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Summary: It’s been five years since you last saw your childhood best friend and first love Jake Seresin. But fate, or coincidence, has you back in Jake’s life and he’s desperate not to lose you again.
Summary: It’s been five years since you last saw your childhood best friend and first love Jake Seresin. But fate, or coincidence, has you back in Jake’s life and he’s desperate not to lose you again.
Jake’s dog tags dangled around your neck, the ends tucked tightly inside your scrub top as you entered the OR scrub room. You felt the metal shifting against bare skin as you ripped open a sponge packet. Lost in thought, you scrubbed at your hands and forearms aggressively until you heard a voice over your shoulder.
“Doctor? Are you alright?” Tina, your favorite nurse, tilted her head to look at you. She pulled down on her mask. “I’ve been watching you scrub for five minutes now. You’ve barely blinked. Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’m fine, thanks,” you said, letting off the foot pump and watching the water come to a stop. You stepped through the automatic doors into the operating room, and Tina held out a cloth to dry your hands which you took before sliding on a fresh pair of gloves. You wiggled your fingers to make sure they were tightly fitted and nodded in acknowledgement.
“First surgery of the day,” Tina said, tossing the used towel into the laundry bin near the wall. “There’s that quiet calm.”
The room was bustling — the patient already sedated on the table, two medical students hovering in the corner with notebooks and nauseous looks on their faces, the anesthesiologist checking the ventilator, scrub nurses recounting the tools on the metal trays – but you understood what she meant. There was no blood on the floor. No damp cloud that trailed after the cases that ended with a zipped body bag. The first surgery of the day meant a clean slate.
But it would only last for a moment. And then, chaos.
Although you didn’t know it, while you were elbow deep in the chest cavity of a sixty-three year old man with a ruptured descending aorta, Jake was thousands of feet in the air, going head to head with enemy planes. As you called out for more clamps, more gauze, hang another blood bag, he’s bleeding out, Jake was traveling at nine hundred miles per hour, dodging bullets in a dog fight. You didn’t know that as the blood rained down over the table and across your shoes, as the lead surgeon called time of death, as you ripped off your gloves and slid down to the floor in despair, Jake’s plane was also descending, a wing on fire, out of bullets and out of time, a commander screaming into his headset to eject, a blinding whiteness overtaking him.
All you heard was the heart monitor flatline, the urgent beeping that often haunted your dreams during call shifts sloping into a sharp whine. And then it stopped, bringing with it the all too familiar sound of death.
That Summer || Epilogue [Bradley Bradshaw x Reader]
A Bradley Bradshaw AU
Synopsis: One night during the summer you turned eighteen, you woke up to a surprise. Your father, a retired Navy Admiral, had posted bail for the son of a former colleague who was now orphaned and had gotten himself mixed up with the law. Instead of letting him get lost in the judicial system, your father signed himself up as Bradley Bradshaw’s guardian to prevent him from going to juvie. You were explicitly told to stay away from the boy in the attic room. But as the summer went on, you and Bradley struck up an unlikely friendship that turned into a forbidden relationship. Bradley tipped your world upside down, challenging everything you had once thought you knew. How could the two of you think it would end any differently than it did when your father called the cops the night he found the two of you in bed together?
Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader
Warnings: Cursing, angst, illusion to smut, happy endings, time jumps, premature baby, hospital scene
Chapter summary: Twelve years after the night they’re torn apart, Bradley and Birdy reunite in San Diego
You looked at Amanda and then back to where you had been staring.
You’d recognize him anywhere. Even though it had been twelve years since you had last seen him. Even though you hadn’t heard your voice falling from his perfect lips since that late August night, all those years ago, when your world was turned on its axis.
Bradley Bradshaw was a part of you. Your thumb automatically touched the gold ring around your fourth finger.
You watched as Bradley slid the sunglasses off of the bridge of his nose, squinting into the distance, trying to place you.
And for a fleeting moment it was just the two of you, standing in a hospital parking lot. And you were eighteen again, with everything spread out in front of you, a future that you were desperate not to do alone.
You dropped your gaze and shook your head. “No,” you whispered. “Not anymore.”
*the aftermath*
You went off to Stanford three weeks later.
It was the longest three weeks of your life.
By the time you got to the police station a few hours later, Bradley was gone. No one would tell you where he was or what had really happened.
You spent the first week in a daze, barely speaking. And then, one night, drunk off of a bottle of stolen Sancerre you had pilfered from your mother’s stash, you barged into your father’s study.
“Tell me what you did,” you demanded, swaying from side to side, a dull ringing in one ear.
He looked up, dejected. “Not now, Y/N.”
