#Beau Simpson fan fiction

[dizzybee03]

Something Sinful Happening on Sunday

A Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x OC (Ryan Reagan) story. #3 in the series

Warnings: slight smut (dry humping)

6 weeks, 42 days, 1008 hours, that's how much time had passed since Ryan and Beau’s first date. In that time the two had been together as much as they possibly could- between life as a police officer and Navy admiral that looked a little different for them than most couples.

 True to his word, Beau had been nothing but a gentleman and they had taken things slow and not rushed into having sex. Sure there had been lots of cuddling and making out like teenagers but there had also been many hours just spent talking until the wee hours of the morning.

Ryan’s work schedule was not normal and made it hard to plan normal dates since one week she may be off on Wednesday and Thursday while the next she may be off Friday and Saturday . Beau didn’t mind, he understood better than most what crazy schedules were like and was willing to meet up whenever Ryan was available. That meant the two met for lunch (almost everyday in fact) and a few evenings a week Beau drove to Ryan’s house to spend an hour or two with her after her shift. This week Beau had invited Ryan over on her Sunday off-he wanted to impress her with his culinary skills.

As Ryan pulled her 1970 black and gold El Camino into the driveway of Beau’s 2 story bungalow she felt the weight of the work week lift away. Work had been extra grueling this week and she was having a hard time shaking it. An evening with Beau was just what she needed though and she couldn't wait to get inside and be in his calming presence.

“Honey I’m home” Ryan said as she walked in the front door without knocking and closed it behind her.  “I’m in the kitchen '' Beau hollers in response. Ryan kicked her shoes off, placing them neatly under the bench in the entryway before heading towards the kitchen at the back of the house. Everything in Beau’s house had a place and Ryan tried to respect that when she was there.

“Smells heavenly in here” Ryan said, walking up behind Beau and wrapping her arms around his waist.  He turned around in her embrace kissing her softly on the lips before taking in her appearance. The circles under her eyes were dark and her small smile wasn’t quite as bright as it normally was when she said “try to ignore the fact that I look like a hot mess.  I had every intention of wearing something cute tonight but couldn’t find the energy to do more than throw my hair up and change into these old sweats.”

“Sweets you take my breath away no matter what you have on. Did you get your errands done this morning like you wanted?”

“No, not at all, I had every intention of getting up when my alarm went off and pretending to be a productive member of society but instead I slept until noon and then binged The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. I didn’t move off my couch until it was time to drag my lazy ass over here.”

“ I think you’re allowed to have a lazy day after the week you had. I know you're tired and stressed out.  Did you end up saying anything to Sgt Hollon about your concerns for Officer Roberts not being cut out for patrol?”

“I’m not sure she wanted to hear what I had to say but yeah I talked to her. I get that his dad is a big wig on the city council, but that shouldn’t matter when the kid continues to make big mistakes. I asked him twice last night if he had searched the suspect we were getting ready to transport to the jail. He told me twice that he had and yet when I searched the guy I found 2 crack rocks in the toe of his sock. Not to mention the fact that twice this week he failed to do an inspection of our squad car before our shift started….I’ve taught him to do this not only to CYA (Cover Your Ass) but for officer safety.  Luckily I didn’t trust that it had been done and went ahead to check the back seats. I’m glad I did too because someone had ditched a knife under the bench seat. It’s bordering on an officer safety issue. Not to mention the fact that he sucks at building rapport, can’t write a report to save his life and instead of de-escalating situations has a way of making them worse.  Last night  I thought about leaving my gear in the driveway and telling command to just come get it cause I quit.  Shit I’m sorry for just throwing that all at you.”

“Don’t apologize, that’s what I’m here for. Sometimes it helps to just get that stuff off your chest even if it just comes barreling out in a jumbled mess. ”Beau said while running his hands up and down Ryan's back.  I’m just sorry your week has been so stressful and that the department seems to be showing so much favoritism because this douchebag's dad is on the city council. Maybe…..”Beau started to say before being interrupted by Ryan’s mouth covering his own in a kiss that was meant to stop him from talking.

“I don’t really wanna talk about work anymore tonight” she said before kissing Beau again quickly.

He chuckled saying “what DO you wanna do then?”

“Well…..first I wanna eat whatever yummy goodness you’ve got in the oven and then I wanna cuddle up on the couch with you…….and maybe make out like horny teenagers”.

“It’s chicken parmigiana and garlic bread and you definitely make me feel like a horny teenager. I’ve taken more cold showers in the last month and a half than I care to admit” Beau said while fixing a plate of food and handing it to Ryan.

“I’d apologize but I’m really not sorry” Ryan said, smacking Beau’s ass before taking the food and sitting at the small table in the kitchen.  “How was golf with Solomon?” She asked.

“It was alright, like usual he kicked my ass. I’m honestly not sure why I keep agreeing to play with him. Sol wants to have you and I over for dinner with him and Muriel one night soon. I told him I’d talk with you and see what your next nights off looked like.”

The conversation continued to flow while they ate dinner and once the dinner mess had been cleaned up they settled in the living room. Beau turned the TV on changing it to the NFL RedZone channel saying “Chargers are playing the Steelers tonight, mind if we watch for a bit?”

“Nope, I don’t mind” the two spent the next half hour sitting side by side on Beau’s couch watching football. Ryan was absent-mindedly running her fingernails up and down Beau’s thigh. Twice Beau’s breath hitched as Ryan’s hand got dangerously high. Ryan shifted closer to Beau on the couch, his arm behind her back and his hand caressing the side of her breast. Silently Ryan turned and straddled Beau’s lap. Her hands went to his hair as she whispered “I’m gonna need you to kiss me.”

“I think I can handle that.” Beau said, his voice thick with lust. His hand that was  tangled in Ryan’s hair  pulled her head down so that their noses were touching, their lips seeking each other out in the most sensual kiss. It was as if their tongues were dancing the tango. The kiss was slow, but intense. Beau’s other hand was kneading Ryan’s firm ass. The sensation caused her to rock her hips back and forth. There was no denying how turned on they both were. Ryan could feel Beau’s impossibly hard erection underneath her as she continued to rock her clothed hips back and forth over Beau’s. Kissing down his chin and neck  Ryan moaned “God Beau I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it baby, you've got me close too” he said as the hand that had been on her ass came around and started palming her covered pussy. His thumb stroked her clit causing Ryan to rock her hips in a frenzied manner, Beau's own hips jerked up the faster that Ryan went bucking up one last time as he climaxed while Ryan leaned back slightly squeezing her covered breasts as she rode out her own high. Ryan slumped over Beau’s shoulder, tucking her head into the side of his neck chuckling. “What’s so funny?” Beau asked.

“Oh just the fact that it’s been long enough since I’ve had sex that you barely touched me and I came like it was my first time. Can you imagine how good it’s gonna be when we do this with our clothes off? God it’s almost sinful the way you make me feel.”

“Honey I think about it all the time. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go clean myself up and change my pants because you aren’t the only one that came like it was your first time.” Beau said, rising up from the couch.

“Don’t take too long Admiral, the football game is almost over and then it’s my turn to pick a show.” Ryan said, pinching Beau’s ass as he walked off towards his bedroom. “Aye aye ma’am” he said, giving her a mock salute.

Ryan settled back on the couch chuckling to herself “we are such horny teenagers.”

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[topguncortez]

Day 11: "911, what's your emergency?" ➣prompt: Self done first aid ➣character: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson ➣warnings: injuries, mentions of domestic violence, blood, bruises, motorcycle crash, self inflicted injuries ➣word count: 1.6k

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Beau Simpson was a man of many things; confidence, anger, jealousy. The biggest one had to be a man of pride. Beau was very prideful of himself and his accomplishments, which he had a right to be. It wasn’t everyday that the Department of Defense places trust in someone to run a whole training school for the best of the best. Most days he loved his job, it was less taxing than being a young airman and having to be ready to be deployed at the drop of a hat. He was able to finally settle down with the person he loved. 

Beau had always thought he was going to marry his high school sweetheart and have a couple of kids. And he did get that. . . but it didn’t last long. He was heartbroken after the divorce. He had moved out of his wife’s house into a small three bed closer to base. And that’s when he met Y/N. The young nurse who lived next door to him. She was about 25, and had just gotten her first nursing job on base. Beau had met her when she was doing the yearly flu shot clinic. He had recognized her from the early morning runs that she went on. She would be just arriving home when he was heading out to work. 

After that day, they began talking to each other, nothing past the friendly “hi, how are you” whenever they saw each other outside. Beau wanted to ask her out, but there was something in his mind that stopped him. Maybe it was the fact that she was nearly twenty years younger than him. He could sometimes hear the small parties she would have with her friends in her backyard, or when she would come home drunk from the bars, or see some man doing the walk of shame out her front door in the morning. Beau wanted things that he thought she probably wasn’t ready for. 

Beau sighed as he parked his car in the driveway, and cut the ignition. It was a long day of dealing with Pete Mitchell’s antics. He knew the reputation that came with the pilot, and he hated it. Beau wasn’t one for reckless behavior, he had no time for it. He glanced over at the drive next to his, and noticed Y/N’s car was sitting in the driveway. He furrowed his eyebrows, usually it was her motorcycle that was there. He hated that thing. It made his stomach drop every time he watched her pull out on it. She also refused to wear a helmet, telling him once that it takes away from the cool factor. 

