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eternalsams · 6 months

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Cherry Pie ⇴ J.Seresin

pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

content/warning: 18+, smut, fwb situation, swearing, alcohol consumption, boys will be boys, 'love' confession, just a bit of angst, no use of Y/N, pet names like "honey" or "sweets", COMMUNICATION IS KEY.

summary: You just moved in San Diego and you needed help with all the boxes and furniture. Naturally, you called Jake to give you a hand and that's it, right?

words count: 2.0k

notes: this is my contribution to @roosterforme's Rocktober playlist, just as asked, the fic is inspired by the song but you don't need to know it to read this, obviously... Also, English isn't my first language so please take that into your consideration. (I've spent the whole day writing this because I knew I'd never get it done before the end of October)

ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS

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"Oh, by the way, didn't you tell us one of your friends just moved here?" Rooster said as his eyes were fixed on the pool table where they were playing. Jake scoffed and sighed, trying to suppress the smile creeping up on his lips. "Oh yeah, you said that! What was her name again?" Fanboy pointed out with a light smirk. Jake was about to answer him when Payback clapped his hand on his shoulder, stopping him on his track. "Bagman's got a female friend? I don't believe it!" He laughed loudly. "I do have a female friend, I'm not that big of an jerk." Jake got up and slapped his hand flat on the table.

"We're still friends, huh?" You asked as his lips made their way down the column of your neck. Another moan escaped your lips as you felt his teeth nibble at the sensitive skin. "Yeah, yeah... Still friends." He muttered before slipping his hands under your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. His lips found yours once again and he didn't wait another second before slipping his tongue between your lips and tasting you. "I called you so you could help me unpack." You scolded him as your hands grabbed the hem of his shirt and in one movement, the garment was on the floor of your new kitchen. "Oh, sure, sure... Let me just...unwrap this first." He said as he unzipped your jeans and slid them down your thighs, revealing your lace panties. You chuckled and he put you up the counter before kneeling down in front of you, between your parted legs. He started kissing your left ankle, then your calf and he pecked kisses up your thigh until he reached your soaking underwear. "You're so pretty, why did I wait this long?" He murmured, mouthing at your clothed core. "Fuck..." You moaned as you hooked your legs around his head. Your fingers gripped his hair tight as he slipped your panties to the side and he licked your wet folds before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, hard.

Everyone looked at Jake with raised eyebrows, not believing a single one of his words. Rooster was the first one to crack up and laugh. "Yeah, right. And I'm the frickin' Queen of England." Jake groaned and looked away, trying to hold himself back from punching his wingman in the face. "Excuse us for not believing you, but we only know you as a ladies' man. In front of 'womanizer' in a dictionary, there's your picture, man." Javy chuckled before taking a sip of his drink and adding something. "Also, shouldn't I know about her if she's as dear as you say?" Jake sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, glancing at the front doors another time, checking if you've arrived. "She's from my home town, we met in college and she just accepted a very nice job here. She's not here for me, she's here for work, we're just lucky we're in the same area for once since college." He cleared his throat and checked his phone for any signs of you. "Sounds like a romantic tragedy." Phoenix commented, noticing the longing look on his face as he checked his texts. "No, we're not like that. We're friends, remember? Just friends."

"To friends. And to a new life in California." You said as you held your glass of champagne high. "To all of that." Jake chuckled before taking a sip of the alcohol, not breaking the eye contact with you. You just finished unpacking everything for your living room. You still needed to finish your room and the bathroom but the biggest part was done. "Oh, wait!" You put down your glass and went to the kitchen, getting a little basket of fresh cherries. You took two peers and gently put them in both your glasses, turning the simple champagne into fancy home-made cocktails. "Champagne with cherries? That's weird." Jake laughed and grabbed his cherries before putting one in his mouth, pulling on the stem to detach it. "Maybe, but it's really good." You chuckled and did the same, staring into his eyes. "It shouldn't surprise me that the first things you have in your fridge are cherries. You've always loved them." He spat back the cherry stone and took a sip of his drink.

"You wanna see something cool?" You asked and he simply nodded, eating his second cherry. You grabbed his stem and pulled on it before putting it on your tongue and closing your mouth. Jake watched you carefully, mesmerized by you. You then grinned and pushed the, now knotted, stem between your teeth. "Holy shit..." Jake scoffed, grabbing the stem but you bit down on it to keep it in your mouth. His gaze went up to your eyes and he saw that special spark in them. He delicately removed the stem from your mouth and traced your lips with his thumb before slowly pushing it between them. Your tongue gently licked his finger and you took a bit more of it in your mouth, sucking softly. "Shit, honey..." Jake rasped. He then felt your tongue circle his thumb before you sucked a bit more and he could feel his cock harden in his pants. He adjusted himself in his seat and you chuckled, releasing his thumb and gently kissing the pulp of it. Jake moistened his lips and wrapped his hand around your neck to draw you closer to him. He crashed his lips on yours and immediately parted your lips to slide his tongue in your mouth. He could taste the cherry on your tongue and swore he could never get tired of your taste.

"Hey Penny Dear, could you get a Cherry Bomb ready for my friend. She's gonna be there soon. Put it on my tab." He softly tapped the counter before turning to the front doors. He couldn't wait to see you walk past those doors, as if he didn't see you the night before. As if he didn't feel your walls flutter around him as he brought you to your fourth climax of the night. He snapped back to reality when a hand landed on his shoulder. Javy sighed next to him and followed his gaze to the doors. "So... You're gonna tell me when you're gonna ask that girl out?" He then took a sip of his beer. "Never, it's not like that." Jake grumbled as his phone vibrated in his pocket. "Oh, I can see that it is". He chuckled without noticing Jake wasn't listening anymore. The blond pilot was frenetically typing on his phone, answering your text and telling you where to find him in the bar. The next thing he heard was the front door opening and your heels clicking on the floor. He raised his head and grinned when he caught your gaze through the crowd. He stuffed his phone in his pocket and made his way to you. "Not like that, my ass." Javy scoffed and gave back his empty beer to Penny who thanked him and went to another patron.

"You made it!" Jake exclaimed as he approached you. "I made it!" You laughed and hugged him tight. "Come on, I ordered your favorite already." He kissed the top of your head and led you to the counter where Penny introduced herself and gave you your drink with a wink. Not so far, Phoenix and Rooster were watching you both with frowns. "Are they dating? They look like they're dating." The woman asked her friend. "I don't know if they're official but they definitely like each other." They both straightened up when they saw you walking to them, Jake's arm around you and leading you. The pilot introduced you and you shook hands with all of them. "We've heard a lot about you." The man called Payback smiled at you and you grinned widely. "Jake talks about me?" You chuckled and turned to your friend who winced. "But we didn't believe him when he said he had a female friend." Fanboy chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck. "A bit of a ladies' man, isn't he?" You laughed, giving a light slap to Jake's ass who then glared down at you. You chuckled a bit more and took a sip of your drink, the cherry flavor invading your taste buds. You grabbed the cherry on top and bit it, detaching the stem and keeping it in your hand.

The conversation went on and when you stood up, calling for a bathroom break, Jake only noticed now the knotted stem in your empty glass. He picked it up and made it twirl between his fingers. "She did that?" Javy scoffed, looking at the stem in his friend's hand. "Yup. With her tongue." Jake chuckled slightly before dropping the stem back in your glass. "Come on, man. I know you said you're not dating but the tension between you is too strong for friends. Are you hooking up with her?" Rooster leaned over the table as he lowered his voice a bit. "I am not. We're friends and that's it. She's just like that, all clingy and shit. Always have been." Jake gave his friends a little smile before he felt a hand on his shoulder. "I'm a bit tired from work, I'm going home sooner than expected." Your voice surprised him and he hoped you hadn't heard what he said just before. Because if one of you was clingy, it was certainly him. "Do you want me to walk you back to your car?" He asked, standing up. "I'd love to." You smiled at him and said bye to everyone before you waited for Jake to pay his tab and join you outside.

When he passed the doors, you wrapped your arm around his and you two walked silently. "Can I ask you a question?" You asked hesitantly. "Always. Tell me." Jake's other hand stroked your arm soothingly. "Are you ashamed of our...relationship? I heard what you said and I didn't really like it." Jake slightly winced at your words and as he thought you would let his arm go, you didn't do such. You kept him as close as before. "I'm not...ashamed. They just... They spent the whole afternoon teasing me about you, asking if we were dating and talking badly of me. I just wanted to shut them up." He tried to explain and you stayed silent, that wasn't really you. "Are you mad?" He then asked when he saw your car in the parking lot, scared you might leave without giving him a second glance. "I'm not. They're your friends, you know how to handle them. I believe you when you say you're not ashamed of me." You squeezed yourself against his arm. "How could I ever be ashamed of you, Sweets? You're amazing, honestly you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." You laughed at his words and dug into your purse to grab your car key. "The best thing, huh?" You smirked and looked up at him. "The best of the best." He nodded, sliding his hands on your waist. "Then you wouldn't mind picking me up tomorrow at seven? I saw a nice restaurant I wanted to try with you." He was surprised of your boldness but didn't complain. "Like...like a date?" He asked for confirmation and you smiled a bit more. "Like a date." He quickly looked away to hide his excitement but you noticed his blushing cheeks. "I wouldn't mind at all picking you up and taking you on a date. Would you allow me to kiss you before I let you go home?" He lowered his voice, as if he was scared someone else might hear how sweet and loving he was for you. You nodded eagerly and grabbed him by the neck before colliding your lips with his and swiping your tongue over his lips. And just as always, he could taste the cherry on your tongue and he loved every bit of it.

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tkingfisher · 1 year

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This is Lucky, with his lady Clotho. Lucky is a bantam Birchen Cochin, and Clotho was having a molt but we don’t mention that because chickens are sensitive about it. As you can see, they are small spherical borbs.

Now, Lucky is a perfect gentleman. His ladies love him, he never offers violence to chicks, he is resigned to Kevin picking him up and woogie-ing his wattles, and he was gracious to the ancient Rhode Island Red rooster that lived out his golden years in the same enclosure. (We have two, but they share a fence.)

Also his crow sounds like a kazoo solo.

But Lucky is also a bantam, which means that all the rage that lies in the heart of a rooster has been compressed into diamond-like ferocity. Case in point: we once had a fox going over the fence to grab hens. One day, the fox grabbed Lucky. We learned this when we found Lucky outside of his enclosure, covered in blood—only some of it his—and so hyped up on adrenaline that he immediately tried to fight Ninja, the top rooster, who immediately realized that he had pressing business under a rosebush.

We have not seen the fox or lost a hen since.

I tell you that story to tell you this one. Kevin has a very large Black Cochin named Pot Pie. He’s about three times Lucky’s size, and he doesn’t so much crow as roar like a T-Rex. He is huge. And every night, for months, he would go to the fence and flare his neck feathers out at Lucky—through the fence—going “If you were over here, I’d sit on you, little man,” to which Lucky would reply “Oh yeah? Come over HERE and say that.”* But they never leave their respective enclosures, because neither of them can fly for crap. Lucky because he’s too short to get over the fence and Pot Pie because he’s too heavy to get off the ground.

(Occasionally this standoff would end in someone trying to jump-kick the other one and getting tangled in the fence. I once had to sit for five minutes with a flashlight clenched in my teeth, untangling Lucky’s foot. But he is, as in said, a perfect gentleman and sat patiently while I did.)

Today, Kevin was on a work call and looked out the window just in time to see Pot Pie tearing across the yard at extraordinary velocity, pursued by a tiny wrathful rooster. Lucky must have found a gap in the fence at last, because he came over and immediately set about putting the fear of God into his giant nemesis.

When Kevin came outside to give everyone treats, Lucky was strutting around, calling the hens—there’s a little chuckle roosters do that means “Look, ladies, I found a treat!”—and surrounded by an admiring crowd of both bantam and full-size ladies.

