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[themissingmango]

Jake “Hangman” Seresin appreciation post! 🧡

[viximillarumvitarum]

Me: So if Aaron Taylor Johnson is the new Bond they’re going to need a new CIA buddy, Felix.

Husband: I suppose…

Me: And in the books Felix is from Texas

Him: *sigh* Lemme guess…

Me: I think Glen Powell would be PERFECT

Him: If Aaron Taylor Johnson AND Glen Powell were in a Bond movie together you would literally pass out. Like bloody nose and everything.

Me: You’re not wrong.

AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THIS WOULD BE PERFECT CASTING???

[thegigilwriter]

Masterlist: “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary: 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Keywords/Warnings: Romance, definitely NOT slow burn, both smut and implied smut (if you’re not 18, go away), Drama, descriptive writing (more show than tell), some religious themes but not dominating (OC is Catholic), mention of hospitalization, imminent death, and missing loved one, possible inaccuracies about deployments and marine biologists.

Chapter Index

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 9.5 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 ...

Disclaimer: “Danger & Star, Rooster & Hope” is a work of fiction created by @thegigilwriter and is not endorsed by the original creators, producers, or any affiliated parties of TopGun and TopGun: Maverick. All characters, settings, and events portrayed in this fanfiction are purely fictional and do not reflect the views or intentions of the original creators. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental. The author acknowledges the original creators' ownership of the intellectual property and intends no infringement upon their rights. This fanfiction is created for entertainment purposes only.

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[themorriganwitch]

Bradley Bradshaw NSFW Alphabet

18 ++ content MDNI

Aftercare (What the are like after sex): He is super attentive after Sex, whatever you need its yours. You need a glass of water? He will get it for you while also grabbing a couple of snacks. You want to take a shower to get all cleaned up? Let him carry you into the bathroom. You need to be held or want to cuddle? He will not only hold you but also give you the best back or head scratches you could ask for. Bradley would also shower you in praise, telling you how good you just did and how well you took him. But everything goes both ways, so if you were the one who went a little rougher on him, he highly appreciates if you’d do the same for him (probably not the carrying part but especially the cuddle and praise one)

Bodypart (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):  On him definitely his hands/fingers. He just knows how to work them, no matter if it’s playing the piano to entertain a crowd, navigating his 70 million super hornet in the air or curling them up just right to hit that spongy spot that makes you scream out his name every single time. On you it’s everything that’s soft. No matter if that’s your belly, your boobs, your thighs or whatever. Bradley is all muscular, rough and calloused, he just has a major thing for all of your softness compared to himself.

Cum  (Anything to do with cum): He is messy. He loves to cum into your mouth when you give him head, but he also loves to mark you up by cumming all over your belly or your thighs. When you are on birth control or a trying for a lil Bradley he is obsessed with cumming inside of you. That’s when he finds out he has a major breeding kink.

Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs): He kinda likes it when you are angry or frustrated. Not because he likes to see you upset but because he knows he gets extremely lucky in the way you tend to get rid of all your negative emotions. He would never openly admit it, because he feels bad for benefiting from anything that strains you, but it’s just how it is.

Experience (How experienced are they?): He has definitely been around the block. A couple of one-night stands, some short affairs or friends with benefits scenarios. He knows exactly what he is doing and is eager to learn what gets you going.

Favorite Position (Pretty self explanatory)

- Missionary: As said before, he is craving intimacy during sex like air, so he would be an absolute goner for seeing your face while he thrusts into you, slow and passionate.

- Cowgirl: On the days where he just not feels like doing most of the work there is nothing better than watching you bounce on top of his big cock, while his face is buried in your boobs, hand grabbing the soft flesh of your hips. Also, one of his favorite positions when he subs.

- Face sitting: Also, one of his favorite when you are taking the lead. Your wet pussy pressed onto his face while he has no option but to take and please as you command. He loves it.

Goofy (Are they rather serious in the moment, or humorous): Simply depends on the mood he is in. If he is stressed because Mav made him do 200 push-ups because he lost to hangman in a dogfight, there is no way you will see a smile on his lips until he was able to fuck out all of his anger. If the two of you spend a beautiful day at the beach, ending the day with fucking in his Bronco at the beach – he would be the one to crack some stupid jokes or make you laugh because it makes the moment even more intimate for him.

Hair (How well groomed are they?): He is not fully shaved. He has definitely some hair down there, even though he keeps it trimmed. On you, he does not really care, as long as everything is hygienic, and you feel comfortable with it.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment?): He definitely can and will have sex without having an emotional connection with someone, that’s how it works for him his whole adult life. But as soon as he found his special person, his soulmate, he is craving intimacy like air to breathe. He just cannot have sex without it anymore. So, no matter if its angry sex, make up sex, slow morning sex or whatever, being close to you and show his love and affection for you while doing it, is the most important thing for him.

Jack off (Pretty self explanatory): He is definitely not above it. If he’s deployed, stressed or when you are not in the mood for sex he would simply jack off and that’s it.

Kink (Some kink of theirs): Bradley is a pretty open guy. I do see him being rather kinky than vanilla, but he is not too extreme. It’s more like he likes from everything a certain bit and not one thing in particular overly extreme. He also communicates a lot and is down to try out pretty much everything you suggest, but I would say that these are his main kinks: (copied from my dagger squad kink head canons)

-       Choke kink – on the few occasions where he lets you take the lead and let you bounce on top of him, he wants nothing more than your tiny fingers wrapped around his throat. And when you squeeze him just right – he could come in that exact moment.

-       Daddy Kink – I don’t know why, maybe it’s just the vibe he gives or maybe it’s me wanting to call him Daddy, he definitely has one. Amen.

-    Overstimulation – God, how he loves seeing you completely messed up, tears straining your cheeks after he gave it to you so good again and again and again.

-       Impact Play – How he loves watching your ass jiggle, your flesh red and hot from where he put his hands.

-       Breeding Kink – Nothing he would ever think about during his frat boy years but after finding his soulmate he cannot imagine something sweeter that seeing you pregnant with his child.

-        Dumbification and Cockwarming would also belong to his kinks.

Location (Favourite places to the deed): Also depends on the mood. If he likes to be risky that day, he would totally be down to let you ride him in the back if the bronco or press you against the door of the Hard Deck bathroom. The only place where he would never risk being caught is on base, simply because he worked too hard for his career for destroying everything because he needed to get laid. Otherwise, he would not hesitate to fuck you all over your shared home. Every place possible he has fucked you at least 3 times.

Motivation (What turns them on?): You. Preferably if he sees you wearing his favorite sun dress, wearing your hair in a low messy bun. Saying he is gone would be an understatement.

No (Something they wouldn’t do): Someone who can’t communicate or is not willing to do so. He wouldn’t also date someone who does not reciprocate the energy he is investing into the relationship.

Oral(Preference in giving or receiving, skill): He loves to give as much as he loves to take. If he had a particularly hard day and you try to help him relax by shoving him all down your throat, he is probably looking for engagement rings right after. For giving: He absolutely loves to have his head pressed between your thighs, he could die happily down there. He is quite skilled at what he is doing but is always eager to learn how he could improve to just gives you exactly what you need. After you’ve been together for a couple of times, and he knows how to read your body and it’s signals he could draw as many orgasms out of you as your body is able to give him. He takes huge pride in this ability.

Pace (pretty self explanatory) : He can go from slow and deep to passionate to rough. He has the whole palette and chooses based on the mood the two of you are in.

Quickie (pretty self explanatory) : Bradley loves to take his time with you, but he is a busy man, so he would never decline a quickie before he has to head to base or when he is too tired after work to go for more than one round.  Being always the gentleman he is, he will always make sure that you finish before him even if he must keep it short.

Roles (which roles do they take during sex?) : Bradley is a switch even though he’s probably more often than not the dominant part. If he acts as a certain role, it would be a soft dom /pleasure dom. Nothing to extreme, but he still likes to be in charge while knowing you enjoy yourself as much as he enjoys himself. On the occasions where you are in charge, he likes you to be rather mean with him, but also not an extreme. Balance is really important to him

Stamina (how many rounds are they able to go?): Bradley is a fit guy who works out frequently. He can go for a couple rounds, but he might need some breaks in between. Nevertheless, he will always make sure to make you cum at least once or twice but is always trying to get as many orgasms out of you as possible. None of you will be left unsatisfied.

Turn off (What turns them off?) : Poor Communication skills. Bradley is a skilled guy, but he simply can’t read you mind. If you are in a relationship, it is extremely important for him, that the both of you enjoy your sexual encounters to a maximum. That’s why he needs you to talk to him about what you want, how he can better himself and most importantly if you felt uncomfortable in any situation. Someone who would not go the extra mile or someone who feels embarrassed to talk about sex in general is a huge turn off for him.

Unfair (How big of a tease are they?): Oh god he is such a tease. He LOVES to get you all riled up and flustered while you are out at the hard deck or at IceMavs for a Dagger Barbeque. But everything goes both ways, so if he riled you all up the previous night and dared to tease you for the fact how needy you were as soon the two of you were finally alone to fuck, he knows to expect his very own teasing the next day. No matter if you are sending him mirror pictures in his favorite lingerie set or dirty messages about anything you want to do to him later, you will always be quite creative when it comes to take your revenge.

Volume (How loud/vocal are they?): Bradley is quite vocal. He groans, he moans softly, and he is HUGE on dirty talk. No matter if it’s praising you for taking him so well, teasing you for being already wet before he could touch you, or slightly degrading you for being his perfect little fuck toy, he loves to talk to you while giving it to you so good.  He also loves to hear all your moans, whimpers, pleas or whatever you can give him. Hearing how you react to his touch makes him always feel so cherished and proud.

Wild Card (their wild card): Neither Bradley nor I are really sure if he would actually take action on his plan but the number of times, he thought about sharing you with someone else is insane. As said before, I am not sure if he would actually bring it up to you but in his mind, he revisited the scenario of your face blurred with pleasure while two dicks are pounding into you at the same more often than not.

X-Ray (What's going on in those pants?): He is a bit above average regarding length and width, with a beautiful pinkish red tip and he knows damn well how to use it.

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): He is not like a bunny who needs to get at every second of the day (at least not all the time), so I think his yearning is quite balanced. There will be weeks where you won’t be able to keep your hands of each other but there will also be times where Sex just is not the most important topic on your mind. But I do think that you will never go too long with it, you both will make sure to go for it at least once a week, even if it’s just for the sake of feeling physically close with one another.

Zzzzzz (How fast do they fall asleep after it?): Bradley will always make sure you are being take care of after Sex. No matter how many rounds you just did or how exhausted he is, he will always take his time to cuddle up with you and talk to you for a little while, before the two of you fall asleep.

