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eaturheartout2021 · 2 years

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Playing Rough (König x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: mild adult language, personal descriptions of MW2 characters, AFAB!reader, descriptions of fighting

Summary: König and Reader get to train for the first time and he gets to see what everyone’s been talking about.

It’s early when you waltz into the training hall, empty apart from you and König. He’s wearing a pair of dark gray sweats, loose tank top, but opted to skip his usual mask with just a plain black medical one. His usual hidden face was on partial display and this made you stop in the doorway. You catch his gaze, captured in those blue eyes as he stared back into yours. Blushed bloomed across his cheeks as he turned away, hiding under his shaggy strawberry blonde hair. You had never seen this side to him, the shy man in front of you was a stranger compared to the ruthless killer on the field you’ve heard of.

“Guten morgen. You must be Phoenix. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He spoke so quietly that you seriously doubted that the mountain of a man standing in front of you was the German killer they all feared, almost as much as Ghost.

You gave him a gentle smile and extended your hand. His warm, calloused hand gripped yours firmly and gave it one small shake.

“I am. It’s good to finally put a face to the name König. King, if my German isn’t too rusty, right?” His eyes flicked up to yours and something of curiosity and admiration ran through.

“Ja, du hast Recht.” His voice was thick with his accent, almost as if his body relaxed into it. You smiled up at him. His face blooms in scarlet one again and he turns away shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats. You chuckled to yourself at his shyness, finding his blushing rather cute but wouldn’t admit it aloud.

“Aye, König, ready to see what the big fuss is about this little she devil?” Soap’s voice boomed through the training hall like a canon causing König to jump like someone had shot him. You turned and groaned shooting daggers at Soap who strolled through with Ghost and Gaz on his heels.

“Was meint er?” König turned to you brows raised in question. You threw your head back and let out an exaggerated growl. You could kill Soap, actually kill him for not letting König know about the extent of the training session today.

“You could’ve let him know, ass hat.” You flipped him off and put you hand on König’s shoulder.

“I’m one of the best sparring partners the 141 has,” Ghost cleared his throat in a rather loud tone, “aside from Ghost. Since you’re new to the Task force, Price wanted you to spar with us today. Get you into the swing of things.”

His brows shot up and he looked back at the trio. “Ist das alles? Ich komme damit klar.” He shrugged his very large shoulders.

“König, we don’t hold back. We don’t yield.”

“She’s broken my nose more times than I can count, doc’s say it’s a lost cause at this point.” Gaz quipped from behind you in a careless tone causing König to look over your shoulder.

“What’s the point of training if we only stop when best the other. We have to survive out there so we have to survive in here. Price and Laswell give us hell for it but this has saved our asses in more ways than one.” Ghost didn’t falter in his little speech to König and no one else stopped him. You had gotten the same one when you had joined all those years ago.

“This is a smart tactic. Fine, I’ll train with you.” König replied crossing his arms across his broad chest. You could practically see the evil smile creeping across Ghosts face when he pointed to the large red circle on the floor behind him.

“Good, because you’re going first. Phoenix, give us a good show.” Soap and Gaz we’re giving each other slips of cash and Ghost just stood with his arms crossed watching you as you shed your hoodie leaving you in a sports bra and a pair of leggings. König left his mask on which made you smile, you could use that to your advantage.

You entered the circle and bounced on the balls of your feet and then quickly settled into a slight crouch. Fists drawn close to your face, you eyed König, the extremely tall, 6”10 man was a mountain. He would use his height as his main strength and try to over power you with it. But you were smaller and faster. You waited until he lunged to you before you moved. He striked with a fast right hook. Faster than what you expected from him. It’s like a switch flicked inside him.

Gone was the shy, bashful man and before you was the soldier everyone whispered about. You dodged his fists, weaving away in short bursts as he played offensive, pushing you into a corner. You grunted and swore loudly still dodging his flying fists.

“Phoenix get on him!” Gaz yell from the side. You looked down and saw that König’s footing wasn’t grounded properly. You crouched low, missing a hit that was aimed for your face and swung out your leg. Your shin made contact with his and a sharp pain rang through causing you to bite your cheek to keep you from crying out. He stumbled and left an opening for you to take on the defensive.

You brought your fist up and met the bridge of his nose with a teeth chattering crunch. He took a few steps back clutching onto his mask but you didn’t give him the chance to progress to you. You grabbed what you could of his shoulders, pulled him down and rammed your knee into his stomach, causing a groan to tumble from his lips. While he was bent over you tried to over power him and bring him to the floor but his elbow met your nose with such force that it knocked you back and onto the floor.

“Oh shit. Get up lass!” Soap’s voice rag out to you as you stood up and met König’s bare and bloody face, mask now gone. You felt a warm trickle run down your lip but you just advanced to König, ducking as he swung towards your face. You ducked under his arms and threw a heavy punch to his now exposed chin causing him to growl at you with fire in his eyes.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you to him, holding you close as he wrapped a muscled arm around your neck, cutting off your air supply.

“Wie weit ist zu weit Phoenix?” He whispers into your ear, a chill runs down your spine, you refuse to tap out, you’d rather faint than yield. But you still had fight left in you. So, you leaned down and sunk your teeth into the meaty portion of his arm, hard. He pulled back with a hiss. You took the opportunity to slam your head back into his face hitting his nose once again. His let out a scream, dropping you from his grip and you scrambled away. You got your footing, turned and football tackled him to the floor. Using his size to bring him down.

His head hit the floor with an audible thud causing Soap and Gaz to physically wince away. You crawled under König wrapping your thighs around his neck. You twisted your lower body and squeezed so that it would cut off his air supply. You had his arms pinned away from him so that he couldn’t grab at your legs to try and break free.

His face was a bloody mess, his nose was most definitely broken. But when he gazed up at you, you seen something shining back. Something you couldn’t place.

“Ich gebe nach.” He whispered. You gawked at him. Still having him between your thighs.

“What?” You didn’t move. “That’s not how it’s done König.”

“I know when I’ve been beaten.” He ever so gently tapped your thighs and you reluctantly relaxed. He stayed laying between your legs gazing up at you, with that same unknown expression until Ghost’s deep voice cut through your shared gazes.

“König, go get checked out in Med bay. She’s officially welcomed you in.” He didn’t say anything as he sat up and walked out the doors leaving you sitting on the mat wondering what was swirling in those eyes of his.

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autumntouched · 1 year

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*at a sports bar*

*hangman flirting but looks like he’s basically harassing phoenix because they get borderline verbally abusive during football season*

bartender: excuse me ma’am, is this man bothering you?

phoenix: yeah but he’s my husband so i kinda signed up for it

she probably gets pulled into the bathroom during halftime after that

Oh dear, I'm sorry this one took so long. It's more suggestive than spicy but proceed with caution...

Fantasy Season

Natasha throws her arms up when the Eagles’ defense manages to bat the ball out of the air before it can sail into the hands of the Cowboys’ tight end. “Yes!” she cheers. They’re the defense for her fantasy football team, and if they keep playing like this through the rest of the game, she’s going to bump Payback out of the top spot in their Dagger Squad league.

“Dude, what the hell are you doing?” Jake demands loudly enough to be heard over the bar’s chatter and the volume of the game. “You can’t wear my jersey and cheer for the other team!”

She takes a hefty sip of her beer and licks the foam off her upper lip, enjoying the way it makes the corners of his frown go slack. “Can too, when my fantasy team is kicking your ass.”

He scowls, and she smiles sweetly. Having to cheer against his team for her fantasy win serves him right for swooping the 49ers defense before she could, and she’s going to make sure he never makes that mistake again. Jake props his arm on the bar and leans in, his face so close to hers she goes almost cross-eyed keeping him in focus. “Babe, you either cheer for the Cowboys or take the shirt off!”

Natasha tosses her hair and takes another sip of her beer, her eyes flicking to the television where the Cowboys offense jogs off the field for a time out. “I don’t think that’s going to end the way you want it to,” she says casually. “I may or may not be wearing a see-through bra. With matching underwear, if I’m wearing any.”

Jake swears and nearly knocks over his own drink. She’s also going to make him regret dragging her to this bar on her birthday weekend because the TV in their hotel room wasn’t big enough for him.

The Cowboys take their positions again on the field, and this time Prescott completes the pass to Lamb who makes it to the ten yard line. Fuck. That’s Jake’s fantasy wide receiver.

“Boom!” he shouts, slapping his chest, the last part of their conversation momentarily forgotten. He turns and gets in her face. She back pedals, trying not to laugh and egg him on. “Now who’s kicking who’s ass, huh! What you gotta say to that? Disrespect the jersey and you get disrespected back!”

She notices people starting to look their way and presses a palm to his chest to slow his roll. "Okay, cowboy, rein it in."

Jake shakes his head. "Uh uh. You want to mess with the bull, baby, you better be ready for the horns."

Someone clears their throat. “Excuse me, ma’am, is this man bothering you?”

Natasha looks over at the bartender leaning forward over the bar, her heavily eyelined eyes narrowed dangerously at Jake. Despite her neat ponytail, long nails, and crisp button down, it’s clear anyone should think twice before crossing her. Her nails click a warning on the wood, somehow audible over all the noise.

Jake deflates some and takes a slight, involuntary step back. Chuckling, Natasha brings up the hand with her wedding rings. “Yeah, all the time. But he’s my husband so I kinda signed up for it.” The bartender doesn’t look fully convinced yet, even though she seems a little less ready to throw a throat chop across the bar. Natasha grins, deliberately not looking at Jake when she says, “The thing about marrying a winner is he can be a sore loser when his wife kicks his ass in fantasy football.”

That finally wins the bartender over, and she winks. “Okay, as long as you say so. But if he gives you any trouble, you know where to find me.”

Natasha elbows Jake playfully in the ribs. “Believe me, I think he’s going to be on his best behavior for the rest of night so I already have enough to thank you for. Aren’t you, dickhead?”

Jake gives the woman a friendly salute and one of his most charming grins. “Yes, ma’am.”

The bartender laughs throatily and moves away, gesturing jokingly with two fingers to let him know she still has her eye on him. Natasha bumps Jake with her hip. “Saved your ass again, didn’t I?” she smiles before taking a sip of her beer.

He slides an arm around her waist and pulls her into him. “So you married a winner, huh?”

"Did you hear what I said about kicking your ass?"

"Was that before or after you admitted that I'm a catch?"

She can’t stand how much she loves his smug expression. “Don’t make me regret what I had to say to keep you out of trouble.”

Leaning in as if he’s going to place a kiss behind her ear, he whispers, “Can’t believe you made me lie to that pretty lady because I’m definitely not going to be on my best behavior when I find out whether you're telling the truth about what you’re wearing.”

After that, she can barely focus on the game, too aware of his presence and simmering desire beside her. When Jake glances toward the bathroom during halftime, she gladly follows. Natasha’s not sure which of them feels more rewarded when he figures out exactly what she does–or doesn’t–have on under her jean skirt but she enjoys the taste of victory either way.

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callsign-magnolia · 2 years

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 2

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 6.1k

Chapter 1 | Masterlist

After we ate and had a few beers we were walking around Sydney, going into shops and taking in the sights. Jake split off with the blonde from the restaurant so it was just Phoenix, Rooster and I. "What about this top? Think it would look good?" I nodded as Phoenix held up the sheer black top. "Pair it with a smooth bra, black or colorful and I think you'd look great." She nodded before grabbing it and a few others, she walked towards the dressing room but stopped. "What size pants do you wear?" I furrowed my brows, "Like a sixteen." She looked at me, shocked. "Wide hips." She made a face that said, 'Touché'. "Here, try these on and take this shirt." She tossed me the black pants and a denim button up.

"Oh my god, no. These are leather Natasha!" I said and she nodded before taking my hand. "Glad you know what leather feels like, now come on." She said grabbing my arm and pulling me past Rooster who was in a chair and into the fitting rooms. After a few minutes I managed to change, I looked good, but these pants were tight. I had the denim shirt tucked in, but I untucked it to hide my midsection. All these years and even though I'm fit, it's still an insecurity. I heard Phoenix step out. "So? How do I look?" "You're actually a girl?" I heard a smack and assume she hit his chest. "You look great Phoenix." Rooster said and suddenly a banging on my door made me jump. "Come on Magnolia, get out here and show me how hot you are!" Phoenix said and I bit my lip. "It doesn't fit."

"You lying bitch." I sighed. "Now you can come out here, on your own. Or, I can come in there." That would not be pretty. I took a deep breath before swinging the door open. I glared at Phoenix who smiled widely. "Ho ho!" She yelled. "If I was into girls, you'd be it for me." A blush crept up my cheeks at her words. "Rooster, what do you think?" I glanced to Rooster who was adjusting his sitting position. "I-well-you look- I uh-" He cleared his throat. "You look beautiful." I bit my lip and looked to Phoenix. "Really?" She scoffed. "Do you really think we'd lie to you?" I looked to Rooster who had pulled down his sunglasses and flashed me a smile. "Buy it." He said and I sighed. "Twist my arm why don't you?" I asked as I closed the door, hearing Phoenix cheer before disappearing to change as well.

"I can't believe you guys convinced me to buy that." I said and Rooster scoffed. "As soon as we said you looked good it didn't take much." I laughed. "Not wrong." I looked at the time and saw it was about six back home. "I'm gonna call my mom, I had a fitting for bridesmaid dresses scheduled today and I wanna check in." They nodded. "We're gonna grab some ice cream, want some?" I nodded as they walk into the shop and I dialed mom's number. "He-hey sweetie! Oh I miss you, how's life at sea treating you?" I furrowed my brows, her voice was shaky. "It's good, busy but we're docked for a few days and I wanted to check in on the fitting." "Oh! T-the fitting!" I nodded. "Yeah, the one you're sitting in on for me? Did you forget?" I hoped she didn't, but it's not like my mom to forget these things.

