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The Admirals Strike Back - Cyclone

Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson / Wife!Reader (Mitchell!Reader)

Word Count: 2.1 k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Consensual and Very Much Legal Age-Gap Relationship (About 15 years); Non-Traditional Father-Daughter Relationship (Between Maverick and Reader); Humor; Cyclone's a Grump; Maverick Becomes a Grump; Use of "You," No Y/N, No Physical Description; Named Simpson!OC Kids

Summary: Maverick knew that his somewhat estranged daughter was married. He just didn't know who she married.

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There was one major rule in the Simpson household. Work ended at the door. The Navy was not allowed to step inside and into your relationship. If Beau needed to deal with the Navy on his personal time, he needed to go into his office.

But Beau was going to have to break that rule tonight.

Beau could hear the sounds of your daughters from down the hall as he walked into your house and felt some of the weight already melting off of his shoulders from his long day.

“Daddy!” Maggie, your eldest daughter, squealed, slipping down from her seat.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

Beau bent down and scooped her up into his arms with a bright smile on his face. Setting her on his hip, Beau pressed a kiss to her cheek and fixed the bow in her hair.

“How was your day at school?” Beau asked, walking slowly into the kitchen.

“I got a sticker for being a good line leader!” Maggie announced, causing Beau to smile proudly at her.

“Very good, sweetie. We’re so proud of you.”

“Mommy said that I could have ice cream,” Maggie stated, causing you to turn around from the sink.

“After you finish eating your vegetables, Mags.”

“That sounds fair to me,” Beau replied, setting Maggie back down in her seat. “And I’ll throw in some sprinkles if you finish that broccoli.”

“Promise?” Maggie asked, holding up her pinky finger.

“Promise,” Beau agreed, wrapping his far larger pinky around her own.

Moving onto your younger daughter, Beau clucked his tongue with fake disapproval, causing Parker to grin and giggle up at her dad.

“Ms. Parker, you have far too much tomato sauce on your face,” Beau stated, reaching over to grab a paper towel. Gently holding your daughter’s chin, Beau wiped the sauce off of your daughter’s face before planting a kiss on her chubby cheek. “Were you a good girl for Mommy?”

“Yup!” Parker returned quickly, wearing a mischievous grin that Beau knew was going to give him heart attacks in the future.

“Mostly,” you teased your youngest as you finished up with the dishes.

“Sorry I’m late,” Beau apologized to you, walking over to give you a quick peck in greeting.

“Well, after last night, I assumed that something big was going on,” you assured your husband, setting a plate into the dishwasher.

Beau had gotten a call right around bedtime last night and he didn’t come to bed until the early morning. And you knew what that meant. Something big was going down. And as the Air Boss, your husband was going to be heavily involved. Beau glanced over at your daughters, who were still eating their dinner, before turning back to you.

“You want to break the rule, don’t you?” you guessed, turning to face your husband.

“Am I allowed to break the rule?” Beau asked, causing you to smirk a bit.

“Permission granted, Admiral. Proceed,” you replied, drying off your hands.

“Well, we needed to call in a specialist for this particular event,” Beau started off, folding his arms across his chest. “And we called in someone a little . . . familiar to you.”

You frowned for a bit, your eyes darting back and forth as you ran through the short list of Navy personnel that you were ‘familiar’ with when it suddenly clicked. Setting down the dish towel, you turned to your husband with an incredulous look.

“Maverick?”

“Yes,” Beau confirmed, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“I thought that he was taken off active-duty years ago,” you replied, causing Beau to nod.

“He was, but Iceman disagreed, and called him in.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, glancing over at the girls.

And how did you know Pete “Maverick” Mitchell? Well, you had technically known him your entire life.

Your mother and Pete Mitchell had a brief tryst that resulted in your existence. But Maverick was never very much around in your life, though you only found out recently, due to your mother’s actions. But after she passed away, you started digging to find out more about your father and reached out to Maverick.

Your relationship with your dad was very slow going. He didn’t even know that you were married to Beau. He knew that you were married with two little girls, but he didn’t know the name of your husband. He never asked. And you didn’t tell him.

“Did you want your whiskey then?” you joked quietly, spinning your wedding band around your finger.

“Not tonight,” Beau replied, straightening up. “We have an early morning tomorrow.” He took a step forward and gently took your hand into his own, rubbing your skin with his thumb. “And you’re alright? With him being in town?”

“Of course, I’m fine with that,” you returned, squeezing your husband’s hand. “I was just surprised.” Reaching up to grab your husband’s shoulders, you massaged his tense muscles. “And between the two of us, I think that you’re the one who’s less alright with him being in town.”

“I just need him to follow my orders,” Beau sighed, shaking his head.

“Oh,” you cooed, cupping your husband’s cheeks with your hands, “you’re definitely going to need some more whiskey. I’ll pick up some more tomorrow for you.”

Pressing a teasing kiss to his lips, you giggled when he pulled you in for more. And you were happy to return it, up until your daughter started screaming bloody murder.

“EW! Daddy! You have to put a dollar in the kissing jar!” Maggie yelled, pointing at the jar in the corner of the kitchen.

Similar to a swear jar, the kissing jar in your household was for when your daughters, mostly Maggie, thought that you and Beau were getting just a little too lovey dovey in front of them. The kissing jar money mostly went to ice cream or other desserts that you bought the girls, which only motivated them to call you and Beau out on it more.

“I will,” Beau promised, smiling over at Maggie. “Right after I give Mommy one last kiss.”

