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moonlight-prose · 7 months

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✧ PRESSURE ✧

a/n: we have officially reached the end of week one and we're ending it with a bang! i feel like it's mandatory i do a threesome fic with these two every kinktober. but i can't help it. they're so perfect for this dynamic. the amount of love i go for my hangman fic is overwhelming so thank you to everyone. i hope you enjoy this one just as much!

day eight - double penetration + threesome | kinktober 2023

summary: "you were the gravity keeping these pilots on the ground, the reason they came home after every mission, after every training and debacle. you were it for them. their lifeline."

word count: 2k+

pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x f!reader x jake 'hangman' seresin

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, double penetration, threesome, assplay, ass eating, anal, overstimulation, bradley and jake being sweethearts, they're in love y'all, m/m.

So this is what death must feel like. What leaving this earthly plane was at the end of things when you took your last breath—leaving behind everything you’d ever known. There was no sure way for you to tell. No way for you to understand that what you were experiencing was like that, because you could barely make sense of where you were. Of what your name was.

His teeth dug into your shoulder, hands spread along your hips as he took you apart with ease. You were on top of him, pressed into his body until there was no space between you and him, but that’s what you wanted. What you craved. His lips met yours, silencing the loud whimpers that echoed in the room as his hands slid to your ass, spreading you obscenely.

“You want it don’t you honey?” he cooed in your ear, his fingers digging into your flesh, keeping you open for the second pair of eyes that burned into you.

The eyes that you knew so well you could practically see them yourself. Bradley knelt behind you on the bed, watching as you sunk onto Jake’s cock, fucking yourself on it in the hopes of getting either of them to move. But they held you steady. Keeping you still as they kept the pace—ever so patient and diligent in their nature. You understood that came with being a pilot, the strength to keep yourself poised and ready, but fuck if you didn’t hate it when it came to this.

“Please,” you whimpered, hips pressing down—Jake’s cock slipping in even further.

“Please huh?” He dipped his hand even further, sliding into the slick that practically leaked out and around his cock. “Look at our girl Rooster. She’s leakin’ for us.”

You pressed your face into his neck, your body responding to his words in a way that should have made you feel ashamed. Except there was that small niggling feeling that bloomed in your chest, forcing its way to the surface with ease. Pride. You liked knowing he was unable to stop staring; that while they rendered you a mess, you did the same for them.

They could keep their composure all they wanted, but when it came down to it. They would fall to their knees for you with a single look—pleading to feel you like this. Which is why you fell into it with ease; pressing yourself into Jake’s hands and allowing him to spread you even wider—giving Bradley an even better look at what awaited him. You heard the audible grunt he let out, the bed dipping as he shifted, his head falling down and forehead pressing into your back.

“So pretty for us baby,” he said, awe tinging his voice, his breath hot against your skin.

“I—” You wanted to ask them to keep going, to beg them, but Bradley’s tongue sliding along the base of Jake’s cock gathering your slick silenced you.

It sent heat streaking up your spine, your toes curling at the sensation. A choked sound stuck to your throat, muffled by Jake’s shoulder, but they heard it nonetheless. His tongue slid up higher, pressing against the hole they’d only teased before. The place that they had yet to claim as theirs. You unconsciously pressed back into it, asking for more as he worked your slick and spit along you—making a mess with his mouth.

“She likes that,” Jake grunted, feeling your walls clamp down around his aching cock. “Keep licking at her and she’ll cum.”

“That right baby?” Bradley asked, sinking his teeth into your ass. “Like my tongue back here?”

A sob echoed in the room, your eyes rolling back when he continued, pressing a finger against the tight ring. He moaned audibly into you, spitting where his finger was now knuckle deep, pressing on something eviscerating. You shook against Jake’s body, your hips pressing down and taking him until the hair at the base of his cock dragged perfectly along your clit. And that was all it took to bring you to a sharp end.

“Oh—fuck—” You cried, gushing around Jake’s cock as the pressure snapped in two, flooding your body with that sensational bliss.

Jake groaned, his hands pressing you tightly to him as he shoved his hips up—pushing you even higher. “There you go honey.”

You were completely unaware that Bradley had added another finger, stretching you gently as you came down from your high. But then it began to build again. That slow steady heat that trickled through your veins, singeing your nerves and stopping your brain altogether. It threatened to break you, to completely drag you beneath the surface of awareness. You pushed back against him, a guttural moan falling from your lips as you moved, begging him for more.

“Think she’s ready?” Jake asked, watching as Bradley sunk another finger into you, nearly turning you immobile.

He hummed in pleasure, spreading a hand up your spine and soothing you with soft strokes of his thumb. “Nearly there. Yeah baby? You almost ready to take me?”

A garbled echo of what they assumed to be yes came from you as they continued to take you apart. Your body shaking from the overstimulation of your first orgasm never truly coming to an end. You were left on the precipice of pleasure—about to be dragged over again, but then he pulled away. His fingers disappeared altogether, ripping a broken whine from your lips—your hips chasing the feeling.

You heard him chuckle, heard the way he stroked his cock—spreading your slick and his spit along the length. Which made you want him even more. Jake’s hands slid up and down your back, his lips pressing along your throat as he shifted. Slowly sitting up with you in his lap—his mouth finding yours and swallowing the soft moan you let out. At this point you weren’t able to move on your own. They had turned you into a pliable form beneath their touches and you fell into it—gave them everything they could have wanted, because they did the same to you.

“He’s gonna be gentle,” Jake said in a low tone against your ear. “Gonna take it slow with you.”

“I will,” Bradley promised against your shoulder, his hand sliding between your bodies and cupping your breast. Thumb running along your sensitive nipple. “Tell me when you’re ready baby.”

You let your head fall back against his shoulder, nodding slowly as you blinked up at him—coherency no longer a part of your skills. Bradley smiled sweetly, his thumb curling around your chin and bringing your lips to his. Licking slowly into your mouth—tasting the desire on your tongue and returning it in kind. They loved you. That much you knew. But this was something else. A flickering feeling that began to grow the longer you were there, wrapped in their arms.

“Pretty,” he mumbled, notching his cock at your backside, his thumb continuing to run a soothing circle along your chin, keeping your eyes locked on him. “So fucking tight.”

The breath caught in your throat, fingers digging into Jake’s shoulder when Bradley began to press into you. Thrusting into you with small movements and giving you time to adjust with every inch. Originally you believed this would be enough to break you, but you were wrong. It was earth-shattering. A sensation that shoved you so high you nearly screamed. But the sound was trapped in your chest, your mouth falling open silently as he panted against your cheek.

“You’re doing good,” he grunted, biting gently at your cheek.

Jake moaned, his head falling against your shoulder when your cunt tightened around him, nearly strangling his cock. “Fuck honey. Rooster ‘m not gonna last man.”

“Almost there,” he gritted, pushing forward a bit more until his hips met your ass.

And that’s when you screamed. Your voice finally back the second he sank to the hilt, filling you in a way that had your body shaking. Pleasure struck your body with such a strong wave you felt light-headed. The breath left your lungs faster than you could get it. You felt yourself gush, felt the wetness trickle down your thighs, but it barely registered in your brain that you were coming. That your body was wound so tight because of it.

“Fuck, fuck,” Jake spit, thrusting up into you and shoving you even higher. He bit down on your shoulder, hands grasping on your hips as he fought against finishing.

“You good?” Bradley asked over your shoulder.

“Yeah. Just…damn.” He turned his attention towards you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “How are you honey?”

Finally after so long, you managed to speak. “G-good,” you whispered hoarsely. “Feel good.”

“Yeah?” He thrusted up gently, watching with a grin as your mouth fell open, your hands scrambling for purchase against his chest. “You like being filled with us? That it?”

“Ah!” You nodded, nails biting into his skin as Bradley shifted, meeting Jake’s thrust with one of his own.

It was a strange sensation to feel both of them at once, nearly touching one another but still apart. Yet that’s not what drove you back to the very precipice of finishing. It was the sound of Bradley dragging Jake closer, his lips sealing over the man’s with ease—tongue licking into his mouth. Your walls fluttered at the sound, chest heaving as they sped up slightly, their bodies pressing you between them so tightly you could barely move.

“Can feel you baby,” Bradley whispered hotly against your ear. “You want to cum again? I know you do.”

“Yes—” Your eyes rolled back when his hand fell down to your clit, swiping against it gently. “Hng—FUCK!”

As if on cue, your body spasmed, walls clamping down on both of them and sending you reeling. Another gush of wetness spilled along your body, coating Jake’s stomach and the tops of his thighs as he fucked himself into you rapidly. You could feel it. The way they were both holding onto their releases by the very skin of their teeth, their nails digging into your skin with enough pressure to draw blood.

With a hoarse shout, Bradley spilled into you, his hips slamming into your ass with a speed that shoved Jake even deeper. A choked sob caught in your throat, your body arching into Jake’s as he quickly followed Bradley. Spurting into you with a cry, his body falling against yours—face pressing into your heaving chest. It was a mess of pleasure, the three of you now in shambles.

“That was…” Bradley panted, his chest pressed tightly to your back, lips trailing against your shoulder.

Jake softly whined when he pulled out of you slowly, seeing the way the sticky release spilled from you. “Never seen anything better than that.”

Bradley chuckled. “I think we broke her.”

“She’s still here.” Jake kissed your lips gently, his hand pressing against your stomach softly. “C’mon baby. Open those pretty eyes for us.”

You responded to his words, sinking into Bradley’s hold a bit more as your eyes fluttered open. They were glassy and dazed, the fucked out look on your face more prominent than it had ever been before. And that made them smile. Hell you could barely form a single word in your head, but you’d never felt better in your life. Your body sluggish as they moved you to lay down—Bradley pulling out as Jake grabbed a warm cloth.

“You want a bath baby?” he asked, his eyes roving along your body to make sure you were still intact—still okay after something so extreme.

You nodded, curling your fingers into his hair slowly. “That sounds good,” you rasped.

He grinned, hands sliding up your waist. “Whatever you want, baby. It’s yours.”

There was no doubt that he meant every word. That you came before anything. You were the gravity keeping these pilots on the ground, the reason they came home after every mission, after every training and debacle. You were it for them. Their lifeline. So when Bradley gathered you in his arms, Jake coming up behind him with a glass of water and your favorite silk robe in hand, you believed him.

Whatever you wanted.

Even if what you wanted was both of them. At once.

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avada-kedavra-bitch-187 · 1 year

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Does anyone have any recommendations for the reader having a really toxic family

The whole family doesn’t have to be toxic but i at least want 1 toxic family member

the romantic relationship can be with anyone

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ohtobeleah · 9 months

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California Fornication //

Three — ‘Start Pretending’

Summary: Bob Floyd finds you and Hangman in a compromising position. There’s a lot more than meets the eye as to why Rooster chose his wife over you. He just hasn’t told you.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating. Love Triangle x2. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Jake Seresin xF!reader. Question ing Morality. Angst. Abusive of power in a relationship. Domestic abuse. SMUT!

Word Count: 2.9k

Author Note: First upload after my wedding. Had this idea swimming around in my brain all week.

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“Siren!”

It was all too much for your brain to comprehend. The man you’d been dating, the man you had begun to see a future with, the man who made you forget about all the boys who came before, was married. Bradley Bradshaw was a married man.

“Y/n—“ Bradley called after you as you made your way back to your car. Of all the days you could have parked closer, today was the day you decided to park all the way in the back row of the lot. “Would you just stop for five seconds so I can explain!”

You couldn’t begin to explain the way you felt. Betrayed, heartbroken, angry, used. Nothing really did the trick when trying to find the right adjective that perfectly described the sick bottomless pit your stomach had become as you scurried back to your car with Rooster hot on your tail. “Y/n! Please just let me explain!” Bradley begged as he caught up to you. His boots were heavy on the ground as he gripped at your wrist—turning you back to face him as he pleaded with you. “Please, just listen.”

“You know when would have been a perfect time to explain your situation, Rooster?” You hissed as you ripped your wrist from his grasp. “At the bar! The night we met!” It was damn near impossible to believe that the fact Bradley was married had never been discussed or even be divulged to you. By anyone. “Right now? I don’t wanna know, because I’m about three seconds away from getting in my car and running you down!” It’s the anger in your voice that frightens Rooster the most before he’s standing there, watching you walk away.

“We’re getting a divorce!” He shouts after you, jogging to catch up to you as you keep putting one foot in front of the other. “I don’t know what she’s doing here baby, you have to believe me.” It sounds as sincere as he can make it sound. “I never wanted you to find out like this, please—“ You pause in your stride, trying your best to keep the tears that had formed in your lower lash line from streaming down your cheeks. It’s to no avail though—they fall freely before the man who’d stolen your heart. “I swear to you, she’s nothing to me anymore.” Bradley’s voice softens as he steps a little closer all the while you step back. Keeping your distance. “I was going to tell you about it all.” He admitted through tears of his own. “About her. But it still hurts to think about it and when I’m with you Siren?” Bradley paused to soak in the way your eyes mimicked his own heartbreak. “It doesn't hurt.”

“I need to get home—“ You needed time to process the earth shattering news. “Please just let me go home, Rooster, before I have an aneurysm.”

“It doesn't hurt when I’m with you!” Bradley needed you to hear him out, so he kept talking as you walked away. He watched you dump your duffel into the backseat of your car as he spoke. “I mean it Siren, I don’t love her, I’m with you now and if I’m being perfectly honest here I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Bradley blocked you from opening your driver's side door. He said not a single word as he pulled you into him for a desperate kiss. Full of passion and love. Your lips melted with his as you tried to will yourself to be strong. But the tears kept falling.

“I need you to hear me out about this alright?” He whispered as he let your forehead rest against yours. “I promise I had every intention of telling you the truth. I told everyone not to so that I could tell you myself—I just didn’t know how and before I knew it we were official and the longer I waited the more scared I got about losing you.”

“You really mean it when you say you were getting a divorce?” You asked through wet lashes. Not sure of what to believe.

“I do.” Bradley confirmed before he was once again pulling you in for a kiss so passion filled it took the breath right out of your lungs. “I don’t settle for women who sleep with my best friend.”

“She cheated on you?” Your heart broke for the man who was currently blocking your driver's door as his arms draped over your shoulders.

“Walked in on them in the middle of it too.” You could see the memory playing out across Roosters eyes before he shook the memory from his mind. “I can’t go back to her, not when I’ve got you. So please, stay, hear me out Siren.” You let Bradley’s plea linger in the atmosphere around you before you reached up to kiss him once more for good measure.

“If you really want me to listen and you really want to lay all this out on the table—I’ll be at the Hard Deck tonight for two for one night at seven o’clock .” You explained. “I’ll book a table on the dining side, and I’ll listen.”

“I’ll be there.” Bradley smiled against your neck as he drew you in for a hug. “I’ll tell Katie to leave, I’ll tell her it’s over, completely, and I’ll be there.” Bradley Bradshaw had said that his marriage was over with enough conviction in his voice that he actually had you believing it. But as it turned out? You ended up sitting alone in a booth at the Hard Deck for two hours. And when Bradley did eventually show? He came hand in hand with his wife.

“She looks so heartbroken.” Phoenix whispered to Bob as they watched you stand from the now empty booth they’d seen you sitting alone at for the past two hours. They’d tried their best to sit with you, but you insisted you were fine.

You’d seen Bradley walk in, and within a millisecond your heart shattered into a million pieces. It was all the explanation you needed, seeing Rooster with his wife. Things were over between you. He’d chosen her. Why? Why her?

“We should—“

“We should really stay out of whatever mess this is Nix.” Bob sighed as he watched you push past the crowd and exit from the same door Rooster and his estranged wife had just come through. “Something tells me this is gonna get messy and I can’t afford to be picking and choosing sides when I entrust my life to you guys for work.”

“He’s an idiot—“ Phoenix shook her head as she took a sip of her beer, eyeing off the woman who’d destroyed her own marriage and a friendship that she once thought was unbreakable. “For going back to her.”

“Love makes you do crazy things—“ Bob replied as he caught Rooster looking around the Hard Deck while Katie spoke with Fanboy. He was looking for you. “Crazy, stupid things.”

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“Oh my god—!” Jake Seresin couldn’t have been buried any deeper inside you if he tried. “Fucking hell you’re so tight.” He moaned into the juncture of your neck as he bucked his hips into you. The two of you had switched positions—you were now the one sitting on the bathroom countertop with your legs wrapped around Jake's waist. “Why’d Bradshaw let you go huh? Tightest little pussy I’ve ever been up in.” It felt so wrong but oh so right at the same time—like you were made for him and only him.

“Did you say that to Rooster's wife too?” You teased as Jake sucked perfect pressure against your pulse point. The two of you could be compromised by anyone at any moment. The unisex bathroom the pair of you were in was one of two.

“Oh you’ve got a mean streak don’t you?” Jake smirked as his hand moved from your hip to your throat. Applying a little pressure. “And no, his dirty little mistress is a better fuck.” It sent shivers down your exposed spine. “Wanna get outta here? Come back to mine?”

“Not until you finish what you started here first.” You could feel it coming, swirling around your core, the build up of pressure so intense it was damn near electric. “I’m so close—“

“Oh don’t you worry a pretty little hair on that head of yours, Siren.” Jake snarled as he picked up and pace and pulled your hair back just enough to expose your neck for him to mark up. “I’m gonna get you exactly where you wanna go.” He was so cocky, so sure of himself it was almost infuriating. “Touch yourself for me.” But yet here you were, doing exactly as you were told as Jake fucked deep into you with everything he had. Throbbing inside your velvet walls. “That’s it Siren, look at you.” He teased as you moaned and whimpered for more. “Tell me what you want—“

“I wanna cum!” You cried as Jake chuckled with a devilish smirk that made your core ignite with lust and need. “Please—“

“I ain’t stopping you darlin.” Jake kissed your lips harshly to stop the drool that was nearly dripping out of you. “You wanna cum all over my dick then go ahead and do it, I’m sure Rooster won’t mind.” Oh but he would mind, that you both knew. Which is what made this all the more exhilarating. “Or maybe he’ll try to kill me.”

“Oh fuck!!” You were so close, your high was right there. “Jake! Fuck yes I’m gonna cum—“ He was right behind you, fucking into your until he was nearly seeing stars. “Don’t stop!”

“Ohhh god I’m right with you—“ Through a mix of moans and grunts and a need to get each other off, neither you nor Jake heard the knob of the bathroom door creek open to reveal an unsuspecting Robert Floyd. He stood there dumbfounded and shocked to no end, watching as your eyes rolled into the back of your head as it hit the mirror behind you. Your chest was perky and exposed. Jake's face was buried in your chest and he hooked his arms around the small of your waist and spilled his load inside you. Stilling with a grunt of pure ecstasy as he came with you. “Fuck.”

“Are you kidding me?” Bob thought he was speechless, but as it turned out he had a thing or two to say. Jake turned his head in the direction of where Bob's voice had come from as he entered the bathroom and locked the door behind himself. “Are you certifiably insane!?”

“What can I say Floyd.” Jake smirked as he pulled out of you and stuffed himself back into his jeans. You hopped down on the counter, leaking with Jake's load, searching for your clothes behind him. Completely mortified that Bob had seen you so exposed. “Bradshaw has an exquisite taste in women.”

“I really did feel bad for you, you know.” Bob did his best to ignore Jake's comment as he turned his attention to where you were getting dressed. “We all did, because we should have told you.” He tried to hold his tongue as he bit the inside of his cheeks. But it was coming out regardless. Bob needed to say it. “But you know what Jake did and yet here you are, so don’t come crawling to anybody for sympathy when Rooster finds out about this.”

“Last time I checked Bob—“ Jake puffed his chest a little as he took a step closer to where Bob stood. “Roosters happily married, so Siren here is free to fuck whoever she damn pleases.” Jake reminded the usually meek WSO. “But if you wanna be the one to tell Bradley about this then by all means, have at it.” Jake paused as the two men came face to face, toe to toe. “But make sure you’re ready to duck the second you taddle, he puts his weight behind those punches, and I don’t think those weak ass glasses would withstand a shot like that.”

“Jake—“ You broke the tension with a gentle hand to the small of Jake's waist. “Let’s just get out of here yeah?” You reminded him softly as Bob held his stare. Disappointed beyond belief that you would go anywhere near Jake Seresin. “Let’s just go.”

“Don’t let Penny hear you disrespect a lady like that.” Jake smirked to himself as he fixed his shirt. “She might just make you pay for a round.” Jake reached for your hand as he opened the Bathroom door. “Good to see you again Bob.” It wasn’t long after Jake had the final word that he was pulling you out of the bathroom, past the rest of the Daggers who didn’t know what to think seeing the two of you rush out of the Hard Deck together and out into the carpark.