Getting out of his car, he grabbed his duffle bag and headed for his front door. Beau had barely had the key in the door when he heard a weak voice call out his name. He turned around and dropped the bag in his hands, and ran down the steps to the injured girl in front of him. 

“What the hell happened?” He said, looking her over. She had cuts, scrapes, and bruises  all along her body.

“I took a tumble on the bike,” She smiled. Even while injured she still looked amazing, “This uh. . . won’t stop bleeding.” She lifted up her shirt to expose the bandage that was on her side that was soaked in blood. 

“Oh my god.” 

“I don’t have much more than paper towels and kleenex. Kinda bad for a nurse, I know,” Y/N laughed. 

“Come inside, I have a first aid kit,” Beau said, and Y/N nodded. She had a slight limp in her walk. Beau kept his hand behind her, following her gait up to the door. She winced as she walked up the steps, and Beau pushed the door open, “Here, come to the kitchen.” 

“Nice house,” She breathed out as she moved to the kitchen. 

“Can you get up on the counter?” Beau asked her, setting down his duffle bag. 

“I. . . fuck, no,” Y/N sighed after trying to jump up. Beau wordlessly walked over to her, and lifted her on the counter. She groaned slightly, and Beau turned on the overhead lights. She looked even worse in the light. He could see the dirt that was on her face and in her cuts. She had a large scrape that seemed to go from her head all the way down her body. 

“Did you fall or get run off?” 

“Fucking grass clippings on the street,” She cursed, “It’s like walking on ice. Lost control and skidded across the road.” 

“You work at a hospital?” 

“And?” 

“Why didn’t you go?” Beau called out as he walked down the hall towards the bathroom to get the first aid kit. He was suddenly thankful that his ex-wife had told him to buy one. 

“Too much paperwork. Believe me, I know,” Y/N rolled her eyes as Beau came back down the hallway. He set the first aid kit down next to her, and gently touched her face looking over the injuries. She winced and he clenched his jaw, “Nothing needs stitches. I just need band aids. Tape and kleenex isn’t cutting it anymore.” 

“Did you even clean these?” 

“Soap and water, best method,” She smiled at him. Beau rolled his eyes, and took a step back from her. She watched as he undid his khaki dress shirt, taking it off and standing in front of her in his slacks and undershirt. He grabbed the bottle of peroxide and a cotton ball. 

“This is gonna hurt,” He announced and Y/N nodded. She gritted her teeth as he placed the cotton ball on her face. As Beau kept cleaning her up, he could see more than just the new scrapes and blood on her face. She had bruises in various stages of healing on her body. Some were on the opposite side of the current injuries. When he got done cleaning her face and arms, it was time to address the large injury on her stomach. 

“I need to look at the wound on your stomach,” Beau said softly, and Y/N nodded. The shirt she was wearing wasn’t the same one from the accident, so it hurt less to take it off. Y/N winced as she pulled the shirt over her head, and Beau winced at the sight in front of him. Her skin looked like it had been burned by the road, and he could see small pieces of gravel still stuck to it. 

“And you thought you had it easy,” Y/N chuckled. 

Beau was concerned about the scrape, but he was also concerned about the large purple bruise on the other side of her body, “You got this from the accident too?” His fingers gently ghosted over the bruise. Y/N sucked in a harsh breath. 

“Yeah,” She said shortly, “Please just. . . clean this one.” Beau nodded, knowing not to push her. 

Beau frowned looking at her, “I need you to lay down.” Y/N nodded and Beau helped her lay down flat on the counter. He grabbed his khaki dress shirt, and folded it, giving her something to place her head on. It wasn’t much, but she smiled at him. She clenched her fist as he began to clean the scrape. It hurt worse than it did earlier, but she was thankful that Beau was willing to clean it. He grimaced as pulled away some of the kleenex she had used to try and stop the bleeding. 

“Why didn’t you ask your boyfriend to do this?” Beau asked. 

“Tyler?” She scoffed, “Yeah, I would’ve actually bled out on the floor of my house.” 

“He wouldn’t do this?” Beau asked again, this time looking up at her face. Her eyes were set at the ceiling and she clenched her jaw. Beau had only seen this ‘Tyler’ once or twice, and both times he hated the sight. The first time, Y/N was kicking him out of her house, throwing his clothes at him as he yelled back at her. Beau wanted to say something, but refrained. The second time, he had just seen Tyler, walking angrily to his car, slamming the door shut and taking off down the road. Beau had his kids over that time, and really couldn’t say anything. The next day he saw Y/N wincing as she walked to the mailbox. 

“No,” She said shortly, again, “He wouldn’t do this. . . “ She looked down at Beau, and their eyes met. Her words had a deeper meaning and Beau looked back at the bruise on her rib cage. It was as if she could read Beau’s mind, she pushed herself up from lying down, and reached for her shirt, “He’s a good person.” 

“If he’s hitting you, he’s not a good person,” Beau said, grabbing her wrist gently. He looked down at it, and could see the faint outline of bruising. 

“He gets mad sometimes.” 

“This wasn’t an accident was it?” Y/N looked away from Beau, trying to hide the tears running down her cheeks. Beau didn’t say anything but pulled her into his arms in a hug. She clung to him and cried, pressing her face into his shoulder. He rubbed her back as she cried, and shushed her. 

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said, pulling away from him, “I got blood on your shirt.” 

“You know how many of these things I have?” Beau said, and Y/N chuckled. He wiped a tear from her cheek, “Let me finish patching this up, okay?” Y/N nodded and Beau guided her back down on the counter. He worked in silence as he cleaned the wound on the stomach, then applied a bandage. He helped her sit back up on the counter, and slipped her shirt back on over her head, “Are you hungry?” 

“Kinda,” She said softly. 

“Perfect, how does chicken carbonara sound?” 

“Amazing.”

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[callsign-dexter]

Behind Closed Doors (18+)

Request: Hey sweetie 🥰 would you do an imagine for me where you're Phoenix's best friend and share an apartment with her (you're not a pilot) but have a secret relationship with Bradley which she doesn't know. One time you think you're alone at home when he is over so you have some fun, but when you both leave your room nearly naked you find her sitting there. You try to explain but she just glares at you both, but after a while she gives in and explains how happy she is for you?

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Simpson!Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, swearing

First Installment- Behind Closed Doors

Second Installment- Out in the Open

Masterlist

You are a high school teacher at Miramar High School on base. You had already lived in California for some years now and were loving it but you needed a roommate, rent on a teacher's salary was hard. You debated on whether or not to get a roommate but didn't want to end up with someone strange or serial killer. You had almost given up when Natasha came to Top Gun looking for a place to stay she called you up, and you immediately said yes.

Natasha took you to the hard deck when you finally had the night off from grading papers and essays, that's when you met the handsome stranger with a mustache and a Hawaiian shirt. She said that she wanted you to meet her friends and fellow coworkers and you were all for it. You both walked into The Hard Deck on a Friday night and the first thing you see where a sea of khaki uniforms, flight suits, and civilian clothing. You weren't a stranger to The Hard Deck, not in the least bit, you had come here a lot with other teachers and friends. You were no stranger to the Navy, not the least bit either, your father being none other than Vice Admiral Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson. You had really thought about going into the Navy but decided against it since the love of teaching and helping kids won over. She dragged you over to her group of friends to say hello. They introduced themselves and you did to them but your gaze lingered on Bradley Bradshaw.

"Hey guys! This is my friend and roommate Y/N!" Natasha said over the loudness of the music and you gave them a wave.

"Hi, I'm Bob. Natasha has told us a lot about you." Bob spoke up first and you turned to look at her.

"All good things I hope." You answered but looked at her and you both smiled and she turned her head.

"Very good things. I'm Bradley." Bradley spoke up and you turned your head to meet his gaze and you could've sworn you fell in love right then and there. You both locked eyes and the rest was history. Your attention was torn away from him when another voice came through.

"I'm Jake. You can call me anytime. You’ll be remembering it when I have you screaming it later tonight. " Jake said with a smirk and you just rolled your eyes.

"I won't be calling you at all or screaming your name because I don't do cocky aviators. Just be glad Penny didn’t hear that." You told him and everyone's jaw dropped there weren't very many people that could take Jake down a peg but they found one person. Jake was silent but still had that stupid smirk on his face.

"Oh, I like her." Jake said then another voice came through.

"I like you. You got Jake to shut up for once. I'm Javy." Javy said and you smiled and said hi back. Finally the last one spoke up.

"My name is Mickey. Sorry for Jake's behavior now and in advance." Mickey said and you laughed.

"No worries. I know how to deal with over confident cocky jocks." You said and Bradley spoke up.

"Oh? What do you do?" He asked curiously and you smiled at him.

"I'm a high school teacher on base. I deal with a lot of teenage testosterone every day." You told him and somehow moved closer to him Natasha saw this and shook her head and moved to stand between you and him.

