#Rooster Bradshaw Fanfiction

[notroosterbradshaw]

warm blood

about: a few drinks at everyone’s favourite bar. you’re home, it’s been a few very cold months at sea. he warms you to your bones each time you see him. but it’s sadly just not meant to be. 

word count: 5.6k

warnings: angst, language, vivid thots of smut if you have an over-active imagination.

The sound that escaped Rooster’s lips as you dragged your nails through his unruly sun-kissed curls had you cackling. A feral growl that started at his boots, so low that when released, he almost didn’t recognise himself. “Rooster Bradshaw, you need a girlfriend,” you decided.

His side-eye to you was legendary and he sighed dramatically. “I don’t need a girlfriend; I just need to get laid,” he clarified, realising just how pitiful he sounded and then adding softly when you ceased your ministrations, “Please don’t stop. That feels so fuckin’ good. It’s like the most physical contact I’ve had in...” he mumbled, his honey-coloured eyes fluttering closed and took a deep, satisfied pull of his beer. God, how long had it been? He didn’t want to admit to himself, let alone you, how long it’d been since someone had touched him like that.

You sighed and let go of him to scamper onto the bar. A quiet Tuesday night, if it were the weekend, the place would be pulsating, but you had plenty of space to lay some affection on Rooster without the bullshit that could generally come with it and it definitely seemed like he needed it…

You spread your legs modestly (as your jeans would allow) and held out your hands open in welcome. Without a question of hesitance, he stepped to you as you turned him away from you and continued to press your fingertips into his scalp with the added leverage of this new height. His strong shoulders dropped, completely melting with your touch.

“Jesus Christ, that’s good,” he murmured quietly, crossing his arms across his chest, his head lolling forward. “And you decided to be a naval aviator?” he teased. “Your hands could have been better used in much better ways.”

“Ha,” you muttered behind him. “Don’t get smart. I have generous fingers. You need me more than I need you right now.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he replied.

Whispered close to him, you said, “This must be the longest dry spell you’ve ever had,” you reckoned.

He nudged his ear closer to your breath and shrugged lightly. “Fuckin’ feels like it,” he said dismally.

“How long?” you dared ask.

“It’s goin’ with me to the grave, don’t ask stupid questions,” he muttered dryly in reply as you tried to hide your grin and reached for a sip of your own beer. He turned back to you, stepping out of your grasp and putting a respectful distance between your bodies, the moment passed. You crossed your legs at the ankles properly as he made a face; he’d let pretences lie and would never admit he hadn’t been satisfied sexually since... “Maybe you’re right, I just need a girlfriend.”

Sure, he’d had a lot of sex and lots recently, a healthy amount. Probably more than most. But these days, nothing was fulfilling him. He was desperate to find a connection with someone that just wasn’t happening. Women on platters, and he didn’t know how to strike out even on his worst night. Everyone would cum and have the time of their lives. But it was never enough for Rooster to want to see them again.

“Rooster, you have no trouble finding someone to fuck… why are you so off your game?”

“Dunno,” was his simple answer.

“Well, why don’t you go drag all the ladies in with a song or something?” you suggested, hoping to perk him up, ever his cheerleader, although it was fairly dead. He shook his head and honestly, he didn’t need to sit at the piano to have all eyes on him. At any point of the night, you’d look up and find some poor soul caught staring and trapped in the web of Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw and the authority he easily demanded.

“Naw,” he didn’t feel like the spectacle tonight.

“Want me to wing woman for you?” you offered in finality. “Babe on the other side of the bar. Pretty smile, curvy...” You chewed your own lip. “Very cute.”

“You’d do that?” he asked, following your gaze and kudos to you, you knew his type, all right.

“Of course. I can’t deal with you when you’re being a whiny little bitch. If it means you get your cock wet, I’m here for you, pal,” you roughly smacked his rosy cheek, and he laughed, clutching the sting as you asked him how you looked, propping yourself off the sticky bar and he steadied you.

He gave you a once over, a fond glance in his dark eyes. “Beautiful, but are you trying to get laid, or am I?” he pondered.

“I swore off your kind as a New Year’s resolution. I want the year to myself,” you grandstanded, and he chuckled.

“You’ll be begging for sex soon enough,” he straightened and took another long slug of his beer. “I know you. I know what you need,” his voice dropped a little lower, easing his lean frame against the bar.

Your eyes met his and honestly… he probably knew exactly what you needed, what you craved and deserved and as a few beats passed, his eyes daringly never left yours. His face remained passive, daring you to play his little game.

“You know what I let you know,” you weren’t sure how to play his words off so you finished your beer. But really? You hated how right he was. He’d been the only one to get a read on you when you first landed yourself in his seminar a year or so back. “I’ve got toys, I’ve got fingers,” you reminded him, reaching for him with jazz hands as he licked back his grin, growing wider by the second.

“You fuckin’ deviant,” he breathed. It was untrue, but he loved to goad you… and you loved when he teased you too. Just a little too much.

“Hey. If I want to find someone to share my time with, I won’t hesitate to break my resolution. They’re made to be broken, aren’t they?” you shrugged flippantly, blood searing under your skin.

He nodded, not disagreeing. “Yeah, well… I’m sick of my hands,” he admitted dismally as you took the hand that rested on his quad and cupped it on your own. He laughed quietly and gripped your palm back. “I just miss the warmth, you know?”

Pressing the back of his warm, strong hand to your cheek, he laughed again as you gave him the biggest doe eyes with the dreamiest, forced smile, and he sighed. Each touch, each glance, each comment was just another link to how fucking good your friendship was and although the Navy had an odd way to keep you separated, your friendship trumped responsibility.

“Don’t start. Knock it off immediately,” he told you sternly. He could fall for those eyes in a heartbeat so it was best you put them away. You prayed desperately for him one day to give in to the heat and make that move past that imaginary line you had drawn.

Moving back to your seat like a scorned child, you didn’t give up. It could be one of your worst qualities at the best of times. Never knowing when to just shut up. “No, tell me exactly what you miss. Tell me what you need.” You settled in. You would love to know what turned Rooster Bradshaw on. He wasn’t like the other guys – he kept his conquests quiet. Lowkey. Sure, you knew when he was in the game, he made no secret of his intentions. But gee, he always seemed more complicated than an easy fuck kinda guy. “I want to know.”

“You don’t need to hear about any of that stuff,” he rolled his eyes and retrieved his hand, stuffing it back in his jeans pocket where it was safe and sound. “Trust me, you’ll be just like me soon enough,” he warned.

“Look, if you get to a point you’re absolutely desperate, blue from top to toe, I’ll drop my standards for a night and give you a night you won’t forget, okay, big guy?” you tried to bite back the laugh that bubbled under the surface and you weren’t remotely surprised he gave you the bird in response. “You’re just lazy. Go drop a line on any woman in here, and I guarantee, she will be putty in your hands.” You’d know.

It seemed like such a nut-up or shut-up order, Rooster knew he had no choice but to follow through. Standing to his height and adjusting to his posture, he mumbled, “Fine,” he stole your fresh beer as you protested and wandered around the bar, stopping before the gorgeous woman, who if truth be told, was exactly his usual type, you’d pointed out only moments earlier. Well, what was expected to be his type - that glint in her eye that told him he wouldn’t have to work too hard to get her number either. 

“Hey hey, look who’s back on dry land!” Natasha grinned, giving you a gentle side hug and ordering a drink. “When you’d sneak in, partner?”

“About half an hour ago. Your buddy cornered me first,” you explained as Natasha replaced the beer in your palm. “How’s he been?” you asked softly.

“Okay,” she shrugged. “Usual. Broody.”

“He was telling me he was lonely,” the word didn’t roll off your tongue easily even if it was something so synonymous with Rooster’s character.

“Shit, really?” Natasha raised her bottle as you nodded. “Anything to be wary of?”

“Don’t think so. You know how he is,” you told her, and she knew. Only Bradley Bradshaw could be so lucky as to always have you and Natasha Trace in his corner. “Oh, look,” you said as he nodded to you gratefully across the bar, and you winked back. “There he is - back in the saddle with absolutely little to no effort on his behalf. Well done, Rooster,” you said bored and just the teeniest bit sarcastic. “Bra-vo.”

“Please, if you had the chance, you wouldn’t share him,” Natasha righted you, smirking behind the pull of her beer.

“What can I do?” you admitted, thinking the idea had crossed your mind once, twice or every night since you’d met him about what it might be like to be the object of Rooster Bradshaw’s affections. C’mon, you weren’t immune to him. In fact, it was anything but -

“Please, he almost came in his jeans as you played with his hair before.”

“What?” you and Natasha yelped as Jake sidled up to you, grinning.

“You were playing with his hair?” Natasha asked, raising a curious eyebrow. “Oh, wow,” her tone told her everything she was thinking and none of it was approving.

“Hold that thought,” you hissed at her as she raised her palms for mercy, a small smile burgeoning on her lips. “And, fuck off, Bagman. Isn’t there some pathetic 21-year-old looking to be treated like shit for a few weeks while you string her on?” you muttered. Jake made a face.

“I’m just sayin’… wouldn’t be the worst thing if you guys tested the waters. See if there’s any sexual chemistry. Might even make Rooster a tolerable human being but it is behaviour like that that’ll get you both kicked out of the Navy.” Jake added as you threw a few loose salted peanuts at him. “Hey, I’m allergic!” he feigned, dusting himself off as he wandered off with a snicker, pleased he’d managed to rile you up with, really, very little effort on his behalf.

“I’m only learning he’s allergic to peanuts now?” you muttered to yourself.

“He is so fuckin’ toxic,” Natasha sighed. Toxic, realistic, honest. There was a lot to be said about Jake Seresin and his perception of the world. But you also kind of loved his lack of filter and how he called it as he saw it. Bit like yourself, he just had his head shoved far further up his own ass than you did… mostly.

“It’s actually his most likeable attribute,” you reckoned with a tease, tossing more peanuts across the bar after him for good measure. He made a face but was completely unaffected.

“But he doesn’t make a terrible point…” she continued as you both looked towards the other side of the bar, watching Rooster and the ease he roped his conquest in. Lick of the lips, make sure those golden biceps were bulging, aviators sliding gently down his nose as he gazed down at her… wait, there you go. She easily took the bait and nervously pushed the glasses up as he huffed a small chuckle at her moxie. He pulled his phone from his pocket a few moments later and handed it to her, clearly asking for her number. You had to give her kudos – she resisted his charms for about 1.6 seconds.

“Don’t be like that,” you begged.

“Like what?”

“Trying to encourage this. I’m dumb enough for him as it is.”

Nat gave you a tight-lipped smile and apologised. She understood, dear lord, she understood how you felt and while she could tease you unmercifully about it, she knew this wasn’t a passing crush for you. She gave her attention back to Rooster and muttered, “It’s like a car accident but I can’t look away.”

“Good for him,” you muffled, wrapping your lips around the bottle and taking a deep slug as she nudged you.

“Remember why you swore off all sex and relationships this year,” she said softly. “The purge.”

“This purge is for good,” you reminded yourself, saying it a few times like a mantra. Pity you didn’t believe it in the slightest. “You’re remarkably light tonight.”

She shrugged modestly and went into the small, very necessary details about her afternoon delight. “Don’t you miss the intimacy though?”

“Natasha, I know I made my bed and have to sleep in it, but I miss everything. I just want to come home and fall into someone’s strong arms, ground me, remind me I’m safe again until the motion of the waves stops rocking me.”

Natasha looked at you fondly. “That is actually quite poetic.”

You sipped your beer, pushed out an exhale and added drily, “Then get absolutely pounded on every surface of the house until I’m weeping.”

She cackled. “That’s my girl.”

“I got off the boat today... had the biggest plans. Wine, new rose toy I was dreaming about for the last three months... motherfucker needed to be charged.”

“You got two hands,” Phoenix reminded you just as Rooster had.

“Every night at sea, Phoenix,” you reminded her. And she knew. Dear God, did Natasha Trace know. “Every night.”

“Penny, can we get a coupla rounds of tequila here, please? Our girl is going through it,” Natasha smiled at the pretty bar owner who winked in the affirmative. You away from Rooster although Natasha motioned in his direction. “So, how was he when he saw you?”

“That slow grin… ” you said low and only for her ears. “The way he moves to his feet is a fuckin’ sin. He looked so good, I think I probably stumbled,” you cursed yourself.

“Sea legs,” Natasha patted your wrist and tried to make you feel better.

“Sure,” you shrugged flippantly. “Three months away did absolutely nothing to shut this little crush down.”

“That’s what you’re going with? Little crush,” Natasha repeated with a snort as Penny put a series of shots before you and took one quickly with you and Natasha between patrons.

“Little crush?” Rooster’s hands were on your shoulders, his strong palms massaging your tense shoulders, thumbs pressing into the nape of your neck and every ounce of tension drained from your being as he poked his face into your intimate twosome, a curious grin on his face as you and she straightened up quickly, turning to face him and he released his grasp on you. “Who has a little crush?” he asked, remarkably perkier than he was ten minutes earlier.

“You’re still here?” you asked him. “Thought you’d be on your way to - ”

“Amelie’s,” he supplied.

“That’s quite sweet actually,” you noted as he nodded, amused, almost like you couldn’t imagine a more beautiful name being found in a place like The Hard Deck. “Amelie’s house…”

“We said we’d meet up a bit later,” he shrugged, catching Penny’s attention for another round. “Been a while since we were all together. We missed ya, kid,” he told you as he snuck a shot. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Well, here I am,” you forced a grin as he mirrored yours and it spread as wide on his handsome features.

“Yep. You sure are. Back where you belong,” he said as the air around you changed, and Natasha would be lying to say she’d never felt more like a third wheel in her life. She watched you watch the other, it was almost like you were daring the other to look away first. She could feel whatever it was between the two of you and knew that it was much deeper than either of you would admit. Well, she knew exactly how you felt. With Bob back in Lemoore with his family and Natasha needing another partner, you had been brought in and the PR party the Navy had with you as an all-female team? Sheesh.

She also knew how much you would risk everything to be with him. She’d never outwardly encouraged it, but she could see how hard you both fought to keep your desire for the other in check. He did better at trying to conceal it, but it was written all over your face. You looked at him like he hung the moon.

“Wanna get really drunk tonight?” you asked him, wrapping an arm around Natasha’s shoulder.

“Hey, don’t rope me into your hangovers,” Natasha tried as you covered her mouth with your free hand.

“Hush, love,” you tutted her. “You’re either with us or against us.”

She pursed her lips as you and Rooster grinned widely at her. “…you two will be the death of me.”

Cheering together that you’d drawn her with such little effort on your behalf, Rooster laughed. “Yeah, kinda think it’s a good night to get messy.”

“Natasha Trace, line ‘em up,” you instructed as she begrudgingly nodded, and Rooster rubbed his hands with glee.

“I am not good,” you told Rooster a few hours later. Rooster could readily agree that neither was he. Natasha and the rest of the team had bailed a while ago, leaving you together at the bar. “I really have to go.”

“Yeah, I know,” he replied. “Getting drunk wasn’t going to help you get over any exhaustion.”

“I haven’t slept in…” you squinted at your watch. “Wow, 36 hours. My bed is going to be so good tonight,” Bed, bed, bed. “Oh shit, Amelie!” you exclaimed, sipping your ice water. “Wasn’t she waiting for you?”

He shrugged. “Five minutes of pleasure there, three hours here with you and our friends. I know where I’d rather be.”

“Five minutes, dude,” you giggled quietly. You didn’t believe it for a second.

“I didn’t exactly see forever with her, Jesus,” he muttered, licking back a smirk of his own.

“I would never believe that anyway.”

“Thank you,” he finally let a giggle bubble out. “And you shouldn’t.”

“Did you at least text her? You were interested three hours ago…”

“I think she put her number into my phone wrong,” he lied so easily it was almost disappointing.

“Rooooster,” you dragged out.

He shrugged. “So what? Changed my mind,” he said simply.

“Hey, you two,” Penny sniped, pulling your attention from each other. “You either get a cloth and start cleaning up or you think about getting outta here, so you don’t have numbers in your system in the morning,” she warned. The bar had long since rang the last call and you were the last patrons standing – but also, on the plus side for Penny, probably the evening’s highest paying.

“Sorry, Penny. Lemme pay,” Rooster said, getting his credit card from his wallet and tossing it on the gummed-up bench. She grinned and slid the card back across the bar as Rooster protested.

“Hangman took a chunk of the bill off earlier. I’ll let you two get away with a few freebies if you lock the door on the way out?”

“Oops,” you said, picking yourself up and stretching. “We will,” you said as you collected your belongings. “Sorry again.”

She gave a gentle nod as you headed for the door. “Someone will be,” she whispered to herself solemnly.

“I’d better walk you home, I guess,” Rooster said, waving goodnight and following you a careful distance away.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said as he opened the door for you and let you out into the cooler night air. The liquor in your system swept a series of goose pimples break out as the breeze off the ocean breeze hit your skin. You shivered instinctively.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yes, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, I’m perfectly fine,” you answered, rolling your eyes and inhaling the sea air. “You think I’d get sick of it, right?” you asked with a grin.

He didn’t even need you to explain yourself. “Never,” because he understood the feeling implicitly.

“Never,” you repeated as he nodded towards the beach, following the path to your place.

You walked in a comfortable silence for a while and before you realised it, your villa was before you. “Here we are. I actually can’t wait to get to sleep in my own bed.”

He grinned. “One that doesn’t rock.”

“Not tonight it won’t,” you said glumly, taking his comment as a double entendre as he giggled quietly even though he was probably being purely innocent in his commentary, following you to the door. You struggled with the key for a few moments before he carefully nudged you aside and remedied the situation at hand.

The door opened and he sighed. Relieved, disappointed, he didn’t know. “I’ll see you tomorrow, huh?”

“I am off until next week,” you told him. God knows you needed it.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he reiterated with a gentle smile, but if he meant the bar, you couldn’t fathom backing up from the eventual hangover tomorrow was sure to bring. It filled you with dread.

“Yessir,” you mumbled as you stared at the other for a moment. So much to say that would always remain silent. For any other two people in the universe, right now you would be taking those last steps closer, lips tenderly brushing the others and seeing if the kiss was right. He would lay his strong, calloused palms on your hips, squeezing you closer to rest your body against his and you would willingly encourage the kiss -

Yet here you were, taking that next step in the other direction to go to bed alone, without even the slightest touch to say goodnight; no whisper of a whiskey-laced caress to dare cross your lips. And all you really wanted was to take his hand and guide him to your room that he’d never seen the inside of, strip him down, and explore the body he worked so hard on perfecting. Let him discover your body with his hands, with his lips, his tongue. Find out what made you call his name out in the dark.  

See what made the other make sounds that you only dreamed about, that you only thought he made in the throes of fucking, limited only to when the groans of pleasure he’d make when he found out how wet you really were for him and how well, til then, you’d hidden it from him.

How wild you willed him to be, reckless when he stopped holding himself back, the guttural, primal movements of his strong body as he slammed into you, touching every piece of naked skin within his grasp. How his tongue would devour yours and his kisses not missing a beat, working in perfect tandem with the rhythm of his hips –

“Where you at, sunshine?” he asked with a peaked dark brow, waving a palm in front of your face. Jesus Christ, how long had you been fantasising while he was standing right before you?! “Looks like it’s time for bed, kiddo.”

You huffed an embarrassed laugh. “Definitely,” you agreed, blame it on months at sea, blame it on the alcohol. Get you inside alone immediately if not sooner. Put this sexual frustration to bed once and for all. “Goodnight, Rooster. Thanks for walking me back.”

“Lieutenant,” he gave a gentle wave as you forced a smile and closed the door before you did something incredibly stupid… like drag your superior officer in and do things that would certainly dishonourably discharge you (or both of you), suspend your pay or worst, confinement for two years. You didn’t know which one scared you the most.

But you were pretty sure the feelings you had for Rooster were the worst of a bad bunch.

