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Iâm Just Now Feelinâ Feisty
Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x f!reader x Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw
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Warnings: Explicit. 18+ only. Female reader. MMF threesome. Daddy kink. Sir kink. Rimming. Anal fingering. Spanking. Punishment. Gagging. D/s themes. Actual Switch!Rooster. Dom!Jake. Bratty sub!reader. Color system. Fingering. Unprotected and protected sex (p in v, anal). Oral(male receiving). Throat fucking. Cum eating. Pegging mentioned. Masterbation. PWP but just barely.
AN: Am I that comfortable writing smut yet? Nope! Did I let that stop me from jumping head first into writing a threesome? Nope! Do I feel awesome about this fic? Nope but here it is.
Bradley shivers feeling the flat of Jakeâs wet tongue against his entrance, Jakeâs hands pulling his cheeks apart to get in as deep as he could. Bradley lets his eyes droop closed as his head falls forward in between his hands. His back arches out of instinct and he buries his face in the sheets.
Bradley bites his bottom lip to try to suppress his wanton moan but gasps when a firm hand comes crashing against his left ass cheek and he hears a stern, âNo.â Bradley can feel the spit running down onto his heavy balls before dripping onto the sheets below. He can feel every drop fall. He shifts his hips to encourage more but all he gets is a chuckle against his skin and a pinch to a cheek. If Bradleyâs head was clearer he would have some sort of smart response for Jake but right now he canât even put a coherent sentence together.
You moan watching the scene play out in front of you which causes a sharp glare from the beautiful green eyes from behind Bradley. You pout and cross your arms over your chest. If they didnât want that sort of a response from you then why make you watch?
âPuppy,â Jakeâs deep voice says, taking a short break from his task at hand, âCan you please do me a favor?â
âAnything, daddy,â Bradley practically sighs out against the sheets. The answer probably more instinct at this point just to say something in acknowledgement of anything Jake says just to keep Jake doing whatever Bradley wants.
âRemind princess why sheâs in trouble for me, please,â the deep voice says before returning to licking Bradley, who gasps and wiggles as he lifts his head to meet your gaze. His unfocused brown eyes meet yours and you can see how glassy they are. Itâs a wonder he could even find your eyes at all.
âUmm princess⌠You⌠uhâŚ. Shit. Daddy, just like that,â a hand comes crashing down on Bradley again and he yelps. âPrincess, you were bad.â He sighs after getting the sentence out, knowing he did what he was asked to like a good boy. If you knew whether Jake could see you or not youâd probably make a face or something.
Itâs not like you didnât know you were bad. You knew exactly what you did. Usually you donât regret being bad. Usually your punishments were fun. This? This was different. This wasnât fun at all.
You can hear a chuckle from behind Bradley, âHow was she bad, puppy? Princess needs to know exactly what she did.â
You watch as Bradley pushes his hips back towards Jake, clearly missing the stimulation from Jakeâs mouth. You can see your daddy grab the lube and the condom from beside his leg. You want to roll your eyes and call Bradley a whore but thatâll just get you into more trouble and Mr. Good Boy over there will just continue to preen under daddyâs attention. Honestly? Rude.
You hear Bradley whine as Jake slips a finger inside Bradley and you have to bite your tongue to stop the sass you so badly want to slip out. You know better. Maybe if youâre good and Bradley continues whining and wiggling you can switch places and heâll be bad for once in his life.
Another smack has Bradley talking as fast as he can, âPrincess,youwereflirtingwiththatguyandthatsnotokay.â He sighs immediately after as you watch Jakeâs hand start to move then slip another finger inside Bradley. You see Bradley immediately grip the sheets and once again drop his face against the sheets.
You smirk. You didnât need to be told what you did but watching Bradley get all worked up was amusing.
Itâs really not your fault. You were bored. And they were late.
They had told you to meet them at the Hard Deck at 6:00. So you were there at 5:55. You waited. And you waited. You can only scroll through your phone so many times. They never told you theyâd be late. No text. No call. Nothing.
It was 6:30 when a man approached you and asked if he could buy you a drink. Who were you to say no? If anything you were being fiscally responsible! Saving money! It was only one drink. And then you couldnât just ignore the poor man who bought you a drink. Just tell him to fuck off after buying you a drink? Thatâs just mean. So you flirted a bit. Nothing too crazy. A smile. A giggle. Itâs not like you were going to do anything. You would never. Plus, why would you do something like that when you knew your boyfriends could show up at any time? Which they did. Then saw you chatting with an attractive man. The minute your eyes met theirâs you knew you were in for it. Jake remained cool and composed, as always. Even came up and introduced himself to the man, thanking the man for keeping their girl company.
Bradley, however, was upset. Always ruled by his emotions. He was always just a bit anxious over you and Jake. Careful. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for either of you to leave him like everyone else in his life. Itâs been something the three of you have been working on, making sure he knows neither of you would ever leave him and that you both love him. Bradley immediately walked over and wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you tightly against him then turned your face to kiss you deeply, possessively.
Jake chuckled as he watched you two. He dismissed the man with a wave of his hand and got you each a drink from Penny. When you pulled away from Bradley, Jake immediately handed it to you letting you know you were going to need it for the night he had planned. You tried to nuzzle into Bradleyâs neck but you were stopped with a firm, âNo,â from the mustached aviator which caused you to sigh. Sometimes if you could calm Bradley down then Jake wouldnât be as angry with you. This was not the case this time.
The three of you didnât stay too long just long enough to have a couple more drinks while Jake and Bradley played a couple games of pool and you sat and watched them. Anyone who even thought of approaching the three of you were immediately glared at by Bradley. Even Phoenix backed away.
Jake ended up driving your car home while you rode with Bradley which was less than fun. He was silent the entire ride no matter how many times you tried to start a conversation. He didnât even let you hold his hand.
Jake was already at the door when you two arrived and when you got to the door, with a kiss on the head each, you were both ordered into the bedroom. Where Jake stopped being Jake and turned into daddy and Bradley stopped being Bradley and turned into puppy or on special occasions- sir. And you? Youâre princess.
When Jake came into the bedroom he had you go sit cross legged at the headboard then wait and told Bradley to take his clothes off then get on his hands and knees in front of you. Jake then took his clothes off, grabbed the lube, and took his place behind Bradley. That all led you to now. Bradley having the time of his life and you having to watch.
You watch as Jake leans up and kneels on the bed as he guides himself into Bradley. He makes sure to make direct eye contact with you while he slides in. A challenge to see who would look away first. It wasnât you. Points for Princess. Once Jake had slid all the way in he couldnât help but close his eyes to relish in the feeling while both he and Bradley moan. Maybe less points for Princess since you still sat there in your clothes while your boyfriends have sex directly in front of you. Heathens. The both of them.
As Jake starts to thrust inside of Bradley, you decide to keep your eyes on Bradley or rather watch anywhere on him that has nothing to do with whatâs going on. Maybe that will help the ache in between your legs. Youâre already annoyed with your bodyâs reaction to the scene in front of you. With every moan that falls out of Bradleyâs mouth you can feel yourself clench out of habit. Youâre annoyingly wet and to be honest just downright uncomfortable.
Anything would have been better than this. Overstimulation. Spankings. Denial. Anything.
And still they havenât even said why they were late! They still had a hand in this whether they wanted to admit it or not.
Youâre pulled from your thoughts by a stern, âPrincess.â And you flick your eyes over to Jakeâs face. He doesnât even stop fucking Bradley to talk to you.
You make sure to smile your sweetest smile at him, âYes, daddy?â
âColor?â
You sigh, âGreen.â
âGood. Thank you. Why donât you give puppy two of your fingers to suck on?â Jake shoots you a grin after he asks and gives Bradley a particularly hard thrust causing him to cry out.
Bastard trying to show off. âAre you sure, daddy? I know how much you like hearing puppyâs noises.â
âIâm sure, princess.â
You sigh then scoot closer to Bradley, who lifts his head and immediately opens his mouth for your fingers. You hold back from rolling your eyes to stick two fingers in his mouth, hoping that maybe listening will get you something.
Jake groans watching the two of you, âLook at my babies being so sweet for me. Such a good girl for listening, princess. And,â he slaps Bradleyâs ass, âSuch a good boy for taking me so well.â
You can feel Bradleyâs groan against your fingers. You push them in farther to lightly gag Bradley and you hear Jakeâs breath hitch so you do it a few more times and you get a groan out of Jake each time. You figure Bradley must be clenching down each time. This could work in your favor.
You look up towards Jake and his eyes are already on you, watching your every move.
âPrincess?â Jake says as he runs a hand along Bradleyâs spine.
âYes, daddy?â You say sweetly and gag Bradley again.
Jakeâs eyes shut and his hips stutter but he quickly regains his self control, âCan you tell me what you did wrong tonight?â
You look down and nod, âYes, daddy.â
âWhat did you do?â
You worry your bottom lip before saying âI let a man buy me a drink and then I flirted with him a little bit but thatâs all it was! Promise!â
Jake nods and slows down only grinding against Bradley who whines, âI know, princess. You would never do anything more than that. You love us too much. Plus, puppy would probably tear the person to pieces.â
Bradley nods the best he can and Jake laughs and smacks Bradleyâs ass again and goes back to thrusting, âSee? Iâm right.â
You roll your eyes, âYouâre always right.â You start to thrust your fingers in Bradleyâs mouth in time with Jake. Bradleyâs moans are getting louder and louder. You all know heâs close to losing it.
Jake winks at you and leans his body overtop of Bradleyâs, placing one arm to hold himself up near Bradleyâs back and slides the other down Bradleyâs hip and around to his front to grab his dice, âAww puppy you gettinâ close, darlinâ? You wanna cum?â
Bradley nods and you pull your fingers from his mouth. Bradley immediately starts to whine and Jake chuckles.
âPrincess, youâve been so good for daddy. Why donât you climb off the bed and take your clothes off?â
You didnât need to be told twice. You immediately scramble off the bed and make quick work of taking all your clothes off. While you do that you glance over at your boyfriends and see them talking quietly together while Jake continues to fuck Bradley. God, theyâre beautiful together. You watch as Jakeâs entire body goes rigid and his eyes roll back in his head.
Jakeâs catching his breath as you climb back on the bed and lay on your side watching them, he smiles at you, âGood girl, princess.â
Jake kisses Bradleyâs back and whispers to him before pulling out. You can hear the hitch in Bradleyâs breathing. Jake stands up and heads to the bathroom before coming back out with a washcloth and cleans Bradley up, then heads back into the bathroom when heâs done.
Bradley stands up and stretches a little before grabbing Jake, who was coming back into the room after cleaning himself up, and kissing him hard. They lean their foreheads against each other as Jake tells Bradley something which he nods at. They separate and Bradley walks out of the room while Jake lays down on his side next to you and kisses you gently a few times. He pulls away grinning when he hears Bradley return. Bradley tosses him a couple water bottles before finishing the one he was drinking from then puts it in the trash can.
Jake kisses you once more before sitting up with a grin, âGood luck, Princess.â
You look at Jake confused before you look over at Bradley who is staring intensely at you. Itâs then you realize that Bradleyâs still hard. You gulp.
âPuppy?â You say timidly.
âTry again,â Bradley says taking a few steps towards the bed.
âSirâŚ.â You say softly, watching him.
Bradley nods and climbs onto the bed to push you down so your back is against the mattress then moves over top of you keeping his chest off of you so just your legs are intertwined, âGood job, princess.â
âThank you,â you say quietly which makes Bradley grin.
âWhat you donât want to talk now? You wouldnât shut up in the car,â Bradley says leaning down to kiss you softly, so soft you barely feel it.
You whine.
âColor, princess?â Bradley asks softly in your ear.
âGreen,â you say closing your eyes as you feel him nuzzle into your neck. He starts to place soft kisses down it until he reaches your collarbone and bites down on it.
âOw!â You gasp out as he releases you then chuckles.
âGotta cover you in my marks, baby,â Bradley says then laves over the bite with his tongue and kisses back up your neck to suck a mark into the side of it.
You roll your eyes, âPossessive.â
Jake laughs from beside you, âWho him? Possessive? The man who covered me in hickies, bruises and bite marks before sending me off on my last deployment? Couldnât be him.â
Bradley, not stopping his task at hand, reaches an arm out and lightly smacks Jakeâs chest while Jake just laughs at him. You hear a muttered, âAssholeâ against your skin and you bite your lip to keep in a giggle.
âHeâs a puppy. Has to mark his territory,â Jake says with a grin and ruffles Bradleyâs hair.
Bradley leans over and bites Jakeâs arm and Jake immediately grabs and tightens his hand in Bradleyâs hair and turns Bradleyâs head to look him in the eye, âDonât be a brat, puppy. I can easily turn this around and I donât think it would be hard to convince princess to help me. Play nice.â
Bradley whimpers, âYes daddy.â
Jake smiles and letâs go of his hair, âGood boy.â
Bradley leans over and purses his lips and Jake rolls his eyes before leaning down to kiss Bradley before Bradley returns his focus to you.
You smile as his eyes meet yours, âYou can cover me as much as you need.â
Bradley sighs a little and nods and leans down to bite and suck at your collarbone.
âMine,â you hear him mutter against your skin and you nod.
âYours. All yours. Yours and daddyâs,â you say and run a hand through Bradleyâs hair scratching along his scalp causing him to groan. Just like any other puppy, Bradley loved to be petted.
Bradley gives you a particularly sharp bite while his hands find your hips and his fingers dig into you.
He lifts his head to look at you, âYou didnât act like ours earlier. You know better.â
You whimper and nod, âIâm sorry. You were late though.â
Jake uses a hand on your chin to turn you to look up at him, âWhile we are sorry we were late and that we didnât tell you, it doesnât excuse your behavior. You do not talk to strange men. You do not accept drinks from them. We pay for your drinks. You are ours to take care of.â
You nod, âI know. Iâm sorry.â
Jake grins, âItâs okay, baby. Youâll make it up to us. We have all night.â
You whine as you feel one of Bradleyâs fingers circle your clit. You bite down on your bottom lip before you feel a hand on your cheek and the thumb gently pulls it out of your mouth, âNo baby, sir needs to hear every noise you make. Okay? Be a good girl for him?â You nod and look up at Jake and then Bradley.
Bradley leans down and kisses you hard. Your teeth knock together but you donât even notice as you feel him shift his hand lower to thrust two fingers inside of you. The moan you let out is muted against his lips and your eyes fall shut. It only takes Bradley a few tries before heâs brushing against the spot that makes your body rigid and he grinning against your lips as soon as he finds it. He chuckles at your gasp and leans up away from your mouth and you try to chase him but you feel a hand on your chest and you turn your eyes to Jake.
You watch Jake shift down on the bed, laying down on his side next to the two of you. Jake leans over and takes one of your nipples in his mouth and uses a thumb to rub the other one.
While youâre distracted, Bradley takes the opportunity to line up and thrust in causing him to moan and you to cry out. He moves his hand back to your clit and continues his previous circling while you get used to having him inside you.
When you give him a little nod and open your eyes again, Bradley starts to thrust into you at a slow pace moving so both hands are gripping your hips. He moans closing his eyes at the warm, tight, and wet sensation that surrounds him. His hips start to gain speed.
Jake groans watching Bradley glide in and out of you, Jakeâs own dick once again stirring to life. He bites down on the nipple in his mouth before letting go and wrapping a hand around his length.
You huff watching Jake wrap his own hand around himself and you making a grabby motion towards him which causes him to chuckle, âYou want something, princess?â
You nod and whine at him continuing to make grabby motions.
âUse your words.â
âWant it. Want your cock. Please, daddy,â you whine out while Bradley starts to thrust deeper and harder into you.
Jake sits up again and kneels next to your body bringing himself close enough for you to touch, âIs this how you want it?â You immediately wrap a hand around it and stroke it a few times before gently tugging at it and huff out a, âNo.â
Jake shifts up towards the head of the bed and you awkwardly keep your hand on him, âHow do you want it then?â
You pout, âIn my mouth. Want it in my mouth.â
âGood girl, princess,â Jake says as he shuffles his body closer to you so you can at least take the head in at an awkward angle. You put your hand around the length of it that isnât in your mouth and whine at him, pleading with your eyes.
âSo needy,â Jake says as he looks towards Bradley and winks.
Bradley chuckles and pulls out then uses your ankles to pull you down the bed and turns you so your head is hanging off the end of the bed, making you yelp in surprise, then slips back inside you. Jake takes his place standing closely to the edge of the bed then guides his cock into your mouth with a groan as he feels your tongue slide along his length, âGonna fuck your throat, princess.â Jake smiles feeling one tap against his leg, the system the three of you have in place if one of you canât talk that follows your normal color system. One tap for green. Two for yellow. And three for red.
Jake watches you take him in your mouth then gives a few half thrusts into your mouth while you let your throat relax. He chuckles when he feels a large hand grope at his chest and shifts his eyes over to Bradley who grins at him and flicks his nipple causing him to groan. Jake puts a hand at the back of Bradleyâs head and pulls Bradley towards him, crashing their lips together.
A muffled moan leaves your lips as you watch them kiss. You move one hand to cover Bradleyâs on your hip and the other to grab the back of Jakeâs thigh. They pull apart and both look down at you with their foreheads against each other, not that you can see with your head hanging off the bed.
âYes, we love you too, princess,â Bradley says and squeezes your hip.
âSo much,â Jake says above you.
You trail your hand down the back of Jakeâs thigh then back up when you get to the inside of it. You can feel his whole body shiver. You continue to trail your hand until you get to his balls and trail your fingers lightly over them. Jake switches from his half thrusts to full and you squeeze at his balls while simultaneously clenching around Bradley and you hear both of them groan out a curse.
Bradleyâs hips slow down and you can hear him take a deep breath. He changes angles and suddenly his dick is hitting the perfect spot inside you. You wrap your legs around his waist to try and keep him exactly where you need him and he continues hitting it while he rubs your clit. Jake pulls out of your mouth quickly and you watch him fist his cock until heâs painting your chest with him cum. Bradley groans seeing your tits covered in Jakeâs cum and heâs doubling his efforts on your clit, pleading with you, âPlease cum, princess. Please. Please. Please. I need it. Be a good girl.â He then leans down and licks a stripe of Jakeâs cum off of you and Jake moans watching.
You nod along with Bradleyâs words and feel your body go stiff while your back arches off the bed then you cum, squeezing around Bradleyâs dick which triggers his orgasm and he thrusts his dick deep, spilling inside of you. He gives a couple more half hearted thrusts before just staying inside as he tries to catch his breath. Once he does, he pulls out and Jake is right there to help you up more on the bed, âDonât sit up yet, baby. Youâll get dizzy. Just lay down and weâll take care of you.â You nod then they kiss you in turn before Jake is heading to the bathroom to get a cloth to wipe you up and Bradley is grabbing one of the water bottles he threw at Jake earlier, then props you up a little against his chest to give you some small sips of water. You smile and give Bradley a small, âThank you,â as thatâs all you can manage at the moment, after having Jake fuck your throat. Bradley kisses your head and buries his face in your hair as he wraps his arms around you after putting the cap back on the water bottle.
You hear the sink turn on then off a few minutes later in the bathroom and then Jake is heading towards the two of you, âHad to wait for it to warm up. I donât want you to freeze your tits off while Iâm cleaning you up. Theyâre my favorite.â You giggle softly.
âLike Iâd ever let you do that. Plus, she has her own personal heater,â Bradley says into your hair, still buried there.
Jake rolls his eyes, âYouâre annoying, Bradshaw.â Fondness seeping into every word. He gently cleans you up before throwing the washcloth into the laundry bin and climbs back in bed with the two of you. He lays on his side facing you both. He pulls at Bradleyâs arm before you hear a huff behind you and Bradley is shimmying the two of you down some then rolls you both onto your sides facing Jake still with his arms wrapped around you. Jake grins and throws an arm over your hip, âHi baby.â
You go to answer but Bradley beats you to it, âHey butthead.â
You shake your head while Jake sticks his tongue out at Bradley, who reaches over and flicks his shoulder.
âHey now, be nice, boys,â you say.
âHe started it.â
âNo I didnât!â
âYes you did!â
You awkwardly get a hand over each of their mouths and say, âShhhhhhh.â Jake licks your hand while Bradley nips at it and you pull them both away, âEw,â You say as you wipe your hand on Jakeâs arm.
âBet I can lick you somewhere that you wouldnât ever say ew about,â Jake says cheekily as you snuggle into his chest.
âIâm sure I could do it better,â Bradley says against your hair.
âWe could both do it better than that fuck you were talking to earlier,â Jake says with a laugh.
âI said I was sorry!â You huff.
âDoesnât mean we wonât tease you about it endlessly,â Bradley says pulling you against him tighter.
âYeah, yeah. Why were you late anyways?â You ask.
âBradley wanted his dick sucked,â Jake says nonchalantly. âWe lost track of time.â
âBradley!â
âIâm sorry! Iâll make it up to you!â
You turn over and glare at him, âOh you better! I got in trouble because you wanted a blow job!â
Bradley shrugs, âI personally had a great time.â
âIâm not talking to you anymore,â you say and turn back over to Jake.
Bradley clings to you, âNoooooo! I love you!â
You ignore him, âHi Jakey. How are you?â
Jake laughs, âI had a great time, too.â
âIâm now not speaking to either of you.â
Bradley nuzzles into your neck, âTomorrow Iâll spend two hours between your legs.â
âThatâs a start.â
âIâll take you out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,â Jake offers.
âGetting better.â
âFull body massage?â Bradley throws out.
âBetter.â
Jake kisses your forehead, âWeâll get you a strap and you can fuck Bradley.â
âReally?!â You say excitedly.
âIâm down,â Bradley says.
âAnd Iâll set you off like I did him,â Jake says and kisses your forehead and you grin.
âIâm so excited,â you say with a wiggle.
âBetter get your rest then,â Jake says.
Bradley leans close to your ear, âWeâll work up to you fucking Jake, too.â
âWhat was that?â
âNothing!â You and Bradley say at the same time and giggle.
#bradley bradshaw x reader#jake seresin x reader#rooster x f!reader x hangman#hangster x reader#sereshaw x reader#Jake âhangmanâ Seresin x female reader x Bradley âroosterâ Bradshaw#rooster x hangman x reader#i'm just now feelin feisty
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a/n: we have officially reached the end of week one and we're ending it with a bang! i feel like it's mandatory i do a threesome fic with these two every kinktober. but i can't help it. they're so perfect for this dynamic. the amount of love i go for my hangman fic is overwhelming so thank you to everyone. i hope you enjoy this one just as much!
day eight - double penetration + threesome | kinktober 2023
summary: "you were the gravity keeping these pilots on the ground, the reason they came home after every mission, after every training and debacle. you were it for them. their lifeline."
word count: 2k+
pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x f!reader x jake 'hangman' seresin
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, double penetration, threesome, assplay, ass eating, anal, overstimulation, bradley and jake being sweethearts, they're in love y'all, m/m.
So this is what death must feel like. What leaving this earthly plane was at the end of things when you took your last breathâleaving behind everything youâd ever known. There was no sure way for you to tell. No way for you to understand that what you were experiencing was like that, because you could barely make sense of where you were. Of what your name was.
