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[roosterbruiser]

VOULEZ-VOUS FINALE

Spans from December, 1978--December, 1992

Los Angeles, CA

She opens a bank account. Her bruise plays a big role in this chapter. 

Another house party with just the gang. Cherry and Hangman are pretty much high the whole time. Everyone does a little bit of coke besides Rooster. She reads everyone’s palms.

Jake plays the tape of him and Cherry for everyone and Rooster gets pissy about it. And he tries to say it’s because he never watches his own stuff so he doesn’t understand why Jake does. And Cherry has to be like…relax, man. I fuck everyone. 

Rooster sulks outside, smoking a cigar. And Cherry finally goes outside and sits on his lap and asks him what’s going on. He’s too afraid to admit that he’s in love with her. So he just says that he likes the way things have been and he doesn’t want things to change. She assures him they won’t. 

And like she can sense that he needs it, she fucks him that night. Stays with him. Except there’s a moment where he tries to slow her down, holding her hips, helping her rock. And she lets him for a second--it feels good. It feels really, really good. But then she’s awash with something that feels too big and she takes over again and goes fast.

Rooster tells her that he sleeps very deeply when she sleeps with him. It feels like he’s saying that he loves her. 

Los Angeles, CA May 29th, 1979

Jake’s guilty but unwilling to talk about things. They haven’t told anybody about what happened. They have a little get-together and watch some of the films Cherry has made and Rooster privately broods. She babies him--sits on his lap while he smokes a cigar. And then they have sex that night. It’s the first time they actually make love. 

How come she can be sweet with Jake and not make it sexual but she can’t do that with Rooster?

Her and Rooster are like achingly close to being a couple. She’s spending all her time with him, they seem to have found some sort of domestic bliss together. She’s getting more money and he helps her open a bank account. 

He is close to telling her that he loves her. But something that keeps happening is everytime they have an intimate moment together, she tries to get sexual with him. And he doesn’t know how to tell her now so he does it. 

It comes to a head when Hangman is over one night. Her and Rooster go to bed and he is just holding her, kissing her, about to say he loves her. And she tries to initiate sex. And he lets it get to her sitting naked on top of him before he stops her. They have a small warble because she feels rejected and he doesn’t know how to explain to her that she doesn’t always have to fuck him. 

So she gets out of bed and fucks Hangman. Then she sleeps in her own room. 

Los Angeles, CA June 9th, 1979

Things are a bit stilted between her and Rooster now. She’s back on her bullshit with Jake, doing coke all the time and partying. It’s like what happened to her meant nothing. It didn’t touch her deeply enough for anything to change, especially since her and Rooster are in such a weird spot right now. And Rooter is too worried about something happening to Cherry, so he’s been accompanying them. 

Cherry is feeling things for Rooster and it scares her. She is starting to get special treatment from people because they’ve seen her films. A few people ask for autographs.

Somewhere in here, Phoenix paints a portrait of Cherry.

One night at the disco, a woman approaches Rooster and she’s kind of all over him. But he’s just watching Cherry. And when Cherry comes back to the table, he says he’s ready to go and she says she wants to keep partying. The woman wants to fuck Rooster--Cherry can tell. She sees Rooster pushing her off and tells Rooster that he should just take her home.

They get into a spat about it and he ends up leaving with the woman and fucking her at home. But he can’t finish. He doesn’t know why. He lets her stay the night, but he doesn’t sleep in the bed. Really, he doesn’t sleep at all. He just paces. 

Los Angeles, CA June 23rd, 1979

Cherry films a scene with Bob--nurse and patient. Then after, her and Bob go to the pier and she takes a walk with him. They get to know each other a little bit and he tells her what he knows about Rooster and Jake. They get to know each other. They both grew up on farms so they talk about it. They don’t fuck again. They have a friendship that translates off-screen and on. People like watching them fuck. But they never do it outside. 

When she goes home, Rooster is making dinner. Things have been a bit odd between them. But she’s just overwhelmed. So she goes into the kitchen and just holds him from behind. And he melts in her touch. But then she starts kissing his neck and grabbing his cock and he just gives in because he knows that’s the only way he’s gonna feel her love. They fuck that night, but he tenderly kisses what remains of her bruise. She never takes the necklace off. 

Cape Cod, MA July 1st-3rd, 1979

Phoenix has a vacation home on Cape Cod, so they all go to the house. It’s huge and beautiful and they’re all happy together. Cherry rooms with Rooster and it really excited him. 

They kind of act like a couple for a little while there. She’s taking bumps with Jake but everyone’s taking bumps. 

They have a few good days of just shopping and sun tanning and swimming and fucking. Maybe they play spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven. Cherry ends up fucking everyone in the group during seven minutes in heaven. 

When her and Jake are swimming together one night, she notices a scar on the back of his leg that she’s never seen before. He says it’s a piece of Gentry’s skull--embedded there forever because it was too deep. They couldn’t get it out. 

For once, at the end of the night, Cherry is too tired to have sex. She asks Rooster if it’s okay if they just sleep. He says of course it is. He’s thrilled. He feels like this means something big. 

Cape Cod, MA July 4th, 1979

They drink all day. Cherry takes a few bumps with Jake. They go out boating. It’s a good time. Everyone is beautiful, everything is beautiful. 

They stay out on the water and watch the fireworks. She sits on Rooster’s lap all night. 

When they get home, everyone is tired. They all go to bed. Her and Rooster go to bed too and they make love. Like they actually make love for the first time--she lets him. And it’s so intense and she doesn’t know what to do and she’s scared. 

And he is so happy after. She can see that it pleased him so endlessly. And that terrifies her. 

He tells her that he loves her. She pretends like she’s asleep. He falls for it. 

Los Angeles, CA July 13th, 1979 

Films a swingers scene with Rooster, Phoenix, and Hangman. She’s starting to get recognized on the street now wherever she goes. People from out of town are the only ones brave enough to ask for a picture together and she never says no.

Rooster is waiting for the perfect moment to tell her that he is in love with her. He wants to get it right. He wants to leave the business and take her with him. He has enough money for the both of them to live off of handsomely forever. 

So then the four of them hang out at Phoenix’s place. Rooster sees the portrait of Cherry that she painted and says he wants to buy it. It’s the first piece of art he’s ever bought from Phoenix. 

Jake tries to outbid Rooster. They have a weirdly tense squabble over it before Cherry intervenes and outbids both of them. She buys the portrait herself. 

Later on, when her and Rooster go home, he turns on a record and asks her to dance with him. She’s confused because he never wants to dance. But then it’s a slow record and they slow dance and it feels good. She is in love with him maybe. But she’s having so much fun just fucking around, just being by herself, just doing whatever. 

And then he says he wants to tell her something. And she asks him to make her cum first. He does--twice. And then he tells her that he’s in love with her. She is terrified but she knows that she loves him too. She feels powerless against it. So she says she loves him too. 

Los Angeles, CA July 17th, 1979

Her and Rooster decide that they’re going to try monogamy. She’s scared, but she loves him. What else is there to do? The deal is that they only fuck other people for work. That’s it. Nothing outside of that. 

They announce it to their friends while they’re all on the beach together. Everyone is happy for them. Honestly, it’s a good day. Jake isn’t an asshole--he doesn’t think it’s gonna last, but he doesn’t say that. He’s still touchy with her, which is okay for now. 

That night, she takes a bath with Rooster. They tell each other about their childhoods. 

Los Angeles, CA August 11th, 1979

She films a cuckold scene with Rooster and Bob. 

Fucking other men on set isn’t helping. She wants to keep fucking other people. But she loves Rooster--she’s devoted to him. And it isn’t that he isn’t fulfilling her, it’s just that she’s a genuine nymphomaniac. 

Cute moments with her and Rooster--maybe them swimming. Maybe them shopping. You know. Cute stuff. You can do it!

Monterey, CA August 17th-August 20th, 1979

Rooster takes Cherry on a road trip. They go up the coast and stay in a little cottage on the water. It’s nice. It’s just them. He loves that it feels so domestic. She just loves him. She’s insatiable, though. She always wants it--she always wants to be fucked. 

Cherry wants to be with him but she’s afraid it won’t be enough. She’s trying so hard for it to be enough. For him. For Rooster. He tells her about his mom getting sick. 

Los Angeles, CA September 1979

Films a domination scene with Rooster.

Cherry and Rooster are in love. But she wants to be fucked all the time. 

There’s a scene where she tries to initiate sex and he doesn’t want to have sex. So she’s just frustrated. She has to touch herself and it just isn’t the same. 

She grabs a drink with Jake and they end up going back to his house. They do too much coke and end up sleeping together. They both feel terrible about it. 

She tells Rooster as soon as she gets home. And he forgives her and Jake immediately--I mean, it’s like handing a lighter to a pyromaniac. He gets it. He says that she can sleep with whoever she wants, as long as she comes home and is in bed with him every night. 

Los Angeles, CA October, 1979 

Films a Western thing with the full cast. 

She fucks someone else one night and then comes home. Her and Rooster eat dinner. They got to bed. He initiates sex and in the heat of the moment, while he’s being rough with her, he tells her that he’s fucking someone else’s cum into her. He calls her a whore. 

They stop. They’re both upset. They agree that it isn’t working. He asks her, as a last ditch effort, to quit porn and just be with him. She says no. They hold each other. In the morning, they agree to only fuck on set. 

Los Angeles, CA November, 1979

Summer camp with the full cast. When her and Rooster fuck, it’s very much them longing for each other. It’s heartbreaking, really. They kiss a lot. He still makes her cum. She misses him so much. Just a long hug after the shoot. 

She starts getting super into doing coke with Jake again. They���re hanging out all the time together. She’s still living with Rooster. But they’re achingly just friends--which is very hard for them. 

She’s kind of in a tailspin. She fucks everyone. She misses Rooster. 

Los Angeles, CA Late November, 1979

Her and Jake are hanging out, doing coke one night. They are talking and they start arguing. He says she doesn’t know the difference between sex and love. And they’re both high and they really get into it but then all of the sudden, he starts seizing. 

She rides with him in the ambulance. The paramedics recognize her and one of them asks for her autograph. Rooster meets her at the hospital. He and Cherry comfort each other. She’s very distraught. Jake is okay--they get to go in and see him after a few hours. They stay in the hospital with him for a while. 

When Rooster goes home to get him and Cherry some clothes, Jake tells her that he has something that he only wants to tell Cherry and she can’t tell anyone. She agrees. It’s very soft. She’s stroking his hair, they’re both crying. He said he met God and he licked his wounds. It was Gentry.

Los Angeles, CA December, 1979 

Cherry is still reeling from seeing Jake overdose. She asks Dennis if she can push the shoot back. He says no. Rooster and him get into it. 

Cherry shows up on set and Rooster and Dennis are arguing. Rooster tells Cherry that this is his last scene--ever. He’s leaving the business after this. This means several things: Cherry knows everyone will start to leave after him, they won’t fuck anymore, and she will miss him severely. 

It’s a make-me-a-star scene. Very sad.

Dennis insults Rooster and Cherry decks Dennis in the face. She busts his lip open good and wide.

Los Angeles, CA Late December, 1979

It’s just her and Rooster over Christmas. It’s her first one away from her folks. She signs another contract with Goldman Homevideos. Dennis forgives her--so he can keep making money from her.

The prologue ties in here. It is Dennis. He drugged her. 

She goes into Rooster’s room. He throws Dennis out. He cleans her up. It’s all very tender. She says she wishes that she could be what he wants her to be. He says that isn’t the issue here--the issue is that she can’t give herself to him fully. They hold each other. She still has the gold chain. She says that she thinks they’re soulmates. He says he’s always known it.

Los Angeles, CA November, 1980

It’s Cherry’s 23rd birthday. She celebrates with the whole crew. It’s a good party. 

Afterwards, Rooster gives her another gift. It’s when they’re alone together. He gives her two thick, fat gold rings. One has a C engraved on it and the other has an A engraved on it. He says that the next time Dennis acts up, she can scar him up real good. So that everyone knows he fucked with Cherry Arsan. 

Rooster finished Emmanuelle. He reads some out loud to her as they nurse their final cocktails of the night. They just go to sleep there on the couch together. They don’t have sex. 

Cape Cod, MA July, 1981 

They’re all at Phoenix’s house for the 4th again. Rooster, Payback, and Phoenix aren’t in the industry anymore. That leaves Cherry, Hangman, Coyote, and Fanboy. 

They swim and eat and all just love each other. It’s a good time. Cherry and Hangman aren’t officially a couple, but they may as well be. Cherry lives with him now and they’re fuck buddies, even though they fuck other people. 

