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in1-nutshell · 5 months

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How would the tfp cons react to finding a pod fill with small and squishy sparklings (I headcannon sparkling looking like mashbellows blobs untold they grow giant size)

Love the concept of little bean sparklings!

Hope you enjoy the Cons reactions to the little beans.

TFP Cons reacting to finding a bunch of sparklings in a pod

For the sake of the story, the pod full of the beans conveniently landed on the Nemisis flight deck one night. A couple Vechicons had retrieved the pod at the orders of Megatron. He is fully expecting a magical relic of the past or some more Dark Energon… not a bunch of sparklings inside the pod.

Megatron

Oh, this is not what he is expecting… not at all.

“What in the Pit is this?!”--Megatron

“Those are sparklings my liege.”Starscream

“I know what they are!”—Megatron

His honest reaction would greatly depend whether or not he is on that space coke, I mean Dark Energon.

If he was on Dark Energon, the chances of all the sparklings surviving their first night would be slim to none. Not caring if they even survived. The only chance the sparklings would have of surviving is if the grace of one of the higher officials decided to keep them. Sadly, few would truly be up to the challenge.

If he isn’t on Dark energon, then he would be a bit concerned in why the sparklings are in the pod. But it is war after all and sadly this isn’t too out of the ordinary.

He would assign different Vehicon’s to different beans and have them all sent to Knockout and Breakdown for a checkup. He might think at first that this could be a waste of resources. But after a few days of seeing his troops with the sparklings, Megatron sees a boost in morality and a strange sense of hope in the ship. Hope that caused the movement in the first place. Hope that didn’t seem to come by so often on the ship.

He has ‘stolen’ a bean from time to time. Not even the Mighty Megatron can bend to the power of The Bean Eyes.

“Lord Megatron! I’ve been looking—what are you...?”--Starscream

Megatron mid cooing at a laughing bean.

“… You saw nothing Starscream.”--Megatron

“Understandable my liege. I will be taking my leave.”-- Starscream

Starscream

He is concerned about the sparklings, not that he shows it outwards though. Starscream had plans before the sparklings came along. He was on his way to try and overthrow Megatron and now he must do sparkling duties. The universe must be playing some cosmic joke on him.

“Pitiful thing. You probably don’t even know the first thing about being a Decepticon.”--Starscream

Giggling bean noises

“…Well, I suppose I could teach you. Yes, then you will pledge your loyalty to me!”--Starscream

“Starscream who are you talking to?”--Knockout

“None of your business Knockout!”—Starscream

As Second in Command he helps oversee the sparklings needs overall. As in the statis of their health, possible predictions for vehicle mode, who is their favorite Decepticon on aboard the Nemesis...

Like Megatron, Starscream has taken a habit of ‘stealing’ a Sparkling or two. Except when he has the beans, he tries to instill some sort of loyalty in preparation for his reign as Leader of the Decepticons. Which doesn’t seem to work well on Starscream’s part.

“Now repeat after me. Hail Lord Starscream.”--Starscream

Laughing Bean noises.

“Wow not even they take you seriously.”—Knockout

Soundwave

*Adoption papers processing*

While he also oversees the sparklings as Third in Command, Soundwave knows how to take care of others. He has been known for stealing the most sparklings out of the entire Nemesis.

“Soundwave do you have the reports taken—”--Megatron

Soundwave carrying five beans in his tentacles and two in each servo.

“…”--Soundwave

“… I’ll come back later then. Carry on.”—Megatron

He often plays funny little noises to make the beans laugh. Most likely the first on board to get attached to them. When he misses some of the beans, he will deploy Lazerbeak to go see if they are okay in their caregivers’ arms. Primus help the poor soul who decides to be mean or hurt the Sparkling. That is a one-way ticket to the moon.

“Soundwave! Respond! As Second in Command of the Decepticon army I order you—”

Recorded giggles plays

“… I give up.”--Starscream

Knockout and Breakdown

Oh… oh…

Why? Out of all the places on this planet, did that pod have to land on the Nemesis?! The ship isn’t exactly known for being a welcoming place, much less for sparklings. It’s not that the pair hate the sparklings, on the contrary.

The love seeing a bit of Cybertron untainted by the war. But now they have come into the war whether they liked to or not. Knock out while prides his finish, will put it aside while dealing with the multitude of messy sparklings.

“Hey no! Put that down! No! No! How did you even get up there!?”—Knockout

“Lighten up a bit Knockout. They’re just fine.”--Breakdown

“…There’s one about to fall off your servo.”--Knockout

“Ah!”--Breakdown

Breakdown has no problem getting dirty for the sparklings, hut is extremely anxious around them. He could accidentally crush them! He really doesn’t want that.

They don’t part take in the ‘stealing’ of sparklings, as they regularly come and go in the medbay. The pair both genuinely care for the sparklings and are a bit protective, especially if they come in hurt.

“Oh, Primus what happened to them?!”--Knockout

“I don’t know. I accidentally bumped into them—”--Starscream

“You bumped into them!”—Breakdown

Dreadwing

Oh, he loves these beans.

He is one of the few Decepticons with some kindness left and is not going to let bots like Starscream take advantage of them.

“I will be taking them today.”--Dreadwing

“It is my shift to look after—”--Starscream

“Consider this me taking your shift then Starscream.”—Dreadwing

He loves his time with the sparklings. He does a descent job in taking care of them. Makes sure all under his care are well and takes regular trips to the Medbay if something doesn’t seem right.

Besides Soundwave, probably the second in the ‘stealing’ sport. He tells stories to the little ones of life before the war and how the war would be over soon so they could all go home together.

“We are missing 5 of them.”--Breakdown

“Have you checked with Dreadwing.”--Knockout

“Not yet.”--Breakdown

“He probably has the rest.”—Knockout

Shockwave

He doesn’t do much with the beans.

Probably didn’t even know they were around until Soundwave came to the lab with some in his servos.

“…”--Soundwave

“… Explanation.”—Shockwave

Won’t interact with the sparklings much, not even if he has duty with them. Shockwave most likely built a crib to contain the little beans.

