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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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Heeey girl how are you?

Can I ask this prompt

“• B’s roommate entering their washroom (while B is in the shower) and yelling over the water “HEY B DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY SHAMPOO IS I CAN’T FIND IT ANYWHERE” “name..” “BECAUSE LIKE I THOUGHT IT WAS HERE BUT I CANT-“ “name im not exactly alone in here…” “huh wha-“ and A popping through the shower curtain with the biggest smile “hey name” “oh OH HI UH i’ll just.. *knocks multiple things over* leave you two.. alone” *knocks more things over* “also i think your shampoo is over there” “ um thanks A um i’ll just-*awkward finger guns*”

With hangman please? 🥹

Hello Sunshine! Fine, thanks for asking, I hope you're doing well too. That's a great choice! Enjoy 🦈💚

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader / Hangman x Reader

Wordcount: 1,1k

Tags: hot shower, smut, fingering, caught by the roommate, finger guns (I'm dying, this is so fun to imagine)

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The warm water of the shower was raining down on you.

You gasped, surprised by waves of pleasure storming in your lower belly. A thin dusting of steam evaporated from your wet skin, surrounding Jake's body and yours with a dancing mist. Jake kissed your neck one, two, three times. Each time, his kisses became more and more eager: he wanted you, and he wanted you so bad that he felt he could devour you entirely. His teeth sunk into the delicate skin of your shoulder, causing you to quiver with pleasure. You could not help but let a soft moan escape from your parted lips. How did you end up here? You could not tell. All you remembered was that you and Jake were fighting about the last flying training you had. Both of you got shot by Maverick in less than five minutes because Hangman wanted to pull off a solo performance. Quite disagreeing with your point of view, the cocky pilot maintained that you had been shot because of your disastrous skills at dodging attacks coming from below. Rather than discussing the pros and cons of both of you, screams erupted in the hallway. You started insulting each other, trying to be the louder one as if what mattered was not the argument but who could make the other shut the hell up. And it happened. In the midst of your quarrel, Jake's lips collapsed against yours in a heated and dazing kiss. Stunned, you had hesitated between pulling him closer or punching him in the face so hard that he would not need a jet to fly... Guess what you ended up choosing.

"Don't fight it, I know you like that," Jake whispered in your ear, above the water.

"Screw you."

You snapped, gritting your teeth and turning your head to the other side in a vain attempt of keeping yourself from moaning. You didn't want to give him that pleasure, because at this point you were pretty sure that he would try to bother you by boasting about his sexual performance during your next argument.

"No, no, Y/CS. Screw you."

He cooed, his fingers caressing your wet slit in slow and maddening movements. You felt a myriad of butterflies in your stomach. And a wildfire of arousal between your legs. Jake chuckled: you looked so miserable. Even though he quite enjoyed seeing your inner struggle because he knew that he was giving you a hell of lustful bliss. The arrogant Lieutenant licked his way up to your mouth along your neck. The sensation of the tip of his tongue wandering on your boiling skin sent shivers down your spine. As he kissed you, his fingers trusted in your greedy slit. You tried to pull your head back but Jake pressed his lips harder against yours. Your whimper got muffled in a languid kiss. Jake could feel you melting, your love juice running down his expert fingers. The cold wall against your back, the hot water falling down on you, Jake's intoxicating perfume, his tongue, skin, fingers... Him. It was far too much to handle. You closed your eyes and gave in to this hurricane of pleasure. A red shade bloomed across your cheeks.

"Now I know how to shut your fucking mouth." His smirk widened into a carnivorous grin.

You were about to retort something when the door of the bathroom slammed and Payback's voice yelling above the water.

"HEY HANGMAN! DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY CONDITIONER IS?"

Jake froze. He turned his head towards the door, seeing Reuben's silhouette through the shower curtains. He had begun rummaging through his roommate's stuff to look for his hair conditioner. You had opened your eyes wide and were staring at Jake as if you were silently hurrying him to find a solution.

"Payback..."

"Seriously dude, I can't find it anywhere and it's making me crazy. Oh?" He grabbed a bottle, his dark eyes glittering with hope until he realized it was not what he was looking for, "Nope." he concluded with disappointment in his voice before throwing the bottle over his shoulder.

Jake gently pulled his fingers off you. You bit your lower lips to hold your moans. One of Jake's powerful hands was placed on your hips while the other pressed on the cold shower wall, next to your face.

"Reuben, I'm..."

"Because like-" Reuben cut him before he could speak, "I thought it was here but I can't-"

"Reuben, listen." Hangman's voice roared to get his focus, " I'm not exactly alone here."

At first, you looked at Jake with a bit of surprise in your eyes. You had not expected him to say that. The blonde pilot looked at you and shrugged with an amused smirk on his flat lips.

"Hu, what-"

You shook your head, your surprise turning into playfulness. You grabbed the shower curtain and pulled it enough to pop your head through it.

"Hey, Payback."

"FUUUCKKKKKK!"

