#Bradley rooster bradshaw x Jake hangman seresin

[military-newsboys]

Ice: Did you spend all our money on THIS? Mav, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside, they need this.

[lulunothulu]

Imagine: this being the picture Jake sends you because he knows you’ve been missing him and that you just wanna see him 🥹

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“I just miss you.”

“Well, Mav took this badass picture of us.”

[sends this picture]

“Jake,” you laugh. “I love it.”

“Good, just a few more days until I see you. Okay?”

“Okay. I love you”

“I love you more.”

[beeeeeta]

Step by Step

[cmhcny]

hangster in 2024? more likely than you’d think

[missmarveledsblog]

All my life with all my heart ( Bradley Bradshaw x reader )

summary :  tale as old as time man loves woman , woman love man both idiots and blindly obvious til one night it all blows up and truth comes out

warnings : none not really  goofy fluff romcom feels , picture again not description of reader just a sort of chapter , story cover i made .

ever since they were kids when he loved her , his six year old self told pete mitchell that he was going to marry her which got a ribbing and laugh out of all the adult . as they got older that love was more friend like ,she was six years his junior  .one stage both hit different milestone drifting apart than later life reunited she was working in san diego as a medic when he came back to top gun reuniting in the fact they were both pissed at her father yet when she stood listening  to the fact the two men in her life were now gone , jake seresin almost begging to go and her world turned upside down and throwing up as hondo held her in his arms after she almost got herself discharged for nearly pulling cyclone apart. 

then when they came back both not expecting her to slap them in the face to the crowds audibly “ oof”  that rang out or nearly hitting the ground when she dived on two hugging them tightly once the anger of giving her a heart attack dissipated  .  things improved with her dad ,   she and bradley became roommates giving he wanted to live off base and she needed one so kinda worked ..sort of .   

once again the love he had shifted  no longer innocent love was held when he would come home to see her cooking dinner for them both , the domestic bliss of it all during the day til  night would come both departing to their own rooms . staring at ceiling wishing she was there , wishing he could wrap his arm and hold her close . that love had always been there just constantly growing and evolving in away . so here he stood gripping the pool cue watching some asshole  trying to flirt with her , trying to put the moves on her . 

“ you know if you break that it’s going to make the teams so hard to play” phoenix whispered. 

“ maybe if ya grew a pair  would help hell if you don’t i might “ hangman called . 

“ don’t know what your both talking about” he grumbled , pouty  forcing himself to turn away . 

 “ course you do chicken , the fact you’ve been drooling over mini Mav since y’all were kids , i mean i don’t blame you she is something else  especially when …” .

“ you wanna shut that mouth before i shut it for you “ he spat , storming head to head , chest to chest with the blonde. 

The ringing of a bell and cheers all over the bar pulling them apart to see her standing proudly ringing the bell as the asshole stood shaking his head. 

“ thanks honey “ she laughed, heading victoriously with the beer in hand handing them out to the dagger squad . “you guys thirsty” she smirked, holding them up  like tickets at the arcade.  Seeing how close the two were standing . “ what you do ?” she sighed looking at hangman. 

“  head why is my fault?” the smug grin on his face that didn’t sell any ounce of  innocence  he was trying to portray in his words. 

“ don’t abuse the bell darling” jake drawled. 

“ cause you rile him up and make that vein pop out on his Pretty head” she handed both men their beer, patting rooster cheek and  instantly the man was melting under her touch, face softening , all anger a sudden distant memory .from tense and tough to a goofy puddle on the barstool  goofy grin on his face . “ now be good boys or it’s overboard for you both “ . 

“  hows that beer tasting bagman “ she quirked her brow . 

“ she got a good point bagman , this does taste mighty good” payback fist bumped her. 

  “ god you need an ego check like your dad?” . 

“ my ego is perfect cowboy i mean not big like texas but i’ll leave that to you “ she patted his cheek .

“ you know you might be only one around here that’s at my level mini mav “ .

“ oh honey passed that level long ago with my eyes closed , was like a walk in the park” she snorted as phoenix high fived her. 

“ hey Bradley,  you’re  here?” a giggle and squeal as she turned to see them titering towards them  and that stupid burn of jealousy  hitting her stomach and her brow furrow . the part of the night she hated when the tag chasers came to stake their  claim and build  that personal collection of theirs . they hung around jake and bradley  giggling and twirling their hair .  god it made her sick  well she didn’t if they pushed their tits in jakes face it was the brunette  she had a problem with .  their stupid dainty hands all over him , feeling her blood boil and her hand clenching the beer bottle.

“ loosen the grip we can’t have our best medic out with injuries now can we “ phoenix smirked. 

 “ ohh rooster your muscle are so big let me feel them blah blah blah i love your stupid mustach like me lick it ohh pretty blah blah “ she mimicked as they snorted . 

“ ask him out then  stop being jealous  jesus you’d swear it was one sided “ bob scoffed  the usually shy WSO  starting to reach his limit with the pining.  just  for her to turn and see a woman leaning up and whispering in the brunettes ear nipping the skin  before she pulled back . 

“ i think i’m going to go home suddenly i don’t feel so good night  “ she stood as they all booed walking off . “ night rooster , bagman don’t catch herpes “ she waved walking out the door giving penny a quick wave. 

He didn’t want her to leave ,  he didn’t want these hand all over him . her hand where the ones he wanted , it was her body he wanted hugging up against him . 

“ OH MY GOD … go after her , she jealous , you love her , she loves you now come on “ bob yelled completely done , so over it all . “OOWW don’t hit me we’re all thinking it even jakes trying to get him to ask her out even if he’s been a dick about it “ he yelped as phoenix pinched him . 

“ rooster come lets get out of here” the woman cooed ignoring his friends . 

“ yeah  i do need to get out  of herebbut not with you “ he stood in a panic trying to grab his things in as quick as possible ignoring the woman trying to stop him , her whining his name . 

“ go i got your tab but you chicken out shit i’m charging you triple “ jake called as bradley nodded rushing out the door.  He didn’t know what he was going to say or do but he did know it was along the line of he was completely in love with her , shit hangman may of said it to goad and taunt him but she had him hooked on her since forever.   This was probably the scariest thing he would ever do , this was gonna be his scariest mission to date. 

“ ugh stupid feeling , stupid roo and his ridiculous mustache and hawaiian shirts “ she muttered pacing wondering why this was her life would of been easier being in love with ice man's son he was ok she guessed although their dads had more chemistry than they did . 

God she was an idiot , she was stressing her out over something that was her fault . Standing toe to toe with any man in the navy , any rank  easy breezy , telling her best friend she known all her life well scared her more than anything on gods green earth .  hell it was easier to chew cyclone out when he wouldn’t send back up for her dad and rooster to point the man was still a little nervous around her.  She was gonna spend her life watching other woman doing what she wished she could do and more ,  one day she was going to be at his wedding  drinking being the crazy aunt to his and lovely little wife kids all cause she is a chicken shit to take a risk but hell it would be better than losing him all together. 

“ what did my shirts and mustache do to you “  the voice called halting her internal berating .

“ why you home “ she cringed how more pitchy it came out than intended . 

“ why you home “ . 

“ i asked you first” she winced how small she sounded . “ jesus get a grip “ she internal groaned. 

“ cause you here” he spoke easily .  it shouldnt have but it snapped something inside her making her pissed at the man before the stupid man that wanted to make her scribble their names in her note book cute little heart. 

“ don’t say that jesus christ you are killing me man , your stupid puppy dog eyes and everything how am i not meant to fall for that shit … or  that combo shouldn’t look good on anyone not even tom sellak pulled it off that good that drives girl in drones towards you in stupid high heels that  no one should be able to walk in those” she paced yelling it was all too much and flowing out she couldn’t stop it even if she tried .  “ now i ruin it all, i’m going to be smiling at your wedding with some bitch … but she not gonna be a bitch but she is and then i’ll get the pity invites for christmas and holidays while I'll be that aunt to your bitchy kids too  ughh why did i have to fall in love with you “ she groaned as he stood trying not to smile what worst was the laugh that broke out as she stood glaring.  “ don’t laugh i’m baring my heart and soul here two things i didn’t know i had til your goodness gracious great balls of fire ass came into my life” . 

“ ok one you’re crazy and an idiot  but i’ve been an idiot too . if i wasn’t so scared to lose you  or push you away by telling you i’m bat shit insanely in love with you since before i knew how to spell the damned word .. that every time you touch me i am liquid and a solid in my spot ..properly too much but fuck am i’m so in love with you all i wanna do is kiss your face and hold you , that only woman i want holding me is you too high heels or not and  your maybe bitchy but shit don’t need to call our future kids bitchy “ he pulled her infront of him , his hand holding her face  , her breathe hitching , like she couldn’t breathe nor believe this was happening til couldn’t help laughing . 

“ i mean they will be bitchy “ they both laughed as she finally spoke . “ you love me too bob was right?” she asked . 

“Did he yell at you too .. but yeah i guess he was so can i kiss you now  or you gonna yell at me some more” he asked  cocky shit eating grin and yet she loved it , she loved him . 

