
Tags: NSFT, miscommunication, enemies to lovers (kinda), F!Reader, mentions of gender and sexism, infactual Naval Control Room (sorry babes I have no clue what goes on in there and did not fact check), alcohol, sappy emotions, unprotected sex (Don’t do this!), penetrative sex, sub!reader, Dom!Jake, squirting, creampie, overstimulation, spanking, brief cockwarming
Word Count: 4.3K
AN: pretty silly in concept as in I know nothing about Naval control rooms and instead of learning or changing things just barreled on ahead because I felt compelled lmao I also tend to not like miscommunication tropes but once again…something compelled me
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Jake Seresin fucking hates you.
Well not really. To be quite honest, he thinks you may be the prettiest thing he’s seen in years. He has dreams where he wakes up next to you, fantasies of taking you to Texas, making sure you never had to lift another finger unless you wanted to.
So no.
He doesn’t hate you. But dear God he seems to be doing everything wrong. 
And he never does anything wrong. 
But anytime he flirts with you, dropping the ole’ Seresin charm, your lips curl up at him, unimpressed. (He wants to bite them. Or kiss them). You always roll your eyes, pat his arm and leave him hanging.
He hates it.
So he ups the ante, deviating from your carefully calculated flight instructions. He easily sails through the air, gliding between clouds and aces through the training and exercises. 
By the time Jake lands his plane, he’s elated, adrenaline pumping, muscles tense, and craving something hot, something more. 
Except it’s worse when he sees you that night. He practically turns red when you completely ignore him. Turning on your pretty little heels, not even giving him the time of day. 
He grabs your forearm on your way out, brows pinched in frustration at your lack of attention. At least before, when you talked to him, you were friends of some sort. 
But now you rip your arm out of his grasp, anger evident. 
“You’re a fucking asshole, Hangman,” you mutter before disappearing into the night. You never call him Hangman outside of work.
So yes, Jake Seresin hates you now. 
Any conversation between the two of you changed after that day. It’s always tinged in anger, some sort of bitterness. He can’t figure out what he did wrong, and you won’t tell him, and it just further cements the fact that he has to put those dreams of you to rest. He continues to defy you when he’s up in the air, but he’s no longer trying to impress you, no, it’s petty and cruel now.
He lets the wound fester, lets it grow and spread, turn vile enough that the others eventually take notice. 
Phoenix hangs by you when you’re all together, a loyal shadow, talons out whenever he gets too close. Rooster's loud and annoying as ever, picking up on the tension and doubling down on his clown routine to dissipate the heaviness. 
Jake finds himself embarrassed when Bob looks at him with sympathetic eyes. If you didn’t want to talk to him fine. He doesn’t need you or your goodwill (God he wants you so bad though). 
Coyote finds him at a barbecue one night. He hands him a beer wordlessly and just stays with him. It’s quiet and nice, making the ache he’s been feeling recently disappear a little. 
“You should talk to her.” Coyote's usually calming voice sounds abrasive to Jake; his hackles go up. 
“Jake.” Javy’s tone stops him from pouncing. “I’m serious. Just talk to her. You’ll both feel better.” He slaps his back, wandering over to Fanboy and Payback as the sun dips into the sea, the sky painted in orange and pinks. 
You’re sitting by yourself on top of a picnic table, a little away from the group, gaze glued to the sunset. 
You look like a fucking angel right now. Something straight out of his dreams. 
Fuck it. 
Shock finds its way onto your face as you see him walking towards you, his muscled body moving with purpose. Wide eyes watch him before they narrow turning towards the sand. 
“Go away, Hangman,” you spit. “Do I need to get Natasha over-“
“What did I do wrong? Tell me what I did.” He cuts you off abruptly, and there’s a twinge of guilt and desperation that colors his words. It’s different than any of your previous conversations. No cocky charm, no anger, just a solemness that leaves your jaw hanging as you gape at him.
He barrels through your silence, sitting on the table next to you. “I can’t fix this,” gesturing between the two of you, “unless you tell me what I did to make you hate me so much.”
Jake briefly notes the way you look at him like a deer in headlights, it’s a look he hasn’t seen on your face before. He wonders what other faces you could make for him. 
“You really don’t know?” Your voice softly cuts through the air, anxiety underlining your words. He shakes his head, watching the way you chew on the inside of your cheek as you stare at the darkening sky. 
A silence settles between the two of you, nothing to listen to but the laughter of your friends, and the repetitive crash of the waves.
“You embarrassed me.”
It’s so quiet, Jake almost doesn’t hear it. 
“What?”
“You embarrassed me in front of everyone. You didn’t listen to me at work. And I fought so hard to get into that control room.” You pause, tugging your jacket tighter around you. It sounds stupid now. Certainly nothing to cry over, and yet here you are, furiously rubbing your eyes. 
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry but I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about,” Jake carefully pushes, unsure of how to make this better. 
You make a pained sound, before nodding, a humorless smile on your face. Of course, he has no clue. You press a palm to your chest, looking straight through his eyes into his soul.
“I do the calculations for your exercises and training.” You pat your chest, voice cracking. “I do it.” He tilts his head at you, silently urging you on. “And when you don’t listen to me and are still so successful, everyone looks at me.” 
“But I do that all time…” he trails off, hand hovering over your shoulder before pulling it away. 
“When you train with Mav or the other pilots, that’s different. But just- certain exercises, where it’s mainly for the plane and just you. That’s on me.” 
He takes a sip of his beer, nodding slowly.
“Why do they look at you?” You let out a small groan, brows pinched in annoyance. 
“Because when what I calculate doesn’t happen, they think I should be doing better. Well, everyone but Hondo. And in case you haven’t noticed, there aren’t a lot of women here.” Jake’s stomach drops a little as you continue. Shit. 
“If I had been a man, I don’t think they would’ve raised an eyebrow. Hell, no one says anything when Johnson fucks up on Rooster’s calculations. And it is on me. I should’ve considered the fact that you’re the perfect pilot who will always beat the odds, but you had never pulled this shit with me before.” He snorts at that, before finally letting his palm rest on your thigh. 
In a comforting, apologetic manner. 
Nothing else.
“And it certainly didn’t help that after the first time, I did everything in my power to do the opposite of what you said.” You laugh at that, a twinkle returning to your eyes that he hasn’t seen in a while.
