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Ceasefire | 1.2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (18+)

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Synopsis: Bradley Bradshaw is in San Diego, summoned to Top Gun for the first time. Commander “Hyde” Simpson is his flight instructor, and she doesn’t have time for schoolboy crushes.

Warnings: ex-husband!beausimpson, divorce, age gap (rooster is somewhere between 26-28, reader is 38), power imbalance between instructor and student aviator, swearing, slight angst at the end, smut, handjobs, teasing, riding and creampies that are never addressed again, sub!rooster, bondage, probably very inaccurate flight info

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Eleven weeks have never felt quite so long. At the same time, the memory of seeing Bradley Bradshaw staring at you with that dopey smile still feels so fresh. In one week, classes will officially be over. Rooster will no longer be your student. It’s almost pathetic, the way you’re already miserable at the thought of not seeing his face when you walk in every morning.

Still, in this moment, he’s still here and frowning down at his flight manual. It’s a storming afternoon and the air stuff got canceled, but with Beau’s mood swings lately, class remains to be in session. You’re perched on the edge of your desk, waiting patiently for whichever one of your star pupils can answer your question first.

“Minimum total hydroplaning speed of the main landing gear tires inflated to 250 pounds per square inch is 140 knots groundspeed and, for nose gear tires inflated to 150 per square inch, is 110 knots. Ma’am.” Flipping his toothpick in his mouth and offering you a dimpled grin that proves he knows he’s correct before you tell him, Jake Seresin is a fraction faster than Natasha Trace, who sits directly behind him. It’s not the hardest question. They all should know it. It’s just the rain outside that even made you think of it.

Offering Jake a small smile and a curt nod, you open your mouth to confirm that he is once again correct. To his left, you can’t help but glance across at your favourite thing to look at in this bleak little teaching room. Only, he isn’t smiling at you.

He’s staring down at his NATOPs, brows drawn together in something between frustration and confusion. Maybe embarrassment. You can’t pretend that it isn’t your initial impulse to discredit Jake to save Bradley’s feelings — but you don’t. That’s not your job, and it’s not what you’ve worked so hard to do.

“Good work, Hangman.” You tell him calmly. Bradley doesn’t dare look up from the page. Not once. Rain pours on outside and he spends the entire afternoon glaring at the manual like he wants to rip it to shreds.

As you dismiss the class, the thought looms of this all being over soon. With just one more week to go, there are lots of decisions hanging heavy. Maybe that’s what is getting to him.

“Rooster, hang back. I need to speak to you.”

Instantly, you can tell that this was not the right move. He turns towards you, his face sullen and his eyes dark. Your brows draw together, closing the door behind the last of your students and shutting him in there with you. Alone, he remains just as closed off.

“Are you okay? — You seem kind of—“ One step forwards, you reach out for him with a gentle touch, in a way that could still be mistaken for professionalism if someone were to walk in on the two of you. But, the second your hand grazes his bicep, he shrugs it off.

“I’m fine,” He mutters, gaze turned towards the floor. His usual sunny disposition seems to have gone away with the weather. Your eyes draw into a stern squint. “Am I dismissed?”

“Dis— Okay. No, Bradshaw,” You pretend that one didn’t sting, squaring your shoulders and inhaling slowly, stepping closer so that he has no choice but to see you finally standing in front of him. “No, you’re not dismissed. If you want to start acting like this is about rank, then that’s fine by me. I want you to talk to me either way.”

A muscle in his jaw ticks. His eyes dart towards the door, and then back to you. Finally, you watch him soften. His fingertips graze the inside of your palm, choosing to look down at that exchange rather than at you.

“Could you come over tonight?”

“On official Navy business?” You tease, poking softly at his ribs through the fabric of his flight suit. All you’re offered in return is a weak smile.

He links his fingers gently through yours. Slightly more incriminating, if you were to be walked in on. Still, it tugs at your heart strings as he sighs in resignation. “Please, Hyde?”

“Of course,” You tell him, giving his palm a quick squeeze. “I’ll be over just after seven.”

He has to wait for you to finish up your work before you’re able to leave. By the time you find him, he has already worked out and showered, and he has been sitting in his room wallowing for about forty minutes.

“Talk to me,” Even with his mood, there’s nothing he can do but drape his arms around your waist and tuck his head into the soft curve of your neck as you straddle his hips. “That’s what couples do.”

There’s a moment of silence, but not the same as earlier. His hands find the small of your back, tugging you closer as he sighs against your shoulder. You know that this time he’s just finding his words. It’s almost enough, having you here in his bedroom, draped around him, ready to listen.

In the meantime, you inhale the fresh scent of his cologne and turn your face towards his temple, pressing your lips to his damp curls.

“I’m just in my head about graduation,” He settles finally, curling his fingers around your hips, pulling back to look at you. “I knew I wasn’t going to graduate at the top of the class, but — I’m starting to wonder if I even deserve to be up there with all of them. You know?”

Your fingers are soft as they card through his hair, your expression much softer than it should be as his instructor. His fingers can’t sit still, pulling you closer, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Of course you do,” The answer comes instantly, without hesitation. It’s followed by a chaste kiss. He turns his head and sighs again, readying to protest. “You knew the answer today. Doesn’t matter if you can find it in the book before Hangman or not, you knew it.”

“How’re you so sure that I did?” He challenges, frowning back at you. As much as he wants to believe you’re telling him this because you really believe in him, there’s still a voice in the back of his head telling him that you’re just trying to pacify him by giving him what he wants to hear.

You squint back at him, smoothing your fingers through his freshly washed curls.

“Because I know you better than I know anyone in that class, I’ve flown with you,” You tell him softly. He hums as you kiss his cheek. “I know your instincts up there are better than anyone else. Even if the answer isn’t in your head right away, I know that when you’re up there, you would know what to do.”

With that, he sighs and leans his head back. His fingers flex nervously around your hips. With his eyes closed, you used the moment to catch him by surprise. He sucks in a sharp breath as your palm dips between the two of you and grinds against his cock through his shorts.

“I trust you. Up there, and down here.”

His mouth twitches slightly, his eyes softening as he tries to pull back from you. “Hyde… come on, I don’t need you to baby me.”

You smile back at him, giving a curt nod of your head as you brush your palm more firmly against him. The way his throat contracts when he’s trying not to give in to you prickles along your skin, a rush of excitement.

He closes his eyes as you lean in and suck softly at the freckle on the left side of his neck. Your lips trail tantalizingly slowly along his throat until finally he shivers at the feeling of your breath against his earlobe, “Okay. You want me to make you prove it?”

“Make me?” He breathes out, fingers balling into the fabric of your T-shirt, brows knitting together. Already, his cock is standing to attention through the fabric of his shorts.

“That’s right,” It’s a gentle coo, so soft and sweet that Bradley really isn’t expecting it at all when you tug hard at his hair with your other hand. He inhales sharply, catching your hips and pulling you against him. His cheeks flush red, his eyes blown wide and desperate. You’ve never seen a man beg without even opening his mouth before. “Close your eyes for me.”

Another thick swallow, his throat squeezing around nothing as he closes his eyes, his dark lashes brushing against his cheek.

He’s so pliant, giving himself up to your more than capable touch. Lulling him into calmness that he’s powerless to fight against as your mouth kisses at his chest, pushing at the hem of his t-shirt and helping him out of it.

“Contrary to what you might have heard from Hangman, or from Pete Mitchell,” Bradley bites at the inside of his cheek as you lick at his freshly exposed chest, nipping at his pectoral. Even with his eyes closed, he’s red and embarrassed by how hard his nipples are in the chilled room. “Being a good aviator isn’t about confidence.”

If you’re going to keep talking as you head further south, he’s going to struggle to keep listening. His hands follow you as you slip out of his lap and settle between his knees, your tongue trailing along his middle.

“Instinct is everything.”

Bradley balls his hands into his bedsheets, lips parting just slightly as you suck firm kisses into his taut abdomen.

“Lay down.” You order, and without question, he obeys by scooting back and laying down flat with his legs still over the edge and bracketing you.

“Lay back for me.” You say sweetly, he obeys. To your right, you find the brown leather belt that you’ve been eyeing. Still looped through his jeans, discarded onto the chair in the corner of the room. Rooster fidgets in front of you, waiting to feel your touch again. “You trust me, right, Rooster?”

“Of course.” He exhales, his answer instant.

You push yourself up and he peeks an eye open, watching you free the belt and turn back towards him. Your smile grows as you find him even more red-faced than before, staring right at you.

“Lift your hands and hold your wrists together for me.”

“Really?” He whispers, his voice thick. You nod sweetly, nodding for him to shift further up the bed. He complies wordlessly, pushing himself to the top of the bed and presenting his wrists for you. His eyes darken and his brows raise, watching you climb up the bed with his belt in your hands.

“Don’t pull too hard, you’ll be sore.” You warn him, looping the belt around his wrists and through the wooden slats in his headboard. He gasps softly as you pull the leather tight and guide it through the buckle.

“Fucking hell…” He breathes out, his voice an excited whisper.

After the soft leather is secured, his wrists fastened to his headboard, you take a minute to sit back and observe. He’s watching you with such abject trust, desperation and excitement all at once. His stomach is quivering with each breath, stretched tight by the way his arms are raised.

Your tongue dips out to wet your bottom lip as your fingers reach for him, walking along the length of his thigh. Leaning over him again, you dip forwards and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to be naked.” Rooster rushes out, shifting uncomfortably and glancing towards his tied hands. When his eyes flicker back to you, he breaks into a bashful smile. Your lips twitch, looking back at him.

“Okay,” You agree sweetly, reaching for the bottom of your t-shirt. He watches the way your eyes darken, filling with mischief as you pull it up just enough to expose the soft skin of your stomach, then hold it there. “You’re at a cruise altitude of 35,000 feet, how do you know how to calculate your descent?”

Three miles per distance per thousand feet in altitude. Your mouth twitches watching him do the math in his head while staring at the sliver of exposed skin under your shirt.

“35,000 minus the last three zeroes — uh, thirty-five. Thirty-five multiplied by three… a hundred and five.” You narrow your eyes quizzically as he stumbles through the math, knowing that it comes more easily to him than he’s able to tell you. You’ve not seen him personally land on a carrier, but you know he can. You know that he’s done it a hundred times over. “You’d start the descent 105 nautical miles from the destination, maintaining a speed of 300 Knots-Indicated air speed… and a descent rate of 1,500 to 2,000 feet per minute, with thrust set at idle.”

You smile back at him, peeling your shirt up and over your head. He exhales, eyes falling down to the black bra covering your tits. Forgetting himself for a moment, he moves to sit, the buckle of his belt knocking into the woods and reminding him of his predicament.

“Feet per minute,” You continue, reaching for your own belt, slipping the leather from the buckle and pausing. “If you land on the carrier right, how does the hornet hit the deck?”

“800 feet per minute.” He exhales. Your mouth twists into a grin as you pop open your belt buckle.

By the time that he has rid you of your clothes, his answers are especially fast and you’ve noticed that his wrists are growing red under the hold of the leather.

Standing on your knees, you crawl your way up your, now completely naked, boyfriend and turn. Straddling his abdomen, your naked core sits just out of his reach. His mouth falls open and a dismayed, needy sound slips out.

Having freed him of his own shorts and boxers just moment before, his cock is red and swollen, angry from the lack of attention. Settling yourself with a sly wiggle of your hips, you take his cock in both of your hands and cover as much as you can with your mouth.

Soaking his length with a generous amount of saliva, you hear his head fall back and hit the headboard as your hands start to stroke him. Long strides coat his shaft in spit, your hands twisting loosely left from right. From this way, the way you’re straddling him, you’ve got a front-row view to the way his thighs have started to tremble.

Furthering his dismay, he has a front-row seat to your soaked pussy, inches from his face, but just out of reach. Your hands are steady, just as calm and skilled as they are when you’re in the cockpit. Not too fast, just guiding him steadily closer to his orgasm. Letting your spit soak him, adding more to the mix, squeezing him firmly every now and again. Craning your neck so that you can lick and suck softly at his balls. His moans are strangled, agonizingly desperate from behind you.

When you finally decide to grace him with a firmer, faster touch, his moans are so jagged and eager that you know Hangman and Coyote must be able to hear him. The heels of his feet press into the mattress, his hips bucking eagerly into your hands.

He tugs hard at his restraints and winces behind you. With each delighted sound from your lips as they’re wrapped around him, his own voice is growing more and more strained. For the life of him, he just can’t keep still. He’s putty in your hands. This wouldn’t be the first time he has made a mess all over your hands, but today, that isn’t the plan.

“Hyde, don’t — please don’t — I’m so fucking close…”

You hum, hands already withdrawn. He writhes under you as you turn to face him.

“You can hold on a little longer for me, right baby?”

His voice is getting more strained as you squeeze your hands around his twitching cock and just as he is about to erupt you retract your hands leaving his chest huffing in frustration and near euphoria.

You shift, straddling his hips. His eyes go wide and round, lips parted as you situate yourself right over him and sink down just barely. Your soaked core just grazes him as you rock back and forth softly. His eyes follow the curve of your waist, the slight movement of your tits as you taunt him.

“Can wait a little longer for me, right?”

“Oh, fuck.” Rooster whimpers.

You lower yourself gently onto him, palms braced against his shivering chest as his tip notches into you. He gasps and turns his head towards the pillow, pulling hard at the restraint.

You lean all the way forwards, your naked tits pushing against his chest, your lips mouthing softly at his neck. “It’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you.”

