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cocaine heart ⋆ lloyd hansen

dark!mob!lloyd hansen x female!reader

word count ⋆ 1,624

warnings ⋆ smut! minors dni, mentions of murder, mention of use of drugs, age gap (reader is in 20s, lloyd is in late 40s) dubcon, rough sex, voyerism, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, degradation, sub!reader, fingering, sir kink, slight daddy kink.

authors note ⋆ reader is kind of a sociopath bc??? she just wants dick okay??

don’t forget to give me some love, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.

“on my command…” lloyd mumbled, back pressed against the wall as his men nodded curtly, holding up their guns towards the giant door.

“now.” as soon as the word slipped his tongue, his men stormed through the door, aiming and firing at their targets.

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i’m just gonna leave this here

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Willard Hewitt walked, FUCKING STRUTTED MAMA, so Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw could run and y’all better never forget that, either.

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🎵 Goodness gracious, great balls of fire! 🎵

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i’m punching the floor, banging my head on the door, and i’m gonna roll down the stairs

Hi! I absolutely love your writing and I wanted to send a blurb request for the sleepover - rooster as girl dad :)

when i saw this, i nearly screamed bc @thebradleybradshaw and i mayyy or may not discuss this at length on the reg 🤫 thank you for reading sweetheart!! x

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He forgot the diaper bag.

After asking about a thousand times if he had it, and hearing confirmation (very exasperated confirmation, by the way) that it was in his hands, he had forgotten it.

"Babe," you said, just on the edge of whining. "We're supposed to be at the park all day for this birthday party!"

"I knooow," Bradley huffed, looking sheepish despite the smile slowly playing across his lips. You pinched his nose and kissed his cheek in frustration before sitting down next to him on the park bench. Kids were sprinting around aimlessly and shrieking, hopped up on the forbidden nectar of Kool-Aid.

Carrie ran on unsteady feet up to the two of you. "Dabdy," she sputtered in her little one-year-old voice. "Bug." She was, in fact, clutching a grasshopper in her tiny grasp, and Bradley had to stifle a laugh before he answered,

"No way! You got that all by yourself?! That's my little duckling!"

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YOU CANT DO THIS TO MEEEE

okay so, i can explain!! it’s 1 am and i completely read this incorrectly, so it’s about the reader finding a picture of herself in his wallet because i’m an idiot! i was going to scrap it but i am just proud of myself for actually completing a blurb without giving up

so, i will be writing the actual request tomorrow because it’s so cute and adorable and makes a lot more sense than this and i can’t WAIT write it because 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 so fluffy man 🫶 but until then, enjoy this piece of work i am writing while very woozy on strong pain meds that ultimately makes zero sense! (posting this on mobile too because my dedication the craft is not enough for me to look for my laptop charger soz queens xxx)

“Have you seen my purse anywhere, Roos?” Your eyes dart around the living room, trying to retrace your steps.

“No, why’d you need it?” He shakes his head, glancing over at you from where he had collapsed on the couch.

“Uh, I need to go to the grocery store. I think a 6”1, 200 pound Navy fighter pilot raided my refrigerator.” You quip, smiling snarkily at the man in question. He grins as his eyes scan over your form, letting out a little appreciative hum.

You’re wearing that pretty little sun dress that drives him crazy, and he can’t say he doesn’t enjoy the way it accentuates the curve of your ass as you get on all fours on the floor, leaning down to check for your purse under the couch. You wouldn’t be surprised where it ended up, Bradley had a tendency to just kick things on the floor out of his path; especially if he had been making a bee line for the couch, then he definitely wouldn’t pause to pick it up.

“What are you humming at, perv?” You question as you stand back up, rounding the couch so you were standing behind it, eyes once again scanning the room for the missing purse as you let out an aggravated scoff.

He laughs vehemently, his head tilting back against the back of the couch until he’s peering up at you from where you stand behind him. “Oh, just my breathtakingly beautiful wife.”

You scoff, a manicured hand coming down to absentmindedly play with his mess of curls as you tried to track down your purse. This will bug her all day, Rooster thought to himself, as he watched you scan the entire room over and over again.

“Wife?” You grinned. “Did I miss the wedding?”

He laughs again, your witticisms humouring him greatly, grabbing the hand knotted into his hair and bringing it down to his lips, and pressing a kiss to the soft skin just below where your pretty engagement ring lay on your finger.

“Formalities, honey.” He tuts, and another hum slips from his lips as you bend down to press a soft kiss to his rosy lips. His mustache tickles your chin, your kiss slightly awkward, seeing as your face was leaning over his slightly uncomfortably.

His arm reaches up, hand knotting into your hair to keep you close to him as his soft lips work against your even softer ones. Your nose brushes against his chin as you reluctantly pull away, the ache in your lower back growing more and more every second you keep yourself in the awkward position.

You wipe at your mouth, giggling as you bring your thumb down to wipe at his chin. “You got a little gloss…. everywhere, Roos.”

He chuckles, wiping at his skin. “You can bring my credit card, if you want. I think it’s in my jacket pocket. I’ll look for your purse when you’re gone.”

You hum, annoyed at the fact your purse was still missing, but thankful for your fiancés generous nature. You squeeze at his muscular shoulder, before you’re walking into the hall to grab the wallet out of his coat pocket. “Thanks, baby; you’re a godsend. I’ll transfer you the money later.”

He sends you an incredulous look once you come back into the living room. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Pretty sure it’s my turn to go grocery shopping anyway, you need to stop doing my share of the chores for me.”

You chuckle, gasping dramatically before you open up his worn, leather wallet to grab his card. “What? And have my big strong fighter pilot fiancé be burdened with tedious household tasks that should be for civilians only? I would never!”

He shakes his head, having grown accustomed to your sarcastic remarks throughout your relationship, and anyway, you both know that he’s undoubtedly going to be the one making dinner and doing the dishes tonight.

“By the way, I feel like we should address the fact you’re totally sugar daddying me right now? I know it’s only groceries, but it’s still kind of hot.” You chide.

He mumbles something about how you have serious issues, and you're about to shoot him a quippy remark in response, until your breath gets stuck in your throat. Stowed away in the transparent pocket on the left hand side of his wallet, are two small pictures. One of his mum and dad, smiling happily at the camera; and another one of you.

You didn’t even know he’d taken the picture; you were on the beach, in the middle of laughing, probably at something he’d said, eyes looking over the camera, filled with nothing but love; so you were definitely staring at him. The picture had been folded at the edges so it would fit snugly into the pocket. Your heart melts, looking up from the wallet to stare at your fiancé.

He could feel your eyes on him, but his eyes didn’t move from the television; not thinking much of your gaze. “If you found the picture of me and my second family, I can explain.”

You don’t even laugh at his joke. You just clamber onto the sofa, your legs either side of his lap as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in tight to you. Ultimately, you don’t really know why you’re so touched by the picture. You’re engaged, it’s not overly unique to have a picture of your fiancée in our wallet. However, when you saw the photo, you just couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling of being totally completely adored and cherished by the love of your life. You felt so much love for the man, while you also felt incredibly loved by the man. “Hey, what’s all this about; you okay, baby?”

You nod, cupping his face into your hands as you shoot him one of the prettiest smiles you’ve ever seen. “I love you. So much. You know that, right?”

He nods, a bemused grin painting his face as he laughs. He is completely lost, unsure of where this all came from, but he graciously accepts it anyway. “I know, honey. I love you too.”

#this is all i’m going to think about #i’ll be at work #sobbing #i love rooster

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Miles Teller as Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw in TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)

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put you in your place | b. bradley

synopsis: rooster takes out his jealous anger on you ft. bradley bradshaw x fem!reader

warning: 18+ MINORS DNI!! nsfw; fingering, nudity, unprotected sex, cursing

note: i put my blood, sweat, and pussy into this!! there’s no going back. it was nice knowing you, comrades. i’m afraid i must retreat to my rightful place in hell after this. leave a message at the beep xx

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touch me, i’m sick

pairing. jake ‘hangman’ seresin x female pilot (cs majesty)! reader do not copy or plagiarise my work. 

an. no one look at me. i know i said that blonde men don’t deserve rights but you know, opinions change and we move on. pls reblog and comment if this tickles ur fancy ok bye <3   synopsis. it’s always been easy to resist hangman’s charm – until one lonely night, when it becomes the hardest task you’ve ever had to complete. 

warnings. 18+ minors exit stage left. swearing, sexually explicit language and description, forward sexual advances, female masturbation, spit as lube, almost being caught, male receiving oral, and public(ish) sexual acts. not beta’d. you copy my shit i’ll find out. 