He screamed, jumping at your sudden appearance. As if it was not enough, Jake's head popped just above yours, displaying the same big stupid smile that was carved on your face. He took a few steps back in surprise as if someone had punched him right in the guts. Payback, slack-jawed, remained still for one solid second, his eyes going from Jake to you several times. His brain had trouble proceeding with what had just happened. Why were you, Y/CS, Jake's worst enemy, in his shower? Were you ...? Oh no, no, he did not want to think about it.

"OH HI! Aha... Uhh, I'll just..." Reuben came to his senses but it seemed like he had not figured out what to do yet since he had started knocking multiple things over, "leave you two..alone... Well, I guess? I mean ... Uh - I should go!" He knocked more things over as he was trying to find his way out of the bathroom. At this moment, he had the impression he was in a gigantic maze. Fortunately enough, his trembling hand managed to grab the door's handle. He opened the door, ready to run away from the bathroom while you called out to him.

"Also I think your conditioner is over here!"

Payback looked at you with an utterly confused face before shaking his head "Oh the hair conditioner! Aha yes! Thank you Y/CS, I'll just..." Once again, his brain just stopped working properly. Not knowing how to respond, he tried to crack a smile and made a more than awkward finger-guns gesture at you.

Jake looked at him, baffled by his stupidity: "Oh my god..." He muttered.

Now, all you hoped was that Reuben knew how to keep a secret.

A very surprising secret.

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lovewithasideoffries · 2 years

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have i seen the first top gun? do i know anything about planes or the navy? hell no. but im in love with rooster and hangman so send me in some requests pls

#rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #requests open #top gun request #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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About Me

I'm 19, desi, and a university student writing and reading fanfics for fun. I love reading books and watching movies. My favorites are MARVEL, Top Gun, Danny Ramirez, and Novels. I always wanted to write and put out my work for people to read and enjoy, so, I hope you like it <3

Requests are open! Keep ‘em coming 😏❤

Are My Requests Open? Yes! You can send me requests about the characters mentioned below :)

Who do I write for? I write for the mentioned MARVEL cinematic Universe and Top Gun Universe characters

MARVEL Joaquin Torres Bucky Barnes Peter Parker Steve Rogers Kate Bishop Shang Chi Yelena Belova Tony Stark Top Gun Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Jake "Hangman" Seresin Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia Natasha "Phoenix" Trace Nick "Goose" Bradshaw Pete "Maverick" Mitchelle Reuben "Payback" Fitch Javy "Coyote" Machado

What do I write? I write from the POV of Y/N, any other character from the same universe or an original character requested. I write fluff, angst, and fics containing canon-level violence. Smut writing is still new to me, but you can send me requests.

Warnings Posts with 18+ content (violence, smut, etc.)will be marked with * so minors DNI with them!

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fandomxpreferences · 2 years

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❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died or left me. except for you. ❜ for rooster because this is gonna hurt

Why do we torture ourselves 😭 apparently I’m a glutton for pain because I love this

#top gun request

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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So back again but can I also request "Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we're dating?" For rooster

Written! I really enjoyed writing this one, and I hope you enjoy it too~

'About Damn Time'

#ask #request #request posted #rooster x reader fic #written #top gun request

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labarboteuse · 2 years

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I'm almost ready to post Want you to stay all at once because I'm bored and have discovered a passion for writing on TPM, please help me by sending requests.

This is an SOS.

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warnersister · 15 days

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Personal Space

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x reader

Summary: you love your personal space. Unfortunately, Bradley also loves your personal space.

You never understood why Bradley stuck around. Since the academy you’d preferred to stick to yourself; get your head down and get the job done. Especially with a surname like Mitchell. You didn’t want your father and grandfather’s reputation to negatively proceed you, and by the time people had put two and two together as to whom loins you came from: you’d made your own reputation so Maverick never made much of a difference to it.

But still, having dinner in the mess you’d sat down, when someone came and thudded down next to you and began eating themselves. “I’m Bradley” he said when you finally looked up at him. You raised a brow “Bradshaw?” You ask and he nods: you recognise him from the photos your dad pinned up in your two’s hanger. You hum “and you are?” He asks “not important.” You reply, deciding you’d lost your appetite and stood to clear your plate “good talk!” Bradley said, but you were already walking away.

He’d next encountered you when you were running around the academy, early morning; before any naval training would take place. He hummed and decided it was perfectly acceptable to interrupt your jaunt with his presence. “Hey! Up so early?” He asks as he tries to match your pace from a standstill “could ask you the same.” You reply bluntly “well I wanted to get a run in before-” “well there’s your answer.” You reply, cutting him off. “You run really quick.” He says as you try to keep your pace increasing to shake him off “goodbye, Bradshaw.” You say, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes and taking off at a pace he couldn’t sustain. He just stops and shakes his head smiling, you were funny.

Eventually, you’d both gotten up in the air and were quick to earn your callsigns “Rooster” and “Hen”. Bradley earned his because he was up before the chickens, you’d earned yours because the chicken kept fucking following you around like you were his mother. You were sat on the aircraft carrier, your trainee group learning how to land on a ship deck and you’d finally gotten a moment of peace that evening. You sat on the edge of the deck, feet dangling over the edge as you watched the sunset, not moving when you hear someone slip into the space between the barriers beside you.

