#Floydshaw

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter XX

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

I can barely breathe

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v, m/m, m/f, f/f, oral, (m and f receiving), 4some, spanking, cockwarming, dom/sub dynamics, funishment, etc.

The rest of the evening passes quickly, and Bob starts drinking water so he can drive back to the hotel.

“So, uh…we’re sorry about last night. We thought you were asleep,” Bob says as he pulls onto the road. Sunny murmurs her agreement.

“It’s okay, it was hot.” You blurt out, your filter once again gone from the alcohol in your system.

“Yeah? You think so too?” Sunny turns in her seat to look at you.

“Mhmm. Apparently Bradley here,” you cup his semi and revel in his grunt, “has a thing for watching and being watched.”

“Is that so?” Bob murmurs.

“Yeah. He really seemed to like it when I teased him about you calling him a good boy,” you say breathlessly. Bradley groans in embarrassment but his cock twitches under your palm.

“Oh God, don’t even say that,” Sunny whines, “I’d like to see that too. Is…is this something you would want to try again?”

Your eyes meet Bradley’s heated gaze and he gives you a nod before he speaks. “Yeah, we’d like that.”

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It’s mutually decided to wait another night; just to make sure it’s not an alcohol induced decision. Sunny can’t find her keys so they go into their room through yours…but they don’t close the door fully between yours.

You guide Bradley to the headboard and sit between his spread legs. You lean back on your elbows and touch yourself as you hear Sunny’s sounds of pleasure filter through the door. Bradley reaches to touch himself too but you shake your head and push his hand back down to the bed with your foot. “Not yet.”

He sighs in frustration, gripping the sheets. You bring yourself off quickly, fueled by the crescendo of Sunny’s orgasm.

Bradley’s biceps are shaking with the effort as you rise to kiss him. He groans into your mouth as you stroke him with your wet fingers before bringing them down to circle his hole.

“Should we show them this? How you like your ass toyed with? How much you to be fucked here?” You smile against his lips before pulling back as he whimpers.

You turn and sink onto his cock, pressing your finger in while you do. He squirms as you ride him at a steady pace and finger him down too. Bob’s low groans start filtering in too and your pussy clenches. “Touch me, Bradley.” You say over your shoulder, inviting him to use his hands.

He leans forward and kisses up your neck as his fingers circle your clit.

You fall off the edge shortly after Bob and Sunny do, and your orgasm triggers Bradley’s. He groans loudly and you hear Sunny’s breathless giggle after.

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You’re all up early the next day—the day before the wedding. The guys help Jake with picking up some last-minute things and meet you at the venue to finish decorating.

After a quickie in the shower, it’s time for rehearsal and dinner.

“Okay, now this is where I’ll tell you to kiss your bride, and then I’ll pronounce you as Mr. and Mrs. Seresin and then turn, smile, and walk back down…” Jake’s minister instructs.

You smile as you watch them traipse down the aisle, followed by Nat’s sister and Jake’s brother, then Sunny and Bob, and finally Bradley and Nat’s cousin, Emma.

It’s fun watching her fawn over him, bat her eyelashes, and stick out her chest…and he’s not giving her the time of day.

Nat had warned you about her, but you weren’t worried. You’d never been jealous and the fact that he won’t hardly look or speak to her unless necessary helps.

Later, you smile as he leaves her mid-sentence to walk over. “Having fun?” He says as he kisses your forehead to sit beside you.

“Yeah, it’s nice. It’s beautiful out here,” you reply, leaning into him.

You’d been sipping your drink, enjoying the quiet you’re not used to in the city; the rehearsal dinner was laid laid-back affair, held at Jake’s parents’ house.

“Sure is,” he agrees and continues after a beat, “I was talking to Bob, I think we’re gonna head out soon, gotta be up early tomorrow.”

“Mhmm,” you murmur, knowing that’s not the only reason.

You say your goodbyes to Jake, Nat, and their families before heading out.

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On the ride back to the hotel, everyone agrees on some terms, conditions, and preferences on what’s to come before things get too hot and heavy. You and Sunny share a look when Bob and Bradley discuss what they’re comfortable with trying with each other. Though it doesn’t need to be said, there will be no sexual touching between Sunny and Bradley or between you and Bob.

“Come over in 10?” You ask as you open the door to your hotel room.

Sunny nods with a smile.

You slip out of your dress and don your silky robe, wearing the pretty red lace bodysuit from the shopping trip with Sunny for the first time. You freshen up in the bathroom and watch Bradley’s eyes darken when you approach him, reclining on the bed in just his boxer briefs. He’s casting music from his phone on the TV.

“This new?” He asks as he runs his rough fingers over the lace on your stomach.

“It’s one of the things I got with Sunny. I just haven’t worn it yet.”

“It’s pretty. Turn, let me see that booty.”

You laugh but oblige, squealing when he swats you.

“Wonder if I could make your skin match this red…” he murmurs, watching his fingers trail under the lace before flicking his eyes to yours, full of dark promise. You shiver.

