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croimilis · 2 years

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The Arrangement

title: the arrangement

characters: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x doctor!mitchell!reader (rooster calls them angel)

words: 20k +

themes: childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers, fake dating (minor), fluff, , smut, mutual pinning, idiots not realising they’re in love

rating: 18+

warnings: female identifying reader and female anatomy used, mentions of parental and canon character death, panic attacks, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), rooster has a lieutenant kink, rooster in dress whites, praise kink, unprotected sex, scratching, biting, cream pie, overstimulation

summary: 'he laughed, my darling you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul' @atticuspoetry

You and rooster made an arrangement when you were 18 years old, that if either of you needed a date to an event and you were both single you would be each others date, you try your best to be at every celebration and ceremony for your education and respective careers. you managed to keep this up for a while, but the life of a doctor and the life of a navy aviator never seem to line up and suddenly you find yourself not only cities but countries away from one another and the arrangement falls to the background of your minds that is until you move to San Diego and Rooster finds himself calling on your arrangement one last time.

a/n: this ended up being sooo long and i am (not) sorry about it, i got so carried away with it. also this is the dress i imagined when writing this. also, i don’t consistently refer to Rooster as Bradley or Rooster in this, it switches so often. i also apologise if the smut is bad, i don’t write it often. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT this is an 18+ piece, I will be checking blogs that interact so please have an age indicator somewhere on your blog. this is part of the ‘fly me to the moon universe’

Rooster was sure the world stopped the minute you walked through the doors behind your father, it had been over 10 years since he had last seen you and yet he knew it was you instantly. If anybody asked, he would say it was your eyes that gave you away as being (Y/N) Florence-Mitchell. The same emerald green as your father, full of life and happiness as they crinkled at the sides when you smiled at Penny across the bar, giving your soon to be step mother a wave as your father guided you through the crowd and straight towards the group of aviators that made up the dagger squadron.

Realising your destination, Rooster's heart began to beat erratically as he stood from his bent position where he had been planning on taking his shot at the pool table, causing a confused look and a 'dude' from Hangman. Out of all the ways he had imagined and dreamed about reuniting with you, he never would have imagined it happened in Fightertown, never mind at the Hard Deck.

Yet here you are, getting closer and closer and he swears his heart is gonna beat straight out of his chest. You're beautiful, you always had been but what had once been a soft and innocent beauty when you were younger and never knew a life without Bradley had turned into sharp edges and maturity as you found what it meant to be your own person without him. He was awestruck to put it lightly as his eyes stalked you through the bar until you were standing just at the other end of the pool table, Mavericks arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder as he made introductions.

“Everybody this is my daughter, Dr (Y/N) Florence-Mitchell.” With a smile you rolled your eyes at your father's insistence on using your title, he was very proud of everything you accomplished in your life and career and while he very rarely actually used the words ‘I’m proud of you’ he always made sure to show it when he showed you off to other people. “Please call me (Y/N/N)”

With pleasant smiles and shaking hands everyone introduced themselves, though you had heard about all of them so many times you were sure you could pick out each and everyone member of the dagger squad by name if you tried. Your eyes moved over them all the same as they introduced themselves, taking in their features and finally putting faces to names. Maverick was the absolute worst at having pictures on his phone, preferring to keep a hard copy of photos in his hanger and you were never around the hanger anymore, much to busy with your own life that you could only really talk to your father over the phone, especially considering he was usually on the other side of the country or world. But maybe now that dagger squad had become a permanent fixture at Top Gun for whenever they were needed and you had taken a job in San Diego (that Mav was still completely unaware of) you would see the old man a little more.

Your eyes finally made their way to the other side of the pool table where the WSO Bob sat with a small smile on his face as he introduced himself, finally your eyes met with Roosters and he swears he nearly melted at the sight, at the friendliness and tenderness towards him that remained after all these years, and your smile. God your smile still made him weak at the goddamn knees and he silently curses to himself about how you still have such an effect on him and how he should be over his silly childhood crush. “Bradley”

Walking around the pool table, Rooster gladly opens his arms for you as you unwrap your father from your shoulder and meet him in the middle, wrapping your arms around his torso as he wraps his around your shoulders, placing a kiss to your forehead as he does. It was comforting, to the both of you, it was something he always did before you grew apart, when you were still an everyday presence in each other's lives. You had missed it. It had been far too long since you had even spoken to each other, never mind seeing each other. “Hey angel.”

The familiarity of the nickname warms you from the inside, or maybe that was just the heavy radiating of Bradley as he held you in his arms. Or maybe it was the flush slowly spreading up your body and making its way to your face as you relish in how nice it feels to be held by him once again, or maybe it is because you're thinking about just how handsome Bradley had become since you last saw him.

He had always had a bit of boyish charm about him, that cheeky smile he usually sported that was so similar to that of his fathers always drew the ladies in when he was turned their way pair that with the fact that he was always athletic and fit and you had a deadly combination that turned Rooster into quite the heart throb when he was younger. But now, you swear he's never looked better, even as he sports that ridiculous mustache he started growing when he was in college, all rugged muscles and that same charming smile alongside the new air of confidence and maturity that was unrecognizable to you.

Never one to have a moment taken from him, the voice of Hangman forces the two of you to seperate, though you still stand close to one another. “How long you in town for?” With a gentle chuckle you cross yours arms over your chest and appraise but your father and Bradley before you answered, they both looked expectant. You had told your father you were in Fighter town for around 2 weeks but had yet to drop the bombshell that you were relocating to San Diego permanently.

“Well I’m in Fighter town for the next 2 weeks, staying at an air bnb close to the base.” You eyed your father as he sent you a small glare, he didn’t know you were coming and so he couldn’t insist on you staying with him and Penny and that was deliberate not only did you want to surprise him but you wanted your own space, somewhere you could retreat too if need be and have some time to yourself because you were sure that every moment he could your father would be at your side to make up for not only the time he missed as an adult but the time he missed out on when you were a kid. “But after that…I am permanently relocating to San Diego.”

You had to bite your lip to stop the giggle that tickled your throat as both Bradley and Maverick whipped their heads round to stare at you, mouths and eyes wide with shock. “(Y/N) (M/N) Florence-Mitchell!” You had to giggle at your dad’s tone as you turned to look at him with innocent eyes and a small smirk, “Yes?” Though Mav tried his hardest to look stern and serious, ready to scold you for not telling him, he can’t help but smile at the fact that you weren’t going to be so far away now.

“What?” Now you turned to Bradley, who’s shocked expression had lessened a little but you could tell from the pinch of his brows and the down turn of his lips that he was still confused. “I wanted to surprise my dad, that was the whole purpose of this trip. Safe to say I surprised him. But I uh, I got offered head of the ED and trauma at one of the hospitals in San Diego a few weeks back and I accepted it. Spent the last few weeks sorting out a place to live and getting ready to move, I start there in 3 weeks.”

Strong arms wrap around you as Maverick brings you into a tight hug with a chuckle and a kiss to your forehead. “That's amazing news kid.” As he lets you go, your eyes meet with Bradley’s and you smile at him, which he reciprocates before turning to Phoenix who pulls his attention away from you and back to the pool game they were playing.

Though now he was playing much worse than he was before, he was sloppy as his eyes followed you as you flitted between the crowd of aviators getting to know everyone and he was sure Phoenix would kick his ass in the morning for making them lose against the tag-team of Hangman and Coyote but he couldn’t bring himself to care, though she wasn’t really going to catching onto the love sick look on her friends face the minute he caught sight of you. All he cared about was the fact that you were here and even when you left you would only be 30 minutes away from him and he was determined to not let you slip out of his life once again.

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The next time Bradley sees you is three days later, not that he’s counting or anything, and the squad are on the beach playing some dog fight football to relax after a grueling training session with Maverick. You had been at the Hard Deck with Penny and Amelia looking at some bridesmaid dresses for the pair of you to wear at the upcoming wedding of Penny and Maverick, your eyes occasionally moving from the laptop in front of you down the beach to where they were playing. You had to admit it was quite the sight and you just couldn’t help yourself from watching, I mean who could blame you.

The sight of the 12 aviators, excluding Hondo and Mav who were now sitting on the sidelines enjoying just watching their squad enjoy themselves, shirtless and sweaty would make even a nun stop and stare. But your eyes were on one particular aviator and his on you, it seemed that every time you looked over his eyes were already on you, a smirk on his face as he sends a wink your way that has you rolling your eyes everytime.

“So… you and Rooster.” Penny’s voice pulls you away from your staring and you turn to her with a questioning look that she rolls her eyes at with a scoff. “Oh come on (Y/N), I’m not blind. I can see the way you two look at each other, you can’t tell me there’s nothing there.”

With a gentle huff, you fold your arms and place them on the table in front of you, pushing your laptop forward slightly as you do, “There is nothing there Penny. He was my best friend for 23 years and then we drifted apart, him busy becoming one of the best naval pilots currently serving and me busy becoming the best doctor I could.” A soft hmm falls from Penny’s lips, one that perfectly conveys a very sarcastic ‘I believe you’, “Are you sure about that? You didn’t see the way his entire face lit up when he saw you in the Hard Deck the other day, I swear that boy looked like he was on cloud 9 the minute he held you in his arms,”

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head at your step mother and tell her once again that there is nothing romantic about your relationship with Bradley. At least now anyway, but you would never tell her about the fact you’re pretty sure you were in love with him in college. “Bullshit.” Eyes widening in shock, you turn to Amelia with your mouth open and she at least looks a little bashful about her outburst obviously not meaning to say it out loud as her cheeks flush a little and her mouth gapes a little.

“Sorry,” her eyes flit to her mother, expecting to be scolded but Penny is simply watching her with amusement in her eyes, “but it’s true.” Leaning forward in her chair, Amelia places her head in her palm as her eyes flit between you and the aviators on the beach. “Look, I know I’m only a teenger and I know nothing about relationship and being in love and all that adult stuff” at the words ‘adult stuff’ she uses air quotes that makes you let out a small chuckle, “but Rooster looks at you the same way Mav looks at Mom, and from the photos I’ve seen the way Goose looked at your aunt Carole.”

Moving to look down the beach once again, you smile as you see the aviators carrying Bob about on their shoulders with a small chant of his name, Rooster is once again looking at you and this time you give him a small wave and a smile as he offers you a salute in return. Behind your back, Penny and Amelia share a knowing glance and a smile seeing how completely fucking gone you were for Bradley Bradshaw. “Why don’t you go bring them down some bears to cool them off? Maybe you and Rooster can talk a little.”

Though you rolled your eyes, knowing Penny was simply scheming, you did as she suggested, pilling some beer into a cooler she had on hand and carrying it down the beach to where your dad and the rest of the squad sat as they took a breather. Placing a kiss to your dad’s cheek as he turned his head towards you and greeted you with a gentle ‘hey honey’ you smile at the aviators as you set the cooler on the sand as you announce your presence to the rest of the group. “I bring gifts”

You’re meet with a chorus of thanks and greetings, and of course a flirty remark from Hangman who got hit up the side of the head thanks to Phoenix who had planted herself next to the Texan which caused you to let out a laugh as you bent down to open up the cooler and begin handing out the cold beers, and soda for Bob. As you go to hand Rooster one he smiles at you and instead of taking the beer from you, offers his hand out, palm facing up as if asking to take your hand, “Walk with me angel?”

You nod your head gently and place the bear back in the cooler, placing your freehand in his to allow him to guide you through the lounging aviators that were lying haphazardly across the sand. Though Rooster’s hand was sweaty, you had to admit to yourself that you enjoyed the few seconds in which your hand was clasped in his. It reminded you of simpler times, walking to school hand-in-hand as your mothers walked behind the two of you, playing with his fingers as you lay on his bed as he lamented about the most recent girl whose heart he broke by telling them he wasn’t interested, and even of less simple times where you would hold onto his hand in the hospital waiting rooms as his mom's health began to decline, and him holding yours the day you got the call that your mom had been in a major accident involving a drunk driver and he drove you all the way from Virginia to your home town, holding onto one another at the funerals of both Carole and your mother as if you were the last people you both had in the world, and in a way you were. While Maverick was very much present in your life now as an adult, growing up he was never really around throwing himself into missions and detachments to distract from the pain of losing Goose, you saw him at holidays and birthdays and got a few letters through the year if you were lucky, but you really only had your mom, your aunt Carole, and Bradley until you were an adult.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Rooster’s voice cut through your thoughts and you let out a soft little ‘hmm’ as you came back to reality and looked over to him, ignoring the fact that his hand was still in yours despite it no longer needing to be, “I lost you there for a second angel, where’d you drift of to?”

You gave him a sad smile and looked out to the ocean as you walked, “Just thinking about how the last time I held your hand was my mom’s funeral.” He let out a soft ‘oh’ and gave your hand a soft squeeze as you turned round to face him once again. “And about how much I’ve missed you B.”

You always knew you missed Bradley, he had been such a constant in your life with your mom and aunt Carole being best friends that bought houses right next to each other and were basically co-parents for the pair of you growing up and by the point you were in high school the two of you were attached at the hip, only really seen without the other when in classes you didn’t share together, hell, you even ended up at the same college as one another when the time came.

So when you slowly faded out of each other's lives it was like you slowly lost a part of yourself, you always found yourself wanting to turn to Rooster whenever anything important happened. Like when you did your first solo surgery during your internship in Seattle, or when you meet the guy you thought you were gonna marry only for him to turn round and break your heart, though if you were being honest you weren’t as upset about that as you should have been, or even to tell him about the little things in life like the day you went to the pound with a friend and ended up coming home with a little scruff ball of a dog who turned out to be part german shepherd and grew up with the size to prove it.

Even after 10 years, you still found yourself thinking ‘I should tell Bradley about this’ and then getting disheartened when you realise, you can’t. You had no real way of contacting him, you knew you could reach out to Maverick but that felt like crossing a line, a complete invasion of privacy, and even if you did reach out to Maverick he would only really know roughly where he was but not how to contact him, and it broke you over and over again. But seeing him, it hit you like a ton of bricks just how much you missed him and with the way your heart twisted with the realisation you made sure to take a mental note to not let Penny know or find out because she would have the smuggest grin and ‘I told you so’ mentality about it, seeing him again truly felt like a piece of your soul had been returned to its rightful place.

“I’ve missed you too angel.” If you thought you missed Bradley, he missed you just as much if not more and had spent so many sleepless nights searching you up on social media and google to keep up with your life and see how you were doing. When he was at basic, he tried to write letters, something that he could send you to let you know he was still thinking about you but he couldn’t get the words out. Couldn’t articulate just how much he missed you without it sounding far too much like ‘I love you’ and that was not something he wanted to tell you in a letter, that was something he needed to say in person, so he sent nothing instead.

He had saw you at your med-school graduation, smiled you and told you how proud he was of you but he never told you, he apologised for the lack of communication blaming being busy and not having a chance and you did the same, med-school had kicked your ass and meant you just did not have the time to sit down and put thought to paper, or email, to send to him. And then he got deployed and the cycle started again, he would start writing you a letter and then he would trash it because it didn’t like the way it sounded and even the ones he liked never got sent as he lost the nerve and instead stashed them in a box that now lived under his bed, and you started your internship to and communication was run into the ground.

He was just glad you were a social media person, while he wasn’t and rarely posted on any accounts he had, he got to watch your life unfold through the screen. He watched you enter relationships which made his heart twist in pain as he thought about you being with someone that wasn’t him and then he watched those relationships end which hurt even more because he couldn’t be there to comfort like he had been when you were younger. He watched as you moved from Seattle after your internship being offered a position in one of the best trauma centres in the country where you adopted your scruff ball that had been adequately named ‘shaggy’. He watched as you posted photos of you and your dad, though his own relationship with Maverick was in the gutter, he was happy to see yours healing. Happy that you had someone when he wasn’t there.

Now that you were back in his life, he felt like that one piece of the puzzle that had been missing since he enlisted had finally been put back into place, though he would never admit it anyone, especially Phoenix after she interrogated him about your relationship after you had left the Hard Deck that first night, he didn’t want her to have the satisfaction of known that he was in fact, in far too deep with you even after 10 years after he spent so long denying that there was anything romantic between the two of you.

Though your admissions hung heavy around you, as if waiting for one of you to reach out and grab it in an admission of blame of whose fault it was you drifted apart, conversation flowed naturally between the two of you as you caught each other up on the details and events in your lives for the past 10 years, neither one of you wanting to play the blame game though it was heavy on your heads because you both knew you were equally to blame.

As you talked and caught up, you were none the wiser to the lingering gazes of the squad of aviators who sat with either a questioning look or a smug smirk on their faces (Phoenix and Hangman specifically) as one of them voiced the question to Maverick, “What’s going on with those two?”

With a shake of his head, Maverick let out a small sigh and moved his eyes away from the form of his daughter and surrogate nephew as they walked hand in hand along the shore line and to the aviators who had now downed their beers and were getting ready for another round of dogfight football without Rooster. Pushing his aviators back up his nose, Maverick laid back in his lounge chair and shrugged his shoulders, “They were attached at the hip once upon a time, they’re just catching up.”

Though his tone was playful, there was a warning edge to it that warned the others to drop the subject because truthfully even Maverick didn’t know what was going on between the two of you. He knew you were close growing up and you grew apart as adults, something you lamented to him about as you healed your relationship with him after graduating college, but watching you two he could finally see what your mother saw every time you two were together. The undying, unbridled love in each other's eyes that you were too blinded to see, the same kind of love he saw in Carole and Gooses eyes every day. Yeah, Maverick found himself thinking, maybe your mom was right and you were gonna be Mrs.Bradshaw one day.

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Its 2 weeks later and you’re finally moved into your new place in San Diego, only 30 minutes away from Fightertown on a good day and 60 on a bad day, a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom (1 ensuite, 1 main), bungalow with an open plan living room and kitchen. It was a nice bungalow, sitting right beside the beach and a small garden out your front, the amount of bed rooms meant one could be converted into an office or home gym while the other can be a storage room, maybe changing into a baby room a few years down the line. And it was all yours, after years of renting, you owned your own home and you couldn't be happier.

You had been moved in within 5 days with the help of your father and dagger squad who spent most of their evenings helping you move furniture and unpack everything after it had arrived. Though you were pretty sure they were doing it under the orders of your father, it was nice to have them around. The squad were your dad’s family, which meant by extension they were yours now and it was nice to get to know them. You grew especially close with Siren, Phoenix and Halo, the three happy to have another woman around to break up the testosterone, especially one who could handle Hangman’s ego and kept him and Rooster in line when things started to get heated between them.

Your relationship with Rooster also got better, since that day on the beach where you seemed to walk the entire length of the beach and back as you talked, though you weren’t as close as you were when you were younger, which was physically impossible as he had training and drills every day and you were helping Penny with both wedding planning and in the Hard Deck on busy nights, you were still close.

You were happy to find all the quirks and mannerisms you had memorised still existed, like the way his lip upturned when he was scheming or the how he fiddled with his dog tags when he was nervous or thinking (when you were young he would always fiddle with his dads), turning the metal over his fingers again and again, or how when he was lying he would scratch behind his right ear and his eyebrow would twitch slightly (honestly, it was such a small reaction that most people didn't notice it) everything about him so familiar and it was welcome because it meant he was still your Bradley even after all this time.

Which is why when Rooster walked into your bungalow that night, pizza and beer in his hand with a certain look in his eye, you knew immediately that he wanted something. You watched him carefully with your arms crossed over your chest as you leaned against your kitchen sink and he placed the pizza down on your island. He was avoiding your gaze, another nervous habit when he was scared to ask something, instead looking over your kitchen as if he hadn’t been there every night for the past week. With a gentle sigh you moved forward, uncrossing your arms and putting your hands on the island so you were now leaning on it instead.

“Spit it out Bradshaw. What do you want?”

Rubbing at the back of his neck, Rooster almost looks sheepish as he also leans on the island with his forearm against the cold granite and this only makes you raise an eyebrow at him in a questioning manner.

“You see…” You very rarely saw Bradley struggle to ask for something, especially not from you as there was very little you would say no to him about, now he seemed nervous as if what he was asking would cause you to reach over and slap him across the face. “I, uh, I wanted to call upon our arrangement one last time.”

Now, whatever you were expecting him to say it was certainly not that and the shock was clear on your face as you quite literally stood up straight with wide eyes and your mouth opening and closing. It had been a while since you thought about your arrangement with Bradley, years even as the last time it came into play was your med-school graduation 10 years ago, before everything fell apart. While the arrangement was something the two of you agreed upon almost 20 years earlier as freshly graduated high schoolers, you still remembered it like it was yesterday.

