#topgun cyclone

[ragingbookdragon]

Maverick stood in the front of the other pilots going over mission strategies when a young man entered in the back. For a moment, he watched but kept on about flight patterns until the man kept inching forward.

After seeing the man take another step, Maverick sighed and asked, “AM Peterson, is there something you need? This is a classified meeting.”

The AM sunk his neck into his shoulders as multiple higher ranks turned their heads and looked at him. “Uh, yes, Captain Mitchell, sir.” His cheeks flushed as he fumbled with his hands. “It’s, um, about your daughter, sir.”

Maverick’s brows furrowed and he ignored the way that both Hangman and Rooster sat up a little straighter. “Is she okay?”

The AM’s mouth opened and closed, then he asked, “Define okay, sir.”

“Is she alive and breathing,” he deadpanned.

“Yes, sir, she is.”

“Then you’re dismissed. I’ll get to her later.” He turned back to the board and the AM hurried up, leaning into Maverick’s ear as he whispered quietly; Maverick turned and looked at him. “Please, tell me you’re joking.”

The poor AM looked as if he were about to cry. “Sir, I wish I was.”

He sighed and rubbed his temples. “Okay. I’ll go now.”

As he started walking down the middle, Hangman and Rooster both stood up and started following and he looked between them. “What the hell are you two doing?”

“It’s about Heretic,” Rooster said with a look of disbelief. “We’re coming.”

Maverick looked at Rooster. “You, I get coming along.” He then looked at Hangman. “You, I don’t, and I don’t like the implication either.”

Hangman shrugged and in cocky fashion, replied, “Probably shouldn’t.”

He ignored Hangman as they strode through the base and into medical where Heretic was laid up in a bed with her foot in a wrap and propped up by a pillow.

“Heeeeeeeey, dad,” she greeted. “Funny meeting you here.”

“AM Peterson said you were injured.”

“I told him not to tell you. I said I was fine.”

Maverick walked up and gestured to her foot. “How?”

“How or why?” she asked back.

“Both.”

She craned her neck to the two pilots behind him and Hangman quickly pulled the curtain around them. “Well, you see, what had happened was, AM Peterson and I were fucking around playing chicken with the nail gun.”

“Oh my God,” Maverick sighed. “Did you shoot yourself in the goddamn foot with a nail gun?” he hissed.

“Well, actually, AM Peterson shot me.” She looked at him proudly. “I’m no fucking chicken.”

Maverick rubbed a hand over his face and bent over, kissing her head. “You’re an idiot. I love you, I’m glad you’re okay, but you’re an idiot.”

“Thank you, Captain,” she nodded with pride as he yanked back the curtain and walked out of the medical wing.

Hangman grinned as he leaned on the top of the bed. “Guess this explains why you weren’t at debrief.”

“Yeah…now that I think about it, I should’ve probably been at debrief.”

Rooster crossed his arms over his chest. “What’d you tell the corpsmen?”

“That I had the nail gun at a wrong angle, and it shot through my foot.”

“You know those things come with warning labels about playing with them, yeah?” he asked, and she grinned.

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” She looked around. “Speaking of venturing, can you guys get me out of here?”

Hangman snorted. “Yeah, pretty girl, we’ll get you out of here.”

“Thank you. The food here sucks.”

Before either man could help her, a voice echoed from behind, “Neither of you will help Heretic out of the medical wing. In fact, you will return to debrief like the other pilots.”

All three of them jumped and they spun, watching as the Vice Admiral stood there with his arms over his chest.

“Vice Admiral Simpson,” she smiled nervously. “What a treat for you to pay a lowly lieutenant a visit.” He narrowed his gaze on her as Hangman and Rooster began inching backwards. “No! Don’t you two—!” they practically sprinted out of the room, and she gave the Vice Admiral a hesitant smile. “Vice Admiral, have I ever told you that you are an incredibly good-looking gentleman? And that any woman would be lucky to have a moment of your time?”

“Flattery won’t work on me, Lieutenant Mitchell.”

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled, looking down and he walked up to her bedside.

“Did you really shoot yourself in the foot with a nail gun?”

She pursed her lips. “If I exercise my fifth amendment right does that, y’know, express guilt?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes sir, I shot myself in the foot with a nail gun.”

Cyclone sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “What is it with you two Mitchell’s?”

“Is that rhetorical or…” she trailed off when she saw the glare on his face. “I won the bet, if it makes you feel vindicated sir.”

“How much?”

“Two-fifty.” She pulled out the money and showed it to him; then she said, “I’ll give you one-twenty-five if you pretend I shot myself not playing chicken but fixing something.”

Cyclone looked at her for a solid moment, then he held out his hand and she smugly put the bills in it; as he pocketed it, he warned, “Do not, let this happen again, Lieutenant.”

“Aye-aye, Vice Admiral, sir.” As he walked off, she called out, “Can I buy you a beer sometime, sir?”

“Nice offer, Lieutenant, but I’m a little too old for you.”

“Fine wine ages with time, sir. Can confirm it’s aging you finely,” she flirted, and he chuckled as he turned out the door.

[military-newsboys]

Ice: just tell me what happened. Mav: okay but you have to promise that you won’t get mad Ice: I promise. Mav: Okay. So I was minding my business- Ice: Bullshit! Mav: I was!

[lieutenantfloyd]

The Little things with Husband! Cyclone ♡

Husband! Cyclone who puts extra cash and and least one of his credit cards in your bag so you can treat yourself when he's not around

Husband! Cyclone who hates texting but sends you at least 10 "I love you"s a day

Husband! Cyclone who gets emotional every time he remembers that you chose him.

Husband! Cyclone who never forgets a date, anniversary, or social event.

Husband! Cyclone who keeps his work and his personal life completely separate, but has no less than 20 pictures of you scattered around his office.

Husband! Cyclone who keeps a note pinned in his phone of all of your restaurant orders (even though he already has them memorized).

Husband! Cyclone who absolutely hates being in photos but happily lets you take as many selfies together as you want and insists you send him every single one.

Husband! Cyclone who puts extra cologne on his pillow before he leaves because he overheard you mention that the smell is comforting

Husband! Cyclone who keeps a couple extra bottles of that same cologne around just in case they decide to discontinue the scent.

