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vcrooster · 1 year

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Midnight Rain

PREQUEL TO AFTER HOURS

Smut

Paring: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw & Simpson! Reader.

Word count: 4K

Summary: Bradley is nice enough to buy you a drink on your birthday.

Warnings: pinv, car sex, public sex, smut, smut, smut.

Author’s note: this can be read as a stand alone but here his part 1 if you’re interested: After Hours

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“Excuse me, could– Hey!” It’s not your first attempt in getting the bartender's attention. It’s embarrassing but not even leaning a little more on the bar to expose more of your cleavage is helping.

“Just a moment, sweet thing” He said, lifting a finger towards you, ignoring your order and going straight to the blonde that just got there a second ago.

“Prick” You said under your breath.

And Rooster notices everything from the other side of the bar. He couldn't help but to feel like an asshole when he was trying to see if he could get a glimpse of your ass under that little pink skirt of yours.

You soon turn your head when you feel a pair of eyes looking towards you. He’s handsome. Really fucking handsome and for the look on his face he looks like might be interested in buying you a drink.

“You need some help?” He figures if he already made eye contact he might as well offer to get you something, he didn’t want to seem like a creep.

“Is it that obvious?” You scrunch your nose with a little bit of embarrassment. You move towards his direction noticeably biting your lip to grab his whole attention.

“Just a little” And it seems to work by the way his eyes linger over your body. “For what it’s worth I really thought you almost got it there for a second.” He gives you an ironic smile.

You notice how sweet his smile is and how his hazel eyes lighten up when he does so. “What can I say, I tried my best”

“Yeah I saw that” You know what he means, and now you know exactly what he has been looking at. “Don’t you look too young to be in a place like this?”

“As a matter of fact” You showed him your ID, you had it ready in your hand to show the bartender. “I turned twenty one today.” You say it like you're proud of it. He reads your name on the card and it falls so nicely from his lips.

“Then it has to be my treat then” He offered. Bradley quickly noticed the curiosity in your eyes which made his lips quirk up slightly. You tell him what you want, it takes him no effort to get the bartender's attention “Get me a Sour Martini.”

“Right on.”

Even though he doesn’t offer you the seat next to him, you take it before he could even finish talking. He was about to do it, you just beat him to it. He doesn’t hide very well how his eyes take a look at your legs.

The words get lost in his throat when the drink arrives in just a minute. “Thanks man.”

“No problem.”

He slides it to you, meeting your fingers in the process in a way that’s totally intentional.

“And you're not going to tell me your name?” You try to make small conversation, well, find out the name of the guy that just bought you a drink seemed the right way to go so you could at least say ‘thank you.’

“It’s a secret” He looks at his beer giving you a smirk before taking a sip.

“I’m very discreet, y’know” You rest your head in the palm of your hand, trying to look more interested in whatever words come out of his mouth.

“It’s Rooster” You twitch your lips playfully with some hints of confusion.

“Rooster?” You think maybe you didn’t catch it quite right because of the conversations over lapping next to you. “Rooster?” You repeated. He nods his head leaning closer to you, licking his lips in the process. “Maybe I already had too much to drink.”

There is a chuckle coming from him looking at how confused you are. It’s cute. “It’s my call sign, I’m a fighter pilot” He explained.

“Really?” You sound more surprised than what you actually are, you don’t know what it is about him but it isn't so far-fetched the fact that he’s a pilot. “My father is in the Navy too. He’s on deployment right now” Maybe you overshared, but it’s not every day you’re able to talk to a hot Navy guy without having your dad watching over you shoulder like a hawk.

The expression on his face went a little confused trying to pace all of the information together.

Simpson, he remembers your last name on your ID. The only Simpson he knows in the Navy is Admiral Beau Simpson.

An admiral's daughter. He sure is fucked and the only thing he’s done so far is buy you a drink.

“Hence why are you at a bar” He didn't want to think about it a whole lot. Thinking about it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong, yet.

“Hence why I’m at the bar” you repeated. He has the most gorgeous smile you’ve seen. You reciprocate immediately feeling him loosen up.

“Your old man hard on you?” The way his eyes lock on you is making you feel like you’re melting. He’s not like the other pilots you’ve gotten the chance to see, it makes you think he’s not here for a long time.

“Not really” Come to think of it, your dad’s concern over you has always come from your constant bad choices. “He has a no pilots rule, though.”

“Hurtful, very hurtful” He sets his hand on his chest acting as if that was the most offensive thing he’s ever heard, stealing a laugh from you.

“Well, not the best reputation precedes you guys” He catches how you cross your legs giving him a little more to see. “You can’t blame the man.”

“You think that?” He raises his left eyebrow softly.

“Maybe” You answer with a bitter sweet tone. “He could be right”

“Why’s that?” He’s more invested in what you have to say due to the sudden change of your voice.

“Because when a guy tries to take a girl back to his place he usually starts off giving his actual name” You take a sip from your drink, he never breaks eye contact with you following every movement you make.

He’s captivated. Not really being able to figure out how Beau Simpson raised a daughter so unlike his strict persona, but then again he’s only judging by the front he got to see in a couple of training exercises with him. If it wasn’t for the last name he would’ve never put his money down for Beau.

He didn’t realize how long he’d let you hang until you spoke again.

“I see… he’s not interested” You twitch your mouth to the side in disappointment. Did he just buy you a drink out of pity? After checking you out? “Well, thank you for the drink anyway, Rooster” You emphasize his call sign just to turn around and walk back to your friends.

Oh but he is. He just doesn’t want to make it too obvious that he wants to take you home.

He doesn’t give it too much thought. He’s not the biggest fan of fucking a random stranger but you look so good in that little pink set that he doesn’t really care about anything.

“It’s Bradley” He didn’t want to rush it out as fast as he did. He honestly thought you weren’t going to turn around back to him anymore. “Bradley Bradshaw” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous that he blew the whole thing. “And he is interested.”

You don’t even want to hide the smile on your face. Maybe this is the best birthday gift you could have ever landed on.

You’re trying not to think about the repercussions of following this man in the rain towards his car.

It’s a nice gesture from him draping his Hawaiian shirt on your shoulders trying to keep you covered from the rain.

You had a couple of drinks, you wouldn’t say you're drunk, you know you’re going to remember every second of this night in the morning.

He looks like he’s struggling to find his car, almost not remembering he parked in the back of the parking lot. It seems like a long walk and the midnight rain isn’t going anywhere any time soon. You try not to think too much in how you just totally left your friends for the hottest guy in the room, but still a stranger nonetheless.

He acts like such a gentleman, opening the door for you and holding your hand to help you in. Your heart beats loudly against your chest in anticipation for what’s to come.

Maybe your fake ID only got you in one or two bars but adding up all of the frat parties you’d only had a very blurry couple of night stands. But this is so much different, he’s an older guy. The last thing you want is to seem like a prude.

“Fuck, it’s pouring” He puts the keys into the ignition letting the car warm up for a second. You’re nervous. The fidgeting with your fingers was going to be a little too obvious if you kept it up. “You alright?” His voice is so sweet you could die.

You’re looking at him as he's pushing his wet hair back, your heart races. You feel like you’d lost all the confidence you had back in the bar. You’re scared that if you don’t act now you’re going to be too overwhelmed later.

