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appocalipse · 5 months ago

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no pilots allowed • bradley bradshaw

Rooster and his teammates are frequent patrons at your aunt's bar, the Hard Deck, while they're training for a dangerous mission. When he asks you out on a date, the two of you jokingly agree to keep it friendly, never cross certain lines…but Rooster has other ideas.

"Do you ever sleep?"

You don't look up from the glass you're polishing, but your mouth twitches into a faint smile...the same way it always does when he shows up at the Hard Deck this early.

"We're not open for, like, another few hours," you tell Rooster, as if he doesn't know that already. You can hear him approaching the bar from behind, his footsteps heavy on the hardwood floor, making his way through the quiet, mostly-empty room.

You're not supposed to let people in before hours, technically. Especially not good-looking naval aviators who will inevitably distract you a little more than you'd like to admit, but...

"Then what are you doing here?" he asks.

You look up at him. He's taken off his aviators, his dark eyes watching you rather intently. His posture is casual, his tall frame leaning against the counter.

You set down the glass you've been polishing and reach for another one, returning your attention to your task. "Someone has to make sure everything's ready before we open."

He gives you a slow, easy smile. "Mind if I help?"

"Help?"

"Yeah." He looks around the bar as if trying to figure out where to start. "What do you need me to do?"

"Aren't you tired from training?"

"I'm fine," he says, not convincing you in the slightest. "Seriously. What do you need?"

You set down the glass. A small part of you can't resist the chance to keep him around longer.

"I'll feel bad if I make you work," it sounds like you're reasoning with yourself.

Rooster grins. "Then don't make me work. It's my idea."

"My aunt will kill me if she catches you in here, especially if you're working."

"She won't know."

Well...there are some heavy crates that need to be brought in from the storage room, bottles of alcohol that need to be placed on the shelves, tables that need to be wiped down...

The heavy ones. Oh, the heavy ones are tempting.

"You're a menace," you tell him, though it comes out sounding more like a compliment than an insult. It's hard to offend him anyway, you've found; he seems to take everything you say in stride, regardless of whether you mean it or not.

He smiles at you, unfazed. "Is that a yes?"

"What are you doing here so early anyway? You and your team don't usually show up until well after dark."

"Do I need a reason?"

"It's early. You can't be that bored already."

"Maybe I just wanted to see you."

Boy, is he good.

Not falling for it is a challenge every time. You wonder if Rooster knows that, if he gets a kick out of it the way Hangman does when he flirts with every pretty girl who crosses his path. The difference is, Hangman's flirting is playful, an intentional provocation that you can take as a compliment or blow off with a laugh.

Rooster's flirting is different. It's always delivered in that same deep, mellow voice of his, a warm baritone that reminds you of dark whiskey on a cold night, and he has a way of saying things that makes you think he might actually mean them.

"...you don't have to sweet-talk me," you tell him. "I already let you in."

He grins at you. "Who says I'm sweet-talking?"

You turn back to your task of polishing glasses so he won't see the smile you can't contain. That's it, you think. New rule: no more letting him in early. He's too distracting.

"Am I being kicked out?" Rooster asks, amused.

"Yes."

"Really?"

You try not to laugh. "No. But you really don't have to help."

He straightens up from the bar and stretches his arms, yawning. "Where's Penny? Did she leave you here to do all this by yourself?"

"Visiting her mother with Amelia. She'll be back later. I offered to cover while she's gone," maybe out of boredom or some desperation for human contact, but it sounded like a good idea at the time, you just didn't realize it would involve so much work. "The other waitresses will be here, um, soon, I guess, once it gets closer to opening time."

You don't want to admit you're a little intimidated by the responsibility. You've only been working at the Hard Deck for a few months now, having moved here from halfway across the country, and most of that time has been spent behind the bar or taking orders on your notepad, doing the tasks Penny asked you to do, and nothing more. Now that she's away for a few days, you're starting to feel a little overwhelmed with the amount of work that needs to be done.

"You look tired," Rooster observes.

"Thanks."

"I mean it in a good way."

"It doesn't sound good."

"You always look nice," he clarifies, to your mild embarrassment and surprise. "I just mean you seem like you could use some help."

You don't meet his gaze because, no, you're not going to be distracted by those brown eyes again, it's bad enough already. "I...okay. The delivery truck is supposed to arrive soon, so...there are a lot of crates that need to be brought inside. And some in the storage room that I need to bring here to the bar. Some of them are really heavy. I'm not even sure how Penny brings them in by herself."

"Let me take care of that for you."

Let me take care of that for you, says he, like it's no big deal.

"There are some boxes of liquor that need to be taken out of the storage room and brought in here, too," you continue, despite your better judgment, still watching him out of the corner of your eye.

He gives you another slow smile. "Okay. Where is this storage room?"

"There's a door behind the bar. To the right. I'll help you carry them."

"You don't have to."

"I'll show you where they are. And it's gonna be easier if there are two of us."

He looks at you with a knowing smile. "Is that why you want to come along? So you can make sure I don't get distracted and break anything?"

"Exactly."

"I think you're just making excuses to spend time with me."

Does he really have to keep looking at you like that?

"Rooster," you say, as firmly as you can manage.

"Yes?" It doesn't seem to bother him that you're trying to scold him. In fact, you think he's enjoying it.

You walk backwards behind the bar to lead him toward the storage room, pausing when you reach the door. You let out a sigh. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

"Really?" He grins at you, putting his hands in his pockets. "I thought I was being very nice."

"Is that what you call it?"

"Yeah."

"Crates," you say, gesturing to the storage room and changing the subject before he can talk his way into any more compliments. "In there, by the wall. The smaller boxes on the shelves are for the bar. We'll bring them in after we move the big crates. The ones with the heavy bottles inside."

Rooster pauses. "'We'?"

"I can't let you carry all of those by yourself. They're heavy."

"That's cute. But I can handle it."

"No. Not by yourself."

He gives you a confident grin. "Watch me."

The moment he disappears into the storage room, you start to regret saying anything at all. You're not entirely sure what possessed you to let him help you with this; he must have gotten to your head. There are plenty of things you could be doing right now while he's out of sight, and yet...you decide to stand there in the doorway, watching him take inventory of the room, squinting in the dim light and trying to decide where to start.

It's not like you can just leave him to it. It would be too embarrassing if he hurt himself and you did nothing. The best way to keep an eye on him is to stay close by.

Right?

Rooster lets out a groan as he heaves one of the large crates up off the floor. "You weren't kidding," he mutters. "These are heavy."

"Let me—"

"I've got it."

He doesn't let you help him. He lifts the crate off the ground with another grunt, and you're distracted for a moment by the sight of his muscular arms flexing under the strain, the tight white t-shirt he's wearing pulled even tighter across his chest, the—

"Y/N?"

"Hm?" You look up quickly. "What?"

He grins at you. "Want to open the door for me?"

Fuck, you think, not for the first time that day, stepping out of the way to let him through.

You grab a smaller crate for yourself. It's not as heavy as the one Rooster is carrying, but you still strain a little under the weight of it, and Rooster still gives you a disapproving look when he notices.

"I told you," he says, slightly out of breath from his own effort, "you don't have to help."

"It's literally my job to help," you mutter. "Actually, it's my job to carry them all myself, so—"

"I got it."

"Yeah, but I can—"

"You can relax," he tells you, letting out a small groan as he heaves the crate up a little higher. "And go back to what you were doing."

It would be easier to protest if he didn't make it look so effortless. He carries the crate out of the storage room and sets it on the floor near the bar with a thud, barely breaking a sweat.

Your fingers dig into the rough edges of your own crate, which seems ten times heavier all of a sudden. You set it down next to his, more carefully than he did, glancing over at him to see if he noticed.

He looks down at the crate you just set on the floor, then over at you with barely concealed amusement. "Not bad," he says. "You could handle that all by yourself?"

"Shut up."

"No, really." He's not trying to hide his smile anymore. "Impressive."

The laugh you let out is entirely involuntary, equal parts embarrassed and amused. "Okay, fine, I get it," you say. "You're strong. You go get the rest of them while I finish wiping down the tables."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you."

"Any time."

It's fine, you tell yourself as he heads back into the storage room. Rooster being in here won't distract you. It's fine. Everything is fine.

The delivery truck arrives shortly after Rooster has brought in the last of the crates to the bar, so you spend the next hour opening the boxes and sorting the bottles, filling the shelves behind the bar with whiskey and rum and vodka, gin and tequila and other liquors...and totally not stealing glances at Rooster as he carries the crates from the truck into the storage room.

You've found a rhythm by the time he returns from the truck for the final time, wiping your hands on your apron as you watch him approach the bar.

"I think that's all of them," he says, letting out a groan as he stretches his arms above his head.

The nerve, you think, resisting the urge to stare. The absolute nerve.

"Thank you."

He lowers his arms. "I never said it was for free."

"What?"

Rooster leans forward and props his elbows on the bar, the same cocky grin from earlier playing at his lips. "There's a price for my help."

"A price?" you ask, still polishing the same glass you've been working on since he arrived. "And what's that?"

"...a drink."

Well, that's easy.

"A drink? You want me to pay you a drink?"

"Ah, no, no," he says with a laugh, waving his hand like the idea is ridiculous. "I want you to let me buy you a drink."

Oh.

"Oh."

"And something to eat, too," he adds, and by the time you recover from the initial shock of what he's suggesting, he's already standing up straight again. "What time do you get off work?"

"No."

"No?" He looks at you in surprise.

"I can't," but you're only barely resisting.

"You can."

"Rooster."

He frowns. "What?"

"I..." Why is this so hard? "I can't go out with you. It's—I can't."

"Why not?"

You feel tempted. Boy, are you tempted. You're smiling even as you shake your head, trying to focus on polishing the glass in your hands. "Because I actually...like you."

Rooster pauses, his smile returning. "You can't go out with me because you like me?"

"This heart," you tap your fingers on your chest, smiling still, "is off limits, okay? No pilots allowed."

The tables are clean and the bar is stocked and organized, but you need to do something else, anything else, if only to avoid Rooster's gaze. You slip the cloth you've been using into your apron pocket and look around for another task. There must be something you missed. Anything.

Tables, yeah. You can wipe down the tables again.

"Okay," he says slowly, clearly not convinced, "so let me get this straight: You like me, therefore you're not allowed to go out with me?"

You nod. "Exactly."

"Are you kidding?"

You take the cloth out of your apron pocket again and glance around the bar, searching for any traces of dust on the tables or chairs that might need to be wiped down.

"Y/N?"

You've already gone over the tables once...

Rooster steps closer. "You know that makes no sense, right?"

You're not distracted by the sight of his hand sliding onto the countertop next to you. You're not distracted by the sudden proximity of him as he leans in closer. It's fine, it's not a problem, you can deal with this.

"So...you're saying you do want to go out with me," he says, sounding far too pleased with himself, "but you won't?"

He's so close. He smells good, like pine and leather. You glance over at him, realizing how little space there is between you now, and quickly look away.

"That's—I don't..."

"Because you like me."

"Shut up."

His gaze drops to your mouth. "Make me."

You swallow. Hard.

It takes a monumental amount of willpower to step away from him, to resist the temptation to touch him or get closer, but you manage. Barely. You make yourself focus on the task you've found for yourself, pretending that Rooster isn't standing behind you watching as you wipe down the tables a second time.

"I think we should go out," he says again, obviously not taking your silence for the no it's supposed to be. "There's a place downtown that I think you'd like."

You chuckle, which probably doesn't help matters, but...it's really hard to say no to him.

"Would I?"

He must have sensed weakness because he follows you around the bar as you continue your pointless cleaning. "Today is one of the last days we have off," he tells you. "Maverick has us in the air all day tomorrow, and most of the day after that. If we don't go out tonight, who knows when we'll have another chance...or how long it'll be before I see you again."

"Rooster..."

"Come on," he says, more gently this time. "One drink. Or maybe dinner. Nothing too fancy. I promise."

You pause and glance over at him. He really doesn't know when to quit. "But it's not a date."

"No. Totally not."

You don't like how much it sounds like he's laughing at you.

"Really?"

"Not even close," he says, like he's serious. "It's a totally not date between two friends."

He follows you, like a puppy, around the bar, until you pause again, thinking it over for what feels like the millionth time in the last few minutes. One drink, he said.

Not a date.

...just two friends hanging out.

No feelings involved.

You sigh, letting the cloth in your hand drop to the table, giving in to the inevitable. "Fine," you say, turning around to face him. "But it's not a date."

"No."

"Or a first date."

"Right."

"And it's just one drink."

"I swear."

"And we can't—we can't..." You can't help but notice the way he's looking at you, his brown eyes full of mischief, a hint of that playful smile on his lips again, and you're suddenly worried he might get the wrong idea about this whole thing. "No...you know."

His eyes linger on your mouth again before meeting your gaze with a sly smile. "No...what?"

"You know."

"I really don't."

"It's not a date."

He chuckles softly at your obvious distress, clearly enjoying this. "Okay, it's not a date."

"Exactly. So don't do anything you'd do if it was a date."

He steps closer, grinning, the space between you evaporating again. "And what is it," he asks in that deep voice of his, a low rumble that resonates somewhere in the pit of your stomach, "that you think I would do on a date?"

The table behind you feels like it's digging into your back.

"No kissing."

"Got it," he says, resting one hand on the table behind you, "no kissing."

"Or any other...date stuff."

"Like what?"

"Like..." You glance at his mouth.

Rooster smiles. "You want to make a list?"

You duck under his arm before he can do something that will get you in trouble. "I'll meet you after work," you tell him over your shoulder as you walk back toward the bar, desperate for some space before you lose your resolve altogether. "Just...stop talking. You're distracting me."

He turns and watches you, amused. "Okay. Pick you up at seven?"

You wonder if it's too late to back out of this, or if he's going to show up here at seven with that stupid smile of his and his ridiculous mustache and ruin everything anyway.

"You don't have to pick me up," you mutter, wiping your hands on your apron one more time, unable to hide your smile. "It's not a date, remember?"

"Whatever you say, sweetheart."

Oh, he's impossible.

"It's not a date!"

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punishereditz · 1 year ago

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Best Interest

Pairing: Tyler Owens x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Fighting. Blood. Small injuries. Swearing. Smut. Unprotected sex. Oral (f receiving). Praise kink. Creampie. Overestimation.

AN: May be my best smut story yet.

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: After getting into a fight, Tyler takes care of you in more than one way.

The hotel parking lot was full of Storm Chasers. His team, yours, and another group of Chasers he didn't know. Tyler's eyes followed your march. A line growing between his eyebrows. What were you doing? Before he had time to wonder, you hurled a book at a guy's head. "You fucking asshole!" Tyler was frozen in place. In complete shock as he watched you lunge yourself at the man.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?!" You shouted in a fit of rage as you shoved him against a truck with all your strength. "Would someone get this loser off of me?" His team started pulling you off of him.

"You stole my story! You took it as your own and published it you son of bitch!"

"What are you talking about?"

"The book! The goddamn book that I wrote! You stole it, Ray!"

"Oh! That." He chuckled and your blood went cold. Your knuckles turning to a ghost shade of white, you had your fist clenched so tightly.

"I didn't steal it. You threw it away. I just published." He spoke in arrogance and with a shrug.

"That's not the point, the point is that you published it, with your name and absolutely no credit to me or permission! You're taking all the points when you know damn well you didn't write one word!"

"If I didn't dig the story up, then it wouldn't be a #1 best seller."

"You bastard. You betrayed me!" Your voice cracked and you lunged yourself at him again. Your friend quickly rushing over. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you away. "Enough! Enough! Stop! It's not worth it!" Your friend tried to get through to you. Taking a few steps away from him. Your fist clenched by your sides. As Tyler watched the chaos, he started piecing everything together. His eyes on you as you started to walk away.

"That's right. Walk away, just like you always do. You gave up on it just like you've given up on everything else."

Your body reacted before you mind did. Before you even realized it, you were shoving your knee between his legs, falling to the ground with him, straddling his lap as your fist met his jaw. Then again. And again. Over and over until your hand ached and he spit up blood. The sound of his pain and the sight of his blood giving a sense of satisfaction. You hated how your rage took over you in this moment, but you couldn't stop it. All you saw was red. Your adrenaline high. Your mind so full of wrath that as your group of friends started pulling you off of him, you were still trying to punch him.

It wasn't until Ray stood on wobbly legs that you finally took a deep breath. Taking a moment to watch the blood pour from his nose and mouth. You took a few steps back, but still with a small amount of fury in you... you gave him your best right hook. Falling to the ground and blinking his eyes, trying to not pass out. Now that you finally felt satisfied, you sighed and walked away. Going up to your hotel room.

His team all standing around him. Trying to make sure he was okay. Your friends all frustrated at the hell that just broke loss. But they deiced to leave it alone for tonight. They knew that would be best, but Tyler thought differently. He was feeling a swarm of emotions, he felt your rage, he felt impressed and shocked by your actions. But he was mostly feeling concern because when you walked to your room, walking by him, he noticed your bloody knuckles. He knew some of the blood wasn't yours, but he noticed that your knuckles were cut up and your hands were severely shaking. It was none of his business. He knew that. He knows that the two aren't always on good terms. Always in a competition of who is the better chaser.

But he forgot about all of that right now. All those problems between the two of you, he shoved to the back of his mind, and he walked to your hotel room. Knocking on your door before he allowed his mind to think about it too much. His eyes immediately going to your hands when you opened the door.

"Hey there Rocky." You rolled your eyes at his cocky smirk, and you went to close the door, but he put his hand up and stopped you from closing it.

"Let me see your hand."

"Are you always this forward?"

"Only when something has my interest."

"I'm interesting?"

"Interesting is an understatement." He chuckled. A small smile growing on your lips. "Now that's a sight." Tyler's eyes fell down to your lips. The air between the two of you suddenly growing thicker.

He cleared his throat. "Let me take a look at it." Before you could give him an answer, he was grabbing your wrist, closing the door and sitting you down on the bed.

"Hey!" He simply chuckled and smiled at your complaining. He got down on one knee in front of you. Taking your hands in his and you tried to ignore the heat growing in your cheeks.

"It's fine. I was just cleaning them up."

"Hmm. Sure sweetheart." He started to closely check your knuckles. Gently rubbing his thumb over them. Your hand twitching and your body tensing. He quickly moved his thumb away and looked up at you to make sure you were okay.

"Since when does the tornado wrangler worry about anything else other than tornados?"

"Since there's blood involved." He had a teasing smile, but it faded when he noticed your embarrassment.

"You really did a number on the guy." He said after a long moment of tense silence.

"So... you saw all that?"

"Oh yeah."

"Well, that's not embarrassing at all." Your cheeks burned a brighter red and you wanted to hide.

"Nah. Impressive actually. Remind me to not piss you off." He tried to reassure you and put you at ease with jokes.

You didn't say anything to his joke and instead looked into his eyes. The realization started to settle in. He was checking on. He was being unbelievably gentle with you. Why was he doing this? Your mind spiraled and Tyler noticed.

His gentle hold on your hands tightening just a little. "Other than being sore for the next few days, you're okay." He let go of you and he rose to his feet. Returning in front of you with gauze. He knelt down. Taking your hands and starting to gently wrap them.

As he did, the realization started to hit him. He realized the position he was in. That he was down on his knees in front of you. The smell of your sweet perfume suddenly overwhelming him. He would be lying if he said he hasn't thought about this before. On his knees for you. That was when a mischievous smile crept to his lips. What if I just... "All set." A crease settled between your eyebrows when you saw the look he was giving you. "What is it?"

"Nothing..." He said with a shrug and his voice suddenly got lower. Your breath catching in your throat when you felt his hand start to gently move up your leg. The motions of his hand slowing when he got to your thigh. Taking his time to feel you as he slowly brought his hand back down. Stopping at your knee. He gently pushed your leg. Spreading your legs wider. You couldn't stop the gasp of surprise that left your lips.

"So gorgeous..." He mumbled. His hands running along your thighs. Your cheeks burning so hot you feel like you could start sweating. "Do you know that? How gorgeous you are?" You weren't able to get the words he wanted to hear out. So, you just shook your head. His crooked grin growing wider. He moved his hands away, slowly taking off his coat. His eyes never leaving yours.

"Guess I'll just have to show you." His hands went to the button of your jeans. "Lay back and lift your hips sweetheart." His voice was a low growl of lust in your ear. Sending shivers down your spine. You slowly leaned back and lifted your hips. "Good girl." He pulled down your jeans alongside with your underwear. He moved your legs over his arms and pushed them up until your legs were draped over his shoulders and his hands were gripping your hips. He gently kissed your thighs. Making your body shudder. His lips moving over your other thigh. A smirk on his lips when you a moan escaped you when he licked a line up your folds.

His lips gently wrapping around your clit. Kissing it before he lightly sucked it. Causing your eyes to be sent to the back of your head and your hands gripping into the sheets. Your knuckles aching in pain but the pleasure between your legs overpowered the pain you had because of your grip on the bed. Your hands were the last thing on your mind. Slowly forgetting about what all has happened. Forgetting about the whole reason he ended up on his knees for you. All you could think about was why he was on his knees now and how his tongue rolled on your clit.