But monogamy isn’t a thing. So she sleeps in Rooster’s bed because she misses him. And he misses her, too. They end up having sex and afterwards, Rooster is upset. He wants her. So he tells her that they can’t have sex again. It makes him miserable. 

Los Angeles, CA April, 1982

Phoenix is getting married. Everyone attends the wedding. They dance--except Rooster, who just watches. But when a slow song comes on, her and Rooster dance together. They dance to the song Something On Your Mind by Karen Dalton. 

He asks her if she ever wants to get married. They talk about it. She doesn’t know what she wants. She says that if she ever does get married, she hopes it’s him. But she doesn’t feel ready. He says he’ll wait for her. 

Only Hangman and Cherry are in the industry still.  

Los Angeles, CA December, 1983

It’s Christmas. It’s just Rooster and Cherry. 

Hangman is starting to spend Christmas with Gentry’s family. 

They’ve been doing this for a few years now. They reminisce all the years they’ve known each other and the way things have changed. She gets him very expensive cigars and a new gold chain since she still wears his. It’s very nice. He gets her a pair of shoes--nice, leather Mary Janes. And a pair of bell-bottoms. 

They don’t have sex, but she sleeps in his bed. He says it’s the only time he sleeps through the night. She kisses his forehead. 

Los Angeles, CA

June, 1984

It’s Rooster’s birthday now. They all celebrate with a big party at Rooster’s house. It takes place after, as she’s helping clean the place. Hangman quit the business. Cherry is getting her own place. 

On the off-hand, Cherry asks Rooster to grab her purse. He sees that there’s a gun in it. She says the world isn’t what it used to be. He begs her to leave and just be with him. Just love him. Isn’t he enough? It’s sad. 

This is when she also breaks the news to Rooster. Her and Hangman, during a coked up excursion in Las Vegas, got married. And when they came down, they decided they were gonna give things a go. Maybe not entirely monogamous, but devoted to each other. Rooster asks her if she regrets it. She says she doesn’t know yet, but she likes how warm he is in bed. Rooster is heartbroken, but also wise. He knows what they have isn’t going to last. They love each other the way an addict loves their next fix. There’s no longevity. What he and her have? That’s forever. He knows. He knows it. 

Los Angeles, CA October, 1985

Cherry is on the cover of Playboy in September. Her mother sends her a letter. She lets Rooster read it. It’s very, very sad. She’s upset about it. 

Rooster asks if she wants to go dancing to cheer her up. Bell Bottoms closed. So they just go for a swim. He skinny dips, just to cheer her up. She does, too. They almost have sex. Almost. But they stop in time. 

Her and Jake aren’t doing very well in their marriage. Their relationship is tumultuous and immature. They fight over everything…their next fix, their marriage, their cars, their jobs. They’ve lost their friendship.  

Los Angeles, CA January 1987

Cherry’s parents both die in a car accident. She finds out that they were in an immense amount of debt when they died, but they never asked her for help. She thinks that is sad and funny. Cherry would’ve given them money if she knew, but she didn’t. Her, Hangman, and Rooster go home to help with the house. She sees old people she’s fucked. Everyone ogles at her because they recognize her. The women give her hateful looks.

Her brother is terrible to her. Her parents left her nothing in their will--just what was in her childhood bedroom. She sees it--the way she left it when she was 21. Nothing is touched. They basically just boarded it up. 

It’s melancholy. 

Her, Rooster, and Hangman all squeeze into her childhood bed and sleep there together. It’s the worst sleep of her life. Between her husband and her soulmate. 

Los Angeles, CA February 1988

Rooster introduces Cherry to his fiance. Her name is Samantha. She’s an accountant. Samantha is older. Like maybe close to forty. She’s beautiful. They all have dinner together. Samantha very obviously doesn’t like Cherry, but she’s very cordial towards her. Cherry is becoming very insecure as she ages. She liked being the pretty young thing on the scene, liked that everyone was always calling her a baby. But she’s not so super young anymore. 

Jake, Cherry, and Bradley all go to dinner together to meet Samantha. Samantha and Bradley haven’t been together for very long. Cherry just got back from Italy and she’s talking a lot about herself. But she’s also coming to terms with the fact that she has an expiration date and it’s approaching. She’s struggling. Maybe she even talks about getting plastic surgery (which Samantha is super against). 

She kind of fishes for compliments, very vain, always checking her makeup. Samantha is a very forward-thinking woman who can hold her own. But she has very rigid standards of what she considers feminist and what she doesn’t. 

Samantha doesn’t like Cherry. Cherry is kind of being a bit off-putting and being touchy with Rooster and Jake. 

They get into a discussion about porn.

Samantha says Rooster regrets doing porn. And Cherry is asking him but he’s on the spot. He talks about how it was predatory and how Dennis used them, but her whole perspective is like sure, maybe it was predatory, but look at the fucking house we’re sitting in. Look at the fucking gold chain you’re wearing. Look at the fucking steak we’re eating right now, with the perfect marble. And Jake and Rooster say that Cherry got the worst of it and she’s like yeah, I did. But what do I have to complain about when I’m sitting here in a Chanel dress, wearing a string of saltwater pearls? 

So then Samantha brings up how when her and Rooster have kids, and if they have sons, they don’t want them to watch porn. Porn has such a negative effect on youth and it makes men violent. Cherry takes that as a personal offense. She says she doesn’t make men violent by having violent sex on camera--she has to have violent sex on camera because that’s what men want. 

Her and Hangman hang around after dinner, when Samantha goes home. Her and Rooster don’t live together yet. They all talk about the years that have passed and how times have changed.

They talk about children. What they all want in life. And Cherry and Hangman tell Rooster that they’re getting a divorce--a very amicable one. As soon as they decided to divorce, they became friends again. They tell Rooster, while laughing, about the last fight that they had. Cherry called Jake a cokehead loser who couldn’t get over his dead gay boyfriend. Jake called Cherry an orphaned sell-out with too-big tits. Rooster doesn’t think any of this is funny. 

Los Angeles, CA November-December, 1988

Cherry has an ectopic pregnancy. She has one egg drop and it ends up detaching in the wrong spot. She was a whole conversation with Rooster about it. Rooster comes to her in the hospital and won’t leave until she finishes eating. She’s very obviously struggling, even if she’s trying to still be fun and flirty and sexy. He asks whose it was. She says maybe Jake’s, but it’s anyone’s guess. 

He leaves but waits outside the door. He hears Cherry sobbing. When he walks back in, she’s curled into herself and facing away from him. He just crawls into bed behind her and holds her tight. 

The next month, Rooster invites Cherry over for dinner. Samantha is there. Samantha and Rooster are looking into fertility treatment because they want to start a family. And Cherry tries to talk to Samantha about it, but Samantha implies that her issues are different from Cherry’s and that she’s always known she was gonna have a hard time conceiving. 

So first of all, Cherry asks Rooster if he wants kids. And he says that maybe he does. And she says you’ve never told me that. And Samantha is like why would he? And Cherry says that they were together. And Samantha has hit the ceiling at this point. So she’s like yeah, he told me about it. You couldn’t stop fucking other men. 

Rooster stands up for Cherry. And Cherry and Rooster have an argument. Cherry is trying to be everybody’s baby and Rooster is upset by all this. She’s smoking a cigarette in his house and he tells her to take it outside. And she’s surprised bc he always bends the rules for her. And she won’t let Samantha take that. 

But then he says that they’re engaged. She isn’t the woman in his life. 

She leaves before she starts crying. 

Los Angeles, CA July 1989

It’s the night before the wedding. Cherry quit the industry a few months ago. Everyone’s at the hotel. It’s late. She’s sitting at the hotel bar by herself, nursing a glass of wine. Rooster ends up coming down. They talk all night. It’s a lot of reflection--all her time in the industry, what she learned about love and sex. What she learned about men and herself. And he just loves her so much. 

Cherry does not intend to ruin the wedding. She just tells Rooster that she wishes their timing had been better. She wishes she had been ready. She wishes she was his age. He tells her it’s too late for that now. That he is a good man with good intentions and there is a woman upstairs who he said he would marry. Cherry, very sadly and sweetly, says she knows he is a man of his word. She tells him that he is going to make a perfect husband and a perfect father. She squeezes his hand. 

She goes upstairs to her hotel room and feels immense grief, but relief as well. The back and forth is finally ending. There is no more will-they-won’t-they with them. He’s moving on. She is heartbroken, but genuinely very happy for him. 

There’s a knock on the door. It’s Rooster and he’s holding his suitcase. He tells her that she’s always had horrible timing. She says she’s been late to everything in her life. He leaves with Cherry.

Sonoma, CA December 1992

Cherry is 35 and Rooster is 45. They own a vineyard in Sonoma. They’re preparing things for Christmas with everyone. They make love before the fireplace. They’re lovingly getting their home ready for all their friends. They’ve got a couple dogs and some horses. Life is good--sweet. 

A few of them have kids, most everyone is married. Cherry and Rooster got married a few months after the wedding was called off. They’re happy. They’re really, really happy. They look through photo albums while they’re getting things out. All the photos Rooster took of her over the years--some of them are devastatingly sexy. But others are sexy in a quieter way--like a picture he took without her knowing, one where she’s sitting at the end of her bed and rolling lace stockings up her legs. Another where she’s sucking her finger in the reflection of the mirror to get the lipstick off her teeth. And some of the pictures aren’t sexy at all--they’re just beautiful. Cherry on their honeymoon in Maine, bundled up in a sweater with a scarf in her hair waving in the wind. Cherry behind the wheel of Rooster’s cherry-red car, grinning sweetly with her big sunglasses on. Cherry first-thing in the morning, hair messy and toothbrush hanging out of her mouth. It’s the way he’s always seen her, which is not the way most men of the world see her: as a person. As herself. As something to be loved and not just fucked.

Fin.                           

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Stud On Board | Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: You're nervous to meet Bob's friends for the first time. Initially you think they are poking fun at you, but then you realize that's not the case. When it becomes obvious that it's your boyfriend they're picking on, you make it a point to let them know just how much of a stud he really is.

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut, swearing

Length: 2100 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female Reader

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"I'm a little nervous to meet everybody," you whispered to your boyfriend as you zipped up his jeans. You wiped the corner of your mouth, making sure your lips were clean before climbing onto his lap. You'd gone on four dates with him before he very nervously asked you to be his girlfriend, and since then, for the past month, you'd been so happy.

"Don't be nervous, Sweetheart," he replied, leaning closer to kiss your nose as he cradled you between his body and the steering wheel of his truck. "Everyone is going to like you. What's not to like?"

"Bobby," you said, adjusting his crooked glasses on his nose. "They are a tight knit group. If one of them doesn't like me, none of them are going to like me."

"Well, I like you plenty," he promised, and you turned to look out the window at his friend Jake's house where the Memorial Day party was in full swing in the backyard. "And Nat knows I'm wild about you. She told me she's happy you're coming with me."

You kissed him softly and then opened the door and started to climb down with his help. "I can't believe I get to meet the famous Phoenix."

Bob laughed. "She's larger than life. Hang on tight." 

And you did. You laced your fingers through his and let him lead you around the cute little ranch house and into the cozy backyard. Someone was grilling, there was music playing, and you saw a couple of kids blowing bubbles. But before you could take in anything else, there was a woman with dark hair and wide brown eyes in your face. 

"Bob. She's stunning."

Your boyfriend chuckled and pulled you a little closer. "Sweetheart, this is Nat."

"Oh!" you said brightly. "I've been looking forward to meeting you!"

"Holy shit," Nat replied, just shaking her head. "Good job, Bob. I mean, it's nice to meet you," she said, offering her hand and shaking yours. "Bagman is grilling some burgers, and there are drinks in the cooler."

"You want me to get you something to drink?" Bob asked, pecking you on the cheek. 

When you nodded, you watched Nat drag him away as she whispered, "Fucking hell, Floyd. You could have warned us that your new girlfriend looks like that." 

You rolled your eyes. Nobody usually made much of a fuss over you. When you turned to see what the group of kids was up to, you nearly bumped into a tall man sporting a mustache. Like a pornstar from the 80s. You almost laughed as he said, "Hey, I know we didn't come here together, but how'd you like to leave with me?"

"Excuse me?" you asked, bursting out laughing. "Did you really just say that?"

He shrugged at you, looking very smug. "My name's Bradley. We haven't met before. I'd definitely remember you."

You told him your name, and you were about to add that you came here with Bob, but then your boyfriend strolled back over with two cans of beer. He handed you one and kissed your cheek again.

