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𝙑𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚-Jake "Hangman" Seresin (A Quiet Place AU)

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x AFAB OC/Piper

SUMMARY: The world outside is in ruins, human being's are almost extinct, silence is now the key to survival. A family's seemingly happy existence in a bleak world is shattered by monsters.

Tags: Mention of blood/wounds, post apocalyptic setting, use of ASL, Alien creatures. Established Relationship, Implied Smut, (sorry) A LOT OF Angst, Swearing, Fluff, Parenting, self defense k!lling, child endangerment, men being creepy to a woman, first aid

A/N HOLY SHIT THIS IS LONG! Im telling you guy's that you wont hurt my feeling's if you dont read because I wouldn't

WORD COUNT: 9,103

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THEIR QUIET FARMHOUSE almost seemed untouched from the horror’s of the world outside its fenceline. The both of them had talked about leading a quiet life, staying on farms raising animals and crops. Waking up to the sunshine each day and ending the day with a family meal, and falling asleep to the sound of wildlife.

She was so sure that their late night talk would never happen. Not with the lives they lead, her working shift’s as a nurse, her hour’s never being consistent. And him almost always being on leave or another country away from her. Did not help when she took the fateful test that two pink lines showed up.

Before the both of them did everything they could to spend time with their little girl, Piper would take every weekend off for her. Even though she and Jake were not married they would give each other day’s with her. Then day one of the end of normal happened, and they had to now fight to protect their little girl from harm more than ever.

Today was their weekly supply run. Usually consisted of one of them staying behind and the other heavily armed packing as much as they can. Things were a little different, she had never brought Alice with her on a run, she knew she couldn't hide her from the world forever, they both knew.

She gently pulls down a can of carrots from the supermarket shelves. She looked down at the list in her hand, she had already gotten most of what she needed, she was bent on trying to find Alice something soft, and non noise making for her to play. The sound of her crayons scraping the floor catche’s her attention.

Her lips formed a soft smile. She bent down to a height of five year’s height. Her green eyes look up at her mother. Almost the spitting image of herself with the exception of her father’s eyes and grin.

“Good Job.” Piper signed to her, she grinned. She had been teaching her simple ASL thing’s when she was three, two years later she knows almost fifty word’s to sign, almost more than her own father.

She picks up her yellow crayon beginning to fill in the sun she drew in the corner tile. A home drawn with dark blue, in the top a purple cartoon plane with a stick figure with yellow hair.

“That’s you.” The little girl point’s at the stick figures with her auburn hair fiery orange. She drags her finger to the other corner.

Tapping a purple cartoon plane with a stick figure with yellow hair. “And that’s daddy.” She signed.

“I love it.” She signed with a smile. She envied how innocent she was in their bleak world, she was always grinning and running around their home. Piper gets to her feet leaving her to her 100 crayola pack.

It was hard to find activities to preoccupy the five year old, one’s that were silent the least. She still tried to educate her as much as she could, teaching her basic reading and which animal’s were which, one’s she would never see sadly.

The little girl had been too young to recall the trip to the zoo the two of them had taken.

She touches her braid, pulling her windbreaker close to herself. The calendar she kept read was the end of February and soon March would be approaching. She furrowed her brow, where the hell is he? She thinks.

She had given him the simple task of collecting anything that seemed edible, and batteries. It was a miracle that they even got a generator, much less a place to hold up.

Her friend had bought the place and planned to make it a functioning farm; he had let her stay there till everything ‘blew over’, she wished he had been right.

“Jake?” She signed, she shook her head. He can't even see you signing, she reminds herself.

Her heart dropped to her stomach at the flash of a brown jacket. She held her chest panting as she collected herself. He held his mouth, stifling his chuckle.

“Don't do that.” She scolded him, her eye’s hardened with irritation. He smirked his million dollar smirk.

“I'm sorry.” He start’s off, his motion’s quick. He’s been learning, she thinks through her annoyance.

“I just like seeing your squirm.” The blonde teased.

She shook her head, trying to contain her smirk. Even in a world where everything had gone silent, somehow it didn't silence him.

“I hate when you do that.” She scolded him. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Well I love when you do that.” He says, leaning closer to her face. She sighed, she quietly cleared her throat stepping back.

“What did you find?” She asks him. He turned around, stealthy removing five can’s from his bag, a bottle of jack daniel’s, a lighter and seasons.

She furrowed her brow picking up the whiskey. She raised a brow at his shopping choice.

“Really?” She signed. He smirked mischievous, she shook her head,

“How about this?” He challenged, she furrowed her brow, putting her hand on her hips. He reached inside of his bag slowly pulling something.

His hand grips a small tanned stuffed animal, its beady black eyes stare at her, its hair frizzy with a mane that rounded its entire head and tail, fake white fang’s sewn into the side of its muzzle.

Her frown slowly morphed into a warm smile. “This make it better?” Jake ask’s. She leaned her head sideways.

“Maybe.” Piper signed, he smirked at her. He knew the world was starting to take its toll on her.

Night’s weren't easy, she would wake in cold sweat, panting trying to let out a scream, she knew she couldn't.

“This keep me from sleeping on the couch?” He wondered, she shrugged her shoulders, stepping forward.

“No bet on that flyboy.” She teased him. He held his chest in dramatic fashion.

“Ouch.” He mouthed, she shook her head wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her.

His green eyes studied her as she gazed into his. His hair had grown out in the two years of their new world, before he had it well groomed to meet the standard’s of the Navy, his face no longer clean, his blonde beard now similar to a cowboy of spaghetti western. She couldn't complain though, she liked how he looked. She just wished he would keep up with the hygiene.

“You need a shave.” Piper signed. He scoffed at her signals. “Are you gonna do it for me?” He asks with a smirk.

“Who else would.” She joked. He shook his head pecking the auburn hair girl on the lips, she smiled. The sound of a quiet gagging noise causes the two to pull away from each other. At the end of the isle stood Alice, pointing at her tongue at their physical affection.

The two adults smiled at each other. She removes her arms from around his neck, walking over to the little girl.

“Are you finished drawing?” She asked her. She nodded her head, with a toothy grin.

“Get your stuff, don't go far okay.” She asked her. She patted her on her polka dotted puffer coat.

Piper looked back at the blonde man, looking down at her feet sadly then at him.

“Pack this all up.” She order’s, he mocks her.

She rounded up smaller thing’s into her bag. The walk back to their home was going to be a long one, she had made sure to find duct tape for her tom’s. Jake had given her tip’s on how to not attract the creature’s attention.

The three begin to exit the rundown pharmacy. Piper adjusted her beanie, tucking bit’s of her braid into the edge’s. Jake grunted bending down picking up the five year old little girl, placing her on his hip as they started their long walk back. Strolling past the abandoned building’s of what used to be the surrounding small town near San Diego.

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SHE SCRUBBED AWAY in the water at the dishes, one of her humane chore’s that she used to enjoy most of the time became a dreaded one. To keep thing’s silent in their household, she had to wash them in water in the sink. They did have running water, which they only ran for their shower’s,for their dishe’s they stuck to fetching it from a well five miles from the property.

She adjusted her ponytail, wiping the sweat from her forehead. A hand gently set a cup deep into the water, she whipped her head.

“Sorry.” He signed with thin lined smirk.

“It’s okay.” Piper reassured him, she didn't have the energy to be mad. He looked down at the dirty soapy water, she huffed running her green sponge through the lukewarm water.

“Stop.” He signs.

She furrowed her brow. “Why?” She asks him. His lip’s formed a thin line. “Because I want to.” He tells her, she raised a brow.

“I want to help.” He sign’s to her mouthing the words.

She sighed, handing over the green sponge, he smirked as she leaned on the kitchen island. She looked over to the living room, Alice sat on the floor, playing quietly with her doll’s near a gas lantern that illuminated her area with an orange glow.

The sun outside had set, the sky filled with dark clouds and the star’s painted the night. Silent, like always, not for the occasional bird chirping, too high for the creature’s to kill, she guessed. He placed the final plate down on the towel.

He turned around leaning on the sink, She stared off deep in thought. He stands in front of the auburn hair woman.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

She shakes her head. “No.” Piper admit’s, her shoulders tensed as she leaned off the island. His brows furrowed.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked worriedly. She licked her lip’s crossing her arms.

“I saw those symbol’s again.” She signed to him, he raised a brow.

“Where?” Jake asked her, she sighed heavily.

“Back of the grocery store.” She tells him. She knew there were rumor’s on the radio of a group killing people they deem too loud for the new world. They had gained the nickname ‘The Bandits’, over parts of the town she would see on wall’s initials, SDB, written in dark brown ink or what she thought was ink.

“They're getting closer to us.” She state’s, his eyes softened at her worry.

“They don't know we are here.” He reassures her, she shakes her head.

“But what if they do.” She says, her brown eye’s beginning to welt over with tears in the corners. He shakes his head, stepping closer to her, taking her hands.