Does not partake in the ‘stealing’ of the sparklings.

It is illogical.

Predaking

What is this bean? Why is it so small?

He is confused at first seeing the sparklings, but once educated about the basics, he is ready. Does not matter if he is in his bi-pede mode or not, he is making sure all these beans are protected with his huge limbs.

Does not let them anywhere near Starscream.

“I order you to hand over the Sparklings beast!”--Starscream

“Did you hear something my tiny warrior? It sounded like a little pest.”--Predaking

“How. Dare—”--Starscream

Starscream is now shrieking trying to avoid the flames of Predaking.

He also plays and ‘steals’ them away. He is close ranking to Dreadwing on how often they get stolen.

“We are missing 7 of them!”--Dreadwing

“Where could they—”--Knockout

“Found them.”--Breakdown

Predaking napping in his dragon form cuddling a bunch of beans.

Soundwave snaps a picture that no one knows about.

Arachnid

Okay even if Megatron was on Dark energon, there is no way this Spider is going anywhere near the sparklings.

Point blank. She will not go anywhere near them.

#transformers x reader #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp megatron #tfp starscream #tfp soundwave #tfp knockout #tfp breakdown #tfp dreadwing #tfp shockwave #tfp predaking #tfp arachnid #maccadam

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moodymisty · 5 months

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Could I request maybe something to do with Starscream and jealousy? Your writing is SCRUMPTIOUS and ooouuhh yk it’s such a good color on him <3

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: First Transformers post on the blog! I was considering keeping it all on ao3 but if people want to request some, who am I to stop them. Anyways, Starscream is a jealous knob and I love him for it. I hope you enjoy this, it's in Screamer's pov so if that's not what you wanted, feel free to send in another request.

Summary: You accidentally fall asleep inside of Knockout's altmode, and Starscream gets jealous.

Relationships: (TFP)Starscream/Fem!Reader

Warnings: You are a friend of the Autobots captured as a potential bargaining chip, Starscream has a crush but he's also a fucking moron, Jealousy, References to Shockwave's horrific science 'experiments' from the books and other media

Word Count: 1357

The human is missing.

Starscream paces the halls of the Nemesis searching for the only organic that's stepped foot in the massive ship, and keeps coming up empty on each pass. He feels like he's scoured the place seven times over, each one more infuriating than the last.

On this latest one- conveniently avoiding Soundwave halfway through- he notices a distinct lack of a certain bright red mech when he returns to the medbay for the third time, standing in the middle of the massive room and looking around. His wings rise and lower with his shoulders, barely containing his irritation.

It's in this silent, boiling contemplation that Starscream decides to take the hit to his pride and comm the medic. Hopefully he's gotten sight of you, and that can take this annoying weight off of Starscream's chest. Other than himself, he's the only other Decepticon that has had responsibility over you; As Starscream has left you in his watch multiple times.

He's put a lot of effort into catching you and keeping you alive as of yet, the last thing he needs is to find you trapped somewhere or being prodded by a morbidly curious Vehicon.

Though once he gets his servos back on you, you're going into the cage he threatened to put you in. He thought being nice might loosen your lips a bit, but that hasn't been the case. He still has yet to get any information as of yet from you; At least nothing of worth.

Thankfully Knockout answers his comm quickly, and the seeker instantly starts blowing the medic's audials to Cybertron and back.

"Knockout! The human is-" The medic cuts him off, eager to silence the seeker's screech as well as avoid disturbing his current company.

"Relax, Starscream. She's with me."

Starscream's sharp talons curl into fists as he hisses out a reply. Passing Vehicons look at the Air Commander before quickly picking up pace and scurrying by- and Starscream closes the door with the press of a button and shuts himself in the medbay for a bit of privacy to air his troubles without prying optics.

"You took the human off the Nemesis?"

His voice is seething, venomous, and Knockout resists the urge to audibly sigh over the commlink.

"You wanted me to keep an optic on her, so I am. And I wanted to take a drive, so she's with me." Starscream opens his mouth to once again try and scold Knockout for not only bending his directions but being a condescending aft about it, but he gets cut off before he gets the chance.

"And I might not be winning any awards, but I'm not in the mood to be Shockwave's runner up for 'cruelest scientist in the galaxy' or returning your little bargaining chip to you in pieces. So I wasn't leaving them with that freak or Soundwave."

Starscream has never had good morals. Never claimed to. But while he's unfathomably upset that his potential bargaining chip is now out of confinement and in an unknown location, he isn't going to say that Knockout's reasoning is unstable.

The thought of being anywhere close to the depravity of Shockwave doesn't exactly fill the seeker with much good emotion. Neither does his effort going to waste with your offlining, he quickly adds at the end in order to avoid any sort of misconstruction within his own processor.

He sighs.

"Have you at least managed to obtain any sort of valuable information out of her?"

Knockout makes a negative noise.

"She powered down not long after we left. She's been recharging since."

Right, humans need daily recharge.

What a hindrance, Starscream thinks. He doesn't remember ever seeing you do so however; So more than likely, you've been running on empty for quite awhile. Still pacing in the medbay like an idiot, Starscream only stops when the medic speaks up with his normal, annoying nonchalant tone.

"You know, she's actually not that bad for a human," Knockout continues. "How about you just lock her in the medbay from now on instead of loosing her all the time?" Starscream goes to bite back but doesn't manage to think up anything worth saying, and instead throws his hand outward as if hitting something invisible.

If prompted Starscream would absolutely proclaim that having an organic inside of his altmode or even in his servo is disgusting. They're soft, malleable, and not far weaker. How Knockout as vain as he is can deal with it he doesn't know.

What he also doesn't know, is why he's so damn upset about it. He shouldn't care, you're occupied away from him if anything he should be happy to not have to deal with any organic idiosyncrasies for the time being.

However anytime since flying with him for you had been a clearly stressful experience, and Starscream hadn't cared in the slightest. Why would he?

But for you to fall asleep in Knockout must mean you trust the mech even just marginally more than him enough to succumb to recharge.