"Oh, Rooster, this is my girlfriend," Bob said, and you watched Bradley's jaw drop as he looked at you, his eyes dipping down below your neck to the top of your dress as he blushed. 

"Sorry," he muttered, and he fist bumped a confused looking Bob as he walked away. 

"What was that all about?" your boyfriend asked. 

"Nothing," you replied with a smile as you sipped your drink. "Can we get some food? I'm starving, and I need to put something in my mouth right now."

"Really?" Bobby asked, cheeks flushing as he ran his fingers along the back of your hand. "You didn't get your fill in the truck?"

"Bobby!" you gasped, always a little surprised when he said something dirty to you. He was such a gentleman... usually. "I got my fill of you in the truck, but I need to make sure I have energy for later." You winked, and he was practically tripping over himself as he followed you across the patio toward the grill.

And that was where you met Jake. "Hey, pretty lady," he drawled. His accent was southern and cute, but nothing like Bob's, which you'd already gotten used to hearing whispering the sweetest things while he made love to you. 

"Hi," you said carefully as he studied your face. You were already feeling like maybe you didn't get off to the best start here, and the look he was giving you felt like a confirmation. 

"Damn it, Bob," he groaned, turning to look at your boyfriend. "Well done." Then he handed you a burger and told you to help yourself to some potato salad and snacks on the picnic table. 

"I don't think they like me," you told Bob as you dumped some pretzels onto your plate and sighed. 

"They do!" he insisted. "Just give them a chance."

"I'm trying," you promised before you bit into your burger. And thankfully Phoenix came back over and started chatting with you which made you feel a lot better. She asked you about work and told you how good Bob was at his job.

"He always makes sure he keeps everyone safe," she said, looking at Bob with appreciation in her eyes. "He's a great team player."

You smiled at her as Bob blushed. "He told me I could come visit him on base someday," you said as you wrapped your arms around him. "I'd love to see your Super Hornet."

"Bob, you'll have to let her check out your cockpit one day," Nat said with a chuckle. "Maybe she's not familiar with that yet."

"Oh, I'm very familiar with that," you whispered, just for Bob, and his cheeks turned a deeper pink still. 

"Sweetheart," he muttered, and you promised him you'd behave. 

Then someone was reaching for your hand and pulling you away from him. "You're Bob's?" he asked. And before you even answered, he said, "I'm Fanboy. I mean Mickey. Come play horseshoes with me. I'm terrible and nobody else will be my partner."

You waved goodbye to Bob and Phoenix while you laughed and joined the game. "If you're terrible, what makes you think I'd want to be your partner?" you asked as he finally let go of your hand. 

"I'm sure you don't, but I didn't give you a choice. That's Payback and Coyote," Mickey told you, and two more men waved at you. "We're playing against them." 

"Damn," they said in unison before the taller one added, "You're Bob's new girlfriend?"

"Yeah," you said, waving awkwardly. "It's nice to meet you."

"Are you sure you didn't get lost or something?" Jake asked you when he strolled over. "Really? Bob?"

You looked at all the guys and then over to Bob on the patio. "What do you mean?" you asked Jake.

"Don't listen to them," Mickey said loudly, cutting him off and handing you a horseshoe. "They're just jealous."

"Jealous?" you asked, starting to feel sick. They didn't like you. For some reason, you'd done something wrong. You tossed the horseshoe, but it was a terrible throw, and now you were embarrassed. "Can I ask what I did wrong? Because Bobby is so sweet, and I really wanted to make a good impression on his friends."

Mickey's eyes went wide. "You didn't do anything wrong!"

And that's when you heard Payback tell Coyote and Jake, "It's like beauty and the geek. I don't understand how it happend."

"Are they talking about me?" you asked Mickey, and he parted his lips like he was going to say something to you, but he turned to them instead.

"Guys, knock it off."

"I don't understand," you whispered, and finally Mickey showed you some sympathy.

"They all think you're hot. And they can't believe you're dating Bob."

You felt warmth flood your cheeks, and the other horseshoe almost slipped from your fingers. "Oh."

"Seriously, just ignore them," Mickey said, shooting the others a nasty look. "I like you. Everyone likes you. Let's play horseshoes."

So you played for a little bit as his words started to sink in. It just didn't make any sense. Bob was every bit as handsome as the rest of them. And he was sweet. Even sweeter than Mickey, who was currently trying to include you in the conversation. And Bob was so funny; last night he had you laughing so hard you had hiccups. 

Not to mention, Bob gave you the best sex of your life. Sure, you hadn't been intimate with him for more than a few weeks, but he was very attentive. He gave you everything you asked for. 

"Hey, Sweetheart," he said and you turned to see him strolling up to you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you wanted to kiss him until his glasses steamed up. 

"Bobby," you whispered, handing the horseshoes to Bradley so you could give him a proper hug. 

"You having fun?" he asked, rubbing his hands in soothing circles on your back. 

"Yes. Mickey and Phoenix are really nice. And the rest of them... I think they must grow on you over time?"

Bob started laughing and said, "You're not wrong."

"Hey, Four-Eyes, you and your girl want dessert?" Bradley asked, tossing one of the horseshoes up in the air and catching it.

"Um, y-yes," Bob said, clearly flustered now. 

"Four-Eyes?" you asked, scoffing at him. Were they making you feel a little awkward because they thought Bob was nerdy? "Wait, are you making fun of Bobby?"

At least Bradley had the decency to look a little embarrassed as you glared at him. "Yeah," he answered quietly.

"You think he's a nerd?" you asked the other guys, gesturing at Bob. 

Bradley shrugged. "Yeah, kinda." Jake, Coyote and Payback all looked like they wanted to agree.

You looked up at your boyfriend, and you could tell he was still embarrassed. He could barely meet your eyes as you pressed your palm against his chest. Then you could feel a smile creep across your face as you made sure you were loud enough for everyone to hear. "I think he's a stud." Then you kissed him hard in front of everyone, and sure his glasses were crooked when you were done, but you liked that about him.

"You do?" Bob asked softly. "A stud?"

You nodded up at him as you fixed his glasses. "You wanna leave, Bobby? I keep thinking about sucking your cock in the truck like I did earlier. I'm dying to feel your big dick down my throat again."

Jake let out a little strangled noise, and Bradley dropped a horseshoe on his own foot. Now the other guys were gaping at Bob, and they seemed to stand a little taller in his presence, suddenly impressed. 

Bob licked his lips and stared at you, completely entranced as you kissed his cheek. "Yeah. You know what, I think we should head out," he managed, his voice a little hoarse as he tightened his grip on you. 

"You're leaving?" Nat asked, walking over with a slice of cake. 

"Apparently Bob isn't as innocent as we thought," Hangman drawled, looking at your boyfriend with new appreciation. 

"It was nice to meet everyone," you told them, lacing your fingers through Bob's. "I'm going to go take care of Bobby. But maybe next time we can stay for dessert?"

"Make Bob bring you to the Hard Deck on Friday!" Nat called after you as you led him away. "I need more estrogen in my life!"

"Will you take me to the Hard Deck on Friday?" you asked him sweetly. 

"I'll take you anywhere you want, Sweetheart," he replied, still looking at you like he couldn't believe you were his.

You turned to wave and said, "See you on Friday!"

And then Bob pulled you close as he led you back toward his truck. "You didn't have to say all that stuff in front of them and call me a...stud. I'm used to them picking on me a little bit for being nerdy and having glasses and everything. I mean, I know it's true, Sweetheart."

You just laughed and shook your head at him. "Come here, stud." You pushed him up against the side of his truck and kissed him, slipping your tongue between his lips and tasting him. You rubbed yourself gently against the front of him and whispered, "Do I look like I deserve anything less than the sexiest, sweetest boyfriend?"

He swallowed hard and grunted, "No."

"That's what I thought. Now get in the truck, Bobby. I have something I want to show you."

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[ddejavvu]

Riding rooster and like you’re lost in pleasure cause ofc he’s proving his callsign true and it’s like you guys are using the pullout method so he’s like getting prepared to switch positions soon so he can slip out and then bam you squeeze him just right and he’s a goner.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You've always complained when Bradley came home sweaty from a run, but it doesn't seem as bad now that your face is shoved in it. Your nose prods into his neck and your open mouth pants against his collarbone, tongue darting out to suckle a patch of his sweat-soaked skin when you remember to do something other than just drool.

Rooster's big. Really, really big, if you had to assign him a pornstar screen name, it would be the same as his callsign. Not much of your brainpower can be committed to any rational thought, not when you're using the last of it to lap at his neck and raise and lower your hips over his own. He's backed up against the headboard of your bed, in the same position that you'd found him in when you'd gotten home. You'd practically jumped him, and it's why you're riding him now; you never even bothered to change positions.

Bradley feels his dick twitch as your cunt sinks over it once more, wet warmth enveloping the most sensitive part of him. It feels like you're sucking him in, like your pussy is so greedy for his sex that it's trying to swallow him. He lets out a guttural groan, hands tightening over your hips as you pump them up and down on his dick.

"Babe," He groans, tapping your hips, "Oh, fuck- Babe, let's move, m'kay? Let's-" Bradley feels you tense at his warning, and your cunt follows suit. You clench around him, trapping his cock between your thighs like a vice, and the coil below his belly bursts with no warning.

"Oh- shit!' Bradley grunts, head thunking against the headboard behind him as you suck hard at a patch of skin on his neck. He can't stop himself from cumming inside of you, and for once, it's his thighs that are trembling, not yours. The feeling of his cum spurting inside of you only eggs on your own orgasm, and you're chasing it fervently, quickening your pace and only making things more pleasurable for Bradley as you milk him dry.

"Fuck," He pants, when your hips begin to slow, and you slowly melt over him in a heap of sweaty exhaustion, "Babe, I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cum in you. I- I'm clean, I swear, but we should-"

You reach up, gripping his jaw tight in your hand and yanking his face down so that his chin touches his chest. Your head is resting an inch from it and you close the gap, leading with your tongue as you kiss the living daylights out of him.

You pant and groan into the kiss, feral sounds that, if he hadn't just cum inside of you, would finish him off. When you finally part, tongue having swept over his own until his vision went dark, there's a string of drool that connects the two of you.

"I don't care," You pant, hips grinding slowly down onto Bradley's own, "I- I'll get a plan B or something, just- do it again, please."

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[swiftsgirlfriend]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

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ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: bradley bradshaw x reader, no use of y/n mentions of alcohol, swearing, allusions to sex, mentions of porn/pornstars, fluff, 18+ only, mdni

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You sigh and roll your eyes as yet another cheesy fake 70s party song comes on. (a.n: yk the songs that arent from the 70s but sound sort of disco-esque so they’re on every 70s party playlist ever. those)

This was certainly not what you were expecting when you decided to go to The Hard Deck’s “70’s themed night” although you scold yourself for not knowing better. 70’s themed nights are never what you hope they’ll be.

You look around at everyone happily dancing, clad in their god-awful hippie and disco costumes and wish you were back home. At least then you could listen to some good music. But you’d already had a couple drinks, and were warm in your barstool so decided to stick it out for a bit longer.

You felt so out of place in your outfit (an actual vintage 70’s outfit) and the music was almost literally making your ears bleed. One more drink you tell yourself. Then you can call a cab to go home.

You swivel your barstool around and ask Penny for another drink.

“Hey, Penny, next time you have a decade-themed night, please let me be in charge of the music.” you tell her, only half-jokingly as she begins making your drink.

“Terrible isn’t it.” a voice says, startling you.

You turn your barstool around to see a tall, handsome man, standing behind you.

“The music I mean.” he continues “Most of it isn’t even from the 70’s.”

As you listen to him, you notice what he’s wearing. He may be the only other person who isn’t wearing a silly costume and is actually dressed like he was from the 70’s. You also notice his thick moustache, which makes you laugh a little. He really could be from the 70’s with that thing.

“I know right.” you answer. “Honestly it’s like no-one appreciates the art that is true 70’s disco.”

He smiles and chuckles, and it makes you smile too. It also makes your tummy flutter. You turn around to get your drink to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing your rosy cheeks.

“So what are you supposed to be? A… groupie for Led Zeppelin?” he asks teasingly.

You turn back around and say:

“What are you supposed to be? A pornstar from the 70’s?” you say, smirking.

That makes him laugh even louder which, consequently, makes the butterflies in your tummy flutter even harder.

“Exactly.” he replies, playing along. “The best in the business.”

“Oh really?”

“Really. I mean, are you surprised? Who wouldn’t want to see all this.” he says while gesturing up and down his body.