Before he could even speak again, you’re pulling him close to you, tugging him by the neck and rapidly joining your lips together with him. It takes him only a second to respond to your kiss, his hands find their way to the base of your skull. The harsh press of his lips made every single thought in your mind disappear just so you could only focus on him.

His tongue is gliding over your bottom lip looking for access that you give him right away. Your surprise by the way he’s already giving in to you.

As you feel the sync of his mouth against yours escalate he pulls away taking a second to look into your eyes. You notice the pink color from your lip gloss all over his lips, you giggle at how confused he looks. “What?” He said smiling.

“You got a little…” Your thumb brushes over them collecting the gloss on your finger, his eyes follow it so mesmerized by it.

Shit, shit, shit. That’s all it takes for him to be wrapped around your finger.

“That don’t bother me” He pulls you back in kissing you roughly, teeth clashing and his tounge fighting with yours, only separating to take some air.

He’s fast to push his seat all the way back to make space for you to straddle his lap. He pulls you by the waist immediately moving his hands roam all over your thighs.

Rooster sees you growing shy once you're settled on his lap. He thinks it’s endearing how you're blushing when you kissed him like that just a second before.

“Hey, look at me” His voice wasn’t as soft as before. Hand sliding over your jaw tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “That's better” He said with satisfaction.

Your hips circle down into his own. His fingers buried into your hip bones guide the pace. Your core rubbed perfectly against him as you felt him hardening through the fabric of his jeans.

His hands skim under your skirt soon making their way to your ass, bringing you closer to him. His lips feel soft and rough at the same time.

His mouth moved with yours almost immediately, both fighting for which one of you was in charge, it wasn’t long before you let him guide you exactly how he wanted you to. He pushed his tongue in and your head began to spin.

Your clit is throbbing with each movement he guides down as you feel yourself growing wet between your thighs. “How does it feel?” He asks with a raspy tone. You barely notice how his hands are riding up your skirt slowly, but then again everything feels too good to be noticing anything.

“So good” You whimper. His tongue glides slowly over your bottom lip before he starts to trail off to your neck, painting small red circles all the way to whatever skin is exposed from your chest.

You want to tell him not to leave marks on you but the words fall off of your month with a moan that’s been building up in the back of your throat.

You roll down again and his hips meet you halfway in smooth thrust. The way he moans his like music to your ears. The way he’s kissing you is getting hotter by the second, same way as he grows inside of his pants. “You’re so good for me baby, aren’t you?”

“Yes” You answer without even having a second thought. It comes out as a whine making his already hard cock twitch in his pants.

He smiles at the sight of you needing him. He loved how his name just slipped out of your mouth begging for more. Hands removing his own shirt off of your shoulders, he finds the zipper of the crop top just to soon reveal a low cut lacy bra.

You feel the heat rising to your face and the puddle of pleasure building up in your lower stomach. He lets you move down a couple of times before holding your hips steady, stalling your movements.

Soon enough his hand gets lost in between your thighs, rubbing you on top of your panties. “You’re so wet for me already.” He pulled the fabric aside letting two of his fingers inside while his thumb drew circles with pressure on your clit.

He feels lost in the way you’re moaning, how you're kissing down his jaw nibbling at his earlobe, returning the same little number he marked on you a minute ago.

The way he lets out a groan sends shivers down your spine. “You smell so sweet” He said so softly you almost didn’t catch it. His breath hits your skin and the tip of his nose keeps drawing its way up your neck until his month meets your again.

You felt so close to the edge your body started to react, hips followed the traces that his thumb was drawing over your clit. The sound of you moaning made his eyes look for yours in realization.

He had to remind himself where he was. Maybe the rain helped cover up the two silhouettes but he still figured that it was pretty obvious what was happening if someone stared long enough.

“Shit– Hold on” he pants over your lips taking just a second to catch his breath.

“What?– why?” You huff. His hands go up your sides, settling you on his lap. You kiss him desperately trying to get him going again, not really getting why he stopped in the first place.

You kiss down his jaw all the way to his earlobe. He moans softly and you’re loving how such simple actions are the ones that affect him the most.

You got him for a second, his hands sliding over the material covering your breast cupping them in his large hands.

Fuck it. His common sense was thrown out the window.

He wanted to drive you back home. He wanted no other but but yo fuck you in every surface of his apartment, maybe the plan wasn’t this one but he won’t oppose to it.

“Get in the back for me. I’m not done yet” He clarified.

You do exactly as he said. He catches a very nice view of you when you go over the center console, he’s quick to pass his hand over the curve ass, gaining a surprise moan from you.

He didn’t even feel the cold when he walked out of his car.

He looks through the wet window at how your blurry figure settles against the opposite door. He feels his jeans growing tighter at the image of ripping that pink skirt off your body already. “Fuck me.” He says under his breath.

The door swigs open. Bradley takes a moment to look at you. Your cheeks were flustered and your lips have a cherry plump to them. He’s seen many pretty girls before but not a single one he just couldn’t wait to sleep with. First time he’s ever fucked someone in his car.

You brush your thighs together to revive some of the tension that’s building up, feeling too shy to have your hand do it for you.

Once the door is closed he couldn’t decide what to do to you first. Your shoes come off first, his hands finally take care of your skirt. It’s slow, he makes sure that he takes his time feeling the skin of your thighs.

He kisses you hard, grabbing a hold of your waist easily and laying you down on the seat completely under him. Your leg wraps around him settling on his lower back. It leaves for you to meet the bulge in his jeans again.

He feels warm to the touch despite being covered by the cold rain. You break the kiss just to pull on his soaked shirt, taking it completely off him.

You knew whatever he had going on underneath was going to be good. His muscles were toned and exercised but not to exaggerate, they were smoothly marked across his whole body and his skin was soft and tanned by the California sun. He certainly would take anybody’s breath away.

You slid the palms of your hands down his torso until they met the waistband of his jeans, and you used it as leverage, feeling how the way he’s kissing you became more and more dizzying.

He likes how your lips feel pillowy over his, it makes him deepen the kiss even more, he’s so lost in it the only thing that took his attention off of it was you unbuckling his belt, which he helped out with right away.

It all feels so rushed. His jeans are pooling alongside your skirt and heels in the footwell. Next went your bra which he wouldn't of mind leaving on, it’s no secret that he’s always been a lingerie type of guy.

“I need to grab a condom” He says, separating from you. You’re debating whether to tell him that you're on birth control and trust the guy you just met at a bar on a Saturday night that was nice enough to buy you a drink, which at this point doesn’t really seem like a bad idea.

“It’s okay” You pant pulling him back to meet your lips. “I’m on the pill” His eyes fall into yours for a quick moment. He thinks about it but he’s far too gone to give it too much importance.

You pulled him in against your lips to kiss him feverishly, snapping him out of his thoughts. His tongue caresses yours leading to a soft mewl on his mouth.

His boxers are gone as soon as you tug at the waist band. He noticed how you’re staring, it goes straight to his ego. He tries to hide his smile, licking his lips focusing on the expression on your face. “So beautiful.” He moves a string of your hair to the back of your ear just so he could take a look at your features a little better.