“No that didn’t help at all. One day my favorite pilot stopped listening to me, the next day I was a joke in the control room.” Your fingers curl into your jacket, and you keep still as Jake slides closer to you. He puts his beer down, gently caressing your jaw so you look at him.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry that happened to you. I wish you had told me,” he whispers, watching as your eyes dart around, unused to this type of closeness from him.
“I’m sorry. I just was-“ you meet his eyes again, tears beginning to well. “I was embarrassed. I thought I was going to get demoted or transferred. Which didn’t happen. But I thought you didn’t need me and….” your voice fades off, embarrassment all over your face, as you try to squirm out of his grasp. 
Jake drops his hand from your jaw, giving you space, but he squeezes the flesh of your thigh.
“I’m sorry I made you feel like that. That’s the last thing I ever wanted, believe me.” He swipes at a stray tear with his free thumb, watching you blink in surprise. He steals himself, deciding the truth may be the best route.
“When I didn’t listen to you the first time, I was trying to impress you.” Your eyes widen and your upper body pulls away from him.
“What?” You sound like you can’t believe him, and your eyes narrow at him. “This isn’t funny Seresin.” There’s an edge in your voice again, one that he’s come to respect and hate over the past weeks. 
“I’m not being funny,” he throws back, matching your glare. “I was trying to get you to notice me. Hell, nothing else was working.”
“Now what the fuck do you mean?” He looks at you like your stupid, and he almost feels guilty about it except for the fact that he had been flirting with you for so long, it’s a miracle he didn’t give up. And when he tells you that, you look at him mouth gaping. 
“You were serious?” Jake almost rolls his fucking eyes, but he’s watching you relive months of memories, as your shoulders sag. “Oh my god. I thought you were making fun of me.” 
His heart aches a little at the thought of you thinking he was being cruel to you when he wanted to do nothing more but give you the moon and every star in the sky. 
“Sweetheart. Not only do I want you more than anything, I need you. Always.”
“Oh.” He feels you squeeze your thighs together, feels the heat radiating from you. 
Oh. Oh indeed. 
———
Jake’s careful with you. More careful than he wants to be right now, but everything’s so fragile right now, so tender, he doesn’t want to do anything that’ll scare you off. 
His hands are gentle when he peels your shirt and bra off of you; he’s hesitant as he kisses down your neck. His thumb swipes over the, now swollen, lips that have haunted his dreams. They open ever so slightly, letting him push in. He groans into your neck, pushing his free hand into your shorts, sliding over your damp panties. 
“Fuck,” he whispers, eyes glazed over as he trails his fingers up and down your clothed slit. Your hips buck slightly at his ministrations, lips curling around his thumb as you suck gently at it. 
Jake’s cock throbs painfully in his boxers as he watches your body react to him so beautifully, and he hasn’t even really done anything yet. You’re so wound up, so tense in multiple ways, and it’s his fault. He owes it to you to make you cum before he gets his dick wet. It’s what you deserve. 
He pulls his thumb from your mouth, caressing your face ever so slightly before trailing it down your breasts to tweak at your nipples.
“Such perfect tits,” he mutters, watching you bloom so beautifully under his attention. “Now let's get you out of these shorts.” You lift your hips as he situates himself between your thighs, pulling your shorts and underwear off in one go. And then he just fucking stares. 
You squirm under his eyes, thighs beginning to close as anxiety plucks at your nerves. But he’s faster than you.
“Don’t you go hiding from me now, sweet thing.” He licks his lips before looking at you with blown-out eyes. “I think you doubt how long I’ve been dreaming about you and this perfect pussy. Let me enjoy this.” Your heartbeat picks up at his words, cunt involuntarily clenching around nothing. And he fucking watches it happen. 
He smirks up at you in a way that makes you want to pull your hair out, presses a kiss to your thigh, and remains silent. As if not wanting to push your annoyance too far. 
Jake settles on his stomach between your thighs, continuing to leave a trail of soft kisses up your thighs until he’s right at the apex, thumbs pulling your lower lips apart. He sighs appreciatively as your thighs tense.
“You’re just staring,” you complain, beginning to squirm again. He tsks at you, dragging his thumb up the cleft of your cunt.
“Hold your horses. I’m just getting started.” He swaps his thumb for his index, circling around the bud of your clit, delighting in the way you shiver, and he continues to trace your pussy as it leaks for him. “So pretty…” he murmurs mostly to himself.
Jake’s mainly teasing you at this point. A bit cruel considering how battered you both are emotionally, but he wants the first time you cum for him to be big. Memorable. Nothing less from Hangman. And for you. Of course. 
And so he continues to tease, to drag his digits around your clit, your entrance, teasing the opening but not quite entering. He’s enchanted by the little noises you make, the gossamer strands he pulls from your body. They just look so…sweet. 
With his eyes fixed on yours, he leans his mouth forward. 
When his tongue swipes along you, your groan of relief goes straight to his dick. Fuck. He could listen to you all day. 
Jake laps away at your cunt, chasing after your nectar and the sounds you make, relishing in the way your thighs tense around his head. He draws his tongue up, passing over your clit, and you buck into his mouth. Your fingers are in his hair in a flash, tugging as he repeats the motion. His eyes roll into the back of his head at the feeling, and he grinds his dick into the bed.
“Fuck,” you whimper, eyes sealed shut as you continue to hump against his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 
He expertly flicks at your clit, fingers digging almost painfully into your thighs. It feels so good, the pleasure radiating from your pussy making your brain foggy. Much like he can’t think of being anywhere but between your thighs, you can’t think of anything but Jake and his perfect mouth.
The two of you stay in this, wet, messy rhythm of tugging and licking and teasing until your wound so tight, muscles so tense you can’t help but beg. Jake, Jake, baby, please. I need to cum so bad.
He groans against you, vibrations making you shiver. One of your thighs is released, fingers gently trailing over the shallow nail marks left on your skin. You shiver again. Those same fingers find their way to your sopping, twitching cunt, and they trail in-between the lips of your pussy while his tongue remains focused on your clit. 
You pant tugging hard at his hair again, you can feel it coming, feel the wave begin to crash- and then he pushes 2 fingers inside you, stretching, searching, begging you to cum around them. And obedient as ever, you do.
