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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 1 year

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What Happens In Texas Stays In Texas: intrusive obsession (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: During their first vacation after Maisie is born, Ronnie forgets the breast pump. Good thing her husband has an oral fixation and a raging curiosity.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 1410

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ONLY MINORS DNI (breastfeeding stuff, lactation kink, jake seresin's oral fixation, vaginal fingering, dry humping, creaming pants, this is just straight filth)

regular au masterlist

A/N: likes are great but comments/reblogs are even better!

Jake came out of the shower to see Ronnie sitting at the edge of the bed, top half completely bare and t-shirt tossed into the corner by their suitcase. She gripped the comforter tight, shoulders heaving as she stared at the wall.

“You okay, darlin’?” he asked as he ran the towel over his hair again.

“No,” she whimpered, voice shaken with tears.

Jake quickly yanked on a pair of briefs before rounding the bed to see what was wrong. There were tears streaming down her face, brow pinched in pain as she continuously glanced down at her chest.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked quietly as he got down on his knees before her.

Ronnie sucked in a deep, shuddering breath before she spoke, “Maisie didn’t finish her boob before she fell asleep.”

His face softened in understanding, his hands racking up and down her thighs in a soothing motion. And now that he was really looking at her, he could see it too. Her breasts were swollen, painfully so — full of milk undrunk, hard and aching. Ronnie whined again as more tears slipped down her cheeks. Their daughter was a good sleeper, wouldn’t need another feed until morning. So she was left full and ready to feed with nowhere to put it.

“Alright, where’d you put the pump?”

“I-I forgot to pack it.”

“Ronnie,” he sighed, head dropping down to her lap.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she cried, leaning back on the heels of her hands. “I am regretting it so much right now — this fucking hurts.”

Jake had been trying to ignore the intrusive thought since the first time he watched Ronnie breastfeed Maisie. When it first popped into his head he found it depraved, maybe even a little sick. She was producing milk to feed their daughter, for crying out loud. It was a miracle, a beautiful thing of nature that astounded him and put him in awe of his wife and all that she was capable of. But once the thoughts started it was hard to make them stop. He thought about it constantly. What it must taste like. How it must feel. His cock twitched to life even as he sat on his knees before his miserable, crying wife. He told himself he was just trying to help her.

“I mean…” He started, coughed to try and hide the arousal in his tone, then tried again. “I mean, I could…?”

She caught his meaning immediately and threw her head back with a groan. “God, please Jake, anything to make this stop.”

“Okay,” he chuckled lightly, even as he readjusted his briefs around his already half-hard member.

Ronnie pulled herself back up to sit up straight as Jake’s hands found purchase on her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed so he could fit himself between her spread thighs. Skirt bunched up around her hips to provide better access. A whimper bubbled in her throat the closer his face got to her breasts, large nipples red and irritated already beginning to leak. On instinct, he licked the drop away before it could make a mess. The noise she made forced his hips to stutter against the mattress and boxspring.

“Jake, please,” she whispered breathlessly, hands combing into his hair to urge him closer to her swollen tit.

He couldn’t hesitate anymore. Not when she was offering so freely, not when she was in so much pain, not when he had been dreaming about this for months. Not when it felt like his lips practically itched to be around her. He didn’t even care if he seemed eager — he latched onto her and sucked deeply. Ronnie’s back arched, her fingers death gripping his hair. Milk burst onto his tongue and he groaned around her nipple. The taste was sweet and everything he ever wanted.

Then she pushed at his face and he stopped immediately. Both of their chests heaved. Jake wiped at the corner of his mouth. Watching disdainfully as her milk continued to dribble down the slope of her breast. For a moment, he feared it was all too much. That he had taken it too far.

“Gentle, please,” Ronnie whispered, hands curving back into his hair. “M’really sensitive. Your daughter is intense when it comes to her boobs.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled. “I’ll be gentle. Unlike some people.”

He threw a look over his shoulder at the other room where Maisie was sound asleep. Ronnie laughed despite the pain that she was still experiencing.

Putting his mouth on her again, he sucked gently as he squeezed the base of her breast — remembering from when he would sit next to her as she pumped. Ronnie sighed in sweet relief, her head falling back at the lessened pressure. But as she experienced relief, Jake was experiencing more and more pressure. His cock was rock hard, jumping at the taste of her milk and the sweet little sighs she released. God, he just couldn’t help it. He needed his own relief, it was becoming unbearable, impossible to ignore — no matter how much he wanted to just focus on helping his wife. But once he started rutting against the side of the mattress he really couldn’t stop.

“Oh,” Ronnie gasped.

She could feel it — of course she could. He was practically humping her leg. Slow, calculated thrusts in time with the way he sucked at her tit. She looked down at him, really looked down at him for the first time, and the way he looked back up at her made something like a fire lick down her spine straight to her core. His pupils were blown wide, consuming any hint of green. His cheeks were flushed a light shade of red that any other time she would have found adorable. His tongue swirled around her nipple as he sucked and her back arched, pushing her chest further into him as she made another one of those pretty little sounds he knew so well.

He pulled his lips off of her with a gasp, chest heaving. “Shit, fuck, please tell me you’re as into this as I am?”

“God, surprisingly,” she said.

Jake was quick to run his hand up the length of her thigh, her gasp small and yearning as he easily reached the apex. Her panties were soaked through. He moaned, hips adjusting uncaringly to rut against the slightly more forgiving flesh of her calf, as he moved the ruined fabric aside and easily slipped two fingers inside.

“Jesus, you’re wet.”

“S-Surprisingly,” she repeated, stuttering the word out around the delicious curl of his fingers.

“That feel good, darlin’?” he asked, pressing his thumb into her clit.

“Fuck,” she hissed, hips grinding against his hand as her fingers fisted the comforter beneath her. “Jake, the other one — please.”

He looked to her other, ignored, leaking breast. Still so swollen and hard. Watched as the milk rolled down her body to get soaked up by the fabric of her skirt. He licked his lips before latching on, forgetting to be careful as he sucked deeply. Ronnie cried out at the sensation, instantly slapping a hand over her mouth to keep any other noises at bay. She was not about to let this get interrupted by a crying, rudely awoken baby. Jake, ever the expert at multitasking, kept up the pace of his fingers in her core — keeping it in time with the swirl of his tongue and draw of his lips on her tit.

He swirled his thumb on her clit and she whimpered soft and broken, her fingers clawing onto the back of his head to keep him right where she wanted him. “Don’t stop, please, don’t. Feels so good.”

Jake groaned around her nipple, pumping his fingers faster in time with the piston of his hips against her leg. Then, suddenly, she crashed into it. Her cunt clamping down on his fingers hard, sucking him back in. With her head thrown back and a breathless moan spilling endlessly from her lips. Jake detatched from her breast as his hips stuttered to a stop, breathless and flushed and more than anything surprised by what just happened.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, pressing his face into her belly. “I just creamed my pants like a fucking teenager.”

“I don’t think a teenager would ever do what we just did, babe,” Ronnie laughed back, smoothing down the wild strands of his hair that she herself had messed.

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perfectprettypisces · 2 years

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TPATP Series Masterlist

The Princess and The Pilot • Hangman x Admiral’sDaughter!OC

Synopsis: To be fair, Jake didn’t know Maya was the daughter of an admiral when they started dating. Or that her father was none other than Wilson “Hitchcock” Hayes, the legendary pilot famous for having a chip on his shoulder larger than the state of Texas and four sons who all graduated from the TOPGUN program. With her entire family set to come down to San Diego for her graduation, Jake enlists the help of his friends to woo his girlfriend’s family.

Warnings: swearing, angst(?), wild inaccuracies of the military, more to come

Prologue: Meet The Family

Jake finds out who his girlfriend’s family really is.

Part One: Mouse

Hangman learns why they call him Mouse.

Part Two: Sparky

The past comes back to bite Hangman in the ass.

Part 3: Choices

Maya’s left to deal with the aftermath of Sparky’s surprise visit.

Part 4: Junior

Hangman’s conversation with a stranger leads to a surprise.

Part 5: Pops

Hanging out with Maya’s nieces brings up more than one important conversation.

Part 6: Confession

Everyone’s okay, everything’s okay. Right?

Part 7: Hitchcock

There’s a party thrown in Maya’s honor and lots of people are invited.

Part 8: Meredith

Jake and Hitchcock finally have a long-awaited chat.

(ONGOING: Last Updated - 2/14/23)

Bonus Content: (Blurbs, Texts, etc.)

Extra

Congrats!

Blurbs

Car Rides

Hayes Brothers’ Groupchat (Texts):

First Impressions

Intervention

Calm Down, Sparky

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djarinsidebitch · 2 years

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What Happens at Girl's Night Stays at Girl's Night {b.f/n.t/s.o}

pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace/Samantha 'Cosmo' Ortiz. Past!Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace/Samantha 'Cosmo' Ortiz. kinda insinuated future!Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw/Samantha 'Cosmo' Ortiz

[a/n] alright, this was supposed to go up yesterday but I had such a bad migraine that the idea of looking at a screen was death. I have come to the conclusion that I am going to just post both versions. This is the OC version since I have to go through and reformat some sentences to make it more accessible for everyone.

That being said the oc in here is Samantha "Cosmo" Ortiz, she is a top gun graduate and actual stealth pilot. She grew up with a single dad, who is a USMC vet, in the Bronx after her mother decided that being a mom wasn't for her. She got her callsign from punching another aviator so hard they knocked out, or "saw stars" and the callsign cosmo was born. It's not really mentioned until the very end but she has been friends with Rooster for years, and both act much closer than friends but refuse to do anything about it citing that they are "just friends" and just close..... some real idiots to lovers going on.

I am pretty sure that is all that you really need to know for this, the reader version should be out soon if you don't want to have to change the details in your mind. Love ya'll- Ani<3

p.s- i added in the headcanon that rhett abbot was bob's older brother(so he would be Rhett Floyd) and that they had matching tattoos, no I will not explain myself

Warnings: Minors fuck off- I will end you 18+ only I don't know how to write a threesome, dirty talk, oral (f&m receiving) unprotected p in v sex (this is fiction wrap it before you tap it) kinda ooc in some parts, dirty talk, face sitting, I said bob fucks and ran with it. Not beta-ed we die like real men here

“Girl's Night” is something that Cosmo and phoenix had along with any other female pilots when they needed a break from the never-ending pissing contest that is the navy. After the uranium mission, there was an exception to the “no boys allowed at girls' night” and that exception was none other than Robert “Bob” Floyd, the soft-spoken southern sweetheart. He was quickly taken in by the duo as an honorary member of “The Girls” and whenever they had a tough week the three would go to a bar (that wasn’t the hard deck- they wanted to get away from the navy) and just have a good time. Phoenix and Cosmo learned that after a few drinks Mr. Stealth pilot turned into a completely different person. His southern accent is much more present, he suddenly is a dancer pulling the two onto the dance floor and he talks much, MUCH, more. Talking about growing up on his family’s ranch, his dipshit older brother that rides bulls. It was a completely different part of bob that neither of them has known about, they also found out he knew how to line dance, Phoenix and Bob were naturals while Cosmo, who grew up in the Bronx was just trying not to fall on her ass.

The two women weren’t better than bob sobriety-wise, Cosmo has had one too many margaritas and she felt like she was floating, not just from the alcohol but from being around two of the people she loves the most. Cosmo and Phoenix had a long history, they were in the academy and top gun at the same time, always vying for first place they had a playful relationship. They would never tell anyone (with exceptions) that they had a sort of… friends with benefits situation for years, after being around navy men for so long you know how much of animals they were, they would sleep with a girl and all you heard the next day was them talking about it- rating how good they were, comparing them to other women, treating them like slabs of meat- it was disgusting. But you still need to burn off steam even as a woman, maybe even more for the amount of bullshit the men put you through.

Moonlight peaked through the blinds of the empty room, cutting through the silence of the night were hushed moans and harsh pants of breath. Natasha laid against the cheap basic issue sheets body covered in sweat and her hair was undone cascading across the pillow. One hand was gripping the pillow behind her while the other was entangled in Samantha’s light brown hair. Sam was settled between Natasha’s thighs, her hands having to hold her legs apart as her hips jump at every movement of Sam’s mouth against her pussy. They had Bering going at it for a while- the shine on sams mouth was testimony to that, she could spend the rest of her life between her legs hearing Natasha whine and try so hard to be quiet.

Speaking of being quiet Samantha moved to suck on her clit making Natasha almost scream out in pleasure as she came who knows how many times now. She brought her hand up to bite down on it to muffle herself

“Aw sweetheart, you gotta stay quiet- your noises are for me- not them” Samantha rasps removing her fingers from Natasha’s wearing hole causing her to whimper. Sam started trailing kisses up from her inner thighs, up Natasha’s stomach and sternum stopping to suckle on her breasts leaving light bites and bruises. The continuing up to Natasha’s lips, the kiss was messy, Natasha moaned tasting herself on Samantha’s lips. She wanted to return the favor but her body felt like a million tons- her bones absolute jello.

Samantha knew that and was completely fine- she got off just as much as Nat watching her squirm and lost in pleasure. Natasha tried to move and roll her over but Sam stopped her

“Hey hey hey, it’s ok- just rest” she softly caressed her cheeks as she looked confused “but-“ “I’m fine sweetheart- next time” she kissed her cheek and stood up grabbing a towel to clean up before finding her clothes and sneak back to her room.

“I’ll see you tomorrow starshine,” Natasha said- her brain finally catching up

“‘Course firebird” Sam winks, fully dressed while slowly opening up the door to sneak out before early patrol catches her.

It was almost the last call when the trio decided to leave, they all went to bob’s house, he was the only one with off-base housing that was closest to the bar they were at. None of them could drive so one cramped and overpriced Uber the three stumbled to bob’s front door Cosmo almost ate shit on a small step to his porch but caught herself, but that didn’t stop phoenix from wrapping her arms around her muttering- more like slurring something about not letting her pretty little ass fall, to which bob without looking back while trying to unlock his door with little success “there is nothing little about that ass- it is gorgeous” he finally unlocks the door and leans against it to open the door, almost falling himself before turning and making sure the two get in- not missing the large blush that was spread over the two girls face- especially cosmo she was beat red. Bob closes the door after they get in and locks it before walking around the back of the couch that separated the entryway to the living room. Both girls were laying on the couch, cosmo was laying on top of Phoenix as she traced circles on her hips, bob walked over and laid on top of them resting his head right below cosmos' breasts his forehead pressing against the bottom of them pushing them up and teetering on the brink of spilling out of the bra and tight white shirt that she had worn. Phoenix moved her hand to card through bobs messy hair, slightly tugging at the strands as she hits knots. Her hand gets caught on a particularly large one as she tugs he lets out a groan his hands coming up to grip Natasha’s hips and waist his hips moved on their own accord grinding down against Samantha’s plush thighs that had been squeezed into the jeans that she had on.

The air shifted and Bob looks up at the two women all three had the same fire lit in their eyes

“Do it again” he all but growls against Samantha’s breasts as Natasha pulls at his hair- more deliberately and he groans again moving to bury his head in Sam’s breasts. Natasha shifts up to slide out from under Sam moving to kneel on the ground next to bob and Cosmo.

“That was really hot,” Cosmo says grinding her hips against bob.

“Yeah- who knew Bobby was like this” phoenix tried to tease- but Bob wasn’t having it, he popped his head up Turing to the side a hand shot out pulling Phoenix’s lips to his effectively shutting her up. She moaned into the kiss as he shifted off of Cosmo following Phoenix onto the floor, their lips barely parting enough to get air.

