#top gun fic

[dearcruise]

before heated rivalry, we had top gun.

[bodhiscurls]

what happens in vegas stays in vegas. ( robert 'bob' floyd )

robert 'bob' floyd and you have always harboured feelings for each other, hidden in hotel rooms, stolen glances and secret kisses shared across the base. except one night in vegas celebrating the end of a gruelling mission finds you and bob waking up the next day unsure of how you made it to his room, the remenants of tequila pounding in your head and a rock the size of san diego on your ring finger. and what scares him the most is just how is he going to explain this to your brother.

pairing: bob floyd x fem! bradshaw reader (no use of yn, rooster's little sister)

themes: fluff, angst, rooster being an angry over-protective brother. surprise marriage. drinking, slight grief more of rememberance, swearing.

your call sign: claws. (bob's nickname for you is kitten)

the first thing bob realises is that he's very noticeably naked.

he furrows his brows, the chill of the morning air tickling his bare skin and then he feels the heat. you're so warm under him he thinks as you're tucked under his bare chest- his body blanketing you from the breeze that carresses his back.

it's not an usual or rare sight for you and bob to end up in tangled limbs and love. he's had a thing for you since he started his naval training and all the way till now present day: two days after they've successfully finished the most dangerous flight he's taken in his life. you weren't selected for the mission- ending up in the standby jets alongside jake seresin where you two acted as spare daggers. you didn't complete the mission but you and jake both saved rooster and maverick's life that day and will always be remembered as the real heroes for it.

instead the two of you loved in silence, in long gazes across briefing rooms and whispered murmurs across radio comms. it evolved more into booking hotel rooms out of radius from the base, spending half your live in bob's apartment and the other wishing you were anyone other than your last name; if that's what it would mean for the two of you to be together all the time.

your brother- bradley to you, naval officer 'rooster' to bob. the scary six footer who holds quiet determination and leadership, who is a damn good pilot and maybe he doesn't mean to intimidate bob at any chance but he does. bob decided its best to avoid rooster where possible as any time he steals a glance all he can see is your face, hear your voice and he blushes a crimson red- the guilt displayed all over his face.

it feels like betraying a friend- but bob would do anything to be with you in whatever little slices and forms you'd have him.

like now, as you lie fast asleep below him almost hidden from the world and bob positively melts knowing its only him who gets to see this relaxed, undone, free version of you.

there's a crease between your brows as you snore lightly, the morning light streaking across your skin as your mouth parts open slightly. he watches the gentle rise and fall of your also very naked chest and feels himself relax completely.

"robbie?" you stir, scrunching your eyes tightly before opening them, as if to stamp out the fatigue from your body. you stretch you arms and legs as far as you can extend them before bringing your limbs closer inwards, wrapping them around his body to draw him closer. he feels the shiver when his cool body presses into your warm one but you show no inclination of letting go any time soon. your movements are almost feline and he grins thinking of the moment he gave you your call sign. as cute as a cat, but god do you have the claws to strike at any time.

your face is burrowed into the crook of his neck, listening carefully to his pulse point and he knows he's lost you again to a slumber so peaceful.

until the knocks come.

or bangs rather.

three pounds of fist rattling the door, shaking it from its frame fill the air and bob stills. you however, have not shifted from your drifting trance underneath him and he curses himself for how he's going to have to untangle himself from you.

"robbie?" you murmur as you feel him begin to pull away.

"good morning," he whispers into your skin, planting a soft kiss to your brows then to your nose and down to the centre of your lips. he can feel you smile against him, "i'm going to be right back ok?"

you whine reluctantly and he hushes you with another kiss before you sigh and let him take back his limbs. though your weighted human blanket is greatly missed as he slides on some boxers most likely from last night and then a pair of shorts.

"floyd are you in there?" comes a loud rumble accompanied by some more thundering at the door and bob absolutely freezes. he hasn't even got his shorts on as his blood runs cold as his legs bolt back to the bedroom where you're currently blissfully unaware of the chaos that will soon follow.

"oh kitten, you have to get up, please please please" his voice is urgent, low but still cautious of its volume as you begin to wake up slowly.

"i don't really want to," comes your muffled response, coccooned up in the sheets.

"i know, but this is serious. you really gotta get up," and the desperation in his voice alerts your body in a delayed reaction, but its there.

"love?" you blink slowly and bob has to remind himself that now is not the time to start drooling over how gorgeous you are freshfaced in bed.

"your brother," he heaves, out of breath in anxiety and panic, "is at the door." you feel your own heart stop and you bite your lip.

"oh my god," you sit up frantically and whisper, the consequences of last night's tequila instantly rush to your head and you clutch at the growing headache in desperation.

"baby?" he stills, "what the fuck is that?" and his heart rips open in two, rising through his system and into his mouth where the words just can't get themselves out.

your own brows furrow in confusion until you feel the weight of a humungous rock wrapped around your ring finger, "holy shit," and the tears start to well in your glistening eyes. "robbie?" and he hates himself for how your voice starts to wobble in worry. "robbie does this mean we?," your voice trails off as you repeat a frequent "holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," as if saying it again and again will make this all disappear.

"hey," he breathes as the pounding on the door thunders even louder, "we'll figure this out okay, trust me on this," and he presses a comforting kiss to your forehead. you lean in to his embrace for a milisecond before he presses a finger to your lips and heads back into the entry way.

"okay bob, just," he takes a final look in the mirror and realises he still has no pants on, before wiggling his legs into his shorts and reaches for the handle, "just be cool."

"what the fuck, bob?" comes jake seresin's southern drawl instantly. bob hadn't even seen the complete view of his face before being met with fury.

"gentleman," he clears his throat and nods to each of them, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. just be cool, bob. you are cool, bob, his brain reprimands. just be what you are-

"where were you? we rang you a million times," rooster asks, as calm and collected as bob wishes he could only just scratch the surface or that kind of demeanour.

"drank too much, slept too much," he tries to shrug off with indifference and rooster quirks a brow, instantly picking up on the subtle shift in bob's behaviour.

"did you now?" he slowly repeats, like he's testing how bob's words feel and he doesn't like it.

"yup," bob's answer comes too quickly, lazily put and he has to force his facial muscles to smile softly and not wince. married your sister too, the cheeky devil on his shoulder grins and he can feel his heart thud so rapidly against his chest it'll be seconds until it escapes free.

he thinks he's off the hook. jake's already beginning to walk away but bradley is firmly planted at his door. "you seen my sister anywhere?" he asks, voice suddenly jumping down an octave. and bob's eyes widen ever so slightly, praying rooster- one of the navy's most finest and skilled hasn't noticed.

"nope," he leans against the door casually, the door itself creaks open just a little further, "you uh, you tried calling?" he places a facade of concern on his lips, curling softly as he clicks his tongue, trying to remember if he has seen you some place other than his bed.

"yeah," rooster breathes through a level intake of air. he sticks a tongue in his cheek in thought, cocking his head to the side and bob offers his prayers to god intently. "she hasn't been picking up, like you." the last two words hit the wind out of bob and he mutters out a "sorry, i'll have a look around- keep you updated" before shutting the door in roosters face hurriedly.

"fuck!" he whisper- yells, dread filling him whole and drowning him from the inside. you're awake now, standing before him wrapped in the sheets with a matching frown on your lips. he wants to hug you, hold you and protect you more than anything and just when he thinks a tiny part of the worst of it is over, the thundering starts all over again.

"bob!" rooster calls out from the other side of the door and he knows there's no way to run from this. you reach out to hold his hand and give it a squeeze.

"whatever comes, we will make it through," you swear earnestly and bob swallows with a tight nod. he paces slowly back to the door, pulling it open a few inches but rooster's got his heavy hand on it, opening it further.

"those," he points with a menacing brow, "are her shoes," and lo and behold- you sparkly silver heels you use for dancing and stealing bob's attention are thrown across bob's hotel room floor and you curse yourself for your extravangant taste.

"bob, have you had my fucking sister in there?" he growls and jake seresin instantly has to hold back his friend's arm in desperation.

"no rooster," hangman adds unhelpfully, "i think you mean he's fucking your sister in there," the grin plastered on his face is undeniable and in a fresh new wave of anger, he pushes jake off of him and goes straight for bob until your voice stops him straight in his tracks

"hi brad," you whisper, waving meekly and its the wrong move because bradley bradshaw pulls back in shock, like you've slapped him across the face and he recoils in the shame and pain.

"and look what the cat has dragged in," comes a familiar laugh you've grown to love.

"hi, jakey," you shyly whisper in reply, not taking your eyes off your brother for even a moment, trying to decipher the weight of his stare until you feel it at your finger.

the drawl of "hi, little chicken," is hushed to the back as bradley's voice booms through the air, shaking the walls with a vibration of steel.

"what the fuck is that?" and his eyes bulge as big as the diamond. it's the second time you've had that question thrown at you and the confrontation of it makes you want to cry. bob is instantly at your side, infront of you and you press your forehead to the curve in his bare back that instantly melts at your touch. you're hiding and he hates it- he decides that he's not as big and built as either rooster or hangman- he most likely couldn't take them in a fight but he'd certainly die trying.

oh he's definitely going to die.

"i," rooster breathes raggedly, chest heaving in borderline hyperventilation- you're worried he's going to have a heart attack, "am going to kill you" and he lunges for bob, bob stands there ready and bracing hoping you'll see this act as honourable but jake seresin the saviour comes between you all once again, holding off rooster to give bob enough time to choose his last words.

"okay okay enough," hangman gets out. "rooster, snap out of it, you giant baby and the two of you," he raises a brow, "put some damn clothes on and meet us in the restaurant for breakfast. you have five minutes."

his words are crystal clear and rooster leaves the room with a grunt and a final lethal stare directed straight to your husband.

your husband.

heat pools in your stomach and you feel faint as the door slams behind the two aviators leaving the thick air behind.

"robbie?" your voice wobbles and he strokes your arm gently in reassurance before wrapping you in a tight hug as if it might be the last time. "you don't regret this do you?" your voice comes tiny.

"no, sweetness," he promises as he presses his nose against yours, "this isn't the way i would've done it, i would've wanted to remember every single moment of it- but i don't regret the fact that drunk bob had more courage than sober bob," he lets out.

you lean up to him to find earnest swinning in those chocolate eyes and sigh, "i love all the versions of you you'll let me have," and he squeezes you in his embrace.

now he just has to make it past tomorrow to find out a way to redeem himself and actually propose in a way you'll remember for the rest of your lives.

....

its three on three in an interrogation chamber known as the breakfast buffet.

fanboy sits in the middle of you and bob; sleep slowing his body down as he fights the fatigue to sit up straighter, feeling the weight of bradley's stare on him. you wanted to sit next to bob but the twitch in bradley's eyes and the soft shake of jake's head told you to take the futher seat away from your lover.

bob casts you a glance of reassurance as his eyes track your fingers that fumble and twist the ring backwards and forwards in nervousness and he wants nothing more to reach out and hold them tight.

"no," bradley shakes his head, "you two are not looking at each other"

"bradley," you lower your voice in desperation. but he spares you not an ounce of attention, focusing it all razor sharp on fanboy in the middle of you three.

"you officiated the wedding?" rooster shouts, "are you fucking insane?" and natasha shoots him a deathly look, aware of the amount of people also making use of the unlimited amounts of pastry and coffee.

fanboy can feel the sweat trickle down his brows and shrugs when he can't find the words, "you know how i get with tequila!" he cries out, "i don't even know what day it is!" and he can feel rooster growl.

"bradley," you call out again and instantly he shoots you down, focusing on bob and fanboy at your sides and this is how its been your whole life. as much as you love your brother and he loves you, he's always been dismissive of your opinions and actions- you'll always be the younger little sister who doesn't touch him close.

"this is what we're going to do," he breathes out a level responsible answer and bob interrupts him bravely.

"rooster, she's got something to say, let's hear her out" he gets out, unflinching to bradley's stare.

"i'm not hearing anyone out, the two of you are going to get this marriage nullified and we are going to fucking go back home where-"

"no," you pause his rant softly, your voice gentle as it holds the weight of your decision- this is your future he's disregarding as a chore- a pit stop in his plans and you hate it. he pauses though however, the stop slicing through the air with a cutting edge.