“They don't.” He signed with one hand, she gulped looking him in his eyes.

“If they find out we are here–they will do something bad.” Piper admits to him, she looked over into the living room where her daughter sat playing, unaware of their conversation.

She looks back to him. “What if they try to..hurt her.” She stumbled over her signing. He shook his head.

“We won't let that happen.” Jake reasure’s her.

“Nothing else matters to me more than her.” Piper tells him. Her heart skipped a beat, she could see the fear flash for a moment in his face.

“If something happened to her, I couldn't live with myself.” She signed.

“I'm not gonna let them find us.” He swears, his fist balled as he signed to her. “And if they do.” He inhales deeply.

“They will regret fucking with the wrong family.” The blonde stated. Her frown slowly turned to a soft smile.

“What?” He signed, she covered her mouth, muffling her soft chuckle. “You sound like your old self, Flyboy.” She wrap’s one arm on his shoulder bringing him into an embrace. He smirks against her shoulder.

She brings her nose into his black shirt that clung to him. She thought it was strange how the world had to end to bring them closer, more than the day their daughter was born. She had barely seen him when he was in the Navy, he was always busy.

A loud crash brings them out of their embrace. Jake’s head snapped in the sound’s direction, seeing the flame’s from the gas lamp starting to spread, he quickly ran grabbing the dark blanket, throwing it on top of the fire, patting down extinguishing it.

The young girl looked up at him, her eyes widened as the silence filled the room again. Piper’s heart skipped a beat as it began to race, she didn't dare to move as she anticipated the sound of the inhumane roar’s hell bent on ending their disrupters. Jake slowly gets to his knees, quietly as possible.

Silence, dead silence. Piper glanced at her daughter, her eye’s widening as she looked to her father.He lightly got to his feet, looking all around at the farmhouse ceiling. His shoulders relaxed,He shook his head turning around.

BANG!.

She flinched, her heart dropping to her stomach. He brings his finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. Alice’s breath shake’s as her eye’s darted between her parent’s, her mother stood frozen with her mouth parted, her father slowly making his way to the window.

He leaned his head close to the cool glass. He looked to the roof, he looked down at the ground.

Cries of a wild dog interrupted the silence, the brown and tan coyote scampered away knocking down trash. The couple let out a breath of relief, Alice ran on her tiptoes to her mother’s side, wrapping her arms around her tightly.

Her eye’s fell, as she looked down at her as she stroked her strawberry blonde hair. She wanted to whisper in her daughter’s ear that she was okay, that the monster’s were not gonna come back, that she was safe. Speaking was a grace that she had for three years of life, now it was all gone.

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GENTLY SHE walked down the stairs, the watch on her wrist reading half past ten o’clock. She ran her hand through her hair, messy with wave’s from being in a braid for so long. She clung to the oversized plaid shirt that engulfed her figure, his clothes some of the time made up most of her wardrobe.

She slowly walked to the sliding door’s of the basement bathroom, it somehow being an almost safe room for them to be in, the rushing of the shower water drowning out their voice.

The air smelt of cedarwood filled in nostrils as she stood leaned on the doorway. The steam from the shower still lingering as she watched him apply aftershave. His beard now reduced to a stubble, his hair though remained untouched. He wiped the condensation from the mirror with his fist, her silhouette casted onto the hickory wall’s.

He smirked softly, facing her. A towel wrapped around his neck, only clothes remaining on him being his black sleep shorts. “What are you doing up?” He wonder’s.

She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “Couldn't sleep.” She signs to him, he nods his head.

“How is she?” He ask’s, she sighed.

“Fine I think..at least what you could be in this place.” She tells him.

He looked her up and down, she wore a dark gray shirt with US NAVY written in bold font, and striped sleep shorts, paired with his red plaid shirt that she once swore she would return to him. He smiled softly.

“What?” She signed to him, her lip’s forming a thin line and smiled. He runs his fingers across the front of his face in clockwise motion, his fingers and thumb end at his chin. Beautiful, Her face grew beet red.

He shook his head, still smiling. “Nothing.” He says. She nodded her head at his secretiveness, he sighed, opening a draw, pulling out black and blue hair dress scissors. He motion’s them to her.

“I’ll do it.” She tells him. She quietly slid the door behind her shut, closing it with a rag in the way. The auburn hair woman, sit’s behind on the leather bench with her legs. He held up his finger for her to wait.

He leaned over, reaching in pulling the handle for the water, purposely setting it to cold. He sits on the floor with his back to her, leaning back into her. She gently takes her fingers through his hair, finding the dead end’s to cut off.

She carefully snipped off bit’s onto the violet towel.

“You know you could do this yourself.” Piper speak’s up softly, he chuckled.“Why would I do that?" He ask's her.

"You do it so much better.” Jake admit’s, his tone haughty. She rolled her eye’s playfullying as she continued to work away.

“Sure Flyboy.” She teased him, he smiled fondly at his nickname.

“You know you really should manage this hair better.” She joked, he shrugged.

“Don't know if you know darling but the world has ended.” He reminded her, and she shook her head again.

“I don't think these alien asshole’s care how pretty you are.” He joked, she smiled at his cockiness.

She raised a brow. “Did you just call yourself pretty?” Piper jested, he patted her leg making her laugh softly.

“Shut up.” He says, smiling.

She sighed sadly, she continued to trim away at his hair. Memories of the world before had started to wash over her. She longed for the day’s of them together on the beach under the sun, laughing and teasing each other. Or when she had first met him, a bad night in the ER sent her to the Hard Deck, dying for a drink. Next thing she knew, someone had sent a whiskey neat, she looked up from her glass locking eye’s with probably the most handsome she had ever seen, straight from GQ magazine cover. Things stayed that way for awhile before she got the confidence to say ‘Hello’, and the rest is history.

“Are you still taking her tomorrow?” He ask’s her, his tone lacking any loftiness. She sighed as she cut his wet hair.

“I am, she deserves it.” Piper tells him.

“Are you sure?” He ask’s.

“Yes, she needs the chance to be a kid, I remember loving the beach when I was her age.” She recall’s. “We didn't have what she does remember.” He point’s out.

“It doesn't matter, okay, I want her to be happy.” She proclaims. He nod’s his head, he sighed looking down at the floor.

“I know you do, and I want that it’s just.” He stops him mid-sentence. She furrowed her brow, he gulp’s.

“I know you don't care what happens to you.” He continues.

“But I do.” He admit’s, her heart skipped a beat in her chest. His vulnerability came in moment’s of them finally being able to speak with one another. She knew he hated not being able to talk, talking was how he won her over, how they got the sweet little girl who slept soundly upstairs.

“I just want you….I want you both to be safe.” He admit’s somberly. She sighed, reaching her hand down, he raised his hand lacing his finger’s with her’s. The ambience of the running water filling the room.

“You're not gonna lose us.” She whispers in his ear.

"You're not gonna lose me." She promised.

His grip on her hand tightened as he blinked away the tears he knew were fighting to escape. She sighed against the side of his head, the tiredness weighing heavy on her body. If things could stay this way forever she would accept in a heartbeat,peace with him and her daughter.

She inhales deeply as she sits back up, counting to cut at his hair. “When are you y’all leaving?” He asks breaking the ice, she clears her throat.

“Some time after lunch.” Piper tells him. “Beach is about a one hour walk.” She says she takes a handful of the end’s of his hair, trimming around the edge of ear’s.

She had experience cutting her own hair, not being able to afford a salon during college.

“Hope you make it back before it rain’s.” Jake say’s. She furrowed her brow.

“It’s not gonna rain.” Piper state’s, snipping the scissor’s loud,he scoffed. “Yeah it is.” He declares, she shook her head.

“And how do you know this?” Piper wonder’s, he sits up straighter. “I can smell it.” He tells her, she rolls her eyes playfully.

“Don't give me that southern superpower thing.” She joke’s. He rolled his eyes at her teasing.

“You can't smell rain.” She chuckled.

“Yeah I can, tell me a time when I was wrong.” He challenged, and she bit her lip.

“When you were on leave when we first started dating you said it was gonna storm.” Piper recall’s, he smirked.

“And?” His tone condescending. “And it was dry all week.” She state’s, he rolls his eyes.

“No it wasn't.” He says offended. She shrugged his shoulders.

“You want to question me while I have a sharp object in my hand.” She threatened, she clicked the scissor’s close with a snip.

He put his hand’s up in surrender. She smirked at her own victory, she trimmed around the last bit of his long hair, getting it down to a short easy to brush cut.

She runs her finger’s through, getting rid of the extra bit’s she missed.

He moaned softly at the feeling of fingers through his hair. She removed the towel from around his neck shaking out into the trash. She brings her arms wrapping them around his neck and torso.

She ran her cold hand down his chest, he shuddered as goosebumps ran down each part of his body. He held onto her arms leaning his head back against her leg, looking up at her.