Natasha grabbed his glasses pulling them off his face and throwing them to the side, both on their knees Nat grabbed onto his hips pulling his body as close as possible, her breasts squished against his toned chest. Bob’s hands roamed under her shirt pushing it up higher over her breast and she helped pull her arms out of the sleeves before disconnecting their lips to toss her shirt off. Bob took that time to reach behind him grabbing onto the back of his shirt and pulling it off in one go. He never worked out without a shirt off or when they played dogfight football-which is a disgrace as he was beautiful, nicely toned but not so over the top ripped like some of the other men, but what was the most surprising was the tattoo that sat on his peck, it was a silhouette of a man riding a bull. Natasha reached behind her to unclip her bra letting it fall to the growing pile of clothes, Bob pulled her back in, this time kissing down the collum of her throat lighting biting her at the conjunction of her neck and shoulder, then moving down to her chest, one hand coming up to knead the tender breast while he takes the other into his mouth.

While the two of them were making out Cosmo got to watch the show, she had one hand down the front of her jeans rubbing herself through the cotton of her panties. She let out a whimper that made Natasha look over and hold her hand out “get your pretty ass over here” that’s all it took for Samantha to slide onto the floor to crawl over to the duo, her breasts still almost falling out of her top. Natasha tugs at her shirt as a sign to pull it off, Samantha obliges crossing her arms over her front grabbing at the ends of the shirt, and pulling it off, truly showcasing her large breasts, cosmo would say they were a blessing and a curse- sports bra’s were her best friend and main defense against both men and the forces of gravity when it came to her breasts. Natasha tries to say something but is cut off by her loud moan as bob lightly bites down on her nipple. He lets the boob out of his mouth with a pop before looking at the art that is in front of him, his best friends the most gorgeous women on the face of this earth, is absolutely in shambles already….. and they barely have gotten started. Bob moves to give Samantha some attention his hands roaming all over her body, starting at her waist, moving down over her hips, and getting to her ass he takes what can be described as a handful of it, giving it a squeeze before slapping it, making Samantha jump at the action letting out a whine. He reaches behind her with one hand disconnecting her bra and pulling it off before throwing it to the side, he starts doing a similar thing to cosmo that he did to Phoenix fondling one of her breasts while he bites and sucks on the other, with his free hand he slides his hand to the top of Natasha’s pants, undoing them he slides his hand

undoing them he slides his hand down the front moaning against Samantha when his slightly calloused fingers came in contact with Natasha’s slick folds, he pulls back looking at the two of them once again “I've gone died and this is heaven” he croaks out.

Samantha laughs, it was light and airy as she runs her hands down his chest trailing wet kisses as she goes. Her hands made quick work of his belt and jeans yanking them down as far as she could as bob continues his motions with his other hand, his thumb rubbing against Natasha’s clit while his middle finger pushes into her weeping hole. She shudders, leaning back to pull her pants and underwear off then leaning back on her elbows.

Cosmo continued her wet kisses over his hip bones leaving some dark hickeys as a reminder, then starts to mouth his cock through his underwear causing his breath to hitch. He looks down at Cosmo who is resting on her elbows and knees, ass up in the air as she teases him.

“Gah-Please” he all but whimpers bucking his hips against her mouth. He slipped another finger into Natasha’s pussy pumping in and out aiming for the spongey spot, he knows he found it when her back arched and moans

“Is that it-“ he keeps aiming for the same movement and she nods, her eyes screwed shut as she reaches her first climax of the night. “Yeah it is sweetness, oh fu-“ He was so focused on Natasha that he didn’t even notice Cosmo pulling down his briefs until he feels her take the bulbous head of his dick into her mouth sucking on just the tip before taking it out and licking up the shaft pressing her tongue flat against the vein that runs up his dick. Once she gets back to the tip she takes him back into her mouth, this time sinking as far as she could; he was bigger than anyone she had been with, both fairly long and girth as all hell, her jaw ached as it stretched around him. Before she could try and use her free hand to wrap around what hadn’t fit he bucks up into her mouth making her gag.

“Fuck- she sucks dick so well” Natasha moans at the sight of her closets friend sucking her other friend off

“That she does- shit-“ Bob digs his hand into Samantha’s hair before starting to move her head up and down his cock.

Tears well in Samantha’s eyes as she focuses on sucking him off as he controls the pace, Her free hand comes up to massage his balls.

He feels himself start to get close then pulls cosmo off of his dick making her whimper, he shuts her up quickly “No no honey, if I am cuming it's in one of your pussies, got it-“ the fire behind his eyes has both of them nodding. “Good” Bob pulls off his pants along with cosmo, who was absolutely soaked, he could see the glistening on the inside of her thighs. He got an idea and tapped Natasha’s leg pulling his hand away from her

“Com’ere, I want you to sit on my face” Natasha almost came just from his words, he lays back on the floor as Natasha moves to put her thighs on either side of his face, she was facing Samantha, reaching out for her, she grabs the sides of Samanthas face pulling her into a messy kiss moaning into her mouth as bob pulls her against his mouth licking up and down Natasha's cunt circling her clit before thrusting his tongue back into her core. Samantha and Natasha continue to make out while sam grinds her bare cunt against bob’s dick, her juices mixing with the precum that leaked out of the head of his dick, Bob's groans are muffled and the sounds coming from all three of them are truly lewd, the slick sounds of Samantha and bob, and the whimpers and screams of pleasure muffled from Natasha as she starts to feel the knot start to tighten in her lower stomach. Sam pulled away from Nat letting Natasha’s noises echo in the room.

Cosmo finally takes bobs dick in her hand now slick and lines it up with her entrance. She starts to lower herself down and lets out an almost pornographic moan at the stretch, she had to pause letting herself get used to just how big he was. She soon sunk down farther, rolling her hips down until she sat flush against him. Bob grunts out still licking and sucking on Natasha's clit, one hand gripping onto her thigh and the other returning to thrusting into her. Her moans grow higher in pitch and more frequent as she reaches her peak. Sam starts rolling her hips her breaths were short like they were being pushed out of her chest every time she sunk back onto his cock, it felt like he was in her stomach.

As Natasha starts to come down from her second orgasm, her legs were already twitching she pulled away swinging her leg over to rest her back against the couch watching Sam place her hands behind her griping bob’s thighs as she bounces on his lap. Both of them start to get close, bob sits up moving Samantha to shift on his lap. Her legs were now untucked laying out on either side of his waist, one arm wrapping around her back and grabbing onto the back of her neck pulling her forehead to rest against his as he plants his feet more- now thrusting up into her but still rolling his hips in time with her’s. He looks down and you couldn’t see where one person ended and the other began, but he did notice something- every time he thrust in a little bump formed above her pubic area- he really was in so deep you could see the head of his cock. That lit a new fire in him.

“Shit- Darlin, so tight you can see me up in your stomach- so fucking perfect.” Samantha whines, the only thing coming out of her mouth a high-pitched “Ah. Ah. Ah” in time with each of bob’s thrusts. She hurries her head into the space between his neck and shoulder and her hand's grip onto his shoulders as the knot at the base of her stomach tightens, her cunt clenches up and bob bites down on her shoulder “You're squeezing me so good baby- so good, you gonna cum for me? Yeah… yeah you are- fuck such a good girl princess” his voice is so low and gravelly it was all she needed as her nails dig into his skin scratching the skin of his back, the knot snaps and she yells out as her pussy contracts as much as it could stretched around him. He didn’t slow down- he did the opposite pushing her back onto her back grabbing onto the backs of Samantha's knees bending her almost in half and starts pounding into her core. This whole time Natasha’s hand trailed between her legs as she started to rub her clit again.

Not allowed time from the first climax Samantha hits her second orgasm, this time it felt different as she soaks his dick, pubic area, and upper thighs. The only sound was the wet slapping of skin on skin, Samantha’s squeals of overstimulation, and bob’s grunts as he reaches his climax pushing in as deep as he can as he cums, his body shuddering as he coats her insides filling her to the brim. He stills, not pulling out for a second letting his breathing calm down before finally pulling out and watching his cum start to leak out of cosmo’s hole. He wipes up what leaks out before pushing it back inside of her. Samantha squeals still coming down from the endorphins swimming in her brain.

Natasha scoots closer, placing soft kisses over Samantha's flushed skin, what she didn’t notice was that bob was still hard, how- god only knows he just gave both of them two mind-blowing orgasms each and he still wants to go. His hand runs up the back of Natasha’s thighs fingers running through her still soaked folds and she moans “Fuck bob” and lays down resting her head on cosmo’s stomach on her knees- basically presenting herself for him. A deep laugh rumbles from his chest as bob grips Natasha’s hips sliding into her in one stroke. He wasn’t going as slow, right from the gate he sets a powerful pace, hips snapping against hers. Natasha made eye contact with Samantha as bobby pounded into her. The fucked out expression on both of their faces just made it all the more hotter. Nat spreads Samantha's thighs once more looking at her abused pussy, all red and puffy and dripping with bob’s cum.

Bob watched as Natasha started licking a stripe up Samantha's core licking and sucking up all of her nectar and his cum that was spilling out of her hole. He moaned speeding up his thrusts as both women moan. The grip he has on nat’s hips is sure to cause bruising but they all were marked up, he was still sensitive from his last orgasm and he felt himself already start to get closer to the edge, he reaches around and starts playing with Natasha’s clit, her moans grow higher and higher pitch as she is pushed over the edge for the third time, this time she did something she had never done- she squirted just like cosmo had done earlier. Her hips moved on their own accord and bob wasn’t able to hold back once nat clenched up on him, he pushed in as deep as he could, pushing her further into the floor grunting as the rope of cum coated Natasha’s insides. Cosmo came for the third time watching the two of them come undone coating Natasha's face in her release.

The three of them lay there soaked in sweat panting on the floor as the sun started to rise over the horizon. They truly fucked all night long. After what seemed like forever bob gets up and with little issue picks both women up and walks through the small house to his bedroom laying them down and climbing in bed along with them. They easily curl up against each other pulling the blankets over their bodies and drifting off to sleep.

It was well into the late morning or early afternoon when they started to wake up, Cosmo was the first- head pounding and the rest of her body felt like she was ejected out of her jet. She looks around her surroundings and notices the other two people in bed with her- and their lack of clothes reminds her very quickly of the events of last night, causing a blush to form over her features. Luckily she can slip out of bed grabbing a shirt that is definitely bob’s and walks out into the rest of the house with the plan of making breakfast and some coffee for the other two, but before that she showers through bob’s medicine cabinet for some pain killers and leaves the bottle on the night table with a full glass of water.

Once the other two wake up making the same connections of the events of the night before, they both take the painkillers that cosmo had left out and walked out to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee and breakfast, no one mentions what happened because……

What happens at girl's night, stays at girl's night.

Two days later.

The daggers set up a last-minute beach day and dogfight football. It was nothing out of the ordinary, everyone running across the sand, taking breaks to sit and drink beer. Until about halfway through the third game cosmo got pushed into a wave by Coyote soaking the shirt she was wearing. The fabric now clinging to her body she pulls the sopping piece of fabric off of her tossing it to the side. Completely forgetting about the bruises, hickeys, and marks that covered her chest, waist, and hips. She didn’t even notice until the boys (sans Rooster and Bob) started making a commotion letting out wolf whistles and praises

“Aye- yo what do we got here” “Someone had a fun past few days” “YEA get it, Cosmo!”

Her face heated up a little but she just shrugged it off rolling her eyes from under her Roosters sunglasses “Hey hey- not my fault I’m getting laid and your not boys” she laughs and then everyone focuses back on the game. Yet if you were to have looked closely you would have seen sweet little ole bob go as red as a tomato the second he saw her take off the shirt….. and a certain morning bird clenches his jaw and fists- eyes trailing over the lustful marks then back to the glasses, his glasses sitting on her face. It took everything in him not to finally make a move on his best friend that he has been in love with for longer than he would like to admit. But he does know- there is no way he is gonna let someone else touch his Stardust-

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jackiequick · 11 months

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Let me love you || Rooster Fanfic 🎼

Summary: Peachy feels like unsure about Rooster’s feeling for her until he heard what his heart is saying..

Song fic: Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) by Ne-Yo

Notes: Fluff

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x OC, Rooster x Peach

Top Gun Maverick Au Series ✈️

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The beach water was glitzy outside of the windows, the porch wasn’t fill up with groups of people and inside the music was playing. Soft tunes and gentle smiles. The Daggers were bouncing around the bar as Penny, Lucky and other servers ringed up their drinks. Even some burgers and fries was being given. The older members such as, Wraith, Sunset, Maverick, and Ark, were there too.

But Peach couldn’t care less. Lately it felt was Bradshaw was just playing around, her feelings felt mixed. How could Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw fall in love with a simple brunette like her? Her friends like Amber Kazansky was blonde and confident.

Simple answer, Rooster adored her. From her giggles to her eyes, the way they shine. He wasn’t one to tell the world his feelings however he was willing to show them.

JenPen was laying back against a table, scrolling on her phone half listening to Falcon talking about Frostbite and how she’s crushing on her. The young brunette glances around to not noticing her best friend anywhere. She can hear everything in the room, from Hangman and his pals to Amber and her ladies chitchatting away. The music played on and on.

Until the sound of keys rang across the bar. The smile played on the man’s face as his sunglasses tipped off his nose, slightly. The glowing sun kissed skin being covered with his Hawaiian shirt. He played the keys with such eases that it catch everyone’s attention.

He sang, “Much as you blame yourself, you can't be blamed for the way that you feel..Had no example of a love that was even remotely real. How can you understand something that you never had..Ooh baby if you let me, I can help you out with all of that…”

Lucky turned down the music completely, allowing the music that played on the piano fill up the room. Phoenix caught wind of this, lowing in the light letting the natural light shine across the windscreen onto the warm barrier of the bar. Summit appeared next to her getting a better view of it all. JenPen pressed record on her phone as she heard Falcon’s footsteps carry over to Frostbite who sat a few feet away from them originally.

As if the music that Rooster swiftly made locked into the entire room, as people started finding who they would like to be their partners.

Falcon to Frost.

Lucky to Phoenix.

Valkyrie to Cyclone.

Maverick to Penny.

Wraith to Ark.

And the list went on.

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However the musical taste didn’t fill a certain someone’s ears, just yet. Rooster kept singing softly, glancing over his shoulders around the corner of the room. Georgia ‘Peach’ Wells kept sipping her drink, looking out the windowsill ever since Amber went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Rooster sang another chorus with a soft smile, “I just wanna be the one to remind you what it is to smile..I would like to show you what true love can really do.”

This time, Georgia’s ears rang softly at the very sound. The lyrics filled up the wind in the air, like it was swaying her to look back and face the middle of the room. Her ears perked up and her eyes glitz over at the room. People swaying to the music, chatting and very flirty with cheeky smiles. She stood up, letting the music guide her.

The breeze of it filled up the room. The harmonic soundscape and the beating hearts that rose onto the floor. The breathtakingly smells of fresh water from the sea entered the bar and the birds outside singing softly. The cool air. It felt right.

Peach appeared softly among the crowd of Daggers, smiling at the sight. Rooster in his element. The keys bouncing against his fingers in gentle motions, the bench he sat was big enough for two. Georgia looked over her shoulder to notice Falcon, who was currently blushing next to Frostbite, signaling for her to sit down.