"no?" he recoils in a shout, "i'm sorry, you think you have a say in this? you got married! drunk! in vegas!" each exclamation reeks of exasperation and jake furrows his brows.

"what would dad say about this?" and the whole table stills in shock.

you however, don't even move a muscle, just a slow blink your brother.

"rooster don't be such a dick," bob scoffs to break the ice and jake murmurs in agreement- "i don't like your tone with her," nodding to himself and at you in support and you smile.

"oh shut up," he rolls his eyes, "i am not talking to you, i'm talking to her," and before bob can start again you reach out gingerly to place a hand on his shoulder to let him know its all going to be okay.

"no brad, you're talking at me, not to me," the words that leave your anxious bitten lips are not loud or strained but heavy with the notion of this talk being a long time coming to face your brother. "i'm not nullifying anything, this is my life and my decisions. i'm going to be married to bob as long as he lets me love him," you look over and smile sadly.

"till i die," he swears firmly, "and every life after that."

rooster opens his mouth again but you hold you hand up as a truce, a silent plead for him to let you finish. "i've known bob for years, loved him for longer than we've been together and this is all i've ever wanted. yes, it's wrong to sneak behind your back but can you blame me? knowing this would be how you'd react? i've followed you my whole life bradley, i might not be smarter than you or as quick as you but i'm also a damn good pilot and two days ago? i saved your life," you breathe.

"and here you are hell bent on ruining mine," the confession is thundering as rooster lowers his eyes to his lap hearing it fall from your lips. "i don't know what dad would think, you got to love him for whatever little time you had but i didn't even get that- i didn't know him at all so forgive me if i don't really care much because i know deep down if he's anything like mom- as passionate, kind and loving then i know he'd look at bob and i and see what he saw in her. i love him, rooster" you can't stop the words from rushing out. "i love him so much that i can't imagine my life without him. he's sweet and caring and has never asked too much from me even though i'd give him the world- he's my universe and i don't think i could ever love anyone but him, it's scary. i've married him bradley and i'm going to stick by him for the rest of my life. if you can't support me on this, then you're not the brother i thought you were nor one that i can call my own," you stand tiredly, clutching the table slowly to give you some more support and then wrap the hoodie a little tighter around you for warmth.

you walk away from the table and head in the direction of the hotel rooms again- your breakfast untouched. and the table looks at rooster disappointedly, he doesn't meet any of their eyes however until bob speaks.

"she has no middle name, her favourite colour is yellow like the sun, she loves coffee and is slowly trying to get the hang of matcha. she sleeps in on her days off and loves to read books that are too quick-moving for me. she doesn't watch tv much but uses it mainly as background noise. she does yoga not to keep in shape but to give her some breathing space and meditation. she cooks lasagne because it's my favourite meal and even eats it even though i know she doesn't like how heavy it feels but she does it anyways. when she's angry, she flies more rolls than usual and a little choppier than usual. when she's had a good day she celebrates with a bath and a sweet treat. she doesn't know what to ask for sometimes and that's okay i've waited years for her and i'll hold this patience for the rest of my life. i love her rooster, i love her when she cries and tries to hide her sadness in fears shes burdening everyone, i love her when she tries not to laugh so loud to not draw attention to her and i love her even when she doesn't feel like she has much to give me," his rambles get choppier, each breath landing and conveying all the feelings he's hidden from your family. "i know she loves you rooster, you're all she has left and she cares about your opinion more than anything- so much that she lets you speak to her like she doesn't even matter and it bothers me so fucking much," he fumes.

"she loves you rooster," he stands, taking your plate with him hoping that you'll at least get something in your system to numb the sad feelings of today. "and she'll forgive you because thats just what she does, but this? i'll always remember how you've made her feel today," and with that he leaves.

jake lets out a low whistle, wincing at bob's departure and patting bradley's back before following his lead. rooster sits at the table, natasha at his side who picks at his breakfast, and lets him mellow in his regret.

"you know rooster, you're a lot like maverick than you think," she hums softly, "and you need to fix this."

"and how do i do that?"

"i think you already know the answer to that, bud."

he nods in agreement, before pushing his chair abruptly across the floor with a hard scrape and heading off in the direction of where all his friends have left before.

...

you spot maverick on your way back to the hotel room, he's walking opposite to you and you assume he's on his way to get some fuel in before he starts the day.

"hey honey," he calls out with a smile that you return though you can feel your heart cracking at the edges. "you okay?" he detects in an instant. you swallow the phlegm gathering in your throat, the thick emotion that causes you to exhale longer than usual and nod tightly.

"i got married," you lift your hand to show him the rock, a weak smile straining your features.

"congratulations, honey!" he exclaims and wraps you in a firm fatherly hug. you relax in his hold and slowly begin to break down. the tears you've been holding in since rooster sat you down like a child infront of all your joined friends, embarrassing you infront of your own damn husband stream your cheeks, wetting his shirt in little droplets. he pulls back, using the pads of his thumb to wipe away the stray tears falling in an instant.

if goose was here today, this is what he would've done, maverick thinks and boy does he long for his old friend who would've loved to see his daughter grown up- especially how proud he'd be of who you've become. and even if he was still here, pete would still be here for always.

"you're not happy with bob?" he questions, holding you.

"god, no!" you exclaim dramatically, "its not him- i mean it is him, and i couldn't be happier to be with him its just rooster doesn't approve," you bite your lip carefully. "he doesn't seem to approve of anything i do."

maverick lets a groan leave his lips before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and waist to lead you back to the buffet room. he fights your tired "i'm not really hungry, uncle pete," with a gentle, "you'll let an old man eat by himself??" within seconds.

as he spreads a thin layer of raspberry jam on some toast and then puts it into your plate despite your protests because he knows its your favourite, always has been and waits until youve taken a bite before he carefully picks his words.

"you think dad would've been disappointed in me?" you ask, licking the sweet conserve off your lips and fingers. youre a messy eater, reminding him so much of nick that it brings a smile and easy chuckle.

"i think he would've laughed at the fact that you and bob waited longer than him and carole," pete reassures you. "the thing with goose is, there never was a right moment- it was always a here and now thing and as long as you're happy kid then that's all that matters."

"rooster doesn't think so, he thinks dad wouldve hated me."

"nick would've thought bradley's head was too big for his body and that moustache is only something nick bradshaw could make work," he grimaces, "makes him look older than his dad." and you fight a laugh.

"he'll get over it," pete promises.

"he was really disrespectful to bob. i can handle him, but to insult bob? when he's been nothing but the best to me?" you shudder, and take another bite of toast.

"your brother is headstrong, i'm not making any excuses for him but he has a hard time of showing his love. what he did was unacceptable but i think more than anything he just wants to protect you."

"i know uncle pete, i just- he was mean," you stress and feel the tears come again, lightly dabbing at them with your fingers.

"give it some time, let him wallow, and besides. maybe he knows he needs to get a move on being the last single bradshaw and all," pete grins and you reach across the table to pat his hand.

"when your dad met your mother it's like his whole trajectory changed- he was still goose but he finally had a whole person he could give all this love to. your mother made him smile and laugh the loudest i've ever heard, i mean half of the world could've probably heard him. she also made him cry and sob in my car during the hard times but one thing about him and carole was that their kind of love- it's worth everything, kid," he tells the story of your parents and you soften at the reminisce. "when your dad came to me and said he'd met the love of his life, i laughed it off- i told him we're navy boys but then when i stopped laughing and saw the look in his eyes- that same fierce determination i can see in yours? nothing else mattered, it still doesn't."

"i think," you begin slowly, "that maybe they've found their way back to each other in heaven," and pete pauses, exhaling the breath he didn't even know was trapped into his chest.

"they definitely have kid," he whispers. "i don't think they ever really left each other, it just became a waiting game of who would come home first and now? they have forever waiting for them."

tears escape both your eyes and then you look over at each other with the same expressions and laugh, the emotion still thick in your voices.

"thanks, uncle pete. i needed this."

"anytime kid, it's what your dad would've done," he smiles.

you two continue to eat in silence before pete delves into more stories of carole and nick, ones you've never had the privilege of hearing yourself and you soften.

you know you and bob are capable of a marriage and love like theirs but your relationship is so unqiuely yours too that there's no way without a doubt you'd walk away from this marriage.

...

you spot bob sitting on the bed, elbows resting on his knees as he waits and watches the door eagerly. then, as he spots you safe in his line of vision, the ropes holding him tight loosen and he feels his whole body relax- the reaction his soul has tethered to yours pumping in his heart in an instant.

"hey, kitten," he greets, meeting you halfway. he instantly wraps you into a comforting hug and sways the two of you back and forth. you imagine ocean waves in your mind as you tilt side to side, peace and serenity filling your body. with this weight of secrecy of your shoulders, it feels less like drowning and more like sailing.

"you had something to eat?" he asks softly into your hair, "i brought your plate up in case," and you want to tear up at how sweet he is.

"i caught a bite with mav," you stick a tongue through your cheek in thought before reaching up with a free hand and raking it through his hair, tugging at the spots you know he loves and he leans into your touch, "i'm sorry about bradley," you wince and he shakes his head immediately in understanding.

"you have nothing to apologise for; rooster will be rooster i guess," he shrugs and a sigh leaves you.

"but it shouldn't have to be like that. he spoke about you like you were just a bad decision, something i'd grow out of like you didn't matter," you meet his gaze and drown in those honey eyes, "you're my person, bob. you're it for me."

he laughs, eyes crinkling in a gorgeous radiant smile of bliss, "i should hope so considering we're married now." and you return the smile a million times brighter, hand now coming to cup his jaw and carress his cheek gently with you fingers.

"i'd do it again if you wanted to," you whisper into the distance between you.

"what?" he pulls back ever so slowly.

"a ceremony, a whole wedding- white dress, if you wanted to. i'd do it again."

"you'd marry me?"

"i mean what's one more time, huh," you laugh and he pinches your side, playfully.

"be serious, you'd do that for me?"

"i'd do anything for you, robbie. you just have to ask."

"should i get down on one knee?"

"i mean, you don't have- oh okay, we're really doing this," as he bends one knee into the floor and then freezes. you catch up to his delayed thought process instantly, "shit, you'd probably need this back," and you slide the ring off your finger and back into his warm hands. he holds it up to you like a trophy, a soft glint blinding in his eyes.

"you wanna marry me, kitten?"

"i don't think that's exactly how the question goes but yes, yes, yes, more than anything, bobby," and he slides the ring on with such ease before you're jumping straight into his arms in a messy, exciting barrel. hes lifting you to the air with his hands at your waist and yours at his shoulders. laughter fills the hotel room and you feel his lips at your neck and then at your face hovering over you again and again.

this is what it mustve felt like last night, you muse, giggling over and over, savouring the sweetness of this moment till the last drop.

bradley bradshaw stands outside the door after having heard the whole encounter and softens, regret and guilt filling his entire heart till it weighs his soul down completely. his hand raised for a knock drops down to his side, thinking that this intimate moment shouldn't be disturbed just yet. he turns to walk away and head back to his own room with quiet resolve and an apology at the tip of his tongue.

there's two things he knows for sure: one, that he's royally fucked things up and needs to fix things before you leave vegas and two, bob floyd is probably the best thing to happen to your family ever in existence.

...

"do i look okay?" comes your hurried question as you stand outside the garden door.

bradley stares down at you fondly, nothing but adoration in his eyes as he twirls a lock of your hair behind your ear- the rogue tendril falling from your updo and he smiles.

"beautiful is not even the word for you," he breathes and you beam pure radiant sunshine at him. he bites his lip gently, trying to hold back the tears and clears his throat.

"oh no brad, you said you wouldn't cry," you panic, dropping the bouquet to the side, hands finding his shoulders shaking him gently, "pull yourself together, aviator or i'll start crying too!"

his chest heaves as it demands air, "i'm trying!" he cries, using his free hands to waft and dry the tears escaping from his eyes, "don't you dare start!" the order heavy with desperation.

"jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you two?" maverick is there, eyes flickering between the two of you like you're wild animals and he's unsure of how to approach.

"he started it!" you shout, fingers finding the waterline of your eyes and patting them dry.

"did not!" he barks back childishly and pete rolls his eyes.

