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From my Kinktober Virgin Bradley fic:

But yeah, Bradley certainly hadn’t set out to be a virgin at the ripe age of 38 but yet here he is. Standing here, awkwardly pressed up against the side of the Hard Deck as the man he’d had a crush on closed in. And all he could do is panic, close his eyes and hope he didn’t ruin any and all chances with Jake by just being himself.

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Sugar and Lace | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Bradley had a hot wife. He went wild for you in your work clothes and his worn out shirts. You didn't need any bells and whistles to look sexy, and you never would. But now that he knew what you looked like in a little lace, he needed to have that version of you, too.

Warnings: Fluff, adult language, drinking

Length: 3000 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time but it can be read on its own! Check out my masterlist

Bradley looked at Jake over his beer, and Jake looked right back at him. The Hard Deck was virtually empty this early on a Saturday in the middle of the blazing summer heatwave, leaving the two of them very much alone together with their drinks.

"So..." Bradley said, tracing a line through the condensation on his half empty bottle. It wasn't that he disliked Jake. Not really. But he didn't know how many times he could be coerced into hanging out with him for the sake of you having a 'girls day'. It wasn't like he could complain about work to the person who annoyed the shit out of him at work yesterday.

"So..." Jake replied, picking up his drink and chugging it before signaling to Penny for two more. When he turned back, he had a smug little smile on his face that let Bradley know he was about to get annoyed again. "I'm assuming by the way your wife looks and how fucking pussy whipped you are that she has good taste in lingerie?"

Bradley sputtered, almost knocking his bottle off the high top. "Jesus fucking Christ, Hangman. What the hell kind of question is that?" He could feel heat rising in his cheeks at the memory of you prancing around the bedroom last weekend in a lacy tie dye bra and matching boy shorts. Everything you wore was sexy.

"That's obviously what they are out shopping for," Jake drawled, handing the empties to Penny as she dropped off fresh beers. Bradley waved two fingers in a half-hearted salute and then glared at Jake as he added, "Jessica specifically asked your wife to go with her. She told me she's picking out some things for the honeymoon, and you and I both know what that means. They are trying on lingerie." His smirk was back. "Together."

Bradley swallowed hard, digging his fist into his thigh. His teeth were clenched as he said, "Stop picturing my wife in lingerie."

All he got was a jovial laugh in response. "Tell me right now to my face that you're not picturing both of them wearing something tight, cropped and lacy, and I'll stop."

Bradley raked his fingers through his hair, squeezing his eyes shut against the mental image of you and Jessica in a cute little fitting room, laughing together. "God damn it, Hangman!"

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You and Jessica were crammed into a fitting room together, trying not to laugh at the enormous stacks of cute things to try on. Your pile was on the left side of the decorative bench, and hers was on the right. You knew that Jessica Reed happened to collect lingerie in every color imaginable, but she was on a quest to find some unique things to take on her honeymoon. And you were on a quest to wow your husband with something more than a bra and boy shorts for once. 

Not that he complained. Not that he ever complained. Bradley went absolutely feral for you in your damn work clothes and loafers. He about lost his mind when you wore his ratty, old tie dye tee shirt to bed. He often sounded like he was going to need CPR when you put on his bathrobe and nothing else. It was hard to contain your smile when you just knew that something in this fitting room was going to blow his mind to the point that he would be rendered speechless.

"Try something on," Jessica suggested gently, and you took a step closer to your pile. "Then you'll get a better idea of what you like." 

There was red, green, black, white and pink fabric. There were nightgowns, thongs, bralettes and stockings. When you reached your hand out, you hesitated, confidence wavering. This seemed a lot more challenging than solving a linear algebra matrix.

Jessica whispered, "You'll look beautiful in anything, Advanced Calculus. I can promise you that." When you kind of shrugged in response, she said, "Do you want me to wait in line for my own fitting room so you can have more privacy?"

The two of you already agreed to help each other make selections, and the last thing you wanted was to keep opening the door so everyone else could see you wearing this stuff. "No. It's not that. I just... don't really own anything like this. I mean, I have a few things, but some of this is elaborate." You glanced at her over your shoulder and winced. "And this was supposed to be a shopping trip for you! For your honeymoon! Not for me."

She shushed you and then reached into your pile and pulled out a fairly innocuous looking nightie in a soft champagne color. "Start with this. Then you'll see how hot you look, and it'll be a gateway drug to you starting your own collection that will rival mine."

"I've seen your closet," you muttered, taking the hanger from her and holding the garment up in front of your body. It was pretty. The color even complimented your hair. It was a far cry from what you usually wore to bed, but you'd give it a shot.

When you started to undress, Jessica turned around and played with her phone, which you did appreciate. All of your bumps and lumps would be on display soon enough anyway, but at least you'd have a minute to straighten yourself out. The fabric was cool and slick against your skin, and you shivered as it settled high on your thighs. When you looked in the mirror and turned, you were pleasantly surprised with the result.

"It's not bad," you said, and she looked up and gasped, green eyes wide.

"It's perfect!"

"I wouldn't go that far," you muttered, smoothing your hands along your sides.

"Well, I would. And I'm sure Bradley would, too. Do you want me to take a picture on your phone?" she asked, and you nodded while she posed you with one hand on your hip. "Like I said, perfect," she muttered as she took the photo and then set your phone down again. "Try on something else."

"Okay," you whispered, reaching blindly into your pile and pulling out a black lace corset top.

Jessica jumped up and down and clapped her hands. "I love that one. I picked one up to try it on, too."

"I don't know about this," you said, holding it up in front of the nightie. "Not sure how Beer Boy is going to like it."

"You won't know until you try it on."

With those words of wisdom, you changed from the nightie to the corset, and your immediate thought was how cute this would look under your sweaters and tweed when you were at work. And it would feel amazing. It was snug and sexy, and somehow you felt like you could kick even more ass at work if you were wearing this thing.

"What the hell?" you whispered, and Jessica turned to look at you, clapping her hands once again. "I feel like I have super powers."

"Because you do! Look at you! Please let me take another picture of you to send to Bradley."

This time you posed yourself and turned so your tattoos were visible through the lace cutout on the side. Then you stood there and admired yourself before saying, "I'm definitely buying this. Catch me wearing it to work under my cardigans in the fall."

Jessica started digging into her own pile now as you changed from the corset into a bodysuit, but when she met your eyes in the mirror, she looked like she was going to freak out.

"What?" you asked. "The bodysuit looks that bad?"

She shook her head, and pressed her lips together before almost shouting, "When were you going to tell me you have a math tattoo?"

"Oh," you replied, not sure you'd ever heard her voice reach that octave before. "Euler's Identity? I've had it since I was nineteen."

"I love how you embrace your inner nerd," she said as if she was in awe of you, and you started laughing which made her laugh. "Now send those pictures to your husband and let that man worship you."

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Bradley had just buried his face in his hands while Jake laughed when his phone went off. You hadn't even bothered to inform him that your little 'girls day outing' was a quest to make sure Jake enjoyed his honeymoon with Jessica. Honestly, Bradley kind of hoped the other man was correct in his assessment that you'd be shopping for something for yourself, too. Not that you needed it. Holy shit, you still looked like the girl he fell in love with over a decade ago whenever you wore his old Grateful Dead shirt or his robe around the house.

But now he wanted something special, too. Why should Jake get to have all the fun when it came to having his partner all wrapped up in a pretty package that was specifically meant to be removed?

"Sugar," he grunted when he saw that you'd texted him. Jake was rambling about something across the table, but Bradley couldn't hear him. He could no longer hear anything. He couldn't process thoughts or form words. All he could do was stare at the two photos you'd sent to him. "Oh, fuck."

In the first one, you were wearing a shimmery light gold colored thing that looked soft. Like maybe almost as soft as your skin. His heart hammered up into his ears as he examined every inch of it on your curves. Your nipples were pebbled against the fabric, and he could practically feel them between his lips. When he swiped to look at the second one, he abruptly stood from his stool with his phone gripped tight in his hand, eyes bugging out.

"Let me guess... your wife sent you photos?" Jake asked, clearly amused.

Instead of verbally responding, Bradley made sure his phone was tipped away from Jake as he zoomed in for a closer look. Holy hell. Your tits were being pushed up in the sexiest black lace he had ever seen. It was sinful, and now he was imagining you wearing it under one of your tweed blazers while giving a lecture. He swallowed hard, realizing he could see the tiniest bit of your tattoos through the little cutout on the side, and he actually whimpered.

"Yeah... she definitely sent you photos," Jake murmured as his own phone chimed. "Oh, Jess just sent me five."

"How did you get five?" Bradley complained, swiping back and forth, desperately looking for more. "I only got two!" 

It was then that he noticed you texted him after you sent the pictures.

What do you think, Beer Boy?

Bradley laughed a bit maniacally. What did he think about the lingerie? Ha! He could barely think at all! He paced back and forth a bit, sweating as he wrote back.

You look fucking hot as hell, Sugar. If you don't bring that black top home, I think you'll break my heart.

Bradley cringed, because now Jake was the one who was whimpering. "They're sharing a fitting room," he whispered, and Bradley's eyes went wide with the realization that Jessica must have taken the photos for you. Then his eyes narrowed as he reached for Jake's phone.

"You better not be able to see Sugar in any of the pictures!"

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You and Jessica were wearing matching fluffy robes and sorting through everything you'd already tried on.

"You have to get that thing," you told her, pointing to the garters and stockings. "It fits you like a glove."

She nodded and added it to her 'yes' pile. "And you have to get the thong and bustier," she replied.

"I'm already buying four things," you reminded her. The bustier was nice, and your breasts looked good in it, but you didn't love the color very much. Besides, there was one last thing you hadn't tried on for fear of looking or feeling ridiculous, but there was a part of your brain that just knew your husband would love it.

"Missed one!" Jessica said, pulling on the bright pink fabric like she could read your mind. Always the best cheerleader, she held it up in front of your body and nodded. "It's bold, but I think you can pull it off."

You took it from her, but looked at yourself skeptically in the mirror. "I don't know... it's going to look bad. Like I'm trying too hard. I don't know why I even picked it up."

But you did know. Bradley was attracted to you in that dumb tie dye shirt like you were some sort of exotic bird whenever you put it on. All of the bright colors swirled into something that just lured him right to you. Part of it was nostalgia, sure, but you felt like there was something more as well.

"Actually, I do know why I picked it up," you told Jessica, holding the chemise closer to yourself. "Bradley really likes it when I wear his old shirt that I kind of held hostage for ten years. It's vibrant and bright, and I think this is the sort of thing he might enjoy?" You pursed your lips and sighed. "But, maybe I'm wrong, because he also just seems to like me how I am. No frills, you know? He's always been that way."