Her nails grazed across his skin as she brought her hand to his cheek. She inhaled deeply as she began moving her lips against his.

She felt his eye lashes tickle her chin. Kissing him upside down was not ideal, though she had to admit it was very hot. His fingers caressed her face. She exhaled as he pulled away, his breath peppering her mouth.

He rolled over onto his knees. She barely had time to catch her own breath as his mouth met her's. She closed her eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

His hand trailed down her waist, thumbing the edge of her shirt. The butterflies in her stomach went crazy as his calloused fingers grazed under her bare skin. She shivered.

He slowly pushed her back to the wall, her leg uncrossing, placing one leg around his waist. He ran his hand up her thigh, his fingers playing with the elastic of her sleep shorts.

She opened her eyes as it clicked in her head. "Jake." She says breathless, pulling away.

He kept his mouth busy as he peppering kisses down neck. She bit her lip stifling the moan that dared to escape her.

"Jake." She speaks up. He finally pulled away looking up at her, his eyes meeting her's.

"What?" He whispered. She sighed looking away at the water that still ran, she would deal with the mess later.

She looked back at him. "The noise." Piper whispers back. He shook his head.

"I can be quick, if you can" He promises, his southern drawl coming out. Her heart skipped a beat, she nodded, both of them continuing what they had started.

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THE MUD SQUISHED under her shoe’s, her grip on Alice's hand not letting up with each step they took. Piper had taken protection with them, a knife that Jake had given her for her birthday last year, carving her initials into the leather of her holster. And a pistol, she knew there was a chance she wasn't going to use it because of the noise, but she knew with the bandit’s becoming a looming threat she couldnt be too careful.

Alice sighed bored as they passed more tree’s, they had stuck to the hiking path laid down for them by the park service, nothing entertaining for the five year old to really look at. Talking wasn't an option for them. Piper could hear the cry of bird’s growing louder,the crashing of waves more prevalent as they walked.

Before the world had ended, she had taken her to the beach plenty of time’s, only she wasn't old enough to remember it all.

Piper had grown up in Vermont, not even close enough to the ocean, she could recall when she first got to the beach, being twenty four and finally finishing nursing school it felt like she could take on anything that she drove straight into the freezing water.

The both of them come to a stop. She smiled softly overlooking the rocky cliff as the ocean wave’s crashed loudly below them. She turned to the strawberry blonde little girl, her jaw agape as she stared out to the shoreline.

“What do you think?” Piper signs to her daughter, she smiles at her mother.

“It's cool.” She says, nodding her head. She turned her head to the path stairs leading down. She looked back at her.

“Want it to get cooler?” She asked her, she nodded her head, with a flick of her fingers she gestured for her to follow her.

The wind whipped against her hair, throwing her braid all over. The cloud’s in the sky slowly turned gray as they walked down the cobble step’s. She was happy that the railing had not given way to the elements yet, as she hopped down after the last step, turning around and extending her hand for her daughter to take.

“Careful.” Piper signed with one hand. The strawberry blonde girl slowly got onto the rocky path.

The both of them in slow pace getting closer to the water that pulled in and out with a loud roar. She takes her back pack off, setting it on the dry sand, Alice following her lead. She puts her hand in front of daughter.

“Wait.” Piper speak’s up. Her green eyes widened in fear as she whipped her head all around. She gets on her knees in the sand getting to her daughter’s height, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She points at the ocean. “This is loud, they don't like it.” She explains to the frightened young girl.

“You don't have to be afraid, you are safe here.” Piper reassured, her voice soft as she looked her up and down. The wind kissing her cheek, she looked out at the ocean to her mother.

“Let’s get these shoe’s off.” She says, velcroing her neon purple straps, sitting them next to their backpack’s.

She unzips her own jacket tossing it to the side, Alice slid her polka dot jacket off onto her jacket.

Piper kicked off her tom’s, rolling up her pant leg to her knees. The two of them looked at each, she grinned as she picked her up by her arm’s running through the freezing water that stung at their legs. She laughed loudly as she spun around with her daughter, her heart pounding with excitement.

“Think fast!” Piper exclaimed as she flung water on her, she squealed, flinging the foam from the wave’s at her. She yelped in surprise at her return fire.

She looked up at the sky, the spring air cooled her as she extended her arms, taking in the moment of clarity.

Alice wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, she sighed deeply as she place her hand on her shoulders holding her closely, the wave’s of the ocean pulling in and out around them as they remained in an embrace.

The two of them did all they could to enjoy their time on the beach. Alice constantly challenged her to a race to the rock’s and back, Piper didn't have to bother with letting her win as the young girl was much faster than she had expected. She went around the sand looking for sea shell’s for the both of them.

“Would daddy like this one?” Alice wonder’s holding up a gray and blue scallop seashell, she smiled.

“He would love it.” She tells her, she laughed as she stuffed her jean pocket. Piper imagined them filled to the brim.

The one good day she could give her meant more than anything. She knew that the young girl couldn't have the childhood that either of parents had.

Running around in the grass and hanging out during the summer with friend’s. Staying out past curfew to be scolded, playing on the playground and seeing how high she could climb to see over the city.

She sat at the edge of the shoreline, using a toothpick she had brought along to draw in the damp sand.

She drug the sharp wood across the top, letting her hand decide the picture she wanted. Alice sat criss crossed quietly digging in the sand.

Piper’s eyes widened as she suddenly remembered. She walked over to her backpack, unzipping it. She walked back over, sitting in front of the strawberry blonde girl.

“I got you something.” She says, she looked up, excitement in her emerald eyes. “What is it?!” She asked curiously with her toothy grin.

“Close your eyes.” She tells her, her shoulders slumped annoyed.

“Why?!” She groaned.

“Just do it.” She says. She rolled her eyes as she told her.

“No peeking.” Piper state’s, she brought her little hands covering her face. She pulling the object out from behind her back, she gently removed her hand’s from her petite face, placing a soft brown toy in the palms.

“Open.”Her green eyes fluttered, her grin widened as she looked at the fluffy mane of the cuddly stuffed toy.

“For me?” She wondered.

“Yes, it's your’s.” She confirmed. She squealed in excitement as she held the toy close to herself in embrace. Her heart ached at her joy, she spun around on her heel’s landing on her knees in the sand.

“Thank you Thank you!” She gushed. She wrapped her arms around her neck, she gasped in surprise, she bring’s a hand to her back holding her closely. Alice’s shoulder’s tensed up as she slumped against her mother.

She pulled away as she thumbed the of the snout of the lion, its beady black eyes staring up at her.

“Ally?” She say’s warmly.She doesn't answer, playing with the wet sand. Her green eyes softened.

“What’s the matter?” Piper asked in concern.

“I’m sorry.” Alice say’s fiddling with a small sand castle. She furrowed her brow confused. “For what, baby?” She wonder’s.

“The monster’s found us last night.” Alice admit’s, Piper shook her head, the five year old girl looked down at her bare feet.

“No it's not your fault.” She tells her warmly, she sits her toothpick down.

“I made a noise..” She stammered as a tear rolled down her cheek. She shook her head. The woman slide’s over the sand, bringing her young girl into an embrace.

“Alice, it wasn't your fault.” Piper whisper’s into her ear, softly stroking her hair.

“Don't blame yourself for anything like that, not ever.” Her voice was smooth, she pulled away placing her hand on her daughter’s shoulders.

“This world is a scary place.”She tells the little girl. Her green eyes glistened with tears at the edges. She shakes her head gulping.

“But you are so..so much bigger and braver than it.” She stammered.

“You are so brave Ally, and you are so strong.” She brings her hand’s to her face, gently cupping her cheek. Her pink little lip’s form a thin line smile, Piper’s used her thumb brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“We should go.” Piper say’s getting to her feet,the cloud’s above grew darker, puffing up with each end. The sound of rumbling above in the darkness.

“Mommy.” She spoke up.

She turned her head at her, “Someone’s watching us.” she pointed. Her brown eyes widened in fear looking at the ridge.

The shadow of a stranger peeked through the fog that had begun to roll in with the storm above.

“Alice.” Her voice stern with the five year old, she looked back at her.

“Grab your things, right now.” She ordered, she furrowed.

“Why? Who is that?” The little girl wonder’s. Her brown eye’s stare down the stranger on the hill.

“No one good.” She answered. She hustled around grabbing her bag’s, pulling her jacket back on.

Piper didn't waste any time with grabbing her daughter’s hand, her pace in walking faster then her own daughter. She held her hand on the little girl , she knew that anyone who wasn't her boyfriend or was someone she once considered friend was a danger to them. The alien’s were a concern but they weren't what scared her.

Drop lits began to drizzle onto her coat, the dirt slowly turning into mud with each step they took. She eyed the tree’s on each side, scanning for danger’s each direction. Maybe she was being paranoid, and that she was wrong about the bandit’s.

