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🤠🐓The Chicken Peach & the Zenithal Cowboy Fic Recs🐓🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors:

WITHOUT PLOT* — Acetonitril, Anonymous, Crueltether, Dalearden, Discosleaze, Earthangel_44, Elizabethgee, Ginnydear, Indybob, Irrlicht74, K0ralik, Lesbiseresin, Lovelybattle, Magdarko, Nimuetheseawitch, Popstar, Renai_chan, StoriesofmyLife, Tasteofoxidation, Teacupivy, UsedDivinity, Winterbucky.

WITH PLOT *— AllForReading, Aphroditedany, BethAnnAngel, Dracculaura, Earthangel_44, FlowersOnMyMind, ForMaverick, Fuddlewuddle, HalbarryTrashcan, Halestrom, Hangmanbradshaw, Ilarina, Indybob, Leavemeinthelibrary, Lesbiseresin, Local_troubled_writer, LoveMadeThemDoIt, Mackwinnon, Magdarko, SaintClaire, Teacupivy, Vannral, VarjoRuusu, Winterbucky.

*Purely subjective. + May include variations other than the targeted theme, so read the Ao3 Tags, Summary & Author Notes with caution! :)

PWP {🤠🐓} > Bosom!Hangman > The Perched Rooster & the Brooded Texan > Everywhere. Every-Fucking-Where.

‼️Art Visual‼️ ==> Cock-A-Doodle-Do by lowlife_symptoms {E}

/WITHOUT PLOT/

your body's writing checks (that I wanna cash) by StoriesofmyLife {E}

Sometimes, in a rare show of vulnerability, Bradley will let Jake take the reins. Or: After waking up from a nightmare, its Bradley’s turn in the cockpit, so to speak. Aka: the Jake tops Bradley fic that this fandom is severely lacking.

They Could Have Had That So Much Sooner by Irrlicht74 {E}

The kiss was deep and passionate, more tongue and teeth than real finesse, but it made Jake lose what little had been left of his mind after the first time Bradley had kissed him. Short and sweet by comparison, but intentional, saying yes to... Well, him, Jake Seresin. A relationship. Maybe more. It was... about fucking time, to be honest. They could have had that so much sooner if they hadn’t been such idiots about it.

the way we move by Anonymous {E}

"Oh, fuck. Holy shit." Bradley's words catch his sharper attention now, pulling him from the dizzying state of bliss he'd been losing himself in. He opens his eyes to see Bradley's head turned to the side, eyes widened and mouth slightly agape. Jake realizes he's looking at something, eyes laser-focused in. "What? What is it?" Jake asks as tries to follow his gaze. "It's..." Bradley breaths, and Jake's breath leaves him like a punch to the gut as his gaze finally reaches its end destination. As he sees what exactly it is that Bradley's looking at that's got him looking more heated than Jake's seen him in a while.

I’m in the mood, the rhythm is right, move to the music (we can roll all night) by StoriesofmyLife {E}

“You don’t see me for over a year,” Bradley pants, moaning when teeth bite at his neck, a hot tongue soothing the sting a moment later. “And that’s how you greet me?” ”You don’t seem to be too put out about it.” Jake drawls. “Least of all from where I’m sittin’.” He adds, rocking his hips upwards for emphasis. * Or what should've happened, in my opinion, after the bar scene ft. sex in the Bronco and Bradley (attempting) to be the ultimate power bottom.

You got me stuck on the thought of you by Popstar {E}

“Where’s your hat?” Javy asks as he comes to stand next to him. Jake’s eyes flick from Bradley to Javy, then he jerks his head towards Bradley but keeps his gaze on Javy. “Rooster just took it.” Javy’s eyebrows shoot up at that. “He came by and took your cowboy hat?” “Uh-hu.” “Does he know about the rule?” “I doubt he does.” Or the one where Bradley takes Jake’s cowboy hat.

The Octagon by Earthangel_44 {E}

Monday

“Unless you can’t mount me,” Bradley baits in a low voice, “unless you can’t fuck me like you think you can.” Bradley cups Jake through his sweats and squeezes. “Unless I need to find another alpha to fuck me and finish what you started.” AKA: Omega MMA fighter Bradley with Alpha Boxer Jake.

Tuesday

Bradley watches Jake fight for the first time since they’re together.

Whipped Cream by lovelybattle {E}

Bradley hummed, “you taste good.” He tasted like whipped cream, mixed with the spiced rum that Jake had been drinking along with some hot chocolate and a hint of cinnamon. All topped off with something that was just Jake, a taste that Bradley has come to love.

Take me to places I can't imagine by UsedDivinity {E}

Rooster gives off bottom vibes and he's gonna get bullied for it the fic

hold me close and make me yours by Anonymous {E}

It's completely unfair, really, how attractive one man in a worn-soft long-sleeved t-shirt and old gray sweatpants can look just silently reading a book, sinking into the cushions with his legs splayed out like that and looking so relaxed.

Santa, Baby by Renai_chan {E}

Jake puts on another costume for Bradley, and Bradley isn't quite sure about this one. On the one hand, Jake is sexy in all his forms. On the other hand, he's dressed as Santa.

I Tried to Read Between the Lines by Earthangel_44 {E}

Bradley finds himself between a wall and hard spot

spend it like it's gold by dalearden {E}

There’s something about the closeness, the primal need for skin on skin that keeps them hot for each other even now they’ve got rings on their fingers and are getting older every day."

just friends by ginnydear {E}

we passed "just friends" about 20 fucks ago.

you flipped a switch and now im on you by tasteofoxidation {E}

Jake knows how the night is going to play out when Bradleys first port of call is not to answer to the call of his name. Instead, he waves Nat off with a raise of his finger, goes to the bar, and doesn't look at Jake once.

old habits by crueltether {E}

“How long are you stationed here?” Bradley asks, toeing his shoes off. Jake sets his bottle down on the table just next to the door and shrugs a shoulder. “Long enough. You wanna keep talkin’ or do you wanna get what you really came all the way out here for?”

virgin beefcake bradley gets fingered by confident hunk by elizabethgee {E}

Bradley has never been with a man. Jake has. Bradley gets much more than he bargained for (but he's not complaining).

Cravin’ You by indybob {E}

Bradley has been feeling some type of way all day. His not-so-subtle hints to Jake all seem to have gone unnoticed. That is, until they get each other alone. Or: Bradley has been desperate for Jake all day, and Jake loves riling him up.

sugar on my tongue by discosleaze {E}

"pierced nipples taste like keys and baby, i'm coming home" - Bradley Bradshaw's pinned tweet, probably. Jake has a pierced nipple. Bradley is incapable of thinking about anything else.

big boy, come on 'round by acetonitril {E}

Jake can admit that he’s always had a thing for Bradley’s more sturdy body parts, the ones he could hold on to and sink his teeth into. So seeing Bradley like this feels like an invitation, like something just for Jake. Bradley’s still very much the same, but there’s simply more of all his favorite bits now. Bradley, enhanced.

I only pray (don’t fall away from me) by Anonymous {E}

Jake Seresin has an acquired taste. It comes in the form of the clubs most desired; Rooster. His wide doe eyes, ridiculous pornstache that fits him so perfectly, and his tan, toned body. And what Jakes wants, Jake gets.

relax by Anonymous {E}

austin interlude by lesbiseresin {E}

Long distance is something that isn’t easy to pull off. Some nights, Bradley missed him so much that he could feel his absence aching in his ribs, right behind the place where he’d cracked them during the mission with Maverick. Letters can only do so much. Phone calls make it more bearable, but nothing is better than having each other close. That’s how Bradley usually feels, anyways. He also usually likes Texas, but right now— “I wish we’d never come here.” (alternatively: jake & bradley finally sharing the domesticity they deserve)

I just want back in your head by nimuetheseawitch {E}

It's the faculty holiday party, and all Bradley wants is for his ex-husband to notice him. Once Jake does, the rest is history.

your DNA's bein' messed with my touch (can't beat us) by teacupivy {E}

“What do you need?” “Don’t know,” Bradley’s already shaking his head. “Just distract me.”

humorous beautiful weeds by winterbucky {E}

Life on a ranch is hard but rewarding, and Rooster finds himself happy - probably for the first time since he left his home. The only downside is the annoying son of the owners, Hangman, but... even he has some pros. Like getting Rooster's back blown out under the stars. Or pretending there's nothing but sex between them. Spoiler - pretending isn't going great or ranch au where they fuck under the stars and possibly start something more

taste your beating heart by magdarko {E}

Wanna take you home and get my mouth on you, he’d said, wanna spread you out and make you scream for me, and Bradley had nodded desperately against his mouth. * In which Jake does... pretty much that

curiosity killed the cat by k0ralik {E}

Bradley Bradshaw has been told his whole life that men don't cry. That men are conquerors and should never show any weakness, let alone ask for something. They shouldn’t ask, no, they should take it, rip it out with their teeth, fight for it tooth and nail, even if they get their hands dirty. But he doesn’t feel any less a man when he asks for it. or: bradley wears nothing but a maroon rope and a pair of socks, and jake rules his world

/WITH PLOT/

Top Gun: Maverick retold by Fuddlewuddle {E}

I'll ride in this life with you

Rooster is called back to Top Gun along with 11 other pilots for an important mission. Not only does he have to deal with the unresolved issues with Maverick now the Captain is going to be the one training them, but he's also been assigned to live with the one person who seemingly lives to infuriate him; Hangman. He'll be lucky if he even makes it to fly in the mission in the first place. (Or, my alternate take on the events of Top Gun: Maverick if Rooster was made to live with Hangman).

Promise me, Just hold my hand

It follows Rooster and Hangman's relationship over the months and years following them getting together.

fever started a long ago by vannral {M}

'Okay, Bradley has to admit, this wasn’t one of his brightest ideas. He should’ve stayed home, taken some ibuprofen and just sucked it up and passed out but no. He had to push it. And here he is, dealing with the consequences of his own stupidity.' In which Bradley gets sick, Jake gets jealous of a guy at the bar and takes care of Bradley. They’re both pining for each other and are even worse at hiding it.

learning steps by vannral {E}

”So, an instructor?” A straight hit. Bradley shifts uncomfortably on the leather seat and clears his throat. ”… Yeah.” In which Bradley becomes an instructor after the mission, Jake keeps showing up to his classes and his students are very curious about their dynamic.