Jessica smiled. "Yes, I understand. And I hope you realize that you just described a man who is desperately in love with you, not just how you look. Sounds like the kind of man you should spoil a little bit." She tugged gently on the chemise and added, "This is a far cry from a tee shirt, but you won't know how you feel about it until you try it on."

"You're right."

Once you were out of the robe, you pulled the stretchy lace over your body, and gaped at the deep neckline as Jessica tied the satin ribbons around the back of your neck. You hadn't noticed before, but there were some yellow and orange threads woven in, making delicate swirls in the fabric. Almost like a different kind of tie dye. It actually looked stunning on you, and as you turned from side to side, you already knew you had to have it.

"I'm obsessed," Jessica said, bouncing excitedly as she clapped her hands together. "Should I take one last round of photos for you to send to Bradley?"

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Bradley was lightheaded. He sweat through his shirt, and he had his forehead cradled in his hand as he opened three photos of you wearing something so bright and pink and sexy, he wanted to lick it off of you. Everything was covered up, but barely. In the one shot, he could almost see your ass. In another, he could definitely see your pert nipples. In the other one, he could make out part of your titty tattoos.

It was a good thing Jake was staring at his own phone in amazement, because Bradley was pretty sure he was drooling and incapable of formulating a sentence. He had already written back to you, begging you to buy the pink thing. Telling you he needed it. Letting you know he wanted to peel is slowly off of your body in bed later. In fact, the last thing he sent was 'Buy everything in that whole fucking store, money is no object'. And he meant every word. 

Bradley had been crazy about you for so long, and most of the appeal came from how smart you are and the fact that you weren't fussy. You let him dote on you in your work outfits. You wore his clothing around the house. You didn't need all the bells and whistles to be sexy, and you never would.

But now that he knew exactly what you looked like in black satin and colorful lace, he needed to have that version of you, too. He needed it.

"Since when does your wife have tattoos?"

Those words snapped Bradley out of his lust filled stupor, and his brown eyes bore into Jake's green ones. How did he know about your titty tattoos? When his gaze drifted back to his phone, he turned the screen toward Bradley with a grin. Apparently you had taken a photo of Jessica, in which your reflection was visible in the fitting room mirror. You were wearing a bra, and you were as covered up as you would be for a beach day, but Bradley loathed the idea of Jake having any sort of access to those tattoos.

"Hey!" Jake complained as Bradley snatched the phone and deleted the photo. "What the fuck, Bradshaw? I wanted that picture of Jessica! You could have just cropped it."

"Hey, boys!"

Bradley turned in time to toss Jake's phone aside as Jessica headed through the nearly empty bar with you following behind her. There were two enormous shopping bags in your hands, and you had a smile on your face as you asked, "Ready to go home, Beer Boy?"

"Hell yes," he murmured, closing the distance to your lips and kissing you hard. "Did you buy that pink thing? And the black one?"

His hands wound around your waist possessively, and he got even more excited as you tucked the bags behind your back and whispered, "There's only one way to find out."

Bradley started guiding you to the door. "Yeah. We're going home. Right now." He ran his nose along your cheek and gave you one more sweet kiss before shouting over his shoulder, "Thanks for the beers, Bagman. Oh, and Jessica, I need you to crop your photos better next time you take my wife shopping."

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I love Beer Boy for making Sugar feel so good about herself every day. She's a badass, and he knows it. I wrote this as a little wedding treat for @je-suis-prest-rachel Congratulations, Rachel! And thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls

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[ddejavvu]

if you feel like writing something for it i go sooooooooo feral for competitive and pining hangman and reader!!! i love you!

i love you toooooo <3

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"Get your card out now, Seresin, 'cause I'm not buying this round." You gloat, a sick smirk on your face as your tongue pokes out of your mouth. You're aiming carefully for the dartboard, but you wouldn't complain if the dart bounced off of Fanboy's backside. After all, he is bending over rather obnoxiously close to your game.

"Go ahead, darlin'." Hangman mocks you, a sneer in his voice as he motions with the neck of his beer bottle to the board, "Knock 'em dead."

You do just that. You nail 9 darts into the board, 5 into the bullseye, your personal record, 3 in the second smallest ring, and one that straggles near the outermost ring. Still, a damn good round.

"That's right!" You boast, rounding on Hangman and pointing at your score, "Let's see you beat that, Bagman."

There's typically a hyperfocus that takes over Jake's brain during a round of darts. Especially if it's Bradley he's playing against, but then he's not really aiming for the dartboard, more for the man's shoes.

Now, though, Jake can't focus on his game. There's too much going on, you're swinging your hips in victory to the beat of the song that's playing, and right when he thinks he's got himself concentrated, you whip a strand of hair over your shoulder and it sends a gust of your shampoo his way.

His wrist gives out mid-throw. The dart sails down into the hardwood floor of the bar, stuck in a plank.

"Nice throw, Hangman," You snicker, "But you're supposed to be aiming for the board."

"I got it, I got it," He grumbles, "Just- could'ja not stand so damn close?"

"Why," You look at him with a glimmer of mischief in your eyes, stepping forwards to prop your chin on his shoulder, "Am I distracting you?"

"Get off," Jake growls, but he doesn't have the heart to shove at you. instead he reaches up, toned bicep now flush to your neck. He nudges your face off of him with a massive hand against your cheek, standing square in firing position, "Back up, little lady."

You do as you're told, right into Bradley.

"Oh! Sorry, Rooster," You laugh, and the man grips your hips to scoot you to the side so he can pass, "Didn't see you back there."

By the time you've turned back to the board, Jake has nailed all eight remaining darts into the bullseye, and you have a sneaking suspicion he'd envisioned a certain mustached-pilot while doing it.

[makethatelevenrings]

Angel by the Wing // Thirty-Five

Chapter Warnings: discussion of emotional abuse from a parent, abandonment, crying, pregnancy as per usual

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There’s radio silence for three days.

As much as he didn’t want to, Bradley had to leave to meet his new squad before they began training in a few days. So he brought in the big guns.

“Move,” Sofia barked as she shoved past him and into the house. The dark haired woman made a beeline for the bedroom where you were curled up on the mattress that was suddenly too large now that Jake was gone. Skipper chirped at the sight of his second favorite person and settled on the pillow next to your head. He gratefully accepted Sofia’s gentle scratch under his chin as she climbed onto the bed.

“Hi,” she announced. “We’re not going to wallow in bed, you lump.”

“Go away.” Your voice was muffled by the fabric of the pillow. “I’m not in the fucking mood.”

The pillow was ripped away from your head and you met the glittering dark eyes of your best friend. Sofia tossed your pillow across the room and loomed over you. For a petite pint-sized individual, you could see why she was so terrifying to the military personnel that she strong armed into getting their vaccine appointments. Folks think that Natasha was the feral one of the couple thanks to her propensity for getting into high speed jets, but Sofia was the one who one told a three-star general to fuck off when he tried to get her to break HIPAA.

“I’ll be home at five-thirty,” Bradley said from the doorway. “Please don’t make me bail you out of jail.”

Sofia answered him with a wicked grin before she settled in next to you on the bed. Her slim fingers slid over your head and started to pass through your hair. You pressed your cheek against the mattress and shut your eyes at the soothing ministrations. Three days of silence and three days of you just going through the motions. Today was your first day off since the fight and now you were confronted with the crushing realization of everything. It didn’t help that you woke up to a voicemail from your mom and threw your phone across the room, which prompted Bradley to call Sofia.

“What’s going on, momma?” Sofia cooed. You turned to face your friend and one look at the concern on your face had your face crumpling in seconds. Sofia swept you into a hug as you shook with sobs. Your hand fisted in the fabric of her worn t-shirt and you felt guilty for a moment for staining it with your tears. Sofia rid you of that guilt in seconds by rubbing your back and whispering assurances.

“I fucked it all up. I fucked it all up again,” you wept. “Every goddamn time.”

“No, no, honey. What’s going on?”

You pushed away from her and untangled yourself from the blankets so you could grab your phone and play the voicemail. Your mother’s voice made you cringe as she treated everything so fucking blase.

“We already turned your room into an office but if you insist on acting like this, we can remodel it for you and the baby until you get on your feet. I need you to understand that you’re being stubborn right now and that’s not a good sign of a mother. I hope this child turns out just like you so you can understand what we’ve had to deal with. You’re being unreasonable, thinking these boys will do the right thing. Just come home and we’ll figure it out.”

You swiped out of your messages and swallowed the rising tide of bile and snot that bubbled up in your throat. Sofia stared at your phone in silence and you had no idea what was running through her head. A hiccuping sob escaped you and you dropped your phone onto the bed so you could bury your face in your hands. Sofia tugged your wrists away from your face and then guided you to sit back down on the bed. She kneeled at the edge of the bed and clasped your hands tightly with hers.

“That was the biggest load of horseshit I have ever heard,” she said fiercely. “You are going to be such a good fucking mom, do you hear me? Your mother is a cunt and I’m not afraid to say it.”

“She would leave when I messed up,” you whispered. “She would get so angry and scream about how she had to do everything and then she would say that she was leaving our family and finding someone who cared. And she did. She would just walk out the door. I don’t know where she would go, but she would be gone for a few hours and I…I thought she would never come back. A-And my dad didn’t care. I hardly saw him because he was always at work and when he was home, he fell asleep on the couch.

I would do the dishes wrong or forget to move the laundry over and she would just walk out. When she came back home, I promised to never do it again and she’d tell me that I learned my lesson and she would never actually leave me but she still did. And…and Jake just fucking…walked out.”

Your shoulders slumped down at the end of your sentence, as if you were a marionette and all your strings were cut. Sofia wordlessly pulled you in for another hug and you collapsed into her.

“Everyone leaves me and it’s always my fault.”

“No. No, don’t you dare say that.” Sofia shushed you gently and inhaled deeply, forcing you to match her breathing. Your sobs subsided into little hiccuping coughs and then into shaky, stuttered breaths.

“It’s not your fault. It’s never been your fault. Your mother is an adult. She made the choice to leave because she wasn’t a good parent. Jake left because he’s emotionally constipated and can’t have a mature conversation to save his life. That’s all. That’s the only reason. It wasn’t anything you did or said.”

You knew she was right but, at the same time, you couldn’t believe her. Why would you have a pattern of people walking out of your life if not for you? Your mom, exes, and now Jake. It was all because of you.

“I can practically hear you trashing yourself in your mind,” Sofia warned. “Stop it. No. Bad. Stop talking about my best friend like that.”

Despite the fresh tears quickly drying on your cheeks, a giggle escaped you at her words. She grinned and pulled away from the hug so she could see your face. She cupped your face in your hands and smiled.

“You are going to be the most amazing mother because I know for a fact that you are an amazing friend and boss and person. And while I don’t have experience in this area, I’m sure you’re a damn good lay too.”

