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These make me cackle every. single. time.

Top Gun: Maverick as chaotic romantic texts

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God Complex

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x f! surgeon! reader (no use of y/n)

You're a trauma surgeon resident, studying at a bar when you're approached by a woman who steals your focus.

Pt. 1

You meet Tasha while studying at the Hard Deck and she steals your focus.

Pt. 2

Tasha ends up back at your place | smut.

Pt. 3

Fluffy night in watching a horror movie.

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I need to write more dom! Bob 🥵

Dirty Talk | Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader | wc: 387

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! dirty talk (duh), dom! Bob, rank kink, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

You and Bob had been dancing around each other for months. Well. You had been dropping hints bigger than a nuclear bomb blast and Bob was willingly sitting next to you with his knee touching yours. One too many drinks later, you rested your head on his shoulder, talking only loud enough for Bob to hear.

“What do they call those glasses again?” You knew exactly what they were called, Hangman had made fun of them so many times since you had joined their little group most nights.

“They, um,” Bob started to shift before remembering you were leaning on him, stopping. “Birth control goggles because you can’t get laid wearing them.” 

“Hmm, really?” You kept your eyes straight ahead, fighting a smile. “Because I’d let you fuck me on the pool table wearing them.” Bob stiffened but didn’t say anything, so you kept going. “Honestly, Bobby, you and your glasses could do anything you want to me. Choke me, tie me up, anything.” 

“Fuck,” Bob groaned, his hand landing on your thigh. He turned to look at you with those baby blue eyes you loved so much. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

“Convincing you to fuck me senseless I hope.” The look in Bob’s eyes changed to something darker, burning straight into your soul. It took everything you had not to lean forward and kiss him right there. You wanted to feel his hands on you, you wanted to know what he was hiding under that uniform of his, you wanted to know what he sounded like when he came. 

“You’re doing a pretty good job at that, sweetheart.” Bob leaned forward, closing the distance between you until his nose was brushing yours. “You want me to take you home?” You nodded eagerly and Bob chuckled softly. “You want me to treat you like my little slut and fuck you until you’re begging for mercy?” Bob’s grip on your thigh tightened, the heat of his touch burning through your jeans. “Is that what you want, princess?” 

“Yes,” You shuddered, his hand inching up your thigh. Bob arched a brow, the shy man you loved to tease nowhere in sight.

“Yes what, princess?” You debated what to call him. Did he want to be called sir? Daddy maybe? Then it hit you.

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

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I'll be very disappointed if Santa doesn't leave me a Dagger under the tree too

Dry Humping | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 297

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! honestly, it's more like thigh riding but I tried, dirty talk, lmk if I missed anything

a/n: forgive my lateness 😅💗

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Bradley pulled you down on his lap, your knees on either side of his thigh. You had just gotten out of the shower, wearing nothing but one of his tee shirts while he was still fully dressed in his uniform after coming home from work.

“How’s my favorite girl doing today?” He asked, running his hands over your ass, still slightly damp after toweling off.

“I’m good,” You carded your fingers through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp. Bradley leaned into your touch, humming contently. “I’m glad you’re home.” You kissed his forehead, leaving a shiny spot from your chapstick that you wiped away with the thumb on your free hand. “How was your day, baby?” 

“I could use a little cheering up,” Bradley kissed you softly, just for a moment, his hands sliding to your hips. “I want to watch you cum for me, right here on my thigh.” Bradley didn’t wait for you to respond, using his grip on your hips to grind your bare pussy against the rough material of his uniform pants. 

You whined, digging your fingers into his shoulders as your ground your hips downwards. The friction sent waves of pleasure through you and Bradley kissed across your neck, sucking and biting a collection of hickeys that would remain for days. 

“Lee,” You moaned, tipping your head back, giving him better access. “Want you inside of me.” 

“Want to watch you fall apart for me first,” Bradley moved his hand up your body, rolling your nipple between his fingers. “Then I���ll give you what you want, sweetheart. You want me to fill you up? Stretch you out?” You moaned, his filthy words turning your brain into mush, “Cum for me and then I’ll cum inside this pretty little pussy of yours.” 

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Hey- sorry it’s been a fat minute. I just wanted to let you know that I’m taking a break from socials (the election really hit me hard and I just need some time to figure out which of my family members I’m no longer speaking with 🙃)

I promise I will return eventually, hopefully before the holidays 🤞🏻 and I’ve been favoring ao3 lately so I’ll probably keep up on there.

Have all of my smooches 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘 -🗡️

🗡️ babe,

I fully understand 💖💕🩷💗 so far it looks like I managed to block most of mine last time 🫠

I'll do better keeping my ao3 up to date knowing it's going to be your main source for awhile. If you're not back by Christmas I'm sending a search party here AND on ao3.

I guess I'll have to ration your smooches until you get back 💖

Here are some smooches to help you get through the next few weeks 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

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Facial | Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader | wc: 470

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! rough oral, light bondage, facial, aftercare, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Jake was gripping your hair painfully tight as he thrust into your mouth like a man possessed. Your jaw ached and there were tears pouring down your face but he had warned you this would happen and you had ignored him. All you had done was join the Dagger squad on teasing him but the second the name Bagman left your mouth he had pulled you into the side and told you to watch your mouth or you’d regret it. Not going to lie, you kind of regretted it. 

You were a horny mess, your panties soaked through, but you couldn’t do anything about it with your hands tied behind your back and he wasn’t concerned with your pleasure right now. This was punishment. 

“You just had to open that bratty mouth of yours, didn’t you?” Jake grunted, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. “I don’t even let you call me Hangman and you thought you could get away with calling me Bagman?” You whined around him, desperate to apologize and get your sweet, loving Jake back who would give you orgasm after orgasm. As desperate as you were, you didn’t drop the pen you were holding in your hands that acted as your hard stop. “What do you call me?”

Jake pulled out and you coughed, trying to breathe in enough air to respond and when you did, your voice was rough.