“I-“ you start but are interrupted by a soft knock at the door between your rooms. “Come in.”

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A few minutes later you’re straddling Sunny on your bed while Bradley and Bob sit on the other; watching with rapt attention.

You kiss down her neck and look up at her when you reach the lace of her bralette. “Can I…?” You look to her breast and then back to her eyes. When she nods you pull it down and put your mouth on her nipple, swirling your tongue and nipping softly with your teeth. She’s so much softer and smoother than Bradley. You alternate between each nipple, pinching and teasing the one not in your mouth.

A deep groan snaps you out of it minutes later and both you and Sunny’s head snap to the guys. The sight has you both sitting up to watch.

Bob’s kissing Bradley’s neck and running his hand over Bradley’s bare chest, each pass a little lower. Bradley’s cheeks are ruddy and his eyes drift shut as the sight of you and Sunny, with Bob’s ministrations are just too much.

Your hand finds Sunny’s and you squeeze when Bradley’s abs clench with a sharp inhale as Bob’s hand drifts over Bradley’s erection.

There’s a collective gasp when Bob’s hand does it again, this time with intent. Bradley’s head falls to his shoulder with a guttural groan as Bob begins to stroke him over his boxer-briefs while smiling into his shoulder.

His other hand takes Bradley’s chin and guides him back for a quick kiss.

Bob pulls back with a bite to Bradley’s lip and waits until Bradley opens his eyes. “Row, come lay down over here,” Bob’s eyes flick to you, “Bradley’s gonna show me how he gets you off like a good boy.”

A shiver runs through Bradley and he stills Bob’s hand. “I-uh, I…sorry I was about to cum,” Bradley says, breathlessly as you climb onto the bed behind them.

“We don’t want that. Now,” he nods to you lying on the bed, “get to it.”

As Bradley helps you out of the bodysuit, Bob continues. “The other night in the car was Sunny here’s idea. I originally told her no, I didn’t think it was a good idea.” He smiles at her which tells you he didn’t need much convincing. “I told her she’d be in trouble though, if we got caught.” Sunny scoffs quietly and rolls her eyes.

“We thought we got away with it until last night. So while Bradley’s getting you off, Sunny’s going to be punished.” Bob says.

You fail to bite back your moan because that’s when Bradley decides to lick into you.

“I’d normally give her a spanking,” he starts, you and Bradley both groan at that while Sunny shakes her head and whines, “No…not in front of them, please?”

“You didn’t seem to mind sucking me off in front of them. How is this different?” Bob taunts her softly.

“It’s…embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, I spank Rowan all the—“ Bradley starts but hisses when Bob slaps his ass sharply.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Bob asks.

“Oh God, that’s so fucking hot.” You moan, pulling Bradley back to you by his hair. Bradley groans his agreement into your pussy. His fingers come up to push into you and he flicks over your clit only a few more times before your back arches, and you cry out as your orgasm pulses through you.

Bob and Sunny watch as you fall apart under Bradley’s tongue. Bradley’s hips rut into the bed, unable to stop them.

When you come down, Bob continues, “As I was saying, I’d normally give Sunny a spanking, but we’ll save that for another time. Instead, she’s gonna warm my cock until Bradley gets you off a couple more times.”

You nod and your eyes drift close as Bradley restarts his assault on your clit.

You struggle to open them a few minutes later after Bradley brings you off again. Your grip tightens in Bradley’s hair when you do at the sight of the other couple.

Bob’s at the foot of the bed and Sunny’s straddling him reverse cowgirl style. Sunny’s eyes are pinched closed as Bob’s hand drifts between her nipples and clit, the other has a firm grip on her hip to not allow her to move. Her eyes meet yours when she notices your sounds of pleasure have slowed.

“How many more Bobby?” She asks as her head falls against his chest.

“More what?” He teases.

“How many more orgasms does she need before you’ll fuck me?”

Bradley looks up at you, his eyes glassy with lust as he brings his tongue back to your clit, only giving you a moment to breathe after you came down.

“Just one more,” Bob says and you nod.

“Hurry up, Bradley,” Sunny says in exasperation.

He shakes his head with a chuckle and slows the circles on your clit.

She scoffs, but you see an idea cross over her face before she whispers something to Bob. He nods and then she looks at you and mouths a question. You smirk and nod your approval too.

“I said, hurry up, Bradley.” She says as leans forward and yanks Bradley’s briefs down, landing a harsh spank to each cheek. He grunts, eyes closing as his tongue speeds up.

“Yeah, come on Bradley. Hurry up. Be a good boy for us,” Bob murmurs, trailing his fingers over Sunny’s handprints on his butt. Bradley’s hips rut faster and he whines as he doubles his efforts.

“Fuck, right there, rightthere…oh!” Bradley’s hand that’s not inside you flies underneath him to grasp the base of his cock, fighting his own orgasm as you writhe through yours above him.

You open your eyes to Sunny’s whimpers as Bob finally circles her clit with precision. His head rests on her shoulder with a shaky breath as she cums, the first sign he’s shown all night that he’s affected.