[lyn-js]

Slow Ride Masterlist

As a single mother moving back into her childhood home with her older brother, Lyla thought her life couldn't go downhill. But when her new past decides to show up, the mysterious mechanic named Hangman who works at her late father's shop decides to step up and help her with this ugly situation. Over time Lyla and Jake get to know more of one another, hopefully getting to break down his walls of tattoos, and bad boy persona and more of Jake instead of Hangman. maybe even more.

Warnings: Mentions of parental death, mental abuse, alcohol use, swearing, angst, a whole lotta fluff, and eventually smut 18+

Chapter 1. Where it all began

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[cherrycola27]

false god

Series Warnings: Mythology!AU. Language, alcohol, drinking. Military inaccuracies. Mutual pining, unrequited love. Allusions to full smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Individual chapter warnings will come as needed. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Chapter 10: Devil in Her Eyes

Even though it is Saturday, and he should be sleeping in, Bradley's body betrays him, and he finds himself waking up much too early with an unfamiliar warmth pressed against him.

It takes his brain a few seconds to catch up, but once it does, he registers that it's your body pressed up against him.

At some point in the night, the two of you shifted, and now, Bradley had your back firmly pressed up against his torso, with one arm wrapped tightly around you, and your head tucked under his chin.

He kisses the top of your forehead and tries to will himself back to sleep, but it's no use. He's hyper aware situation he is in. The very hard situation he is in.

You shift in your sleep, causing your ass to brush across the massive hard-on he has right now. It's almost painful.

He can't remember the last time he had been dating a girl this long without sleeping with them. He was hoping that last night would have changed that, but after what happened, you both knew it wasn't the time.

But you were worth the wait. Bradley had promised himself that he would be better for you. That he would give up his former fuckboy ways, and be the partner you needed. You deserved it.

You weren't some twenty-something with daddy issues who was trying to piss off her parents, and you weren't some tag chaser who only wanted to be with him because of his shiny pins and medals.

If anything, he was the tag chaser because you had twice as many as he did.

You weren't any of that. You were real— substantial, hardworking. You deserved a partner who was going to support you and respected you, and that's exactly what Bradley wanted to be.

So, at 5:48 in the morning, he hauled himself out of bed to take a shower and to have the quietest solo session of his life.

He emerges roughly twenty minutes later. The dim light from the bathroom barely illuminates his bedroom. He looks over at his bed and chuckles. You've moved from your side of the bed, and now, you are sprawled out in the middle of his sheets like a starfish.

You look so much more peaceful now than you did yesterday. Bradley doesn't dare wake you. Instead, he slips on some gym shots and a Navy tank top. He grabs his phone from the charger before going to his kitchen.

He grabs a banana from the bowl on his island, some water from the fridge and a protein shake. He finds his keys and then quietly slips out of his apartment.

He makes his way to your floor and uses the key you gave him and never took back to unlock your door. He hears Cerberus' paws tapping on the floor as he runs into the living room from one of the bedrooms in your apartment. Bradley gently talks to him as Cerberus excitedly greets him.

Bradley heads to your pantry cabinet and feeds Hydra and Cerberus, and refills their water bowls.

The then makes his way back to your entry way to grab the harness and leash you use when you take Cerby on a run with you. Bradley quickly puts it on him, but it proves to be more difficult than he imagined because Cerberus won't stop licking his face.

"I know, buddy, I'm happy to see you too!" Bradley tells him as he scratches behind his ears. He quickly gathers his things and takes Cerberus into the hallway, and locks the door behind him.

Bradley and Cerberus end up running three miles around your neighborhood. They took a break to watch the sunrise before heading back.

It was almost eight when he dropped Cerby back at your apartment with the promise to be back later.

Bradley had taken his second shower of the day and was making waffles when you finally came out of his room.

You walked bleary-eyed into his kitchen and were met with the glorious sight of Bradley clad in grey sweatpants and a black tee straining against the taught muscles of his back as he worked over his stove.

Now that's a sight you could wake up to every morning

"G'morning," you called to him. Your voice was raspy and still thick with sleep.

"Good morning, Angel. I hope you're hungry." Bradley said as he turned and smiled at you. His curls were slightly damp, probably from a shower you figured, and one of them had the audacity to fall from the neat pile at the top of his head and rest perfectly on his forehead, as if it's sole purpose in life was to taunt you.

"I'm starving, but I need to go to my apartment and feed the fur babies and walk Cerberus." You tell him with a sigh.

"Already taken care of. Cerby and I did three miles and watched the sunrise this morning. Fed him and Hyrda and told them we'd be back later." Bradley smiles at you as he plates some waffles and bacon and slides one in front of you.

You stand there stunned. You can't believe he did that for you, and he made you breakfast.

Bradley takes a seat at his kitchen island and looks at you. "It's going to get cold, dig in." He says.

Gods, he is the best

A wide smile breaks out across your face. You take your plate and set it right next to his before plopping down in his lap and planting a kiss on his lips.

Bradley is startled for a moment but then wraps his arms around you and returns the kiss. When you pull away, you don't get up. Instead, you spend the rest of breakfast, perched on his thigh, eating some of the best waffles you've ever tasted.

"I didn't know you could cook. With how often you end up in my kitchen, I thought that you lived off of beer and instant noodles." You joke with Bradley as the two of you finish up the breakfast dishes.

"Breakfast is about all I can do. My mom tried to teach me so I could impress girls, but breakfast is the only thing that stuck. It is beer and instant noodles and the occasional squished sandwich any other time." Bradley shoots back.

"Well, consider me impressed with your waffle iron skills." You say as you stand up on your tip toes and press a kiss to his lips.

Bradley tries to deepen the kiss, but his nose bumps into yours, and he winces.

It's probably the first of many times he'll be hurt by you

You gently stroke his cheek and trail your finger across the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, Love. You poor thing. What are you going to tell Maverick? You can't wear an oxygen mask with your nose like it is." You say sympathetically.

"I'll tell him a fell down some stairs or something. Don't worry." Bradley tells you with a kiss to your hair. His silent way of telling you not to stress over it.

"Okay." You smile at him.

"Love, as much as I want to stay here with you, I've got to be a responsible pet owner." You say.

"I know. We can both go downstairs. Let me get you some sweatpants to wear." Bradley says, knowing you need clothes too.

You slide on a pair of his sweats and draw them at the waist. The two of you make the quick trip to your apartment, and Hydra and Cerberus are more than happy to see you. After finally getting calmed down, you and Bradley settled on your couch while they settled at your feet.

Bradley turns on your TV and puts on a movie that both of you have seen. He's trying to distract himself to keep from asking you the hundreds of questions he has had racing through his mind after your confessions from last night.

He tries to hold it in, but after an hour, he breaks.

Bradley turns off the TV and turns to you.

"Angel, I know it's probably rude of me, but I have some questions for you—about everything." Bradley says.

There is a short pause. You exhale and meet his eyes. "What do you want to know?" You say.

Bradley pauses to think. As much as he wants to dive into the deep stuff, maybe he should ease in first.

"How old are you—really?" Bradley asks. He figures that it's an easy place to start.

"I am really, three thousand one hundred eighty-nine years old. But Olympian years aren't like human years. One Olympian year is about a hundred human years. So technically, I wasn't lying when I told you I was thirty-one." You answer him.

"But, I've only lived on Earth about eleven hundred years." You say.

"Okay. Makes sense, I guess." Bradley says. "What else do you want to know?" You ask him. You have a feeling that is could go one of two ways, and you weren't sure which one would be harder to explain.

"You said that you burned Persephone, and you were banished because of that. What do you mean? If it's too much for you to talk about, I understand. I'm just—curious." He says sheepishly. So much for him easing in

You breathe a sigh of relief.

You weren't ready to have the conversation about his parents yet.

"Well—" you begin.

"Zeus is my older brother. Out of the 'Big Three' of myself, Zeus, and Poseidon, I'm the youngest. Persephone is also older than me. That's important." You tell him. Bradley nods his head.

"Before there was Hera, Persephone was betrothed to Zeus. But she didn't—she said she didn't love him. She came to visit me in the Underworld because she fancied me. She thought I was charming and mysterious. To be a young Goddess, she said I was so mature. Wise beyond my years. I was completely taken by her. She was the first person who ever showed a real interest in me." You say.

"She was lively, beautiful, energetic. She lit up any room she walked in and made my life brighter. She was always the center of attention. When she was around, people were drawn to her. And she had this was of making you feel special—important, like you were the only person in the world who mattered. Just like you, Love. I guess you could say I have a type." You snicker.

"Persephone made me feel important, desirable—worthwhile. When you're the Goddess of death, you're used to being cast a side, but she put me on a pedestal." You explain to him. Bradley listens with wrapped attention.

All you ever wanted was for someone to pay attention to you

"What started out as an autumn infatuation turned into a winter romance. Everything was fine— until spring came, and she was supposed to go back to marry Zeus. I told her she could stay with me. We could marry and rule the Underworld together. But then—well—that's where it gets hazy." You tell Bradley.

"Hazy? What do you mean?" Bradley asks you.

What did you mean?

"Well, I can remember very clearly asking Seph to stay and marry me, but then it's like I have these—these— gaps. It's foggy. The next thing I remember is being on trial in Olympus." You press your fingers to your forehead to try and remember.

"Trial?" Bradley asks.

A witchtrial was more like it

"Zeus summoned me from the Underworld to stand trial for the crime of intentionally maiming Persephone in an effort to keep her to myself. She came to Olympus in shambles about how I had proposed to her and that she tried to break off it because she had come to her senses and realized that she did want me and when she told me that, I lost control and burned her face because I knew Zeus wouldn't have an imperfect bride." You explained.

"Did you?" Bradley breathes out. Almost ashamed to ask.

Did you?

"I don't think so. But I don't remember. I loved Persephone. I never would have hurt her on purpose. She said I made her ugly and unlovable because of how her face and neck were scarred from my fire burns. But I didn't think she was ugly. I still thought she was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. I tried to defend myself, but no one would listen to me." You could feel the tears starting to build.

You still remember how much it hurt you. Seeing her standing here. Her her once perfect skin marred with scars that you caused.

You never once thought they made her any less beautiful. Just like how you never thought Bradley's made him any less handsome.

"She said such hurtful things about me. She called me 'a crisis of her faith.' A demon, —a monster. 'A love sick-child who couldn't take no for an answer'." You sighed heavily.

"Zeus was going to force Persephone to stay in the Underworld because my brother is vain and wouldn't marry a disfigured woman. He thought having her there with me was a fitting punishment. A constant reminder of what I had done. But Demeter, Persephone's mother, threatened to withhold the harvest. She'd cause a famine and wipe out the mortals. And if there were no mortals, who would worship the might Zeus?" You laugh sarcastically.