Husband! Cyclone who would lose his head if it wasn't attached, but has never once forgotten his wedding band

Husband! Cyclone who is anti-social media, but has a blank account for the sole purpose of liking and commenting on your posts.

Husband! Cyclone who runs hot but always wears a jacket when you go out together, purely because he knows you're too stubborn to take his advice and bring your own.

Husband! Cyclone who fell first and fell harder.

[topgunruinedme]

Maverick: it was a calculated risk!!

Cyclone, who's frankly on his fifth heart attack of the day: it was a cross-your-fingers- and-hope-for-the-best risk. believe me, i know the difference.

original reference

[bullet-prooflove]

Rumours: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader

Tagging: @chickensrule @iwannabeinthesequalmrghostface @justameresimp @lxaah11 @librarian1002 @proceduralpassion @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond 

You don’t know about the affair, not until Beau tells you.

Apparently, a couple of the graduates were off base one night and caught sight of their Vice Admiral in his civvies, leaving a restaurant with a woman in a little black dress. The heat in his gaze when he looked at her…

It’s clear they’re sleeping together.

There are other sightings. All of Beau with the same woman, all in compromising positions. Stolen kisses in doorways when it’s raining, his hand resting on her hip as he leads her from the theatre, whispering something salacious into her ear.

His poor wife, they say, sitting at home waiting for him while he’s out playing the field.

It’s at a retirement dinner for one of the Majors that the scuttlebutt reaches its peak. He’s seen leaving early with one of the JAG officers, a Lieutenant Commander, his hand on her lower back as he holds open the car door.

Beau doesn’t realise he’s a topic of conversation until Warlock approaches him. It’s becoming an issue, the other man tells him, you’re losing their respect.

Over what? he asks and then Warlock is forced to tell him.

He’s confused at first because not once in your entire relationship has ever he stepped out on you, the thought hasn’t even crossed his mind despite the deployments. He listens as Warlock recounts the events and he checks each one of them off in his head and he realises in every single occurrence the woman that he’s been seen with…

It's you.

It’s only when they bring Maverick in for a chat do they understand what’s happened.

There’s a lot of fresh faces on base and you’ve been deployed for over six months. They’ve all just assumed that his wife is the little lady that runs the house he lives in, like most of the other Vice Admiral’s wives. Never seen, never heard from. Just existing in the background.

It doesn’t help that you kept your maiden name when you married or the fact that Beau hates clutter, so he doesn’t keep so much as a picture on his desk. Why would he? He has them all on his phone.

You find the whole thing hilarious when he comes home and tells you that night. You’re sitting in front of the coffee table, your files spread out across it as you make notes in your legal pad, wearing  his old college t-shirt and a pair of paint splattered leggings.

The two of you have a perfectly good dining table in the kitchen, but you never use it. The living room is your space, the soft sound of Norah Jones playing in the background and the scent of wild sage and sea salt from the candle you have burning on the mantlepiece.

“It’s not funny.” He tells you as he sits down on the floor alongside of you, his elbows resting on his knees. “I don’t know what to do about it.”

“The woman you’re having an affair with is actually your wife.” You remind him, tapping your pen upon the legal pad. “It’s a little funny.”

“You know I’d never…” He trails off as his lips brush over the curve of your shoulder because the thought of it is so repugnant to him. He doesn’t want to think about another woman in your bed, trying to take your place.

“I know.” You tell him, inclining your head so that he can read the honesty in your expression. “I would never either.”

He’s never doubted you, not for a minute.

His thumb trails along your jaw, guiding your mouth to his and he kisses you with a tenderness he reserves for no one else. He loves these moments, the ones where it’s just the two of you, at home, simply being with one another.

“Show and tell.” You say softly as his hands begin to wander, his lips seeking out that delicious little spot just underneath the hinge of your jaw, the one that makes you say his name.

“Hm.” He mumbles distractedly as his fingertips delve under the hem of the t-shirt, skirting along the line of your bra.

“I mean it Beau.” You utter, your head tipping back as he guides the shirt up and over your body, before tossing it onto the couch.

“I’ll take it into consideration.” He whispers against your skin as his fingers tug at the waistband of your leggings. “Right now, I’ve got other things I want to focus on.”

***

Beau chooses to address the issue with the Top Gun graduates. They’re fierce, loyal and above all else, he knows that they’ll put a stop to those rumours that are circulating the base. He can’t have his subordinates doubting him, he needs them to trust him, in the field and off it. News of an affair erodes that, it makes him seem duplicitous, makes them question his motives and that leads to mistakes. People get hurt or worse killed. So, yea, now he’s taking your advice, he’s doing show and tell.

“Final order of business.” He says as he stands in front of them, hands clasped together. “I need to address the rumours regarding the affair I’m having with a JAG officer.”

He senses the mood shift, backs straighten, and all eyes are on him. He nods at Warlock, whose waiting at the side door before he opens it. There’s a low murmur when you step inside, a few elbow nudges because the source of the scuttlebutt has now entered the room and is now standing alongside their Rear Admirable clad in a navy-blue JAG uniform.

Briefly Beau wonders what they expect from this latest development.

Maybe the whole, we’re just colleagues’ speech.

“This is my wife.” He introduces you to the group. “She’s a Lieutenant Commander in JAG and recently returned from a six-month deployment overseas. If you need an attorney, she’s the best we’ve got.”

It’s true, you excel at your position, and he couldn’t be prouder of you. You’ve achieved so much throughout your career and one of the reasons he’s here today is because he hates the idea of your successes being diminished by gossip.

“You have two minutes for questions.” He tells the graduates before folding his arms over his chest.

Phoenix is the first one to speak up, she raises her hand and Beau inclines his head towards her.

“How long have you been married?” She asks, leaning forward on her desk.

“Seven…” You pause because the deployments make it harder to keep track, you’ve been away for some anniversaries and home for others. You look to Beau for clarification.

“Eight.” He says, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a small smile because he knows you can never remember the exact timings. The only reason he does is because he’s meticulous about putting information into his calendar.

“Eight years.” You correct yourself. “Together for three before that.”

Rooster is next up; his elbows are on his desk before he raises two fingers.

“How does it work with the deployments?”

“Patience.” Beau informs the Lieutenant, rubbing his palm across his jawline. “Open communication.”

