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Kinktober 2024: Day 14

PROMPT: “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

KINK: Thigh Riding

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. SMUT (Thigh Riding. Dirty Talk)

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

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The hum of the engine faded as Tyler pulled the truck into the motel parking lot, the long day of chasing storms finally coming to an end. You could feel the weight of exhaustion pulling at your limbs, a deep yearning for a hot shower, comfortable clothes, and some well-deserved alone time with Tyler. The thought of sinking into the motel bed, wrapped up in his arms, was the only thing keeping you from passing out right then and there.

As the team climbed out of the truck, Boone stretched and grinned at everyone. “Hey, heard there’s a bonfire in the parking lot tonight, some other storm-chasing groups are getting together. Anyone up for it?”

Your heart sank. The last thing you wanted was more socializing. You were tired, covered in road dust, and all you wanted was a quiet night alone with Tyler. 

You glanced over at him, trying to catch his attention, hoping he’d see your hesitation and suggest heading to the motel instead. But before you could say a word, Tyler nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good. Count us in.”

You blinked, biting back a groan as disappointment settled over you. You’d been looking forward to some time alone with him all day, and now that plan had been thrown out the window. You swallowed your frustration and followed him to the room, already dreading the idea of a bonfire.

Inside the motel, you headed straight for the shower, letting the hot water wash away the dirt and fatigue from the day. As much as you wanted to enjoy the moment, your thoughts kept drifting to Tyler. Why didn’t he notice that you didn’t want to go to the bonfire? You knew it wasn’t fair to be upset with him, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted him to want to spend time with you too.

After your shower, you slipped into a simple dress, too tired to deal with pants. You stepped out of the bathroom, towel drying your hair, and saw Tyler sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes on you. He raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“I’m fine,” you replied, trying to brush it off.

He frowned slightly. “Did I say something?”

“No.”

“Did I do something?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Are you mad at me?” 

He stood and crossed the room, his brow furrowed in concern.

You avoided his gaze, fiddling with the towel in your hands. “No, I’m not mad at you.”

Tyler wasn’t buying it. He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to gently wrap around your waist. His touch was warm, familiar, and instantly comforting. 

He pulled you closer, forcing you to look at him. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

With a sigh, you leaned into him, resting your forehead against his chest. His arms tightened around you, and suddenly, you couldn’t hold it in any longer. 

“I don’t want to go to the bonfire,” you admitted quietly.

Tyler pulled back slightly, tilting his head to meet your gaze. “Okay, but… what’s the big deal? You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I can go for an hour, hang out with Boone and the others, then come back and spend the night with you.”

You rolled your eyes, exasperated that he wasn’t understanding the point. “It’s not the bonfire, Tyler. It’s… I wanted to be with you tonight. Alone. We’ve been on the road all day with the team, and I just—” You broke off, frustrated that you couldn’t put your feelings into words.

Realization dawned in his eyes, and he immediately softened. “Oh… I didn’t realize.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking genuinely sorry. “I thought you were just tired of socializing.”

You huffed, but your anger had already begun to dissolve. “I am, but it’s more than that. I miss being with you. Just us.”

Tyler’s expression shifted to guilt as he sat down on the bed, pulling you gently onto his lap. His hands settled on your waist, his thumbs stroking soothing circles against your sides. 

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t want to be with you. I just didn’t want to let Boone down. He’s been looking forward to the bonfire.” He whispered.

You sighed, resting your head against his shoulder. “I get that. I just… I was really hoping for some alone time tonight.”

He leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips lingering against yours. When he pulled back, his gaze was tender. “Okay, how about this: I’ll go to the bonfire for an hour, just to hang out and not bail on Boone. Then I’ll come right back up here, and we’ll have the rest of the night to ourselves. Just us. Sound like a deal?”

You looked up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I guess I can live with that.”

Tyler grinned, clearly relieved. He kissed you again, this time deeper, his hands tightening their hold on your waist. “Good, because I’ve been looking forward to some alone time with you too.”

You felt your heart swell, the earlier frustration fading into a warm glow. “You better not keep me waiting too long.”

He chuckled. “I won’t. An hour, tops.”

You stood, slipping off his lap as you reached for your shoes. “Okay, I’ll hold you to that.”

Tyler stood too, grabbing his jacket and giving you one last smirk. “Just keep the bed warm for me.”

An hour and twenty-eight minutes had passed since he walked out the door. Not that you were counting or anything.

You stood at the motel window, peering through the curtains at the parking lot below, scanning the small crowd gathered around the bonfire. A flicker of movement caught your eye. Tyler. There he was, lounging in a folding chair, a Budweiser in hand, laughing at something Boone had said. The firelight cast an amber glow over his face, highlighting his relaxed smile.

You sighed, feeling a mixture of frustration and guilt. You didn’t want to bother him, didn’t want to be that person who dragged him away from his friends just because you were waiting upstairs. But he had said he’d be back in an hour, and that was… well, almost a half-hour ago now.

Enough was enough. You grabbed your jacket and headed for the door.

As you made your way across the parking lot, the cool night air prickled your skin, adding to the butterflies swirling in your stomach. Tyler spotted you approaching, his face lighting up with that easy smile of his. He shifted in his chair, moving his hand from his thigh to gesture toward his lap.

“Hey, you decided to join us,” he said warmly, as you slid onto his lap and leaned your head against his shoulder.

You sighed, nestling into him. “No… I got tired of waiting for you.”

Tyler’s brow furrowed in confusion. He glanced at his phone, and you watched the realization dawn on him when he saw the time. His expression fell, and he cursed under his breath.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist. “I didn’t realize how late it was. You ready to go upstairs? I’ll come with you.”

You were about to respond when Tyler shifted underneath you, his strong leg adjusting to support your weight. The rough denim of his jeans brushed against you, sending an unexpected jolt of pleasure through your body. You bit your lip and squeezed your thighs reflexively, trying to ignore the sudden heat building between your legs.

Tyler noticed. His eyes darkened with curiosity as he shifted his leg again, this time deliberately, applying just a little more pressure. A soft gasp escaped your lips before you could stop it.

His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he looked around, subtly checking to see if anyone was paying attention. Boone and Lily were still deep in conversation on the other side of the fire, oblivious to the two of you. Dani and Dexter were nowhere to be seen, probably having called it a night.

“You okay?” Tyler asked in a low voice, his hand sliding from your waist to rest on your hip. 

He shifted his leg once more, and this time you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your hips slightly against him, the friction of his jeans against your core making your breath hitch.

He chuckled, his voice deep and teasing. “Does that feel good?”

You hummed softly in response, your eyes fluttering shut as your body instinctively moved in time with the slow rhythm Tyler was setting. His hand tightened on your hip, guiding you as you rocked gently against his thigh.

But just as the pleasure began to build, Tyler stopped, his hand stilling your movements. “Eyes open, baby,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur, just for you. “Look at me.”

His command sent a thrill through you, and your eyes snapped open, meeting his heated gaze. The smirk was gone, replaced by something deeper, something that made your pulse race. You could feel the tension between you, crackling like the fire behind you, but the moment was intimate, just the two of you despite the crowd.

Tyler shifted his leg again, pushing up against you with just enough pressure to make you gasp softly. Your breath came quicker as you tried to keep your eyes on him, but the pleasure was growing, making it harder to focus. His thumb brushed lightly against your hip, adding to the sensation as he began to set a slow, deliberate rhythm once more.

Your pulse thrummed in your ears, and every nerve in your body was focused on the way Tyler’s leg felt beneath you, the rough fabric of his jeans brushing your sensitive skin. The combination of his deep voice and commanding presence sent your body into overdrive.

“Just like that,” Tyler whispered, his lips dangerously close to your ear now, his breath warm against your skin. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Your gaze stayed locked on his, the firelight reflecting in his dark eyes as his smirk slowly returned. He looked so completely in control, and it only made you want him more.

Tyler’s gaze stayed locked on yours, his smirk deepening as he shifted his leg beneath you again. You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet, but the slow, steady rhythm he set against your core was making it nearly impossible. The friction from his jeans was just the right amount of rough, sending pulses of pleasure shooting through you with every slight movement.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “You’re getting close, aren’t you, baby?”

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice, low and rough with desire. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, but Tyler’s leg pressed up against you again, and you couldn’t stop the quiet gasp that escaped your lips. His arm tightened around your waist, holding you firmly in place as his mouth hovered just inches from your ear.

“Think you can hold out?” he murmured, his voice sending heat pooling low in your belly. “Or are you going to come right here? Where anyone could see you?”

His words made your breath hitch, the intensity of his gaze and the way his leg bounced lightly under you, created waves of pleasure that were quickly becoming impossible to resist.

“You gonna soak my thigh, baby?” Tyler’s voice was a low rumble, filled with teasing confidence as his leg bounced again, sending another shockwave of pleasure through you. “Let me feel how wet you are for me.”

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your body trembling as the slow, relentless rhythm he was creating with his leg pushed you closer and closer to the edge. His hand on your hip guided you, coaxing you to move just enough to increase the friction between your core and the rough denim beneath you.

You tried to hold it back, tried to keep quiet, but Tyler’s dirty whispers in your ear were undoing you. 

“You gonna come for me, baby?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin. “Right here on my lap, in front of everyone?”

The thought sent a thrill of both fear and excitement through you, your heart racing as your body tensed. You buried your face in his neck, your lips brushing against his collarbone as you tried to stifle the moans building in your throat.

Tyler chuckled softly, his leg bouncing up and down a little faster now, pushing you closer and closer to that edge. 

“Come on, baby,” he whispered, his lips grazing the side of your neck. “Let go. Let me feel you.”

Your breaths came out in short, uneven gasps, and your entire body was trembling as you rode the wave of pleasure he was creating. You bit down on your lip, trying desperately to stay quiet, but the pressure building inside you was too much to hold back.

With one final, perfectly timed bounce of his leg, your body gave in. You buried your face deeper into his neck, biting down on your lip to keep from crying out as the release washed over you. Your fingers clutched at his shoulders, and your hips pressed down hard against his thigh, riding out the waves of pleasure as quietly as you could manage.

Tyler’s arm around your waist tightened, holding you close as he whispered in your ear, “That’s it, baby… just like that.”

You trembled against him, trying to catch your breath, your entire body still buzzing from the intensity of the moment. Tyler’s smirk grew wider, clearly satisfied with what he’d just done to you. His hand slid up your back, soothing and protective as he whispered, “Good girl.”

As the high slowly ebbed away, you finally lifted your head from his shoulder, your cheeks flushed and your lips still slightly parted. Tyler’s eyes met yours, and the teasing glint in his gaze softened, replaced by a warmth that made your heart flutter.

“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, still catching your breath, feeling both embarrassed and exhilarated by what had just happened. Tyler chuckled quietly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead before whispering, “I think it’s time we head upstairs.”

Flyboy | Mini-series | Masterlist

Flyboy | Mini-series | Masterlist Top Gun: Maverick - Jake Seresin x Reader  Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader Genre: romance; fluff; angst; best friends to lovers Warnings:  general hangman being hangman; sexual tension; general cursing; will contain mentions of a break up / previous relationship; general use of pet names; fem!reader; pining; general naval / flying inaccuracies. Length: Mini-series (see chapter list below)

DISCLAIMER: all work posted here is purely fanfiction; it does not in any way purport to be an accurate representation of real life or the general workings of any institution.

Jake Seresin Masterlist

STATUS:

Series - complete

Flyboy universe burbs / one-shots / asks - ongoing (you can follow the tag “flyboy” / “flyboy universe” for related content; also because this masterlist is not always up to date)

Summary: Jake gets called back to TOPGUN the same time you’ve been granted a sabbatical from work. He invites you, his purely platonic best friend of years, to live with him for 6 months and you accept. Just two best friends kicking it back for 6 months in San Diego, Fightertown USA, right?

Series taglist: @blue-aconite @rosiahills22 @luckyladycreator2 @britty443 @yanak324 @rule107 @fuckyeahhangman @spidey-d00d @dempy @barista-library @alexwinchester23 @shakira-sasha @bxwitched @lumenseal @obiwankenobis-lap @prettybiching @littlebadariell @actuallybarb @beaner-life-23 @coco-loco-nut @criminalyetminimal @tragzerus @alana4610 @tkmarvel-divergentbish @kilojulietsierra @imagineyneyjr @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @ive-got-more-wit @fuzzy-panda @helloimhereforabit @meowimakellysaurusrex @t-rexs @iangiemae @shawnsthighs @cxit-writes @shanimallina87 @dempy @mell-bell @saynotononsense @justsplendidd @dont-talk-me-down @the-cranck-hobbit @blindedbyyourgrace17 @fandom-life-12 @bxwitched @indynerdgirl @hope-love-equality2 @fangirlofallthings22 @alistocats @callsign-marlie @bellamy1998 @slayry @bladed-planes @turningtoclown @double-j @shanimallina87 @chiffondaydreams @capswife @averyhotchner @unordinare @smokey102 @tallrock35 (continued taglist here)

CHAPTERS: 

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Epilogue

FLYBOY UNIVERSE:

BLURBS

From asks

You wearing Jake’s clothes

Jake bringing you breakfast in the morning / Jake dirty dancing with you in the kitchen - NSFW; minors DNI

You and Jake visit Grandma Doris and Grace Seresin at Grandma Doris’ home where they dote on you

Jake comes home to a dance party of you, his mom, grandma, sisters and nieces and nephews outside around the fire pit of their Texan mansion

Lazy morning snuggles (with little clothing on) + a Grace Seresin and Grandma Doris sanctioned attack of the nieces and nephews

Jake sulks because travel for work without him (and choose to fly instead of taking the train) and Jake picks you up (a 5 sentence baby blurb)

Baking shenanigans with Jake

Lying in bed on a rainy day with Jake

Beach day with Jake where you are wearing his shirt as a cover up; he wraps you in his arms and drags you into the water with your legs wrapped around him; and says I love you (all around happy, squealing, sunshine vibes)

Grandma Doris meeting the baby for the first time with Jake

Jake supporting your pregnancy bump and being very happy with the way his hand / wedding band fits perfectly over it

Jake introducing baby girl to the rest of the team

Honeymoon vibes

Jake with his niece and nephew

College flyboy - you going to look for Jake in the football gym to go grab pizza

(Not a blurb; but a photo) Pre-wedding at Grandma Doris’ ranch vibes

Jake coming home from a 6 month deployment

Posing as a couple for your roommates’ girlfriend’s final year project with Jake (college Flyboy)

Jake taking you to the Naval Ball, and having flashbacks of that time he took you to prom + the time Jake took you to prom (high school Flyboy)

Jake pulling down your garter on your wedding day + garter toss

Non-asks

Heat Waves - Where you aren’t teenagers anymore, but Jake still has to sneak into your room through the window at night.

A bigger shower? - Where Jake wants to know if a wall to the shower can be knocked out.

When the realisation that you just got married hits you and Jake

College flyboy - where Jake helps you finish your gym set

ONE-SHOTS/DRABBLES

Grease and Tequila - The one 5 months before Flyboy where Jake gets the call that you and Dan have broken up and shows up at your door with fried chicken and a bottle of Tequila.

A Drunk Confession - The very first kiss you remember having with Jake was at Annie’s wedding. The very first kiss Jake remembers having with you was on your 21st birthday.

Happy New Year - Snippets of five different New Years between you and Jake.

THOUGHTS / HCs ON FLYBOY

Jake not able to go an hour without being inside you after you both have sex for the first time = Jake constantly thinking of you; you giving him a blowjob outside The Hard Deck - NSFW, minors DNI

ANON’S THOUGHTS / HCs ON FLYBOY

So, not official Flyboy universe material from me, but from the most wonderful anons who send me these thoughts / hcs about Flyboy <3 Some material below with my additional input as well.

Jake x Reader headcannons through the years

College flyboy headcannons

Slow dancing with Jake through the years

Javy being the ultimate hype man and friend to you and Jake + the continuation - Javy being the middle man when you and Jake fight

Thoughts about intimate, slow and sensual sex with Jake on the couch (with a smidge of fluff + a breeding kink)

Last updated: 4 September 2022

NOTE: I DID NOT CENSOR THE TEXT IN THIS IMAGE. It was like this when I found it.

20th Century Marriage Discussion…

GLEN POWELL Men's Health Magazine (Nov 14, 2023)

Don’t Ever Leave My Side

➪the one where you finally let jake take you out on a date after countless rejections, but it turns out that the guy you convinced yourself he was, isn’t who he is at all.

Warnings: smut, fluff, pda, unprotected sex, swearing, pining, oral (f receiving), jake being whipped bc i missed writing for him

Word Count: 4.7k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

You weren’t sure why you had reapplied your makeup for the third time now after deciding that it didn’t look good enough. And you opted to leave your hair how it normally looked right after a shower and to not touch it, but here you were, hastily curling it as you checked the time on your phone for the fourth time since plugging in the curling iron. 

None of it mattered at all. It was just a stupid date. One stupid date you promised Jake Seresin you’d go on with him, that was it. 

The guy had been asking you out for months now, and you’ve shut him down every time since you knew how he was with the women who frequented the Hard Deck. He was a player, in the sky and on the ground, and you wanted nothing to do with it, which is why you’ve rejected him more times than you can count on both hands. 

Yet he was persistent, the fucker. To get him to stop, you agreed to go out with him the last time you bumped into him, and that date was scheduled for tonight. In exactly four minutes, but you were planning on being late just to fuck with him, because there was no way you were going on a second date with him. No way. No.

You just finished your hair when your phone went off with a text, and you glanced down at it as you unplugged the curler and set it down on the counter. 

Jake Seresin: I’m here, gorgeous. Hope you’re prepared for tonight ;)

For some reason, reading that gave you butterflies in your stomach, and you quickly typed out a response before setting your phone down and pulling on the simple black dress you picked out for tonight.

Nice. I’m not ready yet.

The dress was tight around your torso area but got looser around your thighs, and the straps were so thin, you had to wear a strapless bra so it didn’t look dumb. The hem around your chest was lace and provided a small amount of cleavage that left nothing to the imagination, so yeah. It was very simple. 

After checking yourself a respectable three times, you slide on your ankle boots and grab your purse. 

You wondered if Jake was annoyed that you took so long to get ready since he read your text but never responded to it, but you were wrong as you opened your front door and saw him leaning against the passenger side of his truck with a stupid fucking smile on his face. “Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted as you huffed and turned to lock the door. When you made your way over to him, Jake moved out of the way and opened the passenger door for you. “You look stunning.”

“Thanks,” you drag the word out a bit as you hop up onto the seat and place your hands on your lap as he shuts the door behind you. A few seconds later, he was sitting beside you in the driver’s seat as he put the truck into drive. “Where are we going?”

Jake grinned over at you as he flicked the radio on, and some country song began playing quietly through the speakers as he answered, “It’s a surprise. Shocking, I know, but if I’m only getting one shot at this, I’m gonna do it right,”

“Great, I love surprises,” you mumbled, looking out the window before quickly looking back at him once you further processed his words. “And there’s no if, Jake. You are only getting one shot at this.”

You weren’t sure whose head you were trying to get that through at this point. 

But Jake wasn’t fazed as his grin grew. “Better make sure I don’t fuck this up then,” he said, glancing over at you. “I promise, I’ll make it count.”

He sounded so excited and he looked hot in his jeans and button up and jacket. You hated it, because you’ve seen him with other girls before, and he never put on this nice of an outfit, and he never gave them the amount of attention he’s already given you since you left your house. 

And you were even more annoyed when he pulled into a parking spot right outside your favorite Italian restaurant ten minutes later. You looked at the bright sign that said the name of the restaurant with squinted eyes before looking over at Jake. “Why are we here?”

Jake looked a bit panicked for a second as he paused mid-way through taking off his seatbelt. “Is this not…I thought this was your favorite place to eat at,” he sounded nervous now and you loosened up a bit as you took off your own seatbelt. 

“It is,” you confirmed, “But how did you know that?”

Jake looked more relaxed as he finally let his seatbelt go and opened the door. “Bird Boy told me,” he said and you groaned. 

“Damnit, Rooster,” you muttered as you grabbed your bag and reached for the handle, but Jake was already there and opening the door for you. “I’m going to yell at him the next time I see him.” You state as you get out of the truck.

Bradley was your best friend, and the guy who had witnessed a lot of your rejections to Jake firsthand. You weren’t all that surprised that he felt a little bad for the blond and helped him out with this, because your best friend was a decent guy and one of your favorite people. But you were still going to yell at him.

“Really?” Jake laughed as he placed his hand on the small of your back and led you towards the doors of the restaurant. “Because I can’t stop thanking the guy, and that’s kind of a big deal for me.”  

You huffed out a laugh in return as he guided you inside, and a few minutes later you were sitting at a booth with him with your drinks placed in front of you. Your menu was flat on the table while he held his up, his eyes flickering over the options as you subtly watched him. 

“What’s good here?” He asked, “This is my first time in this place.”

You picked up your margarita with a shrug, “Everything, from what I can tell,”

Jake glanced at you over the top of his menu, his brows furrowing as he realized that you didn’t even look at your own. “What are you doing? What’s wrong?”

You set your drink down and leaned back against the booth. “I know what I’m getting. I get it every time,”

Jake’s lips turned upwards at that as he set the menu down and slid his water closer to him on the table. “Oh, you’re one of those people, huh?” He asked with a smirk as he sipped a bit of the bland drink. “You don’t like, I don’t know, trying something different?”

“If it’s not broken, don’t fix it?” You offer with a raised brow as you watch him set the water back down. “You’re seriously not drinking tonight?”

He shook his head as he closed the menu and pushed both yours and his to the edge of the table. “No. I want to be sober the whole time so I can remember this night with vivid detail. I think you deserve that,”

Your face heated up as you cleared your throat, his words doing a number on you as you sat up a bit. “What are you getting?” You quickly change the subject as you felt the sudden urge to kiss the guy you’ve been avoiding for months now. 

“What are you getting?” He asked back and you narrowed your eyes as you told him your usual order. “Perfect, I’ll get that too. Maybe I’ll like it enough to order it every time I come here.”

And that was how you found yourself eating identical meals not long after, and a blush seemed to be stuck on your face as you answered every single question he had for you. Your favorite color, your favorite song, the teacher you hated most in high school, your worst dating experience, all of it.

For some reason, this wasn’t bad. This wasn’t bad at all. Talking with Jake felt easy, like you could do it all the time and never complain about it. Why was this shaping out to be kind of the perfect first date? Why was he kind of being the perfect gentleman? 

He seemed so interested in you, like how he was during the build ups to him eventually asking you out. You were beginning to feel bad about constantly saying no, because you were actually having a really good time with him. 

“Well?” You started as Jake asked for the bill. “How was it? Will you be returning just to order that every time?” You gestured to the empty plates in front of you and Jake shrugged as he took out his wallet. 

“It wasn’t bad. Your taste in food is pretty decent,” he hummed as the waitress, who had been checking Jake out the whole night and who hadn’t been looked at by him for more than a total of six seconds, placed the bill on the table. You reached for your own wallet but he stopped you and handed you his keys instead. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Wait in the truck for me, okay?”

You take the keys from him and give the waitress a soft smirk as you stand up, noticing the scowl that had formed on her face as she heard the affectionate nickname Jake gave you. 

Less than a minute later, Jake was beside you in his truck again as he backed out of the parking space with one hand. You were feeling a bit shy now as you looked over at him and took in just how handsome he actually is. “Thanks for tonight,” you say quietly as he pulls out onto the road. “It was kinda…it was fun.”

“You think it’s over?” He laughed softly as he glanced over at you in the dark truck. “I only get you to myself for one night, you really think I’m just taking you out to dinner?”

Your face heated up for the hundredth time tonight as you quickly broke eye contact. “Oh…where else are we going?”

Jake looked back at the road as he drove with one hand, and you were sure he wasn’t aware of just how hot that was. “To the place we first met,” he answered simply and your eyes widened a bit as you laughed.

“The Hard Deck?”

“Yeah,” he grinned over at you. “I have to show at least one person from work that I actually managed to get you to go out with me. And Bird Boy doesn’t count.”

You weren’t entirely sure why, but that had you smiling like a love struck teenager the whole ride, and when you arrived at the Hard Deck, you allowed Jake to lead you inside with his hand placed firmly on your hip. 

A few of his coworkers smirked at him, a few looked beyond shocked, and then there was Bradley, who avoided eye contact with you as soon as you entered the bar. Okay, so maybe you wouldn’t be yelling at him later. 

The Hard Deck was rowdy as usual, but Jake wasn’t paying attention to anyone but you, and you realized just how much you liked being the center of his attention. 

And he was completely sober as he held you in his arms as the two of you swayed to an old song playing on the jukebox. He looked content and so handsome, you had to look away as you mumbled, “Okay, so maybe this isn’t so bad after all,” and pressed the side of your face against his chest. “You kind of planned the most perfect first date, Jake. I’m actually so surprised.”

Your head vibrated a bit when he laughed and tightened his hold on you as if he was scared to let you go. “Well, when you’re determined to make someone fall head over heels for you, you’ve got to put in a bit of effort,” he said and your whole body heated up in a blush. “So, uh…does this mean there’s gonna be a second date?”

You pull back slightly and look up at him. “That depends on you,” came your quiet response as you slid your hands up his back. “You’ve been the most perfect gentleman tonight, and you’ve been so sweet, but will it be like this every time? Or was this just a show for tonight?”

Jake lifted a hand and brushed some of your hair behind your ear, his thumb stroking your cheek after. “You deserve to be treated right, and I want to be the person to do that. I want to be the perfect guy for you, Y/n. You’re special to me,” he said and sounded so genuine, you had no choice but to believe his words. “Give me a chance to show you that I’m not the stuck up ladies man you think I am. I’m falling for you…and I don’t want to mess this up.”

There it was. Jake had just put his heart on his sleeve for you, and now it was completely up to you what happened next. 

You press your lips together and look down at the wooden floor of the bar. “I was wrong about you. You’re not the player I thought you were. And honestly, I don’t care about how many women you’ve been with. The guy you’ve been tonight…it’s a different side of you, Jake. Or maybe it’s who you’ve been this whole time and I’ve just been too stubborn to see it,” you murmur and place your hands flat on his chest as you look back up at him. “The guy you are right now, I can see myself with him. With you. Tonight has been…perfect, in every single way. You’ve been perfect, Jake.”

There was your own confession that, early this morning, you would’ve never said out loud, but things had clearly changed. 

Jake smiled and leaned down to brush his lips against yours in a teasing kiss. “You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart,” he whispered against your mouth before pulling back to look into your eyes. “So why don’t we skip right to the part where you agree to a second date?” He asked in a deep voice as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You laughed, looking up at him with unguarded eyes. “I think it’s safe to say you got that second date. And the third. And the fourth,” you grinned, curling your fingers around his jacket as your gaze intensified a bit. “Tell me something, does the perfect gentleman kiss on the first date? Because that teaser you just gave me wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy what I’m feeling right now.”

Jake’s smile grows before he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. It starts off somewhat soft, and he lets you take the lead as you kiss him a bit deeper, and then his tongue was pushing past your lips and brushing against yours. 

It was clear from the kiss that he had been holding back his desire for you for months, and you suddenly didn’t regret pushing him away so much, because it allowed you to feel every inch of his want for you with every brush of his mouth against yours. 

After a few more seconds, he breaks the kiss. “There you go,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against your puffy bottom lip. “But that’s just one of many. I plan on kissing the fuck out of you on every single one of those future dates.”

A content hum leaves your lips, a feeling of excitement for the future settling in your bones as you lean up and kiss him again. Soon enough you’d become addicted. You were sure of it. 

Your fingers slide into his hair as the music continues to play and the patrons of the bar chat amongst themselves, not paying either of you any attention as you lose yourselves in each other. 

Jake’s hands grip your waist tighter, pulling your chest against his. “You’re mine now, Y/n,” he mumbled when he finally broke the kiss after a few minutes, and you held back a squeal at just how good that sounded. “I’ll make you happy, I swear it.” 

You bite down on your lip and trace the sides of his face with your fingers. “Any chance the perfect gentleman takes me to bed on the first date?” You playfully asked, but you were also very serious, even if you thought that you should probably wait to have sex. Maybe until the second date. That seemed long enough. 

“Patience, baby,” he rasped, tugging at your bottom lip with his thumb. “A perfect gentleman knows how to build anticipation.”

He tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear as you hum quietly, threading your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck as you try not to squeal again at the cute pet name. 

“Besides, I have a feeling you’re going to be worth the wait. I know it’ll be…fucking amazing between us,” he added, brushing another soft kiss to your lips. “Don’t worry, by the end of our second date, I’ll give it to you so good, you’ll still be sore when we go on our third date.” 

You grin excitedly and nod. “It’s okay,” you whisper, “I can wait. I know that now, Jake. You’re worth the wait.”

Jake smiled down at you before kissing you one last time then taking your hand and leading you towards the bar. 

-

A couple weeks, and several dates later, you and Jake are officially together and crazy in love with each other. 

The realization that you had only pushed him away for so long because you were so into him was a tough pill to swallow, but when you finally got it down, you threw yourself headfirst into this relationship with him, and neither of you planned to look back. 

It became official shortly after the first date, where he drove you home, kissed you sweetly, then left you wanting more. By the end of the second date, Jake stayed true to his promise and fucked you so good into his mattress, you were addicted by the time the sun came up. 