“Jake,” He hummed, brushing the hair out of your eyes. For a second you saw the love in his eyes,

“What else, darlin’?” 

“Baby,” Jake nodded, fisting his dripping cock. It was angry and red, the tip leaking with precum, your spit coating it.

“And the last one?” 

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” You whispered, body shaking with need and exhaustion. “I’m so, so sorry. I won’t do it again.” 

“No, you won’t,” Jake grunted, stroking himself faster. “Because next time I won’t be so nice.” If this was nice, you didn’t want to know what mean was. Jake liked your bratty side but you had never pushed his buttons this far before. “Tell me you love me.” 

“I love you,” Hot spurts of cum coated your face in ropes as you repeated those three words over and over again, hoping that they would buy you a little bit of forgiveness. Forgiveness and an orgasm. 

“I love you too, darlin’,” Jake helped you to your feet, untying your hands. “Are you okay?” 

“I need some water, baby,” He kissed you, not caring that his cum coated your lips.

“Let me clean you up and then I’ll get you some water.” Jake took you to the bathroom, gently wiping your face with a damp towel, covering your face and neck with kisses.

“I need snuggles,” You leaned your forehead against his chest. “Please, baby.”

“Whatever my good girl wants.”

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Bradley is such a sweet teddy bear of a man and I cannot be convinced otherwise 💗🩷💕💖

Aftercare | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 308

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! No actual smut

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Bradley gently cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, kissing the inside of your thighs. 

“Sleep pants, underwear, or boxers?” He asked, moving to the dresser. You rolled to your side, bringing a sheet over your body.

“Boxers, please, and a sweatshirt.” Your boyfriend dutifully grabbed what you asked and came back to your side of the bed. You raised your arms, letting him pull the oversized sweatshirt over your head and next came the boxers. Bradley liked dressing you after sex, he said it helped him feel more connected with you when you were finished and you were happy to comply. 

“Come on, honey, I’ll make you a snack and we can watch some Scooby Doo.” Bradley lifted you out of bed, carrying you like a princess to the living room where he tucked you into the couch, making sure you were snug in the blankets.

“Hey,” You caught his hand, “I love you.” Bradley’s whole face softened, he was incredibly handsome, tanned skin, sunkissed hair, a mustache that tickled you when you kissed, but moments like this was when you thought he was most attractive. He just looked so relaxed, a small smile on his lips, and nothing but love for you in his eyes. 

“I love you too, honey,” Bradley leaned down, giving you a sweet kiss. “Any snack requests?” You told him what you wanted and he kissed your forehead, scurrying off to the kitchen to grab snacks for the both of you. You queued up the classic Scooby Doo series. 

Bradley spent the rest of the night cuddled around you, lazily kissing your neck and shoulder, his hands resting on your stomach beneath your sweatshirt. It wasn’t like this every time you had sex, sometimes the two of you didn’t have enough time, but this was your favorite way to end a night.

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They are soooo falling in love 😍

Hate Fuck Pt. 2 | wc: 643

Continuation of Hate Fuck from Kinktober 2024. You and Jake get to the bottom of what's going on between the two of you.

Warnings!: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, enemies to lovers, lowkey idiots in low, not proof read lmk if I missed anything

Read Pt. 1 Here

Requested by @closetspngirl & @1111zxc

If you thought sleeping with Hangman once had messed with your head, sleeping with him almost every night had been like a full-frontal lobotomy. It had been a week since the first incident and now you were laying in his bunk, his arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed your neck. 

“What are we doing, Jake?” Jake? Since when did you use his first name? You turned in his arms, thinking looking him in the eyes would make it easier to remember that you hated him but instead it just made that stupid fluttery feeling in your stomach worse. 

Jake cupped the back of your head, bringing you in for a slow, lingering kiss that had you leaning into him, lips parting for him to deepen the kiss. You slipped your leg between his, just to be closer to him, and that’s when you knew you were fucked.

“Hangman-”

“Call me Jake, sweetheart, please,” His voice was soft and vulnerable, like he was waiting for you to laugh at him or make some kind of joke. 

“Jake,” You whispered, cupping his cheek. “What are we doing?” Jake kissed you again, shifting you onto your back, and you were all too happy to let him. Things with Hangman were complicated but everything with Jake was easy, he kissed his way down your neck, sucking just below where your undershirt would sit, hiding his mark from the prying eyes of your squadmates. 

“Guide me in, sweetheart,” Jake moaned as you wrapped your hand around his thick cock, giving him a few short strokes before guiding him to your entrance. “So fucking good for me, sweetheart. You feel so good squeezing around my cock.” He rocked in and out of you slowly, kissing your neck and breasts.

“What are we doing?” You whispered, the words like a mantra in your blissful state. Jake sucked a mark on your neck and you couldn’t bring yourself to care if your squadmates would be able to see it.

He didn’t answer you, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles. Your moans filled the small room, spurring Jake on. He moved slightly faster but it was still the slowest the two of you had ever gone. This wasn’t hate fucking or even just casual sex, this was making love and it scared you. Your orgasm built inside of you, coiling in your stomach with every thrust. 

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” Jake whispered, nudging your nose with his. “Tell me what you really want.” You said the only thing that came to your mind before you could think up a lie.

“You.” Jake pinched your clit, the increased pressure sending you over the edge, your back arching as the orgasm washed over you in waves. Jake was right behind you, spilling inside of you with a grunt, his face buried in your shoulder.

“What are we doing?” You asked again, running your fingers through his hair. Honestly, you weren’t sure what answer you wanted from him. On one hand, you were comfortable with hating Jake, you could convince yourself that this past week had been a case of temporary insanity. On the other hand, this past week had made you want to hold onto Jake and never let go, to let down all of your carefully built walls, and fall into bed with him every night. 

Jake’s eyes stared into your soul, like he was trying to read your mind and for once, you didn’t try to put on a mask to hide your feelings. He kissed you again, stealing your thoughts better than any Vegas magician ever could, 

“Ask me again, sweetheart.” You closed your eyes for a moment, gathering the courage to ask because this time you knew you were going to get an answer.