“Oh no, I get it” you start, standing up finally. “That moustache just really… does something to me.” you say flirtatiously, not really lying. You wouldn’t mind feeling that moustache in… places.

He smirks.

“Hey well, maybe you could be my co-star then.”

“Bold thing to say when you haven’t even told me your name yet.” you reply.

“Bradley.”

“Nice to meet you Bradley.”

“So what’s your name, baby?” he asks back.

Oh fuck. The word baby coming from his mouth made you weak behind the knees.

You tell him your name almost stuttering as you do so and he smiles his pretty smile.

“How come I’ve never seen you here before?”

“I’ve only been here a few times.” you answer honestly. “I’m sort of, new to Miramir.”

“Well, I’ll bet you’re glad you moved here. Now you can say you’ve met the best pornstar on the West Coast.”

You giggle. He likes that sound. He could get used to hearing it.

“Oh I’m extremely glad… what’s your name?”

“Forget already?” he asks, sort of disappointed.

“No I mean your pornstar name. You gotta have one.”

“Rooster.” he answers quickly.

“I feel like you’re trying to tell me something here.” you say, eyeing him suspiciously.

“No.” he laughs, “No, it’s my callsign.”

“Ohh, I see. You’re a flyboy.”

“Precisely.”

You’re honestly not surprised. Half the population of Miramir (aka Fightertown) is aviators. Plus, you could imagine him being in the Navy. Tall, broad, most likely muscular judging by the way his arms bulge out of his button up.

A silence falls between you for a moment, before Bradley speaks again.

“What do you say, me and you have a little boogie. Show them how it’s done.” he says, nodding his head in the direction of the people currently on the dance floor.

“You know, I really would, but this music is like, impossible, to dance to.” you say.

You cannot dance. And this man is basically perfection. There is no way you’re embarrassing yourself like that.

“Right, yeah fair enough. But just to be clear, if there was good music, you’d dance with me?”

“Of course I would.”

“Okay… you know what, I’ll be back in a second.” he says before hurriedly walking off.

Fuck. You think. He wanted to dance with you and you turned him down. Are you actually stupid. He’s probably not coming back.

You take a long sip of your drink, finishing it off, and just about ready to call a cab, when all of a sudden you hear the start of a familiar song.

You smile as the intricate and funky guitar solo of Get Down Tonight by KC & The Sunshine Band plays.

Then Bradley is in front of you again.

“Wanna dance?” he says, feigning nonchalance, and holding his hand out.

“Fine. But only because I really like this song.”

You take his hand and he brings you ro the dance-floor.

“Just a fair warning though, I can’t dance. Like at all.” you tell him.

“Sure you can baby. Everyone can dance. Did you not watch Dirty Dancing.”

That makes you laugh, and he swears he feels his heart melt a little.

“Just follow my lead. I’ll teach you.” he tells you reassuringly.

At first, you’re hesitant to let yourself relax, but the longer the song goes on, the longer he’s looking at you with his puppy-dog eyes, the more difficult it becomes to stay tense. After a minute or two, you’re lost in the song and the feeling of his hands on your hips goes straight to your head, making you feel more tipsy than you are.

When the song finally ends, you’re hot and sweaty but also extremely giggly and honestly impressed with your and Bradley’s dancing.

He takes you back to the bar, both of you laughing.

“Baby, I thought you said you couldn’t dance! You were amazing!” Bradley tells you.

“It was all you!” you tell him.

“Nah. You’re a stellar dancer, babe.”

“Maybe it was the song. Brings out the best dance moves in us.”

“I knew you’d like it. Honestly thank god you did because I paid that DJ $10 to put it on.”

“You paid him? Why?”

“Well, he told me he couldn’t change the setlist but I wanted to dance with you.”

“Bradley you didn’t have to-”

“Give me your number.” he interrupts.

“What?”

“You know, as a thanks. Since I taught you how to dance and all.” he responds, almost shyly.

He gives you those puppy-dog eyes again, and well, how could you say no?

“Okay.”

He smiles his gorgeous smile for the millionth time that night, and you have a feeling, a nice warm feeling and you’re sure you’ll be seeing that smile a lot from now on.

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[bradshawssugarbaby]

Same Time Tomorrow? - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: Bradley comes home after training, only to find that you're both in need of a shower.

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw and his pornstar mustache x reader.

warnings/content: shower sex, cursing, oral (both m + f receiving), p in v, I think that's it but literally it's just plotless sex with rooster ok? you've been warned

word count: 1.8k

minors dni below the cut

You yawned as rays of sunlight hit your face as you woke, warmth radiating from your window. You kicked your covers off of your body as you stretched before sitting up in bed. You flicked the tv on, flipping through channels to find something to watch. As you settled on the local news, you turned to your side, a note laying on your boyfriend’s pillow.

“Hey beautiful, had to go for an early team meeting, be back later, love you - B”

You sighed as you tossed the note onto the bed, running your fingers through your long hair. 

Bradley was getting called into early meetings constantly it seemed now, and while you appreciated the fact that he didn’t like to wake you so early, you missed getting to wake up next to him.

You stepped into your slippers as you got out of bed, walking down the hallway of your empty apartment to the kitchen. You made yourself a fresh coffee before heading back to your room. You made yourself comfy on the bed as you sipped on your drink, half-heartedly following this morning’s news.

An hour later, you heard the door opening and the sound of metal hitting porcelain as Bradley tossed his car keys into the dish in the kitchen.

“Babe? I’m home!” he called.

You set your cup down and turned the tv off before greeting him at the door, smiling softly as you saw him. His sunkissed brown waves were messily combed back, his hazel eyes lighting up as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you in for a hug.

“Now,” he started, “we have the day entirely to ourselves, so what would you like to do?”, his smile was warm as he looked down at you, a hand brushing your hair back off your forehead as he spoke.

“I don’t mind,” you hummed, nuzzling into his chest.

“Babe, we can do anything you want,” he laughed softly, “there’s nothing you wanted to do?”

“I just want you,” you replied, shaking your head before placing a soft, sensual kiss to his lips.

“That can be arranged,” Bradley nodded his head once before lifting you up into his strong arms.

He headed towards the bathroom, placing a soft line of kisses to the side of your face as he carried you down the short hallway.

“What are you doing?” you laughed softly, surprised at his destination of choice.

“Well, I need a shower, I figured you’d probably want one too,” he grinned.

He set you down on the ground and as you turned to face him, you found Bradley pushing your body against the bathroom wall. His lips crashed into yours, his kiss assertive, yet passionate as he gripped onto you. He pulled your hips in towards his, just enough for you to feel his pants tightening against your leg.

Bradley traced his tongue along your lower lip, teasing you as you parted them slightly for him to enter. He finally pushed his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with yours, his hands firmly holding your body against his.

You ran your hands down his dress shirt, resting them on the waistband of his pants. He pulled away slightly, his hands tugging at your soft, lavender coloured tank. He quickly pulled it off over your head before throwing it to the floor behind him.

His hands ran up and down the sides of your body, admiring your curves. He ran the soft palms of his hands over your breasts, giving them a light squeeze as he pressed his lips to yours again.

His tongue swirled around yours as he continued caressing your body, each time dragging his hand just a little bit closer to where you wanted him.

“Bradley,” you whined softly as his teeth nipped at the soft, sensitive skin on your neck.

He smirked at you, slipping his hand down the front of your sleep shorts as he kissed at your neck. You practically squealed in delight when he touched you, your body practically aching for him.

The tips of his fingers traced slow, soft circles around your clit, a low groan escaping from your lips as he began to nip at your collarbone. You tangled your fingers in his soft, red hair, tugging gently as he gently pushed two fingers into your core.

Bradley curled his fingers towards your centre, your breath catching in your throat as he pumped his hand. His thumb continued to massage your nub in gentle circles, with just enough pressure to make you want to scream his name.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby” he hissed into your ear.

You nodded quickly, opening your mouth to speak. Before any words could formulate, a loud moan cut you off.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked as he pulled his fingers out.

You whined loudly, the ache once again returning as he turned away from you. He turned the taps of the shower on, getting the water running at just the right temperature before turning his attention back to you.

“Sit down for me, beautiful.”

His voice was low as he spoke. You obliged, sitting on the edge of the tub as Bradley took a spot between your legs, the water running behind you, just barely misting your hair.

He dragged your shorts off of your legs at an almost painfully slow pace, before disposing of them on the floor. Quickly, he undid the buttons of his uniform shirt, throwing it in a heap on the floor beside your pajamas. Without hesitation, he unzipped his pants, kicking them off to the side of the room, taking his boxers off with them.

Your eyes ran over his body, your teeth sinking into the pink flesh of your bottom lip as you took in the sight of Bradley in all his glory. Just looking at him like this was almost enough to make you lose control.

He gently spread your legs apart as he kissed up your thighs. Your skin tingled as his lips touched you, making his way to your centre. He sucked at your spot, his tongue occasionally flicking out at your clit.

You tilted your head back as you moaned out in pleasure, your hair hitting the stream of water that was rushing out from the shower head. Your knuckles whitened as you gripped the porcelain side of the bathtub, steadying yourself as Bradley’s tongue continued to lap at your sensitive skin.

“Bradley, fuck,” you hissed at him.

His hazel eyes darted up to you as he ate you out, watching your face intently. He loved seeing you react as he pleasured you - that alone seemed to be enough to get him off a lot of the time.

Your fingers ran through his thick hair, tugging at his loose waves as you groaned. After a few final, slow licks, he pulled away from you, running his tongue over his lips as he stood up.

“I think I could really go for that shower now,” he smirked.

He offered his hand to help you to your feet, your legs trembling slightly from the pleasure he’d given you. You stepped into the shower together, the warm water soaking your skin as you stood under it. Bradley ran a hand through his wet locks, smoothing them back before looking at you.

“You’re so beautiful, I feel like I don’t tell you enough,” he said as he ran his hands down your sides again.

You grinned at him before dropping to your knees, taking his hardened member in your hand, a throaty moan coming from Bradley as you gently pressed your lips to the tip, your tongue slowly lapping at the juices that were now dripping from his tip.

“Fuck, that’s it, gorgeous,” he growled as you swirled the tip of your tongue along the underside of his cock.

You took his hardened length into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you began to suck at it, your lips moving sloppily along him. Bradley gripped a handful of your hair, tugging gently as he pushed himself further into your mouth. You moved your gaze upwards, batting your eyes at him as you continued to suck him off. He tilted his head to the side before tossing it back, the water from the shower hitting his face as he sighed in pure ecstasy.

“Babe,” he grunted at you before you opted to slowly pull your mouth off of him.

You stood back up, facing him with a mischievous, seductive grin on your face.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growled again.

You placed your lips to his jawline, resting them just below his ear.

“You better,” you said, your voice practically tantalizing to his ears.

You moved in front of him, and Bradley promptly put a hand on your lower back, bending you over. You put your palms flat on the wall of your shower, Bradley kept his hand on your back, steadying himself as he slowly ran the tip of his cock along your slit.

“Bradley, baby, don’t tease me, I need you,” you whined.

You braced yourself against the wall as he pushed himself into you, the warm water rushing over your body, heightening your senses. You could hear him groaning softly as your body tightened around him. You whined again, a wave of pleasure washing over you

“You feel so fucking good, pretty girl,” he hissed at you as he slowly began to thrust his hips into your body.

You felt your knees weaken slightly as Bradley thrusted into you, his pace beginning to pick up as his movements became sharper. You groaned loudly as he pumped himself into you, his hand reaching for your long hair as he pushed his hips forward. He tugged gently on the wet strands that rested in his fingers.

“Fuck, Bradley!” you yelped as you felt him hitting your centre with each thrust.

Your legs began quivering as his body pounded into yours, almost unable to hold yourself any longer. With a loud scream of his name, you felt yourself reaching your release. His thrusts became messier and less coordinated as he began to climax himself, filling you quickly as he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you steady.

Together, you rode out the sensation, his thrusts slowing to a stop as he came down from his high. He groaned softly as he pulled out of you, both of you trying to steady your breathing as you leaned against the wall of the shower, the water washing over the two of you.

“Fuck,” he panted.

You grinned at him as you tried to catch your breath, biting your lip as you watched him run a hand through his hair.

“So, same time next week, Lieutenant?” you smirked.

“Hell, I’d say same time tomorrow,” he grinned back at you before leaning in to kiss you.

#top gun maverick fic #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x you

[strwbrrykss]

𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Happy Spooky Month! Below the cut are the 31 prompts I’ll be using for my very first Kinktober! Thank you to everyone that has requested a character for these prompts to fill out the list, I hope you all enjoy this smutty buffet!!