“You didn’t have to stand up for me like that, you know.” You broke to silence as Jake opened up the passenger side door of his Ford F150, offering you a hand up that you so graciously accepted. “I can look after myself.”

“It’s nothing—“ Jake insisted as he leaned in to kiss you, soaking up the fact all eyes were on the pair of you through the window. From Phoenix to Coyote who all knew this was going to end as badly as it did the last time. “Us dirty mistresses gotta stick together.”

You hardly knew this man yet he was so endearing. The thought of getting to know Jake made you crave his attention all that much more. But you knew what this was—a fling, a rebound, a wrong turn if you will. Because Jake loved Katie and you were still pretty positive that you loved Bradley.

“To the dirty mistress' clubhouse.” You smiled as Jake beamed at you. “Hope you have a nice bedroom.”

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“No no no no I don’t think you understand what I’m saying to you Kate.” Bradley hissed as he paced back and forth in his living room. His handles fell to his hips in frustration and he burnt track marks into his carpet. “It’s over, we’re done, I don’t love you enough to want to put the work in!” It was all falling on deaf ears, Bradley’s pleas, his feelings. “I can’t be with someone who broke my heart the way you did.” All Bradley had ever wanted was what his parents had.

“You want to file for divorce Rooster, that’s fine.” Katie Beadshaw had another name before she met Rooster. Her maiden name was Katherine Ferguson. To those in uniform ‘Ferguson’ carried a title like no other and right now, it was Katie’s only okay to keep her husband in a marriage she ruined. “But just take a look at these first.” Katie pulled a handful of papers from her purse. They held a weight like no other. A power Bradley couldn’t fight.

“What are these?” Rooster snatched the slightly crumpled papers from his wife’s hand. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw what they were. “You’re kidding right? You can’t be serious! This is insane!!”

“Signed by daddy dearest himself.” Katie smirked as she stepped closer to Bradley, just so she could walk her fingers up his heaving chest. “I’m sure Siren would be thrilled to be presented with dishonorable discharge papers signed by the chief of Navy himself.” Bradley never thought the woman he married could be so cold, so cruel, so dangerous. “But hey, go ahead and divorce me, because I’d love to watch her world burn down to the ground and take you for every cent you’re worth.” Katie snickered all the while Bradley tore the papers up. “S’okay, they weren’t the real ones honey.”

“You vicious little bitch.” Bradley spat as he stepped away and ran his hand frustratedly through his sandy locks. “What do you want from me! You slept with my best friend! You broke my fucking heart Kate and now you’re blackmailing the me!? Threatening the girl who actually gives enough of a shit about me? For what huh?” Rooster felt like he couldn’t breathe, he was meant ro be with you at the Hard Deck, explaining everything—how exactly was he supposed to explain this.

“I want you back.” Katie cooed and all Bradley did was scoff. “You aren’t going to tell her about any of this either.” He followed through. “Because if you do I’ll make sure her career ends before she even knows what it’s like to be loved by you.”

“I DON'T LOVE YOU!” Bradley shouted, he couldn’t have been more clear if he tried to be before Katie’s open palm made a stinging connection against his cheek. He stood there in shock, never once had Bradley ever hit a woman but fuck this would definitely be the closest he’d gotten.

“Well you better start pretending!” Katie hissed. “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Within a second of her fit of rage and need for utter control, Katie was smiling, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to the same cheek she’d just slapped.

“Dinner at the Hard Deck baby, my treat.” Not sure what to do, Bradley nodded silently as he swallowed a heavy lump in his throat. Realising that he’d just found himself in a webb his wife had spun to keep him, and realising soon after that he’d just lost the best thing that has ever happened to him.

You.

Because there wasn’t a chance in hell you’d ever forgive him, or believe him now.

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lovelybucky1 · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 11- Threesome

warnings: female reader, threesome, m!receiving oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, praise, 18+ minors dni

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You were afraid to suggest it in the first place. You know how Rooster can get; he’s very possessive and he doesn’t like when people touch his things, especially people like Hangman.

Jake is everything that Rooster despises, all wrapped up in a tanned, blonde package. As your luck would have it, you happen to find your boyfriend’s sworn enemy extremely hot.

You thought bringing it up would be a dealbreaker, that Rooster would look at you like you have three heads and walk right out the door. You were shocked when he came to you first about it.

“What do you think about Seresin?”

“I mean… he’s alright.”

“Yeah. Do you think he’s… attractive?”

“What?”

“Do you think he’s attractive?”

“Is this a trick question?”

It was out of nowhere; unprompted, blurted out in the silence of your living room.

“No, it’s not a trick, I swear. Just… earlier today he bet that he could beat me at darts with his eyes closed,” he trails off.

“Okay?”

“And I may have bet something on the game.”

You sit up from where you were laying on the couch to look at him from his spot in the arm chair.

“What did you bet?”

“Um…”

“Bradley.”

“I may have bet a night with you.”

Your mouth falls open and your eyebrows shoot to your hairline in surprise. Your boyfriend made a bet with his least favorite person in the world, and made you the prize.

“Please don’t be mad,” he frowns at your silence. “I swear, I can call it off and give him like fifty bucks instead, you don’t have to do it.”

You sit there for a moment, considering your options. You have always found Jake attractive, even before you got with Rooster. And if Rooster is giving you permission like this…

“Well, I’d hate to see you lose that money.”

“The money doesn’t matter, honey, you don’t have to do this.”

“It’s okay, really. I’ll do it.”

Rooster sent a brief text to Jake, and within the hour, you got a knock on your door. Rooster answers it while you’re finishing getting ready in the bathroom. You can hear the deep rumble of their voices through the wall, but you can’t make out anything.

You finally emerge from the bathroom, wearing one of Rooster’s old tees and a pair of lace panties that are hidden by the hem of the shirt. Both men’s eyes scan you, looking you over hungrily.

“Hey there, honey,” Jake grins.

“Hi, Jake,” you smile.

“So,” Jake turns to Rooster with a cocky smile. “If you wanna stay out here… I can’t promise to not be loud.”

Rooster’s eyebrows furrow. “What are you talking about? I’m not staying out here.”

“Are you gonna go out, or…?”

Bradley scoffs at Jake. “No way I’m leaving you alone with her.”

“Why the hell not? That was the deal.”

“The bet was for a night with her, there were no specifications.”

You look between the two men like you’re watching a tennis match, and it makes you a little dizzy.

“Why can’t I have you both?”

They pause and turn to you, both wearing confused expressions. “Like a threesome?” Bradley asks.

“Yeah,” you shrug.

Jake lights up, a shit-eating grin splitting his face. Bradley looks more skeptical, but a deal is a deal, after all.

You scamper off to the bedroom, and Jake can’t rip his eyes away from your ass as you walk down the hallway. Bradley punches him in the shoulder, but doesn’t say anything in response to Jake’s laugh.

When they enter the bedroom, they find you already sitting in the center of the bed while you wait for them. Jake sits next to you, while Bradley stands in front of you, arms crossed.

“How is this going to work?” Bradley asks, making Jake chuckle.

“You’ve never seen porn, Bradshaw?”

Bradley shoots Jake a glare. “I wasn’t asking you.”

“Well…” you interject. “maybe one in the front and one in the back?”

You feel embarrassed about asking like this, but the heated looks you’re getting from both men lead you to believe they’re not judging you.

“I want her pussy,” Jake says, voice gravely.

“No fucking way,” Bradley huffs. “I should get to pick.”

“I won the bet, asshole.”

“I want Jake to fuck me,” you say, successfully stopping their arguing. Bradley looks a little betrayed, but the reassurance that you’ll suck his dick seems to comfort him.

You move onto your hands and knees, your ass facing the foot of the bed. Jake stands behind you, groping your ass and swearing under his breath.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, sweetheart. I’ve had my eye on this ass since I met you,” Jake mumbles as he digs his fingers into your soft flesh.

For as jealous and reluctant Rooster played, the blown wide look in his eyes as he looks down at you from where he kneels in front of you tells you everything. He wants this just as much as you.

You feel Jake’s fingertips slip under the waistband of your panties. “Can I?”

You can’t respond verbally, your mouth busy with the tip of Rooster’s thumb, but you nod. That’s enough permission for Jake, because he’s immediately yanking your panties down to your knees. He groans at the sight of your glistening lips, wet just for him.

“Your cunt’s gorgeous,” Jake swears. You see Bradley look up at Jake, a knowing look on his face.

“Warm her up with your fingers. Her pussy’s real greedy,” Rooster smirks.

Jake does as Bradley instructed; pushes in one finger, followed soon after by a second. He fingers you, stretching you open to prepare you for his cock, while Bradley undoes his fly.

Before long, you’re being fed cock from both ends by the men of your dreams. Your jaw aches as Bradley slots himself down your throat, and your stomach burns with the heat of Jake’s cock stretching you open.

“Fuck, gorgeous, I love feeling your mouth on me,” Rooster groans as he strokes your jaw tenderly, always the gentleman.

“You’re squeezin’ the life outta my cock,” Jake chuckles. “You’re obviously not fuckin’ her good enough, Rooster. She’s as tight as a goddamn virgin.”

Rooster smirks down at you, an expression that you attempt to return with your mouth full.

Jake starts to thrust into you, fast and shallow, unlike Rooster’s slow, deep thrusts that you’re used to. If your mouth wasn’t busy, you’d be filling the air with moans and curses.

You suppose you were a little distracted by the slide of Jake’s thick cock into you that you payed your boyfriend less attention, because he’s tapping your jaw to get your attention.

“Can I fuck your mouth, sweetheart?” he asks gently, eyes full of adoration even as you’re getting fucked by someone else.

You nod as best you can, and relax your throat to make it easier to take him.

Now, you’re on your hands and knees, letting your boyfriend and his workplace rival use your holes. It’s dirty, depraved, and it makes your head spin. Their hands are everywhere, all over your body and in your hair; it’s almost overwhelming.

“Where do you want me to cum,” Jake grunts out.”

Before you can even think of a response, Rooster answers for you. “Inside.”

You love your boyfriend, and with the way Jake moans, you think he might too.

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Competition part 1 (Jake Seresin)

Summary: A trip to visit your boyfriend on base turns into a competition when you realise you weren't the only couple with ideas of hot reunion sex.

4.3k words of pure smut (one day I'll learn to write short!)

Author notes: Thank you so much for reading! All comments, likes or shares would be massively well received, thank you! ❤️ This also hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for any mistakes!

Warnings: Porn with a hint of plot, minors do not engage and move it along! Voyeurism, overstimulation, bad language, unprotected sex (be safe kids!), fingering, oral (f receiving), m/f sex. Tell me if I've missed anything.

Competition - part 1

Part 2

Family day at the country’s most prestigious military academy wasn’t something you’d ever considered having to attend, let alone dress for. But now here you stood, on Jake’s third visit to Top Gun, shifting from one foot to the other as you regretted wearing such a pretty sundress to somewhere that apparently was five degrees cooler than anywhere else on the island.

You’d seen the outside of the building before of course, dropping Jake off when he’d been called up just a few weeks before. But to go inside was something else and you couldn’t help but be impressed by the many photos on display of planes soaring through the air at gravity defying angles as you signed in and moved through to join a larger group of people in a vast hall.

On the wall beside you was a large plaque filled with names of every pilot ever to be called up. You scanned the list until you saw the one you were looking for not once but three times, and a rose of pride bloomed in your chest. It was one thing for your boyfriend to tell you he was the best, another to see the evidence for yourself.

The doors opposite opened and a stream of uniformed people began to enter the room. You recognised some from social occasions, and met their eyes with a smile. But your grin was reserved for only one of them, and as Jake strode through the door - hands in pockets and wooden toothpick in mouth - and looked directly at you, you felt both your heart and your womb flip. You saw his eyes take you in; and saw the way his jaw tightened in response to the v-neckline of your dress as he walked to you and plucked the toothpick out of his mouth before dipping you into a kiss that was just showy enough to let everyone know they were meant to look. Even as you rolled your eyes, you kissed him back, grateful for the feel of his mouth on yours after three long weeks apart and barely wanting to let go when he pulled you back up and nuzzled his nose briefly to yours.

With a loud cough, two uniformed older men stepped into the room and one by one each of the pilots stopped what they were doing and stood to attention as the taller and broader of the two - Admiral Simpson - welcomed you all and explained the plan for the day, offering a free hour before lunch would be served.

Immediately, Jake’s hand went to the small of your back as he began to nudge you forwards. When you looked inquisitively at him, he only hissed. “Need you alone,” his eyes flashing in a way that had you following keenly behind him through the maze of corridors and through a door numbered 24.

As soon as it was closed your back was up against the smooth wood, his lips hot and firm on yours and his hands pressing roughly against your hips. You basked in the sharpness of strong coffee and the tang of mint on his breath, and inhaled the warm smell of cedarwood and spice as you allowed his lips to assault yours, allowed yourself to be taken in the way Jake always liked to do after he’d been away for a while.

“Need you,” he murmured, pulling away to let his hands frame your face before moving back in to force his tongue between your lips. Slowly his hands moved down, trailing a line along your throat and over your shoulder blades, across the sensitive tops of your breasts and down into the valley between.

“Missed these tits,” he whispered. “Wanted them in my mouth the second I saw you in that dress.” And then his mouth was following his finger, hand grasping at your back to pull down the zipper on your dress so he could shrug you out of it and moan at the sight of your lace covered breasts. Before you could so much as breathe, his mouth was on one nipple, sucking it hard through the lace while his fingers teased the other into a point.

You gasped out a laugh. “Jake give me a second, at least let me touch you.”

“Ah ah. Need this. Been thinking about this for three weeks sweetheart. Just want to take, want to play out everything I’ve been thinking about and make you feel good.” He stared directly at you, his green eyes sharp as though fixed on a target. “Want to see nothing but you.”

He caught your bottom lip between his teeth. “Taste nothing but you.”

Dipping his head into the crook of your neck he inhaled. “Smell nothing but you.”

Quickly, so quickly, a finger was inside your panties, coating itself in your slickness so that you gasped. “Feel nothing but you.”

As he pressed against the bundle of nerves, you let out a soft moan and heard him murmur into your ears, “hear nothing but you.”

As if on command, you heard a thud against the wall opposite you, followed by a loud giggle and a moan.

Jake’s head snapped back, his eyes narrowing. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

It took a moment - and another thud - for the realisation to dawn on your lust-addled brain before you brought a hand to your mouth, laughing out loud.

“I guess someone had the same idea?” You whispered loudly, stifling another quick laugh. “Who’s next door?”

“Fucking Bradshaw.” Jake cursed through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on the wall as though he could burn lasers through it.

“Oh,” you somehow managed to be rational despite the burning heat in your core. “Rooster has a girlfriend? I thought he and - what was her name?”

Jake turned back to look at you in disbelief. “You really want to talk about Rooster’s love life right now?”

You waved a hand to the wall as you heard the rhythmic creaking of bed springs. “I mean, it’s not like we can think about much else…”

On a grunt, your boyfriend fisted a hand in your hair dragging your lips in for a rough kiss before snaking his free hand back into your panties as his teeth grazed your ear.

“Fuck. That. I have been waiting to get you alone for Three. Damn. Weeks.”

His thumb began to flick from side to side in your clit as his mouth assaulted your neck.

“I don’t care what anyone else is or isn’t doing through that wall, I will have you screaming my name over and over again.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Oh baby, anyone would think you were competitive.”

His head lifted up and you saw the quick flash of arrogance in his eyes.

“Is that what this is about?” You asked, voice stern. “Jake, I-.” But your words were lost on a moan as he plunged two skilled fingers between your folds and had them curling in a way that made your knees buck.

He chuckled. “When you’re the best there is there’s no need to compete sweetheart. But you do sometimes need to show others how it’s done.”

Before you had chance to catch your breath he dropped to his knees, pulling your underwear down in one smooth move and pushing the flat of his tongue against your clit as his fingers returned to your wet opening.

Your sucked in a breath and cupped your hand around the back of his head as you began to moan gently.

His eyes were back on yours as he pulled his mouth back, “oh y/n, you can make more noise than that. Or maybe I need to do something differently.”

His perfect pink lips were next to attack your clit, sucking the tiny bundle of nerves until it swelled and throbbed, until the knot in your stomach became too tight to bear and you found yourself standing on tip toe and grinding against his face in a desperate attempt for even more pressure.

“Shit Jake.” You groaned, his name one long syllable the sound of which made him moan into your heat, eyes sparkling as they stared up at you.

With two fingers still inside you his other hand got to work on your folds, dancing and scissoring around your pussy in ways you hadn’t even known you wanted.

His name became a chant on your lips, matched only by pounding of your pulse that seemed to echo in your ears, throb in your stomach.

“Yes sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling away for a moment to gaze up at you as he licked his wet slick lips sinfully. “Say my name. Who’s making you feel this good?”

“You are baby,” you panted, beginning to see stars as his mouth returned to action faster and more forcefully than before. “Jake. So good. I’m going to. Fuck don’t stop. I’m Fuck. I’m.” The scream that left your lips was so loud you found your own hand flying up to cover your mouth even as you tried to remember how to breathe. And when Jake returned to his feet a few seconds later, he found you that way, hand still over your open mouth and eyes still half closed while the aftershocks of pleasure flooded through you.

“So good,” you murmured, unable to make a more complicated sentence if you tried. Fleetingly you realised that the noise next door had paused.

Jake grinned, sucking the moisture from his lips before removing your hand, kissing it as he spoke and led you across the room. “Now sweetheart I don’t want to see this hand here anymore, ok?” Your eyes widened and you dimly registered a light thudding against the wall as he guided you down onto the bed and, pinning you with his body, returned to your sensitive clit with a hand forceful enough to prevent the squeeze of your thighs when you tried. “I intend to make you feel so damned good that you’re screaming my name over and over again. And I don’t care who hears. OK?”

You nodded, gasping for breath as he stroked his thumb up and down on the swollen spot.

Through the wall you heard something that sounded a lot like “Bradley, now please,” followed by a loud whine.

Your boyfriend’s jaw tightened, and you had a sudden urge to laugh. But that urge vanished as he began to flick at you with more force, more speed, more intensity. Somehow the pressure inside you was beginning to build. Somehow you were racing rapidly towards another orgasm and your dripping pussy had begun to clench uselessly around thin air.

“Jake,” you breathed.

“Oh no sweetheart, I’m gonna need it louder than that.”

“Jake,” your voice was hoarse but loud enough to inspire that broad grin. “Need you. Inside.”

He shifted slightly to move his other hand between your legs but you flinched away, shaking your head as questioning green eyes rose to meet yours.

“Need your cock.”

Jake pursed his lips, the perfect picture of handsome arrogance, and was on his feet in a second, whipping down his trousers and underwear before climbing back between your legs and returning his thumb to your clit.

You arched your back from the bed and let out a sound low in your throat.

“Oh sweetheart,” Jake murmured. “Making such good noises for me.” He leaned right over to catch your lower lip between his teeth before opening his mouth to kiss you. You kissed back hard, using your tongue and the nails that clawed into his back in a desperate attempt to hurry him on as you continued to make sinful sounds into his mouth. His answering laugh was muffled by your lips.

“So desperate for me aren’t you?” He asked, lifting up from you to put a hand around his cock.

You stared at him wide eyed, watching as he pumped his hand up and down his thick length, spreading the moisture that was already leaking from the tip.

“Knew you would be,” he murmured, still stroking slowly with one hand while the thumb of his other continued to move against your clit. You were shaking now, your entire body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. “Been thinking about it every night that I’ve been here; about how you’d be at home, in our bed, touching yourself and wishing you could sneak in here,“

He shifted closer to you and your breath caught. “Sneak into this room,”

He removed his hand and lifted your legs over one shoulder. “Surprise me with a visit.”

His tip nudged at your entrance, so close that your walls fluttered in anticipation.

“And beg me to fuck you.” He hissed.

“Fuck me,” you whispered.

Jake raised an eyebrow.

“Fuck. Me.” You cried out in response, earning a deep thrust that filled you right up to the deep spongey spot within.

You grasped the bed sheets, screaming out a curse as Jake’s fingers returned to your clit.

“Oh darlin’, so fucking good for me,” he hissed. “Love it when you take me so deep, when I can watch myself moving in and out of you, watch how good you grip me.”

You thrashed from side to side, Jake was always good in bed but this was like nothing you’d ever felt before, your overly sensitive clit buzzing and your pussy throbbing harder with each thrust. The tension inside you was fast approaching boiling point, and if there were any thoughts left in your brain you might’ve felt embarrassed at how easily he’d gotten you there, but there was nothing. Nothing but him - his thumb on your clit, his arm on your ankles, the glorious slam of his hips against your ass, and delicious pressure of him pistoning in and out of you. You let out a stream of words that were nothing short of gibberish and he licked his lips like a predator ready to be fed.