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It was just after your high school graduation, your mother had organised a small party with a few of your relatives that lived nearby and a few friends from outside of school but you and Bradley snuck away in his old Bronco he had gotten as soon as he got his licence (it was almost the exact same one as Gooses) and you ended up in what you had dubbed ‘your secret spot’. It was a silly name, but it was where the two of you would always go to escape when the world got a little bit too much, either together or alone. After Bradley parked near the large oak tree that took up most of the clearing, you clambered out of the car and laid down the blanket you had brought with you, popping open the champagne you had snuck off one of the tables at the party.

Letting out a content sigh, you plopped yourself down on the blanket, your legs spreading out in front of you as you leaned back on your arms with your head thrown back to look at the stars that decorated the night sky. Your eyes traced over the shapes of the constellations, following them until an image formed in your mind of what they were meant to be. You knew them all, and their stories, that was something your mom had taught you. Bradley settled next to you, one leg propped up so he could lean his arm on it, the other pressing against yours alongside his shoulder as he leaned back on his hand, following you in looking up at the stars.

Bradley never understood your fascination with the stars, you had explained it to him once telling him a story your mom constantly repeated to you about how you would never settle at night unless she took you out to the stars and told you their stories, it seems that even as a baby you found them calming. You told him that even if the world was in chaos and falling apart around you, the stars were always there, they were the one constant in a world where nothing else was and looking at them brought you comfort. But no matter how much you explained it, and how much he said he got it, there was always a part of him that never quite knew what you meant but that never stopped him from listening as you explained the different constellations to him, no matter how many times he had already heard the story.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, passing the bottle of champagne between you quietly, simply revelling in each other's company because you knew things were gonna be different come September time. Sure, you were going to the same college things were going to be different, you were hoping to join a sorority and Bradley was going to try out for the baseball team, you didn’t imagine you would have the same time for each other that you have now given you were never apart for more than an hour or two when you weren’t asleep. Eventually you moved from your sitting positions, instead opting to lie on the blanket, you with your arms on your stomach and Bradley with his arms under his head causing the muscles in his arms to flex and you cursed him for it, finding it hard not to look at him as he did.

“I have a proposition.” Turning your head to look at Bradley with an amused smirk, you see he’s already looking at you with soft eyes and an even softer smile and you raise your eyebrow at him. Bradley turns on his side, using his arm to prop up his head, and you do the same giving him your full attention.

“Go on, you’ve piqued my interest.”

He rolls his eyes at the teasing tone in your voice and lightly shoves your shoulder, just enough that you wobble but not enough that you fall over which causes you to giggle. “Come on, I’m being serious.”

Wiping the smile from your mouth, you put on a fake serious face, “Okay, okay, I’m serious.” Bradley only rolls his eyes again but he doesn’t shove you, instead his free hand starts to play with a loose strand of fabric on the blanket, his eyes casting down to avoid meeting yours as he spoke.

“We make a promise, an agreement, that when we get to college and even after we won’t forget about one another. Like, if one of us has an event or a party, and we’re both single, we go together, if one of us has a ceremony or an award or any sort of celebration we go and support the other.”

His eyes moved up to meet yours, having been scared you were going to tell him no. Tell him that now you were grown you wanted some independence from him, a chance to see who you were without Bradley Bradshaw attached at your hip. But you don’t, instead you reach out your hand, fingers clenched closed with your pinky extended and a small smile on your face.

“I promise B” Bradley reaches out and intertwines your pinky fingers together.

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And that was the start of your agreement with Bradley Bradshaw that saw him as your date to your first sorority event and you as his to the college baseball formal, it’s what saw you at multiple events together throughout college and saw peoples always asking about if you were dating or not, with some of your sorority sisters commenting on the fact that you were lucky to have him. It was what saw him supporting you when you were given an award by the school for academics and you supporting him when he got MVP three years in a row with the baseball team, it was what had you in the crowd of his graduation from the naval academy and him in the crowd of your med-school graduation. But after you started to drift apart, the agreement fell apart with it and it hadn’t been brought up since. Until now that is

“The arrangement?” Bradley let out a small chuckle and stopped rubbing at his neck, instead now leaning on the island with both arms as his eyes swept across the room, determined not to meet your stare he tried to find something, anything he could focus on instead of you because he was sure he would see rejection in your eyes. Finally, his eyes settled on the photos on your fridge, one of you and your friends on your graduation day, one of you and your dad working on the F-14 he had in his bunker, one of you and Shaggy from shortly after you got him, and one of you and him at your senior year prom.

A small huff passes your lips as you look him up and down, once again crossing your arms over your chest your, “Okay, but I need details first.” Bradley’s eyes snapped from the photos on your fridge to your face as his mouth opened in shock, he was truly expecting you to say no. To tell him to fuck off, that it was a stupid promise made when you were teenagers but here you were agreeing.

“You’re serious?” Rolling your eyes, you leaned forward onto the island once again, this time folding your arms over one another, matching the way Rooster was standing, and you slid forward slightly so your face was just millimetres away from Rooster and you had to stop your eyes from flickering down to his lips and imagining the way they would feel on yours. Rooster was having a similar issue, finding himself forcing his eyes to look into your eyes because he knew if he looked anywhere else he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from reaching out and pulling you into a bruising kiss.

“Of course I’m serious, I did pinky promise after all and we both know those are sacred.” With a small smile you suddenly pull back, all too aware of how the heat of his breath against your skin was starting to cause a blush to spread over your cheeks. Quickly you clear your throat and reach for the pizza on the counter, lifting it as you round the island and head towards your living room. Throwing yourself onto the sofa you place the pizza box on the coffee table and reach down to pet Shaggy who is asleep in his bed at the end of the sofa, motioning to the other side of the sofa with your hand, “Now, details.”

Lifting the beer, and a bottle opened, Bradley joins you on the sofa and hands you an open beer, while you’re sat with your back against the arm of the sofa and your legs pulled up to your chest, Bradley leans back, stretches one arm around the back cushions of the sofa and spreads his legs in front of him. Taking a deep swig of beer, he lets out a sigh and runs his hand over his face before he starts to explain.

“An old navy buddy is getting married on Saturday and I was invited to the wedding a while back,” Okay, so far so good, you think to yourself and you let a gentle ‘hmmm’ to let Rooster know you were listening as you took a swig of your own beer, “At the time I was just a guest, but one of his groomsmen has dropped out, well he’s been kicked out but that's another story for another time, so now there’s an uneven number of bridesmaids and groomsmen and the bridesmaids already have their dresses so it would be a complete waste of money to ask one of the bridesmaid to drop out and he doesn’t have any other close friends or family, his brother’s are already part of the grooms party”

“B you’re rambling.” You very rarely saw Bradley rambling, only when he was really really nervous like that time he asked Ashley Stone to be his prom date in junior year or when he confessed to his first college girlfriend.

“Right, sorry. Anyway, he reached out to me and asked if I would be his groomsman, all the other guys are navy men, and I said yes, no problem. The thing is this all went down when I was still seeing that girl, Molly, I was telling you about and I had put down a plus one.”

Realisation hits you and you nod your head along with what he’s saying, “So you want me to be your plus one.” His eyes, which had been staring up at your ceiling, move to your face and he nods slowly, but there’s something in his eyes that tells you that’s not all it is and you let out a small sigh and narrow your eyes at him.

“There’s something else, isn’t there?” He nods solemnly and takes another swig of his beer before he leans forward and places his elbows on his knees, head turned towards you with an apologetic look on his face.

“I heard Molly was going to be there with her new man, apparently he’s a friend of the brides, and I may have said I was bringing my new girl.” You close your eyes and curse at his stupidity, taking swig of your beer as you rubbed at your temples.

“So you want me to be your date and play pretend as your girlfriend?” It wouldn’t be the first time you had pretended to be his girlfriend, you had done it once or twice in college when he was clearly uncomfortable when someone was flirting with him to chase him off, and he had pretended to be your boyfriend numerous times when some creeps wouldn’t take the hint that you wasn’t interested in them, but that was short bursts. This was going to be an all day thing, and you didn’t know if your heart could take that.

“Pretty much.” Bradley knew it was a lot to ask, it even feel outside the parameters of your agreement and he was sure you were going to turn around any second now and tell him to get lost, that you wouldn’t do it. But as you opened your eyes with a resigned sigh and looked at him, he knew you weren’t going to do that.

“Okay Bradshaw, you got a deal. But…” You were caught off guard by Bradley reaching over and pulling you into a tight embrace, practically putting you onto his lap as he did so as he muttered thank you over and over again into your ear. You hugged him back and let out a gentle chuckle before pulling back, your hands on Bradley’s shoulders as his remained your waist where he had pulled you in.

Your heart picked up in your chest from the contact and you felt heat rush through your body as a blush spread across your cheeks, you didn’t want to pull away any further than you already were, you actually wanted to pull him closer to you and press your lips against his. In fact every muscle in your body was screaming at you to do just that but you didn’t listen, instead letting go of his shoulder and shuffling back to your position on the sofa.

“As I was saying, I need to know details of the wedding. Time, theme, colours, bridesmaid colours, dress code, what you’re wearing.” You ran your hand through your hair, starting to panic a little the more you thought about it, which Bradley saw. He reached a hand out and took the one carding through your hair in his, pulling it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to it and something about the gentle intimacy of it almost stopped your breathing.

“Stop panicking. I will text Mercury, uh, Gerard and ask him anything I don’t know and then I’ll text you. He’s asked all the groomsmen to wear their dress whites so it won’t be hard to match me. I don’t know the theme, the dress code for the reception for the women is princess? I don't actually know, and I don’t know about the colour scheme. But I will find out, I promise.” At Rooster’s words you calm a little, taking a few deep breaths to settle your racing heart before you nod.

“Okay, okay.” He gives you a smile before dropping your hand and reaching over to the coffee table, flipping open the pizza lid and pulling out a slice, handing it to you with a smile, “Now let’s eat before it turns to ice.”

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Saturday rolls around quicker than you would have liked, you thought you would be over the nerves by now but as the day approached the only seemed to get worse and worse until you felt your chest constricting and your lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves as you struggled to breath. Eyes squeezed tight, your hands gripped onto your island lip with such force that you knew your knuckles were turning white even without looking at them. Your thoughts were spiralling a little, little what ifs that were nothing if not intrusive thoughts like what if Bradley’s doing this to embarrass you? What if he’s doing just to make his ex jealous? What if? What if? What if? They swarmed your mind and you felt like you were beginning to drown.

Suddenly a hand is placed on your arm, slowly rubbing up and down the skin to soothe you and another is placed on your head slowly moving through your hair and you hear voices but they feel a million miles away, distorted by your heartbeat that was thundering in your ears. Slowly you opened your eyes, to see Natasha and Callie looking at you from either side with concern and you could see their mouths move but still couldn't quite make out the sound coming out. Callie removed her hand from your hair and instead used it to guide one of your own to her chest, where you could feel her taking deep long breaths and you tried your best to match the pattern. In for eight seconds, hold for six, out for eight and repeat. Your heart beat started to calm and you could start to make out what the girls at your side were saying.

“That’s it (Y/N)....”

“Nice and easy…”

“You’re okay…”

The tightness in your chest slowly fades, it still lingers but it doesn’t inhibit your breathing anymore, and the rapid beating of your heart slows to a relatively normal rate. Finally, your hands release their grip on the island and you stretch your fingers open and closed to ease the ache that had settled in them. Your eyes move to Natasha, whose hand is still running up and down your arm and then to Callie who stills holds one of your hands against her chest with a small smile and look of appreciation.

“Thank you guys.”

They give you small nods in return, Callie lets go of your hand and instead wraps an arm around your shoulder and brings you into a hug while Natasha threads her fingers through your hand, “No need to thank us,” it was Natasha who spoke, “I’m just glad we arrived when we did.”

Callie let out a soft ‘yeah’ agreeing with her girlfriend, “That looked pretty bad, you okay?” You had told the girls before about having panic attacks, you were at the Hard Deck one night, just the three of you, and some creep was not leaving you alone and you had a little freak out in the bathroom that they witnessed, but it had been a while since you had a full blown attack like the one you just experienced. You were glad the girls arrived then they did as well, you didn’t know how you were going to calm down from that one on your own and it was a gift to have them there grounding you.

With a small nod you pull back from Callie, “Yeah, I’m good now. It’s just one bad thought spiralled into another and another and another and I didn’t know how to pull myself out.” Natasha’s hand moved from your arm to rub at your back softly, knowing your body is probably still pumping with adrenaline, to sooth you further, the looks of concern remained but their lips turned up into soft smiles. They knew you were nervous about the whole thing, having lamented to them your nerves and fears when you went out dress shopping only yesterday because Rooster didn’t give you the details you needed to find a dress sooner.

The theme of the event was fairy tales and what can only be described as royaltycore, with the bride wearing a replica of the live action Cinderella dress and her bridesmaids baby blue and baby pink dresses obviously inspired by the dress worn by princess Aurora in sleeping beauty going by their shape (matching the wedding dress in the live action movie) and colour (an obvious nod to the changing blue and pink in the original animated feature), with a pastel colour scheme, Bradley had told you that guests would have to wear pastels that matched the table you were assigned and those wearing dresses were under orders (straight from the bride herself) to dress like the princess of their childhood dreams (and surprisingly she didn't care if you ended up looking better than her, it seems she just wanted to live out her childhood dream of living a fairy tale for just a few hours) , and the table you and Bradley would be placed at was designated the lavender table so you had to hunt for a lavender dress.

Having found nothing in San Diego you, Natasha, and Callie all ended up driving over 2 hours to LA in the traffic and heat to try and find something you could wear. You had formal dresses, having attended many a charity gala and medical events but they were all dark navys and emerald greens, you weren’t really one for pastels and you certainly didn't have anything that made you feel like a princess, in fact most of your dresses made you feel like a display, a prize to be given to the highest bidder as you were paraded around to convince donors to up their donations with a flutter of your eyelashes and your tits pressed against their arms as you walked, so you had to go out and shop for something.

While some of the dresses you found when in San Diego had potential, they were either the wrong shape or the wrong size (and you most definitely did not have time to have anything tailored) so you made the journey to L.A and finally found something in a small shop owned by an independent designer that had been recommended by Siren (who couldn’t join you as she was dragging a very nervous Bob to meet her family in Miami that weekend). You were lucky, it was the last of the dress in stock and it was just your size and, in Callies words, you looked like a knock-out in it. With dress in hand, the three of you made your way back to San Diego and settled in your respective homes just before midnight.

Natasha removed her hand from your back as she felt your breathing even out completely, the tightness in your chest was now completely gone and your panic had settled though nervousness still brewed in the pit of your stomach, and she turned to Callie with a smile, “Now let’s get you all dolled up.”

That’s right, you forgot you asked them to help you get ready, well you told them you didn’t know what to do with your hair and makeup and didn’t have time to book in with anyone to get it professionally done, to which Natasha let you know that Callie is phenomenal at doing makeup making a joke that if she wasn’t a pilot she would be on a movie set somewhere doing makeup for the stars. Callie blushed at the compliment and let you know she could do yours for you, while also volunteering Natasha to do your hair because she was surprisingly good at it. And that’s why they were at your place at 8am in the morning after getting home so late at night. You were gonna have to buy them a bottle of wine or two to thank them later.

Natasha guided you into your room, her hand in yours and placed you down in front of your vanity. It was an old thing, the one your mom used to keep in her room though she very rarely used it, but it was nice to have a piece of her. She turned you to the side, so you were facing the door into your ensuite while she positioned herself behind you and Callie positioned herself in front of you, placing her makeup bag on the vanity. You were thankful she brought it, the only makeup you had were the basics to make you look less like a zombie when out in the ED, some foundation, concealer, blush, eyeliner, and maybe three eyeshadow palettes none of which contained pastel colours. Under their instructions, you closed your eyes and let the girls get to work.

The ceremony was starting at 10, would be finished in 30 minutes and Rooster was coming to pick you up on his way to the reception venue, with the reception not due to start until 12, Rooster would pick up at 10.45, giving him time to get to the venue with the midday San Diego traffic.

Which was great, considering the fact that both Natasha and Callie restarted their entire process at least 3 times each drawing out the time it took for them to actually finish doing your hair and makeup, well that and the breaks you took to eat something and to sneak a drink of champagne that Callie had brought with her deciding you would need a little bit of an edge to calm your nerves before Rooster arrives. Between the stopping and restarting, your hair and makeup was finished by 10:40.

Though you couldn’t see yourself yet, Callie had covered up the mirror halfway through because you kept trying to peek, the looks on Callie and Natasha’s face were enough to let you know you looked good. “Beautiful. Now get your ass into your dress, I can hear Rooster pulling up.”

Callie left the room, leaving Natasha to help you get into your dress. As yout stripped out of your pyjamas, folding them neatly and placing them on the edge of your bed, Natasha turned away towards your bedroom door and started to remove your dress from the protective covering given to you at the boutique yesterday, while you made your way to your underwear drawer and pulled out a lacy thong and a strapless bra in a matching colour out and put them on. You then turned to Natasha who had removed the dress from the hanger and was holding it folded over her arm, you let out a gentle ‘okay’ to let her know it was okay for her to turn around.

While Natasha helped you into your dress, Callie let Rooster into your home with a smile and a bit of a questioning look as she noticed he was driving a black Bentley and not his usual bronco, “You give up the bronco?” Rooster rolled his eyes as he stepped over the threshold of your home with a small smile on his face.

“Gerard insisted all the groomsmen arrive in Bentley’s, he did wanna give me a driver but I insisted on driving to get (Y/N) myself.” Callie nodded her head as they walked into the open plan living room and kitchen, leaning against the island as she eyed up Rooster. Even she had to admit that he looked good in his dress whites.

“You clean up well Bradshaw.”

Roosters rolled his eyes at Callie, but his lips upturned slightly at the compliment, it fed his ego a little bit, though he only really cared about what you thought he looked like. Rooster’s eyes once again found the photo of the two of you at prom and a small smile spread across his face as he remembered just how beautiful you looked that night and how that was the first time he realised that he may have had not so friendly feelings towards you. He remembered his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he waited for your mom to go and get you from your room, how his hands felt clammy and his head began to spin as he saw you in your dress for the first time. This was no different, his heart was hammering in his chest as if it was trying to break through his ribs and throw itself directly into your hands, and his hands felt damp to his touch as he clasped them together in front of him to stop him fidgeting.

Callies eyes softened as she watched one of her best friends and she smiled, it was obvious from the very first day that you were Roosters girl to the point that even Hangman was leaving you alone not wanting to incur the wrath of a love sick Rooster, but now watching him Callie could see it was so much more than just an infatuation but was pure, deep love, one not everybody got to experience and those who did were lucky too. “She’s beautiful Bradley.”

Rooster’s eyes snapped to Callies and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he knew you were beautiful. You were always beautiful, even when you thought you looked your worst Bradley always thought you were the most ethereal being on the planet. The sound of a door opening and closing caused Bradley to look down the corridor he knew lead to your bedroom, but instead of you walking down there was Natasha with a smile on her face.

“She’s just getting her shoes on.” Bradley nodded his head as Natasha joined Callie leaning on the island, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek before she turned her eyes back to Bradley. She narrowed them slightly and crossed her arms over her chest as she looked him up and down.

“This is your one shot Bradshaw, fuck this up and I will run you over with my car.” Bradley wanted to ask what she was talking about, argue that there was nothing to fuck up, you were just friends, and you were only doing this as a favour to him, but the sound of your heels coming down the hall stopped him and he turned to look at you.

Callie wasn’t wrong, you were beautiful but you were so much more than that. You looked like an absolute goddess, your makeup made all your features pop, especially your eyes and

your hair was styled to perfection with little decorative butterflies poking out here and there to match your dress. Your dress. God, you truly looked like a fairy princess. A gorgeous lilac, floor-length gown, with butterflies decorating the skirt and collar line with pink highlights, including a pink belt around your waist.

The world around Rooster faded away as he looked at you, it was like he had tunnel vision and everything else faded to darkness, and his heart beat so rapidly and loudly in his chest he could hear it and felt like he was underwater. Eyes moving over your form, not every discreetly, a flush rose on his cheeks and he felt his throat dry up and constrict as he tried to vocalise anything to let you know what he was thinking.

The intensity of his stare at you blushing profusely, eyes moving away from him as you ran your hand over the skirt of your dress to distract yourself from his gaze, which you could physically feel on you as if it was peeling back the layers of your skin and muscle and staring directly at your heart, which was beating so rapidly against your ribcage. You were so distracted by not looking at Bradley, you can’t see the sly smiles shared by Natasha and Callie, or the way they were eyeing the two of you just waiting for one of you to make a move.

