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roosterforme · 2 months

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Why Not Forever? | Rooster x Reader x Hangman

Summary: The last night on the aircraft carrier should have been bittersweet as Bradley and Jake show you once again how good it feels to be shared by them. But you soon learn that the boys have plans for you beyond this deployment.

Warnings: Smut, anal, threesome, slight hangster, 18+

Length: 1700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

This is a sequel to Why Not Both? and Why Not Again? But it can be read alone! Check out my masterlist for more!

Bradley loved that fucked out, starry eyed look on your face as you rode him. You were babbling, barely able to focus, but your every movement was smooth and fluid. You were exactly what he needed. But he knew you'd never end up a begging, whining mess for him alone, and he was okay with that. After weeks of sharing you, maybe he even preferred it this way.

Your pussy was warm and inviting around him as he palmed your tits and squeezed your nipples a little harder. Your body was slick with sweat, only some of it your own. But the best part was the way Bradley could feel Jake's cock shoved up your ass every time one of them thrusted. And he could see Jake behind you on the bed, squeezing your hips and kissing your neck.

"Look at her face, Hangman. She's so far gone." Bradley gently took your chin between his thumb and fingertips and turned your head, showing off your parted, swollen lips and barely focused eyes to the man behind you. "She's beautiful."

"Like an angel," Jake agreed, thrusting a little deeper, making you just that much tighter for Bradley. A long, needy whine filled the air as Jake whispered, "You never had it so good, did you?" You shook your head in a jerky motion, and Bradley watched Jake kiss away a bead of sweat that rolled down the side of your neck.

You were exhausted, clenching softly around his cock when Bradley coaxed you to face him again. Then you muttered the first intelligible word that came from your lips in the last ten minutes. "Please."

He knew you needed to come, and you'd been perfect for the two of them up until now. You had taken care of them before they flew their mission and again directly afterwards, and you'd been spending your nights in their bunk on the carrier ever since. It was to the point that Bradley didn't care who knew about it, and he was getting that distinct feeling from Jake as well.

Bradley leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your nipple, earning another, more intense squeeze from your pussy. When you tried to roll your hips faster, he shook his head "You're close. Let us take care of you."

"Please," you repeated as both men filled you with sharp thrusts, leaving your head rolling back against Jake's shoulder. Bradley was entranced, the sight of your swollen clit brushing his neatly trimmed hair nearly sending him over the edge. He stroked your nipples and smiled as you tried to buck again, only to be stopped by Jake's hands on your hips.

"Easy, Angel," he drawled, and Bradley chuckled. "You'll get there soon enough. We just need a little more time with you first."

"If you didn't feel so fucking good, we'd have been done by now. But you have a way of making us want more and more," Bradley teased. Then he worked his tongue through his own mouth and watched the stream of saliva as he spit where you and he were connected. He ran his thumb through it and said, "But I think you just about earned it," as you whined.

"Please!"

He rubbed your clit a little with his rough fingers, spitting again as Jake released your hips and focused on squeezing your tits from behind instead. "Yeah," he agreed. "She earned it. She always does."

The relief written on your face made Bradley grin as you looked down at him working his fingers in deliberate circles. When he kissed the valley between your breasts, he could taste the salt of your skin and feel Jake's fingers in his cheeks. "Never thought I'd be sorry to see the end of a deployment," he whispered, licking a stripe up to your collarbone. He nibbled on you as Jake grabbed at your breasts a little harder so you cried out. "Never had this much fun before."

Then you reached behind you with one hand and stroked Jake's cheek while you teased Bradley's hair with your other hand. He knew you loved the way they worshipped you. All the dirty glances and winks across the common areas really got him going, but they sent you straight to your knees as soon as you were in their bunk. And the thought occurred to Bradley that it would never be this good with anyone else. He knew there wasn't another woman who stood a chance.

"Fuck," Jake grunted, and Bradley could tell by the way your body was rocking that the man behind you was about come in your ass. "God damn it," he groaned, burying his face in your neck and whining.

You were grinning now as you bounced on both of them, knowing Bradley would make sure you got what you needed. But he had to be certain you knew the price you were paying at this point to be allowed to come on their cocks. Bradley and Jake didn't do this with just anyone, and he needed to be sure you understood that. Be sure this wasn't the last time.

"How bad do you want it?" Bradley rasped, pinching your clit and ramming himself deep.

"So bad!" you cried out as Jake's movements became more erratic.

"Say it," Bradley demanded through gritted teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. "Tell me you belong to us. And not just for tonight." He was close now, but he kept rubbing you just right and coaxing you to keep your eyes on him. "We want you in San Diego too, Baby."

Jake's hands roamed the font of your body as he moaned against your skin, and Bradley watched your pupils grow wider as your thighs shook. Your pussy clenched around him as you managed to say, "I'm yours."

You came with Bradley, your lips meeting his as he fucked you all the way through your orgasm. Your kisses were sweet even as you were a cum filled mess for the two of them, and you let Bradley pull you down with him as he eased himself back onto the pillows to catch his breath.

"She's ours," he confirmed for Jake who was kissing your shoulder as you curled up on Bradley's chest. Then he pressed his lips to your hair and whispered, "Our good girl."

Bradley could feel Jake's softening cock on his thigh as he came to rest against your back. You coaxed Jake closer and closer while you kissed Bradley, and then you shared your kisses with one man and then the other until the three of you were kissing. Bradley couldn't wait to get back to California.

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You weren't sure what you were expecting when the guys both invited you over to Bradley's place a few days after the end of the deployment. The three of you had spent that last night all curled up in one bed together, sweat and cum and sweet, dirty talk everywhere. You shivered just thinking about the way it felt to be sandwiched between their strong bodies in every position imaginable. They made you feel sexy and safe.

You wanted more from them, but you hadn't dared to dream that it could continue here. That sharing you had become something they wanted as much as you did. You'd never be able to choose between Bradley's effortless allure and Jake's natural charisma. You wanted both, and you shivered with anticipation at seeing them here on dry land.

They'd never seen you in anything except your khaki uniforms and your most basic underwear, but something was telling you that tonight was going to be a little different. As you slowly made your way up the pathway from your car, you straightened your dress over your pretty lingerie. You wanted them to destroy all of it.

Almost immediately after you knocked, the front door swung open, and you were met with two pairs of eyes, green and brown, raking over your body like they'd been craving you for months. "Boys," you said smoothly as you squeezed between the two of them and into the living room. You couldn't help but add, "I missed you," as you spun around to face them with a smile.

"You have no idea," Jake drawled, kicking the door shut and closing the distance to your lips. He kissed you, wrapping his hand gently around your neck as he said, "We got you a little something."

His smirk matched Bradley's as the other man pressed himself against your backside. "Something pretty for you to wear," he added, his voice a deep rumble.

"What is it?" you asked, looking up at Jake as Bradley snaked one arm around your waist from behind. When he opened his hand in front of your chest, you looked down at his palm and saw a gold necklace with two charms that made you gasp.

"You like it?" Bradley asked next to your ear, his mustache sending a ripple of need along your skin when he grazed you.

"Yes," you whispered, your body already clenching.

Jake looked at you eagerly as he asked, "Will you let me put it on you, Angel?"

"Please," you whined, knowing you sounded exactly like you had in their bunk on the aircraft carrier. You watched his fingertips glide along Bradley's palm, and then both of them were kissing you as he clasped the chain around your neck. The cool charms settled against your skin, and you let them lead you toward the bedroom.

You couldn't be sure who was talking to you and who was touching you in your blissed out state, but you could feel fingers tangle in your new necklace chain. You would have to strategically hide the charms that said Bradley and Jake underneath your uniform shirts when you were at work, because you weren't going to be taking your necklace off anytime soon.

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themorriganwitch · 10 months

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Three are never too much

Summary: Bradley agrees to take part in Jakes Fantasy of being watched as he fucks his wife.

Words: 3k

Warnings: pure smut MDNI!! voyeurism, bit of daddy kink, spanking, oral (f! receiving), tiny bit of Hangster tension, masturbation (f! and m!), dirty talk,

A/N: comments and rebloggs are always deeply appreciated

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“Are you one hundred percent sure, that you want to do this?”, Jake asks you for the fifth time in the last 20 minutes. “I can still call him and cancel that whole thing, I never want to put you in a- “, you cut him off.

“Baby we talked about this a million times. I am absolutely down, and I know that as soon as I feel uncomfortable, you would kick Bradley out before he could say “mustache”, you smile at your husband encouragingly.

“Try to relax a little bit, remember you wanted to put on your best show for Rooster”.

Jake scoffs.

“Honey we both know that I never have to put on a show”, he exaggerates the last word scathingly.

You roll your eyes amused but right before you could joke about how offended he was by a simple word, the doorbell rings.

“Take it easy, Jake. Just go on as we said, you open the door while I go upstairs and get ready. And then the three of us will meet in our bedroom and have some fun, okay?”, you ask reassuringly.

He nods before he presses a short peck onto your lips and made his way to the door, while you went upstairs into the bathroom.

You grab your new set of lingerie, a beautiful green one which left barely anything so someone’s imagination and put it on in front of your full-length mirror. After you admired yourself for a few seconds, you sit down on the edge of your bathtub, trying to control your breath a little.

The whole thing has been Jakes idea: having someone over who watches the two of you while Jake rails you into the mattress. But after he brought it up you were fully into it and supported his wish.

Knowing how easily possessive he could get over you, you let him decide who would be the lucky one to take part in his fantasy. You fully trusted him with this process and when he brought up Bradley Bradshaw, it barely took you more than 30 seconds to agree to his suggestion.

Today the big day finally arrived and even though you could feel yourself getting a bit nervous, you were just as excited and turned on if not even more.

As you could hear your husband and his best friend coming upstairs and into your bedroom, you took a last deep breath before you re-arrange your boobs shortly, so they looked even bigger and step outside the door, right where the two of them were waiting for you.

Just as you expected, you found Jake sitting on your shared King-size bed, while Bradley already took place in the brown leather armchair, you placed perfectly in front of your bed, which would give him the best view of your husband and you.

“Hey Bradshaw”, you smile at him, trying not to be too awkward.

“Hey, sweetheart”, he grimaces, failing his own attempt to not make the situation seem a bit uneasy.

“So”, you say, finding a seat in Jakes lap, who automatically wraps his arms around your waist. “Did Jake already spoke with you about the rules? And do you have anything on your heart you want me to know before we start?”

Bradley shakes his head. “I honestly have nothing to say and regarding the rules, yes, he told me all of them. I am not allowed to touch either of you, unless I’ve been ask too explicitly but I can touch myself. I am allowed to give him some suggestions on what to do with you and If I feel uncomfortable, I can go at any time.” You nod in agreement.

For a hot minute you already forgot that you are wearing a thin piece of nothing, but as you feel Bradley’s hazel eyes heavy on your pushed up breasts, you were suddenly put back into realization on what you were about to do, feeling a tight knot of excitement building in your lower belly.

You turn your head back to your husband, who put your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, before he presses your head down to kiss you.

It was as if he could feel your slight nervousness, so he gave his best to calm you down by building his kiss up slowly.

He lovingly nips on your lower lip before he soothes it with the tip of his tongue, one of his hands wandering from your waist to your ass check which he squeezes lightly. His tongue found its way between your plush lips, while the kiss grew hotter and more passionate. As he lets go of you, you could feel his now hard cock press against your barely clothed center on which you could already see a dark patch.

Jake now heaves you up from his lap, positioning you right in front of Bradley’s chair, who had watched your short make up scene with dark eyes. Your husband sits down at the end of the bed, where he has a similar view of you as his best friend has.

“Honey, don’t you want to show our guest what’s hiding under this beautiful set?”, the blonde smirks at you.

You nod coyly, your hands finding their way to your bra cups. You slowly put one out after the other, kneading them in a steady rhythm before you hardly pinch your nipples, moaning softly just as you know your husband loves it.

“Get rid off that whole thing. Now”, Bradley commands in a raspy voice, unzipping his pants while he spoke. Jakes gaze finds yours and as he nods in agreement your hands wander to the zipper between your breasts.

As you pull yourself out of the lingerie your eyes never left Bradley’s.

“Isn’t she the most stunning woman you ever saw, Bradshaw”, the blonde asks his friend who hums in agreement.

“Honey, why don’t you get in the middle of the bed and show us how wet you already are?”

You did as you were told, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed, hips lightly lifted, and legs spread as wide as possible. Even though you could not see your own core, the dark gleam in Jakes and Bradley’s eyes told you that you must be glistening with your own slick.

“So soaked already honey?”, your husband teases, while he pulls his throbbing cock out of his boxer briefs.