She hesitated for a moment, before taking a seat next to the dark curly haired blonde. She sat down with her hands on her lap, playing nudged his shoulder to get his attention.

“Girl let me love you. And I will love you. Until you learn to love yourself..” Bradley sang with ease, glancing at the women who sat down next to him with a soft smile, “Girl let me love you. And all your trouble. Don't be afraid, girl let me help..”

It was like the song spoke volumes to what Rooster meant. Georgia listened to his words with a blushing smile. Falcon was blushing was well as she talked to Frostbite. The song did speak volumes.

Summit smiled at JenPen friendly and held his hand jokingly, “A dance, m’lady?”

Jen laughed in return taking her friends hand, “Why yes, of course.”

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Rooster kept singing softly with a glorious grin, “Heart that beats. Heart that beats. Girl let me love you. And I will love you..Until you learn to love yourself..”

Georgia smiled at him, leaning into his shoulder as he rested his head onto hers. Rooster’s mother always told him, if you want something go for it even if it might be a mistake in the end, it’s always good to try. In result, without a second later, Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw leaned in and placed a small kiss into Georgina’s lips smiling softly. She smiled softly blushing with surprise and glee, placed a shy small kiss onto the piano man’s lips.

Lucky and Phoenix swayed to the song with smiles. Falcon confidently offered Frostbite a dance, in which the shy blonde agreed. It was good, it felt good. Real good.

Amber returned from the restrooms fixing her blonde curls, taken back by the sight in front of her. She was only gone for 12 or more minutes. She smiled sheepishly a little confused.

“Uh what did i miss?” Amber asked taking a seat next to Coyote who laughed muttering, ‘a lot’.

Hangman handed her a ice cold beer bottle and chuckled, “You were gone for a hot minute, sweetheart.”

The trio laughed, especially when JenPen and Summit went over to grab some more beer watching the sight in front of them.

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callsign-joyride · 2 years

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Yankee Rose | J.H.S.

Summary: Getting called back to Top Gun couldn't have come at a better time for Erica "Miami" Kazansky. This was her fourth time being called back to Top Gun, and the failing marriage made her as excited as ever to go back. As one chapter ends, another one begins, but the connotation of that statement is up to interpretation.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Sersin x OC Erica "Miami" Kazansky

Content warnings are in individual chapters

i. California Dreamin'

ii. Old Time Rock & Roll

iii. You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet

iv. Barracuda

v. Slow Ride

vi. Starman/Come Sail Away

vii. We're Not Gonna Take It

viii. Spirit in the Sky/(Don't Fear) The Reaper

ix. Sweet Emotion

x. Too Fast For Love

xi. Everybody Have Fun Tonight

xii. Workin For A Livin

xiii. Dancing in the Moonlight

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A/N: All of these chapters are named after 70's/80's songs so that's kind of the playlist if you want to give them a listen.

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ladyelissarose · 1 year

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‘A Heart With Wings’

Warnings: I don’t wanna spoil the rest for you guys, but just know it’s safe to read!!😅

Chapter 13

Hangman’s POV

Hangman watched ahead as he saw the deck crew prepare his spot for landing, sense his F-18 was threatening to let go on him in minute now. His brakes and gas pedal didn’t even work anymore, he was just gliding with the fast speed he was already going at, and now the net on the deck would have to stop his jet completely. Hangman took a calm, deep breath as he was preparing to land, and began to push his throttle downwards so he could land,

‘Come on girl you can do this... you just need to land... we’re home already.’

As Hangman got closer and closer to landing, his anxieties increased, but he kept in control, and focused on the fact, that he was alive and would be able to see everyone including Oceans once again.

Everyone on deck watch Hangman approaching and started to cheer,

“Come on Hangman you’re almost there!!”

“You got this!! Let’s goo!!!”

“You just need to land!!!”

They all watched in anticipation as Hangman finally arrived, and the wheels of his jet touched the deck as it zoomed past them and rammed into the hefty net they held there for him. When it went to a complete stop, they immediately had it hauled away to clear the space for Oceans when she arrived. But they were glad to see Hangman home and safe, but now it was Oceans turn to land, as they saw her coming from a short distance. Hangman did a little happy dance in his jet as he was glad to finally be on ground, it indeed felt so so good, to good to be true.

Oceans POV

Oceans had also cheered happily when she witnessed Hangman land safely on deck, her heart bubbled with joy at the fact that he was well and alive, and that though his mission somewhat disastrous, it was still a complete success. Oceans took one more turn around the whole ship so she could gain the right amount of speed and control, so when she landed, it would be smooth and bearable. As she looked down, Oceans could see everyone around jumping and cheering, as she finally approached the deck, and began to descend for landing. When her jet’s wheels soon hit the deck Oceans let out a contented sigh of gratefulness to know that it was finally over. She then went ahead and parked the jet in its destined place. The minute Oceans turned off her engine, she ripped off her seatbelt which was a short struggle because she was in such a hurry. She felt like a child trying to get out of her car seat so desperately when her daddy took her out to get ice cream. But in the next seconds she had the top opened, breathing in the fresh air but receiving the heat of the setting sun as it’s orange rays beamed against her sweating skin. Oceans stood up and was going to jump onto the wing of the Hornet to jump off to the ground. She could hear the distant shouts of everyone coming towards them, it all just excited her more to know she and Hangman survived. What it felt like to actually be alive and hear life coming to all around them. She landed perfectly onto the wing, but she was not watching how she was going to jump to the ground, but someone was already waiting to catch her. Oceans hopped off and was caught in the strong arms of Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell. A yelp left her lips as him catching her was unexpected, but she immediately recovered the scare to seeing his comforting smile and bright blue eyes searching her face. Maverick put her down and held the back of her neck as his other hand held her cheek, he told her proudly with a smile,

“I knew you could do it! You did well kid, I’m proud.”

Oceans let out a laugh as she brought him into a hug, a hug she had been needing sense forever, a hug from a father, she could feel the tears brim in her eyes as she replied with a soft sniffle,

“Thank you for believing and never giving up on me Mav, I mean it.”

“I had to, you belong here. You belong with us.”

Those words Maverick spoke shot to her heart like a dart of a love only a true family could give. All her insides felt so warm but it was the kind of warmth you didn’t want to let go, but instead dance through it, sleep through it, live with it forever! Maverick let her go and patted her cheek playfully before saying teasingly,

“I think someone is waiting for you..”

Oceans followed Mavericks eyes as they were looking at someone behind her, she turned and saw in the distance the one and only aviator she had fallen for, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, who was standing by his Jet that he had just gotten off, he was taking off his helmet and just look glorious on the deck by the Jet that brought him home. Rooster, Coyote, and Fanboy were there to greet him, as they brought each other into a big embrace. Oceans locked her gaze on him as he finally let go and searched for her, she could tell because she saw his head turning in all directions, and it stopped moving until he saw her.

‘Awe Hangman found me! He sees me.. Jake sees me..’

Phoenix came to Oceans as she saw her best friend falling in love as the seconds passed, Phoenix grabbed her hand which caused Oceans to look at her with a smile. Phoenix squeezed her hand before saying,

“Go get him Oceans, go on.”

Oceans gave a shy grin as her cheeks heated up and most likely turned pink.

Bob punched Oceans arm teasingly as he encouraged her with a playful comment,

“Girl if you don’t get him I will!-“

Oceans eyes opened wide along with her smile as she laughed,

“Not on my watch!”

Hangman’s POV

Rooster had been watching his friend Hangman watch Oceans in the distance as Maverick and the rest welcomed her. Rooster could see the big smile Jake held, it was a true, loving smile, his green eyes were beaming off the setting sun but looked welcoming and filled with peace. Rooster had never seen Hangman look at anyone like that in his entire life, (except the jets or any kind of aircraft.) and felt a little soft for him at that moment, as Jake looked at him then said with a low tone,

“I’m in love her her Roo. I wanted to tell her because I thought I was going to die, and not have to live through the consequences of my words, my confession-“

Coyote could see from behind Hangman that Oceans was running towards them, so he and Fanboy grabbed Hangman’s shoulder and spun him around to see Oceans as Coyote questioned,

“But what about now Hang, what are you going to do?”

A gasp left Jake’s mouth as he saw Oceans running, he shouted to his wing buddies as he began to run,

“I’m going to tell her I love her!”

Hangman ran like his life depended on it, he could hear his heart in his ears for how fast and hard it was beating, beating with anticipation and excitement, beating with a love he never knew he could feel or deserve to have. But here she was running towards him with a smile that could turn it all upside down and still make it fall into perfection, perfection for him. He heard her shout with a ragged breath as they got closer,

“Jake!!..W-We did it!!”

He could feel his heart pinch with awe, as he shouted back,

“We did Oceans!! We did!!”

When they were finally united she let out a scream of victory and happiness as he lifted her in his arms from the waist and spun her around. She squealed as he held onto her so tight. And once he stopped spinning her he lifted her up high, like a prince would to a princess, to see there beauty and glory all being held in their hands, as the wind brushed against the loose hairs from her bun, and the color of the sun pointed out the constellation of freckles on her cheeks. Her hazel eyes had turned green with the color of her flight suit, matching Jakes. Jake had stopped breathing for a few seconds, as the walls of his heart, had crumbled down, letting in Oceans’ true love. He set her on the ground carefully and glanced at her lips and back to her eyes, he did it a couple more times, scared to make the move of moves, like a teenager.

‘Can I kiss her? What if it’s too soon? No, there’s no such thing as too soon..’ Oceans chuckled at his behavior as she reached up pulling him by the collar of his suit, and pecked his cheek with a loud smack, to tease Jake even more.

‘Aww I want a real kiss!!’

He saw Oceans then lift a brow as she asked him cutely,

“I thought you wanted to tell me something?”

Jake was still stuck in the fact that she kissed him on the cheek, though as much as Jake loved it, his ego refused to take that as a welcome back kiss, and instead he placed his gloved hands on her cheeks and connected his lips with hers harshly, its action was bruising but delicate all at once. A loud ‘Omph!!’ was heard from Oceans lips as she took Hangman’s kiss by complete surprise, but soon she complied, and their lips molded together perfectly, as Oceans deepened the kiss, hugging him tight and having him flush against her chest. Fireworks exploded in their chests as they felt the warmth of their bodies exchange onto each other, they could even feel one another’s bodies still trembling from the impact they felt from the G-forces. But that didn’t stop them from embracing, connecting, and feeling their hearts on wings soaring into new beginnings and love. When they needed air from their breath-taking kiss, they separated and Jake didn’t hesitate to say quickly and first while out of breath but still with his soft voice,

“I’m in love with you, Oceans.”

Oceans let out an almost silent gasp at his words, she had always believed she would never hear such words from him, her eyes teared up quickly, and she too confessed, with her hands resting on his chest,

“I’m in love with you too, Seresin.”

He wiped her tears away and kiss her lips once more, softly and slowly this time, because there was nothing to separate them anymore, or tear them apart. They were safe and sound, alive and well, and finally on terms that they both loved each other.

Their moment of a splendid kiss was turned into a burst of laughter when Coyote came shouting,

“Hey hey hey!! Hangman and you Oceans, giving such delicious kisses is making me jealous!! Can I have one from each?!”

Soon when they separated and looked around, the whole Top Gun crew was there to formally greet and celebrate their return. Hugs and kisses were given everywhere and shouts of victory.

Hangman and Oceans would find each other through it all as they got separated by everyone, everyone wanting their attention and to know if they were ok and actually alive, after such a traumatic experience.

Oceans POV

A few minutes after everything seemed to calm down, Maverick, Cyclone, and Warlock, came to Oceans and took her away from the crowd into their office to speak with her. As she walked away Oceans could see Hangman’s eyes filled with pride and he tried to hide a smirk,

‘What are you guys up to now? What do you know Jakey?’

Once in the room, Cyclone was the first to speak grabbing Oceans attention as he said in a firm voice,

“LT Oceans.”

‘LT.. sense when was I a Lieutenant?’

Oceans asked confusingly while looking at each of the men after another,

“Lieutenant? Whaat’s going on?”

Warlock straightened his shoulders as he said proudly,

“Oceans, you’ve proven yourself worthy of your new position. You gave your life for this mission, a mission you weren’t a part of, but you put on the uniform and went and fought like a real aviator. We’ve decided, to reward your act of bravery. Although you did take, a multimillion dollar Hornet to accomplish such without permission, you did it all with good intentions, brave intentions. And I believe, that after everything you’ve been put through, we ought to overlook all your mistake and look at the good thing you did, which was bring our sailor home, and yourself.”

Cyclone then came up to Oceans and stood in front of her, and he asked her for her hand,

“My I see your hand, LT?”

Oceans nervously gave him her hand, and he clasped it with a loud smack, and shook it firmly. When he let it go, Oceans was left with a patch in her hand, and when she turned it around to see what it was, it was a call sign, Oceans new call sign. Her words came out as a whisper when she saw it in her hands,

“Ghosty.. my callsign is Ghosty.”

Oceans smiled to herself as she realized who told everyone about her nickname Ghosty, it was Hangman of course.

‘That handsome son of a bitch is gonna get it!’

Maverick walked up to Oceans this time and he smiled proudly when he said,

“LT. Constantine ‘Ghosty’ Oceans, I’m hoping I can see you in the air, I’d like you to join our crew, and our dagger team, you’re a Striker, and we need one.”

Oceans held out her hand as in making a deal,

“I’m in. I’m all in, Captain.”

Maverick shook it happily as he congratulated her,

“Thank you LT., and congratulations.”

Cyclone and Warlock shook her hand afterwards saying their congrats as well, then Maverick dismissed her,

“You may go now LT. Tomorrow morning we’ll have our debriefing.”

“Thank you sir.”

Oceans saluted the men, and walked out of the office quietly and in a polite manner.

Mavericks POV

Cyclone looked at Maverick as he said in a questioned tone,

“I thought she’d be more excited and louder about it I guess?”

Maverick smirked as he let out a chuckle,

“Oh its coming, don’t worry.”

A few seconds later you could hear in the distance as Oceans let out a huge shout as she screamed,

“I’M IN TOP GUN YOU SUCKERS!! I GOT A CALL-SIGN TOO!!”

More screaming and shouting was heard when the others heard her and came to celebrate with her.

Warlock simply shook his head with a super small smile and a sigh,

“You know her well Mav.. you taught her well too-“

Maverick brushed it off as he said,

“Oh I didn’t teach her anything.. she was already good, she already had it in her.. I just brought her wings out again. We all did in one way or another.”

And Maverick left it at that, as he walked out of the room without another word, and walked towards the cheering aviators, to celebrate with them, and be one with them, as they were all happy and united.

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talesofphantombandits · 1 year

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Music of the Night ~ Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Nyx Gray (OC). Part 1.

Summary - Nyx is the bass player in a band that plays at The Hard Deck every night, and every night she wishes she could just go over and talk to Jake without help of alcohol to get her to dance with him. Little does she know he's always had his eye on her ever since he first saw her play. Just when she thinks she had a break through and getting somewhere with Jake, he just has to go a ruin it. Maybe hearing her sing for the first time and seeing her conquer her stage fright might just nudge him in the right direction.

Character Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OC (Nyx Gray) (Can use whatever name you'd like, just find it easier to have OC'S.)

Masterlist.

Hey guys! haven't wrote in a while but after rewatching 'Set It Up' for the 3840th time I seemed to have formed an attachment to Zoey Deutch and Glen Powell (tbh I've always loved Zoey) but after watching 'Everybody Wants Some!!" and then 'TopGun: Maverick' at Christmas i've just spiralled for Glen. So yeah, the other night while listening to music I just suddenly had this idea, might be a three parter depending on how much my brain comes up with. Enjoy!