“That’s two dollars!” Maggie demanded as Beau pressed another kiss to your lips.

~~~~~

It was a few days after the mission and you waited with your two girls and the other families for the newly formed Dagger Squad to return to Miramar. Beau had called you yesterday from Hawaii, where the planes stopped to refuel and rest, before heading on to Miramar today. And right on time—which you expected nothing less from your husband—you spotted the planes in the distance.

Once they all landed and taxied off the runway and you were given the all clear from the grounds crew, you pointed your daughters in the direction of the plane that you knew Beau was on. Maggie took off running, already yelling for him, while Parker was happy to catch a ride from you.

“Come on, let’s go see Daddy,” you cooed to your youngest daughter before walking off.

“Who’s that woman?” Hangman wondered aloud, watching you walk across the tarmac.

“Out of your league,” Phoenix replied, not even having to glance up.

“Who do you think she’s here for?”

“Probably her spouse, judging by the toddler in her arms,” Bob added, sharing a look with his pilot.

“She’s probably . . .” Rooster trailed off, blinking with surprise at your appearance. Because you looked oddly familiar to the woman that Maverick showed him a picture of in the infirmary. Maverick mentioned that the woman was his daughter and that they were slowly reconnecting, but that they weren’t very close yet. “Holy shit. Who is she here for?”

“Did Hangman’s bullshit transfer that quickly to you? You were in his backseat for a couple of hours,” Phoenix scoffed, causing Rooster to shake his head.

“No, that’s Maverick’s daughter.”

“Maverick has a daughter?” Hangman asked, turning around.

“Yeah, one that he’s not really close with. So, who is she . . . you gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Maverick and Cyclone stepped off the plane side by side, chatting about what was to come in the next few days since Iceman’s replacement was not yet decided. But before Cyclone could get too wrapped up in the conversation, Warlock tapped Cyclone on the arm and gestured towards the hangar.

Cyclone turned and instantly smiled when he spotted Maggie running towards him, pumping her little arms to run as fast as she could. You trailed behind her with Parker on your hip, but you waved to him as soon as you locked eyes. Maverick followed Cyclone’s gaze, expecting the daughters that Cyclone mentioned very briefly in passing to be teenagers.

But when little six-year-old Maggie leapt into her dad’s waiting arms, Maverick was quietly surprised.

“You’re back!”

“I am back, yes,” Cyclone agreed, hugging his daughter to his chest. “Did you miss me?”

“Yeah, a lot! And Mommy was sad without you!”

“Well, she does like me just a little bit,” Cyclone joked, setting his daughter on his hip. “Were you a good girl for her?”

“Like I promised,” Maggie agreed, holding up her pinky finger. “Parker threw up though.”

“When?” Cyclone asked, instantly concerned.

“Mommy said that she ate too fast and then ran around too much,” Maggie replied, shrugging her shoulders. “It was a few days ago.”

“Daddy!” Parker yelled, causing Beau to look away from Maggie.

You set down a wiggling Parker onto the ground, letting her run the last of the way to her dad. And then you turned to face your own, who was staring at you in shock. You shot him a sheepish smile.

“Surprise,” you breathed out, waving to Maverick, who waved dumbly back.

Cyclone, meanwhile, picked up Parker and held both of his girls. Pressing a kiss to both of their cheeks, Cyclone walked over to you. Turning away from Maverick, you smiled up at your husband and gently cupped his cheeks to pull him in for a soft kiss.

“You’re finally home,” you sighed in relief, rubbing his cheeks with your thumb.

“We’re all home. In one piece,” Cyclone reported, causing you to let out a breath.

Pulling your husband in for another kiss, you wrapped your arms around your little family for a moment. In the background, Hondo slowly waved his hand in front of Maverick’s eyes, shocked himself at the turn of events, but far more amused than Maverick was about it. Pulling away from your husband, you turned to greet your dad.

“Hey, Mav,” you called softly, walking over to him. You gave him a quick hug and squeeze in greeting, all while waiting for his reaction to actually drop. “How are you?”

“Shocked,” Maverick replied, glancing between you and Cyclone. “You . . . he’s your husband?”

“For the past eight years,” Cyclone stated, adjusting his hold on your daughters.

“But . . .” Maverick blinked rapidly, turning back to you. “I mean, isn’t he a bit . . .”

“He is still your superior officer,” Cyclone reminded Maverick, causing you to shoot him the same look that you always did when he got a bit snappy during Navy social events.

“Yes, we’re aware that there’s an age gap between us,” you assured your dad, turning back to Maverick.

“How did the two you of you even meet?”

“Well, I had this ad up on a sugar baby website and—”

“—You know that I don’t like that joke,” Cyclone interjected, causing you to shoot him a playful smile while Maverick’s heart attack receded.

“We met at a wedding actually. Mutual friends. We sat next to each other at the same table and spent most of the night talking. I managed to convince him to dance and then we got together about two weeks after that.”

“Ten days,” Cyclone replied, pressing a kiss to Maggie’s head.

“And these are your daughters?” Maverick asked, looking over at your girls.

“Yes, this is Maggie. She’s six. And that’s Parker. She’s three,” you introduced, pointing out your daughters to Maverick.

“They’re beautiful,” Maverick commented, causing Cyclone to nod towards you.

“They get it from her.”

Maverick nodded in return and you and Cyclone excused yourselves, walking off to greet Warlock’s family. He blinked dumbly, still in disbelief that the fact that his daughter was married to someone like Cyclone of all people. Cyclone? Really? The man was an outstanding aviator, but he was probably at least fifteen years older than you and a stick in the mud.

Hondo’s barely contained laughter caused Maverick to turn towards the warrant officer.

“What?”

“Well, isn’t it ironic that for all the crap that they give you for running around with Penny, an admiral’s daughter, that your own daughter married an admiral? And Cyclone at that.”

“Shut up, Hondo,” Maverick sighed, causing Hondo to burst out laughing and nudge him in the arm.

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Rumours: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader

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You don’t know about the affair, not until Beau tells you.

Apparently, a couple of the graduates were off base one night and caught sight of their Vice Admiral in his civvies, leaving a restaurant with a woman in a little black dress. The heat in his gaze when he looked at her…

It’s clear they’re sleeping together.

There are other sightings. All of Beau with the same woman, all in compromising positions. Stolen kisses in doorways when it’s raining, his hand resting on her hip as he leads her from the theatre, whispering something salacious into her ear.

His poor wife, they say, sitting at home waiting for him while he’s out playing the field.

It’s at a retirement dinner for one of the Majors that the scuttlebutt reaches its peak. He’s seen leaving early with one of the JAG officers, a Lieutenant Commander, his hand on her lower back as he holds open the car door.

Beau doesn’t realise he’s a topic of conversation until Warlock approaches him. It’s becoming an issue, the other man tells him, you’re losing their respect.

Over what? he asks and then Warlock is forced to tell him.

He’s confused at first because not once in your entire relationship has ever he stepped out on you, the thought hasn’t even crossed his mind despite the deployments. He listens as Warlock recounts the events and he checks each one of them off in his head and he realises in every single occurrence the woman that he’s been seen with…

It's you.

It’s only when they bring Maverick in for a chat do they understand what’s happened.

There’s a lot of fresh faces on base and you’ve been deployed for over six months. They’ve all just assumed that his wife is the little lady that runs the house he lives in, like most of the other Vice Admiral’s wives. Never seen, never heard from. Just existing in the background.

It doesn’t help that you kept your maiden name when you married or the fact that Beau hates clutter, so he doesn’t keep so much as a picture on his desk. Why would he? He has them all on his phone.

You find the whole thing hilarious when he comes home and tells you that night. You’re sitting in front of the coffee table, your files spread out across it as you make notes in your legal pad, wearing  his old college t-shirt and a pair of paint splattered leggings.

The two of you have a perfectly good dining table in the kitchen, but you never use it. The living room is your space, the soft sound of Norah Jones playing in the background and the scent of wild sage and sea salt from the candle you have burning on the mantlepiece.

“It’s not funny.” He tells you as he sits down on the floor alongside of you, his elbows resting on his knees. “I don’t know what to do about it.”

“The woman you’re having an affair with is actually your wife.” You remind him, tapping your pen upon the legal pad. “It’s a little funny.”

“You know I’d never…” He trails off as his lips brush over the curve of your shoulder because the thought of it is so repugnant to him. He doesn’t want to think about another woman in your bed, trying to take your place.

“I know.” You tell him, inclining your head so that he can read the honesty in your expression. “I would never either.”

He’s never doubted you, not for a minute.

His thumb trails along your jaw, guiding your mouth to his and he kisses you with a tenderness he reserves for no one else. He loves these moments, the ones where it’s just the two of you, at home, simply being with one another.

“Show and tell.” You say softly as his hands begin to wander, his lips seeking out that delicious little spot just underneath the hinge of your jaw, the one that makes you say his name.

“Hm.” He mumbles distractedly as his fingertips delve under the hem of the t-shirt, skirting along the line of your bra.

“I mean it Beau.” You utter, your head tipping back as he guides the shirt up and over your body, before tossing it onto the couch.

“I’ll take it into consideration.” He whispers against your skin as his fingers tug at the waistband of your leggings. “Right now, I’ve got other things I want to focus on.”

***

Beau chooses to address the issue with the Top Gun graduates. They’re fierce, loyal and above all else, he knows that they’ll put a stop to those rumours that are circulating the base. He can’t have his subordinates doubting him, he needs them to trust him, in the field and off it. News of an affair erodes that, it makes him seem duplicitous, makes them question his motives and that leads to mistakes. People get hurt or worse killed. So, yea, now he’s taking your advice, he’s doing show and tell.

“Final order of business.” He says as he stands in front of them, hands clasped together. “I need to address the rumours regarding the affair I’m having with a JAG officer.”

He senses the mood shift, backs straighten, and all eyes are on him. He nods at Warlock, whose waiting at the side door before he opens it. There’s a low murmur when you step inside, a few elbow nudges because the source of the scuttlebutt has now entered the room and is now standing alongside their Rear Admirable clad in a navy-blue JAG uniform.

Briefly Beau wonders what they expect from this latest development.

Maybe the whole, we’re just colleagues’ speech.

“This is my wife.” He introduces you to the group. “She’s a Lieutenant Commander in JAG and recently returned from a six-month deployment overseas. If you need an attorney, she’s the best we’ve got.”

It’s true, you excel at your position, and he couldn’t be prouder of you. You’ve achieved so much throughout your career and one of the reasons he’s here today is because he hates the idea of your successes being diminished by gossip.

“You have two minutes for questions.” He tells the graduates before folding his arms over his chest.

Phoenix is the first one to speak up, she raises her hand and Beau inclines his head towards her.

“How long have you been married?” She asks, leaning forward on her desk.

“Seven…” You pause because the deployments make it harder to keep track, you’ve been away for some anniversaries and home for others. You look to Beau for clarification.

“Eight.” He says, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a small smile because he knows you can never remember the exact timings. The only reason he does is because he’s meticulous about putting information into his calendar.

“Eight years.” You correct yourself. “Together for three before that.”

Rooster is next up; his elbows are on his desk before he raises two fingers.

“How does it work with the deployments?”

“Patience.” Beau informs the Lieutenant, rubbing his palm across his jawline. “Open communication.”

You don’t know the graduates, this is the first time you’ve met them, but you think you can see something underneath Rooster’s demeanour.  There’s a reason he asked that question, so you elaborate.

“You have to be honest with each other, talk about your feelings, the good ones and the bad ones especially on the lead up to it.” You reiterate before gesturing between you and Beau. “We talk as often as we can, keep each other up to date with what’s going on in our lives, even if it’s just the day-to-day stuff. If one of us doesn’t get in contact for a few days, we try not to take it too personally. I know that life on the base can get hectic and he knows sometimes you can’t just get a signal in the middle of the Pacific.”

That gets a little laugh and it’s good to see that there’s a little humour in them. You hate it when people take themselves too seriously.

“Care packages.” Beau supplements into the conversation.

“Oh, sometimes when I’m away he sends me things from home, and I send him stuff from my travels.” You tell the group, leaning back against the podium at the front of the room. “Just a little something to say we’re thinking of each other.”

You can see you’ve given Rooster some food for thought. You wonder what his circumstances are, if there’s a girl in the background, he’s thinking of getting serious about.

“Have you ever thought about giving it up?” Hangman asks, a cocktail stick dangling out of his mouth. “The job for the sake of the marriage?”

Another one with something on his mind, you think. Although you don’t spy a wedding ring on his finger, you suspect something that might be heading that way. You’re good at reading people, it comes in handy in the courtroom.

“Yea.” You answer honestly, with a small shrug of the shoulders. “We’ve talked about it a few times, but this is who I am, the same way it’s who he is. Neither of us will compromise on that, if it’s right you shouldn’t have to.”

Hangman nods knowingly before Beau interrupts.

“Alright, your two minutes is up.” His palm comes to rest upon your lower back, thumb skating over the vertebrae. “We have other places to be, so good luck with your training.”

It isn’t until you reach the corridor outside that he slows his step. The two of you find yourself alone for a minute, a rarity on such a busy military base. You lean against one wall, while he stands rigid in front of the other, both hands coming to rest on his hips.

“Those were some tough questions, right?” He asks you, his mouth setting into a grim line before he looks at you.

“That last one…” You shake your head. “The job for the sake of the marriage, that felt a little too close to home.”

Beau nods his agreement before his gaze meets yours.

“You know I’d never…”

“No, I know.” You assure him, pushing away from the wall and coming to stand before him. You reach for his collar straightening it just a little, despite the fact it didn’t require any intervention. “But it is getting harder to leave.”

Then don’t. He wants to say but instead he bites his tongue because he’s a good husband and it’s a lot more complicated than that. Your palms come to rest on his chest, he can tell you’re preoccupied with something. It’s in the way your brows crease just a little.

“What is it?” He asks you, studying your expression for clues.

You’re interrupted by the door opening as Warlock steps out into the corridor, the encrypted tablet clasped in his hands.

“We have a full schedule today...” He pauses, his finger lingering over the calendar as the two of you step apart. “I can give you a minute.”

“He’s all yours Solomon.” You say with a smile as you draw away from him.

He can already feel you slipping through his fingers, he isn’t sure what it is that gives him that sensation but it’s acute. There’s a trepidation in the pit of his stomach, something he only gets when it comes to your deployments but it’s far too soon for that. You’ve barely been home more than a couple of weeks.