Kevin escorts Lucky back to his own enclosure, where his own hens greet him as a conquering hero. He then searches for Pot Pie, and finally hears a THUD as the T-Rex jumps down from hiding inside the coop, pokes his head out, and is like “Is it safe? Is Satan gone?”

He did not go to the fence to threaten Lucky tonight. Pot Pie, as Kevin said, Found Out.

Meanwhile Ninja, far and away the most intelligent chicken on the property, decided it was another good day to spend some quality time under the rosebush.

*loosely translated from Rooster, a complex and idiomatic language consisting mostly of insults.

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currentlybradshaw · 2 years

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nightly routine | b.b.

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x wife!reader

description: in which our sweet bradley helps a sleepy reader with her nightly routines

warnings: teeth rotting domestic fluff with a brief shower scene and a few suggestive lines sprinkled in

word count: 1.2k

His fingertips massaged your scalp as he worked the sweet-smelling shampoo into your hair. The familiar scent it left on the pillows of your shared bed was one he knew would be burned into his memory as long as he lived. Hot water streamed down on the two of you, helping to wash away the stress of the work day. Thankfully, it was Friday, so you would finally get a day to yourselves tomorrow.

Bradley leaned down to place a kiss on your shoulder before he shifted you back under the water, letting you rinse the bubbly mess from your hair. You failed to hold back a yawn as you did so. “Someone’s sleepy,” he teased. Your eyes were closed, trying your best not to get soap in them, but you just knew there was a soft grin playing on his lips.

Bradley shut the water off and stepped out of the shower with you behind him. After quickly drying off, you wrapped your hair up in your towel while he secured his around his waist. You reached to grab the plush robe he already had waiting for you. The fuzzy material felt soft against your skin; you tied the belt into a bow as another yawn escaped your lips. “I am so tired. I don’t even have the energy for my routines tonight.” You rubbed at your eyes in an attempt to will away the sleepiness that overwhelmed your body.

Your nightly routines, especially your post-shower routines, were something you always did no matter what — Bradley knew that too. He loved watching you go through all the steps; it was fascinating to him. Having seen you do it so many times, he could probably do it himself with his eyes closed. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. “Nope, you never skip on your routines, and we can’t have you starting now, little lady.” His voice was soft in your ear before he left a kiss on your cheek. “How about you let me do it for you?”

Your eyes met his in the reflection. “Are you sure you’re up for that? — It’s quite a process,” you said, giving him a questioning look. “Oh, I know, sweetheart,” he lightly tightened his embrace on you, “but I would be more than happy to take over tonight.” Before you could put up a fuss with what little energy you had left, he turned you around and hoisted you up onto the countertop. The cool marble hitting the back of your thighs made a slight shiver rush through your body.

Bradley tugged open the drawer where you stored your skincare essentials and started setting out everything he needed. You were somewhat surprised by his actions. Sure, he would sit with you during your routines, occasionally asking which products did what, but it hadn’t occurred to you that he was actually paying attention. Grabbing the first product, he asked, “Are you ready, baby?” You nodded up at him while letting out a little giggle as he rubbed the serum between his fingers. “Don’t look at me, please.” Concentration was already heavy on his features.

He swept the various products across your face, careful not to get any in your eyes or hair. You would occasionally sneak a peek at him just to make sure he was still going in the correct order. At one point in the process, he grazed over a slightly ticklish spot below your jaw, causing you to scrunch your nose as you tried not to squirm away. He had to let out a little chuckle at that; you were too cute.

After finishing your skincare, he gathered you up in one swift motion and carried the short distance to the bed before laying you down. “I’ll be right back, honey! — I know we aren’t done yet!” He returned a minute later, holding up your hairbrush and the bottle of lotion you always used after the shower. “I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, babe,” you said, shaking your head. He just gave you one of his goofy grins and a shrug in response, a pleased look on his face.

He didn’t waste any time rubbing the lotion into your skin, his skilled fingers working out any tension and soreness as he went along. Your smooth legs felt like silk under his calloused palms. It reminded him of how they felt under the sheets as they brushed against his own. Or how they looked when you wore those sundresses he loved so much — they seemed to give off the most enticing glow, which always drove him crazy.

You were in a state of pure bliss as he worked his magic on you, but as his fingers danced higher up your inner thigh, you were quickly pulled out of your trance. You pressed your foot into his chest, lightly pushing him away. “Not tonight, Bradshaw,” you warned, shooting him a halfhearted glare. He raised one of his hands in surrender. “Just making sure I didn’t miss anything.” He brought your ankle that was still in his grasp to his lips, giving it a quick peck before he began the process all over again on your other leg.

After he was satisfied with how your skin beamed under the dim lighting, Bradley went to his side of the closet to find you a sleep shirt. He wasn’t letting you lift a finger, insisting on doing everything as he tugged your robe off and slipped the oversized shirt on you. Once you were changed, he joined you on the bed, resting his large frame against the headboard before pulling you to sit between his legs.

You sat crisscrossed in front of him while he untangled the towel from your hair, attempting to smooth it down before he started brushing. “Tell me if it pulls too much, and I’ll stop, okay?” He was as gentle as ever, making sure not to hurt you. The feeling of the bristles lightly scratching your scalp was enough to make your eyes start to flutter shut as you let out a sigh of contentment. Having your hair brushed or played with was a weakness you both shared; it would lull either of you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

You felt him shift behind you as the movements of the brush gliding through your hair stopped. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you in place as he leaned over to put your hairbrush on the nightstand. “All done, sweet girl,” he whispered against the side of your neck, mustache tickling your skin as he peppered a few kisses.

Bradley stood the two of you up before moving to hold the covers open for you. You gladly crawled in, pulling the sheets up to your chin. The room grew dark as you heard your husband shuffling across the floor. You felt the bed dip beside you, warm arms engulfing your body not a second later. You snuggled against his bare chest, staying there for a moment before leaning back to peer up at him. “Think you could take over again sometime?” You felt a soft laugh rumble through him. “Just tell me when, honey.” He kissed your forehead and pulled you back into him; you yawned one last time before finally allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

AN: if you’ve made it this far, i just wanted to say a huge thank you! likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome! 🫶🏻

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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Here Kitty, Kitty | Firefighter Bradley Bradshaw (18+)

warnings: suggestive comments, borderline smut.

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“Don’t you dare,” You hook your legs tighter around his hips, crossing your ankles, trapping him against you. The urgent knocking at the front door continues and Rooster lets out a particularly conflicted groan as you lift your head and kiss, wet and longing at his pulse point. Your hand slides along the thick, broad plain of his shoulder and around the nape of his neck, brushing over the short hair there. Squeezing at your new leverage point, your eyes meet his, darkened and oh, so serious.

He smiles at the look on your face.

“I’m serious, her cat gets stuck in that three three times a week — just stay here,” You graze your teeth slowly along the plush of your bottom lip, palm trailing downward, skimming along the taut muscles in his back. Pushing against the bed, you lift your bare chest up into his. Honey-coloured eyes flick quickly downwards, back to you just as quickly. “With me.”

Bradley clicks his tongue, giving your hips a firm squeeze. “Honey… she’s eighty-three years old.”

“And I’m naked,” You remind him, lifting your head to kiss his lips. He chases you back, pressing his body firm into yours, letting his hands skim tentatively upward. Soft, warm flesh under his fingertips. “And just desperate,” Another kiss, deeper this time, pressing the heel of your foot into the small of his back. The motion guides his hips forwards, his sweats grazing against your soaked core. “For a little alone time with my boyfriend.”

He groans again, letting his head fall forwards to rest against your naked chest. Kneeling between your legs on the comfort of your shared bed, his hands come up to knead at your breasts. He barely needs to turn his head before his mouth is on them, gracing each of them with a few gentle kisses. His moustache, his hands, the feeling of his full attention is something that is impossibly warm.

“Bradley? — are you home? Could you help me?” Her sweet, aged voice carries through the apartment with surprising ease. He lifts his head and meets your gaze again. You narrow your eyes at him, lips already tugging into a knowing frown. He keens forwards and leaves you with a chaste kiss, fingers curling around your calf and flipping you onto your front.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” He promises, pressing his lips to the plump of your ass cheek, then tapping it with his open palm. He leaves you with that, still dressed in the gym clothes you had so hurriedly been trying to get him out of as he walks around to the front door, calling back. “Don’t get dressed!”

He adjusts his sweats, tugs open the door and smiles politely.

“What was that?” Mrs. Houseman asks softly, brows knitting together in concern.

“Stressed. Just telling her not to get stressed — you know how hard she works,” Bradley steps out and swings the door shut behind him, “Anyway, how’s Felix?”

Mrs. Houseman lives on the same floor, she’s a sweet old lady that always sweeps your doorstep and brings you baked goods. But she’s got an orange kitten that might just be half Tasmanian devil, and maybe a little crush on your boyfriend. She’s always telling you what a good boy he is, that he reminds her of her husband. It’s sweet.

Just, not when it leaves you hanging like this. He’s back just as quickly as he had promised to be, Felix safely bundled into his owner’s arms and her promising to keep him inside from now on.

You glance up at him, silent as he closes the front door behind him.

“No,” Rooster grumbles immediately, frowning at you. You’re standing by the kitchen counter, fixing yourself a hot drink — clothed. “I said not to get-“

He stops talking as he rounds the counter, eyes landing on your pleasantly naked legs. His lips quirk just slightly as you turn and lift yourself up onto the countertop.

Parting your legs slowly, he stalks towards you, already tugging his t-shirt over his head and letting it fall to the kitchen floor. His adam’s apple bobs, eyes trained in on your still naked core.

“Think you owe me a little something.” You tease him, bracing your palms on either side of you, parting your knees further. He steps between them with a grin, kissing you.

“Yes, ma’am.”

A giggle bubbles out of your mouth as he beams before you, then lowers himself to his knees without complaint. Swiftly, without struggle, he tugs you to the edge of the countertop and presses his open mouth to the apex of your thighs.

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fandomxpreferences · 2 years

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Macho Man

Pairing: RoosterXFemale!reader

TW:swearing, violence, some guy being a creep, that's it I think. let me know if I missed any.

Summary: Rooster has never been the jealous type, but he’ll damn sure protect what's his. A man who unknowingly set his sights on the wrong woman learns this the hard way.

Word Count: 1,656

A/N: protective rooster really does it for me and I feel like its a really underused trope for him. also I apologize for switching between their names and callsigns so much but using just one seems too repetitive lol. I know this gif obv isn’t top gun but it’s the first thing I thought of and it makes me feel things

You were currently standing between Rooster's legs leaning against his chest at the Hard Deck. His hands were around your waist, his head resting against your shoulder. The dagger squad had decided to get drinks to celebrate the success of a mission they had just gotten back from and Hangman was deep in a game of pool with Coyote. You felt Rooster stand up to join the rest of the squad after hangman sank the 8 ball. "Hey babe, I'm gonna go get us more drinks. Does anyone else need a refill?" You asked turning to the group. You were met with a chorus of answers and took note of who said yes and who declined. You stood on your tippy toes to give rooster a kiss. "I'll be right back. Don't miss me too much" you said with a smile. He grabbed his chest dramatically and made a face as if he was in pain, before responding."Every second without you is agony, my love." He said, pretending to faint. You laughed loudly at his theatrics and swatted him on his shoulder before turning to head to the bar. He smiled at your retreating figure before Hangman started talking behind him. He could almost hear the eye-roll Jake was giving. "Come on Romeo. Balls aren't gonna rack themselves." Bradley gave you one last fleeting glance before turning to the blonde man. "Alright, Bagman. Stand back and watch me kick your ass."