Your breath got heavier, and your moans started to get louder. Your legs trying to close around him. But his grip on you kept you in place. Your body still but your head spinning as his tongue started to move faster. One of his hands leaving your hip and circling your entrance. Slowly pushing his long finger into you. Curling his finger up and reaching places that you could never reach on your own. Your body shaking, you moaned out his name.

"I'm... I'm close-" You spoke weakly through moans, and he continued exactly what he was doing. Matching the speed of his finger with the speed of tongue. His finger deep in you and his mouth sucking your clit, you gripped his hair. Keeping his head in place as your climax hit you. Your moans stopping and your breathing slowing. Your hands slumping at your sides. He sucked his fingers clean, and he looked at you with a cocky smile. Feeling his eyes on you, you opened your eyes and looked at him. Raising up, you looked down into his eyes. His hands rest on the sides of your thighs, and you got closer. Your face mere inches away from his. You laced your fingers through his hair, then suddenly leaned down and kissed him. He moaned into your mouth. His cock straining in his jeans. His hand creeping up your body until he gripped your hair. Deepening the kiss. A sweet gentle kiss quickly turned into desperation.

The more the need grew the more heated the kiss got. The tighter the two of you gripped at each other's hair. Your hands moving down and pulling away from the kiss. Grabbing his shirt with a quickness you didn't even know you had. Pulling his white t-shirt over his head as fast as you could. His lips clashing with yours once more. A heat of desperate want and need. He rose to his feet, pulling you up with him. Never once breaking the kiss. Even when you started to unbutton his jeans and pull them down. His cock springing free. The two of you were like animals. Crawling at each other. Ripping each other's clothes off. His pants. Your shirt and bra. Being torn off of each other in a matter of seconds and being discarded to the floor.

The two of you spun and Tyler sat down at the edge of the bed. Pulling you down on top of him. Straddling his lap, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. His hand moving down between the two of your bodies and guiding his cock into your entrance. Gently pushing it in. His fingers gently digging into your hip. Biting his lips to mask his groan as best as he could. A soft gasp leaving your lips as you started to slowly move yourself down. Starting to take all of his long, thick cock. Stretching your pussy so perfectly. You kissed him as you started to roll your hips up and down.

The kiss quickly turning into all tongue and teeth. Kissing with the same desire that has been burning through the both of you. Wild animals set free. Animals that have been held back and hidden away from their needs. Unleashed to hunt. To hunt for that fire that they need in this cold world. Finding the heat that they need. Finding the heat in each other. In the kiss. In your bodies pressed together. The pleasure growing heavier as you broke the kiss. Throwing your head back with your eyes clenched shut as you were overwhelmed with the best pleasure you've ever felt. Tyler's hands digging into your hips as groans escaped his gritted teeth. Gasping, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt the best pleasure he's ever felt.

Your heart rates spiking and your breathing getting harder to control. The adrenaline of this better than any adrenaline you two have felt chasing a storm. No. This, this was the greatest thing he could ever chase. You. He held onto your waist, and he kissed you as deeply as he could as he felt his climax start to get closer and closer to him. His cock twitching and throbbing. Your walls clenching around him. It was too much for the both of you. He groaned loudly as he came. Your moans as loud as his as you came with him. Your knees weak and your hips slowing to a stop.

You both took a moment to try and control your breathing. Coming down from the high. Tyler left a soft kiss on your forehead, your nose, your cheek, then on your lips. He took a moment to soak in your beauty. Your naked body on top of him. Your forehead glistening with sweat. Your soft gaze. He knew in this moment that you were more beautiful than any tornado and definitely worth chasing than any tornado.

"What are you thinking?" Your gentle voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat. "Nothing." He said with a shrug and a big smile. Gently lifting you off of him. Cum dripping out of you. He laid you down on the bed. Leaning over to give you a kiss. Then he entered the bathroom. Returning with a warm bath cloth. He carefully cleaned you up. Then himself. Changing the sheets. He crawled into bed. Your head laid on his chest and his strong arms wrapped around you.

"I'll see 'ya in the eye of the storm sweetheart."

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butterflybuckethat · 1 month ago

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Operation: Seduction

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Reader (8k words) - Jake is your older brother's best friend. So when he lets you live with him to get out of your childhood home, you're dying for him to see you as more than the 'kid sister.'

Warnings: This actually ended up being kind of filthy! mdni!

Note: Somehow, this took me three weeks to write. I think I'm happy with it but it took a few rounds of edits so who even knows. I hope you like it <3

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You and Jake had been living together, in relative domestic bliss, for nearly eight months when you decided that you needed to bring him to his knees.

When you moved in, you hadn’t seen him since his flight school graduation. Your older brother Aaron insisted you all go to support Jake, not that your parents put up much of a fight–growing up, he’d been at your place more than he’d been at his own. He was relatively the same, if not broader, tanner, and more sure of himself if that was at all possible.

You had always had a familiar relationship and fell back into that pattern relatively quickly when you moved in, desperate to leave Texas. It may have been possible that you had the teeniest crush on Jake when you were teenagers (what sixteen year old, wouldn’t? Handsome, kind, athletic Jake who ate your waffles and bought you ice cream to make up for it.) So, one evening, when you were wrestling for the remote–he wanted to watch the taped Cowboys game, and you wanted literally anything else–you casually said, “What if I flash you? Then can we watch Love Island?”

It was a joke, mostly. And it had become a secret pastime of yours to try to make the cocky aviator blush. So far, you had only succeeded once: when he threw you over his shoulder when you tried to walk into the second Sephora that day. But you were wearing a mini dress and you shrieked that you weren’t wearing anything underneath. He dropped you so fast, his cheeks a bright red that only subsided after minutes of your cackling and a peek at your bike shorts.

He was laying on the couch and you were on top of him, teasing him with your fingers around the hem of your shirt. You were expecting him to roll his eyes or push you off like he had hundreds of times before, so it surprised you when he scoffed out a “Please.”

You sat up in his lap, arms crossed, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know.” Jake brought his large hands up to your hips to steady you but you slapped them away.

“Yes, you do.”

“I don’t know,” he repeated slightly exasperated. “In my mind you still have headgear.”

“I never had headgear.” You frowned and got off his lap, no longer interested in being in his proximity. He was messing with you. Intellectually, you knew he was messing with you but you couldn’t stop yourself from reacting.

“Didn’t you?” That evil glint that you knew so well resurfaced in his green eyes.

“No!”

“But you get my point.” He only spread out further, taking up the space you were once in.

You were standing, sleep shorts scrunched in your fists. This was so ridiculous but you were angry, angrier than you had ever been at Jake’s jabs. And his amusement only made it worse. “Just fucking say it,” you spat.

“Say what?” he asked, folding his arms behind his head.

“Say it, Jake.”

He heaved a sigh, like this conversation was an inconvenience. “I don’t find you attractive.”

And you decided, right then, that you would break him.

–

“So, what’s the plan again?” Natasha asked. The two of you and Bob were sitting at her dining room table surrounded by Chinese takeout. You were closest to them of the rest of the Dagger Squad and when you asked to convene an emergency meeting, Nat immediately offered her place.

“To make him beg for me,” you said simply. They were well aware of your borderline antagonistic relationship with Jake and had given up on trying to understand it a while back. She even said that it “explained a lot about him.”

It hadn’t always been this way. In school, when your brother and Jake were thick as thieves, before Aaron got himself a wife, baby, and medical degree, Jake was nearly reverent of you and your family. He would help with dishes and offer to go grocery shopping, and even dropped you off at soccer practice a few times. But as the two of you got closer through your regular correspondence during his deployment and his time staying at your house when he was on leave, the relationship became more…playful. It didn’t really matter that no one else understood it, because you and he did.

“No, I got that part,” Natasha said. “ I just don’t understand how we get there.”

“Be sexy,” Bob said with this awkward grimace on his face. “I assume.” It took you a little longer to get close to Bob but after weeks of snapping back at Jake for him, you eventually wore him down. He was the one that was able to get you a job with one of the civilian contractors on base.

You were honestly so grateful for, really, the entire Dagger Squad who had taken you in as one of their own when you had spent so long feeling trapped and alone at your parents’ place.

“He already said he didn’t find you attractive,” Nat said. “Which is crazy by the way.”

“Thank you,” you said, mouth full of egg roll.

“So what are you going to do? Single White Female all his exes?”

Your eyes blew wide. “Natasha, you’re a fucking genius!”

“I’m on it,” Bob said, already starting his research and ignoring Nat violently shaking her head.

Jake had had very few actual girlfriends, maybe five altogether but that’s all you needed.

Candace

Candace was Jake’s most recent girlfriend and the only woman to make it onto his instagram grid (besides you). You had only interacted with her once in the first week you lived with him until she unceremoniously disappeared from his life, but the picture was still up. She was in a strappy red bikini sitting on Jake’s lap. Bob found the exact one online and you were now wearing it underneath your clothes for the team beach day. It was flattering, if a little annoying to put on—it’s structural integrity completely dependent on a series of bows you tied that morning.

“You still mad at me, baby?” Jake smirked, dropping himself into the beach chair next to yours. He was still panting from touch football, his golden abs glistening with salt water and sweat but you weren’t paying any mind to that.

“Of course, baby.” You batted your eyelashes. “Why would I be mad?”

“Maybe because I–”

“Just hold that thought,” you interrupted him, turning your whole attention to Javy who wanted someone to go into the water with him. You readily agreed and stood, casually angling your body to face Jake and took off your shirt. You worked slowly and turned away to give him the most advantageous view of you shimmying out of your shorts. If you weren’t so set on revenge, you might have felt embarrassed but when you looked at him, in all your bikinied glory, you absolutely relished in his eyes scanning your body.

“What were you saying, Jakey?” you asked as innocently as possible and left him a stuttering mess.

You stood in the surf, wanting to remain as elegant as possible to emulate Candace and avoid a drowned rat look. Javy, bless him, eased in also, talking animatedly about the John Wick movies that you admitted you had never seen. “We should do a movie night,” he said resolutely. He peeked behind him at the rest of the group, but did a quick double take. “Incoming,” he warned.

You barely had enough time to turn around when Jake hauled you in a fireman carry, bringing you deeper into the ocean.

“Jake!” you wailed. “What the hell? Put me down!”

“And swim alone?” he asked but it came out breathless, as he tried to keep you contained despite your squirming.

“You’re an adult, aren’t you? Maybe act like one.” You were panicking a bit. It had taken you an hour to get your hair into the perfect breezy but sexy updo and the water would totally ruin it.

“You first,” he said and dropped you.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, hanging out with your friends and drinking spiked seltzers. That is until you left completely dehydrated and with the most awkward sunburn of your life.

You hissed as Jake helped you out of his truck, your tender skin sticking to the leather seats.

“I know.” He frowned, leading you into your shared apartment. “I think I have aloe in one of these drawers.” He immediately began rummaging, first in the junk drawer and then in the bathroom cabinets. You followed him, carefully removing Jake’s oversized shirt that he leant you.

“I think I just need a cold shower.”

“Just let me do this first.” He spoke softly, squeezing a glob of gel on his fingers and delicately rubbed it on you. “Isn’t this usually why you wear a rashguard?”

“I just wanted to try something different.” You held the bikini top to your chest, letting him pop the knots at your shoulders so he could gain better access. The fabric gave immediately, falling limp at your fingers.

“Is it because of what I said?” he asked. You were facing away from him now and couldn’t see his expression. But his cool fingers across your back felt heavenly and you couldn't help but close your eyes.

“No.”

“Why is it so important to you?” Jake spoke barely above a whisper.

You whipped your head around to look at him now and flinched from the pain of it. Your eyes narrowed, “It’s not.”

“Does baby have a crush on me?” You saw challenge in his eyes and if anyone was going to rise to it, it would be you.

“And if I did?” Your tone was firm, not giving away a single thing. You squared your shoulders and tightened your jaw, portraying confidence despite being half naked and bright red.

Jake’s eyebrows raised. He took your face in his hand and inspected it. Your breath caught at his close proximity. After what felt to you like a minute but was probably no more than a few seconds, he released you. “Stop fucking with me,” he mumbled, smirk firmly in place.

Athena

According to Bob, Jake and Athena dated for two months and the only reason they knew it lasted that long was because of the lingerie she left hanging in his bathroom. When it was gone, they knew, so was she.

Your Saturday morning was spent with Natasha in Victoria’s Secret (Bob, understandably, passed on this excursion). Your burn had faded but your relationship with Jake hadn’t healed similarly. You weren’t sure if he’d intentionally been giving you the cold shoulder or if he’d just been having a busy work week but regardless, you hadn’t seen him more than ten minutes.

“Are you sure you want to keep doing this?” Natasha asked after you had explained your last interaction with him. “I mean, it seems intense.” She held up ruffled pink boy shorts eliciting a laugh from you.

“It’s always intense,” you shrugged. “It’s kind of our thing.” You started digging through a drawer for the matching black lace thong to the bra you already had.

Nat made a face. “That looks so itchy.”

“I don’t exactly have to wear it.” You flashed her a devious smile before moving to the next one.

“Did anything ever happen between you two?”

“Are you kidding? Aaron would never have let that happen.” Much to your teenage annoyance, your brother was very protective of you. The only boyfriends you had in high school were secret, sneaking kisses underneath the bleachers or in your room before he got back from football practice. You remembered one afternoon in the tenth grade when Aaron and Jake came home early and caught a boy sneaking out your window. Jake held you back, stroking your hair as tears streamed down your face, while your brother chased him down the street. No one got near you after that. Even after they graduated.

“Jake did come back to take me to prom,” you said. “He got special dispensation and everything.”

“That was sweet of him. Maybe–”

You shut that down immediately. “It was practically punishment for scaring off anyone else who would’ve taken me.” Unfortunately for you, Jake left a lasting legacy.

“I need to see those pictures.”

“You definitely don’t.” You laughed and poked her in the side.

Before Jake got home from the gym you washed your new lingerie in the sink and hung it on the shower rod to dry. Despite Natasha’s reservations, you were feeling giddy. You kept your bedroom door ajar, waiting with bated breath to hear the familiar jingle of his keys in the hall.

You snuck a peek at him, taking in his disheveled hair and rippling back muscles as he stripped walking into the bathroom. Jake had always been gorgeous, even when you were kids all the mothers would coo over him. The boy could get anything he wanted with a smile and a “ma’am.” It was infuriating but you couldn’t say you didn’t understand it.

When he got out, you were bundled up in a blanket on the couch. He ran a towel through his hair and you watched his deft fingers push each button through its respective hole up his fly and followed the line up his happy trail to his face, looking straight at you. You were certain you blushed.

“Hey.” He cleared the gravel from his throat before continuing, “Are you going out tonight?”

“Just to the Hard Deck with y’all,” you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. “If that’s okay.”

“Can you be ready in twenty?”

When Jake ducked into his room, you tip-toed over to the counter, swiped his car keys into the sleeve of your sweatshirt to keep them from making noise and set them down in the bathroom. It was steamy and smelled like his body wash. You noticed your lingerie set had been carefully moved to the counter and you were nearly giddy. You brought them with you into your room to get ready.

You took a deep breath outside the double doors of the Hard Deck. Jake went in but you took a beat to smooth your hair and apply lip gloss. You wore a white summer dress with little pink rosettes all over it and a high slit up the thigh. It was the perfect night for it with a fantastic breeze, if only you could keep it together. You tried to wear the lingerie beneath it but Nat was right, it was not comfortable.

You shouldn’t have been this nervous, you were walking into a bar that you had walked into a million times before, but the look Jake gave you after he retrieved his keys from the bathroom kept replaying in your mind. Judging by his sharp intake of breath, the way he jerked his hand back like you burned when he led you out the front door, he must have noticed the empty space next to the sink.

You forced your shoulders back, fixed your face into the confident girl you were and pushed the doors open with a bang.

The bar seemed to stand still, all eyes on you, as you paused in the entry for the moment, feigning that you were searching for your people (you knew exactly where the Dagger Squad was, in the same spot they always were) while you let the wind blow through your dress to flash a little leg.

Penny called you over and handed you a beer, “Don’t you look gorgeous!”

Before you could rebuff, the man next to you leaning against the bar interrupted: “That you do.” He introduced himself as naval officer Danny. He wasn’t bad looking by any means with his big biceps and flashy smile, but he couldn’t hold a candle to Jake.

You giggled as he twirled you to show off the dress. “What other tricks you got?” he asked with a raise of his brow.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You winked at him. It felt great; clearly this had potential.

“I think we’d all like to know.” Jake was here to break up your party.

“Christ, Hangman. Why do you always ruin a good thing?” You couldn’t even see Danny with Jake standing between you two. You knew Jake meant this little intrusion as a bucket of ice water, but it had the exact opposite effect. You were practically thrumming.

“Fuck off, Danny.” Jake asked Penny to put your drink on his tab before dragging you away by the wrist.

“Bye, Danny.” You couldn’t resist waving at him because it meant more of Jake’s hands on you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, tight like you might escape.

“Bye, sweetheart.” Danny gave you a lascivious smile.

You laughed at the scowl on Jake’s face. You, reluctantly, escaped his grip and turned to face him. “Aw Jakey, you can twirl me too.” You wrapped your hair around your index finger. “If you want to.”

He pulled you back so close to him. “Maybe later,” he sneered but you ignored it.

“I’ll hold you to it,” you said and sauntered over to your friends.

You and Jake certainly had your soft moments too. He cooked you dinner more nights than not and always asked about your work day and you did the same, keeping him company in the kitchen and making sure that he had everything he needed. You knew everything about each other and enjoyed being around one another–even when one of you was being annoying as hell.

You weren’t very good at pool, but that didn’t matter when you leaned over the table, letting Jake get an eyeful. He beat you, easily, but not without a few unforced errors. You caught him a few times staring hard at your dress, as if he was trying to see through it.

“Lost your edge, Bagman?” Natasha joked.

“What could I have lost when I won?” You liked Jake when he was so sure of himself, it's what made him so fun to mess with, to flap the unflappable man.

“Your dignity.” You smiled sweetly.

“I have it on good authority that I never had any.”

You squeezed into the booth between Bradley and Jake. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this dressed up,” Rooster said between sips of beer.

“I just thought it was time to get out of my work clothes.”

“And thank god for it!” Reuben called from across the table.

You flipped him off, only making him laugh harder. You enjoyed the easy banter between the Dagger Squad, the companionship and in-jokes. You had never really experienced that before, being a part of a tight knit group, and you loved it.

After the third brush of Jake’s knuckles on your bare thigh, you thought you would give him an opening. “You coming on to me, baby?” You kept your voice low so only he would hear.

“Why?” he asked, smirk blooming on his face, giving you exactly what you wanted. “You want me to, baby?”

“Can’t a girl just want a little male attention?”

“Not when she’s you.”

You recoiled, ready to fire back but you didn't want to argue with him in public. You fought every instinct in you and decided to extricate yourself, “Let me out.”

“Where are you going?” Jake asked, not moving an inch. He was infuriating.

You schooled your features, being careful not to betray how upset you actually were, and said, “I want another drink.” When he still didn’t move, you got up on your knees and straddled his hips. It was your intention to quickly maneuver over him but he stopped you before you could get out on his other side, his hands automatically moving to your hips.

“I could get it for you,” he said, thumb caressing your hip bone through the thin material of your dress.

You hated the way heat pooled at your core and how your eyes flicked to his lips. You leaned forward even closer, taking the opportunity to ruin his night, nearly pressing your chest to his, “What the fuck are you doing, Seresin?”

His hands couldn’t have left you faster; Aaron calls him that, Mav calls him that, not you. And you left him before the shock wore off.

You made a beeline to the bar, asked Penny for a shot of tequila, and downed it ignoring her concerned look.

“Hangman let you down, honey?” Danny asked, still in his exact spot.

“Something like that,” you mumbled.

“I promise, one night with me and you’ll be wondering what his name was again.” He reached out to grab you but you were too quick.

“Fuck off, Danny.” You tried keeping your voice light but your head was swimming and you really just needed some air. But Danny followed you. He was clearly drunk, swaying a bit as he stood.

“Don’t be cute,” he said. You kept walking but he grabbed your wrist, “You can’t wear a dress like that and not expect a man to–”

It happened in an instant. Danny on the ground and Jake looming over him with a swollen fist.

“Sorry, Penny.” Jake looked almost sheepish before turning to you. He touched your face and inspected your wrist. “Are you okay?”

You could only nod.

Penny gave him a towel full of ice and ushered you both into a back room, letting Javy get Danny in a cab.

You watched Jake, he didn’t betray that his hand hurt but you knew it did. “Sorry,” you said. “I was on one tonight.”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Those are usually more fun for me.” He passed you his scotch to sip. “It’s fine, he deserved it.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, sharing Jake’s drink, until he opened his mouth to speak. Then, he shut it.

“What?” you asked but he just shook his head. “Are you shy?” You were teasing but, for perhaps the first time in his life, he actually did look shy.

