#bradly bradshaw x y/n

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Crossing that Line

➪the one where you and bradley drive each other crazy in more ways than one, but would do anything for each other, and all it takes is one confession to solidify your places in each others lives.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, swearing, fluff, hint of angst, pining to the max, a whole lot of smut tbh

Word Count: 6.1k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | Happy Birthday, Rooster !

The relationship you had with Bradley was…a weird one, to put it simply.

He pisses you off more than anyone you’ve ever met, and you drive him up the wall nearly every day, but you also couldn’t stand to be away from one another. He was your person, and you were his best friend; you would do anything for each other without an ounce of hesitation. 

It was stupid, how hard you found yourself falling for him. The guy who had more confidence than he should, the guy who’s saved your ass more times than you can count, and the guy who’s taken hits for you during training, just so you wouldn’t have to hear about it later from the other guys. 

The only thing is; you had no idea how he felt about you. He was cocky, confident and hid his feelings annoyingly well, you had no clue if the shared stares meant the same thing to him that they did to you, or if you were mistaking his comments for shameless flirting. 

You couldn’t lose him, so you kept it bottled up for the last two years, and it’s been complete and utter hell. But you’d keep doing it. Because there was no telling what he was thinking sometimes, and if he was thinking about you. 

The day was slowly coming to an end, and nearly everyone was heading to the barracks, but not you. Instead of going to your room, you made your way to the hangar, knowing who you would find in there. You turn the corner and lean against the wall, crossing your arms as you watch Bradley mess around with his  F/A-18. 

You tried not to focus on the way the muscles in his neck flexed with every move of his arm, the small amount of oil littering his skin making him shine a bit as the sun set behind you. “Hey, Bradshaw,” you greet before he could turn and catch you staring at him. “Nice flying today.”

You could see the way his body shifted in recognition of your voice, and when he turned to glance over at you, he was smirking. “Hey there, Y/n/n,” he said, wiping his hands on his flight suit. “Nice to see you haven’t crashed and burned yet.”

Shaking your head, you ignore the fact that it was just you and him left in the hangar now. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

Bradley shrugged, grabbing a cloth from off a table and wiping his hands. “Could be kinda entertaining,”

You gasp, placing your hand over your heart. “Wow, ouch,” you mumble. “And here I am thinking I’d probably be heartbroken if the same thing were to happen to you.”

He laughed, turning to face you. “Please, we both know you’d be the first one to poke fun at me for crashing,”

You press your lips together and shrug. “Yeah, probably, but I’d also be the first one to make it over to you,”

Really, you’d probably die of a broken heart if something were to happen to him, but he didn’t need to know that right now. Or ever. 

Bradley’s smirk softened and he looked down at his boots. “I know you would,”

And now you were picturing what it would be like to live without him, and you could feel yourself beginning to panic a bit. 

Smiling, you shake your head again before giving him a conflicted look, wanting nothing more than to walk over to him and press the neediest kiss to his lips and tell him you were so fucking in love with him. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Bradley,” you say quietly, watching as his brows furrow.

“Wait,” he said, making you hold off on leaving just yet. “Something on your mind?”

“No,” you say too quickly for it to sound true. “Nope. I’m fine, Rooster. I’ll leave you alone now.”

His eyes narrow and he throws the cloth somewhere behind him as he steps towards you. “Why are you lying to me?”

You let out a surprised laugh, pushing yourself off the wall. “I’m not,”

“Uh huh,” he hummed, moving so he’s standing right in front of you. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Your face heats up and you quickly look away, squinting as your gaze meets the bright sunset. “Okay,” you trail off, glancing at him one last time before stepping away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Bradley.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, maybe continue to call you out on your awful attempt at lying to his face, but his shoulders dropped slightly as he nodded casually. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, moving away from you and back towards his jet. “See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Oh, how you loved and fucking hated when he called you that. It made you crave him even more than you usually do, and it also made you want to punch him square in the face for having such a strong effect on you. 

“Don’t overthink too much,” he added, glancing back at you with a teasing smirk. 

“I’ll try,” you whisper, and no more words are shared as you leave the hangar and quickly walk across base and towards the barracks. 

-

Bradley knew you weren’t telling him something the second he saw your conflicted look before you tried playing it off right after. He wanted to push you on it more, but wasn’t sure if he even had the right to since it was pretty rare for things to become serious like that between the two of you. 

He was still in the hangar, the arms of his flight suit now tied around his waist as he finally decided to stop touching his jet and leave it alone for the rest of the night. Like usual, his thoughts were taken over by you, and he wondered what would’ve happened if he didn’t let you leave so easily earlier. What could he have gotten you to say? Why did you suddenly become so closed off and serious in the middle of your usually playful banter? 

He almost didn’t want to know, but he also kinda wanted to know. 

It was late, but not too late for it to be deemed unacceptable for him to stop by your room before retiring to his for the night. So instead of taking the first hallway in the barracks corridor, he went past it and turned left a few feet down the hall, instantly recognizing your room without him even meaning to. 

Bradley debated on whether or not he wanted to intrude on your night or save it for tomorrow, but with you he often found himself saying fuck it and hoping for the best. So he knocked.

After waiting for only a few seconds, the door opened and you poke your head out with guarded eyes, your gaze softened once you saw that it was him. “Bradley?” 

He smiled, crossing his arms and leaning against the frame, mirroring your stance back in the hangar. “Hey,” he greeted. “Hope I’m not bothering you too late.” 

You shake your head and smooth out your messy hair, and he knew you were probably in bed, trying to sleep but failing miserably to do so. During one of your thousand talk sessions, you mentioned how much you hated sleeping in the small, single beds here and couldn’t wait to start looking for apartments in the area. Bradley hated them, too, not because he couldn’t fit properly in them, but because whenever he laid down for the night, he was reminded of just how fucking lonely he really is. “No, you’re fine,” you give him a tight smile, one he knew was played up. Still, it was a pretty one nonetheless. “What’s up?”

Bradley’s gaze raked down your body, subtly checking out your attire of a loose, long sleeve button up and leggings. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You seemed off the last time we talked,”

“What, a few hours ago after a day of being in the air?” You laugh, running your hands down your face as you avoid eye contact with him. Now he knew you were hiding something for sure. “Yeah, I’m good. Great, even. I’m great.” 

Bradley raises his brows, a huff escaping his lips after. “You are such a terrible liar,” he grunted, watching as you immediately looked down to the floor. “See, you can’t hide anything from me, sweetheart. Just tell me what’s up.”

You looked up at him with an expression he’s never really seen on you before, and it had him straightening up a bit. “You’re really not going to drop this, are you?”

“No,”

You glance down at the floor, pulling at the sleeves of your shirt. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier,” you confessed quietly. 

Bradley’s gaze softened and he tried to get you to look at him, but you weren’t letting up. “What part?”

You shrugged, keeping your head down. “About how I would laugh if you crashed and burned,” you whispered. “I wouldn’t laugh.”

Bradley tenses up a bit at the sudden change in tone and atmosphere, looking around your small and neat room. “I know you wouldn’t, I was just messing with you,” like we usually do.

“No, Bradley,” you mumbled, still not looking at him. “I mean it. I’d be devastated if that were to happen to you.”

“Hey,” he said softly, reaching over to gently grip your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I know…I know. I was just messing around…I didn’t expect…” He trailed off, suddenly aware of how close he had gotten to you. He had never touched you like this before, only ever going as far as a quick hug after a risky mission or a dangerous stunt in the air. 

You furrowed your brows as you met his gaze with guarded eyes. “Didn’t expect what?” 

Bradley inches even closer. “I didn’t expect that you’d care this much,”

Your eyes widen a bit as you look up at him. “Of course I care,” you gasped in disbelief, laughing after and breaking eye contact again. “Maybe too much.”

But he didn’t let your eyes wander far as he still had a hold on your chin, and he guided your face back to his. “What do you mean by that? ‘Too much’?” He asked, his eyes wide, any traces of his earlier teasing gone. 

You give him a pleading look. “You know what I mean,” 

Bradley held your gaze, noting your frustrated expression. “Maybe I do,” he murmured, caressing your jaw with his thumb. “But I want to hear you say it.”

“I can’t,” you shake your head and he could see the way you played with your fingers out of the corner of his eye.

“Why not?” He pressed, invading your space with another step. “What are you so afraid to tell me?”

You give him another pleading look, but he doesn’t step away. “I’m afraid of putting something out there that I can’t take back,” 

When you moved to step away, Bradley’s hands reached for your hips, anchoring you in place. He had never been this close to you before, never touched you like this before, and it was driving him insane. “Tell me,”

“Bradley,” 

His gaze intensifies, his head dipping down closer to yours. “Say it, sweetheart,”

Your eyes were wide with anxiety as you parted your lips to speak. “I…I’m in love with…you,”

Though he had a small feeling that he knew - or maybe hoped -  you were going to say that, his breath still got caught in his throat. His heart was beating loudly in his ears, and his skin was on fire. No one had ever made him feel this way with a single sentence, and he wasn’t all that surprised that it was you. “You’re in love with me?” He asked, needing to hear it for confirmation. 

A blush takes over your face as you shake your head and step away. “I-I didn’t…fuck, I’m sorry, I don’t-” you stuttered and he could see the tears gathered along your eyes. “I just messed everything up. I knew I would.”

Bradley’s eyes widen at the sudden loss of contact, and he shakes his head, too. “No, no, wait. Don’t…don’t apologize,” he rasped, running his hands through his hair. “Don’t be sorry. It’s…it’s okay.”

You stare at the floor and nod. “Okay,”

Your heart was on your sleeve now, and he knew he had to be careful. “Sweetheart…look at me,” he softly demands, stepping towards you and closing the distance you created. 

“Can’t…I can’t,” you quickly shook your head but he lifted your chin with his fingers. 

“Please,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

Slowly, your teary eyes met his and you looked like you were already building walls up to protect yourself from him, and that was the last thing he wanted. Seeing your eyes glazed over like this was damn near enough to break his heart, and Bradley took a step closer to you. 

“There you are,” he whispered, gently stroking your chin with his thumb. He held your gaze, a mixture of embarrassment, vulnerability and uncertainty. “You have no idea.”

You furrowed your brows, trying to blink away the tears as you trembled in front of him. “No idea about what?” You asked, your voice barely above a murmur. 

Bradley kept his eyes locked on yours, ensuring you knew just how serious his next words are. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited and wanted…hoped to hear you say that to me,” he confessed, watching as your eyes widened. “I never thought you felt the same way, so I never let myself think about it too much.”

Your breath audibly caught in your throat as you stuttered, “W-what?”

He smiled, his usual cocky and confident facade fading as the seconds went on. “You’re the one person, the only person I could never figure out fully. I could never tell if you wanted me as badly as I wanted you, or if you just saw me as the guy you bickered with all the time,” he continued. “You’re the one person who doesn’t care about how full of myself I am sometimes, you called me out on it. And ever since then, I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“Bradley,” you gasped quietly, and he could see your walls starting to come down again, so he pushed further, 

“And hearing you say that…that you’re in love with me…” he trailed off, moving his fingers from your chin and tracing them along your jaw. “It felt like I could finally have the one thing I thought I never could.” 

You swallow hard, your eyes wide and vulnerable as he closes the distance further, leaving a few inches between the two of you. His fingers curled around your jaw and his thumb tugged at your bottom lip, his gaze flickering down for a few seconds. 

“God, baby,” he whispered in disbelief. “Hearing you say that…it’s all I ever wanted. You get under my skin like no one else, and you make me want to pull my hair out, but I can’t fight the way I feel about you anymore. Not after this.”

“Bradley,” you say again, at a loss for words as you reach up and grip his wrist, leaning into his touch. 

“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “Will you say it again? Please?”

