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topguncortez · 1 year

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Hands to Yourself

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synopsis: Goose's love language is physical touch, and sometimes he can get a bit handsy

prompt: “we’re in public you know”

warnings: public display of affection, fingering, public sex (kinda), allusion to smut.

word count: 1.3k

It was no surprise that Goose’s love language was physical touch. He was a very hands-on type of person. He liked building things, working on puzzles, drawing, holding your hand whenever you’re out at the O Club. He was always having to touch you, a hand on your thigh, or an arm around your shoulders, or even having you sit on his lap. His touchiness seemed to get more extensive when he came home from a long deployment or when he was horny. Like tonight.

Maverick had somehow convinced you to come join Goose, Ice and Slider at the O Club for a drink. You were happy to join in on the festivities, throwing on a red checked sundress and sandals, easily spotting your mustached pilot when you walked into the bar.

“Great Balls of Fire, look at my girl,” Goose whistled as you walked up to him. You blushed as he took your hand and twirled you around in a circle before bringing you into his arms. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, as his hand slid down your back, resting on the curve above your ass, “How was your day?”

“Good. Spent the day finishing up that quilt for Bradley,” You pecked his lips, “How was your day?”

“Good, better now that you’re here,” Goose gives you that thousand watt smile and pulls you in for a slow, sensual kiss. You feel your cheeks heating up as his hand slips down to your ass, and gives it a squeeze. You jump back from him and he’s got a shit eating grin on his face.

“Hands to yourself, Mister,” You point at him and he holds his hands up in defense. Even though you both know. . . he won’t keep his hands to himself.

And you were right. Goose hardly kept his hands to himself, or let you out of his arms reach. He had settled your group into a booth near the back. He sat next to you in the booth, sitting on the outside so he could easily go and get you another drink if you wanted it. He had his arm around you, playing with the ends of your hair as you talked to Charlie about this blanket you were going to make for Viper’s new grandchild. That was one thing that Goose loved about you. Your love language was gift giving and you loved to make gifts for everyone.

You were deep in your conversation when you started to feel the light brush of fingers up your thigh. You glanced over at Goose, who was looking down at you and gave you a small smile. You shook your head and went back to your conversation with Charlie. It was a couple seconds later that you felt Goose’s hand on your thigh. You sucked in a breath as you tried to listen to Charlie talking about some training plan that she was trying to execute at work. But the feeling of Goose’s fingers swiping against your inner thigh was pulling your attention into other places. Charlie excused herself from the table to go find Maverick, who was shamelessly flirting with another woman across the bar. When she left, you turned and swatted Goose’s chest.

“Nicholas,” You scolded, “Hands. . .” You grabbed his hand, “To. . .” You picked it up from your thigh, “Yourself,” You placed his hand back in his lap, just by his crotch. Goose had that glint in his eye, that look that he got when he and Maverick were about to do something mischievous. He leaned down and pecked your nose, before placing his hand back on your thigh.

“I don’t think,” He slid his hand up your thigh, “You want me to do that.” You let out a shaky breath as you tried not to let your eyes roll to the back of your head as his fingers trailed to the spot that you needed him the most. You were suddenly thankful that Goose decided to sit on the outside of the booth. Damn Goose, and the way he could make you melt with just one look.

He leaned in, the scent of his cologne clouding your senses as he gently nuzzled against your cheek. You had learned to love the feeling of his mustache against your skin, and threatened to leave him if he even spoke of shaving it. The roughness of his palm sent a shiver down your body as he gripped your thigh, his fingers digging into the skin.

“Goosey,” You sighed and leaned your head back against the cushion of the booth.

“Be a good girl for me,” Goose said quietly, his voice getting that delicious rasp to it, “Let me touch you baby.” You bit back a moan as his finger ghosted over the damp spot that had been created in your panties. You nodded, letting Goose get what he wanted. He let out a sigh, and pressed his lips to your temple, “Thank you so much.”

You audibly moaned at that. That was the thing about Goose, he was always so thankful that you let him touch you. He was always thanking you, before he slipped his fingers into your panties, or before his tongue lapped at your core, or before his penis penetrated your cunt. He would even thank you as he orgasmed, coating your walls with thick white ropes of cum.

“Shh, gotta be quiet, honey,” Goose whispered, as he ran a finger through your soaked folds, “Jesus, you’re so wet, soaking my fingers. Bet, you’re always like this.”

You nodded, “It’s the curse of living with you, Bradshaw.”

“Oh you poor thing,” Goose chuckled, and you let out a sigh as he rubbed your aching clit, “Oh this what you needed, huh?” You nodded again, “I’ll always take care of you, honey, always.”

“Goose,” You whined as he drew slow, steady circles on your clit. He moved his fingers lower, finding your soaked opening and easily sliding a finger into you. You bucked your hips up at the feeling and Goose looked around quickly to make sure no one saw anything. Everyone was too busy flirting, drinking or smoking to give a damn that he was knuckle deep in your pussy. You leaned your forehead against Goose’s shoulder to hopefully suppress the moans that were threatening to leave your lips.

“Clenching around my fingers, honey,” Goose muttered, and curled his fingers to touch that spongy spot inside of you, “You close?”

“Fucking hell, Goose!” You whined, lifting your head, “I. . .Fuck!” You grabbed his hand, and squeezed his wrist, the universal sign for him to stop, “I want you to make me cum, but. . .” You let out a breathy laugh, “We are in public, you know. And I can’t be quiet when I cum, you know that.”

Goose smirked and pulled his hand from under your dress. He set his warm hand on your thigh and squeezed it, leaning in for a kiss. You kissed him back and gripped the collar of his khaki service uniform in your hands. He pulled back first for air and leaned his forehead against yours.

“Oh boy do I know how loud you get,” He laughed, “Pretty sure you’ve woken up the whole dorm be-” You slapped his chest playfully and he pulled you to sit on his lap, still laughing. He grabbed your chin and turned your face to look at him. He peppered kisses all around your face; your forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and then eventually your lips.

“Take me home, sailor,” You said, putting your arms around his neck. He looked at you, that look of mischief back in his eye.

Somehow he had managed to get up from the booth, with you still in his arms. You let out a squeal and he kissed your lips before finding his way out of the O Club and towards his awaiting Bronco to take you home and love you properly.

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ohthatstragic · 2 years

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I Loved Them, Goose - p.m

a/n: this was painful to write, i hate writing sad mav, it's so disheartening :( luv him too much. also ik this gif is from TG:M, but it's fitting for this one shot... it's a little short, but, i hope this was what you wanted anon, if not i'm happy to rework it for you!! < 3

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: young!maverick x gn!reader

warnings: angst, reader death, funeral

wc: 1,365

the request: 'can you do like a really angsty young maverick x reader where it is the reader instead of goose dying please I love your work 💜'

i listened to another love but the slowed version whilst writing this rip, that shit HURT

Droplets of rain pattered on the asphalt, the clear beads exploding against the hard ground like a million ballerinas dancing upon it. It was the day of your funeral, and they had laid your coffin to rest around thirty minutes ago. Most of the attendees had dissipated from the cemetary, but not Maverick. He stood straight with his head facing downward; his smart, black military cap tucked underneath his arm. The rain drenched his dark-cocoa coloured hair, flattening it against his forehead. Small droplets of rain dripped down his skin, it was like the weather had given him a way to hide his forthcoming tears. "I'm sorry, Mav," A choked, quiet voice came from behind the young pilot, making his ears twitch at the familiar voice he loved so dearly. Goose's voice was somewhat comforting to him, but it wasn't yours.

You had been Maverick's RIO to replace Goose as he had a family emergency to attend to. The two of you had been training for Top Gun, being Iceman's wingman for the lesson. Ice's jet-wash had sent your plane into an uncontrollable and unrecoverable flat spin as he pulled out from the shot he was going to take. Maverick's mind was haunted by your shouts of distress, his knees suddenly feeling weak as he reeled his mind back to the moment he watched your lifeless, limp body float down to the sea. Goose had learnt of your death after he returned to Top Gun to find Maverick absolutely broken. It was like he was a totally different man entirely. His cocky persona had completely melted away and it revealed his fragile and delicate side.

Maverick was fighting back strangling sobs beneath his emotionless façade as he stared down at your new, forever home, and it disturbed Goose at how 'calm' the naval aviator seemed. "They'd want you to be happy." Goose spoke again, his mouth hanging open as he squinted against the pelting rain, the outward-poking rim of his military cap not doing much to protect his face from the wet weather. Maverick didn't dare turn around to face Goose and expose his ailing will to keep going. Instead, he swallowed slowly, giving a single nod of his head.

"I know." Maverick whispered, almost to himself at how quiet he spoke. He could feel the protective wall he had built for today beginning to crumble like a sandcastle as he thought back to your screams of terror as the two of you plummeted to the ground, torturing himself with the guilt that was laden within his rigid body. Goose watched Maverick's shoulders begin to shake uncontrollably, his once silent sobs becoming audible.

"Mav!" You screamed, your heart beat was going ridiculously fast now and you were sure if this crash didn't kill you, the oncoming heart-attack would.

"Y/C/S, Y/C/S, I'm losing control, I'm losing control! I-I can't control it!" Maverick shouted, his hands gripping the centre joystick like it was the last thing on Earth.

"Altitude eight thousand," You choked out, your head pressed up against the canopy from the insane gravitational push from your unintentional free-fall. "Seven thousand!" You gasped, your terrified eyes never leaving the spiralling needle. "Shit, six thousand, Mav!"

"I've fallen forwards, Y/C/S, I can't reach the ejection handle!" Maverick shouted hoarsely and swallowed, trying to gain control of his compressing lungs. "Y/C/S! You've gotta punch us out! I can't reach the ejection handle, eject!" Maverick hopelessly shouted again, making you push yourself against the side of the canopy in a weak attempt to grasp onto the yellow rings above your head. Your arms and back burned as you forced your body to do the unimaginable, fighting against gravity itself to save your lives. "Eject, eject, eject!" He yelled. You missed once, then twice, and then you caught it, sparks surrounding you as the canopy was launched off the top of the jet. Your seat ejected first, a puff of smoke emitting from below it. Suddenly, a loud crack, and it was black.

Maverick's seat was next, and his arms crossed against his chest as he was shot up into the air, parachute deploying as soon as his chair was released. His breaths were ragged and heavy as he desperately glanced around to find your figure, and to his dismay, he found it. He felt his body go numb as his eyes lingered on your limp body, your arms hanging down like you were a puppet on strings. "Y/N?!" He called out hoarsely, his heart beginning to race for all the wrong reasons.

