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[justanotheranxiousfangirl]

[justanotheranxiousfangirl]

I put this in submit on accident but what if when out in public Mrs.Seresin is breastfeeding baby girl and someone does something to make the mrs uncomfortable or insecure and Jake and daggers defend her! Opposites attract world would be awesome! Thank you ❤️

it's all good! Just a reminder to all, my ask box is called "Attention to the talk" (it's a term we use in my unit when they want us to pay attention) Also, tweaking this just a tad so it's when Mrs. Seresin has Eli:)

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It wasn't every day that Jake got to bring his kids to the hangar, but when he did get the chance, he was all smiles about it. Some members of the dagger squad had just come back from a small mission overseas. Jake had opted to sit this one out, seeing as Eli was only a couple months old. Y/N appreciated having Jake home, but was starting to grow a tad annoyed with him. Jake was kinda lost without Rooster, Bob, Phoenix and Coyote at his disposal.

Jake showed Alex and Ella around the hangar, showing them different parts of the planes, and showing them the maps. Alex was more interested in all of it than Ella was, which wasn't surprising. Y/N and Jake had talked before about how much Alex took after Jake in his interest in flying. It slightly terrified him that one day Alex could grow up to join the military, but also made him proud.

"You look happy," Rooster said, putting his arm around Y/N's shoulders.

"I am, currently child free right now," Y/N smiled and held her arms out, looking as she had no kids attached to them. Bob was holding Eli, and seemed to be catching him up as well, "I'm glad you guys are back. He made me watch Texas football."

"Oh no, you poor thing," Coyote joked and she rolled her eyes.

"Hey! How about we go to the beach. . . a little dog fight football?" Maverick suggested, holding up a football in his hands.

"Beach, Papa Mav!" Ella yelled and ran towards her 'papa'.

"Sounds like that's a yes, huh, Elles?" Maverick said, and picked up the three year old in his arms.

"You okay with that?" Jake asked, putting his arm around his wife, "I could use some sun, looking a pit bale."

"Oh jeez, anymore vitamin D and it all goes to your head," Y/N joked.

"Gotta soak past those hair products first," Bob quipped.

Jake and Y/N met the team down at the beach after they stopped by home to get the kids ready. Since the addition of Eli, it got a bit more challenging to get three Seresin kids ready to go anywhere, but they managed. Alex was six and could kind of get his own stuff together with supervision, and Ella was starting to do the same. Jake could handle the two older kids while Y/N focused on getting the baby ready.

Penny was sitting under an umbrella on the beach, and called Y/N over to sit next to her. She smiled at the older woman, as Alex and Ella engulfed her in a hug.

"Oh hi, babies," Penny smiled, "Amelia! Kids are here!"

"Millie!" Ella yelled as the teen walked out from the Hard Deck, "Momma can we go to the water?"

"Stay with Amelia and Alex, okay?" Y/N said, and Ella nodded with a smile. Y/N greeted Amelia, and then sent the three of them on their way.

"Look at him," Penny cooed, seeing the baby strapped to her chest, "Snug like a bug."

"You should see Jake wearing this thing," Y/N giggled, "He wasn't a fan of it with Alex, I think partially because he was just so little, but he fell in love with it and the wrap around one when we had Ella."

Y/N carefully sat down on the blanket next to Penny, then unstrapped the baby on her chest. Eli let out a soft cry at the loss of warmth from his mother, but was content once he was laid on his back and given a toy. Penny smiled at the two of them, before going back to watch the aviators play.

"What's the point of this?" Y/N said, looking up from her son, "Offense and defense at the same time?"

"No clue," Penny said, "Pete made it up when they came back for the uranium mission. I think they just use it as a chance to take their shirts off."

"I'm not complaining," Y/N giggled and Penny shot her a smirk.

"Hey, you just had that one," Penny laughed.

"Baby department is closed," Y/N said, "Three is enough for us. Ain't that right, Eli." She gently tickled her son's belly, getting a laugh from him.

Penny, Y/N and the kids stayed on the beach for awhile, until the older two were begging for a snack and something to drink. They sat on the deck of the Hard Deck still watching the aviators play and tackle each other in the sand.

Penny had gotten Alex and Ella chicken strips and fries. They both sat at the table outside with Y/N, watching their dad and uncles play. Eli had started to grow fussy, and Y/N knew that it was getting close to feeding time for him. She noticed some eyes drift over to her as Eli let out a loud cry.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Y/N said, listening to his cry, “You’re hungry aren’t you. I got you, baby boy,” Y/N grabbed a blanket from the diaper bag to cover herself. She tried her best to hush Eli while she got herself situated, pulling down the strap of her swim suit, “Shh, Eli, it’s okay.” It was hard to get Eli positioned right to latch with him moving around, but once she did, his cries ceased. She made sure the blanket was covering everything, as she sat back in her chair a bit.

"Do you really have to do that?" A man in a khaki uniform asked her. He had to be fresh out of flight school. He only had a silver bar on his uniform and a singular rack of ribbons.

“What?” Y/N asked softly, looking up at him. 

“That.” He said nodding to her feeding Eli, “It’s weird. They have bathrooms ya know."

“Oh,” Y/N heart fell into her stomach, and she suddenly felt very exposed, even though her chest and feeding son were covered, “I’m sorry, I can leave. Um, Alex, Ella, I'll be right-” Y/N started to gather her diaper bag and push off the couch when Jake and the dagger squad walked up on the deck. 

“What did you say to her?” Jake asked the young aviator who was still looking over at Y/N. 

“It’s okay, Jake,” Y/N said, trying to deescalate the situation. 

“No, what did you say?” Rooster asked. 

“I just asked her to go somewhere else,” The aviator, “Not everyone wants to see that.” 

“That?” Jake, raised his eyebrows and clenched his jaw, “That is completely natural for a woman to do for her child. It’s her body and she is doing what it is designed to do. Nobody else was bothered by it but you, so why the fuck are you trying to sexualize somethig so natural and innocent?” 

“I-I’m not.” 

“Then you’ll be okay if the mother of my son feeds him where she feels comfortable,” Jake said, and walked over to the empty seat next to her. He put his arm around Y/N, trying to make her feel more comfortable. Y/N settled into him, and he placed a kiss on her temple.

"You can leave now," Bob said, and the aviator got up from his spot quickly.

"Wait," Phoenix said, and the aviator stopped in his spot, "What's your name?"

"Lieutenant Correll, Stallion," He said.

"Thought so," Phoenix smirked, "Well, Stallion, you'll report to the hangar at zero five Monday morning. . . bring a toothbrush."

"Multiple, actually," Payback said, "My plane is a little dirty from the last mission."

"Bring a friend too," Coyote said. Lieutenant Correll gulped audibly, "Okay, now fucking leave." He scurried away from them quickly, running into Maverick as he walked down the steps of the deck.

“What did you do?” Maverick asked, walking over to the table full of his aviators.

“Nothing, he can just go fuck off,” Jake mumbled. 

“Jake,” Y/N sighed, “If you guys are uncomfortable with me breastfeeding Eli-” 

“None of us are uncomfortable by it, Y/N,” Rooster said, “It’s like a mom thing to do, ya know.” 

The team agreed and sat down in various chairs around the Seresin family. Y/N smiled at them and then looked down, seeing Eli slowly falling asleep against her chest. When she was done feeding, Phoenix helped her cover herself up, as Jake was burping Eli. Y/N let the daggers take the kids back to the water.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Y/N said, as she finished pumping. 

“Yes I did,” Jake answered, “I’m not going to let anyone make you feel uncomfortable for doing something totally natural. There are so many benefits with breastfeeding, there’s the vitamins, the skin to skin contact, the bonding, the-” 

“Okay, I know,” Y/N said, cutting him off with a smile, “This isn't my first go around with this. But thank you, daddy.” She smirked and Jake rolled his eyes, pulling her in for a kiss.

“It’s my job, mommy.”

[justanotheranxiousfangirl]

Modern au Steve using BeReal,, he would be a total menace - especially king steve,,, so many sweaty, red faced post sex posts <3

god yeah

you just hooked up for like the third time after you said last time was REALLY the last time. and you literally finish like two times and he cums all over your stomach. and he rolls over to his phone, face completely red hair fucked sweat on his neck, and he’s like “oo be real went off” and then he takes the hottest grossest pic of himself like😏 and then he flips it around real quick to take a pic of you, literally naked in his fucking bed and you’re like “steve what the fuck-” but you’re able to cover yourself with a pillow just in time and your face is like🤬 and he posts it and captions it like “guess what we just did!!!!😀👍”

[justanotheranxiousfangirl]

Hi hi! I’m sure you’re being flooded, but I’d love a little something about younger (20 or older though!) reader babysitting for dad! Steve. Smutty if you feel so inclined. Can be single or not, dealer’s choice!