Another startled laugh escaped you and her grin grew wider. “Alright, momma. Let’s get up, get dressed, get some food in you, and then we are going to do some errands. Go to some boutiques. Buy cute baby clothes. And we are not going to cry unless it’s about how teeny tiny baby shoes are, okay?”

You were immensely grateful for Sofia Trace’s presence in your life. She dragged you around San Diego to small little boutique shops and slapped down her credit card with a pointed reminder that she was going to be an aunt and it was her God-given right to buy her future nibling some “cute ass baby clothes, damnit”. You found a few items that you purchased yourself, your fingers pressing against the buttery-soft fabric as you realized just how small this baby was going to be.

Sofia dropped you back at the townhome a few minutes before Bradley was set to come home which gave you a chance to start on dinner. Usually it was Jake who cooked dinner with you helping, but now you were at a loss as to what to make. You settled on some basic spaghetti and sauce from a jar. The water began to crest and boil when the front door opened.

“Hi,” you greeted quietly as Bradley made his way into the kitchen. He offered you a small, tender smile and you hated this. You hated this gap that suddenly appeared between you two. Jake’s absence felt pretty damn hard between both of you.

“Hey.” He eyed the bags shoved in the corner of the living room and bent down to scratch Skipper under the chin. “Good day?”

“Yeah, Sofia went a little overboard with the baby clothes but hey, we’ll need it. Dinner’s almost ready. It’s nothing fancy. Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for, sweetheart,” he said gently. Your lips pulled down and your brows creased. He crossed the room and tugged you into a hug. He felt the way your body trembled slightly and he pressed you closer, tucking your face against the column of his throat.

“I’m sorry. I’m a mess. I know it’s hard to be with me,” you whispered. His grip on the back of your head tightened minutely and he shook his head.

“No, baby. No. We’ll figure this out. We’ll get him back.”

“Don’t say things you can’t guarantee.”

Bradley huffed out an indignant snort. “You doubt me? I’m very persuasive. I’ll drag him back here kicking and screaming if I have to.” He pulled away so he could see your face and brushed some sweaty strands of hair out of your face. You blinked up at him with glassy eyes and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m not leaving, angel. Not now, not ever. I promise.”

“Pretty sure I just said you can’t say things you can’t guarantee.”

For a startling moment, Bradley thought about the days when he was a kid, fresh off the bus and full of energy after a day of school. He would bound up the steps of the small house they had in Virginia and open the door to find his mother bent over the kitchen counter and sobbing into her hands. Carole always tried to hide her tears from him but he caught her a few times like this. She would brush away the tears, stand up straight, and launch into asking him about his day, but he always knew. Bradley could only remember his dad in the abstract, fuzzy details of childhood memories and stories told to him by others, but he could feel his loss acutely, both in his own life and in the pain reflected by his mom.

He wouldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t. That was his kid you were carrying.

But he felt the loss of the smart-mouthed blond in this small kitchen. Bradley needed to get Jake back, for the both of you. For the three of you, he corrected himself. This baby was just as much Jake’s as his, as far as he was concerned.

His family had been fractured once before. He wouldn’t let it happen again.

“I miss him too,” he admitted. “So I promise, angel. We’ll be a family. Just like we’re supposed to be.”

He could see the sliver of hope shining in your eyes and he counted it as a victory. Bradley nudged you towards the bags as he grabbed a spatula. “Show me what you got, sweetheart.” You lit up and began digging in the bags to pull out the tiny clothes. “Okay, so, since we don’t know the gender, I tried to go for neutral clothes. But also fuck gender roles, right? I found this adorable little duck onesie and fucking hell, bear, look at how small it is.”

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Day One: [Poison Ivy] // Robert Floyd:

-> Bobs got the hots for the admirals assistant. Bad. So bad it makes him feral. But what happens when he gets the dosage wrong and messes the whole thing up.

Day Two: [Dream A Little, Dream Of Me] // Bradley Bradshaw:

-> How are you supposed to sleep when all you see when you close your eyes is your dead and soaking wet husband?

Day Three: [Sixth Sense] // Mickey Garcia:

-> A freak accident occurs at the Hard Deck and Fanboy is faced with the challenge of being left to care for you, his not so official girlfriend.

Day Four: [My Brothers Keeper] // Jake Seresin:

-> Five seconds faster and Jake Seresin wouldn’t be standing in his bedroom telling the love of his life the biggest lie he’d ever told.

Day Five: [Odds Are?] Robert Floyd:

-> A quiet night at the Hard Deck doesn’t stay that way when two men hold you at gunpoint for the combination to the safe.

Day Six: [Mind Over Matter] // Bradley Bradshaw

-> Your mind is not your own when you’re exposed to a kind of ‘Sex Pollen’ your date spiked your drink with. But the worst part of it all is that Rooster takes advantage of your willingness to give your body to him.

Day Seven: [Gift Of The Gab] // Bradley Bradshaw

-> Throat Cancer. It’s never the way Rooster thought he’d go out. But when he does—he gets to give Jake a piece of his mind.

Day Eight: [Panic Room] // Jake Seresin

-> Between his ex, bird strikes and suicidal mission parameters it’s hard to keep a lid on things. So when you help Jake through a panic attack in the locker room, you become his lifelong lifeline.

Day Nine: [Battle Scars] // Bob Floyd

-> Robert Floyd doesn’t take his shirt off at the beach. But when the shirt stays on during sex? You start to wonder what he’s hiding.

Day Ten: [The Eternal Mark] // Jake Seresin

-> When at the Abbott Ranch for thanksgiving, the sound and sight of a cattle prod has you feeling like you’d been thrown back in time into the arms of the man who swore blind he was going to kill you.

Day Eleven: [Dark Red] // Jake Seresin

-> Jake Seresin is usually pretty cool, carm and cock sure of himself. But when his wife has an accident? He hits the deck pretty hard.

Day twelve: [Self-Flagellation] // Tom Kazanksy

-> After the death of Goose Bradshaw rocks the TopGun class. Iceman struggles with the ideology that his death could have been prevented if he wasn’t sure sure of himself.

Day Thirteen: [Damn You Seresin] // Jake Seresin

-> After a near fatal car accident sends Jake into a coma, you come to terms with the fact that saying goodbye was always going to be tough. No matter the situation.

Day Fourteen: [Bleed For This] // Bradley Bradshaw

-> It’s not Maverick that goes down in Snowy Mountains, but you. And someone doesn’t make it back.

Day Fifteen: [One Hit Wonder] // Bob Floyd

-> Robert Floyd was a pacifist, he didn’t enjoy confrontation or anything that resembled an argument. He preferred to use logical responses and persuasive reasoning to identify situations that might not work well in his favour otherwise.

Day Sixteen: [Trade Places] // Jake Seresin

-> It was supposed to be Hangman. And if you could go back in time? You’d let it be him. Without a shadow of a doubt.

Day Seventeen: [My Future & Past Javy Machado

-> You left Javy at the altar three years ago. In that time he put him back together again and moved on. But what happens when you show up in North Island looking to apologise for your actions.

Day Eighteen: [Lessons in Love & War] Bradley Bradshaw

-> On one of your first shifts back at work after the events of ToE. Odette is plagued with an illness that sends her to the emergency room with a very panicked Bradley Bradshaw.

Day Nineteen: [Never Good Enough] Mickey Garcia

-> People always leave Fanboy. He goes through pilots like chump change. Is it him? Is he the problem? What happens when one of the many times you’ve tried to console your husband when his demons become to brutal?

Day Twenty: [The Secrets We Keep] // Jake Seresin

-> A Father, Son & The Holy Shit Blurb. You and Jake argue over the practicality of your entanglement. Suddenly you feel like you have nowhere to run, or hide.

Day Twenty One: [Goodbye, Goodbye] // Jake Seresin

-> Jake & Amilia have been trying for a year, when they do fall pregnant it leads to a much bigger discovery and an even bigger heart heartbreak.

Day Twenty Two: [Before You & After You] Mickey Garcia:

-> Fanboys got a crush on the knew Hard Deck Barkeep. But when he’s still getting over the traumatic loss of his wife, crushes and new beginnings aren’t always so ease. (A Jekyll & Hyde backstory)

Day Twenty Three: [Sun & Moon] // Jake Seresin & Bradley Bradshaw:

-> Jakes got a secret he’s keeping close to his chest almost as close as he’s keeping you. Bradley comes face to face with a demand he can’t comprehend, but he doesn’t have a choice.

Day Twenty Four: Flight Deck Prologue

-> In an attempt to prevent Bob from running for the hills believing you’re a murderer. You sit him down to discuss your past.

~ Complete ~

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Flumpy ( Jake seresin x reader) part 16

summary : it's go time baby.... or should i say babies

warning : fluffy , goofy , labor and pregnancy

previously on flumpy

Anyone would think if your water broke around member of any form of military man , well it wouldn't  be so bad . this was not that case the moment her water broke jake was running out the house telling her to breathe , while bradley was running out the house  holding her suitcase  telling jake and himself to breathe .  

“ any contractions yet  , let me know if or when you get one i'll time em … i blame those feral kids “ jake said checking her over . 

“ first it stray kids , the feral ones are ateez … jesus you are old,  two thats what that was” she mused. 

“ what  , what was “ rooster asked . 

“ oh those little pains i was getting” she shrugged looking out the window as two men head shot to her .  “ eyes on the road if i get in another accident is my dad is gonna ban me from leaving the house” she groaned . 

“ guess thats one “ rooster called back as jake hit his time , if anyone was to look it they think they were bringing jake to hospital with how pale he was  , bradley wasn’t far behind . 

“ hey dad so i was looking like a chef …  ok fine my waters broke all over the kitchen … no its not a plumbing issue i’m in labor and well  because i’m pretty sure jake and bradley will pass out” she chatted on phone like it was nothing .

“ we’re fine i’m fine “ bradley called back . 

“ eyes on road bradshaw … anyways …FUCKKKKKK OWWWW” She yelled dropping the phone gripping jakes arm her  fingernail imprinting crescent moons in the skin . 

“ it’s ok i got you breathe through it “ he rubbed her back . 

“ ok that… it’s hurting “ she whimpered  sitting back as bradleys foot hit the pedal faster as she began whining. 

“ shit my dad” she leaning forward as it hit again . 

“ rooster i would hurry  , Mav hang up and meet us there” jake called rubbing her back as she gripped his arm again .   “ almost there baby “ he kissed her head  knowing whatever he was feeling could wait , she needed him more now .  

The moment she got into the hospital jake was carrying her even though she said she could walk .  rooster was currently panicking at the admissions til  beautiful miss ruby took over giving her boyfriend wasn’t making much sense.  Like nothing when she went to the room her contraction began to slow again  as she lay in the bed   while ruby  again explaining it all to her colleagues . 