All works are 1000-2000 words, with little to no plot - just straight up smut [by default these pieces will be f!reader but if there’s any that you want to see as afab! or gn!reader, let me know!]

all kinks + pairings were chosen by me; based entirely off what I felt comfortable writing. If anything from the below list makes you uncomfortable, I strongly advise you not to read it

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As and when each piece is posted, the title on this post will be pink to indicate the link has been added!

ALL CONTENT BELOW THE CUT IS 18+/NSFW. MINORS DNI. BY OPENING THE “READ MORE” YOU AGREE THAT YOU’RE OF AGE

Dry Humping - Eddie Munson

Sometimes you’re both just too tired to get completely down and dirty, but Eddie has a new approach to an old problem

Hide N Seek - Dean Winchester

It started as a stupid game, something to keep you entertained whilst exploring an abandoned mall with Dean. And transpired into much more.

Begging - Benedict Bridgerton

You both knew it was frowned upon to leave a party early, but sometimes, you just want to hear your husband beg for your attention behind closed doors.

Masturbation - JJ Maybank

After a day spent out on the water in your new swimwear, JJ just can’t help himself and takes matters into his own hands... Literally.

Daddy Kink - Kevin Atwater

It came about by pure chance in conversation, what he wanted you to call him, and now you say it almost as much as his real name.

Overstimulation - Bucky Barnes

There is nothing Bucky loves more than to push you over and over to the edge of release... Except for watching you fall apart when he finally lets you finish.

Praise Kink - Anthony Bridgerton

Despite thinking you knew Anthony better than most, there’s still one more thing you’re yet to learn about him and it’s... Surprising results.

Dacryphilia - Robert “BOB” Floyd

Sweet as he may be, Bob loves nothing more than to see your makeup streaked down your face and he has plenty of methods to make it happen.

Mirror Sex - Eddie Munson

Eddie wants to show you just how pretty you really are, especially when he’s rocking your shit for the fifth time that week.

Cockwarming - Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Sometimes, all he needs is to be as physically close to you as possible, and you’re all too willing to help him out.

Facesitting - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

There’s very little you haven’t tried with Bradley, even with your status currently undefined, there’s one thing he can’t stop thinking about.

Lingerie - Matt Casey

At the end of a stressful week for you both, you decide to surprise Matt with some new additions to your wardrobe.

Breeding - Nomad!Steve Rogers

You thought you’d seen the last of him after the fiasco with the Accords. Steve has other plans now that he’s no longer America’s Golden Boy

Threesome - Pornstar!Jay Halstead + Pornstar!Adam Ruzek

After you revealed that you’d always been interested - or at the very least curious - to try a threesome, Jay brings home the perfect solution; a costar.

Food Play - Derek Morgan

Trying to cook a nice meal for yours and Derek’s anniversary doesn’t exactly go as planned... And leaves more of a mess than either of you want to admit.

Car Sex - Adam Ruzek

Adam always looked forward to seeing you on his lunch break, but when you proposition him, he isn’t going to refuse.

Toys - Pornstar!Jay Halstead

Jay confesses he wants to try something new - something that he might be able to add to his - not exhaustive - resume, you’re all too happy to oblige.

Uniform Kink - Jake “Hangman” Seresin

There’s just something about seeing a man in uniform that makes your blood run hot. Jake is no exception to that rule, despite your rocky relationship.

Morning Sex - JJ Maybank

In the Summer following graduation, you and JJ spend your time one of three ways; surfing, smoking and fucking.

Phone Sex - Steve Harrington

A town-wide curfew puts a damper on your date plans with Steve, so you find other ways to spend some quality time together.

Unprotected Sex - Will Halstead

After a lengthy discussion over the course of several weeks, you and Will decide that it’s time to ditch the condoms.

Clothed Sex - Dean Winchester

The last thing you expected whilst Sam was out on a solo hunt was for tensions to break between you and Dean after all the pining, teasing and flirting.

Sensation Play - Connor Rhodes

Candles and ice cubes seemed like mundane things in your relationship with Connor, until he has an interesting suggestion one night.

Quickies - Lip Gallagher

A surprise visit from your boyfriend at work, prompts you to take your lunch break a little sooner.

Pegging - Connor Rhodes

When your “present” for Connor arrives earlier than expected, he’s more than eager to put it to use as soon as possible.

Thigh Riding - Sierra Six

You’re feeling particularly needy and Six knows exactly how you can get your fix and it’s no longer just a quiet night in.

Anywhere But The Bed - S1!Sam Winchester

A long weekend with Sam on a hunt turns out to be just the push you needed for the levee to break and hormones to run rampant.

Semi-Public Sex - Billy Hargrove

Billy just can’t wait to get his hands on you, regardless of the fact that you’re in no suitable place to meet his demands, he’s quick to find a way around it.

Hair Pulling - Dean Winchester

Who knew that just a playful tug on Dean’s hair could change the mood so drastically? You certainly didn’t and you wish you’d done it sooner.

Accidental Stimulation - Roommate!Luke Hemmings

Movie night was a Friday ritual for you and Luke, until one too many chance touches alters the dynamic between the two of you.

Pool Sex - John B Routledge

A sure-fire way to get petty, self-indulgent revenge on your Kook ex-boyfriend? Fuck John B in his pool when he’s not around.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #jake seresin x reader #adam ruzek x reader #billy hargrove x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #john b routledge x reader #jj maybank x reader #matt casey x reader #will halstead x reader #jay halstead x reader #kevin atwater x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #bucky barnes x reader #lip gallagher x reader #luke hemmings x reader #dean winchester x reader #strwbrrykss writes #kinktober 2022 #strwbrrykss

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Creator Spotlight

@roosterbruiser has a masterlist worth killing over. Personally, between Landslide , Silver Springs, and the FUCK Universe, I am OBSESSED right now. Settle in if you like longer series who are full of charm, love, heartbreak, and happiness. 10/10 recommend.

A Little Q & A:

1: What is your favorite thing you've written or made?  My favorite thing that I've written is probably Landslide. It's my Rooster x OC story! It was the first thing I wrote for this fandom and I really feel like it sparked my passion for writing all over again. I have a very soft spot for my OC, Faye! And of course I am endlessly soft for Rooster!

2: Top 3 favorite creators you want people to check out?  Definitely @bradley-roo! Not only is Flo a close friend outside of Tumblr, but she's an amazing writer! She is getting ready to launch her Bradley Bradshaw x OC fanfic called Mirrorball and I am SO excited about it! I would also highly recommend @beyondthesefourwalls. She is writing the most toe-curling, butterfly-inducing story called Remember You Even When I Don't! It's an incredible Rooster x Reader story that's had me hooked since day one! And finally, the incredibly @roosterforme! She's an amazing cheerleader, but also an incredible writer! I have been HOOKED on Old Habits Die Hard! Hook, line, and sinker!

3: An idea you have for a future work that people should look out for?  I am starting to work on a Rooster x Reader story called Voulez-Vous that I'm super excited about! It's a 70s AU where you and Rooster are pornstars. Of course, all the other members of the Dagger Squad make appearances, too! Also Silver Springs, my Jake Seresin x Reader story that is an installment in my Rumours Universe, has a special place in my heart!

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#promote creators #creator spotlight #tgm

[topguncortez]

thoughts on this post;;

it reminded me of this screenshot, I feel like Jake would be both the people in the tweets and he would brag about it as a joke, maybe? lol I can see him also helping his girl, taking pictures for her sometimes and giving her ideas

Bob, on the other hand, would get super insecure and upset if someone ever said that to him after recognizing her in public

As for Roost, I completely agree 😬 they'd probably get into a huge argument, but he could maybe start understanding her side if reader called him out for consuming porn, for example

Hangman 100% has said something like “you pay 60 bucks to jack off to my girl when i get to do it for free” or something along those lines. Again, Hangman is just so cocky and confident i think seeing his woman rake in the fucking dough would just inflate his ego by a thousand

i agree, i think Bob would become more of an introvert than he already is. he’d be so nervous to walk down the street or anywhere that she might be noticed.

Rooster 100% start an argument by saying “and i don’t want a pornstar as a mother to my kids” knowing what we know about rooster i think he’d be so stuck in his ways and not be able to change his mind about being with someone who is a stripper or a onlyfans star

#g mail

[sebsxphia]

personal pornstar rooster bf thots coming in!

he has absolutely played out a sensual cheesy porno. he lights candles all over the house, starts off by drinking wine and eating chocolate covered strawberries with you on the floor by the fireplace. he's wearing a silk button up with alot of buttons undone to show off a gold chain. afterwards he takes you to the bedroom complete with red satin sheets and raunchy music

ugh i want himmmm

no no you don’t understand how much i love this concept, dear anon!!!!!!

because after you teased bradley one too many times about his pornstache, he’s like “okay? you want porn star? i’ll give you porn star”, and surprisingly it turns you on more than you expected than appearing too cheesy.

the over romantic aspect of it is actually quite sweet and you cannot deny bradley looks so fucking good with his un-buttoned shirt and gold chain. the raunchy music gets you more in the mood than you thought. it’s like being in your own porn movie and bradley acts like it too.

thank you so much for this my dear anon!! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #bradley rooster bradshaw

[greenorangevioletgrass]

GUYS!!!

so i have a bunch of things in mind and i need you to help me decide which one to do first:

a haven blurb event with our babie college!bruce (coming next week!)

pornstar!au of bruce x tasm!peter x reader threesome (OUT NOW!)

a rooster x actress!reader fic (in the works!)

Please please please tell me what you think in the replies/reblogs!

#ava rambles #bruce wayne #battinson #bruce wayne x reader #peter parker x reader #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #battinson x reader #HELPPPP

[apfelhalm]

RoosMav - as Rooster realized that all his favorite porn movies featured short older blackhaired men who fucked younger twinks he also realized he would have a problem the next time that he would see his uncle

The porn actor thrusts hard, once, twice, and so does Bradley, right into his lube slicked hand, as he keeps watching the scene on his laptop unfold with the sound turned off.

He looks like uncle Mav.

It's a throwaway thought, something his mind jumps to only for the fraction of a second, but it's enough, pushes him over the edge so hard his hips buck off the bed, and he moans so loud he's afraid someone might hear.

Shit, he thinks, dizzy and numb, and then 'shit', pulling his laptop closer and going back over his search history - they all look like Mav, all the guys he's ever jerked off to, all the guys he'd imagined he could fuck or be fucked by.

"Shit," he says out loud into the silence of his nightly bedroom and thinks of tomorrow when Mav will drive up with his Kawasaki and is tight pants and his fucking pornstar smile, "I'm screwed."

#ask #ask game #tess is kind of writing #vaguely unclear whether he's 18 here or younger #you decide #whichever makes it juicier for you

[roosterbruiser]

𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐙-𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟔.𝟕𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐂𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟔𝐓𝐇, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟖

You know this is supposed to be a punishment.

Really, you know that.

You’re in trouble; you made your mama cry and your daddy won’t look at you and your brother called you a whore. But gliding down the old wood and bobbing between long-haired boys that let their eyes fall to your chest, with the warm wind billowing through your hair and the sun kissing your cheeks, you don’t feel like this is punishment at all. 

Your cousin Jenny let you borrow her bikini, a flimsy crochet thing the color of a nectarine, and your Aunt Lydia let you borrow her old roller skates so you and Jenny could roller skate down the Venice Boardwalk. Jenny painted your nails cherry-red this morning and did your hair real nice. She’s a whiny sixteen-year-old, one that doesn't have any sisters or friends, and you’re supposed to be keeping an eye on her since you’re her older cousin. 

“Wait up!” Jenny calls to you as you glide down the boardwalk with a grin. “Stop going so fast! Not fair!” 

Glancing at her over your shoulder, you stick your tongue out at her. She’s fumbling around the wood, her limbs strewn about like a newborn animal.  

“Mellow out, Jenny!” You call to her, laughing. “I’ll catch you on the flip-side!”

She whines, a pitiful and whiny noise, when you continue without her. 

The sun is sitting high up in the turquoise sky. The air is thick with salt and patchouli and you don’t feel like you’re just the visiting cousin from the chicken farm. You don’t feel like this punishment--being sent away from Nebraska all the way to California to spend Christmas with your dad’s sister--is an adequate one. This has been the best Christmas of your life, really. 

Chest heaving, you hoist yourself up on the ipe wood railing to catch your breath and give Jenny a chance at keeping up with you. You kick your legs, your feet heavy from the striped skates on your feet. 