Not surprising; As you seem to like the medic. The two of you get along decently considering circumstances and differences. He makes you laugh, which pisses off the seeker to a monumental degree. Even he himself doesn't get why.

The only time you've truly smiled in Starscream's presence is when you're actually looking at Knockout.

The seeker has been nothing but courteous to you considering you are nothing but a prisoner, why do you choose enjoy and recharge in the company of some snobby, over-buffed medic instead of him?

With a sound made from Knockout's end, Starscream quickly realizes he's supposed to answer questions and stammers out a reply.

"I will, consider it. Now, return the human to the Nemesis something stupid happens."

Knockout sighs and agrees, making a U-turn and beginning to make his way back with you still asleep against the passenger door. The entire time Starscream paces inside the medbay, all the way until the medic returns with a human in his grasp. Starscream watches intently as he plops you unceremoniously onto the large dissection table. You scoot away from a spot of dried energon and stand somewhat close to the edge, but not close enough that one wayward bump could be your demise.

"I didn't think I would have to say 'No using the human as an excuse to go for a drive', but here we are."

Knockout gives the seeker an unimpressed look.

"While you are technically my superior, I will say that you might want be a bit more polite given I can just tell Megatron what you're up to."

While Starscream glares at him, you look up at Knockout with a surprisingly placid expression. You look in better spirits, as far as they can both tell. The recharge seemed to have did wonders for the overall health of their little captive. Useful, given you needed to be alive for the Autobots.

"Thank you for the drive, Knockout."

You smile at him, and the medic looks at Starscream with a snooty, condescending smirk.

"See, Starscream? An attitude adjustment goes a long way in keeping your little prisoners compliant." Your smile turns a little bit more confused and worried, but less than it probably should given circumstances.

Meanwhile, the seeker wants to do nothing more than to throttle Knockout by the neck cabling.

The two of you are rapidly becoming closer, and he's already thinking of the ways to try and stop it. He tries to come up for some sort of valid reason in his own processor as to why he so vehemently wants to, but comes up empty other that that you should be this way with him instead.

"Just- Keep the human locked in the medbay until they either decide to speak, or the Autobots come looking." He turns around, intent to leave until he hears a small human voice that halts him halfway through the entryway.

"Bye, Starscream."

Knockout has to resist the urge to keel over laughing, at the way Air Commander Starscream goes rigid, wings frozen high in surprise as he scurries out of the medbay.

#i didn't want to make show specific banners for the bots and pigeonhole myself so i decided to do one of their altmode. thoughts? yes no?#lol i think too hard about these types of things no one probably even pays attention to #starscream x reader #Starscream/Reader #transformers x reader #TFP starscream x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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purelyfiction · 2 years

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Small Doses

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader | Part 2 |

Summary: Being top of your class comes with great opportunities and even better company, save for the obnoxious, devilishly handsome assholes who make you fall harder than you intended. Returning to North Island makes Knockout reunite with a ghost from her past, and forced to face the possibilities of the future.

Word Count: 7,032 words

Content Warning: This story will have TopGun: Maverick plot line elements to it and will possibly spoil the movie for you. Please be aware. This - and all of my stories - is 18+. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older and that any content you come across is by your own discretion. || HEY THERE’S SMUT DOWN THERE SO YOU BETTER BE 18!!! (protected piv, fingering, just really hot and reckless nonsense)

Author’s Note: heyyyyy we’re here again, who’s surprised? not me.....nope. anyways, i really loved the idea i had behind this one, and i can’t wait to get it rolling. a huge huge HUGE thank you goes to @callsignthirsty for making this as hot as it is - I couldn’t have done it without her, she’s incredible and a true MVP for Beta reading what kind of was a mess to start with. Thank you Rowdy!!!

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What’s the old saying? Love is the loneliest place, when you fall alone?

No truer words had been spoken.

Leaving boot camp in Nevada had felt like a death sentence. Simultaneously one of the best and worst days of your life. Best, because your career was just beginning, you were turning a new page. Worst, because you had to start all your friendships over again. You had to leave him.

Maybe that’s why you threw everything you had into your career. You ate, lived, and breathed the Navy. First to rise, last to fall. People joked that it was your only personality trait, and in a way that was true.

You had common hobbies, no wild interests, and very few friends outside of work. There was no point when you were changing bases every three years. The friends you made at work were enough to keep you content.

Or so you convinced yourself. With each wedding you’re invited to, every birthday party, you realized you don’t have the support system or community that others had. You had your grandfather, your aunt, and your cousin, but the loss of your dad had been hard for you. Especially fresh out of high school.

Aside from your extended family, you didn’t have many friends. That’s a lie. You had Jake. Sort of. He wasn’t a complete asshole to you despite the way the two of you parted. He would respond when you reached out and you’d reconnect maybe once or twice a year. Called on each other’s birthdays. That was about the extent of it.

You hated that you still kept in touch with him despite how cruel he’d been to you that last day. But it was hard to let him go. He popped into your mind way more frequently than you cared to admit, especially when you knew you didn’t need the distraction.

So, you focused your attention on your career, instead. You flew through ranks as fast as your jets, bending with the wind and turning with the tide.

You’d made it to TOPGUN and frankly - it was hell. It was everyone out for themselves, and begging to be the admiral’s pet. The time you spent in North Island had not been pleasant. You’d learnt a million lessons while you were there: including how hard it was to be lonely.

Upon your promotion five years out, you were back in San Diego; no longer Lieutenant, but Lieutenant Commander.

The promotion has you electrified; suddenly, being back at TOPGUN wasn’t so daunting.

Especially since you were teaching this time around.

You settled right into your spot and quickly became Cyclone’s right hand. He had confidence in your skills and it showed, since he basically gave you free reign with your lessons. It was encouraging, how he spoke with you. Many of your conversations were natural and free flowing and it made you feel less isolated. Like you weren’t stranded - a sharp comparison to your first time on North Island.

When pilots came up to Fightertown, they would nearly pull out of the program when they heard your callsign.