He couldn’t believe he was begging to hear your words again, but the way your expression softened had him not giving a single fuck. “Bradley, I’m in love with you,” 

His skin heated up as you repeated your words, and his control finally snapped. “Fuck…fuck,” he muttered, not wasting another second as he leaned in and kissed you. He poured all the nights he lost sleep thinking about you into the kiss, all the times he held back his own confession after your usual playful banter turned serious, all the times he thought about doing just this with you. 

You kissed him back desperately, a soft moan escaping your throat as you gripped his wrists tightly. Bradley wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body right up against his as he deepened the kiss. He walks you backwards until your back hits the wall opposite from the door, pinning you to it as his hands roam all over your body. 

He couldn’t believe, after all the nights he spent fantasizing about this, that he was finally touching you like this. Your quiet gasps against his lips had his touch growing more possessive as he felt your hands slide up to grip his shoulders. His palms were flat against your body, feeling the heat of your skin through your clothes. “God, baby, you taste so good. You feel so good,” he murmurs once he breaks the kiss and begins trailing his lips along your jaw, his body pressing yours closer to the wall. 

“Oh, my God,” you moaned, your breath coming out heavy and uneven. “Bradley.”

He always knew his name would sound beautiful coming from your mouth like this, but actually hearing it was something else entirely. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled softly against your collar bone, his fingers lifting your shirt up so he could feel the smooth skin of your hips. “I’ve thought about this…about you for so long.” 

Your fingers moved up to his hair, where you pulled gently. “You’ve thought about me?”

“Yes,” he answered, burying his face against your neck as his hands inched further up your body under your shirt. “I think about you all the time. I tried not to, but I was fucked from the second I saw you.”

The surprised laugh you let out had his touch growing more urgent, the only thing on his mind being more ways he could get you to make those pretty sounds again. “Why didn’t you do anything about it?” 

Bradley lets out his own laugh, lifting his head from your neck as he raises a brow at you. “I could ask you the same question,” came his teasing reply as his hands slid up your back. “But really…you terrified me. I didn’t want to ruin things and mess up our friendship if you didn’t feel the same way.”

“So,” you trailed off, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. “What does this mean for our friendship? For us?”

He lifts a hand to your cheek, his thumb brushing against your bone as he answered, “It means that I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you. That I don’t need you, sweetheart,” he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours. “It means we’re not just friends anymore.”

The smile you gave him had goosebumps forming on his skin and a wave of relief washing over him. “We’re not?”

Bradley shook his head. “No, baby, we’re not,” he confirmed, pressing his hips against yours as he placed a soft kiss to your lips. “You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go.”

Your smile grows as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Bradley…I love you,”

He wraps his arms around your waist again as a warmth spreads all throughout his body. “I love you, too. So fucking much,” he mumbles before capturing your lips in another desperate, needy kiss. His tongue pokes out and nudges your lips apart, a deep groan leaving his throat as you pull at his hair. “Fuck, baby…been dying to taste you like this.” He breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper against your lips before going back in, his fingers moving to the buttons on your shirt. 

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you say against his lips. “This is happening, right? This is real?”

Bradley pulls away to be able to look you in the eyes. “It’s real, sweetheart,” he said softly before beginning to unbutton your shirt. “I can’t believe you feel the same way about me.”

“You can’t believe I love you?” You tease, biting down on your wet, swollen lips. 

His gaze darkens as he gets the final button undone, and then he lets the fabric slide off your shoulders. “Yeah. Been wanting to hear you say that for years,” he grunted, sliding his hands up your bare arms. “Been wanting to touch you like this.”

“And now that you can?” You asked in a breathless voice, staring up at him with a look he knew would be permanently burned into his mind. 

“Now that I can,” he started, his hands tracing the curve of your hips as his eyes raked over your chest. “I’m going to do everything I've been dreaming about doing to you...and then some.”

You moan, nodding quickly and making his lips turn upwards into a smirk. 

His hands move to the front of your leggings, his fingers teasing the thin fabric as his tongue runs along the smooth skin of your neck. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this...about having you like this,”

“I think I might have an idea,” you mumbled, tugging at his undershirt. 

Bradley grinned, feeling that warmth return and take over his body again. He pulled away to tug off his shirt and toss it to the side, then he was close to you again. “Yeah? Have you thought about me, too, baby?”

“Nearly every day,” you confessed as his hands moved back to your hips, his thumbs slipping past the waistline of your leggings as he slowly pulled them down. “Nearly every night.”

He groaned at your confession, helping you kick off the flimsy fabric before he was grabbing your hips again. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’ve been driving me crazy for so long,”

Your head tilts back and rests against the wall as his lips pepper kisses all along the base of your throat. “You’ve been making me go insane for years, Bradley,” 

“You’re not the only one who’s been losing your mind over this,” he laughed, sliding his hands up your body until he was caressing the underside of your bra. “I hoped that this would pass, but it never did. The more time we spent together, the more impossible it became. I had this burning need to have you, touch you, taste you.”

He emphasized his words by gripping your hips and spinning you around so your back was pressed against his chest. Your gasp had his boxers tightening, his tongue tracing random shapes onto the skin behind your ear. 

“The way you smile, laugh, and those fucking looks you give me,” he ranted, his breath fanning across your neck. “All the time we’ve spent together, I had to stop myself from taking you right then and there.”

When his hands slid down your body and pulled you closer to him, you moaned loudly, leaning your head back to rest against his shoulder. 

“The sounds you make for me, fuck,” he moaned, tugging on curve of your ear with his teeth. “All I’ve been wanting is to see you fall apart for me, to hear you scream for me…beg for me.”

 “Bradley,” you moaned again, leaning into his touch as his hands found the fabric of your bra, his fingers toying with the straps. 

“I’ve needed you so badly,” he rasped, pulling the strap off your shoulder before leaning down to kiss the newly exposed skin. “I finally have you all to myself. I’m never letting you go.”

“Don’t let me go,” you begged, gripping his forearms tightly. “Please.” 

“Never,” he said in a deep voice. “You’re mine now; mine to taste all over, to make scream.” He grabs your chin, gently turning your head so he could place a firm kiss to your mouth.

You moan, reaching behind you to tug on his hair as you pressed your body against his. “I want that,” you whine and he kisses you deeper, brushing his tongue against yours. 

His fingers played with the clasp of your bra, and soon enough he had the lacy fabric sliding down your arms and landing on the floor. “I need to see you,” he nearly begged, breaking away from your lips as he groped your breasts with dark eyes. 

“Well?” You asked, breathless from his touch as you rolled your hips back against him. 

“Damn, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he commented, leaning down to suck a mark onto the side of your neck. “Been dreaming about how gorgeous you’d look all bare for me, how sweet you’d taste and how pretty you’d sound.” His thumbs slid over your nipples, the devoted attention he was giving them making you whimper. 

“Oh, God,” you bit your lip to stifle the sounds that were coming out of you more frequently now. 

“Don’t hold back, baby,” he mumbled, softly pulling at your nipples with his thumb and index fingers. “I wanna hear all those sounds you make for me.”

You oblige almost immediately, moaning as he continues to worship your chest. “I can’t believe I get to have you like this,” 

“Believe it,” he grunted, smoothing his palms over your hardened nipples as he placed open mouthed kisses on your neck. 

Your body started to shake against his, your perfect lips parting as you let out a string of whimpers. “Feels so good,”

“I’ve barely started,” he cooed, pressing his hardness against your lower back. “You feel perfect in my arms, baby.”

“I want you,” you whined, squeezing your legs together. “I want you so bad.”

“I want you, too,” he groaned, slowly rolling his body into yours, his cock growing impossibly hard. “So badly.”

His hands caressed your breasts in a feather light touch, and he felt goosebumps against his palms as you gasped. “Your hands…I’ve always wanted to feel them on me,” 

“Yeah?” He teased, tracing his fingers around your nipples again, slowly but surely working you into a whiny mess for him.

“Yeah,” you huff, shaking even more. “Holy fuck, you feel so good.”

“So do you,” he growled, pinching your breasts before sliding his hands down your body. “I love touching you like this, but I need to feel more of you.” He murmured, turning you around in his arms so he could get a good look at you.

The way you were pressing your thighs together and the lust he could see in your eyes had him biting down hard on his lip, the sight of you only in a pair of lace panties doing things to him. “Please,” you whined, guiding his hand down your body. 

His eyes rolled back slightly as he leaned his head down and began kissing your shoulders, his hand sliding down your damp panties. “You want me to touch you here?” He asked, knowing damn well what your answer is. 

“Yes, please,” you gave in so sweetly, kicking the ruined fabric aside as you stepped back into his arms. 

He presses kisses to your shoulders as his hand reaches out, his fingers running along your core. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his cock throbbing as he felt just how worked up he made you. 

“All for you,” came your instant reply. Bradley’s eyes darkened as he circled your clit with his middle finger, the way you were trembling against him being the hottest sight he had ever seen.  “Oh, my God, yes.”

“There you go, baby,” he praised, sinking his fingers into your heat. “Give it to me, let me hear you.”

You let out another loud moan, reaching for his flight suit and practically shoving it down his legs. “I need you,” you said desperately. “I need you so bad.”

He could tell. Your wetness was dripping onto his hand as you spoke. 

Bradley kicked off his boots and added his suit to the pile of clothes on the floor, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs as he picked you up and carried you over to your bed. He set you down on your back, his lips pressing to yours as he rolled his hips. “I need you, too,” he promised, pulling away from your lips and settling his head in between your legs. “But I need to taste this pretty pussy first.”

Then he was licking a stripe up your folds and making your back arch off the bed. “Fuck!” You called out, the slick sound of his tongue against you bouncing throughout the room. “Oh, my fucking God, Bradley.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he slid his tongue inside your wet walls, his eyes rolling back at your taste. “Goddamn, sweetheart,” he moaned, sucking and licking at you like a starved man. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”

“Bradley,” you moaned loudly. “Please, fuck me. I need you…right now.”

His eyes darken even more as he crawls back up your body, and you push his boxers down quickly. You wrap your legs around his waist, bucking your hips up so your core brushes against his aching cock. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” 

Your brows furrow as he grips his base and guides himself inside you, your back arching again as you wrap your arms around him. “I love you,”

Bradley groaned, your wetness allowing him to sink all the way inside with one thrust. “God, I love you so much,” he said back, holding you against his body as he began to rock his hips against yours. “So much.”

He moved deep inside you, the feeling of skin on skin with nothing in between making his head spin. He hadn’t even asked if you wanted him to use a condom - and he knew it would’ve been a hard task to tear himself away from you and go to his room to get one, but he would’ve done it willingly - but you both seemed too lost in each other to think about it right now. 

You felt so good. Bradley has never been this hard in his entire life, and he knew it was all because of you. “You feel so perfect,” he praised, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt you clench around him. “So tight…fuck.”

“Bradley,” you moaned, wrapping your legs tighter around him as he slowly fucked you against the matress. “You’re so big.”

Your words went right through him, a sense of pride filling him as he looked down at you with lust filled eyes. “You’re so tight,” he echoed his previous words, fucking into you harder but still keeping his pace slow. “So tight for me.”

Your eyes widened and you dropped your head against your pillow. “My fucking God, Bradley,” you gasped, shifting your hips to meet his thrusts. “Yes.”

“Say my name again,” he softly demanded before leaning down to suck a mark onto your neck. “Tell me who’s making you feel so good right now…who’s stretching you so good right now.”

“Bradley!” You cry out, pressing your chest right up against his. “I’ve wanted this for so long…knew you’d feel so good.”

“Baby,” he rasped, fucking into you faster. “You feel so much better than I could have ever imagined.”

Your arousal was dripping onto his thighs as he fucked you harder, his hips hitting yours harshly as he let all the pining and desire he’s felt for you pour out of him. “Don’t stop, please please please,” you begged for him just like he wanted, your hands pulling at his hair. 

He grunted, his eyes flickering down to where you connected. “I’m not stopping, sweetheart, I can’t,” he huffed, watching the way his cock became more and more coated in your wetness with each thrust. “You feel too good, I need you.”