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thrill ride || pete “maverick” mitchell

summary: you’re maverick’s reckless counterpart, and he hates to love it. but no matter how much it scares him, he’s always the first one there to help you.

words: ~1.2k

warnings: mentions of violence, injuries, angst to fluff :) 

a/n: requested by @totomoshi​ !! 

You managed to stumble out of your jet before steadying yourself, then collapsing onto the ground. You didn’t expect to make it back alive, much less in one piece—that in itself was a miracle. 

Maverick didn’t say anything when you touched down. He was still recovering from the mini heart attack you’d given him when the mission had gone sideways. He had waited—paced around the room—for hours without a signal from you. You were here now, though, which he was beyond grateful for. 

He wrapped you up into what felt like the tightest hug in the world. It was almost enough to make you forget that you were hungry, tired, and in a great deal of pain. That’s what he always did—he made you forget about the bad parts and hold on to the good.

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can't take my eyes off you | bb

this is not what I typically write about and its so off brand for me BUT seeing the new top gun brought back my childhood obsession and my miles teller crush since footloose... also my military family would actually murder me if they knew I was thirsting over fictional (and real) military men

reader's call sign is magnet and rooster calls you mags for short <3 the idea of singer!rooster who loves older music is everything to me

summary: the past is never really in the past, and rooster proves that when the squadron spends their first night out of uniform at the bar

notes: cursing, some angst, fluff, alcohol, allusion to a suggestive ending, this was supposed to be much shorter

The evening crowd is still trickling into the bar slowly as the bartender slides me another round. Penny is on the other side of the bartop, wiping down counters and organizing the back before the rush of rowdy pilots and their onlookers. Surely, the rest of the aviators and naval officers will be coming in soon, and I just say a prayer that Phoenix will be in the first wave of attendees. When my Budweiser bottle is down to nothing but some foam, I slide the bottle to the other end of the counter and wait for the bartender to come by with another. As I’m about to flag him down, desperate for at least one more beer before facing the rest of the squadron, I am interrupted. 

“Mags,” Rooster draws out, slinging an arm around my shoulder as he leans into me. 

I look to Phoenix as the man orders a round for the group, including another Budweiser. She mouths a silent I’m sorry before the man leaning on me turns to look at me.

“You came without us?” Rooster asks with a smirk, pushing his sunglasses higher up his nose. 

“Needed a break from all the testosterone,” I grin at him, shrugging his arm off my shoulders. 

“C’mon, I told you I was sorry, Magnet!” he calls as I walk away with the Budweiser he had given to me.

I flash him the middle finger as Phoenix follows me, and she laughs wildly as the other pilots erupt in cheering and yelling around Rooster. He stands dumbfounded, a grin playing on his lips as Fanboy slaps him on the back. I catch the grin on the bartender’s face as he reaches for the bell, and our friends watch with bated breath. When he rings the bell, the entire place erupts in cheering, and Rooster quirks an eyebrow from behind his aviators. I shrug my shoulders at him before following Phoenix toward other lieutenants from the naval base.  

“They’re classier than pilots,” she grins as we approach. “I love a man that knows his way around some ropes.”

I laugh at her comment, still holding back a grin when she introduces herself to the group of naval officers. I follow her lead, relishing in the way some of their eyes linger on my curves in the sundress rather than my typical boxy look with my uniform on and hair slicked back in a tight bun. After an hour or so, Phoenix has convinced them I’ve never lost a round of pool, and it doesn’t take long for me to be leaning into the pool table with eyes focused on my target. The men around us go silent as I drain my fifth striped ball in a row, and Phoenix stands with her arms crossed and a smug look on her face. My sixth ball drifts wide, hitting the bumper and rolling to a stop centimeters from the corner, and I look to my opponent with a grin. 

“Think you can play catch up?” 

He nods with a smirk as he bends toward the table, firing upon a solid that lands perfectly in one of the side pockets. From across the bar, Rooster is trying not to notice how my dress hitches up every time I bend over the green table, or how my opponent’s eyes linger on my body with each of my shots. Fanboy and Payback notice Rooster zoning out as he waits for his turn at the dartboard, and Hangman chuckles as he dangles a dart in front of his face. Payback elbows Rooster in the ribs, and the pilot shakes his head to clear his brain of me bent over the pool table. He’s off with his dart, and the pack groans as Hangman hits a bullseye to win. Even with his rival’s obnoxious gloating, Rooster looks back to where the unfamiliar naval officer leans closer to me now. A uniform-clad thigh brushes against mine, and Rooster starts to walk toward the pool table without a second thought. Fanboy tries to follow, calling his name as he weaves through the crowded bar. 

The 8 ball sits precariously against the corner, and just as I’m about to send the cue ball across the table, something cold brushes my arm and stops my momentum. I whip my head to the side, ready to tell off whoever broke my concentration, and even more anger festers when I see familiar aviators and a well-groomed mustache come into view. Rooster grins, sensing the annoyance radiating from me, as he wedges himself between me and my opponent.

“Brought you another,” he holds out the cold Budweiser to me. “Looked like you could use some cooling down over here.”

“She’s good, man,” my opponent speaks up, putting a hand on Rooster’s shoulder to direct him away from us.

“Clearly, she’s not,” he grins, leaning his forearms against the suede table and pointing toward a pocket with the longneck bottle. “She would’ve banked all of these in one round if she were good.”

“Go finish darts with your boys,” I huff, nudging him with my hip to get him to move. “I’m fine, Roost.”

“See man? She said she’s good,” my opponent puffs his chest out as his voice raises. 

Phoenix’s eyes go wide as she senses where this is going, and she slinks away from the lieutenant she had been chatting up to be a bit closer to me in case Rooster lost his head. Rooster lets out a laugh, unphased by the man in uniform next to him. 

“Mags, you know I’m right,” his voice is calm despite his cocky attitude. “Go ahead and show him. Far left corner pocket.”

I look at him trying to bite back a smirk as my anger ebbs. I should be angry with him still, but he always makes it difficult to stay mad at him. Rooster continues as I assess the shot he pointed out.

“You know why they call her Magnet?” he smiles as he tips his beer toward me. My opponent shakes his head as Rooster chuckles, “She’s always sticking to the enemy. You just can’t shake her.”

“You know why they call him Rooster?” I look back over my shoulder, grinning at the two men. “He’s a massive cock.”

My opponent looks at me, barely glancing at Rooster in between us as he laughs. The small crowd around us erupts in hollers at my comment, and I line up the shot Rooster challenged me to call. I take another glance at the logistics of the move, and my opponent notices me weighing it. He glances at Rooster as he speaks.

“Are you trying to get her to lose? That’s almost impossible,” he says. “Call it, and I win.”

“Is that a challenge, Lieutenant?” Rooster grins, knowing what is coming from me and Phoenix.

“Phoenix!” I hold back laughter as I use my best admiral impression. 

My friend takes a step toward me, hand to her forehead in a knowing salute, “Yes, ma’am!”

“Remind me of how we respond to challenges from men,” I grin at her, and her cheeks puff out with laughter.

“Put them in their place, ma’am!” she continues her impression of a dutiful petty officer. 

“Now, excuse me, boys,” I grin, pushing Rooster and my opponent back before bending over the table and pointing the cue to the pocket. “Far left.”

