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Always Ever Only You Part 33 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Getting through your second presentation feels like a battle of wits against your own body. Then after weeks of barely being able to stomach anything, you are presented with the most enticing dinner. But it's the food that's alluring, not your dinner mate, and Bradley has a few things to say about the mess you get yourself caught up in.

Warnings: Swearing, adult language, pregnancy topics, angst, fluff, phone sex, masturbation

Length: 5800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

You slept like a lovesick log after your long drive back to the hotel from the cemetery. Exhausted from throwing up in the shrubs, you curled up in bed and watched the video you took for your son or daughter. You had recorded yourself reading both headstones and having a little conversation with your in-laws about the baby. It was just meant to be something you and Bradley could watch one day with the nugget, but it brought a smile to your face.

You were decidedly no longer smiling when you woke up on Wednesday and had to race to the toilet. "Why is this happening again?" you asked the bath mat as you curled up in a ball. You had another, longer presentation to give. You had admirals to chat with. You had a whole lot to get done today. You didn't have time for this right now.

Even brushing your teeth was a chore. Changing into your uniform was an issue. At least your pants felt a little looser today. You honestly could not keep up with the way your body was bloated half the time and normal the rest of the time.

You realized your makeup was pretty much the only thing holding your life together at the moment as you swiped on some mascara. Then there was a knock at your door, and it felt like you were doing the same thing all over again today, because essentially you were. You and Cat had to struggle with the bin of equipment. You had to fight to stay awake in the rental car. The nausea was turning your life into a game of sheer determination to keep the bagel that you ate from coming back up.

"Are you okay?" Cat asked you a few minutes before the presentation was about to start.

"Of course," you told her in what you hoped was a reassuring tone. "Why wouldn't I be?" You shrugged and smiled serenely at her.

"Because you're sweating bullets. And you've been pacing around the hallway."

You cleared your throat and insisted, "It's just really hot in here."

"It's not," she replied. "Please. I'm begging you. Just keep it together for another ninety minutes, okay? After that, you can do anything you want. Hell, I'll do anything you want me to do. But we need to get through this presentation."

Her voice sounded panicked, and now you were looking around the hallway for a garbage can. But it was too late. The two of you were being called into the presentation room. Commander Patterson and Admiral Klein were sitting in the front row smiling at you. Shit, more admirals were here today. Oh fuck, all of these people wanted to hear your extended presentaion. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of your neck, past your shoulder blades and along your spine. You wanted Bradley. You wanted Bradley to hold you and let you throw up everywhere and tell you that you were still pretty and that he loved you even if you cried on the toilet and ate crackers while you lay on the floor.

Tears burned your eyes, and Cat looked like she was going to scream. Pull it together. Ignore the sensation. Clip the microphone onto your shirt. Start talking.

"Good afternoon. Lieutenant Coleman and I are back to expound upon our research presentation from Monday which covered communications engineering at Top Gun. You can find a copy of our slides in the information packet in front of you. Please hold your questions until we pause for a break. Let's get started."

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Bradley really wasn't doing well without you at home. He was barely eating anything besides cereal and sandwiches, and he was going to bed hungry at night. The only fun he'd been having was slowly filling up that pink and blue notebook with his musings for the little nugget.

He was having a hard time sleeping, and he didn't like how quiet the house was. Even Tramp kept looking for you, occasionally running to the front door and whimpering. "We'll see her on Friday," he told the dog as he had potato chips and coffee for breakfast on Wednesday morning. "Two more days of this bullshit."

When he got home from work on Tuesday, he broke down in tears as he looked at the photos you sent him from the cemetery. You even took a video where you were talking to him and the nugget and his parents. He still couldn't believe you took the time to drive there and make it so special for him. After he finished crying, he made his way back up to the attic where he took the half wall down to the studs. Then he realized that he really needed to call some contractors before you came home and saw the mess he made.

While he drove to work in the red Bronco, he left messages, hoping to get some estimates in the next week or so. One thing that he'd been slowly coming to terms with was the fact that you didn't need him to take care of you by paying for everything. Both of your incomes were going toward the mortgage payments and all the necessities. You'd both been saving money for the future, and he figured the future had arrived since there was a baby on the way.

When he parked in the garage on base, he noticed he had some new texts from you.

Baby Girl Bradshaw: I miss you. I'm struggling today. I think the nugget hates me. I'll call you later after my presentation and all of this other shit is over.

He wanted to text you back, but he didn't want to be a distraction, so he tucked his phone into his pocket and ran his fingers through his hair. He had been reading every pregnancy article online that he could find, but none of the tricks he saw were helping you with the nausea. You were probably just going to have to wait it out. He would be ready to rub your shoulders and put a cool washcloth on the back of your neck when you got home.

Bradley walked the long way around to the classrooms since he was early and didn't need to stop in the locker room to change. When he passed the stairwell that would have taken him up to your office and the engineering labs, he swore he heard Bob's voice. He paused, and he definitely heard Bob's laugh. When the door to the stairs opened, he heard Bob say, "We can always find out later tonight if you want to invite me to your room again." And then there was a very familiar, feminine laugh before Bob appeared ten feet ahead of him.

He stared at Bob, and Bob stared back as the door closed, leaving the two of them alone. Bradley thought back to the way Bob and Maria were looking a little cozy at brunch last Sunday. This was interesting.

"Hey, Bob," Bradley said with a grin. "How are you enjoying your new apartment with Maria?"

His cheeks immediately flushed pink, and Bradley bit his lip to keep quiet as Bob started stuttering. Frankly, he was proud of his friend for sounding so much more self assured a few seconds ago when he was tucked inside the stairwell with Maria. "I-I d-don't know... are y-you... I d-din't think that..."

Bradley let him flounder through a few more partial sentences before he said, "If you're hooking up with Maria Wilson, then good for you, man. Well done."

Bob cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses and ran his hand along the back of his neck. "Thanks," he muttered as he stared at the floor.

"You want me to keep this information to myself?"

Bob's blue eyes went wide as they met Bradley's. "Please." He swallowed hard. "I don't think she wants anyone else to know." His voice was just a whisper as he said, "I'm sure she'd be embarrassed if people found out."

Then he turned and left Bradley standing there alone. He'd been in that position before with you. Before you made things official. And he had been miserable. "Poor Bob," he muttered as he followed him at a distance. The best case scenario would be if Maria confided in you when you got back from Annapolis. Bradley would have to be cool about you going to brunch on Sunday even though he already wanted you and the baby all to himself again all weekend.

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You made it. Somehow you got through the full hour and a half. You nailed your parts, and so did Cat. You and she answered questions for at least an additional thirty minutes, and now she was packing up the equipment while you sent a quick text to Bickel.

"Your research is very compelling, Lieutenant Commander."

You looked up into the eyes of Commander Patterson, and he smiled warmly at you. Unfortunately, the only thing you could really think about was the way you'd been picturing Bradley's cock the last time you talked to him. At the moment, you were so fucking horny, you felt like rubbing yourself against the wall and crying until you got some relief.

"Thank you, sir," you managed to say while you tried to focus on his face and his words. "It has really become a passion project, trying to keep actual aviators in the air versus the drone agenda. Real people making real decisions based on their surroundings and the immediate threats they are facing will always win out against a laboratory manufactured software protocol."

"I couldn't agree more." He took a step closer and said, "And the way you presented your findings made it so clear that you're eager for others to understand how important that is as well."

"Absolutely," you told him with a smile of your own. "And the funding for communications research is so important."

You were probably going to have to go to the cocktail hour tonight just to get your face out there since you skipped the previous one to drive to Virginia. But you were almost instantly saved from having to do that as Commander Patterson said, "I'm planning on having dinner this evening with a few of the admirals if you'd like to join us. Cocktail attire. Overpriced steaks. You know, the usual."

His slight eye roll had you laughing and agreeing immediately. That sounded a lot better than trying to ditch champagne flutes all night. You'd still be able to chat with some superiors, and right now, you were actually hungry. "That sounds great. I'll see if Lieutenant Coleman can join as well."

With that, his smile wavered a bit, but he told you the name of the restaurant, and you promised to be there at seven o'clock. Cat had all the equipment packed up, and she was ready for you to help her carry the bin. "Hey, you want to come eat an overpriced steak later? With Commander Patterson and some others?" you asked as you tried your best to lift with your legs.

"Why didn't you tell me before? I already agreed to some stupid happy hour with a handful of admirals, but I love overpriced food when you don't have to pay for it."

You laughed and said, "That's probably better. We can divide and conquer this way. Bickel will like that."

As the two of you hoisted the bin into the rental car, Cat smiled and said, "You know what else he'll like? The fact that we nailed the presentation again today. I'm sorry I doubted you."

"Don't do it again," you told her with a smirk. Of course then you promptly started falling asleep while she drove back to the hotel, and when you got to your room, you passed out in bed until it was time to get ready for dinner.

It was only three o'clock for Bradley, and even though you wanted to call him, you decided to wait a little longer. You inhaled a pack of peanut butter crackers while your stomach growled loudly. "What is with you today?" you asked the baby. "You're finally hungry? Or are you going to make me barf again?" You got a loud rumble in response. "I know you like Daddy better, and we'll be home in two days. Relax."

As you redid your makeup, you started thinking about Bradley. And then you thought about how delicious he smelled right after he finished a workout. And then you thought about how nice and big his cock is. And then you thought about all the sounds he makes and the way me moans your name when his cock is inside you.

"Oh hell," you whined, pressing your thighs together. You needed to get some relief with your toys until you could get back home, but you didn't have time for that right now. The combination of being so hungry and so horny was almost too much to handle, and you ended up calling Bradley on the short drive to the restaurant. It was barely four there, so you were surprised when he answered.

"Hey, Sweetheart."

Two words. He said two fucking words, and you were moaning and having a hard time focusing to drive. "Roo. Oh my god."

"What's wrong?" he snapped immediately. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," you gasped, parking the car and squeezing the steering wheel. "I'm just so horny. And Commander Patterson asked me out to dinner, and I seriously need to get fucked, Bradley. Like you have no idea how bad it is right now."

You could hear him mutter something, and then you thought you heard Jake's voice before Bradley quietly said, "Baby Girl, I'll fuck the absolute shit out of you all weekend. In fact, I can't wait to do that. I'll take care of everything you need."

"Daddy," you moaned, realizing you should have masturbated instead of taking that nap.

"But please tell me who the fuck Commander Patterson is. All I know is that you said he's that guy who asked if Top Gun aviation is the right fit for you?" Another moan escaped your lips as you thought about being a tight fit for your husband. "Yeah, you sound wrecked, Sweetheart," he crooned in that raspy voice. "I don't think you should go to dinner with some guy I don't know. I don't care what his rank is.

You sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It's not just with him. Some admirals are coming too. I need to meet the admirals, Bradley. And I'm already at the restaurant." When you looked further up the block, you saw Patterson heading inside.

Bradley made a frustrated sound. "Text me when you can? And call me when you're leaving later?"

"I will," you promised as your stomach growled. You were so excited that the nugget seemed to want to eat this steak, you almost hung up before you said, "I love you."

You straightened out your black cocktail dress as you practically ran down the sidewalk in your high heels which you rarely ever wore except in your bedroom with your husband. The delicious smells from the restaurant were wafting out onto the sidewalk, and you were going to cry if there wasn't some bread or something already waiting on the table.

"There you are, Lieutenant Commander."

Patterson was waiting inside the entryway where at least the sound of the air conditioner blasting and the conversation around you was blocking out your growling stomach. He was smiling as his hand found the small of your back. "Our table is ready. We can go right there."

When he applied some pressure with his hand, you lurched forward. Perhaps he was just trying to help you navigate through the crowd, but he could keep his hands to himself. He must have known you were married. You decided to make a show of pointing out some hideous artwork with your left hand, practically shoving your rings in his face. "That's a lovely painting, Commander," you told him, but he just smiled and nodded at you before pulling out a chair at a table set for four.

"Please, call me Derek," he told you as he sank down into the seat across from you, and then he started using your first name without permission. The one blessing was the fact that there was an enormous basket of bread sitting right in the middle of the table along with a variety of spreads and dips.

You moaned softly and had to bite your lip as you reached for a soft looking roll and the chive butter. Derek was staring at you with parted lips and wide pupils. Had he never seen a woman eat before? Had you ever been this hungry before? You licked your lips as you spread some of the butter onto the roll, and then you took a bite and moaned again.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

After weeks of feeling miserable, you finally knew you could stomach this meal right now. You were still so turned on, and yet your exhaustion was bone deep at this point, but the bread was like a lifeline to normalcy, and you were grabbing onto it.

Derek cleared his throat as he watched you take those first few sumptuous bites. "I've got to know," he said smoothly, "exactly what would lure you back to Annapolis for good?"

You popped the rest of the roll between your lips and chewed it up before you said, "Nothing."

"There would have to be something. Better research facilities? Your own lab? Both of your degrees and your work are so impressive, you must know there would be endless possibilities for you here."

You were shocked. Running your own lab was your dream. The idea of being in charge of a research team made your skin prickle with desire. You hoped that could be a possibility someday, but you weren't even thirty-five yet. You figured maybe ten years from now when Bickel was getting ready to retire, you'd be able to take his place.

"My own lab?"

Derek smiled, all white teeth and handsome expression, and then the waitress arrived. You wanted to jump out of your seat and hug her when she asked if you'd like to order any appetizers.

"Do you know when the others will be here?" you asked Derek. "Should we wait to order?"

He shook his head vaguely. "They'll be late. We can order. Get whatever you want."

You almost laughed giddily as you ordered three appetizers and then a steak dinner complete with garlic mashed potatoes and two vegetables. "We can share the appetizers," you said when he looked at you in surprise, even though you didn't want to. You placed your hand on your belly, trying to subtly thank the baby for cooperating right now.

When the waitress finished taking his order and then departed, you asked, "Which admirals are joining us?"

"Hmm? Oh... uh, Rivera and Silverman."

You were not familiar with either of them which made you panic slightly. You should have done more research on who was attending each of the lectures. Why hadn't you done that? Oh, right... because you were too busy throwing up. The bread basket called to you, and before you knew it, you'd eaten more than half while Derek droned on about how amazing you'd be running your own lab. He didn't even know you, which made this more annoying than anything else, but your stomach was holding up spectacularly, so you could overlook it. You could have kissed the waitress when she came back with the appetizers.

"So, do you live alone?" he asked as you dipped two mozzarella sticks into some marinara sauce. You paused before shoving them into your mouth so you could chuckle.

"No. I live with my husband and our dog." Then the fried cheese hit your tongue, and it was like you were living in a world of color after weeks in black and white. Your stomach gurgled pleasantly, finally accepting food once again. Tears of joy stung at your eyes as you took a forkful of crispy brussels sprouts and a potato skin.

Derek laughed and asked how old you were, but your mouth was full, so he said, "Let's just say, my career in Annapolis outlived my bad marriage. And that's been the case for many, many officers."

You swallowed the potato like it was a lead weight. That had definitely been the case for Cat, unfortunately. And you'd heard a lot of stories, sure, especially when you were at the Naval Academy. And perhaps that was part of the reason you fought against the mere idea of being with Bradley at first. One officer in a relationship with a civilian was bad enough, but two officers trying to make it happen together usually spelled disaster.

But you felt stronger with Bradley. The two of you worked hard to get through your struggles and end up in a better place. You and he were going to be parents, for fuck's sake.

"Just sharing my two cents with you," Derek added, still smiling. "You're young, and you haven't lived it yet, but I can tell you that you'll go farther here than in San Diego. Especially if you're already open to the idea of having more."

You wanted to check the time on your phone; you must have been sitting here for over half an hour by now. The other two chairs were still empty. Derek was starting to get under your skin.

"I'm open to the idea of pursuing my career at Top Gun along with my husband."

"He's an officer as well?" Derek asked with a laugh. "I'm sure he's having a great week back in San Diego without you."

You felt heat flame up your neck and into your cheeks as your steak dinners arrived. "Yes, he's an officer. He's a Top Gun aviator."

"He deploys?" Derek asked in disbelief before laughing harder. "You should make the move back to the east coast now, before he ruins your life. If he hasn't already."

He had gone from complimenting you to trying to humiliate you in a matter of minutes. You'd been blinded by the glorious meal, but the truth hit you square in the chest. As he picked up his fork and steak knife, you asked, "Why did you lie to me about two admirals coming? Do Rivera and Silverman even exist?"

Somehow his smile was still persistent as he said, "Sure, they exist. They went to the cocktail reception on base." You watched the knife sink into his steak as he added, "You're gorgeous. I wanted to get you alone. Let you know how much better things could be. Offer to set you up for a one-on-one meeting with Admiral Jennings tomorrow if you come home with me tonight. It's on the table if you want it."

In one quick movement, you snatched his plate away from him with the fork still stuck in the steak. "Okay, well fuck you, Derek," you snarled, standing up and waving for the waitress. "You're disgusting and delusional if you thought I would even consider going home with you."

"Can I get you anything?" the waitress asked cautiously, and you realized you were causing a bit of a scene now in the crowded restaurant.

"Yes. I need boxes. Like a whole bunch of takeout boxes," you told her. "I'm taking all of this food with me."

"Right," the waitress replied, her gaze drifting to Derek who looked very unamused.

"I'm taking his meal, too," you snapped. "Hurry up with the boxes."

She scurried away as you piled all of the food onto one plate and said, "You're so fucking stupid, Derek. I already have Admiral Jennings' phone number. I met her last year. I told her to her face that I'm staying in San Diego."

"Well then you're making a bad choice," he told you.

Then the waitress set down some takeout containers while you practically tossed the empty plate back at Derek. You scraped as much of the food into the first box as would fit before moving to the second one. "He's paying for dinner," you told the waitress. "And I'm taking one fork and one steak knife with me. He'll pay for those as well." You shoved the rest of the bread into the last box and then stacked them all up before meeting Derek's eyes. "You just ruined the first meal I've been able to stomach in weeks, asshole. And my husband is a nice man. Very sweet. Treats people with respect. But if he were here right now, you'd have a bloody face and some broken ribs."

You picked up the boxes, grabbed the utensils, and made your way toward the exit. You went straight for your rental car and climbed inside before cranking the engine. Then you took a massive bite of garlic mashed potatoes before cutting off a piece of Derek's steak while you called your husband.

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Bradley was working out in the garage when your ringtone cut across the playlist you made for him. He practically dropped his barbell to the cement floor to get his phone from where it was sitting on the tool chest. "Sweetheart. I wasn't expecting to hear from you quite yet. Didn't we just get off the phone?" he asked with a smile as he ran his forearm along his sweaty face. "Not that I mind one bit." He was about to ask if you were done with dinner, but then he realized that you were crying. The sweat on his skin turned ice cold as he quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Roo," you wailed, and he started looking around the garage as if there was something out here that would help both of you calm down. "He ruined my fucking dinner!" you sobbed.

"What are you talking about?" he asked as he paced the length of the garage, running his fingers through his damp hair. "Who ruined it?"

"Commander Patterson."

Bradley honestly could not fathom how that guy had ruined your dinner. All he knew was that you told him you were horny as hell when you got to the restaurant, and that he didn't trust guys he didn't know around you. Most men were disgusting, and you were lovely and also pregnant with his child.

"Can you explain what happened so I can understand?" he asked as calmly as he could.

"Yeah," you sniffed, and he heard a car engine start up in the background. "The nugget and I were both really enjoying the food. Like really enjoying it, Bradley. You know how I've been, and this was delectable and exactly what we both wanted. Like it was so good, if you'd been there with me looking super sexy, I would have probably had an orgasm in the middle of the damn restaurant."

Bradley swallowed hard as he stood in the garage, wondering where the hell this was going. "I understand. You haven't been able to eat much, so that must have felt amazing. Now can you tell me what's wrong?"

"He ruined it!" you replied loudly. "He lied to me! There were no admirals planning on joining us. He tricked me into meeting him there, and then he gave me fake compliments and accolades about my work. He told me that I could get ahead with a career in Annapolis if I slept with him, all because he wanted to fuck me!"

Bradley almost dropped his phone. "Did he touch you?" he growled, switching to speaker phone as he rushed through the backyard toward the house and looked for flights to Maryland at the same time. "Did he fucking touch you?!"

"No!" you practically shrieked. "No, he didn't touch me! You think I'd let him get anywhere near me after he ruined my dinner?"

"Where are you now?" he demanded. "And what's this Commander fucking Patterson's first name?"

Bradley was seeing red as he walked inside and slammed the sliding glass door behind him, and Tramp ran whimpering into the spare room. The earliest he could get out of San Diego on an eastbound flight was a red eye that left at 9:30, and that was nearly four hours from now.

"I'm not telling you his name," you said softly with a little sniff at the end. "I'm afraid you'll strangle him."

Frankly, if Bradley got his hands on the asshole, he'd probably wish all he got was strangled to death. "Where are you now?" he asked again, trying to keep his voice calmer.

"In my rental car."

"Alone?

"Yes!"

"Good," he replied as he clenched and unclenched his fist and headed for the shower. "Go back to your hotel room, and text me the address. I'll stay on the phone with you until you get there, and then I'll be out on a red eye that lands in Annapolis at 5:55 tomorrow morning local time. And then you'll tell me his first name, and I'll beat the shit out of him for ruining your dinner and acting like my wife is his for the taking."

"Bradley," you said firmly. "I do not need you to come out here. I already feel better now that I told you about it."

"Well, I sure as fucking hell don't," he grunted, peeling off his sweaty clothes in the bathroom. "Does he know which hotel you're staying at? And where the hell is Cat?"

You groaned and said, "No, he doesn't know. And Cat went to the actual cocktail reception with the actual admirals. I seriously hate Commander Patterson. But I did steal his dinner, so that's making me feel a little bit better."

His thumb was hovering over his phone screen, ready to purchase a seat on this flight. "Wait, you stole his dinner?"

"Yes. I took it. When I tell you the food was that good, Bradley, I am not joking. I housed most of the appetizers and the bread basket, and then I took his plate before he even got a bite of his porterhouse. I dumped all of the food into takeout boxes, took some silverware, told the waitress he'd pay for everything, and then I left."

Bradley burst into laughter in spite of himself. He could actually picture it so clearly. The haughty expression on your face. Your biting wit once you figured out what was going on. The way you must have looked dumping the steaks into the containers. "You're a damn force to be reckoned with, Baby Girl. Are you driving back to the hotel with all the food?"

"Yeah. I mean I did eat a few bites when I first got back in the car, because the baby was demanding it, but I'm absolutely going to eat the rest in my room. Fuck that guy. He doesn't even deserve his overpriced steak. It's mine now."

Bradley cradled his forehead in his hand and laughed. "Do you really not need me to come out there?"

He heard you take a deep breath before you said, "I miss you a lot, but I really do not need you to come out, okay? The nugget and I are fine now, ruined dinner aside."

"Alright," he murmured. "If you change your mind, you have two hours to let me know, and I'll be knocking on your door by 7 in the morning."

You moaned and whispered, "God, that does sound good. I'm back at the hotel. Heading up to my room now. Any chance you feel like having phone sex before I eat my two steaks and roughly four pounds of potatoes?"

"Fuck," he grunted, his cock already getting hard as he looked down at himself. "Yeah. A hundred percent. Let me just get in the shower here."

"Okay, Daddy," you muttered, and Bradley was practically tripping over himself as he started up the spray of water. Once you were safely inside your room, you told him, "I'm ready when you are."

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You got off twice to your vibrator and your husband's sexy voice. It was so easy to imagine him in the shower with the sound of the water in the background. You could picture the steam snaking around his body while he held his thick cock in his hand. You could practically taste his skin and smell the body wash he was definitely using as lube.

"That's my sweet girl," he crooned as you started to peak for the second time. "When I get you home on Friday, my mouth is going to be all over that pussy. I miss you so much. I want my wife and my baby with me."

"Bradley," you whined, legs bent and shaking as you got closer. "I need you to fuck me. I'm so goddamn horny for you!"

He grunted right into the phone and said, "Keep it up, and I'll break your new car at the airport, too."

And then you came. Hard. Your chest was sweaty. Your back was arching off the bed. The vibrator rolled out of your grasp, and you stroked yourself with your fingers and whispered his name over and over.

"I'm about to come," Bradley moaned. And you could hear the exact second he was probably making a white mess all over the tile wall. You imagined it on your belly instead.

You just wanted to go home, and when your back finally settled against the bedding you said, "I need you to promise to fuck me at least twenty times between Friday night and Monday morning."

"Make it thirty, Sweetheart," he crooned as he panted. "At least. I fucking need it, too."

You turned your head to the side where a photo of him was still pulled up on your phone. "Sounds perfect. Don't forget, I'm having dinner with my mom and dad tomorrow, so please FaceTime when you're walking out of work if you can."

"For the love of all things holy, please don't talk about your parents when I'm still holding my cock."

You giggled, and then he laughed. "I won't do it again," you promised as you sat up in bed, eyeing the takeout containers on the desk. "I love you, Roo. I'm going to eat Derek Patteron's steak, take a shower, and then pass out."

"I love you too, Baby Girl. Can you put your phone down by your belly?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed, pressing your lips together to keep from squealing at how sweet this man was.

"And I love you, too, my little nugget. Be nice to Mommy."

