Mine - Jasper Hale (smut)

[M] Heat [I.M]

Wolf Hybrid!Changkyun x Female Reader

1,634 Words

Your roommate is a hybrid that apparently has a heat cycle he suffers through.

Warnings: Smut. Slight cum play, obvious breeding kink, it’s my first time writing this please be gentle

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M.List

-Bang Chan-

To Sub or Not To Sub (role reversal!Au) ft. Felix

To Sub or Not To Sub 2 ft. Felix

The Box (Free Rent 3) ft. Minho

-Lee Know-

Punishment (hard dom!Minho)

Fever (bestfriend!Au, college!Au, roommates!Au) 

His Kitten (dom!Minho, hybrid!reader)

Pool Party (jealous!Minho)

Soft Blurb 

The Box (Free Rent 3) ft. Chan

-Changbin-

Under The Table (exhibitionism)

-Hyunjin-

Icecream (suggestive)

A French Morning (morning sex)

MoonStorm (superhero!reader, supervillain!Hyunjin)

-Han-

Moaning In Your Sleep 

-Felix-

To Sub or Not To Sub (role reversal!Au) ft. Chan

To Sub or Not To Sub 2 ft. Chan

-Seungmin-

coming soon

-I.N-

coming soon

-Multiple Members-

Free Rent 1 (all members)

Free Rent 2 (all members)

To Sub or Not To Sub (Chanlix)

To Sub or Not To Sub 2 (Chanlix)

The Box (Free Rent 3) (Minchan)

Neighbor Dearest

pairings: neighbor!druig x fem!reader

summary: your neighbor is a playboy who has countless girls over, you can’t help but sneak a peak

warnings: unedited, jealousy as always, angst, voyeurism, oral (fem and male), doggy, sloppy sex, 18+

word count: 2.6k

a/n: thank you for 100 followers in just two days.. i made it extra filthy for you <3

you pull your pillow over your head as you hear the bed banging against the wall. your asshole neighbor was at it again. every few days he had a girl over, a different girl each time. it would be every once in a while but you would hear him bring her in, you would hear him making her laugh and you would hear him making her cum. you lived in a pretty nice apartment but the walls were thin.

your neighbor liked to fuck and the walls were so thin you could swear sometimes you could hear how wet the girl was. you wanted to be annoyed so bad but you also had a secret, there was a hole in your wall.

it was probably from someone slamming the door into the wall. you meant to get it fixed when you moved in but then the first time you discovered it was because of your neighbor. you sat on your knees, peering your eyes through the hole. you had a pretty good view into his room.

the way his bed was facing you could see everything so perfectly. you looked threw the hole and saw his back muscles flexing, he had the girl in missionary but he was holding both of her legs in the air. he was bitting his lip and looking down, watching his cock slide in and out of her. you felt so dirty for watching but you were so curious. you watched as he flipped her over and grabbed her hair.

he pushed her face into the pillow, his hand on the side of her face. pushing it down while he hammered into her roughly. you had been more wet than you’d ever been in your life. you hated him. you hated him for how late he kept you up listening to screams and moaning. sometimes you’d touch yourself while he pleasured other girls, listening to their moans while he fucked then turned you on so much.

the thought of him pleasing a girl that well. you wish he had been normal, like your other neighbors who were vanilla and boring and only had sex every tuesday night.

you got up from your spot on the floor and laid on your bed. you pulled out one of your dildo’s and vibrators. the dildo slipped right into you because you were so wet. you turned on your vibrator and placed it on your clit. you were moaning like crazy, it was okay because no one could hear you over the girl your neighbor was fucking. you heard the sound of the bed squeaking.

“such a dirty little girl” you heard him say, you could’ve sworn he was taking to you because you’d never heard him say anything like that before. you didn’t think too much of it because you were too busy pleasuring yourself.

“i bet you love this dick huh?” he said “feeling that tight little cunt”

you felt your toes curling and you were starting to arch your back. you could tell the girl on the other side of the wall was too at the same time because your neighbor said “come for me, be a good girl”

you saw stars as you finally released and you pulled up your underwear, getting up to clean up the mess you made. you felt so dirty but you knew when he bought another girl over that you’d be doing the same thing again.

druig knew exactly what he was during. he knew that his neighbor was listening and he knew that she was pleasing herself. he could hear her moans through the thin walls and sometimes at night when he was catching up on work or getting ready for bed he could hear her moaning his name.

he needed to have her, he needed to be inside her. he’d bring girls around but it was because he knew how much it turned you on. before you moved in of course it was for his own personal pleasure and even the first few months but he knew when you discovered the hole that he had to keep it up.

sometimes if he stood at the right angle while he was having sex with other girls he could see you peaking through the hold. he needed to have you, he couldn’t wait to feel you and taste you.

he should’ve gotten the hole patched up but it honestly kept slipping his mind and then when you moved in and he noticed you peeping through it, he damn sure wasn’t going to fix it. he never looked through the hole and peeped at you. he knew that when he saw your body he wanted to be able to devour you.

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you’d had a long day at work and all you wanted was a nice bubble bath and a cheesy erotica book. maybe even an old rom com to put on after. whatever it was you just needed to relax. your boss had been on your ass all week and it was a friday meaning you’d at least get saturday and sunday to yourself.

you searched your pockets for your key and realized it wasn’t there. you looked through your bag and it wasn’t in there either.

“shit” you mumbled to yourself. you definitely locked it in your apartment.

you threw your bag on the ground and sat on the floor in front of your door. you called the maintenance office but since they were closed for today they’d send someone over but it would be a while.

so much for your relaxing bubble bath. you audibly let out a groan and pulled out your phone. playing a few games on your phone. responding to emails and text messages. you when went on social media and checked out a few things on there but you quickly got bored.

after about 15 more minutes you heard someone coming down the hallway. you thought it was the maintenance person but it was really just your neighbor, druig.

damn was he looking good though. he had gray sweatpants on today and a shirt that showed his muscles perfectly. you definitely could see his print in his sweats especially when he was practicing standing over you, looking down at you as you sat on the floor.

“what are you doing down there?” he asked

“locked out” was all you said

“want to wait in my apartment” he offered. you almost said no but after sitting out there for 20 minutes you don’t think you could wait anymore. plus your ass was starting to hurt from sitting on the floor.

“sure” you shrugged. he offered his down to you, you grabbed it and he helped pulling you off the ground.

he was still holding your hand as he was walking to his apartment door, he unlocked it and let you in. he didn’t fully drop your hand from his until he set his keys down to the fridge.

“can i offer you something to drink?” he asked. it kinda threw you off.

you don’t know if it was because the bar was in hell or what but you were not used to men being polite to you in their own homes. usually when you were at a guys house you knew what you were there for so they didn’t even bother trying to be polite.

“no thank you” you said. he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. he took a sip and you watched as a drop of water slid down him lower lip onto his chin. you felt your nipples hardening through your shirt and considering you never wore a bra he definitely noticed.

“i’d offer you a tour but considering you live next door im sure you’re used to the layout” he said

“well yeah.. mine is a little less manly though” you joked, he laughed at that. it felt nice, making him laugh

“we can watch a movie while we wait” he said setting the water bottle down.

“sure” you nodded.

“my living room tv broke so we’ll have to watch it in my bedroom” he said and your heart dropped to your ass.

being in his living room you could handle but being in his bedroom? you don’t think you’d be able to control yourself. he grabbed your hand and let you to the bedroom.

being on the other side of the wall was different. you’d never seen his room fully. it was really nice and neat of course.

“make yourself at home” he said kicking his shoes off, you took that moment to sit on the edge of his bed. once he had his shoes off he climbed into his bed laying back on his pillows with his legs sprawled out. he grabbed the remote and looked up at you.

“don’t get shy on me now y/n” he said

“you wish” you said rolled your eyes and playfully pushing his shoulder. you and druig were pretty good neighbors. you’d say hi to each other in the hallway, make small talk. you knew enough about him to know he was a sweet guy.

he didn’t talk to any of the other people that lived here but that was probably because he wasn’t much of a people person. besides him keeping you up all night with his hookups he was a good neighbor.

“what do you want to watch” he asked turning on netflix. you took the remote from his hand and put on the rom com you were planning on watching early. you can hear him groan and you elbow him in the side, letting out a laugh. he uses that moment to grab your elbow and pull you close to him.

you were basically cuddling at this point. the title had popped up the screen and you took a look around his room. you noticed the hole. you couldn’t stop staring at it.

“you know that i can hear you right?” druig finally spoke. snapping you out of your thoughts.

“what?” you said after you finally realized what he was saying.

“i can hear you when you’re finger fucking yourself, moaning my name” he said. he placed his hand on your thigh and began to rub small circles “you think i can’t hear you when i’m fucking but i can darling, i can hear you very clearly, singing my name when you cum”

you didn’t know what to say, you were at a loss for words. he trailed his hand up your thigh, getting closer to your pussy “how about i hear you sing now?”

“yes” was all you could say. you weren’t dumb enough to turn this down. after all those nights of touching yourself to him. he sat up and tapped your hips motioning for you to lift them up. he pulled your pants down, throwing them on the floor

“first i’m going to please you and then i’m going to punish you for all those nights i had to listen to you moan my name”

he moved so that he was hovering over you. one arm steadying himself up as he slid your panties to the side and dragged his finger between your folds. looking into your eyes as he put his fingers between his lips “so sweet, darling”

“you should gets a taste he said placing his thumb back between your foldings and then taking it out and putting his thumb in your mouth. you sucked your juices off of him “such a good girl”

“now for a real taste” he said positioning himself where your pussy is. he pulled your panties to the side again he licked between your folds, once he reached your clit you immediately arched your back. he placed his thumb in your asshole and that drove you crazy, you wrapped your thighs around his face, grinding against him as he licked you.

“that’s it gorgeous, suffocate me with your thighs” he said as you let out another moan. continuing to grinding on his face. he moved back, going to the drawer and grabbing the biggest dildo you’ve ever seen.

“druig that’s not going to fit” you whinned.

“yes it will, now get it nice and wet for me” he said, placing it on your lips. you opened your mouth and he slid the dildo in, pumping it in your mouth while you gagged on it “good girl”

he took it out and placed it in your entrance, you let out a whimper as he slid it inside of you, pumping it while he went back to sucking on your clit. he pulled away spitting on it before licking it. you could tell he liked it sloppy.

“please, can i come” you said. you were losing it. you couldn’t control it anymore

“of course m’darling” he mumbled still pumping the toy in you. you gripped the sheets, arching your back as you came all over the toy. druig took the toy and sucked your cream right off of it “so tasty”

he didn’t even give you time to recover before he pulled you to the edge of the bed, you were laying on your back with your head hanging off the bed. “my turn”

he pushed his pants down his cock flopping out. he bent down to kiss you on the lips before standing up straight and positioned himself at your lips. he grabbed your hair, angling it perfect before slipping into your mouth. he was pumping in you, fucking your mouth while you gagged. you reached up and grabbed his balls, massaging them while he fucked your mouth.

“let’s it baby, please me while i ruin your throat” he grunted while thrusting inside of you. “i want to plant my seed down that pretty little throat of yours”

tears were rolling down your face while he was thrusting in your mouth, you tasted his precum and you knew he was going to cum.

“be a good girl and swallow all of it” he said as he came in your mouth and you did as you were told “such a good fucking whore”

he still had your hair in your hands and he took himself out of your mouth. he pulled you up and guided you to where you where bending over the bed. he grabbed your ass and gave it a smack. he pulled your head back so his lips was pressed against your ear.

“i’m about to ruin this pussy” he said as he angled himself at your entrance and slipped inside of you. you let out a moan as you felt him inside of you. he moved his hand from your ass and placed it on your nipple, tugging and pulling it on it while he pumped inside of you.

he pushed your face into the pillow, his hand on the side of your face as he fuck. “is this what you wanted princess? to fuck you like i fuck the other girls”

“answer me” he said slapping your ass after you didn’t answer him the first time.