You give him a smile that makes him completely melt. Your cheeks are flushed and he can’t help to think how sweet you are. “You ready sweet heart?” You nod.

He pays attention to your clit again to help you relax. His cock lines up with your entrance and he can already tell how tight you're going to feel.

It burns the first couple of seconds from the stretch of him pushing in. He’s taking it slow trying to ease the pain as much as possible for you. He places a tender kiss on your temple just to feel how his lips separate over your skin moaning in pleasure loving how you feel around him.

You squeeze onto his shoulders as you keep lowering yourself, feeling how his chest clashes with yours and his hot breath hits your ear, there’s a sigh leaving his mouth with the further you go down his length.

Bradley bites his bottom lip resting his forehead on your collarbone having a great view of your body’s coming together. “Oh god– You’re so perfect” He said with an airy voice.

You still. Rooster noticed some discomfort in your face once you took him all in. He’s mindful about it, you just turned twenty one, probably it’s for the best to let you guide the pace. His thumbs draw circles on your hip bones, kissing your skin tenderly just to comfort you.

You’re grabbing onto his shoulders to start your pace. He helps you move with his hand wrapped around your waist. It’s easy at first, he likes the slow burn of it, how his cock almost completely out and deep back in afterwards. “You’re so fucking tight.”

A breathless moan leaving your mouth. Your pace picks up. He’s hitting just the right spot every time you come back down.

His hand lands on your hips digging his fingers in your skin, his arm still around your waist allows you to go faster, he bucks his hips upwards to meet yours half way, he gives the extra fricción you're looking for. “Ngh– shit”

His head leans back in the seat, brows knotting together, enjoying how you're bouncing on him. “Fuck– your precious baby” He moaned.

His hands roam on your back close to your waist dropping all the way to your ass squeezing softly. His lips leaving a trail of kisses hungrily from your jaw to your collarbone, he nips at the skin once he gets there leaving a couple of marks along the way.

His face hides on the crook of your neck as you ride him. Hearing all of the soft moans that are coming out of you in his ear are sending more pressure straight to his cock. “Bradley…” You whimper with need.

He looks into your eyes knowing that you want more. He helps you, jerking up harder, setting a much rougher pace that makes your head feel fuzzy.

Fingers leave bruises on your skin. Your walls clenched around him as he can tell how your legs begin to tense up. You’re close, so close.

“That’s it– Fuck” He moans. You feel your body getting hot and the heat pooling all over your cheeks. When your hand falls on his chest he feels as equally as heated as you. “You cumming baby?”

You nod, desperately latching on to him. You kiss him again to try to ease the feeling that is so overwhelming.

There is sweat making the front pieces of his hair stick to his forehead, the flushed on his cheeks is almost covering his face. You meet with his soft hazel eyes going over the edge.

The orgasm hits you like no other. The waves of pleasure go through your body, and that was enough for him to follow up to you. “Fuck…” he lets out in between moans.

He pounds into you a couple of times before staying completely still.

Your chest meets his, both trying to catch your breath. His arms coming up to your back falling to your waist.

“Well fuck… Happy birthday” Rooster said, panting. There is a chuckle leaving his throat before your lips fall sweetly over his pulling away to show him the pretty smile he’s been charmed by all night.

He stares at you, pushing the hair off your face to take a look at your pretty face. “You’re coming home with me.”

He shifts you, now finding yourself under him “And what exactly are you planning to do with me good sir?”

“Oh, everything honey” He kisses you for the last time leaving you eager for what else he has planned.

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vcrooster · 2 years

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Thank you so much 😭😩

Leaving Tonight

Angst & some smut.

Paring: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw & Reader.

Word count: 1 k

Summary: You finally say ‘I love you’ to Rooster.

Warnings: mentions of sex.

Authors note: I just love to make myself sad.

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“I’m in love with you Bradley”.

The words sat with him. He never imagined that his night was going to turn out sleeping with his best friend just two days before leaving for deployment.

To be fair he was a little tipsy and your legs looked especially good in the dress you decided to wear for his small goodbye get together.

He was still inside you, and your sudden urge to spill your feelings out to him was a little too much to take in at this very moment.

Of course he loved you, not in the way you did but there is something. Something as in he was very attractive to you, physically. He could never bring himself to say that you were a sister to him, he still can’t figure out what it is that he felt for you.

He would be lying if he said that he doesn’t think about you from time to time. And he’ll even admit he got off to that one time you’ve asked him to put some sunscreen on your back. He just could shake the sensation of your skin and that led him to wonder how good it would feel against his own.

Your cheeks and lips were flustered and your chest brushed against his while you were trying to compose your breathing.

He didn’t expect himself to feel nervous at the sight of your impatient eyes staring at him, turning into turmoil of embarrassment.

“Oh god” you push him off and your eyes scan the room as you’re trying to look for your clothes scattered across it.

You are doing your very best not to cry in front of him or even look at him. You had really thought he was on the same page you were. No guy is as attentive and caring as Rooster is with you if they’re not genuinely interested in that way.

He even came onto you, he was the one that made the first move, he was the one saying how beautiful you looked tonight. He kissed you and took you back to his place.

He calls your name but you can’t look at him, you're too busy fighting with the zipper of your dress to pay attention to him. “Hey, no…”.

He heard the elastic of his boxers back on his body, and his hand fell heavy on your shoulder.

“I have to go” you take his hand off you pushing yourself off the bed.

“Come on, let’s just talk about this”.

“No, I’m leaving” There really is no way to read his features. He hates that he made you cry, he hates that he can’t bring himself to reciprocate your feelings.

You look at him, you see how the words get stuck in his throat, you know he’s looking for a way to fix the situation.

“All this time you have led me on.” You choke out. You were significantly younger than him, most of the time he had to remind himself of the ten year age gap between you two. “All this time you made me think that you–”.

You stand in front of him thinking about how you're making this whole situation look. He’s not obligated to love you back but it’s pretty shitty that he made you think he did.

You stop yourself there, the last thing you want is for him to think it's a whim of yours. You take your heels in your hand and walk towards the door.

“Shit, you are important to me” He swallowed.

The palm of his hand slams the door close before you cloud even fully open it. “Just let me go please”

“Jesús” He breathed out “What good am I to you if I’m on the other side of the world” His voice got louder, he wasn’t angry just frustrated “Or what if my plane gets shot down?” You're holding tight to the door knob. “Are you going to cry to an empty casket?”

He saw first hand what his mother went through when he lost his father, he could never commit to a relationship, he promised himself he would never put anybody in that spot, that he would never have somebody worrying and waiting for him when there was a possibility of him not making it back home.

“I can’t control how I feel Bradley” You feel your tears fall down your cheeks and his warm hand resting in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry if I led you on” he whispered “I should’ve done things differently”.

“Different how?” Your voice matched his.

“Shit, I don’t know, you’re so young, you have so much ahead of you”. You turn to face him.

“So that’s the problem? The age difference?” You slightly push him away from you creating some distance.

“No, it’s that you think I’m the best you can do. You– you deserve something better than some military– long distance bullshit”. You’re arguing at this point, and the words are starting to burn in the back of your head.

“I get it Bradley, just stop” He looks at you, he doesn’t say anything, he just stays there staring at you. “I’m not going to beg you to be with me” your tone came out lower– lighter. “It’s your loss not mine”.

