#miles teller smut

[promisingyounglady]

stranger. | BB x Reader

SYNOPSIS: drunk hookup, no names exchanged, bradley is a pussy eating king.

PAIRING: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

You pant, breathing heavily

“W-What’s your name again?”

A head pops up from in between your legs, giving you a sight that makes you delirious from the sheer sexiness of it all.

He’s golden, the warm light from the bedside table lamp, casting a glow on his pink cheeks. Dog tags hang from his collar bones.

He’s got pretty eyes, a strong nose and a shit-eating grin covered by a mustache that’s dripping in your slick.

You hadn’t even had time to even exchange names, only knowing that you were mutual friends of Jake who met at tonight’s party. One too many shots later and you’re here getting eaten out by a fighter pilot you don’t even know the name of.

He comes forward, leaning into your breath as he mutters softly. “Bradley. Bradshaw.”

You moan, feeling how his hands slide up your body as he utters his name, embarrassingly squirming under his touch.

“Say it back” He requests, deep brown eyes gazing into yours.

You oblige, moaning his name in a breathless whisper.

“Bradley”

He smiles, kissing you to shut you up before he goes down back in between your legs, pecks littered against the flesh of your inner thighs.

“Say my name and then ask me to eat you out”

You almost can’t believe your ears. You look down, gripping the sheets as you stare the smug bastard down.

“Nicely” he adds, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit as he smirks.

You throw your head back, eyes shutting as you mumble embarrassingly. “Eat me bradley”

His hands roam to your tits, giving them a squeeze

“Louder” he replies, muffled as he’s concentrated in stuffing his face in your vagina, choosing to give small unsatisfying licks until you say it properly.

You cry out, chest rising. “Eat me out, Bradley” you grit, moaning when he finally swipes his nose along your pussy, giving you what you want.

“I don’t like you.” you huff, glaring at the head of hair you’re running your hands through.

You feel him smile against your mound, coming up to snarkily change the topic.

“What’s your name?”

[intoanotherworld23]

Feel The Vibrations

Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD NSFW 18+ ONLY, there is smut and sex in this, consensual sex, use of sex toy, use of vibrator, mild choking, smidge of fingering, swear words

Summary: Bradley always has a way of surprising you with new things in the bedroom

Ignore the woman in the GIF, and imagine it’s you instead cause that’s exactly what I did! Enjoy my loves! XOXO

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Laying on your side with Bradley behind you as he was holding your leg in the air. Your arm gripping his thigh hard as you felt him going in and out of you. His arm underneath your head giving it something to rest on.

“That’s my good girl.”

Feeling every thrust pushing in and pulling up driving up a rhythmic beat. Loving the thickness of his cock stretching out your inner walls. He was guiding you to the edge of pleasure. Feeling him pulsing inside of you both of you pushing each other into a frenzy.

"Oh fuck." You cried out as he slid his cock easily in and out of you.

"You are absolutely soaked." The sounds of your wetness echoing around the room.

He was breathing heavily into your neck as he continued to pump his cock inside of you. You felt so incredibly full, and you didn't know how you were going to take anymore.

"That feel good baby?"

"Mhm." Nodding your head unable to find the words to speak.

"Aw did you forget how to speak?" His tone condescending.

The scruff of his mustache was scratching against your neck, and he whispered dirty things in your ear. Your head thrown back so he had easy access to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses along the skin. Your eyes closed in pure ecstasy you didn't want this feeling to end.

You could feel the juices from your pussy slopping against your thighs every time he drilled into you. Your ass cheeks slapping against his pelvis with each movement he made. Your pussy making a squishing sound that made you feel flustered.

"Hold on."

He mumbled against your ear as he stopped thrusting inside of you to reach into his drawer digging something out. Trying to look over to see what he was exactly up to.

“Bradley what are you doing get back over here and fuck me.”

“Patience baby I got something for you.”

You cried out at him to continue having been close to your orgasm you didn't want to lose it. Whining when he was taking a little longer than you would have liked.

Looking over quickly to see what he was doing then leaning your head back down. Feeling a cold object touch your wet folds, and then a high vibration buzzing against your clit making you squeal.

"Shit just like that Bradley." You moaned out your pussy clenching around his cock.

Bradley has always talked about using a toy on your during sex. He just never expressed when he wanted to do that. Now here he was deep inside of you while rubbing a vibrator against you.

"I can feel you squeezing my cock baby."

Lifting his leg up even higher so he could get in a deeper angle. His cock slamming into your sweet spot making you see stars. Sweat was forming around your back and forehead. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours making your cheeks heat up.

Both your bodies rocking back and forth clashing into each other. The bed was shaking underneath you hearing then creak from the bed springs. If he kept going like this you were worried he was going to break the bed.

"God you drive me so fucking crazy." Growling in your ear as he nipped at it.

He moved the toy around your clit harder and harder. That fire was forming in the pit of your stomach and you knew you weren't going to last much longer. Your legs were shaking feeling yourself getting closer to release.

"Stretching this tight cunt out."

"Bradley." Whining pathetically with your mouth wide open.

"I know baby I know I'm gonna get you there."

Not even knowing what to do with your hands either having them on his body, or in your hair. At one point while his one hand was moving the toy against you, his arm that was underneath you moved slightly. His hand reaching up to grab you around your neck lightly choking you.

A smile appearing on your face making him rut into you even harder. He loved seeing you like this and what a desperate wild animal you were becoming. He's never wrapped a hand around your throat, but he was just living in the moment.

Applying just the tiniest bit of pressure to your throat so you could still breathe. It was overstimulating but absolute fucking bliss. Bradley could see it written across your face, and he wanted to keep that image in his head.

"Fuck you look so good like this sweetheart."

Both your bodies were rocking back and forth together in unison. The smell of sex and sweat was filling your nostrils. Moans and groans echoing across the room. Bradley was straining himself waiting for you to reach that sweet release.

"Oh god I'm gonna cum Roos." You whined pushing your head back Bradley growling at the use of his call sign.

“Call me that again.”

“Rooster.” Drawing out the name.

Bradley was a complete sucker for use of his call sign or rank being cried out in ecstasy. Driving him wild with lust whenever you did it. Whether it was by his command or not. It made him weak in the knees.

"Such a good girl for me."

Bradley groaning as he felt your pussy squeezing his cock. Your hips began to move in the rhythm of his cock. Still continuing to use the toy against you egging you on. Stopping for a quick minute, before his wrists would start snapping the toy against your clit and folds.

Your breathing was becoming heavier by the minute. His hand using the toy kept the tip of it against your clit pressing down harder so your back was arching against Bradley. He was always one to tease you, and bring you to tears when it came to sex.

"Cum all over my cock baby."

That was all it took before you felt your toes curling in the air, and you pussy squeezing him so tightly as you came around him. The pit of your stomach coiling as a wave of warmth rushed over your body.

"Oh fuck I'm there sweetheart." He warned you through his teeth.

Your body slumped against him as he pumped into you a couple more times. Groaning loudly as his cock twitched inside of you before squirting his warm load into you. The both of you out of breath after your kinky lovemaking.

Leaning his head forward so his forehead was pressed up against your shoulder. Giving you little tender kisses his hand running circles on your thighs in a soothing way. Feeling your eyes becoming heavier as you strained to keep them open.

There was no way your body was going to be able to move. Your legs felt like cooked noodles, and your hands were lightly trembling. It was an intense feeling almost like a rush of excitement or adrenaline.

"I hope I wasn’t too rough with you." His soft hands touching your neck.

Bradley turning into a soft lush when everything was over. You were a priority to him, and he always wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt you, or push you past your limit.

"No it actually felt really good." Confessing as you looked away feeling slightly embarrassed for liking it so much.

"Good cause we are definitely doing that again."

His hand reaching down between your legs to your raw cunt. Gasping as he gently pushed a thick finger inside of you. Your inner walls spreading open around it as you selfishly lifted your hips it. Feeling like you didn't know if you'd be able to handle anymore, but Bradley knew you could.

Bradley grinning as he watched the expression on your face. Knowing that he had you exactly where he wanted you. He wasn't exactly done with you yet, and had more in store for you.

"Get ready for a long night sweetheart."