You don’t know the graduates, this is the first time you’ve met them, but you think you can see something underneath Rooster’s demeanour.  There’s a reason he asked that question, so you elaborate.

“You have to be honest with each other, talk about your feelings, the good ones and the bad ones especially on the lead up to it.” You reiterate before gesturing between you and Beau. “We talk as often as we can, keep each other up to date with what’s going on in our lives, even if it’s just the day-to-day stuff. If one of us doesn’t get in contact for a few days, we try not to take it too personally. I know that life on the base can get hectic and he knows sometimes you can’t just get a signal in the middle of the Pacific.”

That gets a little laugh and it’s good to see that there’s a little humour in them. You hate it when people take themselves too seriously.

“Care packages.” Beau supplements into the conversation.

“Oh, sometimes when I’m away he sends me things from home, and I send him stuff from my travels.” You tell the group, leaning back against the podium at the front of the room. “Just a little something to say we’re thinking of each other.”

You can see you’ve given Rooster some food for thought. You wonder what his circumstances are, if there’s a girl in the background, he’s thinking of getting serious about.

“Have you ever thought about giving it up?” Hangman asks, a cocktail stick dangling out of his mouth. “The job for the sake of the marriage?”

Another one with something on his mind, you think. Although you don’t spy a wedding ring on his finger, you suspect something that might be heading that way. You’re good at reading people, it comes in handy in the courtroom.

“Yea.” You answer honestly, with a small shrug of the shoulders. “We’ve talked about it a few times, but this is who I am, the same way it’s who he is. Neither of us will compromise on that, if it’s right you shouldn’t have to.”

Hangman nods knowingly before Beau interrupts.

“Alright, your two minutes is up.” His palm comes to rest upon your lower back, thumb skating over the vertebrae. “We have other places to be, so good luck with your training.”

It isn’t until you reach the corridor outside that he slows his step. The two of you find yourself alone for a minute, a rarity on such a busy military base. You lean against one wall, while he stands rigid in front of the other, both hands coming to rest on his hips.

“Those were some tough questions, right?” He asks you, his mouth setting into a grim line before he looks at you.

“That last one…” You shake your head. “The job for the sake of the marriage, that felt a little too close to home.”

Beau nods his agreement before his gaze meets yours.

“You know I’d never…”

“No, I know.” You assure him, pushing away from the wall and coming to stand before him. You reach for his collar straightening it just a little, despite the fact it didn’t require any intervention. “But it is getting harder to leave.”

Then don’t. He wants to say but instead he bites his tongue because he’s a good husband and it’s a lot more complicated than that. Your palms come to rest on his chest, he can tell you’re preoccupied with something. It’s in the way your brows crease just a little.

“What is it?” He asks you, studying your expression for clues.

You’re interrupted by the door opening as Warlock steps out into the corridor, the encrypted tablet clasped in his hands.

“We have a full schedule today...” He pauses, his finger lingering over the calendar as the two of you step apart. “I can give you a minute.”

“He’s all yours Solomon.” You say with a smile as you draw away from him.

He can already feel you slipping through his fingers, he isn’t sure what it is that gives him that sensation but it’s acute. There’s a trepidation in the pit of his stomach, something he only gets when it comes to your deployments but it’s far too soon for that. You’ve barely been home more than a couple of weeks.

“I’ll catch up with you later.” You promise before turning on your heel and striding down the corridor with purpose.

It reminds him for the moment of the first time he saw you, walking into the courtroom with your head held high, that black leather legal binder tucked under your arm. He’d been sitting in the gallery watching the trial of an Ensign accused of smuggling coke through produce in the kitchens. The idiot had been under his command at the time and elected for a court martial. You had eviscerated his case; it was both beautiful and painful to watch.

He spends the rest of the afternoon distracted, wishing the two of you had had a chance to finish that conversation.

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[coffeecollective]

Dagger squad flight school HC

They all loved to place these ridiculous ass bets (as they do because it’s THEM), they would bet on who would get with who or who was currently with who

It included both students AND instructors

Of course, phoenix, the queen of gossip, tea, and drama, won almost all of these betting pools

It was to the point that the others almost banned her from joining bets for this reason

[eri-is-online]

That's how that interaction went right?

[mare--noctis]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a restless spirit must be in want of adventure.

Such is the case with Pete "Maverick" Mitchell—impossible to ground, allergic to paperwork, and perpetually followed by trouble. Yet, when a (possibly paranormal) twist of fate elevates him to the rank of Rear Admiral, he finds himself mostly earthbound and compelled to collaborate with Vice Admiral Beau "Cyclone" Simpson, the very embodiment of propriety. As they spar over everything from flight plans to the nuances of "best behaviour," both begin to realize that while soaring through the skies presents its dangers, navigating the uncharted territory of an unexpected friendship between two headstrong admirals may be the most formidable mission yet.

Or, to put it simply: Maverick turns coffee breaks into battlefields, and Cyclone learns that keeping a high-flying admiral grounded is more challenging than it appears.

[hangmanbob]

[sarahsmi13s]

This Is How It Feels

whumptober day 5: hostage / kidnapping / held at gunpoint

pairing: beau 'cyclone' simpson x daughter!reader

characters: beau simpson, y/n simpson, reagan simpson, ncis: new orleans team, the squad breifly, hayden and frankie, everett north (oc villian), cameron north (deceased)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, kidnapping, torture, guns, blood, waterboarding, loss of will to live, oc character death, revenge killing, if i missed any please tell me!

word count: ~3.2k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

also also, i do want to apologize for getting this up late got distracted while writing it so i finished it later than i had hoped

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: a parent's grief is strong and powerful and it can make you crazy, if the opportunity presents itself to get revenge... you take it

“Simpson!”

You turned at the call of your name, spotting your friends waving to you from the front of a bar. “C’mon! We’re starving!”

Shaking your head, you jogged over. “You two, my goodness,” you laughed before you all walked in. “Are you sure we can even eat here? It’s a bar.” “We’ve eaten at the Hard Deck before,” your friend, Hayden, said as she walked over to a table.

“Okay okay, you have a point there. Just don’t try anything stupid, we’re all repping the school, but I’m also repping the Navy and my dad. So if any of you try to pull-”

“Relax, Simpson, I left my fake ID in California,” Frankie, your best friend said as she nudged you playfully.

“Simpson?” 