As you made your way up to the bar, you got Penny's attention and placed your drink orders. While you were waiting you noticed a figure come up beside you. You glanced over and shot them a small smile, not thinking much of it. Much to your displeasure, the young man took this as an invitation to start a conversation. "What's a pretty lady like yourself doing alone at the bar on a Saturday night?" He had a smile on his face as you looked him over that didn't sit right with you. It reminded you of a predator baring its teeth as it stalked its prey. He was obviously a young new pilot as he was wearing his service khakis and had wings pinned to his lapel. You shifted nervously before glancing over to look for Bradley. He was busy bantering back and forth with Jake and hadn't noticed the man that was now staring you down waiting for a reply. You cleared your throat and willed your voice to be strong before answering. "I'm actually here with my boyfriend and a few friends. I'm just getting everyone refills."

Any hope you had of deterring him was soon replaced with annoyance as you noticed this only seemed to spur him on. He seemed to take it as a challenge as he snaked his arm around your shoulders and leaned in closer. "Well, I don't see him anywhere. Why don't you forget about him and let me show you what a real man is like?". You smiled trying to contain your temper. You didn't want your night to be ruined just because of some cocky asshole. "I'm not interested. The only man I have eyes for is my boyfriend." You noticed his eyes darken and his smile falter at his failed attempts to take you home and started to get nervous. He wasn't taking no for an answer and you were starting to worry about what length this man would go to. You maintained your smile trying to de-escalate the rising tension. Right when you thought things would hit a boiling point, Penny came over to hand you the drinks before turning back around to deal with the packed bar. You stood to leave, telling the man to have a good night. Before you could grab the drinks and head back, he stood up pushing you back into your seat a little too hard.

The group had been talking and laughing when Phoenix looked over at the bar. You had been gone for a while and she was starting to worry. Her eyes landed on you and she frowned when she noticed the man standing a little too close and the expression of annoyance mixed with discomfort on your face. Hangman noticed her shift in demeanor and followed her line of sight. He slowly smirked as he leaned on his pool cue. "Well, well, well, Bradshaw. Looks like you have some competition." Rooster glanced up confused before looking to see what Hangman was talking about. His gaze hardened as he saw you standing next to a man with his arm around your shoulders and a smile on your face. He didn't miss your subtle shift away from him or the way your face carried an uneasy expression, but he stayed in his place. He trusted you and knew you could handle your own.

Jake couldn't help but rub salt in the wound."Jealous much, Rooster? You gonna do something or stay on your safe little perch?" He quickly shut his mouth when he saw the death glare Rooster shot his way. "Jealousy is wanting something that's not yours. I'm territorial over what's already mine. I trust her and she knows that." He continued with his game but kept his eyes on you. Every second you kept talking to the man without removing his arm Rooster got more irritated. The rest of the squad also began to get worried watching the interaction as it was out of character for you. Even Jake was concerned at how long the conversation was lasting as his eyes shifted from Bradley to you and back again. It wasn't until Rooster saw you try to exit the conversation only to be shoved back in your seat that he saw red and threw his pool cue down. The rest of the daggers watched the altercation unfold, their eyes widening. They didn't have time to react before Bradley was storming towards the bar. Hangman and Coyote jumped into action, following close behind to provide backup if it was needed. After a few seconds, the shock passed and the rest of the group quickly caught up.

Your eyes widened as you hit the seat and felt the man's hand tighten on your shoulder so hard you were sure he'd leave bruises. Before you could say anything, the man was ripped backward and thrown to the floor. Bradley had already landed a couple of blows and broken the man's nose before you snapped out of your shock. You jumped up trying to get his attention. "Bradley, enough! He's not worth getting arrested or discharged!" He stopped and looked at you, not releasing his hold on the now bleeding man. His eyes were wild and he was breathing hard. He was about to stand up when the man opened his mouth again. "Maybe you shouldn't let your bitch out of your sight if you're going to let her dress like a whore." If Bradley was seeing red before, his vision had gone completely black now. He had never understood how someone could kill in a fit of rage until this moment. He felt like a feral animal as his blood rushed in his ears and he fought the urge to rip the fuckers throat out with his bare hands. Hangman and Coyote scrambled to control the situation before Rooster caught a murder charge. Bradley mustered all the self-control he had before lowering his face to be even with the man and growling, "If I see your fucking face again, I will finish what I started. Are we clear?" The man's eyes widened and Bradley turned to the other men. "Get him out before I bury him."

Hangman and Coyote grabbed the man and threw him out while you got Bradley to his feet. His eyes softened when he looked at you and the adrenaline and anger were replaced with worry. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asked frantically before looking you over. You grabbed his hands stopping him as you peered up at him. "I should be asking you that. Your hand is bleeding and you have to fly tomorrow. What if you broke it?!" You exclaimed with wide eyes "What if he presses charges? You could get kicked out of the navy or worse, arrested!" He pulled you into him and laced his fingers through your hair. "I'll talk to Mav about it tomorrow. It'll be fine, the guy had It coming and I have a whole bar of witnesses to back me up. My hand will be bruised but it's not broken. I'll be okay." You sighed before relaxing into his touch. "You didn't have to do that. You could have just kicked him out." He pulled back to give you a soft kiss and look into your eyes.

"Nobody puts their hands on you. Ever. There's nothing I wouldn't do to make sure you're safe. Now, what do you say we close our tab and get home, sweet girl? I need to get ice on this and we need to shower and cuddle. I won't be able to relax until I can check you over and make sure you're okay." You smiled before laughing and nodding your head. "Whatever you say, macho man." He gave you one last kiss on the head before calling over Penny and handing her his card. You waited patiently before Bradley turned around and grabbed your hand to lead you to the parking lot. He opened the door and helped you climb into his bronco before shutting the door and jogging to the driver's side. The ride home was comfortable, and you broke the silence as he turned onto your guys' street. "You know, as reckless as it was, it was also pretty hot." He looked over at your smile as he put the truck in park in the driveway. His eyes darkened as he raked them down your body and back up again. "If you think that was hot, wait till you see what the evening has in store for you, pretty girl." Maybe this night wasn't a bust after all.

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precious cargo | bradley “rooster” bradshaw x reader

summary: you’re selected for a dangerous mission and rooster confronts you about it.

a/n: i DO NOT write fanfiction. but i thought i’d try it just this once. might delete this in a few days. i also really don’t know how to write about being a naval aviator in a way that is logistically correct since my knowledge is based only on what i learned watching top gun lmao. also i’m a little high writing this

When Maverick called your name to be part of the team, you briefly had to remind yourself how to breathe.

Whispers from the other pilots in the previous few days had made it unsettlingly clear that many believed it to be a suicide mission - two pilots, a student and Maverick, posed to destroy a target and dogfight your way home. The survival statistics made you shudder, but you shook off your fear and nodded bravely at the call of your name.

Maverick wouldn’t have chosen you if he didn’t believe you could do it, you reasoned, but you also wondered why he didn’t choose someone else. You and Maverick were friends and you respected each other, but you didn’t work with him very much. Someone like Rooster is who he would usually choose. They flew together successfully often.

Or did he want to choose someone he wouldn’t mourn so much?

Shakily, you returned to the locker room and started to put on your flight suit. A knock at the door pulled you away from your nerves momentarily.

“It’s Rooster,” a familiar, gravely voice called from outside, “can I come in?”

“Sure,” you called back. He sauntered in, also wearing his flight suit. He had been named a backup pilot. “This is the ladies room, you know that, right?” you tried to joke.

He forced a smile but there was no amusement in his eyes. You frowned and slammed your locker.

“How come you’re looking at me like I’m about to be executed, huh?”

“I’m not-”

“Yes, you are. You all are. You said it the other day, this is a suicide mission. But I’m good, okay, so the least you can do is believe in me.”

“I do believe in you,” he breathed out. He sat on the bench and gazed up at you. “You’re the best pilot I know besides Maverick.”

“And yourself?”

He chuckled at that. “And myself. It just... makes me nervous seeing you go.”

You looked down at your feet. “You’re nervous? Welcome to the club.”

He reached out and grabbed your hand, rubbing his calloused fingers over your knuckles.

“I want to come back,” you whispered, “but I just don’t know if I have it in me. I know Mav didn’t pick you because he’s afraid that someone might not come back from this.” you let out a sarcastic laugh. “Better me than you.”

“Don’t say that,” Rooster argued. He stood up to his full height to tower above you. “You’re going to come back. You have to. There’s so much... so much I have to say to you.”

“Like what?”

He smiled sadly. Slowly, surely, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. There was no tongue or teeth, just the endless closeness of his mouth against yours. It was soft and gentle. Something you didn’t realize Rooster possessed so much of.

His arms slid behind your back and one hand grasped onto the back of your neck, pulling you closer until his body had completely pressed you against the lockers. When he pulled away, he peppered kisses across the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your nose, your neck. Then, he gazed down as if trying to memorize your face.

“You’re looking at me like this is the last time you’re ever going to see me.”

He continued his examination of your features. “I’m just trying to memorize this moment. The first time we kissed.”

“And maybe the last.”

“Don’t talk like that,” he quickly snapped back, “believe me, I’d go on this mission if I could. God, I’d take your place in a second.”

“But you’re Mav’s godson. Precious cargo. I’m expendable.” you said bitterly.

“There’s not a thing in this world worth more than human life,” Rooster asserted, “especially yours. God, y/n, you’re priceless.”

“Maybe to you,” you leaned in and kissed his cheek as tears welled in your eyes. “But not to everyone else.

You left him there in the locker room, giving him one last glance as he sank down to the floor, head in his hands.

later

You awoke in a hospital bed.

You and Maverick had both been forced to eject. To his credit, he could’ve left you stranded, but he risked his life to come back for you. His was the first face you saw when your eyes opened.

“Hey, kid,” he said. He had a couple scratches on his face and some stitches above his eyebrow. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” you mustered. He chuckled. “But I’m alive. Wasn’t sure that would happen.”

He took a long breath and looked down at his shoes.

“That’s what Rooster told me,” he said quietly. “That’s why I’m here. He’s outside, he wants to see you, but I told him I had to talk to you first.”

“To apologize for sending me on a suicide mission?”

“Not exactly,” he said. “Look, to anyone else, that was a suicide mission. Not to you. I picked you because I knew you could do it. You’re just about the best pilot I’ve ever taught. I know you think I didn’t pick Rooster because I care more about him. But I just didn’t think he’d be right for this. He’s... he’s too much like me these days. Too much like his dad. You’re so incredibly intelligent up in the air. You have a plan even before you need one - you don’t need to think on the spot because you’ve already thought ahead. That’s why I chose you.”

You felt a tug at your heart and a lump in your throat. You could tell by his tone that he was being sincere.

“What I do need to apologize for is letting you think that even for a second I picked you because I found you expendable. That’s not true. I wouldn’t put your life at risk like that. I knew you and me could complete this mission together. Rooster begged me to pick him instead when I told him a few days ago that I was planning on picking you. He was furious. But that’s how I knew that I couldn’t pick him. He gets too much in his head.”

“He kinda does,” you chuckled. Maverick grabbed your arm gently.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way, kid. You mean a lot to me. Especially because you mean so much to Rooster.”

Your heart fluttered. “What do you mean?”

He stood up slowly. “Maybe it’s best that I let him tell you.”

He left the room and moments later, the tall, mustached figure you were so eager to see popped in and rushed to your bedside. He was grinning. He was practically giddy.

“I knew you could do it, y/n. You were amazing. God, I fucking love you.”

“In what way?” You inquired, wiggling your eyebrows cheekily.

His grin softened into an adoring smile. “You know what way,” he responded, and leaned down to kiss you.

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Winters’ Servants; Chapter 1

Chapter 1; Grief encompasses.