“ sorry i called your mustache and shirts ridiculous … please kiss me before more shit comes out of my mouth “ she laughed . 

Every fear  both  had melted away , being pulled like a magnetic force to each other both realizing how stupid they were not to see it before then when their lips touched it wasn’t strange , usual . it felt right like it was something they should of been doing long time ago .  every second til now seemed like it was wasted time ,  their lips slotted together perfectly like two pieces of a picture perfect puzzle .  never in  life could either of them find it in another like fates seal and made for them alone .  only would help if fate gave the lung more air capacity is why the stopped pulling back felling his had caress her leaning into the tough of the rough skin yet it was softest touch . 

“I can’t believe bob yelled at me” he said making her laugh. 

“ we confessed our love to each other and kissed and that’s the first thing you have to say “ she snorted . 

“ i mean ok bad time but bagman been goading me too jesus he’s never gonna let me live it down he knew the whole time.. But it’s worth it because if i’m ever gonna stand at an alter baby it’s gonna be with you joining me because i love you , i have done all my life with all my heart” he smiled pulling her closer kissing her softly know he had a lot of miss time to catch up on . 

[mlqueen89]

Added to the list! I'm so happy you like it! 🥰 Jake, when choosing his Halloween "costume":

And then proceeds to tell the entire truth the WHOLE TIME. Like, my guy.... it's essentially canon!jake at this point. 🤣 Poor Rooster in the corner like, "why did i think he could be normal."

One | Flyboy 

so cross your thoughtless heart  she's the albatross  she is here to destroy you 

The Albatross by Taylor Swift | TTPD |     

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x f!oc (top gun: maverick) 

rating: 18+ (minors dni) 

w a r n i n gs : smut, mentions of masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, one-night stand, jake being a cocky, self-assured man who leaves no crumbs after he eats. 

word count: 8,997

summary: in affairs of the heart, eleanor rigby has one strict rule: no pilots. Less than 24 hours back in the US, she breaks it. 

A/N: this whole entire fic literally started with the (full) name of eleanor. i also have a radar tech in the family, so that helped a bit. snowball met a steep hill and picked up speed. i've planned for ~10(ish) chapters, but it may be open ended with a few more random scenes/chapters here and there.  

proud to say that this one was beta read by my bestest friend, so you know she was mean to me helpful. 

also! i saw the asks - super excited to dive into those, tysm. ♡♡

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Eleanor Rigby hadn’t wanted to go to the Halloween party, not really.    

The boxes stacked in the spare bedroom of her friend Nicole’s four-bedroom house desperately needed unpacking and the 10-hour time change from Western Turkey to San Diego was kicking her ass. She’d done about as much unpacking as was required to find a suitable outfit for her new job in the morning, folded them carefully and set them out.   

When Nicole had invited her out, Ellie had fallen asleep, mid-unpack of the rest of her belongings, waking only when the bubbly blonde burst into the room and jumped onto the foot of her bed, dressed in all her glory as Barbie.   

“Ellie does San Diego! Let’s goooo.” Nicole tugged at Ellie’s arm as Yanique flicked on the light in the ensuite, reapplying a purple-ish shade of lipstick as Ellie blinked against the sudden light in her dim room, her arm jiggled aggressively by an enthusiastic Nic.   

Bleary-eyed, her voice just a croak, Ellie politely declined, muttering something about starting her new job early the next morning and making a good impression. Nicole eventually relented with a huff and left, a little less than impressed, with their other two roommates, Yan and Sophie, in tow.   

Within 45 minutes, her phone buzzing against the hardtop of the nightstand, the voice messages started flowing in.   

Nicole’s first voice message was short, 12 seconds. Ellie’s thumb jabbed at the play button as she gathered the dishes from her girl dinner of toast and coffee and used her elbow to push down on the paddle door handle, making her way to the shared kitchen.   

Ellieeeeeeee... Eleanor Rigbyyyyyy ....   

There was a dull thud of base in the background somewhere, behind the long, pronounced whine of Nicole’s voice as she sang the beginning of her namesake Beatles song, horribly off-key.   

Ellie, please you have to come out. It’s Halloween, the most magical night of the year! Just make an appearance. An hour, tops. Please?   

Ellie moved through the kitchen, rinsing out her cup and placing it on the drying rack. Her head was in the fridge, scrounging around for an apple in the crisper drawer, when the next three messages came in.   

Please, pretty, pretty, pretty, please with like, a million cherries on top, even though I know you hate cherries.    

Bradley’s not here yet, Yan already left with a weird guy in a Frankenstein costume—do we know what kink that is? That has to be a kink, right? I’m not kink shaming though, I promise. He was just like... weird. Do you think I should get her to drop her location? Like, just in case?   

Soph is requesting Chappell Roan for the like, twentieth time, and I think she’s going to start a fight with the DJ about being an anti-feminist incel if he doesn’t play “HOT TO GO!” again... did you know that she broke up with that witch, wiccan girl from Hinge? HingeWitch? The one that had that study of cheeses in her bio, that blue cheese description—Ellie thought she heard Nicole pause to gag—anyway, I think she thinks she got cursed or something...    

The voice message cut off even though Nicole’s tone suggested that she wasn’t finished talking about Sophie’s ex.   

There was a garbled message in between the last one and the next, one in which Ellie could hear Nicole begging the DJ not to leave and promising to talk to her friend about the excessive requests for Chappell Roan.   

Don’t abandon me in my time of need, El. Desperate need. Like, jumping off of very tall somethings desperacy.   

Ellie smirked. Nicole, her very best friend in the whole wide world, quite possibly the vast universe, was, in fact, very dramatic.   

Quickly, before another voice message could roll in, Ellie hit record on her own before she bit into her apple, wrestling the third box out of a teetering tower of boxes in the corner of her room and hit send.   

Fine. I’ll be there in twenty.   

The response pinged back quickly.   

Ohmygodohmygod, thank you! Remember, the theme is Icons through the Ages!   

Wear something sexy. Iconic sexy. Iconically sexy? But not Hawaiian Barbie. Or whatever Soph is dressed up as. I want to say is either Frida Kahalo or Mama Imelda from Coco. Basically, avoid anything with a Mexican gothic vibe.

Once Ellie had managed to pull her vintage leather aviator jacket from the box, the one she’d mislabeled in her hurry to pack everything up, the rest of her costume came together fairly quickly.   

When she found the venue, a small bar off a main street, she still had around 30 seconds to spare on her twenty-minute promise to Nic.   

Eleanor had always known that Nicole was popular, but the Halloween party, a party which Nicole had demurely announced was just “a small thing” with “a few work friends” was in actuality, not quite a small thing.  

Weaving her way through the crowd, Ellie scanned the room, trying to pick out the hot pink of Nicole’s costume or the flower crown Sophie had carefully woven into her voluminous red hair.   

Squeezing her way through a group of Spanish Conquistadors (notably with less armour and more exposed skin than was historically accurate) Ellie paused short of the small DJ booth in the corner of the bar, her eyes still scanning for Nicole when her eyes fell on him.  

Sandy blonde hair peeked out from under a neon sweatband, shoulders stocky and solid in a sleeveless denim vest over a t-shirt that read, No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problem. The white sneakers, short shorts, and that unmistakable lanky sway to the beat of Footloose pumping through the venue that could only belong to one person.   

It was Ken.  

Specifically, the Ken to Nicole’s Barbie.    

“Bradshaw?” Ellie called, squinting.  

Ken spun around with the beat of the song, a lopsided grin already on his lips as he faced her. “Holy shit, Rigsy?” Swiftly, Bradley Bradshaw was over to her, scooping Ellie off her feet, squeezing her tightly in a bear hug, shaking her frame slightly with a growl, before she groaned and he set her back down, feather light.   

“You didn’t say you were back stateside.”   

“My flight got in last night.” Ellie shrugged, straightening her jacket and adjusting the thin white scarf around her neck, “Just wanted to surprise you, Rooster.”   

“Well, damn it,” Bradley nodded in approval, all dimples and easy charm, “colour me surprised.”  

It was no wonder Nicole had fallen for him, head over Barbie heels. Even Ellie liked him, and that was saying something.   

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw was less pilot and more golden retriever, a good heart wrapped in an all-American charm with an easygoing, dopey grin that made people feel like they’d known him for years. He was the kind of guy who’d lend you his jacket and forget to ask for it back or show up at your door with takeout and Sleepless in Seattle cued up on a streaming service he had to pay an arm and a leg for, because he “just had a feeling.” The Batman who responded to the Emotional Needs and Mercury Retrograde Bat Signal™. The hero the people deserved. Ellie was pretty sure she caught him watching videos of a baby hippo getting into shenanigans at a zoo in China on loop for 14 minutes while Nic tried to pick an episode of Keeping Up With the Kardashians that would really pique his interest and get him invested enough to make it his “new Roman Empire”.  

Ellie remembered the night Nicole and Bradley had met with perfect clarity.   