"get a hold of yourself, soldiers," and the two of you straighten yourselves up. he walks over, hands you back your wedding arrangement before turning to rooster. he straightens bradley's baby blue tie- identical to his, before standing at your right side, interlocking your arms. rooster takes the side at your left, clearing his throat and failing to appear sharper.

"goose would've never let you guys live that down," maverick mutters to the two of you before the door of the manor you and bob had rented out opens.

"i wish they both could've seen this," rooster whispers to the gentle spring breeze and you pat the arm you're wrapped around comfortingly.

"me too, but i have the both of you and that's more than enough for me."

"you ready for this?" maverick asks and you nod tightly, more sure of this than anything.

"then lead the way mrs floyd," bradley grins and the three of you walk to where you find jake seresin's wolf whistle and robert bob floyd's nervous smile and heart that promises to hold yours for an eternity and then some more.

they do say what happens in vegas stays in vegas; but the story of your and bob's relationship is something that is carried out from the drunken air all the way to your friends and family and hopefully, you'll be alive long enough to tell this story to your children too.

you hope they'll have his gentle smile, kind heart and chocolate eyes that have never loved you anything short of what you deserve.

note: AAAA FIRST BOB FIC HOW DO WE FEEL !!!! i love this & had so much fun writing this. i'd love to do an actual wedding wedding scene or maybe like a flashback as to how i think their vegas wedding went separately- let me know if you'd like to see it!!! hope you enjoy and as always let me know what you think of it because i love me some lewis pullman (doesnt everyone??)

[harddeckstories]

Behind Closed Doors - Part 1

Summary : Everyone on base thinks that you have the upper hand in your relationship, seeing Bradley as the golden retriever boy who follows you around, agrees to everything you say and worships the very ground you walk on. Little do they know what happens behind closed doors.

Pairing : Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Important info : Your call sign is Nitro 💨 :)

Disclaimer : English is not my first language so apologies for any grammar errors that might have escaped my proof reading ! 💞

Word count : 3.6k

‼️‼️CONTENT WARNING : suggestive, talks about power dynamics, talks about sex, sex habits, crude talks about sex, making out, sexual themes, can be explicit, but no actual smut. MDNI.

Part two :)

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It was a universal consensus.

Something unspoken, yet known. A belief that everyone had established as the truth. And how could they have thought otherwise when all the evidences oh so clearly pointed in that direction ?

Ever since transferring permanently in San Diego three years ago, the squad had known you as this unshakable force. And despite what people may have thought of you at first glance, everyone had quickly learned you were a leviathan, a force of nature not to be messed with. But that is what the Navy commanded of you, you thought. Nothing more or less than the resilient fighter pilot you were trained to be.

No one questioned your skills anymore, if anyone even had doubts to begin with. After countless missions where you’d been team captain and had led your squad to success without a single mistake or casualties, not even a scratch on your radome, there wasn’t much anyone could still say to you.

It had taken you some time to be comfortable around the squad, who you quickly learned was a true family, in the air and on the ground. It had been hard to leave the pilot persona behind and learn to just… be yourself around them, simply exist outside of the harsh environment of the base.

They were surprised but nonetheless pleased to discover the warmth behind your usually cold facade. Seeing you on base and ten minutes later at the Hard Deck was like seeing two different person who shared the same face. Mickey always joked that you had an evil personality that’d possess you every time you set foot on base and wouldn’t exorcise out of your body until you were at least fifty feet away from military ground.

So naturally, the news of you and Bradley dating shook the squad to their very core.

“What the actual fuck ?” Mickey had nearly shouted, startling half the Hard Deck and getting questioning looks when you had casually said you’d be going home with Bradley after training on Friday, for date night.

“Jesus, lower your voice,” Bradley chuckled while sending apologetic smiles to a few people who were still eyeing you suspiciously.

“What do you mean ‘lower my voice’ ? Are we not even gonna comment what she just said ?” He countered, pointing a somehow accusing finger at you.

You simply quirked a brow at Mickey’s outburst, he tended to be dramatic so his reaction wasn’t much indication to you. But a quick look at the rest of your friends made you realize that for once, maybe he wasn’t exaggerating.

Natasha’s jaw was hanging open in the most fish out of the water expression you’d ever seen.

Jake’s eyes kept flicking between you and Bradley, seemingly trying to coincide two realities that in his mind just couldn’t coexist due to metaphysics or otherworldly laws of some kind.

Bob simply pushed up his glasses on his nose, offering you a small smile, perhaps trying to show some warmth in the midst of the shock shell expressions your friends were harboring.

And you saw Javy, visibly confused, leaning towards Reuben and whisper a quick “did she just say ‘date night’ ?”, to which Reuben slowly nodded, like the information hadn’t totally registered in his brain either.

“Oh my god,” you let out in a small laugh, sharing a look with Bradley who seemed just as amused as you, “did you not know ?”

“Know what ? Please be precise, I cannot handle much more of this right now,” Mickey hissed, closing his eyes for a second, as if looking for peace.

“We’re dating,” Bradley said, opting for casual but the smile threatening to stretch his lips and the proud glint in his eyes clearly betrayed his intention.

“I thought it was obvious,” you added a bit sheepishly.

“Obvious ??” Natasha finally got out of her stupor, seeming deeply offended by your remark, “Y/N, I’ve never even seen you smile at the guy !”

Jake nodded vigorously at her words, “and never have I heard you call him anything other than his call sign, what kind of relationship is this ?”

“You guys look like everything, and I’m being so serious when I say that, everything but a couple.” Mickey argued, way too invested into whatever this matter qualified as.

“I mean,” you shrugged, “we do keep it professional on base.”

“That’s one way to put it…” Jake muttered out, barely audible.

“How long have you been dating ?” Bob questioned, an earnest look on his face.

You took a minute to think, turning to Bradley for help but the answer was already on the tip of his tongue.

“Two months tomorrow.”

The certainty in his voice left no room for debate as you eagerly nodded, smiling brightly at him.

“Yeah that’s it.”

“Oh he is whipped.” Natasha whispered to Jake.

To which he scrunched his nose in repulsion, “disgusting.”

From then on, the squad had been paying close attention, very close attention to the two of you.

And you were right, it was obvious. Painfully so. But not because of you, no, never.

You remained just as ever. Firm, commanding, cold blooded as much in the air as on the ground. Not sparing Bradley even just the smallest hint of affection. And while they knew of your feelings for him now, it was still hard to believe it by watching how you behaved.

Bradley, on the other hand…

It was like the man was incapable of wearing his heart anywhere else than out on his sleeve. It was obvious in the way he looked at you, gentle brown eyes holding nothing short of pure adoration as they gazed down at you. Obvious in the way he followed you around most times, sticking by your side at a reasonable distance, far enough to be professional but close enough that people were able to catch the hint of something more in the air. They had never once heard him disagree with you, or seen him be anything other than giddy whenever you were near him.

There was no doubt for any of them that Bradley was head over heels in love with you. And even that wasn’t cutting it.

And so had sparked a rumor. Upon seeing your singular dynamic in display, the squad had settled on the idea that you must had been ruling this relationship like you already ran everything on base. There was no other tangible possibility in their mind.

“She walks him like a fucking dog,” Jake muttered out, eyes trained on you and Bradley at the bar, who was insisting on carrying all the drinks back to your table on his own.

“She so does.” Javy agreed, snickering.

“I think they are cute together,” Bob jumped in, ever the joyful and sweet voice amidst chaos.

“Do you think she doms him in bed ?” Jake suddenly asked, turning back to the squad to get answers.

“What the fuck ?” Natasha interjected while Mickey and Reuben bursted out laughing. “In what world could you possibly think this is an appropriate question ?”

“What ? When you meet a couple do you never wonder what their sex life is like ?”

Natasha seemed absolutely bewildered and appalled now.

“Umm no ? I’m a normal person, so no, I don’t do this.”

“I’m with you,“ Mickey pointed to Jake, “I also do it.” He said easily, like admitting something as casual as what he had for breakfast this morning.

“Okay, is this a guy thing ? Cause it’s really fucking weird.”

“No, Phoenix, it’s a people thing,” Jake argued, “you’re the weird one for not doing it.”

She only rolled her eyes, opting to leave the conversation die as quickly as it had started, while she drank up another sip of her soon to be empty glass.

Silence fell upon the table for a few seconds, and she was about to propose a lighthearted drinking game when—

“He probably gets pegged.”

The roar of laughter that came out of Reuben, Mickey and Javy got half the bar turning heads to the squad’s table, sending mean and questioning looks their way.

“Ew Jake, seriously what is your problem ?!” Natasha hissed while clapping Bob, who had choked on his saliva as soon as the question left Jake’s mouth, on the back.

“What are you guys talking about ?” You excitedly asked when you came back to the table, having heard the commotion that your friends had caused.

Bradley handed all the drinks and wordlessly pulled out your chair, inviting you to sit. Jake’s smirk widened as Natasha sent him a deadly stare. Anyone in their right mind probably would have shut their mouth.

“We were just talking about you two actually,” Jake smiled, uncharacteristically sweet.

Bradley froze for a second, sending him a puzzled stare, as if he had sensed that Jake talking about his relationship could only mean trouble.

“Ohhh, what about us ?” You asked, giggling obliviously.

Reuben, Mickey and Javy were exchanging knowing glances, the quirks up of their lips, an obvious attempt of restraint from laughing, was only furthermore worrying Bradley.

A mischievous glint was shining in Jake’s green eyes when he finally spoke, “which one of you dominates the other in bed ?”

A little shocked sound got caught in your throat as your eyes bulged out of their socket. Bradley only rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh like this was to be expected.

“Do you have nothing better to do than gossip about our sex life ?”

Jake dramatically pointed to the pool tables and the dart boards which were all occupied, “no, I literally have nothing better to do right now. Answer the question.”

“How about that’s none of your fucking business ?”

“Why are you even wondering about that ?” You questioned in a strained voice, once you had recovered from your initial shock, your cheeks taking on the slightest pink shade.

“To be fair,” Javy started, and you knew that nothing even remotely fair was about to come out of his mouth, “your dating dynamic is quite interesting, so you know… I guess there’s bound to be some questions about you two.”

“And… what are your takes then ?” You found yourself asking, curious despite the fluster and embarrassment you felt about your squad mates theorizing on such an intimate part of your life.

Bradley’s head whipped towards you so hard he almost gave himself whiplash, “sweetheart, you’re not seriously entertaining this, are you ?”

“Well I’m kinda curious now,” you admitted with a sheepish smile, a hand squeezing his forearm affectionately, “but if you’re uncomfortable they don’t have to—“

“No, don’t worry.” He said quickly, expression softening in seconds, “If you’re okay with it, I’m okay too.” Chuckling lightly, he placed a quick but soft kiss on your temple. “Alright,” he clapped his hands, convinced by nothing more than your sweet voice and gentle eyes, “what are your theories ? Entertain us.” He almost commanded, like a king asking his jesters to amuse him.

“I think Nitro is the dom.” Said Mickey, almost too quickly as soon as he heard the authorization from Bradley, “and you’re submissive, like as fuck.”

Your shock and surprise only had a few seconds to settle down onto your features that already Reuben was giving his opinion.

“Yeah, same. Rooster, sorry man, but you do everything she tells you to do and you say ‘yes ma’am’.”

A laugh escaped you then, turning to look at Bradley, you saw the faint hint of a smile pulling at his lips. And when he made brief eye contact with you, there was a flame of undeniable hunger burning in his dark brown irises that sent a delectable shiver down your spine.

“Yeah, I might add that your go to position is cowgirl so he’s at your mercy,” Javy added, a pensive look in his eyes like that was something he’d actually given time to have a deep ponder about.

“I mean, it does seem obvious that you might be more dominant, Y/N.” Bob added, voice soft and the smallest pink hue on his cheeks.

“Damn, so all of you think I get my shit absolutely rocked ?” Bradley huffed in a chuckle.

“Actually,” Jake intervened, a smirk on his face that usually stretched his lips whenever he wanted to rile up Bradley, “it’s funny that you phrase it like that because I do think she pegs you.”

Natasha let out a groan, putting her head in her hands.

“I beg of you, Hangman, stop saying that word.”

“He asked, I merely answered his question.”

But perhaps Bradley didn’t quite had the reaction Jake was hoping for. Arms crossed, biceps almost filling up the stretched out sleeves of his opened Hawaiian shirt, Bradley was staring down his squad mate with nothing short of a pleased smile.

