#robins topgun sleepover

[reaperintheroses]

The meeting

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@psychshawnjuleshanluke requested a drabble series with rooster x mavericks daughter who's also a pilot. Here's the first part. (Also friendly little disclaimer regardless of how much I shit on the navy please realize that it's very similar to a sibling rivalry. Many people in the different branches of the military do things that other branches couldn't even fathom let alone want to do. That being said, army is the best). As previously stated I made the divider myself, you are more than welcome to use it please just give me credit Warnings: swearing like once I think. I didn't actually look and check but knowing me it's possible. Also before you get confused, according to google Phoenix's first name is Natasha. I don't think they ever actually say it in the movie but you tend to not refer to yourself as your own callsign soooo.

When you were invited to attend Top Gun, you had a very fast realization after the initial excitement ran its course. Regardless of your parentage and your last name, you were going to have to work equally as hard to be respected. You had thirteen weeks. Thirteen weeks to make your mark on this school and build your reputation as a Naval Aviator. It was likely that you would be the only woman in your class. Regardless of what your colleagues liked to sneer at you, you definitely weren't there to find love, just to become a better pilot. Your father had warned you about the type of pilots that frequented Top Guns halls, and regardless of the undying love you had for him, you also knew that you were the result of a one night stand with a girl whose name your father didn't remember till a year later, when you were suddenly dropped into his life. Top Gun was for the best of the best. The top one percent. You just had to be better.

Top Gun: Week Two

As your wheels made connections with the landing strip, you felt like you could finally breathe again. For the third time in a row, you were the only one who had been able to defeat Warlock in long distance dogfight training.

You had felt a distinct satisfaction at pressing that red button and announcing "That's a shot," into your radio. As you sat back and let your plane be taxied and placed in the correct spot, you grinned under your mask. You climbed out of your plane and climbed down the ladder. Unclipping your chin strap on your helmet, you placed it on the ground next to you as you nodded to the landing attendant. You cracked your bones into place before beginning basic maintenance on your plane. The longer you could spend outside and avoid the hostile stares of your peers, the better. Especially Hangman. You worked until the sun had already begun to disappear below the horizon. You wiped your hand across your forehead to rid yourself of the sweat that had begun to gather there. You bent down and picked up your helmet before giving your plane one last glance. You nodded, pleased with your work before turning around on your heel and making your way back inside the base. As you opened the door you looked quickly to your left and right before walking inside. You made sure to keep your steps light in case anyone was hanging out in the breakroom. You made your way to the dorms making fast work of opening your door. You smiled in the relief that the air conditioning provided. You raised your eyebrows at the distinct lack of your roommate when you spotted a yellow sticky note on your lamp shade. Walking over you picked it up and chuckled at the message.

"Hey, I went to grab a bite to eat with that cute bartender we met last weekend. If I play my cards right I shouldn't be back until tomorrow morning. XOXO- Natasha."

Phoenix had spent all night talking to that girl, so you were glad that she was able to get her number. You unzipped your fly suit and let it drop to the ground, stepping out of it before kicking it to the corner of your room. You grabbed a random pair of sweatpants that were lying on your floor before reaching under your bed for the extra storage that you had placed there containing some towels and your shower caddy. You placed both items on your bed as you bent back down and switched to the other bin containing various items of non-uniform clothing. You grabbed a sweatshirt advertising your old Navy base and a pair of gym shorts. You tucked those along with your towel underneath your arm before using your other hand to grab your caddy.

You felt so much better after your shower. Regardless of the fact that you had grown up in the sky, you still felt disgusting after multiple hours spent in your heavy flight suit under the hot sun. You glanced at your reflection in the mirror as you combed your hair, making sure to smooth out the various knots that had accumulated from the sweat and helmet hair. You tucked your hair behind your ears as you dropped your comb into your shower caddy. You quickly tied up your hair into a braid to keep it out of your face as you slept before gathering all of your belongings. You opened the locker room door and looked out into the hall before making the walk back to the dorm hall. You reached out your hand to your doorknob when someone behind you cleared their throat. You turned around with curiosity before smiling.

Rooster smiled back at you as you turned back around to retire to your dorm for the night. "Hey good work up there, Vixen, you have to teach me that maneuver sometime." You reached a hand up to your face to tuck your hair behind your ears before quickly dropping it again when you realized it was pulled too far back from your face. "Thanks, that- uh that means a lot." You rolled your lip between your teeth as he raised his eyebrows at you. "Well anyway, have a goodnight." You nodded before turning back around to your door. "You too, Bradley," you only realized a moment too late that he had already shut his door.

"It's just awkward because we grew up together, and then my dad pulled his papers from the academy and he just stopped talking to me." You hugged your pillow to your chest as you looked across the room to where Phoenix was trying to catch a piece of popcorn in her mouth. It had been three days since Rooster had complimented you and you couldn't get his face out of your head. "Well you guys seem to get along fine everytime I see you interact." You rolled your eyes at the statement. "Well sure, but that's more just him being polite. You should've seen how close we were in highschool."

She raised an eyebrow at you from her place on her bed. "When you say close do you mean," she trailed off at the end of her sentence. "Nothing other than close, we were just really good friends." She raised her eyebrows at you, "How bad was your crush on him?" You snorted, "I had it so bad for him, lasted from eighth grade until I went to the academy and he didn't." She threw more popcorn in her mouth. "Well what's so wrong with liking him now," you leveled a glare at her. "Besides the fact that we aren't seventeen anymore," you fell down on your side before rolling onto your back, "he hates my dad and by extension hates me, falling for him wouldn't get me anywhere." Phoenix huffed before tilting the popcorn bag up to dump more in her mouth. "You have no way of proving that he hates you unless you ask him. You'll never know his true feelings until you ask." You huffed at the statement before reaching to your desk to shut off your lamp. "Just think about it, I'm not telling you to actively thirst after him at every waking moment but don't deny feelings based on a non-credible hunch. Sleep well." You sighed at her words before twisting off the lamp. You shut your eyes to try and get some sleep before your five AM wake-up call, but instead all you saw was his face and all you heard was his warm laugh.

Top Gun: Week Four

Every waking moment that wasn't spent thinking about flying or actually flying was spent thinking about Rooster. Anything about him. Did he still use the old spice body wash? What did he do while you were at the academy? Did he think about you like this too? You missed being around him; you missed breathing the same air as him. As the weeks went on and your crush on Bradley intensified, you knew that you were done for. You knew that this was going to end in someone getting heart broken.

