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Bradley speared on Jake's hard dick, absolutely losing his mind, and Jake, the asshole, saying, "I guess I've finally found a perch I wouldn't mind you never leaving."

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Callsign: Heartbreaker [B. F.]

Bob Floyd x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k summary: Jake runs his mouth. You do something about it.

Hangman was, to say the least, a tremendous pain in the ass. He had been annoying the entire squad for weeks since you guys had arrived at TOPGUN, and that night at The Hard Deck wasn't about to break his streak. Maverick had given you the night off, and you all agreed to meet at the bar to relax, share laughs, and, for once, behave like normal young people and not like human weapons ready to take off.

But, as usual, the atmosphere ended up turning in an uncomfortable direction.

“You know what, Bobby? I’ve always wondered…” Jake began with his snake-like grin, leaning his elbow on the bar and twirling his beer glass between his fingers. “How is it possible that someone so boring, so… a glasses-wearing model, made the cut for TOPGUN?”

Bob looked up from his soda, confused, as if he really thought he'd heard him wrong.

"Sorry?"

“Yeah! I mean, just look at you,” Jake leaned toward him, with the enthusiasm of someone who thinks he’s about to say something brilliant. “We have pilots with incredible reflexes, combat instincts, good looks… and then there’s you.”

The entire group looked at him in annoyance. Phoenix snorted. Rooster put down his glass with a thud. No one had the energy for another one of those nights.

“Maybe the filter measures talent,” Bob replied calmly. “Not cheap charisma.”

“God! What a virginal answer,” he let out a husky laugh, taking a long drink of his beer. “Look, don’t take this the wrong way… but I’m curious.”

Suddenly he turned to the rest of the group, his words slurred with some alcohol already on his tongue.

“Do you think if I walked up to the ladies at the bar and asked if they’d sleep with Bob, anyone would say yes? Anyone? Just one?”

Phoenix, sitting next to Bob, tensed.

“Shut up already”

"Come on, I'm talking about science! I'm sure they wouldn't even choose him in a simulation with limited oxygen."

“Yeah, Hangman. You’re not in high school,” Rooster muttered, rolling his eyes.

"I'm serious," he insisted, growing more and more satisfied. "You've probably never been kissed without eyes closed, and I bet no one asked you to a dance in high school. Am I right?"

Fanboy, crossing his arms, decided to intervene:

“Do you have any medical needs or are you just afraid of going unnoticed?”

Jake shrugged in mock humility.

“Nah, I'm fine. I just don't want anyone to get confused and think he represent the standard of what women want.”

Then, with the elegance of a Casanova-like idiot, he turned toward a group of girls sitting nearby.

“Ladies,” he said, pointing at each other with his thumbs, “who would you rather spend the night with: the cowboy with the perfect smile… or Bob?”

The girls laughed, amused by the show, but said nothing. Jake took it as a victory.

“I think you have your answer there.”

He was about to take another sip of his beer when you stepped forward. Without a word, you firmly took the bottle from his hand, brought it to your lips, and downed the entire thing in one gulp. When you were finished, you set it down in front of him with a thud.

The sound rang like a bell.

The group fell silent. Everyone looked at you. Jake raised his eyebrows, puzzled. You stood up slowly, with that dangerous calm that comes before a storm, and walked over to Bob. His eyes widened in surprise.

Once there, you sat sideways on his lap, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He immediately tensed, as if he'd just been thrown into a burning cockpit.

“Hey, what are you…?”

“You have beautiful eyes. Has anyone told you that before?” you asked with a sweet smile, tilting your head.

Your hands gently moved up to his cheeks, as if you were about to fix something delicate. He swallowed, motionless. Then your fingers slid to the gold frames of his glasses.

“Let me get this out of the way, ‘kay?”

You carefully placed them on the table, though your fingers trembled slightly. Not from nerves, but from anticipation. Then you leaned in and kissed him.

But it wasn't a tender or symbolic kiss. It was a kiss with intention. Your lips pressed firmly against his, pushing in without asking permission, as if you'd been waiting for an excuse to do so. It wasn't sweet. It was slow. Deliberate. With tongue.

Bob froze at first. Literally frozen. As if his system was trying to process what the hell was going on. But when you felt him exhale against your mouth, exhausted, you knew you'd broken him.

His hands flew to your waist. He held you awkwardly, and in the next second, he pulled you tightly against him. He sat up straighter in his chair, his lips began to respond more decisively, and his fingers crept up your back as if he wanted to memorize every inch of you through your clothes. You shifted slightly on his lap, searching for a better angle, and you felt him tense even more.

You bit his lower lip. Hard. He gasped, barely audible, and took the moment to slip his tongue in, slowly, uncertainly, but hungry. He touched yours tentatively, then more boldly, and you moaned softly against his mouth.

Your hands tangled in his hair, gently squeezing the back of his neck as you kissed him deeper. He held you more firmly, and your hips moved against him once more, intentionally. He moaned. It was noticeable. And it wasn't from discomfort.

When you pulled away, both of you were breathless. Your lips were wet. His too. The tension was still there, vibrating between the two of you.

Fanboy's eyes were wide open. Rooster choked on his beer, staring at Hangman as if he'd just seen his soul leave his body. Phoenix was smiling as if a wish had just been granted. Everyone else watched in surprise.

Slyly, without moving yet, you decided to speak:

“You’re a good kisser, Lieutenant.”