Finally, he’s fully sheathed into you, and he sighs out in relief, dropping his head forwards to rest against the curve of your shoulders.

“I still wanna see you cum,” He pants out, groaning softly as you lift up and sink slowly back down on him, digging his heels into the mattress. “If I can’t do it, I still wanna see it.”

Your mouth twitches at the thought.

“Yeah, you want to watch me get off?” You grin, kissing across his cheek and finally at his mouth. He whines softly, watching you rocking your hips into his gently, grinding yourself into him.

“You have to stop talking or I’m gonna cum.” He mutters with a stiff shake of his head, his eyes flickering up to you as you giggle above him. You purse your lips and lean forwards, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose and then sit back.

He watches, every muscle in his chest and arms constricting as he watches you sit back on his thighs, all full of him, lifting your fingers and miming a zip across your lips, and then a lock at the corner of your mouth. Finally, even though all of his focus is on trying not to bust, his lips stretch into an amused grin.

You settle back into the rhythm of bouncing on him, bracing one hand back against his thigh as the other dips between your own legs.

The angle is just right, your orgasm ebbs closer but remains just out of reach as he watches helplessly, dazed by the glow of you.

From the first day he saw you, he’d never imagined he would be as lucky as to be at your mercy like this. The thought dawns him and his hips twitch, snapping up to meet yours.

“Christ— wait, slow down, wait— oh, fuck.”

You gasp sharply as he drives himself into you just once more from below before he’s spilling hot and fast into you, groaning and gasping out loud with little regard for who might hear him.

His deep groans are music to your ears as your fingers work feverishly at your clit to keep up. His mouth hangs open, still buried inside of you as he watches you come apart in front of him, your eyes closed and your chest heaving, his name on the tip of your tongue.

Finally, you collapse forwards against his chest, lifting off of him and kissing at his neck.

“Fuck…” He breathes out.

“You feel better?” You whisper, catching your breath as your nails rake along his stomach. He hums in response, kissing softly at your temple.

He sighs in relief as you pull the belt apart and free his wrists, stretching out his arms and rubbing at the reddened skin.

“I can’t stay, Taylor’s getting dropped off home at nine.” You kiss his mouth softly, already starting to push off of his chest. He just groans and rolls onto his front, disgruntled by the idea of not having you in his bed tonight. “I’ll see you tomorrow at six?”

“Right. What should I wear?”

“A little more than you’re wearing now, preferably.”

He chuckles tiredly and considers grabbing his boxers, opting to instead just press his face into his pillow as he listens to you getting dressed again.

“Should I bring them like… a gift or something?”

“It’s a little early for bribery.”

He sighs and sits up swiftly, resting his elbows on his knees, his mouth creasing into a worried frown. “What are we going to do if they don’t like me?”

Really, there’s only one answer; you’d never put him before your kids and he knows that.

Pulling your shirt down over your body, there’s only one thing to do. You lean forwards and kiss his lips tenderly. “They’ll love you.”

Once you convince him to get dressed again, Bradley walks you down to your car. Jake and Coyote say their greetings and goodbyes swiftly and politely, not making you stop for small talk.

Then, as Rooster heads back upstairs with a reddened face and even more reddened wrists, they meet him in the living room, beaming.

”Don’t start.” He groans, trying to dismiss them and head back to his room before the ridicule starts. It’s a little late for that. It’s been a little late for that since they heard Rooster practically crying your name twenty minutes earlier.

As you return home to reunite with your children, you’re greeted with an onslaught of texts about how — to quote — ‘those idiots heard everything’. It should bother you, but the thought of Bradley all red-faced and squirming at their comments just makes you chuckle.

Meeting at a neutral place always seemed like the best option, until you’re sitting in the parking lot, staring at your kids in the backseat — feeling like you’re introducing cats. Well, it has been quite some time since your children got over their interest in scratching and biting, so hopefully this will go smoother than that.

”How are you guys feeling?” You ask them, turning in your seat finally. Dylan can see the worry on your face. Your brows are raised, your eyes are round and fleeting between them each, lips pursed.

”Yeah, fine, mom.” He offers you a polite, sincere smile. It’s the best that he has to give. He knows this means something big to you. He knows that you’ve started singing in the kitchen again, and reading Taylor the stories with the voices, laughing with him until you’re doubled over and crying.

”Do you think he likes cats better or dogs?” Taylor perks up, tucking her feet up onto the seat and quirking her head at you. Your lips twitch as your son rolls his eyes at her.

“You can ask him.” You decide, and she seems to accept this as good enough of an answer. She settles back in her booster seat, crosses her arms across her little knit sweater and smiles back at you. Poor Rooster doesn’t have a clue what he’s in for with this little chatterbox — but you know he’ll be glad to not have to sit in silence.

A beat passes as you look between their faces. They both smile back at you, for different reasons entirely.

“Okay, are we ready to go inside?”

After quick agreement, Taylor watches her shoes cast purple neon shadows across the puddles, flashing bright with each step as your heels clack across the ground ahead of her. A hand lands on her shoulder, guiding her along and making sure that she keeps up.

Swiftly, she looks up at her big brother, frowning curiously at him, ”So, do we have to call him Dad too?”

”Rooster.” You breathe out, lips stretching into a smile as you spot him walking over from his truck. He looks right past you as you wrap your arms around his neck. About five paces back, your kids are trailing you, deep in conversation. About him, no doubt.

Suddenly, his attention snaps back to you, his eyes going wide as you kiss his cheek. He untangles himself from you, aggressively platonic for a man who was begging to hold you yesterday.

“Hi.”

”Don’t be weird, they’re children, not the FBI.” You whisper to him, turning quickly as you hear the two of them approaching this. “Guys, this is Bradley. Bradley, this is my daughter, Taylor, and my son, Dylan.”

”Hello.” Bradley stiffens.

“Hey.” Dylan tries.

“You’re pretty tall. Women like that.” It would seem that you’re all caught off guard by your daughter’s comment. Luckily, it’s just enough of a surprise to make Bradley’s tight-lipped smile break into a wide-stretching grin.

He sits opposite her at the table, Dylan by his side and you opposite Dylan. She spent the afternoon with your mother and it would seem, the two of them spent their time preparing questions.

”So—“ Dylan manages to interrupt, earning himself a stern glare from the little girl who was just about to get into the favourite colours segment of her interview. Bradley turns his head and looks at your son. “What team do you follow?”

Bradley shoots a glance over at you, knowing full well that your son has been raised to be a die hard 49ers fan. He looks back to the thirteen year old and inhales— he can’t pretend to like that team, he just can’t do it—

“The Eagles.” He rushes out.

“Huh.” Dylan quirks an eyebrow, turns his head and shoots you a look. He smirks softly, bringing the rim of his Pepsi glass to his mouth. “And… how’s that working out for ya, big guy?”

Bradley’s mouth falls slack, and he looks quickly across the table for support, finding nothing but you smirking back at him and Taylor giggling in response.

“Hey, buddy, I’ll have you know—“ And once again, that seems to do the trick. That’s the straw, right before the appetizers come out, that gets Bradley really talking, and after that it just doesn’t stop.

Taylor quickly gets him onto the conversation of cats versus dogs — he seems to pass her test. Bradley turns the conversation on you, and winds up grinning ear to ear with the insight of how your children perceive you to be, how they love you. You turn the conversation on Bradley, and reveal to the children that he not only enjoys rum and raisin flavoured ice-cream, but that it’s his favourite.

The betrayal on his face after that one will keep you laughing for weeks to come. It’s almost enough for the children to change their minds about him, but he quickly gets things back on track by revealing that he once met the guy who plays Captain America on a flight.

That wins him some serious brownie points.

You know that, just as easily as he had with you, he had won them over.

He grins at you as he settles the bill — despite your insistence to split it, his nerves seeming to have finally calmed.

“Mom, why do you call him Bradley when his work name is Rooster?” Taylor asks, slipping her hand into you palm as you head for the exit.

“Because we aren’t at work right now.” You answer with a shrug, checking over your shoulder to see Rooster talking with Dylan about something behind you.

“Can I call him Rooster?” She asks, peering up at you.

“If he says you can.”

“Bradley?” She cranes her neck as she calls back to him, capturing his attention instantly. “Can I call you Rooster?”

“Sure. Either works.” He shrugs, tucking his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans, walking to catch up with the two of you.

She looks quickly back up to you, approval plastered across her little face. She gives your hand a quick squeeze and smiles.

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ohtobeleah · 9 months

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Bruises // Jake Seresin

Chapter Three: [In The Arms Of The Enemy]

Summary: Both you and Jake come face to face with the man you only know as ‘The Commander’ who you soon find out has very little patience for bullshit.

Series Warnings: Heavy themes of violence, sexual assault, torture. 18+ content. Minors DNI. Mature themes. Being held in captivity. Hostage style situation. Main character death! Whump, Angst. Conversations that discuss antisocial & antisemitism views.

Word Count: 4.6k

Author Note: THIS SERIES IS CONFRONTING, FICTIONAL, AND DEPICTS IMAGES OF TORTURE. DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU BELIEVE THAT THIS SERIES WILL BE DETRIMENTAL TO YOUR MENTAL STABILITY. CURATE YOUR OWN TIMELINE.

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Every Naval Aviator you had ever known had a shadow. A dark cloud of fear and doubt that followed even the best into the cockpit. Every day you’d pretend like the shadow wasn't there, it's what got you this far, hoping that if you went faster, pulled harder, mastered harder techniques, achieved more, did better, got stronger and knew enough knowledge to rival an F-18 Natop book, that the shadow would give in and give up the chase.

“Hollywood.” But like they say, you can't out-run your shadow. ��Hey hotshot, you okay?” Jake's voice was as angelic as an angel's whisper as it cut through the fog in your mind. You weren't sure where you were or how long you’d been out for. But what you did know is that you felt like crap.

Jake watched through the bars of his cell as you made an attempt to get up onto your knees. You'd been lying face down in the dirt of the cell floor. Drooling to the point mud had begun to form where your cheek had been squished against the clay. Inhaling all kinds of nasty things.

“There she is.” Jake beamed as he pressed himself up against the metal bars that kept him from you. “You're okay, just breathe alright.” Jake had been awake for a while now. He’d just been listening, taking in his surroundings before they had shoved you into your cell. Time was hard to tell, but Jake estimated you'd been on the ground unconscious for roughly twenty minutes.

“Where are we?” You asked as you got up onto your knees. It was a little harder to achieve with your hands tied in front of you. The rope itself was pulled tight enough to give you pins and needles, but not hard enough to cut off blood flow completely. “Oh my god where the fuck are we!” It wasn't until you turned around in a panic that you saw it. You let out a blood curdling scream that came from the depths of your soul when your eyes landed on the dead body in the corner of your cell. Still tied up but very much dead.

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD GET ME OUT OF HERE!” You cried as you fell back onto your ass and shuffled closer and closer to the bars that kept you apart. You didn't stop moving until your back collided with the metal. “Jake! Jake you have to get me out of here I can’t–I can't breathe!”

“Hey, hey hey–shhh I got you, I've got you.” Jake tried his best to try and calm you down. He’d been looking at that same dead body for the better half of what he assumed to be an hour before they brought you in. “I'm right here with you, okay?”

“Oh god oh god oh god oh god.” It was the only thing you could say as you felt Jake right behind you. He did what he could to try and comfort you, but his own hands were tied in front of him. The same as yours. No matter how much he tried he couldn't squeeze his arms in through the gaps in the bars. He could probably get one, but not two. Not tied at the wrist like this.

“Don't look at her.” Jake cooed, his voice still as calm as ever. Level headed as can be in a time like this. “Hey, Hollywood, don't look at her, turn around and look at me.” He asked softly as he stayed right behind you, right in your ear so you could hear him, so he could make sure you could hear him through the panic. Through the fear. “Turn around and look at me Y/n, just me.”

It took everything you had to peel your eyes away from the woman slumped in the corner of your cell. It took everything you had to turn around and face Jake Seresin as he kneeled on the dirt of his own cell. Face to face with you up against the bars.

“We’re gonna get out of here–” It was a vastly different take on the matter to what you had to say. “I'm gonna get you out of here, I promise.”

“Noone knows where we are, we don't even know where we are.” You sobbed as Jake reached through the bars as much as he could to grip your hands in his. “I'm so scared.”

“I'm scared too.” Jake admitted as he held your hands in his. “But we’ve gotta be smart here alright, you don't show them you're scared because the minute they see you're scared they’ll use it against you.” You understood the logic, but how the hell were you supposed to mask this? “And when they come back, which they will, you don't struggle.” Only then did Jake sound scared. Although he’d told you he was, he didn't sound it. If anything he sounded as confident as he did all the time. “You don't give them a reason to hurt you okay and I promise I will get you out of here.”

All you did was nod as you tried to silence your sobbs. Jake had never seen you cry before, now he’d seen you cry enough for a lifetime. The thought of you being in this situation with him killed him. It was always him, just him. Jake had always flown solo. He’d never gone down in enemy territory before. And he hated that the time he did he took down his Weapons System Officer too.

“Who is she?” You asked softly as you tried to calm down. “The woman.” Jake had had more time than you to try and figure that question out. He had an idea, but he wasn't entirely sure.

“She's a pilot.” Jake answered hesitantly but he knew you'd figured that much out yourself. “I can't see you patch though.” It was Jake's very polite way of asking if you could take a look. He didn't want to ask you out right knowing how much fear coursed through your veins, but when you nodded he knew you got what he was asking.