Bradley’s head hasn’t lifted from your thigh, and the muscles in his back, butt, and legs are still tense. “You okay?” You ask as your hand drags through his hair.

“Just need a minute. I‘m too close,” he mutters into your leg, tensing further as Sunny cries out again.

“C’mon Bradley, let me see how good you can fuck,” Bob pants with a slap to Sunny’s fading handprint.

Bradley shudders before lifting himself. He pulls you down and sinks into you with a tortured groan.

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“Row, baby-I, I can’t,” he whines into your ear only a few minutes later as his hips start to lose their rhythm.

“It’s okay, I’m close,” you respond, watching when as maneuvers Sunny onto her front beside you. He lifts her hips and sinks back into her.

Her deep gasp is what pushes Bradley over the edge, and he cries into your shoulder. “Get there, please! Get there…gettheregetthere” he begs.

His pleas and the way his pubic bone rubs against your clit is enough for you to follow him over the edge. He hisses as your long, freshly manicured nails dig into his shoulders while your orgasm pulses through you.

“Jesus, that, that was…fuck! You liked it too, huh Sunny-girl? Squeezing me so tight,” Bob pants.

“Yeah, but I—I…wanna ride you,” she replies, out of breath.

He agrees and they switch. You whine when Bradley sits up and pulls out, but his fingers are pushing his cum back into you, using the palm of his hand to brush over your still-swollen clit.

Before Sunny can straddle him, Bradley surprises you all when he wraps his other hand around Bob’s cock. You and Sunny whimper and Bob sighs as hips push into Bradley’s tight grip.

“Fuck, wait…I’m gonna cum,” he gasps and Bradley loosens his grip. Sunny climbs over him and sinks down a moment later, grabbing Bradley’s hand to bring his wet fingers to Bob’s lips.

Collective sounds of pleasure are heard as he opens and sucks Bradley’s fingers into his mouth, releasing them once they’re clean.

It’s incredibly sexy watching them fall apart together soon after; the harmony of her cries and his low groan is enough to push you over the edge again too, along with the help of Bradley’s hand still between your legs.

Bradley’s hard again, but he rises to pull on his boxer-briefs and carries you to the bathroom. He sets you down on the edge of the tub and wets some washcloths; bringing two to Bob and Sun before returning with your pajamas and cleaning you up.

When he straightens from wiping his spend from your thighs, his erection is level with your face and you can’t resist kissing him through his boxers and you reach for his waistband.

“You don’t have to-fuckkkk,” he sighs as you suck him down your throat.

“I want to, you were so good for me. You’re always so good for me baby,” you murmur-still a little fucked out before pulling him back in.

You bring his hands to your hair, encouraging him fuck your face. And he does; unable to hold back from how worked up he is.

He cums minutes later, shooting his load down your throat with a bitten-off groan.

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Bob and Sunny are asleep when you come out of the bathroom. You smile as you pull the blankets over them but he stirs when Bradley takes his glasses off. “Oh, sorry. Must’ve fallen asleep.” He mumbles sleepily as he starts to sit up.

“It’s okay, you can stay. No need to wake Sunny up.” You reply as you reach for the light. He nods and lays back down, wrapping his arm around Sun.

“Love you,” Bradley murmurs to you as he climbs in behind you.

“Love you too,” you whisper, turning your head for a kiss.

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A/N: Not sure how I feel about this chapter. Again, I’m feeling like all of my writing is getting repetitive and it’s driving me nuts lol. This also took forever. Most of my chapters are around 2,000 words. This was over 2,500 words of mostly smut. I hope you all like it and it wasn’t too far fetched for the story line. I appreciate all interactions but I seriously adore hearing your thoughts and what you think.

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[bradshawsbitch]

free solo | bradley bradshaw

this can be read as a pre-drabble to a poly fic I've been trying to get out that will be bradley x bob x reader...

disclaimer: this is a solo Bradley masturbation piece, but that is connected to a poly scenario I've been thinking about writing, with Bob and a reader. This is mostly centered on Bobster. this popped up in my head after a lovely conversation with @roosterforme and @mak-32 - thanks for always encouraging me, girls<3

warnings: explicit description of male solo masturbation, adult themes, 18+ only, brief mentions of f!reader as a part of a poly constellation.

plot: Bradley doesn't really understand why he feels so irritated as he comes home from work. Sadly, there isn't anyone home yet to quench the flame that Bob had stoked earlier that day.

word count: 1.3K

tagging people who might like: @rolycolysficrecs @sebsxphia @lt-bradshaw

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Bradley was annoyed. He wanted to crawl out of his skin and at the same time he wanted to satiate the itch that seemed to crawl up and down his spine no matter which way he turned. Stepping out of his walk-in shower, droplets still trickling down his chest, slowed down slightly by the coarse chest hair that curled against his pecs. Even the cold shower he’d just taken to wash off the grime and sweat of the day hadn’t made him feel any better. 

