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sometimesanalice · 8 months

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Up the Ante

Summary: Rooster had heard the whispers. He knew what the stories were about- the ones that had followed him and Hangman around for years. You, however, are more than happy to find out for yourself if all the rumors were true.

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

Length: 9K+

Warnings: Smut. So. Much. Smut. (MINORS DNI)

(author's note: I regret nothing. Enjoy!)

Leave it to Jake Seresin to fuck up his plans.

Rooster had been in a really great mood when he’d arrived to the Hard Deck earlier that night. He’d beat most of the team there and had been on his way to go claim the pool table before the Friday night rush when he’d seen you out of the corner of his eye sitting at the bar.

He’d nearly given himself whiplash trying to get a better look at you. And then the next thing he knew, he’d found his feet taking him up to the stool right next to you. The mission to get the pool table completely forgotten.

And he still didn’t know how it was possible, but you were even prettier up close.

Even with the low dip of your creamy silky looking tank top, with all your skin taunting and teasing him, his eyes had stayed on yours the whole time as the two of you talked. That smile of yours was a bit too knowing. He could sense you were waiting, daring him to slip up.

Just for fun, just to see.

Yeah, you had his number alright. There was no question about it.

And fuck, if he wasn’t already down to let you toy with him whichever way you wanted. His cock twitching in his already slightly too snug jeans when he’d caught you checking him out after he’d ordered a fresh round of drinks from Jimmy.

The busier the bar got, the closer the two of you were pushed together as the other patrons clamored around waiting to place their orders. His forearm grazing against your exposed back from where he had it braced on your stool to keep you from getting jostled by thirsty sailors.

He’d stepped away for a moment when Natasha had called him over to back her up in a game with Reuben and Mickey. He he’d left you with a promise to be back, not wanting to come on too over bearing by not giving you any time to yourself. The groundwork was laid and he didn’t mind the wait.

He could be patient, he knew a good thing when he saw it.

And of course, when he’d looked back over his shoulder. There was Hangman with his elbow leaning on the bar, standing in the spot he’d just vacated. And looking at you like the cat who’d caught the canary with that fucking toothpick dangling from the corner of his mouth.

Rooster really shouldn’t have been surprised. He’d felt the other aviator’s gaze on him as he’d talked to you, could sense him waiting in the wings ready to make his move.

After the Uranium Mission, their tentative truce had grown into a casual camaraderie. But that didn’t mean they still didn’t enjoy riling each other up.

Jake had a tendency to steal his beer when he wasn’t looking, swapping it out with his empties behind his back. Not to mention, the way he liked to rack up a bill of Bradley’ tab.

And Bradley had no problem unplugging Penny’s jukebox approximately two minutes after watching Jake feed the machine his quarters before taking over on the piano. Playing whatever songs made the other man grimace the most.

But it had been years since they’d done this.

When the two of them had first met, their competition to be the best and one-up the other had spilled over from the skies into pretty much everything else. If one had flight simulation scores were topping the chart, then the other was figuring out how beating it. If one was benching a personal record, the other was already tacking on extra weight to their own.

So then, if one was talking to a pretty girl at the bar, the other was usually waiting for his moment to try and out charm, out talk, or out smile the other behind his back.

Or in front of his face.

Neither of them had cared to play fair back then. The bragging rights plastered across the winners face the next morning on base.

Rooster thought he’d made his intentions very clear. For all intents and purposes, he had claimed dibs. Well, as much as he could on a woman who was fully entitled and capable making her own decisions.

Now he was half way across the bar, watching as Hangman threw his cowboy hat into the ring.

“Jesus, Rooster. Stare any harder and you’re going to strain something, man,” Payback teased as he lined up his shot, before sending the freshly racked balls scattering on the pool table.

Bradley doesn’t respond, just brings the lukewarm beer to his mouth and downs the remaining few swigs. His hand tightening around the bottle as you throw your head back to laugh at something that Hangman has said, the sight of your exposed throat makes his mouth go dry.

“You know what they say, the more the merrier. I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time, right?” Fanboy says with a laugh that gets cut off with a wheezy, breathy oof.

Looking over his shoulder, Bradley sees Phoenix looking down at Fanboy shaking her head at him as she dropped a couple there-there pats on the doubled over man’s back.

“Please that rumor has been around for years,” Nat stated, “Before we got called back, those two could barely be in the same airspace, let alone in the same bedroom.”

“I don’t know, I bet there’s more to that story. I heard-” Payback starts.

This time, Bradley turns around and raises an eyebrow. The conversation quickly finds a new subject, and he goes back to glaring at the back of Hangman’s head.

He wasn’t unaware of the pointed looks and whispers that had followed him and Seresin around.

Everyone seemed to have their own opinions on the topic. They did. They didn’t. A friend of a friend had seen them leave with a girl. A buddy said they saw them fighting in the parking lot over who got to take her home.

He didn’t care about the speculation, he’d even heard some pretty interesting drunken theories along the way. Any tips to sneak a girl in the barracks for a hookup in the laundry room? How can three people even fuck in the back of a Bronco? Or his favorite, I heard y’all did the Eiffel Tower in the ATC tower.

But he wasn’t one to feed the fire. He didn’t know the other man’s reasons for not indulging the curious questions, but Hangman must have felt the same way, since neither one of them had yet to confirm or deny the story.

It was easier to just grin and shrug and leave them guessing.

From his spot stationed at the pool table he could see there was interest in your eyes at you looked at Seresin. Just as he’d seen it when you had looked at him with that same keen perceptiveness, the heat that lingered behind the teasing. And fuck, if that didn’t make him want you even more.

He liked a woman who went after what she wanted.

That pull low in his stomach had been there since he’d first seen you and had only gotten worse as he watched Jake try and get under his skin.

It would be almost comical the way the asshole turns his head just enough in his direction to shoot him a wink before settling his hand on the top of your thigh, if it didn’t make his blood thrum hot in his veins.

“Bradshaw, it’s your turn.” He hears one of them try and get his attention, but 8-Ball wasn’t what he wanted to play right now.

He had a stake in a different game going on.

If you wanted Hangman over him, he would respect that. But he sure as shit wasn’t going to fold, not when he still had a hand worth playing.

“And there’s the cock walk…” he hears Nat mutter as pushes off the pool table to make his way across the bar.

He knew how to turn heads and how to work a room. But there was only one head he wanted to turn, only one person in the room he wanted to work. He was going to his damndest to ensure it was his bed you’re in tonight.

Bradley is downright shameless in the way he struts right up to the two of you. Letting his chest brush up against you as he claims the seat next to you. He murmurs your name low and raspy as he settles into the stool, catching the way your hips shift subtly in response. That pull behind his bellybutton only intensifying.

You don’t look surprised to see him, if anything you look intrigued. That full bottom lip pinned between your teeth, your cheek ticked up like you’re fighting back a satisfied smile.

“Well if it ain’t Rooster,” Hangman drawls, those dimples deepening with every passing moment, “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Bagman,” he grunts taking the whiskey from his hand. Feeling smug when your eyes latch on to his throat, watching as he swallows it down, savoring the warm burn of the free drink before he presses the empty glass back into the other man’s hand. “Looks like you’ve scored yourself another admirer, pretty girl. How’s he measure up? You can be brutally honest, it’d be good for him to keep his ego in check.”

You tilt your head at him, “So far I’ve got no complaints.”

“Damn straight you don’t,” Jake winks.

“How generous of you,” Rooster says, ignoring the other man completely, as he sets his hand on your leg.

He has always been a sucker for a pretty troublemaker.

Your tongue dips out to lick the rim of your glass, before taking another sip of the drink that he didn’t buy for you. “Oh, I can be very generous,” you all but purr.

“I bet,” Hangman cuts in, looking on entirely too pleased with himself.

Rooster leans in closer to you, “I thought I was the one buying your drinks tonight.” He can smell the faintest hint of your perfume, and he has to hold himself back from the urge to run his nose along the column of your neck to get a better whiff of it.

“I’m an equal opportunity drink receiver,” you say with a little shrug of your shoulder.

“Mhm, sounds good for the economy,” he allows.

“I do love to support small businesses.”

“There’s nothing small about it, baby,” Bradley says sliding his palm up higher on your thigh than would be considered decent. From the corner of his eye he can see Hangman clocking the movement. That shit eating grin going from teasing to knowing as he flips that stupid toothpick in his mouth.

“Was wondering how long it was going to take you to make a move,” Jake says reaching under your stool and pulling it out further from the way you’d been half tucked underneath the bartop. “Thought you were gonna just keep staring all night.”

“Nah, just thought I’d give you a fair shot. You know, since you usually rub people the wrong way,” Rooster smirks.

“Oh, now you and I both know I’d treat her just right,” Hangman says smoothly, not missing a beat. “You think you can keep up with a pretty thing like her, old man? Wouldn’t want to keep you from your Dan Brown novel or anything.”

“I’m sure I got a thing or two I could show you, son.”

The other pilot takes your chin between his thumb and finger turning your head to look at him, that grin bigger than ever, “You up for settling something between us, darlin’?”

Rooster is close enough to hear the hitch in your breathing and definitely close enough to see the way your thighs squeeze together.

“I guess that’s one way to up the ante,” you say as you reach up to pluck that toothpick from his mouth and popping it in yours instead. Grinning slyly around it as you uncross your legs to turn back towards him, your eyebrow cheekily cocked up and questioning.

Rooster’s eyes drift over to Seresin’s mouth. That cocky smirk plastered on his face takes him back to another time, on another night similar to this, when his lips had been slick-shined and that smile just as smug and self-satisfied.

He’s not sure how many bills he tossed on top of the bar before he grabbed your hand and tugged you off the stool, towing you with him as he strode to the door. Not bothering to check and see if the other man is following them, he already knows where he’ll be.

Bradley holds the door open for you to step through under his arm and the last thing he sees before he lets the door close behind him is Nat’s shocked face and Fanboy’s fist punching the air as Jake trails after them.

You felt too hot.

Your breathing was already coming out in ragged, breathy pants.

The ride to Rooster’s house in his bright blue Bronco had been a blur of flashing lights and warm summer air and a hand heavy on your knee. Content in the passenger’s seat, even as he sped fifteen miles over the speed limit, in the surety of knowing whose headlights were bright and beaming in the rearview mirror.

But the feeling of two hot mouths working their way up and down your neck was definitely not a blur.

They’d had you pinned up against Bradley’s front door the moment it had shut behind the three of you. Barely waiting for the snick of the lock turning before making their move.

You weren’t sure whose thigh was pressed between your legs, but the solid width of it was dizzying as you rocked against it. You feel almost too aware of every part of your body. Your skin sensitive and responsive to every graze and touch of their strong, capable hands as they coast over your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps and raised hair with every pass.

Squeezing your hips. Tangling in your hair. Gripping your ass.

Their hard bodies were so tightly crowded against yours, that you weren’t even sure at this point if your own legs were the ones keeping you up as they took what they wanted and gave what they wanted.

Your puffy, swollen lips tingling as they took turns claiming your mouth with theirs.

It’s a lot, but in the best of ways, to hear their combined moans and groans over the thundering of your pulse in your ears. Their leather and wood smoke scents mixing together in the most deliciously heady way. All their solid angles and ridges pressed against your soft curves.

You’re vibrating with anticipation- with want- as your heart flutters in your chest like a caged bird, its wings beating against the too tight confines of your ribcage.

It’s already so good and no one is even naked yet.