It took him a second but he finally asked, “Why did you dress up tonight?” Once the words were out, his nerves disappeared like you had imagined them. A total blip.

“I wanted you to think I was pretty,” you said honestly.

He blushed and it felt like a win, even if he responded with a quip. “Is it my birthday?”

Cassandra

The only time Jake accidentally sent you an email that was meant for your brother was about Cassandra. Endless paragraphs waxing poetic about the nightgowns she wore; thin and silky and revealing…

Javy’s John Wick movie night was taking place at his studio apartment. It took some wearing down but he eventually agreed to making it a sleepover and everyone was going to be there. You even borrowed Jake’s sleeping bag.

Bradley brought what could only be described as a fuck ton of beer and Mickey dumped out a duffel bag full of boxes of candy and microwaveable popcorn on the coffee table.

“Where’s your sleeping bag?” Reuben asked him.

“You have it,” Mickey said.

“No—“

“Yeah, when we were at Walmart. It was in the shopping cart and I was holding the candy and I asked you…” He trailed off, the crease between his brow only getting deeper.

“No, you didn’t.” Reuben’s arms were crossed but his expression betrayed his sadistic glee.

“Fuck! Javy?”

“Yeah, we can share my bed.” He rolled his eyes. This was the first team event Javy had ever hosted and you had a feeling it would be the last.

Before the first movie started, you and Nat squeezed together into Javy’s tiny bathroom to change into your PJs.

“Show me,” Natasha nearly giggled as you reached for yours. It was an ivory silk nightgown that stopped barely at mid-thigh and a little pair of matching bloomers. The fabric was thin but opaque so you didn’t feel totally exposed. “He’s going to lose his mind,” she said.

You and Nat settled into the spaces on either side of Jake on the couch and Javy pressed play on the movie. You did miss Jake’s double-take when you came out in the nightgown—and neither did Nat who gave you a wink.

Honestly, it may have been the quietest the group had ever been. You were the only one who hadn’t seen it and yet they were all rapt. Even Jake’s focus was completely captured, the only time he looked away was when you reached over him to grab a handful from Natasha’s popcorn bowl.

Reuben fell asleep first. 11:30, right on the dot. That was his schedule and he was notorious for sticking to it. The rest of you got into your sleeping bags shortly after, unable to concentrate on anything but his snoring.

You tried getting comfortable but it just wasn’t happening. You had no choice but to lie there and watch Bradley scroll through his phone in the next sleeping bag over.

“Any progress?” He whispered.

“Some,” you said, inching closer to him.

“He’s stronger than I thought. I for sure would’ve cracked by now.” He looked at you, smiling face illuminated by the glow of his screen. “I mean, who sleeps in that?”

You punched his shoulder. “Shut up.”

Bradley chuckled but stopped quickly when Jake got up to get water. He urged you to go with him, practically unzipping your sleeping bag.

“Alright!” You rolled your eyes.

The kitchen wasn’t much more than a wall of cabinets and appliances and a tiny island. The corner of Jake’s mouth lifted when he saw you. “You hungry?” He asked, head in the fridge. “Javy’s got celery.”

“Anything else in there?”

“Nope,” he said and closed the door, enveloping you back in darkness. He handed you his glass of water and you took a few sips before handing it back. This wasn’t unlike what the two of you did when you were at your own apartment except it usually devolved into the both of you passing out on the couch to the sound of the Food Network.

“Where’s Guy Fieri when you need him?”

“Tell me about it,” Jake mumbled as he refilled his glass. He walked you back to your spot on the floor. “Is this new?” He asked, rubbing the material between his fingers.

“Kind of,” you said, glad for the darkness.

There was a long beat of silence. You were waiting for him to say something about the emails or Cassandra. But he didn’t.

“It looks good on you,” he said and headed quickly back to his own spot on the floor.

Warmth bloomed in your chest, encouraged by the compliment, and you didn’t want him to leave just yet. “Hey, Jake,” you called. “Do you want to go to that diner in the morning?”

“Absolutely,” he said and took a few steps toward you. “I would kill for those blueberry panca—“

But he didn’t see Bradley stick out his foot and he tripped, his full glass of water landing all over you.

You gasped. The fabric clung to your skin, cooling you down to freezing.

Jake swore. He apologized profusely and ushered you into the bathroom. “Maybe Coyote has a hair dryer.”

He flicked on the light and began rummaging under the sink. You were totally blinded, your eyes weren’t able to adjust to the sudden change in light with any speed.

You heard Jake stop before you saw it. When your vision came into focus, he was staring up at you slack-jawed. The nightgown had gone completely sheer. He could see everything.

“Jake!” You shrieked, wrapping your arms around yourself. This was too much, even for you.

“Sorry! Sorry!” He ran out of the bathroom and came back with his hoodie, offering it to you.

“Well, turn around!” Once his back was turned, you stripped off the wet top. It landed on the tiled floor with a smack. You languished in Jake’s hoodie, it was warm and soft and smelled like him. Next thing you knew, he had taken off his sweatpants and was helping you step into them. He crouched down, only in a t-shirt and briefs and pulled the drawstring tight around your waist, tying it into a neat bow.

“We can go home,” he said, his expression holding nothing but concern.

“I’m good,” you promised and scurried back to your spot next to Bradley, at a complete loss for what just happened. You were breathing heavily despite not having exerted yourself.

“How’s that for progress?” He whispered.

“You’re such a fucking douche.” But every time you closed your eyes, there was Jake with an unmistakable hunger in his.

Kennedy McMaster

Kennedy was the only of Jake’s girlfriends you knew personally. She was your next door neighbor, head cheerleader, and his longest high school relationship. He took her to his prom. Your strongest memories of her were her glaring at you when he drove her home after their dates and the cloying scent of her pink sugar perfume that lingered on all his clothes.

You were determined not to let your last encounter deter you. It was shocking and something you were not at all prepared for but it, ultimately, served your mission. Now you knew with near certainty that he was attracted to you, he just needed a little push to admit it.

Your boss was out of the country this week so you were working from home and Jake’s truck was in the shop the last few days so you’d been driving and picking him up in your old Jetta without temperature control to make up for Maverick’s disappointment at seeing his bruised knuckles.

“Don’t you think these women are exes for a reason?” Nat asked under the spray of the shower. You and she often FaceTimed when she was alone in the women’s locker room. She was one of the bravest people you knew, but even she was better safe than sorry.

“I mean, yeah. But he was dating them for a reason too.” You were squeezing yourself into an aesthetic that could only be described as “yummy mummy”--it was the closest thing to wearing a cheerleader uniform as an adult. You wore leggings, a matching little zip up jacket, and a brightly colored sports bra. “The goal is for him to think I’m attractive, not for him to fall in love with me.”

“You sure?” Nat asked but you didn’t hear her, distracted by an incoming text.

~ Bob: I can’t believe you made me do this but it’s done

You squealed–you tasked Bob with spraying your perfume into Jake’s flight suit while Mickey and Reuben ran interference.

“He fucking did it?” Natasha laughed incredulously. “I for sure thought he would chicken out.”

“And we still would have respected him for it.”

“As if.”

You laughed but even to your own ears it sounded nervous.

By the end of the week, Jake was so looking forward to getting his truck back and you were ready to go back to wearing sweats, even though you were enjoying Mickey’s comments every time he saw you in the tight athleisure: “I wouldn’t even mind driving a minivan if it came with you.”

When you’d arrived on base to pick Jake up, you’d been informed that he was being held back for extra drills. Mav, not wanting you to die of heat stroke in your shitbox car, had invited you to enjoy the A/C inside. It was a particularly hot day and, even without the jacket, a sheen of sweat had developed on your body.

You sighed when the light breeze coming through the hangar hit you but the scene you walked into made you want to go back to your sweltering car. Maverick stood above a panting Jake, having just finished doing push-ups.

“Again, Seresin,” Maverick said. “You’re distracted. Making stupid maneuvers.”

By the dark green stains on Jake’s flight suit, you could tell he’d been doing them for a while. But he kept his expression neutral, taking his lashings.

“How many times do I have to say it?” Maverick’s arms were crossed. “You’re not alone out there.” Jake faltered a little. “Keep going,” Mav urged.

The rest of the Dagger Squad fell in line beside you, watching.

“I think you took it too far,” Javy said. You blushed, not realizing that he knew.

“Dude.” Reuben hit his arm.

Javy waved him off. “If you didn’t want me to know, you shouldn’t have fucking told me.” He turned back to you, eyes soft but firm. “It’s too much. You’re everywhere. He can’t concentrate. He’s making dumb mistakes and…” He trailed off, clearly trying of the right words. “That comes with a high cost in this line of work.”

You were fighting back tears, not wanting them to feel like they had to comfort you when you were the one who fucked up. “I’m so sorry,” you said to everyone. “I got carried away and involved you all in something that should never have happened in the first place. It was stupid and I’m sorry.” You took a deep shaky breath. “I’ll apologize to Jake too.” Just thinking about how you were going to explain all this to him made you severely nauseous.

“Don’t apologize to Hangman!” Mickey said.

“Yeah, he doesn’t need to know,” Reuben added, swinging his arm around your shoulder and giving you a squeeze. “Maybe just keep it out of work.”

You felt terrible the whole ride back to your apartment but Jake seemed happy as a clam. He asked to drive, so you let him, and he was humming along to the radio. He seemed more relaxed than he’d been in a while.

You were nearly home when he asked, “Did you think I wouldn’t recognize your perfume?”

You practically jumped out of your skin. You analyzed his face, looking for any hint at how much he knew. He wore his same smug amusement.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said.

“I didn’t think you would,” he laughed.

“Maybe you’re having a stroke.”

“Must be.” He nodded with pretend thoughtfulness. “Why else would my flight suit, which is always in my locker unless I’m literally wearing it, smell like you?”

You looked at him, grateful he had to keep his eyes on the road. All the windows were down, the breeze whipping through his hair. Even exhausted and covered in sweat, he looked incredible. “Is it such a bad thing?” You practically squeaked that out.

“Not unless you consider thinking about you instead of my training exercise a bad thing.” He threw his hand over the back of your seat to back into the parking spot to make it easier on you in the morning and, despite the heat, you shivered. When he had successfully made it into the spot, he stayed close to you for a beat longer. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Then you know how to make it stop.” You leaned impossibly closer. It wouldn’t take much for him to kiss you. He licked his lips and couldn’t tear his eyes off yours.

Your heart thundered. This had to be it.

“I should call Aaron.” He backed away. He couldn’t even meet your gaze. “He always takes forever to respond,” he mumbled. And in an instant, you were alone in the car.

Giulia

Not wanting to rely on the team, you dug back through your emails with Jake to find information. All he wrote was that she was a flight attendant from Milan who made insane baked goods. It was a single line in a single email dropped in the middle of a long-winded anecdote about starching vs. not starching his service uniform.

You were going to bake a pie. You had prepared the night before by watching Claire Saffitz videos and calling your mother, but your last meeting ran long and you were late coming home from work. You tried being quick but the custard curdled and the crust burned and this was all so stupid, you couldn’t even remember what you were doing it all for in the first place. You would’ve sobbed but you didn’t even have enough energy for that.

You ordered a pizza and thought about changing out of the ridiculous outfit you wore to work—your knee-length pencil dress looked flight attendant-esque, especially with the twilly scarf tied around your neck. But by the time it had arrived, you ran out of time. Jake was already at the door.

He sat down beside you at the counter and dropped his head in his hands with a deep sigh.

“You want a slice, baby?” But you asked softly, without the usual teasing associated with the nickname.

And he followed suit, “More than anything, baby.” The exhaustion resurfaced his home-grown twang exactly how it sounded in all your memories. The nickname thing started after Aaron had gotten his first girlfriend. He was in the eighth grade and they would hold hands and end each sentence calling the other “baby.” Jake had only started doing it with you because he was a little jealous of losing his best friend’s attention, not that he would’ve ever admitted it. But it was everything to you, to have an inside joke with him.

He didn’t even use the plate you set out, devouring half the slice in a single bite. “You look cute,” he said, tugging on your neck scarf a little. “You're usually in sweats already when I get home.”

“I tried baking you a pie.” You couldn’t even look at him. Somehow this felt so much more vulnerable than anything you had done thus far.

“You did?” His face broke into the goofiest grin.

“I burned it.”

“What was it supposed to be?” He squeezed your shoulder.

“Lemon.”

“I love lemon.”

“I know,” you demurred. You contemplated making lemon bars but making shortbread seemed much more involved than a cookie crust. Idiot.

“Do you remember the tiramisu you made for your parents anniversary?” He laughed, throwing his head pack. “How you managed to burn a dessert you don’t bake, I have no idea.”

“I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to bake it!” You cried, a grin resurfacing on your face.

“How–”

“The recipe was vibes based.”

“Whatever that means.”

“Yeah, whatever that means.”

You smiled at one another, both of you feeling more lively.

The two of you finished the pizza before deciding to get into more comfortable clothing. You contorted yourself trying to get at the invisible zipper until you eventually gave up. You didn’t really want to ask Jake because you were done teasing and torturing him. You were done with this entire endeavor. You didn’t need him to decide you were worthy of dating as long as you got to spend time with him and, in truth, you were quite certain that you’ve been hurting yourself more than you’ve actually had an impact on him.

But the dress didn’t fit over your head and the dumb little TikTok Shop magnet contraption broke after its first use, zipping up the dress that morning. So, after a great deal of effort, you padded over to his side of the apartment and knocked softly on the door. He let you in, dressed in navy briefs and a worn t-shirt. His room was neat as a pin with no clothes on the floor and hospital corners folded in his sheets.

“Can you unzip me?” You moved your hair to expose the zipper to him, watching his reflection in the mirror leaning against the wall.

You watched him sink his teeth into his bottom lip. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please,” you begged. “I’m stuck.” You were starting to feel claustrophobic, scenarios of wearing that dress forever clouded your mind.

You shivered when he hooked his fingers under the collar of your dress. Jake took his time dragging the zipper down, trailing his fingers down your spine.

He pushed apart the seam of your dress and splayed his hand against your skin, the tips of his fingers ducking just beneath the strap of your bra eliciting a gasp from your lips. Like a man possessed, he continued, a dark look crossing his face.

“Jake,” you moaned, as he snuck his hands around your hips, inside your dress and grazed the lacy trim of your underwear. You felt like you were on fire, every bit of you alight under his half-lidded gaze.

Jake traced the line of your jaw before tilting your chin up just the slightest bit, angling you just right to give him access to the knot of the scarf around your neck. You could have wept when he pulled his last hand out of your dress but the moment the scarf was gone, his hands were back dragging you flush to him.

“Say my name again,” he demanded, voice like gravel.

“Jake,” you moaned louder, having forgotten the ability to regulate. You were lost to the anticipation. And before you had a chance to gain any sense of composure, he drove his tongue into your pulse point.

Your whines turned breathy and knees weakened but he only held you tighter so he could continue his onslaught of nipping and sucking down your shoulder.

You arched your back, wanting to do more, feel more. And you watched him nuzzle into the line of your hair, hissing when you grazed his erection with your ass. Jake’s lips parted, flush, and you were sure he was going to say something.

His phone started to ring, and you cringed, an old picture of Jake arm in arm with your brother lighting up the screen. Jake unceremoniously removed his hands from you. “One sec,” he said and answered the fucking phone. “Yeah buddy, what’s up?”

You looked at him with shock and disdain but he was sitting at the foot of his bed. Your heart sank and you tried to step away but he latched onto the back of your dress and gently pulled you down to sit on his knee. His grip wasn’t tight, you could’ve left. But you didn’t. Instead, you sat there, uncomfortable in your freezing wet panties.

You could only hear Jake’s side of the conversation, he was hesitating and if you didn’t know him better you might have said he was nervous. “Look,” he said, “I was wondering…” He glanced at you, an expression you couldn’t read on his face. “How would you feel if I asked out your sister?”

You may have blacked out. You saw his lips move and the smile on his face but you couldn’t decipher the words, not when excitement, love, and rage were all rushing in your ears.

Jake tossed his phone, beaming, and slid his hand up your thigh. That seemed to snap you back to the moment because you stood, backing away from his touch. “What the fuck was that?”

He stayed sitting and spoke very calmly. It was infuriating. “I don’t have much in the way of family. You and your brother are everything—”

“So you have to ask him permission to fuck me?”

“Is that what we were doing?” He asked with this dopey look in his eyes. Butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“Don’t be cute,” you said, willing yourself to stay angry. “I’m not some fucking plaything—”

“But it’s fine to toy with me, right?” He stood, then. “That’s why I’ve been half-cocked in my jet all week.” He didn’t raise his voice or move closer when you took an instinctive step back, and you lost all of the moral high-ground you may have had.

Your back hit the door, you hadn’t realized you were so close to it. He followed you this time, resting his forearm above your head, fingers trailing up the back of your thigh to where your dress was nearly hiked up leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. With how close he was now, you were sure he could hear your heart thumping.

“Would you have stopped if he said no?”

“No.” Jake crashed his lips to yours. The kiss was sloppy and imbued with so much longing. It was everything you had wanted for as long as you can remember.

He pressed open-mouth kisses down the column of your throat and dragged your clothes down with him.

The dress hit the floor and he sank to his knees. “What do you want?” he asked.

“I-I don’t know.” You were completely overwhelmed, hot beneath his touch.

“You’ve been working me for months.” His smirk was salacious. “I can’t imagine you didn’t have something in mind.”

“Say it,” you demanded, regaining lucidity.

“What do you want me to say?” He laughed bitterly. “That you’re always on my mind? That you only get more beautiful every time I see you? That, every night, I think about you in that fucking nightgown?” He wiped his face, looking suddenly exhausted. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been trying not to think about you this way?”

You knelt down, slotting your legs on either side of his thigh. He brought his hands to your hips immediately, helping rock you back and forth across his hard muscle. He kissed your neck and you sighed, “I love that you do.”

“I want to watch you cum like this,” Jake mumbled.

“I’m not sure I can,” you panted, fully enjoying the friction but certain that it would not be enough to get you there until he yanked your cotton panties up, increasing the pressure on your clit.

A wave of pleasure shot through you. Jake deafened your moans with his kiss, keeping you steady as you moved your hips faster.

“Ja-ake,” you moaned, pleasure building in your core.

“Yeah, baby.” He flicked your nipple through the unlined cup of your bra and it sent you over the edge. His hands returned to your hips to help you ride out your orgasm.

You collapsed onto the carpet in a fit of giggles. This was so unbelievable. Even at the beginning, you never thought it would end this way.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said and the look of pure genuine love in his eyes took your breath away.

You pulled him down on top of you, kissing his cheeks and lacing your fingers in his hair. “Your turn?”

“Are you sure you’re up for it?” He teased, brushing the hair off your face.

“Do you have a condom?”

He reached over you to his jeans and took one out of his wallet.

“Aren’t we ambitious,” you said, already kicking off his briefs.

“And here I was, hoping you’d jump me in a supply closet.” Jake took his time removing your undergarments, taking you in as he teased your folds with his dick.

You groaned together as he pushed himself into you. “I’m not going to last that long,” Jake breathed into your skin and it only made you hotter. This man, who you’d been so taken with, was also incredibly taken by you.

You hooked your leg over his waist and he drove deeper into you. You ground your hips but he held you still to rub your clit in tiny dizzying circles.

A guttural moan erupted from your throat as you spiraled into your second orgasm. Jake kept going, rubbing and thrusting until your legs shook and the aftershocks became so intense that tears welled in your eyes. “Jake,” you cried, unable to take it anymore, and he came, nipping at your collarbone.

Once your breathing slowed and Jake disposed of the condom, he lifted you onto his bed. “Can I get you anything?” He asked with a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Water.” He sat up to grab it and you followed.

“Darlin’, as long as I can help it, you will not be leaving my bed,” and Jake planted a long mind-numbing kiss to your already swollen lips.

As you sunk back into his pillow, watching the man you very nearly loved shirtless in the kitchen, you decided that wouldn’t be so bad.

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callsign-swan · 3 months ago

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Co-Parenting

You and Bob, ex's who are still in love

I'm home

You picked up your phone and checked your messages. Just one from your ex husband. The heart was still beside his name from when you were dating; it had never felt right to remove it.

Can I come and see the kids?

Of course he could. He could come by and see the kids whenever he wanted. You weren't going to stop him. Him coming to see the kids meant you got to see him, too.

Tomorrow, you texted back. The kids are asleep.

The line of messages should have ended there. You had told him when to come by and see the kids and he had read the message. Other ex military wives wouldn't have indulged their husbands further.

But you and Bob couldn't help yourselves.

How have you been?

Back before the divorce, you would have written to him all through his deployment. Cute little letters that kept him going, kept him updated through both of your pregnancies.

Now, you resorted to texting, resisting the urge to put kisses on the end of every message.

I'm good. We're good, you texted him back, resisting the urge to tell him you loved him. How was deployment?

You knew he couldn't tell you much, but you didn't want to know much about his deployment. You wanted to know about him, about how he was doing. You just didn't know how to ask.

Falling asleep with an open message from Bob was nothing new. Waiting for him to reply, falling asleep as he typed out his own message. It happened when you were dating, and it was still happening now.