What could be better than being a bass player in a rock band that plays for a vibing bar every night? and right on the beach with amazing views and not to forget being surrounded by extremely handsome Navy pilots. Well, actually been able to sing in public would have been a good start and maybe then Jake 'Hangman' Seresin would actually look her way once in a while. But alas her stage fright had yet to be conquered, she couldn't even sing in font of Peggy let alone the tall, hot blonde pilot. Not that he would have given a crap anyway, he'd probably be too preoccupied by his flavour of the night, let alone flavour of the month.

But she couldn't care less about any of that when she was on the stage playing her bass guitar, just feeling the music flowing through her veins, enjoying and getting lost in the grooviness of the instrument was enough for her at that moment. What she failed to see was that every night Jake could never take his eyes off of her, he was always mesmerised by her aesthetic. He loved how she moved and swayed while she played the bass like she was one with it. He'd never tell her this though, she was far too cool for him and he was totally convinced she had something going on with the drummer, Simon.

But when the nights got late, and more people crowded the dance floor she’d always manage to somehow make her way into Jake's arms. Both her and Jake always being more than tipsy and probably couldn't string a full sentence together in the moment. Her arms would be around his neck, his would always be lazily around her waist while they swayed, their foreheads would be connected and he would always softly mumble the words from the songs he knew blasting from the Jukebox. When the song would get more lively he'd swing her out and back into his chest again which made her drunkenly giggle and probably blush the deepest red, but she didn’t care she lived for these rare moments with him where he wasn’t surrounded by other girls and just seemed like his genuine self, or what she hoped he was.

But that was forever the extent of their interactions and other than the drunk dances she couldn’t actually recall a single, normal conversation they’d ever had. She'd overheard quite a few of his conversations with his fellow pilots, to say he sounded a little self centred and sarcastic would be a understatement, but he was pretty and she liked a challenge. It was only liquid courage that made her dance with him, but she prayed to god that just one day she would be able to converse with him during the light of day and when they were both sober.

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When Nyx wasn’t up on stage jamming out she manned the bar for Peggy, which is how she’d first got her band a gig at The Hard Deck. But today of all days, what she hadn’t expected was for Jake to just randomly walk in while the bar was closed he was never here in the day time. She was just mopping the floor, getting it ready for customers when the bar opened in two hours when he had strolled on in and leaned against on one of the tables closest to her.

“So how come you only ever dance with me when it’s dark out and we’ve had a few too many?” She stopped what she was doing and looked up, not expecting him to be as close as he was and in full uniform, he had his arms crossed over his chest and she had to force herself to look back up at his eyes.

She had to give herself chance to breath before she spoke for if she did answer him straight away her voice would definitely have cracked. “Don’t know, you tell me fly boy.” She leaned on the mop now smiling at him, completely distracted from the work she was suppose to be doing knowing full well Peggy would be pissed at her because the floor wont be dry in time. But she'd be damned if she was going to let this opportunity pass her by.

A brilliant, wide smile graced his face and all she could think about was how adorable the man in front of her was. “Fly boy huh? That's cute, you must really like me if you're already giving me a nickname." He teased. "And I mean I’m not complaining, dancing with you is my favourite part of the night.” He pointed out.

"Who ever has been telling you I like you, their lying." She bowed a little to him, tilting her head. “And you're very welcome.” They both laughed, never breaking eye contact with each other. “But I’m sure you’ve had many better dances with other girls.”

He just shook his head, his expression had turned serious for a second that it made her smile drop slightly. "Never, You're my favourite girl." “Hey Hangman! You coming or what?” Both of their heads shot to the door where Bradley stood unexpectedly, with a small wave directed to Nyx to show he acknowledged her presence in the room too.

Typical! The first time they actually got to have a real conversation and he’s dragged away before anything interesting could happen, not that anything would. He did however turn back and gave her a sympathetic and what almost looked like a disappointed look as he began to walk to the door. Just before reaching it he turned back once more. “You’re still going to save me a dance tonight right?”

“Oh.” She smiled. “Always.” With one more sweet smile he was gone.

Before she could even process what the hell just happened Peggy walked into the bar they just stood there stared at each other, Nyx like a deer in headlights. Then realisation hit, the floor wasn’t even half mopped yet. “Was that Jake I just saw leaving? Is that the reason why only one square of my floor is mopped?”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to hint at, but whatever it is. No, no it's not.” Nxy began to mop the floor again keeping her eyes downcast in order to avoid more questions from her ever persistent boss.

Peggy just laughed, letting Nyx know that she was busted and had been for sometime. But not to pry Peggy got on with her own jobs in order to get the bar ready for open and let Nxy stew in her new interaction with a certain hot blonde pilot.

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callsignmuse · 2 years

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MUSE AT A COOKOUT

Let’s be real. Muse and Siren are hosting. Like every major event for the Daggers the Mythics host at their house.

Muse is always busy getting everything ready far too early before the guests arrive. Blame her anxiety but everything has to be perfect.

Bailey is going to stress herself out down to the last detail making sure everything runs smoothly. “There’s enough beer right? or “Is it going to be windy? I can’t put the napkins out yet then.”

Muse and Siren are hopeless when it comes to using a grill. Muse isn’t afraid of a lot of things but using a grill and the open flame is one of them. She’s either calling Rooster or Coyote over to help.

Since Muse spent all morning worrying and running around like a chicken with its head cut off (sorry Rooster) she’s exhausted by midday.

The Daggers never start early unless is football day or that’s going on a trip that’s far away Bailey knows she’s got a hot second to take a nap before they all come. And boy does she need it. Stressing really wears her out.

With a short knock on her bedroom door she’s awaken by either one of two people: Siren or Rooster.

Once Muse is outside mingling she feels herself begin to relax and the real party starts.

Muse is very aware of the fact that she’s the youngest in any crowd she’s in but especially being 28 she lets her other talents shine. Her wit, her intellect and her ability to drink with the boys.

Since she was still fresh off of her college days Bailey Muse Thompson could drink you under the table and still fly a plane the next day. So at every cookout there was at least one drinking game or contest that she had to participate in.

When the nights over Bailey always starts to clean up but is usually interrupted by kind hands offering to help her. It’s a relief to her but she won’t admit it. She likes to appear to be superwoman and be able to do it all.

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topgun-imagines · 8 months

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Say My Name

Requested: no

Summary: You find out just how big Bradley is. He really does live up to his call sign.

Word count: 3.4k

Note: banner by @lewmagoo

Warnings: smut, oral sex (f!recieving), fingering, anal fingering, size kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cum play. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Pairings: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x fem!reader

The air in the bedroom was filled with tension. You were on your third glass of wine and Bradley had just begun pouring his second. Nerves surged through you. Tonight, you were planning on having your first time with Bradley. While the two of you had been dating for nearly seven months, you had yet to sleep together. The thought had you nervously fiddling with the hem of your short skirt.

Bradley had made the two of you a nice dinner before leading you to his bedroom. Despite how much you wanted this, you couldn’t settle the butterflies in your stomach. Sure, you had slept with others before Bradley. However, given the things that you had heard about him from his fellow pilots, you felt more nervous than usual as you stared at the gold chain he was wearing. You had done some sexual stuff with the pilot before, but you had yet to see what he was packing. Honestly, that was what had you the most nervous.

No matter how hard you tried to ignore the teasing from the rest of his squadron about his size, you simply couldn’t. Not when Jake kept making crude remarks about his callsign having some sort of double meaning and teasing you about what he saw in the locker rooms. You could never get away from it. Now, you couldn’t help but find yourself staring at the bulge straining in his jeans.

His deep chuckle was what broke you out of your trance. “See something you like, Princess?” There was a teasing lilt to his voice. You blushed deeply, sipping the last drop of wine from your glass. “C’mere.” He rasped. Instantly, you obeyed, crawling into his lap and straddling his thick thighs. His glass was set on the nightstand before his hands came to sit on the tops of your thighs.

The tickle of his mustache as he peppered kisses across your neck had you squirming in his lap. You clenched around nothing at the guttural groan he let out. From where you were sitting right now, you could tell he was big. Moaning quietly, you nearly melted when Bradley gripped your hips and pulled you down closer to his growing bulge.

“Bradley,” You moaned out with barely concealed need. Another grunt was released into your neck. “Fuck,” Panting with your head tossed back, the feeling of Bradley’s lips travelling down your chest had you shivering. “I need you. Please.” It was the neediest sound you had ever made in your life.

Time seemed to stand still as Bradley lifted you off his lap. You whined at the loss of warmth before laid you down on the bed and crawled on top of you. Cooing quietly at your pitiful whine, the pilot smirked at your frantic state. As Bradley continued to kiss down your neck, your chest was rising and falling quickly. “I’m gonna make you feel real good, baby girl.” His words were a promise; one that you knew he would make good on.

Your blouse was slowly unbuttoned as Bradley peppered kisses across your soft skin. When he finally reached the last button, you were out of breath, panting loudly. Now, you were left in nothing but your lacy bra and short skirt. Unbeknownst to Bradley, you had nothing on under that skirt. Feeling Braldey’s mustache tickling the sensitive skin of your stomach had you wanting to giggle. But the pleasurable warmth in your core had you moaning out instead.

Next, Bradley began massaging your thighs, shimmying further down the bed until he was level with your thighs. You breathed in deeply, nerves rearing their ugly head again. Ever so slowly, Bradley reached under you and pulled the zipper of your short skirt down. It took every fibre of your being to focus your breathing. Bradley had eaten you out before, but knowing what would be coming after had you shaking.

Your legs parted enough so that Bradley could slot in between them, knees bending and feet planted firmly on the cool sheets. Before you even realized what was happening, Bradley had your legs tossed over your shoulder and he was softly nipping the sensitive insides of your thighs. When Bradley lifted his head, he was met with the sight of your bare, puffy cunt. He groaned loudly, his cock managing to harden even more in his tight jeans.

Seconds later you were met with the feeling of Bradley’s tongue running over your slit delicately. Instantly, a sharp cry escaped you. Tangling your fingers in your boyfriend's curly hair, you tugged when his lips sealed around your clit. The feeling had you arching off the bed, your heels digging into the pilot’s back.

For the next few minutes, the only sounds that could be heard in the room were your loud, wanton moans and the lewd sounds coming from between your legs. Bradley’s tongue was now prodding against your entrance, teasing you relentlessly. You found it hard to breathe as cry after cry escaped you. Slowly, your high began building. When two of your boyfriend’s thick fingers pushed meticulously inside your weeping cunt, your back arched so hard off the bed, Bradley had to pause to make sure you were okay.

The grin on his face when he heard your needy whines was nothing short of devious. Without hesitation, he returned to sucking on your clit and working his fingers in and out of your slick entrance quickly. “Oh!” You cried out from the delicious

Bradley was relentless. His thick fingers stretched you open deliciously, making a scissoring motion as he licked around your greedy hole. Your moans slowly grew higher and higher in pitch. Outside of your field of vision, Bradley brought his other hand up and between your legs. The sudden press of his thumb against your tight, puckered hole had you nearly screaming. “Oh, my god.” The words were slurred together. That familiar coil in the pit of your stomach was almost ready to snap.

The tip of his thumb suddenly slipped into your tight hole, creating a delicious pressure. More slick leaked from your slit. As Bradley’s fingers kept up their pace inside of your puffy cunt, the squelching sound got louder the wetter you got. There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your mind as Bradley’s thumb pushed further into your ass, his fingers stretched apart even further and his lips sealed around your clit. All at once, he sucked on your clit harshly, pressed his fingers into your sweet spot, and pressed his thumb in as far as possible.

You were so close. In a few seconds, you would be gushing around his fingers. “Bradley,” You panted, fingers gripping his brown locks like a lifeline. “Stop.” He froze instantly, eyes snapping up to meet yours. His fingers slowed until they stopped and his thumb moved to draw back. But when you whined at the sensation in your puckered hole, he stopped his movements altogether.

“Honey?” He started, rubbing your thigh softly and smearing your slick on your smooth skin in the process. “What’s wrong.?” It was whispered into the soft skin of your stomach The tickle of his mustache against your stomach had you giggling. Even though your core was clenching around nothing and you could still feel his finger moving slowly inside your ass. Regardless of the worry bubbling in his chest, Bradley smiled at the sound of your laughter.

You offered him a blissed-out smile, moaning softly at the movements of his thumb. “Nothin’,” At those words, Bradley slipped his fingers back inside of your dripping cunt. You were so wet that there was zero friction as he pushed them in until the second knuckle. You were instantly whiny again. “Wait,” You tried again. This time, Bradley only slowed his ministrations. “I wanna come on your cock.” The widest grin you had ever seen broke out on your boyfriend's face.

Teasingly, he leaned down and allowed his tongue to flick over your clit. A chuckle escaped him. You had no idea what you were in for. “Honey,” There was a teasing lilt to his voice. “You’re gonna need at least two before I even think about letting you cum on my cock.” His words caused you to let out a shuddering breath. Sure, you knew that he was big. After all, you couldn’t go anywhere without someone reminding you of that fact. But his words caused you to wonder just how big he was.

Before you could snark back, his thumb pushed in as far as it could and his lips sealed around your clit. Crying out again, your heels dug further into Bradley’s back and you pulled so hard on his curly locks you thought that some of the hair would come out. Instead, he groaned and began slurping harder. Within seconds, you were gushing around his fingers, cuming so hard you could have sworn you saw stars.

As you were coming down, Bradley drew his thumb from your ass and pulled his sticky fingers from your core. Your cum slowly dripped down your opening. Once you were coherent again, your eyes slowly looked down at Bradley. He was transfixed on the sight between your thighs. The tip of his index finger slowly began to swirl through the creamy mess between your thighs. It dipped shallowly into your opening and scooped out some more of your cum.

The overstimulation was almost becoming too much for you. Now, Bradley’s finger was swirling your cum around your sensitive clit. Your whines were breathly, so much so that Bradley could hardly hear them. Nevertheless, he continued, drawing moan after moan from your parted and chapped lips.

Within minutes, you were right on the brink again. Feeling that delicious pressure building faster than ever, you shifted your hips until Bradley’s face was, quite literally, buried in your slick cunt. As you tipped over the edge for the second time in a matter of minutes, Bradley stared at your expression in awe.

Your legs were shaking. So much so that Bradley was almost convinced he went too far. But when your eyes fluttered open, Bradley could see the pure pleasure swimming in your eyes. “How was that, Honey?” There was a low timbre to his voice as the coarse hairs of his mustache rubbed against your smooth thighs. Your breathing was heavy and your fingers couldn’t stop twitching, but you had never felt better. So that was exactly what you told him.

“That was amazing,” You sat up, half expecting Bradley to push you back down and pull another orgasm from you. Crawling up your body, one of your boyfriend’s large hands rubbed at your side before grabbing your tit. A soft moan escaped you before you grinned up at the pilot. “But, I think you know that I want something else.” Your words were punctuated with a soft squeeze of his rock-hard cock.

The groan that he released was nearly primal. With one last passionate kiss pressed to your lips, he slowly, almost teasingly, unbuttoned his jeans. Then, he peeled his black boxers off his toned and muscular thighs. Your eyes were fixed between his legs, not blinking as you came face to face with his sheer size. “B-Bradley,” You stuttered, beginning to shake slightly. Snapping your eyes up to meet his, your boyfriend had a smug grin on his face. “There’s no way that that’s going to fit.”