“Haven’t really touched you yet and you are already a mess. I Think you should touch yourself before you get my cock. We don’t want Bradley thinking that you get anything without earning it before, don’t we?”

You nod eagerly, your fingers already gliding through your folds to collect your wetness and bring it right up to your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles around it.

Soft moans were leaving your lips as you continue your movements on your nub, as you heard Bradley’s deep voice again.

“Pinch your nipples again, sweetheart. Want to hear you sweet sounds grow a little louder”.

As before, you obey immediately, pinching your hard nipples: “Fuck”, you moan bugging your hips against your own hand. It didn’t take much longer until you heard heavy breaths coming from the other side of the room, where Jake and Bradley slowly pump their selves in the same rhythm as you were circling your clit.

“Fuck, Jake. I need more”, you whine.

“Tstsktsktsk”, your husband made, as he left his place at the end of the bed to sit down on the same height where your head was.

“Did you forget how to ask nicely, honey?” Before you could answer you felt a sudden harsh slap on your pussy which makes you moan out loudly.

“Fuck”, you said in the same moment as Bradley did. Jake shows you his signature smirk.

“Try again, baby.”

“Please, please, daddy. I need more. My fingers don’t feel as good as you do. Please I need something more”.

“Good girl”, he praises as he lets his head down to kiss you again. “Bradshaw what do you think she should get? My fingers, my mouth, or my cock?”

“Your mouth”, Bradley states immediately, breathing heavy and voice filled with lust as he spoke. “Want to see how much she can take”.

It does not take Jake more than 10 seconds to obey his friend’s word, setting himself up between your legs. He lets his thick fingers glide through your folds, collecting your slick as you did a couple of minutes ago, before bringing the finger up to his lips, closing his eyes with relish as he tastes you.

“Do you think we should give Bradley a little foretaste of what he is missing?”, the sparkle in his green eyes was devilish. You nod, knowing nothing but another plea would be able to leave your lips if you opened them.

The blonde between your legs repeats his earlier action before he stood up, offering the brunette who was pumping his thick cock, his finger.

It was not the deep groan Bradley let out as soon as the tastes your wetness, but the look in both of their eyes as Jakes finger still stays in Bradley’s mouth after Rooster had already licked it clean, that makes more than clear to you that this was the first but not the last time Rooster would be a guest in your bedroom.

Not that you really cared, you simply wanted to be fucked by your husband.

In a desperate attempt to re-focus Jakes attention on his soaked and naked wife, you wiggle your hips and let out a squeal. “Daddy. Please”.

“Shhh, Honey. Daddy is here”, your husband reassures you, finding his way back between your legs. “You are a bit impatient today. Let’s see if you are really able to take what you are begging for”.

With these words his head dives down to your core, his lips immediately wrap around your clit, sucking harshly on it. “Fuck fuck fuck”, you scream, fingers interwinding with Jakes blonde locks and tugging on them.

Jake eats pussy like a starving man. And you are his last meal.

Being together with Jake for a couple of years now, he had found his way to get you screaming and squirming beneath him within seconds.

He sucks, he nibs, he licks, he nabs at your clit, always changing the motions. He adds a little pressure before he fully takes it away, waiting to hear you beg again.

Begging for his lips to suck you into heaven.

“Fuck. Daddy. I can’t…”, you were not able to form a coherent sentence, your brain feels completely mushy as your husband did anything but reducing the intensity of his torture to your pussy.

Jake groans into your core, as his tongue finds its way to your aching hole, your hips bucking up into his face as he starts to tongue-fuck you.

“God. Daddy, yes. Please don’t stop. Please. Jake”, you brabble as you feel your climax crushing down on you. Your eyes fall shut, and your mouth was open wide in a silent scream, as your husband makes no attempt to let go of your cunt. Quite the opposite was the case, as his tongue found his way back to your overstimulated clit, sucking on it softly.

“Jake”, you whine, tucking on his hair, trying to make him let go of you.

“You begged for him, sweetheart. Now you should be able to take your husband”, Bradley, who you have forgotten about for a hot second, smirks at you, fisting his cock now in a faster pace. “I think she should take your fingers now”, he adds towards Jake, who obeys as soon as he hears the words.

Two of his thick fingers find their way to your neglected hole, which he curls up just right to make them meet the sweet spot in your tight walls.

Your back aches up from the mattress at that feeling, screaming out his name.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, you moan, the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out your cunt filling the room. The air was sticky and hot, sweat pearls down your forehead as you felt your second climax approaching. “Cum for me, Honey”, Jake mumbles against your pussy, sucking your clit accordingly to his finger thrusts.

The high pitch, porn like sounding moan which left you lips the moment you came again, still echoes in your ears as you pull your husband up to meet his lips in a feverish kiss.

Another, deeper moan, leaves your lips as you taste your own release on Jakes tongue.

“Think you are able to take my cock now?”, Jake asks, his forehead pressed onto yours, his right-hand cups your heated cheek.

You nod eagerly, desperate to feel your husband filling you up. Jake manhandles you onto your knees, ass in the air, face turned in the direction where Bradshaw was placed.

Jake comes up behind you, gliding his cock through your folds, using your slick as lube before he puts his cock right where you need him the most. You whine as you can feel him on your entrance but not pushing into you. “I want you to look Bradley in the eyes while I fuck you. If you break eye contact with him, you will regret it. Understand?”, he asks.

“Yes, daddy”, you answer turning your head high, eyes meeting Bradley hazel ones.

“Such a good girl for us, isn’t she, Bradley?”, Jake finally thrusts into you as he asks Bradley, who winks at you at the words.

“She is. A really good girl. Even though she looks like a slut when she lets you fuck her like a dog with bouncing tits while she sounds like a porn star fresh out of a movie”.

You moan out loudly as Jake finds that special spot, his rhythm neither really slow nor really fast but his thrusts were hard.

“Yeah, she is such a good little slut. Always let her daddy use her like he wants. Tell Bradley what you are, Honey.”

“Daddy’s pretty fuck toy”, you answer, eyes shutting close as you feel the tip of Jakes cock brushing your cervix.

“But not a good fuck toy”, Bradley smirks. “Didn’t obey your daddy correctly when closing your eyes”.

Your eyes fly wide open, cursing yourself as Jakes delicious movements stop immediately.

“Oh sugar”, Jakes says with a mimicked sad voice. “I told you, you would be punished, if you don’t keep your eyes on Bradley all the time”.

And without a single warning he slaps the flesh of your ass harshly, while his cock was still buried deep inside your cunt. “Keep your eyes on Bradley and count. If you lose track again, you won’t be cumming again tonight. Got it?”

“Yes daddy”, you whine, eyes meeting Bradley’s again, precum was now leaking from the tip of his cock.

“One”, you count as he slaps you again at the exact same point as before.

“Two”.

“Three”.

“Four”.

At the fifth slap you were not able to hold back a deep moan as his hand meets your red and hot skin.

“She really is a slut. Getting off by her punishment”, Bradley grins.

“Jealous, Rooster?”, the blonde behind you asks, as he meets your ass for the sixth and seventh slap.

“Just a tiny bit”, Bradley grumbles.

The last three slaps followed quickly before Jake presses a kiss to your sweaty shoulder and reminded you of his rules again.

He then starts to set a fast, hard pace. His cock brushing your cervix again and again.

“Such a good girl”, he praises you. “Took your punishment so well. Such a pretty slut for me and Bradley. Going to fill you up so nice with my cum, honey. Mark you up, so Rooster never forgets that he is allowed to look but never to touch you”.

Jake brabbles, his grips on your hips becoming stronger, the both of you knowing very well that there will be bruises the next day.

“Look at him, Baby. How the poor guy fists his cock, looking at you but knowing that he will never be able to have you. Having to see your beautiful tits bounce but he will never be allowed to hear your soft moans when he sucks them gently, just like you love it. Fuck.

You are just mine to fuck. Mine to breed. Mine to care for. Mine to love. My wife”.

You moan in agreement, not able to form a sentence while you desperately try to let your gaze stay interlocked with the heavy breathing man in front of you.

“Isn’t that what you want, Bradshaw? Fucking my wife? Feeling her hot walls clench around you dick? Feel her plush lips on your neck?”

“Fuck yes”, Bradley moans, his hand movements become frantically.

“Fuck, Jake, s’close”, you moan.

“I know, Baby. I feel you. M’close too. Bradshaw?”, he asks his friend, who then nods.

“Want us to come together”, you say, begging Bradley with your eyes to agree to this.

“Fuck, yes”, both of them said at the same time.

Jake picks up his pace, Bradley’s hand movement follows so that he was fucking himself in the same rhythm as Jake was fucking you.

“3”, Jake starts to count down.

“2”, Bradley moans deeply, as he saw your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“1”, you scream out, as you reach your climax as the boys reach theirs.

You saw white streaks of cum flooding out of Bradley’s cock as Jake feels you up with his, marking you as he promised too. Your body collapsed onto the sheets, your breath heavy, and a bit irregular. You close your eyes, as you feel Jake pulling out of you.

“Honey are you with me?”, your husband asks, as he rubs soothing circles on your back before he picks you up into his lap, cuddling you close.

You nod, your throat feels dry from begging and moaning for the last hour.

Bradley’s eyes meet yours, as he reaches out for the wipes Jake has placed on the desk next to him, to clean himself up.

“That was insane”, he states, voice sounding hoarse.

“Indeed”, Jake agrees, pressing a kiss onto your head.

“Who wants a repetition?”

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blurredcolour · 11 months

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The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

Summary: A last minute decision to layer lingerie under your suit for an end-of-the-work-week boost has unintended consequences that, honestly, none of you mind.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jake “Seresin” Hangman x Female Reader [Hangster x Female Reader Polyamorous Relationship – Established]

Warnings: Smut, Filth, No Plot, Reader Has an Office Job, Bottom Rooster, Mature/Explicit Themes [threesome – m/m/f, face-sitting – f receiving, manual stimulation – m/f receiving, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, lube] – 18+ Only.

Credit: unknown

Word Count: 2383

A sigh fell from your lips as you missed the keyhole for the second time, lazily sliding the metal tip across the face of the deadbolt – a bad habit which drove Jake insane – but you were too tired, frustrated, and impatient to worry about that right now. The key slid home and you gratefully turned the lock, pushing the door open to your shared home, nearly tripping over a discarded pair of khaki pants.

Clearly you were not the only one suffering from impatience this evening. You tucked your shoes into the front hall closet, locking the front door behind you, before collecting the pants from the tiled entryway. Heading halfway up the stairs, you found the matching uniform shirt with the name tag ‘Bradshaw’ still neatly pinned above the right breast pocket. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you continued up the stairs and down the hall to the primary bedroom where they had left the door open. You leaned against the door frame, Rooster’s uniform cradled in your arms, your breath hitching in your throat as you were treated to the sight of Jake pinning Bradley’s hands above his head, pressing them into the mattress as he straddled his thighs. He leaned down to deliver a searing kiss against his lips, making the man beneath him arch his neck in delight.

The pair of them were always a sight to behold, both at the peak of physical perfection, with the confidence to match. Tonight, was no different; Bradley stripped bare and writhing beneath a still fully clothed Jake, the long light of the evening glowing against their tanned skin. And to your never-ending amazement they had folded you into their committed relationship. Jake’s purr of your name pulled you from the depth of your thoughts and you looked up quickly as Bradley sighed in relief.

“Thank fuck…”

“He’s been a wreck all day.” Jake clarified for you, brow furrowed in a display of mock sympathy as you dropped the discarded clothing in the hamper and stepped over to join him near the foot of the bed as he planted his feet on the hardwood there.

He snaked his arm around your waist as soon as you were within reach, leaning down to kiss you warmly in greeting as you raised up onto the balls of your feet to meet him eagerly. You pulled back and pouted down at Bradley’s heaving chest.

“Poor Rooster…” You teased, but there was a shade of guilt to your comment.

Afterall, it was your fault he was such a mess, cock standing heavy and proud against his abdomen, glistening with precum. You had needed a boost that morning, some motivation to put on your suit and go into the office one more day before the weekend could finally begin, and so you had fetched a set of lace lingerie from the top drawer in your dressing room across the hall. An ordinary bedroom originally, your boys had converted it into a space just for you and your things when you had finally agreed to move in with them.

You had just finished securing the clip of the left silk stocking to your garter strap when Bradley had wandered in, clad only in his boxes, toothbrush still dangling from his lips. You supposed he had been intending to ask a question, but the words had died in his mouth and a dollop of toothpaste froth had fallen onto his chest as he had stared openly. It had taken a concerted effort between yourself and Jake to get Rooster dressed, fed, and out the door on time that morning.

