I Don't See No Smut For Goose Or Cyclone Like Come On People... This Is An SOS For Any Of My Top Gun

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2022 was wild

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oh please slap ME bob floyd.

"yes lieutenant"

kinktober ‘22 day 2 (delayed): choking

pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x reader

Summary: y/n clearly doesnt know when to stop acting up, lucky for them a certain WSO is very willing to put them in their place.

Warnings: gn!reader, no mention of genitalia, mean dom!Bob, brat!reader, so many commas, slightly public sexual acts, dom/sub dynamic, established relationship, choking kink (obviously), reader gets called "slut" and"angel"

word count: 419 (there will be a longer part two tomorrow besties <;3)

a/n: Sorry for posting a day late ASKSJKAJK i’ve had a pretty shitty cold. This is a pretty short one but there will be a much longer part 2 tomorrow containing all the juicy events that shall follow. This is purely self indulgent towards my current top gun brainrot. Grammarly saves the day yet again.

Please let me know if I’ve missed out on any warnings. -Padfoot &lt;3

You had been teasing him all night, the ‘shy’ WSOs patience running thin at an almost supersonic level. You’d pulled every manoeuvre in the book: brushing against him as you walked past, gently ghosting your fingers up and down his neck, covertly grinding against him as you lazily perched on his lap. Along with your blatant disobedience and taunts, he’d had enough.

           “Outside. Now.” he ordered through gritted teeth, loud enough for the other pilots to here. This order of course received a comment or two from Bradley and Jake, egging your boyfriend on and offering no defence for you - as if you deserved it. Nat simply looked on with a knowing gaze. You were fucked to put it simply. Now, at this point there was no use in arguing against the already exasperated lieutenant. Thus, you simply followed on outside, not particularly wanting to get dragged out in front of everyone. The last thing audible as the door to the Hard Deck shut behind you, were the mocking (and frankly immature) whistles and jeers from Jake.

“Care to explain yourself angel?” it wasn’t a request but more so a command and definitely one that did not need a bratty response. Unfortunately: “I wouldn’t know what you’re on about Bobby. Might i suggest -” you were cut off by a hand gripping your throat followed by a surprised gasp from yourself. “Listen here slut, I have just about had it with you running your mouth whenever you get the chance. If you wanna act like a brat you’ll get fuckin’ treated like one. Understood?” he all but growled. This would be your chance to back down, apologise and maybe (just maybe) get off with a slightly lighter punishment than what you were bound to receive. However, there was a common theme with you in situations like this - you never knew when enough was enough.

            “I’m sorry sweetheart, I think I might need a demonstration.” you jived, sweetly looking up at him, feigning innocence. “Still not backing down hmm? Fine get in the fuckin’ car and you’ll get a demonstration the moment we walk through the door.” you opened your mouth, ready to quip back at him but instead received a harsh slap to the face. “I’d suggest you shut that smart little mouth of yours unless you want more than that.” yet again you went to reply, this time a little warier - “unless it’s a ‘yes lieutenant’ i don’t wanna fuckin’ hear it”, “Yes lieutenant”, “Better. Now Shut it.”

Queen in Budapest - The Magic Tour (1986)

hello. is this the post silly pictures of megadeth hotline? what? no? what do you mean 'how did you get this number?' what? ummm haha

If cliff has 100,000 fans, I'm one of them. If cliff has 10,000 fans, I'm one of them. If cliff has 1,000 fans, I'm one of them. If cliff has 1 fan, I'm that 1 fan. If the world is against cliff I'm against the world, if cliff has 0 fans IM DEAD 😵.

Me.

Rooster has a tight grip around your mouth, making sure that no obscene sounds can be heard by anyone, no matter how much he loves the pathetic and completely embarassing whimpers only he can coax out of you. Your nails are digging into the mattress and bedsheets, probably ruining your manicure but you can worry about in the morning. With each rough thrust of his hips, you can feel your pelvis hitting the bedframe - no doubt leaving very unambiguous bruises.

"Be a good girl and keep quiet," he whispers into your ear. His raspy, authoritative voice makes it even more difficult for you to comply. "Or do you want everyone to know who’s ruining your tiny cunt?"

Even your most unsavoury of fantasies couldn’t compare with the sheer eroticism of Rooster. Little did you know, that you, too, outperformed his wet dreams. After all those early morning when he woke up with cum staining his underwear, now that he has the real thing, Bradley really can’t control himself. Not that you mind.

It’s difficult to keep your eyes open. No coherent thoughts exist in your headspace, only Bradley Bradshaw and the way his dick is deliciously stretching your vagina. You can feel his swollen tip hitting all the right spots and tears begin to stream down your face. Maybe it’s a good thing he is keeping your mouth shut - the lewd screams of unimaginable pleasure would surely wake up everyone on the base.

"Go on, pretty thing." His big hand slaps your ass and you yelp, feeling how your legs are shaking. Bradley’s fingers sneak around your waist only to sensually rub your clit in circles. "Cum on me."

And who were you to disobey Lieutenant Bradshaw? He sticks out his tongue slightly feeling you scream in his palm. Your body withers and squirms underneath him and Rooster revels in the tight clench of your vagina around his cock.

He’s still thrusting into your cunt until you stop shaking. Then you feel him pull out and, although you’re tired, you can’t help but whimper in displeasure at the sudden lack of his dick inside you. Bradley chuckles, proud of the effect he has on you. It drives him tirelessly insane that the main star of his sexual fantasies, of all the obscene scenarios he played out in his mind while jacking off, can’t get enough of him.

Just when you think that fun time’s over, Rooster grabs your waist and tosses you farther onto the bed. He wastes no time climbing on top of you and kissing up your legs. Bradley’s much bigger than you are, instilling a certain feeling of powerlessness in you - the same sensation of defenselessness against his prowess that made you ride your pillow on so many lonely nights.

His hand gently squeezes your neck, forcing you to look at Bradley’s face. In his eyes you saw a loving devotion, now clouded with primitive desire, primal lust.

"I’m not done with your sweet pussy."

And you can’t decide which one is more true: is Rooster pussydrunk or are you cockdrunk?