He knew he fucked up. You’ve been there for him every day for the past five years and all of that just slipped out of his hands.

Nobody was going to wait for him when he arrived back home, shit, he wasn’t going to have anybody to call when he’s away and tell them how much of a shit day he had or just to hear you talk about how boring life was because he wasn’t there.

“I’m sorry” That’s the best he can come up with.

“Yeah, me too” that’s all you say before leaving his apartment, that was it for you.

You pretend you didn’t hear him call your name, you pretend that you don’t love him, that they are just some stupid feelings, that won’t take long for them to fade away. You pretend that he didn’t hurt you as much as he did or that he just broke your heart in a million pieces.

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vcrooster · 2 years

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A frat boy

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After Hours

AFTER HOURS PART 1

Smut

Paring: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw & Simpson!Reader

Word count: 3.4K

Summary: You find your way back to Bradley after so many years.

Warnings: smut, smut, smut.

Prequel: Midnight Rain

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Bradley was spending his first available Saturday on his third old fashioned of the night.

The last sip of alcohol tasted even more bitter than the one before. Maybe it could be the fact he hardly knew anybody, he recognized some faces and could pace together a few names but nobody he actually wanted to have a conversation with. Or maybe it was just that he was drinking alone.

He seals his lips together in a line when the glass is half way empty once again. In the corner of his eye he can see Alex, the bartender, approaching him as she starts her shift.

“Drinking alone again?” She smiles at him in the warmest way. He could tell her accent peeking through her English, he found that very adorable.

“Not if you let me buy you a drink” He shows her a cocky little smirk playing around with her.

“No drinking in work hours for me Gallo” She said. Alex was taken, happily married actually. There was a slight tan line on the ring finger of her left hand. Most guys looked past it, didn’t even realize when they left a big tip to try and impress a pretty girl like her.

He takes another sip of his drink making sure he leaves the cherry in it for last.

“Very responsible”. He’s not interested like that, sure, it was fun to flirt with her from time to time, but he always made sure he was respectful, not crossing the line.

“Gracias”. She fixes another drink for him. She carefully slides the glass in front of him making Rooster a little too confused. Especially on the drink choice.

It’s a Manhattan, he fucking hates Manhattans.

“Oh no I’m good. I’m closing my tab after this one” He acts like he already had too much to drink, not wanting to be too impolite about it, since she’ll sometimes surprise him with random drinks, which he usually does enjoy.

“That’s too bad it’s already paid for” She doesn’t explain any further, making herself busy drying some shot glasses. She wouldn't want to get in trouble with her bosses knowing how they feel about engaging too much with customers.

“By who?” He didn’t want to seem too obvious looking around the bar.

“From that lady sitting over there” It takes him a second to find the person she nods to until he finds the eyes that are looking directly at him.

“Holy shit.”

You shoot him a smile, raising your glass.

You’re drinking an old fashioned just like he is. Unlike him, you always start eating the cherry first, he’s watching you with a little of disbelief in his hazel eyes. The contact is lost when turning all your attention to one of your friends sitting next to you.

“Aren’t you so lucky” Alex points out, looking at you seamlessly blend with your group of friends.

“Yeah. Very lucky.”

He knows what’s behind the pretty smile and that black tight silk dress. The worst trouble he could’ve ever found.

First time he ever saw you was years ago in a bar just like this one. He remembers it was your twenty-first birthday and how bad you were struggling to get the bartender's attention, hard to believe with that pink little set you had on.

He thought he might as well help the pretty girl out and just maybe get lucky that night.

He did. And two nights after that one. He’s never imagined fucking someone in the back of his dad’s bronco or someone that was still in college.

He didn’t really know much about you, but he sure wasn’t expecting to know your father as well as he did. Admiral Beau Simpson.

He knew he should’ve stopped it, should’ve just left it as a one night stand.

But that doesn’t matter now, Bradley is 35 and he’s pretty sure you’re in your late twenties. What could Daddy possibly say about it now?

“Very pretty girl” Alex’s voice shakes him out of his thoughts. “Go talk to her.”

“And interrupt their girls' night out?” He hopes joking about it gets her to drop the situation before it gets too late and start to pull some strings herself. “What kind of guy do you think I am?”

“One that needs to get laid” She raises an eyebrow at him hoping he didn’t take too harshly “You can’t keep flirting with a married woman forever.” Alex wiggles her ring finger at him before leaving him with a smirk on her face, using the excuse to go take another customer's order.

“You’re playing hard to get, huh?” He was stunned for a moment, it was as if everything around him had stopped. You look a little more mature, more confident. “It doesn’t suit you.”

It doesn’t. Rooster knows that a pretty smile and some long legs would convince him to do just about anything.

You look different, in a way he can’t quite think through.

He stares at you trying to figure out all of the many things that could’ve changed about you. He picks up the sweetness in your perfume, and the small scar on your left cheek that wasn’t there before.

“Is that a dealbreaker?” He squints ironically, playing along with you. He pulls out the barstool welcoming you to take a seat next to him “Because if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Bradshaw. I was just being friendly.”

He doesn’t know if you're leaning forward to seem more interested in him or so he could have a better view of your cleavage, either way he isn’t complaining.

“What brings you back?” He asked. You take the liberty to take one of the last sips of his drink, shaking the ice to break out the taste of it.

He can help to notice how your dress rides up slowly along the length of your thigh, and how your lipstick has smeared along the rim of the glass. He has to look away when you catch him staring at your lips for too long.

“My sister’s wedding.” You answer. Your youngest sister Louise, your dad's pride and joy. You on the other hand just filled up the gap of the middle child, or at least that’s how it felt.

Admiral Simpson wasn’t particularly fond of how your name was being passed from pilot to pilot when they found out about your attachment to Rooster.

He saw first hand how Penny Benjamin's name was dragged down by the whole navy. Hell, Beau himself even took part in it, he never would’ve thought that years later his own daughter would be in the same position.

“And Admiral Simpson is going to allow that?” Bradley mentions with irony. He did his best for you. He had practically begged your father but was shut down every time.

His girls were untouchable in his eyes.

“Ironic isn’t it?” You answer. All he could think is that you still had the prettiest smile he’s ever seen. “What Louise wants, Louise gets.” You sigh overdramatically, resting your chin in the palm of your hand.

There is silence after. He dares to move a little closer, almost having his hand touch your forearm.

“You look great” He pushed his luck. He didn’t care if Admiral Simpson ripped the wings out of his plane, but then again it might be the alcohol speaking.

“You're not so bad yourself” Maybe you were slipping too easily, maybe there hasn’t been a man that paid the same attention to you as he did, or maybe it was your twenty-one year old self that still felt that she owed him an apology.

After all he did risk his career for you.

“You wanna take me home, Rooster?” You took the cherry from his drink. He looked at your lips without having a second thought on his answer.

All he could do was nod. There he was once again, wrapped around your finger, like he always has been.

He made sure to leave a decent tip before leaving. He caught Alex winking at him as he trailed behind you crossing the door.

“I thought I’d recognized this old thing” You said. The blue bronco did catch your eye, a dejavú was all you thought it was.

How could you not, he did fuck you in it a couple of times after all.