“Gonna come for me darlin’?”

With wide, almost feral eyes you nodded, taking every ounce of strength you had to raise your head and stare down at him.

“Do it. Want to feel you. Want to hear you. Ready?”

Again you nodded, biting your lip so hard you thought blood might flow.

Jake shifted ever so slightly and for a moment you feared he might slow down. But instead he moved faster - faster than you ever thought possible, his thumb taking up the same brutal pace.

“Get ready. I want you to wait, wait on the edge for me to make you feel good.” You whimpered as he pulled back, “and when I tell you, you can come. Right. Now.”

And as he slammed all the way back into you, the pressure within you exploded and you heard yourself scream.

This time there wasn’t even a moment to recover as Jake continued to tap on the swollen bud of nerves just above your entrance. Pulling himself out of you he moved up the bed until he was half on top of you and could kiss your neck, cooing into your ear as you panted.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “Such a loud, good girl.”

You mewled and bucked your hips in a desperate attempt to get his fingers away from you.

“What’s wrong baby, don’t want me to make you feel good?”

“Too much,” you panted, “too much.”

“Tell me louder sweetheart,” he murmured into your ear as he gathered more juice from your folds and returned to press harder against your clit.

“Can’t come again Jake,” you groaned, “too sensitive. Can’t-.” You cut yourself off with a scream as he plunged two fingers inside of you and manoeuvred himself beneath you.

“You can baby. One more while you ride and I’ll give your clit a break. Ok?”

You bit your lip and shook your head.

“I can’t.”

“You can y/n. You want to make me feel good too right?”

Moving your hand down to his still hard, pulsing cock, you nodded jerkily.

“Good girl. Then climb on.”

You swallowed loudly, and heard the rhythmic thuds next door pick up pace as a distinctly masculine groan sounded. The sound was enough to make you follow instruction, trembling as you straddled your boyfriend’s tight hips until your now sopping pussy hovered over his weeping tip.

Jake used the hand that came to your hip to pull you down further. You moved gently, taking him inch by inch so that you could feel every ridge and vein of him as he filled you to the hilt.

When his broad head hit your cervix, you heard him grunt, and felt his hips snap reflexively, causing you to gasp and then again as his fingers resumed their movements.

“Oh that’s it darlin’,” Jake muttered. “Take every bit of me deep. You gonna ride me? Ride me until you come?”

The words set off a flutter in your womb and you found yourself moving as if in a trance, every bounce and grind causing you to flutter even further.

“Thought about this too y’ know.” He murmured. “Tugged my cock so many times thinking about you bouncing on it,” he grunted and thrust up to meet you, “so hard the bed banged off the wall. So hard everyone knew what we were doing.”

You whimpered.

“You like that darlin’? Like the idea of everyone knowing that my cock is inside you? Everyone knowing who your pussy belongs to?”

This time when the whimper left your lips he moved his hand up to your jaw. “Tell me y/n. Tell me whose this pussy is while you ride me.”

He was drawing figure of eights now over your clit, and you found yourself riding no longer on instruction but instead to chase yet another high building inside of you.

“Yours, you own this pussy Jake. Only. Fucking. You.”

“That’s right baby, only me.”

From the other side of the wall you heard a whine, followed by a single phrase. “That’s it you dirty, dirty girl.” Your pussy twitched in spite of you and Jake raised an eyebrow.

“Oh you like that?” He chuckled. “What is if you like baby? The dirty talk or being able to hear them fuck?”

You moaned softly as the noise stopped with one final thud next door.

“Or maybe,” Jake murmured, grinding himself into you forcefully, “you like knowing that they can hear us fuck.” He slowed his speech punctuating his words with the thrusts of his hips into the sensitive spot within you. “Knowing. That. Every time. This bed. Hits the wall. They know you’re taking. My cock. So. Fucking well.”

You gripped his hips, grinding into his erection, his fingers, desperately seeking more friction.

“Give them something to talk about baby, come for me again. Tell me what I need to do.”

“Don’t stop.” You panted, eyes rolling back into your head. “Don’t fucking stop.”

Somehow your climax felt even harder this time, hitting you in a way that made you cry out his name in a voice you could barely recognise as your own while you continued to ride him. For Jake’s part, he gripped your thighs tight enough that you knew there’d be bruises tomorrow. But you didn’t care - how could you when it felt so fucking good?

All you cared about right now was the sound of your name on his lips, the relief as his fingers finally gave your clit a break; and the shift inside your still pulsing walls as he sat up and pulled your head to him, fingers fisting in your hair as he kissed you deeply. He panted against your lips and you wondered briefly how in the hell he hadn’t cum yet, how he could still be so hard and still have that depth of lust in his eyes.

As if on command he pulled back, pushing a stray strand of hair back behind your ear.

“Think you can give me one more sweetheart?”

Your eyes widened, “Jake you promised.”

And with a wicked glint in your eye he flipped you over until he was on top and began to move steadily within you, his eyes fixed on yours.

“I promised I’d stop touching your clit, and I will. But I know how to make it good for you without that, what do you say?”

Next door, you heard bed springs squeak and heard the steady chanting of a name. “Rooster, Rooster, Rooster.”

Your eyes flicked consideringly to the wall and then back to his as he thrust deliberately. “Do I have to call you Hangman?”

His handsome face lit up with that superstar smile, eyes sparkling with more than amusement. “Oh sweetheart I think we’re past that, don’t you? Now how about you turn over for me so I can hit all the right spots to drown them out.”

Legs still around his waist you sat up to plant a forceful open mouthed kiss on him as you dug your nails into his scalp.

He groaned out a sigh and returned the gesture, both of you kissing one another as though it were what you needed to breathe. And while he was still deep in the kiss you pulled away, backing off him until his cock slid from you with a pop and then flipping over until you were on your knees with your back to him, resting on your elbows and looking back to him through heavy lidded eyes.

“What do you say Hangman?” You asked as the squeaks picked up pace next door and you heard a loud keening. “Wanna make me scream.”

“Fuck.” He drew out the syllable in a deliciously sinful Texas drawl, and you watched over your shoulder as he fisted his cock, lining it up with your entrance before plunging it inside all the way to your most sensitive spot.

You both cried out in unison, his hand coming up to tug your hair into a ponytail and pull your head backwards, the curve in your spine leading the ridge on the head of his cock to move against your most sensitive spot with every thrust.

“How is it darlin’? Tell me how it feels?”

“So good,” you moaned, gasping for breath as the angle of your neck robbed you of oxygen. Any other time that might’ve been a concern. But right now oxygen was the least of your worries, all you really cared about was the delicious pressure of his dick inside you, of the glorious flames of pleasure that ignited within you every time his thrusts moved your hips forward in that way.

“I’ve missed you inside me. So big you fill me up so well. Missed your hands on me, missed you bending my body in whatever way feels good, taking what you want because you know you can. Know I’ll do anything you ask me to.”

Somehow he was right, the talk mixed with the pressure that accompanied every snap of his hips was enough to have another coil of pleasure tightening within you in a way you’d never been able to manage alone; never been able to manage with anyone but him.

“Why’s that baby? Why will you do anything for me?”

Next door you heard the voices pick up in volume, noises that only spurred you on.

“Because you’re the best Jake,” you moaned, voice getting louder as you knew he wanted. “You’re the best I’ve ever had, the best there is.”

“Yes,” his hips moved harder against yours, deeper still, and you felt his hard abs move against your ass. “That’s right darlin’, keep saying it.”

“Fucking me so deep, getting me so close again.” You cried out, “God Jake I’m close. So close.”

He pushed down on your lower back, tightening the angle that he hit your insides until it was deliciously painful.

Through the wall you heard a deep shout, followed by something like a whine. You didn’t care, it felt too good to care.

“Fuck you hit so deep. So fucking deep. I need to come around your cock.”

“Not yet baby,” he hissed, speeding up his movements as he barked the instruction. “You’re gonna come with me, understand?”

“Jake,” you keened, your womb tightening so much it hurt, and fucked your self back ok him. “Can’t wait, it’s coming. Need it now.”

“Not. Yet.” Again, he timed his words with thrusts and arched his own back as he thrust into you again. “I’m close baby, need you to hold on just a second.”

“Jake please, fill me up. Do it.”

You threw him a glance over your shoulder, your expression filthy and desperate as you told him quietly, “I want your cum dripping out of me while I walk around here today. Bet you’ve thought about that, huh? Having your cum running down my legs while I walk around this place.” His jaw slackened. “No one will know. But I’ll be all yours. All, yours.”

“Now.” He roared, and you screamed loudly enough to graze your throat as you finally exploded with him, feeling him coat the inner walls of your pussy. With one final, sloppy thrust, he put a hand around your middle and pulled you up to him, kissing your back and touching your sensitive nipples as he slowly fucked the last of his cum into you and breathed heavily.

“Fuck I’ve missed you.” He murmured.

You smiled and turned back to look at him again. “I had no idea.“

Slowly he pulled out of you, your combined juices flowing out onto the bed as you both gazed down at them.

“Let me get you a towel.”

You cleaned up and dressed together in silence, grinning at one another like teenagers throughout.

Clean and dressed again you paused. “You think we need to worry?”

“About what?”

“Well as hot as that was, they could probably on the edge of the base.”

“We won though right?”

You raised an eyebrow. “And there I was thinking you just wanted to make me feel good.”

“Oh darlin’, that’s always the top priority. But beating Rooster is right up there too.”

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AI-Less Whumptober 2023: 11. Fainting, 19. Left Behind, 23. Forced to Watch, 28. Oxygen Deprivation Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader (Raven) Summary: When there is a malfunction during training, Rooster is forced to watch as his world comes crashing down. Word Count: 1153 TW: Character Death, Oxygen Deprivation, Passing Out, Panic

Notes: Thank you to @topguncortez for looking this over for me! 💕 Part of @ailesswhumptober's event

Bradley groaned as he sunk down deeper into the rec room couch. He absolutely hated these training days. Most of the time he was stuck in this tiny room for hours just waiting for his turn to get into his plane and then he would maybe get an hour up in the sky—if he was lucky. And there was very little to pass the time in here besides one uneven foosball table, a handful of magazines from the mid-2000’s, and a radio connected to the planes currently in the air.

It wasn’t so bad depending on who he was waiting with. But since they had downsized the Dagger squad, he was currently alone with Hangman as his only company. While the two of them had cleared the air and moved past most of their past grievances, it was still awkward hanging out one-on-one like this so they usually just kept to themselves. If only Bradley had been able to switch places with Coyote today. Then he and Hangman could have kept each other occupied while Bradley could have spent this waiting time with you.

It had been bittersweet when Phoenix was promoted out of the Dagger Squad. She more than deserved it but everyone knew the squad just wouldn’t be the same without her. However, Bradley had been overjoyed when he learned you were selected as her replacement to fly with Bob.

He had first met you a few years ago when you were both stationed at the same base. It was instantly clear there was a connection between you and things had gotten pretty serious pretty quickly. However, when you found out you were being transferred a few months later, the two of you mutually agreed long distance wasn’t for you and you parted on great terms. But ever since you joined the Dagger Squad, it was as if no time had passed and you both had picked things up where you had left off.

Neither one of you wanted to put much pressure on the relationship by talking about the future, but Bradley already knew that now that he had you back in his life, he never wanted to let you go again. He just hoped you felt the same way.

Ten minutes later, Bradley had just begun to doze off, lulled to sleep by the constant chatter over the radio, when suddenly Bob’s tone shifted, his words sharp with an edge of concern and nervousness. “Hey, Raven, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Somethin’s wrong…”

Bradley bolted upright on the couch at the labored sound of your voice. Jumping to his feet, he tore across the room and snatched the radio receiver before anyone else could. It was highly frowned upon for those waiting in the rec room to use the radio, but Bradley didn’t give it a second thought as he called out to you, “Rae? Raven, what’s happening?”

“Roo...Oxygen’s not working…Ca-can’t breathe…

No. That can’t be right. The oxygen systems are always inspected before every flight to ensure something like this doesn’t happen. You had been given the all-clear this morning along with everyone else. Yet as he continued to listen to the radio, it was abundantly clear that you were struggling for every breath.

“Lt. Floyd.” Oh shit. Cyclone was monitoring training today. “Is your oxygen compromised?”

“N-no, sir. It’s just Raven’s.”

This was both good and bad news. On one hand, at least Bob wasn’t also being affected and he would be able to stay alert and focused on the situation. But on the other hand, if something happened to you, there was little he could do to help. He didn’t have any steering or altitude controls in the back seat and all emergency overrides were out of his reach.

Grabbing the radio, Bradley carried it over to the window so he could try and see what was happening. Luckily, there were a few clouds covering the worst of the sun’s glare and he could just make out the planes far off in the distance. Two were circling at a normal altitude, but the third seemed to be steadily climbing.

Cyclone must have noticed this too because his voice crackled out of the radio, “Lt., drop altitude to below 10,000 feet immediately and return to base…..Raven? Do you copy?”

“....can’t….breathe….”

“Why is she still going higher?” Hangman murmured as he approached the window to stand next to Bradley.

It seemed counterintuitive but Bradley thought he understood what was happening. Right now you wouldn’t be thinking logically about how to fix the problem, you’d just be straining to get air into your lungs. He could almost see you with your arched back, wide eyes, heaving chest….and fist clenched tightly around the stick as you unwittingly climbed higher and higher.

But then your plane seemed to level out for just a moment—before it began to plummet towards the ground.

Hangman inhaled sharply, “Oh my God…”

“Raven! Raven, wake up!” Bob’s voice was frantic as he cried out, “We’re going in! She’s unconscious and there’s no one on the stick!”

“No, no, no, no!” Bradley screamed, his fist slamming into the window over and over. This can’t be happening. This can’t be…

“Altitude dropping rapidly! Raven, please! Wake up! What do I do?”

“Lt. Floyd…eject.”

“What?” Bob sounded horrified at Cyclone’s command. “No. I can’t. I have to do something! I have to help her! Just tell me what to do!”

“There’s nothing you can do but save yourself. Now eject. That’s an order.”

“But–”

Hangman snatched the radio receiver out of Bradly’s hands and yelled, “Bob, you have to punch out right now! Your chute won’t save you if you go much lower.”

“I can’t…I can’t leave her.”

Hangman turned to Bradley, his face a mix of pain and sorrow as he held out the receiver. They both knew what needed to be done.

Squeezing his eyes tight to keep his tears from falling, Bradley grabbed the receiver and whispered, “Do it, Bob. She’d want you to.”

There was a momentary pause. Then, “I’m sorry.”

A loud bang blasted through the radio as the canopy was torn open and Bob’s seat jettisoned from the plane. Bradley looked out the window, his eyes scanning the sky until he just barely made out the tiny plume of color that had appeared as Bob’s cute deployed. It would be a rough landing, but he had ejected just high enough that he should be alright.

The same couldn’t be said about you.

Bradley sank to the floor as your plane spiraled closer and closer to the ground, bile rising in his throat at the knowledge there was absolutely nothing anyone could do to save you now. All he could do was watch it happen.

Then, just before your plane slammed into the ground in a fiery explosion, he heard one final word whispered through the radio.

“...R-Rooster?”

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I Wanna Feel Good Tonight

Sequel to “I’m just now feelin feisty”

Masterlist

18+

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x reader x Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Warnings: Explicit. 18+ only. Female reader. MMF threesome. Polyamorous relationship. Daddy kink. Mommy kink. Fingering. D/s themes. Actual Switch/sub this time!Rooster. Daddy dom!Jake. Actual switch/mommy!reader. Color system. Fingering. Oral(male and female receiving). Cum eating. Pegging. PWP.

You practically skip into the store Jake and Bradley stopped at. This was the third shop you’d been in and it wouldn’t be the last, the novelty of going into a sex shop wore off quickly for the boys. The first shop you stopped in they were like kids in a candy store running from item to item and calling the other over to look at whatever they found next. You told Jake you didn’t like any of the straps ons from any of the other stores so far but that was kinda slightly a lie. You didn’t really care which one you had but if Jake and Bradley wanted to be mean to you the other day when you got in trouble for their poor time management skills then they can drive you all over to find the exact strap on you want.

You already knew which one you wanted, not that it terribly mattered much to you. You knew before you had even gotten into the car. You knew which shop it was, too. Were you going to tell them? Oh no. Making them drive all over was way too funny for you. You’d stopped at the shop yesterday and picked it out while they were still at work. Both Bradley and Jake sighed each time you looked over the selection at each shop and deemed the options unsuitable for what you wanted. They couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t whine or complain. Just followed you back into the car to drive to the next store, grumbling under their breaths the whole way.

You had gotten into the car this morning with a whole list of every shop you could find in the general area near your house. It was at least 7 shops long. The last shop on your list was the one with the strap you already had decided you wanted. You just hoped none of the other ones had the same one so they didn’t catch onto your game because you were going to every shop on that list no matter what. They wasted your time the other day and then punished you for getting bored so you can waste their time today. Happily.

Thankfully none of the shops ended up having it and so finally when Jake and Bradley took you into the last store you finally got to point out which one you wanted. It was black patent leather with rhinestones and came with an opaque ish clear dildo. Whatever the girliest option was, you wanted it. You were surrounded at home by all their “manly pilot shit” that they leave everywhere so you wanted something girly for you. You were a princess after all. If only the dildo was pink and had sparkles. Maybe the next one. You’re sure you can find something with sparkles online. The girliness for you and not meant to emasculate them at all. Both Jake and Bradley were comfortable enough in their manlihood to not be bothered by colors or sparkles, sometimes both of them rocked sparkly pedicures when you got bored at home. You’ve been told they are the envy of the locker room at work.

You stood in line with your boys, holding hands with Bradley while Jake carried your new toy. The worker raised their eyebrow at the three of you when you got to the front of the short line, which you thought was weird, you’re sure they see all sorts of people, couples, groups, etc roll through their shop on a daily basis. Maybe the worker was just trying to figure your dynamic out. Nobody usually can. You kinda wanted to ask what they think it is. Sometimes the Dagger Squad likes to guess but none of you have ever told any of them how your dynamic actually works. They tend to guess wrong, assuming Jake is a bratty sub and Bradley doms Jake and then most often they guess that you domme them both. Assuming probably due to Bradley’s size and demeanor and the sass that oftentimes flows out of both your and Jake’s mouths and the way both of your boys follow after you all the time. Even the other day the whole squad asked Bradley and Jake if they were done pouting from the night before when you flirted with that guy because they were all sure you put them in their place and not the other way around at all.

When the worker handed Jake the bag, they told you all to have a nice day and, “Have fun!” which made Jake blush bright red and Bradley laugh. You grinned. Now you really wanted to ask what they thought. You’re sure whatever vibe you three give off isn’t correct which you really enjoy. In your relationship Bradley doesn’t have to be the stoic leader he tends to portray at work (or so you’ve heard) plus the show off-y/golden retriever-y personality that’s often seen at the hard deck. Instead Bradley just gets to follow Jake’s orders and gets to be taken care of and showered in as much love as he wants by both you and Jake, never having to try and impress either of you. Only sometimes does Bradley want to step up and take you on, usually as a way to get rid of excess energy or a way to work through things going on in his head which you’re happy to help with. Jake gets to have the control he craves and gets to dote on the both of you, handling everything like his type A personality wants. He is the end all be all of your relationship. The perfect daddy for you both. And you, well you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. You tend to take a more passive role. Most often the epitome of pillow princess if the sass doesn’t come out which it often does. Jake loves when it does though. Using the strap on would be your first venture into the more active role. You were excited, especially if you did in fact get to fuck Jake eventually. Bradley doesn’t even get to do that often and even then Jake is still domming from the bottom. You’re hoping to maybe change that. Get him out of his head potentially.

You could barely contain your excitement to get home. Just in the last store you had smacked Bradley’s ass a total of ten times before Jake told you that you needed to stop and shot you a look that said “If you don’t stop you’re going to regret it.” As you looked at the dildos you quietly asked Bradley questions like “Is this the one you want inside you?” and “Wouldn’t this one feel so nice?” Bradley may have remained mostly quiet in the store giving off a more stoney facade but Jake and you both noticed the slight glassiness to Bradley’s eyes by the time you all headed back home. You’re sure the worker thought he was holding your hand to keep you under control or something, when in reality you were holding Bradley’s to lead him where you wanted and to keep him close to you and Jake. He likes to be close to you and Jake when his mind goes a little fuzzy and you love being the person he wants to snuggle up to.

It didn’t take long for you all to return home. The last store you went to was the closest to your house, not even five minutes away. When Jake realized that he raised an eyebrow at you and you just smiled sweetly back at him then blew him a kiss while he shook his head at your shenanigans. You really thought he would have caught on quicker than that. Must be losing his touch.