One of them wraps their thought provokingly large hand around your throat as pulls you in to meet their mouth, gentle yet firm. The taste of whiskey and the brush of a mustache against your upper lip giving Bradley away. While another hungry mouth glides its way along your collarbone. The graze and nip of sharp teeth has you breaking your kiss to gasp at the sensation. Only to be met with a new set of demanding lips, you can feel Jake’s smirk against your mouth the moment right before he slips you his tongue.

Your own hands are greedy to get their fill of them. Running along thick forearms and broad chests and straining zippers. You want to map out every contour of their sculpted bodies. Every new muscle you find only makes you want to discover more.

There’s a moment when you think your knees might actually give this time out when Hangman bends down to take your peaked nipple in his mouth through your thin top with a mischievous gleam in his green eyes as he looks up at you and then hollows out his cheeks. The sight and sensation of it makes you suck in a shattered breath. If it weren’t for that thigh, Rooster’s you know now, keeping you upright you very much would have been a boneless puddle on the floor.

“You still think you can handle the two of us?” Jake challenges you with a dimpled grin before pulling you back into his mouth. Your nails dig into the back of his neck to keep him there, and he has the audacity to hum around you. The vibrations of it pulsing and spreading and settling over your craving clit.

“Well?” Bradley asks teasingly when you try and fail to reply, his warm hand sliding up your stomach under your top to palm at your other breast. And whatever you were going to say evaporates at the feel of his calloused thumb scraping over your taut nipple.

His curls are a mess and that look on his face promises the best kind of trouble.

“Fuck. Fuck. B-bedroom. Now,” you stutter and stumble over your words, overcome and overwhelmed. You hear one chuckle near your ear and the other moan into your throat at the neediness in your voice.

The three of you are gracefully uncoordinated in way you work your way to Rooster’s bedroom. You let them manhandle your pliant body around the furniture and corners of his home. What should have been a fairly straight shot turned into a meandering mess as your back is met with walls and doorframes and mouth is met with seeking and searing kisses.

Their shirts and belts and shoes lost somewhere along the way. A trail of items to be found later, laid out like points on a treasure map.

Inside Bradley’s room, your distracted eyes catch on some black and white landscape prints hung on a dove gray wall and a California King pressed another. Minimal, modern, manly. You’d be more nosey if it weren’t for the way you’re caught between them, as Hangman licked up your neck and Rooster ran his tongue along the backs of your teeth.

Your skin erupts in goosebumps as the cool air of Bradley’s air conditioning wafts over your arms. Not that your low-cut top with its open back and flimsy straps offered much for warmth to begin with, which was exactly why you’d worn it in the summer heatwave.

One set of demanding hands works on the button of the fitted jeans that made your ass look great, while the other insatiable pair grabs at the hem of your top pulling it up and off of your body with silky ease. They work together in quiet tandem with such swift efficiency that leaves you almost entirely nude, with the exception of your barely-there panties, before their greedy eyes in no time at all.

“Don’t know what a desperate little thing like you is thinking by wearing white and lookin’ like an angel,” Jake drawls low and taunting against your ear, his breath warm as it sails down the column of your throat, “But since you like the color so much, I think you’d look even prettier wearing our come.”

The flickering flame in your body that had been lit before you’d even left the Hard Deck finally roars to life at his coarse and crude words. You’d almost be offended by them if they weren’t the reason heat explodes like a fireball low in your stomach. Devastating and all consuming.

The noise that tears out of you in response isn’t one you think you’ve ever made before. Your head whips towards him so fast it makes you a little unsteady on your already wobbly legs, and you feel Rooster’s fingers flex on your hips before you pull away.

There’s a wide grin plastered on Jake’s face, only a couple impeccably white and straight teeth away of being down right self-satisfied.

Smug, he’s so damn smug.

He has been ever since he saddled up to you at the bar, like he already knew how the night was going to end. And you don’t know whether you want to wipe that look off of Hangman’s pretty face or to taste those dimples on his cheeks.

You do neither.

Instead, you push Jake onto the edge of the bed, your hands going straight to his zipper to pull out his cock, then watch as that perfectly-perfect and perfectly-infuriating smile falls from his face as you sink to your knees and take him in your mouth and down to the hilt.

“Jesus Christ.”

It’s your turn to be smug now as you watch his Adam’s apple dip as he swallows hard.

Jake’s smirk is long gone, replaced with intense look as you pull off of him to lick and lave along the long vein on the side of his length, looking up at him from beneath your mascara darkened lashes, before drawing him back in your open mouth. He’s so handsome like this and it makes your stomach tighten and seize.

“So damn eager,” you hear Rooster croon over the slippery sounds of you’re making.

You feel confident and totally at home in your own skin under the appreciative eyes of the two men, with Hangman in front of you and Bradley mere steps behind you. The buzz from your tequila had worn off long ago, and the thrill you are feeling is a different kind of high.

You were already wet before you left the bar, but now you are soaked. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on, at least not for a very long time. You wouldn’t be surprised if Bradley could see the evidence of your arousal glistening between your thighs from the way you’re kneeling in front of Jake.

From the corner of you eye, you can see Rooster taking his time as he shucks off the rest of his clothes haphazardly before fisting himself in his big hand as he takes in the sensual scene in front of him. You can feel all the places his eyes linger and trail over, those flames in your stomach spreading over your body like a wildfire.

Grateful for the work Bradley did getting your jeans off earlier, you slip a hand into your panties to get your fingers on your aching clit. You whimper at the instant relief that you feel as you touch yourself. Keening in pleasure around Hangman’s cock, which makes him widen his legs and throw his head back to moan in response.

This wasn’t going to be some hook up cloaked in the cover of a dark room. No, you were going to be on full display for them, just as they’d be for you. And the thought of it up makes you clench against nothing.

You were something brilliant and radiant to look at and you knew it. You wanted them to look, you wanted their eyes to take their fill.

“You going to join, Rooster? Or are you back to sittin’ on that perch?” the blonde goads him, with a sharp smile. His voice strained around the edges of his words as his fists clutch at the fabric of the duvet cover beneath them. “I’m sure you can find some way to keep yourself occupied even though her mouth busy at the moment.”

You reach up with your free hand and give that chain a little tug then dragging it down his chest, your nails digging slightly into his firm pecs before scraping down his abs. He surprises you with a light thrust of his hips that has you settling that tricky hand on his tense thigh for better balance as you continue to work him.

“Just watching how our girl is touching herself,” Bradley replies as he walks over. He is such a sight with all that sunkissed skin on display. “So needy, she can’t even bother waiting her turn.”

You hollow your cheeks around Jake for good measure before releasing him from your mouth, to grasp him in your hand, treating him to a twist of your wrist, “Got tired of waiting, had to take matters into my own hands.”

You wanted them to touch you, to feel them everywhere. You wanted to be taken apart and put back together. You wanted to be thoroughly wrecked by them.

“That so, huh?” The way that Bradley’s smile ticks up makes you suck in a sharp breath, your restless fingers making sloppy circles against that sensitive part of you at the sight of it. “Tell me, how wet are you?”

He looks so good standing next you from your position on your knees and if both of your hands weren’t already busy you’d be reaching out for his heavy cock.

“Why don’t you come find out for yourself?” you dare him, arching your back a little for his benefit.

“But you look so pretty taking care of yourself,” Rooster says cupping your cheek in his hand, then turning his head to the man seated on the bed, “Hey, Seresin, don’t you remember her saying something about her generosity?”

They grin at each other before looking back down at you, and it’s all you can to not squirm under their weighty, heated gaze.

“You know, that does seem to ring a bell, Bradshaw.” A wolf trussed up like the boy-next-door.

“Why don’t you show us just how generous you can be, pretty girl,” Rooster says reaching down pulling your hand out from your panties, his hand wrapped around your forearm, and offers up your shiny fingers to the man you’re kneeling in front of.

Hangman holds your gaze as his tongue reaches out to meet them. Your already erratic heartbeat sets a new rhythm as it slips and glides in a sensual show around them before curing around them to draw them into his cocksure mouth. A deep satisfied hum emanating from his chest as he tastes you.

Bradley releases his hold on you and skims his fingers up along your arm and up the side of your neck, massaging that tapered divot at base of your skull.

Your jaw falls open as you watch Jake bob his head on your fingers like you had been doing on his cock not even five minutes earlier. He shoots you a filthy wink was you watch the debauchery up close in personal, leaning in closer, mesmerized by the sheen of spit coating your fingers. He pulls them from your mouth with one more lewd lick, and then crooks his pointer finger under your chin and turns your head towards Rooster.

“Why don’t you be a sweet little thing and show Bradshaw what he’s missing out on, darlin’,” Jake says, its less of a suggestion and more of a command. One you are happy to oblige.

You hold your tongue out for Rooster in an open invitation and he rumbles his approval.

“Now that’s a pretty picture,” Bradley murmurs, but doesn’t move any closer. He waits for your dazed eyes to meet his heated ones, before nodding his head towards Hangman, who you’re still pumping him with long, smooth strokes, “Go on then, finish what you started. I can wait.” You make a noise of dissatisfaction at being denied the taste of him. He chuckles lightly, “I promise, we’ll take real good care of you soon.”

And with that promise you wrap your lips around Jake again. He spreads his legs wider to accommodate you as you reach to cup his balls in your hand, massaging them.

You feel Rooster settle his hand heavy on the crown of your head, his fingers threading in your hair, before pressing you forward, guiding the motion of your mouth on Jake’s cock. Encouraging you to take more, more, more before pulling you back, only to urge you forward once again.

It’s easy to lose yourself and relax into the push and pull of it as you let them take over. Letting them use you how they want, preening under their crooning praise. Hangman is looking down on you with half-lidded eyes and gives you a slow, wide smile when a thick thread of saliva drips on to your sternum and down your chest.

Your attention-seeking clit throbs in time with your rapid pulse, whimpering pitifully when you can’t get any relief no matter how you shift and squirm.

Then Bradley is tugging on your strands to get you on your feet and meets you for a heady kiss. He hooks his thumbs under the band of your panties and pulls them down your legs, a little lacy heap to decorate his floor.

“Get on the bed, baby.”

Yes, yes, oh yes.

Jake shoves his jeans down the rest of the way and kicks them off. The way he climbs on the bed is all easy grace as he props himself against the headboard. You’re quick to clamber up on your hands and knees between his legs, looking over your shoulder for Rooster’s nod of approval before you lean down to take him back in your mouth.

There has been so much build up. You know that they’ve been easing you into this in their own way, but you’re so desperate for more. You’re like balloon overfilled and taut, one right touch and you might burst.

“God, you’re already so wet.” You feel Bradley’s rough squeeze on the backs of both your thighs followed by the comforting caress of his thumbs, “C’mon, show me that pretty pussy. Let me see it.”

You tilt your hips up, up, up- you want, you need- offering yourself to him until you’re treated to his tongue on you. At last. His wide long licks have you canting your hips further searching for more. The feeling of his lips and mustache against that delicate part of you makes you cry out in satisfaction.

“So greedy,” Jake teases, as his thumb runs gently along your jawline.

He is hot and heavy on your tongue. There is a light sheen of sweat coating his chest, his abs flexing and contracting with every uneven breath. That chain around his neck winking at you from the lamp in the corner of the room. He called you an angel earlier, but he’s the one who looks like sweet sin, a heavenly hedonist.

The filthy sounds of your messy mouth and Rooster’s satisfied groans filling the room as you work one pilot and the other works you. You can feel your orgasm building swiftly, those flames from before being stoked by their grasping hands and teasing lips and dirty words.

The shock of the feeling two of Bradley’s thick fingers glide and curl into you without any resistance, of having something inside of you for the first time all night, sends your body jolting forward. Your hands clutching at the sheets as you sputter and gag around Jake.

