#Virginia is not for lovers lemme tell you that much

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Angel by the Wing - TWO

Wow, holy shit, a lot of y’all really liked part one!!! Thank you so much friends. Here’s to plenty more chapters :)

Chapter Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY), all smut is consensual and enthusiastic

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You had been living in San Diego for two months when you had stumbled into Sarah Kazansky by chance. Literally, stumbled into her. You had been perusing the shelves of the grocery store on the hunt for lentils when a cart crashed into your hip. She was so horrified about not paying attention and clipping you that she practically demanded that she buy your groceries. You, of course, refused, but you did take her up on her offer for some Starbucks.

Sarah was lovely, humorous, and kind. She pried your closely guarded story out of your mouth and took you under her wing. You met her family and also encouraged you to quit your shitty waitressing job and apply at a local bar, citing that she knew the owner.

Eight months ago, your sorry ass stumbled into the Hard Deck with your resume clenched tightly in one hand and your pride in the other. Penny Benjamin took one look at your pathetic, sad eyes and hired you on the spot. Penny and Amelia practically adopted you right then and there, no matter how hard you tried to push them away. The Benjamins wouldn’t take no for an answer, even bringing you along to holiday celebrations with the rest of their family.

Which landed you here, the manager of Top Gun recruit’s favorite bar. Penny was an amazing boss and the bell kept most unruly customers at bay. It helped that there were built in bouncers in the form of the naval aviators swarming the bar every night.

Aviators like Jacob “Hangman” Seresin who was currently railing you.

Your fingers curled tightly around your pillow as his thick cock slid into your sopping hole. You arched your back, aiding his thrusting to reach a deeper part of your cunt. He gasped out a stuttered laugh as his dick sunk further into your clenching pussy and you grinned.

“Fuck, darlin’, I sure missed you.”

His teeth enclosed around the meat of your shoulder and he sucked a dark hickey onto your skin as he drilled into you. You bit out a gasping moan as he grabbed your chin and forced your head up.

“Lemme hear you, darlin’. Wanna see that pretty little face when you come around my cock.”

“Jake,” you whined. His other hand came down to run along your swollen clit and you bucked your hips back, but he draped his chest over your back and forced you back down onto the covers.

Jake was always a pushy lover. He made sure you came, of course, but he wasn’t afraid to mark you up. Your mind filtered back to that hotel room in Virginia for just a second. How he grasped your thigh so gently and kissed you through the stretch of his penetration. The way you breathed his callsign into his kiss…

You cunt tightened around Jake’s cock and he grunted before pulling out and bullying his way back in. God, you loved the feeling of him filling you up. He always made sure to bottom out, stretching you full and making sure your body responded to his touch. He loved watching you come apart on his cock, drunk with the taste of his cum on your tongue and his spit.

Your eyes rolled back as he rubbed firm circles over your clit and your pussy spasmed around his dick, milking his orgasm from him that spilled into the condom. Jake’s hips stuttered as his thrusts slowed and then stilled. Silence enveloped the small room, the only noise being the harsh breathing shared between you two.

“Well, damn,” you finally sighed. “I should tell you about how good other guys treat me more often.”

Jake let out a low growl and laid a gentle bite on your ass. “You do that, darlin’. Just as long as you remember that no one can make you feel as good as I do.”

He slowly slid out of you, leaving you sore and empty. You let your body fall down on the mattress below you and sighed in relief as your muscles finally got a break. Jake’s calloused hand ran up your spine and rested on the back of your neck, right over the hickey Bradley had left just three days prior.

When you got back to San Diego, Jake still hadn’t returned from training new pilots. But when you came knocking on his door tonight after getting a text from him that he was back, he had seen the bruises littering your neck and drove you straight to his place where he fucked every thought out of your head.

Twice. Once last night and once this morning.

“I need a shower,” you grunted. You could feel the curve of his smile against your shoulder and you rolled your eyes. “No, you cannot and will not be joining me. You horny idiot.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying, sugar. You’re just so sweet.”

“And you’re so incredibly cheesy.”

He laid on his side and watched you as you rolled off his bed. Grinning, you bent down and stole a kiss from him. Jake’s hand came up to cup the back of your head and he tugged your lip between his teeth. You pressed a hand against his chest to shove him back down on the pillows, disconnecting his lips from yours.

“Wanna do me a favor, flyboy?” you hummed as you traced circles on his pecs.

“Anything you need, darlin’.”

“Make some of those famous waffles of yours.”

His green eyes studied your face for a moment, some unspoken emotion flickering across his sparkling gaze for a second before returning back to his charming self. “Of course. I need that shower after you so don’t go wasting all the hot water.”