When you responded to Bob in the morning, he didn't respond. He didn't get a chance to read it before he was on his way to your house. The house he used to live in with you. You hadn't changed it much since he moved out, almost a year ago now.

Almost like it was still his space, too.

He went to pull out his keys, keys he no longer had. Instead, he used the knocker.

The door swung open. There you stood, looking as beautiful as the day you both decided to call it quits. Still in your pyjamas. Real pyjamas, not Bob's old shirts, like you used to wear.

"Hey," you said and stepped to the side to let him in.

"Hey," sweetheart.

Fuck, he'd missed you.

But he had no time to dwell on that. The two of them came running down the stairs, shouting as they did. "Daddy! Daddy!" They cried.

Both of your kids jumped into their fathers arms. William and Jennie screamed as Bob tried to pick them both up. William sat on his shoulders, holding Bob's head as Jennie sat on his hips.

"Missed you, Daddy," Jennie mumbled as she tucked herself against her fathers side.

Deployment was hard for your kids. They missed their dad, missed when he would pick them up from school, when he would take them to the beach, when they would go and stay at his for thr weekend.

Part of the reason for the divorce was to make things easier for the kids. But that didn't happen. William and Jennie struggled just as much when their father was gone.

It was supposed to make deployment a little easier for you, too. But it just made you miss your ex-husband more. At least when he was home, you knew he was safe, he was alive. He wasn't in a tail spin, crashing into the sea.

The divorce was a mistake, both of you knew that.

"Mommy said we can get a dog, soon," William said as Bob turned and walked them through the house.

Bob released a chuckle and the sound went right through you. "Did she, now?" He asked as he took them both into the kitchen. "Your mom never let me get a dog."

"She likes us better."

Bob sat your daughter on the table, still grinning. "I know she does, Honey," he said and began fixing her hair. "Have you guys had breakfast yet?"

William shook his head.

Bon set him down on the table, sitting him beside his sister. "On it," he said and set about preparing breakfast. Four plates, just like old times.

And, while he cooked, Bob let himself imagine it. The four of you, a family together again. You watched him from the doorway, and he pretended it was a loving smile on your face.

And it was a loving smile, but you didn't want him to know that. Bob sang an old country song, one he'd been singing to them since you were pregnant. The kids sang along and your heart melted just a little bit.

Once upon a time, you and Bob talked about having another baby. But it didn't seem on the cards for you. Maybe it would have saves your marriage.

Who were you kidding? Your marriage didn't need saving. You loved him more than words could describe, and you knew he loved you, too.

If only you could tell each other.

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captainsophiestark · 7 months ago

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A Very Dagger Christmas

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Top Gun

Summary: Jake's down bad for his SO in a way his friends have never seen before, and they want to make sure his SO knows it.

Word Count: 2,015

Category: Fluff

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"You cheated! I saw you bump the ball, don't try to deny it!"

"I did not cheat! You just suck at pool!"

"Pilots! I will ban pool for the rest of the night if I have to. Don't test me."

"Sorry, Penny..."

I watched the unfolding drama around the pool table of the Hard Deck with a smile as I sipped the last of my hot chocolate. Penny had closed the whole place for a little early Christmas celebration between her, Amelia, Mav, and the Daggers, and as the partner of Jake Seresin, I'd been invited along this year. The atmosphere, food and drink, and free entertainment all combined to make this my favorite Christmas party attended so far.

"Hey."

I looked up to see my boyfriend, Jake, crossing the room towards me with a big smile and two mugs in his hands. I shifted over a little on the cushy loveseat Penny had moved in for the evening's party, giving Jake room to settle in next to me.

"I brought you another cup of hot chocolate," he said, leaning in to kiss my forehead as I took the mug from him. "Not spiked, although I still don't know how you're putting up with all these idiots sober."

I laughed. "I love your friends, Jake. And I want to remember all the embarassing shit they pull clear as day, so I can use it against them later."

"And that's why you're the best. Amazing." Jake leaned in to punctuate his statement with a kiss, this time on the lips. I smiled into the kiss, then snuggled into Jake's chest once we broke apart. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, holding me closely, and the moment was one of absolutely perfect peace and comfort despite the chaos continuing around us.

"Thanks for inviting me along to this, by the way," I said, my voice low as I curled into Jake, more relaxed than I'd been all week in the leadup to this party. Jake hummed, and I could feel the vibrations all through his chest.

"Thanks for agreeing to come. I've been to a few of these now, and this one's already a lot better with you here. A lot." I leaned even further into Jake, squeezing his thigh gently with my free hand. After a moment, Jake continued. "Although, honestly, you might want to wait to thank me until after we play Dirty Santa."

I let out a long, heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Babe. I hate it when you call it that. You live in California now, it's White Elephant! Dirty Santa sounds like something much different and much worse than a fun gift exchange."

"Worse?" asked Jake, a familiar grin and note of mischief in his tone as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, his arm wandering from my shoulders to my waist. When he spoke again, it was nothing more than a low growl in my ear. "Or better?"

I considered for a moment, then shook my head and leaned back as much as I could in the small loveseat.

"No. The delivery and everything normally would've worked, but not for the phrase 'Dirty Santa', and not at the non-blood-relative family Christmas party. Nice try, through."

Jake just smiled and shook his head. He leaned in again, pulling me towards him like he was about to double down, but before he got the chance, we were interrupted by a few of his friends shouting from the pool table.

"Hangman! Get over here, we need some fresh blood at this pool table!"

Jake just rolled his eyes and waved the guys off, but they refused to take no for an answer. After a moment, I leaned up and kissed Jake on the cheek and gave him a little smile, then moved his arm from around my shoulders myself.

"Go," I said. "You've got honor to defend in pool, and you should probably get a game or two in now before Penny inevitably has to ban it."

Jake grinned, but he didn't move from the seat next to me.

"...Are you sure? I don't want to abandon you."

I just waved him off. "I'm fine, I like all your friends, and I already know most of them pretty well. No risk of abandonment here, I promise."

"Great." Jake leaned in to give me a quick kiss, then pulled back with a grin that spelled trouble. "Then I have some people who need to get their asses kicked in pool."

With that, he hopped up and took off to join the group at the pool table. I watched him with a fond smile, a warm glow sitting in my chest. He was absolutley ridiculous, but he was also absolutely wonderful.

While I was busy watching Jake, Natasha wandered over and took a seat in the chair next to me. I gave her a little smile, then turned back to watching Jake. After a moment, I heard her huff a little laugh, and I turned my attention back to her with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just... I've never seen him like this."

I frowned, trying to figure out what she was talking about.

"Nat-?"

"Hangman. It's been... nice, but really weird to see him like this."

"Nat, like what?"

She shook her head, her attention drifting to where my boyfriend was in the middle of trash talking at the pool table. She huffed another laugh, then turned back to me.

"He's wearing an ugly Christmas sweater. That matches with yours. Do you know what happened the last time someone tried to get Hangman to do that?"

"...No..."

"He dumped the one Coyote tried to force him into in a pool of oil from the planes."

I snorted, my hand flying to my mouth to cover a disbelieving laugh. I kept waiting for Natasha to smile or something to let me know she was joking, but her expression stayed dead serious.

"...Really?"

"Yes, really! And you're the first partner he's ever brought to more than one of our events, the first one he hasn't given a bunch of shit to for not drinking with him, the first one in years any of us have bothered to learn the name of. He's in a good mood, he's clearly just as happy to sit with you over here as he is to be in the middle of the pool game over there. Even right after he and Rooster get into it, he smiles at you two seconds later and it's like nothing even happened. Do you know how long those stupid moods of his usually last?"

I huffed a laugh and shook my head. Everything Natasha was saying had my heart racing, but I didn't want to let my imagination run away from me. Surely I didn't have that big of an impact on Jake, no matter what Natasha seemed to think.

"Hey guys," said Mickey, coming over to join the two of us with a smile. "I needed to get the hell out of that pool game while I still could. It's about to be a knock down dragout between Mav, Rooster, and Hangman. We're taking bets on how long it'll be before Penny bans pool and who's going to be the final straw to cause it if you guys want in."

"...What are the current odds?" asked Natasha, leaning forward. Mickey quickly walked her through the bet layout as it stood, then continued with a grin before she could stake anything.

"There's one other rule you should be aware of: no one's allowed to send our newest extended family member into the fray to influence the odds."

He nodded towards me when he said it, and I raised an eyebrow, but Nat almost shot out of her chair in indignation.

"What? Come on, where's the fun in that?"

"The fun is that we can actually take bets without a win card in everybody's pocket that can keep the game going all night."

Nat threw her hands up and flopped back in her chair, which was my cue to lean forward.

"Mickey... what are you talking about?"

"Hangman's one of the three live wires over there that's going to get way too competitive and ruin the game. If you go over there, you're gonna calm him down and totally ruin the fairness of our bet."

I laughed and shook my head, copying Nat and flopping back in my chair.

"I think you guys are seriously overestimating my influence on Jake's fundamental personality. We've been together long enough now that I think I would've noticed if he was a completely different person around me."

"Okay, first of all, no you wouldn't have," started Mickey. "If he were a different person around you, you'd only ever see the person he is around you, because you're necessarily around him when you're seeing him. And second, we're not saying he's a totally different person."

Nat hummed like she might disagree, and Mickey gave her a little nod.

"Okay, at least I'm not. What we're really trying to say is... he's obviously pretty committed, and very happily tied down. It's made him more grounded in a way that I honestly never thought I'd see. But it's nice, and it's definitely because of you."

I just hummed, processing Mickey's words. Jake and I had been dating for a few months, and although we hadn't really sat down to talk about it, we were clearly getting pretty serious. At least, I was. And it was nice to know that Jake's friends seemed to notice the same thing coming from Jake.

I stayed in my seat chatting with Natasha and Mickey for a while longer, until pool was eventually called off with Amelia having won the bet, to no one's surprise. Everyone wandered over to join Nat, Mickey, and I to begin White Elephant, and Jake settled into the loveseat next to me again.

"How was pool?" I asked as he handed me another mug of hot chocolate, further defending his position as my dream man.

"Fine, until Rooster started cheating. And then he has the nerve to call me on it when I started doing it to, to level the playing field!"

I just laughed and curled further into Jake's chest as he shot Rooster an aggressive stink eye. Luckily for all of us, Rooster didn't catch it.

The rest of the night passed much more peacefully sans pool table, even though White Elephant was as explosive as Jake had been expecting. Still, once it was over and we'd all settled in to relax together by the fire, any of the negatively chaotic moments of the night were long forgotten.

I laid my head on Jake's chest, listening to the soothing rythm of his heartbeat as Jake ran his hand gently up and down my arm. I was honestly on the edge of drifting off to sleep when Jake's voice drew me back. He was speaking quietly, right next to my ear, so softly that I wasn't sure he even meant for me to hear him.

"I love you. So fucking much."

I shifted just enough to meet Jake's eyes. He seemed surprised to find me awake, but a determination I usually only saw when I got to visit him on base was shining in his eyes.

"I love you," he repeated, louder this time. "And it's okay if you aren't ready to say it back or don't want to or whatever. But... I need you to know. I love you more than I've ever loved somebody before."

I smiled, my heart melting as I leaned up to kiss Jake. I ran my hands through the hair on the back of his neck, then pulled back just enough to meet his eyes again and whispered against his lips.

"I love you too, Jake. More than anyone or anything. So, so much."

His face lit up like the sun. His arm wrapped tight around my waist, and he pulled me closer to him than was probably appropriate for our current setting. He kissed me, hard, and I kissed him right back. I'd been in love with Jake Seresin for a while now, but it was nice to finally say it out loud. And even nicer to hear it back.

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roniii-ii · 9 days ago

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Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader; Heart Flutters

Fandom- Top Gun: Maverick

Pairing- Bob x fem!reader

Summary- You’re one of the assigned pilots for the Uranium mission. You’re good at what you do, even if you can be a “little much” towards other people. Little do you know, a certain speckled WSO has already taken a liking to you.

Notes- Hehe I love Bob and I love Lewis so here we are 😎 And once more, I’m giving a thanks to @/geminiwritten for help! She helped with the dogfight training scene cause I have barely any technical knowledge and she saved my ass. I appreciate it so much!!

Warnings- Mainly takes place in Bob’s POV (will be clarified when it switches), italics, Google translated Spanish cause of Fanboy so it’s possibly incorrect, a little spicy towards the end, implied smut, not proofread we die like Goose

Word Count- 9146

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Your callsign: Demon

Robert Floyd had always considered himself to be a calm man. Could he get nervous in certain situations? Of course. He was just a normal guy like anyone else. Okay, sure, maybe he wasn’t the most normal. He was one of the most highly regarded WSOs in active duty, being a top graduate of Top Gun. He was fast on his feet – or in the air – and he was good at what he did. He was reliable. And for the most part, he was calm.

And he was anything but calm the moment you strut your way into his life.

It was nice to be noticed for once. See, the whole reason his callsign was just one of his several nicknames was according to his classmates in flight school, he just wasn’t remarkable enough. Yes, that was something one of his former pilots legitimately said to him, directly to his face. So “nothing stood out” and they just called him Bob. Not even Floyd. Just Bob. And it stuck.

And it seemed that being on the sidelines was what was going to happen again. No one was paying him any mind until a woman walked in with two men behind her. He had glanced up to quickly assess before going back to the peanuts he’d gotten. And when she looked at him, he looked up and saw all of his fellow aviators looking at him. He immediately felt a little intimidated, but took a bit of a breath before introducing himself. He found out the woman was Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, his new pilot. And when she told him to join them for pool, he happily accepted. He was a little giddy to be included, but he kept that giddiness in for the time being.

And then, Jake spoke up with that tone that already had begun to grate on Bob’s nerves. “Jesus, they’re really calling everyone in. They even made a call to hell for a Demon.”

“Nice one, Seresin. Like I haven't heard that one a million times before in my entire career.” Bob looked up from his discussion with Mickey and he immediately found himself entranced.

You walked in with nothing but utter confidence. You even had a smirk on your face to show that confidence. And it was so similar to Jake’s that he should have been annoyed. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t sure what it was, but your confidence didn’t seem to be worn to put others down like Jake’s seemed to be. It was worn because you were proud of how good you were.

“You’re drooling, man.” Mickey teased. And Bob looked at him like he was crazy.

“Shut up…” That only served to make Mickey start giggling like a kid who just got candy. Bob rolled his eyes a little, but he couldn’t lie, it was amusing hearing him giggle like that.

It seemed you knew a few of the aviators, Natasha included. She actually pulled you over to where he and Mickey were and he immediately straightened up a little bit.

You greeted Mickey comfortably, doing a quick little handshake with him before your eyes turned to him and Mickey walked off to join Reuben again. You were intense, even though you were smaller than him. Granted he was 6 foot, so that wasn’t a huge surprise. But he felt small under your eye. You were sizing him up.

“This is Robert Floyd. My new wizzo.” Natasha introduced.

“J-Just Bob is fine, really. No one calls me Robert.” He cursed himself for stuttering. He was a damn WSO in the Navy, why was he stuttering right now?

“What’s your callsign?” You asked, coming across as completely neutral and not giving a reaction. And he dreaded that question every time someone asked it. And it showed because he visibly grimaced a little

“Just- Just…Bob.”

You looked at him for a few seconds longer before holding your hand out to him and giving him your own name. “And you can just call me Demon.” He was a little surprised at yet another minimal reaction to his callsign, but took your hand regardless and shook it.

“Demon, huh? How’d you get a callsign like that?” He asked, smiling nervously.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see when I’m in the air, huh, pretty boy?” And just like that, you walked away from him, leaving Bob wide eyed and blinking like he’d heard you wrong. Pretty boy?! What the hell was that? No one had ever called him that before and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“You’ll get used to it. She’s just kind of like that. Kinda like Hangman, just a thousand times more tolerable in my opinion.” Natasha reassured him. He just nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. That one comment had made his heart flutter more than he was readily willing to admit.

Everything would be fine. He just had to get through this mission and he would head back to Lemoore. He wouldn’t have to deal with this forever.

– – – – –

Training with Captain Mitchell, aka Maverick, was more intense than Bob had thought. He’d have to kick Reuben’s ass for making the stakes 200 pushups if they failed. Sure, he was fit. He had to be. But that didn’t make his shoulders and arms ache any less.

He glanced around the room, seeing the way everyone seemed to have a bit of bruised egos from losing against Maverick. Except Jake, apparently. Bob wished he had that kind of confidence, even if it would have been false most of the time.

He saw you getting ready for your chance in dogfight training. You were focused and had just picked up your helmet when he decided to speak.

“Hey, Demon.” You glanced his way and he couldn’t help but offer an awkward smile. “Good luck. And be careful, okay?”

You stared at him and let out a scoff. “I don’t need you to tell me that, pretty boy. I can handle myself in the air just fine.” And just like that, you were gone, awkwardly being followed out by Reuben and Mickey to go up again. You had snapped at him. At the bar, you had acted indifferent. Earlier, when they’d first met Maverick, he’d glanced behind him and you’d even offered a small smile of acknowledgement when your eyes met. Your words, while few, had bite to them. And damn, did that bite have a bit of a sting to them.

He was left stunned and turned back towards Natasha, sitting next to her. “I didn’t- what did I do?”

His pilot sighed. “I wouldn’t worry too much, Bob. She’s…kinda always been that way.”

“Yeah. In need of an attitude adjustment.” Jake said from one side of the room. Bob saw Bradley shoot Jake a look that basically screamed ‘that’s ironic coming from you’.

Natasha shot him a glare and lowered her voice so Jake would stop eavesdropping. “Just try and think of it from our perspective, as women. We’ve had to bust our asses off probably two or three times harder than any of you boys. It’s possible it came off as patronizing.”

That filled Bob with major guilt. He hadn’t meant for it to come off that way! He knew better. He didn’t understand how hard you and Natasha probably had to work to get where you are, but he’d seen it happen with other women in this field, the blatant disrespect. And it always grated on his nerves when it happened. Because to him, if a pilot or WSO was good, it didn’t matter what the person’s gender was. If they were good at their job, that’s what mattered when, you know. Working.

“Well, that’s the exact opposite of what I wanted. I was just trying to wish her luck.”

“Explain that when she gets back. We’ve known each other for less than 24 hours but I can already tell you had good intentions, Bob. I wouldn’t stress it too much.”

Natasha's words did little to ease his stress, though. He felt terrible if that was the case. Patronizing you? He would never purposefully do that. He’d do it to Mickey out of a playful rivalry between WSOs and because they were already friends. And he’d done it earlier in the day when Jake had been asking for help during training. And it felt good to stand up for himself, even if it was in a very basically inconsequential way. But you were different. Several people here were different

For example, Bradley just seemed to be trying to keep his head down and work at this mission despite everyone. All the other pilots hadn’t really talked to him much. And Natasha? Well they’d quickly become friends and had deep running respect for one another already.

But you? He couldn’t place his finger on it. You were confident, but not annoyingly so. You held yourself to a high standard and you did your best to not let anyone demean any of it. And the way you’d looked at him last night. And the smile you’d given him this morning. It was like you were seeing him. Through his awkward and even slightly anxious exterior. He had spoken only a handful of words to you and it felt like you could see through everything.

And there was that heart flutter again at just the thought of someone seeing him like that. He took it as more of a nervous thing. He just wasn’t used to being noticed. Yeah, that was it.

“Guys, they’re airborne.” Javy said, sitting by the radio and turning it up so everyone could listen to the progress of this round of training. And Bob just prayed that he hadn’t annoyed you enough to shake your focus.

– – – – –

You

You were strapped into your single seater, the jet humming beneath you. It seemed as eager and alive as you were to be in the air. And every condition was perfect. It was sunny, with little cloud coverage. And you knew that out there, somewhere, Maverick was in the air. Just waiting to make you look like a fool.

That wouldn’t happen if you could help it.

You reached over and flipped your radio switch. “Dagger one-one check.”

“Dagger one-two check.” Reuben’s voice came over the radio

Then, Mickey’s voice crackled over the comms, sounding as cheerful as ever. “And I’m still here and still looking sexy.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Let’s keep it that way, Fanboy.”

“Aww you think I’m sexy, Demon? I’m flattered.”

You bristled at his comment and were about to snap back at him when Maverick’s voice came through the comms, cool and collected. “Bandit airborne. Come and find me, kids.” Like he knew he was going to win. He reminded you a lot of Hangman. And it ticked you off a little.

Okay, it ticked you off a lot.

You glanced around and you swear you saw Mickey dancing a little in the back of his and Reuben’s jet out of excitement. “Do you guys hear that? He sounds like he’s smiling.”

“Let’s wipe it off his face, boys.”

You split off from them – not abandoning, purely tactical – climbing high and starting to bank right. This allowed Maverick to see you, immediately drawing his attention and allowing your wingmen to slip under the radar. You knew Maverick’s game. Fast, flashy. It reminded you again of Jake.

“Keep your eyes sharp, guys. He’s gonna try to split us.”