You’d both been insatiable since then, which wasn’t all that surprising. The chemistry between you two had been undeniable from the start, so of course the sex was fucking amazing. 

Now, having just gotten back to his place after your eighth date, you and he can’t keep your hands off one another as you stumble through his front door, your mouths connected and your hands all over each other. 

You pull off his jacket and let it fall to the floor of the entryway while he helps you slide off your heels, your mouths meshing noisily together. He kicks the door shut before reaching down to grab the backs of your thighs, never breaking the kiss as he lifts you into his arms. He begins to walk towards his bedroom, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he pulls away. “I’m gonna take you slow and deep tonight,” he mumbled against your lips. “Wanna drag it out this time.”

He was referring to the previous date, when he fucked you hard and fast into his couch while you screamed your throat raw, and the reminder of it just turned you on even more. 

Jake lays you down on his bed before standing back up and working on ridding himself of his belt. You lean back on the bed, pulling your dress off to leave you in a matching black lace lingerie set that paired sinfully well with your thigh high stockings. 

Leaning back on your elbows, you spread your thighs and beckon him to you with a curl of your finger. “Come here,”

Jake’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you. He’s seen you naked countless of times by now, but seeing you in something so effortlessly hot was something else, especially since he knew exactly what the black fabric was hiding from him. 

His hands reach down to pull off his belt and he shrugs off his clothes, leaving on his boxer briefs for now and showing off just how hard you made him through the thin material. 

Crawling onto the bed, he positions himself between your thighs, his lips peppering kisses along your stomach as his fingers tease the edge of your panties. “God, you’re fucking stunning,” he mumbled, running his fingers over the flimsy fabric. “Tell me, baby, were these expensive?”

You hum, looking down at him as you shrug. “A little, but not too bad,”

Jake smirked, mumbling a quick, “Good,” before he ripped the delicate fabric and tossed it aside, revealing your slick folds to his needy eyes. 

“Jake!” You gasped, your eyes widening as his big hands gripped the backs of your thighs and spread your legs a bit wider. 

“I’ll buy you more, one in every color,” he promised, grinning up at you before looking back down at your heat. He runs his fingers through your wetness, a satisfied hum leaving his mouth, “You’re so wet for me, baby. All for me.”

Then he was burying his face between your thighs, his tongue poking out to lick a stripe up your entrance before sucking on your clit. “Oh, fuck,” you whined and he groaned, sending a jolt of pleasure up your body. You shuddered, your muscles tightening as you reached down to tangle your fingers in his hair. “Just like that, Jake. Feels so good.”

Jake’s tongue pressed more firmly against your clit while his fingers gathered more of your wetness before sinking knuckle-deep inside you. He fucks them in and out of you as his teeth gently nip at your sensitive bundle of nerves, and you fell back onto his pillow as he devoured you. 

The sight of you looking already so fucked out with your hair draped across his pillow had him refraining from bucking his hips against the bed, because it was something he had been dreaming about seeing for months. He was still kind of shocked that he could now see it whenever he wanted.

“Fuck,” you gasped, arching your back as he guided your legs to rest over his shoulders. Your fingers were pulling on his hair pretty hard, and he fucking loved it. He loved every single second he spent with you, and he couldn’t get enough of your sweet taste, your soft moans and the fact that you had finally, finally given him the chance he’s been craving for so long. 

You were finally his, and he was never letting you go. 

“Cum for me,” he mumbled, flicking your clit with his tongue as he curled his fingers deep inside you. “Cum all over my face, baby. Let me taste it.”

If there was one thing Jake knew how to do, it was to spew the most filthy fucking things to you. And he knew you loved it. He found that out pretty quickly the first time he took you to bed, and he was more than willing to delve into your desire for dirty talk. 

Like he suspected, your mouth parted in a loud moan as you tugged harshly on his hair, and a second later you were coming on his tongue and fingers. “Jake…holy fuck, baby,” you moaned as you writhed against his face. “Fuck…feels so fucking good.”

The taste of you on his tongue makes him groan, and he continues to ravish your pussy until you’re shaking and whimpering incoherently. Once you settled a bit, Jake lifted his head, his lips and chin soaked with your release as he grins up at you and begins to place kisses along your stomach while he pushes his boxers down. 

He hovers over you, his hands squeezing your breasts through your bra as he teases your quivering heat with the tip of his cock. “I need you, baby,” he mumbled, reaching down to grip his base as he coats himself in your arousal before slowly pushing inside you. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder as he started to slowly rock into you.

His hand moves from your chest to grip your hips as he picks up the speed a bit, his body fitting perfectly against yours with each deep thrust,

“There you go,” he rasped, kissing along your neck. “Take it all, baby, every inch.”

You moan loudly as you arch your back, and you guide his hands around you to the clasp of your bra. “Fuck, Jake, you feel so good,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. 

Jake hums, expertly unclasping your bra before guiding the straps down your arms, all while keeping the pace of his thrusts. His eyes immediately lock onto your breasts, now bare to his dark eyes as they bounce with every movement. “You’re a fucking dream,” he mumbled, leaning down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples as he rocks his hips against yours. “You make me lose control, every single time.” He grunted through ragged breaths, his cock brushing against every hidden spot deep inside you. 

“Jake,” you moan desperately, guiding his mouth to yours in a messy kiss. “I love you.”

He groans, kissing you again as he feels himself close to coming already because you felt that fucking good. “I love you, too,” he rasped, his words muffled against your mouth. “So fucking much.”

You moaned, tugging on his hair as you lazily met his thrusts halfway. “I’m close,” you mumbled and he groaned in both pleasure and relief as he reached down to rub circles against your clit. 

“Me too,” he muttered, pinching and pulling at your bundle of nerves. “Cum with me, baby. Let go for me.”

A few seconds later, you were coming for a second time, but on his cock, and a couple thrusts later, he was too. He filled you up as his body shuddered, his lips pressing soft kisses to your neck as he fucked his seed deep inside you. 

Once you were both spent, he collapsed gently on top of you, keeping his cock lodged inside you as he cuddled you against his chest. “Stay with me tonight,” he begged quietly, turning you both on your sides and tucking your head under his chin. 

You smiled, nuzzling against his sweaty chest. “Where else would I be?”

Jake smiled back, pulling you impossibly closer. “What about tomorrow? Will you stay here tomorrow, too? We can have breakfast in bed,” he offered with a teasing grin on his lips. 

You hummed, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Pancakes or waffles?” You ask instead of answering him, confirming that you will be staying at his place for the remainder of the weekend. 

“Pancakes,” he replied, pulling back to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “And bacon. A fuckton of it.”

Even though this wasn’t the first time you would be spending the night in his arms, Jake still felt beyond happy that, after months of pining over you, he was given the chance to experience life with you. He was also really fucking excited to spend tomorrow morning with you in his bed. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he mumbled, holding you a bit tighter. “Wanted you.”

You go silent for a few seconds before pulling back to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” you whispered, tracing the curve of his bottom lip with your finger. “Truthfully, I didn’t think it could be this good. I was so wrong.”

Jake shakes his head, taking your hand in his and pressing a few kisses to your knuckles. “Don’t be sorry,” he said quietly. “It was worth it, all of it, if it meant we’d end up like this. Together.”

He leaned down to kiss you deeply, and you returned it instantly. “I love you,” you mumbled against his lips as you gently gripped his face. 

“I love you, too,” he said back and meant it with his whole heart as he rolled you onto your back again and settled on top of you.

Because without a doubt, his heart had been entirely yours since the second he saw you, and he knew that, he was just finally able to make you see it too.

Please respect that this is my own work and I worked really hard on those imagines, don’t copy or edit stuff. However reblog, comment and like as much as you like. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Crimson River (smut)

The reader and Tyler have been chatting online for months, and now it's time for them to finally meet in real life. Porn with some plot

Wild Creations (smut)

Tyler is the best friend of reader’s brother. When he comes visit their vacation home, it’s time for them to finally give in to the feelings both had tried to swallow ever since they had been teenagers.

Bad Omen (smut)

Reader and Tyler have hated one another with a burning passion for years, but when they get stuck in his dying truck with a tornado nearing both seem to realise that their reasons for hating the other aren’t as valid as they thought they were.

Broke my heart and called me pretty, won me back and called me his (smut)

Tyler had ended his engagement to the reader years ago, all for her to chase her dreams. But when he turns up as a guest for her lecture, both find themselves thrown back into the love they still feel for one another.

A dare to kiss (smut)

Tyler and the reader have been best friends for years. But after another storm season, she finally snaps and realises she can't be around him any longer, not when her feelings for him won't let go of her. But perhaps the feelings aren't unrequited as she fears.

Hillbilly Cowboy (smut)

The reader's home gets destroyed by a tornado, but what happens when Tyler Owens and his crew show up to help? Will she accept his offer to find shelter at their house or push him away?

Catching Stars With Racing Hearts (smut)

The reader has been storm chasing with different groups for years, and yet she always finds herself going back to her favourite tornado wrangler. The tornado wrangler who lures her away in the middle of the night to finally go stargazing with the woman he's crushing on.

Cocky Tornado Wrangler (smut)

There are many things (y/n) would prefer to having to share a room with the man she hates. But does she really hate him? Or does the bed they share will be enough to push them closer together?

Lightning (smut)

Tyler and the reader are chasing tornadoes together, but when they have to step back and find shelter, things quickly change between them.

Brother’s Best Friend

The trials and tribulations of falling for your brother's best friend.

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Never Left Me: Prologue

STORY SUMMARY: After eight years of building a new life in Chicago, Lauren Allen is forced to return to her small hometown in Arkansas. It’s a world she thought she’d left behind—the quiet streets, the endless farmland, and the memories of the boy she never quite forgot. Now working as a paralegal and engaged to a successful lawyer, Lauren should be happy. But beneath the polished surface of her life, she feels out of place, trapped in a world that doesn't quite fit. When she unexpectedly crosses paths with Tyler Owens, the boy who broke her heart one summer night, Lauren must confront the emotions she’s buried for nearly a decade. As she’s pulled back into the life she tried to leave behind, Lauren faces a choice: continue the path she’s on, or finally admit what—and who—she truly wants.

CHAPTER/PART SUMMARY: At 18, Lauren believed she was in love for the first time. That August night in Arkansas felt like the beginning of something beautiful as she watched the sunset with Tyler Owens by her side. The warm air was thick with unspoken feelings, and when Tyler leaned in to kiss her, Lauren thought her dreams had finally come true. But in the quiet aftermath of that moment, reality crashed in—what she felt wasn’t what he could say back. What should have been the perfect night turned into the memory that would haunt her for years, pushing her to leave town and never look back.

WARNINGS: Underage Drinking. Unprotected Sex (implied).

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The intense August heat hung in the air like a thick blanket as Lauren sat in the passenger seat of Tyler's old truck. The cracked leather beneath her legs stuck to her skin as the Arkansas sun beat down, but she didn’t mind. She never minded, not when she was with him. 

She could feel the dust from the back roads swirling through the open windows, mixing with the scent of hay and the earthy smell of Tyler’s truck. The radio hummed quietly in the background, some country song she couldn’t quite make out over the sound of the wind rushing past.

Tyler was beside her, one hand resting on the steering wheel, his other arm slung lazily out the window. His fingers tapped along to the beat, completely at ease. He was home, finally, after spending the summer competing in rodeos across the South and Midwest. Lauren had counted down the days until he came back, knowing this might be the last summer they’d have like this. In just a few weeks, she’d be leaving for college. She’d be gone, and Tyler—he would be wherever the rodeos took him next.

"You okay?" Tyler glanced over at her, his green eyes catching hers for a brief moment before returning to the road.

Lauren forced a smile, pushing down the familiar ache in her chest. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"About what?" he asked, his voice warm but casual, like everything was always easy between them. Like he didn’t know her heart raced every time she was close to him.

"Just… how hot it is," she lied, turning her gaze out the window. In reality, she wasn’t thinking about the heat at all. She was thinking about him. How much she’d miss him. How much she wanted to say the words she’d kept buried for so long, but couldn’t.

The truck jolted slightly as they turned onto the rutted dirt path that led to Tyler’s family farm. His dad had called him to help with something, and of course, she had tagged along. 

That’s how it always was—Lauren always finding a reason to be with him, always lingering just a little too close. But she never let herself get too close, not the way she really wanted to.

"Doesn't feel like it's gonna cool down anytime soon," Tyler remarked, squinting out into the horizon, the golden fields of late summer stretching endlessly ahead.

Lauren swallowed, feeling the weight of everything unsaid pressing against her. This was their last summer, the last time they’d have this—long afternoons of driving down the back roads, just the two of them. She wasn’t ready to let it go. She wasn’t ready to let him go.

Tyler pulled the truck to a stop near the barn, killing the engine as a cloud of dust settled around them. For a moment, there was silence, just the sound of cicadas buzzing in the distance and the faint echo of wind rustling through the nearby fields.

"Guess I should go help my dad. Tess is inside if you want to go hang out with her.." Tyler said, but he didn’t move right away. Instead, he looked over at her, his eyes lingering a little longer than usual. "You wanna hang out after I’m done?"

Lauren nodded, her throat tightening. "Yeah, of course."

She could feel the weight of the moment between them, heavier than the summer air. Her heart pounded as she stared at him, knowing this was her chance. She could tell him. She could finally say everything she’d been holding back—the way she felt about him, the way she didn’t want to leave without him knowing the truth. But the words stuck in her throat, caught on her fear of ruining everything.

Tyler gave her a crooked smile, the kind that always made her chest ache. He didn’t know. He couldn’t. He was Tyler—carefree, easygoing, always just a little out of reach.

"I’ll be back in a bit," he said, his voice soft.

And then he was gone, slipping out of the truck and walking toward the barn, leaving Lauren alone with her thoughts.

She watched him go, her hands trembling as she gripped the seat beneath her. This was her last summer here. The last time they’d have together before life pulled them in different directions. If she didn’t say something now, she might never get another chance.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped out into the sweltering heat. She walked toward the barn, her heart pounding in her chest, each step feeling heavier than the last. Tyler was up ahead, already inside, talking to his dad.

Lauren hesitated, her feet rooted to the ground as she stood at the barn door, watching him. This was it. She had to do it now, or she’d regret it forever.

"Tyler!" Her voice came out sharper than she intended, and she saw him turn, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"What’s up?" he asked, wiping his hands on his jeans as he walked toward her.

She could feel her heart racing, her pulse pounding in her ears. Everything she wanted to say was stuck in her throat, lodged beneath her fear.

"I—" She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "I just… I wanted to tell you something."

Tyler stopped in front of her, his expression softening, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Yeah? What’s on your mind?"

Lauren’s breath hitched. This was it. All she had to do was say it—I love you. I always have. I don’t want to leave without you knowing.

But she couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come, not with him standing there, so close, so impossibly out of reach.

"It’s nothing," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Never mind."

Tyler’s smile returned, easy and effortless, like it always was. He reached out, ruffling her hair like he always did, a gesture that made her heart both soar and sink at the same time.

"You’re weird today," he teased, giving her a playful shove. "I’ll see you later, okay?"

* * * *

The fading light of the late summer sun cast a warm, golden glow over the endless stretch of Tyler's dad’s fields. The world seemed softer here, quieter. Tyler had parked the truck on a small hill overlooking the rows of corn and soybeans, and now the two of them were sprawled out in the back, leaning against the worn metal of the truck bed as they watched the sky turn shades of pink and orange.

Tyler had thrown a blanket in the back of the truck, one that smelled faintly of hay and dust, and helped Lauren up onto the tailgate. His hand had lingered just a moment too long as he pulled her up, but Lauren didn’t let herself dwell on it. She couldn’t afford to—not tonight. Not when everything felt so fragile, like one wrong move might shatter the perfect balance between them.

He pulled out a mason jar filled with watermelon juice—except it wasn’t just watermelon. Lauren didn’t need to ask to know that. The sharp, almost bitter scent hit her before she even took a sip.

"Where'd you get that?" Lauren asked, trying to sound casual, though her pulse quickened slightly at the idea of what they were about to do. This wasn’t her first sip of alcohol, but it felt like her first real drink—something about doing it with Tyler made it feel different. More significant.

Tyler grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "A buddy of mine. He makes it himself—watermelon moonshine. Thought it’d be a good way to celebrate the end of summer."

Lauren raised an eyebrow. "Celebrate?"

Tyler shrugged, his gaze drifting out toward the horizon. "Yeah. You know, you leaving for college. Me… I dunno, doing more rodeos. Everything changing."

Lauren swallowed, feeling the weight of his words settle between them. Everything was changing, and as much as she tried to ignore it, the thought gnawed at her. This might be their last night together like this, and she still hadn’t found the courage to tell him how she felt.

Tyler handed her the jar, his fingers brushing hers in the process. She took it, lifting it to her lips cautiously. As soon as the liquid hit her tongue, the burn followed. It was sharp, fiery, and completely unexpected. She winced, her face scrunching up involuntarily.

Tyler chuckled, his deep, familiar laugh filling the warm evening air. 

"Here." He reached into the cooler at his feet and pulled out a lime, slicing it with a pocket knife before offering her a wedge. "Try this—it’ll cut the burn."

Grateful, Lauren squeezed the lime into the jar and took another sip. This time, the sting was still there, but the citrus helped, mellowing it just enough. After a few more sips, the warmth from the alcohol began to spread through her, relaxing the tension in her shoulders and making the edges of the world seem a little softer.

"You alright?" Tyler asked, his voice low, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah," Lauren replied, feeling the sudden urge to laugh for no reason at all. "It’s not bad. Better than I expected."

"That’s what I thought." Tyler took the jar from her and took a long pull from it himself, as if it was nothing. Like he’d done this a thousand times before. Maybe he had. Lauren wouldn’t be surprised.

They passed the jar back and forth for a while, the easy silence between them broken only by the occasional sound of Tyler humming along to a song playing faintly on the radio. The alcohol made everything feel lighter, more distant, like the weight of the future wasn’t pressing down on her so much anymore.

"So," Tyler said after a while, his voice a little slower, more relaxed. "You excited? For college, I mean."

Lauren hesitated, staring out at the setting sun, its colors painting the sky in a vibrant display. She hadn’t really thought about it—about how she felt. Excited? Nervous? Scared? None of those words seemed to fit.

"I guess," she said finally, her voice soft. "It’s just… it’s a lot, you know? Leaving home. Leaving this."

Tyler was quiet for a moment, and when she glanced over at him, he was watching her, his expression unreadable.

"You’re gonna be alright," he said, his voice low and steady. "You’re tougher than you think, Lauren."

Lauren’s heart ached at the way he said her name, so casually, like he didn’t know the power it held over her. She wanted to believe him—to believe that everything would be okay once she left, that she wouldn’t miss him like this. But deep down, she knew better.

Tyler leaned back, resting his head against the side of the truck, his eyes on the darkening sky. Lauren mirrored him, settling into the warmth of the blanket beneath them. The moon was starting to rise, casting a soft glow over the fields, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, drinking the last of the watermelon moonshine and watching the stars appear one by one. The air between them felt charged, like something unspoken was lingering there, waiting to be said. But neither of them said anything.

When Tyler finally spoke again, his voice was barely above a whisper. "You ever wonder what it’d be like if things were different?"

Lauren blinked, her breath catching in her throat. "What do you mean?"

Tyler shifted beside her, turning to face her more fully. "I don't know. Just like what might happen if you weren't leaving in a couple weeks."

Lauren looked down at her hands and shrugged. She hadn't really thought much about it. College had always been in her plans. There was only one thing that could get her to change her mind about going to Chicago. Only one person that could get her to change her mind about going to Chicago.

His eyes, deep and unreadable in the moonlight, seemed to search hers for something—something that Lauren wasn’t sure she could give, or maybe something she’d been wanting to offer all along.

"If you weren’t leaving," he said slowly, "I’d probably have asked you out by now. Maybe take you on a date or two. Hell, I might even ask if you wanted to come on the road with me next time I hit the rodeos."

Lauren’s heart fluttered, and she wasn’t sure if it was the moonshine, the heat of the night, or the way Tyler was looking at her now. Had he really just said that? The Tyler she’d known for years, who’d only ever been her friend—was he saying he wanted her?

"I’d like that," Lauren whispered, her voice barely audible.

Tyler gave her a crooked smile, one that made her insides twist in a way that only he could. "Yeah? You think you could handle the road, running around with a bunch of cowboys?"

Lauren let out a soft laugh, but it died quickly on her lips as Tyler reached out, his hand brushing her cheek. The touch was so gentle, so unexpected, that she froze for a moment, feeling her heart race as he leaned in closer.

Before she could think too much, his lips were on hers—tentative at first, like he was testing the waters, but then bolder as she kissed him back. The warmth of his breath, the soft press of his mouth against hers—it was everything she’d imagined and more. Her body seemed to move on instinct, and before she knew it, she was pulling herself closer, her hands finding their way into his hair, knocking his hat off in the process.

Tyler groaned softly, pulling her onto his lap, his arms wrapping around her as the kiss deepened. Lauren could feel his hands sliding over her waist, up her back, and suddenly everything felt electric—like a spark had been lit between them, one that neither of them could control.

Her heart raced as his hands began to explore her body, sliding beneath her shirt, his touch sending shivers through her. She felt the roughness of his fingers against her skin, and the thrill of it made her breath catch. 

She wanted him—had wanted him for as long as she could remember—and now, here he was, holding her, touching her in ways that made her feel alive in a way she’d never felt before.

They lost themselves in each other, the summer night fading away as the heat between them grew. The truck bed seemed to disappear beneath them, the world narrowing down to just Tyler—his lips, his hands, the feel of him beneath her.

It wasn’t until later, when they were tangled together, the cool air of the evening brushing over their heated skin, that Lauren felt the weight of what had just happened settle over her. 

She had given Tyler more than just her heart tonight. She had given him all of her, in a way she hadn’t with anyone else before. She had let him in, completely. As she lay there, her head resting on his chest, she felt a strange mix of emotions swirl inside her—joy, nerves, and something else. Something that had been building inside her for years.

"Tyler," she whispered, her voice shaky. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the rush of what had just happened, but she couldn’t keep it in any longer. "I... I think I'm in love with you. I think I have been for a while now."

The words hung in the air, suspended between them like a fragile thread. Tyler was quiet. Too quiet.

Lauren’s heart pounded as she waited for him to say something—anything—but all he did was let out a soft sigh. His hand, which had been tracing lazy circles on her back, stilled for a moment.

"Lauren..." he started, his voice hesitant, like he was choosing his words carefully. "You’ve had a few drinks... maybe you’re just feeling—"

"I mean it," Lauren interrupted, sitting up slightly so she could look him in the eye. Her face was flushed, but not just from the alcohol. She could feel the vulnerability in her words, the way her heart was exposed, raw and open.

Tyler’s expression softened, but there was something behind his eyes—something Lauren didn’t want to see. "I don’t want you to regret saying something you don’t mean because of a little moonshine."

The unspoken truth in his words hit Lauren like a punch to the gut. He didn’t feel the same. He couldn’t. If he had, he would have said it back. But he didn’t. He wasn’t in love with her, at least not in the way she was with him.

The hurt settled in, sharp and painful, though she tried to push it down. She’d given him everything, and it still wasn’t enough.

Tyler pulled her close again, kissing her forehead softly, like he was trying to comfort her without acknowledging the ache that was building inside her. "I care about you, Laur. You know that, right?"

But the words felt hollow now, the tenderness in his touch tainted by the rejection she could feel seeping into her bones. He didn’t love her. Not like that.

And that was when she knew—things between them had changed. This night, which had started with so much promise, was the beginning of the end. The realization settled in her chest like a weight she couldn’t shake.

They lay in silence after that, the once-comfortable quiet now filled with unspoken hurt. She couldn’t look at him anymore, her heart too fragile to handle the truth that had been exposed. He had her—heart, body, and soul—but he couldn’t say the words she longed to hear.

The warmth of Tyler’s arms no longer felt comforting. The closeness they had shared just moments ago now felt distant, a barrier between them that she hadn’t expected. Lauren sat up, her movements slow, her heart heavy as the realization of what had just happened fully settled in.

She wordlessly pulled her shirt back over her head, her hands trembling slightly as she fastened her jeans. Tyler sat up behind her, watching her in silence, his brow furrowed, unsure of what to say. The weight of the moment hung between them, thick and oppressive.

"Lauren," he finally said, his voice soft, almost pleading. "Let’s... talk about this. I didn’t mean to—"

"Can you take me home?" she interrupted, her voice small, barely above a whisper.

Tyler flinched, her request cutting through whatever he was about to say. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, frustrated and guilt-ridden. "Lauren, I didn’t—"

"Please," she said, her eyes fixed on the tailgate of the truck, refusing to meet his gaze. "Just take me home."

Tyler stared at her for a long moment, his chest tight with the weight of what he’d done—or what he hadn’t said. He had wanted to say the right thing, but somehow it had all gone wrong. But now, Lauren was pulling away, both physically and emotionally, and he felt the distance growing by the second.

With a reluctant nod, he slid off the tailgate and reached to help her down, his hands hovering near her but never quite touching her. They climbed into the truck, the silence between them unbearable, the easy laughter and warmth of the evening now a distant memory.

As they drove down the familiar dirt roads, the rumble of the truck’s engine was the only sound. Lauren stared out the window, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, but her expression was unreadable. Tyler glanced over at her several times, his heart aching with the knowledge that he had hurt her in a way he couldn’t take back.

"Lauren..." he tried again, his voice breaking the silence.

But she didn’t respond. She kept her eyes trained on the passing fields, the stars above shimmering like distant pinpricks of light. He could see her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, a telltale sign of her discomfort, but she remained silent.

By the time they pulled up in front of her parents’ house, the tension was suffocating. Tyler shifted the truck into park, turning to her, desperate to say something—anything—that would fix what had just happened.

"Look, I didn’t mean to—" he started, but before he could finish, Lauren opened the door and climbed out.

"Thanks for the ride," she muttered, not even looking back at him as she shut the door and walked toward the house.

Tyler watched her go, his heart sinking lower with every step she took. She didn’t glance back—not once. Her figure, small and vulnerable under the porch light, disappeared inside, the door closing softly behind her.

The door clicked shut behind her, the soft sound of it echoing in the quiet house. Lauren stood there, frozen for a moment, her hand still resting on the cool metal of the doorknob. The weight of everything that had just happened pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe.

She leaned back against the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She had held it together for the entire ride home, staring out the window, biting down the overwhelming urge to cry. But now, alone in the darkness of her parents’ home, there was no need to hold back anymore.

The tears came, spilling over without warning. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to break free, but it was no use. The dam had broken, and everything she had been trying to suppress—her heartache, her humiliation, the bitter sting of rejection—flooded out in waves.

How could she have been so stupid? How could she have thought... hoped... that tonight would be different? That Tyler would somehow see her the way she had seen him for all these years?

Her shoulders shook with the force of her sobs as she slid down the door, sinking to the floor, her knees drawn up to her chest. She hugged them tightly, rocking slightly, trying to soothe the ache in her chest. But it was no use. The pain was too sharp, too raw.

She had told him. She had told Tyler Owens that she loved him.

Lauren’s breath hitched as she replayed the moment over in her mind, cringing at the memory. The words had tumbled out of her, reckless and unguarded, in the haze of moonshine and the rush of their closeness. She had said it, believing—no, wanting—to believe that he felt the same.

But he hadn’t said it back.

Her heart twisted painfully as she remembered the way he had brushed off her confession, chalking it up to the alcohol, to the moment. He hadn’t believed her. Or worse—he hadn’t wanted to believe her.

She wiped at her cheeks, though more tears kept coming. It wasn’t just the words she regretted. It was everything that had happened after. She had given herself to him. Completely. She had shared a piece of herself that she had never shared with anyone else, and now it felt like she had lost it forever.

A sob caught in her throat as she thought about how naïve she had been, thinking that somehow, in some way, tonight might change things between them. That maybe, just maybe, he might see her as more than just the girl who had always been around. More than just his sister’s friend or the girl whose family he helped out on the farm.

But now she knew better.

Her chest tightened with a fierce, protective resolve, and she swiped at her tears with more determination. She couldn’t stay here anymore. She couldn’t keep pretending that things would somehow work out—that she could just go back to being friends with Tyler, back to the way things used to be. The truth was out now. She had bared her heart to him, and he hadn’t even tried to catch it.

Lauren stared blankly at the darkened living room, her mind racing. She wasn’t going to stick around to feel this way anymore. She wasn’t going to give Tyler—or this town—the power to hurt her again.

In a few weeks, she’d be leaving for college. Chicago. A whole new life away from this place that had been her whole world for so long. And now, more than ever, she knew she couldn’t come back.

She wiped the last of her tears, her breath still shaky, but the sobs had started to slow. She made a silent vow right there, sitting on the floor of her childhood home: she was leaving, and she wasn’t coming back. Not for the summers. Not for holidays. Not for anything.

Maybe in time, the memory of tonight would fade, along with the ache of Tyler’s rejection. Maybe she could start fresh, far away from the farm, the fields, and the roads that all reminded her of him. Of them.

Lauren stood slowly, her legs weak beneath her as she steadied herself against the door. She didn’t glance outside. She couldn’t bear to think about Tyler still sitting out there in his truck, waiting, watching, maybe even regretting what had happened. It didn’t matter anymore. Whatever was between them was over before it had even begun.

With a heavy sigh, Lauren turned away from the door and made her way upstairs, her decision made. Arkansas had been her home for eighteen years, but now, it was just a place she had to leave behind.