[malavera]

What Makes a Grown Man Wanna Cry?

“Give, in.”

He doesn’t want to admit that he’s wrong.

He doesn’t want to admit that he should’ve just listened to you, hear you out.

He doesn’t want to say that touching that woman was a part of his job, his livelihood, and yours.

But, he lied to you.

And, you didn’t take it very well.

You specifically said no more sex scenes in the acting business. Acting is his passion, that doesn’t mean it should come out as disrespecting you. You understood his passion, but you refuse to understand the part where he needed to do it in spite of his passion.

He grunted, holding onto the cuffs as if his lives depends on it. Stubborn by nature—You didn’t mind it at all as you could do this all day. Increasing the speed of the toy that wraps around the head of his reddening cock, he yearns to let go though not with the cock ring hugging his shaft tightly. Entertained, is what you feel—watching the way he gritted his teeth with his eyes shut, eyebrows scrunched together either in pain for he couldn’t shoot everything he’s got or pleasure for little did both of you know that your beloved secretly enjoys this.

“Ugh.” You grunted, straddling his face—aiming your glistening cunt, who is dying for the touch of his tongue or his hands, towards his face. He sensed you, slowly he opens his eyes as he couldn’t help but let out such a slutty moan coming from a man. His visions are welcomed by your hands aggressively rubbing your slippery cunt, playing with your clit. Your hands coated with your own fluid.

“Just, give in. Baby, I’ll put this around your needy cock and fuck you like our life depends on it.” You purred. He grunted, his cock throbs even more if that’s possible, longing for your tight cunt sucking his cum to come out and fill you.

“All of this would be easier if you’d just give in.” You breathlessly spoke, your hands never stop playing with your cunt throughout the whole promises that you sell. His body never stopped producing sweats, his chest heaves, his heart thumps like a big fat bass. A smirk expressed on your face, he’s bargaining with his willpower to give into you than holding onto his pride. Tiny bits of sweats formed against his forehead, his whole figure soaking wet as if he received a wave from the ocean.

You pulled yourself away from him, straddling his chest—leaning down towards his face stopping just an inch from his lips, your eyes watching over him. Tilting your head to the side before you look over at his pulsating cock, who looks like he could be coming in just a few seconds.

“Come on, admit it. Admit that I’m right, and you’re wrong. You’re a selfish human being who wouldn’t want to listen to his wife who practically begged you to stop acting if there’s a porn script.” The words spoken out of you intended to coax him, sounded so delicate yet you were trying to spit at him. Surprised as you watched a tear escaped from his closed eyes, his breathing turned ragged, his chest heaves even more, lips tremble.

The man of action is crying.

“Aw, you’re crying?” You purred, slowly making your way down towards his hips. “You’re fucking crying?” By the end of your words, he is practically sobbing.

You breathily laughs before you turned off the toy on his cock, and take out the cock ring. Once both objects are off of his precious cargo, he lets out a big sigh of relief only to be quickly exchanged with a loud moan from his mouth when you harshly shove his cock into your warm cunt.

He opens his eyes to find your ass in his vision, as you ride him cowgirl reverse style. You take a look at him from your shoulders before you started to move your hips to bounce on his throbbing fat cock. You knew this shouldn’t take long as you’ve been edging him for 30 minutes. You knew, sooner or later he would spill his warm seed in your cunt.

“Tell me honey, are you sorry? If you are, I’m gonna let you cum in my pussy.”

He grunted, his whole body shudders to the thought of making a mess in your pussy. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! I’m sorry, it’s my fault! I shouldn’t be touching her other than you! Please baby, let me cum. Fuck, let me fucking cum please!”

You let out a scoff laugh, “You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum on my pussy?”

“Yes! Fuck, I’m gonna-” And before he could spill his load inside of you, you lifted your ass—made his cock fell out of your pussy hole. He choked out a breath, his body launching forward, his eyes opened wide in surprise.

You smirked, looking at him from your shoulders. Clicking your tongue, your head shook from side to side as you turn your body towards him.

“Oh honey, bad boys don’t get to cum in their wives pussy.”

[geminijade]

Lt. Bradley "Rooster " Bradshaw: The Man that You Are 🔥🥵

[multifandomworldsposts]

also for kinkmas.... daddykink and spanking or choking with Bradleyyyy 😩😩😩

Day 5 of Kinkmas: Being Rooster’s Bad Girl

KINKMAS ❄️🪩🛷

pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x fem!reader

warning: daddykink, blowjobs, spanking, handcuffs, unprotected sex, riding

Y/N’s POV

I get my earrings on my ears and try to adjust my dress until I feel arms around my waist, I turn to see Bradley.

“Can you help me with my tie?” He asks holding his tie.

“Sure Bradley.” I say taking the tie out of his hand and tied his tie.

“Are you gonna behave yourself tonight princess?” He questions.

“Of course daddy.” I pout.

“Good girls get what they want, bad girls don’t.” He whispers in my ear with a deep voice that’ll make me weak.

“I’ll be a good girl baby.” I whisper in his ear.

He gives me a look, a look that says, I don’t believe you.

We go to a restaurant to see some of his friends from the navy, which the restaurant looks gorgeous. I want to tease the living shit out of Rooster, so I touch his leg with mine including touching his crotch. He does this to me ALL the time! So I think I’m gonna do some revenge basically.

I touch his leg with mine, I glare at him, he glares at me, he’s going to kill me in a few minutes. After a while, I slowly grab his crotch, he jumps, Phoenix looks at him in concern.

“Are you okay Rooster?” She questions.

“I’m fine.” He tries to cover his facial expression.

He looks at me with a face saying, you’re dead.

When we got home, I already know, I’m going to get punished.

“I knew you’d do that.” He’s angrily says.

I heavily breathe.

“You were a bad girl.” He rips my dress so my breasts can be exposed.

“You do that to me all the time!” I defend myself.

Bradley gives me the death stare and pushes me up against the nearest wall.

“You want to be punished?” He whispers in my ear in a deep voice.

I whimper.

“Brad-“ I get interrupted by Bradley.

“What’s my name sweetheart?” He whispers again.

“Daddy, I don’t want to get punished.” I say correctly.

“Well then, get down on your knees and suck me off princess.” He demands.

I get on my knees and unzips his pants along with his boxers to see his massive cock waiting for me. I begin to suck, his groans filling my ears, his hand gripping onto my hair, his cum getting into my mouth, and me whimpering, I want him to fuck me so hard so that I won’t be a bad girl ever again.

He lifts my head up to face him and makes me get up.

“You’re still a bad girl honey.” He says.

“What do you want me to do daddy, I rather have you fuck me until you cum inside me.” I pout.

He unzips my dress and sees I have nothing underneath.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, shall we?” He says picking me up and began to spank me.

I scream.

“Count for me baby.” He says still spanking me.

“6!”

“7!”

“8!”

“9!”

“10!”

He lays me down on our bed and undresses himself. I want to touch him, but fuck! I might lose it. He gets handcuffs and locks my hands on our bed backboard, I whimper again.

“I promise I’ll be good daddy.” I whimper.

“Then don’t behave like that again you hear me?” He says straddling my hips.

“I won’t.” I say.

He strokes himself to get cum on my cunt, his moans made me weak, I need him inside me.

“Do you think I don’t need my high heels on?” I asked.

“You’ll look sexy while I fuck the living shit out of you.” He says still pumping cum on my body.

God I wish I wasn’t in handcuffs.

“Daddy just fuck me!” I yell.

He smirks and starts to fuck me. I scream in pleasure, he keeps on going in and out, I wrap my legs around his waist and held him tight so he can be inside me. I scream again, he goes faster which the bed bangs on the wall.

He stops and releases me, I flip us over so I can be on top of him.

“What do you want to do to me daddy?” I hold his chest down.

“I wanna eat you out.” He says.

I make my way to make my cunt to be in his face and begins to eat me out, I moan, I can feel his tongue inside of me doing its job. I feel myself cumming, he licks all the cum and I gasp. I need to be a bad girl more often.

I sit on his waist and says, “You want me to ride you?” I say trying to make my breast look perky.

“You’ve been a good girl. Someone’s waiting for you.” He answers.