“  i’ll gather the rest of um “ ruby smiled hugging her .

“ rest of em?”  the other nurse wide eyed . 

“ you’ve no idea  .. they can stay till the show begins “ she chuckled . 

“ special treatment i love you ruby” y/n called as jake was wiping her head , her skin felt hot and discomfort was more prevalent than before  . each shift in movement done nothing to ease it til she got out of the bed and was walking around as they walked in . 

“ how you feeling ?” nat winced . 

“ honestly scared shitless …oh you mean her” rooster moved as she threw the pillow.

“ my body is on fire and  everything hurts “ she whined . 

“ least you’ll get to meet the babies right?” bob smiled. 

“ ugh even your adorable face is annoying me” she cried .  “ i blame you “ she glared at jake . 

“ i mean take two to tango “ fanboy laughed. 

“ someone punch him…. Thanks nat “ she hissed . 

“ i wish i could take your pain kid “ pete rubbed her back . 

“ i wish you were the ones that gave birth “ she cried out collectively all their face drained of their color .  “ nat make sure to get  someone else do this for you or make on in a lab tube or something “ she groaned gripping the bed . 

“ you know most women forget the pain after like a brain thing” . 

“ owwww fuck … shit “ she whimpered. 

“ she getting them every minute again “ ruby’s brows furrowed. “ out i’m going to get a doctor even you bradshaw” she pushed them out . 

“ we are buying condoms in bulk “ she gritted holding on to the sheets only for jake to grab her hand  . 

“ you can do this baby  i hope you know i’m so proud of you “ he kissed her head. 

“ you’re making it hard for me to hate you .. we’re still getting the condom” she laughed only for  a contraction to start and stay longer. “ maybe never having sex again “ she breathed out. 

“ ok  i’m here how is mommy” the door opened. 

“ ready for all the drugs … all of them “ she sigh once it subsided. 

“ lets check your progress first shall we” she smiled softly as y/n got back up on the bed  before she started contracting again . “ oh  oh i guess someone isn’t waiting”  she said the moment y/n opened her leg. “ mom i need to you to push on the next contraction ok “ . 

“ t-t-this one is definitely  jake coded” she cried before she pushed  , taking a breather . “ really i can’t  i can’t do it  too much “she whimpered  , he wanted to take it all  from her honestly he felt useless   holding her hand and saying some words to encourage her. 

“ baby i know  it’s hard and it hurt and you are tired but i know you can do it   especially for those two girls that wanna meet their mama so quick” he smiled down keeping his own emotions back , keep her focused on him and their family knowing it was what she needed to do . 

“ what you need baby tell me talk to me “ he asked. 

“ my mom i want my mom “she cried out . 

“ her mom?”ruby asked . 

“ penny get penny “ was all jake could say . 

They all stood , Mav looked like he’d to be held back and rooster looked lost as they could hear her cries and screaming  . 

“ she looking for her mom … penny i think she looking for you “ ruby smiled.

 “ me ? OH OH “  The woman jumped up  rushing to the room  before they could even savor the moment. 

“ i’m here baby “ she ran to the other side holding her head as jake mouthed a “ thank you “ . 

“ please make it stop “ she whimpered before the contraction had her screaming. 

“ mommy’s here sweet girl  come on you  can do this “ she kissed her head holding her hand tightly. 

“ you’re getting the snip … SHIT I’LL DO IT MYSELF”  She pushed the pressure immense  like her body was splitting til she felt it the release   , the light nice .  “ please “ that vulnerable tone to her voice breaking his heart. 

“ well done mama we got one beautiful baby girl out “ she called as she heard the crying fill the air .    “ you ready to do it again” she joked . 

“ i don’t find you funny “ she panted. “ is she ok “ she asked softly as jake eyes blur with tears seeing the small baby crying away . “ ohhh oh “ she screeched feeling the familiar building . 

“ oh guess baby number two already missing her sister  , big push mama”  the doc called as she gripped jake hard  almost pulling the man down on to the bed with her .  “ FUCK FUCK FUCK  I HATE MEN” She cried the burn as she felt  that release once more head falling back against the bed . “ i swear if theres more up there they can stay in there “ she croaked out. 

“ you did it baby , you got our girls here” jake kissed her head then her lips completely in awe of the woman before him. “ i love you mama “ he kissed her again. 

“ i love you too “ she smiled tiredly as the nurse came over.  “ Thanks for being there when i needed you  mom” she turned to penny . 

“ always will be baby girl “ she sniffled 

“ ready to meet your baby girls “  ruby asked  placing them on y/n  skin as she looked down in awe and amazement  , they were really here , they were here on her chest and the love she thought she felt for them completely intensified looking down at the two tiny bundles on her chest . 

“ their tiny “ she sniffled kissing each babies head. 

“ twins usually are on smaller side but no time they will be running around . 

“ we’re parent huh “ jakes eyes lit up seeing  them up close  , holding y/n , holding his whole world. 

“ thanks for coming when i needed you “ she panted looking up at penny . 

The doors opened as they walked in silent as could be   , more silent then the couple ever thought they could be , the group that usually bounded into a room with the finesse of a herd of  saint bernards currently walking like mice. She did peak a couple of shoves and pushes as she tried not to laugh everything was still tender and sore as she held one of the beauties and jake held another . 

“ dagger squad meet charlie bethany mitchell seresin and nicole carolina  mitchell seresin  named after their grandmama’s and great aunt carole  , we got uncle goose in there too” she smiled as bradleys faces lit up .  “ jake came up with nicole “ she added beaming up at man she didn’t think she could love more and her heart seemed to be over flowing . 

“ they’re perfect  both beautiful “ bradley sniffled .  

“ i couldn’t agree more “ pete stood in awe . 

“ i can’t believe your parents now “ nat smiled . 

“  two lucky little girls “ bob added . 

“   i’m one lucky man “ jake beamed . 

“ for hangman i  will agree and say your right.. Now can we hold them “ . 

“ dad first .. my dad “ she clarified seeing rooster ready to say something smart. 

“ wait let me sit first “ pete smiled excitedly almost pulling the chair across the chair  as jake came towards him with one baby. 

“ you need to support her head man” . 

“ bradley i know how to hold a baby “ he rolled his eyes.

“ thats nicole “ y/n called.

“ and this is charlie “ jake smiled placing the bundle in his other arm . 

“ their beautiful , it feel like i was in the hospital only yesterday as your mom had you  now here you are”  his eyes filling with tears as he look at two sleeping , two most precious girls in his life , his granddaughters .  how it was like holding his little girl only twice taking in their little chubby cheeks and their soft skin   the immense love and pride  . 

“ jakes parent will be here later if beth is driving well it could be any minute that woman could put the F1 to shame “ y/n let out a tired chuckle. 

“ i second that bagman your mom is amazing “ nat cackled . 

“ hey room for one more cause of course your water had to break while i was on school trip i got one of teacher drive me here” amelia’s head poked in . 

“ well seems as you both got mom status” mav smirked. 

“ hey i mean she always been mom  , when my mom died she reached out been there ever since and i know my mom will always be my mom but having two doesn’t hurt” y/n winked.

“ so in other words stop hogging my grandbabies “ penny giggled .  

“ hey so i didn’t lie to my teacher when i said my sister was in labor “ amelia beamed. 

“ most awesome big sister ever excuse you “ y/n tried sitting up a little straighter.  “ are they crying” she asked as they turned their head . 

“ its dust.. You know what no that was beautiful moment” javy wiped his face. 

“ so would it make it even more beautiful to ask you and roo to be their godfathers?” she asked . 

“ wait shit … sorry really”  

“ we we’re thinking nat and amelia would make the best godmothers “ jake smirked  as their eyes lit up . 

 “ wow we really have grown huh? “  rooster chuckled . 

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[sunlightmurdock]

I assume BBB Bradley also has a breeding kink? Because like think about him towering over me bambi slamming into her the way she likes muttering softly about wanting to fill her up watching her belly grow making sure every one knows who’s filling her up.

And then after when they are cuddling and he’s still inside (gotta keep it all in there bambi) talking about she’s going to be such a good mama and tank is going to be such a good brother, and their baby is going to have Jake wrapped around their finger in no time and just being so fucking sweet. It makes me fucking feral babe. FERAL

good Lord I’m about to keel over. Bradley’s relationship with the future is complicated because he’s an incredibly impulsive person and he doesn’t trust easily.

Sex? — sure, that’s easy. Love? — pfft, who even knows what that is. Telling someone that he is going to make them his future… now, that’s serious .

You’re already his. There’s no doubt about it, no questions asked. He wakes up with Tank settled between the two of you or curled between your legs as you rest on his chest. He walks the dog, he empties the trash; Bradley has inserted himself into your life and proven himself useful.

He proves it every day, even when you tell him that it’s okay, that he doesn’t have to. Whether it’s him begrudgingly building a piece of furniture with stupidly small, fiddly pieces, or burying his face between your legs or grabbing you and guiding your arms until you can throw a punch that could take down a linebacker.

It’s decided. You’re his, he’s yours. You know that a ring is coming, sure. But that’s not what a future means for Bradley. His promises might sound a little less romantic to someone else. Cupping your face and growling into your ear that he can’t wait for everyone to know how much he loves you, see how much he fucking cares when you’re all full of him.

Panting, head leaned back against the kitchen island as he pounds into you on its wooden surface. It’s all agreement, wordless and oh, so fucking desperate.

It’s not the first time he cums in you, no. But it’s the first time that he tells you why, big brown eyes boring into yours as he holds you flush against him. “Gotta make sure it sticks, baby.” He mutters into your salty skin, fingers sliding along the nape of your neck and into your roots.

“Can’t wait to make you a mama,” He mumbles into your skin, still lazily rocking his hips as your body trembles under your touch. “Love you so fucking much. I’m gonna be so good for you, Bambi.”

…

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> Getting Back Together (Part Two)

the beginning, and the middle (not the end) by cloudburst {T}

But hell, he wasn’t about to tell his fellow pilots the good news that Hangman had finally settled down – in a manner of speaking – and finally met the one. That last part not being an exaggeration had him turning mid-air, flown through the jetwash, unrecoverable spin. He couldn’t pull the fucking eject.

If I Go on With You (By My Side) by piper__b {T}

Did Hangman want to continue what they had together? If they even did continue, could it be like the early days? Of course, it couldn’t. They weren’t irresponsible adults anymore. They weren’t looking for someone to relieve stress with. Rooster was in love and he hoped Hangman was too. You can’t go back to “meaningless” hookups after you realize you love watching them smile and you spend every minute you can to make them laugh because it fills your chest with warmth. You can’t go back after you realize that simple touches like holding hands, or kisses pressed to the crown of their head, is the highlight of your day sometimes.