“Yes…yes,” you cried, digging your heel into his lower back and driving him even deeper inside you. “Oh, fuck.”

“Say my name,” he mumbled against your skin, not caring that the walls were pretty thin and anyone who may be in the hallway would definitely be able to hear you. “Say it again.”

“Bradley!” You moaned, scratching your nails down his back. 

His movements were fast, uneven and uncontrolled now as he hiked one of your legs higher around his waist, angling his body so he could push himself impossibly deeper. “That’s my girl,” he cooed, feeling the way you clenched around him at his words. “My girl.”

“Your girl,” you repeated, looking up at him with hooded eyes. 

“Yeah,” he whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed against yours. “My girl.” 

He kissed you deeply, fucking you hard into the bed meant for one person, the sound of your muffled moans filling the room. “God, Bradley, you feel so good…so full,”

Your words were slurred as if you were drunk, but both of you were completely sober right now as you gave into your need for one another. “You feel so good, too,” he mumbled. “So perfect…so tight and wet for me.”

His words were as equally as filthy as yours were, and he couldn’t remember the last time he let himself get this lost in someone; to the point where he couldn’t care less about how dirty his mouth was. 

“I’ve never felt anything better than you, baby,” he swore, reaching down to rub your swollen and puffy clit. “Nothing compares.”

Your jaw goes slack as you let out moan after moan, his words clearly having an effect on you. “I’m so close,” 

“Yeah, I can feel it,” he groaned, rubbing and fucking you harder. His voice was rough and thick with desire, his breaths coming out ragged and uneven. “I want you to come for me. I need to feel you come.”

“Bradley! Right there,” you nearly screamed, clinging onto him with a death grip. “Right there.”

He hummed, “Just like that, baby,” he circled your clit faster, watching as you began to shake. “Come for me.”

Your body jolted and trembled under him, your release flooding around him and soaking his cock. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” You cried, squeezing your eyes shut as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he cooed, kissing all over your face as he felt his own release creeping up on him. “God, I never want this to end.”

You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck and messily kissing him. He could feel you shaking still, but you didn’t ask him to stop or pull out, instead you just pulled him closer to you and whined against his lips. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing you softly as he got closer and closer. “So perfect.”

“I want you to come for me,” you mumbled in between kisses. 

Bradley groaned, licking along your lips. “I want that, too,” he said. “I wanna come for you…only you.”

“Only me,” you whispered with a lazy smile, slowly rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.

He nodded, his eyes nearly shut as he managed to ask, “Where? Where can I-”

“Inside me,” you answered, your heel on his back keeping him from pulling out too much. “I want it inside me.”

Bradley’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt his control snap. “Fuck…fuck, I’m coming, baby,” he groaned deeply, fucking his seed into your abused core. You moan quietly, running your fingers through his sweaty hair as his body shakes from the intensity of it all. He had never come that hard before, and when he slowly came to a stop, he could feel it seeping around him and dripping out of you. He also never came that much before. “That….that was-”

“I know,” you beamed, kissing him softly as you kept your legs wrapped around him. “I love you so much.”

Bradley smiles down at you, kissing you back. “I love you, too,” he promised as he rolled you onto your sides, still buried inside you. 

“Stay with me?” You asked as you kissed along his salty skin. 

After years of wanting to experience this with you and have you all to himself, he was finally able to, and he wasn’t planning on ever leaving your side again. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,”

You smile, trailing your hand up and down his back. “So…what does this mean for us?”

Bradley tangles his fingers in your hair, holding you close to him. “I want to call you my girlfriend, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Will you let me?”

You close your eyes, letting out a quiet groan. “I want to be your girlfriend so badly,”

“Then it’s settled,” he stated, pulling you even closer as a grin tugged at his lips. “You’re my girlfriend.”

Your hands slide up to his shoulder as you kiss him. “And you’re my boyfriend,”

Bradley smiled as he kissed you back. “And I’m going to make sure I’m the best boyfriend you’ve ever had,”

“You better be the best and last,” you warn playfully, laying your head on his chest. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he laughed, running his hand along your lower back. “You’re stuck with me.”

A blush takes over your face as you kiss the scar on his neck. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” 

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They fucked again after that btw. Happy Birthday, Bradley Bradshaw!

[ohtobeleah]

Need more of Terms of Endearment. Plz and thank xx

Warnings // Rooster x F!Reader. Hangman x Platonic!F!Reader. Mentions of Alcohol consumption and physical assault.

Masterlist

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“What the hell are you playing at Hangman?” Rooster questioned as he dried his hair roughly with the towel that had recently been tucked around his waist. A fresh pair of jeans now adorning his hips.

“I'm playing matchmaker–” Hangman was quick to respond as he sat the car seat down on the bench in the locker room. Tapping the top of it twice with a shit eating grin. “Fe asked me to drop this off before you go.” Rooster hadn’t even thought about the car seat. God his Bronco was not built to harbour a car seat. “She also told me to tell you that she’ll call when she's leaving the workshop.”

“Id ask if you hit that bird on purpose but I know you wouldn’t be stupid enough to risk ruining a multi million dollar jet on the grounds of setting me up with your roomie.” You and your little girl Dot had been living off base with Jake since you arrived in North Island in the middle of the night, running for what was essentially life or death. You wouldn't have come to Jake if you had any other choice–not one for handouts or charity, so when he was opening his door in the middle of the night, bat in hand because who the fuck was trying to bang his god damn door down in the middle of the fucking night–he was softening instantly.

“I have nowhere else to go–” You sobbed as Jake dropped the bat to the ground just barely missing his own foot. Completely and wholeheartedly accepting you and your crying daughter into his humble abode. He wasn’t blind, nor did he have a deviated septum. He saw the bruises and smelt the absurd amount of liquor on your breath. The way you clung to your daughter like she was your entire word made Jake hold his tongue. Pressing it into the side of his cheek as he let his chin rest on top of your head. It had to have been bad if you drove in the state you were in.

“Uh, I prefer stowaway–actually.” Jake teased as he watched Rooster throw his shirt over his head. “She needed a push—“

“I know what I’m doing man, I don’t need you interfering with my love.” Rooster huffed, he honestly didn’t mind playing the long game with you. He knew winning you over slowly would be worth it in the long run. He wasn’t all that sure of what you had been through—both you and Jake liked to keep that information under lock and key. But Bradley knew, he knew you were worth the wait, the work, the effort it would take to break your walls down brick by brick.

“Your love life is nonexistent Bradshaw I’m doing you a favour here!” Jake was no stranger to bringing home beautiful women, but ever since you and little Dot had been occupying his spare room? He had become more and more selective about the type he brought home. “And honestly, I’m just about sick of having to explain the children’s toys lying around whenever I bring someone home—“

“So this isn’t about Y/n at all then?” Rooster scoffed as he shook his head in utter disbelief. “This is about you wanting her out of your place.” Rooster had never actually strapped an infant's car seat into his car before. Picking up the capsule he marched out of the locker room into the hall, Hangman right on his tail. “I don't know what your thought process is man, but getting me to pick up Dot isn’t gonna have Y/n outta your house any quicker.”

The first time Bradley met you, he'd been tasked with finding out why Hangman was late for work. The cocky fighter pilot with the big ass egomaniacal smile and even bigger shit eating grin was usually if anything early. But the day Bradley first met you? It had been two hours since the first flight and Coyote was about ready to trade out his wingman. Patient had worn very thin. There’d been no calls and texts from Jake, no excuse or reason for his absence.

“Bagman!” Rooster was banging down Jake's front door incessantly. Huffing when there was no response. “Jake man you good?” He never stopped knocking. It’s what had woken you from what felt like your final resting spot on the lounge in the living room. The morning after Jake had taken you in. “SERESIN!” Roosters knuckles didn't meet hardwood when you swung the door open. Almost connecting with your already bruised and battered face as you held the door open.

“Fuck off!” Bradley Bradshaw had never been so taken aback in his life. “Stop knocking its rattling my fucking brain.” Rubbing your eyes as you yawned, stepping back to let whoever it was that wanted your brother so desperately into the house that would soon become a home. “Jakes upstairs–” At the mere mention of his name, Jake Seresin was barreling down the stars still doing up his flight suit. He knew he’d fucked up, but he’d been up with you all night holding your hair out of your face while you cried and threw up the content of your stomach. Dot in his lap crying in hysterics because she hadn’t slept a wink either. He’d only just work up after having slept like a log through his alarm.

“Dude—I’m fucked aren’t I?” Jake groaned as he tried slipping his work issued steel caps on.

“Who's the walking corpse?” Rooster asked as he watched you fall back onto the lounge, your ass on full display for him as you rolled over and pulled up the blanket Jake had given you. You were so plastered that the pain of your hangover hadn’t even set in yet. Jake was right, maybe he should have taken you to get your stomach pumped last night, but he was confident you'd thrown enough up that it wasn't a life threatening amount. “She's wearing your TopGun shirt–” Raising a questioning eyebrow, Rooster turned back to Jake. “You let strays stay the night now do you?”

“She's my sister.” Bradley heard the way Jake said it with a sigh, like he was almost disappointed. Jake could never be disappointed having you as a sister, but he was disappointed in a few of the choices you made that led you to this moment. Hungover, on his lounge with your daughter still asleep upstairs. You hadn’t been coherent enough last night to watch over her. Jake had stepped in. “Shows up on my doorstep last night, believe it or not she was in a worse state than this.”

“And the bruises?”

“Like I said, she showed up on my doorstep last night in a worse state than this.” Jake repeated himself as he held back tears. “I haven't really been able to get much out of her besides vomit.”

“Why haven't you ever told me you have a sister?” Rooster knew it was probably a stupid question to ask as he watched Jake fixed up the blacket that youd thrown harphazardly over yourself. “All this time we've known you and never a peep about a sibling—well, we know you have a brother but—“

“Non-biological.” Was the only answer Jake gave Bradley. “And whatever it is she’s going through it must be bad or else she wouldn’t have shown up here.”

“Yeah but if she’s occupied with you she might not be home all that much and before you know it? She’ll have approval for staff accommodation in no time.” You’d been waiting for a house for you and Odette the second you applied for a job as a technician. Jake had been the one to set you up. Your visit wasn’t meant to be permanent, but it seemed to be the safety and most secure option for you and your daughter.

“And she swears you’re an alright guy?” Rooster groaned as he unlocked his car, opening the passenger side door before placing the capsule inside. “Stay out of my love life—I don’t appreciate the meddling.”

“Fine, but I’m not making any promises to not meddle in Felix’s love life—“ Jake was quick to slightly step Bradley aside as he watched him struggling to connect the capsule car seat. “Here, you gotta loop the straps.” Rooster just stood back and took notes. How many times had Hangman actually done this? “She deserves the world and if I know anyone deserving of her? I’m looking at him.” Rooster just let the compliment Jake had gifted him sink in. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad thing—maybe Jake was genuinely doing him a solid.

Or maybe Jake Seresin was truly just over the two year old who cock blocked him more than she’d ever know.

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Odette Dolan was the light of your world. Anyone who knew you knew that you’d set fire to the rain for that little girl. And as Bradley waited at the front counter of Sunny Side preschool and after school care, he understood what that feeling felt like.

“Who are you to little Odette again, Mr. Bradshaw?” One of the early educators asked as she eyes Rooster down. Curious as ever to know who this mystery man was. You’d only ever picked Dot up. Jake had done a few scattered—but it was always you if you could help it.

“Uh—I’m whoever she needs me to be I guess.”

Roosted rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Y/n asked if I could pick her up, I was free—so why not right?” 

“Well, She had a bit of a meltdown just after lunch but since she's woken up from her nap she’s been fine—“ One of the early educators beamed as she signed Rooster in. His palms were sweaty as he rubbed them together. “I already let her know that mummy’s friend Rooster was coming to pick her up today so she didn’t get too disgruntled on pick up.”

“Routines are important, I get it.” Rooster had a soft spot for your daughter. That spot got a whole lot bigger when Dot came flying around the corner with her bag on her back, shoes on the wrong feet and a picture of a stick figure flying a plane that her early educators had helped her draw.