I sit on his cock and begin to ride him. He groans fill up the room, he’s so big, bigger than last time. I gasp again. I can feel him cum inside me. He grabs my hips and guides me to go faster, I make him sit up so he could help me. I wrap my legs around him and I continue to ride him once more. Bradley gives me hickeys, which made me moan in pleasure.

“Oh daddy.” I gasp.

“You want me to fuck you again?” He whispers in my ear.

“Just on the carpet next.” I say.

He makes me get off his cock and makes us go on our rug. He fucks me again and I scratch his back which made him go faster. I arch my back and I can feel him kissing my chest. He sucks one of my nipples and makes me sit up, we fuck again.

We lay down on the ground, heavy breathing. That was the best sex I ever had from him.

“I’ll never touch you like I did at the restaurant.” I say out of breath.

“Can we at least do this type of fuck session again?” He says looking at me.

“Bradley, we will but, I won’t touch you like that again.” I repeat myself.

“Just not in public.” He smirks.

[iloveprettyboysblog]

Lt. Bradley Bradshaw vs Rooster Bradshaw 💞💕

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 | 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 ’𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫’ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰

requested by @mothdruid

A/N: the way I was so into this idea I literally wrote it in one sitting in like 20 minutes! thank you so much for the request babe, I really hope you like it <33

“Oh fuck,” you hear Bradley hiss quietly over the phone, the whimper barely audible over the wet sound of him stroking himself.

You can’t help the moan that tears from your mouth at the sounds of his grunts and whines as he works himself with his own hand. You match him moan for moan, stroke for stroke, as you play with your clit at the same time.

Your moans grow louder as you hear him start to pump himself even faster, his whines pitching in tone, the occasional gasp loosing from his throat.

“Fuck baby,” he whispers raggedly, a gulp sounding over the phone. “I wish this was you wrapped around my dick instead of my own hand. You always feel so fucking good,” he pants.

“Mmm, yeah?” You toy with him lightly, a smirk twitching at your lips. “You wish it was this hand around your dick instead of between my own legs?” You moan for emphasis as you circle your clit more fervently.

Bradley’s answering groan is intoxicating. The sound flows right through you to your aching pussy, making you clench desperately over nothing.

“Or...” you pause for effect, letting the distance between you hang heavily over the phone with the sounds of your mixed moans and ragged breathing, “...do you wish it was my tight pussy wrapped around you, hmm?” You whisper darkly.

“Sh-shit,” you hear Bradley groan quietly.

You can picture him reacting to that comment; his teeth clenched, jaw tight, muscles jumping and tensing, his stomach tightening as he pours all his effort into not cumming right there and then.

“Ugh baby, I’d take anything from you. I just miss you so much. Miss your touch, how fucking good you feel,” he grunts and you can hear the pitch in his voice that tells your he’s close.

“Soon,” you promise him. “When you’re home you can cum in me again, over and over, as much as you want baby,” you gasp as you feel yourself scramble closer towards your own climax.

You both moan sinfully at the prospect, the promise.

“But for now I want you cum all over those nice hands of yours,” you hum. “Come on baby, cum for me. Cum with me,” you plead, your voice cracking as your orgasm crashes over you.

Rooster groans another strained ‘fuck’ and a whimper of your name as he finally cums himself. His breathing is heavy and wild, the occasional gasp and whimper still slipping through as he slowly strokes himself through his high. A small, satisfied smile adorns your face as you revel in the sounds of how much you effected your boyfriend, even from miles away. Both of your breathing starts to slow down after a minute or so before Bradley finally speaks up again.

“I miss you,” he breathes soflty.

“I know, I miss you too,” you whisper back.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence before your blissful reverie is broken up by the noise of chatter in the background. Even through the phone you could tell the voices weren't in Bradley’s room but it probably wouldn’t be long until they would be.

You giggle lightly through the phone before whispering huskily; “better clean yourself up, babyboy, before the guys come find you...”

Main Masterlist // Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

[petersnya]

again | peter hayes

ig you could say i have a thing for peters lmao— but i’ve been dying to write for miles teller so i wanted to start with my personal favorite, peter hayes from the divergent trilogy. no one can ever tell him that he isn’t the star of that series 🤷🏽‍♀️ he’s the only man ever ;) anyway, i’m working and a miles teller boxing AU that’s gonna be hella long and i’m SOOOO EXITED 🤭

summary; after peter took the memory serum, you knew there was no way the two of you could ever exist again.

warning; HELLA ANGST tehe srry, you and four being besties cuz y not??

pairing; peter hayes x fem!reader

it took damn near everything in you not to hate him. one side of you completely understood why he wanted to take the serum. it made since, and every reason he gave was, well, reasonable. but another side of you resented him for it all. he wouldn’t remember what the two of you were. it took so, so long for you to trust him - for you to learn to love him for the way he is, since no one else would. and now that he took that serum you would have to start all the way over… but it’s not like you really could, anyway. you were apart of his old life. apart of the old peter hayes. not this one.

so, naturally, you moved on with your life.

you got this nickname ‘ice’ from your friends when you all first met. your personality was as cold as ice— and the only person that managed to soften you up was peter. so now that he’s gone, you were back to ice; which means four was back to the nicknames.

“what’s goin’ on, ice?” four walked up to the lunch table you sat at, staring at your nails with a blank, cold expression.

“nothing much, man.”

“hey,” four sat closely next to you and rested his hand on your shoulder gently, “i know it’s hard, ice. how bout i take your mind off it?”

your eyebrow cocked upwards at his statement. “you know what u meant, y/l/n.” he chuckled at your expression lowly. you let a small smirk creep onto your lips- a laugh soon following.

“i know, i know..”

the two of you starting talking about anything and everything you could think of. the conversation went on for a while, jokes being cracked here and there. you personally had never seen four laugh so much in your time of knowing him.

“ooh- ok, i get it now,” you nodding your head at four who had been explaining the job he was assigned to you— which you thought to be nearly impossible.

“you do?” four looked almost relived to think that he was finally done explaining.

“yeah!”

“… are your sure, ice?”

“no.”

four burst into a roaring laugh that shocked you to the point you started laughing too. the two of you continued to laugh at eachother to the brink of tears. you made silly little gestures and jokes for the rest of the time you were together. but not to your acknowledgment, there was a set of eyes watching the entire time.

you and four had said goodbye to eachother- before you left, you reached out to him and gave him a big hug and thank you for taking your mind of things.

walking out of the cafeteria, you rubbed your eyes as they tried to adjust to the new light you were walking into— not insanely bright, but the scattered light casted shadows on any object in the hallway.

“i want to remember.”

your heart jumped rapidly at the sound of his voice. peters voice. you turned around to see him looking you dead in the eyes, intensely. your stomach churned at the look he gave— it’s not that the look made you nervous, or scared you. it was just so.. familiar.

remember? what was he talking about? what did he mean he wanted to remember?

“tell how you were before i took the serum. tell me how we were. what we did, how we met- i want to know everything thing, y/n,” with each word he got closer to you, and at his final word- he was standing inches away. he grabbed the sides of your arms tightly, “please. i need to know why everytime i see you fucking talking to anyone else, i get this burning feeling of jealousy in me. my head feels like it’s going to explode. and everytime i see you without anyone, i just wanna be around you all the damn time. so, please..” your eyes started to burn with tears, “make me remember.”

you had to old it together. you couldn’t let him see the effects his words had on you. peter had a way to tell when you were lying, or any emotion for that matter - just by looking into your eyes. so, your turned your expression cold.

“no. you wanted to take the serum, and you did. the whole point was to forget- am i wrong?” you looked at peter with a sinister smirk.

“don’t do that to me— don’t you fucking do that to me, y/n!” he nearly screamed at you, his face only centimeters away now. you didn’t budge, but you knew your eyes told a different story. peters face softened quickly as he realized what he did.

his hands flew off of your arms and he backed away slightly— running his hands threw his dark curls. hayes began to mutter apologizes over and over to you; soon finding his way to a bench not far from your and sat with his head in his hands- his knees shaking rapidly.

this wasn’t new. it didn’t scare you for the reason he might think it did. him yelling was the old peter- the peter that would punch holes in walls when agitated at the slightest. this was not supposed to be happening. he was supposed to be rid of his old ways- what the hell happened?