“What are we doing, Jake?”

“We’re falling in love.”

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Dirty Talk | Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader | wc: 387

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! dirty talk (duh), dom! Bob, rank kink, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

You and Bob had been dancing around each other for months. Well. You had been dropping hints bigger than a nuclear bomb blast and Bob was willingly sitting next to you with his knee touching yours. One too many drinks later, you rested your head on his shoulder, talking only loud enough for Bob to hear.

“What do they call those glasses again?” You knew exactly what they were called, Hangman had made fun of them so many times since you had joined their little group most nights.

“They, um,” Bob started to shift before remembering you were leaning on him, stopping. “Birth control goggles because you can’t get laid wearing them.” 

“Hmm, really?” You kept your eyes straight ahead, fighting a smile. “Because I’d let you fuck me on the pool table wearing them.” Bob stiffened but didn’t say anything, so you kept going. “Honestly, Bobby, you and your glasses could do anything you want to me. Choke me, tie me up, anything.” 

“Fuck,” Bob groaned, his hand landing on your thigh. He turned to look at you with those baby blue eyes you loved so much. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

“Convincing you to fuck me senseless I hope.” The look in Bob’s eyes changed to something darker, burning straight into your soul. It took everything you had not to lean forward and kiss him right there. You wanted to feel his hands on you, you wanted to know what he was hiding under that uniform of his, you wanted to know what he sounded like when he came. 

“You’re doing a pretty good job at that, sweetheart.” Bob leaned forward, closing the distance between you until his nose was brushing yours. “You want me to take you home?” You nodded eagerly and Bob chuckled softly. “You want me to treat you like my little slut and fuck you until you’re begging for mercy?” Bob’s grip on your thigh tightened, the heat of his touch burning through your jeans. “Is that what you want, princess?” 

“Yes,” You shuddered, his hand inching up your thigh. Bob arched a brow, the shy man you loved to tease nowhere in sight.

“Yes what, princess?” You debated what to call him. Did he want to be called sir? Daddy maybe? Then it hit you.

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

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I'm so glad you found it and love it (and them) just as much as I do!!! Daisy has been so fun to write!

I added you to the tag list so you won't miss a thing. This deployment is going to be hard on everyone (author included) but we'll get through it 💖💕🩷💗

Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 20

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Jake comes clean and Daisy has to talk to Penny

AO3 Link

Previous Chapter

I managed to make it until we were back at my apartment before I broke. Tasha was spending the night at Javy’s place, which meant it was just the two of us and after a  few hours of thinking up the worst possible scenarios for what Jake had to tell me, I was ready to cry, scream, or throw up. Or do all three at once, it was a toss up really.

“I’m going to sit down on the couch and you’re going to tell me what’s going on,” I said, putting my hands on Jake’s shoulder to stop him from kissing me when we walked in the door. “Because I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” Jake sighed, running a hand over his face.

“We’re not breaking up, let’s start with that,” Jake’s voice was tired but serious, his words striking out one of my fears. I nodded, running my hands up and down my pajama pants, trying to ease my anxiety with the familiar feeling of the fuzzy fabric. “Rooster and I might be deployed soon.” The news hit me like a blow to the gut, deployed? What happened over Thanksgiving had been a mission, just a few days apart and that had been hell.

“How long?” I heard myself ask, knees folding into my chest. Jake sat beside me, wrapping me in his arms, chin resting on top of my head.

“I don’t know, Wildflower.” 

“Where?” 

“I don’t know and I couldn’t tell you if I did, it would be classified,” Jake kissed my hair. “I don’t have any details, I don’t even know if it’s happening. It’s all just whispers behind closed doors and rumors at this point, which is why I didn’t want to say anything.” 

“I love you,” It’s all I could think to say. Jake’s thumb brushed over my cheeks and that’s when I realized I was crying, “I love you so much.”

“I know, baby, I love you too,” Jake held me tight. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure.”

“Tell me next time, okay?” 

“I promise, Wildflower. I’m sorry I worried you,” Jake kissed the top of my head, rubbing circles into my back. “I love you so much.” 

My first thought was to run, to get away but the second that crossed my mind, the idea of being without Jake hit me like a truck. I didn’t want to be without him, I couldn’t imagine not having Jake in my life. He had managed to intertwined every part of my life with his, from my writing to his family, we were bound together. Running away now would be running away forever. Right?

“Why don’t we call Penny in the morning?” Jake kissed my hair again, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Maybe we can call mama and pops too.”

“I’d like that,” I nuzzled into his neck, “How long are deployments usually?” Jake sighed, bringing me onto his lap.

“It depends, there’s short deployments of just a few months and then there’s deployments that can last over a year.” A year? My grip on Jake’s waist tightened, “It’s probably not going to be that long, baby but if it is, we’ll figure it out.” After a few minutes of silence that felt like hours, Jake whispered, “You’ll be waiting here when I get back?” 

“Always,” I answered without hesitation. I took Jake’s face in my hands, staring him down even though I still wanted to puke a little bit. Jake’s eyes were intense, his brow creased in worry. “I’m not going anywhere and no matter where you go, you’re coming back home to me. Deal?” 

“Deal.” Jake closed the distance between our lips, kissing me soft and sweet. There was no rushing, it was as if we had all the time in the world, and if we did have all that time, what was a few months apart? He pulled my legs fully around him and stood, never breaking the kiss as he carried me to the bedroom. 

When he laid me back on the bed and stripped me bare, Jake took his time. He covered my body in kisses, worshiping every inch like he was committing it to memory, and when we finished, he pulled me into his chest and held me tight all through the night. 

The next morning I called Penny, who evidently had been waiting to hear from me. I tried to ignore the fact that everyone around me probably already knew about the deployment, especially the fact that Tasha hadn’t said anything. Penny invited me over and Jake dropped me off,

“Call me when you’re ready,” He whispered, kissing my forehead. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, cowboy.” 