“Holy shit,” he pulls you off of him with a pop, a line of spit stretching from your mouth to his glistening cock, “Don’t want to come in your mouth.” Hangman takes your head between his big hands, cradling you carefully. “Goddamn, look at you. You feelin’ good?” It’s all you can do to rapidly nod your head yes. “You should see her, Rooster, she’s real close.”

You hear Bradley chuckle huskily behind you, “And we’ve barely even gotten started.” He targets that spot in you with merciless precision as he scrapes his mustache along your spine dropping kiss after wet kiss. “Now, come on my fingers like a good girl.”

And with his raspy voice in your ear and Jake’s tongue in your mouth, you shatter.

It’s all white noise as one of the maneuvers you gently on to your back as you come down. The feeling of the cool sheets a welcomed sensation on your heated skin. Even though you’re still reeling, you can hear the warmth in their voices as your mind clings to a few select words.

Good. Perfect. Soft. Sweet. Pretty. Generous.

You feel a body shift above you, their sturdy weight only an echo of what it could be if they weren’t holding themselves aloft. Your eyes float open to see Rooster caging you on his bed within the shelter of his sculpted arms.

Next to you Jake is propped up his side, the graze of his fingertips is featherlight as they meander up and down the length of your arm. As if he is content to simply be touching your soft skin.

“You still having fun?” Bradley asks with a knowing smile on his face. Using his thumb, he wipes at some of the saliva smeared under your bottom lip.

“The most,” you grin, turning your head to capture it between your lips.

Rooster watches you in rapt as you suck, giving his thumb the same treatment as you’d given Hangman’s cock, all wet tongue and hollowed out cheeks. The pupils of his pretty brown eyes blown wide. His cock resting heavy on your stomach.

“We’re gonna make a mess out of you,” Bradley promises as he presses his thumb down on your tongue. You look up at him with your best doe-eyes, parting your mouth to give him a better view of the way it pillows around his thumbpad. He applies a bit more pressure with a smirk before removing it from your mouth completely.

“Yes, please.”

He leans in close and your eyes flutter shut at the anticipation of the brush of his lips on yours.

And then he spits right in your waiting mouth.

“Atta girl.”

His smile grows at the whine that comes out of you. He drops a kiss to your forehead and stands back up, towering over you. It’s a visual feast of abs and broad shoulders and tan skin and mischievous eyes. “Pretty sure you almost made Jake see God,” he says looking over, giving the other man a lazy smirk.

“Fuck off,” he says without heat and laughs. Leaning over from where he’s been lounging next to you, he wraps his hand around the nape of our neck and pulls you in, licking deep into your mouth wet with his pre-come and Rooster’s spit. “How’s about you finally show Bradshaw what that pretty mouth can do, while I settle up and repay the favor.”

You don’t know what to make of the look that passes between the two men as they switch spots. It’s a challenge, it’s a dare. You’re still loose-limbed from your orgasm, but you can feel the tension starting to coil low in your stomach again at the glint in their eyes as Bradley crowds up next to you on the bed while Jake stands at the end of it.

Rooster kisses up along your body, his tongue darting out to taste the beads of sweat that are collecting in the valley of your breasts. If you listen closely you can still hear the whir of the air conditioning, but it’s not of much use when you feel like an inferno.

You sigh out when his mouth meets yours. You grasp his face between your hands to keep him close, not wanting to be denied his lips again. Your thumb stroking at the cleft of his chin. Finally. Finally. Finally. You feel like spun sugar, the wet slide of his lips against yours makes you feel like you’re about to dissolve into sweet nothingness.

There’s no hesitation in the way that Hangman situates himself between your parted legs, easing one over his shoulder and then the other. He trails butterfly kisses from your knee and up the inside of your leg. You shiver at the sensation, luxuriating in his touch.

“Condoms?” Jake asks into the crease of your thigh.

You shake your head and let go of Bradley’s face to tap at the spot on your upper arm where that flexible piece of plastic is placed under the skin. They nod their understanding, their agreement.

At least someone still had their feet on the ground, because it feels like your head is in the clouds.

“Thought you said I’d look prettier covered in come?” you try to tease but it just comes out breathy, throwing Hangman’s own words from earlier back at him. Then turning your head to look at Rooster next to you, “Thought you were going to make a mess out of me?”

You know you’re playing with fire. However, you also know that if at any point you couldn’t handle the heat that they would haul you out of the kitchen themselves.

But why stay out of the kitchen when you can just set it on fire yourself?

“Jesus,” Jake curses and nips at your hipbone.

“Fuck’s sake, you really can’t help yourself, can you?” Bradley huffs amused but strained, his eyes raking over you.

The nope and the ‘P’ you were planning to pop gets stuck in your throat as Hangman pins your legs open to the bed, holding you down so you can’t escape his tongue as he licks a hot stripe through the center of you. Your jaw drops open wordlessly.

“Not so mouthy now, are you?” Hangman grunts and then dips his tongue into you again.

One of your hands flies into his sandy blonde hair, while the other reaches out for the sunkissed man next to you. The feeling of Rooster’s fingers lacing between your outstretched ones grounding you as the pressure starts building again.

Where Bradley had been all enthusiastic delving and relentless devouring, Jake is all honed accuracy as he flicks and circles and sucks your clit. There’s no slow build up, he’s not content to simply let you sail smoothly into your next orgasm, not with the way his fingers are working you. No, Jake is set on being the one to push you over that edge himself. And he’ll do it with a blinding white smile and a tip of his hat.

Bradley moves to kneel by your head, stroking his thick cock a few times before offering it to you. The groan that comes out of him when you lick the underside of him before taking him in your mouth is quite possibly one of the hottest sounds you’ve ever heard in your life. His large hand comes to cradle your jaw as you bob up and down on his length.

It doesn’t take long until you’re keening and moaning around him as you come alive under their eyes and touch.

“You look so pretty like this,” Rooster murmurs, his thumb alternating between gliding around your stretched lips and caressing your bulging cheek. “You’re taking my cock so well.”

You know you’re making a mess out of him, but if anything, you feel him grow even harder in your mouth as you take him further into your throat. The sounds coming from you obscene as you lick and suck and swallow around him. You’re trying to stay focused on taking care of him, but Hangman’s tongue and fingers are making it hard for you to concentrate.

Jake is relentless with the two fingers he has working inside of you. His other hand smooths up your torso, long fingers stretched wide, as if he is trying to touch as much of you as possible. And then he’s grabbing at your breasts, massaging one and then moving to the other.

It’s getting overwhelming with so many points of pleasure all vying for your undivided attention. You feel so good, too good. Your chest is tight with want it’s getting harder to take a full breath, the shallow shaky things you’ve been taking making you lightheaded.

You blindly mouth at Rooster’s cock and balls and thighs, whatever you can reach and latch onto as you let your hand take over stroking him. Just for a moment, just to catch your breath.

You whimper when Bradley pulls away from you, only to feel his big body slide down on the bed next to you, his warm hands soothing over your too tight skin.

“That mouth too much for you, Rooster?” Jake grins with shiny lips before slipping a third finger into you, curling them against your front wall, making you keen.

“I know, it’s a lot, but you’re keeping up with us like a champ,” Bradley says to you, pulling you in for a kiss. He reaches down for one of your thighs, pulling it off the other pilot’s shoulder and over his own hip, holding you open. His hand knocks Hangman’s thumb out of the way and his takes over making nonsensical patterns on your clit, making you moan at the contact. “And you should go back to making yours more useful,” he lobs back to the man between your legs.

In your haze, you wonder how they can even share the skies if they’re this competitive in the bedroom.

“Yeah, and what’s yours doin’ up there?” Jake asks, giving it right back to him. You can hear how wet you are as his fingers slide in and out of you, as the Bradley picks up the pace of his movements against you.

“Someone’s got to tell her how good she’s doing,” you can hear the smile in Rooster’s voice as he kisses your neck. He gently runs his lips and mustache along the shell of your ear, “We know how much she like a compliment.”

“Bradley.” The admonishment is lost in your gasp as the faintest graze of his fingernail again your sensitive clit has your back arching off the mattress and your hips bucking against both sets of hands.

“You sound so wrecked, baby. I like how my name sounds in your mouth when you’re all fucked out like this.”

“And those whimpers? I swear, she making the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard,” Hangman tacks on.

You want to give as good as you’re getting, but your hurtling towards that point again. Already teetering back and forth, almost but not quite there. Overwhelmed, oversensitive, but still needing, wanting...

“More, I need more, Jake,” you’re not quite begging but you’re close, your heel is digging into his shoulder blade, urging him closer. “Jake, I want to come.”

Your clit is aching under Rooster’s teasing touch, and you are squirming and shifting and rocking trying to get more of Jake’s fingers inside of you. You groan when Jake pulls them out of you completely, stopping your motions with a rough grip on your hips. Somewhere in the back of your mind you find yourself hoping that you’ll still be wearing his fingerprints tomorrow morning.

“Nu-uh, greedy girl, you’ll take what we give you,” Hangman says as he stands up and wipes his mouth off with the back of his hand, a streak of your wetness shining on his cheek.

And then his thick cock is pushes into you and all the air leaves your lungs.

His thrusts are measured and slow and sure. Filling you up and then leaving you empty, over and over and over again. His fingers are still digging into your hips leaving you at his mercy, to take what he gives you. Nothing more and nothing less than what he wants.

You didn’t know All-American Texan boys could pull of such a dirty look of pure debauchery, but he wore it so damn well.

There’s no holding back the noise of frustration that comes out of you when Rooster’s teeth graze over your breast, before he sucks your nipple into his hot mouth. He is hard and hot as he grinds himself against the curve of you.

It would be so, so good if didn’t felt like you were bobbing along in a wooden barrel waiting for a drop over Niagara Falls. The anticipation of that freefall thrumming in your veins, but one that never seems to get any closer as you dangle there.

“Stop teasing me,” you whine.

Jake pushes into you with that same devasting slowness and then stops, his hips pressed tightly against yours. “I’m inside you, aren’t I?” he challenges with a raise of his eyebrow.

You don’t want to agree, what you want is to come. With great effort on your part you reluctantly nod your head, hoping your cooperation will get him to speed up or go harder. You’d literally anything to stop feeling like a butterfly with its wings pinned open and preserved.

“Then I ain’t teasin’.”

Those dimples are on full display, as he pulls out leisurely, letting your feel every bit of him, and then pounds into you.

You’re thankful when he takes pity on you and the rolling of his hips picks up. Harder, faster, deeper. His chest is flushed pink, making that golden chain stand out even more. A bead of sweat works its way down his neck, between his defined pecs, and travels along the contours of his sculpted body.

“Jesus, did you talk this much last time, Seresin?” Rooster asks, pulling his mouth off of you to watch as his own fingers and Hangman’s cock work together in sync between your thighs.

“And he said I was the mouthy one,” you all but pant out.

You tug on his curls trying to get him to put his mouth back on your breast, his spit cooling on your nipple making it pebble more than you thought possible. Instead, he just smirks down at you, and applies more pressure on your clit. Those nonsensical patterns transforming into tight devastating circles.

“I need… I need-”

“Such a bossy thing,” Jake mutters, “Only thing you need to be focusing on, darlin’, is falling apart for me.” The edge in his voice and the strain of his thighs as he thrusts into you the only things giving him away that he’s just as desperate as you are. “Rooster wants to watch you come. Isn’t that right, Bradshaw?”