Something had plagued his mind all day, but he had pushed it so far into the depths of his mind that he wasn’t all that sure he could conjure it again. It just fluttered around in the peripheral of his conscious mind, and it was as if his whole body knew what it was that had him so on edge, but he himself did not. Running two large hands down his face, he groaned softly - wondering what he could’ve possibly forgotten to make his body react this way.

Licking his lips, his brows begin to furrow as Bradley suddenly starts to realize what he needs. His pulse is thrumming just slightly quicker, the veins in his neck starting to get more prominent as his heart pumps out blood faster to his limbs. His breath stutters in his throat, and the muscles in his lower abdomen flexes as his cock twitches to life beneath the towel slung low on his hips.

He remembered now. It was Bob’s cocky smirk just casually thrown his way over the room at work earlier this morning, those cerulean eyes glinting with desire, no doubt reminiscing about the night the two of them had shared with you no less than twenty four hours earlier. 

“Fuck,” Bradley groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as images of the event played before his eyes. He could remember Bob’s lips wrapped around his cock, those damn blue eyes looking up at him with that same glint that Bradley had seen earlier this morning.  Fuck, it had felt so good when the other man took him into that pretty mouth of his, whilst your lips burned on his neck, your more dainty hands running all over his chest, softly pinching his nipples every now and then - making him moan out loud.  The two of you were so good to him. 

Suddenly, his cock was rock hard against his abdomen, a bead of precum leaking from the red tip from just the memory of having had Bob’s lips wrapped around it. Groaning again, Bradley’s breath hitched as he kept his eyes closed - letting his own large hand slowly glide down his stomach, teasing himself by letting his fingertips ghost over his abs down towards his aching cock. 

Biting his lower lip he slowly made a fist around his dick, pumping once, twice before letting his head tilt back, mouth slightly agape as he felt pleasure ripple through his body. The thought of Bobby’s mischievous eyes and sinful mouth had made him so incredibly sensitive. 

“Jesus…” Bradley muttered under his breath as his hand slowly worked around his cock, his thumb gently teasing at the tip every now and then. Releasing his swollen cock, Bradley took a deep, shuddering breath as he left the confines of his bathroom, only to sit on his bed, back against the headrest as he made himself comfortable where only hours earlier, your face had been firmly pressed against the pillows as he fucked your sweet cunt so hard fat tears were rolling down your warm cheeks.

Bradley felt needy, and that squirming, itching feeling had returned during the few moments where he hadn’t had his hand wrapped snug around his dick. He didn’t feel like he had the patience to get up and retrieve what he needed, instead opting to spit into his open palm before once again stroking his cock with languid movements. Heaving a sigh, his eyelids fluttered closed again as his body relaxed slightly.

Imagining Bob’s wet and warm mouth was easier now, and he let himself get lost in the memory of the man’s warm tongue stroking the underside of his aching cock, running over the ridges and veins slowly before taking more and more of Bradleys cock down his throat. Bradley remembered how he’d cupped Bob’s chin, stroking his cheek and feeling himself filling his mouth so good it almost had him cumming right then and there. The move had made Robby moan and whimper around his cock, the back of his throat constricting deliciously against Rooster’s tip.

Bradley had begun fisting his cock in time with his memories, and a small sheen of sweat had appeared between his brows, soft moans and groans spilling from his parted lips as he went on. For some reason, that teasing look Bob had given him this morning had Rooster absolutely yearning to feel Rob’s cock fill him, and suddenly Rooster felt an overwhelming neediness overcome him - he needed to feel full. 

A soft, needy whine slipped past his throat, and he could feel himself clenching around nothing - wishing more than ever that Bob was home. But Bob wouldn’t be home for hours still, and Bradley just couldn’t wait that long to chase his release. 

With one hand still fisted around his dick, Bradley slowly took his own finger between his lips, sucking it harshly into his mouth to wet it thoroughly with saliva. With a finger in his mouth and the other loosely wrapped around his dick, he slowly lowered himself to a lying position, his chest heaving with pleasure and anticipation. Fuck, he needed to cum so badly. 

Reaching down, he slowly fisted his cock as his finger sunk into himself, a soft groan leaving his parted lips as he searched for the spot he knew would have him seeing stars. It was of course better when Bobby was between his legs, his long, slender fingers working him instead of his own - but for now this would have to do. 

As he found the spot, a loud moan tore from his chest, more pre-cum leaking from his swollen tip as he sped up his movements, almost fucking his own large hand to chase his release. He knew that this moment had been pent up since this morning, because he found himself on the precipice of cuming within only a few minutes - the soft moans and mewls leaving his lips and the contracting of his abs, as warmth filled his whole body, making him painfully aware how he wouldn’t last much longer.

