#strictly scandalous // topgun

[ohtobeleah]

Strictly Scandalous // TopGun

What is strictly scandalous?

✨ Strictly Scandalous ✨ is a series of strictly scandalous concepts/blurbs (18+) submitted by you, written by me.

Bradley Bradshaw

Lieutenant Sweetheart // Roosters got a breading kink….but we all already knew that.

A for Anal // Rooster fucks your ass. You try fuck yourself

Marked Up // Rooster marks you up to the point questions are raised for your safety

CNC, Breaking // You and Bradley get a little freaky with some Consensual Non-Consent play.

Kerner // When you surprise Bradley with a weekend visit, you suck him off behind the bar at the Hard Deck.

Road Head // Giving Bradley brain in his Bronco while he ever so kindly dropped you home after a night out with the gang at the Hard Deck

Riding Seresin // Bradley decides that Jakes little sister is worth it.

Robert Floyd

Sexual Healing // After Bobs bird strike he can’t regulate his emotions, you decide you know what he needs.

Boobs // Bobs a boob man through and through.

Don’t Tempt Me // Bob is forced to finish himself off when you spend New Year’s Eve trying to get him to fuck you senseless.

Threes a crowd // Bob fucks you in front of cuckold Jake

Unicorns // Bob is blessed with the experience of a life time when you squirt on his face.

Dessert First // Bob comes home to you cooking almost naked in the kitchen

Hat Trick // Bobs favourite past time is getting you off before he’s even fucked you.

Mugged // Bob doesn’t quite know how to process how you fucked him in the shower.

WOS’s Do It Better // You have a threesome with Bob Floyd & Mickey Garcia.

Morning Mirage // You and Bob engage in an early morning sexual encounter. Slow, lazy sex.

Dagger Dinner // When tasked with the weekly Dagger Dinner, Bob Floyd gets a little too distracted by his lovely fiancée.

Hike Me // Bob takes you in a hike, but needs a mid hike fuck.

Bob the Boob man // Bobs a boob guy. Enough said.

Jake Seresin

V for Virgin // Hangman finds a bunch of Polaroids Bob has taken of you. Keeping them for himself.

Polaroid Princess // Jake manipulates the situation so he gets his own set of Polaroids and a taste at what you have to offer.

Pretty Girl // Javy overheard his best friend slamming some poor girl into his mattress over the course of a few months. That girl? You.

Submit // Jakes dominant, but for you he’ll play the game. Submitting to you in the unisex showers.

Threes A Crowd // Jake fucks you in front of cuckold Bradley

Hungman // Jake fucks your throat after throat training you.

Iris // Jake steps in to help a friend and end up stripping at a hens party.

Mama // Jake had never thought about having kids, until he thinks about having kids.

Slap Me // Jake gets jealous and in turn discovers your kink for slapping.

Hangman Head // Jake gets blowie in the car park after he spills his beer on you, only to find out he’s your TopGun Instructor.

Dicked // Jake Seresin excretes bisexual energy. So much he asked you to fuck his ass.

Hooked // Rooster questions a hook in the shower of yours and Jakes brand new home.

Mickey Garcia

Breed For This // You and your husband are trying for a third baby. A night at the Hard Deck ends in a quick try in the female bathroom.

Acrylics // enjoying your annual leave means you can get acrylic nails. Mickey has no problem with them.

Athletic Wear // You jump Mickeys bones after he picks you up from the hard deck looking all kinds so perfect and sexy in his athletic wear.

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topgun maverick list!

it’s safe to assume everything is NSFW! please don’t read if you’re not of age.

anyways i love love love all of these!!! give these a chance, you won’t regret it. these authors are all so talented. thank you guys for all creating!

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songbird: @bradshawsbitch

difficult: @/bradshawsbitch

halo effect: @/bradshawsbitch

hard hitter: @/bradshawsbitch

what’s in a name?: @sometimesanalice

pursuit: @sunlightmurdock

another day, another dollar: @sunflowersteves

two to tango: @roosterforme

underneath it all: @roosterforme

robert “bob” floyd

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he’s so pretty (when he goes down on me): @/seasonsbloom

full of surprises: @withahappyrefrain

happy birthday, mr president: @rhettabbotts

jake “hangman” seresin

a love like religion: @seresinsaint

heaven is a place: @seasonsbloom

dime store cowboy: @/seasonsbloom

tell me my name: @libraryofantiquitea

touch me, i’m sick: @ohcaptains

and the truth of the matter is (i’ll never let you go): @fidogo

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Creator Spotlight

@ohtobeleah​ has an incredibly unique little world she has created with an NCIS/FBI crossover. I am super obsessed with the characters and her readers. Her masterlist is full of little treasure troves that will definitely keep you well fed.

A Little Q & A:

1: What is your favorite thing you've written or made?  Oh it’s easily the Chaos-Verse Series that’s been such a whirlwind. That’s probably a cheat answer because that include the Chaos series, To Have & To Hold, and than Puzzle Pieces. If I did have to pick ONE thing, like a single thing with a gun to my head it would be The Nosebleed Section. Love that little two part mini.

2: Top 3 favorite creators you want people to check out? @endofdays56​, @h0neyfire​, @sunlightmurdock , @fandomxpreferences​

3: An idea you have for a future work that people should look out for?  I've decided to take a two-week break from my regular updating schedule. But what I do have coming up on Valentine's Day weekend is a Strictly Scandalous update. which is just all smutty concepts sent in by you guys and written by me! which will be super fun, so come hang out.

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[ohtobeleah]

Pregnant reader reading Rooster 🐓 that man has a family kink I just know it. For Strictly Scandalous.

😲 Yes. I’m down to clown for this one.

“Ohhhh fuck, mamma—“ Roosters got his hands on your hips helping to guide you up and down his length. “Feels so fucking good, holy shit—“ Roosters mouth fell open as he let his body relax against the pillows propped up against the headboard. “What did I do to deserve this huh?”

It wasn’t that Rooster had particularly done anything on purpose to receive some kind of special treatment, but more-so that he’d done it just because he cared enough about you to make sure whoever was giving you a hard time knew about it.

“Nothing Roo, you’re just so good to me.” You cooed as you circled your hips. Your unborn child had just hit the five minute mark. You were getting big, but you still had enough momentum and stamina to ride your husband. “Especially when you defend my honour.”

“Christ your so fucking perfect mamma.” Rooster was quickly starting to unravel underneath you. He couldn’t help but to get of on the fact he’d gotten you pregnant, something he knew he was going to do time and time again. “Love seeing you all swollen and riding me—“

There’d be a guy at the Hard Deck earlier that same Sunday. Rooster had taken you out for a quiet lunch. Some burgers and a casual few rounds if pool. He’d started to noticed how hard to was becoming for you to play. You know—with little goose riding shot gun.

“You’re gonna be popping that baby out before you sink a ball sweetheart.” The guy who looked like the reincarnation of Santa from every children’s drawing ever said with a gruff as he stood by drinking what could very easily have been his last beer if Penny had been in ear shot. “Wanna start wrapping it up so the rest of us can have a go?”

You looked at Rooster who was just completely gobsmacked someone would talk to his wife with such casual disrespect. Deciding to pass you back the cue—kissing your temple and telling you to keep playing. He’d played out for the hour at the bar. An hour you’d have.

“It’s lieutenant sweetheart actually.” Rooster puffed his chest, eyeing off the man with fury in his golden irises. “Are we gonna have a problem?” Yep—that’ll make your pussy throb.

“Gonna have a whole brood with you when I’m finished with you.” Rooster moaned as he bent his knees and planted the heels of his feet into the mattress. Bucking up into you when he noticed your energy fading. “Love how you just glow when your carrying my child—“

“Always knew you had a breeding kink.” Chuckling as you steadied yourself still on top of your husband. Your nails digging into his chest, surely there would be marks left in their wake tomorrow. “Come on Bradshaw fill me.”

“Oh my god baby don’t tempt me now I’m so fucking close.” Rooster could feel himself just about ready to release, he just wanted to hear you talk about getting you pregnant all over again. Even though you hadn’t even had your first.

“Gonna fill me up aren’t you baby? Wanna watch it drip between my thighs? Or should I let you finger fuck your cum back inside me?”

“Oh god yes!!” Rooster stilled with only finally thrust. “Yes yes yes yes—!” Spilling his load inside you as your thighs gripped against his side. Coming down with heavenly sighs and long exhales before Rooster was gently laying you on your back. Throwing your legs up over his shoulders.

“Your turn mamma—“ Bradley beamed as he laid in his stomach, diving right in as he lapped away his own load from your drilling pussy. Determined to have you screaming his name.

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Strictly Scandalous // Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

[ohtobeleah]

Bob being really strung out and on edge after he gets home after being admitted overnight for observation. (Bird Strike) so reader gives him head?

