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whohasthecards · 1 year ago

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They didn't even notice he was gone the first four days. The first day was a Friday, everyone was everywhere, rushing to get shit done to enjoy their weekend. Next two days were the weekend and the group was scattered. Sure, a couple of them were in the Hard Deck, but it wasn't unusual for Hangman to miss out for a while. Heck, one of them could have sworn they saw Hangman leaving the bar, a lady charmed by his side. The fourth day was the same as the first, everyone was busy, the group didn't really have a reason for all of them to be together.

The fifth day had a scheduled lecture with Mav, followed by a hop.

Phoenix arrived 10 minutes before the scheduled lecture, eyes scanning the empty classroom, before her lips tugged into a smug smile. She beat Hangman and Rooster, today.

Rooster followed suite, plopping down on Phoenix's left.

Harvard and Yale came next, then Bob, Coyote, Fritz, Halo, Fanboy and Payback, Omaha.

Then Mav.

"Good morning, aviators, this is your captain speaking!" Mav said cheerily, sauntering in the room to set down his files at the desk.

Phoenix narrowed her eyes at the empty desk.

Late. The man is probably just late.

Hangman was never late. In reality, the man never let anyone hanging. Not for all the years Phoenix knew the man.

Navy's Golden Boy, Hangman, the perfect officer.

"Anyone know where Hangman is?" Mav said nodding his head at the empty desk.

The classroom was silent.

"Coyote?" Mav prompted.

"I don't know, sir, we messaged yesterday, but I haven't heard from him today," Coyote said, uneasily.

"Well," Mav said, pausing, "I guess he's late for the first time, I'll give him a pass as long as he shows up by the time for hops. But, I will put him to the same standard as all of you, so he'll just have to learn on the fly what you will be discussing here." Mav said giving a grin.

"He wouldn't want anything less, sir," Coyote said easily and Phoenix nodded at that.

The lecture continued, but all throughout, Phoenix noticed everyone (including herself) glance at the door every now and then. Mav, more often the others, given by the way he'd frown at the door, then scrunch his forehead at the clock above it. Coyote was discretely typing quickly at his phone whenever Mav turned towards the board. Rooster's moustache was twitching more than usual.

"Okay, guys, suit up, the groups are listed on the board, group A will go first, Coyote, if Hangman doesn't come you'll substitute for him in group C," Mav said, nodding at them before he left the classroom, and whipped out his phone.

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When they were going to their jets, Mav told Coyote that he was going up with both groups B & C.

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The hop ended and still no Hangman in sight.

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Dagger groupchat 80sChickFlick: Did someone get lost going to work today? PhePhe: Come on Bagman, look alive

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Jake-y Yesterday Wile. E: 'm goin to Coszco, need anything? Jake-y: Nah I'm good Jake-y: Maybe does fruit snacks... Wile. E: Got them for you Today Wile. E: Come on man where you at? Wile. E: jake jake jake Wile. E: Come on, man, just reply, please? Jacob Jake-y: me good, really, jus tire Wile. E: Give me more than that, buddy, do you need anything?

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To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Absent - Lieutenant Commander Jacob Seresin Good day Captain Mitchell, Lieutenant Commander Seresin called at 0743 hours stating that he is sick and will not be at work today and potentially tomorrow. Regards, Ensign Jameson

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Coyote and Mav both arrived in front of Hangman's apartment at the same time, they stared at each other awkwardly.

"Great, I was worried I was going to be overstepping, but with you here, I can just say I was tagging along with you," Mav said brightly as he clapped Coyote in the back.

Coyote snorted, "Sure, Mav," he said as he turned back towards the door and knocked loudly. "JAKEY, WAKEY WAKEY, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE, BUDDY!"

"Jesus, kid, didn't expect you to that set of lungs in you," Mav muttered.

They waited a few seconds, not hearing any response. Coyote knocked again before shrugging and pulling out a key and used it to open the door.

Mav didn't question it.

Pretty small apartment. Empty. Bare. Kitchen on one side, living room on the other. A small table was right beside the door, Jake's car keys, wallet, and a picture of two young midshipmen, laughing together. A door at the end of the small room, Coyote went to one of them and knocked loudly, once again.

"Jake!" Coyote shouted before twisting the door knob, letting out an exclamation of surprise when it twisted open and forward. Coyote dashed into the room, "Jake!?"

Mav immediately set down the plastic bag of food he brought in the kitchen counter before going inside the room after Coyote. He saw Coyote already sitting at the edge of a bed, fuzzing on a half-awake Hangman, burritoed up in blankets, messy hair, blinking slowly as Coyote cupped a palm on his forehead.

" 'Avy?" Hangman croaked out, voice sounding like glass.

"Good morning to you, buddy, how long have you been feeling sick?"

Hangman took a deep breath to answer, and Mav winced in sympathy noticing how the boy had a hard time breathing and was sniffling hard, as if he was congested. Very congested.

"Here, kiddo, blow your nose, first," Mav said handing Jake the box of tissues from the bedside table.

Jake slowly propped himself up on the headboard and blew, hard. But his congested sniffles still remained after a whole minute of mucus ejection.

Jake blushed as he looked at both Mav and Javy then looked down at his lap, "Sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for, except for not telling me how long you've been sick, how long has this been going on?" Javy said, collecting the used tissues and quickly disposing them.

Jake furrowed his brow, "Dunno, headache Friday, then slowly got worst, was the worst today, thought I'd be better by today, swear," Jake muttered.

"Okay, kid, where's your thermometer? Did you drink something?"

"Don't have a thermometer, drank some day cold/flu pill things, didn't know they made day and night pills," Jake said flopping back down in bed.

"Did you eat?" Javy asked.

"Don't want to, not hungry," Jake said, turning away from them in bed.

"Well you got to, buddy, I brought some soup, Ice made, it's some bone broth," Mav said laying a gentle hand on Jake's shoulder trying to coax him to turn back.

"No, tired," Jake whined.

"Jacob, come on, dude, you gotta eat," Javy said rolling his eyes.

"Javy," Mav said evenly, "Why don't you heat up the broth, I'll take care of him here in the meantime, just microwave it."

"Okay, Mav, you deal with grumpy over here," Javy said patting Jake's head before leaving, easily dodging a clumsy swat that headed his way.