His teeth dug into your shoulder, hands spread along your hips as he took you apart with ease. You were on top of him, pressed into his body until there was no space between you and him, but thatâs what you wanted. What you craved. His lips met yours, silencing the loud whimpers that echoed in the room as his hands slid to your ass, spreading you obscenely.
âYou want it donât you honey?â he cooed in your ear, his fingers digging into your flesh, keeping you open for the second pair of eyes that burned into you.
The eyes that you knew so well you could practically see them yourself. Bradley knelt behind you on the bed, watching as you sunk onto Jakeâs cock, fucking yourself on it in the hopes of getting either of them to move. But they held you steady. Keeping you still as they kept the paceâever so patient and diligent in their nature. You understood that came with being a pilot, the strength to keep yourself poised and ready, but fuck if you didnât hate it when it came to this.
âPlease,â you whimpered, hips pressing downâJakeâs cock slipping in even further.
âPlease huh?â He dipped his hand even further, sliding into the slick that practically leaked out and around his cock. âLook at our girl Rooster. Sheâs leakinâ for us.â
You pressed your face into his neck, your body responding to his words in a way that should have made you feel ashamed. Except there was that small niggling feeling that bloomed in your chest, forcing its way to the surface with ease. Pride. You liked knowing he was unable to stop staring; that while they rendered you a mess, you did the same for them.
They could keep their composure all they wanted, but when it came down to it. They would fall to their knees for you with a single lookâpleading to feel you like this. Which is why you fell into it with ease; pressing yourself into Jakeâs hands and allowing him to spread you even widerâgiving Bradley an even better look at what awaited him. You heard the audible grunt he let out, the bed dipping as he shifted, his head falling down and forehead pressing into your back.
âSo pretty for us baby,â he said, awe tinging his voice, his breath hot against your skin.
âIââ You wanted to ask them to keep going, to beg them, but Bradleyâs tongue sliding along the base of Jakeâs cock gathering your slick silenced you.
It sent heat streaking up your spine, your toes curling at the sensation. A choked sound stuck to your throat, muffled by Jakeâs shoulder, but they heard it nonetheless. His tongue slid up higher, pressing against the hole theyâd only teased before. The place that they had yet to claim as theirs. You unconsciously pressed back into it, asking for more as he worked your slick and spit along youâmaking a mess with his mouth.
âShe likes that,â Jake grunted, feeling your walls clamp down around his aching cock. âKeep licking at her and sheâll cum.â
âThat right baby?â Bradley asked, sinking his teeth into your ass. âLike my tongue back here?â
A sob echoed in the room, your eyes rolling back when he continued, pressing a finger against the tight ring. He moaned audibly into you, spitting where his finger was now knuckle deep, pressing on something eviscerating. You shook against Jakeâs body, your hips pressing down and taking him until the hair at the base of his cock dragged perfectly along your clit. And that was all it took to bring you to a sharp end.
âOhâfuckââ You cried, gushing around Jakeâs cock as the pressure snapped in two, flooding your body with that sensational bliss.
Jake groaned, his hands pressing you tightly to him as he shoved his hips upâpushing you even higher. âThere you go honey.â
You were completely unaware that Bradley had added another finger, stretching you gently as you came down from your high. But then it began to build again. That slow steady heat that trickled through your veins, singeing your nerves and stopping your brain altogether. It threatened to break you, to completely drag you beneath the surface of awareness. You pushed back against him, a guttural moan falling from your lips as you moved, begging him for more.
âThink sheâs ready?â Jake asked, watching as Bradley sunk another finger into you, nearly turning you immobile.
He hummed in pleasure, spreading a hand up your spine and soothing you with soft strokes of his thumb. âNearly there. Yeah baby? You almost ready to take me?â
A garbled echo of what they assumed to be yes came from you as they continued to take you apart. Your body shaking from the overstimulation of your first orgasm never truly coming to an end. You were left on the precipice of pleasureâabout to be dragged over again, but then he pulled away. His fingers disappeared altogether, ripping a broken whine from your lipsâyour hips chasing the feeling.
You heard him chuckle, heard the way he stroked his cockâspreading your slick and his spit along the length. Which made you want him even more. Jakeâs hands slid up and down your back, his lips pressing along your throat as he shifted. Slowly sitting up with you in his lapâhis mouth finding yours and swallowing the soft moan you let out. At this point you werenât able to move on your own. They had turned you into a pliable form beneath their touches and you fell into itâgave them everything they could have wanted, because they did the same to you.
âHeâs gonna be gentle,â Jake said in a low tone against your ear. âGonna take it slow with you.â
âI will,â Bradley promised against your shoulder, his hand sliding between your bodies and cupping your breast. Thumb running along your sensitive nipple. âTell me when youâre ready baby.â
You let your head fall back against his shoulder, nodding slowly as you blinked up at himâcoherency no longer a part of your skills. Bradley smiled sweetly, his thumb curling around your chin and bringing your lips to his. Licking slowly into your mouthâtasting the desire on your tongue and returning it in kind. They loved you. That much you knew. But this was something else. A flickering feeling that began to grow the longer you were there, wrapped in their arms.
âPretty,â he mumbled, notching his cock at your backside, his thumb continuing to run a soothing circle along your chin, keeping your eyes locked on him. âSo fucking tight.â
The breath caught in your throat, fingers digging into Jakeâs shoulder when Bradley began to press into you. Thrusting into you with small movements and giving you time to adjust with every inch. Originally you believed this would be enough to break you, but you were wrong. It was earth-shattering. A sensation that shoved you so high you nearly screamed. But the sound was trapped in your chest, your mouth falling open silently as he panted against your cheek.
âYouâre doing good,â he grunted, biting gently at your cheek.
Jake moaned, his head falling against your shoulder when your cunt tightened around him, nearly strangling his cock. âFuck honey. Rooster âm not gonna last man.â
âAlmost there,â he gritted, pushing forward a bit more until his hips met your ass.
And thatâs when you screamed. Your voice finally back the second he sank to the hilt, filling you in a way that had your body shaking. Pleasure struck your body with such a strong wave you felt light-headed. The breath left your lungs faster than you could get it. You felt yourself gush, felt the wetness trickle down your thighs, but it barely registered in your brain that you were coming. That your body was wound so tight because of it.
âFuck, fuck,â Jake spit, thrusting up into you and shoving you even higher. He bit down on your shoulder, hands grasping on your hips as he fought against finishing.
âYou good?â Bradley asked over your shoulder.
âYeah. JustâŚdamn.â He turned his attention towards you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. âHow are you honey?â
Finally after so long, you managed to speak. âG-good,â you whispered hoarsely. âFeel good.â
âYeah?â He thrusted up gently, watching with a grin as your mouth fell open, your hands scrambling for purchase against his chest. âYou like being filled with us? That it?â
âAh!â You nodded, nails biting into his skin as Bradley shifted, meeting Jakeâs thrust with one of his own.
It was a strange sensation to feel both of them at once, nearly touching one another but still apart. Yet thatâs not what drove you back to the very precipice of finishing. It was the sound of Bradley dragging Jake closer, his lips sealing over the manâs with easeâtongue licking into his mouth. Your walls fluttered at the sound, chest heaving as they sped up slightly, their bodies pressing you between them so tightly you could barely move.
âCan feel you baby,â Bradley whispered hotly against your ear. âYou want to cum again? I know you do.â
âYesââ Your eyes rolled back when his hand fell down to your clit, swiping against it gently. âHngâFUCK!â
As if on cue, your body spasmed, walls clamping down on both of them and sending you reeling. Another gush of wetness spilled along your body, coating Jakeâs stomach and the tops of his thighs as he fucked himself into you rapidly. You could feel it. The way they were both holding onto their releases by the very skin of their teeth, their nails digging into your skin with enough pressure to draw blood.
With a hoarse shout, Bradley spilled into you, his hips slamming into your ass with a speed that shoved Jake even deeper. A choked sob caught in your throat, your body arching into Jakeâs as he quickly followed Bradley. Spurting into you with a cry, his body falling against yoursâface pressing into your heaving chest. It was a mess of pleasure, the three of you now in shambles.
âThat wasâŚâ Bradley panted, his chest pressed tightly to your back, lips trailing against your shoulder.
Jake softly whined when he pulled out of you slowly, seeing the way the sticky release spilled from you. âNever seen anything better than that.â
Bradley chuckled. âI think we broke her.â
âSheâs still here.â Jake kissed your lips gently, his hand pressing against your stomach softly. âCâmon baby. Open those pretty eyes for us.â
You responded to his words, sinking into Bradleyâs hold a bit more as your eyes fluttered open. They were glassy and dazed, the fucked out look on your face more prominent than it had ever been before. And that made them smile. Hell you could barely form a single word in your head, but youâd never felt better in your life. Your body sluggish as they moved you to lay downâBradley pulling out as Jake grabbed a warm cloth.
âYou want a bath baby?â he asked, his eyes roving along your body to make sure you were still intactâstill okay after something so extreme.
You nodded, curling your fingers into his hair slowly. âThat sounds good,â you rasped.
He grinned, hands sliding up your waist. âWhatever you want, baby. Itâs yours.â
There was no doubt that he meant every word. That you came before anything. You were the gravity keeping these pilots on the ground, the reason they came home after every mission, after every training and debacle. You were it for them. Their lifeline. So when Bradley gathered you in his arms, Jake coming up behind him with a glass of water and your favorite silk robe in hand, you believed him.
Whatever you wanted.
Even if what you wanted was both of them. At once.
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AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 4. non-consensual body modifications Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Past Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader, witch!reader, f!reader Summary: Five months ago, the love of your life was killed in a car accident. In the aftermath of Jake's death, you and Rooster lean on each other to deal with your grief and soon become a couple. So when you suggest a camping trip together, Rooster agrees. After all, whatâs the worst that could happen? Word Count: 5773 TW: Main Character Death, Whump, Non-Consensual Body Modifications, Witchcraft, Car Crash, Drugged, Resurrection, Betrayal, Possession, Vomiting, Language Notes: A huge thanks to @sunlightmurdock for beta reading this! đ Part of @ailesswhumptober's event!
Whumptober 2024 Masterlist
âNow can you tell me why it was so important we came to this spot on this night? Donât get me wrong, Iâm all for spending a few days camping under the stars with you, but the middle of the week when itâs supposed to be fucking freezing isnât maybe the ideal time.â
Bradley glances over at the passenger seat of his Bronco where you are currently gazing out the window at the trees flashing by.Â
You turn your head towards him with a smile and take his hand from where it is leaning on the armrest between your two seats. Giving it a tight squeeze, you say, âI told you, itâs a surprise. But I promise, itâll be worth it, you just have to trust me.â
âYou know I do.â Bradleyâs eyes have returned to the almost non-existent road in front of him, but he raises your hand to his lips and places a quick kiss on the back of it. You giggle softly as his mustache brushes against your skin and he wiggles it to make you giggle again.
Bradleyâs heart soars seeing you this happy again, even if these moments are fleeting. Before the accident, you seemed to carry the sunshine with you everywhere you went. Your light filled up every room you entered and no one seemed able to be in a bad mood when you were around. However, these last five monthsâŚ
As if reading his mind, you slip your hand from his and slide it up his cheek until you run your fingers through his hair. âHey, I know this between us is still new and Iâm still struggling with everything that happened toâŚâ You close your eyes and swallow hard as if his name is caught in your throat, still unable to pass your lips. But then you open your eyes and continue, âBut I wouldnât have made it through it without you. Your patience, your support, your loveâŚyouâve been amazing, Bradley. And I just hope you know that what happens tonight, itâs all because of you.â
He gives you a small smile. âI know Iâm not him and Iâm never going to try to replace what you had, but Iâm really happy we found our way to each other. I donât know how I wouldâve made it through without you either, sweetheart. But we did itâŚtogether. And as long as weâre together, I know itâll be okay.â
âTogether,â you hum, your fingers continuing to run through his curls. âI love hearing you say that because I plan on you being by my side for the rest of our lives.â
There is something about that statement that scratches at the back of Bradleyâs brain. Maybe itâs your choice of words or the slightly serious tone your voice suddenly dropped into.Â
But before he can consider it further, you perk up in your seat and point out the window. âThere! Pull over there! This is the spot.â
Bradley doesnât see anything special about the place other than a slight clearing in the trees on the right side of the roadâjust big enough for him to park the Bronco. But, he promised to trust you on this excursion, so he did as you asked.
Once he is parked, the two of you grab your backpacks, sleeping bags, cooler of food, and the tent from the back. You promise itâs not a long walk so you take everything in one trip. After about five minutes of trudging through dense underbrush, unruly trees, and hidden roots, the two of you stumble into a clearing.Â
The space is maybe twenty feet across in a roughly circular shape. All of the foliage is suspiciously missing from this space even though it doesnât seem like it was cleared necessarily. More like it just grew this way. As Bradley glances up, he sees another sort of circular opening in the treetops above, giving him a clear view of the sky as the sun begins to set.Â
The place has a strange energy and a chill goes up Bradleyâs spine as a sudden wind blows through the clearing. But before he can say anything, you whisper an awed, âWeâre here.â
There are tears in your eyes and you begin to bounce slightly as you gaze around. You let out a soft squeal, then compose yourself. Turning to Bradley, you say, âItâs going to get dark soon and we have a lot to do before then. Can you go gather up some firewood? Weâll need a lot to keep it going throughout the night.â
Bradley nods slowly, still not completely sure what he has gotten himself into. âYeah. Iâll see what I can do. Do you think you can put the tent together by yourself?â
âOh, I have something else to get ready before that. Itâs your surprise,â you say with a wink. âBut we can put the tent together when you finish with the wood.â
Deciding to just go along for now, Bradley sighs. âWhatever you say, sweetheart. This is your trip. Iâm just along for the ride.â He kisses the top of your head then heads off into the woods.
Thirty minutes later, there is a towering pile of sticks in the center of the clearing. Bradley isnât sure why you wanted him to put them there considering you wanted to keep most of them for later in the night, but once again, he didnât question it. However, it did strike him as odd that you seem to have not really done much while heâs been gone. Youâve taken a few smaller bags out of your backpack and laid out some clothes, but thatâs it. Meanwhile, heâs been working up a sweat trudging all over collecting wood.Â
At least when he brought back his final bundle you gave him a cold water bottle and a kiss on the lips. He downs the bottle as you return to whatever it is you are up to.Â
As he watches, everything begins to blur around the edges of his vision.Â
He blinks a few times and rubs his eyes, but the blurring only begins getting worse. And whatâs more, heâs feeling light-headed. It feels just like that moment in his plane where the Gs get too intense and he begins to blackout. But why would that be happening now?
Stumbling slightly, Bradley mutters, âSw-sweetheartâŚI thinkâŚI think I need to sit down for a minute. I mightâve overdone it with the w-wood.âÂ
The next thing he knows, his world spins ninety degrees as he crashes to his side on the clearing floor. He tries to sit up, but every part of him is made of lead and he doesnât have the strength to even lift his hand. His vision is no longer just blurry, it's starting to tunnel into darkness. He can just make out your feet as they step into his line of sight.
 With the toe of your sneaker, you kick his shoulder so he rolls over onto his back. Heâs now staring up at the pinkish-purple sky framed by a circle of treetops.
Then, your face peers over, blocking everything else from view. A cruel grinâone unlike any he had ever seen on your faceâstretches across your lips. âNo, Bradley, thatâs just the drugs I slipped in your water kicking in. I have work to do and I need you to stay out of my way while I do it. So enjoy your little nappy-nap. Iâll see you when you wake upâŚor maybe not.â
Before Bradley can process what is happening, he is swallowed by the darkness.
Bradley was eyeing the couple in the corner, trying to decide if it was his job to step in or if he should leave them be. After all, this was far from the first time you and Hangman had oneâor threeâtoo many drinks on your night off and gotten too handsy for a public establishment. At the moment, things were still fairly tame, but Bradley knew from experience that could change in an instant. Last month, he and Coyote had to drag the two of you out of the bar after Penny complained about the near-pornographic sounds coming from her back booth.Â
It had been the last straw. After putting up with your drunken hanky-panky since the two of you started dating ten months ago, Penny finally put her foot down and swore if it happened again, you would both be banned. And as much as it would please Bradley to see Hangmanâs face when he sobered up and found out he was no longer allowed at The Hard Deck, Bradley knew the whole squad would be bummed if they lost one of its members for their weekly hangouts. Plus, he had come to really enjoy your presence among the group (that was when you werenât plastered and attached to Hangmanâs lap). So, somewhat reluctantly, Bradley stood and walked over to your table.
Neither one of you seemed to notice him as he approached. You were too busy jamming your tongues down the otherâs throat. But Bradley sighed and clapped his hands, startling you apart. âCome on, you lovebirds. Time to go home.â
Hangmanâs eyes were slightly out of focus as he shifted you slightly on his lap so he could glare up at Bradley. âAw, come on, Bradshaw. Just because you arenât gettinâ any doesnât mean you have to spoil our fun.â
You giggled into Hangmanâs neck and Bradley swore he saw you lick his skin before mumbling, âDonât be mean, Jakey. Maybe Bradley just wants to watch.â
âNo. Bradley definitely doesnât want to watch,â he groaned. Crossing his arms over his chest, Bradley said, âLook, I have an early morning meeting with Cyclone tomorrow so Iâve got to get some sleep. But Pennyâs already threatened to kick you out and Iâm not going to let one of you drunk idiots drive home.â
âJakeâs drunk, Iâm fine,â you grinned. You slid off Jake and straightened up to prove your point, but the slight sway in your stance only served to further Bradleyâs assessment.Â
He sighed again, pressing his fingers to his eyes. âSweetheart, I can smell the booze on your breath from over here and something tells me you wouldnât make it to the bar without falling over. Iâm driving you. End of discussion.â
You pouted, your bottom lip jutting off your face in a way Bradley had to admit was adorable, but it didnât sway him. He held out his hand and, after a moment, you rolled your eyes and dug your keys out of your pocket. Slamming them into Bradleyâs open palm, you stuck out your tongue at him. But then you gave him a clumsy wink and he knew even if you did remember tonight, you wouldnât hold it against him.Â
Walking ahead, Bradley patiently held open the door as Jake and you stumbled across the room, each leaning heavily against the other in a mess of limbs and slobbery kisses. When you made it to your truck, Jake helped you climb into the back, his hands roaming across your ass far longer than necessary as he pushed you up the tall step. Then he dragged himself into the front seat and closed the door.Â
âSeat belts.â Bradley waited for a second but neither of you made a move to follow his instructions. Sighing, he said, âIâm not going anywhere until both of you put on your seat belts.â
âYes, Mom,â both of you mocked in unison before collapsing into a fit of drunken laughter, but at least he heard both belts click into place.
As he drove towards Hangmanâs house (where you had moved in a few months ago), the two of you continued your slurred dirty talk, occasionally throwing nonsensical jabs in Bradleyâs direction for making you leave early. Normally, he might have tried to fire a few back, but it was too much fun listening to Hangman smugly say something he thought was so clever only for it to be nearly incomprehensible in actuality. Bradley couldnât help but laugh at a few particularly bad ones.
He never saw the other truck run the red light.
It slammed into the passengerâs door, sending your truck spinning out of control as broken glass filled the air. Bradley tried to control the steering wheel as it jerked in his hands, but his head smashed into his door and he blacked out.
He came to a few moments laterâhis vision blurred and his head poundingâto the sound of you screaming from the back seat. âNo! Jake! Nooo!â
Apparently, nothing sobers a person up quicker than seeing their greatest fear come to life in front of their eyes.Â
Bradley slowly raised his eyes to the rearview mirror, a fresh stab of pain driving through his head, and looked back at you. With blood pouring down your face from where your head slammed into the seat in front of you, you thrashed around for a moment until you managed to unbuckle your seatbelt. Ignoring the glass covering the interior of the truck, you pulled yourself forward between the two front seats and crawled into Jakeâs lap.Â
It was only then that Bradley got his first look at his other passenger and he immediately wished he hadnât.Â
All it took was one glance to see that Jake Seresin was dead.Â
Between the unnatural bend of his neck where the seatbelt still dug into his skin and the glassy, blank stare in his once-spirited green eyes, Rooster knew his wingman was gone. There was nothing anyone could do to save him.
However, you apparently refused to accept that.
Laying your head on his shoulder, you begged, âBaby, please, wake up. Donât do this. Come back to me. Please, Jake.âÂ
You placed your hand on his cheek and gently tried to turn his face to look at you. His head flopped unnaturally far backward and Bradley felt bile bubble in his throat that he struggled to keep down.Â
Your eyes grew wide as your bottom lip began to tremble. âNo, no, no, Jake, no. Please, baby, I love you. You canâtâyou canâtâno!â You sobbed and buried your face in his chest.
Bradley heard you muttering something under your breath, but he couldnât make out what it was. It almost sounded like something in another language but not one he recognized. He began to worry that your head injury might be worse than he initially thought.
He softly called out your name and began to reach out to touch your shoulder, to try and move you off the corpse of the man you loved. Yet before he could, your head shot up. Your eyes darted across Jakeâs face once more, almost as if you expected something had changed in the last few seconds. But when you saw that it hadnât, your mouth opened wide and you let out an ear-splitting, heart-wrenching wail.
That wail has haunted Bradley ever since that night, and it is that wail that is echoing in his ears as he slowly opens his eyes. He canât be sure how long he was out, but it has gotten significantly darker since his eyes were last open. Stars dot the midnight blue sky above and a full moon rests perfectly in the center of the clearing opening. Dark shadows stretch and dance against the trees surrounding the clearing, cast by the blazing fire that had materialized while he was unconscious.Â
You are standing in front of the fire, muttering something under your breath. As Bradley watches, you toss a handful of powder into the flames which flare deep red for a second before returning to its usual yellow-orange glow. Your flannel shirt and jeans from earlier have been replaced by a flowing black dress that brushes the ground just high enough to reveal your bare feet poking out underneath.Â
The clearing floor is littered with broken sticks, burrs, and rocks, and, as you move around the fire, he notices you are leaving a faint bloody trail in your wake. Yet you donât seem to notice or care as you continue whatever you are doing undeterred by any discomfort.Â
Suddenly, Bradleyâs stomach lurches and he rolls to his side just in time to vomit, the contents of his stomach spilling across the clearing floor. He heaves a few more times before things settle, and he collapses onto his back once more.
âAh, good. Youâre awake. I was afraid I gave you too much and would have to start without you.â
Bradley turns his head to see you still standing by the fire, but your attention is now fixed on him. Slowly, on trembling arms, he pushes himself to his feet. âWhat is this? What the fuck are you doing? If this is some kind of game or kinky shit I didnât know you were into, I donât like it.â
âAre you really that stupid that you still donât get it?â you sneer, the cruelty in your voice cutting into his heart like a knife. âFive months ago, the man I loved more than life itself was ripped from my arms because of you. You insisted on driving that night even though I told you I was fine and because of that, Jake is dead. If you had just stayed out of our fucking business, he would still be here with me.âÂ
No. Thatâs not what happened. Bradley takes a step toward you. âSweetheart, thaââ
âIâm not your fucking sweetheart!â you snarl, your eyes burning with a hatred that takes his breath away. âDo you know how repulsive it's been pretending to love you? Letting you touch me, kiss me, all the while despising every atom in your body for what you took from me. The only thing that kept me from strangling you in your sleep was the knowledge I still needed you for my plan to work.â
Bradleyâs mind is still groggy from the drugs, but things are finally starting to click together. âSo all of it was just a lie? Leaning on each other after Jakeâs death? You were just using me? For what? You still havenât explained what the fuck youâre doing to me!â
You continue on as if he hadnât spoken, your voice filled with cold fury. âI knew how to get everything I needed. All I was missing was a host. A body for him to return to. But as much as I ached to have my Jake back, I knew I couldnât take an innocent personâs body. It wouldnât be fair and he wouldnât want that. But thatâs when it hit me. Why not take the body of the man responsible for Jake losing his? The one who should have died in that crash instead of him? Why was it fair you got to be here when he didnât? SoâŚIâm going to change that.â
âYouâre fucking insane,â Bradley laughs in disbelief, the absurdity of the situation not fully processing in his brain.