Jake watched as you stood, using the support of the bars to help you up. Things were so difficult with your arms tied in front of you. Jake did the same thing, he sat on his ass and pushed himself up. Your cell seemed so much smaller than it did a second ago. With Jake whispering in your ear that everything would be alright the dead body seemed a million miles away. Now? Now it seemed as though she was at your feet before you'd even taken three steps.

“You’re okay.” Jake reminded you as he watched you step closer. “I'm right here with you.” It wasn't true, but it was nice to hear. You crouched down in front of her. The woman who was dead in your cell. It didn't look like she had been gone for too long. Her skin was cool to the touch but there was no rotting smell. The smell you think about when you think of dead bodies. “Can you see anything?”

They must have wanted you to investigate, maybe they wanted you to know who it was. Because her uniform looked as if it had been washed, cleaned and dried of the blood they surely spilled over it. Her patches were all still there, including her callsign.

“Dutchess.” You frowned as you looked at the patches and callsign on her uniform. Struggling to understand how she ended up here. “It's Captain Sarah ‘Dutchess’ Hewens.” Jake had heard about the missing Captain that had been reported missing in action just shy of four months ago. You all had. It had been the scuttle butt across every naval station. How she ended up here he’d never know, but you had a theory. “Jake, we were ambushed.” You turned around with fear in your eyes as you rose to your feet. “They had to have known we were coming because the second we were in that canyon they were on us.”

It had all been such a blur Jake hadn’t even thought about it. All he was thinking about was trying to get out alive. He was thinking about his wingman, Rooster. Never once did the thought of an ambush cross his mind. But evidently it had crossed yours. Which made you the best WSO Jake had ever known.

“You think Dutchess tried to trade intel for her life?” Jake asked as he stood by the bars. He wanted nothing more than to be in the same cell as you. He couldn't protect you with bars stopping him from getting to you.

“I think she did whatever she had to do in order to survive.” You said exactly what Jake had just in a more forgiving way. “They knew we were coming because Dutchess told them hoping it would keep her alive, how else would they have known we were coming?”

As you looked at Jake through the bars of your cell and he looked back at you with the same realisation and disbelief evident all over his face, you remembered he was struck on the back of the head.

“Are you okay?” The softness in your voice was a stark contrast to the anger you had just before explaining your theory on the ambush. “Your head?”

“You don’t have to worry about me hotshot.” Jake sent you that signature grin everyone loved. “But for the record? I’m fine.”

“How about off the record?” Jake wasn’t expecting you to care so much. He thought for sure you’d want to kill him yourself for getting you into this mess. But you didn’t seem to pass blame. “I saw what that guy did to you. It must have hurt like a bitch.” It was then Jake let out the smallest of chuckles to himself as he nodded in response.

“Off the record i've got a little bit of a headache but it's nothing I can't handle.” Jake explained as he stood face to face with you at the bars that kept you apart. “What about you? How're the ribs?” There was something about Jake that brought you comfort. If you were here alone you probably would have already given up. But when he looked at you like you were the only light that could guide him out of this hellscape–you couldn't help but to feel just a little special. Even in the darkest of times.

“Yeah, no they’re fucked.” Your complete honesty made the pair of you laugh for just a fleeting moment. With that laughter came a little bit of reprieve, it made you feel even just for a second that you were at the Hard Deck just trying to fit in. It made you believe as you closed your eyes and revealed in the sweet sweet sound of Jake Seresins laugh that you were looking at him looking at you from across the bar.

But then you opened your eyes and you were still in hell.

“They hurt, but like you said, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Your eyes trailed down from Hangman's eyes to watch as he pressed his lips together in a fine line. He was unsure, unsure if you were alright. Unsure of everything. “How the hell are we gonna get outta here Jake?”

“I don’t know.” He sighed, letting his forehead rest against yours through the bars. “But I promise you I’ll figure that out.” You knew there was no way he could ever really promise that, but still you believed him. “Trust me, you and I? We weren’t born to die. We’re Hangman and Hollywood.” Jake tried to get you to smile as fresh tears began to stream down your cheeks. “Hollywood and Hangmans story doesn’t end in some dingy cell in some unknown territory.”

“When exactly does our story end?” You asked as you felt Jake raise his hands up from in front of him to gently touch your chin.

“After this? Hopefully old and gray in some retirement villages where we can spend our days bickering over the fact that we should have sued for a hell of a lot more than we end up suing for.” That made you smile, it made the corners of your lips turn into your cheeks. “It doesn’t end here.”

Every Naval Aviator has a shadow. And the only way to get rid of a shadow–is to turn off the lights, stop running from the darkness—and face what you fear. Head on.

You had no choice but to face your fears when your smile was ripped right off your face when the wheels of your cell door opening echoed throughout your cell. Jake felt you go stiff, he noticed how you held whatever little breath was in your lungs and he saw how fear took over your entire being.

“Don’t give them a reason to hurt you.” Jake mumbled as he stayed put. He wasn’t leaving the bars. If this was as close as he could get then so be it. He wasn’t moving. “I’m right here.”

“Let’s go.” The Insurgent ordered as you stepped away from the bars and made your way towards where he stood with arms crossed and feet spread slightly. He was built and tall and once again clothed head to toe in black clothing. Leaving you no way to identify the man. “Did you enjoy getting to know your cellmate?” He asked with an evil laugh that would have made the devil himself shiver as he gripped your arm hard. “She was my favourite.” He drew you closer so that you were as close as you could get. He snickered deeply as he inhaled your scent, you swore he could smell your fear. “But something tells me you’ll be a little more fun to torment.”

“Okay Buddy let’s go.” All the while Jake was watching you, he didn’t notice his own guard coming to the door of his cell.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Jake argued as he turned around to face the guard. “Where the hell are we!? what are you doing with her!?” It was hard to watch but it happened quicker than you could look away. “Ahhh!” Jake fell to his knees as the guard in his cell tased his side. Sending volts of electricity through his body that he couldn’t fight.

“Jake!” You tried to rush to his aid but the man who had come for you held you back against his chest and placed a rough hand over your mouth.

“I swear to god if I didn’t have orders to keep you alive I’d smear your guts along the walls of this fucking cell.” He hissed before spinning you around only to shove you out of your cell into the hall. “Now fucking walk, I don’t wanna have to tell you again.”

“What are you going to do to him?” Although you were being shoved out into the corridor your eyes wouldn’t leave Jake as he laid fetal style on the dirt floor of his cell. “I asked you a question!” Your insubordination cost you a slap across the face hard enough to nearly crack your neck. Jake heard it, the other guard heard it.

“God I wanna fuck the fire out of this one.” The guy manhandling you snickered at his partner.

“Not yet.” Was all the guy who was towering over Jake replied. You watched with a whine as he brought his leg back only to kick Jake and kick Jake hard right in his gut while he was down. “Take her to The Commander.” Again there was a harsh kick that had Jake groaning in unbearable pain, but all you could do was watch and take in small identifiable features of your captors.

Deep voices, tall, the hand that had wrapped itself around your mouth was caucasian, the size boot of the guard kicking Jake had to have at least been a ten or more. Small, hopefully valuable pieces of a much larger puzzle.

“Is that all you’ve got, big guy?” You heard Jake laugh as he tried to get up off the ground as you were being ushered along. You saw it coming the second his arrogance slips past his tongue. That same taser that had jolted Jake in his side was now pressed into his neck.

“JAKE!” There was no answer, no response or sign of life as you rounded the corner struggling. “Let go of me!” It was everything he’d told you not to do. “Let go of me!” But you needed to fight. “I’m not going anywhere with you!” It was then again you were hit with that same paralytic as before, a sharp sting followed by a quick burning sensation left your vision darkened and distorted before you were falling to your knees.

Unable to move and unable to fight.

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When you’re little, nighttime is scary because there are monsters hiding right under your bed. When you get older, the monsters are different. Self doubt, loneliness, regret. And though you may be older and wiser–you still find yourself scared of the dark.

The room you woke up in was dark and all consuming but just from the smell alone seemed cleaner than the grim covered cell you’d just been dragged from. All at once, all the lights were in—blinding you in bright white light.

“I’m sorry my men had to get so physical with you so soon into your stay with us.” You heard a man speak from the corner of the room. “I’m hoping once we have a chat about what exactly it is you and your comrade are doing here that I’ll be able to tell them to be a little less hostile.” He spoke calmly, level headed.

“Who are you?” You strained against the restraints keeping you down on the chair you found yourself in.

“You can call me The Commander.” Was all he said as he stalked around the room. To your surprise the more your eyes allowed the light in, the more you came to realise he was on full display. No dark clothes, no hidden identity. Just a simple man in a simple suit. He looked well kept, clean and shaven. Like he had just come off Wall Street. “And what can I call you in return?” He asked politely enough as he sat down on the edge of a barron desk.

“Hollywood.” You simply croaked out. He nodded in a sign of gratitude. You were still assessing your situation.

“You and your friend seem to have been flying a little too far away from home don’t you think?” The room you were in smelt of chemical cleaner and notes of bourbon. The bourbon must have been from The Commander himself.

“Well the US hasn’t always been known for keeping within its sovereign borders.” You sighed, still coming to. “Has it.” The Commander chuckled at your wit as he stalked towards you.

“Still doesn’t answer my question Hollywood?” He reminded you as he towered over your still sitting body. He was harsh as he gripped at your face to make sure you were looking up at him. “Why are you here?”

“The google reviews on your accommodation package need some updating.” You answered proudly. “Only reason I’m here is because the reviews said the rooms were bright and spacious.” It earned it a fist to the side of the face. “Ahh!”

“I’m not a patient man.” The Commander explained as he remained towering over you. “I’ll get what I want and I’ll go to any lengths to get it.” He paused as he bent over to level with you. “Just ask Captain Hewens.” The look on your face must have been enough to tell The Commander exactly what he needed to know. That you weren’t so confident after all. “It’s simple, you give me what I want and I won’t kill your friend.” At the mere mention of Jake your heart rate increased enough to send heat racing to your cheeks as you strained against your restraints. “Bring him in.” The Commander ordered as double doors that rivaled something straight out of an asylum busted open.

The two guards, you’d decided to nickname them dumb and dumber, dragged Jake in. They both carried his weight with one arm each as his head slumped and his head hung low.

“Oh my god.” You gasped at the sight of Jake before you. He was beaten pretty badly, to the extent where his face was all swollen and cut up. “Jake—“

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He made sure to let you know.

“Now you see Hollywood, I’m in search of information that might aid me in the process of furthering my reach across the globe.” You weren’t all that focused on the explanation you were being given, all you could focus on was Jake at your feet, lying on his back looking up at you.

“But before we move onto that, I need to know what exactly the two of you were sent here to do.” The Commander walked across the room to pick up a single knife. “And you’re going to tell me just what your government sent you here to do.” The Commander lingered on his explanation as he made his way over to where Jake laid on the ground at your feet, spent and just trying to catch his breath. “You’re going to answer some of my questions and if you don’t I’m gonna slit the Lieutenant's throat.”

“Don’t you touch him.” Sleep. It's the easiest thing to do. “Don’t.” You hissed as you watched the Commander crouch down to lift Jake's head up by his blood stained hair. Jake laughed in a way you’d never heard him laugh before. It was nearly insane sounding.

“Jokes on you, I like having my hair pulled.” You caught the moment Jake sent you a struggled wink before he rammed the back of his head right against The Commander's nose. The crack was unreal—it echoed off the walls as he stumbled back a few steps and cupped at his nose. “But usually by pretty women.” Again there was a wink, Jake's arrogance was shining through the imminent peril the two of you were in.

For a guy who looked as if he’d been beaten within an inch of his life, Jake moved pretty quick. He sprung up onto his feet and swung at The Commander the second he got a chance to.

You winced as Jake tackled The Commander to the ground, the knife in his handle went sliding across the floor in a spectacular fashion, catching the fluorescent light as it twirled around.

“Piece of shit!” It was pure anger as Jake let The Commander have it. He straddled the well kept man’s waist as he landed punch after punch after punch. “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?”

You knew it was over before it even started the second the hospital style double doors opened with a boisterous thud once again. Three men dressed head to toe in dark clothing entered the room with quick haste. One made his way over to you while the other two raced over to where Jake was giving the Commander his all.

Sleep. You just close your eyes and drift away. But for so many people, sleep seems out of their grasp.

You want it, so bad, but you don't know how to get it. How to obtain such a hot commodity.

“Get off of me!!” Jake spat as he was hoisted off the man in the suit with soulless eyes and an empty heart. “Get the fuck off me!” He was made to kneel as his arms were held out. When Jake had actually stopped fighting his heart sank into his stomach.

There you were—strapped to the chair with one of the men holding a gun to your temple. Jake watched as your bottom lip quivered and your eyes welled with tears. You’d cried so many tears.

“I’ll start easy shall I?” The Commander spat blood as he rose to his feet and fixed his suit jacket. “Names, I want both your names.” His tone had changed, The Commander was angry, no doubt about it. “Don’t answer and I’ll kill her right now, right in front of you.”

“Don’t tell them anything.” Jake looked at you like you were the only one in the room. “I’m right here, it’s okay.”

“WHAT ARE YOUR NAMES!”

“I’m not telling you shit!” Jake swore time stood still as he watched the guard behind you move the gun from your temple and fired one single shot into your upper thigh. Your screams could have burst his eardrums as you cried out in shock and pain. The realisation set in quickly that they were serious—it wasn’t just a bluff. Jake and his actions had gotten you shot.