You looked over to the sink counter where your phone rested while you were getting ready. You had twenty more minutes until you had to leave to make it to your dad's house on time for dinner. Regardless of where you went or what the Navy threw in your face, your dad always found some way to follow you, and Top Gun was no different. You looked up in the mirror, deeming your makeup exceptional enough. You pushed your hair past your shoulders before packing up your toiletries. You put them back in your locker before shutting it. You turned to give yourself one final once over before walking out of the locker room and making your way to the parking lot.

"So, how's class going?" You look up from your plate at your fathers words. "Um it's going good, I'm doing pretty well." He nodded as he scooped up some salad onto his fork. You took a sip of wine as you waited for the inevitable question. "Nothing too difficult?" You shook your head as you raised your eyebrows at him. He opened his mouth and you rolled your eyes at him. "Bradley's fine, dad." His shoulders sagged slightly. "I invited him to come eat with us again, he didn't even open the message." You tilted your head as you continued to eat. "Can you really blame him? You set him back years in his career." He shut his eyes as you continued to eat. "He hasn't been shot out of the sky, he's an adult and he's not your responsibility anymore." Your dad looked at you with raw emotions in his eyes. You'd only seen him look at you like that at other times in your life. When he told you the true story of your mother and when news reached him of Carol's death. Under the surface you knew how your father was feeling. You wanted nothing more than for everything to go back to how it was in high school. When Bradley would go watch sports in the basement with your dad while Carol would teach you how to grill. Your dad looked back down to his empty plate fighting the tears that you were sure crowded his waterline. You put your fork down on your napkin and reached across the table to grab his hand. "Who knows, he'll probably come around one day. You've been in his life too long for him not to." Your father turned a smile towards you as you drained the rest of your wine glass. "I'll clean up in here, why don't you pick a movie for us to watch before I have to go back."

Top Gun: Week Five

Today's training exercise was a repeat of the past few weeks. You knew that today was going to be another late night to avoid your peers and their leering words whispered behind your back. Right as you had opened the maintenance panel and begun to assess what needed extra work, you heard a set of footsteps approaching you. Great, they had figured out your hiding spot. You heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned around with your wrench in hand, hoping to convey that you were busy and wanted to be left alone.

"Hey Vixen, that was some great work up there." You raised your eyebrows at Bradley's kind words. He's been complimenting you and reaching out to you more in the last two weeks. You knew it wasn't nearly the same as it had been, but it was a step in the right direction. "Thanks, it definitely pays off that I was basically raised in the cockpit." he chuckled at your words as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Hey so listen, I had a question for you." You nodded before placing the wrench on the ground to show him he had your full attention. "Sure, what's up?" His tongue darted out to lick his lips, he almost seemed to be stalling.

"So I know I've been distant for a few years and it wasn't fair to you at all-" you nodded along to his words, not denying the statement- "I would totally understand because of all of that if you wanted to say no but would you want to go out with me sometime?" You blinked at him, allowing your mind a moment to catch up to his words. He went from barely speaking to you to asking you out within the span of five weeks. "Yes! I mean, that would be great. I can give you my number." He raised his eyebrows at you. "Has it changed?" You shook your head; your emotions were still reeling. "No, that's right you probably still have it. No, my number hasn't changed. Text me when you have availability?" He nodded before running a hand through his hair. "I'll do that, have a good night if I don't see you." Your fingers started twitching from their place at your sides. "Yeah, you too." Did that really just happen? You had to go home. You had to figure out what you were going to wear and- oh God, what would your dad say?

[reaperintheroses]

The dating

Previous part ~ Next Part Hey everyone! Holy shit the love on the first part is unreal! Thank you so much! The feedback means the world to me and I love this second part so much more! this series was requested by @psychshawnjuleshanluke and I want to give the fattest fucking shout out ever to @itscheybaby. Without her help this chapter simply would not exist. Make sure to pay homage to them because they basically co-wrote this entire thing and told me how to block over half the scenes, and forced me to take breaks. Love you bunches and bunches!!!! Also I'm having a little joke with Chey about a line in this part so, which line made you laugh out loud? Warnings: Swearing, kissing on government property (hehe), kissing in general,public singing, flash mob, of age drinking, bars, drunk people, gaslighting, fighting, mentions of sex, Mav being a corny dad

Top Gun: Week eight

You kept your steps light as you walked down the narrow hallway. It was far past eight pm and you wanted to avoid any unnecessary human interaction. All of a sudden you heard a door open next to you and you grunted as you were pulled inside the room. You went to draw back when you suddenly inhaled the sharp scents of citrus and sandalwood, something that screamed distinctly Rooster. You relaxed immediately in Bradleys arms and leaned up to kiss him; you felt a distinct safety that you hadn't felt all day. You finally relax in your own skin. 

You giggled softly as he lifted you off of your feet and drew you in closer to the empty conference room. He placed you on the table as he drew away, softly, resting his forehead against yours. "Hi," you felt his breath tickle your eyelashes. "Hi yourself." He planted a kiss on your forehead as you leaned forward into his chest. "So, as much as I love sneaking around like this, I had a question for you." You drew back so you could look at him fully. "Sure, what's up?" Bradley brings his bottom lip in between his teeth as he looks at you. "I think I want to tell people about us, but not tell them-" he hesitates, playing with a gentle lock of your hair- "like just stop hiding it. Not mention anything but stop hiding it, you know?" You nod along to his words, in full agreement. You were nervous about things like this, but you knew how important it was to Bradley. "How about we go to the bar or something this weekend, as a date?" You raise your eyebrows as he seems to chew over your words, taking in the suggestion. "Let's do it." 

Safe to say that by the time Friday night rolled around you really began to regret your decision. You looked at Rooster in the driver's seat, glancing down quickly at his knuckles before back at his face. "Just don't say anything, act like it's been this way all along." You nodded at his words before opening the car door. You stepped onto the asphalt and waited for Rooster to walk around the car. He grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers. You walked up to the door, hand in hand and that gave you just the smallest bit of power. So when he looked at you with an unspoken question in his eyes as his unused hand ghosted over the doorknob, you nodded, ready to enter the belly of the beast.