Your face softens just a fraction and you scoff lightly. âJake never told you, did he? Though, honestly, Iâm not surprised. I donât think he ever really believed me when I told him. He thought it was all a joke, a bit of ancient fun family trivia that was all nonsense. But itâs all true.â Taking a step closer to him, you pull out a small, leather-bound book from a pocket in your dress. âYou see, Rooster, I am part of one of the oldest magical bloodlines in the known world. In other words, Iâm what you might call, a witch.â
Bradley looks from you to the book to you again. Then he mutters, âYouâre more insane than I thought you were.â
âWeâll see about that shortly enough,â you say with a thin-lipped smile. Then you begin strolling slowly around the fire. âUp until I lost Jake, I was more than happy to only dabble in the light side of my magic: A calming spell attached to my aura to soothe those around me. A positivity potion mixed into the cookies I made for the squad when you all werenât getting along. A good luck charm tucked into Jakeâs flight suit when he was leaving on a mission. Just tiny things to make all of your lives a little better. And I was more than happy to do it. But now?âÂ
You stop walking and turn to face him. âNow, Iâm willing to do whatever it takes to bring my Jake back to me. Even if that means tapping into the kind of magic Iâve sworn never to use. Thatâs why we had to come to this spot on this night. Itâs a place of unlimited power for those strong enough to tap into it. And tonight, thatâs just what I plan to do.â
Bradley still doesnât believe a word you are saying. Maybe it was the trauma of seeing Jake die. Maybe it was something from your past before you met any of the Daggers. But whatever it was, something had knocked a few screws loose in your head and Bradley had to find a way out of here before you turned violent.Â
He had spotted a knife attached to a belt around your waist, but he is fairly certain he can disarm you if it comes down to it. Yet, even though you are talking about hurting him and that everything you had been through together had been a lie, he still cared about you and didnât want you to get hurtâget help was a different story, but first he had to get out of here.
However, almost as if reading his mind, you give him a small smile. âItâs too late, Rooster. There is no escape. I already started the ritual while you were asleep. All I need now is blood.â And you draw the knife from your belt.
Bradley takes a few stumbling steps backward, but you shake your head. âNot yours. Iâll be taking enough from you already. No, this sacrifice is mine to make.â
Before he can stop you, you slash the knife across your palm. You drop the knife to the ground with a soft cry as you clutch your hand to your chest. But then, you hold out your shaking hand to the fire, letting blood drip into the flames.Â
Suddenly, the entire clearing is engulfed in a blinding red light. Bradley squeezes his eyes shut but he can hear you chanting something across the clearing. He doesnât understand the words but he recognizes some of them as what you muttered in your truck the night Jake died.Â
Figuring you will be distracted, Bradley opens his eyes and tries to sneak off into the woods. However, he only takes a few steps before a vice-like grip latches onto his throat. His eyes bulge as his fingers claw at whatever is choking him, but his hands only scratch against his own skin. He looks at you but it only increases his panic as he sees your eyes are now two pitch-black orbs as you continue your chanting, a strong wind beginning to sweep through the clearing.Â
Then, Bradley begins to feel a strange pulling sensation deep within him. His body remains exactly as it was, but somethingâhis consciousness, his soul, whatever it is that makes Rooster the man that he isâis being dragged down and out of himself. He tries to fight it, to hold on, but how do you fight something that is happening within you?
As he feels himself being pulled deeper, slipping from his body, another consciousness brushes against his. A person he immediately recognizes and never thought heâd meet again. âJake?â he gasps. Tears begin streaming down his face as the presence grows stronger and he just manages to whisper, âIâm so sorry.â
Then Bradley Bradshaw is gone.
Jake Seresin opens his eyes to find himself in an unfamiliar clearing at night. Towering trees surround the space, illuminated by the full moon high above and the towering, flickering flames in the nearby fire. As he glances around, he rolls his shoulders and stretches his back. His entire body feelsâŚoff. He doesnât have any words to explain it but something is not right.Â
But just then, he notices a woman standing across from him in a billowing black dress. It takes him a moment to recognize you, and when he does, he inhales sharply.
Gone is the bright, smiley, vibrant woman he had come to love with his entire heart and soul. Instead, you are a ghost of yourself: Your hair has been dyed pitch black and it looks like itâs been a while since you washed it. Your cheeks once full are now sunken. And you have huge bags under your eyes as if you hadnât slept for weeks. Yet, your eyes themselves are the most startling change. Once sparkling and full of sunshine, they are now dull and carry a pain in them Jake has never seen before.Â
Taking a shaky step towards you, he calls out, âBaby?â
As if you have been holding your breath in anticipation, you gasp at the sound of his voice. âJake? Is itâŚis it really you?â
Who else was it supposed to be? âYe-yeah, itâs me. Whatâs going on? Where are we?â
âOh my god. I did it,â you breathe as you stare at him in awe, your eyes dancing across his face, drinking in every inch of it. âI didnât know if Iâd be strong enough, but it worked. Youâre back.âÂ
Before he can ask what you mean, your eyes roll back in your head and your knees give out beneath you. Normally, Jake would have been able to cross the distance and catch you instantly, but for some reason, his movements are strangely clumsy and uncoordinated to the point he just barely manages to grab your arms and pull you close before you hit the ground. Â
You moan softly as he lowers you both to the damp ground and he settles you into his lap. As he tries to reposition you, he notices your feet are bare, coated in mud and steaks of blood. There is also blood oozing from a deep gash on your hand. Your skin feels icy to the touch despite the heat of the fire and he can feel your heart fluttering wildly in your chest. He's still not sure where you both are, how you got here, or what happened to get you in this state, but none of that matters until he can make sure you are alright.
Gently running his fingers across your cheek, Jake mutters, âCome on, baby, you've gotta wake up for me.â He clears his throat and pounds once on his chest. Something about his voice sounds offâhe doesn't sound like himself yet there is something familiar about it that he can't quite put his finger on.
But that's forgotten as he watches your eyes start to slowly open, the act seemingly arduous as you struggle to lift your lids. However, as you gaze up at him, the bright, tender smile he had come to love so much stretches across your face. Slowly, you raise a trembling hand to cup his cheek. âJake. Youâre really back.â
âWhy do you keep saying that? I didnât go anywhere.â
âItâs a long story.â You wet your lips and mutter, âCan you help me up?â
Jake scrambles up (still strangely tripping over his own body) and gently helps lift you to your feet. You take a few unsteady steps forward but then seem to find your footing. Turning to face him, you say, âThis is going to be hard to hear but I promise, itâs the truth.â You stare at him and when he nods for you to continue, you take a deep breath. âJake, you died five months ago.â
âWhat?â Jakeâs brow furrows. âWhat are you talking about? Iâm not dead.â
âNo, but you were.â you take his hand, your blood smearing across his skin. âWhatâs the last thing you remember before waking up here?â
âI-I donât know. I guessâŚWe were at The Hard Deck having some drinks an-and Rooster, he told us he was taking us home. Then I remember a bright flash of light andââ He gasps, clutching his neck as he remembers hearing a sharp snap followed by a single second of the most intense pain heâs ever felt thenâhe woke up here. Yet his neck feels fine now, if somehow thicker, more muscular than he remembers but that wouldnât explain the pain.Â
You nod. âThatâs when it happened. Rooster was t-boned by a drunk driver and you broke your neck. He should never have been driving us. I was fine! I was more than sober enough to drive, especially with my protection spells. If he wouldâve just kept his fucking nose out of our businessâŚâ You close your eyes and slowly take another long, deep breath. When you reopen your eyes, you continue, calmer than before. âI tried to get to your body in time but your family had you cremated before I could try to bring you back. I thought it was over and you were gone for good. But then I found another way. I needed a body. It didnât have to specifically be your body. And since it was Roosterâs fault you were taken from me, it was the perfect solution.â
âWhaââ
Suddenly, Jake realizes why his voice doesnât sound like his own yet is still so familiar. Why his limbs donât feel the same and his neck is thicker. And as he lifts his trembling hand to his face and his fingers brush against a coarse strip of hair covering his upper lip, any lingering hopes that he might be wrong are shattered.Â
Itâs not possible but he is trapped inside Roosterâs body.
With his eyes wide and voice shaking, Jake screams, âWhat did you do? What the fuck did you do?â
You stumble back, surprised by his furious outburst. âI-I gave you back the life he stole from you. I gave us another chance.â
âAnd Rooster? If I'm here, then whereâŚâ His voice trails off as the last piece of this nightmarish puzzle slips into place and he finally realizes the full extent of what you had done.
âItâs simple, Jake. A life for a life. One soul traded places with another. Youâre here now, so Rooster isâŚâ You shrug with a slight wave of your hand, clearly unbothered by the unknown fate you had sent the other man too.Â
That complete callousness towards a man you had both cared for is all Jake needed to know he hadnât only lost his wingman, but the woman he loved. He drops to his kneesâRooster's kneesâand violently heaves onto the ground. Over and over, his whole bodyâRooster's bodyâconvulsing as it tries desperately to rid itself of everything in it, including the intruder. Yet try as he might, nothing comes up. Not even bile. Rooster must have already gotten sick beforeâŚÂ
Another full-body tremor sweeps through him.
When he is finally able to pull himself together even the slightest bit, Jake crawls to his feet. Backing away from you, he stutters, âI'mâŚI'm going to go to the police.â
âAnd tell them what?â you snap, your eyes turning black as a wind picks up from nowhere and blows through the clearing. âTell them you're a dead guy in your friendâs body while his soul is currently rotting in hell or wherever the fuck you were? What good do you think that's going to do you besides landing you in the looney bin? No. You're either stuck in Rooster's body or you're going back to where you were to join him. And I'm not losing you again.â
Raising your hand in front of you, fingers reaching out towards him, they suddenly twitch and Jake feels this body stiffen outside of his control. As you begin to slowly twitch one finger then another, Jake's foot lifts and steps closer to you. Then another step. And another. As much as he tries to struggle, Jake canât resist as you force him to walk across the clearing and stop before you.
Cupping his face with your non-controlling handâyour eyes still blackâyou whisper, âThis is not how this was supposed to go. Jake, you love me. You were supposed to be happy I brought you back.â
âMaybeâŚâ Jake squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to hide the disgust crawling down his spine at your touch. âMaybe I would have been if things were different. But I canât live my life knowing itâs at the cost of Roosterâs. I donât care what he might have done. No one deserves this.â
You thrust your hand downward and he drops heavily to his knees at your feet. Running your fingers tenderly through his curls, you coo, âI know you need time to adjust, baby. Iâm sure this is a lot to take in. But letâs just make one thing very clearââ You suddenly grab a fistful of hair and yank his head back so he is forced to stare up at you ââI brought you back and you belong to me now. One way or another, I will have the life I was always supposed to have with you before any of this started. You can either be a good boy and accept that so we both can be happy, or you can make this difficult and I will make you behave.âÂ
You ball your hand into a fist and Jake feels like his brain is about to explode. An intense pressure unlike anything he has ever felt squeezes his mind and he sees sparks explode behind his eyes. You release your hand and the pressure disappears, leaving Jake mewling and quivering on the ground.Â
You place your filthy, bloody big toe under his chin and raise his head so he is looking at you. âDo we understand each other?â Jake has no choice but to nod. Your eyes return to normal as your bright smile from before returns to your face. âGood! Then you better start practicing your best rooster crow. From now on as far as anyone else is concerned, you are Lt. Bradley Bradshaw.â
Jake feels like he is going to get sick again, but you just turn around and gather up your belongings. In no time, you are ready to go. Jake takes one last look up at the full moon, tears streaming down his face.Â
And, as he is forced to follow you out of the clearing towards the waiting Bronco, he wonders if Roosterâs fate is really so bad after all.
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Terms Of Endearment // Bradley Bradshaw
Series Masterlist
Summary: They always say when you arenât looking for love it tends to find you. So when you and your daughter turn up in Fighter Town, Bradley Bradshaw is instantly infatuated. With reluctance to trust and harbouring a bad past, you donât make it easy for the fighter pilot to love you.
Warnings: Will be allocated to appropriate chapters. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Jake Seresin x Platonic!F!Reader.
~ Terms of Endearment Main Masterlist Link ~
1. Matchmaker // Jake Seresin decides to take your love life into his own hands when an opportune moment falls into his lap.
2. Sunny Side // Rooster picks up your daughter from daycare.
3. Pillow Cases // After looking after your daughter for the afternoon, Rooster questions you about the pile of unwrapped Christmas presents in the closet. Your response? Something heâll never forget.
4. Branded Father Figures // Bradley stays the night only to join in on a tradition Jake Seresin had been keeping a secret. Learning a few things about your past.
5. Christmas Crisis // Jake spends Christmas with his family and is told an ugly fact. Bradley spends Christmas Eve and morning with you and Dotâenjoying the calm before the storm.
6. The Calm Before The Storm // After Christmas lunch at Penny and Peteâs house, you and Bradley venture home. But donât make it without a hitch.
7. The Clash // When Jaidyn Dolan moved to town Bradley Bradshaw gears up for the fight of his life. Having your back without question.
8. In Shades Of Terror // Things between you and Bradley and you and Jake reach a boiling point when Jake returns home, he finds himself spilling the beans about how him and Bradley knew about Jaidyn being in town.
9. To Build a Home // Youâre finally approved for your own home through staff accommodation. But when you find out who your neighbour is youâre at a loss for words.
10. Biggest Stans // We see just how long Jake Seresin as been your biggest stand for and Bradley asked an all important question. If youâd consider moving in with him.
11. Trifecta // Jaidynâs on a revenge driven path thatâs only just the beginning.
12. Chase That Feeling // An unhinged Jaidyn causes chaos as Jake meets a woman whoâs willing to put her front foot forward and Bob plays the hero card.
13. Dammed if you do, Dammed if you donât // Jaidyn takes the games he playing to a whole knee level while Jake and Bradley do all that they can to get the higher ups involved.
14. Unlikely Savours // Jake and Bradley butt heads over what they need to do when Jake gets a call. Everyoneâs racing against the clock, to find you and get to Dot.
15. Bringing in the reinforcements // Bob makes a call to someone he knows will be able to help and Amilia stalls Jaidyn to give Jake enough time to reach Dot.
16. Itâs been a long, long day // Jake and Bradley reunite after having gone their separate ways. You need surgery and itâs not a good prognosis.
17. Not So Malice Intentions // When you wake up from surgery to find out Jake wants to keep Dot from seeing you for a first days, all hell breaks loose.
18. Cowboys & Apologists // When you wake up from being heavily sedated to a stranger but familiar man sitting in the corner of your roomâyou donât take well to the carbon copy of Bob Floyd
19. Itâs Personal // A week passes you by and youâre still in the hospital. You miss your daughters third birthday, Bradley goes in to bat for you against the Secretary of Defense and Jake has a run in with an intruder.
20. Yellow Polkadots // In the aftermath of Jakes unexpected intruder, decisions are made that bring you and your baby girl back together. Bradley struggles with a hard interior design decision & Jaidyn gets comfortable in his finale plot to end your happily ever after.
21. Heaven // (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) Discharged from hospital after suffering severe injuries from a near fatal run in with your ex has you high strung and on edge. For good reason too, you should always trust your instincts because no one around you is safe from the chaos that transpires in our final two part finale.
~~ Complete ~~
Concepts & Blurbs
-> Marked // Jake sees the infamous cattle prod ďżźmark your ex left behind.
-> Bobby Bear // Robert Floyd left this world too soon. But does Odette see his ghost when sheâs a little girl?
-> Lessons in Love & War // On one of your first shifts back at work after the events of ToE. Odette is plagued with an illness that sends her to the emergency room with a very panicked Bradley Bradshaw.
-> Bath-time // Bath time isnât always an easy feat when your little girl is afraid of baths. But they do make for some core memories.
-> Tunder Storm Sleep Overs // With a heavily pregnant wife and a toddler afraid of a raging thunderstorm outside. Bradley kicks into his favourite mode. Dad mode.
-> Easter Time // You donât have an Easter Bunnyâyou have an Easter Rooster.
-> The sex positive couple // You and Bradley are busy getting it on when your daughter wakes up from hearing noises in the night. Afraid youâre hurt she calls for you.
-> Baby R // Riley Carole Bradshaw makes her big entrance to the world when Jakes in Texas and Bradley isnât sure if heâs ready to be a dad twice over.
-> The Eternal Mark // When at the Abbott Ranch for thanksgiving, the sound and sight of a cattle prod has you feeling like youâd been thrown back in time into the arms of the man who swore blind he was going to kill you.
-> From Tooster to Rooster // The first time Odette calls Bradley Rooster and not Tooster.
-> Dots Promise Ring // Odette forever keeps the promise ring Rooster gave to her as a child. But one day she throws it away.
-> The not so real dad dad // Young, dumb and oh so impressionable Odette Bradshaw freaks out after the police show up at a house party she snuck out to. Calling her uncle to come get her didnât go according to plan.
-> Sticks & Stones // The one where Rooster finds out about the time you absolutely let loose on your daughter during her teenage hellion years while he was on an eight week deployment. And the one you find out you werenât the only one who kept parenting secrets.
-> Dots Pot // Bradley knows his oldest daughter smokes weed on the roof. Iâm an attempt to stay hip with the youth he joins inâonly to be left a paralytic on the couch. Outsmarted and out numbed.
-> Fruit of my loins // Odette Bradshaw is full of existential dilemmas about who she is and where she fits in. In an attempt to figure herself out, she goes to see the man who never wanted her in the first place.
-> Brother & Sister love // The dynamic between the Bradshaw siblings.
-> Uncle Jakes second wedding. // Jake has a no kids wedding and Odette isnât too happy about the situation. Giving him one hell of an attitude about it.
-> Jake & Amilia // A glimpse into the fuck around that is Jake Seresins first marriage to a woman called Ellie who would never be Amilia.
-> Dot & Chase - The Dagger babies // Odette Bradshaw isnât the easiest girl to get along with, and doesnât Chase Fitch know that. -> Dot & Chase 2.0
-> What does Odette do for a living? What Nicky & What Riley Do for a living. The Bradshawâs siblings go leaps and bounds in their respective careers. From soccer players to aviators to lawyers.
-> The Commanders Daughter // Odettes TopGun instructors.
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AI-Less Whumptober 2023: 11. Fainting, 19. Left Behind, 23. Forced to Watch, 28. Oxygen Deprivation Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader Summary: When there is a malfunction during training, Rooster is forced to watch as his world comes crashing down. Word Count:Â 1153 TW:Â Character Death, Oxygen Deprivation, Passing Out, Panic Notes: Thank you to @topguncortez for looking this over for me! đ Part of @ailesswhumptober's event
Bradley groaned as he sunk down deeper into the rec room couch. He absolutely hated these training days. Most of the time he was stuck in this tiny room for hours just waiting for his turn to get into his plane and then he would maybe get an hour up in the skyâif he was lucky. And there was very little to pass the time in here besides one uneven foosball table, a handful of magazines from the mid-2000âs, and a radio connected to the planes currently in the air.Â
It wasnât so bad depending on who he was waiting with. But since they had downsized the Dagger squad, he was currently alone with Hangman as his only company. While the two of them had cleared the air and moved past most of their past grievances, it was still awkward hanging out one-on-one like this so they usually just kept to themselves. If only Bradley had been able to switch places with Coyote today. Then he and Hangman could have kept each other occupied while Bradley could have spent this waiting time with you.
It had been bittersweet when Phoenix was promoted out of the Dagger Squad. She more than deserved it but everyone knew the squad just wouldnât be the same without her. However, Bradley had been overjoyed when he learned you were selected as her replacement to fly with Bob.Â
He had first met you a few years ago when you were both stationed at the same base. It was instantly clear there was a connection between you and things had gotten pretty serious pretty quickly. However, when you found out you were being transferred a few months later, the two of you mutually agreed long distance wasnât for you and you parted on great terms. But ever since you joined the Dagger Squad, it was as if no time had passed and you both had picked things up where you had left off.Â
Neither one of you wanted to put much pressure on the relationship by talking about the future, but Bradley already knew that now that he had you back in his life, he never wanted to let you go again. He just hoped you felt the same way.Â
Ten minutes later, Bradley had just begun to doze off, lulled to sleep by the constant chatter over the radio, when suddenly Bobâs tone shifted, his words sharp with an edge of concern and nervousness. âHey, Raven, whatâs going on? Are you okay?â
âSomethinâs wrongâŚâ
Bradley bolted upright on the couch at the labored sound of your voice. Jumping to his feet, he tore across the room and snatched the radio receiver before anyone else could. It was highly frowned upon for those waiting in the rec room to use the radio, but Bradley didnât give it a second thought as he called out to you, âRae? Raven, whatâs happening?â
âRoo...Oxygenâs not workingâŚCa-canât breatheâŚÂ
No. That canât be right. The oxygen systems are always inspected before every flight to ensure something like this doesnât happen. You had been given the all-clear this morning along with everyone else. Yet as he continued to listen to the radio, it was abundantly clear that you were struggling for every breath.
âLt. Floyd.â Oh shit. Cyclone was monitoring training today. âIs your oxygen compromised?â
âN-no, sir. Itâs just Ravenâs.â
This was both good and bad news. On one hand, at least Bob wasnât also being affected and he would be able to stay alert and focused on the situation. But on the other hand, if something happened to you, there was little he could do to help. He didnât have any steering or altitude controls in the back seat and all emergency overrides were out of his reach.Â
Grabbing the radio, Bradley carried it over to the window so he could try and see what was happening. Luckily, there were a few clouds covering the worst of the sunâs glare and he could just make out the planes far off in the distance. Two were circling at a normal altitude, but the third seemed to be steadily climbing.
Cyclone must have noticed this too because his voice crackled out of the radio, âLt., drop altitude to below 10,000 feet immediately and return to baseâŚ..Raven? Do you copy?â
â....canâtâŚ.breatheâŚ.â
âWhy is she still going higher?â Hangman murmured as he approached the window to stand next to Bradley. Â
It seemed counterintuitive but Bradley thought he understood what was happening. Right now you wouldnât be thinking logically about how to fix the problem, youâd just be straining to get air into your lungs. He could almost see you with your arched back, wide eyes, heaving chestâŚ.and fist clenched tightly around the stick as you unwittingly climbed higher and higher.
But then your plane seemed to level out for just a momentâbefore it began to plummet towards the ground.