Taking a gulp, making his adams apple bob in his throat, Rooster clears his throat finally moving his eyes away from your form, though the blush he sports is still rapidly spreading across his face, “You look good angel.”

Mentally Rooster curses himself, was that seriously the best he could come up with? That you looked good? Did you really short-circuit his brain that badly that he couldn’t even compliment you properly? Natasha groans internally, throwing her head back in exasperation as she lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes. She knew Rooster was an idiot but this was beyond idiocy. You didn’t mind though, you gave Rooster a smile as you finally looked at him again.

“You look good too B.”

A smile spread across Rooster’s face as he reached out a hand for you to take, which you do with a small smile, “Your carriage awaits princess.” You roll your eyes at his extravagance, taking your clutch from Callie as Rooster escorts you to the car, which you give him a questioning look about and you laugh as he explains that he was forced too, but if he had a choice he would be driving you to the ball in his bronco.

Natasha and Callie watch with smiles as you laugh with one another before driving off and as you do the couple turn to one another and sigh, “They are absolutely hopeless.” Callie nods along to her girlfriend's words and clicks her tongue, “Completely hopeless.”

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The drive to the venue doesn’t take as long as you thought it would, the traffic isn’t as bad as anticipated with most people taking advantage of the beautiful morning and heading to the beach before temperatures reach their peak between mid-day and three pm. It’s a peaceful drive, mostly.

You of course tease Bradley about his moustache and how you’re surprised Gerard didn’t make him shave the ridiculous thing off to be in the wedding party and he rolled his eyes and chuckled, letting a little “you know you love my moustache” slip past his lips. And, surprisingly, you do love his moustache, though you would never let him know that it would simply inflate his ego to the point it would match Hangmans, and you did not need a cocky Bradley in your life.

But after you actually set off, conversation dies off with the only sound being the music playing gently from the speakers. You realise, half-way through the drive, that it’s a playlist of all your favourite songs from childhood and you smile at the thought that Bradley remembered and made a playlist specifically for you, you supposed it was to try and calm the nerve raging inside of you the closer you got to the venue.

For most of the ride, you’re sitting staring out the window with your elbow propped on the window and your head propped on a fist, just watching the world whizz by, occasionally moving your eyes to take in Bradley in his dress whites. Bradley is a handsome man, he knows he’s a handsome man and often uses that to his advantage, but in his dress whites? His dress whites take it to a whole other level and you swear he looks like Prince Charming coming to sweep Cinderella off her feet.

You take your time to admire him, from his nearly combed and styled hair that doesn’t have a hair out of place and it certainly being held in place by a mountain of products curving down along his chiselled jawline to his plump lips that had a light sheen to him, probably just a lip balm, but they looked so kissable as you stared at them for a little bit longer than you should have, being so lost in thought that you bite down on your own lips that were painted a light pink.

You finally move on from staring at Bradleys lips back across his jawline and down his neck, moving across his arms that looked absolutely amazing in the white overcoat until you reached his hands, which were gripping onto the steering wheel with such an intensity that his knuckles were starting to change colour and the veins in his hands bulged, causing heat to spread through your body as you thought about his hands on your body, wrapped around your throat, holding your waist, dipping lower and lower to where you wanted him the most. But before your mind wanders too far, you strip your gaze away from him and look back out the window to try and calm your now rapidly beating heart and quell the embers of burning desire.

Your gaze isn’t unnoticed by Rooster, oh no, he doesn’t even have to look over to know your staring at him, he can feel your emerald eyes burning into his skin as it moved over his form and as he looks over and sees you biting down on your lip, he has to suppress a groan because you looked so damn good and he didn’t know how long he could control himself if you kept looking at him like that, which is why he was gripping onto the steering wheel with such force to try and ground himself and focus on anything other than your pretty pink lips and how they would feel on his own, how they would feel pressed against the skin of his neck, his chest, his abdomen, his.

Suddenly, Rooster is shaken out of his thoughts as the venue comes into sight and he is directed by a concierge to park alongside the other groomsmens bentley’s and he quickly clears his throat before following the directions and pulling in. As he pulls the keys of the car out of the ignition, he turns to you with a smile tugging at his lips, eyes roaming over your body once again, “You ready?”

You take a few deep breaths, in for eight, hold for six, out for eight and repeat, close your eyes and steady your heart before turning to Bradley with a tight lipped smile and a gentle nod of your head, “Yeah, let’s do this.”

You go to open your door, but Bradley quickly slaps your hand away and you turn to him with a shocked expression. Bradley only gives you a goofy grin before he gets out of his own door, shutting it behind him, before he makes his way over to your door smiling at the other groomsmen who were gathered only a short distance away. Straightening out the collar of his jacket quickly, Bradley open’s your door for you and offers you his hand, which you roll your eyes at but gladly take, allowing him to help you out of the car.

You hear a couple of whistles as Bradley’s hands fall to your waist as you allow him to steady you, pulling you close to his chest in the process. You could hear a few voices calling out from behind you, all some variation of ‘go Bradshaw’ or ‘way to go Rooster’, which causes a blush to rise on your cheeks which actually mirrored the one on Bradley’s as he tried to let you go. You stopped him, moving your arms around his neck and pulling him down to put a kiss on his cheek. Afterall, you were supposed to be his girlfriend and with people watching, you were going to put on a show.

The blush you had seen on Bradley’s face was nothing compared to the one heating up his skin now, he looked like a tomato and he had to hide his face in your neck to avoid being seen by the other groomsmen who were whooping and hollering at the display of affection. You rolled your eyes at the antics but welcomed the display of affection from Rooster, especially as he snaked his arms fully around your waist and rubbed up and down your back. It was something you frequently did when you were both younger, a way for the both of you to ground one another when it was needed, and it was very much needed now as anxiety started to take root in your heart.

A strong smack on Rooster’s shoulder prompts him to pull away from you, “Rooster man, you gonna introduce us to your girl here or are you just gonna love up on her all night?”

The small group of groomsmen (a total of 3 excluding the groom) had made their way over to you and were now leaning either against the bentley you arrived in or the one beside it with cocky smiles on their faces and their arms crossed. You had to assume the one who smacked Rooster was the groom, Gerard.

“Uh, yeah. Gerard, this is my girl (Y/N).” Though he had pulled away from you, Bradley manoeuvred so he was now at your side with his hand around your waist. “(Y/N), this is Gerard, and the rest of the groomsmen are Sam, James, and Steve.” He motioned to each one as he introduced them and you met them all with a smile.

James was the first of the group to speak to you directly, his eyes trailed up and down your body appreciatively and even though you know he means no harm by it you can’t help but cringe slightly at the way his eyes rake over you, there was just something wrong with the way he did it, “Damn Bradshaw. When you said your girl was a knockout you really meant it.” Finishing off his sentence with a wink in your direction, he moves back to look at Rooster who holds you just that little bit closer.

“Yeah, I’m damn lucky to have her.”

You look up to Bradley with a smile, only to find him already looking at you with a softness you’re not used to. One that speaks to the way lovers look at one another in the privacy of their own homes, one that you had seen before in how your friend Graham looked at his husband and how Maverick looked at Penny. Not wanting to overthink, truly not wanting to think about it all, you turn back to the group of groomsmen and clear your throat.

“Are you all aviators?”

Steve is next to speak, “Gerard and Sam are, me and James are marines” You give a small hmm in acknowledgement before he continues on, “What about you? You in the navy?”

You shake your head with a small laugh, “No, I think my dad would have actually murdered me if I even considered joining the navy. Um, my dads a pilot, Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell?” All the men exchange wide eyed shocked looks and Sam lets out a whistle.

“Wow, Rooster, the Captains daughter? And not just any Captain at that, Maverick? I’m surprised he hasn’t skinned you alive.”

You roll your eyes a little at that, sure your dad was overprotective and had threatened a few of your ex boyfriends, the one person he would never threaten is Bradley, and you both knew that. “There are two people in the world my father is scared of, one was my mother when she was alive. She was small but she was mighty and quite the temper. The other is me, unfortunately for him I inherited my mothers temper and his attitude.”

The boys around you let out a small chuckle, imagining you going in on Maverick, which you had done multiple times when he took on a dangerous mission and told you nothing about it (not even his flight details or that fact that he was flying, you really ripped into him after the uranium mission). The conversation looked like it was going to continue, until a small frazzled red head with a clipboard approached the group, the wedding planner you guessed.

“Boys!! You are needed for photographs before the reception begins!!” You stifled a giggle as you saw them all roll their eyes at her and cast your eyes to the ground, knowing if you meet any of the groomsmens eyes you would burst out laughing. The wedding planner let out a huff as she looked at her watch and then stormed off in the direction of what you assumed was the entrance.

“That’s our cue then.” James is the first to move off, throwing you a quick wink as he stood up straight and started heading towards the entrance alongside Steve and Sam. Gerard stayed with you and Bradley as you started moving towards the entrance yourselves, Bradley’s hand still wrapped firmly around your waist. As you walk the few metres to the entrance, Bradley and Gerard joke amongst themselves and all you can do is smile. Bradley was well and truly relaxed, you could feel it as he held you. There was no tension in his muscles, they way there usually was even if you were just hanging at the Hard Deck or at your place or at the hanger, even the micro muscles in his face seemed relaxed.

Stopping at the entrance, Gerard motions into a girl in a beautiful light purple dress with constellations stitched into the skirt and a small silver tiara in her hair, who was standing by a table of champagne, talking to an older woman in a beautiful regency style dress that looked like it had been picked out of Bridgerton , “That’s Sarah, she’s my cousin and Sam’s girl. Let her know your Rooster’s girl and she’ll show you to your table, she’s sitting with you. That’s her mother with her, my aunt Millie, be careful she’ll talk your ear off if you let her,” the last bit is spoken in a whisper as Gerard bends down to your ear, causing you to smile.

You nod your head and go to move in her direction, but Bradley grabs your hand and pulls you back into him, lifting your hand up and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. It was something he had done before, the night you had agreed to this whole charade, and again it took your breath away as the simple intimacy of it made your head feel light.

“I’ll be in soon, okay?” You give him a gentle nod and a soft ‘yeah’ falls past your lips, which is enough for him to let you go. You give him a smile as you turn towards the entrance, eyes following him from your peripheral as he moves towards where the photos are being taken until he is out of your view and you look at Sarah, who has turned to look at you having heard you coming.

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sarah.” She offers a hand out to you, which you take, and you instantly relax as you take in her gentle and welcoming smile and how something about her just eases peace, maybe it’s the constellations on her dress calming you or maybe she oozes the same energy that you found in them.

“Hi,” You don’t expect your voice to sound as small as it does and you quickly clear your throat before you continue, “I’m (Y/N), I’m uh…”

A look of excitement crosses across her features as she clasps her hands together and lets out a small squeal, “You’re Roosters girl? The doctor?” You nod your head slowly, shock settling in as to how she knew who you were, which you apparently weren’t good at hiding, as she links arms with you and smiles widely.

“At the rehearsal dinner the other day he could not stop talking about you! Honestly, I wish Sam talked about me as passionately as Rooster spoke about you. And, honey, the way his eyes lit up anytime someone asked about you, it’s adorable.”

Relief washes over you, Rooster had already spoken about you. He had planted the seeds that this relationship was legit in the minds of all the people here already, that made things easier. Now you just had to act like you were desperately in love with him, which was easy considering that you were no matter how much you refused to admit it to yourself.

Aunt Millie now turned to you with a smile and a glass of champagne, “Hello dear, I’m Mildred but you may call me Millie.”

You gently take the glass from her with a smile, “Hello Millie, my name’s (Y/N).” Her gentle smile and warm eyes remind you of your grandmother, and of the countless old ladies who made their way into an er throughout the year as a means to battle their loneliness, Gerard had said she would talk you ear off and you would have gladly let her if it meant she was a little less lonely for the night.

“Well my dear’s, almost all the guests are seated, shall we join them?” Sarah smiles at her mother and links her other arm through hers, keeping one linked with you, as you walk into the main reception area. Your mouth gaped open as you looked around, it was absolutely stunning. Vine wrapped stone pillars decorated with tiny lights that you were sure would look like twinkling stars once the night had hit, beautifully arranged circular tables curved in a crescent shape with a two person table at the centre reserved for the bride and groom that was decorated with beautiful white gardenias and wild flowers on top of a soft pink table cloth that resembled the colour of rose quartz,, with a lavender table either side (one for the groomsmen and their plus ones and one for the bridesmaids and their plus ones), which was followed by sky blue, then a gentle green colour, then a soft yellow, and then it repeated in reverse order (yellow,green, then blue, then lavender).

Each table had a flower centrepiece matching the colour of the table cloth, some sprigs of lavender on the lavender tables, blue daisies at the blue tables, limelight hydrangeas at the green tables, and coreopsis at the yellow tables. In the centre of the tables was the dance floor, edges decorated with bushes, all filled with blooming flowers of varying colours (you would have to assume most of them were artificial or else the smell would be completely overpowering), and hanging above it was a gorgeous chandelier that had been threaded with the same wildflowers as the bride and grooms table.

Behind the bride and groom's table, towards the back sat a photobooth very similar to the one found at proms and homecoming dances with a box of props at the side, that included toy swords, tiaras, and feather boas. At the very back of the room, hidden behind the floral background of the photobooth, was a pair of white arched doors that you assumed lead to the beach, if you listened close enough you could hear the waves crashing against the shore. It was like walking into a fairy tale.

Sarah gently guided her mother to her table and seat, it was at the blue table next to yours and she was seated with the mother and father of the groom, as well as some admirals from the navy who usually regarded you with a slight of disdain having meet you at naval event alongside your father, but now meet you with apprehensive smiles and a tilt of their glass in acknowledgment. You gave Millie a gentle goodbye and a promise that you would join her for a conversation at another time during the night.

Sarah then guided you to your own seat, the lavender table at the right hand side of the two person table, the groom's side you were assuming, and to your seat, though you probably could have figured that out yourself as placed at it was a placard with gentle swishing writing spelling your name. Thankfully, you were sat right next to Sarah and Rooster would be sitting on your right.

At the table were two other women already and Sarah introduced you to them as Peggy and Natasha, Steve’s fiance and James girlfriend. They’re both lovely women and conversation between the four of you flows quite easily, you discuss your respective careers, learning that Peggy actually works as a nurse in the paediatric unit of your new hospital, and Natasha teaches self defence, and Sarah is a pre-K teacher.

Throughout your conversation you feel eyes burning into you, though not in an unsettling way, more so a questioning way as if to determine if you were who you actually were and as you move your eyes away from the group of girls around you, you find a pretty blonde staring at you from the far lavender table on the bride’s side with a little bit of sadness in her eyes. She sits next to a tall man with dark curls and a soft lilac suit that perfectly matches her dress. She’s stunning and you quirk your head to the side, curious as to why she’s staring at you but, realisting she’s been caught, she quickly looks away from you.

You didn’t realise that everyone (minus the wedding party) were seated until the sound of the wedding march started to play from the speakers within the room and the door opens with the maid of honour and Sam making their way in first, followed by the next bridesmaid and Steve, and then the next bridesmaid and Bradley (who gives you a wink) as he enters, and then the next bridesmaid and James. All four of them make their way across the dance floor and to the couple’s table, where they separate to their respective sides with wide smiles.

“Introducing the newly wed Mr and Mrs Alcove!” Sam's loud tenor voice booms across the room, even without a mic, and in comes the happy couple wrapped up in each other’s arms. You had to admit you thought the bride was going to look ridiculous when Bradley had told you she was wearing a replica of the Cinderella dress, thinking she was going to be wearing the large iconic blue dress, but she looked absolutely stunning in the much simpler replica of the wedding dress from the live action movie. The dress was a beautiful creamy colour with a long, flowing skirt decorated with flowers, and atop the bride's head sat a gorgeous crown. She well and truly looked like a princess.

You smile and clap with the rest of the guests, some of them whooping and hollering as the couple make their way to the table. The couple share a passionate kiss in front of the table, arms wrapping around one another as if they needed the other to breathe, before sitting down and motioning for their wedding party to do the same. The party splits to either side of the table and takes their seat and as Bradley sits beside you, you reach over and place your hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently as you turn to him with a smile that he gladly returns.

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The meal begins and conversation surges amongst the table, though it’s hushed it brings a buzz to the air and electrifies it. You're enjoying the conversation amongst your own table, Sam was telling a story about how Bradley literally tripped and broke his nose trying to impress someone while they were on deployment with each other. You, of course, laugh along to the story while Bradley leans back in his chair with a bit of a huff.

Once again you can feel the same eyes as earlier on you and as you look up, you’re once again met by the same blonde staring at you but this time she doesn’t look away until Bradley catches her eye. You can feel him straighten beside you as he leans forward, one arm wrapping around the back of your chair as he whispers in your ear, “That’s Molly.” And with that, the staring makes sense, though you’re still unsure how she knew it was you. With Sarah, you had introduced yourself but you hadn’t so much as said a word to the other girl.

Bradley leans back in his chair again, but keeps his arm wrapped around the back of your chair, his fingers rubbing gentle circles on your bare shoulder as you lean back into the chair.

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After dinner and speeches, and first dances, Bradley joined the rest of the groomsmen to smoke a cigar out the front of the venue, joined by the wedding photographer who wanted to get a few more candid shots of the boys (you assumed she was still going to pose them, but in a more natural manner), leaving you at the table by yourself as Sarah had disappeared to talk to some of her relatives a few tables down and Peggy and Natasha (she insisted on you calling her Nat, but you just couldn’t having stored that nickname away for Phoenix) joined the bridal at the bridesmaids table for a conversation. Your eyes had met with Millies over the crowd, and you had every intention of going over to join the woman and converse with her, but a body landing in Sarah’s seat next to you stops you.

You turn to look who it was, not knowing anybody but those sat at your table, and find Molly sitting next to you. She looks nervous, chewing on her lips and fiddling with the golden chain wrapped around her left wrist, as she looks around for someone. She looks for a good few seconds, making sure whoever she was looking for was not going to suddenly pop up out of nowhere and usher her away, before her eyes settled on you.

When they do, you expect to see rage, jealousy, hate. Instead, they’re soft and kind and hold a hint of sadness in them that you recognise immediately, it's a look you’ve worn yourself. One of mourning a love lost, of grieving over a relationship you would never have, and you realise she’s mourning her relationship with Bradley.

Molly clears her throat slightly and she releases her lips from her teeth as she speaks, “I’m…uh, I’m Molly but you probably already know that.” Her eyes shuffle away from your face in nervousness, settling instead on the sprigs of lavender in the centre of your table, “And you’re (Y/N), right?”

You nod at her question, afraid to open your mouth but still wanting to acknowledge what she was saying, and she gives a small smile. “I thought so. When we were together Rooster would talk about you, tell me stories about the two of you, you look just like he described you.” You flush slightly, heat engulfing your cheeks, you didn’t know Rooster talked about you to Molly, didn’t know he spoke to anyone about you. “You really are as beautiful as he said.”

Molly’s eyes moved away from the lavender, landing on you and she tilted her head to the side with a small sigh. You know she isn’t here to be malicious, especially as she moves to take your hand in hers gently, “I shouldn’t be talking to you. The ex talking to the new girl? People will probably think I’m threatening you” You both let out a small chuckle at that, and you must admit she had a beautiful smile.

“That’s not what I’m here to do, promise.” She looks around her once again, this time you’re able to gather that she’s looking for Rooster, “I just wanted to let you know how in love Rooster is with you.” You’re shocked, and she gives a small giggle at your face as your mouth opens slightly.

“I’m not saying this to make you feel guilty, I am truly happy for Rooster that he finally managed to get you to agree to date him and , but I…I thought Rooster loved me, and maybe some part of him did, but after reading the letters I knew he would never love me like he loved you…” She looks back down to the bracelet on her arm and moves her hand away from yours to play with it again, “And seeing you two together? Seeing how he looks at you like you placed each individual star in the sky, as if you were born from stardust and the cosmos itself? God….”

Your brain finally catches up to you, and you reach an arm out to touch Mollys arm, “Wait. What letters?” Molly matches your confused look with one of her own, raising an eyebrow as she looks at you, “You haven’t seen the letters? He has a whole box of them, all addressed to you starting from when he was in basic and the most recent was one from his mission before he got called back to Top Gun.”

Your head suddenly feels too full, a million questions running through your head. He wrote you letters? All this time? Why didn’t he ever send them? What about them made Molly realise he was in love with you? Where were they now? Why did he keep them? Alongside your racing thoughts, your heart started to beat rapidly in your chest as the same tightness from this morning returned and you struggled to breath. Suddenly the sound of the party felt like it was a million miles away and it was distorted as if you were underwater, the pounding sound of your heart all you could hear, as your head started to feel dizzy and the room started to ring.