You looked up to see an older gentleman standing there with an apron around his waist. 

“As in Beau Simpson?” He asked, looking over your face quizzically.

You nodded, “Yes sir, he’s my dad.” The man chuckled, “Yeah, I know your dad, grew up down the street from my mama. I’m sure he hasn’t talked about me much, I’m Dwayne Pride – folks around here call me King.”

“Oh! Yeah, Dad did tell me about you,” you said with a smile and stood up to shake his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.” Dwayne chuckled, “You can call me Dwayne…” He trailed off, brow arched as he silently prompted you to fill in the blank. “Y/N, I’m Y/N.” He smiled and nodded, “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You sat back down, but looked up at him. “Now, is your mama Reagan Autry?” You nodded, “Sure is!” He chuckles, “I knew they’d last. Anyhow, what can I get y’all to drink?”

Back in North Island, the squad was at Cyclone’s house for a little get together.

“Where’s Y/N?” Mav asked, sipping his drink as Beau sat down. “Oh her culture club is visiting New Orleans for Mardi Gras week,” Reagan said as she sat down on the arm on Beau’s chair.

“Now y’all are from NOLA, right?” Jake asked, relaxing back on the couch. They nodded, “Sure are. High school sweethearts at that.” He nodded, “That’s impressive.” “It is, because of all the hours and missed dates over the years because he’s such a hard worker,” she said, kissing the side of Beau’s head.

“I made up for it though,” he chuckled and squeezed her hip. “Yeah, you d-”

Reagan’s statement was cut off by Beau’s phone ringing.

He furrowed his brow and picked it up, checking the caller ID to see that it was Frankie.

“I better take this, excuse me,” he sat his drink down and stood before going out on the back patio.

He closed the door as he answered, “Frankie? What’s-” 

“Y/N’s been taken!” 

Beau froze, the breath being pulled from his lungs. “W-what?” Frankie was hyperventilating on the other end, “W-we were get-getting something fr-from the vending machine and-and-and some guy c-came up and t-took her. I tried to he-help b-but she-she told me to run.” 

Frankie sobbed, even though he couldn’t see her he knew she was pacing the hotel room 

“I-I’m sorry…” 

He had to remain calm, knowing that she would freak out if he did. “Frankie, Frankie, you need to breathe sweetheart. I know you’re scared, but I need you to listen to me. There’s a bar, it’s called the Tri-Tone, you need to go there and find Dwayne Pride.”

She sniffed, “W-Why Dwayne Pride?” “He’s an NCIS Agent, he’s the team leader down there and he can help.” She coughed a little, “O-okay…” He took a breath and glanced back inside, seeing his wife leaning on the wall and watching him carefully. “Frankie, I’ll try to be down there soon. Stay safe and be on alert.” “Y-yes sir.” 

He hung up and ran a hand over his face before turning to go back inside.

His eyes stayed on the floor as he closed the door behind him and leaned on it. “Beau… Honey, is everything okay? Is Y/N okay?” 

The concern in Reagan’s voice grabbed the squad’s attention and they looked over concerned.

“Uh.. She.. She was taken… Y/N and Frankie were getting something from the vending machine.. and–and some guy took her…” Beau looked up and met her eyes, tears filling his, “Someone took her…”

Reagan collapsed, Beau catching her just before she could hit the floor. “No! No! Not her, not our baby girl! Please,” she sobbed, her manicured nails biting at his shoulder as she clung to his shirt.

Beau couldn’t say anything as he held up his wife, trying to be strong for her and not break down in front of the squad.

But it was hard. 

I mean of course it was. 

You, his baby girl, in the hands of some stranger. It was his worst nightmare come to life.

Cold. Damp. Dark. 

Those were the words you would have used to describe the room you were in. The only light on in the room was a yellow bulb swinging in its cage above your head. The chill nipped at your exposed skin, having been stripped of the clothes you were in when you were taken. The room smelled of mildew, and you knew that any water ride you ever went on would remind you of this room.

Your arms were tied above your head, spread in a ‘Y’ to keep you from attempting to free yourself despite being in chains. Your bare feet scraped the rough concrete, your toenail polish being scraped off and leaving red, pink, and white streaks on the floor.

If you had to guess, you’d been there about 12 hours, if not a whole day.

The man that took you had only been in the room one other time and it was to tighten the gag in your mouth. It was a relief that was all, but you had a sinking gut feeling that he had something in store for you.

Your view of the room was awful, you could only see the staircase in front of you, the small window at the top of the wall letting in the moonlight and illuminating the assortment of instruments on the workbench underneath it. If there were worse things behind you, you couldn’t see it. But if what you could see was any indication, there was a reason you were here.

All you could do was pray that Frankie got help and that someone was on their way to save you.

“What do we know?” Dwayne asked as he came in, Beau and Reagan following behind him. “Any updates?” 

Chris and Tammy turned, heads tilted in confusion as to why they were there. But they continued when Pride nodded.

“We were just sent this photo anonymously, Patton’s tracing it now.” Sebastian put the photo on the plasma.

The photo was a newspaper being held by cracked manicured nails but the face in the background was too covered to be enhanced effectively. 

“However, there’s no way to determine-”

“That’s her,” Reagan spoke up, tears gathering in her eyes. “That’s my baby girl…” 

Dwayne looked from her and up to Beau, “Are you sure?” She nodded and held up her own hand, “We got a matching manicure before she left…” Reagan turned and sobbed into Beau’s shoulder.

“She was playing with her brothers when she was young and scraped her left hand on the brick wall, the scar never went away,” Beau added for more confirmation that the hand in the photo did belong to you.

Dwayne nodded, “Then there’s hope, it’s a proof of life photo.” 

All the Admiral could do was nod before holding his wife close and silently cry with her.

It had been 5 days since you had been abducted. 

5 agonizing days.

Beau was a wreck, he was falling apart with worry. With fear. Anything awful that came to Beau’s mind, it’s what they were doing to you. And it wasn’t getting better.

Because they hadn’t heard anything else from your abductor. Patton’s trace led them to a library computer, where they were able to obtain security footage but no one in the film looked suspicious. All the team could do was tell the library staff to keep a lookout for anything or anyone sketchy.

But other than that, they had nothing.

And they were running out of time.