Thunder rumbled above them, Alice’s grip on her mother’s finger tightened at the sound. Should have left earlier, she thinks. Alice hated storm’s, Piper found it ironic as the night she was born a typhoon struck the coast of Southern California.

A storm so dangerous that it flooded most of the valley leaving so much debris, and destruction that it was like a wonderland.

She panted as she continued to speed walk through the pines. Piper used one hand to pull her hood over her head. CLICK.

She stop’s dead in track’s extending her palm in front of her daughter.

Her brown eyes drifted down to her ankle, a thin line of metal pushed right against her, hooked up to a tree. She didn't dare to move to find out what it was rigged too. She gulped looking down at the strawberry blonde girl at her waist, she shook her head.

“Don't move.” Piper mouthed, her eye’s fearfully looking at her, nodding at her order’s.

The squishing of mud under feet catches her attention, she looks up seeing two men wearing black clothes and bandanas hiding their faces from them.

They smirked sinisterly at her, eyeing the young woman and the little girl. The blue bandana pulled out a knife from his pocket, shiver’s run down her spine seeing the dried brown on the blade.

Hair’s on her neck stood to attention as she felt the hot breath of another person breathing behind her. She lifted her hand’s up surrender to the stranger’s, the lack of sunlight couldn't help her determine how many were behind her.

“Which one do you want?” The red bandana sign’s to the blue one, she guessed one of them was the leader of their group.

Red’s eye’s trailed over to the auburn hair woman, looking at her buttoned up henley shirt, the clothing around his mouth moving in a circular motion.

“I like redheads.” He signs, her blood ran cold at their signing. Her eyes darted to her right, another man with a black bandana stood next to her.

Her chest heaved up and down as her heart began to race.

She wasn't sure what they would do to her, but to her daughter she could get an awful image. There were no more law’s or legal systems, a perfect world for sick people like these men.

“Take the big one to the hill.” Blue order’s, red’s brow’s furrowed looking at the little girl next to her.

Red bandana looked Alice up and down, he stepped up to her, getting down to her height. Her green eyes flooded with tears at the strange man.

His dirty hand took the lion toy out of her hand’s. Piper’s hand shook with rage seeing his dirty nail’s touching the toy hand picked for her daughter from the man she loved. She knew what to do now.

“This one is mine.” Blue signed, her little face shook frightened.

Piper stepped forward with a click of the trip wire, a collection of bottle’s tied together collapsed down with a loud clunk, the men’s eyes widened at the sound. Piper growled as she plunged her knife into the jugular of the black bandana.

“Run!” Piper whispered to Alice, she grunted as her feet kicked up mud running away. The auburn hair woman swung her fist into the face of the blue bandana before she ran alongside her daughter.

The two of them panting as they jumped over bit’s of twig’s and green’s, sticking to the path they had followed and the one they had created. Piper looked over her shoulder, the shadow’s of the tree’s of people following right not far behind.

Piper grunted, grabbing Alice’s shoulders, holding her closely in a bridal style.

Alice’s strawberry blonde hair whipped against her face, the rain had started to become less of drizzle and more of a sprinkle. She looked down at her feet, her footprints in the mud clear with each step.

She duck’s behind a tree, setting her little girl down. She panted with her back against the tree as her mother set her backpack down on the ground.

“You need to run!” Piper signed frantically. She shook her head. “No!” Alice signed.

“Stay on the path, find your daddy.” Piper declared. Her green eye’s bore into her dark brown eyes. “No.” She repeated.

“You have to run, or they will find you.” She orders her, she shakes her little head. “I can't leave you.” She signed her lip quivering.

“I cant– “Alice Seresin.” She whispered and interrupted her, she held her face. She took a deep breath.

“You are so brave..and sp strong, and I need you to do this.” She whispered.

Fear flashing over her face. Tears falling from eye, twig’s snap her heart racing faster. She brought her lip’s to her forehead, inhaling her scent. She pulled away admiring her daughter one last time.

“I love you so much.” Piper’s voice breaking,She pulled away admiring her daughter one last time. She sniffled, taking a deep breath.

“Now..RUN!” She ordered. Her hair whipped in the wind as she darted away from her mother. Piper gulped as her throat tightened. She removes her knife from her holster, huffing as she turned around marching through the tree

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THE MEN STOOD PANTING. Blue bandana stepped forward looking at the three remaining men. He kicked the dirt in anger, pacing back and forth over the cliff that overlooked the beach.

“Where did the big one go?” Red whisper’s. Blue shook his head. “Who gives a fuck!” He signs. The three men flinched at his anger, he throws his cap off his head.

“The little one, get me the little one!” Blue order’s pointing his finger at the red bandana, he nodded his head turning around following the path. The two remaining men looked at their leader, he ran a hand through his greasy hair.

“What are you gonna do with her when you get her?” Yellow bandana wonder’s, he shook his head.

“That’s for me to know.” He tells him.

“What about the big one, are we gonna auction her?” Purple bandana asks. He rolled his eyes at his question.

“Fuck her, she killed one of our own.” Blue say’s, shaking his head.

“She could be more useful than the little one.” Yellow point’s out. Blue grabs him by the neck holding him tightly.

“I dont fucking want her..get me the little one.” He whispers in his ear’s.

A gurgling sound interrupts both men. They snapped their head’s seeing purple grabbing at his throat as blood drenched his coat as he fell to the ground. With a grunt she removed her blade, she stood up looking at both men. Her eyes burned with anger at the blue bandana.

She pointed her knife at him. “You.” She signed.

Yellow eyes the woman, he charged at her, he swung his fist at her. She huffed dodging it, hooking her arm under his, he groaned in pain at the fiery hot pain of the knife plunging into his shoulder blade.

She knee’s his gut shoving him onto the ground. Blue smirked at her, slowly clapping silently at her. She vibrated with anger at his mockery.

“Now what?” he signed.

“You die.” Piper signed. He smirked at her threat, he stepped forward in a challenging manner. “Are you sure about that?” He questioned. She grunted, swinging her blade.

He jumped back, she huffed, swinging her fist in his direction, missing again. She groaned as fiery pain spread across her face, the impact of his punch disorienting her. The rain began to become heavier as the two of them fought.

She grunt’s locking his head in hold, punching him in the gut repeatedly. He grunted in effort pulling at her raincoat, removing it from her entirely. Shegasped as he pulled himself out of her hold, shoving her into the mud. Blue bandana spit’s out blood onto the ground.

“Bitch.” He grumbled, she wiped her nose as the copper taste filled her mouth. She pat’s her holster looking for her knife, her eyes widened as she couldn't feel the ebony handle.

“Shit.” She mouthed. She flip’s onto her feet, she rushed at him tackling him with the full force her body could muster, their body’s slammed onto the cold rock wet rocks.

Piper cough’s holding her rib cage, his grimy hands shoving her face onto the concrete.Anger boiled inside of her at the feeling of his nail’s digging into her cheeks.

“Fucking die already.” He grumbled, the pressure on her back becoming heavier. On the ground a reflection from an object shined her way. She shouts failing her legs in each direction, he exclaimed frustrated.

She reached out her hand for the shiny object, she gasped for air as her rib cage began to feel smaller. Her wet finger’s lace through the handle hole, she pulled it closer to herself. In effort she rolled shoulder’s spinning around.

He cried out in pain, cupping his cheek as blood began to seep out. She stood on her feet looking at the man. She shook herself off as the adrenaline pumped through her body. He yells as he runs at her, she yelps moving out of the way.

Piper turned around only to be met with a blow to the face. Her back smacked the rock’, closer and closer to the edge the both of them dualed, her knife dropped to the ground with a clink as the man got on top of her gripping her wrist.

“You just giving up, sweet thing.” His voice sneered at her, his hand slowly trailing to the button of her henley shirt, he groaned closing his eyes as his dirty fingernails pulled away the clothing separating the piece. She grunted against his weight.

He mumbled as he leaned his head back as he countied to work on the top of her shirt. Thunder cracked above her making her heart skip a beat, she turned her head, her blade laid only an inch away from her. Without hesitation her hand gripped the handle as she brought it to chest.

He gasped loudly, falling back onto the ground. Piper yelped as she crawled onto him, cutting through him with multiple blow’s, each time letting out a yell of rage. He gurgled, coughing up blood onto her face.

An inhuman cry pulled her out of her trance. She snapped her head watching the tree’s pull apart as they got closer. She pushed herself out of the way.

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ALICE PANTED as she kept running along the pathway, her sketcher’s covered in the mud as the rain began to get heavier. The farmhouse laid in plain sight as she got closer to the fence line, only a few more step’s.

Thunder rumbled loudly, she flinched at the sound but countied to run. She had stopped only twice to catch her breath, she couldn't let her mother down, she need to find her father, to safety.

Her strawberry blonde hair bit’s were sticking to her wet cheek’s. She held her hand at her hips as she stopped finally at the white fence. On the porch, her father sat on the swing, the rain pouring as he took in the sound’s.