"So, Zeus banished me to the Underworld. I would never be allowed to return to Olympus. Then, he and Poseidon created the River Styx. When I'm in my true form, because of my fire, I can't cross water. Everyone thinks that the River Styx is to keep the living out of the Underworld. But it's not. It's to keep me in." You whisper as a few tears slip down your cheek.

It was a cage

Because that's what monsters belonged in

Bradley pulls you in for a hug. "I'm so sorry that happened to you, Angel. I promise that I will never hurt you like that. I love you." Bradley kisses you tenderly.

"And do you want to know the most fucked up thing about it?" You say.

As if the whole thing wasn't fucked up enough

"What?" Bradley asked you.

"I was nineteen Olympian years old when it happened. I was nineteen, and Persephone was thirty-two. I was still a kid. I mean, one thousand nine hundred earth years seems like a lot, but I was so young." You start to cry.

"All of this happened right before I turned two thousand. Now you know why I didn't like my birthday." You breathe out.

"Then, I was about twenty-one hundred when Zeus got all of us banished to Earth. When it first happened, I tried so hard to complete my quest, thinking maybe I could win them over and get Seph back. But I realized that they would never accept me, and if I did complete it, I'd be back in the Underworld, alone, forever. Banishment meant freedom. So that's why I stopped trying."

Bradley is silent for a minute as he takes it all in. "I'm sorry, baby. I promise I'll be better for you than she ever was."

"You already are." You tell him.

And you mean it

He tucks you to his side, and you two spend the better part of the day curled up on your couch. That is until Hangman texts the group chat asking everyone to meet up for drinks and pool. You aren't thrilled about going, but Bradley convinces you that it will be good to get out of the house after the disaster that was yesterday.

"Fine." You finally agree. "But can we hold off on telling everyone about us until after Christmas? I know we had to tell Maverick, but I just want to keep you to myself for a little while longer." You say to him.

The two of you had been keeping your relationship quiet from the rest of the team.

"I guess. But at the New Years Eve party Penny throws every year, I'm planting the biggest kiss on you at midnight so everyone knows exactly whose girl you are." Bradley mumbles against your lips before kissing you.

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The Hard Deck is packed tonight. And you know that you were the one who had asked Bradley to keep your relationship quite for a little longer, but all you want to do right now is thread your fingers through his, press your body up against him, and give him the sweetest kiss.

It's killing you that he looks so good tonight in a bright floral print shirt and tight jeans. He's currently sitting on a barstool talking to Payback and Fanboy about who knows what, and his thighs are spread wide and they look like they would make the perfect seat.

You're about to say fuck it and go over there and deal with the fallout later. But before you can, some perky blonde does exactly what you were thinking about.

Bradley freezes as she wraps her arms around his neck. He is visibly uncomfortable as he tries to gently, but firmly push her off his lap and stand up.

Raged floods your body. You were gripping your beer bottle so tightly that you were worried it would shatter. You could feel yourself heating up the longer you watched her shamelessly throw herself at Bradley.

Your Bradley

You tried to stay calm, and you could see that Bradley was clearly trying to get her away and tell her he wasn't interested.

But the final straw came when she persisted and brought one of her hands up to stroke the scars along his face and neck.

Bradley all but shoved her off of his lap before briskly walking away. And it's a good thing too because you were two seconds away from grabbing a fistful of her hideous extensions and dragging her off of him. Some people just couldn't take a hint.

You tried to go find Bradley, but Jake grabbed you by the arm and shoved a pool cue into your hand and demanding you be his partner for a round.

Maybe this was for the best. You needed a minute to cool down.

After you and Jake beat Javy and Nat, you were determined to find Bradley. You didn't have to look far. He was just about to unplug the juke box when the same blonde from earlier came over to him with a beer in her hand. A peace offering, you suppose.

Fucking bitch

You watched Bradley decline her offer as his eyes searched the room for you. He shot you a wink over the rim of his sunglasses before pulling the plug and walking over to the upright piano Penny had.

You chuckled as you watched the other woman walk away. But you didn't miss the way her eyes still lingered on Bradley.

You walked over to the piano and leaned against the top of it along with the rest of the squad. Bradley played a few warmup bars that already had the patrons in an excited mood, but the place truly came to life as the first notes of his famous rendition of "Great Balls of Fire" rang out.

You clapped and laughed and cheered with glee as he sang his heart out. He looked incredibly as he threw his head back and sang. You zeroed in on the vein, straining in his neck and the bead of sweat that trickled down it. You wanted to run your lips and tongue over it and taste his salty, sweet skin. You watched his skilled fingers dance over the keys, and you wondered if he could play your body just as well as he could play the piano. His fingers flew over the black and white keys as he came up on the interlude of the song.

That damn blonde was still eyeing him, so you decided to throw caution to the wind and stake your claim in front of everyone.

You rounded the piano, and as he played, you ducked under Bradley's arm, and without him missing a beat, you perched yourself on his thigh. His eyebrow shot up in surprise, but he kept on playing. As he sang out the second "kiss me, baby" of the song, you did just that. Leaning forward, you planted a steamy, sloppy kiss on his lips. He shimmied as he sang, "Oh, that feels good, baby."

You leaned back against his chest and shot the blonde a smug look before looking to your friends who broke out into applause and whooped over the crowd with joy.

As Bradley finished, you cupped his jaw and kissed him again. He kissed you back in a way that was probably a little indecent for the location, but he didn't care. He probably would have continued if Jake hadn't loudly shouted for the two of you to get a room.

You thought that was a fine idea, so you leaned close and whispered in Bradley's ear, "What do you say, Love, wanna get out of here?"

Bradley didn't answer. Instead, he stood up, grabbed you by the hand, and led you to the bar so he could pay the tab. Once he settled up with Penny, he all but dragged you out of the bar.

The entire ride back to the apartment complex was silent. Bradley's hand was planted on your thigh. Ever so often, he would silde it closer and closer to your aching core.

After he zoomed into the park garage and peeled into his parking spot, extremely crooked, he wasted no time unbuckling both of your seat belts. He looped his finger through the belt loops on your jeans and slid you across the bench seat right next to him.

He fingers curled in your hair as he pulled you to him for a filthy kiss.

His tongue slipped into your mouth as you battled with each other for dominance. Your fingers gripped at the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. If he kept kissing you like this, you weren't going to make it inside.

While the thought of him taking you right there in the front seat of his Bronco sounded amazing, you wanted to take him to your bed so he could fuck you properly. You wanted him to sleep beside you again so your sheets would smell like him when he eventually had to go back to his apartment.

"Bradley—Bradley lets go upstairs." You finally managed to pant out between kisses. He groaned in protest but agreed.

He quickly jumped out of his car and pulled you out of the drivers side behind him before tossing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

"Bradley!" You shrieked as bounded towards the elevator. "Put me down!" You said to him, but he ignored your protests. Instead, he swatted your ass and laughed.

He did put you down in the elevator only to press you up against the wall as he kissed you again.

"Your place or mine?" He asked you.

"Mine." You confirmed as you blindly felt for the button.

The ride to your floor seemed to take an eternity. You prayed that you wouldn't have to stop because if you did, the people in your building would certainly get a show. Bradley had one of his knees pressed between your legs, and you were grinding down on him as you fumbled with his belt buckle.

You had just gotten it open and unzipped his jeans when you heard the ding of the bell, letting you know you had arrived to your floor.

Bradley wrapped his hands around the backs of your thighs and hoisted you into his arms to walk you down the hallway.

Your lips trailed kisses everywhere you could reach. His chin, his jaw, behind his ear. But your favorite place was along the scar on his neck. The sound he made when your tongue glided along it had your panties absolutely soaked.

Bradley pressed you up against your door as he fumbled with his key ring to find the right one. Thankfully he managed to unlock the door without dropping you.

You were also thankful that you'd made sure to put Hydra and Cerberus in their crates in your spare bedroom for the night. You didn't want any unwanted visitors right now.

Once you were inside, the last ounce of decency you and Bradley had was gone. He slipped out of his shoes in your entry way. You kicked yours off somewhere behind him.

Now that you were behind closed doors, you wanted him naked. You pushed his floral print shirt off his shoulders as he sat you briefly on your feet to get you out of your pants .

He quickly yanked his white t-shirt off as you pushed his jeans down to his ankles and he kicked the the rest of the way off before picked you back up again.

Clad in only his boxers, Bradley was impossibly hard. As much as he wanted to lay you down and love you right. There was no way he was making it to your bedroom. He wanted you now.

Bradley settled on your couch with you perched in his lap. You could feel his erection pressing into you. You rolled your hips against him a few times. Bradley growled at the sensation. It felt amazing.

His hands came to the front of your blouse as he attempted to undo the tiny buttons that held it closed, but his fingers were just too big, and he fumbled over them.

Frustrated and desperate to feel more of your skin against his, Bradley pulled your top apart—hard.

The buttons went flying and scattered across the room as they clattered to the floor. You gasped against his mouth he pulled the now ruined piece of clothing your body.

You wanted to be mad at him, but the way his tongue was licking into your mouth, the way his lips felt against yours, how his large hands felt roaming your skin, made it impossible to be.

His hands lit a path of fire on your skin as they trailed up from their post on your waist. He palmed your breasts through the lace of your bra. He pulled the cups down, causing your soft flesh to spill over top, on display for him.

Bradley hummed in appreciation as he rolled one of your nipples between his fingers and caught the other one with his warm, wet mouth. He laved it to a stiff peak before pulling off with a soft pop and switching to the other.

You grapsed his curls tightly as he showed it the same attention. All the while, your cloth cover cunt moved in a steady rhythm over his tented boxers.

Bradley's lips moved to the valley of your breasts, where he left a line of sloppy kiss up to your collar bone. He lightly nipped the skin, causing you to gasp before reclaiming your lips.

Now, it was your turn to explore his skin. You pulled your lips away from him before greedily nipping and kissing across his firm jaw line. You left a trail of wet kisses down his neck and throat, causing him to groan from deep in his chest.

You then dragged your lips down his clavicle before pressing delicate kisses across his shoulder and up to his neck. You nipped his ear lob, and Bradley let out a wanton moan before one of his hands slid up up your neck and lightly gripped your throat. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to get your attention.

Bradley applied light pressure and used his grip to bring your mouth back to his.

He fucked his tongue into your mouth as you carded your fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp.

Bradley moaned as your hips worked faster against him.

He dropped his hands to your ass, grabbing two fistful of it to help guide your movements.

You wrapped your body tighter around him, squeezing his hips with your thighs as you let yourself get lost in the moment and how good it felt.

Bradley's hips canted up to your core faster and faster.