You jolt forward, fingers still tangled in his hair as your thighs snap shut around his head, cunt pulsing around his fingers and into his awaiting mouth. Your blood feels white hot, pleasure overwhelming as your hips continue to twitch and buck. 
Jake continues to thrust his fingers into you, helping you ride your high as his own hips grind into the bed, reluctantly chasing the same. 
When your body starts to relax, fingers no longer clinging to his hair almost painfully, he pulls his mouth and fingers away slowly, watching you carefully, gauging where you are. 
You blink at him blearily, licking your lips before noticing how wet the lower half of his face looks. Wet because of you. 
You let out a small moan. “Fuck, Jake.” 
You look so fucked out, so lovesick- Something snaps in him and he doesn’t know why but he needs you to cum again as fast as possible. 
And so he dives back in. 
Fingers thrusting, tongue skillfully teasing. And you wail, hips rocking. To escape or seek more, you don’t know. 
“Jake,” you cry out, pulling his hair, trying to get his tortuous mouth off of you. “Jake it’s too much!” But a single arm keeps you glued to his mouth. His eyes meet yours, blown out and desperate, and your fucking shaking. 
And then his lips form a seal around your clit. 
And he sucks. 
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, hips writhing against him as you’re taken under by another massive wave of pleasure. Your thighs squeeze and squeeze and squeeze, feet flailing against the bed. You repeat nothing but his name, as if it’s the only word you remember how to say, voice tense and whiny. 
He moans into you, fingers pulling more of your cum into his mouth, and he grinds his boxer-covered cock into the mattress watching your body crest and crash until you begin to still. 
Carefully, as if you might break, Jake pulls away again. The deep ache in his gut was finally satisfied at seeing you fucked out and exhausted. 
But you prop yourself up to look at him, chewing your lip thoughtfully. “Dontcha wanna fuck me?” You whisper, something desperate and needy kicking to life inside of you again. 
Jake inhales deeply, something twinging in his abs, and he grimaces. 
And you flail in panic at his face, turning over to your hands and knees, cunt rising above him, as you turn back to look at him, begging again. Jake please, please I need you in me. I want you so bad. 
And he groans, reaching a hand up to squeeze your ass. 
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing more I want than to fuck this cunt until you pass out. But I need to wait. I’m a little spent…” 
You freeze at that, turning more to watch as he peels off his boxers, noticing the shine of the fabric. Holy shit. 
Your eyes widen, and you collapse in front of the pillow in front of you. 
“That’s so hot, Jake. Fuck.” Your hips wiggle as if to sell your point, and he chuckles. 
“Bad timing though, huh?” 
You peak out from the pillow, turning back again. “I don’t mind waiting.” 
“I know.” And he smirks at you again, and it’s so annoying and cocky in the ways you hate but you’re too horny to care. 
Especially when he starts massaging the globes of your ass. You settle down, eyelids drooping as his fingers dig into the flesh there. It feels so nice, relaxing while still keeping you turned on. 
Jakes's fingers drift lower towards the entrance of your cunt, fingers gliding over the wetness that lingers around the entrance, pushing it back into you. 
A shudder runs through your body as you clench tightly around his fingers. He coos at you, beginning to thrust them in and out, other hand still squeezing away. You gently rock back against him, mind glazed over from all the sensations and the fact that it was Jake Seresin who was doing it to you. 
He pushes another finger in, smiling to himself at how you flutter around him, wanting more. Your darlin’ cunt was really a gift, wasn’t it?
He thrusts in and out, glued to the way you drip around his hand. 
“Jake?” you sound so quiet, so soft. He could eat you live right now. You’re pouting now, lip jutting out at him. 
“What is it darlin’?” 
“Can you fuck me now?”
There’s a mean edge to your voice again, one that almost has him rolling his eyes. You’re a fucking piece of work sometimes. But he just pulls his fingers from you, stroking his cock with the wetness of you. 
“You know what? I think I can take care of that for you.” You grin back at him, propping yourself up and shaking your ass again, and he slaps the jiggling flesh, making you laugh. 
He fists himself mindlessly, guiding himself forward, closer to where he wants to be more than anything. 
You inhale, fingers digging into the sheets at how he barely nudges toward, stretching you ever so slightly. 
Jake lets out a hiss as he pushes forward. You’re fluttering and tensing like crazy around him, and his nails dig into your ass harshly. 
“You gotta relax for me. Let me in.” You shiver and nod taking deep breaths as finally slides deep into your slick cunt.
“Oh shit Jake,” you say, already moving back against him, lost in the way he feels spectacular inside of you. Whatever daze you’re in is reciprocated, as he shallowly thrusts into you ever so slightly as you both adjust. You’re just so hot and wet already. It makes the small of his back tingle; lights something up deep inside of him. 
Jake pulls out slowly, watching the way your walls cling to him, listening to the way you mewl. Fuck.
“Yea you like this dick?” He pumps back into you, watching the way you react, feeling you. 
“You’re so- fuck- annoying,” you moan, glaring at him from over your shoulder, but your pussy squeezes him anyways.
“You were the one begging for it.” His palm slaps the fat of your ass, and you bounce back against him. 
“And what’s wrong with that?” He glares at you, at the twinge of fight and mischief in your eyes. 
“Nothing you little brat.”
And then he fucks you. Hard. Hips slamming into your ass, skin against skin. It’s loud, filling the air with wet, lewd noises that makes your toes curl and eyes roll back. You can feel the ridges of his dick as he stretches your cunt.
He fucks you steady, hypnotized by every little thing about you. You just feel so fucking good, surrounding his cock as you drip into the sheets. Jake briefly wonders if you’d let him do this again, let him see you like this, tease you apart until you’re just as gooey and babbley. 
He splays his hand out on your upper back, pushing you in the bed. Your breathing’s shaky, fingers curled into the sheets. There’s a deep ache inside you. You need him so much it hurts. 
“Jake,” you manage to pant out, cunt squeezing him deliciously. He hisses before stroking the length of your back. 
“I know. You’re being so good for me. Such a good girl,” he coos, hands landing on your waist. You nod in agreement, the praise going straight to your overworked cunt. 