“everytime i’m around you-“ your eyes darted to peter as you listened to his shaking voice.. was he crying? “i get flashes of what life used to be before the serum. i see you in my head doing some random shit, and then a flash of me smiling- o-or laughing at you… and it makes me feel good,” he finally looked up at you— his eyes blood red with tears spilling down his cheeks.

your instant reaction was to walk over towards and cup his face in your hands.. so you did. peter pressed his head into your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely as he sobbed.

peter hayes never cries. ever.

“i just want it back.” his words broke your heart. but you knew that you couldn’t give him what he wanted.

you slowly stood away for him. peters head shot up to see why you had moved away suddenly.

“i’m sorry peter,” every fibber in your body ached for his touch. you wanted to let him scoop you up and change everything right here, right now. but you couldn’t. you knew this would hurt him for bringing back his memories one way or another. “but i can’t.”

“what?” peter asked in a breath. he stood to his feet slowly.

before your could do or say anything else, you started to walk away. if the old peter was starting to shine through, you knew this wouldn’t end well.

“where the hell are you going?”

there it was. good old peter.

“peter i truly and sorry.. but no. i can’t help you with this one,” you back still turned to him.

“please,” peter hayes never begged. “i love you.”

you stopped. you knew old peter when you heard it, your heart clenched tightly. damn it. damn it, damn it, damn it!

you felt peter press his front into your back, his large hand ran slowly up and down your arm. most definitely the old peter.

“there’s no good reason in you thinking that we,” you slowly moved his hand away from your arm, “could ever exist again.” you started to walk away from peter quickly- so that you would force yourself to turn back.

you regretted not telling him, but it felt almost selfish. but the look in his brown eyes said something completely different.

so, maybe when you think he’s ready, you can’t help him remember again.

[lokis-army-77]

Would you write a fluff and mildly smutty Bradley Bradshaw imagine of his wife throwing him a surprise birthday party at the Hard Deck with a Hawaiian shirt theme (and she obviously wears one of his/his dads) and Rooster and her get interrupted when they sneak off?

Birthday Dessert

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x female reader

Word Count: 1799

The reader has thrown her husband, Bradley, a surprise birthday party. When he sees her in one of his shirts, all he really wants is to have her out of it, but in the midst of a steamy makeout session, they are interrupted.

Warning: No real smut, they just take their shirts off. There is an 11-year age gap.

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I was running around the Hard Deck like a chicken with its head cut off. Everything had to be perfect, the decorations, food, drinks, hell, even the music. This party had to be perfect, one because it was a surprise and two because it’s not every day your husband turns forty. 

All of the guests had arrived at the bar around ten minutes ago, all decked out in their Hawaiian shirts. The only person who wasn’t here was Bradley or Rooster as everyone else referred to him as. 

The only thing that stopped my hectic scrambling was a pair of slender hands on my shoulders. I turned to see who was stopping me in the middle of my preparations. Penny Benjamin or I guess Mitchell now since she and Pete got married almost four months ago. 

“Sweetheart, you need to calm down. Everything looks just fine, he’ll love it.” She smiled, her words calm.

“But what if-” 

“Nope,” she cut me off. “It looks great. Everything is in its place and everyone is here. There is nothing more for you to worry about other than getting Rooster here without him suspecting anything. Okay?” 

I nodded and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Honestly, I have never thrown a surprise birthday party and it was definitely putting me on edge. 

“Thanks, Penny.” I gave her hands a squeeze once she had lowered them from my shoulders. 

“Anytime kid.” 

I shook my head and laughed, “You know I’m twenty-nine right?” 

“Still a kid to me. After all, I’ve known you since you were in diapers.” She waved me off as she walked over to where Pete stood talking to some of the younger navy air pilots. 

Barely had I taken a step over to the group when my cellphone started playing the familiar Jerry Lee Lewis song I had set as Bradley’s ringtone. My eyes widened as I took the phone from my back pocket. 

“Everyone, quiet!” I yelled, grabbing the attention of the group. “He’s calling,” 

With a flick of a stray piece of hair from my face, I picked up the call. 

“Hey babydoll, where are you?” His voice sounded gruff over the speaker.

“Hey baby, I’m at the Hard Deck remember? Penny needed help cleaning for that private event she had going on tonight.” 

“Oh right. Well, I’m headed home from the shop cause the damn engine to the plane still won't start.” 

“I’m sorry, I know you were looking forward to taking it out. I’ll tell you what, Penny and I are almost done so why don’t you come and pick me up, then we can go home together.” I crossed my fingers, hoping he wouldn’t see through my suggestion. 

“Sure, I’ll be there in ten.” 

“Alrighty, see you then. Love you.” I couldn’t help the smile forming on my face. 

“Love you to babydoll. Mwah.” He made a kissing sound.

“Mwah,” I repeated back to him before hearing the line click off. 

Turning back to everyone, I threw my hands up and said, “He’ll be here in ten so everyone get into your places.” 

I quickly ran around making some last, last-minute adjustments and slipped on the Hawaiian shirt of Bradley’s I stole from his side of the closet this morning. 

Everyone quieted down as soon as we heard the sound of Bradley’s blue Ford Bronco entering the gravel parking lot. I smiled wide when his humming of a song met my ears. He was so close to the door, I bit my lip in anticipation. 

We were all crouched down on the other side of the bar, hiding from sight when he came into the bar. His humming stopped and so did his footsteps. 

“Uh… Babe?” He called.

Then all jumped up yelling, “SUPRISE!” 

Bradley jumped back, face full of shock. I giggled as I ran over to him, practically jumping into his arms.

“Happy birthday baby.” I kissed him deeply on the lips. His large hands held me close, not letting me pull my body away from his. 

I felt his lips pull into a smile as he whispered in my ear, “Thank you, Babydoll, but you almost gave me a heart attack.” He kissed my temple and let go of me.

“Oh right, I forgot, you’re an old man now.” I gave him a small pat on his shoulder. “Now, go mingle with your friends.” I went to step away so that we could go and grab some drinks.

“Hold on a second.” I turned to him, he had his eyebrow raised hoe he usually did when he was thinking. “Is that my shirt?” His hand went from my wrist, up to my arm, and then to the sleeve, fingers fiddling with the hem.

“Maybe.” 

“Well, you look a hell of a lot better in it than I do.” Then he leaned back into my ear, smirking. “Would look even better if it were on the floor.” 

I shook my head, blushing, and hit his arm. “Stop it.” 

He only laughed before he went on his way, going to talk to a group of his Navy friends. I went back to getting us something to drink behind the bar. 

An hour later, everyone was now loosened up and karaoke had started up. I thankfully got away from singing, unnoticed, by going to the kitchen. Bradley’s cake had been in the fridge since I had picked it up and I needed to put the candles on it. 

When I walked through the door, I flipped the back set of lights closest to the fridge. The buzz of the fluorescent bulbs barely drowned out the god-awful singing I think belonged to Phoenix. A small chuckle left my lips at her rendition of Jesse’s Girl.

The cake was on the middle shelf, just where I had placed it earlier. My hands reached out for it carefully, not wanting anything to happen to it. But that carefulness turned into flailing limbs when a pair of arms snagged me around the waist, pulling me away from the fridge. 

“What are you doing back here all alone? Hum?” Bradley asked into my neck. His breath warmed my skin. 

“Shit, baby, don’t do that, you scared the crap out of me.” my hands came to rest over his as he swayed us around. 

“Sorry Babydoll didn’t mean to.” 

“S’okay.” I turned around in his arms and leaned up on my tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his lips, giggling when his mustache tickled my nose.

“I meant what I said earlier, that shirt would look damn good on the floor.” His hands started to mischievously wrap around my hips and gave a small squeeze to my ass. 

“Uhuh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you. We are in a bar and there are like 30 of our closest friends and family out there, that is not happening.” 

“What? I didn’t say anything.” He feined office.

“You didn’t have to Bradley. I have known you my whole life and four of those years I have spent married to you. I know what you want.” I crossed my arms as best I could sense he was still holding onto me.

“Come one, please, it is my birthday.” He pleaded and to make matters worse, he started to kiss up and down my neck. “You wouldn’t refuse a birthday wish, no would you?”