And you were whipping the door open again as you saw him heading back towards the street. “Rooster,” you said as he paused. “Bradley...” you repeated, a name you rarely called him, but Lieutenant Commander was certainly not how you wanted to get his attention at 2am in the middle of the street.

He looked at you and back to your house, confused. “You okay? What’s going on?” The concern in his voice was evident.

“No, no. I’m honestly fine,” you reassured him. “I just need you to know how stupid I am,” spit it out, your brain (and heart) screamed. He laughed quietly.

“What are you talking about?”

You stayed silent and you could tell he was growing uncomfortable. He was adorable and so terribly clueless. “Rooster, I was being honest before.”

He frowned and shrugged, nothing standing out to him that he was to recall. “I mean, I’d hope so. But what, exactly?”

You inhaled sharply. “Earlier tonight, I wasn’t kidding... I will be there for you anytime you need me. In any way...” you took in his face as it began to dawn on him what you were insinuating. “You need me. A friend, wingman, a confident... whatever.”

He swallowed roughly. “Oh.”

You let go of him. “It’s all so easy when we’re away from each other, but then I see you and all I can think about is how good we are together and how good we could be...”

“Jesus...” he muttered quietly, rubbing his tired face but his gaze remained hard on you, unbelieving. “How drunk are you?” he wanted to blame the alcohol now too.

“Sober enough to know this had to come out eventually. I can’t just be one of the boys anymore, not with the way you make me feel. I think about you all the time,” you took a breath and repeated, “All the time.”

He took your wrists and dragged you back to your front stoop. He trapped you against the door and caged you under his strong arms, hoping you’d go in and pretend what you were announcing wasn’t tangible. He drew in a shaky breath, but he didn’t dare touch you. You could feel the heat radiating off his golden skin and the way his tongue ran over his full lips. “Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because I can’t keep it in anymore. Because you need to know that if you want me, I’ll be waiting.”

“How long has this been going on?” he asked quietly. “How long have you felt like this?”

“Since my first seminar. Was this stupid moustache,” you confided as he flushed and laughed incredulously to himself, this couldn’t be real. “And I know I’ve probably ruined our friendship, completely tested the boundaries of professionalism and you probably hate me – ”

“Hate you?” he repeated, grimacing. “In no world could I ever hate you, kid.”

“Really?” you asked, a hopeful flutter in your heart. “I know this isn’t what you were expecting, and believe me… I didn’t want to feel this way, I just… I just can’t seem to stop,” the sheer frustration evident in your voice and he could viscerally feel your discontentment. “It’s supposed to go away when we’re on the job. I went away for fuckin’ months, and I see you tonight,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. “And in my fuckin’ brain was convinced I was over it.”

“Your heart?” he asked quietly.

“Didn’t agree,” you confided, embarrassed. Quiet. Ashamed. Tortured.

He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. Nothing you were saying made sense, not when he knew he felt exactly the same and every day did everything in his power to try and pretend his feelings for you didn’t exist. “Kid – ”

“I know I’ve ruined our friendship. I know I’m putting everything we have at stake, whether it’s personal or professional, and I’m sorry, but I’m about to burst,” you wanted to yell.

“Hey, hey,” he soothed, “Calm down. I know... I know,” he said softly. He desperately wanted to give just one reassuring nudge but knew every touch could be construed as something else, and Bradley Bradshaw had never felt so torn in two before.

“You know?” you asked, a spark of hope lurching in your heart.

“There is something here, you know there is,” his voice was so low. “But what way is there around it? It’s a lose-lose situation. I’m your superior.”

“Trust me, I’m well aware of that,” your sweet, pained voice was so sombre, it was haunting him. For so long, he’d denied how he’d felt; he had to. You were his direct report, he was your teacher, and you were his dutiful student. And it wasn’t intentional that he felt how he did because he did everything in his power to push any of the nonsensical feelings away, he begged to be sent OS, anything to resist the temptation… but the temptation of what you made him feel - alive - was the hardest to shake and he missed the feeling whenever you were away.

“I don’t know what else I can say - ” he tried.

“I think of you when I touch myself, Rooster,” you grasped his shirt and you saw him swallow roughly. You went for the big guns… you were spiralling and desperate. But it certainly was no word of a lie.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he took that step closer but dared not touch you in return, his palms almost pressing their indent into your front door. He feared if took another step and felt you were against him, he would give in and risk everything. “…tell me more,” he begged. “Please. What do you see?”

“Really?” you asked softly. 

“I need... I need to know,” his voice was so low, you felt it to your bones.

Your hands rose to his rest on his pecs, his muscles reacting under your touch, his head lolling closer, lips so close but like magnets, they kept a safe distance repelled. “It always comes back to me goin’ down on you. The sounds I imagine you make, hard and hot in my mouth. How you taste,” you felt the heat radiate through your body, but now you’d started you weren’t sure that you could stop… and you weren’t sure Rooster wanted you to either.

“Do you want to find out?” he said, voice gravelly, standing over you, millimetre by excruciating millimetre, he crept closer. He had never been so uncomfortable, but never so close to needing the relief you were placing right in his palms.

“Do you?” you challenged, your knuckles grazing his abs hard and tense under his shirt, coming to rest on his hips, your fingertips tracing the seams on his belt. His eyes drifted closed and tried to find his resolve. You must have been challenging him, there was no other recourse for this. Your banter together was notorious... but this was testing the limits of your friendship.

That imaginary line was non-existent now. There was no turning back.

“You’re bullshitin’ me, I know you are,” he said, and it hurt to admit, his breathing heavy and uncontrolled. Desire radiated through him and he now knew, he wouldn’t be able to go back to a place where this wasn’t happening.

“Rooster,” you took that step he couldn’t, bodies flush against the other. “That woman, Amelie, she won’t please you the way I will. Let me show you how good we can be together,” you pleaded softly.

“You're my friend...” his brain just couldn’t function; it couldn’t comprehend these words you were telling him. Words he’d wanted to hear you say since you shared that first small grin, seated proudly beside Phoenix. You’d share so many near misses together that actually getting to this made him wonder if he was dreaming. “I’m your commanding officer.” It all came down to this.

But you couldn’t hear his defences and asked, “Have you never thought of me the same way I think of you?”

His dark eyes burned deeply into yours and without a hint of a lie, he replied, “You know I have,” it was barely audible, when he added, “You know. You know I want you, kid… Everyone does.” And that was the problem for all involved. 

“Then don’t worry about the next notch in the bedpost… and let me show you what you’re missing.”

He breathed, the whiskey on his tongue swirling and you were desperate to taste it.

“Say it. Say what you’re thinking.”

He raised his eyes to yours, his strong hand reaching for the door handle behind you. “One night. No rules. Tomorrow, we will never speak of this again,” he turned the knob and the door opened. He gently grasped your wrist as he led you inside and at that moment, you knew every facet of your life was irrevocably changed.

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P.83

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Hi, my loves! We are back with another chapter!!! I really need to catch up with writing. I have been so busy 🤪 Brb gonna watch Top Gun for some Motivation! I love you all so much! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: You and Bradley have something important to ask of Phoenix, Hangman, and Austin, What will it be? Bradley returns to work for the first time in uniform since the accident. 🫣😳

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: cursing, crying, anxiousness, some sadness, but so much happiness and love 🥰

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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Bradley’s POV

Austin and Phoenix came in through the front door with bags of groceries. Leia was in the backyard running around with Gunner. Hangman and I were sitting on the couch with the boys. Hangman was hunched over Little Bradley on the couch while he was laying in his lap. He was playing peek-a-boo with him. Even though baby boy had no idea what was going on. I’m pretty sure his eyes were closed 98% of the time Bagman was playing with him. 

“Sup guys,” Austin called over and nodded his head at Hangman and me as he placed some grocery bags onto the counter. 

I nodded and waved back over to him. “What’s up, Aus. Phoenix my girl, my favorite wing-woman. Thank you for doing y/n and I a solid this morning and cleaning up for us.” She came over and grabbed my hand and placed a kiss on my knuckles. 

“Anything for y/n and the boys, Bradshaw.” She winked and leaned over the couch to look at Luke passed out on my lap. She cooed over him. “Oooooh look at the little man sleep. Is that Luke or Bradley?” 

I chuckled. “Luke.”

Hangman interjected. “Bradley boy has a new and cool gift from his mama and daddy.” He picked up little Bradley and handed him off to Phoenix. 

“Huh.” Phoenix raised her brows and nodded. “What is your new and cool gift Bradley boy?” She said in a baby voice as she grabbed him and covered his chubby cheeks in kisses. 

“Hazel. Eyes.” Hangman smiled and looked back at Phoenix.

Phoenix raised her brow and readjusted Brad against her chest. She looked over at me and was looking for approval. “Hazel eyes??”

I nodded. “He’s got some dreamy hazel eyes. The perfect combination of mine and y/n’s eyes.”

Her eyes went wide as she carefully held baby Brad in her hands. Austin joined and looked at him in Phoenix’s hands. He opened his eyes and his eyes were glistening at them both. They were mesmerized by his piercing hazel eyes. 

“Oh, man. Look at those.” Austin chuckled and rubbed his index knuckle against Brad’s cheek. “Those are beautiful.” 

“There is a new secret weapon in town and it is this little man.” Phoenix was smiling at baby Brad in her hands. “Look out world. Luke and Bradley are going to steal your girls.”

I laughed and shook my head. “He is the only one with Hazel eyes. Luke has green eyes like Leia and me.” 

Austin and Phoenix both looked at me shocked. “So then you’re gonna be able to tell them apart forever?” Austin chuckled.

“And you won’t have to like call the hospital and beg one day for their original fingerprints to try and tell them apart when they’re 13 because you are having second thoughts about possibly mixing them up when they were 6 months old?” She raised her brows.

I started to laugh. “God, that would have been a fun and great story one day if that were the case. But, we, unfortunately.” I rolled my eyes. “Won’t get the chance to mix them up because they have that difference.” 

Hangman shrugged his shoulders. “I still think we are going to mix you, Leia, Little B, and Luke up because you are all carbon copies.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up as I brought Luke to my chest. “On that note.” I handed a sleeping Luke to Austin. “Would you all watch my kids for a second? Leia is out back with Gunner playing. I need to go check on my wife. Make sure she’s okay.” 

Austin and Phoenix took a seat on the couch with the boys and Hangman headed out back with Leia and Gunner. 

I ran up the stairs and opened the door quietly to see the bed fixed and empty. 

“Sweetheart? You in the bathroom?” I entered the room and closed the door behind me. 

You came out from the closet with your hair wrapped up in a towel and one of my shirts on. “God, I haven’t fit into one of your shirts like this since before I was pregnant with the boys.” You giggled and came over to me and placed a kiss on my lips.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around you. “Sleep good, baby?”

You nodded and smiled up at me. “I did. Thank you so much, Bradley. I really needed that.”

I kissed you again and rubbed your back. “Anything for you, sweetheart. I knew you needed some rest. You did so much last night and these last 9 almost 10 months. I owed it to you.”

You hummed and laid on my chest. “Where are the kiddos?”

I laid my head on top of yours and embraced you tightly. “They are all downstairs. Being taken good care of.” You nodded and looked up at me. 

“I’m going to finish getting ready. I’ll meet you downstairs in 20. We have our big news to share with the three adults downstairs.” You raised your brows and turned around to continue to get ready.

“Oooo. You are right. The godparents.” I smiled and placed one more kiss on your cheek as I gripped your hips. “See you downstairs in a bit, mama.” 

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I rejoined the future godparents and the kids downstairs. Leia had just come back in from the backyard with Gunner. Hangman was washing her hands in the kitchen. Gunner was wedged in between Austin and Phoenix trying to smell the boys. 

I sat in one of the single sofas across from the couch and watched Phoenix, Hangman’s, and Austin’s interactions with the kids. I smiled seeing how much they cared for them. I knew you and I were making a great choice in choosing them to be there for our kids for the rest of their lives. I looked down and started to think about when we would go back to San Diego and everyone else would get to meet the boys and see Leia again. Man… I couldn’t wait. You and I were the luckiest people in the world to have everyone we had in our lives. 

Hangman made his way over with Leia. He sat next to Austin on the couch with Leia in his lap. She leaned over carefully as she watched her little brothers sleep. She softly started to rub Luke’s head. 

You finally made your way down and greeted everyone. 

“Hey Good afternoon, Mrs. Bradshaw!” Hangman laughed and he grabbed your hand. 

You made your way over and kissed all three kids on their heads. 

“Hey, mama. How did you sleep?” Phoenix reached her hand out for yours and interlocked your fingers with hers. 

You smiled and let out a relaxing sigh. “I slept great. Thank you all so much for taking care of the kiddos to let me sleep in a little bit.” 

Austin grabbed your other hand and placed a little kiss on it. “Anything for the hardworking mama!” 

You giggled and looked over at me. I gestured for you to come and sit on my lap. You made your way over and sat with me. I wrapped my arms around your waist and you cleared your throat. 

“Sooooo.” You smiled at all of them before looking at me.

They all looked at each other confused. 

I peeked my head around your body and smiled. “We have a surprise for you all.”

They all furrowed their brows at you and me. Leia popped up from Jake’s lap startling Gunner. “Are we having more babies!?”

Austin, Phoenix, and Hangman looked at Leia with wide eyes and then shared the same look with us. You started to laugh and so did I.

“God. Y’all move quickly. Didn’t waste any time.” Hangman pursed his lips together and shook his head at us. He looked disgusted. The whales.

You shook your head and leaned back against me. “Definitely no more babies.”

“For now.” I smiled. You rolled your eyes at me and looked back to the group.

“Bradley and I wanted to ask the three of you.” You looked at Jake and smiled. “And Sarah.” He smiled back at you. “If you would do Bradley and me the honor of being the boy’s godparents.” You bit your lip nervously as you waited for their answers. 

They were all stunned and were lost for words. 

Phoenix looked down at baby Brad sleeping in her arms. She bit her lip as it quivered. She looked back up at you and me as she wiped her tears. “I would love that more than anything.” She placed kisses on baby boy's cheeks as she held him close. 

Austin smiled and was holding back his tears. “Are you serious?”

Hangman was just staring into space in the boy’s direction. You broke down, “I’m dead serious… What do you all think?” I held you close and waited for all of them to reply. 

“YES!” Phoenix nodded in excitement as she embraced baby Brad to her chest. Austin smiled at you and me with tearful eyes.

“I would be honored to be a godfather of one of these little guys.” He wiped the inner corner of his eyes.

Hangman was still silent. I looked over at him and leaned forward against your back. “Bagman?” I raised my brow at him and smirked. He looked up at me with his lips pushed together. “What do you say, wingman?”

He opened his mouth slightly about to say something and then looked down. He licked his lips and pushed them back together. Leia patted the top of his head. “Uncle Jakey?”

Hangman looked back up at Leia and smiled. He looked back over at you and me. “I would love to. Thank you.” He bit his lower lip and looked down. “Thank you for this. Seriously.”

I chuckled. “I wouldn’t and they wouldn’t be here without you.” He looked up at me quickly and started to cry slightly. I gave him a reassuring smile. “Thank you, Seresin.”

He smiled at me and looked back over at the boys. You wiped your tears, “So it’s settled. Of course, after you ask Sarah, Jake.” 

Hangman smiled back at you and nodded. “I know she would love to. So which lucky man do I get?” He chuckled.

You looked back at me and nodded. I cleared my throat. “Our little Luke.”

Phoenix gasped and placed her hand over her mouth. “Aus, that means we have little Braddie boy.” She poked his nose and hugged him. “But I will and always will be here for both of you boys.”

Austin and Hangman nodded. “I agree.” They both said in unison. 

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Your POV

It has been a couple of weeks since the boys were born, you and Bradley were starting to adjust to their daily routine. On the days that Bradley was gone for physical therapy, you had Austin to lean on for some help. 

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You came home from your check up appointment with the doctor. Bradley was off today and watched the kids while you were out. When you came home you were thrown off with a surprise. Bradley was carrying both of the boys in his arms with Leia clinging onto his back dancing around the kitchen to I Was Made For Lovin’ You by Kiss. 

Him and Leia were singing to the boys as he was dancing around. “I was made for lovin’ you babies! You were made for lovin’ me! And I can’t get enough of you babies!”

You gasped as you put your purse on the counter. “Bradley and Leia Rey Bradshaw.” They both looked at you with wide eyes as they stopped singing mid-sentence and stopped dancing. 

“Uh Oh, daddy.” Leia hopped off of Bradley’s back and smiled at you awkwardly. “hi momma.”

You started to laugh as you walked over and kissed her head. “Leia Rey.” You squinted your eyes and walked over to Bradley. He was cradling the boys in his arms and standing completely still. “Bradley Nicolas Bradshaw.” You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, “What do we have here?” You laughed and shook your head as you grabbed Luke from Bradley’s arms. 

“Hello, sweetheart.” Bradley already knew you were going to scold him. 

“Bradley. You are still recovering and you have all three kids clinging to you.” You kissed Luke on his forehead making him smile. 

“Sweetheart.” Bradley cleared his throat, “I am fine. I promise.”

You raised your brows and squinted your eyes at him. “I know you are, but I need you to be extra careful. Especially if you want to fly again, babe.”

Bradley smiled and chuckled. “Baby. That is why we are dancing.” 

You raised one brow and look up at him as you placed another kiss on Luke’s head. Leia came over and wrapped her arms around you. “Momma. Daddy got cleared to fly.” She said in a little whisper.

You gasped and held Luke’s head to your chest as you covered his ear. “BRADLEY!” Your mouth was in a wide smile and you started to bounce up and down. “REALLY!?”

He started to laugh as he nodded his head. “OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD!” 

You bit your lip and smiled at him. “YESSSS!”

He shook his head as he was laughing. He grabbed Luke from your grasp and cradled him next to baby Bradley. “I start ground training tomorrow. Gonna start going through the exercises to get me ready for flying again.” 

You put your hands over your mouth, “YES FINALLY!” You jumped around with Leia, “well crank up the music! We are celebrating again!” 

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Bradley’s POV  

It was my first official day back at work. I woke up at 0400, so that I could feed the boys and then get ready. They were both fast asleep. I went to the mini fridge in the corner of the room that we had set up. I grabbed two bottles of your milk and placed them in the mini micro above the fridge to nuke it. As they warmed up I grabbed little Brad from his bassinet. I bounced him in my arms gave him kisses. I laid him on my empty side of the bed as I went and grabbed Luke from his bassinet. After I laid them down together, I went and grabbed the bottles. I checked the temperature for both before placing them into their mouths. 

I got on my knees on the floor by the edge of the bed as I held both bottles to the boys’ mouths. “You boys are getting so big. It’s ridiculous. Please stop growing. Daddy wants you boys to stay babies forever.” I let out a little chuckle, “Before I know it, you boys are gonna wanna go flying with Papa Mav. Just like your big sister Leia.” 

I watched them with tears in my eyes as they finished their bottles. I picked them both up and placed them on my chest as I sat against the headboard of the bed. I began to burp them, burping was an understatement. They both belch like grown men. After their burping, I changed their diapers and placed them back into their bassinets. I kissed each of them as they fell back to sleep. 

“Daddy loves you so much, boys.” 

I started to get ready for work.

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After cleaning up, I put on my whites and opted for the short sleeve shirt. I grabbed my hat and held it between my arm and waist. I went and placed a kiss on your head. “I’m leaving now, baby. I’ll see you tonight. I love you.”

You opened your eyes and smiled. “I’ll miss you, Brad. Have a good day and be safe please. I love you so much.” You reached your arms up and gave me a hug. 

“The boys are fed and changed. So get some sleep, babe.” I moved your hair from your face and gave you another kiss. “Bye, baby. I love you.”

You waved bye to me as I left the room. I went and gave our sleeping Leia a kiss. Then met with Phoenix and Hangman downstairs. 

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Hangman had a smirk on his face while he sipped his coffee. “Looking good, Rooster.” He held his mug up to me and winked. 

“Seresin. Good morning.” I chuckled as Phoenix handed me a mug.

“Are you ready for today, Bradshaw?” She smiled as she sipped her coffee. 