“I’ll catch up with you later.” You promise before turning on your heel and striding down the corridor with purpose.

It reminds him for the moment of the first time he saw you, walking into the courtroom with your head held high, that black leather legal binder tucked under your arm. He’d been sitting in the gallery watching the trial of an Ensign accused of smuggling coke through produce in the kitchens. The idiot had been under his command at the time and elected for a court martial. You had eviscerated his case; it was both beautiful and painful to watch.

He spends the rest of the afternoon distracted, wishing the two of you had had a chance to finish that conversation.

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Do I? - Beau Simpson x Reader

a/n: I've been wanting to write for Beau for a while (I love Jon Hamm and this is a hill I am willing to die on), so here's my first one for him. Inspired loosely by Do I? by Luke Bryan.

pairing: Beau Simpson x reader

warnings/content: angst to fluff, mentions of divorce if you squint, Beau being kinda soft, allusions to smut, allusions to child ab*se, Beau doesn't always know how to show his emotions but damn it he tries his best.

word count: 1.9k

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Do I turn you on at all when I kiss you, baby? Does the sight of me wanting you drive you crazy? Do I have your love? Am I still enough? Tell me don't I? Or tell me, do I, baby Give you everything that you ever wanted? Would you rather just turn away and leave me lonely? Do I just need to give up and get on with my life? Tell me, baby do I get one more try?

Beau grumbled as he walked through the door, his keys dropping into the catch-all dish on the table with a clatter. His brows knit together as he looked around the room, searching for any sign of you being home. His tired blue-green eyes blinked as he raked a hand over his face, trying to wake himself up as he searched the house for you. Calling your name to no response, he furrowed his brow as he pulled his phone from his pocket. He frowned as he saw there were zero missed calls and zero missed messages from you, a sign that you were truly mad at him this time. 

He let out an exhausted sigh as he slumped into the armchair in the living room, picking up a discarded baseball your son had forgotten to put away and rolling it in his hands, over his fingers and back as his mind ran over the events that unfolded that morning.

He hadn’t meant to be cold towards you or Dylan. He’d been stressed and overworked, struggling with an upcoming mission that he had to plan out, trying to ensure the right team was put together for the job. Combing through dozens of personnel files until his eyes were sore, staying up all hours of the night trying to create an action plan, briefing notes - he rarely left base anymore. He knew you’d felt neglected, and God, he hated making you feel that way. He hated that you felt unwanted, unloved, and yet, you did everything you could to still make life easier for him. He knew he didn’t deserve that. In fact, he knew he didn’t deserve you–your patience, your understanding, your love and affection. He didn’t deserve to be Dylan’s father either, not that he’d been a particularly good one anyway. 

Dylan had a baseball tournament coming up, and you’d asked Beau if he’d be able to make it. Dylan’s team had never been invited to play before, but they’d managed to make it to a statewide tournament, teams from all over California would be there with their children, ages 8-10. The Coronado Crowns were having a record season, and Dylan had begun to emerge as their star pitcher. When you’d asked him about it, he’d had a dozen other things on his mind - he couldn’t even remember you mentioning it in the first place, if he was honest. He figured he’d hummed along in response, not hearing what you’d said, but not wanting to give off the impression he wasn’t listening. 

Unaware of what he’d agreed to, Beau bounded down the stairs this morning, his footsteps heavy as he headed to the kitchen. He was running late, and barely had time to have coffee with you, but he was determined to at least kiss you good morning before heading out the door. You’d frowned at him when you saw him in uniform, and immediately, his mind began to race, running through a list of scenarios that could have upset you. He wasn’t the most romantic husband - he knew that, but he was sure he’d never forgotten an anniversary or a birthday. It wasn’t until Dylan came down in his baseball uniform, his duffel bag packed for the four-day tournament slung over his shoulder. His face fell as he looked at Beau, an instant wave of guilt washing over Beau’s face.

“I’m sorry, I forgot, buddy, listen, I really have to get this done at work, I have a briefing scheduled for today, I can’t miss it,” Beau had explained, trying to reason with his 9 year old son. 

“I get it, Dad, it’s ok,” Dylan shrugged before sitting down at the breakfast nook for some scrambled eggs. 

“We’re leaving at 10, get to Oakland for about 8 tonight,” you explained, nodding your head as you forced a smile in Dylan’s direction.

Beau let out a frustrated sigh, of course you weren’t home now - you left four hours ago. You were halfway to Oakland by this point. He leaned his head back against the chair, shutting his eyes for a moment as he dragged his hand over his face once more. He knew he’d fucked up. He knew he’d let you both down. He checked his phone again. If he left now, he could probably make it to you and Dylan by 11 if he made minimal stops on his way. He could make this right, he could show up tonight, surprise you - surprise Dylan in the morning when he woke up, spend the weekend being the father and husband he’d failed to be for the last month or so. 

Beau bolted up the stairs, quickly changing out of his uniform and into more relaxed, civilian clothes. He grabbed a bag from the closet and began to shove some clean clothes inside, showing little care about keeping them neat or organized. He headed to the bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant and his razor, tossing them all into the bag in a hurry. Bounding back down the staircase, he stepped into his running shoes and flew out the door with his keys and bag in hand. A well-loved baseball cap from his college days sat in the front seat - a relic he’d meant to bestow to Dylan but forgotten about. He placed the cap on his head, sporting it backwards, just as he would have done 30+ years ago when he got it. 

As he drove down the interstate, he thought about the ways he could apologize to you. His mind ran through all the things you liked, the romantic gestures he’d heard you mention, the different romcom tropes you loved - anything he could think of that could make up for what he’d lacked in as a husband. When he stopped for dinner, pulling into a fast-food restaurant just off the highway, he contemplated what he’d say when you asked him if he was insane, knowing that was exactly how you’d respond to hearing that he drove down after all, determined not to miss a minute of Dylan’s tournament. He thought about how he’d pull you in close, giving you an emblazoned, passionate kiss as he held you in his arms, giving a rare, dramatic, public display of affection. He yawned as he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel you were staying at with Dylan, finding an open spot next to your car. He got out, smiling fondly as he spotted the bedazzled steering wheel cover that he always teased you about - the one he’d begrudgingly bought for your birthday when you’d asked for it, pretending to find it ridiculous when really, he was admiring you for it, for being so unashamedly yourself. It was a quality he was jealous of in you - he’d been brought up in an old-school military family, taught to be seen and not heard, to blend in with everyone else and to remain reserved the majority of the time. He rarely cracked a smile outside of the house, and really, even wearing a baseball cap outside of a Padres game was unlike him. 

He approached the front desk with a look of pure determination on his face, his bag clutched in his hand. Once he made it to your room, he rapped on the door with a gentle knock, trying not to make too much noise in the hopes he didn’t wake Dylan. You opened the door, looking ready to chew out whoever it was knocking for waking you, but your look of anger quickly dissipated as you wrapped your arms around Beau tightly. 

“You flew down here?!” You whispered excitedly, arms draped around his neck.

“No, flights were booked,” Beau shook his head with a chuckle, a soft smile forming on his lips, “I drove.”

“You…you drove?”

“Mhmm, all nine hours. I’m surprised I made it before midnight, I finished my briefing early, managed to get the plans set for the mission, and then got home and realized I had time to fix things with you and Dylan.”

“He’ll be so excited. He was devastated at the thought of you not making it to see him play.”

“Look, I have to talk to you, ok?” He began, shaking his head as he let out an awkward chuckle, frowning as he tried to collect his thoughts.

“I’ve been the worst husband to you. I know I have. I know I’ve made you feel unloved, and unwanted, and unimportant, and I’m sorry. I never wanted to make you feel that way. I’ve never wanted our marriage to be strained over my work, and I know my job is demanding and it’s difficult some days for me to put you and Dylan first - but believe me, I love you two more than anything. You know that, right? And, I know you probably aren’t happy with me - I don’t blame you. I know you probably wanted to divorce me ten minutes ago, and you’re complete right in thinking that - I would have deserved it.”

You pressed your lips to his gently, interrupting his rambling with a soft, tender kiss. He pulled away gently, reaching up to take the baseball cap off of his head before ducking down to kiss you again. He pulled away after a moment, breathless and blissful as he gazed at you.

“So, am I still enough for you? Do you want me to leave or do I get another chance?”

“You’ve always been enough, Beau,” you shook your head, beaming up at him, “Even when you forget commitments and you get caught up with work, or when you don’t always say the right thing, you always make up for it and try to fix things, and that’s one of the things I love about you. You drove nine hours when you realized you couldn’t catch a flight down here because you realized how much it meant to Dylan and I for you to be here. I don’t know many other men who’d drop everything on a dime to do that.”

“I guess that’s true,” he nodded, shaking his head in disbelief before leaning in to kiss your cheek. “I mean it though, I really think you could have done better than a middle-aged Admiral who can’t show his emotions very well and doesn’t know how to prioritze anything correctly.”

“You’re right, I could have, but where’s the fun in that?” You teased, taking the baseball cap from his hand and placing it back on his head, backwards.

“By the way, Beau, you should wear a hat like this more often.” 

“Yeah? You think so?”

You bit your lip seductively, holding back a wicked grin as you looked up at him, nodding your head, “Kinda makes me wanna show you just how much I love you.”

“Dylan’s asleep in here,” he laughed, shaking his head as his cheeks flushed.

“Dylan is sleeping in Ryder’s room, three doors away, actually.”

Beau’s eyes widened slightly, his hands drifting down to your hips. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at you, turning his head to the side to scan the room, seeing that, you were in fact, alone. When he turned, you caught a glimpse of the salt and pepper streaks that ran through his hair on the side of his head, the sight alone almost enough to make you melt. 

“Well, in that case, let me show you just how sorry I am.” 

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*Im feeling really iffy about this part but dont know what to or if I should change anything so let me know if you like it! If you dont let me know that too lol, Im all about honesty!*

Also I just want to say that I read for so many of you, and its beyond a fangirl moment to see a few of you comment of my post. Honestly like feet kicking fangirl moment to see people whose stuff I religiously read (I have a separate page to read on) comment on my work <3

PART 1 

MasterList

That night you could feel the tension in your shoulders growing every second that clicked down. You knew Beau would be upset about the stunt you pulled today. He already hated how you flew, but then to add the death spiral with your dad onto that.. You were sure to get an earful not only from the Admiral but from your husband. After thanking the babysitter, making dinner and watching a movie with Emery and putting her to bed, you're standing in the shower. The water is so hot you know you'll have heat rash when you get out but you don't care. You feel the need to burn the day away. 

The bathroom door opening and softly clicking shut doesn't shock you. You knew what time it was when you got in, ten minutes until he would pull in the driveway. Again the ever meticulous man, he arrived home exactly when he said he would. What does shock you is when you hear the soft rumple of him taking his clothes off before he steps into the shower behind you. He hisses slightly as he reaches around to turn the temperature down, before wrapping his arms around your waist. Beau rests his forehead against your damp hair but stays silent. 

One of his hands slides slowly up from your hip, over your breast to your throat and then grips your jaw. When he turns your face to his, he immediately presses his lips to yours. It's soft and reassuring, it's exactly what you need and it makes you love him even more that you don't have to ask or tell him what you need he just knows. It lasts long minutes, the two of you just standing under the infinity spray and kissing lovingly. When you pull away, you turn around and show your appreciation for him by washing his hair and body. Beau is an acts of service kind of lover, as someone who is always doing for others he loves it when you do little things for him. 

Every meal that you cook is the best thing he's ever eaten. When his laundry is done and put away before he has a chance to do it, he considers it the third best day of his life. Any time you do anything for him, he acts like you've just handed him the most prized treasure. For you it's easy to take care of him, there's so much he does for you on a daily basis . It's second nature to come home, or spend your day off doing things like that. Its one of the things that makes your relationship work out so well. 

You were a slightly harder beast to contain. Your love language was a mixture of Physical touch, which Beau has never complained about. Words of affirmation and quality time, which given your father leaving you constantly, made sense. Beau never struggled to give you his words, he would constantly tell you how much he loved and adored you. How he couldn't picture his life without you. How you were the greatest gift life could ever have given him and how he could never be grateful enough. Time though, with his job and yours was something harder. It was a delicate balance that in the beginning you both struggled to learn. But it was something that once you got down, was down.  

Once out of the shower, Beau quickly dressed before kissing your temple and leaving the room. You didn't have to wonder where he was going, he had the same routine every night. He would walk the house, checking that every window was locked, the front and back doors were fully closed and deadbolted before he set the alarm. Then he would grab two bottles of water from the kitchen, check that your daughter was still covered and sleeping before making his way back to your shared room. 

When he entered you were sitting criss cross one the bed dressed in a shirt that was almost as old as you were. He loved when you wore his clothes but would never understand why you insisted on sleeping in shirts that were so old they should've been threadbare. He approached slowly. Grabbing your hair brush from the nightstand and telling you with a hand gesture to turn around. Once your back was facing him, he stayed standing while drying and brushing your hair. When he was done, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before putting the towels on the hook and leaving your hair brush on your dresser. 

In bed he watched silently still as you ran your fingers up and down his torso. He knew you needed to talk, that you would when you were ready, he just needed to be patient and wait. It really wasn't something he was good at, but he did his best. His efforts paid off though when you sighed and turned on your back, refusing to look at him as you spoke. “I'll never be good enough for him.. I took every single one of them down today, himself included, and when we landed the first person he went after was Bradley… I guess I was mean to him though..” 