"No, not at- Anna no! Please, stay!" I furrowed my brows at how distant mom's voice sounded. "Mom?" "Regina I can't, not after that." I was so out of the loop and it was stressing me out. "Then you need to tell her yourself, Anna. I'm not doing that to her." The phone shifted hands. "Caila?" I rubbed my forehead at Anna's voice. "Hey Anna, everything okay?" Anna was my maid of honor. Best friend since middle school, she was my backbone in all this. "I love you Caila, I do. But I can't support this marriage." I leaned my head on the wall behind me as Phoenix and Rooster came out. "Whoa, What's going on?" I heard a sigh. "You're fiancé busted in on our fitting." My head snapped up. "He what?"

"Yeah, he was going on about how we were bad influences on you and that we had no place in this wedding." I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. "Even made remarks about how fat I am." My eyes widened. "You're five months pregnant with twins, Anna." She sighed. "He didn't care, sounded drunk and everything. But Caila, I can't be a good friend and stand behind you. Me, Kelsie, Emily and Katy are out." I started panicking. "Y'all are my bridesmaids! We are eight months from this wedding, you can't just bail on me like this!" Tears started streaming down my face. "I hope one day you realize that what we're doing, comes from a place of love. We love you Caila and we can't watch you put yourself through this."

The phone shifted and my mom came through. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I tried to stop them." I shook my head. "He came in there drunk?" I asked as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Where is he now?" I looked to see Rooster with his back to me and Phoenix stealing glances, they were no doubt both listening. "I don't know, he left. Drove away. In your jeep." I gasped. "You just let him drive off?! In my car?!" "Hey!" She snapped. "Remember this is not my fault, so don't yell at me." I took a deep breath. "You're right momma, I'm sorry. But he could crash."

"Yep." I rolled my eyes. My parents were not his biggest fan, my brother more so. "Good riddance." I heard her whisper. "REGINA!" I yelled, shocked at her words. My mom was never one to wish bad on people. "I will make sure he's okay. Don't worry sweetie, I'll get this situated. In the meantime, find some bridesmaids. I love you." I sighed. "I love you too, give daddy and J my love?" "Of course, I'll talk to you soon." I nodded and the line went dead. I leaned back on the wall and Rooster came over. "Would mint chocolate chip make you feel better?" I couldn't help the smile that crept on my face at his words. "Thank you Rooster."

"Everything okay?" I shook my head. "My fiancé busted up into the fitting for my bridesmaids. Insulted everybody and they quit on me. So now I need four bridesmaids." I looked to find Phoenix looking around, pretending like I wasn't going to ask. "I also need a new maid of honor, someone who can be my backbone in all this." Rooster looked to Phoenix and I chuckled. "Rooster? How would you look in baby pink, I think something above the knee?" He gasped. "ME! You flatter me!" I laughed and Phoenix pouted. "Him? In a dress?" He feigned shock. "I'm sorry, I would rock a dress!" We shared a laugh, which made me feel a little lighter.

"No but seriously, Natasha? Would you please be my maid of honor?" She smiled. "Does this mean I'm in charge of the bachelorette?" I nodded. "Hell yeah!" She squeezed me into a hug. "I was serious Rooster. I now need three more bridesmaids." He tapped his chin with his spoon. "As long as it's off the shoulder, I don't look like this for nothing." We all laughed before walking away, me trying to enjoy my day.

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I did hear from Aaron again before we left Australia, mom took care of him all right. I got a call from the county sheriff back home, asking if my jeep was stolen. Mom called and reported it stolen to get him pulled over, and now we have a DUI to deal with for him. When I told Phoenix and Rooster they couldn't stop laughing, even when we had to stand at attention it was hard. Aaron had called and yelled into the phone for two hours about what mom did, I let him ramble while I did paper work. Then I yelled at him for running off my bridesmaids which then turned to me telling him Phoenix was my knew Maid of Honor, he was not happy since he isn't a fan of Natasha.

I ranted to Rooster about it on our last day and he disappeared for awhile, Phoenix and I managed to sit on the beach for a few hours before going back to the ship. As I walked into my room, I saw a bouquet of flowers on my desk, Australian native flowers. I gasped at the sight and picked up the card.

I hope this helps you feel better, I remembered you saying that you loved flowers and had never received any. I'm proud to be the first one to gift you some. - B.B.

Tears welled in my eyes as I grabbed up the bouquet and rushed out to try to find Bradley. After wandering around I found him playing basketball on deck with hangman and a few others. I stood there for a second before he noticed me. "Hey, you okay?" He asked walking over and I slung my arms around his neck tightly. "Thank you." I whispered in his ear before resting my head on his shoulder. "You have no idea how much this means to me." I said as his arms squeezed my waist. "You're welcome Mags, you deserve them." I let go and held them up. "These are gorgeous, where did you find them?" He scratched the back of his neck. "Some corner flower shop, the card has the types of flowers they are on the back." I nodded. "Thank you, Bradley. Really." I said reaching up, my hand rested on the side of his face before I lifted myself onto my toes to kiss his cheek. "You're welcome." He said almost breathlessly.

That was the day my heart switched up on me. The day I realized I had feelings for Bradley Bradshaw, even though I was engaged.

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Bradley and I grew closer throughout our deployment, he even gifted me a pair of small gold colored stud earrings for Christmas that he bought in Australia. He kept surprising me in little ways, opening my drinks for me when I ate, slipping me a bag of chips he got his hands on. Little things that even though I didn't need, made my heart soar. By the time our deployment was over, I was heartbroken to leave, because that meant leaving him. I almost didn't want to go home, to my fiancé. I'd rather stay on this ship with him, in our own bubble.

As we disembarked I looked around and never saw Aaron. Phoenix said her goodbyes and I told her I would keep her updated on the wedding, I still needed three more bridesmaids. I tried calling Aaron multiple times and he never answered, so I sat on a bench in my khaki uniform, bags next to me and waited with tears rolling down my face. Within the hour the dock was basically empty, everyone itching to get home. I kept trying to call him and he never answered.

I heard footsteps coming closer and looked up, expecting Aaron finally but instead it was Rooster. He had changed into jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, he had two of those red and white checkered paper bowls in his hand. "Why are you still here?" I asked and moved my bag so he could sit down. "When you said he didn't answer, I decided I wasn't leaving until you were in a car on your way home." I sighed. "You're too good to me Rooster." He nodded. "And you deserve better." I rolled my eyes. "Which is why, I bought two chili cheese fries." He handed me one and I gasped in joy. "You didn't!" He nodded. "I remembered you said they were your favorite junk food and when I saw you start crying I couldn't just sit by and do nothing." My bottom lip wobbled as my emotions hit me and I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"What if he left me?" Rooster grabbed my chin and made me look at him. "Then he is the dumbest son of a bitch on this planet to let go of a woman as amazing as you." I stared into his deep brown eyes for a moment and my eyes flicked to his lips and that's when I noticed he was leaning in. I wanted to so badly, it hurt to pull away, especially as fast as I did. "I'm sorry." I shook my head. "Don't apologize, heat of the moment." He nodded as we dug into the chili cheese fries. As we finished I looked out past the ship and to the water, "So what now?" I shrugged. "Guess I need to find a rental, or get to the airport."

He pulled out his phone. "You live in Buckhead, Georgia?" I nodded as he typed on his phone. "I'll drive you." I shook my head in shock. "What?!" He nodded and showed me the added stop on his phone. "Yeah, it only adds three hours on my drive." I shook my head. "That makes it twenty hours. You can't drive all that way on your own." He chuckled. "I'm not alone, and I'll get a hotel when I drop you off." I shook my head. "I have a guest room with a much better bed, and it's free." He clapped his hands together. "Even better, road trip?" I was laughing. "I guess we're road trippin it!" He stood and threw away the bowls before grabbing my bag and my hand. "Bathrooms are over there, you wanna change?" I nodded and I ran to the bathrooms to change into another sundress.

When I came out he was leaning against an older model Ford Bronco. "Oh my, this is beautiful." He nodded as he took my bag and put it in the back. "Isn't she?" I nodded as he closed the trunk and rested his hand on my back, walking me over to the passenger side and opening the door for me. "My lady." He held out his hand and helped me in before rushing around to the drivers side and climbing in. "Ready for the best road trip ever?" I laughed as he started the car. "Oh yeah!" And with that we were off.

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We had a few bumps in the road, my bladder being one a few times. I learned he loved 80's music, as did I. The sunglasses he wore used to be his dad's which warmed my heart, he told me about his parents and when he noticed me crying he made me laugh. We ordered so much junk from Del Taco, I'm pretty sure we wiped them out of ingredients. He even let me drive, but not without some convincing.

"Bradley, stop. Please." I said resting my hand on his arm. "'m fine." He said and even behind his glasses I could tell he was exhausted. "Bradley." I said sternly and he pulled over. "If you keep driving, we're going to wreck. You are exhausted and I had a three hour nap, we are five hours out and I can navigate Atlanta while you nap in the passenger seat." I said and he sighed looking at me. "Promise you won't wreck her?" I nodded. "I promise." He sighed and got out, coming around to open my door. I grabbed his cheeks and kissed his forehead. "Sleep." I said going around to the drivers side.

I got in and adjusted his seat. "You're short." I scoffed as I buckled in. "You're a mountain." I said before merging back onto the freeway to continue our drive, and within five minutes he was lightly snoring. I couldn't help but run my hand through his hair, he looked absolutely precious. My heart ached knowing that after tomorrow I would hardly get to see him, it physically ached. I'm glad he was asleep so he wouldn't see the tears that fell down my cheeks.

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It was nine p.m. when we got to my house and to my surprise, Aaron was still here. I put the Bronco in park and the front door swung open, Aaron stood there without a shirt and my heart ached seeing him. I realized that I missed him, and no matter what I still loved him. "Caila?" I heard Aaron ask as he walked off the front porch and I rushed out of the car, sprinting over. I basically tackled him as he pulled me into a kiss. "I'm so sorry, oh god baby I'm sorry. My exam was today and I tried to move it, I just got home ten minutes ago. Oh god, forgive me." I couldn't resist him anymore. "Of course, oh god I missed you." I said pulling him into another kiss.

"Marry me." I chuckled as he held up my ring. "Two months is all we have left." I said with a grin and he kissed me hungrily "Fuck the wedding, me and you at the courthouse at eight a.m." I took a step back. "What? We've spent all this time and money on this wedding, I even found a new Maid of Honor after you ran the others off." I was getting angry when he grabbed my face, kissing me again. "I don't need a wedding to prove I love you, baby. If you loved me it wouldn't matter if we had a wedding or not. Don't you love me?" I bit my lip and looked down, more tears streaming down my face. "Caila." I looked up at him. "Do you?" I nodded and kissed him again. "I do, and you know it. I'll go, we can do a big ceremony later." He smirked and kissed me again until we heard another car door close.

I turned to find Rooster standing there with his hands in his pockets. "Oh! Aaron this is Rooster, we were deployed together and since I didn't have a ride he was kind enough to bring me home." Aaron held out his hand for Rooster to shake. "Hey, man." Aaron said and Rooster nodded. "Nice to meet you." Rooster said stiffly. I looked up at him and he had on a poker face, but I could tell he wasn't happy. "Come on, I'll get you set up in the guest room." I said as I reached for my bag but Rooster stopped me.

"Don't. I've got it." He grabbed out bags and I closed the hatch, I turned to find Aaron had already walked inside. I sighed and followed him, leading Rooster inside. The house was messy, like usual but not dirty, but it still sparked some irritation within me. I snatched one of Aaron's shirts off the back of the couch and his socks out of the floor before marching into the kitchen to find him with a beer in hand and a half eaten box of pizza.

"Could you have atleast picked up your stuff?" He shrugged. "I didn't know you were bringing some guy home with you!" He whispered and I scoffed. "It doesn't matter, I shouldn't have to take care of you the second I hit the door! You're more than capable of doing your own laundry, and do you eat anything else when I'm gone?" He groaned.

"I did lay out some chicken for you to cook." I slammed his clothes into the basket in the laundry room and whipped around to look at him. "I just come home from an eight month deployment and sat in a car for over twelve hours and you expect me to cook?" He scoffed. "Stop acting like it's a big deal." "IT IS A BIG DEAL!" I covered my mouth, praying Bradley didn't hear.

"Eat the damn pizza, im not cooking." I said before walking out and seeing Bradley who was looking around. "Everything okay?" I nodded. "Great, let me take you upstairs." I said and he grabbed my bag. "Want me to put your stuff somewhere?" I shook my head. "Caila." He said and I sighed, motioning for him to follow me. I walked him to my room, opening the door.

It was spotless. Not a thing out of place from when I left, which made a feeling grow inside of me. "Where do you want it?" I pointed to the bench at the end of the bed. "There is fine." He set it down, looking around. "Come on, ill show you the guest room." I said and he nodded, following me upstairs. I walked him down the hallway to the largest guest room. I opened the door and turned on the light. "Sorry about the boxes, still haven't unpacked completely since we moved in." He just chuckled. "Don't worry about it." He set his bag on the dresser. "The bathroom is in here," I walked over and flipped the light on to show him. "Free reign. If you get hungry, I'd be shocked if you did after all the food we ate in the car, you can help yourself to anything you find in the fridge. I can't promise there's anything, worth anything." He chuckled and laid back on the bed. "Oh my god, I may have to steal this mattress." I chuckled and sat next to him.

"I'd allow it, but then my friends would have nowhere to crash when they stay." He scoffed. "You have what, two other guest rooms?" I nodded. "And we both have an office." He stared at me. "What?" He shook his head. "The navy doesn't pay that much." I rolled my eyes. "The house was a gift from his parents." He sat up, staring at me. "And you don't seem happy about it." I bit my lip. "When my grandmother passed just after flight school, his parents gifted us the house as an engagement gift. At the same time some land my grandmother owned up in the Smokies was passed down to me, I didn't want to stay here. I grew up here and I want to live somewhere else but god forbid he leaves mommy and daddies money." I sighed, "Sorry, that was too much." He chuckled.