Her mother’s word’s sound in her head, they don't like loud sounds, water was loud at the beach, maybe it’s loud now.

“Dadd-!” Her voice interrupted as a hand clamped down on her mouth. She struggled against the person that drugged her, her screams muffled as she desperately cried for her father.

“Quiet!” The voice snapped, she grunted elbowing her kidnapper in the gut, she bit into the finger of the stranger hard. He shouted in pain as he let go of her.

“Little brat!” He grumbled.

The man cladded in red is brought to the ground. Alice gasped in surprise as a blonde man held him to the ground, making repeated blows to the face. He turned looking over his shoulder at her.

“Alice, go!” Jake order’s, she nodded her head sprinting away. His green eyes darkened as he held the man by his shirt. Rain poured down on the both of them, soaking his black long sleeve shirt.

“Who the fuck are you?!” He questioned in fury, the man smirked up at him. He shouts as she punches him. “Who are you!?” He demanded once again.

He doesn't answer. Jake growls' shoving his head against the ground. “Where’s my wife?!” He demand’s.

The man gripped the handle of his blade pulling out. Jake gripped the man’s wrist redirecting his aim, he held one hand over his mouth as he stabbed him in the gut. His cries of agony muffled by him.

“Tell me where she is?!” Jake ordered. His teeth turned red as his smirk widened at his violence. His nose scrunched up as he twisted the blade.

“Tell me!” He fumed.He coughed, spitting blood straight up at him.

“Dead..silent..like us like you will be.” He gurgled through his attempts to laugh. Jake shook his head.

“Just you.” He declares. He coughed once more as his breath slowly became a wheeze before he finally exhaled. Jake wiped his face with the back of his hand, throwing off the blood onto the ground.

He got to his feet, he grunted as he ran back to the house. His boot’s heavy on the wood as he got inside the house.

“Daddy!” A small voice exclaimed.

she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, thunder rumbling louder outside. He sighed in relief, getting to his knees wrapping his arms around the little girl.

“Thank god you're okay.” He whispered into her ear, He panted, breathing heavily. Holding her as close to him as he could. Her wet hair draped across his neck, her little face wet from tears and rain.

“Alice.” He speaks up, her breath shake’s as he pulls away, he holds her shoulders gently.

“Are you hurt, did he hurt you?” He ask’s her, she shakes her head.

He brushed back a piece of her wet hair.” Alice.” He say’s softly, her green eye’s meet his.

“Where’s mommy?” He wonder’s. She began to pant looking at the screen door, his heart fell to his stomach. He blinked as the color drained from his face.

“Oh god..oh god.” He pant’s.He gets to his feet, only being stopped by a small hand gripping his.

“Don't go!” She exclaimed. He glanced between his daughter and the door. “Please.” She pleaded.

He inhaled deeply. “I won't.” He promised. He runs a hand through his hair, collecting his thoughts.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jake sniff’s, taking her small hand in his leading her downstairs.

Alice’s expression remained bleak, the once happy five year old who had so much to show the world driven into silence. Not even her father playing with her in the bathtub, making funny noises, brought her out.

Jake didn't want to admit to himself but knew she had experienced something awful.

He pulled her blanket over her, staying next to her as she slowly fell asleep. The storm outside didn't settle down even as she slumped against his chest. Many things were running through his mind, like what had happened when he wasn't with them, why did these bastard’s come for his family, and where is his wife.

He slowly got out of the small twin size bed, placing the purple starry comforter back over her. Sleepy soundly, he walked out of the room quietly shutting the door behind him.

His breath shake’s as he walks down the steps to the living room.

He looked around the farmhouse, the fireplace cracking and popping, the rumble of thunder outside disrupting the coziness of the home. It felt empty, he felt empty, half of his heart was gone. It was his fault, he let her leave when he knew the danger of the world was the monster’s.

Not the monster’s who hunt for sport at just the sound of a twig snapping, the real monster’s who got the sick pleasure of destroying the lives of others.

He bends down on the floorboard, sliding away the board feeling around the cabinet below for the old wood handle. He grunt’s slowfully removing the remington rifle from the space, he opened the barrel to see it was still fully loaded since he found it.

The former pilot stand’s up, in a steady pace outside to the front porch.

Lightning cracks across the sky as the rain continues its rage against the earth. In one hand he held the gun in the other, the Jack Daniel's he was scolded for finding, he sits on the wooden chair.

Staring at the dirt road paved with sand to silence their step’s. Keeping her safe was all he had now, he wasn't gonna let anyone or anything take what he had left. Thunder rumbled across the setting spring sky, his finger on the trigger ready.

A snap of a branch bring’s him out, he stood to attention, cocking the gun. His breathing steady as his heart raced in his ears. His eyes trained on the dark road, a silhouette stumbled his way. Their hair is braided, wet and tangled. He could make out the shadow of a blade in their hand, and in the other a stuffed animal.

They limped closer, the lamp on the wood post illuminating a yellow and orange hue on their face. His green eyes widened in realization, he dropped the gun in a dash towards her.

She gasped in shock at the sudden impact of his embrace. The knife fell from her hand’s, her free one around his neck.

Piper’s chest heaved up and down, shivering from the cold. Salty tear’s mix with the earthy water that fell on them. He whispered in her ear a mixture of apologies.

“You were right.” She breathed out, he furrowed his brow. “Right about what?” He ask’s, his green eyes watered over.

“It rained.” She chuckled weakly, he shook his head, his laugh vibrating against her shoulder. “I hate that.” She admit’s with a small smile.

“You love it.” Jake whispered, she nodded against him.

"Get me inside, please.” Piper pleaded with him. He complied with her order’s, latching his arm’s under her as she went limp in exhaustion.

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SHE SAT on her side of their bed, her damp hair draped over her gray tank top. Her body shivered even with his jacket on her, her shirt had become less of a beige color and more of dirty brown from the blood.

“This is gonna sting.” He tells her, she wasn't used to being patched up, she usually did the first aid. He dabbed the alcohol soaked rag against her split knuckle. She could feel the multiple bruises growing on her body, and she knew for sure when thing’s cooled down she was more than likely gonna be sick.

She grit her teeth. “Fuck.” Piper swear’s, the thunderstorm allowed them to talk, she was thankful for once for him to be right about the rain.

He smirked. “Threw a hell of a punch.” Jake commented, her lips formed a thin line.

She tried not to think about what had happened.

“Yeah, and got a bruised rib to add to it.” She chuckled weakly, he pulled out a bandage from her first aid bag. His calloused hands maneuvered with the roll, beginning to wrap the cloth around her hand. “I taught you well.” Piper say’s, he smirked.

“I'm a quick learner.” He reminds her, she sighed leaning her head back.

“I don't doubt that Flyboy.” Her voice raspy, she sniffed. She gazed at his face, dried blood at the edge of nose, and furrowed her brow.

“Are you okay?” She ask’s.

His green eyes looked up at her. “Are you really asking me that?” Jake wonder’s, her hand caressed his face, warm to the touch.

“Did they fucking find you?” Piper demand’s from him, he looks down continuing to clean her up.

“Jake.” She says, he blink’s looking back at her. She reached down, groaning as she pulled out alcohol wipes beginning to dab away the crimson.

“You shouldn't be doing this for me.” He says. She shook her head. “Too bad, I am.” She says, holding his cheek with one hand. “Piper.” He says, she shook her head. “Doesn't seem broken.” She tells him.

“Pip-”You should be careful wiping around here though.” She interrupts, he take’s both of his hands, removing her hand’s from his face, looking at her.

“Please stop.” He pleaded with her, she exhaled in exhaustion. “I’m sorry.” Piper whisper’s, she leaned her forehead against.

“God, I'm so tired.” She breathed out. She inhaled his scent as she hugged him. “It’s okay.” He whispers as he wraps his arm around her as she closes her eye’s, her head slumped against his shoulder. Her skin was cold and damp as he lowered her back into their bed. He holds her close to him, not letting her go. The storm outside begins to die down becoming a drizzle, he leaned over her body, turning off the gas lamp that lit the entire room.

A/N: HOLY..I Have no word's how did I pull this off this week.

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mitchellpete · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 21 - Deepthroating

pairing: tom “iceman” kazansky x f!reader

cw: deepthroating, blow jobs, face-fucking, cum swallowing, established relationship

word count: 1578

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18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

It’s a Saturday night. A still fairly early Saturday night, and you’ve got nothing to do. The house had been swept clean hours before, dinner cooked, leftovers stashed away in the fridge, and you’d taken a long, long shower before sprawling out on the sofa next to Tom, who didn’t seem to mind the silence. He relished in it, in fact, his attention fully on the large, thick textbook in his arms. Paying you and your weary expression absolutely no mind.