Penny greeted me with a hug and a mug of peppermint tea, she looked cozy in her navy pajama set and robe, pulling me into her living room.

“How are you holding up, kiddo?” Penny passed me a cream blanket that was soft.

“First thing I wanted to do was run,” Penny hummed, rubbing my knee. “Now I just feel a little numb.” 

“I thought having grown up with my father’s deployments would have made things easier the first time my ex-husband deployed but it didn’t.” She sipped her tea, staring ahead where a picture of her and Amelia hung on the wall. “I spent the first month crying in bed, almost got fired from my job. Then one of the other wives in his unit, an older woman named Vera, sat me down for a talk.” 

Penny looked the picture of calm as she spoke and I envied her for it. What I didn’t envy was how many years, deployments, and undoubted heartache that it took to cultivate that calm. 

“She first told me that I looked like crap,” I chuckled along with Penny. “Then she told me I was going to join her walking group. Most of the wives in the unit met up every morning and walked a mile around base. If we had news, we shared it, some women talked about how their kids were handling things, we organized what we were sending in care packages, and we traded recipes. Anything to keep ourselves sane.” 

“Are you asking me to join your walking group?” Penny pursed her lips at me, rolling her eyes. “What, you, me, and Ames could totally go for walks on the beach before school.” 

“Good luck dragging that girl out of bed early,” She pushed my knee, laughing. “But seriously, Daisy, one of the best things you can do while he’s gone is stay busy and stay connected with me and with him.”

“How am I supposed to talk to him if I don’t know where he is?” 

“You’ll most likely be able to call him but if you want to send him letters, you’ll give them to command and they’ll send the letters to him when they can.” When they can. That wasn’t very reassuring.

“What else do I need to know?” 

X

I spent the day getting my affairs in order, scheduling a stop on my mail, making sure all my bills were on auto pay, and updating my will and life insurance policies. By the time it was lunch, my head was pounding from all of the tedious details. 

When lunch time came and went without a word from Daisy or Penny, I stopped by the store and picked up a few things for Daisy’s apartment. Bath bombs, new pajamas, a few nice notebooks that she’d probably never write in for fear of “ruining” them. I chuckled to myself, I really did love her and all of her little quirks. If it wasn’t for Daisy’s one-year rule I’d pick her up from Penny’s and take her straight to the court house if she’d let me. 

Deployments had never bothered me before, in fact, I loved them. They meant that I could fly on missions, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I kept an eye out for enemy bogeys. Now the thought of being away from home for even a few days made my heart hurt. I wanted to go to work in the morning, fly formations with the team, and come home to Daisy at the end of the day. I wanted to fall into bed beside her and tease her when she spent twenty minutes rearranging the blankets so she wouldn’t be hot. 

The deployment hadn’t even started yet and I already wanted it to be over. I said a quick prayer, praying that this deployment would be a short one.

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Dirty Talk | Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader | wc: 387

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! dirty talk (duh), dom! Bob, rank kink, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

You and Bob had been dancing around each other for months. Well. You had been dropping hints bigger than a nuclear bomb blast and Bob was willingly sitting next to you with his knee touching yours. One too many drinks later, you rested your head on his shoulder, talking only loud enough for Bob to hear.

“What do they call those glasses again?” You knew exactly what they were called, Hangman had made fun of them so many times since you had joined their little group most nights.

“They, um,” Bob started to shift before remembering you were leaning on him, stopping. “Birth control goggles because you can’t get laid wearing them.” 

“Hmm, really?” You kept your eyes straight ahead, fighting a smile. “Because I’d let you fuck me on the pool table wearing them.” Bob stiffened but didn’t say anything, so you kept going. “Honestly, Bobby, you and your glasses could do anything you want to me. Choke me, tie me up, anything.” 

“Fuck,” Bob groaned, his hand landing on your thigh. He turned to look at you with those baby blue eyes you loved so much. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

“Convincing you to fuck me senseless I hope.” The look in Bob’s eyes changed to something darker, burning straight into your soul. It took everything you had not to lean forward and kiss him right there. You wanted to feel his hands on you, you wanted to know what he was hiding under that uniform of his, you wanted to know what he sounded like when he came. 

“You’re doing a pretty good job at that, sweetheart.” Bob leaned forward, closing the distance between you until his nose was brushing yours. “You want me to take you home?” You nodded eagerly and Bob chuckled softly. “You want me to treat you like my little slut and fuck you until you’re begging for mercy?” Bob’s grip on your thigh tightened, the heat of his touch burning through your jeans. “Is that what you want, princess?” 

“Yes,” You shuddered, his hand inching up your thigh. Bob arched a brow, the shy man you loved to tease nowhere in sight.

“Yes what, princess?” You debated what to call him. Did he want to be called sir? Daddy maybe? Then it hit you.

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

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I make absolutely zero promises and will give away zero spoilers 🤐🤐🤐 my lips are sealed.

But getting his affairs in order was a little detail that was very hard for me to add because its entirely too accurate. The first time my brother called telling me he was making me the beneficiary to his life insurance if he died while deployed??? I was a mess. Now every time he jumps out of a perfectly good airplane we joke that he needs to have a good landing because I don't need my student loans paid off that bad

Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 20

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Jake comes clean and Daisy has to talk to Penny

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I managed to make it until we were back at my apartment before I broke. Tasha was spending the night at Javy’s place, which meant it was just the two of us and after a  few hours of thinking up the worst possible scenarios for what Jake had to tell me, I was ready to cry, scream, or throw up. Or do all three at once, it was a toss up really.

“I’m going to sit down on the couch and you’re going to tell me what’s going on,” I said, putting my hands on Jake’s shoulder to stop him from kissing me when we walked in the door. “Because I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” Jake sighed, running a hand over his face.

“We’re not breaking up, let’s start with that,” Jake’s voice was tired but serious, his words striking out one of my fears. I nodded, running my hands up and down my pajama pants, trying to ease my anxiety with the familiar feeling of the fuzzy fabric. “Rooster and I might be deployed soon.” The news hit me like a blow to the gut, deployed? What happened over Thanksgiving had been a mission, just a few days apart and that had been hell.