Beau propped himself up on his elbow so he could see your face better. He adored the way you got this little V between your eyebrows when you were thinking. But he hated the way you were doubting yourself over this man again. He had worked so hard to help you build yourself back up, he wasn't going to let Maverick tear you down again. “Sweetheart, you are allowed to be mean to him.. He left you so many times. Not only growing up but then he left for good when you were still really young. His constant need to take care of Bradshaw instead of you doesn't make any sense. I understand wanting to be there for the kid because of Goose. But he never should've left his own child behind. You're 38, he left when you were seventeen. I met you at 26, we got married a year later, got pregnant with our daughter a year later and have now been together for 12 years and have a beautiful 9 year old. He knows none of that. He deserves your anger, baby.”

Turning on your side you looked up at the man who had given you the entire world. Who continued every day to give you everything he could. Beau smiled sadly, raising one hand to brush some hair away from your face as he looked at you. “I promise if you were anywhere out of line, I would tell you. But him expecting you to just put all that pain and betrayal behind you because he's here now, especially when it's not like he's here for you, is unacceptable.” Leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, he felt more than heard you sigh. “I want you to try to remember though, you're not that little girl anymore. You're a Captain in the United States Navy, a wonderful and devoted mother. The most amazing wife any man could ever ask for. You've come so far.. And all without him. Don't let him tear you down again Baby.” 

Beau hated the tears that started to fill your lash line, the way you chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to hide what you were really feeling. He gently used his thumb to pull it from between your teeth before he attached his own. He tried desperately to put every ounce of his love and faith in that one kiss. He felt pretty accomplished at it when you pulled away with a small dazed smile and rolled over. Blindly you reached back and felt for his arm. Chuckling he moved to place his wrist in your hand, allowing you to pull him closer to you. There was no doubt that he would have moved himself, but he allowed you the choice sometimes. With one arm under your pillow bent to thread his fingers through your hair, and one around your waist he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before falling into a deep sleep.

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Mornings and you did not get along. Unlike your childhood best friend, when the sun came up you were not enthused. This was something you had in common with your husband but he managed it far better than you. This was proven every single morning when he rose far before you. He dedicated his mornings to his daughter. If he was home, he was the one to wake her up, help her through her morning routine and make breakfast. So it was no shock when you rolled out of bed and made your way to the kitchen, that you could smell coffee. 

Your daughter's light giggles warmed your heart in a way that nothing else ever could. Beau shushed her while chuckling himself, “Mommys still sleeping sweetheart, gotta be quiet. No waking momma bear.” That made you smile, momma bear was what they started to call you because you always grumbled in the morning. Leaning in the kitchen doorway you had to bite your lip to keep from combusting when you found Beau in a tight shirt and sweats. Your daughter on his hip, her head rested on his shoulder as he made breakfast. It didn't matter that she was 9, almost 10, he swore he would hold her like that until she told him to stop. The man even joked about going to the gym more if it meant he could. 

“Daddy?” Emery said softly, still half asleep, “Do you love momma like I do?” Beau chuckled, turning to kiss his daughter's soft hair before answering. “The way I love your mother is different. One day when you're older you'll understand that there are different types of love. But yes, I love your mom so, so, so much. Probably more than anyone in this whole world. Just like I love you more than anyone else, but shh dont tell your mom I said that.” Readjusting his hold on her, he hands her the spatula and leans down a bit. “Now flip this french toast so we can go wake momma bear up.” 

You bit the tip of your thumb, knowing that without even trying this man put every little broken piece of you back into place. Both of their faces lit up when they turned to see you in the doorway, Emery wiggling to get out of her fathers arms and run towards you with a happy squeal. Lifting her easily (Thanks on base gym) you kissed her cheek noisily before padding over and kissing Beau. By the blush on your cheeks and the slightly too heated (for in front of your 9 year old)  kiss, he knows you heard what he said. When you pull back he lays his forehead against yours, both of you laughing when Em reaches up and presses her head up to both of yours too. 

This family, these two people, they are your entire life. 

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The base is up to its normal hustle when you arrive later that morning, having dropped Em off at school before coming to work. That's almost as shocking as you having two bags in your hand as you made your way towards the Vice Admirals office. You knew he did this on purpose. It was a way for him to get you into his office without having to track you down or call you. Normally it wouldn't matter, but with so many people who knew you he felt like he needed to be more careful than normal. 

Warlock smiled and nodded in greeting as he left Cyclones office, pushing the door open for you as you walked in. Beaus' face was annoyed until he looked up and noticed you. “Is there a problem, Captain?” Beau said teasingly as you walked towards him.  “You forgot your lunch” You said, setting it down and crossing your arms. Your amused smile and eyebrow lift told him that you didn't really believe he had forgotten it. He pushed his chair back and patted the desk, signaling for you to come stand in front of him. When he scooted forward with his legs spread and rested his forehead against your stomach with a sigh you gently ran your hand through his hair. “I think we should publicly tell people after this mission, I'm tired of sneaking around on base.. Especially with Maverick and Rooster here.. The way that boy looks at you..” Beaus voice trails off with a huff. 

He felt your body sag slightly, as relief flooded your veins. You understood the need to keep everything under wraps, and had never minded keeping your relationship close to the chest. But damn if it wouldn't be nice to be able to drive one car to work. To not have to play the word game every time someone asks you about your home life. You could invite people over, make some friends that lasted outside of base. Just as fast as those thoughts came though so did others. Knowing that rumors of Nepotism already spread about you, and were about to become worse. 

That there would be people who would swear you moved through the ranks as quickly as you did because you were sleeping with Cyclone. You wouldn't be surprised if Ice had to step in and shut down an investigation. But at the end of the day, you would deal with anything that happened if you could just allow others to see how happy you were with the man in front of you. So you agreed, staying in the same position for a few minutes. 

Mavericks' voice outside the door caused you to tense, hearing him ask Warlock if Cyclone was in the office. The older man moved to stand in front of the door, even though the windows were frosted, he didn't want to take any chances that Mav would try to bust in without knocking. Beaus hands started to move their way up your thighs to the waistband of your khakis as Warlock told Maverick that it wasn't a good time and he would need to come back much later. The two continued to argue as you felt your husband start to pull your pants down. 

When you looked down there was a mischievous glint in his green eyes as he pressed kisses to every spot of skin that he slowly uncovered. When the hallway was once again quiet he stood pressing your chest down to the cool wood of his desk before moving from behind you. It was a test, one that had been performed many times. He would leave you there as he went to lock the door, you would either stay put and behave, or you would move, being a brat. It was his unspoken way of letting you decide how you wanted it. It gave you all the power in a silent exchange. 

You stayed still, knowing that what you really wanted and needed was reassurance that you could make it through what was sure to be a bullshit day. When he made his way back over to you, he leaned down and pressed his lips to your cheek as his hands pushed your shirt up slightly. His voice was low and husky as he worked to undo his own belt and pants. “I know you're nervous about today. About all those idiots you have to go and deal with.” Its always amazed you how fast you get wet for this man. The few experiences you had before he were all severely lacking, all it took from Cyclone was a look and you were drenched. 

Normally Beau would do some serious foreplay, but here, with you pressed against his desk there was no time. He was never sure if it was the power he had over you in his office, in this position or the fact that anyone could hear you that got him as hard as it did. But it was always amazing, slowly he pressed into you groaning quietly as he bottomed out. He wants to stay here, with his chest pressed against your back, bottomed out deep inside his beautiful wife. But when you rock your hips back and push him just a tiny bit deeper he remembers why he is doing this. 

“That's right, you need to remember who you are. You're not heartbroken or lost anymore, you're a badass Naval Aviator. You dominate the sky, and my heart. Your a fucking goddess walking amoungst men.” His words as he rocks slowly and deeply inside you cause you to clench around him hard. It pains him to pull out, but as soon as he does he's turned you around pressing your back to the desk instead. His hands wrapping your thighs around his hips before moving one to rest his forearm next to your head. His favorite thing to do is watch your face, while yours is to close your eyes and hear the sounds both of you make. 

Beau as a man was a visual creature. He wanted to see what he was doing to you. Watch as your eyes rolled back, as your mouth fell open, as your brows pulled together. He wanted to see the sweat that beaded and rolled down your skin. Whereas you got off harder if you could hear him. If you could hear the way his skin slapped against yours, the way the desk would make a groaning noise as the weight of your bodies pressed against it. When he would gasp or moan it was like the best porn ever. 

His movements were unhurried, even if they really should have been. He pushed back into you at a steady but slow pace, worshiping the time he got with you before he had to watch you walk away. When you couldn't take the slow pace anymore though you pushed at his shoulders until he pulled back. His bare ass hitting his chair only a second before you were in his lap. “Oh fuck, thats right, take what you want..” His words were slowly seeping in, replacing the nervousness and doubt. Reminding you that while you were Y/n Mitchell. You are now Captain Y/n ‘Valkyrie’ Mitchell-Simpson. You had no reason to be nervous or scared because fuck the rest of those guys. You were the best of the best. 

Slamming down onto your husband's cock he had to reach up and cover your mouth. Because while he was sure his best friend knew what was going on in here, he didn't need anyone to over hear it. Your hands found Beaus' hair pulling roughly as you bounced in his lap. One of his hands over your mouth the other digging into your hip, in a way that was sure to leave little bruises. He feels the whimper behind his hand as he meets your thrusts, unable to let you fully control the moment. It doesn't take long before you're clenching around him, he needs you to cum because he swears he's about too. 

“Cum on my cock baby.. Let your Admiral fill you up.. Fuck you know your gonna be leaking me all day now.. Maybe you'll get another little gift too.” Beau groans at his own thoughts. Ones that include you round again with his child, this time one that everyone knows is his. And Fucckk if that doesn't make him slam into you just a little harder. But all it takes is a few more of those harsh thrusts for you to all but scream behind his hand as you cum. The extra wetness that follows coating him and leaking down onto the chair beneath him. 

“Kiss me” He says as he forces himself to hold back, working you through your orgasm and into oversensitivity before he lets go. Your lips on his tongue forcing its way into his mouth is all it takes for him to meet his own end. Arms wrapping around your waist as he slams hard into your a few more times before holding your tightly against him. You just kiss lovingly, threw the afterglow of your shared orgasms, panting into each other's mouths not even trying to catch your breath. 

When he finally pulls away, he does what little he can to clean you up before pulling your pants back onto your legs. You watch him with a heart full of love and admiration as he tucks and relaces your boots, tucks your shirt in and straightens anything that's out of place. No one outside of this room would believe that Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson was someone who would redress his wife after having her in his office. No one would really believe that he had a wife, especially one so much younger than him. But that was one of the things you loved, only you and your daughter got the soft version of him. 

Standing he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before smacking you lightly on the ass. “Go out there and show them what you're made of Captain Simpson.” 

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One Night Stand in Fightertown

Summary: You've just arrived in Fightertown and meet a mysterious, older man who intrigues you. Drunk and horny, you agree to spend the night, but what happens in the morning?

Author's Note: This is my first time writing for Cyclone so please be kind! Please note GIF was all I could find for smut, so please do not focus on the woman's attributes (Or the fact that she's wearing a fucking bra?!?! Wtf is that about? How's he supposed to suck your tits?)

Song they're listening to on the jukebox is Otis Redding's "Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay."

Warnings: 🔞, smutty, smut, smut, very little plot, unprotected sex, impact play, daddy kink

“You sure I can’t take you to dinner, honey? It’s your first night in town and you don’t know a soul,” your father said in a concerned voice. 

“I’m fine, Dad,” you said with a laugh at his overprotectiveness. “I just need a night to myself,” you explained. 

“Ok, I know when I’m not wanted,” he guilt-tripped you. 

“Are you going to be this clingy now that I live in the same city?” you teased. “I’ll see you tomorrow for breakfast,” you reminded him before ending the call and shoving your cell into your back pocket. Heading back inside the bar your roommate recommended, you ordered another drink and meandered over to the worn out juke box. 

You bit your lip and tilted your head as you read the selections, trying to decide which tune to play. You finally chose a familiar song and punched the yellowed buttons with your index finger slowly, your buzz catching up to you faster than you realized as you stopped yourself from pushing the six instead of the eight. As your song began to play, you swayed your hips to the music, feeling pleasantly warm and happy in your own little bubble. 

Tonight was about relaxation and a fresh start. You needed to have some fun and clear your head before work started. You tried not to think about work now though as you stood by the open window, breathing in the sea air. You’d finally made it to California and you were going to enjoy yourself.

“Ottis Redding, nice choice,” you heard a deep voice say behind you. You spun around to see a dark, handsome man standing behind you and your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of him. He had muscular arms, a broad chest and trim waist, accentuated by the tight t-shirt and jeans he wore. It was casual, but stylish. The ruggedness of his jawline was punctuated by the slightest hint of stubble and you noted how there was tinge of gray there. You raised an eyebrow at him. An older man, you thought. This could be interesting. Not like the boys who usually tried and failed to capture your attention. 