Each time, you could feel the fat head of his cock brush against your clit. You swore that he was going to make you cum before you even took you clothes off.

Bradley also found himself getting lost in the moment and how good it felt to kiss you while you writhed in his lap.

He didn't know how lost he was until his pelvis snapped erratically against yours.

"Fuck—shit—oh—fu—Angel—stop!" Bradley panted out with a shakey breath.

You immediately stilled your hips and looked at him wide eyes.

Oh Gods, you'd hurt him

"Wha—what's wrong? Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?" You asked, terrified of his answer.

Bradley met your eyes, and you studied his face. His cheeks were flushed, and not just from your kisses. He looked—embarrassed.

"No, Angel, you didn't—fuck—you didn't do anything wrong." Bradley said. "It's just—I—" He trailed off and hung his head.

You let out a deep breath when Bradley said that you hadn't done anything wrong. Relief washed over you, and you settled yourself back down on Bradley's thighs.

He jerked at the sensation, and that's when you felt it.

A warm, sticky wetness against the inside of your thighs that wasn't yours.

Your eyes went wide again at the realization.

"Bradley—Love, did you—did you—" you weren't even sure how to say it.

"I came in my boxers like a goddamn teenager." Bradley sighed as he raked his hands over his face.

"Angel, I am so fucking sorry. I swear this hasn't happened since the tenth grade when Sarah McCormick French kissed me in the back of the movie theater on our third date." Bradley sighs as he shakes his head.

You don't mean to, but you can't help it as a luagh bubbles out of you.

"It isn't funny. I'm thirty-five, and this shouldn't happen. You just felt so good, and I was so turned on. I've never finished before my partner like that! Just—just give me a few minutes to recover, and I'll make it up to you. I'll be so good for you, Baby." Bradley exclaims.

"Love, don't worry about it. And please don't feel bad that you didn't get me off. I've never had a man make me cum." You admit to him.

"Never?" Bradley looks at you like you have three heads.

"Well, I didn't get out much after everything with Persephone. In my time on Earth, I haven't had that many partners. I've found that I can't sleep with someone I'm not invested in. I haven't had sex in over fifty years. I kind of gave up on it. If James Dean couldn't get the job done, I figured that I'm probably broken. But I know how to take care of myself." You tell him.

"You slept with James Dean?" Bradley's eyes look like they might pop out of his skull.

"Yeah. It was—lackluster." You shrug.

"And no one has been able to make you cum—for a thousand years?" Bradley continues.

"I think it's because I could never get out of my head." You admit.

"Well, I'd like to try and fix that because you aren't broken. Can I try? Please?" Bradley almost begs. "Yes—please" you whisper against his lips as he kisses you.

But this time, it's slower— Bradley takes his time moving his mouth against yours with a purpose. He drags a hand down the curve of your spine before caressing your hip and splaying it over your stomach.

He slowly inches it down until he can dip his fingertips into the elastic of your panties. The pads of his fingers brush against you swollen bundle of nerves.

Bradley lightly taps on your clit before swirling two fingers around it.

He gages every reaction you make. He takes note over every little gasp and sound and hitch in your breath. He pays close attention to the way your body responds to him.

Bradley continues his journey southward and runs his knuckle through your slick folds before dipping into your slit with two fingers.

He curls them upwards, searching for that rough, rubbery spot that he's sure will have you seeing starts.

You jerk in his lap when he finds it. He zeros in on it, like a target in his F-18.

Oh Gods, does it feel good

You take your lip between your teeth as he draws his the pads of his fingers across it over and over again.

"Don't bit your lip. Don't hold any of your pretty little sounds in. I wanna hear you." He tells you before kissing you.

You leaned forward, pressing your body against his as he picked up the speed of his fingers. Bradley adds his thumb to the mix, drawing tight circles on your clit.

Your hips buck against his hand on their own accord. The lewd sounds of his fingers gliding through your wetness fill the room.

Bradley continues to work his hand against you, and you can't believe how fucking good it feels. Heat coils in your belly. You can feel it tightening in your stomach, you haven't felt this in such a long time.

Fuck, he's good at this

Bradley feels your pussy walls flutter around his fingers, griping his digits for dear life.

"You're gripping my fingers so tight, Baby. Feels so good." Bradley praises you. You bury your face in the crook of his neck as you feel the tension building.

Maybe you weren't broken after all

You're trying your best to stay of your head so you can enjoy this because it feels amazing.

You're close. The closest you've been in almost seventy years.

"Bra—Bradley." You whine ou against his neck.

"I know. I know, baby. Let it happen. Don't fight it. Let go." He encourages you.

So you don't fight it. You let it happen.

And after a few more strokes of his thumb, the band snaps, and you cum hard in his lap.

Your thighs tremble and shake as your whole body convulsed. Bright light errputs behind your eyes as you let out a loud groan of pleasure. It's so intense that your body feels like you're flying.

Bradley is captivated as he watches you fall apart for him.

Watching you shatter is, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Bradley had never been one to use the word "ethereal" to describe beauty. But the way you looked when you came for him, there was truly no other way to describe it.

He watched the fire dance in your eyes before you closed them and gave yourself full over to the pleasure. Your body practically glowed as you chanted his name over and over like a sacred prayer.

As you came down, he held you close, burying his face in the crook of your neck, whispering words of reassurance against your ear.

You feel boneless as you finally come down from your high. Your head is resting on Bradley's chest and you can hear his heart pounding.

"That was—that was amazing." You pant out.

"You looked so beautiful." Bradley praised you.

"Why don't we go take a shower and then lay down." Bradley suggested. You nodded and tried to stand up, but your legs felt like jello. Now, it was Bradley's turn to laugh as he carried you to the shower.

Both of you cleaned up quickly. You put Bradley's clothes in the washer for him for tomorrow.

You found the boxers and sweatpants he'd lent to you in your dryer. He slipped the boxers on while you grabbed his Top Gun tee, which was also fresh and clean, and put it one before you decided to skip the undies.

By the time Bradley helped you into bed, you could hardly keep your eyes open. You curled into his chest as he laid down beside you for a much better sleep than the night before.

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader 18+; Minors DNI Just a fun little idea I had about Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Any thing for the team Prt.2

Jake and I step out into the cool night air. As we weave between the rows of cars, I feel his hand meet the small of my back, guiding me toward the driver's side of the cream and white pickup.  

I reach for the door handle before I can, but Jake is shooing my hand away, "No Lady of mine will open her door while I'm around."  

 I step back and watch him open the door with ease before holding a hand palm up to help me in. I take his hand and lift myself into the truck with far more grace than I had earlier in the evening. Jake slides into the driver's seat behind me, his arm makes its way across the back of the seat. He's turned enough to give me his crooked grin and I bite my lip. I scoot a little closer to him and lean forward. Jake automatically understands and leans in to kiss me once again. This kiss was sweeter than the one we had shared in the hallway, but it was just as welcomed.

 A moment later Jake pulls away and swallows, "Darlin', I could do that all night if you'd like but I'd love to take you home." His breathing is a little heavy and I grin at his response to a simple kiss. 

"Well then," I say, "better get us home then." I grin at him and his eyes widen a little, then he's fumbling a little to get his keys into his ignition.  

The truck rumbles to life underneath me, a steady purr, and Jake shifts into gear. This time when his hand leaves the gear-shift his hand comes to rest halfway up my thigh. The motion wasn't invasive, but the intention was clear as day. I feel my face heat up and I take one last look at the HardDeck as we roll out of the parking lot. 

After a moment I gently pluck the cowboy hat off the dashboard and pull it into my lap. Jakes had tightened slightly on my thigh. It's so small I could almost believe I imagined it. 

"So, you've already told me about your 'baby' this have story too?" I nod down to the hat in my lap. 

Jake smiles a little, "Kinda, my buddy back home got into leather working and then that turned into him running an entire custom boot and hat shop. Real creative guy." Jake glances over at me and smiles, "That's one of the first hats he made. Fit it specifically for me 'cause he knew if he fucked it up, I'd still wear it," Jake laughs to himself. I rub my hand over where he rests on my thigh and pick it up by the top. 

"May I?" I ask. Now he definitely squeezes my leg and pulls his eyes from the road to look at me for a moment. He jerks his chin up and I place the hat on my head. 

I turn a quarter towards him and smile, "Well, how do I look Seresin?"

He smiles, "Perfect," he says but his jaw tightens and he presses a little harder on the gas pedal. We ride in comfortable silence for a moment before Jake chuckles. 

"Now you gotta make good on your promise," Jake says and my mind goes blank. What had a promised him? That doesn't sound like me, making promises I forget to follow through on. 

"Jake wha-" I start to ask but we are pulling towards the gate and have to pull our ID cards out to hand to the SF officer to scan. She waves us through wishing us goodnight and we drive through the pseudo-town towards the barracks. 

"No one ever told ya doll?" he questions. I shake my head no resulting in a wicked grin from Jake. "Well then, let me be the first to tell you," he smoothly guides the truck into a parking space and turns toward me, "If you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy doll." 

He leans in to kiss me again, "and that is a view I'd love to have."

He opens the door of the truck and lands squarely on his feet before extending his hand to me once again. 

"Common doll, let me take you inside." he smiles, and I place my hand in his, this time I'm prepared for the pull. As I swing my legs to the edge of the seat Jake wedges himself between my thighs. He places his hands solidly on my his and grins, leaning in for a heated kiss. I kiss him back, careful not to knock the hat off my head. I feel his hand wandering down my ass before he picks me up, forcing me to wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling. I yelp. 

"Jake, don't drop me," I saw harshly. 

"Oh, babydoll, I would never," he says softly.

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Being a part of the Dagger Squadron has its perk, one of which is private apartments. We had decided to go to Jake's apartment instead of mine, his being on the second floor and mine being on the fourth. I find myself excited to see what Hangman's personal life is like. Does he fold all of the clothes into neat squares before placing them in their drawers? What books does he read, and what videogames does he play? Hell, I even was to know what kind of toothpaste he uses. My heart races, do I like Jake Seresin more than I thought I did? Do I want to know about his personal life out of curiosity or do I want to be a part of it? 

Before my mind wanders to much farther Jake has stopped at a door and is sliding a key into the lock, jiggling the key and doing a few practiced turns before it finally clicks open. He pushes the door wide and holds it for me, as promised. I step inside with a comical tip of my, well, his hat. I glance around the apartment, it's a mirror of mine upstairs. There are a few dishes in the sink as well as an abandoned mug and book on the coffee table. I see vintage car posters hung on the wall as well as a few photos of Hangman with a gaggle of five women. One of the women appeared to be older than him but the rest looked to be younger. I hear the lock click into place behind me and I turn and watch Jaek toe off his boot and leave them by the front door. I kick mine off as well and leave them next to his. 