Rooster crosses his arms across his chest with a smirk, eyes flitting across my figure behind his aviators, and my opponent watches with a cocky smirk, elbowing one of his friends in a premature notion of victory. Phoenix drops her salute, and the pool cue slides over my knuckles with ease before making contact with the side of the cue ball. We all watch as the ball spins, veering toward the bumper where it ricochets across the table. It lands in the far left pocket with a resounding clink, and I stand from the side of the table looking at both Rooster and my opponent with a grin.

“That’s how it’s done, boys,” Phoenix says as I reach out for the Budweiser from Rooster’s hands, fingers brushing over the red label as he holds it out to me.

“Told you,” Rooster throws over his shoulder to my opponent who is still staring at the table in shock. “She’s good.”

“Play nice, you two,” I call over my shoulder, walking away from the table and making sure my hips sway lightly as I maneuver through the crowd.

Both Rooster and the other lieutenant watch as I walk away, and Phoenix elbows Rooster in the ribs.

“If you want her to forgive you, you need to do something else besides bring her a beer,” my friend starts. “And stop staring at her ass.”

“I was so not doing that,” he fires back at the pilot.

“Those aviators don’t hide everything, Roost,” she calls, making her way back toward the officer she had been speaking to during my victorious round of pool. 

After two hours of the rowdy bar with Rooster’s eyes following me, I step outside toward the beach for some fresh air and quiet. The sand is still warm from the beating sun that has set, and I sit on one of the plush benches down from the bar. I take deep breaths as the waves crash, and after a few minutes of quiet, I hear the wooden door shut to the bar entrance behind me. 

“Are you following me, Bradshaw?” I say before I even see him. 

He chuckles as he sits on the beach chair across from me, “We’re on to last names now?”

I try my best to glare at him, but my anger quickly fades at his crooked smile and aviators hanging from his shirt. I graciously accept the water bottle he dangles in front of me, taking a sip before answering him.

“If that’s the only way you’ll listen to me,” I shrug, looking back to the Pacific as it crashes gently on the shore. 

“Mags, listen,” his voice is quieter than before, lacking some of his usual lightheartedness. 

I turn to face him, looking at his gaze that is finally free of his aviator frames. His hazel eyes look more green in the ambient light from the Hard Deck, and freckles from the California sun dot his face. I want to kick myself for noticing Rooster in front of me--for noticing him as a man rather than a friend or a pilot. 

“I’m sorry, okay? You are absolutely right to be mad at me, and I see now where I screwed up.”

“I can hold my own, Rooster,” I start. “I don’t need you to try to protect me or help me out.”

“Hangman left you out to dry, and you weren’t standing up for yourself to Mav,” he says, leaning in a few inches to look at me. “I couldn’t let you take the brunt of his screw up and then the extra push-ups.”

“Why not? Because I’m a girl?” my voice is angrier than I really feel, but Rooster freezes in the wake of my words anyway. 

His eyes are soft as he takes in the weight of my words, but he lets me continue instead of interrupting me, “I can take the yelling from Mav, and I can take the push-ups from Hondo. I’ve trained for this, Roost, not because someone took it easy on me.”

“I know, Mags, and I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come off that way,” he whispers, and without a thought, his fingers tuck a piece of stray hair behind my ear. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s you, Rooster! It’s because you want to stand up to Mav. You want to challenge him and prove him wrong in everything. You want to beat him,” I stare at him incredulously, butterflies in my stomach from when his fingertip barely grazed my cheek as he tucked hair back. “I know you’re still angry with him, but you need to get some perspective.”

He is silent as he sits in front of me, and out of instinct, I grab both of his hands and clutch them between mine, “He still feels guilty about your dad, and I can’t imagine how he would feel if something happened to you. Don’t you think he did what he did to try to protect you?”

“It wasn’t up to him to make that decision for me,” he whispers, eyes still locked on mine. 

“Just like it’s not up to you to determine what I can and can’t take,” my voice is gentle between us. “I’m no different than you.”

His hands clutch mine as silence falls between us. The ocean crashes on the shore, and we can hear continued laughter and chatter from the bar behind us. Rooster’s chest rises and falls steadily, and I can hear his breathing in the cool sea breeze. His eyes travel across my face, lingering over my lips before coming back to my eyes.

“Not to change the subject, but if I say something out of line, are you going to beat the shit out of me?” he asks with a barely-there grin. 

“I’ll make you buy me another beer,” I whisper back to him. “Depending on how out of line, you’ll owe the whole place another round.”

He drops our hands between his, and he runs one of his through his hair before they settle back in his lap in a fidget, “You look good out of uniform, Mags. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you like this.”

My cheeks turn red as I smirk, “You know Roost, I wasn’t going to say anything, but so do you. It looks like Virginia is treating you well.”

“I could say the same for you about Florida,” he laughs quietly. “Things haven’t changed since we graduated from TOP GUN together, have they?”

I shake my head, eyes meeting his as he swallows hard, “Doesn’t seem like it.”

“You still drink Budweiser and wear that jean jacket as your unofficial uniform,” he whispers quietly, fingers tracing the seam of the jacket revealing one of my shoulders. I breathe in sharply when his fingers barely graze my tanned skin. His fingers continue their path along the familiar jacket, “I still see you as a woman, even when I know I shouldn’t.”

“Bradley,” I whisper, and his eyes snap up to mine.

“Please don’t call me that, Mags, because I can’t do this again,” his voice is gentle as he pleads. “I’m wrapped around your finger, and you know it, and when you say my name like that, I can’t say no to you.”

One of my hands rests on his cheek, feeling the scruff beneath my palm and thumb resting over a cluster of freckles, “I never stopped thinking about you. You’ve been my only constant through every new assignment and relocation.”

“When I walked in here that first night, and I saw you, I should have known,” he begins, swallowing thickly. “I should have known this was going to happen.”

“It’s not going to,” I whisper, hand still pressed to his cheek. “We’ll be here together for a few weeks. We’ll flirt, and we’ll reminisce. At the end of this, we’ll move on. We always do, Rooster.”

“We might not go home this time, Magnet,” his fingers wrap around my wrist, thumb tracing up the inside of my forearm. “You heard Maverick and the admiral. I don’t want to leave anything unsaid. It has to end differently this time”

“Rooster, please,” I breathe quietly.

He watches me with gentle breaths, hanging on to whatever words are about to come from my lips. My eyes search his face frantically, trying to find the words, and they linger over his lips before flicking back to his eyes. For a moment, there is nothing but our breaths and the gentle waves on the shore. I’m leaning in toward him, lips almost brushing as I speak.

“Please just kiss me,” I whisper, and he wastes no time in closing the gap between us. 

His soft lips press against mine, and my fingers take root in the short hair at the back of his head. One of his hands rests on my waist, bunching up the sundress fabric as he pulls me closer to the edge of the bench. When my lips part just enough to welcome his tongue, a loud whistle sends us jolting apart, and both of our chests heave for air.

“C’mon, lovebirds!” Phoenix calls with a smirk. “Hangman wants another karaoke competition. Better hope the whole squadron still wants to do it after seeing this.”

Fanboy stands next to her, grinning so wide his cheeks must hurt. Coyote and Payback pump their fists on the other side of the glass, and Bob sends two big thumbs up as Hangman laughs. 

“Fuck,” Rooster mumbles to himself, standing from the bench. “It’s my fault, Mags.”

He stretches a hand out, pulling me up from the bench. I follow suit, feet sinking into the sand as we trudge back toward the bar. Rooster’s broad back blocks most of my view until we stop right before Phoenix and Fanboy.

“I knew you were friends from graduating together,” Fanboy grins with raised eyebrows. “I didn’t know your tongues were acquainted, too.”

“I hope you have to do 600 push-ups tomorrow,” Rooster fires at the WSO. 

Phoenix grins as Rooster scowls, “We’ll use our time to figure out a name for the two of you. Magnet and Rooster don’t really mesh well.”

Rooster sighs, “Fuck both of you.”

The two giggle as Fanboy speaks up, “Seems I’m not the one being fucked tonight, Roost.”

My jaw drops at the comment from Fanboy’s mouth, and Phoenix covers her mouth to try to prevent the deep-bellied laughter falling from it. Rooster’s eyes are wide and cheeks red as he stares at the lieutenant in front of him.