“Oh look my chick is back.” You mumble sarcastically and Bradley laughs loudly at you. “You love me really” he says, looking at you as if he wanted to you agree with him “you seem to keep telling yourself that, don’t you?” You hum, turning to watch the sea lap against the grey metal. You can feel him fidgeting beside you, as if antsy to say something. “What?” You ask, finally turning to look at him. “What?” He repeats, looking at you with raised brows “you want to ask me something. You’re fidgeting.” You point out “so ask me or fuck off” you say, turning away again. “Your last name is Mitchell” he says and you roll your eyes “you can read and hear. Two things I’ve learnt today.” You huff, again, with sarcasm. “Are you related to Pete Mitchell?” He asks, looking at you and nearly holding his breath “you finally put two and two together?” You ask and he lets out the breath.

“Yeah, he’s my dad.” You say after a while “I was a whoopsie baby my mother didn’t want anything to do with” you tell him. “He used to fly with my dad.” Bradley almost whispers, voice just a few octaves above. “I know” you nod “he’s practically wallpapered all over our hanger.” You say “so are you” you eye him. “He pulled my papers” he says, again after a few moments of silence “I know” you say “do you know why?” He asks “yes.” You reply, and he could tell you weren’t going to elaborate. “Y’know I’m not a fan of your dad, but I really like you.” He says and you just look at him with a blank face. “Yup” you hum to yourself and he raises a brow “just as Mother Goose was described” you say, and Bradley’s face immediately lights up with a huge grin, stretching and arm around you and pulling you into his side.

“Get off me.” “Yup, yep, sorry.”

For your first deployment, the academy set it up that you’d at least be with one person from your training squadron, and today the list of names were coming out; they were scribbled on the back of a napkin and pinned to a notice board.

“1. Haywood & Solomons, 2. Hughes & Shelley & Omaha, 3. Cooper & Parker & Cromwell & Smith, 4. Bradshaw,” you crossed your fingers as someone read out the names, then yours was read alongside Bradley’s “oh for god’s sake” you grumble, turning to see Bradley practically jumping for joy. “This is great! Me and you, Hen!” Rooster cheers and you just stare at him “should’ve called you leech cause you’re acting like one. Calm down.” You instruct and he tries to chill out, but the cheeky smile on his face was indiminishagble.

He only became more unbearable then, with you every working hour, your wingman on the missions you’d fly, inseparable despite your complaints. “Where’s your boyfriend?” Hawk asked you, as he came to sit with you for lunch. You shush him loudly. “Woah woah I only asked where he was.” “Speak his name and he shows up. I’m trying to hide.” you say in a hushed voice “plus he isn’t my boyfriend” “sure” he scoffs but the daggers being shot into his head silenced him easily.

“Hey Hen! Hawk” Bradley greets as he sits down. You grunt and point an accusatory finger at Hawk “this is your fault, jackass” you say and he laughs at you, him and Bradley engage in conversation as you just eat, having learnt the skill of drowning him out. “What about you, Hen?” Hawk asked, drawing your attention away from your plate and up to the two men alongside you, you raise an eyebrow - letting them know you were insinuating that you weren’t listening to their conversation.

“Do you want a family?” He ask and you just nod “really?” Hawk asks “that’s cute, didn’t take you for a family gal” he jokes and you harshly kick his leg under the table “kids and everything?” He asks after the pain subsides. “Yup.” You say and Bradley hums “I didn’t know that” he says and you just look at him “you never asked.” You reply simply, and that was true: he hadn’t. He was quite prepared to spend the rest of existence chasing after you, whether that meant giving you your first kiss on your deathbeds.

The two of you even went to Top Gun together, training to be the finest naval aviators of them all. And boy, you two fought to be the best; tongue and teeth, blood sweat and tears, everything. The decision came down to one final dogfight. “May the best aviator win” Rooster jokes, sticking out a hand to you. You eye it and internally question if you were insane, before leaning up to peck his cheek. “Prepare to loose, chicken.” You say, leaving him frozen in his place while you head to your plane. That day, Bradley was seriously off his A-game, and you came out on top.

A Mitchell finally Top Gun.

“Congratulations!” Bradley says excitedly on graduation day when you victoriously lifted the trophy above your head. You turned to him and he leant down slightly - you weren’t stupid, you knew what he was intending to do. “Thank you, Brad.” You say, turning to walk over to where your father was stood - knowing that was probably the only time Bradley wouldn’t follow you. That was the first time you’d ever called him anything short of Bradley Bradshaw.

“I’m so proud of you honey” your dad says, hugging you tightly and you embrace him back, smiling widely “thank you, dad” you respond and he looks behind you where Bradley was stood a while back, watching the ordeal. “Is that-” “yes” you tell him and your dad just looks at you “I wouldn’t get all teary he follows me like a lost puppy” you grumble but he just grins “he’s a good kid, hon.” He says and you shake your head “he’s definitely something”

“So how does their relationship work?” Bob asks Hangman, watching Bradley talk your ear off and you just staring ahead into space, blankly. “You see Bobby my boy,” Jake begins “Hen loves her personal space” Bob nods “Rooster also loves Hen’s personal space.” Bob nods again, now understanding. “Haven’t they done everything together though?” He asks “I think it’s more the fact that Hen does something and Rooster just kinda goes with it” Phoenix said and Bob hums, as Bradley continues to converse one-sidedly with you.