He winds his arms around my waist and smiles, "You know we don't have to do anything you don't want right darlin'." 

I giggle and place my arms over his shoulders, "Seresin, I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be." 

His smile turns wicked, "Last chance Babydoll." I nod. Then our lips meet again and he gently presses me backward toward his bedroom. He pants against my mouth, and his tongue pulls soft moans from me. I feel him groan against my mouth and stop us before my legs connect with the edge of his bed. He pulls away for a moment and removes his at from my head, opting to hang it on one of the bed posts. When he looks back at me his hands make trails up and down my sides before they clamp down and he tosses me squarely into the middle of his bed. 

I gasp when I land, sitting up just enough in time to see him crawl over me like a cat stalking its prey. 

There is no stopping the onslaught of his lips and tongue making his way up my neck and to my lips. His hands glide under the hem of my shirt where he finds the lace edges of my bralette. I arch my chest into his touch and a whine forms in the back of my throat. His thumbs find my nipples as he settles one knee between my thighs. I gasp at the tantalizing heat and pressure on my pussy. 

Jake chuckles into my mouth and pulls away slightly, "How about we get some of these outta the way?" he asks. I sit up slightly, thinking he means m shirt before he grabs the hem of his button-down and all but rips it from his body, and tosses it onto the floor.  I take a moment to admire the view, His jeans are tented in the front, obvious he is as excited as I am. His pants wrap around his hips and he looks sinful. He takes my hand and pulls me up enough to slide my shirt from my body. He makes slow work of it, hands maintaining contact with my skin as he pushes the offensive fabric out of the way and over my head. Instead of joining his shirt on the floor, he hangs it on the bedpost opposite from his hat. 

When he turns back to me he runs a hand over his face, "Perfect," he mumbles to himself "Made just for me." 

I blush and pull him back down for another kiss, his lips trail from mine down my neck and to the lace edge of my remaining covering. The thin material shows him exactly where my pebbled nipples are and he takes one with care between his teeth over the fabric. His other hand massages its twin. Carefully he pulls the cup down to expose my breast taking his time. 

"Jake, please," I cry, "you've teased me all night, I need you." My voice is cracked and desperate. I feel his lips form a smile and then he sucks a round bruise onto my breast. I yelp as my nerves light up, but he pulls away, "Teasing?" he questions, "This is just warm-ups sweetheart." 

He leans back down, continuing to leave small bruises, and kisses down to the button of my pants. 

He unhooks the button with ease and loops his fingers around the edge. He gently pats my hip twice and I lift my legs to let him pull them the rest of the way off. My panties snag on my pants and get pulled halfway down my thighs, I instinctively bring my knees closer. 

"Oh, come on now doll, how am I supposed to do my job if you hide like that," Jake says teasingly down to me. My mouth hangs open for a moment and then I move my knees apart. He hooks a finger around my panties and I watch as he tucks them into his back pocket. 

"Hey!" I protest, "You can't steal my underwear." 

"You stole my hat," He smiles. 

"You told me to wear it Seresin," I say matter of factly. 

" Well," he chuckles darkly, "now I'm telling myself to take a little prize for later." Before I can say more he's sliding down onto his stomach and his hands are gripping the backs of my thighs. His thumbs massage the crease where my ass and thighs meet, the act causes my pussy to spread the slightest amount, making me feel exposed most satisfyingly. He watches my reactions and glances down at my pussy. Then he places an open-mouthed kiss on both of my thighs and finally one directly to my clit. I involuntarily move my hips to meet his mouth with a gasp and I feel him smile. He runs his flat tongue over my clit and I cry out, but he switches back to kissing. I don't know how long he switches between kissing and licking, occasionally wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves to gently suck. My moans become more frequent and my hips more uncontrollable. He moves two fingers slowly through my lips, spreading me and giving himself better access to my clit. His fingers massaged and added pressure to the rest of my pussy before slowly sliding them into me. I gasp at the feeling and mutter his name repeatedly. 

He curls his fingers slightly into me, slowly wiggling and searching for the spot to take me over the edge. I feel him make contact inside me and yelp, "There. Jake, Oh god."

Then he switches from long slow licks and kisses to my clit to wrapping his lips around me and sucking gently, he curls his fingers in giving me even more pressure. He rocks his hand back and forth, fingers never fully leaving my sex and repeatedly pressing into the same spot. My legs fall wider apart and I can see him grinding his hips into the mattress as he eats me out. Any knowledge of his movements ends as I feel my muscles contract and my legs lock up around Jake's head. His hand and mouth don't stop moving until my body goes limp and I feel like I'm floating. 

His insistent movements slow back to his long slow strokes over my clit until I whimper out his name. 

Jake sits up on his knees and smiles down at me, his hands slowly running over my legs, "Not bad for my first time, right?". 

I bold up, shocked, "Jake, what-" 

He laughs and leans down to kiss me, the salty taste of myself on his lips, "No baby, I'm teasing. Just wanted to see your face if you thought you'd fallen apart like that for a rookie." I push his chest slightly, annoyed. He lays on his side next to me, smiling with one hand supporting his head. I assume the same position and he runs a hand along the smooth skin of my hip and thigh. Our lips connect softly and he drags me a little closer to press himself against me.

His hand makes its way around to my back and he drags me closer. He shifts us so that I have one leg on either side of my hips. I realize he only has his black boxers remaining, when did he have time to do that? His hands lazily move my hips back and forth to grind my tender clit along his clothed cock.

He smiles up at me, "How 'bout you grab that hat there baby doll," he slides a hand behind his head and lifts his hips to press harder against me. I unsaddle myself from him and turn to grab his hat, when I turn back he is rolled over towards the nightstand digging through one of the drawers. He rolls onto his back once more before saying, "I'm clean but we can use condoms if you'd like." I blushed at the reality of what I was about to do with Hangman nonetheless. 

"I'm on birth control," I tell him, "makes life easier." 

He smiles and eagerly tosses the condom to the floor without a second thought. I laugh at his excitement and run my fingers along the edge of his boxers before sliding them down, exposing his cock. 

He looks painfully hard, the head is pink and leaking. I lick my lips and that makes his chest rumble, "Another time baby. If I wait one more moment to see you riding me I think I might not be able to hold back." 

I blink in shock and then place his hat squarely on my head and smile at him, "Yes sir." 

I slide back onto his lap and our contact feels right. I meet his eyes as he casually leans back and he looks desperate with anticipation and my heart flutters. 

I stroke him gently from base to tip and back down before I lift myself over him. He bites his lip and his hand makes its way to my hip and squeezes reassuringly. I slowly let his head slide over my clit and then down to my pussy. I lower myself so that he sinks into me. 

"Take your time darlin'," Jake huffs and groans at the squeeze, "if you go too fast I won't last." 

I gasp with pleasure and my pace stutters causing me to sink lower quickly, Jake hisses and his grip tightens. I restart my descent. I finally flush to hips after some minor adjusting my hips. I lift myself as high as I can off him and lower myself again and Jake whines from deep in his throat. I repeat the motion, gasping and placing my hands on his chest to stabilize myself. I start to move, experimenting moving my hips back and forth as I glide up and down his cock. I  heard Jake grunt and I look away from where our bodies met to look him in the face. 

He is shining in a light sheen of sweat in the moonlight and I can still smell his cologne. His body is hot against my hands and his breath is short. His lips tilt upwards, "I could watch you like this forever, babydoll," he huffs out.

 I lower myself all the way back down on him and lean down to kiss him softly. He meets my lips tenderly and lifts his hips and moves both hands to hold my hips. 

"Doll, please, I," He inhales sharply as he slides slowly out a few inches, "I need this." I look surprised at him, the one and only Hangman were begging, for me. I looked closer at him, his eyes were fixed on the point where our bodies met. His mouth was slightly agape and his short came with a soft moan at the end. 

"Jake," his eyes shot to mine, "anything for you." 

His eyes practically rolled back into his head as he pulled me into his chest, I squeezed my knees into his sides to hold myself still as Jake let loose. He wraps his arms around my back and I hold onto him, in a tight embrace. 

My face is buried in the crook of his neck as his hips work desperately against mine, aiming for the same small spot inside of me. He's grinding into me more than anything, driving me closer and closer to the edge. 

One of his arms leaves my back and wraps around my waist roughly. His other hand tears the hat off my head and tosses it on the bed next to us. 

In one easy movement, he flips me onto my back. I gasp at the new depth and pressure of his cock. 

"Touch yourself, baby, I wanna know what you feel like when you cum. Cause one day I'm gonna count them for ya'," He grins and leans down to bite my neck low enough it wouldn't show in my uniform. I run a hand between us to my clit, Jake leans back enough to give me room to work, but then I saw the real reason. 

He was watching me play with myself as he rocked into me. He grunted as I clenched around him, surprising myself at how close I already was.

"Jake, I'm close. Please, please, don't stop, you can't," I sob into his ear. 

"Just a," he grunts and his hips stutter a little and I well with tears at the change, "Second baby, I'm almost," a moaning breath," there." 

He keeps moving steadily as he launches me into the stratosphere, I feel his strokes get longer and harder. I can't stop the cries coming out of my throat, and then Jake presses in close to my ear. 

In a rough whisper, he says, "Common doll, let go." 

I almost see stars, my ears ring for a second and every muscle in my body feels close to cramping. My whole body spasms rhythmically around him and it only seems to encourage him. 

He moves faster and harder, moaning into my ear before he almost fully stops, his hips are flush against my ass. He pushes into me like he's trying to fuse our bodies. He exhales harshly in my ear and I realized he'd been holding his breath. He seems to go limp as he pressed himself into me. We lay there for a moment, coming down from the stars. Jake shifts before I do, kissing my neck and shoulder gently.  His hands make their way up and down my body slowly and firmly, bringing me back to my body. I smile at him and he returns it. 

"How was that?" he asks, his smile suddenly turning cocky. 

I laugh loudly at him, he joins in and goes back to holding me close and going back to kissing my exposed skin. He finally shifts and pulls out of me. I feel something else slide out after he's gone and I feel my face turn red. Jake groans and I look up at him. 

"If nothing else that's, enough to get a man ready for a second round," his eyes are trained on my pussy and I move my knees together. Jake laughs and leans down to kiss my knees. He slides off the bed and comes up to the side to kiss me. 

"But it's late doll. Let's get you cleaned up and I'll let you sleep."  I smile and return his kiss and then settle a little further into his bed. Jake chuckles and makes his way, naked, towards the bathroom. He disappears for half a second before popping his head around the corner. "But I make no promises to let you sleep tomorrow." with that he winks and disappears to the bathroom. 