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BG is all over the place... Roo probably has whiplash. Derek should be punished for ruining that meal for her and the baby. Just a few chapters left, and we'll have another series for them in the books! Thanks for reading! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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tongue-like-a-razor · 2 years

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Hey can you do a reunion with rooster And it be really fluffy

Thank you for the really sweet prompt @callsignmaverick5! I wasn't sure if you meant reunion like they're both aviators and they meet up after some time apart, or if he is with a civilian and returns home from deployment. I chose the latter but wouldn't be opposed to also writing the former if anybody's interested <3

It Was Always You

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

Summary: Your maybe, sort-of boyfriend, Bradley Bradshaw, returns from deployment, but you aren't sure if he's still on the same page.

CW: Swearing, fluff, some feels

The bell of the door rings out and you look up as it swings open. In comes Hangman with a sly smirk and your hand freezes mid-swipe across the counter. He’s eyeing you mischievously as he holds the door open behind him. Your fingers tighten around the cloth on the bar top.

You haven’t seen your boyfriend – if you could really call him that – in over six months. You’d only been dating – if you could call it that – for about six weeks before he was deployed, and communication while he was away has been scarce due to the nature of his mission, so you aren’t entirely sure where the two of you currently stand. Six months apart is a long time for a new relationship – if you could call it that – but you can’t seem to catch your breath because he’s all you’ve thought about since the moment he left.

You watch Hangman uneasily as he winks at you and then peeks outside with a squint. “Rooster,” he calls. “Did you fall in a ditch?”

At the sound of his name, you let out a sharp breath that leaves you mildly lightheaded. There’s a glare on the shiny surface of the counter from where the afternoon sun has settled that hurts your eyes, but you stubbornly look past it despite the sting, observing the dust dancing in the light filtering through the open door. A suffocating heat cascades inside, together with a sandy breeze, just as a broad-shouldered silhouette appears at the threshold. With the sunshine in behind, his face is obscured by shadow, but the Hawaiian shirt rippling around his torso gives him away.

“Geez, Bradley, you sure know how to make an entrance,” you hear Penny’s voice from behind.

You let out a small, nervous laugh at her comment, releasing the rag still in your grasp, your hand cramping from how tightly you’ve been clutching it. Bradley Bradshaw, after all, will probably want a drink. You flex your hand a couple of times and wipe it on your jeans as he takes a step inside. Hangman lets the door shut, glancing between you and Bradley expectantly as Bradley’s face finally comes into view.

You meet his gaze anxiously. He’s watching you with a mildly dazed expression, as though he can’t quite believe that he’s seeing you in the flesh. He takes a couple of hesitant steps forward, studying your face as if he’s unsure how you feel about him showing up out of the blue. You wonder if perhaps he’s also questioned the permanence of your pre-deployment fling.

He looks so sexy just standing there with his lip curling upward ever so slightly as he admires you from a distance. After several moments of prolonged, passionate eye contact during which you swallow profusely while he breathes heavily, Bradley bites the bullet and picks up his pace, his strides becoming increasingly wider as he nears the bar.

He's practically sprinting as he rounds the counter toward you and, as you’re turning to face him, he lunges forward, wrapping you in an embrace. You stagger slightly at the force of the impact, bringing your arms around his back as his head dips into the crook of your neck. You can feel the tickle of his mustache on your skin as his mouth glides over your bare shoulder.

“You’re back,” you whisper, pressing your cheek into the wave of his hair as he leaves a searing trail of kisses along your neck.

He stops just below your jawline, a hot mist bathing your earlobe as he breathes. “You’re here,” he responds quietly.

You squeeze him tighter against you, wishing you never had to let go of him again.

Bradley reciprocates the squeeze, taking a step forward to press you into the bar in behind. His mouth is still lingering at your ear. “You smell like home,” he whispers, planting a soft kiss along the side of your face.

You close your eyes. “So do you.”

Bradley pulls you even closer, nearly lifting you off the ground. “Oh, baby, please tell me you’re still my girl,” he pleads in a low, raspy tone, his lips still moving over your ear.

Affected by the desperation in his voice, the flutter in your stomach gives way to an ache – a need – for Bradley Bradshaw. You pull your face away slightly so that you can look up into his eyes.

He holds your gaze for only a moment before resting his forehead over yours with a sigh.

“I’m still yours if you’re still mine,” you murmur as he brushes your nose with the tip of his.

He closes his eyes. “I will be yours forever, I promise you,” he breathes.

You smile at his affirmation, your fingers weaving through his hair as you lift your face. There isn’t anything nearly as romantic that you can think of to say in response, so you just pull him in gently for a kiss.

Bradley’s lips move urgently over yours as he presses himself further into your body and your back further into the counter. “God, I missed you so much,” he mutters just before sliding his tongue across your upper lip.

“I missed you,” you murmur against his lips. You feel his hand slip into the back pocket of your jeans and he pulls you against his hips.

“I love you,” Bradley says without breaking the kiss. It’s the first time he’s said it, but it feels strangely familiar, like you’ve known all along. “I love you,” he repeats, continuing to kiss you, again without missing a beat. “I love you, I love you.” His words become a sort of hum against your lips and the way his body moves to caress yours is so insistent that you can practically feel the weakening of your limbs as you succumb to his touch.

“Excuse me.” Hangman clears his throat.

“Not now, Seresin,” Bradley mutters without looking up.

“I – uh, I’d like to order a drink,” Hangman says, and you can hear the amusement in his tone.

Bradley’s hand slips off your hip and he extends his arm in Hangman’s direction, presumably giving him the finger.

“Manners, Rooster,” Hangman replies in a sing-song voice.

You chuckle against Bradley’s lips.

“Excuse me!” you hear Penny’s exclamation as she returns from the kitchen. “No patrons behind the bar!”

“Not now, Penny,” you say, your mouth still glued to Bradley’s.

You hear shuffling behind Bradley’s back and then Penny speaks again. “What can I get for you, Lieutenant?” she asks resignedly, although there is a hint of mirth in her tone as well.

Bradley continues making out with you while Penny pours, and he eventually kisses every square inch of your face as you giggle. Your eyes, your nose, your eyebrow, your other eyebrow.

When you finally detach yourself from him, saying that you should get back to work, Penny gives you a pointed look. “Right, like you could work right now,” she says. You glance at her sheepishly and she adds, “Get out of here, you crazy kids.”

With a broad grin, Bradley starts pulling on your arm without hesitation. As you pass by Hangman, he shakes his head and says, “Thank god we’re home because if I have to hear about how wonderful you are or how hot you look in a damn sundress one more time, I will lose my mind, Y/N.”

You laugh while Bradley shakes his head at Hangman, outraged that he is divulging classified information.

“I’m serious,” Hangman continues even as Bradley trains a critical glance in his direction. “What did the guy even talk about before the two of you got together?” he asks.

Bradley’s expression borders on threatening as he continues to shake his head.

“Oh yeah,” Hangman chuckles as Bradley tugs you after him toward the exit. “It was always you!” Hangman calls just as Bradley yanks on the door.

You press your lips together to keep from smiling too widely as Bradley shakes his head at Hangman, smirking. “Hey Hangman,” he calls.

“I know, I know,” Hangman responds, waving his hand distractedly. “I can go fuck myself.”

“Well, that, and... thanks for getting me home, Hangman,” Bradley says. “Back to my girl.”

You glance back to look at Hangman with a troubled expression, suddenly realizing how very easily you could lose the man who’s just proclaimed his love for you. Hangman gives Bradley a nod combined with a one-fingered salute.

The moment you and Bradley are outside, you wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your head into his chest.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” he asks.

“I love you,” you mutter into his chest. “I love you,” you repeat as he brings his arms behind your back. “I love you, I love you.”

He lets out a long sigh into your hair. “That’s a relief,” he responds and you chuckle slightly. “Because you’re all I ever think about,” he continues. “Just ask poor Hangman.”

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Have Your Cake and Eat it T(w)o

Summary: It may be his birthday, but Bradley is determined to make all of your fantasies come true.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X Female Reader

Length: 9K

Warnings: fluff, sweet smut, and downright filthy smut. MINORS DNI

[Author's Note: I apologize for nothing. But also, see y'all in a week 😅]

It had been a damn long day of flying.

A heatwave had settled over San Diego and Bradley had been sweating since before he’d even zipped up his flight suit for the day. It was only a couple days into June and the temperature was in the upper nineties, unheard of this time of year for the area.

By the end of their fourth hour of running flight simulations, everyone on the Dagger Squad were all sweat-sodden and miserable. Thankfully, Cyclone had taken pity on them and cut them loose for the day early.

Hot and uncomfortable, all he had been looking forward to all day was a nice long cool shower. One that he was hopeful he could coax you into joining with him.

It had been almost impossible for him to pull himself out of bed that morning. He had woken up to you soft and warm and draped over his chest. The high thread-count white cotton sheet rumpled around low on your waist, still naked from the night before.

Yeah, it had been really fucking hard. Both his cock and the way he had to drag himself out of bed without giving you a proper start to the day.

The blast of cold air that hits him the moment he walks through the front door was second best thing he’s felt all day.

Bradley was just about to call out to you when he hears a moan- a decidedly unfeminine moan.

And then he hears you.

He could pick out that sweet, breathy whine from anywhere. He’d made it a mission from the very first time he’d made you come to learn all the sounds of your pleasure, each new discovery was catalogued and filed away in his brain.

He doesn’t bother toeing off his boots as he makes his way to your shared bedroom.

The door had been left open and he is welcomed to the sight of your diamond ring sparkling brilliantly against your shiny, silken pussy.

You are so engrossed in whatever you are watching that you don’t even notice him as he leans against the doorframe to admire the irresistible picture in front of him.

He’d been missing you since even before he’d locked the front door behind him. The thought of getting you rocking and grinding on top of him was the only thing that had made his day slightly more bearable.

And the vision of you propped up against the tufted linen headboard splayed naked in bed as you circled yourself was even better than he could have hoped for.

His cock was already more than half hard as he took you in. Your rapid breaths, your perfect for him body, your wet fingers.

“Oh, this is a pretty sight.”

Startled, you nearly drop your phone. Knees snapping together from the way they had been butterflied out.

“B-Bradley,” you stuttered out, looking adorably flustered.

“Hi, honey,” he greets you, low and velvety.

The sounds of sex were still coming from the speaker on your phone. Wet slurping, desperate whimpers, and the unmistakable sharp, slapping noise of skin-on-skin.

You started to pull your glistening fingers away from the center of you, “I, um-”

There was nothing more he liked than watching you get yourself off, but he’d clearly caught you off guard. And it was more than obvious to him that you were feeling embarrassed about the way he discovered you.

You’re always beautiful, but he especially loves the way you look when you’re flushed and turned on.

“This is a nice surprise to come home to,” he says soothingly as he comes to sit next to you on the bed, “You look so pretty making yourself feel good.”

You give him a small smile, soft and shy.

“You’re home early, Roo,” you say bashfully before tilting your face up for a kiss.

He makes a hmm of contentment when his lips meet yours. Your mouth parts for him easily as you sigh into him. All the tension he had been feeling from the day melts away as you soften against him. Needing to touch you, he brings his hand up to stroke along the delicate skin of your neck.

A particularly loud cry surprises you both apart and you pull away from his embrace, sheepishly trying to exit out of the video that’s still filling the screen.

His mouth goes dry as he registers the content of that film currently playing on your phone.

There’s a woman flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, stretched out between two large hard bodies. One in front of her and one behind as she takes both of their cocks.

He puts his hand on your wrist, in an attempt to pause your fumbling.

“You don’t have to stop on my account.”

You were avoiding meeting his gaze, and that didn’t work for him. Not in the slightest.

“I…oh-”

Your eyes fly to his and whatever you were going to say dissolves into reedy whimper as he takes your shiny fingers and pulls them deep into his mouth, while he holds your stunned gaze.

He had your attention now.

Savoring the taste of you, he runs his tongue over, under, between your fingers and then along the band of your engagement ring.

“Keep touching yourself,” he says, giving your fingers one more obscene lick.

It’s a request. It’s a command.

The noise you make gets caught in your throat as you nod at him before bringing you spit-slicked fingers back to the center of you, gasping softly as you make contact with your clit.

It’s takes a herculean effort for him to keep his hands to himself as he watches you tease yourself with featherlight touch.

He knows that you’d readily welcome his hands on that sensitive part of you, but you were pursuing your own pleasure and he wanted you to get off exactly how you needed to. Just because he wasn’t the one touching you didn’t mean he going to make you do all the work, he knew all the spots on your body that would make you quiver and quake.

And he was a team player, after all.

Bradley runs his mustache along your skin as he trails open-mouth kisses up the column of your neck. You shiver at the contact as you lean your head away to give him more access to taste you. He can smell your body wash from the shower you must have taken earlier in the day, its scent still lingering on you.

He teases you with his lips and his tongue as he watches the video with you from out of the corner of his eye as you continue to touch yourself for him, now with more intensity.

“Mm, that’s hot,” he rasps.

Your little noises paired with the ones coming from your phone make his blood thrum in his veins.

“Yeah?” you ask breathily, your hips shifting against your fingers as you seek more friction.

“Hell yeah,” he says, grazing his teeth against you. “Is this something you think about? Do you like the idea of taking two cocks?”

Your eyebrows pinch together overwhelmed as you work to try to cobble together an answer for him.

“Yes? I… Maybe? I-I don’t know. It’s just… Bradley, Bradley, this is so hot. Oh my god,” you release a needy whine, still circling your clit. “I haven’t really thought about it, you know, n-not really. Don’t need to because I have you, but I oh fuck-”

The high-pitched, breathy keen you release cuts off your self-conscious rambling as the video segues into a close-up of one of the men feeding his cock to the eager, rosy-faced woman, still glossy and slick from being inside of her, as the other man takes his place and thrusts inside of her with ease.

“It is, honey, it’s really damn hot.” he agrees with his eyes glued to you. You are mesmerizing. “C’mon, why don’t you give yourself something to fill that pussy? I want you to feel good.”

He knew just how wet you were, how much this was turning you on. He had seen it earlier and he could hear it now. His gaze bounces between synchronized bodies on the screen and the movement of your hand as you slide two of your fingers inside of you.

The sight is enough to nearly make him come in his flight suit.

“Have you come at all yet?” he asks, dropping a few heated kisses along the curve of your jaw.

“No,” you pant, your breaths quick and shallow. “Was close earlier.”

He hums contemplatively as he traces his nose along your cheekbone.

“That was rude of me to interrupt when you were doing such a good job taking care of yourself, wasn’t it?” he murmurs rough and low against your temple. “Let me make it up to you.”

Rooster opens up drawer of the nightstand next to him and pulls out the remote for the tv, turning it on. Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion when he takes your phone from your hand rewinding the video before casting it to the flat screen mounted on the wall.

He takes advantage of the way you open your questioning mouth to dip his head down and sweeps his tongue against yours for a deep, filthy kiss. All while the grunts and whimpers from your video fill the bedroom, now from the high-quality soundbar instead of your phone.

Reaching into the drawer once more, he moved to stand up and then sets your favorite vibrator next to you.

“Have fun, pretty girl,” he tells you with a wicked grin and a wink as he struts to the bathroom. Feeling very pleased with himself when he hears the quiet buzzing and the at the needy little noises you’re making before he closes the door.

The second he shuts the door he feels all his composure slip away has he rakes his hands through his hair. He had been trying to play it cool, but it had taken every ounce of his willpower to not beg to fuck you the way he had been dying to from the moment he had seen your diamond flashing at him against your silky wetness.

He works quick to get his flight suit off and releases a sigh of relief when he is able to get a hand on his hard cock. He had been sweating from the heat but now you had him sweating for a completely different reason.

Once in the shower he lathers himself in your luxurious yet overpriced eucalyptus scented body wash and slowly jerks himself off with a supportive forearm propped up against the cool, tiled wall. It doesn’t take him long to come at all.

So he washes off his body, shampoos his hair, and then works himself up all over again.

All while he thinks about the way you looked and all you perfect sounds he can’t hear over the water, but ones that knows by heart.

It’s been a few weeks since Bradley walked in on you, and he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself or to get nearly enough of your body.

He’s always had a high sex drive, a byproduct of years spent training and honing his body, but he craved you all the time. All it took was a look or a whiff of your body wash or the sound of your laugh, and he could be ready for you in a moment.

The first thing he registered most mornings was the smell of your shampoo from the way his nose is usually buried in your hair. The second thing is how perfect your body felt pressed against him, already hard and willing.

And nothing lulled him to sleep faster than feeling your heartbeat as it settled into a slow, steady rhythm after having set your pulse racing by getting you desperately writhing against him.

He always thought he had good self-control, that is, until he met you and you proved him otherwise.

On the morning of his thirty-sixth birthday, he couldn’t imagine a better way to start his day than getting his mouth on you.

Seeing your sleepy, satisfied smile pillowed in bed before he left for work did more for him than coffee ever could.

You had sent him on his way with a See you later, birthday boy and a saucy little wiggle of your fingers before burrowing further underneath the sheets for a few more blissful minutes in bed.

There had been a traveler of a smooth dark roast and a box of pastries left in the Ready Room with a from Mav inked across the top in his all caps scrawl. Rooster’s cheek had ticked up he noted that the box was filled with all of his favorites as he reached in and grabbed a bear claw.

The team was quick to demolish the treats, free food never went to waste in a room full of naval aviators with a high metabolism.

He had had a great day of flying. And to top it off he had pulled tone on Hangman not once, but twice. The push-up penalty was something they had kept up with from their time getting prepared for the Uranium Mission, and seeing Seresin sweat it out on the hot tarmac was just an added bonus to an already great day.

And things were only looking up because he knew you would be waiting for him at home.

He was in a great mood as he headed out to the Bronco, whistling to himself and thinking about the night he had planned for the two of you.

The keys he had been swirling around his index finger nearly dropped to the ground when Phoenix called out a sing-songy “See you later tonight, Rooster!”

That stopped him dead in his tracks, “Wait, what?”

He knew that the gleam in her sharp eyes meant she was up to no good.

“For your birthday, bird boy. We know you hate surprises, so we’re throwing you an unsurprise party. Figured a couple hour heads up would get you in the spirit,” she said with a sly smile. “Mav told me he even convinced Cyclone to have a team building day tomorrow, so I imagine everyone will be extra celebratory in your honor.”

Bradley wasn’t mad at the idea of a government sponsored beach day, but going to the Hard Deck was not on his carefully curated agenda for tonight.

“I can’t tonight. I’m pretty sure my fiancée made some plans for us tonight, sorry Nat.” He hoped the flimsy excuse didn’t sound like the complete bullshit it was. “Maybe we could grab some beers tomorrow?”

You had asked him more than a few times if he had wanted to do anything, and he kept hedging the question finding different unique and usually sweaty ways to distract you.

There was only one thing he wanted for his birthday. And it was you.

The thought that his friends might plan something on their own never even crossed his mind.

Well, shit.

“Oh no, she knows. Who do you think helped plan it?” she gloats, wagging her phone at him. Clearly reveling in his surprise and dismay. “See you later tonight!”

He didn’t dare challenge her further, not with that pointed look in her eye. Bradley already put his life in danger enough as it was, he was not going to get on Natasha Trace’s bad side.

But that didn’t stop him from dropping his head down on his steering wheel and groaning the second he was alone in his car.

He had been toying with an idea for a few weeks now. It was also probably the reason he felt so insatiable when it came to you lately, why he needed you coming against his mouth or around his fingers or on his cock any chance he could get.

And once it had crystallized, it was something he couldn’t get out of his head. It made is pulse pound erratically just to think about it.

It may be his birthday, but he had a gift in mind he wanted to give you instead.

His mouth starts watering the second he opens the door to the cozy craftsman the two of you had purchased together earlier in the year as the scent of vanilla wafts from the kitchen.

The sound of your pretty voice carries through to the front of the house as you sing along to one of the various playlists you have for whatever mood you’re in. It makes him smile as he listens to you for a moment before he closes the door, toes off his boots, and makes his way to you.

“Damn, it smells good in here.”

“Jesus, Rooster!” You spin around with a hand on your heart, wearing the Whisky Business that Mav had gotten you for your birthday, probably picked out with Penny’s help. Your face softens for a moment, as you give him that smile you always do when he comes home, before your eyebrows shoot up. “Wait! Close your eyes!”

You’re adorably flustered in the way you’re trying to use your body to block his eyes from the cake you’ve been working on.

He huffs an amused laugh, but does as you ask. Even goes the extra mile to bring his hands up to cover them, “There, happy?”

“Very,” you say indulgently. “You’re lucky I hadn’t started piping yet before you tried to send me to an early grave. Hate to break it to you, baby, but you’re not on my life insurance policy yet. If you were trying to score an early pay out before I even get your last name, you’ll have to think again.”

Bradley could not wait to marry you. He’d take you to the courthouse right this second if he thought that’s what you wanted. But he didn’t mind a few more months of waiting when he had forever to look forward to with you.

He can hear the crinkle of the plastic piping bag as you work, “And what if I’m just trying to score? You know, generally speaking.”

You boo at him congenially before laughing at his bad pun, a grin taking over his face at the sound.

Yeah, he was really fucking excited to make you his wife.

“Ok, I’m done now,” you say after a few minutes, “You can open your eyes now.”

You look entirely too pleased with yourself, there’s a playful smile on your face and you’ve got a mischievous glint in your eyes.

The glass cake stand behind you is covered with a kitchen towel, so he can’t even get a peek of at the creation through the glass dome even if he wanted to.

That’s fine, he could be patient. For the cake, at least.

You were a different story entirely.

He strides towards you and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you to in for a kiss. He can’t hold back his low moan at the taste of you. Your mouth is sweet and fruity, undoubtedly from sampling the frosting you had made.

“Mm, strawberry?” he murmurs against your mouth.

“Your favorite.”

Technically, his second. The taste of you would always be his favorite flavor, but he couldn’t wait to try that cake after he was done with you.

You pull away to grab the piping bag from the white marble counter, squeezing some of the smooth, tangy frosting onto your finger. You’re about to offer it to him when your phone pings next to you. You cheekily pop that finger in your mouth instead as you read the text, and fuck, if it doesn’t turn him on.

“It’s Nat,” you tell him, “She just wanted to confirm what time I was planning on delivering you to your unsurprise party.” Your thumbs fly over the screen as you type out your response before putting your phone back down and give him a very self-satisfied grin.

Fuck.

He had spent his commute home trying to think of a plausible excuse for getting out of the impromptu-to-him party. Fucking all rational thought out of his fiancée probably wouldn’t fly. Nor would a convenient bout of food poisoning, since he’d eaten with the rest of the team today. And Mad Cow seemed too far-fetched.

“Do we have to?” he asks weak and resigned, pinning your hand on his chest when you playfully swat at him.

He tries not to sulk, knowing he has to wait even longer to have you in the way he has been dreaming about, but the way your mouth quirks up amused tells him all he needs to know the success of that endeavor.

“Your friends want to celebrate you. I want to celebrate you, too,” you tell him, running a hand down his abs.

He knows he’s being dramatic, but right now he doesn’t care. Not when he can still taste you in his mouth.

“But I see them all day, every day,” he grumbles. He crowds you into the counter, pressing himself against your soft stomach, letting you feel how worked up he already was. “And I haven’t seen nearly enough of you today.”

“As if you didn’t have your way with me this morning,” you tease, sliding your arms around his waist, your fingers digging into the top of his ass. “Come on, it’ll be fun. You love being the center of attention.”

“I’d rather be in the center of yo-”

Your hand flies to his mouth, cutting him off.

“I swear to god, Bradley, if you finish that sentence I’ll give your entire cake to Hangman.” There’s no heat in the threat. The affection in your eyes evident, even as you exasperatedly shake your head at him.

He jokingly puts his hands up in surrender.

“Now that that’s settled,” you say with finality, “Go shower and get ready. I love you, but you smell like jet fuel and sweat.” You scrunch your nose at him before you press a kiss to his cheek and then lightly push him towards the bedroom.

Just not in the way he had been looking forward to.

Rooster had gotten himself off in the shower and even that hadn’t done anything to ease the tension that was steadily building inside of him.

He was having a good time, a great time even.

He was surrounded by all of his favorite people, the family he gained since getting called back to Top Gun. San Diego was home now and he had more than he ever hoped to get in this life.

The Hard Deck had been filled to the brim with strands of colorful streamers and clusters of balloons. A big banner had been strung up over the bar that read Happy Birthday Rooster. A large table was set up in the corner and was piled high with boxes of pizza, chips and dips, platters of poppers and roll ups, and other shareables snacks.

There was even a custom game of Pin the Jake on the Jackass taped up on the wall. He learned later that the idea had been Hangman’s contribution to the party, only after Seresin had boasted about his precision aim when he claimed his free beer for winning the game.

The sight had stopped him short and made his chest tighten when he had walked in and seen how much work had gone into decorating the bar for his unsurprise party.

You must have sensed his emotions because you had given his hand a light squeeze before pulling him further into the space.

Mav had been the first to greet him with a hug and a “You’re getting old, kid.” A moment passing between them.

Both of them knew exactly how long it had been since they’d celebrated a birthday together, and to be in this place again with the man who helped raise him meant everything.

“Yeah, yeah,” he jokingly grunted, giving him a light shove before clearing his throat, “You’ve still got a few years on me, old man.”

Mav squeezed his shoulder before stepping aside to let Penny cut in. She had been quick to wrap him up, telling him that drinks were on the house that night. And before she pulled away, she whispered conspiratorially into his ear that Mav dragged her to no less than six party supply stores trying to find just the right décor for the night.