And she was never coming back.

Meanwhile outside Tyler sat there, staring at the house, the familiar front door that he’d walked through so many times in the past. He thought about going up there, knocking, and trying to explain himself—to make her understand that he hadn’t meant to hurt her. But what would he say? How could he explain away the fact that he hadn’t said the one thing she had wanted to hear?

A sigh escaped him as he slumped back against the seat, his hand gripping the steering wheel. He felt like a coward for not going after her, but he knew facing her father at this hour, after dropping her off so late, wasn’t an option. Not without making everything worse.

He pulled out his phone, staring at her name in his contacts, his thumb hovering over the keyboard. Finally, he typed a short message:

I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you.

He hit send, the words feeling woefully inadequate. Tossing his phone onto the passenger seat, Tyler stared at the house a moment longer, hoping for some kind of sign that everything would be okay. But the front door remained closed, the house dark and silent.

With a heavy heart, Tyler sighed, shifted the truck into reverse, and backed out of the driveway. He could still feel the weight of the unspoken words between them, like a gaping wound that neither of them knew how to heal.

As he drove away, the only thing he could think about was how, in one night, everything had changed between them—and how he might have just lost her forever.

Glen Powell as Lt. Jake "Hangman" Seresin Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

Kinktober 2024: Day 9

SUMMARY: Jake Seresin has been trying to take you home from The Hard Deck for a while. However, there's always been something holding you back. A secret that you can't stand the thought of revealing to him. But when he finally gets you to tell him your secret, his reaction is anything but what you expect. And he lets down the "Hangman" persona you've come to know and you see the softer side of Jake.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't know why but I just feel like Jake would be super soft and sweet with you if it was your first time. Sure he's experienced, but he's going to make sure that it's all about you and making you feel good.

PROMPT: "Do you want to take it off or should I do it for you?"

KINK: First Time

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT. (Simple P in V.)

WORD COUNT: 6.6k

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The Hard Deck was quieter than usual, the lively chatter and music of the jukebox fading as the night went on. Most of the regulars had already left as it was ten minutes to closing time. Penny had just waved her goodbyes, her voice playful as she teased Jake, telling him not to give you any trouble. You smiled at her back as she disappeared out the door, then went back to cleaning up behind the bar.

Jake leaned against it, watching you with that familiar, teasing glint in his green eyes. You were used to the way his gaze followed you, but tonight it felt heavier somehow—more focused. Maybe because there weren’t any distractions or anyone else vying for his attention now that closing time was here.

"You never stop, do you?" His voice was low, amused, cutting through the quiet.

You rolled your eyes, wiping down the bar one last time, trying to ignore the way Jake’s eyes followed you. You looked up from wiping down the counter. 

"Someone's gotta clean up after you guys," you shot back with a smirk.

Jake chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, but you know I don’t think that’s the only reason you stay late."

You felt the familiar warmth bloom in your chest, the kind that always came when he said things like that. His charm was effortless, but you’d spent months brushing it off. Well, most of the time. Lately, you weren’t so good at it. Because despite the cocky persona, you were starting to see something more beneath it—something softer, more genuine. And that scared you.

Because even though you liked him—maybe more than you cared to admit—there was one thing you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to tell him.

You shot him a look, half playful, half warning, as you tossed the towel onto the counter. "I mean this is my job and I have to stay until closing no matter what. But…humor moe. What’s that supposed to mean?"

He leaned forward on his elbows, his grin widening. "Just that we both know you don’t mind me hanging around."

Your heart fluttered despite yourself, but you forced a smirk. "You always got a line ready, huh?"

"I don’t need lines with you, sweetheart. I think you know that."

You let out a breath and shook your head, feeling your heart race. "You should get going, Seresin. Penny might’ve been joking, but I’m not in the mood to deal with you tonight."

Jake smirked, but there was a gentleness in his gaze. "Or you could stop pushing me away, darlin'. It's been months, and I think we both know this little game of yours is starting to wear thin." His words were soft, but there was no mistaking the desire behind them.

Before you could respond, Jake walked around the bar. You felt your pulse quicken as he crossed the threshold, coming into your space—so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. He didn’t touch you right away, just stood there, eyes tracing your face as if memorizing every detail.

"Jake," you breathed, trying to keep your voice steady, but it came out softer than you intended.

He was standing so close now that you had to tilt your head back slightly to look up at him. His eyes, those piercing green eyes, locked onto yours, and you felt the tension building, thickening the air between you.

He leaned down, his face inches from yours. "Tell me to stop, and I will," he murmured, his voice soft but laced with desire.

You swallowed, heart racing, but you didn’t move away. Instead, you let the moment hang there, the pull between you undeniable. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your skin. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you sucked in a breath, torn between wanting to push him away and pull him closer.

"I should—" you started, but the words faltered as he stepped closer, his body now inches from yours.

"You should what?" Jake whispered, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. "Keep pushing me away? Or finally let me in?"

His hand slid down to your waist, his thumb grazing the bare skin where your shirt had ridden up slightly. It was such a small touch, but it sent heat flooding through you. You had been playing this game with him for months—keeping him at arm’s length, pretending his advances didn’t affect you. But here, now, in this quiet moment with the bar empty and the lights low, you could feel your resolve slipping.

Jake tilted your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Stop pretending you don’t feel this too."

And before you could second-guess yourself, before you could find another excuse to push him away, you surged forward, closing the distance between you. Your lips met his in a heated, desperate kiss, months of tension spilling over all at once.

Jake wasted no time, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you flush against him. His lips were warm, demanding, and you matched his intensity, your hands tangling in his hair as you pressed closer, wanting more, needing more. It was as if all the weeks of flirting and teasing had built up to this moment, and now that the dam had broken, neither of you could hold back.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Jake rested his forehead against yours, his voice rough. "Let me take you home tonight."

Your heart was racing as Jake’s words hung between you. Let me take you home tonight. His voice was thick with desire, and his forehead was still resting against yours, his breath warm on your skin.

But as the reality of what he was asking set in, a rush of nerves flooded through you. You pulled back slightly, creating space between your bodies. Jake immediately noticed the shift, his brows knitting together in confusion as you stepped away.

“Why do you keep pulling away from me?” he asked softly, his voice a mix of frustration and concern. 

His hand remained on your waist, though gentler now, as if he was afraid you’d slip away entirely.

You shook your head, trying to steady your breathing, but the words were stuck in your throat. 

He waited, watching you carefully, his expression softening as he searched your face for an answer.

“I don’t… I don’t do that,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jake frowned, clearly misunderstanding. “What, a one-night stand?” His lips quirked into a small, almost disbelieving smile. “Darlin’, I’ve been chasing you for months. This isn’t just some one-time thing.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten. He wasn’t playing around, and you knew it. But that wasn’t what this was about. You looked away, biting your lip as you tried to find the courage to say what had been weighing on you all this time.

He tilted your chin up gently, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Talk to me,” he urged, his voice low but patient. “What’s going on?”

You swallowed hard, the vulnerability of the moment making you feel exposed in a way you hadn’t expected. The tension between you had always been playful, teasing, but this… this was different. This was real. And the fear of disappointing him was almost overwhelming.

“Jake…” You hesitated, the words thick on your tongue. “I’ve never been with anyone. In that way.”

The weight of your confession hung in the air, and for a moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, afraid of how he might react. But when you finally dared to glance up, you saw something unexpected in his eyes.

There was no judgment. No disappointment. Just understanding.

His grip on your waist tightened slightly, grounding you as he took a step closer. “You mean you’re—?”

“A virgin,” you finished for him, your voice barely a whisper.

Jake exhaled softly, his expression unreadable for a moment as he processed what you’d said. Then, to your surprise, he let out a small, almost incredulous laugh—though it wasn’t mocking. It was more like he couldn’t believe the situation. “You thought that’d make me walk away?”

“I just thought…” You trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence. The truth was, you didn’t know what you had expected. Maybe that he’d see you as some kind of challenge, or that he’d decide it wasn’t worth it. “You’re… you. And I know you’ve been with… other people.”

Jake’s smile softened as he shook his head, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “Yeah, I’ve been with other people. But none of them were you.”

His words made your heart skip a beat, and before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender, reassuring kiss. “You think I’ve been showing up at this bar every night just for fun? I’m not here for a fling. I’m here because I want you.”

You closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you. It was so easy to get caught up in your own insecurities, to assume that someone like Jake wouldn’t want you once he knew the truth. But he was still here, still holding you close, as if none of that mattered.

“I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for,” Jake said softly, his hand sliding down to lace his fingers with yours. “But if you’ll let me… I’ll talk you through it. We’ll take it slow.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart ache, and for the first time that night, the nervousness you’d been feeling started to ease. Jake wasn’t rushing you, wasn’t pressuring you. He was offering you a choice.

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “You’d do that?”

Jake’s smile widened, his green eyes softening. “Darlin’, I’d do anything for you.”

As you and Jake finished closing up the bar, the familiar clinking of glasses and the faint scent of spilled beer lingered in the air. You wiped down the last countertop while Jake stacked chairs, a comfortable silence enveloping the space. But the excitement and nerves bubbling inside you felt electric.

Once the last light was turned off and the door was locked, you stepped out into the cool night air, glancing over at Jake. He stood beside you, his hands shoved in his pockets, his casual demeanor making him seem effortlessly charming.

You turned to him, your stomach fluttering with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. “So… what happens now?” You felt a bit awkward asking, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess yourself.

Jake’s smile was warm and genuine, lighting up his green eyes. “Well, we could go to my place or yours. Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”

His suggestion sent another thrill of excitement through you. “I think I’d feel better at your place,” you admitted, recalling the warmth and safety of the last time you were there. “My roommate is home.”

Jake nodded, a knowing look on his face. “That’s cool. I actually got a ride here, so if you don’t mind driving…?”

“Not at all,” you replied, leading the way to your car, your heart racing with the prospect of what the night might hold.

Once inside, you fished your phone out of your bag and shot a quick text to your roommate, letting her know you wouldn’t be home tonight. Just as you hit send, her response buzzed through, and you groaned at the barrage of messages that followed.

Your car’s Bluetooth connected automatically, and suddenly, your roommate’s messages began to read out loud in the car. 

“‘Where are you? Who are you with? Are you with the sexy blond pilot from Texas you’ve been talking about?’”

“Are you serious?” you muttered under your breath.

You rolled your eyes, your face flushing with embarrassment as Jake chuckled beside you. “So, am I the sexy blond pilot from Texas you’ve been talking about? Or is there someone else I should know about?”

“Yes, you are,” you admitted, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. You couldn’t tell if you were flustered or exhilarated, the thrill of the moment mingling with your nervousness.

Jake grinned, a teasing glint in his eye. “I like that title. It has a nice ring to it.”

As you pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, you couldn’t help but glance at him, trying to gauge his reaction. He was relaxed, leaning back against the seat, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Don’t worry. I promise not to embarrass you too much in front of your roommate when I meet her.”

You glance over for a second. The “when I meet her” is not being lost on you. He was so confident that this was something more than it seemed like it was. That there would be more times he went home with you. That there would be a point where you introduce him to your friends.

“It’s kind of cute how you get all flustered.”

“Cute?” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, though it was a little breathy. “Is that really the word you want to use right now?”

Jake shrugged, his smirk only growing wider. “What can I say? I’m a fan of cute.”

As you drove through the dimly lit streets, the tension in the car shifted to a more comfortable vibe. You found yourself stealing glances at him, his profile silhouetted against the glow of the dashboard lights, and every now and then, your eyes would meet.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his gaze steady on you, the question sincere.

“Just… this feels surreal,” you admitted, biting your lip. “I didn’t think I’d ever actually go home with someone, especially not someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” he echoed, pretending to be hurt. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know, charming, flirtatious, with a history of one-night stands,” you teased, though your heart raced as you said it.

“I’m more than just my reputation, you know.” Jake let out a chuckle, leaning closer as he turned his body toward you. “I promise I won’t be that guy tonight.”

You appreciated his earnestness, and it eased some of your nerves. “What guy are you going to be then?”

“The guy who’s crazy about you,” he said softly, the sincerity of his words hitting you like a warm wave.

You glanced away, your heart pounding, the weight of his confession sinking in. The rest of the drive passed in a comfortable silence, the city lights flashing by as you felt the promise of something more lingering in the air. The only time either of you spoke was when Jake would give you directions on where to turn to get to his off-base apartment.

As you approached his apartment complex, you parked the car and turned off the engine, the moment hanging between you. You took a deep breath, readying yourself for whatever came next.

Jake reached over and gently squeezed your hand, his touch sending warmth through you. “You okay?”

You nodded, meeting his gaze, the tension palpable. “Yeah. I think I am.”

“Good,” he said, his voice low and inviting. “Let’s take it slow, alright?”

As you stepped into Jake's apartment, the familiar warmth and coziness wrapped around you like a hug. The low light from a few strategically placed lamps bathed the space in a golden glow, and the faint scent of cologne lingered in the air. It felt inviting, and for a moment, the nervous energy that had been building since you left The Hard Deck began to dissipate.

Jake closed the door behind you and gestured toward the couch. “Make yourself at home. Want something to drink?”

You glanced around, taking in the soft, comfortable furnishings and the scattered remnants of his life—a few books on the coffee table, a framed picture of him and his fellow pilots, and a small plant in the corner that added a splash of green. “Sure, um… what do you have?” you asked, a hint of nervousness creeping back into your voice.

“Beer, water, or I think I might have some whiskey,” he replied, flashing a playful smile. “I could also make us some fancy cocktails if you’re feeling adventurous.”

You chuckled softly. “I’ll stick with beer for now. I think my nerves could use something familiar.”

“Good choice,” he said, moving toward the small kitchen area, and you followed, taking a seat on the couch. The soft cushions cradled you, a welcome comfort. As he grabbed two cold beers from the fridge, you noticed the way his muscles flexed, the effortless grace with which he moved.

He returned, handing you a bottle and plopping down beside you. “So, what do you want to watch?” He reached for the remote, casually leaning back against the couch, his proximity both comforting and electrifying.

You took a sip of your beer, grateful for the momentary distraction. “I’m not picky. What do you usually watch?”

He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m a sucker for anything with explosions, but I guess I could put on something less intense for you.”

“Maybe something funny?” you suggested, smiling. “I could use a good laugh right now.”

“Alright, let’s see what we can find,” he replied, scrolling through the options before settling on a comedy special. The familiar sound of laughter filled the room, and as you settled back, you felt the tension begin to ease away.

As the comedy special played on, you found yourself laughing at the jokes, the atmosphere gradually shifting from tense to relaxed. You both exchanged playful banter, the conversation flowing easily between you as you started to feel more at ease.

Jake made a few jokes that had you in stitches, and it felt refreshing to be with someone who made you laugh so easily. The sound of his laughter was infectious, and soon you were both caught up in a lighthearted exchange.

At one point, he leaned closer, his body angled toward yours, and you caught the warmth of his gaze. “You know, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you these past few months,” he said, his voice softening, sincerity spilling over the humor. “You’re not like other girls I’ve met.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, genuinely curious.

He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. “You’re real. You don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. I like that.”

A small blush crept across your cheeks at his compliment. “Thanks, I guess,” you replied, feeling the warmth of his gaze on you.

The air between you crackled with an undeniable tension, a magnetic pull that drew you closer to Jake. He maintained a patient silence, his eyes searching yours as if waiting for a cue. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.

After a moment, you gathered your courage, leaning in just slightly, your breath hitching as you closed the distance. Jake's gaze softened, his lips parting slightly in anticipation.

When your lips finally met, it felt electric. The kiss was gentle at first, a tentative exploration, but as you melted against him, the softness deepened into something more passionate. Jake’s hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as he responded to your kiss with a fervor that sent shivers down your spine.

You lost yourself in the warmth of his embrace, the world outside fading into oblivion. The kiss was everything you had imagined—sweet, thrilling, and filled with an unspoken promise.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, you found Jake watching you with a mix of admiration and desire in his eyes. 

“Wow,” he murmured, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “I didn’t think you could get any cuter.”

You couldn’t help but blush at his compliment, but the warmth of his body against yours was urging you to take things further. “Maybe we should… do something else,” you suggested your voice barely above a whisper.

Jake’s smile widened, and without hesitation, he stood, offering you his hand. “Come on,” he said, leading you toward his bedroom.

The moment you stepped inside, you felt a rush of anticipation. The room was dimly lit, with a warm glow emanating from a bedside lamp. It felt safe and intimate, the perfect setting for what was about to unfold.

Jake turned to you, his expression serious yet inviting. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low and gentle, as if he were afraid to push you too far too fast.

You nodded, feeling more confident now that you were here with him. “I am,” you replied, your heart racing with excitement. “I want to be with you.”

He closed the space between you, cupping your face in his hands. “Then let’s take it slow, okay?”

You smiled at him, grateful for his understanding. He leaned in, capturing your lips again in a heated kiss. His hands roamed your back, sending sparks of electricity through your skin, as you melted into him. You could feel the intensity of his desire mirrored in your own, and it filled you with a sense of exhilaration.

With a gentle nudge, Jake led you to the bed, sitting you down as he knelt in front of you. He took a moment to look up at you, his green eyes filled with warmth and something deeper—something that made your heart race.

“Are you really okay with this?” he asked again, his voice a soothing balm to your nerves.

You reached for him, brushing your fingers against his cheek. “I am,” you assured him, your heart swelling with affection. “Just… be gentle with me.”

“Always,” he promised, leaning in to kiss you softly, a world of emotion wrapped up in that one gesture.

As the kiss deepened, you felt the heat of his body pressing against yours, and the weight of your nervousness slowly began to lift. Jake’s hands moved to your waist, guiding you as he joined you on the bed, settling beside you with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your lips, his breath warm and inviting.

A wave of heat washed over you at his words. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied shyly, the chemistry between you undeniable.

As the kiss deepened, a surge of confidence coursed through you. With a newfound boldness, your hands slid down Jake's chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it fueled your desire. As you pushed his shirt up, Jake paused, letting you take the lead for just a moment longer.

With a playful smile, he pulled away just enough to shed the shirt completely, revealing his toned torso. Your breath hitched at the sight, and his green eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and admiration.

His hands moved to your shirt next, fingers gently grazing your skin as he looked into your eyes, searching for your consent. “Do you want to take it off, or should I do it for you?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

You felt a flutter of excitement in your stomach, a thrill at being so vulnerable yet completely safe with him. “You can do it,” you replied, your voice steady despite the rapid beating of your heart.

With a smile that sent warmth pooling in your chest, Jake carefully lifted your shirt, baring your skin inch by inch. His touch was gentle, and you reveled in the sensation of being exposed to him. Once your shirt was off, he leaned down, kissing a trail down your neck, shoulders, and collarbones, sending shivers through you.

The warmth of his breath against your skin sent waves of anticipation through you. With a deep breath, you caught him off guard by whispering, “I want more.”

Without missing a beat, Jake’s lips found yours again, igniting a fire that burned brighter than before. His hands moved with purpose, exploring your body as he trailed kisses down your chest, pausing to pay attention to every sensitive spot. The way he worshipped your skin made you feel cherished and desired all at once.

With each kiss, your confidence grew, and the nervousness that once lingered began to fade into exhilaration. You melted into him, losing yourself in the sensation of his warmth against you.

Jake’s kisses ignited every nerve ending in your body, and you responded instinctively, arching into him as he continued his exploration. His hands moved expertly, caressing your skin and pulling you closer, as if trying to fuse your bodies into one.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone, and the way he looked at you, with such intensity and reverence, made you feel like the only person in the world.

Feeling emboldened, you reached out, your fingers grazing his jawline before tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as you captured his lips once more. The kiss was fervent, passionate, and filled with the promise of everything that was yet to come.

With a playful glint in his eye, Jake pulled back just slightly, his breath hot against your lips. “Just so you know,” he said, a teasing smirk on his face, “this is definitely not a one-time thing.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling lighter, more alive than ever. “I’m glad,” you replied, your heart swelling with anticipation for what the night had in store.

As the kiss deepened, you felt the heat between you both intensifying. Jake's hands moved with a mix of urgency and tenderness as he helped you slide out of the rest of your clothes. Each piece of fabric that fell away felt like a barrier dissolving, but as you lay fully exposed before him, a wave of shyness washed over you. The vulnerability was overwhelming, and your heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Jake noticed the change in your demeanor, the way your confidence seemed to flicker just for a moment. With a gentle smile, he leaned over to grab a blanket from the edge of the bed, pulling it up over both of you, as if to cocoon you in warmth and comfort. 

“Hey,” he said softly, his eyes filled with reassurance, “you’re stunning. Just take a deep breath.”

You glanced at him, his presence grounding you even as you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. His gaze was warm, filled with a mix of desire and admiration, and it helped ease some of your nerves. But there was still the matter of the not-so-fun conversation to be had.

“Okay, we should talk about… you know,” Jake said, his voice a little more serious as he leaned back slightly, creating a little space. “Protection.”

You nodded, feeling your heart race in a different way now. “I’m on the pill,” you admitted, trying to keep your voice steady. “But I’d prefer it if you wore a condom too.”

Jake’s expression shifted to one of understanding. “Absolutely,” he said, a hint of relief in his tone. “Better safe than sorry.” He leaned over to his nightstand, opening the drawer and retrieving a condom.

You watched as he slid it on with practiced ease, the action both intimate and reassuring. It reminded you that despite the heat of the moment, he was still focused on your comfort and safety.

Once he was ready, he turned back to you, the blanket still wrapped around your bodies. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and sincere.

You nodded, feeling a little more at ease, the warmth of the blanket and his presence enveloping you. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just… a little nervous.”

He smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s completely normal. We can take this as slow as you need.”

With that, the nervous tension began to ebb away, replaced by the gentle caress of anticipation. Jake shifted closer, his body warm against yours beneath the blanket. You could feel his heart beating in rhythm with yours, a comforting reminder that you weren’t alone in this.

“Just tell me what you want, and I’ll follow your lead,” he murmured, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for any signs of hesitation.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded again, feeling the warmth of his gaze on you. “I want you,” you whispered, your voice steady now.

A grin broke out on Jake’s face, his eyes sparkling with delight. “Then let’s make this a night to remember,” he replied, his tone a mix of excitement and reverence.

With that, he closed the space between you, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one slow and deliberate. The world outside faded away, and in that moment, it was just you and Jake, ready to explore the depth of your connection together.

As Jake positioned himself at your entrance, a rush of anticipation coursed through you. He paused, looking deeply into your eyes, searching for any signs of uncertainty. With a gentle nod from you, he began to slide himself inside you, inch by inch.

The initial sensation was unfamiliar, but it wasn’t painful; instead, it felt like a warm, fulfilling stretch, unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Your breath hitched as he moved slowly, allowing you to adjust to this new intimacy. Jake’s lips found your neck, planting soft kisses along your collarbone, whispering sweet nothings that made your heart race even faster.

“Just breathe, okay? I’ve got you,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and filled with awe.

You nodded, feeling his warmth envelop you, both physically and emotionally. With each gentle thrust, he slid deeper, filling you completely. The rhythm he established was deliberate, slow, and tender, letting you savor every sensation.

“Tell me how it feels,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with you, his green gaze intense and sincere.

“It feels… good,” you breathed out, the words escaping before you could second-guess yourself. 

A smile spread across his face, his confidence mingling with genuine affection. “That’s all I want. Just want to make you feel good. You just tell me if you want me to go faster or if you want me to slow down.”

You shook your head, feeling more confident with every soft thrust. “No, just… keep going.”

Encouraged by your words, Jake adjusted his position slightly, finding a deeper angle. The pleasure built steadily, warmth pooling in your core as he moved. Each gentle thrust sent waves of sensation coursing through you, the connection between your bodies deepening with every moment.

He continued to whisper to you, his voice a mix of reassurance and desire. “You’re doing amazing. Just like that. You’re perfect.”

Jake’s kisses traveled back to your lips, capturing your mouth again in a heated kiss that ignited the spark between you even further. He pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist, as if he wanted to envelop you completely.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer as you felt yourself responding to his rhythm, instinctively moving with him. The sensation of his skin against yours ignited every nerve ending, making you gasp softly between kisses.

“You’re incredible,” Jake murmured, his voice husky and filled with admiration.

His words sent a thrill down your spine. You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the sensations he was creating, the warmth radiating from where you were joined. You focused on your breathing, allowing each inhale and exhale to synchronize with his movements, feeling the heat pooling in your core grow more intense.

“Jake,” you whispered, the name barely escaping your lips. You felt more vulnerable than ever, yet there was a thrill in that vulnerability, a trust in the way he held you, as if he were cherishing you.

With a gentle movement, he shifted his angle, and suddenly a wave of pleasure surged through you, almost overwhelming in its intensity. You gasped, feeling the unfamiliar sensation build higher and higher within you.

“Did you like that?” he teased, his breath warm against your neck. He began to pick up his pace, the urgency in his movements matching the rising tide of pleasure. 

You could only nod, too lost in the moment to find the words.

“Good,” he breathed, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. “I want you to feel everything, to let it all in.”

As he continued to move inside you, you felt a sense of liberation wash over you. Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you pulled him closer, silently urging him to keep going.

“You can let go, baby. Just enjoy it,” he encouraged his voice a steady anchor amidst the rising waves of pleasure.

And let go you did. You surrendered to the sensations, allowing each thrust to send you higher and higher, the world outside becoming a blur as you focused solely on the feeling of him inside you, filling you, moving with you.

Your breaths came in shorter gasps, and you felt an unfamiliar tightening deep within you, the unmistakable sign of your impending climax. 

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the pleasure, but Jake seemed to sense your body’s reactions.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered, his eyes searching yours for permission. “I want to see you let go.”

With a final, desperate thrust, that wave crashed over you, enveloping you in ecstasy. You cried out his name, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room as the world exploded in colors behind your closed eyelids.

Jake followed you, his movements becoming more erratic as he found his release, his body tensing above you, his eyes locked onto yours. In that shared moment of bliss, everything fell away—the doubts, the worries, and the fears—all that existed was the two of you, intertwined in a dance of passion and vulnerability.

As you both rode the waves of pleasure down, Jake collapsed beside you, pulling you close, his heart racing in time with yours. You nestled into him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body.

“Wow,” he finally breathed, his voice still thick with disbelief. “That was… incredible.”

You chuckled softly, still catching your breath. “Yeah, it was.”

Jake stroked your hair gently, his fingers weaving through the strands. “You okay?” he asked, his voice suddenly serious.

You nodded, looking up to meet his gaze. “Yeah, I am. More than okay, actually.”

A smile spread across his face, a mixture of relief and delight. “Good. Because that was just the beginning.”

After disposing of the condom, Jake crawled back into bed, the sheets cool against his skin. He noticed you instinctively covering yourself with the blanket, a hint of shyness creeping in after the intense connection you had just shared.

With a soft chuckle, he quickly rummaged through his dresser, retrieving a clean T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. 

“Hey,” he called out gently, “you might want to get comfy.” He tossed the clothes toward you, a playful grin on his face.

You caught the shirt and pants, a smile tugging at your lips as you slipped into the bathroom. After changing, you took a moment to compose yourself. The lingering sensations from earlier sent butterflies swirling in your stomach, and you took a deep breath to steady your nerves. You glanced at your reflection, a mix of exhilaration and disbelief washing over you.

When you finally stepped out, you found Jake lying in bed, now wearing a pair of sweatpants and leaning back against the headboard, his phone in hand. 

His eyes lit up the moment he saw you. “There you are,” he said, grinning. “Looking good.”

You felt the warmth spread across your cheeks at his compliment. “Thanks,” you replied, your voice soft as you moved to the edge of the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath your fingers.

There was a confidence radiating off him like a warm glow. “How are you feeling?” he asked genuine concern in his gaze.

“Still processing, I think,” you admitted, shifting slightly as you sat on the edge of the bed, the blanket pooling around your legs. “But… I’m really happy.”

He smiled at that, his expression softening. “Good. You should be. That was amazing.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to break free. “It was,” you agreed, glancing down at your hands for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “I wasn’t sure what to expect, but…”

“But?” he prompted, leaning forward slightly, his curiosity piqued.

“But it was better than I ever imagined,” you finished, feeling a rush of honesty.

Jake’s smile widened, and he scooted closer to you, his knee brushing against yours. “I’m glad to hear that. You deserve to feel that way, you know?” He paused, his voice turning serious. “I didn’t want you to feel pressured.”

You nodded, feeling a wave of warmth spread through you at his words. “I know. I trust you,” you said softly, searching his gaze for any sign of doubt. But all you found was sincerity.

“Good,” he replied, his tone lightening again. “So, what do you want to do now? We could order food, watch something ridiculous on TV, or just talk. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the options. “Food sounds good,” you said, feeling your stomach rumble in agreement.

“Alright,” he said, leaning back against the headboard with a playful smirk. “I’ll let you pick. Just know, if you choose pineapple on pizza, I might have to reevaluate our relationship.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “No pineapple, I promise.”

“Whew,” he said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart as if he had been spared from a terrible fate. “That’s a relief.”

As you reached for your phone to look up menus, you felt the tension from earlier dissolve into the comfortable atmosphere around you. You couldn’t shake the feeling of warmth and safety that wrapped around you like a cozy blanket.

You exchanged jokes and light-hearted banter, the air filled with laughter. It felt easy, the way it always had, but now there was an added layer of intimacy that made your heart race every time his hand brushed against yours.