“How long?” I heard myself ask, knees folding into my chest. Jake sat beside me, wrapping me in his arms, chin resting on top of my head.

“I don’t know, Wildflower.” 

“Where?” 

“I don’t know and I couldn’t tell you if I did, it would be classified,” Jake kissed my hair. “I don’t have any details, I don’t even know if it’s happening. It’s all just whispers behind closed doors and rumors at this point, which is why I didn’t want to say anything.” 

“I love you,” It’s all I could think to say. Jake’s thumb brushed over my cheeks and that’s when I realized I was crying, “I love you so much.”

“I know, baby, I love you too,” Jake held me tight. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure.”

“Tell me next time, okay?” 

“I promise, Wildflower. I’m sorry I worried you,” Jake kissed the top of my head, rubbing circles into my back. “I love you so much.” 

My first thought was to run, to get away but the second that crossed my mind, the idea of being without Jake hit me like a truck. I didn’t want to be without him, I couldn’t imagine not having Jake in my life. He had managed to intertwined every part of my life with his, from my writing to his family, we were bound together. Running away now would be running away forever. Right?

“Why don’t we call Penny in the morning?” Jake kissed my hair again, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Maybe we can call mama and pops too.”

“I’d like that,” I nuzzled into his neck, “How long are deployments usually?” Jake sighed, bringing me onto his lap.

“It depends, there’s short deployments of just a few months and then there’s deployments that can last over a year.” A year? My grip on Jake’s waist tightened, “It’s probably not going to be that long, baby but if it is, we’ll figure it out.” After a few minutes of silence that felt like hours, Jake whispered, “You’ll be waiting here when I get back?” 

“Always,” I answered without hesitation. I took Jake’s face in my hands, staring him down even though I still wanted to puke a little bit. Jake’s eyes were intense, his brow creased in worry. “I’m not going anywhere and no matter where you go, you’re coming back home to me. Deal?” 

“Deal.” Jake closed the distance between our lips, kissing me soft and sweet. There was no rushing, it was as if we had all the time in the world, and if we did have all that time, what was a few months apart? He pulled my legs fully around him and stood, never breaking the kiss as he carried me to the bedroom. 

When he laid me back on the bed and stripped me bare, Jake took his time. He covered my body in kisses, worshiping every inch like he was committing it to memory, and when we finished, he pulled me into his chest and held me tight all through the night. 

The next morning I called Penny, who evidently had been waiting to hear from me. I tried to ignore the fact that everyone around me probably already knew about the deployment, especially the fact that Tasha hadn’t said anything. Penny invited me over and Jake dropped me off,

“Call me when you’re ready,” He whispered, kissing my forehead. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, cowboy.” 

Penny greeted me with a hug and a mug of peppermint tea, she looked cozy in her navy pajama set and robe, pulling me into her living room.

“How are you holding up, kiddo?” Penny passed me a cream blanket that was soft.

“First thing I wanted to do was run,” Penny hummed, rubbing my knee. “Now I just feel a little numb.” 

“I thought having grown up with my father’s deployments would have made things easier the first time my ex-husband deployed but it didn’t.” She sipped her tea, staring ahead where a picture of her and Amelia hung on the wall. “I spent the first month crying in bed, almost got fired from my job. Then one of the other wives in his unit, an older woman named Vera, sat me down for a talk.” 

Penny looked the picture of calm as she spoke and I envied her for it. What I didn’t envy was how many years, deployments, and undoubted heartache that it took to cultivate that calm. 

“She first told me that I looked like crap,” I chuckled along with Penny. “Then she told me I was going to join her walking group. Most of the wives in the unit met up every morning and walked a mile around base. If we had news, we shared it, some women talked about how their kids were handling things, we organized what we were sending in care packages, and we traded recipes. Anything to keep ourselves sane.” 

“Are you asking me to join your walking group?” Penny pursed her lips at me, rolling her eyes. “What, you, me, and Ames could totally go for walks on the beach before school.” 

“Good luck dragging that girl out of bed early,” She pushed my knee, laughing. “But seriously, Daisy, one of the best things you can do while he’s gone is stay busy and stay connected with me and with him.”

“How am I supposed to talk to him if I don’t know where he is?” 

“You’ll most likely be able to call him but if you want to send him letters, you’ll give them to command and they’ll send the letters to him when they can.” When they can. That wasn’t very reassuring.

“What else do I need to know?” 

X

I spent the day getting my affairs in order, scheduling a stop on my mail, making sure all my bills were on auto pay, and updating my will and life insurance policies. By the time it was lunch, my head was pounding from all of the tedious details. 

When lunch time came and went without a word from Daisy or Penny, I stopped by the store and picked up a few things for Daisy’s apartment. Bath bombs, new pajamas, a few nice notebooks that she’d probably never write in for fear of “ruining” them. I chuckled to myself, I really did love her and all of her little quirks. If it wasn’t for Daisy’s one-year rule I’d pick her up from Penny’s and take her straight to the court house if she’d let me. 

Deployments had never bothered me before, in fact, I loved them. They meant that I could fly on missions, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I kept an eye out for enemy bogeys. Now the thought of being away from home for even a few days made my heart hurt. I wanted to go to work in the morning, fly formations with the team, and come home to Daisy at the end of the day. I wanted to fall into bed beside her and tease her when she spent twenty minutes rearranging the blankets so she wouldn’t be hot. 

The deployment hadn’t even started yet and I already wanted it to be over. I said a quick prayer, praying that this deployment would be a short one.

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Case and point that you shouldn't leave my writing unattended 👀👀👀 and I did warn that you were going to yell at me 💖 but at least the next chapter is already posted? 😅😅😅 just remember that you love me

Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 19

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Jake's hiding something and everyone thinks it's a bad idea

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Jake had been acting a little bit weird but I figured it was just the thought of spending Christmas without his family, especially since Pop’s surgery was being delayed. I did my best to be silently supportive, spending all the time I could with him. Jason, my agent, had called and said my latest book had been greenlit and the publishing house was looking to have me do a book tour for the release in a year. Jake was excited for me but not excited about the fact I’d be gone for at least two months. But Jason hadn’t just called to give me the good news, no, he had called to see if I had started writing the sequel yet. 