From there it’s a flurry of faces and hardy handshakes and beers getting pressed into his hand.

Nat had curated the playlist with all of his favorite songs, Bob had made his mom’s buffalo chicken dip, and Hangman had promised to lay off the bird puns for the next twenty-four hours as a gift. And god knows, he’d take what he could get. It was perfect.

Then there was you.

You were wearing his favorite dress, he didn’t know if it was to tease him or to please him. Knowing you, it was probably both.

And it’s working because he can’t take his eyes off of you.

When he’d seen you coming out of the bedroom wearing it, it had nearly done him in.

“Honey, I’m begging. Let’s stay home. Do I gotta get on my knees?”

“Maybe tomorrow night,” you’d trilled leaning up to kiss him. Then you were gliding past him to the front door with an exaggerated sway of your hips. You left him no choice but to follow when you moved your body like that.

No one has ever driven him as crazy as you. Once you had figured that out, he never stood a chance. You knew exactly how to play him.

The only problem was no one left him alone long enough for him to tell you just how pretty you looked tonight.

Every time he thought he was going to get to have a moment with you, someone comes by to wish him happy birthday or to get him a shot or to pull him away for a game of pool.

Bradley had switched to water an hour ago. He had a vision for how this day was going to end, and he’d be damned if he didn’t get the chance to fuel some fantasies.

He loved Penny and Mav and Nat and Bob and everyone else. Even Jake. And he was having a good time, he wasn’t too proud to admit he was an attention whore and had been soaking it up. But he was desperate for you.

You were chatting with Mav and Penny over near the jukebox while he stared at you from across the room.

The bar was less busy than it had been earlier, but things were still very much in full swing. Probably due to Cyclone’s generous team building day that was planned for tomorrow, everyone was getting loose and loud.

“Rooster, man, the way you have been undressing your fiancée with your eyes is bordering on indecent,” Hangman drawls, sliding up next to him. “You’re making Bob blush. Now why don’t you grab your girl and get out of here, so that we can finally put on some good music.”

His cheek twitches as he bites back the smile, he wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He lightly shoves the smirking aviator, before patting his shoulder as he moves to make his way towards you.

You lean into him as he saddles up to you.

“Hi, Roo,” you greet him sweetly, “You having a good time?”

“I’ve had the best time, honey. But it’s been a long day, think I’m ready to head home now.” He’s grateful you have your back to the wall so he can let his hand drift from where it had been resting on your lower back, down to your ass.

He turns to the older couple and thanks them for everything. He feels a faint blush crawling up his cheeks at the knowing smile that Penny’s directing at him. Bradley watches as you hug them goodbye. When it’s his turn, Mav pulls him in tight, “Love you, kid, happy birthday.”

And with your hand in his he pulls you out the door, the sound of the music drown out by the blood rushing in his ears as he thinks about what’s to come.

finallyfinallyfinally

He pushes you against the door the second you get home and pins your hands above your head as he claims your mouth. Bradley takes advantage of your surprised gasp and slips his tongue in your mouth. Groaning when your hips rock against him in response.

This.

This is what he’d been wanting all day.

He wanted to be sharing your air, he wanted your needy noises, he wanted your legs shaking and quaking for him.

Still holding your wrists in one large hand, he drops the other to the short hem of your dress, and drags his fingers slowly up along the inside of your thigh.

“Wait, Roo, what about your cake?” The question is all ragged breath and teasing tone. He’s got his face buried in your neck, but he can sense the playful smile you’re wearing.

“Been craving somethin’ a bit sweeter.” He licks a long line up the side of your throat, “Nothing tastes as good as you, honey.”

“These puns,” you make a sound that lands somewhere between a laugh and a sigh as you drop you head back against the door. “You’ve been spending too much time around Jake.”

“Take that back,” he growls, nipping at your collarbone.

“Make me.”

A challenge. A request.

He grabs a rough handful of your ass before he hauls you up against him. Your legs wrapping around his waist immediately as you bring that hot mouth of yours to suck at the skin of his neck as he walks the two of you to the bedroom.

Bradley sits down on the edge of the bed with you straddling his lap, his hands are up your skirt and he’s gripping you so tight that he wouldn’t be surprised if he finds the contours of his fingerprints still on you tomorrow. You moan into his mouth and grind yourself against him as he strains against the zipper of his jeans.

He is so fucking hard for you.

Your breasts are so close to his mouth in this position and he is dying to get his mouth on you. He grunts out something unintelligible as he tries to pull the straps of your dress off your shoulders. And to his dismay, you pull away and move to stand up.

The blow of losing the feeling of you in his arms and pressed close against his body is lessened when your hands go to that floaty little hem of your dress as slowly pull it up and over your head.

And he swears to god in that moment his heart stops beating.

You are a vision. It’s almost painful how truly stunning you are right now standing in front of him.

His eyes don’t stay in one spot for long. They can’t. Not when there’s so much to look at. His brain only able to process small bits and pieces at a time.

Sheer. Skin. Lace. Skin. Red. Skin. Straps. Skin.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Are you kidding me?” he groans, raking his hands through his hair, trying to get a grip on himself. “You’ve had that on the whole time? Holy fucking shit, honey.”

Red. Red. Red.

You are feast for his hungry eyes. You are the rain to his drought.

Lace. Lace. Lace.

You are his everything.

Skin. Skin. Skin.

Bradley is off the bed in a flash and pulling you back into his arms for a filthy kiss. There’s nothing polite about the way his tongue invades your mouth. There’s nothing nice about the way his teeth graze your lower lip.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” he says as he grinds himself against you. “You’ve got me turned inside out. All day I’ve been counting down the hours until I could have you like this.”

He claims your mouth again, absorbing all your little sounds.

His hands coast over your body, his fingers tracing over the stitching of the thing that’s too skimpy to even be considered a bodysuit. The angular lines of the straps that crossed your body contrasted with the curves of your body and the panels of delicate lace of the lingerie that adorned you. The juxtaposition of it all was dizzying.

“I’ve been so good, kept my hands to myself during the party, didn’t throw you over my shoulder and leave with you after the second hour like I imagined doing,” he rumbles into your ear. “But I need you to know, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you touching yourself to that threesome video. All I can hear is the wet noises you made as your fingers worked yourself and your whimpers when you liked the way those men were fucking her.”

You suck in a sharp inhale.

He grins against your neck, when you make that exact sound that’s been haunting him for weeks, “God, that sound. I wanna give you everything you want, honey, everything you need. But the idea of sharing you with anyone else, I just- I’m all yours. And the idea of letting someone hear your needy sounds or-fuck- someone seeing your pretty face when you come, it makes me feel out of control.”

“Bradley, I only want you. I promise, just you.” You’ve got the fabric of his shirt clenched in your fists.

“Hey, hey, I know that,” he says soothingly, taking your face in his hands, “You’re wearing my ring, you’re all I want too, honey.”

Your eyes flutter at the admission and you say his name with a sigh.

“I’m so fucking desperate for you all the damn time. And if you’re willing to try something with me, I think I know how to give you-”

You cut him off, nodding rapidly, “Yes, Bradley, yes.”

He releases a little laugh at your enthusiasm, stroking your cheek with this thumb, “I haven’t even told you what I’m thinking yet.”

“With you, it’s always yes. Easily. Every time.”

His heart stumbles over the sheer amount of trust you are giving him. That he’s earned this gift from you, that you hand it over to him so unequivocally.

He wants to get down on his knees and propose to you all over again. He loves you so much, he doesn’t know how he lived his life until you waltz in and rocked his world.

Bradley pulls your face to his and shows you how much you mean to him with his mouth.

The kiss is all unreserved passion and heat, it’s deep and wet and thorough. Your lips on his, moving against him, taking what you want, giving what you want. It’s all he needs. And he loses himself in the feeling of being this close to you, getting to have you this way.

You are a flurry of hands as you work to pull his shirt off. Your fingers and lips skimming along the newly exposed skin of his body. He stops you with a hand on your wrist when you grasp him through his jeans.

“This is about you, I want to give you everything,” he tells you, voice rough with want. “If we start and you’re not into it, we stop. If you change your mind during, you let me know and we stop. And then I will happily make your legs shake in whatever way you want me to.”

You nod at him, your breathing coming out in quick pants.

“Nuh-uh, need to hear you say it. Is this something you want?”

“Yes, Bradley. I want to try this with you, whatever it is. I want it and I want it with you,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“And if you change your mind at any point?” he prompts.

“I’ll tell you.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs lowly as he holds your gaze, “Now go get my cock.”

Your eyes widen in a way that he would find amusing under any other circumstance, but right now, his resolve is being pulled taut.

He gives your waist a reassuring squeeze before he jerks his chin towards the bathroom. You pull him in for a quick, heated kiss before turning to go do as he asked, giving him a view of the barely there string of the thong that disappeared between the cheeks of your perfect ass.

He is quick to unbuckle his belt and shuck off his jeans, sighing in relief as he palms himself through his briefs.

The kit had been a gag gift that one of you had somehow ended up with after a very drunken and chaotic white elephant exchange with the Dagger Squad over Christmas Eve.

It had been comical at first when you’d gotten home and set the box on the counter, still tipsy off Coyote’s mother’s recipe for hot buttered rum, both of you a little giggly and a little curious.

It was less funny when you’d whispered in his ear for him to read the instructions before you’d dropped down to your knees in front of him in the kitchen, he’d had to read them twice before the letters on the page formed coherent words.

And then it was downright humorless when twenty-four hours later you fucked yourself on it. His knuckles white as he gripped the armrests of the chair he sat in as he watched you take and take and take.

You’d told him afterwards that you liked the real thing better, so it was something that you saved for when he was away for training or deployments when you were needy and missing him. Plus, the two of you had other things you liked to use in the bedroom.

He’s been teetering on the edge for weeks, the mental image of you taking both of his cocks has been driving him to near madness. And now you’re in front of him wearing that holding the opaque replica of his cock in your hands.

Rooster feels the last threads of his self-control fray and snap, “Get on the bed for me.”

It almost feels like a fever dream the way you crawl onto the bed. As you settle yourself in the middle leaning back on one arm, your breasts pushed out enticingly, and your legs propped open wide and welcoming for his greedy eyes, “This work for you, birthday boy?”

You make a squeak as he grabs your ankle and pulls you down so that you’re sprawled flat on the bed. He runs his hands up your thighs slowly, watching as the goosebumps trail in his wake. And then he roughly flips you over, sliding a couple of his fingers under the thin string nestled against the center of you, and pulls it over the globe of your ass.

You’re already glistening for him.

“Yeah, honey, this works for me.”

With the gusset of your indecent lingerie out of his way, he flips you onto your back once again. He takes a half-step back to kick off his briefs before coming to stand between your open legs. Rooster doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard in his life as he towers over you.

You’re all soft skin and red lace and kiss swollen lips and pupils blown wide with want.

He crooks a finger for you to hand over his cock. He likes the flush that is working it was across your cheeks as you pass it to him.

You’ve spent more time with this than he has, so he takes a moment examining it. The feel of it in his hand more familiar than he expected it to be. He’s not too proud to say it’s a good-looking cock, so he does. And then enjoys the way you dreamily nod in agreement, entirely enthralled with his hand is wrapped around it.

He holds your gaze as he brings it up to his mouth and spits on the head.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, wide-eyed and rubbing your thighs together.

He smirks as he works the silicone cock like he would his own. Running his thumb under the wide, flared head. Treating with a turn of his wrist before stroking back down.

“Gotta warm it up for you,” he murmurs, whisky smooth.

Up. Twist. Down. Squeeze.

“Oh my god, Bradley. Fuck. Fuck me.”

Up. Twist. Down. Squeeze.

“I promise my cocks will treat you real nice, honey.”

“Only want yours.”

He brushes back some of the hair from your face as looks down at you. “If it’s too much, you’ll tell me. You’re the one in control here, got it?”

Your enthusiastic nod, fills him with something dark and smoky.

The diamond on your ring finger catches the light as you reach out for him and he climbs on the bed next to you, kneeling close to your head. You scoot yourself closer to him, turning your face towards him to press a few sweet kisses to his straining thighs before you take him in your hand.

He releases a soft groan when you start to mouth at his cock. Teasing him with little kitten licks, tracing the veins long his shaft. And then you’re sucking on his head, tongue flicking out over the slit. He drops his head back reveling in the sensation of your wet, hot mouth on him. As you give him exactly what you want to give him.

And then you’re taking him deep and moaning around him.

“Christ, that mouth. Keep doing that.”

You’re looking up at him with such need in your eyes, your fingers are digging into his hip as you squirm on the bed trying to seek some relief of your own.

“I got you, honey, I got you. I’ll give you what you need.” He leans over and lines up his twin cock with the center of you, watching as you give around the opaque silicone, “Gonna give you both my cocks.”

You pull off him and whimper his name, still working him with a hand as you press your forehead into his thigh overwhelmed by the stretch. He firmly pushes it all the way inside of you holding it there for moment as you gasp against him, breathing hard.

“Oh, I-” You gasp as he pulls it out completely, tapping the thick head again your clit before filling you back up again to the hilt.

He can’t look away from the way you roll your hips against his hand.

“Look at you, honey, already so wrecked and you only have one of my cocks in you.”

He can tell it’s a struggle for you to lift your head and look at him, never one to shy away from a challenge, and then it’s his turn to whine as you hold his gaze and take him back in your mouth.

You reach a hand up and run it up along his abs. His stomach tenses as you tease your fingers along him.

Rooster doesn’t know what he finds hotter the way your pillowy lips are wrapped around him or the way your wet pussy is clinging to his likeness as he pumps it in and out of you. Your cunt leaking around it, now slick and shiny with the evidence of how turned on you were.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking wet. Can you feel how it’s just slipping in and out of you? God, you’re so fucking pretty like this.”

You moan your agreement.

It takes a bit of maneuvering for him to get the angle just right, with the slight give of the silicone, but he knows the moment it hits that spot inside of you from the wanton sound the claws its way out of you.

“No, no. You gotta keep those legs open for me so I can fuck you there too. Come on, take what you want.” He groans his satisfaction was you start to rock and rutt yourself against him, as you chase your high.

He reaches down and threads his fingers in your hair, gently guiding your pace, as you sucked and licked and drooled around him. You knew how much he liked it messy and you were treating him so well. You hollowed out your cheeks as you took him deep, gagging on him.

“I know they’re big,” he croons, “You don’t have anything to prove, honey. It’s the position, isn’t it?” You nod feebly, looking up at him with your big eyes. “Don’t worry, I know how good you are at taking me. You’re doing so good. Always make me feel so damn good. Such a sweet mouth.”

Your eyes flutter shut at the praise.

He collects the tears that are accumulating in the corner of your eye with the hand that’s not currently occupied by fucking you.

“You feeling good, pretty girl?”

“Feel so full, Roo.” Your body is covered with a sheen of sweat, he wants to lick it from where it’s collecting the hollow of your neck.

“Yeah?” he grunts, “Tell me how much you like this.”

“So much, so much. It’s so fucking good, oh my god.” You suck him back into your mouth, sliding you hand up the back of his thigh to grip his ass.

“Such a good girl telling me what you like and taking what you want.”

The two of you fall into a rhythm, you work his cock while he works you with its twin. He can hear how wet you are even over your needy sounds and his ragged breathing. Your body is writhing beneath him in pleasure.

He knows you’re close from the way you are whimpering. He leans over to get his fingers on your clit with his other hand. The change of angle forcing you to take him deeper down your throat.

“Want you to come on my cock, can you do that for me?”

Instead of answering him, you just bob your head up and down quicker along his length.

Your body is tight with tension as you moan around him. He can feel his pulse pounding as he works you with quick, short strokes until you’re crying out and trembling beneath him.

He pulls his wet, warm cock from your mouth as he continues to pump you full of himself as he draws out your orgasm, wanting to hear every sinful sound that comes out of your pretty mouth unobstructed. Stopping when he sees the signs of your sensitivity.

Bradley pulls the imitation of him from your spent body and sets it to the side, then he gathers you in his arms to hold you as you come down.

He tenderly brushes off some of the sweaty strands away from your face. Your eyes are slightly glazed over, but you’re wearing the softest smile for him.

With his thumb he glides over your full bottom lip, shiny with spit and his precum. He wipes it way affectionately before slipping it into his mouth, savoring the taste of both of you combined on his tongue.

You surprise him when you surge forward for a kiss, your arm wrapping around his neck to pull him on top of you. You’re loose-limbed and pliant underneath him. He loves feeling the contrast of your softness and the lace you’re wearing against his skin.

“How are you feeling? Do you need a break or do you want to stop?”

“I’m so, so good. I-I really like this, Bradley, I don’t want to stop. At least, not yet.” He slides a hand along your jaw, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. You sigh into his parted mouth, “It’s your birthday, but why do I feel like I am the one getting the getting the special treatment?”

“Oh honey, if only you knew how many hours I lost thinking about you like this,” he says dragging his mustache down your neck, letting his tongue dip out to taste the sweat on your skin like he had been dying to earlier. You shiver at the sensation. “I’m definitely enjoying this too. Thank you for trusting me and letting me give you this.”

You trail a finger down the bridge of his nose and lean in for another kiss.

“Well now I know why you’ve been so keyed up. Not that I’m complaining, but you’ve been relentless lately,” you say teasingly as you trace a finger low on his stomach.

He is reminded just how hard he still is, now that he knows you’re doing ok. Or in this case, more than ok. He can see the desire still in your eyes as you gaze at him.

He huffs and amused laugh. “Didn’t hear you complainin’, pretty thing. In fact, you sounded pretty damn greedy to me.” He drops his mouth to your ear, “‘More, Bradley’, ‘Harder, Bradley’, ‘Another one, Bradley’. Any of that ring a bell, honey?”

“Now that doesn’t sound like me.”

“It doesn’t?”

“Nope.”

“I must have fucked you really good if you can’t remember that,” he taunts proudly. “Huh, maybe you should try out a few for me. Just to see if it’ll jog your memory.”

You give him cheeky grin.

“More, Bradley.” You place kiss after kiss along his jaw. “Harder, Bradley.” That tricky hand of yours moves lower and lower until you have him in your palm. You grip him just right and work him with a pressure you know he likes, your movement eased by the wetness your mouth left behind. “Another one, Bradley,” you whisper, your teeth grazing his earlobe.

“Tell me what you want,” he groans as you rub yourself against him, the gusset of that wicked red lace number damp with your need. “Still gotta make those legs shake.”

“Want your cocks again, Roo.”

There’s a desperate edge to the desire he has for you now that he knows just how much you like taking both of him at once.

You make a noise of displeasure has he pulls himself from your body and gets off the bed. He leans down and hooks is arms under your thighs, then roughly pulls you down to the edge. Your legs lock around his waist as you try to rock against him, he sets a hand on your hipbone and presses down, stopping your movements.

“You want these cocks, huh?” He grinds himself against you, smirking at the way you whine. “Go ahead, show me how much you want them. If you want both, you’ve got earn ‘em.”

The muscles of his stomach tense as you reach over and pick up the copy of him, still shiny from your cunt. And a feral groan rips from him when your left hand grasps the base, stroking it the same way you had just stroked him.

You look up at him with your big, innocent eyes as you stick your tongue out and lave at the head of the opaque cock.

“Do you like the way you taste on my cock?” You give him a filthy grin as you let out a satisfied mm-hmm. “Dirty girl,” he murmurs, coarse and proud.

He reaches down and pulls the poor excuse for a thong back again from where it’s slipped back into place, exposing your pussy to his eyes. Wet and swollen and perfect and his.

They way you’re licking the cock in your hands is driving him wild.

“Stop teasing, I know how deep you can take me. C’mon, I wanna see it.”

Your eyes flutter at the demand, your lips stretching around the width of him. Your thumb strokes up and down along the life-like vein, and he swears he can almost feel the gentle touch of it on his own cock.

He thumbs at your clit, watching intensely as you savor your own taste and take him. He gives you just enough pressure to make your hips chase after the feeling for more.

“Now who’s the tease?” you whine petulantly, still seeking more of his touch. “I’ve earned it. Give me both.”

And as if to prove a point you take him in your mouth all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me. Yeah, I think you’ve earned it too,” he readily agrees, speeding up the circles he is making on you. “Would you like it if I prepared you like I prepared that cock?”

Your mouth drops open at the suggestion. It’s not something the two of you have done before, but you seemed to like it when he did it earlier.

“Yes, yes,” you breathe.

He applies more pressure to that sensitive part of you, “But you’re already so wet, honey, do you think you need it?” His grin is sharp as you squirm against him.

“Bradley, please.” It’s a whimpered plea.

With his thumb and forefinger, he opens you up further and releases a slow, steady drop of saliva onto your waiting cunt. You gasp as it connects with you, as you clench against nothing. He feels himself twitch at the sight.

You both moan when he thrusts into you. How he’s held off for so long, he has no clue. Your body is his sanctuary. Nothing else on this earth compares to the way you feel as you accept and welcome him into you.

“You just took me and you’re still so tight for me. Jesus,” he grunts as his hips snap against yours. “You’re so damn beautiful. Wish you could see how good you take my cocks.”

You preen under his filthy compliments and appreciative gaze. Making a show of taking his twin back in your greedy mouth, as your free hand works to pull out your breasts out of the lace cups for him.

For as much as he is giving you, you are giving it to him right back. You are the best thing that has ever happened to him.

His blood feels hot in his veins as he thrusts into you, deep and hard. You are warm and wet and perfect.

Any and all self-control has been long stripped away, and it’s all he can do to focus on your desperate keens and whimpers.

“I know, I know it’s good. You can be loud, let me hear how much you like it.” With his permission you pull off of him, the silicone still loosely gripped in your hand as your arm flops down to your side.

“You feel so good, Bradley. I wanted this, wanted you so bad.”

Bradley is so gone for you. You ruined him for anyone else the moment he met you. You make him feel whole and reckless and wild and safe. He was going to give you everything. You’re his.

“Who does this mouth and cunt belong to?”

“‘s yours.” You’re breathing hard now.

“Sure is,” he rasps, “and who do these cocks belong to?”

“Mine, they’re mine.”

“Damn right, honey. All yours. Fuck me, look at you. Treating your cocks so well. Fucking perfect mouth, fucking perfect cunt.”

He says you name and waits until you look at him through your watery lashes. And then his says it again, this time adding on his last name.

You flutter around him as your body erupts in goosebumps.

“Oh you liked that, huh?” The blistering primal satisfaction that fills his chest only ratchets up his need for you, “I do too. I really fucking like it.”

He repeats it over and over and over as he loses himself in you.

You were his. You were going to be his forever.

He is yours.

“Bradley!” you cry out after a powerful thrust, “Yes, yes, you’re mine.” He didn’t even know he was saying that aloud so high off your body, from watching you take both of his cocks like he was made just for you.

He gets a hand under your ass, keeping you moving against him. The sounds of sex fill the bedroom of the home he has built with you. He can feel the coiling sensation taking root in the base of his spine as your hand smooths up your body to clutch at your breast.

There’s no holding back the feral grin that overtakes his face when your legs start to tremble and quiver.

“That’s right, honey, only my cock can make your legs shake like this,” he says, rough and ruined. “Always gonna take care of you.”

Your back arches and bows off the bed when he works his thumb in rapid circles against your clit, getting you closer and closer to your release. The two of you are past words, past thoughts. Both chasing that all-encompassing blinding pleasure.

Your body pulled tight, tighter, tightest as he fucks into you until you are quaking and writhing and coming.

And with you over the edge, his own climax reaches a tipping point, and with a guttural groan, he lets go too.

He comes and comes and comes.

Bradley had peppered you with kisses and whispered all kinds of soft praise in to your ear as you had both floated back down surrounded in a rosy-hued aura.

You did so good, pretty girl. So, so good. You’re perfect.

You had whimpered when he pulled out of you, not wanting him to move an inch, not wanting him to do anything than run his gentle hands over you. You were always especially clingy afterwards.

And then he had coaxed you off the bed and out of that pretty red lace and into the shower with him. He lathered you with that expensive body wash as you leaned against him. He had dropped tender kisses along your shoulder as he dried you off with the fluffiest towel he could find.

The two of you still look entirely fucked out as you cuddled in bed eating the birthday cake you had made him.

A stroke of genius on your part.

The glass cake stand rests on his thigh as the two of you take forkfuls directly from the cake as some sitcom rerun plays in the background.

“This is so good, honey,” he moans around another bite. He loves the way your face lights up at the compliment.

“Yeah? You really like it?” you ask all sweet anticipation.

He leans in giving you a deep, sated kiss.

“Mm, definitely my favorite,” he murmurs. “Although, shouldn’t this say ‘best dicks ever’?”

He had been expecting to see maybe a simple Happy Birthday, instead he was endlessly amused to see Best Dick Ever piped across the top of the cake.

You bury your face into his neck and laugh. The sound makes him chuckle too.

“Well, I’ve still got extra frosting,” you say pulling away to grin up at him, “That’s something we can make happen.” You jokingly move to get out of bed.

He makes a dissatisfied grunt as he pulls you back to him, “Don’t you even think about get out of this bed.”

You look pleased as you nestle into him, tucking yourself even closer against him, “Don’t think my legs would work anyways, you fucked me too good.”

“Damn right, I did.” His tone is all smug pride as he leans down to kiss you.