Nicole had been in the middle of swearing off all men for the foreseeable future, her voice thick with the brand of determination that came with a prosecco-fueled resolution. Ellie had watched as her friend declare a new era of singlehood and Taylor Swift before turning to Sophie, slurring out a request for “gorgeous, single women willing to humor an experimental phase.”   

It wasn’t two minutes later that Nicole lurched forward, losing all her resolve—and her prosecco—in a sudden, graceless bout with the sidewalk.  

As Ellie rubbed her back and tried to get her standing, a group of pilots had come down the street—Bradley Bradshaw among them, flanked by two others they’d later get to know as Phoenix and Bob. Bradley had been the one to stop, eyes quickly scanning the situation, assessing and then moving in with expert precision. He’d peeled off his jacket immediately, holding it out to Nicole as she moaned her embarrassment and weakly gestured at the puddle of what had once been bubbly and appetizers a few feet away.  

“It’s okay,” Bradley had told her, voice soft and reassuring. “If you throw up on this one, I’ll just get another jacket tomorrow.” When she’d protested, he’d grinned, shrugging in that effortless way of his. “Honestly, they just give these jackets to anyone,” he’d joked, as if he hadn’t spent years earning the right to wear it and every single patch stitched on it.  

Nicole had blinked up at him, mascara smudged, his jacket draped over her shoulders, looking at him like he was some knight out of one of the many cheesy rom-coms she loved. And for once, Ellie hadn’t blamed her for it.  

That night, Bradley Bradshaw had seen her best friend at her worst and treated her like she was worth sticking around for.  

And that was Rooster in a nutshell—a steady warmth that lingered long after he was gone, the guy who would do just about anything to make Nicole smile, including, but not limited to, dressing up in the ridiculous costume he was currently wearing.  

Nudging her, Rooster grinned. “So,” he drawled, “does this mean I finally get the best friend stamp of approval?”  

Ellie rolled her eyes, feigning a reluctant sigh, but she couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. She didn’t want to tell him that she’d approved of him long before now. “Don’t let it go to your head, Bradshaw.”  

“Too late,” he laughed, mimicking his head expanding dramatically before throwing an arm around her shoulders. “Already there.”  

Rooster grabbed his drink off the small table bordering the dance floor, draining the glass. “Love the costume, by the way," he sucked his teeth against the burn of the whiskey he’d downed, “I’ve not seen one Amelia Earhart here.” He craned his neck, searching in the dimly lit room.  

“You think the goggles are too much?” Ellie adjusted the strap on her head, pushing a loose strand of hair up underneath the band. “I think they might be cutting off circulation to my brain..."  

“An aviator is only as good as their headgear,” Rooster tapped the top of his head. “You’re just missing your call sign.” 

“Guess you must not be a very good one, then.” Ellie smirked, snapping the neon sweatband on his head with a laugh.  

Rooster levelled her with a narrowed gaze, but there was no heat behind it, “one day someone is going to love that you’re kind of mean.”  

“Sorry, Bradshaw—” Ellie pointed at her ears, shrugging as she stepped back, a smirk on her lips, retreating into the crowd “—I can’t hear you.”  

Rooster flipped her off, in an affectionate way, she assumed. “Sit and circumnavigate, Rigby.” 

With another laugh, Ellie turned and set her sights on the bar, squeezing her way through a grouping of zombies and a Michonne, who stood shoulder to shoulder with a Negan, complete with Lucille, tugging her scarf out of Zombie #1s grasp on the other side. 

The last tug, sharp and forceful, sent her stumbling over the tattered chiffon hem of the La Llorona’s dress at her back.  

Ellie braced for the rough landing as she attempted and failed to steady herself. She felt the fall in her stomach, the way it pitched as gravity pulled her down. She figured it served her right, the swift intervention of karma coming for her after she’d insulted its favourite pilot — Rooster was going to have an absolute field day over this. 

Ellie had been so lost in the idea of bracing for the impact of the ground, hard and sticky, she didn’t notice that she hadn’t fallen until she looked up and saw a lopsided smirk and green eyes, looking down at her. The realization there were hands hooked under her arms, holding her up came quickly after. 

“And here I was thinkin’ that Amelia Earhart had a reputation of staying upright.” The man was all smirk, dimples ghosting his cheeks, as Ellie blinked up at him, processing the situation. 

“Guess I’m overdue for a refresher course on emergency landings.” Ellie cleared her throat, righting herself with his help before she tugged her bomber jacket back into place. 

When she glanced up from her improved angle, Ellie could see just how striking he was—sharp jaw, confident eyes, and a natural swagger that suggested he knew it, suggested he knew women sized him up in more ways than one. 

“What are you drinking, Amelia?” 

“Nothing, yet.” 

“Let’s fix that, shall we?”  

The music pumped anew, the DJ spinning a Thriller remix, as she approached the bar, the presence of the man at her back as she weaved her way through the crowd. She could feel the hover of his hand at her lower back, ready to catch her if she took another tumble. She hadn’t been expecting much from the night—just a few drinks, maybe some small talk with Nic, a short discussion with Sophie on Chappell Roan’s representation of duality in the midwestern identity to prove that she’d come out and spent the appropriate amount of time there. But as she took the beer the bartender slid her way and the man leaned against the bar next to her, she couldn’t help but smile. She definitely hadn’t been expecting this. 

“Let me guess,” Ellie’s eyes scanned his costume then, taking a moment to take stock. Carefully, she scanned the skull patch, dagger in its teeth, VFA-151 stitched in below, the chevrons, patches, carefully piecing the images and small details of his costume together before she replied, eyebrow raised, “you’re a pilot—” she paused to sip her drink, her eyes falling on the patch on his bicep, “—Navy.”  

A grin pulled up the corner of his mouth as he gave her a slow once-over, a scan he didn’t bother to hide, before he leaned casually against the bar beside her. “Hangman,” he said with a smirk, and Ellie’s eyes dipped to the patch on his chest, the golden wings stitched above the call sign. “Best pilot you’ll ever meet.” 

She tilted her head, gaze sliding from his call sign back up to his face. “Best pilot, huh?” She gave him a once-over that was part skepticism, part intrigue. “You Navy guys really know how to sell it.” 

Ellie leaned into the bit hard. Tonight, she was Amelia, and he was Hangman, the name stitched into hundreds, if not thousands, of storebought costumes. If she were Navy, she might have been insulted. 

If he heard the skepticism in her tone, he ignored it and chuckled, not breaking eye contact as he matched her smirk. “Only because it’s true. Besides,” he said, letting his voice drop lower, “don’t have to sell anything when you’ve got it all.”  

Ellie raised an eyebrow, meeting his challenge head-on. “Big words for someone who still hasn’t proven a thing.”  

“Oh, don’t worry, darlin’,” he drawled, leaning in just close enough to lower his voice to a rumble, “I’m very good at proving myself.”  

She laughed softly, a glint in her eyes as she set her drink down. “Okay then, why don’t you start with this—” Ellie leaned in, her finger tapped lightly on the golden wings over his heart, her touch lingering. “Explain why they call you Hangman.”  

She waited, waited to see if he’d squirm, held his gaze and paused for the story that was sure to come. Some feeble attempt at role playing for an unpracticed character, just a call sign with no real bite, no real story.  

He smirked, clearly used to that question but still savoring her attention. “I’ll leave that for you to figure out,” he teased, straightening, “after all, you strike me as a curious type. And I’d hate to ruin the mystery.”  

Ellie chuckled, leaning back as she looked him over. That was his game, wasn’t it? A tennis match, a steady volley and lob. Two could play at that game. “Maybe I’ll get bored before I do.” Ellie added a shrug to punctuate her words for effect.  

“Somehow, I don’t think so.” His voice held a hint of challenge, his gaze lingering, his grin lazy but sharp. He straightened up, hand resting on the bar, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from him.  

“Guess we’ll see,” she murmured, lifting her drink to her lips, her gaze unwavering as she took another sip. She looked away for just a second, but not before she caught his confident grin widening.  

“Believe me,” he said with that maddening confidence of his as he leaned in, so close that his voice was low, the heat of his words warming the shell of her ear, “I’ve got plenty of ways to keep you entertained.”

Ellie had barely unlocked the front door to Nicole’s place when he was on her, his hands on her hips as he pressed her into the wall at the bottom of the stairs. He kissed her like a man starved, his fingers reaching up to tangle in her hair at the base of her neck, anchoring her to him.  

This was the culmination of the barely veiled innuendos, the heavy-handed flirting that had gone on all evening.  

When he’d slipped out of the bar and onto the street with her, Ellie knew what would happen. He knew what would happen. She could tell in the way his eyes raked over her, all want, pupils blown wide. He wanted her and she wasn’t shy to admit, maybe not out loud, but to herself, that she wanted him too.  

“Maybe we should—” Ellie’s breath was uneven, her mouth missing his the moment they broke apart, just long enough for her to tip her head in the direction of the stairs.  

“Yeah—” his reply was equally breathy, his eyes on her lips even as she spoke, his tongue jutting out to whet his lips. A thrill shot through her, one that dipped low and pulsed between her legs.   