“Yes, now,” you countered. “Tell me or I never speak to either of you ever again.”
Summary: Request - Hello again! Hope you’re having a wonderful week, I was hoping I could get one with Jake Seresin where the reader flirts with all the time, like all day everyday, like playfully and he always laughs it off, but the reader genuinely likes him but doesn’t know how to show it … Read Rest Here
A/N: I really like how this one turned out! Hope you all enjoy. As always thank you for the request @stuffingbuttsandshit !!
“Hey there handsome.” You slid down into the seat next to Jake trying to fake all the confidence in the world. Truthfully, he made you nervous as hell. The more you got to know him the more nervous you found yourself around him. You liked Jake Seresin. You liked Hangman. You’d known of him but finally met him a month ago when you both started training to become Captain’s. A select group of pilots had been chosen for a new accelerated program to push talent through to the top as the workforce ages out. The Navy finding a solution to the rapidly aging workforce.
He looked up from the manual he was reading over with a ghost of a smile crossing his features. The morning sun hit his face framing it so perfectly. Because of course it did. Even the damn sunlight was attracted to him. Not that you could blame it. Look at him, all perfect and shit.
“Bug.” He leaned back crossing his hands over his chest referring to you by your callsign. You’d earned it after accidentally consuming a pot brownie at a party and you wouldn’t stop talking about A Bug’s Life. You hadn’t a clue where it came from. You hadn’t even seen the damn movie in years. Leave it to the weed to earn a callsign for life. You’d grown to love it though.
summary: recovery isn’t as easy as you thought it would be, but jake is there to lead you away from the darkness. (aka, the hurt/comfort fic)
wc: 4.9k
warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname ace), a little angst, swearing, bad parental relationships, description of injuries, mentions of mental health struggles, one heated kiss, nudity, mentions of intimacy/sex
summary: while having sex with Jake your body starts giving out causing Jake to take over
Jake lies in bed with his sweatpants on, a book in his hand, and his reading glasses on waiting for you to come to bed. You were in the kitchen finishing the cleaning from the dinner the both of you ate. Jake told you he’d be up reading his book that he likes to read before bed each night waiting on you.
Once you finished the cleaning in the kitchen, you turn the downstairs lights off and head up the stairs to yours and Jake’s bedroom.
As you walk in to the bedroom, Jake says lowly, “Ready for bed I see.” as more of a rhetorical question to be left unanswered.
“Be right there. Just going to brush my teeth and cleanse my face.” you say back.
While you’re in the bathroom, all you can think about is how sexy Jake looked with his grey sweatpants and a book in his hand, laying on the bed. Yes, you see him most nights looking the same, but tonight you felt needy. Felt horny so to speak. You always waited for him to finish reading so he can have some time for himself.
Tonight though, you didn’t know if you could wait for Jake to finish reading. He just looked so sexy and all you wanted to do is go in there and ride his cock. He wouldn’t even have to do the work. You’d do all the work for him if need be.
You finish your nightly routine in the bathroom and walk back into the bedroom where Harry is. You now have on a black silk night gown with spaghetti straps, that Jake bought for you months ago, in hopes of trying to make Jake want you just as much. As you climb into bed though, all you get is a smile and then he turns back to the pages of his book.
You huff with annoyance, so Jake asks, “What’s wrong?” You can tell he’s being genuine in his question. He has no clue your pussy is throbbing under your thin panties.
“I want you babe. Neeeed you.” you whine while scooting over closer to his body and placing one of your hands on his right thigh.
“Love, you know I’m reading. Can’t you wait a little while?”
“No,” you say with a pout, “what if I just ride you. You don’t even have to do the work. I’ll do it all. You can even keep reading your book. Pleaseee.”
“Fine, but you better do all the work because I’m too tired tonight.” Jake speaks.
Without second thoughts, you move to straddle his lap. Your panties are touching his soft cock that’s tucked in his boxer, in the inside of his sweatpants.
You start to grind on it to get him hard enough to ride. The friction that the grinding is giving your pussy stimulates your clit wonderfully. You throw your head back with pleasure. If you grind any longer, you know you’ll end up coming from that alone, so you force yourself to stop. Jake spreads his legs out for you to get in the middle of them to slip his pants and boxers off. You curve your fingers into the band of his underwear and pull them and the sweatpants off at the same time, then throw them on the floor. After that, you slip your panties off and then go back up to straddle his naked lap. You grab ahold of his now erect penis and line it up to your hole, slowly sinking down onto it.
“Mmmm.” you moan with your lips tightly closed, making a thin line. God, Jake always filled you up so good. I mean of course he does.