“You owe everyone a round,” Rooster smirks. “Just disrespected a lady.”

Phoenix shakes her head as she furrows her brows, “If I recall, you were staring at her ass the entire time she was playing pool. That’s another round on you.”

I glare at him, and he pinches between his eyebrows, “I’m sorry, Mags. You were bent over the table in that sundress.”

“Alright, everyone inside,” I bark, pushing all three back into the bar. “I’ve been embarrassed enough for one day.”

“I thought him staring was a compliment!” Fanboy calls as I shove him into the threshold.

Rooster smacks his shoulder, “Man, shut up.”

The crowd cheers as we enter the bar, and a part of me debates crawling beneath the pool table to avoid the eyes on us. The boys clap Rooster on the back as he settles at the piano, and Coyote sends a wink my way as he calls out the term loverboy. Rooster’s fingers fly across the keys of the old piano, and he sings along loudly with Coyote and Hangman as a large group of attendees join them. I lean against the far wall, watching the ease and carefree attitudes of everyone--a welcomed sight after the tense day training with Maverick and our not-so-private kiss. I bring the beer bottle to my lips, welcoming the cool liquid as it passes, and Phoenix leans against the wall next to me.

“So, Rooster, huh?” her voice is quiet so that only I can hear her over the rambunctious singing. “It makes sense, you know.”

“It’s long and complicated,” I answer her, eyes never leaving the man behind the piano. “There’s a history.”

“He watches you, too,” she nods her hod, tossing back her own beer. “He’s been looking at you all night, but also in training. He worries about you when you go up.”

“That’s why it’ll never work,” I mumble. “He wants to protect me, but he can’t.”

“Don’t you want to do the same?” she asks, eyebrows raised.

“Emotions compromise us,” I whisper, eyes following him as he throws his head back with a laugh. “We might not come home, Phoenix. Not just this mission, but any time we go up. How can I let anything happen knowing neither of us may come home one day?”

She shrugs her shoulders, “You have to ask yourself if it’s worth it. Do you live without ever taking the chance, or do you live knowing you got to spend at least some time together? Look at Mav and Penny. Do you want to be like that if you don’t have to be?”

“You know, if this whole pilot thing doesn’t work out for you,” I grin at her, “you’ve got a future in negotiations. You’ve got a way with words.”

She chuckles, “Thanks, but I think the pilot thing is working just fine for now.”

We continue to talk in between watching our squadron sing their hearts out around the piano, clinking beers and leaning on each other. Rooster places his hands out around the crowd, bringing them lower to the keys to quiet the crowd. He grins as he locks eyes with me, and our fellow lieutenants egg him on. 

“Mags, you’ve got to forgive me!” he shouts, and the crowd around him starts to cheer. “I just can’t take my eyes off of you!”

He begins to play Frankie Valli’s famous song, voice belting out the words to Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. Our squadron around him cheers wildly as they start to sing along, and my cheeks turn bright red in the ambient light of the bar. I catch Phoenix next to me, laughing as she nudges me forward from the wall. The crowd continues to carry the melody, vocalizing the brass section of the song. He grabs one of my hands, pulling me into the crowd with him as he sings.

“I love you, baby, and if it’s quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night. I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say oh, pretty baby, don’t bring me down, I pray, oh pretty baby. Now that I’ve found you, stay and let me love you, baby. Let me love you.”

The bar crowd provides backing vocals, and Rooster sings so loud a vein in his neck bulges as his smile embeds itself permanently on his cheeks. He spins me around as he sings, twirling me across the floor to face our squadron members before curling me back into his embrace. I laugh wildly along with him, eventually belting out the lyrics with him. 

“You’re just too good to be true. Can’t take my eyes off of you. You’d be like heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much. At long last, love has arrived, and I thank God I’m alive. You’re just too good to be true. Can’t take my eyes off you.”

His hazel eyes are crinkled in the corners as he sings, hands gripping my waist as I spin. He lets me go flying across the floor, ending up with Payback who smiles as he sings. Rooster pulls Phoenix to the floor, sending her across just as I had while Payback nudges me back toward Rooster. He continues his lively singing, eyes locked on mine as he does. I can’t stop my laughter at his over-the-top performance. He holds me out as the song comes to an end, leaning in closer than previously acceptable.

“Stay and let me love you, baby. Let me love you.”

When his note ends, I decide to make the move and close the space between us. Much to the applause of the crowd around us, they clap and cheer as Rooster and I’s lips meet in the dim bar. The kiss is brief and innocent, full of smiles and dopamine. When I break away from him, his smile is so wide that dimples appear on his cheeks.

“Rooster,” I say loud enough for only him to hear, a grin filling my face. “Take me home.”

He grins as he leans in for another kiss, breaking away and pulling me through the bar to his car in the parking lot, “Show me the way, honey.”

[lucyhalearchive]

Ma do a smut for bradley bradshaw where you’re iceman’s youngest daughter and he fucks you in your room when everyone is home🙏🙏

Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, voyeurism, female masturbation, overstimulation, oral (m! Receiving), choking, praise kink, begging

Word Count: 6k

It was always a bittersweet experience returning home. On one hand, I had the pleasure of seeing all my relatives, both distant and close. On the other hand, I was reminded of happier times in my childhood when all I had to worry about was getting an A on my upcoming math exam.

At the Kazansky household, things were always packed. My father was adamant about inviting everyone in the family and filling our house to the brim with happy people who were ready to have a good time.

I mostly mingled with people I liked and avoided those who were overbearing and insisted on showering me with all kinds of unnecessary affection. Call me crazy, but the prospect of being hugged and kissed by a complete stranger (who swore they changed my diaper when I was a baby) did not appeal to me in the least.

It was that time of night, so I grabbed whatever drink my father was serving and moved to the back of the house to keep an eye on the other guests. Anyone looking to strike up a conversation with me would find me being a wallflower in the back corner of whatever room everyone was congregating in.

Tonight was a particularly trying night. My father had invited so many people that the party felt cramped rather than lively. In the back of the room, I assumed my usual position. Instead of ignoring me and resuming their conversations, people bumped into me, pushed past me, or got in my way when all I wanted to do was watch from afar and listen in on the juicy gossip.

“I gotta get out of here.”

I muttered to myself as I searched the area for my father. He was mingling with a few of his friends, holding a large glass of wine.

I pushed my way past various groups of people who were discussing a variety of topics, ranging from politics to their newly planted garden. A mix of high-end colognes and low-cost perfumes drifted through the air, creating a perplexing aroma that jumbled my thoughts.

God, it seemed like the situation was growing worse by the second.

“Sorry.”

My shoulder brushed up against the back of a man who appeared to be in a state of confusion.

“Sorry.”

I apologized, despite the fact that he had walked right in front of me.

“Dad!”

Through the cacophony of voices, I called out.

He was completely absorbed in the conversation and was unable to hear my voice.

“Dad!”

After taking a few more steps towards him, I called again.

He heard me this time. He spun his head around on his neck, searching for the source of the voice. His shoulders sprung up into an excited position as his gaze landed on me, his eyes brightening with anticipation of what I had to say.

“Hey! I’m gonna step outside for a little while. I need some fresh air.”

My father smiled and gave me a small pat on the shoulder. I returned his grin and began moving through the crowds until, after what seemed like a ten-day journey, I arrived at the front door.

“Who!”

I ecstatically exclaimed, relieved to be free of the throngs of people. I flung the door open and inhaled the soft autumn breeze, which smelled of rustic terrain and freshly fallen leaves.

I gently closed the door behind me, taking care not to attract unwanted attention as I steered clear of the suffocating crowds.

I started walking down the suburban streets, with no particular destination in mind. I took both right and left turns.

Today's weather was especially lovely. It was warm enough that I could get away with wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. It wasn't hot enough, though, to make the great outdoors stuffy and unpleasant. This day was made even better by the addition of a gentle breeze.

The birds in the trees chirped peacefully, and slowed my footsteps so I could hear their lovely songs. I stood there watching them communicate with each other in the shade of a large oak tree, smiling as they expressed their love for each other.