One of the recruits had stood from his chair, on his way out and you cleared your throat. “Man, no. No fucking way. I’m out.”

“Sailor,” you bit. “You weren’t dismissed.” He slunk back to his chair, pulling it away from the desk where he’d shoved it back to its place. Slow steps found you standing next to his table looking down at him. “What’s wrong…” you glanced at his badge. “Jones? You bolted out of here pretty quickly,” you asked as he avoided your gaze.

“I’ve just heard rumors.”

“Rumors about what?” You crossed your arms, still looking at him.

His eyes finally steel back up at you. “You, Lieutenant Commander. With a callsign like Knockout… people talk.”

A grin fills your face when you hear your callsign. There was one point during your training that you’d hated the name. It had originated from one of your squad members when you’d begun boot camp.

A whistle fills the air as you approach the registration table. “Damn, look at her.”

“What a knockout.”

That name got spun on its axis the minute you got to the training grounds, outperforming the other ensigns, and breaking records left and right. Soon enough, your friends were using it, your commanders were using it - and Knockout was born.

You smiled at him before turning back to the front and walking to the lectern. “Well… they’re true. This career isn’t easy, and neither am I. ‘Soon as you realize that-” you give a cocky smile before the class, “-you’re golden.”

You loved your job, there was never any doubt about that. Especially when you got the chance to shut down the sexists that come into the ranks. Showing off your skill set and training them in the air to become better pilots and better people was one of your favorite things in the world.

The location isn’t a negative thing either. For as much grief as it had given you - some of the hardest days of your career - North Island bettered you. The town was small and the people all knew each other pretty intimately. So, as you come off the beach and into the Hard Deck in your bathing suit, you wave at a few familiar faces.

“No shoes, no shirt-” Penny starts at the sight of you and you smile as she hands you the bag you’d dropped off before going on your run on the beach.

“No service. I know, I know.” You let a laugh pass your lips as you take the bag, and move to the bathroom to change. As you pass by, you hear a comment that was assuredly referencing you.

“Did you see that girl? Man, she was gorgeous. I bet you twenty bucks I can get her number by the time you finish your drink.” You roll your eyes as you enter the bathroom. You’re quick to change into the dress you’d brought, fixing your hair before exiting again and spotting the man who’d made the comment. He follows behind you as you approach the bar again, grabbing Pen’s attention as she takes your bag once again and tucks it away.

“Can I buy the lady a drink?” The asshole careens his head into your peripheral vision, making you look at him with an innocent smirk.

“Maybe. What are we drinking?” you question as you take in his features. He’s pretty broad, kind eyes, and scars littered across a rather handsome face - a bushy mustache on his upper lip. Paired with the Hawaiian shirt and aviators around his collar, you’re certain you’ve found another pilot.

“I was drinking Corona, but if you’ve got a better idea?” He tilts his head and you wave down the other bartender serving with Penny.

“Can we get two tequila shots? On his tab, please.” You smile and turn to look at the male who’s definitely grinning now. When the bartender returns with the shots, lime wedges, and a salt shaker, you slide one over to him before prepping your own. He turns to face you with the shot glass in his hand. You clink your glass quickly with his before licking the salt from your hand, downing the liquid, and chewing on the lime.

“Whoo.” The male makes a face but lets out a laugh. “Didn’t peg you as a tequila girl,” he offers and you shake your head.

“You don’t know anything about me,” you retort, tossing the lime rind into your empty glass.

“I don’t, do I? What’s your name, beautiful?” He grins, leaning into his hand that’s propped up on the bar.

“You first.” You smirk as Penny drops off a tequila soda for you, making the man in front of you laugh.

“Well, clearly Penny knows you,” he offers as he waves her back down. “Can I get something with tequila in it?” he asks quickly, and Penny nods before going to mix him a drink.

“You got it, Rooster.” She gives you a look that you return; both of you well aware of the game that you’re playing.

“Rooster, huh?” You smirk, taking a sip of your drink, playing with the straw floating in your beverage while you make eye contact with focused hazel eyes.

“Yeah, I’m a pilot in the Navy. It’s my callsign. My real name is Bradley,” Rooster explains, just as a drink slides his way.

“I think she knows that.” Penny approaches and you give her a kind smile. “She’s an LCDR for Fightertown, Bradshaw.” You sip innocently at your drink again as a look of surprise and embarrassment falls over Rooster’s face.

“Shit, I am…” he starts, but you wave him off with a laugh.

“Relax. I was having fun. Besides, I got a drink out of it.” You wink, turning rapidly only to crash into someone behind you - a curse leaving you as your drink goes plunging to the floor.

“You gotta be joking.” The voice makes your face light up. The body turns to look at you - the expression on your face is one of surprise and soon, so is theirs.

“Kody!” He’s shouting above the sound of the bar, hands going into the air before pulling you into a hug after you set your empty glass on the bar. You give him a quick hug.

“Seresin, as I live and breathe,” you jape as you come out of the hug. The voice in the back of your mind sounds an alarm, but you’re immediately hitting the snooze button. He was here right in front of you.

“That’s my line,” he chuckles as he points a finger at you. You laugh along with him before looking down at the ground where your drink is puddled. His khakis are absolutely soaked but somehow he seems unphased by this. This is why you didn’t wear your uniform to the bar. Hangman kicks an ice cube before waving down the bartender to let them know about the mishap. “What the hell are you doing here?” he questions, sipping at his drink.

“I’m stationed out here,” you supply with a shrug, smiling at Jake. “You know, flying and stations and all that. Been here for a while now.” The information makes his eyebrows raise.

“You’re back at TOPGUN?” There’s an inkling of surprise to his question and you nod. A moment later, you look toward Penny as she sets another drink on the bar and Jake scoots out of the way to make room for the employee who’s been sent to clean up the mess you’d made.

“Yeah, I got my choice of assignments so I decided to come back,” you offer, walking with him to the pool table, taking a seat at one of the hightops nearby. Hangman leans against the table as he watches the current group playing pool, nodding as Payback sinks a ball into the far pocket.