“That’s pretty graphic,” he commented calmly, matter of factly.

Jake’s smirk faltered almost imperceptibly. He hadn’t exactly expected for him to react so… peacefully.

“Yeah, I can really picture it, you know.”

“Are you admitting you think about me naked ? I’m flattered, Hangman, truly.”

But Jake wasn’t one to give up easily.

“I mean, it’s more your girl that I imagine—“

“Watch it.” Bradley warned, tone suddenly firm, leaving no place for anyone to argue.

Satisfied, Jake raised his hands in mock defense, “didn’t mean to overstep.”

He absolutely did.

During this whole back and forth, your eyes had been fixed on Bradley. Watching him be so comfortable with the concept of all of your squad mates somehow thinking he was absolutely submitted to you, and him being ready to jump at your defense the second someone made too crude of a comment about you ? It made your stomach flutter and your thighs squeeze ever so slightly under the table. One of your hand went to squeeze his knee, in an attempt to signal him how this whole conversation had you feeling.

Eyes flicking over to yours, he smirked at the faraway look in your eyes and the red shade blooming from your neck up to your cheeks.

“Hey,” Bob grabbed everyone’s attention, “a pool table is free.”

“Thank fucking god.” Jake sighed out, immediately getting up and rushing to the table before anyone else could claim it.

“Hey, we’re actually gonna head out,” Bradley called out, his gaze staying locked on yours a few more seconds while his heard turned towards the squad, before inevitably breaking eye contact.

Natasha uttered a chuckle for the first time all night, “yeah, you do that, have fun !”

The rest of the squad joined Jake to the pool table. Picking up a cue stick, Mickey watched Bradley leading you out the door, a protective hand on your lower back.

“You think maybe we got it all wrong ?”

Reuben frowned as he watched Jake break the balls.

“What are you talking about ?”

“Rooster and Nitro.”

Natasha’s arms raised and fell back against her sides with a dull thud, her expression a mix of exasperation and incredulity.

“Your obsession with them is getting seriously concerning.”

“Hear me out,” Mickey began, completely ignoring her, “you know how those dudes that simply smile when you tell them they have a small dick have like, the biggest one ? And those who get all angry are the ones who actually got a small dick ?”

“Where are you going with this ?” Javy chuckled, deeply confused.

“Well, Rooster seemed awfully unbothered, no ? So what if he was so calm because he’s actually the dom ?”

“Why are we still making conspiracy theories about this ?” Natasha questioned, still baffled by how much importance her squad mates seemed to hold for your intimate life.

“Rooster ?” Jake scoffed, once again completely ignoring Natasha while sinking two striped balls at once, “yeah, no way.”

As soon as the door slammed close behind you, your mouth was on Bradley’s. Eager and heated, your lips were almost feverishly moving against his, and he let out a pleased hum into the kiss.

“Is that our friends speculating about our sex life that got you this worked up, sweetheart ?” He whispered, voice low again your mouth, tongue poking out to slightly lick the corner of your lips.

Letting out a small whine, you chased his mouth, “I don’t know…” you muttered between kisses, cheeks glowing red at the thought of even admitting such a thing to him.

“You don’t know, huh ?” He smirked, lips tracing a path from your mouth down to your neck.

The faint scratch of his mustache on your skin was raising goosebumps in its wake as you gripped his shoulders, a soft moan slipping out of your mouth.

One of Bradley’s knees slid in between your legs, carefully applying pressure on your clothed core. Instinctively, you started to grind down on it. Very little back and forth movements that felt like heaven on your already wet pussy.

“Yeah… just like that, baby.” He praised, hands on your hips, helping you. “That pussy must be dripping for me, hm ?”

“Y—Yeah, fuck… ‘m so wet for you, Bradley…” you whined as your hips picked up the pace a little.

He nibbled the thin skin of your neck, immediately soothing the graze of his teeth with a languid pass of his tongue. The sensation was only adding to the delicious glide of your covered clit on his strong and steady thigh.

“It’s okay if the conversation at the Hard Deck turned you on…” he cooed, “it turned me on.”

Your hips stuttered slightly at his words, eyes widening. Bradley lifted his head from the crook of your neck, half lidded eyes, darken from lust, boring straight into yours.

“Really ?” You asked in a breathless voice.

Briefly, his gaze went down to your lips.

“Yeah.”

He leaned in, capturing your lips in another kiss you eagerly retuned, your arms coming around his waist to bring him impossibly closer to you, almost trying to morph your two bodies together.

His tongue briefly caressed your bottom lip, to which you slightly opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to explore you, tangling with yours. And you let out a drawn out moan into his mouth when he pressed you down on his thigh and clenched his muscles.

“Yeah,” he repeated when he pulled away from you, voice hoarse and lips glistening with both of your spit, “I like that I’m the only one who knows how good my girl is for me. That’s what you are, isn’t ?”

Nodding hastily, you let out a cry when your clit caught just right on the seam of your jeans with a roll of your hips. You went to bury your face in his neck, but Bradley was quick to catch your chin, forcing your head back up and making you look at him.

“Say it for me, baby.”

“I’m—“ a pathetic little whine left your lips, “I’m your good girl.”

His lips stretched out in a proud smile, “yeah you are.” He cooed, pressing a kiss just under your ear.

Your hips sped up a bit as you felt your high approaching. His feverish kisses, his words, the delicious flex of his thigh under you had your head spinning.

“Bradley— fuck,” you cried out, “can I cum, please ?”

As soon as the question left your lips, he retracted his thigh, leaving the space between your legs empty. The ache in your engorged clit felt almost painful.

Whining out in pure desperation, you tightened your hold around his waist, refraining him from distancing himself further.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed you, big hands coming up to cup your cheeks and brush some of your hair back from your already sweaty forehead, “it’s alright, baby. I just think you deserve more than my thigh to cum, don’t you agree ?”

He could see your eyes illuminate as you eagerly nodded.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckled, gently loosening the tight grip you had on his waist. “Get on the bed for me, sweetheart. Take your clothes off.”

Bradley didn’t think he had ever seen anyone get undressed that quickly. He watched you intensely, appreciative eyes raking over your uncovering form as he slowly unbuckled his belt.

You practically jumped on the bed once you were naked, sitting on the edge of it, your legs instinctively fell open for him, and he swore he saw you shiver when his belt hit the floor with a metal clink.

He made his way to the edge of the bed. Your pupils were blown wide and Bradley could see it even from this distance. Slowly, he got down on his knees as your eyes avidly took him in.

His lips traded little open mouthed kisses on the inside of your thighs and you could feel his smile on your skin.

“What’s so funny ?” You asked, voice strained, a bit worried he was laughing at you.

He looked up at you, “I wonder what the squad would think if they saw you like that, all spread out for me, listening to my every word…” he kissed the top of your twitching clit, “pussy fucking dripping just because I called you my good girl.”

Moaning out, you felt yourself clench around nothing.

“Bradley… please.” You pleaded, the need burning in your core becoming physically unbearable.

“Who am I to refuse when you ask so sweetly like that ?” He cooed, affectionately squeezing your thighs as he settled them carefully on top of his shoulders.

In a way, the squad hadn’t been entirely wrong. Bradley was devoted to you, in every sense of the term. He listened to you diligently, obeyed your every word, pleased your every request, worshipped the ground you walked on…

But they all thought he did it all because you commanded it of him.

And in that way ? They couldn’t have been more wrong.

Looking at you, his mouth sucked on your clit once, “eyes on me, or I’ll stop.”

Oh, fuck.

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Author’s note : just a little something short and fun to try and post more regularly ! This is not at all what I usually write, it’s almost all dialogues and very little description but I had a lot of fun writing it !!

I seriously not give enough love to my boy Bradley. Like everytime I get a fic idea for him i’m like ‘oh yeah but imagine that with Jake though’, and even in a Bradley fic he is omnipresent, sorry I’m obsessed with that guy.

Also I looove writing squad dynamics like that, I love them they are so fun !

I enjoyed trying out this new type of one shot so don’t hesitate to tell me if it sucked or if you’d like to see more !

Hope you liked it !!💞💞

[the-shedevil-writes]

Build-A-Bear (Bob Floyd x Reader)

DESCRIPTION: Ever since you started dating Bob, his wardrobe’s had a serious glow-up, thanks to your love of dressing him up like your own personal Build-A-Bear. But on a lazy mall day, you challenge him to return the favor, asking him to pick out an outfit for you. WORD COUNT: 2.8k WARNINGS: Fluff/Domestic fluff, Reader loves gift giving, jokes/implications of smut. NOTES: Happy 4th! Here's me manifesting a boyfriend to dress up. MY MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3!

Dressing up Bob was Y/n’s favorite thing to do. And the man never protested. How could he when he’d show up to The Hard Deck in an outfit she had picked to impress the Dagger Squad? His style had improved drastically since starting to date her. 

It began with her giving him simple shirts that were a little nicer than his old ones. Some of his old shirts were still from high school, so it was nice to have some options that didn’t look like rags. She was a gift-giver, and Bob had to quickly get used to that. Then it slowly devolved to him asking her for fashion advice just to see her face light up with excitement. 

What Bob enjoyed about it, was that she never put him in clothes that didn’t match his vibe. She never tried to make him into someone he’s not- with leather jackets or sports jerseys. The outfits were usually simple and practical. A more simplistic T-shirt that fit him a little more snugly than his old ones, tucked into a nice pair of jeans or slacks. She’d find a matching baseball cap or dad hat. It had gotten to the point where they shared a collection of hats. They loved gifting each other caps, just to add to the pile they could dig through before leaving. 

And she never made him take off his glasses. She never asked him to get contacts. And when he asked her why she never suggested it, she smiled.

“I think they’re cute.” 

No one had ever said that before. The military-grade wireframes were just a little too big for his face, and they looked like they were plucked straight from an 80s movie. But they were the only ones he was allowed to wear that didn’t look like swim goggles. 

So when his girl said that, he couldn’t help the smile and red blush that spread across his apple cheeks. The compliment was so simple, yet every time he wore his glasses, he thought of it and felt his heart melt into a puddle.

It was a warm Saturday morning, and Bob walked into the bedroom to find his girlfriend combing through her closet. She popped her hip out and put her hand to her chin in thought. Bob leaned against the door frame.

“Where you headed?” He asked curiously

She turned, “I think it’s a good day to go to the mall. Wanna come with?” 

Bob nodded. A day at the mall with his girl sounded perfect, and it’s not like he had anything else to do. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder, and she reached up to pat his cheek. As she scratched the back of his scalp, he closed his eyes relaxed. 

“Wanna dress me?” He asked

And he got the reaction he always did. A beaming smile from her and a very eager nod. 

“I was thinking about getting some new shirts for you today, too.” She said, smiling.

He chuckled, “Baby, you do too much.” 

She shrugged and looked at their reflection in the closet mirror. After a moment, a mischievous grin appeared on her face. 

“I have an idea.” 

Bob raised a brow. “Should I be scared?”

“I need some new clothes myself. How about… I dress you and you dress me? Maybe then you’ll understand why I love dressing you up so much.” 

He smiled shyly and shook his head. “Oh, I know nothing about fashion, though.”

“There’s gotta be things you wanna see me in.” She smirked a little, and that made Bob blush and huff again, “I mean- you like it when I wear certain things too.” He hated that his mind went immediately to her bathing suits. But then he also remembered some of the dresses she’d wear to The Hard Deck. He loved seeing her legs and anything that accentuated her hips. But he’d never specifically ask her to wear anything like that. He didn’t want her to be uncomfortable for his sake. 

“Okay, but we don’t have to buy anything I pick out.” He said softly

“It’ll be great. Here- why don’t we start at home first? Test run. I’ll dress you, then you dress me.” She said, turning around to be face to face him now.

He nodded.

Thirty minutes later, he stood in a typical Y/n fit for him. A white T-shirt, this one a little baggier, tucked into brow corduroy trousers and a belt. She put a navy blue hat on him that they had gotten from the Top Gun store. Well, he had bought it for her, and she loved making him wear it. Her tongue stuck out of her lip as she focused on adjusting his hair under the hat. A watch laid on his wrist, and he stood in a pair of brown Doc-like shoes.