“Happy birthday, Bradley,” you murmur against his mouth. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. Thank you for everything, honey, this was the best day.”

According to the clock, his birthday has been over for one hour and forty-seven minutes, but you will always be the best gift he could have ever hoped for.

Happy Birthday, Rooster! Thank you for your slutty little waist and your slutty little strut and your slutty little shimmy. Here's to the man who launched 1000 fics and all the THOTS.

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n3ptoonz · 1 month

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'Permission'

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/F!Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, reader is a captain, from virginia, and an admiral's daughter, power dynamic, use of ma'am/captain, rough sx, reader's call sign is "shadow", dialogue heavy, thigh fucking, alternating between names and call signs on purpose

Word count: 3.2k+

Two months ago you were going through a long transfer process. It only took forever for you to finally get the call to be set at one specific station. One would think that being the kid of an admiral would make the process quicker but they're wrong. Apparently the scheduling kept moving around and there was some big mission going on overseas on the west coast, you were supposed to be Captain of that mission but they had to quickly call in someone far more experienced than you. Must have been dire, you think to yourself.

In retrospect, it was worth it because now you were being introduced to the Dagger squad by the very man your dad constantly droned on about even though they didn't even work for the same station. It's pretty funny to you that word travels fast even if it is coast to coast. You loved Virginia, but damn you could use some new scenery.

Let's back up a little bit, this isn't really your first introduction to the Dagger squad. When you first arrived to San Diego a few days prior you had heard about a bar that the aviators go to hang out and relax before missions. Though you didn't anticipate this beaming heat, already forgetting where you were; feeling a little overdressed in your leather jacket and jeans, the heat in the bar didn't make it any better. At least you had on a plain white tee underneath.

"You're new." you hear a man say behind you at the bar. You placed your beer down and swiveled the stool you were sitting on to face him in curiosity. He was already smiling at you with some unbelievably white teeth. From his face alone he looked like a cocky guy that thinks he could get any woman to swoon over that grin.

You almost did. Almost

"You're observant." you reply, sounding a little drier than you intended. You reached out your hand to shake his and said your name to clear the air a bit. He chuckles to himself and introduces himself too with a firm handshake. Jake Seresin.

"I meant more to this city. You don't look like a Cali native. I get that feeling since I'm also not. Let me guess..." he squints at you before huffing and folding his arms dramatically, bringing a finger up to his chin. "East coast."

"Impressive." you nodded, "What gave it away?"

"Well, It's 5 in the afternoon on the hottest day of the week and you're wearing a leather jacket with jeans." he said, taking a swig. "When you live here long enough you track things like this to avoid the inevitable heatstroke."

"Inevitable?" you inquired.

"Yeah, I mean it just gets so hot that ya just wanna take your clothes off. Not my rules." he puts his hands up on feigned defense, and in your peripheral vision you spot another guy walking up behind him as he peers over his should.

"Is this man bothering you, ma'am?" he says with a stern look but it was quite obvious he's hiding a smile--if you didn't blink, you could see his mustache twitch. You lightly chuckle at Jake's expression dropping at the guy's presence before waving it off dismissively.

"We were just having a chat."

"Yeah, Bradshaw. Why don't you go over there and feel like you can win at something for once?" Jake says turning to him and pointing at the pool table, flashing a very fake flashy smile at him. When you looked over you saw a lot more people over there joking around and getting frustrated over pool.

Bradshaw, huh.

The man poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue at Jake before visibly looking like he's decided against getting into it with him. You had a feeling it was because you were watching. He turned to you and pushed past Jake to do a playful bow, his forearm meeting his torso before lowering his head.

"Bradley Bradshaw at your service." he chimes and looks up at you with a cheeky smile before standing to his full height. You were about to say something when the nice bartender lady, Penny, leaned on the bar counter next to you and told them to scram. Both looking like scolded kids, they went to head off when Bradley looked over his shoulder to wink with a smile and walking off. You swiveled your stool back towards her with a smile in acknowledgment.

"Aviators." she mused before sighing and patting your hand twice, heading back over to the waiting customers.

"This is your Captain for this mission. She is an esteemed officer with a hell of a reputation to uphold and credentials to showcase. She is the perfect fit for this mission since she specializes in communications from the ground, as this mission has much to do with which 4 pilots can stop these three underground plants from exploding. Her call sign is 'Shadow.'" Pete says with a faint smile, almost like a proud dad before stepping back and offering you the podium to give more details.

As you stepped up you got a good view of everyone's expression looking vastly different for different reasons. Hangman pinched his nose before sighing and looking up at you, he couldn't believe he didn't ask who you were that day...which was literally yesterday. Rooster tried to keep that same serious expression again, but damn it he couldn't be anymore obvious he wanted to laugh. The others shared glances with each other and back at the two. They must've caught hell on the way back to pool.

"Thank you, Maverick." you nodded towards him. "I have heard a lot about you guys, but we are going to need just four people in the air; two planes." you stated and turned to pull up a map on the screen behind you. "As mentioned before there are three plants close to this city, but not so close that flying over it would disturb it. The only thing that would, would be the actual explosion. From the collected data, it has a radius of 4 klicks in every direction."

"Captain?"

You turned your head to see Rooster with his index finger up after stating your title.

"Lieutenant." you ackowledged him and gestured for him to continue. After reading their files you know already know all there is to know, including call signs. But he didn't call you Shadow.

"How will you determine who goes in the air? Since this requires four pilots at most-"

"I was getting to that." you said. Your expression couldn't get any more flat if you wanted to. It wasn't on purpose, you just do hate being interrupted. Especially during a debriefing.

"Apologies, Captain." he cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat.

You gave a small nod before going over the rest in complete detail so there was no confusion. You did accept a few more questions, but once that was over they were dismissed and headed towards the planes. Fixing your stack of papers you just caught Rooster looking at you again at the very last second over his shoulder. Although you did want to see what this was about before anything else continued without knowing what was going on.

"Rooster." you called out to him before he left out the door. Stopping in his tracks he shamelessly watched you walk over to him. The closer you got he tensed up and stood there at attention.

"Am I going to be a distraction to you?"

"...Permission to speak freely?" he asked with a hint of mischief in his voice. So much for stern expressions.

"Granted."

"Absolutely." he stated. He took a pause and saw you didn't find that very funny, blank stare and all. "Um, no. No distractions here, ma'am. Uh, Captain...Shadow, ma'am." he cleared his throat and sniffed, still looking away from you.

"Are you sure? Because if you're not fit for this mission-"

"No distractions here, ma'am."

You nodded and patted his shoulder. "Good." you say and walk past him. "At ease." you called out, hearing him sigh from inside the room.

Two, long hours of frustration, bickering between the pilots, and losing count of whoever got how many push ups later, you came outside to hand out waters. Even if you were slightly annoyed you still had to build trust with this new squad you've been assigned to. It was Hangman, Bob, Coyote, and Rooster doing their last 35 push ups as the others drearily went back inside for some cold air and to feel their limbs again.

"15 more to go, boys." you said cradling the i've cold water bottles in your arms. In all honesty they wanted to collapse when it was over, but now that a woman has arrived that was out of the question. They all just slowly stood up in collective pained grunts and took the water, Bob being the only one that said thanks before downing it.

You had to admit... watching Rooster's fitted black shirt stretch against his tanned, sweat-glistened biceps during and after those push ups played in loop at the forefront of your brain from the time you came out here to now. The sheer determination on his face to get that shit over with...hm.

Were you really going to risk your career for a tall, hot, sun kissed man that could probably be wanting to sleep with you so he can get an advantage? Absolutely no-

"Do you like pizza?" Rooster's voice--though a bit out of breath--cut through your thoughts like a freshly sharpened knife. You almost jolted.

"From time to time. Why?"

He shifts his movements before glancing at the entrance, seeing the other pilots mocking him in the door.

"Perhaps when this week is over-"

"Are you about to ask me out on a date?"

"Maybe I am."

"Lieutenant."

He took a pause and quirked his head with a small smile. "Yes, I am."

"Bold." you said. "Real bold." you crossed your arms and turned to the door, seeing the others scrambling to get back inside. Heading towards the door you could almost feel him about to say something,

"My office. Two hours."

"You have an office?" he asked with that same damn cheeky smile present in his words, you didn't even need to turn around.

"Three hours."

"Okay, okay, I'm so-" he groaned in frustration. Bad and good. You used your title to your advantage and he just found that so-

"Hot." he muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry?" you leaned forward in your chair onto your file-cluttered desk.

He opened and closed his mouth trying to recollect the conversation. "Sorry, what was the question?"

"I asked you, besides yourself, who you think could be fit for this mission." you cocked your head in confusion. "Are you distracted, Rooster?"

"No, ma'am."

"Then answer the question."

"Can't really say. It's a good amount of us who have exceptional abilities. And Hangman." he said. One of the few times he sounded dead ass serious.

"But if you had to pick..." you pressed. You were going to take his words with a grain of salt. This was a test. Over the last three hours you did the same thing with everybody else and ordered them not to tell anybody.

"If I had to pick," he mused, "Besides me, Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy."

"Hm, okay, thank you." you immediately started filling in notes again.

"Um," he muttered, "You never gave me an answer earlier," you looked up at him, "ma'am."

You placed your pen down, standing up from your chair and rounding the desk until you were standing in front of him.

"I have been here for all about a week and you are already trying to make moves on me. I could write you up."

"Will you," he says now looking at you. "Captain?"

The sound of his voice uttering your rank at such a register with intent and a taste of rasp made your jaw clench.

"Should I?"

"I think you would've already." he challenged.

You hum at that sentiment and head back to your chair. "Yes." you say while writing notes again.

"Sorry?"

"I like pizza and I will go on a date with you." you said as you kept writing. "Do not think this gives you any advantages over anyone else. Because it surely will not."

"If you have a bad time." he says, but his smirk quickly falling upon seeing your unamused expression once again.

"No adavantages, noted."

The date went well. It was a nice, fun evening of drinking, eating, dancing, flirting, Bradley occastionally saying "Ma'am" just to get your reaction. The way you kept playfully scolding him when he would act all proper around you ran circles around his mind. Your pencil khaki skirt that was just above the knees bunching up around your thighs with every movement. He wanted to get you out of here as quick as possible.

But at the end of the day, he is still a gentleman. Even if he is strong enough to pick you up against the closest wall and have his way with you.

He offered to take you home since he picked you up from the base. The ride back was relatively quiet but no signs of awkwardness. Just soft jazz buzzing quietly on the radio.

Upon arrival he decided against walking you to your door just in case and not cross any boundaries. You were still his superior, and who was he to think he could sleep with you? He presumes you had a good time but that is it. These things take time.

You thanked him for a nice outing and taking you home. Approaching your door you looked over your shoulder as you unlocked it, turning to face forward before slowly walking in and leaving the door open.

Bradley felt his heart leap out of his chest. Is this really happening? You're...letting him in?

In such a short span of time you could hear him parking and nearly teleport to your door. And as soon as you heard it close, he could not get one word in once your lips locked with his. His hands fell right to your hips to pull you closer. Half of him was completely caught off guard, but the other was making that blood flow right to his pants.

Panting softly as he backed away, he glided his hands down your hips and stopped right at the small of your back.

"Permission to speak freely." he said breathlessly. You'd think he ran a mile.

"Denied." you said in a sing-songy, whispery tone against his lips. His lips pulled into a smirk as he did that tongue-in-cheek gesture again.

"Permission to act freely?" his fingers wandered to the hem of your skirt. Your eyes darted to from his lips to his eyes the second you felt his fingers brushing against your bare thigh.

"...Granted." was the only word he needed to hear to pin you to the closest wall, and slide it up just under your ass. You were facing the wall with your hands planted to keep balance. The warmth of his breath and palms gripping and groping you freely made your knees slightly buckle.

"I won't utter a word until you give me the say-so." he whispered against your ear. You could hear his zipper coming undone and shuffling sounds until feeling his warm, throbbing dick in between your thighs. You both inhaled sharply at this. He pulled at the flesh of your upper thighs for easier access and start thrusting himself against your already soaked underwear.

There was something about not fully seeing your naked body but the lewd image of him sliding between your thighs that could make a grown man cry. It didn't help that your shaky sighs and very slight rocking of your hips were becoming more obvious by the second.

His hands went from your hips to his arms wrapping around your waist, back flush to his chest. He was right, he has not uttered a single word this whole time. Which was only like seven minutes but felt like thirty. He only grunted and sighed as he couldn't take his hands off of you, but he needed more. There was a part of you that did want to see if he could cum like this though. The friction was coated in your own fluids of arousal, and you wondered what his cum would look like on your thighs.

You swear for a split second you could hear him whine against your neck. He held you tighter and moments later you felt a warm liquid trickling down your thighs when his hips met yours. His breathed hitched the second he pulled back. Now it was your turn to be cut off by a kiss. He lightly tapped under your thigh so you could straddle him. Once you were hoisted up into his arms your brain was void of all that superior crap, you just needed him to be inside of you within the next five seconds.

"You can speak freely now," your voice just above a whisper and cupping his jaw, "Lieutenant."

"Wall or chair?" he asked, his tone much more cocky now since you used his rank.

"I gave you permission to act freely, didn't I?"

As if you hadn't said anything but a word, your back met the comfort of the soft living chair next to the couch. After swiftly sliding your underwear off he wasted no time slamming into you and bottoming out, eleciting a choked out and surprised gasp from you.

Both your legs were slung over his shoulder as he went to town and his arms caged you in when his hands gripped both arm chairs. He huffed with every stroke and tried to keep his composure, but you were so wet and nearly slippery he could die smiling.

One glance at your pleasure-contorted face made his movements stutter. You bit your fist to stop yourself from letting the entire neighborhood know what was going on at exactly midnight.

"You close?" his hoarse voice woke you from whatever haze you were falling under. You nodded lazily and whined, now gripping the pillow behind you.

"Are you?" you asked and moved one of your legs to his other shoulder so he could come closer to you.

"Not without your permission." he whispered against your lips, stilling his movements just enough to kiss your g spot. You cursed at the feeling and caressed his cheekbone.

"We will cum together." you said with a kiss, quickly broken when he somehow fucked into you deeper than before. Not even five pumps in you both reached climax. Bradley pulled out just time and made sure to lift your shirt and make a mess on your stomach. You on the other hand were trembling for a few moments before you felt your muscles relax finally.

He carefully peeled himself off of you and helped you stand up, holding your hips for support.

"You sure I won't get an advantages after all this?" he playfully asked. Almost instant teasing regret hits him the second the question comes out his mouth.

"...Denied."

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justabigassnerd · 1 year

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Arguments

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 3,743

Warnings - broken bones, injuries, inaccurate medical scenes, idk hospital stuff, arguing, yelling, swearing, angst, Jake's a bit of an ass in this

Summary - you get injured while out with Bradley, which kicks Jake into 'dad mode' and causes an argument

A/N - hey y'all! sorry it's been a hot minute since I last uploaded a fic! I have been finishing up uni so it's been a bit all over the place. anyway I won't keep you long with this A/N, it's a new part of Hangman junior and as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

Jake and Bradley had never been a couple to argue. They had a ‘let’s agree to disagree’ mindset when it came to anything the two could potentially make a spat out of. When kids at your school complained about their parents arguing you couldn’t help but feel bad for them because your dad and Bradley never argued. You knew arguing was commonplace between most couples and you were sure that your dad and Bradley would argue at least once during their relationship and all you could hope was that you wouldn’t bear witness to it.

One day, while Jake was out with Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy, you and Bradley decided to head to the nearest park and have a walk around to enjoy the warm spring weekend. The park was bustling with parents and children, couples, and the elderly. It seemed as if everyone had the same idea as you and Bradley, not that you’d complain about it, it made you happy to see so many people out and about. You watched as parents swung their children in between them as their child shrieked with laughter, you saw couples having picnics, tossing grapes at each other to see if they could catch them in their mouths, and you saw elderly people sat together by the pond, tossing grain out for the ducks who greedily darted to the food as they quacked noisily.

“Did you ever do stuff like this with your parents? Go to the park?” You ask curiously, looking up at Bradley to gauge his reaction, worried you might have upset him with the words you didn’t think about before they left your mouth.

“Parks, very rarely, I was more of a beach guy, my parents too. According to my mum, my dad had to drag me almost kicking and screaming from the beach when it was time to go home.” Bradley chuckles, reminiscing on the faint memories he had with his parents.

“Your parents sound like they were lovely people. I wish I could’ve met them.” You say, smiling softly at Bradley who lifts his hand and ruffles your hair with a smile of his own.

“Oh, they would’ve loved you. My mum especially.” Bradley says as he surveys the park, watching a dog bounding across the park as its owner tosses a ball across the grass. He had always wanted a dog growing up, maybe he’d speak to Jake about adding a pet to the family.

“I bet I would’ve loved them too.” You reply, your smile not fading as you look back across the park. You and Bradley continue your walk, admiring the sights and the birds flying overhead. As you walk through the park, you begin to head down some steps to walk along a lower path of the park but just as you near the bottom of the stairs, your ankle rolls and you tumble down the remaining stairs, hearing a crack from your right arm as it shot out to try and stop your fall.

“y/n! Are you hurt?” Bradley said worriedly, darting to your side and crouching alongside you as you cradled your arm and blinked back tears.

“My arm hurts, I heard it crack. I think it’s broken” You say, fighting to keep your voice from wobbling at the pain. Bradley pulls his hoodie off, using it to make a makeshift sling to keep your arm still, apologising quickly when you wince in pain.

“Just your arm? Nothing else? You didn’t hit your head or anything?” Bradley asks, avoiding touching your arm as he scans you over for any other injuries.

“My ankle hurts a little, but my arm is the worst.” You admit, leaning against Bradley as he eases you up onto your feet. Glancing around you see concerned onlookers who glance away the second you make eye contact with them and continue on their way.

“Can you walk? We should get you to the hospital and the Bronco is almost a five-minute walk away.” Bradley asks softly, watching you wince as you accidentally jog your arm.

“Yeah, I can walk. I’ll be fine.” You say, trying to assure Bradley that you’ll be okay. With a slight nod, Bradley leads you to the Bronco, carefully helping you into the front passenger seat and helping you plug in your seat belt before rounding the car to get in the driver’s seat.

“I’ll call your dad when you’re getting treated. I don’t want him to worry too much.” Bradley says as he begins driving to the hospital, fighting the urge to speed the whole way there. He was silently dreading Jake’s reaction to this. You were the most precious thing in the world to Jake and he’d shoot into overprotective dad mode whenever you were in a situation where you could get hurt. Bradley also knew how Jake reacted when you were hurt.

“It’s dad. He will worry no matter what.” You say with a weak smile as you glance over at Bradley who shakes his head with a soft laugh, trying to alleviate his concerns.

It didn’t take Bradley long to drive to the hospital, helping you out once he parked and leading you into the building. He approaches the receptionist and explains what happened and the receptionist simply hands him some paperwork and a pen and tells him to fill it out in the waiting room. Bradley heads with you into the waiting room and sits down in one of the uncomfortable seats and stares at the paperwork in front of him. You provide him with the answers he needs and not long after finishing the paperwork, a nurse enters the waiting room and calls your name.

“You go on ahead, kid. I’ll call Jake.” Bradley whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before you get up and follow the nurse. The second you leave his eyesight, Bradley pulls his phone out of his pocket and calls Jake, the call rings through to answerphone so Bradley waits for the beep so he can leave a voice message.

“Hey, Jake, I just wanted to call and let you know that y/n had a fall while we were in the park, and I reckon she broke her arm. We’re at the hospital now and they’ve taken her off to I assume get an x-ray and sort her out. Just give me a call when you get this. Love you.” Bradley says into the phone before hanging up and letting out a small sigh. Bradley remains sat in the waiting room, anxiously bouncing his leg, and fighting back memories of stuffy hospital waiting rooms he often spent time in during his youth. After what felt like hours, a nurse stuck her head into the room and called Bradley’s name, making him leap out of his seat instinctively.

“y/n is just fine. Her arm is broken but it’s being put in a cast as we speak. We just needed to grab you so the doctor can go through medications and care with you.” The nurse explains as she leads Bradley through various corridors to the room you were in, arm outstretched as the staff tended to it, putting it into a plaster cast.

“You okay, y/n/n?” Bradley asks, easing down into a chair next to you and studying you carefully.

“Yeah. They’ve given me some pain meds, so my arm doesn’t hurt as much.” You say, looking over at Bradley who nods with a soft smile. When the doctor finishes putting your arm in a cast, she turns to look at Bradley as she grabs her clipboard.

“You must be y/n’s father, correct?” The doctor asks, looking at Bradley who glances at you nervously.

“Yeah, he’s my dad.” You answer for Bradley, smiling up at him before looking at the doctor who nods.

“Okay, we just need to talk to you about caring for the injury. We’ve prescribed some medication and we have a care leaflet here about making sure her arm heals well and the cast remains undamaged. If y/n experiences any pain that isn’t being combated by the pain medication come back and we’ll see what we can do.” The doctor explains, handing Bradley a leaflet as you get up from the chair. Bradley thanks the doctor and signs some extra paperwork that needs signing before being allowed to take you back home. As you pick up your medication, Bradley checks his phone and fights back a frown at not a single notification from Jake. He figured Jake would’ve listened to his voicemail by now and would’ve either texted him or called him back. Bradley sent another message through to Jake as the two of you exit the hospital, letting him know that you were heading home. Bradley helps you into the Bronco and drives back home. As you enter the house, you kick your shoes off and turn to face Bradley in the hallway.

“Can I go for a nap? These painkillers are wiping me out.” You admit with a slight yawn.

“Of course, y/n/n. Just make sure you prop your arm up on a pillow or something. I don’t want an army of angry doctors coming my way on the first day.” Bradley chuckles as you roll your eyes but nod regardless. Bradley watches you head upstairs before heading into the living room where he sat down, and his leg began bouncing rapidly at the lack of response from Jake. He tried to put the tv on to distract himself and after almost half an hour his phone pinged with a message from Jake.

‘I’m on my way home.’

The message was blunt and to the point and Bradley immediately knew that he may be in trouble. Bradley knew that Jake was probably speeding the whole way home right now and that he would be envisioning the absolute worst. Before too long, Bradley heard the tell-tale sign of Jake’s truck pulling into the driveway and then not long after, Jake came barrelling into the house, making Bradley leap up from where he was sitting.

“Where is she?” Jake asks, panic evident in his voice as Bradley approaches him.

“She’s up in her room having a nap. She’s fine so we should just leave her be for a moment.” Bradley says as Jake barges past him, heading up the stairs with Bradley hot on his heels. The second Jake reaches your room he opens your door and sticks his head in your room, seeing you lying fast asleep on your bed. Relieved to see you okay, he closes the door before rounding on Bradley.

“How did this happen? Penny lets me and the others use her boat one time, and my daughter gets hurt and I don’t find out until I’m back on land.” He asks harshly, glaring at Bradley whose eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“I told you in the voicemail. She fell down a couple of steps and broke her arm when she tried to break her fall.” Bradley explains.

“And you didn’t try to stop her from falling?” Jake says angrily, his glare intensifying.

“It happened so fast, Jake! By the time I realised she was falling, she had hit the floor. I did what I could. I took her to the hospital and got her the treatment she needed. There was nothing else I could’ve done.” Bradley retorts, defending himself from Jake’s anger.

“Bradley, in letting you in my life all I ask is you look after my kid, and you couldn’t even do that!” Jake said, his anger reaching an all-time high.

“Jake, that’s not fair. I did everything I could have done in that situation. y/n is fine. Yes, she has a broken arm, but she was smiling and talkative before she went up to bed. Nothing has happened to her apart from an injured arm. It’s still your kid in there.” Bradley says, fighting the urge to raise his voice.

“I can’t be doing this with you. I don’t think I can even look at you right now.” Jake scoffs, making Bradley’s heart ache at the harsh words.

“I see. Well, if you need me, I’ll be at Phoenix’s.” Bradley says, moving around Jake and heading downstairs, grabbing his keys, and jumping into the Bronco while Jake remains rooted in place. After taking a couple of deep breaths, Jake enters your room and perches himself on the edge of your bed as you blink your eyes open.

“Hey, dad.” You say with a small smile which Jake couldn’t help but return.

“Hey, sweetheart. Are you feeling okay?” He asks softly as you nod.

“The pain meds are doing their job. Where’s Bradley?” You suddenly ask, propping yourself up on your good arm and glancing behind your dad as if Bradley would pop out of nowhere.

“He’s downstairs.” Jake lies, reaching out to brush a stray hair from your face.

“Don’t lie to me dad. I heard the two of you arguing outside. What did you say to him?” You ask, glaring at him in a way that Jake could only assume was the way he was looking at Bradley just moments prior.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Jake says dismissively, not wanting to tell you about what happened.

“I bet I would. Now tell me what happened.” You demand, making Jake fall silent before he sighs heavily.

“Bradley let you get hurt so-”

“So you yelled at him? Dad, are you serious?” You cut in, your glare intensifying as you process what happened.

“y/n, in being part of our life he should be looking after you.” Jake attempts to justify his anger.

“He did look after me. He took me straight to the hospital and was there the whole time. He has all the details about my medication and how to care for my cast and injury. Do you? I guess not because the first thing you did when you walked through the door was yell at him.” You spit, angrier than you’ve ever been before at your dad. Jake remains silent at your outburst, giving you time to speak once more.