“Thank you,” you said with a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. You didn’t want to appear overly eager, but his gaze was already making heat rise to your cheeks.

“I’m impressed that you know it,” he said continuing to compliment you. He stepped closer, placing his beer on the table beside you.

“Well, he’s one of my dad’s favorites so I sort of had to form an appreciation early on,” you rambled. 

“Ooh, hitting me with that already. How old do you think I am, sweetheart?” he said with a playful wince. 

You held your hands up in mock protest, “No, no. I didn’t mean it like that, I swear. You were wondering how I knew the song,” you said trying to defend yourself. 

He smirked at you and you saw a glint in his eye as he extended a hand to you, “No offense taken. My name’s Beau. What’s yours?”

“Y/n,” you said shaking his hand and feeling your hand slip into his large, rough grasp. He held you there for a moment, locking eyes with you and you swore his breath hitched. 

“Nice to meet you, y/n,” he said. “Now that we’ve established your taste in music and my age, let’s move on to something more important. You want to dance with me?” You nodded, placing your drink next to his on the table and held your breath as you felt him slide his arm around your waist. 

The rest of the night was a blur of drinks, easy conversation and several rounds of pool. You were delighted to learn that your skills were far superior to his and threw your head back with laughter as he cursed at the accuracy of your bank shots. Soon it was last call and Beau’s hand was on the small of your back. You didn’t hesitate as he lead you out of the bar for a walk along the beach. 

“I can’t believe you haven’t been given a tour of the city yet,” he said. “I was sure a hundred servicemen would have offered by now,” he said glancing at you with a twinkle in his eye. 

“Nope,” you shrugged. “But I just got in today.”

“Ah, that’s it’s then,” he said with a shake of his head.

“No, it isn’t. I’ve been around military types my whole life. I’m not the type of girl who swoons over a uniform,” you said matter-of-factly, staring out over the ocean. 

“Really? Well, what does make you swoon then?” he asked, stopping suddenly.

You turned to look at him slowly and placed a hand on his shoulder seductively. “Let’s just say I like men, not boys.” Leaning into him for a deep kiss you whispered against his lips, “Besides, the only place in town I’d like to see right now is the inside of your bedroom.” You felt him smirk as he ran a hand down to grab your ass. 

“You giving the orders now?” he asked in a low voice.

“We can negotiate. I have a feeling you know what you’re doing,” you said biting your lip. 

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You arrived at Beau’s house in record time and he escorted you inside with the urgency of a man who wanted you badly. He pushed you against the wall and removed your shirt immediately. You allowed him to pin you, wanting to feel his weight against you at last. It was as satisfying as you had imagined. He wasn’t timid, wedging a knee between your legs and pressing it into your throbbing cunt in one swift motion that left you breathless. He rocked into you as his mouth worked yours open in a desperate kiss, pushing your hands from your body. He grabbed your wrists suddenly and pinned them over your head as his tongue delved deeper into your mouth, exploring and tasting you as low growls escaped his throat. You moaned in pleasure at the thought of him ravaging you.

When he broke away, you raked your nails through his thick hair and pushed his head toward your neck. He began pressing kisses to your jugular vein and then your collar bone, not wanting to miss an inch of your delicate skin. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you right now,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe playfully as one hand massaged your breast. Unhooking your bra for better access, he leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth and you nearly screamed at the contact.

“Fuck, I want you so bad,” you cried out wantonly. You felt him smirk against your chest and he scooped you up in to his arms, carrying you toward his bedroom. When you arrived at the meticulously appointed room, he threw you onto the bed and you squealed as you bounced off the mattress. Beau laughed as he lifted his t-shirt and threw it over his head. You gasped viewing his perfectly defined chest and ab muscles in the dim light. He looked as though he had been carved from stone and you pushed up on your knees, crawling toward him and reaching out a hand to trace your fingers over his cut lines. He grabbed your hand and began to suck on your index and middle fingers while gazing at you intently. Your breath caught in your chest as you watched his eyes darken, feeling your clit pulse against your jeans. 

Holding you by your wrist he instructed, “Lay back and show me what you like.” Then he quickly removed his pants and then your jeans. Now nothing stood in your way save for the tiny, lace thong you wore. You traced the delicate fabric with your wet fingers, then stretched it to the side to pump your fingers in lazily. You shivered suddenly and he asked, “Are you cold?” You bit your lip and nodded. Moving closer to you, he offered, “Can I warm you up?” You removed your fingers and watched as his large hand came to rest over your cunt. Soon you felt the warmth from his palm radiate over you as you struggled to breathe normally. 

You swallowed harshly, wanting him to finger you, suck you…anything but this torture of waiting. Finally, he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to your clothed pussy. It was so delicate and sweet you barely registered anything had happened. Was he joking? you thought. You reached out and grabbed hold of his head, attempting to pull him back to where you needed him most.

His reaction was harsh, jerking your underwear down to deliver a stinging slap to your pussy as you hissed in surprise and pain. He chuckled as he looked up at you, “Don’t be impatient, baby. Promise I’m gonna take good care of your sweet little pussy.” Then he leaned down to soothe you with a full kiss to your lower lips that felt so good you dropped your head back onto the bedding with a whimper. 

Diving in to take your clit into his waiting lips, he sucked hard, making you see stars. He treated you exactly the way he promised and as you bucked your hips into his face, chasing your high, you wished his attention to your sensitive bud would never end. You began chanting his name like a prayer as he lapped and sucked, adding his fingers to your pulsing cunt. The sounds of his digits entering your wetness, made the most obscene squelching noises, but you didn’t care as you raised your hips to him, begging for more. His fingers hooked inside of you in just the right spot and you began panting with your impending orgasm. “That’s it, let go for me,” Beau urged. “Cum on my fingers, honey,” he said as he stroked your walls expertly and that was all it took to make you come undone, crying out loudly and shaking beneath him. 

When you finally came back down to earth, you realized Beau was still holding you against the mattress with one arm across your hips. You hadn’t realized the force of your orgasm and rolled your head from side to side to shake the fog from your brain. What had he done to you? He rose from the edge of the bed and hovered over you to kiss you full. You tasted yourself on his tongue and desire set into you once again. You reached down to grasp him through his boxer shorts and felt how hard he was for you. 

Pushing up onto your elbows you tugged at his shorts eagerly as though unwrapping a present. As you freed his cock, you gasped at his size and licked your lips in anticipation. Running a hand behind your head he asked, “Won’t be a problem will it?” You shook your head and took him in hand, trying to close your fist around his thick length. He extended a hand to steady himself against the wall as you sat up to take him into your waiting mouth. You lapped at the precum that was leaking from his tip savoring the taste of him as you licked ever so slowly. Finally he took your chin in his hand reprimanding you, “Don’t tease me.” The sharpness of his words sent heat straight through to your core and you began taking him into your mouth inch by inch. He stroked your cheek with his thumb as he let out a contented sigh, but the moment of tenderness ended when he began thrusting. You relaxed your throat to take him as deeply as possible, but still gagged harshly on a particularly deep stroke, saliva dripping down your chin. Beau withdrew to give you a rest and you took the opportunity to raise up and plant your hands on his chest, pushing him to the mattress firmly. 

You swung a leg over his torso, mounting him before he could protest and sunk down onto his cock in one quick movement, closing your eyes as you relished the exquisite feeling of being stretched to the hilt. You lifted your hips and sank back down again just to experience it again. You released a shaky breath and felt Beau’s hand come up to brush the hair from your face. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said breathlessly. His hands rose to your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples as you rode him. 

He couldn’t keep his hands from your hips for long though. He kneaded the flesh, sinking his nails into you and you knew you’d have bruises by morning. The feeling of his cock dragging along your walls was too good for you to mind. You loved the mixture of pain and pleasure melding as you took what you needed from him. You could tell he was enjoying himself as well, the way he looked up at you with an awe-filled gaze. 

Your second orgasm was building quickly and your legs were tiring. Beau noticed you slow down and took control of your movements, clamping his large hands at your hips and dragging you over him again and again. Just as you were about to scream out with your release, he lifted you off him and you were left panting and confused. “Get on your knees,” he commanded and you obeyed without question.

You stuck your ass up for him and he brought a hand down over your cheek, watching it jiggle. Intoxicated by the sight, he repeated the action again on the opposite side before rubbing a hand over your stinging flesh. “Please, please fuck me, Daddy” you whined in desperate need of relief, pushing back into him. And then you stilled, suddenly wondering what he might think of the nickname. 

Using a knee to spread your legs further apart, he chuckled, then replied, “What did I tell you about patience, little one?” 

Relieved and excited that he enjoyed your little game, you answered breathlessly, “I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.”

You swallowed thickly as he teased the tip of his cock at your entrance and pushed the thick head into you with a low groan as he savored the feeling of your warmth. When he resumed thrusting, the pace was punishing, so much so that your legs began to tremble. Finally, they gave out entirely and you collapsed flat on your stomach, but Beau didn’t stop. He kept pounding into you, one hand on your hip and one hand intertwined with yours on the mattress. “Taking me so well, sweetheart,” he praised. 

Without warning you came around him and the feeling of your tight, velvety walls milking him was all it took to trigger his own release. He spilled inside you and you moaned at the feeling of his seed filling you to the brim. "Fuck," he groaned, hot breath hitting the back of your neck as the waves of pleasure engulfed you both. He kept his weight off you, resting on one arm, but stayed inside you a moment longer as he placed kisses along your shoulder. “You were incredible,” he murmured against your skin.

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” you said with a giggle.

“Let me help you clean up,” he said, uncoupling from you to stand and disappeared into the en suite bathroom. When he returned he gently wiped between your thighs with a warm washcloth and kissed you softly as he cupped your cheek. “Do you want to stay the night? I could use a good night’s rest with a beautiful woman,” he asked with a charming smile. You nodded and snuggled into his side, resting your head on his chest and carded a hand over his chest hair until you fell into a deep, uninterrupted slumber. 

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You woke before dawn, an old habit having been raised in a military household. Dressing as quietly as possible, you glanced over your shoulder at Beau as you left still in disbelief of the incredible evening you’d had. You jotted down a note and your number on a pad in the kitchen before leaving for your apartment. You knew you’d have to rush in order to be on base in time for your first day. Shit, I promised to meet dad for breakfast, you thought. And you moved even faster to be ready on time. 

Miraculously, you made it and had an uneventful meal. After you finished eating, your dad gave you a tour and introduced you to a few people to make you feel welcome. As you were leaving to go to work, he joked with you that your normally pristine bun was a little out of place this morning. “Did my little girl have a wild night or something?” he teased, patting you on the shoulder. You nearly spit out your coffee before realizing he was joking. As Beau rounded the corner looking handsome in his uniform you were hit with a wave of shock and actually did spill your coffee. 

As you stooped to clean the spill with a napkin, your father greeted him. “Good morning admiral!”

Fuck, they know each other! Of course, they know each other! you thought, wanting to sink into the floor.

“Good morning!” Beau called out in a clear voice. Knowing you couldn’t avoid him forever if you worked on base together, you collected yourself and stood as straight as possible, giving him a salute. 

He saluted in return and said, “At ease, lieutenant…” then paused as he read your nameplate. “Bates?” he said looking from you to your father. “Any relation?” he asked nervously.

“Beau, this is my daughter, y/n,” your father said proudly. 

“Nice to meet you,” you said extending your hand a bit too quickly. You searched his eyes to see if he would play along and he did, allowing you to release the breath you’d been holding.

“I have to return to my desk now. Do you think you can find your way, honey?” your father asked.

“I think so. Thanks for breakfast, Daddy,” you said with a nod and he turned to leave you and Beau standing in the hallway looking at each other. 

Beau took a step closer to you once your father had left asking, “Warlock is your father?”

“You’re Vice Admiral Simpson?” you countered in a panicked whisper. “This is going to be awkward,” you noted. 

“Why would it be awkward?” Beau asked, pretending not to understand. He hooked his fingers into your belt loops and pulled you toward him slowly until you were flush with his body and tilted your chin up toward his smug face. “Because you call me daddy too?”

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Love your Beau likes & dislikes post. I'm excited about more Sugar daddy Cyclone writing. What's the age difference between him and his boo?? What pet names do they have for each other?

Beau “Cyclone” Simpson || 0.2

Beau is 43 when they meet, she’s 24; theres a 19 year age gap between the two of them. Much to Beau’s concern, she didn’t care about the age difference.

Despite Beau being confident for the first two months that she was way out of his league, she stuck by him.

For the first few weeks they started, getting to know each other and despite the obvious signs, Beau stayed a gentleman.

I fully believe that Beaus own insecurity of being too old for her made him oblivious to the fact she was pretty much throwing herself at him.

So oblivious the stage at the cafe staff had a bet on how long it would take.

It took another few weeks for the walks outside the usual caffee meet up started.

It was only then. When she pulled him into the ally by the carfully ironed prepels of his button down shirt and kissed him with all her might. That he relished.

Let’s just say that they both left the alleyway a bit more disgruntled then when they entered it.

One of the cofe staff received a lot of money that day.

Nothing happened of cause beside the occasional kiss and hand holding, until Beau took her on at least 5 dates. He was very firm on the rule.

The first date was a night out at a restaurant on the pier, watching the sunset. (God dam it Beau how much more romantic could you get?).

The second was her choice, she chose a picknic. Something he hadn’t done since he was a child.

The thired was a scavenger hunt through the city. Something Beau found more fun then he first brelived watching her face light up when he guessed the clues correctly. He was not ashamed to admit she solved most of the puzzles.

The forth in payback of the last day she picked a pottery class. Much to her amusement, Beau was absolutely hopeless at keeping it standing upright. The dam thing seamed to sloop and lay over the moment he turned his gaze away from it. Unfortunately despite his grinding teeth it was not a live person he could bite into.