“Used to be so mouthy with me. Just needed my cock in ya, huh?” His question is punctuated by a particularly well-aimed thrust that makes your knees feel wobbly. It’s degrading, but the way he’s making you see stars right now has you whimpering in agreement. You need it. You need him.
“Jake,” you whine hoarsely. “I’m close.” He coos at you again, squeezing the flesh of your waist before sliding his hands to grip your ass, pulling you further against him, letting him take you more and more and more.
“Can you touch yourself for me, sweetheart?” You blink dumbly at his request, before slowly inching a hand in-between your sweaty thighs. Your fingers split into a V, surrounding where he fills you, and you shake your head, dropping your hand. It’s too much, too sensitive. “That’s okay,” he drawls, making your heart skip a beat. “I’ll take care of you.”
He drops forward, sweaty chest pressing against your back, and his hips continue to pummel into yours, cock pressing into your so sweetly. Jake snakes an arm beneath you, blunt finger rubbing quick little circles into your clit. 
You cry out, squirming away as he relentlessly attacked your poor, tired nub. It’s overwhelming, face pressed into his sheets, the scent of sex filling the air, the way your cunt’s being shown more attention than it has in a while, and most importantly, Jake Seresin's lips reaching anywhere they can- your jaw, shoulder, back. He’s everywhere. And you can’t hold off the inevitable any longer. 
Your pussy clamps down on him like a vice, pulsing around him as you shake under him. You gush around him, an extra burst of wetness almost forcing Jake out of your cunt. He grunts, doing his best to keep his rhythm consistent, keep it nice to help you ride it out.
“There you go there you go. Just like that.” 
You throw an arm back, nails clawing into whatever part of him they land on. 
“Cum in me Jake, please, please.” Your voice doesn’t sound like your own, but you don’t care. 
“Fuck, sweetheart. Whatever you want.” His hand drops from your throbbing clit, granting you relief as his pace falters. When he finishes, he’s loud right in your ear, spurts of cum filling your soaking pussy. 
The stillness that follows is thick, hanging heavy in the air. You accept the weight of him inside and out, taking deep breaths as you try to calm down. 
Jake stays inside of you, and he curls around you ever so slightly, desire and need to be close to you outweighing the discomfort of his softening cock. 
It’s nice, being stuffed full like this. But eventually, you squirm, tapping his arm that rests near your head. 
“Jake.”
A chaste kiss is pressed to your sweaty shoulder. 
“I know, honey. I know.” Jake pulls out of you slowly, and you wince at the feeling. He hops off the bed, leaving you to curl up on his bed, trying to ignore the sticky cum that’s spread along you. 
The next moments pass in a blur; you vaguely feel a damp cloth clean your pussy, a sweatshirt slid over your shoulders, and a glass of water gently pressed into your hands as you sit up. 
You blink up at Jake, sipping your water as you take in his appearance. Hair messy, chest flushed, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. 
“How ya feeling?” he asks gently, sitting next to you. 
“Like I’m gonna be sore tomorrow.” Jake smirks at you, a sick sense of pride filling him before he rubs your thigh.  
“I’ll take care of ya then too.” And that makes you smile so sweetly at him, he feels the breath get knocked out of him. You stretch your arms above your head, twisting as you get comfortable in his bed. 
“And I’m feeling stupid because we could’ve been doing this for months.” Jake laughs at that, before humming in agreement. 
“We’ll we’ve got a lot of time to make up for… later of course. I need my beauty sleep.” You roll your eyes at that, and he kisses your shoulder, before curling around you, a smile on his face as he reluctantly drifts to sleep. After all, his dream was finally a reality.
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fidogo · 1 year
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The Sun Queen ft Natasha Phoenix Trace
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fidogo · 1 year
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dj dani HELLO it’s bb heather i accidentally deleted my old blog a few weeks ago and have been trying to piece my life together since SO WHAT is your main blog so i can follow i MISS YOU
BB HEATHER I MISS YOU SO MUCH CJDJDJD
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AHHHH SIERRA 💕💕💕💕
my curls have honestly never looked better 😌💅
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fidogo · 1 year
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Furious my boss didn’t fill out the requested form in time so we’re not COVERING THE GOLDEN GLOBES DJJDJDJ
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taking nsfw polaroids with the dagger squad
Warnings: afab!reader implied, mentions of female body parts, mentions of sex/sexy times. the race & body type of the reader is not implied & is meant to be open to interpretation! as a plus-sized woman myself, I tried to imagine myself in the reader's position, so I did my best to keep the verbiage in regards to that as neutral as possible. there's swearing, possessiveness, spit kink, borderline almost choking?, real nasty stuff. any of the links that are included to show pictures WILL be genuinely nsfw, so please proceed with caution. let me know if I missed anything!
word count: 1828 words of deliciously sinful content
A/N: no minors or ageless blogs allowed! I will not hesitate to block you. this is so incredibly self-indulgent & I will make absolutely no apologies about it lmao. please be kind as this is one of the first things I've written since like 2016 and one of the first spicy/smut-adjacent things I've ever written. has this idea been done before? it's entirely possible. but that's the great thing about this chaotic internet space, we all have our own interpretations of things. also at this time I will not be taking requests as this is just something random that I decided to share. maybe in the future I might, but for now, only when inspiration strikes. you are more than welcome to stop by my inbox to share whatever you want though! I will be writing accompanying blurbs to some (maybe all??) of these hcs for the "favorite shots" and those will come when they come 😏 (pun not completely intended, but welcomed nonetheless) here is the accompanying inspo moodboard for these!
so with that being said, enjoy you filthy animals & let me know what you think!
be kind & be well 💗
Javy/Coyote
let's be real, Javy is the most fun and playful when it comes to this
when you first suggest it to him he's like "oh shit baby, for real?"