A One Time Thing by ForMaverick {E}

“I’m fine. Stay the fuck where you are.” Bradley inches closer to the shower wall, the coolness of the wet tiles soothing against his burning skin. “Or better yet, leave.” “You don’t look so good—” “Fuck off.” Bradley closes his eyes again as another wave of pain and nausea sweeps through his body. “I’ll be fine, just leave me the fuck—” “Bradley.” That makes Bradley stop in mid-sentence. Jake using his first name is a rarity. ‘Rooster’ is familiar territory. A teasing ‘Bradshaw’ is not too uncommon either. Hell, sometimes that menace of a man will even drawl out the full ‘Lt. Bradley Bradshaw’ when he’s going for maximum asshattery. But just ‘Bradley’? That’s—that’s new. Bradley exhales shakily. “I’m asking this from the bottom of my heart and as politely as I possibly can right now: please fuck off.” “Are you—” Jake pauses. There’s a sharp inhale. “Dude, are you going into heat?”

the way we surrender (tender, no pretense) by vannral {E}

’”Well, Rooster, you’d better not be expectin’ any flowers, though, that’s not gonna happen.” A small, treacherous part under Bradley’s sternum falters, twists into knots. No. It’s a bad idea. You’re gonna get hurt in the long run. There’s a reason why you two are always at odds.’ In which Bradley and Jake agree to blow off steam together, all the while being in love with each other and convinced this is all they're able to have. It’s a train wreck from the start.

Paper Rings by Earthangel_44 {E}

Jake comes back from deployment and Bradley has waited too long.

if honesty means telling you the truth (I’m still in love with you) by local_troubled_writer {E}

Bradley “I got sent on a suicide mission” Bradshaw and Jake “and I took the ‘suicide’ part personally” Seresin. Aka, the one where they go on the impossible mission, somehow make it out alive and someone confessed some feelings.

this side of paradise by lesbiseresin {E}

“I don’t know if I should–” “Why shouldn’t you?” Natasha asks, completely matter-of-fact. It’s like she’s already got a read on his bullshit, which is both endearing and unnerving, because Bradley isn’t really all that used to people not letting him run away from his problems. Or in this case, a perfectly good chance to spend some time with his friends. “Most of us flew that mission. We were all trained to. We’re in this together. Only reason Bob’s not coming is because his mom would kill him if he didn’t come home for his grandma’s birthday.” Bradley runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, but eventually can’t stop himself from asking— “What about Hangman?” (alternatively: seven thirty-something year olds holing up in a rich person’s vacation home for ten days ft. bradley trying to convince himself the crush he has on hangman is something he can easily get rid of)

Riding In Cars With Boys by SaintClaire {E}

He doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol or the anniversary or something else altogether, but he usually has to wring Bradley out for a lot longer than this before he gets him begging so easily. His pretty boy, normally so reluctant to admit what it is he wants and how he wants Jake to take it.

I will love you, dear, forever by FlowersOnMyMind {E}

"Do you have someone to take care of you?" Jake asks. "Are you offering, Seresin?" "Are you asking, Bradshaw?" or Jake and Bradley help each other through their ruts and heats. Jake pines.

Rolling Hills and Stormy Skies by VarjoRuusu {E}

Everyone thinks Jake Seresin is from Texas. Something he doesn't bother to correct, he just enjoys when his friends try and pin down exactly where his family ranch is, north, south, it's near Dallas, no it's near Austin. He sips his beer and lets them guess until the topic changes. He elbows Rooster in the side when the other man can't stop snickering because only Rooster knows Jake Seresin's ranch is in Montana. -Or, a tale of Bradley and Jake.

all night, I’ll riot with you by lesbiseresin {E}

Bradley would really like to say that Hangman is the one who started it. It being their return to petty squabbling, starting straight from the moment they first came face-to-face with each other for the first time in years. But to tell the truth, he’s not sure of how true that claim would be.

First Love/Late Spring by HalbarryTrashcan {E}

These memories are the scenes replaying in Bradley’s mind over and over again as his plane plummets towards the earth. He always thought when he died he would be thinking about his dad or his mom - hell, given his weird and fucked-up situation with Maverick even that could have been an option. This was the last thing he expected.

Take Me Home Tonight by indybob {E}

“You’re not a pilot, are you?” Jake asks. Bradley shakes his head, “No, I’m actually an aerospace engineer, but I work for the Navy at North Island. It’s how I know Natasha.” “I figured you weren’t a pilot,” Jake says, “I would have met you before, and I don’t think I could forget a face like that.” Jake gives him a suggestive look, and Bradley realizes he’s flirting. His heart jumps at the idea, and he feels the blood rush to his face. “Is it because of the mustache?” Bradley asks, trying to play it cool. “Not just,” Jake winks. Or: AU where Bradley is an aerospace engineer who is getting back into the dating scene after a breakup. He meets Jake at a bar with Phoenix, and the sparks start flying.

You Can Make My Wish Come True, If You Let Me Treasure You by hangmanbradshaw {E}

“Jake…you know you’re my family right? If we do this, we do it together. It’s not a Bradshaw only thing.” The man blinked at him and then smiled softly. “Okay. You’re my family too so if you’re doing this, I’m riding shotgun.” Bradley nodded and grinned brightly. “Think we’ll have to fight off any zombie founding fathers brought back to life?” “I’m putting $5 on at least two. I call dibs on fighting off Franklin though.” Or, The one where, fresh off their mummy adventure, Jake and Bradley steal the Declaration of Independence, make way too many mummy related jokes, and get married, all with a little help from their friends.

Everything You Lose is a Step You Take by mackwinnon {E}

A comment from Bob turns Jake's entire world on its axis. Or: Jake thought that Bradley was just really great at handling things, unflappable and steady. It's a good thing the Navy didn't pay Jake to think.

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away? by LoveMadeThemDoIt {E}

Jake has no illusions he’ll come back from this mission. He’s the best fighter pilot the Navy has got on staff and this is not his ego talking. He��ll fly the mission, and it’ll be a shit show, because none of them have even managed to fly the simulation in the way they need to. In his weaker moments, Jake wonders if his father is how he’s gotten this gig.

Two Times The Love by Leavemeinthelibrary {E}

Maybe they were right.” Jake whispered. “When they said “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.” “It wasn’t better” Bradley whispered softly, instinctively checking over his shoulder and then forced Jake to meet his gaze. “Trust me.” Bradley sighed. “It wasn’t easy for my dads or their time in the Navy or me. The policy was wrong, plain and simple and I was happy to see it go.” Jake swallowed hard in disbelief. “Your dads? As in more than one?”

jet blue skies by winterbucky {M}

Neither Hangman nor Rooster have any idea how come none of their friends know they're married, and have been for years. Sure, they're not the most affectionate in public, but they're smitten with each other, and to be honest, they went at it in way too many public spaces not to be caught. Apparently, their friends and Captain are just not that bright, which turns very interesting when Rooster becomes obsessed with getting Mavering and Iceman together. Somehow, through it all, neither Hangman nor Rooster realise their marriage is somehow a secret... or secret relationship hangster but their friends are just idiots + icemav getting together + a lot of fluff

I want to brainwash you into loving me forever by hangmanbradshaw {E}

“So…this is fucking weird and I have no clue what to say here.” Bradley smiled warmly and leaned his forearms against the table. “Don’t worry, Mav already filled me in, and I’ll do it.” Jake blinked. “You’ll do it?” “Yeah.” Bradley sat back with a nod. “You want to come out, right? If us appearing to be in a stable relationship will help, then I’m in.” Or, Jake Seresin has it all- fame, money, a NFL MVP trophy, a Super Bowl appearance, a lonely house, and a problem. He wants to come out on his own terms. Enter Bradley Bradshaw, the solution to said problem, or maybe, the beginning of a new problem. After all, you don't fall in love with your fake boyfriend. aka the Fake Dating NFL AU

hold me like a grudge by lesbiseresin {M}

Whatever truce he and Hangman might’ve temporarily made on the beach still wasn’t enough for Bradley to want to hang out with the guy in his free time. Except, here he is with the Bronco pulled into one of the spaces that line the stretch of sidewalk beside Hangman’s house. He can see Hangman’s truck sitting in the driveway and the light for the living room turned on inside. Hangman is here, and so is Bradley. For what exactly, he isn’t sure. He knows he’s searching for something. An answer, maybe. Figuring that out would require thinking, which isn’t what this is supposed to be about, but the uncertainty must show on his face. Hangman opens the door without him even having to knock, eyebrows raised and the obvious question quick to come. “What are you doing here, Bradshaw?” (alternatively: in which bradley takes the phrase ‘don’t think, just do’ a little too literally)

Messy by BethAnnAngel {E}

Jake gives Bradley what he wants in bed without having to ask for it. But a lack of communication has them both lost for a moment there.

top gun missing scenes by teacupivy {E}

the whole time, under the lights

Jake "Hangman" Seresin is unraveling the mystery that is Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, one thread at a time, if it kills him. They've been fighting and fucking for years, and everything comes to a head when they're recalled to Top Gun for a special training detachment and find themselves competing to be team leader.

as he falls from his perch

Bradley Bradshaw has a knack for losing people, either watching them go or running them off. Jake Seresin seems to just keep coming back.

It's all white and azure blue to me by Aphroditedany {E}

Bradley, Jake, and an ever growing half Greek family. Or, when your boyfriend gets you all hot and bothered just by speaking in the language of his maternal family.

spend my time trying not to feel it by lesbiseresin {M}

“There was a flier for what their upcoming events are. You know Halloween is on Thursday.” Fanboy waits for him to nod to go on. “They’re doing something every night this week. Different themes on different nights.” Bradley raises his eyebrows. “Let me get this straight. You’re trying to drag me to a costume party?” (alternatively: halloween, a gay bar, jake, and bradley. what could possibly be complicated about that?)

this shirts made of boyfriend material by halestrom {E}

A night out on the town, while dressed to the nines, sounded like the perfect way to have a little bit of fun and spend time with the newly formed Dagger squadron before they were back on duty. Especially since, ever since the Mission, things between him and Hangman had changed, the anger from the years before gone, and in its place was the promise of something new, or perhaps, the promise of something that had started forming long before Bradley was willing to admit.

cuz you know I love the players and you love the game by hangmanbradshaw {E}

Jake's the star quarterback, Bradley's the star baseball captain. They both like playing games, turns out they want the same prize. Or Bradley dresses as a cheerleader for the team and Jake hates him (except that he totally doesn't)

here i stand (i'm your man) by magdarko {M}

Ever since that first night back after the mission, when Jake had cornered him out behind the Hard Deck and grinned winningly before dropping to his knees and making Bradley see God, all Bradley’s wanted is to lay Jake out, map out that golden body, store up Jake’s gasps and moans and soft, bitten-off words. Bradley has a good thing going with Jake, but deep down, he wants more. So when everything he wanted drops into his lap, it's the best thing that's ever happened to him. Right?