As the pair of your bodies hit the water, Maverick was on you like a rocket, his lips quivering as he screamed your name out, praying, begging for a reply. But he got nothing back. "Y/C/S!" Maverick screeched, his arms splashing against the water as he reached you, the self-deploying lifeboat raising your body up underneath the pile of soaking parachute. He clambered on top of the inflatable, his body aflame with unbearable pain and fatigue. Maverick's trembling fingers fisted the parachute, desperately digging through the nylon material to retrieve your body. He felt his chest explode as he saw patches of bright, red blood stain his fingers as he found your head, your helmet was broken in half; blood staining your once-white helmet. "No..." Maverick breathed out, his voice breaking as he realised what had happened. His reckless behaviour had killed you. A high-pitched ringing sounded through his ears. "Y/N!" He screamed once more, his jaw clenching in distress as he hopelessly stared down at you, blinking rapidly; tears dripping from his lashes. "Please, wake up, Y/N, please-" He cried out, his hands clutching your head against his chest, fingers brushing the bloodied and matted hair out of your lifeless eyes.

"Let them go!" A voice shouted out from beside Maverick and he whipped his head up to look at them, spotting 'US NAVY' scrawled across the side of the helicopter.

"It's my fault that they're dead, Goose." Maverick whispered.

The RIO felt his heart splinter as he witnessed Maverick's breakdown. "It wasn't your fault, Mav," Goose sucked in a shaky breath as he approached his best friend, his eyes beginning to flood with uncontrollable tears. Maverick lost it. He turned around, his head falling against Goose's sopping wet chest with a thud, his hoarse, desperate breaths and silent cries were the only thing - other than the torrential rain - that echoed through the grave yard. Maverick flailed his trembling arms around Goose, his wobbly hands fisting the back of his RIO's uniform. "I know," Goose bit down harshly on his bottom lip, moustache twitching as he hopelessly tried to stay strong for his best friend. Goose was hurting too, he was also your best friend and he'd made many memories with you over the past year, but he knew how Maverick felt about you. He loved you, deeply. Truly. More than a friend, and you'd never know that because he never told you. The pilot had buried his feelings for you deep down inside him and drowned his sorrows in floods of women and one night stands; the courage to tell you never arriving.

"I loved them, Goose," Maverick cried out with agony, making Goose squeeze his eyes shut as thunder rumbled above them, the rain beginning to pelt down twice as hard now. "I loved Y/N..." He whispered, his silent sobs scraping against his sore, throbbing throat. "And I never told.." Maverick trailed off, another series of miserable whimpers and strangled sobs leaving his juddering chest.

"I think they knew, Mav." Goose replied quietly, his red, teary eyes falling to your shining headstone. The bubbles of rain dripped down the white stone, making it look like it was weeping. The moustached-RIO read the headstone silently to himself, the words stabbing his chest like a knife.

IN MEMORY OF

Y/N L/N

US NAVY

Y/B/D 1965 - JUNE 5 1986

Goose shook his head vigorously in a pathetic attempt to forget what he had just so clearly read, the reality of it all becoming too much for him. Amongst Maverick's wretched and broken-hearted cries, Goose gazed up to the sky, his eyes flinching at the drops of rain that fell into them. The clouds above were grey and depressing, almost fitting for such an event. Despite the morbid reason him and Maverick were standing where they were, you would have loved the weather. Rainstorms were your favourite. It was almost as if the Universe was waving you off, too.

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starfr00t · 11 months

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Think if Y/N threw a blanket over Sun's head, he'd transform into Moon?

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#he’s just being a little silly goose 🥺🥺#fnaf #fnaf security breach #sundrop #moondrop #sun x y/n #moon x y/n #y/n #fnaf sb #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant x y/n #sun and moon x y/n #doodles #asks

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ghouljams · 11 months

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COWBOY GHOST FOR THE WINNNNNN

Friends and loved ones I present the morning after Ghost and MC's "one night stand" or at least, the funniest part of it...

You are going to be so spectacularly late to morning rounds, your dad is gonna be pissed. You tug on your boots, barely managing to put your phone to your ear as you dial the only number you know by heart. Simon is yawning behind you, the jingle of keys distracting you from the ring of the phone as you tug the front door open just as the other line picks up. Then you're staring up at your dad, his phone raised to his ear and his fist raised to knock. You feel your blood drain out.

"Daddy," You say, shock barely keeping you steady.

"Goose?" His voice doubles between him and the phone against your ear. You hang up immediately.

"Daddy?" Simon's voice questions behind you, half asleep and apparently not understanding how fucked he's about to be as your father's eyes narrow.

"Ghost." It's terse, but familiar, a nickname(or a callsign) you realize with dawning horror.

"Captain," Simon's voice is short, tight, and awake. Now it seems to have sunk in, you glance over your shoulder and see your one night stand standing at attention. Simon's shoulders are back, and his feet are together. You look back at your dad, feeling infinitely more fucked than you already were.

"Captain?" You squeak, feeling the weight of your father's gaze as it falls on you again. The understanding that they know each other is like ice in your veins.

"Wait, Goose?" Simon's voice is tighter, hitting the bargaining phase in record time, "Fuck me. Price, I swear-"

"Goose. Chores. Now." Your father cuts him off through grit teeth. You scurry out the door and around him, all but sprinting towards the main house. You'd bet you have a solid 10 minutes to get changed and get started before the sheriff shows up about an attempted murder. Which leaves you almost no time to find a way out of the shit storm that's coming your way.

#cowboy!price #cowboy!ghost #not pictured: Ghost getting yelled at like hes in basic for a SOLID 15 #also not pictured: Ghost deciding right there he is absolutely going to marry this woman #also also the introduction of Goose's nickname love her #cod x reader #cod x y/n #ghost mw2 #ghost mwii #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod ghost #john price mw2 #captain john price

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iheartgirlzn · 4 days

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Hello can you do a Percy Jackson reader when Tyson ask Percy Annabeth and the reader if the thzr the reader and Percy is together ? But he is completely shameless because well he is Tyson and the reader and Percy are both oblivious please

OBLIVIOUSLY IN LOVE

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

warning(s): mention of zöe nightshade, ooc annabeth ?, very short blurb, basically just reader and percy being clueless ♡

a/n: HOPEFULLY I GOT THIS RIGHT! anyways ty for requesting this 🤭 i tyson sm he’s so silly! (and sorry this took a whilee!)

the three demigods, plus one friendly cyclops, sat around hestia’s hearth, happy chatting to each other with cabin 7’s angelic voices singing harmonically in the background. the night air was cool, and the sky was free of fog, leaving a clear view of stars, making zöe’s constellation visible.

percy and y/n sat knee-to-knee, giggling at chatting with each other.

tyson watched curiously, he was happy that percy had started dating someone, he was just confused why his brother wouldn’t tell him. of course, he couldn’t be a 100% sure they were together, so he decided to ask annabeth instead.

“are brother and y/n dating?” he whispered loudly, attracting the attention of all 3 half-bloods.

annabeth’s eyes widened, freezing and turning to look at tyson with a hysterical look on her face. “wha-what was that?” she stuttered, struggling to keep down her laugh.

“are they.. you know, dating?” tyson repeated, stage-whispering.

annabeth burst into laughter, and percy and y/n sat there frozen in shock with flustered looks on their faces. they slowly scooted away from each other, avoiding eye contact while turning pink.

“why would, uh, you think that bud?” percy asked, his voice cracking embarrassingly. he cleared his throat. “we’re not- we’re not together. haha, nope, no sir!”

y/n nodded aggressively, her eyes wide as if trying to shoot laser beams out of them, super-man style. “yeah- hah, what percy said! we aren’t like that!”

tyson tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. “huh? but you act like a couple.”

annabeth continued wheezing, crying from laughing so hard, while percy and y/n turned more red, if possible.

“i-i’m going to bed!” y/n shot out of her seat, and walked away from the campfire a blushing mess.

the sons’ of poseidon watched her walk away, tyson confused, percy embarrassed, and annabeth struggling to breathe in her chair.

‘stupid tyson!’ y/n mentally grumbled. ‘i’d never like him like that!’

for the rest of the night, y/n’s thoughts were filled with percy and tyson’s comment. ‘that’s silly.’ she kept telling herself. ‘just.. just silly.’

don’t steal my work pls and ty <3

#percy jackson x fem!reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson fandom #x reader #x fem!reader #x you #x y/n #pjo #percy jackson #rick riordan #I LOVE TYSON HE’S SO CUTE #annabeth chase is a silly goose w her friends i stand by this 🫡

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lesbianpepsi · 9 months

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sam carpenter x reader - fake texts

summary: we're all deulu for sammy

#goose chats #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter headcanons #sam carpenter fake texts #fake texts

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jaidens · 8 months

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omg wait bradley introducing his gf to his parents (obvs in an au where goosie poo and carol arent dead <33a0 PLS AND TYSM ML <3333333333333333333333333333

there ain't a thing a man can do she'll only love you for you

pairing [s] : bradley bradshaw x reader

warning [s] : nothing!

a/n [s] : dal lives for requesting brad [requests are open!]

“Brad,” You say above the music that plays on the radio. “I’m worried. Who says they'll like me? I mean, these are your parents.”

Bradley looks over to you, hand stopping the tapping movement on your thigh. His Ray-Bans cover his eyes, but you can tell he's looking at you. “Baby, just be yourself. My mom said she's tired of hearing the stories about you, and how ‘wonderful’ you already seem. I promise it will be fine.”

When the large, suburban Bradshaw home comes in your sight, you feel the pit in your stomach start to fill with worry. “Are you ready?” Bradley asks.

You nod and he shuts the engine off and gets out of the car, and you follow slightly after and grab your purse and phone. There are about fifteen cars parked in the driveway and on the edge of the road, as well as in the grass. You knew it was a family reunion, but not this big of a reunion. You connect your hands with Bradley’s and scoot closer to him.

He takes you up the stairs and knocks on the door. There are some small Halloween and fall decorations on the wrap around porch on each pole. You're zoned out on the porch decor when you hear it. “Bradley! Hello honey!” An older woman's voice captures your attention and you give her a large smile.

She has Bradley in her arms before she takes you in. “Oh, you must be Y/N! You are so beautiful. You are just the sweetest! Come inside!” Her hand pushes you both in and you look around at everyone mingling, children running around, and right in the middle of everything stands Nick Bradshaw.