“You got a choice? We were all dragged here.” He waves his hand, motioning over to the group that’s gathered toward the back of the bar.

“Well, I mean that was months ago, so.” You shrug and take a sip of your drink again before the conversation is interrupted with a ring of the round bell, making you look at Penny to see the sorry sucker who had to pay.

Maverick’s round kickstarts a night that takes your mind back to boot camp. Music blasts through the bar, drinks slosh as everyone dances and sings along with the jukebox. You’ve been waiting for Hangman to return with your next round of drinks, anticipating him and searching in the crowd, only for his hand to appear from behind you as he hands you a drink. His lips graze your ear as he shifts the cup to your hand.

“Pen’s out of Patrón,” he states, making you look in your cup. There’s mint and a lime floating around and you look back at him. There’s a toothpick clenched in his teeth, a smirk on his lips.

“Is this a mule?” you ask and he snickers.

“Oh c’mon, a little vodka ain’t hurt nobody.” He keeps the coy expression, his hand coming to the bottom of the cup in your hand and slowly guiding it to your lips. You laugh and shake your head.

“Okay, okay I’m drinking.” You giggle as you take a swig. The music changes over to a pop song you’re not too familiar with, but it’s got a great vibe. As the beat picks up, the vocals coming in, you’re finding yourself back up with a sway of your hips.

This time when you run into Hangman, it’s intentional. His free hand grips your waist when you make contact as if to steady you, but when your shoulders move back until you’re leaned up against him, he seems to get the idea. You’ve given him plenty of time to step away, but from the tightening of his hand around you, it’s clear that he won’t be stopping you anytime soon. If anything, Hangman pulls you a little tighter against him, strong hand encouraging the rocking grind of your hips into his lap. His breath washes over your neck, lips a hairsbreadth from your ear so that they practically kiss your heated skin. “You’re just picking up where we left off, aren’t you baby.” You can hear the smirk on his face.

When you’d first met Jake, he’d been a lot less cocky. That came with the training and the attention you’d given him over the course of your time together in Nevada. Nearly every waking hour that you weren’t in training or in jobs you’d spent with one another. You’d sneak away wherever you could get into — hall closets, cars, behind buildings, both of your dorms. The two of you had learnt how to keep quiet. He’d learnt where to suck his hickies into your skin without getting you reprimanded by your commanding officers and you made sure to keep your nail marks where no one could see them.

“Of course,” you said, arching your back so that your ass ground deliciously against the front of his khakis. Truthfully, you’d never wanted to leave that spot to begin with. “Where else would we pick up?”

Was it selfish of you to want another night with him? Maybe. But it was definitely stupid; especially after he’d nearly shattered your heart when you’d graduated.

After sweating your ass off standing in the blistering heat for nearly an hour, you’d almost cried when your grandfather grabbed your bicep. You’d hugged him tightly, grabbing onto Penelope who was nearby. You’d not seen or spoken to them in weeks, and they were the only real family you had. Despite the excitement of being reunited, you wanted to find Jake. You wanted to congratulate him - you wanted to say what had been on your mind the last three nights.

Packing up left you with a lot of reminiscing, a lot of time in your head. A lot of replaying lingering touches, careful advances, nights spent together drinking among other things. You were in love with Ensign Jake Seresin and you needed to tell him, before it was too late.

You’d found him in the crowd, happily grabbing his arm as he spoke with his own family. The glare that he shot you was unexpected.

“What? I’m leaving in like five minutes.” The man who’d opened up to you all those nights seemingly had vanished the minute his father was around.

“I just… what the hell, Jake?” You mumble, looking at him.

“What the hell to you. Can’t you see I’m busy?” His dad is grabbing his shoulder and pulling him away from you, leaving you in a sea of white, tears forming in your eyes.

It was like the last 10 weeks had just vanished. There was no Jake there. “Some wingman you are!” you shout in his direction. All you got was the back of his head.

“You make it sound like we’ve got some unfinished business,” the sound of Hangman’s groans brings you back to the bar as he tosses his neck back and finishes his beer. Beer-slick lips press to the delicate skin beneath your ear and you’re anchored back in the present. You follow his lead and try to finish your drink in one gulp, but some of the liquid escapes your lips, trailing down from the corner of your lips and down to your collarbone.

“Slow down, tiger,” Jake growls upon witnessing the alcohol trickling across your skin. “You’ll choke.”

Your stomach flips at the comment, your teeth latching on to your bottom lip to hold in a whine. Certainly wouldn’t be the first time - the words nearly leave your mouth, but you’re not sure you’re willing to admit that to the whole of the bar. You’re taking his cup from his hand, and peeling away from him to dispose of the cups, carelessly tossing them toward Penny behind the bar. When you return, you’re pressing yourself against him, chests both rapidly moving with one another.

One of your hands rests over the top of his as it slides back into place on your hip and rubs circles into your side, your other hand trailing up his firm chest to the sharp line of his jaw, cradling his face into the crook of your neck where he’s decided to hide. He’s just as affected by whatever this is as you are. You can feel it against your hip.

“I can slow down.” As if to drive your point home, your hips roll slow circles against his. You feel a groan leave him, his chest vibrating yours.

“Damn right you can.”

“But you don’t like slow,” you remind him. “You’d rather race to the finish line, all too eager for the reward.”

He nips at your neck which has you throwing your head back. Hangman huffs something into your neck, finally lapping at the beer drying there. “Better be careful there, sweetheart,” he bites and when he reappears from his hiding spot against your skin, his eyes are dark. “That mouth’s gonna get you into trouble.”

“And what if I want it to?” Your eyes are heavy and half-lidded. “We do have some business to take care of, Lieutenant.”

“Christ.” His head reels back, and the way that he says it almost sounds like a whine. “Let’s get outta here.”

“What?” you tease. “You don’t want to hang out here a little longer? I heard Maverick still owes another round,” you tag on as he’s grabbing at your waist, pulling you near.

“I don’t think that Penny’d appreciate it if I fucked you right on the bar in front of all these nice people,” Hangman growls directly into your ear and your jaw slacks at the imagery. “Now, march.”