#Strictlyscandalous

Oh yeah. Picture it.

“Bob honey?” You’re cooing in a sultry tone—watching as Bob undressed from the clothes you’d brought to the hospital for him. Just a simple hoodie, his grey Naval Academy one he’d had since his first year. So loved and worn by the both of you that the graphics had started to peel. “You okay?”

“I’m—“ Bob can’t help but to feel claustrophobic with his clothes on. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as they slipped the same time he ducked his head. “I just need a shower.” Removing his jeans. Throwing them across his bedroom with a huff. His hands coming to grip at his own hair as he tried to regulate his frustration.

“You don’t look okay—?”

“Jesus Y/n I said I’m good, okay!?” Before he knew what he was saying, the seven words laced with attitude far beyond what you were used to hearing had left Bobs mouth—standing before him dumbfounded. But understanding. Bob had been through a trauma he wasn’t sure how to deal with. His eyes went wide, full of shock that he’d talk to you the way he just did when all you had asked was if he was okay. “Oh god, I’m sorry bub, I just—“ Bob didn’t know how to explain what he was feeling, groaning as he sat on the edge of his bed in his boxer briefs. “I’m just on edge.”

You knew what Bob needed. He needed something to relieve the stress, the anxiety, the pressure from the last twenty four hours. Without a word you sauntered over to where he sat slowly. Your hand coming you gently caress his cheek. At the feeling of your palm against his usually clean shaved face, Bob nuzzled into your touch. A gently sigh escaping as he took a deep breath in and a deep breath out.

“How about you let me help you de-stress honey?” Dropping to your knees as you spoke with intent, Bobs eyes followed you down between his legs as you kept your eyes on his. “Then you can have a shower and I’ll order some burgers, get Rooster to drop em round?” Dragging your nails up and down Robert Floyd’s white and tender thighs as he hissed at the sudden sharpness, your nails leaving goosebumps all over him.

“You don’t have to baby—“ Bob tried to argue, he didn’t want you feeling like you had to do anything for him. You were both adults that could take care of yourselves. But he couldn’t deny that your offer sounded incredibly divine. “But it sure sounds like a fine offer.” The look he gave you, the ‘please fuck me eyes’ Bob gave you all the time as you worked behind the bar at the Hard Deck. The same eyes he gave you when you’d come to take his empty glass or bring him a fresh bowl of peanuts. The same fuck me eyes he gave you when you were cooking, the same fuck me eyes he’d give you when you were out grocery shopping and couldn’t decide if you wanted broccolini or broccoli this week.

Robert Floyd craved your touch and your touch you gave him. His frustration with a mix of adrenaline still rushing through his veins, plus the fact you’d sunk to your knees before him so willingly, all had Bob standing to attention without skipping a beat. Pulling at his boxer briefs as he lifted off the bed for a moment. Eyes trained on your hands pulling his boxers down his legs. Bob’s cock slapped up against his lower abdomen as he laid back. Arms coming to rest above his head. Stretched out as you told him to relax.

“Oh god—“ Immediately Bob sighed at the warmth your mouth brought. Wrapping your lips around his length, tongue twirling around his tip. Pink and sensitive to the touch. Y/n—oh my god that feels so good.” Using your hand to give attention to the inches you hadn’t yet taken, you hummed in response to the praise Bob gave you. His hand in your hair pushing it away from your face. “Keep going baby, feels amazing—god thank-you so much.”

You were addicted to the way jolted when you’d pay extra attention to his frenulum. He’d groan and moan and try to keep his composure but whenever you would lick a trail from his balls to his frenulum he’d lose his mind. Coming completely undone for you.

“Jesus Y/n you keep sucking me like this I’m not gonna last long.” Honestly had always been one of Bobs policies. He’d tuck his chin to watch you bob your head up and down his length. Your throat warming up more and more, less need for your hands—instead you took him further into your throat. Hollowing your cheeks as you looked up through hooded wet lashes to meet Bob's intense gaze. “Fuck like that, like that baby!” Bob was never a many of dominance, but when you had all he had to give you down your throat his hands were working to push you just a little further down his shaft as he jolted his hips off the bed. Knees bent in a way to give him more leverage.

“Fuck baby, please oh god please keep going!” Bo let his head fall back against the bed. Clenching his jaw as if to try and stop himself from letting go too early. You felt too good to let this moment be over. Your lips sliding up and down his length, shaft throbbing as you took him down your throat. Gaging and humming as you got messer with it, more into it with every passing second. Sucking the soul from him. “Please please–oh my–Fuck!” Robert Floyd was never big on swear words. Cussing was never his thing, but you had him melting into the palms of your hands. Stars in his eyes as pleasure fogged his better judgment, his morals. “Don't stop baby–so good for me, so good for me yeah?” 

“Let go Baby–” You kept your hand pumping Bob’s shaft as you let your mouth settle a little lower. Kissing his balls softly and ever so tenderly as your eyes never left his. “Been so tense Bob, you know you wanna just let it all go, i've got you baby.” Giving Bob’s balls all the attention in the world as you jerked him senseless. 

“I'm gonna lose it–” A thin layer of sweat had covered Bob’s body, his hair sticking to his forehead as his glasses sunk back. “Shit please baby!” It was a plea for you to take him down your throat again. As you sucked and played with his balls you could feel them tightening. The obvious high that had been building now pooling in the base of his shaft. Ready to release. 

Still using one hand to cup and fondle Bob's balls you worked quickly to take him down your throat again. Hollowing your cheeks as you dared him with sultry eyes to cream down your throat. Edging him to the point of no return. 

“Oh my god yes! Yes baby right there just like that–!” Bob shot up onto his elbows, completely consumed by an orgasm so powerful it sent him to the moon. His toes cramped and stomach tightened as hot spurts of his load shot down your throat. Moaning as you worked to suck him dry. Milking whatever he was able to give you. “Fuck love, ahhhh fuck.” He had to squint the tears from his eyes, sighing in relief as you finally popped your lips from his lip. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you stood, crawling onto his lap. Legs either side of his waist. “You do incredible things to me.” Bob cooed as he tried to regulate his heartbeat. 

“You go have a hot shower, I’lll order those burgers.” letting your head rest against Bob’s chest as he draped his arms around your shoulders. Kissing the top of your head, drawing you in as close to him as possible. 

“Or we could maybe just, keep doing this?”

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#Strictlyscandalous // Robert 'Bob' Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

You and Hangman sneaking around behind everyone’s back. #stricklyscandalous

I love this idea 💡 especially if someone like Javy is 99.9999% sure it was you he heard getting absolutely railed into Jakes mattress last night.

The walls are thin in the dorms—but the fact you and Jake Seresin already shared a bathroom which joined your two dorm rooms together made Coyote realise early on that the “fling” his best friend was currently having was with you.

“Heard Hangman again last night—“ Javys taking his beer to his lips as you twirled the last of what was left of your passion fruit sour in your cocktail glass. Your eyes still trained on Hangman as he ordered you another over at the bar. “I’m starting to worry about this mystery girl he’s been messing around with—I’m sure I heard the bed snap at one point, poor girls back is probably shot.”

“Don’t worry, I keep slipping crushed up antibiotics into his toothpaste—“ With a hidden smirk, you downed the rest of your drink. “Kinda wanna keep to diseases I’m exposed to to a minimum in that bathroom.” Javy just rolled his eyes—he had a hunch he was determined to prove was right.

You and Jake Had been fucking around for months. No strings attached, no feelings, just unrelenting fucking. Constantly using one another to get off, teasing and taunting one another through out the day–knowing the more you got each other riled up the better the sex was going to be that night.

Last night was no different. Jake had you pressed into his mattress. It was always Jakes room you’d fuck in, or the shower you both shared. Never your room. Your dorm was nicer yes–but you shared a wall with Phoenix and her bed was right on the other side of the same wall your bed was up against. Keeping the dirty little secret that you were fucking your front seater as well as your technical dorm mate wouldn’t have been so easy if you were to moan his name over and over again right into her fucking ear cannel.

“Take it Y/n—“ Hangman growled such a primal groan as he smacked his hips against you. His cock throbbing and slicked from your nectar. Sweet as honey. “All of it—“ His hand around your throat restricting your airways. “Such a nasty fucking thing.”

“Yes!!—yes Jake yes!” You didn’t have the brain capacity to think of coherent sentences. Jake raw dogging the fuck out of your cunt was one thing, but the way he made your stomach do backflips when he called you a whore was all consuming.

“Such a pretty girl—“ Javy had taken his headphones off his head for a brief moment on the other side of the wall, he’d heard Jake call someone a pretty girl before deciding it was a safer option to remain in content silence with his noise canceling headphones. “Love fucking your pussy baby, such a tight little cunt—all for me yeah?” You didn’t respond until Jake was removing his hand from your neck, bringing up to squish your cheeks together as you gasped from the sudden rush of oxygen. “Answer me Y/n, what are you huh?”