His impending achievements were important. Understood. He was so close to getting promoted, had been talking about the ceremony, how it would be the first you’d attend by his side. You can’t remember when exactly his studies began to consume him, alienating him from you just the slightest. He’d read during dinner, in bed, during a movie. Jotting down notes, twirling his pen in between his fingers. Always focused, always persistent.

But that can’t be healthy, right? Being so goddamn focused all the time?

It is a Saturday night, after all.

“What’ll it take for you to put that textbook down?” you wonder aloud, tossing the remote after flipping through (probably) every channel on the television.

Tom half-glances at you, but resumes his reading almost immediately. “Why?”

You stretch, your mind racing with ideas on how to make him yours tonight. “Hm, I don’t know. You’ve been reading a lot lately.”

“I need to,” he reminds you, voice a little stern.

Okay.

“Well. I’m sure you’ve read enough tonight, no?”

“The more the better.”

Christ. You stare at him, at the focused peak in his eyebrows as his eyes trail left-to-right. A flip of the page, fingers dancing along the edge. You watch them, eyes set on the sparkle of his ring in the dim lighting. A mischievous idea pops into your head, born out of your sudden desire. “What if I blow you?”

Tom does not budge, doesn’t even shift in his seat. His eyes continue scanning his page, though his eyebrow cocks at your outlandish question. “What if?” he mocks.

You internally groan. But you’re still eager. “I bet you’ll put it away once I get my mouth on you,” you sing.

Tom smirks, always up for a challenge. He still does not glance your way, however, instead flicking his attention to the next page. “If you say so.”

Grinning from ear to ear, you crawl over to him and slide off the couch into the wide space between his legs. Tom’s face still remains locked and focused, even when your grabby hands reach for the waistband of his sweats. You gingerly pull them down, bringing his boxers down with them.

You’re quick about it when you dip your head down, tongue planting against the soft skin of his cock. It’s fast but gentle, easy. The corner of his lips curls for just a second at the sudden sensation, but he tries to remain unbothered. A challenge for you.

It starts off languid, short strokes of your tongue up and down his shaft. You let your spit bubble up in between your lips, wet suction noises suddenly filling the room as you slick him up. His cock twitches, growing hard against your tongue. Tom’s lips part, shallow breaths escaping. You glance up, batting your lashes at him for dramatic effect.

After kissing and sucking against the long vein on his dick, his eyes above you eventually stop trailing left-to-right, instead staying still on one part of the page, and then jumping to another.

“Lost your place?” you mumble, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against the underside of his shaft.

Tom finally looks at you, eyes flicking down to the sight of your mouth working his now hardened cock. He doesn’t say anything, instead stares at you from under his eyebrows, his gaze almost brooding. You’ve won, and he knows it.

Still, as stubborn as ever, he clears his throat and attempts to continue. Another page flip directs you; your mouth slides up to wrap around the tip, actually taking him into your mouth. You watch him, watch his shallow breathing turn sharp. He sucks in a breath when you start bobbing your head, fingernails turning red from gripping the textbook so harshly.

It’s a minute later that he snaps it shut, tosses it aside on the cushion and grumbles something under his breath. You pull off of him momentarily, smiling slyly at him.

Intent on taking him in as deeply as you can, you try your best to relax for the very significant intrusion. Your head dips down again, your mouth enveloping inch by inch until you feel him in your throat. Despite taking him in as much as your mouth allows, there’s still a length of his shaft untouched, and you wrap your hand around where your mouth can’t reach. It’s almost dizzying, taking him in this much. It seems he feels the same, his face contorting in pleasure, fingers drumming against the side of his thigh. Like he’s trying to find use of his now free hands.

You’ve done this before. Twice, was it? Practice, he’d called it. He’d coaxed you through it the last time, filthy words edging you on as he helped you train your throat. That’s why it’s not as difficult now. And still, your mouth feels stuffed, and it’s already almost like you can’t breathe. You try to stay collected, however, breathing out through your nose. Just little by little.

After a minute, his fingers slide into your hair. He starts moaning, quiet and breathy from the back of his throat.

In contrast, you start gagging, his cock poking at your uvula. You pull up just a bit to alleviate yourself, his shaft sliding across your tongue. You’ve gotten better at taking him in to that point, but you’re still not entirely used to it. After another minute of swallowing around him, you pull off of him with a staggering gasp for air, chest heaving. The saliva pooled on your lower lip drips, coating your chin. You instinctively reach to wipe at it but Tom cuts you off, his grip on your hair pulling you down again. You nearly yelp when your tongue slaps over his cock once more, and he pops himself back into your mouth with a shallow thrust of his hips. You suck in a breath the best you can before your airway is constricted again.

There’s nothing gentle about the way he pushes himself inside, eager to press against the back of your throat once more. Your watery eyes dart up to watch him. His lashes flutter, eyes lidding in pleasure. Hisses turn into little whines, which then turn into loud, elongated moans. You mimic him, moaning around him, and he groans as it shakes him.

Tom continues shallowly thrusting his hips, overtaken by his own desire. The wet heat of your mouth is heavenly. He might just toss the textbook for the entirety of the next week.

The sounds coming out of you are strangled and choked out, his cock way too big to be rutting into your mouth like this. Even at his languid pace, it’s almost all too much. Your hand reaches, fingernails digging into his thigh as a warning, and he pulls you up and off of him again. It’s not at all sexy the way you gasp for air, saliva dripping down your mouth. Tom stares at the sight of your lips, coated and shiny and puffy.

Out of breath, you’re still determined to make him cum, and you lean down yourself to take him in again—hopefully for the last time before you get him there. Instead of swallowing around him, you opt to actually slide up and down his cock, making use of your tongue. It’s close to numb from the continuous movement but you power through, allowing your mouth to salivate as much as you can to make the process smoother.

With a string of groans, Tom cocks his head and leans in close to watch his cockprint in your throat, how it moves with every shallow thrust of his hips.

Tears sting your eyes, threatening to spill. You continue to gag and gasp around him, his grip on your hair dependent on the noises. He pulls you up just the slightest the noisier it gets, and then lets you bob your head for a while longer. You get the idea to stroke him where you still can’t reach, and that seems to do it; he cums with a loud groan, head rolling back as his release shoots down your throat. You pull off immediately, urgently in need of air for more than a few seconds at a time. The last of his cum spurts out onto your lips and face. You swallow what he spilled inside you, wiping all the slick off your lips afterwards.

He exhales, swiping a hand through his hair before leaning down and wrapping a much gentler hand around your arm. He pulls you off your knees and onto his lap, where you immediately straddle him. You wrap yourself around him, mouth slotting against his for a kiss. He kisses you deeply, his tongue poking in between your lips, licking into the cave of your mouth. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

You’d almost forgotten you were supposed to be catching your breath when you pull away.

You sniff, throat burning. Your voice hoarse, you mumble, “I missed you.”

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writersundersiege · 2 months

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Rooster and his Songbird: Part Two the Concert

a/n: Heyy i’m back i’m so sorry that i went literally MIA i have been so sick and have been sleeping more than literally anything im planing on writing more going forward what would you like to see after this chapter?

first part - here

Summary: Jake tries to assert dominance over Bradley, but you may already like Bradley and notice him as much as he does you. But what happens when he's invited to your work playground and meets your enemies?

The next day, Bradley was dead tired; so tired, in fact, in the morning, he had to make himself two coffees, one as he woke up as usual and one to keep him going at work. He didn't even go through with his morning workout and run, simply opting for a little warm-up in his living room.

Every second of sleep lost was worth it, though, with him staying until close at the Hard Deck, bickering back and forth with Jake, and making you laugh; that was probably the best part, making you laugh watching as you’d hide your face cause your laugh was higher toned, and your cheeks would turn a bright red. Still, the best part was how your eyes squinted like you were staring directly into the sun. Bradley kept going even despite the angry quips Jake spit his way.

When Bradley arrived at the base, he saw the parking lot was starting to get full. He quickly parked and got out, heading into the base and up through the hallways to the pre-flight room he had changed before coming to base just in the event he was running behind, and today, to Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw's standards, he was behind. When he entered the room, bag in hand, Phoenix turned to look back at him; she had an empty seat to her right. To her left was Bob, and then Fanboy on his other side in the front.

As Bradley stepped to the seat Phoenix had left open for him, he heard Hangman’s voice low and deadly and felt him check his shoulder, saying, “ Oh, no, you don’t, Bradshaw; step out in the hall now.” Bradley smirked towards the rest of his squad, who had now turned to watch the interaction happen as Jake nearly marched out of the room.

Bradley slowly sets his bag down and turns to walk into the hall, making his face neutral; he knows what’s coming, but he’s not going to tell him anything. Bradley can see you like him, but he’s not going to push it, not with a brother like yours, but if you come to him, then who would he be to break your heart? By the look he gives Bradley the second they come face to face in the hallway, he sees that he, too, knows eventually he’ll have no say.