The radio crackled to life after about 30 seconds. “Got a visual.” Reuben sounded completely focused. “High six o’clock, coming in hot.”

A mere second later was when you spotted him, just past the sun’s rays. Typical Maverick. He dove between your aircrafts, trying to bait one of you. You could hear Mickey shriek and throw in a couple Spanish words you could only assume was some colorful language.

“Santa mierda – was that move even legal?!”

Reuben was already rolling to go after him. “I got him–”

“No!” You barked out. “Stay tight, Payback. He’s trying to get us to give chase. And I’m not gonna let that happen.”

You throttle up and sweep left, wide and deliberate to cause Maverick to pick. He circles back towards Reuben and Mickey, just like you’d predicted. And this time, you’re already there, sliding up behind him. Just outside of lock range.

Maverick jinks right and you follow immediately.

He snaps into a vertical climb and you invert, mirroring him and staying on him, your drag trailing just enough to make him think you’re losing your grip on the situation.

“Fanboy, flare on my mark.” You mutter.

“Copy.”

Maverick dives down, directly into the trap you set up. You yank back hard, nose up and engine screaming. “Now, Fanboy, flares!”

Fanboy lets loose a burst of flares on Mav’s six and, like clockwork, he rolls, overcorrecting himself.

And you’re on him in a second. Too close.

He dips low, trying to hug the terrain. But you stay glued to him and ride his wash.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon…” You repeatedly whisper to yourself.

He tries to shake you – hard G turn, a hard left, a reverse roll. And you hang onto him like you’re his shadow.

Then? It opens. A sliver of sky, his tail dead center in your sights.

Beep.

Tone.

Lock.

You squeeze the trigger.

And your HUD lights up SPLASH in bold green across your vision.

You grin, panting a little and your heart beating out of your chest.

“Splash one. Bandit is down.” You say, your voice steady.

There’s silence, the only sound in your ears being the static of comms and your pulse roaring in your ears.

Then…

“You gotta be kidding me.” Mickey sounds breathless and in awe.

And you hear Reuben whoop. “Holy shit, Demon! You nailed him!”

Even Maverick sounds a little amused. “Well done, Demon. A clean kill while protecting your wingman. I can see how you got your callsign.”

“Is that praise from the Maverick I’m hearing?’

“Don’t get cocky now, kid.” Maverick said. “Let’s see you do it twice.”

You let out a small, genuine laugh. “I’d be glad to go against you again anytime, sir.”

– – – – –

When you got back on the ground and out of your jet, you were almost immediately wrapped up into a hug by Mickey. You barked out a laugh as he twirled you around before letting your feet hit the tarmac again. And Rueben pat your back as you walked back to the rec room. When you entered, you were immediately surrounded by almost everyone.

They were congratulating you on being the only person to out maneuver and beat Maverick. And Natasha immediately pulled you into a hug. You held onto your flight helmet and hugged her back. “Demon, that was amazing.” She said as you pulled away and you flipped the imaginary hair over your shoulder.

“I just assessed him.”

She shook her head. “You’re just humble.”

You smiled before spotting Bob over her shoulder. He was fidgeting with the zipper of his flight suit nervously like he was waiting his turn to speak.

“Demon? Could I talk to you really quickly?” He asked and you nodded, schooling your expression back into a neutral one. You both stepped off to the side as everyone else moved to Rueben and Mickey to congratulate them as well. “I really just wanted to apologize for earlier? If you felt patronized, I never meant for it to come across like that. Because I certainly don’t understand how you feel in this field as a woman but I’ve seen the way other women are treated and it literally makes my skin crawl because you’re obviously amazing and good at what you do so what does it matter that you’re a woman and-”

“Hey- breathe, Floyd.” You gently interrupted him, getting a little worried that he wasn’t taking in enough oxygen. He stopped and looked at you, his ears going red.

“I…was rambling.” You nodded and saw the flush move to his face. “God- I-I’m sorry, I just- when you snapped earlier, I felt really bad and I wanted you to know that I wasn’t trying to assume you couldn’t handle yourself.”

You sighed and finally gave him a smile. “It’s okay, really. I’m sorry I snapped. It wasn’t fair to you. Looking back on it, I know you were just trying to be nice, it’s just…” you sighed softly. “I’ve dealt with plenty of men in the past who aren’t as kind as you were trying to be. I guess it was just a kneejerk reaction.”

“Well, I can promise you. I would never do that. I think if I did, my ma would throttle me.” Bob seemed to shudder at that and it made you laugh. And caused him to smile.

“Well, I believe you. Thank you for clarifying it with me, Robert.”

You watched as the flush that was starting to fade flared up again. And you could see it went down his neck a little. “Uh, l-like I said, just Bob is okay.”

You looked at him before smirking playfully and gently pushed at his chest with your helmet. “I think I like Robert.”

He cleared his throat and glanced around. “Uh…your helmet is cool..! I like the colors.” You could tell he was trying to change the subject, so you decided to give him a reprieve and talk about the choices you had made when designing it. The vibrant pinks and reds and purples and the font choice.

Well, a reprieve for now. Seeing the wizzo getting that flustered was a little amusing. You liked seeing that.

– – – – –

Bob

Well that was beyond terrifying. Javy had gone into G-LOC when practicing the climb for Coffin Corner. It had been close, but luckily, Maverick had been able to wake him up just in time before colliding with the ground. And luckily, he was fine. He’d probably get evaluated once they landed, but he was alive and that’s what mattered. They were counting their blessings.

“That was close.” Natasha said as she became level with Maverick’s plane. Bob could only nod in agreement.

“Too close.” And that’s when everything seemed to go to shit. “Bird strike! Bird strike!” Maverick called, but it was too late. The bird had flown straight into the left engine of the plane and a fire ignited. Bob’s anxiety immediately spiked, but he reigned himself in. He needed to try and help Natasha however he could.

“Phoenix, left engine’s on fire!” Granted, he sounded much more panicked than he intended but at least Natasha seemed to have a level head.

She pulled the throttle and immediately raised their jet further into the air, working to try and extinguish the fire so they could land safely. “Throttling back. Shutting off fuel to the left engine. Extinguishing fire.” She flicked up the cover over one of the buttons and pressed it.

And the fire went out, but Bob’s panic rose when alarms kept beeping and his system displayed more problems. “Right engine is out!”

“It’s still spinning. Try to restart it.” They both flicked a couple of their switches, trying to regain control over the situation.

Bob barely heard Maverick come in over comms over his own pulse, Natasha, and the alarms. “Phoenix, it’s on fire! Don’t start–”

“Throttling up.” And Natasha tried taking them even higher into the air, but it didn’t work. They started spiraling towards the ground. And Bob was feeling the panic start to rise more.

“We’re on fire! Phoenix, we’re on fire!”

“Damn it!” The alarms were blaring even louder. They were almost distracting. “Extinguishing right engine.”

“Phoenix, Bob! Punch out! Punch out!” Maverick’s voice sounded a bit panicked while still trying to remain calm for their sakes, but Bob was so focused on all of his system in the back, red flashing brightly everywhere amongst the green.

“Warning lights everywhere! Hydraulic failure!”

He saw Natasha briefly looking behind her towards him before turning back around. She moved the control stick around frantically, but it did nothing. “I can’t control it!”

“We’re going down, Phoenix! We’re going in! We’re going in!” Bob was freaked out and they were losing altitude fast. How had this happened?

“You can’t save it. Eject, eject!” Maverick’s voice was calmer than he expected this time. But his clear and concise voice seemed to break Natasha out of her panic.

“Eject, eject, eject!” Natasha’s voice finally got Bob to snap out of it too. He reached down and yanked on the ejection handle, shooting out of their jet. And a few seconds later, Natasha followed. They were alive. That’s what mattered.

– – – – –

They both were laying in the same hospital room. They’d had countless scans and x-rays at this point, Bob had lost count. He was just thankful both he and Natasha seemed to have walked away with nothing more than a few bruises and would probably be sore in the morning. But the hospital wanted to observe them over night just in case.

Most everyone had come by to check in on them. Bradley hadn’t, but he’d texted Natasha, letting her know that Maverick had informed him of their condition and that he was glad they were okay. Even Jake had stopped by with Javy to make sure they were okay. Bob was a bit surprised by that, but he didn’t mind. He was actually glad to see Jake had still been worried. And that Javy was feeling better after his G-LOC scare.

The only other person who hadn’t stopped by was you. And he seriously wondered why. He and Natasha had been laying there, just talking about anything to keep their minds off of having to be stuck in the hospital when the door opened.

“Lieutenant, it is 10 minutes until visiting hours are over.” The nurse was saying.

“Well, then I still have 10 minutes and you have no right to deny me seeing my friends. I’ll leave when the 10 minutes are up.” You said as you strode into the hospital room, moving immediately to Natasha. The nurse huffed, seemingly irritated with you, but she left the room. Bob watched as you leaned down and hugged Natasha carefully. “How are you?”

“Lucky. No injuries except a couple bruises from a bit of a rougher landing.” Natasha said and you heaved a sigh of relief.

“Thank god. I was so worried listening in. It was bad enough hearing Maverick panic trying to get Coyote awake. But hearing you guys panicking was terrifying.” You said. Bob felt his heart flutter again. You were worried for them. Terrified even. In the past couple weeks, you and him had gotten a little closer. He’d classify you guys as friends. It turned out you were a bit of a reader like he was and it was nice to geek out a little over series you both had read.

He watched as Natasha’s voice turned a little hushed. He couldn’t hear what she said, but she was smirking. And he watched as you rolled your eyes. Before moving to him.

“How are you feeling, pretty boy?” You asked. This had become a constant. If it wasn’t you calling him Robert, it was pretty boy. And every time, without fail, it made him flush.

“I’m fine. I came in feeling a bit nauseous and with a bit of a headache. So they were worried I had a concussion or whiplash. But I’m good on both fronts so I’ll be cleared to fly by tomorrow morning.” He explained and you nodded.

You stood there for a moment before you just moved forward and hugged him. It wasn’t dramatic or tight. It was a simple hug. But he froze and his eyes went wide. You’d never hugged him before. You were really only physically affectionate with Natasha. And technically with the other aviators, like Mickey, it was forced affection that you put up with.

“I’m glad you’re okay…” You whispered as his arms slowly wrapped around you to return the hug.

“You don’t have to worry, Demon. I’m just fine.” He whispered back. You pulled away – much too soon in his opinion – and gave him a small smile.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow on base. I should go before that nurse tears my head off.” He chuckled a little and nodded as you walked back to the door. Before you left though, you gave him one final look. “I’m really glad you’re okay, Robert. Glad both of you are. Goodnight.” And you left.

There was his heart fluttering again. Just how genuine you sounded and the look on your face made his heart skip beats. And the way you called him Robert had his face flushing. He could hear Natasha chuckling as she laid in her hospital bed.

“What are you chuckling at?”

“Oh nothing, Robert.” She teased and he just rolled his eyes at her. He didn’t miss the fact that he didn’t get flustered when she called him Robert. It felt more like a sister purposefully trying to irritate her brother, but he chose to ignore the glaringly obvious.

Maybe there was something there.

But that thought was quickly squashed. He didn’t have time to think like that. They were going to be flying for this mission in less than a week. They needed to be ready.

– – – – –

This was it. They were going on this mission. Maverick was team leader, Bradley was with them. And he, Mickey, Reuben, and Natasha were the Foxtrot teams he’d chosen. They were actually doing this.

When glancing around, he’d seen the way Jake was obviously tense at being denied the role he’d wanted, being placed on reserves. He could tell his ego and pride were bruised. And if he hadn’t known you very well, he would’ve thought you just seemed indifferent.

Except he did know you. You both knew one another well by this point. As annoying as some of the people here could be, he loved and cared for every single person of this squadron. He saw the way your right hand gripped your left wrist tighter behind your back. And the way your jaw clenched and unclenched slightly. And the slightly downcast look in your eyes before your attention was forward again as if you weren’t phased. You were disappointed, but resigned to having been placed on reserve. And it made his chest ache a little to see just how upset you were, even if you only allowed your body to show it for a split second. He’d noticed you.

He was making sure all his tactical gear was on and held his helmet in his hands. He took a deep breath as he gazed into his helmet at the picture he kept taped in there. It was of him, his four sisters, and his mother. He always kept it in his helmet, kept them close. Kept them tucked away to keep them safe. It was a reminder for him of what he was flying and fighting for. And more of a reason to fight to come home.

There was a small knock and turned his head, seeing you standing there. You were also in full flight gear, ready to be standing by in case you were needed.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” He shut his locker and walked over to you, both of you starting to walk through the halls to get up on deck. You caught sight of the picture in his helmet and looked at him as you both walked.

“That your family?” He nodded a little, glancing at you. “You’re the only boy?”

Bob chuckled a little. “The middle child too. But I love my sisters and my mom. They all mean the world to me. They’re what I fight for day in and day out.”

“That’s good.” You both walked in silence until you got on deck, seeing the flight crew bustling around to get ready to launch the team into the sky. He took a deep breath and gripped his helmet a little tighter. He knew the danger of this mission. He knew just how at risk they all were, they all did. But even so, at that moment, he couldn’t help but think back to the disappointed look on her face he’d seen. He was thinking of her over himself.

“Demon, listen. I’m sure Maverick choosing Rooster wasn’t-”

“I know why he didn’t choose me.” You said simply and Bob just looked at you, giving you the space to keep talking. “I fly too much like him and like Hangman. I take too many risks. Bradshaw is more level headed when he flies. He’s not as much of a rogue missile.”

He was glad you at least hadn’t taken it personally. It still sucked to see you downtrodden, but you weren’t bitter about it. He nodded and took a deep breath. “I should get to Phoenix.”

You nodded and he turned to leave. And he barely heard you call his name over the sounds of everyone on the flight deck. But he had heard you. He could pick your voice out in a crowd easily, he admitted that to himself. He turned towards you and before he could react, your arms were wrapped around him, arms draped around his shoulders and your helmet bumping some of the padding of his gear on his back.

He was completely taken aback at first, since he wasn’t used to you hugging him. The only other time you had was when he was in the hospital and you were just happy he was mostly unscathed. This was different. You were hugging him properly, like your life depended on it. Like his life depended on it. And in a way, it did. And so he did what felt natural and right.

He let his arms wrap around your waist, helmet in one hand and his free one on your back to pull you in just a little closer against him. Just in case. He didn’t want to think like that, but he wanted to really hug you. Just in case…

And you leaned up so you could whisper in his ear, over the sounds of radios and people and jets.

“Be careful and come back safe, okay, Robert?”

He felt the heat from hearing his full name on your lips creep up the back of his neck and his heart flutter in his chest at your low and calm voice. But you weren’t saying it with the usual teasing bite. You weren’t trying to fluster him, even though you’d succeeded. Because he could hear it.

It was barely there, it was almost non-existent. But he’d heard it. The quiet tremble when you said his name and the slight shakiness when you let out a soft breath. You were worried. He was sure for the others, and maybe you’d expressed that to them already. But right now, you were worried for him. It made his heart flutter again. But he also felt that deep ache in his chest.

He leaned down to talk to you so you could properly hear him without having to shout. “I will do everything in my power to come home.” His voice was low. He wasn’t promising a sincerity of his return. But he was promising to try. And that was enough.

He felt your arms tighten around him for a second before you were pulling away. And if he was finally being fully honest with himself when it came to you? He didn’t want to let you go. But he did. He had a job to do.

He slipped his helmet on as you did the same, both of you getting ready to head to your respective jets. And you made a move that didn’t just make his heart flutter. It felt like it stopped beating.

You readjusted his glasses for him. A simple act. Inconsequential to most and something he easily could have done himself. But this was you. The steadfast Demon, who tolerated affection from few and willingly accepted it from even fewer. And yet here he was, stunned and pink in the face as he let you do this simple task for him.

“Good luck. And be careful, okay?”

He broke through his flustered daze and couldn’t help but smile at your choice of words. The words he’d said to you before dogfight training that had ticked you off. And so he decided to play into it.

“I don’t need you to tell me that, Demon. I can handle myself in the air just fine.” He threw your words back to you, but it wasn’t snappy or angry. It was playful and it made you smile. Something he didn’t realize he’d needed to see before he saw it. You both nodded to one another before parting ways.

Bob climbed into the back of his and Natasha’s jet, starting to strap himself in and get himself ready.

“What was that about?” Natasha called over some of the noise.

“She was just wishing me luck.” Natasha nodded as she was also strapping in and gave one of the flight deck crew a thumbs up and Bob did the same to his own crew member.

“Let’s do this, Bob.”

Bob took a deep breath and glanced around, nodding. “Let’s do this.”

– – – – –

They’d done it. By some grace of God, they had done it. Definitely not perfectly, not without major scares, but they had done it. The mission was successful, Maverick and Bradley had made it back to the carrier safe and sound. And the entire squadron was back on North Island and had gone to The Hard Deck. Maverick had opted to go back to his place and Bradley actually went with him. The tension between the two that everyone had seen had finally broken when they’d been downed apparently. And thank goodness cause it was getting intense and they both needed that time together. Bob remembered hearing Natasha make a side comment about it being nice to see a smile on Bradley’s face. And he had to agree.

The entire squadron was given a few days reprieve after the mission. They all were exhausted and needed time to destress. So most of their days were spent at The Hard Deck, drinking and enjoying their time together without the stress of an impending mission. But soon enough, they were called back to base.

They were all sitting in a conference room, in their khaki uniforms, waiting for Cyclone to come and speak to them. And by proxy, decide their fates of where they went. Everyone had everything put together. Every insignia and ribbon and hair in place. And then there was Mickey. He was put together sure, but he was rubbing his temples.

“I have the worst fucking headache…”

Everyone else just snickered at him. “Maybe you shouldn’t have drank so much last night, Fanboy.” Javy stated and Mickey waved him off.

“And I thought I was bad.” Maverick stated and Bradley scoffed.

“You can be, old man.” And the entire group let out a soft laugh.

“What do you think is gonna happen next?” Reuben asked and the whole group went a little quiet.

“What else? We’ll probably be sent back to where we were stationed before this whole thing.” Natasha said. Always the pragmatist. And that made the group go silent. They’d all gotten so accustomed to one another, becoming a stable team, that the thought of parting ways filled each of them with a little bit of dread. Bob even noticed the way Jake shifted, like the idea didn’t thrill him.

And Bob felt his own dread. He didn’t want to leave. As much as he’d liked living in Lemoore, he wasn’t noticed there like he was here. These people, the people he’d come to love like a second family over the past few weeks. These people saw him. They recognized him for what he was and who he was. They included him in their plans without having to remember he even existed. Not to mention, he and Natasha were like two peas in a pod. They could practically read each other's minds.

And you. He’d finally started to admit to himself that maybe, maybe there was something there. That all his little heart flutters meant something and the way your gazes would lock for just a second longer than was normal. The times you all would go out to The Hard Deck and you’d laugh with him as you drank and he’d drive you back to the barracks to make sure you were okay. He glanced over at you and your side profile. He could see it in the way the muscle of your jaw was tense. You didn’t want to leave either.

He loved Lemoore. But he loved this place so much more.

The door opened and they all immediately stood up at attention as Cyclone and Warlock entered the conference room. “You all may be seated.” The admiral spoke and they all took their seats again. Everyone was quiet and tense, but they didn’t speak. “I wanted to start off by thanking all of you. You all have done exceptionally well and I am very pleased to see all of you returned home safe and sound.

There was a quiet murmur of a chorus of “thank you sir” that came from all the aviators as they sat there. Bob noticed your leg had started bouncing and your hand tapped the fabric of the seat you sat in. He moved without much thought, still looking forward as his hand came closer to yours under the protection of the table. His pinkie gently brushed yours and you stopped fidgeting. You went tense for a moment before he felt your pinkie link with his. As if it was a quiet promise. And he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Now I’m sure you’re wondering where you’re going next.” Cyclone’s words cut through the comfort and everyone fell utterly silent. It sounded like no one was even breathing as they all awaited the worst but hoped for the best. “While normally, you’d be sent back to your former deployments, I’ve spoken with higher ups and your former commanding officers. And if you all would like, I am offering you all the ability to remain stationed here in North Island as a permanent special squadron with Captain Mitchell as your commanding officer. If he’ll take the position.”

Everyone looked between one another with pure hope and excitement. They all turned their gaze to Maverick, looking at him with that same hopeful look. All like kids hoping their dad would say yes about going to get ice cream.

“May I have a little bit of time to think about it, sir?” That confused everyone. Why would he need time to think about it?

“Of course, captain.”

Only about 15 seconds passed before Maverick was smiling. “I’ll do it.” And everyone else smiled happily at one another. Bob swore he saw a hint of a smile on Cyclone’s face. Maybe. He also was coming up on the time he needed to get his annual eye check, so maybe his prescription just wasn’t as good anymore.

“Wonderful. There’s some paperwork you’ll all need to fill out but after that, you’ll be an official special ops unit.”

Everyone thanked him profusely. But all Bob could think about was how your pinkie had never unlinked from his. And seeing you smiling so wide. He knew now. He wanted to always see you smiling like that. He wanted to be the reason you smiled like that. He was in love with you and he wasn’t denying those flutters anymore.