“Yours—“ Nodding, it was intoxicating the way Jake slapped your cheek with just enough force to send a wave of pleasure through your body. “Yours! I’m your fucking whore!!”

“Good.” Jake didn’t let up as he fucked you good. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. Pounding you missionary. “Now open.” It was a command you instantly followed as Jake removed his hand from your cheeks to kiss you with passion. Teeth crashing together as tongues tied together.

“Such a whore, pretty girl.”

“Okay orders up, two drafts and yet another passion fruit cocktail—“ Hangman slides in beside you at the booth. Noticing the soft smile you send him when your fingers glide over his as he slides the cocktail glass in front of you. “When are you gonna change things up pretty girl.”

Coyote spat his beer as he coughed. The delicious beverage had gone down the wrong pipe at Jake's words. Pretty girl, you were pretty girl he fucking knew it. Hitting his chest to clear his throat as you and Jake frowned his way with confusion and embarrassment.

“Bro C’mon—the tables fucking soaked.” Jake hissed.

“You’ve been fucking Y/n?” Javys pressing as you sunk into the booth a little more. Sipping your cocktail—hiding behind the sugar rimmed glass. “She’s pretty girl? Bro I heard you last night—you said things that made me feel vulnerable, and I wasn’t even in the goddamn room!!” Javy hissed as he leaned forward—keeping your conversation between the three of you. “I’ve been walking around for months trying to figure out who’s been letting you rail it raw—“

“Keep your voice down!” Jake snarled.

“Oh fuck off man like you haven’t forced me to sleep with my headphones on four nights in a row!” While Jake and Javy argued about your sex life. You just chuckled. Slipping your hand up Jake's thigh under the booth, stroking his ego figuratively and physically. Feeling him harden in his jeans. “You poor woman—“ Javy turned your way as he sent you soft eyes and a sympathetic expression. “You poor poor woman.”

“I’ve got no complaints.”

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#stricktlyscandalous Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

[ohtobeleah]

Bob a boob or ass kinda guy? #Strictlyscandalous

In my professional opinion I believe Robert Floyd is a boobies boy through and through.

Picture this, it’s a Sunday morning sleepin. Bobs sleeping soundly next to you in bed. His hand is draped up and under his shirt, a shirt mind you that he is constantly reminding you is his but always lets you wear regardless. His hand? Is softly caressing your tit. Just holding it gently in the palm of his hand while he gently snores.

His favorite position is cowgirl—because he gets a front row seat to the best double act in the whole world.

When you’re breastfeeding he can’t hold himself back from sucking at your sensitive buds. Tasting the sweet breastmilk you excrete when your body thinks you’re feeding your child.

“Bob! No—! I’m my god I’m so sorry!”

“Holy shit don’t you ever be sorry this is the best day ever.” And he continues to have that same mentality whenever you experience bouts of mastitis—offering to suck on your tits to help the clogged ducts subside.

“Stop staring at your wife!” Jakes smacking the pool cue back into Bob gut, forcing him to double over but his eyes, dark and full of lust—never left you.

“She’s leaking though!”

He’d happily suffocate between your tits. He’s always touching and fondling them whenever he gets a chance. Your house? When it’s just the two of you is a strict no bras allowed zone. Unless it’s some pretty lingerie you’re wearing.

“Such pretty tits baby—“

It’s a mantra you hear constantly and after a few years together, you surprise Bob with a tattoo of his pinky and thumb print on your left Boob.

“Are those finger prints?”

“Yeah bub, yours—got them for your birthday.” And Bob's excitement quickly fades to jealousy.

“So someone else got to look at your boobs to do these right?”

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#strictlyscandalous // Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

We know bob's a pleasure Dom, but bob finding out he's the only one to eat you out, he's not stopping until he at least makes you cum 3 times then finally fucking you into the mattress while whispering the sweetest most filthy things to you

Yep. This is the one ☝️ He'd be so cocky about it to. whispering a slew of sweet nothings about how good you taste. How he can't believe every guy you've been with has turned down the opportunity to taste your delectable arousal. The sweetest honey on earth.

"Gonna make you cum just by eating you out."

I think Bob would start off with you on his face. Suffocating him while you try and prop yourself up on the headboard. All he does is wrap his arms around your waist and pull you down closer to his face. His tongue working you over—like magic.

“Bob! Fuck—I’m gonna cum!” And you do, you cum hard on his face that you’ve been riding. When you try to pull away to dismount? Bob's hold on you just tightens, his eyes are looking up at you from between your thighs and he never wavers. “Fuck! No no no no—Bob I can’t—I can’t take it.” It’s the way you whine and beg him to stop that had Bob continuing. He knows he can get the coil inside you to reload. Without a shadow of a doubt. He's good at this.

“Just one more? For me sweets.” Bob cooed as you get a look at his chin. Glistening with your nectar. “Taste so good I can’t get enough.” He’s back at work before you even have a chance to breathe. Things are hot and heavy and moving so fast that there’s no time to think about anything else but the overstimulation and how fucking good it feels. "Give me just one more baby--love how you sound when you cum for me."

"Fuck! Bob, baby--Keep doing that!" It's so close, your second orgasm. Bob's coaxing it out of you expertly as he sucks and licks and pays all the attention in the world to just the right spots that drive you crazy and keep the coil tightening. "Ahhh fuck I'm cumming!" It's no surprise that Bob gets you where you need to go quickly and efficiently. Your hands are carding through his chestnut locks as you ride his face through your second high. "Oh, fuughhh--" Your body goes slack as you fall to the mattress, your whole body tingling with euphoria.

"So good for me sweetheart, now how about just one more?" Bobs smirking as he lays between your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders as his hands hold your pelvis down against the mattress.

"No, Bob--" You whine. "baby I can't-- I can't take it--ahh!" Your withering at his touch--his tongue like fire against your throbbing clit. so overstimulated that you can hardly breathe. "Baby!"

"No Baby, you got it, you've done so well for me already, just one more yeah? then I'm all yours." he wasn't kidding either, Bob had a job to do and that job was to get you off as many times as he could tonight. three before he even got the chance to fuck you would be his personal best. "Show me how good you can be, let me make you cry."

It felt otherworldly, one of life's biggest mysteries is how Robert Floyd got so good at easting pussy--but it was a mystery you weren't ever going to try and solve.

"Bob! Fuck! I'm so close!" It almost hurt, but it self so good--a borderline pain that you knew only Bob could have you experiencing. the end was certainly inevitable and Bob wasn't giving in until he had you right where he wanted you. A puddle in his palms as he lapped away at your core. Jaw aching, tongue throbbing. But he was willing to sacrifice the rest of his life to get you off just with oral. "Oh fuck! yes yes yes I'm cumming baby! AHHHHH---"

"Such a good girl, look at you, so pretty all fucked out just from my mouth."

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#StrictlyScandalous Robert ’Bob’ Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

Leah hi!! I have a request for your strictly scandalous weekend. Bob having scandalous photos of you in his room on base. Maybe ur like the female version of Bob so when someone like Hangman finds them the reaction is shocking.

Listen. Bobs a little bit of an amature photographer. His specialty? His girl in any aspect of life. His work colleagues and friends had fallen victim time and time again to photos he'd taken of you in sunsets or with you snowboarding. They'd seen you posing in sunflower fields and pumpkin patches. Roosters favorite had been the one where Bob had taken a photo of your silhouette in front of the lit up christmas tree– something about it gave him family vibes. And everyone knew Rooster was very much a family man at heart.

“Where did he say they were again?” Coyote is asking as he's rummaging through Bob's belongings, scattering his stuff absentmindedly looking for Bob's spare glasses. “They aren't in here man, I'm telling you.

“Oh. My. God.” Hangman's hunched over Bob's bedside table. A radiant shit eating grin plastered across his face as he picks up the pile of polaroids. “Hey Coyote, come take a look at these.” Hangman had a callsign he liked to call you. He knew it got under Bob’s skin like no tomorrow. Jake Seresin always without fail called you Vee.

V for Virgin.

He liked to joke that you'd never looked like you’d touched a man in your life. Too pure, too innocent. Even after marriage Jake thought you’d probably wait a while until you were ready to procreate. That's how much Jake Seresin was convinced you were one hundred percent a virgin. And with that you were the perfect fit for good old back seater Bob.

“Holy shit is that Vee?” Coyote audibly gasped as he snatched the polaroids from Hangman's grasp. “No way!”

Bob had been holding out on show and tell. If he’d offered to show Hangman photos of you in all kinds of exposing poses and lingerie that made you look absolutely delectable he never would have shrugged the weapons system officer off.