"It's honest. Something you always are." I nodded and stood, walking towards the door. "Well if you need anything just holler, there's also beer in the fridge." He nodded. "Hey, Caila." I turned to see him standing. "Aaron doesn't like me, does he?" I smirked at him. "Aaron isn't a fan of other men in general. Don't stress about it, you're with me so it doesn't matter." He chuckled and started taking off his shirt, leaving him only in a tank top and jeans. "Trust me, I'm not worried." He said as he yanked the tank top off, smirking at me as he tossed it next to his bag. My face heated up so fast, and I flashed him a smile walking out before I remembered. "Oh!" I turned back to see he had unbuttoned his jeans and already pulled the fly down. I could see his boxers, his jeans hanging loosely on his lips.

"Caila." I looked away from his waist to look at his face. "You were saying?" I wanted to merge into the wall and hide. "Aaron and I have-" I stopped, not wanting to tell him we were getting married in the morning. "Stuff to do in the morning, but I was wondering if you wanted to do brunch after? Before you go home?" He smiled at me. "I'd love too." I smiled at him. "Goodnight Rooster." "Goodnights Mags." My heart swelled at the name and I closed the door. I walked downstairs and found all the lights off but the bedroom light was on. I walked into the bedroom to find Aaron playing the xbox. I rolled my eyes and got in the shower, washing off the day of travel I had.

I came out after I dried my hair, Aaron was still on the xbox so I just laid down on my side of the bed. I was used to him being up for awhile after I went to sleep, but I got plenty of quiet in the morning seeing as I was always up at four a.m. I laid there in peace for a few minutes, almost asleep when I heard him cut the tv off. He shifted until his arm went around my waist, pulling me back into his bare chest. "God I missed you." He kissed behind my ear, before moving down my neck. "Babe, usually I am all for it but I am exhausted." He groaned. "You're always exhausted." I groaned. "I'm not arguing with you, goodnight and I love you." His hand slid down my stomach, fingers grazing the waist band of my shorts. "Do you really love me?" I rolled over, looking at him.

"Of course." He sighed and rolled onto his back and ran a hand through his hair. "It's just, I feel like when you're gone, you're around all these jacked men. I just worry you'll find someone better." I rested my chin on his chest. Aaron was five foot nine, only three inches taller than me and he was skinny. He wasn't strong, hell he couldn't lift me, always said I was too heavy even after I lost my weight. "No, don't ever think that. It's you, it's always been you." I said leaning up to kiss him. "Even over Bradley?" I could've rolled my eyes, but I didn't. "Of course over Bradley, he's a friend." He scoffed. "I heard what you said to him upstairs." My breath caught in my throat at his words. "I'm sorry baby, really I was just frustrated from the day I've had and I shouldn't have said anything." He looked away and wouldn't look back to me.

"Maybe we shouldn't get married tomorrow, maybe not at all. Just cancel everything." I sat up as he got out of the bed. "Wh-what? No. No!" I said grabbing his arm. "I love you Aaron, and only you." He stared at me. "Prove it." I knew what he wanted, it's always the same thing. I pulled my top off and he smirked. "Come here and I will." I said I grabbed him, flipping him onto the mattress as he pulled me on top. "I love you, only you. Always you." He smirked at me. "That's my girl."

Twenty minutes later he was out like a light in the bed, and I was sitting on back porch with the firepit going, beer in hand and tears running down my cheeks. I looked up at the back window on the far side of the house, the light was still on indicating Bradley was asleep. I managed to gain an extra day with him which made me so happy, then I came home and saw Aaron. He's what I want, what I always want. So how come while I'm having sex with my soon- to-be husband, I can't get Bradley out of my head. The way it would feel for his hand to slide up my waist, grip my thighs, the way his hand would look around my neck. Not my soon-to-be husbands.

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The next morning Aaron had to do something before we went to the courthouse, I had already gotten dressed in a knee length, a-line, off the shoulder tiffany blue dress. I had pulled out my wedding dress, I had considered wearing it anyway. But it was so long and I couldn't get into it alone. It was slim fitting and tight, with lace sleeves and buttons all the way down the back. It was beautiful but not my style, I settled on it because Aaron's parents were paying and they only agreed to pay if this was what I got. Note to self, next marriage, if there is one, buy your own dress.

I hear a knock, "Hey, I- woah." I turned to see Rooster standing in my bedroom doorway. "You look, wow." He said as he leaned on my door frame. I looked down, wiggling my toes in the short wedges I had on. I couldn't be taller then Aaron, he didn't like it. "Really?" I asked and he nodded walking over. He held out his hand and I took it a he spun me around slowly. "If he's not speechless when he sees you, then he's dumber than I thought." I smacked his chest gently. "But seriously, why are you all dolled up?" I smiled. "We uh, decided not to wait. We're going to the courthouse when he gets back." Rooster's eyebrows raised. "O-oh, that's-" He cleared his throat. "That's great, congratulations." I furrowed my brows. "What's wrong?" He shook his head. "Nothing, I'm happy for you." He said. I looked in his eyes and could tell he felt otherwise. "Roo-" "Is this your dress?" He asked, pointing behind me. I nodded, watching as he walked over, running his hand along the satin. "Seems a little... plain for your taste." I bit my lip. "It wasn't my ideal choice." He raised a brow.

"Were you really going to get married in a dress you didn't love?" I wrung my hands together in front of me, "Yes." I couldn't look at him, the look he was giving me was not a good one. Bradley ran his hands through his curls, messing them up and I couldn't help but imagine my hands in it. His lips on my chest as he pulled me closer on his lap. "Okay I've been keeping my mouth shut but I'm done. He is-" "Everything okay?" My eyes snapped over to Aaron who was standing in the bedroom doorway, a bouquet of red roses and baby breath in his hand. It's then I realized, Rooster was standing close, so close I could feel his breath on my face. "Everything's fine, are those for me?" I asked walking over and kissing him, feeling a tug on my heart. "Of course, I figured you could hold them at the courthouse." I smiled and admired them, they were pretty. But the bouquet of Australian native flowers I have dried in my duffel were more beautiful.

"Ready?" I nodded at him. "Meet you at the restaurant Rooster?" He nodded as Aaron grabbed my hand, leading me outside to his car. I yanked the door open and looked to see Rooster standing in the doorway waving. Everything in me told me to stop, don't get in the car and yet I did anyway. As we arrived at the courthouse I stopped at the door, freezing. "Babe?" Aaron said laying a hand on my arm, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and it's like millions of alarms went off in my body, telling me to turn and run. "Sorry, I just can't believe we're finally getting married." I played it off and smiled at him as he dragged me inside.

We met Rooster at a farm to table restaurant afterwards, my favorite place to eat and I wanted to share it with him. When we finished Aaron got the car and moved it over towards Rooster's Bronco. I pulled Rooster into a tight hug, my arms around his neck as he squeezed my waist. "God, I am gonna miss you somethin' fierce, Rooster." He chuckled and pulled back, frowning when he saw the tears gathering in my eyes. "Hey, don't cry Mags. It's not like I'll never see you again, if you ever need a break from that husband of yours you can always come visit me in Virginia." I laughed. "Although, I don't know if you southern belle's travel that far up north." I shook my head. "Virginia is actually a southern state, if you go buy the old ways of being under the Mason-Dixon line." He laughed at that.

"You know, I think I will miss that mouth of yours." I chuckled, Aaron pulled into the empty spot next to us and I stepped back from Rooster. "I don't think I could've asked for a better wingman on this deployment, you saved my ass a time or two." He smirked. "You saved me more." I scoffed. "Oh, here!" I said pulling some stuff out of Aaron's car, we stopped back at the house to grab it after we left the courthouse. I handed him the bag and he smiled widely. "Waters, all kinds of snacks, and there's even some sour patch kids in there." He quickly grabbed me up in a hug, lifting me off the ground, I squealed at the sudden motion. "That means a lot, thank you." He whispered in my ear before he set me down.

I dusted my dress off. "Okay, call me when you get home so I know you made it, okay?" He nodded and hugged me one last time, I kept it short and backed away next to Aaron. "Babe, why don't you get in the car? I wanna say my own goodbyes to Bradley." I quirked a brow but nodded anyway before getting in the car. Little did I know, these goodbyes weren't all that friendly.

"Tell me something Bradley, what do you think of my wife?" Aaron asked as they walked around to the driver's side. "I think Magnolia is one of the best damn women I've ever met. She's strong, she's headstrong, she has a heart that is probably made of pure fucking gold. Now let me tell you what I think of you." Rooster said slamming the door to his truck after he put the gifts in it. "You are a lazy piece of shit, who expects her to be at your beck and call. You think you can treat her like shit and get away with it. You don't deserve her." He snapped, jabbing his finger in Aaron's chest. "But she married me, and when we get home I get to do something you could only dream of doing with her." Rooster glared at him. "I get to wrap my hands around that beautiful throat of hers, and fuck her until she's face down on our bed, crying and begging for a break. I'll make sure she never knew who you were." Roosters hands were shaking in anger. "Go home Rooster, and forget about my wife because I can guarantee she'll forget who you are in about an hour."

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So many lies in a span of twenty-four hours. But none on my part, we never had a ceremony, turns out Aaron had called and cancelled everything from the venue to the caterers before I even came home from deployment. We lost so much money in deposits that we couldn't afford to lose. He told me what he said to Bradley a few months later, after I got a call from Bradley saying he was called to Topgun. My excitement for him was unmatched and Aaron didn't like it, he told me he didn't want me talking to Rooster. He went on a whole rant talking about how he hated Bradley, and he told me how he basically rubbed it in his face that I married him and not Bradley. Oh, and the face down in our bed thing, yeah he's too lazy to get on top.

I didn't care what Aaron said I was going to talk to my friends, which Phoenix was not happy when I told her we went to the courthouse and even more unhappy when I called her crying because the wedding I wanted wasn't going to happen. She offered to come visit but I told her no, because Aaron didn't like people over at the house during the week and hardly on the weekend. I never realized it until a few years later, but I lost a lot of who I was while married to Aaron. He wanted a dutiful housewife who listened to his every word, who obeyed him and for the most part I was that person unless I was deployed. Deployment was like freedom to me, especially shore duty. Where at the end of the day or weekends I could curl up with a book, or watch a movie.

But when I came home, the darkness settled in. It got so bad at one point I didn't get out of the bed until Aaron came home from work and I would make myself presentable. I hardly ate as well, I couldn't bring myself too. This wasn't what I wanted out of life, I loved being a pilot, I loved my friends and hell I even loved my husband for awhile. But I wanted a man who would kiss me when either of us came home, date nights that didn't involve law partners or state dinners, I wanted children. And Aaron hated kids.

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Soraya

The captain insisted on mandatory physicals every few weeks for the crew and Kate was content enough to follow his mandate. It made sense with the crew so isolated and with little time planet side, only basic rations and a war but Kate knew it was more for the mental checks than anything else. Who was close to breaking, who needed to be rotated out? Who might even be thriving?

The later didn’t happen often but sometimes she was surprised.

But it was the redhead with the scowl that perched on the biobed of her medbay that had her concerned today.

“Your bloods are all fine,” Kate tells her, scanning the datapad with a practiced eye. “But it’s those bruises that have me uneasy. Are you… are you in any trouble?”

Soraya Ellis, one of Berlin’s youngest comms specialists, stares back at Kate in confusion and with more than just a little bit of hostility. She was a prickly one and Kate knows she’s immediately misstepped.

“What?”

Kate lowers the datapad and schools her face into something kind. Nurturing. “I’ve… I’ve heard that you’ve taken up with phoenix Gibbons recently.”

“God,” Soraya scoffs and turns her head but not before Kate catches the roll of her eyes. “This crew is a bunch of gossips. And so what of it if I have? He’s not Alliance. It’s not against regs. The captain can’t say shit anyway,” Soraya threw it out like a challenge. “We’ve all seen the way Phoenix Knight looks at him. If those two aren’t fucking in the ready room, then I’m a monkey’s ass.”

Kate purses her lips. So Mason and the captain had been discrete but not discrete enough. Somehow, Kate can’t reconcile this girl with the experienced captain with their dalliances with super soldiers. Not with those dark patches that marked her skin when she had taken off her uniform earlier.

“I’m not talking about the captain. I’m talking about you,” Kate says. “I don’t know if you understand what you’re getting into.” She purposely allows her gaze to drop to the red rash across the top of Soraya’s left breast, just above the curve of her simple white bra. “He could kill you as easily as breathing.”

Soraya snorts. “You’ve read my file, Doc. Death doesn’t seem to think much of me. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“You were lucky, Soraya,” Kate tells her softly. “That doesn’t make you invincible. Or impervious.”

Soraya slides off the biobed and snatches up her uniform into her arms. Kate can see she’s upset her but this is something she can’t let go. She’s seen the Phoenix stats up close, she knows what they’re all capable of. And Soraya is young and injudicious and Kate can’t let her conscious rest without at least warning the girl.

“Anyone I ever get close to dies,” she spits. Her dark eyes flash with pain and Kate is vividly reminded of Soraya’s file. First her colony, then the freighter, her base and her unit. Death and destruction trailed after her like a miasma of sorrow. “I figure if anyone has a chance to survive me, it’s a phoenix.”

Soraya storms towards the door. “Besides,” she throws out over her shoulder as she leaves in nothing but her underwear. “Who says it’s anything but fucking anyway?”

Soraya ignores the wolf whistles and the stares as she stomps her way back to her quarters in nothing but her simple cotton panties and bra. She didn’t have the trim, toned body of the marines or the ground fighters but she was slim and lean enough. There wasn’t much privacy on this boat anyway.

She just hoped they saw the marks on her skin. The signs that she wasn’t as unwanted as she liked to make them think.