I shook my head, determined to not give in, even though I really wanted to. This was no place to be fooling around, but in true Bradley fashion, he didn’t stop.

“God, you can be so infuriating, you know that?” I groaned out, hands going to his hair. To pull his face from my neck and back to my lips. “Fine,” I said, “But if we get caught, I am killing you, I don’t care that it’s your birthday.”

“I love you so much.” He went straight into kissing me, lifting me up and securing my legs around his hips before setting me down on the counter beside us. 

Once he was sure I was seated comfortably, his fingers went to the hem of the white tank top I was wearing under the Hawaiian shirt. He pulled it up, taking my bra with it, so now the two articles of clothing were resting on my chest. The warmness of his hands made me shiver as they came to rest on my breasts. 

My hands, while he explored my body, started to tear at his own shirt. “Off,” I mumbled between kisses and he listened, in an instant, the shirts were on the counter next to us. I traced the ripples of tones muscle under tanned skin and sighed contently as his tongue came into play in our kiss. 

He groaned into my mouth a couple of times when I pulled him in closer, the skin of our bodies molding together. Pulling away, I looked lovingly into his brown eyes. “Touch me.” 

That was all I had to say for him to hurriedly try and clasp my jeans. He had almost had the zipper down when the double doors to the kitchen opened, causing us to both go frigidly still. My breath caught in my lungs and Bradley looked up over my shoulder like a puppy caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. 

“I was going to ask what’s for dessert, but it seems Rooster has already started.” The voice broke the awkward silence with an even more awkward sentence. 

“Get the fuck out of here Hangman,” Bradley seethed out. 

All I could think was, “Oh god, it was Jake who found us. Now everyone’s gonna know.” My hands came to move my bra and tank top back down before covering my face in embarrassment. 

“I am going to kill you when we get home.” 

“I’m so sorry.” Bradley laughed.

“This isn’t funny.” I backhanded his shoulder as he slipped both his shirts back on. 

“It kinda is.” He shrugged, a smirk etched on his face. 

“We’ll see if you think it is when I don’t let you have a piece of your birthday cake.” I jumped off the counter, going for the fridge. 

“Wait a minute. You can’t do that.” He whined.

“You wanna bet?” I pulled the cake out and started to place the four and zero candles next to each other on the counter. “Go back out there and let me get this set up.” I pushed him to the doors. 

“Okay, okay.” He waved me off of him. “I really am sorry babydoll.” He gave me a quick kiss on the lips before sauntering his way back into the bar. 

“God, we are never gonna live this down.” I shook my head and went back to the cake to put the candles on and light them.

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[promisingyounglady]

bradley bradshaw. | TOP GUN MAVERICK

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stranger.

[intoanotherworld23]

Porn And Play

Summary: Bradley comes home to find you touching yourself while watching porn, and instead of stopping you he wants you to continue

Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

Word count: 2.5k+ words

Rating: 18+ only MDNI

Warnings: there is smut, sex, masturbation, mention of porn, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink, spanking, dirty talk

A/N: If you like this please let me know in the comments and be sure to reblog it would be greatly appreciated! My tag list is always open all you have to do is ask! Thank you so much everyone for your continued support! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

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"Turn it on."

"Bradley please-"

"I said turn it back on now." Bradley says sternly his eyes squinting at you on the bed.

Feeling like you were going to throw up as your hands shook turning on the laptop to the video you were watching before he came home. Bradley smirking as he watches you then get comfortable on the bed.

Of all the intimate things that have gone on in this bedroom something like this has never happened. Not once has he ever seen you touch yourself, and he was getting excited at the thought.

Soon as you press play on the video you were watching minutes ago. He gives you this mischievous look that makes you swallow a lump forming in your throat.

"Well," he starts off as he unbuttons his shirt. "Keep doing what you were doing."

Taking a huge intake of breath as your hand drops down between your legs. Touching your incredibly wet folds not sure what to do with Bradley standing basically between your legs.

Moving your fingers up and down to gather the juices on your own fingers lubing yourself up. Gathering up some confidence as you pushed them inside of yourself. Opening your mouth open slightly already use to the feeling of your own fingers.

Hearing the over exaggerated moans on the computer screen. Feeling slightly embarrassed for being caught watching this while Bradley was away. Bradley however was focused on you and not the porn right in front of him.

Looking down to what you were doing ashamed to even look at him. Thrusting your fingers in and out a small moan escaping your lips. Straightening up as you cleared your throat awkwardly.

Quickly glancing at Bradley to see him grinning devilishly. The only clothing he had left on were his underwear. He was eagerly waiting in anticipation to when he could jump in.

He was intrigued watching you like this. It was almost like he was on the edge of his seat waiting to see what happens next. Your cheeks become warm as you hold his gaze.

"Just like that sweetheart." His hand rubbing himself through his boxers hoping to ease the pressure.

Your fingers stopping their movements for the slightest second. Bradley saw this and groaned with disapproval.

"Did I tell you to stop?" Taking another deep breath as you keep going.

Bradley couldn't keep his hands to himself anymore as you feel him grasp onto your ankle. The sudden touch had you jump. That didn't stop him though as he moved his hand up your leg. Massaging the flesh smoothly and in a comforting way that didn't intimidate you too much.

As you looked over quickly to the screen the woman was being fingered by some buff male. Her body writhing on the bed as the camera panned in on his fingers thrusting into her violently.

"I want you to come apart on your fingers." His hand pushed your thighs further apart so he could get a better look. "I know you can do it darling."

That was more than enough motivation for you as your fingers were slamming into you. The palm of your hand smacking against your pelvis. It felt good but it wasn't enough for you, and you needed Bradley.

"Bradley." Whining as you ground your hips into the mattress.

"What baby?" His hands now on your upper thigh so close yet so far away.

"Bradley please." Begging him without saying anything he knew what you needed.

He moves closer to you as his hand touches your pussy. Softly rubbing his thumb back and forth on your clit. The powerful sensation had your toes curling and your back arching off the bed. All you needed was his touch on yours, and Bradley secretly knew that.

Looking up at him to see his jaw clench, and his eyes wide with lust. Seeing this look on his face your now glad that Bradley caught you watching porn otherwise this wouldn't have happened.

"Keep fucking yourself." He grunts as he kisses the top of your knee. "I know you're so close."

You nod in obedience. A soft smile glistening on his hips for your full submission. He could see you like this all the time. It was the hottest thing he's ever bared witness to.

Eyes glancing over at the screen again the man was now thrusting into the woman not waiting or anything. Her moans were turning into wails as he railed her into the mattress. The sounds alone had your ears feeling like they were on fire from embarrassment.

"Is that what you like?" You had to make sure to answer him carefully.

"I want you Bradley." Shaking your head hoping your words would sway him. "Only you."

"Good." The pace of his fingers in match with your fingers inside of yourself.

It felt like your vision was getting hazy between your fingers and his. Any second now you could cum around your fingers, and he knew this judging by the look on your face.

"It hurts." Bradley hums at your words as he licks his lips.

"Does it?" Cocking his head to the side.

"Yes daddy it does." Hearing you call him daddy sends him over the edge. He had a weakness whenever you'd whisper that name. It always did something to him.

Not wasting another second in taking off his boxers tossing them somewhere in the room. Your fingers removing themselves as you laid back legs spread waiting for him with a slight glimmer in your eye.

"Does my baby want me to fuck her?" Bradley says as he waits for your response.

"Yes daddy I need to feel you inside me."

Bradley then crawls up your body his mouth kissing up your trembling stomach. His mustache brushing against your skin making your body jolt. A trail of saliva follows the movements of his mouth. Your hands on either side of your head as your chest rose up and down heavily.

"Are you ready for me?" He asked against your breast biting down on your nipple making you cry out.

"Mhm." Breathing out harshly.

"What's that?" Cocking his head to the side not accepting that reply.

"Yes daddy."

Before you could say anything else his mouth is right on yours. Taking your lips against his like they were the last drop of water. He was thirsty for you, and planned on swallowing every last drop of you.

His tongue feels so incredible against yours. The sensation for both of you is becoming insatiable. He craves every inch of you. His hand reaches up and holds your jaw in his hands. The warmth of his hand pressed against your skin gave you a comforting feeling. Almost like he was telling you that you were safe with him.