He comes back and hands me a warm damp washcloth, I clean myself up as Jake pulls another set of sheets from the bottom drawer of his dresser. He opens the second drawer and pulls out a neatly folded blue shirt, with NAVY printed across the front. He smiles sheepishly and hands me the shirt, it's soft in the way only well-loved shirts can be.

He nods his head to the side towards the bathroom, "Go get changed darlin', I'll make the bed." I smile at him and slide out of bed and stop to kiss him on my way to the bathroom. I shut the door, use the toilet, and change into Jake's shirt. It hangs loosely on me and I smile into the mirror at myself. I could get used to this. I open the door and find Jake already in bed, hat re-hung on the bed post, and my clothes are folded on top of the dresser. My clothes, minus my panties. I crawl into bed next to Jake who holds me as I lay tucked into his side. 

He kisses my hair and I sigh softly. 

"Goodnight, Seresin," I whisper to him.

"Goodnight darlin'," he responds 

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AN; Hey look! I finished it :D let me know whatcha think

-okay, bye, thanks for reading, luv u <3

[ereardon]

Personal rant time:

I block probably 40-50% of the new followers I get on here because of one of the following: blank blog; ageless blog; serial liker who never comments or reblogs or interacts; and/or someone who has zero relevant content on their blog so I know they don't interact with anyone in fandoms i.e. just pictures of mermaids or Ted Lasso gifs.

I had someone who has been serial liking my things for probably a year slide into my library DMs after I blocked them. When I explained my reasoning for the above they said, "I don't post on here anymore. I have been reading your stuff for a while. I'd like to continue reading your content."

What about my rules of engagement don't apply to you?

I've gotten much more strict with blocking, so my follower count has barely moved in months and months. Maybe I come across as a bitch because of it. That's OK. I value quality over quantity. But all of this to say – you don't owe anyone your work. Creators here put in so much time and effort and see very minimal reward. It's OK to do what is best for you.

Thank you and goodnight.

[seresinhangmanjake]

Announcement

hi :) i've received some messages asking if I have stopped writing for Jake. I assure you I have not. I'm still working on The One I Want and Stolen Angel, but i think it's important for me to also mention that i have written pretty much exclusively for Jake Seresin for just short of two years, so i do sometimes have to turn to writing other stuff before going back to him in order to keep the creativity flowing for those stories :)

[darling-recommendations]

hey y’all, i’m doing this as a last attempt at finding a fanfiction that i absolutely love but can’t remember the name

so it is bradley “rooster” bradshaw x reader

reader works at a book store and then bradley starts going to that book store and becomes obsessed with the reader, they joke with each other, he hangs out in the book store, she makes him hot chocolate

then after a bit rooster is out with the dagger squad at the hard deck, hangman and coyote (i think) start talking about this girl and try to get with her but she rejects both of them. then bradley realizes that it’s reader and she realizes it’s bradley and she runs to him and hugs him. they go out to the beach together and confess

i believe it ends with them having a date at bradley’s house were they read books together on his porch

if this rings any bells please please let me know, i have spent hours trying to find it in my saved fics but i can’t and desperately want to read it again (even tho obviously i know the whole plot)

[daggerspare-standingby]

Hi There

I just want to pop on quick to say thank you.

Thank you for your patience while I navigate this grief (I’m not sure what stage I’m in or how many there truly are).

My little one has learned how to roll over, and I cried both tears of joy and sadness, as I couldn’t send a video to my mom right away.

Today would have been her birthday, so I’m in a particularly sad stage. I appreciate all of those who have reached out to check in or offer messages of support (looking at you @roosterforme , @dizzybee03 , @rascallyrascals and others.) ❤️

I appreciate there’s no pressure to update (understandably I’m not in the mood to write, smut or otherwise) but also that this fandom has cultivated such wonderful souls and genuinely good people is heartwarming and I love being a part of it.

I hope to be back soon.

Much love

Brina 🤍

[themissingmango]

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw appreciation post! ❤️

[fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur]

Got my @topguncommentbingo blackout!! 🥳🥳🥳💘💘💘

I'm so happy I joined this event, and I also had fun rereading some fics I loved, that I never commented on (shame on me). I wanted to choose all different authors and I'm grateful for all the great content creators our fandom has. Many thanks to all the mods for running this ✨💞✨💞✨

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My round-up: 19 "Hangster", 1 "Icemav", 1 "Maverick & Rooster" + "Maverick & Carole", 1 "Hangster" + "Icemav", 1 "Hangster" + "Maverick & Rooster", 1 "Maverick & Rooster", 1 "Coyote & Hangman". (No-sweat win for Hangster)

Under the cut, the complete list of the fics and contents I commented on, if you want to show some love to the authors and their blogs 💞

1. art rated gen / teen

Parents!Au Hangster meme / @pochiperpe90

(comment + reblog)

2. fic where the last comment was 5+ months ago

Field Day / xo_em (@jakeseresins )

Hangster, Teen and Up Audiences, 810 words

3. fic tagged angst with a happy ending

I can see you now (with open eyes) / Saturn (@icemav86 )

Hangster, Mature, 6 717 words

4. WIP

unglued (thanks to you) / emseebeans (@emseebeans )

Hangster, Explicit, 2 565 words

5. fic set between the movies

in another life / lemqnie (@lemqnie)

Hangster, Mature, 6 284 words

6. fic set during TG86 canon

Shower / wildglitterwolf (@wildglitterwolf)

Icemav, Mature, 1 863 words

7. fic from a fandom event

Tropical Contact High / theinsouciantknitter (@theinsouciantknitter)

[event: Top Gun Endless Summer Exchange] (@endlesssummerexchange)]

Hangster, Explicit, 2 360 words

8. song fic

An Ode To The Boy I Love / perishablealex (@perishablealex )

Hangster, Explicit, 3 104 words

9. fic with more than 5 additional tags

we could blame it all on human nature / thegeckbros ( @katiesharms )

Hangster, Explicit, 2 470 words

10. fic completed in June 2023 or later

Hide and Seek with Mr. Mav / plingo_kat ( @pushthequorumbutton )

Maverick & Rooster + Maverick & Carole, General Audiences, 1 106 words

11. fic with fewer than 5 comments

Questions that Need Answers / multishippingtrashfire (@multishippingtrashfire )

Hangster + Icemav, Teen and Up Audiences, 1 393 words

12. fic with more than 15k words

Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore/ Renai_chan (@renai-chan)

Hangster + Maverick & Rooster, Explicit, 15 191 words

(5 chapters, 5 comments :D )

13. FREE CHOICE

One Glimpse of Relief / dalearden (@dale-arden)

Hangster, Mature, 909 words

14. art rated mature / explicit

Hangster 69 / tonogyom

(comment + reblog)

15. fanvid

fill the void; hangman & rooster / LonelySpeaker

(comment + reblog)

16. platonic fic (character & character)

Tapped into what once was / Lacerta ( @blendinginthecrowd )

Maverick & Rooster, General Audiences, 1 249 words

17. fic that's the first part of a series

Your everything combined / buckybraciole (@nicedaybucky)

Hangster, Teen and Up Audiences, 1 065 words

18. fic with your favorite tag

jealousy fills up their hearts in pairs / Notchka88

[how to choose one tag? "First time" was already in the bingo card, ...I went for Jealousy+Idiots in Love+Possessive Behavior]

Hangster, Explicit, 3 898 words

19. fic tagged first time / getting together

Feels Like the First Time / ReformedTsundere (@film-in-my-soul )

Hangster, Explicit, 12 532 words

20. fic completed between Dec 2022 - Feb 2023

10,000 Miles / Earthangel_44 (@yikes-00 )

Hangster, Explicit, 1 843 words

21. fic rated mature

The Road to Ruin (We Started at the End) / MadeItUp ( @gothampot )

Hangster, Mature, 4 747 words

22. fic rated explict

you're a part of the dawn where the light comes from the dark / acetonitril (@acetonitril )

Hangster, Explicit, 1 383 words

23. fic focused on a POC

You Were There / boobooblue (@letsboo-boo )

[character: Javy "Coyote" Machado]

Coyote & Hangman, Teen and Up Audiences, 988 words

24. fic with an archive warning

sunshine boy / SOBERHYUCK (@soberhyuck )

[archive warning: Underage]

Hangster, Explicit, 6 920 words

25. fic tagged established relationship

Relax / lovelybattle (@sereshawl)

Hangster, Explicit, 1 775 words

[thegigilwriter]

11 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary. 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Chapter Summary. After confirmation through her mother’s old letters and their initial meeting at the Hard Deck in Chapter 10 , Lucy is sure that Pete “Maverick” Mitchell is indeed her father. In this chapter, Lucy grapples with this revelation while preparing to meet him once again at Penny’s for dinner with Bradley. She has so many questions. How did they meet? What happened? Why did he leave? More importantly… how will this affect her blossoming relationship with Bradley?

Masterlist

Keywords/Warnings: Romance, fluff, possible inaccuracies of navy deployments

11 | Dinner at Penny’s 🥟

August 27, 2023

Dear Star,

I am writing to you from a cramped bunk bed in the middle of the night in a docked carrier. We have just settled in Yokusaka. I still hate that we had to move away from Atsugi. I donʼt like being far from you. Iʼll be sure to visit you this weekend on my off. Today, I had the little spring rolls that you first made me at your apartment. They were being sold in this little Filipino store at a street corner. It was good, but to be honest... yours was a whole lot better. What do you put in there? I miss you, Star. I canʼt wait to see you this weekend. I just wanna lay in your arms and sleep all day...

How do you react to that? How do you react to the revelation of the identity of your long-lost father? Whose every indication in the course of your childhood was erased? Ever since that night at the Hard Deck, Lucy began to wrack her memory for any instance that her mother, Tala, ever brought up her mysterious father. All those little conversations in the kitchen or late nights in her bedroom. Whenever, Lucy had tried to ask about her about Maverick, she would always give her this look— with those downcast eyes that glistened slightly when it hit the light the right way. Her mother would merely say: ‘thereʼs work to be done,ʼ and cup her cheek before leaving to get her hands busy again. Lucy has always understood that bringing up her father dredged up his painful memory — but she didnʼt understand until two years ago when she first read the letters, the extent of their love, ergo the sadness that it inevitably entailed. But what happened between them? It didnʼt seem that her mother harbored a certain disdain towards him. She was unreadable on the matter of Maverick.

So here Lucy was now, the afternoon before Pennyʼs dinner, rolling lumpia on the living room table with Bradley and Downtown Abbey once again on the screen. Lucy followed the same recipe she has always used — the one her mother used, the one belonged to her grandmother. The one that Maverick had all those years ago in in her small apartment when she lived in Japan. If she was honest with herself, Lucy didnʼt know how to feel. In her mind, she knows that she should dislike him. With everything that her mother has been through — as an immigrant and a lone provider for two children—she should reject the father that turned his back on her and her brother. But in her heart, she so yearned to know him.