“Sure do,” he agrees against the pounding pulse point on your throat. You don’t need a mirror to know the delicate skin is agitated from the coarse hairs of his mustache. The heat rolling off of him in waves is a contrast to the draft of the air conditioning hitting your body just right from the way he has you spread open over his hip. “I wanna see that pretty face as you come around his cock.”

Your fingers scramble to find something, anything to hold on to. Feeling like the seams of your skin, those silken threads of the last of your resolve, fray and snap. Rooster’s eyes holding yours as you start to unravel.

The sound of skin on skin fills your ears, followed by Hangman’s ragged breathing as you flutter and clench against him. “You feel so fucking good around me,” he moans, “Such a perfect pussy.”

Lightening hot pleasure races along your spine before shooting out along your muscles and tendons and ligaments, all the things keeping your body together. And your mind whites out as you come for them.

You feel Jake’s rhythm falter and stutter as he works to get himself closer of that place of perfect devastation, as you shutter and quake from the aftershock. He fucks into you harder chasing his own climax before emptying himself inside of you.

His cock buried so deep in you as you take his come. The two of you both breathing hard.

Bradley slips his wet fingers into your mouth and you lave the taste of yourself off of his skin almost in a daze as you wait for the gravity to settle into your weightless limbs. His lips are gentle as he trails soft kisses along your hairline, his hardness pressed against you a reminder there’s still more in store for you.

You whimper when Jake pulls out of you.

“Knew you’d look good like this,” he says running his hands along the tops of your thighs and watching as his come trickles out of you onto Bradley’s duvet.

Rooster takes his fingers from your mouth and nudges his nose against your heated cheek, “You still got more in you?”

He pulls away, those brown eyes searching yours.

“Want your cock,” you whisper and lean in for a kiss. He meets you with tenderness, while you meet him with heat. Licking into him the moment he parts his lips for you.

Hangman gives your thighs one last squeeze and lets go.

“Come ‘ere,” Rooster grunts as he shifts and pulls you on top of him, lining himself up with your dripping cunt. You don’t dare look away as he slowly feeds you the generous length of him, inch by inch.

You drape yourself across him and burry your face in that spot between his neck and shoulder at the stretch of him as he fills the space between your legs. Feeling the muscles of his arms wrapped around you. His wood smoke scent filling your nose. The salt of him on your tongue as you lick at the sweat that’s collected along the line of his collarbone.

It is dizzying being this surrounded by Bradley, he’s everywhere.

“How are you still so tight? You literally just took his cock,” he rasps.

You feel a hand brush back some of the hair from your face and you turn your head into the warm touch. When you open your eyes, you see Jake crouching there by the bed next to you, his green eyes filled with affection, “You doing a good job for Rooster too?”

“Yes,” you sigh as Bradley hums his agreement. The deep, languid roll of hips as he thrusts into you, working you open for his cock, is so good that it makes fingers dig into his biceps.

“Good girl,” he says, nipping at you ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Keep doing her like that, Rooster, her legs are startin’ to shake.”

And then he lands an open-handed slap to your ass that makes you clench and Rooster groan as he laughs lightly to himself, entirely too pleased.

It’s a masterpiece of teeth and tongues, moans and gasps, and dirty praise rumbled into ears. When that telltale tightness in your stomach starts, you begin rocking back against him desperately. Meeting him thrust for thrust. You’re so coiled in knots that not even the most seasoned sailor could untangle you.

You can feel your orgasm rising up to meet you. So close, so close.

And then choking down a sob as you’re pulled upright to a sitting position astride Bradley, with Hangman’s forearm banded around your waist and supported by his dewy chest.

“‘s too big,” you whimper.

“Ah, ah. There you go, you can take it,” Jake coaches into your ear as he encourages you to take more of Rooster’s cock. “You’re almost there. Just a little bit more.”

Bradley licks his lips as he watches you writhe and squirm above him until there’s no space between your bodies. His fingertips digging into your hipbones. The stretch of him making you ache in the best of ways, your eyes fluttering at the sensation of sinking impossibly further on him. Both hands braced on his chest, thumbs seeking the little patch of chest hair.

You lean your head back and are met with Jake’s mouth. His kiss filthy as his teeth graze against your full bottom lip and his tongue sweeps against yours.

There are no words for how full you feel, for how good you feel.

Bradley’s face and neck are flushed and his waves are a mess from your handiwork. And you’re struck again by just how handsome he is. You give him a roll of your hips, anticipating a thrust that doesn’t come. Your eyebrows pinch together and you try again to get him to meet you half way. Waiting, waiting, waiting for more.

“I want-”

“I know what you want,” Rooster croons as he cuts you off, sliding a hand up your pulled too taut body to palm at your breast. You whine when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and then tugs. “C’mon, want to see you ride me. That’s it, baby, use me to get yourself off.”

The wet, sticky sounds of your own arousal and Jake’s come are amplified in the quiet room as you fuck yourself on Bradley’s cock. The sweat is collecting behind your knees and along your hairline. You let your head lull back onto Jake’s shoulder, knowing he’ll keep you upright.

You want to be good for him. You want to be good for them.

Both men have been determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from your body and then asked for even more. The burn in your thighs so good as you rock and grind on the man beneath you, but you don’t know how much more you have left to give.

“Doing still alright, darlin’?”

You turn your head enough to mouth along Jake’s jawline and hope he takes it for the yes your tongue is too tired to say.

“Think our girl’s getting worn out,” Bradley says sympathetically, but is looking up at you with pride in his eyes.

“You’ve been doing so well for us. How about you let Rooster and I take care of you now, huh?”

“Please.” It sounds pitiful even in your own ears, but you can’t be bothered to care too much at the moment.

You whimper quietly as Jake’s warm, heavy hand settles between your shoulder blades and presses you back down.

Bradley wraps his arms around you holding you close against his sweat-slicked chest. The tears prickle in the corner of your eyes as you tuck your head back into his neck, knowing that the two men are more than capable to get you there again. That they’ll take care of you.

That you can just feel, that you can just be, that you can just take.

“Hold her open for me, Bradshaw.”

You feel Bradley’s hands slide around you, grabbing rough handfuls of your ass. You’re exposed in a different way you’ve been all night, under Jake’s sharp, keen eyes that you can’t see but feel on you all the same, as the other man pumps in and out of you.

“You should see how she’s dripping down you, Rooster. That cunt is coating you real good.”

“I don’t need to see it, when I can feel it,” he pants against your ear. You want to remind them that it’s not just only your arousal alone that’s making a sure to be shiny mess along the length of him, but it’s all you can do to clutch at Bradley’s waves as he keeps building you up.

Of all the things you were experiencing in that moment, it’s no surprise that you miss the subtle ghosting of Jake’s warm breath over that pleated part of you, but it’s the feeling of his wet tongue skimming around the rim of it that send you reeling.

“Fuck me,” Rooster moans, his arms tightening around you, “Whatever you just did, do it again. She liked it. Didn’t you, baby?” You babble out something unintelligible as you fist his hair, but your vigorous nod can’t be interpreted for anything other than your enthusiastic consent. “Could feel that you did, gotta give our girl what she likes. She deserves it after being so good for us.”

His voice huskier, rougher than you’ve ever heard it. That slight accent that only sometimes made an appearance, finally out in full force.

You let out a strangled cry when Hangman does it again, your toes curling at the new feeling. You’ve never taken two men like that before, but even the idea of it makes you lightheaded.

From there you lose yourself in the dueling sensations. At Bradley’s ruinous, deep thrusts. Of his perfect cock hitting you just right, targeting that spot that has you quaking. Of Hangman’s tricky tongue circling, circling. And his thick finger pressing.

Circling, circling, pressing.

Circling, circling, pressing. Until-

“Ah!”

You bite down on that pretty scar on Rooster’s shoulder, needing something to keep you from feeling like you were going to fly away. From feeling like you could explode into nothingness. It’s a different kind of fullness, one that steals your breath even as it gives you life.

“That’s it, nice and easy, darlin’.”

There’s nothing nice or easy about the two men working you. The push and pull of them so in tune with each other, so set on making you see stars one last time.

“I can feel you’re there. Want you to come on this cock,” Bradley grits out, as he thrusts into you, his hands spreading you wider for his benefit and Jake’s. The tendon on is throat standing out in a way that makes your mouth water. “Come on, come for us.”

When you come with a cry, body shaking and back arching with devastating pleasure. It’s an orgasm that gives as much as it and takes and takes and takes.

Rooster is swift to follow after you with a couple more powerful thrusts, as he spills himself inside of you with a low, satisfied groan. You spasm and quiver and convulse around him, milking him with every tremor that dances through your thoroughly spent body.

When you come to, the first thing you’re aware of is how perfectly warm you are pressed between two hard bodies. The next is the delicious ache between your thighs and the mess there, as you grin to yourself with your eyes closed. Luxuriating in the endorphin rush as it washes over you.

A calloused thumb strokes your cheek.

“There she is,” you hear Jake say.

Someone’s long fingers thread between your own, squeezing your hand.

“Jesus, fuck,” you hear Bradley pant next to you, “How was that even better than last time?”

“More practice?” you offer, finally opening your eyes.

Both men look a sweaty mess, their hair a riot and their cheeks still pink from the exertion. And you know you probably aren’t faring much better, but it’s the warm affection and the easy smiles on their faces that sets your heart a racing again.

It’s been a little over four years since you had first met the two of them in Pensacola during a training contingent for a recon mission.

You were about to call it a night at the Navy bar near the base, mentally cursing whoever signed off on sending you to the state in the middle of a heat wave, when a broad man in a Hawaiian shirt had slid up to you at the bar. It would have been comical on anyone with less muscles, but he also had the smile to pull it off. You didn’t quite know what to make of it at first when the clean-cut blonde, the one with a mega-watt grin and a toothpick gripped between his teeth, had set a drink in front of you with a wink.

There wasn’t any way of missing the tension radiating between them, but you weren’t about to get caught in the middle of their petty pissing contest. You knew a rivalry when you saw one. And they were pilots after all, you knew their type.

It wasn’t until you held that chilled glass up to your overheated neck, catching the way they both tracked that bead of condensation as it traveled down your throat and disappearing between your cleavage, that you thought things could get interesting.

And well, it had escalated quickly from there.

“I haven’t even been here seventy-two hours yet, and I’ve already heard about your fabled hook up twice,” you say with a giggle, leaning your forehead on Jake’s shoulder.

“Mm, I’ve heard that rumor too,” Rooster chuckles.

“Who knew the Navy had so many damn gossips,” Hangman laughs, “I swear to god, they talk more shit than the little old ladies in my grandma’s knitting circle.”

Bradley picks up your entwined hands and brings them to his mouth, kissing your fingertips with a fond look in his eyes, “So how long are you here for?”

“Well, speaking of rumors,” you say conspiratorially, “Have you heard the one about a certain Chief Warrant Officer Bernie Coleman and the opening on his new strategic team for a permanent for a member?” The teasing smirk growing on your face as the realization dawns on them.

You had been treating yourself to a celebratory drink at the finalized paperwork and impending transfer when Rooster had spotted you sitting there earlier when the whole night truly began.

“Huh,” Bradley says with a sly smile, “Now that sure is one interesting rumor. The person who lands that gig must be very smart. Sounds like that certain someone would be the right person to settle a bet. ”

“Mhm and probably very full of good ideas,” you can’t help but preen.

“What do you say, Rooster, best two out of three?” Jake asks, with a cheeky gleam in his eyes, “You up for a little tiebreaker, darlin?”

You look from one to the other with a grin.

“I’m all in.”

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

day eight - double penetration + threesome | kinktober 2023

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

word count: 2k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You good?” Bradley asked over your shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bradley chuckled. “I think we broke her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whatever you wanted.