The chuckle that escaped him was nearly mocking. “Yes, it will.” Those were the last words he spoke before he was leaning over you again. His hard cock rubbed into your thigh while he was sucking dark marks that contrasted against your unblemished skin into the side of your neck.

After a few minutes of nothing more than kissing softly, Bradley finally pulled back. His hands were warm as they rubbed softly over your sides, an attempt to soothe you that didn't go unnoticed. “Are you ready, baby?” Regardless of the fact that you couldn’t tame the nerves fluttering in your stomach, you nodded. With a smile, he kissed your forehead. Against your skin, he whispered that he was going to get a condom and the lube.

You stopped him. For the first time tonight, you felt one hundred percent prepared for what was about to happen. “No,” Bradley looked at you confused, wondering why you had changed your mind. Kneeling next to him, you placed one hand on his bare chest, stroking the tanned skin softly. Seductively, you whispered in his ear. “No condom. I wanna feel you.” You were on the pill, and you knew that both Bradley and yourself were clean.

His breathing seemed to stop and then there was a wide smile on his face. You squealed when he kissed you passionately, laying you down on the bed and leaving you breathless as he disappeared in search of lube. The sight of his bare backside walking away had you giggling dreamily. When he returned from the bathroom, you were met with the sight of his shockingly large cock between his legs. At that sight, you didn’t laugh as much.

For the next few seconds, you and Bradley were quiet. Soft touches were shared between the two of you before your boyfriend pulled back once more. His fingers dipped between your legs, checking to see just how wet you were. A soft moan escaped you as he swirled your slick around your clit. The next thing you knew, you could hear the cap of the lube snapping open. Suddenly, you felt the cold drop running down your slit. A hiss escaped you before Bradley slipped his fingers into you once more.

The next few minutes were spent with Bradley opening you up even further than you already were. You could feel that familiar pressure building once more. But, instead of Bradley leading you over that delicious edge, he stopped right as you were about to tip over. You groaned.

With a chuckle, Bradley slowly crawled up your body. “You ready, baby?” You could only nod, wanting nothing more than for Bradley to be seated inside of you. As he poured some more lube onto his hand, you got a sinister idea. The thought had you smirking. However, you were stopped in your tracks as you watched Bradley wrap his hand around his thick cock. His fingers couldn’t even touch.

For the first time tonight, you found yourself focusing on his cock. It was long, longer than you had seen before and curved toward the end. His tip was an angry red colour and as he stroked himself, you could see the pre-cum leaking down his shaft. Your eyes traced the vein that ran up the bottom before your eyes snapped up to your boyfriend’s. He had caught you red-handed.

Now, you decided to act on your plan. Before Bradley could realize what was happening, you had flipped him over and were straddling his thick thighs. He looked up at you in shock. With one hand, you gripped his cock and with the other you stabilized yourself against his chest. Biting your lip, your eyes locked with his as you began to stroke him. After a few seconds of building up your courage, you slowly sank down on him. Your warm and slick cunt sunk down onto his fat, mushroom tip with hardly any resistance.

Within the first few seconds, you were a moaning mess. There was less than two inches inside of you and you were already losing your mind. You couldn’t even begin to fathom taking the rest of him. Bradley could sense that you were struggling, so, your boyfriend’s hands gripped your hips. Slowly, he helped you sink down onto him. The breath rushed from your lungs in a matter of seconds. Now, you were just over halfway down Bradley’s cock and you felt like you were being split in half.

“That’s it, Princess,” He encouraged you as your greedy cunt swallowed another inch of him. “Doing so good.” With careful movements, he pulled you down until your head was resting on his chest, the steady sound of his heartbeat under your ear. Ever so slowly, Bradley pulled down your hips until they were flush with his. The second he was fully seated inside of you, you let out the most pornographic moan Bradley had ever heard.

One of his hands grabbed your ass and the other cradled the back of your head. The next few minutes were spent with Bradley simply letting you adjust to his size. His sheer girth had you whining quietly against his skin, sticky with sweat. After about four minutes, Bradley planted his feet and shifted slightly. That caused the tip of his cock to press right against your sweet spot. Once again, you couldn’t help but moan loudly.

Ever so slowly, your boyfriend began rocking into you. With each thrust, Bradley would only pull himself out a little bit, leaving the rest of his pulsing cock stuffed inside of you. Then he would push back in, filling you to the brim once more. The feeling of his mushroom tip hitting your spot over and over again had you seeing stars. “Say my name.” It was more of a command than a request.

“Fuck, Bradley!” You cried out, hips beginning to raise and fall of their own accord. He grunted hips smacking into yours as he fucked you.

You grunted, feet planted firmly against the bed as he pistoned his weeping cock into you. “No,” He taunted, slowing his thrusts until he was hardly moving. “Not that one.” The realization of what he wanted you to do was almost enough to make you cum.

“Oh my god,” You rushed out, fist forming as you curled into his chest further. “Rooster!” It was almost a scream. The way the words rushed out of you so fast, Bradley was almost concerned. Almost. “Rooster, please. Please fuck me.” At that, Bradley moaned. He had never heard such a sweet sound as you begging for him to fuck you. It was music to his ears.

Loud moans and grunts filled the room as Bradley began to thrust harder and deeper. Now you were clinging to him, puffy cunt stretched out more than you ever would have thought possible. Your boyfriend gripped your hips harshly, raising you up on his thick cock before slamming you down onto him. That sent a sharp cry out of you, your face turning until it was buried against his chest.

Suddenly, your whole body tensed. Bradley, once again, had slipped his thumb into your tight ring of muscle. The moan that you let out was nearly a scream. Feeling his thick cock in your dripping core and his thumb pushing into your ass sent you reeling. “Imagine what my cock would feel like in this tight, little ass of yours.” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust. His thumb slipped out of your ass seconds later. The fucked-out look on your face wasn’t going away anytime soon.

This pattern continued for the next few minutes until Bradley's thrusts began growing erratic. You were so, so close. All you needed was a little bit more and you would be falling into blissful pleasure. Bradley gave you that little bit more in mere seconds.

His thumb pressed hard against your clit, rubbing the small pearl in circular motions. You found yourself clenching around him with your eyes rolling back. There was an obscene amount of your sweet release leaking out around your boyfriend’s thick cock. He held you carefully as you slowly came down from your high.

Before you had time to recover, however, your boyfriend was pumping his cum into you, thick, white ropes painting your walls. You shuddered at the foreign feeling. Regardless of the other guys you had been with before, you had never let any of them do what you and Bradley just did. His cock was still throbbing inside you. The feeling almost had you cumming again.

Ever so slowly, Bradley lifted you off his softening cock. It had you whining and whimpering. You clenched around nothing, his cum starting to leak out of you. It dripped onto his lap as he pulled your hips up. You were breathless as he set your hips down on his thigh, your cunt clenching desperately at the pressure suddenly placed on your clit. His arms wound around your stomach, holding you tightly against his sweaty chest.

In less than five minutes, you were drifting off against his chest, feeling his warm cum still dripping out of your puffy and abused cunt. Needless to say, the next day, you were walking with a limp.

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simpforrooster · 5 months

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actually, it’s captain.

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!reader

summary: request for @kpopgirlbtssvt. rooster’s girl is hit on by Top Gun students.

t/w: touch her, you d i e trope. cursing. mentions of alcohol.

Rooster leans against the bar, laughing at something Penny tells him. His jeans hang low on his hips, and he’s wearing the Hawaiian shirt you bought him for his birthday.

Rooster’s hand slaps the bar as he continues to howl. Penny and Mav exchange a look. Maverick murmurs something to Penny. Your guess would be “it wasn’t that funny.”

You throw back the rest of your drink. As your glass returns to the table, a group of men circle you, all clad in khaki. Must be new Top Gun recruits.

“What’s a pretty little gal like you sittin’ here alone for?” one of them asks you, his accent very similar to Hangman’s.

“Mind if we join ya?” the second asks. Before you can reply, two of the slide in across from you, while the one who spoke first sits next to you. His burly arm comes up around your shoulder. You stiffen under him, feeling small.

And not in the way you feel with Rooster. He makes you feel small, protected, but also empowered. This guy has a hold on you like he’s claiming you. Telling every other guy in the bar he plans on taking you home.

“This here’s Crane and Sorry,” he points to the two in front of you. “And you can call me Pleasure. As in, it’s a pleasure to meet you. As in, the way all ladies feel after a night with me.” He winks. He actually winks.

Your brain is so shocked, you can’t form words. You should take this guy’s arm and bend it behind your back, the way your dad taught you. You should give him on of your grade-a verbal lashings.

But you don’t. The sheer audacity of this man has you frozen.

You try to make eye contact with Rooster, but Pleasure’s frame blocks your view.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend, asshole.” Rooster’s voice makes a relieved breath come from your mouth. His tone of voice would make anyone run for the hills, but it leaves you full of wanting.

Pleasure chuckles, meeting Rooster’s gaze. “Actually, it’s Lieutenant.”

Crane and Sorry exchange an amused look. Rooster’s face is set in a hard line. He reaches for Pleasure’s bicep, ripping him from the booth.

“I said to get your hands off my girlfriend, asshole.” Rooster is a whole head taller than the aviator that just had himself draped on you.

“Shouldn’t leave your girl all alone, dick.” Pleasure tells him, bowing up. Rooster’s mouth pulls up on the left, giving him one of his infamous cocky smirks. Second only to Hangman’s.

“Actually, it’s Captain. And I hope to God you’re in one of my classes. Lieutenant.”

At this, you see Pleasure audibly gulp, knowing he’s fucked up. Rooster still has a death grip on his arm.

“Come on, man. Make my day,” the words come out laced with venom.

Before things can get out of hand, you hop out of the booth and high tail it to Penny. Quickly giving her a synopsis, she rings the bell, signaling these guys need to be thrown out. Hangman, Omaha, and Coyote each grab one of the guys and drag them to the exit.

Rooster joins you at the bar, taking your face in his hands. Those brown eyes roam over you, searching.

Your hands come up to cradle his face, “Roos, I’m fine.”

“When I saw him draped over you, I saw red. Nobody touches my girl.” He leans down to place a kiss against your temple. Rooster’s words have your toes curling in your shoes. You’ve never seen this side of him.

You lower your hands to his shoulders, threading one of them in his curly hair that’s definitely longer than Military regulation.

“You’re the only one I want touching me,” you murmur in his ear, your face flushing.

“Yeah?” he murmurs back.

Not trusting your voice to not come out completely needy, you nod.

“Come on, guys. Quit being disgusting,” Maverick says to the two of you, feigning gagging.

Penny pops his hand over the bar, eliciting a laugh from him.

Rooster ignores him, placing a deep kiss onto your mouth.

“Take me home, baby,” you say, taking in those brown eyes.

“I don’t know, pretty girl, I don’t think I can get further than the Bronco,” he winks.

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 1 year

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Come Over Here and Overwhelm Me: an even better life (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: Goin' to the courthouse and they're gonna get married - life is even better than either of them could imagine.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 4815

Warnings: just some old-fashioned tooth-rotting fluff, my babies are getting married y'all, flashforward, pregnancy stuff

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Ronnie smoothed out the skirt of her simple white dress one last time. She was lucky she even had one. Tucked away in the back of her closet with the tag still on. She distinctly remembered that she had every intention of returning it, thinking it too bridal for the backyard barbeque she bought it for.

For just a moment she fretted over not having any nice shoes, but everyone insisted the white pair of Berks she owned were too perfect for her not to wear. Too like her. Too like them.

Then Ronnie adjusted the grip she had on the small bundle of flowers held in her hands. They were nothing special, and she would have been content with no flowers at all. But then Phoenix went outside from where the girls were getting ready at Ronnie’s house, and came back in a few minutes later with the little bouquet. Ronnie recognized the flowers instantly from her neighbor’s yard. A girl needs flowers on her wedding day, Phoenix explained while she put the bundle in a cup of water to keep them fresh.

Ronnie was getting married today.

And according to the clock, she was getting married in less than five minutes.

The thought made a laugh bubble up in her throat. Unbelieving and giddy like she was sixteen and being asked to prom again. She stared at the wood of the courtroom doors practically begging them to open. Jake was the one who insisted on doing at least this part traditionally. With the reveal of the bride and being walked down the makeshift aisle. Let the anticipation grow a lil’, sweets.

So Bradley stood beside her just outside the county courtroom, hands folded in front of himself, looking more nervous than she was. Still in his dress khakis, he had readjusted his ribbons at least ten times since they arrived.

She spent another minute watching his anxious fiddling before he suddenly asked, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

Ronnie’s eyes went wide for a moment before she guffawed. “What? No! I mean, would that be such a bad thing if I was?”

“No, no! That’s not what I meant. It’s just…Are you sure you don’t wanna… I don’t know… wait?” he asked, looking down at her softly and full of brotherly concern that she missed and hated all at once. “Do the whole ceremony thing with the big dress and the invitations and the party?”

“I don’t really care about any of that stuff.” Ronnie shrugged with a smile. “I just wanna be married. I wanna be married to Jake.”

Bradley laughed with a disbelieving shake of his head. “How can you be so confident just all the time?”

It was meant to be a joke, but Bradley was pretty sure it flopped. There was too much behind it for it to really land. Bradley had always had a problem with hesitation. Waiting too long to act, going through all the variables, taking things slow just in case. While Ronnie had never hesitated about anything in her entire life. If she wanted something she went after it. A medal in surfing, a degree in business, the man that she loved.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, and Bradley felt even worse that he had to explain himself.

“I mean…” He sighed, dragging a hand down his face as he thought of the right words. “If I were in your shoes — I’d be thinking over every single little thing. If I were Hangman I don’t even know if I would’ve found the guts to ask you to marry me let alone just elope. I mean, what if things go bad and you get divorced? What if his family doesn’t like you? What if this isn’t the right choice at all?”

“Well, okay, number one — I’m glad you didn’t ask me to marry you, ‘cause that’s gross and also illegal,” she said with a grin and he shoved her shoulder playfully, rolling his eyes. “But, number two, of course I’m thinking about that stuff. I’m not insane. But…None of that really matters. What does matter is that I love Jake and he loves me. Nothin’ else to it. If I’ve got him, none of that other stuff worries me at all.”

Bradley just looked at her for a moment. Ronnie’s brown eyes so much like his own, so much like their dad’s, that shone with a kind of love he thought was made up for movies. Her in that white dress with the wilting flowers and hair curled. It was a sight he never thought he would get to see — let alone that she would ask him to walk her down the aisle.

Then he shook his head. “I don’t think I could do that…”

“That might be my fault, in all honesty,” she chuckled back. “I definitely was insane as a kid. Made you do all my worrying for me.”

Bradley ran an exasperated hand over his face. “God, remember that time you slid down the roof in a laundry basket and broke your arm?”

“Yeah. Best ten seconds of my life,” Ronnie joked with a nudge back.

There was shuffling behind the oak doors and Ronnie sucked in a sharp breath. The five minutes were up. It was time. Despite his reservations and concern for her, Bradley offered Ronnie his arm. She took it gladly. He was the only one she would ever let walk her down the aisle. It was always going to be her older brother. No matter how much space was between them. He taught her how to tie her shoes, helped her with her homework, and helped her grow into the woman standing before those courthouse doors. She never wanted her wedding day without him.

God, she was getting married today.

“I think these ones are about to take top spot,” Bradley muttered.

Ronnie took a deep breath, her heart racing, and butterflies filling her stomach. “You might be right.”