“I’ll give you one last chance to tell me exactly who you are before I blow her fucking brains out right here right now.” Jake's knees felt weak as deep crimson began to seep into your flight suit. This was real, holy shit this was really fucking real.

“My name is Lieutenant Jacob ‘Hangman’ Seresin, and the woman you just shot is Lieutenant Y/N ‘Hollywood’ Y/L/N.” Jake explained as guilt flooded his broken and battered system. He stayed kneeling on the ground before you as your painful cries filled the silence.

“Good.” The Commander was satisfied enough. “Someone run their files, I want addresses, stations, friends and family names, you name it.” He added as he gestured for his guards to let Jake go. “Let her go.” He nodded before the man with the gun lowered his weapon. You felt like you could breathe once again. “Someone get me a suture kit and rubbing alcohol.”

It was all getting blurry, the voices, the room. Blood was pouring out of your thigh at a rate you recognized to be dangerous. Jake moved over to where you sat, now unrestrained. He assessed your thigh before placing his hands on your cheeks to wipe away your tears.

“I’m so sorry—“ It was an apology bathed in the deepest of sympathies. The Commander watched as Jake kneeled between your legs. It sparked an idea inside his mind that would make it a hell of a lot easier to get the information he needed.

“I hope you’ve got steady hands there Lieutenant Seresin.” The Commander snickered as he rolled his cuffs up. “Wouldn’t want your partner bleeding out.” It didn’t take Jake long at all to figure out what was happening, because the moment he was handed the suture kit? He knew he was going to have to get used to your agonising whimpers. “Try not to make her scream too much, I’ve got a fucking headache.”

“I’m really tired.” You mumbled as your head fell forward against Jake's shoulder. He did his best to hold back his own tears as you worked to cup his hand over the bleeding. The other held the back of your head as he turned to kiss your temple softly. “Jake—“

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He spoke as softly as ever as the Commander and his insurgents left the clean near sterile room. Leaving just you and Jake behind. “I’m gonna fix you up, don’t worry, you can rest.”

“Mmmm—don’t ever try to be a hero again.” Jake nodded as he let out a painful sob. This wasn’t what he had signed up for. This wasn’t part of the mission parameters.

“Just stay with me Hollywood.” Sleep, it didn’t always come easy. But once you face your demons, face your fears, and turn to each other for help–night time isn't all that scary. “I’ve got you.” It was the last thing you heard before everything went dark. But you felt a comfort, a warm embrace that kept you safe.

Why? Because you realised soon enough that you weren’t all alone in the dark.

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Sacred New Beginnings

Chapter 3

Pairing- Jake Seresin x Reader (oc Stormy), Bradley Bradshaw x reader (oc Stormy)

Warnings- language, drinking, suggestive sexual content

Summary- It’s Mav and Penny’s wedding day, you and Jake talk about last night’s revelations and you decide to meet with Bradley.

Song inspo- Butterflies- Kacey Musgraves, Feather- Sabrina Carpenter, Too Well- Reneé Rapp,

Present day

The only bad thing about waking up in San Diego was your internal clock was so off. What you’d thought was 7 am was actually 5 and you groaned as you checked your phone, realizing you were wide awake. The best part of being back in San Diego? The wall of muscle and strong arms wrapped around your body, Jake’s deep breathing against your neck caused your heart to flutter at the possibility of this being a regular thing. Last night had been an absolute shit show with one bomb dropping after another, and you knew you would need to unpack all of it and speak to Rooster but for now you wanted nothing more than to explore whatever this was with Jake.

You could feel him stirring and he kissed your neck, so you turned in his arms to look at him. If you’d thought he was perfection on a regular day, you’d been completely mistaken; hair a mess and warm flushed skin with a five o’clock shadow…He was like a fantasy. You craned your neck a little so you could press kisses to his cheek, and he sighed as he pulled you tighter to his chest. He cracked one eye open and groaned as he realized it was still dark outside, mumbling something the likes of you’re trying to kill me woman and you just laughed. How did it feel this easy? There should be an awkward morning after feeling settled over the two of you, no you hadn’t had sex but you’d definitely crossed a line and you wouldn’t have blamed him for feeling uncomfortable. He was running his hands all over your body now, legs still tangled together and he finally opened his eyes to look at you. Dark green orbs settled on you and he shined that 1000 watt smile, running the tip of his nose along yours and you all but melted into him.

“Thought you might’ve been a dream, but I don’t think I could have conjured up how beautiful you look in my arms Stormy girl, a man could get used to this.”

He gently gripped your chin to tilt your face to his, wanting to make sure that you hadn’t changed your mind and you surged forward to press your lips to his. He was barely holding it together if he was honest, you felt so good and he’d be lying if he hadn’t dreamed this up a million times, nothing ever coming close to reality as you hitched your leg over his hip and moaned into his mouth. Jake was pretty sure he had died and gone to heaven. And then he was immediately hit with a level head and realized what he was doing, he needed to stop; he couldn’t just jump into this with you yet you had so much that still needed to be figured out and he’d be damned if he ended up a rebound. So he gently kissed your lips once, then twice and rolled over on to his back, mentally reciting the first paragraph of the NATOPS manual for his super hornet as he tried to come back to earth.

You leaned back on your elbow to look at him now, worry etched in your features and he could beat his own ass for making you feel unwanted.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, “ did I do something?”

God he was doomed, he needed to get his shit together before he gave in and fucked you senseless just to make sure you knew how insanely sexy you were.

“Baby you couldn’t do anything wrong to me if you tried, and trust me I want you more than I can put into words, but I want your mind clear before we start this. I don’t want to be second choice Y/n, if we do this I want everything with you. I know that’s a lot and I don’t want to run you off sweetheart but if I’m honest this whole thing scares the shit out of me. I’ve never been this guy, I’m a one night stand, maybe a few dates at best; but I want a lifetime and I want it with you. So until you’re ready for that we gotta cool off sugar, just for a little while ok?”

You blinked back tears and a sob hiccuped from your chest, how the hell was he even real?! This was hallmark movie levels of romance, this shit didn’t happen to normal people did it?

You kissed him again, just sweet and gentle not to take it too far and laid your hand on his chest.

“I want this Jake, I don’t know how we are going to do it but I do; I want all of that with you.”

You’d followed him to the kitchen after your declaration, both of you still in a haze and you hoped coffee and some breakfast could bring some clarity. You worked together easily in the kitchen to make French toast and bacon, dancing around to the songs on his playlist flowing through the room. It felt so good, just being here with him like this and you felt lighter than you’d felt in months.

Around 7 you were cuddled up on the couch with your third cup of coffee, surfing through channels when you got a text message on your phone. You knew it was probably Phoenix just letting you know to be ready at a certain time for hair and makeup but when you unlocked the screen it wasn’t Natasha on your screen; it was Bradley. You knew it was coming, he’d been drunk last night and your blood was boiling at the audacity he’d had to try and get you back knowing what you knew now. Did he really think you were that stupid? Or did he honestly just think he could cover his tracks enough to reel you back in, hoping the history you had would be enough to convince you to start over? Either way he was sorely mistaken; he’d fucked you over and cheated on you it was over the minute he chose his career over your relationship.

Jake had noticed the shift in you, you were still staring at your phone with a glazed look but your hands were trembling. He leaned over and plucked the device from your lap and his heart sank. Rooster. It was bound to happen today, there’s no way he’d make it through the wedding without trying to talk to you again but Jake had hoped you’d have a little more time in your happy bubble together. He took your hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze,

“What are you thinking y/n? Do you want to meet up with him? Do you need me to come with?”

You shook your head, you wanted to scream over the stupidity of it all. But you knew what you had to do so you took your phone back and texted Bradley.

“I’m gonna meet him for lunch, please don’t worry about me. I can handle it, I promise. I’ll have Phoenix come pick me up afterwards to get ready and meet you at the venue.”

He hated this. He didn’t like the idea of you going alone and he knew Rooster could be persistent. You two had a lot of history despite how much shit he’d put you through but Jake knew the only way was to let you handle this, he had to trust your judgment.

“I’ll do whatever you want baby, like I said I’m all in.”

You’d done minimal makeup, thrown on a button up of Jake’s and some cutoffs and taken an Uber to the restaurant. Jake had wanted to drop you off but you didn’t want to start off arguing with Bradley, you didn’t even know where to start to be honest. You’d talked to Fanboy on the way over, he was less than thrilled that Jake had spilled the beans but he understood that you needed to know. He had always been kind to you but he was Bradley’s friend first, so you expected he would always have his back first even if his friend was compromising his future. You tried your best to stay level headed as you exited the car, clocking the blue bronco parked on the back lot and going over what you had to say. The feel of Jake’s shirt and the smell of his cologne grounded you as you entered the restaurant, catching Bradley’s honey brown eyes as you scanned the room. This was going to be hell.

He was nervous, he knew he’d fucked up last night; got so caught up in his buzz and the emotions but it had felt good to hold you again. He’d made a mess of everything with you, and then continued to burn his world down after you left by hooking up with Mirage again. He was lonely and there was no excuse, Mav pulled no punches when he confronted him on his behavior after finding out how he’d stolen the mission assignment from you and Jake and had nearly grounded him for it. His mother would’ve been so disappointed in him, he couldn’t even begin to think what she would say if she was here and could see what he’d done. Mav and Penny made him seek out a therapist and over the past few months he’d been doing so well, working on his anger management and drinking a lot less…well at least until this past week. He’d let the thought of you coming back get under his skin and he felt like he’d tanked all of his progress in one night. He wanted desperately to apologize, he knew he didn’t deserve to hope he could get you back but if he could at least have you back in his life he’d take whatever you were willing to give. As you walked towards his table now he was overwhelmed with just how pretty you always were, just effortlessly beautiful and he felt a lump catch in his throat, he had to fix this.

You came to a stop in front of him and he gave you a small smile, gesturing for you to sit. The awkwardness of it all made your skin crawl, it had never been hard to get along with him, he was all big personality and fun energy seemed to ooze out of him. None of that seemed to be present now, he looked almost timid in his actions as he cleared his throat, and you braced yourself for whatever he had to say.

“Y/n I was out of line last night, I never should have let it get that far. I know I fucked everything up, hell I keep doing it. I can’t make any excuses, you deserved so much more from me than that.”

“Bradley we are both somewhat to blame for what happened last night. Honestly it was an emotional night and we’d both had too much to drink. I do appreciate the apology though, it’s nice to know you can actually hold yourself accountable sometimes.” You had an edge to your voice that was almost unrecognizable to him, he’d never been on the receiving end of your sharp tongue and it caused him to wince.

“I can’t change what I did Stormy, I made a huge mistake-”

“A mistake is accidentally breaking a glass, or rear ending someone in a parking lot, you attempted to tank my career to lift up your own, that was a choice Bradshaw, not a mistake.”

He was looking at the table not willing to look at you, he knew this would be hard and that you would go for the jugular, letting you say what you needed was important no matter how much it hurt because he did in fact deserve it.

You swiped at your eyes to keep the tears at bay, you knew you’d get emotional and you always seemed to cry when you were angry; that was part of why they called you Storm, you could be a force to reckon with when you were backed into a wall yet right now you felt more clear than you had in your life. You knew what you wanted to get out, and it was time for him to know you knew the full extent of his betrayal.

“Baby, please don’t cry- I don’t expect anything to come from this. I truly want you to know I’m not asking anything of you, I’ve been seeing a therapist for the past 6 months and he agreed that it was important for me to try and apologize if you’d let me. You have every right to say or feel whatever you want. I just want you to know I’m sorry. For all of it.”

You let out a dark chuckle at that, did he really think he could continue this and never admit what else he’d done? You wondered if his therapist even knew the full extent of what he’d done? Did Mav? A sinking feeling hits your gut at the thought that your mentor may also be in the wrong, God you hoped he didn’t know.

“All of it huh?” You mused, looking him over and willing him to look you in the eye, you wouldn’t be ignored for this part. “So just the near destruction of my career? Or the fact that you cheated on me right after you did it? Ooh oh or the fact that you continued your little affair after I left?! Tell me Roo, which part are you most sorry for?”

He looked like you had slapped him, and honestly you wished you had. You were shaking now, you needed to wrap this up and get out of here as soon as possible, you looked down at the phone in your lap and typed out to Phoenix that you were ready to leave as you let it sink in to Bradley just how much you truly knew.

“What?! How?-“

“Let me guess, right about now you’re wondering how I know considering you swore Mickey to secrecy?”

“Son of a bitch”

“Well Roo looks like he’s as loyal to you as you were to me. Funny how that works out huh?”

Your phone dinged, Phe was already waiting for you outside. So you grasped your purse and slammed a twenty on the table.

“Apology not accepted Rooster, don’t contact me again.”

You felt like you were gasping for air as you made it outside, Phoenix was perched on the hood of her car and jumped off to rush to you, tears pouring from your eyes as she guided you into your seat.

“What the hell happened, Stormy?”

“Did you know?”

“What do you-“

“NATASHA! Did you know?! That he was sleeping with Mirage while we were together. DID YOU KNOW?!”

She jerked back her hand like you’d burned her, you could see the wheels turning in her head and she slammed her fists on the steering wheel.

“That son of a bitch, he told me that they started seeing each other after you left, I told him that shit was too soon but no, no! Stormy I would have told you if I had known. FUCK! I can’t believe this shit.”

She was crying along with you now, and you reached across the console to hug her as she pulled you both out of the lot.