“There.” She stood back, looking over his outfit, pleased with herself. “You look very handsome, Lieutenant Floyd.” 

He blushed at the title, “Only because of you.”

Her eyes lit up. “My turn.” She led him to the closet and opened it. “Go ahead. Have at it.” His eyes widened, and he walked up to her side of the closet. “I-I don’t even know where to start.”

She laughed, and he started combing through the racks. He tried to think of some outfits that she had worn before. What were some things that she liked to wear? It was a warmer day, but he also knew she got cold easily, so he needed to find something lightweight that covered her arms for when they were indoors. 

He brought out a soft green button-up top that he liked the material of. He showed it to her with a hesitant eyebrow raise, and she laughed.

“Yes, I can wear that.”

He looked back at the closet and went to the section of the bottoms. He found a pair of tan linen shorts and put the two hangers together. His brows scrunched up, trying to figure out if it was a good match before nodding to himself. The whole time, he could hear her giggle as she watched him through his thought process. He picked out a dark brown belt and a khaki Ralph Lauren jacket that he knew fit a little oversized on her. 

“Would this work?” He asked, showing her the hangers.

She smiled and looked over his choices. “Yes. I think this would be great.” 

After she got dressed, she spun for Bob. He did a pretty good job. No clashing colors and the fit of everything was nice. 

“Look at you. You’re a natural.” She commented, “I’m gonna wear this combination more.”

He was too busy staring in awe to respond. Yeah, he was starting to understand why she loved dressing him so much. She looked so pretty, and even though she always did in his eyes, he took this new sense of pride in picking that outfit. His hand was to his mouth as he admired her. She let the jacket hang over her shoulders, showing the outline of her body in the shirt and shorts. 

She noticed his silence and giggled, “You get it now?”

He nodded with a blushing smile. “Yes. Yes, I get it now.”

“It’s like having a human Build-A-Bear.” She nodded enthusiastically, making him suddenly laugh loudly.

“Yeah-yeah, I guess it’s a little like that.” He smiled. 

She put her hand out, and when he took it, she pulled him off the bed. She looked up at him, and his heart pounded in his chest. They’d been dating for close to two years at this point and he still got butterflies looking at her. And the fact that she was wearing the outfit he put together just intensified it. 

He gently brushed her hair out of her face.

“Ready to go, pretty girl?” He asked

She nodded, “Yup! Wanna hit Hard Deck after the mall? I think Bradley said something about wanting to get a group to go tonight.”

“Would love to.” He kissed her forehead.

Usually at H&M, it was Y/n scouring the sales racks while Bob followed her around like a lost dog. He’d sometimes hold onto a bag of greasy mall food so they could share. She’d look through both the men's and women's sections because she knew there’d be stuff for either one of them. And he’d talk and joke with her. If she pulled out a shirt for him, he’d say whether he liked it or not, which was usually a passive yes. 

But now he was trying to participate with her. She looked up at him with a smile as he looked through the racks… Still lost. He picked out what seemingly looked like a strip of fabric. 

“Is this a… skirt? Or a bandana?” He asked 

She laughed, “Tube top. I don’t really wear those much.”

He put it back. “Alrighty.” He timidly looked around. 

She gasped and grabbed a sage green Carhartt sweater. “This would be very cute on you. What do you think?” 

He rubbed his neck with a smile, “Baby, you know I’ll wear quite literally anything. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

She laughed and draped the sweater on her arm. “Here, I’ll give you some pointers for me. I don’t wear many tube tops. Any tight clubbing dresses won’t really be of use to me because I have some already. So I’m looking for just nicer casual clothes.”

He nodded, understanding. Okay, that narrows it down. Combing through the racks, he still wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Yeah, sure, there were graphic T-shirts that said Harvard and New York on them, but he was a little confused, considering neither of them had a connection there. Why would they wear something with a random city or college on it?

Then he paused once he hit the dresses. His eyes immediately froze on a short white halter dress, and when he looked closer, he found little embroidered cherries all over it. He pictured her wearing it, and a small smile appeared on his face. But he also didn’t know if this was casual enough. He also couldn’t tell if she’d find it tacky, which he knew she tended to do with prints. 

He looked up and saw her looking down another aisle. She heard him pause and looked over her shoulder. “Find something?”

“I don’t know.” He said conflicted, “I don’t know if you’ll like it.” She walked over to the opposite side of his rack. “Show me.”

He pulled out the dress and held it up delicately- as if it were a bomb.

“That’s so cute! I’ll try it on.” She smiled, “Pick some more out.”

Bob sighed with relief and nodded. 

Somehow, in thirty minutes, Bob ended up finding more things for her to try on than vice versa. Her face lit up at that fact, and she was practically skipping to the dressing rooms. They swapped hangers, and she went first. Now this was something Bob was a little more used to. He’d sit on the designated boyfriend couch or chair that most dressing rooms had, and wait for her to come out to show him the options.

But now it felt a little different. Now he was actively involved instead of a passive spectator. There felt like stakes- like if he didn’t pick out anything good, he’d be walking out a little embarrassed.

“BOB!” She squealed from inside the dressing room, and he perked up nervously. Oh god. Did he get the wrong size? Did she hate it? “You’re good at this!” She giggled.

He sighed in relief again. 

She came out a few seconds after in a simple white V-neck sweater with a navy blue stripe across it. A fitted denim skirt showed underneath, and Bob felt like he was going to die. It showed off her legs, and she looked simply beautiful in the outfit. The grin on his face couldn’t be replicated.

She posed and gave a little spin, and his whole face went completely red. And this was just outfit one. “I like it! This is definitely a keeper.” 

“I-I really like it. You look comfy.” 

“The material is so nice.” She said, feeling the soft fabric of the sweater.

He nodded. He couldn’t lie that the feel of the fabric was really a driving factor. It was already a reason why he picked out the shirt she was wearing that day. He liked being able to hold her and feel something soft rather than something hard and tight.

She went back into the dressing room, and Bob was unsure if he was gonna survive this. 

There were a few more outfits. A sleeveless polo top with some nice jeans. A few retro-looking oversized shirts, he knew she’d probably pair with some bike shorts. And then a few nicer blouses that were more of a gamble for him to decide. 

“I’d say yes to all of these if we had the money.” She chuckled in a blouse and the shorts she came in wearing. “I think I’m gonna go with that sweater, the jeans, and a few of the shirts. But I’ve still got that dress to try on.” 

He nodded. Hell, he’d buy the rest of the clothes for her. His love language was much more acts of service and physical touch. But this whole trip was making him understand why she’d come home with a new shirt or cap for him after a day out. 

She walked back in and, after a few moments, peeked her head out the door. 

“Oh. I’m getting this.” She said with an excited smirk before walking out.

Bob’s eyes popped out of his skull as she came out in the little white dress that he had picked out. It fit her perfectly and wrapped snugly around her waist before flaring out. The deep cut of the halter was well… pleasing to Bob for a multitude of reasons. 

“I’m gonna wear this tonight.” She declared, giving him a spin.

“Jesus C-hrist-” He stammered, his heart hammering and all the blood rushing to his cheeks and ears. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She said, laughing. “I love it. Jeez, I’m taking you with me shopping more often. You find good stuff.”

He nodded eagerly. “Please.” His voice was small.

That night at The Hard Deck, the couple walked in dressed in their new clothes. Y/n strutted in her new dress and a pair of sandals. She had decorated herself with jewelry and put her hair up. Bob held her hand in a maroon Henley with a white tee underneath. A pair of dark wash jeans down his legs and the same navy blue hat from earlier. They slightly matched, but it wasn’t in a cheesy way. His layered shirts matched the print on her dress.

As they walked up to the usual pool table, Hangman whistled at their arrival.

“Look at you two! All dolled up for little old us.” He teased

Phoenix looked up as she was leaning on the pool table, aiming. Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy all turned and smiled.

“We went to the mall today!” Y/n reported excitedly.

Bob nodded in confirmation.

“God bless you, Y/n. Bob actually looks presentable now.” Phoenix said before shooting her ball and sending a solid into a pocket.

Rooster snorted, “Yeah, he’s not wearing anything to do with the Navy or video games. He didn’t know a damn thing about dressing himself.” 

The group laughed, and Bob smiled, shrugging.

“Well, actually, Bob picked out this dress for me, too,” She explained.

“No shot.” Payback laughed.

“It’s true!” She said, “I found out today he’s way too good at picking out clothes for me. Almost bought a whole new wardrobe.”

Phoenix eyed the dress, “Good job, Bob.”

Bob smiled shyly. “She’s always picking out my clothes, so she asked me to do the same for her. It’s-it’s fun.”

Hangman lined his shot up, clearly his turn. “Take the man to Victoria’s Secret next.” Rooster smacked him upright the head. “WHAT? I’m just saying. Every guy loves that.”

Y/n gasped with a smile, “Wait! That’s genius.”

Bob choked and coughed in shock, making the group laugh again. 

“You’re welcome,” Hangman smirked, shooting the ball.

She looked over at Bob with a mischievous smile. Leaning in, she whispered, “You’re off tomorrow, right?”

He nodded, and she simply flashed him a knowing look and then went over to properly greet Fanboy and Payback. Bob stood frozen and blinking, admiring how gorgeous she looked. Especially as she laughed, her glossed lips curving up. Her golden necklace flashed under the warm lights of the bar, and it rested right on the skin revealed in her halter. It made his breath hitch. 

A new sense of excitement built up in him. Considering she loved to dress herself, he knew it wouldn’t be an everyday thing. But he looked forward to the next time she’d ask him what to wear- now that he knew what it felt like to see her proudly show off his handiwork. That had to be another reason why she loved to dress him. He had her name written all over him. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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Put a Ring on It

Jake is an impatient man, even more so when it comes to you. When he sees you for the first time in months, his self-restraint is tested. Spoiler: he doesn't pass.

▸ PAIRING & WC: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader — 3.4K ▸ WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, pwp, semi-public, inappropriate use of naval academy class ring (fully inspired by inappropriate use of malfoy signet ring lol), fingering, dirty talk, lots of cursing ▸ A/N: currently in my established relationship pwp era so here's another one. been thinking about that ring for a while now. please mind the warnings!

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Fucking Hangman and his fucking fragile ego. And his fucking hand.

It’s true that the situation isn’t exactly ideal – you fly in to visit for the weekend, taking only a couple of days off from work to spend time with your boyfriend, who’s currently off on a special assignment at the San Diego base. You haven’t seen Jake in two months; with him constantly on the road and you buried in meetings with your current project, it’s virtually impossible to find the days to actually fly to see each other. 

To say he is deprived is a massive understatement.

When you arrive on base, he pulls you into a crushing kiss. Literally crushing. His arms, which have probably gotten even bigger since you last saw him, are wrapped around you as his lips capture yours. His moan reverberates throughout your entire body. You barely notice his squadmates jeering and booing around you. When he slips his tongue past your lips, as much as you enjoy it, you know it’s time to stop.

After all, you are on government property and they probably have the authority to hold you prisoner should you commit indecent exposure.

“Jake,” you breathe, pushing at his chest for him to release you. He continues peppering your face with kisses, and a laugh bubbles up your throat. “Okay, okay. I get it, you missed me.”

He hums, his hair coiffed back, ruffled in the wind. Your heart somersaults in your chest. Sometimes you forget to truly appreciate how attractive he is. Neatly trimmed dirty blonde hair, strong jawline, that stupidly gorgeous grin. Don’t get you started on his hands. You marveled over them enough the first time you met and he’s definitely shown you how talented he can be with them. 

“Been too long, sweetheart,” he whispers, nuzzling his face into your neck. You can feel his mouth begin to work on you again and, before you fall apart in front of his teammates, you gently nudge him away, pulling an annoyed grunt from his lips. “Killin’ me,” he mutters.

“Not in front of your team, Seresin.”

When Rooster calls your name, you perk up and shoot him a smile. “Are you coming to the barbecue tonight?” He asks. 

Jake groans. “Absolutely the fuck not. I need some quality time.”

“What barbecue?” You cock an eyebrow at the two of them.

“Hangman didn’t tell you? We have a beach barbecue at The Hard Deck later. Whole squad’s going to be there and obviously Penny and Mav are setting everything up. Took us a couple of weeks to get everyone together. Even Coyote’s girlfriend is coming.”