You could vaguely feel Molly reach out to you, a look of concern on her face, and she was speaking to you but you couldn’t make out exactly what she was saying. It seemed she called someone because in a second Sarah was at her side, a hand on your arm, she was also talking but you couldn’t make out what she was saying. You tried to relax your breathing, eight in, hold for six, eight out, a few times but it wasn’t working. As you panicked, your eyes moved from Molly and Sarah looking around the room for a way out and finally your eyes caught the edge of the arched doors leading to outside world, and you stand suddenly, knocking Sarah back slightly and mumble out, “I need…I need air,” as best you could given your inability to breath properly.

You rush away from the table and push through the large oak doors, letting them slam behind you, though you were sure no one was able to hear over the pounding bass of the music playing. It was dark out, night having fallen about an hour earlier, with the only light coming from the small porch you were standing on. Your eyes scan around you, the beach spreads out before you with the ocean only a short bit away and in a sudden decision you strip yourself of your shoes, leaving them on the porch, and stalk towards the water, not caring and not really in a rational mind to care about your dress.

You step into the water, walking until your ankles are fully covered and the skirt of your dress floats around you. The cold is a shock to your system and though the freezing cold would stop your panic attack you’re in too deep now for it to work, so instead you look to the sky. Lucky for you it’s a clear night and you can see some of the twinkling stars in the sky.

The stars, the one constant in a world of chaos and if your body was anything right now it was pure chaos. Your thoughts still hadn’t subsided and your heart was still thundering, the tightness in your chest remained the same and it felt like every breath you took was like breathing in shards of glass. You focused on the stars, tracing the familiar patterns of the constellations and picturing them in your head as you go. Slowly your heartbeat starts to slow and then your breathing even outs, your thoughts are cleared as you go over the names and summaries of each constellation you find.

Suddenly strong arms are wrapping around your waist and the scent of Bradley’s cologne fills your nostrils as he pulls you against his chest, saying nothing, just letting you ground yourself and come back down to earth.

The silence lingers for a few moments as you gather yourself, “How’d you know I was out here?”

Bradley chuckles slightly, arms tightening around your waist, “Sarah came out and got me, said you looked like you were having a panic attack and you ran off. Knew you would be somewhere looking at the stars.” You hum lightly in response, leaning your head back against his chest. It’s peaceful for a few seconds before you remember why you had your panic attack. Suddenly you’re pulling forward and turning towards Bradley with your arms crossed.

“Tell me about the letters Bradley”

Rooster curses to himself and avoids looking into your eyes, he knew he should have never left you alone. Should have known that Molly would seek you out, say something that gave away his secret. He brings his hands in front of him, wringing them together over and over again nervously.

“I-I…” Rooster was struggling to find something to say, wanting nothing more than for a huge wave to come and knock into the two of you so he could disappear. Your gaze was piercing, eyes narrowing slightly as he took too long to reply.

“I… I wrote them and then I meant to send them, I promise” Roosters hand carded through his hair, the effects of the products fading as he messed it up by doing so. Still he refuses to look at you, and you huff at it a little.

“Why didn’t you?” You uncross your arms, instead bringing your arms down and playing with your fingers in nervousness.

“Because…” Now Bradley looks in your eyes and he looks nervous, he couldn’t believe himself. Bradley flew F-18’s for a living, went into dangerous situations every day but this was the most scared he had ever been in his life. “No matter what I wrote, even if it was just about my day, about training, no matter the words, the only thing I wanted to write was I love you. I wanted to write it over and over and over again until my hands bled and that is not the confession you deserve.”

You let out a laugh, tears gathering in your eyes, “And this is?” You didn’t want to cry, didn’t mean to, but you were so overwhelmed with emotions that it was the only outlet you had. You still had residual adrenaline in your veins from your panic earlier and you were happy, oh so happy, that Bradley was in love with you, with his confession it was like every nerve in your body lit up at once and the only way you could express it was tears.

Bradley curses under his breath again, reaching a hand out to wipe the tears forming on your lash lines, “God no it’s not. This is not how I wanted to do this.” You let out another huff, rolling your eyes and looking away from him.

“Were you ever gonna do it or were you gonna let me go throughout the rest of my life thinking you didn’t love me back?”

Bradley, who had dropped his hand and turned his eyes away with your huff, snaps his eyes back to yours. He wasn’t expecting that, not in 100 years did he expect you to be in love with him as well.

“You really didn’t know?” He shakes his head, hands now reaching out to grab at yours as you step closer to him. You looked so pretty as you looked up at him through your lashes with a smile on your lips. You reached up to him, cupping his jaw gently in your hand and rubbing your thumb gently across the apple of his cheek.

“God Bradley. You wanna know why all my other relationships failed Bradley? Because I compare them all to you. No one was ever you. I have been in love with you since we were 16 and no other man or woman has ever compared to you.”

Bradley gulps, his adam's apple bobbing as he does, and he watches your eyes looking for any hint of dishonesty. Any glimmer that you were having him on. But there's nothing but love in your eyes, and suddenly he sees what everyone else saw. Pure, unbridled love.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is soft as his hands move to hold you at your waist and you answer by pulling him down and pressing your lips against his. The kiss is sweet and gentle, your lips moulding together perfectly, but still filled with passion as he pulls you closer to his body. It wasn’t like the books described, no fireworks, no sparks, but rather a feeling of peace. One of home, as if your souls had been reaching out to each other your whole lives and were now touching. And though the kiss is sweet and soft and innocent, you can’t help the feeling of heat pooling in your abdomen as you thought of where this could be heading next.

You pull back from one another, but still stay close as he presses his forehead against yours and you wrap your arms around his neck. You stand like that, simply holding each other for a few moments, until a chill settles in you and you start to shiver a little.

Bradley gives you a small smirk, “Why don’t we head home and get warmed up? Huh?” You smile as he wiggles his eyebrows at you, making an obvious innuendo that you were all too happy to carry out, and nod and, reluctantly, untangle yourself from Bradley, making your way to the shoreline where you notice he’s abandoned his dress shoes. You suddenly turn to him with wide eyes and a hand over your mouth.

“Bradley! You’re dress whites!” He simply shakes his head with a smile, taking your hand in his as he puts his shoes back on, “Don’t worry about it angel. I’ll get them dry cleaned.” He places a kiss on your forehead to calm your nerves before you make your way back to the venue.

You disappear back into the room, your heels now in your hand, and make your way over to the table where Sarah is now sat with Natasha, Peggy, and Molly, who are all looking at you with slight concern. You simply smile and lift your purse, “I’m fine, promise. But we’re,uh, we’re gonna head home” The girls smile and give you hugs as you go, with Peggy promising to stay in touch and Natasha gives you a ‘be safe’ with a wink.

As you said goodbye to them, Bradley ordered the two of you an uber, having had a few beers and you having had a few champagnes and wine, and said goodbye to the groomsmen who are all giving him knowing looks, especially as you approach behind Bradley and place your hand on his upper forearm and rub it gently as you give your own goodbyes to the boys.

The uber is quick in arriving and you and Bradley climb into the back seat, anxious to get back to your place (which is closer than Bradley’s who lives in Fightertown). In the back of the car, your hand finds Bradley’s thigh and you start to rub gently on it, biting down on your lip as you do. You feel Bradley tense at the touch, his eyes shifting to watch you and figure out what you’re doing and he swears to god that the you were trying to kill him with the way you’re biting your lip and looking at him like you wanted to jump his bones right here in the back of the uber.

As your hand ghosts closer and closer to his hardening cock, Bradley has to suppress a groan, instead pretending to cough as he glares at you. You were playing a very dangerous game. He grabs at your hand as it ghosts across his cock, loose enough that you can pull away if you want but tight enough that it sends a warning. You only smile at him, cocking an eyebrow, “Everything okay, lieutenant?”

The sound of his rank rolling off your tongue has Bradley biting back a moan as he throws his head back against the headrest, you were definitely going to be the death of him, and by the looks of it you knew exactly what you were doing to him. Instead of releasing your hand, he threads his fingers through it to stop your hand from wandering and you pout a little in your seat.

The drive to your place was far too long for Bradley, seemingly dragging on forever despite the almost empty roads, but that might have been the frustration bubbling inside of him that only seemed to grow every time he met your lust-blown eyes. When you finally stop at your place, he rushes out a thanks as he all but tumbles out of the car, causing you to giggle, and makes his way to your side, opening your door for you with a goofy grin on his face.

You mutter out a thanks to the driver before taking Bradleys outreached hand and climbing out yourself, you’re barely out of the car before the driver speeds off leaving you and Bradley at the bottom of the path leading to your place. Bradley can’t help himself as he cups your face in his hands and presses a deep kiss to your lips, which you gladly reciprocate, moving your lips in sync as you grab at the collar of his jacket.

You don’t wanna end the kiss, so instead you twist a little and start walking back on the path and Bradley’s hands move from your face to your waist to hold you steady and help prevent you from falling. Your back hits against the front door and you finally pull away from Bradley with laboured breaths, “I… I need to…”

All words vanish from your mind as Bradley starts to kiss down your neck, squeezing gently where his hands meet your hips, stopping at a particular spot that has you whining in pleasure to pay extra attention to it, you could already imagine the bruise that would be there come the morning. At your little sounds, Bradley smirks against your skin and kisses back up your neck making his way to your lips once again, where he places a gentle peck.

“What was that angel?” You roll your eyes at him playfully, turning your back to him with a smile as you start to rummage through your bag for your keys, which would be a thousand times easier if Bradley didn’t preoccupy himself with running his hands over your clothed body and placing kisses against your neck and shoulders, giving you a matching hickey on the other side. Finally, and with a fumbling hand, you find your keys and quickly unlock your door before turning to Bradley and pulling him in by his collar, dropping your purse by the door and pushing it closed with your foot.

Bradley hums appreciatively into your mouth, arms wrapping around your waist once again and pushing you against the door once again. You stay there, kissing each other slowly and passionately, as if you had all the in the world to enjoy each other. Eventually Bradley pulls away from you, laboured breaths fanning against your face as yours fanned against his and you want nothing more than to pull him forward into another kiss but you also know if you continued this here you wouldn’t make it to the bedroom.

You placed a hand on his chest, your blown out eyes looking into his, “I want this off lieutenant.” This time Bradley let’s himself moan at how his rank rolls of your tongue and pulls away from you enough to let himself the room to unbutton his jacket, and for you to bend down and take your shoes (which you put back on waiting for the uber, not wanting to carry them) off, throwing them down beside your purse.

After all the buttons are undone, your hands are spreading across the expanse of Bradley’s chest that was still covered by his hunder shirt until you are moving the jacket down his shoulders and off his body completely. His lips press to yours once again and you run your hand up his chest, and around his neck to play with the little hairs at the base of his neck. With this kiss, Bradley pushes his tongue into your waiting mouth and plays with your own causing a small moan to resonate from your throat.

While your hands are preoccupied, Bradleys are smoothing over your hips and running up the expanse of your rib cage to reach behind you and undo the zip on your dress, which he does quite fluidly and the bodice falls gently from your chest onto Bradleys. You pull away from him again, finger pressing against his white undershirt, “This too.”

Bradley only smirks and gladly removes the offending item of clothing, allowing you to take a step back so that your dress would fall from your frame completely and pool at the ground which leaves you in nothing but the matching set of underwear you put on earlier. Bradley groans at the sight, his hands reaching out to paw at the skin now exposed to him. He grips at your hips tightly, fingers digging into the skin as he does, pulling you close to his body.

“You are so goddamn perfect.”

If you weren’t already flushed from the situation, you most definitely would be from his compliment. You place a hand on Bradleys chest, pushing him slightly so he starts to walk backwards down your hall towards the bedroom, and while Bradley loved seeing you take a little bit of control he couldn’t let you have it all. So he very quickly has you pushed against the wall of the hall, right beside a photo of him and you, with his knee pressed between your thighs and he swears he can feel how wet you are through your panties and his dress trousers, causing him to groan as he kissed you once again. This time a little bit more fervently than the last.

You happily reciprocate, mixing your tongue with his and throwing your arms around his neck to pull him as close as possible. You moan gently as he knocks the knee in between your thigh against your aching core, which only encourages him to do it again only harder. This time you pull away from him with a desperate moan and he smirks at you.

“You like that angel?” You nod your head at him as he presses against you again and this time you grind down to meet the movement, letting out a moan as you do so. The sight of you grinding down on his knee has Bradley groaning and growing even harder in his dress pants than he was before. He needed to have you and he needed to have you now. Quickly, Bradley falls to his knees in front of you, his hands making quick work of discarding your panties, and he moans at the sight of you.

“You’re so wet angel, is all this for me?” He looks up at you through his lashes, hands now gripping onto your thighs and he looks so good between your thighs, pupils absolutely blown so that very little iris remains and a devilish smirk on his face. You can only nod at him, to which he tuts and bites gently down on your thigh causing you to whine. “Come on now angel, use your words like a good girl”

You swear you feel your wetness dripping down your thighs at his word and you bite back the whine gathering in your throat, “All for you lieutenant,” you had noticed the effect calling him by his rank had on him earlier and you were going to fully take advantage of that.

“That’s a good girl”

Suddenly Rooster licks a stripe up your slit, causing you to throw your head back with such force your picture frame shakes and let out a moan, your hand coming to tangle in Bradley’s hair as he continues to lick at your cunt. It goes at it like a man starved being presented his last meal, licking and sucking at your clit as he goes, which has you a moaning, panting mess above him, barely able to utter a coherent word other than ‘Bradley’.

You were teetering so close to the edge now, the coil in your stomach tightening and tightening. Bradley removed a hand from your thigh, instead bringing it round to rub gentle circles on your clit while he pushed his tongue into your entrance, causing you to tug on his hair with such a force that Bradley moaned and that was it, the coil in your stomach snapped and suddenly you were cuming all over Bradley’s face with a choked moan of his name.

But that didn’t stop him, no Bradley continued on throwing you into overstimulation as he swapped his finger and mouth. His mouth latched onto your clit while his middle finger slide into you, you were a babbling mess of ‘too much, too much’ but Bradley wasn’t going to stop. Not when you tasted and felt so good. Slowly he entered a second finger into you and you could feel your coil tightening once again as he moved in and out of you, occasionally curling his fingers to try and find the spot. Which he quickly does, your sharp intake of break and deep moan letting him know he’s found it.

Bradley lets go of your clit with a pop and looks up at you, slightly teary eyed at the overstimulation and with your mouth wide open as moan and moan slipped from your lips. He could have stayed like this forever, just watching you as he got you off with his mouth and fingers. He continued to abuse your g-spot, pressing against every time his finger push into you, watching your face twist in pleasure as he does. God you look and feel so good that he can’t help but reach into his dress trousers to rub at his cock to get some kind of relief, because at this point he feels like he might burst.

Bradley feels you tightening around his fingers and he presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh, “You gonna cum for me again angel?” You nod your head, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure courses through you and the coil in your stomach gets tighter. This time Bradley bites at your thigh and scissors his fingers inside of you, “What I say angel? Gotta use your words?”

You let out another strangled moan, the coil read to snap once again, “Yes lieutenant, gonna cum again.” Bradley smirks against your thigh, you can feel it against your skin as he presses another gentle kiss there, “Go ahead angel, cum for me.”

Another strangled cry of his name falls past your lips as you cum for a second time and Bradley nearly moans at the sensation of you squeezing on his fingers and he can’t help imagine that feelings on his cock when he fucks you. Pulling his fingers from you, Bradley stands once again, smirking at your already fucked out expression, and places his fingers on your lips. Without needing instruction, you open your mouth and suck them in, swirling your tongue around them to clean them off.

“You’re such a good girl angel.” You whimper at his words and Bradley pulls his fingers from your mouth to cup your jaw and pull you into another searing kiss as his other hand wraps around your thigh and pulls it up to his waist in silent instruction, which you follow jumping to wrap both your legs around his waist, your bare cunt now rubbing against the fabric of his dress trousers and against his clothe cock hidden inside, causing a moan to fall from both your lips.

Bradley pulls you from the wall and proceeds to move towards your bedroom, he had spent the night innocently when you first moved in earlier in the week and knew exactly where he was going, never breaking your kiss as he does. Gently, he lowers you down onto your bed before breaking your kiss to stand at the end of your bed and watch you. Your pupils are completely blown and you whine at the loss of contact, which he finds just absolutely adorable.

“Patience angel. Now be a good girl and take your bra off for me.” You do as you're told, reaching behind you to unhook your bra and then throwing it somewhere in your bedroom, as Bradley reaches down and strips himself of his dress pants and boxers. Now, you had heard many a rumour in college about Bradley and how well endowed he was, and you were very happy to say that the rumours were true.

As Bradley’s cock smacks against his stomach, you salivate at the sight of it. You sit up as Rooster crawls onto the bed, strong thighs in between your knees, your chest rubbing against his providing stimulation to your nipples that has you moaning which Bradley takes advantage of by shoving his tongue into your mouth. You moan at the sensation, one hand grabbing at his neck while the other reaches down to stroke his cock.

You rub gently at the tip first, gathering the precum in your palm, which Bradley moans obscenely at, and then you start moving your hand up and down his length using the precum as a lubricant. You smirk into your kiss with Bradley as he continues to moan at the sensation of your hand wrapped around his length, suddenly the sensation of your nail scratching lightly at the underside of his cock has him cursing and stuttering forward. Bradley knew he wasn’t going to last long if you continued your teasing and there was no way he was going to cum unless he was wrapped in your pretty pussy.

Suddenly Bradley grabs your hand from his length, as well as the one on his neck, and pins them above your head with one hand with a small growl that has you clenching your thighs together to get some friction despite having already came twice.

“That's enough teasing from you angel.”

You whine lightly, and struggle against his grip, wanting to touch him, but he simply tuts at your behaviour and rubs his cock through your folds, catching your clit on the tip as he does. You moan at the sensation and let a please slip past your lips.

“Please what baby?”

“Ple…Please fuck…fuck me lieutenant”

You can barely get the words out as Bradley continues rocking though your folds, hitting against your clit every time he does, but you do. Bradley smiles, leaning down to kiss you as he lines himself up with your entrance and pushing himself in. You gasp at the stretch, eyes closing and mouth falling open as you do.

“You okay angel?”

You nod your head, “Yes, feels s’good, keep going.”

Bradley was not one to deny you what he wanted, so slowly he kept going until he was bottomed out in you. God you felt absolutely amazing as you squeezed him trying to adjust to the size. He was definitely bigger than anything you had before, so you needed time to adjust. After a few seconds you're begging Bradley to move, you needed him to move, and so he obeys by pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in again which causes a loud, pornogaphic moan to fall from your lips.

He does it again, and again, hitting the right spot over and over again as he did, which caused you to see stars but you still needed more. “Faster Bradley, please.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Bradley moves faster, causing a moan to fall from your lips with every movement. The pleasure was immense, you could feel every part of him inside you, every ridge and every vein pressing against your walls and you could swear his head was hitting against your cervix, and you could feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten once again.

You begin to babble out Bradley’s name as you approached another orgasm and he threads the fingers of the hand holding your arms down with one of yours, letting the other one go to come down and grab at his shoulder as he pistoned his hips into you, “I’m right here angel, you’re doing so well for me.”

He lets out a deep moan as you squeeze down on him with the praise, pressing kisses and bites to your shoulders and collarbones, moving his way down until his lips wrapped around your nipples as a way to contain his sounds and to stop him from speaking, because if you squeezed down on him everytime he praised you there was no way he was lasting to give you another orgasm, and he was determined to give you another one.

With a sharp snap of his hips, he finds your g-spot once again, moving on from beating your cervix, and instead beating into that spot over and over again causing loud moans and whimpers to fall from yours lips as the coil inside you tightened and tightened again and with a whimper you let Bradley know you’re gonna cum again.

With a pop he releases your nipple and brings his free hand down to rub at your clit to bring you over the edge as he continues his abuse of you g-spot, “Come on angel, cum for me. You’ve been taking me so well.”

With the pressure on your clit and the praise falling from Bradley’s lips you quickly fall over the edge and cum around his cock, the pressure from you squeezing him so tightly causing his hips to stutter as he reaches his own peak, filling you up with his cum. You openly moan at the sensation of him pulsing inside you, the feeling of his cum painting your walls just felt amazing to you.

Bradley quickly presses a kiss to your lips as he pulls out of your sensitive hole, and runs a hand gently through your hair, your little butterflies lost somewhere in the chaos. You place a hand against his cheek and kiss him back gently, your fingers moving to push some hair off his sweaty forehead. As he pulls his lips of yours, Bradley presses his forehead against yours with a goofy smile on his face.