Hangman inhaled sharply, âOh my GodâŚâ
âRaven! Raven, wake up!â Bobâs voice was frantic as he cried out, âWeâre going in! Sheâs unconscious and thereâs no one on the stick!â
âNo, no, no, no!â Bradley screamed, his fist slamming into the window over and over. This canât be happening. This canât beâŚ
âAltitude dropping rapidly! Raven, please! Wake up! What do I do?â
âLt. FloydâŚeject.â
âWhat?â Bob sounded horrified at Cycloneâs command. âNo. I canât. I have to do something! I have to help her! Just tell me what to do!â
âThereâs nothing you can do but save yourself. Now eject. Thatâs an order.â
âButââ
Hangman snatched the radio receiver out of Bradlyâs hands and yelled, âBob, you have to punch out right now! Your chute wonât save you if you go much lower.â
âI canâtâŚI canât leave her.â
Hangman turned to Bradley, his face a mix of pain and sorrow as he held out the receiver. They both knew what needed to be done.
Squeezing his eyes tight to keep his tears from falling, Bradley grabbed the receiver and whispered, âDo it, Bob. Sheâd want you to.â
There was a momentary pause. Then, âIâm sorry.â
A loud bang blasted through the radio as the canopy was torn open and Bobâs seat jettisoned from the plane. Bradley looked out the window, his eyes scanning the sky until he just barely made out the tiny plume of color that had appeared as Bobâs cute deployed. It would be a rough landing, but he had ejected just high enough that he should be alright.
The same couldnât be said about you.Â
Bradley sank to the floor as your plane spiraled closer and closer to the ground, bile rising in his throat at the knowledge there was absolutely nothing anyone could do to save you now. All he could do was watch it happen.
Then, just before your plane slammed into the ground in a fiery explosion, he heard one final word whispered through the radio.
â...R-Rooster?âÂ
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Okay letâs try a new one since the other one is pretty neck in neck rn
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i have so many ideas for song based fics!! what do yâall think about âi miss you, iâm sorryâ by gracie abrams with either bradley or jake? i feel like the song kinda fits jake more but what do yâall think??
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iâve been in a TGM deep-dive the past few days as i settle back home from living abroad, and let me tell you
the only thing i can imagine after reading these numerous fics and drabbles and one-shots is the most kind-hearted OC (pilot or not, your choice) who is just the warmest, softest, kinda reserved person, almost everybody loves her, and this OC is somehow introduced to the gang and i can just imagine, in response to a teasing or flirting line that just pushes her past her limit after a long hard day, isÂ
âDonât fucking push me.âÂ
And nobody has ever heard this OC curse around them EVER and suddenly everyone knows she means business, and somebody falls in love with her because of it and I--
I just want to see it... please somebody write something like this... i donât think i could do it justice. itâs just playing on a loop on my headÂ
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actually, itâs captain.
Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw x f!reader
summary: request for @kpopgirlbtssvt. roosterâs girl is hit on by Top Gun students.
t/w: touch her, you d i e trope. cursing. mentions of alcohol.
Rooster leans against the bar, laughing at something Penny tells him. His jeans hang low on his hips, and heâs wearing the Hawaiian shirt you bought him for his birthday.
Roosterâs hand slaps the bar as he continues to howl. Penny and Mav exchange a look. Maverick murmurs something to Penny. Your guess would be âit wasnât that funny.â
You throw back the rest of your drink. As your glass returns to the table, a group of men circle you, all clad in khaki. Must be new Top Gun recruits.
âWhatâs a pretty little gal like you sittinâ here alone for?â one of them asks you, his accent very similar to Hangmanâs.
âMind if we join ya?â the second asks. Before you can reply, two of the slide in across from you, while the one who spoke first sits next to you. His burly arm comes up around your shoulder. You stiffen under him, feeling small.
And not in the way you feel with Rooster. He makes you feel small, protected, but also empowered. This guy has a hold on you like heâs claiming you. Telling every other guy in the bar he plans on taking you home.
âThis hereâs Crane and Sorry,â he points to the two in front of you. âAnd you can call me Pleasure. As in, itâs a pleasure to meet you. As in, the way all ladies feel after a night with me.â He winks. He actually winks.
Your brain is so shocked, you canât form words. You should take this guyâs arm and bend it behind your back, the way your dad taught you. You should give him on of your grade-a verbal lashings.
But you donât. The sheer audacity of this man has you frozen.
You try to make eye contact with Rooster, but Pleasureâs frame blocks your view.
âGet your hands off my girlfriend, asshole.â Roosterâs voice makes a relieved breath come from your mouth. His tone of voice would make anyone run for the hills, but it leaves you full of wanting.
Pleasure chuckles, meeting Roosterâs gaze. âActually, itâs Lieutenant.â
Crane and Sorry exchange an amused look. Roosterâs face is set in a hard line. He reaches for Pleasureâs bicep, ripping him from the booth.
âI said to get your hands off my girlfriend, asshole.â Rooster is a whole head taller than the aviator that just had himself draped on you.
âShouldnât leave your girl all alone, dick.â Pleasure tells him, bowing up. Roosterâs mouth pulls up on the left, giving him one of his infamous cocky smirks. Second only to Hangmanâs.
âActually, itâs Captain. And I hope to God youâre in one of my classes. Lieutenant.â
At this, you see Pleasure audibly gulp, knowing heâs fucked up. Rooster still has a death grip on his arm.
âCome on, man. Make my day,â the words come out laced with venom.
Before things can get out of hand, you hop out of the booth and high tail it to Penny. Quickly giving her a synopsis, she rings the bell, signaling these guys need to be thrown out. Hangman, Omaha, and Coyote each grab one of the guys and drag them to the exit.
Rooster joins you at the bar, taking your face in his hands. Those brown eyes roam over you, searching.
Your hands come up to cradle his face, âRoos, Iâm fine.â
âWhen I saw him draped over you, I saw red. Nobody touches my girl.â He leans down to place a kiss against your temple. Roosterâs words have your toes curling in your shoes. Youâve never seen this side of him.
You lower your hands to his shoulders, threading one of them in his curly hair thatâs definitely longer than Military regulation.
âYouâre the only one I want touching me,â you murmur in his ear, your face flushing.
âYeah?â he murmurs back.
Not trusting your voice to not come out completely needy, you nod.
âCome on, guys. Quit being disgusting,â Maverick says to the two of you, feigning gagging.
Penny pops his hand over the bar, eliciting a laugh from him.
Rooster ignores him, placing a deep kiss onto your mouth.
âTake me home, baby,â you say, taking in those brown eyes.
âI donât know, pretty girl, I donât think I can get further than the Bronco,â he winks.
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Hotter Than Texas | Part II
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader
A/N: I'm so excited that y'all loved the first part! Thanks for your enthusiasm, you rock <3
Summary: Bradley Bradshaw is tasked with transporting a not-so-delicate package in the form of Jake Seresin's baby sister, who turns out to be Bradley's dream girl worst nightmare.
Aka it's a road trip, strap in.
CW: swearing, age gap (10 years)
WC: 2000+
Part I | Masterlist
âIâm getting hungry.â
Bradley glances at the restaurant sign as he passes it on the interstate, suppressing a sigh. He usually skips lunch on long trips so he can arrive at his destination before nightfall. âIâll get off at the next exit,â he says.
âWill you?â you exclaim excitedly, as though heâs offered to catch and cook your next meal himself.
Bradley chuckles mildly. âWell, Iâm not going to let you starve.â
âYouâre so sweet,â you reply, and Bradley eyes you with a grin because heâs about eighty percent certain youâre being facetious.
âWhatâre are you in the mood for?â he asks as he gets on the off-ramp.
âSomething greasy and very bad for my heart.â
Bradley lets out a small laugh. Whatâs bad for his heart is you sitting next to him being all cute for the next twenty hours straight.
He pulls into the lot of a little diner just off the highway and parks his car while you flip down your sun visor to glance at your reflection in the mirror. âHow do I look?â you mutter, mostly to yourself.
Bradley tries not to examine you directly and instead just glances in your vicinity. âBetter than the truckers, I bet,â he comments, noticing the row of semis at the back of the lot.
You give him an unimpressed look and then push open your door. âI sure hope they have French toast.â
âI thought you wanted something greasy,â Bradley says, walking around the front of the Bronco to join you.
âI want options,â you state, marching forth toward the front doors.
Bradley strides ahead and pulls the door open for you. He canât say he isnât looking forward to having a sit-down meal with you, like itâs a date or something. And, as much as he hates to admit it, heâs almost thrilled at the prospect of the other patrons assuming the two of you are a couple.
You walk through the open door and Bradley stalls for a moment, trying to clear his head. He shouldnât even be thinking about that sort of nonsense. He and Hangman have enough issues without adding Bradleyâs crush on his baby sister to the mix. Theyâve just begun to mend their bumpy â to say the least â relationship, and Jake would sure as shit not appreciate his colleague developing feelings for his younger sibling.
âYou cominâ, sugar?â you call from inside.
Bradley, whoâs clearly taken too long of a beat, glances at you in a bit of a daze. Heâs sure you just called him âsugarâ and that has utterly thrown him. He enters after you and gives the hostess a look that he hopes might resemble a polite smile. But his face feels hot and numb at the same time, so he canât be sure.
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âI think Iâll get the pancakes,â you muse, flipping through the menu leisurely.
Bradley smiles at you when youâre not looking. âWant to share some things?â
You glance up at him happily. âCan we?â
Bradley chuckles. âWhy not? I could go for a pancake. What else should we get?â
Your eyes light up and you instantly refer back to the menu. âFried pickles.â
Bradley cringes but heâs still amused. âThoseâll go great with the pancakes.â
âI agree,â you respond without a hint of sarcasm. âChili?â you continue. âOr tacos?â
âWhy not both?â Bradley shrugs.
You give him a serious look. âThatâs just crazy talk.â
Bradley laughs. âYouâre right, what was I thinking?â
âI sort of want some pie, though.â
Bradley closes his menu and leans forward into the table. âIâve already thought of that,â he mutters under his breath, as though heâs about to divulge a secret. You lean in too, your bright eyes blinking up at him eagerly. âWeâll get one for the road,â he whispers.
You gasp. âYouâre a genius!â
Bradley chuckles, leaning back in his seat proudly. âI wonât deny that.â
âŚ
When the server arrives to take your orders, you let Bradley do the talking, but chime in with little requests now and again; onions on the home fries, maple syrup for the bacon, sour cream in the chili. And Bradley canât help but delight in the fact that, every time you think of something, you tap his hand that's resting on the table, âoohingâ with excitement.
Bradley eyes you with a smile once the server departs. âMaple syrup for the bacon?â
You wave a hand at him. âYouâll see.â
Bradley shakes his head with a smirk. âNot on my bacon.â
âYeah, my brother warned me that youâre a bit of a square.â
Bradley raises his eyebrows and scoffs. âYour brother said what?â
You grin at him mischievously. âDonât worry, I can make up my own mind.â
âYour brother warned me that youâre a bully,â Bradley replies, his smile only getting wider. âAnd, coming from Hangman, thatâs saying something.â
You let out a peal of laughter so exuberant that several faces turn to look in your direction.
âDonât worry,â he adds when your laughter partially subsides. âI can make up my own mind.â
âAnd?â you ask with soaring eyebrows. âHave you?â
Bradley hesitates for a moment and then decides to respond in a cheeky manner to avoid any awkwardness. âNot just yet,â he says with a chuckle.
You reach out and lightly smack his forearm. âStop!â
âIâm joking,â Bradley concedes, grabbing your hand before you can strike him again. âItâs not like youâve ever hit me to get your way,â he says pointedly.
You shake your head with a smirk and withdraw your hand.
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âEverything was delicious,â you gush to the waitress as she clears the table. âWe had such a wonderful time!â
âGlad to hear that, dear,â the waitress gives you a smile and then winks at Bradley, as though sheâs in on some scheme with him.
Bradley furrows his eyebrows in amusement as she walks away and then digs into his pocket for his wallet. âMy treat,â he says when you reach for your purse.
âNo way!â you exclaim. âYouâre already giving me a ride. The least I could do is feed you.â
âYou donât have to do anything. Iâm happy to be your ride.â
âI insist,â you declare.
âI insist harder,â Bradley presses, laying down several bills onto the receipt tray.
You gaze at him pensively and finally slide your wallet back into your purse. âSo, youâre stubborn,â you note.
âSo, youâre observant,â he remarks.
You chuckle, shaking your head. âThanks for lunch, Rooster.â
âŚ
Back on the road, you offer Bradley a turn with the radio, muttering something about not wanting to be a bully by hogging the music. He can tell youâve said it in jest, but he still wants to make sure he hasnât offended you.
âYou know I donât think youâre a bully, right?â he says, glancing between your face and the road several times.
You eye him playfully. âWell, give it a minute.â
Bradley chuckles. âItâs getting dark,â he notes after a little while. He was hoping to get farther on the first day, but the prospect of maybe spending an extra day with you on the road doesnât seem nearly as daunting as it might have in the morning. âWant to stop for the night?â
âI can drive if you want,â you offer.
Naturally, Bradley overthinks your response. He wonders if maybe youâve had enough of him and would prefer to get to Texas as soon as possible. âNo, no,â he responds. âI can drive. I just thought you might be tired.â
âFrom sitting?â you quip.
Bradley gives you a flat look. âItâs been a long day.â
You shrug. âIt flew by.â
That sets his mind at ease somewhat. A day doesnât fly by unless youâre having a good time. âI think we should stop,â he says.
âAlright,â you respond, âletâs stop.â
âŚ
âYou two lovebirds want the mountain or city view?â the hotelâs front desk clerk enquires with a beam.
Bradley is about to explain that the two of you will, in fact, require separate rooms because you are the absolute opposite of lovebirds, when you respond with, âMountain, please.â
The clerk hands you a key and Bradley follows you down the hall mutely, with both of your suitcases in tow. Heâs not about to dispute your decision to share a room, despite knowing that itâs exactly what he swore heâd avoid doing the moment he laid eyes on you.
You open the door and enter, holding it open for Bradley so that he can bring in the luggage. He sets it down gingerly by the door and straightens his back to look around. The are two double beds against the wall and a large window with a spectacular view of the Santa Catalina range.
You flop down on one of the beds with a contented sigh. âYou know what, darlinâ? I am tired.â
Bradley watches you climb further up the bed and rest your head on one of the pillows. Heâs used to you calling him all sorts of terms of endearment at this point, but it still warms his heart each and every time you do. âNo dinner tonight, sweetheart?â he responds, adopting your speaking style on a trial basis.
You lift your head from the pillow. âLetâs just order in?â
You seem unfazed by the fact that Bradley just called you sweetheart. Meanwhile, heâs nearly thrown up from the anxiety itâs caused him. He resolves not to call you that â or any other overly-friendly name â ever again. âYeah, we can do that,â he responds casually. âPizza?â
You nod. âWith barbeque chicken.â
âYou got it.â
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âDid you always want to be an aviator?â you ask, taking a bit of pizza while dusting crumbs off the bedspread.
The two of you are sitting cross-legged atop one of the beds with the open pizza box between you. Bradley grabs another slice. âPretty much.â He doesnât really want to get into specifics, because that means being vulnerable, a state which Bradley does not much enjoy.
âInteresting.â
âWhat about you?â he asks. âWhat are you studying?â
âMath.â
Bradley nearly chokes. For some reason, he expected something less cerebral. âAre you going to be an accountant, or something?â he asks with a smirk.
You frown slightly. âI sure hope not.â
âWell, what do you want to be?â
âA good person,â you respond thoughtfully.
Bradley lowers his pizza and stares at you. âYou are a good person,â he says hoarsely.
You shrug. âI have my days.â
âI mean, I donât know you very well,â Bradley reasons. âBut you seem great. Much better than your brother.â
You laugh and lower your gaze. âArenât you a sweetheart?â you say warmly.
Bradley can feel his heart pounding like a double bass drum. The only sweetheart in this room is you and he can hardly keep that to himself. To think that you might be doubting your own integrity is affecting Bradley on a near-physical level. âYouâre a good person. Anybody who tells you otherwise is an idiot,â he states.
You smile, still looking downward. âThanks.â
âYou donât need to thank me.â
You place your half-eaten slice of pizza back into the box and fall back into the pillows, sighing dramatically. âIâm stuffed!â
Bradley, whoâs just taken his final bite, mutters around the crust in his mouth. âMe too.â He closes the pizza box and picks it up to set it onto the floor by the bed. Then, he moves to the other bed and lies down on his back with a weary exhale.
âHey, Rooster,â you call from your bed.
âHmm?â
âAre you a good pilot?â
Bradley turns onto his side to face you. âI think so.â
âMy brother said you were just alright,â you say.
Bradley snorts and throws a pillow at you. You laugh and then stuff the pillow in between your knees. âJokeâs on you, Iâm keeping this.â
Bradley adjusts his second pillow under his head and mutters, âYouâre welcome.â
âTomorrow you can choose what you want to listen to,â you say.
Bradley chuckles. What he wants to listen to more than anything is probably you.
âHey, Rooster,â you say quietly.
âHmm?â
âIs there any pie left?â
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I Wanna Feel Good Tonight
Sequel to âIâm just now feelin feistyâ
Masterlist
18+
Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x reader x Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw
Warnings: Explicit. 18+ only. Female reader. MMF threesome. Polyamorous relationship. Daddy kink. Mommy kink. Fingering. D/s themes. Actual Switch/sub this time!Rooster. Daddy dom!Jake. Actual switch/mommy!reader. Color system. Fingering. Oral(male and female receiving). Cum eating. Pegging. PWP.
You practically skip into the store Jake and Bradley stopped at. This was the third shop youâd been in and it wouldnât be the last, the novelty of going into a sex shop wore off quickly for the boys. The first shop you stopped in they were like kids in a candy store running from item to item and calling the other over to look at whatever they found next. You told Jake you didnât like any of the straps ons from any of the other stores so far but that was kinda slightly a lie. You didnât really care which one you had but if Jake and Bradley wanted to be mean to you the other day when you got in trouble for their poor time management skills then they can drive you all over to find the exact strap on you want.
You already knew which one you wanted, not that it terribly mattered much to you. You knew before you had even gotten into the car. You knew which shop it was, too. Were you going to tell them? Oh no. Making them drive all over was way too funny for you. Youâd stopped at the shop yesterday and picked it out while they were still at work. Both Bradley and Jake sighed each time you looked over the selection at each shop and deemed the options unsuitable for what you wanted. They couldnât say anything. Couldnât whine or complain. Just followed you back into the car to drive to the next store, grumbling under their breaths the whole way.
You had gotten into the car this morning with a whole list of every shop you could find in the general area near your house. It was at least 7 shops long. The last shop on your list was the one with the strap you already had decided you wanted. You just hoped none of the other ones had the same one so they didnât catch onto your game because you were going to every shop on that list no matter what. They wasted your time the other day and then punished you for getting bored so you can waste their time today. Happily.
Thankfully none of the shops ended up having it and so finally when Jake and Bradley took you into the last store you finally got to point out which one you wanted. It was black patent leather with rhinestones and came with an opaque ish clear dildo. Whatever the girliest option was, you wanted it. You were surrounded at home by all their âmanly pilot shitâ that they leave everywhere so you wanted something girly for you. You were a princess after all. If only the dildo was pink and had sparkles. Maybe the next one. Youâre sure you can find something with sparkles online. The girliness for you and not meant to emasculate them at all. Both Jake and Bradley were comfortable enough in their manlihood to not be bothered by colors or sparkles, sometimes both of them rocked sparkly pedicures when you got bored at home. Youâve been told they are the envy of the locker room at work.
You stood in line with your boys, holding hands with Bradley while Jake carried your new toy. The worker raised their eyebrow at the three of you when you got to the front of the short line, which you thought was weird, youâre sure they see all sorts of people, couples, groups, etc roll through their shop on a daily basis. Maybe the worker was just trying to figure your dynamic out. Nobody usually can. You kinda wanted to ask what they think it is. Sometimes the Dagger Squad likes to guess but none of you have ever told any of them how your dynamic actually works. They tend to guess wrong, assuming Jake is a bratty sub and Bradley doms Jake and then most often they guess that you domme them both. Assuming probably due to Bradleyâs size and demeanor and the sass that oftentimes flows out of both your and Jakeâs mouths and the way both of your boys follow after you all the time. Even the other day the whole squad asked Bradley and Jake if they were done pouting from the night before when you flirted with that guy because they were all sure you put them in their place and not the other way around at all.
When the worker handed Jake the bag, they told you all to have a nice day and, âHave fun!â which made Jake blush bright red and Bradley laugh. You grinned. Now you really wanted to ask what they thought. Youâre sure whatever vibe you three give off isnât correct which you really enjoy. In your relationship Bradley doesnât have to be the stoic leader he tends to portray at work (or so youâve heard) plus the show off-y/golden retriever-y personality thatâs often seen at the hard deck. Instead Bradley just gets to follow Jakeâs orders and gets to be taken care of and showered in as much love as he wants by both you and Jake, never having to try and impress either of you. Only sometimes does Bradley want to step up and take you on, usually as a way to get rid of excess energy or a way to work through things going on in his head which youâre happy to help with. Jake gets to have the control he craves and gets to dote on the both of you, handling everything like his type A personality wants. He is the end all be all of your relationship. The perfect daddy for you both. And you, well you donât have to do anything if you donât want to. You tend to take a more passive role. Most often the epitome of pillow princess if the sass doesnât come out which it often does. Jake loves when it does though. Using the strap on would be your first venture into the more active role. You were excited, especially if you did in fact get to fuck Jake eventually. Bradley doesnât even get to do that often and even then Jake is still domming from the bottom. Youâre hoping to maybe change that. Get him out of his head potentially.
You could barely contain your excitement to get home. Just in the last store you had smacked Bradleyâs ass a total of ten times before Jake told you that you needed to stop and shot you a look that said âIf you donât stop youâre going to regret it.â As you looked at the dildos you quietly asked Bradley questions like âIs this the one you want inside you?â and âWouldnât this one feel so nice?â Bradley may have remained mostly quiet in the store giving off a more stoney facade but Jake and you both noticed the slight glassiness to Bradleyâs eyes by the time you all headed back home. Youâre sure the worker thought he was holding your hand to keep you under control or something, when in reality you were holding Bradleyâs to lead him where you wanted and to keep him close to you and Jake. He likes to be close to you and Jake when his mind goes a little fuzzy and you love being the person he wants to snuggle up to.
It didnât take long for you all to return home. The last store you went to was the closest to your house, not even five minutes away. When Jake realized that he raised an eyebrow at you and you just smiled sweetly back at him then blew him a kiss while he shook his head at your shenanigans. You really thought he would have caught on quicker than that. Must be losing his touch.
When you all arrived home, you raced into the house with your bag while Jake and Bradley got out of the car and into the house at a normal speed, Bradleyâs mind came back to himself on the car ride home.
By the time they made it into the house together, you had already slipped the strap on onto your body over your clothes. You giggled as you swung your hips side to side watching the dildo swing to and fro. Both Bradley and Jake started laughing when they walked in the house and saw what you were doing.
âHow do you guys not do this all the time? This is so amusing,â You said as you continued swinging your hips.
Jake shrugged, âThe amusement wore off after a while. I donât know about Bradley but I stopped doing stuff like that when I was like 15.â
Bradley laughed, âWhat are you talking about? You literally yelled for me to come into the bathroom the other day because you were holding your towel up by your dick and you were so proud of yourself.â
âSomeone needed to see!â Jake said gesturing to his crotch. âIt was awesome!â
Bradley laughed again, shaking his head at Jake then walked over to you when you stopped moving your hips and batted at the dildo causing it to pull down then bounce back up.