You and Bradley smile at colleagues and friends as you make your way up to the bar. Bradley slips his hand into the back pocket of your jeans as you both stand at the countertop, careful as to where you place certain items. You never know if Penny made up a new policy since last weekend. You smile at the brunette woman as she walks up to both of you. "Hey, what can I get y'all?" You and Bradley turn to each other and in the tenth of a second have a non-verbal conversation. You nod for him to go first. "I'll take a coors light," you raise your eyebrows at him before reaching out your hand with your palm towards the ceiling. "What?" You frown at his question as he looks at you like you've grown a second head. "I'm just having the one." You roll your eyes. "That's what you always say, keys flyboy." He tosses his head back with a groan before reaching into his pocket and slapping the keys into your open palm. You close your fingers around the keys before slipping them into your front pocket. Penny watches the exchange with amusement before grabbing the beer for Bradley. You watch as someone calls his name with an enthusiastic wave. He bends down to plant a kiss on the crown of your head before walking away.

"Oh I'll just do a soda water, someone needs to drive and help sneak his drunk ass back into base." Penny laughs as she crouches behind the bar to grab your water. "And I'll start those tabs for you?" You take a sip of your water as you watch Rooster talk to some old friends of his. "No, just put them on one tab please." She raises her eyebrows at the statement. "So, how long has this been going on for-" she trails off as she turns around to open the tab- "Three weeks, I haven't told my dad either so if he comes in here don't say anything." She makes the motion of zipping her lips as she smiles at you. "Go have fun, honey." You smile at the woman before turning away from the counter and into the bar.

Thirty minutes later you were in the middle of a game of darts with Phoenix when you heard the music that was making up for the background noise in your conversation suddenly go out. You looked up at the sound of various groans in the bar and set down the dart in your hand on the table next to you. You watch as Rooster sits at the piano placed in the middle of the bar that was probably older than you, and sigh softly as he begins to play a gentle melody. The gravitational center of the room shifts. There's no more loud arguing or the sound of cue sticks hitting pool balls; everyone's just watching Rooster as he begins to play. He sets his beer atop the piano and you note smugly to yourself that it was not a coors light and that he wasn't having "just the one." With both hands free, he begins to muster a gentle familiar tune out of the old piano. You grew up hearing this song, Carole humming it as she cooked; your dad singing softly under his breath as he shaved in the bathroom. You knew what was coming, and for the first time in the twenty-seven years that you had known Bradley, you weren't looking forward to it. You watch at the edge of your seat as he sucks in a breath before opening his mouth, and you know that the night, along with the rest of the weekend has begun. "You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain!" Everyone in the bar responds. Bradleys become their sun, their orbital point. You sigh as you hear Phoenix sing the lyrics next to you. You turn around and roll your eyes at her. "Not you too," She sets her beer down on the table and grabs your hand. "Are you kidding? He's your boyfriend, you get this for free all the time, save some for the rest of us!" You scoff at her as she begins to dance along. "Everyone gets it for free, he does it on his own!" She shakes her head at you before throwing her head back to yell along with everyone else, "Goodness gracious great balls of fire!" You try and grab your hand back, wondering if it was too late to go run and hide in the bathroom. You look at Bradley as he looks around the room. "He's looking for you, ya know." You turn and look at Phoenix, panic racing through your body. "He can keep looking, I'm not going up there!" She raises her eyebrows before grabbing your hand again and tightening it like a vice. "Natasha, please!" Your voice is barely a squeak and she drags you through the crowd and towards the piano. You try to drag your heels, but it's no use. She drops your hand when you've reached the piano. You smile gently at Rooster before trying to backtrack but in one motion he picks up his hand and puts two fingers through one of your belt loops at the same time Phoenix pushes your shoulders forward. Once Bradley makes sure that you're safely on his lap, he returns his hand to the piano. "You're fine, so kind. I'm telling the world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine!" You throw your head back in laughter at the lyric change before deciding that you were here to have fun. "I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs!" You felt Bradley stutter for a moment in surprise before whooping loudly and continuing to sing along with you. You cheered and clapped along with the rest of the bar when the song came to an inevitable end, smiling into Rooster's neck as he cheered.

Rooster laughs into your neck as you both stumble into the parking lot. "Okay big guy, let's get you out of here." You pull his arm further across your shoulder to help support him. "Oh I am so into you," you roll your eyes. "You're drunk," you open his car door and nearly collapse under his weight as you help him up into the car. "Drunk words are sober thoughts, baby." Ignoring the fluttering that arose in your stomach at the pet name, you shut the door as he leans on it and walk to the other side of the car. You reach your hand into your pocket, fishing for the keys before pulling them out triumphantly and putting them in the ignition. Rooster laughs at nothing again, and in a tenth of a second you decide two things. One, Bradley was a giggly drunk and a lightweight. Two, there was no way in hell that you were doing to be able to get him into the base without getting in trouble. You put the car in reverse to get out of the parking space before you shift back into drive. As you turned out of the parking lot, you turned right instead of left. Without even thinking about it, you began to drive towards your dad's house.

You knew that he was out of town for a meeting and wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning, so you sent him a quick text to tell him that you were staying the night before unlocking the door and pulling Bradley through the threshold. You just had to make sure that you left the place exactly as it was and leave absolutely no evidence of Bradley ever being here. You pushed your boyfriend up the stairs and into the bedroom your dad had reserved for you in case you ever wanted to stay over. You grabbed his hand once you shut the door behind you and led him over to the side of your mattress, pushing his shoulders so he would sit down. "Mmh, I like this." You rolled your eyes as you pushed his arms up and grabbed the hem of his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head before tossing it somewhere on the floor behind you. You reached down for his belt buckle as he began to lean backwards. "Come on Bradley, we're almost done and then you can sleep." His eyes shut as he turned onto his side, wiggling his body fully onto your mattress. You shook him slightly, trying to wake him again, "No no no no no, oh forget it." You slipped off his shoes before flicking off the light, using your phone's flashlight to light your way as you went about your night routine. You turned on an alarm on your phone for four-thirty am so you would have time to clean without feeling rushed and make something for your dad to eat for dinner. You loved your father to death, but he could barely cook pasta without burning the water. You climbed under your comforter and turned off your phone's flashlight. As you shut your eyes, you felt a comforting weight fall across your waist. You interlaced your fingers with Bradleys own before finally falling asleep.