“Cassandra’s getting a love interest?” Jake stage whispered in my ear, I was between his legs on the bed, my back to his chest while I wrote.

“How do you figure?” I leaned back against his chest, relaxing into him. Jake kissed my neck,

“Detective Monroe, he obviously has a thing for Cass,” He pointed at the screen. “He brings her coffee, checks on her after the killer got away, he obviously cares about her.” Huh. He had a point. Detective Monroe was Cassandra’s partner, he had her back and was probably the one person in her life that Cassandra could call a friend. 

“And what makes you think he’s more than just a friend?” I prompted him, wondering what he could see that I couldn’t.

“The way he looks at her and knows what she’s thinking, he pays more attention to her than he should.” It was kind of hot hearing Jake get so riled up about my writing. He had been reading it over my shoulder for the past week, offering his observations and comments, and telling me when I needed to close the laptop and go to bed because I had typed “and” three times in a row while dozing off. “Baby, he’s in love with her.” 

“Isn’t that for me to decide?” I giggled, closing the laptop. Jake huffed,

“Don’t you always say that the characters do what they want?” Again, he had a point. “Whether you like it or not, I think Monroe’s got a crush on his partner.” 

“We’ll see what happens,” I put the laptop on the nightstand, turning so that I was face first in his chest. “How much time do we have until we have to be at Mav’s?” Mav was hosting a team get together at his and Penny’s house and the daggers had insisted that you were included on the guest list, Fanboy had threatened to give you your own embarrassing callsign if you didn’t show up. 

“About an hour, we have a little time, what do you want to do?” He kissed my neck again, massaging my hips with his hands. I hummed, thinking about it. We could do a lot in an hour but we also had to spend time with the whole team for the rest of the evening. I could already feel the exhaustion setting in, I loved the daggers, I did, but that didn’t mean they were exempt from draining my social battery.

“I want…” I reached around blindly for the blanket. Jake chuckled, pulling the blanket over my shoulders, “I want to cuddle until it’s time to get ready and when we do have to get dressed, I want you to tell me it’s okay to wear sleep pants to the party.” 

“I think I can do that, Wildflower,” Jake wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face in his neck. It briefly crossed my mind that I might be a little bit heavy on his chest but that thought quickly faded away as Jake began to hum a song, lulling me to sleep. 

“Matching pajamas, really?” Rooster rolled his eyes, bringing me in for a hug. 

“I think my girl’s onto something, they’re way comfier than jeans,” Jake announced to the room, pulling you out of Rooster’s arms and into his side, arm draped over your shoulder. 

“Dee!” Amelia came around the corner, stealing me away from Jake, her arm looped through mine. “I need advice,” She whispered, “From someone who’s not my mom.” 

“Is this a boy thing?” I whispered back and she nodded, pulling me into the hallway, away from everyone. “I’m not sure I’m the best at relationship advice but I’ll do my best.” Amelia rolled her eyes,

“There’s this guy named Charlie in my math class and he’s super cute.” 

“Like, really cute?” Amelia’s whole face lit up and it warmed my heart. I could see my nieces growing up to be just like her someday, calling me to tell me about their crushes, making me swear up and down not to tell their dad.

“Winter formal is coming up and there’s a tradition that girls ask the guys out,” She was so nervous it was adorable. “I mean, we’re kind of friends, we text but it’s mostly about homework and I don’t know if it’s weird if I ask him to the dance or not.” 

“You said mostly about homework, what else do you talk about?” Her cheeks went pink and she started playing with her hair.

“I mean, we both watch the same show so sometimes we text each other when the new episode airs and talk about what happened.” They were too cute, oh my goodness.

“Then I think it’s a good idea, maybe you can make him a sign or a note with an inside joke or reference to the show?” Amelia perked up,

“That’s perfect! I’m going to go work on that, thanks, Dee!” Amelia gave me a tight hug before running off towards the stairs, giggling the whole way up. I chuckled, making my way to the kitchen to get a drink when I heard Jake and Rooster whispering.

“Have you told her yet?” Rooster asked and I stopped just beyond the doorway, heart thudding in my chest.

“Not yet,” There was a smack, probably Rooster hitting Jake in the chest. “I don’t want to say anything until we know for sure. She’ll cry, hell, I’ll probably cry, and no one wants that.” 

“You’ve got to tell her, the more time she has to prepare, the better. Daisy is an overthinker, you’ll need time to talk her off the ledge.” This was the moment in a movie where everyone is yelling at the screen, telling the main character to stick around and hear the rest of the conversation, and for the first time I understood why they never did. I quietly backed away from the doorway and down the hall, heart feeling like it was going to beat right out of my chest. 

What did Jake have to tell me? And why did Rooster think he was going to have to talk me off a ledge once I found out?

“There you are,” Penny peaked down the hall, smiling. “Amelia find you okay?” 

“Yeah,” I answered softly, clearing my throat, my voice evening out when I responded the second time. “Yeah, I was just about to rejoin the party.” 

“Perfect, let’s get you a drink then.” 

X

Daisy was a little tense, her smile not quite reaching her eyes throughout the night. When I pulled her aside she assured me that we’d talk about it later and to enjoy the party but it was hard to do so when she was sitting on Phoenix’s lap, her head on her shoulder, instead of tucked into my side. 

Maverick pulled me aside when I went to grab a fresh beer, a santa hat on his head.

“I’m guessing you haven’t talked to Daisy yet?” I groaned, first Bradshaw and now Mav.

“How do you know?” 

“Because Penny hasn’t gotten any panicked texts yet and she’s been waiting for them for two days.” I ran a hand over my face, leaning against the counter. Two days. I had been wrestling with the whispers around base and what to tell Daisy. The guys were right, I needed to tell her, but I also didn’t want to burst the happy bubble we had been in since getting back from Texas. 