"I don't think so. You're not taking my best friend." She said and grabbed your arm dragging you away from him "You don't have a drink. We need to get you a drink." She said and dragged you to the bar. Penny came over and met you. You told her your order and Natasha ordered hers and everyone else's. While you wanted you and Bradley stole glances at each other. That's how it went on for the rest of the night. Natasha tried to keep you away from Bradley but every now and then you would make your way over to him and both of you would flirt. It was funny when Natasha noticed you weren't there and would find you and grab you and drag you away, you would smile at Bradley and wave.

By the time everyone was ready to go come most of everyone was drunk. Except you, Bob, and Bradley. Bob assured you that he would get everyone else home safely and you nodded and you told him you would take care of Natasha. Bob started to round up everyone else while you rounded up Natasha that's when Bradley came up to you.

"You need any help?" He asked you and you shook your head but spoke up before he could say anything.

"You can walk us to the car though." You said and he smiled. You would come back later and close out your tab. True to your word he walked you to your car while you put Natasha in the passenger side. She was mumbling incoherent words but you just shook your head and shut the door after making sure she was buckled in and went to the driver's side where Bradley stood. You leaned up against the door and he took your hands and held them.

"So is there a chance I'm going to see you again?" He asked you and you nodded.

"There is a very good chance." You smiled "Give me your phone." You said and he dropped your hands while he dug his phone out and you did the same you both exchanged phones and put your numbers in. He saw your lock screen and wall paper.

"Wait.... that's Cyclone on there. Why would he be on there?" He asked curiously but not mad. It was true your dad was on there it was taken when you had graduated college.

"Because he would be my dad." You said in a matter-in-fact tone. "Don't tell the others. Only you and Natasha know." You said.

"Your secret is safe with me." He said and handed your locked phone back to you and you did the same. You smiled and he opened the door to your Jeep Wrangler. You got in and rolled down the window once you turned the key.

"Have a nice night Bradley." You said with a soft smile and he smiled back.

"You too, Y/N Simpson." He said and you laughed softly and backed and headed back to the apartment. Natasha was knocked out.

You arrived back and woke her up and helped her inside. You made sure the window was closed and the car locked. You helped her to her bedroom where she fell on the bed and went to sleep, you just shook your head and removed her shoes and socks. As you were getting ready for bed your phone buzzed with a notification.

Bradley Bradshaw: I'm really glad to have met you tonight. Any chance I can take you on a proper date?

You: Absolutely. Tomorrow night?

Bradley Bradshaw: Really? Tomorrow night is perfect. Favorite choice of food?

You: I'm not picky but love Thai.

Bradley Bradshaw: It's a date. I'll pick you at 7. I'm looking forward to it. Have a good night.

You: Sounds perfect. I'm looking forward to it too. You have a goodnight too.

You smiled and plugged your phone in and laid down. Looking forward to tomorrow night.

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Saturday morning rolled around and you were the first one up. You started making coffee and breakfast when Natasha rolled into the kitchen looking hung over.

"Good morning sunshine." You said in a normal voice but she winced and you chuckled and smirked.

"Oh my gosh. I shouldn't have let Mickey talk me into tequila shots." She said and sat down at the counter and put her head down. You felt bad for you really did.

"Yea I noticed." She looked up when something warm hit her hand.

"Thank you so much." She said and took sip and practically moaned.

"Hey listen. I have a date tonight at 7 tonight. I won't be home until late." You said and that perked her up.

"Oh? With who?" She asked and you smirked.

"Someone I met at the bar last night. We really hit off." You said and she started to try and guess who it was but you denied her each time. She dropped it when you placed pancakes, eggs, and bacon in front of her. "Eat up. It'll help with your hangover." You said and started to clean up.

Once you cleaned up you walked past her and pushed her a little bit and got ready for the day. You got dressed and started cleaning the house. Natasha was currently in her room curing a hangover which you didn't mind honestly. You told her that you were meeting your dad for lunch and she gave a thumbs up and you laughed and headed out to meet him.

You met him at a little cafe. It was a tradition you had every Saturday afternoon. You walked in and he got up and hugged you when you met him.

"Hi, daddy." You said to him.

"Hey, sweetheart." He replied and let you go as you both sat down. It was silent for a moment. The waiter came and took your order and they left. Then came back with your drinks.

"I have a date tonight." You told him and he looked at you from putting sugar in his coffee and you did the same.

"With who?" He asked taking a sip, you were hesitant but loved your dad.

"You know him. He's an aviator. Bradley Bradshaw." You said and he stopped drinking.

"Sweetheart-" He started but you stopped him.

"No Dad. I really like him and we're going on a date tonight. You will also not give him a hard time at work understand?" You said making it clear. Right now you sounded just like your father and he was proud of that, then again you dealt with testosterone filled teenage boys.

"I understand." He said just as your food arrived. You all ate and talked and once you were done he paid and you both left. He walked you to your car and hugged you and kissed your head. "Drive safe sweetheart. I love you" You smiled and let go of him.

"Of course Dad. I love you too." You both got in your cars and took off. You ran a couple of errands and stopped by work to grab something and then went home. When you got there Natasha was up and sitting on the couch watching TV with popcorn.

"How was your lunch with your father?" She asked and you smiled while putting away your stuff and kicking off your shoes. You walked to her and joined her on the couch and she passed you the popcorn bowl.

"It was good. Told him I had a date. He didn't get much say in it." You said taking a handful of popcorn. She laughed you were probably the only person to make Cyclone go silent. He would do anything for you. The rest of the day and leading up to 7 PM you sat on the couch with Natasha watching movies and gossiping.

When it hit 5:50 PM you started to get ready for your date with Bradley. You walked to your closest and stood there looking at it then an outfit you absolutely adored made its appearance. You grabbed it and other things and headed to the bathroom conjoined to your room. You took a shower and then applied light makeup and put on the outfit. Your outfit was a pair of jeans with a cute flowing blue short-sleeve shirt. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled you were ready. Your hair was naturally wavy so you didn't have to do anything to it.

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7 PM came around and Natasha had other plans so it all worked out. Bradley came to the apartment door and knocked, you opened the door and he had flowers in his hands and that made you smiled.

"You're so beautiful." Bradley said and you blushed.

"Thank you." You replied.

"These are for you. I hope you like them." He said and gave you the flowers.

"They're beautiful. I love them. I'm just going to put them in a vase." You said and did just that and welcomed him in. You had your back to him when he started to speak.

"I found this awesome Thai place just right outside of the base. You're going to love it." He finished as you turned around and smiled.

"I've heard some good things about it. I've always wanted to go there but never have the time." You told him and he smiled.

"Well I'm glad I'm the first one that will be taking you." He said "You ready to go?" He asked and you nodded.

"Absolutely." You said and the both of you headed out the door and to his Bronco. You got there and he opened the door for you like a true gentleman. He shut the door and got into the driver's side and started it up and started to drive toward the restaurant.

You arrived at the restaurant and he killed the engine and got out and was at your door before you could get your hand on the handle. He held out his hand and you took it letting him guide you out and into the restaurant. You were taken back to your seats and sat down.

"So how do you know Natasha?" He asked you and you smiled.

"I met her when she first came to Top Gun. We hit it off pretty well. I was going to school and helping Penny out. She moved on but we stayed in contact." You said and never nodded. "I hope my dad isn't giving you any problems." You said to him as the waiter came over and took your drink orders.

"No, he's not." He laughed slightly. The waiter came back with your drinks and you were ready to order which you both did. "Does Nat know you're on a date with me?" He asked you and you shook your head.

"No, she does not but my dad does. Don't worry he's ok with it." You said when you saw his panicked face. "What do you say we keep this to ourselves and see how long it takes people to figure out?" You asked him with a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Let's do it. Nat is going to flip her lid." He said and your food arrived. You ate and talked making easy conversation.

The night ended too fast in your opinion because the next thing you knew you were back at your apartment. He gave you a goodnight kiss on the cheek and you both said that you would like to do it again.

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This is how it went on for 7 months but each time it got more intimate and staying over at his apartment started, you couldn't stay at your apartment because of Natasha. You both would be sneaking around behind Natasha's back but everyone else knew. Everyone else knew because they figured it out especially when you came to give your dad something during your lunch break and waved at Bradley, who smiled and waved back. Nobody else knew you were a Simpson either but they found out that day.

You had just walked into the building where your dad worked. You saw the group of pilots, besides Natasha. They saw you walk in and then Bradley locked eyes with you, you smiled and waved which he returned. You walked off towards the offices and everyone turned to Bradley.

"What was that?" Jake spoke up just as surprised as everyone else.

"You're going to have to be more specific Jake. She waved and I waved back." Bradley said while looking back down at the work that laid in front of him.

"Oh no. That wasn't just a wave to say that was a wave like you've been together and been sleeping around." Javy spoke up and Bradley stayed quiet not wanting to give anything away.

"Wait....... are you dating her?" Javy asked but Bradley stayed quiet.

"You are!" Jake practically screamed

"Keep your voice down." Bradley said finally looking over at the pilots. He didn't get to speak much more because Cyclone came walking in with his always neutral look and you on his left side. Everyone shoots up and at attention.