I went wayyyy overboard with this, oops, but it was so sexy omfg

word count: 2k

warnings: huge age gap (45+ vs 20), unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral m receiving, sliiiightly mean dom steve, size kink, stomach bulge kink, daddy kink

You'd been crushing on Mr. Harrington for years, actually... even before the divorce.

It wasn't just that he was good-looking, although that was obviously part of it. It was the way he acted with you, it made you feel all girly and little and dumb; it was the way he played with his kids which made your uterus sob in envy; it was the way he wore reflective shades to the pool and you had to wonder if he was looking at you and seeing how much you'd grown.

For the longest, much to your dismay, nothing happened between you. You'd been trying to make conversation after he came back each night to finish your babysitting shift, but it never really worked. Nothing worked, actually, not even the skimpy outfits or the strategic bending over or the casual touches to his arm or knee.

Nothing worked until last night.

It started mostly normal, except that he was obviously in a worse mood than usual. You asked how his date went; he dodged the question. You pressed again, and he shook his head as he sat down on the couch, running his hands over his hair.

"It's starting to feel futile," he explained, speaking quietly knowing his kids were asleep down the hall.

"What is?"

"All of it," he breathed. "Dating, work, all of it."

You sat next to him, pulling your knees up on the sofa and tilting your head sympathetically. "Tell me about it," you offered.

Amazingly, he did. He told you about how each woman he went out with was worse than the last, and he didn't trust any of them with his kids. That made your heart skip; I'm his babysitter, he trusts me with his kids.

He told you about how rough the divorce had been, and then the custody arrangements. Apparently he was still dealing with that even though Mrs. Harrington had moved out probably almost two years ago now.

He told you about how hard his job was, how the hours killed him, how he could barely find time to spend with his family because he was putting out everyone else's fires at the office.

"That all sounds really stressful, Mr. Harrington," you cooed when he finished his rant. "You need to relax."

He chuckled a little. "Easier said than done."

"Maybe I can help you."

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, but his eyes went wide as he watched you get on your knees on the ground.

"Let me help you relax, Mr. Harrington," you pleaded, running your hands over his legs gently as they stayed slightly spread on the couch.

"Oh, uh— I— sweetie, we can't—"

You reached up to his belt, and even if his words were hesitant, he lifted his hips slightly to make it easier for you to unbuckle it.

"Are you— fuck— are you really—? Baby..."

It made your hips wiggle against the carpet hearing him talk like that. You got his fly open next, and started to rub his cock through his boxers underneath. His eyes followed your every move in disbelief.

He was just starting to get hard when you took him out, but he was already so big... your mouth was watering. You couldn't wait any longer: you looked up at him for just a second before you leaned forward and took his fat head into your mouth.

Groaning and tilting his head back, his hands found purchase in your hair instantly.

"Fuuuck," he breathed, "you're... you're so bad, sweetie, you know you shouldn't... oh my god."

You bobbed your head eagerly, feeling him swell and harden against your tongue until your mouth was stretched to its limit by his size. You hummed around him joyfully, revelling in the softly salty taste on your tongue. Stroking with your hand what your lips couldn't reach, you took a break after a few minutes to look up at him for approval.

"Where'd a sweet girl like you learn how to do that?" he asked with a long sigh. "Fuck, keep sucking... look up at me, baby."

You did as you were told, and he adjusted his hips slightly so it was easier for you to keep eye contact with him while you suckled at his throbbing head.

"Good," he praised, stroking your cheek as you worked. "Such pretty eyes... and that pretty mouth too, god. Take it deeper, sweetie, you can choke a little."

His hand helped push you down until his dick hit the end of your throat, and you gagged helplessly. He moaned loudest at that, eyes falling shut for a moment.

"Too big for your little mouth, huh?" he noticed. "Poor baby. Choke on me again."

You did as he said and noticed his hips rocking up to push his cock even deeper and gag you even harder. Tears welled in your eyes but he purred in satisfaction.

"Mm, good job," he praised, "you're so good for me, sweetie."

Needing a break for your throat, you pulled back and stroked him slowly as you made conversation. "How long has it been since somebody sucked your cock, Mr. Harrington?" you asked sweetly.

"Fuck, I don't even know— years? Before Allie was born, probably. She didn't... she never did it, really," he mumbled, and you tried not to bite your lip. Of course his bitch ex-wife never did this to him, he was probably so starved for affection for ages.

"That's such a shame," you pouted, "it tastes so good. I'd never be able to stop tasting you, Mr. Harrington."

"Then don't stop," he encouraged, pushing your head down again. You got back into the pattern, only taking breaks to lathe the shaft in long licks from base to tip; he seemed to like those a lot.

Sometimes you felt his cock throb and you hoped it meant he would come soon: you couldn't wait. You went on for a while longer, though, and started to get desperate for it. When his heavy breathing made you pretty sure he was close, you broke the pattern one more time to encourage him. "I want you to come in my mouth," you informed him. "M'gonna swallow it, sir, I promise."

"No, fuck no," he interrupted, surprising you. "No, I want that pussy. Fuck, I need your pussy, get up here."

You climbed onto the couch eagerly, straddling his lap as he started to pull your skirt up right away. He snapped your panties off like it was nothing, instantly groaning at the sight of your mound beneath; you felt so exposed in the best way, you worried you were going to drip right down onto his khakis with him looking at you like that.

"Fuck, sweetie, you're so gorgeous," he sighed, "such a gorgeous little pussy. C'mere..."

He held your thighs, petting them as he guided you down to his cock. He stopped looking at it once he was just barely pushing inside, instead starting to watch your face as you sank down onto his length with a moan. "Fuck!" you whimpered. "Fuck, too big, you're too—"

"Shh, shh," he soothed, "gotta be quiet, baby, the kids are asleep."

Your gut burned from how stupidly hot that was, and you bit your lip to try to keep it down. His cock reached the end of you and you jolted, trying to move back up, but he shook his head and kept guiding you down.

"No, sweetie, you need to take all of me," he scolded gently. "You're gonna take all of me, fuck, so good..."

Finally, somehow, he managed to get it all inside until your thighs were flush with his. You were shaking, it was so deep you were shaking; there was a slight bulge in your tummy where his cock filled you. "Mr. Harrington, it's too deep..."

He growled, actually growled, and held your hips tightly. "No, baby, it's just the right amount. You're taking me so good... all of my cock is in you, sweetie, you're doing so fucking good. Now just ride me."

Shaking and whimpering, you started to rock your hips on top of his; he sighed and watched you, looking wrecked in the best way.

"Yeah, fuck," he encouraged, "fuck, you know how long it's been since I had pussy like this? Tight, wet, young pussy like yours? You feel so fucking good..."

"You too," you moaned, "you feel so good, Mr. Harrington..."

He smirked a bit. "I think we're on a first name basis by now... but I want you to keep calling me that anyways. It's so fucking cute."

Pulling you a little closer, he whispered right by your ear.

"Maybe," he suggested, "you could even call me daddy."

"Oh, daddy," you pounced on the opportunity immediately, and he groaned in satisfaction. "Daddy, it feels really really good..."

"Yeah? Well then why don't you cream for me, huh? Let that cute little pussy come on my cock—"

You didn't even let him finish. You'd been worked up since he got here and it hit you all at once. He watched you proudly, thin laughter ringing in your ears.

"God, you're so sensitive," he groaned, "it's gonna take me a while, baby, I'm not as young as you... takes me all night sometimes."

You shuddered; "I don't have anywhere to be..."

"Yeah you do," he corrected, starting to guide your hips as your motions faltered from the exhaustion of coming. "Your parents are probably worried about you, sweetie. They don't know what a slut you are, do they?"

You shook your head. "N-no, daddy..."

"Fuck," he breathed, "you're so cute... show daddy your tits, sweetie— lift up your shirt for me and show me your tits."

He was more than capable of doing it himself, but he preferred to watch you roll up your tank top and let him see your tits, hardened from being so turned on by all this. You'd stopped wearing a bra around him months ago, and it was all worth it as he reached up and palmed one of your breasts.

"Mm," he hummed, "you've got great tits, baby— you show them off too much, though."

He slid his hand across your chest to touch the other gently. "I only did that for you, Mr. Harrington," you promised, "I just wanted your attention... wanted you to see how grown up I am..."

He smirked. "You got my fucking attention, sweetie."

With renewed energy, you started to take control again, riding him in earnest. "Really?" you confirmed hopefully. "Did you think about me, daddy? Did you ever jerk off and think about my tits?"

He delayed his answer by hissing a little, looking down at where your pussy slid up and down on him before tilting his head back again. "Yes," he admitted, "yeah, I thought about you. I would've done it a lot more if I knew you wanted me to."