Well, now you have no choice. You look at Jake who’s already groaning, preemptively reacting to your response. You shoot him a look telling him to behave before turning back to Rooster with a tight smile. “Of course we’ll be there.” 

Rooster grins, “Awesome, I’ll catch you there. I need to drop off some of my stuff first.”

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me,” Jake says, a hand on his wounded heart. Ever the drama queen.

Rolling your eyes, you sigh, “We can’t not go, Jake. The crew’s going to be there, along with your bosses, might I add.”

“They’re just going to eat and get drunk.”

“Exactly what I want to do after the week I’ve had.”

Jake stands in front of you, hands grasping your waist as he pulls you close and ducks his head to kiss you again. “I know how to get you to relax, release all that pent-up tension.” 

Heat crawls up your neck as you feel the pulsing between your legs. Jake isn’t the only one who’s been particularly needy. You’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve had your hand down there. While you can still satisfy yourself, it isn’t the same as having Jake there with his veined hands, lickable abs, and filthy words. 

Phone sex is a common occurrence, but you’re only left wanting more. 

Before Jake can get you even more hot and bothered, you lick your lips and hold him at arm’s length. You make sure his grabby hands stay in yours, foiling his every attempt to grope you in public. There are officers around for god’s sake. “We’ll stay for an hour, say our hi’s, get some food and drinks, then we’ll head back to your place,” you try to reassure him. 

“You and your desire to please people will cock block me to hell, sweetheart,” Jake grunts. “You say an hour and I already know we’ll be staying there well past.” 

“No, it’ll just be an hour. I promise.”

Jake learns early on in your relationship that there are certain promises you do not keep. Although you are great at holding yourself accountable for things revolving around him, the chances of those promises coming true slim down to near zero when other people are involved. Too many times have you promised him you’ll only stay an hour – particularly at boring events that you drag him to (or he drags you to) – because you feel terrible if you don’t offer the host the time and appreciation they deserve for organizing. 

And you love Penny. That woman is impossible to adore. No one else can keep Mav on his toes like her. Thus, Jake certainly expects you to give her your utmost effort to be present.

Proving his point right, you and he are currently on hour number two. You try to ignore how restless Jake is getting. He’s rocking on the balls of his feet, grumbling under his breath, his hands beginning to wander again. The annoyed jitters radiating off him seem to amuse the others, especially as you’re striving to give whoever you’re speaking to your full undivided attention. 

So far, it has been Penny, Mav, Nat, Bob, and Javy. The current one on your list is Bradley, who’s going on and on about the training they did today. With at least three drinks in his system, nobody can get Bradley to shut up. 

You’re nodding along to the story, throwing in a few questions here and there to toss Bradley off the scent. The scent being Jake’s hand continuously sliding up your leg and under your skirt. You swat his hand away, yanking it off you every few minutes or so, but he is relentless. Thankfully, the two of you stand with your backs towards the ocean, and everyone else is in front of you. None of them the wiser to the shit Jake is pulling behind your back, literally.  

Jake’s large hand cups your asscheek and massages it slowly, pulling them apart until you can feel even your pussy lips parting. The light breeze that sneaks into your underwear has you freezing. Your subtle efforts to remove his hand are to no avail. Instead, knowing he overpowers your grip, he only gets bolder. 

His hand alternates between squeezing your ass and tracing the line of your panties. You bite back a shiver every time he does. You can feel wetness pooling between your legs, and how damp your underwear has probably gotten. At this point, you aren’t hearing a single word coming out of Bradley’s mouth anymore. Fortunately, you don’t think Bradley fully comprehends whatever he’s saying either. He’s stumbling slightly on the sand, close to toppling over each time. 

Jake doesn’t even try to help and you can’t bring yourself to either, not when Jake is tempting you so deliciously. 

When Jake carefully runs a finger over your slit over your damp panties, you feel your brain fogging up. Bradley’s words are beginning to blur together, and so is his face. Jake smirks proudly, sensing how distracted you are even as his squadmate drones on. 

Fucking asshole. 

His index finger slips underneath the fabric, tugging it slightly to the side as he runs it over your bare pussy. You can feel him collect your juice slowly and use it to drag his fingers along your lips. Struggling to swallow a moan, you let your eyes slip shut only momentarily, hoping that Bradley doesn’t catch on. However, when Jake dips not one, but two fingers into you, a squeak escapes your lips before you can catch it. 

Your cheeks immediately flame with the sound. While Bradley is drunk, he isn’t completely inebriated. 

He stops halfway through his sentence as he frowns. You can’t bring yourself to say a single thing, your face tight and body tense. Meanwhile, you don’t even need to look over at Jake to see how pleased he looks with himself. Bradley’s eyes dart between the two of you, the realization slowly sinks in as he begins to trip backwards. The panic sets quickly on his face.

“Oh no. No, no. I’m not going to be around for this. There are things I wish I did not know and this is one of them. You guys are nasty,” he manages to get out before he is rushing away towards Nat. He wraps an arm around her and you can hear him ask her to protect him from potentially scarring his eyeballs. 

This team is built on drama queens. 

Jake’s hand disappears from your body only to wrap around your hand as he drags you inside. He ignores your protests as he whisks you past Penny and Mav, one of which is looking at you knowingly and the latter who raises a confused brow. 

Your boyfriend leads you, fighting to keep up with his long legs, towards the back area, into a hallway hidden from the crowd outside. He wastes no time before he’s pressing you up against the wall and dropping his head to capture your lips. A moan involuntarily rises from your throat now that no one is around. 

Your hands slide up his toned arms and wrap around his neck as you pull him in deeper, relishing in the feel of his fit form against your soft body. Jake is all sharp lines and hard edges, a figure he maintains very proudly. You can taste the beer on his tongue as you breathe in a scent that’s so undeniably him.  

Even kissing him is doing wonders in getting you one step closer to satisfying your wanton need. Your mind doesn’t think twice as you let your hands explore the body that you’ve missed for so long. Your nails drag along his neck, down his chest, unbuttoning his beige uniform along the way. 

“Let me hear you, sweetheart,” Jake grunts as he hikes your skirt up around your hips. He hisses when he sees the wet spot on your panties. “Fuck, look at you. You’re so wet, darlin’. You miss me? Miss my hands on you?”

You bite back a whimper when Jake presses a thumb against the spot, rubbing the lace deeper into your pussy to collect more moisture. “Jake, please, you’ve been teasing all night,” you groan. 

“Yeah? Where do you want me?” 

“Want your fingers inside, please,” you whine, fingers digging into his forearm as he uses his knee to separate your legs. With his thigh against your core, you’re likely beginning to soak his pants, especially when he nudges against you. 

“Ask nicely,” Jake whispers in your ear, chuckling when you growl at him. 

“Seresin, you better move it along or I might find someone else who’ll do the work,” you bite back. When you attempt to pull away, Jake moves faster. One hand swoops and fastens up both your arms above your head, his hips pin you against the hard surface, and the other cups your cheek. A strangely intimate gesture despite the mess he’s put you in. “Fuck you,” you snap at him.

“Oh, you’d like that,” he teases, eyes twinkling devilishly. “You look so pretty when you can’t go anywhere. Trapped with me.”

You hate, but secretly enjoy, that that does the trick for you. Your cunt tightens involuntarily. This is your form of foreplay. The mocking, the banter. You love that he can overpower you, love how easily he cages you in. 

“God, I missed you,” Jake leans in and kisses you again, just enough to leave you wanting more. When he backs away slightly, you find yourself chasing after him. The taste of him and the warmth of him. “Missed this pretty pussy even more.”

“Then put your hands on me,” you say through gritted teeth. 

“Your wish is my command.” He looks down at you, blue-green eyes almost iridescent as they observe you with rapt attention. The back of his hand skims your jaw, fingers brushing against your lips. His eyes darken into shadows when, as he grazes his ring down your throat, your breath hitches. The metal is cool against your heated skin, a brief reprieve in the slow torture he puts you through. His hand journeys further down along your cleavage, visible above the neckline of your dress. From his height, he has a front row seat to the curves of your tits. “Fucking stunning,” he mutters to himself. 

Your skirt is still pooled around your hips, the hem swiping the back of your legs. His hand continues its path south until he’s touching you again, fingertips delicate above the fabric. 

“And these panties,” Jake huffs, “my favorite.”

You knew what you were doing when you got freshened up earlier. The underwear was an easy pick - a little red number with delicate floral lace trimming. The back barely covers your ass cheeks, giving him easy access to his actions throughout the night. 

The friction of the lace against your sensitive pussy has you squirming, his fingers urging the flimsy fabric against your skin. Your head falls back with a thud against the wood. His touch is insistent as he encourages the pulsing squeezing your insides. 

Jake flits his fingers around the fabric, shoving it to the side like he did earlier. Instead of putting them inside you, he continues to tease your lips. Every time he touches you just a little firmer, a little deeper, you press your thighs together. His US Naval Academy class ring imprints against your thigh. 

There’s something about the feeling of it. A consistent reminder that it’s there. A reminder of his role in the Navy. There’s something about that power that has your stomach flipping. He’s not only competent in taking care of you, but they put this man in an aircraft to keep this country safe. 

A large part of you loves that. You adore how protected it makes you. But also how small it makes you feel. 

As your thoughts spiral around the implications of his little piece of jewelry, he is slipping a finger past your folds. Your juices are coating the digits, making it easier and easier to push into you. He alternates between sinking deep inside of you, scraping your walls with determination, and stroking the outsides lightly, a gentle tease that has you fidgeting for more. You’re tempted to descend on his fingers, using him to fuck yourself, but Jake doesn’t allow that to happen. 

He brings his hand slightly higher. When the ring’s engravings touch your clit, you inadvertently jolt. Damn you and your traitorous body. Ever the perceptive one, Jake’s eyes light up in understanding. As if he needs more ammo to use against you. 

“Oh, do you like that, sweetheart?” He beams, bright eyes sparkling in delight. “You like my ring on you?”

Another fuck you sits on the tip of your tongue, but it never comes out when he purposely presses the ruby against your clit. You jerk again in his touch, but he doesn’t slacken his touch. Every time you try to twist away from him, his grip tightens, bruising around your wrists as he rubs the cool stone against you. 

“You’re so filthy,” he says in your ear, teeth nipping your lobe. Your teeth clamp your tongue to prevent a moan from coming out. You refuse to give him the satisfaction. “Look at you squirming with my ring on you. So fucking naughty.”

Your breath leaves your lungs as you wrestle to control the electricity coursing through your veins. Every single fibre of your being comes alive, flares skyrocketing into the night as he thumbs your sensitive nub while his fingers continue exploring your insides. His fingers coil inside you in that delicious way that has your toes curling. “Jake, please,” you plead, “that feels so good, don’t stop.”

He pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly, going deeper each time. He goes knuckle-deep and you feel his ring buried inside you. The ridges are exquisite against your skin and the ring’s stone only adds to the width of his fingers. It fills you up fully. 

Tears prick your eyes at how wonderful everything feels. All of his movements – his large hand wrapped around your wrists, his fingers caressing your insides, the press of his ring impressing upon your skin – culminate in this tantalizing symphony of desire. Every single stroke is another melody in this performance, the tunes coming together in a beautiful composition. 

Your body is at the mercy of his hands as he continues his ministrations. He fingers you faster until you’re barely able to hold yourself up. Releasing your hands, he instead uses his free hand to grasp your jaw again, tilting your head so he can kiss you. He pushes his tongue through your lips and bends around yours. He tastes you until your knees nearly cave. 

“Jake, I can’t–” you gasp, “I can’t take it anymore. Please let me come.”

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous, sweetheart. Look at you so needy in my hands. I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.”

“Yes, fuck, only you,” you echo desperately, your hands now clinging to his shoulders to hold yourself up. You’re so close to your orgasm, the feeling climbing and chasing you through this maze of hunger. 

Jake’s chest rumbles with laughter. “Not what you were saying earlier, when you were threatening to go to someone else. Do you really think anyone else can make you feel the way I do? Do you think anyone else knows your body like I do?”

“N-no,” you stutter weakly. “Only you, Jake.” Another expletive leaves your mouth as he presses against that particularly effective spot. “Christ, if you don’t finish me right now–”

He clicks his tongue. “So impatient,” he murmurs, nipping your lip. But he does what you ask. His fingers move more intentionally as his other hand moves from the back of your neck to your front, forcing off the tiny straps of your dress until your upper half is exposed. 