All the sounds around you are overwhelming: the waves crashing against the sand, the reggae music floating from the buskers just down the way, the hollow sound of footfalls and wheels on old wood, all the chatter of the thousands of people bustling around you in their Daisy Dukes and halter tops and and sweatbands. It’s overwhelming because you're not just suddenly being around so many people and under the hot sun instead of knee-deep in the snow, but all the life. Life is just buzzing around you, happening all at once. And it isn't chickens with their heads cut off, either--it's real life, actual people.

Your face is tilted towards the sun and your throat is growing warmer and warmer with joy. 

The longer you’re here, the more you feel like this is the place you’re supposed to be.

Dennis Goldman had spotted you from a mile away--he always claims that he can practically smell stardom on people--and watched you from a distance as you left the whiny girl you were skating with behind, bobbing and weaving around cyclists and swimmers with your breasts bouncing in that flimsy bikini top. Dennis knows a good pair of tits when he sees them--and boy, did he see them on you. 

You’re perfect. Your hair is done up nice, not too tight and not too loose--that is to say you don't look too much like a hippie or a square. And the face your hair is framing is a good one, Hell, even a great one. There is a sprig of freckles on your hairline, dark things kissed into your flesh. Dennis knows that freckles like that aren't earned sunbathing or skating down the boardwalk. No, no--they're earned out in the pasture with sweat dripping down the delicate column of your throat.

There is a ruggedness about your beauty--one accentuated by that too-big grin and those wide eyes and long lashes. He can't see any tan lines on your shoulders, which Dennis decides is further proof that you are not native to California. Your legs go on for a mile, sculpted and marked with bruises from manual labor. Your chest, covered just by that skimpy bit of yarn, gleams beneath the sun.

When he watches you heave yourself up on the railing, kicking your feet and looking up at the sky, he decides to go in for the kill.

Dennis is a short man, shorter than you by about an inch and a half, but his personality fills all that empty space above his bald head. When he saunters up to you, a fat cigar between his pink lips, you are watching an airplane cut the sky with your head tilted back, your jaw flexed.    

“Cigarette?” Dennis asks you, pulling your eyes away from the sky and onto his broad forehead. 

He’s smiling up at you, plumes of thick smoke tickling your nostrils as he offers you a thin cigarette from a heavy-looking gold case. It looks expensive--so do his thick-framed, tinted glasses. 

“No thanks,” you smile politely, shielding your eyes from the sun above. “Don’t you smoke cigars?” 

Dennis chews on his stogie and grins--his teeth are whiter than the sand just behind you, whiter than the clouds drifting across the sky. He stuffs the gold cigarette case back into the pocket of his corduroy jacket and smiles. 

“I’m a gentleman,” he tells you, winking. And so far, he isn’t giving you any reason to believe that he isn’t a gentleman. Not that you mind rude men, anyway. “I always keep cigarettes on me for the ladies.” 

At that, you perk up. A lady. He fashions you a lady. 

“Bitchin’,” you grin, running your hand through your hair.

Dennis glances around the crowd, clocking all the thick-mustached men ogling at your tits and the way it makes you straighten your spine. Dennis knows, right away, that you’re the kind of girl that likes to be looked at. And he likes girls that like to be looked at. 

“Are you here by yourself?” He asks. 

You shake your head. 

“My kid cousin’s around here somewhere. Lost her in the crowd.”

He saw you leave her behind, sticking your tongue out at her like a brat. But he just nods, taking a long drag of his cigar. 

“Aren’t you cold?” He asks. 

It’s curious--you’re one of the only people on the Venice Boardwalk wearing a bikini top. You’re surprised that more people aren’t wearing them, the salt air a balmy seventy-three degrees. It doesn’t matter that it is just a day after Christmas--this feels like summer to you. 

“I’m hot-blooded,” you tell Dennis, kicking your legs softly. 

He glances down at your scuffed skates and lets his eyes drag all the way up the length of your legs as you watch with a bated breath. 

“You look it, babydoll,” Dennis tells you, puffing on his cigar. “I’m Dennis Goldman.” 

He puts his beefy hand in the air between you and you shake it with ease, biting down on your lower lip as your cheeks grow warm. 

“How’s it going, pops?” You ask. 

He laughs, squeezing your hand and bringing it to his lips to press a wet kiss to your knuckles. You’re still flushed, your eyebrows pulled together.

“Decent,” Dennis answers, stubbing his cigar on the railing beside you and flicking the butt into the sand below. “What’s your name, kid?”

“My name is Dennis, too,” you say with a grin. 

“Is that right?” Dennis asks, biting a smile. 

“No,” you answer, sighing. “Just haven’t decided on a fake name yet. Gonna use Dennis as a placeholder for now. You dig?” 

Dennis nods, laughing. 

“I can dig it, I can dig it. How old are you, anyway, babydoll?”

You hum. 

“Turned twenty-one in November,” you tell him.

“Is November just a placeholder, too?” 

Then you laugh, shaking your head. 

“Nope,” you answer. “It’s the real deal.” 

Dennis eyes you up and down again, making sure you’re watching his drifting gaze. Then he points at you, eyes narrowed in concentration through his purple-tinted glasses. 

“I bet you’re a Scorpio,” he says, cocking a brow. 

You shake your head, blowing a raspberry and giving him a thumbs down. 

“Ah,” he says, nodding. “A Sagatarius, then, huh?” 

“Told you I’m hot-blooded,” you tell him.  

“Where you from?” Dennis asks. 

You size him for a minute, chewing on your bottom lip. 

“Guess,” you say. 

Dennis likes you already--you like to play games. 

“East or west?” 

“Everything’s east of California,” you tell him. 

 Dennis is imagining how well you would do in front of a camera. You would keen from the attention of a man--teasing and laughing, down for anything. He can tell you’re open just from the way you’re chiding him already. 

“Somewhere cold,” Dennis starts and you nod. He sucks in a breath, raking a hand through the few wispy hairs gelled to his head. “Somewhere with lots of land.” You nod again. He narrows his eyes at you. “You a farm girl, babydoll?” 

“Chicken farm,” you tell him. He doesn’t miss the sneer. 

“Kansas,” he guesses. You shake your head. “Arkansas.” You shake your head again. “Nebraska.” 

“Ding, ding, ding! You win!” You call to him, laughing. 

He smirks. 

“What do I win, then?” 

Your lips tingle. Heat is pooling between your legs, like it always does whenever the prospect of sex wanders into any of your conversations. Dennis isn’t cute--not by your standards--but he has thick fingers, thick like ten fat stogies attached to his hands. And you don’t care much about what men look like--just what they taste like, feel like. You're more concerned about what men can do for you.

“I’ll suck your cock,” you tell him, holding his gaze. 

Dennis isn’t shocked--doesn’t blink in surprise or stumble back. He tuts, nods, and then moves to check the fat watch on his hairy wrist.

You’ve said--and done this--plenty of times. But the farmers' sons and grocery store workers and bankers back home usually blush and stutter a little bit before they submit to your seduction. The fact that Dennis isn’t shocked makes a warmth settle deep in your belly. You fucking love California.   

“Tell you what,” Dennis says, leaning against the railing. “I’ve got a meeting with a client at a quarter ‘til. What do you say you tag along, babydoll?” 

Your mouth waters.

“So, you don’t want me to suck your cock?” You ask, not wounded but close to it. 

He watches you deflate a bit. 

“Of course I do, babydoll. I’m just a man after all,” Dennis says. “But I’m not the moneymaker here. My client is. And I think your services could be put to best use on him.”

“I’m not a hooker,” you tell him, crossing your arms. 

He shakes his head, holding his hands up in defense. 

“Trust me, I know that. I can smell a hooker from a mile away,” Dennis says, grinning. He thinks very highly of his sense of smell. “You’re just a girl that likes to have fun, right?” 

“Yeah,” you say, relieved that someone understands you finally. “I do like to have fun.”

And because you like to have fun, you're not allowed back on the family farm. But you don't say that. 

“You ever been to the disco?” He asks you. 

Slowly, you shake your head. 

“No discos in Nebraska,” you answer. 

“There’s plenty of discos here. I’ll show you around some of them if you stick with me.”  

Your mama used to tell you that you had no better judgment. She used to say that you didn’t think about the after or the before and only worried about the during. She hated that you went through life head first, couldn’t stand watching you briskly float through time. As much as you didn’t think about the consequences of your choices, they never seemed to touch you anyway. 

So--what’s the worst that could happen?

Casually, you look out over the crowd. You can’t see Jenny anywhere. You’re supposed to be keeping an eye on her, you know, but she lives in California. She’ll figure it out. You don’t really care if it pisses off your aunt.  

That heat is growing between your legs--the one that can only be sequestered by cock.

“What kinda car you got?” 

Dennis lets his glasses fall down his nose as he leans in close to you, beaming. 

“‘78 DeVille.”

“White?” You ask, leaning closer to him. 

He can smell the sunscreen on your skin and the cheap body spray on your throat. 

“Powder blue.” 

You bite down hard on your lip.

“Lead the way, pops.” 

 Rooster’s already waiting in Dennis’ office. It’s too fucking hot in here and Rooster is just about burning up in his maroon turtleneck and bell-bottoms, chewing on the butt of a cigar as he impatiently taps his fingers on the arm of the leather couch he’s fairly certain that he’s stuck to. 

Dennis is running late. He’s always fucking running late. Rooster’s already almost finished with his cigar and Dennis is showing no signs of showing up. He digs the toe of his leather loafer into the ruby-colored shag carpet, wishing that Dennis would invest in some fucking air conditioning in this place.

“Fuckin’ Dennis, man,” Rooster sighs, a plume of smoke descending in the low light of the room and seeping into all the walnut wooded furniture. “Phony.”

This was a rare day off for Rooster--until he got called in for a meeting with Dennis at the office of Goldman Homevideos. Dennis hadn’t said much on the phone, just that he wanted to talk with Rooster about some fine print on his contract. Rooster would much rather be back at his house in the hills, laying out in his pool, eating caviar, and listening to the radio now that they’re not just playing Christmas music anymore.    

When the doorknob turns behind him, just as Rooster leans back into the couch and combs a hand through his curls, he sighs loudly and stubs out his cigar on the crystal ashtray beside him.

“Christ, Dennis,” Rooster calls out, checking his watch. “Take your fuckin’ time, why don’t you?” 

Dennis clears his throat. 

Rooster finally turns around, his brows blanched, and then he sees you. You’re standing beside Dennis, smiling softly, your hair kissed by the wind and your cheeks pinched by the sun. You’re in a flimsy bikini top and tiny pair of shorts, a pair of old roller skates slung over your shoulder and leaving your feet bare on the carpet. 

“Is that any way to greet a lady?” Dennis asks, crossing his arms with a small smile.

“Didn’t know there was a lady,” Rooster says apologetically, standing up and holding his hips. “Sorry about that, kid.” 

You shrug, grinning. 

“Am I a kid or a lady?” You ask Rooster. 

That’s the first time you see him smile--his lips pink and curved around white teeth, his mustache tickling his nose. He laughs, too, a short and dry thing as Dennis pats your shoulder and gestures to you. 

“She’s got a quick wit, this one,” Dennis says. You keen at his praise, burrowing your toes in the soft carpet. “Rooster, we’ll go over your contract another time. Why don’t you show our guest to her seat?” 

Rooster knows what’s going to happen. He’s done this plenty of times. Dennis will bring him in when there’s any newcomer that he wants to try out, essentially using Rooster as a human dildo to feel out if they’ve got that star quality Dennis is so sure he can sniff out. Rooster already knows that he’s going to fuck you. 

“You can sit on the sofa,” Rooster smiles softly, nodding towards the leather. “Next to me.” 

You don’t feel out of your element somehow--you didn’t in the car on your way over here despite it being the nicest vehicle you’ve ever touched, you didn’t walking into the little bungalow-style office with Dennis, and you still don’t now as you sit on the couch beside Rooster. Just being here, in this low-lit room that smells like cashmere and leather, you have that feeling in your gut that this is just somewhere you’re supposed to be.  

From what you’ve gathered, this is about sex. You aren’t entirely sure what it is about sex, but it’s something that piques your interest. You’re already wet--and you have been since you mentioned sucking Dennis’ cock--and your fingers are beginning to tremble in anticipation.

Rooster sinks into the couch beside you--he smells like vetiver and tobacco, the scent thick on his tan skin. He smooths his mustache out and sits with his legs spread; it makes your mouth water. 

“What’s your name?” Rooster asks, glancing at you. 

Dennis smirks, settling into the chair behind his desk. 

“She won’t give it up that easily,” Dennis says for you, winking. 

“Just call me kid,” you say, shrugging. “Or lady. Whichever you think fits me best.” 