“Is it so wrong of me not to say anything until we’re certain?” 

“It’s not a bad idea but when she finds out you’ve been holding onto this for a few days, how do you think that’s going to go?” 

“You’ve got a good point, Mav.” He patted my shoulder, passing me to get a new beer,

“Tell her soon, Hangman, that’s an order.”

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Comfort Drabbles Masterlist | Top Gun Maverick & Twisters

A collection of drabbles centered around getting comforted by your favorite TGM & Twisters characters. If you have a request - just ask!

Characters I'm planning/willing to write for this masterlist: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Tyler Owens

I've Got You | Drabble

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

Jake holds you until you fall asleep after a rough day.

Warnings! None, pure fluff, no use of y/n

Teddy Bear | Drabble

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x mechanic! reader

Bradley notices that your smile fades the longer you're around people and decides to take matter into his own hands...or arms...

Warnings! None, pure fluff, no use of y/n

Read To Me? | Drabble

Robert "Bob" Floyd x wife! reader

You want to enjoy a night in bed with your husband but he has to study for a test.

Warnings: None! It's just pure fluff

Requested by Anonymous, view original ask here

Burnt Out | Drabble

Bob comes over to find you utterly exhausted from work and takes care of you.

Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader

Warnings! None! Pure fluff.

Requested by: 🗡️

Read the request here

Time of the Month | Drabble

Bob helps take care of you during your time of the month.

Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader

Warnings! None! Pure fluff.

Requested by: @closetspngirl

Read the request here

Cold Mornings | Drabble

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader

Your bedroom is a little cold in the morning and you don't want to get out of bed buuuuuut Bradley insists...

Warnings: None! It's just pure fluff

Gummy Bears | Drabble

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

You and Jake are on a road trip to visit his sister and you have the most important job, passenger princess.

Warnings! A little suggestive, allusions to smut but no smut, fluffy and domestic

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Mattress Shopping Pt. 2 | Drabble wc: 670

Javy "Coyote" Machado x reader (no use of y/n)

You've been living with Javy for a month now (enjoying his brand new mattress) but when your mamas come to town, you have to pretend there's two beds in the apartment.

Warnings!: Smut, unprotected p in v, they're idiots but they're in love

“We don’t have time for this, Jav,” Your giggle turned into a moan as he sucked on one of your nipples, rolling the other between his fingers just how you liked it. “Javy, our mamas-”

“We’ve got time,” He kissed up your neck, careful not to leave any marks. The pretty sundress you had put on while your mamas visited for dinner discarded on the floor next to his uniform. When he had come home from work you had already taken care of setting the whole apartment and dinner up, there was a roast in the oven and mashed potatoes in the Instapot warming. You had been putting the finishing touches on your makeup when he had pulled you in for a kiss and you had quickly ended up naked in bed beneath him. 

“We so don’t,” You replied but you didn’t stop him as he found his place between your thighs. Javy loved the way you looked spread out beneath him, on the bed you made him buy, on the sheets you had picked, in the apartment you had decorated. He loved the way you had blown back into his life a month ago and had taken over.

“You let me worry about the time, you just lay there and focus on cumming around my cock.” You moaned, arching your back as he pushed into you. It was heaven feeling you stretch around him, knowing that you were finally his. After years of wanting and wishing, the two of you were finally together. 

“More, baby,” You whined, digging your fingers into his back, urging him on. “You feel so good.” Javy groaned, feeling your walls flutter around him. 

“Play with yourself, sweetheart,” Javy increased his pace, your moans and whimpers of pleasure spurring him on. You felt so good he had to start running through his pre-flight checklist in his head to keep from cumming too early. Your phone started ringing, spooking both of you. Javy looked over, blanching when he saw mama on the screen. “Your mama’s calling.” 

“Shit, do you think they’re here?” Javy didn’t stop thrusting into you, not willing to stop until he heard knocking at the door and even then, he wasn’t sure he could. Not when you felt this good.

“Answer it and find out,” You grabbed the phone and answered it.

“Mama, hi,” Your voice was thin and trembling. Javy slowed but didn’t stop, focusing on hitting you deeper, lifting your hips for a better angle. “You can’t find the street?” You clamped a hand over your mouth, smothering a moan, glaring at him. “Oh, you passed it. Just um,” You flipped Javy off when he ran his thumb over your clit. “Just go around the block and look for Subway and turn right, that’ll be the street.” 

Javy hoped you hanged up before you moaned or else both of your mamas would have had a heart attack. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” A few seconds later you fell apart, milking his own orgasm from him. Javy swore he’d never get tired of this, of you, of the two of you together. “I lo-” He stopped, those three words were not something he should say for the first time while he was buried inside of you.

You chuckled, bringing him down into a kiss.

“I know, me too,”  How did he get so lucky with you? The girl who had been beside him his whole life loved him back. “Now get off of me and get dressed.” 

Dinner was going well. Your mamas were under the impression that the two of you were temporary roommates while you searched for an apartment of your own. Everything was going great until Javy decided to help you clean the dishes, leaving your mamas unattended. 

“Why is there only one bed in this apartment?” Javy’s mama shouted and the two of you turned to face each other, eyes wide.

“Shit.” 

What the two of you didn’t see were your mamas exchanging money, Javy’s mama won the bet.

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Keeping Daisy sane is going to be a team sport 💗🩷💕💖 everyone is going to be showing our girl some love

Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 20

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Jake comes clean and Daisy has to talk to Penny

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Previous Chapter

I managed to make it until we were back at my apartment before I broke. Tasha was spending the night at Javy’s place, which meant it was just the two of us and after a  few hours of thinking up the worst possible scenarios for what Jake had to tell me, I was ready to cry, scream, or throw up. Or do all three at once, it was a toss up really.