You felt the bed next to you shift and you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and picked up your phone. It glared back that it was three-eleven am. You placed your phone back on the table, face down, ready to roll over and go back to sleep. You felt the bed shift again and your eyes shot open in annoyance. You were greeted with Bradley booking around your room, panicked. "Hey," your hand shot out to comfort him, "It's three am, you've got time. Go back to sleep." He turned around to fully face you. "Where the hell am I?" You sighed. No use trying to go back to sleep now. "You had too many drinks at the Hard Deck. It would be pointless trying to sneak you back on base so I took you to my dad's house so you could sleep and not disturb anyone else." He looked at you with wild eyes. "I need to go." He shot out of bed, grabbing his shirt off of the floor and throwing it on. You raised your eyebrows when you realized that it was on backwards before throwing the comforter off of your legs. "Bradley, my dads not home, you can go back to sleep and we can grab breakfast before we go back to base." He lifted his palms at you in frustration. "I heard someone making a ton of noise thirty minutes ago. If your dads not home then we've got bigger problems." You shook your head in disbelief. You walked over and opened your blinds, looking at him as if to say 'See, idiot you're overreacting.' You looked at the drive way, "See he's not here you can rel- oh shit." You trailed off as you looked at your dad's car in the driveway. Next to Bradleys. Fuck.

You both began rushing around the room, trying to find Bradleys, sock that you had accidentally thrown under your bed, then you spent five minutes trying to get Bradley unstuck from under your bed, before you grabbed his hand and planted his keys into his open palm and opened your window. "Just try to be quiet and walk lightly when you land, there's gravel. Also try to duck under the windows, I'm right above the kitchen." You smiled slightly at the irony of the situation. It felt like you were in high school all over again. "I'm sure he's asleep, just be careful and- are you even okay to drive? Wait I might have a breathalyzer in my bathroom," Bradley leaned down, silencing you as he grabbed your face in his hands, kissing you softly. Almost as if he sneaks out of his uncle's daughter's window every weekend. "We don't really have much of a choice, sweetheart. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah? " You nodded at the statement as he climbed out of your window. You watched as he scaled the side of the house before jumping down and landing on the gravel below. He looked up as if to wish you goodnight before he froze, bathed in the light from your kitchen window. Specifically, the kitchen window that was right above the sink. The light that was almost never on unless you or your father were using the kitchen. You open your mouth slightly in confusion; it's probably nothing. All's well, no drama. Bradley continued to look into the kitchen window before seeming to snap out of the daze he was in. "What are you doing, go!" You whisper yelled at him before shutting your window and closing the blinds.

Your alarm went off half an hour later; you had already stress cleaned your entire room and decluttered your bathroom. You got dressed into your uniform, and you spent twenty minutes more than usual putting your hair up into a bun. You looked at your phone and groaned when you realized you still had three hours before you had to leave.

You shined your shoes, unpacked and repacked your extra backpack that you kept at your dad's house; cleaned the glass on your picture frames, and dusting each of your shutters individually, before deciding that you were being pathetic and it was time to go downstairs. You premade your dad a dinner of beef lasagna before starting breakfast. You started the coffee maker and grabbed the sleeve of bread from above the stove. You placed two pieces of bread in the toaster and then grabbed out a pan and carton of eggs. You worked in silence as you watched the sun rise from the windows in the kitchen. You set the bar counter and place down the plates.

While you waited for your father, you opened your email on your phone, looking over the predicted flight path from your training you were supposed to complete today. Right as you finished submitting a request for a two thirty take-off time, you heard footsteps behind you. You placed your phone down on the table and smiled at your dad. He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to get rid of the sleep shadowing his features. "Morning, honey." You picked up your fork and began eating as he sat down, blindly going through the motions of eating his breakfast. You watched as the food slowly breathed life back into him.

"So," he started as he picked up a piece of egg on his fork. Here we go. "When I got home I could've sworn that Bradleys car was in the driveway. Then as I was making myself a glass of water before I went upstairs to bed he appeared right in front of me in the window. What's that about?" You raised your eyebrows at him from your place across from him. "Dad, why would Bradley be here?" He shrugged at you as he laid his fork down. "I don't know why would Bradley be in my house at three-thirty am on a Saturday morning." You rolled your eyes. "Dad, Bradley hasn't talked to me since you pulled his papers from the academy unless it's a necessary conversation." Your dad frustratedly waved his hands before staring at you. You took in a breath as you repeated to yourself 'I am in the Navy, I am an unstoppable motion, I will not break.' "Let's look up what it means when you see an old friend who's drifted away from you in a dream." You picked up your phone to get a break from his eyes on you, but you felt them baring into your forehead and that was almost worse. "When you see an old friend in a dream it often means that the pressures of current life are too much and you yearn for a time when life was simpler." You placed your phone back on the table. "I'm sure the time will come to sort out everything with him." You wipe your mouth with your napkin before placing it on your plate. You stood up and reached across the table to grab his plate as well. You cleaned them both off and placed the dishes in the dishwasher. "It felt so real." You rolled your lips in between your teeth to avoid any involuntary facial expressions. 

"These types of dreams always do. Hey, I need to get back to base-" You turned around to face your dad- "Can you drive me? I ubered here last night." He looked at the oven, confused. "It's only five-twenty, do you really need to go already?" You nodded. "Alright, give me twenty minutes and we can go." You nodded your thanks as you began cleaning the kitchen again.

The ride back to base was comfortably silent. He pulls up to the front door and you remember how it feels to be in high school again. The only time your dad would drop you off was before he had to leave for a few days on an assignment and you wouldn't see him. You reached over the center console and gave him a short hug. "I made lasagna for you to have for dinner, it's in the fridge. All you have to do is put it in the oven, there's instructions on top of the seran wrap. Don't let it sit in the oven for longer than forty five minutes or it will burn." He smiled at you as you drew back. "Thanks, sweetie. I'm sorry for assuming about Bradley." You opened the car door and bent down to look at him. "It's alright, love you dad." He grinned and repeated the statement before you shut the door and he drove off. 

You cracked your neck while your plane was being marshaled. You were ready to shower and watch a movie with Rooster. It had been a long flight and an even longer amount of training while you were in the air. You gave a thumbs up to the marshal on the ground before killing the engine and opening the plane. You unbuckled your harness and climbed down to the ground, willing to put off unnecessary maintenance until tomorrow. You unbuckled the chin strap on your helmet before cracking other joints in your body that had stiffened while you were in the air. You smiled at Phoenix as she ran towards you, expecting a joke or a story about something that happened in the locker room while you were in the air. So you were incredibly confused when she held up your phone instead. "Dude, your phone has been blowing up for the past twenty minutes. It was annoying the hell out of everyone in the common room." You raised your eyebrows at her before grabbing your phone from her hand. Your eyes widened at the notifications that greeted you. You had five missed calls from your dad and one unread message. You tapped on the message and felt your blood chill at the six words that greeted you, "Come over for dinner, bring Bradley." Shit.