“yes, druig” you managed to moan out

“too bad, i’m going to fuck you better” he said moving his hand from your face and placing it on the small of your back. he placed one of his legs on the bed for better leverage while he fucked you. you heard a buzz and you were confused until you felt the vibrator on your clit. in that moment you knew you weren’t going to last very long.

“can i come? please” you begged

“yes baby girl” he said moving faster, hitting your g-spot. you cried out as you came all over his dick.

“such a naughty girl, coming all over your neighbors dick” he said. “now i’m going to come in this tight pussy of yours”

seconds later you felt his liquids fillings you up. warn out you collapsed on his bed. catching your breath and trying to reply everything that just happened. it seemed as if druig was still filled with energy.

“next time you want to come, just knock, inside of peeping, yeah” he said slapping your ass.

Factions Pt. 2 - Lee Minho

Lee Minho: Candor

Faction Born In: Erudite (The Smart)

Faction Chosen: Candor (The Honest)

-This boy just is so brutally honest that I don’t really have any large doubts that he would belong to Candor

-He has his smarts from his birth faction which helps him in some aspects of Candor as well

-He uses his smarts to manipulate the words he chooses to keep all of his secrets to himself and yet not lie or not truly with hold information

-This is how he passed Candor initiation without losing any reputation and being very respected, unlike his fellow peers who let all of their secrets lose on accident during different stages of training

-Can be, and will, be very straightforward if he disagrees with you or simply doesn’t like something you do

-After 3 years of being apart of Candor, he has a stable job in the law system in the city inside the walls, and has become a very respected high up in the faction and among many other factions

-The day before the years choosing ceremony, one of the faction leaders comes to Minho’s office to inform him that he will be conducting a segment of the initiation by injecting the new ones with truth serum and questioning them on different aspects of themselves to see who they really are and if they are good enough to be apart of Candor

-Doesn’t want to do it because, ew kids, but agrees anyways (Not like he can say no)

-Once the newbies arrive he tries to stay in his office and board rooms as much as possible to avoid any interactions with “stupid people” as he refers to them

-But he does have to leave his office for food, so he does leave for about 20 minutes during his break

-On one of those fateful lunch breaks he meets you for the first time

-Well….. rather sees you and admires your beauty

-Beauty does belong to beauty after all

-Doesn’t speak to you at all, but when you catch him staring at you he gives a polite wave

-Doesn’t know why he waved at you because he normally would have just given anyone else a cold stare

-As the process of testing the initiates continues, he keeps seeing you whenever he leaves for the large ‘lunch room’, and it has become a custom that you two at least smile and wave to each other every day

-(Even though you two have yet to say a word to each other)

-Finally though, the day of the final test comes and Minho is summoned to demonstrate and lead it

-He keeps his calm as he injects each initiate one by one, and watch as the struggle to hide their dirty secrets (And some would make even Minho blush if he had to admit those)

-Then it’s your turn

-For some reason that he doesn’t understand he doesn’t want you to embarrass yourself and he doesn’t want to inject you or even come near you with a needle

-He starts to slightly sweat because this is the first time he’s actually been up close with you before, and he can definetely say that when he imagined you all those nights in his dark apartment with his hand around his cock that he is not disappointed 

-His hands shake slightly as he injects you and forces himself to remain steely as he watches you squirm under his gaze

-He starts to try to rush through this, to at least hopefully save you from some misery, but is thoroughly surprised when you admit to nothing shameful

-You were actually really innocent

-That only served to make his mind wonder and his dick to start to wander up in his underwear

-After you there were only a few more tests to complete and they went by in a breeze although he thought he had caught blue balls by the time the second to last kid burst out in tears from shame

-Now it was just the party for the graduates into Candor

-He would make sure he would not be attending by whatever means to make sure he could still feel his dick

-He had managed to get away just in time before he thought he might actually burst his pants, when you came strutting around the corner

-You both stop and take eachothe rin

-You notice his suit that fits him perfectly. Dressing in all black with some silver lining. It fits perfectly

-Almost a little too perfectly

-You take note of the way his pants tent up in a strain 

-”That looks painful.”, you comment with a sly smirk growing on your lips

-You may be innocent but you do have curiosities that you know how to conceal

-He grunts taking in your comment wondering if he should take you hear up against the wall or in his office

-He just felt this strong need to take away your innocence and replace it with his cock stuffing you full, and filling you with only him

-”Are you going to help me or should I get one of your little friends to suck me off instead? Hmm?”

-You slowly walk up to him and wrap your arms around his neck

-”Your going to take me on a proper date after this though, okay?”

-He couldn’t believe this. He couldn’t believe you

-He loved it though and let out a low amused chuckle pulling you up by your thighs and pushing you up against the wall

-”Of course love”

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Oh. My. God.

After a full month I was finally able to fix my links! I will be continuing this series and I hope you stay with me and check out my other works as well! Thank you!

-Kookie5002

Fixation

Pairing: Top!Chan x Reader

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: Blowjobs, Oral Fixation, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Come Swallowing, Come Swapping, Slight Daddy Kink

There was nothing that felt better, nothing that could entrance you more than where you were right now; desperately sat between Chan’s spread legs, his cock pressed all the way into your mouth, the tip angrily stabbing at the back of your throat. He used his hands to grip tightly onto your hair, pulling when you licked along his length, tracing the bulging veins with your tongue. And when you pull off, attempting to breathe, he’d fuck his dick back into your mouth, relishing in the sound of you gagging. This was your favorite game to play and his to control. 

Chan had noticed before you did. It had only started small, biting your nails or sucking on things like pencils, pens, straws or popsicle sticks. Then you began to suck on the TV remote or sucking on your thumb like a child. However, nothing was out of the ordinary to you so you continued your routine as normal while Chan observed. But as time would tell, the objects kept getting absurd and Chan finally brought it up when he came home from work to find you on the couch, fingers dripping in drool and bleeding sightly as your teeth dug small nicks into the flesh. The sound of him gasping had snapped you out of your hypnotic trance and you pulled your fingers away, staring at him blankly. He sat beside you and questioned you about it, surprised when you mentioned that you weren’t really aware of the habit occurring. He reassured you it would be okay and he would be there to help. So that night you both ordered take-out and brought your laptops out to do extensive research. 

An ‘Oral Fixation’ is what they called it. It wasn’t a bad thing and seemed pretty common and unharmful but Chan did make a good point that you were borderline committing cannibalism. You both erupted in laughter and spent the rest of the night drunk on the couch, kissing as cheesy romcom movies played in the background. 

Everything was fine at first and your fixation hadn’t caused any troubles; That was until the need for something more grew. Chewing gum or sucking pens didn’t feel as good anymore and you felt a craving for something bigger, something better. You didn’t want to bother Chan with your problems despite him wanting to help you with it, so you did your best to ignore the feeling while simultaneously searching for another object. 

It was a complete accident at first. Chan had come home stressed out and the circles surrounding his eyes were darker than ever. He plopped down on the couch next to you and tossed his head back, hands coming to rub along his face. Neither of you spoke for a while and you just stared at him, watching as he became lost in his train of thought. It was then that you just stood, clumsily sliding in between his spread out legs and falling onto your knees. He hadn’t registered your shift in positions until you were grabbing his belt to unbuckle it. He opened his lips to say something but you shushed him and smiled. 

“If you want me to stop then tell me, but if it’s anything else then save it. Let me make you feel good, you deserve it.” 

He nodded slowly and not long after you were deep-throating him to the best of your abilities, choking as he fucked up into your mouth, groans echoing in the small living room. When he finally came down your throat, grounding his hips into your face, you realized this was exactly the object you were looking for. God, were you truly fucked.

You stayed silent about your newfound discovery, trying to hide it but it was increasingly hard as you felt the need to initiate more blowjob sessions. Chan was started to put the puzzle pieces together and soon he had connected the dots. So here you two were again, another living room meeting about your fixation. He mentioned his theory and your face bloomed red as you ashamedly admitted he was right. He chuckled and told you it was okay and if it was what you needed or wanted then he had no objections. You still felt embarrassed slightly but he kept reassuring you with soft words and before the night was over he had fucked the embarrassment right out of you. 

And now, here you were present day, his cock nestled between your lips as you glanced up at him with teary eyes. He cooed and traced over your cheek with his thumb, pushing the plush flesh in slightly. You whined and swallowed around him, pleased to hear a guttural groan escape from him.

“You’re such a good girl, baby. You like daddy’s dick so much, don’t you? You’d probably die without it.” He teased, slightly rocking his hips and you nodded, moaning loudly as you attempted to bob your head. He pulled tight on your hair to stop you, tsking softly. “You know better, baby girl. Don’t make daddy mad or you’ll go without his cock for the rest of the week.” The threat was clear and well-meant and you shook your head the best you could, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks as you brokenly sobbed. Chan only smiles sickeningly sweet, eyes playful as he pulls your head back slowly. His cock pops free and you immediately try to suck it back in, tongue rolling out in a last desperate attempt. 

“It’s pathetic, really. Who would’ve known you’d become such a slut for my dick. It’s all you ever want, huh? You just want me to keep fucking your pretty mouth, filling you up with all my of my cum.” His words are cruel and the mocking tone in his voice has you rubbing your thighs together, frenetically searching for any form of release. He laughs in your face, watching you with a twinkle in his eyes. “What do you want, baby girl? Entertain daddy.” 

A gasp came before any words, broken and whiny. “P-please daddy, please fuck my throat. I’ve been your good girl, please I need it. I can’t live without your cock.” You lean closer, eyes wet as you feel his tip brush against your lips. 

“I guess you’ve been good. Keep being good for me, yeah? Open up, darling.” You quickly follow suit, mouth wide and inviting as he slowly slides back in to the hilt. You let out a straight-up pornographic moan, eyes crossing as he immediately begins to pull out, pushing back in roughly. The pace he sets is quick, erratic and so intoxicating. Every sense is clogged with Chan, Chan, Chan. It’s all you can breathe and feel. 

Chan is unforgiving in his thrusts, his grip on your hair causing a sharp throb to pound over your mind but you only moan, the pain amplifying the pleasure. You close your eyes but a heavy slap against your cheek has them opening wide, staring up into his own. “Eyes open, slut. Look at me.” You can tell he’s trying to maintain his calm, controlled exterior but the telltale signs of him losing it are clear as day, especially as his hips struggle to keep his steady pace. 

The room is filled with wet sounds and moans, loud and so very exhilarating and the noises only egg you both on, the whole filthiness of the situation so intense and wild that you can’t help but let out the loudest whine. And completely unstimulated, your eyes are rolling back, coming undone underneath Chan. When you’re finally back on Earth, Chan is holding your head between his hands and with one final thrust, he’s burying himself completely down your throat and releasing. His cum floods your mouth, coating every inch of it and you sputter around it, the liquid seeping out around his dick. You whimper quietly as he slowly begins to pull his softening cock out.

Before you can swallow his load, Chan is falling to your side, kissing you so passionately and pushing his tongue between your lips. You moan as you feel him licking around your mouth, his throat swallowing down his own come and your spit. It’s so filthy but so hot and you cling onto him, clambering into his lap as he grabs your ass with both hands. He pulls back slowly, gazing into your eyes with a smirk on his lips. “You’re absolutely going to be the death of me, baby. I swear.” His voice is nothing but a whisper, delicate and cracked. You giggle instead of responding, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head against his chest. And truly, there was nothing that felt better, nowhere that felt safer, than being here with Chan. 