Mav chuckled at his boys before moving closer to Jake, "Okay, Jake, you have to sit up, don't know how you can breathe, lying straight down."

"It's not comfy sitting up," Jake muttered.

"You'll be able to breathe, and I'll make it comfy, buddy, just wait a bit." Mav said dashing to the living room to grab some couch cushions. "Okay, buddy, help me out here, just get up for a bit."

Jake grumbled, but complied, slowly sitting up, and Mav immediately placed the cushion behind the boy, helping him settle in and tucking the blanket back up high on his shoulders. Mav placed the back of his hand on the boy's cheek, frowning at the heat emanating from it.

"Where's your bathroom, buddy?" Mav asked and Jake pointed at the door across the bed.

Mav quickly went inside, and found a small, clean, towel which he immediately drenched with cool water, and wringed it out. He sat back down on the edge of the bed, where Jake was staring back at him, eyes half-closed.

"Just need to cool you off a bit, okay?" Mav smiled gently running a hand through Jake's hair and Jake nodded a bit.

Mav started gently wiping Jake's face with the damp towel, continuing down to his neck, leaving the towel to rest there. Mav ran a hand through Jake's hair and kept at it before Javy came in 5 seconds later with the soup.

"Food's here, buddy," Mav said, scooting beside Jake, to help prop him up more, with an arm behind the boy's shoulders.

Javy went to Jake's other side and held up a spoonful of soup to Jake's lips, quieting Jake's potential protests with a raised brow. Jake grumbled as he sipped the broth, resting his head on Mav's shoulder every now and then. Javy feeding Jake a spoonful of broth at a time until the bowl was empty.

"Want some more, buddy?" Javy asked, and Jake shook his head no, hiding his face in Mav's shoulder, making Mav chuckle and run a hand through the back of the boy's hair.

"How about a water to wash it all down, then, son?" Mav asked as Javy handed him a water bottle, already cracked open for his brother.

Jake looked up, as Mav brought the bottle up to his lips, making sure that Jake won't choke as he drank his fill, before turning his head away indicating that he was done. Resting his head back on Mav's shoulder, eyes closed.

Mav looked up to see Javy frowning in concern, his forehead scrunched up in worry.

"He'll be okay, Javy," Mav said evenly.

"He didn't tell me," Javy muttered.

"Stubborn." Mav said beckoning Javy to come closer. "But he was able to let his walls down because of you."

Javy walked over to Mav's other side, where Mav immediately tugged Javy down, making Javy yelp as he bent over as Mav hooked his other arm around Javy's shoulders to bring the boy down to kiss him in the temple. Letting him go to stand up straight, but not letting go of his hand.

Mav smiled up at the boy's shocked expression, "You're a good big brother, son." Enjoying as Javy's faced flushed.

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Mav bundles both of them back to his and Iceman's house for some (a lot of) TLC.

Phoenix visits Hangman's apartment after they left, calling Javy in worry as Hangman isn't answering the door. Driving quickly to Mav's house once she found out where they were.

Most of the Dagger Squad visits.

Jake is back in the air in a few days.

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usafphantom2 · 1 month ago

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29 September 1946. First flight of the Vought F7U Cutlass (XF 7U-1). American carrier-based jet fighter and fighter-bomber. A semi-tailless design, likely based on aerodynamic data and plans captured from the German Arado company at the end of WWII. It was known by pilots as the Ensign Eliminator because it was difficult to fly.

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thedroneranger · 2 years ago

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Vibe Check

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Précis: Bob walks in on you in a compromising position, and things take a turn...

Note: Naturally, my first foray with Bob furthers the Bob Fucks agenda. I will not be taking questions. The man fucks. periodt. 😘 🖤

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit.

Word count: 2.3k

Carrier life was boring, and the entertainment came bootleg. Most nights, you and your fellow aviators took it upon yourselves to overshare personal information to pass the time.

But some nights you made sure your bunkmate wasn't returning any time soon, you tucked yourself into your bed, pulled out the vibrator you managed to sneak into your belongings and pleasured yourself.

Thankfully, your roommate Natasha tended to spend her evenings attached at the hip to her best friend, Bradley Bradshaw, who was also on this deployment. You’d catch Nat coming into your quarters in the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes you weren’t sure if she’d been sharing a flask with Bradley or getting busy with some ensign she had set her sights on. Either way, you had plenty of time to thumb through your favorite porn site, pick something that piqued your interest and rub one out.

However, tonight was different.

The cabin was extra warm. Warm enough, you ditched your blankets at the foot of your bed and only wore your two-sizes-too-big Academy t-shirt. Eyes shut, caught up in the sloppy licking and high-pitched moans seeping into your earbuds, rolling your hips into your suction vibrator as it easily slid along the length of your throbbing clit thanks to your arousal, you never heard your cabin door creak open. You never heard Bob Floyd’s calls for Natasha.

Bob never expected to enter your cabin, calling for his pilot, to find you on your bunk, legs butterflied with your hand pressing a suction vibrator over your clit, moving with the same precision you used to fly your jet. He never fathomed how turned on he would be seeing you masturbate.

Stunned, mouth agape, he continued to watch. Momentarily gaining some wit, Bob stepped fully into the cabin and pulled the door shut. He couldn’t let anyone else see you like this. He didn’t want anyone else to see you like this—just him.

Blissfully unaware, your hips rolled quicker and your breath hitched sooner as you crept closer to climax.

Bob’s eyes grew wider and his pants grew tighter.

Your back arched and your eyes popped open as you peaked. You looked directly into Bob’s blown pupils. Your mouth dropped open more in pleasure than surprise, but your movements never ceased. Bob never looked away. The smallest noise escaped your lips when you felt yourself clenching around nothing, your toes curling.

“Oh, my…” Bob said only to himself since you were wearing earbuds with lewd noises still filling your canals.

Coming down and taking a deep breath, you closed your legs, zipping them together and sliding them so they were flat against the mattress. As you composed yourself, reality set in. You pushed yourself into a sitting position and removed your earbuds.

“Floyd, what are you doing?” Your voice was soft, still high on oxytocin.

Bob was dumbfounded. Too flustered to answer. His mouth was still open, his cheeks flushed and he shifted his weight from one foot to another, hoping his semi wasn’t overly noticeable.