– – – – –

“Fanboy, I’m so doomed.” Upon being approved for the specialty squadron, the entirety of the Daggers decided to move out of the base barracks and find apartments around town. Some of them doubled up, like Rueben and Mickey had done. But others had opted for small, single apartments.

Bob was currently moving into his apartment, with Mickey helping to carry the last of the boxes up from Bob’s truck, when Bob proclaimed his own doom.

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“I…” Bob sighed as he set the box he was carrying on the floor and turned to him. He set his hands on his hips, much like his own mother would when attempting to parent him and his sisters, and stared Mickey down. “You have to swear to secrecy. No blabbing. Because if this gets around to Hangman, I think I might combust or kill someone. And I haven’t decided which one it’ll be yet.”

Mickey slowly set his box down, confused. “Okay..? I’m sworn, man. What’s going on?” He sounded serious as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts and Bob sighed.

“I…think I might have feelings for Demon…” He did have feelings for you. He didn’t think, he knew. But he didn’t want to sound like he was desperate or anything. It’s not like he hadn’t stopped thinking about the way he had almost been holding your hand, not at all! Plus, it was already a gamble telling Mickey any of this since he did get so easily overexcited.

And he was already dreading his decision with the smirk he saw coming onto his fellow WSO’s face. “Oh I owe Phoenix money.”

“What?” That took Bob by surprise.

“Dude. You realize you aren’t subtle, right?” Bob’s cheeks already felt pink when Mickey continued. “The way you got so guilty after accidentally making her upset, the way you get flustered whenever she calls you pretty boy or Robert, how you got defensive over her when Hangman blatantly insulted her before we had the beach day-”

“Okay- I wasn’t just defending her, I was defending Phoenix too!”

Mickey rose an eyebrow. “Semantics, my friend.” Bob just groaned. “The other night, the way that you were watching her at The Hard Deck in case she needed help. Oh. And let’s not forget, we all saw that hug between you two before the mission.”

Bob’s neck started to feel hot now just remembering the hug. How tightly you’d held onto him and the way you’d whispered in his ear- No! Focus, Robert. He could not be thinking about that right now.

“Listen, Bobby. I think you should go for it.”

Bob’s head shot up and he felt like he was bright red. “No, Fanboy, that’s why I’m doomed. She’s way out of my league! I don’t even stand a snowball’s chance, not of her liking me back. And now I have to work with her day in and day out.”

Mickey looked at him. “Dude. Demon and I have known each other for a while, being deployed in the same places. I have never seen her so affectionate and playful with anyone. Not even with Phoenix. She’s super closed off, man.”

Bob looked at Mickey as he sat on the floor. He hadn’t built any of his furniture yet, so the floor was his best option. Mickey sat opposite of him. Their knees were up, with Mickey resting his arms on his knees and Bob hugged his own to his chest.

“I just don’t know. She’s just so amazing and I’m just…me.” He said quietly.

“Yeah, you’re you!” Mickey said, gesturing to him. “You’re an amazing guy. Not to mention, you go out of your way to respect everyone. She would be insanely lucky to be with a guy like you. Cause believe me. She deserves to have a guy who treats her right but doesn’t demean her. Who doesn’t talk down to her.” His voice was more serious now. And Bob registered that seriousness. Mickey was someone who was always playful. So when he was serious? He meant it.

“What should I do?” He asked. “I don’t even know how I’m supposed to ask her out.”

Mickey smiled and moved to sit directly next to Bob. “Maybe go to her place. She’s one of the ones who got an apartment for herself, so you shouldn’t be interrupted. Just be yourself and be honest.”

Bob looked over at him and smiled. “Okay. Thanks, Fanboy.” He said. Mickey grinned and threw an arm around his shoulders.

“No problem, Bobby! What are friends for?”

– – – – –

You

You had finally finished moving into your apartment. You actually lived in the same building as Natasha and Bradley, they were just on the floor below you. So you weren’t entirely alone, which was a bit of a comfort.

You were busy attempting to build your coffee table – Bradley had been sweet enough to help put your couch and your bookshelf together for you. And you weren’t expecting anyone, especially since no one had texted you specifically. They all had talked in their squadron group chat – the less formal one that didn’t have Maverick in it – about going out to The Hard Deck, but you’d opted out, as well as Bob had. You wanted to get more unpacking done and Bob had said he didn’t feel like being super social, which you totally got.

Jake threw in a comment along the lines of “you guys are both the same level of boring, you’d be perfect for each other.” You and Bob ignored it.

Though, Jake wasn’t wrong. You’d been thinking a lot recently. Ever since that dogfight training where he’d gone out of his way to apologize to you, you really noticed him for the first time. And when he and Natasha had to eject, it terrified her. Of course, for Natasha because she was probably your closest friend amongst the Dagger squad.

But the thought of both of them getting hurt made you feel sick to your stomach. It was then, when you saw Bob in the hospital, that you realized something. Bob meant something to you, more than just a simple, deeper connection. And that scared you.

You were startled out of your thoughts on Bob when there was a knock on your door. You raised an eyebrow and stretched, your back popping from being hunched over the instructions. You quickly fixed the cropped hoodie and sweatpants you were wearing before opening the door and your eyebrows raising.

“Pretty boy.” Bob was standing there with a bit of an awkward smile, and the trademark blush that always came with the nickname. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to seeing him in civilian clothes. A pair of faded jeans, tucked over cowboy boots, dogtags resting over a t-shirt and an old jacket of his that still seemed to have Montana dust stuck to it, even years later. You crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe. “I thought you didn’t feel up to being social.”

Bob rubbed the back of his neck and smiled shyly. “Sorry, I should’ve texted you. Is now a bad time?”

“Nah, I’m just busy trying to decipher the instructions for my coffee table.” He laughed a little and you couldn’t help the smile that came to your face. “Come in.” You stepped to the side and he came in, looking around.

“It’s looking great so far.” He complimented as you went into the kitchen.

“Thanks. Bradshaw came up and built my bookshelf and my couch for me while I did some unpacking. I promised him I’d take him to lunch for it and I swear, he did it so fast.” You said, hearing Bob laugh again. God, his laugh was so cute. “Did you want any water?”

“Sure!” You grabbed a couple bottles of water from the fridge and came back out into the living room, seeing him looking through some of the stuff on your book shelf.

“I don’t have my glasses unpacked yet, so I hope a water bottle is alright.” He turned to you and gave you that charming smile. One that made your heart flutter.

“Oh I don’t mind. Thanks.” He said, catching the one you tossed to him. You both sat down on your couch and you stretched your limbs again. “Has it been that rough with building this coffee table?” He sounded like he was teasing you a little. You gave him a flat look and he smiled a little awkwardly.

“I’m not used to this stuff. Organizing? Sure. Building shit? I’m figuring it out.” You said and he chuckled softly. You both fell into silence. But to you, the silence was nice. And it gave you time to admire the man that was Bob Floyd.

And God was he an infuriatingly hot man. Because he wasn’t showy about it. He didn’t lead with the fact that he was hot. He led with the fact that he was kind and respectful and well mannered and put together. He was hot and respectful, it felt like a dream. And God, you thought he was hot after a flight. In his flight suit, starting to take pieces of it off and his hair messy from his helmet, glasses ever so slightly askew.

“Demon?” You snapped out of it and focused when he spoke. You looked at him and realized he was just staring at his boot. “Could I talk to you about something? It’s important.”

“Course. Shoot.” You took a sip from your water bottle and leaned back on the couch, watching him. He was fidgeting with the label of the water bottle in his hands as he sighed.

“Listen. I’m not always the best with my words. But…this past month has been life changing for me in a lot of ways. Back in Lemoore, I was content, but I wasn’t seen. I came here and everyone has made me feel seen. Especially you.” He looked at you and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Even if we started off a little rocky, I’ve grown to care a lot for you. And you mean a whole hell of a lot to me. Things have seemed small, but they weren’t small to me. I didn’t think I’d grow to care so much about you in this way and yet here I am.” His hands were shaking, so he set his water bottle down on the floor and clasped them together as he sat there.

You were just watching him, your heart racing. You just wanted him to say it already.

“Look. I’m just gonna say it. I am not the best with words. I get nervous and I know I ramble and I know that can be annoying. And I know I’m super quiet and a little awkward and I know I’m definitely not someone like Hangman, but-”

That was it. He was starting to ramble and your patience, famously short, had reached its limit. You stood up and stood in front of him. He looked up at you, those beautiful blue eyes practically shining behind his aviator glasses.

“Shut the hell up.” Before he could even react, your hands grabbed his dogtags and pulled him closer, leaning down and kissing him. You felt the way he tensed under you, frozen out of shock. His hands were up, hovering over your hips – you could practically feel the heat emanating from them. And he finally responded.

He kissed you back and his hands carefully grabbed your hips, like he wasn’t sure where his hands were meant to go. And it was so endearing to you. You kept one hand gripping his dogtags as your other hand rested against the back of his neck. You felt the way he shivered at your touch and you had to try as hard as you could not to smirk.

It started simple before you took the initiative to deepen the kiss, adding your tongue to the kiss. You felt the way he melted and almost nervously let his tongue brush yours. And the sound he made. It was practically a whimper that came from the back of his throat. Now you were smirking.

He slowly grew a little more confident, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter and trying to pull you closer and into his lap. However, you weren’t going to let him take control so easily.

You took the hand from his neck and rested it on the cushion of the couch behind him to steady yourself as you pulled away from the kiss. He was panting, his breath shaky as he looked up at you. And here you were thinking he couldn’t get any hotter.

His hair was a little messier and the edges on the lenses of his glasses were fogged up from the natural heat that occurred between you two. His lips were kiss swollen and his face was a bright red. And those pretty blue eyes of his were unfocused, his pupils dilated. He tried to lean up to kiss you again, but you weren’t letting him. Your hand that was wrapped around his dogtags pushed against his chest, pressing his back to the back of the couch. You heard his breath hitch as he looked up at you.

“Listen here. You are literally the most perfect man I have ever met.” His eyes widened a little as you spoke. “I care about you, Robert. I have for a long time now. You make me feel things that I didn’t think were actually possible. I do not want a Hangman. Trust me. In my past squadrons and even in my dating life, I’ve had Hangmans. I don’t want someone like him.

“I want someone like you. Someone who would never try to tell me not to do something I’m passionate about or doubt me. Someone who will treat me with the kind of respect that I crave every fucking day of my life.” You looked down at him, bringing your hand from the cushion next to his head to rest against his cheek. “I want a Bob in my life. I want you.”

Bob was wide eyed as he listened to your confession. But he was starting to smile. That beautiful, amazing, hot smile. “I was rambling, huh?”

You smirked a little and nodded. “You were. Sorry for the interruption. I’m a little impatient.” You felt his thumbs caressing your hips through the sweatpants you were wearing.

“Really? I never would’ve been able to guess.” He teased. You rose an eyebrow and pushed at his chest again, pressing him to the couch – just to hear that sweet little hitch of his breath.

“Oh. You have no idea just how impatient I can be, pretty boy.” You said, watching as his pupils dilated again, staring up at you.

“I’d be willing to find out.” He breathed out and you smirked. You backed away, but pulled him up by his dogtags. And you dragged him towards your bedroom, both of you smiling at each other like love sick idiots.

And both of your hearts fluttering in tandem with one another.

END

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dirty-limits · 11 days ago

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"are you sure you want to do this?"

who: bob floyd x reader (top gun: maverick) tw: making out, heavy petting, slight orgasm denial (he just doesn't wanna cum in his pants), dry humping, lower case writing intended, no beta reading we die like men, etc. (do lmk if i need to add any i've missed) wc: 1.1k

you didn't really think this is where you would be at the end of the night after leaving the Hard Deck. in the back of bob floyd's truck seated on his lap with your hands running over his body as your lips danced in an intense tango as his palms ran from the plump of your ass to the sides of your jaw as if you had any thought of pulling away from him.

all that could be heard was the moans and groans from the sweet man under you while you rocked your hips up and down then side to side. anything to continue those sweet sounds that just continued to escape him.

oh, you didn't think the tension between you both that had been simmering since the start of top gun would ever break. bob was too much of a respectable man to even think of crossing that line that was there when you had also danced along it… anything to get him to cross it.

from the long holding grip you would have on his well-toned arms that were now currently wrapped around your waist, to the longing stares you sent him that were obvious to everyone but him.

not that it wasn’t obvious to him, bob floyd wasn’t an oblivious idiot, he just didn't think you would ever think actually being with him, let alone be this moment ever happening in his lifetime. he had come to terms with the fact that you were out of league long ago when he had first met you that first night at the hard deck when you came in with natasha.

knocking hangman down a peg or two from his self-appointed high pedestal in a few matches of pool, to the rowdy singing alongside rooster that lively night. his eyes were on you, and he couldn't tear them away from your shining form. to him, you were the sun, moon, and stars.

months of pining for the other were torture for both you and everyone around you. to the point where they decided enough was enough and let jake do what he does best. talk his mouth off and have it directed at you two (with the occasionally quick quip from natasha to help stir the pot even more). letting the tension and attraction get to an all-time high to the point where it couldn’t be ignored anymore.

which led to where you two were at now… with bob floyd's hands on you hoping you would never leave.

never in his wildest dreams and his waking moments did he think this time would ever come. sure, he wanted to do it in the proper gentlemanly way. asking you out on a date (maybe some restaurant along the beach), followed by a few dates of courting, that would then eventually lead to both of you heating things up on the couch of either of yalls place.

sure, the whole thing had been blown out of the order he had originally wanted to take from the beginning (he really been planning on asking you to a date today once everyone was already leaving the bar, but heated questions were thrown at both of you and the teasing from jake and natasha weren't really helping calm the fire between you two), but he also wasn't going to complain about having you on his lap kissing him with heated might that every lock of the lips were making his brain slowly throw out any thought that wasn't about you and how you felt up against him.

with nothing but you in his mind, he quickly picked up on the sudden change in direction your lips were going. the hot searing kisses traveling from his rosey bruised lips to giving little nips at his jaw to the slight suckling feeling he started to feel at his neck.

he was sure this was heaven on earth with the way he felt complete bliss with, but with every thump of his quick pacing heart he completely forgot the level of control he tried to have over himself as he was on the precipice of cumming straight in his pants. the tantalizing movements your hips were working on him to the sweet nips you were now giving to that sensitive spot below his ear, he just couldn't have that be the first sexual memory you would have together for the first time. so, against his nagging thoughts of wanting to continue, he brought his hands up to your shoulders and gently started to move you back.

this action didn't get past you as you tried pressing forward to lick more at the sheen thin layer of sweat that was starting to develop on his neck.

“bobby, what's wrong? Did I do something?” oh how your caring heart never failed to warm his soul.

“no, nothing bad was happening. i just needed you to hold off a bit before i made a mess of myself in front of you.” his montana drawl was deeply weighted in his words and that lit the fire in you even more, but nothing could have prepared you for the slight that your eyes feasted on as they trailed up his body from the buckle of his belted jeans to the front of his face as started to settle on in the dark space of his backseat.

the quick rise and fall of his broad chest.

the slightly parted bruised rosey lips.

the red tinted flushed cheeks.

and the cherry on top of this delicious ice cream, the government issued glasses that would normally be seated on the ridge of his nose were now skewed and fogged on his pretty face.

never was there a prettier sight than this. while he's trying to calm himself from the tightening strain he had in his pants, you were trying to remember whose place was closest.

the sight itself had you moving your hips again, completely forgetting why you stopped in the first place, but this wasn't lost on him. As he quickly jumped to move his hands to anchor your hips in place, his wide blown out eyes quickly went to your face.

“are you sure you want to do this? how about we go to my place? yeah? then we can either continue or just talk. whatever you wanna do.” that heavy country drawl of his just kept seeping into his words as he tried to lift you as much as he could to make space between your heated center and his twitching length that was ready to bust at any moment now.

oh lord you were going to be the death of him and he wouldn't have a problem with it.

“Bobby, if you didn't stop me, I was going to continue and never stop.” oh lord indeed.

a/n: this wasn't meant to be sexual at all!!! i originally wanted to write it with the purpose of putting it out there that making out with someone who wears glasses and seeing their glasses getting skewed on their face is really hot.

#bob floyd x reader #tgm x reader #top gun maverick x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #top gun x you #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd oneshot #lewis pullman characters #bob floyd

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promisingyounglady · 1 year ago

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stranger. | BB x Reader

SYNOPSIS: drunk hookup, no names exchanged, bradley is a pussy eating king.

PAIRING: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

You pant, breathing heavily

“W-What’s your name again?”

A head pops up from in between your legs, giving you a sight that makes you delirious from the sheer sexiness of it all.

He’s golden, the warm light from the bedside table lamp, casting a glow on his pink cheeks. Dog tags hang from his collar bones.

He’s got pretty eyes, a strong nose and a shit-eating grin covered by a mustache that’s dripping in your slick.

You hadn’t even had time to even exchange names, only knowing that you were mutual friends of Jake who met at tonight’s party. One too many shots later and you’re here getting eaten out by a fighter pilot you don’t even know the name of.

He comes forward, leaning into your breath as he mutters softly. “Bradley. Bradshaw.”

You moan, feeling how his hands slide up your body as he utters his name, embarrassingly squirming under his touch.

“Say it back” He requests, deep brown eyes gazing into yours.

You oblige, moaning his name in a breathless whisper.

“Bradley”

He smiles, kissing you to shut you up before he goes down back in between your legs, pecks littered against the flesh of your inner thighs.

“Say my name and then ask me to eat you out”

You almost can’t believe your ears. You look down, gripping the sheets as you stare the smug bastard down.

“Nicely” he adds, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit as he smirks.

You throw your head back, eyes shutting as you mumble embarrassingly. “Eat me bradley”

His hands roam to your tits, giving them a squeeze

“Louder” he replies, muffled as he’s concentrated in stuffing his face in your vagina, choosing to give small unsatisfying licks until you say it properly.

You cry out, chest rising. “Eat me out, Bradley” you grit, moaning when he finally swipes his nose along your pussy, giving you what you want.

“I don’t like you.” you huff, glaring at the head of hair you’re running your hands through.

You feel him smile against your mound, coming up to snarkily change the topic.

“What’s your name?”

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aquaholicsanonymousworld · 5 months ago

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The Edge of the Sky

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Sister!Reader

Summary: Growing up with Rooster and Hangman, you never imagined that one day, the cocky, insufferable pilot would be the one to turn your world upside down. As the three of you push yourselves to the limits in the Top Gun program, old rivalries and new emotions collide. When a near-disastrous accident forces you to confront feelings you never saw coming, you’re left wondering: has the man you spent your whole life rolling your eyes at been the one all along?

The heat of the San Diego sun bore down on you as you leaned back on your hands, watching the Top Gun squad argue over whose fault it was that their last play had gone to hell. A volleyball spun lazily in the air before bouncing onto the sand near your feet. You could already see the smug look on Hangman’s face before you even glanced up.

"Well, well, well," Hangman drawled, stepping closer, hands on his hips. "If it isn’t Rooster’s little sister, here to grace us with her overwhelming lack of athletic ability."

You rolled your eyes, tossing the ball back to him. "I’m not the one who just got spiked on by Phoenix."

Phoenix smirked as she dusted sand off her hands. "Damn right he did."

Hangman caught the ball effortlessly and twirled it on his finger. "That was a tactical error. I was busy strategizing."

Rooster scoffed. "Yeah? Strategizing how to lose?"

"That’s funny, Bradshaw. Remind me, who’s winning again?" Hangman gestured at the scoreboard scratched into the sand. His team was up by four points, but if you had to guess, it wasn’t the game that mattered—it was the bragging rights.

You smirked, shaking your head at their antics, before standing and dusting sand off your legs. "Alright, boys, keep measuring whatever it is you’re measuring. Some of us need water before we die of heat stroke."

As you walked off toward the cooler, you felt Hangman’s eyes on you. You were used to it—he’d always been Rooster’s cocky, infuriating friend, the guy you’d grown up rolling your eyes at. But lately, there was something different about the way he looked at you. Maybe you were imagining it. Maybe not. Either way, you refused to give it another thought.

Training was brutal the next morning. Maverick was running you all ragged, pushing the limits of your speed and endurance in the air. You and Hangman had been paired for dogfighting drills, which meant you spent most of your time cursing his name as he pulled impossible maneuvers that left you struggling to keep up.

"Damn it, Hangman!" you hissed through the comms as he cut in front of you with zero warning. "A little heads-up next time?"

His laugh crackled through your earpiece. "Where’s the fun in that?"

You ground your teeth, banking hard to the right. The two of you went at it, testing the limits of your jets and your patience, until Maverick finally called for a break. When you landed, you barely made it five steps before Rooster was in your face, arms crossed.

"You realize you’re playing right into his hands, right?" Rooster said, jabbing a finger at your chest. "He loves getting under your skin. It’s his favorite hobby."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, well, unfortunately, I have better things to do than worry about Hangman’s hobbies."