I Would Walk 10,000 Miles To You

Summary: The first thing you notice about Jake "Hangman" Seresin when he rings your doorbell at 1:30 in the morning is that no matter the time of day, he is devastatingly handsome. The second thing you notice is that he is absolutely smashed drunk. You know your hands will be full dealing with your brother's friend tonight. Well, you suppose he might be your friend too.

Pairings: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick 

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: Falling in love with Brother's Best Friend (kinda), strangers to friends to lovers, pinning, Deployment, love confessions, Praise kink (if you squint), light angst, happy ending, Slight AirForce slander, drinking.

A/N: No use of Y/N this time. The readers' brother is also a pilot, call sign FreightTrain. I've been fiddling with this for a while, but I finally just decided to post it. I hope you enjoy it. My inbox is always open if you want to let me know your thoughts. Reblogs with your thoughts and tags are always appreciated as well! I love reading through them.

You and Jake had become unlikely friends. Jake was one of your brother's college friends, having graduated from the Naval Academy the same year and then continuing to flight school together. You had met him once or twice over the years back then. You had always thought he was attractive, but you were just his friend's little sister. So, you never put much thought into him outside the occasional brief times your paths would overlap.

Then a few years later, when talking to your brother on the phone, you found out that Jake was on deployment, having a rough go of things. His dad couldn't be bothered or couldn't figure out how to send Jake any care packages, and his mom hadn't been in the picture for a long time, according to your brother.

Less than a week later, you had a care package on the way to him. You filled it with some generic snacks and items that your family had asked for over the years on their own deployments. You also sent a card with well wishes and signed it from your whole family.

At the last minute at the post office, you had thrown in a note to him asking that if he had any specific requests for items to please let you know, and then attached your phone number.

The thank you text message you received a few weeks later when he got the package was short, genuine, and sweet. You hadn't thought much more about it or him after that. Your goal had been accomplished of helping out your brother's friend and a serviceman.

Then a month or so later, you received a text from Jake again. It had been extremely tentative. He asked if you could send some specific sunscreen he liked, which didn't irritate his skin and a few other products. He also included that he would pay you for it and emphasized that if it was in any way an inconvenience, you didn't have to. Repeating at least twice to feel no obligation to fulfill the request.

What were you going to do, though? Leave this man alone without necessities that worked for him? Absolutely not. So you put together another care package with things he liked and started a new note on your phone titled Hangman's likes.

This time you signed the ‘thinking of you’ card from yourself. Hangman thanked you again once he got the package, asking to PayPal you the money, but you refused. Jake didn't like that, and it led to you having a playful argument. It was the first time he had actually called you on a deployment. You had answered the call, unsure, having forgotten what his voice had even sounded like after the years since you had a conversation with the man. Those long past meetings had been minimal interactions to start with.

"Hello?" You asked hesitantly, not sure the call wasn't a butt dial.

"Hello there. How are you?" His voice was quiet and deeper than you had remembered it. There was a slight crackle to the line, something not uncommon over long-distance wifi calls like this.

"Hi, Hangman. I am well. How are you doing? Holding up, I hope?"

"Yeah, I'm doing okay over here. A lot better now that you sent me all the good stuff."

"Well, my family and I want to help support you in any way we can. I promise it's not an inconvenience at all. I understand how hard it is what you're going through." You trailed off, not entirely sure what else to say.

"I really appreciate it, but I know how much everything costs. So, you need to let me pay you back." His voice was still kind but had a stern undertone like he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Absolutely not."

"I will get info from your brother," he all but growled the threat.

"I will tell him to not give it to you," You quickly reply. He huffed in frustration hearing that made you laugh.

"That's not very fair," Jake complained to you.

"Sorry, I'm not big on fairness when someone needs something," you told him kindly. You ended up talking for fifteen more minutes, asking about other things he might like in a care package, with him trying to evade your questions.

You told him you had to go, and he thanked you once again for being willing to support and help him out. He also threatened that he would find a way to pay you back once again. You found it hard to stop grinning after the conversation.

Knowing products only last so long, you set up a regular schedule to send Jake some items. Like clockwork, you would get thank you calls from him and harassment on how he could pay you back. Jake would also ask about your life, seeming genuinely interested. The conversations started to vary the more you talked. Your cards in each of his care packages became more personalized, beginning to fill with inside jokes.

At the end of that deployment, you felt an odd mixture of sadness and happiness. Of course, you were glad Jake would be back stateside and on regular duty, but it also seemed like the most obvious natural conclusion of this odd friendship that had developed.

For Jake's last care package, you filled it with stuff that would be most useful for traveling back to the United States. It was also the first care package you hadn't gotten a thank you call for since the initial one. 

Hangman minding his manners, had at least sent you an appreciative text.  It felt like a nail in a coffin moment. You had to fight off an abysmal mood for the rest of the week, reminding yourself that you were only helping your brother's friend out. It was never any more than that, and it never would be. Telling yourself that only helped so much, though.

You call Jake for the first time, upset almost two months later. You had opened your mail to find a letter with crisp blocky lettering giving your name and address. The return address was one Jake Seresin, with a US address you didn't recognize. Inside was a beautiful thank you card filled with Jake's same neat handwriting. It had a heartfelt thank you for what a difference you made on his deployment. It made your heart flutter.

What did not make your heart flutter and instead actually made your blood boil was the amount of money that had been stuffed into the card. Inside the card were way too many hundred dollar bills lined up and, on top of that, a visa gift card.

You were clicking the call button on his contact before you even made it back inside the house. The phone rang and rang. When he did pick up, his voice was crisp and business-like. It was almost unnerving to hear him so clearly, after being used to crackly spotty calls.

"This is Lieutenant Seresin."

"Tell me, did you always have this much audacity, or did you learn it in the academy?" You asked him, voice dripping with sarcasm. There was a long pause from him before he started chuckling.

"Well, hello to you too, Darlin. I haven't heard from you in a while."

Your stomach did not flip at the nickname; there was no possible way. You almost had to pinch yourself to focus back on the conversation.

"That isn't an answer, Hangman. You know it is not safe to send this much money in the mail. Plus, you know I didn't want to be paid back!"

"I knew if I wrote a check, you wouldn't cash or deposit it," he says. His voice is still teasing, and he is clearly enjoying one-upping you."

"I am sending this back to you."

"Absolutely not." The teasing in his voice was less present now. "If you don't want to see it as paying you back, fine. Then just look at it as a thank you for being one of the only things keeping me sane during deployment."

You sighed heavily into the phone, but your anger waned at his claim that you helped him. The silence stretches a little, and you feel acceptance slowly filling you.

"I am just not comfortable with it. You know there are other ways to say thank you. I would have been delighted with just a card." You told him.

"Oh really?" Jake asked, that amused tone coming back again. "What would some acceptable forms be then?"

"It's too late; you chose money."

"I'll brainstorm some other ideas then."

"No, you can't do anything else now."

He doesn't say anything to that, only hums into the phone.

"I'm so sorry to call you out of the blue like this. Are you busy?"

"No, not busy. I just got home from work,” he tells you.

"How is being back in the States?"

"Weird," Jake says honestly.

Before you know it, you two talk for another hour, and Jake feels like your friend again. You two talk every once in a while, and you finally start to think you might actually be real friends.

During his next deployment, you don't even hesitate to start sending him care packages again. Jake is just as thankful; each time he gets your care package, flowers are delivered to your door within a day or two. Then written thank you cards come at a much more delayed pace, postage from the other side of the world accompanied by Jake's clean handwriting and sweet messages. You much prefer it over the money he sent the first time.

The pattern continues through the whole deployment and two TAD also. This time your friendship never waned, only growing stronger. You still get flutters when talking to him sometimes. It never ventures beyond that, though, and you eventually give up trying to be flirty or hopeful something would develop between you two. Jake never seems interested in you that way, and sometimes it feels more like he sees you as a little sister than even a friend, which is a low blow.

However, it really starts to reach a breaking point when Jake excitedly tells you that he is getting restationed to a naval base in your area. The concept of being an in-person friend with Jake is foreign. At first, you aren't sure you can even handle it. Seeing his handsome face, wanting him, knowing what the products you have bought for him over the last two years smell like on his skin. Seeing how his eyes crinkle when he smiles and matching up his facial expression to different tones of voice you are familiar with, it is just as difficult as you imagined it would be.

You had tried to distance yourself initially, rationalizing that you were too busy to fit a new friend in your life. However, this never worked with him; he would go above and beyond to accommodate whatever weird schedules you would throw at him. This is how he became more of a best friend to you. The whole situation really came to a boil on a Friday night in August.

The first thing you notice about Jake "Hangman" Seresin when he rings your doorbell at 1:30 in the morning is that no matter the time of day, he is devastatingly handsome. The second thing you notice is that he is absolutely smashed drunk.

"Jake?" You ask him like he might disappear and this is just a dream.

"Hello, Darlin," His accent is three times as thick after drinking, and he sways a little where he is standing. His hair was messy, and his eyes had a glassy glazed-over look to them.

You quickly look around, trying to figure out how he got here. There wasn't a car in sight, though, which was somewhat of a relief. At least you knew that he hadn't driven by the lack of his truck.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted," he starts to say but then abruptly snaps his mouth closed. His face scrunches like he is trying really hard to concentrate. He closes his eyes for a moment, and when they open again, he looks a bit like a lost puppy. "I don't know."

You sigh and wrap your arms around yourself, throwing open the door and ushering him into the house. "How about you come in?"

A grin instantly split his face, and he walked through your door, brushing extremely close to you, ignoring the ample space you left for him to go through the door. He went to your kitchen and slumped into one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar. You closed the front door, locking it before following after him.

"How did you get here?" You asked.

"I walked."

"You walked from where?" You were wracking your brain, trying to think of anywhere close by he could have been and gotten this drunk.

"Was at Red Brick Rhythm," he tells you, his face propped up on one of his hands, his elbow planted firmly on the counter. Jake doesn't stop looking at you either, his eyes following your every move.

You fill up a glass of water and pour in some liquid IV before handing it to him, trying to place the club in your mind. Then you gasp, suddenly remembering where it is. "Jake, that's like five miles away."

He hummed noncommittally and took a big gulp of the water. He set it down half full now and was looking at you like he was waiting for some sort of prize at his effort. You are half tempted to tell him he is a good Lieutenant, but instead, you try to escape his gaze by looking in your fridge.

"Are you hungry?"

“I'm always ravenous, sweetheart," he tells you and winks. Jake makes you laugh, and you start to examine the contents of your fridge.

"What do you want then? I'm not sure I have much."

He didn't answer you, so you turned to find him staring at you again. Jake responds in a dead serious voice, ”I'll take anything you give me."

You sighed since that didn't help you but watched him fight to keep his eyes open and decided to throw some tater tots in the Airfryer real quick.

"No complaining with what you get then."

"Yes, ma'am," he responded, nodding his head slowly. The action made him close his eyes and take a deep breath.

You parked yourself against the counter, leaning back against it to examine him. "How are you feeling? Okay, do you need anything?"

His eyes open, and he slowly blinks at you a few times, and a severe frown suddenly mars his features. You want to run your fingers over the crease in his eyebrows and the shape of his lips until he smiles again. You almost have to physically shake your head to dislodge the thought from your brain.

"Did you have a date tonight?" He blurts out as if he finally noticed the makeup on your face and your hair that is still styled. He had caught you before you were ready to wash off the night. You hesitate for a moment, not sure you actually want to talk about it, but decide to tell him. You don't want Jake to think you couldn't find anything better to do on a Friday night than stay home.

"Yeah, I did."

"How was it?"

"It was good," you lied. It had actually been terrible.

The man you met from Hinge had shown up late and ditched the bill on you, unwilling to split it as you requested. On top of that, he had asked you three whole questions before he went on a rant for the rest of the date about what he thought women should and shouldn't be doing.