will 100% drive around town to stock up on polaroid film because he is so stoked y'all are doing this
and you can't help but giggle at how he's almost literally vibrating in line at Best Buy
"babydoll it's on my sexy bucket list!" "Javy shhh there's children here" "if I'm quiet, can we do this as soon as we get home pleaaaaase"
it's hard to say no to him, so you playfully roll your eyes and say yes
he has a specific pose in mind for you, so once you're done with the last stop for film, he swings by the makeup store to grab something & has you stay in the car
he's spent enough time shopping with you & his cousins & mom to know exactly where to go, so he's in and out within 10 minutes
it's a tube of dark cherry red lipstick and you just look at him and it clicks
his ultimate favorite polaroid of you isn't even one of you bare ass naked (although those are pretty good contenders)
nah it's the one of you suggestively licking a lollipop, that dark cherry red lipstick on, pushing your lace-covered tits up in your face, leaning towards the camera and making eye contact
he can never truly look at the jar of lollipops Penny keeps next to the register at The Hard Deck, the same way ever again without getting hard
jokes on Javy, he essentially Pavlov'ed himself
definitely into pin-up girl poses as well, but a lot less clothing
the man loves a good prop (they are teammates, not the enemy. take that as you will 😏)
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Jake/Hangman
he gets so fucking smug when you bring it up one night while you're laying in bed
"Oh you're going to miss this cock so much, you want a picture to remind you of how full and wrecked it makes you feel, don't ya sweetheart" "Shut up Jake, you know you'll miss this pussy just as much when I'm not around. So wet and oh god, oh so needy for you" fake moaning to really sell the silliness of it all
he has so many of you in different poses, but his absolute favorite? definitely the one of you sitting in his big leather office chair, legs spread and hanging over the sides, heels on (but out of frame), that big ole engagement ring on your finger that he gave you a few short weeks ago, that same hand is sliding towards your center, gently crazing your clit and your other hand squeezing your breast
this man is possessive, so seeing you, his fiancée touching his pussy? he's done for. that picture has gotten some serious mileage on nights apart & he always calls you when he can and you just know what's about to happen phone sex duh
I think the entire fandom has made it well known that Jake is a Navy man, born and bred, so you know he's got to have a military-inspired shot
something a little bit like this (with you saluting & wearing his dog tags) that he begs you to keep at his desk, but you don't want to run the risk of his nieces or nephews seeing your bare tits when they come to visit
so you compromise and let him keep it at his bedside table
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Mickey/Fanboy
He's so much like Javy in the sense that he is absolutely buzzing with excitement over this
You both have shared a fair amount of nudes with each other (carefully of course) and so now having a physical copy? Mickey almost cums in his pants at the thought
Now he is not a particularly handsy guy outside of the bedroom. He likes holding your hand and will slide a sly hand in your back pocket every once in a while
In the bedroom though?
His hands are alllllll over you
I'm talking like, caressing your thighs as he goes to tease a finger at your entrance, squeezing your boobs & tweaking your nipples to hear you whine and moan, gripping your hips so hard as he's thrusting into you
so that means his favorite polaroids are ones with his hands in them
He's hitting it from behind? his hands are grabbing a handful of of your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a good shot of his cock deep inside you
He'll have his hand around your throat, a thumb in your gasping mouth
very much likes it when you return the favor and have your hand around his throat, knowing he's at your mercy
or even one with your hand wrapped around his cock, pressing it up against his toned abs, precum leaking from the tip
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Bradley/Rooster
As cliché as it is, you know this man is driven wild at the thought of you wearing any one of his Hawaiian/Tropical shirts
regardless of if the Navy stopped issuing dog tags or not, he finds a way to have a set just like his dad's with his own info on them
which leads us to the fun stuff
Rooster's favorite shot is one of you on your knees, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and the dog tag replicas
he has you keep your hands to yourself, mouth open and waiting, while he jerks off and cums on your face
breathless, he snaps the first picture, but then takes his thumb, swirling his cum over your lips and into your mouth
he thinks he might cum again right then & there
very much likes the idea of a beer poster adjacent polaroid as well
finds a way to get you, with your legs spread sitting on the open tailgate of the Bronco, yet again wearing nothing but that shirt and those damn dog tags
basically likes to see you wet & messy in his clothes
will tuck his polaroids away in a corner of his own little home shop, far away from prying eyes
he learned the hard way when Jake came over to help work on something and he found a polaroid of you, ass up, lacy thong in view, hidden in his tool box
that is something they never speak of, but when Jake's partner sends a bottle of wine & flowers, Rooster knows what happened and leaves it at that
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Reuben/Payback
with Reuben, I feel like he's not super into it like the rest of the squad, but he's not, not into ya know?
why have a picture when he can have the real thing
but when he can't, he will 100000% indulge
maybe for your birthday or an anniversary, or whatever thing it is your celebrating, he will do whatever to make you happy
he likes more of the "classy"/artistic shots, but that doesn't mean that they're not sexy as hell
BIG fan of when you wear his dress shirts as you're getting ready for an event or a night out especially if you haven't put on your lingerie yet
you'll be a big tease and bend over and wiggle your ass at him
"take a picture it'll last longer" "don't mind if I do, hold that pose for me"
definitely plays with shadows a lot
really likes when your silhouette shows off your nipples
you'll be laying in bed, still naked from the night before, your hair is a mess
but Reuben thinks you're the most stunning being to set foot on this earth
so when he sees you stirring from a deep sleep, he grabs the polaroid camera from the bedside table, and pulls the sheets off your chest, nipples perking up at the cold as you let out a whimper (another favorite of his)
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Natasha/Phoenix
she's truly something else
when you're one of the only women in a male-dominated field, you get real fucking tough & are immediately a bad ass no matter what
and I think that translates into almost all aspects of her life, but she doesn't let it change her too much as a person ya know?
in the bedroom though? oooof
now this may be controversial, but she was the first person out of the entire squad I thought of, when it came to mind, but bear with me here
she spits on your face and/or in your mouth
don't ask me why or how, she just does and my god you both get off on it
maybe it's a dominance thing or marking you as hers but it's hot
the first time she takes a polaroid after spitting in your mouth, she has you stick your tongue out, let your now mixed saliva drip off your tongue
you looked so dumb and fucked out and blissful and she LOVES it
she's a BIG fan of marking you
whether it's leaving lipstick marks all over your chest or hickeys instead
but spit on your face AND hickeys all over your chest? double-fucking whammy you're both going another couple rounds after those pictures finish developing
her stash of polaroids are tucked in her pocket because who the fuck would dare to go snooping in Nat's stuff??? (not Jake because he knows now to ask for a pen, instead of looking for it)
may have a few shots of you using toys on each other but that's a story for a different day
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Bob
Oh darling Bob, Bobby, Robby, Bobert
now he's the wild card of the entire sqaud in my opinion & I feel like he could go either way
I could see him being very meek and nervous about taking nudes of you
like even though they're physical copies & there's no chance of them ending up on the internet, he doesn't want to take advantage of you, ya know? (We stan an absolutely respectful King)
But then...