"Don't think we need this anymore." Quickly turning the computer off so you could solely focus on each other.

"You won't be needing to watch porn like this anymore." His words more like a command than a request.  "I wanna show you how much better the real thing is."

Bradley watches your face as he nudges his cock towards your now dripping pussy, his large and swollen head disappearing between your folds. Finally moving forward even more.

Bracing himself against your hips as the air seems to leave your lungs. Both of you watching as his cock stretches you out. Silently cursing to himself when he sees how you welcome him. Gritting his teeth as his hands on either side of you grip on the sheets beneath him.

Bradley would never get used to the feeling of how tight you felt around him. It was almost like a soft velvety feeling he wanted to wrap himself around.

"No more of this shit I mean it." He growled kissing you hard. "You will only fucking cum for me and nobody else."

Mumbling his name with a whine, but that seemed to only delay his actions.

"Do you understand me sweetheart?" His cock still inside of you as he waited for your response.

"Yes daddy." That was good enough for him.

Moving his hips back as he pushed forward to fill you to the brim. Your head feeling back against the pillows reaching forward to grab onto his butt. His cheeks clenching as they flexed when he pressed into you.

"For now." Mumbling just under a whisper.

"Excuse me?"

Before you could repeat what you just said he's already flipped you over so that your on your stomach. Pulling your hips up so your on your hands and knees. Smacking your ass leaving a slight sting.

Unable to catch your breath he pushes back into you. Without another hesitation he's thrusting with the same rhythm and motion as before. Hands glued to your sides as he pulled you back to meet his hips.

"What did you fucking say?" He hissed each word being spoke along with a thrust.

His hand coming down on your ass again. Your skin felt like it was on fire the way he was controlling your body. He loved seeing you like this though.

"Nothing." Stuttering as you buried your head into the pillow.

"Uh Uh Uh." He tsked at you.

"Nothing daddy." Responding as you wiggled your hips teasing him even further.

"That's what I thought. That's better."

Bradley wasn't going to have that though. He wanted you to know that he was in charge, and wasn't going to put up with your back talking. All he wanted was to hear your words to him, and how badly you wanted it.

"Beg." Was all he said making you whine as he stopped his movements. "Beg for me."

Feeling suddenly shy and embarrassed to know you've gotta beg for him like a pathetic desperate whore.

"Beg for my cock and I'll give you what you want." His voice a touch softer as he pleaded with you. "I want to hear those pretty lips beg for me."

"Bradley I want your cock so badly please." You started off but he wanted more. "It hurts so much please I want you and only you. Nobody can make me feel the way that you do."

He was loving this more than he should.

"Fuck me so hard with your cock I can't walk for a week."

With that he begins such a unmerciful pace that has your body and the bed rocking. He wants you to know he's in charge, and that he's the only man you ever need in your life.

He's drinking in every detail. The way your ass jiggles each time he pushes forward, the way your pussy clenches when he pulls out, and the sounds coming from your lips. He wants to savor each moment like it's the last time.

"Such a good girl for me letting me fuck you like this." He praised sweating dripping down his forehead.

Bradley knows by your body that you aren't far, and your so close to the heavens he wants to help bring you to it. Wants to hear you scream his name as you cream around his cock.

"Bradley." The way you said his name was like a warning.

"What baby?" He made fun as he kissed your shoulder blade. "What's wrong?"

"I'm so close." Is all you can say which is the truth. Any moment now and you'd be drenching his cock with your juices.

Weaving his fingers through your hair slightly tugging pulling your neck back. Mouth hanging open as you waited to see what he would do next. You never knew with Bradley. One minute he could be cool and collected, and then next thing he's red with rage and unable to control his actions.

"Don't you want to cum around my cock?" He questioned with a grin on his face.

"Yes Bradley please so badly." You mewl pathetically.

Your body is beyond spent, and your arms and legs are trembling and shaking to the point you become numb. A tear rolling down your cheek, and Bradley is able to glance a peek.

"So fucking good for me baby." Clenching his jaw as a hand reached forward to grab your shoulder to have more leverage.

You can feel his breath on the back of your shoulder as he hovers over your body. His hips connecting with yours as your cheeks jiggle back and forth with each powerful thrust.

"You can take it darling I know you can take it."

Bradley wants to watch your face. He loves seeing the expression you make when you orgasm. To know that he's the reason behind that gives him pride.

The pressure is building faster and faster. It feel so close yet so far away. Within arms reach and Bradley isn't letting you grab it. He just grins wickedly down at your mewling and pathetic cries to him.

"I'm right there with you sweetheart." A hand slips under your body to attach to your clit.

A squeak slipping past your lips at the sudden and rough touch. It hurts but it a very good way that almost heightens the pleasure you're feeling. Turning your head your mouth finds the pillow and you bite down on it to muffle your sounds.

"You're doing good baby," he coos kissing your shoulder blade tenderly. "You're doing so good for me. You're okay you're almost there."

He pinches your clit between his fingers, and the small action sends you right over the edge. A shock running through your body almost like you were being brought back to life.

"Come for daddy."

He rotates his fingers slowly and gingerly on your clit to help ease you through your orgasm. His thrusting had slowed down, but he hasn't stopped. He simply keeps going and keeps his eyes glued to the side of your face. Spent and fucked.

"Oh fuck I'm right there." Nodding your head back at him as your able to see him from the corner of your eye.

Noticing you were trying to look at him his cock twitches violently as he fills you completely and utterly. His head resting against the top of your back. His arms shaking trying to hold himself up so he doesn't hurt your already sore body.

"That went way better than I expected." He chirps as he pulls out with a hiss your sensitive clenching as he did.

Feeling the mix of your cum and his dribbling out of you and onto the sheets. Your eyes fluttering with relief knowing it was over, but sad that he was done. Bradley could keep going until he passes out, but he didn't want to do that to your poor body.

Bradley's hand massaging up and down your spine all the way to your ass. Hoping his touch would help sooth you and comfort you. He knew you had to be tired, and wanted to help ease you into slumber.

"I'm serious though." He says making you lift your head to fully look at him.

Taking note of how red and sweaty his face is. His lips were swollen from kissing you, and biting down on his lips. His pupils were dilated like he just took something or he was high off of you.

"No more fucking porn. You can watch only my cock." That seemed a little extreme not letting you be able to watch porn. "So I guess we'll just have to make our own."

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

jake seresin | masterlist

hi everyone! here's my masterlist to my jake hangman seresin stories. 18+

More coming your way.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read them.

SERIES

Ivy

Reeling from a recent break-up with your childhood love, Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw; you find yourself in the arms of a certain asshole Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin by accident, you could say. The thing is, the morning after, the three of you are called back to Top Gun for a mission. 

Should be easy enough to keep it all secret and put some distance between you and them, right? Not at all. Because at every turn either Rooster or Hangman is waiting for you, ready to make you come back to him or pour his heart out about his feelings for you. Secret hookups are honestly not your fault, being the best pilot that you can be within all that mess and choices have to be made without breaking someone’s heart.

Mamma mia

Going back to your hometown for a summer sounded like a good plan before you started your graduate program, what you didn’t count on was having three whirlwind romances with Bob ‘Bob’ Floyd, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, and Bradley ‘Rooster’Bradshaw. And much less, that you would end up pregnant by the end of the summer after they all graduated Top Gun and left. Six years later, Rooster, Hangman, and Bob are called back for a mission and they see you again. Now, with a six-year-old daughter that somehow they think looks exactly like them.

BLURBS

A cowboy like me

[geminijade]

One of These Men is The Sexiest Man Alive and the other is Chris Evans 😍 🥵 🔥

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 1 of KINKTOBER: HALLOWEEN PARTY WITH BRADLEY BRADSHAW

pairing: bradley rooster bradshaw x fem!reader

warning: eating fem out, unprotected sex, some riding sessions

Y/N’s POV

Bradley and I are going to Jake’s house for a halloween party he’s throwing. I’m being a sexy nurse and Bradley is being a cop, but Bradley wanted me to be something else, a prisoner in a normal way not a sexy way but he’s scared about anyone looking at me the way he looks at me.