“Please, stop!” You sobbed as the hot knife ran across your skin. 

The past four days have been non-stop pain. Even when you were given a break so your capture could do whatever, you were in pain. 

You felt like you had zero hope of getting out, of ever seeing your family again. You could only think of your dad, how he must feel. That he may never see you again, his only daughter, taken from him.

“No! He has to know the pain! The suffering I went through because of him!” 

Him.

That was all he ever referred to this mystery man as. Never said a name or anything other than ‘him’ or ‘he’.

“Who?! Who are you talking about?” You screamed before a fist collided with your stomach, the slick slap of his fist on your wet, bloody skin making you sick to your stomach. 

Your skin was littered with cuts, all ranging in depths and lengths but none deep enough to be immediately fatal. 

No.

It had to be slow.

Whomever this ‘he’ was had to experience the same pain your capture felt.

The man hit you again, smearing your own blood across your face and bruising your swollen skin. 

You cried out, begging for him to stop and to let you go as he walked away. Your voice was raw and broken, cracking as you desperately pleaded. 

“Let me go! Please! I just wanna go home…”

“My daughter never came home, why should I let his?” 

You blinked, not sure what he meant by that. 

“I’m sorry about your daughter… I am… but why inflict this on someone else? Why take someone else’s daughter away?”

He didn’t answer you and released the tension on your chains, sending you to your knees harshly and reopening the wounds on your knees. 

Grunting, he took long strides back over to you. 

You knew what he was after and you tried to crawl away, scraping your palms on the concrete. But you could only crawl so far and so fast. 

Your entire body throbbed and your blood made the floor slick. Your capture was faster than you were in your weak state. He grabbed your hair, yanked you back and grabbed you by the throat. Your yelp was cut short as he applied pressure, cutting off your air flow.

Weakly, you tried to claw at him, get him to let go, but he wouldn’t. He squeezed until your eyes rolled back and you passed out.

Beau paced the living room of his childhood home, waiting on Pride to arrive.

Dwayne had called, telling him they needed his help identifying a man and that they had a lead, a promising one.

He wasn’t given any other details, but even that was enough to give him some hope. It had been over a week, so this was gold to them.

The normally calm and collected admiral nearly jumped out of his skin when there was a knock at the door. He raced over and pulled it open, revealing the two agents behind it.

“King, Agent Gregorio,” he greeted, stepping to the side to let them both in. They nodded their thanks to him before they went to the kitchen.

“We’re gonna get right into this, Admiral, you and your wife have waited over a week for something like this,” Tammy said, with sympathy in her voice as she held the evidence bag and a printed photo up. 

Dwayne took the evidence bag, “This was in a book returned to the library early this morning.” He turned it to show the folded up notebook paper, the words, “FROM ONE FATHER TO ANOTHER THIS IS HOW IT FEELS” scrawled sloppily across the page in red ink and what looked to be blood droplets and a bloody fingerprint on the paper. 

“The blood is fresh, as old as this mornin’...” Beau didn’t have to ask, there was no other person whose blood it could be. But he needed the confirmation, no matter how sick it made him feel. “Is-Is it…” Both agents nodded, Tammy speaking, “Sebastian ran the print… it’s Y/N’s. The blood is her’s as well…”

Beau gripped the back of the chair to keep him from falling, Dwayne coming to his side to help him sit down.

“Do-do you know who sent it?” 

Tammy sat the photo down, “We were hoping you might.” He picked up the print and looked at it, recognizing the face instantly. “Yeah, yeah, that’s Everett North… His daughter, Cameron, was under my command a few years ago. She died on a mission.”

They nodded looking at each other, Tammy stepping out to call Chris and tell him to look up Cameron’s name. 

Beau runs a hand down his face, “He blames me for Forest’s death and is taking it out on my daughter…”

Everett sat in a chair, fiddling with a hose waiting for you to wake up. 

You were laying on the freezing floor, the only warmth being the pool of blood you were laying in. You weren’t sleeping so much as laying unconscious, passing out from the previous day's torment. You knew what today held, the same as yesterday. 

That’s what it was, a routine. Torture of all kinds day in and day out. Pain and suffering, that’s all it ever was.

You didn’t want to open your eyes, wake up to another day of this. You were sick, coughing and shivering as the cold basement plus your wet skin plagued you. Your wounds were infected. Your throat was raw from screaming, but Everett managed to pull them from you still. 

And you knew what was in store for you today… but keeping your eyes closed would only delay the inevitable.

You cracked your swollen eyes open, weakly trying to push yourself up. 

“They’re she is,” he gruffed out before getting up and turning the hose on. He puts his thumb over the opening on the hose, spraying you in the face with the freezing water. 

You could only weakly yelp before he was coming over and pulling you to your feet and dragging you to the table on the back wall.

“No, no, no, please, please don’t…” You protest weakly, still trying to fight him. 

“Stop fightin’, you know it's no use,” he said coldly before putting you on the table and strapping you down before running the cold water over your cuts and burns.

You whimpered, squirming to get away despite it being futile. 

He just laughed before covering your face with a towel and soaking it with the hose.

“Everett North, his daughter was Cameron North. Cameron was killed after her plane crashed and she was taken by the enemy. She was held and tortured for two weeks before her body was dumped back at the wreckage for search and rescue to find,” Gregorio started.

Chris was next, “After seeing her at the Tri-Tone and following her to her hotel, North abducted Y/N. She has been with him for a little over a week. But she isn’t trained like military personnel is, she’s only 18 and what Lieutenant North went through was intense and extensive. We don’t know if Y/N can handle it.”

“Okay, do we know where he lives?”

“Sebastian is–”

“I found it! I’ve got his address!” Sebastian shouted as he stood up.

With that the team jumped up and got their gear.

The moment the towel was yanked off your face you started coughing up the water you inhaled, lifting your head so you don’t choke on it again.

Everett started and ended with the same method. That's how you knew your day was over.

He unstrapped you from the table and watched you weakly roll until you fell onto the ground limply.

“Please… just kill me…” 

Your plea was weak as you continued to cough up water. You hated that you had gotten to that point so soon. That you could pull through for just a little longer. But you were in agony, body broken and bloody. You didn’t want your parents to see you like this.

“Oh no no no, your dad has to feel the same pain I felt.”