âThatâs a pretty impressive dick you got there, baby,â Bradley said with a grin as he wrapped a hand around it and wiggled it around.
You shrugged and tried to keep from laughing as he wiggled it, âI know. We all knew I would have an impressive dick. Mickey said that I just scream big dick energy.â
Jake laughed from behind Bradley, âWas that when he was asking you about fucking us?â
âWhy are your friends so interested in our sex life?â You asked as you looked between the two of them, leaning slightly to look around Bradley to Jake. âAnd why do they always ask me? Why canât they ask you two awkward questions.â
âBecause itâs an abnormal relationship, not to us of course, but you donât generally know of people being polyamorous so theyâre naturally curious and thereâs different types of poly relationships so even if they did know of one they might not have all been together like we are. Plus, they all try and get us to tell them about it all the time but we donât say anything so theyâre hoping to wear you down. Youâre probably the most likely to spill the beans, babe,â Bradley said and then kissed the top of your head then nuzzled his face into your hair.
You huffed and stomped your foot, âAm not! Jake never shuts up! Heâs most likely!â
Jake smirked as he walked over to the two of you and swatted your butt, âYou wanna watch what youâre sayin there, princess? Or do you want to get in trouble again? Either way Iâm happy to oblige.â
You scowled at Jake and raised your middle finger up at him, âDonât be an ass. Itâs not cute.â
âWasnât trying to be cute,â Jake grumbled and furrowed his brow.
Bradley stepped between the two of you and wrapped himself around you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck, while he shuffled you farther into the house, âIf we could not have fight that would be appreciated. I donât want to explain to our coworkers how I had to kick Jakeâs ass because you two started a fight.â
You grinned and squished your face against his and nuzzled cheek to cheek, âAww, you would fight Jake for me?â
Bradley nodded and kissed your cheek, âMama Carole would come back to haunt my ass if I let anything happen to you.â
You both could hear as Jake scoffed, âI would never try to punch our girl, Bradshaw. Nor hurt her in any way she didnât want. You should both know that. Same goes for your ass, too.â
Bradley turned back to Jake and shrugged, âI donât know that. Youâre a wildcard, Seresin. Gotta defend my girlâs honor.â
âSheâs my girl too!â
Bradley wrapped his arms back around you and lifted you up to throw you over his shoulder, âNot right now sheâs not.â
You giggled despite a dildo being squished directly into your belly as he settled you on his shoulder and took off running with you up the stairs.
âGirlfriend stealer!â Jake yelled as you heard him hot on Bradleyâs heels. You looked up and he was almost within touching distance quickly, as Bradley made it to the top of the stairs before he wrapped his arms around Bradleyâs middle to slow him down and pulled Bradley back towards himself as he dug his heels down.
âNooooooo! Sheâs mine!â Bradley yelled and held onto you tight as he was slowed down, dragging Jake a little before finally coming to a complete stop.
âNow Iâve got you both right where I want you!â Jake said then grinned as he walked around to Bradleyâs front with his arms still wrapped around his middle and kissed him.
âIn the hallway?â You asked cheekily then squeaked as you felt a hand come down onto your ass.
âYes, you brat, in the hallway, thatâs clearly what I meant,â Jake said and you just knew he rolled his eyes when he said it, not that you could see. The only view you currently had was the floor and Bradleyâs back and butt, not that youâd ever complain about that. You were quite fond of that butt. Jakeâs too.
You could hear Jake and Bradley once again kissing, so you reached down and pinched Bradleyâs butt.
âOww!â Bradley said and reached around to rub the spot you pinched. âOkay, sheâs all yours. Not sure I want her anymore.â He leaned down slightly and slid you off his shoulder and onto your feet, in between himself and Jake.
âThatâs not even true. You love me,â you said and pouted up at him.
Jake wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him, âNo, no. Youâre all mine now. I get to love you exclusively.â
You watched as Bradleyâs eyes got big and a pout formed on his lips, âNo! I take it back. Sheâs mine too! We can share.â
âWhat if I donât want to share?â Jake asked as he kissed the side of your head.
âTough shit,â Bradley said as he stepped closer to the two of you and leaned down to kiss you.
You giggled against his lips, these childish fights were one of the reasons you loved these two so much. It was never boring in your house. Jake and Bradley apparently used to have a rivalry between the two of them, not that you were around for any of that, and had put it in the past but that didnât mean they didnât still poke fun at each other. Even when they started dating each other before you can along, they would playfully tease each other and keep the rivalry going playfully. It increased when they met you. You actually gave them something to compete over, not that you were a trophy or anything, they just thought it was funny to try and one up each other. They had been doing it since the start of the relationship.
You happily kissed him back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned down and ran his hands down your back, between you and Jake, and grabbed the inside of your thighs and hefted you up. You wrapped your legs around his middle while his hands rested on your butt. He took steps backwards until he pulled you all the way away from Jake and then pulled his face away from you and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He threw you on the bed, resulting in a scream from you, and jumped up onto it beside you and laid on his side with a hand holding his head up and a grin plastered on his face.
Jake came running in after you both, throwing the door open to find Bradley relaxing on the bed and you laughing as hard as you can.
âNice of you to join us, Jake,â Bradley said as he grinned.
Jake rolled his eyes, âYou think youâre slick?â
Bradley nodded, âI do and it was.â
Jake shrugged and walked towards the bed, âYouâre right. That was actually impressive. I wasnât expecting that.â
âIf you knew what was happening that would have defeated the purpose, babe,â Bradley said and flopped onto his back and held his arms out towards Jake. Jake laughed and flopped down on top of Bradley which made Bradley make a soft âooofâ noise.
Bradley smiled and wrapped his arms around Jake, one hand finding itâs way into Jakeâs hair where he started to lightly scratch. Jake moaned in happiness and buried his face in Bradleyâs chest placing an arm along either side of Bradley.
You watched as the two of them loved on each other. For as much teasing that happens between the two of three of you, heck the three of you, thereâs also an enormous amount of love as well. With the type of dynamic that works for the three of you in the bedroom, there has to be a huge amount of trust and youâve all certainly attained that together and fallen deeply for each other in the process.
You smiled as Jake held out a hand to you, clearly not wanting you to be left out. You placed your hand in his and he started to pull at your hand until you scooted your body closer and closer until he could put his arm around you and pull you against Bradley and him.
âMuch better,â Jake said into Bradleyâs chest. Bradley chuckled and placed a hand in your hair as well, scratching at your scalp. You closed your eyes and sighed happily. There was nothing better in the world than this. Not a thing. It was perfect.
âThe fuck is poking me?â Jake said as he lifted up slightly and looked down. âOh shit, I totally forgot you had that on.â He poked at the dildo that was still in the harness sat on your hips.
âOh yeah! I kinda forgot I had that on too,â you said and wiggled your hips.
Bradley took a deep breath, âS-stop that!â
Both you and Jake looked up to see Bradleyâs eyes closed then looked at each other, a grin played on both of your lips.
âAww, puppy, I can feel you getting all excited,â Jake said as he rolled his hips against Bradleyâs body which caused a whimper to fall from Bradleyâs lips.
Jake pushed himself up until he was straddling Bradleyâs hips and looked down at the other man who blinked his eyes open to look up at Jake and groaned seeing him straddling him and placed his hands on Jakeâs hips.
Jake rolled his hips once, grinding his hips on Bradleyâs, then looked towards you, âPrincess, were you gonna fuck puppy with your clothes on? Because if not why donât you head into the bathroom and get ready.â
You nodded then rolled off the bed. You took one last look at your two boys, Jake had leaned down to start kissing Bradley while you got off the bed, he had linked their fingers together and put them beside Bradleyâs head on either side. Jake pulled away from Bradleyâs lips to wink at you and blow you a kiss before he leaned back down.
You giggled before heading into the bathroom. You looked down at yourself. Did you want to keep any of your clothes on? The three of you have watched pegging porn previously, to see if that was something you all would be into, and sometimes the women kept their clothes on but not always. You decided to keep your bra and underwear on but take your shirt and jeans off. You slipped the strap on back up over your hips and tightened into position. You looked at yourself in the mirror. It was weird seeing a dildo attached to yourself but amusing nonetheless.
You stepped back out into the bedroom and saw a naked Jake kneeling beside the bed behind a naked Bradley who was bent over the bed. Jake had three fingers sliding in and out of Bradley while Bradley moaned and whimpered.
Jake smiled when he noticed you come back into the room, âHi princess.â
âHi daddy,â you said as you walked over and stood next to Jake.
Jake smacked Bradleyâs ass, âOn the bed, puppy. Hands and knees.â
Bradley scrambled onto the bed and got into position. Jake climbed up on the bed after him and used one hand to press Bradleyâs chest down onto the mattress then held out a hand to you.
You took his hand in yours and followed as he gently pulled you towards them, âI think this is going to be the easiest position for you.â He guided you behind Bradley and had you climb up onto the bed and kneel up behind him. âItâs okay if you get tired or want a break, okay?â
You nodded.
âI need words, princess,â Jake said as he slid a hand down Bradleyâs back, who shuddered from the touch.
âYes daddy. I understand,â you said.
Jake smiled and leaned forward to kiss you then helped you shimmy your body as close as can be behind Bradley, âColor puppy?â
Bradley turned his face to the side, âGreen.â
âColor, princess?â Jake then asked you.
âGreen. Color, daddy?â You asked Jake looking at him.
âGreen. Go ahead, princess, make puppy feel good,â Jake said as he helped you line up with Bradleyâs hole.
Bradleyâs eyes widen as you push in and you hear something mumbled into the sheets that he bunched up near his face.
Jake reached over and pulled Bradleyâs head up by his hair, âWhat was that, puppy?â
Bradley shook his head and whined.
Jake nodded towards you, âPrincess, can you pull back out and push in again? I want to hear what puppy has to say.â
You nodded and followed Jakeâs instructions.
Bradley bit his lip to once again try and hold in the noise.
Jake softly pulled his lip from between his teeth, âPuppy, you know better. Stop that.â
Bradley took a deep breath, âK.â
You once again pulled out and pushed back in and you all hear exactly what Bradley had been trying to hide, âMommy!â
Jake grinned at you, âWell isnât this a fun development? Finding out all sorts of new things about puppy.â
Bradley whined and you ran a soothing hand over his back.
âIs daddy being mean to you, baby boy? What a mean daddy. Itâs okay, whoâs gonna take care of you, baby?â You asked.
âMommy,â Bradley gasped out quickly, breathing heavily.
You smiled. Yeah, you like this.
âGood boy,â you murmured to Bradley before you pulled your hips back slightly and pushed them back in causing a sharp inhale from Bradley.
You looked up and met Jakeâs eyes to wink at him before he shifted his gaze back to where you were entering Bradley.
Bradley whined and pushed his body back towards yours, âMommyâŚ. PleaseâŚ. Mommy!â
âWhat do you need, puppy?â You asked as you continued your soft hip movements.
âNeed more, please,â Bradley whimpered out. âPlease mommy!â
You ran both hands up his thighs teasingly before gripping onto his hips to help you push and pull easier, âWhat a polite boy.â
Jake laughed, âOf course heâs being all good for you, youâre the one fucking him.â
You shrugged as best as you could while still gripping Bradleyâs hips to keep a steady pace, âHeâs always a good boy. You pouting, daddy?â
âMaybe a little.â
You giggled, âDid I take your favorite toy away?â
âNo, my two favorite toys are busy with each other,â he said as he ran a hand along Bradleyâs back and rested it on the back of his neck which caused Bradley to look up at Jake.
âIâm sure puppy would be more than happy to include you. Itâd give him something to do with his mouth,â you said as you looked down at Bradley who was practically drooling on the sheets. He started nodding once he realized what you had said to Jake and made grabby hand motions towards him and whined.
Jake crawled up towards the head of the bed and placed himself in front of Bradley, âYou need something in your mouth, puppy?â Bradley enthusiastically nodded at that as he watched Jake come closer to him. You slowed your thrusts down as the two situated themselves. Bradley lifted up onto his hands as Jake scooted himself partially under Bradley. Bradley looked up to meet Jakeâs eyes, waiting for the go ahead, with his mouth falling open and tongue hanging out in anticipation. Jake nodded and Bradley quickly dropped down onto his elbows to partially take Jakeâs dick into his mouth, after letting some spit run down the length Bradley tightly grabbed what wasnât in his mouth causing Jake to moan as he threw his head back. You could see his thighs twitch as he stopped himself from thrusting forward into Bradleyâs warm, wet mouth.
You continued with your shallow thrusts until you could tell Bradley had started to get impatient. He started to push back towards you as he pulled his head up almost off Jake to tongue at his sensitive head which caused Jake to slip both hands into Bradleyâs curls as he swore. You knew from first hand experience just how great Bradleyâs mouth could feel and by the looks of it Jake was thoroughly enjoying himself. Bradley wiggled his ass at you before leaning forward to take Jake fully into his mouth.
You chuckled then thrusted into Bradley a few more times, harder, to check that Bradley wasnât going to choke or anything on Jakeâs dick. That wasnât what you wanted. At least not right now. You vaguely heard Bradley moan from around Jake which must have felt good since when you looked up at Jake, you saw him shudder.
âPuppy feel good, daddy?â You asked as you kept up with your new pace, starting to vary the direction you were thrusting from.
Jake nodded as he gripped Bradleyâs hair.
You giggled and ran your nails softly along Bradleyâs spine causing him to shiver.
You continued thrusting with very slight variations to the angle until you heard Bradley gasp and watched Jakeâs entire body go rigid.
âDoâŚ. Do that again, princess,â Jake panted out, barely opening his eyes to look at you.
âOkay, daddy,â you said as you made sure to make the dildo hit the same spot inside Bradley, you noticed as you did that Bradley was digging his blunt nails into Jakeâs legs which probably matched what Jakeâs nails were doing to Bradleyâs scalp.
You thrusted a few more times before Jakeâs entire body tensed and he shallowly thrusted into Bradleyâs mouth four times while he grunted a few times before relaxing with a sigh.
After he took a few breaths he pulled Bradleyâs head off him, which resulted in a whimper coming from Bradley as he tried to stay sucking on Jake. âNo, all done, puppy. Lift up,â Jake said and Bradley sighed before he licked Jake clean twice more before he was pulled off harder and Bradley finally fully relented with a pout. Jake scooted himself down farther until he was face to face with Bradley so he could kiss him, tasting himself on Bradleyâs tongue. Jake ran both hands down Bradleyâs back until he met one of your hands on Bradleyâs hip and wrapped the other around Bradleyâs dick. Bradley pulled his mouth away from Jake and buried his face as well as he could when Jake started to stroke Bradley in time with your thrusts hitting his prostate.
Bradley started to pant before he came with a shout, making his and Jakeâs stomachs a mess. You continued thrusting into Bradley until he slumped forward onto Jakeâs chest. Jake wrapped his arms around Bradley quickly and placed a kiss to his temple. You pulled out of Bradley slowly, still making the exhausted man whine as you did so but he was quickly shushed by Jake who snuggled him impossibly closer.
You got up and shimmied out of the harness before you headed into the kitchen to grab a snack and some waters then hurried back. You handed Jake a water which he took then shimmied himself and Bradley up a little so he could help Bradley take a few sips. You climbed up onto the bed and opened the banana to break it into smaller bite sized pieces which you held out in front of Bradleyâs mouth which he took slowly, each time being showered in praise by both you and Jake.
After his drink and his snack, Bradley was quick to fall asleep wrapped between both Jake and you. You ran your fingers through his hair while Jake held him firmly against his chest.
âDid you have fun, darlin?â Jake asked as he looked over at you.
You nodded, âYep! I think it was a very successful first time.â
Jake chuckled, âAgreed. Do you need anything? Are you all good?â
You nodded again, âIâm all good. This wasnât about me.â
âBut that doesnât mean you need to ignore your needs,â Jake said with a pointed look.
You shook your head, âI promise Iâm all good and I do not need anything but a nap.â
Jake sighed and reached up to brush some hair out of your face, âIâm getting you off when we wake up.â
âDeal,â you said with a giggle.
âLove you, baby,â Jake said as he blew you a kiss.
âLove you, Jakey. And Brad Brad. So much,â you said back.
Bradley mumbled something in his sleep that may have been âlove youâ but youâre not sure. You snuggled up to Bradleyâs back and kissed his shoulder before both you and Jake finally followed Bradley into dreamland.
You woke up a few hours later to both boys laying on your legs as they âquietlyâ (or so they thought) fought over who would get to wake you up with their tongue, both got annoyed at the other for being so loud but thankfully you knew exactly how to quiet them both resulting in two orgasms for you.
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drunk confessions
word count // 2.056k
pairing // jake âhangmanâ seresin x f!bradshaw!reader
summary // Youâve had enough of hiding your relationship with Jake, so you drink yourself a little courage and just screw it
warnings // established relationship. (slightly)drunk!reader, mentions of alcohol, lightweight reader, nicknames for reader (bubbles, sweetheart, etc.), Bradley is in big brother mode, the mission I mentioned isnât from the film, the pilots still live in their own apartments (all near the base) for this fic, soft!hangman (that man alone is a warning but him being soft???), affectionate Jake and a ton of fluff
a/n // This is the new version of "drunk confessions" from '22! I just changed the wording a little, but nothing of the plot has changed. I loved writing this two years ago and if anyone wants more Hangman, don't worry I have more to come because same haha Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the beautiful dividers â
(as always, please tell me if I missed a warning)
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You and Jake started dating almost a year ago when Bradley and him were together at Top Gun.Â
Rooster and Hangman had never been the best of friends, everyone knew that, so it was never the right moment to tell him about the two of you. The risk of Bradley being angry or perhaps even disappointed was too big. At least thatâs what you thought.Â
Jake understood why you didnât want anyone to know. And although heâd love to just scream it out into the world, that he was dating the younger Bradshaw, that he was without a doubt the luckiest man on fucking earth, he respected your decision.Â
Jake knew that youâd do the same for him without a question.
You wanted to tell Bradley eventually, just right now wasnât the right time. But the real question is, when was it really?Â
Jake had a hard time keeping away from you whenever you were at the Hard Deck with the team. You mostly spent your time at the bar with Penny, to keep her company and to catch up with the latest news - often involving your godfather.Â
She and Maverick were so obvious sometimes it made you chuckle, but you really hoped he wouldnât let her down this time. But Amelia and you would ensure that.Â
From your seat at the bar, you also had a perfect sight at the pool table. A lame excuse to stare at a certain blonde pilot all night.Â
Jake would always be the first to voluntarily get a new round of beers for the group, and no one complained about it. They were all so caught up in what they were doing, that no one noticed how he eyed you all night, ready to be by your side in seconds if anyone were to bother you.Â
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âHey Penny, sweetheart. Another round please!â he gave her a wink and shot her one of his handsome grins. Penny nodded with a smile in return and turned around to get seven cold beers for the young pilots.Â
âYou look smokinâ hot, baby.â he whispered to you as his bright eyes met yours. They had this glow in them every time he looked at you.Â
âYou donât look too bad yourself, Seresin.â you teased him with a wink.Â
âI can do way more than look good. Whatever you want, Bradshaw.â he grinned while his hand secretly found yours on the bartop, his broad frame shielding it from preying eyes.Â
You chuckled lightly, âOh really?â
âOh yeah, babe. You better wait for me when everyoneâs gone. I need to take ya home with me.â he flirted shamelessly in his southern accent you loved so much. Jake knew youâd do exactly that anyway, since you basically lived at his apartment at this point, but where would be the fun?
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Not even Phoenix knew about the two of you, so you could say both Hangman and yourself did a rather good job.Â
This time was different though.Â
They were all going to meet up at the Hard Deck tonight, for another night of pool, darts and what not. The next mission was in less than a week, and you just wanted to spend as much time with Jake as possible. Just like he wanted to with you.Â
Jake hated to keep his hands by himself when you were just a few feet away, playing darts with Fanboy or Bob. You never hid from them, after all, Rooster was your older brother. If you werenât talking to Penny, you spent your nights with them, laughing, drinking and chatting.Â
Not tonight⌠tonight would be different.
You met Penny at the bar in the late afternoon, to help her get everything ready before the first guests would come in. Amelia was staying at a friendâs house, so you gladly took over her part.Â
When everything was ready for the Hard Deck to open, you sat down at your regula seat at the bar.Â
Penny looked at you from the side while she turned on the lights underneath the bar. âCan I get you anything?â She asked, a hint of worry in her voice.Â
âCan I get a beer?â
âSure, sweetie.â Penny smiled gently. She put the bottle down in front of you, and you took a large sip.Â
âSo,â Penny started, putting her hands on the bar, arms on each side of your beer. âWhatâs on your mind, sweetheart? Youâve been out of it today.â You looked up at her, and she had this look on her face that gave you so much comfort. You knew you could tell her everything and sheâd keep it safe.Â
âI⌠Iâve been thinking aboutâŚâ Yeah, what exactly was it that you thought about ever since opening your eyes today?Â
You didnât even know. Not really.Â
You thought about telling Bradley about your relationship with his rival, screwing everything. But youâve also thought about keeping it to yourself just a little longer. The upcoming mission was creeping into your mind at every thought; What if they didnât make it? You didnât want to think about that more than just a second. Not about your brother nor Jake.Â
He would come back, and heâll be fine. This wasnât his first mission.
âI donât even know Penny, Iâm so confused.â you sighed and let your head fall into your crossed arms.Â
âYouâll figure it out, sweetheart. I know you will.â she said, caressing your hair. You lifted your head to look into her eyes, her kind smile calming your racing thoughts a little.Â
Not enough, though.Â
That night, you kind of ignored your limits of how much alcohol you could handle in one night. You got pretty much drunk. Not to a point where you could throw up or blackout, Penny was in charge of the bar after all, but the kind youâd be rewarded with a nice headache the next day and your mind to be pretty foggy.Â
Drinking wasnât one of your strengths. Thatâs why Jake liked to jokingly call you a lightweight, and he couldnât be more accurate with it.Â
Youâve been sitting at the bar for a good part of the night now. The team had already greeted you when they came in, asking you to come with them, but you declined, telling them youâd maybe join them later.
âPenny.â you tried to get her attention, a sudden certainty in your voice, âPlease excuse me. I have to go and get some kisses now.âÂ
âThatâs his boyfriend duty,â you said with a confident nod. âYou know, happy wife, happy life.âÂ
Penny had no idea how no one of the team could see the glances Hangman gave you. How he couldnât tear his gaze away from you even if he tried. If anything happened, heâd be there in a heartbeat. And those poor guys who tried to flirt with you were quickly intimidated by his death stare.Â
Penny just laughed. She had kept a close eye on you since your third drink of the night, the last two she gave you were non-alcoholic, but you didnât have to know that.Â
She ignored your choice of words at the saying, not changing âwifeâ to âgirlfriendâ with a chuckle and motioned you to go. âGo and tell Jake then.â You looked at her with wide eyes, âHow did yâknow Iâm talking about Jake?âÂ
Penny tilted her head with a smile, âSweetheart, I notice things.â she winked, âNow go and get your man.âÂ
The next thing you knew, you were trying to your boyfriend at the pool table.Â
âHey, Jake!âÂ
His head snapped in your direction at the use of his first name. You were the only one calling him that. And the first name basis got everyone elseâs attention as well.Â
âYeah?â he tried to not be too obvious. But his concern about how you were feeling was rising with every second.Â
You didnât stop at the pool table, but walked up to him. Until you stood right in front of him. You looked up into his bright eyes, filled with curiosity.