“Lovely.”

I said to myself, placing my hands in the pockets of my jean shorts.

“Y/N!”

Someone just said my name, I swear. But it was faint, almost inaudible. I assumed it was all in my head, a mere figment of my imagination.

“Y/N!”

The call had become much more audible. It wasn't something I could have imagined.

I swiveled my head around, anxiously scanning the street for the source of the voice. Fortunately, I didn't have to look very hard.

There was a tall, extremely muscular man standing in his front lawn, waving at me with a thick mustache perched on his upper lip.

“What the hell?”

The sun glinted off his immaculately sculpted abdomen, which appeared to be carved from stone.

I cocked my brow.

Wait a minute.

Is that who I thought it was?

There's no way.

There’s no way in hell.

"Bradshaw?!”

My brows furrowed in perplexity as I screamed his name.

The man laughed hysterically, his muscular shoulders bouncing with each chuckle.

“I thought you wouldn’t recognize me, Y/N.”

This yelling was starting to irritate me.

“Come over here and let’s talk!”

Bradley snatched his white shirt from the floor and threw it on, then adjusted his black aviator sunglasses before sprinting over to me across the empty street.

I wouldn't believe he was Bradley Bradshaw if he didn't know my name.

“Hey Y/N.”

He spoke with his hands on either side of his hips as he stared down at me, his eyes hidden behind the black lenses of his sunglasses. I could only assume he was looking me in the eyes.

“Hey!”

I exclaimed.

I couldn't stop myself from sliding my gaze over his now fully developed body.

“My God! You look so much different!”

Bradley laughed and threw his head back, revealing his adam's apple as well as a few well-defined veins protruding on either side of his neck.

“I assume you're complimenting me.”

His perfectly sculpted body, and that deep, husky voice. When did he become so...

perfect?

“Yes! You look great!”

Bradley gave me a friendly smile. His entire body was coated in a thin layer of moisture, so I assumed he had been exercising in the lovely autumn weather.

“Oh! There’s a party at my dad’s house if you’d like to join.”

Despite not knowing which direction led back to my house, I pointed to the left.

Bradley smiled even bigger, displaying his flawless set of pearly white teeth.

“That sounds like fun! I’ll be glad to see your old man again!”

Again?

“What do you mean again?”

I asked, one of my brows cocked.

“Oh! I’m in the navy. I fly planes.”

Well, that explains the perfect body.

I raised my brows in surprise and crossed my arms over my chest.

“What?! How am I just hearing about this now?!”

I exclaimed in surprise. Bradley was following in his old man’s footsteps. Why did it take so long for me to receive the good news? Both my father and him neglected to tell me, I suppose.

“Well, to be fair, we haven’t seen each other in quite a long time.”

I tucked my bottom lip under my top teeth.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I meant to contact you again, but I guess time really did just slip away from me.”

I rubbed a hand across my face, irritated with myself.

“I’m really sorry Brad. I just graduated from college, and got an apprenticeship, and then I got a new job, and then I moved out…”

Bradley raised his hand to silence me.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N.”

He assured me that my forgetfulness was understandable.

I motioned for him to come closer.

“Come on, walk with me to the party and give me all the new life updates. I’m anxious to hear about you.”

We took our time walking, not in a hurry to get to the party.

He told me everything about his life, the navy, and his friends, down to the smallest detail. And I listened intently the entire time, making sure to ask questions to show him I was fully engaged in the conversation.

I didn't have a clue where I was going. Thankfully, Bradley (or should I say, Rooster) knew how to get from his house to mine. I'd be completely lost if it weren't for his assistance.

“That’s about it.”

He said, as we reached the front of my porch.

“Wow. That’s super cool.”

I cast a sidelong glance at my house's front facade. From the street, I could hear a low hum of activity.

“Do you wanna go inside?”

I inquired, my gaze returning to his jet black aviators. Rooster smiled and nodded.

“Sure.”

In an overly formal manner, he extended his elbow to me. I scoffed at his absurdity, my arm catching on the underside of his elbow.

We exchanged a few glances before he led me up the front steps of my porch, releasing his arm once we were both at the front door. Rooster reached for the doorknob and twisted it until it clicked. He bowed his head and motioned for me to enter the room with a sense of artificial formality.

“Thank you, good sir.”

He flashed me a smirk before I stepped through the threshold, returning to the bustling house.

I took up my old spot in the back of the room. Only now did I have something to occupy my time.

While Rooster was busy conversing with others, I cast glances at him. He had a lot of charisma and could start a conversation with almost anyone who crossed his path.

This was excellent for me because it gave me plenty of time to admire his gleaming biceps from afar while he was distracted by others.

How is it possible for one man to be so flawless?

To begin with, his perfectly toned muscles would attract the attention of any man or woman.

But, even if he didn't have such a fantastic body, his magnificent smile was enough to make any girl weak at the knees.

And, if he didn’t have the body or the smile, his charisma was enough to entice any woman into bed with him.

He possessed all of the necessary qualities: intelligence, charisma, and a stunning physical appearance.

Many years ago, when we were close friends, I admired him.

I was consumed by a burning desire for him now, which was ignited every time he flashed his famous smile or flexed one of his many toned muscles.

But I wouldn't go too far with my speculation. Because a man like that is unquestionably taken. And if he wasn't taken, he was talking to someone who could easily become more than an acquaintance.

So, until I knew otherwise, I would admire him from afar.

Rooster began mingling with my father. However, due to my father's inability to communicate effectively, he mostly asked him yes or no questions. Nonetheless, he and my father appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the conversation.

Therefore, this was the ideal opportunity to catch a glimpse of his stunning appearance.

I was deep in thought and admiring him when I noticed his body shifting. He was turning around.

Shit!

He was staring at me, observing how I was taking in every inch of him. Through the dark lenses of his sunglasses, I made eye contact with him.

I didn't get a chance to notice the expression he was making because my cheeks turned bright red and I averted my gaze from him faster than the speed of sound.

Shit.

I hope he didn't take my stare too seriously.

Is it getting hot in here?

Maybe it’s all the people crammed into a tight space.

I should separate myself from the group once more to regain my composure.

I pushed through the crowds of people huddled in conversation, muttering apologies as needed.

Oh God, it was growing hotter by the second.

As I raced up the stairwell, searching the halls for my room, I tried not to appear rushed. I needed a relaxing environment. Before rejoining the party, I needed to take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart.

Above all, I had to get away from Bradley.

I flung open my bedroom door, softly closing it behind me so as not to disturb the party. I dashed to my bed, sat on the edge, and stared off into space.

Shit. If Brad questions me about the staring, what am I going to say?

I dismissed any worries with a shake of my head.

He’s a cool guy. Most likely, he'll dismiss it or laugh at me for openly admiring him.

To take my mind off of Bradley, I took a deep breath and grabbed a picture frame from my nightstand. The photo was taken about ten years ago and shows me and my father standing in front of a plane. I believe the plane was an old F-14, built in his days of flying.

It was a lovely photo and one of my favorites, so I kept it on my nightstand for safe keeping. I smiled to myself as I remembered my father's exhilarating stories about his days in the air.

My door squeaked open, jolting me out of my stupor. My ears perked up as I searched for the source of the noise.

Bradley?

Oh, shit.

“Hey Y/N.”

He smiled as he closed the door behind him.

"Hello," I said as I re-positioned the photograph on my nightstand.

“What are you doing up here?”

I asked, forcing myself to look him in the eyes.

His aviator sunglasses had been removed from his face, and I could now see his eyes perfectly.

Rooster rested his back against my wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“I was just wondering if there was anything you’d like to say to me.”

Oh.

My.

God.

“What?”

I asked, my head cocked to the side, pretending to be perplexed.

“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.”

I tried to laugh, hoping to relieve some of the tension that had accumulated around us.

“Let me jog your memory a little.”

He began, take one long stride forward.

“Care to explain to me why you were eye fucking me the entire night?”

Oh God.

I’m fucked.

“Well I just…”

I knew it was pointless to act stupid. He'd already discovered what I'd worked so hard to keep hidden.