Warnings; This story has very slight yandere (but not really) themes. Reader is in mourning, they/them pronouns, no y/n mentions. established relationships, but they’ll change. slow burn. Extreme envy on your part

When the world has already kicked you away and the gods have cast you aside, you had no one to turn to but her and she understood. You two understood each other like no one else. And now even she has been taken, and you are forced to watch as her funeral becomes a business meeting. But by the Tsaritsa herself, they may not tarnish her name.

When you were inducted, all those long years ago, you had presumed that you and your peers were the best of the best. That should diplomacy be impossible, a fight would surely and swiftly turn to their favor. That in all the nations of Teyvat, it was them and you who were the strongest. But now your beliefs have been shaken, extremely and uncomfortably so.

The fair lady, Signora. Or as you knew her, for all these years, Rosalyne. A dear friend, perhaps even the dearest. Although fate seems to find you most unpleasant and therefore decides anyone who comes in contact with you must find a fate fit to punish them for every laying eyes on you. She had died on a mission to Inazuma, where this nuisance of an anomaly had managed to beat her and have the Raiden Shogun finish the job for them.

Your shoes made prominents clacking noises against the hard and cold pavement that led to the cathedral, that now is the eternal resting place of your dear Rosalyne. It was unfair, and made a flame of hatred that was long thought to be burned out sear into your heart and spread through your body with every weary beat. Just the thought of the Archons taking even more from you made your teeth grit in your mouth uncontrollably.

Your hatred filled thoughts were unkindly interrupted when you walked into a soft melody from a voice you know all too well. The Damselette was by the coffin, arms laid on its great surface with her head resting upon them. The white coat hid her form well from your sight for the moment, your eyes adjusting slowly to see it clearly. Her eyes were just behind that mask she wore, and she lazily sung each note, despite them sounding like perfection.

It took you two painful moments to realize she was singing her song, one that you were so familiar with at this point even the few notes made you remember everything you swore to forget when you heard the noise.With a gruff attitude so unlike you, you called out.

“My Lady.” Was all you said, and the singing stopped almost immediately. Bringing her arms closer to her, she turned her head to look right at you with her closed eyes. A serene smile replaced her once displeased frown. How she can see you confused you to no end, but questions like that need not be dignified with words.

“My fair dove.” She cooed sweetly, her voice as melodic as it was when she was singing.

You looked away even though there was no eye contact from your fellow harbinger. You also didn’t talk any further, just crossing your arms in your warm coat and frowning.

Columbina was confused, you were normally much more for conversation than this. She didn’t understand, and so she went back to her original position and resumed her eerie singing.

Sooner than you would have rathered, the others had arrived, and the Rooster had started his…speech. To put it quite delicately.

“We are gathered here today,” His voice carried over Columbina’s singing, not that she looked to mind. His words were as cold as Snezhnaya, and uncaring of the loss you seemed to not be able to overlook. “To remember our dear comrade.”

You were envious, how could he not care? How did he master being so unfeeling in this moment, when you cannot bring yourself to act normal at all? Signora was not close with everyone, she even said only you could work your way into her destroyed and ravaged heart. Maybe that is why, they simply did not know her like you did.

“In honor of her sacrifice, all work should halt for half a day as the nation mourns her passing.” He declared, and you froze.

This pause in your posture and voice gave ample time for the Regrater to give his opinion on the matter. A soft chuckle before he spoke made you turn to him in your shock, dead eyes staring at his closed in calmness “Merely half a day? People say the Northland bank’s true currencies are blood and tears. But Mayor, even speaking as a banker, that sounds a little unconscionable.” His voice was smooth and deep, pleasant to you normally but not now.

Steps, clacks of shoes much like your own consumed your confused and grief ridden brain, so you turned once more to the source of the sound.

Another dear friend, The Knave, seemed to have something to say as she narrowed her steely eyes at Pantalone. “Rosalyne died in a foreign land” Just the mention of her death panged your heart and made the burning in your veins much worse. “But you heartless businessmen and dignitaries always with the convenient excuse to remain in the comfort of your homeland. You couldn’t hope to understand.” Her voice had more bite and authority to it, glare unwavering.

“So why don’t you keep your mouths shut. You wouldn’t want to make the children cry.” She finished, her glare retreating as she closed her eyes.

Despite your grief, you spoke. “This is a funeral, not a place to squabble.” You hissed, taking on an air of authority you feel very much entitled to right now. “Now stop acting like children arguing over a toy and pay your respects to the woman who has done more than any of us to further the Tsaritsa’s will.” You narrowed your eyes, uncrossing your arms to rest them by your side.

The youngest of your organization laughed, quiet and light but yet grabbed the attention of you all. “I agree, this is no place for a fight.”

Your glare landed on him, not needing someone so young to back you. He raised his arms in mock surrender with a smile and an arched brow. It made your blood boil. You’re too worked up now and chose to remain silent.

All the harbingers witnessed how you did not rise to the unspoken challenge the ginger had presented to you like normal, and all had mixed feelings about it.

“Utterly risible.” Sandrone laughed, shaking her head slightly from her seat on her large puppet-like machine.

Even the Captain had to have his input. Why couldn’t they just let you mourn in peace without having to worry about defending your dearest Rosealyn’s honor. Truly she cannot even rest in the afterlife, but you hope she at least has found her husband after so many years of being apart.

“Though her methods tarnished her honor, leoff alta’s sacrifice is a great pity.” He was gruff and uncaring, another strike of envy and anger washed over you. But you can’t blame them, they didn’t know her like that. “Her loss shall not hinder our progress.”

“Her honor remains intact. Let the dead rest.” You hissed, but with little venom or true bite.

He ignored you, more focused on his question “But Dottore, what of Scaramouche and the gnosis from Inazuma?” He questioned the bluenette, turning his head to face him.

The Doctor himself was leaning on a pillar, swirling a liquid of origins unknown to you that was held in a hand sized tube. How he looked down at it and could see it, was again something you did not know and are not stupid enough to ask.

“Conventional knowledge holds that divine knowledge can be rationally comprehended. After conquering the divine gaze, he will make his next move.” he spoke rationally, his voice was weirdly pleasant to you after all these years.

You knew of the plans with Scaramouche and actively detested them, despite both of them assuring you it would be fine. But it won’t be, and you know it. How, you don’t know. But that traveler is causing way too many problems for them not to be considered in this. They killed her, and you cannot shake the feeling they will kill more of you before they are stopped.

“It’s time to end tonight’s foolish theatrics.” Footsteps of iron against stone echoed dimly, accompanied by the weathered voice of the Jester.

Theatrics? Was that what this is? A show to put on to amuse who? Her majesty? How cruel must she be to parade your sorrow as anything but genuine.

“Right now, you have no captive audience.” He declared as if it was simple, but it wasn’t. And it isn’t, and it never will be. You missed her, and you missed Scaramouche, and you miss how you felt before the news. That wasn’t simple, missing someone isn’t simple. So, you are envious once more, of how your comrades are so eager to fake this.

Dully, you were aware of everyone and you moving to circle the coffin that held the ashes of your dearest and closest friend. “Let every worthy sacrifice be carved in ice, and with this nation will endure for all time.”

Slowly you all bowed your head and in what you prayed was respect, even closing your weary eyes as you did so.

“In the name of her majesty the Tsaritsa, we will seize control from the gods.” With that you turned, your coat billowing out behind you. You could feel the stares and would be eyes on your back.

“Well said Pierro, so if you don’t mind, I’ll go back to my preparations to head to Sumeru. Good evening.” you stated coldly and began to trek down the cold hall and out the door. The resounding noise of the large door opening and closing echoing loudly down to the rest of the harbingers.

Your name slipped dully from the banker’s lips, a frown and knitted brows accompanied his voice “Grief does unimaginable things to a person, poor darling.”

A scoff then a laugh “No, not my love.” Arlecchino eyed the exit from which you left. “They know what must be done and will do it.”

“The Fair Lady was always close to them.” Childe shrugged “I doubt they are taking her death as well as they put on.”

The Mayor hummed quietly, a small and aged hand going to rest on his chin “We are the strongest forces of the fatui, perhaps it has shaken them that one such as us have fallen so gravely.”

A deep guttural hum emitted from the inky black abyss that shrouded Capitano’s face “Dottore will keep an eye on them during their travels to the nation of knowledge.”

“Indeed, I shall.” The Doctor laughed darkly, shaking his head “They shall be fine under my care, rest assured.”

“They better be. I expect many reports from the two of you, and for yours to be truthful.” Pierro warned before he walked off, leaving the way he came.

With not much else to discuss, the rest of the harbingers took their leave as well.

And there you stood on the snowy and windy mountain to say your true last goodbyes as the cathedral was surrounded in ice for the rest of eternity.

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billyharris · 2 years

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Barbara Dunkleman in ‘State Farm Gamerhood Challenge’

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Lucky Charms for a Sailor

Luck was something that every Sailor on board needed and held on to in order to bring him home safely. That's why there were so many items that could help. Here is a small list.

Personal items:

What brings you the most luck - when it comes from your loved ones. And then you gladly took a locket with strands of hair and you just didn't have any available then just fingernails leftovers or even teeth. But it was great if you tattooed a rooster and a pig on your feet to prevent you from drowning.

A found coin, not only to bring you luck but also to bring money into your pockets. A loadstone was also good, not only because it was magnetic and was used to charge the compass needles (which later became superfluous due to the further development of the compasses themselves), they were also regarded as magical and thus served as a lucky charm.

The caul, which remained on the child's head at birth, was the ultimate protection against drowning and was therefore highly prized.

Religious objects:

Even though religion was such a thing on board and priests were very much avoided, as they were simply associated with death, many carried a rosary or images of saints.

These were seen as protectors and some people believed they would bring them luck, even without religious belief. Hope with her anchor or an anchor alone was also a symbol of hope and was often carried around.

Parts of animals:

There were animals that you simply didn't want to have near you, but parts of them promised good luck. Like the infamous rabbit's foot, but never the whole rabbit. This was the long-eared beast and was not allowed on board because, according to legend, rabbits once sank a ship because they had nibbled on the rigging and everything else. But a paw was considered a lucky charm.

It was similar with sharks, nobody wanted them near them and so many hung a shark fin on the stern to keep them away. To make sure nothing happened to you if you accidentally went overboard, many wore a shark's tooth around their neck to protect them from attack. A custom that originated in the Caribbean and Polynesia, as the people there wore shark teeth as a symbol of masculinity, strength and protection from the gods. Europeans wore them to bring good luck and protection.

In one case, they preferred to have the whole animal with them and that was a black cat. These sweet velvet paws were reviled on land as servants of the devil, but on board a ship they were an absolute lucky charm. Not only did they catch rats and mice, but they were also said to be able to tell the weather, they were also a popular mascot that had to be looked after and if one behaved well with them one was also rewarded with cuddles if one was lucky.

People:

Children born on board were considered lucky charms for the whole crew and the ship, and if you didn't have one, the comrade with the gold earring was a popular hammock neighbor and messmate. Because his proximity alone was enough to protect you from disaster.

A naked woman at the bow was also a good idea to ward off disaster. But please don't run off now and undress the captain's or lieutenant's wife and put her up front. That would only cause unnecessary annoyance - from her and her husband. Leave that to the Figurehead, because she was enough to calm the sea.

Protection for the ship itself:

Well, not only the crew needed a bit of luck, but also the wooden lady, so they liked to nail an upturned, worn horseshoe to the mast to catch the luck and keep it inside. Otherwise, the coins that were worked in under the mast were also regarded as lucky charms and, according to my theory, also as payment for the ferryman.

What was also good was if you painted a few eyes in a small area, usually near the bow. They were supposed to foresee dangers and conjure up good fortune, just as they had once done in ancient times, where they were painted on the bow as forerunners of the Figurehead.