"Of course I wanted you to," you giggled, "I have such a big crush on you, Mr. Harrington, I have for so long..."

"A crush, huh?" he laughed.

You nodded eagerly, whining when he held onto you tighter and started to thrust up into you off the couch.

"You know I'm more than twice your age, right?" he reminded you with a purr, and you nodded. "You know I'm older than your dad, right?"

Your head was spinning, but you nodded again.

"And you know I could get you pregnant... right?"

You moaned, head falling back, and he laughed.

"I knew it," he gloated, "I knew that was what you wanted— knew you needed some babies fucked into you, sweet girl. Daddy's gonna knock you up, s'that what you want?"

"Yes, yes!" you sobbed.

You weren't moving at all now, you were limp and useless as he thrust up into you hard and fast, making you cry and moan so loudly he had to cover your mouth. "I'll come, fuck, nice and deep," he promised, "and give you a baby, yeah? Get you so full and pregnant, just how you want it."

You were begging him for it, but it was all muffled into nonsense under his hand as he fucked up into you rough and fast. It ended with a groan, his head falling back and his body going limp under you as he came. You collapsed onto him, both of you sinking into the couch as you caught your breath.

His hands rested on your thighs still, sometimes petting them or moving up to your waist; you shyly hid your face in the crook of his neck, hardly believing that this really happened— and terrified you would wake up and realize it was all a wonderful dream. "Think I'm gonna need you to babysit for me again tomorrow night," he broke the silence suddenly. "I'll pay double for the short notice."

"I'll do it for free," you replied.

[justanotheranxiousfangirl]

Nightmare of a Roommate

Requested: Nope

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader

Word count: 3k

Summary: When you are forced to share an apartment with the notorious Bagman, life seems to be harder than it should be. But what difference does a few weeks together make?

Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of death, the usual fluff

A/N: Two posts in one week?! I had this idea come to me today and knew I needed to get it out! I love to hear all your thoughts and comments! As always, my inbox is open to you!

Top Gun was currently redoing their dorms which meant the group of aviators who were called back were placed in apartments close to the base. Normally it wouldn’t have been a huge deal, but the number of vacant units caused a slight issue. Everyone had to pair up. The higher ups figured the best way to do it was for everyone to draw a number that way no one can complain about how it was done. Or at least not blame them for who their roommate would be for the next few weeks.

You each took a turn drawing a paper out of the hat and you pulled out the number 4. You smiled to yourself because that number had been your lucky number for as long as you could remember.

That was until a southern voice called out, “Which lucky person got the other number 4?”

You cringed at the question and Natasha looked over your shoulder in curiosity. “Oh god. Hey Bagman, what kind of flowers do you want at your funeral?”

You smirked at the question and his answer almost made you laugh. “Is that the kind of question you ask guys? No wonder you’re still single.”

Her laugh told you she found the whole situation entertaining. “Might want to get your affairs in order. I don’t see you lasting more than a week with Y/N.”

His head whipped over to you and a slow smirk appeared on his face much to your annoyance.

“Wipe that look off your face before I do it for you.” He chuckled and held up his hands in mock surrender.

“I’ll make sure to keep my door locked at night.” He gave you a wink and turned back to Coyote.

You couldn’t help but shake your head at what just happened. Of all the people here, you just had to be paired up with the teenager on steroids.

Natasha came and put an arm around your shoulder. “If it gets too bad, we can set up something in my room.”

You gave her a weak smile, “Thanks, but I think I can manage a few weeks with him. If something changes, like needing help to bury a body, you’ll be my first call.”

She snorted in response, “I already know a good spot to hide him.”

A voice behind you both made you jump. “The two of you are scary.” Bradley had a concerned look on his face, but Natasha waved him off. “Don’t get on our bad side, Bradshaw and you’ll be fine.”

Day one and you already wanted to strangle the man. You knew everyone had their own quirks when it came to their routine, but his were borderline insufferable.

It started out with only having one bathroom. If the Navy taught you anything, it was how to be quick about your personal time. Your showers were under five minutes, and you were courteous enough to do your hair in your room. The only issue was, you forgot to brush your teeth while you were in the bathroom. Something you planned on quickly doing when the blonde was done with his shower.

A few minutes of waiting turned into nearly half an hour, and you had to leave for base if you didn’t want to be late. What the hell he was doing in there you had no idea, but you couldn’t wait any longer. You mumbled “asshole” and walked out of the apartment to your car, making a mental note to move your toothbrush later.

The group of you were ushered into the hanger, getting ready to listen to the plan for the day. A tap on your shoulder had you turning around to see your roommate from hell holing out some gum.

“Thought you might need it.” You narrowed your eyes at him and shook your head.

“I knew it took a lot of hair product for your hair to be the way it is, but thirty minutes to get ready seems like a waste of time. Clearly it didn’t do you any favors.” You turned back around before you could see his reaction, but the muffled laughs around you had you smirking.

End of week one and the two of you were getting into a small routine, being able to work around each other. He realized very quickly not to talk to you first thing in the morning. Getting a breakfast burrito thrown at him was not something he wanted to make a regular occurrence, so he kept his distance until you had a cup of coffee in you.

That morning though, he came in from a run just as you were waking up. Seeing the sand come off his shoes into the kitchen had you taking deep breaths to keep your cool. You had to admit, seeing him shirtless was a sight to be had, but it still wasn’t good enough to mask his intolerable personality.

“I don’t understand why you have to go for a run every morning.” Not only did it bring in the sand, but the smell of sweat wasn’t also something you particularly enjoyed.

“I’m flattered that you think these good looks are all natural, but sadly I do have to work out.” It took your brain a few seconds to process what he had said, and you opened your mouth to try and come up with what you meant.

“That’s not-no. I meant-you know what, whatever.” His laugh was what you heard as you retreated to the bathroom, and you knew the best way to get back at him. You took your five-minute shower and then kept the hot water running full blast as you finished getting ready in the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, you walked out ready for the day and gave Hangman a smile as you passed him in the kitchen. He gave you a questioning look, but eventually went to go take his shower.

You were about to walk out to your car when you heard a shout, “God dammit!” A smile was plastered on your face for the rest of the day.

Hangman stopped you in the hall at Top Gun and asked why you used all the hot water. “You seemed to get all hot and bothered talking about yourself this morning that I figured you needed a cold shower to calm down.” He stood there looking like he was pissed off with what you said, but the stupid smirk appeared. “Good thing I love a cold shower. It’s better for my hair.” And walked off.

Things changed in week two. Training had gotten intense and the stress of everything was starting to show with everyone. Coyote ended up in G-LOC and Natasha and Bob had to eject after a bird strike. Things like that had old memories surfacing and you could only hide so much. Your teammates had no idea you were struggling to keep it together, but Hangman saw right through your act. He just didn’t know how to approach the subject without pissing you off.

It was three in the morning and a nightmare had woken you up. Knowing that if you closed your eyes, it would just replay again. So, you made the decision to get up and watch tv. You kept the volume down low to not wake up your roommate, but you didn’t know he woke up during your nightmare.

With thin walls, Hangman could hear everything that went on in your room. He knew when you finally went to sleep at night or when you decided a light workout at midnight was a great idea. But this night, he heard a pained whimper and the constant tossing and turning coming from your bed. It didn’t take long after for the footsteps to follow and the opening and closing of your door. What surprised him though, was the tv turning on in the living room at three in the morning.

He knew you had problems getting to sleep or staying asleep. But most of the time you at least attempted to get a few hours in before getting up. Tonight, was a red flag for him and he knew he couldn’t stay silent anymore. No matter how much you hated him, he couldn’t let you keep going the way you were. Eventually the lack of sleep is going to catch up and he knew it would be while you were in the air.

Your ears perked up when you heard a door open. A few seconds later, Hangman came walking into the living room and sat on the couch across from you. This was the first time either of you interacted with each other this late at night and you could feel the uneasiness coming off of him. A glance over to him showed he was lost in thought, looking at the ground in front of him.

“What are you doing up?” His eyes lifted towards you at the question, and you waited for him to answer.

“I could ask you the same thing. Last I checked, there was nothing good on at 3 in the morning.” Your eyes squinted at his response, and you tried to figure out his play.

“I don’t see why my sleeping habits are of concern to you.” Your answer seemed to deflate him a bit. Almost like he was disappointed in what you said. But again, you didn’t understand why.

“Look, Y/N. I know you haven’t been sleeping and recently you haven’t been yourself. The others don’t see it because you do a pretty damn good job of putting on an act, but I do. Is it something I’ve done? Because if that’s the case, I’ll go bunk with someone else. I don’t need you getting hurt out there because me.”