“Here, why don't you come and meet my dumb husband Nick. Now, we have both been dying to meet you. Bradley never seems to shut his mouth about you, I already love you from what he's told me.” Carole is practically dragging you too, and Bradley shrugs his shoulders and follows after his mother.

“Bradley! There's my boy!” A loud obnoxious shout fills your ears. You smile when Nick hugs Bradley in his arms, and shakes him around. He looks almost identical to Bradley, with thinner hair and the fact he was greying. “And you must be?” He turns and lets go of him, and shakes your hand.

“Y/N. I’m Bradley’s girlfriend.” When you say it, he shouts a yell and kicks his feet around. You can't tell how a man in his sixties can somehow do all of this, but you're smiling and laughing.

“Oh! You are one pretty catch! It is really nice to meet you!” Nick puts his arm around Carole and tugs her into his chest. She hits it playfully and lets Nick kiss her.

“Isn’t she just beautiful?”

“Bradley has good taste, just like his father.” Nick jokes and Bradley laughs. The atmosphere is warm and the worries start to disappear. Bradley stays close to you and he interacts with cousins, aunts, uncles, and others.

—

“I told you it would be fine.” Bradley told you later, handing you a water as you flipped through old baby pictures and other pictures from his childhood. He sits down next to you and covers an embarrassing picture with his hand. You look up and smile at him, and he kisses you on the tip of your nose and travels to your lips with soft pecks.

“I know. I've also been invited to brunch with your mom.”

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goose-draws-it · 4 months

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#simon ghost riley fanart #ghost fanart #simon ghost riley #task force 141 #simon riley #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #my art #goose.draws #🤠draws #cod #cod mw3 #cod fanart #goose.draws2023 #goose draws 2023 #simon riley fanart

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mads-weasley · 2 years

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Days Like This

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Wife!Reader

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A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! I hope you like what I've written even though it's super late and super short! Thanks for the support!

Request: Could you do one were rooster and reader are both pilots but reader has the day off, rooster comes home from a really bad day at work and just wants to cry it out in readers arms and then reader makes him feel better… love you work

Warnings: mentions of fighter crash, sad bradley, fluff

Just like every day for the past three years, at 5am sharp, the bed dipped down next to (y/n) as Bradley sleepily got up to get ready for work. As both were pilots, they had to be at the base by 6:30am every weekday. This day, however, she did not have to join him. A dentist appointment saved her from having to complete their early morning routine, but it didn't stop her from waking up.

As Bradley opened the door to the bathroom, he was careful to keep the light off until he got inside, not wanting to accidentally wake her. Snuggling under her covers, she tried to go back to sleep. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, her husband's quiet humming floated in the air from the shower. As she focused on the sound, sleep welcomed her quickly.

When he was ready for work, Rooster smoothed (y/n)'s hair back lovingly, kissing her on the temple.

"I love you, baby. I'll miss you today."

She stirred slightly. "Luh' you too."

(Y/n) walked through the door of their house, running her tongue over her slick and fresh minty teeth when her stomach rumbled. She checked her watch: 4:45 pm. Bradley normally got home around 5:30, so (y/n) began to search the cabinets for food to cook.

By the time she heard his keys jingle in the door, the food was done and she was setting the table. When the door opened, she smiled and called over her shoulder.

"Hey, Brad! I made spaghetti, and I kno-"

She trailed off when she heard the dull thump of his bag hitting the floor. Turning around, she was met with her husband's broad chest as he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. Instinctually, she rubbed his back with one hand while the other combed through his curly brown hair. They stayed like that for a while until (y/n) felt his shoulders shake softly.

The woman's heart broke at the sound of Bradley's broken sobs against her neck. Something was definitely wrong, and she had to find out what so she could help him however she could. Pulling away, she grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch. His soft brown eyes were bloodshot and puffy, which was a rare sight for Bradley. Even as someone who had a big soft side, he tended to keep his emotions in check. That was how (y/n) knew something was seriously wrong.

Sitting on the couch, she pulled him down to sit beside her before pulling him closer so she could hook her arm around his bicep, rubbing it lightly.

"What happened, Bradley?" She asked softly.

"I-uh," he sniffled. "Today we were doing a training mission and Phoenix and Bob...there was a bird strike."

(Y/n) took a deep breath, bracing herself for the words that could come next.

Bradley squeezed his eyes shut as his voice wavered. "They were going down and-and when they ejected, I saw Nat h-hit the canopy, (y/n/n). I saw her."

(Y/n)'s eyes teared up, finally understanding why this affected him so much. It was the same way his dad died: hitting the canopy while ejecting.

"Oh, sweetheart," she whispered, pulling him into her arms. "Is she okay?"

His only answer was a small whimper. "They're both gonna be okay, but...I just can't lose anyone else, (y/n). I can't. Especially not like that."

"I know. And you won't."

He shakily sighed. "Can you just hold me?"

"Of course, baby. I love you." (Y/n) smiled, running her fingers through his hair before leaning down to kiss his temple.

"I love you, too."

"I'll always be here on days like this, Bradley. Always."

That night, dinner was forgotten in the Bradshaw house as the couple soon fell asleep on the couch, fully content to be in each other's arms.

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waklman · 1 year

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Princess Treatment

summary: moments in your relationship with rooster where you give him the princess treatment.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x female reader.

warnings: none, but this is an 18+ blog.

a/n: independent gf x princess treatment bf trope is cute but i present to you independent bf x princess treatment gf. fluff. this is for my fellow bradley girlies!!

word count: 1.4k

read the epilogue of princess treatment here.

something ‘bout you masterlist.

Not only did Bradley inherit his father’s ruggedly handsome looks, but he had also developed his manners as well. And so, being a gentleman was what Bradley prided himself on—because it was a direct reflection of his father.

When he first met you, he made sure to that keep up–treating you like royalty just as Goose did with Carole.

There was nothing Bradley didn’t do for you. You needed a ride? He’ll pick you up. It’s raining? Don’t even think about stepping on that wet cement, because he’s carrying you.

And Bradley’s not sure when it exactly happened but along the course of your relationship, the roles began to switch. But to be fair, he should’ve known when what started as a joke, became a regular thing–you calling him baby girl.

“Oh, shit.” Bradley calls out.

It doesn’t take much for the entire car of men to pause their conversation, redirecting their attention onto Rooster’s ringing phone—which unfortunately sits on display, attached directly onto the pastel pink phone mount you bought for his car.

“Your girl is calling you.” Hangman points out the obvious.

“Yeah, No shit buddy.” Fanboy claps back from behind him.

Coyote leans in, eyes squinted at Rooster’s buzzing phone. “Cute.” he comments, referring to the contact picture he has set for you. Rooster is grinning ear to ear while you’re latched onto his bare back, sinking your canines right into his broad shoulder.

Hangman watches as Rooster’s frantic eyes are switching between the road in front of him and your incoming call.

“I got you man.”

Thinking he’s doing Rooster a favor, Hangman lunges forward to tap the green button, making sure to hit the speaker option right after, as well.

“No, wait-”

It’s too late. Rooster’s fate is sealed.

“Hey babygirl,” your bright voice rings out, hitting the ears of everyone seated inside his Bronco.

And it’s as if Bradley is stuck in a car full of elementary school children. Slowly but surely, he hears snickering coming from his right and obnoxious chortling coming from the back row.

“Honey, you’re on speaker.” Bradley speaks up, making an effort to cover up the giggling—coming from four grown men, in the background.

“Oh.” you exclaim.

“It’s alright baby, what’s up?”

“I was just calling to ask, if you wanted me to set up a bath for you?” you shly ask.

Bradley clears his throat, ignoring the various grinning faces pointed in his direction.

“Yeah, lavender bath bomb please.” he assures you.

“Okay, bye babygirl–wait—I..” you completely give up.

Bradley’s lips tug into a soft smile, envisioning the embarrassed expression you’re probably wearing right now.

Fully willing to take on the embarrassment instead, he decides to greet you goodbye too, “Bye babybear, see you at home.”

And almost immediately, everyone screams in laughter, upon hearing Bradley Bradshaw–the stoic six foot tall pilot call out the cutesy pet name in his gruff tone of voice.

From the driver’s seat, Bradley proudly soaks in the embarrassment that’s now thrown at him.

But the group of pilots makes it quite difficult for him to act unbothered. Annoyingly enough, Coyote shakes Bradley’s headrest, unable to contain himself while Payback and Fanboy cling onto each other for dear life–heaving for small pockets of air.

And worse of all Jake’s abnormally thick tears of laughter are falling onto Bradley’s shiny leather seats.

“Oh shut up, this is why you’re all single.” Bradley sneers, eyes fixed on the rear view mirror to watch everyone’s face fall flat.

“Oh come on dude.”

“Seriously?”

“That’s not funny.”

“Man..”

Upon hearing the chorus of whining and complaints, Bradley calls out to you over the phone.

“Laugh with me honey,”

Now, Hangman, Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy are forced to sit silently while you and Bradley sarcastically laugh at them for the next minute and a half, as a punishment.

“Bradshaw, you need a ride?” A woman’s voice calls out for him, from across the parking lot.

Snapping his neck in search of the familiar voice, Bradley sees Phoenix through his sunglasses, waving at him—relaxed against the hood of her car.

“Nah. I’m good, you go ahead!” He yells back, politely returning her wave.

“Alright. Suit yourself!” She gives him one final wave goodbye, before throwing herself inside the vehicle.

Rooster waits until she drives past him to shoot her a goodbye nod in return. In exchange, Phoenix sends him a look of acknowledgement, before she finally drives out the lot.

And not long after Phoenix drives off, you’re pulling up in his blue Bronco.

He instantly smiles seeing you waving him over, not wasting a second to jog up to where you’re parked.

“Hi, my passenger princess,” you greet him cheerfully, watching him sit after strategically climbing inside the truck.

“You know, this is my car, right?” he puckers his mouth, waiting for a kiss.

“I’ll do you one better,” you lean over to peck his eager lips.

“You know you’re sitting in the passenger seat right?” you smirk at him.

“And do you know what that makes you, Bradley Nick Bradshaw?”

“Your passenger princess.” Bradley sighs, sullenly. You won, as always.

“That’s right, baby.” you gloat, hand slapping down on his left thigh.