You’re not going to wait for him to tell you again, so you grab his hand and drag him through the crowd. Penny will make sure that your stuff makes it home, you have arguably more important things to think about.

Hangman is all over you when you get to your front porch. His hands are on your waist, lips attached to yours and doing his damnedest to distract you from getting this damn key into the lock. With the door finally open, he’s following right behind you, not pulling away from you as you stumble over the threshold. You turn, attempting to close the door, but the door’s hard to reach through the wall of pilot driving you further into the house. Eventually, your heel drives the door shut, and a thud comes from behind you that makes the whole house shake.

Jake’s hands are on your hips, pushing you to the nearest wall, bunching the fabric in his big hands. Even after the years you’ve spent apart, there’s so much familiarity in his kiss, and his touch seems to burn through the cotton of your dress, your skin hot and clammy under his hands.

One of his hands vacates the spot on your waist with a final squeeze, instead grabbing both of your wrists in the breadth of his freehand, tugging them so that they’re pressed into the wall above you, secured by his strong grip. His other hand is picking at the hem of your dress, freeing it from your sweat-slick skin.

There’s not an ounce of regret in your body. How could there be when his hand is trailing up your thigh? Not a single word is spoken, the only sound in the house comes from sloppy kisses, the air filled with the smell of the ocean breeze, sweat, tequila, and Tito’s.

Hangman’s hand runs over your skin, massaging at your thigh. He continues to trail greedy fingers dangerously close to your panties, each pass leaves you pulling from his lips, best you can. “We should probably go to my room,” you gasp, voice barely above a whisper as you try not to ruin the moment. If he stops touching you, you’re convinced you might die.

“Oh c’mon, your windows aren’t that big,” he snickers, before he’s latching back onto your neck. A shift of your hips as you attempt to step away signals that you’re moving, with or without him.

Jake groans as he steps back, letting your arms fall but interlaces his fingers with yours as you lead him to your room down the hall. Once there, you hurriedly shut and lock the door before turning back to him. Jake’s already pulling his shirt from the confines of his pants, impatiently undoing buttons. You’re quick to assist, and soon you’re easing the fabric off his shoulders.

Jake’s got his undershirt off in a matter of seconds, hands reaching forward and grabbing at your waist as he kicks off his shoes. He’s guiding you to the foot of your bed, recklessly letting you fall back to the mattress.

“You’re just as stunning as you were then,” he whispers, crawling so that he’s hovering over you, an intense gaze of jade eyes meeting your own. You’re smothering the compliment before its spark can light a fire somewhere deep in you, sweeping it to the back of your mind so that you can relish in each wet kiss that brands your collarbone instead.

Burn me once, shame on you, burn me twice…

A light bite to your skin pulls you back to your room, hearing Jake’s low voice. “Where’s that pretty little head of yours?” he chides, making you look down at him.

“Thinking about how I’m still clothed,” you answer him, a taunting smile before a smirk of his own mirrors yours as his hands push up the fabric of your skirt. Fingers slide along your skin to hook beneath the waist of your panties and expertly shimmy the flimsy fabric from your hips, down your thighs and onto the floor.

“I dunno, I’d really like to see what this pretty sundress of yours looks like all bunched up at your waist while I’m balls deep in your pretty pussy,” he rasps as his hand trails nonsensical patterns along your thighs, drinking in every inch of you he can get his eyes on.

“Why don’t you find out?” You quip, and if your ass was in the air, you would’ve shaken it to entice him into doing something, but as it is he takes what you say as an invitation. Calloused hands skim along the inside of your thighs before talented fingers glide between your folds, spreading your slick without dipping into your heat as he keeps an intense gaze on your pleasure-slack lips. Your hips are moving of their own accord, squirming to try and get his fingers where you need them most, but he avoids your clit too regularly to be unintentional.

Jake’s lip curls up in a smug imitation of a smile when you whine. “You’re absolutely soaked.” His touch finally lands on your clit, applying enough pressure to make you suck in a breath, your eyes fluttering closed. “All this for me?”

“Yes,” you groan, rolling your hips into his hand for more of the sweet stimulation.

“You got no shame, do you darlin’?” Jake chuckles at your needy display, the throaty reverberations raising goosebumps on your skin where his lips pepper kisses. “Bet you saw me and just knew you needed my cock again, huh?” A finger buries itself in your heat, a slick, effortless glide up to his knuckle that has a moan slipping from your kiss-stung lips.

“Yeah,” you sigh, breath hitching as Jake curls his finger against the front wall of your cunt. “I missed you, fuck I missed you.” He’s seemingly content with the whine that leaves you as he slides a second finger into your heat and begins a torturously slow pace, stretching you out as his thumb draws lazy circles into your clit. Each press and swirl of those fingers drawing another soft whimper from you and fueling his ego.

“Oh yeah, princess. You need it bad, don’t you?” And you’d have liked to punch that arrogant sneer off his lips if he didn’t look so fucking hot propped over you, muscles in his shoulders shifting in your lamp’s soft light as he held himself over you and worked his fingers in and out of your soaked folds. “Tell me, sweetheart,” he began, licking a stripe up your neck and catching the corner of your jaw between his pearly teeth, “You been with anyone else since me?”

“Fuck you,” you bite back, because it’s been almost a decade since he saw you last. You weren’t a nun.

“Kitty’s got claws,” he teases as he squeezes a third finger into you. “Bet they haven’t been as good as me,” he muses. “No, you’re way too needy for that. They haven’t been satisfying you out here.” And you could die because he isn’t wrong and you hate that he’s seen straight through you not three hours since you’ve met back up. “Tell me, princess. After they leave, am I the one you think of to get yourself off?” Your hopeless moan is, mortifyingly, answer enough.

“Fuck, that’s hot, Knockout,” he groans into your ear as his fingers leave your cunt clenching around nothing. He draws his hand up to his mouth, lips wrapping around them as he pulls them from the heat of his mouth that you so badly wished was elsewhere right now.