“Yeah, yeah. What time do you have to be on base?”

“Later than usual. Got a meeting at eleven.”

You threw a wink over your shoulder and sauntered off to his bathroom, taking full advantage of the large shower and jets that sent warm water coursing over your skin. You could hear Jake moving around the kitchen and you grinned. That boy truly made the best damn waffles in the world and he refused to tell you his secret recipe.

Instead of wearing your clothes from the night before, you opted to pull on some underwear from your overnight bag and one of his old USNA shirts. Jake was frowning down at the waffle maker, the crease between his brows making him look like a petulant child being put in timeout.

“Did you put chocolate chips in mine?” you asked as you climbed onto one of the barstools on the other side of the island. He let out an indignant snort at your question and nudged a plate of waffles at you. Butter was already melting across the top of the stack and you eagerly grabbed the bottle of some of the finest store bought, sugar ladened maple syrup that money could buy.

“I would never hear the end of it if I forgot,” he teased. You smirked and lifted a forkful up to your mouth. A sinful moan escaped you at the first taste of those buttery waffles on your tongue. If you were being honest, you didn’t keep coming to Jake for the sex. It was his cooking, for sure.

“Are you coming by the bar after work?” You hopped down from the bar stool and made a beeline for his Keurig. Popping in his favorite coffee pod and starting up the machine, you turned around and leaned back against the counter. Before you was one of your favorite sights. Jake shirtless, his back flexing as he pulled another waffle off of the iron and poured batter on for a new one. It made a tendril of want shoot up through your core, but you tamped it down. You didn’t have time for a second shower today.

“Of course I am, sweets. Javy and I will both be there.”

“Oh, he’s back in town?”

Jake glanced over his shoulder and nearly stuttered to a stop at the sight of you leaning against his counter with his shirt draped across your chest and the soft skin of your legs on full display. The two of you had been playing this game for half a year now.

That month away from you had been spent with his hand wrapped around his cock in the small dorms provided on base for visiting officers and fuck, he missed you. Not that he would ever admit it out loud. You cocked your head to the side, your brow furrowing.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

He grinned. “Nah. Coffee ready yet?”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

His grip tightened minutely on the spatula in his hand as his sweats tightened around his groin. Fucking hell, that was a new one.

Eight months ago, Jacob Seresin laid eyes on you behind the counter at the Hard Deck, and he knew that he was a fucking goner. Your first night behind the counter, a smirking blond swaggered up to the counter and tried to sweet talk you. Key word, tried.

“Hiya, doll. Name’s Hangman. Figured I’d tell you now so you can be prepared to scream it later.” Without even looking up from the draft you were pulling, you had shot him down by simply reaching behind yourself and ringing the bell. You shot him a pleased smile and waved goodbye, leaving him to return to Javier with his proverbial tail tucked between his legs.

After that, he knew he wanted you. He wore you down over the next few months until you tumbled into his bed.

It was just a transaction between two friends who needed to get their rocks off. He was hot and willing and you were horny and interested. Sue you, you liked sex. There’s no ulterior reason as to why you like sex. There wasn’t some deep psychological reasoning. You just did. You liked to feel pleased and you liked to give pleasure. If someone has a problem with that, it says a lot more about their sex life than yours.

Jake was fully aware that you slept with other people, just like you knew he slept with others when you weren’t available. The two of you were fine with that, because this wasn’t a relationship. Just two friends. Two friends who kept gravitating together, despite him being a raging asshole and you being closed off to the world. Just two messy people finding their way between the sheets.

“What’s on your mind, flyboy?” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts and he shrugged.

“Work.” The lie came easy enough. You narrowed your eyes at his short response. The machine beeped and you brought him his coffee before starting on your own.

“What about work?”

Jake turned around so he could grab the sugar off of one of the higher shelves for you. When he set it down on the counter, he also placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“That’s classified, sugar.”