“Alright, I think I found a place,” you said, finally breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. “How about tacos? They have really good ones.”

Jake nodded, looking pleased. “Tacos it is. But you have to promise me we’ll get dessert afterward.”

“Deal,” you agreed, your stomach fluttering again, both from the food and the closeness of him beside you.

After placing the order, you settled back into the bed, leaning against Jake as he grabbed the remote. With a few clicks, the TV flickered to life, a mindless comedy playing in the background as you both relaxed.

Every so often, he would glance at you, a soft smile on his face as he made jokes about the show. You could feel the chemistry between you, the tension of the night slowly morphing into something warm and comforting, as if you were both basking in the aftermath of what had just unfolded.

I'm Comin' Over

Summary: Ashley is sitting at home one night, staring at her phone. She knows she shouldn't call him. She knows it's a bad idea. But she can't resist and gives in. She sends Tyler a late-night text, and his response is immediate. Tyler arrives at her place and the two try to work out the issues in the relationship. SMUT.

The clock on the wall ticks monotonously, each second stretching into the next like the minutes of her lonely night. She sits on the couch in her living room wearing one of his old sweatshirts, its edges frayed and soft, paired with a pair of short shorts that seemed to emphasize how small and vulnerable she felt.

The dim glow of the TV screen flickers across the living room, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. Her gaze keeps drifting to the phone lying beside her, its screen dark and silent.

She scrolls through the endless list of streaming options. She flips through the titles with a listless finger, each show or movie offering no escape from the swirling thoughts in her mind. Her fingers click the buttons on the remote control, but her thoughts are consumed by him–Tyler. The weight of their unresolved issues presses heavily on her heart.

Her eyes dart back to her phone, which rests just a few inches away. She knows she shouldn't reach out. Their relationship has been teetering on the edge for too long, and she fears that any momentary comfort won't change the fundamental cracks. But the longing for him is palpable, and her resolve weakens.

She finds herself reaching for the phone. The screen illuminates her face as she stares at Tyler's contact. Her thumb hovers over the keyboard, the cursor blinking expectantly. 

She could call, hear his voice, and maybe he would come over. But did she really want to open that door tonight?

She sighs, finally giving in. Her fingers tremble slightly as she types a simple message: I miss you.

She hovers over the send button, her thumb hesitating as if weighing the consequences of her choice. Her heart pounds in her chest, and with a deep breath, she presses the button.

His response is almost immediate. The screen lights up with a notification: Tyler is calling. She answers, her voice barely above a whisper as she hears his familiar, comforting voice on the other end.

"I'm comin' over," Tyler says, and she can hear the urgency and warmth in his tone.

Minutes later, the sound of a key turning in the lock is quickly followed by the creak of the door as Tyler lets himself in. He kicks his boots off, them echoing softly as they hit the hardwood floor. He makes his way across the living room and takes a seat beside her on the couch.

Without hesitation, he leans in to kiss her. But she stops him, her hand gently placing itself on his chest. Tyler looks at her with a mix of confusion and concern.

"We need to talk, Tyler," she says, trying to steady her nerves. He hates that her voice falters slightly. "This...whatever this is between us...it's not working. We keep breaking up and making up, and it's exhausting. I think we should both move on. You know, get some closure–"

"Closure?" Tyler's expression hardens as he looks over at her. "To hell with the closure. Why would we want to end something that still has fire under it?"

She shook her head, her feelings a tangled mess of regret and desire. "But we keep doing this. We fight. We break up, and then we–"

"And then we make up," Tyler interrupts, his tone insistent. "You think that just because we fight sometimes means it's over? We've got something real here, Ash. I know it's not perfect, but it's still burning strong. Why would you want to put it out?"

She tries to argue, her voice rising with the frustration of her internal struggle. "I don't know if this is what I want anymore–"

Tyler leaned closer, his hand reaching out and cupping her face. His fingers were warm against her cool skin, his gaze piercing and intense. "You wouldn't have called me this late if you didn't want me anymore," he said, his voice soft and firm.

She opens her mouth to protest, but the words catch in her throat. She can see the sincerity in his eyes, the raw emotions that he's showing for a change. The weight of his words, combined with the closeness of his body, makes it hard to maintain her resolve.

Tyler's patience finally wears thin, and he leans in. His eyes lock on hers before he closes the distance between them and captures her lips with his own. The kiss is unexpected and intense. It's filled with an urgency that leaves her breathless. As his lips move against hers, the warmth and familiarity of his touch begin to dissolve her resistance.

She leans in closer to him, her hands finding their way to his neck and then his shoulders, anchoring herself to him. Tyler's hand slides around to the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She could feel the fire that had always burned between them reigniting with an intensity that made it impossible to think clearly.

He reaches down and pushes the blanket covering her lap to the floor, before grabbing her waist and pulling her body on top of his lap. Her body presses against his, and she could feel his heart pounding in rhythm with hers.

They continue to kiss, her hands going to the back of his neck and his hair. His sliding down her waist and around to her ass. As the kiss finally breaks they rest their foreheads against each other, breathing heavily.

She looks into Tyler's eyes, a mix of hope and apprehension in her gaze. "So, what does this mean for us?" She asks softly, her voice trembling slightly with uncertainty.

"I'm not ready to give up on us," he whispers as his lips gently press kisses to her neck.

"Ty...it has to be different this time. I don't want to keep fighting and breaking up."

"Then don't fight with me," he whispers as he reaches the collar of his sweatshirt. He pulls away so she can look into his eyes.

"I'm serious," she says.

He sighs, his hands resting on her waist as he looks into her eyes. "I know."

"You're always away, and sometimes...sometimes I feel like I don't hear from you at all. Days go by without even a text or a call. I have to watch your channel to see what you've been up to..." she starts to say before she stops herself to take a breath.

A mix of hurt and frustration crosses Tyler's face. "You think it's easy for me? I hate being away from you. I hate missing out on everything that's happening back here. I hate being away from you. I'm out there chasing storms because it's what I love, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. I just...I thought we could handle this"

She blinks, taken aback by his admission. The weight of his words hits her with a jolt. "Did you just...did you just say you love me?"

Tyler's face flushes slightly, a mix of vulnerability and determination. "Yeah, I did. I know I don't say it very often, but I mean it. I've been trying to balance everything, and I guess I thought you knew."

She stares at him, her voice trembling. "You've never said it before. Not like that."

He reaches up, his hand cupping her face as he looks at her. "I know I haven't been the best at showing it, and I'm sorry for that." He pauses to clear his throat before he continues. "But I do love you. I need you to believe me."

Her heart races, caught between hope and skepticism. Before she can say anything else, Tyler stands up, his strong arms supporting her as she wraps her legs around his waist. Her laughter bubbles up, a mix of surprise and delight.

Tyler grins, his eyes filled with mischief. "Let's see if I can show you just how much I love you. What do you say?"

With that, he starts to walk towards her bedroom, his steps confident but gentle. He makes his way over to the bed and lays her down on it. He presses a quick kiss to her lips before his hands grab the bottom of his sweatshirt and pulls it over her head, tossing it to the side. His tongue slides over his bottom lip as he realizes that she isn't wearing anything underneath the sweatshirt. His fingers then hook into the top of her pajama shorts as he slides them and her underwear down her legs.

He then turns and makes his way into the bathroom. She hears the sound of her shower turning on before Tyler returns a moment later.

"I haven't had a chance to shower since I got back, you don't mind if I use yours, right?" He smirks.

Her lips curve into a wide smirk as she props herself up on her elbows. "Only if I can join you."

He chuckles before he takes her hand pulling her to her feet and into him. His hands slide down her sides and around to her back as hers reach up to start undoing the buttons on the flannel he was wearing. She makes quick work of the buttons and he shrugs the shirt off. He then reaches down and grabs the bottom of the white undershirt he had on and pulls it over his head.

Her fingertips gently run down his chest, feeling the little bit of chest hair as she makes her way down to his jeans and belt. She makes easy work of the belt buckle before sliding the belt out of its loops. She then pops open the buttons of the jeans and slides his zipper down. He pushes his jeans and boxers down before stepping out of them.

He then takes her hand, leading her into the bathroom off her master bedroom. They step into the shower and the warm water hitting her skin instantly relaxes Ashley. It was as if all the negative thoughts and energy were washing down the drain too.

She closes her eyes, her head leaning back as she lets the warm water run over her skin. She feels his hand on her hip before he pulls her back against his chest. He leans in and starts kissing her neck and shoulder. Her arms reach up to run through his now damp hair as his hands continue to explore her body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses all over her shoulders and back.

"T-Tyler–" she moans as she suddenly feels a stream of warm water between her legs. Her eyes roll back, and she feels her knees start to go weak as Tyler turns up the pressure just slightly on the shower head.

Her fingers dig into Tyler's hair as she feels her climax creeping closer and closer. She was sure her knees were going to give out when her release hit, and she hoped Tyler's hold on her would be enough to keep her upright.

Just as she thinks she is going to finish, Tyler pulls the shower head away and she immediately feels a throbbing between her legs.

A small groan, almost a whine even, leaves her mouth as she wants nothing more than to have the pulsing sensation of the warm water back between her thighs.

"Shhh, I've got you, baby girl. You know I'm not going to leave you like this," Tyler says as he puts the shower head back in place.

His hands gently turn her around so their chests are touching and they're facing each other. He reaches down and takes her hands in his, intertwining his fingers with hers before he places them against the shower wall above him. He leans in and starts gently sucking on her neck. One hand keeps hers pinned above her head while the other reaches up and cups her face as he kisses her lips.

His arm reaches down, wrapping around her waist before lifting her. Her legs wrap around his waist as he presses her back against the tile of the shower wall.

Her hands brace herself on his shoulders as his hands move to her waist, guiding her down onto his cock. They both let out a moan as he slid into her.

"God you feel so good," he groans as he presses his forehead to hers.

His thrusts start slow and teasing, almost painfully so. He pushes in a few inches and then slowly pulls himself out. Then he'd push in again, painfully slow.

"I n-need more." She whispers into his ear as she feels an intense need for her realist.

His hips start to pick up speed, slowly but surely. She clenches around him, something she knew drove him absolutely crazy.

"S-shit," he breathes out as he braces himself with one arm on the tile wall while the other slides around her waist to support her weight. "You know that shit drives me insane."

"That's the point," she smirks.

"God, I love you," he says before he leans in and presses his lips to hers.

His hips start thrusting in and out of her quicker, every thrust causing his tip to brush against the spot deep inside of her. Her moans get louder, despite her best efforts to keep them in. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to subdue some of the noise.

"Let go of that fucking lip. Let me hear how good I make you feel," he demands, his eyes meeting hers.

She immediately lets go of her lip as her moans start filling the room.

"T-Tyler...f-fu–" she moans as she feels her orgasm approaching.

She was so close to her climax, that her legs started to shake. She just needs a few more thrusts, just that little something to push her over the edge. Tyler thrusts into her one last time, his name leaving her lips as he releases inside of her.

He gently sets her down on her feet, his arm staying strong around her waist. They both breathe heavily, their gasps for air filling the room.

"You okay?" He whispers as he lifts his head to look at him. He reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She nods, her lips curving into a smile.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I love you," he says before leaning in to press a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. "I love you so much, baby girl."

Kinktober 2024: Day 8

SUMMARY: When Tyler stumbles upon your curiosity about rope and bondage, your relationship takes an unexpected turn into a world of trust and exploration.

PROMPT: "Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same."

KINK: Rope / Bondage (accidentally put a little bit of a praise kink in there too so we are going to go with it.)

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT. (Bondage. Femal Receiving Oral. P in V. Unprotected Sex.)

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

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It was a quiet night, the two of you curled up on the couch in the living room of Tyler’s farmhouse. The soft glow of the TV lit the room, but neither of you was paying much attention to it. Tyler had one arm around you, absently running his hand up and down your arm as you watched TV, feeling the comfort of his presence. 

You had your phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through pictures when Tyler leaned over, trying to show you something funny on his own phone. 

In that brief moment, he caught a glimpse of your screen—specifically, a tab you’d left open, a blog post or two about bondage and rope work. 

You froze when you realized what he’d seen.

“What's that?” he asked, his voice curious, not judgmental.

Your heart skipped a beat as you fumbled to close the tab. “Oh, um… nothing, just… something I was reading.”

Tyler sat back, studying your face with that calm expression of his. “It didn’t look like nothing.”

You bit your lip, the warmth of embarrassment creeping up your neck. He wasn’t pushing, but the way his green eyes held yours told you he wanted to talk about it if you were willing. You had trusted Tyler with a lot over the six months of your relationship, but this was something you’d kept to yourself, unsure of how to bring it up—or if you even wanted to.

“It’s just… something I’ve been curious about,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know how to talk about it.”

Tyler’s brows furrowed, but not in a concerned way—in that thoughtful way he got when he was trying to understand something important. He gently took the phone from your hands and set it aside, shifting so he could focus on you completely. 

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice steady, “you don’t have to be embarrassed. If it’s something you’re interested in, we can talk about it.”

Your pulse quickened at the openness in his tone. 

“I’ve been reading some…well a lot about, you know, bondage… like rope stuff. It’s just—” you hesitated, trying to find the right words, “I’ve never done anything like that, but I think I might want to try it. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up.”

Tyler nodded slowly, his gaze warm and understanding. 

“You know I’d never judge you for anything like that, right? I’m glad you’re telling me.” He paused for a moment, leaning closer, his voice gentle but steady. “If you want to try it, we can figure it out together. But I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Relief washed over you at his response. You hadn’t been sure how Tyler would react, but his calmness and willingness to explore this with you made you feel safer than ever. 

“I’m definitely curious,” you admitted, “but I don’t want it to be weird.”

Tyler smiled softly, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “It won’t be weird. We just need to make sure we communicate and set some boundaries, so you feel safe the whole time.”

You nodded, your nerves slowly easing as the conversation flowed more naturally. “I guess I just want to… I don’t know, try it out in a way that doesn’t feel too intense.”

“Okay,” Tyler said, his voice even. “We can start slow. How about we keep it simple and see how you feel?”

The fact that he was being so considerate made you feel more confident. “I think I’d like that.”

Later that night, after a long conversation about boundaries and what you both were comfortable with, you found yourselves in the bedroom. The mood had shifted—not in a hurried or anxious way, but in a sense of anticipation.

Tyler stood in front of you, holding a length of soft rope in his hands, his eyes scanning your face for any hint of doubt. “You ready?”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

But as soon as you spoke, Tyler’s gaze lingered on you, noticing the slight tension in your posture, the way your shoulders were still a little stiff. He could sense your hesitation, even if you were trying to push through it.

“Hey,” Tyler said softly, setting the rope down on the bed. “Before we go any further, I want to make sure you’re really comfortable. You’re still nervous, aren’t you?”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding. “Yeah, a little. I guess I’m overthinking it a little.”

Tyler smiled gently, stepping closer until his body was just inches from yours. His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin. “It’s okay. We don’t have to rush anything.”

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips—slow and deliberate, giving you time to focus on the warmth of the moment instead of your nerves. You responded, feeling yourself slowly ease into the kiss, your worries beginning to melt under the steady, comforting rhythm of his lips.

Tyler deepened the kiss slightly, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. His touch was gentle, but firm enough to ground you in the moment. As his lips moved against yours, he gradually began trailing soft kisses down your jawline, then lower, until his mouth found the delicate skin of your neck.

He lingered there, his lips brushing against your pulse, and then he began gently sucking, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your breath hitch. His other hand slid down your side, resting on your waist as his thumb traced lazy circles against your skin, a soothing motion that contrasted with the heat of his mouth on your neck.

You felt your body start to loosen under his touch, the tension slowly giving way to a warm, relaxed sensation. Your heartbeat, which had been racing with nervousness just moments ago, began to settle into a more steady rhythm.

“Better?” Tyler asked softly between kisses, his voice vibrating against your neck.

You hummed in response, your hands finding their way to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as you leaned into him. “Yeah… a lot better.”

Tyler pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. “Good. We can keep going slow,” he murmured.

Tyler turned you gently, standing behind you as his hands ran along your arms before reaching for the hem of your shirt. 

“Let’s get this off first,” he murmured, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin as he began to lift it over your head. He moved slowly, giving you time to stop him if you weren’t ready, but you didn’t. You felt safe with him, wrapped up in the warmth of his presence. As the fabric fell to the floor, Tyler’s eyes took in every inch of you, and a soft smile played on his lips. 

“You’re stunning,” he murmured, stepping closer. 

His hands were gentle, fingertips grazing your bare skin as he moved to undo the clasp of your bra. Every touch was careful. When the bra came off, Tyler’s eyes never left yours, even as he took in the sight of your body. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t trying to move things along too quickly. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, then another, letting his lips trail over your skin in a way that made you feel cherished.

His hands slid down to the waistband of your pants, and once again, he moved slowly, carefully. He guided them down over your hips, letting them pool at your feet before helping you step out of them. Now, standing in nothing but your underwear, you felt vulnerable, but in a way that was freeing rather than frightening. Tyler’s hands came to rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin. 

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said, his voice low and full of admiration. His gaze was soft yet filled with desire, but there was no rush in his movements—just patience, as if he had all the time in the world to appreciate you.

Tyler kissed you again, slow and sweet, as his hands came up to cradle your face. When he finally pulled away, he reached for the rope again, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

“You’re absolutely sure?” he asked, his thumb brushing your cheek.

Your heart was beating faster now, but not from nerves—from excitement, from the safety you felt in his presence. 

“I’m sure,” you whispered back.

Tyler’s smile deepened, filled with warmth and reassurance. He moved slowly, carefully, letting you watch every step as he gently guided your wrists in front of you. “If you want to stop at any time,” Tyler said, his voice low but full of sincerity, “just say the word, and we’ll stop, no questions.”

You appreciated his reassurance, feeling the warmth of his hands on your skin as he looped the rope around your wrists, the sensation of the fibers pressing softly but securely against your skin. It wasn’t tight, just firm enough to give you a sense of being held.

As he continued to tie the rope, he kept glancing up, checking your expression for any sign of discomfort. “How’s that feel?”

You flexed your hands slightly, testing the bonds. 

“It’s… good,” you said, surprised at how calming it actually felt. The softness of the rope, coupled with Tyler’s slow, deliberate motions, made you feel secure rather than restrained.

With a reassuring smile, Tyler placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before softly guiding you back toward the bed. His hands on your waist were tender, his movements slow and purposeful. He helped you lie down, positioning you carefully on your back, making sure you were comfortable the entire time.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes locking onto yours. The concern and care in his voice made your heart swell.

"Good," you whispered, feeling both safe and excited. "I'm okay."

"Good," Tyler echoed, his thumb brushing along your side in a comforting gesture. "You just keep telling me if anything feels too much, okay?"

You nodded, trusting him completely as he reached for your bound wrists, lifting them gently. Tyler's hands were careful and deliberate as he placed your wrists above your head, aligning them with the headboard.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I kind of like you like this. So trusting, so sexy." 

His voice was low, almost reverent, and it sent a shiver down your spine in the best way possible. After securing your wrists to the headboard, Tyler paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over you with appreciation. 

He reached down, cupping your face in his hands, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "If you want me to stop at any point, just say the word."

You met his eyes, feeling the intensity of his care, his desire to make sure you were comfortable every step of the way. 

"I trust you," you said softly, and you meant it. There was no fear in this moment, only the thrilling excitement of being so deeply connected to him.

Tyler smiled, his expression softening as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. The kiss was slow, intimate, as if he was pouring all his admiration for you into that single moment. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

"You look so stunning," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "You don’t know what you do to me."

His words made heat rise in your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but smile. The vulnerability of being tied up like this felt surprisingly natural with him, the fear fading under the constant reassurance he gave you.

Tyler’s hands moved lower, grazing softly over your sides and down your hips. He took his time, letting his fingers explore your skin, always mindful of your comfort. He leaned down, pressing light kisses to your collarbone, your shoulders, and then lower still, his mouth trailing over your chest in a way that made your heart race.

Every movement was slow, deliberate, designed to make you feel cherished and desired. The tension in your body melted away with each kiss, your nervousness easing under his touch.

"You're so perfect," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and thick with admiration. "Every part of you."

Tyler’s lips continued their slow, teasing exploration of your body, but his hands never left the ropes, making sure they weren’t too tight, making sure you were always comfortable.

As his kisses deepened, his hands moved back to your waist, holding you in place gently. The softness of his touch, paired with the secure feeling of the ropes, made you feel more connected to him than ever before. The experience was intimate, but not in the rushed, overwhelming way you had feared. It was slow, careful, and full of trust.

"You’re doing so well," Tyler said again, his voice husky with both pride and desire.

Tyler's eyes never left yours as he took a deep breath, his hands still resting gently on your hips. His expression was soft, full of tenderness and understanding. 

“You’re still okay?” he asked quietly, his voice a gentle murmur that filled the quiet room.

You nodded, feeling a warmth in your chest from how attentive he was. “I’m good,” you whispered, your voice steady with trust.

Tyler smiled, the corners of his mouth curving up as his thumb brushed lightly over your hip. “You’re incredible,” he said softly, his words making your heart flutter in your chest.

With another nod, you took a deep breath, focusing on the steady, calming rhythm of Tyler’s presence. Slowly, he slid his hands down from your hips, fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear. His eyes flicked to yours again, silently asking for permission. You could see the care in his gaze, the way he was waiting for you to give him the go-ahead before continuing.

When you gave him a small, reassuring smile, Tyler’s lips quirked up in response. He hooked his fingers gently into the fabric and, with careful movements, began to slide your underwear down your thighs, taking his time as if he didn’t want to rush a single second. The fabric skimmed your skin, and with every inch, Tyler’s hands stayed gentle and soft, his gaze never leaving you.

He carefully placed your underwear aside, his hands returning to your thighs. His fingers danced lightly along your skin, tracing patterns that sent warmth spreading through you. Tyler’s touch was as gentle as ever, but there was a new layer of intimacy now, a deepening connection that had you feeling closer to him than you ever had before.

He shifted slightly, leaning down and pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin along your inner thighs. His lips were feather-light, each kiss deliberate and slow, as if he was savoring every moment. 

“God, I love you,” he whispered between kisses, his voice barely audible but full of affection.

The warmth of his mouth against your skin made you shiver, but not from nerves—this time, it was pure anticipation, mixed with the overwhelming sense of trust that filled the air between you.

As Tyler continued to kiss you softly, the teasing energy between you sparked something deeper. He pulled away just enough to study your expression, and a playful glint flickered in his eyes. 

“You’re doing so well with your hands restrained,” he said, his voice low and inviting. “Would you like to try something more?”

Your heart raced at the suggestion, excitement and nervousness swirling within you.

"Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same," he said with that beautiful smirk on his face.

"Yes." You nodded, the thrill of surrender igniting your senses even further.

With a gentle smile, Tyler moved down the bed, his hands exploring your ankles as he took more of the soft ropes in hand. 

“Just a little more, I promise,” he reassured you, his voice a soothing balm to your fluttering nerves.

He carefully secured one ankle to the corner of the bed, followed by the other. The sensation of being spread out, fully exposed to him, sent a shiver through your body. You were entirely at his mercy, and the trust you had in him wrapped around you like a comforting blanket.

As Tyler secured your ankles to the corners of the bed, you felt a rush of vulnerability wash over you. Being completely spread out for him—your hands above your head and your legs restrained—was an exhilarating but intimidating experience. A flutter of shyness crept in, making your cheeks heat up. You felt exposed in a way that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

Tyler noticed immediately, the way your breath quickened and your gaze darted away. A warm smile spread across his face, his eyes softening with understanding. 

“Hey,” he murmured, leaning closer so that his forehead nearly brushed against yours. “You’re beautiful, you know that, right? Just look at you.”

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, dispelling the shyness that had crept in. Encouraged, you met his gaze, finding comfort in the way he looked at you—full of desire and admiration.

With that, Tyler began kissing you again, starting with a gentle peck on your lips. He trailed his mouth down your body, his kisses soft and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of you. He knew where you were sensitive; his lips danced along your collarbone, making you shiver, then traveled down to the gentle curve of your breast. Each kiss was laced with reverence as he whispered sweet reassurances.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed against your skin, his warm breath sending another wave of heat through you.

He continued his exploration, trailing kisses along your sides, lingering at your waist before moving lower. 

“So gorgeous,” he murmured, his mouth moving to the sensitive skin just above your hips, sending delicious shivers coursing through you.

Your breath caught as he reached the soft skin of your thighs, each kiss igniting a fire within you. The way he worshipped your body with his words and touch made you forget your earlier shyness, replacing it with a sense of belonging and empowerment.

“I’m so lucky to have you here, trusting me like this,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours as he paused, his voice low and sincere.

The intensity of his gaze held you captive, and you could see the genuine affection in his eyes. With each kiss, he reassured you of your beauty, every word reaffirming the bond of trust you had built together.

“You really are perfect,” he murmured, stepping back to admire the way you lay before him. The sight of you, bound and vulnerable, stirred something primal within him, a protective urge mixed with a deep desire to cherish and please you.

With a playful grin, Tyler knelt between your legs, his hands caressing your thighs, the warmth of his touch igniting every nerve ending in your body. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he began to explore the area between your legs with deliberate attention. Each stroke of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, making you arch your back and pull against the restraints.

A desperate whimper escaped your lips, the feeling of wanting to touch him overwhelming. You instinctively tried to lift your hands and tangle your fingers in his hair, but the ropes kept your movements restrained, leaving you both frustrated and yearning.

“Tyler,” you gasped, your body instinctively seeking more as you squirmed against the bindings, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated. The sight of him, focused entirely on you, heightened the anticipation, and the intensity of the moment enveloped you completely.

“Just a little more,” he murmured, the teasing lilt in his voice sending another wave of heat rushing through you. His mouth continued its work, the sensations building again as he expertly brought you closer to that precipice of pleasure, making you forget the world around you.

You could feel the heat pooling in your core, the need for release mounting as he continued his ministrations. The way he expertly maneuvered between pleasure and teasing only heightened your desperation, and your body strained against the ropes, seeking more of him.

With each flick of his tongue and soft kiss, Tyler kept you right at the edge, leaving you breathless and wanting. You were completely his, bound in more ways than one, and the mixture of trust, desire, and anticipation enveloped you like a warm embrace.

“Just a little longer, then I’ll let you finish, beautiful,” he murmured, locking eyes with you as he teased you closer to that edge once again.

As you lay there, wrists and ankles restrained, you watched Tyler intently, your heart racing in anticipation. His eyes remained on you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he stood at the edge of the bed. With deliberate slowness, he reached for the buttons on his shirt, his fingers working each one free with a maddening calm. The fabric parted, revealing the toned skin beneath, and with a shrug, he let the shirt slip off his shoulders and fall to the floor.

You instinctively pulled against the restraints, wanting nothing more than to reach out, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your hands. Your fingers itched to trace the lines of his chest, to be the one undressing him. But the bindings held firm, keeping you in place, leaving you helpless to do anything but watch. And it drove you wild.

Tyler’s gaze flickered over you, noticing the subtle tug of your wrists, the way your legs shifted ever so slightly against the bindings. His smirk deepened, and a flicker of something darker and more teasing passed through his eyes. 

He could see how much you wanted him—how badly you wanted to be the one pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body against yours. And it thrilled him.

“You want to touch me, don’t you?” His voice was a low rumble, teasing but soft, as he undid his belt with a slow, tantalizing pull. The leather slid free, and the soft clink of the buckle echoed in the room.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat, your eyes glued to him as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down over his hips, revealing the strong lines of his legs. He stepped out of them, leaving him standing before you in just his boxers, his body exuding confidence and calm control.

The sight of him had your pulse racing, and you tugged at the restraints again, a soft, involuntary whine escaping your lips as frustration and desire mingled. Tyler noticed and chuckled softly, the sound sending a thrill through you.

“I love how much you want me,” he murmured, stepping closer to the bed. He leaned down, his hands resting on either side of your head as he hovered over you. “How much you’re pulling at those ropes… needing to touch me.”

His lips brushed yours, barely a whisper of contact, before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were filled with a heady mix of affection and lust, making your heart pound even harder.

“You know,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “The way you look at me right now… makes it so hard to take my time.”

His words sent shivers down your spine, and you felt the tension in your body coil tighter, the anticipation growing. Tyler’s gaze lingered on your face for a moment longer before he straightened, standing tall as he slid his boxers down and kicked them aside. He was fully exposed now, and the sight of him made your breath hitch. You wanted him more than ever, wanted to feel him, to close the gap between you.

But Tyler wasn’t done teasing you. He glanced down at your wrists and ankles, still bound to the bed, then back at you with a sly grin. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said softly, a playful edge in his voice. “And I think I kind of like that.”

Your body strained against the restraints, the desire to reach for him almost overwhelming. But Tyler only seemed to enjoy it more—the sight of you wanting him so badly, needing his touch. 

He leaned down again, brushing his lips against your forehead before whispering, “I’m not going to rush. I want to savor this… savor you.”

His words left you trembling with anticipation as he shifted his attention back to you, his touch slow and deliberate, his gaze never leaving yours.

Tyler’s hands moved slowly and carefully as he undid the restraints around your ankles, his touch gentle as ever, checking in with you, making sure you were still okay. His eyes searched yours for any hesitation, but the trust between you was undeniable. You nodded, signaling that you were ready, and he smiled softly, running his thumb over your skin before positioning himself between your legs.