Rooster nods, chuckling. 

“I can dig it,” he says. “Where you from?” 

You shrug, crossing your legs and sighing.

“Around,” you answer.

Rooster laughs. 

“I think I’ve been there before,” Rooster teases. 

Now you’re the one laughing--it’s a good sound, one that is as sweet as the lips that are parting for it to fill the office they’re sitting in. 

“She’s a farm-girl,” Dennis answers for you. “Rooster here specializes in farm-girls.” 

You raise an eyebrow at Rooster, who rolls his eyes and adjusts on the sofa.

“What’s the skinny on that?” 

Rooster’s growing hot in here again. He isn’t necessarily proud of a lot of his earlier work--and he considers the first ten years of his career to be early--and grows uncomfortable when people bring up Cockwalk; all five volumes. 

“You ever seen Cockwalk, babydoll?” 

You’ve never watched a pornographic video in your life. 

“She’s a farm-girl,” Rooster reminds Dennis, glancing at you. “Bet you haven’t seen anything more than a Playboy, huh, kid?” 

You nod--besides all the sex you’ve experienced up close, you aren’t very knowledgeable about erotica.  

“Well, Cockwalk is what really shot Rooster off--and what gave him the name Rooster. Top-grossing porn film of 1975--and 1976. We’ll show it to you sometime.”    

Dennis lights up another cigar, letting his elbow rest on the desk. 

“Babydoll here,” Dennis says, gesturing to you. “She offered to suck my cock earlier on the Venice Boardwalk. Didn’t you?” He takes a long drag and then smiles as you nod, leaning back into the sofa and crossing your legs. “I was flattered, of course. Especially since I could smell the talent on her from a mile away.”

Rooster wants to roll his eyes. He flatters all the newcomers like this--drifters, hippies, punks. He calls Rooster in to fuck them, smokes a couple cigars and unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt, and then decides whether or not they’re good enough to bring on board.  

You’re hot--blood spreading across your chest and belly. That heat is pooling between your legs again; it’s starting to get uncomfortable. 

The air is thick with the scent of cigar smoke now. 

“But I told her to wait. So she could meet you. So--babydoll, this is Rooster. Rooster, this is babydoll. She’ll be fucking you today. You down for that?”

You swallow hard. 

“Can I ask a few questions first?” You ask. 

Dennis nods. 

“Where are we?” 

“Los Angeles, babydoll,” Dennis answers with a grin. He takes another long drag of his cigar and then exhales it through his nose. “This is my office. I own Goldman Homevideos.” 

You nod, biting your lip. 

“And Goldman Homevideos…” you start, shifting on the sofa and glancing at Rooster, who’s looking at you very softly. “What kind of homevideos do you make?” 

“Adult films,” Dennis tells you, puffing on his cigar again. “Erotic ones. Stag.”

Rooster watches a smile twitch your lips as warmth floods the tips of your ears. 

“Porn,” you say, chewing the word. It tastes good in your mouth. 

Dennis nods. 

“And you want me to be in your adult films maybe. You’re not jiving me, right?” 

“You wound me, babydoll. Rooster--I ever shit you?” 

Rooster shakes his head, resting his chin in his palm. 

“But now you want to watch me have sex with Chicken?” 

“It’s Rooster,” Rooster corrects, amusement tugging on his lips. 

You glance at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You lick your lips, tilt your head, and mouth sorry. But he knows that you aren’t. It makes him smile. 

He likes you--likes that you’re smart enough to ask Dennis questions and feel out the situation before going any further. It’s what he should’ve done all those years ago and what he wished other girls would do before they stripped.        

“So, Dennis Goldman, you want me to have sex with Rooster while you watch?” 

Rooster decides that he likes the way you say his name--your voice is soft and sweet, but it doesn't lack a certain gumption. 

“Bingo,” Dennis grins. “If I see what I like, I can give you a very comfortable life. Assuming you’re willing to make some movies with me.” 

You turn to Rooster now, smiling softly. 

“He just spring this on you, big boy?” 

Rooster barks out a laugh. 

“Rooster’s the best in the business,” Dennis tells you, watching your tongue poke out and coat your plump bottom lip in a sheen of saliva. “He doesn’t mind a surprise every now and then. Especially when that surprise is a sweet little thing like you, babydoll.”

“And you wanna fuck me?” You narrow your eyes at Rooster slightly, tilting your head. 

Usually, if someone asked Rooster that, he’d just respond the way he always does: I always wanna fuck everyone. That isn’t necessarily true--there are plenty of people he wouldn’t fuck if he wasn’t getting paid to do it. But looking at you--your wind-swept hair and your breasts straining against the fabric covering them, your glassy eyes, your glossy lips--he does want to fuck you. And he’s starting to feel better about coming in on his day off. 

He reaches out, brows knit, and lets his thumb drag across the highest point of your cheekbone. Your skin is plush and soft beneath his fingers. A tingle runs down your spine and settles between your legs. 

“Sure, I wanna fuck you, kid.” 

Then he turns to Dennis and nods towards the record player--that’s one thing about Rooster: he always has to have music playing when he films and fucks. Dennis, with the cigar still between his grinning lips, leans over and puts on a record. 

Too Hot To Stop by Funk starts playing--you’ve never heard this song before.  

You don’t break your gaze away from Rooster as you reach behind you and pull the strings of your bikini top. It falls in a heap on your lap and Rooster, a breath bated in his beautiful throat, smooths his mustache before grabbing the bra and setting it on the ground beside you. It almost strikes you as a soft thing to do--him taking your discarded clothing from your lap and setting it beside the two of you. Most men you’ve fucked don’t even care to not tear your blouse or smear your lipstick. 

Rooster scoots closer to you, saliva pooling on his tongue at the sight of your naked chest and the blush that’s covered it. He holds the back of your neck--not gently but certainly not roughly either--to keep you still as he ducks down and licks a hot stripe between your breasts. The sensation has your eyes fluttering already, your hands coming to rest on his thighs. 

He moves to cup your left breast, tweaking your nipple between his rough fingers, and encloses his mouth around your right nipple. He sucks harshly, humming against your skin. You taste like sunscreen and body spray, your skin almost salty from the sea breeze that tickled it earlier. He likes the taste of you--not that he’s very picky about the way things taste anymore--and the way your chest rumbles with a moan. 

This is the only moment today that you’ve felt a bit out of your element: what Rooster is doing to you feels good, like really fucking good. Hot beads of pleasure are spiking up your spine and settling between your vertebrae and your body is keening for more, more, more. Whenever you’ve fucked in the past, you’ve been in control. Meaning that you would suck an average cock and then spread your legs and get fucked. There’s been some pawing here and there, over the bra or under the blouse, but no one’s ever done this to you before. 

To Rooster, this is almost mechanical. He knows how to make women wet--it’s literally his job--and he knows what gets him going. When he lets his tongue flick your nipple, his eyes dragging up your flexed throat to your parted lips and closed eyes--you release a sweet moan and instinctively curl your fingers in his hair. 

Girl, it's something about your act / And I sure do like your style

“That’s good,” Dennis tells you. He’s still watching closely from behind the desk, his feet resting beside his notepad as he finishes up his cigar. “Rooster--take her pants off.” 

Rooster leans away from you and you almost whine at the sudden lack of his mouth on you. You lean back on the sofa, cheeks burning, and grin at Rooster as you settle your legs on either side of him. 

He hooks his fingers in your shorts and pulls them down swiftly--you’re not wearing underwear. The denim covering his crotch is growing tight now--and the cashmere wrapped around his throat. 

“Real pretty thing you are, babydoll,” Dennis says. “Show her your mouth, Rooster.” 

Sometimes Rooster feels like a puppet attached to strings, limbs flopping here and there at the command of Dennis or whoever else is behind the camera. Even when he’s having sex off camera, in his own home, sometimes he feels like he’s waiting for direction. But he listens all the same, smoothing his flat palms down your body and grabbing your hips. 

You’re looking up at him, lips parted in a pout, and your chest is heaving. You’re already so wet and just him grabbing your hips and pulling you up, pulling your cunt closer to his mouth as he settles lower on the couch--you feel like this is all building to something. 

Maybe it's the way / That you ride around 

“This alright, kid?” Rooster asks, peppering kisses along the soft skin of your inner-thighs. 

You’re squirming below him, your eyes lustful and dark. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you nod. 

“Do it the French way, baby,” you mutter to him. 

Dennis barks out a laugh, clapping. 

“What a line, doll!” 

Rooster secures your legs over his shoulders, cupping your ass, holding your body close to his face. Sometimes he feels like he does this so much that it’s ingrained in who he is as a person. He can just let go, think about something else, and have some broad writhing above him. But right now--he feels okay with being in his body, experiencing all of this. 

He licks a languid stripe between your folds and kisses your clit. The sounds you’re making are entirely authentic: he knows it, you know it, and Dennis knows it. Your eyes are closed tight and your fingers are woven in his hair and your thighs are quivering just from one kitten lick from Rooster. 

You taste good--you taste real. He can tell that you didn’t use perfumed douche before this and he actually thoroughly enjoys that. You taste like a human person. You taste like desire and arousal and skin and God, his pants are getting tighter and tighter. 

“Don’t worry about anyone hearing you, babydoll,” Dennis tells you. “They’re used to it by now.” 

This pleasure you’re feeling is entirely real. It’s red-hot and captures every single one of your senses. You can hardly hear anything above the sounds of your erratic heartbeat and the mewls and moans falling from your lips. Rooster is sucking at your clit, his mustache burning the delicate skin of your cunt, and this feels so fucking good. 

Girl, I'm out to get your love / And I'm too hot to stop now 

Rooster takes this opportunity to look up at you as he mercilessly sucks at your clit. You’re an undeniably pretty thing--especially when you’re naked and writhing above him. But there’s something else about you, something about the way heat covers your chest, something about the way your lashes bat against your cheeks that makes him feel like you’re different. You’re young--which isn’t different--but you don’t seem all that inexperienced. He doesn’t know what to make of that. He supposes, maybe, that he sees a bit of himself in you in that regard. 

“Go ahead and give Rooster a big head,” Dennis grins. “Tell him how good he is with his tongue.” 

“Your tongue feels fucking dynamite,” you moan out, back arching off the leather sofa. “You done this before or something?” 

Rooster almost laughs, but he’s able to just moan against your clit and have you cursing and heaving above him. Dennis does bark out a laugh, shaking his head lightly. 

“Oh, I like that mouth of yours, babydoll,” Dennis tells you. “Real sharp.” 

He watches Rooster eat you out with calmness, tapping his fingers lightly on his leather chair. You’re good looking--people would go crazy over a young, sexy thing like you. And he was right; you have great tits. But there’s also something about the way that you seem to be totally in your mind and body that makes you so appealing. You know where you are, you know what you’re doing, and you’re gonna say what’s on your mind. 

“Alright,” Dennis sighs, narrowing his eyes at Rooster’s gaze that is glued to your quivering lips. “Let’s see what else that mouth does. Take your pants off, Rooster. Babydoll, this is what you’ve been waiting for--suck his cock.” 

You’re close to cumming--which is something you’ve only done between the sheets of your own bed by yourself or in the front seat of a truck with John Duke that one time--but you don’t mind it when Rooster pulls away from you. 

Both of you meet each other’s gaze at the same time, his chin glossy with your arousal. And you bite a grin, slinking your leg off his shoulder. But before you can completely retract, Rooster brings his hand up to your calf and presses a short and wet kiss to the inside of your ankle. 

“You’re a romantic, aren’t you?” You ask him, nudging his head with your freshly-painted toes. “Bet you’re a Cancer.” 

Something tickles his belly. He is a Cancer. 

You see his brows knit, see the little surprised gap of his mouth. 

“I have a gift,” you tell him, winking. “Now, take your pants off.”

The carpet is plush beneath your knees--for a moment, you wonder if that’s why they chose it--and you’re flushed with anticipation as Rooster sits with his legs spread before you. 

This is the first time you’ve really sat back and looked at him. He is a striking man--one that looks like he was bred here in California. He’s sunkissed and muscular, his sideburns thick and his mustache neatly trimmed. He’s wearing an expensive sweater and even more expensive leather shoes and a thick gold chain rests against his broad throat. His hair is styled with gel that you mussed and his curls are thick and sandy. 

He starts to undo his own belt, his chest softening at the notion of this tension being relieved finally, but you lay your hands over his to stop him. The gesture is one that makes you dominant, especially when you smile coyly at him and reach for his belt, but your grip isn’t a harsh one. You hold him softly, but close enough that he can feel all the folds in your palms. 