“You’re amazing (Y/N), I love you”

“I love you too Bradley”

Bradley lifts himself off you and off the bed, to which you groan already missing his warmth, and Bradley just rolls his eyes a little as he moves towards the bathroom. “I’m only getting a washcloth to clean up with, stop being a baby.”

You still pout at his turned back, though you are grateful he’s going to clean you up, most men didn’t but then again Bradley wasn’t most men. He’s back in seconds, a damp washcloth in hand and he’s gentle in the way he wipes you down from your neck and chest to your aching pussy where his cum is dripping out, making sure to wipe down your thighs as well before throwing the washcloth in your wash basket.

Bradley gently lifts you from the bed, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he does, so he can pull back the blankets before he sets you back down. Though you are desperate for his touch, and he knows it, he goes over to the drawer he knows you keep your pyjamas in and pulls out and oversized shirt he gave you in college and then he goes to a drawer you had made up for him of some sweats and stuff so he could get changed at your place after training.

Quickly, he slips the sweats on over his hips before making his way back over to you. Your eyes are slightly glazed over and they are struggling to stay open as you fight with sleep, but still you turn to him and match the small smile on his face. “Arms up”

Bradley’s voice is soft but still commanding and you do as your told, raising your arms up so he can put the oversized shirt on you. Once it’s on, he leans on the bed slightly and presses a kiss to your forehead, “You need anything angel? Water? Snacks?”

You shake your head and move over on the bed, “Just you B”

Bradley smiles and crawls into bed next you, pulling you close to his chest as he wraps his arms around your shoulder. Your head rests on his pec while your hand reaches out to rest opposite you, just about his heart, and you follow the rhythm of beating until your eyes are closing and your drifting off to sleep.

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You wake up to a text from an unknown number of a photo of you and Bradley wrapped up in one another in the ocean the night before, you seemed to be in the perfect position for the moon to illuminate your bodies as you kiss, “You’re souls are so deeply intertwined with one another that even the moon bends to your love xxx Molly”.

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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

It was always a bittersweet experience returning home. On one hand, I had the pleasure of seeing all my relatives, both distant and close. On the other hand, I was reminded of happier times in my childhood when all I had to worry about was getting an A on my upcoming math exam.

At the Kazansky household, things were always packed. My father was adamant about inviting everyone in the family and filling our house to the brim with happy people who were ready to have a good time.

I mostly mingled with people I liked and avoided those who were overbearing and insisted on showering me with all kinds of unnecessary affection. Call me crazy, but the prospect of being hugged and kissed by a complete stranger (who swore they changed my diaper when I was a baby) did not appeal to me in the least.

It was that time of night, so I grabbed whatever drink my father was serving and moved to the back of the house to keep an eye on the other guests. Anyone looking to strike up a conversation with me would find me being a wallflower in the back corner of whatever room everyone was congregating in.

Tonight was a particularly trying night. My father had invited so many people that the party felt cramped rather than lively. In the back of the room, I assumed my usual position. Instead of ignoring me and resuming their conversations, people bumped into me, pushed past me, or got in my way when all I wanted to do was watch from afar and listen in on the juicy gossip.

“I gotta get out of here.”

I muttered to myself as I searched the area for my father. He was mingling with a few of his friends, holding a large glass of wine.

I pushed my way past various groups of people who were discussing a variety of topics, ranging from politics to their newly planted garden. A mix of high-end colognes and low-cost perfumes drifted through the air, creating a perplexing aroma that jumbled my thoughts.

God, it seemed like the situation was growing worse by the second.

“Sorry.”

My shoulder brushed up against the back of a man who appeared to be in a state of confusion.

“Sorry.”

I apologized, despite the fact that he had walked right in front of me.

“Dad!”

Through the cacophony of voices, I called out.

He was completely absorbed in the conversation and was unable to hear my voice.

“Dad!”

After taking a few more steps towards him, I called again.

He heard me this time. He spun his head around on his neck, searching for the source of the voice. His shoulders sprung up into an excited position as his gaze landed on me, his eyes brightening with anticipation of what I had to say.

“Hey! I’m gonna step outside for a little while. I need some fresh air.”

My father smiled and gave me a small pat on the shoulder. I returned his grin and began moving through the crowds until, after what seemed like a ten-day journey, I arrived at the front door.

“Who!”

I ecstatically exclaimed, relieved to be free of the throngs of people. I flung the door open and inhaled the soft autumn breeze, which smelled of rustic terrain and freshly fallen leaves.

I gently closed the door behind me, taking care not to attract unwanted attention as I steered clear of the suffocating crowds.

I started walking down the suburban streets, with no particular destination in mind. I took both right and left turns.

Today's weather was especially lovely. It was warm enough that I could get away with wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. It wasn't hot enough, though, to make the great outdoors stuffy and unpleasant. This day was made even better by the addition of a gentle breeze.

The birds in the trees chirped peacefully, and slowed my footsteps so I could hear their lovely songs. I stood there watching them communicate with each other in the shade of a large oak tree, smiling as they expressed their love for each other.

“Lovely.”

I said to myself, placing my hands in the pockets of my jean shorts.

“Y/N!”

Someone just said my name, I swear. But it was faint, almost inaudible. I assumed it was all in my head, a mere figment of my imagination.

“Y/N!”

The call had become much more audible. It wasn't something I could have imagined.

I swiveled my head around, anxiously scanning the street for the source of the voice. Fortunately, I didn't have to look very hard.

There was a tall, extremely muscular man standing in his front lawn, waving at me with a thick mustache perched on his upper lip.

“What the hell?”

The sun glinted off his immaculately sculpted abdomen, which appeared to be carved from stone.

I cocked my brow.

Wait a minute.

Is that who I thought it was?

There's no way.

There’s no way in hell.

"Bradshaw?!”

My brows furrowed in perplexity as I screamed his name.

The man laughed hysterically, his muscular shoulders bouncing with each chuckle.

“I thought you wouldn’t recognize me, Y/N.”

This yelling was starting to irritate me.

“Come over here and let’s talk!”

Bradley snatched his white shirt from the floor and threw it on, then adjusted his black aviator sunglasses before sprinting over to me across the empty street.

I wouldn't believe he was Bradley Bradshaw if he didn't know my name.

“Hey Y/N.”

He spoke with his hands on either side of his hips as he stared down at me, his eyes hidden behind the black lenses of his sunglasses. I could only assume he was looking me in the eyes.

“Hey!”

I exclaimed.

I couldn't stop myself from sliding my gaze over his now fully developed body.

“My God! You look so much different!”

Bradley laughed and threw his head back, revealing his adam's apple as well as a few well-defined veins protruding on either side of his neck.

“I assume you're complimenting me.”

His perfectly sculpted body, and that deep, husky voice. When did he become so...

perfect?

“Yes! You look great!”

Bradley gave me a friendly smile. His entire body was coated in a thin layer of moisture, so I assumed he had been exercising in the lovely autumn weather.

“Oh! There’s a party at my dad’s house if you’d like to join.”

Despite not knowing which direction led back to my house, I pointed to the left.

Bradley smiled even bigger, displaying his flawless set of pearly white teeth.

“That sounds like fun! I’ll be glad to see your old man again!”

Again?

“What do you mean again?”

I asked, one of my brows cocked.

“Oh! I’m in the navy. I fly planes.”

Well, that explains the perfect body.

I raised my brows in surprise and crossed my arms over my chest.

“What?! How am I just hearing about this now?!”

I exclaimed in surprise. Bradley was following in his old man’s footsteps. Why did it take so long for me to receive the good news? Both my father and him neglected to tell me, I suppose.

“Well, to be fair, we haven’t seen each other in quite a long time.”

I tucked my bottom lip under my top teeth.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I meant to contact you again, but I guess time really did just slip away from me.”

I rubbed a hand across my face, irritated with myself.

“I’m really sorry Brad. I just graduated from college, and got an apprenticeship, and then I got a new job, and then I moved out…”

Bradley raised his hand to silence me.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N.”

He assured me that my forgetfulness was understandable.

I motioned for him to come closer.

“Come on, walk with me to the party and give me all the new life updates. I’m anxious to hear about you.”

We took our time walking, not in a hurry to get to the party.

He told me everything about his life, the navy, and his friends, down to the smallest detail. And I listened intently the entire time, making sure to ask questions to show him I was fully engaged in the conversation.

I didn't have a clue where I was going. Thankfully, Bradley (or should I say, Rooster) knew how to get from his house to mine. I'd be completely lost if it weren't for his assistance.

“That’s about it.”

He said, as we reached the front of my porch.

“Wow. That’s super cool.”

I cast a sidelong glance at my house's front facade. From the street, I could hear a low hum of activity.

“Do you wanna go inside?”

I inquired, my gaze returning to his jet black aviators. Rooster smiled and nodded.

“Sure.”

In an overly formal manner, he extended his elbow to me. I scoffed at his absurdity, my arm catching on the underside of his elbow.

We exchanged a few glances before he led me up the front steps of my porch, releasing his arm once we were both at the front door. Rooster reached for the doorknob and twisted it until it clicked. He bowed his head and motioned for me to enter the room with a sense of artificial formality.

“Thank you, good sir.”

He flashed me a smirk before I stepped through the threshold, returning to the bustling house.

I took up my old spot in the back of the room. Only now did I have something to occupy my time.

While Rooster was busy conversing with others, I cast glances at him. He had a lot of charisma and could start a conversation with almost anyone who crossed his path.

This was excellent for me because it gave me plenty of time to admire his gleaming biceps from afar while he was distracted by others.

How is it possible for one man to be so flawless?

To begin with, his perfectly toned muscles would attract the attention of any man or woman.

But, even if he didn't have such a fantastic body, his magnificent smile was enough to make any girl weak at the knees.

And, if he didn’t have the body or the smile, his charisma was enough to entice any woman into bed with him.

He possessed all of the necessary qualities: intelligence, charisma, and a stunning physical appearance.

Many years ago, when we were close friends, I admired him.

I was consumed by a burning desire for him now, which was ignited every time he flashed his famous smile or flexed one of his many toned muscles.

But I wouldn't go too far with my speculation. Because a man like that is unquestionably taken. And if he wasn't taken, he was talking to someone who could easily become more than an acquaintance.

So, until I knew otherwise, I would admire him from afar.

Rooster began mingling with my father. However, due to my father's inability to communicate effectively, he mostly asked him yes or no questions. Nonetheless, he and my father appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the conversation.

Therefore, this was the ideal opportunity to catch a glimpse of his stunning appearance.

I was deep in thought and admiring him when I noticed his body shifting. He was turning around.

Shit!

He was staring at me, observing how I was taking in every inch of him. Through the dark lenses of his sunglasses, I made eye contact with him.

I didn't get a chance to notice the expression he was making because my cheeks turned bright red and I averted my gaze from him faster than the speed of sound.

Shit.

I hope he didn't take my stare too seriously.

Is it getting hot in here?

Maybe it’s all the people crammed into a tight space.

I should separate myself from the group once more to regain my composure.

I pushed through the crowds of people huddled in conversation, muttering apologies as needed.

Oh God, it was growing hotter by the second.

As I raced up the stairwell, searching the halls for my room, I tried not to appear rushed. I needed a relaxing environment. Before rejoining the party, I needed to take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart.

Above all, I had to get away from Bradley.

I flung open my bedroom door, softly closing it behind me so as not to disturb the party. I dashed to my bed, sat on the edge, and stared off into space.

Shit. If Brad questions me about the staring, what am I going to say?

I dismissed any worries with a shake of my head.

He’s a cool guy. Most likely, he'll dismiss it or laugh at me for openly admiring him.

To take my mind off of Bradley, I took a deep breath and grabbed a picture frame from my nightstand. The photo was taken about ten years ago and shows me and my father standing in front of a plane. I believe the plane was an old F-14, built in his days of flying.

It was a lovely photo and one of my favorites, so I kept it on my nightstand for safe keeping. I smiled to myself as I remembered my father's exhilarating stories about his days in the air.

My door squeaked open, jolting me out of my stupor. My ears perked up as I searched for the source of the noise.

Bradley?

Oh, shit.

“Hey Y/N.”

He smiled as he closed the door behind him.

"Hello," I said as I re-positioned the photograph on my nightstand.

“What are you doing up here?”

I asked, forcing myself to look him in the eyes.

His aviator sunglasses had been removed from his face, and I could now see his eyes perfectly.

Rooster rested his back against my wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“I was just wondering if there was anything you’d like to say to me.”

Oh.

My.

God.

“What?”

I asked, my head cocked to the side, pretending to be perplexed.

“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.”

I tried to laugh, hoping to relieve some of the tension that had accumulated around us.

“Let me jog your memory a little.”

He began, take one long stride forward.

“Care to explain to me why you were eye fucking me the entire night?”

Oh God.

I’m fucked.

“Well I just…”

I knew it was pointless to act stupid. He'd already discovered what I'd worked so hard to keep hidden.

“I just haven’t seen you in forever and you look so different. I guess I couldn’t help but check you out.”

I laughed, hoping Rooster would follow suit and chuckle with me.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t move a muscle.

His stare was becoming increasingly menacing. To avoid his intense presence, I just wanted to crawl under my covers and disappear completly from sight.

My mouth dried up. I swallowed, my throat constricting quickly due to the increasing tension. I felt as if I were gradually sinking beneath the surface of the ocean, with a large amount of water pressure gradually building as I sank lower and lower under his probing eyes.

Then, Rooster cracked a smile.

It wasn't a happy, playful grin, though.

It was sinister, as if he had something hidden up his sleeves.

Rooster took another stride forward, his long legs bringing him only about two feet from me.

God, I was on fire. My heart was racing around my ribcage, and my lower abdomen was filled with dozens of large butterflies that bounced around my stomach like they'd consumed a bunch of caffeine.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words spilled from my lips despite my best efforts. I sat with my jaw open like a complete moron, intertwining my fingers to hide how badly my hands were shaking.

What was going on inside his brain?!

Why was he staring at me as if he expected me to say something?!

What the hell was going on?!

“Take off your clothes.”

He demanded, his face settling into a neutral expression as he analyzed me.

“What?”

I chuckled nervously, still trying to convince myself that this whole situation was a complete joke.

“I’m not going to repeat myself.”

I waited.

I waited for him to laugh, throw his head back in amusement, and tell me he should've seen my face.

But that moment never came. He stood confidently in front of me, his arms crossed across his well-defined chest, patiently waiting for me to follow his orders as his intense eyes stared down at me like a hawk watching it’s prey.

I swallowed, staring at him through my lashes as I grasped the hem of my shirt, bringing it over my head and gently letting it fall to the floor.

Rooster kept his gaze fixed on me until I removed my bra. Then he allowed his eyes to wander along the curves of my upper body, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the spectacle in front of him.

I stood, undoing my jeans and trying not to think about his eyes scrutinizing every curve and detail of my exposed body. I pushed my jean shorts and panties down until they sagged and pooled around my ankles.

I sat down on the edge of my bed, kicking my jean shorts to the side, my physique now completely exposed to his gaze.

I clenched my thighs together, a sharp ache forming between my legs. The desire to grind my hips against the rough fabric of my old croqueted quilt was strong.

But I knew I had to save my desire for Rooster.

I shifted my gaze from my lap, to Rooster, who quietly took a few more steps forward until I was eye level with his thick leather belt. All of my anxieties and fears went straight to my cunt, adding to intense ache that was gradually building with every lustful glance from Rooster.

As I stared up at him in awe, he placed a calloused palm against my cheek, tenderly cupping my face. My hands fidgeted in my lap as I resisted the urge to spread my legs open and thrust my fingers inside my soaking wet heat.

Rooster trailed his thick thumb along my bottom lip, keeping a neutral expression to avoid giving me any clues as to what was going on inside his lovely mind. He cocked his head to the side, his gaze scrutinizing every feature of my face.

Rooster slipped his thumb between my lips and into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the base of his thumb, hollowing my cheeks and sucking harshly, the tip of my tongue tracing every wrinkle.

Rooster hummed contentedly, pulling his thumb almost completely out of my mouth before thrusting it back towards my throat, simulating what he would do to my throbbing cunt.

I coated his entire thumb with warm saliva as I dragged my tongue along every nook and cranny.

“I bet you want my cock in your pretty little mouth right about now, don’t you sweet girl?”

I tried to speak, oblivious to the fact that my mouth was full of his thick thumb.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s impolite.”

His voice slipped off his lips like a true womanizer, his tone dripping with heavy desire.

“If you wanna suck my cock you gotta take my pants off.”

I maintained eye contact with him as I continued to suck his thumb, my hands scrambling against the rough fabric of his jeans until I found the metal buckle on his thick leather belt. I undid it with stable hands, as all my nerves were trapped inside my cunt.

I pulled his jeans and tight boxers down just enough for his semi hard cock to spring free from its confines.

I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and gave it a few pumps, feeling it harden in my grasp. Rooster hissed through his teeth as I continued to pleasure him with my soft palm.

Bradley pulled his thumb from my mouth, releasing his grip on my face and moving his hand to my hair, harshly grasping the roots.

He thrusted my face forward, my gaze torn away from his deep brown eyes. My eyes met his cock, a jolt of pleasure rushing to my cunt as I realized how girthy he was.

Fuck.

This was gonna be a long night.

I grasped his cock with one hand, bringing his swollen pink tip to my mouth, slipping him in between my plush lips.

I could taste his salty precum lingering on my tongue as I took as much of him as I could into my mouth.

Rooster gasped in pleasure, using his grip on my hair to thrust my face forward and backwards along his dick.

I placed my hands on his thighs, feeling his thick muscles ripple under my touch everytime he jerked his hips forward to meet the quick movements of my mouth.

“Fuck.”

He murmured, his tone husky.

“That’s my good girl. You have such a pretty mouth.”

I shifted my hips against the rough fabric of my quilt, attempting to alleviate the aching pain building inside of me.

The quilt brushed against my clit, eliciting a deep moan from the back of my throat, sending vibrations directly to Rooster’s cock.

I allowed my jaw to fall slack as the movements of Rooster’s hand became increasingly more desperate. His hips violently jerked forward every time he pulled my face towards his pubic bone, his swollen tip smacking against the back of my throat with every desperate thrust.

“Ohhhh.”

He sighed.

“You’re such a good girl for me.”

His brows were knitted in desire as I nearly choked around his throbbing length. Veins began to bulge along his cock, and in a desperate attempt to pleasure him I ran my tongue along the thick veins.

The grip Rooster had on my hair was so tight that I could feel the strands being ripped straight from my scalp.

“I bet your little pussy is aching for my cock.”

I hummed in agreement, sending a second wave of vibrations along his length.

Rooster gasped, his jaw dropping as his cock began to throb uncontrollably inside my warm mouth.

“Fuck baby, you’re making me crazy.”

His tone begged his own body to let go of the pressure in his lower abdomen. But he wouldn’t allow himself to release his hot cum into my mouth, not just yet.

Rooster wanted to be in charge, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to maintain composure as he reached the brink of an orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth pretty girl.”

He said, the salty taste of precum became very prevalent on my tongue as his length throbbed inside my mouth, his thighs trembling under my hands.

Rooster threw his head back as he released his cum into my mouth, his grip loosening as he finally reached his much awaited orgasm.

“Your fucking mouth is perfect.”

He released my roots, a few detached strands of my hair wrapped around his thick fingers.

I swallowed the majority of his cum, a single strand falling down the corner of my mouth.

Rooster cupped my face with his hand, swiping his thumb along my mouth and cleaning my face in the process.

“You’re making a mess sweetheart.”

He mumbled, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure, hiding the true extent of his lust.

“Sorry.”

I whispered once all of his cum had vanished from my mouth.

Rooster smirked slyly, tilting his head downwards to meet my gaze.

“Tell me how badly you want my cock inside of you. I wanna hear you beg for it.”

I was never a big fan of begging.

But I've never been more desperate for someone in my entire life. My entire lower abdomen was throbbing with the desire to be filled by Rooster's thick cock.

I swallowed, fidgeting with my fingers as my pussy clenched desperately around nothing.

“Please Bradley. I need you.”

My voice was soft, but I prayed it was sufficient for him. Rooster raised his eyebrows.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

He used the grip on my chin to tilt my neck backwards, allowing me to look straight into his deep brown eyes.

I gulped.

“Please Bradley. I need you to fuck me. I need your cock throbbing inside me.”

I was begging pitifully, but at this point I’d do anything to have him bulging inside of my soaking wet pussy.

My nails dug into his muscular thighs, leaving crescent moon shapes in their wake.

“Keep going pretty girl. I wanna hear just how desperate you are.”