Before Jake says anything, Bradley says, “I told you last night we were clear I didn’t do anything, so why exactly is it you’ve dragged me out here?” Jake is flexing his fists by his sides while taking a breath. “Don’t play dumb with me, Bradshaw; we’ve been on two deployments together now, and we both know how you are around women, especially ones you want-“Jake stops momentarily. Bradley opens his mouth and says that, once again, he didn’t seek you the whole night; he may have shared looks with you innocently and made you laugh here and there, but is making a human connection a crime now?

Before he can say anything, Jake puts his hand up like a mother shushing a child before he says, “I don’t care to hear any of your reasons, nor do I particularly want you anywhere near her anymore, but you made a good impression on her, and even past my oh so gracious better judgment she wanted me to tell you-“

Jake seems to shiver at what he has to say, which makes a devilish grin grow on Bradley’s face. “She wanted me to say you did an excellent job at the piano; maybe play for the band next weekend if you want? But I already told her you can’t, and you can't get it. I know you like her, Bradshaw; it was disturbingly evident on Friday, but she is the only little sister I’ve got and the baby of the Seresin family; she is not some prize to win and then be forgotten about a few weeks later we both know men like us who love the chase, are not made for girls like my sister I will not let you chase after her like some prize rabbit from the rodeo so drop it now, or I swear to all that is good and holy on this earth I will make every day you see my face a painfully brutal experience for you and to all those around you. Head my warning, Bradshaw, stay away from (F/N). I mean it.”

Ending the conversation before it started, Jake had his back to him already walking back in the room, Rooster following not too far behind and finally picking up his bag and taking his seat with a smile still plastered across his smitten face. Phoenix leaned over, asking, “Are you going to tell me, come on? I’ve been dying to know why he’s so pissed? We all see your googling eyes, but you haven’t made any moves, so what’s up?”

Bradley shakes his head, saying, “Nothing to tell, just Hangman being Hangman.” he says lowly; he could tell Phoenix more now, but how he thinks about you is just for him. He hopes to tell you that when you look at him in the eyes, he sees a fantasy of different things that are never real but feel natural when you look back.

Eventually, all conversations and thoughts are put on the back seat the second Maverick enters the room, everyone hunkering into their seats to review post and pre-flight plans. Bradley sits back in his chair, getting comfortable to listen, eyes wandering the room till they stop on Jake, who's side-eyeing him from the front with fire behind his eyes and a smile across Bradley's face.

As the week went by without any mishaps or Jake breathing down Bradley's neck to try and pry for information, and since meeting you, it feels like Jake won't let Bradley be near you in any sense, even while speaking about you.

By Wednesday, the whole Dagger Squad was talking about an event at the local elementary school; as he walked up to his lunch table where all the whispering was happening, he set his tray between Bob and Phoenix, looking at them quizzically back and forth.

At the same time, he sits down, leaning between the faces that have nearly met in the middle of the table. “Why are we whispering?” Phoenix's face immediately lights up, seeing Bradley. “Roo, did you hear about going to Boots and Buckles Friday? Also, are you going to Paxton tonight?”

Bradley looks back and forth between Bob and Phoenix, frowning as they both look back at him. “What, guys? I just sat down and have been up in the air just like you, so no, I have no idea what's happening Friday, and why would I have any reason to go to Paxton Elementary today?” as he was talking, Bradley started digging into the turkey sandwiches they had prepared for the afternoon.

Although Bradley nearly choked on his food, hearing the quiet voice of Bob rise momentarily to say, “(F/N’s holding a fundraising event for her school tonight. Have you checked your phone? Jake has blasted to everyone he knows on base. It's called We Sing for Heroes. She is the music teacher at the public Elementary school near the base.”

Bradley, by this point, is downing his water, trying to cool down and wash down the food he nearly choked on, pulling his phone from his pocket as his eyes slowly flit back and forth between an almost cowering but laughing Bob and Phoenix, who's smirking right at Bradley, not even letting up. She can see right through and around him about you and the Jake situation.

Finally, when Bradley brings his phone up above his eye level, he looks through his phone to find no text messages, then turns his phone to the two others waiting for his response, sets his water down, and clears his throat. “Jake made it clear he doesn't want me around her. I'm not going, but..” Bradley immediately sets the phone on the table and looks up at Phoenix. “now that I know, will you stop by the house? I'll give you some cash to you for the fundraiser.”

Phoenix looks at him and then at Bob and shakes her head; not much is said in the next few minutes. “Well, you can still come Friday 'cause I'm inviting you, and I'll fight Jake myself if he's got a problem. Plus, it's a public bar, and bands are playing, and it will be fun. I'll need a dance partner anyway.”

“Boots and Buckles, huh? That's the one down Monroe Avenue, Right?” Bradley's mind is turning, trying to decide whether showing up will cause more drama with Jake than usual.

Then, like a flash all at once, Bradley can see you standing on the Hard Deck stage, hair bouncing from side to side, smiling wide as your gentle voice carries over the mesmerized crowd. The last thing flashing past is the glint in your eyes and smirk when you see him talking to Jake, immediately saying, “Okay, 7 pm sounds like an ideal time?” the whole table, looking back and forth to each other, smirking.

Later in the evening, at around 5, Bradley is sitting on his couch in a pair of sweats and an old academy shirt; he'd just popped open a beer when he heard banging at his front door, which had to be no one other than Phoneix he runs into the kitchen grabbing a pen envelope and wallet before heading to the door that she's still banging like the swat team on “I'm coming to Nat chill your shit.”

When Bradley swings the door open, he has the pen in his mouth, eyes trained on writing your name nicely when he hears Phoenix clear her throat. His eyes come up to the pen, dropping to the ground cause standing in front of him was not only Phoenix but Jake leaning on the wall to the right of his door opposite Phoenix. He looks up, meeting eyes with Bradley smirking, and then immediately going cold “Get Dressed, Dumb-ass.”

Hangman was already on his heels back to Bradley and Phoenix, who gave Bradley a cheeky smile until the breath finally seemed to return to Bradley's lungs, and he looked to Phoenix, who stood there still, just smiling, saying, “What?”

Eventually, Phoenix grabbed Bradley by the shoulder, pushing him back into his house, saying, “Hurry and put your flight suit on or something that represents the Squad or Navy in any way.” Bradley slowly walked through his home as he heard Phoenix call, “Also fix your hair. It looks like an explosion happened in your shower, and you've gone mad scientist; it's not your look.”

He quickly paces to his room, looking into the mirror from the spot by the dresser; he opens a drawer and grabs an old navy sweatshirt that belonged to his dad, tugging on a blue long-sleeved pullover, seeing his hair stick all which ways, and quickly running to the ensuite bathroom, wetting his hair to lay primarily flat and wavy like it usually would. After buttoning his jeans and spraying cologne, he grabs the watch that used to be his dad's from the nightstand.

Walking into the living room, he sees Phoenix holding his checkbook and pen, and the beer is gone. The TV turned off the front blinds down. “C’mon, slowpoke, it's starting at 5:30. It's only a few minutes from here, but still, we only have 15 minutes now.” Bradley meets her at the door, grabbing his keys from the hook behind the door.

He was finally taking a breath. “What's going on? Where am I going, and why is Jake here?” she smiles, handing the envelope to Bradley and moving from the threshold so he can lock up, tucking the book in his back pocket. She looks back at Jake's truck parked on the street, who's leaning out the window, glaring right at Bradley.

“Well, I may or may not have said something about how you did not get the invite to (F/N); she was appalled, she said to her brother, and I literally quote, birds of a feather flock together if Bradleys not there, then we're missing a key piece of our flock Jake she also appreciated your unknowing help in an idea of a song for her kids to sing she wants you to see it.”

This makes Bradley smile, and they both jump, hearing Jake yell from his truck. “All this bird watching is getting old. If we don't get out of here, we'll be late.” They make their way down the porch. Bradley turns to Phoenix. “He’ll kill me with his eye if I go with you guys. I'll meet there, plus I need to grab something.”

After stopping at a nearby farmer's market, Bradley pulls the Bronco into the first spot in the back of the school parking lot and rushes in through the doors and down the hall to the gym where their stage is.

When he walks through the doors, he sees you standing in the cutest dress he's ever seen on anyone. It looks vintage, like a 50’s style dress that's Navy with a white stripe going down both sides of your hips and bow tied around your torso, smiling and waving your arms directing as a group of older girls sings.

They were singing Amazing Grace beautifully. He leans on the wall next to the row where Phoenix and the rest of the Dagger Squad sat, sitting in all the seats. The rest of the seats were the children, family, and friends.

When Phoenix notices him leaning on the wall with flowers pointed at the ground, staring at you, he doesn't even see the burning of Jake's eyes into him; Phoenix elbows Hangman in the ribs, sid-eyeing him and pointing her eyes to you. This makes Jake huff and turn back forward.