“I-I-I’m looking for Natasha.” He stood as tall as he could, adjusted his glasses and swallowed hard.

Now sitting with your knees pulled to your chest, arms looped over your shins, you stared at him innocently. “She’s with Bradshaw or chasing down some poor ensign.” You rested your chin on your knees as you looked at Bob through your eyelashes.

He gulped again. You were in a playful mood. Your bottom lip rolled between your teeth before you spoke. “What’s got you so flustered, Bobby?” Bob’s mouth fell into a shocked O as his eyes grew bigger, which didn’t seem possible. Hiding your mouth behind your arms, you stifled a laugh.

“Do you want to try it?” Your fingers flitted over your bedding until you found your abandoned vibrator. Innocently, you held it in Bob’s direction. “I’d be happy to assist.”

What you were offering wasn’t shocking. Over the years, you and Bob had this unspoken push-pull. Every time you pushed the boundaries with an innuendo or suggestive comment, Bob would pull back, feigning embarrassment. To anyone else, it was innocent. No one expected Bob to retort in a flirty cat-and-mouse game.

But you knew.

And you wanted Bob so fucking bad.

And now, standing before you, wide-eyed, having just watched you masturbate to completion, Bob confirmed he wanted you too.

Silently, he floated over to the bed. You laid back, supporting yourself on your elbows and keeping your legs pressed together, watching Bob over top your knees.

He sank down in front of you, grazing his fingers from your kneecaps to your ankles. Your breath hitched as he looked at you through his thick lenses. “Can I kiss you?” he asked.

Awestruck, you nodded your permission. His soft lips ghosted your kneecap before firmly planting against the top of your shin. He peppered your legs with kisses and encouraged you to open them.

As your legs fell wide, Bob’s mouth trailed up one of your thighs, leaving wet kisses. The closer to your heat Bob came, the further back you laid. Your eyes remained on him the entire time.

Bob had a forearm across your abdomen, pressing you to the bed, and his smooth cheek laid against the soft inside of your thigh. He was looking at you, his warm breath splashing across where you wanted him most. “Can I kiss you?” he asked again.

A smile graced your features, as you threw your head back. “Fuck, Bobby! You can do whatever you want as long as you put your mouth on me!” you cried, bringing your head forward to look at him.

“As you wish, darlin’.” Bob turned his head and nipped the pristine skin of your thigh. You yelped as he then laved over it with his tongue. The tip of his tongue grazed the nearest lip and a shiver shot through you.

Gently, he sucked it between his lips, gently squeezing and running his tongue along it. He repeated the same motions on the other one. You tossed your head back as his broad tongue wiped across both lips and your swollen clit. Bob rotated, sucking on each. Entranced by his rhythm, your head fell further back.

While you weren’t looking, Bob snagged your vibrator and gently placed it against your pubic mound. Immediately, your head snapped in his direction. Before you could say anything, he slipped the sucker over the head of your clit and shoved two fingers into you. Thank goodness your breath hitched, otherwise the entire carrier would’ve heard you.

You also wanted to immediately close your legs, but Bob’s entire frame was between them. “It’s ok, darlin’, I enjoy hugs.” The smirk on his face and the pulse of the toy had you clenching around his fingers. A breathy sound fell from your lips, and Bob’s fingers continued to languidly curl against that spot that made you see stars.

“That’s it, darlin’.” Bob worshiped your thighs as he continued to work you with his fingers and your vibrator. Your breath shortened, your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut as the band in your belly snapped. A warm relief washed over your entire body—muscles untensing, your lungs deflating.

Bob removed the vibrator, but stayed between your legs, slowly pumping his digits. As you came down, Bob slipped his fingers out and sprinkled kisses around your thighs and abdomen.

While he explored your curves, you brought his hand to your mouth, pushing his fingers past your lips. Swirling your tongue around each digit, you relished the taste of yourself. An unsolicited moan escaped you as you sucked on his fingers. “Darlin’, I can think of somewhere else you could put those skills to use.” Bob used his tongue to tease your cleft.

“C’mere.” You tucked two fingers in the front of Bob’s khaki service button-up and pulled him toward you until your lips met. As Bob’s body covered yours, you slid your fingers down the front of his shirt, forcing the buttons from their holes. His khaki shirt hung open as he pressed his hard-on against your naked core. You pulled his t-shirt from his waistband, and then made quick work of his belt and pants.

It wasn’t long until Bob’s pants were pushed just below his ass as he pumped into you. “Bobby,” you sighed as your hand gingerly rested on his neck. You wanted so badly to run your hand through his hair, but you wanted him to be able to leave the room with his reputation intact.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spied your vibrator. A smile graced your features as you reached for it. Bob was too focused on his own pleasure to notice. Dual-ended, you clicked on the wand end.

As not to startle him, you first feathered it along his exposed abdominals. He shuttered but never faltered as he continued to snap his hips. Bob kept eye contact as you teased parts of him closer and closer to his cock. Finally, you reached the base of his length, and then continued onto his balls.

Almost instantly, he groaned, his hips stuttered and you knew he was going to come. “Stand up,” you told him, using a hand to nudge him back. He obeyed, keeping his gaze on you as you moved to your knees on the edge of bed.

Using his hand, he pumped himself as you switched positions. Ready for him to cum in your mouth, you took over and massaged him until your name slipped from his lips. You looked up at him through your lashes, as your plush lips surrounded his pink tip.

A soft “fuck” left his mouth as he tensed and his tip convulsed, spilling his seed into your mouth. You took it all, swirling the saltiness around before you opened to show him. Then you swallowed and opened your mouth again, sticking out your tongue.

“That was hot.” Bob dropped to his knees so you were more eye level. You pressed your lips to his, and he allowed your tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself. He hummed as his hand wrapped around the back of your neck so you couldn’t get away.

“Bobby,” you sighed as you parted. “I can’t believe that didn't happen sooner.”

His smirk returned. “Timing is everything, darlin’.” You smiled at each other, and you gave him another peck on the lips. He peeked down at his watch. “Speaking of, I should get out of here before Natasha makes an appearance.”

Leaning back on the bed, you spread your legs before him. Bob stared directly at your still glistening lower lips. He pressed a final kiss between your legs before he stood to his full height. Not expecting that, you giggled. “A good night kiss for a pretty pussy.”