“He means well” you hear from beside you as you stare out from the hanger, turning to see your honorary uncle Tom walking towards you, you run towards him as he embraces you tightly “hey Ice” you smile, sweetly. “Hey sweetheart” he croaks. “I mean what I said.” He states and you raise a brow “he means well” he nods towards the man doing his required push ups on the ground with Hondo. “I know, Ice.” You tell him. “No, I don’t think you do” he hums and you raise your eyebrows at him. “The kids in love with you. You’ve either got to let him in or tell him to get out.” He says, “you’re living together for goodness sake”. “It was cheaper” you argue “we both know the accommodation is subsidised.” He states, matter-of-factly, patting your shoulder as he turns to go talk to your dad when he walks into the room.

It was true, you and Bradley were sharing accommodation. “Hey Hen, they’ve offered us shared accommodation back in Miramar” Bradley says, coming over with a pamphlet. “Why?” You ask, taking it out of his hands. ‘Married couple accommodation’ it states and you raise your brows “you getting ahead of yourself, Bradshaw?” You ask and he shakes his head “the guy assumed our callsigns were cause we’re a couple” he tells you and you just hum. “Well I’d rather stay there than in an apartment.” You say simply, giving him back the leaflet and refocusing on the plane you were working on repairing. “Seriously?” He asks, voice overly hopeful. You look at him and shrug “just go get the damn house, Bradshaw. Before I change my mind!” You say and he grins, turning and breaking out into almost a jog to head to confirm your living situation.

You take a moment of hesitation, before loudly groaning and heading out onto the tarmac, getting down and doing push ups alongside Rooster. He turns his head and looks at you and you just raise your brows at him. “Hey honey” he grins “hello Bradley” he nudges your hip with his own. “I’ll drive us home.” You tell him, and he raises his eyebrows “Home?” He asks and you huff “okay, Bradley I will drive the two of us back to our shared accommodation that we accidentally got given.” You say and he laughs loudly “home sounded better.”

Then after the mission, the whole Dagger squad got permanently stationed in San Diego, other than deployment, so they urged the new additions to the base to buy their own properties closer to base rather than on it. You and Bradley were sat in the Hard Deck, a long time before it was open, the rest of the Daggers spending time on the beach while the two of you were scouring Bradley’s laptop for a property. Well, Bradley was.

How about this one? He turns his screen to you. You shake your head “I want grass in the garden. I want to plant flowers” you say as you point at the paved back of the house, explaining that it’s a waste of money to have it ripped out. Bradley nods “Mkay, garden” he says, moving back to look again.

“How about this one? Beach front, close to the running track for you. Only a walk from the Hard Deck. White picket fence, really” he hums, turning the laptop again “garden?” You ask and he nods “garden.” He nods with a grin. “Shall we go look?” You ask and he raises a brow at you. “You said it’s a walk from the hard deck. Let’s go.” You say, putting the address into your phone and immediately recognising the street name, Bradley quickly falling into step with you as you walk towards the property.

You look at it and place your hands on your hips. Bradley was right. Pretty damn perfect. “Can I help you?” A lady asks, walking outside of the house, clipboard in hand. “Oh no, we’d just seen this property online and wanted to take a look.” Bradley tells her. “Well I’ve had a no-show on a viewing. How’d you like to take a look?” She suggests, motioning to the open door. “Okay” you nod, following her into the house.

“Obviously the kitchen, living room, even a deck out back with a huge garden and high fences” she says nodding out the window and you hum. “Out the side there’s an entrance straight to the beach” she motions, then starts heading up the stairs “three bedrooms, attic space, bathroom” she says “I’m guessing it’s just you two at the moment?” She asks “oh we’re not-” Bradley begins “yes, just us.” You confirm, shutting him up. “Okay, so there’s a large room for your bed and then if any new additions are to join, you have the space for them” she smiles and leads you back out front.

“It’s not cheap, it’s California. So I understand if you’re not prepared to pay that much money, do you mind me asking what you do?” She asks “we’re naval aviators.” Bradley says “stationed here?” She asks and you both nod “ah! I get why you’re looking for a property here!” She says and Bradley looks at you. “I really like it, Roo.” You say, and Bradley has to stop his jaw hitting the floor at your nickname. “It’s your call, honey” he says and you look at the lady and smile as she offers her hand “we’ll take it.”

“How shall we split the payment?” You ask Bradley as you walk back to the Hard Deck after organising a meeting with the realtor to actually finalise all the kinks and bumps. “I don’t mind doing the down payment then we’ll take it in turn paying the loan” he suggests “we can get a joint bank account and do it that way” you say and he agrees as you settle back into your seats at the Hard Deck. “Where’ve you two been?” Hangman asks “we bought a house.”