Hexmarks (engraved or painted circles) were also considered lucky charms and protection against dark forces, who knew where the next witch was up to mischief and therefore had to protect themselves.

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callsign-marlie · 2 years

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Acts of Service (18+)

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

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

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

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

"Honey? You good?"

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

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

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

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

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

Holy hell, was he a lucky man.

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

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

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

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

Stop. This isn't about you, Rooster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"B-Bradley!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But just like that, his fingers were gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who was he to deny such a beautiful plea?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was his and only his.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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applebutter-and-cinnamon · 11 months

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The Dance Hall

Summary: World War II setting. You meet Lieutenant Bradshaw at a dance hall a few nights after you are stationed in Hawaii.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Nurse Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff with slight angst. Please keep in mind that this is set in the 1940s, which is reflected in some of Natasha's reactions to things.

Read the Story: The Beach (Part 2)

The dance hall was in full swing around you as you took a minute to catch your breath. A jazz band was playing on a lit stage at the front of the dance floor where couples were twirling under the lights. The hall wasn't large but it wasn't the smallest one you'd ever been to either. There was a bar and plenty of tables. Tables, that you were taking advantage of as you took a slow sip of water.

"Y/n!" Natasha called out, exasperated. "You have to come dance again."

Natasha Trace was a fellow nurse and one that you considered to be a close friend. She was also the reason that you'd found yourself in the dance hall at all that evening. You'd arrived in Hawaii two nights earlier and found yourself a roommate in the form of Natasha. The two of you were assigned a small bungalow style house on base that you'd be sharing for as long as the Navy had you both assigned there.

She'd taken one look at you and decided to take you under her wing, or that's what she'd told you after helping you set your things down in the room that she had left for you.

"I will," you smiled, "I just wanted to rest for a second. I feel like we've been dancing for hours."

Natasha's eyes were shining in the dim light. Her hair was around her shoulders in dark waves and her red dress had caught more than one set of eyes tonight, she was an absolute bombshell. She'd dressed you for the evening in one of her own dresses, a navy blue dress that tickled your legs when you twirled in your heels.

"FIne, a minute. Not a moment longer," she commanded. "Is that for me?"

You nodded, handing her the second glass of water that you'd ordered.

"Thanks," she said, sitting in the chair next to you. "What do you think?"

You grinned, "I love it! It's beautiful here and you can see the beach right through the windows."

"We'll go every week then," Natasha laughed, "Every day if we can."

Natasha was fun. She was the kind of friend that encouraged you to dance the line of your comfort zone, not to pressure you, but give you the opportunity to try new things. When you'd told her that you hadn't been out dancing, she'd made it her mission to get you out on the floor before your first full day at the hospital.

You swirled the water around in your cup as you glanced around the room. The dance hall was full of navy uniforms and women in pretty dresses. Your eyes landed on two men in navy uniforms making their way across the room, walking in the direction of your table.

"I think that guy from earlier is coming over here," you laughed, leaning across the table to tell her.

Natasha smirked, "The blonde one?"

You nodded, grinning as Natasha tossed her hair over her shoulder. She'd leaned over like she was going to tell you something just as the blonde sailor who had been making eyes at Natasha all night and his friend walked up to your table.

"Ladies," the blonde sailor greeted. His smile was broad, showcasing a set of perfectly white teeth.

"Hi there," Natasha smiled. You dipped your head in greeting, watching the tension between the blonde sailor and Natasha.

"I am Lieutenant Jake Seresin" he introduced, "and this is my friend Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw."

Your eyes landed on the frame of the man next to him. His hair was a darker shade of blonde than his friends, but curlier.

"Good evening," Bradley offered. His voice was deep, the kind that could easily fill a room and it struck something inside of you that had your cheeks flush slightly.

He'd directed the statement towards both of you, but you took note of the way his eyes were gazing at you intently like he couldn't make himself look away.

"I'm Natasha and this is Y/n," Natasha spoke for both of you as you took a quick sip of water to calm the heat in your cheeks. "What brings you our way gentlemen?"

"We'd like to buy you ladies a drink, if you'd be open to it," Jake said.

Natasha smirked, "I was beginning to think you would never ask."

Jake's grin widened and he shared a look with Bradley who rolled his eyes at whatever expression Jake had thrown him. You watched with amusement as Natasha instructed them what to bring back to the table.

When they were walking back to the bar, drink orders in tow, you turned to Natasha completely wide-eyes and took in her unaffected demeanor.

"This is going to be fun," she told you with a devilish grin.

"Fun for you," you protested, "I'm going to make a complete fool of myself."

Her grin softened as she looked at you, "You're not going to make a fool of yourself, Y/n. Jake's friend -"

"Lieutenant Bradshaw" you interrupted without thinking.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw," she corrected with a raised brow, "Looked completely besotted with you. I wouldn't be surprised if he was the reason they came over here after all."

You shook your head, "No, that guy has been making eyes at you since we walked in."

Natasha rolled her eyes, "And his friend has been making eyes at you for just as long."

You felt your face flush again at her words, "No he hasn't."

"Yes, he really has," she continued.

"He has what?" Lieutenant Seresin commented as the two men walked back to the table, drinks clutched in their hands.

"Taken your sweet time to come talk to me," Natasha winked at him, accepting her drink from him.

You looked up as Lieutenant Bradshaw set your drink in front of you at the table. "Thank you," you told him. "Please, take a seat."

He shot you a half-smile, "I will, thank you."

You took a sip of the drink to calm your racing heart. It was perfect, just the way you liked it.

"What do you do for the Navy?" You asked him, ignoring the verbal sparing that Natasha was engaging in.

His amber eyes twinkled, "I'm a naval aviator, Ma'am."

"You fly?" You were sure that your expression was hysterical by the way his lips twitched upwards.

"Does that surprise you?" He teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "No, that's not what I meant at all. I just, flying is dangerous isn't it? And you have to be incredibly talented to get through flight school and everything. Plus, you all launch off of ships which has it's own set of difficulties -"

You cut yourself off, flushing again as you took in the way his eyes were light with amusement. "Sorry," you bit your lip, "I have a younger cousin that's really interested in becoming a pilot some day."

"I'm not offended," he chuckled, the sound of which causing your heart to stutter. "It's nice to know that you already know so much about my profession."

You were having a hard time believing that there was man that was this attractive outside of a book and that he was sitting here, talking to you of all people.

"How did you find yourself in Hawaii?" He asked, sipping from the whiskey in his glass.

"I'm a nurse," you told him, "This is my first assignment actually."

His forearms were leaning into the wooden top of the table as he leaned in closer to you. "Did the two of you arrive together?"

"No," you said, "I actually met Natasha a couple days ago, we're roommates. Have you known Lieutenant Seresin for long?"

"Unfortuantely," he grumbled and you laughed at the affectionate annoyance in his face.

His amber eyes lingered on you as you smiled, "We've known each other since flight school."

"Ah," you said. The band across the room changed keys and you let your eyes dart away from his as you recognized the tune. "This is one of my favorite songs," you said, excitedly.

"Could I - that is, would you care to dance with me?" His voice was steady but you caught the slight tremor in his hands as he set his glass down on the table.

You couldn't help the smile that took over your face, "I'd love to."

Standing from your chair, you took his extended arm and let him lead you to the dance floor. This close to him you could smell the warm woodsy scent of his cologne and something that smelled like the sea. It made you wish that he would pull you closer so that you could bury your face in his neck. An action that would definitely get you kicked out for the impropriety of it.

His hand settled at a respectable spot on your waist and the other held yours comfortably as he began to lead you around the dance floor.

He leaned down, positioning his mouth close to your ear, "You are the most beautiful girl I think I've ever seen."

You felt your breath hitch in your chest as his words caressed your ear and neck. Glancing up, you caught his gaze, so much closer to you now that you were in his arms. His expression was wide open as he let you see the honesty of his words.

"Thank you," you whisper. His hands tighten briefly at the sound of your voice so close to his ear and the strength in them makes a shiver shoot up your spine.

He takes a step back to twirl you in three fast spins in front of him in time with the music, your dress flaring out slightly as you did. The two of you dancing were a vision, with him in his dress whites and you in a blue dress you could've been an advertising poster for the Navy. Using the hand that was already holding yours, he twirled you back into his arms and the two of you glided across the floor as the song came to an end.

He didn't let go as the band changed songs and you didn't step away, the two of you just taking a second to look at each other as everyone else in the room faded into background noise. Both of his arms were wrapped around your waist now and yours were resting on the tops of his shoulders. There was still a respectable amount of space between you but you could feel the warmth that seemed to radiate from him.

"Let me take you out for dinner," he said, breaking the silence between you.

"When?" You asked, breathless.

He took a small step closer and you could feel the way his voice vibrated through his chest as he spoke, "Tomorrow, the next day, whenever you want Honey."

He kept looking back and forth between your eyes and your lips. You couldn't stop yourself from wetting your lips with your tongue. His eyes caught the movement and you watched his expression grow darker as he waited for your answer.

"Tomorrow, then?"

He nodded, "Tomorrow it is."

You were interrupted and pulled from his arms as Natasha grabbed you by the arm, pulling you to where your table was. You cast a look over your shoulder towards Lieutenant Bradshaw who was watching the two of you go with a confused expression that switched to an irritated one as Lieutenant Seresin walked up to him.

You chased after Natasha and watched as she grabbed both of your bags, hurrying towards the exit. "What happened?"

"Nothing," Natasha told you, her voice breaking. Your eyebrows drew together in concern. "I wouldn't have wanted to go on a date with him anyway."

"Natasha!" You exclaimed as she hurried out the door. You chased after her, following her out into the parking lot. She was helping herself into the car that she had rented when you finally caught up.

"He turned me down," Natasha told you as you moved into her earshot. "I asked him to dinner and he laughed at me."

You sighed, reaching out to grab her hand with your own in understanding. For Natasha as a woman to reach out the way she had and to be treated that way would've been incredibly embarrassing and hurtful. Especially surrounded by other members of the Navy.

"Natasha!" You both turned at the sound of her name being called, eyes widening as you took in the form of Lieutenant Seresin running across the parking lot.

"Y/n," Natasha muttered, "Get in the car, please."

You nodded, hurrying around to the other side. You stopped at the image of Lieutenant Bradshaw running towards you as Lieutenant Seresin ran past you to the car window.

"I - You never told me where to pick you up," Lieutenant Bradshaw huffed, chest rising quickly after his sprint.

You glanced behind you to see Natasha arguing with Lieutenant Seresin. You turned around, meeting his expression which now looked slightly panicked. He took his hat off and ran a hand through his curls.

"Hangman's an idiot, but I promise if you'll still let me our dinner together will be enjoyable," he told you. He was fidgeting with the cap in his hands, spinning it as he watched the situation behind you unfold.

"I still want to," you reassured him, giving him a soft smile. Reaching into your bag your grabbed an old receipt and quickly wrote your address down on the back of it.

He took it from you with a relieved look that had you relaxing as well.

"Y/n," Natasha called from the open window, "Let's go!"

"Natasha, just give me a chance. That's not how I meant it," Lieutenant Seresin was saying.

"I'm coming!" You called back. Lieutenant Bradshaw took a slight step back so you could get around him, but you stopped him with a hand on his arm. Summoning all of your courage, you stretched up on your toes and kissed him softly on his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He nodded, a hint of redness coloring the tips of his ears. "Tomorrow," he echoed.

You climbed into the passenger seat, Lieutenant Bradshaw closing it firmly behind you. Natasha hardly waited for the door to close before she was backing out of the space, completely ignoring Lieutenant Seresin and speeding towards the road.

You watched in the rearview mirror as their figures grew smaller before they disappeared as Natasha turned onto the road.

"What a night," Natasha mumbled.

"Yeah," you agreed, grinning softly. "What a night."