“What a little minx.” Hangman practically drooled as he snatched the polaroids back. Flicking though them as he felt himself pitching a fucking tent in his flightsuit. “Holy fourth of July Coyote look at this one.” Hangman singled out a particular image. It was you, fully exposed in the shower– using the pressure of the detachable head to get yourself off. Bob had a habit of dating his photographs. Flipping it over Jake noted that it had been taken just four days ago. “That's the mens changing room isn't it?”

“There's no way Floyds been sneaking his girl in the men's showers and none of us have noticed.”

“Check this one out” Jake's jaw was practically crashing through the floor as he held back a primal groan. He was hard, dangerously hard. The polaroid in question was of you down on your knees, a mouth full of Bob's cock, your eyes were looking directly into whoever soul would be looking at the photograph. Jake was the person in question. “Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?”

“I feel like we shouldn't be looking at these man–”

“Looking at what?” Coyote nearly hit the roof with the way your voice had made him jump. Clenching at his heart as Jake pocketed the stash of polaroids in his top pocket. Turning around with eyes as wide as a dear that had been caught in approaching headlights. “What are you guys doing in Bob's room?” It was your day off. You'd just come out of your dorm to grab some coffee when you were walking past and saw Bob’s bedroom door open. “And why do you both look like I've just caught you with your hands down your pants?”

“We’re looking for Bob’s spare glasses, his broke.” Jake beamed your way, he couldn't not see you down on your knees for him no matter how hard he tried.

“Well, they're in here–” You sauntered into your boyfriend's room, heading for the medicine cabinet in his bathroom. Coyote slapped Jake's chest when you had your back turned, mouthing something about putting the polaroids back where he found them. But Jake wasn't listening, he was too busy watching what he could only assume was Bob's shirt lifting just high enough for the curve of your ass to show.

“No underwear huh?” Jake couldn't spot himself as he spoke. “A noble endeavor I fully support” Shutting the medicine cabinet as you turned around with a frown– he didn't just say that did he?

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me Vee, you’re walking around the dorms with no underwear on.'' A lingering silence filled the room as Coyote shook his head. This isn't happening, Jake wasn't hitting on Bob's girlfriend and he certainly wasn't sporting a semi over those polaroids. “An endeavor I am one hundred percent in support of.”

“I'm wearing underwear, you imbecile.” You just shook him off, not waiting to entertain whatever situation Hangman was trying to set up. “Here's Bob’s glasses.” throwing them Coyote's way, he used that as an excuse to get the hell out of dodge before Jake had a chance to drag him to the depths of hell with him. Stepping around you with pressed lips, before making his way down the hall. “I’m gonna go grab a coffee, whatever you were doing in here besides looking for Bobs glasses end now Bagman.”

“I was just leaving Vee–” Hangman was hiding something, you just didn't know what. Regardless, you didn't have the time nor energy to deal with his shit today. Turning on your heels, you didn't see the way Jake adjusted himself before he walked out of Bob's room.

A pocket full of polaroids he was surely going to use later.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* Jake was in the middle of what was the best masturbating session he’d had in a while. He had the lotion out, tissues ready and a whole bunch of seductive polaroids of you that were just doing everything for him. Especially the one he had his attention on now–the one with your legs spread wide. Two fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy. The other wrapped around your own throat as your jaw slacked. Posing pretty for your photographer– Bob.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* “Hangman! I know you're in there, I can smell you from here!” Bobs doing his best to bang down Jake's door. So much anger raging through his veins. *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* “Seresin open the door!!” Bob went to pound his first against the wooden door one more time but Jake had opened it. Standing before Bob in his boxer briefs as Bob stood before Jake in his.

“Can’t this wait till morning? I'm busy!” Bobs pushing past into Jake's room.

“Where are they–”

“Where's what?”

“My polaroids man, you took the polaroids from my bedside drawer!”

“Polaroids of who huh?” Jake smirked. “Vee?” Taking steps towards where Bob had finally found the polaroid scattered on the floor besides Jake's bed. “Gotta say, im so happy you decided to stick with this amature photography bullshit, because that girl? Man, does she have some talent and you captured it expertly.”

“Watch your goddamn mouth!” Bob hissed as he collected the pictures he'd taken of you. They were all supposed to be for him and only him. “Be grateful I didn't tell Y/n or else she’d–”

“She’d what? Stuff her face with my dick like she did with yours?” Jake wasn't holding back. “Or would she ride me and let me take horny little pictures of her squeezing her tits?” Bob tried his best to keep a level head as Jake kept going. “Or will she finger herself while she chokes herself out, I mean–”

“I'm not listening to this crap.” Bob clenched his jaw, holding back every urge to just give Jake one right across the jaw. But instead he settled for peace. “You do something like this again and I'll kill you, you got that?” Eyeing each other off Jake took a risky shot. Gripping the back seater by his bicep before he had a chance to walk out of his room.

“I've got a better idea.” A better idea Jake truly did have.

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#Strictlyscandalous // Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

[ohtobeleah]

Could you do something with Bob and the reader squirting for the first time?

Brain go Brrrr. I can indeed anon I can indeed.

It has Bob in a frenzy. He can feel your legs shaking on either side of his face as he’s delving as deep as he can humanly go. Eating you out had become his new favourite venture, his new favourite snack. His favourite dessert. The pair of you had been hooking up on the down low. It was a recent thing though– You and Bob had been paired up for a game of pool against Bradshaw and Trance one night and you two seemed to hit things off very well. 

To the point where between a few too many cocktails on your end and a few not-so-light beers on his own behalf, you and Bob were back at his quicker than Hangman could make a quick-witted comment. And from that first hook up it hadn't stopped, whenever you and Robert Floyd had a free night? He could be found between your legs at either his place or your own. 

“Oh fuck!” Your fingers are carding through his hair, pulling against the slightly sweaty strands. “I'm gonna cum!”  Bobs not stopping, if anything your clear statement gives him all the more reason to keep doing exactly what it was he was doing. Tongue kicking into overdrive–the strongest muscle in the body. Flicking against your swollen bundle of nerves as he sucked an amazing pressure against you. The coil was about ready to snap as your thighs shook and your mouth slacked open. Beautiful moans escaped uncontrollably as your back arched and everything went black for a few seconds or so. “Ohhhh ahh fuck, Bob! shit–don’t stop!” 

As you pulsed and clenched around nothing, Bob felt like he'd suddenly begun to drown. It took him a moment to realise what had happened but when it clicked you’d squirted he never wanted to leave the position he was in. He’d happily die between your legs. Gasping softly with wide eyes as he pushed himself up to hover over you. 

“Holy shit–” Fuck he looked delectable, his slightly scruffed chin was shining with your nectar. “What just happened?” He knew, but he wanted to know why–what was different this time around? “That was incredible.” 

“You never heard of female ejaculation before?” As Bob fell to the mattress beside you, you took it as your opportunity to flip over and straddle his waist, leaning down to suck against the pulse point of his neck. Coaxing soft moans from him as his hands trailed the length of your exposed back.

“Oh, no I have, I just thought it was a myth like Unicorns or Moderate Republicans.” 

“You're really hard?” Yeah no shit sherlock, Bob had just witnessed a miracle play out before his very eyes. He’d never had a woman ejaculate on his face before. “Need to do something about that don't I?” You teased as you clasped your thighs around his length, Bob caught on quickly to what you were trying to do–reaching behind to help guide himself into your slick folds. Sucking him in ever so perfectly to the very hilt. “Fuck, feel so good every time.” 

“That was really hot, you should have been doing that from the beginning?” Bob knew he’d suddenly become an addict. He was going to make it his mission to get you to the point where you could cum like that every time he went down on you. 

“I cant.” The way you looked at him had Bob’s heart beating so fast in his chest as his hands gently guided your hips. “Not until I get comfortable enough around a guy.” Fuck, you’d caught feelings…. But that was more than okay because so had Robert Floyd. “Guess I'm pretty comfortable.” You winked as your hands fell to his chest for stability. Bob groaned as you rode him slowly, expertly and oh so perfectly. The sounds you were making were music to his ears. 

“Hope so.” Bob managed to say before he was falling into a mess of fucks, shits and ohs. “Oh I really hope so.”

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#Strictlyscandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

What about Rooster marking you up? On purpose too so everyone knows your his.

“Rooster—” Hangman queried the aviator who’d just handed him another beer. All still in their flight suits from a massive day. “Why does your girl look like seven shades of domestic violence?”

“What are you talking about Hang–” Rooster paused when he saw the bruises on your neck sticking out from under your shirt. “Oh shit, hang on.” Rooster was back on his feet in seconds, making strides your way. “Babe! Hey! Hey baby!”

Bradley Bradshaw had never had a girlfriend whose love language was acts of service. He wasn’t even sure what love languages were until you’d explained them to him.