You look over your shoulder, “M-My dad? What did my dad do to you?” Everett reaches down and grabs your hair, pulling you up to your knees.

“He killed my daughter, I’m only returning the favor,” he hissed, yanking down to put you on your back.

You yelped, your head making contact with the ground. “My dad would never do that!” He kicked you across the face, “Shut up! You don’t know!”

You went to retort but you could hear movement upstairs.

And that’s when you felt your will to live enter your body again. 

“Help! I’m down here, help me!”

You could hear the flurry of footsteps to the basement door and Everett pulled you to your feet.

He held most of your weight and pointed a gun at your neck as the door flew open and agents ran down the stairs.

“Everett North! NCIS put your weapon down!”

“Come any closer and I’ll shoot her!”

Everything suddenly became blurry, the voices around you muddling together. You didn’t know exactly what was happening but you could only assume it was shock or your body finally letting go and relaxing because you had a chance of living.

But before you learned the answer, everything went black as a gunshot rang out.

The first thing you noticed as you woke up was the incessant beeping of a heart monitor. Next was the fact that the lights were off. Then it was the weight of a large, calloused hand in yours.

“D-Daddy?” You rasped out, attempting to squeeze his hand. 

Beau’s head whipped up, “Oh, baby…” “Daddy, I-I’m so sorry,” you nearly sobbed out. “Shhh shh baby girl, no, it’s not your fault. It’s never your fault.”

All you could do was nod before you started coughing. 

He was quick to react, getting you a cup of water and offering it for you to take, afraid that if he tried to help he’d send you into a panic.

You take it and sip it carefully before giving it back to him. He grabbed your hand, “I’m so glad you’re okay, sweetheart. I’m so sorry this happened.” You shake your head, “Not your fault… he-he blamed you… but it’s not your fault.”

He smiled gently at you before pushing hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead and you sent him an identical smile. “What matters is that I’m okay… well that I will be okay.” He nodded and kissed your hand, “Yeah, you’re gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

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[spnshortcake]

Sugar daddy

Pairing: cyclone and reader

Smut: minors DNI

Requests are still open!

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A/N: this is not been proofread so sorry for any mistakes!

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After moving to California and starting college you and your girlfriends decided to go bar hop in Los Angeles. You have always loved the night life and party scene and never gonna say no to a good time. Y’all all start getting ready and you look at yourself in the mirror. You checked yourself out seeing your tight black skirt and top. Your friends wanted to pregame before getting the Uber to go to the bars so y’all all waited for your friend to pour everyone a shot. The first one always goes down the hardest to you try not to smell it as you lift it to your lips and pour all the liquid down your throat. You do a little dance shimming it down and clap your hands and you look at your girlfriends and everyone busts out laughing.

“Let’s get this party started we got 10 mins til Uber gets here!” Your tall friend Sam said.

“Man I can’t believe Shawn got us a table at the bar down town.” Brie your other girlfriend spoke out.

You may be wondering who Shawn is but that’s Sams sugar daddy. You have heard so much about him and how much he treats her so well and he is always trying to spoil everyone.

“Yeah he did so good he said him and his friends got the table in the back so they will watch us but they won’t get to close said we can get whatever we want.” Sam giggled putting on her lip gloss.

You never had a sugar daddy before but got you thinking. What if you had one? Maybe you needed an older man to hold you down?

“Maybe I need one” you finally speak up and everyone looks at you shocked

“What?” You questioned looking at your friends

“Y/N, I can get you one just gotta talk to him.” Sam finally said and everyone laughs.

“Uber is here let’s go!!” Sam looks at her phone and back at everyone. You all go get your bags and finish up getting ready and make y’all’s way to the Uber. It’s a big black SUV everyone can fit in it.

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The Uber pulls up to the curb outside the bar and there is already a line and the music is bumping and lights flashing it’s the oldest bar in LA but it’s the best no wonder Sams sugar daddy brought us here. Y’all start standing in line til a group of tall men come up to where y’all was standing.

“Shawn!! Hi babe!” Sam comes up to the one in the middle and kisses him. You look at his other friends and notice a man in a silky button up black shirt with gold necklace on and rings he has jet black sunglasses on so you can’t see his eyes but you know they are looking at you.

“Y’all don’t need to wait baby come up with us the table is ready for y’all. He unclips the red rope and y’all all make your way to the table and you over hear the man talking to Shawn you thought maybe you was hearing something else since the music was so loud but you swear you heard him say “that one will be mine at the end of the night” you immediately start blushing and trying to look like you didn’t just hear him say that so you went to the table and the men just circle yall.

“Well we will get out of y’all’s ladies hair so y’all just enjoy and whatever y’all need and want it’s on my tab so don’t worry.” Shawn kisses Sam and waves bye as he is walking away with his friends you watch as that older guy walk away and you can’t tell what you like better his front or back more.

“Who was that with him?” You whisper to Sam as she is handing you a shot glass fillled with tequila.

“Which one?” She asked

“The one in the silk shirt and shades” you look back and see that the man took his shades off so you see his eyes and they are staring right at you you try to play it off as you wasn’t looking at him but he smirks knowing damn well you was staring and he knew.

“Oh hun that’s Cyclone. He is hot isn’t he?” She smirks at you

“Cyclone?”

“That’s his nickname we all call him but his real name is well you actually will have to ask him cause I can’t tell you that.”

“What why?” You asked confused

“Cause babe I’m not his. I’m Shawn’s that’s how I know his name.” She wiggles her eye brows at you and y’all laugh.

“So I have to be his to get his name?” You looked back and you didn’t see him sitting with his friends you started looking for him but couldn’t see him. Then you feel someone tap your shoulder making you turn your head and you almost died when it was him. Cyclone. He has a whiskey neat in his hand and then a glass of red in his other.

“Shawn said you liked wine so I got you a drink.” He hands you the drink and you sip it and you almost melt its the best red you have ever put in your mouth.

“Oh goodness this is so tasty thank you-“ you started trailing off cause you didn’t know his name.

“The name is Beau but you can call me cyclone maam. Have a good night I’ll be seeing you.”

You turn back to your friends as he walks away

“Damn girl he is already all over you.”

“Well one drink isn’t gonna get me to be all over him but god he is so hot. Let’s go dance!!”