Are you ready, are you ready for love? by Ilarina {E}

Bradley had, deep down, loved the dance between rivals that they had maintained for years, ever since the naval academy. After flying, there was nothing that made him feel more alive than talking to Jake and bickering with him about everything. He knew they were like two sides of the same coin - Bradley methodical and calm, Jake cocky and quick - and the awareness of how much he made Jake alive had come to him on a silver platter with a last-ditch save and a pair of bright green eyes smiling happily at him from a plane hovering next to him. No further demonstration was needed for Bradley to realize that Jake felt the same feelings that he, for years, had tried to bury under their jokes, the looks and the tension that enveloped them like a bubble. He had rushed to save him, disobeying a direct superior order and risking his career for him – he might as well have shouted that he loved him by writing it in the sky with airplane acrobatics. Well, he pretty much had done it. [Bradley and Jake are finally a couple. But there is something else that Bradley wants to give to the man he loves]

Weekend Trip by AllForReading {E}

Jake's first weekend with Bradley in the Mitchell-Kazansky house. It's chaos and banter and maybe also a bit embarrassing but they nevertheless can't leave their hands off each other.

i've got a blank space (i'll write your name) by halestrom {E}

Bradley just wants to find love. Jake is his divorce lawyer.

Maybe We Were Always Meant To Be by indybob {E}

“And since my flight got rerouted I have to stay at a hotel nearby. It’s supposed to be a nice one at least.” Jake sounds a bit on the annoyed side considering he’s going to be stuck at a hotel for his entire leave, and Bradley can’t say he blames him. The idea of Jake having to live out of a hotel doesn’t sit right with Bradley. It sounds just as boring and lonely as it’s been for him alone in his house. He’d hate for his friend to go through that for two weeks. The perfect solution suddenly dawns on him. At least, it’s perfect logically, but in reality, it’s probably a terrible idea. Oh well. He’s got to jump off the perch sometime, right? “What if you come stay with me?” Or: Two boys. Two weeks. One everlasting love.

Hold me closer, tiny dancer by Ilarina {E}

Bradley loved Jake, and it had been such a quick and ordinary process that he didn’t even feel the panic that perhaps he should have felt at that realization. It was insane how the boundaries between them had been torn down, how what was once thought to be hate or aversion was simply a safe way to be close to each other without putting themselves on the line all the way – insane for two pilots who risked their lives in the sky every day. In the following six weeks since the Mission, Bradley had learned to accept the love he had never thought he deserved in his life. And the source of this solid love was the man who at that moment was arranging pots and dishes in his kitchen. His boyfriend. [five times Bradley wants Jake to live with him and one time he finally manages to ask him]

when we hit the ground by dracculaura {E}

Bradley doesn’t ever plan to see Jake Seresin again, had written off their one night as just that – a one-time only thing. If he were in the habit of kissing and telling, it would even be a fun story about that time he got fucked by a professional bull rider.

I can't breathe, until you're resting here with me by Ilarina {E}

“Try not to miss me too much, Roo,” Jake stated with his usual self-confidence, his Texan accent entering Bradley’s ears like warm, liquid honey. Bradley snorted an exasperated breath on his skin and rolled his eyes, his mustache curling in a mock-irritated expression. “You’d like that, babe. I don’t think I’ll even have time to miss you... life here in San Diego will go on without you, you know?” Bradley replied, his fingers caressing Jake’s smooth cheek, soaked in his aftershave and soft as velvet. A low chuckle spread from Jake’s chest at those words, like the little rumble of a perfect plane about to take flight. “We’ll see how your life has gone when I get back on Thursday night,” Jake said, his jade green eyes looking straight into Bradley’s chocolate ones as if there was nothing else in the world at that moment except the two of them, standing at five in the morning next to Jake’s car. [Jake goes back to Lemoore for a few days, and that pushes Bradley to really think about their relationship and their love]

for real? by teacupivy {E}

“Hey Siri, set a timer for ten minutes,” then to Bradley, hands on his thick hips, “I really gotta go after—“ “Don’t care.” Bradley wrenches a hand into Jake’s hair to pull him into a bruising kiss, the other now moving more firmly in his pants. or: Jake gets an idea, and it ends with tears, begging, and a love confession

#The Chicken Peach & the Zenithal Cowboy Recs List #hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #homemade collage #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈#Note - First batch of recs & more to come. I first targeted the tagged ones but I'm sure I'll find some hidden peaches.... ;)

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itshoneywhatever · 1 year

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Commiseration Tuesday

With AO3 temporarily down, lots of us are sad at not being able to read when we wanted to! With that in mind, I’m taking the opportunity to invite you guys to share a little something from a WIP to keep us going through the downtime! Preferably something we haven’t shared before, but whatever works for you!

I truly think this an incredible idea!! Thank you so much @ravens-words for tagging me on this!! 💞

Hangster Bodyguard AU (with ABO Dynamics)

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but—” he stops when he notices that besides his father and Kerner, there’s another man there. An alpha he recognizes. “What are you doing here?” Jake doesn’t give time to answer. “Oh my god, are you stalking me?”

“What? No. Of course not.”

“You two know each other?” Ron asks, looking between the two of them.

“Jake, explain yourself.” His father orders.

And that’s when Jake finally takes a moment to take in what's going on around the room: Kerner, their head of security, seems to have been interviewing someone; his father there presumably to meet this someone; his scheduled meeting with his father in regards to his own security.

“No.”

“No?” John repeats.

“He can’t be my bodyguard.”

“You’re the one I’m meant to protect?” The other alpha, Bradley if Jake remembers correctly, asks.

“Why can’t he?”

And here’s the thing, his father may be an alpha from the south but he and Jake have always had a good relationship, being able to talk about anything and everything. That’s why he doesn’t hesitate when he replies, “We slept together.”

Jake takes a special kind of satisfaction when he sees Bradley blush at his admission. His father, on the other hand, barely reacts; his eyes widening just the slightest bit.

“When was this?” John inquiries.

“My last business trip to LA.” It was exactly ten weeks ago, but Jake doesn’t want to seem desperate by saying that. It doesn’t matter, because his father knows the exact date he traveled to California to deal with a new business deal.

“Is he the reason why that trip was extended?” His father, not a man to beat around the bush, asks him with a knowing look and now it’s the omega’s turn to feel the heat rising to his cheeks.

“Maybe,” he answers.

His last business trip was meant to be a short one, three days if everything went okay and five days if the negotiations were dragged out. He met Bradley on his second night out and ended up staying for two weeks.

John looks at Bradley who squares his shoulders, trying to look strong yet at ease. And Jake has the feeling that maybe his father is picturing the younger alpha on a wedding suit and whether he’s worthy of being with his son.

Always the protector, his father is.

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topgunruinedme · 8 months

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Look's Like We Made It

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World count: 10K

Warnings: Omegaverse, Manipulative behaviour

Summary: He thought it would be easy. That he would be able to push off his pilots unwanted advances with the acknowledgment of another Alpha’s interest in him, that he would be able to free himself from Trace’s possessive and ‘protective’ clutches by claiming that another Alpha wanted to mate him. He thought he would be able to walk in, make a deal with one of the biggest Alpha players he knew and walk out with a temporary Alpha on his arm. It was a simple in and out job. But Jake Seresin never made anything easy did he?

He hadn't expected for the Alpha to step up, to demand that he enter a contract to ensure that under no circumstance would Jake be able to control his decisions. He hadn't expected the Alpha to welcome him into his home, to provide him with comfort, money, and means he needed to get by without hassle. He didn't intend for the man that he had seen play so many other Omega’s hearts to step into the role of a propper Alpha who wanted to provide for him, his Omega. Even if only temporarily. An Alpha who seems to have made it his life mission to smother him in affection, to make him feel loved, seen .

What he hadn't expected was to fall so hopelessly in love with the Alpha who went out of his way to make him laugh at least once a day, who drove halfway across town just to get the icecream he liked and who always made sure to lay out an extra blanket at the end of the bed incase he got cold during the night.

He hadn't expected to feel so utterly crushed that their contract was coming to an end. An end that Seresin seemed all too happy about.

His fingers tugged at the end of his sweater nervously, threading his fingers through the small holes between the wool feeling the soft threads against his skin; he tugged the end of the sleeve over his knuckles gripping the fabric in his palm. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth slightly as he ducked his head side steeping to avoid a Beta lingering in the doorway of the Hard Deck. he flinched slightly at the loud atmosphere feeling his body start tensing up uncomfortable at the amount of noise and people surrounding him. He gave the Beta a shy apologetic smile as he slipped past them further into the crowded bar. Doing his best to keep from brushing up against anyone as he resisted the urge to reach up and fiddle with his privacy patch. Realistically he knew the eyes following him were because of the soft dampanded smell that revealed him as an Omega that followed him - a scent that could only be dulled so much with the patch - and not because they were searching for the scent mixed with his, or search for the bite mark that should be on his neck.

He shifted slowly making his way towards the back of the bar not even bothering with trying to get a drink already knowing that Penny and Travis would be overrun, it would be a fools run. Instead he keep his eyes trailed on the ground trying to ignore the way his skin prickled with the eyes that followed him as he watched people react to his scent shifting slightly out of his way, enough where there was a path but still forced him to brush against them in a way that made his chest clench in panic being so close to an Alpha who could grab at him. He knew that the others would be lingering in the back corner of the bar, they were creatures of habit and he had no doubt that they had arrived easily in order to secure a pool table for the group.

“Bob!”

He lifted his head with a small smile as he saw his pilot wave at him. She was leaning against one of the tables, her hair loose around her head wearing a baggy shirt that slipped off her shoulder as she shifted. Her body was turned towards Mickey whose partner's arm was wrapped around his shoulders as Ruebon rested his chin on his Omega’s shoulder watching over the conversation silently, allowing them to relax while keeping close contact with his mate as he kept guard with a half eye on anyone who they didn't know approached on their group. Catching sight of him she placed her beer down on the green felt and passed off her cue to Javy bumping into him unintentionally dragging the man away from his discussion with Bradley and Logan. Logan shifted slightly, coming up to brush against his mate's lower back who lingered by the side of the game with the other pool stick held in hand. Brigham frowned at her retreating figure and half heartedly called out that it was her go before rolling his eyes and turning into Logans touch jabbing the pool stick out to Bradely who raised an eyebrow leaning forward teasingly pushing off the end of the table to step forward trapping the Omega between his mate whos arms wrapped around his middle and the approaching Alpha who got in his face with a teasing smile.