The doors swung open, the first few notes of some NSYNC song filling the too-large space for so few people. It was just a county courthouse, nothing fancy. All wooden furniture bolted to green carpet and pictures of old judges lining the walls. But none of that mattered.

No, it didn’t matter at all because Jake was standing there in his dress blues with a smile on his face. He had his hands clasped in front of him, but she noticed the way he quickly wiped beneath his eyes as Bradley escorted her down the aisle.

Holy shit, she mouthed to him and he laughed.

Javy was standing right beside him; hopefully, with his mission completed and a ring in his pocket. The portly judge with his wire grey mustache, wearing the black robe was on Jakes other side, grinning like it was his own child's wedding. And standing off to the side was Penny, wearing a pretty pink dress and holding a single daisy.

The rest of the aviators were standing in front of the wooden benches. Mickey held the speaker playing the NSYNC, looking pleased with himself. Ronnie could hear Maverick sniffling as she passed him. She wished her parents could be there to see this, but she was glad Pete Mitchell was.

Bradley let her hand slip from the crook of his elbow. Then Jake reached for her with a gentle grin, held out his hand for her to take. But Ronnie waited. Looked back at her brother one lsat time. And he grinned at her with a nod of his head, a nudge, go on.

She went. She turned to Jake and took his hand with a smile. The judge started speaking but she couldn’t hear a word he was saying. Not when Jake Seresin was looking at her like his life was truly, finally, completely about to start. With her. Only took them five years and a chance reunion to figure it out. It was insane now, standing in that county courthouse and white-knuckling his hand, to think back on the dread that filled her when he walked into the var that day. There was no dread now, no fear. Just anticipation, just love, just a life truly, finally, completely about to start. Together.

“Oh, she’s pretty,” a feminine voice said, crackling like they were on the other end of a phone. “Even prettier than the pictures he sent me.”

“Can you see? She pregnant or what?” a male voice asked.

“Tony! You shush!”

Ronnie tried to focus on what the judge was saying, something about opportunities like this and love and never having so many witnesses to a courthouse wedding before, but she was finding it increasingly difficult with that going on in the background. She just barely caught the judge’s instruction for them to turn to one another. Passing off her flowers to Penny before taking both of Jake’s hands.

The two voices continued to chatter.

“Who’s on the phone right now?” she mumbled to Jake as the judge went on with the ceremony.

“Javy — with my parents,” he replied under his breath. “They’re on FaceTime. Don’t think they know we can hear them.”

“Oh, they definitely don’t,” she chuckled lightly, and he did too.

“May we have the rings?” the judge asked, looking to Javy, who fished the rings out of his pocket and handed them over with a smile.

Then the judge passed off the simple golden band to Ronnie. Her breath stuttered out of her as she took it with a shaking hand. Jake gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze. But it wasn’t nerves that made her tremble now. It was eagerness.

“Do you, Veronica, commit yourself to Jake as your husband to learn and grow with, to respect hi min everything as an equal partner, in the foreknowledge of joy and pain, strength and weariness, direction and doubt, for all the risings and settings of the sun?”

“I do,” she answered without hesitation, brown eyes boring into Jake’s with all the love and trust in the world.

“Now repeat after me,” the judge went on, “With this ring…I wed you…And pledge you my love…Now and forever.”

With her last repetition, she slipped the ring onto his finger. And she grinned from ear to ear at the sight. The ring a few sizes too big on him, but it didn’t even matter. Jake Seresin was hers. Truly, finally, completely. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she looked up into his grinning face.

“Holy shit,” she said aloud, mostly to herself, thumb running over the cool metal now adorning his finger.

Distantly, she heard everyone in the room laugh at her proclamation. Even Jake’s parents on the phone. But the only laugh she could truly hear, the only smile she could see, was Jake’s. His eyes watery and crinkled at the corners, and cheeks red as he looked at her like he wanted to spend all his moments in between with her.

The judge handed Jake her mother’s engagement ring. The ring only a few hours ago he asked her to marry him with in the first place.

“Do you, Jake, commit yourself to Veronica as your wife to learn and grow with, to respect her in everything as an equal partner, in the foreknowledge of joy and pain, strength and weariness, direction and doubt, for all the risings and settings of the sun?”

“Absolutely, I do,” he replied with a kind of stern earnestness that even the most vile would believe to the core.

“Now repeat after me. With this ring…I wed you…And pledge you my love…Now and forever.”

“Now…And forever,” Jake repeated as he slipped the ring on her finger for the second time that day.

He wanted her. He chose her. Now and forever. Truly, finally, completely. He wanted to stay. To spend the night, every night. He wanted to hold and comfort as she cried, pick out furniture with her, listen to her singing in the shower, disagree with her over little and big things, know about her day. He wanted her up close and personal and every day. For so long, Ronnie thought no one would ever want her like that. But Jake did. It was written all over his face as he took her hand completely and tugged her in close.

“By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Everyone cheered and whooped and hollered as Jake pulled her in and pressed his lips to hers. It was firm and sure and sweet. And it didn’t surprise her at all when he dipped her nearly to the floor. Trusting him completely to hold her up as they both smiled into the kiss.

The chilled Maryland spring air blew through the open window. Despite how much she had complained about the cold East-coast weather the past six months, Ronnie had to admit the breeze felt amazing as she lifted one of the last remaining boxes and began carrying it down the hall to the front room.

It felt like only yesterday they were packing up her stuff in Miramar. But now their time in DC was complete — Jake’s detachment with the Blue Blasters in Oceana had come to a close. They had spent the time making a home together in their cheap rental, attending Navy balls and award ceremonies, and seeing as many of the sights as Jake would allow Ronnie to drag him to. Now, Jake was taking two weeks of leave, the most time he had ever taken since joining the Academy, to get them settled in their new home.

A house built on his parent’s land in Austin, Texas. Ronnie hoped the weather down there would be more agreeable with her. Less cold at the very least. Once settled, he would start his new instructor position at Fort Worth. A brand new training squadron in the heart of Texas. It was amazing the kind of sway he could carry on his requests now that he was a Lieutenant Commander.

As Ronnie entered the front room, Jake came back inside the small house from where he had been putting things in the moving truck.

He hadn’t shaved in three days, a new record for him, and was already sporting a nice layer of stubble. Ronnie regretted it as soon as she told him it looked good, only succeeding in fueling his ego. He had sweat through his grey t-shirt, leaving massive stains on his chest and back. He puts his hands on his hips and sighed when he spotted her carrying the box into the room.

“Hey, I got it, darlin’. I got it,” Jake said as he scooped it out of her arms.

Ronnie rolled her eyes. “I can carry a box, Jake. It’s not even that heavy.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a strong and capable woman.” He kissed her forehead as he shifted the box in his arms.

“Damn straight,” she muttered back with a slight pout.

“Who’s also eighteen weeks pregnant and has a husband who loves her too much.”

She looked down at her bump, unsuccessfully hidden beneath the overalls she struggled to put on that morning. Just another thing that no longer fit — but Ronnie swore still did. She felt her cheeks heat up and butterflies fill her stomach as she glanced up at Jake’s knowing grin. It was a little miracle. One that most days she still couldn’t believe. Her greatest dream finally come true — given to her by the man she loved.

Ronnie looked back up at him now, trying not to smile as she said, “Shut up.”

“No, you shut up.” Jake grinned himself as he leaned down and pressed his lips to her own. Then he nodded his head down at the box. “What’s in this one?”

“Baby stuff,” she replied.

All those onesies she just couldn’t help but buy even though they didn’t know the sex yet. All those outfits Jake couldn’t stop himself from ordering because he’ll look like a tiny adult.

“Okay. This one’ll go in the truck. Then I think we’re good to go.”

He raised his eyebrows at her excitedly before he turned and walked back out the door. Ronnie sighed as she looked around the place one last time. The rental was small and in desperate need of updating. The walls were thin and the grass was perpetually dead. And Jake more than once had to call maintenance and nearly yell at them to get their asses out there to fix something. But it was their first place, their first home, together. Now, all their stuff was packed up save for the furniture they got with the place and were going to leave for the next tenant. The perks of military provided housing.

She sunk down onto that lumpy couch that was being left behind with another deep breath. Okay, she wasn’t going to miss this exactly. But…

Ronnie found out she was pregnant in that bathroom straight out of the eighties. Screaming and crying and running around the house while Jake just watched her with an amused smile. They tried cooking together in that kitchen. Meal kits with easy instructions because they were both terrible at it. She and Jake slow danced in that front room. When they first moved in — because it was Tuesday — after their first prenatal appointment and they heard that sweet hummingbird-like heartbeat for the first time. Maverick and Penny came to visit and they played charades on that back porch. They heard the good news and Maverick cried, thinking about her mom and dad and how they would be so proud.

There were so many memories in that house. Ones she didn’t want to forget.

But home was the two of them, together. Soon to be the three of them. Subconsciously, she put a hand on her belly. A year ago she was alone in her room in Miramar, eating Chinese takeout with some shitty reality show on in the background after a day of surfing and feeling sorry for herself. Missing her brother, missing her friends, thinking that maybe she was incapable of finding someone to love. It amazed her now how she thought that life was good. Satisfactory. Enough. This was a good life — an even better one than anything she ever had before. She had a husband who loved her, a brother who called, and a little one on the way she couldn’t wait to meet.

Jake came back inside, brushing his hands off on one another. He dropped down onto the couch beside her with a groan, slinging one arm up behind her as he took one last look around the place. He smelled like sweat, but Ronnie didn’t mind. She wondered if he was thinking about all those moments too. All those memories they had there. When he reached down and squeezed her shoulder, she knew that he was.

“You ready to go?” he asked quietly, giving her arm another squeeze.

“Uh, yeah. Prolly should go pee again though.”

“Good call.”

But she didn’t get up. She stayed rooted to the couch, glued under his soft touch and the sinking feeling in her gut at leaving. Starting over. Being with his family. She had seen the pictures. Their house was only a few yards away from the Seresin family ranch where his parents lived. They might not be living in the same house, but they were going to be around all the time. Ronnie had never been that close to family, to people in her entire life. And sure, she met Grace Seresin, that good Southern momma who raised an amazing son, and her husband Anthony, when they came to visit DC for a week. They ate at the good restaurants Jake and Ronnie had found and Grace talked about the party she wanted to throw for them, a late reception, when they found themselves in Texas. But then they left. Ronnie had never loved someone up close before. Even with Jake, it was a struggle at first to have him near and tangible and all the time. Uncertainty filled her now, which Jake seemed to notice, his arm curling around her shoulder and tugging her in close to his sweaty chest.

“Do you…” she started quietly, reaching up to fiddle with his dog tags that had slipped out from beneath his shirt. “Do you think they’ll like me?”

Jake leaned out so he could look her in the face with a furrowed brow. “They already love you? You talk to my mom on the phone literally all the time.”

“I know, I know. It’s just…” She sighed, dropping her hand into his lap. “In person is different. And they’re just right there. What if I run out of stuff to talk about?”

“You’re having another Seresin grandbaby — trust me, you’ll have plenty to talk about,” he said with a reassuring grin.

“But you’ll…You’ll be there to help me though, right?” Ronnie tilted her head up to look at him with those big brown eyes and Jake was a goner.

“Of course I will, darlin’.” He kissed her forehead, then her lips. “You know I’m always gonna be there.”

Ronnie nodded before she sunk into him further, burrowing her head into his shoulder as she wrapped her arms as best she could around his middle. Jake chuckled as he kissed the top of her head. It was nearly insane to think that a year ago he was a bachelor stationed at Lemoore, hooking up with whoever just to feel something. Anything besides lonely and scared and angry. Thinking about a girl he left behind because he was too stupid to see past himself. Now, he was a husband. He was going to be a father. A thought that terrified and excited him all at once. All with that girl he left and found again — the best thing that ever happened to him. He kissed her head again, breathed in her scent of coconut and sandy shores, and thanked whatever was out there for giving him another chance.

“Oh!” Ronnie squirmed, the baby who had been still since she woke up that morning now practically doing backflips in her belly. She pried one arm loose to rest a hand on her bump. “Someone finally decided to wake up. Sleepy-head.”

Jake was quick to have a hand of his own on her growing bump, trying to feel what she felt. His touch was firm, assured against her body as Ronnie angled her back against his chest so he could reach better. With a smile, she placed her hand over his and guided it to where the baby was kicking up a storm, feather-light little pulses that had them both laughing softly. Jake kissed her neck as his fingers spread wide, nearly covering the whole bump, content to stroke her through her overalls. And she was content to feel completely held.

“I think he’s telling us we should go,” Jake muttered against that spot just beneath her ear, making her shoulders bunch up.

“He?” Ronnie questioned as Jake untangled himself and rose from the couch with a stretch. “How do you know it’s not a girl?”

He pulled at the hem of his shirt, trying to dry out the massive sweat stains before they rode in the car for ten hours. “Trust me, Seresins are only capable of shooting out boys. Going back three generations.”

“God, now I really want it to be a girl,” she said, scooting herself to the edge of the couch.

Jake came over and held out his hands, which Ronnie gladly took in order to hoist herself out of the cushions. She hoped the couch his mom picked out was easier to get off of at least.

“It’s not gonna be,” he told her once she was standing.

She shrugged. “Okay, well, now you’re just jinxing yourself.”

“Pee so we can go, please?” he laughed with a roll of his eyes, pointing towards the hall. “I’ll meet you at the car.”

“Yes, Commander.” She saluted playfully and he glared at her before turning towards the door.

A few minutes later, Ronnie was out the door and locking it behind her. She dropped the key in the old metal letterbox still screwed into the drab tan siding so their landlord could pick it up later. She looked at the place one last time. Took in the flowers she had planted herself that were just coming back up for their second season. Took in the chipped paint on the door that drove Jake insane because he couldn’t just repaint and seal it himself (Yeah, I know the landlord’s supposed to do it, but I know how, Ronnie!). She put her hand to the doorframe with an affectionate smile.

“Bye, house,” she whispered before turning and going down the front steps.

Jake stood by the moving truck talking to his brother Darren and his two teenage boys. Ronnie was immensely appreciative that he could take leave and help them get moved. Darren was the only one of Jake’s brothers that she had met so far. He lived in DC, worked in administration at Naval District Washington. Jake joked about him being a Yeoman a lot, but Darren just took it in stride. He was quiet but kind, a sternness about him that really only came with experience. And he loved his little brother a lot. Not to mention, he was attractive. Clean cut jaw and those Seresin green eyes. Ronnie had to wonder if Jake just came from a family of models turned Navy men.

“There she is!” one of Darren’s sons, Isaiah, cheered as Ronnie came down the last step. The other one, Harvey, just stood there and blushed crimson at his brother’s antics. “There’s that hot mama!”

“Dude,” Jake warned his nephew with one hand up in question.

“What? I love it when eighteen-year-olds call me hot mama,” Ronnie said as she wrapped an arm around Jake’s waist. “I’m hot and I’m gonna be a mama — it’s just facts, babe.”

“Yeah, it’s just facts, babe,” Isaiah butted in.

“Whatever, can we just go, please?” Jake gestured towards the car.

“Yep, it’s a long drive, we better get goin’,” Darren groaned, stretching out his back as he pulled the moving truck keys from his pocket.

Ronnie put a hand to his elbow with a smile. “Thanks for doing this again. Be safe, okay? Call if you need anything.”

“Happy to help,” Darren replied.

“See you in Texas, hot mama!” Isaiah called out, already having climbed into the front of the truck with Harvey still blushing crimson.