His biceps flexed and burned as he continued to fuck himself, throwing his head back further into the pillows, screwing his eyes shut he tried to imagine Bob fucking into him with his steady thrusts instead, his skilled hands working over him and his soft lips touching him - his own hands would be running over Bobs well sculpted upper body, and those cerulean eyes would look so full of lust and adoration…

Bradley’s breath had stopped somewhere in his chest, and he could feel his whole body tighten as he fisted his cock, once, twice, and felt his finger rub against himself - and he released with a long moan, followed by needy whines of Robert’s name as cum spurted high on his abdomen and chest. He pumped himself to ride out the pleasure, as ropes of cum kept painting his upper body.

Bradley felt as if he was floating. It had been too long since Bob fucked him, he promptly decided - perhaps Bradley should stop letting him be such a pillow princess. Licking his lips, he caught his breath as he thought he might just have to make sure his boyfriend fucked him more often. Or perhaps you could fuck him with your strap. Either way, Bradley decided, after this little solo adventure, that he needed to be filled more often. 

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[wildbornsiren]

Bradley and Bob going to visit Bob’s family and it’s just so cute because they’re so welcoming and Bradley chokes up because it feels like home

Fe. Fe. FE. A brilliant explosion of color lined the road, the fall foliage on display everywhere he looked. Bradley glanced over at Bob, who was humming along with the song on the radio as he drove. One hand on the wheel, the other holding Bradley’s. Thumb smoothing over the back of his hand. It was still all so new, despite being together for nearly a year now, and when Bob asked him to come home to meet the family, Bradley panicked. Bob had put up with it all. The silence, the nerves, the eight million questions when Bradley decided that yes, he would go home with Bob to Tennessee. “You alright?”

The soft question startled Bradley out of his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It’s gorgeous out there.” “It’s gorgeous in here too.” Bob grins, and Bradley’s heart skips a beat. He squeezes Bob’s hand gently. “Last chance to back out,” Bob says softly, turning down a dirt road. “I’m ready.” The drive widens slightly, winding along. Immense pastures spread out as far as he can see, the sunset setting everything ablaze in shades of oranges and reds. There’s a slight dip in the road, Bob taking a hard right, the crunch of gravel giving way to concrete. The drive ends in a loop with a sprawling ranch house. Bob pulls up next to another truck. There’s a blonde woman, a child on her hip talking to man who has an identical child on his hip while two more race around the truck. “My sister Ellie, and that’s her husband Jeff.” Bob says softly. “The twins are in a Dr. Seuss stage and only answer to Thing One and Thing Two. The boy with the cowboy hat is Jensen, and the little girl is Aubrey.” “We like Jeff?” “We like Jeff.” Bob repeats. “Margret is on the porch, and her boyfriend is probably in the house.” There’s a blonde woman standing on the porch, laughing as three dogs escape out the front chased by two more children, a teenager following lazily after them. “The two little kids belong to my cousin.” Bob says, “They’re staying with momma while Rhett’s working the circuit. The teenager is Charlie, he’s Margret’s.” Bob startles when there’s a thump to his window, turning to see a third woman with her face pressed against the glass comically. “That’s Cassie.” Bob says as Bradley laughs, seeing the slow realization in her eyes that Bob isn’t alone in the cab of the truck. “You ready?” “Absolutely not.” Bradley says with a soft laugh, but he’s got his hand on the door release. His feet hit the ground, and there’s a moment of quiet. He can feel all eyes on him, taking his measure. And then Bob gets out of the truck. He slams the door closed, walking over to Bradley taking his hand. “Behave, all of you.” There’s another moment of silence, broken by a thunderous crash, or the call of a very large bird of prey, Bradley’s not sure. The two kids who had been running around the other truck turn and barrel straight into Bob, taking him down while the dogs, and two other younger children join in. “Ellie,” the woman with a toddler on her hip, offers her hand. They shake, and he grins. “Hold this,” She hands Bradley the toddler. “Robert Floyd you didn’t tell me you were bringing your boyfriend?” Ellie takes a foot to her knee and she joins the dog pile as Cassie knocks into her. There’s a whole lot of wrestling and yelling and hysterical giggles. “Are you Thing One, or Thing Two?” Bradley asks the blond toddler who blinks brilliant blue eyes at him. The kid holds up two fingers, before there’s a tiny hand slapping against his mustache. “Pleased to meet you Thing Two.” Bradley murmurs and is rewarded with happy laughter. “It’s safer inside.” Jeff tips his head toward the house, Margret was moving down the stairs zeroed in on the mass of bodies rolling around in the dirt. They head up to the house, Bradley’s stomach rumbling when he smells something delicious coming from the kitchen. “Welcome to the chaos.” Jeff says with a smile. “Go find Nanna, tell her Uncle Bobby and his boyfriend are here.” He sets one twin down, and takes the other from Bradley. It’s warm and noisy, there’s toys strewn about, shoes piled up in the entry way. A television is playing cartoons, there’s music coming from the kitchen. Bradley feels his shoulders drop, the last bit of nerves evaporating from his belly. He hadn’t felt like this in years, and it was something that he had missed deep down in his cells. Home. The door bangs open behind them, bringing with it a gust of chilly autumn air. Bob’s draped on his back, Bradley supporting his weight, feeling himself blush when a soft kiss is pressed to his cheek. “Come on, let’s introduce you to Momma.”