I sighed and sipped my coffee, “More than ready. I’ve been waiting for this moment for nearly 6 months. I hope I can get back in the pit before we are sent back to San Diego.” 

Hangman nodded his head. “Well, you have plenty of time to get into the pit. I have confidence you’ll get in there, but if you can’t, you always have more time in San Diego. Take your time and don’t rush it. Take it day by day, Rooster. We are all here for you.” 

“Thanks you guys. I definitely will get a feel for it today. See how it goes from here. But today is day one.” 

They both patted me on the back and we all put our mugs away. “Well then, let’s go and start day one.”

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Your POV 

It was your first full day of watching the boys and Leia solo without Bradley. Thankfully you had Austin who was helping occasionally, but you ultimately wanted to try on your own. It went smoothly, a couple of blowouts from Luke, but nothing out of the normal. You looked over at the clock and it was 4:30. 

Austin was making dinner with Leia, as you laid the boys down for their nap. “They should all be home soon, huh darlin?” Austin asked as he munched on a carrot. 

You nodded and wrapped your arms around Leia. “Yup! Give them another 30 and they’ll be here.” You laid on Leia’s shoulder. “Thank you for helping with your brothers today, babe. You helped mommy so much.” You kissed her cheek over and over again as she stirred dinner and giggled. 

“You’re welcome momma. I love helping with my brothers!” 

Austin patted her head and smiled at you. “Best sister ever.” You and him laughed as they continued dinner. 

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Bradley, Phoenix, and Jake finally made it home. They all came in laughing. Austin went over to greet them as you and Leia finished setting the table. You could hear Austin shushing everyone as they came into the dinning area. The boys were still asleep for their nap. 

“Where are my boys?” Bradley whispered as he came over and gave you and Leia a kiss on the head. 

“They’re asleep in their bassinets.” You looked over in their direction. Their bassinets were set up by the couches. 

Bradley went and washed his hands before he made his way over to the boys. Phoenix and Jake followed behind. They all went to give the boys kisses as they slept. Phoenix and Jake came over to the table to start eating with Leia and Austin. 

You walked over to Bradley and laid your head against his shoulder. “Look at ‘‘em sleep, Brad.”

You smiled as you caressed baby Brad's cheek. 

“They’re perfect. Just like you and Leia Rey.” He gave both of them kisses before he turned to you and smiled. “Thank you for this life baby. I wouldn’t be here without you.” 

You smiled and he held your face in his hands. “Thank you for coming back and loving me like we never parted. I love you, always.”

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Besties, I suck at proofreading, please let me know if I left any *Hazes* in there. It was gonna be a nickname for Baby Brad but I changed my mind LOL. Buuuut AAAHHH! Godparents! The boys are so lucky to have them all in their lives 🥰 I'll see you all in the next chapter! 💕

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Congrats on 4000 bb!! Well deserved!

And a forced proximity prompt list? Don’t mind if I do 😉 Could we get Rooster teaching you how to do something?

Ahh thank you so much, darling! Here ya go, hope you like it <3

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Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

“My hand hurts,” you groan, letting go of the fretboard and wiggling your fingers.

“You’ll get used to it.” Rooster chuckles, taking your hand between his palms as if he means to soothe it with their warmth.

“Get used to the pain?” you ask with a grimace. “I don’t think I want to.”

“No, I mean, it won’t hurt forever,” he assures you. “Try again.”

You sigh, curling your hand around the neck once more. “Where does my pinky go again?” you ask, feeling your hand cramping already.

“Bottom string, third fret,” Rooster says patiently.

You wince as your entire forearm shakes with effort. “How?”

Rooster cups the bottom of your hand and places your finger on the string. “See?” he says. “Easy.”

“Sure, if you hold it there for me.”

Rooster laughs and lets go of your hand. “Okay, now strum.”

You drag the pick down the strings one by one and all but two produce a muted sound. You whimper. “This is too hard.”

Rooster reaches forward to lift the side of your hand off the fretboard and then presses gently on your pinky. You wince as the bottom string cuts into your fingertip. “Ow!”

“Sorry,” he says. “Try now.”

You strum again and, this time, the guitar actually makes a sound. You beam excitedly. “Yay!” you exclaim and Rooster grins.

“Perfect G-chord,” he says proudly.

You laugh and shake out your hand. “This isn’t worth it,” you say, blowing on your fingertips.

Rooster chuckles and takes your hand again. Then he kisses the tips of your fingers. “Better?” he asks.

You purse your lips, suddenly completely disinterested in your boyfriend’s guitar. “A little,” you say.

Rooster’s smile widens and he kisses your palm. “Now?”

“Umm, I think I might have gotten a neck cramp,” you say, tilting your head to the side.

Rooster laughs, pulling on your hand, “Where, baby?” he mutters softly, leaning over the guitar still sitting on your lap.

“Just, like, maybe on my lips,” you respond.

Rooster’s face buries into your neck as he snorts with laughter. He kisses all the way up your neck and then gives you gentle kiss on your lips. “I didn’t realize that this was such a dangerous activity,” he mutters, pulling the guitar off your lap.

“It should come with a warning,” you agree, wrapping your arms around his neck as he leans his guitar against a wall. Rooster draws you closer on the couch as you nuzzle your head into his shoulder. “Was I a good student?” you ask quietly. Rooster gives you a kiss on the forehead. “The best, baby.”

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He Don't Like The Lights |Bradley Rooster Bradshaw Actor AU| Two

“Here’s another beer.”

“Can I ask you something?” Bradley questioned. 

“Sure, don’t see why not.”

“Why are you working here?” He questioned.

You laughed and took a step towards him, “This seemed as good a place as any. The pay isn’t horrible when you factor in the tips I usually make. It’s not as bad as it seems.”

“But if you could go anywhere else, where would you go?” He asked, seeming serious. 

You merely shrugged, “A city. Like a big city. Somewhere new, I’ve only ever been in Virginia.”

He nodded and took a swig of beer, “The rest of the country isn’t as impressive as you’d think. But I understand wanting to be somewhere other than here.”

“‘Well, you can say that. You’ve been everywhere,” You laughed, “All over the world.” 

He nodded, and shoveled another forkful of mac into his mouth. He let out a moan, which caused your cheeks to turn pink. You liked that sound, and truthfully you wanted to hear more of it. It made you wonder what other sounds he could make. 

“This shit is amazing,” He groaned, “I think this beats what my mom used to make for me.” 

“Well now, let’s not diss a mama’s cooking,” You joked, “Just holler if you need anything okay? I’ll leave you to enjoy your meal.”

“Hey wait!” He called, reaching for your arm, “I have a….favor to ask you.”

“Okayy….”

“This is going to sound strange, but I get the feeling that you aren’t a total psycho,” He stated, “I was supposed to bring my girlfriend home to meet my parents. But I broke up with her, and I haven’t told them yet. Could I convince you to join me?”

“I’m sorry, you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend and meet your parents?” You questioned. 

“Yeah, pretty much. I know it sounds crazy.”

“Crazy? Try insane! I could be anyone, I’m literally just some random waitress and you want me to come home with you and play house?”

“You could say no.”

“And yet, I don’t want to say no,” You shrugged.

“So you’ll do it?” He smirked, like he knew he was getting his way. 

“Meh, why not,” You shrugged, “I’ve been looking for ways to spice up my life a little. Playing girlfriend to a world famous actor seems like a good way to do it.”

He let out a laugh and snagged a pen from your apron, “Here’s my number, try to resist giving it to everyone? Why don’t you shoot me a text so I have yours too.”” 

“Oh don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

The following day, you were running around your bathroom trying to get ready. Celeste was on the couch in the living room, pigging out on three day old pizza while watching old reruns of Nashville. She looked like a slob, like she often did when you had days off together, but you couldn’t not when Bradley was coming to get you. 

“Hey so I need you not to freak out,” You told Celeste as you fluffed your hair again. 

“What’s going on?”

“So that single table from last night?” She nodded as you chewed on your lip, “That was sort of Bradley Bradshaw, and he’s on his way here now to pick me up for a….date.”

Celeste sputtered, “Sounded like you said a date.”

“I did.”

“You’re lying. This is some cruel joke.” 

“I wish I was C.” 

The knock on your door caused you to panic slightly. You turned around and looked in the mirror again, deciding your lipstick was the wrong color. Panicking even more, you turned around and ran back into your bathroom, yelling at Celeste as you did. 

“Can you get that? Please?” 

You could hear Celeste sigh and get up from the couch before unlocking the door. You wished Bradley would’ve waited outside like you originally told him to. You didn’t want him to see your shit apartment, but he insisted on coming up to the door and getting you. 

You heard the second she opened the door and realized who was on the other side. Because the door slammed shut followed by a scream. 

“HOLY FUCK!” She yelled, “HOOOLLLY SHIT!”

You ran out of the bathroom again, sliding in a fresh pair of earrings, “Open the damned door, C!” You hiss at her. 

“That’s Bradley fucking BRADSHAW!” She hissed back, “I just slammed the door in Bradley Bradshaw’s face. Oh my god. Holy fucking shit. He’s outside.”

“Yes, which is why we need to open the door!” You groaned, pushing past her, “Hey, I’m sorry about her,” You said, swinging the door back open. 

“No harm done,” He laughed, “I take it that was Celeste?” 

You sigh and nod, “Yeah that was her.”

“Oh my god he knows my name,” Celeste seemed to be hyperventilating behind you. 

“Is she okay?” He asked you, pointing to C. 

You shook your head, “No, she won’t recover from this one, I’m afraid.” 

“Anything I can do?”

“Just get me out of here,” You laughed, “She’ll come to again once we leave.”

He laughed and held out his hand for you. You took it and smiled at him, feeling a zap of energy as you did so. You needed to keep your head on straight, this was just a one time deal. You were going to help him out with his parents and he’d go back to LA and forget all about this. You would get the ability to say you met Bradley Bradshaw, maybe get a picture or two with him and it would be something to tell the kids one day. 

He walked you out to his rental car, which was more nondescript than you expected. You thought he would be driving something like a Porsche or a Corvette but instead he was driving a slightly beat up pickup truck, which looked like it was going to be retired from the fleet soon enough. 

But he seemed to be at home in the car. He knew his way around it, didn’t seem to miss a beat as he started driving down the road. His parents lived in Virginia Beach, not far from the base. Bradley said that’s where they lived from the time he was born, aside from a few short years in California. Which was where Bradley fell in love with acting. 

You learned a lot about him during that short drive. Like he was giving you a crash course, so you could keep up and act like you were madly in love with him. You gave him details about your life too, how you’d grown up in Norfolk, the daughter of shipyard workers. How you went to college but haven’t used your degree. You were an only child, but always had animals growing up, including a bunny. Bradley laughed at that. He could somehow imagine you as a little girl snuggling with a bunny. 

“My mom is a little much,” He warned as he pulled in the driveway of a quaint little house, “Dad is chill, you’ll probably love them.”

“How much is a little much?” You questioned. 

“She’s just protective, and energetic,” he explained, “You’ll survive though. I’m sure you’ve dealt with worse at the bar.” 

He helps you out of the car, and walks you to the door with his hand on the small of your back. It feels like how a relationship should be. You felt nervous as you walked up to the door. He winked at you before knocking. It took all of two seconds before the door swung open to reveal a small woman with graying blonde hair.

“Bradley!” She cheered, grabbing him and hugging him tightly, “And you must be the girlfriend we know nothing about.” 

“Um.”

“Ignore her,” An older man said, stepping into view, “She’s in mom mode.” 

“This is Y/N,” Bradley said, wrapping his arms around you. 

“I’m Carole, this is Nick but everyone calls him Goose,” The woman stated, kissing the man’s cheek. 

“I take it that’s from your days in the Navy?” You questioned. 

“Ah, so he did tell you a few things,” Goose laughed, “We used to call Bradley here, Rooster when he was a kid. His hair would always stick up like a rooster’s tail.”

“Aww, Rooster, that’s cute,” You coo, hugging Bradley a little tighter. 

You couldn’t tell if it was too much or not. You’d never fake dated anyone before, but you figured laying it on thick couldn’t hurt. Bradley just smiled and kissed the top of your head.You had to be playing the part right, because he squeezed your side affectionately. Which made Mrs.Bradshaw smile as she ushered you both into the house. 

She started talking about how she cooked Bradley’s favorite for dinner, and she hoped you were hungry because she made extra, as always. She made a joke about how much Bradley could eat when he actually let himself and wasn’t on a diet for some sort of movie. Adding that you had to know all about that. 

You laughed and told her that you took him to your favorite restaurant on the boardwalk and got him hooked on Pulled Pork Mac N Cheese. She just said that sounded like her boy. 

Meanwhile, Mr. Bradshaw and Bradley seemed to be doing their own sort of catching up. They clapped each other on the shoulder and disappeared into the side room, leaving you alone with Carole. You swallowed thickly and tried your best to keep up. But you felt like you were in over your head. You knew next to nothing about Bradley, save for what you read on the internet and what he told you on the way here and last night over text. But even still you knew nothing that a real girlfriend would know. 

It made you panic slightly. Because you felt like she would find out. Like she would see right through you in a heartbeat. Like it was only a matter of time. 

“Rude of him to leave you alone like that,” She shook her head, “I thought I raised him better than that. But whenever he sees his dad…well we almost lost Goose when Bradley was younger. The two of them have a bond I could never understand. So it’s always special when they’re able to spend time together.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that,” You’re stunned with the way she said it so casually. 

“Brad doesn’t like to talk about it. Goose was in a training accident, it was a real scare for all of us.”

“Well I’m glad he’s okay.”

“So am I, I don’t know what I would do without him,” Carole sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter, “So do you want to tell me where he found you? Because honey, you seem very sweet, but I know you aren’t dating my son.”

Well….you were fucked.

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Acts of Service (18+)

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw x wife!reader warning: 18+ (minors dni!!!), unedited, porn with plot, switching perspective, bradley's an ass man, massage, f-feet for a line?, oral (f receiving), reader gets the softest ride of her life, unprotected s3x (please wrap it before you tap it), face down ass up that's the way we like to fUCK, dog tag kink, creampie finish summary: a stressful day leaves rooster's hardworking wife in need of a massage. she's lucky rooster's got the "magic touch" to make all of her pain disappear. a/n: @mandoowhorian wanted Rooster the Ass Man™ giving back shots and i am a simple woman, who am i to deny? HAVE A WHOLE ASS (pun intended!) FIC, CONGRATULATIONS FOR GETTING MY BRAINWORM STIMULATED.

--- Rooster liked to think he's a kind man. He donated to charity, helped little old ladies cross the street and even volunteered some time at the local children's hospital to read stories to the kids there. He found joy in helping others feel better. Seeing a smile on someone else's face because of a simple gesture he did made him feel incredibly warm inside. Yes, it was fulfilling, yet no act of kindness compared to that of helping his incredibly hardworking wife unload after a hard day. The man was whipped, much to Hangman's devious delight, but Rooster couldn't care less. She stumbled into his life one drunken night at the Hard Deck and has been his other half ever since. He wasn't enough of a romantic sucker to believe in love at first sight; but then, he met her. To him, she hung the moon in his sky and had since only changed his life for the better. He learned how to keep their home clean, do the laundry, hell, even cook all thanks to his incredible wife.

He found that the bare minimum made her the happiest like a surprise bouquet of flowers or making her coffee in the morning. The bar was so low on the ground, every small token of affection gave her stars in her eyes. "No one I've been with has ever been this kind to me," she had said one night, crying over a basket of goodies he had made for her to help her through a particularly bad period that left her stuck on the couch for a week. On the day of their wedding, Bradley swore into the ring he placed on her finger to do everything in his power to keep that smile on her face.

So, when his wife came home with a scowl on her lips and her brows furrowed in pain, Rooster knew what he had to do.

"Honey? You good?"

He was sweatpants clad only and was folding their laundry into piles, having gotten home from base early thanks to the forecasted thunderstorm landing a few hours before it was supposed to. Grounded and drenched, he pulled rank and took the evening off to help his wife with the chores they've both been ignoring recently: dishes, dusting, vacuuming, and conquering the dreaded Laundry Chair in the corner of their room.

She gave him a weak smile, shrugging her jacket off and shaking her wet hair out of its slicked pony tail. "Yeah, yeah, I'm ok. Just really sore after today."

Bradley took his time folding down a pair of her scrubs and was careful not to crease them. "A patient gave you a fight huh?"

"Yeah, and the patient was in the form of a chunky, 140 pound Bernese Mountain Dog who didn't wanna be sedated for his teeth extraction."

She went down on the living room floor in all fours, spreading her arms out above her head to a modified child's pose. Her arms were long outstretched above her and a tiny expanse of her low back was revealed under her folding scrub top. His eyes travelled further up and Bradley just couldn't take his eyes off that ass.

Holy hell, was he a lucky man.

Rooster loved every ounce of his wife even before they got married, but he was so incredibly glad that she had been putting on some weight recently. Why? One, because he knew he was feeding her well and two, because it all somehow ended up going to that glorious, incredible ass. She would complain all the time that she was 'eating too good, her scrubs were getting tight', and had to do little jumping squats to try to squeeze into them. The image didn't stop Bradley imagining her riding on top of him with her cheeks smacking against the top of his thighs.

She let out a tiny, muffled groan. "God, that's the stuff."

"You want a massage? It might make you feel a little better," Bradley said, tossing one of her lacy thongs on top of the underwear pile.

"Mmhmmm, please baby, that'd be wonderful," his goddess muttered, rolling herself over onto her back. Her hair was damp down to her shoulders, her smile angelic and her arms were crossed over top of her head. What he wouldn't do to pin those hands above her and kiss his way down her body, feel her skin heat up under his lips and hear the most holy of moans fall from her lips...

Stop. This isn't about you, Rooster.

He helped her sit up and removed her tight scrub top. He caught a pretty pink blush crested her cheeks at her sudden nakedness left in only her bra. He ghosted a small kiss on the tip of her nose. "It gives me better access. Get on the couch."

He took each laundry pile and placed them precariously on the freshly vacuumed floor. She took her position on the couch, chest pressed provocatively into the velour. She crossed her ankles in the air to show Rooster the tops of her feet and perfect manicured toes. The brat tossed him a wicked little wink over her shoulder. He grinned just as fiendishly, forcing her feet down to sit on the back of her thighs and gave her a teasing spank on the bum. The flesh rippled beneath the fabric of the lycra and he could imagine the gentle pink blooming on her skin.

"Enough of that, you little minx! Here, put the pillow under your hips."

She let him guide the throw under her, her lower back letting out a satisfying pop at the induced flexion. "Ohhhh my god, I sound like a glow stick," she muttered, her face flopping to the sofa in defeat. "I'm all ready for you, baby. Just... just make the hurt go away"

Bradley rubbed his palms together to warm them before letting them dust across the surface of her skin. "You know I give good massages, right?"

She shivered at the touch, letting out a small chuckle. "Only if you consider good massages feeling like a train running over my spine!"

Bradley sat up straight on his knees, hands on his hips. "Now Mrs. Bradshaw, that wasn't very nice! You hurt my feelings!"

"Just telling it as is, Lieutenant Bradshaw. You can fly a plane well, but you didn't really luck out in the hand dexterity department." She turned around to put her face on her hand, elbow propped under the sofa cushion. "You have yet in our year of marriage to convince me of these rumored 'magic fingers' of yours."

He laughed out loud, "Oh really now? Just you wait then, Mrs. B. Be back in a flash."

He scooted off the couch to rush to the bathroom, grabbing the rose oil that she liked to use after her baths. It was a thicker liquid and the smell was quite intoxicating: definitely his favorite scent on her. Plus, the shine it gave her legs after using it was his absolute favorite.

He hopped back into his position on the couch and rubbed a bit of the sticky liquid between his palms. The oil conducted his body heat and he rubbed the soothing musk over the tops of her shoulders. Immediately, she relaxed into a mewl.

"Ohhh, the rose oil. Now show me the magic, baby."