My bottom lip trembled in eagerness as the anticipation began to become overwhelming.

“Rooster.”

I began, the use of his call sign igniting a fire in his eyes.

“Rooster I’m aching for you, please. Please fuck me I need to feel you. I need to feel your-“

“Shhhhhh.”

He hushed me, placing his thumb over my mouth to silence my voice.

“I think that’s enough. Why don’t you touch yourself for me while I get naked.”

I knitted my brows, confused.

Rooster smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“Oh come on pretty girl you just told me you were aching. Why don’t you take care of yourself for a little while until I’m ready for you.”

His resonance had shifted to the back of his throat, giving his tone a deep and husky quality.

“Okay.”

I mumbled.

“Good girl. Make yourself feel good for me.”

Rooster took a step back, his pants halfway down his thighs as he fixed his gaze on my naked body. I threw my legs on top of my bed and shifted my weight until my back was pressed against the headboard so Rooster had the perfect view of my face.

I spread my legs, bending my legs as a soft breeze blew through the air and brushed against my soaking heat.

I didn’t want to achieve my release just yet. Instead of bringing my fingers directly to my clit, I gently massage my breasts with both hands, squeezing my eyes shut as my nipples hardened under my fingertips.

I gasped, focusing all my attention on the pleasure and not Rooster’s crushing gaze.

When my breasts were satisfied with the amount of attention I had given them, I moved my soft fingertips down my body, across my stomach until I found my swollen clit.

I ground my hips against my hand, my chest heaving desperately as I trapped my bottom lip under my top teeth.

“Oh my god.”

I panted, tracing soft figure eights around my sensitive bud.

The ache in my pussy began to diminish, my body satisfied that I had finally listened to its pleas.

All thoughts of Rooster had been pushed from my mind, the pleasure clouding my brain.

I was embarrassingly close to my release, the intense foreplay making me hungry for an orgasm.

My back arched off the bed as I pushed two fingers past my folds.

I furrowed my brows, throwing my head back against the headboard as I thrusted my fingers against my spongy walls, coating my fingers with my juices.

I was so close. So painfully close. One more thrust of my fingers and I would be cumming all around my digits.

A strong grip wrapped around both of my ankles, halting my movements and pulling me forward until my head lay comfortably on my pillows.

My eyes shot open, noticing Rooster at the foot of my bed, his hard cock leaking precum.

“Alright pretty girl, that’s enough of that.”

He crawled over me, his chest flush against mine as his hot breath fanned across my face.

Rooster grabbed the hand buried deep within my pussy, removing it from my heat and bringing my fingers to his gorgeous mouth.

I gulped as he pushed two of my wrinkled fingers past his plush lips, hollowing his cheeks to suck the juices off my hand.

“Fuck. You taste amazing.”

He released my wrist, allowing it to fall in whatever position I deemed comfortable.

“I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Rooster buried his face in the crook of my neck, his perfect teeth nibbling on my earlobe as he grabbed his cock with one hand, lining it up with my soaking wet entrance.

I enveloped his shoulders with my arms, pulling him impossibly closer so I could feel every inch of him as he fucked me into the bed.

Rooster rolled his hips forward, slipping his cock in between my folds.

I dug my nails into his prominent shoulder blades as he bottomed out inside of me, his cock stretching my walls to the brim.

“Is it big enough for you pretty girl?”

Rooster's mustache tickled my neck as his ragged breaths bounced around my head, sending me into a state of nirvana.

“Yes. Your cock is perfect.”

I wheezed, suddenly unable to fully fill my lungs due to the fullness of my cunt.

“Please start moving Rooster.”

Rooster placed a gentle kiss on the side of my neck, sucking a bright purple hickey into my throat as he snapped his hips forward.

I dropped my jaw in pleasure as Rooster bottomed out inside of me with every single thrust, a loud smack erupting with every single jerk of his hips.

I could feel his toned abdomen flexing every time he buried his thick cock deep within my soaked walls.

“You’re such a good girl for me.”

Rooster mumbled, placing his tongue on the bright purple hickey he created with his glorious mouth.

“You’re taking my cock so well.”

His words rushed to my cunt, pulling the imaginary coil even tighter.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving Rooster a new angle for his swollen tip to slam against my g spot with every intense thrust.

I threw my head back in pleasure, exposing my neck for Rooster to kiss to his liking.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I wish I fucked your pretty little pussy sooner.”

I gasped, feeling myself reach the brink of my orgasm.

“Rooster. I’m gonna cum.”

The building veins along Rooster's cock began to throb inside my walls, stretching my pussy even further.

“Cum all over my cock pretty girl.”

Wait.

“Rooster, do you think they can-“

Bradley wrapped his large hand around my neck, squeezing my throat and limiting my airflow enough to make me dizzy with euphoria.

He anticipated my question and didn't want to ruin the moment.

Who cares if anyone could hear us?

Rooster certainly didn’t.

“Be a good girl for me and cum around my cock.”

His face was hovering over me, his gaze boring into my eyes as he watched me intently, attempting to capture this moment for later fantasies.

His thick fingers around my neck, restricting my airflow at his authority.

His cock violently pumping in and out of my soaking wet cunt.

My face contorting into whatever pleasurable expression came naturally.

A thin layer of sweat coats both of us, wet bodies moving together in unison.

One particularly ferocious snap of his hips sent me straight into a state of elation, my eyes rolling back into my head so far that I swear I saw my brain.

I tangled one of my hands in his sandy locks, pulling the roots as I attempted to bring my mind back from its post orgasmic daze.

But Rooster wouldn’t let me.

“Bradley-“

Rooster leaned back on his knees, grabbing my hips and forcefully spinning me around until my face was pressed into the quilt, my ass in the air.

“I know you got one more for me, pretty girl.”

My overstimulated walls cried out for pity, but I ignored every sign in my body that told me to stop.

I wanted to cum again for him.

Rooster used one of hands to grip the soft flesh of my hips, his dull nails digging into my skin as his opposite hand snaked down to wrap around my neck.

I gasped as he wrapped his large hand around my throat, once again launching my body into a senseless state of nirvana.

“Rooster.”

I wheezed, gripping the quilt so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

Rooster pulled my hips back to meet his fierce thrusts, the sounds of sex reverberating throughout the room as he fucked me into the sheets.

His swollen tip slammed against my g spot with every single thrust, the intense stretch of my walls making me shake with overstimulation.

“God you’re such a good girl for me Y/N.”

The praise brought me even closer to my second, much more intense orgasm, the rough quilt rubbing against my face with every merciless snap of Rooster’s hips.

Tears of pleasure began to collect at the corners of my eyes.

I was close, so close.

The tension that was previously building in only my lower abdomen had now spread to my entire body. I was tight, tense waiting for the release that I prayed Rooster would allow me to receive.

“Rooster… I’m gonna cum again.”

Rooster growled lowly, his cock vibrating as the sound reverberated throughout his entire figure.

I cried out with want everytime Rooster buried himself inside of me, hoping nobody paid enough attention to the mess of moans coming from my bedroom.

“Rooster…”

I begged.

Rooster pulled me upwards. He pressed my back flush against his toned chest, his hand moving from the back of the neck to my front, finding my clit and massaging it with his calloused fingertips. His other hand desperately grabbed at the flesh on my thigh.

I threw my head back against his shoulder, arching my back away from his body as my orgasm ripped through me with the gentlest touch from his skilled fingers.

“Fuck!”

I shouted, my pussy clenching around his cock.

Rooster grumbled directly into my ear, and with one twitch, he spilled his hot cum inside of me, painting my walls.

Bradley inhaled sharply.

“Oh my fuck… you’re such a good girl for me.”

Rooster thrusted a few more times into me, ensuring we both got the most out of our orgasm.

I collapsed against him, finally reaching my breaking point.

Rooster chuckled.

“Are you tired?”

He asked, fake pity in his tone, using both of his strong arms to hold me upright.

“Yes. That was… a lot.”

Rooster brushed a strand of hair away from my face as he gently laid me on my back.

“You can rest. I’ll go down and tell everyone you’re too tired to rejoin the fun.”

I smiled.

“That'd be great.”

Rooster grabbed a rag from my bathroom, cleaning me up as our combined juices almost completely coated my inner thighs.

I laid there watching, analyzing every muscle and movement of his body as he dressed himself.

“Do I look good?”

He inquired, displaying his unremarkable outfit of a white shirt, jeans, and vintage Converse.

I chuckled.

“You look perfect. Definitely like you didn’t just have the best sex of your life.”

Rooster smirked.

“Good.”

He rooster was second from leaving, half of his body out of the threshold when I called him back.

“Wait! Bradley!”

Rooster spun around, poking his head through the door frame.

“Yeah?”

“Wait do you like being called in bed. Bradshaw, Bradley, or Rooster?”

Rooster ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he pondered my question.

“Sir.”

He said with a huge, cheeky smile on his absolutely stunning face.

I rolled my eyes and waved him away.

“Get out of here I’ve had enough of you.”

Bradley laughed and showed me his perfect set of teeth.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t miss me too much.”

He winked slyly before disappearing through the threshold, gently shutting the door behind him until the lock clicked into place.

Ten minutes, starting now.

(Hope y’all enjoyed. Lmk what you think about this one! :)

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shyshva · 2 years

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"lake" jake "hangman" seresin x female reader

from author: i kinda hate this, i write this when i was in bad mood and i thought it would come out better - but i want post something so i hope you will like this i was inspired by a scene from "grown up"

tw: mention of sex, being horny? threats in the direction of the aviator - sorry I suck at giving tw

You were sitting with Phoenix and Penny drinking beer when you heard Jake calling you. He and Rooster were teaching Bob to play basketball. It was a funny sight because Jake was impatient and Bradley was understanding and patient , they were like fire and water.

Nevertheless all members of the dagger squad were relaxed and happy, you finally were on vacation. You decided to rent a house on the lake together and spend this time in each other's company before they send you off to the other side of the world again. And you also celebrated Maverick's retirement and his relationship with Penny.

So on these sunny days, you barbecued, drank beer, danced, swam in the lake and played basketball - which Maverick was not happy because he thought his dogfight game was better than some basketball.

Returning, Jake was on the basketball court yelling your name, just like a little kid calling his mom to see him throw to the basket. But Jake was not a little kid, oh no he was shirtless guy with great abs, very hot view. Your favorite sight.

“Honey look” He stood with his back to the basket, smiling in that cocky way of his

He threw the ball to the basket and you saw perfectly how his muscles tightened, how the sweat on his torso glowed in the sunlight. It hit without a hitch, and you've been hit by your own lust. He knew what he was doing, he knew that in a moment you would go to the house and he would follow you. And it would end in the best way for both of you.

And you knew he was just as horny as you are and doing everything to drag you into the bedroom. There's no way he'd play with you like that, over your dead body.

Yeah you two like to compete, at work, in the kitchen or in bed - that's why you were so perfect for each other, and your relationship is so loving and passionate.

You took off his old t-shirt under which you had a black bikini, he loves that bikini.

“I am going swimming in the lake, are you coming with me? “ You ask Phoenix and Penny, they said “no” with smirks on their faces, they knew what you were doing.

You bent down towards the pitch picking up a t-shirt from the ground. You felt his gaze on you until you jumped into the water. When you surfaced he was already going into the water. You laughed seeing his angry face, you did quite well in this game of yours "Who Will Be More Horny At The End Of The Day".

“Hey honey, congrats you perfect throw” You said with big smile, playing stupid is always the best in this game.

“You are really bad for me, you know what you are doing to me?” He said with seriousness swimming up to you.

“I don’t understand, i just congratulated you”

He grabbed your hips and drew them to his chest, and you thanked in your heart for the big bushes that covered the lake, so your friends could see complete nothing. You knew how it ends for you.

His fingers descended to the lower part of your bikini, in a moment you were already wearing only a bikini top.

He smiled and said “Still don’t know?” You nod still playing. “Oh honey i will help you to find the answer”

Just as his fingers were about to take effect, Bradley ran out from behind the bushes shouting in your direction.

“HANGMAN YOUR CAR IS ON FIRE!”

“WHAT” You both shout with shock in your face.

Jake handed you your panties and you left the lake in a hurry. You ran towards the car, with nothing happening to it. With confusion you looked at Rooster, who with laughter was now high-fiving Fanboy and Coyote.

"Sorry we bet that I would be able to interrupt your sex in the lake and it worked out, but it was Coyote's idea, not mine!" Rooster explained with a pause for laughter.

"Jake if only you had seen your min " said the originator of their fun.

" Y/N hold me or I'll kill them right now.”

You laughed when you saw your boyfriend face. He was so angry and horny at this point that he looked hilarious.

"Wow even you are with them, oh no it won't be like that" He stated and took himself by the hips, threw himself on his back and shouted in the direction of the aviators.

"Now just try to interrupt and your cars will really be on fire." You laughed even louder when Bradley's face went all white. He loved his car.

#jake hangmna seresin x yn #top gun #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #hangman #jake seresin #hangman fluff #hangman imagine #hangman fic #hangman seresin x reader #hangman top gun #jake hangman seresin imagine #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman x y/n #top gun hangman #hangman fanfiction #hangman seresin

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thatonepersonwhocantwrite · 2 years

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Characters Nick Goose Bradshaw, Bradley rooster Bradshaw, Y/n Bradshaw and Carole Bradshaw

Y/n is 4 and Bradley is 6

Y/n up past her bed time

Y/n : dad I had a bad dream can you read to me?

Nick: of course my little princess

An hour after Nick got Y/n back to sleep

Bradley: daddy

Nick : what is it buddy?

Bradley: I thought I heard a sound under my bed will you come see?

Nick : of course buddy.

3 hours later

Y/n & Bradley: daddddddd.

Carole: kids let your poor father sleep

#yn bradshaw #tumblr trash #x reader #top gun fic #top gun 1986 #nick goose bradshaw #nick bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #carole bradshaw #yn inncorrect quotes #inncorrect quotes #top gun x reader

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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New Girl At Nekoma:

Kuroo's Crush

Tetsuro Kuroo featuring Nekoma x female! reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: none

A/N: This is a request @times-new-roman-in-pastel! It's also this roosters birthday so Happy Birthday to our favorite Sports Promoter 🥰🥰

I apologize for being MIA for a while, poor mental health and general sickness have all but consumed my life but I promise I’m around 🖤

Oof YN 😬

Having to switch schools at the beginning of your third year 🫠

Honestly I don’t even know if crying will help at this point

Your guardian accepted a new job in Tokyo so of course you followed suit, moving from a small town to the huge city

It was a big change and an even bigger change looking at your new high school

Nekoma High School 🙌🏻

Honestly we love it

Well YOU don’t currently love it night but trust me you will soon enough 😏

Trust the process YN

You stand outside looking at the school as you take a deep breath and walk in

The halls are crowded and everyone is staring at you

Not only because you are the new kid but also because you are so pretty 🤩

Turning heads everywhere you go YN!

However right now it’s very overwhelming because, well once again, everyone is staring at you

You look around, trying to find your classroom but much to your dismay, it seems to not exist

But we don’t give up so easily! Oh no no

You mentally calm yourself, turning around to start over

Unfortunately when you turn around you turn smack into two boys

Subsequently you tumble to the ground, landing hard

“Are you ok?” An angelic voice chimes

You look up, seeing a tall boy and a shorter boy staring at you

“Yeah I’m ok, sorry for running into you,” you say as the shorter boy extends his hand to help you

“Sorry for knocking you down, ummm I’m sorry I don’t know your name?” The shorter boy says

“Oh I’m Yn, it’s my first day,” you say smiling and fixing your skirt and blouse

“Welcome to Nekoma YN, I’m Yaku and this is Kai,” the shorter boy says

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say smiling softly

Yaku and Kai smile back but before you can say anything

We hear an agitating, grading voice 😒

“Yaku!! Hey Yaku!”

You look over to see a very tall, white haired boy and a boy with a Mohawk approaching

“Yaku, hey I need your help!”

Yaku rolls his eyes as you watch their interaction, “Lev if it’s help with your receives, I’ll pass”

Lev 👉🏻 😱 offended

Meanwhile the boy with the Mohawk is just staring at you 👁️👄👁️

“For goodness sakes Yamamoto, stop staring at the new girl, it’s creepy!”

“Like you yelling that isn’t also creepy,” another boy says as he walks past with his head in a video game

“Hey are you really a new girl?” The tall boy known as Lev asks

You just smile and shake your head

“What in the heck are you all doing-” a tall, handsome dark haired boy approaches and halts as his eyes meet yours

You blush a little, smiling at the boy

Kai and Yaku be like 👀 😐😏

So now you have two guys staring at you as well as utter chaos ensuring around

Way to go Yn 👏 great job 🙄

“Umm hello, I’m Yn. I’m sorry for causing all this commotion. I’m new here and I’m afraid I’m lost,” you say

The tall, rooster haired boy 👉🏻😳

“What classroom are you looking for Yn?” Kai asks

You tell him as Yaku interrupts

“Hey Kuroo’s in that class, he can show you the way right captain?” Yaku says smacking Kuroo’s back

Kuroo👉🏻👁️👄👁️ umm yeah

“Thanks Kuroo, I appreciate it!” You say beaming

Please Yn, he starts blushing so hard 🥹

Yaku and Kai watch as you and Kuroo walk to class

“Heys making a fool of himself,” Kai says

“Isn’t it glorious?” Yaku laughs 😂

From that day forward, it was safe to say our precious captain cat developed a tiny crush on you

Well not really TINY

Man’s fell so hard for you Yn it’s unreal

He loved spending time with you, walking you to class and even eating with you

Subsequently, you became besties with the boys volleyball team

Your proximity to the team came with mixed reviews

Lev was rather annoying per the usual, Kenna acted like he normally did and Yamamoto essentially ceased all functioning when you were around

Honestly what I wouldn’t give to be a flu on that wall 🤣

You developed a closeness to the boys and soon found yourself in the current situation

“YN you should just be our manager,” Yaku blurted out one day at lunch

Kuroo 👉🏻 *literally choking* 👁️👄👁️ whet-

“I mean, she’s always hanging around so she should probably make herself useful,” Yaku shrugged

“Wow what an enticing invitation,” Kenna said 😐🙄

“Well I mean, Kuroo basically drools- HEY!” Yaku screeched as Kuroo jabbed him in the stomach

“I do actually know a little about volleyball! I use to be friends with the manager of the volleyball team at my last school!” You smile

“You mean, we could actually have a girl manager? Yamamoto exclaimed

“It’s up to the captain I think,” Kai said as everyone looked at Kuroo

Kuroo looked over at you as you beamed at him, how could he say no

He’s literally such a simp for you Yn and this was his chance to keep you close 🥰

“Well if you want to Yn-”

Before he can even finish, you fling yourself into his arms for a huge hug

Kuroo 👉🏻😐😳

You 👉🏻🥹 🫂

Yaku and Kai 👉🏻😏

Yamamoto 👉🏻 jealous 😠

Kenna 👉🏻🙄 📱

Please YN do less ✋🏻

As it turns out, you becoming Nekoma’s manager was both a good and a bad decision

Because now Kuroo would have to share you with not only his teammates but with the teams they played against

For example, someone’s always interrupting his nerdy jokes 😒

“Hey YN, why can’t you trust an atom?” Kuroo asks

“I don’t know why?” You say

“YN EMERGENCY HELP!” Lev screams as he runs in, Yaku hot on his tail

“LEV GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!” Yaku screams as Fukunaga, Yamamoto and Inuoka follow

“What happened?” You ask as Kuroo narrows his eyes 😑

“Yaku said Lev would never measure up to him and Lev said ‘but Yaku I’m already taller than you’ and Yaku got mad,” Yamamoto said

You 👉🏻😐 really?

“YN stop him from killing me! You need my height!” Lev screeches

“You suck Lev we can do without you,” Kenma says

We love it here 🤦🏻‍♀️

Meanwhile poor Kuroo is just standing there with the punchline to his joke, all deflated 😞

The punchline btw was “because they make up everything” 😩

Often times, Kuroo finds himself just watching you

kind of creepy? Yes but stay with me

“Why don’t you just tell her you like her?” Kai asked

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Kuroo says

“Really? We can all see how bad you have it for Yn, you are horrible at hiding it,” Kenma says walking past

Kuroo 👉🏻🥲

“Just confess to her,” Kai says

“I don’t know how and what if she doesn’t like me back?” Kuroo asks

For real?? Have you seen yourself Kuroo 🤔

“The training camp is coming ip next week, that’s the perfect time to confess!” Kai shouts

Kuroo thinks about it as he watches you

What does he really have to lose? I mean you’ve always been sweet to him and kind

Surely you like him too right?