“Oh yeah put on a little show for man” Sam and Brie laughs as y’all make y’all’s way to the dance floor many people are already dancing and moving to the music.

Everyone is having a great time and dancing and drinking. You can’t keep your mind off one thing the whole time. Beau. You keep stealing peeks at him and when you don’t look at him he is watching you. Your hips moving to every beat of the music and he knows you’re doing it for him. The other guys there are all noticing you too. When you and your friends are dancing you feel someone come up and grab your hips you immediately stop and turn but then you don’t feel his hands on you but you see cyclone grabbing him away from you and you see Shawn and two body guards escorting him out.

“Are you okay?” Cyclone asks you

“Yes I am thank you. But you didn’t need to do that. I can take care of myself.” You smirk at him and he gets closer to you and you can smell his cologne on him.

“Well I know you can but no guys need to be touching you.”

“Oh yeah? Then who can touch me?” You put your hand on your hip

He chuckles looking away from you then looks down at you since he is much taller than you.

“You’re a little playful thing are you. Shawn was telling me how fun you are.” He smirks pulling you closer if that’s even possible at this point.

“Well maybe you can find out how playful I am.” You lift your glass to your lips and drink the rest of your wine.

“Guess you need more drink I’ll be right back.” He grabs your glass and disappears to the bar.

“Girl your totally into him get it.” You and Sam was in the restroom fixing your hair.

“I honestly didn’t know if I would like him but man he is so fine he can do whatever he wants to me and I’ll be in heaven.” You both laugh and walk out the restroom seeing Shawn and cyclone standing by the door waiting for y’all to come out.

“Now baby how about we let them get to know eachother.” Shawn grabs her by her waist and kisses her neck making her giggle and they walk away.

Beau comes up beside you and you instantly smell his cologne. He puts his hand on your hip helping you back at his booth him and his friends were at.

“Thank you for the glass of wine.” You shyly said.

“My pleasure miss y/n” he sips his whiskey and you just watch his fingers wrapped around the glass and seeing his shinny gold ring on his finger.

“Where did you get your rings? It’s nice” he smirks at you looking at his hand and puts his glass down on the table.

“Well let’s just say it’s a family heirloom” he gets closer to you and puts his hand on your thigh.

“You are one beautiful lady.” He looks at you. It’s like you both are the only ones in the bar but you know that’s not the case. You get caught up in his beautiful eyes.

“Y/n come dance this is your song!!” Brie and Sam comes running to you. Pulling you from Beau. He puts his hands up in surrender chuckling.

“I promise she will be back in one piece.” Sam winks at him and he nods.

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“Oh fuck beau, yes you do that so good.” You moan out as you look down at beau between your legs as you are on the bars bathroom sink. He looks up at your grinning and inserts the finger with the ring on into you as he plays with his tongue lapping it around your sensitive center as you lay your head back on the mirror.

“You like that? You are such a bad girl coming to the bar looking like that, dancing like how you was having all the guys eyes on you.”

“I was doing it to get your attention cyclone.” You moan out as he picked up his pace. You feel you’re getting closer and you push his back and he is shocked when you did that cause he knew you was about to cum on his face.

“What are you doing?” He looks down at you and you smirk pushing him on the sink and taking his belt off and getting his hard on into your hands it’s so big you have to have both your hands around him and you get on your knees but he stops you.

“Here baby put this on your knees no need to get them sore.” He puts his coat jacket on the floor in front of him and you get back down and look up at him through your lashes

“Oh this is perfect thank you.” You continue to play with him in your mouth and having him moan your name and grabbing your head pushing you down further.

“Is anyone in here?” A voice asks knocking on the door you stop and look at him and he locks the door.

“Yes there is now go away.” He grunts and the voice doesn’t say anything as he fucks your face so hard you are starting to drool.

“Oh baby girl you look so good making a mess with me in your mouth.” He moans and you instantly feel your heat dripping.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours keep going. You’re doing great job y/n” you feel him release in your mouth and you swallow it looking back up at him and he wipes your mouth.

“You’re coming home with me missy I hope you know that.” He helps you get your skirt back down over you and opens the door to see Brie Sam and Shawn all staring at y’all.

“Leaving so soon?” Shawn smirks at you too and you look down blushing.

“We are definitely leaving.” Beau looks down as he puts his coat on you.

“Use protection.” Sam yells out and you flip her off as y’all walk away and get into his 87 black impala.

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I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS I MAY OR MAY NOT DO A SECOND PART! I liked this request! So sorry it took so long to post!

[percyjacksonfan3]

Chapters: 14/14 (90k words) Fandom: Top Gun (Movies), top gun maverick Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Beau "Cyclone" Simpson, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, "Dagger" Training Detachment Aviators & "Dagger" Training Detachment Aviators (Top Gun), Robert "Bob" Floyd/Javy "Coyote" Machado/Natasha "Phoenix" Trace Summary:

After the mission Maverick has to come to terms with the fact that the Dagger squad is splitting up, he has a relationship with his godson to work on, and that he's facing an unwanted impending retirement.

Oh, and the fact that apparently Cyclone is suddenly his biggest defender, for reasons Maverick cannot figure out, no matter how hard he tries.

Still, when the man is the reason he's still flying for the Navy and working with the Daggers, Pete will happily take it. And if they have to continue working together because of it, well, they're adults. He's sure they can handle it. Things will be fine.

Until Maverick starts to develop feelings for him, that is.

[military-newsboys]

Ice: we all have our demons. Ice: *pointing at Mav* and that one’s mine Mav: *smiles*

[lieutenantfloyd]

Could you do Beau Cyclone Simpson with wife reader where she surprise him with the news of her pregnancy? Just something fluff and cute. Tag me later! Thanks! :))

Speechless | Cyclone x Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and anxiety.

Authors note: This request has been living in my head rent free for over a week and has sent me down a rabbit hole of wholesome baby announcement tiktoks lol

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You and Beau have been together for the better part of a decade, and married for over half of that time. Naturally, you've had plenty of conversations about starting a family throughout your relationship. The conversations confirmed that you were on the same page—"Whatever happens, happens." He'd murmured into the crook of your neck after a bit too much liquor—but always had a dreamy, hypothetical air to them. Even now, looking down at the soft linen onesie, "Hi, Daddy!" board book, and paperwork confirming your upcoming eight-week prenatal appointment, things still didn't feel quite real.