"Yes ma'am," he replied, gently working the fluid into her skin. The shine that rose out gave her a sparkling hue under the standing lamp. He rubbed slowly and deeply under her shoulder blades, making sure to press out all of the small knots that crinkled under the bone. She was breathing deeply, definitely enjoying the pressure and the smells that surrounded her.

"Mmm, lower please," she moaned. Bradley spotted a small drool spot near the corner of her mouth. "How are the magic fingers treating you, baby?" His voice was soft, the tinking of the pouring rain outside louder than he was. He was leaned over her form, putting pressure on the apex of her shoulders to smooth the muscles outside to her arms.

"You have a little more to do before I can give a proper review," she grinned, moving her hair to the side away from the oil. "Keep it up and you may get a prize."

Bradley continued to work, reapplying the oil to his hands a few times before he escaped to her lower back. He pressed a particularly tender point and she seized up for a moment. He backed off quickly. "Oh jesus, I'm sorry, you ok?"

"Y-Yeah," she sputtered, lifting her head to look behind at him. Her eyes were still glazed over in bliss. "Just... go a little gentler. 'Makes my legs hurt when you push there."

"Your legs too?" Bradley questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I have no problems massaging them as well. But, you have to take these pants off if you want the luxury assessment."

His wife groaned, attempting to loop her fingers through the front of her elastic waist band, but gave up quickly. "You gotta do it. I feel like jelly."

Bradley chuckled and shook his head, fingers pulling back the material to reveal the prize he craved the most. Her skin was gorgeous and hugged dangerously to the curve of the pretty gemstone blue thong that graced the top of her hip bones. He pulled the pants down just to the top of her thighs, reapplying his oil before getting to work.

The soft flesh of her ass kneaded into his palm. Her little moans were just too cute; he wanted to hear more. He moved down to the crest of her ass and cupped it gently, giving it another pass with the oil. "How's that?" "Sooo goooooood," she drawled, wiggling her ass between his fingers so it slid off the oil. Holy fuck.

"You have no idea how tasty that ass looks right now," he blurted, taking his time to scoop his fingers along the sides of her hips. "And I'm starving, baby. I could eat you alive."

His love sucked in a breath from the bottom of the couch. He could feel her feet rubbing together behind him. She was trying not to let him see her squirm. "O-oh yeah? We haven't eaten dinner yet though," she whimpered, the tension at the sides of her hips melting with each pass of his calloused digits.

"Fuck dinner, we're going right to dessert."

Rooster slid down the back of her thighs, his teeth nipping at the supple skin of her ass. She let out a strangled moan, the pressure from his mouth sending shivers up her spine. His cool dog tags dangled precariously off of his neck, hitting the back of her thigh with every sudden movement forward. His wife made every attempt to slither forward away from his grasp, but he held her tightly in place. A hard slap ricocheted of her skin, leaving her gasping out loud.

"B-Bradley!"

"Don't move," he growled. He was a predator now. His pupils bled dark and zeroed in on the skimpy, dampened fabric between her legs. The beautiful blue had turned a deep navy in the matter of minutes. Rooster let his fingers run along the silken material, his wife attempting to hide another whimper from his ears.

"Let me hear it," he muttered, his other hand working the muscle of her thighs. "Let me hear you."

Bradley couldn't see her face, but he knew she was flushed and panting. "I-I want..." she started, completely fumbling through her words. His fingers were dragging lazy, slow circles around her clothed clit, the fingers of his other hand still working down, down, down towards the back of her knee. "Hmmm?"

"Your mouth!" she blurted. "Fuck, I need your tongue in my pussy, Bradley, please."

He parted the fabric to the side and without a word swiped a single lick up her pussy. The moan that came from her was a release in itself; he could hear her smile through the sound. His left hand worked to spread apart her ass to give him better access. He dove in deep, her taste salty and sweet all at the same time. Two fingers from his right came around to circle her bud again and her hips struggled against the pillow propped under her hips.

"Oh my god," she cried, her wobbling wrists doing their best to support her weight. She was arching back into him now, attempting to rock against his face at the sensation.

"Delicious," he muttered through her slick. "And all for me. What a treat."

His mouth returned to biting while he let two fingers take place of his tongue. She cried out in rapture, her walls rippling around him the moment he slid them home. The heat coming off of her was intense enough that sweat rippled down the side of her forehead. She mewled and bucked in spasm as he continued his slow languid movements to fuck her through her surprise release. In and out... In... and... out.

"How'd that feel?" He mused, kissing up her spine, from the top of her tail bone up to the side of her neck. She let out a groan at his weight pressing on her, her eyebrows still knitted together at the pleasure. "M-More, Roo. I need more."

"More?" he crooned, his dog tags raking themselves against the sweat of her shoulder blades. "What a greedy little thing you are. You want more, yet I've been the one doing all the work. You take and take and don't return the favor, huh?"

She keened as his fingers suddenly quickened inside her pussy, his fingers gently pulling apart her walls, preparing her for the main event. "But that's completely fine honey," he whispered to her. He left a gentle kiss on her temple, the salt of her sweat delightful on his tongue. "Tonight's all about you. I'll take care of you, baby. I'll take care of you, you deserve it."

But just like that, his fingers were gone.

The overwhelming sense of emptiness overtook her as his weight left her back. She whimpered out loud, readjusting her body so her arms were holding up her chest. The spittle that hung from the side of her mouth should have been embarrassing, but she couldn't do anything to stop it from continuing to pool in her mouth. The man made her come so hard, she saw stars just from his fingers going inside her.

Before she knew what had happened, his hips were up against the ridges of her ass. Rooster had returned in all of his glory, stark naked by the feeling of the velvet smoothness of his cock rubbing languidly against her ass cheeks. Her head sunk back lower on her hands, forcing the arch up in her back to bare herself whole to him. He groaned in appreciation at the sight, a finger scooping some of her essence from her entrance.

The rose oil lit over her skin to make her sweet sweat stand out even more. She was glowing; a rose herself. Bradley couldn't help but let his cock rest between her ass cheeks, rubbing slowly up and down, up and down. Her slick gave him the perfect lubricant to rub between her skin. The feeling was divine.

"Holy fuck," he drawled, his head leaning back. Both hands had come back to squeeze the sides of her ass together, encasing his already hard cock in the silky heat. He could hear her little mewls underneath him, obviously the grazing of his skin against her cunt causing its own reaction to her. "You feel amazing, baby. Just incredible."

Rooster paused for a just a moment, pulling back completely before teasing the tip into her pussy. She groaned at the feeling of the thick head making way, whimpered at the pause, and felt like crying as it left her. He was so close, she was about to beg for him to just fucking take her already. He ground himself in between her ass cheeks for a few strokes again before plunging back in, this time just a bit deeper.

Every pass he'd enter deeper and deeper, her moans getting louder and more egregious. Bradley preened at the effect he had on his wife. She was a stunning, incredible beauty and only reacted this way to him. A feeling like this could get to his head.

He let his cock in all the way finally, the warmth and squeezing of her walls caused him to double over on top of her. His dog tags jingled down off of his chest to rest in the valley of her spine. He placed gentle kisses on the back of her neck; a job well done for taking him in so well. She raised her head gently in thanks, smiling up at her husband. "Want you to move, Roo," she whimpered. "Want all of you right now."

Who was he to deny such a beautiful plea?

Rooster rocked his hips gently at first, nice and slow to savor each drag of his cock against her walls. He pulled out to the tip before plunging back into the comfort of her cunt. She had keened at every thrust, the pleasure boiling inside of her stomach to a rumble. He took his hands and gently wrapped them under her chin, leaving soft kisses in her hair. Her ass bounced off of his stomach, the sound of skin on skin echoing against the pitter patter of rain on their window pane.

His wife didn't need to be fucked tonight. No, she needed to be loved. She needed to be cared for softly, gently, as if she was a piece of glass. God, he would let her know how he felt for her just by making love her her on this one night. He felt like no word he ever said was good enough to express how much he adored her. Every thrust was a love note, ever kiss was a sonnet. It would solidify every word of love and passion he had ever said. He meant every. Damn. Word.

"Mmm gonna," she whined, her eyes opening to face him. She was wanton and lovely, the flush on her cheeks extending down to the front of her chest. So beautiful, like a Renaissance painting with warm hues and lace. "Gonna come again. Baby, baby," she babbled, the word the only thing left in her head. Baby. He embraced her around her chest, just under her breasts to hold her tight to his chest. She fluttered around him, her breath stalling for a moment before she took large gasps beneath him.

He shushed her and gently rocked his hips to work her slowly through her second orgasm of the night. "Oh sweetheart," he cooed, his hands drifting down her upper back to press a little on her shining muscles again. "You're so good for me honey. You're the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, I love you so much."

She nodded quietly, still unscrambling her brain through the spasms, her breathing ragged.

The sight of his cock, pulling in and out of her weeping pussy, made him move again. His eyes were dissecting each movement: each ridge of his cock disappearing inside of her, the pull of her labia against his skin, the subtle sponge of her inner walls. He picked up his pace, watching the way that she devoured him whole. Every drive forward was met by her still-greedy pussy with the same burning intention. Her perked asshole fluttered gently with every push and pull.

The whole image of the scenario was so erotic, Bradley felt his end drawing nearer the longer he kept his eyes open. The rope in his own stomach was about to snap and shred to pieces. "B-baby," he stuttered, hunching back over her. His hands rested to cover both of her own, their fingers interlocking. "I'm so close."

"Come inside, Bradley," she said gently. Her fingers tugged slightly at his, the cool metal of their wedding rings clashing. She truly sounded like an angel, almost far off in the distance in his haze. "Come inside of me."

Permission was all he needed for him to finish. He placed his hot forehead against her upper shoulders, his moans echoing against the hollow of her spine as he filled her to the brim. She was mewling on her own at the heat flooding her body. They stayed like that for a moment, attached, basking in the aftermath of their passionate fire. His dog tags were no longer cool to the touch, pressed deeply into the lines of her skin to leave the seal of his name in her body.

She was his and only his.

Rooster withdrew and grabbed his shirt, dirty by now and did a sparse clean up. He hobbled to the bathroom, legs still shaking, to grab a cool cloth to clean his girl. After rinsing himself clean, he went back to the couch to find her still bent in the same position her hips raised. A small stream of cum was dripping down the side of her thigh, but thankfully didn't drop on the couch.

"We should have put a towel down," Bradley laughed, cleaning her thoroughly. She patted away the pillow bolstering her hips up and let her body drop flat on the couch. Her hands went to press on her lower spine and she sighed, content. "I feel better," she grinned. There was his girl. Beautiful, bright and colorful again.

They slipped into some idle chatter, ordering dinner, deciding what movie to watch for the night and the likes. Bradley had slipped his sweatpants back on and his wife had favored one of his old naval shirts that hung lose on her body for pajamas. They were cuddled back up on the couch, paying more attention to each others eyes rather than the screen.

"Who would have thought all you needed was for someone to blow your back out a little," he chirped, ego inflating just enough to issue a playful smack across his chest.

"Or maybe it was your 'magic fingers' all along!" Her smile was just infectious as he couldn't help but return it. "I won't lie, adding the oil made it feel really good. Almost like a bike running me over instead of a train."

"Abracadabra!" Bradley wiggled his fingers in her direction. Her laughter rang through the apartment as he tickled her sides, the sound just music to him.

Bradley liked to think he was a kind man. He would do anything just to keep her smiling.

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Omggggggg I’m the anon who called you emmy im emma-barrassed (bye)

I have an apology request if you will consider!! For roosty - what about the first time you call him bradley? Like you’ve known him as rooster for whatever reason and then in all the flirty banter that comes pre-relationship, bradley slips out and for him it ✨feels fuzzy✨ idk I think you have such a talent for writing in the non reader pov in complete sincerity bye ily emmA

please don't be embarrassed!! :) this request was so fun and i think i went way overboard with it. but here you go! | fem!reader, fluff, pre-relationship, 1.6k

It's Natasha who brings you around. Phoenix has a much healthier social life than the rest of them and more non-Navy friends than Rooster, Hangman, and Bob combined. 

Actually, Bradley isn't totally sure about Bob. The man manages to be a mystery, even still. 

Not the point. Phoenix brings you to a night out and Bradley almost chokes on his beer. You trail behind her as you walks over to the group, looking like the prettiest thing he's ever seen. He's flown over mountain ranges and seen the Northern Lights twice and felt the cool kiss of sea air after he thought he'd die in the sky but even still, you seem to rewire his entire brain. He wonders if this is what his dad felt like when he saw his mom.

His heart races in his chest and he wills himself to keep it cool. You're meeting a bunch of navy guys for the first time and he'll be damed if he pulls a Hangman and tries to pick you up right away. 

He just wants to know your name. And your phone number. But that can wait.

"Alright, assholes, listen up," Phoenix calls. "Fall in." There are eye rolls and snickers but everyone shifts so that you have a clear view of the group. "Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Bob, who you've met before, Hangman, and Rooster." Your gaze goes down the line as she introduces everyone -- Bob gets a smile from you and damn, Bradley wants to be on the receiving end of one of those -- and when Phoenix tells you his callsign, he salutes. You huff a laugh. "They all have real names, but you have to talk to them for those."

"Welcome to beer night, civilian," Hangman says. Bradley fights the urge to roll his eyes. "Gonna tell us who you are?"

He has to hand it to you -- you don't look nervous to be with a new group of people at all. You speak for the first time, telling everyone your name and Bradley swallows at the sound of it. Pretty name for a pretty girl. 

"Now the real question," says Bob, "is what you're having to drink."

You come around to most of the group gatherings after that, becoming close with some of the girlfriends and making sure to chat with the guys, too. Bradley doesn't want to get his hopes up, but he thinks you talk to him the most. About music, his car, your job, flying. Anything at all, you can turn it into an hours-long conversation with him. 

Not only that, but he knows you're flirting with him. Well, he's pretty sure. And obviously, he's flirting with you. Your hand is always on his arm, his shoulder, his elbow. He's almost positive you look at his lips a fair amount when you're talking. But, most importantly, you seem to feel comfortable around him, moving in and out of his space without hesitation, handing him your drink when you got the bathroom. At the very least you like him enough to trust him. 

There's just one hangup. You only ever call him Rooster.

That is probably mostly his fault. He's never actually told you his name is Bradley, though he knows you know it, since you've heard the others use it. Maybe you think he doesn't want you to call him that. 

But then. Oh, but then. 

Tonight is another regular beer night. Bradley is holding your drink because Phoenix beckoned you off to the bathroom for what looked like some urgent business he does not need to know about. His eyes scan the room out of habit and he wonders if anyone would be down to get some food at the drive-thru down the road. He's DD tonight and man, he's hungry.

"Bradley," someone says. He blinks once, twice, because he's swears that's your voice, and then your hand is on his elbow and it really is you. His stomach feels like he's flying upside down. His name sounds totally new from your mouth. He loves it.

"Yeah?" he says, looking at you. Phoenix is nowhere to be found and you look...nervous? He's not seen this expression of yours before. It makes the swooping in his stomach turn sour. "Hey, are you okay?"

You soften at his concern. God, you're pretty. "I'm fine," you say. "It's just --" You look over your shoulder and he sees Phoenix leaving the bar with someone she's clearly taking home. "You're DD, right?"

"For anyone who needs a ride, yeah," he says. "And it looks like your ride just left. Damn, good for her." You laugh and Bradley relishes the sound. 

"Do you mind driving me home? When you want to leave, I mean?" He realizes he's still holding your drink and he holds it out for you to take. Your fingers brush his and he fights the urge to run his thumb over the back of your hand. 

"'Course I don't mind," he says. "Y'know, I'm kind of hungry. Maybe you finish that and we go get something to eat?"

"I'll do you one better." You hold up a finger, telling him to wait, and turn to look for someone in the crowd. "Hey, Hangman!" you call. Seresin appears moments later, smirk firmly in place. 

"How can I help you, my dear?" Bradley doesn't hide his eye roll this time. You hold out your beer.

"Bradley and I are leaving," you tell him. Hangman's eyebrows disappear into his hairline, but he takes your beer. His eyes bounce between the two of you, but you don't back down from the implication that you're leaving...together. Bradley tries to squash the unnecessary and unwarranted male pride he feels. 

"Are you now," Hangman drawls. "Well, alright then. You kids have fun." He takes a sip of your beer and inclines his head at Bradley just a bit. 

"Does everyone else have a ride?" Bradley calls. The rest of the crew nod, and he guides you out of the bar with a light hand on your back. 

"Thank you," you tell him once you're outside. "Natasha said you'd say yes, but I didn't want to assume." He wants to tell you he'd drive to the other side of the damn country if you asked him to.

"You're a good wingwoman," he says instead. But he can't help himself. "I'll always give you a ride home." You flash him a shy smile and he returns it. You called him Bradley. "You want to get some food?"

You hop into the Bronco. "Hell yeah I do, Bradshaw." It's actually embarrassing how his heart skips a beat this time. He waits for you to click your seatbelt before he backs out of the parking lot.

"So, give me the details on this guy Phoenix left with. If that's allowed." You turn your entire body to face him before launching into the story of how she met him a few weeks ago and actually he's been texting her and Bradley doesn't reallyhear all of the details because he just likes to listen to your voice. God, he wishes he could look at you properly. You talk with your hands and chew on your lip as you try to recall specifics. He thinks he might be obsessed with you.

"This is nice," you say suddenly, and he realizes the story is over. He turns to look at you for half a second and finds you staring out the window. "Hanging out, just us. We should do it more often." You sound soft, maybe even a little unsure. 

"You think so?" he says lightly. You turn back to look at him and he eyes you as he drives. Your eyes on him feel like a trail of fire. He almost pulls over so he can hold your gaze.

"I do," you say softly. He hums, unable to stop his mouth from curling up at the edges. He taps his thumbs on the steering wheel again.

"Me too," he says. "Anytime you want." He means it.

"I'll hold you to it, Bradley," you say. He pulls to a stop at the red light just before the drive-thru and turns to look at you. You've got mischief in your eyes. Oh, now he's sure you've been using his name on purpose. 

"Wanna explain that?" he says, dipping his chin and raising his eyebrows. You turn away from him and tilt your nose up in the air. 

"Explain what?" you say primly. You're going to make him work for it, make him admit that he likes it. He finds that he doesn't mind. 

"You've always called me Rooster." The light changes but there's no one behind him so he doesn't move for a few seconds so you'll look at him again. You do. He feels his breath catch and he has to swallow.. "Why the change?"

"Bradley, the light," you say. He turns back to the road and drives. The air in the cab of the Bronco shifts suddenly and from the corner of his eye he sees you steel yourself and reach out slowly, ever so slowly, to brush back some of the fringe that's fallen on his forehead before pulling back.

He inhales sharply. "I wanted to try it out," you say. He turns into the drive-thru lane and pulls behind the few cars in line. "Is it ok?"

Now that the car is fully stopped, he shifts in his seat to turn to you. He loves the dance, he loves the chase, he loves this push and pull, but more than anything he wants what's next. So he decides to lay all of his cards on the table. "Sweetheart," he says. Your eyes widen. "I think you could call me anything you wanted and I'd like it."

"I'll keep that in mind," you say. And then the tension snaps and you burst in to laughter, reaching out to rest a hand on his bicep as you do so. He catches your giggles, feeling lighter than he has in ages. Yeah, he thinks. This is just the beginning. 

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[lewmagoo]

the blessed dawn of christmas day | b. bradshaw

description: in which you give your husband the most precious gift of all

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, no smut but still 18+ because all my works are rated as such

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw x f!reader (no use of y/n)

notes: oh no, another work i recycled from my old blog. anyway, i love the thought of bradley as a girl dad. you're welcome. also, this is the beginning of my holiday series. who knows how long or short the series will be, but you can expect at least a few more holiday pieces from now until christmas

Christmas morning was a morning that brought with it many different and unique sounds. Familiar sounds, sounds that made your heart swell with love and your lips curl into the biggest of smiles.