“When did I end up becoming the passenger princess?” Bradley whispers, looking up towards the sky as if he’s asking for guidance from his guardian angels.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” you jokingly scold, pinching at his inner thigh.

You swiftly change the topic, “Now, do you need help putting on your seatbelt?”

“No.” Bradley grumbles.

“Okay,”

You don’t give him a chance to react–already reaching over to pull the seat belt snugly over his chest, and snapping it into place.

“Now, let’s get you home, princess,” you smile, ignoring the astonished look on his face.

“You two out, we’re officially closed for the night.” Penny shoos you and Bradley towards the door.

Almost instantaneously, an idea pops up in both your heads at the exact same time.

You slowly turn your head to gauge if he has the same plan, and you’re met with the all knowing Bradley side eye—which gives you the go to dash forward first.

Bradley’s sure he’s going to make it towards the door before you, his naval training preparing him to act quickly.

But to his surprise, you’re already flying past him—determined look on your face as you reach to open the door first.

“How the fuck did you do that.” Bradley stops by the door, trying to catch his breath.

“Never underestimate the power of a gentlewoman,” you comment, holding the door open for him.

“I thought it was ladies first,” he points towards the open door.

“Technically, the lady already got here first,” you counter.

“Now, get your butt out the door, Bradshaw.”

“No,” he refuses.

“Would you two get the hell out my bar?” Penny shouts, not amused by the sight of you two still here.

Knowing you’re more stubborn than he is, Bradley stiffly walks out the door first.

You glow in satisfaction, following closely behind him, not forgetting to swat his butt in the process.

Bradley snaps his head over his shoulder, giving you a warning look.

“What?” you feign innocence, looking around to see what he’s so mad about.

“You know what.”

“C’mere baby.” you reach for Bradley, urging him to lay down on you.

“Honey, I’ll squish you like a bug.” Bradley tiredly voices the concern.

“Sounds like a great way to go out.” you tug at him, and he instantly falls right onto you.

“Long day?” you softly ask, digging your fingers into his field of curls.

“Mmhm.” Bradley can’t even bring himself to say words, too engulfed by the way your fingers expertly play with his hair—and his mind begins to wander off.

Though he loves taking care of you like how his father did with his mother, Bradley also learned to love how you looked after him in equal care. And in this moment, he wishes that they could’ve met you. They would love you almost as much as he does.

“You remind me of my dad.” Bradley gently speaks up, cheek pressed against your collar bone.

“Yeah? So I’m like Goose?” you smile, at the thought.

“Yeah. And I’m like my mom, cause my dad always treated her like a princess—just like how you do with me.” He draws the comparison.

“We’re like Goose and Carole.” you confirm.

“We’re just like Goose and Carole..” Bradley mumbles back, slowly drifting off.

“I love you, Bradley,” you whisper, catching him before he knocks out completely.

“I love you more, babybear.”

update- happy to announce that this blurb turned into a series, read more on babybear and bradley here.

thank you for reading, and as always-reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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topguncortez · 1 year

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Sorry to bother you, but I seen you reposted a prompt list and I was just wondering you could do “ hey, i got you some water. drink it all, you’ll feel better. “ whenever you have time 😊

Heat | Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x Female! Reader

warnings: heat sickness, passing out, vomiting, Goose being a cutie pie note: I am so soft for this man. He just screams "I don't care if you puke on me, I still love you." so send in Goosey thoughts:)

You and heat never got along.

It was another hot day in Lemoore. And hot days in Lemoore meant that the temperatures were reaching nearly 100 plus degrees. Your commander had given his usual morning safety briefing to remind everyone to drink plenty of water, use the arm dunking stations when needed, and to take breaks inside out of the unforgiving sun.

You were supposed to have a simple day, flight plans and maintenance in the morning and a hop with Maverick and Goose in the afternoon. You spent most of your morning inside the hangar, feeling the cool air on your body. In fact, you actually got kind of cold sitting in your office and looking over flight plans. Your water bottle sat on your desk, half drank, as you fueled your body with coffee instead to get through looking at maintenance documents all morning.

"Jesus, Great Balls of Fire, it's hot," Goose said as you, Maverick and himself walked out to your jets. You could see the heat waves on the horizon, "Think it ever gets too hot to melt the wheels?"

"Don't know," You shrugged, "Probably can cook an egg on the canopy though," You pointed to the top of your jet.

"Ha!" Goose said, "Loser has to cook an egg on their canopy. . . and eat it."

Maverick laughed at his back seater, "Goose, are you 30 or 15?"

"You're not supposed to ask a gentleman their age, Pete, it's rude."

Now it was your turn to laugh as you listened to the two pilots bicker like an old married couple. You had known Maverick and Goose since you first arrived in Lemoore about two years ago. You'd be fooling yourself if you said you didn't have a crush on the mustached RIO. He was good-looking, funny, and knew how to have a fun time.

You sat in your cockpit already sweating. It somehow felt hotter as you got ready for your hop. You could feel the sweat dripping down your neck as you waited for take-off.

"Is it just me or is it hotter up here than on the ground?" You heard Goose over comms and looked over to see him, giving you a wave.

"It's not just you, Mother Goose," You answered back, "Alright, tower this is ghost rider 1, ready for take off."

"Ghost rider 1, you are clear for take off."

You gave Goose and Maverick a thumbs up, before taking off towards the sky. Goose always loved watching you fly. If he could sit on the ground and watch you all day, he would. But it was even more of a fight to see you up close and in the air with you. Maverick noticed his RIO being unusually quiet, and knew that his eyes were trained on the skies ahead.

"Oh you are in deep," Maverick chuckled.

"I am no-"

"Tower this is Ghost Rider 2, permission for take off?" Maverick cut off his back seater and fixed the mask on his face.

--- --- ---

You had never been so happy to have your feet back on the ground. Being up in the sky just made the heat worse, and you knew that you had sweat stains in your flight suit. You were about ready to punch out the canopy if it didn't open quickly.

Goose had felt the heat too, and not just from the sun. The dog fight had been intense. You were one of the best pilots in the sky, and Maverick. . . well he was Maverick. You flew fast, and moved with precision. You and Maverick went back and forth between having missile lock on one another. Until you finally "shot" Maverick down by doing a pristine cobra move, and locked in.

"You think she'd teach me how to do that cobra move so slickly?" Maverick asked as the canopy pulled back, giving the aviators some fresh, but hot air.

"No clue," Goose said, taking his helmet off, "You think she'd ice me down if I asked?"

"Think with the head on your shoulders, Nicholas, not the other one," Maverick smirked, and unbuckled himself from his seat. Maverick climbed down first and took the flight gear from Goose.

"Oh I am thinking with this head," Goose said, taking his turn to climb down from the plane, "In fact, I think I'm gonna go be a gentleman and ask if she needs help with anything." Maverick gave his friend a nod, before patting his shoulder and starting on post-flight.

Goose smiled to himself, and fixed his hair a bit as he walked over to your plane. He hoped he didn't smell too bad, but you were used to being around smelly, sweaty men. He did a quick pit sniff as he walked up to you, seeing you leaning on your hand resting on the side of your plane.

"Hey, Dash, do you need anything?" Goose asked. You blinked a couple times, trying to register his voice in your head and also trying to focus your vision on something. Your back was to him and he couldn't see how pale you looked, "Dash?" He called your name again. He reached out to touch your shoulder when you doubled over and vomited all over the ground.

"Holy shit," Goose tossed his helmet on the ground and rushed to you as your legs nearly gave out, "Hey, I got you, I got you."

"Goose, I-I don't feel well," You mumbled.

"I know, c'mon, we gotta cool you down," Goose put your arm around his shoulders and wrapped one around your arm, "Alright, walk with me." You nodded and did your best to move your weak and wobbly legs, but It felt like you had no control over them.

Goose somehow managed to walk/carry you into the rec room, and sat you right down on the couch in front of the air conditioner. You were thankful that no one else was in the room to see you like this. You already got enough shit about being a female, you didn't need to get shit about this. Goose moved around the room quickly, going straight for the freezer and grabbing some icepacks and dishtowels.

"We need to get your core temp down," Goose said and You nodded.

"Do what you need too, Mother Goose," Your words were still slurred.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Goose said and unzipped your flight suit, stripping you down to your t-shirt and shorts. He lifted your arms slightly and put the icepacks under your arms pits. You let out a whine at the temperature change, but then welcomed it against your hot skin.

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You weren't sure when you fell asleep or maybe you even passed out, but you woke up in your dark barracks room with a box fan pointed right at you. Your head hurt as you looked around the room, spotting the door cracked open and a light coming from your common area. You tried to push yourself up from your bed but let out a groan instead. You still felt weak from your collapse earlier.

"Y/N?" You heard Goose call out to you. He was standing in the doorway to your room, you could seem him through the crack, "Can I come in?"

"Y-yeah," Your voice was raspy, probably from throwing up earlier.

Goose walked into your dark room and smiled at you, "Hey, i got you some water. drink it all, you’ll feel better," He said and handed you a glass of water. You basically drank it down in one go, the cool liquid soothing your throat.

"What happened?" You asked, setting the glass down on your bedside table.

"You got a bit over heated," Goose said and you groaned, "It's okay. We got you to the rec room, put some icepacks under your armpits. No one saw a thing if that's what you're worried about."

"Am I that transparent?" You asked nervously and Goose shook his head, "You didn't have to stay."

"I know," Goose said, "But I did to make sure you were okay. Ya know. . . you gave me quite the scare. I-I hadn't ever seen you like that."

You flushed red, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, Y/N," Goose said and shifted closer to you, "Did I ever tell you about the time that I had to be stripped down to my tighty whiteys at boot camp?" You shook your head, "I passed out while standing in the chow line. My drill sergeant yelled 'ice sheet!' and I was stripped down to my tighty whiteys right then and there, and this was before I had these bad boys," Goose held his arms up and flexed his biceps. You couldn't help but laugh at him, "There it is. There's that sound I love so much."

You playfully shoved Goose, "Thank you for making me feel better about upchucking on the tarmac."

"Always," Goose said, and grabbed your hand. You glanced down between your hands and back up at Goose, who had a blush on his face. He went to pull his hand away but you squeezed it and then laced your fingers with his.