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

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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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#hangster x reader #top gun smut #rooster x reader x hangman #hangman x reader #rooster x reader #hangman x rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun imagine #top gun maverick fanfiction

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foreverrandomwritings · 5 months

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Okay so my request is something that someone wrote for me for a different fandom but I’m slowly loving Jake and Bradley. Anyways I am Texas born and raised so I call everyone love, honey, sweetheart etc. but I got in trouble for doing it and apparently I offended everyone and such. And then something else happened where someone is hating on my personality. Can I just a fluffy fluff with either Jake or Bradley whomever you think it fits best. Where the reader is like slowly trying to change/caving into herself and not be as bubbly or happy and they notice and have a conversation and such about loving them as it. I’d love it if it was romantic. However if this is too much and you don’t want to write it I will not be offended. You do whatever you feel comfortable with and I will support you 💕

No Keying Cars

Summary: You overhear a conversation that plants a seed of doubt in your mind.

Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Afab!Reader x Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Warnings: Men being mean, swearing, broken noses, anxiety, insecurities and fluff.

Word count: 2929

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The boys were used to your Texas charms, it was one of the many things that they loved about you. It made Jake feel at home which was perfect because he was always homesick. It always gave Bradley the comfort he desperately needed. Your relationship worked out well and none of you had been happier than you were together. Well that was until you heard Harvard, Yale and Fritz having a conversation about you being entirely too much at one of the many squads monthly get togethers.

“You agree that she just talks way too much right?” Yale and Fritz hummed in agreement. You stopped right around the corner of the doorway to the kitchen. You weren’t sure who they were talking about but the next sentence confirmed it was you.

“Also what’s with her calling everyone love and babe and shit? Like how fucking annoying, I’m not your boyfriend so stop fucking acting like it. Though I know Jake and Bradley have to be sick of that shit to.” You choked back a sob as you heard Yale’s comment. You’d been told so many times in your life you were a bit much. But Jake and Bradley had never made you feel like you were an annoyance. They had been the only ones that made you feel valid in your attitude. Though now doubt started to eat away at you. Were they annoyed with you? Were they just lying to you to save your feelings?

“Don’t even get me started on the way she acts all fucking peppy and happy all the time. There is no way she can be that perky. It's gotta be an act right?” Harvard and Yale laughed together at Fritz’s statement. You decided to turn around and walk back outside instead of wandering into the room to get your drink.

“Where’s your lemonade at darlin’?” Jake took your wrist lightly and brought you down to his lap. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder and watched Bradley running around the yard with Reuben's daughter on his shoulders acting like an airplane.

“Decided I wasn’t thirsty, hon-Jake.” The blonde gave you a confused look at the way you said his name but before he could ask you about it, Natasha dragged his attention away from you when she asked him something about work. You took the time to continue to think of everytime you had used a term of endearment with one of your shared friends, they never seemed bothered when you did. Though you guess it could be that they were all putting on an act and maybe they didn’t like you as much you thought they did. Maybe all the spa days with Natasha and her girlfriend Sylvia and movie nights with Bob and Halo were just them being nice to you.

“Hey baby you okay?” You hadn’t realized that Bradley was standing in front of you until he spoke. You shook your head trying to clear your thoughts before giving him a soft smile.

“Yea, just not feeling too well.” He looked at you curiously before handing you his water which you took a sip of gratefully. Jake’s hand on your back brought you a sense of comfort.

“Do you want to go home?” You pondered the question for a moment. On one hand you didn’t want to feel like a burden to those around you anymore and really wanted to leave. But on the other hand you knew that the boys valued their time with the squad and you didn’t want to take away from that. So you shook your head and assured him that you were fine. After a couple more reassurances he gave you a kiss on the head before going to ask Maverick about going back up to his hangar soon. The rest of the night went smoothly and you fell asleep cuddled up between your boyfriends when you eventually got back home.

You figured the next morning you’d feel better. That the anxiety that ate away at you the night before would have cleared your system but you were sorely mistaken. Throughout the work day you were careful about the way you talked to everyone. You toned down your usual cheerful attitude and didn’t send Bradley or Jake a single cute cat video on your lunch break.

When you got home you changed into your pajamas and crawled in bed. You turned on New Girl and let the voices of some of your favorite characters fill your head. The noise of the front door opening and closing had you turning over in bed towards the window. The voices of your boyfriends calling for you had you burrowing further down in the bed, remaining perfectly still in hopes they would think you were asleep.

“Oh I think she’s asleep, Bradshaw.” You let out a quite shaky breath at the sound of his footsteps walking back out of the room. An hour or so went by of you laying there staring at the wall, before you decided to find out what the ruckus was in the kitchen.

“Was your nap good honey?” Bradley’s voice greeted you as you padded into view. You gave him a soft hum in reply before taking a seat at the island. It was very abnormal for you to take a nap after work. You were normally bounding to the door in glee to greet them when they got home. So you knew they were most likely starting to suspect something was different.

“We're making your favorite for dinner.” Jake gave you a big smile which would normally have filled you with warmth but now you just felt like they were going out of their way for no reason.

“You guys didn’t have to do that.” You picked up a piece of mail and opened it, even though it was just a bill you still looked at it intently. Not wanting to see the looks on your boyfriend's faces.

“We know we don’t have to but we wanted to.” Bradley slipped your preferred drink beside you and you whispered a quiet thank you to him.

“Are you still feeling under the weather from last night?” Jake eyed you curiously as you put down the paper in your hands.

“Yea, I think I might be coming down with the bug going around or something.” You watched as they set the table and took all the food over. With a small sigh you grabbed your drink and took your seat at the round table. Jake was on your right and Bradley on your left. They asked you if you wanted to take a couple days off work to recover but you dismissed them, assuring them you’d be fine.

The three of you conversed about your days. When Jake mentioned dessert you excused yourself to bed claiming a headache. You missed the way they looked at each other in silent conversation. You slipped away from the table and crawled back in bed. This time actually falling asleep.

The next day was pretty much the same as the day prior. You went about work monotonously, then you got home and crawled in bed. The boys came home and asked if you needed them to get you anything or do anything for you and you waved them away with a sweet smile.

“Sweetheart, do you want to talk about anything?” Bradley asked you as he slipped into bed behind you wrapping his arm around you and dragging your back to his chest.

“I’m alright, love.” You whispered the assurance to him, his brows furrowed at the tiredness in your voice.

“But you know you can talk to me or Jake if you need to, right?” Him and Jake were both worried about you, you huffed at the thought of them stressing over you.

“I know Bradley. Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” You moved back to bury yourself further into his arms, reveling in the feeling of being wrapped up in his warmth and surrounded by his scent.

The next morning Bradley went into work as usual but Jake hung back since his morning meeting was canceled. You had decided to call out of work in hopes of focusing on your mental health. Jake pestered you the whole morning before he went in to work.

“I can stay home today if you want me to. Mav wouldn’t mind if I missed one day to take care of you.” He ran a hand up your thigh, squeezing slightly from his squatted position between your legs.

“There’s no need to do that Jake. I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself.” You placed a hand on his cheek and brought your lips to his in what you hoped was a reassuring kiss.

“Do you want me to tell Nat you want to cancel your girls night tonight?” You had completely forgotten about your plans for a group massage.

“No, I think I might need the night out.” A plan started to form in your head, because if anyone would be honest with you it would be the female aviator and her amazing partner. So you would ask them what they thought about you.

“Okay, well if you end up needing anything, me and Bradley are just a phone call away. I’ll see you later.” He gave you a final kiss before leaving you sitting on the couch. You sat there most of the day, the tv on in the background. You thought about what you were going to ask the pair later. When you finally decided on your questions you took a shower and sat down with a book. When the alarm on your phone went off notifying you that you had thirty minutes till you needed to be out the door you got up and got ready to go.

“Bradley told me you’ve been acting weird the last couple of days, are you okay?” You weren’t surprised that Bradley had talked to her. They were best friends after all.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. Do you guys think I’m too much?” You turned your head on the table you were laying against and eyed Natasha curiously.

“What?” She gave you a bewildered look as she processed your question.

“Do you mind the way I call you love or honey or sweetheart sometimes?” You fired off another question their way.

“Why would you think that?” Sylvia piped up from the other side of Natasha. You could hear the surprise in her voice.

“Uhm. I just do.” Natasha gave you a look that said she didn’t believe you. You tried to keep your face emotionless but knew you failed when she narrowed her eyes at you.

“Tell me what you’re talking about. Now.” You let a groan slip through your lips as the masseuse dug into a particularly tense spot.

“I heard Harvard, Yale and Fritz talking about me at dinner over the weekend. They said that I was too much, that it was annoying that I used terms of endearment so often and said Bradley and Jake were probably sick of me.” You were chewing on your lip nervously. You knew how close the group was and didn’t want to step on toes. Which was one of the one reasons you hadn’t told Jake or Bradley.

“Those guys are assholes. You can’t believe a word they say. I’ll have a talk with them tomorrow.” She was a steady calm of rage as she spoke. You knew that nothing you’d say could change her mind so you didn’t even try.

“I vote we key their cars.” Sylvia spoke up and the two of you broke out into fits of laughter at the prospect.

“We aren’t going to do that.” You and Sylvia protested but Natasha made you both agree you weren’t which you both did.

“Have you talked to Jake and Bradley?” A loud sigh slipped through your lips at her question. Natasha rolled her eyes at the obvious answer on your face.

“No. I didn’t want to bother them.” Sylvia’s head popped up from over Natasha’s back. Her masseuse paused her movements as you gave her a look of surprise.

“You know those boys worship the ground you walk on right?” Your cheeks heated at her rhetorical question. Because you knew they always treated you right. Never made you seem like you were annoying them or bothering them in any way. You laughed at yourself realizing how silly you had been acting.

“I’ll talk to them soon, I promise.” Your promise seemed to be enough for them because all of you put your heads back down and continued your massages in content silence. The three of you grabbed dinner after leaving the spa and you decided that you'd talk to your boyfriends the next night. When you got home they were already in bed. You got ready for bed silently and slipped under the sheets with them.

You went about the next day as usual. Your attitude was much more cheerful at work and you were looking forward to getting home. Though there was still some doubt running through your mind. Even though you couldn’t think of a time where they seemed fed up with you, you were still nervous that maybe what the three men said rang true. You stopped and bought flowers on your way home and were putting them in respective vases when you heard the front door opening.

“Honey, we’re home.”Bradley called out and they went straight to the bedroom bypassing the kitchen all together. They were both surprised when they didn’t find you in bed. You stood leaned up against the counter waiting for them to find you. A smile grew on your face as you heard them fighting with each other on who was going to find you first.

“I found her, Bradshaw.” Jake called out as he spotted you. He ran up to you and spun you around gleefully.

“The funniest thing happened at work today.” Bradley said as he came into view. Jake sets you down, giving you a chaste kiss. Then Bradley was scooping you up nuzzling his face into your neck.

“What happened?” You giggled as his mustache tickled your skin.

“Natasha broke Yale’s nose. Then Mav announced that Yale, Harvard and Fritz are being transferred.” Your jaw dropped at Jake’s words, you did not expect Natasha to get violent.

“Oh.” Was all you could say, Bradley pulled back and eyed you. He expected you to be a bit more surprised at the news.

“Any idea why she would do that?” His mustache twitched as he spoke, cocking his head ever so slightly to the side.

“Uhm, I may have an idea.” You shrugged at him nonchalantly, pulling back from his grasp to move around the flowers in one of your vases.

“Care to share?” Bradley asked at the same time Jake spoke up.