You two had finally calmed down when you made it to the venue Penny and Amelia were waiting for you at; anger still simmered at the surface for Natasha but she would be damned if she let anything ruin this day. You pulled your phone out to text Jake, letting him know you’d made it to the venue and your phone rang immediately. You knew he’d probably been staring at his phone this whole time waiting for you to call, so you told Nat to go ahead and answered.

“Are you ok? Do you need me to come down there?”

You could hear the worry in his voice and you almost told him yes, please come, hold me and make me feel better but you bit down on your lip and took a steady breath; you’d see him soon and that would get you through the afternoon.

“I’m ok, it was awful but it’s done. He knows I know everything now and I don’t have anything else to say to him. And don’t tempt me Seresin, I’ve been away from you less than two hours and I already miss you.” The admission had your cheeks heating up and you couldn’t stop the stupid smile plastered on your face if you tried.

He laughed and it made your smile impossibly wider, you were falling hard and there was no point in denying it.

“I miss you all the time, so tell me you gonna be my date tonight? Officially? I look pretty damn good in my suit I have to say.”

He was going to be the death of you, you were certain of it.

“I think we could make that happen, I’ll see you tonight Casanova.”

Spending time with the girls had been good for your heart, it had been too long since you’d seen Halo, and Amelia seemed to have grown a whole foot in the 6 months you’d been gone. Penny looked like an angel in her gorgeous white dress, Mav was one lucky son of a bitch to have finally convinced her to marry him. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when she walked down the aisle, it had been a long time coming but they had been soulmates from the beginning.

Afternoon crept into evening and before you knew it the time had come for everyone to take their seats for the ceremony. You stepped out of the suite and ran directly into someone’s firm chest. You looked up quick to apologize and there he was, Jake Seresin dressed to the nines in his fancy tux. You couldn’t deny he was right, he did look damn good. He looked almost dazed as he took you in, your black dress had a flowy skirt and a thigh slit, hair in a loose updo and just the right amount of sparkly makeup (which Amelia had insisted on).

“I never thought I’d see the day that Hangman was rendered speechless” you whispered softly as you looked up at him, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss you.

“I think the problem is I have too much I want to say, but I don’t want to scare you off. You look beautiful, Stormy girl, so damn beautiful.”

The door swung open behind you and you both turned to make room, Phoenix and Amelia peeking out the door with a mischievous look on their faces.

“So are you two like a thing now? Because I can totally see it. He’s totally hot y/n” Amelia said as she pointed finger guns at you and rushing back into the room giggles pouring through the doorway.

You facepalmed and Jake laughed, Phoenix inspected the both of you with her ever watchful eye, she could see it too; something had changed between the two of you. She didn’t push, knowing you would tell her when you were ready, simply shooing you both down the hall so the three of you could find your seats.

The ceremony had been beautiful, Mav and Penny had written their own vows and there wasn’t a dry eye in the building by the time they were done, decades of love poured into the words they promised each other. You had noticed Bradley trying to catch your gaze several times but refused to give him the attention he so clearly wanted, you’d given him enough of your time today and that was more than he’d deserved.

The reception was a beautiful affair, tables on the beach underneath torches and twinkle lights as the band played, people taking to the makeshift dance floor that had been set up on the sand. You watched as your friends danced and mingled between each other, Payback and his husband, Nat and her girlfriend, Bob and his very pregnant wife (you still couldn’t believe the shy WSO had a whole brood of children with his high school sweetheart, barely in their thirties and already on their fourth baby), you had missed them all so much it hurt. You felt someone touch your shoulder and looked up to find Mickey Garcia, you gestured for him to sit as he put a beer down in front of you which you were grateful for.

“I should have said something a long time ago Stormy, what happened with Rooster-“

“Mickey, stop. I understand the guilt you are feeling but what happened isn’t your fault or responsibility. And tonight isn’t a night for this kind of talk, you and I are cool so let’s just enjoy our evening ok bubs?” You ruffled his hair and he gave you a tight hug as he ventured back into the crowd, no doubt to convince Halo for a dance.

Jake was talking with Mav and Coyote near the bar, jacket long forgotten and sleeves rolled up on his nice white button down. You couldn’t help but stare, all this time of the two of you being platonic had kept you from truly seeing him and now that you knew what it felt like to kiss him, be held in his arms, hear him declare his love? It was like a drug and you wanted more.

He could feel your gaze, his eyes flicked over to you as he watched you drink your beer, you had the audacity to look shy as he watched the blush creep across your cheeks from being caught. He quickly excused himself, catching a knowing glance from Javy, he knew he’d weasel it out of him later but right now all his thoughts were focused on getting his hands on you. He came up behind you leaning in to whisper in your ear, and you couldn’t get up fast enough, grabbing his jacket and your purse as he led you away from the beach and back towards his truck.

“Do you think they’ll be mad we’re leaving?” You said a little breathlessly as you hopped back into your heels and tried to keep up, Jake all but hauling you to the door. Instead of opening it to let you in he pressed you to the cool metal, caging you in.

“I think if they knew that we were making up for lost time they’d understand, because looking at you in this dress is driving me crazy and I might die if I don’t kiss you.”

You yanked him down to you, licking into his mouth and tasting the beer on his tongue. He was delicious and warm, running his hand up your thigh through the slit in your gown and groping your chest with the other, a high pitched whine leaving you as he teased the side of your lace thong, and you gripped his hair in a harsh tug that had him groaning into your mouth. He knew he needed to stop, anyone could see the two of you out here and he wasn’t the sharing type, so he smoothed his hands over the satiny fabric of your dress and stepped back, the look of you enough to make him second guess his choice to take you home instead of fucking you senseless in his truck. Your hair was messy, falling out of your updo with swollen lips and your pretty pink lipstick smeared, one strap from your dress hung loosely at your shoulder and God he needed you. Your eyes were glazed over, still trying to process that he’d pulled away and you gave him what he considered the cutest pout he’d ever seen in his life.

“Why’d you stop?” You fussed, curling your fingers through his belt loops in an attempt to pull him closer.

He kissed the pout off your lips and pulled you into his chest, opening the truck door to slide you into the passenger seat.

“Because if I’m gonna make love to you like I want it’s not gonna be in the parking lot during Mav’s wedding darlin’, now be a good girl and let me get you home so I can take my time with you.”

You giggled and peppered kisses along his cheek and neck as he buckled you in, anticipation thrumming through you.

What you didn’t see as the two of you drove off was your ex, hands balled up into fists at the sight he’d just witnessed.

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alex99achapterthree · 1 month

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Last time on Phantom Friday ...

... an aircraft was sent back to the beach for maintenance when there was a glitch that couldn't be fixed on the ship. After a week with its guts spread all over the hangar floor it's back to the boat.

It was all going fine until, when the pilot tried to "dirty up" in the pattern the nose gear wouldn't extend, making a normal arrested landing impossible. After much studying of checklists and NATOPS bold-face procedures, the decision was made and the call rang out on the flight deck...

RIG THE BARRICADE !!!

The barricade is a web of nylon straps that stretches across the landing area to stop an aircraft that otherwise can't land. The deck crew springs into action.

With his pucker factor set at maximum, the pilot makes his approach and...

He made it!

Now, the poor bird is a little bent and will probably spend the rest of the cruise in the back corner of the hangar bay serving as a parts donor. That sure beats the bottom of the ocean and the crew didn't have to go swimming so it's a win for everybody.

(ps, I know, different aircraft. Just roll with it.)

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callsign-dexter · 10 months

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The Sibling Connection

Summary: Now 23 and 38 the Bradshaw siblings come back to Miramar and see an old face. Feelings come up and surprises are revealed.

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, very inaccurate military talk, and timing

Masterlist

First Installment- Brotherly Love

Second Installment- The Sibling Connection

A/N: Italics mean that they are up in the air or getting ready to be up in the air.

Y/N wasn't at The Hard Deck when her brother arrived; this is due to her being fresh out of flight school and now officially a pilot. She had just been at her base in Fallon, Nevada for 3 days when she was told she would be helping out at Top Gun for a secret mission. She exceeded all of her training but then again what do you expect when you have an uncle that is the Commander of the US Pacific Fleet and taught you everything to know about flying?

When Y/N turned 18 she applied to the Naval Academy but first talked with her brother about it. He wanted her to chase her dreams and so he helped her even though he didn't get in, he wasn't gonna hold her back like Maverick did to him. He supported her the entire time. She kept him updated with everything and also Maverick too but it was mostly about her and not Bradley, per his request, and she respected that. When she told Bradley that she wanted to fly he was ecstatic, when she told him she wanted to fly the F-35B he was a little disappointed it wasn't a F/A-18E Super Hornet but didn't make her switch, they even joke about it and play fight.

The next day when everyone showed up to class, Bradley looked around for his sister but she wasn't there and he frowned slightly. He really didn't pay attention to what was going on but he was listening.

"Attention on deck!" Someone said and everyone scooted their chairs back and stood at attention as Warlock and Cyclone.

"Morning." Warlock said and everyone sat down "Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated. I’m Admiral Bates, NAWDC commander. You’re all top gun graduates. The elite. The best of the best. That was yesterday. The enemy’s new fifth-generation fighter has leveled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage. Success, now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box. Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve. Your instructor is a top gun graduate with real-world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary. And he’s considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life and death. I give you Captain Pete Mitchell. Call sign: “Maverick.” Warlock finished as Maverick walked up the aisle and Bradley's frown deepened.

"Good morning. The f-18 natops. It contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft. I’m assuming you know the book inside and out." Maverick said Bradley was listening but wasn't happy about Maverick teaching him. Oh how he wished his sister would show up.

"Damn right." Jake said and another person said "Damn straight."

"You got it. So does your enemy." Maverick said threw the book into the trash.

"And we’re off." Warlock said

"But what the enemy doesn’t know is your limits. I intend to find them, test them, and push beyond. Today we’ll start with what you only think you know. You show me what you’re made of." Maverick continued "Before we continue Cyclone has something he wants to add." He said and took a step away and to the side as Cyclone walked up.

"Since this mission is dangerous and high stakes, we are bringing in another pilot. She will be flying the F-35 but will not be running the mission with you but will be training with you. She will be back up in the skies only and will take off with everyone else. She will assist if she needs to." Cyclone said and Bradley could feel his smirk, mood lightening, and sitting up straighter. "She has exceeded her training and has graduated early from pilot training and is now a stealth pilot. Everyone, I would like you to meet Lieutenant Y/N Bradshaw. Call sign: Sparhawk." Cyclone said as you reached the front and turned. You smiled and waved at the rest and then your eyes turned onto Bradley who had a smirk on his face and you smiled back at him.

Everyone was dismissed. Y/N was already out by her F-35. She would be going up with every hop to pose as another enemy along with Maverick. She saw Bradley get stopped by Maverick but wasn't able to hear anything. Bradley walked away from Maverick and came up to her.

"Took you long enough." He said playfully and she laughed and smiled.

"I wanted it to be a surprise." She told him which is true he knew she was coming but just not when. He smiled and shook his head.

"You haven't changed one-bit little sis." Bradley said.

"I haven't but you have." She shot back she missed the playful banter. He just smirked.

"If you need anything. Let me know." He told her and she nodded her head.

"You got it, bro. Be safe up there." She said and turned to get up in her jet.

"You too sis." He replied and headed to his own jet.

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The training was going well. Each hop was different from the last since each pilot had different flying skills. Y/N stayed unseen which was doable since she had a jet that was almost completely invisible from radar. There were a few times that she had freaked out the others by flying right next to them and they didn't even know. She especially liked to freak out Jake.

It had been when Jake, Natasha, and Bob were up for one of the hops. Jake was looking over at the other two and that's when Y/N silently flew up next to him. Both Natasha and Bob were smirking.

"What are the two of you smirking at?" Jake asked and they said nothing but Y/N's voice came into the comms.

"Why don't you look to your left, Bagman." She said with a smirk on her face and you could hear it. He looked to his left and saw her there and he jerked his jet to the right and almost hit Natasha and Bob but he corrected it before he crashed.

"Geez, Spawhawk. Where did you come from?" He asked, "You almost gave me a heart attack." He continued and she laughed.

"I've been here for at least 10 minutes." She said with a smirk on her face.

"Warning next time would be nice." He said and she laughed.

"That would beat the purpose of it being a stealth jet." She responded back with sass. They didn't get to speak much longer because Maverick's voice came on the comms.

"Ok enough chit chatting. Sparhawk, time to start." Maverick said and she nodded even though he couldn't see it.

"You got it Mav." She said and dropped her speed and seamlessly disappeared but in reality she just dropped down below the other jets and let them speed past her. She flew to Mav and settled right next to him. They decided to make the others sweat and they switched to private communication.

"So an F-35?" Maverick asked her and she smiled though he couldn't see it.

"Yea I figured it would be a nice change of pace and I like stealth." She said and he laughed.

"You sure do. Are you ready to take them down?" He asked her.

"Absolutely." She replied and off they went. Mav was the distraction while she stealthy came up behind them and toned them. This went on for several hops.

Bradley was the toughest but eventually he was toned too. When Coyote went into g-loc she thought she was going to have a heart attack along with the bird strike, but in the end everyone was ok.

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Not much time was given to hang out except when Maverick made time for dogfight football. It was wild and Y/N loved it. She always had a competitive side with Bradley and just in general. Getting to hang out with hot sweaty, shirtless, muscled, 6-pack abs, and sun-kissed skin guys wasn't bad either.

After Y/N and her team won against Bradley they all sat down to cool off and some even went into the ocean. Bradley came over to her and threw an arm around her and she made a face.