You’d been working on a few festive treat recipes for the holidays. Trying your hand at perfecting those peanut butter stuffed medjool dates that were chocolate coated and seemed so delicious. But Rooster was napping at your neck as you sliced and pitted dates. Sucking sweet nothings against the junction of your neck and collarbone. Kissing your pulse point. Moving your hair from side to side as he marked you up.

“Bet you do this to all the girls huh?” You turned in between the bench and where Rooster was pressing up against you. Offering him a chocolate coated finger to suck on as he finished his assault on your neck. Both sides.

“No ma’am, only the ones I find in my kitchen making all kinds of goodies.” Hooking his arms up and under your legs as he propped you up on the kitchen bench—your leg’s either side of his waist. “You’ll always be the sweetest treat of all though.”

Rooster's hands worked to slip past your panties, his hand had crept into the pant of your sleep shorts before you even registered what he was up to. Snapping the lace fabric back against your pussy to make you jolt.

“The sweetest treat of all—“ With fingers gliding between your folds, Rooster quickly brought his hand back to his mouth, popping them in his mouth in such a way it had your head spinning. “Fucking hell baby you’re just so delectable.”

“What are you trying to play at here Bradshaw?” You teased. Turning your head to collect some more melted chocolate before sucking it off your index finger. “I’m trying to make these work tomorrow—I need the guys to give them their honest opinion.”

“Oh I’m trying to seduce you.” Bradley went back to napping just behind your ear. “Whenever I see you in my kitchen doing things like this it gets me so uncomfortably hard.” Playing the game, you rid yourself of your shirt. Roosters eyed glanced down at your newly exposed breast as you once again reached down for the melted bowl of chocolate—placing a small amount on both your nipples. “Oh Christ—“ Rooster sighed. He didn’t even need to be asked.

“Shit, my bad, clean this mess up will you Roo?” You taunted before his lips were wrapped around your areolas. “Ahhh—!”

“Babe!!” Rooster placed both his hands tenderly on your shoulders as he interrupted your conversation with Bob. “You gotta put your flight suit back up you look like a lit up Christmas tree—“ You’d tied the arms of your flight suit around your waist, leaving your black undershirt the only thing hiding Bradley’s assault from last night. Catching yourself in the mirror, you audibly gasped.

“Rooster! I look like I’ve been assaulted!!”

“I was gonna say something I just didn’t know how to bring it up.” Bob lipped. He was concerned for your well being at first but quickly realised the marks looked more sexual then domestic. Although—questions could be asked.

“God Bradshaw every time!” You huffed as you did your flight suit back up. “I need to invest in some turtlenecks because of you.”

“Hey I gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to—“ Rooster smirked as he kissed your temple.

“Trust me, we know!” Bangman shouted. Rooster never shut up about you. It was hard to forget.

“But even I’ll admit this was a little excessive.”

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#strictlyscandalous Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

[ohtobeleah]

I’ve always wanted to ask about Rooster being a cuckold but I’ve been way to afraid to. If you feel comfortable with it would you consider it for Strictly Scandalous?

Bestie don’t you worry, I got you. 🫡

“God, Bradshaw, you should feel how much your girls clenching around my dick.” With a hand wrapped in your hair pulling your head back, Jake snapped his hips back before thrusting so deep into you with so much force that he had you screaming his name.

“Ahhh fuck!! Jake please!—“ your sultry eyes never left Bradley’s as he sat cuffed to a chair in the corner of the room. Mouth stuffed with a gag. Saliva dripped down his chin to his chest. Naked. His cock so hard and begging for attention it throbbed almost painfully. Balling his fists when Jake came to wrap the hand that had previously been in your hair around your throat, pulling you up against his chest. “Shit—god you feel so fucking good.”

“I am good baby.” Jake groaned as he thrashed your cunt. Eyes drifting up to Bradley as his free hand that once held your hip flush against him came down to slap against your ass hard. Open palm. “I’m very good.” You couldn’t remember how the conversation came up or how you conjured up the idea but here you were. Being fucked so good by your boyfriends best friend right in front of him.

“You like what you see, Bradshaw?” Jake snickered as his balls slapped against the curve of your ass with every thrust he gave you. “Your girls the best pussy I’ve ever had—might need to keep her all to himself.”

Rooster strained against his restraints, the vein in his neck popping as he groaned in defiance to Jake's comment. It only sent you hurtling towards the edge of your high faster.

“Say it Y/n—“ Jake shoved at your back, pushing you back down onto your hands as he leaned over you. Whispering in your ear. “Tell your little boyfriend I’m the best you’ve ever had.” You refrained for far too long. Jake's hand came down with force right on top of where he’d already slapped your ass. Red raw. “Say. It!” He gave you everything he had. Slapping the same sensitive spot over and over again until you were as screaming fucked out crying mess in the palms of his hands.

“Jake! Fuck—no more, please!” You begged but it felt so fucking good. “You’re the best, the best I’ve ever had—“ Keeping your watery eyes locked onto Bradley’s as he came untouched. Cock twitching and sprinting hot spirits of cum onto his lower abdomen. Groaning against the gag as he threw his head back.

“Your turn Y/n—“ Jake growled with intent and list as he reached around to run small soft circles against your clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves welcoming his touch as you clenched around his slicked length. “Watch how I send your girl to the fucking moon Bradshaw, take notes.”

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#Strictlyscandalous // Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw.

[ohtobeleah]

Hi Leah! For strictly scandalous can you please do…..Drunkenly hitting on Bob at the bar with everyone. Like it’s making him such a wreck. But he knows he can’t do anything because his morals physically won’t let him.

“Hangman—please, you gotta take your sister home before I crack and end up taking her home myself!” Bob was practically ripping his own hair out in sexual frustration.

“Yeah, okay—“ Bob remembers Jake sighing in defeat, his night had been cut short by your drunken antics. Downing the rest of his beer before he stood. Making a direct path your way through the crowded bar—pushing people side to side before he was slumping you over his shoulder. “Come on you horny bitch, let’s get you outta here before Robert here ruins his tighty whities”

“But it’s not midnight yet!” You huffed over your brother's shoulder as he carried you out of the bar. It was New Year’s Eve. You’d all been out celebrating yet another year that the entire squadron had lived through together. A team united in blood sweat and compassion.

“Yeah well for you it’s midnight enough—“

That’s what led Bob to this moment, he’s got his tighty whities around his ankles. His jeans too, he couldn’t waist a second kicking them off as he slouched back on his couch—vigorously jerking himself off to the thoughts of everything you’d said to him in what he could only assume was a drunken haze. Come the first of January, which would be in approximately four minutes—you’d forget ever having tried to get Bob to take you home. But the memory would serve Bob well for now as he pumped himself to the thought of you.

“I think I’d really like it if you and I got outta here a little earlier—“ You had whispered in his ear earlier that night after only two vanilla and rhubarb cocktails. He could smell the spirits lacing your breath and knew instantly he couldn’t. Not when you were inebriated. “You know, I have a thing for this weapons system officer who always stops by my shop before and after his flights.” The comments started early on and were on all accounts quite vanilla. But they still had Bob in a flurry—stroking himself senseless as he let himself moan your name and think about everything he’d do to you if he’d just given in and taken you back to his.

“Like what you see?” Bob had been staring at you all night, the dress you’d been wearing was beautiful and classy but he wanted nothing more than to rip it off your body. His first tightened a little more as he slowly his rhythm down a tad. Not wanting to get to his destination too quickly. “Wanna see a little more?” You’d started to lift your dress a little higher so Bob could see more of your thigh. He’d panicked and gripped your wrist, stopping you from exposing yourself. The giggle you’d let escape told him you knew what you were doing. Taunting him. “You’re looking awfully flushed there Robert—wanna go down to the beach and cool off?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you, stop this—now.” Bob was trying his darndest. His mother had raised a true southern gentleman. He never swore he never drank. And he certainly never taken a girl he liked home to fuck her brains out before he’d taken her out on a real date no matter how much she was trying to make him crack. You were testing his limits though. “You’re doing things to me—“ Bob remembers whispering through gritted teeth as he felt his jeans getting too tight for comfort. The way your teeth sunk into your bottom teeth made his chest hurt. They were heart palpitations surely. “I’m going insane here, please—“

“Would it drive you crazy to know I’ve been fucking myself to the thought of you almost every night since I was transferred here?” It did in fact drive him crazy, but what made Bob lose his goddamn mind was when he’d lost sight of you for all of five seconds before you were taking his hand and placing a balled up bunch of black lace in his hand. “Here, hold these will you? I don’t need them anymore.” Pumping himself as he sighed in relief, Bob remembered that you’d given him your panties. He’d pocketed them in a hurry—so nervous someone had seen what you had done as he looked around, losing you in the process.