[rhettabbotts]

shelbs, whatever you do, don't think about bob and roo giving you a massage

BESTIE???? MY MIND IS REELING????

they know you’ve had a rough week. work was exhausting and you were getting too in your head so they decided to treat you with a nice night it. bradley fixed your favorite dinner while bob laid out your favorite pajamas and cracked open a bottle of your favorite wine.

you ate dinner in comfortable silence, you and bradley washed the dishes while bob ran you a nice, warm bath. he had the candles lit, the book you were currently reading, and a full glass sitting on the edge of the tub. they let you soak until the water got cold and then guided you to the bed.

you felt so relaxed already but the second their hands started working on your muscles, you were a puddle. bradley worked at the knots in your shoulders, bob made his way up your calves and the backs of your thighs. they knew exactly how much pressure to apply, causing you to let out soft moans.

“such a hardworking girl,” bradley muttered as his thumbs dug into a particularly tight spot.

“we love and appreciate you so much, sweetheart,” bob said as he placed a kiss to your lower back.

they continued until you were nearly asleep, face down into bob’s pillow. they helped you get dressed and settled under the covers. bradley on your right, bob on your left. they took turns pressing soft kisses to your lips and skin, bradley’s callused hands rubbed at your hip. they leaned over you and gave each other a peck before settling into the mattress and you slept so soundly that night. all of the thoughts that had been racing through your mind were now static.

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[lewmagoo]

I am also greedy and I love my boyfriends so much, perhaps floydshaw please?🥺🫶🏻

2. "Don't ever scare me like that again."

bob hadn’t gotten a chance to properly reunite with bradley upon his return to the carrier. he wanted to. god, he wanted to. the moment he saw that death trap of a tomcat come to a screeching halt on the deck, he longed to sprint toward the hunk of metal, pull bradley out of the cockpit, and wrap him in his arms. but he didn’t. there was too much activity. too much excitement. and it was all wonderful excitement. shouts of victory and elation. everyone praising maverick and rooster. they did it. by some miracle or just pure luck, they did it. and bob was happy, he really was. he let himself get caught up in the celebration just like everyone else.

but in his heart of hearts, he was also angry. it burned sourly in his chest, as if he’d just inhaled thick, black smoke. he was angry at bradley for scaring him so terribly. bob truly thought he’d lost the most important person in his life. he scrambled out of his jet after he and phoenix had landed, and he sprinted to the guardrail overlooking the water, promptly vomiting over the side of the carrier. natasha was there in an instant, gently rubbing his arm. “i-i can’t…i…he’s…” he tried to get the words out, but he couldn’t. natasha simply nodded, and she pulled him toward her, ignoring the uncomfortable clash of their gear as she hugged him close.

bob thought he was gone. he thought he’d never see bradley again. and he found himself crying, sobbing in natasha’s arms, uncaring if his comrades saw him cry or thought any less of him because of it. bob had always been a sensitive soul, unafraid of letting his emotions spill forth. and now, how could he hold them back, when the man he loved was quite possibly dead? but then, there was hope. an aircraft was approaching. an old tomcat. there’s no way, he thought. but he’d forgotten, when pete mitchell was involved, where there was a will, there was a way. and sure enough, bradley bradshaw returned to the carrier, safe and sound, albeit a little banged up.

natasha dragged bob out to where everyone else was waiting to greet them. everyone cheered and sang and danced, and although bob was overjoyed, there was still that anger. and when he thought about it, it wasn’t just at bradley. it was at himself, for forgetting just how dangerous their job could be. he’d let himself be lulled into a false sense of security. nothing would ever come between he and bradley. but he was hit with the painful realization that yes, things could come between them. particularly, death. and for a moment, even if it was a short moment in time, he really thought he’d lost bradley. it had shattered those rose colored glasses he was wearing and made him face reality. life was fleeting. he couldn’t let himself forget that.

bob knew he needed to talk to bradley. knew he needed to hold him, to kiss him, to be reassured that he was here, that he was alive. but he didn’t get his chance until much later. after all the excitement had dwindled, and bradley and pete had gone through all the procedures necessary post flight, bob finally got him alone. he knocked on the door to bradley’s quarters, his palms sweaty. the brown eyed man opened the door, and he stood there for a moment, silently eyeing the wso. then, suddenly, bob was careening forward, crashing into his arms. bradley caught him with a surprised “oof!” and bob nearly broke down again. but this time, instead of succumbing to the tears, he grabbed bradley by the collar and pulled him in to kiss him deeply.

when they parted, they were both breathless. bob rested his forehead against bradley’s. “don’t ever scare me like that again, bradshaw,” he whispered. his voice trembled. bradley shook his head as he gently coaxed bob into his quarters. “i’m sorry, bobby. i know you were upset. ‘nix told me,” he gently replied. of course she had. “upset? i’m pissed. know why? because i thought you were dead, and i was stupid enough to lose sight of reality and think you were invincible! but you aren’t! you’re human and i could lose you just like that because life is so easily snuffed out and i was so stupid to think…to think that…” but he was working himself up into a tizzy, and that just wouldn’t do. ever so gently, bradley lifted his hand and pressed a fingers to bob’s lips.