It was Bradley. Her Rooster.

“Hey Dot!” Rooster beamed at the little girl smashing into him as he crouched down to pick her up–swinging her up onto his hip. “Whatcha got there?” Rooster always had the all the time in the world for Odette Dolan. How a single man has so much patience and so much unconditional love for a two year old you'd never understand. But they shared a bond like no other. Jake liked to joke that Rooster and Dot bonded so well because they shared the same mental age, but you knew deep down it was because he saw a little bit of himself in her.

“Wooster–” Your little girl laid her head gently against Rooster's shoulder, her eyelids heavy as he handed him the paper. Another picasso to add to his ever growing collection of fridge drawings. Too sentimental to let fall to the wayside. His heart exploded like new years eve fireworks over Time Square every single time she’d hand him a new artwork dedicated in his honour.

“Oh for me?” Rooster raised his eyebrows in excitement as he took the piece of paper. “Woah! You’re getting so good at these, looks just like me” If Bradley were a few pounds lighter maybe.

“Mama?” Dot questioned as she looked around for where you might be. Holding your daughter a little tighter as Rooster said his thanks to the early educators before venturing outside.

“No bubba, just me—“ When Rooster placed Odette into her car seat, he double then triple checked if everything was secure. “But mama's coming soon.” For a moment Rooster just sat in his car, wondering if he should go back to his or not. Looking over at your daughter as she already started to doze off in her seat, Rooster settled his decisions.

First Stop? The Hard Deck for some take away. Second Stop? Your house, not because he didn’t trust himself to take care of a two year old. But because this specific two year old probably wanted to go home.

And who was Bradley Bradshaw to deny your daughter of anything she wanted?

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[waklman]

hey! It’s my birthday today! I was wondering if you could write a small blurb about Bradley doing something special for babybear on her birthday? No worries if you aren’t able to! I love the series! <3

Birthday Suit

first off, happy freaking birthday!!!!! of course i’ll write something for you!!!! thank you for enjoying my series, i have on my party hat for you right as we speak B) i wanted to get this posted on the day of your birthday so sorry if it’s not as polished >.> (also maybe because i wrote this on the shaky bus..so that too haha)

warnings: fluff, 18+ blog in general, minors dni.

word count: 900

something ‘bout you masterlist.

“Shit–she’s not here yet, right?” Bradley asks frantically, nudging the door open with his foot—hands clumsy handling a cake.

He’s yet to look up from the very costly decorated birthday cake, trying to balance it with sweaty fingers. You’ve been raving over the local bakery’s designs lately—showing Bradley their custom made desserts to an endless degree.

Which only meant that—he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t splurge on a cake. Especially one that was shaped like the head of a bear. When he finally arrived at the bakery for pickup, in his scramble to show up on time—Bradley couldn’t even be mad that one of the bear’s eyeballs were slipping off the edge, because you’d like it.

It would make you laugh, and that’s all Bradley needed to know before stuffing a fat twenty dollar bill in the tip jar—rendering the teenage girl at the register speechless.

As he sets the cake down, Bradley stretches his neck to face the group of usually chatty aviators surrounding the kitchen island.

His eyes are already narrowed into slits, staring at them through his eyebrows with a warning look.

There’s only silence between him and the group, who all have their mouths parted in shock. Hangman’s mouth is parted the widest, making the paper party horn slip from his teeth—which annoys Bradley even more.

Bob is the only one who can’t face Bradley, blinking down at the cake nervously—trying his hardest to ignore his choice of apparel.

“Don’t say a thing,” he grits, watching Jake collect his thoughts, lips puckering together—a clear sign that he does in fact—has something to say.

To no one’s surprise, he’s the first to speak up. “What the—What the fuck is on your face?” Jake sputters, lips curling inside his mouth to let out a hideous laugh.

He says exactly what everyone’s thinking, causing most of the pilots to double over in laughter. Though some of them—well just Coyote, accidentally spits up in his own hand, from holding in his amusement.

“What the fuck is on his face?!” Natasha yells the question at Jake. “Don’t you mean—What the fuck is he wearing?” Natasha puts forth, tugging on the pink tutu around his waist.

“Hey. Hands off woman, this took forever to put on.” Bradley grunts, turning his hip away from her hands.

It’s not like Bradley isn’t aware of how ridiculous he looks. There’s a full shaving cream beard ringing around his mouth for God's sake. Not to mention the bright pink tulle around his jeans—paired with a matching princess tiara sitting on his curls, of course.

He’s actually very aware that he looks like he’s been dressed by a group of six year old girls given free reign—also known as the collective who runs your brain. You’d have a hoot at this.

Before anyone else can get another word in—the front door of your apartment jiggles, and Fanboy quickly hushes everyone. The make fun of Rooster convention is put to an end as everyone scatters to a nearby hiding spot. If it’s one thing the group is good at—it’s knowing how to act quickly.

Right as you walk in, you almost fall over from being greeted with loud screams of “Suprise!” and “Happy Birthday!” and even one “I love you more than Rooster!” coming from Hangman.

Clutching your chest, your mouth stretches into a wide smile—heart full of joy at the surprise. “W-What? Oh my god,” you catch sight of Bradley first.

Completely dropping your stuff onto the floor, you go running at the flushed pilot, throwing yourself into his arms. Bradley stumbles back with a shy look on his face, “How do I look honey?”

You place a searing kiss to his mouth, letting the shaving cream stamp your own face—matching Bradley. “So freaking cute, I love the tiara,” you laugh, taking it for yourself.

Jake’s already starting, “See, I don’t know—it looks fine on her but on Rooster it’s kinda—” Natasha jabs him in the ribs with her elbow, not wanting him to ruin the moment. Jake groans, catching the hint.

Bradley finally drops you, hands still on your waist as you slip back onto the wooden tiles. You get distracted, playing with Bradley’s skirt as he grins down at you, “How’d they get this in your size? I tried checking before but—”

“Ahem.” Payback cuts in, knowing you and Bradley tend to get lost in your own little world.

You both turn to face the noise, and everyone’s surrounding the cake, waiting for you to notice it.

“No. No you didn’t!” You gape, hands coming to your mouth—smearing your new white beard.

Your eyes start to actually well up watching everyone make excited gestures at you—happy that you got your dream cake. Hangman flaps his hands around the cake, with an open smile.

Unable to contain your tears, your fingers stretch over your eyes, covering your face completely. “Baby—wait hey are you crying?” Bradley worriedly leans down, trying to pry your hands off.

You fall foward into his chest, and he catches you. “It’s s’cute. The ugly little eyeball—I can't,” you muffle into your palms.

“Thought you’d like that,” he laughs, glad they’re just happy tears. Placing a kiss onto your hairline, he whispers, “Happy birthday babybear.”

“Babybear!” All the pilots shout in unison, some even tearing up themselves. In a flash, everyone's throwing themselves at you both, turning it into a group hug. Hangman is the last to join, wrapping his arms around everyone, sniffling.

You just cry harder at the sentiment, this is the best birthday ever.

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[blondedmuse]

JUST FOR TONIGHT

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x reader

synopsis. ꩜ you learn how bradley truly feels about you.

author's note. ∿ wow look whose writing again! this also has no editing because i’m so tired and wrote this in 30 minutes

word count. ⨾ idk a lot

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It’s the middle of a the night and you found yourself wide awake and held tightly in strong arms. You should be tired and you should be asleep but the heartbeat of the man behind you has kept you wide awake.

He’d ended up in your bed more often than not in the past few months and you in his. It’s a game you didn’t know you were playing, tip-toeing around each other to see who would fold first.

It was usually you, and you’d take him home with no regrets that night but then once he was gone by morning there was always a sour taste left in your mouth.

It lingered because you were yearning for something more—something you weren’t sure Bradley wanted. While he took you out from time to time, you continued to tell yourself you were just friends; with benefits of course.

There were lines that you established neither of you were meant to cross, yet it’s as if those boundaries were made to be broken.

So now you lay wide awake contemplating where you stand and what this means for the both of you. You tilt you head so you can see Bradley and you don’t think the thoughts of your present have ever once occurred to him. Maybe they have but it’s not worth the headache, especially at four in the morning.

So carefully, you slip from the hold of his arms and off the bed and head to the living room, taking your acoustic guitar with you. You settle on your couch with the hopes that music will serve as a sufficient distraction and your fingers drift to the chords of I Love You So by The Walters.

The song is quiet enough to keep him from his wake and you sing the words just above a whisper. Halfway through the song you almost forgot Bradley was in your bedroom—almost.

The truth is the moment you’d left the room and your side of the bed was cold, he woke up. He’d slowly been growing accustomed to your body in his arms as he fell asleep, which he damned himself for because it was never meant to happen. It was never meant to happen because why would you feel that same? You were just friends, right?

Still he woke up looking around the room for your figure and as soon as he heard a voice he realized maybe he didn’t have to search far. It wasn’t long before he noticed you were singing, to which he then realized he’d never heard before. He’d always wanted to ask you to play something for him, to hear your voice to the tune of one of your favorite songs and now he had the chance.

He walked downstairs as quietly as he could which proved itself to be not quiet enough as you turned around to see him standing at the bottom of your stairs.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t mind.” he sighed before thinking of the right words to say.

“I’d like it if you kept going.”

You hesitated before nodding to the spot next to you on the couch. “Don’t you have training tomorrow? I just- I think you should get some sleep. Proper sleep.”

“I’ll be fine. I’d rather you sing me to sleep anyways,” He told you, shifting his position so that he was lying down.

“Please?” He asked and how could you say no?

“Alright,” You agreed and your fingers started once again. Going for something slower, you started playing John Wayne by Cigarettes After Sex, singing along like you had done earlier.

Once you finished the song you were sure he was out like a light with his eyes closed and breathing slowed, and you were stuck in this awkward position once again. Before you could get up however, the sound of his voice left you frozen.

“I hope you know I love your voice. Love it almost just as much as I love you,” He rasped.

Your brows cinched together and you heart stopped momentarily. Did Bradley just say he loves you? You looked to him again to see his eyes flutter open, searching your face for any kind of reaction.

“You don’t have to say anything Y/N, I just wanted to tell you. But if anything, I do want you to stay with me. Just for tonight?”

You obliged, setting your guitar down on the coffee table in front of you and lying down next to Bradley, allowing him to hold your once again and you allowed his warmth to consume you like a love.

You knew you would talk about this tomorrow morning, but for now you could only hope it wasn’t just for tonight.

[multifandomfanfic]

I posted 48 times in 2022

That's 11 more posts than 2021!

43 posts created (90%)

5 posts reblogged (10%)

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I tagged 42 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#fanfic - 13 posts

#imagine - 12 posts

#x reader - 12 posts

#x y/n - 12 posts

#x yn - 10 posts

#fanfiction - 9 posts

#top gun - 8 posts

#🦫 - 8 posts

#top gun maverick - 8 posts

#😍 - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 97 characters

#we just decided it would be best/more efficient for us to have smut only available on one account

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hello!

Could you write something that the reader, who is not a pilot and works with Penny, likes Jake very much, but is afraid to talk to him because she has not heard pleasant things about him? After they somehow meet (my preference is after the beach scene because why not hehe) they start spending more time together and so on. A bit fluffy and smutty if you can.

Thank you!!

Pay Your Tab

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem! Reader

Warnings: kissing, groping, smut references, language, angst, hickeys

Summary: Despite harboring crush on Hangman for a while, you’ve never acted on it due to other peoples’ opinion on him.. until now.

Word Count: 4.3k

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902 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#4

Hey!! Love you guys’ work. Could I request a Hangman x reader x Bob 👀 smut where the reader is either Hangman’s girlfriend or just a friend of both of them and Hangman is showing Bob how to treat a woman right (if u catch my drift)? Thanks! 💕

Sexual Education

Pairing: Bob x fem! Reader x Hangman

Warnings: slightly insecure Bob, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, language, voyeurism (kind of)

Summary: It’s a typical night at The Hard Deck. But an unexpected conversation with Bob exposes one of his secrets. Hangman and you vow to teach him a few things to help him form future relationship.