His hand gripped your thigh when he got to the first traffic light. You were quiet, enjoying the music coming from the radio. He still listens to the same station that his dad did.

You recognized the song right when he started humming the chorus “And the world is mine on Blue Bayou…” You sang softly.

He shoots a smile at you. It’s one of his mother’s favorite songs. She used to sing it all the time when she was cooking dinner. On the other end his dad wasn’t much of a fan of it but always danced to it with her when it was playing.

You lean closer across the center console just so you could reach his ear “How happy I’d be” You can’t resist and pull his ear lobe with your teeth slowly sending shivers down his spine.

Red light. All he has to do is move his head to the side, to finally kiss you but he has to hold himself back.

He hardly noticed the way he was already leaning in for it, “Easy Rooster.” With one hand you push him back completely into his seat, fixing his eyes on the light again.

He brushes the situation off with a chuckle, sitting straighter trying to hide his half boner in his jeans. He hadn’t even tasted you yet for him to start getting this hard.

It wasn’t long before you reached his apartment, the road all too familiar that you almost smiled at the longing feeling.

You capture his lips in front of his door not wanting to wait another second for what you've been missing for so long.

He tasted just as good as you remembered. You had to stop him for a second before getting carried away in the middle of the hallway.

He fights with his keys, feeling your lips along the skin of his neck distracting him from getting the correct one inside the lock.

You pushed him against the wooden door once inside. His hands stayed firm on your waist walking slowly to the first surface he could pin you on.

You got rid of his shirt when you bump into the column of the counter. His skin is still as golden and smooth as you remembered. You lose no time exploring his chest, tracing the lines that disappear into the waistband of his jeans.

He walked you back a few steps lifting you on the counter top with little to no effort, his hands moved fast bunching your dress up on your waist. His lips moved over yours with so much hunger before lowering himself.

He took his time at first, leaving a trail of kisses on your inner thigh, then in every other spot but where you needed him. “Get on with it already.”

He licked his lips. Bold, demanding even.

“That's no way to ask.” Rooster teased you. He straightens up, placing his hands on either side of your body. There is a playful smirk on his face as you look over his features knowing damn well what he wants to hear. “Don’t you think?”

His lips are brushing over yours with every word he says. He’s running his hand along your underwear teasingly playing with the elastic. Waiting for you to say please.

“That was me being nice” You drape your arms on his shoulders pulling him closer to your body.

“I bet it was” He takes advantage of the way your head is slightly tilted to the side to leave open mouth kisses on your neck going to whatever is exposed from your cleavage.

You moan eagerly, getting impatient at how slow he is taking things. If it were up to you would already be riding him by now. “I need you”.

“You do?” You give him a nod making his fingers finally start rubbing circles on your clit giving you just enough to keep you on the line. You squint your eyes at him noticing how his motion goes slower as he gains a desperate whimper from your part.

“Please Bradley” You start grinding on his fingers, desperately looking for more contact from him. “Stop that.”

“What are you talking about?” He furrowed his eyebrows together acting as if he didn't know what he was doing. “This is just me being nice.”

There is a winning smile gracing his lips “Asshole.”

You kiss him with anger, melting completely in him, You pull on his lower lip in between your teeth, leaving him completely lost for a second. Not really catching at first the pressure you were applying on his shoulders.

His eyes never left yours as your hands pushed all the way down to his knees.

The feeling of his warm breath hits you right away making you shiver. His tongue presses into you in such a way that you can’t help but to moan at the pleasure he is bringing you.

You didn’t even realize that your fingers are grabbing a fistful of his hair already trying to pull him closer to get more out of him.

He’s still as good as you remembered. Always so attentive, always making sure to have your toes curling and screaming his name every time he ate you out.

His lips are attached to your clit giving it the attention it’s been missing since he last fucked you years back.

You could swear there was no one as near as good as him. Sure, you’ve had some good sex since him but nothing that came close to Rooster.

His fingers slide on the skin of your thigh only to get lost inside you seconds later. They curl perfectly inside you that it makes you arch your back instantly. “Fuck Bradley.”

He pumps his finger in and out slowly pressing that perfect spot every time, making you tug him closer to your core.

Your head begins to spin and breathes being to shorten as you feel yourself begin to tighten around his fingers and him moaning on your clit adding more sensation helping you get your edge even sooner.

The pleasure hits you, the muscles of your thighs to tense up under his hands. Your eyes stay fixed on Bradley all while you couldn’t help but to remember all the times he’s had you dazed-over him.

It takes you a second to catch your breath again, his fingers are still squeezing your thighs tightly as his lips are on top of yours kissing you heatedly.

“I want this off” He shakes the fabric of your dress grabbing your attention. To his surprise you listen right away, still stuck in the pleasure of the moment.

The fabric lands somewhere on the kitchen floor and you lose no time pulling him back to you. His thumbs start caressing your nipples as soon as they are exposed to him.

“Rooster…” You sigh into his lips. He looks at you in such detail that you could care less in how caught up in the moment he is.

Bradley never thought the nostalgia was going to hit him at a moment like this. He takes in the sensation of your skin under his finger tips. He blinks absently as he slowly makes out your features. “I missed you.” He whispers.

You want to act that just didn’t make your heart flutter the way it did. To say you missed him was an understatement but you never would’ve thought that hearing it from him would’ve been enough to have your heart beating the way it is. “I sure hope you did.”

He kisses you hard once again, bringing you as close as possible to the edge of the counter. instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as your hands immediately shoot for the zipper of his jeans.

You stroke him a couple of times, obtaining a low groan from him. “Please tell me you're on the pill.” You nod. His hands place over yours guiding his cock to your entrance.

His moan echoes in the kitchen once he slides completely inside you. He’s so handsome. Years have past and he’s still as striking as he was back then.

The pace is slow. He takes his time enjoying every second of it, thrusting in and out letting you adjust to his size. “You missed this baby?” You nod for him to keep going, unable to say a single word.

He lets his lips get lost in your collar bones as his rhythm picks up harder and faster the more desperate your moans get.

You let go of him supporting your weight with your elbows giving him the best view of your exposed torso. “Fuck, nicest tits I’ve ver seen.”

You close your eyes shut when his tongue starts running circles on your nipple. Your skin feels so soft to him that he could explore it for hours without an end.

Leaning forward, pressing his chest against yours, his lips latching onto your neck. His tongue brushes over the red mark he leaves on your skin “You feel so fucking good” His voice airy. Your mind spins only being able to focus on the pretty moans coming from his mouth.

His cock brushes your sweet spot every time he pounded into you. Nails digging in the skin of his shoulder surely leaving a mark on him.

“Mmm, Bradley–” your words are cut short, feeling the familiar sensation exploding sending warmth all over your body making you feel completely disoriented.

He followed shortly after furrowing his eyebrows together. His breath hitching as he moved in to kiss you.

“Just one more baby” his fingers draw slow circles on your clit preparing you for the next round he’s been thinking about since he sat you on top of that counter.

He turns your body, holding the tile against your chest. He takes a second to squeeze your ass once it’s facing him.

He guides himself back in, he isn’t as careful as the first time but his cock hits you perfectly making you cry his name.