The lie you told Jake didn't ease the frown on his face, though, or the darkness in his eyes. His free hand drums against your countertop in a light staccato, drawing your eyes towards them and his academy graduation ring. "Couldn't be too good if you answered the door, and you're here alone."

"Who says I'm here alone?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. "There could be a satisfied man in my bed right now. Or maybe we did the deed, and he is already on his way home."

"You wouldn't have answered the door," Jake says slowly. You can see his drunk mind doing mental gymnastics at the possibility you presented to him. However, the severe look on his face eases significantly after that. "And you don't look satisfied, Darlin."

"I don't look satisfied?" you question him. This line of conversation was quickly entering a place you two had never gone before. "And you would know what that looks like, Hangman?" You tease him.

"I could make you very satisfied. No sane man would let you out of bed once he had you there, let alone this early at night. With your pretty little mouth still looking in perfect shape, I bet you didn't even make it to second base."

His damn fingers hadn't stopped their drumming on the counter, and suddenly they were the only thing filling your thoughts about how they would feel against you, in you. He also looks distracted, though, staring at you again. You bite your lip, trying hard to clear your mind to figure out how to redirect this conversation.

"Are you doubting my capabilities to satisfy you?" He questioned your words catching up with him. He stood up from the stool he had been sitting on, looking much steadier on his feet than when he showed up at your door.

"Don't think I could ruin that pretty makeup, tangle your hair, eat you out until you cried? Make you beg for me? You doubt I could make you forget your own name? Then put you back together again?" Every fiber of your being knew he could probably do every one of those things and not even put in much effort.

"No, I don't doubt your capabilities. Just…" you finally choked out and trailed off, feeling like there suddenly wasn't enough oxygen in the room.

"Just what?" He asked you, and his voice was sinfully deep.

"Just that you don't know when I look like that." You supply, the words were stilted and awkward.

"What if we found out together then? Me what you look like. And you, what it feels like."

He made to move closer to you, but you instinctually held up one of your hands, and he stopped freezing in place. You finally averted your gaze from him to the Airfryer dinging. You grabbed a plate and threw the tater tots on it, collecting some condiments from the fridge so Jake would have options.

He was still standing in the same spot and hadn't moved any closer in the process it took you to get the food. Jake’s bright eyes burning into your back.

You can't quite quell the heat simmering in you from the line of conversation. The sinful tone of Jake's voice. Of course, those were all things you wanted from him, things you imagined. But that wasn't realistic, and he was drunk. You were his friend's little sister, probably his most robust support system during deployments, his close friend and confidant. One drunken tumble in the sheets wasn't worth risking that.

You sigh heavily, setting the plate down on the counter where he had been sitting. "Sit down, Jake, and eat."

He follows orders well because, of course, he does. He dips a tater tot in some of the homemade BBQ sauce he had given you a few months ago and shoves it into his mouth. Jake has that same look he did with the water, which he is once again sipping, like he is looking for praise. However, under that, he looks a little defeated, his shoulders hunched slightly.

"Listen," you start slowly, trying to craftily pick your words so no more damage can be done. "You are drunk, and I was just teasing. It's nothing, Jake."

"I'm not too drunk," he defends himself, munching on another tot.

"You're sloshed," you say, pointing a finger.

"I am not sloshed, sweetheart. I walked all the way here. I drank water. My words aren't slurring." All of these were valid points, and his drunk mannerisms were improving by the minute. However, he was still inebriated. He had been drinking tonight, and you could use that as a defense.

"Doesn't change that you have been drinking, Jake."

He then dropped a tater tot that was halfway to his mouth and glared at you. He had never glared at you before. You weren't sure how to handle this situation. Instinctively you flinched a little at the harsh look, which lasted for a minute longer before he dropped his head low and stared at the plate.

"Am I just your pity, friend?" He asked you quietly.

"What? No, of course not!"

"I know I'm not the only one of Freight's friends you have sent care packets." He said using your brother's call sign, which made your eyebrows raise. Jake had known your brother, FreightTrain, since well before that was his call sign and they went to flight school together.

"Of course, I help support some of them when y'all are deployed. I am literally in the American Legion Auxiliary, you know," you said, shrugging like it wasn't a big deal.

"You send Bradshaw care packages," Jake said, the bitterness in his voice unmistakable. "He told me about it. "

You glared at him then, not about to put up with him being jealous over something like that.

"And so what if I do? Rooster is my brother's friend, just like you. And the man is an orphan. Who else is going to send him packages?"

"He is a grown man who can take care of himself."

"The same can be said about you, Jake."

He huffed, and that annoying crease in-between his eyebrows deepened along with his frown. His bottom lip caught in-between his teeth, biting it a few times in frustration before letting go.

"Do you want a list of all the people I send them to? I don't understand your issue here."

"The issue is," Jake clenched his fist and jaw before growling out the rest of his sentence, "I'm not just Freight's friend to you! We are more than that."

"Are we?" You ask him quietly, not knowing that was actually true.

Silence hung in the air between you while you waited to see if he would fill it. Waiting for Jake to reassure you that no, of course, y'all were more. That he cared about you as much as you cared about him. That you weren't just a convenient and useful person in his life. That you could have your beautiful friendship and so much more. However, instead of giving you those reassurances, Jake decided to finish his water and stand up again.

"I'm sorry for bothering you tonight, Ma'am. It won't happen again."

"Jake, no," you said softly, being the one who moved towards him now. "Stop. Where are you going to go? It's the middle of the night. You can stay here and finish eating."

"I can't impose more than I already have, Ma'am."

"Stop calling me Ma'am," You snap at him, already feeling the hurt of this encounter ringing through your veins.

"I can't stay here," Jake told you, and you were just thankful he didn't attach Ma'am to the clipped sentence this time.

"Well, this is me temporarily waiving my third amendment rights. Okay?" you say gently, pleading with your eyes. You were reeling from this interaction. Part of you still felt charged by his suggestive words of what he could do to you. Part of you was desperately worried you had somehow messed up your friendship. Then there was part of you that was confused about this jealous problem he seems to have with you sending care packages to other people.

"No, not okay."

"Not okay?" You parrot back.

"Do you know why I walked all the way here?" He asked you, his tone dead serious, and the glaze that had been there in his eyes when you first opened the door was almost entirely gone.

"Because you couldn't remember anywhere else to go?"

"No," he said calmly. "I came here tonight because I was drunk, and the only person I wanted to see was you. I always want to see you. No matter how far away you are, my feet are begging me to walk towards you: from down the road, the other side of the country, the middle of the ocean. You are my soul's compass point now.

"Normally, I can resist. I can act like I'm just your friend or your brother's friend. That I was just assigned this base randomly, without any subtle and insistent requests to my superiors for reassignment here. I can pretend that I don't have every single one of your cards saved. I have so much control all the time, but I am so tired. And tonight I was drinking, then I just couldn't stop my feet anymore from walking here, to you."

Every possible thought in your brain suddenly ran to the exit. The only thing occupying your mind was the look of pure sincerity on Jake "Hangman" Seresin's face while he poured his heart out.

"Jake," you whispered, taking a few steps toward him. This time, however, he was the one who stopped you, holding up his hand.

"I've never felt like I wasn't good enough before. Maybe a bit when I was younger, but not since I got over all my childhood bullshit and went to USNA. Definitely not since I figured out I'm actually the best at something as a pilot in flight school. But now I can't escape the feeling. I run the numbers all the time. I try and figure out if I have interpreted the signs wrong. I just can't wrap my mind around why I'm not good enough for you."

Jake might as well have taken a knife out of the block sitting by your stove and stabbed you. That would have hurt less than the tight feeling in your chest hearing him admit he felt insufficient. Jake's posture, the way he shrunk into himself, was wrong. He refused to meet your eyes now. It was all wrong, so incompatible with the man you knew Jake Seresin to be. He looked like he was about to keep going, but you didn't think your heart, which had just ripped itself into pieces, could handle hearing anything else.

"Enough," you growl out, slapping your hand down on the counter. "I won't hear another word of this." That just seemed to make Jake shrink more into himself, and he looked seconds away from hightailing it out of the door.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves and make a fully conscious effort so that your voice came out kind and caring. "You are worthy, Jake. I am ashamed if, for some reason, I have contributed to making you feel like you aren't."

"That's not enough to make you love me," he whispered, still not looking at you.

"Look at me," You begged. His eyes remained on the abandoned plate, so you repeated your request just as softly. Finally, when those sea glass eyes poured into yours, they were filled with hurt and panic. You tried to find the words to adequately say how you felt, the words that could make him understand the situation you were in.

"I love you too much to love you, Jake." You immediately wanted to stick your foot in your mouth hearing the words out loud.

"What does that mean?" He asked, which, to be fair, was a valid question.

"It means I care about you too much. It means you are too special to me. You are too good of a friend to try and fuck it up by adding more. I have to have you in my life. I won't lose us just because we decide to have sex or try something else, and it doesn't work out. It could never be worth it enough to even entertain losing you."

"Well, I love you too much to keep being your friend. I can't hear about your dates or watch you care about someone else. I can't be your friend anymore, pretending I'm not in love with you. It would never be genuine, and you deserve more than that."

Tears spring up in your eyes at his words, and your hands clench into fists. The only thing that stops you from sobbing is the steady breaths you are reminding yourself to take. "Then I guess we are at an impasse."

"This is the end then," Jake's voice breaks when he says end. You can't hold back the tears anymore; all it takes is two blinks, then they slide down your cheeks in fat drops.

"Don't say that," you beg him.

"I don't know what else to say."

"Take it back, say that you are drunk. That you don't love me. That I'm your friend's annoying little sister, who you promised to keep an eye on. Tell me you aren't leaving me. Tell me something that will fix this between us."

Silence stenches between the both of you again. Tears keep falling down your face, your eyes were begging Jake for comfort, but they only meet the steady resignation in his.

"I hate seeing you cry." He finally utters, which just makes you cry harder.

"Please," you didn't know what you were asking him for, though. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to self-soothe and find some form of comfort. Jake continued staring at you. He made a micromovement like he was going to come comfort you at least twice but stopped himself each time.

"I'm going to go." He gave you one final look and spun on his heel towards your front door.

You only let him get to the hallway, where he originally kicked off his shoes and was starting to shove them back on his feet. You caught his arm, wrapping your hand around it, stopping his movements.

"Don't do this. I love you."

"You're breaking my heart," he whispers, covering your hand with his own. Jake's USNA ring felt cool against your flushed skin.

"If I let you have me, will you stay?"

"No, not now that I know you don't want me."

"I never said I didn't want you," you retort, squeezing his arm a little.

“No. I could have bared simply not being enough or that you found me unattractive. What you told me was worse."

"I can't lose you over this. Not over drunken words and feelings."

"I'm not drunk," he growled out with a steel edge to his voice. "I'm not even a lick beyond stone-cold sober anymore. So stop implying my words and feelings are anything beyond genuine. I ain't asking you for tonight, sweetheart. I was here asking you for forever."

God, you knew that was what he was asking for, but that only made it so much scarier. His hand started to slip from where it covering yours. You twisted your hand to catch his fingers in yours. Ever so slowly, you brought it closer to you and brushed your lips over his knuckles. Jake's eyes were tracing your actions watching intently. When your lips touched his skin, he audibly gasped. The intake of breath was so minimal you wouldn't have heard it if you hadn't been standing so close.

"My date was terrible," you whispered to him, not letting go of his hand and holding it close to yourself. Jake raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, so you just continued on. "They always are bad, even when they should be good, because they are never with you. And I also have kept all of your thank you cards. I've dried every bouquet of flowers you sent to me, so I wouldn't ever have to throw them out.