I won't let go 'til the end by cedricslove {E}

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Bradley asked in a gentle tone, hands softly rubbing his shoulders. “Nothing,” he said, unwillingly tensing at his own response, knowing it would give him away. Bradley sighed, “Why do you always do this? You shut me out.” Re-telling of Rooster and Hangman's relationship from Hangman's perspective

higher further faster, baby by lyonet {E}

The thing about Bradley Bradshaw – seriously, what kind of sadist gives their kid a name like that – is that he’s good, he’s really good, but he could be better and that just pisses Jake off. What can he say, he’s a judgy kind of guy, he gets it from his mother. Put that together with the dumb moustache, the sad puppy eyes, the way Bradley reacts to every single jab Jake tosses his way, and, well – was he expecting Jake to be capable of leaving him in peace? Probably not.

Men Like Us by DancingDisaster

Men Like Us {M}

Seresin men love with reckless abandon. It’s put every man before him in the ground. Jake refuses to be buried. He flies like he has nothing left to lose (he doesn’t), a one man army (he is), leaving everyone else in the dust (so they don’t leave him). Admiral Kazansky claps him on the shoulder, says he expects great things from him, and Jake’s smile is feral as the rest of his flight school cohort looks on in disbelief. Hangman, they all say, like Jake’s entire personality was a long con, and he ranks first in class. Rooster doesn’t look at all. (They've got history spanning the better part of a decade and they are absolutely, positively not over it.)

Bowerbirds And Other Mating Displays {T}

“Why does Seresin keep calling you Bowerbird, Bradshaw?” Mickey asks a few days later during their break between training hops. Natasha laughs so hard coffee almost comes out of her nose. Or— It starts, as many poor decisions do, with a trip to Target.

Golden by Welcome_to_the_Badlands {T}

The only thing running through Jake's head was what if. What if he hadn’t reached them in time? What if they had fallen in the ocean, only miles from where Jake had been waiting in his plane on standby? What if Rooster had died not knowing that Jake still loved him so much Jake could barely breathe?

this is why we can't have nice things (darling) by kidfromspace {T}

The events of Top Gun: Maverick except Hangman and Rooster are bitter exes. And then more.

You Broke My Will, But What a Thrill by soisserieux {_}

Bradley shrugs. “No one there knows about us yet. We didn’t really get together until after we graduated, and I don’t know about you, but I haven’t really mentioned to anyone that I’m dating the Jake Seresin.” “Are you trying to decide how to tell them?” Jake asks. Bradley settles back into his chair. “Actually, I was considering what would happen if we didn’t.” “If we didn’t tell them?” A mischievous grin appears on Bradley’s face, and holy shit, that’s another one of Jake’s favorite expressions. “I was thinking about challenging you to a competition.” Jake grins. “I’m listening.”

if someone was going to break me (I’d want it to be you) by tearsricochets {T}

There’s a kiss being placed on his neck, and he sighs when he realizes it was right on one of the multiple marks Bradley had littered him with that evening. “Should I leave?” he asks, while tightening his arms around his waist. (‘Should I leave?’ he asks. Like Jake would ever make him leave. No, that’s Jake’s job.) He doesn’t say that, instead answering: “Ask again in five.” Because he’s weak, and he’s always got to have an escape route planned, a way out of the hole he’s dug for himself once again.

the moon may be high by multifandommonster {T}

The chance to try again, Jake thinks. For all of them— for Bradley and Jake, for him and Natasha, the chance to do it better in the wake of almost losing each other without ever clearing the air. The chance to be better, to want to be better— for Jake to never leave them behind, and for them to stick with him through the mud. His eyes find Bradley’s again and he’s shocked to see the sheen of tears, the strain it must take to hold eye contact despite the vulnerability. He left you, his brain supplies. But he might never do it again.

One More Miracle by FabuMazX {G}

Bradley sees the exact moment that he reads his mind and his smile falls. Jake’s brow furrows slightly and Bradley sees him swallow. It’s not until Payback brushes past his shoulder that Jake blinks, breaking the line between them; then he’s gone, pushing through the crowd towards the door while the others stare and call after him in a confused cluster. So maybe he needs one more miracle. - It takes a suicide mission for Bradley to realise he's not ready to give up on them. Now he just has to convince Jake. That's miracle number one.

Take My Hand and Hold On Forever by Earthangel_44 {E}

It happens again like clockwork. Every new achievement or award that Jake gets pinned to his chest. Every time he went to Afghanistan or flew with the F-151, Jake calls Bradley. Every COMM he receives or shiny new ribbon that is placed on his chest, Jake called Bradley. Or: Jake gets a lot of awards and Bradley rewards him for his good flying.

I Hate The Way I Sleep Better With You by FabuMazX {T}

5 Times Rooster and Hangman help each other through nightmares +1 time they help somebody else.

epic skill displays and their aftercare by boobooblue {T}

So, the plan. The plan consisted of impressing Rooster with his Upgraded Epic Pool Skills™️.

watching, waiting, still anticipating love by iridescent {T}

Bradley’s fingers caress the keys deftly, coaxing a bittersweet melody from the depths of the piano’s body. Then he starts singing, a few lines here and there almost like an afterthought. His voice is low and husky, lends itself naturally to this sort of soppy and overly sentimental love song. He doesn’t seem to notice Jake being there at all. Despite himself, Jake is transfixed. (Or, three distinct episodes in their lives where Bradley plays the piano and Jake listens.)

no need to pray, no need to speak by dalearden {T}

Taking the very last moment he has, Bradley closes in again on Jake but this time it’s so he can rest his forehead against the man who has been his lover and his rival all at once, his heart doing jumping jacks in his chest as he tries to have one more chance to just breathe. Jake matches him, beat for beat, and Bradley has to close his eyes against the tidal wave of overwhelming sorrow that makes him feel, pressing a hand to Jake’s chest as he murmurs a promise he knows he can’t keep but which he feels he has to make all the same because what if, what if…

still got that old time feeling by haridwar {E}

This was where Bradley’s head had been stuck for the entirety of his trip home. Flying in to San Diego from overseas had given him ample opportunity to overthink. Not about his impromptu homecoming though, or the fact that he would be stopping by his childhood home for the first time in well over a decade, or what it would be like to retrace his steps through Top Gun again like the first time around wasn’t difficult enough. No. His mind was stuck inexplicably upon Jake goddamn Seresin, and his goddamn stupid handsome face, and the fact that he still had way too many feelings for a guy who had walked out on him without so much as a backward glance. Or: yet another retelling of TG:M which covers some of the hangster subtext Tom Cruise neglected to include in his movie

maybe the miles can make up for the things you lack (are you ready to start?) by davidbyrne {M}

“Are you sure you want to do that? With me?” There are a million things Rooster could say in response. He could tell him about how the idea of getting a plane, even a commercial one, still makes his blood buzz in the most uncomfortable way, even after all these months. He could tell him about how, when his mom died, she told him to see the world and he hasn’t even been able to see America, except through Navy-mandated stations. He could retract his offer right now, say he’s actually not sure and doesn’t want to spend three months of his life with his ex. He could tell Jake he loves him, still loves him, and beg him to love him back just the same. He says none of that. Instead, he says, “I’d go anywhere with you, Jake. You know that.” Or three months, 48 states, two men, and their emotional baggage

Slow Ride by Earthangel_44 {E}

“Name it, baby.” Bradley’s voice isn’t even recognizable with how low it’s dropped and Jake’s eyes dilate. The flush slowly moves below the collar of his shirt and Bradley’s eyes follow it. “We go by my rules.” Jake says back. His voice lost the authoritative bite and Bradley smirks. “Which are?” Jake swallows thickly and his gaze drags down Bradley’s body. “You have to beg to fuck me.”

Training Montage by drh0rrible {E}

No matter where in the world you found yourself stationed, Navy bars were all the same. It was a comfort really, a nice bit of stability in a life defined by chaos. It starts in a Navy bar, and then another one, and another one. A one night stand, to half a relationship, to exes, to maybe something again. Another history of Rooster and Hangman.

why’d you wait so long (to tell me you need me) by thewonderzebra {E}

“Can you promise me something?” Jake calls into the darkness. Bradley tries to keep his muscles from tensing up at the thought of the broken promises he’s weathered in his lifetime. He slips his hands under the shirt Jake is wearing, palms and fingertips on warm, soft skin acting as a grounding mechanism. “That’s dangerous,” he warns. He knows he would do anything, say anything if it means never losing Jake again. But in their profession, promises are never a guarantee of permanence. Still, Jake seems aware of the danger and is determined to forge ahead, fearless as ever. “Promise me that we’re forever.” OR A retelling of TG:M explaining the background of Jake and Bradley’s relationship, and how it comes to evolve.

wish I knew how to hold you by Ravens_Words {T}

Bradley bullies Jake's flight information out of Javy, and it's much easier than he thought it would be. Probably because he doesn't want his best friend to be alone. "Bradshaw," Javy says before he hangs up, "you- I know he doesn't make it easy, but take care of him, will you?" He hesitates, takes a deep breath, "sure." For the first time, he wonders if he made a mistake, bit off more than he can chew. Jake goes back home, Bradley goes with him. It goes about as well as one can expect.

flames look beautiful (if you forget what they can do) by Ravens_Words {T}

Bradley Bradshaw returns to consciousness with a gasp, hand going to his side, where a searing pain makes itself known. "-ster, hey," Jake snaps, holds his face in both hands and forces him to look his way, "breathe." Bradley does as he's told, as painful as it is, and his vision clears somewhat. Jake's crouched beside him, concern etched on his face, and what happened comes back to him in flashes. The mission going sideways at every possible turn, seeing Jake's plane get shot down in the sky, the less than smooth emergency landing in the woods that followed.

we are tonight, we are forever by thewonderzebra {E}

Jake Seresin is the master of acting aloof, but when it comes down to it, Bradley can read him like an open book, seeing through every wall Jake puts up, through to his vulnerable soul. And right now, the book that is Hangman is all but screaming ‘come and get me’. OR An interlude in the Hard Deck, set during TG:M.

you can't be gone by writteninwaves {G}

It was like they were on a tightrope, carefully tugging on each ends and hoping they won’t fall. No parachutes, no safety nets. Two single pilots. Only thing they had was each other. Together, an unstoppable force. Bradley and Jake, their messes, fights and love, as told through Taylor Swift's 'Haunted'.

all of these games we play (I can't even keep 'em all straight) by tearsricochets {T}