He’s holding onto your waist strong, fingers digging into your skin are tightening more and more leaving bruises on your skin. The other wraps in the base of your neck, feeling the vibration of every moan you let out.

You couldn’t think straight, the only thing that's making sense is how good Bradley is making you feel right now.

You’re overwhelmed. The pleasure once again starts pooling in your lower stomach.

“Fuck” He whispers as he thrusts into you. It’s fuzzy, but his lips trailing down your spine help keep some sense into you.

Hips snapping shut against your core as he’s gripping your waist as leverage.“Brad- shit, too much” You can’t form a proper sentence. You feel out of control.

His hand traveled to your shoulder just so he could pull you up, having your back against his chest. Your legs shake and if Bradley hadn’t been holding you as tight as he was you would be on the floor by now.

His skin feels warm on your own feeling how it rises and falls.

“Hold on to me baby” You inhale sharply looking for his arm but you're better off gripping the edge of the counter.

His hands find you breast squeezing them as he nips the skin of your neck. “You’re doing so good”. You’re a mess of moans and whimpers but one thing is for sure, it was worth the while. “Are you going to cum for me again? Huh?” You nod. His mustache brushes against your cheek.

As soon as his hand finds your clit it only takes a few seconds for you to be on the edge again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Bradley” you breathe out cumming for the third time in a row. You fall over the tile of the counter trying to compose yourself.

He’s close behind you. His hand trailed the line of your spine before leaning his chest on your back. His breath hit your ear making you laugh at the sensation.

“Don’t ever leave again.” He said, placing a tender kiss right behind your ear.

God help you because there is no other place you would rather be right now.

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𝐩𝐬 • 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘺. 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪’𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 :)

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vcrooster · 2 years

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I’m so glad you liked it 😭 it means so much coming from you 🤍🤍🤍

Rooster looks for comfort in the arms of a stranger.

I wanted to make a mood board for my favorite Rooster series: ‘Trouble in paradise’ by @sunlightmurdock 🤍

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vcrooster · 2 years

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Thank you so much for including me😭 It really means a lot! 🤍

TOP GUN FIC RECS! — @dracosluvbot's fic recs

top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently

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F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series /multi part

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

F + A: webb of unfortunate events @ohtobeleah the last thing you expected was your father to be back in your life again

A: honest by @vcrooster no matter how much you love rooster, you and him were never meant to be

F + A: days like this by @mads-weasley rooster has a no good, terrible, day and all he wants is your comfort

F + A: show me all the scars you hide by @bradshawsbaby you love bradley even more for his scars

F + A: you don’t get to taste the honey without the sting of the bee by @notroosterbradshaw rooster never gets jealous. you on the otherhand...

F + A: rooster's girl by @wannabeschyulersister nobody messes with rooster's girl

F: sleep clothes by @fandomlit rooster short circuits after seeing you in your sleep clothes

F: pouting by @belowtheharddeck you spend the evening catching up with the naval aviators, leaving bradley kiss-less and pouty

A: you said you’d grow old with me by @blue-aconite you and rooster never got your fairy tale ending

F + A: stop by @lcahwriter even during your intimate moments, you still can't shake the thought of rooster dying from your mind

F: just like dad by @ilyasorokinn jamie wants to be just like her dad

F + A: "whiskey sour? classy." by @undiscovered-horizon another naval aviator disrespects you and rooster can't let that happen

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

F + A: the princess and the hangman by @simpforrooster being an admiral's daughter, hangman likes to get on your nerves

F + A: don't go breaking my heart by @callsignmercy jake did the one thing he promised he wouldn't

F + A: strawberries by @siempre-bucky the one time jake writes to you

F: the joker by @gogobootz1 when you accidentally order too many peaches, penny (and jake) come to your rescue

F + A: our little secret by @sebastianstangirl01 nobody would've thought that bob floyd's sweet baby sister would be dating hangman

F: imagine being hangman's girl, knocking the sense into him at the bar and rooster never lets him live it down by @theclassiccherry

F: jake worries about his sick wife by @zablife

F: careful hands, precious cargo by @winchesterandpie despite you being in a mood, jake is still the most understanding boyfriend

F + A: you left me no choice but to stay here forever (right where you left me) by @sunderlust you've spent half your life fully and utterly in love with jake seresin.

F: tomorrow never comes by @purplevortexx you will always be there for jake

F + A: the green eyed monster by @hangmans-girl when jake doesn't understand boundaries, you show him just what you mean

F: baby, you down? by @softspiderling 𖥻 bradley finally meets the man you had been gushing like a school girl over

F + A: hello, goodbye by @imjess-themess jake visits home after a while and learns that you have far from moved on from him

ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD

F: wizard! by @absoluteabbott baby bob wants to be just like his father, a wizard.

F: one night by @ereardon hangman keeps flirting with you but you only have eyes on a certain wso

F: not a secret anymore by @hlstead coyote hangman gets nosy and snoops around bob's phone, only to find out his big secret

F + A: when you come back by @writingdumpster you make bob promise to come back so he can tell you how much he loves you

F: no regrets by @edensbuttercups bob brings you back home safely after a drunken night and you wake up the next day with no regrets

F: bookstore lover by @samwlscns bob now knows where to go if he's ever in the need of book related opinions

JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO

F: somewhere only we know by @bestedoesmeow javy comforts you after you've been feeling stressed

F: coyote as a dad headcanons by @jungle-angel

F: you and coyote meet again after some time by @rhettabbotts

F: close by @buckyr00s javy gets admitted to the hospital and you visit him

F: for better days by @coyotesamachado coyote gets into a bird strike and you're beyond terrified

F: you're coyote's secret girlfriend by @belowtheharddeck

S: chew on my heart by @bradleyfuckingbradshaw coyote gets scared shitless when you get into a training accident

RON 'SLIDER' KERNER

F: beach days by @emmajane244 labryn chipper flirts with you, unaware you are slider's wife

F: imagine slider confessing before leaving for top gun by @spinningwebsandtales slider's about to leave for top gun and all he wants to do is spend his last day with just you

TOM 'ICEMAN' KAZANSKY

F: ice ice baby by @redmenacehorned being ice's secret girlfriend, slider assumes the pretty girl by the bar is single and free game

F + A: finally by @topgun-imagines after months of trying, you and ice are finally having a baby

F + A: head in the clouds by @callsign-dragonbaron while visiting maverick and goose at top gun, the one man you loved with all your heart finds his way back into your life

LEONARD 'WOLFMAN' WOLFE

F: how wolfman proposes to you by @jungle-angel

BEAU 'CYCLONE' SIMPSON

S: under the desk by @topguncortez you visit cyclone during his lunch break and find yourself hidden under his desk

S: cyclone by @labyrinth-runner you are cyclone's much needed release

F + A: admirals' daughters by @krmy2386 you overhear what you boyfriend has to say about admirals' daughters

S: nice 'n easy by @wildbornsiren cyclone relieves you after a hard day

S: one night stand in fightertown by @zablife you meet the admiral at a bar one night, leaving with him for the best time you've ever had

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vcrooster · 2 years

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He needs his family

Angst, smut & and just a little bit of fluff.

Paring: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw & Wife!Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: Your husband come back home to you completely shattered.

Warnings: mentions of rough sex, mental health issues, mentions of death and blood.