This morning, in particular, your ears were picking up on a few things. First was the sound of your husband snoring softly beside you, still sound asleep after a late night of wrapping presents with you. Second, was the sound of not-so-hushed whispering coming from outside your bedroom door.

"Mm, sounds like the littles are awake," a sleep-laced voice murmured against the back of your neck, followed by soft lips ghosting over the skin. You shivered from the contact, but at the same time, it warmed you from your head to your toes. 

"I'd say you're right," you replied, shifting to face him. There lay Bradley, in all his messy-haired, rosy-cheeked, skin-wrinkled-from-the-sheets glory. His face broke into a smile before he leaned in to kiss you sweetly, his mustache biting at your upper lip.

"Good morning, darlin’," he hummed against your mouth.

You snuggled deeper into his chest. "Good morning." You glanced at the door then. "Suppose we should let the beasts in," you teased.

“What if I don’t want to let you go?” He mumbled, tightening his grasp on you.

“They’ll probably head to the living room and start on the presents themselves,” you said.

He squinted at the door before nodding. “You’re probably right. Guess we should let them in.”

As you rose from the bed, Bradley closed his eyes, pretending to remain sound asleep as three very excited little girls bounded into the room.

Bradley began to dramatically snore, and squeals of laughter filled the room. "Daddy, Daddy, wake up!" Daisy, your youngest, exclaimed as she jumped onto the bed, roughly shaking his shoulder.

At that point, Bradley had all three of his girls piled on top of him. "You're pretending!" Caroline, the oldest, huffed, folding her arms over her chest.

Suddenly, their father cracked an eye open, and then gasped theatrically. "Wow! What brings you three to my bed so early in the morning?!"

Another fit of giggles, followed by the middle child, Grace, shouting, "it's Christmas!"

"Is it really?! Since when?" Bradley asked in surprise, dark eyes widening in shock.

"Since right now!" Daisy yelled, climbing into his lap and cupping his face in her little hands. Bradley smiled brightly at her, his own much larger hands coming up to rest over her own. 

The entire time, you silently watched the exchange, your heart warming at the sight of your family. Watching Bradley interact with his babies would never get old.

"Can we open presents now?" Grace questioned, nearly head-butting her sister as she jumped into Bradley’s lap.

Umber eyes flickered up to your own. "What do ya say, Momma?" he asked you.

"Give me a few minutes, let me make sure everything is set up," you mused, stopping to grab your robe from the bedpost, pulling it on as you headed out into the hall, strolling into the living room.

You paused to turn on the tree lights before making sure all the gifts were set out properly, all while listening to the over-excited laughter and talking that came from down the hall. You couldn't help but grow a little overcome with emotion.

Since your children had come into your lives, Christmas had gained a new meaning. It was no longer about you and Bradley. It was about them, seeing Christmas through their eyes. The joy and excitement it brought them made everything all worth it. There was something so innocent and pure about the way a child experienced Christmas, and even more so with your own kids.

Snapping yourself out of your slight daze, you carried on with your project, spreading out last-minute presents, and stopping to smile to yourself when you came across a small, neatly wrapped box, with a tag that read Bradley’s name. Your tummy fluttered with butterflies. Or maybe that was the little life that now dwelled there. Either way, you couldn't wait to present him with the gift, because you knew it would be the best gift he'd receive this Christmas.

Placed so carefully inside the box was a pair of baby slippers. You'd gotten them when you'd first found out that you were having another baby. They were the first present you wrapped, and the little package had been tucked away in your closet, and you’d been teeming with excitement ever since, so eager to give it to him.

There had been so many moments when you'd wanted to cave and just tell him already, but you'd forced yourself to keep your lips sealed. You wanted this to be special. It was unexpected, after all. You hadn't been trying for a baby. In fact, you hadn't even been talking about it at all, you’d decided you were done having children after Daisy was born. However, you really hadn’t taken any serious measures to prevent it, aside from taking birth control. So you weren’t entirely shocked when the pregnancy test you’d bought at the drugstore came back positive. 

But the news, when you'd received it, had been welcome. And you knew Bradley would be overjoyed, just like you were. He loved being a father, and would happily welcome another little one into your family.

"Mommy, can we come in yet?!" Came the voice of Daisy. Quickly, you knelt down to shove Bradley’s present to the very back of the tree before standing up and heading to the hallway.

"Yes you may," you announced, and within all of five seconds, the living room was overrun by squealing little girls. Your husband came strolling in behind them, smiling at you and hugging your waist as he kissed your forehead before joining the girls around the tree.

"Okay," he said aloud, "let's see who these presents are for."

As he began handing them out, you took a seat on the couch, watching fondly as he read the name tags dramatically. "To Caroline from Mommy and Daddy," he started, handing the oldest her gift, "to Grace from Mommy and Daddy…to Daisy from Mommy and Daddy…to Grace from Mommy and Daddy..." And so it went.

Once every present was passed out, save for the presents that you both would exchange together after the children opened their own, Bradley came to sit next to you and said, "alright, youngest first. Daisy, go ahead and open your present, baby doll."

With a musical laugh, she eagerly tore into the present that had once been neatly wrapped, discarding the paper carelessly and gasping in surprise when she saw the contents. "A baby!" She cried, holding up the packaged baby doll, a wide grin on her little face. "It’s what I always wanted!"

You laughed at her dramatic exclamation, settling into Bradley’s side as you watched your girls unwrap their presents. Grace was next, opening up a box of Disney princess themed crayons. She beamed, gasping out a "thank you!" Always the little artist, she loved coloring, painting, and everything of the sort.

Caroline was next in the rotation, opening her present of a holiday Barbie, at which her face lit up and she grinned up at you and Bradley. "This is the best! Thanks!"

“You’re welcome, baby,” you replied with a smile, your heart swelling at the sight of your children’s delight.

You cuddled up into your husband's side, humming softly as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You watched your girls tear into the rest of their presents, giggling and shouting and making a mess of the living room. The sight was beautiful, though, and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the entire world.

The morning carried on, present after present opened and strewn across the floor. And once they were all opened, Bradley finally stood, stepping around the tree, where one last present was hidden, covered in a large throw blanket. "Girls, come help Daddy with this," he said, not bothering to hide the smile on his face. 

You immediately reached for your phone, intending to photograph this moment that the girls would likely remember for the rest of their lives.

Three little ones came rushing to help their father, and when the blanket was pulled off of the large object, more shrill exclamations of delight erupted, spurred on by the sight of an elaborate dollhouse that your sweet Bradley had spent hours putting together over the last few days, losing sleep in the process. "It's worth it for them," he'd said, when you expressed concern over his lack of sleep.

You watched it all unfold, and laughed in delight as Bradley was nearly tackled to the floor as the girls attacked him with hugs and kisses and thank yous. Once he was finally able to escape the small dog pile under which he’d been trapped, he rose to stand, and glanced over at you, a beam on his handsome face.

“Your daddy built that for you all by himself,” you informed the girls, which only further impressed them.

“You’re the best daddy in the whole wide world!” Grace exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his waist. Promptly, she pulled away to join her sisters as they explored the creation their father had given them.

You sauntered over to Bradley and leaned in to kiss him sweetly. "You did good, Daddy," you said, placing your hands on his chest. His own hands came to rest over yours, warm and familiar.

"Thanks, Momma."

"Want some coffee?"

"I think you know the answer to that question," he mused with a laugh, the smile lines around his eyes crinkling.

"That I do," you replied, soon pulling away from him to stroll into the kitchen. As you did so, Bradley was then bombarded with little girls wanting their toys taken out of their packages. Moments later, he came ambling into the kitchen in search of scissors and box cutters before disappearing back into the living room. He most certainly had his work cut out for him.

Shaking your head, you started on the coffee, setting out two Christmas mugs while it brewed. You didn't worry about starting on breakfast, because Bradley would do that a little later, as he always did on Christmas morning and had since you'd known him.

Minutes later, you came back into the living room with two cups of hot coffee, with yours fixed as you liked it, and Bradley’s black. You laughed at the sight you were met with as you set his coffee on the end table beside him. He was seated on the couch, fumbling with Daisy’s baby doll box as he tried to free the doll without damaging it.

There was garbage all around his feet. Boxes and zip ties and instruction papers. He was extremely focused on the task at hand, tongue sticking out in concentration as he cut and tore at the box.

"Why do they make these things so damn hard to open?" He grumbled.

"Daddy said a bad word!" Grace exclaimed, concern written over her face.

You tried to hide your smile, looking down at your husband as he paused what he was doing. "You're right, I'm sorry," he apologized. Grace immediately forgot about the offense as she began playing with her toys again.

Finally, Bradley got the doll out of its packaging and handed it to Daisy, who promptly hugged it to her chest happily and went to play with her sisters. Bradley let out a breath, falling back against the couch once the last package was finished, but not before grabbing his warm mug of much-needed coffee.

"Always forget how much of a pain in the you-know-what packages are to open," he huffed out, and you only smiled.

"At least they're enjoying their toys." You curled into his side again, coffee clasped in your hands. For a few moments, you sat together, enjoying your coffee and watching the girls play.

"Well, guess I should go start on breakfast," he mused, reluctantly pulling away from you in order to head to the kitchen. As he did so, Caroline came rushing up to you, sitting in Bradley's previous spot.

She held her Barbie in hand, showing it to you. "Look at the pretty headband she has," she softly spoke, marveling at the intricate tiara in the Barbie’s hair.

You reached out to run a finger over the doll's head. "It's beautiful."

"Thank you for the gifts, Mommy," she reiterated, kissing your cheek. Always the polite one, and always the momma's girl.

You kissed her forehead, brushing some of her sleep-mussed hair aside and gazing into her beautiful face. Oh, how she looked like her father. "You're welcome, baby girl."

"I am hungry!" Daisy suddenly announced, standing in the middle of the living room. Directly following, you could hear her stomach growl.

Giggling softly, you stood, lifting her into your arms. At four, she was still small enough to be carried. But you knew in a few months you would no longer be able to do so, because a pregnant belly would get in the way.

"Let's go see what Daddy is making." You flounced into the kitchen, bouncing Daisy on your hip as you went, finding Bradley dutifully putting breakfast together, topped off with a red apron tied around him that had a Christmas tree embroidered into it.

Right at your heels were Grace and Caroline, curious as to what they would be having for breakfast. "Daddy, I wanna help," Grace announced, skipping up to him. Bradley smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling.

"Pull your stool over to stand on and you can help me all you want, baby doll."

Happily, she rushed to the corner of the kitchen, where a little red stool was placed, for occasions such as this. She carried it over, and once it was in place, stood proudly on top of it, eager to help her daddy with breakfast.

"Can we turn on some music?" Caroline asked as she sat at the kitchen table.

"We sure can," you told her, setting Daisy down before leaving the room. The record player Bradley had insisted you get when you were first married, sat in the living room, and beside it was a collection of vinyls. Your Christmas rotation was out currently, and you decided on a classic Nat King Cole Christmas album.

Once the music was playing, you rejoined your family in the kitchen, and the relaxed morning commenced, filled with more giggles, the sounds and scents of food cooking, and impatient children asking when breakfast would be ready.

You set the table while Bradley put the finishing touches on breakfast. You owned a special set of Christmas china that had belonged to his mother, used annually for this particular morning.

Once everything was set up, the five of you sat around the table to eat. The girls, anxious to resume playing with their toys, ate fast, so much so that you had to tell each of them to slow down.

"Mommy, can I go now?" Daisy asked you from across the table, eyes wide with anticipation.

"What do we say when we want to get up from the table?" Bradley asked her, raising an eyebrow. You were still in the process of teaching her proper table manners.

"Um..." She thought for a moment before a lightbulb went off. "Oh! May I be excused?"

"Yes, you may."

Then she was darting away from the table, dashing right back to the living room. The older girls both minded their manners, asking to be excused before running after their sister. Bradley looked at you then, a glimmer in his eyes. "You alright?" He asked, out of habit.

"Never better," you responded, rising from the table and pausing to kiss the top of his head before you began the project that was cleaning off the table. You left the dishes in the sink for later before heading to the living room together, ready to exchange gifts while the girls played.

You sat across from each other on the couch, legs crossed beneath you. A silly little tradition you'd started a few years back was writing cute nicknames on each name tag. Things like To: Mister, From: Missus, To: Beautiful, From: Handsome, and so on. It was cheesy, you knew, but you loved doing it.

The gifts he gave you were wonderful. A perfume you loved, a beautiful necklace with the birthstones of each of your children on the charms, a cozy sweater, and little bits and baubles he'd picked up in his travels with you in mind. You'd spoiled him with just as much, if not a little more.

Once all your gifts were exchanged, and thank yous spoken, you stopped him before he could clean up all the wrappings. "Wait, I have one more present," you murmured, gently grasping his wrist.

His eyes twinkled with curiosity as you rose from the couch. "One more? You've already spoiled me so much, darlin’," he stated, watching you flit across the living room, kneeling down to reach way behind the tree.

You emerged with that small box, wrapped so neatly in metallic paper. Bradley didn't miss the excitement in your eyes or the knowing smile on your face. He eyed you as you placed the box in his hand. "What did you do?" He asked, playfully suspicious.

You sat down across from him again, nodding at him. "Open it."

Gaze lingering on you for a moment longer, he then began tearing open the paper, a little too slow for your taste. In fact, you were certain he was opening it slowly on purpose.

But then, he lifted the lid, and the contents inside were revealed. He was silent as he tossed the paper aside. He looked down at the little box in his hand, and his fingers gingerly traced over the fabric of the little shoes.

You watched him, waiting for his reaction. When he finally looked back up at you, there were tears shining in his beautiful eyes. It was clear that he knew what it meant. “You’re pregnant?”

You smiled, your own eyes welling with tears. “I sure am.”

He glanced down at the shoes again before looking back up at you. "We get to have another one?" He whispered in awe. It made your heart clench in your chest as you nodded, your own eyes glossing over at how precious it all was.

He laughed then, airily, though the knot in his throat hindered it. "Another one." It was as if he couldn’t believe it.

"Yeah," you whispered, letting the tears slip down your cheeks then, freely and unabashedly. "Another one."

You watched this strong, beautiful man grow overcome with emotion in front of you, and he took you into his arms, crying quietly against your neck. However, the precious moment was interrupted by a little voice, riddled with concern.

"Mommy, Daddy, why are you crying?"

Together, you laughed and parted to look at a very fearful Grace. "Come here, baby," you said, patting your lap. At this point, the attention of Daisy and Caroline had also been called, and they both came wandering over quietly.

You wrapped your arms around Grace, turning slightly to face the other two girls as Bradley spoke. "We're crying happy tears. Mommy is going to have another baby."

At his words, the faces of your daughters lit up. "A baby?" Caroline whispered, eyes wide as saucers.

"Yes, a baby."

She began clapping in excitement then, while Daisy climbed up onto the couch, taking a spot in Bradley’s lap. "Where is the baby?" She curiously asked. Her father smiled, leaning down to rest his chin on her little shoulder.

"The baby is in Mommy's tummy."

It was her turn to grow wide-eyed, and she gasped, crawling over to you. She touched her hand to your stomach, not even showing yet. "In here?"

"Yes, safe and warm," you gently said.

"When will it come out?"

"In about nine months."

You sat there for a while, talking to your three awestruck daughters, and answering their childlike questions. You glanced up at Bradley in the midst of it all, and you found him gazing at you with such adoration, you were almost brought to tears again.

"I love you," he sincerely spoke over the hushed voices of your children. He couldn't imagine a better person to be the mother of his children. He would never understand how he'd gotten so lucky. If only his mom and dad could see him now. They’d be so proud.

"And I love you."

That Christmas went down as one of the sweetest Christmases you'd ever experienced as a family. You knew you would never forget the joy it had brought, and you were eternally thankful that you had been so blessed with a wonderful husband and three, soon-to-be-four, precious daughters. You would never take those blessings for granted, that was for certain. 

(As it would turn out, you would soon find out that you were expecting another girl, giving Bradley the permanent title of Girl Dad.)

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[roosterbruiser]

I'M SORRY MILLIE

A JAKE FEAST AND BRADLEY KISS

I'm seated

your boyfriend is holding you tight against his body, his palms rough on the underside of your thighs as he holds your quivering legs open. you're a mess--writhing, panting, keening, moaning, crying.

on his knees before you, situated very comfortably between your legs, is Jake. he's lapping at your cunt like a starved man--wrapping his lips around your clit and pressing his rigid tongue into your opening, reaching up to tweak your nipples. he's watching you through his lashes, watching the way he makes you feel. and he hasn't ever been harder than he is now: going down on you--Rooster's girlfriend.

Rooster is hard, too, still fully clothed as he secures you against his body. but you can feel how uncomfortably hard he is, his erection pressing into the flesh of your ass.

"good girl," Bradley coos, taking a quivering breath when you dig your nails into his thighs. "fuck, is that good, baby?"

nodding rapidly, you moan out. pleasure is engulfing your body like boiling water--you feel like your skin is going to sizzle off.

"c'mere," Bradley pants, releasing one of your thighs to grab hold of your chin.

he smashes his lips against yours, muffles your moans against his lips. and because Jake likes to tease, he laps at you ravenously--hardly giving you room to breathe as he helps you chase that high, placing his open palm on your thigh to replace Bradley's grip.

"fuck," you cry against Bradley's lips. "Bradley, please, I--!"

"cry to him," Bradley insists, nodding to Jake.

Jake's cock throbs at the words.

"Jake," you whine, entire body taut as you screw your eyes shut and squeeze your fists close. "please--God, fuck, please make me cum."

Jake likes you--obviously--has always crushed on you a little bit. so imagine his surprise that he was invited here tonight to act out one of yours and Bradley's mutual fantasies. when this all started, he was sure the this was his one shot to get with you--but now that he sees you here, desperate and whining, bucking your hips against his mouth and chin while Bradley watches the both of you with hooded eyes and red cheeks, Jake knows he's more than proved himself worthy.

"whatcha think, Bradshaw?" Jake asks, momentarily moving away from your core to nibble on the sensitive skin of your thighs.

"don't I always give her what she wants?" Bradley asks, licking his lips.

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[roosterscockpit]

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader p. 19

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Hey babes! I hope you are all enjoying the story so far! Your feedback and interactions are always appreciated! Thank you all for being here and giving me your support. 🥹I love you all! ❤️Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

A/n: Where is Bradley? Why hasn't he texted or called us yet? Is he okay? Is he just nervous? I hope he comes back soon. Isn't he thinking about you and Leia? Doesn't he miss you girls? At least you get to visit Mav today! It's Leia's first time at the hangar!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: cursing and so much LOVE my heart FUCKING EXPLODED 🥰

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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It was the next day and you were getting ready to head over to Mav’s. You wanted to be polite, so you made your famous, chocolate fudge brownies as a dessert for after dinner. Just as you changed into your clothes the oven timer went off. You went to turn off the oven and you took them out. “Perfect.” They smelled so good. You loaded Leia into the car along with the brownies and Mav’s sign that Leia made for him. You were about to pull out when Leia yelled at you.

“Momma wait! I wanna bring my daddy’s wings to show papa Mav!”

You looked at her unbuckling herself in the rearview mirror, “Where did you leave them, baby?” You weren't really paying attention to what your daughter had implied. What she had planned, you just went with the conversation without thinking about what she really had said to you. It didn't register.

“In my secret spot! I'll be back.” She jumped down and ran into the house to retrieve them. 

After 5 minutes she returned back to the car. She buckled herself back in, “I got them!”

It was a 30-minute drive to Mav’s hangar. It resided right outside the Naval base. The big metal doors were open so you drove right in. You parked your car off to the side away from his P-51 Mustang. It was such a beautiful plane. You remember back in college when he took you up in it for the first time when you and Bradley came down to visit him. It was the coolest experience of your life. 

Mav came out from the housing he had within the hangar. He had an apron on and was holding a spatula. “Hey you’re early!”

Leia ran up to him with his poster. “I brought it, Maaav!”

He gave her a kiss on top of her head, “Thank you so much, sweetheart!” 

“We had to make sure papa Mav was going to be on time for his bedtime.” You were carrying over the brownies and you hugged Mav and gave him the brownies as he laughed. 