I truly could see him being the raunchiest fucker out of 'em all
I'm talking like shots of his cock in your mouth, drool dribbling out the sides, your mascara running down your cheeks
There's some of him eating you out, glasses askew & fogging up, eyes blown wide and black, staring you down while he is doing his damn best to get you to cum so hard you forget everything but the feel of his mouth on your cunt
maybe one day he's on leave long enough to grow just the right amount of stubble
so after date night & he's just eaten you out within an inch of your life, he takes a polaroid of your dripping cunt, a mixture of your cum staining the sheets, your thighs red and raw from the baby beard he's growing
but because Bob is Bob, he takes such good care of you afterwards though and is constantly checking in, making sure you were okay with all the pictures he took
we are Team Bob Fucks here at mxgyver dot tumblr dot com thank you very much
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tagging some tgm pals that might be interested!: @rae-gar-targaryen, @withahappyrefrain, @rhettabbotts, @theharddeck, @bioodforbiood, @ellariasand, @fidogo, @hangmanbrainrot, @fanboygarcia
a/n #2: woooow y'all that was... something. if you've made it this far, thank you for reading & thank you for indulging in this! I was very nervous to post this, but we're going into 2023 with the mindset of don't think, just do!
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fidogo · 1 year
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Omg 💕💕💕🥺🥺🥺
Top Gun Fic Recs Masterlist
☾ 18+ contains smut
Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia
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one shots
take me by the heart, take me by the hand by @rae-gar-targaryen
☾ swallow you like sunshine when i smile by @rae-gar-targaryen
false god by @fanboygarcia
☾ i hope i’m in your dreams [ the way you’re in all of mine ] by @fidogo
series / mini series
call sign: fanboy (part 1) by @buckyr00s
call sign: babyboy (part 2) by @buckyr00s
hcs / drabbles
☾ fanboy + breeding kink by @nobody7102
☾ fanboy + speaking spanish by @nobody7102
☾ fanboy growing out his hair by @siempre-bucky
boyfriend! fanboy by @lieutenantfloyd
fanboy + pregnant reader by @callsign-cree
Robert “Bob” Floyd
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one shots
the six times you met bob floyd in school and the one time you didn’t by @lt-natrace
series
of gym buddies and overlapping schedules (part 1) by @priceof-freedom
☾ in khaki and nothing more (part 2) by @priceof-freedom
Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw
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one shots
his f-18, his bronco, his favorite sports teams and you by @starlightval
series / mini series
the boyfriend experience (part 1) by @notroosterbradshaw
the boyfriend experience (part 2) by @notroosterbradshaw
running (tw: abuse) @lcahwriter
☾ trouble in paradise by @sunlightmurdock
Jake “Hangman” Seresin
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one shots
try losing one by @topgun-imagines
you left me no choice but to stay here forever (right where you left me) by @sunderlust
☾ winner, winner by @sunnysidevans
drunken words, sober thoughts by @seresinhangmanjake
series / mini series
☾ i’ve been holding out for so long by @steadfastconviction
hcs / drabbles
painted us golden by @fanboygarcia
Javy “Coyote” Machado
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one shots
☾ chew on my heart by @bradleyfuckingbradshaw
hcs / drabbles
married to coyote by @fanboygarcia
dating coyote by @constillatedchaos
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fidogo · 1 year
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KINKTOBER I
summary: 1k. bob calls you one day while he’s away and you think his breathing sounds a little weird.
warnings: phone sex, mutual masturbation
masterlist | kinktober taglist
“Hey, sweetheart,” you hear Bob say through the receiver. His voice was raspier than usual. Lower, too, as he pants into the line.
“Bobby,” you hum, tucking the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you folded up the load of laundry that you just fished out of the dryer. “You ok?”
“Just fine, darling?” His drawl is a little slower now, thicker. like that honey tea he always makes when you’re sick. “Miss you, is all.”
“Aw, baby. I miss you, too,” you hum. It’s been a little over a week since he’s been gone. An easy mission, one where he was free to call you as he pleased and one he was only deployed for a short amount of time. Still. Didn’t make it any easier for him to go that long without the feel of you.
“Are you busy?” he asks.
“Not really, honey. Just folding some clothes.”
“Think you could take a break for me?”
And then it clicks.
“Are you touching yourself right now?”
You move your hand up to grab the phone, allowing your shoulder to drop down as you shift to lean against the dryer.
“I-uh. May-maybe?” His breathing sounds sharp, shallow. Stuttering, almost, as he trips over the words.
“It’s okay if you are, Bobby,” you say, your own voice slowing down to match the lilt of his. “Be kinda hot if you were, honestly.”
“In that case… In that case, yeah. Yeah, I am,” he sputters. And you can just hear the way his hips are bucking into his palm and how tight his eyes are screwed shut. “Needed to hear you. Couldn’t get off by myself.”
You can’t help the groan that forms at the base of your throat. Something low and guttural that sends shockwaves down to your toes as you kind gets all fuzzy with the idea. Of Bob alone in his room, with his pants around his ankles and his hand fisted around his cock and the angry red color of his tip as he fruitlessly chases an orgasm.
You barely even respond before you’re dipping your free hand into the waistband of your shorts. Not far enough to touch your already weeping slit, just resting between the fabric and your skin as you listen to him breathe.
“Keep talking, please,” you whine. You didn’t even think you had it in you. Didn’t think there’d ever be a time when a guy had you dripping into your palms over the phone. Just over the phone.
“God, I’m so hard right now, baby. I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he groans. “Wish you were here with me.”
You push your hand lower now, grazing your clit as your knuckles bulge out through the fabric of your shorts.
“Fuck. Wish I was there, too. I already came to the thought of you this morning. Thought about your mouth while I was in the shower,” you gasp, hips jumping as you apply more direct pressure to the bundle of nerves.
“Yeah?” he squeaks. And the sound has a shiver running down your spine.
“Yeah,” you say.
There’s a pause between you, long enough for you to listen to his shaky breathing.
“I was thinking about how pretty you looked the morning I left,” he sighed. “Before I called.”