Spoiler alert: you do 😍

Summer camp comes and Kuroo is so nervous

He has it all planned out perfectly

He will tell you how much he likes you and you will reciprocate and you will both live happily ever after 😍

Too bad that doesn’t happen 😃

“YN??? Is that you??” A voice booms from behind Nekoma

Karasuno stands there, their eyes wide as you stare back

“Holy crap! What are you guys doing here?” You yell, running towards them as Kiyoko appears

“YN HOLY CRAP IS THAT YOU?” She screams as you both hug

Nekoma is looking on, so very confused 🤨

“Uhhh YN?” Yaku asks

“These are my old friends! I use to go to Karasuno before I transferred here!” You smile

“YN we’ve missed you! It’s so good to see you!” Daichi says, hugging you

Oof Kuroo is seeing red right now 😡

“YN are you with Nekoma?” Suga asks as you nod

Kuroo stomps up to you, putting his arm around you as Daichi looks on

Kai, Yaku, Suga and Asahi 👉🏻👀🍿

“YN is my manager,” Kuroo says oh so confidently

“Our manager, idiot,” Kenma corrects, walking by 🙄

Daichi and Kuroo are in a staring match right now Kenma don’t interrupt!

“Come on YN let’s go,” Kuroo says, pulling you away

“Oh ok! I’ll see you guys later!” You say waving at your former school friends

As training camp progresses, Kuroo finds himself more agitated 😠

Seriously, on top of his team not letting him have a moment with you, now Karasuno is monopolizing your time!

“YN it’s so awesome to see you again!” Asahi says

“I can’t believe you’re working with these city boys now YN!” Tanaka scowls

Please Yn, smack him ✋🏻 🧑🏼‍🦲

“We all know YN really misses us the most,” Daichi adds, smirking at Kuroo

Kuroo 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

“Daichi knock it off-” you start to say, too bad you are interrupted by a certain someone 👀

“As a matter of fact, my dear Daichi, YN is SO much happier at Nekoma. She’s way to pretty and perfect to be stuck in some country bumpkin town!” Kuroo shouts

Kai, Yaku, Suga, and Asahi 👉🏻😳😲

Kiyoko 👉🏻😏

You 👉🏻😐😳🥹

“Tetsuro you think I’m pretty?” You say

“And perfect Yn don’t forget he said that too,” Yaku adds

Kuroo realizing what he said 👉🏻😐😳😰

“Ummm well yeah I do-” but before he can finish his sentence YN swoops in for a cheek kiss 😘

Kuroo 👉🏻😐🤯 YN I LIKE YOU ALOT WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME

Kai and Yaku 👉🏻😐🤦🏻‍♂️

Suga and Asahi 👉🏻 😃😃

Kenma 👉🏻 🙄 📱

“I like you too Tetsuro and I’d love to go out with you,” you say as Kuroo practically explodes and grabs you, swinging you around as you laugh

Yaku and Kai are probably whipping tears away 🥲

YN you are one luckily lady!

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ohthatstragic · 2 years

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one is currently writing a rooster request... B) debating whether to post it tonight or tomorrow.... can't decide yet.....

#top gun maverick imagine #top gun one shot #top gun imagine #top gun #top gun maverick #rooster x you #rooster x yn #rooster x y/n #rooster x reader #rooster imagine #rooster oneshot #rooster fluff #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster top gun #bradley bradshaw

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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✨Bleeding Knuckles ✨

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x YN "Fire" Gibbs

Summary: Rooster meets Gibbs' daughter at the boxing gym. She's ferocious, strong and she's a boxer, but she is in pain. And Rooster relates to it. Now he is here, and he won't let anything hurt you anymore., not even yourself.

Words: 940 (Blurb - Boxer!Reader and NCIS crossover)

Pls reblog if you like the idea, so that I know if ppl wants to know the whole angsty but fluff story behind my idea

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It all started with Bradley counting every time it hurt. This is what Carole had taught her son to help him cope with life's disillusion. Grievance, anger, mourning... Bradley had experienced them all, and they all left a scar deep within his soul. This is why he had started boxing - to evacuate all the negative and brutal turmoil his soul was undergoing. Since then, he kept boxing as a tradition but also as a way to work out during his free time. For sure, he worked a lot and could not go to the boxing gym as much as he wanted, but today Maverick granted him a leave. After weeks of harsh training, Rooster could relieve the stress that had accumulated within. Each blow against the punching bag felt like a sweet release.

One punch for the excruciating training.

One punch for Hangman, just because he is a dick.

One punch for his ex, who had just broken up with him weeks ago.

He was about to throw another punch at the poor hanging bag when the sound of a girl grunting in pain snapped him out of his thought. Rooster stopped and swept the room with his warm hazel eyes. There he saw her ... It was Leroy Gibbs' daughter - oh, he had only caught sight of her once, but he had found her so attractive that he could not forget her beautiful face.

The girl was hitting her punching ball as if her life depended on it. She was staring at it, her brows frowned, and her wet, shining lips were curled up as a wild feline hissing at his enemy. She threw a brutal punch, so brutal that the chain from which the punching bag was hanging produced a loud jiggling sound. No one quite noticed her, for the place was almost empty and the few men training here were packed together at the weight section, at the other end of the gym. Rooster took off his thick red boxing gloves, far too busy observing her to keep it up with his training. He ran one of his hands through his sweaty blonde curls, some of them sticking to his temples and forehead.

"Fuuuuuuck you!"

You growled, louder. The violence with which your first hit the bag was so ferocious that the skin on your knuckles -already damaged by one full hour of enraged boxing- broke open. Bradley thought you would stop beating that poor punching bag now that you wounded yourself, but you kept hitting it again and again. Blinded by a destructive rage, your body seemed desensitized to pain. Self-control broke down, you were a wild fire.

If at first the pilot had been intrigued and amused by your determination, he grew worried. Rooster easily recognized the sparkle of hatred that was shining in your teary and infuriated eyes, for he had the same look years ago. He clenched his jaw as he noticed you smearing your blood all over the punching ball with your wounded knuckles - he was torn between conflicting feelings. Somehow, your problems were your business, not his. His life was already busy enough and, to be true, he had his own mishaps to deal with. But, his inner voice reminded him of the time he had been like her - lost, filled with rage and sadness. He would have loved someone to take care of him. Or just someone to tell him that everything will be fine, at least. Rooster sighed and walked towards you.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

You hissed through your teeth. Sweat burning your eyes, blood dripping from your hands, you growled again and punched the bag with all your remaining strength, the movement directly coming from your whole shoulder. Yet, your knuckles never met the smooth surface of the bag, for someone had grabbed your elbow and forced you to stop. Surprised, you turned and glared at the man who was holding your arm firmly.

"Hey, calm down girl." Bradley's deep voice was candy-coated with an indescribable softness. It was the first pet name that came to his head

"Leave me alone!" You hissed again, showing your teeth.

"I know you are angry but you are bleeding."

His words pulled you out of your blinding hatred. You blinked several times, chasing away the beads of sweat that had formed on your eyelashes. Then, your eyes looked where Rooster's irises of honey pools were staring at. Red and warm blood was oozing from slits on each of your knuckles. As soon as your brain realized it was your hand, an unpleasant tingling pain blossomed at their spot. You winced, then looked at the tall blonde and curly man that was in front of you. Rooster gently released your arm.

"Nevermind." You chased away his hand with a hasty movement and turned around, back to him. You really did not want to talk at the moment.

Rooster hesitated: should he leave you? He shook his head. Something had attracted him, something that he had seen in your eyes. Your pain and his were similar. This sole observation was enough to convince him he was taking the right decision. No matter what happened, he would be there for you.

"Are you sure you're good?"

Six words.

One deep yet caring voice.

It was all it took for tears of anger to overflow.

Rooster gently pressed one of his large, warm, and calloused hands on your shoulder. Looking at you with concern, the pilot's fingers closed around your clavicle to anchor his presence. He was there, and he wanted you to feel it.

"There, it's okay."

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Don't ask me what I'm doing. Can't be productive today so I wanted to write a little blurb with reader as an angry brawler girl, a good boxer, and Gibb's daughter.

#rooster x reader #rooster imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #top gun maverick x reader #top gun maverick imagine #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #Bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster bradshaw #rooster top gun #top gun x reader #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick fanfic #rooster fanfic

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sutaro-min · 1 year

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jealousy jealousy

[ childhood friend!kuroo x yn] jealousy, the green fickle monster. creeping in the shadows, in the quiet lulls at loud parties, in your heart- all the places it shouldn't be.

warnings. angst-ish

you were the one who told him that you wanted to stay friends when he confessed to you that late summer night. you played if off as a joke, because to you that's what it was when it was dark and you couldn't see his face as you sat next to him in the passenger seat of his mom's beat up car. you knew that he was nervous about going off to college, being away from everything he knew. you knew that he was clinging on to you because you would be attending the same university for the next four years, and you would be the only familiar space in a scary new world. so that's why you told him with confidence that it would never happen, not even in a million years, and that you were best off staying platonic.

so why is it that when you see him flirting with people at parties or laughing with friends and making memories without you being part of them, so comfortable and happy, you feel sick to your stomach? why is it that when you're walking through campus and you see a head with that crazy rooster hair your heart skips a beat? and why is he always on your mind when you were the one laughing at the notion of being anything more than just friends?

as someone with little to no romantic experience, you chalk it up to the fact that it's probably because all your friends are falling in love as the summer breeze turns into a cool autumn. because you're starting to feel the loneliness sink in, and he's the only boy who's ever really given any real attention to you. now you realize that maybe you're the one clinging on to him for any sense of familiarity, because the academics and social scenes at college are a lot harder than you thought they would be, and you're a lot more introverted than you thought you were.

so you know he's just a friend and you know you're just lonely. but why do you keep wondering if he talks about you to his friends, or wonder if he would still take you back, even though you were never together in the first place?

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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

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain.

Too much love drives a man insane.

You broke my will.

But what a thrill.

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

“Come on, baby, let’s get out of here.”

Hangman yanked on my bicep, attempting to drag me to the Hard Deck's main entrance. He begged me to leave as soon as he'd finished messing with Bradshaw. I, on the other hand, refused to leave, wanting to stay just a little longer. He was enraged that everyone's focus had shifted to Rooster, escalating his frustration and increasing his desire to flee.

"Jake, I don’t want to go yet!”

I tried not to sound angry. I didn't want to enrage Hangman even more.

I yanked back, my gaze fixed on Rooster, who was banging soulfully on the piano while others laughed and danced joyfully around him. I wanted to be a part of the action instead of being dragged around constantly by Hangman.

“Why?! There’s no reason for us to stay!”

"Yeah, well, there’s no reason for us to leave either!”

The veins began to bulge along Rooster’s neck as he belted his song, swinging his head around happily. He was perspiring but didn't seem to mind or even notice. All he cared about was making other people happy with his fantastic piano playing.

“Hey!”

Over the din of happy customers, Hangman yelled. He drew me back and spun me around until our chests collided, his grip on my biceps tightening.

“Stop gawking at Bradshaw and let’s get the hell out of here.”

I stared blankly into his eyes, trying desperately to think of a compelling reason to stay. Hangman’s dull nails sank into my biceps as he furrowed his brows in angry confusion.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N?”

His grip on my arms was becoming increasingly painful. I yanked on my arms, attempting to free myself from his powerful grip.

“Fuck, Hangman, you're hurting me!"

Jake broke free from his enraged stare, releasing my arms and providing me with much-needed relief. The pressure from his firm grip dissipated almost instantly, leaving crescent-shaped nail marks that burned as my skin tried to piece itself back together.

He raised his hands and showed me his open palms, indicating that he was done being handsy.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t know what came over me. Are you okay?”

He swung his head around to catch a glimpse of my arms to assess the damage, dropping his hands to his sides. I suddenly felt very exposed. I shielded myself by crossing my arms over my chest, hoping to keep him from seeing any of me.

“I'm fine, Jake. Don’t worry about it.”

He brought our gazes back together, and I could detect genuine sympathy in his eyes.

“Do you wanna stay?”

I swiveled my head around until I could lock my gaze on Rooster. He was giggling and singing, belting out a tune between guffaws. He pushed the heat to the back of his mind, the fun clouding his senses as a layer of sweat appeared on his tanned skin, dripping down his face and into the collar of his Hawaiian shirt.

The piano was slightly out of tune from the thousands of people who had fondled the keys over the many years. If anyone else had been playing, people would stare at the individual like they had three eyes. Nobody, however, could match Rooster's incredible charisma, which made anything he did appealing, including playing an out-of-tune piano while belting a song despite never having taken singing lessons.

“Yeah. I think I’d like to stay.”

I stated. However, Hangman was unable to hear me due to the din of the joyful bar patrons.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

Bradley concluded his song with a final slam of the piano, then stood to receive praise and pats on the back from his pilot friends. After he had finished speaking with his close friends, several strangers who had thoroughly enjoyed the performance expressed their undying admiration for his abilities. Rooster smiled broadly as he greeted them, his pearly white teeth starkly contrasting against his dark mustache and tanned skin in the low light ambiance of the bar. Then, unexpectedly, his eyes drifted through the crowds and met my gaze. Despite his black aviator sunglasses, I could tell his eyes were on mine.

I froze, my eyes widening as I stared blankly through his sunglasses' black lenses. He gave me a small wave and a wide smile before returning his gaze to the people who were desperately trying to catch his attention in order to compliment his impeccable piano skills.

“Hey Y/N, you alive?”

I suddenly felt compelled to leave. I’d hate for Rooster to later confront me about gawking at him, as Bradley was most likely getting a kick out of capturing one of his adversaries' eyes. I didn't want him to tease me about my ravenous gaze in front of Hangman, who was naturally possessive.

I swiveled my head back to Hangman, who was staring at me with a furrowed brow, slightly concerned about my enigmatic behavior.

“No! I think I’d rather leave. But, thanks for offering Jake.”

Jake's brows were raised in surprise.

“Really? But a second ago-“

“I know! But, I just realized how tired I am and I think going home would be the better option.”

It was a terrible lie, and my tone was anything but convincing. Jake, on the other hand, was unaware of my secret and had no reason to believe anything was going on inside my head other than a dramatic shift in my viewpoint.

“Okay. If that’s what you wanna do.”

“That is what I wanna do.”

Jake flashed me one of his famous sly grins and extended his hand to me, his open palm standing upright. I slapped my palm against his, returning his smile before allowing him to pull me out of the bar. Hangman didn't say goodbye to any of his friends as most of his comrades were rolling their eyes at the attention Rooster was receiving and hitting pool balls aggressively into holes with long wooden sticks far away from the front entrance.

We rode in his white Mustang all the way home. Hangman, as is customary, sparked a discussion.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you tonight.”

He said apologetically as he kept his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead of him, illuminated only by his headlights.

“It’s okay, Jake.”

Hangman preferred to return home via the back roads. He had a strange soft spot for long sensual drives with his lover, as rough and intimidating as his demeanor could be to those who encountered him.

Hangman reached his arm over the center console, laying his hand on my leg as his thumb rubbed circles into the soft skin of my inner thigh. Typically a situation similar to this one would build tension in my lower abdomen, but this night had been far too mentally draining for me to feel any form of arousal.

Hangman didn’t appear to care, as if his intention from the start wasn’t to make me wet with desire. He simply allowed his calloused palm to rest on my thigh as I stared blankly out the window, mindlessly watching the dark houses quickly go by.

“Y’know the way you were staring at Bradshaw almost made me think you wanted him to fuck you.”

Hangman laughed loudly, hoping I would stroke his comically large ego and laugh with him while proclaiming my unconditional love for him. But my mind was far too preoccupied with not panicking to worry about Hangman’s inflated ego.

“Y/N?”

He asked softly, my head turned away from him, my heart nearly exploding with nervousness.

“Y/N?!”

He asked, his tone encompassing a hard edge in order to capture my attention.

“What!?”

I exclaimed, turning my head to meet his gaze. The look he gave me sent shivers up my spine. He was angry, truly enraged by my lack of words.

Hangman was forced to pull his gaze away from me and back onto the road in order to avoid a crash.

He recoiled his hand angrily from my thigh and placed it on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

“I fucking knew it.”

Hangman's jaw was clenched, muscles protruding from the sides of his cheeks.

“You’ve been thinking about Bradshaw while I’m balls deep inside of you.”

I gulped, unwilling to admit what I knew Hangman was implying.

“Haven’t you?”

He asked, not wanting to look me in the eyes. Instead, he glared angrily at the road ahead, his Adam's apple bobbing in frustration as he gulped.

“God dammit answer me!”

He let out a spontaneous yell, and I recoiled. Jake slammed his hand into the steering wheel, his loosened grip cursing the car to drift. Hangman held the car steady, his face flushed with rage.

“Jake…”

“Yes or no. I don’t want any fucking excuses just answer me with yes or no.”

He hissed through his teeth, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

I could give a logical explanation as to why I had thought about Bradley during sex. But Hangman didn’t want me to explain.

“Let me explain-“

“I don’t want you to fucking explain I want you to answer me!”

“Well if you don’t let me-“

“Yes or no!”

He screamed, the veins in his neck bulging as he slowly pressed his foot onto the gas, the speed crescendoing rapidly.

“YES!”

I snapped back as I watched Hangman's face contort from rage to pain. As his lips pursed into a fine line, his brows returned to a neutral position. He took his foot off the gas, and the car quickly returned to a safe speed.

“No but… not just him.”

Hangman scoffed in frustration.

“What the hell do you mean?”

“Like…”

God, I was about to confess a secret I had spent the previous three months trying to keep hidden. As the embarrassment finally reached my body, my face flushed hot and blood rushed to my cheeks.

“Both of you.”

Hangman cocked his brow in confusion.

“Both of…”

His voice trailed off, the realization finally setting in.

“Oh.”

My stomach flipped. This was extremely humiliating. Hangman was naturally possessive of those he loved. I knew this would not go down well with him and his view of what a relationship should be.

The rest of the car ride was spent in awkward silence, with the air heavy and the atmosphere thick. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe, but I tried not to show Hangman that every nerve ending in my body was burning with humiliation.

Hangman pulled up to the Kazansky household. I'd been visiting my father because his health was deteriorating rapidly, and I knew I needed to spend some much needed quality time with him before he passed away.

“Thank you for driving me, Jake.”

“You're welcome.”

Hangman had transformed into a lonely facade, his body devoid of any emotion. He was staring straight ahead with lifeless eyes, his hands on the steering wheel, his breath even.

“Goodbye.”

As I stepped out of Hangman's car and shut the door behind me, he didn't say goodbye. My hands quickly moved back and forth at my sides, propelling my feet to move faster as I hurried to my front door. I didn't give a damn if Hangman mocked me for trying to get out of the awkward situation. He now hates me. My wonderful relationship with Hangman had come to an end.

I tried not to slam the door, as my father was probably getting some much-needed beauty rest. I rushed up the stairs, furious at myself, tears forming at the corners of my eyes, clouding my vision.

I should've just denied it, God. I should've joined Hangman in his laughter and professed my love for him. My relationship has now been ruined as a result of my inability to lie. My conscience would not be burdened by a small white lie. I could continue to have a happy relationship while admiring Bradley from afar.

I was happy with Hangman, super happy. He was most definitely the one for me and I’d never consider leaving Hangman for Bradley.

But I’ve heard stories about Rooster that make me fantasize about what he’s like when you catch him alone. Hangman’s cockiness plus Rooster’s slyness?

Now that was a match made in heaven.

“Bye dad, have fun at the beach!”

I waved goodbye to my father as he and my mother left to enjoy a day to themselves. After watching them safely climb into the car, I shut the door, ensuring they were safe before heading out to the sand.

Now it's time for me to wallow in self-pity as I try to figure out how to mend my shattered relationship.

I picked up my phone ten times in the span of an hour, my finger hovering over Hangman's number before I inevitably chickened out.

“Fuck. Why is this so hard?”

I eventually gave up, deciding that it was preferable to wait out the awkwardness. If I called him right now, what would I say?

Hey Jake. Sorry I confessed that I want to have a threesome with you and your enemy.

Yes, I'm sure that would be well received.

I flopped back onto the bed, my head in my hands, staring at the empty ceiling above me. I was left alone with my thoughts, my mind racing through hundreds of possibilities for how to correct the damage.

I’ll just… apologize?

Should I be sorry?

I suppose I should apologize for sharing my fantasies.

On the other hand, I'm powerless over my thoughts.

Hangman, I'm sure, has had some strange thoughts of his own.

The door unlocked with an audible click.

Shit!