His words hit you harder than you wanted to admit. You tried to figure out how he came to that conclusion and thought back to this last week. You were closed off, the jokes you made towards him had all but vanished, and you mainly kept to your room. But it wasn’t because of him. It was easier to hide away than explain to someone what was going on.

“It’s not that. Work has been stressful, and I have my own way of dealing with it.” It wasn’t a lie, but it was a very watered-down version of the truth.

“And the nightmares?” You winced at that question. Here you thought you had been doing a good job of hiding things, but the blonde in front of you was too observant for his own good.

“Why does it matter? In a week we won’t be roommates anymore and everything will go back to the way it was.” In a last-ditch attempt of avoiding the real issue, pushing him away seemed like the best option. Until he said what he did.

“Because I know what it’s like to be a prisoner in your own head. To feel like the world around you is moving too fast for you to keep up. And while I may not be your biggest fan, I wouldn’t wish that kind of internal struggle on anyone.” You watched as he ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to find the right words. The ever so cocky pilot wasn’t here tonight, and you found yourself struggling to keep your composure. It was easier to put up a front when he was the worst version of himself. But this was different.

“How about tonight we pretend like we don’t have a million differences with each other. You can say anything, and I won’t judge or even bring it up in the morning. But something is wrong, and you need to talk about it. And what better person to do it with than someone who doesn’t know you that well?”

He was right. If you confided in one of your close friends, like Natasha, you knew it was something she would remember for a long time. While she may not judge, the pity looks were just as bad. Hangman was a near stranger when it came to personal information. The two of you only knew each other on a surface level, never trying to push boundaries.

“Last year there was an accident. A friend and I were on a routine flight when a bird strike hit. Both of our planes caught fire and I ejected without a problem. Her lever was stuck, and she ended up crashing her plane into a mountain. This last week just opened old wounds and it’s like my mind is stuck in the past. I’m either too worked up to fall asleep or a nightmare wakes me up. Every time I close my eyes, that day keeps playing on a loop and I guess I just thought it would eventually stop.”

You knew the memory would never quite leave you alone, but you hoped things would at least get easier. But seeing Natasha’s plane crash was too close to the original memory.

“Can I make a suggestion and you not get mad?” It was a loaded question, but your desperation for some sort of help pushed you to nod your head.

“Sometimes having someone near you when you go to sleep can help. It’s almost like a sense of safety that you can sleep, and the other person will have your back. I’d rather you be pissed off next to me while you get a few hours of sleep than have to stand next to your casket because you couldn’t think clearly in the sky.”

His words were brutally honest, and you couldn’t tell if you were thankful or not for it. To have someone not tip toe around your feelings was almost refreshing, but why did it have to be Jake Seresin of all people?

The last two weeks have been nothing but a challenge living together. You were two very different people forced to coexist and now he was talking about you sleeping in his bed. The boundaries you had made very early on were about to be crossed and that’s what you were struggling the most with.

“It will change things.” Was your response to his suggestion. But a quick shake of his head and you knew it was a weak argument.

“Nothing changes. You need a source of safety and I’m willing to provide it. I know you may not think I’m a team player, but when it really counts, I’ll have your back no matter what.” You searched him for any signs of misleading, but the only thing you saw was a genuine concern.

“Okay. But only for tonight.” He gave you a small smile, one you had never seen before. The smirk you had come to hate was nowhere to be seen and you were starting to wonder how much of a front he puts up. Because then man that was currently offering his bed to help you sleep, was not the man you thought existed.

You awkwardly crawled into his bed and turned with your back to him, facing the wall. You felt the bed dip, and the warmth behind you told you he wasn’t far. To your surprise, his hands stayed to himself, and he was a respectable distance from you. But the sound of his even breaths mixed in with the smell of him had you slowly drifting off to sleep.

A few days had passed, and Jake was honoring what he had said that night. Nothing was ever brought up and the two of you went back to how things were. But things seemed easier now. The dancing around each other in the morning was seamless and you found his presence to be comforting rather than an annoyance. Things moved forward and for once you felt like you were keeping up.

That night came at you like a fright train. You had gone the last few nights without a nightmare and only a few wakeups. But the hope of moving forward was quickly crushed when you woke up out of breath and tears streaming down your face.

It almost scared you how much you didn’t think about what you did next. You walked out of your room and knocked on the bedroom door next to yours. Jake answered the door in sweatpants and his hair in a million different direction. Clearly, he had just been woken up. But he very quickly was on alert as he took in your tear stained face and shaking hands.

“I-I’m sorry. I woke up and just came here. I didn’t mean to wake you. I-“ He cut you as he wiped a few tears away.

“Come here, sweetheart.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. One hand was rubbing the back of your head and you started to sob against him. All the hurt and pain you had been keeping in, finally escaped. You both stood like that for a few minutes, him letting you calm down some before he let go.

“Stay in here tonight. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He wiped the tears away and gently grabbed your hand, leading you over to his bed. This time was different. This time you weren’t the levelheaded pilot who knew to keep walls up around others. No, this time you were a broken girl desperate for comfort. Which is why you curled yourself up next to him, allowing him to wrap an arm around you to pull you closer.

“Get some sleep. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed the top of your head and lazily drew circles on your back.

A few weeks ago, you hated the fact you were stuck with him for the next few weeks. But now, you had no idea how you were going to let him go.  

A/N: Thank you so so much for reading!!! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it!

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Lewis was a badass.(X)

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Perfect Accidents Masterlist

Thirty years old meant you were a responsible adult, right? Wrong. When a drunken hook up with your best friend, Jake Seresin, turns into something more, you’re both faced with new feelings for one another. While trying to navigate the way of a new factor of your relationship the two of you introduce someone new to the equation.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, alcohol use, incorrect military things, unplanned pregnancy, adorableness

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Inexperienced!Eddie who has no idea that his cock is so big. And he’s got you practically crying on it but he’s so confused because he wants to make sure he’s not hurting you or doing anything wrong but nothing’s wrong because he just feels sooo good, you just can barely articulate that because you feel him in your fucking throat.

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I am very sleep deprived and misread your blog title as "we are not hoes" and I snorted cuz it sounds like a challenge

So maybe Eddie or reader says that and gets proven wrong

I couldn't think of anything for this and then BOOM it hit me. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: mentions of sexual acts (18+ only just to be safe), drinking, I wrote reader with a female in mind, but they're technically gender-neutral

WC: 380

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"Okay, my turn," Robin says. "Never have I ever...had sex with a man."

You and Nancy groan as you take a swig of your drinks. Eddie and Steve grin, and Nancy takes her turn.

"Never have I ever had sex in the forest," she giggles and glances at you, knowing that you've had an escapade in those woods. But to her surprise, you're not the only one who takes a drink.

"You too?" she asks Eddie. "With who?"

"A gentleman never tells," he replies with a twinkle in his eyes. You hope no one can see you blushing.

"Enough about Munson," Steve grimaces. "I have a good one. Never have I ever tried BDSM."

Again, it's just you and Eddie. Your cheeks are burning, though Eddie seems to be unfazed.

"Super weird that you two have so many of these in common," Robin muses.

"Yeah, crazy coincidence, I guess," you mutter, taking a huge gulp of your drink because, let's face it, you need it.

Nancy nods. "Almost like..." Her eyes go wide and she clamps her mouth shut.

Steve, however, lacks the tact that Nancy has, blurting out, "Oh my God, you did that stuff together??"

"When did this happen?" Robin sputters, nearly spilling her beer.

Eddie grins at you slyly. "Let's see...we last hooked up, like, an hour before we got here?"

"OH MY GOD!" Steve yells, running his hands through his hair. "When did this start?"

"Four months ago," you admit.

"FOUR MONTHS?" It's Robin's turn to shout. "You've been keeping this from us for FOUR MONTHS?!"

"How did this even happen?" Nancy pipes up, intrigued by the gossip.

Eddie shrugs. "Jus' bored and horny, I guess."

"You guys are such hoes," Robin snorts.

Eddie puts a hand to his chest, feigning shock. "We are not hoes!"

"So, is this, like, a thing?" Steve points between the two of you.

Truthfully, you're not sure exactly what this is. Eddie's right; this all started due to sheer curiosity and your attraction towards one another, but it felt like it morphed into something more.

Before you can formulate a response, Eddie speaks. "Y/N, wanna go on a date tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," you stammer, flustered by his question. "S-sounds good."

Eddie turns back to Steve. "Yeah, it's a thing."

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Lost in the Heat of it All

Kinktober day 15 - overstimulation

It doesn’t matter that you’re done cumming. It’s over when Eddie says it’s over.