That fucking doctor. Lording over the crew from her lab, fake warm and fake nice. Soraya wasn’t an idiot. She could see the haunting in the doctor she tried so hard to hide, the trauma she buried beneath her bland smiles and shifted behind her bionic hand. Soraya didn’t know how she had lost it but she got the sense loud and clear that the doctor had lost a lot more than just a limb.

It was the hiding of it that Soraya couldn’t stand. The faux healing. Bottling up her sorrows to make herself more palpable to others. Fuck that. Soraya might be raw. Volatile. She wore her trauma on her skin for everyone to see, but fuck, at least she was honest. No softly uttered platitudes could change it. Could change her.

She was a death magnet. Where she went… Loved... People died.

“Hey, Ellis,” a voice called out from the mess as she passed, “You looking for some fun?”

“Looks like she’s already had plenty,” another voice said.

There’s a laugh. “Fuck, who’d ever be crazy enough to fuck with her?”

Soraya is almost tempted to tell them but she’s not in the mood for their bullshit.

She has every intention of returning to her quarters. Every intention… but somehow she ends up at his instead.

“Ajax,” she says when the door opens and then he’s standing there – tall and golden and broad and so fucking beautiful it makes her heart hurt. She wants to sink into him, crack open his rib cage and climb inside where nothing would ever be able to hurt her, not even him. He looks at her from the doorway now, his face slowly morphing into a smile. Not quite the sardonic, mocking smile he turns on the others. This one has something else tinted to it. Something she barely catches.

Like maybe he’s pleased to see her.

Her own words to the doctor come back to her and for a moment, she regrets coming.

“Something you need?” he drawls and his voice washes over her and makes her shiver. He pointedly looks at her uniform bunched up in her arms then reaches out to her shoulder with one strong golden hand. Sometimes she wants to imagine those hands killing her. Sometimes she wants to imagine them killing for her.

She thinks he’s going to grab her shoulder and pull her inside but his fingertip only slips under the strap of her bra. There’s a burst of warmth and electricity as his skin makes contact with hers… then he tugs it down.

For a long moment, she forgets she’s standing in the middle of a corridor, half undressed, about to be more undressed.

Her breath hitches as his eyes focus on hers and she finds herself swimming in an ocean. “Or are you just lost?”

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How I Met Your Mother Sentence Meme - The Locket

“You’re going forty in a sixtyfive, pick it up grandma,”

“I am not having this argument again,”

“Are you planning some crazy stunt with some crazy dangerous animal at our wedding?”

“Hey, are you okay? You look stressed,”

“Do you want a cookie?”

“You just took a cookie from a complete stranger on a train. I like how trusting you are,”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,”

“No one ever needs to know but us,”

“It’s just a friendly innocent wedding gift,”

“Promise me you didn’t call the woman that left you at the altar,”

“Our wedding is gonna be legendary,”

“Sorry I tried to bite you,”

“That was what, eight years ago?”

“Are you chewing gum?”

“I’m not some miserable lonely person,”

“Any time you see me without a drink in my hand, you put a drink in my hand,”

“If we’re both going to New York, why don’t we rent a car and split the drive?”

“Maybe this is your fault, did you ever think of that?”

“You’re gonna need some cash, here hundred bucks outta cover it,”

“I hate everyone at this table,”

“That’s it, it’s barely even noon. You’re cut off,”

“I am not going to a strip club,”

“Just so we’re clear, I pick the music,”

“Get in, it’s a long ride to phoenix,”

“This must be the singles table,”

“It’s kinda nice to be asking this question instead of answering it for a change. How are you doing?”

“I’ve been in the car all morning. I just ate a croissant crumb that I found in my bra,”

“One year ago today, I made a promise to myself, right at this table,”

“One year ago today you hadn’t even met me,”

“I enjoy and appreciate the happiness of other people weather I am in a relationship or not,”

“I need another drink,”

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Feather Light | Three | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Prologue One Two

Rose “Tigger” Buchanon realized she was extremely lucky that she didn’t have to fly against or with Maverick. Just looking over the reports from training alone were enough to make her feel bad for the younger aviators, however, the real mission would be much worse than anything Maverick could come up with. They were starting the low level course today. Her hands got clammy just thinking about it. If none of the pilots could make it through this, the mission was doomed.

“You’re here early.”

She straightened in her chair before turning to Maverick, “Uh yeah. I couldn’t sleep so I went up for a little while before coming in. Figured I’d try to get a head start on today’s paperwork.”

“You’ve already been up in the air this morning? And you’re an hour early?”

“Yeah, like I said, I couldn’t sleep. Being up in the air is the easiest way to clear my head, you know? So I figured I’d watch the sunrise from the skies.”

Maverick took a seat next to her, “Do you want to talk about it?”

She scoffed, “Not unless you’re ready to tell me why you pulled his application to the Naval Academy. And what you’re going to do to make him hate you less, so that you can both get through this mission.”

She shook her head, feeling rage start to build, “He just lost his mom, and then you pulled that rug out from under him. Going to the Academy, that was the only thing that kept him going then, and you knew that. You stopped him from doing what he loved, you took years away from him. Hell, you took years away from me too, Maverick.”

“I didn’t-”

“I had it all planned, I was going to a school close enough that I could go see Bradley when he was on leave at the Academy. I’d go to all of the football games so we could hang out after he was dismissed, hang out with his sponsor family. Then, suddenly I’m picking up and following him to Virginia, because he had no one else. I had to get an apartment half way between my campus and his so I could be as close as humanly possible. I was double majoring, but with two different schools so that I could still keep my plan on track.”

“Don’t you dare try to say you didn’t do anything to me,” She continued, “He was hanging on by a thread and it was all I could do to keep him from falling. And right now, it’s all I can do to make sure all of you can make it back from this mission.”

She stood, ready to leave, but Maverick’s voice stopped her, “I know Cyclone and Ice asked you if I was really the best choice for this. Why did you say yes?”

“Because, Maverick, you are the best choice to teach them, unfortunately. You just aren’t the best choice for Bradley, not yet anyway.”

“He still loves you.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, “Yeah, Mav, I love him too. But this time love isn’t the answer to all of our problems, it isn’t enough. It wasn’t enough when I left years ago, and it won’t be enough now. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get ready for the day ahead. Based on your lesson plan, it’s going to be a long one.”

Hours later, Rose sat to the side while Maverick reviewed everyone’s run of the course. The tension was building because quite honestly, everyone was failing miserably. She was chewing on her thumbnail, looking over all of her notes, trying to find a way to make this easier.

“Why are you dead?” Maverick asked for probably the hundredth time, “You’re a team leader up there, so why are you and your team dead?”

“Sir, he’s the only one who made it to the target,” Phoenix gently argued, careful not to cross the line.

“A minute late,” Mav pointed out, “He gave enemy aircraft time to shoot him down. He is dead.”

“You don’t know that,” Bradley shook his head.

Rose moved forward in her seat, setting all of her papers on the desk next to her. Bradley’s jaw was clenched, as were his hands in his lap.

“You’re not flying fast enough. You don’t have a second to waste.” Hangman cut in.

“We made it to the target.”

“And superior enemy aircraft intercepted you on your way out,” Maverick took a step towards Bradley, tone changing.

“Then it’s a dogfight.”

Bradley’s voice sounded too calm. He didn’t miss a beat, didn’t flinch, didn’t have to think it through. Almost as if he wanted to fight his way out of everything.

“Against fifth generation fighters?”

“Yeah, we still have a chance.”

Air got caught in Rose’s chest. The thought of Bradley being so calm about a dogfight scared her more than anything. She wanted to slap it out of him. Get him to realize this wasn’t a game, it was far from it.

“In an F-18?” Maverick questioned.

“It’s not the plane, sir. It’s the pilot,” Bradley replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Exactly,” Mav yelled, causing Rose to stand.

She wasn’t sure how to even begin to stop this. She couldn’t without overstepping the boundaries between civilian and Captain. She would have to let them figure it out, and hope they didn’t take everyone else down in the process.

For a second, maybe even less, her eyes met Bradley’s, she hoped he could see just how sorry she was for everything. How none of this had anything to do with her.

After a moment of silence, Bradley spoke back up again, “There’s more than one way to fly this mission.”

“You really don’t get it. On this mission, a man flies like Maverick here, or a man does not come back,” Hangman nodded towards Phoenix, “No offense intended.”

“Yet somehow, you always manage,” Bob responded, causing Rose to force back a smile.

“Look, I don’t mean to criticize. You’re conservative that’s all,” Hangman stated, looking back at Bradley.

“Lieutenant, that’s enough,” Maverick said softly, too soft.

“We’re going into combat, son. On a level no living pilot has ever seen,” Hangman continued, before looking back at Maverick, “Not even him.”

No matter the look that Maverick gave Hangman, Rose knew he wouldn’t stop. She took a step forward, eyeing Bradley carefully. She knew in her gut that this wouldn’t end well for anyone, it wasn’t about Mav and Bradley anymore, this was about something else.

“That’s no time to be thinking about the past,” Hangman added.

A mild amount of panic ripped through Rose. Maybe more than a mild amount, she was sure her heart would explode. Hurt flashed across Bradley’s face before turning to anger.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Rooster,” Maverick all but hissed.

“I can’t be the only one that Maverick flew with his old man. Or that Maverick was flying when his old man-”

Bradley exploded from his seat, moving faster than lightning towards Hangman. Everyone was up, yelling and trying to break the two apart, but Rose was frozen in place. She’d never seen Bradley quite like that. Closest she ever witnessed was after he found out about his application.

“That’s enough!” Mav yelled.

“He’s not cut out for this mission,” Hangman said calmly, “You know it. You know I’m right.”

“You’re all dismissed.”

That finally got Rose moving, she touched Bradley’s shoulder, “Rooster.”

He looked over at her, letting out a small scoff before shaking her hand off and walking away, Phoenix and Bob right behind him. Rose waited until everyone left the hanger before turning to Maverick. He looked like he was in a state of hurt and shock all at once.

“Fix it, Pete,” She hissed, pointing to him.

It took her an hour to find Bradley, stripped out of his flight suit, now in jeans and a white shirt. His head was hung low, supported by his hands. She couldn’t tell if he was still angry or something else. But one thing Rose did know was that she’d left him alone to deal with everything long enough.

“Rooster?” She questioned softly, sitting a few feet away from him.

“I might hate him, but I couldn’t let Hangman say he was the reason my dad is dead,” His voice was low, “It wasn’t Maverick’s fault. I remember seeing him after it happened, he would’ve given anything to bring him back.”

“I know,” She replied as gently as she could, “I remember it too. I was with you that day. I don’t remember where we were, I just remember all of the cushy chairs. My mom brought me so you wouldn’t be alone.”

“Yeah, see how well that worked out.”

She didn’t know if he meant for that to be a shot to the chest or not, but it was. She swore she felt it like a dagger straight to the heart. One swift and deadly stroke.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you how sorry I am. But you have to know that I am sorry.”

“Are you?”

“I almost turned around more times than I can count,” She admitted softly, “You know how comfortable I am in the air, hell I never got sick no matter what kind of maneuver my dad pulled. But the whole flight it took everything I had not to throw up.”

“Why did you do it? Why did you leave like that?” He asked, voice just as soft as hers.

He wouldn’t look up at her though, he couldn’t. Bradley didn’t trust himself to look up at her, not after everything that happened. Not after she was all he could think about while he was in the air today. Not after she was his first thought when Maverick told the others to have a good reason for dying to tell the families. What would someone tell Rose if he didn’t make it back?

“I-I don’t know Roost. But I knew that staying here was a dead end for me. You were the only thing keeping me, and I don’t mean that in a bad way. But you were getting ready to finish up and I couldn’t spend my life following you from base to base,” She said, “Then at The Hard Deck we said things, and I don’t know… it was like there was this big shift, like after all of those years the fog finally cleared. And the rest of the night was-”

“Yeah, I know. Then I woke up alone, with nothing but a note saying you were sorry but you had to go to DC,” He finally looked up, eyes simmering with an anger that he hated, “After everything, you left in the exact moment that I finally asked you to stay.”

She closed her eyes, feeling her heart fully break again, “Because you asked me to stay, I knew I could finally leave. You wanted me, but you didn’t need me anymore. I tried for two years to get an assignment near you, but nothing opened up. At least, nothing they were willing to send me for. Hell, even my dad and Ice tried.”

“Yet here we are.”

“I wouldn’t ground you, because I know you can do this. Even if you don’t think you can,” She told him, reaching her hand out to touch his arm, “I know you, Rooster. I trust you up in the sky more than I could ever trust Hangman, because you would never leave your wingman alone. You fly safe, but you can’t do that this time and make it home.”

“I don’t need you to tell me how to fly,” He snapped, standing up.

“Well, you won’t listen to Maverick, but you’ll defend him. You wouldn’t call me back for years, yet you tried to call five times after my dad died, but you called my old number,” She shot back, “Yeah, I know about that. I know a hell of a lot more than you think. Apparently when it comes to the two of us, everyone is very loose lipped. I tried, I tried for years. And every time you ignored me I felt like my chest would cave in, because I never thought I would have to live my life without you. Yet here I am, Bradshaw, living my goddamn life as best I can.”

“I was all alone after my dad died. I didn’t have anyone,” She felt tears burn her eyes but she didn’t force them away, “I don’t have a replacement for you, because there won’t ever be another you. Mom moved, she hardly gets out of bed. Her sister is having to take care of her, because she’s slipping. Ice is sick and getting worse by the day, and none of my dad’s other buddies are still around. And Penny, bless her, will never understand what it’s like. You, and Mav, and Ice are the only people in the world who get it.”

“I will say this one time, Bradshaw,” She took a step towards him, eyes burning wildly, “I cannot lose anyone else. So you better get your head out of your ass and fly like it’s on fire, because chances are, it will be.”

“Rose-”

“Goodnight, Lieutenant Bradshaw, I’ll see you at training tomorrow.”

The second she was out of the room, Bradley spun and hit the metal chair he was sitting in, “Damnit!”