He knows, theoretically, Jake wants some kind of reaction out of him. He’d seen it in the look he’d given Bradley right before accepting the man's invitation, but he also knows that he’s sick of the one having to make all the big emotional moves. He opens his mouth to tell Tasha as much, but stops when he sees a girl at the bar looking at him. She’s a curvy blonde, someone who looks like she was in a sorority in college. Her hair is perfectly curled, and her lips are a dark red color. She’s giving him a very long once-over, and when she meets his eyes again she smiles coyly. (Look, you don’t need to tell him it’s a bad plan, okay? He knows.) (Natasha does not care.) Because she knows the second she follows his eyeline what he’s going to do, and immediately opens her mouth to protest. “Do not do what I think you are about to Bradshaw.” He turns to look at her, the new gaze burning his skin. “Why not? He can play games but I can’t? Please, Tasha, give me a reason not to and I’ll leave it alone. Jesus, tell me what we are doing, at this point that would be just as great.” OR: the one in which they play many games, and then the one time they don’t.

we don’t know how to rhyme (but damn we try) by zaskiaz {T}

Bradley sighs and turns to greet his date, an automatic, if not bland smile plastered on his face. It’s when he makes eye contact with the person that his smile falters and falls as if it was never there to begin with. “You gotta be shitting me,” he breathes, disbelieving, at the same time Hangman hisses, “Oh, fuck no. or, the blind date but they are exes au

miles to go by Notchka88 {M}

Truth be told, Bradley hadn’t been expecting to be team leader. Given Maverick’s continued criticism of his flying and the shit Bradley had said to him—it had startled him to be Maverick’s choice. It had startled Hangman too, judging by the way his jaw had tightened and how he’d looked away, avoiding Bradley’s eyes during the briefing. Bradley should have been ready for Hangman’s reaction after everything that had happened between them, but it had still stung. (AU Canon Divergence where Rooster is Dagger One, Hangman is Dagger Two, and the mission goes as badly as in the movie. When Rooster is shot down, it's Hangman who follows after him.)

gonna let it burn, burn, burn by dalearden {M}

"Bradley still doesn’t really know how it had gone so spectacularly wrong between them but he thinks he might be getting an idea, experiencing now what love seems to mean for Jake Seresin, that it’s basically on the same level as deity worship and it’s all so much, so intense, nearly too much to bear to be on the receiving end of. He can’t begin to what it must be like to feel it if receiving it is like this."

slipped from my fingertips by astronomical_light {M}

“So tell me, Rooster,” Jake says from beside him. Bradley turns and takes him in, the way he’s leaning on his elbow on the bar, chest open towards Bradley as he mindlessly swivels his lower body on the barstool. “Why haven’t you settled yourself down yet?”

Always by greenstuff {E}

Jake meets Bradley for the first time when they're eighteen. This is the story about how they fall in love, break up, and then spend years finding their way back to each other. A modern Persuasion, if you squint a bit.

got to get your lovin' (one more time) by Percyjacksonfan3 {E}

When the first opening for an assignment comes his way he grasps it with both hands. It’s long, it’s far away, and it’s a distraction. It’s that mission that he gets his first and so far only kill, marking him as the only Navy pilot in active duty to have one. A couple of the TOPGUN graduates text him congratulations when they hear. A couple of them don’t. Jake grits his teeth and moves on. It's the backstory breakup fic that I couldn't not write after watching this movie, along with these two figuring themselves out after the events of Maverick to realize they actually did belong together all along. Also Phoenix and Coyote are the best friends two disasters like Rooster and Hangman could ask for, and I love them.

I bet you think about me by miraculousmultifan {T}

Hangman could admit to himself that, although he understood the gesture for what it was, he really didn’t want to attend Bradshaw’s stupid fucking wedding. And he was actually lying about that whole “understanding the gesture” thing. He didn’t understand. It felt more like a “Fuck you!” from Rooster to invite him to the wedding like he didn’t know damn well that Hangman would just be imagining himself beside him. And of course, he didn’t have a plus one because all their other friends were taking their own dates. *** Rooster is getting married, and against his better judgment, Hangman attends the rehearsal dinner with the rest of the Daggers. It goes about how he expected, if maybe a little better?

Left Hanging by takingovermidnight {T}

When Jake Seresin adopts the attitude that later earns him his "Hangman" call sign, Bradley Bradshaw cannot help but feel somewhat responsible.

this love came back to me by miraculousmultifan {M}

"this love is good, this love is bad, this love is alive back from the dead" *** During the mission, Jake and Bradley reminisce on what they had and what they could have had. Until they end up having it after all.

another perfect night to spend wide awake by andthentheybow {T}

After the mission, the team arrives back on land for a week-long leave while the brass decides what to do with them. Two days after they’ve landed, no one has seen Rooster other than Maverick, who’s scarce himself. Hangman and Phoenix decide to do something about it.

'cause you never gave a warning sign by LaceyAmethyst {M}

“Hangman, it’s on fire,” he screamed. “Don’t—” But it was too late. “Throttling up.” “NO!” Bradley screamed, seeing Jake’s right engine blow. His plane started falling, and Bradley couldn’t keep the words in anymore. “JAKE! NO! JAKE!" -- Bradley and Jake broke up in Lemoore, and a year later they’re assigned to the Dagger Squad mission. Bradley thinks he’s got his heart under control, thinks he can handle Jake looking at him like he’s a stranger, like they didn’t mean the world to each-other once. But then a bird strike hits Jake’s plane, and Bradley proceeds to Lose His Fucking Shit.

a dead love's buried beneath the dirt by Ravens_Words {T}

Jake is looking up at the ceiling, trying to find shapes in the mold that litters the walls, when two men walk in. They're wearing masks, and walk towards him with purpose. One of them steps around the chair Jake's in, and the other takes out his phone. He's strapped to the chair with some sort of belt around his chest, his arms are bound to the chair's, and so are his legs, so he can't really move to see what the guy behind him is doing, and against his will, his heart rate skyrockets. A hand darts out from behind, wraps around his neck so tightly he sees stars, and the tip of a knife breaks the skin as it's pressed into his throat. "Admiral Seresin," the man behind the camera says, and Jake's heart sinks right down to his toes, "you have exactly 48 hours to give us back our money, and our shipment, or your son dies."

I never stopped loving you by cloudsandstarss {T}

Jake's been enjoying his vacation, when he gets a call from Bradley.

slow down (you're doing fine) by charlie_mou {M}

"But have you ever thought about what happened after?" Suddenly, Jake felt like the tone alarm was going off and he was stuck in the cockpit with the hydraulics out. "After?" "His dad died before he even turned three. His mom died a week after he turned nine. Have you thought about what happened after?" Or, Seven years after their break up, Jake and Bradley are finally about to admit why it happened. But instead of resolving whatever there is between them, Bradley starts giving Jake heart attacks while in the sky - and Jake has a feeling it's all about more than flying. Going to Maverick for advice might just clear things up for him. (or, I heard 'slow ride' and 'waiting for the right moment' and made it into a backstory for all of Rooster's issues)

As We Go by megs_m {T}

Rebuilding is so much harder than tearing down. He's sure there is something profound about that-but he's too exhausted to care. There’s a maelstrom of conflicting emotions running through him. Elation, guilt, fear, hope, terror, and longing. He feels like he’s seconds from being ripped apart - the different forces are too much for his broken self - he’s already held together with duct tape and hope - he can’t possibly withstand this too.

With His Head Held High by dalearden {T}

Jake was born and raised in Texas and he knows a thing or two about guns. When Hard Deck is raided by a band of thugs and all inside taken hostage, Jake gets his hands on a rifle that Penny keeps under the counter and shows them exactly why they shouldn’t mess up with his Team. And Rooster may or may not get hard by seeing how precise Jake’s aim is.

When The Sky Falls by Welcome_to_the_Badlands {G}

“No one has called me that in a year and a half, and the one time someone did, he almost got a broken nose,” Bradley says, his face still buried in Jake’s chest. Jake sucks in a sharp breath but doesn't say anything. “No one has touched me in about that long either,” Bradley adds after a few seconds.

images of broken light by dalearden {E}

The tears fall freely this time before he can stop them and when Bradley brushes the wetness away for him with the callused pads of his fingers, Jake can feel something in him break. “Come back,” he whispers, a secret plea for Bradley’s ears only. “Whatever happens out there just…please come back.” Bradley’s eyes pool with sorrow, like he already knows what’s going to happen and can’t stop it even if he wanted to but he kisses Jake and breathes a promise they both know can’t be kept into him anyway.

touch you like I do by ginnydear {E}

But now, I have finally seen the end. by Aphroditedany {G}

Sometimes, it's simply love.

if honesty means telling you the truth (I’m still in love with you) by local_troubled_writer {E}

Bradley “I got sent on a suicide mission” Bradshaw and Jake “and I took the ‘suicide’ part personally” Seresin. Aka, the one where they go on the impossible mission, somehow make it out alive and someone confessed some feelings.

riding on waves by writteninwaves {G}

“Maybe in a few years, we’ll be in the same place somehow. If you still want to try then, come find me there. In that somewhere…” Bradley loves the skies and the sea. He loves Jake too but it takes him a while to learn how to love being on the ground for himself, and stop running away. Soft introspective Bradley feels + drives + rain + actual crying that happens in the bronco

We're Better Together by indybob {T}

In the aftermath of the mission, Jake stays the night at Bradley’s to make sure he settles in with the minor injuries he sustained. A nightmare, a late-night conversation, lots of tears, and closure ensue. Or: The mission makes Jake and Bradley realize that they’re still in love and that life is too short to not try again.

from this day to the ending of the world by dalearden {_}

Jake flies the mission instead of Maverick and takes the hit meant for Bradley. The two pilots find themselves stranded in enemy territory battling against the willderness and, in Jake's case, a bullet wound from the guns of a fifth gen fighter. It's the worst possible time for Bradley to realize just how deep his feelings for Jake really run.

I’ve been loving you for quite some time by dalearden {E}

After surviving the impossible, Jake is back where he belongs...being worshipped in Bradley's bed. (A little porny follow-up to my previous story from this day to the ending of the world.)

[oh-surprise-its-me]

No angst for once...(I've just wrote the infamous first meeting in italian, tho..I'm on a mission to spread the presence of chris around... 😃😃)

Besides the usual, common ones (like...we know Ron still calls Chris angel, from time to time. That's how he called him the first time)...nicknames! Between each other, with Tommy. Maybe even Mav and the baby Daggers. Also Dave. Because him and Chris are obviously close.

Omg I’m so glad you like them as much as I do😁😁

This ended up less fic then I had originally planned and it’s more of a small list but oh well! I’m definitely going to write more with their nicknames but I hope this gave a fun answer!

Hon is used for anyone. Everyone has been called hon at some point by Chris.

Chris will drop all sorts of nicknames. Baby is thrown around for Ron, Tom and Jake. Eventually Bradley as well. (Mav too when he’s extremely hurt)

Chris said sweetheart to Ron pretty early on, it started after Ron made him breakfast in bed and it stuck.