You began slowly riding Jake’s cock. As much as Jake tried to say he wanted to keep reading and was too tired for sex, you can see the effects you’re doing to him. Breaking him of his stubbornness. The hands the hold up his book are becoming shaky. His face is scrunching up, making wrinkles on his forehead. He’s trying so hard to look like he’s focusing in on the words in his book, but in reality, all he can think about is how tight your pussy feels against his dick. How wet and warm you feel.
Instead of trying to get Jake to give in and fuck you, you try and keep your promise of doing all the work and not needing his help. Mainly to not look weak. To prove you could ride him and get both of you off by yourself.
As you keep riding his cock, your limbs start to feel like their on fire. If anyone needs a good work-out, you highly recommend riding dick because it definitely will work up a sweat on your body. Your hands are on his chest for support, slipping quite a lot due to the silk material of his pajama top. From the position Jakes in, sitting up right with his back against the head board, your clit is being perfectly stimulated by his pubic bone every time you grind your hips forward.
For some reason, your body is giving out on you. Though you can feel an orgasm bubbling in your tummy, it just seems so far away. You really don’t know why. Maybe it’s the fact that Jake is trying his best to ignore you right now and you feel disconnected from him mentally and emotionally. Usually while having sex with Jake, you always feel connected in every aspect to him which makes the whole thing more intense and pleasurable. But you ignore that thought in this moment, trying your hardest to just make yourself and him come.
Jake can see you struggling. He can see your body giving out. The way your arms are shaking and your breath is coming out rough with frustration. He also feels his stomach knotting up and knows he will come in a few minutes, but he doesn’t want to come before you do, and if you keep riding him, that’s exactly what’s gonna happen. Jake sets his book down by the bed, along with his glasses, and throws his head back to try and control himself. At this point, all stubbornness has left his body and he has fully summited to your pleasure.
While Jake has his head thrown back to compose himself, he hears you whimper. Not a this feels so good whimper but more like I’m in pain or distressed whimper. He picks up his head to see tears rolling down your face. Jake immediately panics.
“Love, what’s wrong.” Jake asked in a panicked tone, while reaching up to cup each of your cheeks in his big hands.
“I can’t. I’m sorry Jake but my body hurts and I can’t move any more.” you cry out.
“Shhh, it’s alright. I’ve got you now. Let me take over yeah. No need to get upset. I’ll make you feel good.” Jake says in a sweetly manner. He brings his lips forward to connect to yours. You except his lips immediately and kiss him back. Without breaking the kiss, he takes your night gown off and his shirt, leaving you both completely naked. While kissing passionately, Jake cradles the back of your head and places a hand on your lower back to flip you over onto your back with him above you. You’re so weak you don’t try and fight him.
With you under him, Jake hovers over your limp body, propping himself on his arms on each side of your head, and whispers in your ear, “It’s alright now my love. I’m gonna take care of you.” And he does just that.
Jake rolls his hips to meet yours with each thrust, making sure to go deep within you each time. Your boobs jiggle against his chest. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together. You have your arms around his back to keep him as close as possible. This is what you needed. Yeah, it’s great to ride dick, but only when you know he’s fully into it. You have come to realize, no matter how horny you are, if you aren’t connected emotionally then it just doesn’t feel right. But now you could feel the love from Jake. How each thrust feels thought-out and intentional.
When Jake can feel you began to clench around his cock, he brings a hand down between your connected bodies to rub your clit. That’s all that it takes for you to come and you come hard. All that built up sexual energy has made your orgasm twice as powerful. So powerful your body convulses and shakes, with a few tears leaking from your eyes. Seeing and feeling you come triggers Jake to release. His hot, sticky cum shoots up into your pussy making your insides feel nice and warm. He removes his hand from your clit when you cry out from sensitivity and cups your face to connect your lips back together. This kiss is much more sloppy because you’re both out of breath. Mostly breathing into each others mouths. Then Jake removes his lips from yours and tucks his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.
“I love you. Please forgive me.” Jake whispers after a few minutes of silence.
“I love you too and I’m not mad at you. Just came to realize, sex isn’t as fulfilling if both aren’t enjoying it.” you reply back.
“But I was enjoying it. Every second of it. As soon as you filled your pussy with my cock I stopped reading. Couldn’t focus anymore. Just tried to act like I was so I looked tough and keep my word. But you just make me feel so good.” he mumbles in your neck.
After hearing him say that, instead of talking, you just tightly hug him to your chest. Your legs are still around his waist and his cock is still stuffed inside you. You close your eyes and enjoy this embrace from your loving husband that’s laying on top of you. You honestly like his weight on top of you. Makes you feel safe. Like he would protect you from all evil. Which he would anyways, but his body weight ensures that thought for you.