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Dark Age Dark Age

ok so I finished Dark Age today and wanted to give me thoughts. Lemme tell you, I had miiiiixed fuckin feelings. Spoilers below the line

I couldn’t put the damn thing down, but jesus christ I felt so stressed and awful the whole time I was reading it. Too bleak and brutal for my taste personally. I know the books have always had a streak of that in them but this was too much for me. So to start off, here’s what I didn’t like (feel free to skip this chunk if you don’t want my whining - positive stuff and general thoughts to come after!):

I felt like there was too much rape and torture in this one, especially the former. It’s discussed waaaay more frequently and openly than in any of the other books, and after a while it’s just like... we get it. It’s war and these guys are bad guys. Can we talk about something else pls

Nothing good happened to... anyone we like? For the whole book? With a few minor exceptions. But a brief synopsis of the book could go like this: Darrow’s fucked, Orion’s fucked, Alexandar’s fucked, Dancer’s fucked, Daxo’s fucked, Mustang’s fucked, Lyria’s fucked, Volga’s fucked, Mustang’s fucked again, Sevro’s fucked, Pebble and Clown are fucked, Victra’s fucked, Darrow’s fucked again, Alexander’s fucked again, Screwface is fucked, Sefi’s fucked, Ephraim’s fucked... You get it. Practically the only good thing that happened to anyone was “somehow didn’t die in the face of certain extermination,” which is less satisfying than it is mildly relieving.

Very few of the quiet moments that I loved so much in the first trilogy. Conversations between Mustang and Darrow (I was gunning for a reunion at the end, didn’t even get that), Darrow and Sevro, etc etc. We got a few with Mustang and Kavax and Pax and Ephraim (who I like now??? and also rip? more on that later). Just everyone I love getting fucked

I feel like the Adrius clone thing is a cop-out. Adrius was one of my favorite characters from the original trilogy, but his arc was completed, his death was immensely satisfying, and bringing him back now seems cheap. It’s not like the book was lacking in villains

Which brings me to my last complaint: too many villains! Too many! Too much going on! The Society, which is itself fractured into different ‘groups’ (Atalantia vs. Ajax vs. Atlas vs. Lysander), the Red Hand, the Syndicate and the Boneriders (not enough for it to be Lilath, also have to have Clone Adrius), the Rim (and where the fuck was Dido, btw?), the Vox, the Ascomanni, Apollonius... Felt a bit all over the place

The bleakness was such that any victory by our folks that may come at the end of book 6 seems like it will just be insanely unrealistic

All that said, I think I’ll have to wait to see how 6 ties some of this stuff together to form a full opinion. I can see myself changing my mind about some of this stuff. Maybe a book 6 victory will be all the sweeter for how utterly depressing this book was. Ok! Whining over! Here’s are my neutral and positive thoughts!

Darrow, Virginia, Victra and Sevro are alive (for now). So are the kids, and so are Cassius, Lyria and Volga. And let me tell you, Pierce deffo did a good job of convincing me that anyone could die this time around.

Cassius lives! I know we all kind of called it, but still... nice to be right. At the end there, I kind of figured that either Darrow was toast, or Cassius was coming. I’m glad it was the latter

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT ABOUT LILATH! Right after reading IG I called that she survived the crash and became the Syndicate queen! All hail my powers of prediction. Definitely did not suspect a thing about clone Adrius though (was there any foreshadowing to that at all? Hit me up w/ those receipts if you have em)

I read the Day of Red Doves at work and felt so upset for... hours. Honestly how dare they.

Speaking of, I loved the Virginia POVs in this book, they did not disappoint! Still my favorite character by far, and I was happy to see things end on a hopeful note with her and Victra and Kavax and Pax

Ephraim and Lyria really came into their own in this book. I hated Ephraim in IG, and I was super bummed to see him go at the end of DA. Loved his friendship with Pax, TG for that kid taking his Zoladone away. Lyria turned into a badass, I loved seeing her almost singlehandedly take down the Red Hand, and I’m super interested to see where the Figment thing is going. Also love her and Volga and Victra’s bonding

Fuuuuuuck Lysander, fuck that stupid self-righteous prick. Fuck him especially for killing Alexandar. I know there’s more growth and story arc coming for him with the whole “erased memories/my lover of political convenience killed my parents and I hate her” thing, but I’m not here for a redemption arc rn. Put him in the ground. Lysander is the new Roque. Cassius says you’re welcome for keeping you alive, thanks for nothing, you absolute jackass.

Volga’s gonna be a power player in Book 6. She’s gonna win over the Obsidian and save everyone’s ass when all hope seems lost, and that is the one and only prediction I have for you at the moment.

I’m really hoping that book 6 will be a more focused conflict, and that for much or most of it, our faves will be together making their stand on Mars. I love the OGs (Darrow, Mustang, Sevro, Victra, Cassius), but they’ve always been at their best when they’re together, and I think it’d be a shame if we don’t get a big fuckin heap of that in book 6 after what we went through in Dark Age.

Thoughts? Predictions? Theories? Pushback on my complaints? Send it over. This goddamn book is all I’ll be thinking about for days.

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raptorintern //Nah, I live in Virgina but my mom and my little bro and I are driving down there tomorrow. Super excited honestly!