"I dream about you and think about you all the time. I didn't even want to be friends when you first moved here, because I was already more than in love with you from texts and phone calls. The first time I smelled your aftershave, which I had bought you, on your actual skin, I wanted to jump your bones. You didn't make it easier for me, Jake, looking like you were crafted from marble by an artist. And then I found out you tip servers well. I learned you are just as funny and kind in person as you were on the phone. An accomplished, decorated Naval officer, giving me any time of day even as a friend still seems ludicrous. You are too good to be true and certainly too damn good for me, Jake Seresin."

His pupils were blown wide, and his mouth open just the tiniest bit. He leans forward, you are fully expecting him to kiss you now, but instead, his forehead presses into yours. It's a grounding feeling, the weight of skull against yours, your breath mingling. It reminds both of you that this is real. His free hand comes to cup your cheek pushing away the stray tears still clinging to your cheeks. Your eyes pouring into each other, hardly even blinking.

"I can be yours then?" he asked when your breathing had evened out.

"You already are mine. You've been mine for a long time, haven't you?" You reassured him and asked him in the same breath.

"Yes. I've been yours. Always yours," Jake muttered lowly.

"Good. You are so good. Too good." You praised him, and his face split into a grin, and you were tempted to break the moment you were having and kiss him silly.

"Will you let me love you then?" He asked you a moment later.

"Yes, but it won't be easy," you warn him.

"If I wanted anything easy in life, I would have joined the Air Force." Before the joke even fully settles, or you have a moment to defend the Air Forces' honor, Jake's lips press against yours. The way his mouth feels against yours is even better than you had imagined.

You invite him to your bed, but he refuses to sleep with you, even if it is just sharing a bed, before at least one proper date. You try to fight him on it, but Jake says he can't be anything but a proper gentleman. You make up the couch for him, taking too long to tuck the blanket around him because you keep getting distracted by kissing every inch of his face. Finally,  you go to bed when you can't stop yawning, realizing it is past three am.

In the morning, you wake up sure the night before had been a dream. However, you are proven wrong when you make your way out of your room. There you find Jake shirtless in the kitchen humming to the music he has playing on his phone, flipping pancakes and bacon. The sight and scents combined literally make your mouth water.

"Can this count as our first date?" You ask him before even saying good morning. The laugh it prompts in him is warm and fills the whole room before settling your chest. You know it's a sound you never want to stop hearing.

Taeil, to camera: Johnny is our master horticulturist. He knows all the scientific names for everything. Right, John?

Johnny: Yup.

Taeil: Like this! What’s this?

Johnny: Those are, of course, tomatoes. Or, Soulja-Boy Tell'ems.

Johnny, to camera: Whenever Taeil asks me for the Latin names of any of our plants, I just give him the names of rappers.

Taeil: And those over there?

Johnny: Those are some Diddies, some Bonethugs and Harmoniums right here. Oh, those Ludacrises are coming in great!

see you through my eyes part 2 —b.b.

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fm mitchell! reader.

warnings: cursing, drinking, unprotected penetrative sex, oral (fm receiving), choking, dirty talk, lots of fluff stuff, bradley bradshaw is a FUCKING TEASE, mentions of poor mental health, mentions of death/immediate family death/funerals. 18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 2.6k

read part one here.

a/n: like always, this is not proofread yet so i apologize for any mistakes. i hope you all enjoy! y’all i love this man!!!!!!!

The night air was warm and welcoming, pushing your hair around with the breeze. Some old rock music, yours and Bradley’s favorite, played from a nearby speaker. The two of you sat on the patio, each nursing a beer. You hummed cheerfully, the slightest bit tipsy.

The backyard was by far your favorite part of your house. You’d hung up a few sets of string lights, and ofcourse had some of your favorite plants scattered around. The entirety of the yard was fenced in, and although you would love to have a real pool, the small blow-up one you bought for Cameron served an equal purpose.

You and Bradley had been talking for nearly two hours. Simply catching up on life and reminiscing on old memories— sharing many needed laughs.

It had been three days since your mother’s funeral and you still hadn’t fully pieced yourself together. Although, Bradley’s company was a great help. He understood your emotions and the feeling of emptiness you couldn’t seem to get rid of. He made great effort to comfort you, and had made sure Cameron was taken care of so you could have some time to yourself.

Cameron had clung to him, maybe not fully understanding who Bradley was, yet he was absolutely entranced by the man. He wanted to go anywhere Bradley went, and even though you’d explained to the child that his name wasn’t really Rooster, he wouldn’t call him anything else. You were beyond happy to see the two of them together at last. It made your soul feel at ease.

“Hey.” Bradley tapped your arm, pulling you from your aparrent trance. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking.” You spoke softly.

He gave you a small smile and patted his leg. “C’mere.”

You stood up, sitting your nearly empty bottle down on the table before taking a seat on his lap. Your arms wrapped around him and you rested your head on his shoulder. He ran a hand along your back, smiling to himself when he felt you relax.

“Thank you for being here.” You whispered.

“No place I’d rather be in the world.”

Bradley had already expressed to you that he’d made a phone call days earlier as a request to transfer back to Oceana where he’d been stationed at years before. It was bittersweet, the thought of possibly having Bradley back— maybe forever.

He seemed content, openly speaking about the idea of the two of you buying a new house closer to base and Cameron growing up with his father. You eyed him, smiling. There had been minimal talk about the future when it came to you and Bradley. Regardless, you were hopeful.

He reached up, pushing a bit of hair from your face and smiling up at you. “So pretty, darlin.” You made your best efforts not to squirm in his lap at his words. If there was one thing about Bradley Bradshaw that killed you, it was how much of a sweet talker he was. His voice was deep and rich, as sweet as could be. He always knew exactly what to say. “Oh hush.”

“You are.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

“I look like a sleep deprived mother of a three year old.” You corrected him.

“Yet oh so pretty.”

You looked away, cheeks hot and lips turned up in a smile.

“Look at me.” He teased.

“No, because the more I look at you the more I want to kiss your stupid face.”

“Oh.” He laughed, as if he had dug some confidential information out of you. You mentally cursed yourself, letting out a laugh too. “So kiss me then.”

“No!” You started to pull away from him playfully, knowing if he kissed you, you’d be a goner.

He tightened his grip on you, making you look at him.

You swallowed hard, eyes closing as you gave in and let him pull you into a sweet kiss. The feeling of his lips on yours was reminiscent, and had you feeling as if you were going to melt. You felt him smile into the kiss, your tongues meeting languidly. After a few seconds, you both pulled away.

“I think it’s past your bedtime.” Bradley joked, finishing his beer and trying to settle himself down. He wanted nothing more than to take you right there, like old times— but he knew that wasn’t respectful nor appropriate. So, he watched you shyly climb off his lap and start to gather up empty bottles.

“I believe it’s probably past yours too, Lieutenant.” You smiled.

“Oh, very much so.”

When you climbed into bed that night, you immediately knew you wouldn’t be getting much sleep. Your mind was running absolutely rampant, and for a moment you considered taking a melatonin or two. The feeling of his lips and hands on you was inescapable, and your thoughts were well, very improper. Even though you and Bradley had a past, he still made you feel giddy— like you’d never been touched before. The ache was inexplicable. God, you felt like a fucking teenager.

You tossed and turned for a while, tangling yourself in the cool sheets. The lack of tiredness was aggravating to say the very least. Yet, there you laid.

An hour or two passed before you gave up, grabbing your phone off the nightstand and scrolling aimlessly to try to pass some time.

Another hour and a mental pep talk later, you were padding down the hall towards the guest room. Your heartbeat was rapid and adrenaline high.

You slowly opened the door, attempting to make the quietest entrance possible. The room was dark besides a minimal amount of moonlight peeking through the closed curtains. Closing the door behind you, you made your way to the bed. Bradley laid sprawled out in the middle of the mattress, tangled in the soft white sheets.

He stirred a bit as you climbed in next to him.

"You okay?" He mumbled, now awake and looking over at you with tired eyes.

"Yeah."

"Wanted some cuddles?" He teased.

"Something like that."

He turned over as you spoke, watching you scoot closer. He let out a yawn, trying to decipher the look on your face.

"Roos."

"What is it baby?"

"I want you to touch me." You begged. "Please."

You craved him in every way possible. Wanted him all over you. It had been all you could think about since he stepped foot in your damn house.

He leaned forward without another word or thought, pressing his lips to yours. Tongues met and hands wandered, leaving your head spinning. Bradley gripped your thigh, tossing your leg over his waist and pulling you as close as he could get you. Boy, had you missed this. Ofcourse the two of you were older and the circumstances were much more.. sensual this time. A warm hand ran along your bare leg and up to your hip where he discovered you were wearing only a tee shirt and panties. He groaned lightly, breaking the kiss and moving his lips along your jawline. "What do you want, honey?" He rasped.

"Want your mouth." You said, nearly breathless.

He smiled softly, pressing another mellow kiss to your lips before beginning to trail them down your neck. Hands moved to push up your tee shirt, revealing your bare chest. "So fucking pretty." He said. "Just like I remember." You whimpered, feeling his warm tongue run across your nipple before his lips wrapped around it— his fingers toying with the other. Your skin was on fire, mouth dry and breathing erratic— and he had barely touched you. He repositioned himself to lay between your legs, pressing tiny kisses to your hips and thighs. You were absolutely aching for his touch, squirming pitifully underneath him. "Honey." He mused. "So touch starved, aren't you? Need me to eat this pretty pussy bad, huh?"

You whined at his words, clenching around absolutely nothing. "Please Roos."

Long fingers worked to pull your panties down your legs before he tossed them to the floor. "Gotta be quiet for me, sweet baby. I'm gonna give you what you want— don't worry." You were nearly in a trance at this point, overwhelmed by his touch. He held your legs open, finally running his tongue along you in a long stripe. A long, lewd sounding whine left your lips, which didn't go unnoticed. Bradley found himself grinding his hips into the mattress just to find some friction. "You always make the prettiest noises." He whispered, tongue starting to work mercilessly at your clit. You writhed, wanting to scream as you felt two long fingers slide into you. "Fuck." You cried, eyes clamped shut. He was so fucking good at everything. His fingers made quick work and had you nearly falling apart. "So wet, honey." 

You gripped the sheets beneath you with one hand, the other flying to his hair. Fingers wandered through, yanking gently and making him groan. He could tell you were close, clenching oh so tight around his fingers. "Gonna cum all over my fingers, mama?" He murmured against you, tongue still working relentlessly. You did your very best not to cry out as you fell over the edge. "Fuck yes." He said through gritted teeth, pumping his fingers in and out and working you through your high. "So pretty when you're cumming for me."

You were spent, body falling limp as you tried to catch your breath. Bradley stayed quiet, gently pulling you to the edge of the bed where he now stood. As much as he wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around him, he couldn't handle much more.

"You sure this is okay, darlin’?" He asked politely, watching you nod in agreeance.

Bradley huffed as he ran himself along your soaked entrance. He already knew he wasn't going to last long. Not with those pretty little noises that kept falling from your lips. He pressed the head in, watching your eyes flutter shut and brows furrow. "You can take it." He promised. You'd never gotten used to the stretch. He was by far the biggest you'd experienced. He pushed in slowly, groaning. You wrapped around him deliciously, so fucking hot and wet. "That's my girl." He cooed, pressing wet kisses to your forehead and nose. "Takin' me so good, sweetheart." He finally bottomed out, heart racing and sweat forming on his brow. You opened your eyes again, looking at him and watching a smile spread across his lips.

"I missed you." He admitted, starting to rock against you slow. He kept a tight grip on your thighs, tight enough to leave little bruises from where his fingertips dug into your skin. You, ofcourse, didn't mind.

"I missed you more."