He lowered himself over you, aligning his body with yours as his tip brushed against your entrance. A shiver ran through you at the anticipation of what was coming. Slowly, he began to push inside, and your body reacted immediately, your head rolling back against the pillow as you felt him stretch you. A soft whimper escaped your lips, and Tyler stilled for a moment, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. His lips lingered against yours, comforting and grounding you as your body adjusted.

“You’ve got this,” he whispered against your mouth, his voice low and soothing. “You’ve taken me before. You can take me now.”

His reassurance settled in your chest, easing the slight tension that had built up. Once he was fully inside, Tyler paused, giving you the time to adjust, his hands gently running along your sides. His eyes were locked onto yours, filled with nothing but affection and care. Brushing a few stray strands of hair from your face, he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “I love you.”

Those words made your heart swell, and you smiled softly at him. Then, with a slow roll of his hips, Tyler began to move. The sensation of him filling you so completely, combined with the trust that lingered in the air, had you arching your back, and instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

Tyler groaned softly as you brought your hips up to meet his, finding a rhythm together that made your entire body come alive. The tension in the restraints around your wrists heightened the sensations, the slight pull against them making every movement feel more intense. You could feel the headboard creaking, your hands tugging instinctively against the ropes, desperate to touch him, but at the same time, you loved the restraint, the vulnerability, the way Tyler held you so securely even though you couldn’t move.

Tyler’s eyes flashed with something primal as he noticed, the creaking of the bed and the way you responded to him only fueling his desire. 

“You’re so incredible like this,” he breathed out, his voice strained with pleasure as he picked up his pace. “I love seeing you… feeling you like this.”

Your body responded to his every move, meeting his thrusts with a passion that left you breathless. The heat between you intensified, each thrust sending a ripple of pleasure through your body, and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Tyler’s name left your lips in soft, desperate whispers as you pulled tighter against the restraints, craving even more of him, every inch of his presence and his touch.

Tyler’s hips never faltered, his control evident even as he groaned your name, his pace steady yet filled with raw intensity. The creaking of the bed only grew louder, a testament to the growing tension and passion between you. Tyler's gaze remained fixed on you, his body pressed against yours as he leaned down again, kissing you deeply, making sure you knew that you were everything he needed, everything he wanted.

The trust, the intimacy, the love—it all intertwined in that moment, leaving you both breathless and completely wrapped up in one another.

Tyler’s movements became more urgent as he sensed the shift in you, his thrusts deeper, more purposeful, as he felt your body tightening around him. The sound of your breathing, faster now, mixed with the soft gasps that escaped your lips. You were right on the edge, the sensation building rapidly until it finally crashed over you like a wave. Your body trembled, your release washing through you with an intensity that had you arching into him, tightening around him in the process.

The sensation of you squeezing him so tightly sent Tyler over the edge as well. His thrusts grew uneven as a groan ripped from his throat, his body quivering with need. He pulled out quickly, one hand wrapping around himself as he pumped a few more times, the release so close. With a low growl, he came, his warmth spilling onto your stomach and chest in thick, pulsing waves. The pleasure left him breathless, his body still shuddering with aftershocks as he collapsed beside you on the bed, both of you gasping for air.

For a moment, neither of you moved, your bodies completely spent as you lay there side by side, basking in the afterglow. 

Tyler turned his head toward you, his eyes soft with affection as he reached up, his fingers gently untying the knots that held your hands. The rope loosened and finally fell away, and you sighed in relief, rubbing your wrists gently.

“I’ll be right back,” Tyler murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before he slipped off the bed. 

He walked into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth. Without a word, he began gently cleaning your stomach and chest, his touch tender and caring. He wiped away any remnants of his release, his movements slow and deliberate, making sure you were comfortable. Once he was satisfied, he took the washcloth back to the bathroom, leaving you to relax in the quiet stillness of the room.

When he returned, Tyler climbed back onto the bed, a contented smile on his face. He reached down for the throw blanket at the foot of the bed, pulling it up over both of you as he slid in next to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, tugging you close to him as you nestled against his chest, your head resting just above his heart. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a sense of peace, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his thumb brushing soothing circles over your arm.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Tyler whispered, his voice filled with warmth. 

He pulled you even closer, his body completely relaxed now as he held you in his arms. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, surrounded by the quiet comfort of the night.

With the blanket cocooning you both, and Tyler’s arms wrapped securely around you, you let out a content sigh, feeling utterly safe and loved in his embrace.

As you lay in Tyler's arms, the comforting silence wrapping around you, he gently shifted his hand to your wrists, his fingers tracing the areas where the ropes had been. His touch was featherlight, careful as he ran his thumb over the tender skin, checking for any sign of discomfort.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. "I didn’t hurt you, did I? Were they too tight?"

You shook your head, smiling up at him. "No, it was great. I... I really enjoyed it."

But even as you spoke, a small flicker of self-consciousness settled in. You bit your lip, unsure for a moment, wondering if maybe Tyler hadn’t enjoyed it as much as you had. It was something you’d been curious about, something new for both of you, but what if he hadn’t felt the same spark? What if it wasn’t as good for him?

Tyler sensed the slight change in your expression, the way your gaze briefly dropped, and he shifted to look at you more fully. 

"Hey," he murmured gently, tipping your chin up with his fingers so you’d meet his eyes. "What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

You hesitated before finally voicing your worry, your voice soft. "Did you... enjoy it? I mean, was it okay for you?"

For a split second, Tyler’s eyes widened in surprise, before a soft laugh rumbled from his chest. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing along your skin. 

"Okay?" he repeated, his voice teasing as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Seeing you like that, was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Of course I enjoyed it."

The sincerity in his voice made warmth bloom in your chest, and you couldn’t help but smile. His words reassured you more than you expected, and the tension you’d been holding onto melted away.

Tyler grinned, the mood lightening between you as he lay back beside you, his hand tracing lazy patterns over your arm. 

"Where do you think I learned to tie knots like that?" he asked with a playful wink.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his tone. "Oh, I don’t know… where?"

He laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Rodeo days. I used to ride bulls, remember? I know my way around a rope."

You couldn’t help but laugh at his casual confidence. "Of course. Should have known I was in expert hands."

Against The Truck » Tyler Owens

Week of October 6th-12th

Pairings: Boyfriend!Tyler Owens x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Tyler fucks you against his truck.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, brief mention of alcohol, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, public sex, daddy kink, praise kink, spanking (once), Tyler’s cowboy hat, pet names

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Halloween divider made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You sauntered over to the pool table where Tyler was playing pool with Boone. You placed your hands on the edge of it and watched them. Tyler couldn’t help but notice your upper arms pushing your breasts together, making your cleavage look more noticeable. He shot the cue ball at the ball he was trying to pocket, but missed due to him being distracted by your breasts.

“How could you miss that?!” Boone asks, snapping Tyler out of his trance.

Tyler shrugged his shoulders, walking over to stand next to you. He watched Boone shoot the cue ball at the eight ball and pocketed it.

“I win!” Boone cheers triumphantly.

Boomed walked over to you, holding his hand up for a high five, in which you gave him one.

“I’m gonna get a beer.” He says before walking to the bar.

Tyler put the pool stick away before giving you his undivided attention. You put your hands on his chest, rubbing them up and down while biting your bottom lip. Tyler knows that look all too well. He grabbed your hand and led you to his truck. He pinned you against one of the car doors, kissing you hungrily. You moaned against his lips. You pulled away from his lips to take his cowboy hat off of his head and put it on your head. You then leaned close to his ear.

“I want you to fuck me against your truck, cowboy.” You whispered seductively in his ear.

Tyler felt his cock grow uncomfortably hard in his jeans. His hand disappears under your skirt. His fingers felt how wet your panties are when he touched the soaked fabric.

“Does the thought of me having my way with you in public make you wet, darlin’?” Tyler asks, whispering in your ear.

“Mhmm, yes, daddy.” You hummed, biting your bottom lip.

Daddy, not cowboy. Daddy… that’s a new one for Tyler and he loves it. He wants to hear more of it.

“Say it again, darlin’.” He said. “I wanna hear you say it again.” He says.

“I want you to fuck me against your truck, daddy.” You say seductively.

Tyler couldn’t take it anymore. He needs to fuck you right now. He unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Your eyes zeroed in on Tyler’s hard cock when he pulled it out of his boxers. He then grabbed the back of your thighs, getting you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. His hand disappears under your skirt again, moving your panties to the side. He lined his cock at your wet entrance, sliding it in your pussy. A relieved moan fell from yours and Tyler’s lips.

When his cock was fully inside of you, his hands got a good grip on your waist as he began to fuck you against the side of his truck. Your head fell back against the window of the car door, enjoying the feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls. Tyler kissed along the column of your neck, lightly dragging his teeth against your skin.

“Better hold on, baby.” Tyler almost whispers. “Just because we’re in public, doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop.” He says huskily.

The thickness of Tyler’s accent turned you on even more. You love his accent. Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders. Your nails dug into the material of his shirt. His thrusts were fast, but loving. Tyler decided to switch it up. He wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you against him as he fucked you. His free hand was placed on his truck over your head.

His cock was hitting all of the right spots. Strings of moans and his name left your lips. Tyler didn’t bother to keep you quiet. He wants everyone to know that you’re his cowgirl. He wants everyone to hear the sound of your moans as he fucked you against his truck.

“Oh, Ty!” You moaned.

You immediately knew what name you said. You opened your mouth to corrected yourself, but a yelp came out instead when Tyler’s hand landed a spank on your ass.

“What’s my name, sugar?” Tyler asks lowly.

“Daddy…” You corrected yourself.

“Good girl.” He praises, giving your ass a gentle pat.

You love it when Tyler praises you. It turns you on even more.

You leaned in for a hungry kiss. Your lips were parted enough for Tyler to slide his tongue in your mouth, exploring every inch of it. One of your hands found their way to the back of his head, your fingers carded through his hair before giving it a tug, making Tyler moan against your lips.

You moved your lips down to his neck, marking him up. Tyler moaned at the feeling of your teeth nipping on his skin. One of his hands left your waist, finding its way to where the two of you are connected. His fingers began to rub circles on your clit.

“Daddy!” You gasped at the feeling.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, darlin’?” Tyler mutters huskily in your ear.

“Mhmm.” You moaned.

Tyler sped up his thrusts as he continued to rub your clit. His cock hit your sweet spot perfectly, making you arch your back in pleasure. You leaned your head against the truck window. Your moans were now sounding more high pitched and a little pornographic, which Tyler loves. Your hands clutched the fabric of his shirt. You could feel your orgasm building up. Tyler could also feel it by the way your pussy way squeezing around his cock.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” He asks.

“Mhmm, yes!” You answered in a moan.

“Cum for me, sugar. I’m right behind you.” He says.

Tyler’s fingers rubbed faster on your clit. A loud moan of his name left your lips when you came, not caring that you two are in public in a parking lot right now. Tyler fucked you through your orgasm and gave your clit one last rub before focusing on his own orgasm, which wasn’t too far behind yours.

His thrusts got sloppy for a short moment before he regained rhythm. Then he finally came, coming inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He leaned his forehead against yours as the two of you caught your breath. After a moment, Tyler put you back on the ground and you guys readjusted your clothes.

“That was amazing.” You stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. “Daddy.” You added, biting your bottom lip.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, darlin’.” Tyler playfully warns.

“Then take me to our motel.” You say, grinning up at your boyfriend.

“Get in the truck.” He says, opening the truck door.

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Day One [My Lover, My Hero]

-> After a nasty break-up with your Ex, Rhett, he comes to your rescue when two burley patrons don’t take no for an answer. {Rhett Abbott}

Day Two [An Angels Discretion]

-> When Bradley gets a call to say you’ve been involved in a major car accident, his whole world is turned upside down. {Alternate Ending to An Angels Discretion}

Day Three [Protect Thy Saviour]

-> When Jake and Hollywood are enjoying a fire in the comfort and silence of Jake’s courtyard, Hollywood reminds Jake that nothing was ever his fault. {From the Bruises Series}

Day Four [For What You’ve Done]

-> Five months ago, the love of your life was killed in a car accident. In the aftermath of Jake's death, you and Rooster lean on each other to deal with your grief and soon become a couple. So when you suggest a camping trip together, Rooster agrees. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? (A-reader-and-a-writer special)

Day Five [Breathe For Me]

-> The love of Jake’s life is plagued with chronic migraines after an unfortunate work place accident. But when a migraine feels wrong? Does Jakes initial response cost him his most priceless wife?

Day Six [Drink With Me P2]

-> Two years after Jake was forced to watch you ripped apart by the creatures that now terrorize the world, he is a shell of the man he once was. However, a familiar voice calling to him in the dark may give him a second chance.

Day Seven: [The Hills Have Eyes]

-> Jakes mind plagues him with haunting memories at your funeral. Bradley is forced to come to terms with the fact he'll be Jake Seresins metaphorical punching bag for the rest of his life. {From the Bruises Series}

Day Eight: [Torture Tuesday] During an intense interrogation, your existence is made obsolete when half the population is turned to dust. What felt like a mere five minutes was in fact— five years. With the knowledge that Hydra was once again rising with intentions more sinister then the last, you do the job you were originally sent out to do. Protect Sargent James Buchanan Barnes at whatever means necessary.

Day Nine [Whumpless Wednesday] Jake is so intoxicated he forgets he played a life threatening prank on you. Leaving you to freeze, for hours.

Day Ten: [Trauma Thursday] You have a patient booked in for an early ultrasound….What you don't expect is for it to be the new partner of your Ex-husband. Bradley Bradshaw.

Day Eleven: (A reader and a writer Special)

Day Twelve: [Sensory Saturday] Charles and Logan, already in a Days of Future Past quests, take a detour when Charles feels another mutant in the Pentagon.

Day Thirteen: [Suprise Sunday] When your son shows up on Jakes door scared and all alone, he soon realises that something might be wrong at his neighbours home.

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playing pretend

pairing: tyler owens x reader

summary: you’ve had a crush on javi for a while, so it stings when he invites you on a chase and is flirting with other girls. tyler offers to help you make javi jealous, helping you realize maybe the cowboy isn’t so bad after all.

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You were sitting in the motel parking lot staring at Javi. When he invited you to come chase some storms with him, you assumed that meant he liked you.

You both had met in college while studying meteorology. You’d remained very close, but your jobs tended to keep you traveling all the time.

You thought his invitation was for you both to reconnect. But now you were sitting alone watching as he flirted with some girl who was fawning over him.

Well not completely alone.

“You got a thing for him or something?” You heard a deep voice ask you.

You looked over to glare at Tyler. Javi had introduced you to Tyler yesterday, and you weren’t exactly seeing yourself becoming fast friends.

He liked to tease you. You were stubborn and didn’t like being teased.

He’d been watching you stare at Javi all night. It was clear to him that you had feelings for Javi.

“No, I don’t have a thing for him.” You lied through your teeth. You weren’t in the mood to confide in the guy who kept bothering you about your relationship troubles.

“So, there’s some other reason you’ve tensed up every time he’s talked to a girl tonight?” Tyler asked you, smirking. You both knew you weren’t fooling him. “Why does it matter to you? You in love with him too?” You joked sarcastically.

Tyler let out a laugh that shook his whole body. He was immediately attracted to your quick sense of humor. He’d never met a girl that kept him on his toes before.

“No, we have more of a rivalry than anything. I was trying to help the damsel in distress, but if you’ve got it handled—” he started to say, baiting you.

He started smirking when you interrupted him. You played right into his hand. “First, I’m not a damsel in distress, got that?” You snapped a him. You thought you’d met a lot of guys like Tyler. Just your traditional fuckboy.

You just hadn’t realized yet that Tyler wasn’t anything like that.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, winking at you. You rolled your eyes at his juvenile sense of humor. “But what did you have in mind?” You asked him.

Tyler could see the way that your eyes lit up with curiosity. He knew you liked chasing tornadoes as much as him, or Javi, or any of the guys there. That meant you enjoyed a little risk. And flirting with your crush’s rival to make him jealous was the perfect kind of risk.

“Why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you?” Tyler said, winking at you. You could feel your stomach do a flip. Why were you feeling like this? You weren’t attracted to Tyler, right?

“Jealousy is your play?” You asked him, pretending like his words didn't make you feel all fluttery. He glared at you. There was a level of nonverbal communication, where you both knew jealousy would work.

He beckoned you over with his hand. You huffed before standing up and walking over to the lawn chair he was sitting in. You felt awkward as you stood in front of him. You didn’t know what to do next.

He held his hands out for you. You set your hands lightly in his, nervously awaiting his next move. You squealed as he pulled you into his lap. He chuckled to himself at your surprised reaction.

He moved your legs over the arm of the chair, letting his hand rest on the back of your thigh. Your breath got stuck in your throat as his hand snuck higher up the back of your leg.

You softly brushed a few stray hairs out of his face. You started to admire him as you saw him up close for the first time. You found yourself getting lost in the small speckles in his eyes.

“Nicely done, gorgeous. We’ve definitely got his attention.” Tyler whispered to you. His voice came out deeper and huskier than you’d heard it before. His words reminded you that all of this was to make Javi jealous.

You felt guilty for how much you were enjoying Tyler’s touch. There was a confidence to the way his hands ran over your skin. You knew it was pretend, but you felt a shiver run down your back every time he touched you.

“Go ahead, look over at him. Let him know you know he’s watching.” He said, taking his free hand and running it along your calf. You coyly looked over your shoulder and saw the way Javi was looking past the girl he was talking to. His eyes were laser focused on you.

You returned your attention to Tyler. Javi was pissed that you wouldn’t pay attention to him for more than a couple seconds. You ran your fingers through Tyler’s hair again.

You watched the way his eyes fluttered softly, almost closing. A soft groan escaped his lips as your nails scratched against his scalp. You couldn’t even admit to yourself how much you liked it.

“If Javi didn’t hate me already, he sure does now.” Tyler said, chuckling to himself. You glanced back over your shoulder. The girl that he’d been talking to had left him. She got annoyed when Javi wouldn’t even look at her.

You ran your fingers over Tyler’s chest, playfully toying with the buttons on his flannel. “I have an idea. Do you trust me?” You asked him. Tyler noticed that mischievous glint in your eye again. The air between the two of you was still as Tyler’s mind raced with possibilities.

“You could drive a man insane with that little mischievous smile, y’know that right?” He chuckled, squeezing your thigh.

You stood up from the chair, pulling Tyler up with you. “Follow my lead,” you leaned in to whisper in his ear. Tyler felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

He noticed how intensely Javi was watching you both, so he wrapped his arm around your waist. You winked up at Tyler and moved his hand into your back pocket.

Tyler nearly choked on the air. He tried his best to hide the blush on his cheeks.

Having seen enough, Javi snuck off to his room for the night.

You and Tyler stopped by the stairwell up to where your rooms were. Tyler moved his hands off of you, and you instantly missed the contact. “I can’t believe your little plan worked.” You said, leaning back against the wall to face him.

“There is one thing no one’s immune to. And it’s jealousy.” He said, kissing the back of your hand softly. His eyes didn’t leave yours. The air between you both felt tight. Neither of you wanted to leave each other.

“Good night, Tyler.” You told him. You went up on your tiptoes to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. His eyes stayed glued to you as you walked up the stairs.

You walked into your room, but Tyler stayed at the bottom of the stairs. He couldn’t make his feet walk towards his own room. He was stuck in place, watching where you’d gone.

Ignoring everything in him that told him it was a bad idea, he jogged up the stairs towards your room.

When you heard a knock on your door, you assumed it was Javi. You were surprised to see Tyler. He also seemed surprised that he’d worked up the courage to knock. He hadn’t quite figured out what to say yet.

“What’s up, cowboy?” You asked, smirking at how stunned he was. You hadn’t known him long, but you’d never seen Tyler speechless.

He took a step closer to you. Once again, you felt the air get sucked out of you. He was only inches away, completely within your grasp.

You shouldn’t have wanted him the way you did. You had a crush on Javi, right?

“You know, I think it would really piss Javi off if he thought something happened behind closed doors with us.” Tyler said.

You tilted your head to the side. You gulped. Images of Tyler flooded through your mind, dreaming of the possibilities. “What—what're you saying?” You asked, stumbling over your words.

“Can I come in?” He asked, avoiding your question. You hesitated for a second, knowing nothing was off the table once you both were alone together.

You nodded and opened the door for him to step inside. You sat down on the edge of your bed as Tyler struggled to find the words. “He needs to think we slept together or something right? So, maybe just something subtle that makes him spiral.” He hinted.

“Like what? A fake hickey?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Tyler felt his body heat up at the thought of marking you up like you were his. “Yeah…th-that would definitely work.” He mumbled, clearing his throat.

“I have some makeup, but I don’t know how to make it look real.” You said. Tyler chuckled and smirked at you. “I think there’s a real obvious solution here, gorgeous.” He told you. He waited for you to realize what he was suggesting.

He cockily watched as your eyes went wide. “Oh, fuck it, do what you have to do.” You said, moving all your hair over your shoulder.

He sat beside you on the bed. Your palms felt clammy as his thigh pressed up against yours.

Tyler tightly placed one hand on your waist to steady himself. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” He said, wanting to make sure you were absolutely sure.

“Please, just do it.” You rushed him.

He buried his face in your neck. First, you felt him lick a short stripe across your neck. Your whole body shuddered. He immediately noticed the effect he had on you.

It gave him the boost in confidence he needed. He attached his lips to your neck and started softly sucking on the skin. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the way your eyes instinctively fluttered closed. He let his fingers weave through your hair, cupping the back of your head.

He mentally cursed himself for noticing how soft your skin was and how your hair smelled like roses. Tyler had gotten a taste of you now, and he didn’t want to let you go.

He pulled away. He was feeling self-conscious that he’d been going for too long. He didn’t want you to realize how much he was enjoying it.

“Does it look convincing?” You asked him, nervously. You also had to remind yourself of the reason you were doing this. Tyler looked at your neck, admiring the dark bruise that was forming. He could almost pretend you were his.

“Not quite, hang on,” he lied, attaching his lips to your neck again. Tyler felt bad for lying to you, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

It caught you by surprise this time. You reflexively reached out and grabbed his thigh.

His thumb rubbed small circles on your hip. You had to bite down on your lip to not moan at how good his lips felt. You sunk your nails into his thigh, trying to control yourself. His touch was driving you crazy.

You didn’t know what was happening. It definitely wasn’t Javi that had you feeling like this though.

You tilted your head away from him, giving him more access. He effortlessly moved his lips against your neck, giving the spot a few playful bites.

After what felt like hours, he pulled away to admire his work. “If that doesn’t piss him off, I don’t know what will.” He said, with a mischievous expression.

“So, you come find me at breakfast tomorrow morning after I’ve made sure that Javi’s seen it.” You told him. It was your pathetic attempt to pretend like this was still about Javi. You both were enjoying yourselves a little more than you cared to admit.

He nodded, standing up from the bed. He slowly walked towards the door. He was wracking his brain for any excuse to stay.

“Oh, wait, there’s something else.” You said, rushing over to your duffel bag.

Tyler looked over your shoulder curiously. His eyes went wide when you pulled out a pair of black lace panties. “Oh, gorgeous, a souvenir for my troubles?” He teased you. He was trying tried to distract himself from the mental images of you wearing them.

“Give these back to me tomorrow when Javi is looking. Act like I left them in your room tonight or something.” You said, handing them over. Tyler smirked and tucked them into his back pocket.

“See you tomorrow, gorgeous.” He said, before leaving your room.

You both had very sleepless nights as your minds drifted to each other.

You made sure to choose a revealing tank top the next day that didn’t attempt to hide the hickey at all. You were one of the first people outside for breakfast. Boone was at the grill, cooking bacon and eggs for everyone.

You anxiously waited for Javi to come down.

You finally saw the door to his room open, and your eyes locked instantly. As he walked down the stairs, his eyes ran down your body and noticed the very prominent mark. You felt cocky as he clenched his jaw.

You’d won. You’d made him jealous. Just like you set out to, but you didn’t feel like you’d won.

Javi joined Boone by the grill. He knew that if you and Tyler had hooked up, Boone would have heard about it.

“Morning, Javi. You look rough, you alright?” Boone asked him. Javi didn’t hide his jealousy well. He had bags under his eyes because he couldn’t get the image of you and Tyler out of his head last night.

Javi ignored Boone’s question. “You’re Tyler’s best friend, right?” Javi asked him. Boone laughed off the question as though it was obvious.

“Who else would his best friend be?” Boone asked, glaring at Javi.

Javi rolled his eyes, wanting to skip over any small talk and just ask his questions. “Whatever. Do you know where Tyler was last night?” Javi asked him. Boone stopped what he was doing and turned to face Javi. “Are you trying to ask if Tyler and your girl were together last night?” Boone whispered.

Boone knew you were sitting a few feet away and didn’t want you to hear him. He wasn’t oblivious to the way you and Tyler had been flirting yesterday. So currently, Boone’s loyalty belonged to you, not Javi, because he could tell Tyler cared about you.

Javi quickly nodded, but Boone was hesitant to tell him the answer. “Well, to answer your question, I’d say she’s not your girl anymore.” Boone said, coyly. Javi swore under his breath, kicking the ground.

“You’re really sure?” Javi asked, double checking. He didn’t want to confront you about it if he was wrong. Boone smirked to himself, knowing he had the perfect opportunity to get under Javi’s skin.

“I promise you, I’m sure.” Boone said, raising his eyebrows at Javi.

The look put a pit in Javi’s stomach. Before he could ask, Boone stopped him. “You care about her. I get it. So, don’t ask me how I know cause you won’t like the answer.” Boone hinted.

He knew Javi well enough to know he couldn’t handle the unknown. Not knowing was eating him alive. “Just tell me, man.” Javi begged him.

Boone had to bite his tongue to not laugh at how easy Javi was to read. “Well, on my way to bed I saw him leave her room last night.” Boone started to tell him, and then leaned closer to whisper, “Tyler had her underwear tucked in his pocket.”

Javi’s face went bright red. He stormed away from Boone. He was pissed. He assumed Boone was lying just to get under his skin. After all, Tyler was a pain in Javi's ass, so it made sense that Boone would be too.

You were sitting in one of the lawn chairs scattered around the makeshift camp. You fought back a laugh as Javi stormed over towards you and sat in the chair next to you. He was pouting like a child.

“Morning, Javi,” you cheerily greeted him. You pretended to be oblivious to his dilemma. “Morning. You sleep well?” He asked, gently testing how you’d respond.

You playfully shrugged. “Yeah, pretty good.” You teased.

Then, you saw Tyler’s door swing open. All of a sudden, you felt giddy again. Javi glared at him as he crossed the parking lot towards you. Tyler had his eyes glued on you, and Javi knew exactly where he was going.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Tyler said, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You smiled up at him.

A few of the chasers were starting to notice the way Javi was glaring at you both. Boone had a giant grin on his face as he watched Javi try to stop himself from punching Tyler.

“Good morning, Javi.” Tyler said, with his signature cocky smile. Javi rolled his eyes and refused to look at Tyler.

Tyler held his hand out for you to grab. You took his hand and let him pull you up out of your seat. The size difference between his hand and yours was still enough to make you weak in the knees.

You heard someone whistle and glanced over your shoulder to see Boone smiling at you both.

Tyler effortlessly interlaced his fingers with yours. You leaned into his side, craving that same closeness from last night.

Last night had given you lots of time to think. In between the dreams you were having about Tyler, you realized the way you felt around him was far from pretend.

Tyler guided you towards his truck. It was only a few feet away from the group, which made it perfectly within Javi's earshot. He opened the bed of his truck.

You almost squealed when you felt his large hands grab your hips. He quickly picked you up and sat you on the edge of the tailgate. You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks from the ease that he picked you up with.

You ran your fingers over his biceps, softly tracing the muscles. “Careful there, gorgeous. You keep lookin’ at me like that, this is gonna quit being pretend real quick.” He told you, softly.

You squeezed your thighs together, trying to ignore how you were aching for him. All your brain could think about was having his lips on you again.

Tyler has very aware that he had Javi’s attention, so he used it. “I had a great time with you last night. Figured I should give these back to you,” he said, pulling your panties out of his pocket. He quickly placed them in your hand, but made sure Javi saw it first.

Javi’s eyes went wide as he realized Boone was telling the truth. He jumped up from his chair and started marching towards you both.

“Tyler, quick, kiss me. He’s coming over.” You whispered.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He teased you. His hands found their place on your hips again. You eagerly slotted your lips against his. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

His lips tasted like spearmint and vanilla. It was like a drug to you. You hungrily kissed him. Tyler playfully bit at your bottom lip, causing a soft whimper to escape your lips. His lips curved into a smirk, telling you that he’d definitely heard it.

Tyler loved how reactive you were to every little touch. You practically melted under his touch. He had to remind himself that it was only pretend.

“He still walking over here?” He mumbled against your lips. Tyler started kissing up and down your jawline, so you could look over his shoulder.

“He’s gone, but don’t stop.” You whispered in his ear, seductively. You were begging him. You were ready to drop the charade.

Tyler pulled away to look you in the eyes. “D-do you mean?” He stuttered.

He felt his knees go weak as he realized the look you were giving him was real. It wasn’t acting. The desperation that he saw in your eyes wasn’t pretend. You actually wanted him.

“Why waste my time on a guy that I have to make jealous to actually get his attention?” You asked.

That was all Tyler needed to hear.