Your mouth was agape hearing him say pussy—you wanted to hear it again.

Quickly, he pulled his pants back up and tucked in his shirt. Bob cursed under his breath as he buttoned his shirt. You cocked your head waiting for him to explain. “I’m missing a button.”

You smiled and stood to help him. In a matter of minutes you had taken the lowest button, which would be tucked in his pants, and stitched it in place of the missing one. Standing in front of him, you smoothed his shirt and straightened his collar. “No one will ever know,” you confirmed.

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Thank you.” You really wanted to tackled him into your bed and fuck him again, but you kept yourself in check.

“Anything for you, Bobby.” Your response was calculated and he knew it. Just as he was considering pushing you onto the bed for another round, the door flung open.

Natasha’s expression changed to surprise. “Bob!” She tossed her hands up and slipped into the room. Clearly, Nat was riding a great buzz. “What’re you doing here?” Curiosity came into her tone.

Bob’s signature crooked smile appeared. “I was looking for you to help with a button, but instead I stumbled upon your roommate. She saved the day.”

“Ahh, yes!” Natasha walked toward her bunk. “We would’ve enlisted her help anyway. She sews all my buttons and tears.”

“Good to know.” Bob eyed you as he spoke. “See you both in the mess hall for breakfast?” He walked toward the door.

“Yes! Good night, Bob!” Natasha gleefully said.

“Good night.” Your voice had a sing-song quality to it. Bob winked so only you could see.

“G’night!” He pulled the door shut behind him.

Nat barely managed to change before falling into bed. You slipped under your blankets. The next morning, you were up well before Nat to shower and take care of the remnants of last night’s deeds.

By the time she woke, your bed was made and you were in the mess hall with Bob sipping coffee. As she got ready, she noticed something on the floor—a button. Nat picked it up and realized it was from a uniform. Then it dawned on her.

A smirk carved her lips as she finished getting ready. It stayed as she walked down the hall and entered the mess. You saw her and waved to signal where you and Bob sat.

She barely acknowledged you as she strode over. Her gaze was locked on Bob as she said his name. Her voice was curt but bore no malice. They exchanged looks. Then, Natasha put two fingers on the table and slid something in front of Bob.

You both waited to see whatever tiny object was under her fingertips. Her hand pulled back and there lay Bob’s shirt button. Both you and Bob did your best to remain stoic.

“Figured this might be yours.” She paused, eyes boring into Bob’s. “Curious, that it’s in our room…” Natasha trailed off as she turned to head toward the food line.

Just the two of you, you and Bob exchanged looks. Putting your coffee cup to your lips, you shrugged as you sipped. “At least she passed the vibe check.” Bob chuckled and sipped his coffee.

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acorn-field · 2 years ago

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Rooster's File (Eng ver.)

General Data

Name : Bradshaw Bradley

YG (Year Group) : 09

Date (this file was) Processed : 200415

SSN (Social Security Number) : ****

Designator : 1310 (Naval aviator)

Date of Birth : 840627

Age : 35

Prof. Serv. Date:

Promotional History

Current Flag :

CAPT (Captain, O6):

CDR (Commander, O5):

LCDR (Lieutenant Commander, O4):

LT (Lieutenant, O3): 150522

LTJG (Lieutenant junior grade, O2) : 130522

ENS (Ensign, O1) : 110522

Current WRNT :

Current Duty

Present Duty Station Title : STRKFIGHTON EIGHT SEVEN (Strike Fighter Squadron 87 / VFA-87)

Present Billet Title : AVTR (Aviator)

Education - Formal (College)

College : UVA (University of Virginia)

Year : 09

Level : BACH/1 PR (Bachelor's+ 1 In-Progress?/ 1 Primary??)

Major : POLY SCI (Political Science)

Language : SPA (Spanish)

Proficiency : 1010 (Basic)

Sub Specialty : ED2 (TRV LSO CVN / Training Landing Signal Officer (LSO) for Aircraft Carriers (CVN) - completed the necessary training and is qualified to serve as an LSO on nuclear-powered aircraft carriers (CVN))

Education - Service Schools

(Navy-sponsored graduate courses, administered by the Superintendent of the Naval Postgraduate School)

Course Name : (none)

Completed : (none)

Duration : (none)

Previous Service

Active Duty Base Date | Previous Military Service | Year | Months | Highest Rate-Grade

060413 | ACTIVE | 4 | 01 | HT2 (Hull Maintenance Technician)

090522 | ACTIVE | 11 | 02 | LT/O3 (Lieutenant, O3)

Personal Decorations/Award

AIR MDL S/F (Air Medal S/F) : 02 ("Strike/Flight" for participation in sustained aerial flight operations)

NAV COM (Navy Commendation Medal) : 02

NAV ACHV (Navy & Marine Corps Achievement Medal) : 03

NATL DEF (National Defense Service Medal) : 01

Special Qualifications

AVIATOR

SFTI (Strike Fighter Tactics Instructor. TOP GUN Graduate)

LT ATK FA1801 (Light Attack FA-18 : Successfully completed an ACTC curriculum Level II)

PLTTRA JET 01 (Pilot Training Jet : Successfully completed CNATRA Training Wing I or Training Wing 2 Jet syllabus)

Remark

Pay Status - D82

Total Years Federal Service - 15.03

Address: VA BEACH VA (Virginia Beach, Virginia)

Sources:

- ED2/TRV LSO CVN (Thanks to @moon8622) / LSO NATOPS: https://info.publicintelligence.net/LSO-NATOPS-MAY09.pdf

- Service Schools: https://mccareer.files.wordpress.com/2015/06/service-schools-complete-list1.pdf

- AQD codes : https://www.mynavyhr.navy.mil/Portals/55/Reference/NOOCS/Vol1/Manual_I_78_PTD_AQD_Jan22.pdf?ver=7s9cc609qUjGPP9xD8cFEg%3D%3D

- AIR MDL S/F : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air_Medal

- NAV COM : http://www.navywriter.com/navy-commendation-medal.htm

- NAV ACHV : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Achievement_Medal

- NATL DEF : https://www.medalsofamerica.com/blog/national-defense-service-medal-blog-post/#:~:text=The%20National%20Defense%20Service%20medal%20is%20awarded%20to%20those%20who,Reserve%20during%20the%20Gulf%20War.