Once Bradley was waiting in the Bronco, however, Jake had taken a moment of his own to slide his hands beneath the skirt of your suit and skim his fingers across the lace hidden there.

“You will be the death of us.” He had parted from you with a firm squeeze to the fleshy globes of your ass before heading to the base with his very needy partner.

The lingerie had done its job, giving you the will to get dressed, the extra confidence at work, and something to look forward to once you got home.

“Sorry I’m so late, my boss called a last-minute meeting on this file.”

“Fuck that guy.” Rooster growled, raising up on his elbows to drink you in, eyes raking down your frame.

“Why would I waste my time doing that when I have you two waiting at home for me?” You licked your lips as you shrugged out of your suit jacket, tossing it in the general direction of the corner chair that tended to collect stray clothes – once again to Jake’s chagrin – before sliding onto the bed beside Bradley.

Cupping his cheek gently, you pressed your lips to his softly in greeting, gasping as he was interested in much more than simply welcoming you home, tongue licking at the seam of your lips and seeking yours heatedly as his hands pulled at your blouse.

Distantly, you heard Jake chuckle while your felt his fingers work at the zipper of your skirt, loosening the waistband so he could pull it over your hips and down your legs. Bradley was not making quite as much headway with your blouse, but his hands hand slipped beneath the fabric to cup your breasts through the lace of your lingerie. You moaned softly against his lips, fingers sliding into his hair eagerly.

The bed dipped behind you before Jake began to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You craned your head to the side, eagerly offering the expanse of skin to him, sliding your leg back over his. You frowned against Bradley’s lips as the silk of your stocking met with the stiff khaki of his uniform pants rather than the defined muscle of his calf. Pecking Rooster’s lips softly, you carefully turned in his arms to face Jake, your hands reaching out to begin remove the offending fabric; no more than a barrier between your touch and his skin at this point.

As you worked at the buttons of his shirt, Jake took advantage of your new position to work your blouse off properly, finishing the work Bradley had started. Bradley, meanwhile, was inflicting delicious torment on the column of your throat while his hands delved between your thighs. He hummed in delight as he found the lace covering your folds damp with arousal, clearly pleased he was not the only one suffering.

Suddenly, unbuckling Jake’s belt seemed like an insurmountable task, your fingers clumsy as Bradley’s skillfully delved beneath the thin fabric, lazily tracing along your slit to collect your arousal before the pad of his index finger grazed your clit at last. You whimpered needily as your hips jerked forward, seeking more friction, while your hands yanked Jake’s belt open ruthlessly. He nipped your lip in response.

“Rooster’s got you now, hasn’t he, pretty girl.” He drawled against your jaw, and you nodded sharply.

“Fuck…” You whined as Bradley began circling your bundle of nerves, his cock pressing insistently at the cleft of your ass as he nipped and sucked along your shoulder.

The rasp of his mustache against your skin had you shivering and drew your nipples into stiff peaks against the lace covering your breasts. Jake licked his lips, pupils expanding to devour the green of his irises at the sight before him. Bowing his head to seal his lips over one tender point, he sucked a damp spot though the fabric. Your eyes rolled back in your head for a moment, all focus lost in a haze of pleasure.

The brief moment of clarity afforded to you when Jake turned his attentions to your other nipple was just enough to have you redoubling your efforts, opening his fly and sliding your hand into his pants. You began to palm his neglected cock through his boxer briefs as Bradley sank a finger into your wet heat, causing you to rock your hips back against his length eagerly. A chorus of moans filled the bedroom.

“Lift your leg for me pretty girl” Bradley murmured huskily against your ear, and you nodded, breaths falling thickly from your lips as you raised your top leg to tuck it behind his calves, providing him better access.

A second finger promptly joined the first, your head hanging forward until Jake slid up obligingly to kiss you deeply. You keened eagerly at the taste of him as his tongue invaded your mouth, spurring your hand into action past the waistband of his underwear to wrap around his length, fist stroking along him in time with the thrust of Rooster’s fingers.

Jake was still far too clothed but laying on his side and with you under Rooster’s onslaught, there was no way you were getting his undershirt over his head, so you settled for sliding your free hand along his skin beneath the white fabric, reveling in the twitch of his muscles in response to your touch.

“Fuck I wanna taste you, pretty girl…” Rooster whined, teeth running along the shell of your ear. “Can you sit on my face?”

Pulling your lips back from Jake’s you looked into his green eyes. “What does Jake want?”

“I just need to be inside somebody…” He swallowed visibly, voice rough and Texas drawl thickened by arousal.

“Does Rooster deserve a treat for his suffering?”

There was a ragged moan behind you in response that had both you and Jake grinning.

“Rooster in the middle it is.” You murmured, the three of you carefully disentangled your bodies to leave Bradley in place on the bed while you fully stripped Jake.

After draping his clothing over the chair, you started to remove at least some of your lingerie, but Jake quickly set his hands over yours.

“You look far too pretty to take that off, I’m sure Rooster can slide whatever he needs to out of the way?”

You looked over to Bradley who nodded emphatically, making your skin heat up.

“Far too pretty.” He concurred.

“Pretty as a picture.” Jake affirmed and took your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, delivering a knee-weakening kiss before guiding you up onto the bed to straddle Rooster’s face.

While the feel of Bradley’s mustache against your clit was transcendent, you chose to face the foot of the bed this evening, drinking in the sight of Jake as he came to stand between Rooster’s thighs with the bottle of lube. You wobbled slightly as Bradley pulled the fabric aside, licking a broad stripe along your folds with his warm tongue, having nothing to brace yourself against. He paused to ask if you were all right and you quickly affirmed you were, clenching your thighs to better prepare as he resumed his attentions.

Whimpers and praises fell from your lips as his lips sought your clit, lapped at your slick, circled your entrance. As Jake began to work Bradley open, he moaned raggedly beneath you, making you slump forward to plant your hands against his chest and grind against his chin slightly. Eyes locked on yours, Jake gradually added two, and then three fingers to Bradley’s silky warmth, stretching and readying him to take his cock, while he indulgently stroked his own length with his free hand.

“Like what you see, pretty girl?” Jake grinned lopsidedly.

“Uhn…you know I do…Hungman…” You bit you lip as his nostrils flared, his grip tightening on his cock briefly before he pulled his fingers from Rooster. There was a whine against your clit at the loss.

Adding a generous coating of lube to his cock, Jake shifted forward to sink slowly into Bradley’s warmth, making his head fall back from your cunt with a ragged moan. You watched avidly as Jake’s eyelids fluttered shut, his chest rising and falling with deep, controlled breaths. He slowly pulled his hips back only to rock forward once more, both men groaning hungrily at the sensation.

Bradley seemed too far gone, his task all but forgotten with each thrust of Jake’s hips, the only sensation between your thighs was pants and whimpers as he clung to your hips.

“Pretty girl come here…” Jake slowed his hips and beckoned you closer.

Mindful of Bradley’s limbs, you crawled down his body into Jake’s arms. He ushered you to turn your back to his chest, pulling your lingerie aside and guided Rooster’s cock into your entrance. Your head fell back against Jake’s shoulder as you cursed thickly at the stretch of his length inside you as you sank down onto generous length. Likewise, Bradley groaned your name and dug his fingers into your thighs, grinding up against you as best he could while impaled on Jake’s cock.

“Heaven…” He ground out.

“Uh huh….” You agreed, turning your head to brush your lips against Jake’s in gratitude before stretching forward along Bradley’s chest to allow Jake to resume his thrusts.

Each snap of Jake’s hips against Rooster’s had you rocking forward against his pelvis, grinding your clit against his neatly kempt body hair. Jake gripped your left shoulder in one hand and Bradley’s right bicep with the other, driving the three of you closer and closer the climax with each thrust as a sheen of sweat coated your intermingled bodies in the fading light of the evening.

“Fuck, Jake…”

“Bradley, you’re so tight…”

“Oh christ, yes…”

“Please…don’t stop…”

“Pretty girl I’m gonna fill that pretty cunt…”

Bradley’s warning had you clenching around him involuntary, sending him spiraling into orgasm with a harsh shout of your name as he filled you with hot ropes of cum, his cheeks flushed pink with pleasure, eyes clenched shut.

You shuddered at the sight and feel of his climax, arching your back with an anguished moan of your own as he pulled you under, your muscles spasming around him tightly. Jake huffed behind you, increasing the pace of his thrusts before he swore rather creatively, hips undulating as he wrung every drop of release from his body.

Once everyone was cleaned up and nestled into bed, Rooster still in pride of place in the middle grinning up at the ceiling in a haze of satiated exhaustion, Jake lifted his head to meet your eyes over Bradley’s sun-kissed, chestnut curls.

“Lingerie every Friday?”

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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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it’s to you i will always return || b.b & j.s

Summary: Missing her boys while they’re on deployment.

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw x f!reader

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Six months without her boyfriends was a long time. Both Bradley and Jake were away on deployment, leaving her by herself in their house. Work had mostly kept her busy but going to sleep and waking up alone was getting tiresome. Especially today. It was their two year anniversary. They had both expressed their discontent on being away on this day but she had assured them it was alright and they could celebrate when they got back home.

She didn’t even know where they were. The details had been few and both had apologised over and over. She never blamed them. She knew what she signed up for when their whole relationship started. She could almost say she was used to it. Her dad would be gone for months at a time when she was a kid. But it was somehow different when it was your significant other.

Deciding there was no point in moping around all day, she got up to take a shower, hoping it would make her feel better. It didn’t. She had hoped there would be a text message or something waiting for her but no such luck. She knew they were busy and communication was difficult but it was still their special day.

Breakfast was dull, a sad excuse really. Not even the coffee could make her feel better. The picture of the three of them in Bali stared back at her from its place on the living room wall. She smiled as she thought back on the vacation.

The boys had managed to get some time off and surprised her with a two-week long vacation to Bali. They had booked a beautiful resort and they had spent two weeks basking in the sun, surfing and no work. It was wonderful. She never wanted it to end. All three of them had busy schedules and while they always made time for each other, uninterrupted time was rare.

Her phone brought her back to reality, pinging with a text message. Excited that it might be one of the boys, she was disappointed when it was her father, asking if she wouldn’t mind swinging by his house and picking up something he’d forgotten for work.

Having the day off and nothing better to do, she threw out the rest of her toast and headed for Bradley’s Bronco. She picked up a latte on her way to her fathers house, letting herself inside.

Spooky greeted her at the door, meowing for attention. Her mother was outside by the pool so she headed outside, the cat hot on her trail.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were home. Dad asked me to grab some papers.”

Turned out her mother had an appointment and was on her so they made small talk until she was to leave. Her mother made her promise to come to dinner on Friday and she agreed. It was better than sitting alone in her house, eating takeout. And she hadn’t spent time with her parents lately.

The drive to base was short and she walked through security easily enough. Everyone knew who she was by now and it used to bother her when she was younger. Now she just smiled. Her father was a respected man and there was no reason to be embarrassed.

She bumped into Warlock outside her fathers office, smiling brightly at her.

“Hello dear, here to see your father?” She liked Warlock. He was kind and he often indulged in stories about her father while at school. And his stories about his own career always fascinated her as a child.

“He asked me to bring some papers he forgot. Is he in his office?” He nodded and wished her a good day before disappearing down the hall.

She knocked twice and waited. She didn’t want to disturb if he had someone in there with him. At his permission, she opened the door and walked inside, already reaching to give him the papers.

“Hi sweetheart, thanks for grabbing them.” He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, a rare smile on his face. Beau Simpson was mostly a stoic man but she had never doubted that he loved her.

“Hi. It’s no problem, I didn't have much else going on today.” She couldn’t keep the bitterness out of her voice and her father noticed. He opened his mouth to say something but she beat him to it.

“I know dad. It just sucks, I can’t help it. You don’t know anything so you?” Beau smiled at his daughter.

“Honey even if I did, you know I can’t say.” She sank into the chair opposite him. Her phone hadn’t announced a message when she checked it and the disappointment grew.

“I know that it's difficult to get in touch but it’s our anniversary.” She wasn’t complaining, not really. The phone on her fathers desk interrupted Beau from answering her. She paid him no attention, opting to look out the window at the jets.

“Honey I just need to step away for a moment, you can stay if you’d like. I’ll be back in about a half hour.” She waved him off, hearing the faint rumble of the planes taking off in the distance.

She heard the door opening and answered without turning around.

“Admiral Simpson isn’t here, sorry.”

“Uh, that’s fine, we’re not here for him.” Bradley’s voice had her spinning in the chair, almost falling off it in her excitement.

Bradley and Jake stood in the doorway, bags hanging off their shoulders, matching smiles. She threw herself at them, a sob catching in her throat.