We get to the party and there’s a lot of people there, smoking, drinking, making out, and dancing. Bradley and I walk in the house and try to find Jake and we find him making out with a woman who’s dressed up as a playboy bunny. Bradley taps Jake’s shoulder to get his attention, he looks at us and all I can see is lipstick all over his face.

“Hey you guys, so glad you two made it, this is Scarlett.” Jake says pointing out the girl with him.

“Hey! I love your costumes!” She drunkenly says to us.

“Thank you.” Bradley and I say in unison.

“If you want us, we’re going to be at the bar.” Bradley yells at Jake.

“Alright! Have fun!” Jake smiles.

“Thank you!” I said to him.

We walk up to the bar and Bradley makes us our usual drinks we have at home.

“I already can tell, he’s drunk.” I said to Bradley.

“Oh I know, and that Scarlett, I already know, she’s going to be underneath him a few minutes.” He says while he’s pouring himself rum and coke.

“Bradley!” I playfully slap him.

“You know Jake.” He says giving me some champagne.

“I know Jake it’s just I’ll never sleep with him.” I honestly said.

“I’m glad baby, you wanna go somewhere private?” Bradley whispers in my ear.

“Can we find some of our friends first and then go somewhere private?” I get close to him.

“Fine. It’s just this fucking costume is giving me a hard on.” He smirks.

“Bradley!” I playfully slap him again.

“You should’ve been a prisoner.” He drinks his alcohol.

“Why’s that baby?” I said.

“You might get punished on you did wrong.” He gets closer to me.

“You should’ve been a patient.” I said.

“And why is that?”

“So I can take care of you and check on which body parts are hurting.” I say in a pouty voice.

“I think you know what body part is having difficulties right now.” He drinks his drink again.

“You wanna go upstairs and find out?” I touch his chest.

“You know-“ He gets interrupted by someone touching his shoulder.

“Hey you two!” It’s Natasha.

“Hi Nat!” I excitedly said.

“I’m so glad I found you guys! I thought you two weren’t going to make it.” She says.

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I said smiling.

Natasha laughs. “You know what guys, that girl with Bagman, I heard she made out with Bob before she went after Bagman.”

I can’t believe what I just heard, Bradley and I look at each other like we saw a ghost. Scarlett is a slut.

“I know! Hey you guys want to go talk to the rest of the pilots?” Natasha asks.

I secretly agree but Bradley says, “We’re actually going to go get some snacks.”

He’s lying.

“Okay, if anything goes wrong I’m here if you need me.” Natasha says.

“We will thank you.” Bradley says before dragging me upstairs.

“Where are we going?” I said.

“Going somewhere private.” He looks into my eyes and says.

I already know where this is going. I want him so badly. We get to a room which look luxurious and Bradley picks me up to put me on the bed which felt so comfortable and locks the door.

“Bradley.” I say in a pouty way.

“Don’t worry, I’m just fuck you until your legs are shaking.”

I moan on what he’s saying to me. I start to take my costume off but he stops me. I look at him confused.

“You look so hot in it, I’m going to fuck you with you wearing it.” He says taking his costume off.

“It’s not fair that you’re taking your costume off but I have to have my on.” I said to him positioning myself to the pillows.

“You’ll look so pretty while I have my way with you.” He smirks.

I get closer to him to kiss him and make him go down with me while we make out. I unzip my nurse costume to show some cleavage and I can tell that Bradley wants me. He kisses my neck and begins to kiss to the valley of my breast and I tug on his hair and moan. He continues to kiss my body but unzips my costume and I undress myself and try to unzip Bradley’s costume but he doesn’t allow me to do it, he goes down to my cunt and eats me out. I scream, I didn’t want him to stop, I make him stay there and he keeps eating me out and I can’t stop god damn screaming. He stops licking my cunt, I whimper, he sees my expression but he takes his boxers off to a hard cock, I breathe heavily. I want him inside me. We start to make out again, I feel him entering my pussy and going in and out, I moan like we were making a porn video for ourselves. I can feel him giving me hickeys on my neck and my breasts. I’m so glad I met him. I flip him over so I can be on top of him and starts to do a lap dance on him. He helps me sway my hips. I can feel his hard cock in my cunt. I get off his cock, he looks at me like he’s going to make me do something but I get down to where his hard cock is and starts to blow him. I can hear him groan, I can feel his cum getting ready to burst out into my mouth. His cum gets in my mouth and I take every bit of him.

After a while we fucked, I rode him like he was my own horse. Him fucking me like I was his personal fantasy girl he always wanted. At one point we did the reverse cowgirl, he gave me more hickeys, him pinching my tits until they got hard, and him wanting to fuck me on the floor but I didn’t allow him to take me down there because I wanted him to fuck me on the bed, why? Because I think the bed is way better to be having sex on floor. And thank god that door is locked. This was the best sex I think we’ve ever had.

Bradley lays down on top of me and all you can hear is heavy breathing in the room.

“Oh my god Bradley, how many rounds do you think we just did?” I said looking down at him.

“I lost count sweetheart.” He said still lying on my chest. “Do you think people heard us?” He said looking up at me.

“By the music blaring all over the house, I don’t think anyone heard us.” I giggle.

“What was that during our fucking session, that reverse thing.” He tries to comprehend on happened to us.

“I don’t know, it was your idea.” I said looking up at the ceiling.

“It was? I forgot what even happened because that was so good.” He chuckles.

I giggle again. “Bradley.” I make him look at me, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more Y/N/N. Can I ask you something?” He says.

“What babe?”

“Can we do this at home one night?” He smiles.

“God Bradley, if we do this again I might want you to fuck me all the time.” I say to him.

“So that’s a yes?” He questions.

“Yes Bradley! We’ll do it again.” I confess.

“Happy Halloween sweetheart.”

“Happy Halloween soldier.”

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Lock & Key: Epilogue - B.B.

A/N: Just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone who supported this series! Love and appreciate you all so much, you don’t even realise. I hope you all enjoy! And don’t worry...something new is already on its way... !!Leave me some asks about what you’d like to see me write!!

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It was the day after the mission. The night everyone got home, everyone went home. There was no way any of you had the energy to go out that night. You somehow convinced your Dad to let Bradley stay over with you in the house because you didn't want either of them to be alone, so it was the best option in your mind. You, your dad, and Bradley sat in your living room with some of your dad's favourite records playing in the background – some of which Rooster had recommended – and you sat with some drinks and chatted. You all got along - talking and conversing with each other for hours.

Your heart was full. You were leaning back into your dad and your legs were slung over Bradley. You were the happiest you had been in a long time with those two finally getting along.

But soon, you felt your dad's body relax and Bradley nodded when you asked if he had fallen asleep. So, you carefully stood from the couch, and slung a blanket over him and you and Bradley left to your room. You both crashed as soon as your head's hit the pillow, in all honesty. You were both just so happy to be in each other's arms.

In the morning, you woke to the smell of bacon. You and Bradley walked out of your room to see your dad in workout gear, making breakfast for the two of you before leaving for his morning run. He had a bowl of cereal while you and Bradley scoffed multiple rashers of bacon down.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing. You did, however, have to go to a doctor's appointment about your back. But luckily it wasn't as bad as it was before, you just had to take it easy. You were extremely happy no hospital time was needed.

You and Rooster walked on the beach and grabbed some lunch at a nearby diner in town. And you couldn't not take the opportunity to fuck your boyfriend in his bronco.

When you arrived home, you and Bradley got a text to meet the team at The Hard Deck later on. And you informed your father of the invite.

On the warm summer's evening, you put your favourite pair of jeans on and a plain white t-shirt that fit the cut of your jeans. You didn't bother with makeup, and you let your hair go naturally. Bradley – of course – wore one of his father's old Hawaiian shirts with his white t-shirt and jeans. And he couldn't forget the aviator glasses. You and Bradley rode on his motorcycle with your dad on his own behind you, to the bar. You pulled up and placed your helmets on the seat before walking into the crowded and hot bar.

Bradley led the way, holding on tightly to your hand as you weaved through the crowds. You knew your dad was going to see Penny, so you didn't need to wonder where he went off to.