“Oh,” you gasp.
“Thought about how pretty you sounded when I licked your pussy. Think you can make some of those sounds for me now, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, yes. Anything for you, Bobby,” you groan, pushing two of your fingers into your hole and curling your wrist the way he always did. You were already so close. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm just from the sound of his voice.
“Fuck, baby. Miss you so much,” he grumbles before you hear the distinct sound of him spitting, probably into his hand. “Gonna fuck you so good when I get home.”
“Always do,” you whine a little, more on accident than anything.
“Treat my angel so well, don’t I,” he hums. And all you can think about is the drag of his hand over his cock and the beads of pre-cum leaking out of the slit.
“Don’t I, baby,” he says into the line, voice a little sharper than it was a moment ago.
“Yes, sir. Fuck, treat me so good.”
“That’s right,” he says.
The pump of your fingers has steadily increased into one you’re struggling to keep up with, the fire burning in your tummy more than enough to keep you going. God, you’re so close, your head’s about to explode.
“‘M gonna cum soon, sweetheart,” you hear him mumble, pulling a new whine from you as your pussy flutters at the thought.
“Me too.”
“Good. Want my angel to feel good,” he says, and you realize it’s the first time you’ve admitted to touching yourself since you’ve been on the call. “Yeah, baby. Want you to cum with me.”
You’re so close. So unbelievably close, you think you would’ve already cum if it was Bob’s fingers inside of you instead of your own. You tuck the phone between your shoulder and your ear, again, as you bring your free hand down to rub at your swollen clit.
“You ready, baby?” You are. So incredibly ready you think you’ll see stars. “Cum for me, angel.”
You wish you could’ve recorded the phone call, for a second. Save the way Bob sounded as his moans prolong your orgasm. He always sounded so good when he came for you, but you think not having him close for so long made this one sound extra sweet.
It takes you a couple seconds to come down, panting lightly in the line as you did.
“You’re coming home tomorrow, yeah?” you ask after a couple seconds of shared breathing.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be under those covers before you’re even awake,” he says.
“I love you, Bob,” you whisper into the line. Like it’s a secret just for the two of you.
“I love you more, angel.”
@mak-32 @ughdesireable @mendesxruel @stardust-galaxies @ridestomars @bioodforbiood @blondedmuse @lovingjakeseresin @Pebblebrainmac @luxurybeskar @saintsinnereject @t6pgun @littletroublegirl444 @solarrbunny @xoxabs88xox @cherrycola27
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fidogo · 1 year
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literally thank you all for the love on the few fics i've written omg
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i promise im not dead and have not abandoned my WIPs!! my irl life picked up like crazy lmao
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fidogo · 1 year
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omg thank you!!!!
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Rachael's fic recommendations!
Top Gun!
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Here is a list of one shots I've very much enjoyed from lots of talented people. Don't be surprised if some of you show up more than once 😉
♡♡♡
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Iceman
Safe in my arms - @youlightmeupfinn
Nightmares are no fun. When you are distraught by one on a chilly night, Iceman is right there, wrapping his arms around you, protecting you from whatever is giving you anxiety.
Do you have to go? - @callsignthirsty
Ice has to be deployed and the reader is upset and he comforts her
Ice plays it right - @redmenacehorned
Ice and you are enjoying your alone time at home when suddenly Tom asks you what you love about him and it ends up with you on his lap telling him that you kinda have a thing for his teeth.
The engineer - @topgun-imagines
You're just the engineer, a man like Tom Kazansky should have no reason to pay attention to you. Or at least that's what you thought.
Guitar player - @topgun-imagines
Ice comes home one day to find his girlfriend playing guitar. Something that he didn’t know.
Expectation - @make-me-imagine
Y/n, pressured to do better by their over-demanding father, overworks themselves, something Tom will not allow to continue.
Dash - @topguncortez
Tom is overly protective of the reader because she’s the only girl in topgun, and is his wingman, slider's, baby sister though she’s a grown women and he knows her almost better then anyone, she is so overly sweet but also has enough sass that the guys respected her.
That's my sister - @topgun-imagines
Once you finally have a moment alone with your boyfriend, your brother just can’t help but interrupt.
The future awaits - @make-me-imagine
You and Iceman meet at a bar and hit it off. Once you suddenly leave, Iceman is afraid he will never see you again, but, you know something he doesn't.
Don't fall in love - @topguncortez
He wasn't supposed to fall in love with the one person he can't have.
Need for sleep - @youlightmeupfinn
After a hard day, you find yourself unable to fall asleep, but Iceman always knows the trick.
Promise? - @topgun-imagines
You hear something that you're not supposed to. Ice tries to explain himself. But is he too late?
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Hangman
Take me to bed - @siempre-bucky
You swore off sleeping with Navy men, not wanting to be the subject of their locker room talk. Harvard opens his mouth about you and Jake's ready to take him to an early grave.
Tomorrow never comes - @purplevortexx
Jake wasn't expecting anyone to show up for him, but you owe him for all the times he's been there for you throughout your life.
Touch and go - @seresinhangmanjake
You and Jake had been sleeping together for months, and as sure as you were of your feelings for him, you were unsure of his for you. He, however, certainly knew how he felt about you, and after you decide to go on a long trip without telling him, he lets you know just exactly what’s on his mind.
And the truth of the matter is - @fidogo
Jake Seresin hates you. Or is given no choice but to hate you after you decide to hate him first. Which sucks, because he dreams of dating you, marrying you, fucking you, the whole nine yards.
Don't touch my wife - @sebastianstangirl01
While helping Penny at the bar a customer doesn’t know how to take No as a answer, but Hangman teaches him his lesson.
It's not me, it's you - @phoenixsbby
Your ex is back in town and that might be the kick in the ass Hangman needs to change the parameters of your situationship.
This isn't what it looks like - @phoenixsbby
Hangman is totally, 100% over his ex … he just needs a fake girlfriend to prove it.
I would walk 10,00 miles to you - @rolycolysficrecs
The first thing you notice about Jake "Hangman" Seresin when he rings your doorbell at 1:30 in the morning is that no matter the time of day, he is devastatingly handsome. The second thing you notice is that he is absolutely smashed drunk. You know your hands will be full dealing with your brother's friend tonight. Well, you suppose he might be your friend too.