“You’re here.”

“Of course. Couldn’t let our girl spend our 2 year anniversary by herself.” Jake pressed a kiss to her head.

“You remembered?”

“Sweetheart, did you really think we forgot?” Bradley dropped his bag to the floor, taking a step back to observe her.

“Well..”

“Baby, no matter what, we’ll always be here for the important dates as often as possible. We promised, remember?”

Long ago, early in their relationship, both of them had promised that they would always try and be home for anniversaries and the like.

“Now stop your crying darlin’. How about we take you home and grab some lunch on the way?” Jake was still holding her, looking down with a smile on his face. She looked over at Brad and held out her hand. He stepped back into the embrace and she relaxed into their arms, happy to finally be together with them again.

“That sounds amazing.”

They had made that promise years ago, before they even became a serious item. But they had never forgotten. They always remembered.

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Angel By the Wing - Twenty Eight

chapter warnings: pregnancy, alcohol (it's a bar so)

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Despite the fact that this had never been your plan, that you were pregnant and couldn’t even drink, and you were bone tired, the Hard Deck seemed to be your happy place. The dark wood stained with rings from years of cold beer bottles enveloped you the moment you walked in. The walls were lined with memorabilia and photos of patrons, both civilians and servicemembers. Penny bought this place from a couple who opened it back in the 80s. The classic old bar feel was attributed to the fact that it truly was a classic old bar. The jukebox had been replaced so it could still play, but the music was usually rock from the past few decades.

There was something about this place that made you feel alive. You loved it here.

“How are you feeling?” Chelsea asked once you slid behind the bar to help her with the day’s prep.

“I am fine. Baby is fine. The boys literally pouted this morning when they realized they weren’t going to be able to come with me to the doctor,” you recounted. The bar had just opened at four and only a few customers were here. They were the typical crowd who wanted the bar experience but didn’t want to be here when it was a raucous mess.

A few orders for burgers and some appetizers were being worked on in the kitchen, so that left you to help Chelsea fix up the bar and take inventory of what bottles you had for the night.

“Oh, how far along are you?” A soft voice interrupted your counting. You looked up to find a woman seated at the bar. She was older, around Penny’s age, with a soft, plump face and bright green eyes. You offered her a polite smile, figuring she had just stopped off the plane considering she had a suitcase leaning up against her.

“Almost ten weeks.”

Her nose wrinkled up and she let out a hiss between her teeth. “First trimester is the worst, in my opinion. The nausea is always brutal.”

“Oh, my morning sickness hasn’t been too bad. It’s the fatigue that gets me.”

She nodded. “It’s as if the more you sleep, the more tired you are.”

“So it’s not just me? Thank god, it feels like I’m being drained of all energy.”

She laughed and shook her head. “No, it’s common. So this is your first?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Your smile softened at the thought of the ultrasound photo pinned to the fridge in your apartment. You don’t know when it shifted from “Jake’s place” to your place. From Bradley’s inability to put his shoes away to Jake’s propensity to strip off his sweaty workout clothes the second he walked in the front door to your collection of random pens ending up strewn across any and all surfaces in the house. The townhome with its two bedrooms, one for the three of you packed in tightly in the king sized bed and one that was a guest room for now but the soft whispers in the morning about what color should you paint the walls for the nursery was changing things.

“You must be very excited,” she continued.

“And nervous. Can I get you anything to drink? Eat?”

“A Long Island ice tea would be fantastic.”

Quick and simple. You placed the drink in front of her on top of a napkin and smiled. “What brings you to San Diego?”

She took a sip from her drink and waved her hand in the air. “Oh, you don’t need to listen to my life story. I’m sure you have to do this all night.”

Maybe so, but she was a lot nicer and more sober than your usual customers who slurred through sobbing tales about cheating exes and shitty bosses. You shrugged and grabbed a clean rag to work on wiping down the counter.

“If I didn’t want to hear about people’s lives, I would become an accountant or something.” Your smile grew. “So if you don’t tell me, I’m just going to have to come up with ideas. You’re a billionaire boss lady in town for a huge investment meeting. You’re a CIA agent who is trying to get information out of me, but I gotta warn you that I don’t know anything of importance. Or maybe you’re a travel blogger on the hunt for the best beaches in the world.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “No, no. Nothing like that. I’m just here to visit family.”

“And your first stop was a bar? Jeez, is your family that bad?”

Her smile fell slightly and you paused in your cleaning. “No. My son is amazing. Both of my kids are the absolute fucking light of my life. But I don’t know if this will be a happy trip.”

“Why’s that?”

She considered you for a moment, her head tilting to the side in a way that reminded you of Jake in the morning when he woke up too early and couldn’t process any words you said. Her lips curved up into a soft smile and she sighed.

“I’m not drunk enough yet for that conversation. Tell me about you. How are you feeling about becoming a mom?”

The words spilled out of you before you could stop them. You were a mixture of fear and elation, but you were starting to truly believe in this little family you had created. Two men saw the flaws in you and pushed past them. Penny and Sarah were the mothers you had craved your whole life. Natasha, Sofia, and Amelia were your sisters that you always dreamed of having.

Your cheeks ached from the smile that clung to your lips and you brightened as the door opened. Waving in greeting, Natasha and Sofia made their entrance and then went to claim their usual table. Their presence meant that the rest of the Dagger Squad would be on their way. Thanks to Sofia working as a medical receptionist on base, the couple carpooled to work and back.

“Give me one sec,” you told your faithful listener and turned to grab a beer for Natasha and a mojito for Sofia. You were finishing off the garnish on the mojito when two arms wrapped around your middle. Lips peppered your cheeks and the rough, scratchy beard immediately clued you into who it was.

“Hey, you two are not supposed to be behind the bar!” you chided. Bradley ignored your protests and instead buried his face against your neck. You sighed and shuffled yourself around so you could see the infamous Jake Seresin smirk.

“What is wrong with him?” you deadpanned.

“Sorry for missing you, darlin’. How’s you and baby doing?” The stitches on your arm stung when you pulled your arm to the side, but everything else was perfectly fine. When you told them as such, the relief on their faces was instant.

“C’mere, Tex,” you hummed. He settled his hands on your waist and bent his head down to lay a kiss on Bradley’s curls and then to your lips. You stopped him before he could deepen the kiss and shook your head with a laugh.

“Grab some beers, take these over to the others, and shoo. Go. Let me do my job.”

“Can you blame us for wanting to be with our girls all the time?” Bradley teased but he untangled himself from you. You rolled your eyes but the smile never left your face.

Until Jake turned around and met the eyes of the woman you spent the better part of an hour chatting with. He stilled and nearly dropped the beer he was holding if you hadn’t reached out and grabbed it.

“Mom?” Jake blurted out.

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Eternal embrace: Chp 1

Series set in a world where gods and mythical beings coexist, their lives intertwined by fate, duty, and love. At its heart lies the tale of Y/n, the goddess of sun, love, and war, and her journey through the trials and tribulations of divine existence.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader x Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Warning: Fluff, flirting, smut hints, mentions of war

In the heart of his realm, amidst the sprawling expanse of shadow-drenched lands, Jake stands within the towering walls of his ancient castle. Darkness clings to every stone and crevice, an ever-present shroud that veils his domain in an eerie stillness.

From the grand halls to the deepest dungeons, the darkness holds sway, casting long, twisting shadows that seem to dance and writhe with a life of their own. Yet amidst the gloom, there is a sense of quietude, a solemnity that permeates the very air.

As Jake surveys his kingdom from the balcony of his castle, his gaze sweeps across the vast expanse of his domain, taking in the sprawling forests and rugged mountains that stretch into the horizon. The night sky above is a tapestry of stars, their distant light a stark contrast to the velvety blackness that surrounds them.

But even in the depths of his solitude, Jake cannot shake the feeling of longing that gnaws at his heart. It is a feeling as ancient as time itself, a yearning for the one whose absence weighs heavily upon him, whose presence he feels like an ache in his soul.

With a heavy sigh, Jake turns away from the balcony, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls as he retreats into the darkness of his castle. Though he is surrounded by the trappings of power and majesty, there is a hollowness within him, a void that cannot be filled by the riches of his kingdom.

For in the silence of the night, amidst the whispers of the shadows, Jake finds himself haunted by memories of a love lost, a love that transcends the boundaries of their immortal existence. And as he stands alone in the darkness, he knows that until the day comes when he can once again hold Y/n in his arms, his realm will remain but a hollow shell, a mere shadow of what it could be with her by his side.

In the heart of his realm, amidst the swirling darkness that cloaks his domain, Jake stands as a solitary figure within the towering walls of his castle. The night stretches out before him like an endless expanse of obsidian, the stars above casting their cold light upon the land below.

Within the depths of his fortress, the air is heavy with a sense of foreboding, a palpable tension that hangs like a shroud. Shadows dance along the stone walls, their movements whispering secrets lost to time, while the faint echo of distant thunder rumbles in the distance, a reminder of Jake's own tempestuous nature.

As he paces the length of the grand hall, his footsteps echoing in the silence, Jake's thoughts are consumed by memories of Y/n, the goddess whose absence leaves a gaping void in his heart. Each flickering torch casts long, twisting shadows that seem to mock his longing, their jagged edges a cruel reminder of the barriers that separate them.

With a heavy heart, Jake ascends the winding staircase to the highest tower of his castle, seeking solace in the solitude of the night. From his vantage point, he surveys the land below, the darkness stretching out in every direction like a vast, unending abyss.

In the distance, a lone wolf's howl pierces the stillness of the night, its mournful cry a haunting echo of Jake's own sense of loss. For as the god of night, he is intimately familiar with the darkness that surrounds him, but it is the absence of Y/n's light that leaves him feeling truly alone.

As the hours pass and the night wears on, Jake finds himself consumed by a sense of restless longing, his thoughts drifting to the one he holds dear. And as he gazes out into the starlit sky, he knows that until the day comes when they can be reunited, his realm will remain a desolate wasteland, a kingdom ruled by shadows and haunted by the ghost of a love lost.

With a flicker of curiosity, Jake accepts the letter from the servant, its parchment worn and weathered from its journey through the night. As he breaks the seal and unfolds the missive, his eyes scan the words penned in Bradley's hand, each line carrying a weighty significance.

Bradley's call to arms comes as no surprise to Jake, for the rumblings of war have long echoed through the halls of the divine realms. Yet the urgency in his words sends a chill down Jake's spine, a grim reminder of the impending conflict that looms on the horizon.

With a heavy sigh, Jake crumples the letter in his hand, the weight of his decision pressing upon him like a leaden cloak. Though his allegiance lies with his fellow gods, the prospect of joining forces with Bradley fills him with a sense of unease, for their history is fraught with tension and mistrust.

But in the face of a common enemy, Jake knows that he cannot afford to let old grievances stand in the way of their survival. With a resigned nod, he sets out to answer Bradley's summons, his heart heavy with the knowledge that the coming war will test not only their strength, but their resolve as well.

For as the darkness gathers on the horizon and the false gods amass their forces, Jake knows that the fate of their realms hangs in the balance. And though the road ahead may be fraught with danger and uncertainty, he vows to stand alongside Bradley and his fellow gods, ready to face whatever trials may come in the battle that lies ahead.

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As Y/n's eyes flutter open, she is met with the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a warm embrace over the room. Yet, as she stirs from her slumber, a sense of disorientation washes over her, accompanied by a chill that seeps into her bones.

Instinctively, her hand reaches out to the empty space beside her, seeking the familiar warmth of Bradley's embrace. But instead of finding solace in his presence, she is met with the cold emptiness of the sheets, the absence of his warmth a stark reminder of his absence.

Confusion clouds her thoughts as she sits up, the events of the previous night slowly trickling back into her consciousness. She remembers the tender moments shared with Bradley, the whispered promises and the silent reassurances exchanged beneath the stars.

But now, as she finds herself alone in their shared chambers, a sense of unease settles in the pit of her stomach. Where has Bradley gone? And why does his side of the bed feel so cold, as though he has been absent for much longer than just a few hours?

As Y/n wraps the sheets around her form, a sense of foreboding grips her heart, a nagging fear that something is amiss. With a determined resolve, she sets out to find answers, her steps echoing through the empty halls as she searches for any sign of her beloved Bradley, praying that he is safe and sound, wherever he may be.

With each step she takes, Y/n's mind races with worry and uncertainty, the echo of her footfalls a solemn rhythm in the stillness of the morning. As she navigates the familiar corridors of their shared abode, her senses keenly attuned to any sign of Bradley's presence, her heart clenches with a growing sense of apprehension.