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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this! If there's any interest, I'm thinking about continuing the story. Let me know what you think and if you'd be interested in reading anything about Bob or Hangman in a WWII setting!

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disturbedbeautywrites · 2 years

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Off limits - Jake “Hangman” Seresin Imagine

A/N: so this is my first try at writing for top gun, so let me know what you guys think! Here’s some protective best friend hangman 😅

The bar was rather quiet for a Friday night as Rooster and Hangman walked in, the familiar scent of cigarettes and sweat hitting both of their noses. “Well, this is it. Let me introduce you to everyone.” Hangman nodded toward a table where 3 men sat, his eyes looking around for someone else. He was looking for you in particular, his absolute best friend, and love of his life, but he hadnt told you that yet.

Hangman and Rooster were both on leave, having just finished the uranium mission. So, Jake had recommended that Bradley come home to Texas with him for a bit to get away from the chaos on base. He had agreed, and stop number 1 was the old bar you and all of Jake’s friends would frequent in your days before he left for the navy. One of those friends included your older brother, which is originally how you met Jake. However, as you grew up, you and him grew even closer than you could have imagined.

As hangman introduced Rooster, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander until they landed on you leaning against the bar. You looked very annoyed, the man next to you clearly being the cause. Hangman smirked to himself, eyes roaming over you before he knocked his knuckles on the table. “Excuse me, boys. I have a lady to go rescue.” He took a swig of one of the beers on the table before he steeled himself up for what he was about to do.

Roosters eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at the 3 boys sat at the same table as he was. “Oh, rooster, man. You are in for a treat. This is about to get ugly fast.” They snickered, watching as Hangman made his way over to the bar. “That man doesn’t know it yet, but no one messes with (Y/N). She is off limits to everyone but Jake. He is so in love with her, but doesn’t want the navy to screw anything up.” Rooster heard the voices behind him, nodding as he let out a sigh. He knew that struggle all too well. Their job was extremely dangerous and you never knew if you were going to come home from a mission or not. It made relationships and love in general hard.

You rolled your eyes again, telling the man you weren’t interested as you waited for your drink. He wouldn’t take the hint, making his way closer to you. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist as you prepared to kick back and knew the guy in the groin. However, the all too familiar smell of beer and Jake’s cologne surrounded you as you relaxed against his touch. “Well, hi, pretty girl.” His lips were against the shell of your ear, his southern drawl making goosebumps form on your arms. “Is this man bothering you?”

You nodded as best as you could, your breath catching in your throat as you felt Jake shift behind you. “Alright, man. Look, I’m gonna give you 5 seconds to leave my girl here alone or you’re gonna sorely regret it.” You looked at the other man out of the corner of his eye as if he was doubting that Jake would do anything. “Okay, so you really want me and my four buddies to meet you in the parking lot and settle this? Man, it’s my first night home on leave. I’d really prefer to not spend it kicking your ass.”

At that, the man put his hands up in surrender and walked away. That left you and Jake at the bar, your hips shifting around so you could face him. His eyes were already waiting to be focused on yours, feeling like they were bearing into your soul. “And hangman gets another ground kill.” You joked, knowing you messed up the technical terms but it still made him chuckle. You were alarmingly aware of his arms still being around you, trapping your back against the bar. You could feel his breath on your face, your lip pulling between your teeth.

There had always been tension between you and Jake, always. But, you guys tried to never act on it. However, now with the fact that you hadn’t seen each other in months and he had just threatened to kick a guys ass for you; it was a little harder. You swallowed thickly, deciding to be a little brave. “Well, if you’re gonna make a move, go for it.” That’s all he needed to hear, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss full of unspoken words and longing. Your fingers knotted into his hair as his hand moved up to cup your cheek, the kiss slowly getting more and more deep.

You pulled back after a few minutes, your breath coming out in pants as you looked up at your best friend in front of you. “By the way, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” Jake’s voice was cocky as he smirked at you, his hands finding your waist easily.

“Well, damn. It sure did take you long enough.”

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unstoppable apologies ~ bradley 'rooster' bradshaw

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pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x female benjamin!reader

summary: rooster can't find the courage to ask penny's daughter out, right up until one especially tipsy night when things take a turn.

words: 4.4K

warnings: nothing really, except a lot of fluff. oh. it's not proof read.

a/n: this is my first time writing for Top Gun, even though i've been obsessed with it for many years. i guess seeing Goose's son brought it out of me. i literally haven't thought about anything else but Rooster these past weeks. he even managed to bring me out of this half a year long writer's block. (thank you miles.) anyway. this turned into a much longer fic than i originally intended, but i'm not sorry about it.

i dedicate this one to my lovely @wecomrades (even though i know you don't like reading reader insert, i'm sorry), for being my partner in crime when it comes to obsessing over Rooster and TG and also for supporting me as always. i love you so much, L <3

It's been only two weeks since (y/n)'s started working at the Hard Deck when Penny decides to put up an addition to the sign announcing the bar's rules, saying that whoever makes eyes and/or relentlessly flirts with the bartenders will have to buy a round for everyone.

"Mom, what is this?" (y/n) groans the next day when she comes in for her shift, eyes landing on the piece of cardboard.

"Sorry, sweetie, but I'm not letting all these men undress you with their eyes. Not without a punishment anyway," Penny shrugs. "If someone wants to flirt with you, they should be serious enough about it to bear the consequences and pay a round."

"I hope you know just how embarrassing this is for me."

"Embarrassment is better than non-stop horny glances."

The girl just sighs with a roll of her eyes and goes on to help her mother clean the counter.

- - - - -

"Come on, Bradshaw, stop overthinking it," Phoenix grabs her friend's arm to slightly pull him in the right direction. "It's not like you haven't gone up there and talked to her before."

"I know, I just don't want to be too obvious with how it's always me going there. What if she doesn't like me back?" Rooster shakes his head, trying to get his arm free again.

"What if she does?" The female pilot retorts without a second of thinking. "Look, we all want another round of drinks, so please just move and get over it. Order our drinks while we continue this game."

Rooster sighs, bracing himself for the inevitable - the conversation with the girl he's developed the most ridiculous crush on. He sometimes feels like he's back in high school with the way he acts and his mind works whenever she gets in the picture, but he can't help it. There's something about her that makes him feel drawn to her when they're in-between the same four walls, making him lose all sense of rationality.

What if she does? The way Phoenix said it somehow suggested to him that she might know something he doesn't. What if?, the words keep on repeating in his head as he walks up to the counter with a little more bounce in his steps thanks to the alcohol buzzing in his system.

"(y/n) darlin', can you get us another round?" He leans in, palms spreading out on the wooden surface, his eyes focused on nothing else but the girl.

"Honestly, what is it with your group? Why can't anyone else come but you?" (y/n) giggles as she starts moving around, getting him their choice of drinks.

"Oh, be careful with your words, lady, in the end I'm gonna think you'd prefer someone else coming here."

"And what if I do? It'd be nice talking to Natasha for a change, not just to your boring face," she placed another glass in front of him with a wink accompanying her words, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip to prevent her from chuckling.

Bradley places a hand on his chest, pretending feeling pain inside. "You're deeply hurting me right now, (y/n) Benjamin."

"It's not like your ego can't handle a little bit of honesty, Bradley Bradshaw."

He hasn't even noticed how close their faces have gotten during the past few sentences until she finally starts laughing and he can feel the air leaving her lungs on the skin of his face. His heart skips a beat as an involuntary, gentle smile spreads across his lips. The next moment the girl leans back and pushes herself away from the counter, moving to another spot where someone else has been patiently waiting to get a drink.

Rooster stays in the exact same position, body leaning in to support himself against the side of the counter and hands lightly pressing into it, only his eyes moving around, following her every movement. She's so gorgeous it hurts.

He would've probably stayed in that position for a lot longer if it wasn't for the bell ringing out. The sudden noise brings him out of his daydream and he blinks before making eye contact with Penny, her eyes suggestive and a playful grin on her lips. A wave of cheering sounds across the bar and the man next to him pats him on the shoulder whilst saying thanks.

It's in that very moment he realises it's him who has to buy everyone a round. It's him who broke one of Penny's rules. Rooster swiftly glances down at the counter to see if he has his phone out but it's not there. He looks back up at the bar owner with confusion written on his face, only to catch her finger pointing in the sign's direction, at a specific part of the rules. His eyes land on the words written there and a moment later he feels the blood rushing to his cheeks, probably painting his whole face bright red in the embarrassment he feels.

He got caught staring at the girl like that. And by none other but her mother.

Bradley groans, fishing out his wallet from his pocket, not daring to glance back towards his friends - he can hear them shouting and whooping towards him perfectly without looking and having to face their grinning expressions too. As he pulls out his card and hands it to Penny, his eyes land on (y/n) standing not far behind her mom, her face just as burning red as his feels.

Great. He even embarrassed her, not just himself. He made her feel awkward.

Penny hands him back the card a couple seconds later with a joyous glare and a chuckle, and he turns around just in time to see Phoenix arrive, lending a helping hand in carrying their drinks. "What the hell have you done?" She whisper-screams with a giggle escaping her lips.

"Nothing. I don't know," he shakes his head, trying to get away from the scene of his crime as fast as possible, mentally promising himself never to go around the counter again if he gets even the slightest bit of tipsy.

- - - - -

"Go, I can finish this," Penny gently bumps her shoulder against her daughter's. "I think someone's waiting for you outside."

(y/n) glances at the window besides the front door, seeing the dark silhouette that seems somewhat familiar before turning her eyes towards her mom again. "I think someone's waiting for you," she giggles, suggestively nodding her head towards one of the tables in the corner of the otherwise empty bar, more specifically the man sitting next to it.

"Oh, stop it," the older woman laughs.

"Only if you will stop it too."

"What? I'm just playfully teasing."

"Me too," (y/n) shakes her head still grinning.

Moving out from behind the counter she grabs her bag and sets off towards the door. "Now go and have some fun. But not too much," she adds just as she grabs the handle, quickly stepping out into the warm air of the night with laughter bubbling from her lips, escaping from the loud, nonsense shout her mom sends after her alongside the towel she's been using to clean the counter up until she threw it away.

(y/n)'s still quietly chuckling away as her eyes land on the figure leaning heavily against the wall. "Rooster?"

The young man raises his head from its hanging position and lets his eyes wander up from her feet to her face. "Hi," he breathes out eventually.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you and your friends left more than an hour ago."

"They did."

She frowns, wondering why he might be still waiting here then, and can't help but feel her heartrate fasten, thinking about the possibility that he's been really waiting for her. As her eyes rake over his appearance, taking in the slighty dazed look he's giving her, the way his fingers noiselessly drum some kind of rhythm on his thighs, she concludes that he's probably still quite tipsy - if not drunk - from all the drinks he's consumed that night, no matter how long he's been sitting outside in the fresh, salty air.

"Oh, come on, you big baby, let's get you home," she leans down, grabbing one of his hands and gently tugging it upwards. For a moment he doesn't react, instead still keeps on looking at her, but after a second tug from her he starts moving, pressing his free hand down against the ground and pushing himself up. Standing upright he sways before her fingers wrap around his shoulder, gripping onto his flesh to keep him steady.

"I don't wanna go home yet," he announces.

"But you definitely should."

"No, I wanna take a walk on the beach first. With you. That's why I've been waiting here." Rooster's words come out more clear and confident than before, now definitely making her heart skip a beat.

(y/n) lets out a breath - she's not been planning to spend the rest of her evening with pampering a drunken man. But she has to admit that he looks utterly cute still holding onto her hand tightly, half leaning against the wall behind him, with a couple loose strands of his light brown hair falling in front of his forehead. And he's always been fun to be around. It's not like she can't push the planned curling up on her couch and watching some Netflix show to another day.