Author’s note: thank you guys so much for all the love I’ve been receiving from you guys! 🤍

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Rooster was usually enthusiastic when he came back home from deployment.

You could tell when he was happy to be back in the comfort of his home, enjoying every second with his boy that had gotten a couple of inches bigger since he left. Rooster had promised to teach him how to play the piano and show him granpa’s album collection when he got back.

But he had to admit that the best part of it was sleeping in his own bed in your arms every night, he’d miss making love to you and looking at how pretty your face looked when you started to doze off into your sleep.

But this time it was all different.

He doesn’t know you know. You received a call early in the morning, your alarm wasn’t set for another three hours. It didn’t startle you as much thinking it was Bradley since he’s overseas. But it wasn’t him, it was Pete.

Your heart sank, you didn’t want all the worst scenarios to play in your head, but they did.

“Pete” You tried to sound as if you weren’t biting your nails anxiously. But you knew that he was the bearer of bad news.

“Sorry to wake you up–” He started.

“No, no, no, it’s alright”.

“There’s been some complications in the mission with Bradley” He sighed. You covered your mouth trying to drown the sorrows. Oh god no, don’t let him be dead.

“Is he?” The words left your mouth so silently that you almost thought he wouldn’t hear you.

“He’s okay, they just have him in observation in the hospital” He is quick to clarify, imagining what you must be feeling on the other end. “His wingman didn’t make it”.

Your body feels cold when he says that. It’s not the first time he had an accident in the air, however this was the first time he lost anyone, and if it was his fault you know he will never forgive himself for it.

“He’s set to go home by the end of next week, I’m just supposed to be calling you just to let you know to pick him up at the airport” you hear a door close on his side of the line and his voice is much clearer.

“What happened?” The hot tears were falling down your cheeks and your nails were digging in the palm of your hand.

“I can’t go into details” Pete breathed out “All he needs is his family right now”.

“Alright” all the words get stuck in your throat. He hangs up the call leaving you unsettled.

It’s three in the morning and you're crying in your bed. You feel a lot of pressure in your head, your eyes trail off to the framed picture of your wedding day on your bedroom wall.

Your boy in the middle of both of you, he was just a couple of years old in that picture, had the biggest smile on his face just like Bradley’s.

He looks so much like him.

He was always stealing your phone to send him videos and pictures of what he was doing, he liked to keep him updated.

He had even dressed up as a pilot for halloween, he asked for you to make him a patch with the name: Nick Bradshaw “Hawk”, the call sign Bradley chose for him when they’d use to play pilots in the living room.

But lately he hasn’t replied to him.

You hate to see your son keep sending messages to him with no answer. It absolutely broke your heart when he asked you if his dad was mad at him.

You’d expect him to call you and tell you what happened but he didn’t.

Him going no contact for almost a week felt like forever, the only thing you knew from him were Pete’s texts tell you he’s not doing very well. Needless to say they just made the knot in your stomach grow bigger.

He finally decided to call you a couple of days before coming back. It wasn’t a long call, all that you could rescue from it was that he’s okay and he couldn’t wait to be back home. Nothing about the mission or his wingman.

It was a Saturday morning when he finally arrived back in Oregon, back home. Nick had spent all afternoon making a sign for his dad that read “Rooster” just like in his helmet.

“Mom help me hold it higher so he can see the sign I made”. You do your best in lifting him up, wrapping your arms around his stomach. He wasn’t that heavy for a six year old, but you had to admit you did struggle a little. “There he is! Dad!”

He looked tired– very tired. He had some bandages around his arm and from what you could tell he also had a limp on his right leg.

His pretty hazel eyes had some prominent eye bags below them that he was trying to hide under a black baseball cap, but managed to smile when he spotted you in the crowd of people.

As soon as Nick’s feet were in the ground again he ran straight to his dad giving him the biggest hug he could.

His hand takes Bradley’s walking him towards where you were standing. You see how his eyes tone down once he meets yours.

He didn’t waste no time, he’s holding you so close to him you could feel yourself melting into him. The only thing that runs through your head is Maverick saying that Rooster needs his family.

“Welcome home honey” you whispered to his ear and that made him hold you tighter.

“I missed you guys so much” you rubbed his back. He’s been gone for almost seven months, you could honestly stay like this for hours.

“Dad, did you see my sign?” Your son pulls on his arm to try and grab his full attention, you find it so adorable how he had to get on his tippy toes to reach it.

“I did see it, you made this?” He was holding the paper in his hands, lowering at Nick’s height. He nodded with pride and started to explain it to Bradley. “ Can I keep it?”

“Yeah, I made it for you”.

“I love it, thank you” He hugs him one more time before rolling it up so he can put it on his backpack “C’mere” he carries him all the way back to the car on his shoulders.

The car ride was unexpectedly quite enjoyable, you could tell that he was trying to avoid any question that had to do with his deployment, nonetheless he seemed to be his warm self, which was honestly a big relief, you were prepared to have him at his worse but here he is smiling and singing in your car without a care in the world.

If you didn’t know him any better you’d know how good he is at evading the actual problems, he hopes that you're not too mad at him.

He wasn’t ignoring you. He was tired and maybe that was the worst excuse he could ever give you but there was no way he could talk to you without breaking down, how could he ever tell you it’s his fault that someone is dead.

There are a lot of maybes he’s scared about and it feels so intimidating looking into your eyes and saying that he’s alright just a little bruised so that you don’t have to be worried about him, he doesn’t know how long is he going to be able to keep it up, last thing he wants is for you to be disappointed in him.

He makes conversation about how he likes the new changes you made to the house, he marks down the inch Nick grew in the past months, he helps with dinner and the dishes. He has to repeat to himself that everything is alright, everything is normal, but he can even bring himself out of the bathroom without his anxiety shooting to the roof.

Before he could allow his mind to overthink any further he opens the door, finding you putting his clothes away on his side of the closet. His heart beats faster every step he takes in your direction and reminds himself to loosen up, that you love him.

“Hey” He hugs you from behind leaving a sweet kiss on your temple. There were still some traces of the vanilla scent you used and that was his favorite on you.

“Hi” You turn wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a warm smile. His hands fall to your hips holding tightly.

You can tell he’s nervous, his thumbs draw circles on your skin and he bites the inside of his cheek. The way his eyes look at you starts to take you back to the hurt Bradley from when his mother passed away.

You hate that you feel sorry for him, it’s just one thing after the other for him, it’s like he can’t catch a break.

You close the distance hugging him as hard as you could “Hey, it’s alright. You’re home.” you whisper trying to make him feel better.

Most people would never guess how depressed Rooster could get, the way he would let himself spiral into the rabbit hole made it sometimes very hard to pull him out of it. And it cost you a lot to do it but he was worth it.

You’ve always tried to be a good wife to him, always tried to make sure he didn’t feel alone, even when you weren’t by his side you tried to give him a ground to stand on.

“What happened Bradley?” Your fingers running slowly through his hair. He remained silent pulling closer to him as if he was trying to keep you from running away from him.

You know he doesn’t want to answer you. Not yet at least.

“I love you” His beautiful hazel eyes look straight into yours now looking like they lost their warmth.

There is a knot in your chest growing and growing as you see how shattered your husband came back home to you.