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ohthatstragic · 2 years

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Ghostin' - p.m

a/n: ok so i was having a shitty, moody day and wanted to try out 1986 maverick cos i reeeeeally wanted to write goose, he seems so fun to write with and i just love him. i might split this into two parts if people like it, just let me know :)

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

p.s i sort of obviously sped through the break up part cos ew and i just wanted to get to the good bit...

pairings: maverick x reader, platonic!goose x reader, brief iceman x reader

wc: 3,900 to 4,000

warnings: break up, argument, mention of cheating, alcohol, flirting with the iceman

summary: it's 1986, and you have a boyfriend of four months who you love, but you're really in love with the infamous maverick. this causes you to cry yourself to sleep for the past month, the guilt eating you alive. maybe you bump into a certain pair of pilots?...

read part 2 here!

if you couldn't tell this was heavily inspired by:

ghostin by ariana grande

The soft sniffles and cries that escaped your lips woke your partner up, his groans a sign of him stirring awake. You fisted the blankets that covered the two of you, desperately trying to wipe away any signs that you had been crying yet again during the night.

"Y/N/N?" He groggily asked, throwing a hand on his barely-awake face to rub the sleep out of his eyes. You sighed quietly, a feeling of embarrassment and guilt quickly enveloping your curled up body.

"Hm?" You hummed, hoping he'd assume you were half-asleep and just leave you be.

"Are you okay?" Dominic asked. He shuffled about in his current position but he didn't dare turn over to look at you, fearing that he would see what he had seen for the past month. You, crying your eyes out over a guy who didn't seem reciprocate your feelings. You never asked Pete whether he did feel the same way - but you doubted it, considering his playboy-like personality.

It pained Dominic to know his girlfriend, who he loved deeply, was crying over another guy she had been - or was - in love with. However, it wasn't just any guy - it was her first love. And Dominic couldn't stand the thought of that. Despite his intense hate running deep for Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, his fervent love for his girlfriend overrode it and it gave him the motivation to power through this shit-show.

"Yes, why?" You quietly asked, trying to silence your whimpers as the pair of you lay back to back.

Dominic was silent for a moment, thinking. "I thought I heard you crying." He mumbled. You felt more tears prickle your eyes. The guilt was too much.

"No, I'm okay," You replied. "Go to sleep, Dom, I love you." It pained you to say those last three words. You felt hopeless. Embarrassed. Ashamed and sorry. You did love Dominic, but not as much as you loved Pete. It was gut-wrenching.

"Love you too." He muttered with a soft sigh, nuzzling his head into his pillow. Your glossy, tear-stained eyes gazed around the darkened room, landing on the window. Streams of the moonlight poured in through the lace curtains, casting a pretty doily-like shadows over the bottom half of the bed. You looked back up to your bedside table and landed on the digital alarm clock, showing twelve o'clock in big red blocks.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to rid any thought of the aviator in my head, desperately wanting to sleep.

****

It was a week or so later and you and your boyfriend were sat at the dining table on an early Saturday morning, attempting to eat breakfast as the pair of you ignored the significantly tense atmosphere surrounding you. "You okay?" You asked, your Y/E/C eyes flicking down to Dominic's limp hand which was idly swirling his cereal around in a bowl. His eyes remained on the table, and you could tell he was deep in thought about something.

"Yeah," He mumbled, looking up at you. Dominic flashed you a quick smile before rushing to stand up from the table the two of you were both sharing, shoving his cereal on the side. Your brows swiftly knitted together at the unusual action and you stared at him. He stared back, his hands coming to land on the counter behind him and he leant against it with his backside. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. "I have to tell you something, Y/N." He said, sheepishly looking up at you.

Your heart dropped at his serious, low tone. "What.. what is it?" You asked quietly, eyes still trained on him.

"I-I've been.. err.. seeing someone else." He muttered and your heart shattered. You swallowed, blinking rapidly, trying to comprehend what your boyfriend of four months had just said. "It's Sarah." He said again, not meeting your eyes. You couldn't speak, you just stared at your plate of half-eaten toast in front of you, your hands sitting as still as a rock. Tears began to well up in your eyes again.

You inhaled a sharp breath before you spoke, trying to swallow the sobs that threatened to escape. "My.. my best friend.. Sarah? That Sarah?" You asked, voice breaking at the end. Dominic's head shot up and he had an embarrassed look upon his face.

"Look, we haven't had sex in a long time, and I- you know how I am, I need a release, my work is too-" Dominic tried to reason with you, stumbling over his words like a new-born deer. You couldn't believe what was coming out his traitorous mouth. As his eyes found you, struggling to hold back tears, his face hardened and his brows furrowed, his mouth frowning. "Why does it even fuckin' matter, Y/N?! You're still in love with that fuckin' hotshot, Pete! All those nights you cried over him!" He yelled this time, and your heart hurt at the mention of his name. Dom spat out his name like it was some piece of shit.

"You know what, I'm sorry, Dom. I was wrong to rush into a relationship with you. I thought I was over him." You mumbled, tears flowing freely down your face now. 'This was my fault, I shouldn't have just used Dom as a distraction to my true feelings.' You thought to yourself, staring motionless at the ground. You loved your boyfriend, but it wasn't the same, pure love as you still had for Pete. "I'll do you a favour." You stated quietly, rushing to stand up from your seat, throwing the plate of toast beside the sink. "I should have just dealt with the pain, I shouldn't have made you feel like this." Dominic sighed at your swift movement, his head dropping as he felt the guilt of yelling at you start to engulf his body. He shook his head at me as he moved towards you.

"Y/N/N, I'm sorry," He begged, swiftly moving to catch your arm, his fingers tightening around it. "Don't go, please." Dom said, his dry eyes catching your tear-filled ones.

"Let go of me, Dominic." You muttered, trying to hold back your forthcoming sobs. He didn't budge, so you ripped your arm from him, walking to the front door as you grabbed my keys from the hook on the wall. "You won't hear from me or see me again." You said, throwing him an emotionless look. He looked hurt at the lack of feelings you had towards his dirty deed, thus making him scoff, the pained look on his face twisting into a face of anger. To you, this was your way out.

"You know what, this is your fault." Dominic chuckled dryly, his head lolling back as he folded his arms. "You were the one that pushed me to do this, you were the one crying over someone who didn't love you back, you were the one that made me do this!" He yelled, beginning to point his finger at you angrily, his face turning red with fury. You gasped at his words, lips quivering as you felt a wave of fear wash over you. You'd never seen Dom like this before and it frightened you a lot.

"What the hell else do you want from me?!" You screamed back, your hands clutching your chest. Tears fell down your cheeks again and you couldn't control your sobs. "I know I treated you horribly." You cried, in disbelief at the fact that he really said those things. "I'm sorry..." You quietly sobbed, turning away from him. "Goodbye, Dominic." You muttered, opening and slamming the front door behind you and running to your car.

****

"Y/N/N?" You heard a familiar voice sound from behind your sulking self and you quickly turned around to find the culprit. Through your teary eyes, you could make out a strawberry blonde set of hair and a moustache. Only one person you knew could rock that. Nick. Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw. Of course you bump into him after months. "I haven't seen you in-" Nick quickly stopped himself, noticing your tear stained cheeks. "What's wrong, angel?" He asked, the nickname making your lips perk up at the corners, showing a smile. You shook your head at him, averting your gaze to the ground.

"Nothing." You choked out, looking back up at him. A kind smile broke out on your face as you stared at him, the memories of him, Pete and you flooding back into your mind. Nick frowned at you, placing a comforting hand round your shoulders. He squeezed you, making you laugh through your cries.

"You know you can tell me anything, sweetie." He smiled down at you and you nodded, trying to breathe properly.

"Well, Dom cheated on me," You sighed, feeling Nick's grip tighten on your shoulders. His smile fell. "I was so heart-broken over Pete, I lost any interest in anything else. I guess I tried to drown myself in that relationship to get over him." You admitted, feeling the guilt coming back to swallow you up.

"Don't tell me you're blaming yourself for this?" Nick's voice lowered as he came to sit in front of you, placing a supportive hand on your knee. You couldn't meet his gaze. "Sweetie, this is not your fault. He could have left before doing such a scumbag thing." He said sternly, a finger coming to push your chin up so he could look into your wet eyes. "Dominic is a scumbag. And for the record, I never liked him. Neither did-" Before Nick could finish his sentence, another familiar voice perked up.

"Who didn't ya like, Goose?" A warm and familiar voice cut through the soft moment between Nick and you, making your heart stop. "Y/N/N?!" Pete gasped, his eyes lighting up as he saw you. His arms wrapped around you and picked me up from the chair. You swallowed back your sobs as he squeezed you. It felt like home in his arms, and you couldn't believe he was right here. "I haven't seen you in so long." He grinned, but it soon fell from his face once he saw your tear-stained cheeks. "Oh, angel, what's wrong?" His hands flew to your flushed cheeks, the pads of his thumbs wiping away your tears. Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname and you had to strangle another sob from escaping.

"It's Dominic." Nick simply said, making Pete glance at him. His eyes hardened as his RIO said the name he hated with his whole being. He could kill the guy, Pete never believed he deserved you. He believed that you deserved someone who called you beautiful every time you walked past them, each time you woke up and went to sleep. The guy was a complete manipulative asshole. "He cheated on Y/N." Nick said again, his eyes carefully watching his best friend. Maverick's whole body froze as he felt the rush of adrenaline spike through his body, anger bubbling beneath his skin.

"He what?" Pete spat, and you shut your eyes, knowing what was coming.

"Pete, it was my fault. It's nothing, don't worry about it." You mumbled as he looked at you, his eyes softening as he watched tears bubble against your waterline again.

"Sweetheart, I don't think it's nothing if it's making you upset," He sighed, feeling his heart break at the sight of you crying. "Do you want me and Goose to go teach 'im a lesson?" Pete asked, letting his hands fall to your sulking shoulders. You shook my head at his question and he frowned.

"No, he knows who you are and he could have you dishonourably discharged from the Navy," You protested, placing a hand upon Pete's one which was sat on your shoulder. Your body betrayed you and shivered at his touch. "Please, don't do anything. He'll get what's coming to him." You sighed, blinking away the remaining tears in your eyes. Maverick so desperately wanted to go and beat the shit out of Dominic for doing such a horrible thing to you, but his better half stopped him from doing so. It wasn't a good idea and you were right.

"Alright," Pete sighed, closing his mouth momentarily. "As long as you're happy, angel." He smiled at you, making your heart flutter. Nick glanced at the two of you and a smile of his own slipped on his lips, taking a sip of his drink. The RIO knew there was something between you two, but he didn't want to intervene unless he really had to. Carole would want him to.