After a few minutes, he reached into his pocket for the old crumpled picture he always kept with him. When he was flying, it was either tucked into the pocket right next to his heart, or near the controls so he could see it at a glance. He wished they could still be the same two kids in the picture, young and stupidly in love. It was the last time they were really together, standing outside of The Hard Deck. There were two pictures, he remembered Rose left them on her dresser that night before things got heavy. But in the morning, there was only one.

Despite the hurt that took over his body, he couldn’t help but shove it into his pocket. All these years later, he didn’t go anywhere without it. He knew his dad used to keep a picture of him and his mom. Maybe that’s what the picture of him and Rose was. But it made him remember that someone would care, even if his parents weren’t alive anymore, someone would still care if he burned in.

Even after everything, Rose would still care.

Rose found herself driving to an old house that was once like a second home to her. Although, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to come since her dad died. She knew seeing Ice would be too hard, but she needed her dad, and Iceman was the closest thing she could get.

“Rose, sweetheart, we weren’t expecting you,” Sarah Kazansky said, hugging her tightly.

“Hi Aunt Sarah, I was hoping I could talk to him, if he’s feeling up to it?” Rose asked hopefully.

Sarah stoked the girl’s cheek gently, “For you, he would be up for anything. He’s in his office. Why don’t you stay for dinner too? You know I always make a little extra.”

Rose smiled, hugging her once more, “I would love nothing more.”

Rose made her way down the hall, trying to prepare herself for what was beyond the door. They hadn’t seen each other in years, as he was too sick to come to her father’s funeral. She would never be angry at him for that though, not when he sent her a letter almost everyday since, just to make sure she was okay.

“Uncle Ice?” She opened the door, knocking gently on the frame.

The man turned in his chair, managing as much of a smile as he could before waving her over. She nearly skipped to him, wrapping her arms around him as tightly as she could. She missed his hugs, she missed everything about him really.

What’s wrong, Little Tigger?

“You always know, don’t you Uncle Ice?” He nodded for her to go on, “This job is a lot harder than I thought. That’s all.”

He shook his head, typing once again on his computer.

No, Little Tigger. What is wrong? Is it Bradley?

“Yeah, you always know Uncle Ice. He’s not ready for this. I mean, he is, but he isn’t. And I- God, Uncle Ice, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. We can hardly talk to each other.”

She played with her hands for a minute, “We aren’t Little Tigger and Baby Goose anymore. Those kids are long gone,” She shook her head, “I don’t really know who he is anymore. Hell, I don’t even think I know who I am anymore.”

The silence made her keep talking, knowing Ice would understand no matter what she said. He was a lot like her dad in that way, he always seemed to know what she was feeling.

“He's still mad at me. I mean, I get it, I’m mad at myself. We’re both mad at Maverick. If I’m being completely honest, I’m scared to death. No matter how we all feel about each other, I can’t even fathom the thought of losing either of them,” She explained further, “I love Bradley more than I think he’ll ever really know. Probably more than he’ll ever be ready for. Hell, probably more than I’ll ever be ready for. But if I can’t fix this, fix us, before this mission, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”

You have time. Don’t give up on him. He needs you.

“I think I need him more than he needs me,” Rose said softly, “I was always the one who needed him more. I acted like I didn’t, I tried to be strong. But I never needed him more than after dad died, he was the only person I wanted to call. I needed him, and he wasn’t there. He couldn’t even get my new number.”

Keep trying.

“And keep hurting myself in the process? Keep hurting him too? I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this, I really don’t.”

Ice took a deep breath, “You fight for him,” another deep breath, “And he will start fighting for you.”

“Hey, no. You aren’t supposed to be talking. Let me get you some water.”

Ice pointed to his computer again, shaking his head. He knew that Rose and Bradley were somehow meant for each other in some cosmic way. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle from the time they were small kids. He had no doubt that somehow they would find a way back to each other.

“Okay, fine. I’ll keep trying,” She sighed, “But nothing about this is going to be easy.”

The things that are worth it are rarely easy.

“Yeah, okay old man. I’ll take your word for it.”

Silence fell between them. Rose looked around his office, spotting an old picture of Ice, Maverick, and her dad. She tried to blink away the tears, biting the inside of her cheek to try and stop them. Six months later and she wasn’t sure if she ever properly grieved losing him.

Ice beckoned for her to come over again, wrapping his arms tightly around her, “I miss him too.”

She nodded, drawing in a shaky breath, “I just hope I make him proud. That’s all I ever wanted to do.”

Ice pulled away, now holding Rose’s face in his hands. His eyes were gentle and kind as he nodded slightly, a smile forming on his face. Rose understood what he was trying to say, even without the words. He was proud of her, and her father would be too.

For a moment, she felt like she was a little kid again, clutching onto Iceman after he just came back from a mission. If her dad was with them, or Maverick too, they would all get bone crushing hugs. Her dad first, always, and then she would work her way through all of the other men. She loved them all like family. Even Maverick, even still. She didn’t know what she would do if she lost him too, really lost him.

“I’ll try,” She promised Ice, “I don’t know how, but I’ll try to fix things. I just can’t lose him. I can handle a lot of things, you know? I’m an Admiral’s daughter, and my dad pushed the envelope a lot in his younger years. So I had to learn how to handle things…but I can’t handle losing him. He’s my world, Uncle Ice.”

“Then fight for him.”

She nodded, “Yeah, I know. I will, somehow.”

She took a good look at the man she always considered to be her uncle. She could see how much pain he was in, and just how tired he was. The cancer wasn’t easy the first time around, but this time… she could see how much it was taking from him.

“I love you, you know that right? Just in case I haven’t said it enough. And I’ll never be able to thank you for all that you’ve done for me. Because you, Tom Kazansky, helped raise me. When dad was gone, you were always there for mom and I. You’ve always been right here, ready with a big warm hug to welcome me home. Hell, you’ve kept track of Bradley all of these years for me. I’ll never be able to repay you for all of it.”

He smiled and brushed away a tear that fell down her cheek, “I love you, Rose, and that’s enough.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw imagine #rooster x reader #rooster top gun #bradley bradshaw imagine #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun 2 #top gun imagine #top gun 2 imagine #top gun maverick imagine

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mrssabinecallas · 2 years

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Beach Babe

call sign: Angel; Before becoming a pilot, Angel was a field medic in the navy. Many of her patients referred to her as their guardian angel.

Y/n and Callsign are both used in this drabble.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Fem!Reader

In which Maverick takes the dagger squadron out for a team bonding day on the beach. Angel and the crew hang around the beach playing football, tanning, and enjoying the view ;)

my first hangman fic! i think im going to do rotations of three, where i write three drabbles or fics for a certain character and then go to the next one in the cycle.

WARNINGS! fluff, a bit of swearing, not proofread.

When Mav originally told the crew we were going to have a beach day instead of training, you were confused. How could he so carelessly ignore the admirals’ strict instructions of 3 weeks for training this easily? Everyone had some catching up to do if they wanted to keep up with you in the simulation course, you thought.

But as you arrived at the beach, and heard the calming waves and stepped in the soft sand under your feet, you decided that maybe a break would be nice. You could at least work on your tan.

That’s when Maverick pulled out two footballs and explained the rules of dogfight football. You initially wanted to sit this one out, but insisted you at least try it. It was the whole reason he told you and Phoenix to wear a sports bra instead of a bikini. To the beach.

And so you played. You barely touched the ball at first, just standing in the back. But then Jake threw you a pass and told you to make a run for the end zone. So, you did just that. And yeah, running in the sand is difficult as hell. But you absolutely dusted those boys, they couldn’t even reach for you because you would contort your waist out of the way of their hands.

That’s when the blue team realized you were an absolute fucking unit. You breezed past all the other pilots like it was a Tuesday morning jog. Hangman couldn’t help but admire your speed and agility in this game. He had never seen you like this before, but it made him horny see you in a new light.

You, unbeknownst to Hangman, had barely taken your eyes off of his toned body. Who could blame you? He is fine. Eventually he did catch you, though.

“Like what you see, Angel?”

Shit. Caught in the act. Your face turned beet red and you stopped in your tracks. Unfortunately, he said it rather loud and everyone turned your way, intrigued.

“Woah, Y/n got the hots for Bagman?” Rooster questioned with his eyebrows raised. Jake just chuckled.

“She’s my girlfriend, Chicken. She’s supposed to have the hots for me.” Everyone fell into a shocked silence, and Rooster broke it. “So, just to clear things up, Angel is off the table..?”

“Yes, Rooster, I am off the table,” you explained with air quotes.

“I knew it! Who called it, that’s right, I did,” Payback yelled, and Mav came over from his seat on the sand to see what all the fuss was about.

“Oh nothing, just Hangman and Angel are more than just wingmen,” Phoenix nudged Mav’s elbow to get her point across. His eyebrows shot up and his mouth formed a small “o”. Before anyone could say another word, Jake picked you up and carried you bridal style, saying, “Hate to cut this short, but m’afraid we gotta run.” He then took off with you in his arms towards the water.

“Jake I swear to god, if you drop me in this water you aren’t staying at my place ever again,” you threatened, but you both knew it was a hollow threat. With his signature smirk, he released you from his arms into the cool, salty water.

#hangman #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #missbayside

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ivyangels-blog · 2 years

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Be My Valentine? (Rooster x Fem!Reader)

(gif credit to shelly.aep on tiktok)

Summary: When a game of dogfight football gets a little too rough, Rooster has your back. (Mostly fluff)

Warnings: mild injury, Hangman being an asshole, swearing, sexism, my terrible unedited writing

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When Maverick first told us we would be ditching the normal training today, none of us were quite sure what to expect. However, a friendly game of football certainly wouldn’t have been my first guess.

“The rules are simple,” Maverick tells us. “You’re playing offense and defense at the same time.”

“What are the teams?” Hangman asks.

Mav shrugs. “Uh, team captains… Hangman and Rooster.” He points at the two of them and walks back across the sand to stand by the rest of us, while Hangman and Rooster step forward.

The two rock, paper, scissors for first pick and Hangman wins.

“Payback,” he says, calling him over to his side.

Rooster picks Coyote and then Hangman chooses Fanboy.

When Rooster picks Phoenix, I’m starting to lose hope on not being the last pick.

Rooster’s my only chance, since there’s no way Hangman will ever pick me unless he has to- and even then he’ll probably throw a fit about it.

One sexist remark too many led me to punch him across the face after our Top Gun graduation. What can I say? I thought I’d never see him again, but then we got called back for this special mission and it’s easy to tell Hangman hasn’t forgotten about what I did.

Hangman surveys the rest of us left, preparing to pick when he eyes Maverick beside me.

“Maverick,” Hangman says with a smirk.

Rooster protests, saying that Mav wasn’t an option, but Maverick joins Hangman’s team.

“Don’t worry,” Phoenix claps a hand on Rooster’s shoulder. “That old man won’t be able to keep up.”

Rooster shakes his head as everyone chuckles. “Um, Valentine.” Rooster points to me, motioning me over to his side.

I smile when he says my call sign, one that I got years ago after asking if we were going to get the night off for Valentine’s Day, since I had a date planned with my boyfriend. Everyone on the unit had laughed at me, and it hadn’t turned out to be worth it because I was told my date could wait until the weekend and my boyfriend, tired of barely getting any time together, broke up with me that night. I never told anyone that, though, I was too embarrassed.

A few minutes later, and the rest of the teams have been picked and we split off onto two sides of the beach.

The boys all start shedding their shirts, deciding to play topless.

I have to avoid staring at Rooster as he tosses his shirt aside, abs on full display. I’ve had a huge crush on him for awhile, almost the whole time we were at Top Gun together, but I never made a move. I think I was just too scared of being stood up by a guy I liked again, and if the guy was Rooster than there’s no way I’d be able to keep the rejection a secret from the rest of the unit.

Phoenix and I take our shirts off as well, playing in our sports bras.

At Hondo’s whistle, we start the game and it’s pure chaos. Everyone is everywhere, all shouting different things.

“Val!” I hear my name and turn, catching the ball as Phoenix throws it to me before being tackled, I look to the end zone and, seeing a clear path, run through to score a point.

“Nice!” Rooster’s voice comes from behind me, but before I have time to turn. His arms are around me, lifting me up into the air and spinning me around.

His bare skin against mine sends a warmth through my body. I never want it to end, but a few seconds later he’s placing me back down in the sand.

I turn around to look at him, but he’s already grabbed the ball and taken off to continue the game.

I’m on my way to follow him when Hangman bumps past me.

“Watch it!” He shoots me a glare before going after the ball.

I roll my shoulders, glaring right back before rejoining the game.

I manage to intercept a pass Maverick was sending across the beach and search for a teammate to throw it to. I catch sight of Rooster in the end zone, waving to me. With a snap of my arm, I throw the ball to him and he catches it, immediately dropping it to do a victory dance.

I laugh at him, but my giggles are cut short as I’m knocked to the ground. I’m sure a shout leaves my mouth as my left ankle twists in the sand.

“Sorry.” Hangman’s face appears above mine, looking anything but sorry. He moves to run off, but I swing my right leg out catching his feet and sending him sprawling onto the ground beside me.

I go to stand up, but struggle to put any weight on my left foot. It turns out not to matter, before I’m even close to getting to my feet, Hangman’s arms are around me, shoving me back into the ground.

“Bitch,” he mutters, swinging at me with his fist, which I only manage to partially avoid.

Pain erupts on the side of my face and I swing blindly back at Hangman, doing hardly any damage when I’m trapped underneath him.

“Hey, hey, get off her man!”

Hangman is pulled away from me, and I look up to see Rooster tugging him off me.

“What’s wrong with you?” Rooster shouts at him.

“Equal rights, equal fights,” Hangman shouts, turning away to join his teammates.

“Are you okay?” Rooster asks, offering me his hand.

“I’m fine.” I take his hand, allowing him to pull me to my feet. The other lieutenants are looking at me warily, but I give them a thumbs up and they hesitantly return to the game.