She lifted up her pin to Mav. “Look! I have wings!” She had a big smile on her face.

Mav looked at her confused. “Where did you get those, sweetheart? Did you find that on the floor?” Mav was so confused. He was looking around him to see if he had dropped some more pins.

You gulped and your eyes went wide, “oh shit…”

Leia held them up higher to Mav, “No they’re my daddy’s! He’s a pilot like you, Mav!”

Maverick looked at you with a really confused look on his face, “Y/n… who’s wings are those?” He narrowed his eyes at you his mouth slightly open. 

You looked down and started to bite your lip, “Oh um. Mav.”

“Y/n. I asked you. Who’s wings are those?” He was serious, he stepped closer to you. Narrowing his eyes more at you. 

You looked up at Mav and your breath stuttered, you're about to speak. You looked over to the door that Mav had just emerged from.

And then an all too familiar raspy voice saved you, “They’re mine, Mav.” Bradley came from the same door as Mav, he wiping his hands on a dish rag. “Those are my wings.” He gulped. He looked at you and then at Leia. 

You were frozen. There he stood, was this a dream? Your throat got dry. There he was, tanner from the last time you saw him, his rosy cheeks burned from the sun, hair falling perfect even though it was a little messy, his aviators sliding down his nose, his famous Hawaiian shirt, but this time he wore a long sleeve under. He was like a dream. A sexy hot fucking dream. A sexy dream that was here and alive.

Mav stood there with one hand on his hip the other holding the brownies, “You mean to tell me this whole time, you and Rooster had a child and no one cared to share it with me.” He looked at Leia, “Did you know this too?” 

She shook her head no. “Well, what the heck!” He was speechless. “I mean this is great! I’m feeling so many emotions, I'm so confused.” He looked at you both amazed. He held his arms out and hugged the both of you. “I always knew this was going to happen. Penny owes me $50.” He laughed. “I will give you all your time.” He walked back through the door behind Bradley. 

He walked back through the doors laughing and talking to himself, "What are the freaking odds?"

You looked at Bradley and then over to Leia. Your daughter was never one to be shy, but at this moment she was super shy. She held the wings close to her and was looking down at the floor. She would look up slightly from time to time at Bradley and smile. But she kept her head down.

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 [I was listening to a thousand years the original and pt.2 while writing this part, I sobbed y’all. Enjoy.]

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You stepped towards Bradley and tears filled your eyes, "Hi." You smiled up at him.

He smiled back at you and started to blush more than he already was, "Hey, sweetheart."

You held his hand and ran your thumb over it, “Would you like to meet your daughter?”

Bradley took a deep breath. He walked up to Leia and got on one knee in front of her. 

“Hi Leia, do you remember me from the beach?” He took off his glasses and tried to meet your daughter's gaze but she was glued to the floor.

Leia nodded, “I do… Hi Bradley.” She looked up at him slowly and smiled. 

“I have a present for you, baby.” He got up and walked over to his bag and grabbed a little toy plane. He knelt back down to her. He had the plane behind his back. “I have a super cool gift that I’ve kept for a long time.” He pulled the plane from behind his back. “This is an F-14 Tomcat. My dad gave me this when I was a kid. I took very good care of it. Do you think you could take care of it for me, sweetheart?”

She took the plane gently from his hand and nodded, “I promise to take very good care of it.”

He pulled her in close and whispered in her ear. Leia started to giggle. Bradley pulled away and laughed. “That stays between you and me, okay?” Leia nodded and stepped back. 

He smiled back at her. “So I heard you have something for me?” He rested his arms on his knee and leaned closer to her. 

“I have your wings…” she was holding them to her chest. “I took very good care of them when you were gone.” She opened her little hands and there was his pin.

Bradley smiled and put his hand on her hip and pulled her closer to him. “That was so sweet of you to do that for me, sweetheart.”

Leia stepped closer to him and put her hands out for him to take the wings. “I told momma that I would keep them safe until you got back so I could give them back to you.” She gestured for Bradley to take them.

Bradley gently grabbed them from her hands and looked at them. He smiled and rubbed Leia’s arm. “Thank you so much for doing that for me, sweetie.” He looked at his pin and held them to his chest. “You took such great care of them. They’re better than when I left them.” He grabbed Leia’s hand, “I thought about you every second I was gone.”

Leia looked at him and blushed, “I thought of you too.” She was still shy.

Bradley pulled her in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around her slowly and held onto her so tight. She hugged him back and laid on his shoulder. “I missed you so much, sweetheart. I'm glad to be here with you now.” 

He closed his eyes tight holding in the tears. “I really couldn’t wait to meet you, Leia. And now that you’re here, I wanted to let you know that I love you so much. I hope mommy reminded you every day. You mean everything to me.” 

She started to cry, Bradley cupped her cheek and wiped away her tears. “Don’t cry, baby. Daddy’s here and I’m not going anywhere.” 

She jumped into his arms crying. Bradley just held her and rubbed her back, “Shhhhh baby. Daddy’s got you.” He picked her up and rocked and bounced her while rubbing her back and then holding her head to his. “Daddy’s always got you, sweetheart.” He held her so tight. Another memory to stain his mind. 

You cried at their interaction. If you would have told yourself this was going to happen when you found out you were pregnant, you would have called yourself stupid. But here it was, happening. The day you had always dreamed of. Your baby girl meeting her dad and him being so loving the moment he laid eyes on her. Your heart felt so whole, it felt like it was going to explode. You couldn’t take it. You walked over to both of them. Bradley looked over to you still embracing your daughter. You got up on your tippy toes, you put your hand behind his head, and slowly and gently pulled him to you. You kissed him taking in everything. Your heart exploded at that moment. He was here, with you and your daughter. You pulled apart from him and he smiled at you. “I love you so much, y/n.” You looked up at him and caressed his cheek, “I love you, Bradley Bradshaw.” 

Leia got down from Bradley’s arms. She was smart, she just knew. She gave her mom and dad their moment. Plus, she would get to have her dad forever. She slowly walked over to the door of Mav’s house and went to go be with him.

Bradley pulled you in by the waist. “Is this real?” He ducked his head down to place his forehead on yours. “Are you really here, y/n?” He cupped your cheeks, “You are so beautiful, baby.” He kissed your face all over. “I was scared I was never going to see your beautiful face ever again.” He looked at you in awe, a tear streaming from the inner corner of his eye. You wiped it away.

“I’m here Bradley.” You said in a soft whisper.

You looked deeply into his eyes. He picked you up and spun you around taking in your scent. He let you down he looked at you and shook your head, “You are perfect, y/n.” He tucked your hair behind both of your ears and pulled you in for another kiss. This one is longer and deeper. All the emotions that have been building up, all into one kiss. He was yours, in this moment he was all yours. 

He pulled back, “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you!” He yelled the last one. You both giggled together. “God! I fucking love you.” His heart was racing, you could feel it. “I’m the luckiest man in the world. I have a beautiful daughter and a beautiful girl.” You felt butterflies. Did he really mean what he is saying? Did he really want this? Us? You smiled at him, you had no words. 

Mav peeked his head out, “Hey love birds, dinner is ready!” 

Bradley had his hand out to guide you to the door. “After you.” He bowed a little. 

“Hang on a second here.” You placed a hand on his chest. “When did you and him become besties again?” You cocked your head to the side narrowing your eyes at him.

“That's a story for another time, y/n. Your brownies are calling my name!” He kissed you and ran ahead of you.

“Bradshaw!” You ran after him and he ran through the door and you were right behind him. 

After dinner, Mav gave Leia a tour of his hangar while you and Bradley trailed behind slowly. Bradley had his hands in his pockets and you had your arm looped into his. You laid on his shoulder and took in his presence and scent. This felt like a dream. You two watched as Mav showed your overly excited daughter around. She was making noises as she flew the plane Bradley gave her around. Leia was jumping around as she held Mav’s hand. She was so fascinated by all his memorabilia from the Navy. Mav stopped and put his helmet on Leia’s head.

“Hey! That’s a good look on you, sweetheart!” He knelt down in front of her and held onto the helmet. Mesmerization flooded his eyes as you and Bradley looked on. “Hang on right here, Leia.” He patted his helmet and opened his locker. He looked at a picture and pulled it out slowly. He was smiling with tears in his eyes. “Bradley, y/n, come here.”

Still looking at the picture, the two of you made it over. Mav looked at Bradley handing him the little picture with a smile on his face. Bradley took his hands from his pockets and you unlooped your arm. Bradley stepped towards Mav and grabbed the picture. 

Bradley started to smile. “No way.” He laughed a little bit and brought the picture closer to his eyes to look at. “Man, this was so long ago.”

“Leia come here, sweetheart.” Bradley called over while still looking at the picture. He knelt down and put the picture up by her head. “Y/n, look at this.” He looked up at you smiling.

You came closer to examine the picture. “Smile, baby girl.” Bradley told Leia. She started to smile really big. Bradley grabbed your hand as you came closer. “Does she look familiar?” He chuckled.

You got really close and saw that the little picture was of Bradley when he was around Leia’s age. He was wearing Goose’s helmet and smiling. 

“Oh my gosh…” you were smiling and covering your mouth.

“She’s your twin, Rooster.” Mav patted his back and knelt next to him. Bradley gave him the picture back and Mav kept looking between the picture and Leia. “She looks exactly like you.” Then Mav looked at you, “And I can’t believe I said she was a copy and paste of you… she is literally him!” He pointed at Leia. 

You shrugged your shoulders, “I told ya, Mav. She is Bradley Junior.” 

Leia came around by Mav and took the picture from his hands. “That’s your daddy when he was your age, Leia.” 

She looked at Bradley and smiled. “Why does the helmet say Goose?” Bradley opened his arms and Leia came to him. She sat on his lap while he was squatting. 

“Goose was my dad’s call sign.” He placed his hand on her leg and patted it.

 “Where is Goose? Will I get to meet him too?” Bradley gave a small smile to your daughter and sighed. “Sweetheart, you won’t be able to meet him. But we can visit him and I can tell you so many cool stories about him.” He patted Mav’s helmet which was still on her head.

“Okay.” She smiled at Bradley. She wrapped her arm around Bradley’s neck, “Do you have pictures of Goose?” Bradley placed his hand on her belly before standing up. “I don’t have any with me, but I know Mav has some.”

He grabbed her hand and walked her over to the workbench where Mav had his helmet on. Leia took his helmet off and held onto it. Bradley picked her up so she could look at the pictures. He was pointing to all of the pictures that Mav had on his wall explaining who everyone was in them. 

“That is Goose. That is my dad, Leia.” 

She smiled, “You look like Goose.” 

Bradley nodded. “This is my mom, her name was Carole.” He got close to Leia’s ear and whispered, “she was the coolest mom ever. Don’t tell mommy.” Leia nodded at Bradley and zipped her lips and threw away the key. 

“That’s Mav when he was younger with my dad.” He looked around and pointed, “These pictures are from when I played sports as a kid and when I joined the Navy.” 

Leia looked at the board of pictures, “Is that picture you and Mav during the mission?” She pointed to the middle picture of them holding onto each other and smiling. 

“Yes. Yes, it is.” She looked around some more, “That’s you and momma!” It was one from when the two of you graduated from University. Mav had taken a picture of the two of you with your degrees. 

Mav came to stand with you. “He’s a natural with her, isn’t he?” You kept looking at the two of them while they bonded over pictures, “He sure is.” You started to feel the redness creeping into your cheeks and ears. Mav patted your back and threw his arm over your shoulder to hold you closer. “He's going to be a great dad. He's a great kid. He’s exactly like Goose.”

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I have no words. 🥹 My heart feels so full and I hope yours is too! I am so happy rn. 😭 Now that the cat is out of the bag, what will the future hold for you? So besties, should I leave the story here or would you like to see more? Let me know! ❤️ I'll see you in the next part, maybe! 😉🫶🏼

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[notroosterbradshaw]

slow dancing in a burning room - one

word count: 5.3k

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, smut, fluff.

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

prologue << please read this first.

six weeks earlier.

You had only just stepped out of the shower when you heard the apartment door slam. As Bradley’s heavy footsteps entered your bedroom, you sighed and started towelling your hair.

“Love, you here?”

Popping yourself out of the ensuite, you gave him a gentle smile as he sat on the bed, loosening his boots and socks, and lining them up neatly, the socks both naturally landing perfectly in the hamper as he tossed them. “Do I dare ask how today went or should I just stay in there a while longer?” you teased, thumbing towards the bathroom but weren’t really in the mood for another evening of Bradley’s bad mood with Maverick’s return.

It was early, thankfully he wasn’t kept back like he had been the last few days. He’d come home like a bear with a headache each evening, and as much as you loved him, you were growing wary of him returning home to play ‘guess Bradley’s mood!’, his internalising, the deep loathing. You weren’t sure how to help him aside from distracting him and trying to help him feel good. Things were strange, not between the two of you, but he was a little rougher, shorter, a little gruffer… and for a few days, you were incredibly turned on about it. But you’d be lying to say it was just leaving you a little on edge.

He could only shrug as you fastened your robe around yourself and approached him. “Better, worse, same,” he admitted as you stood before him and caressed his rosy cheeks, leaning down to kiss constellations of freckles around his hairline. He looked up with a faint grin, a pleased hum escaping his lips. “Hi. Missed you today.”

You twirled his perfectly styled tendrils around your fingers, the strands of sun-kissed hair soft under your touch. “Missed you too, handsome.”

He huffed a tired chuckle, his hands coming to rest on your hips, his head resting on your belly, you could hear him take a deep inhale before looking up to meet your eyes. His stealthy palms moved to the belt of your robe and slowly pulled it wide, your beautiful body all curves and soft skin on display for him. The same visceral response he always had; your body called to him in ways no one else had before. 

He bobbed and kissed between your ribs, his large hands disappearing under the terry towel material to your ass, his touch light and pulling you to his lap. “Come here, sweet girl,” he said, his exhaustion evident in his voice. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, centring himself against your skin. “Home,” he said so faintly you almost missed it.

Your heart lurched. Sometimes you wondered if he meant to say things like that out loud, but he was never embarrassed if you heard him. Your nimble fingers started to make light work of his khaki shirt, strained over his broad chest and shoulders. Hands drifting to his waist and quiet giggle as you tickled him, you withdrew the hem from his slacks, your hands bunching the material as he reached for a lingering kiss. Your tongue tenderly traced his full lips as he smiled, gratefully deepening the motion, his arms tightening around you.

“Really missed me, huh?” his voice a little rough.

“Sue me, the khaki sure is something…” you murmured against his jaw.

“Despises the Navy but fuckin’ butter for the uniform,” he goaded with a tsk.

“I like your flight suit too. You just don’t wear it home as much,” you confided as he chuckled louder, his head lolling with joy and you’d swear it was the heartiest laugh he’d revealed all week. 

“You don’t need me coming home reeking like jet fuel and sweat, sweet girl,” he admitted.

Buttons finally all undone, you pushed the khaki from his shapely shoulders. “I know the push-ups have been hell, but Jesus boy…” you fingered the ribbons of bugling muscle as he kept his steadfast gaze on you and surprised him by pushing him back on the bed, he landed with a huff. “I really am the luckiest,” you said as he propped himself to his elbows as you undid his belt and painstakingly, delicately downed the zip. He willingly raised his hips as you took his boxers with his slacks.

Bold and truly on display, Bradley Bradshaw was a delight to the senses. If someone asked you to describe him, you weren’t sure where you'd start – 

He waved to regain your attention. “Where are you? You’re like a million miles away,” he asked, his lips quirking in amusement.

“Lost in you,” you slipped out before you could stop it.

He held out his calloused palm and you took his hand, crawling up the bed. You straddled his tummy, tracing the peaks and ridges of his abs and ribcage. “Good,” he pushed the robe away and pulled you to him, skin to skin.

“Are you good, sweetheart?” you asked, quietly.

“Today was okay,” he admitted.

“And Mav is still in one piece?”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

“Great! That covers our Maverick discussion for the evening,” you announced as he frowned. “We’re not talking about him tonight,” you reiterated as he nodded.

“Fair. Never wanna talk about that motherfucker,” he breathed. “So, let’s just stop talking,” he gave you that gentle smirk, his tongue running over his lips before kissing you to shut you up. He knew how worried about him you were, but Pete Mitchell was a situation he could handle.

Albeit, he knew he was coping pretty shitty at this point. His rage was completely out of check, he felt he was running on adrenaline - and the worst part? No one in the squad knew. He knew he was coming across as a petulant asshole in classes and worse, in the air. But he was dealing with it as well as he could. He knew he was not his usual self. But he was doing everything he could to not bring work home to you. He knew that wasn’t working either… but it was only another few weeks of training with Mav, getting on the boat, being or not being a part of the mission, and get the fuck back home. Move into your new home together and start living the rest of your lives without Peter fucking Mitchell.

But it wasn’t just Mav... the more he’d started to learn about the mission parameters, the more anxious he got and it was only compounded by seeing Mav every day. There was also the fact he didn’t know how to tell you how dangerous this all was. It didn’t compare to a single thing he’d done in his life before. 

It was weighing on him.

“Kiss me. Put that pretty mouth to use,” you told him with a hint of demand as he chuckled, pulling your thigh into his palm and rolling you so he was hovering above you. You adored his body weight on you, the strong muscle and his bulk comforted you.

“Yes, ma’am,” he muttered quietly as he kissed your nose, his soft lips slowly making their way around your face as your eyes fluttered closed and he took his opportunity to kiss your closed eyelids. He loved you wholly and knew he’d work hard every single day for taking a chance and falling in love with him.

He smiled against your skin as you giggled gently beneath him. You were overcome with his attention to you, his sweet kisses just making your head spin. Your head fell back and you laced your fingers in his sort waves. You didn’t think you’d ever felt this more in love with anyone in your entire life. 

As he nibbled your earlobe, he whispered, “I love you, sweet girl.”

You cupped his face, eyes opening to his handsome face. “I love you too, Bradley Bradshaw. Come on, make love to me, big boy. Been needing you all day.”

He nodded softly, adjusting his hard cock between you, hard, proud and wanting. “I’ll give you whatever you want,” he whispered, quite content to just make out. You'd never be able to fully translate how good a kisser Bradley was. At first, his moustache was a thing. You’d admit it, it tickled, and you had to find ways to hide the irritable rash that came with hours in his embrace. “You good and wet for me?” 

“Always.”

“Good,” he said decisively as he kissed you, his lean, strong body caging as you welcomed him between your legs, his cock pressing impatiently into your core but he dared not enter. “You’re so soft, so sexy. All mine,” he grunted as he tangled his legs with yours. His palm cascaded down your side and crudely open you to him, his long finger skimming your labia, skirting across soft skin and tenderly pushing within you as you sighed, blissfully. He grinned at his favourite sound in the world (a close second was the roar of his jet) and kissed you again. “I really could have you anytime I wanted, couldn’t I?”

Pulling his face to yours, you replied, “You tell anyone what my body does around you and I’ll deny it.” 

He laughed loudly. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, baby. If it makes you feel any better,” he admitted, lowering his voice. “You know you’ve got me on a string, chasin’ you round like a little puppy.”

You smiled as he grinned back. “A manly puppy,” you replied smartly. He shook his head and adjusted his cock, swiftly pressing in in retaliation, filling you up fully as you writhed in pleasure below him. “Oh, sweet Jesus.”

“Sweet Bradley,” he corrected you rolled your eyes, a mix of irritation and sheer pleasure and he rolled his hips that way that made you cry out.

“So fuckin’ good,” you managed as he wrapped his arms under you, raising your hips and changing the angle just enough for you to moan together. 

“Okay?” he pressed his lips to your throat, his tongue tracing and leaving its mark. You could only groan his name in response. 

“God, I love you,” you confided. “I love you so much, Bradley.”