"Bro you're sweaty. Get off of me." She said and pushed him away and he laughed.

"Look who's talking. You're just about as sweaty as I am." He pushed her back and smiled. They eventually stopped and talked until the sun went down and they headed home. What they didn't know was that Maverick was several feet back watching them smiling. He was glad Y/N stayed in touch and sad that Bradley didn't. He was surprised that she went into the Navy but couldn't blame her.

Everyone left the beach and headed home to continue the next day. Then they were off to do the mission and come home, safely.

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The time has come for the mission. Everyone was nervous but ready for it. Maverick picked his team and Y/N was shocked when Bradley's name was called and her stomach dropped. She already knew she would be going but she feared for her brother. They all started to go out towards their jets when Cyclone stopped her.

"Lt. Bradshaw, stay back for a few seconds." She stopped and turned to look at him as the other left and Bradley gave her a questioning look. He also stopped Maverick before he left "Captain Mitchell a word." He said as he was getting ready to leave.

"What can we do for you?" Maverick asked and then Warlock walked up to them.

"We have decided to send Lt. Bradshaw out before the Daggers." Both Maverick and Y/N were shocked, this was not the plan.

"Captain Mitchell, you will still be leading the Daggers. Once everyone gets to the opening of the mountain, Lt. Bradshaw will drop out and do air control." They both were silent as Warlock spoke about the change of plans.

"Understood." Both of them said.

"Dismissed." Cyclone said and both Cyclone and Warlock walked out of the room followed by Maverick and Y/N, but not before looking at each other.

When they got to their jets and Maverick and Bradley talked, Bradley walked up to his sister. "What was that about?" He asked.

"You know I'm not allowed to say. It's just the plans have changed. You'll see once we get up in the air." She said and he nodded but he could tell that she was nervous, they could always tell when something was up with the other it was just the sibling connection they shared. The announcement came on telling them that they were ready to launch. They hugged each other. "I love you, big brother." She said and he hugged her tighter.

"I love you too little sis." He replied and then let go of her and they went and got in their jets getting ready to take off.

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They had Y/N's jet taxi to the catapult and she could feel the eyes of her teammates on her. They would be asking questions later. "Safety Dagger up and ready." She said into her comms. They gave her the go and the shooter gave the command and she shot off the deck and into the sky. Once she was far enough away they gave the ok for the other Daggers. She could hear Maverick talking but wasn't paying attention. She was on the lookout for bandits but found none. She saw the missiles fly above her and once the opening of the canyon, she dropped down and let the now-in-formation Daggers go ahead of her. She broke right and went around the mountain monitoring the skies.

She was far enough away from the mountains but still close enough. As she was monitoring the skies she came across one of the bandits. "Safety Dagger this Comanche. You have a bandit at 3 o'clock." She looked at her radar and so behold there it was.

"Comanche, this is Safety Dagger. Copy that. Will not engage unless need to." She said into her comms.

"Copy that Safety Dagger." Comanche said. Everything was going smoothly until they spotted her and it was game on.

"Comanche bandit is engaging, Safety Dagger is responding." She said.

"Copy, Safety Dagger." They said to her, she dropped her speed and dropped altitude. She was trying to disappear from their radar and it was working.

She got behind them and got tone but she was still far enough away from them they couldn't see her. She got closer and they panicked and started to try to lose her. Each move they made she made. "Can't shake me. Our jets are practically the same." She said to herself. "Oh you're good but I'm better." She said and after a few minutes and a few missile shots and gunshots, she got the final tone and shot, taking them down. Her 1st confirmed kill. She still has a lot of ammo left. She had this feeling that something was right and boy was she right when she started to hear all the commotion going on and then Maverick went down and her heart dropped. She saw Natasha, Bob, Mickey, and Javy emerge but not Bradley. She flew up beside them. "Where is my brother?" She asked any of them but they remained silent "Answer me." She almost growled.

"He went back for Mav." Bob finally said and boy was she angry. She quickly pulled her jet to the left and headed towards where they were last. When Cyclone came over the comms

"Safety Dagger, return to the ship." He said and she was pissed.

"What's the point of a Safety Dagger if it's not going to protect the fellow Daggers?" She replied and Cyclone knew she was right and she might be in trouble but be damn with it.

"Safety Dagger you are clear to proceed." Cyclone said and she nodded and proceeded to her brother. She flew around but couldn't see them. She practically growled. "Safety Dagger, report." He said.

"Plane wreckage but not shoots or bodies." She said looking through the bottom of the plane thanks to her extremely up to date technology helmet. She then saw an F-14 on the runway and knew it was them but didn't say anything. She didn't want to alert the enemies.

The F-14 took off and was in the sky. Once far enough away from the base she flew up beside them scaring the crap out of them. But once they saw she was friendly they were relieved. "Thought I would never see you again boys." She said into the comms. Bradley laughed.

"What made you come looking for us?" He asked.

"Let's call it the sibling connection kicked in. I knew that you were still alive and I wasn't about to not help." She said to her brother and pseudo father.

"Well, I'm glad it's still working. Let's go home." He said and that is exactly what they did but not before running into several bandits. They put up a good fight. Y/N could give them that but she had a jet of the same technology as them. She broke away from them and took off after the 3rd bandit and they watched her in a dogfight, and they were impressed, while they were fighting off on their own. They quickly got rid of their first one and they watched her take down the 3rd one, which was behind her but she shot a missile and it shot out but it went up and behind her hitting the 3rd bandit, they were impressed, confirming her 2nd kill. The second bandit was now chasing Maverick and Bradley through the canyon but she had another problem, a 4th bandit showed up and she was in another dogfight.

Y/N and the 4th bandit were chasing each other just as soon as she took down the bandit, Bradley and Maverick came back without the bandit and knew they would be ok. The 4th bandit was her 3rd confirmed kill. A 5th bandit showed up and Maverick and Bradley were out of ammo she put up a fight for them as they tried to invade and damaged the bandit but soon ran out of ammo.

Just as soon as they thought they were done for the plane that was in front of them but now behind them, after turning avoiding gunshots, them blew up and Jake came out of the smoke. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentleman, this is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seat belts, return the tray tables to their locked an upright positions and prepare for landing." Jakes voice came through the comms.

'Hangman , you're looking good." Bradley said

"I am good, Rooster. I'm very good." Jake said to him being the cocky son of a bitch that he was. They all headed back to the ship, first Jake then Y/N, and then finally Maverick and Bradley. Once Bradley and Maverick crashed landed they got out of the plane and everyone cheered.

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Once they debriefed and got onto solid ground everyone gathered at The Hard Deck, except Cyclone, Warlock, and Maverick. They all chatted about and making plans for their well deserved team when Y/N silently slipped out on to the deck and looked out over to the ocean. Her brother noticed the absence of his sister and went out to her. He slung an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into his embrace. "Warlock tells me that you have now 3 confirmed kills." and she smiled and nodded.

"That would be correct." She said and he smiled.

"I'm proud of you. I know it was hard to take a life. Mom, Dad, and Uncle Ice would be so proud of you too." He said a laid a kiss to her hair. They heard the others cheering but didn't pay attention to it they were enjoying their sibling time together.

"You're right it wasn't easy but it was necessary." She said. Maverick walked out onto the deck and joined them smiling at them before walking up beside them.

"You missed the announcement." He told them. Bradley and Maverick were working on their relationship it would take time to heal but it was going in the right direction. They both looked at him.

"Oh?" Y/N asked as Bradley spoke up. "What's that?" Bradley asked at the same time.

"Yes. I just got out of a meeting with Cyclone and Warlock. They have decided to make this squad a permanent one. He also said that Y/N will also train and learn to fly the F/A-18E Super Hornet." Maverick said to the both and they all smiled. No words were needed. They all looked out into the ocean and setting sun.

Bradley hugged his little sister tighter and dropped another kiss to her head. Y/N leaned further into her brother enjoying the warmth from him and the familiar scent that she had grown up with. Maverick looked out into the sunset just thinking that Goose and Carole were up there smiling and begin glad that they had him in their life, even though there was rough patches. Occasionally Maverick would look at them and smile. He was glad they were together again and they were safe.

Bradley and Y/N truly did share the sibling connection. Now they don't have to be away from each other. Now Bradley could protect his little sister from guys, especially guys like Jake and Jake. Y/N had her big brother and pseudo father right there when she needed someone to go to when things get rough. The family was back together again.

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thatsrightice · 6 months

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F-14 FUN FACT OF THE DAY #36

The F-14 Tomcat was tested up to speeds of Mach 2.5, however, the Navy specs for the Tomcats equipped with the F110 engine called for a top speed of Mach 2.34 and the NATOPS for the aircraft imposed a speed limit of Mach 1.88.

Dave Anderson, a former F-14 Tomcat RIO, and his pilot were performing a Post-Maintenance Check Flight over the Atlantic in a jet known to be one of the best in their squadron when they’d decided to go beyond the Mach 1.2 supersonic dash required as a part of the PMCF checklist. He states that in less than a minute they reached the Mach 2.34 top speed and the jet was still accelerating. He believes it would have continued to speed beyond Mach 2.5, but they had reached “bingo” fuel and had to return to base.

#Note that these values may change depending on the source #FFFOTD #F-14 FUN FACT OF THE DAY #FUN FACT #I love when there’s a story #F-14 Tomcat #NATOPS #TOP GUN #TOPGUN #top gun maverixk

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katebishopsbow · 2 years

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NEVER HAVE I EVER • BRADLEY BRADSHAW (part ii)

pairing: bradley bradshaw x reader (18+)

summary: a game of never have i ever leads to bradley (as well as everyone) finding out that you are a virgin. the thought of being your first drives him a little crazy, and he can’t wait to ruin your sweet innocence.

tags: explicit sexual content (minors dni), oral (f and m receiving), protected sex (p in v), fingering, praise kink, corruption kink, spit, inexperienced!reader, virgin!reader, dom!bradley, no mentions of y/n, established relationship

word count: 6.9k

read never have i ever (part i) here

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Rooster has always been fascinated by your innocence.

Having heard that most guys prefer partners with more experience both sexually and romantically, the fact that you know so little when it comes to the topic of relationships and sex made you slightly insecure. Especially after your friends in high school repeatedly made fun of you and called you teasing names, saying you were a prude for wanting to wait for the right guy instead of rushing to lose your virginity like they were. You ditched them the second you graduated, but their harsh words stayed with you throughout adulthood and made you grow to become ashamed of your cluelessness.

Little do you know, your boyfriend absolutely adores that about you, maybe a bit more than he should. From the way Hangman’s dirty jokes would always fly over your head, how your eyes glimmered with curiosity that one night when the group started drunkenly discussing their craziest sexual encounters, to the puzzled look on your face whenever he made a sexual innuendo too explicit for you to understand - everything about you fascinated him.

When the two of you first started dating, you told him that you only ever had one boyfriend before him and that you didn’t have a lot of experience. Being the gentleman that he is, Rooster looked at you with the most endearing expression on his face and gave you a loving kiss, reassuring you that he didn’t mind your lack of experience and that he loved you regardless. And maybe you did purposefully leave the “being a virgin” part out because - well, the truth is that you were still slightly embarrassed about it and thought you would just bring it up again someday when the moment was right.

Ever since then, he made sure to take things slow in order not to overwhelm you or pressure you into something you didn’t want to do. This is why he always forced himself to pull away almost every time you two made out for a little too long, making up some lame excuse like he suddenly had to use the toilet or he forgot to turn the stove off before making a beeline for the bathroom and locking the door to deal with his problem down below - unaware that you actually wanted him to stay, but were simply too shy to mention it to him.

He knew he told you that he didn’t mind, but slowly he started to realize that maybe he did mind a little - because his initial adoration for your innocence was quickly turning into a lustful attraction. Sometimes when he’s alone and he went a little too deep into thought, his mind would start wandering to you and before he even realized it, some less than appropriate thoughts would begin to consume him.

He tried pushing these thoughts away, he really did. But all it took was one look at you - mindlessly toying with the tip of your pencil between your teeth as you skimmed through a NATOPS manual, looking tempting as ever yet completely unaware of how you were affecting him nor the erotic thoughts that flooded his mind - and he knew he was right back where he started.

He had always felt guilty for having all these sinful thoughts about you, for being so aroused by the idea of corrupting you. You were just so pure and innocent, and he feared that his existence would have tainted you. Though the guilt was never enough to stop him from staying awake late at night, fisting his sheets with one hand while stroking himself with the other, imaginations of you plaguing every little thought in his mind to the point where he can barely even think.

Would your fingers feel as soft and delicate as he imagined when you wrap them around his throbbing erection? Would you let him thread his fingers around your hair while he fucks himself into your mouth? What kinds of sound would you make when he pushes his fingers inside your dripping cunt? How would his name sound falling from your lips when he makes you come on his cock? God - he really should stop this.

Then tonight when he was only planning to have a fun night out with the squadron and hopefully spend some quality time with his girlfriend, he found out that you were a virgin. It took less than a second before his mind was filled with all kinds of vivid imaginations of you again, and he immediately felt a familiar tightening sensation appear over his pants. The thought of you being a virgin shouldn’t have turned him on this much, but he simply couldn’t help himself from fantasizing about all the filthy things he could do to you.

Rooster has never really been a religious person, but he did learn about the concept of the afterlife - heaven and hell - in one of his religious studies classes back in high school. Perhaps he is going to hell for all his sinful thoughts about you, but as he stands there with his arms wrapped around your waist, your blissful moans replaying in his mind like a broken record after he made you come with his fingers, still tasting the hint of your sweetness on his tongue - he thinks to himself that maybe going to hell doesn’t sound so bad after all.