Word Count: 7.5k

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1,055 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#3

Hi! Okay so hear me out 😂 Reader is Iceman’s daughter and she’s dating Hangman but she comes clean to him about wanting to sleep with Bradly too. One night Jake comes home from work and has Bradly in tow and together they both take care of her.

Great Balls of Fire

Pairing: Hangman x fem! reader x Rooster

Warnings: Smut, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, Eiffel Tower, face fucking, brief male masturbation, voyeurism, language, hair pulling

Word Count: 6.4k

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1,056 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

#2

Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy one shot with iceman from top gun?? I was thinking a morning after and reader is kinda unsure of what is going to happen but Tom is super sweet and cuddly. Love your writings!!!💕💕

Morning After

Summary: Worries flood your mind after your first time with Iceman. You had been told to stay away from Navy pilots after all. Luckily, Ice makes how he feels about your relationship clear.

Warnings: mentions of sex, kissing, doubts about relationship (I guess)

Word Count: 2.1k

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1,604 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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

Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem! Reader

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

Word Count: 6k

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2,391 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

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[vgilantee]

carmine red varnish {bradly "rooster" bradshaw}

rooster bradshaw x reader

requested: n/a

words: 795

a/n: carmine is a shade of red that is not exactly like rooster's helmet, but it's close enough and is more interesting than "dark red". also this is... so short for me lmao. i think i'm gonna write more of this reader and rooster relationship in a different fic because i have many ideas

warnings: n/a

pronouns: [none used]

You always cherished the days Rooster could spend with you. Sometimes you didn’t know how long you could have him, all to yourself. But you selfishly took that time, grasped in both hands. The pair of you weren’t together, not in an explicitly defined relationship. If someone asked, you would say you were friends, but there was an unspoken something more. So often, on his first day back from a mission or a job, he found his way to your place. 

The jetlag was clear as Rooster sat on your sofa, half-turned with one knee resting on the cushion below him. You were sat cross-legged facing him, gently holding his left hand while his right rested on your knee. 

Though the TV was on, neither of you paid much attention to what was playing. You were busy concentrating, tongue poking out ever so slightly as you carefully applied the red varnish (the colour chosen to match the same shade as his helmet). Rooster’s attention was entirely on you, watching with a tilted head as your eyebrows occasionally creased further or your tongue would disappear, only to make its appearance again moments later. He was also vaguely telling you about the deployment he had just returned home from. 

There was obviously a lot of information he could not tell you, but the specifics of the orders never interested you anyway. You loved hearing about the people - his friends and coworkers - who helped both keep him alive and made his days on whatever base or ship he had lived on more bearable. 

“There’s just something grounding about watching a sunset over an ocean and eating a very okay cake with your legs hanging off the side of a naval ship. It was a very fitting thing for Phoenix to want to do for her birthday.” Rooster spoke softly as if making sure not to disturb your concentration. Out the corner of your eye, you glanced up at him, a half-smile as you imagined him swinging his legs against the side of a boat and laughing with friends. 

“It sounds very nice.” He nodded and his eyes - for just a moment - looked past you as he remembered the view. 

Carefully, you placed his hand on your other knee before twisting the cap onto the bottle of nail polish. You gave the nails a silent once-over, making sure there was no red on his skin and that his nails were painted neatly. Once you were sure they were done, you gave a final, satisfied nod.

“Perfect.” At your assessment, Rooster raised his hands carefully - fingers stretched far apart to make sure he didn’t bump any colour - and looked at each nail in turn. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but still, once he had checked every nail, he mirrored your nod. 

“So…” he lowered his hands back to your knees, “how long do I have to wait for this to dry?” 

“‘Bout an hour.” You replied with a shrug. “Unless you want to risk smudging them or making them bumpy. Then it’s only half an hour.” You moved to turn off the sofa, to collect all of the bottles of nail polish that were scattered on your coffee table, but his fingers dug in slightly. 

“If I’m stuck here for the next hour, then you’re not going anywhere either.” The corner of Rooster’s mouth twitched upward as you opened your mouth slightly to retort. As he tilted his head, your already weak resolve dropped completely and you rolled your eyes.

“Fine.” You dragged out the ‘i’ sound in faux defeat. Leaning over, you picked up the same bottle of red that you had just painted Rooster’s nails with and got to painting your own. 

It was things like that, the complete lack of hesitation in choosing to match with him, that fit into the blur of the definition of your relationship. Although you knew that his helmet was red (the exact shade of the nail polish, though you’d never tell him that it was on purpose), it wasn’t a colour you used often. But at that moment, with his hands resting on your knees and nails painted with careful precision, there was no other colour that made sense.

Even after the hour was up, Rooster kept his hands on you, watching as you painted your own nails with the creased-brow concentration that you had when painting his until finally, your nails matched his; a glossy, strong red. Once again, the cap of the varnish was tightened with finality. 

Carefully, as to not smudge the fresh paint, you placed your hands on your thighs, fingertips brushing Rooster’s ever-so-slightly. 

“There. Now we match.” It just made sense, that you and Rooster would match. Two parts that naturally fit together.

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Plssss do more of the roommate and rooster plssssss!!!

Thanks for sending in the ask!

 I enjoy writing a Rooster x roommate!reader pairing because I think it adds extra possibilities to a story. Like, can you just imagine having Rooster down the hall to you? Imagine him being comfortable walking around shirtless. Imagine him making pots of coffee in the morning just for you. Let’s both imagine Rooster accidentally running into the restroom to pee while you’re in the shower...

Anyways, I just posted a story with pairing Rooster x roommate!reader!

Nightmares

Summary: Rooster comforts you after you have a nightmare. You wake up the next morning tangled in him and you realize that your silly crush on your roommate has turned into something more. 

Again, thanks for sending in the ask. Please feel free to send me another ask if you have something specific in mind :)

[cowboybeepboop]

Hawaiian hangout

“Mm this is my favorite song, what about you Darling? Do you like it?” “It’s nice, but I don’t like slow rides, I like going fast,”

Pairing: Hangman x fem! Reader

Genre: plot with some porn

Word count: 2928

Summary: Hangman has a thing for you but your relationship with Rooster makes him jealous. You’re a badass who is the best of the best and this shows when you and Mav get into a “fight”.

A/N: I don’t usually give the reader a callsign cause I think it’s fun to make up your own but for this oneshot I made the readers callsign Darling because her superior (the guy from the academy) who gave it to her thought it was fitting because she’s innocent and sweet looking on the outside but in the sky she’ll out fight anyone in a dog fight. Basically he’d call her Daring Darling, or DD, since no one saw her as a threat at first and also because she loved the DareDevil comics. Anyways this is just some random ass info I made up, it gives nothing to this so like yeah idk I was just bored. Also I fr based the friendship on my friends and I’s relationship because I think we’re absolutely hilarious no questions asked and for some reason everyone thinks we’re dating. ALSO I WROTE THIS ENTIRE THING WHILE MY MOM WAS NEXT TO ME ON A ROAD TRIP SOS I CAN’T STAND MYSELF. Anyways saw Top Gun: Maverick for the 5th time and met some really cool older women today.

Bradley has been your best friend forever, since kindergarten when he “accidently” pulled your pigtails and you started crying. His only excuse was that they were uneven and he was trying to help, fucking idiot. He does that a lot though, he’ll try to help and end up making a bigger issue out of it, for instance this exact moment when he spilt red wine on your white dress and poured white wine on top to “even it out”. Now you’re fresh out of the shower, smelling like Bradshaw’s coconut shampoo and wine.

“Hey, Brad. Got anything I can wear? I mean after all you did wreck my dress, twice,” you giggle with a teasing smile, he scratches the back of his neck and hands you a pair of your old shorts and one of his Hawaiian shirts.

“That's all I could find, I must have left your wardrobe at my mom’s storage place.” shrugging you take the clothes from him, smiling sweetly.

“Don’t worry about it duckie,” he rolls his eyes and puts his best mom face on, standing with his hands on his hips.

“It’s Rooster, not duck,” he puts on a dramatic performance, throwing his head back, hand over his heart, “I can’t believe you don’t even know my callsign, after all of these years.” one last exaggerated sigh before he falls back on the couch.

“Damn, did the shock kill you?” your eyes light up with mischiv, as long as he’s pretending to be dead I mean you might as well, you tickle his sides watching him fight back a fit of laughter.

“Come on Y/N you should get changed, we’re supposed to go meet Phoenix soon,” he sits up grabbing your arms and pinning them to your sides with a sweet smile.

“Shit, I almost forgot about that,” you quickly grab the clothes, throwing on the shorts and his white Hawaiian shirt, leaving it unbuttoned showing off your white cropped tank top. “I think we’re actually a little late,” he grabs his keys and puts his hand on your waist pulling you out the door with him.

“Well, I intend on surprising her anyway,” he locks the door and hops in his jeep. You follow suit, getting into the passenger side sighing at the heat that hits your thighs as they touch the dark leather seats.

“This is torture, I’m burning alive,” Bradley shakes his head while starting the engine, you buckle up pulling the seatbelt under your left arm so it doesn’t sufocate you.

“That defeats the purpose of the seatbelt, you’re supposed to have it over your chest,” he teases as you glare into the side of his face.

“It’s uncomfortable, it’s suffocating my chest,” he puts his free hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly.

“I know, I just wanted to piss you off,” Bradly smiles innocently as he keeps his eyes on the road, you flip him off secretly. “I saw that, Darling” he glances over to you raising his eyebrows slightly, “You’re gonna have to be more careful next time,”.

“Ouch, you’re being real serious Bradley. You even used my callsign,” you fegin shock covering your mouth theatrically. That’s the thing about your relationship with Bradley, the majority of the time you guys are being dramatic, which really confuses people because they don’t understand your guy’s comedic geniusness.

Bradley pulls into a parking spot, he gets out of the jeep and walks over to your side of the car, opening the door and offering you his hand. You roll your eyes “You go first Brad, I’ll go in, in like a minute,” he nods his head and salutes you.

“I’ll see you in a minute then,” you wave him off pulling a thing of chapstick out and applying it, you check your phone and reply to a couple texts. Mentally preparing yourself for the loudness of the bar, sticking your phone into your pocket before climbing out of the vehicle. You run a hand through your hair while walking through the bar entrance, “Hey, Y/N over here,” Bradley calls you over while holding his stomach softly.

You go up to the bar to order two beers, you end up standing right next to Maverick, “Can I please get two beers Penny?” she nods with a sweet smile, “Oh shit, Mav I didn’t notice you earlier,”.

“Hey, Y/N, how’s it going?” He smiles while sticking his phone into his pocket.

“I’m good, how about you,” you sit down on the empty stool next to him, keeping your attention directly on him.

“I could be better,” he runs a hand through his hair, “you should head over to Bradley, he’s waiting for you.” you nod, standing up to get the beers and thank Penny, “One more thing though,”

“What is it?” you search his serious eyes looking for any hints about what he might ask of you.

“Could you maybe not tell Bradley that I’m back in town just yet?” Maverick scratches the back of his neck while his eyes go softer pleading with yours.

“Of course, Mav,” you smile and lean in for a hug, he wraps his arms around your waist gently while using his thumb to rub up and down your back. You pull back from the hug, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

You weave in between a few groups while making your way over to Rooster and Phoenix, once you get to the pool table you pull your sunglasses up leaving them on top of your head. “Here Bradley,” you hand him a beer, taking the other as you sit next to Bob, “Hey, Bobby boy. How’s the man, the myth, the legend?” he smiles as he pushes his glasses up his nose bridge. The familiar blond man turns his attention on you, looking you up and down with a small smirk.

“I’m good now that you’re here,” you smile, showing your slightly pointy canines.