And Jesus, did he know. He’d never felt so content thinking about forever. Sure he’d had a girlfriend here and there, never any long-term, more one-night stands than he’d ever care to admit, and dated plenty. But none of them made him feel like this. Like he was with the person he was supposed to live the rest of his days with. The thought excited him more than anything else. Someone to build a life and a family with. Maybe marry (although he wasn’t entirely sure where you stood on that matter. At Harvard's wedding a few months back, you’d slipped and talked about ‘our wedding’, which he downplayed but knew that when you said the word... he’d give you everything). But a life together consumed him. He never used to be like this, but he’d never met anyone like you either. 

The girl down the street who had a schoolgirl teen crush on him in high school that grew up and grew into the woman he’d come to love unconditionally. It was an added bonus that you were his friend first, so fucking smart, hilarious, and self-deprecating occasionally. He adored you.

And dear God, so fucking hot. You didn’t know how gorgeous you were, but Bradley knew he was batting well above his average with you on his arm. 

His hips ground into you punishingly slow, taking every ounce you were giving back as you met his thrusts, he was so hard and begging for his relief. He wanted to cum so dreadfully, but you still hadn’t and there was no way he would before you. He moved away from your mouth and looked down where your bodies met, his skilled fingers sweeping circles on your pained clit. Your body shook beneath his as he begged you to let go.

When your pussy started to throb, he could swear he saw stars, the drag of his cock thundering, wanting you to milk him for all he had. He groaned low, his head was thrown back as your core drenched his begging cock. “Fuck, you’re so good to me,” he managed to get out as your beautiful body shuddered, he was so deep within you and you knew he was so close, hard and heavy. He needed his release, and you were only too happy to deliver.

His hips roared into you, pace heady as your orgasm dragged out his and he palmed your breast, tongue swirling your nipple wanting more as you writhed below him, the pleasure now too much in your post-orgasm glow and you brought his panting mouth to yours, hungry, wet kisses covering each other as he came with a growl. He spilled into you and before long, he stuttered to a close, his lips kissing your face and caressing your breasts, his tongue lapping at his bite marks and leaving delicate kisses in the places that stung.

For a moment, he lay on you, gathering himself, peppering tender kisses along your clavicle as he came down from his high and breathed deeply. “I never want to move,” he teased as you raised an eyebrow and watched as he reached for his discarded undershirt, gathering it between you both as he pulled out and you leaked the proof of your lovemaking all over the bed. He tenderly tidied you up before doing the same and discarding the shirt to the floor. He gave you a tender kiss and helped you wrap yourself back up in your robe, his body resting tenderly against yours, keeping you close and warm.

“You’re very good at that, Bradley,” you said, absolutely 100% fucked out just like he liked it.

He laughed quietly, raising his knuckles to dab. “I got a very good partner.”

That exhaustion from the day reared its head again as you yawned as he played with your fingers against his strong chest. “Wanna go for a drive?” Bradley said a while later.

“Dinner or something?” you could go with dinner. Workout done; your stomach growled on command. He chuckled quietly.

“…or something. Then dinner,” he said a faint smile ghosting across his striking features. You shrugged. You didn’t have anywhere else to be. You shrieked as you were suddenly pulled to your feet and into Bradley’s arms. “I don’t know how to say it, and I hope it never becomes redundant, but I love you.”

You would never be tired of his sweet, honest words. “Knock it off, Shakespeare,” you teased as he blushed a little. “Me too, baby. You are the love of my life.”

And as always, Bradley’s gift of the gab single-handedly brought you to your knees as you pretended to lose your footing, faint. He chuckled, catching up and smothered your face with his soft kisses. “Never leave me.”

“Never.”

“And this would be our room,” Bradley smiled, opening the door to the master bedroom, the setting sun leaving the last hits of gold on the wooden floorboards as you followed him in. This is where your evening drive brought you: to his parent’s house he’d finally go the keys to and couldn’t wait to discover through your eyes.

He couldn’t remember a lot about the home, he remembered spending time at the beach with his mother, maybe faintly his dad playing the piano in the living room. He recalled photos of it, and maybe his memories were blurred because of it. But he remembered mornings when his dad was off work, and he’d sneak in as an early-rising three-year-old to creep between his parents and go back to sleep before Carole would make her men their favourite banana pancakes for breakfast.

Bradley sighed. He didn’t recall having banana pancakes much after his dad died.

He watched your every step, watching your brain work and considering what could be done with the room, the house, the kitchen you absolutely, fucking despised. He’d never seen you turn your nose up at something so quickly, it was hilarious to bear witness. Then your grin when you said you were going to enjoy taking a sledgehammer to that room the most. He liked that deviousness in you.

“My God, it’s huge,” you said, a little overwhelmed.

“Thank you,” he joked as you rolled your eyes, pulling you into his arms and burying his face into the curve of your neck, his silken tongue dragging across your jaw. “So… what do you think? Can you imagine growing old here?” he murmured into your skin and eyes peering up at you, shyly.

Hopefully. Desperately.

“You let me destroy that kitchen and the guest bathroom downstairs and I’ll be here forever,” you said, taking in his delicious lips and drawing his mouth to yours, your hand slipping to the front of his jeans, a rough grope of his cock jolting his entire body awake.

“Wow, easy there tiger,” he huffed a laugh, appreciating your initiation. “Jesus, that feels so good,” he admitted as your palm continued to grasp him.

“Wanna christen the place?” you asked curiously as he quirked an eyebrow.

“Fuckin’ A. Yes,” he chuckled quietly. “But there isn’t any furniture yet – ”

“I don’t care,” you told him, guiding him by the hand to the bay window, the sheer curtains wafting with the gentle breeze from the ocean. He saw where you were gazing, the reflection of late afternoon gold on the waves. “Beautiful view, huh?” he asked his voice dropping to sinful levels, thinking you’d been enraptured by the ocean.

You simply shrugged as he watched you raise your dress over your head and drop it at his feet, strapless bra covering your breasts and a barely-there thong.

“Oh. I…” He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry and words lost to the air as he watched you unclasp your bra and slip off your underwear. “Love....”

“Gonna join me?” you asked, not nervous, not feeling on display, but feeling the radiation of Bradley’s desire washing over you. He nodded dumbly, letting his necessary ceremonial Hawaiian shirt hit the floor and slinging his wifebeater off with it.

He reached for the buckle on his belt. But not before one last request. “Make sure you’re good and wet for me, love,” he looked down to unlace his boots and remove his socks, almost choking as he gazed back up to see your hands flit around your breasts, tweaking your nipples and a moan so sinful he could come right then and there. “Keep going, don’t let me stop you,” he smartened up, his arrogance that the show was just for him, his jeans at his ankles and he kicked them away, leaving him and his strained half-hard cock in his boxer briefs. Pushing them away from his hips and dropping them to the floor, he stroked himself, growing in his zealous, calloused palm and moved to you quickly.

“Hey, roomie,” you whispered as he peered down to watch you touch yourself.

“Please don’t stop,” he grunted, taking your wrist and guiding it, and not letting your hand leave your pained clit. “Fuck, that’s so beautiful.”

“I need you, Bradley,” you told him.

“I know, sweet girl,” he said softly as he watched you get to your knees. “Oh, baby, you don’t need to – ”

You raised a finger to silence him. “But I want to.”

It was something he’d never deny you. You were so giving when you went down on him, and he would never turn you down because it gave you the power and he loved when you were in control. Of course, you consumed his mind, body and soul so it was just an extension of that, but he simply could not get enough.

“Love, I’m gonna cum real fast,” Bradley said pained as your warm inviting tongue swirled around his head, tasting him on your tongue. He sighed, digging his heels into the floorboards, desperately keeping his balance as he watched his cock disappear in the back of your throat. “My sweet girl, you deserve an award. No one has ever given me head like you do. It’s better,” he strangled out, his body shuddering. “It’s better every time,” he had to laugh when you gazed up and gave him a comical wink before returning to the task at hand. He swept your hair from your eyes and cupped your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. 

The teasing and taunting had gotten too much, and he grasped your jaw just that little bit tighter as his hips stuttered. You had taken him so deep, you probably had never gone down on him as devoutly as this, and he’d never felt so turned on. 

“Baby, really,” he grunted. “I’m gonna paint the back of that beautiful mouth of yours. Tell me if you don’t want it - ” he muttered. God, you loved when he spoke to you like that. It wasn’t often, but when that carnal part of him escaped, it only made you want to please him further.

You contemplated him like he hung the moon. A whine escaped as your pretty lips and hummed around his raging cock, and he had to remember to breathe. He watched your fingers disappear and you touched yourself again, your chest rising and falling as you felt your orgasm tempting to push you over the edge. There was something incredible about seeing Bradley so turned on. The power Bradley Bradshaw had over your body was truly astonishing. And the dirty talk? Jesus fuck, the sexiness never seemed to end with him.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so beautiful when you touch yourself, love,” he strained, his abs clenching and he maintained his balance, his powerful quads taking the brunt of the assault. “Are you gonna cum for me too?” he begged. You nodded but refused to release him and started to cry out, your body exploding, and he could hardly stand it, your body quaking and dear god did he love the magic your body performed when you gave in and let yourself release like that. He knew he was gonna lose your mouth on him as you lost your train of thought to your pleasure. He held himself steadfast as you struggled to stay with him, gripping his hamstrings to keep yourself on your knees. “I can’t – I have to – ” he tensed as he fucked your mouth roughly and he jerked himself thick, salty and deep in your delicious, slippery willing mouth. “Jesus Christ,” he hissed as you continued to swallow him down, the sensitivity just too much for him as he grunted low and ragged. “Take it all, love. That’s my sweet, sweet girl,” he gasped, as he forced the last thrusts out, a low grunt and he spilled into your heavenly mouth. 

He palmed your cheek and tenderly wiped away your stray tear with his thumb as you swallowed satisfied. He pulled you to your feet, kissing you silly, tasting himself on your tongue. He held your jaw, his long fingers slinking into your mussed hair and deepening the kiss as he kept you on your feet. 

He was so fucking proud of you.

God, you made him feel so fucking delirious, he just didn’t realise how lucky he was. “Sometimes I don’t think you understand how much I love you,” he said, his tongue tracing your lips. “Each day I think I couldn’t love you more and then you remind me that I’ll always be capable of loving you so much again,” he gently chewed your bottom lip in his gleaming teeth and kissed you again, soft and tender.

You smiled up at him, your small, soft hands caressing his strong sides, encouraged. “It’s wild, right? I feel the same,” was all you could manage, giggles bubbling as he couldn’t resist and laughed with you.

“There’s like 13 other rooms with still have to baptise, love,” Bradley hinted with a tease. “You got another round in you? You’ve already been so good to me tonight. I understand if you’re done...”

You didn’t know what it said about you, but you were always capable of another round with Bradley. He may have been the elite, but he took you with him every time. “I’m okay,” you promised. 

“Good,” he smiled, taking a seat and laying on the floor, opening his arms for you to join him. You lay across his chest and he covered you with his discarded shirt. “We got time,” he said as you lay your head on Bradley’s clammy chest and he twirled your hair in his fingers, giving you all the adoration in the world. “That was the sexiest thing you have ever done for me. Watching you finger yourself… bordered on obscene. I’m beginning to think you have this little deviant side within you that you have yet to fully embrace. You about to 50 Shades me?” he asked jovially.

“Not tonight,” you laughed. “Unless you want me to?” you said so straight-faced that he looked up, eyes bulging as the room continued to darken and your eyes danced full of mirth, giving you away as he chuckled and relaxed back. 

He couldn’t resist and replied, “I will try anything once.”

“Colour me surprised,” though you really were not surprised. “I guess I just don’t feel as shy with you as I used to. I am not stupid, I know you’ve had a lot more sex with me, but I want to please you, Bradley,” you said the last part cautiously.

“I’m glad you’re comfy, sweet girl. But I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to prove anything to me.”

“Well, yeah… but I know I’m probably not the most adventurous sex you’ve had either.” Uh oh.

He shrugged. “Untrue, but that is neither here nor there for me.”

“Am I boring?” you asked, suddenly very exposed as he shook his head sincerely. Panic washed over you as you tried to sit up as he sighed, and tenderly cast you back against his chest. He kissed your hair soothingly.

“No, love. You’re fucking perfect. I am extremely satisfied, trust me.”

“If you’re not, you’d tell me, right?” you asked, kind of worried about his answer still, as he sighed, shaking his head.

“Love, don’t get in your head. I’ve had sex. Some I remember, some I don’t. You? Every kiss, touch, caress. You’re the only person I want to be with. Sex is different now. It means something. That’ll always be the most important thing to me.”

You tried not to feel too smug; he surely had a way to make you feel like the only person that mattered. Bradley Bradshaw truly had the gift of the gab.

“You’re the last person I want to have sex with – think you haven’t ruined me for anyone else by now?”

You rolled over and smirked at him. “Jesus, Bradley Bradshaw. That is a line.”

“What?” he couldn’t hide his bubbling giggle. “It’s true, right?”

“Better fuckin’ be,” you agreed, crawling up to kiss him. You palmed his flushed, smooth cheek. “I love you, Bradley. And it’s going to take something really terrible to change that.”

“Fuck yeah,” he agreed softly, blushing a little. He pulled you flush to him. “I’m never gonna let anything happen to you, got that?”

Warmed to your bones, you smiled, and he grinned right back at you. All teeth and dimples, a little bashful under your affectionate gaze. You loved that generous smile when he gave it to you. “I hope not.”

For a while, you just lay there, occasionally something in the room giving you some spark of inspiration and mentioning your ideas to Bradley. You didn’t want to overstep the mark – this was the house Bradley grew up in. You knew he wanted to give the place some love, but you weren’t sure how much he was determined to change that was his parent's influence. That was the crux, the heart of it all and you didn’t want to overstep the mark. “Love,” he said after a while. “We can’t stay here tonight. There’s no power, bed, hot water.”

“That’s okay,” you rested your chin on his chest, your nail tracing the wiry skin of the scar on his Adam’s Apple, and he swallowed hard from the sensation as it made him break into goose pimples. “I guess I’ll go home all dirtied up then.”

“Well, I’m just going to filth you up when we get back to your apartment, anyway,” he figured. “What’s the difference?”

“The sheer fucking arrogance of you,” you could help to laugh. “You are so self-satisfied, it is ridiculous.”

“Oh, yeah, you really fuckin’ hate it,” he mocked you, licking his top lip and smirking wickedly. “I think you like my ego. My confidence is one of the things you like most about me.”

“You’re very sure of that.”

“Very sure,” he concurred. “You can tell me I’m wrong at any time…” he waited. And waited a little more before more cackling. “Yep, that’s what I thought.”

“Wanna know what I love about you?” you said after a while.

“Ooh, love. Yes, I’d love to know,” he laced his muscular arms behind his head and settled in, ego primed for steady stroking.

“Your good heart,” you kissed the left side of his chest, his heart racing under your lips and you could feel his ribs swell under your touch. His sharp intake of breath, while he waited for more, told you how surprised he was, thinking he was getting his body, his so impressive body that he dutifully dedicated hours in the gym to, loved on. “How incredibly funny you are,” you kissed between his pecs as he sighed and released a hand, to smooth your hair, giving you a heartening tug. He was so warm. “How talented you are, musically, creatively. I love those things you only let me see. When you’re so relaxed and at ease… I love when you walk around barefoot and your boardshorts hang low, your hair all wild and curly after a run. When you dance your gorgeous little ass off in the kitchen when you’ve had a good day.”

“Wow,” he breathed, heart swelling, self-esteem abated for the moment.

“And when you surprise me at work.”

“You liked that? Thought I embarrassed you…” he confided with a bashful chuckle; he cupped your chin.

“You turned up in your khaki’s with a dozen long-stemmed red roses. It’s all the mothers have spoken about since you did it. Are you aware your khakis are a little bit tight?”

Straight-faced, he replied, “Pretty sure they got me laid earlier tonight actually,” he said, the melody of humour in his voice as you hid your face. “But yes, the uniform is a bit snug at the moment. All that amazing food you cook me. Biceps are aware, seat is aware… cock, aware. Very well aware.”

“You’re goddamn shameless, Bradshaw.”

He laughed again. “Yes, love. Shameless for you,” he said, the cheese laid on thick.

“Take me home, big boy,” you tenderly kissed him, and he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close. “Got hours before sunrise.”

“I’m gonna fuck you all damn night until you beg me to stop,” he murmured, pressing his lips to yours. And you weren’t surprised when you found yourself bent over the bay window and he fucked you from behind while he clutched and teased your breasts before he spilled into you again, hard and hungry, telling you over and over that you were the only one that he’d ever love.

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Bradley's First 'Official' Father's Day | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader/Fam

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Can be read in conjunction with HLG or alone 🥹

A/n: It's Bradley's first Father's day and he doesn't even know it yet! How will it unfold? 🫣🥰

Word Count: 2.1k (although you babes deserve a whole lot more for having to wait 10 years for me to post again 😵‍💫)

Warnings: crying, cursing, but so much wholesome love ❤️

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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You, Mav, and Bradley were cleaning up the kitchen from dinner. Mav was drying the dishes as you handed them to him after washing them. Bradley was restoring the leftovers and placed them into the refrigerator.

Mav cleared his throat, “So Brad. Are you doing anything special for tomorrow?” He looked up at him and smiled as he dried one of the plates in his hand. 

Bradley smiled and looked at him awkwardly. “Work? Is that special enough, Mav?” He chuckled and shook his head.

Mav opened his mouth to talk again and you gave him wide eyes and shook your head. You wanted to keep it a surprise. You placed your finger to your lips to signal Mav to keep his mouth shut. Mav raised his brows and gave you a nod and a thumbs up.

“What do you all have planned at work tomorrow?” Mav carried the conversation with Bradley as he continued to put the plates away.

Bradley closed the refrigerator door and turned around. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the refrigerator’s door. He sighed, “You know, I think tomorrow is just an inspection day for the junior officers. So we will be going, or I will be checking out everyone's aircraft with maintenance teams to make sure they are up to par.” Bradley looked down and pressed his lips together. “So boring stuff.” He started to laugh. 

Mav made his way over to Bradley and patted him on the shoulder. “Welcome to the senior officer life, Brad.” Bradley shook his head at Mav and rolled his eyes while he pushed Mav’s chest playfully. 

You turned off the water to the sink and turned to the both of them. Bradley smiled and walked over to you. He had his hands out and placed them on your belly. “How about the four of you? What do you, Leia Rey, and the boys have planned?” He kissed your cheek and rubbed over your stomach. 

You scoffed, “Me, the boys, and Leia Rey have a couple of errands to run tomorrow.” You smiled and pinched Bradley’s cheek softly. He shook his head against your hand.

“Please have Papa Mav come with you. I don’t want you to do any bending over, heavy lifting, anything like that.” He raised his brows at you waiting for your answer. 

You smiled and nodded, “Of course.” 

Bradley placed a kiss on your forehead, “Thank you, sweetheart. I’m going to go to bed now. I have to be up early for work. I love you, baby. Good night.” He placed a kiss on your lips and two on your belly. “Good night, boys. Daddy loves you.”

Bradley walked over to Mav and gave him a hug good night. “Night, Mav. Thank you for helping out my girl tomorrow.”

Mav patted Bradley’s back. “Even if she wasn’t heavily pregnant I would help her.” He started to chuckle. Bradley pulled back from the hug and kissed Mav’s cheek hard. “Aww, Bradley!” Mav pulled back laughing at Bradley’s kiss. Bradley laughed and patted Mav’s chest and then ducked down to kiss his belly too.

Bradley slapped Mav's full stomach hard. “Night, food baby!” 

Mav started to laugh and pushed Bradley off of him. “Good night, Rooster.” He said with wide eyes and nodding his head. 

Bradley laughed and jogged up the stairs, “Night!”

Mav came over to you and smiled, “So what are we getting for Bradley’s first Father’s Day?” He raised his brows. 

You smiled and gave him a devious look, “It’s going to be cute and obnoxious.”

Mav hummed and nodded his head, “Like him. I like it.” 