His hands slid down from your hips to cup the back of your thighs. His lips attacked yours, desperately kissing you like his life depended on it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, which drove him crazy. His tongue ran along your bottom lip before sneaking into your mouth. He tightened his grip on you when he heard you softly moan into his mouth. His hips softly bucked against yours.

“Upstairs?” He asked you, as you both stopped for air. You furiously nodded your head.

Tyler picked the cowboy hat up off his head and placed it on your head. The whole gang erupted in cheers. They’d all gotten invested in the love triangle, and most of them were rooting for Tyler.

Tyler quickly swooped you up into his arms bridal style and raced upstairs to his room.

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the official Whumptober masterlist

warning: This challenge contains heavy material. Please Read with caution. 18+, MINORS DNI.

1 | PICK YOUR POISON - J. Seresin synopsis: You never imagined sharing your deepest darkest secrets in front of two monsters and your best friend. Loosely based on the book “Still Beating” by Jennifer Hartmann. warnings: kidnapping, mentions of sexual abuse, physical abuse, mentions of miscarriage, murder, character death, truth serum, drugging, forced proximity.

2 |  SLEEP WHEN YOU’RE DEAD - B. Floyd synopsis: Bob has had a hard time adjusting to life after a tragic accident. Every time he closes his eyes, the nightmares come flooding back. warnings: mercy killing, graphic details of injury, physical violence, nightmares, choking, panic attack, character death, insomnia.

3 | LET YOUR SENSES GUIDE YOU - N. Trace Synopsis: Natasha thinks she has everything under control after the bird strike, but you think she's heading towards a break down. warnings: bird strike, panic attack, mentions of character death, anger, grief, mentions of injury

4 | THE SECRETS THAT YOU KEEP - J. Seresin synopsis: things hadn't been great between the two of them for some time, but she never knew there was another woman involved warnings: infidelity, cheating, mentions of a miscarriage, unhleatiy coping mechanisms, grief, heartbreak

5 | HELD AGAINST YOUR WILL - B. Floyd synopsis: Bob always dreamed that one day he'd be superman, and one day that dream came true. . . almost warnings: domestic violence, teen pregnancy, being held a gun point, gun shots, character death.

6 | OUT OF YOUR MIND - B. Bradshaw synopsis: Bradley hadn't ever dreamed of becoming a dad until one day he found out he was going to be one. . . and then he became all the kid had. warnings: child birth, mentions of cannon character death, character death, premature labor, premature newborn, talks about premature death, grief.

7 | NOT DEAD TILL YOU’RE WARM N DEAD - R. Abbott synopsis: Your and Rhett's relationship had been anything but easy between bull riding and lies. But you had hoped that you would be enough for him to come back alive. warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, death, character death, allusion of suicide.

8 | A BRAIN ON FIRE - B. Bradshaw synopsis: ever since Bradley was little he struggled to keep things in order and keep the voices in his head at bay. One day, the voices get too loud and Bradley misses the biggest day of your career. warnings: mental illness, OCD, panic attacks, mentions of self harm, cursing, mentions of sexism, tears.

9 | DEAD ON YOUR FEET - J. Seresin synopsis: you were born with the family flaw that left you missing a part and scared Warnings: heart transplant, mentions of scars, teasing, unwanted sexual contact, mentions of sexual assault.

10 | A GIFT TO REMEMBER - B. Floyd synopsis: you and bob had been trying for a long time to start a family of your own. and right when you start to see the light at the end of the tunnel, it gets snuffed out warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of miscarriages, failed IVF, mentions of female anatomy, cursing, grammar errors.

11 | FLOAT LIKE A FEATHER - J. Seresin synopsis: fear does a strange thing to the human body, and you've become victim to its paralyzing affects. warnings: sexual assault, work place violence, victim blaming, fear, cursing, grief, sexual harassment, mentions of retaliation, mentions of emergency contraceptives, mentions of self harm.

12 | LEFT A SCAR ON MY HEART - B. Bradshaw synopsis: in the wake of a tragic death, everyone deals with their grief differently. You thought you'd be able to handle it, but you weren't strong enough. warnings: suicide, mentions of self harm, details about character death, character death, unhealthy coping mechanism, grief

13 | A FORCE OF NATURE, AN ACT OF GOD - J. Seresin synopsis: you always said it would take an act of God to take Jake Seresin off this earth. . . maybe you should've kept that thought to yourself warnings: character death, grief, pregnancy, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

14 | 9-1-1, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY? - J. Seresin synopsis: the hospital used to be one of your favorite places to be at. . . that was until someone took the joy right out of helping people warnings: mass shooting, vivid description of being shot, death, unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentions of a psychotic break, mentions of being held in a psych ward.

15 | WHO’S THE NEW KID? - J. Seresin synopsis: Jake and Y/N start to look at when their relationship changed and drove them towards the arms of others warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of a miscarriage, mentions of an unwanted pregnancy, divorce, mentions of pregnancy depression

16 | ONE HALF OF A WHOLE PERSON - J. Seresin synopsis: Jake's dream has always been to fly. But what happens when the only way to save his life, is taking away something that would ruin his career. warnings: injuries, infections, plane crash, medical jargon, mentions of death, mentions of suicide, amputations, grief

17 | INTO THE FIRE - B. Bradshaw synopsis: dragon and rooster feel like they are reliving their worst nightmare over again. but this time, things look a little bit brighter warnings: mentions of stillbirth, mentions of miscarriage, fear of hospitals, passing out, ultrasounds, pregnancy, PTSD

18 | TAKING A SICK DAY - J. Seresin synopsis: what you thought was just a stomach bug, turned into you having to make the biggest decision of your life and putting you and Jake's relationship to the test warnings: medical abortion, abortion pills, pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of missed menstrual cycles, grief, mentions of teenage pregnancy, pro-life protestors, cursing, vomiting.

19 | I’LL NEVER PUSH YOU AROUND - B. Floyd synopsis: you've been hiding something from Bob for a while, and when the truth gets exposed, he reacts in a way you weren't expecting warnings: cheating, pregnancy, manipulation, anger issues, breaking glass, fighting, dark!bob

20 | THE BEAUTY FELL FOR THE BEAST - R. Wheeler synopsis: Rip has no idea what John saw in you to keep you at the ranch, but he quickly finds out that it's got nothing to do with how you cowboy warnings: domestic violence, mentions of scars and injuries, cursing, slight sexism

21 | WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU - B. Bradshaw synopsis: Dragon had always envisioned how the birth of her child would go, and it wasn't anything like how it actually went. warnings: pregnancy, child birth, c-section, medical jargon, inaccurate medical procedures, cursing, mentions of child death, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of still birth, grief

22 | PAIN MAKES YOU STRONGER - N. Trace synopsis: Natasha deals with the aftermath of the situation with Captain Underwood. She thought that the Navy would have her back, but she was met with a rude awakening. warnings: sexual assault, sexual harassment, victim blaming, retaliation, the military failing to protects its own people

23 |  DON’T TRY TO BE THE HERO - J. Seresin synopsis: The rat in the Seresin mafia has been exposed and it's the last person Jake thought would ever betray him. Part of the Bad Medicine series. warnings: murder, mentions of torture, broken bones, cheating, mafia, character death, description of injuries, gun violence, abuse, illegal activities

24 | RUNNING UP THAT HILL TO MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD 

25 | BAD DREAMS, BAD DREAMS, HERE TO STAY - N. Trace

26 | THE LAZARUS EFFECT 

27 | NEVER LET GO - J. Seresin, B. Bradshaw, B. Floyd, M. Garcia Synopsis: an interviewer sits down with some of the famous murderesses of Miramar Corrections Facility. warnings: murder, character death, description of murder, hanging, innocence, cheating, cursing, mentions of mental illness

28 | OUT OF BREATH AND OUT OF TIME

29 | ONE TICKET TO HELL - J. Seresin

30 | YOU’RE MINE, AND ALWAYS WILL BE MINE

31 | A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

The Death of Peace of Mind | Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Part 1: Altitude. Altitude.

summary: life with a pilot isn't all it's cracked up to be. a/n: hi friends! welcome! entry, please! i told you i would be back :) unfortunately, it took a lot longer than i expected. i moved states this year, started a new job, found a loving and healthy relationship, traveled internationally for the first time... i.e. i have been super busy, but i'm out of my depressive slump and finally got the urge to write (and post) again. i won't say that consistency is back, as my social calendar has obviously been slammed, but i will try my best <3

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Thunderous.

That’s the only way to describe the sound of hundreds of boots pounding down the ship’s stairs toward the dock below. While Hangman had only been aboard for a few weeks, many of the crew had been deployed for months on end. He, and a few other Top Gun members, made the vessel their temporary home while they completed a brief mission. Nothing like the Dagger mission, just simple recon; but the security was top-notch, and the admiral wanted his best on the case.

Hangman rolls the toothpick between his teeth with his tongue and shrugs his duffel higher up his shoulder. He laughs at a dig Phoenix makes at Rooster and claps a hand on her shoulder. “Oh, Phoenix. How I’ll miss you and your quick wit,” he sings, the sun hitting his face as his boot hits the dock beside her.

Phoenix shakes her head as she pulls her aviators from her shirt and settles them on the bridge of her nose. “And I will miss nothing about you, Hangman.”

“Ouch! Brutal! You wound me, Natasha.”

“See ya next time, Hangman.”

“You won’t have to suffer too long, Rooster. I’ll be in your dreams tonight, per usual.” He nods in the other man’s direction. “Rodeo, it’s been a pleasure.”

“I’ll never understand why you boys can’t seem to get along.”

Bob’s cousin, Rhett Abbott. Related by their twin mothers, almost identical themselves. A skilled pilot and proud country boy, with a heart of gold. Not to mention, entirely tolerable. Unlike his buddy, Bradley. Hangman and Rodeo clap hands in a firm handshake, smiling at each other. “It’s not in my blood, cowboy.”

They say their final goodbyes and are about to split up when a tiny voice shouts, “DADDY!”

Usually, this wouldn’t be uncommon. They’re on a dock, where families had come from all over Texas to welcome their servicemen and women home from a long deployment. It’s an emotional affair, albeit happy, but emotional nevertheless. However, when a little blonde girl they don’t recognize (again, not uncommon, usually) gets closer and closer, set on a path in their direction, confusion is written all over their faces. That confusion only increases tenfold when Hangman breaks into the biggest, most genuine smile they’ve ever seen him wear, and takes long strides in her direction.

“DADDY!”

Hangman drops into a squat, holding his bag in place on his shoulder, and grabs the child with his other arm. “Hi, baby!” he exclaims and fervently kisses her cheek. “I missed you so much!” 

He can’t remember the last time his heart felt so full. He understands now, why so many people have their families show up after every deployment or mission. Watching his daughter, who somehow managed to find him in the crowd, run up to him with so much excitement and love was entirely different than walking in the front door.

Although, it’s been a while since that’s happened.

He shakes the thought from his mind and scoops her up with his arm while he stands again. Her little arms go right around his neck, hugging him tight. He’s gently rubbing her leg when he asks her, “Where’s your mom?”

He’s fully aware of the absolute circus in the minds of his fellow pilots in the background. They haven’t spoken a word, silent, but he doesn’t have to look to know that they’re probably standing in the same spot. Unmoved, jaws on the floor. What Hangman does do is look around, keeping an eye out for–

“Mama!” the little girl yells, waving her hand frantically at the woman approaching.

“You found him! I’m so proud of you, Daise!”

Jake Seresin was an expert at keeping his personal and work lives separate; or he thought so, at least. Work often bled into personal, but never the other way around. Any piece or crumb the crew knew about his life outside of work, he had fed them willingly and with intention.

“Would you…want to come to port?”

“...What?”

“Only if you want. I know it’s a long drive for Daise–”

“No, no. We could fly. I’m just…surprised. You’ve never…”

“We’re docking in Corpus. The crew asked if I would show them around while we’re on leave. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to introduce you. And Daisy. Especially with…”

“That sounds nice. We’ll be there.”

“Great. I’ll send you the info.” Silence. “Thanks, Red. I mean it.”

“I know. Thank you for including us.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner.”

“You’re fixing it. That’s all that matters.”

He thought that he had mastered work-life balance, too.

Apparently, not.

You give him a short side hug, partially blocked by his familiar duffel. His hand lingers on your arm after you pull away. 

“Hey. Thank you for coming.”

“Happy to. I wish you could’ve seen her face when I told her. Didn’t complain once the whole drive here.”

“Really? Isn’t that something?” He turns his attention back to Daisy. “Were you good for Mama?”

Jake listens intently to your daughter’s jumbled, excited retelling of your journey, and you occasionally butt in with light banter. He hadn’t been gone long, but from the speed and fervor at which Daisy was talking, you’d think she hadn’t seen him in months. This goes on for a bit until someone interrupts your daughter’s babbling. A male voice barks his callsign, and he peers over his shoulder in their direction.

He looks back over at Daisy with a gasp. “Daise, would you wanna meet Daddy’s coworkers?” he asks, his eyebrows quirked in faux shock.

“For real?!”

“Yeah, for real.”

“Yes!”

And that’s what you do. Jake nods in the group’s direction, and you follow his lead, sticking close to his side. He had obviously done an excellent job at keeping his family a secret; you can tell from a mile away that the band of pilots is trying to quietly deduce what the fuck is going on while you approach. Daisy is practically ready to launch out of his hold in excitement, giggling and wiggling like a little worm.

“Alright, don’t get yourselves in a tizzy.” He hikes Daisy up on his waist. “Daisy, this is Rodeo–”

“Like the rodeo at home?” she asks, in her curious, pitched voice.

“Just like that. Rodeo, this is Daisy Mae.”

“Pleasure.” The man holds his hand out to her, and she takes it, bursting with giggles again. The sound is like music to your ears, and you just know that Jake is absolutely reveling in her joy. Rodeo has a charming smile and a warm personality. You’ve heard just about every complaint under the sun from Hangman (and he has plenty), but he’s bitched about Rodeo the least. Although, when he bitches, that usually means he cares.

And he complains about Rooster a lot. A lot.

Rodeo then moves on to you and offers the same gesture. “Rhett Abbott. Miss…?”

“Seresin. I’m his wife,” you say, shaking his hand while you tell him your first name and insist that he drop the formality. You can sense Jake, your husband, looking and smiling down at you like you’re his moon and stars. You make a feeble attempt to avoid meeting his gaze but it’s futile. You make eye contact, and you know you won’t live the admission down.

You’ll talk about it later.

“You have a hat like Daddy’s,” your daughter says, and reaches out to touch the brim.

“Do I, now?”

“Moving on.” He turns her a little, “And this is Rooster.”

Daisy’s button nose scrunches in distaste, and her brows furrow together, before “…Ew.”

The man with a mustache, Rooster, clicks his teeth. “Seriously, Seresin?” he exclaims, exasperated.

“You know it. Up top, pumpkin.” Daisy throws her whole body into the high-five. You laugh as they smack hands in the air, and Jake shakes it off as if it were the crispest he had ever received. “Ouch. You’re gonna have a nasty right hook one day. You know who else throws a good punch?” He turns them to the next person, the sole woman of the party. “This is Phoenix.”

The dark-haired woman smiles brightly. “Hello! Phoenix is my work name. You can call me Natasha,” she says as if they’re sharing a secret. She’s very pretty, you notice, and you already like her. You hope the two of you can keep in touch, maybe even become friends.

You thought you would be more nervous, meeting the people Jake spends most of his time with, but you feel at ease. Sure, there’s anxious fluttering in your stomach, but it’s minimal. You’re in his sanctuary, his church, for the first time ever, and the magnitude of that isn’t lost on you.

“N…Tasha.”

“Exactly. Tasha’s okay too.”

It almost feels like before. Before Jake, Hangman, blew right past the hard deck of your relationship and left a fiery pile of rubble, which he was now attempting to repair.

But this isn’t before.

Then

Altitude. Altitude.

Not being selected for the mission stung; but being put on standby (babysitting duty), twiddling his thumbs on deck in favor of Rooster, stung even more.

Hangman knew deep down what Rooster was capable of. He said so during their training exercise. He had all of the skills to complete the mission just fine if he would just buck the fuck up. He didn’t have the confidence, too cautious for his own good. He hoped Maverick was right, that Roos was ready to get the job done.

“We got two minutes to target.”

“Copy. We’re a few seconds behind, Rooster. We got to move.”

“Thirty seconds to tomahawk impact on enemy airstrip.”

“Dagger, Comanche. We’re picking up two bandits. Single group, two contacts.”

They would be fine. Nothing to worry about.

“Sir, Daggers two and four are behind schedule. Time to target, one minute-twenty.”

“Rooster, where are you?”

“Come on, Bradshaw, pick it up…”

“Come on, Rooster. Bandits inbound. We got to make up time now. Let’s turn and burn.

Good, Payback. Kick his ass into gear.

“Guys, we’re falling behind! We really gotta move!”

“If we don’t increase our speed right now, those bandits are gonna be waiting for us when we reach the target.”

Hit the gas, Rooster. Do it.

And he did. By the sound of it, Roos had blown his wingmen out of the water with the way he took off. He nearly left them in the dust, to Hangman’s surprise and pride. Maybe the other pilot had taken a page out of his book.

“Dagger one is hit! I repeat, Dagger one is hit! Maverick is down!”

He had considered at least one of the lieutenants not making it back. Whether it was Rooster for being too slow, or Payback and Fanboy going down with him for his hesitation. He was fairly certain Phoenix was safe, with the legendary captain as her wingman. But losing Maverick wasn’t anywhere close to his radar. He started adjusting in his seat, checking his buckles and legroom while holding his mouthpiece up. “Dagger spare, request permission to launch and fly air cover!”

There’s a beat, before Comanche’s response. “Negative, spare.”

And like a good soldier, Hangman listened. Begrudgingly, and with great frustration, he listened. Even as Rooster disobeyed orders. Even as he located a somehow living Pete Mitchell. Even as he crashed like their leader. By that point, they were sure to be dead, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

That is, until–

“Daggers two, four, and spare. Be advised, a supersonic F-14 has been detected with Rooster’s headset. Unconfirmed occupants. Do not engage.”

“What?” Jake’s head whipped around and his eyes darted to Phoenix in her cockpit. She was looking between Hangman and Dagger Four just as confused as he was. “Did they say–?”

Payback lifted his mouthpiece. “Comanche, repeat.”

“Rooster headset has been picked up in the air.”

Going after Roos and Mav was a split-second decision. He knew he shouldn’t have done it the second his wheels left the carrier.

Pull up. Pull up.

And by then, it was too late to turn back.

“Dagger spare, do not engage! You do not have clearance for take-off! Acknowledge!”

“With all due respect, Comanche, not acknowledged.”

A man’s voice, likely the vice admiral, suddenly cut in. “Hangman! Stay put! That is a direct order!”

If he was going to get written up, potentially court-martialed, for disobeying direct orders, he was going to make the most of it.

“Sorry, sir. I can’t do that.”

Hangman didn’t respond to the slew of orders and cursing. He engaged the jet canopy and sat in silence with his hand over his right breast pocket, where three small photos were safely tucked away. One of you, in your pajamas with your hair up and an ice cream spoon in your mouth, eyes crinkled as you grin at him. Another of him and Daisy, and a third of the three of you.

You’d better be worth it, Bradshaw.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking.”

“Hey, Hangman. You look good.”

“I am good, Rooster. I’m very good.”

You were standing by the door, rifling through the pile of mail from the day, when you found an official-looking letter in the middle. “Jake, baby, there’s a letter for you.”

Altitude. Altitude.

“Does it say ‘confidential’?” he hollered from the kitchen.

You turned the thick envelope over, then back again. “No, it’s just addressed to you,” you said, shaking your head as if he could see you.

“Go ahead and open it.”

The paper and adhesive tore easily around your finger as you approached the kitchen. You pulled the single page out of its sleeve and quickly skimmed the letter to give a summary. But that cursory glance sent an icy chill up your spine, choking back the first line that you had meant to read aloud.

You stood between the living room and kitchen, letter in hand, frozen; a reprimand.

“What’s it say, babe?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, let alone move. Your eyes meticulously crawled through the slip, unblinking, tears pooling helplessly at your lashes. Eventually, your body couldn’t take the stillness and your lashes fluttered. The gathered drops raced down your cheeks and soiled the paper.

LETTER OF REPRIMAND FOR FAILURE TO FOLLOW ORDERS

MEMORANDUM FOR Lieutenant Jacob Austin Seresin

FROM: Vice Admiral Beau Simpson

You are being reprimanded for violating Article 92, Failure to Obey an Order or Regulation. During the [REDACTED] mission, you, Lt. Seresin, were ordered to remain grounded. You neglected to do so. As your commanding officer, the risks and outcomes of the mission were weighed carefully. You decided, on your admission and recognizance, to steal government property and engage in air-to-air combat with an enemy force that had already shot down two of your fellow airmen.

Said action could have resulted in your death, as well as the deaths of others. As a lieutenant and military member, you are expected to be a leader and obey all lawful orders. This behavior is unacceptable and will not be tolerated. Any future occurrences of failing to comply with Navy Standards will result in stronger disciplinary actions.

After reviewing the sequence of events, and given the outcome of your actions–

You didn’t need to read the rest; the course of action Jake’s command had decided upon wasn’t important. You’d had enough. Your face suddenly felt hot. And your insides, your insides, too. The wet streaks on your face and neck suddenly burned; or was it the heat under your skin turning them to vapor? Eventually, after Jake prompted you again, an echo in the ringing in your head, you managed a quiet, “Get out.”

“Can’t hear you. What?”

Through gritted teeth, you turn to stare at him, gaze like hot daggers, and growl, “Get. Out.”

He turned to find you, the epitome of feminine rage and nearly cowered back. In the years you had been together, he had never seen you so angry.

“W…hat do you–”

His confusion only made your fury worse. And so your rampage began. Your heavy footsteps cut him off and you all but ran to your shared bedroom, and slammed the letter on the kitchen island on your way past.

“Red–” The thought died in his throat when he scanned the mail.

Fuck.

A bag flying into the living space from the hall broke him out of his stupor. Jake quickly moved toward the source, and asked, “Red, what are you do–” When he crossed the threshold, a pressed uniform smacked him in the face.

“Get out! Get out, get out, get out, GET OUT!” you screeched, lobbing clothes and other small objects at him.

His pants, his socks, his fucking underwear–

Out. Get it all out. All of it. Fuck him, fuck his shit, fuck his job–

“Baby–!”

“Fuck you! Don’t call me that!”

“Red, baby, please! Stop!”

That finally sparked a coherent thought in your mind. You were sobbing, choking on your cries, but you managed ragged breaths to string together a sentence. “We just talked about this! You promised me! You promised that you would do better, and I believed you! MOTHERFUCKER!”

A phone charger smacked the wall where Jake’s head once was; he swatted at a pillow that came in his direction when he straightened back up. “I…Sweetheart,” he stuttered, desperate sounding. “I couldn’t–they would’ve died! I’m so–”

Hearing him about to say he was sorry made it so much fucking worse. You don’t know what else to do but just…scream. Like a banshee. That was when the heavy shit started–the remote, a picture frame, a vase, a lamp. During your blind frenzy, he managed to get close enough to grab your arms when you turned your back, searching for another projectile. He pulled you to his chest, practically crushing you against him, so you would stop fighting and trying to injure him. But you were vicious; screaming obscenities and insults, writhing in his iron grip. You managed to get your legs up and kick at the bed, which sent Jake stumbling back and forced him to plant his feet. If he were honest, he would admit that he struggled to keep you contained, even for a moment.

His body, his flesh touching yours was too much, and your sleep set didn’t offer you much relief. Your skin crawled like you might just burst at the thought of having to be in his proximity any longer. Amidst all the chaos, you’d almost forgotten about your toddler, sleeping soundly in another room.

“I can’t believe I trusted you! You’re fucking killing me! And you do it like it’s nothing! Like we’re nothing! I’m done! I’m fucking done!”

Pull up. Pull up.

You kicked again, and Jake let you go, instead holding your face to make you look at him. But you shoved him away before he could get the chance. “Red, you have to understand–!”

“I’m done understanding! I don’t care about them! I don’t care about the military! Why should I give half of a shit, when my husband would rather die for them than live for his fucking wife and child!”

Jake didn’t respond. He couldn’t. What could he have said? To apologize, to make it better, to prove that. He’d already groveled to get to where they were then, and he screwed it up so quickly. 

The battlefield that was his mind wouldn’t cooperate. He was barely keeping his head above water lately, let alone while trying to mitigate the damage he had done to his wife. Damage that he didn’t—couldn’t—see, and still didn’t quite understand. You brought up your feelings, over and over again, and he did his best to keep his promises.

He did his best. Why wasn’t that good enough?

“You don’t get it! And I don’t know how to make you understand. I’ve begged, I’ve made threats, and it’s not working. So I’m telling you again. GET. OUT!”

“Red!”

The neighbors called the police. They heard your fight from next door, through the hum of their TV while their family ate dinner. How your daughter slept through it, even with taking after her father with his heavy sleeping, you’d never know. Jake sat on their doorstep shell-shocked, a cop around his dad’s age hovering over him with a sad look.

“I just want him gone. I need to be left alone,” you choked through tears, wiping your sleeve across your face. “I’m always alone.”

How did we get here?

Daisy’s faint cries flooded through the doorway from her bedroom. Your husband instinctually went to get up and tend to her, but was met with a firm hand on his shoulder. The man shook his head, and Jake slowly sank back down. If he could’ve sunk into the concrete, he would’ve. What kind of man was he, if he couldn’t even tend to his daughter?

The officers told each of you separately that charges weren’t necessary for a case like yours, which you were grateful for. Jake would never hit you, and you told them as much; you’d just reached your breaking point and needed space. The older man followed the pilot through the house as he went to fetch some clothes to last him a few days. It took everything in his being to ignore Daisy’s cries for him from behind her closed door; it was enough of a challenge that the officer had to nudge him past when he paused at the painted entryway, adorned with her namesake.

With instructions to restrict contact to Daisy’s needs for the next few days, to give you both time to cool off, your husband left peacefully. You didn’t watch as he tossed his bag into the backseat of his truck, or when he pulled out of your driveway. You simply thanked the officers and closed the door, leaned back against it, and sobbed into your palm. You don’t have long, your daughter having gotten louder with each passing minute she was left unattended. You let her cry for just a bit longer to get it out of your system before fetching her.

Even though you had just kicked your husband, the love of your life, out of your family home, you still managed to be incredibly gentle with your toddler. It felt like your soul was torn to pieces, one of them on his way to a motel or parking lot, no doubt.

You shushed her quietly as you scooped her into your arms and smoothed her hair. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Mama’s here. It’s okay.”

Altitude. Altitude.

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Witching Hour (Prologue)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x witch!reader and Jake "Hangman" Seresin x witch!reader

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summary: in which two rowdy naval aviators roll into an otherwise sleepy town, and meet reader, their new neighbor. Their neighbor, who despite their assumptions, has more than a few secrets up her sleeve. The unassuming town may just be more than they bargained for.

★ word count: 1.3k

★ tw/tags: cozy autumn town, witchy, love triangle, multiple parts, f!reader (witch)

★ author's note: a new series yay, it will not be super magic heavy, or maybe it will, more just witchy vibes because it's fall and that's FUN, also I couldn't decide who I wanted so reader gets both(: everyone cheers yay yay

The sound of a moving truck rumbling down your usually quiet street causes you to glance over the top of your book curiously. The low drooping branches on each of the trees that hang over the narrow road you live on scrape against the top of the truck as it continues sputtering toward you, leaving a trail of golden, red, and orange leave remnants behind it.

You watch as it stops with a screech in front of the cottage across from yours, causing the two men inside to jolt forward.

The door swings open, floating their conversation up into the crisp autumn air, “- let me drive the goddamn truck-“.

A brunette clad in flannel hops out, cutting himself off, while a blonder man, the driver, rolls down his window. He’s more amused than his counterpart, and you think he probably spends a lot of time going out of his way to frustrate the other man.

He leans over the ridge of the window as he pulls the truck forward and turns into your driveway, holding up his hand in acknowledgment of you sitting on the porch, witnessing their antics.

“Hi, how’s it going?” He flashes you a wide smile, nodding slightly.

The brunette impatiently calls from behind the truck, “Come on! You’re clear!”

You raise your eyebrows and give the driver a small smile, watching him try his best to see all sides of the wide bed as he maneuvers the wheel to start backing into, hopefully, his new driveway.

This small town had been your home for your entire life, and your family’s for generations. You loved it here, to be sure, but you were surrounded by folks who had been living decades longer than you. You couldn’t say the same for them, but a little noise would be welcomed by you. This little town nestled in between changing leaves, and bubbling streams could use something new.

The brunette gestures for him to continue backing up, not yet realizing that the far side of the truck, blind to both of them, was knocking down the small wooden picket fence similar to those that lined the properties of most of the residents in this town, including yours.

You didn’t blame him for hitting it, the driveways were narrow, same as the roads, and everything was overgrown, courtesy of the previous tenants.

They’d been old, much like many of your neighbors, but instead of keeping the house they’d grown up in when their parents passed, like you had, their children had decided to stay in their cities and put the house on the market.

It had caused quite the stir among the tight knit community, though the children would never find out- they didn’t live here. You couldn’t understand the expectation on them to uproot their own lives and move here- and, again- you were excited at the prospect of someone new.