"Hey, guys!" Phoenix welcomed you and Rooster as you finally got to the team in the usual spot.

"Hey, babe." You smiled as you embraced her, letting go of Bradley's hand to do so.

"How's you?" She asked, sitting back onto a barstool.

Bradley brough a seat for you and him and you thanked him as you sat down.

"I'm great. Feeling a lot better. How are you?" You asked.

"Want a beer, hun?" Brad asked you, placing a hand on your hip.

You looked up at him and nodded, "Thanks."

He pressed a kiss to your temple before sliding his hand and his body from you to the bar.

"I'm also a lot better, thank you. But you guys...I mean, come on."

You blushed. You couldn't help it. Just the thought of the man made your whole body get hot. You and Phoenix both looked to him standing at the bar being so casual and charming to Penny. You groaned as you turned back to her.

"I can't even." You sighed.

She chuckled, "He's so happy with you, it's unreal. I've worked with Rooster quite a few times, but I don't think I have ever seen him so genuinely joyful."

You pouted your lips, "I can't believe we went 10 years with no contact. It's crazy to me, now."

"Well, you've got each other now. And I better be first to know when he proposes."

You scoffed a laugh and smacked her leg, "Phoenix!"

"What! He's infatuated with you and he's not a waiting kind of guy. That man knows what he's got, and I don't think he's going to lose you any time soon."

Your whole body warmed. God, you felt like a kid with a playground crush. Your stomach flipped at the thought of him down on one knee. You opened your mouth to retort against her but a hand came to your shoulder to shut you up.

"My ears are burning."

You rolled your eyes and looked up to your boyfriend as he handed you a cold bottle of your favourite beer.

"Were you intentionally listening?" You asked as he sat down next to you.

He shrugged, "I guess you'll never know."

You shook your head and looked to Phoenix. She smiled and sighed.

"You two make me sick in the nicest way possible."

"Love you, too, Phoenix." Bradley commented.

She pretend-laughed before getting up and heading to the bar.

You turned back to your boyfriend and watched as he took a swig of his drink, slinging an arm around the back of your barstool.

"I'm guessing you want marriage at some point, right?" You asked, resting your closest hand on his mid-thigh.

He nodded, "And the house and the kids. The whole package."

"How many kids?" You asked, raising a brow.

"I want an equal number of genders. So however many it takes to get that."

You scoffed, "Well, I'm telling you right now, mister; no more than three."

He furrowed his brows, "Three? That's hardly any!"

"We are both only children. How is that not enough?"

"Because I want a whole baseball team, baby."

You shook your head, "No way in hell, Bradshaw."

You watched your boyfriends eye level rise and his hand lifted from the back of your chair.

"Aint that right, Mav? You want a whole baseball team of grandkids?"

You shook your head ferociously, realising your dad was now behind you.

"Or even a football team would be great." Your dad commented, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You shrugged his hand off and he came around to face you with the stupid grin he always wore when he wound you up.

"Not a chance in the world." You said.

Brad placed his arm around your shoulder and you nipped his inner thigh. He yelped, jumping slightly in his seat.

"Any more talk about sports teams, and I'll nip you someplace else where it won't be possible to have one kid."

He held the hand holding his beer up in a gesture of surrender. You smirked at your win and settled back, rubbing your hand over his thigh soothingly. He played with your hair as you both engaged in other conversations with the team.

After about 30 minutes and two and a half drinks down, your dad shouted over to the group from afar.

"Hey, Rooster?"

You all turned, and Bradley moved his hand from behind your seat to your knee.

"Wanna give this old girl a play?"

Mav trail his hand over the top of the piano and tapped it. A grin grew on your face. Bradley turned to look at you as if he needed permission. You squeezed his thigh and nodded.

"On you go." You encouraged.

You thought it was the most wholesome thing ever that he looked at you with such hopeful eyes. He slid off his seat and pressed a kiss to your cheek before heading over to the piano. Your dad pulled the plug from the jukebox and a collection of annoyed sounds came from the crowd. The energy tonight was insane. There were probably more people in the bar than you had ever seen before – and it was all because of your amazing team and your two favourite men.

Phoenix came to stand by you, and you watched as your boyfriend lifted the lid of the piano and sat his beer on top of the instrument, sitting down on the stool. His fingers began toying with the keys and your heart – and somewhere more north – fluttered.

"If that man plays Great Balls of Fire, I'm gonna need another drink." Phoenix commented before leaving your side for the bar.

You chuckled to yourself and stayed seated, happy with your clear view to Bradley. Your dad stood by the piano, and you watched as they laughed and chatted together. He took his aviators from their folded place on his t-shirt and put them on his nose.

He is definitely about to play Great Balls of Fire. You thought to yourself.

You looked at your dad and then to your boyfriend. You watched how happy they both were and how your dad used to tell you and Bradley about the times where Goose would play in the bar with you and Rooster sitting on the piano. And Carole usually joining in, too. You wondered if your dad had somewhat healed from that memory, because he was enjoying himself so much with Bradley.

He started playing some improv, but you knew just by the notes and the key he was in, what he was about to play.

You had such a clear flashback in your mind of a moment you and Bradley spoke about a lot growing up. It was his mom and dad's catchphrases before Goose played something or did something silly. You smirked at the memory and gained a rush of confidence.

"Hey, Rooster, you big stud!" You called from your seat.

Bradley looked over to you, tipping his sunglasses to look through them at you with a huge grin on his face, his fingers still playing the keys. You felt the whole crowd – including your dad – turn to face you.

"That's me, honey!" He replied.

You sat forward, "Take me to bed or lose me forever!"

"Show me the way home, honey!" He called back.

The crowd watched and erupted in laughter and applause as your interaction with Bradley finished and the four iconic chords began to play.

"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain!"

You giddily laughed and stood up from your seat, meeting Phoenix on your way to the piano. She replaced the bottle in your hand with a new one and you thanked her. You both had your arms around each other before you parted ways so you could get closer to Rooster.

"I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny!" Your boyfriend sang, looking to you as you managed to fight your way to his inner circle.

"But you came along and you moved me, honey!"

You grinned as you danced closer to him, using his signature shimmy to get yourself to him. He laughed at you as he sang because you were getting that kind of tipsy. He opened an arm quickly for you and you swiftly slid onto his lap, resting your butt on his right thigh. He closed you back in with his arm.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulders and he winked at you.

"Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!" You all sang in unison.

"Kiss me, baby!" He looked to you.

You grabbed the nape of his neck, and he craned his neck slightly to press a kiss to your lips. You held it long enough for you to taste the beer from his lips, but not long enough that it affected the song.

"Ohh, that feels good, baby!" He shivered comically after your kiss and you laughed, shaking your head.

"I want to love you like a lover should,"

He pressed a quick kiss to your arm, tickling your skin with his moustache. You ran your fingers into his hair and smiled at him as he played.

"You're fine!"

"And so kind!" You sang to him.

"Imma tell the world that you're mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!"

You giggled, and laughed, and danced your way through the song. You even attempted to play a few notes, but they were so wrong that you couldn't continue.

As Bradley finished, the whole place erupted in cheers and applause. You looked around the room and it was almost intimidating how big of a crowd had actually formed. Bradley did the same and you both exchanged a look of awe. You grabbed his sunglasses from his face and put them on your own, ignoring how big they were on you.

Bradley swept you up into his arms and you squealed, holding onto his broad shoulders. He had you in bridal hold, swinging you around in circles. Everyone began chanting your names and you felt like you were in a movie.

"Rooster! Locket!"

They kept going. And going. You were laughing and smiling so much your cheeks hurt and the warmth of the beer was spreading through your veins.

Bradley eventually placed you back on the ground, but you still held onto his shoulders for balance. His hands slid around your waist, and you could finally look up at him without the room spinning.

He was smiling so big; his cheeks were flushed, and his hair was messy. You knew how happy he was in that moment, and you felt the exact same.

"You know what?"

"What?" You asked, looking up at him through the aviators.

"I was always going to be the only key to your lock, honey."

Your cheeks flushed, "You are so cheesy, Rooster."

He smirked, and you felt the glasses getting removed from your nose.

"I know. And I don't care." He said, before his lips crashed into yours and the whole bar exploded in whistles and cheers.

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