“Take me to bed,” you tell him in a quiet whisper, and he doesn’t waste a second before hoisting you up so effortlessly, keeping a firm grip on your thighs while you wrap your legs around him. You lean down to capture his lips in a fervent kiss, tongues gliding feverishly against each other as the kiss deepens, and you let out a soft whine when you feel him nibbling on your bottom lip. His taste is intoxicating, his touch so addictive that you can never seem to get enough of him no matter how hard you try.

You are addicted to him just as much as he is addicted to you.

Rooster has been to your house enough times to be able to navigate through the narrow corridor and into your bedroom with his eyes closed. Your heated core brushes against his erection with each step he takes, the sensation making him groan in pleasure, “God—you feel so good… can’t wait to fuck you.” The thought of having him inside you makes you feel lightheaded, filling your chest with an insatiable yearning that is almost aching. You can feel his warm breath against your lips, creating a series of tingles that echo through your body and goosebumps that scurry along the back of your neck.

He gives your thigh a gentle squeeze before slowly lowering you to the bed, and he chuckles when your hands fumble along the collar of his shirt impatiently to pull him down with you. The hardness over his jeans is unmistakable, pressing firmly against your thigh as his frame huddles over you. Knowing that you are the cause behind this makes you feel some type of way, and it gives you a surge of confidence to slide your hand down his crotch, fingertips brushing lightly over his cock as you press down. “Bradley…” you lick your lips and say, voice trembling with the overwhelming sense of arousal coursing through your body.

“Hmm?” He watches you expectantly, dragging the pad of his thumb over your glossy lips as he awaits you to continue your sentence, but nothing could have prepared him for what you are about to say. “I want to suck you off,” you blurt out shyly, cringing at the way your voice wavers and how unsexy and awkward it probably sounds to him, and now he’s definitely gonna get so turned off and — “Fuuuck…” he drags out the word, his voice snapping you out of your overthinking trance and bringing you back to reality.

You blink at him in scrutiny, studying every little detail on his face as you try to figure out whether his reaction is a negative one. For a brief moment, he doesn’t move or say anything - just has his eyes squeezed closed as his muscles tense up and his jaw clenches. When his eyes flutter open again, there is an untamed hunger flickering behind them as if he wants to devour you whole - and a part of you wants him to.

His thumb continues to brush against your bottom lip, then it comes to a stop, and then suddenly he is pushing his finger between your lips. Your mouth opens almost immediately, welcoming the intrusion with no hesitation as your lips wrap around his now slick digit. “Fuck me…” he sighs breathily, his gaze fixating on the way you suck on his thumb. Your tongue is hot and warm and feels so fucking good against his skin that he feels like he physically can’t breathe.

He pushes his thumb in even deeper, and his breath catches in his throat when he feels you spluttering lightly when he reaches the back of your mouth. The wolfish smile on his face makes your belly lurch, frenzied heartbeat drumming loudly in your ears. He withdraws his finger, watching the glistening string of spit that connects to your swollen lips break off, and the lewd sight almost makes him moan.

“You wanna suck my cock, sweetheart?” he coos, his tone laced with a hint of condescension that will have upset you if it isn’t for your state of arousal right now. His patronizing voice only seems to turn you on even more, feeling the heat between your legs grow. You bite on your lips in an attempt to suppress a whimper while pressing your legs together quietly, and this certainly doesn’t go unnoticed by Rooster.

A wicked smile plasters itself onto his lips, realizing that you are just as turned on by this as he is, and he reaches for your chin to pull you closer towards him. “Get on your knees for me then,” he whispers quietly, authority seeping through each of his words, and then he abruptly pushes himself off of you to move to the edge of the bed.

Before you can even process what the hell just happened, you are already standing to move towards his position, almost as if your body is on autopilot powered by your eagerness to please him. The clinks of his metal buckle echo through the quiet room, but he stops his rushed movement when you cover his hand with your own. “Let me…” you say to him while slowly reaching for his zipper, eyes wide and full of eagerness.

“Shit—okay. Whatever you want, darlin’.” He lets you pull his zipper down, standing up so that he can help you tug his pants off. Finally being free of the confinement of his jeans after an entire night of torture - having a boner because of you yet not being able to do anything about it - feels amazing, and he begins to imagine how much better it’s going to feel when he has your lips wrapped tightly around him.

Leaning back slightly on the mattress, he spreads his legs and lets you kneel between his thighs. The hardwood floor feels uncomfortable against your knees, the material digging into your skin that it’s already starting to hurt, but you ignore it because everything else seems to fade into blurry nothingness when you have Rooster in front of you.

You’ve imagined this countless times before, spending sleepless nights fantasizing about having him inside your mouth while you bring him to his sweet release. You’ve wanted this, dreamt of this - but there’s an unfathomable feeling sitting in the pit of your stomach that makes you feel strange.

Perhaps it’s the fear of not performing well and completely embarrassing yourself in front of him, or the anxiety of disappointing him with your lack of skills, or maybe it’s the nerves from wanting to please him and make him feel good so badly. Whatever it is, it’s making your heart hammer vigorously against your chest and your fingers tremble. You want to be good for him, to make this good for him, and yet the crippling fear of letting him down keeps clawing at your mind.

He notices the distant look in your eyes, the slight tremor in your hands as they hover over his boxers - and he instantly understands every thought floating through your mind. No words need to be said, he just gets it - he always does. He calls your name in a hushed whisper, his voice gentle as ever, a stark contrast to his authoritative tone mere moments ago.

“It’s okay… go at your own pace,” he bends down and plants a kiss on your lips, and you can’t help leaning into his touch when he cradles your cheeks with his palm. You look into his eyes as he pulls away, seeing a mixture of lust, desire, anticipation, and love, so much so much love. That’s when you know that nothing else matters as long as you are here with him and he is here with you.

So you slowly reach for his boxers, pressing your palm against the outline of his cock before slipping your hand inside to pull it out. He lets out a content hiss when you wrap your fingers loosely around the base, and a shudder echoes through him when he feels your hot breath fanning against his tip. You lean in closer until you are millimeters away, inhale a deep breath, and then you part your lips and envelope his tip into your mouth. “Shit—” The guttural groan that rumbles in his throat is obscene, and you can feel yourself clenching around nothing at the sound.

Your mouth feels just as heavenly as he has imagined, maybe even better, and he has to try his hardest to resist the urge to thrust up into your mouth. The thought of fucking your throat sounds so tempting right now, but he reminds himself that he needs to be gentle - as gentle as he can, anyway - since this is your first time after all.

Maybe next time, he thinks to himself.

You pull away momentarily, remembering this step from one of those YouTube girl-talk videos about giving head - yes, you searched it up - and you lean down to lick a stripe from the base to the tip, tracing along a vein with your tongue. Honestly, you don’t really have any idea what you are doing, just letting yourself go with the flow and praying that whatever you do feels somewhat good for him - though all your worries vanish along with the moan that escapes his lips.

You look up to see his face contorting in pleasure, his chest heaving up and down with labored breaths, and you know that you have to be doing somewhat of a decent job, at least. Feeling more daring, you wrap your lips around his tip once more, this time sinking further down his length until he hits the back of your throat. “Jesus, fuck—“ he groans deeply, tilting his head back in pleasure as his fists tightened around the sheets.

He forces himself to glance down at you, refusing to miss out on the breathtaking sight of you getting on your knees for him. You look so beautiful, pretty lips wrapped around his throbbing cock while you look up at him with those innocent eyes, glimmering with desperation and want. This feels too good to be true, and the entire world feels like it’s spinning as he watches his cock disappear slowly into your mouth.

“Try going up and down, baby,” he mumbles out to you, attempting to steady his breath as you follow his instructions. Obedient as ever, you begin bobbing your head up and down his length, movement slow and quite obviously unskilled - but somehow it feels better than any other blowjobs he’s been given before. “God damn, your mouth feels so fucking good,” he curses underneath his breath, fingertips reaching for the back of your head as he gives your hair a slight tug, and the pain that shoots through your scalp feels so heavenly that you let out a broken whimper.

“You look so pretty on your knees like that, sweetheart,” he says with a growl, but you highly doubt that. With your tangled hair, swollen lips, and the drool that’s dribbling down your chin - you are quite sure you look like a mess right now. But the raw hunger displayed on his face makes you think that it’s true, that you getting on your knees sucking him off is the prettiest sight he has ever seen. “Just a little deeper, come on, be a good girl for me.” His words come out shaky and unsteady, his voice slightly strained as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, urging you to go deeper.

You moan at the two words, those two damn words that drive you insane every single time - good girl. You want to be a good girl for him so badly, so you try your best to relax your throat and sink further down his cock, letting him guide you with his hand. Going deeper just like he said, feeling the weight of his length against your tongue as your fingers wrap around the part that doesn’t fit into your mouth.

You pull away when you begin to feel the urge to cough gnawing at the back of your throat, wiping the spit on your chin with the back of your hand while you hurriedly take a few deep breaths. “You okay there?” he asks you with a grin, watching the flush rise up your cheeks when you give him an eager nod, and then your mouth is on him again.

Threading his fingers into your hair, he applies slight pressure as he pushes your head further down his cock. “Atta girl,” he grunts at the addicting feeling of your lips, certain that he must have saved the world in his past life to deserve such a sweet angel like you to get on your knees for him, to want him just as much as he wants you. The thought of being the first to have his cock inside your mouth is driving him to insanity, and he grunts in ecstasy when he realizes that he is the one to ruin your sweet innocence and corrupt your pure soul.

The need between your legs grows while you listen to Rooster’s breathy groans each time you swirl your tongue around him. It feels so good to have your lips wrapped around him, to have him gaze into your eyes with this much burning desire, to be the one to make him feel good. “You like that, hmm? You like having my cock inside that pretty little mouth of yours?” he asks teasingly as if he can read your mind, his filthy words forcing a whimper out of you. “That’s it. Just like that, baby,” he sighs as his hand pushes you further down his length, feeling himself get closer and closer to the edge.

He looks down from his seat on the bed, completely dazed by the sight of you on your knees. You look downright sinful - wide eyes staring up at him as unshed tears threaten to cascade down your face, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth and dripping messily all over him while you push yourself to go deeper. “Good–argh–good girl!” he praises as he throws his head back in pleasure, wishing that this moment will never have to end.

God, he has imagined this since the second he laid eyes on you, and now that it’s really happening, he almost wants to pinch himself just to make sure that he’s not dreaming. Inside that hazy mind of his, he prays that this is all real and that he won’t wake up on his bed again with nothing but a sticky mess under his sheets like all those previous times.

The tingly feeling in his stomach becomes more prominent, and although he never wants to, he knows he has to stop if he wants to be inside you when he comes. “Baby, wait…” he exhales shakily, though his voice is too quiet for you to hear. He is teetering dangerously close over the edge now, so he hastily pushes you off, hissing through his gritted teeth and taking deep breaths in an attempt to stop himself from coming. Though the innocent, confused look you give him while you glance up from the ground almost has him spilling all over your face right then and there.

“What’s wrong?” you look up at him with curiosity, suddenly feeling nervous that maybe you did something wrong. Rooster huffs out a breathy chuckle and leans down to crash his lips against yours, your mouths colliding in a bruising kiss before he pulls away and snarls, “It’s my turn.” Before you can even say anything, you can feel his hands around your waist and suddenly you’re being pushed onto the bed, taking your boyfriend’s seat seconds ago.

Fingers dig into your thighs as he gets down on his knees and drags you closer towards him, his face getting dangerously close to your aching core. “Bradley…” His name falls from your lips in a quiet murmur, and he can’t wait to hear you moan it when he’s finally inside of you later.

You gasp in embarrassment when he bunches up the fabric of your dress, your soaked panties now on full display. “God, look at you,” he inhales sharply, feeling his cock twitch at the sight of you. “You poor thing… so fucking wet for me.” His voice is dripping with mock pity, and the teasing arch of his eyebrows makes you want to punch the shit out of him if it isn’t for the growing need between your thighs.

All you want right now is for him to touch you, and you are genuinely going to start crying if he doesn’t. “Bradley, please,” you plead, and that is all it takes for him to hook his fingers around the elastic and tug off your ruined underwear, because how could he ever say no to you when you’re begging him like the good girl that you are?

Broken moans tear from your throat the second his tongue touches your dripping cunt, swiping it firmly against your folds. “Oh god…” you whimper with your eyes squeezed shut, feeling your head spin after finally having his mouth on you. Your fingers instinctively slide down to the back of his head, clutching tightly on his sandy hair when he begins sucking on your sensitive bud. This elicits a loud groan from him, and the vibration against your cunt makes you cry out of pure bliss.

Each flick of his tongue feels incredible, causing jolts after jolts of pleasure to course through your body that your mind starts to feel numb. A gasp falls from your lips when you feel his finger brush against you, gathering the slick on your cunt as he teases your entrance with slow and steady strokes. You almost weep in relief when he finally slides two fingers in, starting slow but gradually increasing the pace while he continues to suckle on your bundle of nerves. You glance down at him at the same time his eyes flicker up to your face, and neither of you can seem to look away - completely enthralled by each other.