You hadn't seen your father, or Bradley for that matter, this silent in years. The only sound was the scrapping of forks and the occasional sound of wine glasses hitting the table. Bradley clears his throat next to you and you groan internally. "Wow babe, this lasagna is super good! You'll have to send me the recipe." Your dad pauses with his fork halfway to his mouth at the word babe, and you slam your foot down on Bradleys under the table. His breath lapses and you almost feel bad. You pick up your wine glass and gulp down the remaining contents.

"So, honey," you look up with a false smile, not yet ready for this conversation, "when were you going to mention this." You tuck your hair behind your ears as you lay your fork down on your empty plate. "I wanted to wait a little bit, sort out things first." The moment the words left your mouth, you instantly regretted them. Your fathers face grew red as he made full eye contact with you. "You wanted to wait a little bit to mention that you're- you're canoodling with my RIO'S son who I've spent my entire life trying to protect?" You scrunch your eyebrows at the words. "Canoodli- Bradley stop laughing." Your voice falls flat as you notice your boyfriends shaking body next to you. Your father opens his mouth and it's like the dam broke all at once around you. Bradley started yelling, trying to explain himself, and your dad started to point fingers, angry and confused. "Both of you, cut it out!" Maverick slams his hands down on the table and swivels his body to look at you. "And you, young lady!" You gasp and stutter as he fumes at you. "Young lady? I'm fucking twenty-seven!" You stand up to level with your father, not wanting him to be able to look down at you. "Why would you lie to me about this?" You stared at him with a dumbfounded expression. "Because I knew you would reach like this! Oh yeah dad that was Bradley who you saw in the window last night, he was too drunk to drive so I brought him here. We've been dating for the past three weeks, now who wants dessert? I think there's ice cream in the freezer?" You wave your hands around in frustration as he throws his head back and groans. "Pete, can you really blame her? You're proving her point." You hunched your shoulders as Bradley spoke from beside you. You didn't want him to be forced into the battle. "Are you fucking serious? How could you do this? There's plenty of girls just on base that would go out with you, date you. Why her? Why my daughter?" You throw your head into your hands as your dad continues to curse Bradley. The arguing turns into white noise behind you; all you want is to go home.

"Because I fucking love her, okay! I have been in love with your daughter since I was seventeen." Your head snaps up as you hear the statement. The kitchen around you falls silent and it feels as if your entire world comes together and implodes in a matter of milliseconds. The earth tilts on its axis and your breath becomes labored, "You- you what?" 

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hi!! do you think you can do hcs for dating phoenix (as a female) <3

Y'all I went to sleep for like maybe 7 hours and I came back to my tumblr blown the fuck up thank you so so so much! I've gotten hella requests for phoenix so I'm combining these two. This is a continuation of the headcanon I did last night about Phoenix asking you out. Oh also minors please fuck right on off theres smut in these headcanons, it's marked though so feel free to read up until it says "NSFW headcanons" :)

-Whew lord -okay so after she asked you out and left you stuttering on that beach -you guys made plans to meet that following friday -you expected her to take you to a hole in the wall bar and potentially cheap out on drinks -BOY WERE YOU WRONG -She took you to this fancy ass beachside restaurant -and REFUSED to let you pay for anything -When she took you home that night you invited her inside for a “movie” -you lasted about ten minutes before you ended up on top of her -After about 15 minutes of making out you asked her if she wanted to go upstairs -“I don’t want you to think I’m only in this for the sex” -HUH -You nodded and just kept kissing her on your couch until she eventually decided that she had to go -after that the rest is history

-Y’all moved so damn fast in this relationship it wasn’t even funny -like by maybe the third date she’s already asking to call you her girlfriend -She always has to open doors for you -be it car doors, the door to your house, the door to the fridge in a 7-11 at 2 am on a tuesday -if there's a door shes opening it for you -says that just because you’re dating a woman doesn’t mean you don’t deserve chivalry -Her favorite type of beer would be bud lite sorry I don’t make the rules -you obviously know that from her frequenting at your bar -so randomly you start keeping 6-packs in your fridge -she never questions it but you know it means a lot to her -Phoenix is relatively average height (5’7) -but I feel like when shes not in uniform she would dress in straight jeans and large t-shirts -you would steal these whenever you sleep over at her place and just randomly start wearing them -it makes her literally FERAL to see you in her clothes -I feel like lots of the top gun team would try and hit on you too -so when you start showing up to work in her old ratty t-shirts she gets so secretly happy -speaking of phoenix being possessive she would definitely make out with you in the bar on your breaks -You would ask her to try and be a little more lowkey but she is so obsessed with everyone knowing you’re hers

NSFW headcanons -Oh my god does this girl know how to make you feel things you didn’t think possible -Lots of people say that she's a top but I feel like she could definitely be a switch but her bottoming is kinda rare and when she does its more of like a power bottom type vibe -toys are her team mate not her enemy -she's definitely into some lowkey bdsm but nothing super serious -If you call her something other than her name in bed she’s a goner -but don’t call her phoenix -that's just not her thing -callsigns in bed bother her -She definitely get off from getting you off -would eat you out for hours -either it's hard core edging or hard core overstimulation -She is definitely the queen of aftercare -making sure you’re hydrated before anything else -she's got washcloths and fruit snacks on deck too -lots of cuddles and kisses -this girl loves you so damn much

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The Rooster and His Vixen

Bradley Bradshaw x Mitchell Reader Word Count: 6.4k (pending) Warnings: swearing, secret dating, gaslighting, anxiety, kissing (pending) A/N: This series was requested by @psychshawnjuleshanluke and would not exist without the amazing help from @itscheybaby. This series is so much fun and an all around good time, I loved writing it! I do not give permission for my posts to be reposted or translated anywhere other than @reaperintheroses on tumblr and archive of our own. Notes, likes, and reblogs however are always welcome and greatly appreciated. The Meeting -Every waking moment that wasn't spent thinking about flying or actually flying was spent thinking about Rooster. Anything about him. Did he still use the old spice body wash? What did he do while you were at the academy? Did he think about you like this too? The Dating -"Okay big guy, let's get you out of here." You pull his arm further across your shoulder to help support him. "Oh I am so into you," you roll your eyes. "You're drunk," you open his car door and nearly collapse under his weight as you help him up into the car. "Drunk words are sober thoughts, baby."