The silence that envelops the castle feels oppressive, suffocating, as though the very walls themselves hold their breath in anticipation of some unseen threat. Y/n's pulse quickens with each passing moment, her anxiety mounting with every empty room and deserted corridor she encounters.

Finally, she reaches the grand hall, its vast expanse bathed in the soft light of dawn streaming through stained glass windows. But even in the midst of such grandeur, there is an emptiness that lingers, a void that echoes with the absence of Bradley's familiar presence.

As she approaches the far end of the hall, her eyes fall upon a small table, upon which rests an unopened envelope bearing Bradley's seal. With a mixture of relief and trepidation, Y/n reaches out and retrieves the envelope, her fingers trembling slightly as she breaks the seal and unfolds the letter within.

As she reads Bradley's words, her heart swells with a mixture of emotions: relief, concern, and determination. The letter speaks of urgent matters, of a looming threat that requires his immediate attention. And though his absence weighs heavily upon her, Y/n knows that Bradley's duty as a god compels him to face this challenge head-on.

With a steadying breath, Y/n sets aside her own fears and resolves to stand by Bradley's side, whatever may come. For in the bond that unites them, she finds strength and courage, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that threatens to engulf them.

And so, with the letter clutched tightly in her hand, Y/n sets out to prepare for the trials that lie ahead, her resolve unshakable as she faces the uncertainty of the future with unwavering determination.

As Y/n opens the envelope, a sense of anticipation fills the air, mingling with the lingering traces of worry that have clouded her thoughts since awakening to find Bradley's side of the bed cold and empty. Her fingers delicately unfold the letter, revealing Bradley's familiar handwriting inscribed upon the parchment.

As she reads his words, a mixture of relief and concern washes over her. Bradley's message speaks of impending danger, of a looming threat that casts a shadow over their realm. Yet amidst the urgency of his tone, there is also a reassurance, a reminder of his unwavering commitment to their cause.

With each passing sentence, Y/n's resolve strengthens, her determination to stand by Bradley's side unwavering in the face of adversity. Though his absence weighs heavily upon her heart, she knows that their bond is stronger than any obstacle they may face.

As she reaches the end of the letter, Y/n feels a sense of purpose settle over her, a clarity of vision that banishes the lingering doubts and fears that have plagued her mind. With a deep breath, she folds the letter once more, tucking it safely away as she prepares to face the challenges that lie ahead.

For in Bradley's words, she finds not only guidance but also hope—a beacon of light in the darkness that threatens to engulf them. And as she sets out to join him in the battle that looms on the horizon, Y/n knows that together, they will overcome whatever trials may come, their bond as unbreakable as the dawn that heralds a new day.

With each word she reads, Y/n feels a surge of emotions welling up within her—relief that Bradley is safe, concern for the danger that looms ahead, and a fierce determination to stand by his side no matter the cost. As she absorbs the gravity of the situation outlined in the letter, her mind races with plans and strategies to aid Bradley in facing the impending threat.

With a steady hand, she folds the letter once more, tucking it away as she rises from her seat with purpose. The weight of responsibility settles upon her shoulders, but she wears it with a resolute determination, ready to meet the challenges that lie ahead.

Before she sets out to join Bradley, Y/n takes a moment to gather her strength, drawing upon the power of her divine heritage. As the goddess of sun, love, and light, she channels the warmth of her domain, allowing its radiant energy to suffuse her being with courage and resolve.

With each breath, Y/n feels her spirit lift, her heart alight with the flames of determination. She knows that the road ahead will be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but she also knows that she does not face it alone.

With one last glance around the room, Y/n steps out into the dawn, her gaze fixed upon the horizon where Bradley awaits. Though the journey ahead may be perilous, she walks it with her head held high, her faith in their bond unshakeable and her resolve unwavering.

For as long as there are stars in the sky and love in her heart, Y/n knows that she will persevere, standing side by side with Bradley as they face the darkness together, their souls bound by a love that transcends even the greatest of trials.

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In the solemn grandeur of Jake's throne room, the air thick with anticipation, Bradley and Jake sit side by side, their expressions grave as they discuss the looming threat that hangs over their realms. Shadows dance along the walls, casting a flickering light upon the ancient tapestries that adorn the chamber.

"You see, Jake," Bradley starts, his voice low and tinged with concern, "I've been hearin' whispers, rumors spreadin' like wildfire among the gods. Seems High Lord Maverick's tryin' to sweep this whole war business under the rug, keepin' it hush-hush from the rest of us."

Jake's brow furrows in contemplation as he leans forward, his eyes narrowing with a hint of suspicion. "And ya reckon there's any truth to these rumors, Bradley?" he asks, his voice a deep rumble that reverberates through the room.

"Aye, that's what's got me worried," Bradley responds, his tone sombre. "Javy, the god of fire, and his missus, Phoenix, they're thinkin' the same thing. Been hearin' whispers among the flames, secrets that can't stay hidden forever."

At that moment, the doors to the throne room burst open, and in strides Javy, his fiery presence filling the chamber with an undeniable intensity. "Bradley ain't wrong, Jake," he declares, his voice crackling with the heat of his conviction. "We've been keepin' an eye on this whole situation, and somethin' just don't sit right."

Beside him, Phoenix nods in agreement, her eyes blazing with determination. "The flames don't lie, Jake," she adds, her voice as fierce as the infernos she commands. "There's a storm brewin', and if we don't act fast, it'll consume us all."

As the weight of their words settles upon them, Bradley, Jake, Javy, and Phoenix exchange a knowing glance, a silent pact forged in the crucible of their shared determination. For in the face of adversity, they stand united, ready to confront the darkness that threatens to engulf their world and defend it with every fiber of their being.

And as they rise from their thrones, their resolve unyielding and their spirits alight with the flames of defiance, they know that the battle ahead will be long and arduous. But with their strength combined, they stand ready to face whatever trials may come, for they are gods, and together, they are unstoppable.

As they stand together in the midst of Jake's throne room, a heavy silence descends upon them, each god contemplating the gravity of the situation that has brought them together. The flickering torches cast long shadows that dance across the walls, a silent testament to the uncertainty that looms on the horizon.

Finally, it is Jake who breaks the silence, his voice resonating with a quiet determination. "We cannot afford to ignore these warnings," he declares, his words carrying the weight of his authority. "If Maverick truly seeks to deny the reality of this war, then we must act swiftly to uncover the truth."

Bradley nods in agreement, his features set in a determined expression. "Aye, we must gather our allies and prepare for the worst," he replies, his voice steady despite the undercurrent of tension that fills the room.

Javy steps forward, his fiery gaze burning with a fierce resolve. "I'll rally the flames to our cause," he declares, his voice crackling with the heat of his conviction. "Together, we'll bring light to the darkness and expose Maverick's deceit for all to see."

Phoenix adds her voice to the chorus of determination, her fiery spirit unyielding in the face of adversity. "And I'll stand by your side, Javy," she vows, her eyes flashing with unwavering resolve. "For where there is fire, there is also renewal and strength."

With their plans set in motion, the four gods exchange a solemn nod, a silent promise to stand united in the face of whatever challenges may come their way. For they know that the road ahead will be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but with their strength combined, they are prepared to face whatever trials may come.

And as they prepare to embark on their journey, their hearts filled with determination and their spirits alight with the flames of defiance, they know that together, they are unstoppable. For they are gods, and in the face of darkness, they will shine as beacons of hope and strength for all who stand beside them

As Jake turns to Bradley, a flicker of concern crosses his features, his eyes searching for reassurance in his companion's gaze. "What of Payback, Fanboy, and Bob?" he inquires, his voice tinged with a note of urgency. "Will they join us in our cause?"

Bradley's brow furrows as he considers Jake's question, his mind racing with possibilities. "Aye, they're key players in this game," he replies, his voice steady despite the weight of responsibility that hangs heavy upon his shoulders. "I'll reach out to them, make sure they're aware of the danger that lurks in the shadows."

With a resolute nod, Jake acknowledges Bradley's words, a silent understanding passing between them. In times of crisis, alliances must be forged and alliances must be honored, for the fate of their realms hangs in the balance.

And so, with a shared determination, Bradley sets out to seek the aid of Payback, the god of water, Fanboy, the god of animals, and Bob, the god of nature. For in their unity lies the strength to confront the darkness that threatens to engulf their world, and together, they will stand as guardians against the tide of chaos and destruction.

With a hint of hesitation, Jake casts a wary glance at Bradley, his expression betraying the weight of his next question. "And what of... Y/n?" he asks, the name lingering on his lips like a whispered prayer. "Do you think she will join us in this fight?"

Bradley's gaze softens at the mention of Y/n's name, a flicker of empathy shining in his eyes. He understands the complexities of their relationship, the bonds that tie them together even in the face of adversity. "I reckon she will," he replies, his voice gentle yet resolute. "Y/n may be the goddess of sun, love, and light, but she's got a fierce spirit when it comes to protectin' what she holds dear."

Though his heart is heavy with uncertainty, Jake nods in acknowledgment of Bradley's words, a silent acknowledgment of the truth they hold. For Y/n's allegiance is not easily won, but when the call to arms sounds, she has always answered with unwavering courage and resolve.

And so, with a shared understanding of the challenges that lie ahead, Bradley and Jake prepare to reach out to Y/n, knowing that her strength and determination will be invaluable in the battles to come. For in the unity of gods and goddesses lies the strength to face even the darkest of days, and together, they will stand as beacons of hope in the face of adversity.

With a heavy heart, Jake takes a moment to steel himself before continuing. "Y/n's loyalty lies with her realm and her people," he murmurs, his voice tinged with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "But war... it changes things. I can only pray that she sees the necessity of our cause."

Bradley nods in understanding, his expression reflecting the gravity of the situation. "Aye, war has a way of bringin' clarity to even the most uncertain of hearts," he agrees, his voice tinged with a note of solemnity. "I'll extend the invitation to her, but ultimately, the decision rests with her."

As they contemplate the uncertain future that awaits them, a sense of resolve settles over them, a shared determination to face whatever challenges may come their way. For in the face of darkness, they know that their only hope lies in standing united, gods and goddesses alike, against the forces that seek to tear their world apart.

And so, with a silent vow to stand by each other's side no matter the cost, Bradley and Jake prepare to reach out to Y/n, their hearts heavy with anticipation and their spirits alight with the flames of hope. For in the unity of gods and goddesses lies the strength to overcome even the greatest of trials, and together, they will face the darkness that threatens to engulf their world with unwavering courage and resolve.

As Bradley and Jake brace themselves for the task ahead, a sense of urgency fills the air, mingling with the palpable tension that hangs between them. With a deep breath, Bradley turns to Jake, his gaze steady despite the uncertainty that clouds their path.

"We'll need to approach Y/n with caution," Bradley suggests, his voice measured yet resolute. "She's a goddess of many realms, and her allegiance may not come easily."

Jake nods in agreement, his expression grave as he considers the weight of their request. "We must appeal to her sense of duty," he replies, his voice tinged with a note of determination. "For the sake of our people, and the future of our realms, she must stand with us."

With a shared understanding of the task that lies ahead, Bradley and Jake prepare to reach out to Y/n, knowing that their words may shape the course of their world. For in the face of adversity, they know that unity is their greatest strength, and together, they will stand as guardians against the darkness that threatens to consume them all.

As Bradley and Jake venture forth to find Y/n, their footsteps echoing through the halls of her divine realm, they are filled with a sense of purpose, yet tinged with apprehension. It has been years since Y/n and Jake last crossed paths, and the weight of their reunion hangs heavy in the air.

Finally reaching Y/n's domain, they pause at the threshold, the warmth of her golden light spilling into the corridor. As they step forward, they can't help but feel a pang of uncertainty at the prospect of facing the goddess after so long.

Y/n turns to greet her unexpected visitors, her expression shifting from mild curiosity to stunned disbelief as her eyes fall upon Jake. For a moment, time seems to stand still as the enormity of the moment sinks in.

"Jake..." Y/n breathes, her voice barely above a whisper, disbelief and wonder mingling in her tone. "Is it really you?"

Jake meets her gaze, his own filled with a mixture of longing and regret. "Yes, Y/n," he replies, his voice thick with emotion. "It's me."

The air crackles with tension as they stand before each other, the weight of their shared history hanging heavy between them. Memories of their past flood back, stirring emotions long buried beneath the surface.

But amidst the turmoil of their reunion, there is also a sense of hope, a glimmer of possibility that perhaps, despite the passage of time, they can find a way to move forward—together.

With a shared understanding of the significance of their reunion, Bradley and Y/n exchange a glance, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities of their situation. And as they prepare to face the challenges that lie ahead, they do so with the knowledge that, no matter what may come, they will confront it together, united in their determination to protect their realms and forge a brighter future.