When you all arrived home, you raced into the house with your bag while Jake and Bradley got out of the car and into the house at a normal speed, Bradley’s mind came back to himself on the car ride home.

By the time they made it into the house together, you had already slipped the strap on onto your body over your clothes. You giggled as you swung your hips side to side watching the dildo swing to and fro. Both Bradley and Jake started laughing when they walked in the house and saw what you were doing.

“How do you guys not do this all the time? This is so amusing,” You said as you continued swinging your hips.

Jake shrugged, “The amusement wore off after a while. I don’t know about Bradley but I stopped doing stuff like that when I was like 15.”

Bradley laughed, “What are you talking about? You literally yelled for me to come into the bathroom the other day because you were holding your towel up by your dick and you were so proud of yourself.”

“Someone needed to see!” Jake said gesturing to his crotch. “It was awesome!”

Bradley laughed again, shaking his head at Jake then walked over to you when you stopped moving your hips and batted at the dildo causing it to pull down then bounce back up.

“That’s a pretty impressive dick you got there, baby,” Bradley said with a grin as he wrapped a hand around it and wiggled it around.

You shrugged and tried to keep from laughing as he wiggled it, “I know. We all knew I would have an impressive dick. Mickey said that I just scream big dick energy.”

Jake laughed from behind Bradley, “Was that when he was asking you about fucking us?”

“Why are your friends so interested in our sex life?” You asked as you looked between the two of them, leaning slightly to look around Bradley to Jake. “And why do they always ask me? Why can’t they ask you two awkward questions.”

“Because it’s an abnormal relationship, not to us of course, but you don’t generally know of people being polyamorous so they’re naturally curious and there’s different types of poly relationships so even if they did know of one they might not have all been together like we are. Plus, they all try and get us to tell them about it all the time but we don’t say anything so they’re hoping to wear you down. You’re probably the most likely to spill the beans, babe,” Bradley said and then kissed the top of your head then nuzzled his face into your hair.

You huffed and stomped your foot, “Am not! Jake never shuts up! He’s most likely!”

Jake smirked as he walked over to the two of you and swatted your butt, “You wanna watch what you’re sayin there, princess? Or do you want to get in trouble again? Either way I’m happy to oblige.”

You scowled at Jake and raised your middle finger up at him, “Don’t be an ass. It’s not cute.”

“Wasn’t trying to be cute,” Jake grumbled and furrowed his brow.

Bradley stepped between the two of you and wrapped himself around you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck, while he shuffled you farther into the house, “If we could not have fight that would be appreciated. I don’t want to explain to our coworkers how I had to kick Jake’s ass because you two started a fight.”

You grinned and squished your face against his and nuzzled cheek to cheek, “Aww, you would fight Jake for me?”

Bradley nodded and kissed your cheek, “Mama Carole would come back to haunt my ass if I let anything happen to you.”

You both could hear as Jake scoffed, “I would never try to punch our girl, Bradshaw. Nor hurt her in any way she didn’t want. You should both know that. Same goes for your ass, too.”

Bradley turned back to Jake and shrugged, “I don’t know that. You’re a wildcard, Seresin. Gotta defend my girl’s honor.”

“She’s my girl too!”

Bradley wrapped his arms back around you and lifted you up to throw you over his shoulder, “Not right now she’s not.”

You giggled despite a dildo being squished directly into your belly as he settled you on his shoulder and took off running with you up the stairs.

“Girlfriend stealer!” Jake yelled as you heard him hot on Bradley’s heels. You looked up and he was almost within touching distance quickly, as Bradley made it to the top of the stairs before he wrapped his arms around Bradley’s middle to slow him down and pulled Bradley back towards himself as he dug his heels down.

“Nooooooo! She’s mine!” Bradley yelled and held onto you tight as he was slowed down, dragging Jake a little before finally coming to a complete stop.

“Now I’ve got you both right where I want you!” Jake said then grinned as he walked around to Bradley’s front with his arms still wrapped around his middle and kissed him.

“In the hallway?” You asked cheekily then squeaked as you felt a hand come down onto your ass.

“Yes, you brat, in the hallway, that’s clearly what I meant,” Jake said and you just knew he rolled his eyes when he said it, not that you could see. The only view you currently had was the floor and Bradley’s back and butt, not that you’d ever complain about that. You were quite fond of that butt. Jake’s too.

You could hear Jake and Bradley once again kissing, so you reached down and pinched Bradley’s butt.

“Oww!” Bradley said and reached around to rub the spot you pinched. “Okay, she’s all yours. Not sure I want her anymore.” He leaned down slightly and slid you off his shoulder and onto your feet, in between himself and Jake.

“That’s not even true. You love me,” you said and pouted up at him.

Jake wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him, “No, no. You’re all mine now. I get to love you exclusively.”

You watched as Bradley’s eyes got big and a pout formed on his lips, “No! I take it back. She’s mine too! We can share.”

“What if I don’t want to share?” Jake asked as he kissed the side of your head.

“Tough shit,” Bradley said as he stepped closer to the two of you and leaned down to kiss you.

You giggled against his lips, these childish fights were one of the reasons you loved these two so much. It was never boring in your house. Jake and Bradley apparently used to have a rivalry between the two of them, not that you were around for any of that, and had put it in the past but that didn’t mean they didn’t still poke fun at each other. Even when they started dating each other before you can along, they would playfully tease each other and keep the rivalry going playfully. It increased when they met you. You actually gave them something to compete over, not that you were a trophy or anything, they just thought it was funny to try and one up each other. They had been doing it since the start of the relationship.

You happily kissed him back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned down and ran his hands down your back, between you and Jake, and grabbed the inside of your thighs and hefted you up. You wrapped your legs around his middle while his hands rested on your butt. He took steps backwards until he pulled you all the way away from Jake and then pulled his face away from you and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He threw you on the bed, resulting in a scream from you, and jumped up onto it beside you and laid on his side with a hand holding his head up and a grin plastered on his face.

Jake came running in after you both, throwing the door open to find Bradley relaxing on the bed and you laughing as hard as you can.

“Nice of you to join us, Jake,” Bradley said as he grinned.

Jake rolled his eyes, “You think you’re slick?”

Bradley nodded, “I do and it was.”

Jake shrugged and walked towards the bed, “You’re right. That was actually impressive. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“If you knew what was happening that would have defeated the purpose, babe,” Bradley said and flopped onto his back and held his arms out towards Jake. Jake laughed and flopped down on top of Bradley which made Bradley make a soft “ooof” noise.

Bradley smiled and wrapped his arms around Jake, one hand finding it’s way into Jake’s hair where he started to lightly scratch. Jake moaned in happiness and buried his face in Bradley’s chest placing an arm along either side of Bradley.

You watched as the two of them loved on each other. For as much teasing that happens between the two of three of you, heck the three of you, there’s also an enormous amount of love as well. With the type of dynamic that works for the three of you in the bedroom, there has to be a huge amount of trust and you’ve all certainly attained that together and fallen deeply for each other in the process.

You smiled as Jake held out a hand to you, clearly not wanting you to be left out. You placed your hand in his and he started to pull at your hand until you scooted your body closer and closer until he could put his arm around you and pull you against Bradley and him.

“Much better,” Jake said into Bradley’s chest. Bradley chuckled and placed a hand in your hair as well, scratching at your scalp. You closed your eyes and sighed happily. There was nothing better in the world than this. Not a thing. It was perfect.

“The fuck is poking me?” Jake said as he lifted up slightly and looked down. “Oh shit, I totally forgot you had that on.” He poked at the dildo that was still in the harness sat on your hips.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot I had that on too,” you said and wiggled your hips.

Bradley took a deep breath, “S-stop that!”

Both you and Jake looked up to see Bradley’s eyes closed then looked at each other, a grin played on both of your lips.

“Aww, puppy, I can feel you getting all excited,” Jake said as he rolled his hips against Bradley’s body which caused a whimper to fall from Bradley’s lips.

Jake pushed himself up until he was straddling Bradley’s hips and looked down at the other man who blinked his eyes open to look up at Jake and groaned seeing him straddling him and placed his hands on Jake’s hips.

Jake rolled his hips once, grinding his hips on Bradley’s, then looked towards you, “Princess, were you gonna fuck puppy with your clothes on? Because if not why don’t you head into the bathroom and get ready.”

You nodded then rolled off the bed. You took one last look at your two boys, Jake had leaned down to start kissing Bradley while you got off the bed, he had linked their fingers together and put them beside Bradley’s head on either side. Jake pulled away from Bradley’s lips to wink at you and blow you a kiss before he leaned back down.

You giggled before heading into the bathroom. You looked down at yourself. Did you want to keep any of your clothes on? The three of you have watched pegging porn previously, to see if that was something you all would be into, and sometimes the women kept their clothes on but not always. You decided to keep your bra and underwear on but take your shirt and jeans off. You slipped the strap on back up over your hips and tightened into position. You looked at yourself in the mirror. It was weird seeing a dildo attached to yourself but amusing nonetheless.

You stepped back out into the bedroom and saw a naked Jake kneeling beside the bed behind a naked Bradley who was bent over the bed. Jake had three fingers sliding in and out of Bradley while Bradley moaned and whimpered.

Jake smiled when he noticed you come back into the room, “Hi princess.”

“Hi daddy,” you said as you walked over and stood next to Jake.

Jake smacked Bradley’s ass, “On the bed, puppy. Hands and knees.”

Bradley scrambled onto the bed and got into position. Jake climbed up on the bed after him and used one hand to press Bradley’s chest down onto the mattress then held out a hand to you.

You took his hand in yours and followed as he gently pulled you towards them, “I think this is going to be the easiest position for you.” He guided you behind Bradley and had you climb up onto the bed and kneel up behind him. “It’s okay if you get tired or want a break, okay?”

You nodded.

“I need words, princess,” Jake said as he slid a hand down Bradley’s back, who shuddered from the touch.

“Yes daddy. I understand,” you said.

Jake smiled and leaned forward to kiss you then helped you shimmy your body as close as can be behind Bradley, “Color puppy?”

Bradley turned his face to the side, “Green.”

“Color, princess?” Jake then asked you.

“Green. Color, daddy?” You asked Jake looking at him.

“Green. Go ahead, princess, make puppy feel good,” Jake said as he helped you line up with Bradley’s hole.

Bradley’s eyes widen as you push in and you hear something mumbled into the sheets that he bunched up near his face.

Jake reached over and pulled Bradley’s head up by his hair, “What was that, puppy?”

Bradley shook his head and whined.

Jake nodded towards you, “Princess, can you pull back out and push in again? I want to hear what puppy has to say.”

You nodded and followed Jake’s instructions.

Bradley bit his lip to once again try and hold in the noise.

Jake softly pulled his lip from between his teeth, “Puppy, you know better. Stop that.”

Bradley took a deep breath, “K.”

You once again pulled out and pushed back in and you all hear exactly what Bradley had been trying to hide, “Mommy!”

Jake grinned at you, “Well isn’t this a fun development? Finding out all sorts of new things about puppy.”

Bradley whined and you ran a soothing hand over his back.

“Is daddy being mean to you, baby boy? What a mean daddy. It’s okay, who’s gonna take care of you, baby?” You asked.

“Mommy,” Bradley gasped out quickly, breathing heavily.

You smiled. Yeah, you like this.

“Good boy,” you murmured to Bradley before you pulled your hips back slightly and pushed them back in causing a sharp inhale from Bradley.

You looked up and met Jake’s eyes to wink at him before he shifted his gaze back to where you were entering Bradley.

Bradley whined and pushed his body back towards yours, “Mommy…. Please…. Mommy!”

“What do you need, puppy?” You asked as you continued your soft hip movements.

“Need more, please,” Bradley whimpered out. “Please mommy!”

You ran both hands up his thighs teasingly before gripping onto his hips to help you push and pull easier, “What a polite boy.”

Jake laughed, “Of course he’s being all good for you, you’re the one fucking him.”

You shrugged as best as you could while still gripping Bradley’s hips to keep a steady pace, “He’s always a good boy. You pouting, daddy?”

“Maybe a little.”

You giggled, “Did I take your favorite toy away?”

“No, my two favorite toys are busy with each other,” he said as he ran a hand along Bradley’s back and rested it on the back of his neck which caused Bradley to look up at Jake.

“I’m sure puppy would be more than happy to include you. It’d give him something to do with his mouth,” you said as you looked down at Bradley who was practically drooling on the sheets. He started nodding once he realized what you had said to Jake and made grabby hand motions towards him and whined.

Jake crawled up towards the head of the bed and placed himself in front of Bradley, “You need something in your mouth, puppy?” Bradley enthusiastically nodded at that as he watched Jake come closer to him. You slowed your thrusts down as the two situated themselves. Bradley lifted up onto his hands as Jake scooted himself partially under Bradley. Bradley looked up to meet Jake’s eyes, waiting for the go ahead, with his mouth falling open and tongue hanging out in anticipation. Jake nodded and Bradley quickly dropped down onto his elbows to partially take Jake’s dick into his mouth, after letting some spit run down the length Bradley tightly grabbed what wasn’t in his mouth causing Jake to moan as he threw his head back. You could see his thighs twitch as he stopped himself from thrusting forward into Bradley’s warm, wet mouth.

You continued with your shallow thrusts until you could tell Bradley had started to get impatient. He started to push back towards you as he pulled his head up almost off Jake to tongue at his sensitive head which caused Jake to slip both hands into Bradley’s curls as he swore. You knew from first hand experience just how great Bradley’s mouth could feel and by the looks of it Jake was thoroughly enjoying himself. Bradley wiggled his ass at you before leaning forward to take Jake fully into his mouth.

You chuckled then thrusted into Bradley a few more times, harder, to check that Bradley wasn’t going to choke or anything on Jake’s dick. That wasn’t what you wanted. At least not right now. You vaguely heard Bradley moan from around Jake which must have felt good since when you looked up at Jake, you saw him shudder.

“Puppy feel good, daddy?” You asked as you kept up with your new pace, starting to vary the direction you were thrusting from.

Jake nodded as he gripped Bradley’s hair.

You giggled and ran your nails softly along Bradley’s spine causing him to shiver.

You continued thrusting with very slight variations to the angle until you heard Bradley gasp and watched Jake’s entire body go rigid.

“Do…. Do that again, princess,” Jake panted out, barely opening his eyes to look at you.

“Okay, daddy,” you said as you made sure to make the dildo hit the same spot inside Bradley, you noticed as you did that Bradley was digging his blunt nails into Jake’s legs which probably matched what Jake’s nails were doing to Bradley’s scalp.

You thrusted a few more times before Jake’s entire body tensed and he shallowly thrusted into Bradley’s mouth four times while he grunted a few times before relaxing with a sigh.

After he took a few breaths he pulled Bradley’s head off him, which resulted in a whimper coming from Bradley as he tried to stay sucking on Jake. “No, all done, puppy. Lift up,” Jake said and Bradley sighed before he licked Jake clean twice more before he was pulled off harder and Bradley finally fully relented with a pout. Jake scooted himself down farther until he was face to face with Bradley so he could kiss him, tasting himself on Bradley’s tongue. Jake ran both hands down Bradley’s back until he met one of your hands on Bradley’s hip and wrapped the other around Bradley’s dick. Bradley pulled his mouth away from Jake and buried his face as well as he could when Jake started to stroke Bradley in time with your thrusts hitting his prostate.

Bradley started to pant before he came with a shout, making his and Jake’s stomachs a mess. You continued thrusting into Bradley until he slumped forward onto Jake’s chest. Jake wrapped his arms around Bradley quickly and placed a kiss to his temple. You pulled out of Bradley slowly, still making the exhausted man whine as you did so but he was quickly shushed by Jake who snuggled him impossibly closer.

You got up and shimmied out of the harness before you headed into the kitchen to grab a snack and some waters then hurried back. You handed Jake a water which he took then shimmied himself and Bradley up a little so he could help Bradley take a few sips. You climbed up onto the bed and opened the banana to break it into smaller bite sized pieces which you held out in front of Bradley’s mouth which he took slowly, each time being showered in praise by both you and Jake.

After his drink and his snack, Bradley was quick to fall asleep wrapped between both Jake and you. You ran your fingers through his hair while Jake held him firmly against his chest.

“Did you have fun, darlin?” Jake asked as he looked over at you.

You nodded, “Yep! I think it was a very successful first time.”

Jake chuckled, “Agreed. Do you need anything? Are you all good?”

You nodded again, “I’m all good. This wasn’t about me.”

“But that doesn’t mean you need to ignore your needs,” Jake said with a pointed look.

You shook your head, “I promise I’m all good and I do not need anything but a nap.”

Jake sighed and reached up to brush some hair out of your face, “I’m getting you off when we wake up.”

“Deal,” you said with a giggle.

“Love you, baby,” Jake said as he blew you a kiss.

“Love you, Jakey. And Brad Brad. So much,” you said back.

Bradley mumbled something in his sleep that may have been “love you” but you’re not sure. You snuggled up to Bradley’s back and kissed his shoulder before both you and Jake finally followed Bradley into dreamland.

You woke up a few hours later to both boys laying on your legs as they “quietly” (or so they thought) fought over who would get to wake you up with their tongue, both got annoyed at the other for being so loud but thankfully you knew exactly how to quiet them both resulting in two orgasms for you.

#Bradley rooster bradshaw x f!reader x jake hangman Seresin #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #sereshaw x female reader #hangster x reader

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Worth the Wait (Part 1)

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader

Word Count: 3857

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Lead Up to Smut, Unwanted Flirting, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Misunderstanding, Reference to Reader's Appearance

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Part 1, Part 2 (Coming Soon)

The first time Jake laid his eyes on you, it seemed as if everything else in the room faded away until you were the only thing left in his world. You were behind the bar wiping down the bar top, a cheeky grin on your face as you exchanged a few teasing back-and-forths with some of the other patrons. Jake had only been to The Hard Deck a few times before, but he knew you mustn’t have been working those days because there was no way he could ever forget your face.

There were a lot of beautiful girls in the town around the Navy airbase, but he had never seen someone like you. And as he walked up to the bar, all he could think about was how much more beautiful you were going to look later tonight in his bed.

You smiled as you saw him approaching and asked, “What can I getcha?” Your voice was sweet yet there was a playful edge to it that just drew him in even further.

Jake flashed you a toothy smile that usually had the ladies swooning and flustered. “How about your number?”

However, instead of seeming flattered as expected, you just rolled your eyes as your smile withered. “Wow! You know that’s the first time someone has used that line on me….. tonight. Unfortunately, that’s not on the menu. So, I can either get you a drink or you can make room at the bar for someone who actually wants to order.”

Jake’s face dropped immediately as he stuttered out an apology, introduced himself, then asked for a beer.

You gave him your name and nodded before offering him a soft smile. “And hey, it’s okay. I just need to let people know where we stand right off the bat. Don’t get me wrong. You’re very easy on the eyes, but I don’t date fighter pilots.”

Jake scoffed. “Then why are you working at a bar specifically targeted for the airfield?”

“Because I also don’t date customers. So that just gives me two reasons to turn you down.” You placed his beer in front of him, patted his hand lightly, and walked away.

His eyes followed you as you approached Rooster on the other side of the bar and began chatting to him. He said something that made you laugh, and you reached over and ruffled his hair before stealing his aviators off his face. You put them on and danced out of his reach as he leaned over the bar trying to snatch them back. The joyful look on your face made Jake’s heart leap in his chest and he wished he could make you smile like that. But no, of course, it had to be Rooster of all people to make you that happy.

Jake had butted heads with the other pilot from the first day of Top Gun and things had only gotten worse since then. Rivalries were always expected in these kinds of situations, but this was quickly turning into something deeper. Jake couldn’t stand how everyone always seemed to buy into Rooster’s nice guy routine. And while Jake had made a few friends, Rooster seemed to be loved by everyone. Now apparently, that included you.

But Jake never gave up without a fight. Sometimes it just took a little persistence.

“So why don’t you date fighter pilots?” Jake asked as he settled onto one of the bar stools the next Friday night.

You sighed and put your hands on your hips as you turned to face him, but Jake could tell it was more in jest than in true annoyance. “Have you seriously been waiting all week to ask me that?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I just want to know what I’m up against trying to convince you to go out with me.”

“It’s a pretty solid case, but good luck. Currently, both my brother and godfather are fighter pilots and my dad used to be one before he was killed in a training accident before I was born. So, I have personal experience with the kind of stress and worry it takes to love someone whose job puts them in constant danger and it’s just not something I’m looking for in a relationship. I have enough people to worry about dying in a fiery plane crash as it is, I don’t need to add a boyfriend to that list.”