“i know, bobby. and it’s okay. i’m not invincible. and neither are you. we could lose each other, easy. but we haven’t, have we? we’re still here, you and me. and i don’t know about you, but i’m gonna make the best out of the time we got together. live every second with you like it’s my last.” he kissed the blue eyed lieutenant, and when they parted, bob splayed his hands over bradley’s chest. he was right, and bob knew it. so he nodded. his eyes drifted shut, and he took a deep breath before he replied. “okay. every second like it’s our last.”

join my sleepover!

[incrrctopgun]

Bradley: I just want someone to take me out.

Bob: Like on a date or with a sniper?

Bradley: Surprise me.

[coridotmp3]

also... craigslist 👀 ??

okay so this doc actually has two ideas and neither of them have an excerpt bc i thought of them on sunday <3

craigslist - the floydshaw edition

dagger squad band au !!!

The Daggers are North Island's favorite hometown act. The five piece alt rock band have been working their way up from shows in family member's backyards and hole-in-the-wall bars all the way to 500/1000 person venues. Hot on the heels of their first headlining tour, their drummer backs out. In a panic, they leave ads for a new one on facebook, craigslist, the local newspaper, anywhere they can think of. Most of the band's panic subsides when Robert Floyd answers the ad. Most of the band, except for Bradley, who hooked up with him after a show three months earlier. How awkward is tour about to get? No one knows, but it's going to be entertaining as hell for Natasha and Callie.

craigslist - the phoenix x reader edition

so this one is based off of a stand-up set i saw on instagram where this girl accidentally stole some guy's barbecue because his ex put it up on facebook marketplace for free. I don't really have a cohesive plot yet, but the gist is that nat's ex is selling off all her shit while she's on deployment. I can't decide if the reader finds something of nat's and puts it all together in her head, or if nat comes back, tracks down the piece, and asks the reader to help her find the rest of her stuff. either way, it's a fucking trip :)

[multifandombullshitbabes]

pls check out my playlists. i made these based on vibes btw. as it should be, these are playlists. anyways. give me yall reviews!!!

[topguncortez]

yay! What about floydshaw/floydshaw x reader? They are my babies but there’s not enough of them 😔

i haven’t written for floydshaw yet, but i’m not opposed to it!

[ereardon]

there’s a floydshaw fic where they are roommates, it’s called Ghosts by @bradshawsbitch and I have to reread it every once in awhile because of how good it is!

I love hearing when people re-read fics! It makes writers so happy, truly!

I've never read a Floydshaw fic tbh but adding this fic to my list asap!

Recommend a fic you love and spotlight a writer!

[bradshawsbitch]

me, thinking about floydshaw;

[embanks98]

General RP Inquiry Post

Hello loves!

I'm Em, they/them, 25, and I'm coming back to Tumblr after almost a decade away (what the fuck) to get back into rps! I have no preferences on length, but am admittedly a fan of text/social media rps or short paragraphs because sometimes my brain just stops functioning to be able to write longer

Fandoms and ships (I can play either person) are below, feel free to like and I'll reach out! m/m ships only please <3

-Red, White and Royal Blue: Alex/Henry

-Top Gun:Maverick: Jake/Rooster, Rooster/Bob, Bob/Jake, Payback/Fanboy (my Bob is a trans man) - also open to ocs in this fandom as long as they're male!

-Heartstopper: Nick/Charlie

-Marvel: Bucky/Any Man, Tom's Peter/Any Man, Sam/Joaquin - open to ocs in this fandom as long as they're male!

-Glee: any m/m ship that doesn't include noah puckerman

[wildbornsiren]

Delicate || Robert “Bob” Floyd/Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw (part 1)

Delicate. (never seen that shade of blue) Summary: It's a love story, but neither of them know it yet. 923 words. Part 1/4  Robert "Bob" Floyd/Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (FloydShaw) Warnings: Kissing. Pining. Notes: Hey @lorecraft​ this one's for you. Thank you so much to @imjess-themess​ for looking this over. Many many thanks to @therebeccaw​ for the header. Likes are appreciated, comments and reblogs feed the muses. Thank you so much for reading. It's so appreciated and means the most. ***Tag list is no more. Please follow and turn on notifications for @wbslibrary��� ***

“Truth or dare?” Jake asked. He had taken over the couch once Natasha had gotten up to get more drinks. “For Bradshaw.” He points at the man who rolls his eyes. “Truth.” Bradley says. “Coward.” “Are we playing or not?” Bradley asks.