It was all you could do to stay quiet. Small sounds and his name repeatedly fell from your lips. You watched his face intently, his teeth tugging on his plump bottom lip. His hips smacked against you as he exhibited a pace that had you seeing stars. A warm hand extended to wrap lazily around the delicate skin of your neck. Bradley sighed, keeping up his motions as he toyed with your air supply. You were absolutely in heaven, placing one of your hands over his and meeting his eyes. "My dirty baby. You like being choked don't you?" He said, voice breaking. You nodded, letting out a whine. "So pretty." He cooed.

"Roos." You sounded absolutely wrecked.

"I know, honey." He choked out between thrusts, starting to fall apart himself. "I feel you— Be a good girl and cum again for me." Tears brimmed in your eyes as everything slowly became too much— too fucking good. He reached down, drawing quick circles around your clit as he pressed his lips to your own. You let out a broken cry, coil snapping and your legs shaking the slightest bit as you came apart beneath him.

"Just like that, baby. Fuck." Bradley praised, fucking you through it— thrusts sloppy and fast. He was obviously close himself. You felt out of body, softly gasping for air, eyes fluttering. "Want your cum, Roos." You pleaded, taking in the man before you in all of his glory. There truly was no one like him.

"Ah, shit baby." He groaned, hips snapping against yours a few more times before he pulled out swiftly, hand moving to run along his shaft and the most erotic noise falling from his lips as he came on your tummy. He hummed, euphoria pumping through his veins. His eyes searched for yours and lips turned up in a smile as sweet as honey. "Y'Did so good for me, mama." He said, kissing your forehead. "You are something else."

Rooster dissapeared into the darkness of the room, wandering over to the connected guest bathroom. You could hear a few drawers opening and closing before he made his way back over to you with a damp rag. He wiped you clean lovingly, sharing a smile with you before he laid down next to you. You both stayed silent as you came down. Warm bodies tangled together and soon enough you were unable to keep your eyes open.

When you awoke hours later, the sun was shining proudly through the curtains. The house smelled like coffee and you could clearly hear cartoons playing from the living room. You stretched, reaching down to the end of the bed where Rooster had laid your tee shirt. A smile you couldn't fight formed on your pink lips at the thought of what had happened earlier. You made your way first to your bedroom, slipping on some pajama shorts before you walked towards the living room.

"There's mommy!" Rooster cheered, catching the attention of your son who raced over to you and latched onto your leg. "Hey there, lovebug." You chuckled, kneeling down to press an exaggerated kiss to both of his cheeks, making him giggle.

Rooster watched in complete adoration, sipping his coffee. This— this is what he wanted for the rest of his life. Cameron turned his attention back to the tv and his toys, and you made your way to where Rooster sat.

"Morning, sweet thing." He said. You laughed softly, leaning to press your lips to his. "You hungry? You should be after all those calories you burned last night."

"Oh shut up." You smacked his arm, chuckling.

"I made pancakes. Me and Cam ate already since Mommy was still being a sleepyhead."

"That is alllll Daddy's fault." You joked, sharing a laugh with him.

"Maybe Daddy needs to teach Mommy another lesson." Rooster grinned, watching you walk towards the kitchen.

"Rooster!" You yelled.

"Rooser!" Cameron copied you, yelling out.

You broke into a fit of laughter, as did Bradley. He joined you in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and sparking up conversation as you ate breakfast. It was then that you remembered he’d be leaving in a mere two days.

“I was thinking we could take a little ride to the beach today.” He spoke up. “Then we can come back and make dinner— and I should probably start packing my stuff.”

“Promise you’re coming back?”

“One week and I’ll be back on a plane home to you.” He leaned forward to steal a kiss. “I promise.”

“I’m sorry you have to make so many changes.”

“Nope, don’t you start that. Transferring is my decision.” He stopped you. “Listen, i’m gonna be back here in a week.” He reiterated, gripping your shoulders. “And you and me are going to figure this out day by day. This is where I want to be.”

“You’re sure?” You frowned.

“Yes honey, I’m sure.” He chuckled. “Stop beating yourself up, please.”

“Sorry, it’s a habit.” You half smiled.

He pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and playfully grabbing a handful of ass, earning a little squeal from you.

“I can’t wait to have another baby with you.”

You threw your head back laughing, pulling away from him and hearing him let out an adorable sounding laugh as well.

“Oh, shut up.” You headed down the hall, cheeks a bright shade of red.

“—‘S the truth!”

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I want you to know that I love you for that Druig Smut, more pls, 😩 Maybe some angst in the mix, or mortal reader with Druig and he is really protective over her but doesn’t want to be with her at first because he wants her to be safe but one day he sees her with another guy and then they get into some argument but it ends with smut and them being in love 😩

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Druig x Mortal Reader

Words: 2,712.

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Praise Kink, Begging Kink, Fingering, Cock Warming (slight). I think thats it...

A/n: I hope you enjoy Anon! Sorry its long!

Please note, there are no spoilers in this! Use of characters only, no link to movie.

Druig Headcanon

Waited Years - Smut18+ 

Something Special - Smut18+

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Druig and I had been friends for years, I physically ran into him one day at the London Library, spilling hot coffee all over myself. Druig was kind enough to lend me his leather jacket and since then, we’ve been close.

I remember the day Druig told me about him being an Eternal, it didn’t seem real but then again the last five years had literally disappeared because a purple dude snapped his fingers, so I guess anything is possible. Although a part of my heart broke the day he told me this, being thousands of years old, watching everyone die, new people walking around him. Eternity by himself, the thought of us together completely crashing down.

A small part of me is always worried for when the day might come that he controls me and makes me leave him behind. Something that truly terrifies me, not only because he’s my best friend but because he’s the one I love, the one I look for in every crowd, the one I attempted to replace during fast hookups and drunken nights.

“What’s on your mind, love?”

My heart hammers against my chest at his voice, my eyes looking up from my phone.

“Sorry, spaced out for a second.” I smile weakly, looking down at my phone again. Jay, 23, loves cozy nights with a good movie and wants to know a time for a drink tonight.

“Everything alright?” Druig’s hand rests on my knee, his thumb brushing circles on my skin, every single touch ignites a small fire inside of me.

“Yeah, I’d tell you if it wasn’t, I’m meeting a friend tonight.”

Druig stays quiet, simply nodding in response as he crosses his arms. I move from the couch, walking around my apartment to my bedroom, wanting to find an outfit.

“So this friend, do I know them?”

“Highly doubt that.”

“Try me.”

“Jay.” I state, holding different outfits up against my body as Druig leans against my door frame.

“Jay.” Druig whispers the name, rolling his eyes before walking over to my bed and laying down on the mattress, his hands under his head.

“And how did you meet Jay?”

Typical, Druig always has questions about my dates, what’s their name, what's their bio say and some snarky comment about how every man loves the outdoors and its not something unique.

“Work.” I lie, my voice jumping up an octave slightly causing Druig to chuckle.

“Nice try.”

“It’s just a drink.” I huff, finally deciding on a black mid thigh body con dress.

I walk into my ensuite to get changed, closing the door slightly. I quickly change my outfit, opening the door as I lean against the frame.

“You should go out for a drink tonight, go look at the museum or something.”

Druig groans, his face turning towards me as he shifts on the bed, his eyes racking down my body, making me fully aware of how short this dress is.

“I should change.” I mumble walking over to my wardrobe as Druig jumps in front of me, his hands falling under my elbows.

“Don’t, Jay won’t know what’s hit him.” There it is again, the small fires igniting on my skin.

My eyes lock with Druig, the space between us extremely small. I flick my eyes to his lips before my phone tings repeatedly, pulling us out of our shared trance. I run a hand through my hair quickly, grabbing my phone and sighing.

“Is Jay needy?” Druig smirks, amused at the almost quadruple text messages from this man.

“Just lost.” I quickly type a reply, before rushing around to grab my shoes and bag.

“Seriously? Is this guy even worth it?” Druig continues to question me, my own mind asking the same questions.

“That’s what the drink is for, gotta suss him out first.”

Druig rolls his eyes, holding my apartment door open.

“Go rescue the damsel.”

I narrow my eyes at him, pulling my jacket on.

“Coming up with jokes now?” Druig smiles sweetly at me, as if he’s done nothing wrong.

“You can stay here if you want, but seriously consider going out for a drink or maybe go borrow another book.” I suggest as Druig nods, gesturing for me to leave.

“Go have fun with Jai.”

“Jay.”

“Darling, I don’t care.”

I scoff, walking out of my apartment. He could be a little nicer about this.

\\//

20 minutes. 20 minutes of pure awful small talk and Jay going on and on about the stock market and why it’s good to invest into Stark Industries, like I honestly care about that.

“Excuse me.” I look up at the waiter, thankful for the small interruption and silence from Jay.

“This is for you.” The waiter places down a vodka sunrise cocktail in front of me. I suck my teeth, fucking Druig.

“We didn’t order this.” Jay scoffs.

“Correct Sir, the gentlemen at the bar did.” The waiter moves to the side, Druig raising his glass in the air, sending a wink in my direction as butterflies erupt deep in my stomach, a sigh passing my lips. “The gentlemen has a message for you.”

“Fucking poser.” Jay mumbles low attempting to go unnoticed but failing.

The waiter looks over Jay with disgust before looking at me and smiling.

“The message, A drink is always a good idea.” The waiter smiles, quickly turning away from the table as I swirl my straw around the glass. I chuckle softly, my eyes flicking to Druig, his already locked onto me. My breath hitches slightly as his eyes trail over my body slowly.

“Are you going to drink that?” Jay asks, his hand gesturing to the cocktail glass.

“With pleasure.” I bring the glass to my lips, quickly downing the liquid in one go.

“Shit.” Jay is shocked at my actions. I feel the soft alcohol warmth fill my chest, quickly flicking my eyes to an amused and smug Druig.

“Anyway, so Tony Stark.” My mind instantly switches off not wanting to listen to another minute about stocks or Tony Stark.

Every now and again I flick my eyes over to Druig, his gaze never leaving me.

\\//

“Let me walk you home, London isn’t the safest city.”

I open my mouth to protest Jay’s claim, his hand grabbing mine and forcing our fingers together as he blindly leads us down the street.

“Might be best if you follow me.”

Jay smiles at me nodding, I quickly take in his appearance, mentally slapping myself. Of course he resembles Druig.

After ten minutes of walking Jay and I reach my apartment, his eyes taking in the surroundings.

“I had fun.”

I smile weakly at him, rummaging through my bag for my apartment key, a groan passing my lips. I left it on the kitchen counter. The night just keeps getting better and better.

“You okay?” Jay asks, his hand rubbing up and down my arm, a cold feeling washing over me with every stroke. I move away from him, before nodding.

“Yeah, just left my key inside, I’ll have to call a friend.”

“You could come home with me, I’m only half an hour away.”

Jay walks closer to me, my back hitting against the door, his hand on my hip the same cold feeling washing over me.

“Am I interrupting?”

Relief fills me at Druig’s voice. Jay sucks his teeth pulling away from me as he faces Druig.

“Aren’t you the guy from the bar?”

Druig smirks, chuckling softly, my apartment key in his hand as my keychain jingles.

“Are you stalking my girl here?”

“Hear that Y/n, you’re his girl, congratulations.”

I roll my eyes at the two of them, putting my hand out.

“The key.”

“Woah, woah, key? This douche has your key?” Jay asks, putting his hand in front of me to stop me from getting the key.

I open my mouth to speak before Druig cuts me off.

“Douche? Wow, haven’t been called that in a long time.”

“Druig.” I warn, wanting to just get inside and wash this guy and date off me.

“You know him?”

“He’s a friend.” I mumble as Jay smirks, walking up to Druig, being face to face with him. Jay’s eyes travel over Druig a chuckle passing his lips.

“Friend, bet that stings huh bud.”

Druig licks his lips, tilting his head slightly as he laughs at Jay. Jay puffs his chest out a bit more not having expected Druig to laugh in his face.

“Keep laughing buddy, I’ll be the one making her scream my name later.”