Jake smiled as he slid a toothpick between his teeth. “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about with me, sweetheart. I’m the best pilot here. I own the sky.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly as your expression darkened. “Yeah, well, it’s attitudes like that which get people killed. Maybe it won’t be you, but then it’ll be someone who’s counting on you.” You glanced over your shoulder and your hard glare softened slightly. “And besides, I think a few people may disagree with your claims.” You set his beer down on the bar before walking over to where Rooster and Phoenix had just arrived.

Jake felt his blood begin to boil. Once again, he had lost your attention to Rooster. For someone who said they didn’t like fighter pilots, you sure did seem close with him. You said something and Rooster’s eyes darted to Jake’s. His jaw was clenched as he started to rise out of his seat, but you smacked him in the chest and sternly said something while jamming your finger in his face. Slowly, Rooster lowered himself back onto the stool but his eyes never left Jake’s.

There was definitely something between you two and Jake wondered if it had anything to do with why you wouldn’t give him a chance. But he was always up for a challenge. One way or another, he would wear you down eventually.

“So, you’ve never tried dating a fighter pilot before? You’ve just decided it’s not something you want to do.”

You shook your head in mock disbelief. “I don’t even get a hello anymore? A ‘how are you doing?’ or a ‘you look nice today’?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t think that needed to be said. You’re always the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I could go into detail if you want, but it would take the rest of the night to properly do you justice.”

“Wow, that’s a bit overkill but thanks.” You tried brushing off his comment like it didn’t matter, but Jake could see you flush slightly as you tried to hide a soft smile. “And actually, I did date a pilot once. It went exactly how I expected, and I spent the whole relationship worried about him and not enough time actually enjoying our time together. So now we’re just friends and I don’t date pilots.”

Rooster. It had to be. That was the relationship between you two. The way you acted around him definitely showed there was something deeper than just a casual acquaintanceship there. Jake could tell from the first night he saw you two together that you had some sort of connection, and this made perfect sense.

“But one bad experience made you swear off pilots forever? That doesn’t seem fair to all the eligible guys around here. You’ve never been tempted to give it another shot with one of us?” Jake leaned across the bar until he was only a few inches from you.

You bit your lip before leaning in towards him, the space between you now almost nonexistent. Softly, you whispered, “If I’m being honest…. When I first saw you walk into the bar a few weeks ago, I couldn’t breathe. You were so handsome, and your smile just made me melt.” You leaned over even further so your lips practically brushed against his. “Then you came over to talk to me and…… You opened your mouth and ruined it.” You smacked him playfully in the face with your rag as you straightened up.

Jake swallowed hard as he tried to wrap his head around what just happened. He had been so sure that this was it, that he was finally going to kiss you. Yet, every time he thought he had you figured out, you managed to completely pull the rug out from underneath him. And he was finding it irresistible.

Your playful smile began to droop as Jake remained frozen in place after your little joke. “Hey, are you okay? I was just messing around. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.”

“Um, no, sorry.” Jake cleared his throat as he straightened up. “I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“Well, maybe now you know how it feels.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

You sighed. “Listen, I like you, Jake. You seem like a great guy, but only when you drop all this bullshit flirting. I’ve met plenty of guys like you and know what you really want. And I’m sorry, but you’re just not going to get it from me. So, either you can move on to your next target and I’ll just hand you your beer in peace, or you can drop the whole suave, cool guy thing and we can be friends. Take your pick.”

Jake didn’t even consider it. As much as he wanted something other than friendship, he had also become too intrigued by you to lose you completely. So, he stuck out his hand, “Friends it is then. No more flirting, I promise.”

You narrowed your eyes in mock skepticism, but you took his hand. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

But Jake kept his word. Every Friday and Saturday night, he would show up just as your shift started and the two of you would chat in between customers. He learned more about your family, your friends, where you were born, what brought you to work at The Hard Deck, what your goals were in life, what you were scared of, what your favorite food was, what your favorite movie was, what your favorite color was…. The list went on and on.

Jake couldn’t remember the last time he got to know someone on such an intimate and personal level. And each of these tiny little facts made his heart soar each time he managed to uncover a new one. This was starting to turn into something so much more than he had ever anticipated when he first laid eyes on you, and yet, he couldn’t get enough.

In fact, about week five, he stopped even considering switching back into his flirtatious mode. This relationship had become something so much more than chasing that “yes” to him. So, it came as a complete surprise when you finally asked him out instead despite your earlier objections. It was just something small to test things out, but it was more than Jake had ever expected and he jumped at the chance.

So, that Sunday he arrived at the bar to pick you up. The two of you had planned on meeting on the beach in about twenty minutes, but Jake couldn’t wait, and he thought meeting you here would be a nice surprise. However, as he walked into the bar, he heard heated voices volleying back and forth. Sticking to the shadows, he snuck closer to the main room until he was able to make out what the voices were saying. And he was stunned as he realized who the voices belonged to.

“No!”

“Brad-”

“I said no! End of discussion. You are not going out with Hangman.” Rooster’s voice was firm and unwavering as he made his decision known.

But you weren’t having any of it. With just as much force, you said, “Listen, I respect your opinion, but you can’t tell me what to do. If I want to go out with him, I will. I’m not ten anymore where you can tell me I can’t go to the movies with a boy. I’m an adult and if I want to date Jake, I’m going to date Jake.”

“Well, Jake is not a good guy. He’s an arrogant prick who only looks out for himself and hits on just about every girl he sees. You don’t need to become just another notch in his bedpost because you know as soon as you put out, he’ll just move on to the next girl.”

“Oh, don’t be crude. I can handle myself and I’m not an idiot. I know what kind of guy Jake is and what he’s done in the past. But honestly…. I feel like he’s different with me.” Your tone softened for just a moment before it regained its sharp edge. “However, I’m not naïvely thinking I’m special or I can change him or any of that. I’m not going to just throw myself at the guy. We both said we would take it slow. Like tonight, we’re just going for a walk on the beach to talk. That’s it.”

Rooster scoffed. “That’s what you said about Bobby Pierson, and I found him sneaking out of your bedroom the next morning!”

“I was sixteen! Don’t even get me started on the stupid shit you did at that age!”

Rooster took a slow, deep breath. When he spoke again, he was calmer, and Jake could feel the concern and affection in his voice. “I’m not trying to control you, okay? I’m just worried about you and I want to make sure you’ll be alright. I know you like him, but I just have a really bad feeling about this.”

“It’s just because you don’t like him,” you responded, also calmer and more tenderly. “I’m not saying Jake’s a perfect person. I just really like him and want to see where this might go, good or bad. And I’d appreciate if you could support that choice.”

“You know I’m going to support you in anything you do. Just… be careful, okay?”

“Always. And thank you for being there for me. I know I don’t always seem appreciative of it, but it means the world to me.”

Jake peeked out from his hiding place just in time to see you wrap your arms around Rooster, and he quickly returned the embrace. The two of you remained like that for a moment before you reached up and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. That was the final straw for Jake.

He stormed out of the shadows and into the main bar area as he scowled, “What the hell is this?”

You and Rooster both dropped your arms but neither one of you moved away from one another. You looked surprised but not as if you had been seen doing something wrong. More as if you were just caught off guard. “Jake! I thought I was supposed to meet you on the beach?”

“Yeah, well, I thought I’d surprise you, but I guess the surprise is on me. I show up to find this dickhead trying to bad mouth me to you and then you kiss him? Minutes before we’re supposed to go out? What the hell!”

Both you and Rooster stared at Jake like he just grew another head. Then slowly, a look of realization settles on both of your faces as Rooster turned towards you. “You didn’t tell him?”

You shrugged in bewilderment. “I thought he already knew! Or that you would have given him ‘the speech’ or something by now.”

“I was going to, but I haven’t gotten around to it.”

“I mean, I thought practically everybody knew. Phoenix knows, Penny knows, all your instructors who come in here know. And we talked about stuff, but I guess I never made it explicit?”

As Rooster opened his mouth to say something else, Jake cut him off frustratedly. “Do either of you two want to tell me what the hell is going on?”

You take a few steps forward and gently take his hand. “Jake…. Bradley’s my brother.”

Jake’s mouth fell open as he glanced back and forth between the two of you. “You- your brother?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, I would have mentioned it sooner, but I honestly thought you knew. We talked about my brother being a fighter pilot and we have the same last name. Plus, I mean, we do look a lot alike.”

Jake had never thought about it but now that you pointed it out, you were right. The two of you shared a lot of similar features though you were by no means identical. Still, it was something he should have picked up on especially since he saw the two of you together all the time.

Still trying to grasp the situation, he pointed at both of you. “So…. this was all just about your brother trying to talk you out of dating me?”

“I mean, can you really blame him? You two don’t exactly get along and he’s always been pretty overprotective.”

“No, I’m just protective. You get yourself into a lot of stupid situations, and I don’t want to see it happen again. Especially not with him.” Rooster jabbed a finger in Jake’s direction.

You roll your eyes. “Glass houses, Bradley. Just because you’re older doesn’t mean I’m the only one who makes mistakes they need to be protected from repeating. Or should I tell Jake about you and Melissa Goodman?”

Rooster’s face instantly went white as a sheet. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Just try me! Now, are you going to leave us alone and let us go on this date, or do you want me to keep talking?”

He glanced back and forth between you and Jake before grabbing his jacket off the bar top. “Fine. Do what you want. Just don’t come crying to me when he hurts you.” He started to storm out but paused as he got shoulder to shoulder with Jake. In a hushed tone, so only Jake could hear, he growled, “If you do hurt her in any way, I will find a way to shoot you out of the sky for real.” And then he was gone.

You looked up at Jake, lips pursed as you tried to gauge what he was feeling. “I’m sorry but I really thought you knew. But now that you do…. does it change anything? Do you still want to go out?”

“Of course, I still want to go out. This doesn’t change anything between you and me, so I don’t see a problem with it.” Jake said with a shrug.

Your smile lit up the room as you gave him a quick hug. “I’m so glad! Okay, let me lock up and we can go!”

An hour later, the two of you finished your walk and were just reapproaching the bar. And while the conversation had been light and interesting, Jake could tell you were still thinking about what happened earlier. So, he finally asked, “Is there anything else you think we need to talk about?”

You sighed. “About my brother…. Are you sure you’re okay with this? I know you two aren’t exactly friends and Bradley’s not thrilled with me seeing you.”

“I mean, it’s a little weird but Rooster can just suck it up like the big boy he is. Though, I can’t wait to see his face when I get back to base tonight.”

You sighed again and stopped walking. “Jake, if we are going to try this, it has to be about us. I’m not going to just be a way for you to mess with my brother. So, if that’s what you’re planning, I’m calling it quits right now.”

“No, no, hey. I’m sorry. Listen, I liked you long before I found out about your brother. Sure, it might be fun to give him a little extra jab about it every once and a while, but not at the cost of losing you. I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

You raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “You really think you can do that?

“Of course. If I could stop flirting with you for weeks when all I wanted to do was kiss you, I think I can stop from rubbing it in Rooster’s face I’m dating his sister.”

“You… you’ve been wanting to kiss me?” You asked softly.

Jake hadn’t even really realized what he admitted to when he said that, but it was the truth. “Well, yeah. I figured you knew that since I was coming on too strong and you had to tell me to stop flirting with you. But that time you teased me and leaned over so we practically kissed? I almost leaped over the bar and carried you out of there right then! It was tough but I-”

Jake was instantly silenced by your lips on his. You pressed your body tightly against his as you ran your hand through the back of his hair. Though surprised, Jake leaned into your embrace and gripped your hips tightly, using them to pull you in even closer.

After a moment, he broke away and breathlessly asked, “I thought you wanted to take things slow?”

“Maybe I lied. Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d still want to go out with me after that. And besides, just because I’m not a pilot doesn’t mean I don’t like going fast.” You placed another long, lingering kiss on his lips before adding, “But if you tell Bradley about this, we’re through.”

“Yeah, no, that’s fair.” He captured your lips again and lifted you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. With his mouth still on yours, he carried you into the bar and set you down on the bar top. Then, he ripped off his shirt and grinned as your eyes grew wide as they soaked in his finely sculpted physique. Tentatively reaching out, you ran your fingers lightly over his firm stomach muscles, sending a shiver of pleasure through him.

You smiled at his reaction before removing your own shirt. Now it was Jake’s turn to marvel at the sight before him. He leaned in to kiss you again, but you placed a hand on his chest. “Jake, just….. please don’t break my heart.”

He reached out and softly brushed a loose strand of hair off your face. “Never, sweetheart. I could never do that to you.”

“How do I know that’s not just a line? That Bradley’s right and you’re just using me?”

“I know there’s nothing I can say that won’t sound like a line or an empty promise. But we can stop, right now. I really don’t want to, but if that would help make you feel better about things, we can just go finish our walk on the beach. I don’t want this to be one night of fun. I want this to be potentially a lifetime of fun. So, if that means waiting, we will.”

You stared at him for a long moment, and Jake could see you weighing all scenarios in your mind. But finally, you said, “You’re right. That did sound like another line. But damn it, it was a good one.”

You pulled him into you once more, and as Jake laid you down across the bar top, all he could think was you had been well worth the wait.

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sailor-aviator · 2 months

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Okay let’s try a new one since the other one is pretty neck in neck rn

#poll #two birds #tb #fortune & glory #f&g #Jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #Bradley rooster Bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader

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daughterofthereaper02 · 1 year

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Purity

Pairings: Hangman x Rooster x Bob x reader

Requested: Hi love! ( Idk I'm allowed to call people that but it's a habit😅)I just wanted to say I absolutely love your work! And I had an amazing idea (or at least I think it is) if it's not to much trouble.Poly Bob x Rooster X Hangman X reader where Rooster suddenly introduced Iceman and Maverick as his parents and the rest of class 86 ( sundown, chipper, slider, wolfman and Hollywood) as his uncles.Suddenly Maverick isn't the chaotic/fun/chill captain anymore but he's all 'so you three think you're good enough to date my son huh'.Then IceMav let the 86 class do some very intimidating and threatening shovel talk and first reader is like 'oh shit' but then she remembers the stories Rooster told them about how sweet and chaotic they are (probably causing chaos with Maverick) and reader starts to respond dryly and sarcastically (totally matching class 86' vibe) and they're like 'yeah she's part of the family now, even if it doesn't work out with Rooster, we're adopting you now' and Bob and Hangman are complete horrified because they are higher ranking officers and Rooster is just laughing his ass off.

A/N: I am going to keep Sundown and Chipper out because I don’t know much about them. Also please like and reblog! I hate to say it but many of us writers don’t want to write anymore because we have no interaction. It feeds the authors.

Warning: Mentions of pregnancy, humor regarding males that were also males at birth not being able to be pregnant.

Don't like it, don't read please

You stood at the door of the Kazanksy-Mitchell household. “Guys, I promise you it will be fine,” Bradley chuckled, “Its only supposed to be Iceman and Maverick today,” He continued. You looked at him suspiciously, “Then why are there multiple vehicles here Bradley?” You asked, face deadpanned. “I said supposed to, doesn’t mean it is,” he said with a nervous chuckle. He truthfully did not know that his 'uncles' we're supposed to be there as well. Despite being in his thirties, they always have and always will be protective over 'baby goose'.

Just as Bob and Jake went to comment, the door open and there stood Iceman, Maverick, Slider, Hollywood, and Wolfman. “Bradley!” Maverick exclaimed with a big grin, pulling him into a hug before a more serious look took over his face when looking at Jake, Robert, and you, “Lts. Seresin, Floyd, L/n,” He acknowledged with a nod. Gone was the fun loving captain you all saw every day at training, in his place was a protective father figure. “Captain Mitchell,” You said politely, “Admiral Kazansky,” You continued before acknowledging the rest by their proper ranks. They were truthfully impressed that you had taken the time to memorize that without them being in uniform, you had never personally met them before. It also show you actually listened to Bradley when he told you things because they gave him no time to prepare you all for the meeting with them.

“Please, come in,” Iceman said, his whole body stiff as you four entered the house. You all entered the house, backs straight, and heads raised, showing no fear. You all were falling into a military mindset as you began to go to the dinner table after being instructed. It was going to be like you were in the academy again, you had to show no weakness while also being respectful.

You all sat down, tension filling the air that was so thick you could cut it with a knife. At first it was silent, all of you complimenting the food but you three knew better then to speak. When the group wanted to start the conversation, they would.

Maverick suddenly straightened up, “So, you three think you’re good enough to date Rooster, huh?” he asked, looking directly at you three. “Sir-” Robert started but Maverick held up his hand, “We all have a few questions for you and your intentions with him,” Slider said, jaw tight.

Right then and there, you knew exactly what they were doing. It was like a bad romcom, ‘Are you planning to take her purity?’, and in this case, it was Bradley.

"Please, ask away Admiral Kerner," You said easily, a smile falling onto your face. They wanted to play games? You would play back. These men needed to know you could hold your own and for Rooster as well. You also recalled they had a sense of humor and would appreciate that. While you would be extremely respectful towards them, you also had to crack jokes and be yourself, if you couldn't with his most trusted family then you weren't really in it for the long run.

"Let's begin then," Wolfman said, leaning forward arms just resting on the table but not his elbows to show manners still. "Your plans for the future with baby Goose?" He asked. "Well sir, we plan a very long future with him," Jake said, clearing his throat. Anyone you see the twitch in his jaw from his nerves, you also could see Bob shifting as they tried to watch their words.

"Marriage? Kids?" Hollywood pushed, wanting more of an answer from you three. "Well sir, we will all probably get hitched in Vegas," you said dryly, "Elvis officiating the wedding of course," you continued straight faced. Robert stomped on your foot, "Y/n!" He hissed before glancing at the Admirals to apologize for your behavior but stopped short as he saw the reactions. Iceman let out a snort, the others lips were twitching as they tried to not laugh, recalling Goose saying about some of them getting married in Vegas.

"And the children?" Mav asked, trying to not laugh. "Well there is the natural way but I don't think they have the parts to carry," you joked with a shrug, waving your hand to your boyfriends who were very much born male. "But if we were maybe one or two but I don't pressure," you said, tone light and a grin on your face.

They were starting to relax with you, leaning back in their seats. "And your overall intentions?" Iceman asked. "Well sir," you said, folding your hands respectfully, "I have no intention of stealing your son's purity if that is what you're worried about," you grinned, leaving it in the air with the silent 'Though he doesn't have any', "But my intention is to keep him for a very long time. Although I won't be making him into a pretty little housewife," you smirked.

That set them off rolling as Rooster flushed in embarrassment. "Okay okay, we can't break gentlemen!" Hollywood chuckled. "So," he started turning the attention to your other boyfriends.

The rest of the night you continued with joking responses while also showing that you deeply loved Bradley and intended to give him the world. The entire time, Bradley was laughing hysterically as you responded with quick comebacks and humor, you were a little spitfire apparently.

The whole time, Jake and Robert resembled fish and ghosts at the same time. These were Admirals of all high ranking! Not only could they convince Bradley to break up with you three, but they could also make their lives extremely miserable within the military. It honestly freaked them out even more when they all responded positively to your humor.

It was later that night, you were sitting and joking with Hollywood and Wolfman about a ‘hard on’ comment they made back in Top Gun. Slider and Iceman approached Bradley, placing their hands on his shoulders. “We like her definitely,” Iceman grinned, “She is part of this family now even if you break up with her,” Slider chuckled. You turned your head towards them as they called your name, “Y/n, you have officially been adopted by the class of 86!” He continued with a laugh. “Robert, Jake, lighten up. We aren’t that scary... we just needed to test you,” Iceman smiled.

They spent the time getting Jake and Robert to relax, watching as you four interacted the whole night. They knew baby goose found his people.

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moonlight-prose · 2 years

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♱ UNHOLY ♱

a/n: we're starting this off with a bang. literally. strap in y'all cause this is filthy as fuck. i'm kinda nervous about this one to be honest, because i have never written for jake, but i'm gonna do my best. happy kinktober everyone! i hope you enjoy! also a big massive thank you to @themarcusmoreno for beta reading this for me.

day one - voyeurism | kinktober 2022

summary: bradley has a surprise for you; making one of your fantasies come to life.

word count: 3.8k (i guess?!)

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw x f!reader x jake "hangman" seresin

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI + glen powell (don't come near this), cussing, voyeurism, threesome, cumplay, p in v sex, sir kink, alcohol consumption, creampie, male masturbation.

There was something in those brown eyes of his that made you shudder in delight. A small inkling of what he had planned for the night and in all honesty you were way off the mark with your guesses. Are we going somewhere new? Is it a special occasion? You asked him question after question in the hopes that he’d cave and spill the details, but you knew Bradley Bradshaw. You knew him probably better than anyone in this bar.

Stubbornness was his greatest attribute and your worst enemy.

“Why won’t you tell me?” you practically whined, nudging his knee with your own.

“Stop asking about it and I will.”

You squinted, leaning in closer as he smiled into his glass of bourbon. “No you won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know you. Giving up your play isn’t really your tactic.”