18+ minors DNI

Straight to smut

She couldn’t breathe. Eddie was still going down on her, even though she had insisted she had cum enough and he could stop. There was nothing left for her to give. She had squirted more than twice. The inside of her felt numb. Her clit burned. “You’re so pretty when you don’t know left from right,” he growled as he continued to suck and lick at her clit. Once again, her thighs tightened around his head as she stretched out into her orgasm. “Okay, okay, okay,” she cried as he slammed his tongue against her swollen bud. “I’m good I am so good Eddie please.”

He stood. Finally. She rolled to her side and tried to catch her breath. Eddie fiddled around in the bedside drawer. She assumed he was digging for a lighter. “Back on your back, dear,” he directed. “Eddie, I’m finished. You made me cum so much I died and came back.” He shook his finger at her and waved his hands for her to roll over. “You can still talk,” he said, “I’m not done.” He pushed your legs open.

Eddie was fully clothed. He had no interest in cumming. It was plenty for him to watch you turn into butter. Stupid, fucked out, sexy and lost. You exhaled your irritation and prepared for more touching. The vibrator turned on. “Fuck, Eddie, no, please-“ you knew now that he wasn’t going to stop until you passed out or forgot how to speak.

“Baby, you should know by now I’ll stop when I want. Just relax and cum for me.” Eddie kissed at your thigh, then pushed the vibrator against your clit. Your spine curved up. “Good girl, you’re already there?”, he grinned. You nodded, preparing to scream out. When the intensity finally overflowed you screamed his name and your legs snapped shut. His biceps pressed and stretched his sleeves as he flexed to force your legs back open.

You thrusted involuntarily, chasing another wave of ecstasy. “It’s too much, shit, fuck, shit-“ you came again, and your entire body went limp. Your body felt separate from your mind. You were somewhere between asleep and a third orgasm. You snapped back to reality as you squirmed, flooding the bed in your juices. No words came out, you just screamed and stared at Eddie. The life drained from your eyes.

“That’s my girl. There you are, too fucked out to think. I love how easily you turn into this. For such a smart girl you sure do look dumb as hell right now.”

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How the Top Gun boys react to their son’s friends having a crush on you

PAIRING: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Reader, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Reader, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Reader, Ron “Slider” Kerner x Reader.

SUMMARY: You’re a MILF and your husband knows it all too well — he just didn’t expect having to deal with your son’s friends having a crush on you.

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

WARNINGS: Minors going through that embarrassing phase of having a crush on someone older, but it’s not mutual at all. Explicit language. Suggestiveness. Some boys go beyond acceptable behavior so be cautious, please.

A/N: Put me on endlessly listening to Stacy’s Mom (and Jessica Ricca’s version of Stacy’s Dad) while I think about how I spent two years of my high school days having the most ridiculous crush on my literature teacher and this will come to fruition.

Maverick:

Maverick has a great eye for many things, but especially for recognizing teenagers who pose a threat to his peace of mind.

He lives in a testosterone-filled environment most of the time since he first joined the Naval Academy.

And he was a kid dealing with those puberty hormones a few years ago — actually, it was 24 years ago, but don’t tell him or your husband will have an identity crisis.

The point is that he can easily spot the change in the behavior of his seventeen-year-old son Ethan’s friends.

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Imagine Handing Out Candy With Hangman

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, steam

Word Count: 1k

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Mad About the Boy

fratboy!bradley bc i said so (isn’t he so meow in this)

summary: trying to tutor bradley bradshaw was infuriating for many reasons, not all of them you expected.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: smut but no actual sex, allusions to smut, swearing, frat boys 😟, pet names, one mention of daddy issues (not in reference to reader) LOL

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“Romeo is crazy for tying himself down like that so young,” Bradley complains for what seems like the hundredth time in the past hour.

You sigh, sick of his Shakespeare ‘interpretations’ which have been interrupting your tutoring session. This year you had prayed that keeping your head down and getting on with your classes would mean you could get by with ease. However, your English lit professor had other ideas. You had no idea why Bradley Bradshaw was even in this class, from what you had heard he was headed straight to flight school after graduation so analysing classic literature didn’t necessarily seem up his alley.

“We’re not talking about Romeo, we’re talking about Juliet’s relationship with her father.”

“Shit, daddy issues? Yeah I’ve dealt with that before someone tell Romeo to get out while he can.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes once again and readjust your glasses.

“Look, I don’t think we’re getting anywhere today, we can just start again next session.”

Bradley seems upset at your suggestion and speaks up quickly, “No! Please, don’t go I’m sorry. I promise I’ll pay attention now.”

This was one of the many things you claimed to hate about Bradley Bradshaw. Not the fact that he was in a frat, or that he had a ridiculous name, it was the fact that he always managed to get you wrapped around his finger. You’d promised yourself when your professor had asked you to do this that you wouldn’t fall into his traps, his big brown eyes or his backwards caps that he somehow managed to pull off.

Bradley’s looking at you from where he’s sat across the table in the private room you’ve booked in the library. He’s wearing grey sweatpants and a tight white t shirt, he discarded his large black hoodie on a chair to his right earlier. You try not to look into his big brown eyes but you feel it would be worse to let them drift down to where his shirt is drawn tight across the expanse of his chest.

Shaking your head slightly you refocus.

“Bradley you have to promise.”

“That’s what I said sweetheart.”

That was what you hated most. That he made you feel special. That he made you feel like you weren’t just some girl picked out to tutor him. When he talks to you he always makes eye contact, he has a way of making you feel like you’re the only two people in a room even if it’s bustling with life. Even when the things he says are stupid and lack thought you want to laugh, because you want him to look at you and smile.

Fiddling with a loose piece of wool in your knitted cardigan you continue,

“Well… okay then.”

Bradley smiles, “that’s my girl.”

Your stomach flips and you feel your cheeks warm. It’s utterly embarrassing but you can’t find it in you to care. You take a deep breath and reassess, looking down to your textbook at notes you’ve highlighted to bring up and explain.

What you don’t notice is Bradley watching your ever move, smirking to himself as he sees how flustered you are.

“Right, so for context we understand the importance of the patriarchy in Shakespearean society which is why it’s shocking to audiences of the time that she disobeys her father so brazenly to elope with Romeo.”

Bradley’s watching you with his mouth slightly open. He looks adorably stupid. You look up from where you’ve been reading your annotations and he closes his mouth and leans in closer.

“Do you understand?”

Bradley winces slightly apologetically and you sigh again, wracking your brain for a way to actually help Bradley retain the information. You think back to the past few tutor sessions you’ve had with him. You had done a small assessment with him where you divided a few questions on topics and themes you’d tried to cover with him. He had excelled in one specific part but the rest was very mixed with him. You wondered what you had done in that session for him to remember so well.

“Bradley, why do you remember act 2 so well?” You ask harmlessly. Wondering what technique you tried in that session that clearly worked so well.

Bradley flushes at your question, scratching the back of his neck, suddenly avoiding your eyes. You worry you’ve upset him and start to form an apology when he finally speaks up,

“Well it was on that really hot day, and you were so animated when you were explaining everything and God please don’t think I’m a dick but your tank top was really tight and I’m an idiot and-”

You’re laughing so hard Bradley stops his embarrassed rambling and looks up, brows scrunched together. You have to take a breath to collect yourself before you can speak again.

“My boobs are what kept your attention whilst talking about act 2 of Romeo and Juliet?” You giggle.

His cheeks are rosy and hot to touch, he looks bashful and has the decency to apologise,“I’m sorry, if it’s any help you were also very enthusiastic about it which was good as well.”

You snicker again and humour him, “So if I took my shirt off and repeated the last sentence you would know what’s going on?”

He laughs, glad you’re not upset at him, “I mean probably.”

He’s joking for the most part but it forms a plan in your head. You can’t really believe this is happening. You’ve seen the girls usually surrounding Bradley and you wouldn’t be a part of that crowd ever, but you’ve never seen him act this way around a girl so you decide to voice your plan.

“Bradley read back through the notes, then I’m going to quiz your orally.”

Bradley looks slightly crestfallen at the turn in conversation and at the idea that he has to study again, before you continue your plan.

“For every question you get right I’ll let you pick a piece of my clothing I have to take off.”

He looks up at you with a dazzling smile and you chuckle at his quick change in demeanour.

“Really?”

“I promise.” You mimic his words from earlier.

Bradley immediately opens his textbook to the same page as yours and pulls your notebook with extra annotations over. He reads with intent like you’ve never seen and you feel slightly annoyed that you’d never thought of this before.

You check your phone to find a text from your roommate Maya. She knew you were tutoring Bradley tonight and had sent a message saying she hopes it isn’t too bad. Boy if she knew.

You look up to see Bradley reading the last section of your notes. You’re shocked by how fast he read, before this you were 75% certain he couldn’t read, so it was a pleasant surprise really.