One evening, after you were all moved in and were hanging out at the Hard Deck after a long day or routine flying, you were sat outside with Rooster; watching the sunset. “When are we getting married then?” You ask and he spits out his beer “what?” He asks, eyes wide and getting progressively more giddy. “Well we live together, we have a joint bank account, and Jake keeps telling me we’re practically married. So when are we getting married?” You ask as he hugs you tightly “whenever you want, baby” he says, kissing the top of your head and pulling a ring out of his pocket to get on his knee. “Will you marry me?” He asks and you raise a brow “didn’t I just say that?” You ask bluntly “just say yes, please” he begs and you nod “yes. Yes I will marry you, Bradley Bradshaw.” You confirm as he kisses your lips gently.

“Okay get off of me now.”

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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Heated makeout session in a hangar with Jake.

Heyaaah, fellow friend. Thank you for your request! Also, I am sorry it is a bit smuttier than what I planned to write. Turns out to be actual sex rather than makeout. But... There is a surprise gif at the end tho. I hope you'll still enjoy it 🦈💚

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader / Hangman x Pilot!Reader

Wordcount: 2,5k

Tags: Rival fucking together, swearing, strong sexual language, finger teasing, rough penetration, non-protected sex, GLEN POWELL (he's a warning by himself because he's hot)

For the smut part: She Wants Revenge - Tear You Apart

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"Stupid screwdriver, where the fuck are you?"

Jake, who was heading to his own hangar, stopped in front of yours when his ears caught your grumpy mumbling. The blonde pilot glanced through the partially open door, curious. You were throwing tools all over the place, desperately trying to find the screwdriver you needed to repair your jet. After knocking over almost all your stuff, you managed to find it. A triumphant smile enlightened your adorable face - a smile which quickly vanished when you looked at the shiny silver screw you were holding in the palm of your other hand. It was not the proper screwdriver.

"Fuck it!"

Your voice roared in the hanger like thunder in a stormy sky. This time, you could not help but throw the tool with all your strength. It flew through the room and crashed against one of the metallic walls. Suddenly, you opened your eyes wide: oh no, that was the right screwdriver! You swore again, getting it back. At this point, you were definitely hating life - or life was hating you. Jake tried to keep himself from chuckling in front of this hilarious spectacle. He pressed one of his hands against his mouth, muffling the uncontrollable laughter he felt coming, and took a deep breath through his nose. After a few seconds, the arrogant pilot slipped through the door's small opening and leaned against the wall, arms crossed on his muscular chest.

"Babybird has a problem with her wings?"

You jumped slightly, not expecting someone to come. Much less Hangman. You glared at him above your shoulder.

"Shut up!"

You hissed. You were already irritated enough, you did not need this damn rival pilot to rub salt into the wound. A small grunt escaped from your sweet lips before you resumed to your repairs. Well, you sure were stubborn! Jake raised an eyebrow, amused at your annoyance. Even infuriated you failed to impress him, for he secretly found you far too adorable for that. He observed you struggling with your screw for one solid minute before walking towards you once he estimated that he had enough fun.

"That screw. You try to put it in the wrong place, that's why it doesn't work." His voice said, coated in surprising patience.

You froze, not expecting to hear him that close. He was standing right behind you, so close that his chest pressed slightly against your back. You could even feel the warmth of his skin through his white t-shirt. Jake raised his arms and started fixing your plane right above your head. Doing so, he explained what was the item's purpose and why it could have been dangerous to fly without it, but you did not hear a single word. All your brain could focus on was the fragrances of his manly yet delicate perfume that was tingling your nostril. You clenched your jaw: here was the reason you always tried to avoid Jake, except during training because you had no other choice. Each time you have been alone with your rival, an undescribable and almost painful sexual tension burst between you. A shiver ran down your spine, the smallest friction of his body against yours making you shiver. You closed your eyes, your head buzzing like a furious swarm of bees. You were focusing so hard on not losing control that you did not even notice that Jake had already finished fixing your plane for a while, but was busy observing you. This inner struggle... He knew it far too well. Each time he was facing you was a sweet torture. Even your violent fights could not manage to soothe the consuming lust that was burning within him. In fact, it burnt with even more power when you were yelling at each other. Too many times he had to storm into his room and jerk off, thinking about nothing but you riding him furiously. Or making you shut your mouth with his cock down your throat. He could not help thinking about... You and your piercing Y/EC eyes. You and your irresistible body he tried to imagine under that overalls slightly too large for you. You were the most tremendous temptation he ever had.

"What if -" He whispered in your ear "You admit you want me."

All your body tensed up. Arousal lightened up a wildfire in your hips: "What if you admit it, Seresin," Your voice was merely a murmur.

Jake's flat-lipped grin widened at your words. His large and lightly calloused hands ran down your thighs in a languid caress. Your skin burnt as if his hands were leaving long lava trails in their wake.

"Alright. You want me to admit it, I'll admit it." He cooed in your ear, his fingers wandering on your body until they lay between your thighs. A wave of arousal broke within you, shaking your very soul.

"I admit thinking about you each time I jerk off and God knows the simple thought of pinning you against the wall and fucking you until your legs shake is the only thing that makes me cum as I never did." As he talked, he started stroking your pussy. You bit your lower lips, trying to stay ice-cold, but Jake could feel your wetness through the fabric of your overalls. Pretending to be indifferent was a waste of time, so why not give in to your lust?