Druig’s jaw clenches, his hands forming into fists as his eyes glow yellow.

“Leave, forget this night, take a train to Glasgow.”

Jay’s eyes settle back to their normal colour as he mindlessly walks away from us.

Silence falls over Druig and I, my brain trying to figure out what just occurred. That’s the first time Druig has used his power in front of me.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hot. The dark part of me screaming about how powerful he truly is, how in control he can be.

Druig walks into my dark apartment, flicking on the lamp in the lounge room as I drop my bag and jacket on the dinning table.

“Seriously Y/n, you honestly pick dickheads.”

I chuckle, clicking my tongue. Ignoring him.

“When will you learn?”

“Learn what Druig? If you have a magical solution for me finding the one, then enlighten me.”

Druig runs his hands down his legs, sighing as he looks out of my balcony door, the city lighting up the sky, staying quiet.

“Exactly, do you think I like going out with guys like that? Guy’s that don’t give a fuck about what I like but cannot wait to take me to bed?”

Druig’s jaw clenches again as he runs his hand over his face and through his hair.

“Do you want me to thank you? Thanks for having a pissing contest outside of my apartment, thanks for ordering me a drink and stirring the pot, it really made my night.”

I turn away from him before his voice stops me in my tracks.

“Do you get how fucking hard it is for me? Seeing you waste your time on guy’s like him, guys who only want to get you between the sheets?”

Druig stands, only a few inches away from me.

“You don’t get it do you?”

I cross my arms over my chest, a small amount of fear filling me, is this the moment I’ve been worrying about, the moment Druig decides this is to hard and he walks away.

“What is there to get Druig? You’re jealous because I get to try and find my person and you don’t get to?”

Druig scoffs, shaking his head as he looks at the ground.

I instantly want to take my words back but im so mad at him, how dare he give me shit for trying to replace him, its not fucking easy.

Druig sighs, his eyes locking with mine, “Y/n, I’m in love with you and it fucking sucks seeing you with other guys, guys that aren’t worth your time, so yeah I guess I’m jealous.”

My brain tries to comprehend what Druig just confessed to me. He loves me?

Druig’s eyes search mine, a blank stare present on my face.

“Say something, please.”

I flick my eyes from his to his lips, choosing to show my actions rather than use my words. I close the gap between us, his hands falling to the middle of my back and keeping me close to his chest, my fingers running through his hair.

Our lips fit perfectly against each other, the kiss filled with every emotion, love, eagerness, gentle and urgent.

Druig walks me backwards, my back hitting my bedroom door allowing for the wood to swing open, clearing the small distance to my bed. Our lips pull apart from each other, pulling each other's clothes from our bodies, eager to finally be together.

Druig holds my waist, stepping away from me slightly, truly taking in my appearance as blush fills my cheeks.

“Beautiful, my beautiful girl.” Butterflies take over all of my senses, his lips attaching to mine again as I fall back onto the bed. His knee falls between my thighs, his hand moving from beside my head and running down my body. His fingertips causing goosebumps and shivers to wash over me.

His fingers dance over my thighs, brushing against my dripping pussy. His smile breaks our kiss, our eyes locking together.

“Who made you this wet?”

I smirk, biting my lip as Druig studies my face. His finger presses flat against my throbbing clit, a gasp passing my lips.

“I asked a question.”

Arousal rushes to my core, Druig completely taking over my senses.

“You did.”

Druig hums in response, slowly circling his finger on my clit, his lips attaching to my neck as he licks and sucks my skin, leaving his mark on me. I moan at the feeling, my fingers tugging on his hair. My back arches into his chest as he slips a finger inside of me, pumping in and out with ease, my slick walls welcoming him. Druig adds another finger, curling them inside of me, pressing against my spongy spot.

“Oh fuck.”

Druig moans, kissing down my body, his lips trailing over my breasts. He takes my nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around the hardening bud before sucking it, pulling back enough for our eyes to meet as he winks at me. My eyes roll back, a chorus of sighs and moans falling from my lips.

He keeps his pace, his fingers slipping in and out of me.

“Druig, please.”

Druig’s cock brushes against my thigh, twitching at my plea.

“Please.” His dick twitches again as I smirk figuring out he has a begging kink.

“Druig.” He groans, pulling his fingers from me as I whimper at the loss of contact. He sits back on his calves, basking in the image of me under him, begging for his cock.

“Fuck me, please.” Druig sighs deeply, pumping his cock a few times before lining up with my entrance.

“Anything for you baby.”

I smirk at the pet name, my mouth falling open as I gasp, his cock stretching my walls. Druig moans at the feeling of my walls clenching around him, his head tilted back.

I wiggle my hips, silently begging for him to move. He slowly thrusts in and out of me, savouring the feeling of his cock disappearing inside of me.

“Good girl, fuck your pussy is good.” I moan at the praise, his hips rocking into mine. He bends towards me, his body covering me as our lips meet. Soft, gentle and loving kisses in between moans and gasps as his cock massages my walls.

“Faster, please.” Druig moans at my plea, speeding up his pace. Druig moves some of the hair out of my face, our eyes locking together as he smiles.

“I love you so fucking much.”

Tingles rush through me at his words, a smile dances across my face, blush heating up my cheeks.

“I love you.”

Druig’s eyes flutter closed as he continues to thrust in and out of me, his hand moving to my pussy, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit.

“Holy fuck.” I moan at the added pleasure, my nails digging into his forearm as his lips kiss up and down my neck, whispering praise into my ear.

“Good girl.”

“Take me so well.”

“Feel so good baby.”

I feel my body go hot, my muscles tensing.

“Let go, cum for me Y/n, I’ve got you.”

I moan his name loud, my legs shaking around him, my back arching as my boobs press against his chest.

Druig thrusts into me a few more times, his moans filling the air as he cums inside of me, a warmth shooting through my core.

Druig cups my face in his hands, placing a soft kiss to my lips before laying beside me, pulling me closer to him as I gasp, his cock staying buried inside of me.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I smile at his words, happy to finally have him as mine.

\\//

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Big Mistake- Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Reader

warnings: AFAB reader (description of genitals and some gendered terms), alcohol consumption, (receiving) oral sex, teasing, hangman gets cucked, captain kink, slight angst, 18+ minors dni

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The Hard Deck is crowded, full of Navy officers and their friends. Amongst this group are the Top Gun pilots, crowded around the pool table, each with a drink in hand.

Rooster is bent over the wooden edge of the table, lining up his stick with the cue ball while Phoenix carefully observes her opponent. Fanboy, Payback, and Bob are involved in a conversation about work, and you and Hangman have been flirting for the past half hour.

Maverick watches the scene from the bar, nursing a beer that has warmed up significantly from his hand being wrapped around it. It’s not the fact that fraternization between team members is technically frowned upon, it’s the fact that Maverick thinks it should be him over there, charming you and making you laugh. 

He knows it’s inappropriate. He’s your captain, your teacher, and he’s far too old for you. You’re young and bright and vibrant, you don’t need to be brought down by someone like him. All logical thought leaves Maverick’s brain whenever he sees you, though. Your smile makes him question why he hasn’t made a move yet, your laugh makes his heart clench like nothing else has in a long time. He wants you, but he can’t have you. He can’t.

Maverick is brought out of his quiet sulking by your voice, now sounding much closer than before.

“Maverick?” you ask again, smiling when his eyes snap to yours after finally hearing you. “You alright?”

Maverick clears his throat before taking a sip of his lukewarm beer. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” he gives you a tight-lipped smile.

He notices that you have two glasses on the bar in front of you. One, your usual drink, and the other, a scotch, neat. Hangman’s drink. Maverick can’t let this go; can’t let you go. It may be unprofessional, but he couldn’t live with the fact that he gave up his chance just for you to end up with the douchier version of his younger self.

You’re just about to pick up the drinks and walk back to the table before Maverick speaks. “I need to talk to you,” he says, a little rushed as if he surprised himself with his words. You frown a bit and put the drinks back down on the bar. You sit beside him on the plush bar stool and wait for him to explain. “You can’t date Seresin.”

You stare at him blankly for a moment, trying to comprehend. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you two over there. I can tell that you’re interested in him, but he’s not good for you.”

“What’s wrong with him?” you ask, and you know the irony in asking that because there are a few obvious red flags with the pilot, but you want Maverick to explain himself.

“He’s… a womanizer. He’s slept with every female pilot that’s been through the program since he joined.”

You almost laugh. You never expected Maverick’s to be such a hypocrite. He has a reputation; everyone has heard about his relationship with an official back when he was in Top Gun, and Penny has told you the story of their fleeting affair back in the day.

“Oh,” you say simply, not quite sure how to react. It’s clear he has a motive for not wanting you to be with Hangman, but you’re not sure if it’s for the reason you think.

“I’m sorry, Y/n, but I thought it was better to let you know before you found out on your own. You’re a good person, you deserve better.”

Maverick didn’t really mean that you deserve better. Of course, you did, but he meant that you deserve him.

You give a small chuckle. “And where would I find better?”

“Well… there’s lots of pilots if that’s your type.”

“Aren’t all pilots the same, though?”

“To some degree. It takes them a little while to grow out of it.”

Maverick swears he saw something shift in your eyes, but it could just be wishful thinking.

“When I find a seasoned pilot who’s grown out of their ego, I’ll let you know,” you laugh as you pick up the drinks again, your gaze lingering on him for a moment before turning around.

He watches as you return to the high-top table that you were sitting at with Hangman. He takes his drink from your hand, letting his fingers, wet from the condensation, brush against yours. Years ago, Maverick would’ve been seething with jealousy, but now, he’s kicking himself for letting you get away.

Maverick doesn’t realize he’s staring. He doesn’t mean to, and especially doesn’t mean to get caught by Hangman. Their eyes meet over your shoulder, and for a split second, a smirk appears on Hangman’s lips, but it’s not his usual look. He’s gloating, silently from across the room, that he got the girl and edged out his instructor.

Hangman sends Maverick a wink before returning his attention back to you, and Maverick can’t ignore the frustration buzzing under his skin.

A while later, you excuse yourself to the restroom. You pass the bar on the way, and Maverick catches your eye. You give him a look that seems to him to say follow me. He prays that he’s not reading this wrong.

He swallows a mouthful of his beer, cringing at the temperature, but hoping it’d give him the edge of confidence he so desperately needs right now. Goddamn, he’s out of practice.

He waits a few minutes before taking the same path you took to the bathroom. He takes a deep breath and pushes open the door that’s marked Ladies. He finds you fixing your makeup in front of the mirror, looking at him in the reflection. Maverick gives you an easy smile once he deems this the right move, and he suddenly feels a lot less nervous. This is something he can do.

“What are you doing here, Maverick?” you ask, turning around and leaning against the counter. He steps closer to you, and just when you think he’s going to stop, he crosses the line of professional. He’s in your space, closer than he’s ever been, and you feel your heart race like you’re in the cockpit of a plane.

“I’m trying to save you from making a big mistake with that younger guy,” he says, fighting a smirk.

“So I can go on to make a bigger one with an older guy like yourself?”

“Maybe…” There’s nothing Maverick loves more than someone who can compete with him, or at least attempt to do so. He sees a lot of himself in you, the better parts mostly, and he knows you love this dance just as much as he does. “Only if you’d call sleeping with your instructor a mistake,” he jokes.

“So what, we’re just going to drop down on the tile and go at it?” you ask, gesturing to the floor that isn’t exactly clean.

“Actually, I had this counter in mind,” he smiles, a full grin that you can’t help but match. “It could be very comfortable.”

“We’re not having sex in here,” you say.

“But we will somewhere else?” he asks, placing his hand on the counter next to your hip and leaning in.

“This is highly inappropriate, Captain. You should know better than to try to sleep with students,” you say instead of answering his question.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a dirty old man. I’ve come to terms with it,” he says, not ashamed at all. “But I can treat you right.”