That was partially the truth. He’d only caved once in the entire time you’d known and dated him. It was due to him getting sick and having to cancel the surprise, but it took that much for him to spill his secrets. Which meant that tonight you weren’t going to figure it out until he was good and ready for you to do so. You nearly shook his shoulders, demanding he tell you everything, but that was part of his play. He wanted you riled up; ready to burst at any moment, because according to him…that’s when you were least expecting it.

“Finish your drink, we’ve got to go.”

“Go?” You watched him hastily drop cash on the bar top for Penny, thanking her with a smile and a nod. “Go where?”

No answer.

You figured that would be the case yet again, but you weren’t one to give up trying nonetheless. Downing the scotch and soda you ordered on a whim, you reached for your jacket only to find that he’d grabbed it already. His hand clasped yours in his hold, tugging you through the overly crowded bar until you were finally outside—the breeze from the ocean sending chills down our spine. Bradley didn’t say anything when he opened the door for you, he didn’t say anything when he started the car towards your shared home. And he certainly kept silent as his phone chimed—Jake’s name flashing across the street.

“Baby?”

“Hm?” he hummed, turning onto your street.

“Why is Hangman asking where we are?”

The engine died with a quiet stutter as he pulled the key out of the ignition, turning towards you with a deep breath.

There were few times in your relationship where you felt nervous. The first time you met him. Your first date, your first time together, but this…this was a whole new level of nerves. His expression had dropped from playful to downright serious in a matter of seconds, causing your heart rate to shoot up as different scenarios of what he might say to you ran through your mind. You just couldn’t figure what Jake Seresin had to do with this conversation; how did he even figure into the aspect of your relationship?

“I want you to know that you can say no.”

Your heart leapt in your chest. “Bradley…what’s going on?”

“Do you remember our conversation from two weeks ago?”

Wracking your brain, you tried to dig up whatever conversation he was talking about, only to come up with zilch. You both told each other a lot and in a two week time span he could be mentioning anything. But then it clicked. Why Jake had suddenly been brought into the conversation rather abruptly, why Bradly was looking at you like you were ready to leap out of the car and dump him there and then.

Two weeks ago you’d been talking about sex. Not an unusual conversation between you, but as a joke he’d asked you who out of all your friends did you find the most attractive. It started out as celebrity crushes and somehow…you ended up there. Telling him in your tipsy stupor as he laughed with red stained cheeks, that Jake “Hangman” Seresin was such a pretty man. That he looked far too stunning for even words.

It was supposed to just be a joke—having told Bradley that Jake didn’t hold a candle to him afterwards. Yet…there you were.

“That was a joke,” you breathed, but his eyes dropped to the way you shifted your thighs together subconsciously. The thought of having both Bradly and Jake flooded your mind until it was on overdrive.

His lips quirked up, eyes shifting back to yours. “Are you sure about that honey?”

No you weren’t sure about it. You wanted to laugh it off, tell him that he had to be kidding, but you saw the way his eyes flared with a look that only showed when he wanted something. One very particular thing. He wanted you so much he had called Hangman and asked him if his interest was the same as yours. You weren’t sure what got to you more. The fact that Bradley went this far to make you happy, or the fact that Jake most likely resided in your house waiting for this to happen.

You were climbing into his lap before you could give him a straight answer. Your mind had gone numb with pleasure—whiting out the second you figured out what his surprise was. And what a surprise this was.

“I take it you like the idea,” he teased with a soft grin on his face.

“Yes,” you breathed, dropping your hips down onto his and digging a hand into his hair to bring his lips closer. “I like it.”

His lips brushed against yours, the desperation in your touch clear with the way you tried to tug him closer. But that’s not what this was about. You had a guest waiting inside your home and fucking your boyfriend in the front seat of his car would only make him impatient. Yet you couldn't leave without one kiss—you needed it, craved it, and he held it just out of reach.

“Not here,” he said, voice dropping just as his hand smacked your ass. “He’s waiting inside.”

“Just kiss me first.” You heard the distinct whine in your voice, but at this point you were too far gone to care.

He chuckled against the skin of your throat, pressing a wet kiss there and dragging his tongue upwards, stopping directly beneath your jaw. The realization came to you later than you expected—having never asked him where you wanted the kiss. If anything it made you writhe in his lap even more, your chest heaving with each breath you managed to take in. You could feel his erection straining his jeans, pressing directly against your clothed clit, but there was nothing you could do about it.

Bradley was already shifting you and sliding out of the car before you could appease the throbbing that started.

“He’ll like seeing you this way,” he murmured, cupping your chin with his thumb and forefinger. He dragged the pad of his finger along your spit slicked bottom lip, tugging it down slightly before letting it go.

If he had his way you’d be bent over the hood of his car by now, screaming his name for the whole neighborhood to hear, but the buzz on his phone snapped him out of his lust addled mind. Hangman was getting worried and you were growing impatient.

Guiding you towards the front door, he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you pressed to his front, his lips dragging along the back of your neck. It took him mere seconds to slide the key into the lock and push the door open, but for some reason it felt like hours. Even walking into the house, time slowed down, your ragged breaths echoing in the foyer.

Jake sat on the couch, elbows balanced on his knees and his phone held tightly between his hands. The sound of footsteps made him stand, expecting to see the two of you put together and calm like usual. The sight of you practically being held up by Bradley, your sundress tousled and eyes dazed, caught him off guard. It sent blood rushing to his cock so fast he nearly got a head rush. Rooster fared no better. His cheeks were stained red, hair standing to and fro like you ran your hands through it over and over again.

When Rooster dropped the question last week of joining you and him, he didn’t know what to think. Sure, he’d joked around about threesomes with other women. Claiming that he would be down for one anytime. Only he never thought he’d get to do this with you of all people; given how protective Rooster was over you.

There was no doubt in Jake’s mind that you were beautiful. The type of woman he’d go after if you weren't already spoken for, and he’d been ashamed before tonight to admit he’d gotten off to the thought of you a time or two. But now things were different. Now you were looking at him the way you solely looked at Rooster. You were asking him if he was willing to appease your fantasy through that single look and Jake had never been more eager to answer.

Your eyes drank him in, lips parting at the sight of the obvious bulge in his jeans. He wanted to taste you, bite into your skin and know what you felt like when you shattered in his arms.

Except you weren’t the one making the rules here and neither was he. Rooster was in charge—that much was clear—and both of you were waiting with baited breath for him to say go.

“You want a drink Hangman?” Bradley’s voice snapped you out of your stupor. Heat rushed through the entirety of your body as he pulled away from you to head towards the small bar cart in the corner of the room.

“Yeah,” Jake croaked, his voice scratchy from lack of use. “Whiskey if you got it.”

“Honey?” You tore your eyes away from Jake, seeing the smirk on your boyfriend’s lips. “Do you want a drink?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice. Choosing to drop onto the couch, you kept your gaze on the wall across from you even though you could feel Jake’s burning a hole in the side of your face. He wanted this, you wanted this. Fuck even Bradley wanted this. So why did you all of a sudden feel like fleeing to a different room and locking yourself in? Why were your nerves leaping beneath your skin with every breath you took?

The cold glass was pressed into your awaiting palm as Bradley took the larger leather armchair, leaving Jake to sit beside you.

He did it on purpose—you knew this. He wanted to see the tension in your body rise minute by minute until you eventually snapped. It was a little game you two played and as if he’d been here all along, Jake fit right into your dynamic. He sat close enough for you to feel the heat come off his body, but far enough away to not touch you—a way to taunt you the longer you both waited for Bradley to give the go ahead.

“Honey.” Your eyes snapped up, the alcohol burning down the back of your throat. Bradley’s eyes were full of mischief—his smile telling you that you would get everything you wanted tonight, but he would be the one to control your fantasy in the end. “Why don't you show Hangman what we were doing in the car.”

The breath caught in your throat, your body lighting up with fire as he finally gave his permission for you to indulge in what you ached for. You heard Jake take in a stuttered breath, his grasp on the glass turned his knuckles white. He held an inkling as to what Rooster was talking about and before he could form an image in his head, you were already taking his drink and sliding into his lap.

Fuck you felt better than he imagined.

Your knees pressed on either side of his hips, hands digging into his hair as you tilted his head back. Once his eyes met yours he knew he was done for. That nothing else in life would ever compare to seeing you as a panting mess in his lap; waiting with poised grace for your boyfriend to let you do more than just this.

“Shit.” The groan tore from his throat, his eyes fluttering shut when your hips pressed down onto his. Your warm underwear clad pussy dragged against the crotch of his jeans. Just that alone sent his mind reeling—forced him to grasp for the thin strands of his sanity, because this would be a long night. He’d make sure of that.

“Baby,” you whined, dragging your hips back and forth slow enough to kill him.

“Okay honey. You can kiss him.”

Jake’s hand gripped the back of your neck, roughly pressing his lips to yours and you felt the butterflies in your stomach grow. They thundered in your chest, nearly causing you to flinch away, but his tongue pushing into your mouth drowned them out. You sighed, leaning in further and sliding your tongue along his, tasting the whiskey directly from him. You noted that it tasted sweeter this way. That the hint of cinnamon that must have already been there sent your mind into a haze of heady lust.

Gasping as you pulled away, your eyes fluttered shut, head falling back as his lips attached to your throat. Following the line that Bradley had already drawn with his tongue. Fuck, if you focused hard enough you could imagine both of them touching you at the same time, but even you knew…Bradley would stay right where he was. He would watch as you took your pleasure because he allowed it.

“Do you want to fuck him?” Bradley’s voice broke through the blur of sensations running through your body. It took you second to gather your thoughts just enough for you to nod enthusiastically. “I need to hear it baby.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes I want to fuck him.”

Jake moaned, his teeth digging sharply into the crook of your neck, his hips snapping up to grind against you and tear a sound from your chest.

“Hangman.” Jake opened his eyes blearily, his heart thumping in his chest at the sight of Rooster staring at him with the same look he’d given you. “Do you want to fuck her?”

“Yes,” he replied quickly.

“Go on then.”

You moaned the second Jake’s hands began yanking up your sundress. He shoved your underwear to the side as you worked open his jeans, taking him in your hand and pulling him out. It took biting on his bottom lip so hard he tasted copper for him to hold off on absolutely losing it the second you touched him. Your hands were so fucking soft, so gentle as you guided him to your pussy—dragging his cock between your soaked folds.

“Don’t tease him honey.”

“Sorry sir,” you mumbled. The automatic title you placed on Bradley’s name made Jake’s cock twitch, the effect of seeing his friend this way far stronger than he anticipated.

He didn’t have time to think about it for very long. Not when you were slowly starting to sink down, encasing his cock in your wet hot walls. You throbbed with absolute need, your pussy clamping down on him so tight that he had to stop you in order to pull out and push back in. If Jake wasn’t careful, this would be over before it even began—the tightening in his stomach growing by the second.

“You feel so good,” you gasped, keening when he thrust up into you sharply.

“Yeah?”

Nodding, you gripped onto his shoulders, dropped your full body into his lap and shoving his cock the rest of the way in—nearly shouting as pleasure rocketed up your spine. Sure, you’d fantasized about this. Shit, you even wondered what it would be like to take both men at the same time, but never did you think it would come true.

A grunt echoed behind you and you turned your head to see Bradley stroking his own cock, his eyes focused on the sight of your bare ass and Jake’s cock stretching you open. It didn’t take Jake long to realize what Rooster really wanted to see. He pulled out of you much to your disappointment and turned you in his lap, your legs dangling on either side of his, exposing your dripping pussy to your boyfriend.

“Fuck!” you wailed as Jake slammed himself back into you, his hands tugging the top of your sundress and bra down to bear yourself to both of them.

This was your dirtiest fantasy come to life. Watching your boyfriend thrust into his own hand while his friend fucked himself into your pussy. Every thought in your head was gone, vanished the second Jake began to move.

His cock thrust deeper into you in this position. The head of it striked directly against your g-spot with ease. Incoherent moans spilled from your lips, your hands toying with your own nipples as Jake’s dropped to spread you even more—showing Bradley how you practically dripped down your thighs.

“You look so pretty like that baby,” Bradley grunted, his hips canting up with each stroke of his palm.

“She’s fucking gorgeous,” Jake echoed, a pained groan echoing off the walls when your walls flexed, clamping down around him. “You like that sugar? You like being praised while I fuck you on my cock?”

“Look at her all cockdrunk,” Bradley teased, his pace slowing down to prolong his pleasure. He always liked to finish when you did and even now that never changed.

Jake smiled, biting against the shell of your ear and dropping his fingers to your throbbing clit. You squealed when he immediately began circling it at a fast pace. Your head falling back, eyes shut tight, as the pleasure began to peak in your body. Each thrust bounced you on his cock and you tried to keep up, match his pace, he had a firm grip on your body keeping you in place.

“Don’t get shy now,” Jake rasped. He cupped your jaw, turning your face roughly towards Bradley. “He wants to see you when you cum.”

You gasped, greedily drinking in the sight of your boyfriend’s hand tightening around his cock, his hips snapping up as he chased his pleasure. He wasn’t watching Jake fuck you at this moment. No, he had his eyes solely focused on yours—holding your gaze as one more devastating thrust from Jake sent you over the edge. Crying out you thrashed in his hold, your pussy flooding him with your release as sparks ran up and down your body.

This was your cloud nine, your heaven. After tonight you’d want it as many times as you could have it. This was your addiction and even you knew there was no way you were letting it go without a fight.

Bradley shouted your name, his eyes rolling back and his cum spilling out over his hand while he too reached his peak. All the while you kept your gaze on him, eager to lick his palm clean with your tongue and beg for more. He liked to joke that he had turned you into a depraved soul the second he met you, but even he knew the truth. You were sinful down to your very core the day he spotted you in the bar and you’d bring him down to his knees with only a smile. So sweet he could practically taste it from there.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” Jake growled, snapping his hips up into you and spilling into your pussy—moaning pitifully when your walls milked him for all he had.

Minutes passed by while the both of you caught your breath, gathering enough of yourselves to say something coherent. You were afraid that things would remain awkward after this. That Jake wouldn’t want to interact with either of you once he left your house. But then he laughed. A delirious kind of laugh that was infectious from the very start; that sprouted from his orgasm induced haze and the way his cock was softening inside your pussy.

“I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Jake said, his head falling back on the couch, thumbs rubbing gently into the skin of your hips.

Bradley laughed right along with you two, his cock still out and cum now staining his jeans. “Figures that it’s with my girl.”

“Don’t get jealous, Rooster.”

He smiled, lust still clouding his vision. “No need to worry, Hangman. I enjoyed watching you too.”

Though Jake kept a cool demeanor on his face you felt the way his cock twitched at the thought of his friend getting off to him. He liked it. More than that—Bradley knew he liked it.

“Honey?” You hummed, a dazed smile spreading on your lips. “How are you doing?”

“Good.” Jake’s finger trailed down your cheek, tracing the curve of your lips. “Hungry,” you breathed, seeing the way Bradley’s fingers were still covered in his cum.

“That makes two of us,” he replied. “Come here baby.”

Jake pulled out of you, a mixture of his cum and yours starting to trail down your inner thighs, as you stood on shaky legs. You felt like you would lose your balance at any moment, but Bradley’s hand on your hips kept you upright as you clambered into his lap. Capturing his fingers into your mouth and moaning at the familiar taste of him. His other hand toyed with your oversensitive clit, gathering enough of Jake’s release into his fingers before slipping them into his own mouth.

“What do you think honey? Want to let him try some?”

You nodded, spit trailing down your chin to your throat as Bradley gestured for Jake to come closer. He complied with the obedience and ease of a pilot who’d followed orders before.

If you believed this to be a one time fling before, you didn’t now. Not with the way Jake stared at both of you like you’d fulfilled a wish of his he’d long since held from the very start. A desire that coursed through him and you so deep it nearly broke through your very soul. Eventually morning would come and life would fall back into a natural rhythm, but for tonight you’d indulge in them. You’d take and take and take until they had nothing left to give.

Until they had their fill and got drunk on the taste of you.

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izayoizuki · 2 years

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Mine To Keep Ch. 1

Masterlist // AO3 // The Receipts Universe

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Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Mitchell!Reader

Summary:

As Hangman's translator on a world tour, you and him get along fabulously. Maybe a bit too fabulously. So you decide to get married. Only problem? Oh, there isn't just one... romantic relationships between navy employees are forbidden, both you and Hangman have enough baggage to fill the cargo hold of the titanic, not to mention the whole thing with Hangman and your dad... But men like Jake don't come along too often- in fact, they haven't come along at all, so this relationship is gonna end only when it's pried out of your cold, dead hands.

Aka The one where I play necromancer on Goose and Carole, while having a slowburn friends to lovers with Hangman. (The tags are more detailed on AO3 I swear)

Chapter 1: Cinderella Walks Into A Bar

You sat at the bar nursing a coke, taking in all the revelry around you, letting it divert your thought process. You were your own ride. It was an odd place to be, honestly. Your friends were scattered all over the globe, just a message away, but you couldn't whine to them about this. It reeked of begging to have the smallest violin in the world played for you, but your feelings were your feelings. Your dad was a great dad, in all honesty, maybe a bit too great. Maybe if he hadn't allowed you to have your own thoughts and ideas. Maybe if he hadn't encouraged you to go to the best universities on his dime. Maybe if he himself was less than the excessively accomplished and principled man he was. Maybe if he hadn't always been there for you. Maybe then, it would all be easier. But the if and sos were wishes and horses, and your fight still rang in your ears.

"But I don't want a job in the military, Dad!"

"It would be the Navy!"

"It doesn't matter! I cannot be a part of it! Part of any armed forces!"

"So you're ashamed of your old man? Is that it, sweetheart? Well, we're living in the real world. Look at your age. Do you think you are where you need to be? Or do you think these little jobs of yours, stuck on the internet the whole day, are all that's left of life?"

You hadn't been able to answer him, and even more frustratingly, tears had started pooled in your eyes. So you'd left.

That had been a couple of hours back, judging by the lights. Now the place was crawling with navyfolk, and there was a cheerful buzz around you. A little to your right were the pool tables, and the boys in brown were running games, alongside their mouth.

"Hey, Hangman!" A particularly obnoxious voice called out.

"Yeller, as I live and breathe." The replying voice sounded like lying back on a summer afternoon with a sweating coke bottle to your neck, like the sun setting like molasses in the sky, like a heatwave after the rain.

"You still takin' bets?" Your ears perked up; where was this going?

"Sure, what you have in mind?"

"Take a girl out, tabs on me." You tensed, peripherally you could see that the guy you pegged for Yeller was picking you from the herd. You could not live through this middle school shit again, especially not today.

"Not those kinds of bets, son." Came the laughing reply. You could hear the undercurrent of firmness though, alongside disgust, and you cheered. Maybe bullies could change. But these details apparently sailed right over Yeller's peanut-sized brain.

"C'mon, you're no fun," Yeller wheedled, but Hangman was firm.

"We can do pool, or darts, I'll let you pick, bud."

"Pussy." Yeller moved away having the last word, and you were surprised that no one made a move in the tense atmosphere, fully expecting a brawl. But apparently Yeller's voice was his own worst enemy, because he'd wanted his parting shot loud enough for everyone to overhear. And everyone had. Penny started ringing the bell, and a huge cheer went up.

Someone clapped Yeller on the shoulder. "Thanks, man."

"What the hell?" Yeller demanded, but Penny simply pointed to the board. "Lady, I *am* the navy," he yelled, but Penny just shrugged and gave him an enigmatic smile.

And in all that noise, someone snuck up behind you, snaking their arm around your neck in what would have been a chokehold, had there been any pressure applied. "Heya Squirt!"

You twisted your head around. "Rooster!" You twisted around, throwing an arm around his neck. "When did you get back?"

"Just this afternoon. And I come back to find that the sun's gonna rise from the west tomorrow. You and Unca never fight. What happened?" Rooster had a smile on his face, but his voice was quiet and his eyes concerned.

"I don't know. Kinda don't wanna talk about it just yet."

"You two are a pair, you know that? He was giving my dad just about your answer, word for word?"

"Yeah? And he drowning his frustration in a coke too?"

That got a chuckle out of Rooster. "Nah, him and dad are taking their bikes out, I think. You know what that means, right?" He waggled his eyebrows, and you giggled.

"Yeah, they're gonna come home tomorrow morning with a new story to add to their repertoire."

"Don't you just know it. Speaking of stories- did you notice what a smooth segue that was?- speaking of stories-, you wanna come 'round later tonight and tell me yours? Mom's gonna be making cookies."

"I'll see how I'm feeling," you answered back honestly, and he searched your eyes. Satisfied with what he saw, he slid off his barstool.