When he hears your moans and whimpers becoming louder, he speeds up his thrust and plunges his fingers inside you even faster. From the way your breathing quickens and your thighs start to quiver, you know you are inching closer to the edge again. It’s getting harder to think with how clouded your brain feels, all of your thoughts being pushed to the very back of your head and replaced with a single one - Bradley Bradshaw. He’s the only thing you can feel, the only thing you can see, everything else fades to the background and turns into statics when he’s fucking you with his tongue so mercilessly.

Your body begins to squirm, your thighs wanting to clamp shut so badly, but he keeps a firm grip on your legs as he forces them open. “You’re gonna come for me, darlin’?” he breathes against your skin, refusing to let you go until he brings you to your second - and certainly not the last - orgasm for the night.

“Bradley, shit… so close!” you whimper desperately, one hand gripping the sheets while the other finds its way to his hair, and a deep moan rumbles from his chest when your hips buck up into him. The pretty sounds that pour from your lips are making it difficult for him to breathe, his mind just as hazy as yours, and he lets himself get lost in the thought of being the first to make you come with his mouth.

The tip of his tongue draws teasing circles over your clit while he plunges his fingers knuckles deep into you, again and again that you begin to feel lightheaded with how good it feels. His spit and your arousal create a filthy mess all over your skin, completely soaking your cunt, and the sensation of his mustache tickling your sensitive bud makes you throb with need. The way he looks at you with those lust-darkened eyes, holding you in place while his hot breath puffs against your skin - you were so close to losing your damn mind.

His cock is throbbing beneath him, twitching every time he hears you whimpering his name, and he feels the need to be inside you grow as each moment passes. The way he is eating you out is unrelenting, vehement, and determined as if he has something to prove. He wants to - needs to see you fall apart in front of him, to hear you moan out his name while he brings you over the edge.

The tightening knot in your stomach is forming again, gradually building up inside as the world around you starts to fade away. Your eyes flutter shut, allowing the darkness to engulf your vision until all you can focus on is Bradley and nothing else. All it takes is one last swipe of his tongue and you’re coming, muscles taut and eyes rolling to the back of your head as waves of intense pleasure ripple through you. His name falls from your lips in a broken mantra, repeating it again and again as if you are a girl possessed, your back arching off from the bed as the sensation of him consumes your entire being.

Rooster’s tongue eventually comes to a halt when your labored breathing slowly begins to return to normal, and he presses a lingering kiss on your inner thigh before pushing himself up from the ground. Using your elbows to prop yourself up, you open your eyes to take in your boyfriend’s appearance.

The hairstyle he has spent the entire morning perfecting is now disheveled after raking your fingers through it, strands of hair falling messily over his forehead. His chin and lips are glistening with your wetness, and the sweat that covers his skin only seems to make him that much more attractive. “Fuck, Bradley…” you exhale a sigh and pull him down for a kiss, already wanting more despite reaching your climax twice already.

He lets you drag him to the bed, climbing on top of you and caging your body between his arms as he places them on either side of your head. Your bodies press together heatedly, breathing each other in while your fingers card through his hair. His hands are everywhere - your thighs, your waist, your chest, your neck. Desire is flooding through his brain, filling up every little space and crevice that he simply cannot think about anything else other than you.

Grinding his hips down on you, he grunts at the feeling of his erection rubbing against your bare cunt, “I need to be inside you right now.” Your thighs squeeze together involuntarily upon hearing his answer, gasping at the thought of finally having him inside you after the endless nights of imagination.

“Please,” you whine in a hushed tone, voice needy and pleading while your fingertips graze lightly over his back. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you now?” he smirks at your reaction, brushing his thumb at the corner of your lips while he watches you nod your head bashfully. How cute, he thinks to himself.

“Come here,” he says and leans down to connect your lips in a searing kiss. When he pulls away, you chase his lips as if you can’t get enough of him, refusing to spend a second apart from your boyfriend. His mouth quirks up at your eagerness, the familiar smug smile that you’ve seen way too many times is evident on his face, but he instantly snaps his mouth shut before any teasing remarks can come out when he sees the playful glare you shoot him.

Reaching for the hemline of your dress, you raise your arms and let him remove the article of clothing, giggling while you watch him toss it behind his shoulders mindlessly. “I thought that dress is your favorite,” you let out an amused scoff, to which he replies by shaking his head. “No, you’re my favorite,” he says as he presses open-mouthed kisses on the exposed skin of your collarbone. You can’t help but blush at the cheesy answer - even after knowing Rooster for so long, he still gives you butterflies in your stomach and makes you all flustered like a teenage girl in love.

“Shit–I don’t have a condom,” he hisses suddenly, cursing at his past self for not carrying a condom in his wallet like Hangman suggested him to some time ago. “Bradley,” you call out his name before nodding in the direction of your bedside table, “I’ve got a box in the bottom drawer.” The way his eyes lighten up at your words almost makes you want to laugh, watching him with amusement as he scrambles to the drawer to take out the box of condoms your mom had insisted on buying you when you first moved into the apartment.

Rooster rips off the unopened package at record speed, nearly dropping the box from his fumbling fingers as he tears open the small foil packet. “Shit, I can’t wait to fuck you,” he says, his words making your heart race with anticipation, and he hastily rolls on the condom before climbing back to bed and settling in the space between your legs. Watching through your half-lidded eyes, you see him take his length in his hand and give it a few steady strokes while his gaze lingers on you.

While you are definitely excited to finally get intimate with your boyfriend, you can’t deny that a small part of you is scared - damn near terrified, even. During the extensive research on sex you’ve done in your teenage years, you’ve heard of all kinds of horror stories before - how the first time of some girls is so painful that it feels like they’re being ripped apart, or that it hurts so bad to the point that it’s not enjoyable to the slightest.

You almost want to laugh at yourself - a naval aviator that isn’t afraid of flying 10,000 feet in the air is afraid of sex being painful. This is ridiculous, you think to yourself. Rooster’s voice interrupts your train of thoughts, gripping your chin between his fingers as he makes you look at him. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you,” he reassures you, placing a gentle kiss on your trembling lips as his fingers graze your sides comfortingly.

And just like that, you feel all your fears wither away into the night and get replaced with the reassuring realization that Rooster will make this good for you. There’s nothing to be afraid of - not when you are with him.

“Okay,” you nod your head, encircling your arms around his neck when he leans down to kiss you, slow and hungry that it makes you dizzy with lust. He dips his head to trail wet kisses all along your jaw, and you tilt to the side to allow him more access when he begins suckling on that sweet spot right above your collarbone. Pulling away, his heart swells as he watches the purple and blue bruises that blossom over your skin.

You feel his cock rubbing against you, teasing your entrance while smearing your arousal over the tip of his length. “Do you want me to fuck you now?” he rasps out, fighting the urge to thrust into you without hearing your verbal consent first. You nod frantically at his question, wrapping your legs around him as you say to him in earnest, “Yes, please… fuck me.” He inhales a deep breath, biting his lips after hearing the lewd words fall from your lips. “Good girl,” he praises, and he slowly pushes himself into you.

He stays still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size while he tries his best to resist the urge to move, though it’s damn near impossible when you’re wrapping him in all the right places. The stretch is painful - not as awful as you anticipated it to be - but still painful. The sensation isn’t terrible, but certainly not enjoyable as well, and you can feel tears pricking at your eyes because the dull ache between your legs is overpowering any pleasure you might feel.

“Hey, shh, it’s gonna be okay,” Rooster whispers into your neck, leaning up to kiss away the teardrop that falls over your lashes. The way you clench around him makes him inhale a sharp breath, but no matter how amazing it feels, he doesn’t allow himself to enjoy it knowing that you’re only doing it because you’re scared. “Baby, try and relax for me,” he mutters softly and brushes away the strand of hair that fell on your face, all the while he musters every ounce of strength and determination within him not to start thrusting into you.

His fingers continue to trail up and down your sides in soft, delicate strokes while he peppers gentle kisses over your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as he waits for you to tell him to move. Minutes have passed - neither of you is certain of the exact time - and slowly you begin to feel the pain between your legs subside. Though not entirely gone, you feel like you’re ready for him to start moving now, so you tap on his shoulders and urge him to move.

Making sure to take it slow, Rooster pulls out until just the tip of his cock remains inside you and slowly pumps himself into your cunt. The pain is still present, causing you to dig your nails into his back, but this time it’s much more manageable than before. “Fuck, you’re so tight…” The words that tumble from his lips make your heart thump crazily, and a needy whimper forces its way past your lips when he repeats the movement - pulling out slightly and thrusting forward.

Sensing that you’re beginning to get used to the feeling, he pushes himself deeper inside of you until he is buried to the hilt, fully stretching your tight cunt and filling you to the brim, and then he’s pulling out again. He repeats this several more times, each languid roll of his hips feeling better than the last until the very last tinge of pain dissolves into nothing but pure pleasure.

“Shit, faster–” you moan as your walls begin to relax around him, fully enjoying having him so deep inside you while he gradually picks up the pace. The drag of his cock inside you feels heavenly, each steady thrust of him filling your entire body with a sense of indescribable euphoria. His hands slide down your waist, fingertips gripping firmly onto your hips that bruises are sure to form tomorrow, but the mixture of pain and pleasure that blossoms over your skin feel so good that you hope it never stops.

Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, every inch of your skin burning with an insatiable desire for Bradley. Despite having your bodies pressed together with little to no distance between you two, you still want him to be closer, aching for more of him. “You feel so fucking good, baby. You’re taking my cock so well,” he grunts loudly, pounding harder into you with each word. It’s becoming more and more difficult for him to be gentle, especially when you’re below him looking like this - all pretty and whiny just for him.

His lips brush against yours, murmuring soft praises while rolling his hips onto you. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” he hisses through clenched teeth, panting heavily as he pushes himself into you again and again, unable to control himself anymore. Labored breathing and the obscene sound of skin slamming against each other fill your bedroom, resonating off the thin walls.

You’re drunk off of his touch - every stroke, every thrust, every kiss, it drives you mad. The heat simmering deep inside you continues to brew, building up with each brutal snap of his hips. His mouth wanders along the crook of your neck, attacking your skin with sloppy, hot kisses. All the while his hands glide up your stomach and the valley of your chest, massaging your breast in a way that has you moaning in bliss.

“I–I’m getting close!” you let out a breathy whine, body uncontrollably bucking up against him to chase the euphoric feeling. Rooster smiles when he feels your cunt begin to pulse around his length, and he comes to the blissful conclusion that your voice is the sweetest sound to ever exist. Better than any songs he has ever heard, better than the roar of the engine of an F18.

A surprised gasp bursts from your lips when you feel his hands dipping down to where your bodies connect, fingertips locating the spot that has you crying in pleasure with complete precision. “There you go… that feels good?” he asks, grunting at the way your cunt tightens around him.

Words are getting all muddled up inside your head, feeling yourself at a loss for words and unable to speak, so you settle for a hurried nod instead. “I bet it does, darlin’… It feels so fucking good for me too, shit–” he pants between kisses, his thrust fast and unrelenting.

The ache pulsing between your legs becomes stronger, the tingling sensation building inside you for the third time that night. Rooster pulls you close for a kiss, and you whine into his mouth when he hits a particular spot deep inside you that has your head spinning. “Your pussy’s gripping me so damn tight, sweetheart. I’m gonna–shit–I’m gonna come soon…” he groans at the sight of you squirming underneath him, eyes covered with lust while begging for more - he has completely corrupted you now.

“You wanna come, hmm? You’re gonna come on my cock like a good girl?” With a loud sob, your body begins convulsing as you allow yourself to fall apart in his arms, shattering like glass in his embrace by the immense pleasure slithering up your veins. Strings of incoherent curses fall from your lips while you throw your head back against the pillow, and you whine into his neck as he continues thrusting into you.

The way you’re clenching down on his cock is making him see stars, and he knows he’s nearly at his limit when his pace begins faltering. “Just like that… fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he coos at you as he watches you orgasm, murmuring praises while rolling his hips against you to chase his own release. “I’ve been dreaming about fucking this sweet little cunt for so long. God, you feel so good… I’m gonna come, baby, argh shit–” Just like that, the dam of pure ecstasy breaks within him.

With one final thrust, Rooster collapses on top of you, spilling all of his release into the condom while he lets out a strangled moan. The blinding pleasure overcomes him with neverending waves, and he feels like he is drowning in an ocean of sin. He leans down into your neck while you clutch desperately on his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin in oversensitivity.

“Fuck, that felt amazing…” His chest heaves up and down from the deep breaths he’s taking, inhaling your scent - sweet and addictive. Pressing a kiss onto your temple, he slowly pulls out of you before tying off the condom and tossing it in the bin. He returns to the bed and envelops your exhausted body in his arms, letting you rest your head on his chest while his fingers rake through your hair comfortingly.

“Thank you for letting me be your first,” he says, and you don’t have to look up at him to know that he has the biggest smile on his face, grinning from ear to ear. It’s not the smug smirk he has whenever he’s squabbling with Hangman, nor his signature cocky grin after winning a game of pool. It’s a genuine smile - one that is so luminous you swear it can light up an entire room. Tightening your arms around his waist, you nuzzle your face closer to him and mumble, “Thank you for being my first.”

You look up at Bradley - the man you have undeniably and unmistakably fallen for, and the way he stares back at you fills your heart with so much warmth. Every detail about him, every freckle that adorns his pretty face, every scar that witnessed his battles and victories - he has never looked more beautiful than now.

While you lay in the loving embrace of your boyfriend, you smile, knowing that your 18-year-old self would have been so glad right now. You didn’t rush, you didn’t settle for less. Instead, you waited and had your first time with the right guy - just like how you wished for.

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