You arrange—and rearrange—the items in the gift basket until your house's silence is interrupted by the sound of the front door closing. You glance at the clock on the bedside table and notice it's only six o'clock in the evening. Typically Beau wouldn't be home this early, but you know that today's doctor's appointment followed by your vague updates afterward had inevitably left him worried.

You'd never known your husband to be a man of grand gestures and even less one to make bold declarations of love. Yet you had learned early on in your relationship that he was a man who shined brightest when in the traditional role of a provider. The fine details—from managing your monthly bills and ensuring that there was a fresh bouquet of flowers on your bedside table each week—was one area that he took serious pride in.

Maybe that's why you didn't argue when he scheduled a doctor's appointment for you in the first place. An appointment you had attended simply to silence the alarm bells going off in the mind of your darling—if not overprotective—husband. Though just as luck would have it, a blood test revealed that what you'd chalked up to be a rather strong bout seasonal allergies was actually the symptoms of your first trimester.

Hearing the clank of his keys against the table downstairs, you take a seat on the bed. Your heart rate picks up as he calls out to you. You tell him you'll be right down as you pull the basket into your lap. With a heavy breath, you give it a final look over before gripping the wooden handles and pacing out of the room.

His back is facing you as you enter the kitchen. He perks up at the sound of your footsteps, but you speak before he has the chance to turn around.

"I have a surprise, but I need you to close your eyes." You say, pushing down the butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach.

 He hums lowly in response, and you move around him once you see his posture shift as his remaining senses go on high alert. Despite the butterflies, you can't help the smile that breaks out on your face as you place the basket on the kitchen island in front of him.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

His blue eyes flicker open and immediately land on you. You give him a soft, reassuring smile and nod downwards. His gaze follows yours, and you watch closely as he takes in what's in front of him. Even after years together, you can't help but melt as a look of graceful concentration floods his handsome features.

As expected, he bypasses the other items in favor of examining the paperwork. Your heart hammers in your chest as his eyes scan the page. The look on his face shifts into one of loving softness as everything clicks into place in his head.

"You're-"

"-pregnant."

The word barely leaves your mouth before he drops the papers and pulls you into his arms. His strong hands run over the small of your back as he places a kiss atop your head. You stay like this—sheltered in each other's embrace—for several beats. Eventually, he pulls away, though only far enough for you to adjust and see the smile blooming on his face. One of his hands departs your back, only to find purchase against your cheek. Another beat passes before he shakes his head as if in disbelief.

"I don't know what to say..." he voices softly.

"Are you happy?"

"I'm over the moon." He smiles.

Your heart screams at you to kiss him, only for him to be faster. Your lips meet gently, though not an ounce of passion is missing from the kiss. Whatever fear and anxiety that you had still been holding onto vanished in an instant. He pulls away and leans down to place a peck against your shoulder, which he does only when falling deep into thought. You raise a hand and run your fingers through his short cropped hair before inquiring about what’s on his mind.

"A to-do list, along with a list of potential nursery paint colors."

His words make your heart swell, but you can’t pass up the opportunity to press his buttons just a little.

"Can we at least make it through our first official doctor's visit before you start drafting schematics?"

"Preparation is the key to success." He states matter-of-factly, only to earn a sarcastic eye roll from you.

"Hey,” he says while poking at your side, “you knew exactly who I was when you married me."

“Isn’t hindsight is 20/20?” You respond playfully.

A crease forms between his eyebrows as he feigns offense, though it’s only seconds before he joins you in laughter. Watching your face light up, he shakes his head softly before capturing your lips for another kiss.

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[topgunruinedme]

Guess who’s finally found their back up save for Dagger Daycare? Honestly the last year and a half has been so shit for this series, not only was I struggling because I moved away from home abroad, my laptop broke, I was busy with school, my usb with my backups for the series was destroyed so I wasn’t able to work on the book until 9month later when I finally moved back home, abroad again, but it’s taken me almost a year and a half, two years to find my original file with my book plan and chapters in it.

Now obviously updates won’t be an instantaneous thing, they might take a while because I’m in the middle of my due dates for my semester and have a lot going on however, I’ve also left myself in a bad spot with my last update that I have to find my way out of which means the next chapter might be a little Jolty to accomodate for that.

[bullet-prooflove]

Baby, that red dress brings me to my knees - Cyclone from Top Gun?

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Companion piece to Chevy Corvette - Harm asks you for an answer regarding a very personal question.

You wear a red dress to Harmon Rabb’s rehearsal dinner, one that Beau has never seen before. It clings to your form in a way he can only describe as sinful. It causes an uncomfortable stirring in his trousers as he sips from a glass of whiskey at the bar.  

It gets worse as the night goes on because you’re in a very playful mood. Fingertips playing across the neckline, drawing his attention to your breasts, palm brushing over his cock as you slip past him.  When the two of you dance together, he can feel every single inch of you pressed against him and you use that to your advantage.

When he does eventually manage to get you alone, he’s aching for you, his cock leaking all over this underwear.

“You are being a very naughty girl tonight.” He murmurs as he draws you into the cloak room, pressing your back against the wall.

“It’s seeing you in this suit.” You tell him, your fingers trailing over his chest through his shirt. “It does something to me.”

He ends up on his knees with his face buried between your thighs as he jerks himself off. His other fist is bundled in the fabric of the dress, grasping it as he buries his tongue deep in that sweet, wet cunt of yours. He can tell you’re close, it’s in the way you tug his hair, your hitched breathing. He loves going down on you, giving you pleasure, it sparks something filthy in his brain, something raw and primal.

“Beau.” You whisper and the way you say his name…

It ruins him.

He lets you come once before he fucks you. Normally he’d go for two but you’re running short on time and any minute now someone could come along to collect their coat.

The moment he eases inside you, he knows he isn’t going to last long. You’ve been working him up all night and the way you grip his cock, it feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. He thrusts inside you, once, twice and you’re coming all again, tightening around his dick. It sends him hurtling over the edge, his mouth covers yours, stifling the moan of ecstasy that leaves your lips.

“You make me do the craziest damn things.” He mumbles into the curve of your throat in the aftermath and you laugh as your fingers card lightly through his hair.

“It’s the dress.” You whisper into his ear. “You’ve always said how much you love me in red.”

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