“What’s your most memorable kiss?” Jake scratches at his stomach, lifting his legs when Mickey drops onto the other end of the couch. “I don’t really have one.” Bradley says, thinking about it for a while. “It’s just something that happens. I mean they’re nice and all, but none really stick out for me.” “That’s disappointing.” Bob says. He’s sprawled out on the floor on his stomach, book in hand. “Just means you haven’t been kissed properly.” “He hasn’t.” Natasha hands Jake a fresh beer and passing one to Bradley. “I’ve seen most of his kisses. They’re not that great.” “Alright then, truth or dare.” Bradley points at Natasha who simply smiles. “Since you’ve got so many opinions on my kissing history you’re playing now too.” “Truth.” “Did you take the other bartender from the Hard Deck home last night?” “Sure did.” Natasha grins again. “We had a lovely night, and I took her to breakfast this morning before I took her home.” She takes a drink of her beer, “I plan on seeing her again tonight.” “Nice,” Bob says, stretching to bump his fist against Natasha’s. “Be safe.” “Always am. Truth or dare Bob?” “I’m reading.” Bob holds up his book. “You have an opinion on my dating life; therefore, you’re playing too.” “Dare.” Bob says, setting his book aside and sitting up. “I dare you to give Bradley a kiss.” Natasha said. “Give the man his first good kiss.” Bradley swears he can hear time stop. He looks toward Natasha who is simply curled up on the floor, sitting against the couch. He had told her in complete confidence of his crush on the quiet WSO. She had promised never to bring it up. He should have known better. There’s no animosity in her face, mouth in a gentle smile, and she tips her head toward Bob who had gotten to his feet. “You alright with this?” Blue eyes meet his, Bob’s hand extended to him. “It’s just a game.” Bradley says, taking the hand. There’s a surprising amount of strength in the grip and Bob pulls him to his feet. He heads for the door, not wanting to experience humiliation in front of everyone else. “No, where we can see.” Jake cuts through his brain fog. “This isn’t seven minutes in heaven, Bradshaw.” “What? Hoping to take notes to level up your own game?” Bob drawls. “Just want to make sure that it happens, and you don’t chicken out, Bobby boy.” Bob groans, glasses moving out of the way as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I hate him sometimes.” He turns to Bradley. “Last chance to stop this.” Bradley blinks, unable to think of anything other than the way Bob’s mouth moves when he speaks. He swallows twice and shakes his head. “He won’t ever let us live this down.” Bradley hopes that Bob can’t hear his heart pounding in his chest, or the way he can’t take his eyes off the corner of Bob’s lips when he grins crookedly. “You’re not wrong.” Bob says. Bradley blinks, in an instant his back is against the wall. Bob has him pinned, one hand on the wall, the other on Bradley’s throat. Bradley barely manages to control the moan, feeling Bob’s fingers flex gently on his neck. He's off balance, Bob’s knee between his legs, a slim thigh pressing even closer. All thought abandons him when Bob’s fingers trail along his skin, tipping his chin up. He’s drowning in the brilliant blue of the sky, the ocean—it’s bluer than that and so warm. A calloused thumb brushes his cheekbone, and Bradley’s traitorous lips part with a needy sound. “I’ve got you.” Those three words, so softly spoken, ghost against his skin. Lips brush against Bradley’s lightly. He feels dizzy, knowing there’s a splash of red on his face, nerves igniting when Bob’s mouth eases over his. That warm, gentle hand slides into his hair, nimble fingers tugging at Bradley’s hair.  In all the years of dating, one-night stands, he had never felt like this. Warmth courses through him, unfurling in his belly, spreading down his legs, his arms, into his fingertips which cling to Bob’s shirt. Barely brushing the tiny sliver of soft skin that peeks out from under the hem of simple white cotton. Bradley shivers when Bob deepens the kiss, tongue sweeping into his mouth. He’s losing himself in the kiss, in Bob, unsure where he ends, and the other man begins. He’s sinking into his pores, and Bradley knows that it will take weeks to get rid of the feeling of Bob against him, the scent of cedar and clove of the man’s body wash. The warmth in his touch, the vibration against his chest when Bob moans against his mouth—Bradley’s chasing every sensation he can. It's over entirely too quickly and Bradley’s not sure which way is up when Bob untangles himself. Once the sound of his blood pounding in his ears settles, Bradley’s acutely aware of how quiet the room is. He blinks once, twice trying to school his features into some sort of normalcy. “Truth or dare Hangman.” Bob rejoins the group, and Bradley finds it in himself to walk back to where he was sitting, flopping down next to Natasha.

[rhettabbotts]

SHELBS, POLY SHIP WITH FLOYDSHAW. GOING TO A CONCERT WITH THEM

BABE PLS I WILL CRY

thinking about them standing on either side of you and you’re holding onto both of their arms, buzzing with excitement. they surprised you for your anniversary and you nearly cried when you made your way to the floor.

bradley dances his ass off with you while bob takes videos, laughing when you’re pulling him in too. it’s so nice to have those moments with them, especially when they’re scheduled to leave soon. you kiss both of them on the way to the car before skipping ahead, bob and rooster close behind with their fingers interlocked and big smiles on their faces at how happy their baby is.