“I’m done, quiz me.” Bradley interrupts your train of thought.

He’s leaned back more slightly in his chair now, observing your movement openly. You stand to twist the lock on the door, although the room is in the corner of a secluded part of the second floor you can’t imagine the horror of the 70 year old library assistant (Laurie) who you’d become well acquainted with, walking in on you stripping for a frat boy.

You sit back down in your seat and pull your knees up to your chest. Bradley has closed the books and has his phone turned face down on the table, you’re impressed by his commitment.

You decide to start off easy wanting to test the water, “Why does Romeo refuse to fight Tybalt?”

Bradley smiled like you’ve asked him the easiest question in the world even though two hours ago he did not know who Tybalt was.

“He’s just married his cousin, he doesn’t want to start fighting his own family.”

You smile at his answer, “Correct.”

“Take that hideous cardigan off.” Bradley chuckles.

You gasp at his words, “I love this cardigan! My roommate knitted it for me.”

“Is she blind?”

You stifle a laugh and pull the cardigan off. Bradley sits up a little straighter as he takes in your attire which was hidden by the baggy outer layer. You’re wearing baggy sweatpants with a tight crop top. It’s worn, so it’s comfortable but it suits you well and hugs the right areas, it also shows that you’re not wearing a bra underneath. You take in Bradley’s tensed eyebrows and eyes that are already zoned in on you.

“Are you seriously rocking a semi after all I’ve done is take off my cardigan?” You tease in mild disbelief.

Bradley takes it in his stride, “It’s more from the relief of not having that eyesore right in my view anymore.”

You roll your eyes and continue on with your questions. He gets the next one right and opts for you to take off your shoes. Claiming it will make it easier for you to remove your sweatpants when he gets the next question right. You laugh at his cockiness but surely enough he gets it right. You make a show out of taking them off, wiggling your hips and turning around whilst you bend down to take them off fully. You’re glad that morning you decided to put on a nice pair of underwear, it’s lacy but tasteful. When you turn around Bradley is readjusting himself slightly and rubs a hand down his face. He has a lazy smirk plastered on,“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.”

Your face heats at his admission “You should have told me sooner.” You smirk back.

“I think you need to sit closer. So I can hear you better.” Bradley claims

You move around from the seat opposite to the seat right next to him, you go to sit down but you can see a sly look on his face that reveals he has an ulterior motive. He pulls you down onto his lap, you’re in a slightly awkward position at first but readjust so that you legs sit either side of his. You look up and catch his lips quirking up and he sighs contently as he feels the weight of you settle down on him.

“Much better.” He breathes.

You squirm slightly, worried that he can feel the warmth of you through his sweatpants. There’s only a few layers separating you now and it’s obvious to both of you. Bradley places his hands on your waist, stilling you. He groans as you rolls your hips accidentally.

“You’re killing me here sweetheart.”

You flush slightly but decide to continue your questions,

“What does her nurse suggest to Juliet at the end of the act and how does it affect their relationship?”

Bradley tries not to focus on how good you feel sat on him and wracks his brain for the answer. He remembers reading your notes about it and closes his eyes in thought. You roll your hips down with more purpose now and speak,

“5…4…3…”

Bradley groans but begins, “Bigamy! It ruins the trust they once shared!” He spits out with urgency.

He looks down at you and sees a pleased look on your face,

“Well done baby.” You speak but flush at how the pet name slips out and Bradley quirks an eyebrow.

“Shirt off, baby” Bradley copies you with a smirk on his face.

You consider letting him suffer, but you honestly want to as much as he does now. You tease him, lifting the bottom of the shirt slowly. It reaches the bottom of your breasts and you feel Bradley twitch in his sweatpants beneath you. Filled with a surge of confidence you lift your shirt swiftly, pulling it over your head carefully. Your glasses slip down your nose slightly but your hair remains mostly fine. Bradley groans loudly and you shush him.

“We’re still in a library after all,” you giggle.

He rolls his eyes but begins again, “Can I touch you?”

His sincerity shocks you and makes your heart race, “I think you deserve to yeah.”

His hands are on your breasts in an instant squeezing them with a look of awe on his face. It makes you laugh but you’re quickly silenced as his hard length is bucked up into you. You whimper quietly and he finally closes the space between you which has been reducing as the events unfolded. The kiss is tentative at first, he tastes like the spearmint gum he’s always chewing. You take the initiative and deepen the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair, you can tell he enjoys the action because he whimpers into your mouth.

Bradley finally removes his hands from your breasts and moves them to skim along your waist and finally down to your ass. He plays with the lace of your panties and you hum into the kiss. When you finally part from his lips, his chest is heaving. Your lips are swollen and rouged from the pressure and he admires them, staring down at your face. You feel him ping your panties against your hip and you finally speak up,

“We can’t fuck in the library.”

Bradley laughs and you worry that you’ve assumed too quickly before he reassures you,

“I wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart, I’m far too gentlemanly for that.” He winks. “Come to mine? I really want to give you a tour of my bedroom, maybe we can continue our tutor session there?”

You laugh at his suggestions but nod your head anyway. Bradley is nice enough to give you your shirt that is strewn across the chair next to him. You pull it over your head and Bradley pouts playfully. Leaving his lap, you’re glad to see you haven’t left a wet spot on his sweatpants but you can quite clearly see his prominent bulge. Bradley smirks as he follows your eye line. Not wanting to boost his ego even further you spin on your heel to pick up your own sweatpants and shoes. You hear him whisper a quiet ‘goddam’ as you bend over to pick up your sweatpants and once you’ve pulled them on you turn around and stick your tongue out at him. He laughs through his nose as you lace up your shoes.

Standing back up you see that Bradley has collected your books into your tote bag and is wearing it over his shoulder. The sweet action makes you smile shyly and he extends his hoodie out to you.

“I’m not being seen with you in that cardigan.”

“Shut up.”

You take the hoodie anyway and pull it over your head. It smells dizzyingly like him and you shake your head to clear your thoughts. He’s holding both your bags and tells you your cardigan is in his backpack. You pick your phone up from the table and slide it into the front pocket of Bradley’s hoodie, you spot him shooting a text to his roommate Jake telling him to be gone by the time he gets back and giggle. You make a mental note to text Maya and tell her you’ll be back later than usual.

Bradley walks you to the door with his arm guiding you on your lower back. Once you’ve unlocked it and are walking out he slips his hand into yours. The action is far too sweet for all the things he’s about to do to you, but it shows you that maybe you don’t hate Bradley Bradshaw after all.

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a/n: hehehehhee this was so self indulgent sorry,, i promise i will get to requests asap i just wanted to post this first :p i really hope everyone loves fratboy!bradbrad as much as i do

requests are still open !!!

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Plan B

“What are you thinking about so hard over there gorgeous?” Jake said his body turned towards you the arm under him propping his head up as the free hand traced light lines across your arm and towards your back. You hesitated hating having to shatter this perfect moment with reality.

“Jake, did we use a condom last night?” You whispered, so quietly that you were unsure if he had heard you.

“No baby we didn’t.” He answered, using the hand that was tracing shaped over your arm and back to anchor you at the small of your back and pull you forward, chests touching. So close that in order to look him in the eyes you had to look up.

“Umm- I’ll go buy plan b, I can take take it in front of you. But this is a really bad ti-“ you managed to stutter out as panic began to flood your veins.

“Baby baby,” Jake cut you off, “you don’t like plan b. You said so yourself” you looked up at him shocked he had remembered the offhanded comment you and phoenix had made during a drunken game of never have I ever.

*3 months ago at the Hard Deck after hours, post Uranium Mission*

“Go on, Bob!” Payback slurred, encouraging Bob to add to their drunk game.

“Ok-uh-um. Never have I ever taken Plan B.” He stuttered out.

“Oh, come on Robert, I told you that in confidence.” Phoenix groans, as she downs her 5th it was it 6th shot of the night.

The squadron turns to look at you, “hey, just because I’m Pro-Choice, doesn’t mean I have exercised that right, um I’ve just you know always wanted kids that if it were to accidentally happen, I wouldn’t be mad at it.” You managed to squeak out.

Phoenix nodded, “honestly I kind of wish I would of just let things play out, but I definitely was not Mom Material at the time.” She rests her head in your shoulder, and you run your fingers through her hair in an attempt to comfort her.

*Back to Present*

A light stroke across your cheek towards your ear brings you back to the present as Jake brushed a loose strand of hair back into place. “Babe.” He speaks, “I knew what I was doing last night and this morning. Now if you really want the plan B I can go grab one for you.” You look up at him shocked. This man, will bring you to your knees.

“If I want…” you repeat, your tone mystified.

“Yes honey,” Jake coos, “if and only if you want it.”