"You know, that's the problem with you. Big mouth, but no deeds." Saying so, you slowly pressed your butt against him. The cocky pilot exhaled loudly, feeling his cock twitch. "Fuck me hard, or fuck off, Seresin."

The last snippets of sanity he was trying so hard to preserve shattered into millions of pieces.

With quick and expert moves, Jake unzipped your overall and freed you from its fabric. The garment, as well as your underwear, fell on your ankles, exposing your delicate Y/SC skin to the cold air of the hangar. Goosebumps adorned your body. Then, he unstrapped your bra and threw it further, unveiling your perky nipples already hardened. Jake's hands grabbed them, eager. You could not help but moan.

Enjoying how you respond to his touch, the lieutenant's fingers started playing with your nipples, making the two delicate buds roll between his fingers. While doing so, he pushed his body even more against yours, trapping you between him and the cold metallic body of your plane. You gritted your teeth, feeling his hard shaft rubbing against the curve of your ass. The tension in you became unbearable, all you wanted was to feel him closer. To feel him inside. Nevertheless, begging was absolutely out of question.

"Spread your legs, babybird."

"Make me?" You retorted, your words coated with challenge and insolence.

Without uttering a single word, Jake forced your legs open by kicking them apart with his combat boots. Surprised by his roughness, your face grew red and your heart started pounding in your chest. One of his large hands slid down your scorching skin, sending another jolt of arousal down your soul. His fingers brushed your wet folds, as a tamer caressing a feral animal. Ironic, considering that you could almost purr at the sensation of his fingers exploring your soaked and greedy slit. He stroked you slowly, from your already-opened entrance to your clit, which he rubbed a bit rougher. You whined louder, trying to close your legs in an involuntary reflex but the Lieutenant took care of keeping them spread. You could not escape, and to be honest you didn't want to. The musky smell of his perfume pervaded your skin and hair, its charming fragrance making your head spin.

"Pretty sure that ain't the first time I make you so wet."

"Each time we would fight..." You hissed through your teeth, the confession was physically painful to utter out loud.

"Naughty, naughty little pilot." His voice purred in your ear.

Jake let out a long shaky breath, whose fiery blast almost burnt the delicate skin of your neck. His heart was pounding in his chest, so hard you could perceive its beating if you focused properly. His pulse had quickened. Like a predator enjoying the sight of his prey trapped between his claws, he leaned over you to bring his nose in your Y/HC hair and he smelt that exhilarating scent of yours.

He clenched his jaw, trying so hard to regain control of himself but he knew it was in vain. Your mere presence was enough for him to obliterate all his surroundings. The world could end outside he would not mind, as long as he could ruin you in this hangar. He had always dreamt to. Firmly grabbing your hips with one of his large hands, the arrogant lieutenant unzipped his own overall and took his hard and almost-painful erection in the palm of the other hand. A wide smile stretched his thin lips. Jake slid his cock through your folds, which were glistening with your love juice as dew on the fleshy petals of a rose. A brief groan escaped from his mouth at your warmth and wetness welcoming him.

You hummed with anticipation, your legs already shaking a bit due to the excruciating arousal that was consuming your body in an uncontrollable fire of lust. You moved your hips to feel his hard shaft rubbing against your slit. The pleasure skyrocketed at each friction of your intimate parts.

"Hangman... Please, please ..." You begged, your mind blurred by the heat pooling in your lower belly.

"I can't hear you. What do you want?" You could not see him, but you knew he was smiling. Jake stopped rubbing his erection against you, judging that he was lubricated enough. Then, he led the tip of his cock against your entrance, barely pushing but enough to stretch your walls a little bit. You arched your back, eyes shut tightly, and tears forming shiny beads on your lashes.

"Please, fuck me."

"Are you sure? I don't know..." Jake cooed, pressing on his hips more to bury the head of his cock inside you. Your body twitched and your fingers clenched against the cold body of your plane. You could not take it anymore...

"Fuck me or fuck off, you fucking bastard!" You roared like a rabid lion. Emphasizing your harsh words with gestures, you pushed your pelvis back to sink a few more inches inside your agonizing entrance. Jake growled, holding back a moan he almost failed to control.

"As you wish, babybird."

His words felt like the sweetest relief until he pushed into you in one bestial thrust. You suddenly bit your hand, muffling your scream against your skin at the indescribable pleasure that crashed within you like a destructive rogue wave breaking against the rocks of a shore. You sunk your teeth harder into your own flesh, rolling your eyes. Your walls fluttered around his huge cock, greedy to keep it for them and only them. It was bad - very bad. Having sex anywhere else than your bedroom was against all rules, if someone caught you both Hangman and you could be severely punished for improper sexual conduct. Moreover, the hangar's door was not entirely shut, making it easier to get caught. It was bad, but how could it feel so good? In any case, your will was not strong enough to make Jake pull out from you. You sighed with ecstasy, feeling the smallest details of the delicious cock that perfectly filled you. Each pulsing vein was stimulating you in the best way you could have imagined.

"Fuck, you're tight -" Jake groaned, his head tilted back at the overwhelming feeling of having his cock buried deep inside you. "You've been far too well-behaved Y/CS. Someone needs to show you what are good fuck sessions." His words were coated with sweet poison as he massaged your inner walls with slow undulations.