“Ohhh god yess—Y/n, baby—please.” Bob's chest rumbled as he continued working himself over in the dark of his living room. Wishing his hand was you. He’d thought about how you might feel, if you’d take control or let Bob do the work. Either way he wouldn’t mind, just as long as he got to call you his.

“Touch me?” You had asked as you sat beside Bob at one of the booths. He’d thought maybe some food would do you good. Confiscating your last drink in favor of something hot and carb loaded. “Please Bob, wanna feel your hands on me.” Spreading your legs under the table, you helped guide Bob's hand between your legs. His finger softly trailed up your thigh—landing dangerously close to your core. “Go on, touch me baby.” That was the moment you had him, Bob was about to crack, take you home and fuck you senseless but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do that knowing how much you’d regret it in the morning. This was all alcohol—it had to be. “I’m so wet just thinking about how you’d feel inside me.”

“You don’t know how bad I want you.” Bob growled against your lips before he pressed his lips against yours. Remembering the sensation that ignited the moment you two connected. Like electricity coursing through his veins. “But I can’t—you regret it.”

“The only thing I regret is not dragging you off to the bathroom and sucking you off right now.” Nope, nope that was it—Bob was on his feet making a Beeline for your brother the second you’d said that because he knew that you weren’t joking. You had those fuck me eyes everyone’s told him you gave him on a regular basis that he’d never noticed before.

Now here he was, jerking himself off because Rober Floyd couldn’t make a move. His phone rang beside him. Your face lit up the dark living room. Before he could even register what he was doing. Bob was answering on speaker.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I wanted you to hear me say your name when I cum.” You were quick to explain as you moaned through the speaker. Bob pumped his fist against his slicked up cock as fast as he could. Too hard to think about the consequences they may come tomorrow. “Bob—! Oh Bob baby I’m so fucking close!” Holding your vibrator to your throbbing pussy. Legs splayed out as you bucked your hips against the intense vibrations. “Shit!! I’m gonna need you to tell me I can come for you Bob, please—please tell me I can come for you.” Was this phone sex? Was that what was happening right now? Or was Bob having a wet dream because he couldn’t tell. Either way? He wanted to play along.

“Oh you can cum for me any time, pretty girl.” Bob's drawl was way too prominent, a little more confident in the comfort of the darkness in his own living room. “God you sound so good moaning my name, shit—!” He was seconds away from release, trying to hold back his orgasm as Bob heard you yelp on the other side of the line.

“Ohhhh Bob I’m coming I’m coming I’m coming—!! Ahhhh fuck!”

“Oh I’m with you baby ahhhh—ohhhh ohhh yess!!” In respective houses, you came together. Bob all over his stomach as you laid there pulsing around your vibratory in a horny daze. Silence had never felt so loud as you collected your thoughts, Bob too.

“Hey Bob?”

“Yeah—?”

“Come over?”

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#strictlyscandalous // Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

[ohtobeleah]

Could you do a CNC blurb for your strictly scandalous weekend with Rooster? If you aren’t comfortable with it that’s totally okay.

Oh, this really sparked my interest. I’ve never done a CNC blurb before but I’ve dabbled in it with Bailey a few times IRL so why not.

Warnings: CNC play (Consensual Non-consent play) brief knife play, rough sex, restraints, illusion of a break and enter.

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You’d spoken about it many times in heavy detail, the boundaries, the rules, the questions to ask if Bradley wanted to check in on you without breaking character and the answers you’d give in response if things were great, a little rough or needed to cease immediately. 

But with much preparation came the night you both decided that you, both as consenting adults who loved each other dearly and trusted each other wholeheartedly, would try CNC play. In other words—Consensual Non-Consent play. 

“Night bubs.” Bradley kissed you tenderly as he pulled you into his chest, you’d decided to give him something to play off a little later in the night and wear some lingerie to bed underneath one of his old TopGun shirts. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you so much more Roo.” You mumbled into his exposed chest, the pads of his fingers trailed across your back settling you into a deep comfortable sleep. Bradley didn’t dare to move until he knew you were gone with whatever dreams had taken you away. Slipping out of bed as gently and as quietly as possible to get his shit together. 

He’d chosen to use the downstairs bathroom as his home base, knowing that the light shining through from the ensuite may have had a chance at waking you up. Rooster didn’t want to take that chance. So down stairs he went—when you’d mentioned the idea of CNC to Bradley a few weeks ago he’d first been taken aback a little, not exactly knowing what was involved. But the more research you did as a couple and the more fantasies you came up with? He got it. 

Bradley Bradshaw had never been this fucking hard before. He couldn’t even get the ski mask on over his head quick enough before his jeans were becoming way too tight for his groin area. Having to adjust every few seconds while he fixed his get-up and made sure he had all his toys and supplies ready to go in his bag. 

You’d both settled on a break in scenario. The safe word you’d come up with and always used was octopus—it couldn’t be mixed up with anything easily and it was as far south from the situation as you could possibly get. Bradley could feel his heart beating in his chest as he snuck back into your room. The room he shared with you every night—god you looked so pretty between the fluffy covers. 

Sneaking around to your side, Bradley crouched down as he placed his bag on the ground. Tonight he wasn’t your Husband—but an intruder. A home invader who’d stumbled upon something too beautiful to not have his way with. In a book tucked away in your bedside table, you and Bradley had both signed an agreement with consent to do this. Your John Handcocks both signed at the bottom of the page outlining the events. You’d also told him verbally before going to bed. And if all else failed and you decided you just wanted to stop? That’s what the safe word had been for. 

“I bet you’re a lot of fun to play with pretty thing.” Bradley groaned as he pushed some hair from your face, fingers trailing softly down the side of your cheek as you stirred for a second. “Husbands a lucky guy.” He was mainly talking to himself as his fingers continued their journey down your cheek to your neck before they wrapped softly around your throat. “Gotta wake up now.” Counting the seconds it took for your eyes to open wide in shock of lack of oxygen, Bradley applied pressure to the sides of your neck. He watched as you struggled and stirred before finally waking, shooting up as he let go to listen to you gasp at the sudden flow of precious air. “Atta girl—“ 

“What the fuck?” You knew what was happening, but you were in this wholeheartedly—you’d always wanted to try something like this in a safe environment with someone you trusted. “Oh my god! Bradley!?” You shouted as you scurried away across the bed from the man who stood at your bedside—dressed in all back, face covered just to add to the effect and excitement. “Bradley!?” You shouted again as you raced towards the bedroom door only to be hoisted up kicking and screaming. Fighting off your attacker. 

“Husband must be the guy who’s tied up downstairs.” Bradley threw you down a little harsh onto the mattress. He knew you liked it rough so rough was what you were going to get. “God you’re a pretty little thing aren’t you.” It was pure ecstasy that pumped through your veins as you struggled against Bradley as he pinned you down, thrashing under his body as he straddled your waist. “What have we got under here huh?” It was the sound of Bradley’s pocket knife clicking open before he dragged it ever so gently across your throat before trailing it down the valley of your breast that had you dripping with excitement. “Don’t mind if I do.” He hissed before cutting the fabric of his old TopGun shirt right down the middle to reveal a set he’d never seen, a set you’d brought special for the occasion. “My my—Mrs Bradshaw, you are just a sight beneath me right now.” 

“H-how do you know my name?” You quivered as Bradley held your hands over your head with one hand and removed his belt with the other. 

“See you around base a lot, just something I picked up after watching you shower, listening to your colleagues address you.” He’d spoken with enough conviction to almost have you believing this was a real break in—but when Bradley went to tie his belt around your wrist and threw the headboard he leaned in to suck at the junction of your neck. “Now are you gonna be a good girl for me? Or am I gonna have to drag you husband up here so he can sit helplessly and watch me fuck the ever living shit out of you?” It was one of the questions you’d told Bradly to ask if he wanted to know if you were okay. You’d told him that if you were okay you’d beg him not to get your husband—if you weren’t okay? You’d say get him. 

“Don’t get my husband, please—he’d never forgive himself.” You’d even shed a few tears just to play into the darkness a little more as Bradley dismounted. Sauntering back over to his bag of goodies as you laid tied up with your arms over your head. “What are you doing?” 

“Shut the fuck up before I stuff that pretty mouth of yours.” Bradley hissed as he grabbed a bunch of rope, coming back to spread your legs as wide as you could get them. “Be a good girl for me, yeah? And this will be all over soon.” 

“Please don’t do this—“ You fought him off as you kicked your legs out and flung them around so it made it harder for Bradley to restrain you. “Take whatever you want, you know my husband and I are in the Navy so you know we make good money—take whatever you want, just don’t hurt me.” 

“Oh I don’t wanna hurt you.” It was so hard to to cum just at the way Bradley was g img you your biggest fantasy. “I wanna fuck you, but I can’t do that unless you stay the fuck still.” With a harsh grip on your ankle he managed to restrain you. 