The fifth and final date was a simple walk in the dark. While it hadn’t intended to be a date, Beau was scheduled to leave for the next few weeks on a navy conference and he had wanted to see her one last time before he left.

Needless to say if his mother ever asked, it had been the fifth date. She would have boxed him around the ears for taking her to bed before one.

He missed her greatly when he was gone, calling as often as he could. Anxious to see her again, soemthing he hasn’t felt towards someone for a very long time. The feeling of missing someone was forgin to Beau, he had not had somebody to care and miss since the academy all those years ago.

He calls her everything under the sun, baby, honey, darling. The affectionate ones then theirs the ones they reserve for the bedroom, minx, brat, baby girl.

She returns the favour, honey bug, show boy, big boy, and her favourite beautiful - she loved that it played on his name. Once she called him daddy just to be a tease; he railed her harder then ever before.

It’s safe to say that one stuck.

Beau calls her by nicknames so often that it took Solomon Bates 8 months to figure out her name, admittedly after she introduced herself to him.

Solomon loves her, he loves to tease Beau about the love bites he attempts to hide under his collar. However when Beau returns that favour, Solomon was very flushed.

They tell each other everything Beau would die before he lied to her. Every deployment he told her everything he could, bending some rules to do so. She understood he couldn’t tell him everything, all she wanted to know is if he would be safe.

Every time he’s deployed (which is less now since he’s airboss) they both go through a checklist, updating the will, paying bills in advance, the essentials.

Beau is very financially responsible, by the time he hit 30 had had half a million in a savings account. He has taught her the same, her own savings racking up just in case.

He loves to spoil her but one thing he will not move on is the bills, he won’t let her pay them. He pays of f her school loans and she becomes a freelance painter and writer.

She loves it, and he loves that she’s happy.

The only thing they could add now is a baby….

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Day 5 ~ Celebration

It’s your anniversary 4 years and you decided to celebrate it by going to the aquarium you have always wanted to go to. Going off on Jon Hamm’s age which is 52. Reader is 34.

“Come on Y/N we are going to be late.” You hear Beau yell from downstairs. “Keeps you pants on old man I am almost done.” You teasingly yelled back. “You weren’t saying that last night, now were you Hun.” He teased back and all you could do is smirk at the memories of last night, you really could not get enough of each other as he was promoted to Admiral yesterday. “Okay you got me there.” You started walking down the stairs with a smile. “You know I just love teasing you. I love being with you. Even if you are old.” You cackled at the look on his face. “I love being with you too baby girl.” The handsome man replied with a smirk.

“You know if we weren’t so late already I would have taken you over my knee right here on this couch.” He grinned and you gasped. “Damn I was looking so forward to that.” You giggled and he just shake his head. “Maybe if we get back you can have me anyway you like.” He pulled you into a breath taking kiss and smirked when you quietly moaned into his mouth before pulling away.

“Okay now that all the kinky shit is out of the way. Let’s go I really wanna see the penguin show, Bradley was there the other day with Natasha and little Nick and they loved the show. They said we can even pet the dolphins after their show so we are definitely doing that.” You giggled racing towards the front door causing Cyclone to laugh at your eagerness and at the look on your face is just doing wonders for what he has planned. “Even Hangman enjoyed it.” You continued grabbing Beau’s keys running towards the car jumping in while he loaded the picnic basket into the back of his boot.

“Is that so.” He questions with a loving look on his face. “Yeah I believe Jake said he got to pet the dolphins and they got him all wet.” He listened to you talk starting the car and reversing out of the garage. “Now wouldn’t that be super fun oh I love you for having this idea for our anniversary.” You smiled at the man you love. “Well I had a little bit of help from you father.” He retorted. “He knows you are a fan of the aquarium and with the last couple of months that has been stressful and rough I decided we need to have a bit of a break.” You grinned as he kissed you quickly at the red light.

“Oh wow. Look at all the colourful fish.” You looked amazed at the scene before you and Beau chuckled. “Hey look there is Dory, Marlin and Nemo.” You squealed like an excited kid on their first field trip pointing, at the smaller tank. “Ahh they are so cute.” You giggled and Beau pulled you into a side hug. “They are cute Y/N, but not as cute as you.” He flirted and you blushed. “Well mister Simpson keep talking like that and I might combust right this instant.” You smiled shyly up at him and he grinned.

“Let’s go a bit forward I think the tunnel is in front of us.” He pointed to the front and he pulled you along with him. Stopping as you reach the mouth of the tunnel and all you can do was gasp at the view in front of you. Looking around you are met with coral and stingrays on the one side and different types of fish on the other. You turned to look at Beau to say you love him again but you cut yourself off as he drops to one knee.  

“Y/N/N I’m so grateful for every second we have spent together and will spend together in the future. I’m grateful that we met. I’m grateful that somehow in this crazy universe with infinite possibilities, destiny paved the way so we could see each other at the right time, at the right place, in the right moment. Even if that that place was the Hard Deck with your dad kicking my ass at pool.” He smiled down as you chuckled at the memory with tears starting to form. “So many things could have happened to keep us from existing together. Yet we met and started something so beautifully wonderful. I’m grateful for us and I never want to let you go.”

“I know it sounds cliche but I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. Even when your dad threaten to shoot down my plane when he found out about our first date.” Again you could only giggle. “Not the love that people talk about. But an unexplained attraction, a feeling of home, an urge that I need to talk to you at the end of each day and to make you mine forever. All I know is what we’ve shared since the moment we met is special and meant to be preserved. Your presence alone has made my life so beautiful. If there’s happiness and laughter in my life, I owe it all to you.” He looked up at you with tears forming in his eyes.

“I only want two things in this world right now. I want you and I want us. Will you be mine? Please do me the honour and let me call you my wife.” He concluded and you started nodding as he pulled the ring out of the box. “Yes, yes of course I will marry you. I love you so, so much I also can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” You cried pulling him up and quickly pulled him into a hug hearing cheers around you. Pulling away from Cyclone you are met with you dad and Penny and the rest of the dagger squad and their families.

You smiled at the people around you as they clapped hands as Beau pulled you in for a quick kiss. “Congratulations man.” Warlock pulled Beau into a quick hug patting him on the back before turning to you and congratulating you as well. “Congrats baby, you are going to be the most beautiful bride.” Your father smiled turning towards Cyclone. “Just because you are an Admiral now doesn’t mean I won’t still shoot you down if you hurt my little girl.” Pete threatened and you just groaned. “Seriously dad.” “Seriously Pete.” Penny looked at her husband and just shake her head before pulling you and Cyclone into a hug.

“Congratulations you guys, I have no doubt that this will be a wonderful marriage filled with so much love.” Penny said with a smile. “Thanks Pen, I love you.” “Love you too sweetie.” She pulled Mav away scolding the man and he just apologised with a small smile. As the rest of the squad congratulated you guys and they gushed about your beautiful ring.

For the rest of the day you spend it having fun with your fiancé and the rest of your friends and family. Thankfully you made it just in time for the penguin show along with the dolphin show. Now that was a fun experience. You have never felt so loved before than that day. You would not exchange it for anything in the world. After the trip Penny and your dad invited you guys and the group of friends and family for a barbeque where you guys had just as much fun.

Day 4 | Masterlist | Day 6

Used this link for the proposal scene lines/speech

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You Made It - b.s

a/n: this was different to what i usually write, and i loved it. unfortunately there is no gif of a young jon hamm so please, enjoy this dramatic one above ;) thank you for the request!!

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: young!cyclone x reader

warnings: fluffy hehe :3

wc: 1,802

the request: 'fluff with a young Cyclone? Like maybe he didn’t think that you’d be able to make it to his Top Gun graduation, but you surprise him!'

Cyclone stood surrounded in a sea of white uniforms; cheers and whoops echoing in his ears. The young pilot was thrilled to have graduated top of his class - his heart was full with pride. However, there was an emptiness he felt as he glanced around his milling classmates, their faces beaming with glee. That emptiness in him could only be filled by one person, and that person was you.

You and Beau had known each other since high school and you made sure to stay in touch with each other when he had told you he was joining the Navy to become a pilot. You were ecstatic for him, of course, but you couldn't help the pit of sadness that grew in your chest as you realised your best friend would be leaving you. For a long time. You'd see him now and again when he had a break, but it wouldn't be enough to fix the growing hole in you.

Beau made sure to tell you when he was graduating, he called and sent you letters, multiple even, but he never got a reply. The young grad assumed you had moved on with your life - maybe you'd finally got that dream job you'd always gushed about, or maybe you'd found the love of your life. That last thought drove a knife into Cyclone's half-empty heart and he grimaced at the thought of you finding someone other than him to make you happy. The man had fallen for you, and hard. For the entire time he spent at Top Gun, he kept a photo of you in his F-14 for good luck, and that reminder to make sure he came home.

"Why the glum face, Simpson?" Berlin asked with a smirk, clapping a hand on Cyclone's back. The future admiral glanced at his classmate and a small smile picked at his lips. Berlin had gotten his call-sign when he taxied his aircraft into a wall whilst making a turn - it was a hint to the Berlin wall in Germany. It was utterly coincidental that the man was also from German descent, his name being Lucas Schmidt. He had grey eyes with a pale complexion, a messy mop of brown hair strewn across his forehead.

"It's nothin'," Cyclone shook his head, his eyes flying back to the entrance to where the graduation was being held. "'Suppose it just feels surreal that we've graduated." He added with a brief laugh, trying to seem genuine.

Berlin frowned at his classmate, his thick, wiry eyebrows knotting together. "Yep," He sighed. "Shit's gettin' real now!" The other pilot chuckled, and Cyclone joined him in his laughter, trying to push away the thought of you not being here to finally see him graduate - top of his class too. That hurt the most.

"Hey, Berlin, get over here!" IRIS yelled from across the lot, throwing out a hand to wave at the aforementioned pilot. Cyclone held back an amused smile, his mind wandering back to the many times that IRIS, also known as Jack Loweman, had gotten black out drunk and wandered away to do utterly stupid things. It stood for I Require Intense Supervision. Berlin looked to Cyclone, holding out a hand for him to shake.

"Hope to see you in the future, man. Good luck with everything!" Berlin flashed a bright grin at his classmate, and Cyclone smiled back extending his hand out to take Berlin's, giving him a firm handshake.

"Thanks, man, you too." Cyclone nodded, his light blue eyes watching the fresh grad jog away. He pursed his lips as he tore his eyes away from the group of chattering pilots and down to his hand that fished out his worn, leather wallet from his pocket. He popped it open, fingers gliding between the folds to pick out a sun-damaged photo of you. Cyclone's face twisted into a sad smile as he stared at the messily-trimmed photo of you, the emptiness in his chest suddenly feeling bigger than it first did. "I did it, Y/N." He whispered to himself as his thumbs grazed across your pictured face, a feeling of deep sorrow and regret suddenly enveloping his body.

"Disappointed that you graduated, Lieutenant?" You teased with a brief laugh, staring at the back of your best friend's dipped head. He suddenly perked up, his body turning around like a gust of wind. The sad smile that was on his face soon contorted into one of surprise, his mouth falling agape as he stared at you, speechless. "Don't look too happy to see me, then, jeez!" You laughed again, slightly awkward, a little unsure of why he was reacting the way he was. Didn't he want to see you? What were all the letters for then?

"Y/N...?" He uttered quietly, stepping forwards. You bit down on your lip, nodding gently. "You made it." He breathed out, his face still completely shell-shocked. "But... you didn't- you never..." Cyclone stumbled over his words, unable to comprehend a normal sentence due to the malfunction taking place in his brain currently. How were you here? How? You never replied to any of his letters or calls for months?

"I told you I was coming in a letter I sent you, I ran out of money so I couldn't pay for my phone bill," You explained, a shy and bashful smile reaching your lips as you gazed up at Beau, the feelings you tried so hard to dispose of returning within an instant. He didn't reply, he just kept staring at you, dumbfounded. "You didn't know that I was coming?" You whispered, suddenly understanding why he was so shocked at your presence.

"No- I mean, I-I called you so many times, sent you so many letters, I-I thought you'd forgotten about me," Cyclone stuttered, blinking rapidly, his eyes never leaving you. "I never got your letters." He muttered and reached a slow hand up to grasp yours; your heart racing at his touch. You swallowed thickly in an attempt to bury the familiar feeling of fullness that threatened to consume you.

"Well, I guess that explains the awkward situation right now," You joked, a dry laugh leaving your lips. Cyclone's lips finally perked up into an amused grin as he stepped forwards once more to embrace you, his arms tightening around you like a vice. You squeaked at his strength as he squeezed you, and Cyclone quickly let go of you, your hands sliding to his chest. You felt tears prick your eyes as you gazed up at him, an uncontrollable grin reaching your lips. "You look great, Beau." You choked out. The naval aviator chuckled, his hands coming to rest lightly on your waist. "I'm so proud of you."

"I feel great." He joked as he reluctantly took his hands away from your waist and placed them on your arms, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. No matter how long he had been away, his humour stuck with him. "Thank you, Y/N/N." Cyclone said with a proud smile, your hands staying on his chest. Your teary eyes fell from his glossy ones to where your hands laid, sucking in a shaky breath as you caught a glance of the golden aviator pin that sat above his military badges. "I missed you." He mumbled, catching you off guard. Your eyes flew to his.

"What?" You blinked.

"I missed you." He repeated with a gentle smile. "I thought you were done with me, Y/N," Cyclone said, his eyes softening as he stared at you. You only stared back at him, the tears that had bubbled at your waterline suddenly threatened to spill over. "I'm really happy that you're here." He added quietly. His hand reached up from your arm to brush through your hair, sending a jolt through your body.

"I missed you too, Beau," You sniffled, unable to control the oncoming tears. "I missed you so much, Beau, I was so goddamn worried about you." You cried quietly, making Cyclone's smile twist into a sympathetic one.