“I love you so much Bradley”.

His lips join yours in a tender kiss where he lets himself go.

Your fingers brush the skin of his neck pulling him closer to your body. You clutched at his shoulders as he started to take a few steps back letting the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

“Fuck, I missed you” His tounge immediately made its way into your mouth. Your legs wrapped tightly around his body and you felt him grow inside his shorts.

His fingers were having a hard time unbuttoning your pyjama. You chuckled, helping him undo it after giving up moving to your shorts, his hands got lost under the waistband so that he could rub your clit over the fabric making you moan his name just in the way he missed it so much.

It takes you a second to return to your blouse revealing his favorite teal lingerie under it.

“You wore this just for me baby?” He takes the straps feeling the silky material on his fingers. You nod, taking your bottom in between your teeth. Tracing the embroidery on your breast he took the opportunity to squeeze and knead them. “How lucky am I”.

You run your hands across his chest under the cotton material, feeling his dogs tags. Pulling at his shirt but it only resulted in him pinning your hands above your head, lips joining yours so hungrily that not being able to run your fingers through his hair was enough to make you whine.

Leaning down trailing down between your breasts leaving tiny red marks along your skin. “Rooster”. He went crazy when you used his call sign during sex.

He wanted to taste you so badly, he’s been thinking about it for months. You watch as he throws you leg over his shoulders kissing and giving small bites to the inside of your thigh.

He goes for it, immediately going for your clit making you arch your back.

He holds you down firmly with one hand as the fingers of the other curl inside you. He sucks on your clit and flicks it with his tongue, the only thing you can do is grip his hair tighter pulling him closer to you.

His fingers working inside you boy made the pleasure bubble up on your lower stomach. He waits for you to cum even though he is about to explode inside his shorts.

“Shit, I’m so hard already” you pull him up palming him over the material, gasping at how sensitive he was.

“What are you waiting for then?”.

He had been dreaming of this moment every night for the past seven months. He missed your touch, your kisses, how you felt around him, how every time it feels better than the last time.

He missed his wife.

He held you against his chest all night. His hot breath caressing your ear and arm wrapping on your waist.

The days got better, Bradley has been taking care of Nick, making up for the lost time. You did have to admit having not to worry about your son every hour of the day was a huge relief.

Bradley’s nights had gotten worse the following weeks. Waking up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, panting, feeling more exhausted one night after the other.

He didn’t want to worry you, he was becoming a little too irritated at all times, being at home, with Nick, he wouldn’t speak too Maverick, he even was a little too rough during sex.

It’s like he wasn’t himself anymore.

There he was on top of you, the strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, eyes closed and lips parted.

His thrusts got to a point of getting too harsh making you feel uncomfortable instead of feeling pleasure. Your nails sinking into the skin of his shoulder blades as you’re trying to ignore how the discomfort turns into pain.

“Bradley…” it barely comes out as a whisper thanks to the pressure in your throat.

He groans in response, digging his fingers into your hip holding you steady for him.

“Bradley” it was a little louder this time but his mind was somewhere else “Slow down”.

Rooster was usually passionate but gentle, now matter how caught up he was he’d always make sure you were enjoying yourself as much as he was.

“Please Bradley”. You were trying not to freak out, but it wasn’t long before you'd let go of all the tears you were holding back. “You’re hurting me”.

You push his shoulders with the little strength you have left and finally manage to get his attention.

He stops. It finally stops.

He sees the tears running down your cheeks and how your hands are shaking over the skin of his chest. And your eyes, fuck your eyes, they looked so scared of him.

“Shit, shit, shit” What has he done? “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” He just now noticed that you're still trying to push him off you.

You let out a painful whimper when he finally pulled out. He spotted a bloodstain on the sheets right in between your thighs and the burning that your nails left on his shoulders.

What has he done?

“Baby I’m so sorry” Rooster wasn’t exactly sure if it was alright to go near you, he thought it was better to create some distance instead of forcing you to accept his touch. “I didn’t–”. He swallowed, not knowing what to say that wasn’t an apology. “Fuck, I didn’t mean– I’m sorry”

You wrap the sheets around your body as you make your way to the bathroom. Not once you look at him, the whole situation feels confusing, the only thing you want to do is clean the blood running down your thighs.

He calls your name on the other side of the door. He listens to everything, drawers opening, water running, you crying.

“I’m so sorry” he felt himself choking sitting next to the door trying to stay afloat. “I keep fucking everything up”.

You grab your robe before opening the door. You’re not mad at him, he means it when he says he’s sorry, he didn’t want to hurt you. He was hurting and the pit inside him is only getting bigger.

You sit next to him and he immediately wraps his arms around you looking for your forgiveness. “I’m so sorry”.

He’s crying. You haven’t seen him cry since he left for deployment when Nick was a couple of months old.

“I know, I know Bradley” His eyes fogged when you reached cupping his face caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. “But you need to talk to me. You need to stop acting like everything is alright”.

“I told him to take a left turn” His voice is shaky as he holds your hand.

“What?”.

“I didn’t see the bandits up ahead, they weren’t in the radar”. Words filled with so many emotions, tearing him apart. “They shot us down. He didn’t have time to eject” he finally opened up. “I heard him scream in the fire. I couldn’t help him.”

What could you possibly say to him? You had no idea it was this bad when Maverick called you that night.

“He had a kid…” That broke Rooster. There was a child somewhere that was going to grow up without his Dad. Just like he did, just like his own boy could’ve had if he wasn’t behind his wingman that day.

“Oh Bradley” You hugged him as he cried in your chest. Last time you were in this position it was when Nick’s cat died.

He cries with so much guilt and pain. He cries in the same way he did holding on to his mother’s hand when she passed in the hospital bed.

“It’s not your fault” You whispered “it could’ve happened to anybody” His fingers were digging in your skin again, not letting you go anywhere.

“Mom?” Nick’s body was half way into the room looking so worried he almost had a scared expression on his face.

“Everything is alright honey, go back to your room”.

Bradley stiffness in your arms. He doesn’t want his boy to see him like this. He’s supposed to be his hero, no kid should ever see his hero like this, right?

“What’s wrong with Dad?” His small hazel eyes can’t look away from his father. “Does he have a tummy ache?” He makes it a little further into the room only thinking of how to help his Dad. “I’ll go get some tums”. You hear his footsteps go all the way down to the kitchen opening up the pantry doors.

Rooster chuckles at his son’s innocence.

“I’m sorry” he says one more time before leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, we’ll stay with you now matter what Bradley, nothing is changing that”. You wipe the tear that’s about to reach his lips and place a soft kiss on them.

Nick is back in no time, Bradley sits up and puts a smile on his face thanking his kid for taking care of him.

“Here daddy” Rooster opens his palm letting the tables fall on his hand “I got you two because you're bigger than me”.

“Thank you” Rooster takes a hand to his hair, messing it up a little more than it already is “You mind keeping an eye on me tonight?” He hugs his son, he hugs him knowing that every single second with him matters more than he thinks.

“Only if you promise to throw up in the bathroom”.

“I promise” his pinky intertwines with Bradley’s.

He takes care of the bed before he lets you both go on it, taking care of the previous sheets.

No nightmares just him and the people he loved the most.

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