“Put yourself in Bradley’s shoes for a second, dad. Imagine I was Bradley’s daughter, and I was out with you, and I fell and hurt myself. How would you feel?” You ask, watching as Jake processes your words.

“I’d feel bad. Like I could’ve stopped you from hurting yourself if I was quick enough.” Jake replies, looking down at your duvet.

“Okay, now imagine you were feeling like that and then the second Bradley got home he yelled at you and made you feel even worse. Because that’s probably how you made Bradley feel.” You say, making Jake feel awful for the way he had treated Bradley.

“Dad, I know you were worried about me and that’s okay. But you can’t treat Bradley like that for something that wasn’t his fault. I know you love Bradley, and he loves you too. Don’t let this argument ruin your relationship.” You say, wiping your eyes quickly so your dad doesn’t see your tears, but Jake sees them.

“Oh, sweetheart. This argument won’t ruin our relationship. Yes, I was angry at Bradley, but I won’t be divorcing him over this.” Jake says reassuringly, helping you sit up properly before sitting alongside you, wrapping an arm around you carefully and pulling you into his side as you fight back more tears.

“You promise?” You ask through tears, looking up at your dad as he runs a hand up and down your back.

“I promise y/n/n.” Jake promises. He had learnt in raising you that he shouldn’t make promises he couldn’t keep. But his relationship with Bradley was important to him, and he knew he’d be an idiot if he let Bradley go after one silly argument. Jake knew he was in the wrong, that he let his protectiveness get too much and he took it out on someone who didn’t deserve it. Someone who took his daughter in like his own and cared for her when Jake wasn’t around.

“You just relax up here, okay? I’m going to call Bradley and see if I can talk to him. Then I’ll cook us up something to eat.” Jake says once you’ve calmed down enough to form coherent thoughts. He watches as you wipe your eyes once more and nod, allowing Jake to detangle himself from you. As Jake stands up, he presses a kiss to the top of your head before he heads downstairs to call Bradley. Once Jake reaches the living room, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it and finds Bradley’s contact, staring at it for a minute before pressing the number and holding the phone up to his ear. The phone rang for what felt like forever, Jake could imagine Bradley sitting watching the phone ring while Phoenix told him to ignore the call. He couldn’t even be mad if that was the case, he knew he deserved it.

“Hello?” Jake was taken aback to hear Bradley’s voice, having fully convinced himself that Bradley would let him go to voicemail.

“Bradley, hi.” Jake breathes, failing to come up with anything else.

“Can I help you?” Bradley replies, a clear exasperation in his voice as he speaks.

“Can I talk to you?” Jake asks, biting his bottom lip as he awaits a response. He hears Bradley move away from the phone, mumbling to Phoenix before returning to the phone.

“Okay.” Bradley says simply.

“What?” Jake says, not expecting Bradley to just talk over the phone.

“You wanted me to talk to you so I’m talking to you.” Bradley replies and Jake could only imagine him sitting back against the sofa with that cocky eyebrow raise of his.

“I mean, come home. I want to talk to you face to face.” Jake says, hoping that Bradley agrees. Jake hears Phoenix whispering to Bradley before the phone clearly gets handed over.

“Listen here, Bagman, you better clean up this act of yours. I get that y/n got hurt but it was out of everyone’s control. If I ever find out that you’ve spoken to Bradley like that again I’m going to fuck you up so bad, you’ll never be able to fly again.” Phoenix threatens, making a shiver crawl up Jake’s back at the intensity of her words. He knew Phoenix’s threats weren’t empty. He knew how close Phoenix and Bradley were and how fiercely protective they were of one another.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less Phoenix.” Jake manages to reply, grabbing the tv remote and turning the tv off when he finally registers that it’s been left on all this time. Jake hears shuffling on the other end of the line and the jangling of keys.

“He’ll be over soon.” Phoenix says quickly before hanging up, leaving Jake pulling the phone away from his ear and staring at it as he held it limply in his lap. Jake sat in silence as he waited to hear the familiar sound of the Bronco pulling up outside. When he heard the rumble of the all-familiar vehicle, Jake shot to his feet, his phone clattering to the floor at the sudden movement as he wrings his hands nervously. Bradley enters the house and locks eyes with Jake who has moved to stand in the living room doorway, his eyes red-rimmed, a clear signal he’d been holding back tears.

“Bradley, I am so sorry for what I said. I was scared and I took it out on you, which I should not have done. You looked after y/n and got her the treatment she needed. You’re a perfect parent for y/n and we’re both so lucky to have you. Now I don’t expect you to forgive me straight away, y/n needs you and she ripped me a new one when she found out what we were arguing about. I know I don’t deserve you Bradley, but I’d be a fool to let you go.” Jake says, clearing his throat slightly after speaking to try and hide the emotions. Bradley remained silent for but a moment before he took a step forward and took Jake’s hand in his.

“Jake, I’m not going anywhere. I don’t appreciate the way you spoke to me, yes, but I know your anger came from a place of worry. y/n’s the most important thing in your life and I get that. Just, if there’s a next time, I’m with y/n and something happens, please trust I’ve taken care of her as best I can. I love that kid so much and I’d move heaven and earth to keep her safe so please don’t assume I don’t care about her because I do.” Bradley says, letting Jake know how he feels about everything. Jake nods slightly, blinking back more threatening tears.

“I know you love her, and I was so stupid to even think you didn’t. y/n was so worried when she learnt about the argument. You mean the world to her, and you mean the world to me too. We can’t lose you.” Jake says as Bradley tugs him ever so closer.

“You Seresin’s are stuck with me.” Bradley says softly, his small, yet loving smile crossing his face.

“Aren’t we lucky to be stuck with you, Bradshaw?” Jake teases, smirking in response as Bradley tugs him into a kiss, the two men relishing in each other’s embrace.

“Are you two okay now?” The two men jump apart at the sound of your voice where they see you standing on the stairs, a cocky smile on your face as you look at them.

“Yes, we’re okay now.” Bradley says, both him and Jake extending an arm out towards you so they could bring you into a group hug. After hugging for a moment, Jake pulls away, clapping his hands together and looking between you and Bradley.

“Alright, I’ll cook us up some food. I did promise, didn’t I, y/n?” Jake says looking at you as you nod, eager to have some of your dad’s homecooked food. Jake then heads to the kitchen with you and Bradley following. As you and your dads occupy the kitchen, you watch with a smile as Bradley turns on the radio, serenading your dad in his soft voice as Jake prepares what he needs to make a meal. You watch the two men with a smile, grateful that you had both of them in your life.

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Congratulations on the 300 followers 🥳 you deserve it! May I request ”Well this is awkward..” for Rooster? If not that then ”You’re jealous, aren’t you?” for Jake 🤩

Hey, thanks so much darling!!💘💘 I think I’ll go for Rooster, if that’s alright 🙈 and uh, oh my god I’m sorry it turned out so filthy!

Minors DNI - 18+

Warnings: SMUT! FILTH! Afab!reader, oral (f receiving), PinV, pet names!

Description: you, call sign Dove, have had a little crush on Rooster. Perhaps he’s had a little crush on you too, and it has pent up for quite a while.

It was sometimes hard, pretending not to have a ridiculous school girl crush on Rooster. You tried your best to hide it, but boy did he make that hard. You found yourself giggling at his stupid jokes, tucking your hair behind your ear as he talked to you - and sometimes you’d find yourself subconsciously mirroring his movements. It was embarrassing. Phoenix and Halo liked to tease you about it, especially after a couple of hotshots at the bar.

Rooster just was just impeccable in every sense of the word. He was sweet, funny, kind, and boy he was hot as hell. Flying with him was fun, and never stressful (not like flying with Hangman, he made you feel like you had Satan himself hunting your F/A-18). He was careful and methodical, and you admired that about him too.

In today’s exercise, you’d been his wingman - and unfortunately, he had been forced to save your ass from being ‘shot down’. You felt anxious about if he would be mad at you when you landed, so you’d spoken a soft “I’m sorry, Rooster” through the comms.

“It’s alright, Dove. What’s 200 more push-ups?” He sighed, but didn’t sound angry. You wrinkled your nose and offered to do half. He just laughed and said it was fine. So that’s how you found yourself staring at his sweaty, heaving chest as he sat down on the hard tarmac after his 200 push-ups.

You made some conversation about the exercise you’d flown, and he was really nice about you messing it all up. He said he knew you were an excellent pilot, and that everyone had an off day sometimes. That made your cheeks warm up considerably, and you felt abashed. You didn’t feel like you were, but you still thanked him. You watched as he rose to his full height, him patting your shoulder kindly as he said he wanted to cool down with a light jog (he was absolutely crazy).

Sighing, you laid down on the tarmac, covering your eyes with a soft groan before peeling yourself off the ground to hit the showers. You stopped on your way there for some water and a fruit, feeling a little faint in the heat. You took your time and slowly but surely made it to the locker room and the showers. It looked as if it was only you there, but you could hear a single shower running - so maybe Phoenix was still here washing off the day.

You started to undress, and only had your panties on when you heard a weird noise behind you that sounded an awful lot like “Fuck!” furrowing your brows, you turned around - only to be met by the completely naked form of Rooster.

“Oh, god!” You yelped, taking a little too long gazing at him before squeezing your eyes shut.

“Well… this is awkward” Rooster laughed “I forgot my towel…”

Fucking hell. The lord was testing you today. Bradley Bradshaw was going to be the death of you. You had your arms crossed over your chest, not being able to locate your towel with your eyes tightly shut.

“Y-you can borrow mine… uh, if you can find it by my things over here” you winced at your suggestion. Having Rooster closer to you whilst naked didn’t sound like a good idea. You bit your lip as you tried not to replay the vision of Rooster’s amazing body, little droplets of water running down his chest, down to his happy trail. God, you had known that he must be packing. And he was. Christ on a bike.

“Is it this pink, fluffy one?” You could hear Roosters purring voice near you, and you gasped at his sudden appearance. You hadn’t heard him move. You could only let out a high pitched “Mhm!” As you nodded your head. God his voice was lethal, and you felt your thighs clench together involuntarily. He seemed to do that to you. Make your body react so viscerally against your will.

“Are you okay, baby?” Rooster smirked, seeing you half naked had made his cock twitch. He’d wanted you for so long, and from the way your body was reacting - it seemed as if you might want him too. You let out another hitched breath of air at his words.

”Y-yeah, I mean— no, or— are you covered? Can I open my eyes?” Rooster decided to try his thesis. Being still mostly uncovered he said he was.

You opened those beautiful eyes of yours, and you noticed him standing so close to you, his broad chest right in front of you, and you did the unthinkable - you whimpered.

“Little dove, I think someone liked what they saw, hm?” He was full on smirking now, grabbing ahold of your chin to lift it so he could see your beautiful face. You licked your lips, barely being able to breathe as you stared into his handsome face. You whimpered again and nodded slowly. His smile widened. “That’s good, baby. I’ve been liking my view for a while as well…” he purred, his grip on your chin holding you steady.

“Can I touch you, little dove?” He whispered, his lips almost ghosting over your ear. A soft moan fell from your lips as you nodded, eyelids fluttering close as you felt warmth spreading through your core. “Need you to use your big girl words, my little dove” Rooster whispered, and you felt your knees grow weak as you almost collapsed into his chest.

“Y-yes, Rooster - please touch me!” You moaned, and as soon as the words were out of your mouth, Bradley’s lips ghosted over the warm skin of your neck, leaving small, teasing kisses. His big hands tugged softly at your crossed arms, asking if you would lower them for him. You didn’t hesitate for a second, letting them drop by your sides at his command.

“So beautiful,” Rooster murmured, kneading your breasts with both hands. Your head tilted backwards, a gasp drawn from your lips as he massaged and teased your breasts and nipples.

“Rooster,” you moaned, placing your hands on his strong biceps. He only smiled, bending down and connecting his lips with yours, eagerly wetting your lips with his tongue as he asked to taste you. You immediately obliged and sighed at the feeling of his tongue stroking against yours seductively.

Releasing your lips, he kissed his way down your neck, to your collarbone, and finally to your bare chest, latching his lips onto one of your nipples - sucking and licking you so good. This was when he let out his first pretty moan. Hearing a man moan was like hearing the angels sing, in your opinion, and it turned you on knowing he was enjoying this just as much as you.

“Is it okay if these come off, little dove?” He had kneeled down before you, and had his fingers near the edge of your panties. You licked your lips and nodded again. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Y-yes, sir” you didn’t know where that came from, perhaps because of how he exuded dominance in the most delicious way - and his loud groan told you he liked it. He wasted no time in pulling your underwear down, grabbing your thigh and hoisting it over his shoulder, his mouth desperately tonguing at your core, kitten licking your clit, making you gasp and moan, your head falling back against the locker door. When his tongue started fucking you, you yanked hard on his hair and saw stars infront of your eyes as your orgasm crashed down on you.

“C’mere, pretty girl,” Rooster’s raspy voice commanded, as he picked you up with ease, putting your legs around his waist as he carried you. “We gotta wash you up,” he mumbled, stepping the two of you into a shower, shutting the drapes behind you. His mouth was soon on yours again, having you pressed up against the cool tiles, his large hands under your thighs as his body held you up. He switched the water on, groaning at the beautiful sight of the water trickling down your body.

“Please fuck me, lieutenant,” you moaned quietly and Rooster’s eyes fluttered close with a strangled groan “You catch on quick, pretty little dove,” he whispered, before fisting his cock once, twice, before he lined himself up and dove in, seating himself deep inside you.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well” he groaned as he watched himself bottom out in you. You were panting, moaning, whimpering at the delicious stretch of him. He wasted no time, knowing someone could walk in at any moment, as he pulled out slightly before fucking back into you. His moans were so pretty, you never wanted him to stop. By now he was fucking you hard, fast and deep, his hands hoisting your hips higher to reach deeper into you. His hands helped you with the rhythm and you clung to him as if your life depended on it, a soft moan releasing from your lips as you heard the door of the locker room open.

“We have an audience, little dove. Are you gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock for me now?” Rooster whispered, and that was all it took for you to bite down hard on his shoulder to keep quiet, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your second orgasm washed over you, clenching around Roosters cock as he fucked you deep, letting out a strangled groan as he too came, painting your insides with his warm cum.

He held you still, the water echoing in the space. He was still buried deep within you when you heard Hangman’s cocky voice say “Still burying your sorrows, Rooster?” And you thanked your lucky star he could only see Bradley’s feet.

Rooster smirked, huffing out a small laughter as he replied:

“Yeah, something like that” as he smiled at your flushed face.

#bradley rooster bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #300 celly #idk where this came from omg #smut

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DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED: JAKE SERESIN X READER

Summary; Hailey "Frost" Bradshaw has always known what she wanted to do with her life. To be like her father, to become the best pilot alongside her brother.

When she's called back to Top Gun, everything changes, including her feelings for a certain pilot. Jake "Hangman" Seresin. A cocky, arrogant asshole who knew how to get under her skin.

Warning(s): cursing, pining, slow burn.

Today was the day. Top Gun, a place where Hailey never thought she'd come back. She had her hair pushed back in a low sleek bun. There weren't any seats left, the only seat available was next to the most annoying person in the world. Hangman.

"Seresin." Hailey's voice was stern. She never really had any emotions in her voice whenever she spoke to him. Usually it was laced with anger, or rage. Then other days, emotionless.

She was called Frost because of that reason. She was good at ignoring those who tried to put her down. Though at night, she'd cry to herself at night. Overthinking everything in her life, somehow there was a little voice in her head saying she was meant to be here. A voice she was all too familiar with. Goose, her father.

She cleared her throat as she sat down next to him. She tried her best not to feel nervous, the way she could feel his warmth against her clothed skin. She wishes she wasn't in her uniform, that she could feel his touch against her skin.

"Nervous Bradshaw?" She could hear the smirk in his voice. She didn't even look at him to know that he had one on his lips.

"Fuck you." Once again she couldn't think of a comeback. And it was frustrating for her.

"Anytime." She couldn't help but roll her eyes, clenching her fists together in annoyance.

"In your dreams."

"You're in all my dreams sweetheart." She felt her stomach ache with butterflies. He didn't sound like his playful-teasing self, but he sounded more serious.

Hailey wouldn't admit it out loud, but she's been in love with the man ever since day one. The flirting, the lingering looks the two give each other, the way their bodies get so close during every petty argument. There were many moments where the two almost broke their pettiness and kissed.

"I'm Admiral Bates, NAWC commander. Welcome to your special training detachment. You're all top gun graduates, the elites, best of the best-" Hailey hummed with a proud grin gracing her lips. She was very well aware of how good of a pilot she was.

Her cockiness ended when she felt Hangman's arm resting behind her, as he leaned a bit closer to her to where their shoulders barely touched, but she was able to feel his warmth.

"That was yesterday, you've all spent your career flying close to air support for troops on the ground with little to no air-to-air threat." He continued.

Hailey felt her skin tickle when she noticed that Hangman had gotten closer to her. His hair tickled the side of her face slightly when he tilted his head.

"What are you doing?" She harshly whispered, getting hot under his touch.

"What do you mean?" He Dumbly asks, a knowing smirk on his lips.

"You know what I mean." She whispered.

"Can we talk after?" He sounded serious, Hailey sighed knowing he would try to find her even if she said no.

"Mhm." She hums in response. She frowned slightly, but she tried not to show it in front of Hangman when he leaned away from her. She misses the feeling of his body heat against hers, the way she could smell his cheap cologne.

"This mission requires two F-18 Echo solo pilots and two foxtrot dual-seat teams. Half of you will make the cut, half will remain in reserve. One of you will be named mission leader." Hailey's head perked up at that. She knew she was going to make it as leader, she had two people to compete against. Her brother, and Hangman.

Hailey leaned her lips near his ear.

"You scared cowboy?" She teased, using his nickname that she always used.

She was the only one who was allowed to call him that. Anyone else who tries would get one hell of a death glare.

"In your dreams." He mocked.

She smirks, with a humorous laugh.

"You're in all of my dreams, twinkletoes." Hangman quickly turned his head in her direction.

"Twinkletoes? That's a new one." Hailey shrugged her shoulders, she herself didn't know where that came from but she thought it was funny.

"Wanted to try something different." She said with a wink.

Before the two could continue they're conversations Hailey froze.

"What's wrong?" Hailey's body heated up in rage. She didn't want to believe that Maverick was here. But she didn't know that her anger would spike up this quickly.

After what he's done to her and her brother, after pulling their papers she wanted to skin him alive for what he's done.

She ignored Hangman's worried gaze. He looked behind her to see Rooster. He has the same look. His eyes narrowed, his face and ears just as flushed with the same rosy red cheeks as Hailey's. Hangman turned back around to see that it had something to do with the man standing in front of their very eyes. Maverick. The Maverick. The man that had been known to be the greatest, yet irresponsible pilot.

"Good morning." Hailey held her harsh glares at the older man.

The two make eye contact. Dark blue eyes meeting chocolate brown.

Hailey quickly averted her gaze when she felt a large hand grabbing one of hers. She looked up to see Hangman grabbing her hand. She didn't know how to feel, but the one thing is she felt a surge of comfort. Her anger subsided very slightly, as she gave the man a soft smile.

"The uh, the F-18 NATOPS, it contains everything there is to know about your aircraft. What's the load limit of three F-18?" Hailey beat Hangman to it.

"7.5Gs. Section four, chapter seven." Maverick nodded his head. Hailey had a smirk gracing her lips knowing she was right. She was always right.

She grabbed the rose gold Aviators that were resting on her lap and put them on her eyes. She still held the same smirk.

"Max airspeed?" Once again Hailey responded.

"Mach 1.8. Section two, chapter one." Hangman was impressed. The way she could say the answers with such confidence, the way she just easily slips them out of her mouth.

Hailey was just like Maverick, most of her life she was raised by him after the death of her father. She was always close to the man, until he pushed back both of their papers. She was just like him, reckless, always getting into trouble by the Admirals. The opposite of her father and her mother. Goose was right, she did take after her Uncle.

"Okay, here's another one." Hailey was enjoying every second of this. Her cocky nature is getting the best of herself.

"Lift limit? " She didn't even think. It's like she's studied her whole life for this, and in reality. She did.

"34 Alpha. C'mon old man, give me a harder one." She waved her hand wanting a better question.

Maverick could see how much she's like him. He curses Goose in his mind.

"Maximum roll rate."

"Two hundred and twenty five degrees. Per second." She crosses her leg over her lap, her grin never leaving.

"Maximum after burner."

"42,000 pounds of thrust."

"Max rate of climb, everyone."

"Forty-five thousand feet per minute." Hangman loved the confidence, how smart she was.

Class was finally over. She quickly rushed after Hangman, as they headed towards his truck. Her bike was right next to his black GMC.

"So, you wanted to talk?" She leaned against her bike, careful not to tilt it.

"Yea." He clears his throat.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Are you asking me on a date Jake?" Jake's face flushed, she's never used his real name before. The way it smoothly rolled off her tongue the way it did.

Hangman steps closer, only two strides. He was face to face with her. Their foreheads are touching. Her breath hitched in her throat.

"You know we can't." She pushed him away slightly, her hand on his hard chest stopping him.

"We've tried before, and it didn't work out." She shakes her head.

"I know, but we're not teenagers anymore." He reasons.

Placing his hands carefully on her waist, not wanting to scare her.

"Nat texted me last night, they're betting on us. See how long it'll take till we finally get back together." Jake snickers, his lips ghosting hers.

"How much?" He was intrigued.

"50 bucks." He raises his eyebrows.

"I want Nat to win. I love my brother dearly, but I love seeing him lose." Jake raises his hands from her waist, to her hips. She couldn't help the Goosebumps from rising even if she was in her uniform. His hands placed himself on her cheeks.

They still felt the same as they were when they were together. Uncle Ice himself would be partying right now if he saw this. He always knew that the two would get back together. She loved the sky, the feeling of being able to fly and learn what it's like to be a bird. She wishes she could feel the wind whipping her hair and creating little bumps over her skin.

Like right now, she caught him staring at her lips. Then his hazel blue eyes staring back into her brown ones. The same brown eyes like her father.

"Jake." Her voice was soft, he could tell she was scared.

"I don't want to break your heart again." He shakes his head.

"You won't." He promised.

"I talked to Ice last night. He told me you still loved me, that you talk about me everyday. That the only reason why you pretend to hate me is because you love me." Tears brimmed her eyes, his heart clenched at the tears falling down. He was quick to wipe them away.

"Don't let me hurt you again. I won't be able to live with myself if I do." Before he could say a word, she threw her arms around his neck. The kiss was passionate, it was better than their first kiss. This time, this time it was different.

"I love you, Hailey Bradshaw." She couldn't help the smile growing her lips, her pearly whites showing. She could see the love in his ocean eyes. Her eyes held the same affection.

A/N: Should the next chapter be smut? I'm also gonna start with Bradley Bradshaw and a Maverick, and Iceman and Goose. I'm gonna continue my other ones but I have been in the Top Gun mood for a bit. Also I'm gonna make a masterlist tonight.

#tumblr fyp #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradleybradshaw x twin sister reader #maverick x niece reader #iceman x platonic reader #pheonix #cayote #payback #fanboy #top gun maverick #top gun

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let me drown || chapter I - bradley’s summer part I

Summary: Bradley has many regrets. A whole lifetime of them. His biggest? Losing her. Watching someone else pick of the pieces of what he broke kills him inside and Bradley doesn’t want to let go of the past. No matter how much the past tries to slip through his fingers.

Warnings: Swearing, jealousy

Word Count: 3.8k

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Authors Note: Minors DNI. Each chapter will be labelled with warnings individually. Rating will go up as we get further into this fic. We’re in for a wild ride fam! Enjoy!

Thank you to my amazing betas @writercole and @imjess-themess!

Virginia, Oceana Naval Air Station, Summer 2018

The common room was quiet, which is a nice change of pace. Usually, this place was full of life, the noise was ever-ending and so loud he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. Bradley tipped his head back, dropping his shoulders and letting out a deep breath. It was quiet now, letting his mind run wild. He almost wished it didn’t.

“If you don’t stop moping soon, I’ll lock you in a closet,” Athena mocked as she shoved at his legs, taking their place on the couch. She stretched out her own legs over his, the heel of her foot dangerously close to his crotch.

“Thena…” He warned. They had played this game long enough for him to know what she was after. But he wasn’t in the mood. She only smirked, tracing the muscle of his thigh with her sock-clad foot, ignoring his warning.

“C’mon Bradshaw. It would improve the sour mood you’ve been sporting all day. We both know where we’ll end up anyway.” Tangled between the sheets was left unsaid.

Normally, he would be dragging her off the moment she came onto him but today was different. He just wanted to be left alone. “I’m good. Not really in the mood.”

Six weeks after he got stationed at Oceana, the air boss had called Bradley into his office and told him he would be flying a two-seater for the duration of his assignment. He needed the experience, Admiral Tate had told him, leaving no room for arguing.

And that’s how he ended up with Joanna ‘Athena’ Simons as his backseater. She was quick on her feet, always two steps ahead and a smart mouth to put people in their place. Whoever said that women didn’t belong in the Navy had never met Athena.

They were good together. Like two peas in a pod. Bradley thought that flying with a backseater would be a hindrance but Athena quickly proved him wrong. They became fast friends and it didn’t take long until Bradley found himself in bed with her. Neither wanted more, both happy with the physical side of things. It was the perfect agreement.