“No no no no I don’t want you to, please—no.” It was almost sobs, but as Bradley tied your other leg down it left you exposed in the middle of your bed with nowhere to go, completely at his mercy. “No please—please I’m begging you.” 

“Open your mouth for me.” It was a command that you didn’t follow as Bradley stripped down to nothing but his boxer briefs, finally giving you a glimpse of how hard he truly was under the dim glow of your bedside table lamp. “I said open your fucking mouth—“ Again, you didn’t listen. Instead, you turned your head away from where Bradly stood with his face still covered. 

He was quick to remove the mask as soon as he was about to touch you sexually. That had been a safety net of yours, you wanted to feed into the fantasy as much as possible until it was time—anything sexual and you wanted to see your husband's face for security. 

“I’m not gonna ask again, I’ll just shove my cock so far down your throat you’ll feel it in your stomach—open your goddamn mouth.” It was only when Bradley reached out to squish your cheeks together did you turn your head to where he was now kneeling on the bed. “Suck my dick, little a good little whore.” Again, you didn’t—but when you sent Bradley an all knowing look? He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Forcing himself into your throat as he slowly built up a rhythm of face fucking you. “Ohhhh fuckk—yes you nasty little bitch suck my fucking cock.”

It was a whole other level of dirty take—but you loved it. The emerald green silk between your legs had darkened from your arousal as your gags flooded the room—bouncing off the walls as Bradley face fucked you. “Bet you wished you’d opened your mouth sooner huh? Look as you, taking my cock so well down your throat, no wonder you’re husband keeps you around—goddd fuck!” 

Before he could get too carried away, Bradley did another check in. Pulling out before wrapping his hand around your throat as he watched your saliva trip from your lips as tears streamed down your cheeks. 

“You don’t let your husband do this do you?” Again you had two options. If you were fine? you’d answer with a no, you don’t. If you weren’t okay and wanted to stop? You’d say you did, all the time. 

“No, no I don’t.” Gasping as Bradley pulled you closer to his cock again by your hair—this time you opened wide. Taking him in as you moaned against his length. He was using your mouth to get him off and it was working—the whole experience was driving him crazy with lust and desire that when he pulled his cock from your mouth he noticed just how fucking pretty you looked for him all face fucked and tied up? He needed you.

Pushing off his spot on the bed, Bradley finally removed his boxer briefs completely. Palming himself as he walked around the bed before crawling up between your legs. He could practically smell your arousal as he laid down on his stomach, his face between your legs—watching as you tried to hide as much as you could with the restraints holding you in place. 

“You’ve soaked these pretty panties, maybe you like this more than you're leaning on huh? should help you clean up?” 

“Please no—please I’m begging yo—Ahh!” You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before Bradly was snapping the soaked fabric of your panties against you. “No! Don’t touch me! My husband is gonna come up those stairs any second now.” 

“Really? Should we give him a show?” It was going to have to be tabled for a later date, but in the heat of the moment Bradley tore your panties right off your body—diving directly into your core with two fingers he knew you were wet enough to take. 

“Ahhhh—!! Stop! Oh my god!” You couldn’t have sworn that you were about to break through the leather of Bradley’s belt as his fingers curled up into your velvet walls as his tongue fluttered against your sensitive bundle of nerves—working you over. “Ahhhhh fuck! No—no stop!” You were trying to run, Bradley knew you were enjoying the game just by the way you were clenching and pulsing around his digits. 

“You taste so sweet, but I’ll have to finish my dessert a little later—“ He taunted as he crawled on top of you, strong muscular arms holding himself up as he lined himself with your entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you—“ To your surprise, Bradley reached up to undo the belt that had been holding your hands above your head. “And you’re gonna take it.” Before you could even think about pushing him off you—Bradley was slamming into you with enough force to knock the wind out of you. 

“Arghhh—fuck!” 

“Husbands gonna hear me fucking your brains out if you don’t shut up.” Bradley hissed as he stilled himself inside you for a moment—pinning your arms down above your head. He’d only un-tied you so that he could restrain you himself while he fucked you senseless. “Come on now pretty girl, take my cock like I know you can.” 

Within a second, Bradley was slamming into you relentlessly. There was no build up of intensity, it was simply animalistic. The speed and harshness of his thrust had tears streaming down your face as you cried out in pleasure coated pain. 

“You’re hu-hurting me!” You were fine, but it played into the fantasy. “Pl-please!” 

“I’m gonna fill this pussy so that your husband has to clean up my mess.” Bradley showed no mercy as he wrapped a hand around your neck, continuing his assault on your cunt as he smacked his hips against yours. “But you’re gonna cum for me first—“ At his words, you were shaking. “Touch yourself while I fuck you.” 

“No!” You cried out under the pressure his hand was creating around your neck. Bradley wore a smirk so perfect as he fucked you harder, the sound of your arousal coating his length was music to his ears as he let go of your neck. Listening to your gasp as he gripped your wrist and shoved your hand between the pair of you. “Fucking touch yourself or so help me god I’ll have you never walking again.” 

You reluctantly did what you were told, rubbing small delicate circles against your clit while Bradley fucked you—it felt so good, your hips rolled into his a few time before you realised you were meant to be fending him off. 

“Holy shit—fuck! I’m there, I’m there ahhhhh fuck I’m gonna cum!” Bradley couldn’t control himself as his body began to shake, his arms nearly gave out as you silently came underneath him—not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing you, biting your lip as your eyes rolled and a wave of unimaginable pleasure washed over you like a tsunami. He felt you though, pulsating around him, walls fluttering uncontrollably, muscles squeezing at his girth before milking him for all his worth. “Ahhh yes baby yes yes!!! Fucking Christ—“ 

As Bradley fell to your stomach he kissed around your chest. Heavy breaths from the both of you filled the bedroom before you both stayed silent for a few moments. 

“Are you alright sweetheart?” Bradley cooed as he looked up at you. Your hands had gone to play with his scalp as a show of appreciation. Coaxing soft moans from your husband as his head rested between the valley of your still clad breasts. 

“I can’t believe we just did that—“ You chuckled softly. “But yes, I’m so good baby you have no idea.”

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#Strictlyscandalous // Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

[ohtobeleah]

Road head with Rooster. Need I say more?

“Rooster, man—you better get your girl home before she goes another round with Javy.” Phoenix snickered as she watched you and Coyote belt out your latest karaoke song. So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings by Caroline Polachek. 

“Ducks looked better Bradshaw—“ Hangman smirked as he patted Bradley’s shoulder a few times with a gentle sigh. “I’ll help you get her to the Bronco." Duck – It took a while before you got the hang of evasive maneuvering, as good as a sitting duck when dog fighting. The callsign had stuck. 

“Thanks Man.” Rooster had pulled the short straw between the two of you tonight. He was hailed the designated driver—you were free to drink till your little heart's content. “And she’s not my girl Trance, we’re just mates is all.” 

He didn’t want to be just friends with the girl who lived next door or his wingwoman or the girl who would always without fail make sure he paid his tab. He didn’t want to be just friends with the girl who’d drive him home some nights like he would her. He didn’t want to be just friends with the girl he would stare at lovingly for hours if his friends let him. He didn’t want to be just friends with all the x-rated dreaming he did—but you were in fact…..Just friends. 

“Jesus fucking Christ Roos she smells like a distillery.” Jake groaned as he helped Rooster drag you out to his car. You were acting in defiance—dragging your feet and slumping low because you weren’t finished singing karaoke with Javy. “How is she still alive?” 

“Beats me.” 

“You two are fucking jerks.” You mumbled as Jake shoved you into the passenger seat of the Bronco he loved to hate and hated to love. “I'm not even that far gone, look!” You scuffled with Hangman as he tried to subdue you back into the car but you were all too persistent. “See, watch me walk a straight line–” You tried to do that just, except you took one step and fell right into Bradley as he put his arms out to catch you. “Opps–”

“Okay killer, let's get you home.” Rooster laughed as he slugged you back into the car. Shutting the door before you had a chance to debate it. 

“Good luck man, You’re gonna need it.” Jake just shook his head and laughed as he waved Rooster off, watching as you immediately let your head fall to his shoulder the moment he put the Bronco in reverse. 

As Rooster drove you back to yours with your head on his shoulder, your hand gently grasped over his crotch in an attempt to push yourself up a little more. His breath hitched in his throat as the sensation. Surely that was an accident but still–it felt way too good for what it was. 

“Jeez Duck, Hangman was right–you do smell like a distillery? How much have you had to drink?” 

“Enough to know that that gave you a semi.” It was too quick of a response for you to not know what you were up to. “Did that feel good Bradshaw?” You gently gazed your open palm across his crotch with more conviction this time, reveling in the soft groan that escaped Bradleys mouth as he focused his eyes on the road in front of him. Two hands on the wheel just to stop himself from going completely feral. “God, that's so hot.” 