She was wet already, she could feel the slickness of herself, the material of her panties weighted with the evidence. In response, in a swift motion, he picked her up and Ellie instinctively spread her legs so that they framed his waist, her ankles locking at his low back. Ellie didn’t need to be told, she gripped him with her thighs, squeezing tight as he chuckled.   

“Good girl,” he smirked against her mouth before he kissed her again, deeply, his tongue pushing inside to taste hers.  

When they reached the top of the stairs, she broke from him only just long enough to give directions to her room in as few words as humanly possible, reaching out to grip the door frame of her room as he carried her down the hall and almost walked past it.  

Shutting the door behind them with his foot, he wasted no time in pressing her up against the wall. His fingers worried the buttons, slipped each from their place, starting from the bottom up as Ellie took her bomber jacket off, tossing it and the goggles to the floor before she joined him in working on the buttons from top down.  

“So many—” his breath came out with an edge of frustration and Ellie gave up on her buttons to tug the zip of his flight suit down to where her hips met his waist.    

“Just rip it,” Ellie huffed out, voice unsteady as his lips dipped to her neck, teeth grazing the spot where her collarbone met the base of her throat. One less thing between his mouth and her skin warranted the sacrifice of a shirt.  

He didn’t waste time, didn’t question and the sudden coolness on her skin and the sound of the buttons hitting the floor, scattered, had her grinning. She liked a man who followed orders. “You owe me a new shirt, Captain.”  

“Lieutenant,” his voice rumbled into her skin, making quick work of her bra next. By the time it hit the floor to join the other articles of clothing, his hands were on her breasts, teasing her nipples, every pinch and pressure, every touch of his lips, every nip of his teeth sending surges of raw pleasure pulsing down.  

Ellie hated the way he ripped the sounds, raw, unabashed, desperate, from her. Hated how she’d folded under his smooth charm — she could have stopped it, could have said good night and left him at her door. Touched herself, alone, in bed, thinking about the way he’d been so eager to prove he was the best, picture how his touch would have felt, how he would have filled her as she coaxed herself over the edge and leave it at that.  

But she hadn’t, she’d wanted him —she’d own that. She wanted him to fuck her stupid. She could feel him, the hard outline of his cock pressing against her as he held her to him. 

“Easy, darlin’,” he chuckled lowly, rough around the edges as she shifted, reaching to touch him over top the Nomex. “We haven’t even started yet….” ��

He was across to her bed in a few easy strides, carefully setting her back so that she sank into the pillows, his hand lingering at her waist as he leaned over her, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. His gaze held hers, steady and unhurried, as he let his fingers trace lightly over the edge of her jaw, his index finger coming to rest under her chin, his thumb smudging her bottom lip.  

As his thumb traced her lip, smudging her lipstick, she caught his hand and pulled his index finger into her mouth, closing her lips around the digit, tongue tracing purposeful patterns as she slowly dragged it out. Her eyes never leaving his as he huffed out a heavy breath, a thrill running through her. 

“You should know that I have a rule, sweetheart.” He murmured, leaning over her so that his arms framed her, so close that his nose brushed hers as he spoke, his voice low, deep, edged by the hard edge of desire. “Ladies first.” 

Her pants were off quickly, leaving her in nothing but a whisp of material separating her from the man who wanted all of her. She heard the jingle of dog tags as he lifted the white shirt that had been under the flight suit over his head and abandoned it. 

Before she could sit up to see him, stripped down to his boxers, he was back on her, lower.  

Softly, he kissed her inner ankle, the next kiss trailing higher, her calf, another on the inside of her knee and the next, on her inner thigh, so close to where she wanted him, she was sure he could feel the heat radiating from her core.  

She was a wreck, a hot, wet wreck and she was barely holding onto the part of her that was ready to beg him to touch her. The part of her that wanted all of him in a way that was driving her mad every moment he wasn’t touching her.  

“What do you want?” His voice was steady, measured as he touched her over her panties, his rough fingers brushing over the dampened spot of the material. The sound that left his lips, a quiet hissing intake of breath, told her he knew what he was doing to her, knew that he had her right where he wanted her.   

In response, Ellie writhed, sensitive to even the smallest brush and despite herself, a small moan left her lips, one she couldn’t have contained even if she had wanted to. What was the question again?  

He moved up from the altar between her legs, nipping a sensitive spot on her side where her ribs ended before he remedied it with a soft kiss, blazing a trail up her body with his mouth. Carefully, holding himself just above her, he bent to tease her nipple with his tongue, whetting the already hard peak, before he closed his lips around one before moving to the other.  

Ellie was barely holding on, her vision edged with haze as he looked up to finally locked eyes with her. If he kept it up at this rate, he wouldn’t even need to fuck her.  

“What do you want?” His voice was steady, measured as he touched her over her panties, his rough fingers brushing over the dampened spot of the material. The sound that left his lips, a quiet hissing intake of breath, told her he knew what he was doing to her, knew that he had her right where he wanted her.    

In response, Ellie writhed, sensitive to even the smallest brush and despite herself, a small moan left her lips, one she couldn’t have contained even if she had wanted to. What was the question again?   

He moved up from the altar between her legs, nipping a sensitive spot on her side where her ribs ended before he remedied it with a soft kiss, blazing a trail up her body with his mouth. Carefully, holding himself just above her, he bent to tease her nipple with his tongue, whetting the already hard peak, before he closed his lips around one before moving to the other.   

Ellie was barely holding on, her vision edged with haze as he looked up to finally lock eyes with her. If he kept it up at this rate, he wouldn’t even need to fuck her.   

“What do you want?” His voice was husky, his body propped up over her as Ellie tried to order her thoughts, process them into coherent words. “You going to tell me or am I going to have to guess?”  

She could feel him against her thigh, hard, ready, the thin material of his boxers the only thing between her and all of him. There was some small satisfaction, a thrill that swept through her and coiled low in her stomach, that there was a part of him he was barely controlling a part of him that wanted to be inside of her now. The wet spot of precum on his underwear ghosted against her bare skin and she swore she could feel him twitch.  

Hangman, she’d asked at the bar, explain why they call you Hangman.   

Mystery solved.  

“I want—” she started, barely a whisper as he kissed the corner of her mouth, kissed her jawline, his fingers slipping under the top waistband of her panties as he continued to nip at the most sensitive spots on her neck.  

“You want…?” He prompted, waiting, even as his hand slipped lower, slow, calculated.   

“I want you to—,” Ellie lifted her head and muffled her moan into his shoulder as his fingers found her slick clit, massaging lazy circles, steady, calm, “Mmm.” Her nails bit into the muscles on his back as her head fell to the pillow, arching into his touch.  

“Guess, it is then.” He murmured, that infuriating smirk in his words as he pulled his hand away from her slick, stopping the steady rhythm she’d just gotten used to. She whined after the loss, but he didn’t give her much time to mourn before he was down between her legs again, his fingers dragging her panties off.  

Swiftly, he pulled her to the bottom of the bed, throwing her legs over his shoulders. Ellie gasped, her hips bucking up into his tongue as he swept it up through her folds. Calmly, as she inched closer to unravelling completely, ascending the slope at dizzying speed, he gripped her hips, controlling her movements as she pressed down against his mouth. 

She could feel the pressure building with every expert movement of his tongue over her, through her. Reaching down, she combed her fingers through his hair, gripped into it and tugged him over, directing him to her need.  

“Oh, god….” Ellie whined, the words just barely words as they dissolved into a moan, her free hand gripping the mess of sheets underneath her.  

“Hangman’s fine, gorgeous.” The response was quick, cocky. The response of a man who knew exactly what he was doing to her and taking his time. 

“Wait,” Ellie’s hips chased after his mouth, a groan on her lips as she threw her arm across her eyes. “Don’t stop—.” He was torturing her now, bringing her just to the edge and then allowing her to come down just enough to bring her back up again. He was fucking good and he knew it. It was going to drive her insane with want. 

“You have to say please, sweetheart,” he murmured, the heat of his breath on her inner thigh almost too much, carefully, he touched her with his thumb, a light pressure as he teased her. Ellie could hear the smirk in his words.  

Words. What were words? Ellie's mind was short-circuiting. Short-circuited, past tense. Already gone. Wires crossed— leads jammed in the wrong place, signals crossed.     

She hadn’t wanted to fall apart under his touch so easily, she'd wanted to seem like she wasn’t desperate for him, but his touch was a warm fire on a cold night.    

“Ple—fuck,” Ellie moaned, her words dragged out, long and torturous as she felt his thick fingers slip inside her, slow and deliberate.     

She didn’t even know his real name, wasn’t even sure if she could manage to say it even if she did. He was undoing her carefully, piece by piece, sensation by sensation, she was malleable under his touch.    

“What was that darlin’?”    

Ellie might have been embarrassed at the squelch of her wetness as his fingers stroked in and out, excruciatingly measured, but she couldn't think about anything. Just the way he filled her while still leaving her wanting more, more, more.    