As he torments your cunt, his other hand grabs your breast over your bra. The matching piece of lingerie is thin so you can feel his every squeeze, every pinch of your nipple. You’re writhing in his hands and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Your fingers bury in his shoulders as you whine, pussy clenching around his fingers. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that. Come for me,” he coaxes, his voice so gentle against the filthy squelching of your cunt. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

With a few more pumps and a brush of his thumb against your nipple, you fall apart in his hands. The climax wracks through your entire body like an earthquake, your entire being trembling with the pleasure that surges through you. Your pussy tightens around his fingers that are prolonging your orgasm. 

His fingers are a wet, sloppy mess and you look absolutely ruined. Your dress is barely clinging to you and your mind is still a haze of pure, unbridled lust. Jake, on the other hand, is smiling wide at you. Cocky prick. 

“Good?”

You huff, leaning against the wall as a last resort. “Good.”

When your eyes fall between his legs, you see the erection tenting his pants. Your mouth practically salivates at the sight, enticed. Your body signals that you’re ready for round two and Jake is in no state to be showing his face in front of his friends again. 

“Can’t wait to have your mouth on me tonight,” Jake grins.

You roll your eyes. The last thing you need is to feed his ego. You’ll never give him that sense of gratification. “In your fucking dreams, Seresin. After the stunt you pulled, you’re lucky if I don’t completely blue ball you tonight.” Slipping back into your dress, you push him off you, flicking your hair over your shoulder. 

His face falls as you walk away. “Wait, you’re kidding, right? Sweetheart, you wouldn’t do that to me!”

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Bob's Lonely Hearts Club

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: bob's all alone on valentines day. but not for much longer.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1.6k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ includes: fluff, fem main character, negative self-talk, morale boosting, fem mc becomes bobs hype man, implied sex, mentions of alcohol and drinking, bob gets kinda tipsy, hangman is kind of a douchebag but whats new

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: this is my first full fic on tumblr!! YYYAAAAAYYYY im so excited that its here! this idea has been collecting dust in my brain and my notes app literally since tgm came out in 2022, but im just so proud of myself for actually writing this and putting it out in the world. enjoy <333333

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Bob wouldn't really classify himself as a loner.

Sure he was quiet, preferring to take a back seat to the rambunctious chatter and lighthearted bickering the rest of his teammates were always up to, but they always included him in the conversation. Hangman particularly enjoyed ribbing him with jokes about his mouse-like demeanour, until Bob would throw some smack talk of his own, making the group erupt with laughter.

But tonight was different. It was Valentine's, and Bob was - by all accounts - a loner.

There were other patrons scattered across the Hard Deck, but nowhere near the regular amount on a typical Friday night.

He hadn't even realised the romantic holiday was coming up. It wasn't until a week prior when Fanboy hollered that he'd scored a date with someone he'd been chatting up on Bumble; his booming voice causing Bob’s pool cue to completely miss the ball.

From then on, it was all he heard from the Daggers. Payback had a dinner planned with his long-term partner, Rooster was going out with a woman he'd been casually seeing, and Coyote nonchalantly declared that he'd have no problem heading into town and picking up a cute chick on the day itself.

Hangman had let it slip that he and Phoenix were going to a drive-in cinema together, but any cheeky remarks from the rest of the team were left unsaid at the heat of Phoenix’s glare.

So there Bob was, sitting at the bar on Valentine's, nursing a drink and musing over everything he could've been doing instead. With the complexities and demands of his job, he'd rarely given much thought to his romantic life. Boy, was he regretting it.

His eyes bore into the random sports match playing on the bar’s TV, his brain only registering the vibrant colours and fast-paced movements.

"Hey, Bob."

A melodious voice broke him out of his daze. Behind the counter stood everyone's favourite, sweet-as-sugar Hard Deck employee. She gave him a small smile as she wiped down glasses and put them aside.

"Fancy seeing you here tonight. Thought you'd have somewhere more important to be."

His head tilted, like a curious puppy, making her giggle.

"Y'know, cause it's Valentine's?"

"Right!" Bob exclaimed. "Yeah, no, no plans. I don't have anywhere else to be, so..." His voice trailed off as her warm smile struck his soul. With sweaty palms, he raised his glass and took a swig of his drink.

"That's a surprise," she said.

"It is?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "I thought you'd have a cute date or something."

Bob's eyes widened and he quickly choked out a laugh, "Me? Oh, no, no I'm flattered but I'm not..." A wave of nausea rushed through his body - the words sticking to his throat. "I'm not really the ask-out-women type," he said as he stared into his glass. "Never been good at it."

And maybe it was the alcohol making him feel all fuzzy. Maybe it was the bar's dim lighting setting the mood. Or maybe it was the feeling of being almost alone with the attention of the stunning bartender-slash-waitress he maybe, sort of, definitely, had a crush on.

Something in the situation just made him feel... different. Trusting. Honest.

"I'm not confident like the rest of them," he confessed. "Hangman, Rooster, Coyote, they see someone they like and have no problem approaching them. Even if they didn't, there are plenty of people who come up and offer their numbers all the time. But I can't do that. Can't bring myself to talk to anybody like that. I'm not suave or charming like they are. Not cool or confident. I don't stand out in a crowd or attract any eyes from across the room. I'm just the guy in the background no one gives two cents about. Boring ol' Bob."

A silence hung between them, the static sports commentator voice floating through the air.

A tsunami of emotions whirled through him. On one hand, a weight had been lifted off him- a cathartic thrum in his chest at finally voicing the thoughts that'd tormented him for years. On the other hand, the admission of his feelings only made them more real and ever apparent to him. A dark cloud over his head, doomed to follow him.

"Excuse me?" she spat.

His head snapped up to find her eyes ablaze.

"Do you really think that?"

His mouth opened and closed like a fish but no words came out. Thankfully for him, she didn't give him time to reply.

"Bob, you’re an amazing person. You're kind, and sweet, and thoughtful. You're always there for others, helping them even when they don’t ask for it. You carry your friends out when they're too drunk to walk. You listen to them rant about their work and lives. And when you're here during closing you insist on helping us clean up; stacking the chairs and storing crates in the back. You’re this guardian angel looking out for everyone around you.

So what if you're not like Rooster or Hangman? Why would you wanna be anyone else anyways? You're an amazing person all on your own and you show it everyday."

Bob felt an overwhelming heat engulf his body. It was as though he'd stood at the entrance of an active volcano for a decade.

“You really think that?” he squeaked out.

“Yes! And if girls don't see that then screw them. Anyone with a functioning brain cell would be lucky to go out with you.”

Bob smiled shyly, "Well, I'm flattered-"

"I mean, you're literally a dream!" She continued, hands frantically wiping glasses and setting them down with a low thud. "Not only are you kindhearted but you're a dream to look at. It's honestly criminal how fit you are with your glasses making you look so cute, and kissable, and..."

Her voice trailed off as their eyes locked and she registered Bob's tomato-red face. Bob's heart pounded in his ears.

"Sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Bob wouldn't really classify himself as brave.

Sure he'd had a rare, unexpected surge of bravery when he joined the military - shocking everyone that knew him - but everything that came after was simply part of the job. Each day of suffering through grueling training to become a WSO had nothing to do with his bravery, but rather his tenacity and determination to show everyone what he could accomplish. What he was made of.

Buf in this moment, a rare moment in his life, Bob chose to be brave.

"What time do you get off from work?" he asked.

"Soon. In about an hour."

"And... do you have any plans after?"

"I was just gonna go home," she blushed, a smile painting across her face. "But you're most welcome to come with me."

"So Bob, how was your Valentine's?"

The Dagger Squad's chatter quieted down at Hangman's sudden question. The sounds of the Hard Deck filling the silence between them.

"It was good," Bob replied, leaning against a pillar and doing his best to act casual.

"Really? Get up to anything fun?"

"Stop it," Phoenix chided.

"What? I'm just asking," Hangman laughed, gliding about the pool table and lining up his shot as if he wasn't interrogating his teammate. "Wanna know if Baby-on-Board spent the night alone like I said he would."

The crack of his cue against the ball came as a comical sound effect to the shock everyone was smacked in the face with. Phoenix shook her head in disbelief and mouthed a 'sorry' to her WSO, which he waved off with an understanding smile.

"Well Hangman, since you're so desperate to know, I came here on Valentine's. And while I did start out alone, I ended up going home with someone."

Everyone's heads whipped towards him.

"No shit. Seriously?" Hangman chuckled. "Who is she? Who had the honour of being our Bobby's companion. Is she even real?"

It was at this time that she walked over to them, empty tray in hand. The woman who'd occupied Bob's head 24/7 ever since the night they shared together a week prior. The woman he'd confided in and poured his heart out to. The woman who held him and kissed his doubts away all night long. Her lips soft against his smooth skin, the heat of her body melded against his.

She moved with grace as she motioned for the team's empty glasses and bottles, everyone giving her polite smiles as she passed. Bob allowed his eyes to trail after her before turning his attention back to Hangman.

"I can assure you she is very real. She's an amazing woman, full of kindness and love. Adorable to boot. Honestly, I'm over the freaking moon that she even wants my company."

Their eyes met as she got closer to Bob, still pretending to be completely unaffected by the conversation at hand. Picking up the last empty bottle, she began to walk pass Bob to get back to the kitchen.

"And I'm most definitely taking her home with me tonight," Bob declared. Just as she passed, Bob raised his hand and let it fall with a swift smack! to her behind.

Jumping back in shock with a loud yelp, she turned to Bob, ready to tell him off, only to be met with his cheeky smirk and smitten eyes.

She huffed and glared at him, though there was no real heat behind her eyes. "We're leaving as soon as my shift is over."

"Yes ma'am," Bob smiled.

She scurried away as she failed to suppress the smile growing on her face.

He stared at her retreating figure unashamedly as the rest of the Daggers began whooping and hollering.

"Dude! No way!"

"How'd you pull her? What did you say?"

"My man! Knew you had that dog in ya!"

Their words fell on Bob's deaf ears, his head preoccupied with counting down to when he could finally leave with the woman of his dreams.

[starlord-s]

“for your hand.” you tell rooster gently as you hand him an ice pack. his fingers brush against yours as he takes it, and you try your best to ignore the rapid beating of your heart when they do.

“thanks.” he murmurs, hissing quietly when he presses the pack against his bloody knuckles.

you’re about to leave, when his voice calling your name recaptures your attention. you turn to look at him, a question on your face, and his eyes soften as he looks at you.

“why do you stay with him?”

the words don’t come as a surprise. you know how rooster feels about hangman, well, how they feel about each other. you’ve put up with countless date nights of jake discussing everything he hates about his frenemy in detail, even if both of them are damn good at their jobs. sometimes they can put their hatred of each other aside for the sake of the mission, maybe even share a drink once it’s done, but tonight has been one of those nights where they’ve taken things too far.

“he’s not so bad, bradley,” you sigh, tired of the topic of conversation before it’s even really gotten started. “well, not to me anyway. i know he can be a dick—“

“you got that right.”

“i’m not talking to you while you’re like this.” you turn on your heel again, but his hand closing around your wrist forces you to hear him out.

“i could treat you so much better.” bradley says softly and you practically melt into his touch.

snapping out of it, you tug your wrist out of his grip, “i need to go check on him.”

he nods, looking down at the ice pack he’s holding against his torn skin.

“it could’ve been you, you know,” you admit as you walk towards the door. “it could’ve been. you were just blinded at the time, and you only noticed me when he had me. you can’t stand him having something you don’t.”

rooster goes to respond but you’ve already left.

[bellarkeselection]

Sunset, Sand, and Bradshaw’s Meddling

Request - the reader is Bradleys friend and even the men did not like eachother at first, Bradley ships Jake with his friend. At a beach party another guy tries to flirt with her and Jake gets jealous and insecure. - thank you to the anonymous asker who sent me some ideas for Jake

Warning - this does include some hints to smut so 18+, minors you have been warned

“I'm not going, Bradley.”

My best friend gasped like I'd kicked his favorite puppy. Sitting on one of the couches in the break room on base I leaned back giving him a stern look. “Why not?”