"At ease." He said and everyone relaxed and sat down. "This is my daughter, Y/N. I'm dropping her off here right now before she has to go back to work and because I need to get to a meeting. Be nice to her." He said and turned to you.

"If I don't see you again after I get out of this meeting, be safe driving back and I love you." He said and kissed you on the cheek everyone was surprised.

"I will. I love you too." You said as you pulled away from kissing his cheek. He turned and walked off. Everyone was looking at you. After making sure he was truly gone you tackled Bradley in a hug and kissed him hard. Everyone was shocked.

"Oh stop your staring. We're fine with it as along as Nat doesn't know. She'll flip her lid." You told them and they all nodded. You sat on Bradley's lap and you all talked about anything and everything until you looked down at your watch. "Oh shit! I got to go!" You said and scrambled off of Bradley "I'll text you." You told him and you were out the door. As you were hurrying Natasha popped up but you didn't have time to stop and chat. "Hey, Nat. Bye, Nat. I'm late." You said and she waved as you sped down the hallway. She just laughed.

Back in the room, everyone was shocked. Jake quickly got over it and a sly smirk came on his face. "You sly dog. You're fucking her aren't you?" He said and Bradley couldn't help but smile. "I can't believe you're hooking up with the Vice Admiral's daughter." He continued "Does he know?" He asked and Bradley nodded his head.

"She told him that we were going on a date. She said that he was good with it." Bradley said looking up at him just as soon as Natasha walked in having not heard any of the conversation and it was dropped but they gave Bradley a knowing look.

Every now and then Bradley would come up to meet you in your classroom just to see you or have lunch with you. On many occasions, he was still there when students started to roll in. Many of the female students stood there gawking at the handsome male aviator, who was either in his flight suit or khaki uniform.

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Natasha did find out a week after that. It had just become your and Bradley’s 8-month anniversary of dating. You had thought she was going to be gone for most of the morning staying at the base for something she had to do that night, even though it was a Saturday night and Sunday morning. You thought you were clear and you were for the night but not the morning when she came back earlier than what was planned.

You and Bradley had just come back from dinner and sat down on the couch and turned on a random movie. You both weren't paying attention to it too busy with each other. It started with you wanting to watch the movie but then Bradley started by kissing your neck and then he was slowly turning you so that you were facing him. The kissing was slow and passionate. You could feel his one hand that wasn't holding your neck start to creep up your thigh.

"Wait wait." You said and he pulled back with a confused look on his face.

"Is something wrong?" He asked sounding hurt.

"No nothing is wrong everything is perfect. But if we're going to have hot passionate sex I want it to be in the bedroom and not on the couch." You said and watched his face relax.

"You got it, darlin." He said while effortlessly picking you up which made you let out a squeal and clung to him. He started to kiss you again and you kissed back. You could feel how hard he was getting and it only turned you on more. He stumbled his way to your room all of a sudden you felt the mattress on your back and he climbed on top of you kissing you and touching you. It was all too much but it was perfect.

"You're perfect darling." He said as he slowly took your shirt off followed by your bra. He attached to your left nipple and started sucking and gently biting it, which had you moaning and grabbing his head. Your fingers raked his scalp. He moaned and that sent vibrations through your body. He pulled off your left nipple and gave the right one the same attention.

"Bradley." You moaned his name. You could feel him smirking he suddenly pulled off and kissed down your sternum to the start of your jeans and then he started to unbutton the buttons looking up at you.

"You're amazing. You deserve everything." He said while looking up at you as he took off your jeans and underwear and you lifted up helping him.

"You're amazing too. You should be shown appreciation too." You said starting to get up but he wouldn't let you. He quickly shed his clothing and climbed on top of you. He kissed you and you kissed back then he attacked your neck which had you a moaning mess. He quickly made his way down your sternum and to where you needed him the most.

"Later but now it's all about you." He said and you could feel his breath hit your vagina. He licked a broad stripe up and you let out a photographic moan and you felt him smirk. You were wet already but this just made you wetter. He kept going and then he was suckinf on your clit which had that familiar rubber band feeling coming to you. Occasionally he would tease your opening with your tongue. What made that rubber band snap was when he gently bit your clit and your vision turned white and stars could be seen.

After a few minutes, you came down from your high and he was crawling up and kissing you letting you taste yourself. You only broke apart when you needed air. "You're amazing." You told him and he smikred.

"You are too." He replied as he moved one hand down to his now leaking pre-cum cock giving it a pump and lining up with your entrance and pushing in. You threw your head back and your hands when to his back and raked your nails down his back leaving marks, he hissed out but in pleasure. "You're always so tight. It's like you were made for me." He said through the pleasurable pain.

"Oh fuck." You moaned out "More." You said almost demanding.

"Yes, ma'am." He said loving that you were making orders. He started to thrust into you and he hit you in all the right places. He brought one hand to catch both of your wrists in his large hands and brought them up above your head. He started to attack your neck with hot passionate kisses. He used his other hand to attack your sensitive clit which had you spreading your legs further. By doing that he started thrusting deeper and hit your g-spot. You were quickly coming to your second orgasm. "I'm close darling." He said and you knew it was true by his thrusts getting sloppily.

"Cum in me." You said and he nodded. He started to pick up his speed in thrusting and on your clit until you both hit your peak. His hips stilled as his cum painted your walls rope and rope and you came on his cock.

You both came down and he gently pulled out and laid next to you and you laid your head on his chest. The room smelt of sex and all that could be heard was both of you heavy breathing. "I'm so glad to be with you. I love you." You said and he dropped a kiss on your forehead.

"Me too darling. I love you too." He replied and both of you fell asleep.

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It was the next morning and neither of you had to work since it was a Sunday. So you decided to pay Bradley a favor and show him the attention he deserved. You woke up before him and slowly kept down until you were at his flaccid cock. You slowly wrapped your hand around him and started to pump him until he was semi-hard, he started to moan but he was sleeping still. He took him in your mouth and started bobbing up and down and dipping your tongue into his slit. He started to thrust into your mouth and you hallowed your cheeks to take him further. It was a good thing that your gag reflex was almost nonexistent.

Bradley slowly opened his eyes and looked down at you. You had your eyes closed but sensed he was watching you and opened them and looked at him through your lashes. He put one hand on your head but didn't press down. He was close. He was moaning and almost panting. "Yes, Darling. I'm close." He said After a few minutes, you came up for air, but immediately went back and swirled your tongue around his tip, and that is what sent him over the edge. He came into your mouth, and you could taste his salty cum and swallowed it all. You pulled off of him when he was down and wiped the excess into your mouth. "What was that for?" He asked you.

"Well, you took such good care of me last night that I decided to repay you the favor." You said and he pulled you up to him and kissed him. He could taste himself. You pulled away for air.

"Get dressed, I'll make breakfast." He said and helped you get up. You slipped on your underwear after you found it, and on his oversized shirt, you forfeited the bra. He got up and pulled on his boxers. As he followed you out into the hallway you stopped short, because right in front of you in the kitchen was none other than your roommate, Natasha Trace. You stood there like a deer caught in headlights.

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"Natasha. I thought you weren't supposed to be back until later this morning." You said and grabbed a pair of sweatpants that just so happened to be in the hamper. Bradley had gone back to the room and grabbed his pants. You were wearing his shirt so he forgot about it, it's not like she hasn't seen him thought a shirt.

"I got done early." She said slowly back "What is Bradley doing here? Why are you wearing his shirt?" She asked she had a feeling what the answer was going to be.

"I think you should sit down." Bradley said from behind you and you both walked into the kitchen and you both sat down on the barstool and she sat down at the table.

"Ok. I'm sitting." She said glaring at the two of you.

"I'm just gonna come out and say it." You said, "Bradley and I have been dating for 8 months." You finished and waited for her to blow up but she was just glaring at the two of you.

"Do the others know?" Natasha asked and you nodded.

"They found out last week when I went to drop something off to dad." You said.

"Why was I the last to know?" She asked still glaring.

"I know you wanted me to stay away from him but he's been so sweet to me. I know you were just trying to protect but Nat, I love him." You said she was still glaring but nodded and then turned her attention to Bradley.

"If you dare hurt her or break her heart. I'll be coming after you. I know where you sleep, and work, and you know how I am in the air. Not to mention I know her father." She said to him and he nodded.

"I'm not planning on doing any of those things. I love her too much." Bradley said looking at you dreamily and you looked back at him with the same look. Natasha saw this and finally stopped glaring.

"I am really happy for you guys. Still upset that I was the last to know, but that can be settled with you two buying me a drink at The Hard Deck." She said and you both looked at her and nodded.

"Deal." You and Bradley said at the same time.

"I'm gonna start making breakfast. Nat why don't you go and change?" Bradley said and she nodded and got up and headed off down the hallway. As she was walking she called over her shoulder.

"You better not have fucked anywhere in the kitchen or on the couch!"

You both laughed and shook your heads. You haven't yet but time will tell.