“I’m going to sit down on the couch and you’re going to tell me what’s going on,” I said, putting my hands on Jake’s shoulder to stop him from kissing me when we walked in the door. “Because I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” Jake sighed, running a hand over his face.

“We’re not breaking up, let’s start with that,” Jake’s voice was tired but serious, his words striking out one of my fears. I nodded, running my hands up and down my pajama pants, trying to ease my anxiety with the familiar feeling of the fuzzy fabric. “Rooster and I might be deployed soon.” The news hit me like a blow to the gut, deployed? What happened over Thanksgiving had been a mission, just a few days apart and that had been hell.

“How long?” I heard myself ask, knees folding into my chest. Jake sat beside me, wrapping me in his arms, chin resting on top of my head.

“I don’t know, Wildflower.” 

“Where?” 

“I don’t know and I couldn’t tell you if I did, it would be classified,” Jake kissed my hair. “I don’t have any details, I don’t even know if it’s happening. It’s all just whispers behind closed doors and rumors at this point, which is why I didn’t want to say anything.” 

“I love you,” It’s all I could think to say. Jake’s thumb brushed over my cheeks and that’s when I realized I was crying, “I love you so much.”

“I know, baby, I love you too,” Jake held me tight. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure.”

“Tell me next time, okay?” 

“I promise, Wildflower. I’m sorry I worried you,” Jake kissed the top of my head, rubbing circles into my back. “I love you so much.” 

My first thought was to run, to get away but the second that crossed my mind, the idea of being without Jake hit me like a truck. I didn’t want to be without him, I couldn’t imagine not having Jake in my life. He had managed to intertwined every part of my life with his, from my writing to his family, we were bound together. Running away now would be running away forever. Right?

“Why don’t we call Penny in the morning?” Jake kissed my hair again, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Maybe we can call mama and pops too.”

“I’d like that,” I nuzzled into his neck, “How long are deployments usually?” Jake sighed, bringing me onto his lap.

“It depends, there’s short deployments of just a few months and then there’s deployments that can last over a year.” A year? My grip on Jake’s waist tightened, “It’s probably not going to be that long, baby but if it is, we’ll figure it out.” After a few minutes of silence that felt like hours, Jake whispered, “You’ll be waiting here when I get back?” 

“Always,” I answered without hesitation. I took Jake’s face in my hands, staring him down even though I still wanted to puke a little bit. Jake’s eyes were intense, his brow creased in worry. “I’m not going anywhere and no matter where you go, you’re coming back home to me. Deal?” 

“Deal.” Jake closed the distance between our lips, kissing me soft and sweet. There was no rushing, it was as if we had all the time in the world, and if we did have all that time, what was a few months apart? He pulled my legs fully around him and stood, never breaking the kiss as he carried me to the bedroom. 

When he laid me back on the bed and stripped me bare, Jake took his time. He covered my body in kisses, worshiping every inch like he was committing it to memory, and when we finished, he pulled me into his chest and held me tight all through the night. 

The next morning I called Penny, who evidently had been waiting to hear from me. I tried to ignore the fact that everyone around me probably already knew about the deployment, especially the fact that Tasha hadn’t said anything. Penny invited me over and Jake dropped me off,

“Call me when you’re ready,” He whispered, kissing my forehead. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, cowboy.” 

Penny greeted me with a hug and a mug of peppermint tea, she looked cozy in her navy pajama set and robe, pulling me into her living room.

“How are you holding up, kiddo?” Penny passed me a cream blanket that was soft.

“First thing I wanted to do was run,” Penny hummed, rubbing my knee. “Now I just feel a little numb.” 

“I thought having grown up with my father’s deployments would have made things easier the first time my ex-husband deployed but it didn’t.” She sipped her tea, staring ahead where a picture of her and Amelia hung on the wall. “I spent the first month crying in bed, almost got fired from my job. Then one of the other wives in his unit, an older woman named Vera, sat me down for a talk.” 

Penny looked the picture of calm as she spoke and I envied her for it. What I didn’t envy was how many years, deployments, and undoubted heartache that it took to cultivate that calm. 

“She first told me that I looked like crap,” I chuckled along with Penny. “Then she told me I was going to join her walking group. Most of the wives in the unit met up every morning and walked a mile around base. If we had news, we shared it, some women talked about how their kids were handling things, we organized what we were sending in care packages, and we traded recipes. Anything to keep ourselves sane.” 

“Are you asking me to join your walking group?” Penny pursed her lips at me, rolling her eyes. “What, you, me, and Ames could totally go for walks on the beach before school.” 

“Good luck dragging that girl out of bed early,” She pushed my knee, laughing. “But seriously, Daisy, one of the best things you can do while he’s gone is stay busy and stay connected with me and with him.”

“How am I supposed to talk to him if I don’t know where he is?” 

“You’ll most likely be able to call him but if you want to send him letters, you’ll give them to command and they’ll send the letters to him when they can.” When they can. That wasn’t very reassuring.

“What else do I need to know?” 

X

I spent the day getting my affairs in order, scheduling a stop on my mail, making sure all my bills were on auto pay, and updating my will and life insurance policies. By the time it was lunch, my head was pounding from all of the tedious details. 

When lunch time came and went without a word from Daisy or Penny, I stopped by the store and picked up a few things for Daisy’s apartment. Bath bombs, new pajamas, a few nice notebooks that she’d probably never write in for fear of “ruining” them. I chuckled to myself, I really did love her and all of her little quirks. If it wasn’t for Daisy’s one-year rule I’d pick her up from Penny’s and take her straight to the court house if she’d let me. 

Deployments had never bothered me before, in fact, I loved them. They meant that I could fly on missions, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I kept an eye out for enemy bogeys. Now the thought of being away from home for even a few days made my heart hurt. I wanted to go to work in the morning, fly formations with the team, and come home to Daisy at the end of the day. I wanted to fall into bed beside her and tease her when she spent twenty minutes rearranging the blankets so she wouldn’t be hot. 

The deployment hadn’t even started yet and I already wanted it to be over. I said a quick prayer, praying that this deployment would be a short one.

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