“Does this have anything to do with why you’ve been acting weird?” Your hands paused around a rose as you nodded.

“I overheard them talking when I went inside for my lemonade. They were saying that I was annoying and too much. Said that you were both probably fed up with me.” They both knew of the insecurities you had from some bullying you went through growing up.

“Oh sweetheart. Why didn’t you say anything?” Jake moved your face towards his and looked for a clue on how you were feeling.

“I didn’t want to bother you guys. But Nat and Sylv both made it very clear that there was no way they were right. So I was going to talk to you guys tonight. But it seems that you guys beat me to it.” You watched his face for any signs that what they said could be true. But you found none, there was just pure love within his eyes.

“Now I want to punch them.” Bradley piped up and you snorted, though you knew he was being slightly serious.

“Sylv said we should key their cars.” You could see a spark of inspiration in Bradleys eyes as you glanced at him. Jake shook his head and kissed your cheek before moving around you.

“Neither of you are keying their cars.” The look that you and Bradley gave each other did nothing to reassure him.

“More seriously though you know we both love you right?” Bradley settled both of his hands on your hips and forced his face into a serious expression.

“I know that honey. Just had some old doubts eating at me these last couple of days.” Your thumb brushed against his cheek as you smiled at him.

“It was honestly the worst without hearing you call me sweetcheeks. Also I never realized how much I’d miss those cute cat videos until you weren’t sending them. Please promise to never deprive us of your magical personality again babe.” You felt your stomach start to flutter as butterflies flew through it rapidly. Jake always knew the right thing to say to brighten your mood.

“I promise.” You grinned at both of them, you knew at that moment you’d never find anyone better for you than the two men standing in the kitchen with you.

“Good now let's go get ice cream.” Bradley didn’t leave any room for debate and had you thrown over his shoulder in a moment, giggles poured out of you as they walked you out the door. Because where Jake knew what to say to brighten your mood Bradley always knew what to do.

A/N:Firstly I want to apologize for taking so long to write this. Secondly I hope this is what you wanted. Lastly as always likes, comments, follows and reblogs are much appreciated.

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hederasgarden · 2 years

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Night Drive

Summary: Your reunion with Rooster gets interrupted by Hangman.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x F!Reader x Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Word Count: 867

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Semi public oral sex (m receiving), discussions of threesome, cum swapping and dirty talk.

A/N: Thank you @whatblogisthis216 @therebeccaw and @wildbornsiren for looking this over. I have been away for a while and had anxious moment about my writing skills. Thanks guys!

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It’s dark on the beach, the stars above bright and beautiful with the ocean waves crashing against the shore, but you don’t see or hear any of that. Your face is pressed firmly against Rooster’s hard, tanned stomach and his soft grunts fill your ears.

“Fuck,” he sighs, hands on the back of your head keeping you in place.

You moan in response, trying to breathe around his thick length as you suck on his cock. Giving him a blow job in the front seat of his bronco isn’t the brightest idea, but you’re parked in a quiet and secluded spot. Here Rooster can be as loud as he wants and there’s no danger of someone overhearing the wet, sloppy sounds you’re making.

God, you’ve missed him. He’s been gone on a mission for weeks and the familiar taste of his skin and cum are enough to have you wet and achy.

“Couldn’t wait to get home, huh?” A voice asks, startling you both.

It’s Hangman, his southern drawl unmistakable. If you weren’t so preoccupied with swallowing all of Rooster, you might have told him to fuck off. You ignore him, bobbing your head.

“Like you’d deny her,” Rooster retorts, panting, squeezing and rubbing the back of your neck.

You can see Hangman’s feet shuffle closer and he whistles, bending down until his face is level with yours. He drags his fingertips along the curve of your jaw.

“Can’t blame you, Rooster. She looks real pretty like this with those tears and that eager little tongue.”

You can tell your boyfriend is getting ready for a quippy retort so you hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue. He swears, groaning deeply. Hangman’s eyes are still on you and it emboldens you. The hand on your head twitches and you continue to work Rooster over, more enthusiastically than before. Just when you feel his heavy balls draw up against your lips you pull off him.

Sitting up with a smile, you ignore the wrecked sound Rooster makes in response. His thigh trembles below the hand you rest there, letting you know just how needy he is. “Sweetheart,” he whines, trying to guide you back to his cock.

“This isn’t a free show. It’s going to cost you,” you tell Hangman, ignoring your boyfriend.

“Oh darlin, you know I’m good for it,” he boasts, using his thumb to wipe the spit on your mouth. He maintains eye contact as he slowly licks his finger clean. The skin around his eyes crinkle and he gives you a smug look.

“What did you have in mind?” You ask him, dropping your hand to Rooster’s lap to lazily stroke him. His desperate little grunt has you slowing your motion, teasing him further. Hangman’s gaze follows the movement, seemingly entranced.

“Paris is nice this time of year,” he says finally, grinning when Rooster bucks into your hand.

“Here?” you ask, doubtfully.

“No, at home,” Hangman tells you. “Unlike Rooster, I don’t like people looking at what’s mine.”

You roll your eyes, but shake his offered hand. Like you were going to say no to a night between your favorite men.

“Great. We have a deal. Now shut the fuck up,” Rooster dismisses, grasping the back of your neck to draw you back down to his aching cock. “Can’t you see the lady’s busy?”

You start again by teasing the head of his cock, tonguing at his slit while you twist his length in your hand. He’s achingly close and normally you’d let him come down your throat but tonight you have something else in mind. You keep just the tip between your lips, sucking and teasing him until he lifts his hips and fills your mouth with his hot, salty spend. You swallow some, savoring the taste and moaning deeply. Then you rise up on your knees and beckon Hangman closer.

He seems aware of your plan, licking his lips before kissing you deeply. You open your mouth to share Rooster’s taste with him, loving how your tongues tangle together, and Hangman swallows without hesitation. He rubs your arms and continues to kiss you until air becomes necessary and you pull away.

“Well shit, honey,” he begins, reaching down to adjust himself. “That was fucking something. I think you sucked Rooster’s brains out.”

You glance down at your boyfriend who looks absolutely spent. He’s panting heavily, his cheeks flushed. His cock is still half hard, shiny from your spit and his cum. He groans when you swipe your thumb over his head to gather whatever your mouth missed. One eye snaps open to watch you lick your finger clean.

“Fuck,” he mutters, laying his head back.

“If you’re not up for it Bradshaw, I can handle her all on my own,” Hangman taunts.

“Fuck off,” your boyfriend grumbles. “Give me two minutes and I’m good to go.”

“You better be,” you warn him, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. “I was promised quite the trip and we both know Hangman can’t get me there on his own.”

"Better watch that smart mouth," Hangman warns.

"Make me," you shoot back, grinning.

“You two are going to kill me,” Rooster sighs.

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blue-aconite · 2 years

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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

Authors Note: This is for @callsign-phoenix 500 followers celebration! It’s a little late but it’s here now! Congratulations Soph on 500 followers! And thank you to @marvelandotherfandomimagines and @anniesocsandgeneralstore for beta’ing!

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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callsigns-haze · 2 months

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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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Let Me Go || Part 10

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

Warnings: ANGST (but you knew that), minor character death, Some Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

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

Author's Note: The long awaited Part 10. So this is the final part of the story, but there is still an epilogue coming (actually already started writing it as we speak or rather type). Sorry for the long wait once again, school and law school apps really got the best of me. But I did end up getting into law school with a great scholarship so yay! This chapter was so hard to write, I really kept going back and forth on how I was gonna end it and I know I'm not gonna make everyone happy with how I ended it but I think I went the best possible and realistic way that's healthy for all the characters involved. And I am really happy with what I came up with. I also had such a bad case of writer's block but thanks to some brainstorming with one of my best friends (who I forced to listen to the plot of the story). He helped me come up with an ending I was happy with. So thank you again for your patience and I also I wanna apologize to everyone who asked to be in the tag list that I didn't add, its impossible to keep track of who asked. But without further ado, here is Part 10 of Let Me Go!

You needed a moment to gather your thoughts before responding to Jake's plea. You took a deep breath and wiped the tears from your eyes.

"Jake, of course I still love you," you said, your voice quivering slightly. "But that's not the point. Love alone is not enough to fix what's broken between us."

"I know," Jake replied, his eyes downcast.

"You also have to understand that what I had with Bradley was not the same as what we have," you continued.

"Yes I fell in love with him. How was I not supposed to? He loved me when it felt like you could not, he loved me selflessly and loved our daughter like his own. I can’t just ignore that.”

"You fell in love with Rooster…." Jake repeated, voice low and full of despair.

“I thought it was you and me forever Sweets. I can’t believe you’d go back on our vows and leave me for Rooster!”

“And its not just you and me (y/n), we have a daughter! Imagine how confusing all of this is for her!” Jake was fuming once again, clearly jumping from the bargaining stage of grief back to anger.

“You didn’t think about our daughter when you fucked that corpsman!”

“That’s different (y/n)! She was a stranger, you fell in love with MY friend. Someone I thought was JUST your friend.”

“This is different," you said, feeling a mix of anger and frustration rise in your chest. "Rooster is not just a friend, he's someone I have a deep connection with. And I know it's hard for you to understand, but I can't just turn off my feelings for him."

Jake looked up at you, his expression a mixture of hurt and anger. "So what are you saying, that you want to be with him instead of me?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying," you replied firmly.

Jake's eyes widened as he processed your words. "So what is it? You're just going to leave me here, alone and broken?"

The anger began to rise in you as you spoke. "No, Jake, I'm not leaving you alone and broken. You did that to yourself when you cheated on me. You broke our trust and shattered the foundation of our relationship. And now you have to deal with the consequences."

Jake's face fell as your words hit him like a ton of bricks. "I know what I did was wrong," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm willing to do anything to make it up to you. I love you, (y/n), and I don't want to lose you."

Your anger began to boil over as you listened to Jake's pleas. "Love is not enough, Jake," you spat out. "It takes more than love to build a strong and healthy relationship. It takes trust, honesty, and respect. And you betrayed all of that when you cheated on me."

Jake hung his head in shame as you continued to speak. "I need time to heal and figure out if I can ever trust you again. And right now, that means being on my own. I can't just forgive you and forget what you did. It's not that simple."

“And I know you said that you’re willing to forgive my relationship with Bradley, but we both know that the hurt lives in you, you cannot just instantly forget what Bradley and I shared.”

Jake looked up at you, his eyes pleading. "Please, (y/n), don't do this. I know I messed up, I know we both did, but I'm willing to do anything to make it right. Please do this with me"

"We had your chance, Jake," you replied, your voice stern. "And we blew it. I shut you out rather than figure it out with you. I fell in love with someone else.We both need time to think and figure out what's best for ourselves and our daughter. And right now, for me, that means being away from you."

Jake's eyes filled with tears as he realized the gravity of the situation. "Please don't do this," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "I need you, (y/n)."

But you stood firm in your decision. "I'm sorry, Jake. But we can't keep putting ourselves and our daughter through this pain. We need time apart to figure things out."

Jake looked at you, sadness etched on his face. "But what if we can't make things work? What if we can't get back together?"

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. "Then we have to accept that and do what's best for our daughter. We both love her, and we'll always be there for her."

“I love you (y/n), I always will, no matter what.”

“I know Jake.”

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"We need to talk"

“Can I come over?”

His heart rate picked up as he replied, "Of course”

“I'll be there in 10 minutes."

Bradley quickly got up from bed, threw on a hoodie and pants, and sat on his couch as he waited for your arrival. The minutes felt like years as he tried to control the thoughts racing through his head. Was something wrong? Was everything okay with Jake and Astrid? He had to find out.