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Bradley’s POV

I was at work finishing up the last couple of inspections for the day. I was so tired and ready to head home and relax. I had been out on the tarmac in the hot and humid weather for the whole 12 hours. I felt like my feet were burning up in my boots. They were ready to melt into the hot asphalt.

“Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.” 

I turned as one of my junior lieutenants, Riot, was coming up to me as I inspected his plane. He stuck his hand out to me and smiled. I grabbed his hand and shook it. “Sir.”

I smiled, “Riot, are you here to distract me from inspection?” I started to laugh. 

He shook his head and chuckled. “No, sir. I just wanted to wish you a Happy Father’s Day before I headed out.” I stopped the inspection and furrowed my brows before I turned to him slowly. “Leia and the boys are lucky to have a dad like you, sir.” He gave me another smile. 

I raised my brows. Holy shit today was Father’s Day? I gave him a smirk and patted his back, “Thank you, Riot. I truly appreciate that. Happy Father’s Day to you as well.” I bumped his fist and he was off. I slowly turned back to his aircraft and finished the check. “Huh, Father’s Day… No wonder Mav asked if I had anything special for today.” I chuckled and met back up with the maintenance team to give them the last bit of paperwork. 

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Your POV

You, Leia, and Mav were setting up all of Bradley’s gifts for his first official Father’s Day. 

“Momma! Where should I put these balloons for Daddy?” She was holding a big bouquet of balloons in her hands. If she were outside you were more than positive she would be taken away with all the balloons. She looked at you with her eyes wide, excited, and smiling.

“You can set them up over there so when he walks in he can see them right away.” You pointed in the direction of the open space by the doorway. 

Leia ran over with the balloons and set them up for her dad’s arrival. You and Mav were finishing up some final touches. Mav looked at the time. “1530. He will be home in 30 minutes. Phoenix and Hangman just texted me that they are all on their way back.” 

You let out a little scream as you continued to set up his gift. “OH MY GOSH!” You started to laugh. 

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Bradley’s POV

I just pulled into the driveway with Phoenix and Hangman. I hopped out of the car and they both came out of Hangman’s car. 

“Happy Father’s Day, Rooster.” Hangman smirked at me as he slapped my back hard. 

I let out a cough as the air was forced out of me from his slap. I chuckled, then threw my arm around his neck and pulled him down in a headlock. “Thanks, Seresin.”

Phoenix came over and wrapped her arm around me. “Happy first official Father’s Day, Bradshaw.” She patted my stomach as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “Thanks, Trace.”

Hangman stood up and unlocked the door for the three of us. When the door opened we were all greeted by you, Mav, and Leia. 

Leia came running to me and jumped into my arms. “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!” She covered me in kisses as you made your way over with Mav. You both had your arms out and came over to hug me. You and Mac sandwiched kissed my face as I laughed. 

You rubbed your thumb on my cheek and smiled. “Happy Father’s Day, Bradley.” I kissed your forehead and winked at you.

“Thank you, Sweetheart.” I let Leia down and she pulled me into the other living area. My eyes widened as I saw all the decorations set up for me. “Holy shit, is this all for me?” I chuckled as Leia pulled me over to the table.

“Yes, Daddy! It’s all for you! Momma, Brothers, and Papa Mav helped me set up everything! Do you like it?” She looked up at me with a big smile plastered across her face. 

I picked her up and kissed her cheek. “I love it, my little Leia. Thank you.” 

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After we all ate dinner, Leia came over and gave me a gift. “Open it, Daddy.” She nudged me and nodded. I smiled and placed my water on the side of the couch. I sat up straight and she sat right next to me. “Papa Mav helped me make it.”

I shook the little box and Leia scoffed. I chuckled and patted her head. I unwrapped the little box and opened the lid. Inside was a silver heart with the letters “L.L.B” engraved on it. “Aww, babe, this is so nice! Thank you. A heart with yours and your brother’s initials.” 

“Wait! Turn it over! There is more!” She grabbed it from my hand and flipped it over. “Read it!” 

I read the little words out loud. “Fly safe. Love daddy’s co-pilots.” I smiled and kissed Leia’s temple. “I love it, sweetheart. I’ll keep it with me at all times.” Everyone looked around at each other and started to coo at the cute note. 

“I have one more gift for you, Brad.” Mav stood up slowly and smiled.

I shook my head. “Oh no, Mav, please. You didn’t have to get me anything. Being here is enough.” He waved me off as he walked over to the storage closet. I looked at everyone with wide eyes. 

Mav came over with a big long box. I looked at him carrying the box that was nearly as big as him. “Holy shit. Mav… What the hell is that?” I stood up and went to grab it from him. He started to chuckle. I looked at the box with big eyes. “Mav. Christ.”

He laughed and patted my back. “Something I’ve been saving for you. I hope you love it.”

I opened the lid of the box and pulled out the wooden casing. I started to chuckle. “Awww! No way! Thank you, Mav!” I held up the casing and saw my old retired LT. Bradshaw whites in the casing. “This is freaking Sweet!”

Mav chuckled. “Brad.” I looked over at him with my brows raised. “Read the name tag again.” I furrowed my brows and looked closer at the tag.

“N. Bradshaw.” I looked up at him slowly. “These are my dad’s?” He nodded slowly and smiled. I opened the case’s door and rubbed my thumb over the medals. I started to tear up. “Wow. This is even better.” I sniffled. “Thanks, Mav.”

He let out a little chuckle and came over to me. He kissed the top of my head and gave it a pat. “I love you, Brad. Happy Father’s Day, Kiddo.”

Hangman stood up and grabbed a bag out from behind him. “Well, there is no way Phoenix and I can give our gifts now. That was like the best gift ever after, Vapor girl’s gift.” We all laughed as he handed a bag to Mav and Phoenix handed the other bag to me. 

Mav looked at the bag shocked. “Wait!? For me!?” He was wide-eyed and excited. 

Hangman laughed and nodded. “From all of us, Mav. Happy Father’s Day.” He patted him on the back. 

Mav looked at everyone with a Smirk as he ripped the tissue paper out from the bag. He pulled out a shirt and read it to himself. “OH MY GOD! I LOVE IT!” He was laughing hysterically as he turned it around. “You can’t tell me what to do. You are not my granddaughter!�� He could barely catch his breath as he said what the shirt said. 

“There’s more!” Leia yelled over to Mav. Mav threw the shirt on over his and looked in the bag for the next gift. He pulled out a frame and smiled as he read what was in it. He turned it around, “Best papa in the galaxy.” He looked at it and smiled even bigger. “I’m putting this in my workspace when I get home. Thank you everyone!” He went around and gave everyone hugs and kisses as I opened my bag.

Inside was a frame that read, “I am their father.” And under was a pink lightsaber with Leia’s name on it, A blue one with little Bradley’s name on it, and a Green one for Luke.  “This is Perfect. Holy shit!”

I turned it around and showed it off. “Thank you everyone!” I went around and gave my hugs and kisses to everyone. 

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At the end of the night, you and I were lying in bed. You were cuddled on my chest as I played with your hair. “Thank you, baby.”

You looked up at me and smiled. “For what?”

I smiled and rubbed your cheek. “For giving me the best gift of them all.” You furrowed your brows and pulled your head back to look at me. You tilted your head to the side and squinted your eyes. I kissed your nose and smiled. “For making me a father.” 

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Hi, my loves! (It's been a minute, huh Mav?) I am so sorry for being MIA for a long time. But I will try to be more active because I really miss being here and interacting with you all. Thank you for being here and reading. a special thanks to everyone who has stuck around this long with me and my stories. I value you all so much. Thank you for still being here with me. I love you all so much! I will see you all in the next one! (HLG POST 🫣)

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hi! i'd like to ask prompt “Are you wearing my sweater?” from list 5 with bradley

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Better On You

Bradley Bradshaw x F!Reader

You’ve just about had it with your roommates constantly lowering the temperature in the house. You hop out of bed, shivering, and head downstairs, grabbing a sweater hanging on the railing on the way down. You throw it on quickly, recognizing right away that it’s Bradley’s since you’re swimming in it and since it smells like his cologne. You shiver, stomping over to the thermostat after flicking on the corridor light, and start raising the temperature moodily.

The floor is cold so you hop around from foot to foot and don’t hear the staircase creak as Bradley descends.

“Are you” – Bradley starts, and you whip your head around to look at him. He stares at you for a moment, speechless. His eyes slip down your frame and he looks slightly bewildered. “Are you wearing my sweater?”

At first, the question seems bizarre, because it certainly isn’t the first time you’ve borrowed a piece of his clothing. But then you realize that you’re wearing his sweater and only his sweater. You gasp, quickly patting down the hem of it around your thighs, thankful that it’s long enough to cover your ass cheeks. “I’m stealing your sweater because you’ve turned this house into a freezer.”

Bradley laughs. “Looks better on you anyway,” he admits, starting to walk again.

You lower your head to hide your blush when he walks past, only he stops right before you instead of heading into the kitchen. You glance up at him cautiously. “May I help you?” you ask, standing guard in front of the thermostat lest he decide to tweak it again.

Bradley licks his lips. “Remember how we said that we can’t start anything if we’re going to be living together?”

“Yes,” you say slowly. “Bob made us sign a contract,” you remind him. Your other roommate had insisted that the three of you cohabitate without the undue drama of hookups and breakups, which seemed reasonable at the time.

Bradley’s eyes slide hungrily down your body once more. “Bob did not account for this.” Bradley gestures to your get-up.

You give Bradley a look. “Bob trusted us despite our history,” you note, referring to that time back at Top Gun when the two of you dated for a total stretch of two tumultuous weeks.

Bradley stares pointedly at your bare legs. “Bob would understand,” he says with a mischievous smirk.

You narrow your eyes at him. “I doubt it,” you say, although you’re feeling very warm all of a sudden.

Bradley watches you intently, as though he’s trying to decide whether or not he should go for it. He reaches forward to trail his fingers up and down the fabric along your abdomen. “And what if I want my sweater back?” he asks.

You raise your eyebrows. “What, like right now?” His boldness gives you courage and you meet his gaze brazenly.

Bradley tangles his fingers into the sweater and he pulls you forward forcefully, his eyes dropping to your lips as you gasp in surprise. “Right now,” he breathes, glancing over your features impatiently.

You gulp. “Take it, then,” you say quietly.

The next thing you know, Bradley is stooping to lift you up over his shoulder. You yelp as he races up the stairs with you in his arms.

“You’re going to get us in trouble!” you yell, laughing as he bursts into his bedroom and throws you onto his bed.

Bradley chuckles, starting to undo the belt on his jeans. “You want to warm up, don’t you?”

You bite your lip with a smile and nod as he climbs onto the bed. You lean back into his mattress and he hovers over you.

He kisses your nose and then your cheek, and then your neck. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll move out tomorrow if it means we get to keep doing this.”

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[thatlovinfeelin]

He Don't Like The Lights | Bradley Bradshaw Actor AU|

Waiting tables wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t your favorite job either. Not that you hated it, because you didn’t. For the most part you liked your coworkers, your roommate Celeste being one of them. Your bosses weren’t horrible, and the pay was alright. You were able to pay your bills and stash some extra cash away for savings. Soon, or at least you hoped it would be soon, you would be able to move out of the somewhat shitty place with Celeste and get a better apartment. Maybe even leave Virginia altogether. 

“Hey, I need you to take table five.” 

“But it’s not in my section tonight,” You argue with your manager. 

“Just take it, okay? It's a single and you’re better with singles than Celeste,” He replied, shooing you away with his hands. 

You let out a dramatic sigh, rolling your eyes as you grabbed your waitress book and headed towards the single guy sitting at the table. You never sized up tables before you started serving them, never tried to write people off before they had a chance to show their colors. 

But you could tell that this guy was hot just by the way he was sitting with a baseball cap tugged low. He at least knew how to wear a damned hat unlike some of the guys who came in with it halfway on their heads. 

“Hi, welcome in, can I get you started with anything to drink?” You asked cheerfully as you stopped in front of him. 

The bar was relatively empty, which came as a surprise since it was a weekend and the weather was fairly nice. Maybe everyone was still out at the beach and would be in before dinner ended. Maybe you would get lucky and end up having a good tip night to make up for the shitfest that was last night. 

“Uh, just a Bud on draft if you have it.”

“Bud lite?” You question. 

“No, Buswieser, the real shit,” There’s a hint of a laugh in his voice. 

“I’ve got it in a bottle, is that okay?”

“Yeah that works,” He replies, tipping his head back to look up at you. 

It takes you a second to register who’s actually looking at you. You’ve seen those dark hazel eyes on screen plenty of times, because Cele is obsessed with his movies. However, what really takes you back is how normal he looks in an old beat up t-shirt and shorts. He doesn’t look like the glamourous actor that you’ve seen.

“I’m sorry- are you,” You stop and lick your lips. 

You aren’t nervous, because you aren’t obsessed with him. His movies are okay, and you have to admit he is more attractive in person than he is on screen. But you’ve never been one to fall face first over someone who’s in the industry, not that you’ve ever had the chance to before. 

“Are you Bradley Bradshaw?” The question comes out as a whisper as you lean down, trying to be as quiet as you can. 

He pales for a moment, waiting to see if you’re going to fully freak out on him before smiling sheepishly, “Caught that easily, huh?”

“You’re lucky it’s just me and not the other girl over there,” You inform him, “She’d be on the floor, and I know that because I live with her and share a TV with her. But since it’s just me,” you smile at him before backing away a step, “A bottle of Bud coming right up.”

He smiles and relaxes into his seat before looking back down at his phone on the table. You can’t help but smile as you make your way towards the bar and the POS system to start his ticket. 

Bradley Bradshaw is eating in the bar and no one but you knows. He just happened to be lucky enough that Celeste had the one big table and was therefore too busy to take him, even though it was her section. 

“Thanks for taking that table,” She sounds out of breath as she sets a drink tray down next to you, “I’m swamped with those fuckers over there. Tourists on vacation who want everything at that very moment. Including three Virgin Strawberry Daiquiris for the kids. I want to shoot myself.”

You smile to yourself as you make your way around to the beer cooler to grab a nice cold bottle of Bud, “Oh don’t worry about it. He shouldn’t cause any trouble anyway.”

If only she knew. 

“Here you go,” You say, sitting the open bottle down on his table, “Do you need a minute to look over the menu? Or do you have any questions?”

“What do you recommend?” He asked you, looking back up. 

“Pulled Pork Mac’n’cheese, easy,” You replied almost instantly, “Hands down my favorite dish here, after our Crab Dip appetizer, but I also eat that for a full meal.”

He smiles up at you and closes the menu before handing it back to you, “I’ll try that Pork Mac then.”

“Sounds good, I’ll get that right in!” You smile triumphantly before backing away once again, “Holler if you need anything, okay? I’ll be back to check on you before the food comes out.”

Back at the bar, Celeste is finally able to stop for a minute and catch her breath. She looks miserable and it makes you want to laugh a little. Her night would be very different if she just took Table Five instead. 

She’s hunched over her phone reading an article, which normally you would call her out on being on her phone but tonight you can’t be bothered. It’s slow enough and her phone is hidden anyway. 

“Hey, Bradshaw is up for a bunch of awards,” She grins, “He so deserves them. You remember how great he was in that war movie, right! That’s what’s being nominated.”

“Hmm?” You question before your brain seems to catch up with you, “Oh, yeah. No, he was great in that movie. Whole cast was, honestly.”

“Exactly! I hope they sweep at the Oscars, they all deserve it so much.”

You have to hide your smile as you type away on the POS to put in the order. In the back, you can hear your kitchen jamming out to some sort of heavy metal meets classic rock mix which isn’t all that unusual for them. There are some days you’ve come to work and they’ve been listening to Disney music. At this point you can’t even try to say that you understand what their playlists consist of. 

It takes ten minutes before you’re walking back over to the table with another beer in hand. You noticed he was starting to run low and you know better than to let a drink ever go empty. That was one of the first things you learned when you became a waitress. 

“Brought you another one,” You announce, setting it down. 

���Thanks, appreciate it,” He replies, “And uh, thanks for not freaking out on me. Would’ve been a bitch if I got swarmed in here.”

“No worries, I’m not a rabid fan or anything,” You laugh, “But I am curious as to why you’re here of all places. I thought you lived in LA?”

“I do,” He nods, “But this was home long before LA was. I was born here in Virginia, I like to come back and visit family from time to time.”

“Oh,” You’re taken back by his honesty. He could’ve easily told you that it was none of your business, which is what you expected, “That’s really nice actually.”

Celeste calls you, saying the kitchen wants you. Reluctantly you force yourself away from the table and towards the set of double swinging doors in the middle of the bar. Something about Bradley Bradshaw is drawing you in and you aren’t sure if you want to resist it or not. Surely he wouldn’t remember your name in a few hours. He’d forget about the server from Virginia the second he got on a flight back to LA and the way of the world would take back over. 

“Here’s that pork mac,” Chef told you, nudging the dish in the window, “Get it out of my sight.”

“Sir yes sir,” You reply, grabbing the hot dish, “Thank you!”

“Yeah yeah, fuck off,” He grumbled, which only made you smile. 

You made your way back towards Bradley’s table with a smile. You could see why Celeste was so enamored with him. There was just something about him that made you want to sit down and hang on his every word. Plus, he was hot as hell. He still had the mustache from his previous role, and was trying to hide behind his ball cap. He looked normal, almost.

You wondered how other people here saw him? Were they even paying attention to the bonafide star that was hiding out in the corner? Celeste would piss herself if she knew he was here, hell, you might even piss yourself if he smiled at you again. The thought made you a little weak in the knees. 

“Your pork mac,” You said, sitting it down on the table in front of him, “Be careful, it’s actually pretty hot.”

“Mmm, looks fantastic,” He nearly groaned, “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, you don’t even know if you’ll like it!” You laughed, “But I hope you enjoy, and let me know if I can get you anything else.”

You hop away from him again, taking a deep breath as you go. Maybe the night wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

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IBARAAR Series Masterlist

In Between a Rock and a Rooster • Rooster x Fem!Mitchell!OC

Synopsis: Ever since Charlotte’s father, Maverick, pulled Bradley’s papers to the naval academy and set him back four years, Charlotte’s been caught between the two most important men in her life. And when they all suddenly find themselves back in Miramar, a lot has changed, but the one thing that hasn’t: Rooster’s resentment towards Maverick. With all three of them being together for the first time in years, who knows what will happen?

Warnings: angst, swearing, strained family dynamics, events are wildly inaccurate from the first movie, no smut sorry (just cause i haven’t written smut ever so maybe, maybe not)

a/n: this fic will follow the events of TGM but is wildly inaccurate to the first movie (like seriously i kinda just made my own timeline and backstory) and this is me basically inserting my own character into the movie lol. also, i’m well aware Maverick’s love interest in the first movie is named Charlotte, so let’s just pretend she doesn’t exist in this :)

Part One: Charlotte and Rooster return to North Island.

Part Two: A call from Phoenix has Charlotte worried and upset.

Part Three: Some things are just long overdue.

(ONGOING: Last Updated: 9/18/22)

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[theforgottenmcrmy]

Birds of a Feather Masterlist ||| Bradley Bradshaw

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Sam “Merlin” Wells’ Daughter OC

Warnings: Explicit Language, Death of Parent(s), Angst, Canon-Typical Violence. Chapter-specific warnings are listed before each part.

Word Count: N/A- to be updated

DISCLAIMER: Spoilers for Top Gun and Top Gun: Maverick ahead.

Summary:

The promise of something greater than friendship between Bradley Bradshaw and Clara Wells had taken a back seat to their careers and personal fears. Though the sparks between them remained over the years, several ill-timed events had prevented them from admitting the truth. Finding the courage and the right time for themselves to address the feelings they continued to bury was beginning to seem impossible. Thankfully, the universe saw fit to keep letting them try.

A Ghost

This is Your Density

Out of the System

What You’re Made Of

One Big Happy Family

Something in the Water

Divide and Conquer

Time to Let Go

*Please note that this fic is currently a work in progress. This post will be updated with links to new parts accordingly and will most likely be edited at some point to make the formatting more visually appealing.*

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