"Thanks, Pete." You chuckled, laying your head on the side of his hand.

****

"I feel so out of place," You laughed, as Nick, Pete and yourself walked into the ballroom in linked arms. You stood in the middle, wearing a knee-length, strappy navy dress. The neckline was a cowl, and the skirt was flowy and crimped, with a matching navy string to define my waistline. You paired it with some strappy metallic gold heels and a simple black purse. "Maybe I should've gone to a party shop and hired a Navy officer dress." Nick laughed beside you, throwing you an amused glance. Pete only smirked, keeping his eyes trained on the room.

"And what would you say to the other Navy officers when they approached you, angel?" Pete asked as we reached the bar, sitting down on a free barstool.

"Um, I would just repeat your stories." You shrugged, smiling. Pete's eyes narrowed at you and he smiled, shaking his head as if you had just said something so incredulous. Your cheeks burned at his smile.

"Sweetheart, everyone knows our stories," He sighed, leaning against the bar with his arm. Your knees went weak at the pet name, and you thanked your lucky stars that you were sat down when he called you that. "You know why?" You wrinkled your nose and shook your head trying to shake off the feelings - and also in reply - staring at the pilot. He chuckled and his lips perked up into a smirk. Another heart flutter. "Because we're the only ones crazy enough to be able to retell them." Pete laughed and Nick joined him, his eyes crinkling. You couldn't hide the big grin that spread across your face.

"Even the one where you crash and burn after singing that god-forsaken song to a poor woman?" You teased, laughing. Nick joined you this time, his eyes falling to his co-pilot. Pete's eyes rolled as he stared at you and a joyful smile spread across his cheeks. You felt your heart begin to race as you stared back at him, a blush flowering across your cheeks. "I wonder if that'll happen tonight." You joked quietly, turning around to face the bar and Pete scoffed at your words.

"Hey," He said, poking his head around your shoulder to meet your gaze. Your eyes darted to his in shock. "For the record, that scene has a seventy percent success rate!" Pete stated, cocking his brow and folding his arms.

"Eh, more like fifty." Nick replied, trying to hide the shit-eating grin beneath his moustache. You snorted, and waved over the bartender. A lady dressed in a smart white shirt, black vest and a black bow tie wandered over and she smiled at me.

"Whatever, it's still a good move." Pete sighed and shrugged his shoulders, his eyes sliding across the room we were all stood in. His little tantrum made you giggle to yourself and your chest felt warm as your mind was flooded with thoughts about him.

"Can I get two beers and a whiskey and coke on the rocks with lime, please?" You asked politely, holding out your credit card. You flicked your eyes down to her name card, reading Nina.

"Any certain beer?" Nina asked, glancing between the backs of Nick and Pete's head. You leaned in and laughed quietly.

"Any run of the mill will do." You winked and giggled, in which Nina did too. "Thank you, Nina." A kind smile graced your lips as you turned back around to face Nick and Pete, although you were met with nobody. Your eyes glanced around the room, looking for a brunette and strawberry blonde duo, soon finding them stood with a blonde woman. It felt like your heart sunk a little at the sight. "Ugh, typical." You sulked and rolled your eyes, turning back around to face Nina who sent you an apologetic look.

"Here you go, and I'm sorry about your friends. Men never change." She smiled, and you laughed softly at her words, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, they sure bloody don't." You groaned, grabbing the two beer bottles and your glass of whiskey and coke. 'Time to sit by myself, I suppose.' You thought to yourself, holding in a loud sigh that threatened to escape your lips. "Thanks again, Nina. See you later hopefully." You threw on a fake grin and shrugged, wandering off to an empty table. The grin fell from your face as soon as you turned around. "Bloody men." You mumbled to yourself, the drinks thudding down on the table as you dropped them in a huff. You took a sip of your drink and ran a hand through your hair.

"Rough night?" A gruff voice said beside you, making you jump. You looked up to find another Navy officer dressed in his white service dress. He had blonde streaks in his hair, and a pair of black aviators rested on the bridge of his nose as he flashed you a stunning smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you jump." He said, offering you a kind smile.

"It's alright," You smiled back at him, almost sheepishly. You wonder if Pete and Nick knew him. "Pilot?" You asked, nodding at his smart attire. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. The man looked to be handsome, even with his aviators hiding part of his face.

"Yep," The man smiled again, making your heart skip a beat. "You?" His fingers came up to his face, removing his sunglasses and revealing a stunning pair of green eyes. You almost lost your cool and let your mouth hang open.

"Oh, no," You shut your eyes, quickly shutting your mouth and shook your head, smiling a lopsided smile. "I just got dragged here by some friends. They thought I needed a night out." You said, looking up at the pilot.

"I'm Tom by the way, callsign Iceman." He held out his hand for you to shake and you accepted it graciously with a bright grin. "Who are your friends by the way? Maybe I know them?" Tom cocked a brow at you, his eyes quickly glancing at your dress, making your cheeks burn. He noticed and smiled again.

"I'm Y/N, and my friends are Pete and Nick- well, you probably know them as Maverick and Goose." You laughed, and shot Tom a bashful smile, looking away from him as you took another sip of your drink.

"Oh yeah," He chuckled, his eyes softening at you. "I know those two nutcases." He joked, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he laughed gently, his chest bouncing. "So, how does a beautiful woman such as you become friends with a couple of guys like Goose and Maverick?" Tom asked, taking a sip of his beer, looking into your eyes with a curious smile.

You couldn't hold back the coy smile on your face. "Oh, thank you," You blushed. "But I was neighbours with Goose back when we were younger. Him and Maverick a little older than me." Tom's face had a look of realisation on it as he looked at you, his lips picking up into another shining smile.

"No, that definitely explains it." He chuckled, placing a gentle hand on your forearm. A weird feeling settled in your chest, and you tried to ignore it, despite it being rather pleasant. Tom removed his hand, not wanting to make you too uncomfortable. Before Tom could ask another question, an arm was slung around your shoulders. Turning to the side, you checked who's arm it was in question.

"Ice," Pete greeted his shipmate, although it didn't sound friendly. Almost hostile in a way. You frowned to yourself, watching Tom and Pete share a glare between each other. "You look well." Pete followed up on his greeting. Nick stood awkwardly to the left of him. Pete turned to you briefly. "You okay, angel?" He asked and you swiftly nodded in response. What was his problem with Tom?

"I'm fine." You replied with a short sigh, a little miffed that he interrupted your pleasant conversation with Tom. Pete's brows knitted together at your answer and you shrugged his arm from your shoulders gently. "How did it go with that blonde woman?" You asked, feigning interest, deep down wishing the woman was you.

"Crashed and burned, didn't you buddy?" Nick finally piped up, shooting his best friend a cheeky smile. Pete only returned a weak smile, his chest bubbling with irritation at the fact that his rival, Iceman, was talking to you.

"Nothing new then, hey Maverick?" Tom joked, patting his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. He chuckled and looked at you, a smile slipping onto his lips. "It was an honour to meet you, Y/N. See you around, maybe." Tom smiled and began to walk off, but not before sending Pete a taunting smile.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced between Pete and Nick. "What the hell was that all about?" You asked impatiently.

"Ice and Mav have this rivalry going on." Nick shrugged, eyeing the beer on the table. You rolled your eyes and nodded, saying he could take it. "Thanks." He mumbled awkwardly, watching you closely. Pete stayed silent.

"Did you have to ruin my conversation with Tom, Pete?" You clenched your jaw as you looked at him, trying to decipher what the hell was running through his head. "Just because you crash and burn doesn't mean you have to take me down with you, Pete." You stated, and Pete finally looked up at you.

"Ice is bad news, Y/N/N." He simply shrugged. You groaned at his brief reply. "He's not good for you." He said again, fuelling a raging fire inside you.

"Sorry? How do you know what's good and what's bad for me?" You seethed. Who did he think he was? "I don't interfere with your love life, so why should you interfere with mine?" Your eyes narrowed and you sighed in exasperation. "Just because you have some silly rivalry going on between you, doesn't give you the right to stop me from getting to know him." You said again, watching Pete just stare at the floor. Instantly, you regretted your tone. "Pete." You softly said, your heart wrenching at the sound of his name rolling off my tongue. He was someone you could never have, and the slight realisation killed you inside.

"You're right. I'm sorry." Pete mumbled, his jaw clenching. Nick looked at his best friend and sighed softly to himself, knowing the true reason why he had come over and interrupted. "I'm just gonna head home. Sorry for ruining your night, Y/N/N."

"No, Pete, don't go." You sighed, trying to grab his arm but he shrugged you off - just like you did with his arm. Your eyes remained on his smart, white outfit as he stormed out of the ballroom. You felt your heart sink knowing you might have hurt Pete. You were about to run after him but the sound of Nick's authoritative voice pulled you out of your insane daydream.

"Let him go, Y/N/N." Nick said gently, placing a hand on your forearm. You looked up at him, frowning as tears pooled in your eyes. "He'll be fine."

"Nick-"

"Trust me."

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thewulf · 8 months

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Downright Gorgeous || Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Summary: Request - Hi! Can you write a request about ‘86 Maverick where they’re like at the club or something and some other pilot tries to flirt with the reader and that makes the reader feel anxious and nervous, so when Maverick sees this, he gets all mad at the other pilot and protective over the reader and he defends her. Just something angsty and fluffy:) I’d totally understand if you don’t want to write it

A/N: Who doesn't love a good Top Gun 1986 Mav! He's so precious.

Pairing: Young Pete "Maverick"Mitchell x Y/N

Word Count: 3,400+

You’d known Pete for almost as long as your brother, Nick, had. He’d only beaten you by a few days. You were a Naval nurse that always seemed to be stationed close to your brother. The first time you met Pete was when he got sucker punched in the face by a rather handsome man in Tom Kazansky. He went running to medical and you were his nurse. He was enamored with you quickly, especially learning that you were Goose’s sister, twin sister at that.

After years of playful flirting and happen chances you were moved to Miramar right after your brother and Pete were shipped off. Curious it was. You missed him, truly, so it was a little exciting to get the call. The two of you were literally attached at the hip growing up, being twins and all. This was the loneliest time in your life, you’d be amiss to say you were jealous he’d found a replacement for you so quickly after he left for flight school. Those couple years between school and deployments were your least favorite as the two of you barely saw each other.

You were captured in that Mitchell charm rather quickly that first time you met him. It took you a moment to piece together that he was your brothers new friend. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think he was handsome as hell, even if he wasn’t the kind of guy you’d normally go after.