“Please—” her nerves crackled like livewires as she moaned, her hips moving against his fingers with each stroke, her movements almost involuntary, the wild need in her chasing the high, just out of reach.     

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” his voice was husky, lower now. He gripped her hip, holding her, steadying her rhythm before he added another thick finger, three deep in her now, his thumb moving in circles around her swollen clit.    

“Jesus,” he breathed, taking a moment before his mouth dipped to her hot center, alternating between sucking and the slow caressing tip of his tongue, creating just the right amount of excruciatingly perfect sensation, his fingers stroking and curling inside her. “You're so tight, sweetheart. Might not—” 

He might not fit. She finished his words in her mind, a secondary thought, one that made her mad with want. 

She breathed through the sensations, jolted and writhed as his pumping digits searched for the spot that made her see stars. She felt drunk, high, soaring, just on the edge of release, her muscles aching to reach the peak before she tumbled over, completely undone.    

When she finally broke, her back arching off the mattress, her hips grinding harder into his hand, she moaned into her forearm to muffle the sound. 

That air of self–assured cockiness he carried himself with at the bar, the swagger. It was all well–earned, she was coming to realize. Pun intended. 

“You know what they call a pilot with at least five confirmed air-to-air kills?” His voice was low as he drew his fingers from her, slipping his arm behind her still arched back as he leaned over her, his heavy cock pressing up against her throbbing pussy through his boxers, hard, ready.  

She was hyper aware that she still wanted him, inside her, filling her, spreading her to her limit in a unique mix of pleasure and pain. 

“Hmm—Ace?” Ellie’s mind was still hazy, vignetted around the edges as her heart hammered against her ribs. 

It happened in a moment, a quick change of position, as he lifted and turned, positioning himself under her so she straddled him. Smooth and calculated, precise and fast, an expert maneuver.  

Ellie could feel her bare wetness against him, her hands bracing on his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath her touch. In the dim light of the room, she could see the glint of his dog tags hanging off to the side, a small detail of his costume she wished she might have looked at before, in the bar.  

“Ace.” He smirked up at her before he shifted her hips up and he pulled her down over his face. 

Ellie gripped the steering wheel tightly, the worn pleather creaking under her hands as she leaned forward and angled the rearview mirror sharply so she could get a better look.   

“Fuck,” Ellie hissed, her fingers hovering just over the purple mark on her neck, just above her collarbone. How she hadn’t noticed it in the mirror this morning, she wasn’t quite sure.  

“Seriously? A fucking hickey?” She was already digging around in her purse as she huffed, her fingers blindly searching for the concealer she knew wouldn’t be there because she could see it in her mind’s eye, sitting on the edge of the porcelain countertop in her ensuite bathroom. “Are we fourteen?”  

This was definitely topping her list of things she didn’t need her first day on a new job site, especially not Miramar.  

When Ellie had woken up that morning, the sun barely peeking through the half-shut blinds, she wasn’t surprised that she was alone in bed. There was no note, no forgotten sock, no evidence, save for the dull ache between her legs and a tender, purple love bite on the inside of her right thigh as evidence that last night had even happened.  

That was what one-night stands were though, right? One night.  

Even under the hot stream of water from the shower in the ensuite though, Ellie closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift back, only shaking herself from the thought of him when the alarm from her phone buzzed it right off the counter.   

Groaning, Ellie blew out a noisy breath, abandoning the purse search when she found nothing other than a stray mint.  

Guess today was going to be a hair down kind of day.  

It wasn't the look she normally felt comfortable with on military bases with all the formality of rank and protocol, but she was a civilian contractor, it was unlikely anyone would notice. Hair down was better than the talk that might follow her around if anyone saw the mark on her neck.  

Sighing, Ellie pulled the pins out of the bun she’d spent her morning perfecting and allowed her hair, dark, still damp and wavy from the shower, to fall around her shoulders. Carefully, she pulled the tresses forward, over the rouged mark on her skin, peeking just out from under the collar of her white blouse.  

It wasn’t the best, but it would have to do in a pinch. She made a quick mental note to head off base on break to stop at a CVS to grab some concealer before she twisted the rearview mirror back into place.  

Tony Cudmore, the Crew Staffing Supervisor she had been coordinating with solely through email before now, was already waiting for her just outside the gates, his eyes on his wristwatch as Ellie approached. “Rigby, glad to have you on board. Heard we snagged you from your work on base in Turkey.”  

“Yeah, well. When Uncle Sam comes knocking, right?” Ellie snagged a tress of her hair as it lifted from her shoulder in the wind, carefully patting it back into place.  

“Don’t I know it,” Tony chuckled, his white, push broom straight moustache blustering as he waved at the officer stationed in the booth by the gate before he scanned his security pass. “How’s your old man?”  

“Ah, you know the type, Tony.” 

Ellie had perfected the art of sidestepping questions about her dad and Tony didn’t push further, seemingly content with the non-answer. 

As they reached the security clearance office, Tony slid a few documents under the glass and Ellie stepped up in front of a camera, the flash going off quickly before she had a chance to adjust.  

Whoever thought DMV photos were bad had clearly never had their photo taken by a Naval Officer a few months away from retirement.  

“Given name?” The man behind the glass murmured, so low that Ellie had to strain and lean toward the hole at the bottom of the glass to hear him.  

“Eleanor.” 

“We have a lot of work here that could really benefit from your expertise. The boys are flying Super Hornets nowadays, so the tech is good, but the improvements from your research could really give ‛em the edge.” Tony continued at her side, distractedly flipping through emails on his phone as he waited, “Now of course, those Super Hornets are far and away from the Tomcats your dad would have been flying in his heyday here, let me tell you….”  

“Surname?”  

“Neven - but you can just put Rigby.” It was Ellie’s turn to murmur now, edging closer to the slot in the glass, her voice just loud enough to be heard over Tony’s absent chatter behind her.  

The Security Officer paused, fanning out Ellie’s passport and glancing up at her for a moment, eyebrow raised before he punched something into the computer. She offered him a tight smile a beat too late.  

When the man slid her the newly printed security pass, Ellie’s eyes scanned for any sign of the hickey and was thankful that, though her hair looked like a bird's nest and her eyes were half-closed in mid-blink, at least the hickey wasn’t memorialized in her security pass.  

As they stepped out of the security office, Tony untucked a manila folio from under his arm and passed it to Ellie as they walked. “I’ll take you around. Give you your bearings. You’ll be working with the tower crew lots. Some good people up there.”  

They were out of the outbuilding now, Ellie’s heels clicking across the tarmac, past the line of F18s lined up on the hardtop and gleaming in the early morning California sun.  

“The ground crew might ask for some help with the planes, so you’ll be in the hangars. I’ll take you for a quick flyby,” Tony chuckled to himself, pleased with the pun, “we’ll pick up the tour after since the meeting with Admiral Simpson and Rear Admiral Stark is at 0900 sharp and those suits don’t mess around.”   

Tony’s strides were long, and it took Ellie a moment to jog after him, catching up just in time for him to open the door for her.    

“If you’re not five minutes early—” Ellie started, half playing into the old Navy saying she had grown up hearing as she slipped into the hangar.  

The nostalgic scent of jet fuel and oil hit Ellie hard in the closed space — it didn’t seem to matter how long she did this, how long she worked around planes and crews, in different countries, different airfields, this part never changed. Part of that was comforting in an odd way. It felt like home to her. 

Tony snapped his fingers in response, the sound of agreement. Tony opened his mouth to speak when a loud peel of laughter echoed in the closed space. Tony glanced at his watch, confused for a moment before his face turned toward Ellie, excited. “Oh, well, will you look at that, lucky you, we’ve got some of our Flyboys here. Must have some free time before drills.”    

Ellie followed a few steps behind Tony as he rounded the front of a line of Super Hornets, a spring in his step. As they approached, she took in the group of aviators in their flight suits from a distance, casually talking and laughing — and then her stomach twisted, her gait faltering for a moment. 

There, leaning against one of the jets, was the last person she expected to see again, let alone here: Hangman.

He looked almost exactly as he had last night, though somehow the daylight amplified everything about him— his height, the confident set of his shoulders. He turned, mid-laugh and Ellie watched as his eyes caught on her, like he recognized her for a fraction of a second before the look was gone just as quickly. 

Hangman’s easy smile shifted when he saw her, an eyebrow shooting up, surprise flashing across his face before his expression settled into something like amusement.

The last time she’d seen that look, she’d been over top of him, hovering, before he pulled her down over his mouth greedily, his tongue painting pictures over her most sensitive nerve endings as she moaned. She was pretty sure she’d broken one of her fingernails as she gripped the headboard, biting into her bottom lip so hard she could taste blood, his other hand reaching up to cup her breast roughly.  

Yet here he was now, in the light of day, truly in his element, looking like he belonged here as much as the jets around him. 

Ellie felt her heart kick up a notch, a reaction she’d hoped she’d managed to stow away. She forced herself to play it cool, lifting her chin slightly as they neared the group. She didn’t have a choice – there was no running from this. The consequences of her own actions coming back around to haunt her. 