“So what if I want it?” You wondered aloud.

“Then I will hop in the car run to the nearest pharmacy, grab one and your favorite Starbucks drink and bring it to you with some breakfast, where we can talk about our plans for our first date.” Jake answers his face a blank smile.

“And if I don’t want it?” You prod.

“Then I will go get you some food and coffee, then we can talk about us some more and maybe kiss a little?” He offers.

“Jake, this isn’t like a she might be pregnant thing,” you began, looking at his crazy smile as you talked, “I’m ovulating, so this is like a, she will be pregnant, and having my child in 9 months thing.” He smile only grew wider.

“Then we better start looking at some houses and engagement rings, whichever one you want first.” He answers, you throw your leg over him, snd straddle him.

“What about we go for round 2 first just to make sure, you know, then breakfast?” You offered.

He smiles as he rolls you into your back, “you read my mind pretty girl, you read my mind.” He mumbles into the crook of your neck.

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[justanotheranxiousfangirl]

Could u do College au fratboy!bob ? Please and ty!

ohhhh i hope you like it!!!

bob’s not the worst of the frat boys at your college.

he’s got a cute smile and is always respectful, but he’s a frat boy and doesn’t withhold his obvious attraction to you.

like now, you’re making your way out of your lecture hall, books in hand and bag heavy on your back when you spot him.

bob pushes off the wall when he spots you and rugs on your bag strap making you stop.

“let me do it angel,” you want to scowl and deny him but the day’s been long so you acquiesce.

in his other hand he has a hot cup of something and a bag.

“how come you’re still here floyd?” he pulls the books from your hands as well before pushing the bag and cup into your now free hands.

“was waiting on someone pretty.” he flirts, blue eyes mischievous as he slants a glance at you and catches you rolling your eyes.

“it’s that tea that you like.” bob adds shyly when you don’t take a sip of the drink. your eyes widen as you look up at him.

“you got me a dirty chai?” he nods and pushes open the door open for you.

“and that lemon poppy muffin you like.”

you swoon internally, but don’t say anything. wrapped up in the thoughtfulness of his gifts and him walking you to the parking lot.

“i didn’t drive today.” you mumble sheepishly and bob grins.

“i know sweetheart, i can drive you back if you want?” bob doesn’t know how forward would be too forward right now.

“please? i’ll even spot you gas money as a thank you for the tea and muffin.” that gets him to roll his eyes.

“no you won’t. i got them for you cos i wanted to, so you’re not paying me back a cent.”

you grumble as he sets your stuff in the backseat and opens your door.

“would you at least let me get you something to eat too?” you ask and bob grins wider.

“like a date?”

“you’re insufferable robert floyd.” he grins even more. bob likes the way you can’t look at him as you fight your own smile.

“i’ll go on one date with you if you really want me to.” he teases and you just take a sip of your tea.

“you have to drive.” you mumble and bob laughs.

“yeah? how about right now?” you nod sheepishly and bob can’t help but lean over and kiss your cheek.

“you’re gonna love the cafe.” you tell him, trying to fight the heat licking up your neck at his actions.

[justanotheranxiousfangirl]

austin butler - in heat

warnings ; mentions of blood (not too much but it’s there), choking, little bit of breeding kink lol

request ; anonymous’ ask linked here

prompt ; in which you crave austin like you never have before, and he needs to take care of his lover.

a/n ; got this request and just ran with the idea because who doesn’t love some good ol’ period sex i also kinda hate this fic but i can’t read it over one more time

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it feels a little like magic. the way you crumble underneath his touch, hang off his every word as if it’s your bible. he has some kind of hold over you, a spell, that roots itself inside of you every time you’re near him. at first, you think it’s your pheromones, and you try to chalk it up to old-fashioned desire, but in reality, it’s much more than that. it’s intoxicating, electrifying, breathtaking.

he’s so used to it by now; he almost looks forward to it. he knows that even when you’re occupied, when you’re busy doing mundane activities, you’re thinking about his cock buried deep inside of you. he doesn’t think it’s insane, or overbearing, in fact, he finds it charming. he thinks it’s alluring, how you’re so hungry for his touch and hypnotized by his gaze.

but, despite all that he knows, this time is different. this time, your muscles ache and your breathing is shallow and your heart is on fire. this time, nothing is enough, not a simple hand on the thigh, nor a kiss on the forehead. you’re practically clawing at him, pleading and begging for some form of stimulation, to be close to him.

“baby, c’mere,” his voice is like satin and slips around your entire body, and you’re crawling into his lap to rid yourself of any space. he knows — he’s known all day — that you’re absolutely drenched, nothing short of ready as can be, just waiting for a green light from him.

you throw your legs over his lap, arms hugging the circumference of his chest as he lazily plays with your hair. although the couch in your home is large, you two are nestled into the corner of it, nearly sliding off the edge from how tightly you’re wound on him. he’s going to give you what you want, eventually, but he’s intrigued to see how far you’ll go to chase your release. he’s also well aware it’s an evil game to play, because he adores you more than he could ever put into words, but his own demons are relentless.

everything he’s doing is intensifying your lust for him; that coupled with the fact that you’re on day two of your period. normally, your cycle didn’t bother you — it kept to itself, but you’re hungry for more than the occasional snack.

and, he’s not helping your situation by letting a hand roam up your leg, squeezing your thigh before bringing it back down to the armrest of the couch.

again, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“please,” you whimper, burying your head into his neck and deeply inhaling to catch a bit of his scent to calm the scorching fire in your core.

he just dryly chuckles, as if he’s completely dumbfounded by your actions, as if you haven’t been acting like an animal all day. “what’s gotten into you today?”

you just whine, a pathetic little one as you look up at him, tears nearly brimming your eyes. “just need ‘ya.” it’s embarrassing as it rolls off your tongue, but the smirk on his face is evident and proof that he’s not bothered by it in the slightest.

his large hand runs over the smooth skin of your thigh, and you bite your lip to contain any more pleading mewls that might follow. he’s watching your face intently for your reaction, relishing in the knowledge that he has so much power over you. “you need me that bad?” it’s a question that he knows the answer to. just wants to hear you say it. just wants you to fall right into his lap. just wants you to be completely submissive to him.

“yes. please,” you shift uncomfortably in his lap, the grip around his waist tightening as you press your thighs together.

with his free hand, other lingering dangerously on your thigh, he pushes your legs apart, eyes meeting yours in a pocket of time. you gulp anxiously, trembling from the contact, from the sensation of his palms on your body. it’s not enough, it won’t be enough. a quick glance at your lips and you’re sure you’ll lose all control. however, instead of appeasing you, he just focuses his attention back on the television, hand still remaining in its previous position.

you were on the verge of a major breakdown. a hissy fit, one might call it. a toddler angry for not getting their way. “austin,” you narrow your eyes into slits, eyeing him.

“hm?” it’s quiet where you almost don’t catch it slip off his lips, eyes still glued to the television.

“are you serious?” your tone falters a little, sounding more beseeching than demanding. when that inquiry gains no response, you remove his hand from your thigh, placing it directly onto your breast, kneading it along with your hand. he finally looks over, bottom lip tucked under his front teeth slightly, breath hitching in his throat. heart beats just a little faster. you throw your head back in pleasure at the tenderness of your breasts, nipples hardening underneath his palm. “please, aus. i can’t take the teasing today.”

his eyes flicker from your chest to your eyes, swallowing thickly. “on your period?” he already knows. he always knows. if it wasn’t so demeaning that he was aware of how you acted around him during your cycle, the confirmation of it alone would be a turn-on. but you’re nothing but needy, nothing but his property. you just settle for a nod.