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Between a Rock

Previous part ~ Next part The Rooster and His Vixen Masterlist Hey Y'all! Thank you so so so much for being so patient with me while I'm going through all that I'm going through. I had some down time so heres the next part to The Rooster and His Vixen. I love y'all so much! @psychshawnjuleshanluke (thank you for being so patient with me) @itscheybaby (without you this series wouldn't exist) Warnings: Mavericks cooking, swearing, time skips

The rest of your time as a student at Top Gun goes by in what feels like a fever dream. Your dad and Bradley finally went out for a beer two weeks after that fateful dinner and they both came back with cheeks slightly red and eyes just the smallest bit bloodshot. You didn't mention anything about it but hugged your dad just a second longer than normal and squeezed Bradley tighter that night as you both fell asleep.

The graduation ceremony was small, your dad presenting you with your pin and presenting Bradley with his. You smiled for the pictures, raised your glass to the toasts, and even had a small huff of the cigar that Iceman gave you as a graduation present. The entire day passed by in the blink of an eye, never fully sinking into you that it was real.

You smiled at your classmates, trying to appear regretful as you and Bradley rose out of your seats at the hard deck. "I know, I know. We promised my dad we'd meet him for dinner." Phoenix snickered softly behind her glass, knowing that you were desperate to get out of the bar and away from the rowdy soldiers. You shot her a look as Bradley paid your tab before joining you again and placing his hand on the small of your back. "We'll be back tomorrow to start moving out." You waved playfully as Bradley guided you out of the bar and towards the parking lot. You leaned your head against his shoulder as the noise from the bar muffled. You got into the car and pulled out of the parking lot in a comfortable silence, pulling out your phone while Bradley drove. "Where do you want pizza from?" He glanced at you for a moment in confusion. "I thought your dad was making dinner?" You turned to face him, phone in hand. "I'm just having some place on speed dial in case he somehow managed to burn a salad." Bradley let out a brief chuckle as he drummed his hands on the steering wheel. "How about that one place that we ordered from last Friday, just to have on speed dial." You laughed briefly before copying the number, "You have too much faith in him."

The moment you open the door you turn to look at Rooster with a playful glare. "You don't have to say it," he responds as your unspoked jab as he waves the smoke in front of his face. You snort as you walk further into the house in search of your father. You raise your eyebrows at the sight that greets you in the kitchen. You look at what probably used to be chicken and maybe some sort of soup. Your dad seems to be attempting to salvage the chicken by continuing to apply butter over the top of it to no avail. You roll your lips into a straight line, attempting to conceal the laughter building in your throat. "I'm pretty sure it's beyond saving, Dad." He jumps at the sound of your voice, dropping the butter brush. Your body shakes with silent laughter as he straightens up, trying to appear casual. "What do you want on your pizza?" He opens his mouth as if to object and you just raise your eyebrows higher. "Pepperoni and pineapple." You nod and pull your phone out of your back pocket, dialing the number for the pizza place you and Bradley talked about earlier. "Happy graduation, by the way," your dad calls defeatedly to your retreating form.

As you threw open the doors to your closet you let out a startled chuckle. On top of your dresser your dad had placed a photo of you and Bradley a few days before his highschool graduation. The look on your eyes in the photo conveyed all the feelings you could openly express now. You place a hand to your mouth as you feel a sudden surge of emotion bubble to the surface. "Hey, what's that," You lean back into Bradleys body as he comes up behind you. You feel him rest his chin on top of your head as you both look at the picture, memories of that day resurfacing. "I'm shocked that you never knew I was talking about you." You feel his body shake with light laughter as he rubs his hand up and down your side. "What do you mean?" You could feel him pull back from you and turn around to face him. "Well for starters I was always talking about how much I loved your smile," You tilted your head, "I had braces until junior year, when you graduated." He shook his head. "How about how much I loved your hair, or your eyes." You raised your eyebrows in confusion. "I thought you were always talking about Lanie Bombeck, she was always gushing about how she would constantly hear you go on and on about her." He gaped at you. "I fucking hated Lanie Bombeck, I thought you knew that?" You shrugged, "I spent so much time adoring you I never really actually listened when you would talk about her." He scoffed before looking back at you. "Remember that time you were twelve and we went to go see the Narnia movies even though I absolutely hated them?" You cocked your head at him, "well yeah, but I thought your mom just asked you to take me." He rolled his eyes before pulling you close. "You mean to tell me," he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, "I could have been doing this for years?" Your eyes fell downward in embarrassment. "I guess I'll just have to make up for lost time then." You gasped lightly as he tugged you towards him, laughing as he walked both of you back towards your bed. "Fuck Lanie Bombeck." You laughed as your knees hit your bed frame, falling backwards with Bradley following. The week that followed went by in a whirlwind. Packing your dorm, constantly trying to find time to spend with your dad, hanging out with Bradley, and millions of other things that finally led up to Saturday. You knew before you started Top Gun that almost immediately after finishing the program you would be receiving orders, you just didn't expect it to be this soon. You knew that the Navy needed you. Your skills were too valuable to have sitting dormant. You just didn't know how to break the news to Bradley. You knew he had been talking to his SO for the past three weeks about getting his next station but the thought of telling him that you were about to be stationed for the next year made you nauseous. You knew it would all come to a head eventually, but you were tired of things like this being out of your control. You shut your eyes before reaching into your back pocket to grab your phone. You couldn't unsend a text. You'd just invite him to dinner and tell him then. You loved him too much to draw this out further than you needed to. He deserved to know the truth.

As you placed the plate of steak in front of Bradley you knew that this was going to be one of the hardest things you'd ever done. "Go ahead and dig in, don't feel like you need to wait for me." You smiled at him as you continued to flit around the kitchen, trying to keep your mind busy and prolong the inevitable. "Babe, relax. You worked hard all afternoon, just come eat." You dropped the extra silverware that you knew was unnecessary. You nodded before walking over to meet him. You sat down across from him, watching him as he ate. He looked at you briefly from under his eyelashes before returning to his food. "What's up?" You rolled your lips between your teeth before letting out a soft sigh. "I got my next assignment." He placed his fork down on his plate before looking up at you. "So did I." You felt your fingers twitch before Bradley moved his hand across the table to grab yours. "It's going to be okay, everything will work out the way it needs to." You nodded in agreement. You took a deep breath. Everything would work out. "I'm on the Nimitz." He raised his eyebrows at you, a look in his eye that you couldn't place. "Like the aircraft carrier? That Nimitz?" You looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Bradley, I'm in aviation, of course it's on an aircraft carrier." His head dropped and his shoulders sagged. You felt confused as his shoulders began to shake. "Bradley, are you laughing?" You hesitated as he looked up at you, humor in his eyes. "What's so funny, I don't get it." He wiped a hand down his face. "I don't think I've ever been so happy to be deployed." You felt your mouth open in shock. Was he serious right now? "What the fuck are you going on about?" He smiled at you before squeezing your hand. "I'm on the Nimitz for a year." Within half a second you felt your body stop and restart. "Are you shitting me right now?" He shook his head as he laughed, letting go of your hand to get out of his seat. He rounded the table before approaching you. You turned in your seat to look at him as he crushed you into a hug. "I don't know how this happened, but I must have done something very right in a past life." You felt yourself laugh as you laid your head down on his shoulder. You don't think you'd ever felt happier in your life.