"Shut up!" You painfully retorted.

You were gently moving, making your hips dance around Hangman to adapt to his surprisingly very big size. But Jake did not want to wait anymore: he started to fuck you with a merciless rhythm, his hips striking your ass. The sound of smacking flesh echoed in the hangar, sublimated by the chant of your moans, but also of Jake's own whimpers. From time to time, you heard your callsign melting on his tongue.

"You fucking- b- bastard" You stuttered between two brutal thrusts. Blood rushed through your cheeks and heat spread under your skin, which was covered by a thin layer of salty sweat. As his pace went rougher and rougher, you arched your back a bit more and hit the plane with your first, for your body did not know anymore how to handle such a storm of physical stimulations.

"Yeah, I hate you too babybird." Jake hissed through his teeth, slamming his body in yours. He felt electricity running through his veins and pushing him over the edge of passion. It could not be real - it was too wonderful to be true: you, Y/CS, begging him. The ice-cold and sharp-tongued Y/CS, ruined by him.

“F-fuck!" He swore as he pounded you at a frenzied pace. Jake's cocked twitched inside you, for he was about to come. You could hear his erratic breathing, cut with low groans. He let out a sudden cry, louder than the others, and kept his shaft deep inside your dripping pussy to flood it with his cum. He quivered doing so, blissed out by the orgasm he was feeling.

It took you less than a minute after him to experience the divine escalation of pleasure which led you to climax. Your whole body, overwhelmed by fireworks of pleasure, would have collapsed if Jake was not holding your hips. Stars danced in front of your vision as the rush of dopamine wrapped your brain. You felt as if you were floating. Here you both were, the sound of your erratic breath panting in harmony. Jake pulled out, making his thick and warm semen overflow from your satisfied pussy. Long trails of milky cum ran down your shaky thighs.

Jake sighed one last time, his mind still clouded by the incredible moment you just shared. Nevertheless, he zipped his overalls and readjusted his collar. While doing so, his green eyes, shining with mischief, stared at you. You seemed so vulnerable, half-naked, and dripping with cum... If he had time, he would have loved a second round.

You shook your head and looked around you to find a towel or something, but you found none. Resigned, you put your clothes back on, wincing. Jake could not help but laugh.

"Let's say this is a way to remember me for the rest of the day."

"Fuck off."

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rescued pt 2

a/n: im so sorry it took so long for part two!! also, thank you for 100 followers!! thank you for all the support i received on my last post, it really means the world to me <3

part 1

cw: struggling with mental health, crying, maybe military inaccuracies, angst angst angst, mint chocolate chip ice cream 😭, sorta sleep deprivation | let me know if i missed any!

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two days. two whole days you laid in pennys guest bedroom, with no sense of productivity. you admit, you needed space but the nights that you would typically keep yourself company while your stress eased, felt too long. the bed felt empty.

it felt similar to the days when penny would babysit you when you were little, although this time around, it consisted of watching comfort movies and playing uno, rather than playing dress up and pretending that ponies could fly.

your face kept a red stain over your cheeks and a slight puffiness from all the crying that would keep you up through most of the night.

penny was always antsy when amelia was with her father and his wife for the week of his designated custody, so she was more than happy to occupy her mind with you. she just wished it was under different circumstances.

two and a half tissue boxes later, the end credits of 50 first dates swept over the tv screen. it wasn’t even an emotional movie, but the comfort movie which included a somewhat happy couple was enough to rethink watching it.

“i wish a cow walked into the road while we were driving to base,” you sighed, also wishing you lived in hawaii. penny gave you a sympathetic look and stood up. a headache, most likely from stress, poured into your head.

jake wanted to give you all the space that you needed, even though it was one of the most difficult things he’d ever done. he’d try to occupy his mind with work or the gym but it was no use. he found you in everything.

sure, this wasn’t a breakup, but it easily could have turned into a mutual irish goodbye if a fire hydrant on the main street hadn’t bursted, causing jake to take an alternative route home.

traffic was horrible and jake had felt like he was sitting at the red light for hours, even though it was probably less than two minutes. taking in his surroundings he noticed the icecream shop you two went on many late night ventures.

a peace offering, he thought. the lack of sleep and desperate need to hold you caused him to merge into the far left lane in order to turn into the plaza. he disregarded the drivers who he cut off.

out of habit, he looked over at the passenger seat to catch a glimpse of you, but you weren’t there. you were snuggled in the blankets that provided little comfort in pennys guest bedroom.

jake ordered your a pint of favorite icecream, a mint chocolate chip in a cup for him, and vanilla with chocolate chips for penny. the usual cashier who was familiar with your relationship took a hint and decided to not ask any questions.

in uniform and a pint of icecream on his hip, carrying it like it was a child, he lightly knocked on the door. while driving to pennys, he had eaten not only his portion of icecream but also pennys out of stress, which he figured he wouldn’t mention.

two minutes later, a tired looking penny opened the door. “i knew you would come at some point, but not midnight,” she rubbed her bare eyes.

“i know, i just -” he started.