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Threesome au nicknames-

Darling happened around Tom, it made him blush for years before he finally got used to it.

Ron calls Tom kotek, It’s polish for kitty or kitten, it started because Tom likes ducking his head under Ron’s chin.

Tom calls Chris serce in polish which translates to heart, Chris didn’t know what it meant for months until he finally figured it out. He’ll also call Chris mysz which is polish for mouse.

Tom calls Ron honey more often then anything else. He’s not sure why but it fits.

It took a while for both Ron and Tom to get used to nicknames. They didn’t know quite how to work it out at first but once they started it became really natural. Chris uses them all the time because born and raised in Texas you’ll get called honey and sweetheart by every woman over 40.

(Idk how you feel about nsfw but I decided to share) Ron will call Chris a slut in the most affectionate voice imaginable. Tom will call him baby. Chris will call them both lover or any other name that comes to his brain.

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Ron calls Chris pretty boy. That one started in bed but slowly just became something he liked saying. Chris smiles every time he hears it.

(David only dies in that one response, otherwise he’s perfectly alive and happy lol) Chris and David call each other dummy more often then any other names, Chris gets called doll sometimes though. They’ve known each other since they were 14, David is extremely protective of this small blond kid he ends up being best friends with.

Mav likes calling Chris blondie, it drives Chris nuts. He’s not even that blond anymore. Chris calls him idiot. He can’t help it. But when Mav is hurt? He gets a hon thrown his way and it shocks him.

Chris calls Goose birdbrain, Goose finds it hilarious, he calls Chris tiny.

Kiddo is the most regularly used nickname for the daggers, but kid, brat, monkeys, the children, and the circus clowns have all been used multiple times.

Chris will call Jake all sorts of nicknames, baby honey, and kiddo are the most used. Ron uses Chickie and baby.

When Tom is around he’ll call Jake baby, or sweetheart. Mav calls him trouble, literally “hey trouble what are you doing.”

Chris will call Tom hon often, the first time it happened Mav was jealous but then he realized it wasn’t a romantic thing. Ron uses Tommy so often, he’ll call him hon to get his attention sometimes.

Jake calls Bradley all sorts of nicknames, honey, sweetheart and roo are very common. Bradley calls Jake baby, it makes Jake melt every time. He probably uses baby more then Jake’s actual name. I also go feral for Jake being called princess so Bradley calls him that at home.

[arcane-vagabond]

Not to sound like a damsel in distress kinda girl but I need to see Jake lose his shit when he realizes what just happened to skipper and rush to save her and then go feral protecting her from Cole. I want to see him stand in front of/hold her protectively (and all that good stuff along those lines) and be ready to MURDER Cole for DARING to attempt to lure his sweet skipper and even think of hurting her

I know we love to hate on damsels in distress, but quite frankly, I love them sometimes.

And wouldn't THAT be a site, huh?? I think the frenzy would completely take over Jake at that point, driving him near the point of madness himself because how DARE someone go after her. How DARE someone try to stake a claim on what's his. How DARE they put her in danger.

We're talking, teeth bared (even sharper than when he bit Bradley that one time), magic at its PEAK, barely contained rage as his focus narrows in on the man who would hurt his Skipper.

Or something like that, idk

[ddejavvu]

Bradley who casually keeps railing you and has your eyes rolling and screaming (with and without s) all over and about his cock when hangman walks into the room while you fucking

‘ you like what you see hangman ? ‘

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Jake can't say he's seen anything like this before. At least, not in person. Pornography doesn't quite capture the ballistic, feral nature of the sex you're having now, and he's never noticed scratch marks on the back of the stars' backs like Bradley has now.

He stops dead in the doorway of his teammate's room, eyes wide. His foot hits the door and makes a dull thump, the noise shooting a shiver up your spine and thudding your heart to your stomach.

"Brad- Bradley!" Your eyes go wide, but you can't exactly speak coherently while Bradley's hips ram into your own. Jake's never seen a man look more feral, and the grunts that are coming from his mouth and muffling into the skin of your shoulder are only further evidence.

"Bradley!" You urge, unwrapping one hand from around his neck and forcing his face out of your neck, "Look!"

Rooster isn't happy to be interrupted.

"What?" He groans, letting you maneuver his face to be tilted over his shoulder. His hips never stutter, though, thick cock still pistoning through your weeping cunt. At the sight of Jake he scoffs, turning back to you without a second thought. His lips suction to your neck and your head is thrown back in bliss, but Jake can still hear Bradley's question.

"Well, you like what you see, Hangman? Either get in or get out, don't just stand there."

[ohtobeleah]

Kitchen Quickie with Bob that gets interrupt by the squad/while the squad is at the house (Bob is a dirty dirty boy who can't keep his hands to himself)

#strictly scandalous

Brain go brrrr.

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut ahead.

It’s Saturday afternoon and you and Bob are hosting the weekly dagger dinner. Every Monday morning before pre-flight checks, the daggers would all throw their names into Fanboys gross ass hat and draw a name out. Whoever’s name was drawn? Hosted Saturday night dagger dinner.

“Dinner’s pretty much ready Bubba.” Bob was on the back deck, neatly placing the cutlery you’d sent him out with alongside the placemats that littered the outdoor dining set you’d both dropped a pretty penny on a few years back. “Wanna come in for a taste test?”

“Coming darlin.” It's a simple reply, but one that makes your heart swoon for your Fiancé. Bob finished what he’s doing before he’s sauntering inside, chasing the captivating smell of tomato and basil lamb shakes that could honestly kill. They smelt so good. “Baby, It smells amazing in here.” Bob rounds the corner into the kitchen to find you slicing up some homemade bread. You’d gone all out for this danger dinner and he was so thankful for everything you had done.

“Hmm—“ You're leaning over the slow cooker, frowning as you stir the contents. “I just hope to potatoes are cooked enough otherwise I’m never gonna here the end of it from Hang—“ Before you can finish saying how Jake would never let you forget it if the potatoes weren’t soft enough, Bob is twirling you around in his grasp, so stunned at his suddenness you drop the ladle, it makes a mess when the red sauce covered utensil hits the gray tiles of your kitchen floor. “Robert Floyd!” You giggle as his lips make contact with the juncture of your neck, hands roaming the small of your waist as he lifts you up onto the countertop, pushing the chopping board aside. “What has gotten into you?”

“Thought I might be able to start with dessert first?” Bob mumbles, he’s hungry for something only you can give him. “You’ve put so much effort into this dinner, makes me horny as shit just thinking about how you would have been roaming the isles at the grocery store looking for everything you needed.”

“Oh woah—“ You chuckle, leaning back to catch a glimpse at the flushed hume creeping over Bob's cheeks. “Talk dirty to me more, Lieutenant.” You worked in the base cafe, serving up stellar coffees to all ranking men and women. It was where you’d met and subsequently fallen in with Robert Floyd when he’d returned to TopGun for a second time. A few years on and the two of you were inseparable, planning a wedding, ready to take on the world together.

“Love when you get all domestic and cook up a feast.” Bob was feral, really. But in a different way to lost men you’d dated in the past. He was a respectable feral. Always found something so sincere and genuine to love you for.

“Does it turn you on to know I’ve already ironed your flight suit and hung it up in the cupboard for Monday morning?” Bobs groaning into your mouth as his hands work to unzip his jeans. Pulling them down just below his ass in a feverish haste.

“I’m in love with you, you know that right?” Bob's hands go from his jeans to the hem of your sundress, pulling it up as his lips never leave yours, pushing your panties to the side as his digits slip past your folds. “So wet.”

“What can I say, I’ve got a thing for military men.” That was a very true statement. “Fuggh—“ Coaxing his fingertips against your velvet walls, Bob revels in the slight squelching sound that echoes through the kitchen, standing between your parted knees as his fingers disappear inside you. Buried to the hilt. “Bob—baby—“

“There’s no fucking way.” Rooster is stopping at the front door, he’s got a clear view straight into the kitchen via the window right next to the front door. The blinds are open, the window is cracked and your whimpers can be heard from afar.

Bradley’s holding his arm out in front of Phoenix, stopping her in her tracks as her chest collides with his forearm. “Nope—“

“Bradshaw—?”

“Shut up, listen.” Although Phoenix could have very well slammed her elbow into the sternum of Bradley Bradshaw at his sudden demeanour change, she was caught off guard by the sound of supple whimpers and deep airy groans coming from inside the Floyd household.

“Oh my god go, go.” Phoenix is as wide eyed and bushy tailed as ever as her and Bradley race back down the three stairs and book it back to the Bronco. Scared they’ll never get the sounds out of their heads and know they don’t need an x-rated image of you and Bob to go along with it.

“Bob honey, need you now.” It’s needy and it’s hard to keep your head level as Bob pulls his fingers from your cunt, sucking your nectar from the lengthy digits before he’s guiding himself inside you. Moaning as he does.

“Ahhhh god—so tight all for me angel.” Bob hissed as he slowly lifted your legs to hook over his arms, angling you just right so that you could take every inch he was willing to give. “Be a good girl and keep those pretty eyes on me baby, wanna watch you unravel.”

You do as you're told as Bob starts a slow pace, building up the pressure before he’s setting a rhythm so fierce it has the slow cooker dancing beside you. Threatening to jump off the edge of the counter.

“Aarruugghh—Bob! Fuck!”

“So good for me darlin Ohh—keep those pretty moans coming.” It’s thrilling, it’s damn near pornographic the way Bob is talking to you, the way he’s handling you, the way he’s working you towards your high.

“Ahhh! Fuck keep going! Keep fucking me baby just like that—“ Its a short lived moment though, because unlike Rooster and Phoenix who had retreated back to the Bronco of shelter, Mickey Garcia and Javy Machado were not so smart, walking right in and into their worst nightmare.

“Oh god!” Javy is turning around in an instant, while Mickey closes his eyes tight, too afraid to move. He’s convinced himself that if he doesn’t move Bob won’t see him. “Bob! You knew we were coming right!?”

“Bobs got you up in his arms and ducking behind the counter the second he hears his colleagues voices, still stuffed inside you as he covers your mouth and watches your eyes roll into the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you. A part of you is very turned on by his protectiveness.

“We got carried away!” He shouted back. Still watching you cum on his cock. “Give me like, two minutes!”

“Fucking hell Floyd—“ Fanyboy sighs as he blindly feels around for the front door. “Never again.”

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Strictly Scandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

[sebsxphia]

you’re doing cnc headcanons??? pls do one for bradley i will go feral (i get feral over all ur work who am i kidding.) -💋

tee hee i’m indeed!! bless you, thank you so much my dear!! 💖

i hope you enjoy the below! 💌

The same applies for Bradley as it did with Phoenix and Jake. You and Bradley would both agree to cnc and he would ensure he understood your boundaries and remind you of your safe word prior.