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[whiskeyswriting]

She Likes It

| For: @cycbaby |

| Song: She Likes It by Russell Dickerson and Jake Scott |

Mayor Beau Simpson. While he knew the job entailed caring for the needs of the town, Beau knew he would have the backing of the town to make improvements. Before he could do any changes, he first needed to sit for his official Mayor portrait. He knew he would already use his wife as his photographer. After the official mayoral photos were taken, he removed his tie and jacket and poured Robyn some tequila so they could have their own photo session.

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[broketraveler87]

Meet Me at Midnight

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Secret Relationship, Happy Ending, New Year's Kiss, Marriage Proposal

Pairings: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/ Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Beau "Cyclone" Simpson

Summery: New Year's Eve two couples getting it right.

#top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #pete maverick mitchell #beau cyclone simpson #fan fiction #ao3 link

[writercole]

Words: 467 Warnings: Drinking A/N: @therebeccaw posted that picture and it sparked a bunny that she and @wildbornsiren fanned into a whole ass nest so...here. It kinda sucks, it's unbeta'd, and I want it posted before I go get the kids. Happy long weekend.

The band was in full swing as Admiral Beau Simpson took his spot on the Mardi Gras throne. It was an honor to be named king of the Bacchus parade in the city of New Orleans and Beau hadn’t wanted to turn it down. He wasn’t too crazy about the idea of the parade or the ball or the lines of women who wanted his attention. He was kind, though, civil, regal. 

Beau watched as the members of the krewe drank and danced, chatting among themselves in small groups as waiters passed with trays of champagne flutes. He sipped on his scotch as his eyes roamed the room, trying to find something to distract him, something to make this party less boring. 

A flash of silver caught his eye, a simple bangle catching the beam of one of the lanterns scattered around the dark room. He sat up straight, setting his glass down as he found the woman in the crowd again. Her hair was twisted into an elegant updo, showing off the slope of her neck and the bow that held her dress up. 

He stood on instinct and walked through the crowd, his eyes never leaving her frame. He felt eyes on him as he crossed the room but he never wavered in his mission. Finally, after what felt like ages, he was standing behind her. The friends she was talking to smirked and backed away, saying they’d catch up to her later. 

She spun around and found Beau behind her. She smiled and curtseyed, a mischievous look in her eyes when she stood.

“King Bacchus,” she greeted primly, a sly smile on her lips.

“You’re absolutely ravishing,” Beau complimented, “may I have this dance?”

She looked at his extended hand and placed hers in it, allowing him to lead her to the center of the dance floor just as a slow song started. Her breath hitched when he pulled her close to him, his firm chest pressing against her.

“You know, Beau,” she whispered, “you’ve made your appearance, you’ve given your speech. There’s nothing saying you can’t whisk me away right now.”

Beau’s eyebrow raised as he gazed down at her, his steps faltering as they stopped in the middle of their dance. “Is that right, kitten?”

“That’s right, your majesty,” she smirked. “Why don’t you show all these people who the real queen is?”

Beau’s eyes darkened as he dropped her hand, his large hands closing around her face and pulling her in for a searing kiss under the disco ball. Cheers and applause erupted around them as she melted into the kiss. He broke the kiss without warning, pulling back and watching her eyes flutter open.

“Ready?” he questioned as his hands drifted down her bare arms.

“Take me home, my king.”

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#writercole #beau cyclone simpson #beau simpson #admiral simpson #ficlet

[tabloidtoc]

OK, January 4

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Ashton Kutcher haunted by his mistakes

Page 2: Contents 

Page 4: Jennifer Garner ready for romance -- Jennifer has proven she’s fine on her own but she’s eager for her happy ending and has even set her sights on some of Hollywood’s most eligible hunks like Chris Evans but seems happily single; she binge-watched Outlander and was totally taken with Sam Heughan and she also finds Martin Henderson very sexy but heard he has a girlfriend 

Page 6: After a tumultuous few years Hayden Panettiere’s 2021 is looking bright and she’s been working on herself since her split from toxic ex-boyfriend Brian Hickerson -- she’s taken control of her life and is making good choices -- she’s been able to rebuild her life and her relationship with her daughter Kaya who lives in Ukraine with her dad and next on her agenda is reviving her once-hot career

Page 7: Justin Bieber who’s been a devoted member of the controversial celeb-favored Hillsong Church for years is studying to become a minister -- Justin has long credited Hillsong and especially charismatic and recently fired pastor Carl Lentz for saving him from his dark period of drugs, public meltdowns and arrests -- Justin doesn’t plan to give up his music career but he feels there’s a bigger calling out there for him

* Jessica Simpson has signed deals for both a docuseries and a fictionalized series based on her life but not everyone is so pumped about her tell-all tendencies and least of all is her ex-husband Nick Lachey -- for Nick it’s just dredging up a past that’s better left alone and Nick hopes that Jessica goes easy on him in the scripted series but deep down knows there’s precious little chance of that

* Madonna is majorly inserting herself in her daughter Lourdes Leon’s love life and she’s constantly on the phone asking how things are going between Lourdes and her socialite beau of three years Jonathan Puglia and she wants to know when they’re making things official -- Madonna even pushes for double dates so she can bring her 26-year-old boyfriend Ahlamalik Williams -- Lourdes appreciates how much her mom cares but she’s finding all the micromanaging too much to handle 

Page 8: Jason Aldean who boasts an $80 million fortune loves splashing his cash around especially when it comes to his children -- the singer who shares son Memphis and daughter Navy with wife Brittany and girls Kendyl and Keeley with his ex likes being seen as the moneybags and leaves tough love to the kids’ moms and he’s always pulling out $100 bills for his teens and buying his little ones new clothes, toys and high-tech gadgets even though they’re so young -- he’s definitely spoiling the kids but nobody complains about it so he just keeps on buying them stuff because nothing makes him happier 

* The milestone 6-0 is still months away but George Clooney is planning to do some serious partying for his birthday and he’s sparing no expense -- he’s looking at celebrations across the States and Europe plus a boys-only getaway to Mexico 

* Leonardo DiCaprio and Jennifer Lawrence are having a blast filming their first movie together so much so that tongues are wagging about the pair’s fiery chemistry on the set -- even though Leo and Jen behave like total pros when the cameras aren’t rolling there’s a running joke among the cast and crew that Jen’s marriage to Cooke Maroney could be in trouble -- of course the reality is that Jen is crazy about her husband and Leo who is dating model Camila Morrone has a strict rule never to get involved with costars but still there’s an attraction that can’t be denied 

Page 10: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- stars get glamorous in glitzy looks -- Alexa Chung, Tiffany Haddish

Page 11: Maya Hawke, Sarah Hyland 

Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Yara Shahidi vs. Cindy Bruna, Becky G vs. Sofia Carson 

Page 13: Celine Dion vs. Shailene Woodley

Page 14: News in Photos -- Jessie James Decker in a pink bikini in Nashville

Page 15: Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt and their son Gunner doing a Christmas card shoot in L.A., Jessica Alba spent the day handing out Honest goodies at the Baby2Baby Holiday Drive-Thru Distribution in L.A. 

Page 16: Gwen Stefani rocked a cat-themed holiday jumpsuit while on the way to the recording studio in Santa Monica, Leighton Meester surfing in Malibu 

Page 17: Maria Sharapova brought back the 1970s during a photoshoot in L.A., Pink kept it casual during a coffee run to Starbucks in L.A., Tia Mowry returned home with a full trunk of gifts and goodies in L.A. 

Page 18: Nick Jonas and Priyanka Chopra Jonas exploring London 

Page 20: Let’s Get Physical -- Robin Wright took her bicycle out for a spin in L.A., Chris Hemsworth shows off his ripped body while lifting a tire, Winnie Harlow in L.A. 

Page 22: Deck the Halls -- newly-engaged Jonathan Bennett gushed of spending his first Christmas with fiance Jaymes Vaughan, Jonathan and Drew Scott dressed as elves 

Page 23: Jon Bon Jovi and his dog, Selena Gomez with her dog Winnie in front of the Christmas tree, Brooke Burke kicked off the season by signing ornaments that will be auctioned off by Operation Smile 

Page 24: Malin Akerman arranged the sheets and blankets and pillows at a Hotel Style Collection from Walmart event in NYC, Jeremy Renner filmed a scene for Hawkeye in NYC, Chrishell Stause stepped out for a morning walk with her rescue pooch Gracie in L.A. 