As Y/n's initial shock begins to subside, she finds herself grappling with a flood of emotions—joy at seeing Jake again after all these years, but also a tinge of sadness for the time lost between them. Memories of their shared past swirl in her mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of what once was.

"I never thought I'd see you again," Y/n admits, her voice trembling with emotion as she takes a hesitant step forward. "So much has changed since you left."

Jake meets her gaze, his expression filled with a mixture of regret and longing. "I know, Y/n," he replies, his voice soft with sincerity. "I never stopped thinking about you, even after all this time."

Their eyes lock in a moment of shared understanding, the weight of their past bearing down upon them like an invisible burden. But amidst the pain of their separation, there is also a glimmer of hope—a chance for reconciliation, for forgiveness, for a new beginning.

With a deep breath, Y/n gathers her resolve, her heart heavy yet hopeful as she faces the uncertainty of their reunion. "I want to believe that things can be different this time," she confesses, her voice wavering slightly with emotion. "That we can find a way to move forward, together."

Jake's expression softens at her words, a flicker of warmth igniting in his eyes. "I do too, Y/n," he admits, his voice tinged with quiet determination. "But first, we must focus on the task at hand. War is coming, and we need your strength and guidance now more than ever."

With a shared nod of understanding, Y/n and Jake set aside the complexities of their past, their minds turning to the challenges that lie ahead. For in the face of adversity, they know that their bond as gods—and as allies—will be tested like never before. And as they prepare to face the trials that await them, they do so with a newfound sense of unity and purpose, ready to confront whatever obstacles may come their way, together.

As Y/n and Jake stand in the midst of their reunion, their emotions swirling like a tempestuous storm, Bradley interjects, his voice cutting through the tension with a sense of urgency.

"Forgive me for interrupting," Bradley interjects, his tone brimming with determination. "But we must focus on the task at hand. War is on the horizon, and the fate of our realms hangs in the balance."

His words hang heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the gravity of their situation. Y/n and Jake exchange a knowing glance, silently acknowledging the need to set aside their personal matters in the face of the looming threat.

With a shared nod of understanding, Y/n and Jake push aside the complexities of their reunion, their minds turning to the challenges that lie ahead. For in the face of adversity, they know that their bond as gods—and as allies—will be tested like never before.

And so, with a renewed sense of purpose, they turn their attention to the task at hand, ready to confront whatever obstacles may come their way, together. For in unity lies their greatest strength, and together, they will stand as guardians against the darkness that threatens to engulf their world.

With their personal matters set aside for the moment, Y/n, Jake, and Bradley delve into the details of the impending war. Bradley wastes no time in outlining the dire situation, his words laced with urgency as he lays bare the threats facing their realms.

"The false gods are gathering their forces, and Maverick's reluctance to acknowledge the truth only exacerbates the danger," Bradley explains, his voice grave. "We need allies, and we need them now."

Y/n and Jake listen intently, their expressions reflecting the gravity of Bradley's words. They know that the stakes could not be higher—the fate of their realms hangs in the balance, and they must act swiftly to ensure their survival.

"We must rally our allies and prepare for the inevitable conflict," Jake declares, his voice ringing with determination. "Every god and goddess must stand united against this threat."

Y/n nods in agreement, her resolve unwavering. "I will do everything in my power to aid in the defense of our realms," she vows, her voice resonating with strength. "Together, we will face this challenge head-on."

With their course of action set, Y/n, Jake, and Bradley prepare to embark on their mission to gather allies and prepare for the coming war. Though the road ahead may be fraught with peril, they know that as long as they stand united, they will not falter in the face of adversity.

With their resolve firm and their purpose clear, Y/n, Jake, and Bradley set their plan into motion. They know that time is of the essence, and they waste no moment in reaching out to their fellow gods and goddesses, seeking allies in their fight against the looming threat.

Y/n takes charge of rallying the divine forces aligned with the sun, love, and light, her radiant presence inspiring hope and courage among those who look to her for guidance. With each word she speaks, she kindles the flames of determination in their hearts, igniting a fervent resolve to stand united against the darkness.

Meanwhile, Jake calls upon his allies from the realm of night, his solemn demeanor a testament to the gravity of their situation. He speaks of the shadows that lurk on the horizon, urging his fellow gods to heed the warning signs and prepare for the inevitable conflict that looms ahead.

And Bradley, ever the strategist, coordinates their efforts with precision and foresight. He reaches out to allies far and wide, weaving together a network of support that spans across realms and dimensions. His leadership is unwavering, his determination unyielding as he orchestrates their preparations for war.

Together, Y/n, Jake, and Bradley work tirelessly to gather their forces, knowing that their unity is their greatest strength in the face of adversity. For they understand that only by standing together, as gods and goddesses united, can they hope to emerge victorious against the darkness that threatens to engulf their world.

As their preparations for war intensify, Y/n, Jake, and Bradley find themselves immersed in a whirlwind of activity. They convene councils of gods and goddesses, forging alliances and devising strategies to counter the threat posed by Maverick and the false gods.

In the divine halls where they gather, tensions run high as disagreements arise over tactics and allegiances. Yet amidst the chaos, Y/n remains a beacon of calm and clarity, her unwavering presence a source of inspiration for all who stand beside her.

Jake lends his expertise in reconnaissance and espionage, using his mastery of shadows to gather intelligence on the enemy's movements. His insights prove invaluable, providing crucial information that allows them to anticipate their adversary's next move.

Meanwhile, Bradley oversees the logistical aspects of their preparations, ensuring that their forces are equipped and ready for battle. His strategic brilliance shines through as he coordinates the deployment of troops and resources with meticulous precision.

As the days pass and tensions escalate, Y/n, Jake, and Bradley draw strength from their shared determination to defend their realms. Though the path ahead is fraught with uncertainty, they remain steadfast in their resolve to stand united against the forces of darkness.

And as the hour of reckoning draws near, they stand shoulder to shoulder, ready to face whatever challenges may come their way. For they know that together, as gods and goddesses united in purpose, they are capable of overcoming even the greatest of obstacles.

As Y/n stands on the balcony, her gaze fixed on the horizon, a sense of calm washes over her. The city below bustles with life, yet here, high above it all, she finds solace in the quietude of the moment.

Unbeknownst to her, Jake, the god of night, moves with practiced stealth, his footsteps silent as he approaches from behind. His presence, though unexpected, does not startle her. There is a familiarity in the way he moves, a silent reassurance that she is not alone.

As he draws nearer, Y/n senses his presence, a subtle shift in the air that sends a shiver down her spine. Without turning, she acknowledges him with a small smile, her blue eyes reflecting the soft glow of the setting sun.

"Jake," she murmurs, her voice a gentle melody carried on the breeze. "I sensed you were near."

Jake steps closer, his gaze fixed on the vista spread out before them. "I couldn't resist the call of the night," he replies, his voice low and resonant. "Especially with such a captivating view."

There is a quiet understanding between them, a bond that transcends words. They may come from different realms, but in this moment, they are united by the shared weight of their responsibilities as gods.

As they stand side by side, the warmth of the sun fading into the cool embrace of the night, Y/n and Jake find comfort in each other's presence. Though the challenges ahead may be daunting, they know that as long as they stand together, they can weather any storm that comes their way.

As the evening breeze rustles through Y/n's hair, Jake's gaze drifts to the horizon, where the last traces of daylight linger on the edge of the sky. There's a sense of peace in this moment, a brief respite from the chaos of their divine duties.

For a while, they stand in silence, each lost in their own thoughts yet connected by the unspoken bond that has always existed between them. It's a rare moment of tranquility in a world fraught with uncertainty.

But as the last vestiges of daylight fade into darkness, Jake breaks the silence, his voice soft yet filled with purpose. "Y/n," he begins, his words carrying a weight that belies their simplicity, "there's something I need to say."

Y/n turns to him, her expression a curious mix of anticipation and apprehension. "What is it, Jake?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jake takes a deep breath, his gaze steady as he meets her eyes. "I know we've had our differences in the past," he admits, his voice tinged with regret, "but I want you to know that I've always respected you, Y/n. And no matter what happens, that will never change."

Y/n's heart swells with emotion at his words, a rush of warmth spreading through her as she takes in the sincerity in his eyes. "Thank you, Jake," she replies, her voice filled with gratitude. "That means more to me than you know."

With a shared understanding of the bond that binds them, Y/n and Jake stand together in the fading light, their hearts filled with a newfound sense of unity and purpose. And as they turn to face the challenges that lie ahead, they do so with the knowledge that, no matter what trials may come their way, they will face them together, united in their determination to protect their realms and forge a brighter future.

As the weight of Jake's words hangs in the air, a quiet tension settles between them, thick with unspoken truths and unresolved emotions. Y/n can feel the intensity of his gaze upon her, a silent plea echoing in the depths of his eyes.

In that moment, she realizes that despite the passage of time and the trials they've faced, the bond between them remains unbroken. A flicker of warmth stirs in her heart, a long-buried ember reignited by the sincerity of Jake's confession.

"Jake," she begins, her voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you too."

He turns to her, his expression a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. "What is it, Y/n?" he asks, his voice filled with a quiet longing.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Y/n meets his gaze with unwavering resolve. "I've always admired you, Jake," she admits, her words imbued with a vulnerability she hadn't realized she possessed. "And despite everything that's happened, a part of me has never stopped caring for you."

The admission hangs in the air between them, a fragile thread connecting their hearts in the darkness of the night. For a moment, time seems to stand still as they grapple with the weight of their shared truth, each silently daring to hope for something more.

And then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, Y/n and Jake move closer, their hearts beating in unison as they bridge the gap between them. In that fleeting moment, as their lips meet in a tender embrace, they find solace in each other's arms, their love a beacon of light in the midst of uncertainty.

As they pull away, their foreheads touching in a silent promise of solidarity, Y/n and Jake know that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, they will face them together, united in their love and their determination to protect everything they hold dear.

Lost in the tender moment they shared, Y/n and Jake are unaware of Bradley's silent observation. His footsteps had been quiet, his presence unnoticed as he approached the balcony, but now he stands a few paces away, his gaze fixed upon them with a mixture of surprise and understanding.

For a fleeting moment, Bradley hesitates, unsure whether to interrupt the intimate exchange unfolding before him. But then, with a soft sigh, he decides to give them their privacy, silently retreating to allow them to cherish this precious moment undisturbed.

As Y/n and Jake linger in each other's embrace, their love casting a soft glow in the darkness, Bradley watches from a distance, a bittersweet smile playing upon his lips. Though he hadn't anticipated this turn of events, he can't help but feel a sense of happiness for his friends, knowing that they have found solace in each other's arms.

With a final glance back at the balcony, Bradley turns away, his heart lighter knowing that Y/n and Jake have discovered a love that will guide them through the trials to come. And as he sets off to continue their preparations for war, he does so with renewed determination, fueled by the knowledge that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, they will face them together, as allies and as friends.

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gennyanydots · 1 year

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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.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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how did Rooster and Hangmen *ahem* meet their girl👀

Part of Our Girl

Pairing: Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Hangman Seresin

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only. Minors interacting will be blocked

Warnings: Safe sex; vaginal sex; fingering; implied oral sex

When the mustached one (Bradley, he said; Rooster, the other one called him) reassures you that his friend (Jake, he said; Hangman, the guy had called himself) is really harmless—and when the supposedly really harmless one maneuvers a toothpick in his mouth and flashes you a million mega-watt grin and agrees that he doesn’t bite (hard)—well, you’re not sure which one of them is lying.

But you’re more than happy to spend at least a night finding out.

You go to Jake’s room. Maybe you shouldn’t be so surprised that the guys have separate rooms, but you are. You can’t help but look around. The motel that they’re staying it isn’t exactly the nicest, but it doesn’t seem like the kind of place used for murder or kidney-harvesting. There's a desk in the corner, and it seems out of place for the layout. The bed is so big, it takes up more of the room than it ought to.

Truth be told, your belly is twisting with nerves. You’ve never done anything like this before—at least, not with two men. One, once in a while, sure. Frankly, you’re not sure what’s come over you, but there’s something so terribly magnetic about the two of them.

You expect some small talk, or standing on ceremony, but you're hardly a few steps inside before Jake's curling his hand around your nape, drawing you in. Bradley's still only halfway inside, hanging the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside of the door and shutting it behind the three of you.

Jake kisses like a wildfire: all speed and ferocity, with a blinding heat. When he draws away, and when you have a moment to catch your breath, you peer up at him, taking in his wide grin. He seems to know how good he is—it’s almost unbearable.

You glance back as you feel Bradley’s hand smooth over your hip, drawing you back into his chest.

"You alright?" He murmurs.