âI need kisses.â you told him with a pout, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was so thrown off by what you were saying, that he almost forgot the others around him.
Jake unwrapped your arms from his neck and placed his hand on your lower back. âI think you need some water and sleep, bubbles.â he couldnât suppress the small grin that grew on his lips.
âKisses?! What the fuck is-â Rooster started but was quickly interrupted by you, âOh for godâs sake shut up Bradley.â you hushed your brother in honest annoyance, turning to him.Â
âI love you, but Iâm sick and tired of hiding something from you thatâs important to me, just because Iâm scared of what youâll think or do.â
Hangmanâs gaze was a mix between shock and pride. That you just straight out told your brother and all of your friends standing around you, about the two of you. Not keeping it a secret anymore. He knew it took a toll on you, and heâd told you multiple times to just tell Bradley for your own sake.
âOh my godâ you heard Phoenix breath out a laugh, while the others couldnât find words, still shocked, while some of them were exchanging amused looks.
Bradley didnât. He looked back and forth between you and Jake, not able to process it all quite yet.
âSorry man, listen I-âÂ
âJust give me a second, okay?â Rooster cut Hangman off, stomping to the bar.Â
âLet him be,â you said while curling yourself into his side, hugging his arm close to your body, âHeâll be fine by tomorrow, the old drama queen.â Sober-you would probably be scared Bradley would be angry or disappointed.Â
Good thing you werenât sober right now.Â
âBabe, how much did you have to drink?â Jake whispered, as he bent down a little until his lips reached your ear.
âOhh, not that much.â you assured him as you tried to sound sober, looking up at his face, only inches away from yours.
He looked back to the bar, finding Pennyâs gaze. She mouthed something like âwaterâ easing Hangmanâs concern about your drunken state.
âLetâs get you to bed, huh, sugar?â he softly smiled at you. A real smile, one he had reserved for only you.Â
You instantly shook your head in disagreement, âI swear, Iâm not-â you yawned, âthat tired.âÂ
ââCourse you aren'tâ he mockingly smiled down at you.
âCâmon, on my back.â he ordered, putting his hands behind his back, ready to hold your legs for support. He bent down, and you tried your best to hop on his back. You wouldnât win anyway, and sooner or later - you preferred later - heâd carry you out the bar.Â
You rested your head on Jakeâs shoulder and wrapped your hands around his body. Your eyes already closing as the exhaustion betrayed you.
âWow, Hangman, nice one.â Coyote teased him, the others joining in with laughter. Who wouldâve thought Hangman had a soft spot.
âShut it, Coyote.â Jake said with a look that would make anyone run for the hills.
âSee you tomorrow, lover boy!â Phoenix joked.Â
You giggled on Jakeâs shoulder, âThatâs a good one!â you lazily turned your head in her direction and smirked, Phoenix and the others laughing back at you.
âYouâre supposed to be on my side.â Jake complained, giving your ass a little smack.
âHey.â you giggled, but did nothing in response. Your head ached a little, and you hadnât had the strength nor willpower to do so. Just relived to be carried, you let your head sink back on Jakeâs shoulder.Â
âI love you.â you whispered to Jake as he carefully sat you down on the passenger seat of his car. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes finding yours. Jake bent down to place a soft kiss on your lips and he smiled.Â
The slight smell of alcohol was surrounding you, but Jake couldnât care less. âI love you, and Iâll never let you go, thatâs for sure. Youâre all mine, baby.â he whispered back between small kisses, giving you goosebumps. His scent surrounded you as you wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him even closer. âGood.â you grinned and pulled him into another, longer kiss.
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AI-Less Whumptober 2023: 11. Fainting, 19. Left Behind, 23. Forced to Watch, 28. Oxygen Deprivation Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader (Raven) Summary: When there is a malfunction during training, Rooster is forced to watch as his world comes crashing down. Word Count:Â 1153 TW:Â Character Death, Oxygen Deprivation, Passing Out, Panic
Notes: Thank you to @topguncortez for looking this over for me! đ Part of @ailesswhumptober's event
Bradley groaned as he sunk down deeper into the rec room couch. He absolutely hated these training days. Most of the time he was stuck in this tiny room for hours just waiting for his turn to get into his plane and then he would maybe get an hour up in the skyâif he was lucky. And there was very little to pass the time in here besides one uneven foosball table, a handful of magazines from the mid-2000âs, and a radio connected to the planes currently in the air.Â
It wasnât so bad depending on who he was waiting with. But since they had downsized the Dagger squad, he was currently alone with Hangman as his only company. While the two of them had cleared the air and moved past most of their past grievances, it was still awkward hanging out one-on-one like this so they usually just kept to themselves. If only Bradley had been able to switch places with Coyote today. Then he and Hangman could have kept each other occupied while Bradley could have spent this waiting time with you.
It had been bittersweet when Phoenix was promoted out of the Dagger Squad. She more than deserved it but everyone knew the squad just wouldnât be the same without her. However, Bradley had been overjoyed when he learned you were selected as her replacement to fly with Bob.Â
He had first met you a few years ago when you were both stationed at the same base. It was instantly clear there was a connection between you and things had gotten pretty serious pretty quickly. However, when you found out you were being transferred a few months later, the two of you mutually agreed long distance wasnât for you and you parted on great terms. But ever since you joined the Dagger Squad, it was as if no time had passed and you both had picked things up where you had left off.Â
Neither one of you wanted to put much pressure on the relationship by talking about the future, but Bradley already knew that now that he had you back in his life, he never wanted to let you go again. He just hoped you felt the same way.Â
Ten minutes later, Bradley had just begun to doze off, lulled to sleep by the constant chatter over the radio, when suddenly Bobâs tone shifted, his words sharp with an edge of concern and nervousness. âHey, Raven, whatâs going on? Are you okay?â
âSomethinâs wrongâŚâ
Bradley bolted upright on the couch at the labored sound of your voice. Jumping to his feet, he tore across the room and snatched the radio receiver before anyone else could. It was highly frowned upon for those waiting in the rec room to use the radio, but Bradley didnât give it a second thought as he called out to you, âRae? Raven, whatâs happening?â
âRoo...Oxygenâs not workingâŚCa-canât breatheâŚÂ
No. That canât be right. The oxygen systems are always inspected before every flight to ensure something like this doesnât happen. You had been given the all-clear this morning along with everyone else. Yet as he continued to listen to the radio, it was abundantly clear that you were struggling for every breath.
âLt. Floyd.â Oh shit. Cyclone was monitoring training today. âIs your oxygen compromised?â
âN-no, sir. Itâs just Ravenâs.â
This was both good and bad news. On one hand, at least Bob wasnât also being affected and he would be able to stay alert and focused on the situation. But on the other hand, if something happened to you, there was little he could do to help. He didnât have any steering or altitude controls in the back seat and all emergency overrides were out of his reach.Â
Grabbing the radio, Bradley carried it over to the window so he could try and see what was happening. Luckily, there were a few clouds covering the worst of the sunâs glare and he could just make out the planes far off in the distance. Two were circling at a normal altitude, but the third seemed to be steadily climbing.
Cyclone must have noticed this too because his voice crackled out of the radio, âLt., drop altitude to below 10,000 feet immediately and return to baseâŚ..Raven? Do you copy?â
â....canâtâŚ.breatheâŚ.â
âWhy is she still going higher?â Hangman murmured as he approached the window to stand next to Bradley. Â
It seemed counterintuitive but Bradley thought he understood what was happening. Right now you wouldnât be thinking logically about how to fix the problem, youâd just be straining to get air into your lungs. He could almost see you with your arched back, wide eyes, heaving chestâŚ.and fist clenched tightly around the stick as you unwittingly climbed higher and higher.
But then your plane seemed to level out for just a momentâbefore it began to plummet towards the ground.
Hangman inhaled sharply, âOh my GodâŚâ
âRaven! Raven, wake up!â Bobâs voice was frantic as he cried out, âWeâre going in! Sheâs unconscious and thereâs no one on the stick!â
âNo, no, no, no!â Bradley screamed, his fist slamming into the window over and over. This canât be happening. This canât beâŚ
âAltitude dropping rapidly! Raven, please! Wake up! What do I do?â
âLt. FloydâŚeject.â
âWhat?â Bob sounded horrified at Cycloneâs command. âNo. I canât. I have to do something! I have to help her! Just tell me what to do!â
âThereâs nothing you can do but save yourself. Now eject. Thatâs an order.â
âButââ
Hangman snatched the radio receiver out of Bradlyâs hands and yelled, âBob, you have to punch out right now! Your chute wonât save you if you go much lower.â
âI canâtâŚI canât leave her.â
Hangman turned to Bradley, his face a mix of pain and sorrow as he held out the receiver. They both knew what needed to be done.
Squeezing his eyes tight to keep his tears from falling, Bradley grabbed the receiver and whispered, âDo it, Bob. Sheâd want you to.â
There was a momentary pause. Then, âIâm sorry.â
A loud bang blasted through the radio as the canopy was torn open and Bobâs seat jettisoned from the plane. Bradley looked out the window, his eyes scanning the sky until he just barely made out the tiny plume of color that had appeared as Bobâs cute deployed. It would be a rough landing, but he had ejected just high enough that he should be alright.
The same couldnât be said about you.Â
Bradley sank to the floor as your plane spiraled closer and closer to the ground, bile rising in his throat at the knowledge there was absolutely nothing anyone could do to save you now. All he could do was watch it happen.
Then, just before your plane slammed into the ground in a fiery explosion, he heard one final word whispered through the radio.
â...R-Rooster?âÂ
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Switch // Jake Seresin & Bradley Bradshaw
Part Two of Kink.com Summary: A year on and a catastrophic sub-drop later, Jake and Bradley do everything in their power to bring you back into the business.
Warnings: Jake Seresin x F!reader. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. SMUT!! BDSM-type scenes. Unrealistic representation of the porn industry but itâs what youâre getting. Overstimulation, orgasm denial, anal, double penetration, subspace x subdrop.
Word Count: 7k
Author Note: This is strictly porn with a plot. There is no critically acclaimed literature here. But vibrators are encouraged. Part One linked Here!
One Year Later:
âAnd how did you manage to score this gig beautiful?â Jake asked, winking as you sauntered into the break room. Leaning against the countertop, Jake's eyes were trained on the way the black lace corset your wore hugged your curvy silhouette in all the right places. Your hair pulled back in a slick as all hell ponytail and your makeup done to perfection. It was your mask, nobody could see how nervous you were underneath the thick layer of foundation that hid every pour and every imperfection. Everybody except Jake that was, heâd seen you at the lowest of lows. You were as easy to read as a childrenâs book.
âI guess someone pretty generous recommended me for the job.â You were quick to shrink before Jake's tall stature even if he was sitting on the countertop of the break room kitchen, instantly feeling smaller than the man who would soon be sitting pretty behind a camera as he watched you dominate his best friend, Bradley.Â
âDon't know what youre talking about?â Jake grinned ear to ear, his signature Hollywood smile made your heart skip a beat as he pulled you in to stand between his legs. You just sighed in response.Â
âDonât pretend you didnât have anything to do with this, I heard you and Bradley last week talking about how I needed to get back into the game.â Walking two of your fingers up from his lower abdomen to his chest â sadly clothed with a minimalistic white button-up. A real shame, you liked Jake Seresin better shirtless.
âYouâre gonna be great.â Jake jumped off the bench heâd been perched on as he purred, a small smirk gliding across his slightly scuffed cheeks as he watched you lick your lips with such confidence. The red a nice pop of colour amongst the sea of different tones of black that adorned your body.
âI am great, Seresin, always have been, always will be.â Jake's hands came to pull you closer by your ass â clothed in the leather skin-tight pants you had brought for the occasion. Wanting something to make you feel extra confident for your main return. This would be the biggest shoot since your not so amazing sub sense with Ryan Cherry-Louise, the good for nothing low life who nearly killed you with his vicious brutality. Safe to say he was never allowed to show his face in the industry again â blacklisted for life.
Long story short, it didnât go well. Either the guy wasnât given the changes or he ignored them. And he clearly didnât know how to actually deal with a submissive. You left the shoot that day feeling used, and useless, like you werenât good enough. You were in so much pain from hot wax and whippings and pinching, so deep in subspace you couldnât think properly.
Four days later, neither Jake or Bradley had heard from you. You hadnât read their messages or answered their calls and to say they were worried was an understatement. Jake had spoken to someone in the industry the day after you and Ryan filmed, and they said that the guy was a piece of shit. So naturally, they went to your house. The second you opened the door they both went into full panic mode, you were so clearly in subdrop, far deeper than either of them had seen you, and to be quite honest you were just a mess. The wax in your hair was enough to indicate you hadnât even showered since the shoot.
You had whip marks all down your back, and both Jake and Bradley were immediately pissed, knowing full well that you explicitly said no whipping anywhere but your ass, chest and legs in all your contracts because itâs too much for you when filming. The welts looked raw and close to infection.
âCan you look at me Y/n ? Jake cooed, waiting for you to turn and make eye contact, mumbling a signature good girl to your saddened expression when you did, âBradley is gonna get in the shower with you okay, help clean you up all good for us, and help treat those marks yeah? Iâm gonna make some phone calls, okay, beautiful?â Your small nod was enough, Jake gently leaned down and picked you up, walking to your ensuite.
While Bradley helped you shower, Jake, on the other hand, was making phone calls to every possible industry person he could think of, ensuring that the piece of shit never worked another fucking day in his life. People asked why, and he sharply explained that the guy had left you, a professional, Y/n fucking Lavender, uncared for, injured and in subspace, safe to say everyone was appropriately horrified and pissed off. But it wasnât an easy comeback. You almost left the industry entirely. But Jake had other plans.
âWhy donât you remind me how great you are?â Jake groaned as he leaned in to close the gap between the two of you â his hand wrapping around your ponytail, giving it a slight tug as you ghosted his lips. His perfect lips that had many times before been wrapped around your throbbing clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves that he loved to tease.
âYouâre just the cameraman today, someone else gets to have all the fun.â
âFun huh, is that what you call it?â Jake teased before he spun you around, whisking you up and placing you on the countertop â Standing between your legs as he smashed his lips against yours. Hungry for your touch, not wanting to wait any longer than a second to feel your lips on his. His cock aching with desire for you. tongues dancing with one another in the desperate and needy moment.
Your hand came to wrap around his neck, constricting his airways slightly â enough for him to stop his assault on your mouth and open his eyes, pulling away from you slightly as he shivered under your touch â your control.
âYou do as I say this time, Seresin.â Applying more pressure to Jake's neck as he moaned and shut his eyes. âAnd I say get behind the camera and try not to cream your pants.â Running your tongue across Jake's swollen bottom lip you felt him tremble. A small giggle escaping your mouth as you oh so enjoyed the way you felt so in control. âIâll deal with you when we get home, you and your other half too.â You smirked, pushing Jake away softly as you hopped off the countertop, swaying your hips with confidence as you looked back over your shoulder.
âDepending on how much trouble he gives me, something tells me I'll be gagging his submissive ass.â
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As much as you enjoyed being a submissive â especially for your favourite dynamic duo, you couldnât help the feeling you got when you were dominating. You loved a good workday which consisted of back to back girl on girl BDSM scenes, you knew how to please just as much as you knew how to tease. But it had been a while since you had really gotten your feet wet. You had dipped a toe in here and there, worked with a few friends and written a few scenes up but this would be your first day back as a permanent on the list of Kinks employees â if thatâs what you could call yourself.
After having cooled yourself off from your heated moment with Jake, you checked yourself in the mirror once more before you sauntered out to the set, a very tied and bound Bradley Bradshaw awaiting your entrance â for someone who never subbed he was extremely excited to have you be his dominatrix for this evening. Honestly, a blessing if he was being honest â heâd watched your work, seen your skills but heâd never experienced it in all the time youâd particularly lived together.
Ever since youâd met Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw, the relationship you shared grew quicker than the blink of an eyeâyou were honestly a power trio. Although you had an apartment of your own you found yourself spending more and more time in either Jake's or Bradleyâs bed - sharing you, like their little toy. But a very loved and cared for toy.
Bradley sent a devilish smirk your way, you noticed his hard cock twitch against his perfectly chiselled lower abdomen as you walked closer towards him. His wrist and ankles tied to the wooden chair surrounded by a few studio lights and your selection of torturous toys.
With Jake situated behind the camera, on-site reading Bradleyâs face for his signs of distress - a job he saw pointless due to the fact you would never go too far. You cared too much, especially since your mistreatment. You always made sure to triple check the sense, read the contract twice, memorise the doâs and dontâs and recite the safe word. Bradley was no exception to the rule.
âAnd what do we have here?â You Purred. Running your nails up Bradleyâs arm that were tied behind his back to the old wooden chair. âIsnât this a twisted turn of events.â Your smile was wicked and beaming with glee. You were so excited to tease and torture Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw after all the times heâd denied you.
He didnât speak when you wrapped your hand around his thick throat - whispering in his ear.
âWhy donât you tell everybody who I am Bradley?â Forcing him to look up into the camera as the hairs on the back of his neck stood to attention.
âMistress'â He whined. The same hand that restricted his airways coming up to slap his slightly scruffy cheek softly - But still with enough force to leave a sting in its path.
âArenât you a good little boy?â You teased - the sound of your heels clicking against the floor echoed off the walls as you sauntered around him. Dropping down before him to get eye level with his cock. The cock which had destroyed you many times prior. The cock which gave him the nickname akin to wellâa massive cock.Â
Wrapping a hand around his shaft as the camera panned - Bradley let out a timid hiss. Your hand was cold against the vein that ran from the bottom of his shaft to the tip. The same tip that was red and sensitive as you circled your finger softly around it.
âSâokay Bradley, tell mistress what you want.â You cooed as you started your slow stocksâ beginning to milk Bradleyâs cock. He hadnât cum in a week. A requirement for a submissive sense like this. His balls were already so tight, so full. Your other hand coming up to softly fondle them as you bobbed down in front of him - balancing on your heels.
âWanna cum m-mistressâ Bradley sighedâhis head leaning back as he exhaled deeply. The feeling of your hand working his cock feeling like heaven. But you stopped.
âNot so fast.â You hissed, coming up to squeeze Bradleyâs cheeks together as you straddled his lap - his cock sitting nicely between your thighs. âSuckâ You ordered as you shoved your index finger into his mouth - Bradleyâs tongue working circles around the digit.
âYou're my toy.â You spat, making sure Bradleyâs eyes never left yours - remembering to read him, make sure he was okay. He was most definitely okayâhis only problem was holding back his load, already ready to explode with the softest touch. âI own you, youâll cum when I say and when I say it better be a big load I mean it or else Iâm putting you in a cage.â Pulling your finger out of Roosters mouth as you pushed off. âUnderstand?â
âYes, mistress!â Bradley sighed as you walked awayâhis cock twitching for your touch as he watched you go through all your toys, only settling for the gag. A smirk dawned on your face as you sauntered back and placed the red ball in Bradleyâs mouth from behind him - securing it in place before working quickly to wrap your hand around his length and begin your milking process.
Bradleyâs moans filled the room. They echoed off the walls and made your clit tingle between your legs. It wasnât every day you got the opportunity to dominate over Bradley Bradshawâhis best friend was the reason behind it. Jake had set the entire thing up with kink, knowing that you needed something special to help bring you back.
But he was jealous - oh so jealous of his best friend. Watching from behind the camera as you made Bradley squirm - practically try and jump from his restraints. Twitching and whining as you teased his sensitive cock.
Jake wished it was him, wished so badly that he was the one under your control. He had started to believe his feelings ran deeper than the initial attraction he had towards you, having gotten to know you over a prolonged period of time, having helped you recover and get back to normal. He was desperate to get his hands on you, a jealous ball forming in the pit of his stomach as he watched on.
âAre you gonna cum for me Bradley? Huh, are you gonna cum all over my hand?â You teased as you continued jerking Bradley off. His arms near bursting through the ropes as his entire body tightened. The vein in his neck bulged as his face turned a deep shade of red. He was ready to blow.
âYou hold it, you donât have my permission to cum.â Squeezing Bradleyâs balls as he whimpered. He couldnât control it - his cock twitching uncontrollably as a tiny spirit left his tip. âNaughty boy.â You sighed, letting go and standing up completely as you shook your head. Watching Bradley cum - ruining the first orgasm heâd had in a week.
A little saliva had dripped down his scruffed chin from the gag - you couldnât help it. Smirking as you ran your finger through the mess he made on his perfectly toned abdomen - collecting some as your other hand worked to release the gag.
âTasteâ You ordered as Bradley took your index finger in his mouth again - only this time it was not only the taste of you he was swallowing, it was his own cum. His mess. âGoodâ boyâ You ran your hand through his slightly sweaty hair. His eyes filled with the need for praise. âYou made such a mess for mistress, but I forgive you.â Bradleyâs eyes closed with relief as he found comfort in your words. A smirk plastered on your face as you ran your manicured thumb across his bottom lip - smearing his cum across it like gloss.
âBut youâre still getting the cage.â
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Y/n!!â Bradley shouted after you as you ran into the house, squealing as he was hot on your heels. âGet it off!â
âNo! You came without permission Bradley fucking deal. with. it!â You shouted as you ran into the kitchen - a butter knife in your hand as Bradley rounded the corner after you. Eyes wide when he saw you had a weapon.
âReally? Kinda over dramatic donât you think?â His eyebrow raised as he stood there - watching your face turn upwards slightly into that smug smirk.
âIâll do itâ You teased. âDonât tempt me, Bradshaw.â
âJust unlock the fucking thing! It hurts! I need to fucking jerk off because you just had to be a bitch and ruin it!â Bradley pleaded as you laughed.
âAlright! Alright, Iâll take it off.â You tried talking as you caught your breath, still laughing at Bradleyâs predicament. You sauntered down the hall into Bradleyâs room - fishing the key from your back pocket as he raced in after you. Unbuckling his belt as he walked.
âYouâre evil, you know that right?â He sighed as his dress pants dropped to his knees, his briefs quickly following as Bradley stood in front of you as you sat comfortably cross-legged on the side of his bed. âJust you wait till tomorrow princess.â He smirked as you worked to unlock the metal cage that clothed his flaccid cock.
âOh yeah? Talk dirty to me Bradshaw, tell me more.â You raised an eyebrow at Bradley. Biting your bottom lip as you slid the cage from his cock. Instantly his cock started to thicken, started to grow as the blood rushed through his veins down to the place he needed it most.
Bradleyâs hand went straight for his shaft, gripping his recently freed member with a sigh of relief as he began pumping himself - Standing before you. It was most definitely a sight youâd never get tired of.
âNeed some help?â You offered as you reached out to grab his balls, playing with them softly as Bradley groaned in response - not sure if he should allow it or deny it.
âN-noâ He stuttered. âStill mad at you.â He breathed out as you uncrossed your legs and got off the bed, Bradley wasting no time in taking your place.