Bob was completely flushed. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, as if he'd just run ten miles. You retrieved his glasses from the table and, without taking your eyes off him, put them on him yourself. You took your time, adjusting them as if it justified touching him one more time.

Then you calmly climbed off his lap. Your legs were slightly trembling, but you pretended not to. As you passed Jake, you looked down at him—because he was always taller, but never bigger—and narrowed your eyes.

"Keep messing with him and I’ll take him to my room and won’t stop until he’s wrecked and exhausted. Capiche?"

Jake didn't move. His forced smile failed to hide the tension in his jaw. Embarrassment burned across his face.

“Oh, and by the way…” you added without looking back “If you want someone to pay attention to you, stop using teasing people as a flirting technique. You just look pathetic.”

The group tried to hold back, but the laughter was too much. Until Fanboy blurted it out, in a broadcaster's voice:

“And the award for the most insecure pilot disguised as arrogant goes to…!”

The collective laughter was thunderous. Jake said nothing. He turned toward the bar, as if he needed to hide in his own reflection.

Congratulations to Bob were not long in coming.

"Who would have thought the shyest guy could win over the hottest pilot on the team? No offense, Phoenix..."

"Do you want any more of us to keep bothering you, Bob? We can do that. Maybe she'll make good on her threat."

Between whistles, jokes, and pats on the back, Bob could barely contain his smile. His eyes never left yours. They sparkled. As if the world had changed color.

You winked at him, flirtatiously.

And that was all it took to shatter him.

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thinking about virgin! bob floyd who's just so hopelessly in love with you.

virgin! bob floyd who is so eager to please. he may not be particularly good or experienced when it comes to sex, but all he wants is to make sure that you feel good.

virgin! bob floyd who gets really hard, really quick. you don't even have to be doing anything innately suggestive, even just the sight of you in one of his old shirts and worn out panties is enough to get him all worked up. within a second, there's an embarrassingly large bulge in the front of his pants.

virgin! bob floyd who nearly dies of happiness when he eats you out for the first time. lapping at your juices, all blissful and pussy drunk. he's a tad bit of trouble finding your clit, but he's just so excited - you taste so good. it's adorable, really.

virgin! bob floyd who loves dry humping. his clothed cock is rubbing against your leg, a wet spot forming on his pants. he's just so horny, he can barely even take his pants off - he refuses to lose any sort of friction with you. 

virgin! bob floyd who makes the prettiest of noises. he can't help but be vocal, how can he not when you're making him feel like that? his little whimpers and whines are so fucking cute, he's just so needy and willing. and it’s all for you. you’re the one eliciting those pretty moans out of him, you’re the one getting him so aroused. and he wouldn’t want it to be anybody else.

virgin! bob floyd who, at the end of the day, loves you more than anything. sure, maybe he didn’t exactly get it right the first time around, but he’s trying, he’s always trying for you. after all, he’d do anything to make his girl happy.

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truly never getting over the greatest loss streaming services caused: the disappearance of DVD special features. behind the scenes, bloopers, deleted scenes, commentaries, I will never forget you, I will never stop missing you.

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how i'm chosing fics to read

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The End is Here

The images aren’t mine, but I made the collage in Canva. Based on the song I Know the End by Phoebe Bridgers.

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (School Spirits au).

Content Warnings: 18+ Only. Angst with a happy ending, death, adult language mentions of other characters dying, everyone is a ghost, alcohol. College au, Fratboy!Bradley, an attempt at GN reader, reader's nickname is Bug, no Y/N.

General Description: It's your senior year of college, and you were hoping for a nice quiet weekend with your best friend Hailey and your boyfriend Ricky. Instead, they both drag you to Ricky's fraternity mixer down at the creek near campus. What could go wrong?

Main Series:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 9.

Epilogue.

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This is def Jake’s daughter. Like Bradley would be a soft kind of girl dad. He’s the cautious parent. Jake would be like “let her do the thing”, because honestly, I see him with sisters and they grew up with the “can do it all” mindset. And all Bradley sees is “danger, danger”. Meanwhile, Jake is like “we’re right here, she knows the safety rules, let her do the thing!”

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Yesssssss. Bradley is a total mother hen (😉) and has a hard time letting her just do things.

Jake was taught very young (and reminded several times by his sisters) that girls can do anything boys can do.

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But what if. What if Mav comes to tap Bradley out at graduation even though they haven't spoken a word since Bradley stormed out of the house years ago. Even though he knows Bradley is still pissed at him and might always be.

Just because he knows what it's like to know no one is coming and still hope that someone will show up - and to be proven right. And he doesn't want Bradley to know that too.

It doesn't make Bradley forgive him. It makes him fucking pissed, actually. It makes him cry too, later, when he gets too drunk celebrating with his classmates and realizes that Mav pulled his papers but he still showed up.

And years later, when Mav writes to him (He wants to call but he can't make himself. He's too scared that Bradley won't pick up. So he writes a letter instead.) to let him know about Ice's diagnosis, Bradley shows up too.

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just joel taking a nap as soon as he comes home from work cause he’s an old man who snores too much

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I finally saw Top Gun: Maverick over the weekend, mainly for these two, and they did not disappoint!

Although I will never be over losing this '80s dreamboat in the original 😭😭

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me sitting down to watch all the comments/horny desperate tags y'all leave under pedro gifsets in my notifs like it's my favorite show

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they are so sick for this

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#I need to stop relating to a 50 years old man

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i don’t know what they’re talking about i don’t see any underwear.

oh. oh…