“Hangman, Payback, Harvard,” Tony greeted, nodding to him and the other pilots. “Good to see you guys. Just giving our new radar tech a tour.” 

Ellie felt her pulse quicken as his gaze slid back to her. He wasn’t going to say anything, right? They were strangers here, well, coworkers now. She wasn’t Amelia Earhart, and he wasn’t the pilot from the party, except, he very clearly was and Ellie had miscalculated, mis-stepped. A TOPGUN pilot no less. 

As she held his gaze, she could see the recognition flickering behind his eyes. He knew exactly who she was, but his mask didn’t slip, not for a second. 

“This is—”  

“Rigby. Eleanor.” Ellie interrupted Tony sharply. The introduction as herself, not as Amelia, would be on her own terms. At least she could control that. Here, at Miramar, she was Eleanor Rigby. 

“Welcome to the team, Rigby,” he said smoothly, holding out a hand as if they hadn’t already met in the most intimate of ways. The way he said her name sounded off, like he was testing it out in the context of their previous… encounter. 

Ellie held her breath, pausing only a moment before she forced herself to shake his hand. “Thanks,” she replied coolly, her voice even, though she was silently praying for the ground to swallow her whole. She refused to let him get the upper hand. Not here, not in front of people she had to work with.  

His grip was firm, his eyes amused. Ellie caught the brief flicker of his gaze to her neck, his eyes resting where Ellie knew she’d tried to hide the hickey, admiring his work, likely.    

Tony chuckled, oblivious to the tension. “Lieutenant Seresin’s one of the best we’ve got. You’ll probably end up working on his bird now and then.”  

Ellie forced a smile, though she could feel the bottom of her stomach drop out and she cleared her throat in an attempt to press down the nervous, incredulous laugh that threatened to escape her. Technically, she’d worked on it last night, right?   

“Looking forward to it,” she said instead, even though the last thing she wanted was to be anywhere near him right now.  

He released her hand, stepping back into the group of pilots. “Catch you around, Rigby” he said casually, before turning back to his crew, who began to stalk off, out of the large open hangar doors, not looking back.  

“Anyway, you’ll be working here between—” Tony continued, oblivious. 

Ellie let out a breath as Tony waved at her to follow him, continuing the tour. She kept her eyes forward, focusing on Tony’s voice, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of Hangman’s eyes on her or the memory of last night still lingering between them. This complicated things. This really complicated things. 

At least he’d set a standard: he didn’t know her and Ellie was only happy to play along with that pretense. She didn’t know him either. At least, that’s the story she was sticking to. 

The fluorescent lights in the conference room felt harsher than usual, and Ellie shifted uncomfortably as Admiral Simpson and Rear Admiral Ingrid Stark watched her closely, their expressions unreadable.  

Standing before two of the Navy’s highest-ranking officers, Ellie tried to steady her breath, tried to ignore the slow trickle of panic coursing through her. The same panic that churned the small bit of breakfast she’d managed to eat while maneuvering in and out of San Diego traffic all the way to North Island.  

All she had to do was focus, recenter her mind on the presentation. The presentation that culminated the last three years of her career, it was important, she knew – it had been the sole focus of her work in Turkey and yet, here she was, hiding that stupid hickey and thinking about the man who made it. Thinking about how he looked at her in the hangar not but twenty minutes ago, a glance exchanged that held a shared secret between them as he took her hand and treated her like a stranger. Cool, calm, collected, all charm.  

It was the same easy charisma she’d leaned into just last night, at the Halloween party, blissfully unaware of who he really was. Except now she knew he’d been telling the truth the whole damn time and she’d just called his bluff wrong. And now, now with all those thoughts running through her mind at Mach 2, she was standing here, in front of the highest-ranking personnel on base, expected to deliver a groundbreaking presentation on her research, trying to ignore the lingering flush of that unexpected run-in this morning.  

Ellie cleared her throat, tightening her grip on her tablet as she began walking the Admirals through her research. Running through her practiced script, she carefully outlined her new detection algorithm—a project that had garnered their attention in the first place, the same work that had pulled her back here, to Miramar.   

Truthfully, if they’d asked any probing questions, Ellie would have to confess that the technology was in its earliest stages but had the potential to counteract enemy jamming of GPS signals. In theory (because that was the key word theory), the algorithm she’d developed, on paper, had the potential to become an un-jammable navigation system.  

Ellie clicked through to the next slide, “The reason this algorithm has the potential to give our pilots the advantage is because the enemy would have -”  

You have to say please, sweetheart. 

The memory from last night, his words a steady command, sent a pulse through her, from her chest, down into her core, where it settled, hot and pulsing. 

Ellie’s voice caught in her throat, and she coughed, before holding up her index finger and pouring herself a glass of water from the pitcher at the head of the table. Quietly she sipped the water, her eyes landing outside the window at the tarmac as ground crew guided an F18 out of the hangar. She waited for a beat, measuring her sips as she calmed down. 

Get your shit together, Rigby. She coached herself, draining the last of the water as she caught Admiral Simpson checking his watch from the corner of her eye. You are not going to screw this up because you had sex last night.    

Incredible sex.     

The best sex you've had in the last two years... possibly in your entire life.    

Top tier sex... with your new co-worker. Who just so happens to fall into the off-limits category. 

If she could have shaken her head without it seeming strange, she would have, but she suspected she was getting into foot tapping territory. With Admirals, time was money. 

“I’m sorry, as I was saying—” Ellie straightened her blazer, setting the glass down and resuming her presentation, determined.      

When she finished, Admiral Simpson leaned back, giving her a thoughtful once-over as he drummed his fingers on the folder containing her research on the table in front of him. “Well, Ms. Neven,” he said, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “The best of the best. That’s what they told me about you. I suppose that must run in the family.”  

The weight of the comment hit her immediately, and her mind reeled again. This time for an entirely different reason. She hadn’t anticipated Rick’s reputation coming up so soon—or at all.  

She managed a quick nod, hoping it looked confident. “Thank you, sir,” she said, barely keeping her voice steady.  

Simpson’s smile deepened. “When we saw you were one of the top minds in the field, it was a no-brainer to bring you in for this project. Your research is intriguing.” His gaze softened slightly, just enough to give her a glimpse of the man behind the rank and she wondered if, for half a second, it had anything to do with the fact that he had a daughter her age. “You’re going to do great things here. Your dad’ll be proud, no doubt.”  

Ellie nodded again, murmuring her thanks, feeling an odd pressure bubbling under the surface. Truthfully, she had expected some bluster about her family, some comments about her father and his Radar Intercept Officer being wingmen for the late Fleet Commander Tom “Iceman” Kazansky. She hadn’t expected it this soon. 

“Admiral Stark and I will take a look over your documentation and see how best to get the testing started. I trust you’ll let us know if you need anything in the meantime?” Admiral Simpson stood then, and an Officer stationed outside the boardroom opened the door from the outside.  

The meeting adjourned, and as everyone began to filter out, Ellie felt herself unraveling by the second, anxiety pushing its way to the forefront. She wanted to scream or laugh, possibly both. Instead, she was rooted in place, unable to decide whether to escape to the nearest empty room or brace herself against the wall and breathe. If she didn’t leave this room for the rest of the day, what were the chances she’d run into him again? Probably slim. 

This was her first day here. The first day and she was thinking about how she’d been laid bare and fucked out of her mind by a man she’d never thought she’d see again, much less work with. All in the middle of one of the most important presentations of her entire life, in front of the people who could make that research into something tangible, a finished product, a cornerstone of new technology in aviation, a reality.   

The lights in the boardroom automatically flicked off and Ellie sighed, gathering up the last of her things before exiting the room. She could hide in the women’s bathroom, right? 

“Ms. Neven.” RADM Stark’s voice approaching from the hallway behind her startled Ellie. As she turned, Ellie watched as Stark appraised her with a mix of curiosity and approval. “Impressive work. It’s good to have some estrogen in the room for once.” Her lips curled into a slight smirk, and Ellie let out the measured breath she’d been holding.  

“Thank you, ma’am. I’m—excited to work here,” Ellie's voice was a little steadier now, a bit of genuine enthusiasm breaking through her nerves as she reminded herself why she was here in the first place. Her work. Her career. Her tech.  

Stark raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Don’t get too excited,” she said, producing a small stick of concealer from a crisp tan pant pocket. She held Ellie’s gaze, a message or a warning behind her cool eyes, Ellie couldn’t be sure, as the ranked Officer handed the makeup to Ellie. “I think we might be the same shade.”   

Ellie’s heart stuttered as the realization hit her, broad-sided. Her hand shot to her neck before she could think, the heat in her cheeks flaring brighter than before as she accepted the concealer, mumbling a mortified thank-you.  

Stark gave her a knowing smile, a curt little nod as she tapped the side of her nose, before walking away, her stride as calm and confident as when she’d approached.    

Ellie waited until the RADM was clear from sight before making a beeline for the bathroom, practically stumbling into the mirror over the sink. She tilted her head to confirm what she already knew was there: a very visible, very damning mark on her neck. The scarlet letter.   