I perked up, supporting my torso with my hands behind my back. My gaze was fixed on my bedroom door, as if expecting a man wearing a black ski mask to burst through and whisk me away.

I didn’t lock the door.

Shit, I didn’t lock the door.

“Y/N?!”

Hangman? What the hell was he doing here?

A thief is more likely to enter my house than Hangman. Especially after last night's humiliating confession.

“Y/N?!”

His deep voice echoed around the walls of my house and traveled to my room, where my ears heard him call my name once more.

“I’m up here, Jake!”

Hangman climbed the stairwell. God, his footsteps were awfully loud. Was he stomping his boots on the ground? The deafening sounds of his footfalls became much more coherent as he progressed up the stairwell.

Wait.

I'm sure I'm hallucinating. Hangman didn’t have four feet. How could he possibly be making four stomping noises at once?

I watched the knob twist. My bedroom door swung open to reveal Hangman.

And…

No.

No way in hell.

“Rooster?”

I inquired. I felt as if I had been thrown into the deep end of a freezing pool. My body became cold, and blood from my brain rushed to my heart as my pulse accelerated. I was thrown into a spontaneous state of shock.

Their combined gazes pounded down on me, making me feel helpless and vulnerable.

“Wow Hangman.”

Rooster began, the right corner of his mouth gradually moving into a smirk. He kept his deep brown eyes on mine, and I worried he could sense how nervous I was growing under his all knowing stare.

“I thought you were joking. But she’s so flustered and we haven’t even done anything yet.”

He crossed his arms over his broad chest, drawing my attention to his large pecs under his tight white shirt.

Hangman had vanished from my view. He was out of sight and out of mind as I locked my gaze on Rooster, my mind failing to register that this was real.

“Hey baby.”

Hangman appeared in my peripheral vision, his tone overly pleasant. I averted my gaze from Rooster, hoping to find solace in Hangman's eyes. But his gaze was as sly and mysterious as Roosters', implying that I was the only one who wasn't in on their secret plan.

Hangman took two long, slow strides towards me, his hands smugly shoved into his pockets, until he was only a foot away.

“Will you come here?”

Hangman inquired, bringing a hand from his pockets and making a "come hither" motion with his pointer finger. I rose to my feet slowly to avoid falling on my shaky knees. I didn't take my gaze away from Hangman, afraid that if I did, they'd both pounce like hungry lions.

I took a small step forward, bringing his chest to within six inches of mine.

“Come closer.”

I didn't want to come any closer. I wanted to put as much distance as possible between us. But I knew Hangman would make me do whatever he wanted, even if it meant asking me ten times.

I shuffled forward, cocking my head back to look him in the eyes.

Even when I had to tilt my head back to look Hangman in the eyes, I always felt even with him. But today, under his crushing gaze, I felt small, minuscule, and completely helpless.

Hangman slowly raised his hands, grasping the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head at a turtle's pace.

“Jake. What’s going on?”

I asked, my tone breathy and my cheeks flushed hot as he dropped my t-shirt to the side. Jake cocked a brow, scoffing loudly.

“I don’t know what there is to be confused about.”

He was perplexed by my bewilderment. My gaze was fixed on Hangman, whose face was so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath fan across my face. Rooster had vanished from my mind.

Hangman’s eyes trailed down to my chest, his calloused fingertips dragging against my skin to push the straps of my bra down my arms until they hung limply at my sides.

“We’re both gonna fuck you.”

Hangman's gaze wandered freely across my front, stepping lightly as he circled my body with the look of a hungry tiger until he reached my backside.

Jake unclipped my bra, the lack of straps allowing it to fall freely to the ground. A cool draft from the ajar window blew through my room, my nipples quickly hardening into stiff peaks.

My mind wanted to run, but my body was completely at the mercy of the two pilots as my feet were stuck to the ground in fear. Besides, it was impossible for me to deny the pinching sensation gradually building in my lower abdomen.

Hangman wrapped his powerful arms around my bare waist, pressing my back flush against his muscular chest. My neck became limp and my head fell back onto Hangman's shoulder as he connected his warm mouth to the sensitive skin on my throat.

“Can I eat her pussy Hangman?”

Shit, I forgot about Rooster.

I kept my eyes focused on the ceiling above me despite growing wet and antsy with arousal at the thought of Rooster joining the scene.

I expected his tone to be shaky, breathy, or at the very least indicate that he was slightly uncomfortable. But he was assured, cool, and collected, and his tone was even.

“I don’t know Bradshaw.”

Jake's tone encompassed a sarcastic edge. He tried to appear difficult, but I knew he had been planning this moment since the moment he proposed the idea to Rooster.

Hangman’s kisses were soft against my neck, warming me up for what was to come.

“Oh come on Hangman.”

Rooster's voice was becoming more audible, and his soft footfalls made my chest heave with excitement.

“If this is gonna work you have to share.”

He spoke as if he was talking to a kindergartner, lecturing them on the importance of sharing.

I was thoroughly surprised with the casualness of their voices. If I wasn’t about to be fucked by two gorgeous men I would assume they were speaking of the weather.

“Alright Bradshaw. I’ll hold her down for you.”

The way they spoke as if this was purely between them ignited a fire within me. The desire to be manhandled caused a pool of arousal to form inside my panties.

Hangman held my waist tight as he backed himself up to the bed, the edge slamming against the back of his knees and forcing him into a sitting position.

I fell atop his lap, my backside slamming into his semi hard cock which was beginning to strain against the confines of his jeans.

Rooster approached me slowly, his head gradually lowering as he strode over to where I was perched on Hangman's lap. I clenched my thighs together as Rooster's crushing gaze became inquisitive as he mentally planned his next moves.

Hangman's mouth became urgent. He was now biting my neck and sucking bright purple marks into the side of my throat. Jake sighed against my skin, the hot air blowing onto the tender bruises.

Rooster lowered to his knees, now tilting his head backwards to lock out gazes as he hooked a finger into the waistband of my pajama shorts. I relaxed my thighs, allowing Rooster to drag the soft fabric of my pajama shorts down my legs.

Rooster maintained intense eye contact with me as he raised his hand, pressing his calloused thumb against my clothed clit. I rolled my hips forward, urging Rooster to touch me more.

The friction I applied to Hangman’s cock ignited a low growl from the back of his throat, the vibrations reverberating around the inners of my neck.

“Stop moving. Be a good girl and sit still while Bradshaw eats your pretty little pussy.”

I gulped, the aching in my cunt already becoming unbearably painful. I had to move, I had to relieve myself from this discomfort. But grinding against Hangman's beautiful cock would only delay the thing I really wanted, a mind boggling orgasm.

Rooster hooked a finger into the waistband of my panties, peeling them off my body and exposing my soaking wet cunt.

Hangman bit a particularly tender area of my neck. I hissed through my teeth as I gripped Hangman's forearms and dug my nails into his well-defined arm muscles.

Rooster's powerful hands grabbed the undersides of my knees and threw them over his shoulders. Bradley arched his back, leaning forward until his face was just inches away from where I craved him the most.

Bradley’s scruffy mustache brushed against my sensitive inner thighs as he placed gentle kisses onto my skin. He stared at me through his lashes, catching every contortion of my facial muscles as I experienced the pleasure he gave me.

“You have such a pretty pussy.”

Rooster mumbled seductively against my thigh.

Hangman paused his brutal attack on my neck, resting his chin on my shoulder to watch as Bradley kissed my inner thighs tenderly.

Bradley buried his face in between my legs, licking a long stripe from the base of my folds to my clit. I gasped, tangling one of my hands in Roosters sandy locks.

“Fuck Hangman, she’s so wet.”

Bradley murmured directly before wrapping his warm mouth around my clit, hallowing his cheeks to harshly suck on my swollen nub.

“I would imagine, pretty girl probably touched herself to the thought of having both of us at once.”

Hangman's voice dropped to a sensual rasp.

“Have you?”

Rooster asked, pulling his glorious mouth away from my aching pussy, his mustache and lips shining with my arousal. His eyes were now soft, a stark contrast from the fiery passion his gaze encompassed only moments before. Bradley was hoping I would admit to touching myself to the thought of his cock throbbing inside of me.

I moaned at the loss of contact, hurriedly confessing the truth so Rooster would make me cum.

“Yes. Yes I have.”

I wheezed, thrusting the Roosters head back in between my legs. Bradley was now more determined to bring me to an orgasm. He tore his eyes away from mine so he could focus on making me feel good.

Hangman’s pants were growing tighter, his now fully erect cock pushing into my backside as his breath became ragged with desire. His grip on my waist became tighter as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Rooster was flicking my clit expertly with the tip of his tongue. The wet, sloppy sound coming from my wet cunt was pornographic.

I was a moaning mess, my entire naked body covered in sweat as my chest heaved with want. I bucked my hips forward into Bradley’s face, my grasp on his hair pulling multiple strands directly from the root.

My backside brushed against Hangman's rock hard cock, and I felt him throb inside his pants as he grumbled in annoyance.

“I told you not to move.”

He growled, his strong arms forcing the breath from my lungs as Rooster continued his brutal assault on my cunt.

“You’ll be wishing you never bucked your hips into Bradley’s face later when I finally get inside of you.”

Rooster’s rough mustache brushed against the skin on my pussy, adding to the growing pinch that was building inside my lower abdomen.

“Rooster, I’m gonna cum.”

He blinked, his gaze shifting to me, watching my brows knit in delight and my face contorted in arousal. The pleasure Rooster was giving to my pussy along with the fact the men were both still fully dressed had me clenching my lower abdomen in want.

“Cum on my face baby. I wanna taste you.”

Rooster's resonance emanated from his chest, his raspy tone reverberating throughout his entire body. The vibrations from his rasp sent me over the edge, my stomach loosening as I convulsed, my back arching away from Hangman's strong chest.

There were only two people in my life who were able to make me orgasm with their mouth solely, Hangman, and Rooster.

As my eyes rolled to the back of my head, I let go of Bradley's hair until my hand was simply resting atop his head. Every muscle in my body relaxed, the intense orgasm sent me spiraling into a senseless state of ecstasy.

Rooster lapped up my juices, ensuring that he didn’t waste a single drop of my arousal.

“Fuck. You taste like candy.”

He continued to lick and suck even after my cunt had run dry. I threw my head back against Hangman's stiff shoulder, taking a deep breath as Bradley tenderly sucked on my cunt, successfully bringing my mind back to earth. When Rooster realized he had tasted all there was, he lifted my limp legs from his shoulders and set them gently on the floor.

His mustache and beautifully plush lips glimmered in the soft sunlight as they were completely coated with my arousal. Rooster looked at me, his eyes soft and tender for a split second before hardening again, the fiery passion returning.

My back hit the mattress as Hangman threw me off his lap, my eyes returning to the blank ceiling above as I took a moment to mentally and physically prepare myself for what was to come.

“Alright Bradshaw, let’s take care of her.”

I shifted my gaze to the side, watching Hangman and Bradley strip. Hangman caught my attention as he grabbed his shirt collar and threw it over his head. He smirked at me, flexing his muscles subtly as he unbuckled the metal buckle on his thick leather belt.

Hangman was done stripping much faster than Bradley. He casually approached my side of the bed. His thick cock was fully erect, his tip pink and swollen, leaking beads of precum.

The aching in my cunt returned as Hangman climbed over me, my gaze directed to his fiery eyes.

Jake gently cupped my face with his calloused palm, dragging his rough thumb pad over my bottom lip.

“You look so pretty under me.”

Hangman jerked his head to the side, locking eyes with Bradley.

“Watch for now Bradshaw, maybe you’ll learn a little something.”

Jake pressed his mouth to my breastbone, kissing between my sensitive breasts as down my soft stomach.

I wanted to catch a glance of Bradley before Hangman buried himself inside my aching cunt. I twisted my neck to the side, locking eyes with Rooster.

God, he was gorgeous. Rooster was standing confidentially, watching Hangman kiss my hip bones with his muscular arms crossed over his glistening pectorals. Bradley’s perfectly sculpted abdomen glimmered in the soft San Diego sunshine.

What was most impressive was his cock. His cock was fantastic, thick in all the right places with a large vein running along the underside. Rooster was also painfully hard, the pink, swollen tip of his dick brushing against his lower abdomen with every minor shift of his body.

“Hey Hangman, your little girl is eye fucking me again.”

I tore my eyes away from Bradley’s naked body, bringing my gaze back to the empty ceiling as my face flushed red with humiliation.

“Oh, is she now?”

Hangman leaned back on his knees, gripped the soft flesh of my hips, and flipped me onto my stomach in a single motion.

Hangman pressed his erect cock to my cunt, not entering me just yet. Instead, he leaned over me, his torso pressing against my bare sweaty back, his mouth grazing over my ear.

“You shouldn’t have done that sweetheart.”

He whispered sensually, gripping his cock and dragging the swollen tip through my soaking wet folds. His dick brushed against my clit, lighting a match in my lower stomach.

I shuddered in pleasure, a chill running down my spine.

Hangman snapped his hips forward, burying himself balls deep within me.

I gasped, gripping the sheets in desperation as Hangman drew his hips back before slamming into me once more.

“Ah!”

I exclaimed, squeezing my eyes shut as the image of Rooster faded from my mind. The only thought running through my brain was Hangman's gloriously thick length pulsing inside of my walls.

“She’s nice and tight, Bradshaw.”

Hangman was rubbing it in Rooster's face, his tone mocking as he yanked my hips back to meet his rigorous thrusts.

My jaw dropped and my knees shook as I struggled to support my body. Jake snaked a hand down my back, burying his thick fingers in my roots and yanking my head back. My neck strained as Hangman tugged on my hair, revealing the bruises he'd left on my throat moments prior.

“Jake.”

I moaned and swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in my mouth.

“Bradshaw!”

Hangman's grip on my hair loosened just enough for me to turn to the side and catch a glimpse of Rooster.

His large hand was wrapped around the base of his thick cock, pumping his length. Bradley groaned everytime he thrusted his hips forward to fuck his hand, his dick pulsing as the blood rushed through his erect cock.

His eyes were rapidly traveling around the scene, unsure of where to look. Rooster dragged the pad of his thumb around the swollen tip of his cock, knitting his brows and sighing deeply.

A pulse of heat traveled to my cunt as I intently watched Rooster pleasuring himself to the scene of Hangman and I fucking.

“Bradshaw!”

Hangman yelled even louder to jolt Rooster out of his stupor. Bradley came to his senses, his hand halting its movements.

“Stop jacking off! Get over here and put you fucking cock down her throat!”

Jake tightened his grip on my hair yet again, jerking my head back to its original position, my head frozen in space once more.

“Jake!”

I screamed, the absence of Rooster causing me to focus on only one thing, the rapidly increasing pressure in my lower abdomen as Hangman buried himself balls deep inside of me with every intense thrust.

“I’m gonna cum.”

Hangman stopped, his cock resting halfway inside of my soaking cunt. I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut and almost sobbing at the loss of movement.

“Now, we can’t have you cumming so soon, can we?”

Jake's voice was sultry and sensual, his tone mocking me. Hangman released my hair, my neck sagged forward, and my eyes fixed on the wrinkled sheets beneath me.

“Alright pretty girl,”

Rooster began. He climbed onto the bed, standing tall on his knees. I regained control of my neck, cocking my head back and gazing at him through my lashes.

My pussy clenched around Hangman's thick cock as I took in the sight in front of me. Rooster’s toned chest was glistening with moisture, his lips moist with saliva.

My gaze trailed down his torso until I was eye level with his thick cock.

“You like what you see?”

I did.

I very much did like what I saw.

Rooster's cock stood fully erect, the bulging veins along its underside throbbing along with his quick heartbeat.

“Yes.”

I said weakly.

Bradley tangled his thick fingers in my hair.

“Open your mouth for me, good girl. I wanna ruin that pretty face of yours.”

I dropped my jaw, allowing Bradley to push the swollen tip of his cock past my plush lips. Hangman resumed his intense pace when Bradley thrusted into my mouth a second time, my nose brushing against the thick collection of pubic hair at the base of his cock.

Rooster threw his head backwards in unconcealed pleasure, showcasing his bobbing Adam’s apple.

“You have the perfect mouth, it’s taking my cock so well.”

The praise rushed to my cunt, where Hangman was brutally thrusting into my g spot. His dull nails dug into the soft flesh of my hips, a loud smacking sound erupting with every wet thrust.

Tears of pleasure began to fall down my cheeks as the tip of Rooster's cock slammed into the back of my throat. I tried hard to surpass a gag, wanting nothing more than to please the two navy pilots.

Rooster threw his head forward, his eyes now staring down at me.

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.”

Rooster swiped away a pleasurable tear from my cheek with his calloused thumb pad.

“She’s a pretty girl, Bradshaw, enjoy it while it lasts.”

Hangman's tone was overcome with sensual gasps. Jake had given up struggling to maintain composure. I hummed against Rooster’s cock, the desire to fall into an orgasm was overwhelming.

The vibrations travelled to Roosters length, his cock twitching on my tongue.

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna cum in your mouth, right down your pretty little throat.”

The sounds of sex bounced off the thin walls. Hangman’s cock was rapidly throbbing inside of my soaking heat as he grit his teeth and enjoyed the feeling of my walls hugging his length.

Bradley was absolutely losing his cool. The jerking of his hips had become sloppy and his moans were strangled. He ripped strands of my hair straight from the scalp as he aggressively bobbed my mouth along his thick cock.

My vision was foggy, tears clouding my eyes as I relaxed my body and allowed the men to use me for their own personal pleasure.

“Tell me how good I make you feel, baby.”

Hangman exclaimed, then scoffed loudly.

“Oh, I forgot. You’re too busy choking on Bradley.”

Bradley’s knees shook, his entire body vibrating in suit as he came in my mouth with one final twitch of his throbbing length. Roosters hot cum coated the inside of my throat, his cock stilling inside of my mouth as his dick became soft atop my tongue.

“I wanna fuck her Hangman.”

Rooster pleaded.

“Absolutely not, you're lucky I let you taste her.”

“Please…”

Rooster's voice trailed off as he gave a few slow, final thrusts of his cock to help him ride out his orgasm.

“Not a chance Bradshaw.”

Hangman said, his tone indicating that the argument was over.

Now that Bradley was done with my mouth, I focused on Hangman's cock pulsing in and out of me. His strong grip on my hips was beginning to hurt, the pain adding to the heightening pleasure.

Rooster pulled out, a long strand of white cum connecting my plush lips to the tip of his cock. Bradley hopped off the bed, quickly exiting the situation to allow us time to ourselves.

“Jake!”

I screamed, throwing my head back in pleasure as the coil in my stomach snapped and released all over his thick length.

“That’s it baby girl, cum all over my cock.”

Hangman wheezed, his sticky cum coating my walls and filling me to the brim. Jake lazily rolled his hips once he had finished fucking me silly in order to assist me in riding out my orgasm.

“God. That was so good. I’m gonna pass out.”

I spoke as my mind drifted in and out of my post orgasmic haze, my eyes fluttering shut before jolting open.

“Lay on your back. I wanna clean you up.”

Hangman pulled out of me, my pussy suddenly feeling empty without him buried inside of me. I flipped myself over onto my back, spreading my legs so Hangman could bury his face between my thighs.

Jake lapped at our combined juices, sucking and cleaning my dripping pussy as to avoid having to grab a towel.

“Where are you going Rooster?”

I asked. Rooster was already clothed and staring in the mirror directly above my dresser, attempting to fix his unruly hair.

“It’s one thing if Ice comes back and catches you and Hangman naked. But if he sees me,”

Rooster turned to face the bed.

“Well, I don’t think you’d want that.”

I pursed my lips into a straight line.

“True.”

I said flatly.

“Bye Y/N. Let’s agree to never speak of this again.”

Hangman finished cleaning me and raised his head above my thighs to lock his gaze on Rooster.

“Why don’t I get a goodbye?”

He asked, his tone overly sarcastic.

“Because fuck you Hangman.”

“That’s fair.”

They both said with a loud chuckle.

Rooster left through my bedroom door without uttering another word. What has been done is done, and there is nothing more to be said about the current circumstance.

“So…”

Hangman began, climbing over me until our chests were flush together, his body heat radiating off of him.

“Was it everything you’d hoped?”

I cocked my head to the side, as if pondering his question.

“Well, it was good until you didn’t let Rooster fuck me.”

Hangman lightly smacked my shoulder, his eyes rolling in mock annoyance.

“Oh fuck you.”

We both laughed quietly to ourselves, smiling warmly at each other.

“Are we good now?”

Hangman inquired. It made me happy to know he was still interested in pleasing me even after my weird confession.

“Yes. I think we’re good.”

I hope you guys like this one! Constructive criticism is always appreciated! :)