I stand up beside Rooster, but wince when I put weight on my twisted ankle.

“You sure you’re alright?” Rooster looks down at my foot and then back up at me, concern etched on his face.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna go sit down for a few minutes. Maybe grab a drink.” I motion up to The Hard Deck and take a few steps in the direction of the bar, limping as I go.

“Here, let me help you.” Rooster grabs my arm, pulling it around his neck and rests his hand in the curve of my waist holding me up so I only have to use my right foot to walk.

“Thanks,” I say, pretending to focus on my feet so I don’t have to try and keep my cool at the sight of his dazzling smile.

We make it up to The Hard Deck and Penny freaks out upon seeing us. She immediately motions us over to the nearest booth, pulling up a chair for my foot and returning with an ice pack and a couple beers.

“You need me to drive you to a doctor?” Rooster asks.

I shake my head. “I think it’s just sprained.”

Rooster nods, taking a sip of his beer. I do the same, wondering if he’s planning on sitting here with me the whole time. Before I can tell him I’m fine and he should go back to the game, he’s taking off his aviators and leaning across the table.

“Damn, Hangman got you good,” he mutters, brushing his fingers against my cheek where Hangman punched me.

“Not as good as I got him,” I mutter, sipping at my beer again.

Rooster’s brow furrows and he glances out the window to where the rest of the unit is still playing.

“Not today,” I clarify. “It was awhile ago, after our graduation ceremony.”

“I’ve been wondering why you two have been at each other’s throats since we came back. You punched him?”

I nod. “He kept asking where my boyfriend was, said that I made him up. Then he… implied I should spend the night with him instead.” I save Rooster the graphic details of Hangman’s comment. “So, I punched him. Doesn’t matter if he was right.”

Rooster’s eyes dart over my face. “About him… and you…”

“Oh, god no. I was right to turn him down.” I sigh, looking down at my beer. “He was right about my boyfriend. I made him up.”

Rooster looks even more confused than he did when he thought I wanted to hookup with Hangman. “Hold on, so your Prince Charming, Ben Davis, who you talked about all the time, never existed?”

“No, he did, he does. We just broke up, it was actually right around Valentine’s day, he was upset I couldn’t make it to dinner.”

“Shit, that sucks.”

“It’s fine, I mean in hindsight he wasn’t even that great.”

“Yeah, but if I’d have known you weren’t seeing anyone I would’ve asked you out a long time ago.”

My head snaps up at his words and I’m met with that breathtaking Rooster grin.

“You would’ve?” I ask.

“Hell yeah, but I guess I can just settle for doing it now.”

My eyes widen at his words. “Valentine,” he says. “Would you want to go out with me?”

I’m struggling to figure out what to say. “I’d love to.”

Rooster’s grin grows impossibly more brilliant. “Great, I think I’m free on Valentine’s day-” His grin turns cocky as I cut him off.

“Oh, shut up,” I snap at him, but I’m sure my smile is shining as bright as his.

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revenge-is-dead · 2 years

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The Shirt and Jean Shorts Stay On During Dog Fight Football

When Maverick had proposed the idea to them everyone had reacted with confusion and some excitement. They had a little less than two weeks until they were supposed to go on this mission.

And he fucking wanted them to play football on the beach.

Was Maverick a prick? Hard to tell. He held a smug childishness to him that was hard to understand in those moments. Bob had been buzzing with anxiety and energy from the upcoming mission. Not one of them had made it to the target on time. It was the perfect day for flying. The skies clear, it being a bit warm out. Like it usually was in San Diego. Perfect time to be out working.

But here he was walking with Phoenix to the beach near The Hard Deck. His flip flops sliding against the sandy pavement. Sand was already sticking to his feet. The heat of the sun leaves him sweaty. Rubbing the bottom of his shirt hem between his fingers and nails.

“Bob, you’re gonna rub a hole into that shirt of yours. Whatcha thinking about?” Phoenix hummed as they walked. He Looked up from his feet and turned to see her. She wasn’t even looking at him, she could just tell.

“I-I um, worried about playing with the others” he said slowly, turning his head forward into the distance, squinting before pushing up his glasses.

“You worried that you’re gonna be decked and thrown into the water?” He snorted.

“No, I'm worried I'm going to be forced to take off my shirt.” He stopped, looking back at his feet. Playing with the bottom hem again.

He felt her stop next to him. Taking a moment to process the information he just let loose. He looked up; his eyes stung a bit. Fuck he was worried, he remembered telling Phoenix when they first got assigned, once he knew that she would trust. That she wouldn’t judge him and scream what he had told her from the rooftops.

“Bob, if you don’t want too that's completely okay. If anyone mentions something. I’ll punch them in the gut for you”

“Even Hangman?”

“Especially Hangman” she gave him a smile that eased some of the tension in his shoulders. Knowing that he had told someone, and that was on his side in case of anything, just made him more reassured that everything was gonna be okay.

They both walked to the beach together, A little closer than before, with a smile on both of their faces.

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When they had finally gotten to the beach, they had already changed in the dorm rooms given to them. Looking around he noticed that only half of them were here yet. He spotted Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, Fritz, and Omaha.

A smile swept across his face as he spotted their instructor, Maverick sitting in a shitty lounge beach chair drinking from a metal water bottle under his umbrella. An old boombox next to him slightly dung into the sand playing 80’s.

“He looks like such a dad right now Phoe” He laughed. Pushing his hair out of his face, the slight breeze messing with the strands, them so desperately wanting to poke at his eyes.

“Sure does” She laughed with him, them walking down the sand dune to get to the others. Fanboy waved at them excitedly as they got closer before Payback slammed him into the wet sand. A yelp and loud laughter came from the group. He heard Phoenix give a sigh then dip into a laugh watching them.

Making his way over he sat in the shaded part next to Maverick, watching his partner run up to the boys yelling about how she was gonna kick their asses once the game started.

Soon Harvard, Yale and Halo showed up. All of them were rocking the minimal clothing look that the others were also having. Phoenix once she got knocked over into the wet sand by Fritz came up near him and Mav and threw off her shirt, now only being in a black sports bra and her shorts. His face heated up, embarrassment and envy filling parts of him.

“Oh? Phoenix got you all flustered hm” His eyes snapped to his mentor. His aviators were on but he could feel his eyes on him. He cocked his head for a second at the comment. And then he got it.

“What.” A pause. “You think I like Phoenix? No, no not at all. It’s, not like that” He shook his head at the comment. Why was he feeling that anyways? Mav words breaking through his thoughts.

“Sure Bob, but that look on your face says otherwise.” The older man was smiling at the others who were all goofing off.

“It's not romantic feelings Sir. It’s, envy” He started picking at his shorts, pushing off sand and pulling at the one loose string there always seemed to be.

He felt Mav’s eyes go back to him, a questioning look appearing on his face. His brows pushed together. The creases on his tan face are becoming more apparent. “Why so?”

Gathering his words was hard. How could he explain this without outing himself? Without letting his captain know something that he got changed legally years ago.

“I'm envious of the confidence she has. In herself, in her body and the way she acts. She isn’t afraid to be and take up space.” His hands couldn’t stay still, anxiety fluttering through him again. Looking up once again he saw a pure look of understanding from the other man. He gave a small nod, opening his mouth to speak- Which was promptly cut off by the cheers of the other Pilots.

Rooster jogging up in his normal attire. Wearing flip flops, his white tank top with a light blue Hawaiian shirt, yellow flowers and green leaves decorating it. Lastly a pair of jean shorts. Who the fuck wears jean shorts to play football on the beach? He came up, taking off his shoes and shirts, dropping them in the basket that Mav had brought, the items within it now covered by nearly all of the pilot's gear.

“HANGMAN, GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE WE’RE WAITING”

“I COME IN STYLE BABY” He rolled his eyes at the comment from the bleach blonde. Once Hangman had joined them all, the game began.

–

They had been playing for about an hour. Maverick explained the rules and how even though they were separated into two “teams” this was an overall team building exercise. Dog Fight football as he called it. Them having to work with one another to score points by making past certain lines he made in the sand with his foot.

The end goal lines were trampled over and forgotten about, points melding together with their laughter. Bob was surprisingly having a good time playing, thankfully he and Phoenix were on the same team, her always being decently close to him.

Jogging back a little as he watched a good majority of the other pilots all swarming around Rooster who had the ball. Soon he saw the mustached man jump up and throw the football, hands trying to block it, catch it- anything.

Next moment he felt the leather hit his arms as he caught it. Eyes turning to him with something he could only describe as athletic hunger. Fuck-

He turned and started running with the ball tucked under his arm. You would think that he was being chased by a hoard of zombies rather than his friend and fellow Navy men. Within a little while he felt a hand grasp the edge of his shirt and pull him back. Them both plummeting into the ground.

His shirt riding up uncomfortably high. He curled himself around the football hiding it the best he could.

“C’mon Bob lemmie at it!” The smirk was evident on the tall blonde's voice. He tried uncurling Bob more, pulling up his shirt even more. It reaches his armpits, the scrunches uncomfortable against his skin. Hot flashes of fear went through him. Could Hangman see his chest? What if he saw the scars? He curled in on himself more, a whimper coming from him without his consent. He felt the other stop and lean back.

“Bob, dude you okay?” Looking up he saw behind Hangman people catching up quickly, turning to the other man's face. He saw worry and confusion, actual human emotions gracing the other.

He just quickly nodded. Sitting up and letting the ball go. Pushing his shirt down as quickly as he could, the other no doubt saw his surgery scars. He looked at the sand, face hot with embarrassment.

A brief moment before Phoenix was at his side, kneeling next to him in the sand. Her hand on his shoulder comfortingly. Hearing the pounding of feet on sand, he saw the football being picked up by Hangman. Looking up to see the other give him a smile and nod behind his shoulder before dipping in between the other players running like a bat out of hell to the other goal line.

“You okay Floyd?” His head turned quickly to his friend and gave a shaky nod.

“U-um, Jake pulled up my shirt,,” He stuttered out. He felt her tense next to him. Her face read ‘I will kick his balls in if he did anything bad to you’. “He, um didn’t say anything bad. He seemed worried?” he was confused by the blonde's reaction to seeing Bob’s chest. How two long thick scars ran under his pecks, a smaller line going up to nipple.

Phoenix blinked in confusion, seeming confused and politely surprised at how the almighty dick that was ‘Hangman’ Jake Seresin. The man who would fucking bully and pick on you if he found something mildly humiliating about you. Didn’t make a comment about Robert’s top surgery scars.

“You guys joining us or what lovebirds?” Yelled Fanboy, who was once again tackled by Payback. Both him and Phoenix looked at each other and rolled their eyes. It was on.

–

Rooster had just let him down from the piggy back ride. A smile plastered onto his face. No one had picked him up in years, and the fact that the taller tan man did it without a complaint made him even more happy. He had finally made a goal and they all cheered for him. It made his chest ache in the most wonderful way.

“Since it's so close, let's all go to The Hard Deck for a round. Losing team pays for first round” Yale yelled.

“As if you remember who lost!” Shot back Harvard. They all had forgotten about the score completely and were just having fun. Mav who was sitting in his beach chair just smiled as he took a sip from his cold beer. Fucker knew what he was doing. He gave a warm smile to the older man.

–

Before they were allowed into The Hard Deck Penny demanded that they brush off with some of the beach towels that she always kept in the back. One of them complained that there was gonna be sand within the establishment no matter what, a little more wont hurt. A sharp look and all complaints stopped.

They all gathered around the pool table, Rooster deciding once again that a rematch with Phoenix was a good idea (Phoenix had won the last 8 times but Rooster was not letting go).

He was leaned up against the ginger ale near the window in a pre-chilled glass. Sipping on it occasionally as he felt someone land next to him. Leaning against the wall a couple inches away.

“So, I have a question Bob” Hangman. Fuck, this was not going to end well. He felt his body tense from the other instantly as he spoke. Not taking notice that the man was talking in a softer tone than normal.

He hummed acknowledgement.

“I saw the scars that you got on your chest. I don’t know too much about this stuff, and I wanted to make sure I was clear first.” There was a pause and he felt Jake try to find the right words. “How did you get 'em?”

Angling his body to his right. He saw Hangman in a blue and gray tank top, a pocket that was holding his phone and his aviators. Black shorts and some crocs on. The man was staring at him, no drink within his hand's, full attention on Bob. The emotions grazing his face was surprising, Bob could pick out confusion, wanting, worry and a bit of discomfort.

“Uh, They’re top surgery scars.” He said plainly. He moved his cold cup between his hands watching as surprise appeared on Jake’s face. “I’m, uh, Trans”

The man in front of him nodded and gave a smile to him. “Well Bob, I'm Bi.” The smile grew wider and he gave him one back. “And I have to say, your scars make you look like a badass, I understand that you’re anxious about what others will say. But I think they make you look awesome. I'm glad you’re with us man” He slapped his shoulder a bit before walking away towards the pool table.

Bob watched as Hangman walked over to the pool table, most likely to bother Rooster and to mess up his shot. Phoenix just gave him a questioning look. Knowing what she was thinking. He just shook his head and smiled.

They weren’t all too bad.

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jiminisnotavirgin · 3 years

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Pairing: professor!taehyung | collegestudent!reader

Genre: smut

Description: A one-on-one video call with your hot, college professor takes a surprising turn.

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: inappropriate student/teacher relations, mutual masturbation, fingering, clit-stimulation, and innapropriate language.

Note: After much anticipation, I hope this is my return to the writing part of the lovely fanfic world. Here’s a little something mischievous and self-indulgent (clearly!). I started writing this when quarantine and remote-learning first began last year and I returned to it earlier this week. Let me know what you think :) I hope you enjoy A+. Love, Phoenix.

Email after email, document after document, the light from Taehyung’s laptop shines bright blue across his features. The hours go by and the sky grows darker but he remains at his desk, only taking small breaks to lighten the strain on his eyes. His chair creaks as he leans back and glances outside the window. Like most nights lately, only the stars keep him company tonight.

His courses shifted to an online-only remote format due to the need for social distancing. Despite the initial confidence he displayed to his boss and colleagues over the change, Taehyung is more unsure than ever. Frustration sneaks its way into his mind like a viper wrapped around its squirming prey. His life has turned into a turbulent sea of e-mails and complaints from upset students. What’s the best way for him to support his students? How can he assure them that their mental health is more important than any essay or assignment they’ll ever complete?

A sudden knock at the door steals his attention. Jungkook, his roommate and best friend, leans against the doorway with crossed arms. “Professor Kim,” he begins with a smirk. “Do you have a minute to speak?”

“What’s up?” asks Taehyung, ignoring his friend’s use of the name his students address him with.

“Did you see Jimin’s text? He invited us over for drinks at his apartment. Are you coming?”

“Can’t,” answers Taehyung. His computer glows in his peripheral vision. “I have—“

“Emails to write, work to do. I get it, you’re a busy man.” Jungkook shrugs. “I thought I’d ask anyway since it’s Saturday night.”

“Maybe next time.” Guilt floods Taehyung’s chest and makes it difficult to look Jungkook directly in the eye. Not only is he a shitty professor but he’s a shitty friend, too.

Jungkook finally steps inside the room, occasionally tinkering with Taehyung’s things until he reaches his desk. “Whatever. I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”

“Why?”

“Why?” Jungkook’s already-large doe eyes go wider. “Because all you do is sit at that damn computer all day!”

“I have to teach classes online, what do you expect?”

“It’s not healthy. You barely even leave your room to eat.”

“Who are you, the food police?”

“No, I’m your best friend,” Jungkook answers. “When was the last time you did anything fun? Or normal? You’re twenty-six, Tae, not a hundred and six.”

Taehyung sighs. “I can’t think about any of that right now. Actually, I should get back to my work...”

Jungkook takes the hint and leaves, but not without shooting a glare that makes Taehyung regret his choice of words. He can’t worry about it right now though—not when he has a call planned with you in about two minutes.

He was surprised to see an email from you in his inbox yesterday. You’re one of the students that hasn’t reached out all semester unlike most of the others in his courses. He knows just what kind of student you are: the type who floats through classes quietly but still gets high marks. You’re an older student. You fade into the background by avoiding the attention of your peers but your work stands out, therefore, you do too. He recognizes it because he was that student, too.

Taehyung opens the app for the call, expecting you to pick up after a minute or two but you answer within seconds. “Hello,” he greets you.

You tuck a stand of hair behind your ear and speak but no sound follows the movement of your mouth. He waits but nothing changes.

Taehyung clears his throat. “I think your microphone is off,” he says and types the same words into the chat box at the bottom of his screen.

You squint as you bring your face closer to the monitor. “Can you hear me now?”

He smiles. “Perfect. So, how are you doing? How’s the semester been so far?”

You shrug. “It’s been okay. I’m just trying my best, you know? What about you?”

“Pretty much the same. There’s nothing to do besides read and grade assignments.”

“I wanted to talk to you about the midterm, actually...” your voice fades out and your eyes drift away from the camera. He digs through his memory for what you wrote but his mind comes out empty-handed.

“Let me pull it up on my computer.” He searches through his saved files and documents.

“Oh, you don’t have to do all of that.” You pause for a few seconds. “It’s about my grade.”

“Let’s see... B-plus. Nice work.” When he looks away from your paper, he catches you frowning.

“Could you give me some feedback on it?” you ask.

“I left a few comments on the side,” he answers, eyes still glued to the document. He exits the window and focuses on your face once again. “I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you. You’re a lovely writer.”

“Not good enough if I can only get B-pluses,” you answer with a sigh. Taehyung sits up in his chair, surprised by your shift in tone.

Are you looking for an explanation? A justification for the grades he’s given you? “Most students would be satisfied with a B-plus in an almost graduate level course.”

“With all due respect, sir, I’m not your other students.”

His brows twitches. “Oh?”

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like an arrogant jerk but I’m not used to getting anything lower than an A on my papers. The fact that I’m about to graduate and can’t hack yours is pretty... frustrating.”

He presses his lips together. “I don’t know what to tell you.” What do you want to hear? Can anything he’ll say wipe that glare off your face? It’s interesting to see you lose your cool after all this time.

You refuse to back down from the challenge. In this impromptu staring contest, your brown eyes penetrate his through the computer screen.

Taehyung decides to give in. Slightly. “One thing I will say,” he continues, “is that I’m particularly tough on my best students. If I gave you an A-plus on every essay you handed in, what would you work up to? There’s no doubt about the strength of your writing.”

Your expression changes immediately. “Oh,” is the only word that leaves your lips. The lines of anger decorating your forehead smooth out as your mouth eases into a relieved smile.

It’s in this moment that Taehyung finds himself looking at you. Truly looking at you.

There’s something about the determination in your face as you plead your case, as though nothing else in the world matters more. Your glossy, heart-shaped lips possess a reddish tint that reminds him of cherries, or rubies. Even through the pixels on the computer screen, you retain the same freshness he remembers from a few months ago, if not more now.

All this time on the computer has gone to your head, he thinks to himself. Perhaps there’s still a chance for him to catch up to Jungkook and the others.

A giggle erupts from your side of the call. “So my papers are good? And here I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“I didn’t mean to make you suffer,” he murmurs and runs a hand through the waves in his raven hair. His eyelids flutter closed as he sinks into his chair and stretches his arms. Finally, a meeting he can consider a success; a meeting where the student leaves the call less frustrated than when it began. He prepares to end the call and log off for the night.

Then he hears it.

It’s faint and quiet and quick but he hears it, as if all sounds in the world were turned off and yours was amplified. The sound echoes in his mind as though you were right there beside him: “If only you knew how you make me suffer.”

This progression of thoughts occurs in a matter of seconds. By the time he’s processed your statement, his eyes have been forced open and any chance of relaxation for the rest of the night disappears into thin air.

“What?” he asks, voice betraying the casualness he wishes to exude.

“Oh, nothing.” You blink innocently, long lashes fluttering like a pair of butterfly wings. “I just care about your opinion, Professor Kim, if you can’t tell.”

“Right...” His eyes trail to the messy display of pens and papers spread out across his desk—anything to avoid your gaze. Its intensity has multiplied a thousandfold and threatens to melt him like a popsicle in the sun. He ignores the surge of anxious heat flowing through his veins.

“I mean,” you continue, lips pursed. “Who doesn’t love hearing a little bit of praise every once in a while, right?”

Your statement hangs in the air for what feels like an eternity. His shirt suddenly squeezes his torso. His pants suffocate his thighs. The room feels like a furnace and dizzying all at once, but the tension in the air keeps him in the moment.

“What are you doing?” he finally asks.

All the blood drains from your face and your limbs freeze. You hold your hands up in the air. “I’m sorry, professor. I didn’t mean to—“

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” warns Taehyung. A new fire fuels his gaze. With his thick brows, chiseled face, and beautiful black hair to match, your professor is a flame and you’ve been dying to get burned since you first laid eyes on him.

You pull off your hoodie and toss it onto the ground behind you. With a small tug of your index finger, you adjust the spaghetti straps of your pink tank top, underneath which you wear no bra. Your nipples prick at the thin fabric that stretches with each of your breaths.

“You deserve so much more than a little bit of praise,” he murmurs, erasing any doubts over your advances towards him.

“I do?”

“Mmhmm. Especially since you’ve been such a good girl.”

This man couldn’t possibly be the same one that lectured your class all semester. Something sinful replaces the innocent, awkward mannerisms you’ve grown to know over time. No more does he hesitate with his words or actions. Instead, he leans towards the camera with his shoulders pushed back. You’re greeted by his neck and the tan slope of his chest that hides beneath the loose collar of his button-down. You want nothing more than to rip off his shirt with your bare hands. For now, you can only imagine what lies beneath.

“Good girls deserve rewards,” he says with a swipe of his tongue across his plump bottom lip, snapping you out of your daze.

“What should I do?” you ask and glance at your closed bedroom door. Fortunately, you locked it before the call started. You don’t want any intrusions from your roommate.

“You should wind down and take care of yourself. You’ve been working so hard.” His eyes dart down to your tank top. “Close your eyes and imagine it’s me worshipping your chest.”

Your eyes fall closed as your hands drift to the hem of your top. Your fingertips graze your stomach and stop when your skin begins to slope up into the mounds of your breasts. “What would you do if you were here with me right now?”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “I’d make it my mission to kiss every part of you but first, I’d focus on those beautiful breasts of yours. They’d fit in my hands perfectly.”

With your left hand, you grasp one breast and tighten your grip just the slightest bit. The squeeze forces a sigh from your lips and although your eyes are closed, Taehyung struggles to control his own breathing as he watches you begin to unfold. With the other hand, you bring two fingers to your mouth and coat them in saliva only to bring them down to your nipples which harden with each squeeze and stroke.

Taehyung swallows in anticipation. “Just like that. Keep going.”

“Wait, what about you?” you ask, voice raspy and slightly out of breath.

“What about me?”

“I’m not the only one who deserves a reward.”

“Watching you wriggle and writhe in desire is enough for me.”

You cross your arms. “Nope.”

He chuckles. “What do you suggest I do, then?”

“I want you to fuck yourself with your hand and imagine it’s my pussy squeezing the life out of you.”

Your words knock the air out of Taehyung’s lungs but he manages to recover quickly. “You may be a good girl but you’ve got a dirty mouth.”

You smirk. “What are you going to do about it?”

The sound of his metal belt buckle clinks from his end. “Touch yourself right now. Play with your clit and we’ll see if you’ve still got that nasty mouth of yours when you’re begging me to cum.”

You raise your brows. “I fully intend on cumming at least once in your presence tonight, professor, whether I have your permission or not.”

“Call me Taehyung.” He takes a moment to reflect on the current situation versus the dynamic you had only minutes ago. “Why now? Why did you initiate—”

“My grades go above all else. I didn’t want to jeopardize any of that,” you answer. “And I also waited for your sake.”

“My sake? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were doing this to secure your grades,” he muses.

“Nothing boosts my ego like getting an A-plus based solely off my hard work,” you answer. “Fucking my hot professor is for my own personal pleasure.”

You description makes it sound so typical, just another everyday thing like washing the dishes. Are you using him? Deep inside, the thought of you using him arouses him. He wants to be used by you.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers, suddenly absorbed by you and the way you carefully orchestrated this interaction. How long did you think about this moment? Were you afraid of rejection?

“I know. Everyone likes me but I always want what I can’t have.” You wink. “Life’s more fun that way.”

Fun. “Enough talk. Let me see.”

“Yes, of course,” you stutter, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. You don’t mind his demands or commanding tone. In fact, you invite them.

“Slide back,” he instructs you. “I want to see everything.”

You swallow and obey immediately, rising to pull your chair further away from the camera. You take the chance to slip off your sweatpants which leaves you in nothing but your underwear and tank top. Your underwear isn’t fancy but it’s what’s below that he’s interested in.

You lower yourself onto the seat, not bothering to keep your legs pressed together. You spread your knees slowly, as if your legs were a book with pages waiting to be read.

“Good. Open up more and show me how bad you want it,” he says. The smile in his voice urges you on.

Your hand creeps along the stretchy waistband of your underwear. The material works against you, forcing your wrist against your pelvis and the area you so desperately wish to touch. You have to be patient since you seek to milk this moment for as long as possible.

Your middle finger searches for any sign of dampness and you gasp when you find a small pool already built up at your core. When you look back at the monitor to see what he’d like you to do next, you watch as he adjusts himself into a similar position to yours.

“Your turn. Take off your shirt,” you instruct.

He raises his eyebrows. A mischievous smile dawns on his face. “Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“So demanding. That’s what got us here in the first place,” he remarks but proceeds to unbutton his shirt.

“I’m not afraid to go out and get what I want.”

“I know, and I admire you for it,” he says. His shirt begins to crinkle as he unbuttons lower and lower until eventually, the front parts to reveal his chest. His abs are soft and his warm honey skin looks smooth. You wonder what it would it taste like.

As he rolls up his sleeves, you observe every movement of his hands. They’re large. One of the first things you noticed about him when he spoke in class and lead discussions. You always wondered what his hands would look like if they were doing something else entirely... Now, your fantasies have come to life.

You force your jaw closed but he’s already caught you staring. “Like what you see?” he asks through his low lids.

“Oh, please. As if you don’t know you’re attractive as hell.”

A low laugh emerges from the man and you smile. If only you could bottle it up and keep it. When he reaches into his pants, you follow along, taking the slick from your finger up to your clit in one smooth stroke. You hum and bite at your lips to contain your reaction.

He shakes his head. “Don’t hide it. You sound beautiful.”

Your other hand starts to wander as you go to work on your clit. From your head to your chest, you seek something to ground you as your soft bud puffs with pleasure. No longer does it hide, tucked away beneath the crevices of your lips. You grind against it using your hand and a slow swivel of your hips from left to right.

“You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you,” coos Taehyung. “Your body was made for this. For pleasure.”

The sight of him gripping the base of his cock is almost enough to send you over. A light glaze of sweat builds on your forehead but you make no effort to wipe it. Taehyung wishes to feel the heat of your body on his. It’s probably better than anything he could ever imagine.

Perhaps now more than ever, he longs for the days before the virus took over and broke everyone apart. He misses those times so much he could cry, especially since he took them for granted. At the same time though, he thinks about the effort those close to him have made to keep in contact. Even old friends he hadn’t spoken to in years called to catch up with him. His students have stuck out the most out of anyone. One or two of them don’t even own laptops but they show up to class on time and bring their A-game. He believes he should take a note or two from them.

As he studies you, the way you squirm in delight, and the way your body responds to the ministrations of your hand, a wave of relief washes over him. If it weren’t for these circumstances, he wouldn’t have had this moment with you.