“Because of what happened last time and what happens neatly every time you and Hangman are in a room together. You two get into a tussle over something and I have to be the one to break it up.”

Bradley rebuttaled back, crossing his arms lazily over his chest. “That's not true.”

“You literally fought for two weeks about who had the better vehicle. And I'm sorry to tell you but if I had to choose I'd pick the truck.”

He scoffed. “You told me you loved the Bronco.”

“I love the one you drive. But I wouldn't pick it for me to drive. I grew up on ridin’ in trucks.”

Bradley lowered his gaze briefly before coming to join me on the couch. He draped an over my shoulder bringing me closer as he gave me a smile. “Come on, Y/n. We haven’t hung out in forever.”

“Well I’m sorry that my job of making sure you and everyone else in the Navy is paid is interfering with our hanging out time, Rooster.” Meeting his gaze I shook my head playfully. “But still no.”

He threw his hands up frustrated. “What can I do to get you to come? It’s a beach party and I know you love going to the beach in the evening before the sun sets so you can take sunset pictures.”

“You’re my best friend, you tell me, Bradley Bradshaw.” Laying on my back I put my keys across his lap, with my arms crossed behind my head sending him a cheeky smile waiting to hear what his answer would be.

He pursed his lips thinking for a moment before he looked down at me. “I’ll do my best to not argue with Hangman and…..I’ll buy you chilli cheese dogs at your favorite food truck.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Lieutenant mustache.” Giving him a military salute with my hand I got up editing the room but not before hearing Bradley chuckle at my nickname for him.

Unaware he’d waited until I was far enough down the hallway where he took out his phone and sent a text to a certain green eyed Texas Aviator - Y/n’s coming tonight.

A few hours later the beach party was in full swing with the Dagger Squad playing Dogfight football and beer pong. I had joined in on beer pong until I caught sight of a perfect sunset I couldn’t pass up. The sun was dropping low, turning the whole beach gold, and I slipped away from the noise. Bradley was right. I always ended up here, barefoot in the sand, chasing the last bit of light like it owed me something. I lifted my camera, adjusting the focus, when a voice came from just behind my shoulder.

“You’ve got a keeper there.”

A scream slipped out of my mouth and I lost my grip where I nearly dropped my camera, turning my head sharply seeing a guy standing behind me. “Ahhh!”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on you. That’s a killer shot.” The strange guy had curly brown hair from what I could see with him being a few feet away, hands tucked into the pockets of his board shorts, expression warm and friendly.

“Oh,” I said, lowering the camera a little. “Thanks. The light’s perfect right now.”

He nodded toward the horizon. “You come out here a lot? You look like you know what you’re doing.”

“I mean….I try.” I laughed under my breath. “I’m not a pro or anything.”

“You could’ve fooled me.” He stepped closer enough to see the screen when I tilted the camera toward him. “Wow. That’s really good. You’ve got an eye for color.”

“Thanks. I just like catching moments before they disappear.”

“That’s a talent,” he said, and there was something genuine in his tone as he held out his hand. “I’m Mason, by the way.”

“Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” He smiled, soft and easy while we shook hands. “So… what got you into photography?”

I shifted my weight, letting the waves roll over my toes as I answered. “My mom used to take pictures of everything. I guess it stuck. I like freezing things that feel… temporary.”

“That’s a cool way to put it. If you ever need a model, I'd volunteer. I promise I’m good at following directions.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He grinned hearing a playful laugh come from my lips at his previous words. “I’m serious. You’ve got talent. And you look like you actually enjoy this.”

Mason stepped closer to me, opening his mouth to say something but he was cut off when someone ran past us and a hand shot past my shoulder so fast I barely registered it before my camera was gone.

“What the— Jake!” I spun around to see Jake Seresin standing a few feet away, my camera dangling from his hand like he’d just plucked a toy from a toddler. His grin was pure trouble, too sharp, smug, and entirely too pleased with himself.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he drawled, lifting the camera higher when I reached for it. “You’re gonna drop this thing letting strangers crowd you.”

“Jake. Give it back.”

“Nope.” He popped the “p” like he was enjoying himself way too much.

Mason blinked, clearly thrown. “Uh… I didn’t mean to-”

Jake didn’t even look at him. He just kept his eyes on me, that infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Lunging in his direction he stepped back, raising the camera over his head like he was six‑foot‑something of pure, petty chaos. Swatting my hands I did my best to reach for it but he had longer arms than me. “Jake! Stop! Give it you’re going to drop it!”

“Relax,” he said, backing farther into the sand. “I’ve got good hands.”

“Oh my god,” I groaned, half laughing despite myself. “You’re impossible.”

“I’ll, uh… let you two handle that.” Behind me, Mason cleared his throat. “Have a good night, Y/n.”

Slumping my shoulders I huffed towards the blonde aviator holding my camera hostage for no good reason. It was annoying. Although I guess I can’t complain it’s definitely better than him arguing with my best friend all the time. Shooting him a glare I scoffed at him. “Great, you scared him off.”

“I didn’t scare him off.” Jake shrugged, still holding my camera hostage. “He just got the hint.”

“What hint?!”

“That you don’t need him hovering over you.”

I stared at him, stunned. “He wasn’t hovering. We were talking.”

“Looked like hovering from where I was standing.”

Rolling my eyes I ran at him again where he bolted into a run away from me where we started a game of cat and mouse with my camera. Jake dangled the camera from its strap near my reach but the second my fingers barely brushed it he snatched it away. Clutching my hands into fists I growled under my breath. “Jake, give. It. Back.”

He tilted his head, eyes dancing. “Say please.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Then I guess I’m keeping it.”

“You don’t even know how to use it!”

“Sure I do,” he said, lifting it to his eye. “Point and click, right?”

“Jake!”

He held his arms open with a grin on his face as he laughed with such joy. “Come and get me, Y/n.”

Kicking up some sand I charged at him with all the strength I had, slamming into his chest where he unexpectedly lost his footing. Together we tumbled down to the sandy ground becoming a tangled set of arms and legs, covered in sand from head to toe. Jake landed on his back gripping onto the camera so it didn’t hit the ground and bust while his other arm wrapped around my waist holding me against him. My palms hit his bare chest, hair falling over his face and a thick blush covering my face realizing how close we were to each other.

“Jake….”

He whispered, keeping his green eyes focused on me. “Y/n….”

“Why did you scare off, Mason?. He wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

“Yes, he was.”

Blowing a raspberry in his face I pushed my hands on his chest, forcing myself upright to stand above him with my hands on my hips. “What the heck is wrong with you, Seresin. You just scared off a guy simply talking with me.”

“That was obvious flirting, sweetheart.”

Rolling my eyes I glanced over my shoulder towards Bradley who was lazily sitting in a beach chair with his sunglasses sitting on top of his head. He shifted his gaze in my direction, raising his fist and punching the air with a cheeky smirk playing on his lips for a reason I didn’t understand at all. “You’re jealous aren’t you?” Turning my attention back to the aviator I knitted my brows together.

“I’m not jealous. I can just tell when people shouldn’t be hovering over you.”

Stepping toward him in two quick strides there was barely any distance between us then. Gazes intensely locked on one another. “You don’t have any reason to be jealous. We are not a couple, Seresin.” Our chests were nearly touching and I could feel my breath mixing with his own. My mind was trying to still understand why my best friend was smirking at me while I was talking with someone he couldn’t stand.

“You’re right. We’re not.” He responded back to me, closing more of the almost invisible gap between us. Our noses brushing against each other.

“Jake….”

Opening my mouth I went to say more until he completely closed the gap, pressing his lips down onto mine with fierce determination. His hands cradled my face as I felt my camera hit me in the side as it swung from his movements but the strap was thankfully secured around his neck so it wouldn’t hit the sand. A gasp slipped out of my mouth shortly disappearing once I kissed him back with the same level of passion that apparently had been building inside of me.

Running my hands up his chest I wrapped my arms around his neck deepening it even more. He in turn moved one hand to the back of my head, tugging on some of my hair drawing a moan from me. And we would have remained like this if it wasn’t for the fact that we needed air to breathe. Jake drew back first panting heavily while he rested his forehead against mine, holding my face in his palms still.

“We’re not a couple. I know that. And I have tried to not fall in love with you, believe me I have tried.”

I attempted to cut him off. “You don’t have to explain.”

“Yes, I do. I know it’s not what you want to hear but I tried to not fall in love with you. I tried because you’re Bradshaw’s best friend meaning you probably wouldn’t be able to stand me. But it didn’t work because I am crazy in love with you Y/n.”

Messing with the hair at the nape of his neck I felt a huge grin spreading across my face at the deep confession I had just seen drawn out from Jake Hangman Seresin. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Neither can I.” He chuckled as his cheeks turned a light pink catching me off guard because I swear I’d never seen him insecure or embarrassed before. “But I couldn’t face the idea of someone else being with you ... .cause I love how you always take sunset pictures. I love that you aren’t afraid to tell me when I’m acting like an arrogant idiot and I love how you know what you want out of life. And now I’m just really hoping I can be the guy for you.”

“Bradley is sooo going to kick your ass for this.” Giggling up at him I tugged his lips down to meet mine again. He chuckled into the kiss, making me laugh at the feeling.

“He actually got me to come over here. Said somethin’ like who’s that guy talking with Y/n and something else. I stopped listening once he said your name.”

A laugh came out of my mouth, gently wrapping my fingers around the chain of his dog tags. “Sounds like I’ll have to thank him then. After I kick his butt for meddling in my love life.”

“What are you gonna do to me, darlin’?”

Biting my lip I hummed, pausing to think of a response. “Stealing my camera doesn’t make this look good for you, Hangman.”

“Definitely understand. But if I can make one suggestion, can you wait until tomorrow to kick my ass cause I’d really like to keep kissin’ you.”

Jumping up I wrapped my arms and legs around his neck and waist and thanks to his quick reflexes he didn’t even come close to dropping me. “Take me to bed or lose me forever, Jake Seresin.” Nuzzling my nose against his I found some confidence despite how pink my cheeks had turned.

Jake Seresin didn’t need to be told twice, he tightened his arms around my back rushing as fast as he could to his truck parked in the parking lot. He set me down on my feet fumbling with his car keys where it took him a minute to get my door opened. The drive I don’t recall simply because I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him, thinking that if I looked away I’d wake up from this unbelievable dream where he is in love with me. Eventually we’d ended up at his place stumbling through the front door and into his bedroom. His rough hands stilled from touching me any further when I trailed my hands down his chest, looping my fingers into the bottom of his shirt tugging on it.

Raising my gaze up to meet his sea-green eyes I felt a nervous feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. “Jake, are you alright?” He was currently watching me like he’s memorizing my face.

“I….uh….I don’t want to mess this up.”

“Why do you think you would?”

He shrugged his shoulders blushing a deep red with his breathing becoming uneven with every word. “I don’t know. I’ve just….ive wanted this for so long that - I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and wish this didn’t happen.“

Leaning up on my toes I grasped the fabric of his shirt, bringing his lips down onto mine with a faint tug of his collar. He stiffened briefly till I felt him loosen and let himself get lost in the short passionate kiss. “That isn’t gonna happen, Jake. I know you wouldn’t let that happen. Now are we going to do this or not?” Searching his facial expression I waited for his answer, knowing deep down I could get through the insecure side of this man.

It was like a switch had been flipped inside his head as he reached down grasping the bottom of his shirt yanking it up and over his head. He tossed it somewhere in the room, gently grasping the bottom of my shirt and slowly removing it. The next thing I did was bend down removing my own shorts and underneath and he removed his own. Jake took a step forward cupping my face again as we fell back onto the mattress, his body hovering above my own. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”

“Don’t you dare. Just kiss me please.” My hands found his bare chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath my fingertips.

Jake kissed me then, a deep, slow kiss that was both gentle and consuming. his eyes never leaving my face. My fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed my neck, my lips, sending shivers through me. Soon we became a mess of tangled limbs and wandering hands as we got lost in the feeling of each other. The pleasure and enjoyment came over until Jake separated from me flopping onto his back attempting to catch his breath. “I love you, Y/n.” He panted, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair.

“I love you too.” Rolling over onto my side I laid my head on his bare chest, grinning up at him as he leans down kissing my forehead softly.

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