âYouâre such a bitch Bradshaw, maybe learn to last a little longer?â You teased as you threw the cock cage up in the air before catching it like a baseball.
âFuck you Y/n.â Bradley laughed as he pumped his shaft aggressively fast. You couldnât help but bite your bottom lip - holding back a small moan as you watched his hand move up and down his beautiful thick cock, the tip so pink and sensitive from your recent torture.
âTomorrow.â Was all you said before you shut Bradleyâs door - only to run straight into Jake.
âJesus Hangman! Give a girl a fucking heart attack!â You held your chest feeling your heart beating at an incredible rate. The new nickname falling from your lips effortlessly, like it had been designed only for you.Â
âYou were right.â His voice was low and raspy as he walked closer to youâpushing you up against the wall as one of his hands held your hip while the other softly wrapped around your throat. Something he knew you loved more than anything. âYou are great, but I think I want a demonstration.â Jake's lips attached themselves to your neck right below your ear. Sending a flood wave of arousal to your core. If there wasnât already a tsunami there after seeing Bradley get himself off.
âIâll need a volunteer.â You whispered as Jake picked you up. Your lips meeting his in a lust-filled kiss. His tongue dancing with yours as he blindly carried you away from Bradleyâs bedroom door back to his, where you would spend the night in a twisted mess of limbs and sheets.
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Sex was your job. Itâs what paid your bills and provided you with all your nice materialistic things. Sex was different on and off camera - even if you only ever had sex with the same two people for the past few months.
It was no secret in the industry that since your horrid treatment with Ryan that you had gone exclusive with the pair of best friends and them? You. If one company wanted to book you for a scene? They either booked Jake or Bradley or both. Kink had signed you on as a permanent but they still allowed you to book jobs with other porn companies as long as it didnât conflict with your standing schedule. Which led you to this... two scenes... one day.
âSo Iâm a student and you're playing what? My teachers?â You asked as you read over the plot for your first shoot. Something for CUM4K. Not typically your style but Jake had always encouraged you to branch out and take on projects you normally wouldnât. He wanted you to feel comfortable in the industry again â and what better way than to feel comfortable by taking a job with Jake Seresin where he gets to fuck you one on one?
âPretty sure thatâs what the script said.â He mumbled as he turned right â something Jake did that was always a weird turn on was the way he only drove with one hand. Heâd turn the wheel with his palm and it always looked so effortless. âIâve never worked for them before so itâll be a first for both of us.â
Jake was right, it was a first for the both of you. There were no ropes or whips. Not chains or gags. Just a set that looked like a classroom. You walked around the set for a moment while the camera crew set up their stations. This was different. It made you incredibly nervous. But you had Jake and if you knew anything it was that not only would he fuck you good but heâd take care of you.
âReady?â Jake asked as his hand fell to the small of your back.
âAs I'll ever be, let's do this.â You smiled, turning to look at Jake as he drove, watching as he leaned over a little to place a small kiss to the apple of your cheek, leaving a rush of heat in its wake.
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The camera rolled and you entered the room. Two pigtails atop your head as a skanky school girl outfit clothed your curvy silhouette. a cherry lollipop in between you recently glossed lips. Jake sat behind the teacher's desk looking all kinds of mad. Furrowing his eyebrows as you swayed your hips, walking towards your designated desk. It was always fun to play make believe.Â
Even though the scene had read that you were late for an afternoon detention, you knew you looked overly excited to be here.
âSorry, Iâm late Mr. Seresin, I was taking care of an issue I had.â You giggled as you pulled the lollipop from your mouth with an overexaggerated pop.
âNo talking Miss. Lavender.â Jake growled. âJust pull out your work and get started.â
You did as we were told with a smirk plastered on your face. The cameras zooming in as you pulled out a body wand from your bag. Jake's eyes widening at the sight. He knew what was happening, but Jake knew how to work a character for the sake of the camera.
âWhat the hell is that?â He snarled, getting up from behind his desk and walking over to where you sat a giggling mess.
âWhat Iâd usually work with at home?â You cooed with a curious tone. âWanna see what Iâve taught myself Mr. Seresin?â You asked with a wicked smile as you got up from your seat and walked over to his desk â your ass cheeks practically hanging out of the tiny plaid school skirt. In a normal situation any teacher with a moral compass would have stopped you, most likely get the principal involved and have you expelled for trying to seduce a teacher. However, this was pron. And anything can happen in porn.
You sat on top of the desk and spread your legs, revealing you had no panties on. The âissueâ you had previously mentioned being you had soaked them thinking of all the things youâd do to Jake. your âteacherâ. Biting your bottom lip you placed the vibrator in between your soaked folds on high speed. Causing your thighs to tremble and your jaw to open wide.
âOhhâfuck!â You moaned as the camera panned to capture you in all your beauty. Masturbating on the teacher's desk in detention like the little schoolgirl slut you were pretending to be. Jake grew harder in his slacks as he approached you.
âI guess I could think of another type of punishment, something more tailored to your needs Miss. Lavender.â Jake hissed with conviction in his tone as he watched you tremble at the feeling of the vibrations right against your clit. His hands working to unbutton the white button-up shirt you wore to reveal you werenât wearing a bra. Your perky tits on full display.
Dipping his head with a soft moan Jake attached his lips to your nipple â his hand coming down in a brisk motion to smack your other tit. A sharp stinging sensation radiating over the skin his hand had contacted.
âYes-!â You sighed allowed with a wild smirk as you worked yourself towards your first orgasm. Moving your hips in motion with the vibrator as Jake continued his assault on your chest. His tongue rolling over the perky buds as you moaned at the approach of your first orgasmâthe vibrator doing its job and doing it quickly.
âYess sir! Watch me cum for you.â Pleading as Jake watched with dark eyes as you came for him. He hadnât even touched you yet.
With a quick change in positions and a little time between takes the next thing you knew you were on your backâlegs thrown up over Jake's shoulders as he tapped his cock against your clit.
âI bet your so fucking tight Miss. Lavender? How about I test that theory?â Jake moaned as he slid his cock inside your pussy. Your head fell back as he bottomed outâonly giving you a few seconds to stretch out before he began thrusting his now arousal coated cock in and out of your slick folds.
âUghâ! Fuck yesâ!â He moaned.
âGod fuck Mr Seresin h-harder!â You whimpered as you reached down to rub your trembling clit. Already one orgasm deep you were oh so sensitive. Your wish was Jake's command, he fastened his pass and began fucking deeper and harder into youâbut you still needed more. With one quick motion - Jake pulled out, leaving your pussy fluttering around thin air. He pulled you up off the desk and laid himself down on his back - gesturing for you to hope on top. So you did. With your back to Jake's chest, he slid himself back inside you - holding your legs up under your knees and connecting his hands behind your head. Fucking fast and hard into your stretched out cunt.
âOohhh m-my god!!â You whimpered as you rubbed your clit. âMr Seresin! Fuck! Yess fucking my pussy sirâ!âÂ
âYou love this fucking cock donât you baby girl? Always such a slut, I know youâve been with nearly every teacher here.â He growled in your ear - feeling you clenching around him he knew you were close. So was he, he was gonna spill a load inside you for that close up he knew they needed. It was their brand after all.Â
âNone as good as your sir!â Your legs trembled and Jake bucked his hips - his balls so tight as he twitched, feeling his orgasm ravaging through his bodyâpooling at the base of his shaft. âFuck im gonna flood this tight little cuntâ ahhhhhhâyes yes yes.â Spilling his seed deep inside your fucked out pussy as you worked yourself to your own high. So much liquid spilling from you as Jake fucked his cum deeper and harder inside you as you rubbed your fingers across your throbbing clit. It was such an intense orgasm.Â
âMmmm show them how much cum you took you fucking slut.â Jake growled through gritted teeth as he squeezed your ckeeks as he slowly pulled out, the camera zooming in to see his cum dripping from your core. Near white from the volume he produced. âPush it out of them.â Jake ordered and you did just that. Pushing his cum from your core. A thick cream pie before someone yelled cut.
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You and Jake booked it through the lobby of Kink, not even stopping to wave at the receptionist who directed you both to the elevator that would take you to the floor Bradley was already waiting on. Both barely dressed after you had raced out of the shoot with the CUM4K crew.
Once in the elevator - you both let out a sigh as you looked at the time. You still had six minutes to spare.
âSee! Told you weâd make it!â You laughed as you leaned against the wall.
âYouâre still dripping cum Y/n and I didnât get to make sure you were alright before we had to leave.â Jake ran his hand through his hair as he cornered you. Resting his forehead against yours. âAre you alright?â
âPromise Iâm fine, that was so vanilla Jake.â You bit your lip as you watched his emerald eyes scanned every inch of your face. Wanting to make sure you were truly alright, scanning for any evidence, any sign of subspace that could be lingering behind your beautiful eyes. âYou really care though donât you?â You asked as you parted your lips.Â
âI think Iâm falling for you, more than I should be.â Jake admitted as the evaluator continued its journey up. Closing the gap that came between you as he stepped toe to toe with you, a gentle hand coming to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb softly caresses your supple cheek.Â
âI think, maybe I am too.â You were scared to admit it, that youâd unintentionally fallen in love with your coworker and friend, but as your eyes closed as Jake leaned in for a soft peckâit felt right to speak into existence. This kiss was different, it wasnât rushed or heated, instead Jake took his time, he kissed you like he wanted to kiss someone he wasnât in front of a camera with. It wasnât full of lust... but love.
Before you could really begin to comprehend what was happening the elevator dinged and doors went flying open - letting you both know you had one more job to finish before you could even begin to discuss the nature of your friendship or relationship? Whatever youâd call porn stars who fuck not only for money but off the clock as well. Co-workers who eat, sleep and breathe together.Â
As you both walked towards Bradley who sighed with relief when he saw you both, you couldnât help but let out a giggle at his frustrated demeanour.
âOneâ He started as he pointed to you. âIâm gonna fuck your brains out and two!â He pointed to Jake. âThe fuck are you guys late for? That shoot shouldâve been done an hour ago?â Jack laughed as he made up an excuse, a small jab at you.
âThis one wouldnât get off my dick bro sânot my fault.â
âOh! You wish, Mr. Seresin.â You teased as you walked away towards the bathroom to freshen upâleaving both Jake and Bradley to stare at your ass as you walked away.
âDid you tell her?â Bradley asked as he wrapped an arm around Jake who only sighed.
âKinda.â Is all he said before the producer came over for a quick rundown. Jake wished he had more time, but he knew heâd have all the time in the world to tell you how he really felt after he fucked your brains out with Bradley.
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When you first worked with the pair of best friends, Jake read through a list of questions he needed to know. If you were over eighteen? Your safe word? Your preferences? Your dislikes? Things off-limits? He knew everything now. They both did. So with every scene you did together they got to skip that part.
âThis good?â Bradley asked as he tightened the rope.
âGoing soft on me Bradley? You can tighten it more.â You cooed. You liked the banter you and Bradley could throw around. But he had a look in his eyes that said he had plans.
âOh,â he said as he tightened the rope âIâm definitely not soft.â
The scene started with you on your knees. Naked and blindfoldedâyour wrist tied in front of you with the classic bondage rope all three of you preferred to use.
Bradley walked over to you with a devilish smirk plastered across his beautiful face. His scruff made him look so much more irresistible. His moustache thick and tailored. But Bradley had a bone to pick. He was ready to dish out what you had served him yesterday.
Crouching down beside you, you already knew it was Bradley - you couldnât see him but you could smell the minty freshness of his breath. Remembering the mints heâd eaten right before shooting began.
âLook at you,â He snarled as he reached out to grab your chin. Only for you to pull away. You were feeling extra bratty. You were already fucked out from Jake and your patients had begun to wear increasingly thin.
Bradley squashed your cheeks together, forcing your lips to pucker as he drew you closer to him.
âAre you gonna be a fucking good girl? Or am I gonna have to show you what happens to naughty little girls who donât do as they're told?â He hissed before he spat in your face - pushing you away. Grabbing you by your hair before standing up. âUp!â He hissed as you got up on your feet - your heels clicking against the marble concrete.
You felt Bradley suspend you with something, hooking your wrist on either side of something. You didnât know it at the time but youâd find out later when watching the footage back that it was a giant hook. Without your heels on you wouldnât be able to touch the ground.
âNow, Iâm gonna ask again.â His voice was lower. Softer as you listened to him. He was walking around you, you could hear the position of his voice changing. But you didnât answer. Bad move. Because when you didnât answer Bradley slapped your bare chest with one of his favourite whips.
âAh! Y-yes! Iâll be good!â You cried. The sting radiating over your chest sent a wave of arousal dripping down your thigh. But someone was there to catch it - someone slowly dragged their index finger up the inside of your thigh before tapping your chin. Asking you to open your mouth which you happily did.
It was Jake. His arousal coated finger sliding past your plump lips. âGood girlâ He whispered as you tasted yourself before he pulled away. Bradley pulled back on his whip before hitting you once again.Â
âWhy donât you tell everybody who I am, Y/n?â Bradley smirked as he asked you the same question you asked him yesterday. When you were in control.
âMmm, sir!â
âVery good, Jake give her a treat.â Bradley ordered as Jack picked up one of your legs, a vibrator on low-speed dancing against your clit.
âOhhhh yesâ!â You sighed as you let your head dip. Jake slowly moved the vibrator around, hitting all the right points of pleasureâtingling in your feet to the tight sensation in your thighs.
Jake chuckled to himself as he turned up the intensity as you squirmed, Bradley lightly slapping your chest in a few consecutive whips as Jake held you around your stomach. Stopping you from moving.
Once again he turned up the speed, holding it right against your clit as your muscles tightened and breathing hitched in your throat.
âUuuhhhhâ! Fuck, please! Please, sir!â You begged. âMake me c-cum!âÂ
You could feel it. You were about to cum, already? No, they fucking wouldnât - you held it for as long as you could. The feeling so painful as you held back your orgasm, only for Jake to pull away seconds before you combusted.
âYou arenât gonna cum, understand princess?â Bradley growled as he untied the blindfold as Jake lowered the hook so you were down on your knees with your arms still above your head. âWhatâs gonna happen now? is while I fuck that pretty pussy of yours Jake's gonna fuck your sassy ass mouth - put it to some good use.â Bradley chuckled as he walked away. Only to return with a big silver butt plug.
âBut youâll be wearing this too.â
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A close up of Bradley slowly stretching your puckering ass with the butt plug opened the next scene. He had already positioned himself underneath you reversed cowgirl style. His fingers working to slowly glide the silver bud shaped plug into your ass as you moaned from the pleasure of being so stretched. So full.
Jake, on the other hand, was just inches away from your face - his dangerously hard cock throbbing at the thought of being inside your mouth for what felt like the twentieth time today. But he would never get over the way your lips felt wrapped around his girth. When he saw Bradley had successfully placed to plug inside your tight ass Jake grabbed onto the back of your head and tapped his tip along your bottom lip - asking you to open your pretty little mouth so he could fuck your face.
You accepted, and Jake wasted no time. He shoved his cock deep inside your throat. Forcing you to produce excess silica that coated his cock immediately, so much so that even if he pulled away it would leave lines connecting your lips to his tip. Your eyes watered as you gaged and moaned. Jake was huge and you needed time to adjust your throat to his size. But soon enough? You felt him sliding down the back of your throat with ease.
âYes Y/n, oh fuck! Your mouth is so fucking good baby.â The way Jake moaned would never not sound like a symphony to you. His teeth clenched together as he closed his eyes and thrust his hips back and forth - keeping your head still with his hands.
Meanwhile, as Jake used your mouth as he personal fuck hole, getting himself off to the feeling of his cock begging buried in your throatâBradley circled the tip of his throbbing cock around your entrance. Only to allow you to sink down on his shaft when he bucked his hips slightly.
âFuâ!â You gagged around Jake's cock. The feeling of Bradley and the plug making you feel so incredibly full. It was euphoric.
With one quick slap to your ass, Bradley began fucking up into you. He could feel Jake's cum still coating your walls from the previous scene you two had done. It made him fuck you faster, harder.
âMy fucking god youâre a tight little thing.â He moaned as he fucked into you, his cock being coated in a mixture of your own arousal and Jake's previous load.
It was a sight, to say the least. Bradley Bradshaw fucking up into you - Jake Seresin fucking your throat. All the while your ass was being stretched by a silver plug that seemed to work itself deeper inside you whenever Bradley bottomed out. However? This was only a warm-up. If you knew these two at all you knew there would be more. More torture, more toys.
âAhhâ! Fuck Iâm gonna cum Bradley, stop for a second so I can give her a pretty facial.â Jake ordered as Bradley bottomed outâ stilling himself inside you while Jake jerked his cock right in your face till his load was spewing out all over your tear-stained face. âSo pretty Y/n.â Jake cooed as you took his load. âSo fucking pretty all for me baby.âÂ
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When the camera panned back to you after Bradley and Jake had untied and retired you in a different set - they found you on a table. Legs held apart by the same rope that had previously tired your wrists. Your tailbone right on the edge of the table, your sensitive and fucked out pussy on full display for the camera. Arms held down by the cuffs that were bolted to the table.
It was so easy for Jake to slide his cock inside your slick folds.
âMmmm fuck!â You sighed as he slowly pushed himself out before slapping his tip against your clit.
âYou want me to fuck you?â He asked, slowly burying himself again as Bradley stepped behind you. Reaching over the clasp some nipple clamps onto your perky buds. The chain heavy as he tugged on it.
âAnswer him!â Bradley growled in your ear before he slightly slapped your cheek. âGo on.âÂ
âYes! Yes, fuck me please sir!â You begged. You had already been denied an orgasm once. Jake trusted his hips back before slamming them forward - holding onto your thighs to gain more leverage as he fucked his cock deeper inside you.
Bradley sitting at your head reaching over to press the vibrator against your clit while he simultaneously played with the heavy chain that connected your nipples.
âAhhh!! My god! Fuâucking god! Yesssâ!!â You screamed. Jake's cock pushing the plug that still called your ass home deeper inside you with every thrust.
âSuch a little cock whore.â Jake moaned as he slapped your thigh, earning himself a wince from you.
âYou're our little slut arenât you Y/n, all ours?â Bradley asked right next to your ear - letting go of the chain to twist your head to face him. âArenât you!?â He asked again. You bit your lips as you shook your head yes. Unable to speak due to feeling so full. Your clit on fire from the overstimulation.
âOpenâ Bradley ordered. You opened your mouth only for him to spit straight inside it. âGood girl, Jake make her cum.â It didn't take much for Jake to speed up his thrust. His balls slapping against the curve of your ass as he fucked hard into you. Bradley turned the vibrator up to full ball as he tugged on the heavy silver link chain.
Your eyes rolled and back arched, hands curling into fists as your breath hitches in your throat.
âFuck fuck fuck yesâ-! Mâc-cumming!â You screamed out as your body shook. Jake pulled out at just the right time before you gushed everywhereâsquirting intensity in one long stream as Bradley worked the vibrator on your clit. Your orgasm forcing your walls to clench around nothing.
âUhh, fuck thank you, sir, thank you!â You sighed as you started to come down. Knowing that the scene was drawing to a close. Cameraâs fading as Bradley and Jake stepped aside for the camera to get a close up of you. All fucked out and extremely tired.
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When you walked in the door of Jake and Bradleyâs home later that evening. You were sore, tired and just wanted to go to bed. But either Jake or Bradley could let that happen - not without showering you with praise and affection and reassuring you how no matter what you were always their good girl.
It was different when you were a dominant - you felt an overwhelming sense of power, but the second you switched into a submissive? Itâs like you need all the affection you could get - and ever since you were treated so poorly? It had gotten worse. Much worse.
But Bradley and Jake knew how to handle you, knew youâd want a bath, some chocolate, a massage and tones of affection. And Bradley was kind enough to let Jake take over the workload for this evening. Giving him that much needed time to spill his guts about how heâd fallen for you. Hard.
After an hour-long bath together and some cuddles in his bed, Jake finally swallowed his fears and asked the all important question that had been bugging him since the little elevator moment you two shared.
âHey, gorgeous?â He cooed, running his hand through your damp hair as you laid between his legs - head in his lap.
âHmm?â You responded, so tired from all the fucking youâd done on camera. Nearly 100k between the two scenes alone.
âDo you wanna be more?â
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AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 4. non-consensual body modifications Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Past Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader, witch!reader, f!reader Summary: Five months ago, the love of your life was killed in a car accident. In the aftermath of Jake's death, you and Rooster lean on each other to deal with your grief and soon become a couple. So when you suggest a camping trip together, Rooster agrees. After all, whatâs the worst that could happen? Word Count: 5773 TW: Main Character Death, Whump, Non-Consensual Body Modifications, Witchcraft, Car Crash, Drugged, Resurrection, Betrayal, Possession, Vomiting, Language Notes: A huge thanks to @sunlightmurdock for beta reading this! đ Part of @ailesswhumptober's event!
âNow can you tell me why it was so important we came to this spot on this night? Donât get me wrong, Iâm all for spending a few days camping under the stars with you, but the middle of the week when itâs supposed to be fucking freezing isnât maybe the ideal time.â
Bradley glances over at the passenger seat of his Bronco where you are currently gazing out the window at the trees flashing by.Â
You turn your head towards him with a smile and take his hand from where it is leaning on the armrest between your two seats. Giving it a tight squeeze, you say, âI told you, itâs a surprise. But I promise, itâll be worth it, you just have to trust me.â
âYou know I do.â Bradleyâs eyes have returned to the almost non-existent road in front of him, but he raises your hand to his lips and places a quick kiss on the back of it. You giggle softly as his mustache brushes against your skin and he wiggles it to make you giggle again.
Bradleyâs heart soars seeing you this happy again, even if these moments are fleeting. Before the accident, you seemed to carry the sunshine with you everywhere you went. Your light filled up every room you entered and no one seemed able to be in a bad mood when you were around. However, these last five monthsâŚ
As if reading his mind, you slip your hand from his and slide it up his cheek until you run your fingers through his hair. âHey, I know this between us is still new and Iâm still struggling with everything that happened toâŚâ You close your eyes and swallow hard as if his name is caught in your throat, still unable to pass your lips. But then you open your eyes and continue, âBut I wouldnât have made it through it without you. Your patience, your support, your loveâŚyouâve been amazing, Bradley. And I just hope you know that what happens tonight, itâs all because of you.â
He gives you a small smile. âI know Iâm not him and Iâm never going to try to replace what you had, but Iâm really happy we found our way to each other. I donât know how I wouldâve made it through without you either, sweetheart. But we did itâŚtogether. And as long as weâre together, I know itâll be okay.â
âTogether,â you hum, your fingers continuing to run through his curls. âI love hearing you say that because I plan on you being by my side for the rest of our lives.â
There is something about that statement that scratches at the back of Bradleyâs brain. Maybe itâs your choice of words or the slightly serious tone your voice suddenly dropped into.Â
But before he can consider it further, you perk up in your seat and point out the window. âThere! Pull over there! This is the spot.â
Bradley doesnât see anything special about the place other than a slight clearing in the trees on the right side of the roadâjust big enough for him to park the Bronco. But, he promised to trust you on this excursion, so he did as you asked.