When he heard a knock on the door, he noticed that he forgot to turn the lights on, probably a result of his distracted thoughts. He opened the front door and waved for you to enter.

"Hey," you said, walking into the living room. "Thanks for letting me come over again, for the second time tonight. I know its late"

"Of course, what's going on?" Bradley asked, concern etched on his face.

You took a deep breath before speaking. "Jake and I are separating."

Bradley's heart dropped as he heard the news. He knew how much you loved Jake and how much you wanted to make things work with him, despite everything that had happened. But he also couldn’t forget your year together.

He knew he shouldn't feel happy that your marriage was falling apart, but a small part of him couldn't help feeling hopeful for what it might mean for him and you. But he quickly pushed those thoughts aside, knowing that this was not the time or place for them.

"I'm so sorry, (y/n). Are you okay?"

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "No, I'm not okay. But I need to be strong for Astrid.”

Bradley wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "You don't have to do this alone. I'm here for you, (y/n). Whatever you need."

You shrugged off his embrace, which you have never done before. This action took Bradley by surprise, and he couldn’t lie hurt a little bit. But he knew that there was a large weight you holding on your shoulders, one that you were mustering up the courage to tell him.

“I need to leave, I’m moving back to San Diego. I’m going to take Astrid with me.”

“You’re leaving?” Bradley couldn’t believe it

“But..how about us?”

Bradley knew it was selfish asking about his standing with you after you told him that you and your husband were separated. But the thought of losing you and Astrid left his body feeling like its been hit by a truck.

“Roo.. I love you.”

Surprise painted Bradley’s face upon hearing your words, you finally told him those 3 little words that he’s been desperately waiting for.

“But I can’t be with you. Jake cheated on me with another woman. But I am not innocent in this situation. I fell in love with you knowing that there was another man that I promised my life to. He hurt me, but I’ve hurt him just as much. And its not okay.”

“I am so in love with you but I need to get away from here. I don't know what I want right now, and I need to figure things out on my own.”

As the words left your mouth, Bradley felt like the ground beneath him had given way. He had hoped that this would be the moment when you would finally see him as more than just a friend, and he got his wish. But now, it felt like the walls were closing in on him.

He tried to keep his voice steady as he responded, "I understand, (y/n). Take all the time you need." His eyes were burning, and he struggled to keep his composure. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you now, after all this time.

You looked at him with a sad smile, and his heart broke a little more. "Thank you, Bradley. You're a good friend."

Friend. The word echoed in his mind like a taunt. He had been fooling himself all along, thinking that he had a chance with you. He couldn't help but wonder if he had missed his shot.

Before you could leave, you turned to him and said,

"I hope that there will be a time for us but not right now."

“I promise,maybe one day when my head is less fucked up, and I can give my entire self to you and I can give you all the love you deserve. When I’m ready, I will come back for you. If you’ll have me..”

Those words left him feeling even more uncertain. He didn't know when you would be ready, or what you would say when you finally did reach out. All he knew was that his heart was breaking, and he didn't know how to fix it.

As he watched you walk out of his apartment, he couldn't help but feel like everything was slipping through his fingers. He didn't know if he would ever get another chance with you, and that thought left him feeling empty and alone.

Bradley closed the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. He knew that he needed to give you the space you were asking for, but it felt like the hardest thing he had ever done. All he could do now was wait, and hope that one day you would come back to him.

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After you returned home, you saw that Jake had some of his belongings packed in a bag. You made eye contact with him as he walked down the stairs, hating yourself for hurting not just him but Bradley as well. But you knew this is what you all needed.

“Thank you for staying with her, while I went to talk to Bradley.”

Jake felt his throat get dry at the sound of his rival’s name, biting down the bitter remark that would leave his mouth, knowing that it would do nothing to help the situation. Choosing to plop himself down on the couch.

“I went to tell Pixie goodbye but she’s still asleep. Can you tell her for me?”

You gave him a small nod in response.

“I’m going to stay at a place on base, give you your space.”

“Thanks Jake, I promise we’ll only be here for a few more days. Until I make arrangements for me and Astrid to get back to San Diego…. Penny said we could stay with her until we find our own place.”

“Are you sure leaving is the best thing to do right now?”

“I think its the only thing that makes sense for me to do right now.” You replied, sternly.

Silence hung in the air as Jake stared at you, processing your words. You could see the hurt and confusion etched on his face, and you wished that things could be different. You wished that you could turn back time and make different choices, but you knew that was impossible.

After a few moments, Jake nodded slowly. "I understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't like it, but I understand."

You let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. "Thank you," you said, your own voice barely above a whisper. "I just need some time to think things through."

Jake stood up from the couch, his eyes still fixed on you. "I'll give you all the time you need," he said. "But just know that I love you, and I'll always be here for you and our daughter."

You managed a small smile, grateful for Jake's words. "I know," you said. "And I love you too. But right now, I need to be on my own."

With that, Jake nodded and headed towards the door. Before he left, he turned back to look at you one last time. "Take care of yourself," he said softly.

You didn’t understand why but that exact moment you remembered the day of your wedding.

The wedding took place on a the beach next to the Hard Deck, where you first met, with soft white sand and the sound of the waves crashing in the background. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the entire scene.

You wore a simple backless satin white gown with a slit and court train that flowed behind you as you walked down the aisle. Jake had never seen anymore radiant or breathtakingly beautiful.

Penny held your arm tight, as you both made your way down the white aisle in the sand. She was the closest thing you had to family since your mom died and it meant so much to you that she not only planned the whole event but also wanted to be the one to walk you down the aisle.

As you reached the altar, you looked up and locked eyes with Jake, a dashing naval aviator in his dress uniform. He wore his medals and insignia with pride, and the way he looked at you made yout heart skip a beat.

You and Jake agreed to not write vows, you knew how you felt about each other and you didn’t feel the need to have to express it with words. Which is why it surprised you when he pulled a piece of folded paper from his pocket and started reading.

“My sweets,

I stand before you today, in my dress whites, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. As a naval aviator, I have flown through the skies and seen countless wonders, but nothing compares to the beauty of you. You are my everything, my anchor, my inspiration, my love.

From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. Your spunky attitude, your unwavering ambition, and your stunning beauty captivated me from the start. I have never met anyone like you before, and I never want to let you go.

As we stand here today, I want to promise to always support you in your dreams, just as you have supported me in mine. I promise to stand by your side through thick and thin, in good times and in bad. I promise to cherish every moment we spend together, and to never take our love for granted.

I promise to be your rock, your confidant, and your partner for life. I vow to always make you feel loved, respected, and cherished. I will be there for you in every moment, whether it's sharing the highs of your accomplishments or the lows of your struggles.

Together, we will create a life full of adventure, joy, and love. I am so grateful to have you as my partner, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I love you more than words can express, and I promise to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.

Yours forever,

Zuko

You felt tears swell in your eyes at his admission, you had never felt this much love from anyone, and here is this man promising you love and devotion forever. None of it felt real.

“Jake… I-i I didn’t have anything prepared…” You whispered cheeks red in embarrassment.

“You don’t need to Sweets, I wanted you and everyone here to know I felt about you.”

“You show me how you love me every single day and that’s all I could ever want.”

You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes.

You exchanged rings, Jake took your hand and lifted it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your skin. Before he gently took your face in his hands placing a soft delicate kiss on your lips.

You smiled and blushed, feeling overwhelmed with love for your husband.

After the ceremony, both of you as husband and wife took a walk along the beach, hand in hand. Jake swept you bride off your feet and carried her across a shallow part of the water, causing you to laugh and giggle like a child.

At the reception, You held each other tightly as you swayed to soft acoustic playing out of the speakers. You were surrounded by their family and friends, who toasted to your happiness and future together.

As the night drew to a close, Jake took your hand and led you away to a secluded spot on the beach. You sat down on a blanket and watched the stars twinkle in the sky, cuddling close to each other.

Jake whispered sweet nothings into you ear, telling you how much he loved you and how grateful he was to have you as his partner for life. You shared a tender kiss as the waves lapped at your feet, promising to love each other forever.

That memory flashbacked in your mind, cracking your already broken heart even more that it already was. But you were set in your decision, you two were different people then. With different dreams, love untainted by time and circumstances. You don’t know if you could ever go back to the way you were.

You nodded, watching as he closed the door behind him. Alone in the quiet house, you let out a deep sigh and let the tears fall freely once again. You didn't know what the future held, but you knew that you needed to take things one day at a time. For now, all you could do was focus on yourself and your daughter, and try to heal from the pain and heartbreak that had consumed your life.

You are going to be okay. You and Astrid are going to be okay.

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“Mom! Hurry up! I’m supposed to be at practice in 10 minutes!”

Your 8 year daughter was such a stickler for punctuality, you honestly sometimes questioned if she really was your daughter. You had the tendency to be fashionably late (if fashionably was 30 minutes), taking your time to make your way to events.

“The field is 5 minutes away Atty, you’ll be fine.”

“That’s what you said last week, but I ended up being 10 minutes late to warm-ups!”

She pouted as you walked out into the foyer pulling your shoes onto your feet.

“Coach wouldn’t let me play the first half!” She continued.

“Well don’t worry Sweetie, you make such a pretty benchwarmer.” You joked pinching her cheeks.

You were greeted by your daughters scowl, she looked absolutely terrifying for a little (*ahem* big) girl dressed in a bright yellow soccer uniform, pastel pink cleats, and pigtails.

Her punctuality and her terrifying glare, two things she’s inherited from her father.

You dropped her off at a mostly empty soccer field, with only the two coaches and 2 other players occupying the area.

“Where is everyone?”

“Coach moved practice to 30 minutes later.” Your devious daughter smiled coyly.

“Astrid Eleanor Seresin…did you just lie to your mother?” You raised an eyebrow at her.

She quickly opened the car door and rushed out.

“Omission is not a lie!” She yelled as she ran away.

“Casey’s mom is dropping me off at home!”

“Okay! I’m gonna see Auntie Penny!”

“Tell her her I said Hi!”

You chuckled as you watched her retreating figure get further into the field. What kind of 8 year old knew the word “omission”? She no doubtly learned that from her father. Classic Jake.

You put your car back in drive and made your way to the Hard Deck.

“Hey Sweet Pea! Where’s my sweet little goddaughter?” Penny asked from behind the counter as you walked into the bar.

It was still early afternoon so the bar was occupied by the bar staff getting ready for a night of servicing navy men.

“Soccer practice.” You replied.

“You said putting her in sports will tire her out but its somehow made her more energetic.” You groaned taking a seat at the bar.

“She is her father’s daughter.” You heard a voice quip originating from the supply closet.

“Hey Mav.” You smiled at the captain,

“Hey (y/n), you and Atty still coming for the barbeque on Thursday?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Atty says no one can grill em like you.” you responded.

“That’s why shes my favorite.” Mav smiled with a toothy grin as he returned to the storage closet.

“Sweet Pea, do you mind manning the bar for a second? I’m sure no one will come in, but just in case. Last time I left Pete unsupervised he dropped a whole pallet of beer.” Penny sighed.

“It’s been a little while, but sure Penny.”

“Anything for you.”

“Thanks Sweet Pea”

It was strange to be behind the bar, you and Astrid had been back at Fightertown for the past four years.

It was really hard to explain to her the situation, but she was a smart child. She knew there was more going on between you, Bradley, and Jake than you let her in on. She knew that space from her Uncle Roo Roo and her Daddy was absolutely necessary for her mother’s well-being, and she was more than willing to be amenable to change if it meant you were happier.