"I hate the paint," you felt his hand on your back as he steered you out of the room you both were looking at. "Babe, we can fix the paint." You turned around to look at him. "Well it's not just the paint. The light fixtures are ugly, and the bathroom smells like mold and weed." He rolled his eyes at you. "All of which is fixable." You let out a sigh, "for what they're asking I would damn well hope that it was perfect." he ran a hand down his face before nodding. "Okay, let's move on then."

You grabbed Bradleys hand as he opened the door. "I have a feeling that this is the one." He looked at you with a raised eyebrow before looking back at the house. "Let's not get too ahead of ourselves." You chuckled before letting him lead you inside. The moment the door shut behind you both you were bathed in darkness. You reached into your bag to grab your phone and turned on the flashlight. "The electrical is broken." You rolled your eyes at him before walking forward into the house. "I really like the countertops." He looked at you before glancing around the kitchen at the parts that your flashlight illuminated. "The plumbing doesn't work either." You turned to glare at him. "Can you stop being such a debbie downer, it could be a fun project." He sputtered before looking back down at you. "What's so different about this one versus the other one?" You grabbed his hand and led him out of the kitchen. "This one feels like home." You turned to face him, awaiting his response. He sighed. "I guess it kind of does, huh?" You nodded at him. He tilted his head as he looked at you. "It's going to be a lot of work?" You agreed. "Okay, let's call the agent." He turned around to leave and you pumped your fist in victory before following him outside. It had been one year since you both deployed together and you were more than ready to start this next chapter in your lives, together.

"You know when I agreed to the house I was really excited to work on it together. I didn't think we would be fixing electrical wiring for the rest of our lives." You giggled at Bradleys words as you sunk your feet deeper into the sand. "Is it not satisfying to know that we're rebuilding it on our own?" He playfully shook his head at you before continuing to walk. The ocean chased your feet as you continued to walk. You felt sand come up behind you as you led Bradley by his hand. You stopped to admire the sunset, the ocean looking like a painting. You let go of his hand to bring your arms up into your chest, trying to conserve body heat as the cold San Francisco water chased your heels. You heard Bradley shuffle slightly next to you as you continued to look at the ocean, "Rooster, how crazy is it that we get to live here?" You heard the sand shift next to you, "pretty crazy, babe." You turned to look at him, drawing back when you couldn't find him. You looked down and gasped, the breath in your lungs leaving you. "Oh my god." He smiled at you down from his place on one knee. "I've loved you ever since before I knew what love was. I know I'm a complicated man, that being with me has been a journey. But I'd really like it if we continued that journey, forever. Vixen, would you marry me?" You reached a hand up to wipe away the tear that escaped as you ecstatically nodded your head, holding out your hand for him to slip the ring onto your finger. He rose to his feet and crushed you into him, placing his lips on yours. You smiled into the kiss, encircling your arms around his neck. Right as you drew away you heard a plane fly overhead and you giggled. It seemed that planes were constantly following you, placing you in each other's path forever. taglist below the cut!

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Hangman smut????

also Phoenix/Bob fic, platonic or not!

Thank you!!!

Besties the time has come, my first ever official smut and it's with boy toy hangman. This is genuinely porn with no plot. Also @curtana76 wanted a hangman with shy reader. I personally am not very shy so I don't feel like I gave that complete justice but I tried my best. Also I made the border in this fic myself, yall are more than welcome to use it just give me credit please. Also as this is my first smut ever if yall could give this just a little bit of feedback or creative criticism I'd really appreciate it! Warnings: swearing, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (they are both consenting adults as you will see), no plot like literally at all.

When Jake had first asked you out you physically couldn’t find the words to say yes. He just stared at you with raised eyebrows while you took about three minutes to untie your tongue from the knot it had formed itself into. “Um yes, I would love to um-” you cleared your throat, trying to give yourself more time to gather your words- “that would be great, yes.” He chuckled slightly before nodding. He grabbed a pen out of his pocket before reaching for your hand. “Text me,” he walked back over to his friends. You looked down at your hand, gently tracing the ten numbers with your fingers before cradling the hand to your chest. You nodded at where he had stood, a small sliver of confidence coming far too late.

Later that night you typed the number into your phone and sent him a small text, letting him know who you were before you set your phone on your dresser. You turned on your shower, not expecting anything to come of the message. Maybe he was just giving you his number on a dare. You let the water wash over you as all of the thoughts swirled through your head. You turned the shower off and stepped out into your steam filled bathroom. You picked up your phone to set your alarm for tomorrow morning and were instead greeted with a series of texts from Jake.

-Hey, I didn’t think you would text back -you seemed like you kind of lost your words earlier today haha -so are you free later this week? -I’m all good for anything past thursday -Let me know when you get a chance

You raised your eyebrows in surprise before shooting back a reply.

-How does Friday night work?

He quickly sent back that he would love to see you Friday night.