Bradley is entranced by the smile you have finishing the song and turning to put your arm out and present your choir and bow. At the same time, the crowd claps and cheers for their children. Then your eyes meet, and your smile widens even more. You walk to the microphone and address the families

“Parents and Guardians, Family and Friends of the students, first of all, thank you for supporting our music program tonight. As you know, we are raising money to be able to attend our end-of-year festival. The kids are ecstatic it is taking place in San Diego, but it's at a hotel for the whole weekend, so we still need some adult chaperones for those who have time.”

Suddenly, the most petite little boy standing on the bleachers came running to you and wrapped himself in your leg, tugging the hem of your dress. You look down, slightly startled, kneeling to the boy, letting him tug your face to his ear so he can whisper to you. You giggle and say something to the little boy

“Well, as Sebastian said, may the show go on; we will end our night with a little call out to our musical heroes among the crowd. Thank you for serving our country; nothing could be nobler than what you've chosen to do. We want to thank you guys by showing you a little piece the kids helped me choose for you. So this last piece is for any service members in the crowd.” As you step back and to the side, your kids shout Thank you and wave and have another round of applause from their parents, whistling and shouting, making their kids excited like they are exchanging engines with the crowd.

Your eyes meet Bradley's while this happens, almost as if you were talking directly to him the whole time. He inhales deeply, trying to calm himself as you return, standing in front of the massive group of kids on the risers.

As the music begins, he sees a young man, not much older than you, stepping onto the stage with a trumpet. He smiles and winks at you, and you nod at the pianist he noticed as Noah from the Hard Deck Bradley starts to chuckle, knowing exactly what song you chose after he serenaded you at the Hard Deck last weekend.

You smile as the kids sing, showing them the adorable hand gestures accompanying the song, which he knows as Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy. The kids sound small, but by the end of the song, after the fantastic trumpet solo performed by the young man on the trumpet, the whole crowd was clapping, singing, whistling, and calling out to their kids.

When the song finishes, you walk to the side and gesture to the trumpet player, who bows and then to you, whistling and shouting as you take one more bow and gesture to Noah, who waves at the clapping and cheering crowd. Bradley did a whistle for you, which made your head whip his way with a huge smile; you quickly ran to the microphone.

“Friends and Family, please meet all the performers in the main hallway. Thank you so much for coming, and if you still want to donate, our boosters will be at a table in the hall!” Immediately, kids dispersed towards the exits, families slowly getting up and shuffling out of the gymnasium.

Bradley makes his way to the stage when a grip stops him. He knows and knows well, but right as he's turning to Jake, he sees the young man who played the trumpet, stopping you halfway down the stairs by grabbing your elbow. This makes Bradley immediately jerk his arm, which in turn makes both men stare daggers at the man who you seem to try to be pulling away from.

Once the men reach earshot, they hear you saying, “I know I didn't tell you, but that's not my fault, James. He is my family…” That's when he makes eye contact with a very angry-looking Bradley and Jake staring back at him. He lets go, and you turn. “Rooster, you made it.” you came barreling down the stairs and jumping in his arms. He wraps his arms around you, squeezing tightly and hesitantly stepping back.

Bradley holds out the bouquet of wildflowers he had put together at the market, which makes your face light up. “Thank you, Bradley, so much. I have to appear to families, but I'll be back.”

That being said, you reach up on your tiptoes, gently kiss him on his cheek, and scurry through the doors the families had gone. When Bradley looks back to Jake, he glares into the darkness or the wings of the stage, grumbling, “Coward walked right off when we came up. I don't like that guy Bradshaw. I may not like you, but that makes me even worse.”

Bradley shakes his head, looking to see anything as well, then turns to Jake, but he puts his hand up. “Don't I know you're going to try and explain yourself, and please don't. Just don't be an idiot,” he turns, coming chest to chest with Bradley. “Or I will know Bradshaw.”

Before Bradley can say anything, Jake turns and is nearly stomping back towards the Daggers, who are helping to reset the seats with a few teachers and Noah. They are smiling, some guys are flirting with younger teachers there, and Phoenix and Bob are messing around and pushing each other. He starts to make his way toward them when he hears giggling, and a young-sounding girl clears her throat, which makes him immediately turn on his heel toward her.

When he comes face to face with a short blonde girl standing shyly now in front of a group of other girls who are whispering and giggling to each other, he clears his throat, saying, “Hello, young ladies, uh, what may I do for you?” the girl in front of him looks down then finally after one of the girls in the back pipes up saying “just ask him Maxie he's nice!”

Bradley kneels to her eye level, realizing his height on the girls. Having not been around many children, being in the service doesn't give him many opportunities to be around them, but he loves them. When he finally meets eyes with the young girl, he smiles, saying, “What's this question I'm hearing all about?”

She smiles and says, “Can you help us roll the risers off stage? Their heavy. Mr. Nelson left. Miss.S usually has him help us.” Bradley, at this point, lets the little girl grab by the hand to have the group drag him to the stage. He looks behind him to find you finally standing back in the gym, laughing at him with Phoenix. All the little girls bombard him with questions like how tall he is, if he fights in planes with Miss.S’s brother, Why he’s called Rooster.

Then, finally, one little curly red-headed girl makes his feet come to a halt from pushing the risers into the wings when she yells out, “Are you, Miss. S’s boyfriend?” Bradley immediately shakes his head, but a woman clears her throat with a sincere but stern look, saying, “Girls, your parents are waiting.” she points to a group of parents leaning on walls waiting for their students.

The girls rush off, giggling and whispering as Bradley tries to straighten himself out and look less flustered, turning to her smiling face. “You are a real natural, aren’t you?” she says, laughing slightly, looking him up and down, walking towards the piano, and grabbing a binder. “I honestly don’t have a lot of experience with kids. I also wasn’t sure if I was invited tonight.”

When her head whips around, she looks completely shocked. “oh really, I can’t imagine any reason why you wouldn’t be,” she laughs. “so, who did you come for? Did the rest of your team drag you along?” Bradley kindly smiles but stands with his hands in his pockets

By the way, this woman is looking at him. He can tell by how she keeps licking her lips and looking him up and down; he shakes his head. “I came for F/- Miss. Seresin.” The smile on the woman’s face seems to fade immediately as he almost says your name, but she quickly recovers, throwing on the cheesiest smile he’s ever seen.

“Oh, how lovely. So you must be Carter, right?” the girl turns her head to the side in a question that makes Bradley furrow his eyebrows for a moment, looking at her, shaking his head, sticking his hand out, saying, “Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw.” At this point, the woman had met Bradley in the middle of the stage, and she grabbed his hand, pulling herself closer to him and smiling, saying in what may be described as a sultry voice, “Missus Lacy Smith.”

After dropping her hand, he steps back from the woman to avoid being nearly chest-to-chest. “I'm here 'cause I fly with Jake.” The woman's head turns to look towards where he pointed to the Dagger Sqaued in a group, laughing to see you standing with your brother's arm around you.

She shakes her head and begins to say, “So, Luetenient Bradshaw, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?” At this point, Bradley can tell she is flirting with the batting of her eyelashes and smiling like the Cheshire cat. He is speechless simply from the pure forwardness and outward distains she's shown so far, tripping over his words before he hears Jake calling from the group, “Rooster, get your lady friend, and let's go. We're meeting at the Hard Deck.”

Bradley's head immediately shoots the group's way to see you standing next to Phoenix, arms linked. The bouquet of wildflowers is gone from your person, meaning you either got rid of them or you hopefully left them in your classroom, which he felt unlikely of now, feeling the presence of earlier moving in closer to grasp his arm and looking up at him “Rooster that's so cute why do they call you that?” he moves back ungrasping her hand from his arm “just my call sign name I have to get going though it's was nice meeting you…” he trails off a moment.

She gave him a small and fake smile, saying, “Lacy, you can just call me Lacy.” With a nod, he said, “Nice to meet you,” he turned on his heels, running down to the group and making his way straight to you and Phoenix. As he makes a beeline for you, Jake goes to stop him, but Nat intercepts, and when he makes it to you, finally after what feels like forever.

You are smiling down at your shoes, and he is finally in front of you when he eventually says, “I loved the music. Your classes are very talented, but everything you do amazes me.” This small endearment makes you chuckle and look up. “I'm glad you enjoyed a lot of the kiddos have dads leaving for deployments soon, so it's a nice way to show we care.”

This makes Bradley smile. “Your student seems to know me.” he immediately notices the blush rise on your cheeks, and you start to pull on the hem of the dress. “I may have mentioned you a few times since I heard you play that Jerry Lewis song with Noah. You're just way better at the piano than I am.”

Before he can say anything else, the whole Dagger squad is near the hallway doors. Phoenix yells back to them, “C’mon, love birds, you can conversate when we have drinks in our hands and music in our ears.” “Let's go, Birdie,” Jake yells, waiting at the door threshold. You hurriedly skip past Bradley right under your brother's arm, and Bradley follows close behind, smile on his face.

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