“I just haven’t seen you in forever and you look so different. I guess I couldn’t help but check you out.”

I laughed, hoping Rooster would follow suit and chuckle with me.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t move a muscle.

His stare was becoming increasingly menacing. To avoid his intense presence, I just wanted to crawl under my covers and disappear completly from sight.

My mouth dried up. I swallowed, my throat constricting quickly due to the increasing tension. I felt as if I were gradually sinking beneath the surface of the ocean, with a large amount of water pressure gradually building as I sank lower and lower under his probing eyes.

Then, Rooster cracked a smile.

It wasn't a happy, playful grin, though.

It was sinister, as if he had something hidden up his sleeves.

Rooster took another stride forward, his long legs bringing him only about two feet from me.

God, I was on fire. My heart was racing around my ribcage, and my lower abdomen was filled with dozens of large butterflies that bounced around my stomach like they'd consumed a bunch of caffeine.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words spilled from my lips despite my best efforts. I sat with my jaw open like a complete moron, intertwining my fingers to hide how badly my hands were shaking.

What was going on inside his brain?!

Why was he staring at me as if he expected me to say something?!

What the hell was going on?!

“Take off your clothes.”

He demanded, his face settling into a neutral expression as he analyzed me.

“What?”

I chuckled nervously, still trying to convince myself that this whole situation was a complete joke.

“I’m not going to repeat myself.”

I waited.

I waited for him to laugh, throw his head back in amusement, and tell me he should've seen my face.

But that moment never came. He stood confidently in front of me, his arms crossed across his well-defined chest, patiently waiting for me to follow his orders as his intense eyes stared down at me like a hawk watching it’s prey.

I swallowed, staring at him through my lashes as I grasped the hem of my shirt, bringing it over my head and gently letting it fall to the floor.

Rooster kept his gaze fixed on me until I removed my bra. Then he allowed his eyes to wander along the curves of my upper body, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the spectacle in front of him.

I stood, undoing my jeans and trying not to think about his eyes scrutinizing every curve and detail of my exposed body. I pushed my jean shorts and panties down until they sagged and pooled around my ankles.

I sat down on the edge of my bed, kicking my jean shorts to the side, my physique now completely exposed to his gaze.

I clenched my thighs together, a sharp ache forming between my legs. The desire to grind my hips against the rough fabric of my old croqueted quilt was strong.

But I knew I had to save my desire for Rooster.

I shifted my gaze from my lap, to Rooster, who quietly took a few more steps forward until I was eye level with his thick leather belt. All of my anxieties and fears went straight to my cunt, adding to intense ache that was gradually building with every lustful glance from Rooster.

As I stared up at him in awe, he placed a calloused palm against my cheek, tenderly cupping my face. My hands fidgeted in my lap as I resisted the urge to spread my legs open and thrust my fingers inside my soaking wet heat.

Rooster trailed his thick thumb along my bottom lip, keeping a neutral expression to avoid giving me any clues as to what was going on inside his lovely mind. He cocked his head to the side, his gaze scrutinizing every feature of my face.

Rooster slipped his thumb between my lips and into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the base of his thumb, hollowing my cheeks and sucking harshly, the tip of my tongue tracing every wrinkle.

Rooster hummed contentedly, pulling his thumb almost completely out of my mouth before thrusting it back towards my throat, simulating what he would do to my throbbing cunt.

I coated his entire thumb with warm saliva as I dragged my tongue along every nook and cranny.

“I bet you want my cock in your pretty little mouth right about now, don’t you sweet girl?”

I tried to speak, oblivious to the fact that my mouth was full of his thick thumb.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s impolite.”

His voice slipped off his lips like a true womanizer, his tone dripping with heavy desire.

“If you wanna suck my cock you gotta take my pants off.”

I maintained eye contact with him as I continued to suck his thumb, my hands scrambling against the rough fabric of his jeans until I found the metal buckle on his thick leather belt. I undid it with stable hands, as all my nerves were trapped inside my cunt.

I pulled his jeans and tight boxers down just enough for his semi hard cock to spring free from its confines.

I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and gave it a few pumps, feeling it harden in my grasp. Rooster hissed through his teeth as I continued to pleasure him with my soft palm.

Bradley pulled his thumb from my mouth, releasing his grip on my face and moving his hand to my hair, harshly grasping the roots.

He thrusted my face forward, my gaze torn away from his deep brown eyes. My eyes met his cock, a jolt of pleasure rushing to my cunt as I realized how girthy he was.

Fuck.

This was gonna be a long night.

I grasped his cock with one hand, bringing his swollen pink tip to my mouth, slipping him in between my plush lips.

I could taste his salty precum lingering on my tongue as I took as much of him as I could into my mouth.

Rooster gasped in pleasure, using his grip on my hair to thrust my face forward and backwards along his dick.

I placed my hands on his thighs, feeling his thick muscles ripple under my touch everytime he jerked his hips forward to meet the quick movements of my mouth.

“Fuck.”

He murmured, his tone husky.

“That’s my good girl. You have such a pretty mouth.”

I shifted my hips against the rough fabric of my quilt, attempting to alleviate the aching pain building inside of me.

The quilt brushed against my clit, eliciting a deep moan from the back of my throat, sending vibrations directly to Rooster’s cock.

I allowed my jaw to fall slack as the movements of Rooster’s hand became increasingly more desperate. His hips violently jerked forward every time he pulled my face towards his pubic bone, his swollen tip smacking against the back of my throat with every desperate thrust.

“Ohhhh.”

He sighed.

“You’re such a good girl for me.”

His brows were knitted in desire as I nearly choked around his throbbing length. Veins began to bulge along his cock, and in a desperate attempt to pleasure him I ran my tongue along the thick veins.

The grip Rooster had on my hair was so tight that I could feel the strands being ripped straight from my scalp.

“I bet your little pussy is aching for my cock.”

I hummed in agreement, sending a second wave of vibrations along his length.

Rooster gasped, his jaw dropping as his cock began to throb uncontrollably inside my warm mouth.

“Fuck baby, you’re making me crazy.”

His tone begged his own body to let go of the pressure in his lower abdomen. But he wouldn’t allow himself to release his hot cum into my mouth, not just yet.

Rooster wanted to be in charge, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to maintain composure as he reached the brink of an orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth pretty girl.”

He said, the salty taste of precum became very prevalent on my tongue as his length throbbed inside my mouth, his thighs trembling under my hands.

Rooster threw his head back as he released his cum into my mouth, his grip loosening as he finally reached his much awaited orgasm.

“Your fucking mouth is perfect.”

He released my roots, a few detached strands of my hair wrapped around his thick fingers.

I swallowed the majority of his cum, a single strand falling down the corner of my mouth.

Rooster cupped my face with his hand, swiping his thumb along my mouth and cleaning my face in the process.

“You’re making a mess sweetheart.”

He mumbled, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure, hiding the true extent of his lust.

“Sorry.”

I whispered once all of his cum had vanished from my mouth.

Rooster smirked slyly, tilting his head downwards to meet my gaze.

“Tell me how badly you want my cock inside of you. I wanna hear you beg for it.”

I was never a big fan of begging.

But I've never been more desperate for someone in my entire life. My entire lower abdomen was throbbing with the desire to be filled by Rooster's thick cock.

I swallowed, fidgeting with my fingers as my pussy clenched desperately around nothing.

“Please Bradley. I need you.”

My voice was soft, but I prayed it was sufficient for him. Rooster raised his eyebrows.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

He used the grip on my chin to tilt my neck backwards, allowing me to look straight into his deep brown eyes.

I gulped.

“Please Bradley. I need you to fuck me. I need your cock throbbing inside me.”

I was begging pitifully, but at this point I’d do anything to have him bulging inside of my soaking wet pussy.

My nails dug into his muscular thighs, leaving crescent moon shapes in their wake.

“Keep going pretty girl. I wanna hear just how desperate you are.”

My bottom lip trembled in eagerness as the anticipation began to become overwhelming.

“Rooster.”

I began, the use of his call sign igniting a fire in his eyes.