"Do you?" Rooster asked, skeptical. "Because from where I’m standing, it looks like he’s got you on edge."

You waved him off. "You’re imagining things."

But Rooster wasn’t done. He leaned in, lowering his voice. "Just... be careful, alright? Hangman’s a lot of things, but he’s not the kind of guy who—"

"I know exactly what kind of guy he is," you interrupted. "And trust me, I’m not interested."

Rooster gave you a long, knowing look before shaking his head. "If you say so."

A week later, everything changed.

It was supposed to be a standard training run. Nothing out of the ordinary. But then, in the blink of an eye, Hangman’s jet stalled.

"Eject, eject!" Maverick’s voice rang through the comms as Hangman’s jet spiraled. You felt your stomach drop.

And then, the parachute deployed. Hangman drifted down, landing hard in the desert just outside the airstrip. You were out of your jet before you even registered moving, sprinting toward the medics loading him onto a stretcher.

"Move!" you barked at one of the techs, shoving past them until you were at Hangman’s side. He groaned, wincing as he blinked up at you.

"Well, would you look at that," he murmured, voice rough but teasing. "Didn’t know you cared, darlin’."

Your heart was in your throat. "Shut up, Seresin."

But he just smirked. "You’re holding my hand, sweetheart."

You looked down. Sure enough, your fingers were wrapped tightly around his. You snatched your hand back as if burned, face flushing.

Rooster appeared at your side, arms crossed. "Huh. That’s an interesting reaction."

"Oh, screw you," you snapped, spinning on your heel and marching away before either of them could see the panic on your face.

Hangman, from his place on the stretcher, just grinned. "I think she likes me."

Rooster scowled. "Don’t push your luck."

The Hard Deck was packed that night, the bar alive with laughter and music as the squad gathered to celebrate Hangman getting cleared. The moment he walked in, the cheers went up, and he grinned like he owned the place.

Hangman raised his arms, basking in the applause. "Damn, feels good to be back! Miss me that much?" he called out, flashing his signature smirk as the squad clapped him on the back and pulled him into hugs. "Don't worry, your favorite pilot is still in one piece."

You were already at the bar, sipping your drink when he sauntered over, leaning against the counter beside you. "Didn’t think I’d see you over here all by your lonesome."

You smirked, not looking at him. "Figured I’d take a break from the testosterone overload."

He chuckled, ordering a drink before turning to face you fully. "So, about earlier—"

"Not happening," you cut in quickly, taking another sip.

He tilted his head, a knowing glint in his eye. "Oh, I think it is."

You finally met his gaze, and for the first time, you didn’t see just the cocky pilot who had been in your life for years. You saw something else—something dangerous, something tempting.

Your voice was quieter when you spoke. "What if it is?"

Hangman didn't hesitate. "Then I guess it's time I finally say it—you're the woman of my dreams."

You blinked, caught off guard by his directness, your heart hammering against your ribs. Before you could overthink it, before Rooster could interrupt with some snide remark, you reached up, grabbed the collar of his flight suit, and kissed him.

The bar erupted in cheers, the squad whooping and clapping, pounding on tables like they’d been waiting for this moment all along.

When you pulled back, Hangman smirked down at you, a little breathless. "Shoulda done that a long time ago, sweetheart."

Rooster, standing off to the side with his arms crossed, let out a long, suffering sigh. "If you break her heart, Hangman, I’ll break your face."

Hangman only grinned, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Not a chance, Bradshaw."

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xhazzz · 6 months ago

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Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Bagman

warnings: none.

summary: the cute blonde pilot trying to get your number. and you’re Maverick’s daughter, btw.

a/n: hi to anyone who’s reading this, its my first post so i hope you like it. This might be the first part to a small serie about how you and hangman fall in love. Anyway, enjoy. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIST LENGUAGE, so feel free to correct me if there’s anything wrong :)

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READER’S POV:

Being back home felt strange, like traveling back in time. I remembered how, when I was a kid, my dad and Uncle Goose would sit Bradley and me on the piano and play and sing for hours. Now, here I was, standing behind the bar helping Penny on a busy night.

The Hard Deck was packed—classic for a Friday night. The jukebox music blended with the chatter of the crowd. The place had been full of naval aviators for over an hour, most of them still in uniform, using it as a strategy to attract women. I recognized a few faces—besides Bradley’s—since I had snooped through my dad’s files on the pilots he’d be training.

“What do I have to do to get the pretty girl behind the bar to give me another round?” one of the pilots asked, leaning his elbow on the bar and placing his empty beer bottles in front of me.

“Maybe you just need to ask nicely,” I said with a smile, grabbing the bottles to swap them for fresh ones. His uniform tag read “Seresin”. He was one of my dad’s squadron members. I wouldn’t deny it—he was very attractive: blond, green eyes, and every bit the charming prince. “Here you go, handsome.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said, taking the beers but staying put, leaning against the bar more comfortably. “And if I wanted your number, would I just have to ask nicely for that, too?”

“Is that the line you use on all the girls?” I teased, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You think I’m one of those guys?” he said, pretending to be offended as he took a sip of his beer, never breaking eye contact. “Ouch.”

“I know pilots. You all pretend to be charming and different from the rest,” I replied with a sigh, wiping the bar with a rag. “You think you’re irresistible and that every girl falls for you—even with a stupid mustache, like Rooster’s.”

He glanced over, laughing, and spotted Rooster playing pool with the other pilots.

“The problem is, you’ve only met Chicken. I’m way better than him,” he said, making me pause and lean on the bar in front of him. Bradley had already told me about him.

“You must be Bagman,” I said, laughing.

“Hangman, sweetheart,” he corrected instantly, winking. Okay, he was very attractive. “How do you know my callsign?”

“Oh, trust me, I know way more than you think,” I said, winking back before turning to serve some other guys who had come up to the bar for refills.

It took me about five minutes to serve everyone, and the whole time, I could feel his eyes on me as he sipped his beer, patiently waiting for me to finish.

“So, since you know who I am, maybe you could reconsider giving me your number,” he said, leaning closer from the other side of the bar.

“I don’t know. I don’t think you’re ready for it.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my dad walk in and head straight for the bar to take a seat.

“Hey, darlin’. You know my usual,” my dad said with a smile.

I started preparing his whiskey the way he liked it, aware that Hangman was still waiting at the bar.

“I think I’m more than ready. It’s not every day I meet a gorgeous girl like you,” Hangman said. “All I’m asking for is your number—or at least let me buy you a drink.”

I laughed, shaking my head. Poor guy had no idea what he was in for. I garnished my dad’s glass with a slice of lemon and set it in front of him.

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

“No problem, Dad,” I replied, turning to face the blond pilot with my arms crossed. He took a sip of his beer and nearly choked.

“Dad?” he asked, glancing between me and my father.

“Is there a problem, Lieutenant?” my dad asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“No, sir.”, he replied, pressing his lips together.

“Then you’d better keep your fake charm away from my daughter,” my dad added.

I burst out laughing and leaned over to swap out the pilot’s beer.

“I told you, you weren’t ready for my number,” I said with a smirk before walking away to serve someone else. After saying goodnight to my dad, Hangman finally moved over to the pool table where Rooster and the others were.

“Poor guy, Dad. You scared him,” I said, approaching my father.

“I don’t care. No one’s good enough for my little girl,” he said, rubbing my arm affectionately. “Besides, if he’s really interested, he’ll have to work for it.”

The rest of the night passed quietly, picking up glasses and serving drinks until Penny told me I could clock out. Every now and then, I caught the blond pilot glancing my way, and I couldn’t deny I felt a little disappointed when he backed off after realizing my dad would be his coach. Maybe he was a jerk, like Bradley said.

After saying goodbye to Penny and my dad, I grabbed my denim jacket and stepped out of the Hard Deck. My ears welcomed the silence after the noise inside. As I walked toward the street, I heard someone coming out behind me.

“Hey, wait,” Hangman called out. “Have you reconsidered giving me your number?”

“You never quit, do you?” I laughed, crossing my arms.

“Not when it comes to the prettiest girl in the bar,” he said, mimicking my stance and stepping closer.

“You don’t even know my name—and I don’t really know yours, either, Bagman.”

“Hangman. And it’s Jake,” he said, closing the distance between us and extending his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Jake,” I said, shaking his hand. Mine was noticeably smaller than his, but they fit perfectly.

“Now that we’re properly introduced…” he started, still holding my hand.

“If you figure out my name, maybe I’ll give you my number,” I teased, pulling my hand away. “Goodnight, Jake.”

I took a few steps away and glanced back at him. He stood there, shaking his head and laughing softly, hands on his hips.

“Hope you’re free tomorrow night, sweetheart,” he called out loud enough for me to hear as I walked away.

“We’ll see, Bagman,” I replied.

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JAKE’S POV:

“Give me 200 more, Hangman,” Maverick shouted with a grin on his face, standing in front of me. This man was enjoying himself.

“What’s up with you, man?” Fanboy asked after finishing his push-ups. “Is it because of that girl last night? The one who didn’t give you her number?”

“She’s not just any girl, dude,” I replied between sets. “She’s Mav’s daughter.”

“No way,” my friend said, laughing. “Maverick’s daughter is what’s got you so distracted today?”

“Shut your mouth,” I muttered, noticing Rooster laughing at me from a distance.

By the end of the day’s training, we were all in the locker room, peeling off our flight suits. While everyone else was chatting about who should buy drinks tonight, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Not just because I didn’t get her number—though, to be honest, that didn’t happen to me often—but because she was truly stunning. I knew that the more I saw her behind the Hard Deck bar, the more she’d catch my attention.

“So, Hangman… last night you met Daddy’s little girl,” Rooster teased as he pulled on a clean T-shirt, followed by one of his ridiculous Hawaiian shirts. “Must be the first girl who didn’t fall at your feet.”

“Don’t start, Chicken,” I shot back, slamming my locker shut and leaning against it, arms crossed. “I’m sure that happens to you all the time.”

“You wish,” he said. “At least I can call her whenever I want.”

Rooster closed his locker and started walking out of the room.

“Don’t you dare, Bradshaw. I saw her first,” I said, following after him.

“God, how old are you? Eight? What is this, ‘I saw her first’?”

“Shut up, will you?” I sighed. “I can’t deny I’ve been thinking about her all day, and I don’t even know her name. But you, my friend, are going to help me.”

I threw an arm around his shoulders playfully, and he shrugged me off, pushing me away.

“So now we’re friends?” he scoffed, crossing his arms. “Y/N would never go for you anyway.”

“Y/N,” I repeated, biting the inside of my cheek with a grin. “Even her name is cute.”

“She’s not going to be one of your one-night stands, got it, Bagman?” Rooster said, walking toward the exit again.

“Come on, Bradshaw, I just want to take her out to dinner,” I said, trailing after him.

“Why don’t you ask Mav for her number? I’m sure he’d be thrilled to give it to you.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Chicken. I’ll buy you a drink too if that’s what you want.”

Bradley let out a laugh, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll buy all my drinks this week, and I’ll give you her number,” he said, challenging me.

“You’re insane. I’m not paying for all your drinking this week.”

“Then I’ll call her and ask her out myself,” he said, pulling out the keys to his old Bronco and heading toward it.

Was it worth paying this idiot for Y/N’s number? Even knowing she might turn me down again—and that her dad would punish me in every damn training session? Screw it. I’d take the risk.

“Deal,” I said, catching up to him at his truck.

“What?” Rooster asked, incredulous.

“I’ll cover your tab this week, as long as you give me her number and stay out of my way, Chicken.”

The idiot just laughed, pulling out his phone and typing on it. Seconds later, I got a notification—he’d sent me her contact info.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Bagman,” he said, climbing into his truck. “And just so you know, I wasn’t planning on asking her out. She’s like a sister to me, you idiot.”

“You’re an asshole, Bradshaw,” I shouted as he drove off.

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READER’S POV:

I had just gotten out of the shower when my phone started ringing. “Unknown number.”

“Hello?” I answered, putting it on speaker while wrapping myself in a towel.

“Hi, Y/N,” said a voice on the other end. It was the blonde pilot from the Hard Deck.

“How did you get my number, Bagman?”

“It’s Jake to you, sweetheart,” he said. Even though I couldn’t see him, I knew he had that stupid grin on his face. “So, are you finally going to let me take you to dinner?”

“Don’t you ever get tired?” I asked, sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Not when it comes to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

I laughed and stayed quiet for a few seconds.

“Pick me up in 30 minutes. I’ll send you the address,” I said, smiling.

“At your service, ma’am..” he replied, and I hung up.

It was just dinner with Hangman. What could possibly go wrong?

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marie-swriting · 10 months ago

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Love Advice - Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Summary : Jake comes back after six months of deployment and he needs your help to win the woman he loves.

Warnings : a tiny bit of angst, mutual pining, thinking there's an unrequited love, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3.4k

French version

Song inspiration : How You Get The Girl (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Somebody knocking on your door takes your attention away from your TV show; at first, you just lower the volume down so the person doesn’t know you’re home and wait for them to leave. However, the second the knocks on the door get more insistent and you hear ‘I know you’re home’ with a Texan accent, you jump out of your couch and run to open the door to Jake. You joyfully shriek before throwing yourself into his arms. Jake laughs because of your enthusiasm, then he tenderly holds you close to him.

You haven’t seen each other in six months because of his last deployment. Of course, you called each other almost every day, it’s just not the same. You've been thick as thieves since you were five, you need to see each other often.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home today?” you ask, breaking the embrace.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, you did. I missed you so much!” you exclaim, kissing his cheek before bringing him inside. “I hope you’re staying home for a long time. Six months without seeing each other is too much!”

“I totally agree.”

As usual, when he comes back home, you spend the day together then, Jake sleeps at yours. You go downtown, eat something, even watch a movie if there’s something interesting and the next day, Jake goes to his place - he lives twenty minutes away.

As soon as the night comes, you go home, takeout food in hand. You go into your living-room and you put a random show as background noise. You keep talking about the last few months in order to catch up when you decide to bring up a topic Jake seems to avoid.

“So, you didn’t tell me anything, what’s going on with Lara?”

Jake met Lara in a bar a week before leaving. You weren’t with him that night, so you don’t know a lot about their relationship; all you know is Jake got along with her pretty well.

“Oh, huh… Well…” he stutters and avoids your gaze.

“Jake,” you say with a disapproving tone. “Don’t tell me you messed up. Not again!”

“Not really. Okay, maybe a little.”

“What did you do?”

“I may or may not have not called her since I left.”

“Are you kidding me?” you scream, hitting his shoulder. “Do you realise you’re the kind of guy we talk shit about when we’re talking with other girls? Jake, you have to stop being a dick and destroying your relationship. You’re a nice guy, but whenever it’s about love, you’re the worst of them. Every time you find an awesome girl, you just ruin everything.”

“I know and this time, I want to fix this.”

“Before we keep going, you didn’t cheat on her, did you?”

“I might suck at relationships, however, you know I have some limits and I’m quite proud to say I’ve never crossed that line.” he affirms with a grin.

“You better!”

“Anyway, at first, I didn’t know what I wanted with her but now I do. I really connected with Lara and I want her to forgive me and give me another chance, I just don’t know how to do it.”

Following his sentence, you immediately understand what he wants. He messed up and now he needs your wise advice to fix the situation. Again. You roll your eyes before straightening up.

“I’m gonna make you pay for my love advice one day, at least, I’ll become a billionaire in a month with you.”

“You’re the most stable person I know when it comes to relationships so obviously I always go to you! Besides, you’re a woman, you know what to do.”

“True.” you modestly confirm. “First thing first, meet her in a neutral environment, a café for example.”

“And I buy her flowers?”

“Do you know her favourite flowers?”

“Roses are the safe option, right?” he suggests and you’re desperate.

“Do you know any personal details about Lara, like her favourite book?” you ask and he shakes his head. “Well, just pay for whatever she orders. First, you apologise and you do it correctly, you put the focus on her and what she might have felt. The goal is not for her to comfort you because you feel bad when you’re the one who messed up. If she still hasn’t thrown her drink in your face, you’re on the right track. Then you say, in the most convincing way, you want her, not an other girl, for worse or for better. You know it’s gonna take her some time for her to trust you again but you will forever and ever. Tell her you know you broke her and you’ll put it back together because you care about her and you want to do better for her. In short, show her you want to be a better man and make sure your actions match your words quickly. And that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl. At least, your chances will be higher.”

“You seriously think it can work?” Jake asks skeptical.

“I can’t 100% promise you but, at least, it shows you want to be the man she deserves. Either way, you have to keep me updated! And also, don’t wait too long to do it. You should even contact her right now so you can see her in the following days.”

“You’re right.”

Jake takes his phone and quickly types a message. After you approve it, he sends it and nervously waits for the response; however, being tired from the travel, Jake quickly starts to yawn so you go to sleep. Jake sleeps in the same bed as you. You’ve always done it so you’re not going to change this now, after all, between you two, it’s purely platonic.

At least, for him. The same cannot be said about you. When you were still in High School, your crush on Jake was almost embarrassing. It’s actually the only secret you’ve never told him. Officially. During prom, you confessed to Jake you wanted to be more than friends nevertheless he was so drunk he didn’t understand it and the next day; he had zero recollection of it and you were very grateful. You don’t know what you would’ve done if he had remembered. You probably would have lost your best friend and you couldn’t allow this to happen so you just repressed your crush until it eventually died.

Notwithstanding, what you don’t know and the only secret Jake has never told you is that he remembers pretty well what you told him that night. He was just so stunned that he pretended he didn’t understand it. He thought he didn’t like you that way so he said nothing to not alter your friendship; though, the backlash was pretty violent two years later when you got your first serious boyfriend, Jake was insanely jealous. At first, he just thought he was afraid to lose his best friend until he reached the dreadful conclusion: he has feelings for you and it’s too late, he missed his chance with you. As a consequence, Jake went from one fling to the other while you were going from one long-lasting relationship to the other without him understanding what you found to ‘those dudes’ like he always says. Though, these last few months, he has come to terms with the fact one of ‘those dudes’ whom you’ve been with for several years is the one for you. Jake isn’t sure he’s the one you deserve, and he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship, that’s why he wants to fix his relationship with Lara, especially because your relationship with Scott is the longest one you’ve ever had and he’s probably your future husband so Jake definitely has to stop hoping you’ll get together one day. He has to move just like you did.

The next morning, once Jake wakes up, you’ve already left for work. While he’s eating breakfast, Jake’s eyes are set on a picture of you and him hung on your wall, he has his lips pressed on your cheek while you’re trying to hide your fluster with a smile. The picture was taken on the last day of High School and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t one of his favourites. He finds you cute in this photo.

His phone ringing catches his attention. He unlocks it and discovers a text from Lara.

Message from Lara to Jake, 8:37 A.M.:

I’m willing to hear you out, but just because I want some explanations. Is tomorrow afternoon okay for you?

Jake quickly answers her and confirms the date. He should be happy, Lara is open to the discussion though, he can’t help his heart to tighten in his chest, and he stares at the picture on the wall again. He shakes his head and brings back his attention to Lara. You’re part of his romantic past, even if nothing ever happened, Lara is his future. He has to think about her, not you.

The minute you come home from work that night, Jake tells you about his date the next day. You congratulate him with a big smile, though your heart breaks a little. Jake rehearses to you what he’s going to tell Lara to make sure he won't ruin his last chance and you assure him his speech is perfect.

“White lilies, those are her favourite flowers.” Jake says point blank.

“Then offer her some. It’ll prove you care about her because you remember a small detail about her.”

“That’s why you didn’t want me to take roses?”

“Exactly. If you are lucky and it’s her favourite flower, you’re good but imagine if she hates them because she finds them cliché, you’ll ruin your chances before opening your mouth, ‘cause on top of not being original, you just prove you don’t pay attention to her. Roses are the safe option, yet it doesn’t mean it should be your choice at the slightest obstacle. You’re already taking risks by coming back after six months of radio silence so go all the way, don’t play safe with roses.”

“You’re right.”

“I know I’m right! And please, please, please, don’t buy her flowers only when you screw up. Do it when everything is good between you. Do it even when there’s nothing to celebrate. It’s those kinds of tiny details that’ll make all the difference, it proves you care about her. Of course, it goes further than flowers but you get the idea, the fact is, you can’t let a routine get in the way and the only times you break it and you give her some attention is to make up to her or believe me, it’s the breakup for sure because she’ll feel abandoned.” you specify, saying your last sentence at an incredible speed and Jake looks at you suspiciously.

“Is everything okay between you and Scott? It sounded personal at the end.”

“We’re not talking about me but you.”

“So the answer is no.” he affirms, reading you like an open book.

“We broke up five months ago.” you sigh.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me? What did he do? He didn’t cheat on you, did he?” Jake questions, protective.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just after six, almost seven years of relationship, we lost ourselves in a routine and we realised we were together out of habits not out of love. Besides, we argued more and more for useless things. It’s better like that.”

What you’re not telling Jake is that there is another reason. Scott was sure you and Jake are in love. No matter how many times you said your crush on Jake was only when you were a teenager and that Jake never loved you like this, Scott never believed you. Your friendship with Jake was the main argument between you and Scott.