“Y/n, stop.” Bradley hissed as you worked your hand over his clothed crotch, the feeling of his growing and hardening under your touch sent a pool of liquid amber between your thighs. You were feral for him. “I can’t–you can’t.” 

“Does it not feel good?” You taunted as you squeezed his shaft through Roosters jeans, pearing up to watch him clench his jaw. The vein in his neck popped. “Because i don't think i'm inclined to believe you when your reacting the way you are Roo–” 

“You’re drunk.” Rooster pointed out through gritted teeth. “It would be taking advantage of you, and I'm not gonna do that.” 

“What if I want you to take advantage of me?” Bradley, although verbally trying to coax you down from the edge of a very hot cliff, didn't try to stop you as you unbuckled his belt. “What if I want you to keep driving while I suck you off?” 

“No–” Rooster moaned as you slipped your hands in his jeans, palming him over his boxer briefs. “I mean, ahh.” He couldn't think straight, what the hell was happening right now. “Fuck, Y/n, you really cant be doing this–its not right.” 

“For once in your life Rooster, stop fucking thinking.” You shuffled in your seat, sinking your head further down towards his lap as you worked to pull him from the confines of his clothes. Heavy in your hands, Bradley let his head fall back against the headrest, holding his breath for a moment until your lips wrapped around his very pink, very throbbing tip. 

“Uhhh Fugghh–” He wanted this so badly. He’d always wanted you but Rooster couldn't shake the feeling he could have done more to stop you. Would you regret this in the morning? Would you sucking him off ruin your friendship? “Ohh god I can't believe this is happening–” 

All you did was moan around him in response, taking him further down your throat as you exactly worked him over like you’d dreamt about so many times before this very moment. You’d been trying to give off the signals for weeks, but perhaps you hadnt been clear enough. The alcohol in your system had you buzzing–no desire to slow down or pull up. 

“Fuck!” Bradley jolted when he hit the back of your throat, his hand instinctively coming down on top of your head to keep you from moving–inadvertently pushing you down just a little further onto him. “Y/n–Fuck, please baby you gotta keep going.” It was the way you were gagging around his cock that brought Rooster out of his hesitant daze, balling your hair up into a pony so he could gently guide you up and down his rock hard cock. “Shit, this is everything.” He let out a soft scoff, his teenage self would not believe it if he went back in time and told the younger version of himself he was getting road head from the prettiest girl he ever knew. “You feel so fucking good.” 

“You taste even better.” Pulling away for a brief moment you catch your breath, You worked your fist up and down to a rhythm you knew would keep Rooster barrelling quickly towards his high. You just loved the rouge hume that had taken over his cheeks, the flustered look he had. The small amount of sweat that had started to form at his hairline. It was perfect, he was perfect. “Do you want me to keep going Roo?” You teased as you slowed down your rhythm, not pumping your hand as vigorously as he would have liked. “Or do you still want me to stop because you don't wanna take advantage of such a good girl?” 

“Oh you are anything but good–” Bradley scoffed as his lips turned into a smirk. Since when that the drive back to the street your shared been so fucking long. “Keep going, or I'm gonna make you.” It had your core tingling with adrenaline and need as you fastened your pace–pumping his shaft before wrapping your lips back around him. Hollowing your cheeks as you worked your mouth over his length, sloppy road head. “Ohhhh fucking Christ!” 

Rooster was so close as he turned his indicator on and swung left into your street. He was stunned that he was able to keep his eyes on the road as much as he had when he had the prettiest girl sucking him off. It felt surreal, so intense he knew his orgasm was going to consume him completely. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–Pull up Y/n I’m gonna cum!” Panic rose in Roosters chest as you kept going, ignoring his warnings was a primal instinct to want to feel him fill your mouth with his load. “Duck!” He moaned just one more time with a sigh that came from a place so deep that his vision blurred– Sending him swerving onto your driveway a little more haphazardly than Rooster should have. But the way you sucked him for all he was worth had the corners of his vision darkening like he was under sustained G-force. Fighting off G-Loc. “Ahhhhhh baby yesssss.” 

He had nothing left to give by the time you had sucked him dry. Continuing your assault until Rooster was jotling from overstimulation. Pulling up and away, you made sure to pop your lips together before wiping your mouth on your forearm. Taking in the puddle of a man you’d turned Bradley Bradshaw into as he tucked himself away. 

“You wanna come inside?” 

“Yes, fucking hell yes.” 

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#Strictlyscandalous Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw.

[ohtobeleah]

Doing this on anon because I'm not really confident yet >. > for your #strictlyscandalous blurbs, Bob Floyd being introduced to a femme fatale-esque fellow pilot? I leave the rest to your imagination ❤️

“Should we help him?” Mickey had gone into what he thought was cardiac arrest when he heard the commotion coming from inside the men’s showers on base. “If he’s in there with Venus he’s gonna end up on the news tonight." Fanboy teased as he threw his wet towel into the nearby hamper. Bob's near-painful grunts filled the gap between when he'd finished his last sentence to now. "Robert Floyd—dead at thirty-four.”

“Ahh! Ohh fuggh—!” The sounds of Bob moaning filled the changing room once again, only less painful and more pleasure-filled. The stream of hot water spewing from the shower head was doing nothing to muffle his cries. He never swore, ever. But you had cuss words dripping from his tongue like liquid gold. "I can't--fuck!" Bob pleaded, he was so in over his head it wasn't funny. But god it felt so good.

“Such a needy little boy—“ Mickey's eyes widened as he cupped a hand across his mouth so he didn’t spew out a slew of laughter. How the fuck had Bob managed to find himself in this position. “Beg for me baby—you can take it, I know you can.“ An unmistakable sound of a slap cracking against wet skin rang out throughout the changing room. Which body part it had collided with Fanboy wasn’t too sure. But it sounded like it stung in the most perfect way.

“Need it—ahhh fughh, need it so bad.” Bob cried before the same sound of an open-palm slap rang out. Fanboy flinched, holy shit Bob was getting his ass beat. Not to his surprise, you had a reputation for being a man-eater.

“It sounds voluntary—“ Jake smirked as he stood up from where he’d been changing out of his standard issue boots back into something more comfortable. “I say we let him learn his lesson not to feed the animals.” Jake had zero sympathy. He’d been there and done that a million times before. He knew girls like you like the back of his hand—like a Venus fly trap. Pretty enough to lure your prey in close enough to have them squirming in the palm of your hand—then you attack. Bob just happened to be on the menu. “It’s Venus for crying out loud, he should’ve known better than to mess around with her—“

“She’s gonna kill him, man—“

“She'll keep him breathing just enough, let him learn a valuable lesson.”

Mickey may have been right. If only he could see the way you were riding Bob on the floor of the shower. His back against the tiles as he babbled like a little bitch at everything you gave him.

“Such a pretty boy for me.” You had to keep Bob's head still by wrapping your hand around his throat, watching as his face turned a nice shade of dusty red as you constricted his airway. “You gonna cum for me huh Floyd? gonna cum so soon? can't you handle me huh?" You were killing him, truly Bob couldn't breathe. But the way it made him feel was otherworldly. he didn't want you to stop as his body tumbled under you as his hands gripped as your hips, nails near drawing blood as his grip tightened the closure he got to his high.

“Pl-please.” Bob's practically sobbing as you slow down the pace. “Please, I’m begging—“ When you slap his cheek a little harsher than the last two times his eyes grow wide as you let him breathe again. Gasping as you picked up the speed you were flicking your hips and he was done for. “Ohhhh fugghh I’m cumming!” It hurt just as much as it felt amazing as you rode Bob through his high. He couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t control his appendages as he twitched and babbled incoherent nonsense. Flooding you with everything he could give you.

“Lay the fuck down.” You barked as Bob did what he was told. Mesmerised as you climbed him like a tree. Sitting perched on his face for a moment. “Fuck! Ahhh eat my cunt Bobby, clean your fucking mess.” He’d never had a woman speak to him this way before. He was addicted, needy for more and oh so thankful for what you gave him. "Ohhhh fuck yes! use that fucking tongue." Leaning yourself back on Bob's chest, you pinched his nipples to the point he was hissing into your cunt.

"Fuck!" Again, you had him begging into your cunt as you smothered is face. "Mmmm hurts." But he felt amazing.

“Holy shit what happened to your cheek?” Phoenix ran her hand delicately across Bob's slightly reddened cheek when he stumbled into the Hard Deck a little later on that same afternoon. “Did someone hit you?” Bob noticed the way Fanboy choked on his beer and Hangman snickered as he took his shot at darts. Fuck, they knew.

“I think I just got laid, or—mugged, or both—“ Bobs rubbing his neck, still throbbing from where you’d choked him out. “I’m not sure yet.”

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#StricklyScandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd