writtingrose

[writtingrose]

I crave romance

[writtingrose]

I’m so obsessed with this.

Lieutenant Steal-Your-Girl, Part II

(Bob Floyd x F!Reader; Jake Seresin x F!Reader)

CW:  Light angst (relationship woes); open relationships; smut (oral, F!receiving; PiV, unprotected); 18+ only.

Word Count:  4180

AN:  This is part of a larger mini-series, found here, and it was requested by several anonymous folk!

AN2: This has not been edited in any way, shape, or form!

Jake has always prided himself on making the right move every time.  As a varsity athlete in high school, whether on the football field or basketball court, for example: he always saw the field of play, the players on it.  He could always calculate possible outcomes and always made the right choice.

Same for his military career.  He didn’t make it to Top Gun as a fluke.  He’s the best because he can sense the environment, can feel the strength and speed of the plane under his control.  He can crawl into the psyche of his fellow pilots and best them in simulations because he’s sharp and observant.

He always makes the right move.

Until he doesn’t.

Opening up his relationship with you felt like the right move months ago.  Jake loves you, truly.  He knows he can search for a thousand years and never find a woman as loyal as you.  He’ll never find someone so willing to put up with the chaos of his life in active service.  Even if he didn’t know it, the other guys would remind him of it:  that you’re a rare specimen, that he should have wifed you up years ago.

The thing is—you and Jake have been together for so long.  Since you were kids.  Since ideas like love and forever were abstract things.  Since your future together seemed both a small thing and a thing that would stretch out for an eternity.  It was one thing to date you as a teenager, to make lofty promises to you when the biggest decision Jake had to make was which party to attend after the Friday night football game.

It was an entirely different thing now.  To go from his small Texas hometown to the world and all its variety and promise.  To turn to the hard, often boring work of living together:  Jake getting his marching orders, you trailing behind faithfully.

Opening the relationship was for both of you.  It’s how Jake justified it to you, how if you both loosened the reins a bit, then when you eventually married, there’d be no lingering doubt.  There’d be no question of missing out. 

It worked for all those months.  Jake got to have his cake and eat it too.  He got to explore, got to experience different women…but always came home to you.  It was like a pressure valve, just him letting off steam, relieving the pressure that built up from a high-stress position as a pilot.

He encouraged you to do the same.  To explore.  To have fun.  There was a part of him that was turned on by the thought of you with another man, though if Jake were entirely honest with himself, the entire open relationship was mostly for him.

If you sat at the Hard Deck with a dour expression on your face, was that his fault?  If you refused to take advantage of the free pass he gave you, was that his problem?

Until you seemingly took advantage of that free pass. 

Until you don’t come home one night.  Until you breeze in late one morning with a soft smile of your face that Jake hasn’t seen for years.  Until you murmur a greeting at him, distracted, then slip into the bathroom for a long shower.

Jake always makes the right move, but as you seemingly wash away some other man under a steaming shower, he realizes that he’s made the absolute worst move.

-----

Who was it?

It’s the question that gnaws at his gut, that makes his jaw ripple with tension as he grinds his teeth together.

The most obvious answer is someone from your job.  Jake is away for long stretches, and you have a traditional 9-to-5 job in tech.  Your office is tilted heavily in favor of the men; there’s a lot of young guys in your orbit every workday.  Some asshole in khakis and a polo shirt, some asshole with a sensible Honda CRV with golf clubs stowed in the back.  Some asshole who perhaps goes out to lunch with you, the two of you sharing tacos in the San Diego sunshine, of sending flirty messages through Slack or whatever…

Another possibility?  A fellow flyboy, or at least a military asshole.  San Diego teems with young, fit men in uniforms, and many of them are looking for a loyal girl to lock down. 

Which puts Jake in mind of his fellow Daggers.  You accompany him to the Hard Deck nearly every night he goes.  You usually sit outside, listening to the surf…but you spend enough time with the rest of his squad.

Is it Coyote, with his killer smile and dimples?

It is Payback with his laid-back charm and easy way of talking?

Could it be Javi and the way he leans in, like he’s unable to resist a woman when he’s chatting her up?

Maybe it’s Bob.  Jake had made a joke of it often enough, just for the benefit of tweaking the little nerd and making him go atomic red.  Jake loved winding the back-seater up, and every time he asked Bob if he wanted to fuck you, he turned into a stuttering, blushing mess before freaking out and declining.

Rooster and his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirts and ability to draw all eyes on him when he plays the piano?  You took piano lessons in high school, and more than once, you’ve perched beside Rooster and added little musical flourishes as he pounded out another Jerry Lee Lewis standard.  Jake searches his memory.  Didn’t you give Rooster a shy little smile after each performance?  Didn’t Rooster throw an arm around your shoulders and pull you against his side after a duet that ended in raucous applause?

And didn’t Rooster pull Jake aside just weeks ago to give him a stern talking-to about how miserable you seem?

Jake sits in the canteen and picks at his lunch, and he lets his glare settle on the man sitting two tables over.  Was Maverick’s pet pilot the man who put that dreamy little smile on your face two days earlier?

*****

Bob hasn’t been able to focus all day.  Thank god it’s just been classroom work about the physics of flying and not actual flying.

He picks at his lunch and lets the talk in the canteen fade into the background.  He can’t stop thinking about you.  About his date with you.  About the night he spent with you, and then the morning.  About driving you home—the home you share with Jake—and how you turned to him, shy, and brushed a kiss against his blushing cheek before you slid out of his truck and ran inside.

How can he be so happy and so miserable at the same time?  To have had that amazing moment with you, and to realize that you can’t be his.  Bob glances over at the man himself and sees Jake glaring at Rooster—that old, tired rivalry—and Bob feels jealousy lance through him sharper than a knife.

His mind rapid fires through the date like a slideshow, the images cycling in his mind’s eye as he lifts his fork, chews his food without tasting it.  He replays every moment.  He replays every word you spoke, parsing through them for some hidden clue.

Bob finds it when he’s eating a buttered roll.  He remembers what it felt like to make love to you, and he remembers that he wore no condom, and he remembers your words.

I’m clean, Bobby.  I had a test just last month and was clean, so if you don’t want to wear a condom...

He freezes with the piece of bread lifted halfway to his mouth.  His mouth gapes open, and he seizes up and doesn’t move as he considers the implications.  What you said, and what you really said.

You are in a relationship with Jake, and Jake sees women outside of your relationship.  You had an STD test a month ago and felt comfortable enough to tell Bob you were clean.

Ergo, you and Jake have not been intimate in at least a month, which means that perhaps your relationship to the cocky Bagman is not as solid as Jake sells it to the Daggers.

-----

How can Bob be so miserable and so happy at the same time?

It helps when the happiness tips the scales, because that date wasn’t a one-time thing at all.  That evening, after Bob had his realization in the canteen, he gets a text from you.

Thank you again for planning such a lovely date. I had the best time, you write.

The smile breaks across his face like the sunrise, and he’s grinning so hard that he doesn’t have a chance to respond before you send a second text.

If you ever would want to hang out again, I’d love that.

That makes him scoff.  The soft wording of it, if he ever would want to.  As if you haven’t been occupying his thoughts for every waking moment since that date.  As if he hasn’t been praying and hoping for just this invitation from you, this toehold for more.

I absolutely would love to hang out with you again, he replies.

You:  When?

Bob:  Anytime. Sooner the better.

You:  Give me a date and time.

Bob:  Right now?

It’s a joke, but not really.  It’s a joke, but he wants you with him now, wants to soothe the jittery anxiety that comes from having you for a night and then not having you.  It’s a joke, but not really, because you respond with three words that make his pulse race and his mouth go dry.

On my way.

It’s a joke, but not really, because half an hour later there’s a knock at his door, and when he opens it, you’re standing there and neither of you say a word because he opens the door wider, and you step through it.  You step into his arms, and he enfolds you against him, and then your mouth is on his, his glasses are knocked askew, and he’s half-dragging you as you half-push him back into his bedroom. 

There’s no hesitancy this time around; Bob senses no reserve or shyness.  He only feels your hunger that matches his own, a ravenous urge that makes this moment sloppy and rushed.  Neither of you finesse it—he only pushes the skirt of your dress up and tugs your panties down enough.  You only undo his belt, his button and zipper, push his pants and boxers low enough for his cock to spring free.

You both only do enough to clear the obstacles to your mutual goal, and when Bob slots the head of his cock against your entrance, it’s both of you moving as one:  him pushing into you, you pulling him into you.  The moan you loose at the sensation is echoed by Bob, and it’s only afterwards—sweaty, panting, sated—that you finally actually exchange words.

“I’m glad you reached out,” Bob says.  He runs his fingertips up and down your arm, and you nestle closer to him.

Something has changed in you since that first night together.  You’re less uncertain.  Braver.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you admit simply.

That pulse-racing, dry-mouth feeling returns.  “Yeah?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

Bob swallows hard.  There are a million questions on the tip of his tongue.  Where is this going?  Where is Jake?  What happens next?

Instead, he wraps his arm firmer around you.  “Tell you something,” he says.

“What’s that?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you either.”

*****

A month passes.  You and Jake even out.  Your relationship finds the sort of easy equilibrium that he always wanted with the open thing—or at least, you don’t seem so morose when he has dates with other women.  He doesn’t hear you sniffling in bed when he comes home late. 

You, though?  Jake can’t quite figure out what’s going on with you, and since one of the rules of this thing is a strict “don’t ask, don’t tell,” he can’t know for certain. 

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t try.

It’s a rare evening when you both stay in.  You make dinner, and the two of you sit and eat.  You chat about your respective days, and when the conversation peters out, Jake clears his throat.

“Have you been…taking advantage of the free pass?”

Your eyes slide up to meet his gaze.  “We said we wouldn’t talk about it.”

“We said we’d never discuss specifics.  This was just a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question.”

You arch an eyebrow.  You say nothing.

Jake stares at you, tries to read your expression.  He weighs the entirety of your relationship.  Everything he knows about you, which is a lot.  His loyal girl, his ride-or-die.  He weighs all of it against this new you who is more at ease with your arrangement, and he concludes that no, you must not be sleeping with anyone else.  You probably just came to accept it from him.  You probably just see the wisdom in letting him let off steam and explore before he comes back to you and settles down.  Your refusal to answer him must just be a way to needle him.

It's the wrong conclusion, but he won’t realize that for a while longer.

-----

Another month passes.  The ease continues. 

Jake relaxes.  That single night months ago must have been an aberration.  Another way of needling him.  He assumes you spent the night at a girlfriend’s place and just chose to act mysterious about it to make him jealous. 

His life finds a blissful rhythm.  He has his home with you, and he’s not so blind that he can’t admit how nice you’ve made his life here in San Diego.  You give him a warm, cozy place to land after stressful days on base.  You give him simplicity, and when he looks across the kitchen table or the couch and sees you there, it makes him feel like he’s been wrapped in a weighted blanket.

Jake’s momma always said he should put a ring on your finger before you left Texas.  “Girl like that is hard to find and harder to keep, Jakey,” she used to say. 

But Jake’s dad always said he should wait before tying himself to any one woman.  “Take it from me, Jake,” he used to say.  “Don’t get your high school girlfriend knocked up and marry her at nineteen.  Live a little before you commit to the ball-and-chain.”

Jake can see his father’s wisdom now (even though he was the cause of that shotgun wedding at nineteen).  This open thing is clarifying what Jake wants for his future.  He’s getting all that latent, restless energy out of his system.  Each stranger he goes home with, each woman he fucks just brings him that much closer to a future where he puts that ring on your finger and promises to only be with you for the rest of his life.

*****

It’s more than just hooking up.

Bob can’t deny it from his side of things, and he has a feeling that you see it the same as him.  The two of you meet up, make love—sometimes frantic, sometimes slow and drawn out—but you also spend time together.

Two blissful months pass from that first date.  You and Bob find time in your schedules where there’s overlapping availability.  For you, that tends to be when Jake is off on a date or at the Hard Deck conquering another conquest.  You and Bob meet up there too, play it cool, pretend to just be the usual friendly acquaintances that you’ve always been…. then once Jake is out the door, the two of you slip out a moment later when it’s clear.

It's all-consuming.  Bob has never been in a situation with a woman like this before.  He feels mad, feverish, hectic when you aren’t around.

He feels mad, feverish, hectic when you are.

He dreams of you, wakes up hard and aching, wakes up feeling like he’s taken a cannonball to the chest.  He holds imaginary conversations with you in his head; he’s driven to near-distraction, and only Nat keeps him in line during his workday. 

Even so, more than once, Maverick has caught him daydreaming, and Bob’s paid for it with countless pushups on the tarmac.

But when you’re with him, he can’t get enough.  He’s become pushier than he’s ever been with a woman before.  Countless times, he fails to get you home before he takes you:  he’s fucked you against the lifeguard stand yards away from the Hard Deck, the ceaseless waves covering up the sound of you moaning his name.  He’s bent you over the sink of the bar bathroom, met your unflinching stare in the water-spotted mirror as he found a fast and hard rhythm that spoke more to the lack of time you had before the other Daggers missed the two of you.  He’s pulled you into his lap in his truck, pushed your panties to the side, pulled you down onto him.  He’s knelt at your feet and feasted on your perfect pussy so many times that he wonders how the other pilots—how Jake—doesn’t smell you on him. 

You’re ravenous for each other, but there’s also sweet moments.  Little mundane moments where your appetites are sated, and you can just be with each other.

The way you run your fingers through his short-cropped hair.  The way you rub the pad of your thumb over the little indents on the sides of his nose from his glasses.  The way you stretch out like a cat, pleased and lazy after sex, and ask him all about his life.  What he was like as a kid, what his family is like.

Sometimes, you ask him where he sees himself in a year, in five years, in a decade.

He never answers those forward-looking questions.  He turns them around on you, echoes the questions back to you.

You never answer them either. 

It’s like both of you are in a stalemate.  Neither of you ever mention Jake by name, and you only occasionally mention him obliquely as him.  The two of you operate in a bubble suspended in time, where your past with Jake doesn’t quite exist and where your respective futures are hazy and unclear.

When Bob lies in bed late at night, alone, he knows how he’d answer you if you really pressed him.

Where does he see himself in a year?  With you.

Where does he see himself in five years?  With you.

Where does he see himself for the rest of his life?  With you.  Always with you.

*****

The Hard Deck is packed.  Javi and Nat play pool, and you, Rooster, and Bob watch them as you chat amiably.

Jake feels relaxed.  He feels good. 

He called his parents over the weekend, and he had a good talk with them.  An honest talk, or as honest as one can have with their parents.  He described work and how well it was going at Top Gun, how things with you have evened and smoothed out.

He hesitates only a beat before he tells them:  he wants to bring you back to Texas for the holidays.  He has leave, and you can take the time off too.  A big Seresin family Christmas.  It has been far too long.

“I thought I might go see her dad,” he mentions too.  “Gotta ask him a question.”

At that, his mother squealed over the line, and his father took a moment to clear his throat, then gruffly added that he thought Jake had turned into a fine man, and that he was proud of him.

Jake feels good.  It feels right.  He glances over at where you stand with Rooster and Bob, the three of you laughing as Javi tries and fails a trick shot.  You look relaxed, almost happy, and Jake smiles to see it.  Hasn’t this been the ultimate proof that the two of you were meant to be after all?  You survived the open relationship, gave him the grace to sow his wild oats, and now—

“You’re hella cool about it, Jake.”  The voice interrupts Jake’s thoughts, and when he turns, he sees Fanboy standing beside him. 

“Cool about what?”

“Your girl.”

An icy finger of dread drags itself down his spine, but Jake hides it behind an easy smile.  “What about my girl?”

Fanboy shrugs and leans against the bar.  “I know you had this open thing.  I just never saw it play out in a way that wasn’t messy.”

Jake’s smile widens.  “She came around in the end.  It was just hooking up.  She always knew she had my heart.”

“Nah.”  Fanboy elbows him lightly in his side.  “I mean, you seem really cool with your girl hooking up with the pussy-eating champion of Miramar.”

That icy feeling of dread sinks into his stomach and settles there.  “What?”

“I’d be so jealous, man.”

“Wait, what?”

Fanboy nods in your direction where you stand with Rooster and Bob.  “You haven’t heard the gossip about him?  Yale’s girlfriend’s roommate dated him way back.  Nothing but good things to say about him.  Said he ate the kitty like a starving kid at an all-you-can-eat buffet.”

Jake has always relied on his lightning-fast reflexes, his quick thinking, but Fanboy’s words move through him like tar.  His mind slows down and refuses to grasp the words, and he shakes his head, tries to clear it.

“What?” he breathes out.

“Cafeteria-style, man.  Boy’s well-fed is what I’m saying.”

Jake’s eyes find you, then slide over to Rooster.  The blond man is saying something that makes you smile—

“Bradley?”  Jake says his name and it comes out rough, a growl.  “You talking about Bradley?”

Fanboy elbows him again, unaware of the way Jake’s world is tilting off-axis, the ground slipping from beneath his feet.

“Nah.  I’m talking about Baby on Board.”  Fanboy turns and looks at Jake, takes in the angry flush along his neck, the way his jaw twitches as he clenches his jaw.  “I mean, her and Bob, y’know?  You knew, right?”

Jake doesn’t answer.  He only shifts his gaze a fraction and focuses on Bob.  Bob.  Of all people, Bob.  Jake narrows his eyes and looks at what he has failed to see for months, and he finally notices that you stand an inch closer to the WSO.  He finally notices that Bob’s turned his body a degree towards you, the faintest bit of angling.

“How did you find out?” Jake manages to grit out to Fanboy.

“It wasn’t really a secret, man.  Harvard…”  He trails off, doesn’t finish the sentence.

“Harvard what?”

Fanboy huffs out a breath, clearly uncomfortable.  “Harvard…saw them.  Once.  They were…y’know.  Out by the lifeguard station.”  He takes a step back and holds up his hands in surrender.  “Don’t take it out on us.  We all thought it was cool with you.  That open thing you have going.”

-----

Part of him doesn’t believe it.

Part of him doesn’t want to believe it.

Part of him—a small, conscience-driven part of him—understands that this is the consequences of his actions.  Part of him knows he’s reaping what he sowed.

But part of him doesn’t believe it.

He pulls himself together.  He waves off Fanboy, says he’s just joking around, that everything is fine.  He goes to the bar and orders a shot.  Throws it back.  Takes long, deep breaths and composes himself.

He doesn’t believe it, but belief isn’t proof.

Once he’s calm, he makes his way over to you.  He takes it slow, casual, and he studies your face when you catch sight of him.  You give him a smile, and Jake thinks Fanboy is full of shit.

Jake makes up a lie.  He tells you that he’s found a friend for the evening, but he uses his usual oblique wording to soften the blow of it.

“I’m heading out early,” he says.  “You good to go home alone?”

Your smile falls a little, but you nod.  Rooster, beside you, lets out a displeased grumble.

Bob says nothing at all.

Jake leans in and brushes a kiss against your mouth, and you tell him to be careful, and he replies for you to be careful too.  Then he turns and leaves the Hard Deck…but when he gets in his truck, he only drives it out of the lot and into the shadows of a nearby cross-street.  He has a perfect line of sight to the door of the Hard Deck, but no one would see him unless they knew exactly where in the darkness to look.

It doesn’t take long for Jake to get his proof.

Ten, maybe fifteen minutes after he moves, you leave the Hard Deck too.  You’re laughing, your smile is so wide it must hurt your face…and right at your heels stumbling behind you, his hands on your waist as the two of you make your way to the parking lot…

It’s Bob.

[writtingrose]

I…am stunned.

And need a moment.

😳🫠

✧ THE FOUNTAIN OF YOU ✧

a/n: i am not responsible for how filthy this fic. it just kept getting dirtier the longer i typed and now it's just porn very little plot. this is my first ever phoenix fic! i've had one in my wips for months now, but never actually felt great enough to complete it. so now that this is out and posted, i might actually go back and look at the old wip. for now i hope y'all enjoy!

day fourteen - nipple play + scissoring | kinktober 2023

summary: "somehow in the midst of chaos in the middle of that bar, you found her. the missing puzzle piece of your half empty heart."

word count: 2.2k+

pairing: natasha 'phoenix' trace x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, nipple play, scissoring, cumplay sort of, cum eating, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, dom!phoenix.

“Tell me what you like and I’ll do it to you.”

Words spoken against your ear in the midst of chaos. You came to the bar in the hopes of having a drink to dispel the day of all its stress. A small moment to yourself before you went home to an empty apartment and an even emptier bedroom. The interaction hadn’t started out as anything at first. You ran into her—literally—as you were trying to squeeze through the crowd to find a seat. And she led you to a stool before depositing a beer in front of you with a wink.

That was that. You watched her walk away to join a group of people wearing the exact same uniform as her.

Until it was her turn to find something to drink, and she found herself leaning against the bar, talking to you. The hand nearest to your body found itself curled around your hip to keep you close as someone shoved behind you. Her face tilted close in order for you to hear her better over the noise.

And that’s when she said it. The words that practically burned a hole in your lungs, leaving you gasping for air.

Not a minute passed before you were dragging her in by the collar and pressing a quick kiss to her lips. All in the hopes that you weren’t reading this situation wrong. She had smiled, cupped the nape of your neck, and tugged you back in. Her tongue sliding along your bottom lip with enough eagerness to have your body melting against hers. Your soft moan being swallowed and traded in for a happy hum.

Twenty minutes later you found yourself in the passenger seat of her car, a hand between your thighs—shoving up the skirt you wore for work.

“Fuck you’re wet,” she murmured, fingers sliding between your folds and gathering the sticky wetness that practically drenched the seat of her car. A grin formed on her lips, eyes darkening by the second.

“F-Fuck—”

“You like that baby?” She sunk a finger into you, pulling a soft moan from your lips, your body shifting to give her better access.

Nodding, you did what you could to make the angle easier for her, aching to feel another finger slip into you. But Phoenix was a master at patience. You had yet to find that out, only grasping at what she’d told you in the bar. Small pieces of her life and the job she led when she wasn’t taking the time to enjoy her life. Although from what you gathered she could barely enjoy it, only given a certain amount of time before she was called back again.

She curled another finger into you, a smile blooming on her face when you keened, head falling back into the seat and eyes fluttering shut. The top of your shirt was unbuttoned, bra pushed away, and as she rolled to a stop in the middle of a desolate street, she leaned over. Taking your nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. The squelch of her fingers pumping into you echoed in the small space of her car, but that only made everything build so much more.

You could feel the sensation you normally had to fight for. The sparks that ran down your spine, curling low in your stomach, and suddenly you found yourself right there. On the edge of cumming all over her hand.

Grasping onto her neck, you kept her mouth to your breast, a high whine ripping from your throat. Your hips bucked into her hand, clit catching on the edge of her palm. It was too much. Nearly overwhelming you as she continued to work you over the edge, rising quickly to capture your mouth in a debauched kiss as you broke. It rolled through you like a fucking tidal wave. Nearly sending you crashing into her body. A cry bounced off the car’s interior, body trembling when she continued to stimulate you.

Yet her kiss was different. Soft and inviting. As if she was placing a promise there on your smeared lipstick—something that told you she wasn’t done with you yet.

“We’re almost there,” she breathed against your lips, sliding her fingers out of you and pulling out a soft whine. “You wanna be a good girl for me and just sit here looking pretty?”

You nodded, eyes wide and lips parted as she placed her fingers in her mouth, moaning at the taste. The cool air felt strange against your exposed cunt; eliciting a feeling you’d never experienced before. You liked this. Being bare for her to see, but also whoever might catch a quick view in a passing car. It made you feel wanted, as if you were finally desired in a way no one had made you feel before.

Phoenix caught the sheepish look on your face, eyes glimmering with desire. The grin spread across her face again, eyes tracing down the curve of your breasts as they hung against your body. The shiny slick that was smeared on the inside of your thigh—continuing to leak steadily on the seat of her car.

“Look at you sweetie.” She pressed a hand to your thigh, nail tracing the skin softly until you shivered. “Do you like being exposed for me?”

Your gaze snapped to her, heat spreading beneath the skin of your cheeks. “I— Yeah.”

She rounded a corner into a small street of houses. Well in all honesty they could barely be construed as houses. They were more cottages than anything else. But you could recognize the blue car from the bar parked across the street where she stopped—her place resembling each one.

Although on a closer inspection you realized her home stood out just a bit more. The flowers in the front were a beautiful array of pinks and reds. Comfortable chairs were set out on the porch, each one with a pillow—a table in between that seemed to be used for morning coffees. Her home looked warm. Soft in all the ways she was, yet still holding onto that aspect of safety she exuded the second you ran into her.

“C’mon,” she said softly, tapping your thigh and drawing up the top of your shirt. “I’ll make you a coffee.”

“You don’t have to,” you replied, pulling down your skirt as you got out, keeping yourself covered as she led you up the front walkway.

She shrugged, opening the door with ease and discarding her jacket on a hook. “I want to.”

So you found yourself curled on her couch, a cup of coffee in your hands, and a soft song playing in the background. You spoke to her about your life. Your job and how it was slowly starting to grate on your nerves. The dreams you wished you had pursued instead of a boring cubicle that kept you hidden from the world. And she returned in kind. Telling you about what being a pilot for the Navy was actually like. Especially when it came down to being a woman in the Navy.

The clock ticked on the mantle, several hours passing, yet you found that time moved far too quickly around her. You wanted to stay here. To wake up and enjoy coffee on the porch, to see what the remainder of her house looked like. But what you were there for stared at you in the face—the want from earlier slowly seeping back into your veins.

“How’s the coffee?” she asked, already knowing that the drink had gone cold in favor of you staring at the way her top was unbuttoned. The curve of her breasts peeking out.

“Hm?” You jolted back to the present, mouth watering and eyes slightly dazed. “Oh. It’s delicious.”

“It’s cold.”

That all too delicious heat returned once more, spreading up your neck. “I was…um…”

She smiled, pulling the mug out of your hands and depositing it on the table—her other hand curling around your jaw. “You’re really cute. Anyone ever tell you that?”

Even if you wanted to answer, the words were stuck on your tongue as she moved closer. Her lips finding yours in the dimly lit room. Swallowing your soft whine with her tongue that slid deeply against yours. Her other hand gripped your hip, tugging you forward until you had no choice but to curl your leg around her. Finding yourself in her lap, her hands tugging at your top to get it off. You had come to the conclusion that she liked to toy with your nipples. Her teeth latched onto one again, laving her hot tongue along it until you were grinding against her.

“Oh f-fuck,” you choked, gripping onto the back of her neck. “Wanna taste you.”

She grinned against your skin. “You will baby. You will. I’ve got something in mind first though.”

Nodding before she could tell you what it was, you let her push you off the couch as her hands grasped for your skirt. The way she stripped you was slow. Soft touches and whispered compliments of how pretty you were. All of it mixing to make your head spin, your chest heaving with the breaths that left you quicker than you could take them in. She consumed you with her eyes, made you feel everything with her hands, and yet…you wanted more.

You wanted to sear tonight in your mind. Forever remembering the way she had taken you apart so delicately.

She led you to the floor, her clothes now discarded in the same pile as yours—her mouth devouring you in a kiss that made your body burn. Fingers slid down your hips, tracing the soft lines that stretched across your hips, and dipped her tongue along yours. Tasting the coffee off your tongue. Phoenix found she preferred the bitterness from your mouth over her mug—the flavor sensual and rich.

“Spread your legs for me baby,” she murmured against your jaw.

You listened to her without hesitation, allowing her to completely take the reins—putting your mind at ease for the first time all week. It felt euphoric to be this willing for her. To let her mold you however she wanted. There was something about her that pulled at your body—calling to you in a way it hadn’t before. Hovering over you, she watched with parted lips and red stained cheeks as she slid into position. Her cunt pressing over yours until her slick coated the top of your mound.

A depraved grunt echoed in her chest, nails digging into your thigh as she watched your face contort in pleasure. A gasp ripping from your chest when she moved. Her hips grinding over yours perfectly. You felt her clit, felt the way her cunt spread just right causing her slick to mix with yours.

“So pretty for me,” she whispered, cupping your breast and running a thumb over your nipple. She moved higher, cupping your chin in her soft palm, thumb now moving to press against your bottom lip—easing your mouth open. “Should I ride this perfect mouth next?”

Your eyes nearly rolled back. “Please.”

“I’ll cum in your mouth next baby.” It was a promise. Not a question. You knew that the second the words hit your ears and it made another wave of heat rush over your body.

“N-Natasha—” You shuddered when she dragged along your cunt, her hand curving around your hip to hold you in place.

A moan left her lips, forehead scrunched and eyes focused on the way you practically leaked for her—coating her inner thighs. “Gonna cum over this pussy first though.”

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, fingers clawing at the carpet beneath you.

“You want that sweetie?”

You nodded, gaze snapping back to her as she leaned down, her lips wrapping around your nipple. She rode you even harder, her hips colliding with yours and suddenly you found you could hardly breathe. The burning thrill of pleasure now overtaking your entire body. When her teeth latched onto your nipple, breath hot against your skin, you felt everything fall into place. The feelings she had wrought from you now laid bare along the rug. Just as you were.

They told you that this was more. That you would wake up to see her again.

Her voice moaning your name against your body undid your very being. The last drag of her clit against yours ripped free a broken shout as you fell over the edge. It was powerful. Nearly sending you into a state of dizziness, but you let it consume you completely—drowning you in the scent of her perfume, the feel of her body against yours.

She followed soon after, keeping her promise. Cumming with a shout, she pressed her lips to yours, her his jerking over you until it became too much. But you felt the wetness against your cunt. The way it trailed down your ass and into the carpet. No doubt staining the color.

“Where the fuck have you been all this time?” she breathed against your lips, a smile being pressed into her small kiss.

You felt a flutter go through your chest, as she moved, pulling you into her lap until your knees were pressed to the floor. “Waiting for you I guess.”

“No more waiting,” she replied, hands sliding down to your ass and lips dragging along your jaw. “Stay.”

You could picture it in your mind. Sitting on that porch with her, drinking coffee in the mornings. Conversations that turned into flirting that turned into so much more. Somehow in the midst of chaos in the middle of that bar, you found her. The missing puzzle piece of your half empty heart.

[writtingrose]

Top Gun Silliness

[writtingrose]

Tg/tg:m incorrect quotes while we wait for tg 3

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Bob: Hey Rooster, have you written your letter to Santa yet?

Rooster: Don't be silly Santa isn't re-

Hangman: Ready to accept letters yet.

Bob: that makes sense.

Bob: *leaves*

Rooster: What was that ?

Hangman: We haven't told him yet.

Rooster: He's our 30 year old coworker ???

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Hangman: I'm dating someone, but I'm not sure if I should tell you who it is...

Maverick: It's ok Jake, just rip it off like a bandaid though I doubt-

Hangman: It's Bradley.

Maverick, who just lost a bet to ice: Put the bandaid back on.

Hangman, who told Ice first: ....

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Goose: And do you Pete Mitchell take Tom Kazansky to be your lawfully wedded husband?

Maverick, smirking: I scooby-dooby doo

Iceman: I want a divorce.

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Random guy hitting on Natasha: Hey beautiful, can I have your phone number?

Phoenix, visibly texting: I don't have a phone.

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Coyote: There's no food at home.

Hangman: Not even bread ?

Bob: Even in prison there's bread.

Iceman: It's three in the morning, what the hell are you doing in our House?

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Rooster: What kind of tea is this?

Maverick: Oh I boiled some gatorade.

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Hangman: Hey ice, can I borrow twenty thousand dollars.

Iceman: For what?

Hangman: An escape room.

Iceman: What kind of escape room costs twenty thousand dollars ???

Hangman: Jail...

Rooster, Coyote and Bob, in the background : Hey ice.

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This is so sexyyyyyyy

The Rough Side of Hangman's Girl

SUMMARY: You’ve always been the quiet one, the kind of girl who prefers soft laughter to loud crowds, and gentle touches over wild passions. But Jake “Hangman” Seresin has a way of drawing out the side of you no one else gets to see. When he steps into your world, he doesn’t just turn your life upside down—he pushes you beyond every boundary you thought you had. Now, with his intense gaze and unyielding hold, you find yourself craving every rough touch, every whispered command.

A/N: Thank you to the person who send me the DM about this request! This one was so fun to write! I really hope you like it and I did your request justice.

Also the way Glen/Jake is biting his lip in this GIF does something to me so I had to include it!

PROMPT: "Don't be gentle with me-I like it when you're rough."

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, P in V sex, spanking.

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

TAG LIST: SEE COMMENTS

If you would like to be added to any of my Tag Lists please feel free to comment, send an ask, or send a DM and I'll be happy to get you added! Below are the fandoms I currently write for.

Glen Powell (himself and the characters he's played)

Top Gun: Maverick (Hangman, Rooster, possibly others soon)

Marvel / MCU (Bucky Barnes as of now, but possibly others soon)

WWE / Wrestling

The door shut softly behind you, and you barely had a second to breathe before Jake had you pressed against the wall. His hands were braced on either side of your head, his body so close you could feel the heat radiating from him, grounding you and sending your pulse racing all at once. His mouth met yours, warm and teasing, before his lips trailed down to your neck, peppering kisses along your skin with unhurried confidence.

His lips skimmed over a sensitive spot just beneath your ear, and you felt the heat bloom across your cheeks.

A quiet hum escaped you, and you felt Jake’s lips curve into a smirk against your skin. “Jake…” you whispered, the request barely audible, but he heard it. “Bite me.”

He froze for a second, pulling back just enough to catch your eye, his eyebrows raising in surprise. That trademark smirk spread across his face as he took you in, a low chuckle escaping him.

“Didn’t know you had that in you, sweetheart,” he drawled, the endearment roughened by a hint of mischief. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Your eyes met his, emboldened by his reaction. “Don’t be gentle with me,” you murmured, your voice soft but steady. “I like it when you’re…rough.”

Jake’s gaze darkened, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip as he considered your words, his smile turning wicked. “My sweet girl has a dirty side, hmm?” He teased, pressing closer. His voice dropped to a murmur as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “Well, I can give you exactly what you want.”

His hands moved to your waist, fingers pressing firmly as he lifted you slightly, pressing you tighter against the wall.

He leaned in, his lips grazing yours as his voice softened to a rough whisper. “But remember you asked for this.”

Jake’s hands gripped your waist firmly as he lifted you, carrying you down the hallway to your bedroom, his stride confident and purposeful. You wrapped your arms around his neck, heart pounding with anticipation as you looked up at him. There was a smoldering intensity in his eyes you hadn’t seen before–something darker, an edge to his usual smirk that made your pulse race even faster.

He pushed open the door with his shoulder, guiding you in and setting you down just beside the bed. His fingers were immediately at your waist, slipping under the fabric of your top, pulling it up over your head in one swift motion. There was no hesitation in his movements, no teasing pace–he was stripping away every article of clothing with a sense of urgency, his touch rougher than usual, more intense.

“Turn around for me,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding as he pressed a hand against your back, guiding you to face away from him.

You felt a thrill shoot through you as you did what he asked, your breath hitching when his hands moved to the waistband of your jeans, tugging them down with a rough pull, taking everything with them until you were bare under his gaze.

“Get on the bed,” he said, voice gruffer than usual.

His hand rested on your lower back, urging you forward until you were positioned on all fours. The air was thick with anticipation, and just as you settled, you felt his fingers thread into your hair, tugging firmly as he leaned over you, his breath warm against your ear. 

“Head down,” he murmured, the quiet dominance in his tone making you shiver. His grip tightened as he pushed your head down to the comforter, his other hand settling on your hip, holding you firmly in place. “And keep that pretty little ass up for me tonight,” he added, his voice laced with a roughened edge that made warmth spread through you instantly.

The weight of his hand, the way he held you down, his voice steady and unyielding–it was already too much, and you pressed your thighs together instinctively, unable to hide the effect he was having on you.

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, catching the subtle movement. “We’ve only just started.”

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking some relief from the tension that was building faster than you could contain. Jake’s amused chuckle resonated in the quiet, his tone edged with a kind of pride and surprise.

Without hesitation, he placed a knee on the bed, leaning in. His hand rested on your hip as he pushed your legs apart again, his knee pressing gently yet firmly, guiding you until you were as exposed and vulnerable as he wanted.

“Keep them like that,” he ordered, his voice low and rough, sending a thrill down your spine .”Or there’ll be consequences. Understood?”

A breathless nod was all you could manage, your face turned into the comforter, heat spreading over your skin. But before you could prepare yourself, you felt the sharp, sudden sting of his hand landing across you, and a gasp escaped your lips, followed by an involuntary moan that hung in the air. Your cheeks flushed deeper, the thrill mingling with a hint of a surprise that you couldn’t hide.

“Oh, now that’s something, isn’t it?” Jake murmured, his tone dripping with amusement as he ran his hand over the spot where his hand had landed, lingering to savor the reaction he’d pulled from you. “My sweet girl likes being spanked, hmm?”

The words made your breath hitch, and just as you felt your body start to melt into his touch, another sharp smack landed, this time harder. Another moan escaped, unbidden, and you felt his fingers spread possessively over your skin, his touch heavy with control and satisfaction.

He leaned in close, his voice a rough whisper as his hand stayed firmly in place. “Keep that up, and I’ll give you exactly what you’re begging for,” he teased, the promise in his voice making you shiver as you instinctively pressed back into his hand, craving more of the intensity he was unraveling in you.

“Look at you,” he murmured, almost to himself, his voice a low, raspy drawl. “Didn’t think my sweet girl who blushed when I kissed her would be into this…but you’re loving it, aren’t you?”

He traced his hand slowly down the curve of your back, a trail of goosebumps left in its wake as he took his time, letting every inch of his touch ignite something deeper. As his fingers reached your thighs, you couldn’t stop yourself from pressing them together again, the ache building so intensely that you couldn’t help it.

But Jake was quick, his hand gripping the inside of your thigh, pushing your legs apart once more.

“Oh no, darlin’,” he whispered, the authority in his voice like nothing you’d heard from him before. “You keep those pretty legs open for me, or we’re gonna have a problem.”

You swallowed hard, nodding, breathless, and his lips brushed against your neck, warm and teasing, before he took hold of your hip, his fingers pressing into your skin with a possessive grip. You could feel the firmness of his body behind you, every inch of him taut and ready, the anticipation was overwhelming.

One hand was still on your hip, he let his other hand drift lower, fingers trailing through your folds, which had you quivering, aching for more. His thumb pressed down on your clit, testing you and the faintest pressure was enough to send a jolt through you.

“You’re already so worked up,” he murmured with a satisfied chuckle, his tone full of dark promise. “Practically dripping, and I haven’t even gotten inside you yet.”

And then, he took it a step further–he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him, his movements more unrestrained, less careful than usual, his body pressed firmly into yours. His hand slid up to your shoulder, gripping it just tight enough to hold you in place as he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. 

“Hope you’re ready for this, sweetheart,” he whispered, voice rough with both desire and restraining. “Cause I’m not holding back this time.”

With that, he guided his tip against your folds, taking his time as he ran it up and down, letting the anticipation build until you could barely take it anymore. His touch was rough and demanding, and you were more than ready, practically melting into him as he finally, slowly, pushed himself inside you, savoring every reaction, every gasp, as he showed you exactly what you’d been craving.

Jake’s grip tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin with a roughness he’d never shown before like he couldn’t help himself. Every thrust was harder than the last, his movements quick and relentless, sending a wave of pleasure through you that left you gasping, clinging to the sheets for support. His rhythm had lost its usual restraint, each motion fueled by something you’d never felt from him before. And it left you breathless, lost in sensation.

You barely had time to catch your breath before his hand came down on you again, a swift, sharp smack that sent a shockwave of heat through you. A moan escaped before you could stop it, louder than before, your body instinctively arching into his touch. 

The sound seemed to fuel him, and he chuckled, low and rough, clearly reveling in how unabashedly you were responding. “God, I love how loud you’re being for me,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Didn’t know my sweet girl could get so worked up.”

His hand slid along your skin before coming down again with another smack, drawing another moan from you, your voice catching as you felt the sharp warmth spread over your skin.

With each sound you made, he seemed to grow more unrestrained, his hands gripping you together, his pace unrelenting as he moved, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, as though he wanted to pull every last gasp and moan from you.

The pressure of his hands on your hips was almost overwhelming, holding you so firmly that you knew you’d feel his touch lingering on you long after that night.

“You’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you?” he murmured, his voice dark and teasing, his breath hot against your skin as he leaned closer, his movements never slowing. “Making me think you were all innocent. But here you are, moaning like you were made for this.”

The combination of his words and his movements left you teetering on the edge, your body completely in sync with his rhythm, every rough touch and commanding word pulling you further under his spell. And as he kept moving, kept pushing you closer and closer, you couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop yourself fro giving in completely to the way he was taking you apart, thrust by thrust, with no intention of stopping until he’d made you his in every possible way.

Jake could feel you tightening around him, each thrust pulling you closer to the edge. Your body was trembling beneath him, and the way you were clenching told him you were almost there. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He needed to push you over the edge, needed to hear you scream his name.

“Get up on your elbows,” he commanded, his voice harsh but laced with desire. You obeyed without hesitation, your body responding instantly to his words. The new angle was almost too much–his hands gripped your shoulders, pulling you back into him, and suddenly the depth of his thrusts was hitting you in all the right ways. You gasped, your head falling back, and your back arched as his cock slammed into you with an intensity that left you breathless.

“Oh, fuck,” Jake cursed under his breath, his hands moving to your hips to help guide you, pulling you back into him with each stroke. He loved how you felt around him, how responsive you were, how loud you were–everything about this moment sent him spiraling. “God, you’re so fucking loud. I love it. Don’t stop…don’t stop making those noises for me.”

You could barely hold onto the sheets, the overwhelming pleasure radiating through your body, the new angle pushing him right to that spot inside of you that made your entire body seize. His words, his voice, everything about the way he was fucking you–faster, harder–was enough to send you crashing toward the edge.

“Let go for me, baby,” Jake growled, his voice rough with hunger. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

That did it. A shock of pleasure surged through you, your body spasming as you cried out his name, the wave of ecstasy washing over you, pulling you under completely. You felt him jerk inside of you, his breath ragged as he pushed you through it, holding you tight as your body quivered with aftershocks. You moaned his name again, your voice breathless, as the final release hit you both at the same time.

Jake’s grip on your hips tightened as you both finished, your bodies trembling, chest heaving as you collapsed together onto the comforter. 

Neither of you could catch your breath at first, the room heavy with the sound of your labored breathing. His hand brushed a strand of hair from your face as he pulled you closer, the warmth of his body a grounding force after the intense release.

“That was…goddamn,” Jake murmured, his voice rough, but there was a softness behind it now, a gentleness as he ran his hand over your back. “You okay?”

You nodded, still catching your breath, unable to form words just yet. He smiled, his lips brushing over your forehead as you both laid there, tangled up in each other, feeling the afterglow of everything that had just happened.

“Good,” he whispered, holding you a little tighter, feeling the contentment between you both settle in. “I’m not done with you yet.”

[writtingrose]

This so so sexy.

"I'm Taking That As A Yes, Princess"

PAIRINGS: Ghostface!FratPresident!James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader

WARNINGS: Getting alcohol spilt on you, fingering, a bit angsty? (if you squint), semi-bathroom sex, swering, unprotected sex (darlings, please wrap your man's pig in a blanket), p in v, mentions of cum, handjob, a slight hint of a blowjob and slight fluff? (If I have missed anything, please feel free to let me know 😊)

WORD COUNT: 2,922

*not proof-read*

ENJOY!

Walking into the house, you were immediately surrounded by sweaty, sticky bodies. You grimaced at the overwhelming feeling and tried to find a space where you could catch your breath. The kitchen was relatively empty, except for a couple making out on the counter. You decided to mind your own business, reaching into the fridge and navigating past cans and bottles of beer to grab a water bottle hidden at the back.

You twisted the cap off and took a long sip. Everyone was dressed up differently, which made sense—it was Halloween. Instead of babysitting your little cousins, you’d faked being sick to your parents, dressed up, and come to the Alpha Phi house. This wasn’t like you at all. The top student in your class, the teacher’s pet, the early-assignment submitter, the girl who became a TA in her junior year—you were the “good girl.”

So why were you here? Because you’d overheard some girls talking about the infamous Halloween party that the Alpha Phi guys threw every year. And you weren’t the type who usually went to parties. So why this one? Because you’d heard that Steve Rogers was going to show up, and you had a little crush on the star player of the varsity ice hockey team. You’d been trying to muster the courage to talk to him ever since you sat next to him in a lab in your first year. That was two years ago, and you’d been harbouring feelings for him ever since.

Your heart did a little flip every time he smiled at you when you passed him in the halls. Finishing your water, you threw the bottle in the recycling bin and tugged your tutu down to avoid a wedgie. The ballerina costume was a last-minute, twenty-dollar buy, but you were happy with it—the corseted top accentuated your chest, and though the sheer tights were a bit snug, it didn’t bother you too much.

You were making your way through the crowd and spotted a tuft of blond hair. Your heart flipped again. This was it, the perfect moment. You were going to ask Steve if he wanted to go out sometime. He was tipsy enough to say yes, and if he said no, he’d be too focused on his hangover tomorrow to remember your question. You took a deep breath and started toward him.

Then you saw them. You’d thought the rumours weren’t true, that they couldn’t be real. But the sight of Steve Rogers making out with Peggy Carter would be forever etched in your mind, because the pain in your heart was unbearable. You stood frozen, your heart thudding in your chest as you watched Steve's hands roam over Peggy’s body. You clenched your jaw and sniffled, rooted to the spot.

You only snapped out of it when someone spilled their drink on you. “Damn, sorry, gorgeous,” a guy dressed as Fred from Scooby-Doo winked at you drunkenly before chuckling and moving away. You shook your head, trying to clean the alcohol off your costume.

“Hey, buddy. I think you owe the girl a real apology,” another voice piped up. You looked up to see a towering figure dressed as Ghostface, holding Fred by the shoulder. “Now, say you’re sorry—like you really mean it, and none of that half-assed stuff because you’re shitfaced,” Ghostface ordered, crossing his arms. Fred straightened up, looked you in the eye, and apologized sincerely. Ghostface nodded approvingly and sent him away.

Before you realized it, Ghostface had moved closer to you. You turned to see him looking you over, his mask bobbing as if inspecting your costume. He clicked his tongue and put a hand on the small of your back. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You both walked upstairs, where the sounds of the party gradually faded, and you were grateful for the quiet. You hesitated when he opened a door and gestured for you to go in.

For the first time that night, you spoke up. “Um, I’m sorry, but I don’t even know who you are.”

The chuckle that followed freaked you out a little, but then he reached up to remove the mask.

James. Freaking. Barnes.

You tried your best to mask your surprise, but you were sure he saw it, because the corners of his lips lifted into a smirk.

James “Bucky” Barnes—the captain of the varsity ice hockey team, a good student, a charmer, the president of Alpha Phi, and most importantly, the best friend of Steve Rogers.

You’ve met James a few times here and there. During some of the varsity games. And passed him in the dorms sometimes. He never caused you any trouble. He even offered to help you move-in in your second year when he clearly saw you struggle push your luggage up the stairs.

You were just acquaintances.

You swallowed and timidly walked into the pristine room, surprised by its immaculate condition. “I certainly didn’t expect a frat president to have such a clean room,” you muttered, hearing James laugh at your comment as he closed the door.

“Well, I don’t work well in a messy environment,” he shrugged and walked closer, his gaze trailing over your corset. You backed up slightly at the intensity of his approach, making him huff a laugh. “I don’t bite, princess,” he said, his fingers grazing the edge of your corset.

He gently guided you to the adjoining bathroom. “I’ll have to wash it out a bit. So, if you don’t mind getting your tutu a little damp, princess…,” he led, waiting for your response. You shook your head, signalling it was fine. He nodded toward the counter, and you hopped onto it.

He wetted a towel and began dabbing it on your clothes. “So, what’s a timid thing like you doing at a fraternity party?” he whispered, his focus on cleaning up the stain. You glanced at his concentrated face before looking away. “What? Can’t a girl come to a party?” you replied, defensively, for some reason.

James chuckled, “Oh, a girl can come to a party. But you, you’re not that type of girl, princess.” You raised an eyebrow at him, puzzled by his statement. “I mean, you never come to parties in general. So why the sudden appearance?” He sighed and caged you between his arms.

You tensed, starting to stammer. “Well, I wanted to see someone,” you shrugged, looking down at your hands.

“Yeah?” James asked, his gaze piercing. “Who was the special guy?”

You looked up at him through your lashes, then quickly looked away. He used two fingers to tilt your face toward him. “Eyes on me, princess,” he said softly.

“Steve. I came to ask Steve out…,” you admitted, spilling your secret.

James looked at you with you look, you couldn’t decipher what it was. But you didn’t know what to feel about it. He looked into your eyes for so long, you started to tear up due to the lack of blinking.

“Steve…,” he dragged it, and it made you wonder why. But you didn’t question it.

He continued to dab the wet cloth to your clothes. “You didn’t have to do that you know… The, um, asking the guy to apologize to me,” you broke the silence, because you couldn’t take the stuffy air that was in between the both of you.

James shook his head and chuckled as he dabbed on your neckline. “If I didn’t my Ma would scold my ear off if she knew. And, besides, a pretty girl needs to be treated right.”

You’re breathing stops at that, and you looked up at him with a confused look. He smirked at your expression, “what?” You shook you head and asked him, “you think I’m pretty?”

James scoffed and nodded, “I would have to be blind if I didn’t think your stunning, princess.”

You didn’t realise but your lips and James’ were a hair breadths away. “James…,” you tried to start but James beat you to it, “Bucky, princess. Call me Bucky.”

You gulped and nodded.

“Bucky.”

He groaned at they way his named sounded on your tongue. “Princess, your killin’ me here,” he whispered more to himself than at you. His knuckles gripped onto the counter tight. “Please…,” he muttered.

“Pardon?” you didn’t catch what he said.

“Please let me kiss you.”

You froze, you didn’t know what to do.

You always thought Bucky was hot. Hotter than Steve, but you never had any classes with him to fully judge him. You were a hundred percent sure that if Bucky was your lab partner instead of Steve, you’d totally be crushing on Bucky instead.

And if that were the case, you’d be nodding your head like a mad man. Steve was taken, you were still recovering from that. Bucky, apparently, liked you. Liked you more than you thought he did.

You saw the way his gaze flickered from your eyes to you lips and back to your eyes. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, and saw his pupils dilate at the movement.

“I-,” you started but your thoughts were washed away when you saw Bucky lick his lips too. You heart thuds in your chest as you feel like the whole world is dark and the spotlight is just on you with the way Bucky looks like you. There’s a small part of you that wanted to feel how his lips would feel against you.

So, you nodded.

Before you knew it, Bucky was standing between your legs and gripping your hips. He then pulled you close and smashed his lips on yours. You took a second to understand what was going on, but when your conscious did come back to you cupped his face and kissed him back.

He licked at your bottom lip asking your permission to open up your mouth and you allowed it immediately. Soon your tongues were dancing together, yours was meek and shy letting Bucky do all the taking over. You wrapped your arms around his neck and whimpers against his mouth, which just made him groan against you.

He moved his lips from your mouth to your jaw, then to your neck. You tilted your head to give him more access, and the more you let him the more your whimpers turn to moans.

He moves his hands all over your body, “this okay, princess?” He whispered against your skin, and you nodded fervently and grasped at his black cloak. You felt him palm at your chest, and you sighed and whispered a, “more, Bucky, please.” He nodded against your skin and moved his hands up your thighs and squeezes the flesh of your thighs.

You felt the heat pool between your things and squeezed them together. Bucky smirked and pushed them away, “nuh uh, none o’ that.” He got closer to you, and you wrapped your legs around his hips and chuckled. His hands moved to your inner thighs, and you gasped out, the wetness pooling more into your underwear.

You felt his knuckles brushed against your core and you whimpered and dropped your head against his shoulder. “Please, Bucky,” you muttered against his costume. Without any other word he ripped your tights at the centre and felt the wet path of white cotton.

“Oh princess, so wet f’me already?” Bucky snickered and you nodded at his question.  He rubbed his knuckles against your cunt’s lips and pressed his fingers harder when he heard your soft mewl. “You like it don’t you, princess?” To which you nodded again and whispered his name breathlessly.

He pushed your underwear aside and sunk his thick fingers in, and you whined at the intrusion. The sweet stretch felt better than your own meek fingers and soon Bucky was pumping his fingers in and out making your legs shake. “I’m not even rubbing your clit, princess. Your legs are already shaking,” he whispered roughly against your ear.  

His thumb started to rub at your clit and that’s when you lost your mind. You mewled and moaned his name as his fingers were rubbing that deep spot in you and his thumb playing with your button has you becoming a wailing mess. He bends down and started to attack your neck. “Fuck, Bucky. Please,” you cried out as you feel your impending orgasm start to build at your core.

Bucky roughly rubbed at your clit and within seconds your gushed around his fingers. You sighed and untensed your shoulders. Bucky brought his fingers to his mouth, closed his eyes and licked them clean. You whimpered at the sight.

You both leaned in and captured the other in a deep kiss, Bucky picked you up like you weighed nothing and exited the bathroom and walked until he placed you down on his bed.

He pulled the Ghostface mask down and leaned to tower over you. You bit your lip, and he chuckled, “didn’t know princess was a bit freaky, hmm?” He unbuckled his belt under the cloak, and you took off your tutu and tossed it somewhere in his room.

When he managed to get his cock out of his pants, your eyes widened as the sheer size of him and then looked at him to see the small smirk that was painted on his lips. “Something wrong, princess?” You gulped and said, “it’s not gonna fit.”

Bucky chuckled and leaned over you once more and whispered into your ear, “we’ll make it fit, princess.” The tone he used made you shiver, and you gripped onto his shoulders and readied yourself. Bucky ran his shaft up and down you’re sit and you whined desperately.

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you squeezed your eyes shut and threw your head back. He tapped your cheek with two fingers and said, “eyes on me, princess.” And with that Bucky slowly pushed inside you. The stretch was so deliciously sweet and painful it made you lose your mind. You both gasped at the feeling of him moving further into you.

“Fuck, princess. You’re so tight,” he grits out as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of you. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and your nails raked down his back and he let out a deep moan which made goosebumps raise on your skin.

The sound of skin slapping on skin wasn’t’ as loud as your wails of Bucky’s name and moans. When the tip of him tapped against that spot in you, your eyes rolled to the back of your mind and you squealed, “Bucky right there, oh! Right there!”

Bucky grabbed a hold of the headboard and thrusted harder into you, aiming at that same spot and you felt tears run down the side of face in pleasure. “Fuck, princess. Gripping me like a vice,” he purses his lips as he knocked his hips against yours.

You felt the sheer length of him move in and out of you, your walls embraced him like he was meant to be there in the first place. “Attagirl. Take what I give you, yeah?” He huffed against your ear. The coarse patch of pubic hair that rested at the bottom of his happy trail, rubbed against your clit giving your that nice friction and it made you whine even more.

He pressed a hand against your abdomen and pressed down harder and it made the feeling even better. He saw how you reacted and pressed down harder, and you arched your back at the feeling. With that you felt the climax in you start to rise, “Bucky, I’m so close.” You whimpered as you watched the man wearing the Ghostface mask rut into you expertly.

He threw your legs over his shoulders and rutted into your harder, the band at your core bends and bends until it finally snapped and soon you were coming around Bucky’s cock.

Bucky groaned deeply at you squeezing him tightly, he pulled out and you whined at the loss of the feeling. He was fisting his length at the sight of you post orgasmic bliss and it looked so hot from your perspective. You quickly got on your knees and replaced Bucky’s hand with yours. “Fucking hell, princess,” he ran a hand through your hair and bunched it up at the back of your head. “That’s it, making me feel so good,” he sighed and threw his head back.

He groaned when you parted your lips, the mushroom head of his member inches away from your mouth. He tipped his head back, “fuck I’m so close.” And soon you felt his warm spent spill down your throat. Bucky moaned at the sight, and his chest reverberated deeply when he saw you swallow.

He pushed you down to lay on your back again and he then he laid next to you. You reached up and took of his Ghostface mask so you can his face. “That desperate to see my face? Hmm?” He smirked at your action. You shook your head and chuckled shyly, “maybe.”

Bucky reached up and caressed your face. “You know you’re really pretty right, princess?” You blushed at his comment, “buy me dinner first, Barnes.” Bucky chuckled and then nodded, “are you free this weekend?”

You froze, “you can’t be serious.”

“Well, I kinda am.”

“You are a piece of work James Barnes,”

“Should I take that as a, yes?”

You chuckled and shook your head; you gave him a soft smile.

“I’m taking that as a yes, princess.”

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A fic posted during the midst of exam period?!

I would like to thank @buck-star for helping me with coming up with this idea!

This took a while and it's ALOT, but late night productivity hit me like a freight train haha.

I've one more exam in the next week and I'll be done!

Hope you lovelies liked this!

Lemme know what y'all think of the fic!

Till' then,

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

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i truly wonder if this is enough so people can stop shitting on sebastian for not screaming a big fuck you to the boogeyman while doing his job, you know?

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Grease 2 supremacy

omg i love your pfp, i love michelle pfeiffer in grease 2. also your theme is gorgeous!!

Thank you! @roosterforme and @attapullman also share my grease 2 obsession!

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lewmagoo’s blurb day

i wanted to fill the dash with some blurbs about our favorite lew boys, especially since tomorrow is going to be a stressful and anxiety riddled day for all of us. we could all use an little distraction during this time.

you may choose from any of the prompt lists below! limit to 2 prompts per person. be sure to specify which list you chose from, and if the list has multiple categories, specify which category you're choosing from!

characters to choose from:

bob floyd

rhett abbott

miles miller

ben mears

harrison knott

calvin evans

au pairings: if you want, you can choose from one of my aus:

werewolf rhett

million dollar man rhett

werewolf bob

admiral bob

prompt lists: don't forget to specify which list you're choosing from!

smut

smut pt. 2

whump

hurt/comfort

hurt/comfort pt. 2

fluff & angst

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Demon girls please interact

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Saw you have Bucky Barnes for a request so it really turns him on when you call him Sargent please

This is 😳👀👀 I’ll work on it this weekend! Thank you for sending it in 🫶

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Vampire Bob is a NEED.

🕸mm’s kinktober 2024🕷

Monsterfucking

Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only! MDNI!

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“Come out, come out wherever you are,” Bob’s voice to your right makes your head whip that way in disbelief.

How is he that close already? He had to have started searching before the 2-minute headstart was up.

Or you’re not as fast as you think you are; which is very possible in the moonlit woods.

The light breeze is enough to make you shiver when wearing only a dress, but the looks Bob had been giving you all night had been worth it.

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The Halloween party was a last-minute thing, so there hadn’t been time to get a costume. Bob had suggested he could go as a big, bad vampire and you his little innocent victim.

“Like Eric and Sookie,” he blushed when he suggested it, “you know from True Blood?”

With no other ideas, you agreed…even though you weren’t sure how your sweet boyfriend was going to pull off a dark, dangerous vampire.

Boy, were you wrong. Your mouth had gone dry when he rang your doorbell, wearing all black under a leather jacket.

Your nipples tightened at the hunger in his gaze as he took in your cute Mary Jane’s with ruffled socks, bare legs, and white dress. His perusal paused when he got to your nipples standing at his attention; lines of red staining the virginal fabric between them from the fake bite punctures on your jugular.

“Perfect,” he murmured, licking his lips.

“You even have fake teeth?” You asked, stepping closer for a better look, “Wow, they look so real.”

He’d caught your hand before you could touch the pointed canine. “Ah-ah,” he chastises you with a smile before kissing your wrist, “don’t touch, they’re sharp.”

Rolling your eyes with a giggle, you took his hand and led him down your steps.

The party might have been fun, but he kept distracting you with subtle brushes of his fingers on your bare thigh, the feel of his lips murmuring against your ear to be heard over the music, how he’d run his tongue over the sharp edge of his fake teeth.

All you could think about was how those teeth would feel on the delicate skin of your neck…

“Are you going to let me bite you tonight?” He asked on the walk back to your house, stopping near the woods.

An owl hooted nearby.

“Nope,” you slowly shook your head instead of nodding eagerly like you’d been dying to. He knew it too, by the way his lip quirked. “I’m a good girl, Bobby. Good girls don’t do that.”

“Well then,” he dropped your hand, “you better run.”

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Adrenaline courses through your veins when a branch crunches under his foot less than 10 feet away from your hiding spot under a fallen tree and you fight the urge to run.

“You’re close. I can hear your heart racing,” he pauses and inhales deeply, “and smell how turned on you are.”

A whimper tries to escape your throat as you throb in response but you swallow it down while trying to keep from rubbing your thighs together for some much-needed friction. The basic white panties you put on to complete the innocent look are soaked.

Suddenly there’s movement from behind and you take off running as fast as your Mary Jane’s will take you.

Between your panting and the leaves crunching underfoot, there’s no way for you to hear if he’s behind you and it would be unwise to try to look away from the uneven cobblestone path.

Soon the woods grow thicker and you’re forced to stop as branches begin to scratch your bare legs. Resting with your back against a tree, you slow your breathing and watch for any signs of Bob.

But everything is still; the night is now eerily silent. No rustling animals, no chirping crickets, no fluttering bat wings.

“Bob?” Your voice sounds small and doesn’t carry.

A cold wave of terror washes over you when a hand covers your mouth.

“Don’t scream,” Bob murmurs, pressing your body back into the tree with his hips, making you whimper at the feeling of his erection against your stomach.

The hand not covering your mouth skirts up your thigh and he chuckles lowly when his fingers find the wet material of your underwear.

“I hate to break it to ya, sweetheart,” he licks the tears you didn’t know you were crying from your cheeks, “but good girls don’t get wet panties from being chased in the woods.”

Your eyes roll back as he begins to circle your clit over the cotton.

“Bet you’d let me fuck you right here against this tree, huh?” He gently pinches your clit once before he gathers the soaked material and tugs, ripping it like it was nothing once you nod. He fumbles with his pants for a moment before the blunt head of his cock nudges at your entrance.

“Ready?”

You nod again, looking up at him under wet lashes.

He looks like he’s about to devour you as guides your leg around his waist while you lift the other, crossing your ankles behind his back.

His other hand slides from your mouth to your hair as he pushes inside you, pulling your head back before he dips his head, the two pinpoints of pain from his teeth make you gasp, “Do I get to bite you now that I caught you?”

“Please,” you whine as he bottoms out inside you, offering more of your neck, “do it. Bite me.”

Your mouth falls open with a silent scream at the sudden, searing pain as his teeth sink in.

But before you can think to panic, the pain is gone; replaced by a feeling of utter euphoria.

You cry out weakly, the white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins as he drinks your blood while fucking you roughly is so intense you feel light-headed.

“Not sure what tastes better,” Bob rasps when he finally pulls off your neck, “your blood or your pussy.”

The blood coating his chin catches the moonlight before he captures your lips for a metallic-tanged kiss.

“I’ll have to spend some more time between these thighs before I make my decision,” he continues when he needs to take a breath, “Will you let me eat your pretty pussy? Huh, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you breathe, hardly able to think with how quickly your orgasm is approaching, “whatever you want.”

“Oh I want,” he assures you, angling his hips so his pubic bone catches your clit with each thrust, “but I need you to cum with me first.”

Even though you’re expecting it, the pleasure when he sinks his teeth in again overwhelms you entirely and this time, there’s no holding back your hoarse scream.

Bob growls low in his throat as he follows you over the edge, emptying himself inside you.

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You look in the mirror the next morning in disbelief; your neck is unmarred.

“What’s up?” Bob wraps his arms around your waist before kissing your neck.

“I had the weirdest dream last night…”

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A/N: Well, I tried 🤷🏻‍♀️ not sure if this counts as monsterfucking lol. But I hope you liked vampire Bob!

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😳 I… am a mess.

young ladies shouldn’t waltz with vampires

a/n: happy halloween!!! here's the fic you guys voted on and shaped a few weeks ago

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summary: “so, here’s the thing,” his ocean eyes then flickered in the same manner Steve’s had, mystically bending your mind to his will, “you’re gonna come with us, be ours to play with for the night. You can go home when the sun comes up, but without remembering the time we shared…” 

warnings: vampire!bucky barnes x innocent!reader x vampire!steve rogers, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, historical au (1840s), mind control/vampire compulsion, blood, biting, age gap, ball, dancing, polyamory, threesome, first kiss, kissing, loss of virginity, somno, cockwarming, dirty talk, size kink, pain kink, pussyjob, overstimulation, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, unprotected sex

word count: 3511

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“I have to admit, out of every rose here, you’re the most breathtaking.” 

Glancing up from the table before you, cluttered with crystal glasses brimming with refreshments, your eyes flickered to the man now standing beside you, his own piercing blue stare firmly directed at you and no one else in the buzzing ballroom. 

Your stunned lips parted slightly before the gentleman boldly spoke up again, “how come I’ve never seen you before?” 

Feeling your breath hitch, you managed to babble, “oh, it’s probably because this is my first time at a proper ball. I haven’t really previously been allowed to come stay at my family’s London estate and–, I’m sorry…” you swiftly stopped yourself, sensing the heat that had ridden in your cheeks, “I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this…”

“Well, lucky us that you got let out of your cage and the rest of us finally get to gaze upon your beauty,” he flashed you a dazzling smile before his eyes flickered to someone behind you, “if you’ll excuse me, I see someone I recognise, but would you perhaps grant me the pleasure of a dance a little later?” 

Averting your gaze, a smile tugged at your lips as you uttered, “you’d have to ask my brother.” 

“But I’m asking you,” he dipped down to catch your vision, “would you care to dance with me?” 

Blinking back at him, you couldn’t help but let out the truth.

“Y-yes.” 

As a smile swiftly tilted his lips, the gentleman then bowed slightly before you as he plucked up your gloved hand and pressed his lips to the back of it before disappearing into the merry crowd. 

Feeling slightly dizzy, you finally snatched up the drink you’d originally wandered to this corner of the chamber to fetch. 

Though as you granted yourself a small sip, fingers suddenly grasped your arm and yanked you deeper into a corner. 

“Sister!” you blinked up into your brother’s eyes as he’d evidently spotted you from across the ballroom and, judging by his tone, not approved of what he’d seen, “what in the world do you think you’re doing?”

Ripping your arm free, you furrowed your brows, “what are you talking about? I was just getting some punch.”

“No,” he hissed at a hushed volume, “why were you talking to him?”

A confused scoff then bubbled out past your lips, “I’ve talked to plenty of men at this party, with and without you at my side, so why is he any different?”

“Because, sister,” he leaned down a bit further, “he’s not a man. He’s one of them,” his eyes scanned your own before he spelled it out, “a vampire.” 

Though you’d never previously encountered one yourself, you still weren’t so naive to not be aware of the known influential status such creatures of the night had in the society you lived in. Them being in attendance at a fine ball was nothing compared to the other privileges they had achieved over the centuries. 

“Really?” you couldn’t help but glance back over your shoulder, though didn’t spot the bloodsucker again. 

“God,” your brother groaned quietly, “I know mother and papa have kept you rather sheltered compared to myself, but trust me, you have to stay away from them. They’re monsters, killing is in their nature,” with a hand on your cheek, he guided your gaze back to his, “promise me you won’t speak to one ever again.”

Blinking back at him, you then uttered sincerely, “I promise.”

“Good,” a visible weight then faded from his shoulders as he let go of you and straightened back up to his full height. 

As you stayed on the outskirts of the party, one of your fingers curved to trace the lines of the fine glass still clutched in your grasp. 

Soon your eyes flickered up from the liquid remaining in the goblet and landed on the other guests. Elegant crinoline gowns swooshed and swayed to the music emanating from the small string quartet in the corner, acting as a heartbeat for the lords and ladies of London as they danced the night away. 

“Well, as I live and breathe,” a voice then found not only your brother’s ears, but yours as well. 

Twisting slightly, you watched as a wide grin swiftly stretched your brother’s lips, “Thomas!” he spread his arms out for the redheaded man nearly within his reach. 

As they pulled each other into a tight hug, your brother’s friend chimed in his ear, “how you doing, old chap?” before withdrawing from the embrace, though still kept one palm fast on your sibling’s shoulder. 

“Not bad, not bad–, oh, Tommy,” your brother then suddenly glanced back at you, “this is my little sister,” gesturing betwixt you both, “sister, this is Thomas, we went to boarding school together.”

Extending a hand, you smiled politely, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he shook your palm before casting his gaze back upon your chaperone, “would you mind if I stole your brother for a moment?”

“Uhm,” you glanced to your sibling before uttering, “no, of course not. Go, have fun, catch up.”

And before the pair slipped away, your brother leaned down to whisper in your ear, “be good till I get back,” to which you offered him a nod in return right before they both vanished from your sight and left you alone at the edge of the dance floor. 

Though as you slowly began to wander along the perimeter, your gaze once again affixed upon the sea of swaying pairs in the centre of the ballroom, your gentle stride then abruptly halted as a bulky figure shifted to pass you, though as the stranger attempted to, the two of you collided and the remainder of the drink in your hand splashed across his jacket.

You both froze as you slowly peeled your wide eyes up from the stain of your drink, that lightly dripped from his clothing, and instead flickered up to find the stare of the aristocrat you’d accidentally bumped into. 

���Oh god…” your heartbeat swiftly hammered in your ears, deafening out the elegant music that filled the chamber, “sir, I am so sorry, I-I wasn’t looking at where I was going and–”

“It’s alright,” he hastily put an end to your blubbering as he eyed the soaked patch, “it’ll dry,” he uttered, running a broad palm down over the wetness. Though as his gaze flickered back up to find yours, a slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he then said, “well, spilling your drink on me, the least you can do is offer me your name so that I know who to warn about to the people who actually are precious about their attire.”

“Lady Y/n Y/l/n,” you averted your gaze as your knees bent in a gentle curtsy, “delighted to make your acquaintance, even under the circumstances–, again, I am so incredibly sorry…”

“You’re a lady but with such lack of grace? Well, now I understand why you aren’t on the floor dancing with someone,” he jested in a teasing tone. 

The heat that had already crept up in your cheeks fiercely worsened, “I am a great dancer, I’ll have you know!”

“Oh really?” a smile dazzled his features, “I think I’ll have to see that to believe it,” he spoke as the current song came to an end and he extended a hand out to you, “shall we?”

For a moment, you let your glance flicker about the chamber in search of your brother, though when you couldn’t spot him, you found your own palm thinking for itself and gliding into the man’s standing tall before you. 

Once he’d led you out onto the floor, the palm he slid across your waist, and used to guide you a smidge closer to his own frame, caused a shy gasp to slip past your lips long before your feet began to shift below your poofy plum coloured gown. 

“Well, I guess you weren’t lying after all,” you soon heard him note after you’d danced for a minute, your movements having been nothing short of perfection since the very first step. 

Blinking up at the blonde man holding onto you tight, you finally asked, “what is your name, sir?”

“Lord Steven Rogers,” the title rolled off his tongue as his own gaze kept yours captive, “at your service, my lady.”

“Are you from here? You don’t sound it,” you commented on his accent, “but are you?”

“That’s a good question,” a slight tilt found his head, “London is one of my favourite places and I have spent many of my years here, but it’s not where I’m from, no.”

“So, you’ve travelled a lot?” you asked as he spun you an arm’s length away from himself. 

“You could say that…” he smirked as he twirled you back into his hold, “are you?”

“Am I what?” you found yourself slightly dizzy, though not from the dancing. 

“From London?”

“Well, my family does have a place here, but I haven’t spent much of my time in the city. At least not yet, I’m hoping I can begin to now that I’m grown, though to be quite frank, I have no idea where to start.”

“I could be your guide,” his offer caught you off guard, “it might have been a few years since I last called this city my home, but I still know it like the back of my hand.”

Mouth shyly agape, you simply blinked back at him a second before uttering, “perhaps if my brother came along as a chaperone.”

“I thought you said you were grown,” the tone he used to deliver his teasing seeped directly into your bones and made you thankful of his firm grip on you as the pair of you continued to sway to the music, “a girl asks for permission and can’t be trusted on her own, but a woman however, takes exactly what she desires and doesn’t let anyone or anything stand in her way…” his smouldering stare then briefly dipped before you heard him murmur, “so, what are you? A little girl or a woman?”

“I–…” you blinked back at him, struggling to navigate the exhilaratingly foreign situation you found yourself in. However, before you could stammer any further, the song came to a close and the surrounding couples parted ways. 

Though before you could take even one step back, his hand kept you close a moment longer as he dipped down for his breath to tickle the shell of your ear. 

“Meet me in the garden,” he whispered, causing even more goosebumps to erupt across your skin, “then you can give me your answer...” 

The cool night air kissed your cheeks as your glance flickered away from the candlelit terrace you’d abandoned only moments prior in order to stand beside the bushy mouth of the dark hedge maze further down the expanse of the estate’s garden. Faint music still found your ears as it echoed out the open windows of the grand manor where the ball still boomed. 

Then suddenly, as you were lost in your thoughts of disbelief at what you were doing, just before you could talk yourself into returning to the party, you felt your hand be grabbed before your eyes fluttered up to find the lord you’d been awaiting, his arrival haven been so sudden that it nearly caused you to jump straight out of your skin. 

Without a single word, Steve began to drag you into the maze, far away from any prying eyes and where the darkness could swallow you both whole.

“Where are you taking me–,” you attempted to ask, though as the man then abruptly stopped, what he did next stunned you to your very core. 

Pulling you close, closer than you’d ever been to any man before, he then pressed his lips to your own, sufficiently shutting you up before you could elaborate your question any further. 

The kiss was abrupt, fevered and entirely your first, leaving you dazed and reeling to catch up to the reality, to the dream you were finally expecting.

When Steve finally felt you relax into him, his feet began to shuffle and shift you back till your spine was pressed up against the denseness of the hedge behind you. 

But just as a shy whimper from you vibrated against his tongue and your fingers drifted up to whisper around his silky necktie, the snapping of a twig suddenly found your ears and caused you to jump away from your dance partner. 

Casting your glance over Steve’s broad shoulder, you spotted as the dark-haired gentleman, that your brother had so fiercely warmed you about, slithered out from the embrace of the shadows. 

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” the man smirked, folding his arms across his wide chest as he continued to stare. 

Eyes wide, you then began to stammer, “Steve,” lightly patting your partner’s arm as he hadn’t yet shifted to protect you with an air of understanding, “h-he’s a–” 

“A vampire?” the aristocratic creature raised an eyebrow, “how about you take another look at the lord that just had his tongue down your throat.” 

Your panicked glare then fluttered back to Steve in front of you, however, before you could manage to push him away, his hands flew up to either side of your face and he dipped down to stare into your eyes with an intense you’d never witnessed before, somehow locking you up in his gaze as he then compelled you, “don’t scream,” and under the moonlight, you swore you saw his pupils briefly dilate as his wish slithered into your soul, “stay calm.” 

Continuing to cup your cheeks, Steve then kissed you once again. Even though his previous words had turned you completely docile in his hold, the sensation of his lips as they soon pecked away from your own, on a determined journey down over your jaw, caused you to melt away that much further.

The neckline of your deep purple gown was so wide that it exposed not only your shoulders, but also crept down scandalously low on your chest. 

Your eyes fluttered shut once more as his kisses tickled in their path down your neck, the sensation shooting straight down between your thighs. However, as soon as Steve’s lips were devouring the tender spot where the base of your throat blossomed into your shoulder, a sharp pain suddenly caused your eyes to snap back open as the vampire had sunk his teeth into you. 

You winced slightly as blood began to trickle free, your gaze locked with the other man’s as he took a step forward and closed the gap. Standing directly behind Steve, his hand then raised up to stroke your hair.

“So, here’s the thing,” his ocean eyes then flickered in the same manner Steve’s had, mystically bending your mind to his will, “you’re gonna come with us, be ours to play with for the night. You can go home when the sun comes up, but without remembering the time we shared…” 

Though you’d barely gotten to sleep an hour, you began to stir as the vampire sprawled out in front of your slumbering form kissed down your neck and swiftly sank his fangs into your shoulder. 

Wincing awake and still weak from the blood the two lords had already drained you off, your hiss soon faded into a mumble, “Buck…”

Tilting his chin back a bit, Bucky lapped up the crimson that trickled down from the bite before he whispered, “shh, you can just stay asleep…” and you noticed his hardness straining against you below the covers, “it’s okay, I don’t mind…”

You couldn’t fathom how the vampire still wasn’t satiated after everything that had happened that night, things a lady such as yourself had never dared to even imagine possible. Even now, you were still slotted in between the two naked men under the canopy of a bed in the grand estate they’d taken you to, your virgin blood still staining the sheets, or the little of it that they hadn’t lapped up for themselves to savour. 

Though the restless one before you had stirred you for another taste, Steve was still sleeping like a rock. He was laying directly behind you, his burly chest still pressed up against your spine as earlier, when he’d impulsively tried to stretch out your ass, made the decision to do something about that impossible tightness and have that little hole warm his intimidating girth while he slumbered. It made it difficult, to say the least, for rest to come to you as the sensation of his fat cock plugging you up was nearly too much for you to bear. 

“Oh, what is it?” Bucky chuckled lowly at the wince you let out as he began to nudge his dick against your puffy pussy, “are you sore?” he asked in a mocking tone, grinning wider as you nodded hazily in response, “but you like it, don’t you?” he torturously tapped the weight of his length against the creamy mess between your thighs, the sensation causing both your holes to throb and clench, making Steve’s cock still embedded deep within you seem that much more enormous, “you like it when it hurts, when the sting of pain mixes with pleasure…” he then caught your eye and compelled you, “tell me that you like it.”

“I like it,” you hear the desperate word flow out your lungs, “please don’t stop, please keep hurting me, keep biting me, drink every drop of my blood, use me however you wish, it all feels so good–, ah!” the pleas he’d made you utter were then cut off by a rippling moan as his bulbous tip suddenly caught your entrance and greedily slid back into your warmth. 

The fierce rhythm Bucky swiftly found rocked you so roughly that the movements didn’t just split your poor pussy open as he bucked up into you, but it also caused your frame to shift back against Steve and sink you down that much further on his cock, letting his heavy sack nuzzle tightly against your slick skin. 

As your whimpers filled the room and mingled with Bucky’s own grunts of pleasure, you felt the girth in your ass twitch and rapidly grow painfully hard before the arm the slumbering bloodsucker had slumped around your waist tightened as he stirred with a low rumble directly in your ear. 

“Mmm… having a little midnight snack, are we?” Steve groggily hummed from behind you as he nuzzled his nose into your tousled hair, “you know she’ll pass out soon if we keep drinking like this.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bucky then slid his palm down the length of your arm, plucking up your hand till his lips ghosted against it. However, just as you let yourself hope that he’d just plant a peck upon your palm, his teeth instead pierced the flesh, right below your thumb. Although, the vampire did show some restraint as he only offered you a little nip before ripping your hand away from his mouth and holding it out for his partner to grasp, “here, you look parched,” blood already began to pool like a little puddle in your palm from how it slowly oozes out of the wound. 

Accepting the delicacy, Steve first dragged his silky tongue over the bite, before he let his fangs sink into you with a deep groan, the taste of you only making him harder. As he began to drink from your palm, his hips greedily began to rock, making you tremble between the two lords of the night from the dizzying manner they both now fucked you. 

As your moans filled the night air, Bucky’s fingers found your face in a caress before he leaned in to snuff out your sounds and let you taste the tangy iron of yourself on his tongue. Soon, his kisses began to dance down over the column of your neck, till his face was buried in your heaving tits, leaving a blossoming trail of hickeys to mark his path as he moved down to capture your nipple between his lips.  

“I know we usually only keep our dinner till the morning comes,” Bucky muttered as he nipped at your boobs, only pausing to briefly glance over your shoulder at the man behind you, “but there’s something different about this one, don’t you agree, Steve?” 

“She’s fucking delicious…” you heard him purr in your ear, “maybe you could be more than just a quick bite to eat…” both of their cocks continued to rock in harmony, filling your holes up to more than the brim, “maybe you can be our girl…” 

Sucking in a shaky breath, you tilted your head to catch both of their eyes, “for how long?” 

Keeping his neck tilted, Bucky blinked up at you and uttered, “…forever,” before he buried his teeth into the soft peak of your tit.

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[writtingrose]

ATHIS IS TOO FREAKING GOOOODDDDDD

Winner, Winner - J.Seresin

Summary; a bet between Hangman and Coyote on who they could get in the squad to sleep with them, brings both of your feelings to a head.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Pilot!Reader - Callsign ; Electra

Warnings: 18+ themes, angst central station, fluff , mentions of sex, alcohol, daddy issues, and of death, a-hole hangman & coyote. soft bob & phoenix & some rooster too.

a/n: hi there, me again. back again with my favorite navy pilot. and apparently every fic i write is LONG. Anyways, jake honey i love u. I also love all of you who read this and enjoy my work. happy reading. ps: have tissues handy, you may cry.

The Hard Deck was packed almost like a pack of sardines. A sea of beige Navy uniforms and their spouses. Making your way into the bar, immediately groaning at the heat.

Following behind Phoenix, sending Penny a smile as you slide up to the bar.

She grins looking you up and down. “Hi Pen, just a beer tonight” she nods, pulling it from the fridge beside her, pulling the cap off and tossing it aside.

“Keep the tab open, I’m sure Phoenix will make her way over” she nods, sending you another smile. Pushing through the group of aviators, making it to your own group. “There you are'' smiling shyly, you hold up the beer in your hand.

“Tabs open for you phoenix” she nods, sitting back in the chair as you sit beside her and Bob. “Hi Bob” he smiles, looking over at the rest of the team sat at another table. “What do you think they are whispering about over there?” you ask, looking at Bob with raised brows.

“I have no idea, they didn’t even know I was here til about fifteen minutes ago” chuckling softly, you nod. “Typical” nodding, you sip from the beer quietly. Around the table sat the rest of the members of the team, Hangman, Payback , Coyote and Fanboy.

“Wait wait- You slept with Halo?” Fanboy looks at Coyote who shrugs with his own smirk. “Did it before Hangman '' he nods to the blonde in front of him. Rolling his eyes at the mention of his name he chuckles. “I didn’t even get a chance with that one” he felt eyes on him from the table over. “I have an idea” Coyote says, setting his beer down, putting his elbows on the table to pull the group in closer.

“Who do we think in the group we can get to sleep with Hangman or I?” he raises a brow. “I bet I can get Halo again” he smirks, looking between the rest of his friends.

“Guys, that’s not fair to them.” Fanboy says from his seat, biting his lip. “I bet Hangman gets with Electra '' Payback says without hesitation. Hangman snapped his head over to Payback. “I’m sorry, what? '' Payback smirks. “The tension between you two it’s perfect '' he rolls his eyes, looking between his friends.

Coyote sat with a shit eating grin. “You guys are insane” he sips his own beer. “I think it’s a bet” Jake looks at his friend across from him. You and Jake had an odd relationship. One minute it would be kind words and the next you wanted to slap that shit eating grin off of his face. “Fine, rules?” He looks at his friend.

“Well, how about we make it interesting then? I say, at least two dates, that's only fair. Whoever sleeps with their girl first, gets'' Coyote trails off, thinking.

“$200” he says, Jake nods.

“How long do we have for this?” Jake asks, sitting back in the chair with raised brows. “A month” he chuckles reaching over, shaking Javy’s hand. “Deal”  Javy claps his hands, rubbing them together. “This will be interesting” he mumbles behind his beer.

Jake watches as you play pool with Phoenix, laughing at god knows what. “Bradshaw!” your yelling then, waving over the mustached aviator. “Electra, Phoenix'' he nods, making his way beside you with a grin.

“How nice of you to join us Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw'' your leaning on the pool stick beside him, batting your lashes up at him. “Stop it” Bradley is shoving your shoulder with a laugh.  Sipping the beer in front of you, nodding to Phoenix to take her turn.

“Glad you made it out” smiling at him, you walk around the table. Hangman feels his breath catch at the way you bend over the table, the way the beige khaki made you look even more breathtaking. This is gonna be easy.

Setting the beer down, Jake stands and makes his way to the pool table. “Phoenix” he nods to the raven haired woman, who sends him daggers back. “Electra” looking up through your lashes at the blonde.

Shooting the ball, you stand “That’s game”. Phoenix sighs from the other side of the table. “Bagman” he smirks, leaning against the table beside you. “Darlin, you know that’s not it” licking his lips, looking over your chest, you roll your eyes. “My eyes are up here Ken” his eyes snap to your face, as he meets a smirk on your lips.

“Ken?” nodding, you take the beer from roosters awaiting hands with a grin.

“You are a walking ken doll Hangman, what can I say?” he laughs. “A walking ken doll? I don’t think I’ve heard that one before” smirking behind the beer bottle, you look at phoenix.

“Want to go again?” you motion to the pool table, “Su-” her mouth closes. “I’ll play” Hangman smirks, taking the pool cue from the woman beside him.

“Fine” you grab the triangle to rerack the balls. “Shall we make this interesting?” he asks from the other end of the table.

“Oh and how shall we do that?” you ask with a hand on your hip. “I win, you go out with me” you scoff. Looking over his face he held a seriousness you rarley saw outside of a jet.

“You can not be serious” he shrugs, “as a heart attack”. Watching over his face, you nod. “Fine, but if I win, you finally admit I’m a better pilot” he stops short, watching the smirk on your face.

“Fine” he nods, “fair game”. Walking around the table beside him, you nudge him aside with your hip, “Excuse me”.

Leaning over infront of him, you take the first shot, hitting him in the stomach in the process. He grunts, hand on his knees. Standing back to your full height, nodding to him.

“Your turn” sipping the beer slowly, watching as he takes his next shot. The game went on like that for fifteen minutes. Small flirty one liners falling from his lips as you passed him that you wished didn’t get under your skin.

“That’s game Electra '' pulled from your daydream, you look up at him infront of you. “What?” he's walking to stand infront of you, taking the beer from your awaiting hand. “I believe” he’s leaning closer, you finally take in the smell of his aftershave. He’s whispering, breath fanning over your face. “You owe me a date” you scoff looking over his face. It was written with seriousness. “I guess so” nodding slowly, he winks.

“I’ll be in touch” he walks away, senidng another wink over his shoulder. “Penny darling” he leans on the bar, holding his card out. “Close her and I’s tab, it’s on me tonight” he smirks.

She shakes her head, taking the card out of his hand. Watching him from your spot at te pool table, biting your lip.

Turning to look at Phoenix, she's smirking. “What the fuck just happened?” you ask. She shrugs with a chuckle. “I believe you now have a date with Hangman ''groaning, you fall beside her in the chair putting your head head on her shoulder. “Jake Seresin does not do dates, I know enough” you admit. “I’d go on a date with literally anyone else, but Jake?” she smirks, looking at you with a shrug.

“I mean a deal is a deal” sighing, you nod. “I guess you are right”. Sipping your beer as even over the music, you can hear the snickers from the peanut gallery at the other table. “They remind me of a group of teenage girls,” she shrugs. “They are'' you laugh, nodding. “Wanna head back?” you ask, standing from the chair. Patting your pockets, pulling out some cash.

“Probably best,” she nods following you to the bar. “Pen!” Penny makes her way to you with a smile. Handing her the cash, she shakes her head. “Hangman took care of it” furrowing your brows, you nod slowly. “Oh he did?” you ask, she nods with a smile. Nodding you shove the cash into the tip jar as Penny shakes her head. “Thank you” she mouths, waving as you follow Phoenix out of the bar.

The morning sun was hot against the tarmac. “Good morning aviators'' Maverick grins at the team in front of him. “After the uranium mission, the Navy needs you again” he’s pacing in front of the group.

“Hence why we are all still here” he nods. “Enemy lines this time with more trained pilots in even more equipped planes" you can feel Hangman's eyes on you from his spot few steps away. “I want to do some more dog fighting. This is going to be a combat mission” looking over you make eye contact with Jake as he grins and sends you a wink. “Hangman, Electra, Fanboy and Payback, you are up first” you smirk.

“Perfect” mumbling to yourself, walking to the F-18 just a few feet away. You smile, climbing up the ladder as Phoenix sends you a grin and thumbs up, Bob beside her doing the same.

Strapping yourself in, pulling the helmet over your head as the canopy closes slowly. The summer sun made the jet even more hotter. You could feel Hangmans eye's, making your skin burn hotter. Making way down the runway, you send the men on the ground a nod and salute. You were in the air in seconds.

“Hangman, you are Electra’s wingman, remember, this is going to be a heavy combat dog fight. These people do not care about anything but getting the job done” Maverick’s voice is in the comms, Jake laughing in his own comm. “Got it” he nods, strapping his mask on.

“Fanboy, how are we lookin?” you can hear the mumbling through the comms. “Maverick is low right,” he mumbles, looking down at the F-18 soaring just below you.

“I’m going after him” Hangman says, veering left and away from your right side. Rolling your eyes, you continue moving through the mountain side. The dogfight was combat based, fighting through the moutians to avoid lock on yourself. “Electra!” Payback says, as you move beside him. “Payback, you go right and I'll go left okay?” he nods, “now!” you yell, missing the lock on both yourself and Payback.

“Electra'' Maverick says, “Where’s your wingman?” you cant help but to roll your eyes. “Looking at himself in the mirror I’m sure” you spit gritting your teeth. The dog fight had continued on. “Payback, Fanboy that is a kill” Maverick says after about 10 minutes.

Flying your way through the sky to get away from Maverick, your panting. “Hangman! A little help!” your yelling into the comms, and can practically hear his eye roll. “You got it Electra, I got eyes on ya” he mumbles. Soon, your jet alerts you of the lock. “That’s a kill” slamming your hands against the glass, you sigh. The comms fall silent for the next few minutes. “Electra! I could use some help here” looking up, you smirk.

“Leave a message bagman, I'm dead asshole” you mumble, flying back to the base. “That’s a kill Hangman” you miss the curses on the other end of the comm from the southerner. You sigh in delight as the canopy opened as a slight California breeze made its presence known.

“What the fuck was that?!” stepping down on the pavement, you turn to face Hangman. “I’m sorry?” you ask. “You were there to help me!” he says, panting. The anger was clear on his face. “You were my wingman and you let me get killed!” you seeth. “You left your wingman. As you always do Bagman” shoving his shoulder, you push past him. “Electra!” he yells after you. He’s running, the sound of his gear is not quiet as he comes beside you.

“El, I’m sorry!” he yells, stopping a few feet behind you. This gains the attention of the rest of the squad. “Is he apologizing to her right now?” Bob leans over whispering to Phoenix.

She leans back to whisper back, “I can’t believe this is happening.” Bob nods in agreement. “What?” furrowing your brows, you turn to face him. He stops in front of you, trying to catch his breath. “I’m sorry okay?” he sighs, looking anywhere but at your face.

“I can’t believe Jake Seresin is apologizing to me right now” you chuckle with a shake of your head. He shrugs with a sheepish smile. “Learn to be a team player Hangman'' he's watching intently as your eyes avoid him completely. He wouldn't admit how badly it hurt him that you wouldn't even look at him.

“I thought after everything we’ve all gone through with almost losing Rooster and Maverick, you’d actually be a wingman. I will accept your apology but actions speak louder than words" picking up your gear as you move past the rest of the team to make your way inside.

Standing under the cold shower in the locker room was a blessing. Closing your eyes with a sigh and completely immersing yourself under the stream of cold water. Washing the day off your body slowly as you replayed what happened in your head.

And yet the man wanted to take you out on a date after the way he treated you. Shaking the thoughts from your brain, turning the shower off and pulling the towel from beside you.

Pulling on the pieces of clothing you had shoved into the locker, pulling your belongings out as you go. Tossing the towel into the dirty bin, making your way out of the locker room. You just wanted to go home. “Electra” his soft southern drawl was always a weakness for you, as much as you hated to admit it. Turning to face him, adjusting the bag on your shoulder as he lets his eyes do a pass over your body.

“I am sorry” he admits, looking at you with sincerity in his eyes. “I told you I accepted your apology” he nods, shoving his hands into the back pocket of the Wrangler jeans he wore.

“So, about that date” he’s got the signature smirk on his lips as you scoff. “I can not believe you right now” he chuckles, pushing off the wall to move closer. “I’m sorry, I am” nodding slowly, you encourage him to continue. “I can’t help that I want my end of the deal” chuckling, you nod. “Pick me up later around 7 alright?” looking over his face for another moment, you make way down the hallway.

He smirks, nodding. “You got it Darlin!” he yells after you, a small smile making its way to your lips.

At 7pm sharp a knock made its way through your home. Looking at the green numbers on the stove, you smile. Opening the door, Jake stood with a small bouquet of daisy’s. “Wasn’t sure if you were a flower kind of girl but” smiling, you take the bouquet from him. “Thank you Jake” you motioned him in, taking the flowers to the kitchen to grab a vase. “So, where are we going for this excruciating date?” filling the vase, you put the flowers in and set it on the island in the kitchen.

“I’m keeping that a secret'' he admits, leaning against the doorframe. Turning, you finally get a good look at him. He wore a simple black t- shirt with a pair of dark wash Wrangler jeans. A black cowboy hat to match. He truly did look good.

“(y/n), you with me?” his voice pulls you from the daydream. Nodding, you smile.

It takes a second before it hits you. He used your name and not your callsign.

“Did you just call me (y/n)?” he chuckles, nodding. “I mean we are going on a date, this is not work” nodding slowly, making your way to him. “Then let's go, Jake” he feels the heat making its way to his cheeks.

He liked the way his name fell from your lips. He kept trying to remind himself, this was an easy $200. He knew he could get even the most stubborn woman on the squad to sleep with him.

“Let’s go then” he nods, holding his arm out to you. 

“Why are we at a bar?” you look over at him from the passenger seat of his truck with a sigh. “Have you ever learned to line dance darlin?” pulling the aviator from his eyes he sends a wink your way.

“Jake, I fly planes for a living do I look like I line dance?” he chuckles, climbing out of the truck, making his way over to your side, opening the door and holding a hand out to you. “Well you are going to learn tonight” he grins.

Taking his hand, you slide out of the truck. “I can’t believe you brought me here for a date” you are following beside him, he grins. “It’s a fun learning experience” he admits, holding the door open for you.

Once inside, the music is flowing so naturally. A sea of cowboy hats and the click of boots on the hardwood floor. You almost enjoy the change of pace compared to the usual sea of khaki. The smell of beer was familiar too. “I need a shot at least before I go and embarrass myself” you look over at Jake, he grins.

“You got it” he grabs the hand closest to him, pulling you through the crowd behind him. You stood beside him, looking around the bar.

Watching everyone on the floor dance to the country music that rolled through the speakers. “Your shot m’lady” he holds the glass out with a smirk. Taking it with a smile as you shot it back with a grin. Jake smirks, taking back his own shot.

“Alright c’mon” he’s taking your hand again, pulling the two of you to the dance floor. “Just follow what we do okay?” he asks, a smirk on his lips. You nod your head with a laugh, he smiles. “Just follow me darlin'' he winks. A second later the opening notes of Big and Rich’s “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy '' play over the speakers.

He smirks, “I love this song”. 

Laughing beside him, you follow the moves he continued to do, swaying your own hips as the crowd did the same. Following as they turned and clapped. “You got it!” he yells over the music, laughing as you look at him with the biggest smile.

He ignores the feeling in his chest. Holding his hand out, you take it. Pulling you into his chest as the two of you swayed to the music, you were leaning closer to him. “And sang her every WIllie Nelson song I could think of” you sang as he held your body to his.

“And we made love” you sang, taking the hat off his head, putting it on your own. “Oh darlin” he shakes his head with a grin, stopping you from going too far from him, spinning you back into his chest.

He had to admit your laugh was siren song to him.

He never really heard you laugh or seen you smile this much before. He selfishly pulled his phone from his back pocket, snapping a quick photo of you in his hat. You wanted to hate the date, to never have to think about it or Hangman again. He made that hard as he smiled at you, the two of you chest to chest.  

A genuine smile. 

Sitting in a tiny booth in the back of the bar, you laugh softly.

“Wait, Coyote slept with Halo?” you ask, sipping the beer infront of you. He nods with a laugh. “He never shuts up about it” he admits, his own smile. “Huh” nodding slowly, licking your lips. “You and Coyote have been friends a while?” he nods, sipping his own beer. “He was my only friend at Top Gun. Graduated my number two” looking over your face, he smiles.

You sat with his hat on, picking at the fries in the basket.

“Coyote graduated number two?” he nods. “I feel like I am learning so much information” mumbling, you ate another fry. “What about you and Phoenix?” you smile. “We were the only women in our class, we relied on one another very early on. Plus I knew she was badass and us badass women stick together" he nods, chuckling. “What's the deal with her and Rooster?” He lets curiosity get the best of him.

You laugh, “we all kinda got close, he flirted with her but nothing more than that” you shrug as he nods. “How did you get your call sign?” you ask. He doesn’t miss the twinkle in your eye. Sipping his own beer he shrugs. “I didn’t play well with others, I knew I was the best,” he mumbles. “I also left everyone out to dry,” he nods, looking back at you.

Nodding slowly, he watches as you eat another fry. “I see” nodding, you sip from your own beer. “How did you get yours?” he asks. Picking at the fries in front of you, licking your lips. Without hesitation you say, “Daddy issues”. He chokes on his beer, “What?” smirking, you look up at him through your lashes.

“Okay partially” you admit. “Okay-I" he stutters, you laugh as you sip the beer. “I’m the best” shrugging, you continue “I complete everything in record time but also efficiently, like electricity”.

He nods slowly. “Daddy issues?” he asks.

“Electra was a greek goddess who in short, hated men” you say eating another fry. He chuckles. “So you hate men?” he asks. You shrug smirking, “only a few”. 

Walking to your front door, he follows behind. You turn to face him, back against the door. “Here” taking the hat off your head, standing on your tiptoes to place it back on his head. He smiles, "Thank you”. Nodding, you pull out your keys. “Jake” turning to face him, he raised his brow. “I did actually enjoy tonight” he smirks.

“I know how to treat a lady, contrary to popular belief” you smile. “I had no doubt, you just don’t do it for long” he nods. “Wanna do this again?” he asks, leaning against the door frame in front of you. Biting your lip as you lean up to place a kiss on his cheek. “Possibly” opening the door, you look over your shoulder to send him one last wink before the door shut.

That $200 was starting to feel a little less worth it.

-

“So” Coyote stands beside Jake. “So?” he asks, looking over at Javy, pulling his aviators down to look at him. “Halo and I went out last week” Jake grins. “So did Electra and I” he shrugs.

“That $200 is smellin pretty good” Coyote smirks, making his way to the team. The beach was packed with aviators. “Dogfight football, the best way to bond” Hondo smirks. “Let’s play ball” he blows the whistle, dropping the football and moving out of the way.

Running down the beach, Rooster has the ball, looking frantically. “Roos!” yelling, you hold your hands up. Sporting the small pair of biker shorts and bikini top was not helping Jake keep his eye on the prize. It has been a little over a month since the first date, two other dates in that month between depending on schedules.

Jumping to grab the ball, you weave between each aviator. Laughing as you toss the ball into the sand. “Touchdown!” Hondo yells, blowing the whistle. It became tradition to play a game of dogfighr football before any big mission.

The next mission was approaching quickly. Looking over your aviators biting your lip, Jake did look good. Moving into position he made sure he was in front of you. He winks at you behind his own aviators. Hondo blows the whistle, pushing against his body you try to get Phoenix’s attention.

As you make it down the beach she notices then, throwing the ball. Going to catch the ball, your body is then thrown into the sand. A hard body colliding with yours. With a groan, you look up at Jake hovering over you as he smirks. “No can do,” he whispers.  The tension between the two of you was not missed by the team as they cheered for Bob, who made the winning touchdown.

He stands, holding a hand out, pulling your body off the sand. “Thanks” you push past him, making your way to the group with a laugh. Coyote smirks at his best friend, rubbing his fingers together, mouthing “money baby, money”.

Jake sighs, following the group into the Hard Deck.

“Hey! You are all covered in sand” Penny groans. “Sorry Pen” Rooster sighs, looking at her with his signature puppy dog eyes. “It’s fine, please dont get it on the carpet" she shakes her head wih a smile. Jake grabs your hand, pulling you from the group.

“Can we talk?” he asks, looking over your face. The sun brought out your freckles. Nodding, you follow him outside. “I’m sorry” he admits, looking out at the ocean, avoiding your eyes. “Why are you sorry?”  he sighs. “I shouldn’t have done that to you out there, that was a bit aggressive” nodding, you stand beside him. “Hangman” your voice was soft, comforting to him. “It’s okay, I’m not hurt okay?” rubbing his arm soothingly, he nods.

“Alright” he looks over, smiling down at you. “I won't lie you look absolutely amazing” he smirks. The sand on your skin decorated with sweat, you were still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He can feel the eyeroll from behind your aviators.

“You don't look too bad yourself Seresin” he's leaning down kissing your forehead.

Both of you freeze. It was something so simple but felt so intimate.

You smile as you pull him closer, kissing his cheek just like you did the night of the first date. “Was that weird?” he asks, bringing a smile to your lips. “No, I liked it” you shrug as he smiles. “Alright then” putting an arm around your shoulder, he pulls you into his side.

“Wanna come over tonight? I’ll make ya somethin” he’s looking down at you. “You are gonna cook for me?” he nods. “Jake Seresin” you gasp with a smile hand on your chest. You nod, “I’d like that,” he smirks. 

Jumping, you notice Phoenix’s reflection in the bathroom mirror. “What is going on?” She asks, arms crossed over her chest. “What?” you toss the papertowel into the trash, turning to face her. “You and Hangman?” you shrug. “We’re getting along,” she nods slowly.

“He seems to be getting really" she trails off, "mushy with you”. You chuckle, looking at your best friend as she moves closer. “I just want you to be careful okay?” nodding, you smile. “Aw, you care about me” she rolls her eyes, slapping your shoulder. “You know I do" she says as you nod, smiling. “I know. He’s tolerable when he’s not flying a plane” she nods, “whatever you say”.

The table is crowded, Fanboy and Payback sit down first, Coyote joining seconds later. “So, who’s winning?” Fanboy asks, looking between Coyote and Hangman. “Me,” Coyote says, looking at Jake with a smirk. “Halo and I are on date 3, maybe even sheets tonight” he smirks. “How about you Hangman?” Payback asks, looking at the blonde.

“Electra and I are also on date 3. Sheets, debateable” he mumbles, sipping on his glass of lemonade. “Hm, seems like that $200 is gonna be worth the fight” Payback says.

Bob wanted to ignore the conversation, he wanted to act like he didn’t stop to listen in at the mention of your name. He moves away from the conversation slowly, he knows he didn't want his presence to be known. He also knows the group of aviators had no idea he heard what they were talking about.

Bob places himself between you and Phoenix, a worried look on his face. “Bob?” you question, looking over his face. “I’m okay,” he smiles. Nodding you watch as he fiddles with a loose fabric on his shorts.

“El” Jake is standing beside you, hand on the back of the chair. “Wanna head out?” he asks, as you nod. “Sure” standing, you look at your two best friends, both shooing you off. “Bye” waving as Jake takes your hand, leading you out of the hard deck.

“What’s going on with you?” Phoenix questions her back-seater. “I-I don’t think Electra should be getting-” he bites his lip, thinking over his words. “I don’t think she should be getting so close to Hangman'' he admits. She nods slowly, “I know”. She leans back in the chair, sipping her own glass of lemonade. 

“Can I shower?” you ask once the two of you make it back to his place. Looking up at the blonde, he grins. “Of course, go ahead” he nods towards the stairs of his home. You have to admit, it was a beautiful, simple home.

Biting your lip, stopping at the end of the steps. You debate your next words. Deciding against it, you make your way up the steps. Jake noticed your hesitancy but chose to ignore it.

Walking down the hall slowly, you smile. Jake had photos of his family, nieces and his parents. You stop at one, smiling. Jake and Coyote at their own Top Gun graduation. Making it to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

You lean over to turn on the faucett. Stepping in to the cold stream of water, you sigh in delight. The cool water felt amazing against your skin, already feeling the sunburn. Closing your eyes, you let your thoughts run wild.

You wanted to invite him in the shower with you, take that step. Shaking the thoughts from your head, you coninute to wash the sand off your body.

“Don’t mind me” Jake mumbles, the door opening slowly. “I uh, brought you some clothes to put on” you peek out the curtain, he smiles shyly. “Thanks,” you say, as he nods.

“Don't use all my good body wash either” he warns. “But it smells so good!” you yell after him as he chuckles, shutting the door.

Climbing out of the shower, stopping short at the clothes folded neatly on the toilet seat. Noticing the Naval academy shirt, you pick it up, holding it up. You can’t help the smile to grow on your face.

Walking down the steps, Jake’s ears perk up at the sound of the stairs creaking. “Was it a good shower?” he asks, his back to you. Looking him up and down, biting your lip. He stood at the stove, a pair of sweatpants hang low on his hips, opting to forgo a shirt.

“You know it’s dangerous to cook without a shirt” smirking, you cross your arms over your chest. He looks up at the sound of your voice, opening and closing his mouth.

“I-I did not think that through,” he admits pointing the spoon at you, turning back to the stove. “What?” you push off the wall to make your way beside him. Jumping up to sit on the counter beside him, swinging your legs.

“You look so good in that shirt, better than I do” he admits, looking at you. Smirking, you pose beside him as he laughs. “Don’t let it get to your head now” he mumbles, stiring the vegetables. “What are you making?” you ask, humming at the smell. “Thought we could do a stir fry?” he turns to look at you with a smile.

“Sounds delicious” you smile. The kitchen falls silent then, a comfortable silence. You slide off the counter, grabbing your phone from the table, humming.

“Whatcha up too?” he asks. You do selfishly snap a photo of him, what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Smirking, you may have peeked at his own playlist, stealing a few songs.

Donna Summer’s “Hot Stuff” began playing through your phone speakers. He’s laughing in seconds as you dance around his kitchen, singing along to him.

Setting down the spoon he was using he's turning to face you with a smile. “Dance with me Seresin!” he laughs, taking your hands as you sang to him. “Gotta have some love tonight” you sang, squealing as he's pulling your body into his.

“I need some hot stuff” he sings along in your ear. Your back to his chest as he guides your hips to sawy with his. Laughing, he spins you out and back into his chest. He dips your body with a smirk. Biting your lip, looking between the green of his eyes to his soft pink lips. He notices, smirking. The two of you leaning closer as he connects your lips.

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him as he pulls the two of you back up to stand. His hand on the back of your head, tangling in your hair to get your lips closer.

In all the years you have known Jake Seresin, you never expected to be kissing him in his kitchen wearing his shirt. Jake’s tongue swipes along your bottom lip, you moan against his lips. He groans, pulling away slowly. Resting his forehead against yours, his eyes falling closed as he nudges your nose with his own.

“Not bad,” he whispers, smirking as he chuckles. “Shush” he nudges your nose again, his own smirk on his lips. The ping of his phone pulls the two of you apart, grabbing it from the counter, his heart sinks.

COYOTE: I’m thinking if I need cash or a check ;).

Jake sets the phone aside. “You okay?” then he’s pulled from his thoughts at the sound of your voice. He nods.

“Yeah yeah” he types a quick reply.

HANGMAN: We are gonna need to talk about this, see you tomorrow.

He ignores the ellipses that follows.

-

The week flew by, the mission was now staring the team in the face. Standing in the middle of the ocean on the carrier, you sigh. Looking over the railing at the ocean, no matter how many times you were on a ship, it never got easier.

“Electra?” standing to your full height, you smile at Bob. “Hey Bob” he smiles, walking closer to you. “Can I ask you something?” you nod as he leans beside you, sighing. “Are you really into Hangman?” he asks, there's a hesitancy in his voice. Biting your lip, you look over at the WSO. “I-I don’t actually know Bob” you say, hesitating. “Why?” you ask, he shrugs.

“I guess it’s strange to see you two now, together. Before it was you and him practically ripping eachother apart” nodding, biting your lip. “It’s weird isn’t it?” you ask as he nods. “I want the best for you Electra, I don’t-I don’t want to pry” shaking your head, resting a hand on his arm.

“Your concern means the world to me Bob” he nods, biting his lip. “Okay” he puts a hand ontop of yours, giving it a squeeze. “I’ll see you soon okay?” he nods, watching as you make your way inside.

Walking along the narrow hallway, you can hear the mumbling of voices. “I gave you a month Seresin” Coyote's voice was hushed but clear as day in the quiet hallway. Stopping around the corner, you can't help your curiosity listening to the two of them. “I know, I know. The bet’s off Javy, I’ll give you the cash and move on” Jake sighs, shoving a hand into his pocket.

He felt his stomach drop. “You are giving up that easily?” Javy asks in surprise, a smirk then making its way to his lips. 

“You didn’t get her to sleep with you” Jake sighs. “Javy,” he shakes his head. “I can’t believe I beat you” Jakes counting the twenties. “The $200 wasn’t worth it” he mumbles between counting.

“Did you fall in love with her or something?” Shoving the cash in his hand, he looks at Coyote. “Does it matter if I did?” Javy notices you then, swallowing nervously as he looks over Jake's shoulder.

“$200 fucking dollars?” you ask hurt evident in your voice, Jake closes his eyes. You knew things with Jake were a bit too good to be true. “I was $200 dollars in your wallet?” Jake turns to face you and he feels like he’s been stabbed, the knife being twisted.

Tears made their way down your cheeks, wiping them quickly with a sigh. “El no” he makes his way to you quickly. “I was a fucking bet Jake Seresin? '' you ask. "No (y/n), please let me explain" you scoff, shaking your head. "You are exactly what the say Jake, a playboy who'd rather get the notch on the belt than an actual relationship" shaking your head as you back away from him.

“No, please listen to me” he’s moving closer. “It meant nothing to me (y/n)” he’s pleading now, tears in his own lash line. “Clearly" you chuckle, looking between both men. "As you are giving Coyote his winnings" you spit. "And god forbid you didn't sleep with me!” he sighs, trying to take your hands in his. "It was more to me than that (y/n)" he's moving closer, watching as you shake your head.

Getting close enought, he stops as your hand connects with his face. Closing his eyes, he sighs. “I deserved that '' you chuckle, nodding. “Yeah, yeah you did bagman” pushing past the two aviators, you stop at the end of the hall.

“You are just a real winner aren't you Jake?” he closes his eyes as he looks away from you.  Your voice dripped with Venom. “I expected better from you Coyote. I hope it was worth the $200 you put another innocent woman through to get” he sighs. 