“Fuck, Bob you know just how to get my heart racing,” you stare into his eyes before he looks away, a soft blush creeping up his neck.

“You know him?” Hangman questions as Bradley pops up behind you taking your glasses from your head, folding them up and hanging them on the collar of your shirt.

“Yeah, he’s my favorite weapons systems officer,” you smile while placing your hand on his shoulder. “He’s always focused and has never made a mistake, it’s too bad they don’t let me fly with an RIO anymore,” you sigh dramatically while he admires you from the side, Rooster rolls his eyes.

“You know, the higher ups would let you fly with an RIO if you weren’t such a maniac,” you pretend to be offended as you shove his arm away from your side.

“Ugh, you’re so mean to me all the time,” Hangman is not so subtly checking you out while you and Bradshaw bicker. Phoenix interrupts you two trying to stop your random argument.

“So, Y/N I’ve been wondering something for a while,” she pulls Bradley by his shirt softly, you nod at her motioning for her to continue, “why is your callsign Darling? Isn’t that kind of misogynistic?” Phoenix’s comment draws everyone’s attention to you.

You laugh softly, “It does seem like that doesn’t it? It’s just something my parents nicknamed me when I was younger and my commander thought it was fitting for me. But,” you smile softly, “People usually call me DD,”.

“Before you ask the meaning of that,” Rooster laughs, “you’ll have to wait until you see her fly to fully understand.” He sounds like a proud dad while talking about you.

“I also have a question,” Coyote raises his eyebrows, “Why are you wearing Roosters shirt?”.

“He ruined the dress I was wearing earlier,” you shrug and Coyote’s eyes slightly widen as he coughs. Hangman’s jaw clenches while he narrows his eyes on Bradley.

Slow ride starts playing, “Mm this is my favorite song, what about you Darling? Do you like it?” Hangman smirks flashing his perfect white teeth.

“It’s nice, but I don’t like slow rides, I like going fast,” you swipe your tongue over your bottom lip keeping an intense stare on Hangman.

Penny rings the bell again, Hangman, Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy take Mav out. You chew on your cheek while going over to the bar, “Hey, Pen, I’ll pay Mav’s tab,” she hands you the check.

“It’s a pretty big bill,” she warns you but you already had your wallet pulled out, you hand her your card.

“It’s fine, I have a lot saved up,” you smile sweetly, Bradley pulls the cord on the jukebox, taking his beer over to the piano.

“Are you sure, love?” you nod, she swipes the card and then hands it back to you with the receipt. Rooster motions for you to come over.

You go over to him and he sings to you “You broke my will, but what a thrill,” Bradley pulls you onto his lap and you start singing with him.

“Kiss me baby,” you hold his cheeks, kissing him on the forehead, “Ooh, that feels good, baby”, he smirks looking you up and down. You giggle as you continue to sing in sync with him, nodding your head with the beat of the song. Hangman clenches his fists, sucking his teeth, shifting his jaw in anger.

_________

Things between you and Maverick have been a little tense since he found out about how you paid his tab, not to mention the tension between him and Rooster putting even more strain on your friendship with Maverick. The funny thing is Maverick told you not to fly like you usually do, you’re way more skilled in dog fighting than the rest of the pilots from your previous training and missions, your goal is to train for the mission with the rest of the team rather than gain more skills; however, Maverick went ahead and pushed your buttons. You’re the first pilot up which means you’re supposed to lose like everyone else and do the 200 push ups, but with Maverick’s intensity and Bob’s encouragement you’ve found yourself flying like your life depends on it.

Maverick’s plane is right on your ass, both hands grab your centre stick, pulling toward your midsection. Your plane shoots up, “Holy shit,” Hangman's voice rings through your ears as you switch directions heading straight for Mav. He pulls up trying to level with you, you flip upside down, narrowly missing his “shot”, you push the centre stick opposite of your body swooping low.

Maverick locates you once again, he creeps closer to your tail, before you hastily pull up. You’re upside down (again) hovering over Mavericks plane, “Fuck she’s on his fucking tail,” Hangman is sat back watching you two fight.

Your engine stalls and you direct your plane away from Maverick’s, you’re headed straught for the ground, “Fucking hell, my engine stopped,” you keep hitting the buttons grabbing your centre stick, still none of your efforts make a difference.

“Eject, Y/N eject right now,” Maverick yells as he follows your tail, at this point you’re hitting the hard deck.

You’re finally able to gain control of the engine again, you pull up as fast as you can. Your plane zooms past Maverick, your hands shake as you put your aim on Maverick and the beeping starts to ring out, “I gotcha Mav,”.

“Y/N get out of the sky, now.” you can hear the anger in his strong tone, your planes all touch the ground. You get out of the vehicle, hands shaking as your feet touch the ground, Mav runs over to you.

“Why the fuck did you not eject? What if you couldn’t gain control of your F-18?” you fall back on the ground, laying against the boiling pavement.

“I don’t know, can you stop yelling though. My head hurts,” you close your eyes, chest rising and falling quickly, your arms and legs feeling like jello. The rest of the team rushes down over to you and Maverick, he stays stood over you staring down at you.

“You’re reckless,” he says in a silvery tone, “you could have been seriously injured, or even killed,” Maverick nearly yells at the end of his sentence.

“In my defense I’m tired of doing push ups, I’m an amazing dog fighter I don’t even need any more training. I've already got two confirmed kills. That’s half of what you’ve got Mav, I’m good and I’m not cocky.” you sigh out, lifting your head to look at him as you sit up, “I’m fine with not winning against you or being the best but shit you’re getting on my nerves,” Rooster comes over and helps you stand up.

“Hangman, take Y/N inside and get her some water,” Mav pinches the bridge of his nose while using his other hand to wave you and Hangman off.

You unzip your uniform while walking towards the locker room, Hangman is a couple steps behind you keeping a close eye on you to make sure you don’t fall.

“Hey Darling, why doesn’t Maverick use your callsign?” Jake’s hand rests on your back as he opens the door for you, his body getting impossibly close to yours. “I mean he uses Roosters, it doesn’t make much sense that he doesn’t use yours,” he says voice barely over a whisper.

“I was his right hand man in a mission once and because he named me, my mom couldn’t think of a good name so she asked him,” you shrug, walking into the locker room peeling off your uniform that’s drenched in sweat.

“You were really good up there,” Hangman presses up against your back, arms wrapping around your waist as he breathes against your neck softly.

“Hangman, what are you doing?” his hand moves down to your thighs, spreading them a little. You instinctively lean back against him, throwing your head back on his shoulder.

“Darling, you can stop me whenever you want,” he kisses your neck softly, “and please, call me Jake,” he whispers into your ear sending shivers down your body. He moves to sit down on the bench pulling you onto his lap.

“Are you okay with this?” you nod enthusiastically, biting down on your lip roughly, “No love, I need to hear you say it,” he pulls his hands back from your body.

“Fuck, please Jake. I want this, I want you,” you put his hands back on your thighs, spreading your legs for him.

“Good girl,” he smiles, biting your earlobe softly, receiving a soft moan from you. Jake pulls your soaked panties to the side, sliding his index finger between your pussy lips before landing it on your clit. He rubs slow circles around your bundle of nerves, changing the amount of pressure from time to time. You grip onto his upper arm roughly, squeezing your eyes shut tightly as your body presses into his. Pleasure shoots down your spine causing your body to shake softly, biting down on your lip you snake your other hand up to his hair pulling at the roots.

Hangman uses his free hand to grab something from his pocket, “You know Darlin’, you dropped something yesterday,” he whispers into your ear. “I didn’t think much of it, so I picked it up. But there’s something curious about this lipstick container,” fucking hell, there’s no way I dropped it here. You think to yourself while trying to stay focused on his words.

“You can imagine my shock when I opened it and..” he takes the cap off, sliding the base to the side, the dreaded quiet vibration filling your ears. He smirks against your neck as he begins peppering kisses against the warm sensitive skin.

“Fuck,” Jakes movements were overwhelming, giving you zero opportunity to come up with an excuse, “I can totally explain why I have that,” your hole pulses around air, grasping for some sort of friction.

He presses the tip of the vibrator against the spot he's been massaging, swirling it around in steady circles while keeping a consistent rough pressure. “Jake,” you pant out his name, moaning into his ear.

“Is my pretty girl close?” he uses his free hand to knead one of your breasts through your shirt, you nod against his shoulder, “You’re so naughty, do you like that Rooster could walk in at any minute and see how good I make you feel?” he tightens his jaw at his mention of your chaotic friend.

You squeeze your legs tight around his hand, feeling close to your climax. He spreads your legs with one hand and his knee, “You’re being so good for me Darling, don’t disappoint me now,” he bites down on your neck softly. Jake increases the amount of pressure he’s using, causing waves of euphoria from your head to your toes.

Soft moans spill from your lips, your toes curling as the knot in your stomach snaps, Jake pulls your chin to move your lips against his. Your lips mesh passionately as he keeps pushing your orgasm, eyebrows scrunching together as overwhelming pleasure fills your body, like a warm cup of hot cocoa after a long time in the snow.

“Good girl, Darling you’re so good for me,” he whispers against your ear, he begins wiping up the warm liquid with a handkerchief from his pocket. “We need to get you cleaned up before anyone notices how long we’ve been gone for.” Jake kisses down your neck before pushing you up off his lap.

[lokis-army-77]

Rivals

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x female reader

Word Count: 2306

The reader and Rooster have been rivals forever and after reader pulls a dangerous stunt, Rooster comes to confront her about it.

Warning: 18+ Smut. dom!reader, sub!rooster, P in V sex, Oral (f receiving)

Request by @ahs-simp: Hi I don't know if you're still taking requests But I was hoping you could write a smut with rooster Y/n and rooster have been rivals for a long time because of competition and he finally lashes out at her and it turns heated, while he thought he would take control he quickly learns his place and becomes putty in her hands Sorry if that's confusing

A/N: Sorry if this is kinda "eh" I haven't written anything where the reader is in control and I had no clue what I was doing.

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“What the fuck was that?” Rooster’s booming voice yelled as I opened the door to my house. He had shown up out of nowhere after I had gotten home from the base hospital. 

“What was what?” I asked, leaning on the door frame, arms crossed. 

“You know what I’m talking about. What kind of idiot does that kind of maneuver during training?” 

I stared at him, choosing not to speak. 

“Well, you gonna answer me?”

“Not if you’re going to yell at me.” I raised an eyebrow. He quieted down, sending me a death glare. 

“I did it because I’m better than you.” 

“So what?” He took a step close to me, and I stood my ground. “Somehow risking your life makes you superior? 

I scoffed. “I lived, didn’t I? Is that why you’re here, to yell at me cause I took down Maverick before you could and lived?”

“You know what? Fuck you!” He yelled. I could see the veins in his neck straining at the force. 

“Fuck me? Fuck you, Bradshaw.” I turned to go back inside but before I could, Bradley’s large hand was holding tightly to my wrist. 

“Don’t you walk away from me?” He seethed. 

I whirled around, eyes wide. “Excuse you?” I gave an incredulous laugh. “Who do you think you are to boss me around like that?” 

I was seething, angry, and ready for a fight, but what Bradley did next surprised me. He yanked on my arm and tugged me into him. The hand which was not holding onto me came up to my face and brought my lips to his. 

The kiss was deep and heated like he was putting all of his unsaid emotions into this one kiss. I sighed into it, letting my uncaptured hand travel to his chest to play with the collar of his shirt. 

Pulling back I said, “If that’s what you wanted, you could have just asked.”

“God you infuriate me.” He gave me a chaste kiss. His hands tried to pull at my shirt, but I stopped him.

“Ah, ah, ah. That’s not how this works.” I smiled mischievously up at him.

“I- What do you mean?” He tried again.

“I mean, I’m in charge here, not you.” My voice was calm and sultry. “Why don’t you go me a good boy and go set on my couch.” I moved out of his way, opening my home to him. He had a look in his eye, something like confusion, but also intrigued. 