Page 26: Inside My Home -- Marc Anthony’s elegant estate in Coral Gables, Florida 

Page 28: Harrison Ford and Calista Flockhart are planning to renew their vows on Valentine’s Day which is 12 years to the day after Harrison proposed to Calista on their sprawling Jackson Hole, Wyoming ranch -- Calista is incredibly touched that Harrison is organizing this and he’s thoughtfully arranging to have her favorite flowers to be flown in and has already booked a local band and a caterer and baker 

Page 29: Emily Blunt and John Krasinski might be ready for baby No. 3 but friends are encouraging them to get their marriage on track first -- the two have had a tough couple of years and John can be hard to deal with and cranky when he’s working -- while the duo tend to put a super-positive spin on their marriage in public not everyone is convinced things are so rosy at home but Emily wants another child and so does John so they’re willing to take the risk 

* Meghan Markle and Prince Harry plan to kick off 2021 with a much-needed tropical vacation -- after an emotionally turbulent year Meghan and Harry are ready for this break -- following a quiet Christmas at home the couple is looking forward to relaxing on a warm beach somewhere, sleeping in, soaking up nature’s beauty and reconnecting as a couple -- they’re considering a private island in Hawaii or off the coast of Fiji 

Page 30: Taylor Swift who’s been collecting bridal magazines and wedding ideas since she was a teen will have to adjust to the idea of a small sequestered affair when her boyfriend Joe Alwyn officially pops the question -- the once-outgoing singer has turned into a hermit since hooking up with the British actor who insists on total privacy and loathes attention and now Tay’s inner circle is said to be worried that in Joe’s continued efforts to fly under the radar he’ll ultimately nix the lavish nuptials Taylor’s long envisioned

* Justin Timberlake and Olivia Wilde have a past -- dating briefly in 2011 and costarring in two films but they won’t have a future if Justin’s wife Jessica Biel has any say -- Justin is eager to work with newly single Olivia again but the collab between the old pals is a total no-no as far as Jess is concerned because she’s always seen Olivia as a threat and particularly now that she’s split from Jason Sudeikis

* Love Bites -- Bachelor Nation’s Emily Ferguson and hockey player William Karlsson are engaged, Christina Milian and Matt Pokora have another baby on the way, Gleb Savchenko and Cassie Scerbo dating 

Page 32: Cover Story -- Ashton Kutcher haunted by his past -- the actor is wrestling with major demons and regrets -- the grisly murder of his then-girlfriend Ashley Ellerin has stayed with him -- Ashton and wife Mila Kunis have weathered some storms but they’re in a good place now

Page 36: Celebrity Dads and Their Darling Daughters -- Michael and Carys Douglas, John and Ella Bleu Travolta, Lionel and Sofia Richie 

Page 37: Don and Dakota Johnson, Phil and Lily Collins 

Page 38: Ryan and Ava Phillippe, Mark and Lola Consuelos, Johnny and Lily-Rose Depp 

Page 39: Lenny and Zoe Kravitz, Clint and Francesca Eastwood, Alec and Ireland Baldwin, Rod and Ruby Stewart 

Page 40: Interview -- Charlize Theron does it all -- the actress, mom and producer talks about taking on projects that are close to her heart 

Page 42: New Year, New You -- kick-start a healthy 2021 with these celeb-approved wellness resolutions 

Page 46: Style Week -- Good American cofounded by Khloe Kardashian recently launched its first-ever footwear collection 

Page 54: Entertainment 

Page 55: Q&A with Brian Austin Green 

Page 58: Buzz -- Prince George and Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis joined their parents Prince William and Duchess Kate on the red carpet for the very first time and held hands on their way to London’s Palladium to watch the National Lottery’s Pantoland

Page 60: Sound Bites -- Gwyneth Paltrow on getting starstruck, Kurt Russell on wife Goldie Hawn’s penchant for sleeping in total darkness, Jimmy Fallon on which SNL costar he’d want to be stuck on a desert island with (Tina Fey), Chrissy Teigen on being embarrassed 

Page 61: Megan Thee Stallion on the guidance she gets from Jay-Z and Beyonce, Frances McDormand on hooking up with husband Joel Coen, Chad Michael Murray on seeing pics from his heartthrob days, Rachel Brosnahan on what the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel fans can look forward to 

Page 62: Horoscope -- Capricorn John Legend turned 42 on December 28

Page 64: By the Numbers -- Larry David 

#tabloid #grain of salt #tabloid toc #tabloidtoc #ashton kutcher #mila kunis #demi moore #charlize theron #brian austin green #larry david #jennifer garner #hayden panettiere #justin bieber #jessica simpson #nick lachey #madonna #lourdes leon #jason aldean #george clooney #jennifer lawrence #leonardo dicaprio #who wore it better? #marc anthony #harrison ford #calista flockhart #emily blunt #john krasinski #meghan markle #prince harry #taylor swift

[sailorfuckthisshit]

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better!

tagged by: @dokt0rgunn (thanks!)

tagging: @spentgladiatornumbertwo, @socialistexan, @serendipitymuse, @embracetheapocalypsewithme, @mandaocity, @florizel-of-bohemia, @lucifers-trash-stash, @omgheavylookatherguts, @sheets-theghost

relationship status: in an open relationship with my beau

favorite colour: purple and yellow

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick. i love lipstick but the dysphoria is a bit too much to deal with atm.

last song i listened to: Imaginary Enemy by Circa Survive

last movie i watched: The Faculty 

top 3 tv shows: The Simpsons, Mr. Show, Comedy Bang Bang(rip)

top 3 characters: Handsome Jack (Borderlands), Comic!Negan (The Walking Dead Comics), Baby Cakes (China, IL).

top 3 ships: Handsome Jack/Rhys/Timothy Lawrence (any combo of these three), Axton/Rhys (it’s rare but i love the idea of them together so much), Korrasami

books i’m currently reading: Wolf in White Van by John Darnielle, the same book I was reading the last time I did one of these only maybe three chapters further. Fan-fiction districts from books entirely too much.

[topguncortez]

Day 22: Pick your poison ➢prompt: ALT- adrenaline crash ➢character: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson ➢warnings: Uranium Mission, mentions of a will, mentions of death, passing out. ➢word count: 2k

|| masterlist || whumptober || whumptober masterlist || library ||

When Beau had to pick the best of the best to come back for this mission, he knew that her name would come across his desk. Anyone would be a fool to not pick her, it was just that Beau was hesitant. Anyone would be hesitant to pick their daughter to go fly a suicide mission from hell. But as he stood and watched Falcon maneuver through the training course with ease, he knew he made the right call. 

“How do you feel about this?” Falcon asked her dad as she sat in his office. They were soon going to have to go down to the ops deck to hear who Captain Mitchell chose for the mission. Part of her wanted to not be chosen, but the other part wanted to be. This was going to be a mission that would save lots of people, but it could also cost the lives of some amazing pilots. 

“Ask me when I found out who’s flying,” Cyclone answered, and leaned back in his chair, “You um. . .  I’m guessing you have. . . everything squared away?” 

Falcon looked down at her boots and nodded. It was one of the first things they have you do when you enlist, set up your will. She hadn’t ever changed it from when she was 18 and signed her first contract. Everything was set to go to her parents. She didn’t want them to have to deal with the hassle of anything, so she made it easy. Every year they had to look at their benefits and will, making sure that everything was up to date. 

“What about Bradley?” 

“His is too,” Falcon answered on behalf of her husband. Beau hated the fact that she had married another pilot, but he was also relieved. Beau had been divorced twice, and didn’t want his daughter to have to go through that same pain. So what’s better than marrying someone who understands their life? 

“I want you to know. . . everything will be okay,” It felt like an empty promise, and Y/N felt like she was a little girl learning how to ride a bike again. She gave her dad a small smile as she stood up from her seat. 

“We better head down,” She said and Cyclone nodded. 

He stood behind Captain Mitchell, looking over the twelve pilots he hand selected to come to this mission. Falcon stood next to Rooster, and Cyclone looked at them both. He had watched them both grow over the past ten years into the excellent pilots that they are today. He couldn’t have been prouder of both of them. He considered Bradley to be like another son. Maverick had picked his two foxtrot teams, and Cyclone took a deep breath before announcing the two solo pilots that would accompany him. 

“Falcon and Rooster.” 

Cyclone clenched his jaw as he looked at the two of them. They both gave each other a small glance, before looking back at their captain. Cyclone cleared his throat dismissing them and telling them the morning hit time. Y/N took a step back as she fell out of attention, and hugged Bradley tightly. Warlock put a hand on Cyclone’s shoulder as he watched his daughter interact with her spouse. Bradley whispered something in her ear, and she nodded before he placed a quick kiss on her cheek. Y/N watched as Bradley walked away before going over to her dad. 

“Falcon,” Cyclone said, and could see the tears in her eyes, “Come on.” 

He led her back to his office, and once he shut the door, the sobs left her mouth. The weight of the situation was finally hitting her. It was more than just practice and running the course now. Cyclone sat down in the chair next to her, and let her cry. He knew that she hated to be coddled, she had been like that from a young age. She was very independent. 

“Captain Mitchell made a good choice,” Cyclone spoke up, and Y/N nodded. She wiped away her tears, and leaned her elbows on her knees, still looking down at the linoleum floor, “You know how this works. You are one of the only ones, besides Maverick, that has experience with something like this.” 

“That was before I had a child back home,” Y/N sniffled, “And my husband flying right next to me.” 

Cyclone’s eyes drifted to the back of the frame that held the picture of his grandson, “That is true. You have more at stake than any of them out there. . . but you are also one of the best out there. You know how this works. You know the course, you know the risks, you know how to get home safely. If I was out there, I would want you by my side in a dogfight.” 

Y/N nodded and took a deep breath, “Just. . . you need to be the one who tells Nick, okay?” Y/N looked over her shoulder at her dad. That’s what caused tears to fill Cyclone’s eyes. He clenched his jaw and fought back tears as he nodded, “Don’t let two random strangers tell him that one of us died. Don’t do that to him.” 