Her foot moved sideways and interrupted his train of thought. Bradley sat up, shoving her feet from his lap. “Not now. I’m not in the mood,” he snarled, getting to his feet. Athena held up her hands, eyebrows rising.

“Easy. I was just -”

“I know what you were doing, Thena. I’m tired, so just stop.” Bradley stepped around the couch, leaving Athena behind with a bewildered look on her face. He took a deep breath once he got outside, one hand coming up to rub at his temples. A movement to his right caught his attention as he spied Bob Floyd.

Desperate for a distraction that wasn’t Athena, Bradley jogged over to where Bob was heading.

“Floyd, hey! You’re leaving? Hot date?” Bradley joked as he caught up to Bob. He wasn’t wearing his uniform, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, leading Bradley to believe he had other plans than hanging out in the common room tonight.

Bob rolled his eyes as they passed the gates, heading towards the parking lot. “I’m meeting my sister. She just moved here. We’re grabbing dinner.” Floyd fished the car keys out of his pocket, stopping at a black truck. Bob doesn’t strike him as a truck guy. Bradley told him as much.

“Looks can be deceiving Bradshaw. Do you want to join us? Thea won’t mind.” A night out does sound good and especially after today.

Bradley smiles broadly, rounding the truck and pulling the passenger door open. “If neither of you mind. Today’s the last day I want to be stuck on base.”

Bob asks no questions, just pulls out of the parking lot and starts to drive. This is what Bradley likes about Bob Floyd. He’s quiet, calm and doesn’t pry. He’s a good friend.

Bradley would like to think they’re friends. They get along, they hang out sometimes and Bob is one hell of a WSO. Athena almost had an aneurysm when she found out Robert Floyd was being stationed at Oceana, in their squad.

Bob hummed along to the radio, never taking his eyes off the road. “If you want to talk about it, feel free.”

He doesn’t know if he wants to talk about it. He doesn’t know what to say.

It’s Maverick’s birthday. Bradley keeps the date marked in each calendar he buys. It’s been years since they’ve talked but every time he gets a new calendar, he marks today’s date.

Anger fills him as he thinks about the man that stepped in after Nick died. Who spent countless hours telling him stories about his dad, what kind of man he was. Who popped in and out of his life, between assignments and missions. Even though Maverick wasn’t always there, he was there when Bradley needed him. Until he wasn’t.

Bradley has tried to hate Maverick. Most days he succeeded. On most days, he blamed the man for everything that had gone wrong in his life. His father’s death, his mother’s grief, pulling his papers. It was all Maverick’s fault.

But today, just today, Bradley can’t find it in him to hate. He would never say it out loud, but he misses Maverick today. Just today. Tomorrow he can go back to hating him.

Bradley realised he never answered Bob, who is still humming. “I don’t even know what to say. Thanks for offering though,” The bespeckled aviator hums in response, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. “I’ll let you know if I change my mind.”

Bob turns left without warning and pulls up in front of a small restaurant. He turns to Bradley, shifting in his seat. “Word of advice. My sister likes to pick people apart. She’s good at reading them. It’s in no way mean, she just likes to know. So if I were you, and didn’t want to talk about it, I’d try to tone down the sullen mood. She’ll notice. She always does.”

Maybe tagging along wasn’t a good idea. Bradley doesn’t feel like being picked apart right now. He’s being held together with tape and glue and the last thing he needs is someone to point out his flaws.

His feet are moving before his brain catches up and suddenly they're inside and Bob is being engulfed in a hug by the most beautiful girl Bradley has ever seen.

He’s standing frozen near the door, watching as the Floyd siblings part. Bob is smiling widely, brushing the hair from his sister’s face, such a gentle action it makes Bradley’s heart hurt. In one movement he can see the affection, the love between them.

“.. and this is Rooster. I hope you don’t mind that I invited him.” They’re suddenly in front of him and the greeting gets caught in his throat.

She’s stunning. Radiant even. She’s the light at the end of the dark tunnel he can’t escape. She has her brother’s eyes but unlike Bob’s, hers takes his breath away. So blue he could drown in them, over and over.

She’s taking his hand, shaking it softly. “Nice to meet you. Do you have a real name or am I gonna have to stick to Rooster?” She’s smiling up at him, her hand soft in his and he can’t help but to shudder at her touch.

Remembering that she asked a question, he coughs awkwardly. “Uh, Bradley. But Rooster works too. Whatever you prefer.”

“Bradley it is. Name’s Thea, I’m Bob’s sister. If he didn’t tell you that. And no, big brother, I don’t mind. The more the merrier.” Thea let go of his hand and he immediately missed the warmth of her touch.

She’s smiling widely at him and Bradley feels the quick thuds of his heart against his rib cage. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Bob observing them with a critical look.

He clears his throat, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “He did tell me he was meeting you but not your name. It’s.. pretty. Suits you.” It isn’t the smoothest he’s ever been but Thea blushes, mouth curling upward in a bashful smile.

“Should we grab a table? I’m starving.” Bob diffuses the moment, reaching out to grab his sister’s hand, not waiting for Bradley before he starts towards the dining area.

They sit down and he can feel her observing him, watching him carefully. She’s a lot like her brother except she likes to talk. A lot more.

“So, what made you ditch your normal nighttime routine to hang out with my big bro here?” Bob is poking her side when she asks, telling her to shut up. “Don’t mind her, she’s just nosy.”

“Bob! I’m just trying to get to know him. You don’t mind, do you Bradley?” How can he say no to her?

Weirdly enough, he wants to tell her. He wants to share his thoughts and troubles. Something tells him that she wouldn’t judge him.

Dinner mainly consists of Bob watching the two of them flirt over steaks. Bradley tries to not come on too strong but every time she smiles at him he wants to reach across the table and kiss her. There’s something so blindingly pure about her.

At the end of the night, Thea thrusts a small piece of paper in his hand, kisses his cheek and tells him to give her a call. Then she’s gone, climbing into her car and driving off.

Bob is oddly quiet, more so than usual. They drive in silence back to base. He wants to ask if he’s overstepped, if Bob doesn’t approve but Bradley doesn’t want to answer either.

There’s a need to know Thea better. To know what makes her smile and laugh, to know what her childhood was like, which side of the bed she preferred and if she liked breakfast for lunch. Bradley wanted to know everything that made Thea the person she was today.

He opens his mouth but Bob beats him to it. “Listen. My sister is a grown woman. What she does is none of my business. She obviously likes you and you look like you’ve got a full blown crush already. You’re my friend and I trust you with her. But if you hurt her, if you make her anything other than happy, you will have to answer to me. Understood?”

Bradley can do little other than nod feverishly. He didn’t want to fuck this up before it had even begun. He wanted Thea, and if keeping on Bob’s good side was a point in his favour, he’d do it.

Floyd clapped him on the shoulder, shooting him an uncharacteristic wink and then disappeared behind the corner, leaving Bradley standing in the parking lot.

Bradley’s steps were light when he headed back to his room, an exciting feeling in his stomach. Behind closed doors he fished his phone out of his pocket and punched in Thea’s number under a new contact.

Hi! It’s Bradley. Are you free for dinner on Friday?

Is this your way of asking me on a date?

It can be whatever you want. I just know I want to see you again.

Pick me up at 7. Wear something pretty ;)

Bradley hasn’t smiled this much in a long time. He tossed the phone onto his bed and pulled his shirt over his head before heading into the bathroom. He looked lighter, happier and downright giddy when he passed the bathroom mirror. The smile didn’t leave him, even when he got shampoo in his eyes and swore so much his mother would have whacked him over the head.

The smile disappeared as soon as he made it back into the bedroom and found Athena lounging on his bed. She was clad in nothing but one of his T-shirts and a pair of boy shorts.

“I was tempted to join you in there, but the pissy mood from before figured I’d do best staying out here. An apology would be nice, by the way.” She doesn’t take her eyes off the phone while she speaks.

Bradley bristled. “An apology for what? And is that my phone? Give it here!” He snatched the device out of her hands, swatting her away when she reached for his towel. “Fuck, Athena. Just stop. What’s your fucking problem?”

“My problem? You being a dick, obviously. And who is Thea, hm? Am I invited this Friday?” She left the confines of his bedding, poking a finger in the middle of his chest. She let it linger for a while but Bradley stepped away, happy mood washed away by her presence.

Athena seemed to get the hint and stayed put, a pout in place on her sun kissed face. Her freckles were quite prominent in this light and just for a moment he remembered all the times he spent kissing her other freckles. Then Thea’s face showed up in his mind and it’s like Athena never has existed for him.

“Look, I’m sorry about before but I wasn’t in the mood. That hasn’t changed.” Bradley shouldn’t apologise, he knew that but it might placate her enough for the conversation about to happen.

He just hoped it won’t mess with their job. “Listen. This was just physical,” he pointed between the two of them, “and now… fuck. Listen, you’re great. And I like you, you know that. But I can’t keep this up.”

She stared him down, the same way she stares down men trying to put her into place. Athena has never looked at him like that, never once. She swallowed audibly once, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Are you breaking up with me, Bradshaw?” She jabs, mock hurt on her face. It’s just a joke to her. Bradley feels a little better knowing this won’t cost her any sleep.

Snorting, he settles on the chair. “Fuck off. You know what I mean. Is this going to be a problem?”

She laughs, all traces of annoyance gone from her face. She’s Thena again, his friend, confidant and partner in crime. “Don’t worry your little head Bradshaw. We’re good. This was just a little bit of fun.”

He can suddenly breathe better, the pit in his stomach has vanished . A smile is all he can muster, hoping it will convey everything he can’t say.

“Do I at least get to meet her? She must be something special if you’re willing to throw this away.” Thena gestured to her body, a pleased smirk plastered across her face.

“I haven’t even taken her on a date yet. I don’t know if she wants me like that. I just know she’s worth it, whatever it is.” He’s glad Athena is his friend, that he can share and not be judged.

“God you’re whipped after meeting her one time. She must be a fucking unicorn. Well, I’m happy for you. See you in the skies, Rooster.” They parted ways with their usual phrase, pressing a kiss to his head as she walked by.

Feeling content with how everything has been handled, Bradley heads for bed and turns out the lights.

He and Athena are good, he’s got a date with Thea and Bob gave his approval and permission. Bradley was feeling a lot better now than he did this morning.

His phone lit up with a notification and his heart dropped into his stomach. It’s a calendar reminder, a picture of him and Maverick. Bradley was barely ten in the photo, sitting on Pete’s shoulders, both smiling widely at Carole behind the camera.

Reminder: Maverick’s Birthday

He could easily stop torturing himself and not set a reminder but over the years he’s discovered that he likes the pain.

Another notification pops up, this time from Athena. It’s a goodnight text and a picture of a shirtless guy with the text ‘you wish you were this hot’.

Bradley recognises the guy as Hangman, Athena’s cousin and also a naval aviator. He’s currently stationed in Lemoore, if Bradley remembered correctly. They’d met once or twice and Bradley couldn’t stand the guy. Rude, arrogant and a walking red flag, he had begged Athena not to make him like her cousin.

Bradley sends a fuck you back and almost calls her when Thea’s name appears on the screen.

Can we reschedule for 8 instead of 7? Something came up!

No problem! Can’t wait!

Great! Thank you! Goodnight Bradley.

Goodnight Thea. Sweet dreams.

He then put the phone on silent, puffing his pillow before getting comfortable.

He thought of that way Thea smiled at him, how her hand felt in his and her lips on his cheek as he closed his eyes.

“Stop being so nervous. What’s wrong with you? It’s just a date.”

“It’s not just a date, Thena, it’s the date. I cannot screw this up. It might be the most important date I’ve ever been on.”

Athena was once again lounging on his bed, trying to be helpful but failing spectacularly. All she did was stress him out even more. Bradley’s palms were sweaty and he was pretty sure he’s sweating through his T-shirt. His throat was dry and he reached out with shaking hands for the bottle of water on the windowsill.

Thena laughed at him, rolling her eyes. “You’re acting like you’re taking the freaking President out. It’s just a girl. Now, change your shirt so you don’t stink up the car and get going. Or you’re going to be late.”

Bradley refrained from sniping back that Thea isn’t just some girl, but he also didn’t have it in him to argue. To be honest, he hadn’t wanted her help from the beginning, but she showed up and he couldn’t say no.

Even though Athena said it was fine and they were still friends, she acted a bit suspicious around him. She promised she wasn’t mad but her actions said otherwise. They had miscalculated a training session yesterday and she had chewed him out in front of the entire crew, which was very rare.

Athena ended the session with a hard shove to his chest and muttering ‘figures you’d do this’ under her breath as she left him speechless on the runway.

He had tried to talk about it with her but she ignored him for the rest of the day. Only when it was almost time for him to leave base to pick up Thea, she showed up at his door with her apologies. He didn’t have time for them. She knew he was leaving and she still tried to stall him.

“I’m going to be late because of you. You knew I was going out and you still showed up here.” He’s panicking now, tugging the shirt over his head and reaching for a clean one.

“You could have told me to leave, don’t blame this on me.” Athena bit back, her bad mood from before returning.

“I’m leaving. Bye Thena.” Bradley was halfway out the door, throwing a sloppy wave her way before jogging to the Bronco.

Had he looked back, he would have seen the downtrodden look on her face. But he didn’t. All Bradley could think about was Thea and her sweet smile.

He made it to the address Thea had texted him on record time. Pulling the car into park and snatching the flowers from the passenger seat, Bradley almost choked on his own tongue when he spotted Thea.

She was sitting on the front porch, dressed in a light purple sundress and hair in a messy bun. She was exquisite. Bradley desperately wanted to hold her in his arms and never let go.

“Hey stranger, are those for me?” Thea reached for the flowers, bringing them up to her face to inhale their sweet fragrance.

He leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek. “You look stunning. Otherworldly.” The blush on her cheeks amplified his desire and he pinched his own arm to keep his focus.

“Aren’t you charming? How did you know my favourite flowers?”

“Lucky guess.” She raised an eyebrow.

“Fine. I asked Bob.” Thea laughed and returned the favour of a kiss pressed to his cheek. “Let me get these in water and we can leave.”

Bradley had never been the guy feeling awestruck by something so simple as a kiss on the cheek. But he found himself touching the spot where her lips had graced his skin as he watched her walk back inside the house. His skin burned from her touch and a tingling sensation spread throughout his body.

Thea returned to his side and he made sure to open the door for her. His mother didn’t raise a heathen. He could be a gentleman.

“So, we’re are we going?” She nervously fiddling with her hands in her lap as he leaves her neighbourhood.

It’s endearing and he hesitantly reached over to intertwine his fingers with hers, keeping the other hand steady on the wheel.

“It’s a surprise. But you’ll like it, I promise. Do you trust me?” He did ask Bob for her favourite food and activities while planning. He planned the make this the perfect date.

“I do trust you Bradley. I’m just not fond of surprises.” She’s blushing again and Bradley wants to spend his life making her blush. The colour on her cheeks was intoxicating.

He pulls up outside a cosy little Mediterranean restaurant, reluctantly letting go of her hand in favour of sprinting around the car to help her outside.

She links her arm through his, eyes sparkling as she takes in their destination.

“Let me guess, you asked Bob?” She laughs, reaching up to smooth out a wayward curl on his head.

“Guilty. But it doesn't matter as long as you like it. Do you?”

“I love it.”

Bradley can’t help himself. She’s on his arm, looking up at him with the bluest eyes he’s ever seen. They’re beautiful. She’s beautiful. He needs to know what she tastes like.

He moves slowly, giving her the chance to pull away. But Thea only leans into him and Bradley closes the distance between them.

Kissing Thea is like a fresh breath of air. It’s like he’s been drowning his entire life and she’s what it’s like coming up for air. His entire body is on fire, every nerve in his system thrumming with excitement.

He could spend the rest of his life kissing her. She smiled into the kiss, hand curling around the back of his neck.

“We should head inside. I got us a reservation.” He whispered against her lips. They hesitated to part from one another, lips hovering close together but not quite touching.

“Lead the way.”

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topguncortez · 2 years

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[ STEAM ] and [ SERENADE ] for our angel goose? ❤️

in this house. . . goose never died.

Steam & Serenade pairing: Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw x female!reader ➣warnings: mentions of infertility, arguments, false positive pregnancy ➣prompts: ➣[steam] sender joins receiver in the shower, [Serenade] sender sings along to a song they associate with receiver ➣song: Silly Love Songs by Paul McCartney

Goose let out a sigh as he let his heavy duffle back hit the floor. He kicked off his brown dress shoes, and undid the buttons of his khaki dress shirt. It was yet another day trying to stay out of trouble with Maverick. He had thought after the first day and getting nearly kicked out for an unsolicited flyby would’ve woken Maverick up, but it clearly didn’t. Cause yet again, Goose was standing outside of Viper’s office waiting to get another punishment. This time, it was 500 push-ups on the flight deck in the hot California sun. Goose could not wait until they could go back to Virginia.

“Sweetheart?” Goose called out for you. The house was quiet, which was unusual. You two weren’t quiet people. The house was usually filled with music, or the tv, or the sound of dinner being made, but right now, it was silent, and Goose was concerned, “Y/N!?”

His sock covered feet moved through the small house that he was allotted during his time at TOPGUN. It wasn’t anything special, but it was better than the first house the two of you lived in when you were first married. You had grown up in the military, your father being an Admiral, so you knew how these things went. You didn’t expect a fancy house with a white picket fence, and you knew how to be ready to move at a moment’s notice. Goose had loved how you just knew what it was like for him. He hated having to be away from you, or to have to pack up from one location and leave, but it made it easier having a partner who understood.

“Babe!” His voice came out lighter as he walked into the bedroom, and noticed the bathroom door was shut. He could hear the soft sounds of a record being played, and sighed in relief. You were okay, though he hadn’t found you yet, you were still somewhat okay. He walked over to the bathroom door, knocking twice before entering. He could see the outline of your naked body through the steam clouds in the bathroom. You must’ve had a bad day too.

“Sweets?” Goose called out to you again, causing you to jump out of the blank stare you were in. You turned your head and smiled at the sight of your husband, slightly disheveled, his khaki shirt completely unbuttoned showing the white tank top he wore underneath and his dog tags. Usually the sight of him like this, turned you on to no extent, but right now, all you wanted was to be in his arms. That one look you gave him was enough to have Goose take the rest of his uniform off, and walk over to the shower door.

“It’s hot, just an FYI,” You said, taking a step forward to let him in.

“What is it with you women having the shower blazing hot?” Goose quipped, as he got in. He tensed slightly at the hot water touching his back, but then settled into it. It was right what he needed too. He could feel the tension of the day slowly start to roll off his body. Even though he showered after his flight and his pushups, He wouldn’t turn down a moment to come and be in the shower with you.

“How was your day?” You asked, and you felt him wrap his arms around you. He turned you around so you could face him, and pulled you flush against him. You could feel the beating of his heart, and placed a hand on his chest. Goose had noticed you did that a lot, placing a hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat. It was a way to help ground you, to make you feel less anxious. It had come from a traumatic event in your childhood, and Goose had woken up several times at night to the feeling of your hand on his heart.

“Same ol’, same o’,” Goose said, dropping his head to that place between your neck and shoulder, pressing small kisses into your skin, “Mav is being Mav, still trying to have a dick measuring contest with Ice. I told him, maybe just kiss him and get it over with. End all of our suffering.”

You chuckled and shook your head, “You know how Maverick is. He’ll do everything BUT the rational thing.”

“I know,” Goose said, and lifted his head, “How was your day?”

You took a deep breath before answering, “Good.”

“Liar, you took a breath before answering,” Goose said pointing out your tell right away, “I’ve known you for over a decade, sweets. I can tell when you lie to me. So. . . out with it.”

“I went to the doctor today,” You said, and looked at the water droplets falling down his chest. Goose tensed for a moment, and then pushed back your hair that had fallen in front of your face, “Still no answers on why I can’t get pregnant. Just the same ‘it’s not your time’ bullshit we’ve been hearing for the past year.”

From the moment Goose met you, he knew you were going to be the mother of his children. After marrying him five years ago, you two had been determined to start a family quickly, before he had to be sent off around the world again. At first, you two were okay with the fact that it was taking a bit more to get pregnant. Goose and Maverick were young pilots, and took every mission that came their way. But things had started to grow tense after trying and trying, and no results. Arguments had sprung between the two of you like wildfire. Sex felt more like a chore than it should’ve been. Maverick even had to intervene one time, telling you two to go to opposite sides of the house like you were children.

Goose had suggested that the two of you just get away from everything, and you did. He took you up to the mountains of Colorado for a week, to decompress from the stress (poor Maverick was like a lost puppy that week without his ‘parents’). It was like you and Goose had reconnected in that week, reminding each other why they fell in love in the first place. The days were filled with exploring and skiing, and the nights were filled with intense love making.

It was four weeks later, you realized your period was late. You could remember Goose nearly breaking down the bathroom door as you let out a shriek in delight at the sight of the positive pregnancy test. He thought you had seen another spider in the bathroom and came in with a rolled up newspaper. But when you told him you were pregnant, his face turned into pure excitement. That excitement didn’t last long, as two weeks after that, you sat in the doctor’s office being told that it was a false positive, and you weren’t pregnant.

After that moment, Goose had seen a shift in you. You pulled away from Goose, once again opening the door from arguments. You had buried yourself into trying to find an answer, something that would satisfy you better than what your OB had given you. You were tired of the same old answer: ‘you’re healthy, Goose is healthy, it’s just not your time’. Goose had told you the same thing the doctors had, and tried to get you to rest, but you refused. You hated fighting with him, and he hated it too. You two managed to reconcile as Goose went on his deployment with Maverick, and you promised him that you would just take a break, instead of scouring books, magazines, and doctors for answers. The day you got that call that he was coming home and going to TOPGUN, you were elated and already starting to pack his bags for him (if you didn’t, the man, bless his heart, was sure to forget something vital).

Now that you are here, you decided to take up your sister’s advice and visit a doctor out here in California that she recommended. You had hoped that the new doctor might be able to help you, give you a better answer, but it was the same thing as you had heard before. Goose sighed, and ran his fingers down your back, in a soothing motion.

“I know it sucks, and you’ll probably punch me for this, but they are right, sweets. We’ll get our chance, I know we will. I never thought I’d get to TOPGUN, but here I am. Our time is coming, I feel it,” Goose said, and smiled, “Come on, don’t frown. I don’t like seeing that.”

You broke out a small smile. How could you not smile in the presence of Nicholas Bradshaw? He was the definition of sunshine personified. Him walking into a room could light up the gloom. He smiled, and placed a kiss on your lips.

“Let me wash your hair,” Goose said, and you nodded, turning around so your back was facing him. He hummed as he grabbed your shampoo from the shower caddy, putting some in his hands, before lathering it into his hair, “You’d think that people would have had enough of silly love songs. . .” He mumbled under his breath as he scrubbed at your scalp. You smiled, it was the song that was your first dance at your wedding.

“But I look around and see it isn’t so,” He continued to sing as he pulled you back into the water, and rinsed your hair. Goose had fallen in love with washing your hair. When you broke your leg when you two were dating, he had discovered that showering could mean more than sex. He remembered vividly the first time you asked him to help you shower, and he was terrified he was going to drop you, but you trusted him, and that meant so much to him. Ever since then, any chance he got to help you wash your hair, he was jumping at the chance.

“How can I tell you about my loved one?” Goose gently combed his fingers through your hair, spreading the lavender conditioner you used. He never thought he could love the smell of soap so much. “And now. . . we let it sit in your hair because ‘the curls need it to hydrate’” He said in a mock feminine voice. You giggled and turned around.

“Surprised after all this time, you remembered my hair care routine.”

“Of course, sweets, how could I forget? Wash day is every three days, deep conditioner is a must, and to never dry brush your hair it breaks the curls,” Goose repeated pretty much everything you had ever told him about your hair.

“This is why I love you.”

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weasleywinchester · 2 years

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Slow Motion - Ch. 3

I'll Never Be the Same

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Curvy Female Reader

Ehh ooo fam we back with another chapter of the fic that is currently keeping me from the pit of despair! Hopefully a few more updates for a few different series will be up this week since I have a consistent work schedule this week! Also I got the promotion at work! So hopefully my schedule will sort of straighten out so I have more time for the 10,000 hobbies I have 😅

Series Summary:

I mean, love at first sight has to exist for some people. Guess you’re one of the lucky ones. Bob had said it so nonchalantly. Like it was a thing that could, did, happen in real life. And yet here he was, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, falling for you faster than his plane could take off. But even if everything felt slow motion, was it possible the two of you were moving too fast?

Chapter Summary:

A week. One whole ass week and both of you were walking around like love drunk idiots. Rooster's no stranger to showing a girl a good time, but this love thing, that was new. And there was one thing he knew to be true: he could not screw this up. You on the other hand? All new territory; the hot guy, the flirting, you heart sounding like a fighter jet anytime he even crosses your mind. But luckily both of you had plenty of people rooting for you.

Monday

For 7 am there sure has been a lot of activity. You’ve checked in about a dozen guests, rearranged the Admiral’s calendar a few times and the phone will not stop ringing.

You manage to redirect the latest call, slamming the phone back into its cradle. Putting your head in your hands, you take a deep breath in and try not to linger on the fact that you left your lunch sitting on the counter at home. You couldn’t sleep after Bradley dropped you off; you tossed and turning not trying to read too far into the forehead kiss. Does it mean something? Does he look at me like a sister now that he know I’m the one Mav’s been trying to set him up with?