Ronnie laughed, head thrown back and a hand on her hip. When she turned, Jake was standing on her side of the car holding the door open, looking slightly grumpy. He got rid of his Corvette a long time ago, albeit mournfully. He really loved that car. But it wasn’t a family car. Now he drove around proudly in a Subaru with a large trunk and enough backseat space for at least two carseats. Something he liked to remind Ronnie about constantly. She shook her head as she approached him.

“Why are you pouting?” she asked, only slightly mocking, as she came to a stop — the car door sandwiched between them.

“‘Cause…” When he spoke again it was quiet, delivered with a shrug. “‘Cause you’re my hot mama.”

“Oh, babe,” she laughed, taking his face in her hands and bringing him down for a soft kiss. “Of course I’m your hot mama. Wouldn’t be one without you, so…”

Jake chuckled against her lips before kissing her again. Slow and sweet and filled with so much joy. Then the moving truck’s horn went off and Ronnie nearly jumped out of her skin. The couple turned, and Isaiah was falling back into the passenger seat with a cackle. Jake just flipped him the bird, which earned him a quieter honk from Darren, before giving his wife one last peck at the corner of her mouth.

“Come on.” Jake nodded his head for her to climb inside the car.

And she did, settling into the seat and already getting out a packet of chips to munch on. Jake joined her in the driver’s seat soon enough. And then they were off. Towards a new life, a new home, a new adventure. Ronnie’s breath sighed from her like soft summer rain as she looked over her shoulder at the house one last time, watched it disappear from view as they turned onto the main road. Jake took her hand and gave it a squeeze, reassuring and empowering.

With Jake, she was home. She was loved. She was powerful. She could do anything with him by her side. Even live a life better than anything she could have ever imagined.

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Good News || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: So i saw somewhere where a woman got into trouble for "destruction of government property" but it's just her giving her military husband hickies, and i think this would be so hilarious with Jake Seresin.

A/N: This one came so quickly to me. It's just pure fluff. All the Jake Seresin fluff! Short but sweet. Hope you all enjoy :)

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 2.3k +

Your eyes flipped back to the calendar on the wall with a big red circle around today. You’d probably looked at that calendar a thousand times over the last six months as you waited. Waited agonizingly every single day praying you wouldn’t get a knock on your door or the dreaded phone call.

Jake had been deployed on a carrier off the coast of Israel in the Mediterranean Sea for the last six months. You knew it came with the territory when you started dating him all those years ago. It terrified you every single time he came to tell you he was off on a mission or going on orders overseas. You’d never show it, only your utmost support and confidence in the man. But you knew how dangerous it was. He told you about all the men and women he’s seen gone down and some never making it home in his short span as a pilot in the Navy. It didn’t just terrify you, it rocked you all the way down to your core. What if he didn’t make it home? He was a hell of a pilot, one of the best that was flying, but things didn’t always go your way. He knew that. You knew it. Everybody seemed to know it.

But today was the day. He was coming home. After the months of shitty less than communication and trying your best to stay distracted it was here. He was safe. He was alive. You’d talked to him just a few hours ago. Waiting.

Jake’s parents picked you up from your shared home just off base that’d been eerily quiet in his absence. They didn’t want you driving in your hyper-fixated state. They never wanted you driving when it came to these kinds of events. They knew how much it tore you up when he was gone on deployment. If you didn’t fly down to Texas they made sure to fly to you. Just to keep you company. You hadn’t a clue how you’d gotten so lucky to have them in your life. And hopefully in the future as family. You never pushed it though. You didn’t want him to panic and ran. And truth be told you’d be fine never marrying him so long as he was like this in your life. Your best friend and love wrapped up in one.

“Are you excited?” His mom asked seeing you nearly bouncing out of the backseat once the car rolled onto base.

“Oh Nancy,” you could only nod your head in confirmation, “I’m more than excited.” Your cheeks were starting to burn from the big cheesy grin you were wearing.

His dad, David, spoke up, “I know Jake is just as excited.” He smiled just feeling the excitement in the air. These days were truly the best. Six months was a long time to be away. The longest deployment he’d been on in years.

The three of you made small talk as David drove to the base. Once parked, you happily led the older couple over to where the sailors would stand before they waited to be dismissed. You watched as the hundred or so men and women aboard the ship departed to their designated formation. Your eyes scanned for your loved one. Your Jake.

Finally spotting him you waited anxiously as the rest of the crew lined up. You just had to wait it out another ten minutes or so. They had to officially be dismissed before they could break for the family reunions. These last few minutes always seemed to draw on for decades trying to be as patient as possible.

You kept your eyes on him as he kept his forward. You hadn’t a clue that he already spotted you moments before you did him. But he had to keep his attention forward. No matter how anxious he was to see his favorite girl again.

They second they were dismissed Jake made a beeline right for you. Your face lit up in surprise as he headed right at you. Your body responding by moving forward you jumped right into his arms once he got close enough. He was more than ready. He wrapped his arms right around you securing you tightly to his chest while your feet locked behind him.

“Jakey.” You grinned hugging him tightly, afraid he’d be gone from your arms again you cherished every second like this. It made you realize how much you really did love the man you were holding so tightly. How much you craved him, everything about him. You’d rather not have had him gone for six months though. That was far too long for your liking. As if you had any say.

“Honey.” He cooed gently rocking you side to side. One arm snaked around your waist, one arm gently cradling your head in his hands, “You’re so fucking pretty. How’d you get even more beautiful? God I missed your face.” Jake leaned down capturing your lips in his. As gentle as he normally was with you this was hungrier. He really had missed you. Giving your hip as squeeze you felt him smile into the kiss as you squirmed away from his grasp.

Once you stopped giggling you looked right into his eyes smiling dopily, “And I missed yours, handsome man.” You gave him a wicked smirk before doing the unthinkable. Jake had warned you time and time again how he couldn’t show visible marks on the skin, or the Navy could have his ass. And maybe even yours if they were angry enough. You’d known they were empty threats, but you’d never dreamed of potentially hurting his flying in anyway. So, you’d never leave any marks.

Sliding his collar to the side you decided to throw caution to the wind seeing everybody lost in their own world with their own families. Jake’s parents were even admiring all the reunions around them instead of having their eyes fixated on the two of you. They loved watching all the joy every time. Nancy always made sure that every sailor was feeling the love. That was just one of the reasons you’d fallen in love not only with Jake but his entire family. His mom was as sweet as they came. His dad just as caring but even more tough. It was no wonder Jake was the way he was. Albeit a little more of an asshole than either of them even combined.

“Ma’am. That is abhorrent.” A vaguely familiar voice made you focus on your surroundings once more, “This is Destruction of Government Property.” You heard a cough from behind Jake drawing you away from your boyfriends neck. The look you sent could’ve killed him if it were at all possible. Bradley fucking Bradshaw. Was he actually serious right now?

You felt Jake’s laughter in his chest before you heard it. Flicking your eyes up momentarily at him you kissed him on his cheek before flipping Bradley off, “I don’t care Bradley.” You continued flipping him off while Jake held you tightly to his chest.

“Sweetheart…” Jake tried to warn you. The government really did own his ass. But his Commanding Officer was cool. He wasn’t expected to be back on base for another few weeks… what did a few hickies hurt? You knew the drill, but it didn’t seem to matter as you clung to him like he was about to vanish at any second. He looked down at your doe eyed expression, “I missed you.” He finished realizing just how hard deployment really was on you. The two of you were going on year five together. He’d been a pilot for all of them. He’d flown his hardest missions during that time. Your support never wavered. But seeing you like this? Like you’d never see him again… it hurt him. It hurt knowing you were feeling like that.

“You’ll care when there are Naval Officers on your doorstep.” Bradley tried. He really did. But you really didn’t care. You missed him more than anything. You didn’t care that his parents were there watching. You just missed him. Missed his corny ass jokes and the soft touches he always threw your way. You missed the sweet smiles and laughter that came with being around him.

“So be it. Worth it.” You giggled as Jake pinched your sides again bringing your attention back to the man you’d dreamed about every day.

“Eyes over here darling.” He made sure to flip Bradley off before holding you back in his arms once again. He wouldn’t let you drop your hold on him. He wanted you close. He didn’t care either. He’d craved you for those months. He’d forgotten just how bad deployment got. Bradley mumbled some incoherent words before disappearing off into the crowd.

Kissing his cheek once more you nodded, “Sorry Jakey.” Brushing your hands through his hair it felt like it really was just the two of you there. Like nobody else was around.

“No need to apologize.” He whispered in your ear sending immediate chills down your spine, “You didn’t answer my question though. How’d you seem to get even more beautiful while I was gone?”

You truly felt like a little schoolgirl was a nasty crush on a boy way out of your league. He was so sweet to you and only you. Not having a clue why. You loved watching him interact with everyone else. He was so different than the man who came home to you every night. But that was Jake. Tough as they come. Sweet as can be. The biggest fight the two of you had was when he came home and told you about the six month long deployment a year ago. You didn’t even fight you were just sad. Sad that he volunteered to go. Volunteered and didn’t tell you. The two of you worked through it though. You always did.

“Shush. You’ve just been trapped on a big boat for so long I’d be offended if you didn’t think I was pretty.” You wanted to kiss him so bad. You didn’t even remember the kiss you gave him once you spotted him walk off the ship. You blacked out, truly.

“Never ever.” He grinned, “I’ll never stop complementing my beautiful girl.”

You squeezed your arms around him pulling him so much closer. You’d melt into him if you could, “You’re too sweet to me Mr. Seresin.”

He shook his head, “Not enough, I’d say.” He took the lead this time leaning down to give you a soft, sweet kiss that was far too short for your liking.

“I love you.” You whispered to him feeling oh so happy. So beyond excited he was holding you in his arms once again. You tried to step away to give his parents a chance to say hello, but he only held you tighter. Shaking his head.

“Love you too, gorgeous girl.” He hummed placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “That was it, by the way.”

You scrunched your eyes together in confusion, “What?”

He nodded his head with that larger than life smile on his face, “You’re looking at Captain Jake Seresin. Command Ground Officer.” He emphasized ground with wide eyes.

“Jake! Congrats. You didn’t tell me! Does this mean you’re here? Permanently?” Looking at him expectedly. It hit you just how good it could really get once you knew he’d be sleeping by your side every night.

He nodded his head in excitement, “At least for this job. I’ll still be flying but more on the leadership side. Training. Preparing them.”

You didn’t think your heart could swell any larger in love. But there it went. Only Jake could do that. You knew it. He knew it, “You’re not kidding right? Like you’re being serious?”

“Yes sweetheart. So serious.” He kissed your nose this time. He missed you more than you could’ve imagined. It was an impossible six months. He didn’t want to do that anymore. He couldn’t be away from you anymore. Lucky for him he had options. They let him choose. He choose to ground himself from missions. It was time to grow up and move on. He’d accomplished everything he sought out to and more already in the air. Now he was on a mission to rise to the top. Admiral Jake Seresin had a ring to it.

You wanted to squeal but knew you had eyes all over you. Anybody could’ve been watching, “That’s the best news I’ve heard in a while J.”

“Just you wait.” He grinned ear to ear leaning down once more, whispering into your ear, “Won’t even be the best news you’ve heard all day.” Leaning all the way down he kissed you with a little bit more but keeping it PG. His parents were standing there a little annoyed that he’d chosen to be with you for so long before he even acknowledged them. But they knew. They knew the raw power of love. How much it could sway and dissuade. How deeply Jake was in love with you and how much you were with him.

“Oh? Do tell.” You pulled away looking at him curiously.

“You’ll see.” He wiggled his eyebrows just to egg you on.

You narrowed your eyebrows in on the man you loved so dearly, “You know how much I hate surprises.”

He laughed gleefully, “Oh darling, I know.” He pulled you back into him momentarily, “Promise, it’ll be worth the wait.”

“Promise?” You knew he’d keep true to his word, but you wanted to hear him confirm it.

“I promise you darling. Just you wait.” Squeezing your hand, he finally walked over to his parents bringing you right along with him. Only dropping your hand as he went in for the hug with his mom.

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djarinsidebitch · 2 years

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Alright so- I wrote a fic. It is originally a Bob Floyd x Natasha Trace x oc

And I was wondering if people would like to see it as that or-

I can edit it to be a bob Floyd x natasha trace x reader.

What would people prefer- (if y’all want the oc one I will post some information on them so there is some background)

Edit: I am posting both versions and the oc version is up !! Link

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roosterforme · 2 months

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Covering the Classics Part 1 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob is happy for his friends, but feeling like the fifth wheel every weekend has gotten old. Anna's main goal is to fly under the radar as she starts work at San Diego State University with her shiny, new graduate degree. She is convinced that the only company she needs is her own, but a specific flyer in the faculty lounge catches her interest.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, eventually 18+

Length: 2800 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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Bob hated it when Natasha was deployed without him. He always ended up feeling like the fifth wheel now that Bradley was married and Jake was dating Jessica. Well, both of those were actually understatements. Bradley was devoted to his wife, and Jake was soppy now that Jessica moved in with him. And Bob's feelings on the matter were never more evident than on nights out at the Hard Deck.

Without fail, a girl or two or three would hit on one of the other guys, and they would deftly try to pawn said girl off on Bob only for the girl to look rather disappointed and kind of wander away. He just had that effect on women. He was a lot better with the written word than with the spoken, and something just didn't translate well for him when he was met face-to-face with an intriguing smile and an attractive body.

He groaned as he watched another woman head off in the direction of the bar as soon as he nervously stumbled his way through a sentence where he tried to introduce himself. How exactly was he supposed to compete with Jake Seresin anyway? Nobody who originally wanted him was going to settle for Bob.

"I got you more peanuts." Bob looked up to see Bradshaw's wife smiling at him and holding out a cup. Ever since he visited Chippy's bar, he didn't want to admit to Penny that hers weren't quite as good, but if someone went out of their way to bring him a cup full, he was going to eat them. And it was also nice of her to make sure he was included tonight while Mickey was babysitting his nephews.

"Thank you," he replied softly, and she patted his shoulder.

"I saw you talking to that girl?" she asked, nodding her head toward the bar. "She's really cute."

Bob shook his head as he looked down at his ginger ale. "I mean, yes, she was very pretty, but I wasn't really talking to her. She didn't want to talk to me, actually." He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he looked up at her from his stool. "She wanted to talk to Jake."

She rolled her eyes, and Bob kept his fingers occupied by cracking open a peanut. He craved the familiar intimacy he saw when he looked at his friends and their partners. Maybe jealousy wasn't the right word, but he always felt left out of the loop. They all knew something he didn't, and he craved to be on the inside with someone of his own.

"I'd choose you over Jake any day, Bob. You're smart, and I like talking to you."

He smiled at her as he said, "That may be the case, but you'd choose Bradley over me."

"You got me there," she said with a laugh as she kissed his cheek, making him avert his eyes to the floor. "I'm probably not the best judge of character though."

Bob looked toward where she was smiling now and saw Bradley with his hideous tie dye shirt and idiotic looking backwards baseball cap as Jessica slaughtered him in a game of pool. "Yes, you are," Bob told her quietly. Because as soon as Bradley looked at his wife, his expression became one of complete wonder.

"Sugar! Come here! Jessica is being mean to me again!"

She squeezed Bob's shoulder and then took him by the hand, bringing him along with her to the pool table. He blushed again as he looked a little nervously at Bradley, but everyone knew Bob was harmless. He was the one just drinking a ginger ale since he had to drive home.