“I won’t-” 

“Promise me.” 

“I promise, I will be the one to tell Nick.” 

Y/N nodded and stood up from her spot, “I have an early morning.”  

Cyclone nodded and stood up as well. They weren’t ever very affectionate. That wasn’t the type of house that Cyclone grew up in, and with her mother never being around, Y/N wasn’t very affectionate either. But, Cyclone hugged his daughter anyway. She relaxed in his arms and he placed a kiss on the top of her head. 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

“I love you too, Dad.” 

Cyclone let his daughter go, and watched as she walked out the door of his office. He sat back down in his chair, and held his head in his hands and cried. 

Instead of going back to her own quarters, she went down to Roosters. She knew that Hangman was more than likely in Bob’s for the night. Rooster smiled at her as she walked in, holding in his hand a picture of his family. He moved over the best he could to make space in the small twin bed. Y/N laid down on the bed and curled into his side. Rooster held her tightly, both knowing their lives could change tomorrow morning. 

Cyclone had hardly slept that night. He had emailed his ex-wife telling her that both Bradley and Y/N had been chosen for the mission. He mentioned what Y/N said about him being the one to tell Nick if something happened to his parents. Everytime he thought about it, having to tell his three year old grandson that his mommy and daddy were dead, brought tears to his eyes every time. He held a cup of coffee in his hand as he overlooked the flight deck from the tower, watching the hustle of the crew. He knew that Y/N and Bradley were probably getting dressed, and spending a quiet morning with one another. Usually, Cyclone was highly against sailors sleeping in other’s quarters, but he knew the risks of the mission and let it go. 

“Sir, they are ready,” Warlock said to him, “Do you want to-” 

“Can’t,” Cyclone said, cutting him off, “She made it clear years ago. . . she doesn’t like to be bothered before a mission. She’s probably already kicked Bradley away.” 

Warlock chuckled, “She’s a good pilot.” 

“I know,” Cyclone answered, “Let’s do this.” 

Cyclone held his breath as he watched the pilots take off and begin their trek towards the Uranium Plant. Hearing his daughter’s voice come over coms as she became airborne made his heart pound in his ears. He watched the screen and listened closely as the pilots dropped into the terrain, flying under the first set of SAMS. Falcon’s job was easy, she was to drop the third and final missile on the plant on the way out of the steep dive, right before going into coffin corner. As long as Maverick and Rooster hit their targets, Falcon would be able to drop in completely blind. Cyclone held his breath as Maverick deployed his missile, watching as it hit right on target. 

“Line it up, Fanboy!” Rooster called out. 

“I can’t, it’s not. . . deadeye, Rooster!” Fanboy’s voice called out in a panic. 

“Drop in blind,” Falcon called out, right behind him. 

“I can’t, it’s too-” 

“It’s even riskier if I do it,” Falcon said, cutting him off. 

“Dropping in blind,” Rooster announced. Cyclone clenched his jaw as he waited with baited breath to see if Rooster hit his target. 

“Bullseye! Bullseye!” An operator called out. 

“They’re not clear yet,” Cyclone said, “It’s coffin corner.” 

Cyclone was the first on the flight deck when the planes started landing. Her plane was second to last, having circled back to try and look for Bradley when he went down. Cyclone knew that he should write her up for insubordination, disobeying a direct order and leaving herself as an open enemy target, but he could care less at this point in time. The second he saw her plane he was running out onto the tarmac to get to her. She was shaky as she climbed down the ladder and reached out for her dad. 

“Dad,” Her voice was even shaky as she called out for him. Cyclone gripped on to her forearms as she reached the bottom of the ladder, “You need to send a search and rescue-” 

“We have a team on standby for when it’s clear,” Cyclone explained, “We need to get you to post-flight check.” 

“Bradley’s gone,” She looked up at her dad. Her eyes wet with tears, “Oh my-” 

Cyclone felt her knees give out from under her. He gripped her body tightly to keep her from crashing to the ground, “Medic! We need a medic!” He wrapped an arm under his daughter’s knees and around her back, picking her up from the ground. He quickly got her over to one of the awaiting gurneys and the medical staff began their assessment. 

It had been hours since Falcon landed back on the carrier, and Beau hadn’t left her side. He had heard the good news from Warlock, letting him know that his son-in-law had made it back alive. It was like a weight had been lifted off of Cyclone’s shoulders. He no longer had to think of going home to tell his grandson his father died. Or worse, he would have to tell his daughter when she woke up that her husband was dead. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was somewhat comforting as Cyclone waited for her to wake up. Rooster was off in some other room being examined. 

Cyclone was dozing off when he heard the soft whimpers fall from her lips. He sat up and looked over at his daughter, who was strating to somewhat wake up. He could see her shifting eyes under her eye lids and he grabbed her hand, letting her she wasn’t alone. Y/N blinked at the harsh light shining in her face. 

“Where- What happened?” She asked, her voice gravely, “Dad? Wait. . .is he- is he g-gone-” Y/N started to panic as Cyclone moved quickly and placed a hand on her head, gently patting the top of her head. 

“You’re okay. You’re on the ship, in the infirmary. The mission was a success, you did what you were supposed to,” Cyclone explained. He hated seeing his daughter cry. He hadn’t seen her shed a tear since she was about fourteen. Gently, he brushed a stray tear from the side of her face, “Bradley is alright. He made it back.” 

“Oh my god,” She cried out, and relaxed a bit on the bed, “I-I thought he was-” 

“I know,” Cyclone said, “They stole an F-14, can you believe that shit?” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, having gotten to know Maverick, she wasn’t surprised, “God, those two must be the luckiest sons of bitches alive.” 

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, when the door to her room was opened and Rooster walked in. She let out a shaky sigh, as he quickly ran over to her. Cyclone moved from her bed, so Rooster could hug his wife. He watched as Rooster held her tightly, taking in the feel of her body against his. Cyclone smiled to himself as he stepped out of the room, letting them have a moment alone

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Day 25: Silence is Golden ➢prompt: "You Better Start Talking" ➢Character: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson ➢warnings: TOPGUN shit, plane crash, mentions of "burning in", ejection, cursing, violence. ➢Masterlist || whumptober || library

It was one of the rare days he had out of the office. Usually his days were spent looking over flight and instructions plans for the upcoming days, or scheduling fly times for the various classes going on at TOPGUN. Admiral Simpson hardly had time to even eat lunch, let alone leave the office. But when it came to the love of his life, he made time. 

It was not ideal for someone of Beau’s rank and age to date someone so much younger than him, but no one lived in an ideal world. He had first met Y/N when she came to TOPGUN the first time. She was 25 then, and he was 40, and working on a divorce. She was witty, smart, and beautiful, and she could fly like none other. He wasn’t surprised when she won top of her class, it was destined to be hers from the moment she walked in the room.

They had started a relationship when she became an instructor, keeping everything on the DL, as neither one wanted to deal with the glares and stares of judgmental peers. But Beau would keep tabs on her when it came to sitting in on her teaching a class, or listening to a dogfight. When the Uranium Plant Mission came across his desk, he knew whose name was going to be attached to the list of 12 pilots who were all the best of the best. He could remember most of them from her class, especially one, Hangman. 

Hangman was also one of the best, but had lost to Y/N in the final week of class. He had slipped up during a dogfight, leaving himself open for interception, and Y/N took the shot. He had always seemed to hold a grudge for that, knowing that he could’ve been number one, had a good job, if it wasn’t for one dumb mistake. Y/N had brushed off his anger towards her, and summed it up to be jealousy, friendly competition to keep themselves in check. 

Beau had been half listening to the dogfight on the radio in his office, when Hangman called out mayday. Beau set his pen down, and turned facing the radio, his heart beating rapidly. 

“I can’t control it! I’m going down!” 

“Eject, Reaper! Eject!” Hangman yelled frantically, and Beau stood up quickly, “You can’t save it! You’re dropping too low! Reaper, pull the goddamn handles!” 

“I can’t reach them!” She cried, and Beau felt his knees go weak, as there was a loud crash. He ran to his window and could see the billow of black smoke starting to rise. He thought he was going to throw up as his office door opened up. 

“Sir,” Warlock said, as Beau turned to look at him. It took less than a second for Beau’s mind and body to start working again, as he ran towards the door. He ran down the hallway, Warlock following behind him. Medical crew were already in movement as Beau got down to the hangar. 

“She didn’t eject,” Maverick whispered to Hondo as Beau walked by, “I never saw a chute.” 

“She burned in?” Hondo asked and Maverick nodded, looking down at his boots. 

“I want a full rescue team out there, now! Every part of the training course needs to be searched,” Beau demanded. 

“Sir, we’ve been instructed that this is a recovery-” 

“It’s a fucking rescue!” Beau yelled, his eyes wet with tears, “You find her. I don’t care how long it takes or how many goddamn miles you gotta walk, you find her!” The rescue team just shared looks amongst themselves at Cyclone’s outburst. 