“Morning Red.” A familiar voice, still gravely from sleep, pulls you from your thoughts. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as you look up to see Rooster giving you a sleepy smile as he leans against your desk.

“You’re a sight for tired eyes Cap.” You look up at him, propping your cheek up with your hand. God, he's so cute.

He opens his mouth to reply when another voice cuts him off.

“He’s no captain.” Hangman scoffs, throwing his arm around Rooster and giving him a shake. You manage to keep your laugh to yourself despite the daggers that are clearly shooting out of Rooster’s eyes.

“She knows how to read Hangman.” Bob sarcastically notes as he passes by.

“Come on, let’s move!” Phoenix rolls her eyes, pulling Hangman off of Rooster. He gives a playful “hey!” As he’s shuffled away.

I owe Bob and Phoenix a drink… Bradley thinks as he turns back to your pretty face.

“Why’s he called Hangman?” You wonder aloud.

“How about we don’t talk about him anymore.” Rooster yawns. He may be tired but not enough to talk about Hangman.

“Thanks for driving me home last night.” You smile.

“You mean the whole two streets over from Mav and Penny’s?” He shakes his head. “Thought I was being a gentleman.”

“You were! Mav normally walks me home.” You huff a little laugh, your eyes connecting with his. There it is again, the silence that is full, just not with spoken words.

“I did actually come over here to ask if you were free Friday night?” He slowly asks, casting his eyes downwards. No backing out now. You don’t immediately answer, and when he looks back up your eyes are glued to him and he can practically hear the error noise in your brain.

“Red?” Knew that kiss was too risky. This probably wasn’t the best time. Maybe I can play it off-

“Ya… I’m free.” you answer. Is he asking me out?? On a date??

He quickly stands up straight, running his hands down the front of his uniform and clearing his throat.

“Uh, a bunch of the pilots and a few others are getting together for a bonfire on the beach. Thought maybe you could come with me…” he shrugs practically with his whole body. Stop being so awkward man. You know how do this!

“Ya.” You grin, watching Bradley slowly mirror it.

“Awesome, I’ll pick you up around 7?” He asks, his usual swagger back.

“Okay.” He gives you a shy smile and turns toward the hallway.

“And don’t worry, I remember how to get to your place.” He winks over his shoulder.

Oh no.

“Hey, Rooster?” You wait until he turns to face you. “Could you not drive by Mav’s?” He gives you a small frown and waits for you to continue. “I’ll explain eventually, but Mav will jump to conclusions…”

"The correct conclusions?”

“Ya… but he doesn’t need to know quite yet.” You wink. Rooster grins at your mischievous look and nods.

_______

Friday

“Oh thank god you two could swing by!” You swallow both Penny and Amelia in a hug while trying to shuffle them inside.

“Well, your text made it sound important.” Penny laughs.

“I have a date, sort of, and I have no clue what to wear.” You blurt.

“With who?” Penny asks.

“Sort of?” Amelia asks at the same time.

“You already know.” You try to telepathically transmit Bradley’s name to Penny. “And it’s group bonfire night. Come look at what I have chosen so far.” You take Amelia’s hand and run into your bedroom.

“The beach is freezing at night, so I don’t want to wear anything too light.” You state, showing the girls your outfits you’ve put together so far. “But I also want to, you know, look good…”

“How about forgetting the jacket layer? Maybe he'll an extra if you happen to forget yours.”

“Amelia!” Penny gasps. You and Amelia roll your eyes.

“Penny, she’s your daughter, are you really that surprised?” You playfully snap. Penny contemplates your observation and nods.

“True. So dresses are out?” She picks up the one on your bed.

“Ya… I’ll just end up tucked in it like a ball if I get cold.” You agree.

“Why not just a shirt and jeans?” Penny shrugs. “Well, jean shorts since you don’t do pants.”

“What about this?” Amelia rearranges a few items.

“Perfect.” You and Penny agree. Now just to not be a fool in front of him. He wouldn’t ask you out just because Mav wanted him too…

“You ok (Y/N)?” Penny asks, squeezing your shoulders.

“Penny… I can’t describe this feeling I have. It’s like we know each other, deeper than we know ourselves. But at the same time I’ve known him for a week.” You dramatically flop onto your bed, the girls immediately following suit. “I thought feeling like this only ever existed in my imagination.” You whisper.

“Oh, trust me it’s real. It might not always turn out how we think it will, but it’s very real.” Penny whispers, taking your hand in hers.

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“I’ll bet you a hundred bucks that Rooster shows up with a girl.” Hangman flashes a look to the group of pilots around the fire. They all wave him off, no way would anyone bet on that.

“I’ll bet he shows up with Red.” Bob pipes up. Hangman flashes a wicked smile while the rest of the group shakes their heads.

“You gotta deal Bob.” Hangman extends his hand and they shake.

“You really think he’d bring her?” Phoenix asks, giving Bob an unsure look.

“Trust me.” Bob smiles to himself, pushing up his glasses with his index finger. You two had become good friends and you admitted you would date Rooster if he asked. And Bob had suggested to Rooster to invite you tonight.

“There he is.” Coyote sits up to get a better look. Everyone follows his gaze to the blue bronco that just pulled in. Sure enough Rooster steps out with his signature sunglasses and gives everyone a wave. He jogs to the other side, opening the door and helps you out of the car.

“Bastard, how did you know?” Hangman tosses the bills at Bob, who quickly snatches them before they blow away.

“You sure they’ll be ok with me being here?” You ask Rooster as he takes your hand to help you down the hill.

“Ya, Hangman invited Joanna and her friends. Plus the group likes you al-“ he can feel you lose your balance and manages to catch you before you and booze hit the sand. “ready.” He finishes.

“I swear that wasn’t on purpose.” You giggle.

“If you wanted me to hold you close all you had to do was ask.” Rooster teases, quickly pecking you on the cheek before letting you stand on your own.

“Will you two hurry up? I’m thirsty!” Fanboy yells from his spot in the sand. The rest of the group playfully kicks sand in his direction as you and Rooster quickly join the group.

“Ooo whiskey, you know how to pick the good stuff Red.” Hangman compliments.

“What makes you think she picked it?” Rooster feigns offense.

“You would have bought cheap beer, and a lot of it.” Phoenix answers.

“Yikes. Guess it benefits everyone that I came.” You tease, sitting down next to Bob.

“You don’t mind us using the nickname, right?” Bob whispers, offering you some m&ms.

“I don’t, and I don’t think Rooster does either.” You shrug, gladly taking a handful of m&ms.

The group of girls Hangman invited join you, turning up the volume of the radio and getting everyone to dance. The bottle of whiskey disappears just as fast as the sun sets and everyone but the pilots, and you, have stumbled home.

“Wait, wait, wait! You’re telling me he wouldn’t let you, a pilot for the United States Navy, fly him? In a plane?” You shout in disbelief.

“Nope. Said it’s not you babe, it’s the plane.” Halo holds her hands up in surrender. “Like I believed that for even a second!”

“Would you fly with Rooster?” Phoenix asks, eyeing you suspiciously. Everyone gets quiet, their eyes flicking between you and Rooster.

“Ya, of course.” You answer. If you trust pilots you don’t even know to fly 747’s then why would you not trust anyone currently sitting around you?

“Really?” Hangman asks, his eyes searching yours to see if you’re just saying that to be nice.

“Ya, seems silly not to trust one of the best.” You smile at Rooster. “And that goes for all of you.” You quickly add, not that it made your feelings any less obvious.

“Think you’re the only civilian who’s ever said that to any of us.” Bob states, the look of surprise still on his face.

“Lucky me.” You smile. A shiver runs up your back as the breeze starts biting through your shirt.

“Here.” Rooster shucks his flannel off and places it on your shoulders.

“Now you’ll be cold.” You comment, trying to hide the smile tugging at your mouth. I owe Amelia a girls day out.

“Brought a spare when I saw you were wearing shorts and a baseball tee.” He shoots back as he puts a new flannel on.

Bob and Phoenix share a look when Rooster scoots flush against your side, putting his arm around you.

“They’re so in love.” Phoenix whispers.

“How long before they realize that?” Bob chuckles as he finished off his beer.

The group chats until the fire dies down enough that it no longer keeps any of you warm. Everyone says their goodnights, the guys giving Rooster a few cheeky comments about taking you home as he helps you into the Bronco.

“Hey.” You put your hands on his before he has time to walk away. His body snaps back to the side of the car, his face coming very close to yours as he gives you that cute dazed look you can never get enough of.

“I had a really nice time Bradley.” You whisper.

“So did I.” He smiles, eyes drifting down to your lips. When he looks back up you lean in and gently press your lips to his for a split second. You pull back far enough to make sure you weren’t moving too fast.

Without taking his eyes off you he opens the door, and slides into your seat, guiding you to sit on his lap. He flicks his eyes from yours down to your mouth and back up, silently asking if he can continue. You nod and eagerly press your mouth against his. His fingers dig into your thigh, and he licks the seam of your mouth begging for entrance.

You gladly oblige, your arm wrapping around his neck as the other hand slots into his curly hair. Your tongues dance and swirl, no spot left untouched. After what feel like eternity, you unlock your mouth from his, lungs desperate for air and brain so foggy you feel like you’re spinning. And then you feel it, a tickle that follows each kiss down your neck and you can’t help but squirm away.

“What’s so funny Red?” He breathes out, his own lungs finally having a chance to fill.

“The ‘stache tickles.” You giggle, combing it with your fingers.

“Say the word and I'll shave it.” He takes your hand, kissing each of your finger tips before kissing your lips.

“You would do that?” You frown. The world famous 'stache shaved for me?

“Only if you promise to keep kissing me like this.” He smiles, pushing your hair behind your ear.

“Can’t shave it, pretty sure the Navy would throw me overboard.” You kiss him on the cheek. “Guess you’ll just have to keep kissing me until I get used to it.” You mumble as you press your open mouth against his.

He sighs, a smile spreading across his face. As you wish, Red.

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Saturday

“Don’t you two took great!” Penny claps her hands together at the sight of Maverick and Rooster in full uniform.

“You say that to everyone in uniform.” Mav chuckles, stealing a kiss.

“Can’t help that everyone looks good in uniform.” She laughs, turning to Rooster. His eyes are already scanning the Family Fun Day crowd for something, or someone.

“We’ll catch up later.” Mav pats him on the back. Rooster gives him a nod and bolts to the row of booths.

“Just me or is he distracted?” Mav smirks at Penny.

“Not as distracted as you.” She winks, taking off toward the crowd.

Rooster waves to a few people as he passes, eyes darting around the carnival until he spots you sitting on a bench. He straightens his uniform, takes a deep breath and saunters over to you.

“Hey Red.” His smooth voice whispers in your ear.

“Cap.” You lean back and smile over your shoulder. Swear her smile gets more beautiful every time...

“How come you’re not over there with all the other pretty girls waiting to walk the runway.” He nods to the group of women dressed in their best 1940’s attire.

“No one wants to see me on that runway.” You playfully roll your eyes.

“I do.” He simply answers, looking at you over the brim of his glasses.

“You think I'm just as pretty?” You smile triumphantly.

“I think you’re more beautiful than any of the women on this base, but that’s beside the point.” He stands up, waltzing around the bench and taking a seat next to you. “What’s it going to take to get you up there?” He nods toward the stage.

“Seriously?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“How about a friendly wager?” He slides off his glasses, clipping them to his shirt, and waits for your answer. You wave your hand for him to continue.

“You get on that stage and I’ll take you to dinner.” He smirks. “You win that competition, you get to choose the place and I'll pay.” He lays one arm along the back of the bench, and even though he’s not touching you, you can feel the electricity spark from his fingertips.

“Sounds like you just want an excuse to be alone with me.” you point out. He bites his tongue and gives you a shy smile.

“Damn, saw right through me.” He chuckles in your ear. You feel the tip of his nose gently scrape against your cheek, and it takes every ounce of control not to shiver.

“We have a deal, hot stuff.” You say into the shell of his ear and walk over to the sign in table.

“Rooster!”

He turns to the voice to see Hangman, Phoenix and the rest of the crew barreling toward him.

“What’s up man?” Rooster reaches for Hangman’s hand, pulling him in for a half hug.

“Did you see all the ladies gearing up for the annual 40’s styled battle of the babes.” He claps, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“I know which one is gunna win.” Rooster fires back.

“And how would you know that?” Phoenix pokes.

“Guess you'll just have to wait and see.” Rooster grins, playfully punching the air and taking off to find you backstage.

“Ready Red?” He whispers into your ear, laughing when you jump a little.

“Bradley! Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to sneak up on people?” You lightly swat his chest, your heart going into overdrive.

“Yea, but the Navy says differently.” He flashes a smile as the precession of ladies moves onto the stage.

Someone is announcing names of the girls and their escorts while the crowd ooh’s and ahh’s at them. You watch each girl walk out into that runway, a seed of doubt sprouting in the back of your mind.

“You don't really have to do this if you don't want to.” Rooster offers, noting the small furrow in your brow. He takes your hand and gently places it in the cook of his elbow, preparing to take you wherever you want to go.

“Tell me one thing before we walk out?” You whisper.

“Anything.” He answers. He’s typically reserved with personal information, but he feels like he can tell you anything.

“You ever met someone that makes you feel… different, like you’ll never be the same?” Like you've been in love the moment you saw them in a bar smiling like at you like you were the best thing they ever laid eyes on?

He takes a deep breath beside you, shaking out the tension in his body. Your turn.

“Ya. You.” He confesses, heart pounding louder than a fighter plane. He slowly looks over to see you look up at him, a smile spreading across your face as one of the volunteers backstage directs you to where to start walking.

“And now we have Miss (Y/Full/N), who I’ve been told was awarded the call sign ‘Red’. Ain’t the cute everyone? Her own call sign!”

Bradley struts beside you, waving and saluting to the crowd and you can’t help but do the same.

“And look at those amazing victory rolls! Very talented! She’s escorted by Lieutenant Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw...”

A Loud whistle erupts from the crowd, followed by loud cheering. You look to see all of his friends clapping and whistling as you two walk by. When you reach the end of the stage Rooster gives you a twirl and dips you low, making the crowd go wild.

“Rooster!” You giggle as he gently pulls you up, keeping you close.

“Gotta give them the whole show Red.” He chuckles, walking you back up the stage.

“Alright! Let’s see what the judges have to say.” The announcer excitedly tells the crowd. Each judge holds up their cards but you could care less if you won, because you still get the ultimate prize of a date with the handsome man beside you.

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Monday

“How would one get a hold of 10 pounds of crappy work coffee?” You ask Eric, whom you have labeled “the snack man” since he’s in charge of ordering all the food and drinks for the staff break rooms.

He stops reading the paperwork that’s in front of him and slowly turns to you.

“Why would you need that much?”

“It’s… ugh… for a personal thing.” You shrug. Please don’t ask…

His face turns from concerned to intrigued, which means you’re going to have to fess up.

“I lost a bet with Mav. I now owe him a year's worth of crappy work coffee.” you mumble, finding the toes of your shoes very interesting.

“Ok. What was the bet?” He finally breaks the silence.

“What?” You look up at him.

“The bet. What was it?”

You stick your tongue inside of your cheek. Can't be worse then telling Mav he won, right?

“Whether or not I’d start dating his nephew…”

Eric bursts out laughing, slamming his fists on the desk.

“Eric…” You moan. It’s not that funny!

Eric’s turning red at this point, unable to breath in long enough to give himself oxygen. You give him a few more seconds but it doesn’t seem like he’s going to stop.

“Eric! You going to help me or what?” You shout.

“Ya… ya, I’ll get you your crappy coffee.” He stands and walks past you. “I would say I could have told you you’d lose that bet, but guess you didn’t really lose, huh?” He pats your shoulder and starts gathering the coffee.

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“Woah, what’s that for?” Amelia asks as Bradley slams the giant coffee bag onto the island.

“No idea. (Y/N) said to set it on the counter.” He shrugs, taking a seat next to her.

“Oh good, you’re here.” You smile at Amelia as you walk into the kitchen.

“Coffee Beans?” Amelia raises her brow at you.

“Mav and I had a bet. And I lost. He gets a year's worth of work coffee.”

“What was the bet?” Amelia and Bradley say in unison.

“Whether or not I would end up dating Bradley…” The words slowly fall from your mouth.

“We are official now…” Bradley points out to Amelia.

“Called it. But that means you bet against it?” Amelia frowns at the last bit.

“Woah woah, don’t get it twisted. I would date Bradley in a heartbeat…” You clarify. “I didn’t think he would want to date…. me.”

“Why?” They ask in unison again.

“Because sometimes I can’t get past what society has put into my head.” You sigh.

“Babe, You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met.” He takes your hand and pulls you until you’re standing between his knees. “And I wouldn't change a thing about all these nice curves.” He rumbles into your ear, running his hands along your hips.

“Thanks sugar.” You tell him softly, pressing your lips quickly against his.

“No kissing in front of the children!” Amelia playfully whines, covering her eyes.

“Alright, alright! Help me make this look nice!” You giggle, taking a bunch of supplies out of your bag.

_______

“Amelia said (Y/N) came by earlier and dropped something off for you.” Penny tells Mav as they pull into the garage.

“Really? Thought she was stuck at work-” Mav takes two steps into the house and all he can see from the hall is MAV written in big red letters. He quickly walks over to the kitchen island and there’s a large brown box sitting on the counter that says

Lift me!

He shimmy’s the box up to reveal a very large bag of coffee that has a note taped to the top of it

Look in the box.

“That’s not even the good stuff…” Penny mumbles. Mav’s face breaks into the biggest smile when he remember what he told you a couple months back

“Too late. You owe me a year's worth of crappy work coffee if you two end up dating.”

He looks inside the box and there’s an envelope stuck to the top. He peels it off, flipping it over to open it and almost misses the very small writing along the flap

You win.

He opens it and pulls out a polaroid picture of you and Bradley kissing.

“It’s official.” He smiles triumphantly, turning the picture to show Penny.

“Hope she’s ready for this wild ride.” Penny shakes her head, giving Mav a big kiss on the cheek.

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Is It Working For You? Part 17 | Rooster x Reader

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Summary: Heading back to San Diego feels like going home to Bradley, and that's where he wants to stay.

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, angst, fluff, some swears, adult banter

Length: 2600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Bradley was hesitant to leave your side. He had made you worry about him today, and he could see how much energy that had taken from you. The look of exhaustion on your face made him want to bundle you up in a blanket and hold you.

When Bradley saw Cam and Maria on the deck earlier, they told him that you threw up in the trash can in the communications room and almost collapsed right in front of the Admirals. Then Cam had to hold you upright until Bradley was able to engage his ESAT again.

In some way, it felt good to know the events of the day affected you so deeply. God, he loved you so much, and now he knew with certainty that you returned his feelings. But you really needed to get some rest.

Hand in hand, he walked you back to the bunk you were sharing with a few other officers so you could take a nice hot shower. Bradley's body was starting to ache, so he headed off in the direction of his own shower, hoping to ease some of the pain in his shoulders.

Then he went to sit down in the lounge and have a conversation with Maverick.

"Bradley," Mav said, standing and then hesitating as Bradley walked toward him. "I have so much I want to say to you. But I want to start off by saying I'm sorry. And then letting you know what an exceptional aviator and teammate you are. But I think the most important thing that you need to hear again is thank you."

Bradley took the seat across from him, and they talked. About everything. It seemed as though nothing was off limits. They talked for hours, Maverick asking about everything he had missed in Bradley's life. And in turn, Bradley found that he was curious about Maverick too.

They stood and left the lounge on a very positive note, shaking hands and then embracing each other. "You mom and dad would be so proud of you, Bradley. I wish every day that they could be here with you."

Bradley nodded, biting the inside of his cheek to fight that uncomfortable feeling he got when he let himself miss his parents too much. He just wanted a home, somewhere he could belong. Other than his friendship with Phoenix, the first time he had ever felt like he could have something like a family was when he was with you. But Maverick was a link to his past, so he went ahead and asked the question that was in the forefront of his mind. "Maybe we could spend some more time together? I mean, nothing too crazy, just get a coffee or something next week or sometime?"

"I would like that. Why don't you drive out to the desert and check out my hangar one day soon? I'm working on some projects that might interest you, and I could probably use your help. I'd also like to hear more about your girl," Maverick said with a smile.

"I already told you, old man, she's all mine," Bradley said with a laugh.

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You spent the following day packing up all of the equipment you had used for the Daggers mission. Even though you had passed out early last night and slept really well, you were just exhausted. The events of yesterday had really messed with your body. Now that Bradley was safe and sound, you wanted to take him to bed with you and cuddle with him for a week. Maybe you could use some of your vacation time soon and do just that.

For the remainder of the day, every time you saw Bradley, he kept a respectable distance from you and managed to keep his hands to himself. At first you wondered if you had done something wrong, but you could see in his eyes that you hadn't.

"Better get used to it, Sweetheart," he told you in passing as he and Phoenix were headed out to the deck. "I promised I would behave at work, given the chance. And I'm not about to fuck this up." He held up his hands before placing them on his hips. "See? Hands to myself."

"If you stay in San Diego, I expect you to keep your hands to yourself during the day, and then after work they belong to me. So does the rest of you, especially that mustache, Lieutenant."

Bradley chuckled, then his face turned serious. "And what if I get stationed in Virginia? Or Texas or Florida?"

You shrugged slightly. "Then we'll figure it out. But you're still mine."

Phoenix rolled her eyes and pretended to gag. "Is this the part where you guys get really disgusting with each other? Because I don't know if I can handle that. I think you should go back to sneaking around in secret." Phoenix winked at you.

"Absolutely fucking not," Bradley told her. "Don't listen to her, Sweetheart. We can be as disgusting as we want."

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Since Bradley and Maverick had both lost their F/A-18s during the mission, they were to ride back in the Comanche transport with you. Bradley wedged himself into the seat between you and Maverick, once you had strapped yourself in, you let your fingers tangle with his.

"You should try to sleep, Baby Girl," he told you sweetly. "It's a few hours to refueling."

"I can never fall asleep on these things," you replied as the Comanche took off from the carrier deck and headed toward Hawaii. "They are so loud, even with earplugs."

"Oh, fuck, this sucks," Bradley said, grimacing at the loud noise as he tried to get more comfortable in his tiny seat and nylon straps.

"Yeah, I have noticed that," you told him with a laugh. "It almost makes me hate flying."

He finally wiggled into a position that seemed to work for him, with his leg pressed up against yours. "This isn't flying. I'll take you up in a two seater with me, Sweetheart. Now that's flying. I'm sure Phoenix will let us use hers. Maybe I can get permission to take you to Nevada. We could try to visit my cousins, they live near a naval airstrip."

You smiled as your eyes closed. "I'd like that, Roo," you whispered as you started to fall asleep. As you dozed, you could hear Bradley and Maverick laughing softly. Something good had happened between them, and you couldn't wait for Bradley to tell you about it. But for now, you just wanted your boyfriend to enjoy having renewed his relationship with his honorary uncle.

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Being back at the barracks was all well and good, but Bradley was already thinking about your apartment as being cozier than his bare bones accomodations on base. He desperately wanted to head over to your place, but you'd both just landed back in San Diego an hour or so ago. He knew you needed time to call your parents, unpack and shower, so he was currently laying in bed staring at his ceiling.

He didn't want to overstay his welcome at your apartment, since you lived with Maria and shared expenses with her. But he wanted to be with you as much as possible. You had invited him over for dinner and a sleepover, but eventually he would need to have a conversation with you about what came next.

And on that note, he grabbed his phone from his charger and started scrolling through real estate listings. He wondered what kind of place you would like. Something big enough for you both but still cozy at the same time? That seemed like the best bet.

Yeah, he realized he was getting ahead of himself, but if he could convince the Top Gun Admirals to keep him around for good, he wanted to have a jump on his housing and get out of the barracks. And if you eventually decided to move in with him, well he wanted to make sure that he had a place that you liked and that was the right size.

Bradley scrolled along countless listings and saved several of them to check out later. He completely lost track of time and was almost late getting to your place with his overnight bag.

When you opened the door, you pulled him inside and wrapped your arms around his neck with a smile and whispered, "I missed you. I couldn't wait for you to get here." Bradley held you tighter against him.

"It smells good in here, Sweetheart. Are you cooking Marry Me Rooster?"

You laughed and kissed his chin. "Yes, just for you." Then you kissed his cheek and ran your tongue over the longest scar on his neck as your fingers drifted to the buttons of his Hawaiian shirt. So you wanted to do that before dinner? Worked for him.

"Where's Maria?" Bradley asked as you tossed his shirt and undershirt to the floor and started unbuttoning his jeans.

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes as you dipped your hand into his boxer briefs.

"She went up to Oceanside to see her sister," you replied, and Bradley immediately walked you backward to the couch, pulling your shirt off on the way.

"Excellent. It's about time I got to be alone with my girlfriend," he murmured as the backs of your knees hit the couch and you sat on the cushions with a little bounce. Looking up at him with a sweet smile, you deftly pulled his hardening cock out of the front of his unzipped jeans and guided the tip into your mouth. You sucked him gently, just playing with the tip, and fuck if Bradley wasn't completely in love with everything you did. With heavy lidded eyes, he watched your tongue peek out and caress the underside of his length.