You knew you could look but couldn’t touch. Not with Nick’s best friend. He’d skin your ass alive, and you knew that. That didn’t stop you from forming a massive crush on him as you got to know him more throughout the years though. The two of you shamelessly danced around what could be on a daily basis. Nick knew there was probably something more there. Even if he tried to deny the connection the two of you had. He’d only be able to stop it for so long. But he’d keep trying for his sake. He knew as soon as Pete committed to somebody the time he got with his best friend would dwindle quickly. But, if Pete was going to get with somebody he’d be thrilled for it to be you.

You’d just gotten into Miramar and settled in when your brother invited you out to The Hard Deck for some drinks. He promised it wouldn’t get too rowdy knowing you were much more of a homebody rather than a party goer these days. When Nick casually mentioned that Pete would be coming with him you quickly agreed. Nick wasn’t stupid. He knew all about your silly little crush on his best friend. He could get you to go almost anywhere if Pete would be going. He then turned around and convinced Pete to go by mentioning that you agreed if he’d be there. Little did Nick know he was playing mini matchmaker as the two of you got closer and closer with each little activity he’d planned.

When you walked through the front door of the Hard Deck, after putting some effort into the way you looked because… Pete, your attention was drawn to the bar where your brother and Pete were already sitting, “Well I’ll be damned. Y/N Bradshaw out at a bar. A sight rarely seen.” He stood offering his seat to you as the bar had already filled out earlier on in the night than you’d expect. You’d be lying if you said you thought far too much of the little interaction. He was just being kind. You were his best friends twin sister after all. Nothing more, no matter how much you wished it differently.

You rolled your eyes punching him in the shoulder, “Keep that up and I’ll high tail it right out of here Mitchell.”

He winked leaning on your barstool rather than Nick’s, “Love that mouth on you Bradshaw.”

“Jesus, I’m sitting right here.” Nick sighed rolling his eyes at the two of you. Seemingly realizing the two of you were closer than ever at actually going for it. He’d seen Pete lay it on thick before, but this was something else.

Pete flicked his eyes over to his friend, “Wish you weren’t.” That got a laugh out of you. He was so fucking smooth when he wanted to be. Nick simply flipped him off before muttering something, grabbing his beer, and heading to the other side of the bar.

“Can’t believe that worked.” You laughed while flagging down the bartender to order your drink.

Pete smiled at you, taking in your appearance. You hadn’t a clue the massive crush he too harbored on you. Nick didn’t know for sure, but he thought he knew it was deeper than he was making it out to be. Pete wasn’t shy about making comments. He was always careful not to cross a line. But lately things were changing for the two of you. He was utterly pulled to you. Wanting to be around you at nearly every turn. Like two magnets drawn to one another.

“You should know by now Goose does what I ask him to.” He raised his eyebrows studying your face for your reaction.

“Does he now?” You asked leaning back after thanking the bartender for your pale ale.

Pete nodded slowly grinning right at you.

“Won’t be the same case for me. But you know that.” Not having a clue where the outwardly confidence was coming from you took a sip of your own beer eyeing him curiously.

Laughing, he nodded his head in agreement, “Trust me pretty, I do.” Pete smirked seeing the inevitable blush that started forming on your cheeks. It wasn’t the first time he’d used that name on you, but damn did it make your heart race. You wanted nothing more than to have him think you were pretty.

You decided to push it tonight because why not? Pete always pushed it, maybe it was your turn, “Pretty?” You asked leaning forward towards him, utterly interested as to what he had to say to that.

Pete raked his eyes up and down you sitting frame slowly, so slowly, “Downright gorgeous if I’m honest.” He nodded agreeing with himself.

“I don’t think Nick would like you saying that.” You could’ve sworn your heart stopped at the way he smiled at you. Like nothing you’d ever seen before with him.

“Goose isn’t around. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He leaned forward staring right at your lips. He surely wasn’t afraid to hide his desires. Desires you wished the two of you could act upon.

Before anything further could go on Pete was pulled into another conversation to his side, literally. A hand grabbed him and pulled him. You heard the groan as he turned back to you, “Be right back pretty. Iceman here needs some help.” He winked at you before receiving a clap to the back of the head earning a snicker from you.

It wasn’t five seconds later another person tried and succeeded in sitting at Pete’s spot, “I’m sorry, that spots taken.” You spoke not looking over. Truth be told you hated confrontation more than anything.

“Well, I’d argue it’s not.” A male voice spoke. You rolled your eyes finally looking over at him. ‘Course he was a pilot in those pretty white Navy uniforms you loved so dearly. He would’ve been handsome had he not opened up that ugly mouth of his.

“My friend is just using the restroom. He’ll be right back.” You looked around for Pete after losing him in the crowd to his pilot buddies. Your brother was long lost to the crowd as well. You’d just have to deal with the pig on your own.

“I’ll hold his spot until he’s back then, beautiful.” That got you to look at the sleezy man once again. He just wasn’t getting your hint.

This right here was why you avoided places like these. You peaked around once more feeling defeated not spotting any familiar faces in the crowd, “I’d rather you not.”

He laughed, a gross sound compared to Pete’s casual one, “Playing hard to get is adorable hun.” He cooed, mocking you. Surely a man who rarely got rejected. Maybe you should just get up and give up the spot. It wasn’t worth it at this point. This douchebag was being relentless, and he wouldn’t stop, you knew that.

Your frustration was evident on your face, he clearly wasn’t picking that up, “Please, just go, my boyfriend will be right back.”

He laughed that nasty laugh, throwing his head back, “Oh he’s your boyfriend now? Was just your friend a moment ago.” He leaned forward placing a hand on your knee. You jerked it back quickly without much of a second thought while sending him a nasty glare.

“Don’t touch me.” It didn’t sound as menacing as you’d have hoped. A shaky sounding voice exited as you’d prayed somebody would come and save you. The dude clearly didn’t have any boundaries.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He cooed at you again with that stupid smile creeping up all over again.

Lucky for you Pete had seen the interaction as he was keeping an eye on you. The dude seemed harmless at first until he laid a hand on you. Disgust crossing your face let him know you weren’t comfortable in the slightest. He had to do something. You were his best friends sister.

Before you could respond Pete did for you, “Get the hell out of my seat. The fuck is wrong with you?” Pete nearly growled. A sight you had yet to see from the man. It made you feel weirdly attracted to him at that very moment, a protective nature unfolding before you.

The man smirked while getting up from the seat, “The friend boyfriend I presume.” Shooting you a wink he turned back to Pete.

Pete shook his head, “Fuck off Lieutenant.” You saw the man glance at Pete’s status on his uniform indicating his recent promotion to Captain. There was something. The man rolled his eyes this time before walking away leaving you with an enraged Pete.

He turned to you looking you over. His expression softened seeing your irritated gaze, “Are you alright Y/N?” He asked looking you over, afraid of what the answer could be.

“I’m fine.” You looked away from him quickly feeling almost embarrassed at how quickly the entire thing escalated.

He sat down looking at you skeptically, “Are you sure?”

You nodded finding his concern more than endearing, “Yeah.”

“You don’t sound like it Bradshaw. The woman I know is usually a lot more decisive.” He pressed wanting to make sure you actually were fine. As much as you tried to deny it or wanted to hide it Pete knew you. He knew what your ticks were and handsy men were certainly one of them.

Closing your eyes, sighing, then taking a sip of your beer you thought for a moment, “I’m okay. You got here just in time. I just…” You paused not sure where you were going with it, “Never mind.” You spoke softly in frustration with yourself. Why was being real and vulnerable with him seeming so impossible? He’d been nothing but patient and kind with you, why were you having a hard time returning the favor? Digging down into the next layer seemed so scary, you’d never let anybody do it before. Maybe, just maybe, you were terrified to take the next step with somebody. Let alone your fucking brothers best friend.

Pete shook his head terribly unsatisfied at that answer, “No say it pretty girl. Stop hiding from me. It’s just you and me here, nobody is listening in.” He could see your eyes nervously trailing the bar. Like you were planning your escape. God, he really did know you and your mind because that’s exactly what you were planning, the great escape.

You gulped down a few drinks of the cold beer trying to find the nerve before continuing, “I just wish men would listen. I told him no five times and he wouldn’t take the damn hint Pete. It’s not the first time either. Seems like every time I come to one of these stupid bars this type of shit happens.” You sighed setting the coaster you were playing with in your hands down, “That’s why I hate coming out. It happens more often than not.” You admitted to him. Slowly you looked over to him, afraid of the reaction you would get from him. So often you’d get dismissed, your concerns tossed aside. It’s truly why you just stayed home. It was easier to avoid the situation entirely rather than get victim blamed for whatever action the man of the day decided to do.

You watched him process your words though. Really listen. A brief flash of hope surged through your body as he seemed to be the first male, other than your brother, who actually listened to you, “I know it doesn’t mean much, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have to worry about that. I’m sorry we are like that…” This time he paused looking away from you, trying to find his words. Because this wasn’t easy for him either. He was Pete, the playboy. The guy who flirted with anything that moved. The guy who could get whatever he wanted. But with you? You made him feel special. You filled a void he’d been searching for. He was convinced that was why he was the way he was. He was searching for that something that he could never seem to find. Then he found you. But you were off limits. So, he doubled down and tried to find something just like you, or better. But that was a pipe dream, he knew it. Nobody was like you. Nobody could compliment him as well as you did. Nobody seemed to come even remotely close to challenging him like you did. You were quick, witty, charismatic, everything he was looking for in a partner.

You nodded listening to him. Before you could respond though he continued, “I won’t lie to you Bradshaw, I was one of those guys. Been one of those guys. Thought it was charming or some shit like that. But you’ve opened my eyes to it. A lot of these guys think they know better, they’ll never listen. They’re asshole pilots.”

You laughed at that, feeling a small weight being lifted off your shoulders. Pete was digging with you, willing to get deeper than either of you had before, “Like you? An asshole pilot?” You joked with him, wanting to lift the mood just a bit.

He pushed your side lightly, loving the banter between the two of you. That’s how he knew you really were okay. Or that you’d be okay. He’d make sure of it, that was for damn sure, “Oh pretty.” He tossed back the last bit of beer from his glass, snickering after he gulped it down, “You’re sitting with the biggest asshole pilot out here.”

You laughed at that comment, “For some reason, I don’t have a doubt in my mind at all.”