Phoenix is stepping out of her quarters as you pass, she notices the tears on your face. “Hey hey El'' she reaches out to stop you, grabbing the arm closest to her. Turning to face her, she notices the tears as they roll down your cheeks. “What is it?” she’s pulling you back into her quarters, shutting the door.

“I was a bet” you look up at her between sobs, she furrows her brows, then she sighs.

“That asshole” she mumbled to herself. Sitting on the chair, you sniffle wiping your face. She looks at you with sympathy.

“He actually made me love him,” you whisper, voice cracking. “Oh honey” she's beside you instantly, holding you against her chest. You felt awful crying into Phoenix's chest. She warned you about this, and yet, you ignored her warning.

You should’ve known better than to let the smooth green eyed pilot in so closely. “I’ve got you” she’s rubbing your back in soothing circles. In the years the two of you knew each other, she saw you this way one other time and it killed her. She hated to see your brave face torn down by him.

She’s crouching in front of you, cupping both cheeks.

“Listen to me” she’s holding your face. “Jake Seresin is an asshole” you chuckle as she smirks. “He’s an asshole who let you fall in love with him. You are the most badass woman in the Navy" you smile sadly at your best friend. She continues "and one of the best pilots the Navy as ever seen (y/n)” you smile against her hands, nodding.

“And you are gonna get that promotion after this mission, rub it in his face” you smile, laughing.  “There she is'' she grins, standing to her full height. Wiping your cheeks, you nod with a smile.

“I appreciate you Trace'' she smirks, looking at you, hands on her hips. “You know it (Y/L/N)” holding her hand out to you as you take it, “Now we’re gonna kick some ass” she grins.

Bob sends you a sympathetic smile as you follow beside Pheonix into the debriefing room. “You okay?” he’s whispering, reaching out to give your arm a squeeze. ”As always Bob” smiling, you nudge his shoulder gently.

“Aviators” Cyclone stands at the front of the room, hands on his hips. “We are t-minus one hour til we send you into enemy lines” you can feel Jake's eyes bore into the back of your head.

“You are air support to the team on the ground who are infiltrating the base” Maverick says. “You are all amazing pilots, you prove it time and time again" Cyclone says, "let’s bring you all home safely” Maverick adds. Nodding, you take a deep breath.

Jake watches as you walk past him, Phoenix sending daggers towards him. “Electra” your body stiffens. Phoenix stops, looking between the two of you. “Go” you nod, turning around to face him. “Hangman” he cringed slightly, he hated the way your voice dripped with hate put also pain.

“Can I just please explain myself?” he’s moving closer, looking down at you. The way your tear stained cheeks stared back at him. It made his heart hurt more.

“I should slap you again” you seeth. “I am more than a bet” he nods, looking at you. “I know that, I-I should have never agreed to it” you chuckle darkly. Looking over his face as it held nothing but seriousness. “I am a pilot in the Navy, I fly into death everyday” you whisper stepping closer to be chest to chest with him. “But yet, it hurts more knowing I was a flimsy $200 bet” he nods, looking at the anger written on your face.

“I could take anything else Hangman, I take enemy fire. I can take the doubts from superiors who doubt my ability because I'm a woman." you seeth, looking over his face. He's biting his lip, he's never seen you this angry before. "But yet, I let you in and let you weasel your way into my heart just to bestabbed in the back” his heart breaks more.

“(Y/N), I know I should have never agreed to the stupid bet, Coyote was on about how he could sleep with Halo-” holding your hand up, you stop him. “He did this to Halo too?” nodding, he watches your face change. “He better tell her or I will do it myself” he nods.

“I fell in love with you (Y/N)” walking towards the the door, you stop in the frame, turning to face him.

“You should have thought about that before you used me for a fucking bet.” You turn away from him, biting your lip.

“Good luck” mumbling over your shoulder, walking into the hallway.

Running your hand along the jet, checking the checklist in your head. Missing the approaching footsteps. “El”  looking over at Coyote, narrowing your eyes behind your aviators.

“Lieutenant Machado” he sighs, hands on his hips.

“I’m sorry” you nod looking back at him. “Did you tell Halo you won?” he nods slowly.

“I didn’t realize Jake fell in love with you” he admits as you shrug. Moving closer to him, you sigh. “I hope you both realize your faults. We are not objects. Halo and I are just as good, even better than you two” he nods.

“Use that money and buy her something to apologize.'' he smiles shyly. “I’m gonna ask her out officially, once i apologize forever” smirking, you nod. “As you should, now please go” you whisper.

He nods, making his way to his own F-18. Strapping yourself in, you close your eyes, sighing heavily as the canopy closes. “We are clear for takeoff, on your count” Cyclone sends each of you off.

“Let’s get home safely,” Maverick says over the comms.

“Bob, do you have anything?” you ask, flying beside him and Phoenix. “Nothing yet” he latches the mask into his helmet. “How about you Fanboy?” Hangman's voice is calm over the comms. His heart racing miles a minute. “I have a bogie, about eight miles out” Fanboy says, looking out the window beside him.

“Electra, I have two more bogies, 6 miles” you nod. “Spread out, let's give em hell” you smirk. You veer to the right, flying above the two pilots now beside Hangman. He looks over, watching as you mostly concentrate on the boagies.

He felt his racing heart ease with you beside him. 

“Coyote, I really need some help here!” Hangman grits his teeth, his strained. “I’m comin man” Coyote replies. You smirk, getting a lock on the jet following Hangman. “No need” veering left away from them as the missile collides with the plane. A parachute left seen through the smoke.

The fight continued between the team. “Rooster!” your voice filled with panic. “C’mon man, I can’t fight this guy myself” your doing everything to get away from the pilot. “Electra, I need you to go through the mountains, I’ll meet them on the other side” you nod, panting into the comms.

“You better be Rooster god damn it” he chuckles softly to himself. He kept his word, flying through the mountain as you flew past him, smoke in the air and one less enemy plane. “You know I got you El” he smirks beside you. The comm line was quiet before Hangman's voice breaks through “I’ve lost the right engine!” breaking in and out.

“I’ve been hit, I repeat” he’s trying to stop the fire, looking around at all the enemy planes on his sides.

“I’ve lost the left engine”. he's attempting to put the fire out, restarting the right engine.

His heart is racing, looking everywhere for the one person who could make it better. “I’ve lost control!” it was matter of minutes before his jet began spinning.

“Electra” his voice is pleading. He's on the verge of tears as he continues over the comms, "Electra, I am so sorry."

Your can feel your heart breaking.

“You need to eject Hangman!” your yelling, pushing more G’s to get closer to him. “I can't do this Electra” he’s mumbling, watching as his altitude is lower and lower. “Yes you can Jake Seresin, you need to eject!” closing his eyes, he’s pulling the ejection handles.

In a matter of seconds he’s out of his jet, parachutes erupting into the sky like fireworks.

Watching as his body falls into the ocean below, you have no idea if he made it out alive. “Dagger team, return to the carrier” the team says, coming in static as you follow beside Rooster.

Flying mindlessly, letting your eyes continue to drift down to the ocean below.

“We need rescue” you mumble into the comms. “We’ll take care of it Lietuenant (Y/L/N)”. Once landed, you close your eyes at the sun once the canopy opens. You miss the way Maverick makes his way to your side.

“We have search and rescue out for him” jumping, you look down at Maverick. Nodding, you climb down the ladder with a sigh.

“Can someone please inform me when you find him?” he nods, hand on your shoulder. “It’s gonna be alright, okay?” you smile sadly. He sends you a sympothetic smile, making his way back inside. Walking towards the door, you run into a hard chest, stumbling slightly as two hands catch you.

“El” your looking up at Rooster, who sends you a comforting smile. “Is it bad I’m terrified he’s dead?” you ask before you can stop yourself. He shakes his head. “No it’s not, as much of a pain in the ass he is, Hangman makes up this team” you nod, taking a deep breath as your head connects with his chest.

He’s wrapping his arms around you tightly. “It’s all gonna be alright” he’s mumbling. Nodding, you wrap your own arms around his waist. “Electra!” pulling away, you look at Coyote. “Javy,” he’s panting, moving closer he's pulling you against him. “It’s gonna be alright okay? H-He’ll be okay” his voice shakes, you’ve never heard him so upset. “Of course he will, it’s gonna take more than that to get Jake Seresin down” he nods looking down at you.

“He begged for you” you nod, resting a hand on his arm as your own voice shakes. “I know and if they don't find him" stopping yourself, looking up at Javy. "I wont be able to live with myself" he nods, hugging you tighter. “Let’s go inside okay? Maverick is gonna let me know anything” you say as he nods, making his way inside.

Looking out at sea one last time, you follow behind.

Forty eight hours.

It took them forty eight hours to find Jake and his plane. You are then standing in Mavericks office, staring out the window. The tarmac lined with F-18s. You hug Jake's flight jacket tighter to your body.“Lieutenant (Y/L/N)” turning around, you face a smiling Maverick.

“He’s on his way home” the tears prick your lash line.

“He’s coming home Electra" he makes his way closer to you. "C’mon chopper should be landing any minute” nodding, you follow closely behind him.

The leather bomber jacket was comforting to you. Coyote gave it to you as the two of you sat together hours before.

“I found Jake’s jacket” looking at him, you furrow your brows. “Which jacket?” he pulls the leather jacket out. “His flight jacket” you smile, holding a hand out to him as he hands it to you. Tracing the stitching of his patches sewn in. Before you know it, you are pulling it over your shoulders.

It smelled like him. “I’m mourning him like we were married” you mumble. Coyote shrugs, “you guys did fight like one” narrowing your eyes at him, he holds his hands up in defense. He smiles nodding, “Jake would want you to have that.” nodding, you pull it tighter around you.

“You with me?” Maverick asks from beside you. Standing on the landing strip, you nod. Pulling the aviators over your eyes, watching as the helicopter makes its landing. Shoving your hands into the pockets of the flight jacket, you watch as a team of medics make their way to the helicopter.

“He’s home Electra” looking up at Maverick, you nod eagerly.

The stretcher seemed so far away, he seemed so far away. “Go ahead” jogging to catch up with the nurses, you pull the aviators off your eyes, smiling sadly at the pilot. He was unconscious but still looked like Jake.

A few scrapes and a busted lip but he was Jake. “Jesus” you mumble, taking his hand as you following beside him as they wheel him inside.

Following the nurses all the way to the med wing, untill a nurse is stopping you. You are dropping his hand with a sigh. “I know” she’s sympathetic. “Let me get him stable and he’s yours” you nod, sniffling.

“Okay” she sends a sympathetic smile before she’s pushing through the double doors. “(Y/N)!” there's two sets of footsteps down the hall. “Bob? Phoenix?” you turn to face your best friends.

“They find him?” Bob asks first, panting. You nod, your bottom lip tembeling.

“Was he awake?” Phoenix asks as you shake your head, turning to face the swinging double doors again.

Twenty four hours passed before a nurse came out of the swinging doors. The same nurse who stopped you hours ago. She’s smiling. “He’s awake” you stand as she holds her hand out to you.

Following the nurse, you stop at the double doors. “Tell Coyote” you say, phoenix nods from her seat. “He’s asking for you, Electra I’m guessing?” she smirks over her shoulder. You blush, “That’s me”. 

She stops at the two of you at the door, looking at you. “I think you should have this, we found this in his suit” she holds the polaroid photo out to you. The edges were torn but the photo was clear as day.

The night you stayed with Jake for the first time in his Naval academy shirt.

“It was tucked into his chest pocket” wiping the tear off your cheek, you nod. “He’s gonna be bruised okay?” she warns, hand on your shoulder. “He’s okay just remember that” nodding to the door, she sends you a warm smile.

Pushing the door open, you close it quietly behind you. The room was just monitors beeping and horrible fluorescent lighting. Looking around the room and then back down to the polaroid in your hand as more tears rolled down your cheeks.

You look up at the sound of his groan. He’s smirking, laying in the hospital bed, with a wrap around his ribs. His bruises now turned a deep purple. “Darlin” his voice is hoarse.

You can’t help the sob that falls from your lips. He sits up, groaning as he tries to stand. Rushing to him with a hand on his shoulder, you encourage him to sit back down.

“Don’t get your ass up” your voice is soft as he chuckles, wincing as he falls back into the bed. “Yes ma’am” he salutes, looking up at you.

“God damn you” turning from him to wipe your cheeks. “Look at me” shaking your head, you take a deep breath.

“Electra, look at me” his voice is stern. “I need you to look at me” his voice falters slightly, still stern. Turning to face him, his own tears in his eyes. “Why did you have to do that?” he sniffles.

“You needed to know, if I did not make it out-” shaking your head, you take his hand. He pulls you to sit beside him on the bed.

“Listen to me please” his thumb is running over your knuckles soothingly. “I may have made that bet with Coyote” you can’t help but cringe. He nods slowly, a sympathetic smile on his face as he continues. “I made that bet with Coyote thinking if maybe I slept with you the feelings I had would just” he pauses “go away”.

You furrow your brows as he smiles. “So I agreed to it, but then we went dancin” he grins as you chuckle. “And then we went out on these dates. I forgot about the whole bet, I just wanted you” he whispers, reaching up to cup your cheek.

“I don't care about $200, I don't care if he took the gloat” you lean into his hand, closing your eyes as more tears fell. Catching them with his thumb, he wipes your cheek gently. “I fell in love with you (Y/N), you are the most amazing person, most amazing pilot in the goddamn Navy” you chuckle, sniffling. “Can I have that on record?” you ask as he chuckles, groaning in pain after. "Don't mak me laugh" he warns. “I fell in love with the way you wanted to dance in the kitchen to the god forsaken playlist I put together. I fell in love with the way you don’t put up with my bullshit and that is enough for me” he grins. “You are the most badass woman I know, I fell in love with your spark and passion for what you do and for how much love you have for your friends” shaking your head, you kiss his palm gently smiling up at him.

“You are worth so much more than a stupid $200 bet” you chuckle, looking at him. “I regret it” you nod, looking at him. “Jake” shaking his head, he looks at you. “I understand if you are still angry at me” opening your mouth to speak, closing it as he continues.

“I should have never done that,” shaking your head, reaching over to cover his mouth.

“Jake Seresin, you may need an ego check” he raises his brow as you continue. “But you also know how to love under that thick skull, you probably took me on the most romantic dates of my life” he chuckles under your hand. “Also, no man ever got my favorite flower right on the first date” he smiles proudly.

“I hid behind my own ego biting back becuase I knew I was not on the Hangman roster” you smile, moving the hand covering his mouth to cup his cheek. “I built walls that you destroyed,” he smirks. “Does this mean, you love me too?” he asks. Rolling your eyes, you lean down to connect your lips to his gently. He hisses softly, cupping your cheeks as your lips molded together. He kissed you like his life depended on it.

“I love you” he's breathless as you disconnect both pull away, he looks over your face, you smile. “I love you too”

“I may have lost $200, but I won the best prize” looking over your face, he’s cupping your cheek again. “Oh did you?” you ask as he smirks.

“I did, I won the sexiest Naval Aviator in the whole world” laughing, you lean down to connect your lips to his again. Moving his hand to your waist, he's puling your body as close as he possible can. He didn't want to miss the opportunity to have you next to him.

You smile, moving to lay beside him, he wraps you in his arms. The silence falls over the room. "I can't say this is how I imagined it" he mumbles, voice full of sleep. You hum, looking up from chest, "what's that?" you ask. He smiles, "I didn't know what to think if you'd forgive me, let alone stay with me" you smile, kissing his chest gently. "Get some rest" you whisper. "I love you" he mumbles, head falling ontop of yours as his arm stayed around your waist, hugging your body into his side. Before you can reply, he's snoring above you.

He may have lost $200 but he won the best prize of them all, you.

-

A/N: duuuuude. I can't write short hangman fics apparently. I am actually happy with this guy, i wanted to write a she's all that / 10 things I hate about you inspired fic and this flowed so nicely. Back with my favorite aviator.

If you enjoyed this fic you can find my other work

in my libarary -> here.

ps: if you know where i got the inspo for the line dancing date, please let me know, the ones who get it, get it. ;)

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