“Rooster I’m aching for you, please. Please fuck me I need to feel you. I need to feel your-“

“Shhhhhh.”

He hushed me, placing his thumb over my mouth to silence my voice.

“I think that’s enough. Why don’t you touch yourself for me while I get naked.”

I knitted my brows, confused.

Rooster smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“Oh come on pretty girl you just told me you were aching. Why don’t you take care of yourself for a little while until I’m ready for you.”

His resonance had shifted to the back of his throat, giving his tone a deep and husky quality.

“Okay.”

I mumbled.

“Good girl. Make yourself feel good for me.”

Rooster took a step back, his pants halfway down his thighs as he fixed his gaze on my naked body. I threw my legs on top of my bed and shifted my weight until my back was pressed against the headboard so Rooster had the perfect view of my face.

I spread my legs, bending my legs as a soft breeze blew through the air and brushed against my soaking heat.

I didn’t want to achieve my release just yet. Instead of bringing my fingers directly to my clit, I gently massage my breasts with both hands, squeezing my eyes shut as my nipples hardened under my fingertips.

I gasped, focusing all my attention on the pleasure and not Rooster’s crushing gaze.

When my breasts were satisfied with the amount of attention I had given them, I moved my soft fingertips down my body, across my stomach until I found my swollen clit.

I ground my hips against my hand, my chest heaving desperately as I trapped my bottom lip under my top teeth.

“Oh my god.”

I panted, tracing soft figure eights around my sensitive bud.

The ache in my pussy began to diminish, my body satisfied that I had finally listened to its pleas.

All thoughts of Rooster had been pushed from my mind, the pleasure clouding my brain.

I was embarrassingly close to my release, the intense foreplay making me hungry for an orgasm.

My back arched off the bed as I pushed two fingers past my folds.

I furrowed my brows, throwing my head back against the headboard as I thrusted my fingers against my spongy walls, coating my fingers with my juices.

I was so close. So painfully close. One more thrust of my fingers and I would be cumming all around my digits.

A strong grip wrapped around both of my ankles, halting my movements and pulling me forward until my head lay comfortably on my pillows.

My eyes shot open, noticing Rooster at the foot of my bed, his hard cock leaking precum.

“Alright pretty girl, that’s enough of that.”

He crawled over me, his chest flush against mine as his hot breath fanned across my face.

Rooster grabbed the hand buried deep within my pussy, removing it from my heat and bringing my fingers to his gorgeous mouth.

I gulped as he pushed two of my wrinkled fingers past his plush lips, hollowing his cheeks to suck the juices off my hand.

“Fuck. You taste amazing.”

He released my wrist, allowing it to fall in whatever position I deemed comfortable.

“I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Rooster buried his face in the crook of my neck, his perfect teeth nibbling on my earlobe as he grabbed his cock with one hand, lining it up with my soaking wet entrance.

I enveloped his shoulders with my arms, pulling him impossibly closer so I could feel every inch of him as he fucked me into the bed.

Rooster rolled his hips forward, slipping his cock in between my folds.

I dug my nails into his prominent shoulder blades as he bottomed out inside of me, his cock stretching my walls to the brim.

“Is it big enough for you pretty girl?”

Rooster's mustache tickled my neck as his ragged breaths bounced around my head, sending me into a state of nirvana.

“Yes. Your cock is perfect.”

I wheezed, suddenly unable to fully fill my lungs due to the fullness of my cunt.

“Please start moving Rooster.”

Rooster placed a gentle kiss on the side of my neck, sucking a bright purple hickey into my throat as he snapped his hips forward.

I dropped my jaw in pleasure as Rooster bottomed out inside of me with every single thrust, a loud smack erupting with every single jerk of his hips.

I could feel his toned abdomen flexing every time he buried his thick cock deep within my soaked walls.

“You’re such a good girl for me.”

Rooster mumbled, placing his tongue on the bright purple hickey he created with his glorious mouth.

“You’re taking my cock so well.”

His words rushed to my cunt, pulling the imaginary coil even tighter.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving Rooster a new angle for his swollen tip to slam against my g spot with every intense thrust.

I threw my head back in pleasure, exposing my neck for Rooster to kiss to his liking.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I wish I fucked your pretty little pussy sooner.”

I gasped, feeling myself reach the brink of my orgasm.

“Rooster. I’m gonna cum.”

The building veins along Rooster's cock began to throb inside my walls, stretching my pussy even further.

“Cum all over my cock pretty girl.”

Wait.

“Rooster, do you think they can-“

Bradley wrapped his large hand around my neck, squeezing my throat and limiting my airflow enough to make me dizzy with euphoria.

He anticipated my question and didn't want to ruin the moment.

Who cares if anyone could hear us?

Rooster certainly didn’t.

“Be a good girl for me and cum around my cock.”

His face was hovering over me, his gaze boring into my eyes as he watched me intently, attempting to capture this moment for later fantasies.

His thick fingers around my neck, restricting my airflow at his authority.

His cock violently pumping in and out of my soaking wet cunt.

My face contorting into whatever pleasurable expression came naturally.

A thin layer of sweat coats both of us, wet bodies moving together in unison.

One particularly ferocious snap of his hips sent me straight into a state of elation, my eyes rolling back into my head so far that I swear I saw my brain.

I tangled one of my hands in his sandy locks, pulling the roots as I attempted to bring my mind back from its post orgasmic daze.

But Rooster wouldn’t let me.

“Bradley-“

Rooster leaned back on his knees, grabbing my hips and forcefully spinning me around until my face was pressed into the quilt, my ass in the air.

“I know you got one more for me, pretty girl.”

My overstimulated walls cried out for pity, but I ignored every sign in my body that told me to stop.

I wanted to cum again for him.

Rooster used one of hands to grip the soft flesh of my hips, his dull nails digging into my skin as his opposite hand snaked down to wrap around my neck.

I gasped as he wrapped his large hand around my throat, once again launching my body into a senseless state of nirvana.

“Rooster.”

I wheezed, gripping the quilt so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

Rooster pulled my hips back to meet his fierce thrusts, the sounds of sex reverberating throughout the room as he fucked me into the sheets.

His swollen tip slammed against my g spot with every single thrust, the intense stretch of my walls making me shake with overstimulation.

“God you’re such a good girl for me Y/N.”

The praise brought me even closer to my second, much more intense orgasm, the rough quilt rubbing against my face with every merciless snap of Rooster’s hips.

Tears of pleasure began to collect at the corners of my eyes.

I was close, so close.

The tension that was previously building in only my lower abdomen had now spread to my entire body. I was tight, tense waiting for the release that I prayed Rooster would allow me to receive.

“Rooster… I’m gonna cum again.”

Rooster growled lowly, his cock vibrating as the sound reverberated throughout his entire figure.

I cried out with want everytime Rooster buried himself inside of me, hoping nobody paid enough attention to the mess of moans coming from my bedroom.

“Rooster…”

I begged.

Rooster pulled me upwards. He pressed my back flush against his toned chest, his hand moving from the back of the neck to my front, finding my clit and massaging it with his calloused fingertips. His other hand desperately grabbed at the flesh on my thigh.

I threw my head back against his shoulder, arching my back away from his body as my orgasm ripped through me with the gentlest touch from his skilled fingers.

“Fuck!”

I shouted, my pussy clenching around his cock.

Rooster grumbled directly into my ear, and with one twitch, he spilled his hot cum inside of me, painting my walls.

Bradley inhaled sharply.

“Oh my fuck… you’re such a good girl for me.”

Rooster thrusted a few more times into me, ensuring we both got the most out of our orgasm.

I collapsed against him, finally reaching my breaking point.

Rooster chuckled.

“Are you tired?”

He asked, fake pity in his tone, using both of his strong arms to hold me upright.

“Yes. That was… a lot.”

Rooster brushed a strand of hair away from my face as he gently laid me on my back.

“You can rest. I’ll go down and tell everyone you’re too tired to rejoin the fun.”

I smiled.

“That'd be great.”