“Go!” Warlock demanded and the team moved out to the helicopters waiting for them. Beau let out a shaky sigh as his brown eyes looked at the billow of black smoke from the desert, “They’ll find her, Simpson. She’s tough. She’ll be okay.” 

Cyclone clenched his jaw and looked down at his shoes, “You and I both know she didn’t survive that crash. . . .” He looked back up and then at his second in command, “I’ll be at the hospital.” 

— — — 

Cyclone wasn’t sure how long he sat in the lobby of the hospital. He didn’t even bother to check himself in, the medical staff knew why he was here. They had gotten the call from Hondo telling them there had been a training accident, and they stocked up to be prepared for it. But as time ticked on, the staff as well as Cyclone lost hope that there were going to have someone to save. 

It was nearly one in the morning when Warlock came to the hospital to tell Beau that the search had been called off, and they were starting to search the actual crash site for remains. Beau felt like he had been punched in the gut when Warlock spoke to him, all he could was nod and stood up from his seat. His legs wobbled slightly, and Warlock had to steady him before Cyclone pushed his friends hands away and walked out the doors. Cyclone didn’t go home that night, he couldn’t knowing that somewhere out there laid the body of his lover. Instead, he went to his office, sat in his chair facing the window, and watched the searchlights from a distance. 

The dagger squad was called in the next morning, trying to get them to stay on track with training. Cyclone had emerged from his office, looking worse for wear as he stood on deck and listened to Warlock give the morning brief. Usually it was Beau’s job, but he knew his voice would fail him the second that he started speaking. His brown eyes looked around at the group of pilots, finding two empty spots. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked around, as the doors opened in the back of the room. He felt anger rush through his body at the blonde pilot. 

His body moved on its own as he walked towards the blonde pilot. Jake looked up at Cyclone, opening his mouth to say something but was cut off by his first meeting his jaw. 

“Simpson!” Warlock yelled. Maverick and Hondo moved quickly to separate Cyclone and Hangman. 

“What the fuck!?” Jake yelled, holding his jaw. 

“You better start fucking talking,” Simpson growled out, pointing at the young aviator.  

“What is going on?” Warlock yelled, “Sir, Lieutenant, one or both of you need to talk.” 

“If he wasn’t so fucking stuck up and overly cocky, Reaper would’ve never flown through your jet wash,” Cyclone said. 

Jake could hear his heart beat in his ears at the words Beau said. He had been playing over the past twenty four hours in his head, over and over like a broken record. Trying to figure out what he did wrong, what did he do to cause the accident. Maverick had spent hours last night telling Jake that it was an accident, a truly, horrible accident. An accident that felt like deja vu for Maverick, having gone through the same exact thing with his RIO nearly thirty years ago. 

“He didn’t do it on purpose and you know that,” Maverick sneered at Cyclone. 

“Enough! We will not be discussing private matters like this,” Warlock looked between both Cyclone and Jake, whose head was hung low. Warlock looked around at the pilots and inhaled sharply, “Everyone is grounded today. I can’t risk putting people in the air like this.” 

“It’s not your call,” Cyclone said. 

“Do you want to be sending out more rescue crews?” Warlock questioned and Cyclone clenched his jaw, “You’re all dismissed.”

Note: I am sorry for this.

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Under the Desk- B.Simpson

pairing: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x female!reader warnings: SMUT! dom/sub dynamic, mention of age gap, blowjob, cock warming, public sex (kinda) word count: 1.2k

A/N: this is my first Cyclone drabble so be nice. also thank you @wildbornsiren for awakening something within me that I didn't know needed to be awakened.

“Come in!” Cyclone called out as he heard a knock on his office door. His eyes were starting to strain from looking at black and white documents all morning. Maverick had yet another crazy training plan that he wanted to work on and Cyclone was waiting for the day he could ship Maverick off to another Naval Base. 

“Hey,” You spoke softly, as you opened the door. Cyclone’s green eyes looked up from his computer and he smiled, leaning back in his desk chair. 

“Hi sweetheart,” Beau said in relief, happy to see you. He was always happy to see you, you were the bright spot in his ever boring life. He didn’t think at 50, divorced and basically married to his job, he’d find someone who was willing to love him for him. He could be gruff, and mean, and cold, it came with the price of holding such an important title. But there was something about you that helped melt his icy exterior. Maybe it was your young age, maybe it was your innocence, maybe it was your knack for getting yourself into some trouble, but it kept Beau on his toes. 

“You didn’t answer my call about meeting for lunch, so I thought I should stop by and see what you were doing,” You said, and walked over to his side of the desk, sitting down on his lap. He immediately circled an arm around your waist like it was second nature to him. 

“Been busy dealing with this shit,” He grumbled, waving his free hand at the pile of papers on his desk, “Turned my phone off, I’m sorry, baby.” 

“It’s okay, daddy.” 

Beau’s beautiful eyes seemed to turn a shade darker as that word slipped past your lips. His hand found its place in between your thighs, gently resting on the skin. He could feel the heat radiating off of your cunt and you leaned down, pressing a kiss to that spot below his ear. 

“You’re stressed,” You whispered in his ear, putting an arm around his shoulders, fingers gently playing with the small hairs at the base of his neck, “It’s not good for you.” 

“Neither are you, but here we are,” Beau said, smirking up at you. 

“You like having me around, I keep you young,” You smiled, and slid off his lap to stand up between his legs. His rough hands slowly trailed down the sides of your waist, and to your legs. The dress you wore stopped about mid thigh, giving Beau the perfect sight of your beautiful legs. 

“That you do, sweetheart.” 

“Let me take care of you, daddy,” You said, and leaned down to kiss him. Beau knew exactly what you were doing, so he pushed his chair back a bit, so you could angle your body to be hidden by his desk. You sunk down to your knees and could already see his cock straining against his khaki dress pants. You palmed him through his pants and he groaned. 

“Don’t fucking tease me, girl,” He said, his voice dropping into a gravelly octave, one that sent shockwaves straight to your dripping core, “You’re here for one fucking purpose, and that’s to suck me off and go home. Got it?” 

“Yes sir,” You said in response, your hands going to his belt. He lifted his hips enough that you could slide down his pants and black boxers, watching as his aching cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach. He groaned at the feeling of the cold air hitting the angry red tip that was already leaking pre-cum. 

“I hardly did anything and look at you,” You spoke up in pure wonder at the man in front of you. 

“Stop fucking talking,” Beau growled, and grabbed your hair, pushing you towards his cock. 

You wasted no time, taking Beau’s hard cock into your mouth, licking the pre-cum off the top of it. You had been with him long enough to know how he liked his blowjobs, messy and sloppy. You pulled off him enough, and spit directly on his cock, using your hand to smear the mixture of your spit and pre-cum down his length. 

Beau was enthralled by you, he pulled your hair out of your face, and watched as you took what you could of him into your mouth, gagging as he hit the back of your throat. He loved when you gagged on him, he loved hearing the sounds you would make when you sucked him off. It had taken you some time, but he had basically trained your throat to take him as deep as you possibly can. 

“Such a good fucking girl,” Beau groaned out as you bobbed your head up and down. Beau kept his hand on your head, directing your movements, pushing you down a little farther each time. 

He jumped slightly when there was a knock on his office door. He could see through the translucent glass that there was someone outside his door, and he rolled his eyes knowing it was Maverick from the short stature. He looked down at you, you looked up at him through your lashes, and pulled off of him. 

“Get under the desk,” Beau directed, and you smirked, shuffling under the surprisingly roomy desk. His cock was still out and hard as he pushed his lower half under the desk, “Come on.” 

“Sir,” Maverick said, walking in. 

You drowned out the conversation between Maverick and your boyfriend, your eyes locked on the sight of his cock. You smirked to yourself, shuffling around a bit, and wrapping your hand around his cock. Beau jumped a bit and covered up his movement with a cough, which spurred you on even more. You weren’t sure what caused it, but you moved your head into his lap, and placed your mouth back on his cock. Beau felt the feeling of pleasure roll through his body as you started to move your head, but was quickly stopped by him putting a strong, firm hand on the back of your head. 

You weren’t sure how long you were in that position, Beau’s hand on the back of your head, your mouth open and stuffed with his hard cock, drool falling from your mouth and pooling on his lap. Your jaw was starting to ache and so were your knees. But even besides that, it was the best feeling ever, being able to keep him warm as he yelled at Maverick for something stupid. You had to clench your thighs shut as you felt him twitch in your mouth. The second Maverick’s footsteps started fading and the door shut, Beau was pulling you off of him, and out from underneath the desk. 

“Jesus he can sure-” 

“Shut up,” Beau growled, turning you around and bending you over his desk. You gasped at his roughness as he grabbed the bottom of your dress, pulling it up enough to expose your naked backside, “Of course,” Beau mumbled, “Where are your panties?” 

“Forgot them,” You said innocently. 

“You’re telling me, you woke up, took a shower, did your hair and makeup, picked out this dress, put it on, and forgot to put underwear on?” 

You looked over his shoulder and smiled, “I’m forgetful” 

“Yeah well you’re gonna be a whole nother level of forgetful when I’m done with you.”

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