"Mhm."

"You sure?"

You turn to face Bradley fully, searching his face. You reach up, gently removing the sunglasses that he's put back on and tossing them toward the desk in the corner of the room. You're only able to catch a glimpse of Bradley's widening smile before you kiss him.

Bradley's kisses are just as intense as Jake's, but terribly different. Jake kissed like he was trying to consume you; Bradley kisses like he's trying to know you, not overtake you. He kisses like he can drive into the very heart of you. You part your lips, slipping your tongue tenderly along his as his mustache tickles your skin. You're so wrapped up in his kisses that you hardly notice as Jake's hands slip up and under your shirt, rucking it up and up and up until you're forced to let Bradley go in favor of helping Jake remove the garment.

As soon as it's gone, Bradley's kisses drop from your lips. He and Jake seem determined to cover as much ground as they can on either side of your neck, advancing and retreating as the other changes direction. You're grateful to be propped up between them, certain that if they weren't pressed so close, your knees might buckle.

"Hey," You chuckle nervously as one of their hands snakes up to undo your bra, "I'm feeling a little exposed here."

Bradley hums sympathetically and draws away first. You watch as he reaches down, pulling his shirt up and over his head. You straighten as you feel Jake pull back as well, watching as his shirt is tugged up and off, thrown in the same direction as he threw yours. Your gaze darts between them, wandering their tanned, muscled skin, and the dog tags that each of them are wearing.

"Better?" Jake asks, chucking you under the chin. You nod, squeaking:

"Better."

The bed that had seemed so big when you'd come into the room feels incredibly crowded now. Your jaw is sore. Your body feels hot, and pliant. Your cunt is throbbing, slick, and feels so full as Jake draws back. Your mouth slips open, the chain of his his dog tags slipping from them as he pushes your thighs wide.

You've cum so many times that you've lost count, but a little bubble of bashfulness still wells up as he peers down at you, his tongue swiping along his lower lip. You hardly have a moment to recover before Bradley's arm is hooking around your middle and drawing you toward him. The sheets are scratchy along your back, and his arm is warm and solid around you. You spread your legs as he eases you onto your side, spearing into you in one fluid motion.

"Oh—god—" You loose a shuddering gasp as his hips begin to hammer against yours. Jake chuckles as he settles in beside you. He pushes his fingers past your slack lips, stroking along your tongue before forcing them deeper. His smile only widens as you gag, and he coos softly, pulling his fingers back to gently tease your nipples.

"Almost wish you could be this side, Rooster," he murmurs, fingers drifting lower and lower before they're dipping between your thighs, playing with your still-tender clit. "So fucking cute when her eyes cross."

Bradley groans as you do, and presses his face into your hickey-moddled neck.

"How's she feel?" Jake goads, swiping his fingers even faster.

"She feels damn good," Bradley murmurs just loud enough for him to hear over your whines and moans; over the slapping of Bradley's hips against yours. Jake nods, gently grasping your jaw and forcing your focus to him.

"Don't think we're letting you go anytime soon, sweetheart."

#Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader #Jake Seresin x Reader #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Seresin #Hangster x Reader #asks #replies #anon #Our Girl

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lovingbradshawafterdark · 2 years

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Kinktober day 14- Double penetration

Hangman x rooster x f!reader

Warnings: vanginal fingering and anal fingering, semi public sex, dp, 18+ minors DNI

Once again sorry I missed a day I needed a mental health day yesterday

Taglist: @lovelybucky1 @discoseal @cyrene-world @harper1666 @marchingicenotes7 @itmejado @rafemfcameron1 @hangmandruigandmav @uwiuwi @iluvweasleys

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Jake was already feeling up the sides of your hips as you bent over the pool table; you smirked at his slight choked sound, already noticing you were not wearing any underwear.

“You're such a dirty girl,” he whispered before you took the shot. You weren’t subtle with how you slowly went back up, ghosting over his crotch and making him hiss. You could make Jake’s perfect persona crack, but what’s the point? His poor little ego would be so wounded and hurt. He gave his usual cocky smile before slowly grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him.

“Bathroom…now,” Jake’s voice was low and gruff as he eyed the bathroom; you just rolled your eyes before walking over there; you could feel Jake’s eyes on you, staring so intensely. It was a slow walk as you closed the door behind you. You waited a few moments before you heard Jakey silently open and closed the door.

“Up against the wall, sweetheart.” He was wasting no time, yet you frowned at him.

“You're going to make me do it on the bathroom floor?”

“I'm not the one getting dirty,” He teased before cornering you against the wall, his hand falling on your waist as his lips slowly met yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands went lower and lower. You squealed when you felt him grope your ass.

“You’re so fucking dirty, not wearing panties, trying to embarrass me” Jake slapped your ass, making you yelp. Your lips were going to be bruised by the end of this. Soon only one hand was on your ass, the other tracing along your entrance, “you want me to fuck you?”

“Why do you think I wasn’t wearing panties?” you pull away from his lips yet nearly buckle over as his fingers enter you. He gently caresses your g spot, making you whimper.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Jake groans as he keeps fingering you. His other hand is massaging your ass, slightly playing with your hole. Jake is getting impatient, so he growls before pulling down his pants and sliding in. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you both stand there. Jake doesn't hear the bathroom door open behind him; he freezes slightly when he hears a familiar voice.

“Am I interesting something?” Bradley's voice is light and teasing, making your heart start to race.

“Stay out of this, Bradshaw!” Jake hisses out, making Bradley laugh. The two men bicker as you whine in Jake’s arms, you need movement and suddenly the idea of being full from two holes crosses your mind.

“C-can he join?” They both look at you; Bradley smirks as Jake looks at you confused, “You said we can do whatever I want when you get back, and this is what I want,” you huff

“Are you sure?” You were a little shocked Jake didn't outright refuse it, but you were very excited now.

“Yes”

“Alright, Bradshaw, “ Jake shimmies slightly, still inside you, “get over here”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Bradley locked the door behind him as he waltzed over, “no moving until I'm inside.”

Bradley got on his hands and knees and began to lick your puckered hole. You whined into Jake’s chest as he tried his best to hold you up; it was slightly embarrassing to do it here, but having both of them inside you was so exciting. You hissed as Bradley put one finger in; your whole body shook as he scissored your tiny hole. How were you going to fit him? You had no idea that you hoped your practicing with Jake would help.

“So pretty for me, baby,” Bradley said, gently kissing your hole.

“She is mine, Bradshaw. Back off.” Jake glared at Bradley; he harshly thrusts inside you, making you mewl.

“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t move until I slid in?”

“Then hurry up.”

Bradley rushes to prep you, but you’ve accepted it’s not going to be enough not to be a little painful. He tried his best, yet you knew Bradley was big. Bradley was huge. Bradley peppered your back with kisses as he stood up, his hands on your hips.

“Deep breathes, baby,” Rooster reminded me as he pulled the waistband of his jeans and boxers down. You felt the tip of his cock poke at your asshole. He grabbed onto you as he slowly pushed in. You buried your face in Jake's chest at the painful stretch, and it took several minutes before you were accustomed to him. You felt so full, incredibly full. It felt like you were high on ecstasy as the two men held you up, even more so when they started to move. Jake groaned at feeling Bradley through your ass while Bradley growled, feeling Jake; it felt like you were going to burst, and maybe you were. You couldn’t even think as Jake aggressively thrust while Bradley just marked your neck up and down. You three were drowning in pleasure before Jake and Bradley's hips started to stutter.

“Need to be filled,” you whined as Jake just chuckled

“Is that what you want, baby? You wanna be full of our cum” Jake whispered as you just nodded, “then you better hang on, sweetheart, because I don’t think you're going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

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flufftober day 20: bedtime stories

pairing: hangster x fem!reader

word count: 980

warnings: poly relationship, kissing

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You kick off your shoes at the entryway, not bothering to check where they land. You’re too tired to put your things away where they belong and while you know you’ll regret that tomorrow morning when you’re anxiously searching for your keys, you can’t bring yourself to care right now.

“Sweets, is that you? You’re home late.” Your boyfriend, Jake, calls from the kitchen.

“No, it’s a robber and I’m here to rob you.”

“That’s a shame. If you were my girlfriend I was going to offer you some pasta, but if you’re a robber I’ll have to knock you out.”

“I think you’re girlfriend would appreciate a nice knockout too. Take me away from this cruel cruel world.” You answer back, heading towards the room where his voice was coming from.

“Would you like to talk about it?”

You shake your head. “I just want to forget about it for now.”

“Let’s see if I can help you with that, baby.”

“Where’s B?”

“Planning his lesson for tomorrow, he’ll be home soon. Why don’t you sit on the couch and relax while I finish the food.”

You obey, shuffling over to the worn brown couch. You flip through the channels on the tv before landing on the 31 days of Halloween program. The movie of the hour: Beetlejuice. Not before long, Jake comes over with two bowls of his “famous” Tuscan chicken pasta. It was his famous dish simply because it was the only thing he could make without burning the house down, cooking was more of Bradley’s forte.

“Here you go, princess.” Jake hands you a bowl, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before taking a seat next to you. The two of you sit, enjoying the movie with dinner as you wait for your other partner to come home.

A half-hour later, Bradley finally arrives home, yelling down the hallway to make his presence known. He enters the living room to find you and Jake cuddled up on the couch. You’re sitting on his lap with your head in his neck and his strong arms wrapped around your waist.

“Hey, babe. There's some pasta left if you haven’t eaten. We’re watching Beetlejuice.”

Bradley nods in acknowledgment, but his focus is on your sad demeanor. You’re looking up at his with soft eyes, the kind that say “wrap me up in your arms and take me away forever”.

“What’s wrong pretty girl?” His voice is soft as he comes to caress your cheek.

“Bad day,” you shrug.

“Can I get you anything?”

“Some ice cream?” You look up at hopefully.

He gives you a loving smile, “Anything for my girl.”

Bradley returns with a bowl of your favorite ice cream, topped with everything you love. He feeds it to you as if you were incapable of doing it for yourself, but it's his way of taking care of you.

“Gimmie some.” Jake holds his mouth open waiting for his boyfriend to spoon him some.

“No, it’s not for you.”

“You don’t mind if I have some, do you, sugar?” You shake your head. “See?”

Bradley rolls his eyes before shoveling some into his boyfriend’s mouth, making sure to smear some all over his chin unbeknownst to Jake. You laugh out loud causing Bradley to share a smile with you.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“You’re lucky you’re pretty, Jakey.” You mutter before wiping his chin with your thumb and licking it clean.

The three of you finish the movie and decide it’s time to get ready for bed. Jake carries you to the bedroom, helping you into your pajamas, a tank top and a pair of fuzzy bottoms with llamas on them. You move to the bathroom to brush your teeth alongside Bradley. He wraps you in his arms, watching you in the mirror with a loving expression on his face. When you’re finished, he carries you out and playfully throws you onto the bed.

Bradley picks up Pride and Prejudice off the nightstand, recently you’ve been reading books together as a way to wind down before bed. He joins you in the bed, propping himself up against the headboard.

“Are you feeling any better, pretty girl?”

You smile up at him, “Always when I’m with you.”

Your boyfriend kisses you. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.”

“Hey! Where’s my love?” Jake pouts as he climbs into bed on the other side of you.

You turn to give your other boyfriend a sweet peck on the lips. “I love you, Jake.”

“Damn straight, baby girl.” Your boyfriend pulls you back in for a deeper kiss.

“I love you, Jakey.” Bradley teases, puckering his lips dramatically for his boyfriend.

“Fuck off, Bradshaw.” Jake grabs his boyfriend by the neck, pulling him in for a loving kiss. Bradley hums in satisfaction, knowing that his usual tricks of getting on Jake’s nerves still have the desired effect even after a year of dating.

You settle against Bradley’s chest again, getting comfortable between the two men. Jake’s nose presses into the grey cotton of his boyfriend’s t-shirt, inhaling the fresh scent of laundry detergent. He presses a soft kiss on Bradley’s shoulder before laying his head on it.

Bradley’s deep voice flows through the room, reading Pride and Prejudice aloud to his lovers. Jake rubs your back, soothing you after your long day. As you drift to sleep you can’t help but be filled with warmth and love. These two men cared for you so much and being with them made all of your troubles melt away. With them by your side, you knew you could make it through anything.