“Angel?ˮ She felt Bradley kiss the space beneath her ear. “You seem spacey, you alright?ˮ

Lucy smiled at the sight of him. He was clad in an old Navy shirt and gray sweatpants, with a tousled head of locks. He had on these plastic gloves with meat filling in their crevices.

“Iʼm okay,ˮ she reassured him. “Just a little nervous

“Well donʼt be,ˮ He told her. “Penny already likes you alot, you and Mav have some good common ground, and Ameliaʼs really sweet. Plus... they are really gonna love this...ˮ

Lucy stared at the pile of completed spring rolls, and smiled hopefully.

Bradley wasnʼt too sure why Lucy was so exasperated about this dinner. Of course, a certain level of nervousness is assumed when meeting your significant otherʼs family for the first time, but surely not at the level Lucy was at. He watched silently as she carefully decided between three outfits— in his eyes, she looked beautiful in all of them. He especially liked how her bell bottom jeans complemented... her body. She was so occupied with her decision, that she absentmindedly stepped into the hallway in a lacy wired bra and matching white underwear with a small rose embroidered at the front hem. She was looking at two hangers of dresses, completely unaware of Bradleyʼs grazing eyes.

“Um... Angel?ˮ He said calmly. Face red hot and throat dry. Seeing her in a bikini was one thing, but seeing her in her intimates was another.

“Which one do you think looks better?ˮ She asked him, her head cocking to the side at his flustered expression. “Bradley?ˮ

At that moment, only then did Lucy realize as she looked down on herself. She blushed, using the dresses on the hangers to conceal herself.

“Well...ˮ she blushed, laughing. “Showʼs over!ˮ

Bradley wasnʼt used to this. He normally wasnʼt so flustered by half-naked women. He felt like he was in college — experiencing his first sexual encounter. Itʼs been so long that he had been with someone seriously, that he forgot what it was like before the sex. The romance and intimacy that usually ensued before the physical act. Bradley was once more reminded of his age — by the years that he had just kept it ‘casualʼ — that is until he met Lucy. On that note, Lucy finally reappeared from her room — in a olive-colored blouse, with clunky heels, hair half-up, and donned with her dark wash bell-bottom jeans. Bradley grinned.

Bradley held Lucyʼs hand all the way to Pennyʼs house, drawing circles on the back of her hand soothingly. She kissed his hand affectionately.

“Hey,ˮ Lucy said to him, her eyes kept on the road ahead of them. “Can I ask you something?ˮ

“Of course you can, Angel.ˮ

“Does it bother you that I donʼt have a pet name for you?ˮ She asked him.

“I donʼt mind it all,ˮ Bradley replied. “Why do you ask?ˮ

“I know that there are some guys that donʼt care for it at all, so I was just asking...ˮ

“Well if you have one in mind... Iʼd love to hear it,ˮ he took his eyes briefly from the road to look into hers.

“Well I have two in mind,ˮ Lucy said.

“Fire away.ˮ

“I really like your callsign... so ‘Roo.’ ʼˮ

“I like that too,ˮ Bradley smiled. “And the other?ˮ

“Daddy,ˮ Lucy replied nonchalantly.

Bradley nearly swerved off of the road and Lucy quickly checked on the lumpia in the backseat before laughing breathlessly.

“Jesus!ˮ Lucy chuckled. “I was only kidding, Bradley!ˮ

But deep inside, Bradley wished she wasnʼt. He swears that this girl was gonna put him in an early grave.

Penny welcomed Lucy with a hug the moment she stepped on the threshold of her house. Bradley standing was beside her with a tray of spring rolls; and Maverick and Amelia trailed behind Penny. Introductions with Amelia were made before the party entered the home. Lucy, with her fondness for design, looked around and appreciated the subtle naval and sailor themes along with the cream minimalist color palette that just brought space and light into the room. It was only 6 in the evening, and the setting sun glowed beautifully as it shone through the glass door, windows, kitchen and dining room.

They all sat together on a round, dining room table with Bradley and Lucy sitting side by side. Penny and Maverick were seated in a similar fashion, with Amelia between the two pairs. Penny and Amelia served their homemade fettuccine pasta carbonara and Pete helped with the chicken roast. A pitcher of ice tea sat in the center, and Lucy placed her spring rolls in their aluminum pan beside it. Pete stared for a considerable amount of time at the rolls — contemplating where he had seen them before. The way they were neatly folded and their savory scent were all too familiar... until he finally took a glimpse of the face across from him. It was if he was back in that little apartment 26 years ago cramped on a dining room table — looking at what was the most uniquely beautiful face he had ever seen.

“Gosh Lucy!ˮ Penny sighed. “That smells so good!ˮ

“What is that?ˮ Amelia asked quietly, intrigued.

“Itʼs lumpia,ˮ Pete answered suddenly eyes still fixated on the rolls. Lucy smiled at him, as the rest looked at him with a mildly surprised expression.

“I-I uh,ˮ Pete said shyly and then averted himself to Lucy. “Iʼve had them before. Tala made them for me once and so did her mom when I had dinner with her family.ˮ

“Thatʼs very nice of them,ˮ Penny remarked as she began serving plates of pasta and as Bradley got to work on slicing the roast chicken. “What were thet like, Lucy?ˮ

“Yeah,ˮ Lucy smiled fondly at her memory. “My family likes meeting new people. This is my grandmother’s lumpia recipe actually — in my family it’s traditionally served when meeting new people as a token of friendship.ˮ

“I like that,ˮ Amelia remarked as she began piling his plate with them. “They look like little welcome gifts.ˮ

“Hey, leave some for me,ˮ Bradley said to her.

“Youʼve had enough,ˮ Lucy laughed. “Leave some for Penny and Mav.ˮ

“I had to put them in the serving platter as fast as I could before he could eat them all,ˮ Lucy told them.

“I wrapped half of them!ˮ Bradley argued.

“And you nearly ate all that half!ˮ Lucy chuckled.

“Okay, okay,ˮ Bradley conceded as he held her hand.

“Never saw Bradley back down that fast,ˮ Penny grinned as her eyes quickly glanced at their conjoined hands. “So how did you two meet?ˮ

Bradley recollected the story of how they met at the docks of Umi, spent the day together with Sam and Phoenix, and their sunset stroll down the carnival pier. During all that, Lucy carefully gauged Pete’s reaction to the spring rolls. Did she add too much salt? Was the wrap to filling ratio just right? More importantly, was it just as he had remembered?

“What was that you told me, Angel?ˮ Bradley asked her. “ ‘If someone must have me, he must earn meʼ?ˮ

Lucy quickly returned to the conversation at hand.

“I thought that he was looking for something casual,ˮ Lucy told Penny. “And I just wanted to make my intentions clear.ˮ

“And when I dropped you off at your apartment, I asked you out and you still didnʼt believe me!ˮ Bradley reminisced.

“I still thought you were trying to get into bed with me!ˮ Lucy said. “You were pulling out all the stops!ˮ

“Looks like you damped your success rate with her,ˮ Amelia snorted.

“So what did made you go on that first date, Lucy?ˮ Penny asked her.

A beat.

Lucy shook her head, smiling at the memory of her and Bradley in front of her apartment gate, in the light of the setting Californian sun playing like a movie scene in her head — as if it was that long ago. They locked eyes.

“I told him that I only dated to marry — it was the last thing I could possibly say. He was very convincing....ˮ Lucy chuckled. “And what did you say back?ˮ

Bradley smirked.

“Is that suppose to scare me?ˮ

Penny turned to her daughter, who was silently engrossed with the entire ordeal.

“Amelia Benjamin,ˮ Penny told her quite firmly. “That is exactly how I want you to respond when boys are gonna ask you out in the near future, okay?ˮ

“Mom!ˮ Amelia gasped as Bradley and Lucy broke into fits of chuckles and giggles, amused by mother and daughter.

“I am just saying!ˮ Penny insisted exasperatedly. “If I done that when I was younger...it would have saved me a whole lotta time and heartbreak. So kudos to you, Lucy. Your mother taught you well.ˮ

“Well youʼre quiet Mav,ˮ Bradley noticed as he took a sip from his iced tea. “Those spring rolls that good?ˮ

“Theyʼre just as I remember them to be,ˮ Pete smiled, putting to bed Lucyʼs concerns. “Your grandmother... Mayumi— is she well?ˮ

“She has mild dementia now,ˮ Lucy replied, a little taken with how quickly he remembered her grandmotherʼs name. “Youʼll still enjoy your conversations with her — but the minute next, sheʼs doing something uninhibited.ˮ

“Oh?ˮ Pete remarked.

“Last year,ˮ Lucy said. “One of my cousins brought home her boyfriend and he was Japanese. You see, my grandmother lived through World War Two as a kid during the Japanese occupation. God — the moment she saw him, she got this shotgun that she kept under her bed (that we didnʼt know about) and chased him out of the house!ˮ

“Goodness!ˮ Penny gasped amusedly. “Is he okay?ˮ

“Yes, but he never came back.ˮ Lucy replied as Bradley barked a laughed.

“I remember Mayumi was always a little eccentric,ˮ Pete said. “But she was kind. Your grandfather was the scary one.ˮ

“I never really met him,ˮ Lucy told him. “He died of a heart attack when I was really young.ˮ

“Iʼm sorry to hear that,ˮ Pete replied. “...He was quite the gentlemen, and he only ever spoke when he needed to. I remember... that he was known for being a brilliant doctor — and he also was the only one at the island at the time.ˮ

“Really,ˮ Lucy remarked. “I didnʼt know that. My mom only really shares so much and my uncles never really talks about him.ˮ

“Your family is one of the close-knitted Iʼve seen, Lucy, but Iʼve learned that a lot of them liked to keep to themselves. Your grandfather was hard on all his children,ˮ Pete told her. “And although I saw that he always had a soft spot for Tala, I think he loved them all very much.ˮ

“Thank you for sharing that,ˮ Lucy smiled, keeping her spirits up. “I canʼt believe Iʼve learned more about my family from someone else than Iʼve had from them...ˮ

“Angel,ˮ Bradley drew circles at the back of her palm. “You know you can talk to me about your family, right?ˮ

“Of course I do,ˮ Lucy replied. “And I would love for you to meet them someday.ˮ

“Maybe even Mav can come along,ˮ Bradley suggested.

“How did you get to know Lucyʼs family so well, babe?ˮ Penny asked him.