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ladywaffles · 10 months ago

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humpback whales

mavdad + whales: a discord prompt written for @nicejobkid

So here’s the thing.

Bradley Bradshaw was all of eighteen years old with a head full of exactly jackshit nothing when he left Maverick and Iceman’s house on the end of the street. He didn’t know a goddamn thing about being an adult, even if he claimed otherwise. He left behind an entire life: baby pictures and journals and reels of home videos.

He really did think leaving was the only choice he had. In hindsight, it’s the dumbest thing he’s ever done.

On the one hand, he knew it would be fine. The Navy always provides. He got three square meals a day at Basic and an annual physical that he always aced, thanks to a lifetime of playing baseball and racing Maverick around the diamond. His old man had no right sprinting that fast.

But then there’s the other hand: the calendar of shots and immunizations a teenage boy going off to college required, the yearly appointments with an optometrist, a dermatologist, and most crucially of all, a dentist.

Bradley, Iceman always said, was blessed in that he didn’t take after either Goose or Maverick, both of whom had terrible teeth. Their x-rays were surely some kind of dental case study in a textbook somewhere. But Bradley had taken after his mother and Iceman, in this regard: his teeth all came in like ducks in a row, pearly white like ivory piano keys.

Maybe it was just bad timing, maybe it was because his teeth were just that good, but when he enlisted, no one bothered to ask Ensign Bradshaw if he’d ever had his wisdom teeth out.

So fifteen years later, with a toothache so bad it’s finally driven him to the clinic—and isn’t that embarrassing, to survive Maverick Mitchell’s particular brand of insanity, an ejection out of an F-18, a dogfight in a jet that had no business being in the air, and a (controlled!) crash landing, only to be done in by a goddamn toothache—Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, aged thirty-four, with his newly re-acquired father in tow, has his wisdom teeth removed.

They don’t hook him up with an IV, thank goodness. Instead, they give Maverick a packet of pills to make Bradley take an hour before surgery that will supposedly knock him out for the duration.

As a member of the F-18 Ejection Club, Bradley’s been on the good shit for the past few months. He has sincere doubts about these pills.

“Bottoms up, kiddo,” Maverick tells him, pushing the pills towards him with a cup of coffee. It’s the same mug he gave Maverick for Father’s Day when he was ten years old.

“You’re the worst,” Bradley says, swallowing the pills in one go with a scalding hot gulp.

Later, Maverick will laugh at him over the dinner table as he recounts to Ice what exactly happened when Bradley had his wisdom teeth out. (He really shouldn’t have doubted those pills.)

The meds hit about fifteen minutes after he takes them. It falls to Maverick, all five-foot-and-change of him, to wrangle six-foot-oh of Bradley into the Bronco, strap him in, and haul him back out into the dentist’s office. He vaguely remembers being wheeled into one of the surgery rooms and led to sit on the chair, falling asleep, and then waking up to the dentist telling him they’d finished taking his teeth and they just needed to stitch him up.

He immediately bursts into tears—he hates stitches more than anything—and then conks straight out again.

He doesn’t really remember getting home, only that the next time he wakes up, he’s back in Maverick and Ice’s house, laid out on the couch. Maverick is whistling in the kitchen. He’d covered Bradley with an old blanket. A smart move on his part; Bradley drooled on it in his sleep.

Maverick comes back into the room with two bowls of very boring chicken broth.

“Good morning!” he teases. “I didn’t know you were such a lightweight, ducky!”

“Yuh’re de wurst,” Bradley gums through the cotton gauze in his mouth.

Mav hands him a bowl and a spoon. The broth is barely hot. Gross. He looks up at Maverick with the same baleful expression he used to get dessert before dinner as a kid, but Maverick just laughs at him.

“No dice here, Brads. You’re not getting anything hotter, unless you wanna get your stitches replaced.”

Bradley rolls his eyes and slurps his lukewarm soup.

Maverick flips on the TV. He turns on a nature documentary on humpback whales, then kicks his feet up onto the coffee table, the exact way that Bradley knows Ice doesn’t let him.

He can see straight through Maverick. It’s the same routine he used to do when Bradley would stay home from school sick. Animal Planet never failed to knock him out. It was more effective than anything else at getting him to sleep.

But this time, Bradley finds himself staying awake as he watches this otherwise ordinary whale documentary with Maverick sitting next to him on the couch. He’s an adult now, but Maverick is treating him as if no time has passed. There’s no resentment, no blame, for all the pain he’d caused his father.

He missed moments like this, in the years they spent apart. He’d almost forgotten how nice it was to have someone to care for you.

In the end, Bradley stays awake for the whole movie. It’s Maverick who falls asleep, his head lolling to the side to rest on Bradley’s shoulder. It’s not such a bad place to be, Bradley thinks to himself, trapped on a cozy couch with his dad.

He hits play on the documentary again and settles in closer to Maverick. The whales are pretty cool, after all.

#top gun #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #lamby.prompt

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Top Gun Rocktober

Here it is @roosterforme. Entry one of two for your Top Gun Roctober event! Hangman did Phoenix dirty. Now it's her turn to pay him back!

Song: I Hate Myself For Lovin You by Joan Jett Characters: Hangman x Phoenix, Hangman x OC (female pilot) Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI. Smut. Cussing. Cheating.

Word Count: 4285

Story and Graphic by Me :)

Deep down she knew he would be there. If there was some sort of secret mission and she was called for it, then surely, he would as well. It only made sense considering his prolific career up to that point. Smug son-of-a-bitch.

So, when Phoenix heard that arrogant southern drawl ask, “What do we have here?” over the hubbub of the bar, she wasn’t surprised even though chills ran down her spine. Jake “Hangman” Serasin had been her first, last, and only mistake in her Naval career. Her very first day of flight school a gorgeous blonde with a smile to die for sauntered up to her and she was putty. Phoenix swore to herself when she arrived at the Naval Academy things would be all business, all the time. If she was going to be a fighter pilot and maybe someday an admiral in the US NAVY, she didn’t have time to screw around. That was before Jake came crashing into her life, guns blazing.

If she had known he was going to be the very definition of a playboy, she would never have gotten involved. In fact, if she had known exactly how bad things would become, she would have run him over on the tarmac with a plane and lived happily in the brig forever.

Contrary to popular belief, Phoenix was a girly girl. She grew up studying ballet, was prom queen, and loved shopping. She wasn’t an airhead by any stretch, she graduated as valedictorian after all, but still lived up to the stereotypical female persona, especially in high school. So, when she chose to go the military route, everyone she knew was stunned. A chance meeting with a NAVY pilot on career day got her attention her sophomore year and she began to research more about the branch and being a fighter pilot. She had always been a risk taker. Cliff diving at the lake with her friends, bungee jumping with her older brother for her 16th birthday, and racing dirt bikes were just some of her more notable near-death experiences before the age of 18. Flying jets for the military just seemed like another notch on her death-defying antics belt.

Her parents weren’t amused, but they got over it when she was accepted to the United States Naval Academy. She traded in her pretty dresses and dance costumes for a uniform and never looked back. She worked harder than ever at school but even then, her weekends were usually spent with other female midshipmen getting studying over pedicures, coffee, or while watching the latest chick flick. Uniform or not, she was still the same old girly Natasha.

Jake Serasin would break her of her frivolous ways and harden her forever.

She would never forget that very first conversation…

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. And you are?”

She saw him and her inside turned instantly to jelly. This wasn’t happening. Was anyone else warm or just her? This was silly but her body was betraying her, clammy palms and sweat pearling on her forehead.

He held his large hand out to her, and she took it, praying this God of a man with his piercing green eyes and chiseled jaw couldn’t feel how sweaty her palm was. Then he stood there holding her hand and staring at her with an expectant smile. It took a moment for her brain fog to clear and realize he was waiting for an answer.

“Uhh, oh, um sorry. I’m Ensign Trace. Natasha Trace. Most call me Nat.”

“Well Ensign Trace Natasha Nat. I’m Jake Serasin and it is an absolute pleasure to meet such a beautiful creature amongst all the testosterone wanderin’ around here.”

Nat was mortified as she felt the heat of a blush creep up her neck from under her flight suit. Seriously Trace? Get it together. She removed her hand and gave him a small smile.

“Bet that lines worked before?”

Jake feigned hurt. “You wound me.”

Nat crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow. “I doubt that.” And Jake went back to grinning from ear to ear.

“So where did you go to school Trace?”

“Annapolis.”

He let out a low whistle. “Damn sweetheart, that’s impressive.”

“Thanks. It was fun. What about you?”

“Longhorn’s baby. University of Texas.” He threw up his hand in the hook ‘em horns gesture with a cringe face and Natasha couldn’t help but giggle.

“I take it you’re from Texas then?”

“Absolutely. Born and raised and damn proud of it.”

“I can tell.” He wiggled his eyebrows and Nat blushed more. As strong as she was, Jake Serasin was internally making a mess of her. And what was worse is she knew he knew.

“So, how about dinner this weekend? We can chat first week and go from there?”

Holy cow, that was forward. All sorts of warning bells were going off in her head, but she did what she typically did when something dangerous presented itself to her, she ignored the bells and jumped in headfirst.

“Sure, why not?”

That’s how it all started. Their days were spent in training, their nights together studying, both their books and each other. He did things to her that she never knew were possible. It was scorching and she missed it more than she cared to admit. He took incredible care of her in the bedroom and their intense relationship carried over into the air. Engines revved, and not just the planes, after burners full throttle as soon as they got through the door after a day of flying. But that was before he took her for a ride she hadn’t asked for.

Crossing the bar, she steeled herself, not willing to give away anything to the asshole.

“…fellas, this is Bagman.”

Her mind was racing ninety to nothing. Natasha kept repeating “don’t give him anything” over and over as a mantra during that first interaction. No matter how good he made her feel physically, he had drug her through hell and she had to stay strong. Resist and evade at all costs.

She had never been so happy to see Rooster in her whole life. If there was anyone Hangman loved to screw with more than her, it was Bradley. Rooster and Hangman’s relationship became almost volatile when all the issues between Natasha and Jake came to a head after they were all sent to Top Gun together. Serasin had betrayed Phoenix and Bradley wanted to kill the bastard for it. Nat attempted to communicate with her eyes for Rooster to play it cool. Whatever they were here for was important and killing Jake wasn’t a good idea.

Once Rooster moved to the piano Natasha did her best to avoid the handsome blonde, which was easier said than done when her body continued to betray her. All she wanted to do was slip into his embrace again and she was angry at herself for even thinking it. “He treated you like crap Trace, knock it off” she thought to herself.

Once the group of aviators had their fill of drinks, songs, and games, they paid their tabs and began to meander outside to their vehicles. As Natasha walked along with her new WSO Bob, their light conversation was interrupted by a stout arm wrapping around her shoulders. She stopped dead in her tracks, watching Bobs eyes grow wide behind his spectacles.

Phoenix groaned as she stopped, but she didn’t fight the arm around her shoulders. She missed that feeling, her petite body wrapped in his warmth. Focus Trace.

With as much disdain as she could muster, she let out a lazy “What do you want Bagman?”

“Aw don’t be like that Phoenix. Can’t a pilot miss his favorite wingwoman? Show a little enthusiasm for her return?”

Yes. Yes, he can. Ugh she shouldn’t even think that, but he smelled so good, sandalwood and sunscreen, and her mind began to wander. Thinking of his big hands travelling over her body, heat beginning to rise under the collar of her khaki shirt.

“If you don’t take your hands off of me right this second, I’ll show you what real enthusiasm looks like.” She shot back in a sweet sing-song voice.

For just a moment hurt flashed in the emerald orbs staring at her, his grin faltering some. Before he could say anything though, Rooster marched up from out of nowhere with steam rolling from his ears. Natasha needed to end this and pronto before a parking lot brawl erupted.

She slid out of his embrace, taking a step towards Bob and put her hand on Bradley’s heaving chest just as he came to a stop toe to toe with Hangman.

“Let it go Rooster, he’s not worth it.” She spat. There it was again, that faint look of hurt in the faltering green eyes.