You had been dating Jake for five months and he had slowly been helping you come out of your shell. You had begun to get better at having a conversation without making up some haphazard excuse and running to hide in the bathroom. You always felt better with Jake in your sights, his hand on the small of your back guiding you through the bar or his arm draped over your shoulders as he talked to colleagues. You nursed a bottle of beer as you watched him play pool. You had zoned out a while ago. You just watched the balls slam against one another on the pool table. All of the sudden you hear a small whisper in your ear, “Hon?” You shook your head to clear the static that had taken place in your brain. “Hm oh yeah what’s up?” He smiled and laughed at your reaction while you smiled up at him. “I was asking if you wanted to get out of here?” You grinned and nodded eagerly at him. While you had been slowly making your way out of your comfort zone you still got overwhelmed super easily. You drained the rest of your beer, dropping it into the recycling before grabbing Jake's hand and letting him lead you out of the bar. You walked up to his car, letting him open the passenger side door for you before he walked around to the driver seat and sat down. “Want me to drop you off at your place?” You chewed over your lip for a second before shaking your head. “Do you mind if I spend the night?” He drew back for a moment before nodding excitedly. You could tell he was trying to not seem too eager but he did a terrible job of hiding it. He took your hand and squeezed it before dropping it to turn the car on and put it into drive. As he pulled away from the parking lot your mind began to race at a mile a minute. In all of the months the two of you had been dating, you’d never gone further than just heavily making out. You always put a stop to it before it could go any further. You were always nervous about one thing or another. That it would hurt or that it would be a huge let down and you would have to suffer silently. It wasn’t that you were a virgin, just that you had very disappointing past experiences with sex. You were ready to just get it over with, ready to get your hopes up and be disappointed but wanting it over and done with.

The ride back to Jake's apartment was filled with comfortable silence. You were nervous, allowing that small traitorous part of your brain to fill your head with delusions of a wonderful time. As Jake slowed the speed of the car and pulled into his driveway you decided you would hope for something more, maybe this time it would be different. You nodded slightly to yourself. Jake raised his eyebrows at you and you smiled softly in return. He turned the car off before leaving the car. You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for the car door handle. Jake beat you to it though, opening the door and holding out his hand to you. You took his hand and let him lead you inside. He tossed his keys into a bowl by the door before reaching the lightswitch above it and turning on the lights. “You can borrow some of my clothes and I think I have an extra tooth brush underneath the si-” he trailed off as you grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. He looked at you confused before you stood up on your tiptoes and crushed your lips to his. He didn’t even waste a beat before he incircled his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him and up against his chest. You reached one hand up to tangle in his hair, bringing his head down closer to you. It felt like you were having a mental battle for dominance that was more of just a formality. You knew you were going to lose the moment you engaged him yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He slid his hands down lower until they were against the back of your thighs. You jumped up, crossing your legs across his back as he carried you through his house and into his bedroom.

He bent over the bed, placing you gently on the mattress before finally breaking contact. Your breathing was labored as you sat up and brushed hair out of your face. He panted as he looked at you, his eyes bearing into your soul. You looked up at him and his face melted. You both made fast work of shedding your clothes, trying your best to not break the intense eye contact. You were both left in your underwear, you went to kiss him again but he placed a hand on your stomach pushing you down on your back to the mattress. He leaned over you and sealed your lips in a kiss again before quickly breaking apart, he kissed your jaw before making his way down to your neck and down your sternum. He continued to kiss down your body, one hand reaching for your bra, pulling the fabric down. He allowed that hand to blindly fondle as he sank to his knees in front of your clothed center. You shut your eyes in a fit of pleasure, the feeling too overwhelming for you to stand. You felt his hand slip underneath the cotton.

“Is this okay, sweetheart.” You nodded blindly, wanting him to continue his ministrations. He retracted his hand from your chest and your eyes shot open, looking down at him offended. “I need a verbal yes or no, honey, is this okay?” That was new, no one had ever asked you that before. “Yes please, this is great just keep going, please!” You begged as he slipped your underwear down and off of your legs, throwing it somewhere on the floor around you. He abandoned your chest before grabbing both of your knees, spreading your legs and tossing them over your shoulders. His hands snaked up your thighs before taking hold of your hips. You lifted your head confused as to what he was doing before he attached his mouth to your clit gently and you let out the loudest moan to ever escape your lips. You quickly placed your hands over your mouth as he continued to attack your cunt with his tongue. Your vision went white as your muscles began to contract and spasm against your will. You felt one of his hands leave your hips and slide up your body. He grabbed one of your hands and pushed it away from your mouth without breaking contact at your center. He pressed a kiss before gently looking up at you. “Come on baby, I wanna hear all those pretty noises you make. Let me know what I do to you.” You nodded and moved your hands to your side, fisting the bed sheets as he continued. You felt your muscles tighten as you whined, letting go of everything as he continued to nurse you over the edge. You felt your entire body go loose as he backed away, planting a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You lifted your head to look at him as he dragged the back of his hand across his mouth and lifted it to his lips, licking at your excess juices without breaking eye contact. It was such a raw motion that you immediately lost the small bit of composure you had regained. You reached behind your back and removed your bra, dropping it off of the side of the bed. Jake shed his underwear and followed you onto the bed, leaning over you to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips and it was one of the most primal things that you’ve ever experienced. You chased the sensation as he leaned over you fully. You broke away and gasped, pressing your forehead to his as you tried to regain some form of sense.

“Please, please fuck me.” He nudged you with his nose as he mouthed at your neck. You took your legs and wrapped them around his waist trying to push him closer to where you wanted him. You felt him sink his teeth into your neck and you knew that it would form into a hickey you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. “You want to stop at any time, you just say so, alright?” You let out a breathy, “Okay.” You felt him prod softly at your entrance before he grabbed your hands in his own and interacted your fingers. He slid into you and you felt your entire breath escape. He stopped to give you a moment to adjust. He dropped his forehead to your own. “Sweetheart, I need you to relax, just breathe.” You exhaled deeply and allowed your muscles to loosen around him. You nodded against him as you calmed down. “You can move now, I’m okay.” He dropped a peck to your lips before he began to rock against you. You moaned as you felt him begin to pick up his pace. Your legs began to tremble around him as he continued to thrust. “I’m close, oh I’m so close,” you whimpered into his ear. “Yeah me too,” he grunted as his thrusts began to become sporadic. You felt your back arc unwillingly as you tossed your head back. “That feels good, doesn’t it.” You whined at his teasing tone. “It’s okay baby, you can come.” Your eyes clouded with stars as you finally reached your release, Jake following you not much later. He leaned above you, being careful to not drop fully on top of you. You whimpered softly as he pulled out of you, Jake shushing your noises as he rolled onto his side, pulling you in close. He pressed his mouth to your temple. “Go to sleep, love, I’ll be here when you wake up.” As you drifted into a peaceful sleep you knew that all other men had just been ruined for you. That Jake was definitely going to be your forever.

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Im in labor and let me just say

im not ready!

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Besties, hello? Thank y’all so so so much! I promise regularly scheduled updates will resume soon and I can’t wait to celebrate this when they do!!!