I followed him to the couch and setting down beside him. He watched me carefully, eyes wide. 

“Now,” I scooted in really close to his side, caressing his shoulders and chest with my hands. “If we are gonna do this, you need to listen very carefully. I’m in control, you try to take over, I stop, you touch me without my say so, I stop. You do anything, really, without my say so, I stop. Got it?” My lips were so close to his ear that I could feel tingles from just barely touching him.

He nodded his head and I laughed. “I need you to say it, Bradshaw, out loud.” 

“Uh, yes ma’am?” It came out more like a question, but I wasn’t going to complain, having Bradly Bradshaw completely under my thumb was a battle won in this competitive rivalry we’ve had going on since basic. 

“Good, good. Now,” I laid back on the couch. “Take my shorts off.” I watched and he turned slightly, his hands shaking a bit nervously as he slid them up my bare legs and to my waist. 

I shifted my hips up so he could pull the article of clothing down. His breath hitched in his throat when he noticed I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I shivered as the cool air of my home hit the heated skin of my body. 

Bradley went to touch my thigh, but I slapped his hand away. “What did I say about touching without my say so?”

“Sorry,” he muttered, moving his hand back.

I eyed him for a moment, watching as his breathing turned deep. “Okay,” I spread my legs out, “You can touch now, but only with your mouth.” 

His eyes lit up as he slowly leaned himself down, a situation his mouth over my waiting cunt. The warmth of his breath tickled my skin. He hadn’t touched me yet, but I was begging to feel my stomach turn.

Slowly but surely, he lowered his mouth onto me, giving a few experimental licks before delving right in. He ate like a man starved, messy, and without care. I moaned and writhed under his tongue. If every fight ended up like this, I’d be a happy woman. 

My hands were caught in his hair, scratching his scalp and pulling him closer to me. I couldn’t get enough of him lapping at me. My cunt was becoming wetter by the second, thanks to Bradley's saliva but also my own arousal. 

Coming up for air, Bradley smiled a crooked smile, looking up at me through my parted legs. “You taste so good, better than I had hoped.” With that, he dived back in, tongue flicking over my clit in an erratic motion. 

“Ah!” I moaned. “You’ve thought about this Bradshaw?” I pushed my hips closer to his face. The only indication he heard my question was the short hum he gave which sent a wave of vibrations through my pussy.

“I’ve thought about this too.” I writhed. “Ever since you started this little competition of ours.” I let out a high-pitched whine when his teeth nipped ever so slightly at my clit. “Fuck!”

My cunt was clenching around noting, wanting to be filled. It wouldn’t be long before I was cuming on his mouth, but I couldn’t be the first one. I had to win this too. 

“Off,” I demand, pushing Bradley’s head away. The sound his mouth made when it unlatched itself from around my clit was something of a lewd pop. 

He sat back on the couch as I pushed myself up into a seated position. Without saying anything, I started to take off my shirt, exposing my bare breasts to him. I smiles as he licked his lips, noticing my wetness practically dripping from his chin.

“You’re turn.” I threw my shirt at him and waited. When he did nothing I sighed, “You’re clothes.” I waived my hand up and down, gesturing to his body.

“Oh. right.” He quickly stood and shucked off everything he had on, leaving him to stand bare in my living room with his cock standing tall against his stomach. 

“Sit back down.” I patted the couch, motioning for him to sit. He did as told. 

My hands couldn’t stay off of him. All those years of training and working out did wonders for his body. He was tones and lean, his skin was smooth and tanned, the body of an absolute god, and I was fixing to wreck it. 

“I’m gonna fuck myself with you’re cock, okay? Remember, not touching.” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before slotting myself over his thick thighs. He groaned when my right hand took up his cock and carefully jerked it a few times, getting a feel for him. 

He was hot and heavy in my hand. His head was thrown back onto the couch as I stroked him, and a guttural moan left his lips. My thumb swiped over the small bead of pre-cum that has sprang from his slit. I moved it around his head, smoothing it out, wetting it. 

Slowly, I reached my other hand to his neck and brought his face forward to me, connecting our lips. He kissed me with a passion, hard and rough. I moved my hand along him a little faster, only stopping when his hips began to jerk upwards. 

“You feel so good in my hand, wonder what you’ll feel like the inside of me,” I smirked against his lips as I sat up on my knees. Pulling away from his face, I gazed downward to watch as I slowly moved his cock through my folds, sighing when he hit my clit. 

Bradley’s face scrunched up a bit as I seated myself down onto him. “Fuck,” He breathed, hands grasping at the couch cushions. 

I was gasping too, the way he filled me up and stretched me out felt amazing, better than I could have imagined. When he was fully inside of me and my thighs were flush against his, I leaned my head forward to rest on his shoulder, just feeling him. 

His breathing was ragged even though we hadn't done anything strenuous. My lips trailed sloppy open-mouth kisses along the skin of his shoulders and neck, stopping every now and then to suck a deep red mark.

Feeling him inside of me wasn’t enough, I needed to move. My hips started to buck after getting used to the size of him, my clit barely grazing his lower abdomen. 

Low, short moans left me as I moved above him. “Fuck Bradshaw, you feel me up so nicely.” My hands trailed up my own body, feeling my skin, stopping at my breasts, groping them, pulling gently at my nipples. The feeling was just enough to have me rolling my hips down just a fraction harder. 

Under me, Bradley was struggling to keep his hands to himself. As I pleasured myself with his cock, riding him at a brisk pace, his hands would grip and ungrip the cousins of the couch before he would almost place them on my hips. When he would come out of the haze which was his pleasure, he would immediately take his hands away. 

Moving my hands from my breasts, I placed them firmly on Bradley’s strong shoulders. The quicker I moved, the more I could feel my juices flowing out of me. 

He continued to groan under me, mumbling a succession of “Fuck”s and “Shit”s. His hips started to push up into me, becoming needier by the second. 

“Please,” Bradley mumbled into the air, head thrown back in lust. “Please let me touch you.” 

“You wanna touch me, Bradshaw?” I asked, holding his head up so he could look at me.

“Yes.” He nodded his head.

I pursed my lips tutting at him. “I’m gonna need you to beg to touch me.” 

His eyes widened at my words. I could see it there, deep within, the struggle to not beg, but eventually the need to touch won out. 

“Please, God, please let me touch you. I need to feel you.” 

I hummed in thought, still fucking down onto him. “More,” I said simply. 

Bradley was white-knuckling the couch cushions now, trying so hard. To make it harder on him, I clamped down onto him tightly. A choked moan left his lips. “Ah! I’ll let you win. Please, if you let me touch you, I’ll let you win.” The words flew out of him, causing me to stop my movements. 

“You’ll let me win?” 

He nodded frantically. 

“Oh baby,” I gave a little pat on his cheek, “ I already have.” 

I started up again, grinding down my hips, filling the head of his cock barely hitting the spot I needed. Having had enough of torturing the poor man beneath me, I trailed my hands down his arms and pulled at his hands, bringing them to my body. 

“You can touch me now.” It was like I said the magic words to bring him to life. He gripped onto my hips roughly and began to move me up and down on his cock as he thrust up into me. His added force pushed his head farther inside of me, allowing him to hit the neediest spot inside of me. 

Once he had found it, he continued to fuck up into it, pulling wanton moans from my lungs. Soon, he moved one of his hands from my hip and slipped it between us, pushing it into my clit.  

“Right there.” I cried out at the feeling, head falling back. “Right there baby, right there. Keep going.” I could feel how wet I was, it was slipping down my thighs and onto Bradley’s lap, making a huge mess. He picked up the pace, using his other hand to pull my body into his chest. My head rested on his shoulder and as he plowed up into me, I began to nip and suck and kiss at his neck. 

“Goddamn it. I’m gonna cum.” I gritted out, moving his thumb in faster circles around my clit. 

“Me too,” I sighed. I couldn’t control the fluttering and contracting of my walls around him. I was so close that I could almost taste it. My toes were curling at the sloppy sounds of Bradley’s rutting. “Keep going.” My moans were turning into something more like a cry as I came closer and closer to the edge. 

Even though he had said he was close, Bradley kept his fast pace. I never once felt him falter up until he actually came. His hips dragged sloppily as he filled me to the brim. The warm fullness along with one last hard swirl of my clit, had me cumming on his cock, convulsing around him, milking him of every last drop he had in him. 

Our bodies went limp on the couch, heavy breaths melding together. 

“That was fucking amazing.” He said amazedly. Both of his hands were now resting gently on my back, rubbing circles into my clammy skin.

I leaned back to look at him. “There’s more where that came from if you’re good, Bradshaw.” I gave him a swift kiss on the nose. 

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned. 

Never had I been more grateful for a rivalry in my life.

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Hiii! Can I please request a Bradly Bradshaw x fem reader fic where the female reader is reckless when it comes to flying, and she does something very reckless during practice, and Bradley confronts her in angst about it because it turns out that he cares for her. THANKSSS

So Close (Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw X Reader)

Word Count: 3223

TW: Near death experience, angst, swearing

AN: I hope this is alright! I enjoyed writing and I'm only sorry it took so long to get around to finishing off all my requests but I'm working on them now. Feedback is always welcome and I hope you enjoy! :)

REQUESTS (OPEN BUT CURRENTLY SLOW)

MASTERLIST

She'd always flown with the mantra of 'Don't think'. She didn't know where she heard it, but it made sense- from the first moment she had been up there alone it made sense. She tuned into her machine and wanted only to use it like it were an extension of herself- which meant she had to be quick, precise and hadn't the time to be anything like a good god-fearing woman.

She was reckless, in simple terms.

Today was no different. She was flying hard and fast; the exercise was just to hit a checkpoint in the shortest time possible whilst avoiding detection by their instructor.

By now the sun was high in the noon sky, they'd been at it all morning and (y/n) was frustrated.

"Mav- give us one more try- please." She asked over the radio as she flew beside Payback and Fanboy and Hangman. She was pissed, she just wanted to do this exercise and do it well. There was no room for error and all she felt like she was doing was making errors.

"Alright. Last time, if you can't do it this time, we're just gonna have to do it all again tomorrow." Captain Mitchell crackled back through the coms.

"Okay, I've got a plan-" She spoke once Maverick was out of range and preparing to try once again.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but alright, if it'll get this shit over with, I'll do whatever you say Sunshine-" Hangman spoke. He'd been more cooperative lately, but still hadn't enjoyed the morning of flying low and fast- but hanging back for his colleagues, who simply couldn't keep up whilst navigating the landscape. (Y/n) generally could, if higher up and in clear air, but the terrain slowed her.

She pitched up and started building altitude-

"What are you doing Sunny?" Payback asked, watching her, confused.

"I want to use the tailwinds above us- it's the only way we're all gonna reach the checkpoint in the time limit..." She spoke.

"And we're gonna get seen by Maverick-" Hangman replied with a slightly condescending tone.

"Not if we fly above him, use the sun as cover." (Y/n) replied, feeling now more confident. Hangman didn't actually bother to make a decent point unless he actually thought that the idea had something to it.

"There's a ceiling Sunshine, you know that." He spoke again. She was glad he was becoming slightly more of a team player.

"Since when did you care-" She laughed down the comms.

"I care about my career-" Hangman grumbled back.

"So do I, but I don't know how else we can make this work." (Y/n) bit back.

"Fine. We'll do it." Payback chimed in.

"Okay good. At least someone's got some balls." She grinned and looked across at Hangman as he caught up to her and ascended to fly beside her.

"Shut up." He put up a middle finger at her and she just laughed.

Soon enough they were way above the ceiling imposed upon them and well under their time limit on the sprint to the checkpoint.

Fanboy spotted Maverick below them and it seemed to be working. In fact it did work.

They were so close to reaching the checkpoint easily and hadn't been spotted, the fact that noon had swung around had been a good thing, and she'd been right, the sun was just the perfect cover when they were so much higher up than their opponent.