A few seconds of tense silence passed as the two men stared each other down, then Rooster took a step back.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.” He said as he turned on his heel. She gave a nervous look to Bob then nodded her head encouraging him to follow Rooster. Once both men turned their backs, she began to follow, wagering a hesitant look over her shoulder after a few steps. All she saw was a pretty green eye give her a wink.

****

The first day of this mission was brutal. Phoenix hurt all over. Right down to her eyelashes. Maverick and kicked their asses and even Jake had shut up. Some.

Phoenix hustled through the locker room and out of the hangar as fast as she could once they were dismissed, hoping like hell to avoid Hangman. He literally hung her out to dry, per usual, in the air and she was so angry she could spit nails. He always did this to her. Butter her up just to use her like a door mat. She let it happen over and over again and she was embarrassed that she fell for it again right off the bat today. Especially with her new back seater in tow. As quiet as he is though, he fired back at Bagman, and she appreciated that he was a quick learner.

Luck wasn’t on her side though right now. Jake was waiting outside the front door of the hangar as she attempted her quick getaway.

“Hey firebird, sorry for today. Guess I just couldn’t wait to do my thang with that prick Maverick. Forgot to include you in the fun. Can you forgive me?” He was following her down the sidewalk as she rolled her eyes and tried to press on to her car. His face looked like a sad puppy. A sad puppy who wasn’t sorry at all.

He followed her all the way across the lot and down three rows before she tossed her bag on the trunk of her car and whipped around to face him. The asshole was wearing a smug smile. He knew he was under her skin and that it bothered her.

Focus Trace, put him in his place and leave it alone.

“So, how’s Emma these days?”

Jake looked as though he took a shot directly to the chest. His charming persona faltered, and she smirked with pride.

“Out of the Navy, married with a kid. Uh, yeah.” He hesitated, obviously searching for his words. “That’s it, long gone.” he said sheepishly.

With all the sass she could muster she replied “Aww that’s too bad.”

Phoenix picked up her bag and got in her car, driving away, and leaving Hangman in her dust.

Once Natasha reached her barracks apartment, she rushed in, afraid that Jake might have followed her. She slammed the door shut, locking it with fervor before the tears started to flow.

How could she let that asshole get to her after what he did. He barely seemed remorseful and yet she missed him deeply. She HATED herself for loving him. Her body slid down the door and she sobbed into her hands, mentally beating herself up. The late nights waiting for him. His excuses. He had to work late, or a buddy needed help. His touches becoming fewer and far between. Less responses to her calls and emails while she was out to sea. Then it happened. She couldn’t forget the events of that day if she tried…

She had only been home from deployment a week. Jake had only visited her twice, rocking her world but continuing to make excuses for his absence. She was tired of waking up alone in the mornings, wondering if it was something she had done to push him away. Nat decided to surprise him at his apartment in Lemoore one afternoon in the hopes of fixing whatever was wrong. She remembered it vividly. After work she ran home to shower and put on some beautiful lingerie under a tight dress. Dousing herself in the fancy perfume he always said drove him crazy, she gave herself an approving look before dashing out the door. She stopped to pick up his favorite beer and some chocolate covered strawberries, hoping to entice him to talk.

Jake gave her a key to his place months before her deployment, so she decided to let herself in when she saw his truck in the parking lot. Maybe she would catch him in the shower and be able to extra surprise him. In her excitement she didn’t notice the little red car sitting next to his truck.

The key turned and she let herself in, going to the kitchen of his spacious apartment, placing the beer and strawberries in the fridge when she heard it. A very loud moan. The moan of a woman being pleasured. At first, she thought maybe it was coming from the apartment next door. Then it happened again even louder. Her body froze, hands clutching the kitchen counter. Her ears coming in to focus, the sounds of a bed thudding against a wall and loud cries from a woman echoed into the kitchen from the direction of Jakes bedroom. Chills crawled up Natashas spine as everything became crystal clear to her. The lack of communication, his late nights away. She was so stupid. Then she heard the most hurtful words she’d ever heard in her life.

“Jake, yes! Oh, right there! Baby, baby, tell me I’m the one. Tell me I’m the best!”

“Oh yeah, the best darlin. No one’s pussy feels like yours.”

“Not even that bitch, Trace?”

“Uggghhh not even her. She’s nothing baby. You’re the best. Ride me, gimme those perfect tits.”

Tears began to swell as her face flushed boiling hot. Nat turned on her heel and walked silently to the room, the door cracked enough that she could see a thin blonde with absolutely perfect tits bouncing up and down on Hangman. She watched in horror before bursting through the door, scaring the shit out of the bimbo, and causing Jake to almost toss the woman to the floor as he stood up in shock, fully naked, fully erect, and obviously shocked.

“How could you!” Natasha shouted, spit seething from her mouth as she shoved at Jakes’ arm while he bounced up and down on one leg trying to put his underwear on.

He let out a nervous chuckle. “Natasha, baby. I thought you had a late flight. This means nothing. It was a one-time thing. I’m sorry! Don’t be mad.” He stood up in front of her, a smirk on his face. “You know, you could come join us!”

She saw red. The ho on the other side of the bed stood stark naked, a bemused look on her face.

“Jakey baby, she probably couldn’t keep up.”

At the sound of the voice Nat’s blood went ice cold. She knew that voice. Up to this point she hadn’t paid any mind to the faceless bag of breasts. Her eyes slowly turned to lock eyes with the chick and Nat let loose a low snarl. Emma Farmer. Lieutenant Emma Farmer. Callsign Blondie. He was fucking a WSO from another squad. The little shit had humped everyone who flew in a plane and then some.

“You BITCH!” Natasha spat as she made to run across the room. A strong arm shot out, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her out of the room as the harlot stood with her hands on her hips, laughing. “You snooze you lose Phoenix.” The other aviator hissed with a smirk. “He needs a real woman.”

Natasha raged as Jake pulled her from the room. He told her maybe she should go. That SHE should go. She was floored. He asked for his key back and walked her to the door. Phoenix was a sobbing mess, asking why, but he wouldn’t answer her. Just said it wasn’t working for him and he would see her at work. That simple. Two years of what she thought was the start of forever, tossed aside from some tacky twat with tits.