Natasha was an admittedly powerful Alpha, she made a name for herself and made it clear she refused to back down just because she was a woman in a male dominated career. She held her chin high and held the same bravo he saw so often when they were in the sky as she closed the distance between them, nudging people who were too slow out of her way until a path was cleared as the strong Alpha approached, she wrapped an arm around his waist and tugged him closer.

He resisted the urge to shrug her off, plastering a smile on his lips as she tugged him through the path back towards their table as Mickey smiled, waving a hand in greeting to him. Ruebons eyes tracked him carefully, his eyes narrowingly slightly and his lips pursed but he stayed silently - which he normally was these days - and chose to shift pulling off his mate and wrapped his arm around the younger man's waist pulling him into his side mimicking the same position that Nat held him in. Possessive, protected, mine. He knew it was a claim, a warning for others to back off. On normal days it annoyed him that his pilot thought so little of him that she believed she needed to claim him to protect him, but tonight the bar was particularly rowdy and he knew the claim would keep wandering hands away for the moment. So he allowed it to happen despite the weight that settled on his chest compressing as his Omega whined pitifully grumbling in annoyance that the Alpha so happily scented him and warded off others but frankly refused to bite him.

She was a massive fucking cockblock.

He loved his team, he really did. But he also hated it. He hated that despite having proved himself time and time again, they didn't trust him. It was subtle, they included him in their circles and were careful to ensure he was included in conversations but he felt it deep under his skin, they didn't trust him. What annoyed him the most was that they trusted him explicitly in the air, not once did they question his skills as a WSO but the moment he's on the ground he saw the side glances. The way his pilot, the day they met all those months ago at Hard Deck took one look at him and tugs him under her arm shielding him from the others, how no one trusted him to take care of himself on the ground. He hated how they saw him as weak because of his secondary gender, and it wasn’t fair because he wasn't the only Omega in the group. No, Mickey, Callie, and Logan were all Omega’s and yet no one questioned their ability to protect themselves. And he knew it was because they couldn't get over the way he looked. How in the air he was confident, secured in his ability to take care of them while they were in the air and he wasn't afraid to back talk someone in order for his opinion to be heard in a life or death situation. But the moment his feet hit hard ground and the adrenaline rush faded, his confidence burrowing away in his chest as he settled for quiet and reserved, his shyness poking through; he watched their respect for him crash and burn. How they couldn’t look past the baby fat still clinging to his cheeks even after all these years, that his reclusive personality and physical appearance made their Alpha’s rear in the need to protect him. They saw him as weak. An Omega who needed protection.

He had assumed that Nat was clinging during the mission because the stress was making her Alpha more possessive so he pushed back his worry and allowed her to smother him. Letting her hold his wrist prevented him from moving more than three feet from her, who had him sit on the outskirts of her vision siping away at his drink so she could keep an eye on him. Who rubbed against him as she passed unnecessary close in the halls rubbing her scent onto him. He thought it would die down after they landed, once the mission was completed that they would go their separate ways and a more respectable distance would appear between them. Only it didn't, if anything it seemed to encourage the Alpha, now as a permanent squadron he woman made a habit of claiming him the moment he walked through the doors, pulling him to her side where he would be trapped for the rest of the night until he managed to convince her that he wanted to go home - where she would insist walking him to his car and waiting until he pulled out of the parking lot - and going as far as to scent his belongings when he wasn't looking ensuring that everyone within a 10 foot radius knew exactly who his pilot was.

He had spent one to many nights trapped under her heavy gaze as she stationed herself at his side, her hackles coming up for anyone that got a tad too close for her comfort, who growled threateningly when anyone outside their group tried to speak to him. She was overbearing, overprotective. Her behavior however only seemed to feed the anxiety of the group who treated him like a pup who was asking for another cookie before dinner and he hated it. No one took him seriously, instead they ruffled his hair and called him champ and told him to run off when they were having conversations he was actually interested in.

Hell he had babysitters.

Does anyone know how hard it is to pick someone up with a babysitter ? He wasn't even allowed to go to the bar by himself, there was always someone offering to drive him or someone waiting out the front to collect him from the parking lot - that was of course after they attempted in insisting he didn't need to go and could instead use the time to do something else he wanted to do. Let alone talk to someone they didn't know. Nat had some weird assumption that anyone that seeked him out wanted to take advantage of him and put measures in place to prevent that from happening. God, the urge to tell her that he wasn't the sweet innocent virgin she thought he was burnt at the tip of his tongue. He bit his tongue, pushing down a groan of frustration as one of his one night stands - or what he had hoped to be one - was once again chased away. No matter how hard he tried sneaking away while they were distracted there was always one of them sliding up to the bar beside him cutting off the conversation firmly ending it as they places a hand on his lower back herding him back to the group as if he was a lamb still sucking from his mothers tit who had wandered away from the herd. It was humiliating. There was always someone providing snacks for him to munch on and a drink in hand whenever he was finished, regardless if he wanted them or not. Penny had given him the cup of nuts and drink that first night when she realized he was here for the special attachment and it seems the team picked up on the habit and decided - to his agony - to continue it at every seating. ‘His’ stool as Penny had deemed it was always miraculously empty no matter how busy the bar was. He feared asking how.

He wasn't allowed to pay for anything. He didn't even bother taking his wallet with him most days when he was invited out with them. Much to his irritation there was always someone who had settled his bill before he could get to the bar and he had the suspicion that they were using his and Mickey’s relationship against him by getting the man to drag him into interesting conversations at the end of the night.

Actually, in fact, they were all cockblocks.

People had their needs, that included himself. Which meant that every so often he liked to get dicked down dumb into a mattress, a pleasure he hadn't been able to indulge in since he left Lamoore.

Anytime he approached, or was approached by an Alpha that he had spent the night eyeing up to take home they were always shooed away, or became unappealing the moment they opening their mouths and started spewing the ‘protecting and strong’ Alpha bullshit on him and as appealing as it was it was harder to pick his partners these days he would have still taken them home, if he had gotten the chance. His plans to take anyone home had a wrench thrown into them as his pilot of one of his minders interrupted them or prevented them from approaching. Nix was the worst colporate, becoming agitated and hostile as the other Alpha sized her up,causing the Alpha’s to ask him if he needed protection from her. He knew what it looked like and as much as he wanted to deny it the facts were hard to ignore. Natasha was bond trapping him, it was so frankly obvious it was painful and yet he didn't understand why no one had challenged her claim, why no one had questioned why it was taking her so long to complete her claim. She was an overbearing Alpha, who forced him to stay by her side, who smothered him in her scent to the point it was painful and yet despite all the clear signs that he was her omega he lacked the final mark to bind them together. A bond he knew he would never receive because the woman had her eye lingering on Rooster.

It always ended up with blood rushing to his face in embarrassment at the display she would put on as he hung his head in shame muttering out an apology as he watched them stalk out as someone helicoptered over him for the rest of the night; meaning for the next half an hour until the tab was closed out and they took him back to base. Most nights he threw out a half arsed excuse and simply went back home alone, ignoring his phone which was blowing up with messages over the fact he disappeared without telling anyone.

He always ended up in his flat in disappointment, alone. He felt like a houseplant that was withering due to the fact it was being overcared for, struggling to keep up with the affection as he drowned in it. His sour disappointment twisted in the air around him, the pepper like smell made his nose twitched before it blended with Natasha’s pheromones that had drenched every surface of his apartment last time she had unexpectedly dropped by last weekend; which was becoming a habit he would need to nip on the bud, because his nest was all but non-existent with how often he had to wash it and it made his skin crawl . The scent had sunk into his furniture before he could prevent it with a neutraliser, he hadn't even realized what she was doing until it was too late. She had spent the half an hour before he caught onto what she was doing and he kicked her out rubbing her scent all over his belongings and furniture everytime his back was turned. He remembered the rage he felt that ate at his stomach making his limbs tremble as he stared at her with a confused and slightly wounded expression which made her flush and stumble over herself as she tried to explain that it's what's best for him. For his protection . His Omega growled in distress at the pure audacity and disrespect the Alpha was showing his home, but how hurt he was that she would defile his home, his safe space like that.he hated how she stared him down unflattered at told him that her scent him, despite the fact it was forcefully and he had full rights to claim assault, was the safest option, and that it was so no one mistook his as unclaimed.

Alpha’s, they all had knots for brains.

He was, unclaimed that is. He was single, unmated, and he didn't see anything wrong with that. Sure if he was mated to an Alpha and chose to move away he would be forced to leave the Daggers and follow after his mate but that wasn't likely to happen. Not if he picked right.

But she didn't say it like that. No, she said the word as if it was a dirty stray on the side of the road begging for scraps. As if the word physically repulsed her. Unclaimed. As if he was a pet to be owned. As if he should be walking around with their bites on his neck, claimed by the Daggers as a pack Omega who clearly feared he was too naive to make a good decision on his own. A pack Omega which would not only enable him from making any choices, but would legally force him to service them all and follow their orders as if it was law. A worse fate if he has anything to say with it.

For fuck sakes it wasnt like he was going to fall for the first Alpha who offered him a knot, he wasn’t a teenager and he had gone through his own fair share of knots, mind blowing and disappointing. He was sure he wouldn't become a slobbering mess when he was given the opportunity. Hell, he had been through enough heats without their help.

But instead of talking to him about her concerns she had chosen to go behind his back and drench his entire apartment in her scent so strong that it gave him the occasional migraine and made him want to gag. It truly wasn't pleasant and to make it worse he never got a break from it, between home and working in the cockpit with her; he was sure that the scent was seared into his skin at this point. Which he was sure she was proud of if her smug smile was anything to go by. But he still couldn't get rid of the scent despite having used three cans of neutraliser. He was getting to the point of irritability that he was thinking about going to Cyclone to get a house transfer. But that would bring up questions he hasn't quite figured out how to answer yet.