"Okay, let's go then," she smiles up at him, nodding towards the oceanside. His eyes light up and he pushes himself off the wall. The girl doesn't even try to pull her hand away - it just feels too good to be held by him to let that go so easily - but he still tightens his grip on her, as if being afraid that she'd tear the connection if he wasn't precautious.

They walk in silence for a while, only the sound of the waves crashing into the shore giving a constant background noise. A soft breeze moves around them, ruffling her hair and slightly pushing his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt off his shoulder. It feels nice and comfortable to just stroll quietly by his side, she thinks. After spending hours in the non-stop, loud noise of the bar, her ears feel blessed to have been allowed to rest a bit.

"I'm sorry," Bradley breaks the silence eventually, making the girl frown and glance at him in confusion. She opens her mouth to ask him what for when he continues. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you earlier."

It still takes a moment for her mind to catch up to what he means, having almost completely forgotten about the bell being rung and Rooster standing there at the counter with flaming red cheeks. A tender giggle escapes her lips as the memory resurfaces.

"You don't have anything to apologise for, you didn't embarrass me," she delicately pats his shoulder with her free hand. "If I remember correctly, it was you who became the red-faced centre of attention."

Rooster lets out a low groan, his fingers flying to the back of his neck to scratch away at the skin there, clearly still feeling awkward about the situation. "Still, I'm sorry."

"You really don't have to, Bradshaw. It was probably just my mom revenging my constant teasing of her and Maverick," (y/n) shrugs, shaking her head at her mother's childishness. "She just wanted to tease you a bit in order to tease me."

It's like the man can't even hear her - he mindlessly rubs the skin of his cheek, eyes staring strictly at the sand beneath his feet as they move along the shore. "I didn't want to be rude or too straightforward. I shouldn't have looked at you like that."

"I'm sure you didn't even look at me like that in the first place." Even the thought alone is ridiculous. Why would he, Rooster, the man himself would look at her like that? God, why had her mother decided to put that sign up? "And you ordering for drinks is far from being too straightforward. You don't know the things I hear all the time. That's what my mom meant with that stupid rule, not what you did."

Rooster stays silent for a couple seconds, seemingly deep in thought before deciding to speak up again. "But that's the thing. I did."

(y/n) feels her brows furrow as she glances at him once more. "You did what?"

"I looked at you like that," he confesses, eyes rising up to watch what can be seen of the rolling waves in the dim light that comes from the Hard Deck.

"Oh." That's all the girl can manage as her mind slowly processes his words. But why would he? He was probably more drunk tonight than she thought he was, if he even for a second looked at her in a way that made her mom ring the bell.

"I feel bad because you're not an object to just stare at or whatever," he keeps on rambling, as if it's something he needs to get off his chest.

"Rooster, you're scaring me," (y/n) giggles. "Where's the cocky pilot I got to know and who's this utter mess next to me?"

"He left a couple hours ago," he mumbles so quietly she almost doesn't hear it, before speaking up louder again. "I truly feel bad."

"Okay, that's enough. If I hear you say that one more time, I'm gonna be the one who feels bad."

Her feet mindlessly kick away at a pile of sand in her way, and she watches as the dry grains of sand go flying in the air, get caught up by the breeze and being blown towards the ocean. "Look, I really don't care about it. Nothing happened so please calm down and stop worrying."

"I can't. I have to make you understand how sorry I am."

God, he's actually still drunk.

"I would never want to disrespect you. Not anyone but especially not you. I swear I will never do it again." His words slur as he keeps on lowly explaining himself, the word sorry appearing every other second and she actually has to bite into the inside of her cheek to keep herself from giggling out loud.

She watches with amusement as he's talking unstoppably, wondering if he even knows what's going on, trying to put a stop to it, interrupting him on several occasions, but it's like his mind is somewhere very far away - too far for her words to truly reach his mind.

With a shake of her head (y/n) abruptly stops, and pulling her hand away from his she turns to face him. Before he can even realise how the circumstances have changed, she's already grabbing both sides of his face with a fond but still somewhat firm movement. She can just see the moment a slight confusion appears in the glint of his eyes as she swiftly leans in and presses her lips to his in a way to finally shut him up.

For a short second it feels like not even this can stop him as his lips keep moving, muffled words sounding from them, but then he suddenly goes completely quiet, and then just one more second later he responds to her kiss.

The romantic books and movies she's read and seen all describe this feeling with mentions of fireworks and butterflies, but somehow it feels completely different than that as he practically melts into her hands. Her senses sharpen like they never did before, and she's sure she's going to combust right here and now.

She can feel crystal clear the exact moment his warm palm touches the small of her back, the heat radiating from his skin going right through the material of her T-shirt and onto her skin, sending a tingle up her spine. The breath leaving through his nose tickles her face and she can feel more than she can hear the soft sigh that leaves his lips as he leans into the kiss even more. Her hands slowly slide lower to rest against his chest just as his fingers tangle themselves into her hair. The light taste of beer transfers from his lips to hers and she revels in the tiny remnants of the alcohol seeping into her system.

When all oxygen leaves her lungs and she can feel them burn in a desperate plead, (y/n) takes a step back, allowing their lips to disconnect. Rooster chases after her lips for a moment, leaning closer still, until her finger presses onto his pursed and swollen lips, stopping his movement. His eyes flutter open and he just stays motionless, staring dazedly into her eyes.

It soon becomes too much to bear, and so she turns her head away, fingers gently wrapping around his wrists to guide them away from her body. Trying to put the buzzing of her mind and all her senses aside she slips a hand into his and turns the two of them around so they can start their walk back to her car.

"Come on, let's get you home to sleep this off, Bradley," she says quietly, a soft smile playing on her lips when she feels his fingers tighten around hers hearing his first name coming from her mouth.

- - - - -

The next day, when (y/n) can hear the sound of the bar's front door being opened and then closed, footsteps approaching the counter as she's placing the clean glasses back to their places, she speaks without looking up. "We don't open for another ten minutes, sorry."

"Don't worry, I'm not here to get a drink," a very familiar raspy, deep voice replies, making her spin around to stare at the man now arriving to the counter.

"Hey," she greets Rooster with a soft smile. Her glance travels all around him - at least the parts of him she can see above the wooden furniture - taking in the pink blush colouring his cheeks, the small and even shy smile playing on his lips.

Does he remember last night at all?

"Uhm, so I wanted to ask you a question, actually," Bradley speaks up, chuckling away after a momentary pause.

"(y/n), dear, can you help me-" Penny's voice rings out as she enters through the kitchen door, but stops abruptly when her eyes land on the pilot leaning against the counter, a knowing smirk slowly taking over her expression. "Oh, I'm sorry, didn't know anyone was in here already. I'll leave you to it," and with that, she moves back from where she's just come from.

(y/n) and Bradley look at each other and burst out laughing at the same time, the sound of their laughter combined helping to ease the previously formed tension. When they finally calm down and everything goes quiet again, (y/n) tilts her head to the side. "So what is it you wanted to ask me?"

"Oh, yeah. Uhm," the man mumbles and she raises an eyebrow, thinking back to the previous night and how similarly he's behaving right now - totally unlike him. "Is there any particular reason you kissed me last night besides wanting to shut me up?"

So he does remember.

Now it's her turn to become all shy and flustered, cheeks turning pink and eyes slightly widening. "Well, that was the main reason, to get you silent finally," she chuckles, but the not finished sentence sensibly hangs in the air still and she knows that he can feel it too, especially when he raises an eyebrow in a suggestive, expectant way.

"But?" Rooster breathes out, leaning just a tiny bit closer above the counter.

(y/n) gulps, closing her eyes for a moment to gather the courage to actually confess. "But I also did it because I wanted to."

"You wanted to?"

God, why wouldn't he let me be and stop my suffering?

"Yeah. For a long time, to be honest," she mumbles under her breath before raising her glance up to his face to his how he'll react.

She does it just in time to see that way too familiar cockiness sparkle up again in his eyes, that well-known, overly confident smirk spreading across his lips. "Yeah?"

The girl nods with a roll of her eyes - she can just feel the tidal wave of teasing coming her way, feeling more than surprised when it doesn't come.

"Good thing you did it then, I'm not sure I would ever have been able to make myself finally do it," Rooster continues, and as she's staring into his hazel eyes, she could swear she sees something else spark in there. Something that's tender and breathtaking and lovely and almost like adoration.

"You wanted to?" (y/n) can't help but repeat his previous question back to him.

"I still want to," he replies and it's like her heart is actually bursting out of her chest, beating so fast and loud she's sure even her mother can hear it. "If you'll let me," Bradley finishes, his voice taming down into a gentle mumble.

He leans even closer to her above the counter slowly, painfully slowly, and she can almost feel herself just give in and lean in as well, when her mind's still working part comes up with a rational thought and she swiftly pushes herself further from the counter.

She can see the confusion spreading across his face and she can almost hear the thoughts running wild in his head as he's probably wondering what he's done wrong, but before he can ask her, she's already on her way to move out into the open space of the bar. Her feet almost make her stumble in her slightly impatient hurry since she's not taking her eyes off his, not for even the shortest second to look at where she's going.

Dodging a few stools and her fingers finding support on the wooden surface as she drags them along the top of the counter she watches as his head is slowly turning, in sync with her own movements as if he himself wouldn't want to break the eye contact either.

By the time she comes to a halt in front of him, slipping into the space between the counter and him he generated whilst watching her move, he's seemingly caught up to what she had in mind, his lips curling back into the grin once more. "I'll let you, Bradley Bradshaw," she breathes out, noticing his eyes dart down to her lips and back up to her (y/e/c) orbs again.

Slowly, as if they had all the time in the world to themselves, he places both hands on the edge of the counter, trapping the girl there, standing right in-between his arms, mere centimetres away from his body. Then, with the same patience he lowers his head, gently letting his forehead rest against hers. He can feel the stutter of her breath against his skin as she practically shakes with anticipation, making the knowing smirk appear on his face just as he dives in to claim her lips his own.

The clatter of silverware sounding from the kitchen breaks the two of them away a minute or so later, and as (y/n) glances towards the kitchen door, wondering if her mother intentionally made the noise only to further tease them, Bradley untangles his hands from their previous positions on the side of her neck and her left cheek, both of them breathing deeply, chests touching with each inhale.

"Do I interpret the signs correctly and this means that you would say yes if I hypothetically asked you out on a date?" Rooster raises his hand once more, pushing a stray curl of her hair that has fallen in front of her face behind her ear.

"Only hypothetically speaking, yes," the girl replies, a wide grin practically cutting her face into two.

The next moment they share a chuckle, giddy from their previous actions and the weight of their confessions.

"Okay," Bradley leans in to press a soft kiss against her forehead. "Would you go on a date with me then?"

"Wasn't it only hypothetical?" (y/n) can't help but grin up at him.

"It isn't anymore."

She simply nods, letting her eyes do the talking as she stares deep into his gorgeous, sparkling hazel orbs. Rising up to stand on her toes she responds to his peck with a similarly delicate one, just on his cheek, on the spot of impossibly soft skin right under his eyes instead of his forehead.

"Good," he breathes out, eyes fluttering closed from the tenderness. "When does your shift end tonight?"

(y/n)'s just about to answer him when the kitchen door opens once more. "Okay, kiddos, I gave you a couple minutes, now I gotta open this place, so time's up," Penny walks out with a grin on her face, not even looking the tiniest bit of surprised by seeing her daughter and the pilot standing so close to each other, basically in each other's embrace.

Did she know about both our feelings? That's why she rang the bell too?, (y/n) can't help but think.

"Hey, Pen, can I somehow bribe you into letting your daughter finish her shift a bit earlier tonight?" Rooster grins at the bar owner, taking a small step back to let the girl escape from the trap his body created.