You’re good with your hands--fast and dexterous--and Rooster’s got a big and pretty cock, one that springs up out of his briefs with pearls of precum shimmering in the lowlight.

“Jesus,” you mutter in awe, tracing all the thick veins that mark his cock. “You’re so big.” 

“Can you handle it?” Rooster asks, sort of in earnest. But a smirk is tugging on his lips. 

He’s teasing you--you like that. You like it whenever men can get on your level.

“Jinkies, I sure hope so Mr. Cockwalk,” you chide right back, grinning. 

Rooster laughs and Dennis claps again.  

“Beautiful,” Dennis encourages. 

He wishes he had his camera now--just this shot of you on your knees, elbows resting on Rooster’s parted knees as he leans his head back against the wall and gazes down at you with half-lidded eyes--there’s something special about this. There’s something really special about this. 

“Prove it, baby,” Rooster breathes. 

Instead of verbalizing your answer, you lean forward slightly and let all that hot saliva that’s pooled on your tongue drip out of your mouth and onto the crimson tip of his cock. He hisses at the intensity of the heat and the way your palm swiftly coaxes him, grasping him and swiftly pumping his head a few times to coat his cock in your spit. 

Instinctively, Rooster’s hips buck up and you keen at the reaction, letting your mouth come down on him. And fuck--you do know what you’re doing. Your mouth is wet and hot, supple as it wraps around his cock. 

Rooster’s gotten more blowjobs than probably half the men on this planet during his thirty-one years here. He likes them--who doesn’t like blow jobs? But there’s something about the way that you take him so well, something about the way you look up at him with your eyes squinted like you’d be smiling if your mouth wasn’t full of cock, that makes his chest tight. Even when the camera isn’t on him, Rooster knows what sounds to make--low, throaty groans--and what to do with his face--knit his brows, squint--but he feels like he’s forgetting all of that as you stare up at him. 

“How is she, Rooster?” Dennis asks. 

“Fucking great,” Rooster breathes, shuddering when you begin to bob your head and take him deeper. 

You even reach down and cup his balls, massaging them, as your other hand grips the base of his cock and keeps him in your throat. 

Rooster’s head falls back, eyes practically rolling to the back of his head. You’re taking him very deep, merciless in your tongue flicking along the sensitive skin on the underside of his cock. He’s bucking up into your mouth and you’re letting him, enjoying the flush tickling his ears. 

The realization hits Rooster like a fifty pound weight on his head--he snaps up to look at Dennis, his brows knit and his fingers digging into the leather sofa. 

“I’m about to cum,” he announces. 

He’s so used to announcing it out loud for everyone to hear that it doesn’t even strike him as strange anymore to tell the balding man behind his walnut desk that he’s about to shoot his load down your throat. 

At that, you pull back, letting your saliva seep down your chin as Rooster’s cock stands erect and red before you. 

Dennis is shocked, staring at you and Rooster with a grin. 

You look at Dennis over your shoulder, smiling softly. 

“Best in the business, huh?” 

Rooster laughs--he can take a joke. And then you glance at him, smiling yourself.

“Babydoll, why don’t you take Rooster for a ride?” 

Quickly, Rooster discards his sweater. You almost ogle at him--every single muscle in the human body is on display, gleaming in the light, adorned with curly, sandy chesthairs that settle beneath his gold chain. 

“Jesus,” you whisper to him, still on your knees. “Could you get any more California?”

Rooster beams at you, holding your hands and bringing you to your feet. 

“I can try,” he tells you, winking. Then he pats his thighs, arms parted for you to climb into when you’re ready. “Hop on. Ladies ride free.” 

The thought of Rooster fucking a man hadn’t even occurred to you--but a beautiful picture is painted in your mind for a fleeting moment. No one would ever do that back home in Nebraska, especially not admit it. But it doesn’t strike you as strange or dirty. In fact, it makes heat pool between your thighs again. 

Just before you straddle him, Rooster places a flat palm against your belly to pause you. He doesn’t look at Dennis, doesn’t care about what Dennis is going to say. 

“You wanna use a rubber, kid?” 

You shake your head. 

“I can’t have babies,” you say like it’s the most casual thing in the world. Rooster studies your face, blinking in surprise, but you don’t seem to clue him in on any upset in the matter. “I’m clean, too.” 

Rooster nods, gripping your hips and guiding you forward. 

When you’re close to Rooster, close enough that his forehead is resting against yours and his thighs are spreading your legs apart, you feel safe. Not the kind of safe you used to feel in your parents bed during a thunderstorm or in a really good hiding spot during a game of Hide N Seek with your brother. You feel safe like this guy isn’t an asshole and will probably stop whenever you want him to.

He’s holding onto your hips, his fingers dizzyingly long and digs into the meat of your legs when you sink down onto his cock. A string of curses tear through the air between the two of you and you gasp as he fills you up. 

“Christ, kid,” he mutters, “so tight.” 

That makes you clench around him and he gasps again, groaning. Fucking Christ--what are you doing to him?

When you’re fully seated, all of him inside of you, it takes everything in your power not to burst into tears. You’re so fucking relieved, that itch finally being scratched. He feels fucking perfect inside you, filling you up, pressing against something deep inside you that makes the lowest part of your belly bubble with pleasure. 

“You two look real good together,” Dennis praises.

Like Dennis’ voice snaps Rooster out of his lavender haze, he holds onto your hips and guides you up and down on his cock languidly. You hold onto his shoulders, gasping and crying out, throwing your head back in ecstasy. 

Dennis watches you carefully--you’re not acting. This is just the way you look when you have sex. You like to have sex; you like it a lot. What an asset a horny thing like you would be: all authentic pleasure, those pretty moans falling from your lips, those eyes rolling back in your head. You’ll be perfect. He’s sure of it. 

“Fuck,” you mutter to Rooster, your breath bated. “Jesus--fuck.” 

Rooster grins, letting you grind down on him and squeeze him tight. He’s not gonna last long--he knows it. Especially not when you lean forward and let your tits crash against his mouth. Hungrily, he finds your nipples and sucks relentlessly. Pulling his hair, you cry out. 

When Rooster pulls away from your chest, unable to continue sucking when you’re gripping his cock so fucking tightly, he does the only thing he can think to do--he presses his lips against yours. You kiss him back and it’s soft and sweet, very unlike what’s happening down below. And then he keeps kissing you, letting his tongue caress yours, letting your erect nipples feather across his naked chest. 

“You taste like Aperol,” you mutter against his lips, voice still drenched in pleasure. 

And then you smile against his mouth, and cry out when he delivers a particularly deep thrust. For some reason--that makes him cum. He holds you down over him and strains to get deeper and deeper inside of you. He pulses against your walls and you feel every moment of his release, resting your forehead against his. 

When it’s all said and done, when Dennis is genuinely delivering a round of applause for the two of you, you two catch your breath together. Your ears are ringing and his are, too. He’s smiling at you, a handsome and charming smile, and you’re biting your lip hard. 

“You know what you’re doing, kid,” he compliments, squeezing your hips. 

He’s still sitting deeply inside you. 

Coyly, you press some of his floppy curls from his forehead and then delicately stroke his mustache. He likes how soft you touch him--like you’re afraid to hurt him. 

“Aren’t so bad yourself,” you tell him. 

“We’ve gotta find a name for you, babydoll,” Dennis says, coming to sit down on the sofa beside you and Rooster. 

You stay where you are and Rooster doesn’t mind it one bit.

“You mean, like, I’m…?” 

Your toes are numb with excitement. 

Dennis grins at you, leaning over to pinch your cheek before patting it softly. 

“You’re gonna be a star, baby.”

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 70S ROOSTER IS THE SUPREME ROOSTER

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

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[roosterforme]

Istg I’m married to the unholy Latino love child of hangman and rooster. He has an ego bigger than Texas and he just tried to stick our son with the nickname “Sardine” because “he’s so TINY kacie and he’s my son so he’s basically in the Navy already” he’s on leave right now too so he’s grown his mustache out and it looks like a 70s pornstar has possessed him and come back to haunt me even though i love it and find it very sexy

Okay, but you're clearly winning at life! When my husband grew out the Rooster stache for my birthday, he just looked like Ted Lasso instead. Also, Sardine is a cute nickname.

#if you ask emily

[lewmagoo]

girlie miles and his trash stache have been living in my head rent free for the past couple of weeks… imagine the impact of a 1980s pornstar!rooster au where the pornstache is the star of the show

funny you say that, bc i've been toying with the idea of writing about 80s pornstar!rooster. idk if anything will come of it, but it is something i've been heavily considering

#either he'll be in front of the camera #or #he'll be the director #idk #i've got some...ideas #asks

[justalonelyslytherin]

OMG, Ally, just thinking about your Hangman with a mustache post. Dying at the thought of him growing a mustache to prove he looks better than Rooster. He so would! If he really wanted to take the piss, he'd use one of those corny adhesive mustaches to dress as Rooster for Halloween. 😂 Tbh tho, I don't care for the look on Hangman. Rooster def wears it better 🤫

Right?? Jake is for sure, like 100% so extra and would do it to get on Roosters nerves!

We know he is both super confident and wants to be the best so I don't think he would settle for a fake mustache 😂 He'd definitely go the extra mile to secretly grow a mustache for Halloween 🤣

That my dear is so true. Rooster rocks it, Jake looks too much like a glorified pornstar. It's just too thick and bushy. Rooster's is more subtle which works well for todays time too!

Thank you for sending this to my inbox! Feel free to hop in again if you have some Hangman (or Rooster) thoughts to share 💚

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick headcanon #sweet asks from sweet friends #jake hangman seresin

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book One of...]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 2 out of 5

Oh my goodness! This was such a fun, fluffy read that includes great body and sex positivity! Seriously, more authors need to include plus-size women.

Beatrix/Trixie is such a great character. I loved the idea of the hot football player/best friend falling in love with the girl whose body is not what everyone approves of. I loved watching her be comfortable in her own skin, even if she spent years finding that peace, and then facing down high school bullies before watching their own lives unravel. Ugh. So fun!

Chris is such a horndog for Trixie, but he’s a respectful horndog. You’re gonna love him. Trust me. And don’t even get me started on Chris’s family! They were all such great additions, and I can’t wait to for the next Kingman to fall in love.

* Luke Skycocker 😂 That’s a great name for a rooster.

* I love that this football player is pining after the plus-size girl. This is gonna be so cute!

* The mom sends her sex toys. What even.. 😂

* Awww. Does everyone know about Chris’s crush? lol.

* Lmao. Even the dad ships them! He wants Trixie as a daughter-in-law, for sure.

* Ugh. I hate mean girls. It’s been ten years! Grow the fuck up.

* Oohhhh. She said he was her boyfriend. Let the fake dating begin 🤗

* God. Chris is so fucking corny lol. These innuendos are hilarious.

* Ugh. Creepy Karter. Someone kick his ass, please.

* Her fucking mom telling her to use lots of line because she’s sure Chris is large. Oh my god 😂 and that she’ll be sending them something fun. I can’t wait to see what it is.

* The kiss cam! I can’t stop smiling. Oh my god. He needs to confess his feelings asap!

* Cowgirl 👀

* He told her about his feelings! Oh my god, yes!

* Luke Skycocker tried being a little cockblock lmao. Chris was not having it.

* A tentacle vibrator? Trixie’s mom sends the most interesting toys 😂 and oh my god, Chris finding the stash is hilarious.

* GOYKATTDLAGG - I’m ashamed to say I immediately knew what that was 😅

* Holy shit… Chris and all his suppressed horndog feelings really let go, huh. Damn.

* Ugh. Why do I get the feeling the press is gonna find out about Trixie’s mom’s pornstar past? 😒

* Rachel is a cunt. What does she have planned 😬

* Goddamn. In the locker room, Chris? Now I’m all hot and bothered 🥵

* “We spent the last two and half days dressing up, probably acting like our lives are better than they are, because we want our high school classmates to think we’re cool. Hell, I even asked my best friend if he would be my fake date just to show you I wasn’t just a sad, nerdy chicken lady. But if I hadn’t, I would never have found out that I loved him.” // “Or that I loved her. I have for a long time. Since high school, in fact.”

* wtf did Anthony do?! Did they record Chris and Trixie having sex?! You can’t cut to a week later like that and not let me know!!!

* I fucking knew it! Ugh. Please handle it appropriately and make those responsible pay!!

* I love the Kingman family so, so much!

* She asked him to marry her!!! And he already had a ring!!!

* They’re all so happy and Rachel got what she deserved. Dumb bitch lol.

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