She had started doing it on base too now, and it was beginning to hinder his work performance. He was sure that Warlock or Hondo (most likely both of them, they were both horrible gossips) had noticed it and he mentally prepared himself for the interrogation he knew he would be the subject of later that week. She had started squaring up at any hint of danger, ignoring his calls in the air brushing aside his capabilities and allowing her own judgment to cloud their calls as she focused on protecting the Omega in her backseat, instead of heeding his actually helpful advice which was supposed to keep them in the air long enough to survive, instead of toeing the odd line between burning in and nose diving from the sky she was attempting to pull off.

It was embarrassing .

She made no attempt to hide the fact she was brushing him aside, scolding him to be quiet in the cockpit when he was making observations or when the team were speaking over the comms; which he had since stopped attempting to weigh in on the playful testing after being on the receiving end of the Alpha’s warning glare and the tense flight to the ground where the pent up Alpha all but stalked away.

She had started trailing him. Settling by his side whenever she could when it did not hinder him, disregarding whatever she was doing at the point of time to cross the room and pull him obsessively under her arm. Snapping at people who he talked to around base, or used to, when they tried to sit with him at lunch as she dragged him from the table and forced him into the spot between Reuben and Neil at the Dagger’s crowded one.

It was ridiculous, insulting.

She was affecting his work now. No one wanted to speak to him and it was obvious when his base hands no longer smiled at him instead tensely looking at the ground until he passed, conversations becoming stilled and curt when he tried to start them as his shadow stuck to him. His mental health was taking a hint as he forcibly became secluded from the world lead out under the group, never getting the chance to branch out. One can only talk to the same 12 people so many times a day.

He could feel more comfortable with the causal protection if it had come from their pack head - Maverick - or an older member who wanted to guide him into the pack, someone like Iceman, or hell even Cyclone at this point. The casual protection was fine if he knew they were doing it to help him ease into it, but it was becoming increasingly clear that these idiots had no experience in protecting a pack Omega and were letting their Alpha’s take control and heed their instincts, smothering him in overbearing Alpha’s. But he would never in his life accept the help from someone like Nix, someone similar in age even if he was only a few years older than him, but someone who treated him like an object she owned, it was then he knew she would never truly bite him.

Especially not while shes chasing after Bradley, the Alpha who was oblivious to her obsessive gaze as he soaked in the attention of his boyfriends.

At least the lucky bastard was getting laid. He was stuck in a frustrating dry spell that was making his skin itch and skin crawl in frustration. It was impossible to maintain a relationship with Natasha around. His dating life had all but become nonexistent since they met, it was impossible to balance out his dating life and keep a healthy relationship with his pilot without her complaining she never saw him and that his partner was hiding him away or being accused of cheating as it grew harder and harder to explain to his bed partners that Nix was his pilot and no he wasn't sleeping with her and yes it was her scent that leached into his entire house.

He loved her, he loved them all, truely. But this needed to stop. This overprotectiveness was killing him, and Nix was the worst. It was too much, it was suffocating him.

He wanted to be able to hold onto a relationship without his partner interrogating him every afternoon when he got home about ‘what he did today’ and ‘oh why do you smell like you rolled around in your pilot's bed’. It was unmistakable, the scent was so well coated into his home he was afraid he might need to tear up the wood floors and bleach the whole place, it stank of pure Alpha. He couldn't smell himself in his home like he used to anymore, his once warm home now made him tense and restless as he attempted to sleep.

He just wanted to prove to them that he wasn't weak, he just wanted them to back off so he could breathe . He wanted to be able to walk around base and talk to his friends, to sit at the table with them without feeling guilty or having the heat of a glare on the back of his neck. He wanted to be able to go home to an apartment that smelled like him, where he could relax and sleep a full night without tossing and turning in destressing thinking she was in the house with him. He wanted to bring someone home and not have to explain to them why he didn't have a bite on his neck or face the judgmental looks, he wanted to be able to relax into an Alpha’s arms without being afraid someone will stalk in. He wanted to be fucked, loved and knotted, and for once in his life he wanted to be anything but an Omega.

He wanted to prove to them that he didn't need their protection, he wanted to tell them to shove it up their arses and he knew exactly how to do it. It was dumb, terribly so. He could be laughed off, the Alpha could rat him out to the rest of the group but he had to try . Because he wasn't sure how much longer he could do this without burning out, without asking for a transfer and leaving in the dead of the night, abandoning the people he considered his pack, his family.

That's how he ended up in the middle of the Hard Deck despite it being one of their most popular nights, ones he was normally sent home so they didn't need to keep an eye on him and he could feel the tension in Natasha’s body where it was pressed against him from where he had ignored a direct order and come out anyway. He knew she would be angry, irritated that he was putting himself in danger , he knew she would chew him out later and lecture him on safety. He was dreading it.

But it was for a good cause, he hoped. He needed to find Jake Seresin, Hangman. Because despite everything that had happened, the man was still on the outside of the group even after all these months. He wasn't exactly in the close groups like the others, he had his own group of friends and spent time with them instead of centering his life around the squadron like the others did. It also meant that he did not smother him like the others, instead the man raised an eyebrow at the possessive marks eyes trialing over the unmarked skin of his neck with a frown but kept his mouth shut. He went out of his way to steal him out from under his babysitter to play a game of darts giving him the moment to have fun for a split second before he was stolen away again, forced to the edge of the room.

Seresin had his own life. He had Javy, and he was sure that the man was the only reason Seresin bothered turning up to Hard Deck in the first place, he never stayed long and he never had more than one beer. He sat at a bigger table at lunch away from them surrounded by people his laugh was often heard during the lunch hours when he was tugged away into hsi prison guard while seresin sat relaxed surrounded by what looked like a mixture of ground staff and engineers. And it was Seresin who he would see stepping in and out of their boss’s offices casually as if he belonged there, who flirted shamelessly with Iceman’s secretary and called Maverick Pops.

The man who may be his only saving grace. The only reason he was risking the pack's ire, why he was standing in the very place he hated. Crowds and noise wasn't his thing, it didn't stop them from dragging him out but if it could be prevented he dived for the opportunity. Serein better appreciate that he was giving up one of his rare alone days for this.

His gaze traveled over the group as Natasha tugged him right up to the pool table taking the pool back from Javy whose gaze trailed him slightly before turning back to the game. She shifted, switching hands with the stick and leaned across the table to be heard over the noise of the pub, “Rack em! Bobs here now, we’ll do teams!”

He frowned, “Nat finish your game first. Logan has been waiting for you, it won't take long”. He had to get away from them. If he could get her distracted then it would be easy as long as he slipped past Reuben, Bradley would be too distracted by his boyfriends to notice him moving and as long as Neil and Callie did not appear it should be easy-ish.

“But-” Nat brows were pulled tight in displeasure as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

“Please?” he leaned closer using his scent allowing his slight distress and nerves to bleed through as she inhaled sharply before nodding.

“We’ll finish the game” she declared, giving him a small glance, clearly not pleased. “Then we’ll have a game”.

“Of course, teams” he promised, nodding his head, before pressing his frames back up his nose. He was dreadfully hoping he would be able to get Seresin on his side by then so he could avoid being put on Natasha’s team and he might actually get the chance to win with Ser- Hangman. The man was somewhat of a pool champion in the stories he's heard.

“Did you hear about that newest schematic they're trying to push?” Mickey asked him, the man rolled his eyes with an exaggerated movement, “Utter shit if I do say myself. Really why would they need pilotless planes for anyway-”.

He kept one eye on the door as he listened to Mickey drone on about Cain’s new attempt to get the Navy to sign off on his project. The man was still trying to find reasons to get Maverick discharged and to frankly everyone's surprise Cyclone seams to be trying to milk Maverick for everythings he's worth by keeping him as an instructor as Cyclone glared down the brass demanding he took custody of the aged aviator until he retired or stubbornly of old age. It wasn't until the conversation dropped off into one of Mickey's new tv-shows that Ruebon tugged his mate closer, nodding his head out the side alerting them of their newest company.

“Oh the parties here” Mickey smirked, nodding his head over towards the door where Javy - he hadn't even noticed the man had moved - was grinning widely as he wrapped his arm around the blond shoulder who rolled his eyes as allowed the man to tug him over to the group. Aviators on the bridge of his nose, toothpick between his teeth, the same cocky arrogant smile on his face as he approached.

“Tracy” Hangman tilted his head to her as he turned to him eyes narrowing both hands curling around the pool stick as she leaned onto it michiking the same move he pulled all those months ago.

“Bagman”.

“Hangman” he corrected the grin becoming sharper, like blunt glass in the center of your palm, but the more pressure you put on it, the tighter you gripped it the sharper it got cutting into your skin until you couldn't be sure it had been blunt to begin with.

“Whatever” she gave him a mocking smile, “Who invited you anyway?”

“I thought this was a free country Tracy” Hangman tilted his head, “Wasn't aware I needed your permission to walk where I wish”.

“This is our turf-”

“It's Penny’s really” Hangman interrupted with a sharp smile, “Talking about Penny dearest, I must go share my love”. He patted Javy on the shoulder who sent Nat a heavy frown as the blond he was after walked away form them towards the bar where he waited patiently for Penny to finish her rounds, he waved her off towards a bigger group when she approached and he took a careful look around the group shifting to the outskirts making it look like he was moving toward his seat as he leaned against the pillar. Waiting for the right moment to slip out behind it and duck into her crowd so he could make a break for it and steal the man before he blended in with the crowd.

He didn't need to wait long, he waited until Reubens tugging Mickey down into a kiss and Javy was preoccupied with flirting with a girl - one of the giggling groups that slid to their side running their hands down the man's arm asking about the medals in their high pitched voices - and slips away towards the bar where Hangman was leaning against beer in hand he snags the Alphas arm tugging him further into the crowd ignoring the man's questioning noise but the man willing followed his tugging not resisting as much as he probably should have been.

“Bob?”

He ignored him. Weaving their way to the other side of the bar out of vie of the others towards the older booths that were often forgotten about.

“Floyd”

There was a bit of resistance as Seresin tugged back but he tried to ignore it. He was so close. So close-

“Lieutenant” a hand grabbed his wrist sharply yanking him back, he spun on his heel sharply at the tug and stumbled into the man's chest free hand coming up to brace himself on his chest before gritting his teeth in frustration looking up at the arrogant man whos brows were furrowed in concern, grin tugged down in a frown as his gaze dropped across his body trying to find a reason for their haste.

“Are you going to listen to me now?” Hangman asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The booths” he threw a shallow nod over his shoulder, “We’ll talk there”.

Hangman stared at him for a solid moment before nodding not releasing him but allowing him to lead them to the booths as they slid into the directed opposite sides of the table hangman finally releasing his grip.