Once he is parked, the two of you grab your backpacks, sleeping bags, cooler of food, and the tent from the back. You promise itâs not a long walk so you take everything in one trip. After about five minutes of trudging through dense underbrush, unruly trees, and hidden roots, the two of you stumble into a clearing.Â
The space is maybe twenty feet across in a roughly circular shape. All of the foliage is suspiciously missing from this space even though it doesnât seem like it was cleared necessarily. More like it just grew this way. As Bradley glances up, he sees another sort of circular opening in the treetops above, giving him a clear view of the sky as the sun begins to set.Â
The place has a strange energy and a chill goes up Bradleyâs spine as a sudden wind blows through the clearing. But before he can say anything, you whisper an awed, âWeâre here.â
There are tears in your eyes and you begin to bounce slightly as you gaze around. You let out a soft squeal, then compose yourself. Turning to Bradley, you say, âItâs going to get dark soon and we have a lot to do before then. Can you go gather up some firewood? Weâll need a lot to keep it going throughout the night.â
Bradley nods slowly, still not completely sure what he has gotten himself into. âYeah. Iâll see what I can do. Do you think you can put the tent together by yourself?â
âOh, I have something else to get ready before that. Itâs your surprise,â you say with a wink. âBut we can put the tent together when you finish with the wood.â
Deciding to just go along for now, Bradley sighs. âWhatever you say, sweetheart. This is your trip. Iâm just along for the ride.â He kisses the top of your head then heads off into the woods.
Thirty minutes later, there is a towering pile of sticks in the center of the clearing. Bradley isnât sure why you wanted him to put them there considering you wanted to keep most of them for later in the night, but once again, he didnât question it. However, it did strike him as odd that you seem to have not really done much while heâs been gone. Youâve taken a few smaller bags out of your backpack and laid out some clothes, but thatâs it. Meanwhile, heâs been working up a sweat trudging all over collecting wood.Â
At least when he brought back his final bundle you gave him a cold water bottle and a kiss on the lips. He downs the bottle as you return to whatever it is you are up to.Â
As he watches, everything begins to blur around the edges of his vision.Â
He blinks a few times and rubs his eyes, but the blurring only begins getting worse. And whatâs more, heâs feeling light-headed. It feels just like that moment in his plane where the Gs get too intense and he begins to blackout. But why would that be happening now?
Stumbling slightly, Bradley mutters, âSw-sweetheartâŚI thinkâŚI think I need to sit down for a minute. I mightâve overdone it with the w-wood.âÂ
The next thing he knows, his world spins ninety degrees as he crashes to his side on the clearing floor. He tries to sit up, but every part of him is made of lead and he doesnât have the strength to even lift his hand. His vision is no longer just blurry, it's starting to tunnel into darkness. He can just make out your feet as they step into his line of sight.
 With the toe of your sneaker, you kick his shoulder so he rolls over onto his back. Heâs now staring up at the pinkish-purple sky framed by a circle of treetops.
Then, your face peers over, blocking everything else from view. A cruel grinâone unlike any he had ever seen on your faceâstretches across your lips. âNo, Bradley, thatâs just the drugs I slipped in your water kicking in. I have work to do and I need you to stay out of my way while I do it. So enjoy your little nappy-nap. Iâll see you when you wake upâŚor maybe not.â
Before Bradley can process what is happening, he is swallowed by the darkness.
Bradley was eyeing the couple in the corner, trying to decide if it was his job to step in or if he should leave them be. After all, this was far from the first time you and Hangman had oneâor threeâtoo many drinks on your night off and gotten too handsy for a public establishment. At the moment, things were still fairly tame, but Bradley knew from experience that could change in an instant. Last month, he and Coyote had to drag the two of you out of the bar after Penny complained about the near-pornographic sounds coming from her back booth.Â
It had been the last straw. After putting up with your drunken hanky-panky since the two of you started dating ten months ago, Penny finally put her foot down and swore if it happened again, you would both be banned. And as much as it would please Bradley to see Hangmanâs face when he sobered up and found out he was no longer allowed at The Hard Deck, Bradley knew the whole squad would be bummed if they lost one of its members for their weekly hangouts. Plus, he had come to really enjoy your presence among the group (that was when you werenât plastered and attached to Hangmanâs lap). So, somewhat reluctantly, Bradley stood and walked over to your table.
Neither one of you seemed to notice him as he approached. You were too busy jamming your tongues down the otherâs throat. But Bradley sighed and clapped his hands, startling you apart. âCome on, you lovebirds. Time to go home.â
Hangmanâs eyes were slightly out of focus as he shifted you slightly on his lap so he could glare up at Bradley. âAw, come on, Bradshaw. Just because you arenât gettinâ any doesnât mean you have to spoil our fun.â
You giggled into Hangmanâs neck and Bradley swore he saw you lick his skin before mumbling, âDonât be mean, Jakey. Maybe Bradley just wants to watch.â
âNo. Bradley definitely doesnât want to watch,â he groaned. Crossing his arms over his chest, Bradley said, âLook, I have an early morning meeting with Cyclone tomorrow so Iâve got to get some sleep. But Pennyâs already threatened to kick you out and Iâm not going to let one of you drunk idiots drive home.â
âJakeâs drunk, Iâm fine,â you grinned. You slid off Jake and straightened up to prove your point, but the slight sway in your stance only served to further Bradleyâs assessment.Â
He sighed again, pressing his fingers to his eyes. âSweetheart, I can smell the booze on your breath from over here and something tells me you wouldnât make it to the bar without falling over. Iâm driving you. End of discussion.â
You pouted, your bottom lip jutting off your face in a way Bradley had to admit was adorable, but it didnât sway him. He held out his hand and, after a moment, you rolled your eyes and dug your keys out of your pocket. Slamming them into Bradleyâs open palm, you stuck out your tongue at him. But then you gave him a clumsy wink and he knew even if you did remember tonight, you wouldnât hold it against him.Â
Walking ahead, Bradley patiently held open the door as Jake and you stumbled across the room, each leaning heavily against the other in a mess of limbs and slobbery kisses. When you made it to your truck, Jake helped you climb into the back, his hands roaming across your ass far longer than necessary as he pushed you up the tall step. Then he dragged himself into the front seat and closed the door.Â
âSeat belts.â Bradley waited for a second but neither of you made a move to follow his instructions. Sighing, he said, âIâm not going anywhere until both of you put on your seat belts.â
âYes, Mom,â both of you mocked in unison before collapsing into a fit of drunken laughter, but at least he heard both belts click into place.
As he drove towards Hangmanâs house (where you had moved in a few months ago), the two of you continued your slurred dirty talk, occasionally throwing nonsensical jabs in Bradleyâs direction for making you leave early. Normally, he might have tried to fire a few back, but it was too much fun listening to Hangman smugly say something he thought was so clever only for it to be nearly incomprehensible in actuality. Bradley couldnât help but laugh at a few particularly bad ones.
He never saw the other truck run the red light.
It slammed into the passengerâs door, sending your truck spinning out of control as broken glass filled the air. Bradley tried to control the steering wheel as it jerked in his hands, but his head smashed into his door and he blacked out.
He came to a few moments laterâhis vision blurred and his head poundingâto the sound of you screaming from the back seat. âNo! Jake! Nooo!â
Apparently, nothing sobers a person up quicker than seeing their greatest fear come to life in front of their eyes.Â
Bradley slowly raised his eyes to the rearview mirror, a fresh stab of pain driving through his head, and looked back at you. With blood pouring down your face from where your head slammed into the seat in front of you, you thrashed around for a moment until you managed to unbuckle your seatbelt. Ignoring the glass covering the interior of the truck, you pulled yourself forward between the two front seats and crawled into Jakeâs lap.Â
It was only then that Bradley got his first look at his other passenger and he immediately wished he hadnât.Â
All it took was one glance to see that Jake Seresin was dead.Â
Between the unnatural bend of his neck where the seatbelt still dug into his skin and the glassy, blank stare in his once-spirited green eyes, Rooster knew his wingman was gone. There was nothing anyone could do to save him.
However, you apparently refused to accept that.
Laying your head on his shoulder, you begged, âBaby, please, wake up. Donât do this. Come back to me. Please, Jake.âÂ
You placed your hand on his cheek and gently tried to turn his face to look at you. His head flopped unnaturally far backward and Bradley felt bile bubble in his throat that he struggled to keep down.Â
Your eyes grew wide as your bottom lip began to tremble. âNo, no, no, Jake, no. Please, baby, I love you. You canâtâyou canâtâno!â You sobbed and buried your face in his chest.
Bradley heard you muttering something under your breath, but he couldnât make out what it was. It almost sounded like something in another language but not one he recognized. He began to worry that your head injury might be worse than he initially thought.
He softly called out your name and began to reach out to touch your shoulder, to try and move you off the corpse of the man you loved. Yet before he could, your head shot up. Your eyes darted across Jakeâs face once more, almost as if you expected something had changed in the last few seconds. But when you saw that it hadnât, your mouth opened wide and you let out an ear-splitting, heart-wrenching wail.
That wail has haunted Bradley ever since that night, and it is that wail that is echoing in his ears as he slowly opens his eyes. He canât be sure how long he was out, but it has gotten significantly darker since his eyes were last open. Stars dot the midnight blue sky above and a full moon rests perfectly in the center of the clearing opening. Dark shadows stretch and dance against the trees surrounding the clearing, cast by the blazing fire that had materialized while he was unconscious.Â
You are standing in front of the fire, muttering something under your breath. As Bradley watches, you toss a handful of powder into the flames which flare deep red for a second before returning to its usual yellow-orange glow. Your flannel shirt and jeans from earlier have been replaced by a flowing black dress that brushes the ground just high enough to reveal your bare feet poking out underneath.Â
The clearing floor is littered with broken sticks, burrs, and rocks, and, as you move around the fire, he notices you are leaving a faint bloody trail in your wake. Yet you donât seem to notice or care as you continue whatever you are doing undeterred by any discomfort.Â
Suddenly, Bradleyâs stomach lurches and he rolls to his side just in time to vomit, the contents of his stomach spilling across the clearing floor. He heaves a few more times before things settle, and he collapses onto his back once more.
âAh, good. Youâre awake. I was afraid I gave you too much and would have to start without you.â
Bradley turns his head to see you still standing by the fire, but your attention is now fixed on him. Slowly, on trembling arms, he pushes himself to his feet. âWhat is this? What the fuck are you doing? If this is some kind of game or kinky shit I didnât know you were into, I donât like it.â
âAre you really that stupid that you still donât get it?â you sneer, the cruelty in your voice cutting into his heart like a knife. âFive months ago, the man I loved more than life itself was ripped from my arms because of you. You insisted on driving that night even though I told you I was fine and because of that, Jake is dead. If you had just stayed out of our fucking business, he would still be here with me.âÂ
No. Thatâs not what happened. Bradley takes a step toward you. âSweetheart, thaââ
âIâm not your fucking sweetheart!â you snarl, your eyes burning with a hatred that takes his breath away. âDo you know how repulsive it's been pretending to love you? Letting you touch me, kiss me, all the while despising every atom in your body for what you took from me. The only thing that kept me from strangling you in your sleep was the knowledge I still needed you for my plan to work.â
Bradleyâs mind is still groggy from the drugs, but things are finally starting to click together. âSo all of it was just a lie? Leaning on each other after Jakeâs death? You were just using me? For what? You still havenât explained what the fuck youâre doing to me!â
You continue on as if he hadnât spoken, your voice filled with cold fury. âI knew how to get everything I needed. All I was missing was a host. A body for him to return to. But as much as I ached to have my Jake back, I knew I couldnât take an innocent personâs body. It wouldnât be fair and he wouldnât want that. But thatâs when it hit me. Why not take the body of the man responsible for Jake losing his? The one who should have died in that crash instead of him? Why was it fair you got to be here when he didnât? SoâŚIâm going to change that.â
âYouâre fucking insane,â Bradley laughs in disbelief, the absurdity of the situation not fully processing in his brain.
Your face softens just a fraction and you scoff lightly. âJake never told you, did he? Though, honestly, Iâm not surprised. I donât think he ever really believed me when I told him. He thought it was all a joke, a bit of ancient fun family trivia that was all nonsense. But itâs all true.â Taking a step closer to him, you pull out a small, leather-bound book from a pocket in your dress. âYou see, Rooster, I am part of one of the oldest magical bloodlines in the known world. In other words, Iâm what you might call, a witch.â
Bradley looks from you to the book to you again. Then he mutters, âYouâre more insane than I thought you were.â
âWeâll see about that shortly enough,â you say with a thin-lipped smile. Then you begin strolling slowly around the fire. âUp until I lost Jake, I was more than happy to only dabble in the light side of my magic: A calming spell attached to my aura to soothe those around me. A positivity potion mixed into the cookies I made for the squad when you all werenât getting along. A good luck charm tucked into Jakeâs flight suit when he was leaving on a mission. Just tiny things to make all of your lives a little better. And I was more than happy to do it. But now?âÂ
You stop walking and turn to face him. âNow, Iâm willing to do whatever it takes to bring my Jake back to me. Even if that means tapping into the kind of magic Iâve sworn never to use. Thatâs why we had to come to this spot on this night. Itâs a place of unlimited power for those strong enough to tap into it. And tonight, thatâs just what I plan to do.â
Bradley still doesnât believe a word you are saying. Maybe it was the trauma of seeing Jake die. Maybe it was something from your past before you met any of the Daggers. But whatever it was, something had knocked a few screws loose in your head and Bradley had to find a way out of here before you turned violent.Â
He had spotted a knife attached to a belt around your waist, but he is fairly certain he can disarm you if it comes down to it. Yet, even though you are talking about hurting him and that everything you had been through together had been a lie, he still cared about you and didnât want you to get hurtâget help was a different story, but first he had to get out of here.
However, almost as if reading his mind, you give him a small smile. âItâs too late, Rooster. There is no escape. I already started the ritual while you were asleep. All I need now is blood.â And you draw the knife from your belt.
Bradley takes a few stumbling steps backward, but you shake your head. âNot yours. Iâll be taking enough from you already. No, this sacrifice is mine to make.â
Before he can stop you, you slash the knife across your palm. You drop the knife to the ground with a soft cry as you clutch your hand to your chest. But then, you hold out your shaking hand to the fire, letting blood drip into the flames.Â
Suddenly, the entire clearing is engulfed in a blinding red light. Bradley squeezes his eyes shut but he can hear you chanting something across the clearing. He doesnât understand the words but he recognizes some of them as what you muttered in your truck the night Jake died.Â
Figuring you will be distracted, Bradley opens his eyes and tries to sneak off into the woods. However, he only takes a few steps before a vice-like grip latches onto his throat. His eyes bulge as his fingers claw at whatever is choking him, but his hands only scratch against his own skin. He looks at you but it only increases his panic as he sees your eyes are now two pitch-black orbs as you continue your chanting, a strong wind beginning to sweep through the clearing.Â
Then, Bradley begins to feel a strange pulling sensation deep within him. His body remains exactly as it was, but somethingâhis consciousness, his soul, whatever it is that makes Rooster the man that he isâis being dragged down and out of himself. He tries to fight it, to hold on, but how do you fight something that is happening within you?
As he feels himself being pulled deeper, slipping from his body, another consciousness brushes against his. A person he immediately recognizes and never thought heâd meet again. âJake?â he gasps. Tears begin streaming down his face as the presence grows stronger and he just manages to whisper, âIâm so sorry.â
Then Bradley Bradshaw is gone.
Jake Seresin opens his eyes to find himself in an unfamiliar clearing at night. Towering trees surround the space, illuminated by the full moon high above and the towering, flickering flames in the nearby fire. As he glances around, he rolls his shoulders and stretches his back. His entire body feelsâŚoff. He doesnât have any words to explain it but something is not right.Â
But just then, he notices a woman standing across from him in a billowing black dress. It takes him a moment to recognize you, and when he does, he inhales sharply.
Gone is the bright, smiley, vibrant woman he had come to love with his entire heart and soul. Instead, you are a ghost of yourself: Your hair has been dyed pitch black and it looks like itâs been a while since you washed it. Your cheeks once full are now sunken. And you have huge bags under your eyes as if you hadnât slept for weeks. Yet, your eyes themselves are the most startling change. Once sparkling and full of sunshine, they are now dull and carry a pain in them Jake has never seen before.Â
Taking a shaky step towards you, he calls out, âBaby?â
As if you have been holding your breath in anticipation, you gasp at the sound of his voice. âJake? Is itâŚis it really you?â
Who else was it supposed to be? âYe-yeah, itâs me. Whatâs going on? Where are we?â
âOh my god. I did it,â you breathe as you stare at him in awe, your eyes dancing across his face, drinking in every inch of it. âI didnât know if Iâd be strong enough, but it worked. Youâre back.âÂ
Before he can ask what you mean, your eyes roll back in your head and your knees give out beneath you. Normally, Jake would have been able to cross the distance and catch you instantly, but for some reason, his movements are strangely clumsy and uncoordinated to the point he just barely manages to grab your arms and pull you close before you hit the ground. Â
You moan softly as he lowers you both to the damp ground and he settles you into his lap. As he tries to reposition you, he notices your feet are bare, coated in mud and steaks of blood. There is also blood oozing from a deep gash on your hand. Your skin feels icy to the touch despite the heat of the fire and he can feel your heart fluttering wildly in your chest. He's still not sure where you both are, how you got here, or what happened to get you in this state, but none of that matters until he can make sure you are alright.
Gently running his fingers across your cheek, Jake mutters, âCome on, baby, you've gotta wake up for me.â He clears his throat and pounds once on his chest. Something about his voice sounds offâhe doesn't sound like himself yet there is something familiar about it that he can't quite put his finger on.
But that's forgotten as he watches your eyes start to slowly open, the act seemingly arduous as you struggle to lift your lids. However, as you gaze up at him, the bright, tender smile he had come to love so much stretches across your face. Slowly, you raise a trembling hand to cup his cheek. âJake. Youâre really back.â
âWhy do you keep saying that? I didnât go anywhere.â
âItâs a long story.â You wet your lips and mutter, âCan you help me up?â
Jake scrambles up (still strangely tripping over his own body) and gently helps lift you to your feet. You take a few unsteady steps forward but then seem to find your footing. Turning to face him, you say, âThis is going to be hard to hear but I promise, itâs the truth.â You stare at him and when he nods for you to continue, you take a deep breath. âJake, you died five months ago.â
âWhat?â Jakeâs brow furrows. âWhat are you talking about? Iâm not dead.â
âNo, but you were.â you take his hand, your blood smearing across his skin. âWhatâs the last thing you remember before waking up here?â
âI-I donât know. I guessâŚWe were at The Hard Deck having some drinks an-and Rooster, he told us he was taking us home. Then I remember a bright flash of light andââ He gasps, clutching his neck as he remembers hearing a sharp snap followed by a single second of the most intense pain heâs ever felt thenâhe woke up here. Yet his neck feels fine now, if somehow thicker, more muscular than he remembers but that wouldnât explain the pain.Â
You nod. âThatâs when it happened. Rooster was t-boned by a drunk driver and you broke your neck. He should never have been driving us. I was fine! I was more than sober enough to drive, especially with my protection spells. If he wouldâve just kept his fucking nose out of our businessâŚâ You close your eyes and slowly take another long, deep breath. When you reopen your eyes, you continue, calmer than before. âI tried to get to your body in time but your family had you cremated before I could try to bring you back. I thought it was over and you were gone for good. But then I found another way. I needed a body. It didnât have to specifically be your body. And since it was Roosterâs fault you were taken from me, it was the perfect solution.â
âWhaââ
Suddenly, Jake realizes why his voice doesnât sound like his own yet is still so familiar. Why his limbs donât feel the same and his neck is thicker. And as he lifts his trembling hand to his face and his fingers brush against a coarse strip of hair covering his upper lip, any lingering hopes that he might be wrong are shattered.Â
Itâs not possible but he is trapped inside Roosterâs body.
With his eyes wide and voice shaking, Jake screams, âWhat did you do? What the fuck did you do?â
You stumble back, surprised by his furious outburst. âI-I gave you back the life he stole from you. I gave us another chance.â
âAnd Rooster? If I'm here, then whereâŚâ His voice trails off as the last piece of this nightmarish puzzle slips into place and he finally realizes the full extent of what you had done.
âItâs simple, Jake. A life for a life. One soul traded places with another. Youâre here now, so Rooster isâŚâ You shrug with a slight wave of your hand, clearly unbothered by the unknown fate you had sent the other man too.Â
That complete callousness towards a man you had both cared for is all Jake needed to know he hadnât only lost his wingman, but the woman he loved. He drops to his kneesâRooster's kneesâand violently heaves onto the ground. Over and over, his whole bodyâRooster's bodyâconvulsing as it tries desperately to rid itself of everything in it, including the intruder. Yet try as he might, nothing comes up. Not even bile. Rooster must have already gotten sick beforeâŚÂ
Another full-body tremor sweeps through him.
When he is finally able to pull himself together even the slightest bit, Jake crawls to his feet. Backing away from you, he stutters, âI'mâŚI'm going to go to the police.â
âAnd tell them what?â you snap, your eyes turning black as a wind picks up from nowhere and blows through the clearing. âTell them you're a dead guy in your friendâs body while his soul is currently rotting in hell or wherever the fuck you were? What good do you think that's going to do you besides landing you in the looney bin? No. You're either stuck in Rooster's body or you're going back to where you were to join him. And I'm not losing you again.â
Raising your hand in front of you, fingers reaching out towards him, they suddenly twitch and Jake feels this body stiffen outside of his control. As you begin to slowly twitch one finger then another, Jake's foot lifts and steps closer to you. Then another step. And another. As much as he tries to struggle, Jake canât resist as you force him to walk across the clearing and stop before you.
Cupping his face with your non-controlling handâyour eyes still blackâyou whisper, âThis is not how this was supposed to go. Jake, you love me. You were supposed to be happy I brought you back.â
âMaybeâŚâ Jake squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to hide the disgust crawling down his spine at your touch. âMaybe I would have been if things were different. But I canât live my life knowing itâs at the cost of Roosterâs. I donât care what he might have done. No one deserves this.â
You thrust your hand downward and he drops heavily to his knees at your feet. Running your fingers tenderly through his curls, you coo, âI know you need time to adjust, baby. Iâm sure this is a lot to take in. But letâs just make one thing very clearââ You suddenly grab a fistful of hair and yank his head back so he is forced to stare up at you ââI brought you back and you belong to me now. One way or another, I will have the life I was always supposed to have with you before any of this started. You can either be a good boy and accept that so we both can be happy, or you can make this difficult and I will make you behave.âÂ
You ball your hand into a fist and Jake feels like his brain is about to explode. An intense pressure unlike anything he has ever felt squeezes his mind and he sees sparks explode behind his eyes. You release your hand and the pressure disappears, leaving Jake mewling and quivering on the ground.Â
You place your filthy, bloody big toe under his chin and raise his head so he is looking at you. âDo we understand each other?â Jake has no choice but to nod. Your eyes return to normal as your bright smile from before returns to your face. âGood! Then you better start practicing your best rooster crow. From now on as far as anyone else is concerned, you are Lt. Bradley Bradshaw.â
Jake feels like he is going to get sick again, but you just turn around and gather up your belongings. In no time, you are ready to go. Jake takes one last look up at the full moon, tears streaming down his face.Â
And, as he is forced to follow you out of the clearing towards the waiting Bronco, he wonders if Roosterâs fate is really so bad after all.
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