The truck comes to an abrupt stop, the driver feeling the damage he had done. “For fuck’s sake, Bradshaw! That’s the whole point of you standin’ up there!”

You stifle a laugh behind your book, flicking your wrist every so slightly. The fence repairs itself before the brunette, Bradshaw, has walked around the truck to check on it.

“It’s fine! You didn’t hit shit, just pull forward.”

The driver throws his hand up in exasperation, shifting the truck back into drive, “Well, I felt it hit something!”

 You can see him continue muttering as he straightens out and pulls back into the street.

He’s wearing a tight, cream, long sleeve shirt that easily shows off his defined arms. You shift your focus to the man standing on the driveway. Despite the loose flannel he’s thrown over a plain t-shirt, you’re able to tell he’s not lacking either.

You find yourself hoping that one of them is moving in, or both, even better, and that they’re not just doing a favor for one of the grandparents in their lives. Or worse, that they were hired movers who wouldn’t ever be back to visit said grandparents.  

A honk startles you out of your gaze, and you see a car stopped, the window already rolling down.

“You’re blocking the road!” You recognize the elderly man who’s hanging his head out of his car window and call out, giving him a small wave.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Endicott!” He turns, the scowl on his face only slightly fading when he notices it’s you. “Hm, yes, it’s certainly some sort of afternoon!”

He grumbles pointedly at the two men who had now cleared the road enough for the usual neighborhood comings and goings to resume. They’d only been blocking it for a few seconds, but Mr. Endicott was a prime example of loving your neighbors, and only your neighbors, and only your neighbors who you decided you liked.

He doesn’t seem to be in any rush now though, settling his arm against his open window to continue chatting to you.

“Well, how are you dear? Did you get my Ethel’s strawberry jam?” Grump, yes, but you’d won him over long ago, when you were in pigtail braids and overalls, and living with your grandmother in this very same house.

“I most certainly did! You’ll have to let her know it was just lovely. In fact, wait here a moment, I’ll grab you the empty jars to bring home to her.”

“Of course, honey, you take your time!” He waves you off, now perfectly content as you enter your own house to grab his glassware from your drying rack. You carefully pack them up and walk down the stone pathway through your yard, swinging open the small, ornamental wooden gate at the edge of the garden.

You notice the driver hop out of the truck, joining Bradshaw, who had now noticed they’d had an audience before Mr. Endicott showed up.

“Here you go, and there’s a fresh loaf of bread in there too.” You hold out the bundle to him. He grasps around it, giving the top of your hand a friendly pat. “You are certainly one of the good ones.” Another jab at the men across the street. You grin, taking a step away from the curb. “You tell Ethel thank you again.”

“Of course, of course. You take care of yourself now.” He sends one last scowl to the men now watching from the front of the house before finally continuing down the road. You wave until he’s out of sight, and then fold your arms in front of you, turning your attention to them.

“Sorry about all of that.” Bradshaw speaks up, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he walks to the end of the driveway, crossing the street to offer you his hand.

“Bradley Bradshaw.” He shakes your hand firmly. “YN.”

The other man does the same, though his handshake feels more casual, and his hand lingers in yours a few seconds longer, forcing you to hold his eye. “Jake Seresin, pleasure.” He flashes the same smile from earlier, and up close it sends a flutter through your stomach.

“Nice to meet you both.” You purse your lips amusedly, “That was quite the entrance.”

Jake laughs, “We like to disrupt the peace.” And another wink. Good lord.

“No, we don’t.” Bradley scoffs, “We like to be good neighbors and not cause trouble.”

You nod to the house, “Are you the new owners?”

“We’re just renting until spring, on leave.” Bradley explains.

You cock your head, “Military?” Jake nods, “Navy. Pilots.”

You hum nonchalantly, “Well either way, I’d recommend making peace with Mr. Endicott. He’s a pillar of the community.”

You start to back up toward your house, “I’ll let you get back to it. Oh- and welcome to the neighborhood.” You grin, then turn fully to walk inside.

“Great to be here!” It’s Jake that calls out, and you look over your shoulder just long enough to see the smirk on his face. Oh, this was going to be fun.

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Little life

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin has always been the centre of attention, but behind the cocky aviator façade, he cherishes quiet nights at home with his pregnant wife, Y/N, as they navigate love, routine, and a life the squad knows nothing about.

Warning: This fic contains fluff, pregnancy themes, and light teasing romance.

Word count: 1068 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

Jake Seresin was a man who always seemed to attract attention. With his easy charm and cocky grin, women flocked to him the moment they laid eyes on him. It happened every time—at the bar, after missions, during social events. The second a woman saw him, they’d saunter over, usually with a flirtatious smile, batting their lashes, asking him to buy them a drink.

And every time, without fail, Jake turned them down.

It confused the entire Dagger squad. They’d tease him relentlessly about it, nudging him with raised brows and playful smirks, wondering why someone like him—someone who had the looks, the swagger, the perfect call sign—never took the bait. They couldn’t figure him out. To them, Jake seemed like the type to indulge in a little fun, to soak up the attention and enjoy the benefits of being the golden boy.

But Jake wasn’t interested.

Not anymore.

Because the truth was, when Jake wasn’t flying missions or teasing his teammates, he was at home in Texas, living a life no one suspected. He had a routine, a life outside of the cocky, brash aviator persona he wore like a second skin.

That life began with you.

You sat at your desk, soft lighting casting a warm glow over your latest manuscript. The smell of ink and freshly brewed tea hung in the air, and the quiet hum of a summer night filtered through the open window. You were three months pregnant now, the couple married for a month now, and the bump had just started to show beneath your oversized sweater, a fact Jake never missed when he was home.

He sat nearby, like always, in his favourite armchair. His legs stretched out casually, one arm slung over the back, while the other held a half-empty glass of whiskey. His eyes weren’t on the drink, though—they were on you, as they always were.

You highlighted another line in your manuscript, frowning a little as you moved the neon marker across the page. The ruler in your hand—one you used to make sure your lines were perfectly straight—had gotten a little too stained with colour, and without thinking, you reached out and wiped the edge of the ruler off on Jake’s hand.

He chuckled, low and warm, shaking his head in amusement. “You know, sweetheart, there are other ways to clean that thing. Ever heard of tissues?”

You glanced at him, giving a half-smile as you continued working. “Maybe. But I prefer you.”

That made him grin wider. “Lucky me, then.”

It had become a sort of routine for the two of you, especially now that you were pregnant and he was often gone on missions. When he was home, though, there was no place Jake would rather be than right here, with you, basking in the quiet moments. To anyone else, he was “Hangman”—the sharp-tongued aviator with an ego the size of Texas itself. But with you, he was just Jake, the man who found peace in the most mundane of moments.

He loved watching you work. The way your brow would furrow in concentration, how you’d absentmindedly tuck your hair behind your ear, or bite your lip when you were thinking through a tricky plot point. Jake would tease you for your little quirks, leaning over to plant a quick kiss on the top of your head when he couldn’t resist anymore.

“Need any help there, author of mine?” he’d ask, his voice teasing but soft.

You’d roll your eyes in response, but your smile always gave you away. “I think I’ve got it covered, flyboy.”

Jake would laugh and go back to his drink, but you knew he liked being part of your world like this. When you’d first met, you had been a rising star in the literary world, already on your way to becoming a bestselling author. You were about to turn 20 in a couple weeks just before you wandered into 27 year old Jakes life. Jake never made a big deal about it, though he’d brag quietly to himself every time he saw one of your books displayed in airport bookstores. No one in the squad had any idea who you were, much less that you and Jake were married. And he liked it that way. He liked keeping this part of his life private, away from the chaos of the outside world.

With you, everything was simpler. Real.

Jake loved you in ways no one ever saw. He loved you in the stolen kisses between your sentences, in the lazy mornings in bed when you pressed your nose against his chest, in the quiet I love you’s whispered as he pulled you close late at night. You were his world—everything else was just noise.

As you finished another page, you sighed softly, stretching your arms above your head. Jake’s gaze was on you in an instant, taking in the slight curve of your stomach, his eyes filled with warmth and pride. He got up from his chair and moved behind you, his large hands coming to rest on your shoulders, gently kneading away the tension that had built up from hours of working.

“Time to take a break, darlin’,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment. “Just a little longer. I’m almost done.”

Jake let out a soft laugh, low and teasing. “That’s what you said an hour ago.”

You smiled, but your body relaxed under his hands. You couldn’t deny that the warmth of his touch and the quiet affection in his voice had a way of making you forget the world for a while.

“Alright, alright,” you relented, setting your highlighter down. “But only because you’re so persuasive.”

Jake grinned, pressing a kiss to your neck before straightening up. He turned your chair around so you were facing him, his hands on either side of the armrests, caging you in. His eyes sparkled with that mischievous glint he always had when he was about to say something that would make your heart race.

“Darlin’, I don’t need to be persuasive,” he drawled, his Southern accent thick and smooth. “I’m your favourite distraction, remember?”

You laughed, shaking your head as he leaned in closer. “You’re impossible, Jake.”

“And you love me for it,” he said, his lips brushing against yours before kissing you softly, his hand resting on your belly, feeling the life growing inside you.

And he was right, even though he was nearly seven years older—you did love him for it.

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Bruises and Bitemarks

Kinktober Day 5: Marking (J.S.)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Smut, PiV, Hickeys, Biting, Spit, Pussy-job

Summary: Tatum promised herself that her night with Jake was only gonna be a one time thing. But can she really resist him? And more importantly, can she keep whatever this is between them a secret?

Word Count: 3208

Authors Note: I know the title is a little on the nose, but its also the title of a song by Good For Grenades.

Tatum was fully intending for, whatever the hell that night with Jake was, to be one time and one time only. She’d kicked him out after the second round, citing not wanting to inflate his ego until his head was so big that he couldn’t get out the door as her reason. That’d earned her a smack on the ass as they were both getting redressed, well, Jake was at least. Tatum had simply crossed her arms over her bare chest, leaning against the wall and unabashedly watched him pull his clothes back on; the infamous Jake Seresin doing the walk of shame for once. She’d sent him out the door with a mocking waggle of her fingers, going to shower only once she took a moment to compose herself.

The next day it was like nothing had happened between her and Jake, not that they’d had too much time to interact. Tatum giggled under her breath as the dark haired man from the bar the night before turned out to be the instructor for this mystery mission, shocking Hangman and a couple of his cronies who had apparently given Maverick some flak after he had to buy the entire a bar a round and subsequently got thrown ‘overboard.’ Karma’s a bitch. It wasn’t like she cared, she couldn’t give two shits about what had transpired between her and Hangman, she could be another notch in his belt for all it was worth. She was worth her salt, she knew it and everyone else knew it. She was the last pilot to be taken out by Maverick in their dogfighting exercise, outlasting even Natasha, and what she did outside of training had no effect on her performance. 

That night she took her fellow pilots, including Maverick out to The Hard Deck, buying them all a round. She raised her glass to Maverick across the bar, giving him a smirk as he flirted with Penny. That man has his work cut out for him. Much to her surprise, Jake hadn’t shown his face at the bar, not usually one to turn down free drinks. Tatum internally shrugged, no skin off her back, and her wallet stayed a couple bills thicker. Tatum quickly downed her glass of scotch, watching Penny refill it before taking Natasha up on her challenge to a game of pool. The raven haired pilot engaged her in some trash talk as she racked the billiard balls and with a loud snap had them careening out of their neat triangular shape, ricocheting against the walls of the table.

“So,” Natasha started, lining up her next shot and narrowly missed knocking the striped ball she had been aiming for into its pocket. “You shacking up with anyone or are you stuck in the barracks with the rest of us?”

Tatum snorted a laugh, walking around the table, the pool cue loosely in her grasp. She was grateful for the easy friendship she had with Phoenix. Growing up, Tatum had always equated the other girls in Middle and early High School to sharks, always moving between friendships and could smell drama like blood in the ocean; she always made it a point to not piss them and their unnaturally dead eyes off. But when Natasha ended up in her class at Top Gun the two became fast friends, neither of them standing the wishy-washy nature of the other girls in their class, and not letting Jake or Coyote give them any shit.

“Is that your not so subtle way of asking me if I’m fucking anyone right now?” Tatum grinned and arched a brow at her friend as she pocketed the ball she’d been aiming for, moving to set up her next shot.

“Maybe.” Natasha’s tone was nothing but sly.

“Well, Ms. Nosey, there’s nothing to report.” The lie easily rolled off her tongue, mostly because in her mind, Tatum didn’t consider the one time thing between her and Hangman to be anything other than a slip in her morals, a way to break her dry spell and work out frustrations. What it wasn’t was a long term thing, not friends with benefits and definitely not an exclusive situation. “I’m single and subjected to the barracks like the rest of you. Unattached and unbothered, just how I like it.”

Tatum leaned back over the table, mindful of how the skirt of the dress she’d changed into rode up against her thighs, the flowy fabric brushing against her mid thighs. She uttered a curse under her breath as the cue slipped against her sweaty hands, sending the cue ball on an errant trajectory. 

“Bagman,” Tatum stiffened as Natasha called out to Jake who’d apparently showed up in the last couple minutes, perched on a stool at one of the high tops by the pool tables. “I was starting to think you weren’t gonna show.”

Tatum looked over her shoulder to see Jake’s gaze already on her, looking her up and down before giving her a serpentine smile. “And miss an opportunity for Ice here to buy me a drink? No way.” Tatum rolled her eyes, moving out of the way so Natasha could angle her shot. “What’re you drinking Hayes?”

“I don’t drink.” Tatum heard Natasha huff a laugh at her blatant lie as she swiftly pocketed one ball, moving to line up another shot.

“Since when?”

“Since now.” Tatum watched Natasha easily sink another ball into its pocket, anything to try and ignore Jake’s eyes tracking her. 

Jake called out his order, and since Natasha was on a hot streak, Tatum sauntered over to the bar putting in his order as well as one of her own. Tatum handed Penny a couple bills in exchange for her Jack and coke, the beer Jake requested, and one for Natasha, thanking the bartender before returning to the pool table. 

“‘Bout time, bitch. I was about to take your turn for you.” Natasha teased.

“Is that so?” Tatum jested back, pulling the pair of longneck bottles back towards her. “Then I guess I’ll just give this one to Jake instead then.”

“Not a chance.” Natasha took the chilled bottle from Tatum, kissing her friend on the cheek in thanks.

“Deal’s a deal.” Tatum slid Jake’s beer over to him, taking a sip of her own drink before picking her pool cue back up and assessing the sorry state of the pool table, Phoenix having nearly all of her balls in pockets. “The fuck is this Nat?”

“Not my fault you suck.”

Tatum flipped her friend the bird, but could help breaking out into a smile as she managed to find a halfway decent angle. Tatum tried to concentrate on her shot but she could feel Jake’s eyes on her. She shook off the feeling, managing to sink a couple of her own into the pockets before she scratched. 

“I thought you said you didn’t drink?” Jake smirked at her as Tatum walked back over to the table.

Tatum took a sip, keeping eye contact with Jake before setting the glass back down on the table. “It’s just Coke.”

Jake narrowed his eyes, the only indication of his suspicion until he reached over, wrapping his hand around the glass and brang it to his lips. Tatum bit the inside of her cheek, not giving him the satisfaction of looking sheepish at being caught in her lie. 

“My question stands. I thought you didn’t drink?”

“Okay fine.” Tatum relented, watching as Natasha successfully hit the 8 ball into a pocket, raising her arms in victory. “I drink, just not with you.”

Natasha pulled Jake in for a match and Tatum migrated over to where Fanboy and Payback were playing darts. From where he was playing billiards with Phoenix, Jake watched Tatum throw her head back in laughter at some joke Payback made out of the corner of his eye. The way her hair was pinned up in a low chignon accentuated the curve of her neck, it drew the eye to the bare expanse of her back put on display by the halter neck of that dress that made her look sexy as hell. As she lifted that damn glass to her lips, Jake was mesmerized by the way her back muscles rippled under her soft skin. He could practically feel the memory of how her body felt under his hands. Jake tore his eyes away from Tatum, turning his attention back to the pool table, ignoring the stink eye Phoenix leveled at him. 

As the night progressed, more and more of the patrons filtered out of The Hard Deck until Penny signaled for last call. Tatum had ended up chatting with Penny as the night came to a close, only a few night owls still hanging around. 

“You need a ride home?” The bartender asked her as she dried the crystal tumblers, setting them back up behind the bar.

“I got her Penny.” Tatum glanced up as Jake walked to the bar, jacket slung over one shoulder. 

Tatum furrowed her brows. “You’re still here?”

“What else am I gonna do? Go back to the barracks?”

Fair. Tatum shrugged her shoulders as Penny gave her an inquisitive look. Tatum knew the bartender had her best interests, as close with her as she was with Natasha. She hopped off the stool, waving to Penny as she followed Jake out of the bar. Tatum knew something smart was about to come out of Jake’s mouth as he grinned either to himself or at her as they both climbed into his truck.

“So,” Tatum internally groaned at Jake’s tone, preemptively rubbing her forehead after she buckled her seatbelt. “Unattached and unbothered, huh?”

Tatum was confused at first, trying to comprehend what exactly Jake was referring to but then her conversation with Natasha earlier, right before Jake showed up.

“Eavesdrop much?” Tatum accused, crossing her arms.

“Not eavesdropping if you are having a conversation in a public place.”

Tatum mumbled under her breath about technicalities as she slid lower in the passenger seat.

“Still waiting for an answer, Ice.”

“Why does it matter?” Tatum countered. “I told you that thing last night was a one time thing that neither of us was gonna speak about again.”

“That thing?” Jake gave her an amused look as he pulled into the parking lot. “You mean where I fucked you into a quivering mess with you moaning my name?”

Tatum shivered at the memories his crude words invoked, squeezing her thighs together. “Jesus, Jake. You kiss your mama with that mouth?” His answering smirk had Tatum rolling her eyes and unbuckling her seatbelt and kicking the door open. “Goodnight Hangman.”

Tatum heard Jake slam his own door as he chased after her inside. His hands landed on her waist as she pulled the keys for her room out of her purse. She sucked in a shuddering breath as he placed an open mouth kiss against the junction of her neck and her shoulder. One time. One time was all this was supposed to be. But here she was, letting Hangman lead her by her wrist down the hall to his room. She should have heeded the warnings more, listened closer to the scuttlebutt about him. Because the next thing she knew she was urged inside his room, the door swiftly closed and locked. Then his lips were on hers, harsh and demanding, his hands roughly grabbing at her hips and waist hard enough to bruise. Tatum slid her own hands into his hair, letting her nails scratch his scalp, tugging on the short strands making Jake grunt into her mouth. 

They both stumbled backwards, Jake leading Tatum by the hips until he sunk down on his own mattress, pulling her onto his lap. With the change in height difference Jake kissed a hot trail from her lips to her jaw to her neck until he reached the spot under her ear that he knew drove her crazy. Tatum dug her nails into Jake's shoulders as he sucked and nipped at her neck, feeling each movement of his lips against her skin send jolts of arousal shocking through her. She rocked her hips back and forth against the buckle of his belt, her skirt hiked up high on her thighs from where she was perched on his lap. Jake sucked and kissed every inch of skin he could reach on the side of her neck and down to her collarbone before pulling the v of her neckline to the side, exposing her breast. 

Tatum tipped her head back, grinding her hips onto Jakes as his mouth closed around the skin just north of her pebbled nipple, north of where she wanted to feel him. Her breath came in short pants tinged with desire as Jake finally wrapped that mouth of his around her nipple, the hand that wasn’t wrapped around her waist coming up to palm the other. Tatum was breathless by the time Jake slid his hands under her dress, sliding the garment up and over her head to be thrown to unknown places in his room. 

His pupils were blown wide with lust as he surveyed her naked torso, the only thing keeping her from being fully naked was the black lacy g-string barely covering her soaked pussy. Jake stood, bringing Tatum with him with his hands gripping her ass. That was, until he dropped her back down onto the bed on her back. Instantly he was hovering over her, pressing a kiss to the valley between her breasts, his hand toying with the waistband of her panties, pulling them away just to let them snap back with a biting thwap. 

“Who are these for, huh?” Jake muttered against her skin as he kissed his way between her breasts up to the hollow of her throat where Tatum felt the tip of his tongue in the dip. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted me to find these.”

“You really like to hear yourself talk, don’t you.” Was Tatum’s only answer, though the flush of her cheeks was probably an answer in its own right. 

Jake just chuckled, removing his shirt, hands moving to undo his pants. Tatum sat up, helping remove the article of clothing, his jeans and boxers following a similar path to that of her dress and his shirt. 

Jake put a hand on her belly, pushing her back against the bed. Tatum let him lay her back, lounging on her elbows as she watched him fist his cock in his hand, giving his already hard length a few lazy pumps. He spit onto his cock, using it as lube as he slid his hand up and down his shaft a couple more times before he took hold of Tatum’s thighs, pulling her closer towards him. She bit her lip as Jake pulled her panties to the side, admiring her glistening folds. Her head fell back as Jake guided his cock through her soaked pussy lips, the underside of his shaft sliding against her throbbing clit. She tried to buck her hips up, wanting to chase the feeling but Jake pinned her hips to the bed with a large hand, using the other to guide himself through her slick. 

“Just fuck me already Seresin.” Tatum uttered through gritted teeth. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Jake rutted against her heat one last time before Tatum felt the head of his dick catch against her opening before he slowly pushed himself into her.

Jake tilted his hips back and forth, fucking her agonizingly slow. His hand against her lower stomach added pressure as she felt him slide impossibly deep inside her. He slid in and out of her at a snails pace, it must have been torture for him as much as it was for her. 

“Jake.” Tatum groaned, needing him to go faster.

“I’m fuckin’ ya, ain’t I?”

Tatum glared at him. “Fuck me for real.”

Jake cocked his head at her, running his hand up and down her thigh. “What’s the magic word?”

He couldn’t be serious. Oh but he was, not budging from that languid pace that he’d set from the moment he’d pushed himself inside her.

“Please.” Tatum moaned as Jake added his thumb circling in light, slow circles around her clit.

“Please what?” Jake crooned. “Tell me what you want. Gotta be specific.”

For fucks sake. “Please fuck me harder.”

“Again.”

“Jake, please.” Tatum refused to let her pleading turn to whining. “Please fuck me harder. Please.”

She could have cried when Jake finally picked up the pace, snapping his hips harder, bottoming out into her. Tatum moaned as he hovered over her, changing the way his thrusts rubbed against her walls. 

“What would our friends think if they saw you right now, huh? Begging for me to fuck you harder? What do you think Phoenix or Rooster would think if they heard you begging for my cock, begging me to fuck you like a whore.” Jake growled into her ear.

The pure filth dripping from his lips like honey should not have turned her on as much as it did. Tatum dug her nails into Jake's back, digging her heels into his ass to keep him on this pace. She murmured his name over and over as his cock brushed against her g-spot, the hand he’d slipped between their bodies making rapid circles against her clit with that perfect pressure. Her walls fluttered around him as her climax built and built until she teetered over the edge, burying her face into his neck as she came hard. Her pussy clenched around him, making Jake’s teeth dig into Tatums shoulder as he came with a series of erratic thrusts, his legs shaking.

Jake pulled out of Tatum with a low groan, turning Tatum so they laid with her back to his chest. He lazily placed open mouth kisses to her shoulders as they both came down from their shared high. Tatum hummed, stretching her legs out on the bed.

“I think your bed is bigger than mine.” She muttered, nipping the skin of Jake’s inner bicep with his arm under her head.

“I don’t think so. Feels just as small as yours.” Jake pinched her side, making Tatum squeal and hop up from the bed, discarding her underwear on her way to the bathroom in his room.

Tatum’s eyes went wide as she flicked on the light, the harsh fluorescence highlighting the red marks on her lower neck trailing to her shoulders and breasts along with the indentations of teeth on her shoulder. “Jake fucking Seresin! What did you do?!”

Tatum made Natasha swear her silence when she requested to use her friend's concealer the next morning. She refused to divulge who exactly turned her neck into their own personal chew toy, only relenting the fact that the sex was good, and no, it was not serious. 

When Jake came in a few hours later, his eyes immediately dipped to Tatum's neck and when he passed her in the hall that afternoon, he leaned in, whispering to her.

“Next time, I’ll make sure you can’t cover the marks I give you.”

And some part of Tatum hoped he was right.

kinktober 2022 masterlist

I collected my writing for kinktober 2022 on this masterlist, I hope you enjoy it, please don’t read this if you’re under 18.

day 1: masturbation - Bob

day 2: daddy kink - Jake

day 3: sweat - Bradley

day 4: sex toys - Natasha

day 5: gags - Jake

day 6: lingerie - Natasha

day 7: lactation kink - Natasha

day 8: bondage - Bob

day 9: praise kink - Jake

day 10: pregnancy kink - Bob

day 11: orgasm denial - Jake

day 12: sensory deprivation - Bob

day 13: breeding kink - Jake

day 14: role reversal - Natasha

day 15: role play - Jake

day 16: dacryphilia - Jake

day 17: menophilia - Bradley

day 18: somnophilia - Bob

day 19: voyeurism - Jake (reader x Bradley)

day 20: overstimulation - Natasha

day 21: size difference - Jake

day 22: temperature play - Jake

day 23: deepthroating - Bradley

day 24: threesome - Bradley and Bob

day 25: uniform kink - Natasha

day 26: leather & latex - Natasha

day 27: hate sex - Bradley

day 28: mirror sex - Jake

day 29: body worship - Bradley

day 30: titfucking - Jake

day 31: cockpit sex - Bradley

the gorgeous header was made by @topguncortez

Just take it all in

Flumpy ( jake seresin x reader) part 9

summary : he can't let it end like this , truly and utterly he can't let this be the end , flumpy tells jake maybe he needs to think if a relationship is what he wants and give her space , cassie tries it again in the hard deck only this time jake stops it and shares his thoughts , rooster gives his two sense

warning : angst but fluffy ending because i'm sorry for the last part and am hoping this one gets me forgiven lol ,

A moment , just one moment she thought it was a horrible dream . That was til the sting of her now sore and dry eyes  and how cold and empty the bed was that really set the reality of things in . the thoughts of the woman all over jake , the accusations and venom from his lips hit her like a speeding train . how she felt coming home alone and crying herself to sleep . what was an amazing weekend turned to complete and utter shit show , one she wish never existed . she didn’t know what hurt more the way he let that woman think she could have him , the humiliation or the fact he thought she would do such a thing . 

She needed to get up , getting something into her sick riddled stomach and maybe just come back to bed for rest of the day . she dragged herself from the bed to her bathroom  the splash of cold water on her puffy face was soothing but the feeling in her stomach continued . maybe this was sign they weren’t meant to be or a cruel joke the universe was playing on  her . she pulled her door open startled slight at the incoming body or the thud to the ground . she wanted to feel bad as she looked down at the confused blonde,  the fact he fell asleep outside her door and how uncomfortable it must of been and yet when she looked at him all she saw was the tramp at the bar and the face of anger on jakes toward the one he was suppose to love . she was now pissed standing over him and storming to the kitchen even if her head , heart and eyes were hurting .

Jake never had gotten up so quick almost tripping over his feet as he ran to the kitchen . if he had to .. not had to he was prepare to fall to his knee and beg her to forgive him , beg her to let him make it right. 

“ baby i am so sorry shit sorry ain’t ever near enough to how much i fucked up , i trust you , i trust you with my life  he began . 

“ was that before or after that woman had her hands all over you , jake if you wanted to break up and catch up with an old fling you could of done so long before last night” she scoffed keeping her  back to him and her voice firm. 

“ no i wouldn’t  do that , i would never do that to you” . 

“ but you thought i would , you thought i would cheat on you,  you let that woman think she had a chance , you didn’t tell her no or to stop i was your girlfriend nah you thought better to turn the tables and humiliate me in front of our friends and everyone we work with , you made me look like a joke because i hug a man , a gay man i know from college , i would never do that on you , i would never made you feel the way you made me feel last night” she turned her eyes filling with tears ready to spill any second. “ maybe we need to think if this , us “ she stood turning away ready to head back to her room . 

“ i don’t want to break up , look i should of told cassie fuck off i shouldn’t of gotten so jealous  but seeing some guy so close and you putting your number in his phone and my head being a wreck already”  his own tears forming , his own voice cracking . 

“ you did that because a guy hugged me jake you don’t do that to someone you love” she cried he wanted to wrap her in his arms , hold her close to his chest but anytime he move closer she moved back. 

“ darling please i will do anything to make this right  , anything you want” he pleaded . 

“ give me space jake let me think about this” she sniffled . 

“I’m being deployed my head is messed up because i am being deployed, this is first time i have someone waiting for me come home  , a love that going to be waiting for me to get home , it’s killed me the thought of being away from you for three months and not being by your side but it’s killing me more that i’m coming home to nothing at all” he blurted out. 

“ my dad is maverick , my bestfriend and almost brother is rooster  i grew up around the navy  men i call my uncles i can handle deployment jake it would hurt but i can handle it and  do you not trust me to do that either , i need space ok just give me space” she walked off only for him to grab her hand. 

“ i trust you ,  i do really this is just new and i wasn’t thinking  but i do know it killing me more to know i may of lost my girl  , my life with you” . 

“ i need to think jake” was all she said pulling away from him  leaving him standing in the kitchen as tear streamed down his face and as she cried behind the door of her bedroom .

…..