Rooster grabbed a rag from my bathroom, cleaning me up as our combined juices almost completely coated my inner thighs.

I laid there watching, analyzing every muscle and movement of his body as he dressed himself.

“Do I look good?”

He inquired, displaying his unremarkable outfit of a white shirt, jeans, and vintage Converse.

I chuckled.

“You look perfect. Definitely like you didn’t just have the best sex of your life.”

Rooster smirked.

“Good.”

He rooster was second from leaving, half of his body out of the threshold when I called him back.

“Wait! Bradley!”

Rooster spun around, poking his head through the door frame.

“Yeah?”

“Wait do you like being called in bed. Bradshaw, Bradley, or Rooster?”

Rooster ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he pondered my question.

“Sir.”

He said with a huge, cheeky smile on his absolutely stunning face.

I rolled my eyes and waved him away.

“Get out of here I’ve had enough of you.”

Bradley laughed and showed me his perfect set of teeth.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t miss me too much.”

He winked slyly before disappearing through the threshold, gently shutting the door behind him until the lock clicked into place.

Ten minutes, starting now.

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(Hope y’all enjoyed. Lmk what you think about this one! :)

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Missing You

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: Okay, here goes my first attempt at a little smidge of smut. If it doesn’t go over well, we can just pretend it never happened.

Warnings: NSFW (18+) - semi-public sex, oral sex (f receiving), and unprotected vaginal sex between a married couple.

- Rooster misses you terribly whenever he has to travel for missions or Navy-related duties.

- Even if it’s just a 48-hour trip, his heart aches when he has to say goodbye and he desperately misses the feeling of you in his arms when he goes to bed at night and wakes up in the morning.

- Whenever he’s able to, Rooster always makes sure to FaceTime you or call you while he’s away. He prefers FaceTime so that he can actually see you, but he’ll take whatever he can get. Sometimes the two of you will stay up all night talking.

- Rooster keeps a photograph of you on him at all times, especially when he’s traveling, so that he can look at your beautiful face whenever missing you becomes too much for him.

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“Just a Little” - BB

Pairing : Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female, plus size, civilian Reader

Warnings : Semi-public sex, unprotected P in V sex, swearing

Request : From the wonderful, absolutely darling @skvatnavle - read the original request here. 

A/N : This is my first attempt at a plus size reader, it’s not a huge element of the story and I believe that anyone of any body type could see themselves in his story but this was written with a plus size girl in mind. I promise I’ll do better next time.

Oh shit, he was talking again, saying something very interesting about flight suits? Or was he talking about navigation, or something else now? Shit, focus. 

When you’d dressed that morning you’d hoped that you were going to be the one causing a distraction. You’d worn his favourite sundress despite it not being maybe the most appropriate choice and you had felt a thrill of pleasure dance up your spine when he’d caught sight of your lush body in that dress and he’d had to do a double take. 

You fixed your eyes onto Bradley and redoubled your efforts to listen as well as stare, but, oh god, he was wearing his Navy Whites and he was speaking with such confidence that your mouth had gone dry and your palms were sweaty.

“You listening?” He asked when he noticed you’d not followed him as he moved away from the screen he’d probably been telling you about and on to something else. 

“Yeah of course,” you fibbed easily and followed behind him. 

“Okay so this is the guidance system…” he started, showing you another piece of equipment that probably cost more than you’d ever make in several lifetimes. 

You focused, listening hard to what he was saying, not understanding a lot of it but loving seeing him animated and sharing such an important part of his life with you. This was the first time you, as a civilian, had been allowed onto his base and you were trying to make the most of the day. 

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Genuinely Happy

Author’s Note: I was feeling sad so I wrote this to cheer me up! I hope it makes you smile if you read it :)

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Summary: You and Rooster have a conversation about soulmates <3

Warnings: none, pure fluff!!

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“They’re so cute” You stated while watching Maverick flirt with Penny.

“More like disgusting” Rooster joked.

You two were sat at the bar, having drinks and waiting for the rest of the group to get there. You can’t help but watch Penny and Pete flirt. Even after all this time, they still look like teenagers in love.

What you didn’t realize was that as you were admiring them, Bradley was admiring you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The way you looked genuinely happy for the older couple made him smile. 

“You’re cute” Bradley said like it was something he had always said to you.

Your head snapped to look at him. You immediately started blushing.

“Wh-what? No I’m not, what are you even talking about.” You laughed, shocked he would say that to you.

“You get so happy watching them, it’s sweet.” He smiled at you

“I can’t describe it, it’s like nothing makes me happier than seeing other people happy. Seeing anyone feel joy is so special. But watching someone I love experience that feeling, nothing compares.” You spoke with a smile on your face. You couldn’t help but glance back at Penny. She looked so care free when Maverick was with her. 

No one knows, but that’s how you felt with Rooster. Being with him is like finally getting water after being stranded in a desert. It’s like for the first time in your life, you just feel comfortable with someone. You both didn’t have to say a word to each other to understand what the other was thinking. You just got each other. This is the main reason you would never tell him how you really felt about him. You didn’t wanna ruin anything. Well that and the fact that Rooster was confident, outgoing, and downright hot and he would never feel the same for you.

“Do you think they’re soulmates?” Rooster asked you. He was now watching them as well.

“Yes. If soulmates are real, they are definitely soulmates. They were made for each other.” You say dreamily. 

“I think so too. I’ve only ever thought that about three couples in my life” Bradley stated and looked as if he was deep in thought.

“Something on your mind, Bradshaw?” You asked the tall man sitting next to you.

“My parents were definitely soulmates. Soulmates that had their time taken away too soon. Penny and Mav must be soulmates. They keep finding their way back to each other.” his brows were furrowed and he spoke intensely.

You had no idea where this sudden seriousness came from. 

“That’s only two, Bradley, I think you forgot how to count!” You laughed, trying to ease the tense mood.

“We’re the third couple.” He never broke eye contact as he said these words.

You were speechless, you didn’t understand what he meant and you definitely didn’t know what to say to that. He started to speak again.

“It’s just, I haven’t had the easiest life. First my dad was taken away from me, then my mom, then the person I thought I could trust the most in this world pulled my papers and derailed my career. I’ve been alone for so much of my life. Then, I met you, the sweetest, funniest, prettiest girl I’ve ever met. You made me feel like I wasn’t alone. I felt like I could open up to you right away, and I hate opening up to people. I’ve been thinking about you and this a lot lately, and darlin’, you’re my soulmate.” Rooster finished speaking and looked at you, relieved he finally got that off his chest.

“You really feel that way about me?” You softly asked, afraid it was all a prank or a dream.

“I’m in love with you, y/n, I’m in love with all of you” He said

You couldn’t form the right words for a response so instead you pulled him in by his shirt and kissed him. He immediately responded and put his hands on your face, holding you even closer. You were both smiling into the kiss. You pulled away and the right words came to your head.

“I’m in love with you too Bradley” You laughed, feeling the pure bliss of this moment.

“Thank you for being my soulmate and for making me genuinely happy.” Rooster said.

“It is entirely my pleasure” You hummed.

You two sat there smiling and giggling with each other, feeling drunk off of this feeling.

“If we both agree that we’re soulmates, then you should probably let me take you home with me tonight darlin’“ Rooster smirked at you, knowing it would make you flustered.

“Bradley Bradshaw!” You smacked his arm, then you both laughed.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered” He said.

As you two continued whispering about how much you loved each other, and about how Bradshaw couldn’t keep it in his pants, you didn’t notice the older couple now watching you.

“They’re so cute” Penny stated.

“More like disgusting” Maverick joked.

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Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader.

You hate Hangman. Really, you do… Or so you like to think, until it begins to seem like that distaste might not be as strong as you’d prefer to believe.

Explicit Sexual Content. Pilot!Reader (CALLSIGN: Duchess). Enemies to Lovers.

Word Count: 6.1k

WARNINGS: Explicit 18+ ONLY. Some Fuckin’ Extreme Dirty Talk. Taunting - Because Hangman’s a Douchebag. Nipple Play/Sucking. Brief Oral. Light Fingering. Vaginal Sex.

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