They were so close when she just pushed a little harder, just wanted to do a little better. Just wanted to see if she could gain a few more seconds, a few more knots. She didn't think anything of it.

"Sunny, we haven't gotta push it-" Payback spoke. "We're already way ahead of where we need to be."

"Yeah- sure thing." She spoke dismissively and continued to push on.

Suddenly there was an awful splutter and Sunny's jet wrenched violently into a downward roll, seemingly out of nowhere. Narrowly the jet avoided hitting one of the other two in it's sudden movement, but quickly the situation had gone bad.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed, the jolt of the movement throwing her hands from the controls.

"Sunny!" She heard in her ear, and wasn't sure who it was but she knew her aircraft wasn't responding to anything she did.

In front of her, a cockpit lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree with flashing warning lights, and a dizzying view of the ground above her and approaching quickly as the sky fell out from underneath her.

"What the fuck is going on? What the fuck just happened?!" She shouted, not really to anyone, but she got a reply anyway.

"Rudder hardover, Sunny-" That seemed to be Fanboy's voice. That wasn't good, but at least she knew what was doing this. It shouldn't, she hadn't fucking touched the rudder pedals, not immediately before it'd happened at least.

"What side?" She shouted down her comms, desperately attempting to recover. Her voice was panicked, it was not an emotion she was used to.

"Uhh... Left!' Was what was given back to her and as she heard it she didn't know what to do; other than stamp as hard as she could on the left rudder pedal, incase that did anything at all. It didn't.

She did it over and over, trying to pull up at the same time but it didn't budge. The rudder pedal did nothing.

There wasn't much she could do.

"Fuck." Was all she spoke down the comms. In a quick and desperate whisper, like she'd not even meant yo say anything at all.

For a moment she stopped. She'd given up.

'This is it Sunshine.' She thought to herself. She heard her colleagues telling her to bail out but she could see her airspeed was way above the normal cruising speed of about 570kn, which was a bad enough speed to eject from. They'd been in a race essentially, they were going faster than that anyway and now she was approaching the ground even faster. That, with being in a roll too, her chances after ejection were fucking slim. Slim enough that she didn't want to do it.

'Sunshine, you've done plenty. Yeah, you're young but hey- it ain't all bad. Not leaving anyone behind? No kid without a Mom, no greiving widower- And you've enjoyed it all, huh?' Thoughts flashed through her mind for just a second and her whole body relaxed for just a fraction of a hair of a moment. She tuned out the shouting on the comms, from Maverick, Hangman, all of them who were watching her dive toward the desert floor.

She heard an alarm of 'Terrain, pull up' and shut her eyes for just a second, squeezed them shut.

Then a surge of adrenaline forced her to give the pedal one last crack- with all her force she smashed her heel into the metal.

And it released.

For a moment she didn't believe it; but had to, and finally managed to pull the craft out of the roll. First things first she pitched up, and then slowed once she was on the flat again.

She just laughed and finally breathed as her colleagues sat back in their seats and were relieved not to have witnessed her smash into the California sand.

"Sunshine, I think it's time we get you safely on the ground." Maverick spoke, filled with relief.

"Yeah- I don't think I trust my old girl quite as much as I did a few minutes ago." Sunny laughed and nodded. The shock of it kept her going until they landed.

Back on the ground, she was buzzing the adrenaline and exhausted all at once. She climbed from the wounded jet and leant on it, forehead pressed to the hot fuselage and her flight helmet hanging in hand.

She put a palm to the metal and gave the machine a pat before turning and just sitting on the tarmac of the taxi way where the jets were lined up.

She sat there in a bundle, her head craned back to the sky, eyes closed as her fingers trailed down her face.

She'd done plenty in her time, she was a damn good pilot, she'd come close to danger lots of times and wasn't unfamiliar with the derring do that came with her role as a top Navy pilot, but not that close.

"Hey- Sunny." She looked up to see Maverick coming toward her.

"Capitain-" She nodded and squinted up at him.

"You alright?" He asked, crouching down to her, a smile on his face.

"Yeah, sir. I'm all good." She nodded and smiled back. He put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently.

"Good. That was a good recovery- I'm glad you're alright." Her Capitain nodded.

"I don't know what happened, digital fly by wire system, it shouldn't be able to do that." She spoke, just sorta dazed and pumped up with adrenaline still. Her heart was still beating like drum.

"Well you're on the ground now- she'll get looked at, get fixed up." He looked up at the jet, and she twisted to do the same. She sort of blinked and scrunched her nose and eyebrows into a wince.

"Hey-" Maverick looked at her and she turned back to him. "Are you dizzy? Feeling sick?" He asked, his tone serious now as he looked her over. Her hands were shaking now, but she hadn't noticed.

A shiver ran through her as she tried to think to answer.

"Uh-" She hesitated for a second, not wanting to admit it, or unable to recognize it.

"I'll take that as a yes." He nodded and spoke gently.

"No- I-" She attempted to protest but realized it was futile as Maverick stood.

"Come on, you've gotta get checked out." He put out a hand, which she took and he pulled her up.

Her legs suddenly felt sorta weird underneath her, weak and a muscle in her thigh was twitching disconcertingly.

"Alright?" Mav chuckled as she seemed sorta wobbly as she stood and he grabbed her arm to keep her steady.

"Yeah- Thanks." She laughed.

"Good. Come on." He patted her on the back, but not at hard he usually would, he did genuinely think she would topple over if he weren't careful. He knew full well how fragile people can get coming down from an andrenaline high, he was just surprised she hadn't launched into a panic attack, he'd seen that happen plenty of times after shit like that too.

She allowed Mav to walk her to the medical office without any more protest. He walked close to her, making sure the kid didn't get all out of shape and he was never gonna leave her on her own to walk there, that would be stupid.

"Fuck-" She spoke as they walked. "Am I gonna get in a load of shit for this?" She asked.

"What? For breaking the ceiling?" He asked and she nodded. "Yeah, probably." He laughed.

"Damn." Sunny sighed and shook her head. That was gonna be a pain in the ass.

"Worry about that later." Mav told her as they reached the door of the building. "Go get an icepack from the school nurse for the bruised ego and then we can congratulate you for not crashing." He grinned.

She nodded and thanked him before heading inside.

She got checked over, forced to sit for at least 45 minutes, drinking water and answering all the questions that the staff asked her. Once the adrenaline rush and after effects had worn off, the shaking hands and lightheadedness, fast heart beat, she was signed off as all clear.

She walked out, her flight suit unzipped to show a white t-shirt and give her some breathing room, and paused for a moment.

She took one deep breath and from then on, in her mind, what was done, was done. That was dealt with.

That was how she coped. If she didn't, she'd never get in a jet again, so she had to ignore it all. She had to ignore every screaming human part of her that told her to step off of the tarmac and never look back, that told her to fear the familiar sound of the ignition and starting of a jet, that told her not to push for the limit and hold.

If she listened to those feelings, she'd never be a pilot at all. She'd never have made it this far and she'd never be such a good pilot as she was either.

"What the fuck." She heard, in a familiar voice, before she turned to the speaker and was promptly pinned back against the wall before she could do anything to avoid it.

The words had come with a ferocity that was uncommon of the voice they were spoken with- one which was very familiar and usually welcome. She let out a startled mix of a gasp and a squeal as she hit the wall.

Sunny squirmed and scowled, confused as her friend, Bradley, held both of her shoulders tightly pressed to the wall. He was bigger than her, and more muscular, she couldn't just worm away.

"Rooster!" She half shouted, not sure at all what was happening.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked, loudly, with wide eyes and a his brow knitted. His jaw was tense and he held such a grip on her, leaning some of his weight into the hold.

"What?" She asked, not scared, just confused.

"I- We- were all listening to you in the rec room." He spoke. "You pushed it too far."

"It was a system failure-" She replied, angry now.

"You pushed it too far!" Bradshaw cut her off and yelled, his voice sorta hoarse now. "You! You did!"

She gave him a hard shove.

"Get off!" He let go pretty quickly and stepped back with the force of her pushing him away. "And get off my back!" She scowled at him and stayed with her back up against the wall, but stood as tall as she could, trying to defend herself.

"No!" He yelled back, his hands tensed into fists by his side. "Payback warned you! He told you not to push it when you didn't have to and you did it anyway!"

"What's your problem!? What are you accusing me of!?" She couldn't understand why he was so rilled up by it.

"Of being fucking reckless!" He spat back in what had quickly become the most heated exchange the pair had ever had.

They never argued, never. They certainly never fought like this.

"You pushed it too far! You didn't have to! And what that triggered a fault, you only survived because you'd already broke the one fucking rule! You should be dead! If you'd been a thousand feet lower you'd be fucking dead!"

"And what's it to you!?" Sunny

Rooster just sorta looked at her for a moment, with utter disbelief.

Then he stepped back and ran a hand through his hair.

Sunshine just watched, still confused, and slightly concerned but mostly still angry.

He let out a breath and stood still, hand on the back of his neck, the other rested on his hip.

He just looked at the ground for a moment and neither of them moved. The silence was piercing, just the hum of the generator for the medical office nearby and the more distant sound of vehicles going about their business on the taxi ways.

All of a sudden, he let out a roar of a yell and lunged forward, kicking the wall with all his force and then stepping back in a wandering turn.

"Fucks sake Sunny!" He yelled, shaking his head, turned from her. "Fucks sake..." He spoke quiter and finally turned back to her. She'd never, ever seen him this angry.

He looked at her, breathed and sighed before stepping back to her. His expression was softer now, thoughtful and slightly sad.

Much more gently now he put his hands on her shoulders.

He slowed his breathing and pressed his forehead to her shoulder, his hand shifted from that shoulder down to hold tight onto her arm; and the other glided upward. His fingertips trailed delicately up her neck and up to her face.

His fingers hooked firmly just behind her jaw and his thumb glided back and forth across her cheek.

Her lips were parted just slightly, her breath hitched. She was surprised, apprehensive but not nervous, and she couldn't reject the action.

"I-" He spoke, breathily, before pausing. Stopping himself.

Instead he pulled gently at her tshirt, exposing some skin, and pressed a kiss to her collarbone.

A shiver ran through her.

He turned his head, so it rested almost on her shoulder and he faced her neck. He spoke into her skin and breathed into her.

"You're fucking insane-" He pressed a nip of a kiss to her neck before pulling away just a little. "And you don't understand that I can't lose you." His voice was, frustrated, desperate, hushed.

"I want you forever. Don't cut it short. Please, (Y/n)." He spoke, and swallowed hard. His own breath was shaking now.

He pulled away, took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. His hand on her face fell down a little and sat in the crook of her neck.

"I'm in love with you. I'm so in love with you." He spoke with absolute clarity, though hushed. His eyes were big, glossy, his expression honest and firm.

"Bradley..." She whispered his name and softened.

She lifted her hands to his face and held it softly, her own expression became slightly sad, sympathetic and sorry.

She pulled him in slightly and pressed a kiss to his cheek, and then another to his lips. It was just soft but his heart nearly stopped.

Then she pulled away, looked in his eyes for half a second and then slipped her arms around his neck and held him.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled. "I never meant to-"

"No." He cut her off. "I know." He pulled back and looked at her again. He swallowed and just took in how pretty she was, and how he felt about her.

"I just, love you. And I was so close to losing you." He spoke. "You're amazing, you're such a good pilot... You're my best friend. I can't lose you for no reason; just because you were reckless."

She breathed as he spoke, deep but faltering breaths.

"I never knew you felt that way." She whispered to him, pulling him back into her arms. "I feel the same about you. I never wanna leave you. Not like that. Not ever." She spoke as he held her tight.

They both knew how easy it was to get psyched out up there when there's people on the ground you wanna come home to, how easily you could lose it and become your own worst enemy, get in your own head.

'Don't think' was a good rule.

But it was safe to say, that from then on, if anything like that happened again, there was never a single moment or second where she could have given up. She didn't need adrenaline and instinct to fuel her to fight. Not when she had someone like him on her mind.

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