"You didn't need to worry about me, Y/N, I was fine," He chuckled, the pads of his thumbs quickly rushing to wipe away the tears that fell from your reddened eyes. Your brows quickly knitted together at his words. He so desperately wanted to kiss your tears away, but he knew he couldn't. You weren't his. Yet.

Vigorously, you shook your head at him. "I didn't know that, this is the Navy, Beau, anything can happen! You could die in an accident, or fall off the ship, or-" You gasped, feeling your throat tighten as you spoke. It was easy for Cyclone to say those things, he wouldn't have to deal with the aftermath of him dying in a tragic accident. He wouldn't have to deal with the overwhelming grief and sorrow that would plague and riddle your body, the regret and the what ifs.

"It's alright, Y/N," He hushed you, pulling you against his chest gently to soothe you. You quietly sobbed against his smart, white uniform, a dark patch of your tears pooling against it. "Everything is completely safe, there's many safety procedures to prevent such accidents." Cyclone said as he stroked your head, pressing a soft kiss to it. "For the record, I don't think anyone is stupid enough to fall off the ship, Y/N/N." A deep, chesty laugh left his lips and you rolled your eyes at him, pouting your lips.

"You know what, next time you get deployed, I don't care what happens." You folded your arms against your chest in a defiant manner, clearly unhappy with what Cyclone had said. Despite your best friend being quite intelligent, anyone can slip and fall...

"You don't mean that." He gasped, trying to bite back the laugh that threatened to fall from his lips. You were so cute, and he almost couldn't handle it. He had forgotten how adorable you could be after all this time without you by his side.

"I do!" You exclaimed, still staring at him with narrowed eyes. Cyclone rolled his eyes at you, a playful smile on his lips.

He curled an arm around you, his hand coming to land on the small of your back. His thumb gently brushed against you, and a shiver ran down your spine, shaking you from your playful tantrum. Cyclone felt his smile widen as he felt your body relax against his touch. Suddenly, he realised his heart felt full again. "C'mon, Y/N/N, let me introduce you to everyone else." Cyclone chuckled, leading you towards the large group of his classmates who were currently laughing at something Berlin had said.

"Fine. I still don't care what happens to you next time."

"Y/N!"

i hope this was okay, it was a little hard but i enjoyed it!!

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[sebsxphia]

horny thot hours

but imagine sending sugar daddy beau videos of the new expensive jewellery he bought you

but like - just the jewellery. you cannot tell me this man would not go absolutely wild for that

CHRIST

he would be so feral for the videos. like screaming bloody murder in his office, letting out a huge groan and palming himself through his trousers. he replies back, “fucking hell princess. was it your goal to be a naught brat today? xx”

you reply by sending back another video of the charm bracelet he got you dangling just above your clit as you slide your fingers through your folds.

“i just wanted to show you how grateful i was for your gifts daddy. i love them so much 🥺 xx”

“i can tell. your pretty cunt is soaked. keep it that way when i get home and i’ll buy you another bracelet my sweet angel. daddy will be home soon xx”

jnfkjsdfnk fuck me thank you so much for this thot dear anon!! 💌

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all yours (tw!regression)

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you send me (ft. beau ‘cyclone’ simpson)

POV: You’re spending a cozy day at home with your husband, Beau.

(I know she didn’t ask for this, but this is for @wildbornsiren​ who wanted some Beau love. Beau needs all the love all the time, no? Just picture the two of you slow dancing to this song in the kitchen. Cooking side by side. Long lazy mornings. The dream, really.)

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Companion piece to Rumours

Beau is angry, no he is fucking livid. He can feel that rage pulse through his veins as he stalks into the bedroom and tears off the tie of his dress uniform and hurls it onto the bed. His jacket follows next, he strips it from his shoulders before tossing it onto the sheets. He doesn’t know where the fuck his hat is, he thinks he might have thrown it onto the kitchen table, but he has no memory of it because right now all he can focus on is the agony in his chest.

Christ, it feels like you’ve ripped his heart right out of his fucking rib cage.

You say nothing as you enter the room. You’re still clad in your JAG uniform, only you’ve kicked off your shoes, leaving them alongside the front door he suspects, the blazer probably on the back of one of the dining chairs. You stand in front of the mirror, removing the pins from your hair, each one clattering into the small dish as your hair falls loose around your shoulders.

“Why…” he chokes out the word as he looks at your reflection in the mirror. You look back at him and he knows that you’ve completely shut down. It’s an ode to your father. When a man shows his temper you disengage. The lesson was beaten into you from an early age. “Why did I have to find out from another officer that you're deploying next month?”

“I tried to tell you.” You say calmly as you pick up a cleansing pad and begin to remove your makeup. “But we’ve barely been in the same room over the last couple of days.”

Fuck, he’s forgot how cold you can be when you get like this, how concise, how rational. It makes him want to scream, to shout, to shake you but he doesn’t do any of that because even at his worst he would never lay hands on you.

“For something like this, we make the time.” He snaps before shaking his head because he knows he isn’t getting through to you. “I don’t understand, you’ve barely been back a few weeks and…”

He trails off because you’re not looking at him anymore, your gaze has dropped to bottle of toner at your dressing table, your fingers toying with the label. You’re completely out of reach to him and he can’t…

He just can’t…

“I’ll take the guest room tonight.” He says, his tone softening.

You don’t say a word as he closes the bedroom door behind him and honestly, he doesn’t expect you to.

***

It’s hours later that Beau hears the door to the guest bedroom click open. He can’t sleep, he just keeps reliving the moment that Vice Admiral Henderson tells him that you’re leaving as he shakes his hand and thanks him for his sacrifice.

He says nothing as you take up residence alongside of him, the mattress shifting to accommodate your weight. He keeps his back to you, his arms crossed over his chest as he stares at the closed ensuite door, hoping that you’re about to tell him that Henderson’s made a mistake. He can’t express how badly he wishes for that, how in those moments of silence he prays to a God he doesn’t believe in because right now he would do anything to strip away the anguish he feels.

“If I do this deployment.” You say into the darkness. “Henderson gives me the position in the Victim’s Legal Council when Phillips retires in six months.”

He knows what that means, you’ll be stationed here on base for at least two years. He closes his eyes because he understands what you’re doing, you’re creating a future for the two of you, one where you can exist in the same space.

Six months for two years, maybe longer…

It tastes so fucking bitter on his tongue because he’s only just got you back and now, you’re leaving all over again. He turns to face you, and you lay down beside him, your fingertips tracing over the curve of his cheek as he meets your gaze.

“I don’t want you to go.” He tells you.

“I know.” You whisper sadly, your lips brushing over his. “But I have to.”

He fucks you that night, in the guest bedroom. It’s raw and intense. There’s a wildness in him that won’t be sated as he tries to claw back some semblance of control. He’s reckless and passionate, keeping you pinned underneath him as he makes you come with his mouth, his fingers, his cock. It still isn’t enough because he’s chasing the intimacy of those six months, the moments he’s going to lose with you.

He leaves you ruined amongst the sheets, an apricot flush across your features before he gets up and heads to the en suite, locking the door behind him before turning on the shower.

This is the part he hates the most.

The disconnection.

Already he can feel himself withdrawing from you, from the marriage.

It happens every time that you’re deployed.

It’s normal the handbook tells him, a way of protecting yourself, a way of coping. He still can’t believe there’s a fucking manual for this.

He stays under the scalding hot stream for as long as he can, his palms coming to rest on the tile, his head hanging low as the water pounds onto his skull, drowning out his thoughts, his feelings and all of the other emotional shit because what he needs right now is that numbness.

It’s the only way he’s going to survive.

When he leaves the en-suite you aren’t in the bed. He doesn’t expect you to be.

You know as well as he does that right now, it’s easier to be apart than it is to be together.

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And then I tell her, as I turn out the light, I say, "My darling you were wonderful tonight"

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*So this was orignally gonna be a one and done.. But its gotten to be longer than I thought and I have so many ideas for it.. so heres part 1.. Hope you all like it.. thank you to @callsign-dragonbaron for all your writing. You really inspired me to write this piece.*

Life in the Navy wasn't always easy, it was stressful and sometimes the days were extremely long. Some of the people made you want to spoon your eyes out. Having been in the military for almost 20 years though had its advantages, plus you out ranked most of the people your age. But you had worked so hard, for so long plowing the competition out of your way to your new rank of Captain. It felt almost impossible, between being married and having a beautiful little girl at home. Sometimes doing the hours you needed to do felt impossible. But when your husband came to you and told you about the promotion and he swore he had nothing to do with it, lets just say it led to an amazing night. 

With all your accomplishments you really weren't surprised when you were offered a permanent spot in Fightertown. But when you were told about the top secret uranium mission, you were shocked to hear that they needed you to fly it, not teach it. It really only took a few days to realize why your husband was being extra attentive towards you. Why when you decided to not go to the Hard Deck and opted to stay home and watch a movie with your daughter you swore you heard him sigh in relief. As you watched Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, Aka you absent AF father, walk down the aisle you almost laughed when his steps faltered. 

It was clear by his face that your file had not been in his hand, he did not know you were here. Hell you wouldn't be surprised if he didnt even know you were in the Navy. It had been just over 20 years since you had spoken. Thanks to Iceman and some of the others from their day, you had never been stationed together, never flown together. It should've hurt that your stepfather was more involved in your life than your actual one but you were so used to it that it didn't even matter anymore. You almost laughed again when you saw there was another very unhappy face amongst the crowd. 

The chocolate brown eyes of your childhood love met yours and softened. Bradley knew that as hard as this was for him, it had to be ten times harder for you. While you guys hadn't really stayed in contact, you hadn't really fallen apart either. You were (unknowingly) still his emergency contact, the one and only person who would be handed a flag if something happened to him. Your father had chosen to protect him over you, chased him and his career around and didn't even know where you lived. It had been the thing that pushed you away from him. In his eyes what cost him his chance with you, his chance to start a family, his chance at love. That was only confirmed when you raised your hand to tuck a stray hair behind your ear and a large ring caught his attention. 

He thought it was weird when he got to base and was informed by Warlock that if he was married, he would be allowed to wear his wedding band. He thought maybe it was something new the Navy was trying out, but now he saw it for what it was. If he had to guess, you were married to someone high ranking, someone who wanted it known that you were taken. It was smart, because seeing the size of the ring and knowing that orders were slightly changed at the last minute would allow just about anyone to put two and two together. 

Except maybe Hangman.. 

You watched as his eyes flicked to your hand, which you then pulled down and tucked into your other. A large 3.29 carat pear cut diamond was surrounded by 76 small round cut diamonds that covered the halo and shank of your engagement ring. A smaller eternity style wedding band sat just below it, with 14 round cut diamonds totalling 1.67 carats. It was hefty and you were not the least bit surprised when your husband told you he changed things around so you could wear it. He had spent months picking it out, begging your friends to ask weird little questions here and there like. 

What kind of diamond cut do you like?

What style?

What type of metal?

Covered shank or plain metal?

Big or small?

He was a meticulous man, your husband, and while your ring was a little bigger than what you had originally thought you loved it. Sure it had cost him over a month's worth of his Vice Admiral pay, but what did he care? Beau would buy you and your daughter the world if he could. Making sure you could wear your wedding ring, the only symbol of his love and dedication that you could carry, was a top priority to him. Even more so when you had decided to hyphenate your name so you could still go by Mitchell on assignments like this. 

Your eyes met Beaus as your father took the podium, talking about this and that but you weren't really listening. You only tuned back in and looked at him long enough to hear “Today, we will start with what you think you know. It's time to show me what you're made of.” Unshockingly to you, he looked directly at Bradley, or Rooster, whatever. You can tell that he is basically challenging him with one look and you roll your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek as you look away. You know that no matter what you do in the sky it won't matter, you'll never be good enough in his eyes. 

Cyclone can see the pain you're trying desperately to hide, he knows better than anyone how much you don't want to care about the other Captain. He knows probably better than you how much you do, that you're in denial over your love for Maverick. He tried everything he could to get one of you off this mission. Begged Ice to not throw the two of you together for one of the most dangerous mission you would ever have to fly. Begged him to think about the repercussions of this man teaching both you and Rooster. But at the end of the day he was outmanned and outranked. 

He nods at you and winks as you walk by heading to the tarmac, brushing yourself against him just enough for him to feel it but not enough for anyone other than Warlock to see. The other man just rolls his eyes playfully and chuckles under his breath. Being the only other person here who knows about the union between you and Beau you don't have to be as careful around him. He would take your secrets to the grave if he needed to, he was like a brother to both you and Cyclone. He watched as Beaus' eyes followed you towards the door, and could see the tension in his shoulders and neck. 

Pete could see it too, as he turned and watched his daughter leave. It shocked and concerned him to find the Vice Admirals eyes on his daughter. Maybe she was just as much trouble as he was, maybe Cyclone didn't like her. Maybe she had, even without him, followed in his exact footsteps. He eyed over his superior officer as he jogged past calling his daughter's name. Surprised when she stopped and turned to him, arms crossed, that same ring catching his eye as it did Bradleys. His eyebrows pulled together as he spoke “You're married?” 

Scoffing you looked to the side, watching as Bradley approached and Hangman watched on. “20 years and that's the first thing you say to me? Should I pretend to be shocked? OR should I pretend that in 30 seconds when Bradshaw walks by that you're not going to be more interested in following him?” Both of you stood in tense silence as Bradley walked by, making eye contact with you before he pushed his aviators up and kept walking. You could immediately tell by the way Mavs eyes followed him what he wanted. Scoffing again you turn and shake your head making your way towards your jet to start preflight checks as your father once again.. Chases after Bradley. 