"C'mon, I'll introduce you to some friends of mine." He tagged your arm and dragged you over to the piano, taking you over to a group who could have had day jobs as models; they probably appeared on navy brochures. "Folks, this is my sister." He pushed you in front of him. "Trouble, this is Phoenix, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy." Phoenix pulled you in for a hug, Bob and Fanboy shook your hand, and Payback clinked his drink to yours, being further away.

"There's more to our group," Phoenix kept you close to her, waving vaguely with her free hand "Hangman, Omaha, Halo, Fritz, Harvard and Yale." she recited, "They're scattered around, you'll meet 'em sooner or later. More to the point," she focused on Rooster, "you had a sister and you kept her away from me? When you know that it's only Halo and me around here?" Her indignant look put a smile to your face even as you rose to Rooster's defence.

"Well, I haven't been round in a while-" you started, but by this time Rooster had grown bored of the whole conversation and pulled the plug on the jukebox, and grabbing you under the arms in one fluid motion, lifted you up with a very vocal grunt, before depositing you on top of the piano, so that you had to sit criss cross applesauce to avoid setting your feet on the keys.

"Grunting is rude, Brad Brad," you used the nickname he hated as you swatted him on the arm.

"I call 'em as I see 'em" he retorted, before setting his fingers to the keys. You could see him getting into the zone, as he liked to call it, his fingers tinkling the keys. And as always, you goaded him on.

You knew what was coming, the family tradition, reason no. 1 why both your houses had pianos even though they were right next to each other. The Family Tradition, right up there with New Year's and Birthdays.

"Get on with it Brad Brad!" You yelled, and he gave you a wolfish smile before he threw his head back, veins on his neck prominent, fingers launching seamlessly into a pattern, as he howled

"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain!"

"Too much love drives a man insane!" You howled right back.

"You broke my will!" He peeked over his sunglasses at you.

"But what a thrill!" You leaned forward, bawling in his face.

"Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!" He did his broken-voiced yodel, so like his dad, and everyone joined in, yelling the words more than singing them, and from then on it was an all out screamfest. You laughed and sang right along, following Rooster seamlessly into whatever merry song he led everyone, from The Lion Sleeps Tonight to Hunka Burnin’ Love, getting up and even doing a little shuffling dance, till you were nearly hoarse.

It was hours later when you all stopped, even though it was still earlier than expected, and Rooster grabbed you off your perch. "You want a ride?" He asked, still grinning from the high of the impromptu sing-along. "I've got my bronco out."

"Nah, I rode here," you grinned right back at him.

"Your call, but remember, Mom's cookies, ok?" He hauled you in for a quick one armed hug before letting you go and walking out.

"'kay!" You nodded, waving him goodbye before making your way to the till to settle your bill. You leaned against the bar, waiting patiently, when you felt someone lean in behind you.

"Come here often, sweetheart?" It was Sugarpie in August, and you fairly whipped your head around.

And were struck immediately by his looks. Voices didn't always match features, but his did. He was a golden boy, kissed by the gods, and you were going to blame this fact for the sentence you vomited next.

"Thought you weren't into those kindsa bets?"

"Didn't tag you as an eavesdropper, pretty lady."

You snorted a very unpretty and unladylike snort, "It's hardly eavesdropping when you're two feet behind me in a public area."

"Fair enough." His smile was so smooth, oil would be ashamed, and somehow his overt flirting was putting you at ease. The fella was playacting a role.

"Still didn't answer my question." Two could play the game.

"Is it against the law to talk to a pretty lady at a bar?" You both were moving up the line.

"Uh huh, they passed that law last Tuesday," you informed him blithely as you got up to the till. "Hi Penny! Could I settle my tab?"

Penny smiled at you, "Your "tab"," she air-quoted, "of *one* *coke* was on Yeller."

"Thanks Penny!", you leaned over to give her a kiss on her cheek. You moved out of line as Hangman came up to bat, and he was torn between paying up and speaking to you.

"Hey, hang on! Do you have plans?"

"Yup," you popped your "p", "My Godmother's waiting up for me." You started moving to the door. "Night!" you threw back.

"Not good night?"

"Don't know you that well."

"Yet! Don't know me that well yet! Will I see you again?" He called out, but you were too far gone for him to hear any answer. You strapped on your helmet and straddled your bike, allowing yourself one last look in before you sped off.

Which is why you didn't hear or see Hangman as he whispered "Oh, shit."

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Terms Of Endearment // Bradley Bradshaw

Series Masterlist

Summary: They always say when you aren’t looking for love it tends to find you. So when you and your daughter turn up in Fighter Town, Bradley Bradshaw is instantly infatuated. With reluctance to trust and harbouring a bad past, you don’t make it easy for the fighter pilot to love you.

Warnings: Will be allocated to appropriate chapters. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Jake Seresin x Platonic!F!Reader.

~ Terms of Endearment Main Masterlist Link ~

1. Matchmaker // Jake Seresin decides to take your love life into his own hands when an opportune moment falls into his lap.

2. Sunny Side // Rooster picks up your daughter from daycare.

3. Pillow Cases // After looking after your daughter for the afternoon, Rooster questions you about the pile of unwrapped Christmas presents in the closet. Your response? Something he’ll never forget.

4. Branded Father Figures // Bradley stays the night only to join in on a tradition Jake Seresin had been keeping a secret. Learning a few things about your past.

5. Christmas Crisis // Jake spends Christmas with his family and is told an ugly fact. Bradley spends Christmas Eve and morning with you and Dot—enjoying the calm before the storm.

6. The Calm Before The Storm // After Christmas lunch at Penny and Pete’s house, you and Bradley venture home. But don’t make it without a hitch.

7. The Clash // When Jaidyn Dolan moved to town Bradley Bradshaw gears up for the fight of his life. Having your back without question.

8. In Shades Of Terror // Things between you and Bradley and you and Jake reach a boiling point when Jake returns home, he finds himself spilling the beans about how him and Bradley knew about Jaidyn being in town.

9. To Build a Home // You’re finally approved for your own home through staff accommodation. But when you find out who your neighbour is you’re at a loss for words.

10. Biggest Stans // We see just how long Jake Seresin as been your biggest stand for and Bradley asked an all important question. If you’d consider moving in with him.

11. Trifecta // Jaidyn’s on a revenge driven path that’s only just the beginning.

12. Chase That Feeling // An unhinged Jaidyn causes chaos as Jake meets a woman who’s willing to put her front foot forward and Bob plays the hero card.

13. Dammed if you do, Dammed if you don’t // Jaidyn takes the games he playing to a whole knee level while Jake and Bradley do all that they can to get the higher ups involved.

14. Unlikely Savours // Jake and Bradley butt heads over what they need to do when Jake gets a call. Everyone’s racing against the clock, to find you and get to Dot.

15. Bringing in the reinforcements // Bob makes a call to someone he knows will be able to help and Amilia stalls Jaidyn to give Jake enough time to reach Dot.

16. It’s been a long, long day // Jake and Bradley reunite after having gone their separate ways. You need surgery and it’s not a good prognosis.

17. Not So Malice Intentions // When you wake up from surgery to find out Jake wants to keep Dot from seeing you for a first days, all hell breaks loose.

18. Cowboys & Apologists // When you wake up from being heavily sedated to a stranger but familiar man sitting in the corner of your room—you don’t take well to the carbon copy of Bob Floyd

19. It’s Personal // A week passes you by and you’re still in the hospital. You miss your daughters third birthday, Bradley goes in to bat for you against the Secretary of Defense and Jake has a run in with an intruder.

20. Yellow Polkadots // In the aftermath of Jakes unexpected intruder, decisions are made that bring you and your baby girl back together. Bradley struggles with a hard interior design decision & Jaidyn gets comfortable in his finale plot to end your happily ever after.

21. Heaven // (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) Discharged from hospital after suffering severe injuries from a near fatal run in with your ex has you high strung and on edge. For good reason too, you should always trust your instincts because no one around you is safe from the chaos that transpires in our final two part finale.

~~ Complete ~~

Concepts & Blurbs

-> Marked // Jake sees the infamous cattle prod mark your ex left behind.

-> Bobby Bear // Robert Floyd left this world too soon. But does Odette see his ghost when she’s a little girl?

-> Lessons in Love & War // On one of your first shifts back at work after the events of ToE. Odette is plagued with an illness that sends her to the emergency room with a very panicked Bradley Bradshaw.

-> Bath-time // Bath time isn’t always an easy feat when your little girl is afraid of baths. But they do make for some core memories.

-> Tunder Storm Sleep Overs // With a heavily pregnant wife and a toddler afraid of a raging thunderstorm outside. Bradley kicks into his favourite mode. Dad mode.

-> Easter Time // You don’t have an Easter Bunny—you have an Easter Rooster.

-> The sex positive couple // You and Bradley are busy getting it on when your daughter wakes up from hearing noises in the night. Afraid you’re hurt she calls for you.

-> Baby R // Riley Carole Bradshaw makes her big entrance to the world when Jakes in Texas and Bradley isn’t sure if he’s ready to be a dad twice over.

-> The Eternal Mark // When at the Abbott Ranch for thanksgiving, the sound and sight of a cattle prod has you feeling like you’d been thrown back in time into the arms of the man who swore blind he was going to kill you.

-> From Tooster to Rooster // The first time Odette calls Bradley Rooster and not Tooster.

-> Dots Promise Ring // Odette forever keeps the promise ring Rooster gave to her as a child. But one day she throws it away.

-> The not so real dad dad // Young, dumb and oh so impressionable Odette Bradshaw freaks out after the police show up at a house party she snuck out to. Calling her uncle to come get her didn’t go according to plan.

-> Sticks & Stones // The one where Rooster finds out about the time you absolutely let loose on your daughter during her teenage hellion years while he was on an eight week deployment. And the one you find out you weren’t the only one who kept parenting secrets.

-> Dots Pot // Bradley knows his oldest daughter smokes weed on the roof. I’m an attempt to stay hip with the youth he joins in—only to be left a paralytic on the couch. Outsmarted and out numbed.

-> Fruit of my loins // Odette Bradshaw is full of existential dilemmas about who she is and where she fits in. In an attempt to figure herself out, she goes to see the man who never wanted her in the first place.

-> Brother & Sister love // The dynamic between the Bradshaw siblings.

-> Uncle Jakes second wedding. // Jake has a no kids wedding and Odette isn’t too happy about the situation. Giving him one hell of an attitude about it.

-> Jake & Amilia // A glimpse into the fuck around that is Jake Seresins first marriage to a woman called Ellie who would never be Amilia.

-> Dot & Chase - The Dagger babies // Odette Bradshaw isn’t the easiest girl to get along with, and doesn’t Chase Fitch know that. -> Dot & Chase 2.0

-> What does Odette do for a living? What Nicky & What Riley Do for a living. The Bradshaw’s siblings go leaps and bounds in their respective careers. From soccer players to aviators to lawyers.

-> The Commanders Daughter // Odettes TopGun instructors.

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enchanting-eloquence · 2 years

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Competition part 2 (Bradley Bradshaw)

Summary: You and Rooster have been dating for a little while when he invites you to visit him on base. But it’s only part with through your hot reunion that you realise the couple next door had the same idea. Pure. Smut. (Shock!)

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Author notes: Thank you so much for reading! All comments, likes or shares would be massively well received, thank you! This is my first time writing for Rooster so… see what you think? Also, now some part of my sick brain really wants to write a part three, but can’t decide which way that would go. This also hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for any mistakes!

Warnings: Porn with a little plot, minors do not engage there is nothing for you here! Voyeurism, bad language, unprotected sex (be safe kids!), fingering, oral, m/f sex, some degradation. Tell me if I've missed anything.

Part 1 here

Competition part 2

Family day. It seemed like a weird place to be for a guy you’d only been out with a handful of times. But growing up on the island you’d always wanted to see inside the legendary Top Gun, so when Rooster interspersed your regular flirtatious texts with an invitation, who were you to turn it down? But now, as you stood there alone amidst a sea of families and partners making small talk with one another, you felt more than a little out of place.

Until he walked through the door, taller than you remembered, broad shoulders filling out the khaki uniform even better than those Hawaiian shirts he insisted on wearing. You knew the moment he spotted you, his eyes narrowing as they travelled down your body and back up again while he strode purposefully towards you.

He planted a kiss on your cheek and leaned into your ear. “Fuck kitten, did you get hotter?”

His hand came to your waist as he spoke, pulling you in until you felt his warm, tight body press against yours. You bit back a whimper, even as he stepped back and took his place next to you, his fingers beginning to draw teasing circles under the hem of your shirt while you struggled to concentrate.

When the speech was over, he dipped his head to your ear. “What do you say we have a private tour before the day gets started?” You simply nodded, not trusting your voice, and before you knew it, he was leading you by the hand through the crowd of people and down an official looking corridor.

Rooster had always made your time together exciting. But this? Having him drag you at top speed through the base as though getting you alone was a matter of national security? It was enough to have heat gathering between your legs even while you walked.

Reaching a door numbered 22, Rooster pulled you into a sparsely furnished bedroom that smelled strongly of the lime shower gel you knew he favoured. He locked the door behind him and took three steps towards you, licking his lips as he reached out to toy with the buttons on your shirt.

“Thought I’d wear your favourite.” You murmured, your low voice sounding much more confident than you felt.

Brow furrowed in concentration as his deep brown eyes met yours, he drew a finger up your stomach.

“You forgot they’re my favourite because I like to tear the buttons off. Guess I can’t do that today, huh?”

You grinned and pushed him towards the bed. “Definitely not lieutenant Bradshaw, can’t have anyone think I’ve been fucking you in here like some navy slut, can we?”

Rooster bit back a growl and looked down at you with a smirk, porn star moustache dancing on his top lip. “Babe, what I’m planning to do with you they won’t need to think it, they’ll be able to hear it.”

In a second he was on the bed, the wood of it thudding against the wall hard enough to make you giggle. It was only a moment though before he was pulling you into his lap, forcing his thigh between your legs hard enough to elicit a moan. The two of you were a red-hot tangle of fingers and lips, kissing as though it was the only way to breathe and clawing at each other’s shirts and belts in your desperation to touch more bare flesh. Things between you were still new enough that physical contact felt thrilling, and after three weeks of nothing but text sex there was a fire inside you both desperate to be quelled.

Your shirt falling loose, Rooster groaned and reached out to grab your breasts in his big hands, rubbing the calloused skin against your nipples until they began to harden through the fabric of your bra. As his touch deepened, he shifted beneath you, his thigh pressing harder and finding you ready, wet and waiting as you arched your back and moaned.

“Wet for me already kitten?”

You moved your mouth back to his, sinking your teeth into his lower lip as you snuck a hand down to his crotch and into his pants.

“Hard for me already Roos?”

He groaned. “Been hard for you all week babe, thinking of the last time I saw you.”

You grinned at the memory of the first time he’d stayed at your place, and lifted just far enough to tug his thick, hard cock from inside his trousers. “That fucking desperate for me huh?”

Never taking your eyes from his, you stood, removing your own pants and underwear completely before moving back down again. Staring steadily at him, you brought one finger to his tip, swiping away the drop of pre-cum that had already begun to form there before bringing it up to your mouth and sucking deeply.

“And so dirty for me.” He whispered, as you lifted yourself higher on your legs and stared questioningly into his eyes.

Rooster nodded, and gripped your hips, pulling you forward until your entrance was positioned right above his tip. He stared down at his own cock as your hand moved steadily up and down it. “I’m ready when you are babe.”

With a deep breath you lowered yourself down on him, taking it slowly as you allowed him to stretch out your your pussy. His fingers tightened, but he didn’t force, only allowed you to keep moving slowly - painfully slowly - and then pause for a moment once he was balls deep within you.

After a second, you fisted your hand in his short brown curls and pulled his face to yours, kissing him as you began to bounce on his cock.

Rooster gasped and thrust back up to meet you with every bounce, your tongues dancing together as he ground into the deepest and most sensitive parts of you, making you clench around him.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, arching his back away from you to deepen the angle as the two of you continued to move together in a heady mix of whispered curses and squeaking bedsprings.

“So tight,” he hissed, nails digging into your thighs. “So fucking tight for me.”

“Been waiting for you Rooster, waiting for you to get back and fill me up.”

He groaned softly and let out a gentle laugh. “That’s gonna happen far too soon if you don’t stop kitten. Let me make you feel good huh?”

Before you could respond he’d lifted you and flipped you onto your back, pressing his hand between your legs as he began to kiss your neck. You murmured softly, only to jolt when you heard a female voice respond.

Rooster obviously heard it too. His face lifting up to stare at the wall beside you as the voice became louder.

“Jake. So good. Fuck.”

“What the fuck?” You asked quietly.

In response he only chuckled. “I’d say Hangman’s having a reunion of his own…”

Next door, the woman screamed and your eyes widened. “Sounds like their reunion’s going very well.”

“Oh and ours isn’t?” Rooster asked, a laugh dancing in his eyes.

You shrugged. “All I’m saying is that you haven’t made me scream like that?”

This time it was his teeth that came to your throat, scraping down the soft skin there and following the trail of his fingers as they came down to twist one nipple hard enough make you hiss. You felt the pleasure begin to swell in your core and found yourself shuddering as he pulled away to blow cold air on your hot, hard peaks, while moving two fingers down to push your panties aside. He gazed down at your uncovered pussy and hummed.

“Oh kitten, such a wet, sticky pussy for me. Does she want to be touched?”

You nodded mutely, your breath coming in rapid pants as his mouth made its way down your front, the rough line of hair above his top lip scratching deliciously as he kissed over his belly, distracting you for just a second from the sensation of his broad fingers as they circled your cunt again and again. The pleasure tightened in your stomach, a rubber band that seemed to need only the slightest flick before it would snap.

“Inside. Please.”

You felt him smirk against your stomach as he moved just the pads of two fingers inside you, allowing them to dance around the sensitive skin just inside your opening. It was almost enough. Shamefully just the touch of his fingers upon you, of his mouth against you was almost enough. But still, you needed more.

“Rooster deeper, I need it.”

And with that he answered, plunging two fingers deep inside you and curling them until he elicited a loud whine from you as your hips rose off the bed. His fingers were merciless, crashing against the most sensitive spot within you over and over again at you whimpered, hot wetness flooding into you as your pleasure began to overtake you.

But just as you reached the edge he pulled back, retreating until his fingertips were the only contact you had, and fixing those eyes sternly on you.

“If you’re gonna come on my fingers, you can call me by my name.” He smirked. “And loud enough that they know how good I’m doing it kitten.”

Your breath shook as you raised your voice, pulse racing against your chest. “Bradley. Now. Please.”

This time there was no pause, no question. Only his fingers so deep in you that you whined out loud, and the white-hot explosion of your pleasure that had you seeing stars behind your eyelids as you gushed all over his palm.

“Fuck y/n, I’d forgotten how hot that was,” he murmured, continuing to finger fuck you through the tail end of your orgasm before moving his mouth between your legs to suck the juices from your pussy lips while you whimpered. When he was good and done he crawled back up the bed and held two wet fingers to your lips.

“Gonna clean yourself up kitten?” You took his fingers greedily into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and sucking them right down to the back of your throat as you began to bob your head back and forth. Laughing breathily, Bradley pulled them back and positioned himself between your legs. “Don’t get me too excited, I need another round on this pussy before you start using that dirty mouth on me.”

As he slid inside you, there was a thud against the wall next door, followed by another and a third, picking up a slow, steady rhythm. You looked to Bradley’s face, firmly expecting him to be angry, but instead his tongue was tracing along his upper lip as he leaned down and pushed himself into your now gaping wet hole slowly.

Through the wall, you heard a female voice clearly demand, “Fuck. Me.” It was followed by loud thuds, faster and firmer than they had been before, and you couldn’t help but notice that Bradley’s thrusts had sped up too… You gripped his arms and pushed him back slightly, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you fucking me in time with them?”

Next door, you heard a scream, and felt him twitch within you as you chuckled lowly.

“Oh Rooster,” you murmured. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? Hearing them fuck right through the wall from us?” You moved your hips gently and felt him shudder.

He scoffed lightly, but as the hum of voices sounded again, you saw his cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. “Who knew you liked to listen so much, huh?” You flicked a tongue over his ear. “Or is it just because it’s them? Do you like listening to them….” You circled your hips and he drew a sharp intake of breath. “Wanting to know if you’re better in bed? Is that it?”

The grin that broke across Bradley’s face was slow but broad, lifting the corner of his eyes and making the long scar on his cheek dance.

“Oh I was right!” You murmured. “You want to know you’re a better lay than Hangman.” You pressed your hands against his chest and rolled as he allowed you to pin you in place.

“Maybe you do need to hook up with some navy slut huh? Someone who can let you compare?”