#heather writes #flufftober2022 #flufftober day 20 #tgm fanfic #hangster x reader #hangster fanfiction #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #jake seresin x reader x bradley bradshaw

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uhohnotthisagain · 1 year

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Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

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beyond these four walls

contains: imagines

rooster

ddejavuvu

contains: just bradley :)

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hcu

contains: a lot of mav and ice but some rooster and hangman

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writing dumpster

contains: rooster, bob, fanboy

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contains: oml such good stuff, literally will read for hours on end x

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witchwyfe

contains: rooster and hangman

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contains: bangers

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contains: bangers

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contains: imagines plus spn (haven’t read them tho)

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contains: just a few hangmans

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contains: bangers + filth

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blurredcolour · 8 months

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Push It

Summary: Rooster’s customized playlist and exercise routine pay off when you get to peg Jake for the second time.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Female Reader [Hangster x Female Reader Polyamorous Relationship – Established]

Author’s Note: Written for @roosterforme ’s 80’s “Rocktober” Playlist Fic Challenge! Part of the With The Three of Us Collection but can be read separately.

Warnings: Swearing, Mature/Explicit Themes [m/m/f, pegging, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, lube] – 18+ Only.

Word Count: 2410

Smoothing the straps of the harness across your hips you gnawed on your lower lip slightly as you eyed your reflection in the mirror, strap-on firmly secured against your pelvis. A complex of emotions unfurled in your chest – arousal, pride, self-confidence…and just a smidge of doubt.

While tonight would not be your first time pegging Jake, one weak showing by no means made you an expert. The very notion had never crossed your mind until one morning several weeks ago when, on his way out the door, Jake had kissed the top of your head and wished you good luck on your interview scheduled for that afternoon.

“You get that promotion, pretty girl, and I’ll let you peg me.” He had winked and strolled out of the kitchen as nonchalantly as if he had promised you ice cream.

It had taken nearly five days to remove the stain from your dress shirt as the next sip of your morning beverage had missed your mouth entirely. But you had gotten the promotion, and after a proper discussion between the three of you, you had been intrigued and more than a little turned on by the idea. The physical actuality of it, however, had proven to be exhausting and not nearly as innate as you expected.

Thrusting the strap-on in and out of Jake’s body had called upon muscles that you found were under-utilized and you struggled to maintain a pleasurable rhythm. With perseverance and outright stubborn refusal to acknowledge the pain in your back, thighs, and abdomen, you had succeeded in driving Jake to orgasm. While you had been richly rewarded for your efforts, you had also awoken to a plethora of stiff and sore muscles the next day.

Rooster had caught you cuddling the heating pad while doing research into pegging techniques and exercises to strengthen the muscles necessary to properly thrust. He had taken it upon himself to design a workout routine for you, complete with a suggestive and rhythmic playlist featuring classics like Pump Up The Jam, Push It, and Bust a Move. Despite your diligent adherence to the regimen, Bradley’s suggestion that you give it another try tonight, and Jake’s enthusiastic agreement, had still awoken a tinge of self-doubt.

“Did you get lost, pretty girl?” Bradley’s rasp from the doorway tugged you back into the present and your eyes lifted to meet his gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

You swallowed thickly at the image of him, wearing nothing but his boxers and a soft smirk as he leaned against the doorframe of your dressing room. Turning to face him properly, you shook your head in reply, unconsciously wetting your lips with your tongue.

He hummed thoughtfully and stepped forward to cup your jaw.

“You sure you’re good?” He asked softly, playful tone replaced with gentle earnestness.

Nodding quickly, you took a moment to tighten the already snug harness before exhaling.

“I just want this time to go better…”

“If I remember correctly the only problem last time was someone put too many expectations on herself, hmmm?” He murmured, fingers sliding along your chin to caress your earlobe.

You huffed impatiently. “Who knew thrusting was so taxing…” you muttered bitterly.

“You’ve been doing your exercises?” He asked and you nodded again as his touch ghosted down the skin of your neck to trace the embellished strap of your bra. “And you promise to tell us if you start getting sore?”

Your lips pressed together into a thin line, the very idea of tapping out before Jake could finish off-putting, but Bradley’s dark eyes pierced yours, eyebrows raised insisting you respond.

“Fine. I will tell you.” You conceded, not able to deny that gaze anything.

“Good girl.” He purred and bent his head to kiss you deeply, broad palms coming to cup the bare cheeks of your ass, massaging the straps of the harness into your flesh. The tip of the toy nudged against his hip, his lips twitching into a smirk against yours. “Gotta say, it really suits you, pretty girl.”

You grinned, nipping at his lower lip playfully before threading your fingers through his.

“Shall we?”

“He’s very ready for you.” He chuckled in reply and led you back across the hall into the primary bedroom where Jake waited naked and glistening in a sheen of sweat on your shared bed.

“Fuck I was about to send a search party…” Jake huffed, propped against the headboard, eyeing you hungrily.

“Mmm my apologies Hungman…” You pouted playfully, crawling up along his right leg, letting the silicone of the strap-on brush against his skin teasingly as you made your way to his lips. “Took a bit to get the harness on.”

He gripped your hips and pulled you closer, lips seeking yours hungrily as he rocked his length up against the stiff strap-on with an eager shudder. Resting a hand on his chest, you gently grazed your nails through the dusting of chest hair to his abdominals and lower still, raking through his neatly kept pubic hair. The rasp of Rooster’s mustache against your shoulder startled a mewl from your lips, leaving your mouth vulnerable to attack from Jake’s delving tongue.

Hoping to stoke the coals of his desire, banked by your delay in the dressing room, back into a burning flame, your fingertips traced the defined lines of his hips, of adonis belt, so close to where he wanted you but not actually touching his needy cock.

The fingers of your free hand rooted themselves into Jake’s golden strands as you felt Rooster work the cool, slippery lube along the length of your strap-on before his fingers slipped between Jake’s thighs to tease at his entrance.

His mouth fell back from yours with an aggravated moan. “I’m not going to get any more stretched Rooster, please…I need pretty girl to fuck me already…” His chest heaved, his desperation tugging at your heart.

“You need me, Jake?” You murmured, lips brushing against his ear, smiling fondly as he nodded vigorously. “Come to the end of the bed then, ok?” You pulled back, guiding his hips to the edge of the mattress so you could plant your feet as Bradley slid a pillow beneath Jake’s hips solicitously.

“Just gonna wash my hands so I can touch you pretty girl, go ahead and work him onto your cock.” Rooster nipped the edge of your jaw making the breath shudder from your lungs as you felt the walls of your cunt clench around nothing at his words.

“Please…” Jake croaked beneath you, and you looked down at him warmly.

“I’ve got you…” You cooed, pressing the tip of the strap-on against the ring of muscle between his thighs, slowly easing the silicone into his body as you gently stroked his weeping length to help him relax into the pleasure of it.

The way his eyes rolled back in his head before his eyelids fell shut to dust his flushed cheeks with his fluttering eyelashes flooded your mouth with saliva and you could feel a wave of slickness between your thighs in response. It took all your willpower to maintain a slow pace, to give him time to adjust to the intrusion. As your hips nestled against his, toy full seated inside him, the prettiest whimper fell from his parted lips, and you took a steadying breath.

“That feel good, Jake?”

“S’good pretty girl, oh please fuck me…” He panted, eyelids opening halfway to show lust-blown pupils, the green of his irises almost entirely devoured.

Pulling your hips back halfway, you rocked forward once more to push the strap-on back into his body, pleased to feel less protest in your muscles than the first time your tried this. Jake’s groan was more than enough motivation to continue, to lengthen your thrusts, and speed up the rhythm. Your hands gripped his thighs for balance as Rooster’s return from the ensuite, naked and fisting his cock at the scene before him, caught your eye.

“Fuck you two are a sight to behold.” He groaned, voice rough as a gravel road, coming to stand beside you as he drank it all in.

His unoccupied hand came to rest on your lower back as you continued to thrust the strap-on into Jake, wringing the prettiest noises from his parted lips, before his fingers trailed over your ass to slip between your thighs.

“Fuck your soaked, pretty girl.” He growled, tracing your slit, causing your hips to stutter and lose their rhythm.

“Dammit…” You whined and shot him a look of half-hearted annoyance as his fingers parted your folds to circle your entrance.

“Couldn’t help myself…” He murmured, pressing a series of apologetic kisses along your neck as you tried to pick up where you left off, but it just didn’t feel quite right – for one Jake was not nearly as loud, and the harness was not grinding against your clit as well as it had been.

You huffed in frustration, causing Bradley’s fingers to still between your legs. “You good, pretty girl?” His tone was pointed, leaving no space for untruths if you were in pain.

“I’m feeling great, just can’t find the right pace again…”

He hummed thoughtfully, withdrawing his fingers from your folds, making you whine in protest, before moving to stand behind you. Both his hands came to rest on your hips before he leaned into press his lips to your ear.

“Ah..” He sucked the air between his teeth. “push it.”

Your eyes widened and laughter bubbled up from your chest before you fully processed what was happening. You felt his lips twitch into a smirk against your skin, his mustache tickling the ridge of your ear as his hands began to guide your hips to what you slowly recognized as the beat of the song.

“Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby….better make it fast or else I’m gonna get pissed…Can’t you hear the music pumping hard? Like I wish you would….Now push it…”

While Rooster was perhaps not suited to a career as a rap artist, you could not argue that this tactic was working. Memories of practising your barbel thrusts to the song flooded your mind and it began to play in your head. The rhythm was almost a muscle memory.

“Rooster, are you fucking rapping Salt-N-Pepa?” A bewildered Jake piped up from the bed below but forgot his own question when the tip of the strap-on grazed against his prostate, punching an anguished moan from his body.

You angled your hips to ensure each thrust struck home, licking your lips as you could feel the head of Bradley’s cock smearing pre-cum along your skin each time you pulled your hips back from Jake. Reaching behind you, you wrapped your hand around the base of his length, guiding him into your cunt, drawing a satisfied sigh from both of you. His fingers curled tighter into the flesh of your hips as you continued the thrust forward and back, into Jake and onto Bradley, teeth ravaging your lower lip as you clung to Jake’s thighs in front of you.

“Look at you working those hips, pretty girl…” Bradley rasped, groan choked off against your shoulder as your muscles clenched around him in response to his praise. “Doing so good…”

“Fuck your cock feels so good…” Jake rambled from below, biceps bunched as he gripped the sheets viciously. “Gonna cum…”

His warning, however, was utterly drowned out by Bradley’s wail as your cunt clamped down on him like a vice, your legs starting to shake.

“Shit pretty girl, you’re squeezing so fucking tight…” He yelped, thrusting deeper into your warmth, driving you tighter against Jake as you hinged forward at the waist.

“Ahn!” You whimpered nonsensically in response as Bradley began to thrust in earnest, leaving you to do your best to match his pace in and out of Jake.

Thankfully the latter made good on his promise, orgasm washing over him with a ragged howl as thick ropes of cum painted both of your chests. Taking advantage of the pull of Bradley’s hips, you managed to remove the strap-on from Jake’s body to avoid overstimulating him, grateful as his hands rose to brace against your ribcage, providing you with more stability.

“Oh fuck…” You whined, stance widening to allow Bradley better access as he drove his cock into your greedy cunt mercilessly. “Please…Bradley….” You keened, back arching sharply as Jake’s hands traversed across your chest to pull down the cups of your bra, tugging at the stiff peaks of your nipples. “Shit, Jake!”

“Cum for Rooster, pretty girl…wring every last drop out of him…” Jake drawled lazily, fingers slick with his cum against your sensitive flesh.

You shuddered from head to toe, grip digging into Jake’s thighs as your climax erupted in your lower abdomen, flooding your entirely body with pleasure.

“Yes, oh yes good girl…” Bradley praised, hips pumping through your orgasm to both prolong your pleasure and chase his own release before pressing his face between your shoulder blades as you felt him cum inside you.

With shaking limbs, you climbed forward onto the bed as Bradley carefully loosened the straps of the harness, stripping it from your spent body and allowing it to drop to the ground with a muffled thud. He disappeared into the ensuite again as Jake gently removed your soiled bra, feathering tender kisses across your cheeks and down your neck. Working in tandem, Jake and Bradley used the warm washcloths procured to clean everyone up before you felt strong hands guiding your body through some torso twists and hip stretches.

Blinking your eyes into focus, you looked up at a softly grinning Bradley.

“Can’t have you seizing up on us again.” He murmured, hiking your knee up onto his shoulder to stretch out your right hamstring.

You sighed dreamily and stroked his thigh with silent affection, too tired to put your appreciation into words.

“I’m going to have to change these sheets again…” Jake’s voice pulled your attention to your left and you watch him pull the protective sheet off the regular sleep set only to find more mess beneath. You slid out of Bradley’s grasp carefully, grunting a little at the effort, but moved to help him strip the bed completely.

Working together, the three of you got it remade and once you were settled in for the night, Jake pondered aloud, “I wonder if a sex room wouldn’t just be more convenient…”

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