“alright, baby,” he gently picks up your legs that are now limp, standing up on his two feet and taking your hand in his. “let’s go take care of you.”

you’re in a daze, legs moving but your brain not quite following. it’s all a blur; your little feet pattering on the wooden floor as he leads you into your shared bathroom. leans over to turn on the shower, warm water streaming, hand still entangled in yours. looks back over at you and your mesmerized expression, presses his lips to yours. you become alive again, in that bathroom, with the heat from the water fogging up the mirrors and the sunlight spilling in through the glass window.

you melt into the kiss, lips dancing and hands roaming. he plays with the hem of your silk pajama shorts, gently tugging at them before they fall to the marble tiles. his touch is soft, pulling you in and keeping you at bay. he plays with your nipple through your shirt that is slightly see-through, carefully pulling it over your head. the blip in time where your lips disconnect leaves you feeling empty, but he fills you again with another kiss, your back pressing into the sink countertop. with another chaste kiss, he says, “get in the shower, my love. gonna make sure you’re all taken care of.”

you remove your underwear frantically, nearly tripping over your own two feet in an attempt to make it in the shower in one piece. you attempt to clean yourself with the steady jetstream of the shower head, whimpering at the stimulation when you reach your clitoris. “here, baby,” you hear the glass door of the shower close. “i’ll take over now.”

your hands tremble as you let the shower head fall loose from your grip, the sound of it hitting the tiled floor echoing in your ears. “you’re such a good girl,” he murmurs as he migrates towards you, a gravitational pull between you two, a tether that cannot be broken. “always the best for me.”

his luscious pink lips press against yours, his hands cupping your cheeks as a warmth spreads through your entire being, vibrating through your toes to the tip of your skull. the warm water glides down his back, hair at the nape of his neck slightly moist. the silver chain he wears dangles ever so daintily, the height difference between you two magnified when he’s towering over you. it’s all fuzzy in the room as he strips you of every feather of desire in your body; the way he kisses you as if he never has before, quelling your ache for him.

his fingers wander down to the bare skin of your thighs, tracing over them delicately. the closeness to your core makes you quiver in agony, a whimper slipping from between your lips. his lips curl upwards against yours, small smile peeking through at the way you crumble for him. his digits hover over your lower stomach, making their way down, down, down… until you’re sure you’ll combust.

he presses down on your bundle of nerves, and a yelp is exiting your mouth before you can contain it. his lips withdraw from yours briefly. looking back at you with a newfound darkness in his eyes, he begins to rub figure-eights into your clitoris, your body on fire as he keeps his pace steady. your arms wrap around his neck, fingernails digging deep and leaving imprints on his skin. it‘s as if he’s tattooing his movements into you, branding you as his. “aus..” you mewl, head falling back against the cold, unforgiving marble tiles of your shower wall.

“you feeling better, baby?” he asks.

“y-yes,” you stutter out, eyes squeezed tight as the circles he’s rubbing on your clit are engraved. your hand reaches out to his wrist, clamping in an desperate attempt for more, for something that he’s not even humanly possible of providing. like an animal in heat, rabidly scratching the itch that had brewed inside you.

the removal of his hand from your heat makes you elicit a noise that is raw and full of longing. his eyes glance back at yours, cupping your cheeks in his hands, “tell me what you want.” it’s not demanding nor possessive, just a simple statement, because he wants to please and care and tear apart any pain and suffering.

“you,” is what comes out, just enough to satisfy. “i jus’ need you, aus.”

a little smile creeps up to the edges of his lips, his tender pink ones that belong to you and you only. his blue eyes that shimmer as if they were waves crashing along the shore. “gonna need more than that, love.”

his thumb brushes over your cheekbone, blue orbs staring into your own, and you feel a calmness ripple over you. lips slightly parted, hair dampened by the constant stream of water. he is ethereal under the simple sunlight, every part of him glowing as if he were sent from above. you find your words somewhere between the ocean of his eyes and the heaven of his lips. “i need you inside of me. been thinking about it all day. please.”

“hm,” he just hums in response, reaching down and pulling your thigh up to wrap your leg around his hip. he finds your entrance easily, like he’s been doing it his entire existence, like he’ll never do anything else but this again. you bite your lip in anticipation, eyes already tight, tight, tight, colorful hues splattering across your vision. “uh, uh, open those pretty eyes for me, baby,” he taps on your chin, and you force them open in one blink.

your limb clings to his hip like you’re holding on for dear life, arm wrapped tightly around his neck. you’re all his, all his property, his good girl…

“fuck,” you moan out, a collective sigh falling from both your lips as he stretches you out with his entire length, bottoming out and filling you up to the brim. it’s like you’ve never taken him before, as if austin is tearing you in half. the feeling is pure bliss and ecstasy, and you’re panting and biting your lip so roughly you’re certain you’ll draw blood.

austin’s cock sinks deeper into you, his hand sliding down the smooth skin of your thigh, your leg still hooked around his body. his hands feel larger than normal, with fingers that are nimble and blunt, that do more than just please you. the sound of the water pattering onto the marble tiles should be enough to ground you to the earth, but it’s not. “feeling good, baby?” he checks up on you, like he always does, your fucked-out expression (although he just began) not wavering for a second.

in between the question and the heaving breaths you’re taking, he speeds up his pace, the pads of his thumbs stamping on your hipbone as he grips them for stability. you want to answer, need to answer, but it’s like he’s fucking the syllables right out of you. his hand latches onto your jaw, swiveling it to face him, your senseless train of thoughts crashing into a wall, “answer me.”

“o-oh, yes. so good, so fucking good.”

your demeanor is pitiful. you feel as though you’ve been sucker-punched, words and oxygen not coming easily to you. the incessant sound of your needy pussy dripping with desire, sucking him in, the involuntary noises it evokes. the unhinged jaw he still has his hand wrapped around. you’re glued to the bathroom wall, from the noise and the fact that he’s pounding into you now with a force that is so merciless it makes you see stars.

the wetness from your arousal mixes in with the blood from your cycle, enough to make austin lose himself in the delirium that you’re providing. it’s all too much: his skin imprinting against yours, his constant curses, heaves, your juices drowning out the run of water hitting the tile.

for a moment, he looks down to your intertwined bodies, a string of pale pink liquid (no doubt your arousal and blood) on his cock. it’s primal and crude and it should embarrass both of you: it doesn’t. he can feel your walls tightening around him, a telltale sign you’re about to burst, that you can’t take anymore, not after the way you’d been craving him all day. “hold on a little longer, love,” he whispers out, hand encroaching on your neck, wrapping his calluses around the circumference of it.

the grip on your throat causes your skin to sting. your soft whimpers scald your throat like you've accidentally swallowed a pot of boiling water. as if you're being fucked excruciatingly hard, your core oversensitive and scorching from the thrusts of his cock; the tip of his length continuing to jab at all those spots that are usually unreachable, usually miles away. there’s something in his touch, that despite all the strength of his fuck, he lets you know he’s taking care of you, that he’ll always take care of you.

with his other hand, one hand still enveloped around your throat, he presses down on the mixture of your juices and blood, trailing the warm liquid down your thigh and watching them as they create a pale shade of a pink. breath hitches in his throat. feels his cock twitch at the sight of something so real, so raw, a token that reminds him you belong to him.

“i-i’m so close, aus,” you tug at the hair that’s at the nape of his neck, the knot in your stomach slowly, slowly beginning to untie itself.

“yeah, baby? you gonna cum for me, all over my cock?” he grunts, a deep noise, guttural, uttering from the back of his throat. “jus’ wanna put a baby in you. stop you from begging me for my cock every month, huh? you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you don’t even care what he says, or what he proposes, because it’s austin. austin, the man who has loved you endlessly for four years, put you on a pedestal that no other girl could ever touch. austin, who yearns to put a ring on your pretty little finger and make you a housewife. austin, who now aches to put his semen inside you, give you a baby and a family to care for. “yes, yes. i want to have your baby,” you barely choke out the words.

“oh, fuck,” he buries his head into the crook of of your shoulder, fingernails digging into your thigh and teeth grazing your collarbone, flashes of images of you with a swollen stomach circulating in his brain. “you’d look so pretty with a belly, so full of me.”

you feel whole again, with his promises that may be empty but it’s enough to keep you satiated. you’re clawing down his back, at the images of his seed intermixing with your blood, at the dirty, filthy thought of his desire to put a child in you.

and that’s the magic of it all: he lifts you up, up, up, to bring you down, down, down.

the knot in your stomach continues to untie, the burn in your loins finally subsiding. it washes over you like a tsunami, makes you lose all control like you’re high off a drug. it’s all screams and moans and pants as your orgasm wrecks you, your walls clenching around his length, still pounding into you. your legs are trembling, eyes rolled back so far you think they might be in your brain somewhere. profanities spew from your lips, all fuckfuckfuck, shit, aus.

you sense it. austin is shaken to the core from the sight as he drives his hips into your helpless cunt one last time, bringing them up with yours as you feel the warmth of his release inside of you. the fire inside the pit of your stomach relinquishes itself to smoke. you’re still clinging to him, bodies colliding in a frantic attempt to never let the other go. it seems like he’ll never remove his cock out of you, like the idea of space is frightening to him. in some way, it is.

it really does feel a little like magic, the way you both cling onto each other. but he dwells in it, keeps him grounded on days when he’s apart from you. maybe that’s why he’ll never leave, never try and find love from anyone else, not when he has the best girl. “i love you, [y/n],” he says suddenly, eyes gleaming with desperation and longing, a sea of words he’ll never be able to express. “so much.”

you sigh adoringly, fixated on his features that are so perfectly sculpted you sometimes find yourself wondering how he landed in your lap. but, he was yours, always was, always will be. “i love you too.”

there’s more than one meaning behind those four words that you say in that moment. but, that’s all part of the magic.

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