He watched you hungrily as you began to crawl down his body, pressing your soaking heat against him in to leave a wet trail until you were face-to-face with his thick, dripping length. You kept your eyes on his as you gripped his cock, biting your lower lip while you stroked once, twice, three times.

“I can’t compare,” you told him, licking your lips. “But I can show you just how good you make me feel; make you feel that good too.”

Rooster threw back his head and groaned loudly, spurring you on to sink your lips over his shaft.

You took him all the way in until his head hit the back of your throat and you swallowed, all too conscious of the extra pressure it would put on his already twitching member. With a stretch and a poor gag reflex you could fit the whole of him down your throat, leaving your nose nestled against the trimmed patch of dark curls at his base, but God the man was thick, thick enough that your jaw was already aching from stretching to fit around him, aching all the more as you began to bob your head back and forth while tonguing at the underside of his dick in your mouth.

He shook his head as he looked down at you, a stream of whispered obscenities springing from his lips while you gazed up at him, doe eyed even as you continued to swallow his cock, saliva running down your chin.

After a couple of minutes,you could take it no longer and pulled back, taking his dick in your hand as you pulled it from your lips, licking up the trail of saliva and pre-cum that stretched between you.

“Like it honey? When I swallow your dick like that does it distract you from listening to them fuck?”

Bradley’s eyes narrowed and he pulled your hair into a messy ponytail, before moving your head back towards his dick. Before getting back to the blow job though you grinned.

“Or maybe you just want my mouth busy enough that I won’t talk over them? Busy enough that you can hear them fucking nice and clear while I get you off?”

It was all he needed, gripping his cock and pushing your mouth onto it as you whined.

“Suck me,” he whispered, his voice picking up volume as you continued. “That’s it, you dirty, dirty girl.”

In a matter of seconds his eyes were practically rolling back in his head. Taking that as a good sign, you doubled your efforts, only to feel a hand grip your hair and pull you upwards.

“Too much,” he muttered, jaw set and eyes dark. “Need to be in you.”

Climbing to his knees, Bradley pulled you up with him and crushed his lips against his at the same moment he brought the knuckle of one finger to your clit. As you began to whimper, you heard the thuds resume through the wall and saw him pull away - eyebrow raised.

“Want to listen honey?” You asked.

“Fuck no,” he rasped, pushing you back against the offending wall and shifting against you, one knee remaining on the bed and the other bent for leverage. “Want them to hear.”

He dragged your legs around his waist and pulled one of your arms around his neck, pushing himself into you at the perfect angle while you clung on desperately and tried to move against him.

“Can’t move.” You murmured.

But he only grinned that slow, cocky smile and returned his rough knuckle to your clit as he fucked you in ways you’d never known you needed.

Your head knocked against the wall at the same pace as the bed, a quick pain each time. But the pleasure everywhere else in your body was too much to even think of complaining. You were entirely at his mercy, clinging on for balance with three limbs while the fourth rubbed frantically at your clit in a desperate bid for release, control, more pleasure - you had no idea. All you knew was him, fucking into you with slow, hard thrusts that made your insides quiver and clench around him. You flicked out your tongue to lick his lips and he grinned again, opening his mouth to allow your tongue access, but barely kissing you back - only panting your name as he fucked deeper and deeper into you.

You felt his hips stutter and he slowed for a moment. “Want me to pull out or are we good?”

“Fuck no, we’re good.”

With that he began to kiss you - a fiery mess of tongue as those dark brown eyes fixed on yours and you felt him fuck faster and faster into you, the bed springs screaming for relief but doing little to drown out the filthy noises from your pussy.

“Rooster,” you panted, the tension within you unbearable.

“Say it louder kitten, want them to hear you.”

It was too much, way good much. And you found yourself calling his name like a prayer as you fell apart, heard his moan in reply as he twitched and spurted within you, then groaned softly as his spent, sweaty body fell against yours.

You barely registered the thuds from the room next door. And by the time you heard a distinctly male shout followed by a scream, Bradley was already kissing you again, lifting you into his arms to lay you down on the bed and mate his mouth to yours as you both came back to Earth.

“Well,” you murmured a few minutes later, your head pillowed sleepily on his chest. “Guess the whole base will think I’m just another navy slut now, huh?”

He stroked a hand down your hair and chuckled softly. “I can’t promise they won’t know exactly what we were doing in here. But that doesn’t mean they’ll think you’re a navy slut.”

You lifted your head and raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh come on, what else will they think? I bet you’ve brought stacks of girls in here over the years.”

Bradley held up his free hand, blushing slightly as I spoke. “You would be the first. Until you showed up wearing that damned shirt I was planning a nice romantic day - introduce you to everyone, maybe even introduce you as my girlfriend.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Oh is that right?”

He planted a chaste kiss on your forehead, blushing like a schoolboy. “Would it have been ok if it was?”

With a cheeky grin you snuggled back down into his chest. “How can I say no to the best lay in Top Gun?”

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Waiting for Someone

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd, f!reader

Word Count: 1211

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Bar, Drinking, Unwanted Flirting

Note: Thank you to @srry-itshockeyszn for the great request! And thank you to @loverhymeswith for beta reading for me!NO plot-related spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick

Top Gun Masterlist

You knew the second you entered The Hard Deck that this had been a mistake. Being this close to the airbase, it wasn’t surprising that for every three people in the room, two of them were in uniform. And you had had enough experience with these kinds of places to know nothing good came of hanging around one by yourself. However, you were here for a reason, so after quickly smoothing out your sundress, you hurried over to the bar.

Taking a seat on one of the stools, you ordered a beer from the kind bartender who gave you a sweet smile as she handed it to you. But just as you raised the bottle to your lips, someone leaned heavily against the bar top next to you. Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you saw a handsome blond man with an arrogant smile staring back at you and you internally groaned. While you had expected this, it would have been nice if you had been able to at least take a single sip of your drink first.

The man slid a little closer as he asked, “So, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?”

You softly sighed as you said, “I’m sorry, I’m not alone. I’m waiting for someone.”

“Well, you’re in luck! You don’t have to wait anymore because I’m here now.” As he leaned in even closer, you could see a small crowd of pilots over his shoulder watching his every move.

You rolled your eyes and took a small sip from your beer. You knew this had been a bad idea, but you had wanted your visit to be a surprise. You should have just called ahead and let him know you were coming. Or asked him to meet you somewhere else. But it was too late now.

Trying to keep your tone as polite as possible, you said, “I see that. And in case you didn’t understand by my tone the first time, I wish you wouldn’t be.”

You heard the pilots behind the man snickering at your response and there was one jeer of “Hangman’s left hangin’!”. The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his jaw clenched before he pushed himself off the bar and walked back over to the pool table.

Relieved he was gone, you finally thought you were going to get some peace and quiet when another man with a loud Hawaiian shirt and a mustache sat down next to you. “Sorry about him. He’s a jackass. But I liked how you handled yourself. That was quite the brushoff.” The man stuck out his hand. “The name’s Rooster.”

Politely, you gave his hand a quick shake before turning back to your drink. But you could still feel his eyes on you. With a sigh, you turned back to face him. “Rooster, is it? I’m sorry, but I really am waiting for someone.”

“Oh… I just thought….” The man shook his head before smiling. “Well, no problem! What’s his name? Maybe I know him and can help you find him.”

“Sweetheart?”

The voice instantly perked you up as you turned to see your boyfriend standing just behind you with another woman at his side. Hopping off the stool you rushed over and threw yourself into his arms with a squeal of delight. He stumbled back a step, but his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his head rested against yours.

After a moment, you pulled away to take a good look at him. You were relieved to see that even after all of his dangerous training he still looked just like he did when he had to leave you a few weeks ago. Same hair combed perfectly to the side, same blue eyes slightly magnified by the same wireframes, same adorable little smile that sent your heart fluttering. He was still your same Bob.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re here!” Bob said joyously, but then his tone turned more confused as he asked, “Actually, what are you doing here?”

Before you could answer, the woman next to him politely cleared her voice and gave the two of you a questioning look. Bob started as he realized the situation, “Oh, sorry! Phoenix, this is my girlfriend. Sweetheart, this is Phoenix. She’s my pilot.”

“Of course! Bobby’s told me all about you!” You quickly pulled the other woman into a hug which she returned after a moment of shock.

“Oh! Um, hi! Bobby actually never mentioned you.”

You pulled away and turned to your man. “That’s not surprising. He told me he doesn’t like to talk about his personal life with you guys, and I usually respect that. But I had a few days off of work while they redo the office and I jumped at the chance to come and see him.” You held out your hand and he instantly took it. “I hope that’s alright?”

Bob smiled at you. “Of course, sweetheart. I was just surprised, that's all. But I’ve missed you so much!” He pulled you in close and you wrapped your arms around his neck before placing a big kiss on his lips.

“Wait…. So, Bob is who you were waiting for?” Rooster asked slowly, clearly not believing what he was seeing.

You nodded, as your head still rested on his shoulder and a wide grin spread across your face. “Yep! So, I guess you two do know each other!”

Bob looked down at you in confusion. “Yeah, we do. But how do you two know each other?”

“Oh, Rooster here was just offering to help me find you. Don’t worry, he was being sweet about it.” You offered Rooster a small wink and he gave you a smile in return.

“Oh, uh, thanks for the help then, Rooster,” Bob said.

“No problem. Quite the gal you got there, Bob.” Rooster said, tipping his beer towards you.

Bob stared at you, his face practically glowing with love. “Don’t I know it.”

You bit your lip as you ducked your head, and your cheeks grew warm. But then as you peeked up at him from under your lashes, you asked, “So, do you have plans tonight or could we go do something by ourselves?” You leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “I booked a big hotel room just for the two of us if you can come over.”

Bob’s eyes grew wide behind his wireframes. “No- I mean, yep, yep, yes. That sounds like a great idea.” He glanced at Phoenix. “Uh, you think it’s okay if I take off for the night?”

The other woman smiled as she shook her head, still slightly in shock. “Go for it! Have a good night you two.”

You smiled and waved at Bob’s friends. But then, from across the room at the pool table, you noticed the first man who approached you, Hangman you thought they called him, staring at you and Bob with his mouth hung open in disbelief. You wiggled your fingers playfully in his direction before linking your arm with Bob’s and leaning into his side. And as the two of you hurried out of the bar, you were glad you decided to surprise him after all.

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Be My Escape

Past asshole boyfriend Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

Future Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!reader

Part 2/3

Catch up on part 1 here

Part 3

Masterlist

The following day, your parents drove you and your things the whole way to your new school, The University of Virginia. You were thankful that, that had always been the plan so you could secretly cry the whole way in the backseat. Even though you were the one to breakup with Jake, you knew that it was harder on you. It was always going to be. You had real feelings for him, you doubt he paid you much mind at all. Clearly didn’t think well enough of you to not cheat on you and lie to you.

Your cousin met you at your summer dorm and helped you and your parents move your things in. Your parents couldn’t take any time off from work so they had to leave almost as soon as you were unpacked but they wouldn’t miss taking their baby girl to college for anything so they did what they would. They knew you’d be in good hands with Russel. Your mom was practically sick with worry to leave you, but Russ assured her that he would take good care of his “baby sister”. His friends would too. Nothing like what happened in high school would happen in college. He’d make sure of it.

As soon as your parents left, Russ made you pack an overnight bag so he could take you to his apartment. He said there was no way he could leave you alone in your dorm to wallow. He wasn’t about to let you cry alone in the dark over some asshole that he really wants to kick the shit out of.

Russ told you he warned his roommate that he was bringing his favorite cousin home to the apartment and apparently let on that you had just had a very bad breakup and might be in a less than fun mindset. That made you roll your eyes. Just what you wanted. Someone to feel bad for you.

When you arrived at the apartment, his roommate was nowhere to be found. He left Russ a note on the coffee table saying that he cleaned his bedroom, including his bedding, for you to stay in and that there was ice cream in the freezer for you and a box of popcorn on the counter for all the sad movies you might want to watch per breakup tradition.

You gave Russ a questing look before he shrugged at you.

“That’s just the way he is. He’s my best friend but he would have done that sort of thing for anyone. He hates it when people are upset,” Russ explained and you nodded.

“Please thank him for me,” you said as Russ walked you into his roommate’s room. True to their word the bedroom looked immaculate. Nothing on the floor. The dresser was tidy. The bed was made. It even smelled clean.

“Do you want to rest or anything or should I get some pizza?” Russ asked as he leaned against the door frame and pulled out his phone.

You shrugged, “Maybe order the pizza and I’ll lay down until it gets here?”

Russ nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

You let out a big breath. Well. Here you were. Stayed away from everything you knew.

A couple of your friends had texted you this morning about what Jake got up to the night before but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to waste any more mental energy on him. He made his feelings quite clear.

Plus you’re sure you can find someone much better here to date, though the bar is so low that almost anyone would be better than Jake.

You shook your head a little to get rid of your thoughts. No more Jake. He doesn’t exist anymore.

You decided to quietly snoop through Russ’s roommate’s things. Not opening drawers or anything, that would be an invasion of privacy, just looking at the things around the room.

A few pictures were on the dresser. One of two men with their arms wrapped around each other, one lighter haired man with a mustache and one darker haired man who was much shorter than the other man. Another picture of the same mustached man with a little blonde boy both of them grinning from ear to ear at the camera. A third picture was of a curly haired boy with a blonde woman, both scrunching their noses at each other.

A few text books and a notebook laid out on the desk. Nothing too interesting.

You sat down in the desk chair and rip out a blank piece of paper. You might as well thank Russ’s roommate yourself.

You write:

“Dear Russel’s Roommate,

Thank you very much for everything you did for me. You are incredibly sweet and I really appreciate it all.

- Y/N”

Past that first night you spent a fair amount of time at Russell’s apartment. His roommate always seemed to be gone. Either working or in class or at another friend’s house.

Russ explained that his roommate didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable here. He wanted to make sure this was a safe space for you. If you planned on staying over there was always clean sheets on the nicely made bed. And ever since you started with it, there was always a note to you. If you weren’t staying over it would be on the coffee table with your name on it.

You tried to tell him that he could hang out with you guys too but he never said anything about it in his notes to you. Oftentimes the notes would be a corny joke or two. Sometimes they would just say that he hoped you had a wonderful day because you deserved to.

All summer it was like that.

When the new semester hit you were much busier than you had been in the summer. You took more classes. You got involved. You made friends. The time you spent at Russ’s apartment was less and less. Russ would always make sure to see you at least once a week but as strange as it seemed you missed his roommate despite never actually meeting him.

You decided the next time you went over to leave your number for him. A big step in your kinda sorta friendship.

So that Thursday when you went over that’s exactly what you did. You left your number.

When you were back in your dorm that night, slightly feeling a little anxious about the whole ordeal despite your roommate telling you it wasn’t that big of a deal, you got a text from a number you didn’t know.

It said, “what happens when you get soap in your mouth when you’re singing in the shower?”

You responded with, “Umm I don’t know.”

“It becomes a soap opera!”

And from that day forward you received some sort of terrible joke daily.

“I don’t know what the best thing about Switzerland is but the flag is a big plus.”

“I don’t trust those trees on campus. They seem shady.”

“I know a joke about chemistry but I don’t think it’ll get a reaction.”

By October you still hadn’t met Russ’s roommate but you did talk to him a lot. Outside of his daily jokes he always tries to check in with you to see how you’re doing, how classes are going, if you need anything.

You were with Jake for two years and he never did this kind of stuff and you barely knew this guy.

When Halloween weekend arrived, your own roommate decided to drag you to a party. You both decided it would be fun to dress up as tourists complete with Hawaiian shirts, leis, and fanny packs.

When you told Russ what you were dressing up as he laughed really hard. You weren’t sure why. Yeah your costume was funny but it definitely wasn’t THAT funny.

This was your first bigger college party. It was at one of the fraternity houses that your roommate’s boyfriend was in.

Being the shy kid in high school you hadn’t gone to too many parties, not that Jake would take you to them anyway, but you were having fun at this one. Your roommate and you both drank a couple drinks and mostly just spectated together. You two watched all the drunken shenanigans together until eventually she was whisked away by her boyfriend. She made you promise though not to leave the house without her, her boyfriend already had told you both he would be walking you both back, though you’re pretty sure your roommate would just be stopping by the dorm to grab some things before heading back out with him. You appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

Even without your spectating buddy you continued watching everything that was going on while sipping on a drink.

It didn’t take too long before someone sidled up to you.

“Hey look! We match!” A voice said from beside you.

You look and lo and behold the man next to you was wearing a very similar Hawaiian shirt along with a pink tutu. He was taller than you. Light brown curly hair. Cute boyish smile. Vaguely familiar mustache that you can’t quite figure out why it’s familiar to you.

“Ave Ventura?” You asked while gesturing to the tutu.

He chuckled and nodded, “You win a gold star. Pretty sure only one other person guessed my costume right.”

“Clearly these partygoers have poor taste,” you said with a giggle.

He nodded, “Agreed. Uncultured swine. All of them.”

“Maybe not that far…”

“You sure? I watched someone chug a beer, throw up, and then went back to chugging beer,” he said pointedly.

“I don’t think today is a good day to base opinions on people. Pretty much everyone is running around like a hooligan,” you said as you gestured to the party.

He chuckled and nodded, “You’re right. However, there are at least two non-hooligans. What’s that say about us?”

You shrugged, “I’m not sure.”

“I am. We’re clearly in the right and making sound decisions with our lives.”

“You sure? I’m drinking underage,” you said as you sipped your drink.

“Yeah you and everyone else. Plus, my uncle snuck me beers as soon as I turned 16 as long as I didn’t let my mom know.”

“For shame!” You said with a laugh.

He shrugged and laughed, “She probably knew. Not much got past her. I never got away with anything.”

“I never really tried to get away with anything. I was perfectly content doing what I was supposed to.”

He smiled, “Nothing wrong with that. Rebellion isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. I’m a rule follower. Now more so than then.”

You nodded, “It’s easier that way.”

“Agreed,” he said then turned a little bit more towards you and held out his hand. “Bradley Bradshaw. I don’t think we’ve ever met.”

You look him up and down and grinned, “Not officially but I’ve been in your bed a time or two.”

He blushed and scratched the back of his head, “I’m really sorry. I really don’t do that often. I don’t remember you and I do apologize. I haven’t done that in a long, long while.”

You shook you head and laughed, “Not like that. Maybe this will help. I used to be addicted to soap but I’m clean now.”

You watched as Bradley’s face broke out into a grin, “I should have known it was you.”

You smiled back at him, “Oh? And how should you have known?”

Bradley shrugged, “You and Russ look kinda similar but also this was the first conversation all night I enjoyed and the only other person I’ve recently been loving conversations with is this one girl who keeps sleeping in my bed.”

“That sounds mildly inconvenient for you. Her sleeping in your bed.”

He shook his head, “Can’t say that I mind it one bit. After she sleeps in my bed, my pillow always smells like her. I mean that in the least creepy way possible. It just smells really good and I like it a lot.”

You blushed and laughed, “Well, that’s a new one. Can’t say anyone’s ever told me they liked when I sleep in their bed because I smell good.”

Bradley shrugged, “They’re missing out. And they’ll continue to miss out. If you sleep in someone else’s bed I’ll pout.”

“I wouldn’t want to make you sad,” you said with a giggle.

“Glad we’re in agreement. Only my bed. And your bed. But maybe I could take you out and eventually lay in that bed together. For sleeping. Not for other things. Unless you wanted to do other things. And were completely comfortable doing those things. With me. I would never push you for things you weren’t comfortable with. I’m not like that at all. And I would never treat you like however your asshole ex did. Russ didn’t tell me. Just told me that if he ever set foot on campus we had to beat him up. Should I have told you that? I don’t think so. Oh God. I’ve fucked this up. Shit. I’m sorry.”

You laughed and put a hand on his arm, “Relax. I would love to go out with you sometime. And then we’ll see what happens down the line. And if my ex sets foot on campus you can beat him up. I’m 100% okay with that.”

Bradley took a deep breath letting it out slowly, “Okay. Great. I’m very excited. Not for the beating up thing. Wait. Yes I am. I would be very excited for that. If he didn’t treat you right then it’s my duty to beat him up. Protect your honor and what not. Unless you didn’t want me to protect your honor and you wanted to do it. Then I would support you. I really need to stop talking. I just don’t think I can. This is the most nervous I’ve been around a girl in a long time. Since like puberty. And that was a while ago. Stop talking, Bradley.”

You laughed, “You’re cute. You don’t have to stop talking.”

He blushed, “I don’t? I’ll talk forever if that’s what you’d like.”

“Sounds good, Bradley,” you said with a smile and reached up and kissed his cheek.

“Do you think I could walk you home later? I’d like to make sure you’re safe and sound. Never know what’s lurking about on Halloween.”

“I would love that.”

Part 3

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