He grinned enjoying seeing you with a smile on your face once more. He adored that smile of yours, “Only in the air though.”

You pushed his side in return, “Now I know you’re lying.” You shot him a wink loving the reactions you were able to stir out of him.

“You’re nothing but trouble Bradshaw.” His laugh was infectious. You couldn’t help but to join in giggling with him. There was something about him that just made you feel so utterly like yourself, perfectly content.

Feeling overly confident you answered him, “I don’t think you’d have it any other way. I get the feeling you like it.”

He nodded, a growing smile on his face, “I do. You know what else I like?” He looked you over again, letting you know just how pretty he thought you really were with that smirk washing over his face.

You cocked your head to the side wondering where he was going with this, “What’s that?”

He grinned loving every second of this, “You, I like you Y/N.”

You were sure your cheeks were as red as a damn tomato, sure of it. Your heart picked up to a rapid-fire speed as you processed what he said to you, “You… what?” Was all your brain could think to spit out at that comment.

His smile only grew seeing you work through it knowing he had completely thrown you off your game. He loved doing that to you. The overthinker you were surely didn’t account for this though, “I like you. Isn’t it obvious Bradshaw? I call you pretty, flirt with you all the time, annoy your brother to death about you.”

The blush on your cheeks surely darkened at that, “You do? He’s never said anything.”

Pete nodded, “Don’t think he’s actively trying to hook his best friend and sister up.”

“Well, when you put it like that.” You laughed realizing how ludicrous it really did sound. Was this actually happening? He actually liked you?

When you went silent for a moment and got that far off stare he knew he needed to speak up, “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours Y/N.” He took your hand in his, a bold move. One he’d been dying to do for quite some time. Between the alcohol and the confession and your obviously good reaction to it all had him feeling a little bit more daring with you than he’d normally would have been.

“You like me?” You turned to him with a look of confusion on your face.

He nodded quickly, “I thought I made it pretty obvious.”

“You probably did. I’m just clueless sometimes.” You smiled relishing in the feeling of Pete holding your hand in his much larger ones.

“You don’t say.” He gave your hand a squeeze letting you take your time. Not forcing you into any sort of confession.

But you wanted to give him one, because damn did he make you feel all sorts of things, “I like you too. You know that?”

This time it was his turn to have that shocked expression cross his face, “You do?”

“A lot.” You nodded your head at him, “More than I probably should.”

He leaned in a little closer now, closer than he’d been before, “I’d argue against that Bradshaw.” Brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face he took you in at a distance much closer than he’d normally seen you. Breathtakingly beautiful, that was his conclusion.

“At the bar? Really guys?” Your brothers annoying as hell voice broke the concentration the two of you had on one another. Pete rolled his eyes while you turned away in embarrassment.

Pete sighed before flipping his eyes to his RIO, "Goose! Really man?” Pete threw him a nasty look before pulling away from you.

“That’s my sister.” He shot him an equally as nasty look with his arms crossed over his chest. If your face wasn’t as red as a damn tomato from the confession it surely was from getting caught by your brother.

��Adult sister who can make her own decisions.” You coughed making sure to insert yourself between the bickering boys.

Nick only flipped you off. Pete gave you a high five loving how you could get under your brothers skin just as deep as he could. He was convinced the two of you were made for each other.

Nick scrunched his nose getting that defeated look across his face, “I don’t condone this.” He pointed at the both of you.

“But?” You interjected knowing he had more to say. Nick always had something more to say.

“I can’t stop it either.” He shook his head before looking right at Pete, “Maverick I swear to God if you hurt her in any way… I’ll beat the living shit out of you.”

Pete smiled knowing that was a valid threat, “I wouldn’t expect anything less Goose. Trust me though, I think it’s her you have to worry about. She’s going to break my heart.” Pete shot you one last wink before grabbing your hand in his. Letting Nick know just how serious he was planning to take this one. You weren’t like his flings of the past. You were different. You were you. He was waiting on you and here you are. Ready to start this life with him, one step at a time.

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Not to add another au to my pile, but...

You have lived by a very simple rule while on your "last summer" vacation: the best travel recommendations come from dudes that are down bad.

Your tinder has one sentence on it and all your best pics, "in town for the week, looking for fun." So far you've barely had to pay for anything, you've had some of the best food you've ever eaten, gone to the coolest clubs you'd never have found on trip advisor, and gotten laid more than you could've dreamed. At least half of them were pretty good too.

You hover over a profile, over the name "Ghost" and some choice shirtless pics. These types of profiles always go one of two ways: fake or fantastic. You swipe right, if it's fake you'll know quickly. Your phone lights up green. It's a match. Your fingers hesitate before typing out a quick message. He gets to you first.

"Down for some fun this weekend?" You laugh at the eggplant emoji and start typing your response before another message rolls in, "we can walk around/grab drinks before."

You smile a little wider, "what a gentleman."

"Always, gentleman in the streets, wild in the sheets"

"That line work for you?"

"You tell me."

You hate to admit it, but he's funny, and funny works for you. There's something about the way confident guys flirt that really gets you going. Not to mention this sort of confidence tells you the profile is real enough for you to send a loose itinerary of your time in London.

"Drinks on Saturday then," he tells you after a minute. You let your heart flutter a normal amount.

"Where are we going?"

"I'll send you the address, you send me your number."

Alright maybe your heart flutters a little more than normal. You like a man who knows what he wants.

Part 2

#simon ghost riley #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #cod x y/n #cod ghost #ghost mwii #x reader #whats up my lovely party people i am a liter of sangria down and having a blast #conversation is ripped straight from my tinder btw this man is down bad #something about talking to men on a dating app overseas idk what it is #they have great recs #also i thought wouldnt it be funny if goose met ghost while studying abroad #so au of my au but also its own au #now i gotta come up with a new reader nickname #or just stick to pet names

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lesbianpepsi · 9 months

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amber freeman x reader - fake texts

summary: goose is still deulu and tired after their shift

#goose chats #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman x you #amber freeman x fem reader #amber freeman x y/n #amber freeman x female reader #scream five #fake texts #amber freeman scream #amber freeman fake texts

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multifandomfanfic · 2 years

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

Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem! Reader

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

Word Count: 6k

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

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

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

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

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

“I gotta get out of here.”

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

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

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

“Sorry.”

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

“Sorry.”

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

“Dad!”

Through the cacophony of voices, I called out.

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

“Dad!”

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

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

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

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

“Who!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Lovely.”

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

“Y/N!”

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

“Y/N!”

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

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

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

“What the hell?”

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

I cocked my brow.

Wait a minute.

Is that who I thought it was?

There's no way.

There’s no way in hell.

"Bradshaw?!”

My brows furrowed in perplexity as I screamed his name.

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

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

This yelling was starting to irritate me.

“Come over here and let’s talk!”

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

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

“Hey Y/N.”

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

“Hey!”

I exclaimed.

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

“My God! You look so much different!”

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

“I assume you're complimenting me.”

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

perfect?

“Yes! You look great!”

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

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

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

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

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

Again?

“What do you mean again?”

I asked, one of my brows cocked.

“Oh! I’m in the navy. I fly planes.”

Well, that explains the perfect body.

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

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

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

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

I tucked my bottom lip under my top teeth.

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

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

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

Bradley raised his hand to silence me.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N.”

He assured me that my forgetfulness was understandable.

I motioned for him to come closer.

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

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

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

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

“That’s about it.”

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

“Wow. That’s super cool.”

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

“Do you wanna go inside?”

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

“Sure.”

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

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

“Thank you, good sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit!

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

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

Shit.

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

Is it getting hot in here?

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

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

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

Oh God, it was growing hotter by the second.

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

Above all, I had to get away from Bradley.

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

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

I dismissed any worries with a shake of my head.

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

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

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

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

Bradley?

Oh, shit.

“Hey Y/N.”

He smiled as he closed the door behind him.

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

“What are you doing up here?”

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

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

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

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

Oh.

My.

God.

“What?”

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

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

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

“Let me jog your memory a little.”

He began, take one long stride forward.

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

Oh God.

I’m fucked.

“Well I just…”

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

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

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

But he didn’t.

He didn’t move a muscle.

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

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

Then, Rooster cracked a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

What was going on inside his brain?!

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

What the hell was going on?!

“Take off your clothes.”

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

“What?”

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

“I’m not going to repeat myself.”

I waited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

This was gonna be a long night.

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

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

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

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

“Fuck.”

He murmured, his tone husky.

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

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

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

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

“Ohhhh.”

He sighed.

“You’re such a good girl for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck baby, you’re making me crazy.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Your fucking mouth is perfect.”

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

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

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

“You’re making a mess sweetheart.”

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

“Sorry.”

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

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

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

I was never a big fan of begging.

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

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

“Please Bradley. I need you.”

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

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

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

I gulped.

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

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

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

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

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

“Rooster.”

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

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

“Shhhhhh.”

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

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

I knitted my brows, confused.

Rooster smirked, cocking his head to the side.

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

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

“Okay.”

I mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my god.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck. You taste amazing.”

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

“I can’t wait to fuck you.”

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

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

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

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

“Is it big enough for you pretty girl?”

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

“Yes. Your cock is perfect.”

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

“Please start moving Rooster.”

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

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

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

“You’re such a good girl for me.”

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

“You’re taking my cock so well.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Rooster. I’m gonna cum.”

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

“Cum all over my cock pretty girl.”

Wait.

“Rooster, do you think they can-“

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

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

Who cares if anyone could hear us?

Rooster certainly didn’t.

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

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

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

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

My face contorting into whatever pleasurable expression came naturally.

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

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

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

But Rooster wouldn’t let me.

“Bradley-“

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

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

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

I wanted to cum again for him.

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

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

“Rooster.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was close, so close.

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

“Rooster… I’m gonna cum again.”

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

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

“Rooster…”

I begged.

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

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

“Fuck!”

I shouted, my pussy clenching around his cock.

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

Bradley inhaled sharply.

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

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

I collapsed against him, finally reaching my breaking point.

Rooster chuckled.

“Are you tired?”

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

“Yes. That was… a lot.”

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

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

I smiled.

“That'd be great.”

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

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

“Do I look good?”

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

I chuckled.

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

Rooster smirked.

“Good.”

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

“Wait! Bradley!”

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

“Sir.”

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

I rolled my eyes and waved him away.

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

Bradley laughed and showed me his perfect set of teeth.

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

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

Ten minutes, starting now.

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

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