The moment she walked out of his place her heart hardened; a piece of it broken forever. She was so angry at him and angry at herself because all she wanted to do was run back to him. Rooster spent weeks comforting her while threatening to kill Hangman in some very creative ways. It wasn’t long after that Rooster and Hangman were both sent to other Naval Air Stations, leaving her alone to deal with her conflicting feelings. Until she walked into the Hard Deck the night before she hadn’t seen either of them in a couple of years. Now she was sitting on the floor crying and she was so mad at herself for it.

Nat wiped her face, setting her jaw. Two could play this game. She wasn’t the silly little girl he left behind. She was smart, calculating, and tougher than ever before. Instead of going down that road again she decided to do what any shrewd woman would do: get even.

She picked up her phone and found his name in her contacts list. The phone rang twice before that suave voice answered.

“Change your mind?”

“Mhmm. Half an hour?”

“Come on over, you know where to find me.” Then the line clicked dead, and a wicked grin crossed her face. Tonight, the bastard was going to get what he deserved once and for all.

*****

Half an hour later Phoenix had showered, threw on the same little black dress from that fateful night, dabbed some of the expensive perfume behind her ears and set off.

One knock and Jake opened the door, his arm coming to rest on the top of the door frame, posing in front of her in nothing but a pair of very loose sweatpants. He grinned his famous Cheshire cat grin at her and whistled.

“Wow.” Was all he said, his eyes drinking her in from top to bottom. She played coy, ducking her head in a flirtatious manner as she passed him. No sooner was the door closed that he was on her. His huge arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to his chest. His warm lips connected to the skin at the base of her neck and she moaned. Involuntarily. Focus woman, you’re on a very important mission. She wiggled into him and his hands began to roam up and down her body. Her dress had very thin straps and it took him no time to slide them down her arms along with the top of the dress, revealing her breasts. His hands caressed them roughly then he started to work her nipples while slowly nudging her towards his couch.

Once they reached the piece of furniture he released her, moving to sit down. He stared at her chest while patting his lap. She gave him a smirk and a wink, then slowly slid her tight dress up her thighs until her nether region was barely visible. Jake reached around, cupping her ass cheeks in his hands and pulling her down onto his lap. She immediately felt his hardening erection through the sweat pants.

His hands were back on her breasts in an instant and he leaned forward to begin sucking on one nipple. Her brain was going hazy. She was grinding her wet pussy onto his lap and he was growling every time she did. Jakes hands slid up to her neck, grabbing her a little rough and pulling her down for hot kiss. It was hard and all tongue and Natasha had to really focus not to give in. He wasn’t worth it, this wasn’t what she thought it was. Stay the course.

While he kissed her, tiny hands wandered to the waist band of the pants. She made quick work, pulling out his dick and running her hand slowly from tip to balls. He nipped at her bottom lip as she began to pump him.

“Ahhh yes mam. Just like that.” He said with a twinkle in his eye. He sat back, placing his hands behind his head, obviously enjoying the show.

“Oh you like that? Just you wait.” She slid off his lap, coming to rest with her knees on the floor between his legs. Before he could say another word she licked up his shaft. Jake shuddered and she smiled at him wickedly.

“I seem to remember someone really likes to have his cock sucked?” she asked before she took him all the way in her mouth, his head hitting the back of her throat. She couldn’t keep up huh? She gave head like a porn star and she knew it. The hisses and growls coming from Jake told her he was enjoying her ministrations. One of her hands cupped his balls while the other drug her nails down his chest. Her head bobbed up and down, tongue licking precum before returning to deep throat him. If only he knew what was coming, and it wasn’t him.

She started to feel his balls clench and she knew he was getting close. Nat continued to work on him until he was stuttering. When she knew he was right there on the cusp she pulled off with a pop. His eyes flew open in panic, but she only stood, still giving him an evil smirk. She turned around with a sultry wiggle and bent forward, giving him a full view of her wet pussy.

“Beautiful.” He said and he did exactly what she thought he would, leaning forward and lapping at her slit, giving her a shudder. “But it would look better wrapped around my dick.”

Nat flipped her head sideways to look at him with a smile. “I think so too.” This was it. Now or never.

Hangmans hands grabbed at her hips and moved her backwards. Instead of coming down onto his dick though, she sat back on his stomach, his dick standing at attention between her legs, right up against her dripping opening. She used her hands to pump him again, let his cock slide against her slick opening.

“Oh baby, that’s just cruel.”

She let an evil giggle loose. “You know you like it.”

He didn’t have to say anything though. The way he was bucking his hips told her everything she needed to. It would be so easy to slip him in. Abort the plan. But then he would win and that was absolutely not happening.

Natasha cupped his balls again as she rode him, listening to his pants become more and more shallow. Jake continued to babble and buck, sputtering something about her teasing him. The more he babbled, the more she worked him against her slick core. This was it, she could feel his balls tightening again.

“Phoenix, Phoenix. I’m gonna cum. Get that pussy on me baby. Please? Please? I need it so bad.” He was right where she wanted him, begging for her. Begging for mercy.

“You want this pussy?” she asked in a husky voice; his only response was a strained whimper. She pumped and pumped then rose up and he sucked in a breath. She knew he thought she was about to slam down on him. Instead, she took a few steps forward, pulling her straps up and wiggling the dress down as she moved. Natasha whipped around and leaned in, coming face to face with his shocked expression.

“You know. On second thought? Forget it. I don’t really like sloppy seconds.” She said as she patted his cheek. Then she grabbed her keys and phone and exited the apartment quickly, shaking her hips the whole way.

There, enjoy your blue balls asshole, she thought.

Once she was back in her room she took a cold shower, feeling proud of herself for controlling the hunger she had for him and sticking it to the jerk once and for all. If he thought he was going to keep using her as a personal door mat, he had another thing coming. Natasha found her worth, and it had nothing to do with any man. She had finally broken free of his hold.

Nat knew she was a damn good pilot, officer, and friend. Jake Serasin was nothing more than a lesson learned the hard way and a step on her path to greatness. Fuck him and his shitty behavior.

Nat crawled into bed, grabbed her favorite pink teddy bear, then texted Rooster.

“Jakes wearing my favorite color, blue” with a devil emoji.

Rooster sent back the only two words she needed. “Good girl.”

She smiled with pride, ready to take on whatever this mission had in store for her, knowing she had the upper hand now. She didn’t hate herself anymore, that’s for sure!

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