~~~

“Good morning Aviators, this is your Captain speaking. Welcome to basic fighter maneuvers, as briefed today's exercise is dogfighting. Guns only, no missiles, we do not go below the hard deck of 5,000 feet. Working as a team, you will try to shoot the other Captain Mitchell down or else.” Maverick looked up from his cockpit watching as you flew just low enough to not register on Fanboy and Payback or Roosters radar. Deep down he's proud. 

“Or else what Sir.” Payback laughs, causing you to grin and shake your head. You've known Payback and Fanboy for a while, they're cocky but in a fun way. Mav chuckles watching as you drop just a little lower “Or else she shoots back. If she shoots either one of you down, you both lose.” Back at Base Hangman is playing with a toy plane as he says “The Mitchells need an ego check.” Bob turns and looks at Phoenix before looking at Jake, “Do you know who Y/n is?” Jake shrugs saying something about how he doesnt care who she is before Bob speaks again. “Y/ns call sign in Valkyrie. Do any of you know what the Valkyrie do?” He turns and looks around at all the other aviators making jokes at your expense. Cyclone and Warlock are there too, silently thankful someone else is sticking up for you when they can't. 

When nobody speaks Bob laughs “They deliver dead warriors to Valhalla, the Norse version of paradise. Her callsign is a play on that.. She delivers men to heaven.. Or hell I guess you could say.. She's the only Aviator of our time to have 5 confirmed kills.. She is the best of the best. We are lucky to have her here, so shut and learn.” A newfound respect for the backseater grew within some of those present as they turned back to the radio, or screens. 

As those in the sky decide on the 200 push up rule, you're securing your oxygen mask and looking up waiting for the signal. “Fights on, let's turn and burn.” Pushing things into gear your body slams back as your jet picks up altitude and speed, turning at the last second to fly between the two jets. The only thing anyone can hear over the radio is you laughing and the three men squealing about how you scared them. “God I hope this isn't the best of the best boys.. Gonna need to get Nix and Bobert out here… Maybe give me some real competition. But I'll slow down.. Try not to get fired on the first day.” 

Beau shakes his head and wipes a hand over his face in exasperation. He loves you more than anything in the world, but in the air, as Valkyrie and not Y/n he could choke you. And not in the fun way you like, in the way that he wants to choke Maverick. There's a reason you're the best of the best, and it's your “Spicy” flying skills as you like to call them. But it still gives him anxiety and annoys the absolute hell out of him. 

“Tally! Tally! Tally! Valkyries coming in break left!” Fanboy yells at his watches, you're jet speed at them. Just like that the fights are on, you spend the next few hours doing what you do best. Men and women are on the ground doing push up after push up while you continue to knock them out of the sky. Mavericks proud, Cyclones proud and also kinda turned on. But you just feel like you can breathe, even with your fathers voice pitching in every once in a while. Up here you're in your element. At least you were until Hangman starts talking shit about Bob. “Ah no I got it.. Baby on board.” You can hear him laugh, and even though you have to admit the man has a beautiful smile, you still want to punch him. Instead you opt for scaring the shit out of him and speeding between their jets. “Greetings Aviators fights on.. Oh and Hangman.. This is for making fun of Bobert.” 

Later after many.. Many flights.. Its you against Hangman and Rooster.. They do alright, but never good enough, finally Mav calls it quits and the two pull up beside you. The suns already setting when you hear Hangman's voice again. “So Val, mind if I ask you a personal question?” You can see Rooster shaking his head but you answer anyways “Would it matter if I did?” He chuckles then hits you right in the center of your chest. “What's up with you and Maverick? You fly, he flies.. Shouldn't you be like.. Super tight? Does he care more about Bradshaw than you? You got a daddy issue I should know about?” 

You sigh and can envision your husband's fists clenching at the comment. Knowing that you do.. In fact, do have some daddy issues. Him being 20 years your senior proves that. But you just laugh the comment off and watch the setting sun, “You should probably be more worried about where's he at, don't worry about me. I'm good.. Very good.” As you raise one hand to flip him off he speaks again, “Bet if it was him you were fighting up here, you wouldn't be so good..” Rooster watched as you turned back and looked straight ahead causing Hangman to laugh before you spoke. “What happens or has happened between myself and Captain Mitchell is none of your concern Lieutenant. But for the sake of comradery, I'll tell you I'm pretty confident I could outdo him too..”  

Just then Mavericks plane slides out from under all of you, you had a feeling he was there since he was being so quiet, you just genuinely didn't care. When he inverts over your plane the two of you stay locked in a staring contest as the other two just watch on. When he speaks, you feel your heart rate speed up, your blood boil as memories of all the times he walked away flash through your mind. All the times he was there for Bradley and not you, all the unanswered phone calls or emails. The turbulence threw meeting Beau, he wasn't at your wedding nor does he even know you have a child. 

“Come on, let's get this over with.” That's all it takes from his mouth to have you almost foaming at the mouth. 38 years of anger and abandonment pain flooding to the surface and coming out in the sky. Back at base, Warlock turns and looks at Cyclone whose face is flushing as he intently watches the screens in front of him. He can see his wife's face as it becomes a dark red color, can see the fire he loves so much blaze in her eyes as he prays she won't take the bait. But, being who you are, you do. “Fights on!” Jerking your plane the opposite way of Mavericks you both start to spiral downwards, barely hearing Hangman's comment about your and your fathers drama being on a Skywalker level. 

Keeping your eyes locked on your father you can feel yourself getting more and more pissed every time he opens his mouth. “All right you put us here, how are you gonna get yourself out?” You laugh harshly and breathlessly as the g`s hold you back in your seat. “I did put us here, Sir. This is just one Mitchell ego fighting the other to see who's best. Feel free to bail out anytime.” You can feel the physical strain this is taking on you, and you can hear it in Pete's voice when he speaks. “How low you wanna go, Sweetheart?” 

Shaking your head, trying to clear away the memories of him calling you that as a child you reply with so much venom in your voice that those hearing it on base wince. “I can go as low as you can, Dad. And that's saying something!” The planes speed around each other, faster and faster towards the ground with no sign of pulling up from either of you. Mav tries not to think about the last time he heard you call him that. It was a voicemail, the one saying that you missed him, begging him to just answer the phone or text you. Anything, just something to let you know that he actually cared. He pushes aside the guilt, and anger he has towards himself to try and make his point. “The past is the past, for both of us!” 

Cyclone can see tears slipping down your face as he watches the screen. All he wants to do is wipe them away, kiss your forehead and hold you until you feel better. He wants to take you home to your daughter who will make you laugh and remind you that you're not just Mavericks abandoned daughter anymore. His hand unconsciously reaches for a mic as your voice rings. “You'd like to believe that wouldn't you! Absolve yourself of all the guilt that is probably eating away at you! I won't tell you that it's ok you left! I won't pretend like you didnt destroy me Maverick! This is all on you!” 

“Hard decks 5,000 ft guys your runnin outta room!” Hangman's words get ignored as you and your father just keep spinning. Hangmans shocked, Rooster is internally panicking as you ignore them. “Your strategy is about to run us into the ground, what's your move?” You can hear the panic in Mavericks' voice too, it's exactly what you wanted. What you needed, to feel superior over him in the very thing he left you for. “I can go as low as you Sir.” You say calmly, never even looking at your gages, you can hear everything beeping and telling you to pull up. When your eyes do flick down you see you're under 1,000 feet and dropping fast. 

Maverick finally bails out and pulls up just over 700 feet above the ground. Leaving you too pull up at just under 700, “Come on Valkyrie you got this, don't think just do.” In the wings Hangman and Rooster are cheering you on as you get a tone on your father. “You're out Maverick.. Shocker that you were the first one to bail huh? That feels pretty familiar.” Your words hit their intended target as Mavs head snaps to look at you but you're staring straight ahead. Pulling away faster than the rest to get to base, then go home.

~

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PART 2

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@callsign-dragonbaron​ 

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[zablife]

Valentine's Day with Cyclone

💗 Cyclone is a workaholic who doesn't think about Valentine's Day at all as a single man. The day passes like any other and he's oblivious to anyone around him who might be celebrating the holiday.

💗 On the evening of February 14th, he acted as he might any other day of the week. Strolling into his neighborhood diner for a burger, he barely noticed the paper hearts taped to the windows or the vase on his table holding a single rose.

💗 The waitress greeted him brightly, asking if anyone would be joining him. "No, it'll just be me," he replied with a tight smile.

💗 He was nearly finished with his food when the quiet calm of the nearly empty cafe was interrupted by the jingle of the bell above the door and the sound of your heels clicking across the checkered floor.

💗 When he looked up, Beau was met with the sight of a stunningly beautiful woman in a red dress and heels. He tried not to stare at you, wondering what lucky man would be meeting you.

💗 As you passed by his table, your right heel snapped and you began to wobble precariously. Springing into action, Beau dove out of the booth and caught you just before you fell to the ground.

💗 Too stunned to speak, you stayed there in his strong arms, looking up into his mesmerizing green eyes. They held a look of genuine concern and his show of kindness made you cry.

💗 "Are you hurt?" he asked. You shook your head as you allowed him to guide you to sit in the booth. Between sobs, you managed to tell him your boyfriend had broken up with you earlier and you had taken refuge in the diner, too upset to make it home.

💗 Beau listened attentively as you talked, offering napkins from the chrome dispenser to dry your tears. He didn't interrupt with questions like your mother (who disapproved of your boyfriend) or offer advice like your girlfriends (who hated your boyfriend). Somehow you didn't feel judged by Beau and you were no longer embarrassed by your fall.

💗 Slowly you began to feel better. You even found yourself laughing at your pathetic, broken shoe you twirled on your finger. It was a bit funny how your life had turned into a ridiculous rom com.

💗 "You know, it's actually very lucky you picked this diner," Beau teased. You eyed him suspiciously, wondering if he was trying to flirt. You were going to be disappointed if he made a move on you while you still had mascara running down your face.

💗 "Because they have the best pie in town. Do you like ice cream on top?" he asked with a grin. You couldn't help but beam back at him as you nodded in agreement. His suggestion was a pleasant surprise.

💗 You spent hours getting to know Beau after eating pie and drinking coffee. You'd barely noticed the time passing until a yawn escaped your mouth.

💗 As Beau walked you out to your Uber, the sky was beginning to lighten. Before saying goodbye, you made the decision to give him your number, eager to see him again.

💗 Every year after that, you and Beau could be found sitting in the same booth in the same little diner. It had become your Valentine's Day tradition to stop in for pie and reminisce about the night you met.

💗 As you walked to your booth on your fourth Valentine's Day together, Beau was the one who tripped. As you turned back to check on him, you gasped at the sight of your boyfriend on one knee with the most beautiful diamond ring you'd ever seen.

💗 As he searched your eyes, he asked, "I've loved you from the moment you fell into my arms four years ago. I can't think of anyone I'd rather share pie with and talk to until the sun comes up for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?"

💗 Too emotional for words, you nodded and blinked back happy tears.

💗 Everyone around you clapped in celebration as you threw your arms around Beau's neck and kissed him passionately.

💗 "Do you still want pie?" he whispered in your ear. "Let's get takeaway tonight," you replied with a giggle. You had a more private celebration in mind with your amazing fiance.

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Beau has a daddy kink!!!!??? I assumed it would be a sort of authority kink like "boss or admiral"

Beau “Cyclone” Simpson || 0.4

I regret to inform you that Beau does not have a daddy kink, he grimaces when it’s mentioned.

However they do discover he has a rank kink, when she crawls between his knees one night leaning back on her hunches. Her hand on his knees holding them spread as she rubbed his thighs. “What are you going to do with me now Admiral?”.

It makes him go feral.

The first time it happened he had been so startled that his cock had jumped and filled out quicker then it ever had. He growled and pulled her up into her knees into a bruising into kiss.

She let out a startled laugh “You like that do you?” She asked mirth filling her eyes.

Her hand trialed down brushing lightly over the crunch of his jeans as she stared into his eyes, “I wonder what else’s you’d like” she murmured.

It’s safe to say that it was added to their date nights, he often took the time to worship her when he had time.

He loved to just lay her down and eat her out until she couldn’t do anything but whine, her hand in his hair pulling him closer.

He enjoyed their new added game.

“Oh please Admiral, please let me cum!” “Do you think you’ve been good enough?” “No admiral” “Then you owe me 3 more orgasms”

He loved to work her open with his tongue and fingers to watch her cry out below him before he splits her open on his dick.

He loved the soft whine of relief when he finally pushed into her, the soft exhale of air. That setting of peace as if she could live there impaired on his dick for the rest of her life and be content. So blissed out.

He loved every part of her but that one was a bold favourite.

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