Great.    

She didn’t waste a second applying RADM Stark’s concealer, muttering under her breath as she blended it carefully with the tips of her fingers, dabbing. “One day at Miramar, Ellie. One day.”    

As she swiped on the secondary layer of concealer for good measure, she felt the rush of everything hit her again. The tension of the presentation, the equal parts pride and pressure from the Admiral’s praise, and him—Lieutenant Seresin, Hangman, with his easy, cocky grin and the piercing eyes that, despite everything, she could still feel on her.  

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🔥 ⚽ 🐓 Doctor Mother Goose Bradshaw & Doctor Rooster Bradshaw AU 🐓⚽️🔥

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AU in which Nick Bradshaw never went the RIO road, instead he became a Navy doctor and his first ever patient was one fighter pilot Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

Friendship at first sight. When Mav ended up at the hospital because of his shenanigans, he got lectured by Dr. Mother Goose every. single. time.

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At some point, the good doctor got to listen to a loopy Mav's impassioned speeches about a blonde ice cube.

He met said blonde pilot who once came to visit Mav with flowers.

Well, he was pushed into Mav's room, rather rudely, by his giant of a RIO.

"Huh. Blonde Ice Cube, I presume?"

"It's Mister Iceman to you doctor!"

"Oh. And you are?"

"Free for a coffee right now. I think it best to leave these two alone."

Thia is how Doctor Mother Goose met Hulking Guy. Instant meet-cute.

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Many years later, his son Bradley became a doctor. Chief Dr Bradshaw loved to dump his idiot best friend into Dr Bradshaw's care.

"What did you do AGAIN, Mav?!".

Then Mav tried to justify himself but it's hard to resist Baby Goose's sad brown eyes. So, he always tried to be on his best behaviour. Only for his favourite godson though.

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Of course one of Mav's precious Daggers had to be hospitalised because of a training accident.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin thought for a moment the accident was way more serious 'cause wasn't he seeing double?

"Wow. Are there two Dr. Mc Steamy & Dreamy Moustache? Wow. Lucky me. Coyote. Do you see that?! Wow. Do you do house visits in case I have a problem later? Yes or Yes?"

"OMG. Don't flirt with my father!"

"But you don't mind my flirting with you, I hope?"

"Nope. He doesn't mind. And he's single."

"OMG. DAD. Don't pimp me?!"

"Ah. You do your best Navy fighter pilot a great service. Much appreciated Older Dr Sexy."

"Uh-huh. I'm out of here. You got it, son?"

"Ooooooh. Dad and son? Nice."

"Oh my god."

"Jake's fine for you, Sugar."

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UPDATED!

[Art Commission drawn by the very talented @enthyrea 💖]

[roo-mantic]

*Maverick and Rooster working on the mustang*

Maverick: So what's goin' on with you and Seresin?

Rooster, blushing: What? Nothing.

Maverick: Y'all don't seem to be fighting much lately.

Rooster: Yeah, well Jake saved our asses, figured we could take a break.

Maverick, knowing: Jake, huh?

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Top Gun: Maverick Masterlist

Content Guide

❤️‍🔥 - Smut

☁️ - Fluff

💢 - Angst

🍬 - Sweet

📚 - Multi-Chapter

‼️ - Trigger Warnings

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

SERIES:

Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car) ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 Last Updated : 02/14/2024

You Play Stupid Games, You Win Stupid Prizes (I’m Not a Game You Want to Lose) ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 COMPLETED Last Updated: 02/13/2024

Sweet Home Alabama ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 COMPLETED Last Updated : 02/17/2024

Once in a Blue Moon ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 🍬 📚 Last Updated : 01/23/2024

ONESHOTS:

I Can Be a Better Boyfriend Than Him ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 🍬

Photo Finish ❤️‍🔥 ☁️

Lens Flare ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢

Kissing Somewhere Other than Lips (A Photo Finish Oneshot)❤️‍🔥 ☁️

And In The Middle of My Chaos There Was You ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 ‼️

Red Lips, Green Eyes, You’re Mine ❤️‍🔥 ☁️

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

SERIES:

You Are My Soulmate ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 Last Updated : 07/30/2024

Dance Like We’re Making Love ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 COMPLETED Last Updated : 11/21/2023

ONESHOTS:

Daddy’s Little Princess ☁️ 🍬

Please Talk To Me. I need to know you’re alright ☁️ 💢 🍬

Straight on ‘Til Morning ☁️ 💢 🍬

Bookmark my Heart ☁️ 🍬

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

ONESHOTS:

There's Nothing I Wouldn't Do: A Former Gunpowder & Lead Extra ☁️ 💢 🍬

Wake Me Up Before You Go Go ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬

Robert 'B.O.B' Floyd

ONESHOTS:

Back to You 💢

Sex on the Beach (What a Treat) ❤️‍🔥 🍬

Sickles, Snowflakes, & Sharks ☁️ 🍬

The Cute One With the Glasses ☁️ 🍬

Javy 'Coyote' Machado

ONESHOTS:

'Tis the Damn Season ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 🍬 💢 

A Hazy Shade of Winter ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 🍬

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

ONESHOTS:

Firebird ☁️ 💢 🍬

Nothing Comes Close to the Golden Coast ☁️ 🍬

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

ONESHOTS:

Don’t You Forget About Me Part 1, Part 2 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 COMPLETED Last Updated: 10/03/2023

[military-newsboys]

Ice: Your favorite cake can't be birthday cake. That's like saying your favorite cereal is breakfast cereal. Mav: I love breakfast cereal.

[flowers4ciggy]

This is exactly how this scene went

HELP

[festivetopgun2024]

Feel It Still? by wordsonamission (@wordsonamission)

for icezansky (@icezansky)

Ship: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Rating: E

Word Count: 10,422

Summary: 

Jake arrives at the Hard Deck before the events of TGM ready to prove his worth as one of the best aviators in the Navy. But then a blast from the past, his ex Bradley Bradshaw, walks through the door and Jake is forced to deal with all of the hurt and resentment that has been simmering for two years. The weirdest thing is happening, though - the other aviators seem to think that they're still dating. At first, Jake tries to deny it, but no one believes him and eventually it's too much hassle to fight the accusations. But he's still rightfully angry at Bradley for how their relationship ended, even if he won't deny that he still has feelings for him. Does Jake even want to take another shot at romance with Bradley?

[See previous Fake Dating Fic.]

[Top Gun 🌞Secret 🎅Fake Dating Fic Exchange Collection]

[gennyanydots]

I Wanna Feel Good Tonight

Sequel to “I’m just now feelin feisty”

Masterlist

18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s my girl too!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bradley nodded, “I do and it was.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded.

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

“Yes daddy. I understand,” you said.

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

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

“Color, princess?” Jake then asked you.

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

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

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

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

Bradley shook his head and whined.

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

You nodded and followed Jake’s instructions.

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

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

Bradley took a deep breath, “K.”

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled. Yeah, you like this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe a little.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jake nodded as he gripped Bradley’s hair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deal,” you said with a giggle.

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

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

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

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

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

I've been listening to some country music and I stumbled across this song.

And what can I say? Can't stop thinking about Bradley riding his cowboy.

[missmarveledsblog]

Hand on heart ( Jake Seresin x Singlemom!Reader) part 4

summary : this is not like him to show up at a woman's door like this but jake been discovering that he is doing a lot of new things only for another thing that tells him to stay away arises . mav is hating keeping something so big from peach and the girls go out and suddenly jake doing another new thing by crashing girls night .

warning : fluffy , goofy , a little sprinkle of angst but not much like blink and you miss it (like peach is missing belle )

previous part

It was strange , coming home to an empty and oh so quiet house . it was strange going out on her own to a bar but her new friends done a great job to cheer her up even if she left and was home by 10 pm with the promise to stay longer following night . Showered and cleaning to fill the void  not really knowing what to do with herself . Hearing a knock on the door she fully expect it to be nat since the female aviator asked her couple time was she okay when she was saying goodbye to the group, what she didn’t expect was jake seresin to be standing at her door with pizza and beers in his hand . More so since last time she saw him that night he was currently wrapped up with a girl at the bar when she called goodbye to him and penny before she left . 

“Thought you would be in some woman  sheets by now “ she teased . 

“ well i rather annoy you instead blueberry “ he chuckled making his way into her home and down into the kitchen , before returning with the pizza and two beers. 

“ sure scrabble make yourself at home “ she rolled her eyes taking the beer from his hands as well as the remote .  “ i’ll pick the movie “ she smirked . 

This wasn’t like him , not  even in the realms of possibilities that jake would find himself turning down chance of sex to hang out with a friend . Even if the friend  was a beautiful young southern woman that could cook meal that made him  feel like he was home or keep him  up with his teasing  but hey stranger things has happened right ? . like he was now friend with rooster that was something that once seemed impossible . what was more crazy was how easy it was for him , not a single thought or hesitation crossed his mind to leave and come here , ignoring his friends looks when he grabbed his thing or the woman calling him as he walked out of the hard deck . the nervous feeling he had as he walked to her door . this was all new to the blonde , even scary in a way but sitting and seeing her at his side made it all worth  it . he could get used to this , but not in the way he suddenly wanted . the new feelings bubbling inside of him so fast and sudden he wasn’t even able to pinpoint when it happened or maybe he could just wouldn’t admit it to himself . “it’s just a new face” he told himself  trying to convince himself thats what it was and it would pass soon . 