You eventually found a little one story house near Penny (and now Mav’s house), it was small but it was cozy and it was more than enough space for the two of you. You found a job in a nearby law firm, where you rose up the ranks and got your own corner office.

You finally got the time to relax and breathe, to really focus on yourself, your dreams, and your daughter. And finally after 4 years, you finally felt at peace.

The pain and the trauma will always live within but you have gotten to a place where you are content with your life and your past because it led you full circle. In Miramar, right where you belonged.

As you stared down on the bar and wiped down the glasses reminiscing on your life, you didn’t notice the figure that walked into the empty bar.

He plopped himself down in a stool in front of you and cleared his throat.

You looked up and made eye contact with the figure and smiled.

“Hey”

“Hi”

It honestly felt like coming home

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Why Not Both? | Rooster x Reader x Hangman

Summary: When Bradley hooked up with you, it was meant to ease his frustrations while deployed. But when his bunkmate walks in while Bradley has you in a compromising position, things get a little more interesting.

Warnings: 100% smut, threesome

Length: 1100 words

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

This was written for Smutsational Smutfest! Check out my masterlist for more!

Bradley barely knew you, but you were sexy and willing. And his pent up need for release before his mission tomorrow had him inviting you to his shared bunk on the aircraft carrier.

He practically growled when you knocked on his door with a smirk on your face. "My bunkmate will be in the gym for a while. Come here." Before the door was closed behind you, Bradley had his lips on yours while you started unzipping his pants.

Your hand was stroking his cock, giving him a little relief while you moaned into his mouth. "You're huge," you gasped, running your hand along his entire length and gently squeezing his balls.

"Mmm," he agreed, gently opening your mouth with his thumb to get a taste of your tongue. Your hand felt so good, but he wanted to feel your pussy. He stripped off your shirt and your bra, teasing your tits until you were rubbing yourself all over him.

You were moaning into his mouth, tugging his bottom lip gently with your teeth while his cock throbbed in your hand. Bradley guided you to the edge of his bed where you sat down, and pulled his dick free from his jeans.

It seemed like you weren't the type to waste any time, and that's exactly what he was hoping for right now. You sucked his cock while he managed to free himself of his clothing, taking him deep to the back of your throat and gagging. When you released him, saliva dripped down your chin and he grinned at you.

"Pretty," he whispered, bending and kissing you rough on the lips while you whimpered. Then he knelt in front of you and removed your shoes, jeans and underwear, placing a kiss to the soft skin just above your pussy before standing again. Then he pulled you to your feet and you were looking up at him with wide eyes. "Bend over."

"Yes sir, Lieutenant," you whispered with a grin before turning your back to him and bending over his bed. Bradley took your ass in both hands, lined himself up, and pushed deep inside your pussy. You gasped as he bottomed out, and Bradley's eyes fluttered closed. He fucked you hard, bending over so his chest was pressed to your back.

"Do you like that, baby? A little rough?" he grunted, working his hips so he was slamming into you. He peppered your shoulder with gentle kisses while he railed your pussy.

"I love it," you promised, looking at him over your shoulder as you gasped for air. Then Bradley froze with his cock buried inside you when the door opened, revealing his roommate.

"S-Sorry," Jake sputtered, eyes wide at the scene in front of him as you both turned to look at him. "I was just leaving," he whispered loudly as his cheeks started to flush.

But Bradley kept on stroking your clit and kissing your soft skin like it didn't matter if Jake was there or not. You looked at Bradley and bit your lip before turning back toward Jake and saying, "You can stay. Could be fun."

Jake's eyes were wide as he made eye contact with Bradley, who was actively thrusting into you again. "Come on man, she has a mouth, too. Don't you, baby?"

You giggled and agreed with him while Bradley repositioned you a little bit. You coaxed Jake a little closer while Bradley fucked you harder from behind, and then you were pulling down Jake's gym shorts, revealing that he was already so hard.

Jake hissed when you wrapped your lips around his cock and sucked on him, and Bradley watched him caress your cheek. "She's sweet, right?" Bradley asked, reaching up to squeeze your tits, keeping you in this Eiffel Tower position between himself and Jake.

Jake just grunted, his eyes mesmerized as he watched you take him in your mouth. "Hit her a little harder," Jake told him, and Bradley railed you so you were deep throating Jake.

Bradley watched, fascinated by the sight of you taking both of them so well at the same time. He'd never done anything quite like this before, but he was definitely enjoying himself. Whenever his eyes met Jake's, Bradley could tell he was just as turned on.

The combined sounds that you and Jake were making had Bradley getting close to his release. "Can I cum in your tight, little pussy?" he asked, panting hard as he fucked you with long, hard strokes, hands grabbing your hips.

"Mmmhmm," you hummed around Jake, bobbing your head in time with Bradley's thrusts. And then he felt that tightening sensation, followed by the sweet release of his cum filling you up.

"Oh, god damn!" Bradley barked. "Fuck. So good!" You wiggled back against him until you were gagging on Jake. Then Bradley watched his cum drip out of you and onto the floor when he pulled himself from your hole.

Jake stroked your cheek and pulled your hair until you released him with a pop. "Turn around, baby." And then Bradley was treated to the sight of Jake fucking your pussy which was oozing with his cum. "So wet and warm. Rooster did a number on you, yeah?"

You reached for Bradley, and he stepped toward you in a daze as you stood up straighter, still getting fucked by Jake. Bradley kissed your lips softly and stroked your clit, murmuring about you being a good girl for both of them. "I could tell you were sweet," he praised you. "Such a nasty little girl."

Your tits were bouncing against his chest with each thrust you were treated to, and soon you were cumming at the same time as Jake. Your lips were quivering against Bradley's mouth as you held onto him.

When you stood, both men were transfixed on the sight of their cum dripping down your legs and the fucked out look on your face. You smiled softly and kissed first Bradley and then Jake before switching back to Bradley, and then the three of you were sharing kisses. Your eyes drifted closed as both men let you know you'd be more than welcome in their bunk at any time.

"Fly safely tomorrow, boys," you whispered, pulling your clothes back on. "Let's do this again right after your mission."

And then you were gone, leaving Bradley and Jake staring at each other, standing in the mess of cum on the bunk floor.

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sometimesanalice · 8 months

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Up the Ante

Summary: Rooster had heard the stories- the ones that had followed him and Hangman around for years. You, however, are more than happy to find out for yourself if all the rumors were true. (read it here!)

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callsign-phoenix · 2 years

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I wrote this for the kinktober event, I hope you like it!

It is a (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin) x female!reader x Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw imagine.

Thank you @marvelandotherfandomimagines for proofreading and @topguncortez for the gorgeous header!

Kinktober day 19: voyeurism

Warnings: voyeurism, cursing, 18+

Jake Seresin and you were together for years already.

He loved you dearly, he was so proud whenever you went out in public together and showed you off any chance he got.

While you were in a successful relationship, Jake had a thought that came to haunt him occasionally whenever you met Bradley Bradshaw.

Jake couldn’t deny that you looked good together and he hated that he liked the way his fellow aviator was looking at you, he took you in fully and without reserve.

It wasn’t appropriate to look at you like that seeing as you were in a relationship but Jake didn’t dislike it, he actually felt turned on when he thought about you and Bradley together.

He felt jealous when his friend flirted with you of course but he trusted you completely, you always managed to evade his flirting, especially since Bradley didn’t make any honest advances towards you either.

It was only playful flirting, showing you the possibility how it could be should your love with Jake come to an end.

When Jake asked you what you thought about having a night with Bradley you thought it was a joke at first, until his serious face sobered you up quickly.

He was careful but earnest as he explained his thoughts and feelings and asked what you thought about it.

It took you a few seconds to come to an opinion but you agreed to his suggestion, the idea of being with anyone but Jake feeling foreign to you.

You told him as much and he was happy to hear it, but a few days later you found yourself at the Hard Deck, flirting back when Bradley started to compliment you.

He was confused at first, even glancing at Jake who was watching you from afar, but you set a hand to his thigh, sending him a comforting smile as you did so.

It wasn’t long until Jake came over to talk to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as he looked straight at his coworker.

“We have a proposition for you, if you’re up for it, Bradshaw,” he said, and you could see Bradley’s eyes widen just slightly.

“You get to fuck my girlfriend, under the condition that I get to watch.”

After a few seconds Bradley agreed eagerly, and the three of you made your way home.

The atmosphere in the car was tense but you knew that what you were doing was what you wanted, you were sure Jake needed it and you did it because you wanted him to be happy, and Bradley was attractive enough that you wouldn’t have any problems with it.

If you were honest you would have gone out with him if you had been single, so being with Jake and having that opportunity made you giddy in anticipation.

Nevertheless you made sure to watch your boyfriend’s reaction closely as you guided both men to your bedroom, pushing Bradley to sit on the bed and straddling his lap as you watched Jake take a seat in the armchair you had placed by the window to face the bed.

After a nod from your boyfriend you leaned down to kiss Bradley, your lips merely dragging along his until he reciprocated the kiss.

You moved his hands to rest on your back and he got the hint, letting his hands roam more freely, along with his lips.

When he moved to kiss down your throat you glanced once again at Jake, who was entirely focused on how Bradley was touching you.

You took your friend’s face in your hands to look at him, sending him a small smile as you moved off his lap.

When you took your clothes off he did the same, and you felt both men’s eyes on you again.

Wearing only your underwear you pushed Bradley’s chest lightly and he got the hint, resituating himself more in the middle of the bed so you could straddle him again.

It felt much more intimate as you did so and you once took reassurance from a glance at Jake before you leaned in again to kiss your boyfriend’s coworker, letting his hands roam over your naked figure.

Bradley didn’t know how much was allowed so he let you keep your bra and panties on, having his hands run over your body and cup over the fabric of your bra as well.

When you moved to pull his boxers off his legs he lay down completely, his head propped up on the pillow as he looked up at you.

He loved the sight of you on top of him and Jake groaned slightly when you moved to retrieve a condom, putting it on Bradley’s cock and looking him in the eye.

Jake liked the fact that you didn’t look at him when you straddled Bradley again, taking what you wanted without a glance at him.

All three of you moaned pretty much simultaneously and Bradley gripped your hips, holding you still before he allowed you to move again.

He glanced at your boyfriend before he moved both his and your hips in a circular motion, earning a moan from you that made his attention snap back to you.

“Shit, you look so pretty on my cock,” he whispered, and you nodded breathlessly.

You both moved to find the pleasure you were chasing and for someone who didn’t know your body Bradley did surprisingly well, but maybe that was partly because you felt your boyfriend’s eyes on you, giving you security and a thrill at the same time.

You moved faster and faster until you reached your high, you stilled on top of Bradley as he spilled into the condom.

The two of you were breathing heavily but so was Jake as he moved towards you with a wet towel, wiping your forehead and between your legs as he helped you get off of Bradley.

Jake offered a towel to Bradley as well but he declined as he sat up, moving towards the bathroom and picking up his boxers on the way as well.

You were on your own and Jake moved to sit at the edge of the bed, smoothing his hand over your hair as he looked at you.

“You okay?” He asked you and you nodded quickly, your eyes roaming his face to take him in carefully.

“Very,” you answered him as you moved closer to him, turning around to sit yourself down in his lap.

“You okay?” You asked back in turn as you heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open, and you felt Jake nod against the top of your head.

“Very,” he echoed and the two of you chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

When Bradley entered the room again he looked at the two of you and you wordlessly reached a hand out for him to take.

He moved towards you and you pulled him closer by the hand he offered you, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as he came to sit on the bed, facing you.

“Thank you, Brad. Stay?” You asked carefully and he glanced at your boyfriend before he nodded.

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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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