Bradley can sometimes fuck you so hard that he fucks you into sub space and you become uncommunicative with your eyes glazed over and rolled to the back of your head, with nothing but hoarse groans leaving your pretty little mouth.

He’ll ask you if you’re still with him and when you don’t reply, he just fucks you harder into the mattress. Hand resting on your belly so he can feel himself in your lower abdomen with one hand holding up your thigh so he can angle himself deeper.

“Still with me baby girl? No? Shame, I’m not fucking stopping. Not when your cunt feels this good. Fuck.” He grunts as he speeds up his unwilling thrusts.

If Bradley needs you, he needs you, regardless of your protests. He catches you in the kitchen when he comes home after an irritating day and he’s hiking up your dress and pinning you to the kitchen counter top.

“Bradley!” You yelp out in surprise. He snakes his hand round to your mouth to slip two fingers inside, while one hand steadies your hips as he bottoms out.

He groans at the feeling but comes back to reminding you of what he expects. “Please be quiet, darlin’. I don’t wanna hear anything expect the sound of your slick cunt around me.”

You whine against his fingers. “Bu- but Bradley, stop! Your dinner. It’s gonna b-”

He grunts at your protests and forces his fingers in further. “Fucking quiet.”

Size kink too ties into this. Bradley knows he’s big and so do you. After he’s stretched you out over the kitchen counter he’s taking you again not too soon after, his frustrations still not fucked out of his system yet.

“Bradley, please. It’s too much. I can’t take- fuck!” He ruts up into you and along that sweet spot inside that makes you see stars, hitting so close to your cervix you think your legs are going to give in as they shake. He snorts at your remark and pins you down against the sofa with a firm hand.

“Yes you can. Fucking look at you, your cum is covering my cock. Take what I gave you and be grateful.”

[thesadpilotclub]

Thinkin about trans Jake Seresin still.

And when Bradley finally finds out. And how Jake is terrified with certainty that Bradley is going to find him disgusting & not love him anymore. Only for Bradley to go absolutely feral with need.

Bradley pushes Jake up against a wall and kisses him like a starving dog eats their first meal. His firm hands slide in to every curve of Jake’s body until they reach his thighs, where they clutch at the back and hoist Jake up.

Jake feels the shape of Bradley’s hard cock through his pants, grinding against his pussy. He whimpers in to Bradley’s mouth. It’s been over a year since he was touched.

“How wet does your pussy get, baby?” Bradley says on to Jake’s lips. “Can I make you drip? Can I get you to soak through your panties?”

Jake opens his mouth but all that comes out are shaky gasps as Bradley continues to grind in to him. Even if he could make words, he not sure what he’d say. Jake never considered a reality where Bradley could find his transness sexy.

“Please, let me touch you.” Bradley said. The whiskers of his mustache grazed the shell of Jake’s ear. “I wanna feel how wet you are. I wanna taste you. Please, baby.”

“You....You want me?” Jake took a deep breath and somehow mustered the willpower to look Bradley in the eye.

“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.” Bradley said.

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

So does Jake always scent mark Ronnie whenever they see Bob bc he’s a jealous little bitch orrrrrr

👀👀🫣🫣 I am looking at it respectfully kee - it inspired a lil somethin somethin

word count: 791

warnings: jealous/possessive werewolf jake, mention of pregnancy, werewolf mating stuff, suggestive language

Of course, Jake asked how Ronnie was able to cover up his scent mark once everything was settled down. And of course, Ronnie wasn’t able to lie to him. She told him the honest truth. That Bob, sweet, kind Bob, had covered up his scent mark with one of his own. 

Jake lost it. He took her against the wall with a kind of feral, harsh need that had never been there before. His teeth scraped down her neck over and over despite knowing that he couldn’t scent mark her twice. The flesh was red for days afterward and it made him smile. Ronnie also couldn’t walk straight for days after and that made him smile too. 

She tried to assure him that Bob was always, and always would be, just a friend. He was only trying to help her. He saved her from being exposed to Bradley before she was ready. But it didn’t matter. That kind of offense, marking what wasn’t his, was like a scar that couldn’t fully heal over — that still ached from time to time. 

So even after their bond was settled, even after Bob found his own mate, even after she was nice and round with his pup — Jake still couldn’t let it go.

Even now, mingling at a pack get-together to celebrate the pup’s soon arrival, Jake had a possessive hand on Ronnie the entire night. Glaring around at all the other Blue River wolves that dared to get near her. She noticed, obviously. He wasn’t being subtle about it. Standing behind her the entire night, barely speaking two words to anyone who wasn’t Red Sky. Part of her wanted to be annoyed, but she understood his behavior. He was amongst wolves from a different pack (a pack that only a year ago wanted nothing more than to rip his throat out), in the presence of another Alpha, all while his Luna was at her most vulnerable. 

So really, she couldn’t find it in herself to be angry at him for being standoff-ish and guarded — especially when he pressed his chest into her back and put a protective hand on her large bump. 

Then Jake spotted Bob entering the house. He was late because he had to pick up his mate from work. A few of the Blue River wolves cheered when the pair walked in together. Not Jake. His grip on Ronnie only tightened when his eyes caught on the bespeckled wolf, following him intently as he made his way through the people with a smile on his face. 

Bob seemed to notice Ronnie first. His smile grew larger as he approached with a wave and his mate trailing behind him. Jake practically curled around Ronnie, hands sliding over the fabric of her sweater as he growled quietly — somewhere deep in his chest. 

Ronnie put her hand over his on the expanse of her belly, looking over her shoulder at him with a furrowed brow. “Baby, what is it?”

Jake didn’t say anything in reply. Watching as Bob’s blue gaze finally jumped to the Red Sky Alpha looming over Ronnie’s shoulder, a pleased smile on his face when Bob stalled in approaching Ronnie by saying hello to Natasha. Bob kept glancing at them after that, throat bobbing nervously as he chatted. 

And Jake made sure he was watching, made sure his eye contact held, as he leaned down and dragged his sharp teeth over Ronnie’s neck. Jake knew what Bob must have felt when he scent-marked Ronnie, because he felt it every single time he did it. The thoughts of mine mine mine, the sudden urge to claim her in any way he could. He hated that Bob once thought that about his mate. He felt Ronnie shiver in his hold and he smirked as Bob ducked his head. 

That was about when Ronnie caught on to what he was doing, however. 

She pulled herself out of his grasp and turned to face him with her hands on her hips, eyebrows raised. “Jake Seresin, stop.”

“What? I’m not doing anything,” he replied, facade falling when she narrowed her eyes at him. 

“I know exactly what you’re doing.” She poked him in the chest, then held that finger up to his face. “It was one time. He helped me out when you couldn’t. So, I think you technically owe him one. Now…”

She dropped her hand from his face. “I’m gonna go talk to my friend Bob. You can either come with me — or stay here and pout.” 

Without another word she turned and started making her way through the people, one hand bracing her lower back. Jake whined softly as he watched her go for a moment. Then with a sigh, he followed after her.

[teacupsanddahlias]

Okay listen 👀👀, I read the first chapter and then went absolutely feral imaging the AUs that could come from this! Like?? 👀👀 What if the contract said, “If there are no aggravating circumstances, Jake Seresin and Reader will get married when, she turns 21.” Let’s say the Seresins and Reader’s family put that clause in, in case one of the business partners wasn’t doing so well financially. But Reader uses that as a loophole because “aggravating circumstances” isn’t defined. So what happens??

The Boxer

Frat Boy turned up-incoming boxer, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw is idiotically in love with his best friend.

Who happens to be, the daughter of the man who owns his management company.

When she calls him freaking out over her arranged marriage, Rooster convinces her to spend the rest of the summer with him out in Las Vegas, where he’s training.

After stealing a copy of the marriage contract, the two discover that, “barring aggravating circumstances, Jake Seresin and Reader shall be married when she turns twenty-one.”

Seeing his chance, Rooster asks the girl of his dreams to marry him.

“Rooster, the point is for me not to get married at all!”

“It’s just for two years! Legally, your family can’t do anything if you’re already married. We can keep it a secret, no one needs to find out! Plus, if you’re on the road with me, your dad will see it as you learning how to run the business. No one will suspect anything.”

“Okay…let’s get married.”

Two years is enough time for him to confess his feelings for her, right?

Yes, she did get married in the strawberry dress because it’s Vegas and Rooster was definitely wearing the matching shirt.

Also, their wedding rings are their college class rings because Bradley can’t afford anything else at the moment (and the idea evolved from Rooster just being a frat boy. 😂 ignore the fact the picture used are of signet rings.)

The Roommate

The Abbott family ranch was failing, which meant that Robert Floyd Abbott needed to come home. He needed to drop out of college, say bye to his friends, and find a way to keep his family afloat.

But his roommate has another idea…

“I’m flattered that you made a PowerPoint over this, really this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Please send me a copy of this, but we can’t just get married!

“Why not, it’ll fix everything! If you’re dependent on your dad, you don’t qualify for the scholarship that can keep you here. But, if we get married, you do. Your father has to sell the ranch, I know I can fix the problems and make it profitable again. That’ll show the board that I don’t need Jake to run the company. Give me 2 years, please Robby.”

Outer Range crossover because Lewis Pullman in a cowboy hat has ruined me.

Instead of a ring, Bob got her an engagement necklace because it’s closer to her heart.

Got married in what they wore to the first formal they went to in college and then had a pizza party on the rooftop of their apartment. Bob wanted their wedding day to be special, even if they were getting married to sorta spite their families.

The Secret

Reader is 30 in this AU.

Reader has been estranged from her family after opening her own law firm instead of taking over the family business.

One day, her parents invite her to lunch and drop the news that she has to marry Jake Seresin.

What her family doesn’t know is that she’s been secretly dating her father’s biggest rival, the CEO of Cyclone Industries, Beau Simpson.

“Let’s go, we’re already running late.”

“For what?”

“I had your assistant move your 11am to 3pm, so we could get married, and have lunch together afterwards .

“What, Beau are you serious?”

“I can’t wait any longer, Honey. This isn’t just about your parents. I love you and I knew I would marry you the second you burst into my office and asked me out because I was to scared to ask you first. You don’t need anyone to take care of you, but I want to. Let me be your husband…let me be yours, Honey.”

Beau has a fancy reception planned over the weekend at his family’s mansion.

Absolutely can’t wait to show up to the next family dinner as your husband.

Signed Away Masterlist

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader Series

Summary: You find out about the contractual marriage your parents arranged with Jake’s when you were a baby. You’re plently angered by it, but Jake doesn’t seem too bothered. He might even be happy.

Notes/Warnings: cursing, fluff, eventual smut, angst, contract marriage, loss of rights, feelings of being trapped, poor parent/child relationships.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Epilogue