It was hardest week of her life , she hated it not being able to be close to him , not having lunch in the back of his trunk or heading to the good duck park . she left the room every time he came into it , at work she was only giving him short answers even thought her heart panged with pain to just talk to him .  she couldn’t sleep either the bed felt so big and empty without him there , she felt sick all time her appetite was up and down  knowing they usually ate together it was just the worst time she could of been going through . 

“ hard deck tonight no excuses” nat told her walking out of the hanger before she could even answer . 

He felt rough , a week not knowing if he was ever going to make it right , she could barely look at him , barely speak to him it was a living hell .  his life felt empty and  even his performance was bad , it worst flying he’s ever done .  he done so many pushups this week he knew each part of gravel on the ground on a personal level .  he need to talk to her , he need to make it right some how .  just as he went to move towards the door she walked in with nat  . 

“ i didn’t know he was coming tonight” nat said but honestly not convincing anymore .

“ its fine come on” she moved past sitting in the corner those eyes that held so much love for him now filled with sadness and hurt.

“ jakey , there you are “ god why was this happening to him .

“ cassie fuck off really i’m here with my friends and my girlfriend “ he move back . 

“ last time didn’t seem like that “ she cooed reaching out to touch him only for jake to push her arm away. 

“ i love her ok , last time i should of told you that , shouldn’t have let you think less but that girl , that crazy will absolutely kick your ass , beautiful woman right there is the one i love more than anything” he said pushing past cassie altogether heading to y/n as  her eyes widened . 

“ baby you think i’m not ready for this and i wouldn’t blame you but you're wrong because i know nothing feels right without you being my girl ,  i hate waking up without you but mostly i hate going another second not having you being by my side , i’m serious  shit if i could i would marry you tomorrow “ the raw truth of his work falling like a dam was broken without him . 

“ marry me?” she gasped . “ you wanna marry me?” .

“ from the moment you put me in my place that day on the beach when we first met …face to  face” he nodded. 

“ hey asshole” a voice called only for jake to turn and a fist to connec to his face sending him to back . “ ok now you can continue i’ve said my peace” bradley shrugged moving to his friends . 

“ i deserved that” jake groaned rubbing his jaw. 

“ you did “ she agreed , “ lets talk outside” she stood handing him the napkin filled with ice.  “ oh and lady your lucky i’m not doing that to you” she stood looking at cassie. 

“ could of had a better time with me jakey” she cooed. 

“ fuck it” y/n muttered before well  doing what roo did sending the woman on her ass . “ now go talk” 

“ ugh my best friend is so hot” nat gushed. 

“ dude your boyfriend” 

“ i know my place” kyle laughed kissing his girls head. 

The night was calm well a lot more calm compare to start of the night as they walked down the beach it  was minutes but it felt like an eternity . til she stopped  sitting on the now cool down sand as the night time breeze flowed through her hair. 

“ you really meant it” she said breaking the silence . 

“ every single word and if you give me the chance i swear along as i’m breathing i will make it up to you” nodded .

“ you can’t flip when you see me interact with other men you need to trust me and talk to me when your feeling any type of way” she said softly . “ when you  propose  nothing too flashy  and big” she smirked only for him to push her on her back , attacking her face with kisses . 

“ or you say you’ll marry me now and i’ll get you a ring another time” he said leaning over her . “ i was dead serious  your it for me til we’re old as hell  still going to that good duck park” he kissed her lips softly. 

“ you’re crazy , this is crazy but i’m more crazy about you even if your an idiot but this week been hell without you  but before i say yes next year we’re doing couple costumes to the convention of my choosing” she arched her brow. 

“ i did say anything” he chuckled 

“ then yes jake  i will marry you , just not tomorrow we have work “ she smiled pulling him into a kiss . 

“ the day after works too” he winked .

part ten

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For What You've Done

AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 4. non-consensual body modifications Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Past Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader, witch!reader, f!reader Summary: Five months ago, the love of your life was killed in a car accident. In the aftermath of Jake's death, you and Rooster lean on each other to deal with your grief and soon become a couple. So when you suggest a camping trip together, Rooster agrees. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? Word Count: 5773 TW: Main Character Death, Whump, Non-Consensual Body Modifications, Witchcraft, Car Crash, Drugged, Resurrection, Betrayal, Possession, Vomiting, Language  Notes: A huge thanks to @sunlightmurdock for beta reading this! 💗 Part of @ailesswhumptober's event!

“Now can you tell me why it was so important we came to this spot on this night? Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for spending a few days camping under the stars with you, but the middle of the week when it’s supposed to be fucking freezing isn’t maybe the ideal time.”

Bradley glances over at the passenger seat of his Bronco where you are currently gazing out the window at the trees flashing by. 

You turn your head towards him with a smile and take his hand from where it is leaning on the armrest between your two seats. Giving it a tight squeeze, you say, “I told you, it’s a surprise. But I promise, it’ll be worth it, you just have to trust me.”

“You know I do.” Bradley’s eyes have returned to the almost non-existent road in front of him, but he raises your hand to his lips and places a quick kiss on the back of it. You giggle softly as his mustache brushes against your skin and he wiggles it to make you giggle again.

Bradley’s heart soars seeing you this happy again, even if these moments are fleeting. Before the accident, you seemed to carry the sunshine with you everywhere you went. Your light filled up every room you entered and no one seemed able to be in a bad mood when you were around. However, these last five months…

As if reading his mind, you slip your hand from his and slide it up his cheek until you run your fingers through his hair. “Hey, I know this between us is still new and I’m still struggling with everything that happened to…” You close your eyes and swallow hard as if his name is caught in your throat, still unable to pass your lips. But then you open your eyes and continue, “But I wouldn’t have made it through it without you. Your patience, your support, your love…you’ve been amazing, Bradley. And I just hope you know that what happens tonight, it’s all because of you.”

He gives you a small smile. “I know I’m not him and I’m never going to try to replace what you had, but I’m really happy we found our way to each other. I don’t know how I would’ve made it through without you either, sweetheart. But we did it…together. And as long as we’re together, I know it’ll be okay.”

“Together,” you hum, your fingers continuing to run through his curls. “I love hearing you say that because I plan on you being by my side for the rest of our lives.”

There is something about that statement that scratches at the back of Bradley’s brain. Maybe it’s your choice of words or the slightly serious tone your voice suddenly dropped into. 

But before he can consider it further, you perk up in your seat and point out the window. “There! Pull over there! This is the spot.”

Bradley doesn’t see anything special about the place other than a slight clearing in the trees on the right side of the road—just big enough for him to park the Bronco. But, he promised to trust you on this excursion, so he did as you asked.

Once he is parked, the two of you grab your backpacks, sleeping bags, cooler of food, and the tent from the back. You promise it’s not a long walk so you take everything in one trip. After about five minutes of trudging through dense underbrush, unruly trees, and hidden roots, the two of you stumble into a clearing. 

The space is maybe twenty feet across in a roughly circular shape. All of the foliage is suspiciously missing from this space even though it doesn’t seem like it was cleared necessarily. More like it just grew this way. As Bradley glances up, he sees another sort of circular opening in the treetops above, giving him a clear view of the sky as the sun begins to set. 

The place has a strange energy and a chill goes up Bradley’s spine as a sudden wind blows through the clearing. But before he can say anything, you whisper an awed, “We’re here.”

There are tears in your eyes and you begin to bounce slightly as you gaze around. You let out a soft squeal, then compose yourself. Turning to Bradley, you say, “It’s going to get dark soon and we have a lot to do before then. Can you go gather up some firewood? We’ll need a lot to keep it going throughout the night.”

Bradley nods slowly, still not completely sure what he has gotten himself into. “Yeah. I’ll see what I can do. Do you think you can put the tent together by yourself?”

“Oh, I have something else to get ready before that. It’s your surprise,” you say with a wink. “But we can put the tent together when you finish with the wood.”

Deciding to just go along for now, Bradley sighs. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. This is your trip. I’m just along for the ride.” He kisses the top of your head then heads off into the woods.

Thirty minutes later, there is a towering pile of sticks in the center of the clearing. Bradley isn’t sure why you wanted him to put them there considering you wanted to keep most of them for later in the night, but once again, he didn’t question it. However, it did strike him as odd that you seem to have not really done much while he’s been gone. You’ve taken a few smaller bags out of your backpack and laid out some clothes, but that’s it. Meanwhile, he’s been working up a sweat trudging all over collecting wood. 

At least when he brought back his final bundle you gave him a cold water bottle and a kiss on the lips. He downs the bottle as you return to whatever it is you are up to. 

As he watches, everything begins to blur around the edges of his vision. 

He blinks a few times and rubs his eyes, but the blurring only begins getting worse. And what’s more, he’s feeling light-headed. It feels just like that moment in his plane where the Gs get too intense and he begins to blackout. But why would that be happening now?

Stumbling slightly, Bradley mutters, “Sw-sweetheart…I think…I think I need to sit down for a minute. I might’ve overdone it with the w-wood.” 

The next thing he knows, his world spins ninety degrees as he crashes to his side on the clearing floor. He tries to sit up, but every part of him is made of lead and he doesn’t have the strength to even lift his hand. His vision is no longer just blurry, it's starting to tunnel into darkness. He can just make out your feet as they step into his line of sight.

 With the toe of your sneaker, you kick his shoulder so he rolls over onto his back. He’s now staring up at the pinkish-purple sky framed by a circle of treetops.

Then, your face peers over, blocking everything else from view. A cruel grin—one unlike any he had ever seen on your face—stretches across your lips. “No, Bradley, that’s just the drugs I slipped in your water kicking in. I have work to do and I need you to stay out of my way while I do it. So enjoy your little nappy-nap. I’ll see you when you wake up…or maybe not.”

Before Bradley can process what is happening, he is swallowed by the darkness.

Bradley was eyeing the couple in the corner, trying to decide if it was his job to step in or if he should leave them be. After all, this was far from the first time you and Hangman had one—or three—too many drinks on your night off and gotten too handsy for a public establishment. At the moment, things were still fairly tame, but Bradley knew from experience that could change in an instant. Last month, he and Coyote had to drag the two of you out of the bar after Penny complained about the near-pornographic sounds coming from her back booth. 

It had been the last straw. After putting up with your drunken hanky-panky since the two of you started dating ten months ago, Penny finally put her foot down and swore if it happened again, you would both be banned. And as much as it would please Bradley to see Hangman’s face when he sobered up and found out he was no longer allowed at The Hard Deck, Bradley knew the whole squad would be bummed if they lost one of its members for their weekly hangouts. Plus, he had come to really enjoy your presence among the group (that was when you weren’t plastered and attached to Hangman’s lap). So, somewhat reluctantly, Bradley stood and walked over to your table.

Neither one of you seemed to notice him as he approached. You were too busy jamming your tongues down the other’s throat. But Bradley sighed and clapped his hands, startling you apart. “Come on, you lovebirds. Time to go home.”

Hangman’s eyes were slightly out of focus as he shifted you slightly on his lap so he could glare up at Bradley. “Aw, come on, Bradshaw. Just because you aren’t gettin’ any doesn’t mean you have to spoil our fun.”

You giggled into Hangman’s neck and Bradley swore he saw you lick his skin before mumbling, “Don’t be mean, Jakey. Maybe Bradley just wants to watch.”

“No. Bradley definitely doesn’t want to watch,” he groaned. Crossing his arms over his chest, Bradley said, “Look, I have an early morning meeting with Cyclone tomorrow so I’ve got to get some sleep. But Penny’s already threatened to kick you out and I’m not going to let one of you drunk idiots drive home.”

“Jake’s drunk, I’m fine,” you grinned. You slid off Jake and straightened up to prove your point, but the slight sway in your stance only served to further Bradley’s assessment. 

He sighed again, pressing his fingers to his eyes. “Sweetheart, I can smell the booze on your breath from over here and something tells me you wouldn’t make it to the bar without falling over. I’m driving you. End of discussion.”

You pouted, your bottom lip jutting off your face in a way Bradley had to admit was adorable, but it didn’t sway him. He held out his hand and, after a moment, you rolled your eyes and dug your keys out of your pocket. Slamming them into Bradley’s open palm, you stuck out your tongue at him. But then you gave him a clumsy wink and he knew even if you did remember tonight, you wouldn’t hold it against him. 

Walking ahead, Bradley patiently held open the door as Jake and you stumbled across the room, each leaning heavily against the other in a mess of limbs and slobbery kisses. When you made it to your truck, Jake helped you climb into the back, his hands roaming across your ass far longer than necessary as he pushed you up the tall step. Then he dragged himself into the front seat and closed the door. 

“Seat belts.” Bradley waited for a second but neither of you made a move to follow his instructions. Sighing, he said, “I’m not going anywhere until both of you put on your seat belts.”

“Yes, Mom,” both of you mocked in unison before collapsing into a fit of drunken laughter, but at least he heard both belts click into place.

As he drove towards Hangman’s house (where you had moved in a few months ago), the two of you continued your slurred dirty talk, occasionally throwing nonsensical jabs in Bradley’s direction for making you leave early. Normally, he might have tried to fire a few back, but it was too much fun listening to Hangman smugly say something he thought was so clever only for it to be nearly incomprehensible in actuality. Bradley couldn’t help but laugh at a few particularly bad ones.

He never saw the other truck run the red light.

It slammed into the passenger’s door, sending your truck spinning out of control as broken glass filled the air. Bradley tried to control the steering wheel as it jerked in his hands, but his head smashed into his door and he blacked out.

He came to a few moments later—his vision blurred and his head pounding—to the sound of you screaming from the back seat. “No! Jake! Nooo!”

Apparently, nothing sobers a person up quicker than seeing their greatest fear come to life in front of their eyes. 

Bradley slowly raised his eyes to the rearview mirror, a fresh stab of pain driving through his head, and looked back at you. With blood pouring down your face from where your head slammed into the seat in front of you, you thrashed around for a moment until you managed to unbuckle your seatbelt. Ignoring the glass covering the interior of the truck, you pulled yourself forward between the two front seats and crawled into Jake’s lap. 

It was only then that Bradley got his first look at his other passenger and he immediately wished he hadn’t. 

All it took was one glance to see that Jake Seresin was dead. 

Between the unnatural bend of his neck where the seatbelt still dug into his skin and the glassy, blank stare in his once-spirited green eyes, Rooster knew his wingman was gone. There was nothing anyone could do to save him.

However, you apparently refused to accept that.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you begged, “Baby, please, wake up. Don’t do this. Come back to me. Please, Jake.” 

You placed your hand on his cheek and gently tried to turn his face to look at you. His head flopped unnaturally far backward and Bradley felt bile bubble in his throat that he struggled to keep down. 

Your eyes grew wide as your bottom lip began to tremble. “No, no, no, Jake, no. Please, baby, I love you. You can’t—you can’t—no!” You sobbed and buried your face in his chest.

Bradley heard you muttering something under your breath, but he couldn’t make out what it was. It almost sounded like something in another language but not one he recognized. He began to worry that your head injury might be worse than he initially thought.

He softly called out your name and began to reach out to touch your shoulder, to try and move you off the corpse of the man you loved. Yet before he could, your head shot up. Your eyes darted across Jake’s face once more, almost as if you expected something had changed in the last few seconds. But when you saw that it hadn’t, your mouth opened wide and you let out an ear-splitting, heart-wrenching wail.

That wail has haunted Bradley ever since that night, and it is that wail that is echoing in his ears as he slowly opens his eyes. He can’t be sure how long he was out, but it has gotten significantly darker since his eyes were last open. Stars dot the midnight blue sky above and a full moon rests perfectly in the center of the clearing opening. Dark shadows stretch and dance against the trees surrounding the clearing, cast by the blazing fire that had materialized while he was unconscious. 

You are standing in front of the fire, muttering something under your breath. As Bradley watches, you toss a handful of powder into the flames which flare deep red for a second before returning to its usual yellow-orange glow. Your flannel shirt and jeans from earlier have been replaced by a flowing black dress that brushes the ground just high enough to reveal your bare feet poking out underneath. 

The clearing floor is littered with broken sticks, burrs, and rocks, and, as you move around the fire, he notices you are leaving a faint bloody trail in your wake. Yet you don’t seem to notice or care as you continue whatever you are doing undeterred by any discomfort. 

Suddenly, Bradley’s stomach lurches and he rolls to his side just in time to vomit, the contents of his stomach spilling across the clearing floor. He heaves a few more times before things settle, and he collapses onto his back once more.

“Ah, good. You’re awake. I was afraid I gave you too much and would have to start without you.”

Bradley turns his head to see you still standing by the fire, but your attention is now fixed on him. Slowly, on trembling arms, he pushes himself to his feet. “What is this? What the fuck are you doing? If this is some kind of game or kinky shit I didn’t know you were into, I don’t like it.”

“Are you really that stupid that you still don’t get it?” you sneer, the cruelty in your voice cutting into his heart like a knife. “Five months ago, the man I loved more than life itself was ripped from my arms because of you. You insisted on driving that night even though I told you I was fine and because of that, Jake is dead. If you had just stayed out of our fucking business, he would still be here with me.” 

No. That’s not what happened. Bradley takes a step toward you. “Sweetheart, tha—”

“I’m not your fucking sweetheart!” you snarl, your eyes burning with a hatred that takes his breath away. “Do you know how repulsive it's been pretending to love you? Letting you touch me, kiss me, all the while despising every atom in your body for what you took from me. The only thing that kept me from strangling you in your sleep was the knowledge I still needed you for my plan to work.”

Bradley’s mind is still groggy from the drugs, but things are finally starting to click together. “So all of it was just a lie? Leaning on each other after Jake’s death? You were just using me? For what? You still haven’t explained what the fuck you’re doing to me!”

You continue on as if he hadn’t spoken, your voice filled with cold fury. “I knew how to get everything I needed. All I was missing was a host. A body for him to return to. But as much as I ached to have my Jake back, I knew I couldn’t take an innocent person’s body. It wouldn’t be fair and he wouldn’t want that. But that’s when it hit me. Why not take the body of the man responsible for Jake losing his? The one who should have died in that crash instead of him? Why was it fair you got to be here when he didn’t? So…I’m going to change that.”

“You’re fucking insane,” Bradley laughs in disbelief, the absurdity of the situation not fully processing in his brain.

Your face softens just a fraction and you scoff lightly. “Jake never told you, did he? Though, honestly, I’m not surprised. I don’t think he ever really believed me when I told him. He thought it was all a joke, a bit of ancient fun family trivia that was all nonsense. But it’s all true.” Taking a step closer to him, you pull out a small, leather-bound book from a pocket in your dress. “You see, Rooster, I am part of one of the oldest magical bloodlines in the known world. In other words, I’m what you might call, a witch.”

Bradley looks from you to the book to you again. Then he mutters, “You’re more insane than I thought you were.”

“We’ll see about that shortly enough,” you say with a thin-lipped smile. Then you begin strolling slowly around the fire. “Up until I lost Jake, I was more than happy to only dabble in the light side of my magic: A calming spell attached to my aura to soothe those around me. A positivity potion mixed into the cookies I made for the squad when you all weren’t getting along. A good luck charm tucked into Jake’s flight suit when he was leaving on a mission. Just tiny things to make all of your lives a little better. And I was more than happy to do it. But now?” 

You stop walking and turn to face him. “Now, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to bring my Jake back to me. Even if that means tapping into the kind of magic I’ve sworn never to use. That’s why we had to come to this spot on this night. It’s a place of unlimited power for those strong enough to tap into it. And tonight, that’s just what I plan to do.”

Bradley still doesn’t believe a word you are saying. Maybe it was the trauma of seeing Jake die. Maybe it was something from your past before you met any of the Daggers. But whatever it was, something had knocked a few screws loose in your head and Bradley had to find a way out of here before you turned violent. 

He had spotted a knife attached to a belt around your waist, but he is fairly certain he can disarm you if it comes down to it. Yet, even though you are talking about hurting him and that everything you had been through together had been a lie, he still cared about you and didn’t want you to get hurt—get help was a different story, but first he had to get out of here.

However, almost as if reading his mind, you give him a small smile. “It’s too late, Rooster. There is no escape. I already started the ritual while you were asleep. All I need now is blood.” And you draw the knife from your belt.

Bradley takes a few stumbling steps backward, but you shake your head. “Not yours. I’ll be taking enough from you already. No, this sacrifice is mine to make.”

Before he can stop you, you slash the knife across your palm. You drop the knife to the ground with a soft cry as you clutch your hand to your chest. But then, you hold out your shaking hand to the fire, letting blood drip into the flames. 

Suddenly, the entire clearing is engulfed in a blinding red light. Bradley squeezes his eyes shut but he can hear you chanting something across the clearing. He doesn’t understand the words but he recognizes some of them as what you muttered in your truck the night Jake died. 

Figuring you will be distracted, Bradley opens his eyes and tries to sneak off into the woods. However, he only takes a few steps before a vice-like grip latches onto his throat. His eyes bulge as his fingers claw at whatever is choking him, but his hands only scratch against his own skin. He looks at you but it only increases his panic as he sees your eyes are now two pitch-black orbs as you continue your chanting, a strong wind beginning to sweep through the clearing. 

Then, Bradley begins to feel a strange pulling sensation deep within him. His body remains exactly as it was, but something—his consciousness, his soul, whatever it is that makes Rooster the man that he is—is being dragged down and out of himself. He tries to fight it, to hold on, but how do you fight something that is happening within you?

As he feels himself being pulled deeper, slipping from his body, another consciousness brushes against his. A person he immediately recognizes and never thought he’d meet again. “Jake?” he gasps. Tears begin streaming down his face as the presence grows stronger and he just manages to whisper, “I’m so sorry.”

Then Bradley Bradshaw is gone.

Jake Seresin opens his eyes to find himself in an unfamiliar clearing at night. Towering trees surround the space, illuminated by the full moon high above and the towering, flickering flames in the nearby fire. As he glances around, he rolls his shoulders and stretches his back. His entire body feels…off. He doesn’t have any words to explain it but something is not right. 

But just then, he notices a woman standing across from him in a billowing black dress. It takes him a moment to recognize you, and when he does, he inhales sharply.

Gone is the bright, smiley, vibrant woman he had come to love with his entire heart and soul. Instead, you are a ghost of yourself: Your hair has been dyed pitch black and it looks like it’s been a while since you washed it. Your cheeks once full are now sunken. And you have huge bags under your eyes as if you hadn’t slept for weeks. Yet, your eyes themselves are the most startling change. Once sparkling and full of sunshine, they are now dull and carry a pain in them Jake has never seen before. 

Taking a shaky step towards you, he calls out, “Baby?”

As if you have been holding your breath in anticipation, you gasp at the sound of his voice. “Jake? Is it…is it really you?”

Who else was it supposed to be? “Ye-yeah, it’s me. What’s going on? Where are we?”

“Oh my god. I did it,” you breathe as you stare at him in awe, your eyes dancing across his face, drinking in every inch of it. “I didn’t know if I’d be strong enough, but it worked. You’re back.” 

Before he can ask what you mean, your eyes roll back in your head and your knees give out beneath you. Normally, Jake would have been able to cross the distance and catch you instantly, but for some reason, his movements are strangely clumsy and uncoordinated to the point he just barely manages to grab your arms and pull you close before you hit the ground.  

You moan softly as he lowers you both to the damp ground and he settles you into his lap. As he tries to reposition you, he notices your feet are bare, coated in mud and steaks of blood. There is also blood oozing from a deep gash on your hand. Your skin feels icy to the touch despite the heat of the fire and he can feel your heart fluttering wildly in your chest. He's still not sure where you both are, how you got here, or what happened to get you in this state, but none of that matters until he can make sure you are alright.

Gently running his fingers across your cheek, Jake mutters, “Come on, baby, you've gotta wake up for me.” He clears his throat and pounds once on his chest. Something about his voice sounds off—he doesn't sound like himself yet there is something familiar about it that he can't quite put his finger on.

But that's forgotten as he watches your eyes start to slowly open, the act seemingly arduous as you struggle to lift your lids. However, as you gaze up at him, the bright, tender smile he had come to love so much stretches across your face. Slowly, you raise a trembling hand to cup his cheek. “Jake. You’re really back.”

“Why do you keep saying that? I didn’t go anywhere.”

“It’s a long story.” You wet your lips and mutter, “Can you help me up?”

Jake scrambles up (still strangely tripping over his own body) and gently helps lift you to your feet. You take a few unsteady steps forward but then seem to find your footing. Turning to face him, you say, “This is going to be hard to hear but I promise, it’s the truth.” You stare at him and when he nods for you to continue, you take a deep breath. “Jake, you died five months ago.”

“What?” Jake’s brow furrows. “What are you talking about? I’m not dead.”

“No, but you were.” you take his hand, your blood smearing across his skin. “What’s the last thing you remember before waking up here?”

“I-I don’t know. I guess…We were at The Hard Deck having some drinks an-and Rooster, he told us he was taking us home. Then I remember a bright flash of light and—” He gasps, clutching his neck as he remembers hearing a sharp snap followed by a single second of the most intense pain he’s ever felt then—he woke up here. Yet his neck feels fine now, if somehow thicker, more muscular than he remembers but that wouldn’t explain the pain. 

You nod. “That’s when it happened. Rooster was t-boned by a drunk driver and you broke your neck. He should never have been driving us. I was fine! I was more than sober enough to drive, especially with my protection spells. If he would’ve just kept his fucking nose out of our business…” You close your eyes and slowly take another long, deep breath. When you reopen your eyes, you continue, calmer than before. “I tried to get to your body in time but your family had you cremated before I could try to bring you back. I thought it was over and you were gone for good. But then I found another way. I needed a body. It didn’t have to specifically be your body. And since it was Rooster’s fault you were taken from me, it was the perfect solution.”

“Wha—”

Suddenly, Jake realizes why his voice doesn’t sound like his own yet is still so familiar. Why his limbs don’t feel the same and his neck is thicker. And as he lifts his trembling hand to his face and his fingers brush against a coarse strip of hair covering his upper lip, any lingering hopes that he might be wrong are shattered. 

It’s not possible but he is trapped inside Rooster’s body.

With his eyes wide and voice shaking, Jake screams, “What did you do? What the fuck did you do?”

You stumble back, surprised by his furious outburst. “I-I gave you back the life he stole from you. I gave us another chance.”

“And Rooster? If I'm here, then where…” His voice trails off as the last piece of this nightmarish puzzle slips into place and he finally realizes the full extent of what you had done.

“It’s simple, Jake. A life for a life. One soul traded places with another. You’re here now, so Rooster is…” You shrug with a slight wave of your hand, clearly unbothered by the unknown fate you had sent the other man too. 

That complete callousness towards a man you had both cared for is all Jake needed to know he hadn’t only lost his wingman, but the woman he loved. He drops to his knees—Rooster's knees—and violently heaves onto the ground. Over and over, his whole body—Rooster's body—convulsing as it tries desperately to rid itself of everything in it, including the intruder. Yet try as he might, nothing comes up. Not even bile. Rooster must have already gotten sick before… 

Another full-body tremor sweeps through him.

When he is finally able to pull himself together even the slightest bit, Jake crawls to his feet. Backing away from you, he stutters, “I'm…I'm going to go to the police.”

“And tell them what?” you snap, your eyes turning black as a wind picks up from nowhere and blows through the clearing. “Tell them you're a dead guy in your friend’s body while his soul is currently rotting in hell or wherever the fuck you were? What good do you think that's going to do you besides landing you in the looney bin? No. You're either stuck in Rooster's body or you're going back to where you were to join him. And I'm not losing you again.”

Raising your hand in front of you, fingers reaching out towards him, they suddenly twitch and Jake feels this body stiffen outside of his control. As you begin to slowly twitch one finger then another, Jake's foot lifts and steps closer to you. Then another step. And another. As much as he tries to struggle, Jake can’t resist as you force him to walk across the clearing and stop before you.

Cupping his face with your non-controlling hand—your eyes still black—you whisper, “This is not how this was supposed to go. Jake, you love me. You were supposed to be happy I brought you back.”

“Maybe…” Jake squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to hide the disgust crawling down his spine at your touch. “Maybe I would have been if things were different. But I can’t live my life knowing it’s at the cost of Rooster’s. I don’t care what he might have done. No one deserves this.”

You thrust your hand downward and he drops heavily to his knees at your feet. Running your fingers tenderly through his curls, you coo, “I know you need time to adjust, baby. I’m sure this is a lot to take in. But let’s just make one thing very clear—” You suddenly grab a fistful of hair and yank his head back so he is forced to stare up at you “—I brought you back and you belong to me now. One way or another, I will have the life I was always supposed to have with you before any of this started. You can either be a good boy and accept that so we both can be happy, or you can make this difficult and I will make you behave.” 

You ball your hand into a fist and Jake feels like his brain is about to explode. An intense pressure unlike anything he has ever felt squeezes his mind and he sees sparks explode behind his eyes. You release your hand and the pressure disappears, leaving Jake mewling and quivering on the ground. 

You place your filthy, bloody big toe under his chin and raise his head so he is looking at you. “Do we understand each other?” Jake has no choice but to nod. Your eyes return to normal as your bright smile from before returns to your face. “Good! Then you better start practicing your best rooster crow. From now on as far as anyone else is concerned, you are Lt. Bradley Bradshaw.”

Jake feels like he is going to get sick again, but you just turn around and gather up your belongings. In no time, you are ready to go. Jake takes one last look up at the full moon, tears streaming down his face. 

And, as he is forced to follow you out of the clearing towards the waiting Bronco, he wonders if Rooster’s fate is really so bad after all.

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