“It’s like riding a bike, ain’t it babydoll?” A wicked grin splits his face and you let out an exhausted sigh at his arrogance.

“Would you shut the fuck up?” You bite as you slide a finger under the chain around his neck, looping the metal around the digit and pulling him down to you, your lips crash together. You can taste yourself lingering on his lips as your fingers continue to play with his necklace, the tags clinking against one another as you mess with them. Your own dog tags sat on your dresser not even five feet away. That was one of the few things you shared with him. That and whatever the hell this was.

Jake’s hands move to settle flat against the bed by your shoulders, caging you in as you steal his breath, hungry lips slotting together as his hips meet yours in a needy roll. The rough fabric of his slacks irritates your skin as he grinds into you, feeling the strain of his cock through the material. “Take your fucking pants off,” you growl, reaching toward his belt - in a flash, he’s on his knees grabbing your wrists again and throwing your entire body into a spin so your face is flat to the mattress. Hands roughly grabbing at your hips and pulling them up to keep your ass propped in the air.

“Last I checked, I was in charge, sweetheart.” You're reminded of how much larger he is than you when his hand easily grabs both of your wrists, crossing them behind your back and pulling ever so gently so that your shoulder blades are stretching the slightest bit. A whine leaves you and you can feel his presence grow closer until his hips are locked to yours again, leaning down to growl in your ear. “You don’t move. Understood?”

“I understand.” You confirm, only before his other hand is gripping your hair and tilting your head enough to look back at him.

“Wanna try that again?” He questions you with a dry coarseness to his voice, as though he’d not had a sip of water in days.

“Yes, sir.” You correct yourself, the statement somewhat foreign on your tongue. It had been a minute since you’d spoken it, in this context at least. With him.

Jake is upright again, pulling your body back to meet with his cock as it drags along the crease of your ass. The metal of his belt buckle sends a cool chill up your spine, a stark contrast to the heat pouring off of Jake’s body. His spare hand has left your head, and now is running carefully over your backside, slowing to a halt as he grabs a handful of your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a good look. “God, look at this. This is mine, isn’t it baby?”

“If it’s yours, why don’t you come and get it?” You retort, keeping a careful eye on him, only to see his jaw clench.

“So you wanna be smart about this, huh?” His grip tightens, his free hand returning to the back of your head and you’re nearly positive your wrists will be sore - possibly even bruised. He jolts your head to force you to make eye contact with him - the green of his irises long gone, lust dominating them. Jake lets your hair slip through grasp, hands dropping to meet the clasp of his belt, hastily undoing the latch and sliding the leather from the belt loops.

“I am smart, Hangman,” You can’t stop the way your lip ticks up or the mischievous spark lighting in your eye as you glance back at him. The brief glance you get is the sight of a foil packet between his teeth, furrowed brow included as you continue to taunt him: “I’m very smart.”

"And I—" you feel the blunt tip of him nudging at your slick entrance before he's pushing in. You let out a high pitched keen at the delicious friction as he slides home. "—am too good to be true.” His hand slides up your lower back, gripping your hip as he bottoms out, a quiet gasp leaves you.

“Not so smart now, are we, Knockout?”

“Hangman,” you seethe, scraping together every last bit of willpower you have. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to G-Ahh!”

“Relax,” Hangman chides, hips retreating before they shift forward once more, “we’re just getting to the good part.”

A chill runs through you as his movement begins into a rhythm, one hand holding onto your wrists with what feels like all of his strength, the other keeping your hips still as his own collide with yours in each thrust.

“Good as you remember it, Kody?” Hangman asks, jerking your arms back so your chest lifts off the mattress for a second. He grinds against your sweet spot and you couldn’t stop the moan, even if you’d wanted to. “No, wait.. It’s better, ain’t it?”

Despite the ball of tension building in your stomach as his body rocks into yours, the response slips off your tongue, well knowing what the context would do. “I don’t know, I think Rooster might’ve been better if I’d given him a shot.”

He goes completely still the moment the words register, and for one terrifying moment, you think he's going to stop. But the words fuel something primal within him. The next rut of his hips into yours pushes you further up the bed, and he's somehow managed to push deeper into you, brushing against spots that haven't seen action in years. The hand around your wrists tugs until you're on your knees, leaning back against him as his other hand circles your neck and applies light, intoxicating pressure.. “Get that son of a bitch’s name out of your fucking mouth.” His teeth are sharp against the lobe of your ear. “Who’s cock is in you, Knockout?”

“Yours.” His grip on your throat tightens, ever so slightly. “Yours, sir.”

“That’s right, babydoll.” Warm lips hover over the skin under your ear. The next snap of his hips has you choking on a moan. "Only name I wanna hear you screaming tonight is mine." The statement is engulfed by the flames raging in your stomach.

“That all you know how to say now?” Jake asks with a breathy chuckle. “Yes, sir?” He groans at the sob that wracks your body, pussy clenching around him hot and tight. Your body desperately sucks in a breath, barely able to get any in with the grip of his hand still around your throat. “Look at you, gaggin’ for it. You’re such a needy little thing, baby.”

You throw your head back against his shoulder, embarrassingly close to the edge and lost to the push and pull of his cock against your sensitive walls. How had you survived without this for so long? Had the others really been that bad?

This thought, like all the others, is fucked from your mind with the next sinful roll of Jake’s hips. “Guess some things never change, Kody. All it takes to shut you up is my cock.” You whimper, nodding as you try to rock your hips to match his pace. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” Your eyes shut as you feel the hot breath of his pants on your skin, in a steady rhythm with each thrust up into you. “I think you are, I can feel it,” the words are broken up by tempoed pants, until his hands are back to your waist, “I wanna watch. Put on a show for me.”

A whine leaves you when he’s pulling out of you, but in short time, he’s rolling you onto your back again. You’re expecting him to slide into you again, but instead, arms come under thighs and pull you up from the mattress. In no more than five steps, he’s found a spot against the wall, dropping you up against it. With your back flush to the cool of the drywall, Jake’s filling you up again, arms flexing as he holds you up, keeping you above the ground as hips grind into yours. Each thrust is purposeful and harder than the last, the vibration of his movements echoing through the room, making furniture shift in time with his hips. Your head falls back to meet the wall as your core engages with each rut.