“second bedroom on the left. i’ll take that.” her psycic thoughts came in clutch. she took the pint of icecream, her tired arm dropping a little further than the other when she held the heavy container. jakes heart raced.

he checked his watch, only for it to say 8:45, not 12:00am. he knew that early nights meant bad days.

“oh, jake” penny said, catching his attention. “i’ll be on the balcony,”

“thanks,” he said, a little confused as to why penny would be telling him that information. maybe she thought that she would be needed as a mediator?

disregarding the thought, he tapped on the door and cleared, wanting to give you a little notice that he was here.

“jake?” you rubbed your eyes, pretending that he had woken you from a deep sleep when in reality you were staring at the ceiling. your horrible acting was put aside when you realized he wasn’t even in the room yet.

a faint sound of the doornob twisting let you know that he was approaching. he tapped the lightswitch on the wall and the room lit up. your eyes burned at the sudden bright light.

you sat up against the headboard. jake winced at your tear stained face. you adjusted to his presence, taking in his appearance. he kept his clean-shaven face but his hair did seem disheveled, like he’d been running his hands through it. you craved to run your fingers through it.

“honey, i-“ jake was once again cut off by you crawling over to him hurriedly and pressing your lips to his. he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.

your lips detached from his but you kept a tight grip around him. you looked up at him, words caught in your throat.

“it’s probably a bad idea to tell you that, that wasn’t our football,” he spit out.

you winced in embarrassment. “lay down with me, please,” you had nothing else to say.

and so he did. after two days, you slept contently, tangled in eachother - and he did too. <3

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I don’t know if it was my request but it was that rooster,hangman,hangman’s girlfriend and you roosters girlfriend are at dinner talking about something important about the military and rooster starts teasing you under the table and she has to keep a straight face and idk if you do smut but then it turns into a smut (only if you are comfy) thank you so much and I love all your works! Thank you! Have a great day!

-Liz

This was so much fun to write! It's been some time since I wrote smut, so I hope it's good! But I did enjoy it a lot so I guess I'll just have to practice by writing more 👀 Thanks again for the request, and here is the link to the fic! x

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pilvimarja · 1 month

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Birthday Surprise

bradley rooster bradshaw x reader

summary: the dagger squad gets back from the mission the day before your birthday, and the next day you feel forgotten

warnings: set after TG: Maverick, the tiniest bit of angst, birthdays, forgotten birthdays, fluffy rooster

wc: 562

a/n: based on this request! It’s a little short but hopefully fulfills y’all’s need for fluffy Rooster ❤️

You knew they were exhausted.

They all just got back from the mission, with Rooster and Maverick barely getting out alive. They deserved a break.

Unfortunately, the day they got back was your birthday, and no one said anything to you.

Rooster had spent most of the day sleeping, and you didn’t blame him. He must be exhausted.

You spend most of the day alone on the couch, with Rooster in the bedroom sleeping. You keep the tv on, with some random show softly on in the background to keep you from going crazy.

In the late afternoon, Rooster finally emerges.

“Hey,” he says, voice still thick with sleep.

“Hey,” you say, standing up to greet him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him close.

Rooster sighs as he tightens his hold around you, happy to finally be back in your arms.

“I need to go to base for a bit, but I will be back as soon as possible,” Rooster tells you, giving you a quick kiss.

“Baby, you just got back,” you whine.

“I know, but the whole almost dying thing makes them want to check on me.”

You nod. “Okay.”

“I will be back as soon as I can, and then I’m all yours, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As Rooster leaves, you feel frustrated with him. He still hasn’t said anything about it being your birthday. You try not to take it personally due to the circumstances.

You hear the door open a few hours later.

“Y/n?” Rooster calls out.

“Hey Roos,” you reply from the kitchen. You finish up putting the dishes away.

As you turn down the main hallway to the front door, you’re greeted by the Dagger Squad.

“Happy Birthday!” they all exclaim.

“Bradley,” you say as you feel your eyes start to water.

Rooster wraps you up into a hug. “We didn’t forget about you.”

As the squad files into the kitchen, Phoenix helps you set up the decorations she bought while Rooster and Hangman get the grill going outside.

“Thank you,” you say to Phoenix as you hang the last streamer.

“You’re welcome,” she smiles. “I know the timing of everything was awful.”

“It was, but you guys are here now.”

Phoenix smiles again and gives you a hug.

You and the squad spend a few hours together, but they’re all still exhausted and cut the party short. You’re not mad, though, you’re very happy you got to spend time with them on your birthday, even if it was just for a few hours.

You crawl onto the couch next to Rooster once everyone has left. You settle against his body, and he wraps an arm around you.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“You’re welcome,” Rooster says, kissing your temple. “I know it was short lived, but we wanted to do something for you.”

“You all did more than enough.”

“Good. We’re exhausted,” Rooster chuckles.

“I know, baby, I know,” you tell him, resting your head between his neck and shoulder.

“You deserve to feel special, even if I feel like shit.”

“Bradley, stop it. What you did was amazing, and I loved it. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“Probably until I’m not tired anymore.”

You giggle. “You’re ridiculous. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Rooster smiles, giving you a kiss.

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