You fully anticipate going home with Maverick tonight. You can’t be blamed; the man is the best of the best, a renowned pilot and your instructor. Sure, he may have an ego that he hasn’t quite grown out of yet, and he’s downright cocky when it comes to things like this, but it’s not without reason. He’s good looking and more charming than anyone you’ve ever met. Hangman can’t compete, and that’s why he hates Maverick.

“How do I know you won’t be selfish like all the other egotistical, arrogant pilots?” you ask, continuing to play hard to get because you love the chase, and he seems to love chasing.

“Sweetheart…” he leans even closer, his lips mere inches away. “I’m not like other pilots, I don’t think I have to remind you of that.”

The pet name makes your shiver, eliciting a feeling Hangman certainly has never given you even with his excessive use of them.

“No you don’t, sir,” you respond. “Let’s get out of here.”

Maverick grins, pearly white teeth practically blinding you. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“I wasn’t asking,” you smirk.

He lets you go first, then follows behind you from a short distance away. It’s not the most covert move he’s made, but to the casual onlooker, they wouldn’t notice where he came from or who he had been. Unfortunately, Hangman wasn’t a casual onlooker, and had caught Maverick’s eye from across the room. Maverick gave him a wink like he had received earlier, and Hangman looked ready to shatter the glass in his hand.

You ignore the pilot seething at your table and push open the door to the bar. Maverick’s bike is parked in front and he laughs when he sees you hesitate.

“What’s wrong? Never been on a motorcycle before?” he teases.

“No I haven’t,” you roll your eyes.

He puts up the kickstand and swings his leg over the bike, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he does.

“Come on, it’s not that different from flying,” he grins as he gestures to the spot on the seat behind him.

You sit down and realize there’s not much room to keep your distance. Your chest is flush against his solid back, and you realize this is the closest you have ever been to him. He’s warm, heat radiating off of him and it makes you want to get even closer. You wrap your arms around his waist, and you feel a small patch of skin where his shirt has been pushed up.

He pulls out of the parking lot and in true Maverick fashion, speeds off down the road. You’ve gone fast, of course; you’re a pilot. But there’s something about feeling the wind in your hair and your body against his that fills you with adrenaline even more than the speed.

You’re at his place in a few short minutes. It’s a small house that he’s renting, just big enough for a single guy and whoever he brings home. Today, that’s you.

He leads you inside and through the house, not bothering to give you a tour. The only place you need to know is the bedroom, and you’re about to become well aquatinted with it.

Before you could really look around, Maverick is closing the door and pushing you up against it. His knee slots between your legs, pinning you in place, and his hands are on your waist. His lips crash against yours in a messy, heated kiss. The feeling of touching him like this, like he’s desperate for you despite all of his composure, ignites a fire inside you.

His hot breath comes out in pants when the kiss finally breaks. He’s holding you close, gripping your tightly like you’re going to disappear right before his eyes if he lets go. You can feel the bruises appearing on your hips underneath where his fingers dig into you, and you know you’ll be able to feel the reminder of him long after you part ways.

Maverick moves his knee up higher so your core is pressed to high thigh. You involuntarily roll your hips against it, seeking any friction to give yourself some relief. Before you could continue to move, Maverick is pressing your hips into the door, immobilizing you.

“Maverick,” you breath, your voice coming out more desperate and whiney than you were anticipating.

“Be patient, sweetheart,” he smirks. “I’ll give you what you need.”

“Yeah, after teasing me until I can’t take it, right?” you huff.

Maverick’s face splits into a grin and he lets up on your hips. Before you coukd take advantage of your new-found freedom, he is tugging you by your arm over to the bed. He backs you against it, but your legs hit the mattress and you fall backwards onto of it. Looking up, you see the wild look in Maverick’s eyes. He’s looking at you like a target, like you’re a challenge, a competition that he is determined to win.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, looking down at you with a smug smile.

“You know what I want.”

“I do,” he grabs your legs and spreads them so he has room to stand between them. “But I want to hear you say it.”

“I thought you said you grew out if your ego?”

He grins, his eyes full of mischief and pure hunger. “I guess some things don’t change.”

Maverick leans over your body, his chest just barely touching yours and his lips brushing your ear. His teeth scrape against your neck, then followed by his tongue that leaves a hot, wet trail over your skin. Your back arches and your chests touch, and you’re certain that he can feel your heart beating.

His hand slides up your shirt, his calloused hands hot against your skin thats cooled by the air in the room. You pull it over your head to give him more room to work, then Maverick slides down your body so he’s even with your exposed stomach. He looks up at you through his lashes, an action that makes him look both innocent and devious at the same time. He peppers kisses on your skin, starting at the bottom of your ribs, trailing down past your navel.

“I don’t think Hangman would tease me this much,” you chuckle, an airy noise that’s followed by a whimper when Maverick nips the skin above your waistband.

“You know that’s not true, sweetheart. I’m being generous.”

His lips, teeth, and tongue caress your stomach as his fingers work open the button of your pants. You lift your hips to help him get them and your panties down, and he slides them off and tosses them somewhere across the room. His eyes seem to glaze over at the sight of your pussy, filled with pure desire.

Roughly, he grabs your thigh and hooks your knee over his shoulder. He’s a breath away from you now, but he’s still looking up at you, asking for permission. You nod and give a quiet yes, and that’s all he needs. He licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy, from your entrance to your clit. He hums while he does it, enjoying the taste of you. When he goes back down, your body jerks and he chuckles, although muffled, at how responsive you are.

You slide your hand into his hair and he takes that as encouragement to continue. He eats you out like he’s starving, running his tongue over every inch and savoring your taste. After a particularly hard suck to your clit, your hand tightens in his hair, gripping his short locks. Maverick can’t help the groan that comes out, and now it’s your turn to laugh at how responsive he is.

He pulls away from you slightly, just enough that he can look up at you. Your hand is still tight in his hair and you’re more desperate than ever, pussy leaking with desire for your captain. When he moves to stand, you let go of your hold. He pulls his white t-shirt over his head and leaves it on the floor. His tanned abs and chest are all you can focus on, and you wonder in the back of your mind if his skin is really as warm as it looks.

“I need you to fuck me, Maverick,” you say, less breathless now that he’s given you a moment to regain your footing. He grins, satisfied and smug that he finally has you like this.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he says, walking over to the nightstand. He retrieves a condom and tosses it on the bed before undoing his jeans and kicking them off, his boots having been removed when you were distracted.

He notices your staring, and in true pilot fashion, he shows off. He stands, just in boxer-briefs, and lets you take in the sight of him. His legs are equally as tan as his chest, and you can see a band of slightly lighter skin peaking out from above his waistband. The waistband that is acting as a barrier between you and what you so desperately need.

You’ve been quiet for a few minutes, having not responded to him after being distracted by his physique, but it doesn’t stop you from saying, “I wasn’t asking.”

He laughs as he sheds his boxers, finally revealing his hard cock that you’ve dreamt about getting your hands (among other things) on since your first class at Top Gun.

He unwraps the condom and rolls it down his length, then strokes himself a few times as he moves you into the position he wants. He rolls you into your stomach, then pulls you towards the foot of the bed. He knees between your legs and grabs a pillow, his pillow, to place underneath your hips.

The new angle makes you feel more exposed, especially with the heavy weight of his eyes on you. With two fingers, the rubs your pussy, and he slicks his cock with the arousal he gathered. He moves closer to brush his tip through your folds, and you let out a quiet moan at the contact.

“You sure about this?” Maverick asks, more to tease you than genuinely concerned that you were unsure.

“Yes, Captain,” you groan in frustration.

The use of his rank has more of an affect than you were expecting, and before you know it, he’s pushing into you. You feel the slow stretch of his cock inside you, and he feels so big that you were almost relieved when you felt his thighs press against the back of your own.

He wraps his arm around your middle and holds you to him, not moving even the slightest bit yet. Just taking in the feeling of you: hot, tight, wet, and better than he could have ever dreamed of.

“Fuck,” he whispers, quiet enough that it wasn’t meant for you to hear.

You move first by gently rolling your hips and pressing back on him. That bit of friction is enough to reignite his fire, and he starts to rock with you.

After a short while of gentle, minimal movement, he begins to fuck you like he promised. Thrusting into you with long, deep strokes that you can feel in your stomach, Maverick takes his time to bring you pleasure.

It’s a slow build as he fucks you, like a volcano that’s been bubbling under the surface, gaining pressure until it’s violent eruption. Each stroke makes you tighten your hands in his sheets until the skin of your knuckles are stretched taught.

“Oh, fuck!” you moan when Maverick shifts slightly to hit a new angle.

“That’s it, sweetheart, let me hear you,” he praises.

His one arm is firmly around your middle, keeping you stable while his hand presses into your side. His grip is tight, not as much as yours, but enough to leave a faint bruise in the morning. His other hand trails over your back, shoulders, and the sides of your neck that make your body break out in goosebumps.

He holds into the back of your neck, squeezing slightly with a firm, almost comforting grip. You feel yourself nearing your edge, and with the way he is groaning in your ear, you know he can feel it too.

“God, baby, you’re squeezin’ me so good,” he says, voice gruff in your ear. His works make your skin tingle and your pussy clench. You want to hear him praise you like this forever.

“I’m close,” you breath out, your voice a soft whine.

Maverick keeps up his pace, fucking into you hard and deep. The coil in your lower stomach tightens and tightens, threatening to snap.

“Who’s fucking you like this, sweetheart? Who’s making your cum on their cock?” he rasps.

“Fuck,” you whimper, “You are, Maverick.”

When you cum a hot, tingling feeling shoots throughout your body. The scorching heat of pleasure builds behind your eyes and tears spill over, down your cheeks.

“Say it,” he whispers, and in the throes of your orgasm, he sounds distant.

“You’re making me cum, Captain,” you slur, words running together.

His chest his pressed flush against your back now, and as he cums, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. Even through the condom, you can feel his hot cum spilling out, and it makes your body temperature rise even more.

As you come down from your high, you vaguely register then sounds of his heavy breathing in your ear and the dull ache in your shoulder. You let out a small giggle when Maverick pulls with a groan. He throws out the condom, then joins you again on the bed.

You roll over so you’re laying face to face, and from this close, you can see all the fine lines and wrinkles that show his age. His soft like this, comfortable, so unlike the captian that is about to lead a team of Navy pilots into a suicide mission.

“Hey,” you say quietly.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he replies with a grin, but its not the cocky, self assured look you’re used to. It’s kind, genuine, happy.

“Should I…?” you start, motioning towards the door. His brows furrow, the crease between them deepening.

“No, I want you to stay.” His arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to him so you couldn’t leave even if you wanted to. “I’m not gonna let you go.”

You smile softly and your eyes fall closed as you feel the exhaustion from the day’s activities catching up with you.

“I’m glad you saved me from a night with Hangman, you joke, and he smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I didn’t…” he pauses. “I wasn’t just being selfish. I really do like you,” he confesses, and it warms your heart to see him this vulnerable.

“I like you too, Maverick.”

He chuckles. “I just couldn’t stand the thought of you and Seresin together. You deserve better.”

“And that’s you?” you tease, poking him in the ribs, making him squirm.

“It can be… if you’ll have me.”

You pretend to think about it like your heart isn’t racing in your chest.

“I’ll give you a chance,” you smile. “You’re not too bad for an old man.”

He raises his eyebrows at that. “Old man? Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure I just showed you that I can still keep up.”

“Maybe you’ll have to show me again.”

This is how it should be. You and Maverick, sharing the same breath and feelings for each other in private, away from any judgment and danger. This is the happiness that Maverick has been searching for, and if he doesn’t return from the mission in a few days, at least he would have found some peace in the chaos.

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