“You should have told me sooner rather than pretending you were fine when we were on the phone.”

“Don’t worry, I got over it. Let’s talk about you and Lara again. You didn’t tell me a lot about her.”

“In my defence, I never thought I’d go further with her.”

Jake replies to your several questions, but he can’t help and think back to the information you just gave him. You broke up with Scott, something he didn’t think would happen. He was sure you were going to end your life with him. As opposed to your exes, Jake had to admit Scott did deserve you and it cost him a lot to say it, nonetheless he could see how Scott made you happy like he never could. Maybe this time Jake could make you happy? Jake pushed this last thought in the back of his mind. He agreed he had to leave you in the past. Jake can’t hope for a future with you when he’s about to win Lara’s heart again! He needs to stay focused.

Jake ends up leaving in the late evening to go to his place. You hug him and give him some encouragement for his date before closing the door behind him. That night, Jake struggles to fall asleep, completely lost about who he truly wants.

The next day as it is your day off and raining a lot, you stay home and clean your apartment from top to bottom. Music coming out of your phone, you wipe the floor with care when someone knocks on your door. You loudly sigh then put the mop back in the bucket and make sure it doesn’t fall before walking to the door whilst shutting down your music. Once you open, you surprisingly find Jake, soaking wet, with a bouquet of several flowers in purple tones.

“Jake? What are you doing here?”

“I remember.” he tells you as if you were supposed to get it.

“What are you talking about?”

“Prom.”

“What? Aren’t you supposed to be with Lara by now, anyway? And I thought you were gonna offer her lilies.” you question, after you understood what he meant.

“The flowers, they’re for you. I’m not playing safe, I know you love these kinds of bouquet because you can’t pick a favourite flower and your favourite colour is purple.” he says, handing you the bouquet, yet you don’t take it.

“What? Are you insane? Lara is the one you’re supposed to win over, not me!”

“That’s what I thought, too, but it wouldn’t have been fair to her. I still went to meet her and apologise for ghosting her though, she isn’t the one I want.”

“Jake, I don’t understand.”

“Can I come in?”

Without replying to him, you step aside and let him in. Jake takes his damped shoes off before walking to the kitchen entrance.

“I’m gonna get you a towel, I don’t want you to be sick. Make yourself a coffee to warm up.”

Whilst you grab a clean towel, you try to understand what’s happening. You didn’t expect to see him, especially with flowers. The second you go back to him, Jake puts his freshly poured cup down and takes the towel while handing you the bouquet once more and this time, you accept it. Without holding yourself back, you smell the flowers and tenderly look at them; you love them. Jake got it right. He’s proud of himself when he sees the soft smile on your face.

“They’re beautiful, Jake, but why?”

“Like I said, I remember. I remember what you told me during prom.” he specifies whilst drying his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you lie, avoiding his eyes.

“I think you do. You told me you had feelings for me.”

You stare at Jake, confused. You were convinced he had no memory of that moment. In one second, your cheeks heat and you don't know what to do with yourself.

“I pretended to not remember because I didn’t know how to react and I’m sorry.” Jake admits, putting down the towel and taking a sip of his coffee.

“Don’t apologise, you saved me from a moment that would have haunted me until I die like this moment will.”

“I shouldn’t have ignored you.” he affirms, putting down his cup on the table. “You confessed something very important to me and by ignoring you, I broke your heart and mine in the process. I didn’t know it at the time but I also had feelings for you. I realised it too late, actually when you met dickhead number 1.”

“You mean Josh?” you ask, laughing.

“That’s what I said. Anyway,” Jake resumes getting closer to you, “I should have talked to you and not leave you in the dark. Your friendship means a lot to me and that night, I didn’t act as a good friend. Even if I hadn't had feelings for you, I should’ve said something and not let you deal with your broken heart alone. I’m sorry I broke your heart that night and if it’s not too late, I want to pull it back together. I never stopped having feelings for you. I spent years ignoring my feelings and every time I wanted to confess them, you were with someone else and now, it’s the right time. I want you, not an other girl, for worse or for better.”

“What about Lara? I thought you liked her.” you ask, trying not to get your hopes up.

“She’s nice but she’ll never make me feel what I feel with you. I would have never been honest with her if I had been with her. That’s why I never got in a serious relationship actually, you were always on my mind and I didn’t want another girl there. I wanted to try with Lara because I thought I had missed my chance with you so I wanted to move on, yet when you told me you and Scott were over yesterday, I knew you’d always be in my heart. That’s why I preferred to apologise to Lara without getting into a relationship with her. I could have never committed to her because I want to do it with you. I don’t know if you still have feelings for me and if you do, you’re probably hesitant considering my history and I get it though, I mean it when I say I want to commit to you.” he insists, looking you right in the eyes. “I’m not saying I’ll be perfect right away but you can be sure I’ll do everything to be. I know it’s gonna take some time for you to trust me but I will, forever and ever. I care about you, no, I love you and I want to do better for you. For once, I wanna be the good boyfriend and more particularly the man you deserve,” Jake states, putting his hand on your cheek, “the one who will buy you flowers at any occasion, the one who won’t abandon you, the one you’ll never get stuck in a routine with, the one who will make you happy, make you feel loved and who will cherish you until his dying breath.”

At the end of his speech, you’re at a loss for words. You didn’t expect a confession of love from him and you never thought Jake was capable of saying such beautiful things or even being serious about a relationship. Not knowing what to reply, you put your free hand on Jake’s cheek and kiss him with passion. He doesn’t waste a second to kiss you back. Among all the kisses he’s shared, this one is officially his favourite, and he hopes he’ll relive it every day of his life. His heart is beating fast in his chest while he brings you closer to him. As soon as you break the kiss, you look at Jake with eyes full of love.

“I never stopped loving you, Jake.”

Jake smiles as he hears your confession. He was very nervous when he came to your place. He was afraid he’d ruin everything, and he’s relieved to know he was wrong.

“Wow, your advice works wonders,” he suddenly says with a sarcastic tone. “Well, I improved your speech a bit but I approve of it. You really should get paid for your love advice.”

“I told you that’s how it works.” you affirm as if it was obvious. “That’s how you got the girl.”

“That’s how I got my girl.”

When you hear the emphasis on the pronoun, you avoid his gaze for a second, flustered. You clear your throat before speaking again.

“You should take me to a first date then.”

“Oh, I will. Any advice as to what to do on a first date? I have to impress this girl who means a lot to me.”

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You both laugh then you bring Jake close to you again before pressing your lips on him, the second kiss even better than the first one.

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punishereditz · 1 year ago

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Before Bed

Pairing: Jake Seresin x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Smut. Dom!Jake. Teasing. Edging. Blowjob. Mouth fuck. Gagging. Lots of dirty talk. Praise kink.

AN: Haven't posted a hangman story in a hot minute, so here's pure smut for y'all.

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: You took teasing a little too far.

You had your head rested on his lap. Your hands holding his hips. You glanced up at him. At his ruffled messy hair. His veiny hands holding a book. Then down to his soft abs. That beautiful tanned, freckled skin and that v -line that disappears into his grey sweatpants.

He looked so damn good. He was just simply reading before bed, but you couldn't help having vile thoughts of him. Especially since your face was just inches from his cock that you wanted you so badly. You couldn't help yourself anymore. Your hands slowly inched up his side. Your fingers moving slowly over his smooth, hot skin. Then moving down to the waistband of his pants. Gently running your fingers at them before you continued your travels over his body.

Your finger tracing his muscles. It was simply, but it was enough to make Jake take a deep breath and look down at you. But he returned his eyes to his book. Acting unbothered but you knew he was bothered. You could tell by the change in the movement of his chest. So, you continued, but decided to take it just a small step further. You moved your hand down his stomach and to his thigh. Gently rubbing it. You allowed your hand to brush against the tip of his cock. Then you moved your hand back up to his stomach. Not allowing him to have more just yet. And he knew exactly what you were doing. He was biting at his lip, trying to control his breathing, even as your hand moved up and down his body. Your thumb occasionally brushing against his dick.

After doing that for a while, you took the tip of your finger, and you lightly moved it up and down his cock. Making a shiver run down his spine. He peeped his eyes past the book. Looking down at you on his lap. Your soft expression as your eyes were on your finger. Acting as if this was the most casual thing ever and you weren't purposely trying to get to him. And you were, because his cock twitched against you, and you had to bite back a grin. Enjoying every second of this. But you thought of something you would enjoy even more. So, you laced your hands in the waistband of his pants. Raising up, you looked up at him with lustful eyes and he finally put the book down. Looking into your eyes as you pulled his pants down. His throbbing cock free.

You leaned down and placed gentle kisses up his dick until you gently kissed the tip of it. Tasting his pre-cum. You didn't take him into your mouth just yet. Instead, you kept kissing his cock. Kissing the sides, the tip. Then you licked up his cock. Earning a soft moan from him and his cock twitching again. You wrapped your hand around it. Kissing the tip of it and starting to lick the tip. Slowly moving your hand up and down. And as you did, you took the tip into your mouth. Gently sucking at it. You matched the movements of your mouth with the movements of your hand. Slowly sucking his cock. His eyes rolling in the back of his head and his hands moving down to your head. Grabbing your hair and holding it back for you. Looking down at you with him in your mouth.

It was the most beautiful sight to him. His climax was slowly building even more. So turned on by you. Becoming even worse when you started pushing your head down a little further. Taking more of his cock into your mouth and speeding up your movements. "Oh fuck. That's it." He groaned in pleasure, and he kept his eyes down on you. Watching as your head bobbed up and down. His climax starting to get closer, but he tried to hold off. He was enjoying this too much and he wanted this to last for as long as possible. He could have you like this forever. In between his legs, sucking his dick. He didn't think it could get better, but it did when you pushed your head down further. Taking as much of his cock as you could. His cock throbbing in your mouth as you had him deep in your throat. It was starting to become too much for him.

"I'm so close." He mumbled. His eyes closed in pleasure and his hand gripping your hair. You started to slow the movement down. Then you took him out of your mouth and pulled his pants up. Laying your head back down. Leaving him high and dry. He groaned in frustration and put a hand over his face. He wasn't about to have this. He raised up. Moving around you, he stood at the edge of the bed and grabbed your ankles. Snatching you to the edge of the bed. He pushed you down on your knees and he took his cock out. Pushing it into your mouth. He held the back of your head as he thrusted his cock deep in your throat. "You know better than that sweetheart." He spoke as he started to fuck your mouth. His cock twitching as he pushed your head down. Making you take all of his big cock.

"Is this what you wanted? You want me fucking your mouth?" He slightly tilted his head to the side as he looked down at you. Pushing your head back and thrusting his hips even more. Making sure you had all of his cock. "Hmm? You like me using that pretty little mouth? You like when I fuck you like the slut you are?" He kept his thrust hard and fast. His grip on your hair tight. Your eyes were watering. Gagging on his cock. Spit spilling out of your mouth. A pool of wetness in your underwear. Your pussy throbbing as you were getting more and more turned on.

The more he talked and the more he used your mouth, the more wet you got. You loved the feeling of his cock deep in you. Feeling it throb in the back of your throat. Seeing the veins in his neck pop and him struggling to contain his noises. He thrusted as deep as he could in your throat, and he stayed still. Keeping his cock just like that in your mouth. Taking a moment to just feel your mouth. Gagging on him. Tears in your eyes. "That's it. Such a good little slut for me." He spoke and he started his thrust up again. This time not so fast, but still so deep. He was so, so close to coming. "Be a good girl, use that mouth for me. Use your hands." He instructed you and you did as you were told. You pushed your head down in a fast past on his cock. Trying to take all of him.

Your hands gently massaging his balls and that was enough for him. His climax was hitting him. His cock throbbed and twitched as he pushed your head against him. His come shooting down your throat. The hot, salty come filling your mouth up. He kept your head there just like that for a long moment. Then he slowly pulled out. Looking down at you and giving you a smile.

"You were such a good girl for me."

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Hi lovely! I have a request if you’re interested 🤔 I can imagine Bob Floyd misinterpreting the reader who is trying to flirt with him, he thinks the reader is wanting to ask him for Hangman or Roosters number 😂 at least until Phoenix sets him straight

Not Again (bob floyd x fem!reader)

warnings/tags: fem reader, mentions of drinking/alcohol, cursing? lol idk, (y/n) used x2, bob’s pov for just a few paragraphs, reader hating on jake seresin but not really<3

wc: 1.8k

a/n: thank you for the request oml this is soo cute :] this turned out way longer than i wanted it to be LMAO SORRY😭

The Hard Deck is loud as shit- you can feel the buzzing of the conversations happening around you. It’s hot out, but the cool air blowing in from the coast just outside keeps it from being miserable. Add the refreshing AC blasting and it’s all the perfect recipe for a packed bar.

You hadn’t come here for the loud atmosphere, of course; you’d come to hang with your best friend, have a few drinks, and admire the hotties in uniforms who frequent this spot. In fact, your friend is nudging your arm now, her eyes locked on the front doors.

“Oh my god, look.” She whisper-yells, a grin on her face. Your eyes find what she’s looking at, a new group of soldiers- pilots, guessing by their uniforms and the base close by. Beautiful, of course, they’re all attractive as fuck, but your eyes stick to one in particular.

He lingers towards the back of the group but still engages with the others with a lopsided smile on his face. He’s taller, lanky with a dash of muscle stretching under that uniform. He has an awkward energy about him but to be honest, that just makes you want him more.

His head turns and you rip your eyes away before he can catch you staring. You can feel a heat crawl up your cheeks.

“Jesus, I didn’t mean look for that long.” Your friend teases, her grin growing as you hide your face by gulping down your drink. “Which one were you looking at? The tall, loud one in the front is so fine.”

You chuckle, nodding slightly as you glance at the guy she must’ve been talking about. “He’s cute.” You shrug, chewing on the straw of your drink. “The one in the glasses.” You look from your friend to the pilots just as the cute one looks in your direction.

Your heart drops to your stomach and you turn to fully face your friend, who’s already laughing at what she saw. “Shut up. I’m about to kill myself.” You drop your forehead against her shoulder.

“So, what’re you staring at, Bobby?” Phoenix’s voice tears Bob out of his daze.

As soon as he’d walked in with the rest of the squad, he’d felt eyes on him. It wasn’t particularly unusual, being in uniform and with the loudest people he had ever met- they often got a few looks in public. He glanced around, catching sight of a girl sitting at the bar. He can’t help the way his heart stutters in his chest.

She was glowing. The light of the bar was dim, but the setting sun peeked through the open windows just enough to shine on her- for her, more like. She was easily one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen.

And it was clear she had been looking their way. Bob didn’t want to get his hopes up- of course she’d been looking, Rooster had burst through the front doors singing loud as hell. Bob tries to push the thoughts of her to the back of his head as he was pulled into a game of pool, but he can’t help but look again.

He watches as your eyes dart from Hangman to him and finally back to your friend. It’s clear you’re embarrassed he’d caught you staring. Of course, Jake fucking Seresin. Bob lets out a sigh, finally turning toward Phoenix.

“Nothin’. Just another girl staring at Bagman.” He huffs quietly as he sets up his shot, bending over the table. If Phoenix notices the extra bite to his tone, she doesn’t mention it.

“Go talk to him! I’m telling you, he cannot keep his eyes off of you.”

Your friend has only gotten more insistent with each drink she’s had, and you’re starting to listen.

The liquid courage in your system only fuels your desire for the pilot across the bar. You had caught him looking your way a few times, but he looked so grumpy. A furrow stuck in his brow, a slight pout carved into his lips. You chalked it up to him loosing his game of pool, but now his friends are singing and that same expression is on his face.

“I don’t know..” You chew on the inside of your lip, your eyes trailing over to the group again. Before you can even debate it, your friend is pulling you out of your seat. “Go, go, go. Don’t think, okay? Just do it. You only live once.” She grins.

“If this goes badly, we’re getting the fuck outta here.” You huff, turning towards the man you’ve been fantasizing about all night.

Your knees wobble anxiously as you walk- the alcohol in your system not helping either. You take in a deep breath, trying to look as put-together as possible; you straighten up your posture, puff out your chest a bit, and tilt your chin up.

You feel like a fool.

Even the alcohol flowing through you can’t stop the blood rushing to your cheeks as you finally approach him. You’d gone around the back of their group, not wanting to walk through all of them.

Oh, wow, he looks taller up close. And he smells fantastic. Your heart thuds loudly in his chest as you realize just how blue his eyes are. His eyes- shit, he’s looking right at you and you aren’t sure if you’re breathing.

“Hi, sorry, I didn’t mean to, um, yeah.” You want to slap yourself.

“Sorry, my name’s (y/n). I saw your group from across the bar, I really like your uniforms- are you pilots?” You see his brows twitch just slightly and you can’t tear your eyes from his broad shoulders as he rolls them back to fix his posture.

“Yeah- yes, we are. We’re with Top Gun. I’m Bob- my name’s Bob.” His lips break into a tentative smile as he speaks, his long fingers reaching up to adjust his glasses.

“Bob,” You repeat, your own smile growing, “Top gun. That’s impressive.” Everyone on the island knows about Top Gun, and how hard it is to get in.

The sound of giggles tear your attention from Bob and you find yourself glancing over his shoulder to see a few of his friends watching you two and laughing, sending a heat to your cheeks.

“T-thanks, I’m just a weapons system operator, though; I don’t do any of the piloting-“ Bob stops when he realizes your eyes aren’t on him. He turns his head and makes direct eye contact with Hangman- him and Phoenix are clearly laughing at Bob.

You look back to Bob, trying to ignore your racing heart. “No, that’s still really impressive. I could never-“

“Sorry to interrupt you, miss, but my friend’s name is Jake, and he is single. I’ve seen you looking at him all night, and you very pretty- I’m sure it’ll go well.” Bob’s lips form a thin line as he looks back to you, his chest suddenly feeling like it’s been carved out.

“I.. What?” Your heart drops to your stomach, your brows creasing.

“If you’ll excuse me.” He mumbles, sliding past you and towards the bar, leaving you standing there like an idiot- looking at his friends like they’ll have some explanation.

“The fuck?” The girl is already following after him, shooting you an apologetic glance. The guy- you’re assuming Jake- approaches you.

“Hello. So sorry about my shy friend over there- his brain shuts down around women.” Jake grins, confidence rolling off of him in waves.

“Right.” You aren’t quite sure what to say, so you give him some awkward wave before you’re trudging back to your friend at the bar. You aren’t necessarily devastated- but god, he was beautiful, and he had been looking at you all night. Were you reading into it too much? Maybe he wasn’t interested at all and was trying to be polite? You try to ignore the way your chest suddenly feels heavy.

You don’t make it far before you’re stopped my a hand on your arm.

You turn and meet the eyes of the woman from before, who’s already speaking to you.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you! I’m Natasha, and I’d like to formally apologize for my friend.” She’s smiling at you, and you realize Bob is standing a few feet behind her, his cheeks bright red- looking somewhat like a scolded puppy. “I swear he’s the nicest guy you’ll ever meet, and he’d love if you’d give him the chance to apologize.” As she speaks, she throws a firm look to Bob, who starts to resemble a kicked puppy.

“Oh- okay?” You laugh, incredulously- unable to process everything that’s happening right now.

Bob steps forward then, Natasha giving him a pat on the back before she leaves the two of you.

“I really am sorry, (y/n). Um, can we step outside to talk?” Bob’s head is ducked closer to you so you can hear him, but it’s still a struggle for your ears.

You agree, and the two of you find yourself standing beneath a neon sign, the sun mostly under the horizon by now; you both find yourselves laughing at the situation.

“I’m really embarrassed about all this- god, I’m so dense.” Bob sighs, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. “I just- you’re so beautiful I couldn’t even..” He trails off, and you can’t help the small smile that grows on your face.

He is absolutely adorable, every part of you is drawn to him. Like a moth to flame; he has this glow about him, like no matter how quiet he is, he’s the one lighting up the room.

“Can I get your number?” You manage to ask.

“Of course.” He’s replying quickly, already yanking his phone out of his pocket.

The two of you exchange information and chat a bit more before making your way back inside- you can’t abandon your friend, after all. His hand hovers over the small of your back as you cross the threshold until he’s letting out a small groan and covering his mouth with his hand.

“Bagman’s descended on your friend.” He mutters, voice full of disdain.

You aren’t sure what that means until your eyes find your friend at the bar. Mr Confidence. Jake. Bagman. His arm slung over your friend’s shoulders as they laugh together.

You shake your head, a quiet laugh escaping your lips as you watch the rest of their group approach Jake and your friend, surrounding them and ordering another round from Penny.

Jake's eyes find you two as you approach, his smile turning smug. "Baby on board! I wasn’t sure you had it in ya!”

“Thanks. Real supportive.” Bob mutters, motioning to Penny for a drink of his own. His hand drops back to hovering behind you; you decide to scoot just a little closer until he finally makes contact. He shoots you a soft smile and you can’t help the way your heart flutters.

No matter how awkward the interaction might’ve started as, now that you’ve got Bob in your grasp, you won’t ever let go.

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