“Does someone know where you are?”

He wanted to scoff, but instead he felt the tingly feeling behind his eyes and inhaled shapely to push back the tears of frustration. It only seemed to disturbed he man further, who shifted to glance over his shoulder with an analyzing look.

“Did somebody bother you?”

“Yes”. That dragged the blonds attention back to him with a heavy frown on his lips. “They’re bothering me” he tried to explain.

By the frustrated expression the blond was wearing, he wasn't doing it well.

“I don't want to be near them. They are smothering me”.

The blond huffed tension releasing from his muscles a cocky smile falling onto his lips as he relaxed in the booth, “Wanted some time with Hangman eh Baby?”

“No- just listen ” he gritted his teeth anxiously picking at him and there was a tick in Hangman's jaw who tracked the moments. Instead of pushing him like he expected the man too instead the man stood leaving his beer on the table and stepped away.

Fuckkkk. He was ratting him out then. He knew this as stupid. How could he risk this? It was going to get so much worse now. He was going to have to go back to Lammore, no wait he couldn't go there would find him there and drag him back. He wouldn't be able to stay under Iceman's command. He would have to switch oceans and-

A glass of coke was placed in front of him. He blinked following the hand back up to the blond who retook his seat. Waiting silently for him to continue, he reached out wrapping his hand around the glass quietly with a nervous glance.

“I just went to the bar, relax” Hangman told him, “Your little groupies don't know we’re here”.

“Good” he sighed. He played with the straw, lifting it slightly before letting it fall, bobbing in the drink as he thought about how he was going to approach the subject. In one way it was embarrassing and he didn't want to tell the man any of it, but he also knew it was getting to the point that if he let it it would simply build until the rot eventually killed him. He wanted to ease him into it, to keep the man from staring at him and laughing in his face but he didnt feel like he had the time. The others could find them at any moment and discover him gone, he would have to tell him up front. To his face.

Fuck. This was going to suck.

“I want you to be my Alpha”.

The man choked mid-swallow of his drink that slammed down on the table a tad too hard, they earned a few odd looks but not a huge amount of attention. The liquid bubbled down the mans chin as he coughed, hand moving up to his lips to stop his lungs from trying to cough themselves up. He rasped a short breath, it sounded like a wheeze. He silently slid the napkin from under his glass across the table offering it to the blonde, the beer was now spreading on the table in front of him shoved to the side as froth almost spilled into his lap from where he had inhaled it. He squinted slightly as he watched the blond take the napkins and dabbed uselessly at his shirt, his body still jerking in an odd looking fit with the effort to expel the liquid from his lungs. He was glad that no one was really paying attention to them.

For a split moment he wondered if he would need to rat themselves out by waving over Penny to get the man some help. He couldn't help the small flush of embarrassment that climbed up his neck as the man rasped out a thanks, he watched as Seresin took a shallow breath in an attempt to regulate it before dragging a hand over his mouth with a grimace collecting the odd froth from his chin. His hand clenched around his coke as he watched the man, he tried not to let the anxiety of waiting get to him as he traced odd patterns into his glass with the condensation as he waited patiently beyond nervous that the man would turn him down before he couldn't truly convince him that it truly was the best option for both of them.

He was sure he could offer the man something he wanted.

“Jueses, Floyd” the man muttered, finally lifting his head to stare at him in disbelief from across the now damp table, the napkin only going too far to force the liquid to the middle of the table with teh drenched paper to prevent it from spilling on anyone. Seresin dumped the wet napkin in the centre of the mess before collecting his abandoned beer from the now sticky table and taking a long swing. “You can't just proposition someone like that”.

There was a tone of disapproval and he felt his molars grind, was he serious, the one being lectured right now?

“I didnt” he frowned, ripping part of the label from his bottle with a sharp tug.

Seresin let out a sharp laugh hissing at him furiously, “Bullshit”. The blond was glancing around with a weary look trying to see if anyone was observing them, more importantly if anyone had overheard them. It wouldn't be great consequence wise for either of them, not only would they get in shit loads of trouble but someone could overhear and decide to challenge Seresin for him, and that could get messy.

“No ones there Hangman, they’re not going to chew you up”. Actually they might if they knew what he just asked of the man.

“Why the fuck did you come to me” the mans lips pursed, “Just tell them to back off if its too much”.

“I tried” he hissed, the Alpha blinked at him. He groaned in frustration, “Do i have to beat it into that thick head of yours-”

“-Kinky-”

“-They don’t listen to me! Nat is like they’re fucking spokes person. The moment she took me in she was all over me” he snarled.

“I thought you were mated” Hangman smirked, but under all that arrogant bravo he could see an intelligent sharpness, despite putting on a relaxed facade he could feel the man's intense gaze traveling his body until it settled on his still bare throat. He knew the blond wasn’t dumb, he wouldn't have made it this far if he was, he would have seens the signs just as he did.

“That sure as hell isn't happening while she's panting after Bradley like a dog in heat” he snorted, “Besides….i don't want to be her mate, not after…all this”. He shifted uncomfortably. “You have to get me out”.

“And you think me being your Alpha, your mate will fix that?” Hangman scoffed.

“No. of course not”. He shifted before leaning over the table peering at the man from under his lashes. “Look” he stated “I'm not propositioning you-”

“Doesn't sound like that” Seresin grumbled, “You asked me to be your Alpha , Bob. That's intimate”. The man swallowed “It’s final ”.

“Are you going to let me finish?” he drawled irritated. Already questioning if he should drop out of the conversation and simply collect his emergency packed bag from his base house closet and skip town and never come back. The embarrassment of having to ask for help was eating away at him let alone the arse the man was being.

“I asked you to join me in a benefiting agreement” he continued as if he hadn't been interrupted, glaring at the Alpha who opened his mouth to argue. “I asked you to consider joining me in a fake relationship” he stressed, “It will get Nat off my back and ergo the rest of the squad”.

“Why would I want that?” Sereisn snorted, his wide arrogant grin spreading across his face in the painfully mask he had spent the last two years studying since he first met the man. He leaned back in his chair giving off an air of being unbothered despite the small tension that ran through his body that the man mediated through tapping his fingers against the booth table edge.

“Because you're not a piece of shit”. The man flattered. “Look Hangman-” he ran a hand through his hair with a heavy sign “i'm tired. This” he motioned between them “this is my last option”.

“Ouch” the blond drawled.

“Oh don't pretend like you're not thinking about it, you wouldn't choose me either. We're not each other types, but I hope your acting game is better than your ability to follow orders. It's the best solution for the both of us. It's not permanent. I don't expect you to bond with me, and wasn't it you who claimed just a few days ago you needed a holiday. Well now you have one”.

“Your insane” Sereisn chuckled taking a sip of his drink eyes wandering to the group, “Are you sure you haven't had anything to drink tonight?”

He felt his hackles rise and he struggled to swallow around the rising aggression, instead he glared at the blond across the table “You could have just said no. God, there was no need to be a dick about it” he hissed. Moving to stand up as he shoved his half filled glass away from him the taste suddenly turned sour in his mouth and his stomach turned. Only for a hand to shoot out before he could clear the booth into the safety of the busy bar, it tugged him backwards and he struggled to get his feet back under him at the sudden change of direction as he was pulled backward into the blonds lap until an arm wrapped around his waist. He paused, stiffening as the blonds chest rumbled in displeasure, he couldn't bring himself to look at the Alpha who he knew would be showing off his canines, whose eyes would have turned dark swallowing his eyes whole as the predator took place.

“Seresin-” he warned.

“I’ll do it” Serein said shortly, peering up at him as he nuzzled his neck rubbing his scent onto him “I’ll be your Alpha”.

He paused, swallowing. “Really?” if this was a joke he was going to kill the man, emotion welled in his throat.

“Really” the man rumbled. The grip on his wrist tightened as the other snaked around his waist tugging him more firmly into his chest, shifting him so he sat horizontally against the man's lap so he could almost rest his head on the man's shoulder. Hangman’s hair was tousled, his canines peaked out from his lips and he stared down at him with a hunger he's never seen up close.

An alpha. One who looked like he was seriously contemplating his offer.

“There will be a contract” the Alpha insisted gruffly, “And you will have a clause to leave any time you want”.

“Deal”, of course the man was worried about saving his own arse. Adding a clause would save the man if the government tried to sue him for entrapment.

His jaw ticked slightly, “Vice versa” he sighed, he refused to leave any paper trail behind. This was bad enough let alone some desk jockey picking it up years down the trail and having him come in for questioning. He needed this to be a fair contact, it had to be perfect. There couldn't be any suspicion here, it was too risky. His dignity was on the line.

“You will stay in my home”.

“What?” he blanched twisting to stare at the man in disbelief the hands on his waist flexed slightly.

“You. Will. Stay. With. Me” Seresin repeated through his teeth his frown deepening, “Where I can protect you, endure your safety. You will be my Omega, I will treat you as such and in the meantimes you will get all the liberties of one”.

He swallowed, he hadn't thought about the repercussions of being the man's Omega, he wasn't sure if he really remembered the proper etiquette. But he knew one thing sitting on his lap like this was not considered proper in the slightest. “Which include?”

“You get served first” the man said firmly, not taking any arguments, “You will receive a room in my home, you will get a card from my own personal account which will provide you with the means of money if you ever need it. You will be treated with the same respect as I am within social circles and I expect you to accompany me to Navy functions and more importantly the ones held by my family”.

“What comes out of it?” he swallowed, staring at the man's intense gaze, what could he possibly get from attending a few balls, it wasn't like he fit the image anyway. He tended to avoid them entirely if he could help it but it seems all his hard work was about to be all for naught.

“You get my protection little one” he rumbled.

“What do you get out of it” he corrected throat suddenly dry.

The blond purred slightly leaning forward to rest his forehead on his collarbone pressing a brief kiss to bare skin within the open top buttons of his shirt. “I get you Robert Floyd. For however long you need me. An Omega to spoil, to care for, to settle my wolf. I get an eye candy on my arm and someone to wrap in my arms during the nights-”

“You didn't say anything about staying in the same bed” he cut off pulling away from the man with a jerk wincing as his spine collided with the booth table as a response. The man cooed tutting slightly as his hand came up to absently rub the sore area in the middle of his back.

“How do you propose picking up my scent?” He raised an eyebrow, a cheeky grin forming on his face, the darkness receding from his eyes and his green eyes returned with a honey golden ring surrounding them “As much as I enjoy the idea of you walking around wearing my dirty clothes I don't think you would appreciate it”.