A/n: I hope you guy enjoyed that. Truly I gave up writing this so it’s not as good as I intended it to be.
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“Finally we’re alone.” Your new husband says, coming towards me and going in for a kiss which I push him away before he can plant on me.
“Help me get out of this thing first Jake.” “Alright, turn around love.” He says in his smooth Texan accent, giving me a smirk before you do as he says.He sweeps back my hair which you ended up taking out after the dancing, kissing your neck before undoing the laces and the main zip.
It took a bit of effort and you had to step over it carefully so not to squash the material.“Where should I put this thing? I don’t want to wreck the-”
Jake stops talking and you see it’s because he’s looking at you. Or rather at the lingerie set your wearing, specifically for him. It’s a white and lacy combo which he’s eyeing, the previous thought he was voicing lost.
“Don’t worry about the dress Jake. Come over here.” Your standing at the edge of the bed and he comes over to me quickly, snaking his hands around my bare waist as he kisses your lips. His large hands span over your back and his mouth touches across the skin of your neck delicately.
You work on removing his suit jacket, followed by his tie and shirt. You push the material off him until you can see his bare chest, running your hands all over it.“Minx,” He says softly as he kisses me, “You look absolutely incredible. This lace is gorgeous on you.”“I’m glad you like it."He unclasps your bra and tosses it off the bed, sitting back and taking in the sight.
Your cheeks warmed as he admired you, like you were a work of art made for him. For a moment he met your eye, making sure you was still doing ok, with a lusting look in his gaze.He took your boobs in his big palms, spanning his hands over them and making you suck in a breath. Jake began kneading them, squeezing them with just the right pressure to have me squirming with pleasure.
You had to bite your lip when he started kissing across your nipples, his teeth pulling at the delicate buds.Then Jake moved down to your underwear, kissing along your stomach, and carefully inched the lacy material down your legs. Once they were off he slowly brought his hands back up, trailing them along the inside of your thighs tauntingly. You shivered at the feeling, the anticipation growing.
He moves a hand between your legs, initially feeling around your folds and testing your wetness. He barely had to touch you to have his fingers coated in your arousal. I had to try really hard to keep your breathing steady, wanting to watch him feeling you but also wanting to close you eyes and lean my head back.When he found your clit and your hips bucked a little, surprising him but not stopping him.
He was going slow and testing out what reactions he could get out of you .Then he moved back to your entrance and slid his middle finger in, earning a gasp from him and a moan from you"So wet.” He says lowly, turned on.
“Only for you.” “Really?” He asks rhetorically, curling his finger a little inside of you before thrusting it in and out, “You’re this wet because of me?"you nod and he picks up his pace with his finger moving in and out of you, making me squirm. You were liking the feeling, pushing your hips up towards it to move it deeper inside of me.
Then without warning he pushed another finger in, stretching you and making you cry out with a moan. With one hand he continued his brutal thrusting inside of you and the other he began toying with your clit, making you moan out and edge closer to climax.
Then with a final run of his thumb over your clit and a curl of his fingers hitting your G-spot, you felt your body reach its peak. You threw your head back and felt your muscles shake with the overwhelming feeling, the spot between your legs convulsing with your orgasm. You spasmed around his fingers that were inside of me for a moment.
Jake let you down easy, sliding his fingers out of you and gently easing off on the pressure. It was perfect. As Jake moved forward so his body was hovering back over you, you put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.
"You ready for more,” he asks you seeing that your warned out.
“Never been more ready,"you tell him.
He pushes his long length into you without a warning and from his first trust he hit you G-spot.
"Harder Jake!” He looked at you to see your eyes screwed shut, mouth parted as you moaned loudly and he thrusted harder into you just like syou ordered.
“Oh God! Right there Jake,” You whispered breathless, our foreheads pressed together. Your sign that he hit your G-spot. Hkept thrusting fast and hard, at the same angle to stroke your sensitive spot right on point, stealing kisses now and then.
“Ohh Jakey, im g-gonna…” You didn’t even finish, ‘cause we both came at the same time, you screaming.
He laid his head on your chest, smiling satisfactorily, as his fingers ran through your hair. He was about to fall asleep, when he felt you stop, which he knew that you drifted off. And soon I did too.
I was reading something online about the song ‘Bigger than the whole sky’ from Taylor Swift, and people speculate that it is about a miscarriage. I started writing a story about it but I have never had a miscarriage before so if there is anything that is wrong or offensive please tell me and I will take this down.