Penny rolls her eyes, shaking her head in pretended disbelief. "What are you up to, Lieutenant?"

"I want to take her out on a date, ma'am," he playfully salutes her, responding to her formality without a second thought.

The woman glances to the side, joyously noticing the utter happiness radiating from her daughter, before turning her gaze back to the young man at her side, nodding her approval. "Only this once, and just because I've been watching you pine for each other for too long already," she chuckles and moves to stand behind the counter, placing the towel that's been resting on her shoulder down to give the wooden surface one last wipe.

Rooster turns to (y/n) only to find her standing there with her cheeks flushed pink, looking oh so perfect - and he has to stop for a short second just to take the sight in and wonder if it's from the embarrassment because of her mother or from the kiss they just shared.

They discuss the details of their date under their breath in order to stop her mom being able to hear them perfectly, then he leans in and presses a short and innocent kiss to her temple before turning away and making his way out of the bar, disappearing behind the doorframe - but not before glancing back one last time to shine a wide, excited smile (y/n)'s way.

.::the end::.

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"my lady, the rooster calls! up now." you hear hisposh and professional voice speak. the shwing! of the curtain holders sliding against the rods fills your ears. the bright sunlight following soon after.

the groan that left your lips must have been amusing to the demon, for you heard a chuckle leave his lips. "must you laugh at my misery?"

the feeling of his silk gloves against your bare skin makes you jolt. the cold feeling es of his gloves foreign on your previously covered thigh. the tips of his fingers lightly glide up your skin, beginning to hover when your nightgown covers you. "you have business to attend to, my lady. your morning bath has already been prepared," his voice has a hint ofamusement in it.

a familiar grin finds his face when you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, reluctantly leaving the satin sheets with a glare.

you moan in satisfaction from the warmth of the water, sinking in the basin carefully, letting the waterswallow your body. "my, look at that! there arepleaures to wakening in the morning," sebastian's tone remains professional while adding a sarcastic undertone to it. however, the sarcasm in his words isn't reflected by his actions.

his teeth catch the tips of his gloves, pulling the bothof them off in a smooth motion. he kneels next to the washbasin while rolling up his sleeves.

with the warmth "sebastian" should not have, his hands carefully glide over your skin, the soap imbued sponge being rubbed into your skin. "what exactly, on today's cumbersome schedule?" you question softly, eyes closed as his hands glide inbetween your legs, gently washing your inner thighs.

"well, that "cumbersome" schedule is of importance today, my lady." a smile of amusement is present on his face when he explains, another groan of loathing leaving your lips.

stepping from the bath, he surrounds you with a warm towel. as delicate as ever, he helps you dry off, patting your skin as if it was as fragile as glass. his eyes tend to linger over your skin, a certain glint of hunger (you miss) in them. it seems he doesn't acton whatever desires may be festering as he simply grabs your chemise and slips it over your head.

while discussing the day with him, you absentmindedly lift your arms and turn around as the corset comes in to view. you slightly whimper when he tugs on the strings. "must this meeting be mandatory for me? there's no need for me, i am only a trophy of my father's," the words that leave your mouth begin to sound whiny to his ears. "now, my lady, im sure he's only cautious after that incident," sebastian responds, his voice getting farther as he bends down.

with a tap to your calve you lift your foot, knowing he's slipping on the garter belt suspender. you bend forward, resting your arms on the counter befor eyou when you feel his hands touch your feet delicately. the silk of the stockings on your skin feels familiar, although the process seems a bit slow.

"sebastian?" his ears might have been focused on you; however, his eyes, they were trained on the spot in between your plush thighs.

the position at which you positioned yourself gave him a few of those pretty plump lips. you were always so...inviting and eager to help. surely you wouldn't mind allowing him to fulfill a desire of his. one of his hands slides up the curve of your back, pushing your chest and stomach further against the counter.

you feel that hand slowly trail back down, slidingunderneath the chemise you were wearing to rest onyour ass. his thumbs glide lightly against your foldsbefore spreading your ass, giving him a better viewfrom on the floor.

while you couldn't see his face, you were well aware he licked his lips. after all, it had been a moment since you allowed the "bedding privileges" you agreed on when the contract was first made. therefore, you relaxed, letting him touch and observeyour "virgin cunt" all he wished to. although, the ideaof being watched so closely, looked at as an toy caused a familiar feeling a warmth to trail down toyour abdomen. "s-sebastian," you mumble, wanting to say something.

"sh, sh. give me a moment," he shushes you smiling at the jolt you make when his breath touches your skin. his soft lips pressing gently against your lower ones.

the tips of his fingers move to the slower part of your folds, spreading them to see your little squeezing around nothing. "such debauchery, you've barely been touched." his words get sent straight to your pussy as you start to relax further into his touch. "you said i had a-a meeting today..."

his touches are slight, nothing too rough as his fingertips brush between your folds. "well, my lady-" it's calm until he shoves in index finger to the knuckle in your cunt. the yelp of surprise from your lips makes him smile, your body tensing. "its in two hours, we have time."

at his words your body relaxes. it always makes him smile at how quickly you could switch to being downrght stupid.

such a strong woman completing her job until sebastian utters words of her freedom and suddenly she's no longer a woman fighting for power, she's a harlot giving up her power.

his finger slides along your walls, your body relaxing against the counter. with every languid moment, it became easier to slide in and out, with evey movement your slick covered his fingers. it was adorable how wet you became from such a small action, it only made him want to play with you more. "i wish to have some..fun, my lady. may i?" i wish to see what else i can plant in that pliable mind of yours.

it was a stupid question really. the both of you knew the answer. the familar purple glow of the contract mark came from beneath your navel, a heated feeling begins to fester in your abdomen, thighs pressing together.

"yes!" your response was immediate, the slight crack in your voice amused him. the pleasurable feeling from his finger leaves you along with a whine. you feel him snatch the garter belt suspender down, the tight feeling from the corset loosening as he tugs onthe strings. the peices fall to the floor, his hands on your hips turning you around.

his eyes glow red, pupils like a serpant as he looks up at you. you feel the softness of his wide hands ruband up and down the back of your thighs. "i haven't made you squirt, have i, my lady?" he mumbles against the skin of your inner thigh.

one of his hands pushes up your chemise, a familiar glint of hunger in his eyes when sees the contract mark.

he knows how you feel as the purple circle glows. he knows your insides are throbbing with need and his presence is drowning you with feelings of desire. every thought you had starts to evaporate in the sea of his aura. it was if he was a drug to you, a drug that beckoned the mortal desires an unmarried should not have for her butler. but the drug was sweet, it made your knees weak and your clit throb, it madeyour pussy wet and needy for anything to be slipped in it.

"n-no?" you weren't sure if he was actually asking for answer, but you answered with another question actually, you weren't sure what he meant. what was he going do to you?

"an answer wasn't needed, my dear mistress," he words are soft, his breath lightly hitting your skin. sebastian begins standing up, lifting the fabric from your body as he does. and without a word you lift your arms and let him, the curves and softness of your skin now unfiltered to his eyes.

his hands rub and squeeze your curves, your breasts, your ass. "such a beautiful body, it'd be a shame not to use it." his hands grab the back of your thighs, just under the meat of your ass to lift you up and carry you to the bedroom.

the texture of satin spreads up your back as he sets you down. "i believe your ready for my fingers. you are as wet as a harlot."

the only response he gets is a whine that turns into a moan when two of his lithe fingers slip into your cunt. they curl against the gooey ribbed spot, sending a wave of pleasure through your thighs andup to your chest. the tight coil in your stomach snapped and you release on his fingers.

it was embarrassing how quickly you came. simply from the touch of his fingers, although sebastian knew better. whether or not that pretty head of yours thought about it, his touch was actually a drug toyou.

when that contract was made, your body was his and he could choose whether to rile you up or not. his saliva, his touch, his presence was a literal drug as he consumed you. the throbbing contract mark over your womb increased the feeling. "sebastian." his name left your lips as a whine.

he didn't stop his movements, continuing to stroke your walls with care, his lips trailing up the inside ofyour thigh. his teeth graze your skin and his touch is like fire.

as if reminding you that you would burn in hell. that your decision years prior would come back to haunt you through the "man" fucking you with his fingers.

"wait, why aren't you--ngh!" the speed of his fingers increase, his other warm palm sliding gently over your navel as if to "soothe" the intense pleasure yourreceiving from the strokes of his fingers. a sigh leaves his lips at your words. i know that brain of yours isn't entirely functional, but your ears have been perfectly fine up until now," he insults you, a hint of condescension in his voice.

despite how rude his words were you could only whimper, taking his insult like the good girl you are.you speak, voice quiet and soft, "i didn't...hear."

his eyes catch the shy movement of yours, the corner of his lips twitching as he sees just how cloudy your eyes look. "i suppose i should tell you if im knuckles deep in this pretty little snatch, hm?"

sebastian is so cruel. you suppose its in his demonic nature, but a familiar ignorance made you think he wouldn't be. and you were wrong as words leave his lips. his fingers pump in and out of your cunt, the squelching noises of them sliding in and out fillingyour ears. you knew you were stupid for thinking otherwise when he laughs at you while explaining he won't stop. he'll "train" your pussy to squirt for him. no matter how many orgasms he has to ring out of you.

"so thoughtless, its adorable." you hear his words you hear what he says when he pulls the nth orgasm from you. however, you can't seem to process it. has it been just minutes, or hours? a light sheen of sweat covers your body, the sheets are damp beneath you, your slick coating your inner thighs and his hand.

his hands, god fuck, they don't get tired! they continue curling and pressing as you twitch, your pussy forever sucking him in with wants of more.

your eyes are dull, blankly staring at whatever object across the room, a cloud of pleaure fogging your mind. "i could do anything i wanted to you, and you wouldn't have the mind to even process it," he chuckles, leaning forward to hover over you. his free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"mortals are so fragile. but so delectable when they break."

his lips smash against yours, his serpentine-like tongue sliding between your parted lips. his mouth drinks your moans, despite being aware the entire manor knows what their master is engaging in. its eems some visits will have to be made.

"n'more!" regardless, your sloppy pussy calls him in. "nooo." regardless, you lean into his touch and archyour back."'s 'nough!" regardless, you moan to your heart's content, you greedily swallow whatever taste, whatever touch of him you can get.

"greedy," he growls into your mouth, his fangs nipping at your bottom lip when he pulls away. a choked and disappointed whine leaves your lips at the loss.

the pathetic whimper turning into a sort of scream. his free palm presses down your navel, the fingers occupied by your cunt hook against the gooey ribbed spot inside of you. and he won.

you scream, hips convulsing and legs snapping shut around his hands. your mouth in a perfect 'O' and back arched as a different feeling overcomes you. like a bunch of pressure dropping in your stomach you squirt, wetting his clothing and the sheets. a string of whimpers and incoherent words leaves your lips.

tears stream down the sides of your face you reach another climax. he hears your gasps of air, as if the pleasure stopped your brains ability to tell you to breathe.

"my lady," his voice is smoother, calmer than the tone he had before. one of his hands breaks free from the confines of your thighs rubbing up and down the valley of your breasts. "breathe, its alright."

his gentle shushes and coos grant you the ability to breathe again, gasping for air. "good girl." your eyes focus on him after the praise, finally able to understand what just happened. his hand and sleeve is soaked, your thighs glistening from the clear liquid, and all the while that familar hungry grin remains on his face.

"i'll do the honours of cancelling the meeting."

꒰ n: it was good in the beginning, at least ithink so. and it got worse lmao. i think its kinda cringy...but! i finally did i day! that's a plus. i hate this one sm😭 also, rough latin translation: the lord may not forgive me, but i ask for protection. my soulcalls to the depths of hell, "i offer myself to you." save me. save me. save me. ꒱

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