He grimaced, yeah no. That was not happening. “Bed it is then”

Seresin huffed, “Better get started then” he muttered learning forwards and licked a strip of his skin over his scent gland leaving his spit behind leaving small open mouth kisses over the younger man's throat. He made a noise of protest leaning back only for the blond to follow, his hand came up to clutch at the nap of the Alpha’s neck in fear of falling backwards.

“Now?” he squeeked, a flush making its way up his neck as the blond sucked a hickey just behind his ear. He tilted his head back and oh dear those ceiling tiles look oh so interesting.

“No time like the present darling” the southerner nipped at his skin slightly, leaving a small pin prick of pain behind the phantom of the man's teeth around his skin that burned his skin.

“Seresin!” he hissed.

“Jake” the man mumbled against his skin, hands shifting to his waist as he twisted him in his lap until his own thighs parted over the blonds hips as he saddled him. “If we're doing this you need to call me Jake darlin’ otherwise no one will buy it”.

He rolled his eyes “I'm not calling you Jake” he frowned slightly “Jacob perhaps?”

“No” the growled response was aggressive as the Alpha tensed around him, his touch still gentle as he cradled him but still the tension in his muscle looked like it was about to snap.

“Ok” he swallowed thickly, “How about Jay then?” he reached down and captured the blond chin tugging him away from his neck as the blonde looked up at him. He reached up absently and used thumb to rub out the crease between the man's eyes.

He was just like a jaybird, pretty, always where you didnt want them to be, showing off their colors constantly. And just plain fucking annoying.

There was a moment of silence as Seresin leaned into his palm causing this thumb to stray from his forehead to his temples before his fingertips glided down the man's cheeks stopping briefly at his chin. He pressed his finger against the man's nose causing it to scrunch up adorably- on his horribly ugly disfigured face.

“Ok. Jay”. Hangman agreed quietly.

He tilted his head observing the man quietly as the new mask slid into place. It was odd, seeing it so new, so unbiased, unmarked by the world. Like a baby when it's first placed in its parents arms. One thing that was interesting about Serein, was that much like his mother he chose to play roles in life to help himself cope with it. It was subtle, the shifting between them. So subtle that if you weren't watching it was almost impossible to tell. So seamless, so practiced. He had met many people over his lifetime who had masks. His mother had three; the one she showed her father: the dutiful silent woman who cooked and cleaned and acted like their marriage wasn't falling part, the second she showed to all her children: who she smiled widely laughing that now sounded forced the older he got who acted like each day with her children was her last and that she needed to make memories out of it and the third, the mask that his mother wore when she was alone and his father was out helping at one of the neighboring farms: as she sat on the kitchen floor sobbing quietly handkerchief held up to her face between clenched fist as her body shook the only slight sound of her rasping breath cutting through the silence as he peered down at her from the top of the staircase where he meant to be sleeping alongside his four sisters.

He had meant people with masks but he had never seen as many as Seresin had. He was complicated; he knew that the first day he met him.

It made him interesting. Something he had wanted to explore if it hadn't been for the mission.

It was surprisingly easy to tell them apart really, but it might be because of his pastime in watching the man as he moved around the bar flaunting like a peacock when he was around. How dreadful to say that most nights that was his only entertainment.

There was Jacob Seresin, he was rare, secluded. Something that was often reserved for Javy, a role that Jacob only felt comfortable falling into when they were together, safe, and relaxed. It was his inner child, it appears whenever Jacob got really excited over small things, shells, an odd crab, spending his time kneeling down on the rock wells where they though no one could see them as Javy knelt down beside the man indulging him as the blond ratted off random facts about the species.

There was Mr Seresin, the executioner. An emotionless object that forced the man on the stressful mission to appear shut down, blank. Empty in the head. He completed tasks. If there was a mission then he was to complete it to the best of his ability with efficiency, even if that cost him several hours of sleep. What goes up must come down. His job was to complete the mission, losses be damned. Even his own. He was cold, calculated. He didn't react to Bradleys taunts or jabs, taking them in stride and walking away. But if Bradley did manage to get a reaction the response was so monotone it physically hurt to hear let alone to be on the other end of the cutting words picked precisely for the most damage.

There was Jake Seresin. The man who laughed with Javy freely, who had a photo of Javy’s family in his locker along with photos of his nieces and nephews on his phone. Who gushed over jets or lazed out on the wing of his plane in the hanger when no one was looking.

There was Hangman. The man who was forced to grow up too far, who was saddled with a horrible call sign that forced him as an outcast in his squadrons all thanks to Bradley and his petty anger. A man who took down two air-to-air kills and suffered night terrors at night due to them turning up the next day with dark black circles under his eyes.

Then there was Jay. He was new. A fresh palate. He wasn't sure if he was excited or disappointed that it was so easy for the man to create a new mask, the man was practically handing them out like tic tacs. Eventually he would get tired of playing all those roles.

His gaze shifted lazily over the bar as he waited for the man to calm slightly from where he had shifted resting his forehead against his sternum feeling the tension slowly leave the man. Nat and Bradley were haggling on Mickey who was squawking about something as Reubon leaned back in a chair sipping a bear with a fond smile. Billy was playing darts with Callie who glared at Neil; who simply grinned at her as once, throwing a coaster in the way of her shot ending up with a dart embedded in it as she hit it mid air in the attempt to hit the target.

His gaze wandered until he found Maverick talking to another man…Bernie he thinks his name is. The two men were surrounded by a few other younger people - ones he was sure he ahd seen at Hangman's table once or twice - who were shyly sharing data from a clipboard to the captain who smiled gently and picked up a pencil and talked them through the engineering process of whatever ship they were trying to build. He squinted. -ksrtar something, the first few letters were obscured by a sticky notes which held a doddle that was no doubt their own captain's work. A crudely drawn goose was yelling on the pink paper at anyone who attempted to pick up the board, almost threatening to bite them.

He smiled slightly, he glanced around making his route back to the man in front of him when he caught the eyes of the one person he hadn't anticipated. Penny. She was frowning heavily, hand twitching from the bar towards the bell as she stared at them, she gave him a look tilting his head quietly. Do you need help?

Something stirred in his chest and his stomach flopped, it wasn't fair. He knew that he was an unmated omega and that Jake could sometimes be seen as aggressive but he was only like that when he was protecting someone else. It wasn't fair that he was immediately seen as a threat.

This wouldn't do. He needs them to appear couple like. He had to sell this.

His hand came up to rest on the man's shoulder tugging him closer to his chest as he raised his hand making a small ‘no’ motion. Jay hummed slightly in question as he shifted but made no protest, hands simply readjusting, hand moving out to shift his abandoned coke into grabbing range as the man took a sip of his now warm beer with a grimace.

Are you sure? He expression asked as she threw a rag on the bar attempting to look busy he gaze never leaving them long.

I'm fine. He tapped the blond shoulder causing him to pull away blinking slightly almost as if he had been snoozing.

“What?” he grumbled slightly with a frown

“Penny”.

“Don't call another woman's name while you're in my lap” Jay grumbled.

“No, look Penny” he rolled his eyes and tipped the man's chin towards the bar - it rolled willingly in his hands and it made his chest lurch slightly; this Alpha really was trusting him - where the woman was staring at them not even attempting to be subtle.

Jake straightened slightly “Ah shit” .

He pulled himself away from the embrace and after a moment of hesitation the blonde let him, hand moving from his hips releasing him as he stepped away and slid out of the booth the Alpha quickly followed hand moving to his lower back.

“Time to rejoin the party” Jake sighed, fingers tugging at his shirt not in a warning but rather it seemed like something to keep the blonds mind occupied as they easily slipped back into the Daggers shenanigans as if they hadn't left, perhaps no one had even noticed.

“Do you want a drink?” Jake asked suddenly as he steered him to sit down as his normal chair in front of the pool table that Penny had even gotten engraved at one point as a joke. Property of a four eyed WSO .

“Oh uh- sure?”

“Peanuts?”

His stomach twisted but he nodded nevertheless. Watching at the blond played a kiss on the crown of his head before walking away towards the bar where Penny met him - comply ignoring the sailors trying to wave her down as she passed - looking as if she was readying herself to interrogate the man. He stared after him with a puzzled look before someone dropped beside him. He turned and found Billy grinning at him, the bastard wasn’t even trying to be subtle.

“So...where did you two go off too?” the man teased.

“I don't know what youre talking about” he rolled his eyes.

“Really?” Billy cocked an eyebrow firm growing in amusement as he leaned closer “Where were you then?”

“Bathroom”

The man's eyes were shining, he swore they were. The older man bit his lip trying not to laugh as his grin sharpened in glee “Awfully long bathroom break”

“Irritable bowel syndrome” he said easily but to his dismay it was clear the man didn't believe a word coming out of his mouth. But he didn't need to wait long because Nat's eyes dragged back to him where he could already see the tense lecture on the tip of her tongue. Then Jake returned. Standing by his free side like a knight in shining armor, slotting into place as he passed him a cup of nuts and a coke. Filling the place as if it had never been anything but his to occupy.

“Oh thanks” he smiled while taking a sip and his eyes widened slightly. He cleared his throat trying to push past the tickling sensation in the back of his throat. Jake didn’t react to his sharp inhale anymore then the casual possessive hand that landed in the nap of his neck, calm and patient, thumb gently stroking the small hair on the back of his neck carding his nail through them scratching his scalp, he shivered slightly before dragging his attention back at hand, or rather to what was in his hand. Coke zero, he hadn't even realized the blond knew his order, it had a slice of lemon in it and everything. Had Jake already known or had he weeded the information out of Penny?

He glanced towards the man and blinked in surprise at the identical drink in the man's hand. “Where's your beer?” It was unusual, as far as he was aware he had never seen the man at the Hard Deck without his signature beer in hand. It was one of his staples.

The blond's lips pursed “You don't like alcohol” he said simply.

“So?”

“Your comfort is my comfort, and if it means giving up one lame beer on pub night then it's no hassle to me”.

“Oh” he hadn't realized the man would be so…attentive. It was kind of freaking him out. He tried to ignore Billy who reached over jabbing his elbow into his side, he threw the man an unimpressed look.

There was a beat of silence, pure beautiful silence before Billy piped up with a mischievous grin “So Hangman, did you go to the bathroom recently?”

He groaned, tipping his head back - inevitably into Jake’s warm palm who sensed the stress of the motion shifting his grip slightly before digging his nail into his scalp releasing the building stress - as he closed his eyes in despair, this isn't going away anytime soon.