The morning when woke rolling over like a reflex checking the monitor only to remember her stupid caring brother and sister in law had her sweet yet crazy baby  . like clockwork that same knocking pattern she was starting to recognise as she yawned , stretch padding down the hall opening the door to jake seresin once more coffee in his hand as she was rubbing sleep from her eyes .

“ morning watermelon “ he called following her to the kitchen . 

“ morning boggle “ she took the coffee throwing the birds nest that was her hair into a bun . “ no food does that mean i get to make us something “ she asked excitedly. 

“ or you can get changed and i can we can get food  and carpool  it  to work “ he suggested knowing if he had more of that food he was a goner . 

“ or i can make us breakfast and we can carpool it to the base “ she counter already pulling everything out so she was more so telling him what was happening . “ wait i wanna ring my brother first wanna say hi to belle?” she asked holding her phone. 

“ course  i do what kind of questions that “ he  rolled his eyes he wasn’t lying either it felt strange walking  not hearing the little feet coming down the hall a similar birds nest in of bed head.  She sat close to him on the island propping her phone up by the coffee he brought as they watched it ring  as her brothers face finally popped up on the screen and suddenly jake was wishing he said no. 

“ hey was waiting for this ca… hangman? “ benny eyes looked straight at jake . 

“ hey shit king that you”  he laughed nervously. 

“ y’all know each other “ she looked between the man and phone . 

“ we were at the academy together … why you in my baby sisters place” he quirk a brown . 

“ he’s one of my new friends and coworkers i was telling you about … wheres my child benny “ 

“ hey missy moo mama is looking for you .. hangman we gotta catch up when i come up there” 

“ yeah you can shhh … hey baby girl hope your giving benny boo hard time “ she cooed as the toddler started grabbing the phone babbling back . 

“ mama , jake “ she laughed looking to her uncle. 

“ so thats the jake … whose roo?” he asked rooster. 

“ bradshaw” jake rolled his eyes . 

“ do you know all the dagger squad” her head tilted.

“ yesh squad “ belle cheered clapping as they laughed and copied . 

“ i guess miss belle answered that “ she snorted as he brother nodded in agreement.  “ shit checkers you could of told me” she turned to jake . 

“ i didn’t know did i grapefruit “ he shot back . 

“These fruits of your are getting rounder and bigger trying tell me something “ she teased .

“ am i missing something” her brother  called. 

“ he calls me every fruit but peach and i call him every game but hangman “ she explained . 

“ your friends ?” he arched his brow. 

“ yup and carpool buddies this morning , how was belle last night ?” she asked changing the subject and jake couldn’t be more thankful cause of course this would get worse for him to find out his best buddy from the academy was her brother. Maybe he could just take  off during test flight and keep going no looking back . he smiled and answered question both belle and benny shot his way off til she wave and blew kisses . happier and more awake singing along with the radio as she made them both breakfast .  “maybe going awol isn’t so bad” internally groaned .wondering how and why this decided to happen to him . 

The drive wasn’t really too bad  he found himself actually interested in her talking , in the stories she had to tell  like he wanted to know about people he’s never heard or  how she manage to break both her leg and arm one summer when she was 12 .  how her singing along to the radio wasn’t as irritating as when rooster did it . maybe this was his version of midlife crisis  total opposite to other men but he’s never been like other men , maybe his midlife crisis was getting his shit together . in hindsight it was about time to do that he wasn’t getting any younger that was for sure  .  he was 38 fast approaching 40 and he was still doing the same thing he was since in his twenties . now  here he was laughing at her dancing and singing as they pulled  into the parking lot just in  like everyone else even javy was  quirking a brow as she wave to the group ,  quickly changing their tune to great the happy peach . 

“ so you and hangman … carpooled “ rooster asked looking between them . 

“ yeah … why you saying it like that even my brother said it like that when he saw jake also  how come you shits never told me you knew my brother “ she looked around the group .

“ benny “ king”  l/n “ jake spoke up . 

“ oh shit how hell did we not connect those dots “  

“  is it true he got his call sign for a being smart ass “ she asked. 

“ you mean when he complain during about a deployment about how uncomfortable everything was , commanding officer asked if he thought he was king of england  your brother reply was well if get more padding in these chair than i can be  so callsign king was born “ javy cracked up  explaining as the others laughed. 

“ he told my grandmama that it was cause he sang stand by me so well  we got real story out of him because  he maybe good in something but singing aint one of em “ she shook her head. 

“ jesus this world isn’t so big after all “ rooster laughed as they headed in   she gave big wave to mav and cyclone passing . 

“ you gonna tell her?” mav asked watching her laugh and smile not care in the world totally oblivious to the news. 

“ i will at some point why are you up my ass about this you barely know her” beau scoff getting told to do right thing by pete mitchell of all people . 

“ can follow code and conduct  with stick up your ass but when it comes to the real world you back out … shit we both know why you should do it so stop deflecting “ . 

“ i tell her she leaves and she never forgives me “ he sighed . 

“ or she give you a chance  because even if  barely know her i know she not the type to up and leave when things go sideways , she went through shit and came out other side strong and determined but we both know longer your prolong it  well your only going to make this so much worse , she deserves to know your her father shit don’t you think peach deserves the truth ” mav finally said .

“ i’ll tell her , but we still don’t know if she is “ beau finally said . 

“ i think you do and your just afraid to admit that to yourself “ Mav said as he headed off into the hanger .

Hating it , hating how he had to see that cheer filled face and knowing what he knew was his own personal torture , universe still not done putting the underdog through the ringer . new to the team  or not he was going to make sure he was there for her .  

“ why do you keep looking at me like that “ she laughed full of cheer and sunshine like always and one day that was going to dim  was a day he was dreading . 

“ like what … you know i hear that phrase a lot and no one ever explains what this look is “ .

“Well before you got a trouble maker but hey i ain’t judging my grandma told me  i got the same look but you look at me like those shelter dog commercial i’m fully expect like does in the arms of an angel play in your head or something “ she snorted .

“ nah i guess i just admire you kid got shit end of stick and keep pushing it so no i’m not looking at you all sad and if i am i think it’s cause see little of myself in you the trouble maker with the world not really on your side sometimes “ he smiled. 

“ well look at me the way you did before you found out i came from broken home  captain “ she rolled her eyes patting his shoulder as he laughed. 

“ make it habit of bossing people around huh ?” 

“  oh i apparently came out the womb doing it why i won’t join the navy i’d be too damn good “ she cackled rest laughed along. 

“ peach my dear never change ?” 

“ ain’t planning on it sir “ 

“ promise ?” he tip his head to the side . 

“ promise captain “ she held up her pinky as he chuckle wrapping his in hers .

“ my brother is coming monday could  i bring him here , he’s hoping to move down this way guess texas aint same without me pestering him “ she smiled. 

“ course we will give him the five star tour” he ruffled her hair  . 

“ hey Mav when you finished trying to adopt another parentless adult could we get started please” rooster called teasing  tone to his words . 

“ roosters got competition “ phoenix yelled as they all cheered. 

“ i thought hang man is rooster competition ?“ fanboy asked . 

“ He wishes “ both men scoffed . 

“ well i guess time to get to work “ .

She felt a little silly but nat did say they would be going to some club the hard deck was just a pitstop of sorts .  tight  black dress with knee high boots and leather black jacket was always a win still she felt a little over dressed as she walked in the door didn’t help when penny let out a loud wolf whistle pulling more attention to her . walking through alot of “ hi “ and hungry eyes on her frame. She didn’t get why girl around hair pretty while her free and wild  . swallowing the nervous lump she called out  “ hey i play winner” to her usually group only for  them to turn and do a double take  at one point javy even dropped the pool cue . 

“ holy shit wow” rooster cursed as she got closer . 

“ what i got something on my face “ she asked head tilting . 

“ no you look so good you broke them “ nat stood wearing the same amount of clothes she was which was making her not so out of place. 

“ yeah shit if you want another kid let me know” rooster stood forward. 

“ i’m good but thanks … i think “ she grimaced  while nat slap some sense into her friend.

“ well hello darling whatever this one trying to sell i wouldn’t buy but if  your looking for prime …. Lemon ?” jake words cut short as she turned raising her brow. 

“ please tell me that isn’t how you get women in your bed “ her head fell back as she broke out into laughter . 

“ why you dress like that?” 

“ cause me and nat are having girls night which involves dancing at a club “ 

“ but we hang here” his brows furrow . 

“ well lucky you ain’t a girl huh tic tac toe “ she took a seat as bob came back with first of many free drinks she was about to receive that night sure fuck it girls just wanna have fun .