Jake carefully moves his hand to adjust your leg out, aiming to get even deeper, but with the change in position, your foot makes contact with a nearby lamp, sending it careening to the floor, glass crushing upon impact. “You asshole-“

“Worry about it later,” he snarls, lips quickly capturing yours as his rhythm starts to falter. Each snap up makes your entire body bounce upward, your stomach beginning to tense.

“Jay-Jake,” you’re pulling from his lips, desperate to get air as you grow closer to your climax.

“I know, sweetheart, I’ll get you there, I’ll get you, cmon.” His statement isn’t even coherent at this point as your body reaches the threshold, your blood rushing through you as your legs shake under him, cries reverberating through the room with each grunt from the blonde under you. “Fuck, look at you, did I do that? I did that, didn’t I baby?” His breathing hitches, strokes becoming shorter as he matches your timing to draw your high out. An elongated groan pairs with the slight shake that runs through him, his forehead coming to your shoulder to come down from the high.

“You broke my lamp,” you mutter.

Jake just clicks his tongue. “It was your leg,” he responds, hands carefully grabbing under you, navigating around the broken glass to find refuge in your bed, away from the dangers on the hardwood below.

“You broke it.”

“Are we still on this? You know I should be hearing ‘wow, Jake. That was incredible, thank you for making me cum’.” He pulls your sheets back and carefully drops you onto your bed, your head plopping onto your pillow before he falls to your side. Both of you are still somewhat dressed, energy spent.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you retort with a smirk, looking at him as his eyebrows furrow.

“For someone who just got fucked you’re giving me a lot of back talk.” He’s pulling his slacks all the way off now, having been tugged down just enough to get the job done. You sit up carefully to pull your dress completely off. A yawn escapes you as you’re attempting to release the clasp of your bra, feeling hands coming to the spot at the middle of your back, worn fingertips carefully undoing it.

“You’ve been waiting to do that, haven’t you?” You look down at him, seeing a grin fill his face as the garment comes off and to the floor.

“Eh, the show I got might’ve been better.” Jake responds as his hand grabs at your sheets and covers the both of you.

“Since when is Hangman not a boob man?” you question as you settle into the sheets, looking him in the eye.

“Now, wait a minute, I never said that-“

“Go to bed, Jake.” You grin, rolling away from him, reaching and flicking off the light switch to the lamp in a pile on the floor.

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Knock knock

You shoot up in your bed, his arm is lazily draped over your waist, making it fall as you sit up. When your brain registers, you’re quickly turning to a stirring Jake, your hand slapping over his mouth.

“Kody? You awake yet?” Penny’s voice comes from the other side of the wood door, leaving you to clear your throat.

“Yeah, I’m up.” You stifle back a yawn as Jake tries to get your attention. Using your free hand you slap his arm keeping him quiet.

“I need you to run and grab Amelia from Karen’s house, I have to get some cleaning done at the bar, things got a bit out of hand last night,” she explains and you nod.

“Sure, I can do that. That’s Karen M or Karen T?” you ask for clarification, slowly looking to the male in your bed, who’s just dying to get a word in.

“T. You know, the one on Silvershore?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s like ten minutes from here. Let me hop in the shower and I’ll run over.”

“Sounds good, thanks Kody.” Penny’s voice begins to fade as she walks away, leaving you to pull your hand from Jake’s jaw.

“Don’t mention it!” You’re looking over the state of your room, Hangman’s clothes are strewn about, glass all over the floor.

“Was that who I think it was?” Finally the pilot speaks beside you as you start to climb from your bed from the safest exit point.

“Penny? Yeah,” you answer, grabbing all of his clothes off the floor.

“You live with Penny Benjamin?” he questions, making you look at him with a sharp glare, hands pushing his clothes into his arms.

“Hey genius, my last name is also Benjamin,” you remind him as you grab your robe from a nearby chair. “She’s my aunt. I could’ve sworn you knew this,” you jab in his direction as he shrugs his shirt back on.

“Maybe I did, it probably got shoved- shit!” At the curse you look over and witness him examining one of the seams from his khaki trousers. “I broke the seam, damn it this is the only pair I was issued.” He groans, moving to stand up from the bed.

“Well maybe you should’ve thought about that before fucking me in them,” you scold, moving and undoing the latch on your window.

“What are you doing?” he asks, stepping into his pants, fastening the top as you slide the pane open.

“Preparing your exit - now hurry up?” You fan a hand in the air, trying to get him to move faster.

“Knockout, I am not climbing out of your window.”

“You don’t have much of a choice,” you sneer as he finishes buttoning up his shirt. With shoes back on his feet and ensuring he’s got the rest of his belongings, he points to what remains of the lamp.

“It was an ugly lamp anyways.” Jake shrugs, making you look at him with a slacked jaw.

“It’s Tiffany! Well-“ looking back at it, you correct yourself, “-it was. God, Pen’s gonna kill me,” you mumble with your hand over your mouth as you take a deeper look at the damage. There’s no salvaging it, that’s for sure.

“She named her lamp?” The idiotic question makes you turn to look at the man, one leg out the window, his hand gripping the top of it to keep him from falling.

“You don’t know- I don’t have time for this. Go.” You shoo him with your hands as though he was a loitering bird, making him snicker.

“I’ll call you?” Your attention was facing the door when he says it, making you look at him as he drops to the ground outside - thank God you’re on the main floor.

“What was that?” you ask again, just to make sure your ears weren’t playing tricks on you.

“I said I’ll call you,” Jake repeats before a hand rakes through his hair in an effort to tame any bed head.

There’s that stupid spark again that you have to stomp under your boot.

“Yeah. Get out of here, Hangman.” You give a falsified smile to him, watching as he starts down the path.

“Until next time, Knockout.” With a trademark wink, he rounds the corner of the house, leaving you to wonder if you’d made a mistake.

One time wouldn’t hurt - right?

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