“What the fuck Flitz. What type of question is that?”

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I want somebody to say to me, "Come lay with me, you're safe with me" (14651 words) by CaughtInATalespin Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Additional Tags: Older Man/Younger Man, Age Difference, Post-Canon, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Pet Names, Praise Kink, Slight power dynamics kink, Dirty Talk, but like sweet, because they're both gentlemen, Porn with Feelings, Self-Worth Issues, referenced past Icemav and Mavpenny, this was supposed to be a one-shot oops, no beta we die like goose, Explicit Consent, Consensual Somnophilia, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mentioned Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Top Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bottom Jake "Hangman" Seresin Summary:

After another failed attempt to flag down one of the bar staff, Jake groaned.

“Who do I have to screw to get a goddamn drink around here?”

An amused snort sounded behind him. “That would be me,” a familiar voice replied.

Jake’s head whipped around. He stared. “Maverick? What the hell are you doing here?”

Or: Nearly half a year after the mission that first brought them together, Jake and Mav find themselves meeting unexpectedly at the Hard Deck. But this time… sparks fly.

(My black flower) Nowhere left to run, Nowhere left to hide (5443 words) by DarkstarDiesel Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Javy "Coyote" Machado Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Talks of Sterility, Familial Abuse, Self-Worth Issues, Backstories No One Asked For, Alpha!Hangman, Omega!Maverick, barely edited, Never Betaed, Knotting, Older Man/Younger Man, safe sex Series: Part 1 of (Social) Cues Summary:

Bagman, they say nowadays. Leaving you holding the bag when shit hits the fan. Or so that’s how he plays it.

What it originally stood for was ‘empty bags.’ An alpha that leaves a wake of disgruntled, empty-handed, wanting omega lovers when he can’t give them what society and biology demand. What good is an alpha if he’s born sterile?

toothpicks & older men. (42444 words) by AlienOnEarth Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Slow Burn, Dad!Jake, Family Fluff, Falling In Love, Mutual Pining, Awkwardness, Idiots in Love, Developing Relationship, First Dates, First Kiss, Getting Together, Eventual Smut, Light Angst, (un)resolved sexual tension, Character Study, Conversations Series: Part 11 of To love you like a lover should (A Top Gun collection) Summary:

"I, uh, might have a thing. For an older man?" Jake watches as Penny's frown deepens. "Singular. A very specific middle-aged specimen of... a man."

"Oh my god-" is her slightly delayed response.

Or, the one where Jake is a single dad and falls for one Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

Deja Vu (1972 words) by tooshytosay Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Additional Tags: rated t for non graphic references to sex, does this count as identity porn? I dont think it does, Morning After, Implied/Referenced Sex, Penny knew exactly what was happening and she thought it was hilarious, fic theme song: stacy's mom by bowling for soup, Canon is my sandbox, altering literally the whole timeline to make a dumb joke? yeah, i came back and edited some stuff so it made more sense Summary:

“Hangman?” Rooster asks, brows furrowed.

“Rooster.” Hangman responds, also confused.

“What are you doing at my dad’s house?”

catch me now I'm falling (5621 words) by Saturn Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Penny Benjamin Additional Tags: Accidental Kissing, First Time, Kissing, Post-Mission, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Beta Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Anal Sex Summary:

Maverick looks down at Jake. “This—this isn’t going to happen.”

“Is it because I’m a beta?”

Take It On Faith (1285 words) by Brenda Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Hospitalization, Making Up Summary:

"Thought I dreamt you," Jake murmured. "Can't believe you're here." Not that Jake knew where here was, exactly, other than a hospital bed, but he was pretty sure Maverick wasn't supposed to be with him. Not after...

(Or: Jake gets into an accident and wakes up to find Mav at his bedside)

so we flirt in a way you understand (8383 words) by AlchemyAlice Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (past), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Dagger Squad - Character Additional Tags: idiot 4 idiot, Post-Canon Summary:

"Captain, do you have a second?" Jake asks, stopping in front of Maverick's desk. "Jesus H. Christ," Rooster murmurs under his breath as he walks past.

oh, to drink from your lips. (3877 words) by AlienOnEarth Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Milkshake Drama, Flirting, Flustered Jake Seresin, Crush at First Sight, Hurt/Comfort, Tending Wounds, Idiots in Love, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell is a Little Shit, First Dates Series: Part 10 of To love you like a lover should (A Top Gun collection) Summary:

Bradley really can't get Maverick to behave. Especially when there's a pretty hot barista in distress.

Or, Jake meets Pete Mitchell and it breaks his brain.

I've Got a Secret You Don't Know (I'm Going to Fall Like a Domino) (22650 words) by greenstuff Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Rick "Hollywood" Neven, Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Additional Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Getting Together, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Minor Rick "Hollywood" Neven/Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Anal Sex, Come Swallowing, Secret Relationship, Relationship Reveal Summary:

Jake turns to catch sight of their new instructor, a sinking feeling in his gut. When he sees a very familiar, handsome man walking across the hangar he has to fight the urge to slam his head into the table in front of him. Of course Pete would be Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. Jake should have known from the swagger alone that the man he picked up at The Hard Deck last night wasn’t some civilian with a thing for Navy men or the kind of guy to work behind a desk.

Mile High (7123 words) by Brenda Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Additional Tags: POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Meet-Cute, (More Like Meet Horny), Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Pre-Movie: Top Gun Maverick, Jake And His Massive Crush On Maverick Is Canon, Bad Flirting, (But It Works), Banter, Getting to Know Each Other, Jake Is So Horny In This, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Top Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bottom Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Dick Pics Summary:

Jake tapped his phone screen and summoned a flirty — but non-threatening — smile. "How's the angle working for you?"

Gold-flecked green eyes — and fuck, they were pretty — studied him for a brief moment before dropping to look at the pic. "My compliments to your personal trainer," he said, and his voice was every bit as attractive as the rest of him.

(Or: an alternate meet cute based on the following prompt: "Going to sit next to the richest looking middle aged man on my flight and scroll through my nudes for 3 hours straight")

The 2022 U.S. Naval Aviators Calendar (3466 words) by CaughtInATalespin Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, First Meetings, Age Difference, Kissing, Explicit Consent, bc this is apparently my new writing kink, Bradley Bradshaw is a little shit, Photo Shoots, Pre-Canon, no beta we die like goose Summary:

“Relax,” Bradley says, clapping Mav on the shoulder. “I’ll make sure they get your good side.”

Before Mav can protest, Bradley leads him over to the changing area and shoves a garment bag in his face.

“Lucky for you,” Bradley calls, “you won’t be alone. Got you a partner to suffer through my bossing around!”

“Who—?”

“Bradshaw!” an annoyed voice yells nearby. “What the fuck is going on here?”

Or: Eager to embarrass the shit out of them, Bradley cons Maverick and Jake into posing together for the Top Gun calendar photoshoot he’s directing. Joke’s on him though, because when they meet, Jake and Mav are more taken with each other than anyone would have expected.

The One Thing (9476 words) by Brenda Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia Additional Tags: Post-Movie: Top Gun Maverick, POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Idiots in Love, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Flirting, Banter, Light Angst, Fluff and Humor, Mav's Tight T-shirts Deserve Their Own Tag, Jake Is Thirsty AF, who can blame him, Mav Deserves A Medal For Patience, Jake Has SO MANY Bad Lines In This, Luckily He Makes It Work For Him, Jake Thinks He Has All The Cards, (Narrator Voice: He Does Not), Bisexual Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Dreams and Nightmares, Javy Deserves A Better Best Friend, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Being an Idiot, (But Mav Kinda Digs It), Javy "Coyote" Machado is a Good Friend, Protective Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Summary:

Operation Seduce Captain Mitchell was officially a go.

Tools (1782 words) by aprilfoolish Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Additional Tags: Getting Together, Grindr, Bad Flirting, it was me i wrote the flirting that's why it's bad, Age Difference, Jake "Hangman" Seresin and his canonical crush on Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, except this is AU, they're non-navy, it's not explicitly said but still, Making Out, Suggestive Themes, based on a screenshot from grindr Summary:

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of an impressive toolbox, must be in want of a boytoy.

Jake has a bad day, but fortunately he finds just the right guy on Grindr to help him out in all the ways he needs.

only one (that i give my time) (3287 words) by ropememory Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Soulmate-Identifying Timers, Canon Related Series: Part 38 of topgunfics.exe Summary:

Throughout his first deployment, Jake hears about other people’s timers changing, looks away when the realization hit the person the change happened to because he doesn’t want to think about if it were him. Most of them get shortened, and Jake had seen a lifetime get reduced to a speck because of something that seemed insignificant. He takes solace in the knowledge that his timer hasn’t started counting down yet, that he’ll make it through this deployment, even as they’re engaging with an enemy they barely have faces for.

Bagman, they say nowadays. Leaving you holding the bag when shit hits the fan. Or so that’s how he plays it.

Close my eyes (And let the love-light guide me home) (32568 words) by DarkstarDiesel Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Javy "Coyote" Machado Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Fluff and Angst, Talks of Sterility, Familial Abuse, Self-Worth Issues, Backstories No One Asked For, Alpha!Hangman, Older Man/Younger Man, Handwavy Science, Bad Biology, Omega!Maverick, Rough Sex, Falling Into Instincts, Panic Attack, Orgasm Dysfunction, Erectile Dysfunction, Orgasm Denial, Feral Behavior, feral Alpha, Maverick Is A Bossy Bottom, Possessive Behavior, Hand Feeding, Instinct Play, territorial Omega Series: Part 2 of (Social) Cues Summary:

The only silver lining about his oncoming rut is he might be able to pass off his ramped-up hormonal stink as the Fabuloso he’s supposed to mop the floors with. Washed-worn cotton and cloying industrial citrus, Jake bemoans safely in his mind. Hell of a combination for an alpha.

Unexpectedly Mine (2743 words) by VictoryFeather Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M Relationship: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Alpha Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Size Difference, Intersex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Biting, Squirting, Penis In Vagina Sex, Unexpected Heat, Breeding Kink Summary:

Hangman has been concealing himself as a Beta, but post mission stress reveals him as an Omega.

Solace (1092 words) by VictoryFeather

Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Relationships: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Jake "Hangman" SeresinPete "Maverick" Mitchell & Jake "Hangman" Seresin Additional Tags: Anxiety Attacks, Touch starved Hangman Summary: Hangman has a panic attack after Javy G-LOCS.

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