I'm so in love with you - @youlightmeupfinn
Rooster tried to tell Hangman that he was undeniably in love with you. After a game of football on the beach, Jake realizes that Rooster is in fact correct. He is so in love with you, that he can barely see straight.
Try losing one - @topgun-imagines
After a big fight, Hangman takes a drive to clear his mind. A song that comes on the radio fits perfectly. 
Home to me - @make-me-imagine
'People keep assuming you are a couple, this causes one of you to finally confess their feelings.' + "All I've ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home."
Dime store cowboy - @seasonsbloom
Jake teaches you about the cowboy hat rule.
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Maverick
Be my angel - @mitchellpete
Maverick is drunk and in love with you. You’re the only person Goose trusts to care for him. Mav just wants to finally be close to you.
Pictures - @mitchellpete
You reflect on the way you and Maverick care for each other as he tends to your injury.
She's taken, lieutenant - @youlightmeupfinn
When you arrive in San Diego with Maverick, Jake immediately begins to fancy you. Little does he know though, you're engaged to Captain Mitchell, and Rooster knows it.
Don't hit me - @minmimi2
You and mav are out on a casual night at the bar, and while you consider acting on your feelings, the presence of a creepy random man interferes and throws you off, so maverick comes with a plan to scare him away you couldn't resist.
There are rules- @tongue-like-a-razor
Your risky flying seriously pisses off your instructor at Top Gun and you're about to find out why.
He's gained that lovin' feeling - @youlightmeupfinn
A night at The Hard Deck proves to be too much for you. When Maverick finds you fast asleep on one of the couches in the back, he's struck with a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time. Love.
There's gotta be a way - @mitchellpete
Maverick is tired of Iceman’s assumptions. He assures you your brother is wrong about him.
Perspective - @make-me-imagine
Prompt: 'Person A is in love with Person B. B is also in love with A. But somehow, they are both convinced that the other is in love with Person C, who is completely oblivious to all of it.' (specifically requested for the first movie Maverick)
Darling - @youlightmeupfinn
Desperately wanting to find the perfect pet name to call Maverick since the pilot's already claimed three names for you, you finally discover that "Darling" is his name.
You're beautiful - @topgun-imagines
Maverick is there to pick you up when you become insecure about how you look.
One final night - @minmimi2
On what you think might be your final night alive before the mission, you can't help but to say all there is in your heart, especially if it meant confessing your feelings for maverick.
I loved them, Goose - @ohthatstragic
It is the reader instead of goose dying
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Goose
Heat waves, inflatable pools, you - @duchesstypewriter
When the San Diego summer becomes too unbearable, Goose has the perfect idea to cool off his wife.
Gold rush - @duchesstypewriter
All the years of silent pining and anticipation between you and Goose are put to test when he realizes that if he doesn't make his move, he's going to lose you— and maybe Maverick and Bradley help a little.
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fidogo · 2 years
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IMPORTANT: TUMBLR & FANFICTION
Alright kids, listen up because @staff have pulled off a corker of a hot mess and have decided to add "Community Labels". I guess they've decided we can't be trusted to add our own warnings and people can't make sensible choices with what they engage with.
But why does it matter to me?
Tumblr have made labels AN OPT IN SITUATION which means every single blog here is automatically set to hide any triggering content
If you want to continue to be able to access and read fanfiction PLEASE go into your settings and click "show" on at least the "Mature" and "Sexual Themes" labels!!
ALSO IOS USERS: there's an extra fun "Hide additional content" bit just to really try and block us from any hopes of success. Make sure you opt out of that too otherwise I think content will be blocked on the mobile app!
Attached to this post are screenshots from my settings so you guys know what to look for. I could only find it on my desktop settings and not on the mobile app (for now at least)qq
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fidogo · 2 years
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I’m sorry I cannot get this out of my head okay. Ready. You and Bradley have your first big fight because he doesn’t say goodbye before he leaves for a mission and you’re MAD SO MAD and when you argue he heartbreakingly tells you he’s never had anyone to say goodbye to and you do all you can for him to know he’ll always have you :’(((
nooooooo anon 😭😭
“I don’t know why you are so mad at me!” Bradley exclaims while raking a hand frustratedly through his hair. You had been nothing but bristling the moment he had come home. Bradley wasn’t sure what was worse, the cold shoulder, or the silent anger that was radiating off you; it was almost smarting. He had walked through the door approximately three hours ago, physically and mentally exhausted, wanting more than nothing than to take you in his arms, to hold you, talk to you, but was left navigating a minefield.
“You didn’t say goodbye when you left Bradley,” you say silently, coldly almost, “you left out of the door without a word while I was in the kitchen, and not so much as a call after that,” you say the edge of your voice wobbling with unshed tears brimming at the corners of your eyes.
“Baby, I-” Bradley stares at you, eyes wide in bewilderment, clearly dumbfounded, “I didn’t know it was so important to you,” he gulps.
“Bradley,” you stare at him, incredulous, “you need to say goodbye,” you pause before choking out, “because what if you never come back.”
Your features crumble and it clicks for Bradley. He moves, as fast as he can, and is over to you in an instant, gathering you up in his arms. He hadn’t contended with the weight of just what you were feeling, and your words had thrown it into perspective for him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I… I just never had anyone to say goodbye to before.”
The weight of his words crush you, causing you to slide your arms around him, gripping him tighter.
“You have me now,” you mumble, voice thick with tears and Bradley holds you even closer, crushing you against him.
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Denzel (Washington) and I formed a great relationship. When it came time to shoot in Boston, there was a guy in the movie who kept screwing up his lines. There were probably 500 extras out in the audience, all in period clothing all watching the debate. This guy lost his cool and Denzel went off on him. Then he called me up to the plate and said “Glen, do your speech.” And I went and did my speech and did it in one take, and he was like, “That’s how it’s done.” (The Great Debaters, 2007)
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Danny Ramirez at D23 Expo for Captain America New World Order today (along with Tenoch Hureta, Carl Lumbly, Tim Blake Nelson, Julius Onah and Anthony Mackie)
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Girly pops new Mickey fic is like 2.5K words and I think it may be close to like 7K dndndn
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Did everyone see this 🧍🏻‍♀️(via Miles Tellers Twitter)
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