“Taehyung,” you moan, bringing him back.

The sound of you calling his name shoots heat straight to his cock. With the precum glistening at the top, he grabs his cock and works the tip using his thumb. “Fuck. Look at what you do to me,” he groans at the sensitivity.

“Please,” you take in a breath and continue, “t-tell me more.”

If praise is what you want, praise is what you’ll get. “You’re so hardworking in everything that you do. Look at you now. Touching yourself just for me.”

“Yes, yes.” You moan as your fingers settle into the one position that feels like you’ve struck gold.

“How far inside can those fingers go? I bet you can put them in real deep.”

It’s as though your hands were waiting for his approval. You slip inside your clenching, gaping hole using two fingers. They slide in easily but the initial stretch is foreign since it’s been so long.

Taehyung groans and for the first time tonight, you begin to see him lose control. His cool exterior sinks into the pleasure of his hand—and of you—leaving him a sweaty, desirable mess. His hair sticks to his forehead and his stomach clenches with each stroke of his hand. He moves slowly, trying to match the pace of your hand. You pick up speed and allow your body to move against the rhythm of your hand. Your insides feel warm and soft and slippery. You close your eyes and imagine he’s the one fingering you with those gorgeous hands of his.

The rubber band of pleasure in your stomach begins to stretch. The squelch of your pussy grows louder with each passing second.

Taehyung is well-endowed but never did you imagine his dick would expand so much in length and girth. He could spear your pussy in one fell swoop, destroying your insides and anything else that gets in his way.

“Taehyung, I’m close,” you say with a sigh. You barely have the energy to speak.

“Fuck, me too,” he adds. “I’m almost there. Cum with me.”

His hand travels from base to tip and each part of the journey is smoother than the last. He massages each vein and ripple and moves even faster when he catches a glimpse of the uneven quiver of your thighs. Heat churns in his stomach and all he can do is chase it desperately. He needs it like oxygen, to breathe in the sight of you along with the pleasure of his nether regions.

The rubber band snaps. It strikes you in waves, each crash stronger the last. You let the waves overtake you and succumb to the burst of pleasure spreading through your limbs. You pull out your hand and clench around nothing as the sensitivity forces your legs closed.

Just when you thought things were over, Taehyung makes a request: “Taste it.”

You waste no time in taking your fingers to your mouth, gliding your tongue on the pads of your fingertips, and spreading the salty fluid in your mouth. All you can focus on is the heavenly sight of Taehyung coming. Each breath he lets out comes with a moan. You swear you can feel the vibration of his low voice against your own chest. His hair covers his eyes but you know they’re closed in pleasure. He intakes one sharp breath before it finally takes him over.

He can feel nothing but release. Release of stress. Release of work. Release of anything except you. As white spurts of cum squirt from his dick in a messy stream of strings, all you can think about is the beauty of his body.

“This was fun,” you admit with a smile. “I’m glad my attempt didn’t flop.”

“No, that would’ve been a huge mistake on my part.”

As you look down, your eyelashes brush the top of your cheeks and you bite your lip in anticipation. “I know I’m graduating and all, but we should do this again sometime. If you’re interested.”

He rests his elbows on his desk and brings himself closer to the camera. With his hand holding the side of his face, he takes in the sweet sight of you. “Did you enjoy it that much?”

“Oh yes. In fact, unlike some people, I’d give you an A-plus.”

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acciofanfics · 4 years

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Be Quiet (Harry Potter x Reader) SMUT

Request: Can you write a story where the reader (Slytherin) and Harry fall in love with each other and have their first time (smut pls!) and at the same time Sirius and the reader find out that’s she’s his daughter? Xo

Pairing: Harry Potter x FemReader

Warnings: Smut, very slight mentions of death, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2389

A/N: I forgot to specify the reader’s house! 😭 Also I didn’t do a whole lot of set up, let’s pretend their slightly older in Order of The Phoenix and this is set in when they’re staying in Sirius’ place? -S

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(Y/N) rapped quietly on the door, she supposed knocking on the door at all kind of defeated the purpose of trying to be quiet, so she abandoned her efforts and attempted to open the wooden door with minimal squeaking. “Harry? Are you up?”

Harry was quick to appear and open the door for her to come into the room. Honestly, he felt kind of bad, because it had been his intention to come to her. She had just beat him to it, but he supposed that wasn’t too surprising; she had always seemed to be more sure of herself than Harry had. “Yeah, come in. I was just about to go look for you.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Harry was probably her best friend...or maybe Hermione, but that would only because she couldn’t share EVERYTHING with Harry (despite her desire to do so). She plopped on the bed and let out a sigh, a dramatic, but justified one. “This is a lot, right?”

“It’s a bit much sure… not entirely bad though?” Harry knew immediately what she’d been referring to. A bombshell for sure. One thing they had been able to bond over was the fact that she grew up without her parents, Harry was thankful that she had a much more loving and tolerant aunt and uncle though. She never knew who her father was, and her mother had died around the age of 3. She knew who her father was now though… the notorious Sirius Black.

(Y/N) knew that she had been kept in the dark for her own good. Most people still thought the man was a murderer and she knew her aunt and uncle just didn’t want her to grow up knowing that they shared the DNA. “I mean I guess not… Sirius is cool and all.” It definitely sucked that his name hadn’t been cleared to anyone not in the Order, but while not seemingly knowing a lot about what he was doing he seemed eager to try as much as he would be able to.

“I feel like I’ve been lied to my entire life and I get why they did it, but I wish I would’ve known.” (Y/N) sat up and laid her head on Harry’s shoulder. He’d sat down beside her after she’d laid back. “I suppose nothing really changes that much though.”

He could definitely relate to some extent. Harry constantly felt like he was playing catch-up, and he was always a step behind everyone in knowing about himself and his life. “Right.”

A silence fell over the pair. Harry wasn’t sure what (Y/N) was feeling, but he felt content. She always had a way of making him feel that way. Hermione kept pushing him to say something, and as much as he wanted to he always found a reason not to do so. Now for example would be incredibly inappropriate, she was already so overwhelmed it just wouldn’t be fair to add the weight of his feelings for her onto her shoulders.

“Can I ask you something completely off topic?”

“Anything.”

“Do you like me?” (Y/N) felt bad for blurting out the question. Now probably wasn’t the time and that probably wasn’t the best way to go about it, but at that moment it seemed like the most appropriate option.

Poor Harry was happy he didn’t have a mouth full or butter beer or pumpkin juice because there was no doubt that he would’ve probably spit it all over the bedding and the floor. He used to say that they were close enough that she could never surprise him, but that clearly was a lie. He often wondered if she was a Legilimen, because she seemed to have some sort of innate ability to read his mind. She also knew when he was lying to playing dumb probably wouldn’t be too much help in this situation, “Uh...yeah. Hermione says it's bloody obvious.”

(Y/N) chuckled and smiled, even though he wouldn’t be able to see it, “She says the same to me if it makes you feel any better.”

“You fancy me?” Harry always had a small suspicion, he didn’t think that Hermione would be constantly trying to get him to confess his feelings if she thought it would end badly, but still he had his doubts.

“You might be the chosen one, but you can be pretty thick sometimes…” She sighed and lifted her head from his shoulder. When he turned to see what was wrong she just planted a soft kiss on his lips. He immediately melted into it, he didn’t need to be told twice to kiss her back. He’d been thinking about doing it so long that it just seemed second nature.

Their foreheads stayed pressed together even when the urge to break away to breathe came. Her eyes were still closed, but Harry kept his open (he just needed to make sure this wasn’t a dream). “Would it be too soon to say that I’m in love with you?”

“I don’t think I’d use the word soon at all.” (Y/N) teased with a soft laugh.

Harry pulled the girl back in for another kiss, the second was even better than the first (which he hadn’t previously thought to be possible). She tasted like mint toothpaste, which probably now his favorite flavor as his tongue swept across hers. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around him, an act partially meant to pull him closer and partially meant to keep a grip on him so that when she laid down he’d come tumbling down with her.

Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud, and she found herself mildly impressed with Harry’s ability to gracefully follow her. His body resting between her legs and his hands on either side of her head. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself further into him, earning a small groan. Her lips curled into a smile against his skin, and she set herself on a mission to elicit a similar reaction, but not before whispering to him, “You have to be quiet, apparently my dad is in the other room.”

Harry rolled his eyes at her, but soon found himself forgetting what she’d said. Instead he was more focused on the feathery light kisses being trailed down from his cheek to his neck. He took a deep breath when she began to kiss his neck, her ministrations on the skin a new and very enjoyable experience. He didn’t even notice her hands sneaking under his shirt. He shivered slightly from her cold hands, but relaxed into her touch when she ran her palms across his chest and torso. “Whatever you’re doing for Quidditch is clearly working.” She hummed into his ear.

Harry chuckled and leaned up, pulling his shirt over his head and then helping her out of hers. He was kind of shocked by how not nervous he was. There was just something about her, he doubted there was anything in the world she could do to make him think less of her and he just had a hunch she felt the same (or least that’s the way she made him feel). There was little light in the bedroom, but he could still see her (barely, but he could). He hadn’t even thought about the fact they were in her pajamas and she probably wouldn’t be wearing a bra… she definitely wasn’t and he felt his voice catch in the back of his throat.

“This is the part where you tell me how good I look.” (Y/N) whispered playfully to him. She worried that perhaps she might’ve been ruining the moment with so much talking, but she also knew that Harry was aware she liked to make jokes to ease her own nerves. He was often the only one not taken aback by the sometimes poorly time sentiments.

“You’re bloody gorgeous.” His voice held no trace of jest and he didn’t even give her a chance to respond before he went back in for another kiss. The kiss was chaste, because honestly he wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. When his lips met the skin of her neck (Y/N) found herself having to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her voice down. However, whenever he dipped lower and found her chest the action was futile. A sharp gasp tore through her throat at the new sensation and when to shower her breasts in kisses she no longer found holding back a moan a possible option.

The sound was like music to Harry’s ears and he began to crave hearing more like it was a song stuck in his head. He switched between her right and left nipple, carefully trying to pay the same amount of attention to each one, and he only found himself willing to stop whenever she rolled her hips upward and brushed herself against the erection he was now painfully aware of. To be honest, he wasn’t quite sure what was exactly expected of him. He definitely wasn’t entirely stupid on the subject, he knew WHAT happened, but maybe he was skipping an important step in the foreplay that he wasn’t aware of. He didn’t have much time to think too much about it, because (Y/N) wiggled out from under him. He would’ve been worried that he’d done something wrong, but when she began to shed the rest of his clothes those thoughts abandoned his mind. Really the only thoughts left in his head was her… and how she looked. Completely bare. In front of him. Merlin, he wasn’t sure there was ever a sight more beautiful and he doubted he’d ever be able to think of anything else.

“Care to join me?” (Y/N) hoped she wasn’t being too forward. This really was probably too soon… they’d just had their first kiss not even an hour ago and now she was lying on his bed completely naked. She’d been imagining this for far more than a few hours though. It was definitely not a fleeting thought… well it wasn’t to her. She hoped Harry felt the same.

“Oh! Yeah!” It occurred to him how lame it must’ve been that he was just sitting there looking at her and he quickly shed his left over layers too. Now they were both naked, and still just staring.

“This is okay with you right?” She drew closer to him again, careful not to touch him until she was sure that he also wanted this.

“Yes.” He thought she was bloody insane to even ask him that, but he wouldn’t say that to her (at least not right then).

That was all she wanted to hear, (Y/N) kissed him again, but this time it was different. It was full of anticipation and desire and their lips just moved together instinctively, because they were both too focused on the feeling of their bodies being pressed together.

This time (Y/N) didn’t have to pull Harry on top of her, this time he carefully laid her down and hovered over her. The tip of his cock brushed against her core and he was worried that he’d lose it right then and there. She whimpered and raised her hips to meet him. Their eyes locked and there wasn’t a need for words to ask permission or any questions. They both knew this was exactly what they wanted. Harry reached between them and drug the tip of his cock across her folds, his eyes closed when he slowly began to press himself into her.

Immediate pleasure washed over Harry and to put it bluntly it was far better than any late night with his hand. (Y/N) felt it too, not quite as intensely as she was still adjusting to the foreign feeling of being so completely stretched by him. The thought alone made her shift her hips. He was trying not to give into the desire to just completely ruin her, the thought had crossed his mind more than once if he was being honest and now that he was presented with the actual opportunity he was doing his best to be a gentleman.

“Harry,” He had always enjoyed hearing her say his name, and this was no exception. It was at least 10 times better when it came out more of a moan than an actual word, “Move already.”

He grunted a bit at the order, but obliged nonetheless. He pulled out slowly and then resheathed himself in her again. Each time a little faster and every little whimper or moan that came from her lips egged him on ever more. It didn’t take long for the somewhat uncomfortable feeling to completely disappear and soon her weak noises became a little louder. Harry would’ve been happy to have her screaming his name, the noise echoing through the hallways, but she was right. Her father was in the other room, as well as other people who would not approve of their display of affection.

“We have.. To be.. Quiet… remember?” His sentence was broken up by the thrusting of his hips, unable to find enough concern to completely stop his movements. Knowing he was right (Y/N) roughly kissed him. She wasn’t entirely sure that it would keep the noises at bay, but it was the only thing that she could say would have the potential to work at the moment. She was getting close, she could feel something like a spring in her body being twisted tighter and tighter with every thrust and then POP. A wave of relief and pleasure erupted through her body and a moan that sounded more like a strangled sob was let out. As cliche as it sounded, it completely undid Harry and he held her close, his face buried into her shoulder as he found the same pleasure she did and his hips stilled.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“That was my first time.”

“Mine too.” He answered honestly.

“We’re pretty good at this.” She let out a quiet laugh as Harry pulled himself out of her and collapsed on the bed. She laid down beside him, her head resting on his chest.

“Honestly… I think we could go for a bit more practice.”

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