"Baby," Bradley whined. "She won't even let me try to make a shot."

"That's not her being mean to you. That's her being better than you," his wife replied. "And what's the moral of the story again?"

"Women should never be underestimated," Bradley and Jake said in unison.

"That's right," Jessica said as she sunk the 8-ball into one of the corner pockets. "Especially ones who have a PhD and tenure." She handed her pool cue to Bradley and did a little dance. Then she reached into Bob's cup of peanuts and said, "Chippy's are better."

"They are," he agreed with a nod and a grin. He cleared his throat as Bradshaw's wife finally dropped his hand. "So I heard the new semester starts on Monday?"

"Yes," Jessica gushed as she fixed her glasses. "And Brian took a position at the community college, so this should be my best semester yet."

Bob already knew that Jake was relieved that his girlfriend would be going to work in a more comfortable environment every day, but it was nice to see how excited she was.

"You know what I was thinking?" Jessica asked Bradshaw's wife quietly. Bob wondered if he should step away and give them some privacy, but they both kept helping themselves to the cup of peanuts. "Maybe we could put something up on the notice board in the main building, kind of inviting the other female teachers at the school to have lunch together one day? I felt so embarrassed and excluded from things because of Brian, I just thought it might be nice for anyone else who feels marginalized?"

Bradley's wife nodded. "I think that's a great idea."

Bob listened to them for a few more minutes before he wished them good luck as they started back to school for the fall term, and then he excused himself for the night. He stood outside in the dark parking lot for a few minutes and listened to the sound of the ocean before he climbed into his truck and headed for his silent house.

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"Dr. Webber."

Anna looked at the name placard on her office door and bounced up and down. "Dr. Webber," she read out loud again. She had the worst office on campus, no doubt about that. It was miniscule and kind of smelled like stale bread since it was so close to the cafeteria, but she loved it. All of the shelves were crammed with her books, and she could lock the rest of the world out when she needed a minute to herself. She just hoped that the tiny office wasn't a sign of bad things to come after San Diego State University willingly hired her less than a month before the start of the term.

In a matter of eight weeks, she had finally- finally- graduated with her PhD in English Literature and secured a job on the other side of the country. She sold everything she could think of, including her rings, and moved from gloomy New Jersey to a studio apartment in sunny southern California. Sure, all she had in her kitchen was a toaster oven and a mini fridge, but she was on her own. She had nobody to answer to. And she never would again.

"I guess everything is smaller here," Anna told herself as she locked her office door and went in search of the classroom where she would be holding the first lecture of her teaching career. She was too early for the class, but she was filled with nervous energy and decided that walking around would help.

She looked in classrooms and listened to a poetry lecture on the third floor. She found a really secluded ladies' bathroom as well as a reading nook. Eventually, she and her copy of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn managed to wander all the way to the main building where she found a faculty lounge.

It smelled like coffee, and there were snacks out on the counter, and everyone was talking in pairs or small groups. She should probably get to know her colleagues, but she also didn't mind the anonymity that came with observing everyone without engaging. She was good at that, and she'd spend too much time around people who needed to be in the spotlight all the time. As she reached for a donut with pink frosting, she saw a notice board across the room and went to take a look.

The hum of conversation around her was comforting as she read about a yoga class in the quad, alumni night, and a teacher appreciation banquet. Then her eyes caught on a single piece of paper with a plain black font. It wasn't flashy, and somehow it reminded her of a page from a favorite book.

WELCOME BACK FOR THE FALL SEMESTER, LADIES!

If you're interested in getting to know some other women who work on campus, let's meet for a friendly lunch on the first Tuesday of the term! Noon in the quad next to the weird tree.

Anna laughed. She knew where the quad was, but she wasn't sure which tree was the weird one. They actually all seemed a bit out of place to her since she wasn't used to living near palm trees. She started to skim a notice about how to recycle old textbooks, but she didn't get far before she was re-reading the one about meeting up for lunch.

If it was truly meant just for women, then it sounded kind of nice. She could eat her sandwich outside. She liked weird trees. The idea of having zero men around made it even more appealing. The last thing she wanted was to develop an interest in anyone right now. Or maybe ever again.

She took out her phone and snapped a picture of the page before checking the time and leaving with her donut. Twenty minutes later, with her class assembled before her in a small lecture hall, she cleared her throat and said, "Welcome to English 205. I'm Dr. Webber, and this semester we will be covering the classics."

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"You can do this. You'll be fine," Anna said as she walked slowly across the quad toward a palm tree that looked like it somehow started growing sideways about six feet up from the ground. "It's just some people."

But she wasn't good with people. Kevin had been quick to tell her that all the time. He liked to point out that she was awkward unless she was talking about literature or poetry or something from the New York Times bestseller list. Apparently she didn't know how to talk about normal things. Her hands started to sweat as she held onto her brown paper bag and can of ginger ale.

"Oh god," she groaned as she got a little closer. Truly, there was nothing to be afraid of. It was just two women smiling as they talked to each other with their lunches. But they were both beautiful. Like the kind of stunning girls that Anna was always afraid to talk to when she was a teenager. One was wearing a suit and high heels, and the other was wearing cute brown loafers and some tweed, and she felt like her own outfit looked awful now by comparison.

It wasn't too late to just walk past them and loop back toward her office and never try to socialize again. "Yes, let's do that." She nodded and picked up the pace a little bit. She could turn left at the weird tree and then maybe even make a run for it. "What are you doing?" she whispered, slowing down again. It was one thing to swear off men, but it wasn't going to be an enjoyable existence if she never tried to make a single friend here.

With a deep breath, she forced herself forward, and then soon two sets of eyes were on her. All she saw was matching smiles as she approached and said, "Hi. I'm Anna Webber. Is this the weird tree?"

"It's the weirdest tree I've ever seen," said the first woman as the other one jumped to her feet.

"Hi! Are you here for lunch?" she asked as she adjusted her glasses. "I told you someone would come," she whispered to the first woman before sticking her hand out. "I'm Jessica Reed! I work in the physics department, and this is my friend, and we are so, so happy you're joining us."

Anna smiled at how bubbly she was as she briefly shook her hand. "I just got here," she said with a wince. "I mean... it's my second day working here? I just got hired. In the English department. I'm teaching literature." God, could she sound like any more of an idiot right now?

But Jessica gasped in response. "Advanced Literature!" Then both women squealed, and soon the other one was introducing herself and talking about the math department and pointing out a building Anna had never been inside yet.

"It's silly, we know, but we kind of have code names for each other. I'm Advanced Calculus, and Jessica is Advanced Physics. You can be Advanced Literature. If you want." Now she looked a little uncertain while Jessica bounced in her high heels. "Wow, we sound like absolute nerds."

"We are nerds," Jessica confirmed with no shame as she looked at Anna. "I collect scientific journals. She uses math as foreplay with her husband. Do you want to eat lunch with us, Anna?"

Her response came with an ease that she hadn't felt in a long time. "Yes. Please." Then both women were shifting their lunches down and making room in the middle of the bench. Anna took a seat and watched Advanced Calculus pick a carrot stick out of the most beautifully organized lunch container she'd ever seen. She also had a tie dyed lunch box that was charming in a hideous way.

"How's your first week going?" Jessica asked as she bit into a delicious looking sandwich on fancy, multigrain bread. Anna knew she didn't fit in here at all as she pulled a plain turkey sandwich and some peanuts from her bag, but it was all she could afford right now.

"Well," she said with a sigh. "It's better than New Jersey."

Both women squealed again. "You're from the east coast!"

"Yeah," she replied as she opened her ginger ale. "I grew up in New Jersey. I went to college and grad school in New Jersey. I attempted to move to New York, and then somehow I ended up here." She left out the heartbreaking parts about Kevin, because he didn't really belong in a conversation where she was surprisingly kind of enjoying herself.

She learned the two women were from Massachusetts and Virginia, and that they both had PhDs from prestigious universities. They were both in committed relationships with naval aviators who also happened to work together. And both of the men loved packing their ladies lunches.

"Lucky," Anna muttered as she popped a peanut into her mouth and thought about the kitchen in her studio apartment. It was so small, it almost didn't exist. She was almost thirty and essentially still lived in a dormitory. How sad.

"Hey," Jessica said suddenly. "If you like peanuts, you'd probably love Chippy's!"

"What's Chippy's?" Anna asked curiously.

"Eww, no. Don't listen to Jess. Chippy's is a disgusting dive bar on the other side of campus."

"It's not disgusting! He just doesn't clean the floor."

Anna laughed. "I actually do love peanuts, but I'm not a big drinker." Then both women silently studied her, and she could feel heat rising in her cheeks. She'd said something wrong already. Of course things couldn't be this easy.

"Huh. You like ginger ale," said Advanced Calculus as she sat paused with a carrot stick halfway to her mouth.

Anna nodded as she said, "My... well, a guy I know used to make fun of me for being a ginger and loving ginger ale." She gestured to her auburn hair which was clipped up at the back of her head.

"Are you married? Or in a relationship?" she asked, and she finally bit into the carrot.

Anna didn't even have a chance to reply as Advanced Physics gasped on her other side. "You like peanuts. And ginger ale. How do you feel about men with glasses?"

"How do you feel about men with greenish blue eyes?"

"How do you feel about sweet men who blush?"

"Would you ever date a guy in the Navy?"

"Are you fond of beat up pickup trucks and country boys?"

"Do you want to come to the Hard Deck this weekend?"

Anna was starting to get whiplash as she looked back and forth between the two of them. "Wait, I'm sorry. What? I thought we were talking about a place called Chippy's?"

"We were. But now we're talking about a man called Bob."

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Omg omg omg. Okay, here we are with a story for our lovable Bob. Thanks for reading about the Sugarverse. I'd love to hear your thoughts. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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callsign-joyride · 2 years

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Yankee Rose | J.H.S | 0.5

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC Erica "Miami" Kazansky

Content warnings: Dogfight football, tension/angst, SMUT (in between the dividers, minors DNI) (low-key poorly written because I'm not used to writing smut in third person), Hangman realizes he has feelings, Payback and Fanboy are menaces (affectionate)

v. Slow Ride

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The sight of the sun beginning to rise over the shore was a pleasing one. To a certain extent, that is. Being rushed around base because Mav decided to mix things up wasn't exactly ideal. Arguably one of the most confusing texts that Erica had received was to the group chat at five in the morning, telling everyone to be at the beach by seven. It was such a Maverick text to send, especially because there was no explanation as to why he needed everyone at the beach.

"Today's exercise - dogfight football. Offense and defense at the same time. Pick your teams," Mav said. The team leaders were Rooster and Hangman, and everyone watched the two nearly tear each other apart over who was going to pick people first.

She ended up being on Rooster's team, and the game had been in full swing.

"Come on, Fanboy! You can do better!" She shouted. At that, Fanboy rushed over to her and tackled her to the ground for the ball. As much as Hangman tried to tell himself that it wasn't a big deal, that it was just a game, he couldn't help but walk over and help Erica up. The game continued after she let out a soft, "Thanks,". It ended for the most part when everyone tackled Hondo.

Hangman sat with Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote, watching in the distance as Erica sat with Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob. Nothing got past Coyote, because he chuckled and shook his head when he realized what Hangman was smiling about. They could all hear Erica laughing at something that someone had said.

"You like her. Admit it," Coyote said.

"Who?"

"Don't act stupid. Miami. You make it look like you hate her but things have been different since she told you off in the locker room."

"I don't want to talk about it," Hangman said, with a sigh. He didn't see Payback and Fanboy lock eyes and glance at Erica, who was standing in front of her group.

She was deep in conversation about a movie that she had watched the night before. Bob and Rooster saw Payback and Fanboy running in their direction, but chose not to say anything as Erica was whisked away in Payback's arms. Everyone was watching as he carried her into a deeper part of the ocean. They all came back laughing, but Hangman didn't look too amused.

"Dude, it's so obvious," Coyote said.

Cyclone was feeling nice enough to let them stay at the beach until lunch time. That was when they had to go back to base to fly around. Sure, it was a fun job, but the feeling that Erica felt when she got back was similar to a feeling that a kid would feel on the way back to school after a field trip. She had finished logging her time when Hangman walked over to her. The hangar had been mostly empty, because they were the last ones to fly.

"I need to talk to you," he said.

"Can it wait until we're both showered?"

"I don't think so. I know a place, no one's gonna know."

"That sounds like you're gonna murder me but okay, sure."

Walking around this part of base was a strange thing. She hadn't really been in the back hallways before. Definitely not long enough to remember the twists and turns of the hallways. It felt like an architect had thrown a bunch of random stuff on blueprints and hoped for the best. The hallways were like a maze. She almost ran right into Hangman when he stopped in front of a door to a storage closet and looked down the hallway. It wasn't long before he opened the door and gently grabbed her wrist, pulling her inside with him. He was as quiet as possible when he closed the door, and she was glad for that.

"So... What did you need to talk about?" She asked.

Hangman looked around the room for a few moments before grabbing Erica's hips and holding her against the door. She started to connect the dots at that point, but she waited for something more to happen. They were forehead to forehead when Hangman finally said something.

"I'm gonna do something really stupid."

There wasn't a moment to think before Hangman leaned down and kissed Erica. She was slightly stunned at first, but it wasn't long before things started to get heated. He had been smooth enough to unzip her flight suit without her really noticing. She was quick to unzip Hangman's flight suit and tug it down so that it was loosely hanging around his waist. He soon did the same, and tapped the back of her thighs as a signal for her to jump up.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said. Erica let out a heavy sigh when he started to place kisses up and down her neck. He quickly found her sweet spot, because of course he did. Things started to get more heated as his hands disappeared under her shirt and went over her breasts.

"Fuck it," she whispered. Soon enough, they were both standing in front of each other with their clothes in a pile on the floor. Hangman had her pressed against the wall once again, but she could really feel his hardened length against her core.

"I'll go slow," he said. The comment made her roll her eyes.

"Yeah, okay, whatever."

Moans and grunts were muffled by kisses and love bites. His pace was relentless as he got closer to his climax. Erica scratching up and down his back wasn't really helping, either. They finished together and Hangman gave her a minute before putting her down and grabbing what was hers out of the pile.

"Do I look like I just got fucked?" She asked. Hangman chuckled before saying no and opening the door to peer into the hallway. He sent her out of the room before waiting a few minutes to leave on his own.

"Where were you?" Phoenix asked as Erica walked into their room.

"Uh, the library. Why?"

"You went to the library right after training? Like you didn't shower or anything? Interesting."

Erica hid her face as she grabbed a clean set of clothes out of the closet and headed to the locker room. It was empty now, because mostly everyone showered right after flying. She was applying her deodorant when the door opened and Coyote walked in. They smiled at each other, but she was trying to suppress a giggle when he walked over to his locker.

The rest of the day went on, and it was well past lights out when everyone had been woken by the sound of the fire alarm. Apparently her usual sleep attire wasn't enough, because Payback took his shirt off and shoved it in her hands.

"What's this for?"

"Dude, admirals are coming and you're in a sports bra and shorts!"

"I get hot at night!"

"Oh, I bet you do."

It was a comment that Erica couldn't help but laugh at. As the admirals told them that it was just a drill and that they were cleared to go back to their rooms (and nowhere else), she was at the front of the group.

"Hey, man. Don't do shit like that," Hangman told Payback.

"You're making it way too obvious. Next thing you know, Bradshaw's gonna find out and have you dead. They're like siblings, y'know."

"Wow. Way to go, genius."

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