"That's so fucking hot," he growled, stroking your cheek softly. You positively preened from his words and slid him in deeper until he hit the back of your throat. Bradley grunted hard as his balls hit your bottom lip and chin. You pulled him out before you could gag and slid him back in over and over again. With one hard suck, you pulled him out with a pop, and the string of saliva connecting his tip and your mouth had him absolutely throbbing.

"Now, I want to fuck you," you told him, as you stood and shimmied out of your athletic shorts.

"Anything for my girlfriend," he said with a smile, stepping out of his shoes and pulling his jeans off.

"Oh my God, I need to turn the stove off!" you gasped, shoving Bradley down onto the couch as you ran past him into the kitchen. Bradley laughed and settled back along the length of the couch completely naked, and waited for you to return. Even if the dinner was burned, he didn't care. He would still eat it, and it would probably taste better than anything he'd eaten since the last time you'd fed him.

"It's okay!" you announced as you walked back into the living room, climbed onto the couch and crawled up his naked body. You kissed his penis and abs on your way up to his mouth. "Now where were we?" you asked, placing soft, lingering kisses to his lips.

"I think you were about to fuck me, Baby Girl," Bradley replied as your lips moved to his neck.

"Mmm, yes, that sounds right."

He reached his hands up to cup your ass before squeezing you and easing your underwear down your legs. Within seconds you were sliding your warm, wet pussy down along his length. He loved that you weren't shy about what you wanted from him.

You dug your fingers into his hair and slipped your tongue into his mouth while you bounced up and down on him. Every time your clit rubbed against his body, you moaned into his mouth. The effect was just indecent, going right to his cock.

"Fuck, you feel so good." It had been almost a week since you'd had sex, and Bradley hated that he knew you'd eventually have to go longer than that when he was deployed again. He wanted this all the time, wanted to be around you every day.

He braced one foot on the floor and used the leverage to fuck up into you hard a few times, and you squealed in delight, grabbing onto his shoulders.

"Roo, you naughty thing. I said I wanted to fuck you, not the other way around."

"You're right, Sweetheart. I'll listen better next time," he promised as he smiled and let you set the pace once again.

As you happily rode him, he circled your clit with his thumb, just how he knew you liked it, and you moaned into his mouth again. He could live off of the sound you made as you came, your walls squeezing around him.

"Okay," you managed in a breathy voice as you peppered his face with soft kisses. "Now you can fuck me."

Without removing himself from you, he scooped you up and tipped you the other way until you were the one on your back. He pushed your legs wide to get a good angle, wanting to hear you get vocal.

"What do you say? Think you can come again for me?" he asked, a cocky grin finding his lips as he moved slowly, decadently in and back out of you.

You just nodded and whined louder as his lips found that sweet spot on your neck, and he fucked you into the couch cushions. The extra little bounce it gave you was enjoyable for him, and he nipped at your breasts as they bounced along to the rhythm. Your incoherent babbling was music to his ears. He loved making you like this.

He worked you into a second frenzy before he let himself go, grabbing your hips and slamming into you as his head tipped back in pleasure. When he finally eased himself out of you, he was careful to get his hand in place, preventing any of your joint cum from messing up the couch cushions. You moaned a little louder as he used his fingers to scoop up everything at your opening. Oh, he definitely had a thing for giving you creampies. He could stare at this beautiful sight all day.

Then Bradley nearly fell off the couch as he watched you squeeze your legs together, sit up and lick his hand clean.

"God damn it, Y/N," he rasped as your tongue ran back and forth along his palm before taking his fingers fully into your mouth one at a time. "Shit, Baby Girl. How am I ever supposed to get you out of my mind?"

"You're not," you told him as you climbed into his lap. He welcomed you there and kissed you, tasting both of you on your lips.

"That's good to hear, because I will never be able to, for the rest of my life."

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You and Bradley finally made it off the couch and helped each other get dressed. You guided him toward the kitchen table, both of his hands in yours.

"I've decided this is a celebratory dinner, no matter what. Because even if you get stationed in another state, we can figure this thing out," you told him as he sat down in one of the chairs.

He rubbed his thigh and smiled up at you, and you climbed onto his lap. "I'm not going to let that happen," he told you, gently rubbing circles into your lower back. "When I meet with Cyclone and Warlock next week, I'll convince them to keep me here, near you."

You stroked his scarred cheek with your fingertips and gently kissed him. "I don't care where you are, Bradley, as long as you're mine."

After some lingering kisses, you managed to get dinner on the table. And although the Marry Me Rooster was mostly cold, Bradley ate it and declared it was the best thing that had ever touched his tongue other than you. And then he set you down on the kitchen counter and cleaned up all the dishes before hauling you off to your bedroom.

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shih-coulda-had-it · 2 years

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haha but wait i am having brainworms about top gun. sorry for maverick spoilers but i assume none of you are particularly caring for them.

800~ words of a time travel fix-it, ft. icemav, incorrect military jargon, and the best damn pilot who’s gonna get his best friend out of the academy alive and well.

maverick and rooster get into the f-14. it’s a bit of a time travel vibe of its own, mitchell in the front and bradshaw in the back, and maverick can feel himself slipping. the way rooster screams his callsign is familiar; the deathly shriek of the engines is familiar; maverick hears the signal of a missile lock and falls prey to panic, denial, remorse—

and between one blink and the next, he’s riding his motorcycle with goose behind him, yelling his callsign because oh SHIT THE TRUCK. maverick’s reflexes save them from a collision, but not from a crash. they’re lucky to be wearing their helmets for once.

JESUS CHRIST MAV, yells goose, CAN WE NOT DIE TWO HUNDRED MILES FROM TOP GUN. he’s sprawled out on the hot dusty dirt and maverick scrambles to check over him, eyes wide and heart thumping and for once in his life, his smart mouth has no snappy comebacks. goose twigs onto the weirdness immediately. it helps that maverick is two seconds away from a panic attack, and he spills the beans without a second thought.

goose, admirably, rolls with it. he’s dead in the future? well shit jesus mav, you’d better have thought of all the ways i don’t die. anything else? how’s my wife? my son? (maverick says: don’t. you’ll just think about all the ways they should measure up, and it’s—it’s just not what you should do.) okay, so… are they still going to top gun? it sounds like they could REALLY have an edge against the other pilots.

maverick: goose, you died in training. i got you killed. don’t you want to get out and live your life with your wife and son?

goose: see, no. because you’re not going to drop. thirty years and you’re not tired? cmon baby let’s roll.

maverick begins to laugh, a little hysterical, mostly relieved. he’s really going to re-live his life. he’s going to fix one of the worst moments of his life, because priority number one is getting goose to graduation, alive and at the goddamn top of the class. and maybe, just maybe, he can stay focused this time—those two weeks he spent training those kids, it really felt like he’d finally found the right teaching method.

things with charlie had gone sour in the three months he first tried teaching at top gun, so maverick knows to not go down that route. he likes her as a woman who isn’t afraid to shake him by the shoulders and bully him into action. he hadn’t been fond of the pointed suggestions to smarten up his act and climb the ranks.

(he flirts with charlie for the sake of old times; he lets her go about her business without pursuing her into the bathroom, which his old man sensibilities now cringe at. [oh god PENNY. he does not want to remember how rocky that road had been, even if they’d managed that one last connection] goose cocks his head at maverick, and maverick shrugs off the concern.)

what he’s forgot about top gun: iceman, at his prime. iceman, who thinks maverick is DANGEROUS. the young man he is now—rigid and conservative in his estimates—would never indulge maverick’s daredevil tricks.

what’s funny though is that maverick as he is now, an old mind in a young body, outflies iceman AND doesn’t lose his cool when things go south. iceman does not get what’s happening. what the fuck is happening to maverick that he can fly like this. why is maverick the one exuding the “cool and collected” attitude and actually spending time with him discussing maneuvers, encouraging and praising—

goose: are you honest to god flirting with the iceman? is that what’s happening?

maverick: ?? he’s my wingman, goose. after you, he was kind of my one consistent contact who kept checking in with me, and also saving my ass from being court-martialed, so yknow i feel like i owe it to him. he’s a good guy. i think you’ll like him when we’re out of here.

goose: brother you are insane in the membrane but I’ll grant you this. must be a wild future we’ve got ahead of us. we could use any guardian angel we can get.

maverick: haha funny you should say that. someone once coined iceman as my guardian angel.

goose: •_•

(anyways so I would say the ball’s in the air regarding whether or not rooster was also flung back in time. he’s a kid again. he has his mom again. they’re flying to san diego to meet up with his dad, and oh god oh man, he—he recognizes the look in maverick’s eyes. the wistful despair of a man who can’t bridge a relationship he burned long ago.

rooster: if my dad dies again, ill kill you, mav.

maverick: yeah, you and me both, buddy.)

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archivallyfound09 · 2 years

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I Am Good, I’m VERY Good. pt. 3

Usual warnings. This gets a bit into your military history- stick with me.

Don't steal or post people's things as your own-not cool. None of these characters are mine-just borrowing them to advance the plot.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings:*insert Cap. America*: Language! Some cursing.

Mission briefings quickly became training simulations, the pilots all attempting to out-do Maverick and his team of bogeys. You sat next to the comms, listening in to their chatter (both with each other and with their own teams). You tapped your pencil, elbow on the desk in front of you, legs crossed and mimicking the tapping of your pencil.

“Where the hell is he?” You heard Phoenix’s voice over the system along with some static. “Hangman, eyes behind me?” She asked.

No answer.

“Hangman?! Do you see Maverick?!” She asked, the frustration and alarm both building in her voice. “Dammit!” she yelled, “he left us out to dry, Bob. Goddammit!” You heard Bob let out a frustrated sigh followed by a high-pitched ringing noise.

“That’s a lock. Phoenix and Bob, you’re down.” If Maverick felt any superiority and joy on shooting down the young hot-shot pilots, he didn’t show it. Threw a slew of curses from the now-done pilots, you heard another voice.

“Gotcha old man,” you could feel the ego oozing from Hangman. You weren’t sure what happened, but suddenly you heard the missile lock followed by a surprising admission. “Dammit Maverick!”

You finished writing that round of notes and commentary, stepping out of the side office in the hangar and saw Bob, Phoenix, and Hangman doing push-ups with Hondo counting, watching the team closely. ‘What happened?’ you mouthed to him. Hondo shrugged and tilted his head towards Maverick, the elder pilot climbing down out of his plane.

“So you got all three, even though I heard Hangman come up in your blind spot?” you quizzed, walking towards him. Maverick smirked at you triumphantly and nodded, adjusting his grip on his helmet.

“These guys don’t know the importance of patience or,” he made sure to stop in front of Hangman, “the importance of sticking with you team and not leaving them out to hang.” He emphasized the last word and looked down at the sweaty and pissed-off pilot. Maverick led you away before Hangman could make a retort.

“I hit the brakes, he throttled forward, weapons lock, game over,” he said, smiling at you, “I’ll keep it short for your reports.” You nodded gratefully and let out a small laugh, heading back to your office. Maverick tapped your doorframe twice and headed back out towards his plane, leaving you to your report.

You looked at the next flight simulation on the agenda: Bradshaw. You sighed, knowing that there were going to be more push-ups in his future. You started jotting notes down about the pre-check with Rooster and Coyote and Yale, nothing out of the ordinary.

The engagement was textbook and almost identical to the earlier flight with Hangman, except Rooster didn’t leave his team. But you knew something was wrong when Rooster and Maverick went silent on the radio. You grabbed the receiver and called.

“Base to Maverick- respond.” Nothing. “Base to Rooster. Base to Coyote.” Nothing initially until you hear Coyote on the system, sounding a bit unsure of himself.

“Yale, how far down did they go?” “Holy shit, holy shit!”

You heard the weapons lock noise echo. You called out to Maverick again on the comms. No response, you looked at the simulation info on the screen in front of you. It dawned on you as soon as you heard Admiral Simpson behind you.

“They broke the hard deck.”

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You looked out from your office door and saw Bradley dripping with sweat as he did another set of 200 push-ups. You shook your head and removed a line from your report: broke hard deck.

It didn’t matter that he got a lock on Maverick. The whole engagement was null and void after passing that precipice. You knew the trouble both of them could get in with this break of regulations. Rooster lost, Rooster did push-ups, Rooster would get enough chewing out by Maverick and Hondo- this didn’t need to go up the chain.

You closed your laptop and put some papers back into a folder, placing it in a bottom drawer of your makeshift desk. You grabbed your bag and threw on your aviators, shutting off the single lightbulb from the ceiling above. You stepped out of the office, paying no mind to the pilots seated nearby, all drenched in sweat and clearly angry about the days’ festivities.

“No word of encouragement, Razor?” You froze mid-step, your Air Force callsign being the last thing you expected to hear- especially from the smirking scowl of Hangman. You regained composure as fast as you could, but he saw the slight waver in your eyes.

“Fly better.”

You walked out to your car and put your laptop and bag in the front seat. Climbing in, you put the key in the ignition, but didn’t turn it on. Sweltering in the heat of the car, you sat in silence. It was broken with a sharp bang on the heel of you hand to the steering wheel. ‘Shit!’ You thought. It had only taken them a few days to dig up something on you.

You were hoping that this assignment would just get you out of the office for a bit and you’d actually be able to help with the mission. You had attempted to fly something like this a few years earlier, but a faulty engine and enemy fire brought you down in the middle of the pacific. Your pilot had gone down, leaving you as a CSO (combat systems officer) with no partner.

The crash had traumatized you more than you realized. You couldn’t go up there again. Not in the cockpit. Commercial flights were made bearable only by copious amounts of alcohol and muscle relaxers. Not a safe combo, but it was the only way to get your ass in the air. Having a PTSD damaged flyer in their midst was surely going to bring down the team’s confidence in you, especially Bates and Maverick.

Fuck.

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Later that night, your phone buzzed with an email from Vice Admiral Simpson:

“Mission Protocol Briefing, 0600 hours.”

You looked at the other recipients and saw .gov address of Rear Admiral Cain. He had been the one to convince the Pentagon to send you. He was the one who pulled you along with Admiral Kazansky- both wanting your expertise even if you were grounded and damaged.

“Fuck.”

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The Fall of Cordonia

Chapter Three

Trigger Warning: Infant mortality mentioned, suicide, sexual assault and murder.

A/N: Im a little shook from writing this 😬

Word count: 2342

Characters belong to Pixelberry.

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Nikolas had not stopped crying since being placed in Marguerite's arms many hours ago. She sat on the edge of her bed with him, thrusting her nipple into his mouth, attempting to feed and soothe him; disregarding the fact her supply dried up months ago. Each time he suckled desperately, his tiny mouth released into an erratic fit, fingers balled into tight fists, unsatisfied with his continuing thirst.

Her scent was different, the sound of her voice unfamiliar, and the beating of her heart did not have the same rhythmic tune that usually lulled him to sleep.

The Princess continued her attempts to feed and bring comfort to him, however, the baby refuses her breast. After the night she had, all the crying, Nikolas refusing to bond with her, sleep deprivation, she wasn't sure if her plan would be plausible, if this child would ever accept her as his mother.

She rose from the bed and gently laid him in the bassinet that sat directly next to her, staring at his swollen, bright blue eyes, that were full of rage and fear. Those same eyes were similar in color and form as her own newborn son, except his had been void of any emotion...there were no tears, no blinking, no pain, just stillness.

Her own eyes began to mist as she thought about that day, privately delivering a stillborn child, two months before her due date. She knew the minute she saw the soft, downey hair of blonde that covered his small head, the father was not a current King, but, rather, a former prince.

Nikolas was the closest thing she now had to keeping her miserable reality a distant memory. Nearly the same blood that coursed through his tiny veins, was the also the one that burned with desire and passion for her almost a year ago. Would Leo ever accept this child as his own? He had been so relunctant to before, but, now, just maybe, if he held their baby in his arms, would she be able to entice him back into her world. Except, this wasn't their sweet baby, she wasn't his mother and Nikolas was making damn sure, without a doubt, she knew it.

Feeling depleted, she plopped back down onto the bed, the sheer volume of his ever continuous crying, driving her to the brink of insanity. She was positive, at that moment, all of Monaco could hear the weeping of the young prince of Cordonia; it was almost a symbolic gesture of his first duty, to share the downfall of his country and to share his displeasure.

Her hands began to shake uncontrollably and an intense pressure started to rise in her chest that caused breathing to become laborious.

She had to silence him somehow and quickly, to end the nightmare of her own enduring agony.

With her first real attempt at being a mother, seemingly failing, she called for her maid servant, unable to take it any longer. She hastily wrapped Nikolas in the blanket he arrived to her in, which bore a tiny phoenix in the corner, the crest of his mother's house. Marguerite dropped the child in the arms of her servant, at which time, his crying began to subside. She made explicit instructions to rid her of the reminder, that once again, her failure to secure an heir and the man she lusted for, would be in vain.

The servant bowed and shuffled from the room with Nikolas nestled in her arms.

Marguerite turned to face the wall opposite of her, the one that held the sword of generations of Monacan monarchs, her tiny hands releasing it from its mount.

Gripping the pommel, she held it in front of her, and with a deep breath, thrust the blade into her gut and twisted. She fell back onto the bed as pools of hot blood flowed at her sides. The Princess ran a finger down the cool, shiny, silver blade, embracing her pending death and inevitable peace.

******

Liam directed Paul to take the remains of his step mother back her quarters and placed with dignity in her bed. He then ordered the other guard to lay the Countess with her, until proper arrangements could be made, if it ever could at this point.

With Regina and Madeleine's death happening within the walls of the palace, he was wrought with nausea, pondering who else had succumbed to this senseless atrocity. He wanted to believe Bastien's words that it was possible, Riley and Nikolas were safe, yet, the Auvernal army was able to breach the guard and protection of the palace. They had successfully taken out two of the most powerful women in Cordonia, the Queen and Prince was sure to be a bullseye in this sick game of wit and intellegence.

It was exactly one year ago yesterday, when against his better judgement, his new bride was beckoned by Queen Isabella, to visit with her in Auvernal, while they were in Texas. In a rather hostile move, Isabella, without hesitation, put on a troublesome display of the military might of her country, in what could only be construed as intimidation.

In a rather bold move, she tested Riley's ability to literally withstand the heat, a test he wasn't surprised she accomplished flawlessly. Would Liam really be able to outwit his opponent without his queen by his side? If Bradshaw was the man Isabella described him as during that trip, obviously weak and vulnerable, she could potentially be far more dangerous than he was.

When Nikolas was born three months ago, both Riley and Liam agreed their son would not be part of a marriage agreement. They both felt that what they shared and their experiences together, was far more important than any political alliance. A healthy relationship built on love made the monarchy stronger in their opinion.

They both knew the reprecussions of their decision, yet never expected an all out war for it. He presumed the greatest threat to Cordonia would be an embargo on trade with one another and political alliances, that he in turn would render economic sanctions against them. Would he have changed his mind had he known this would be the fate of that conclusion? He didn't know, not yet, it would depend on the personal cost to his family and his people.

Last night, Liam was sure that he had lost everything that truly mattered to him, but, something in his heart gave him a sense of peace. He had always told himself that he didn't exist without Riley, yet, here he was, living, breathing and feeling. Liam could sense her in his soul and he was prepared to move heaven and earth to bring her and their baby home to him.

He sat down at his desk, eagerly awaiting word from the Italian officials, to give him an update on the retaliatory attack. Francesco was already working tirelessly to gather other allies together and provide security and assistance for Cordonia.

Bastien found an unbroken bottle of scotch in the cabinet and poured two tumblers of it, handing one to Liam. They eyed one another, both in understanding of the calamity that would be ensuing, knowing it had to be done.

Bastien raised his glass to the King, gesturing for one last toast, in light of the situation.

Liam swirled the contents of his glass before tapping that of his head guard's.

"To my King and Queen, long may they reign"

Liam nodded in kind to Bastien, then downed the liquid, "To My Queen...".

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Leo dropped to his knees, clutching the hole that burned in his stomach, with a mixture of shock and remorse scrolling across his face.

"You were saying?", Bradshaw asked, before Leo fell face first to the floor, his head bouncing from the surface.

Bradshaw casually placed the gun back into the safe, pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket, and wiped the moisture and soot from the palm of his hand.

He strolled over to Leo, dropped to one knee and lifted his lifeless head up by the back of his hair. "Leo, Leo, Leo....it appears we both have something in common....we never miss our targets". He mused, thinking about Marguerite and her lost baby, that neither he, nor, Leo wanted anything to do with. He releases Leo's head and it thuds to the ground.

The King's informant ushers into the room with fervor, asking permission to speak about grave information.

"Your Majesty....intelligence from Rome has informed me of an impending attack on our city by the Italian's in retalliation of Cordonia".

"How much time do we have?".

"Just under an hour, sir".

Bradshaw furrowed his brows, preparing to unleash his next plan earlier than anticipated, but, it was, afterall, his ace in the hole.

Bradshaw leads his guards, dragging a bloodied Leo behind them, leaving a crimson trail out of the dining area. They walk briskly down the corridor and to the room where he is holding Riley hostage. He directs his men to throw her brother in law on the bed next to her.

Riley is barely conscious, she has a few broken bones and extensive bruising throughout her body. She watches groggily as they enter, then lets out a blood curdling scream as she catches sight of Leo's gunshot wound. Its then that she realizes she was a hostage. Recognizing Bradshaw immediately, she makes a concerted effort to move, to run, to fight back, however, the pain is too great.

Bradshaw orders everyone out of the room, his guards, the nurses and servants. He checks the video feed and when he is sure it is ready, he sends a direct link to Liam's email; time was of the essense.

As he waits for Liam to respond, he eyes Riley, admiring her petite frame and curvacous figure, just as he had the day she was first introduced to him at Valtoria. He licks his lips, as lustful thoughts take hold of him and he trails an unwelcome finger down the length of her cheek and across her neck. She was his prisoner, completely dependant on him and he wanted nothing more than to hear his name screaming from her lips.

He leans down, licking her face and across her tightly closed lips, feeling greatly aroused by her whimpers and powerlessness. He runs a hand across her flattened stomach, only covered by the thin white gown the nurse changed her into.

He grabs her cheeks with one hand and squeezes harshly until she can no longer keep her mouth closed; he immediately thrust his unwanted tongue into her own as she tries to pull away. His mouth catches her every groan with the deepest pleasure and he inhales her barely escaped breaths.

"Get the fuck off my wife!", an irate and panicked Liam yells as Bradshaw pauses his assualt.

He looks behind him at the laptop, set up for this particular moment, seeing the ire and disgust on Liam's face. Bradshaw curls his lips into an evil grin, this was more satisfying than he had anticipated.

"Riley! Love...can you hear me...I'm right hear...I'm right here", his voice cracking with relief at her survival.

Bradshaw lets out a small laugh, "And she is right here.....I assume you will be calling off your minions....or is it boom boom for...your love".

"Liam....I love you", Riley forces the words out of her lips with a horrendous sob.

"Sweetheart, oh god, I love you too....is Nikolas with you, is he alright?".

Bradshaw interrupted, rolling his eyes, "Oh please, spare me of the sickening declarations of love.....are you calling off the Italians or what Liam?".

Liam motioned for Bastien, giving him directions to contact the Prime Minister at once to halt their sssault immediately.

"What do you want Bradshaw?", he asked, while Bastien made his call.

"You know what I want."

"A political alliance and a marriage contract between our children...do I still have a child, Your Majesty?".

"You do....not that you'll benefit much from him".

Liam let out a shaky breath, closing his, thanking God for the knowledge that his son and wife were still living.

"I'll ask again, what do you want then?

"Surrender Cordonia to me".

"No Liam, don't!", Riley yelled out, before Bradshaw turned, smacking her harshly in the face.

"DAMN IT BRADSHAW!". Liam screamed in anger and frustration, feeling completely helpless.

"I give you your wife back, tell you where your son is, and all you have to do is surrender your reign and country to me".

There was no question what Liam's answer would be, however, it wasn't that simple, "I can't...not without consent from the council....this isn't something I can control alone and I presume half the fucking council is dead".

Bradshaw shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips, "Then I have no choice but to force your hand further".

"What do you mean?", Liam asked, knowing he did not want to know the answer to his question.

Bradshaw, still positioned next to Riley, reached over, gracing one of his hands up her thigh and the other cupping her breast over her gown. Riley began to cry out, begging him to stop.

Liam stood from his desk, watching the exchange, "I'LL DO IT....I'LL DO IT.....JUST LET HER GO!!!".

Bradshaw ignored Liam and Riley's cries, immensly gratified by his complete control over them...he was the puppetmaster.

Liam had both hands clutching his hair, tears streaming down his face, his whole body shaking, "You fucking peckerhead, so help me, I'm going to rip your throat out".

Bradshaw tugged on Riley's panties and he groped himself through his pants, slowly pulling down his zipper.

With Liam still screaming in the background, Riley turned her head, unable to look at her husband as Bradshaw prepared to defile her.

She stared at Leo, whose head was only a few inches from hers, his eyes starting to flicker open. She let out a fearful gasp, as her legs started to slowly part and Leo could see the trouble in her brown eyes.

Inhaling deeply against the pain he was wracked with, he bolted up, grabbing Bradshaw around the neck with such force, the King thought it would pop off his shoulders.

Bradshaw hit Leo in his wound, while trying to tear the powerful grip he had around his neck.

Leo took his other hand, placing it on the jaw of the man before him, and twisted as hard as he could., until he got the desired snap he wanted.

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