“After my deployment at Atsugi, I took some downtime in the Philippines with Tala, some other nurses, and some other navy men too. ˮ Pete replied and then turned to Lucy. “Your mother, I believe, was working to get some experience in Japan before she planned to move here — and so she did, it seems. I spent some months in Palawan and I got to know your family there quite well — your six uncles, your grandfather, and your grandmother.”

“How did you meet her— my mom?ˮ Lucy spoke carefully.

“Well...ˮ Pete paused to remember — everything was coming back to him now. Her long raven hair, her tempting eyes, her singing lips and the smell of sweet white flowers. “I met her at Atsugi in this... this local bar over there and she was doing karaoke with some of her other nurse friends...ˮ

Pete could still recall even the faintest details of their first encounter. Swirls of smoke the air, pretty women in pretty clothes, Japanese pop music blared from the karaoke machine. Tala had her hair in an elegant low bun with strands that framed her face. She had on this, gorgeous silky dress that hugged her body just the right way and she was balancing both a bottle and smoke with an extender with one hand as she held the mike so naturally to her lips with the other. When she sang, people watched not only because she sounded so beautiful, but because she looked so effortless. Pete could even still remember their first conversation:

“Mind if I join you, gorgeous?ˮ

“That depends, can you sing?ˮ

“Canʼt I just listen?ˮ

“Absolutely not.ˮ

“So should I just humiliate myself for you, then?ˮ

“Just how willing are you to join me, sailor?ˮ

“...Does she still sing, your mother?ˮ Pete asked her — her exact replica.

“Y-Yeah, sometimes.ˮ Lucy answered quickly, before Penny had averted the conversation to Lucyʼs job as a marine biologist.

Pete stared at her the entire time as she animatedly discussed her job with Penny and Amelia, who also happened to be an aspiring marine biologist. Dinner at Pennyʼs was in full swing. Bradley brought up Ameliaʼs Walstead bowl on the desk in her room and well as Pennyʼs new plans of starting a garden — both of which Lucy knew a thing about. Though Lucy looked much like her mother, Pete observed that she didnʼt quite inherent her particularity for things or her chilly facade. Lucy was warm and made everyone she met feel like theyʼve known each other for quite a while. She wasnʼt quite like her. After nearly spending three hours just talking over dinner, it was now 9 PM and while Amelia lead Lucy to her room to show her Walstead bowl, Bradley, Mav, and Penny started cleaning.

“Hey Bradley,ˮ Penny told him briefly. “Iʼm gonna borrow your girlfriend for a bit before you leave. I want her opinion on that garden Iʼm starting.ˮ

“Sure,ˮ Bradley chuckled as he stood beside Pete, who was drying dishes as soon as Bradley rinsed them.

“I donʼt know how you pulled this one Bradley, but you better not screw up.ˮ Pete teased.

“God I really hope I donʼt Mav,ˮ Bradley sighed. “I really got lucky with her.ˮ

“As long as you remember that — especially when youʼre fighting,ˮ Pete smiled.

A beat.

“Hey Mav?ˮ Bradley drawled. “Can I ask you a question?ˮ

“Yeah.ˮ

“Be honest with me, okay? I promise I wonʼt tell Penny — but... Was Lucyʼs mom... An old flame of yours?ˮ

Pete placed a dish down on the rack and paused.

“Itʼs just that... the way you talked tonight about her and how you look at Lucy — just made me think... that you guys had something real special.ˮ

“Whenʼd you get all so smart?ˮ Pete grinned playfully.

“Cʼmon Mav...ˮ

A pause.

“I spent six months in Atsugi,ˮ Pete sighed. “And for four of them, I did date Tala... As soon as I wrapped up my deployment I went back to the Philippines with her for some months.ˮ

“What happened?ˮ Bradley whispered.

“We didnʼt end on bad terms, we... just had two different paths.ˮ

“Mav,ˮ Bradley huffed impatiently. “I know from my mom that you werenʼt the type to be hung over one girl when you broke hearts left and right.ˮ

“When I met Tala,ˮ Pete finally conceded and talked in a low voice. “Gooseʼs death was still over my head...ˮ

Bradley deflated slightly.

“I drank every night, I didnʼt have the best appetite, and I had... bad dreams. During that time, I felt like I didnʼt belong in the box anymore... so I wanted to hang it up. Tala healed me... She appreciated my ambition and saw the things I could still do — far before Iʼve realized that I can do them. She is… one of the reasons Iʼm still a pilot and why I still choose to be. Had she not insisted that I shouldnʼt stay with her, I wouldnʼt have been here with you.ˮ

“She mustʼve have been real stubborn if youʼre here,ˮ Bradley finally replied after a moment.

“Oh you have no idea,ˮ Pete laughed. “And you know what?ˮ

“What?ˮ

“I have a feeling Lucyʼs just the same,ˮ he grinned.

“Donʼt I already know?ˮ Bradley remarked. “Itʼs one of the things I fell for.ˮ

“Bradley Bradshaw, in love.ˮ Pete said aloud. “Now Iʼm really getting sentimental...ˮ

“And old...ˮ Bradley guffawed. “I thought you were gonna cry over that spring roll.ˮ

Pete smacked him over the head with the dish towel.

After bidding their goodbyes, Bradley drove himself and Lucy to her apartment. He turned off the ignition in front of her gate and held her hand.

“See?ˮ Bradley grinned. “You had nothing to worry about...ˮ

“Iʼm just so happy, Bradley...ˮ Lucy mirrored his smile. “Theyʼre wonderful people. Thank you for this...ˮ

Bradley cupped her cheek and pulled his lips against hers gently. She ran her hair through his honeyed locks, relishing the feeling, and when they could no longer breathe they pulled apart with pink-tinged faces. Lucy checked his dashboard. It was nearly midnight.

“Hey...ˮ she sighed. “Why donʼt you stay the night? You had a couple of beers with Mav, and I donʼt want you driving this late...ˮ

A wide, goofy grin stretched Bradleyʼs lips even further.

“Unless you—“

“Angel stop,ˮ he told her. “Iʼm just glad...ˮ

“Donʼt get any ideas, Lieutenant Bradshaw.ˮ

“Iʼm not!ˮ He insisted. “Iʼm just happy that youʼre comfortable enough to let me stay...ˮ

“Why wouldnʼt I be?ˮ Lucy crinkled her nose. “I only date gentlemen. As mischievous as they can be...ˮ

“Oh?ˮ Bradley smirked. “Who are these other gentlemen? I must meet them...ˮ

“Do you want to come in, or not?ˮ

Lucy waited tucked under the covers of her bed with a book, clad in some old gym shorts and a baggy sports shirt from a swim meet back in her teens. It was faded and distressed from over the years, but it was the most comfortable thing she owned. Her mind then drifted back to those years... to the rebellious, fiery, feminist, young girl she had been. Oh how she would chastise her older self over Bradley — she would have said that she had a promising career in something they loved and that she shouldn’t let any man get in her way. Lucy would bet she would shut up the minute she saw what she was seeing — the fine view of Bradley Bradshaw emerging from the steam of her bathroom, shirtless and wearing a pair of fresh boxers he had packed in a duffel bag at the back of his Bronco. Her cheeks burned pink at his broad, tanned chest and his lean stomach. He dried his moist locks in one of her cream-colored towels and grinned handsomely at the sight of her.

“Angel,ˮ Bradley spoke to her quietly, as he sat beside her on her mattress. “Are you sure this is okay? I can always sleep on the couch...ˮ

“I donʼt want you to sleep on the couch,ˮ she replied shyly, reaching for his big hand. “I want you to hold me, tonight.ˮ

Bradley kissed her fingers affectionately, heart warming at her loving gaze and tender touch.

“Okay,ˮ he smiled. “But I donʼt want you to feel like we have to do anything, alright?ˮ

Lucy nodded pulling the covers away on her right for him to tuck into. Bradley chuckled at her enthusiasm, positioning himself comfortably right beside her and opening an arm for her to tuck into. He propped the back of his head on his hand and used the other to embrace her. Lucy then turned off the bright lamp on her nightstand and turned on a little box-shaped nightlight on her beside table. It emitted a pale blue light, and because of the shape of its container, mimicked the fascinating scintillations of an underwater experience. When she finally settled into his embrace, Bradley pecked her forehead and she giggled.

“That is so cool,ˮ Bradley remarked at the light as he looked above her ceiling. “Whereʼd you get it?ˮ

“Itʼs a gift,ˮ Lucy replied, staring at the lights. “... Ford gave it to me.ˮ

“Heʼs a thoughtful guy,ˮ he hummed.

“When I was little,ˮ she smiled. “I wanted to be a mermaid. If you saw my side of the room, it was basically ocean-mania.ˮ

Bradley chuckled.

“Funnily enough,ˮ Lucy shared. “One of the options I kept open aside from marine biology was the Navy.ˮ

“Really?ˮ He quirked a brow.

“I liked the idea of traveling on the sea, and I admit... I thought I would meet some good-looking men.ˮ

“You would join the Navy for that?ˮ Bradley laughed.

“Iʼve seen your friends,ˮ Lucy retorted. “And youʼre a shining example of that.ˮ

“You find them attractive?ˮ

“I simply think that theyʼre good-looking,ˮ she hummed as she traced the lines across the expanse of his chest and the indents of his scars on his face. “You are the one I find attractive, and Iʼm truly fortunate...ˮ

“Youʼre lucky?ˮ Bradley smirked. “Iʼm the one with the young, gorgeous girlfriend. You got the old-timer...ˮ

“Well... I just happen to love vintage...ˮ Lucy replied impishly as Bradley chuckled.

They laid in silence, and it eventually lulled Lucy to sleep. Bradley could tell the exact moment when her body went limp and when each breath began to even with the rise and fall of her chest. He finally rested his head against her pillow. Her sheets and pillowcases were perfumed in a warm, honey, vanilla fragrance. He smiled at how her lips were opened partly, the way her eyelashes nearly grazed her cheeks, and how her hair cascaded down her chest. Her cold arms brought contrast to his warm embrace and soft sighs were slowly rocking him into his own slumber.

“Angel,ˮ he whispered softly, pressing a kiss on each of her moles — one at the edge of her lip and the other at the corner of her eye. “I love you...ˮ

Looks like dinner at Penny’s was a success! Lucy knowing who her real dad is at this point or her life must be pretty awkward… How do you think Pete will find out that Lucy is his daughter after all this time? Let’s keep this story going! Lots of fluff at 12 | Shark Week!

[themorriganwitch]

My sister just gifted me a Rooster Bradshaw Cooking Spoon for my 22th Birthday

And that’s sadly the closest Bradley will ever be to my mouth

[erospecies]

Bob Floyd 100% owns an “i’m bob doing bob things” t-shirt. No one can convince me otherwise.