#bradley bradhsaw smut

[call-sign-jinx]

Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 5

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

a/n - hi girlies! sorry that i haven't been posting a lot i got writers block 💀💀💀 anyways, enjoy!! xx

I've finally come back to Top Gun, Mav caught me up luckily. Somehow he pulled some strings with Cyclone to let me stay here. I'm glad me and Mav sorted everything out. I still haven't spoken to my mum yet... It's been 3 weeks since she visited me at the hospital.

It's been kinda quiet since me and Bradshaw decided to stop the whole "rivalry" thing. Minus for the arguments between Bradshaw and Bagman. It's been nice in all honesty. Except for when Bradshaw tried to throw a right hook at Bagman. Fanboy stopped him before he could make contact. It didn't end too badly. They just death stared each other then walked separate ways.

Bradshaw was late to the briefing this morning so the only chair left was next to me. Great, although we're civil, I hate having to deal with his fucking manspreading. It's so annoying.

Bradshaw walked up to the table I was at and sat down. I was shocked to feel that his leg wasn't rammed against mine. I looked down and saw that he had stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles. I quickly give him a look then begin to focus on the briefing.

"Shocked to see how little of an annoyance I can be when we're not arguing?" I rolled my eyes with a smirk as I tried to focus on the briefing. "Everyone's going to the Hard Deck tonight, you wanna join?" I turned to look at Bradshaw, my eyes narrowing, smirk still apparent on my face.

"Bradley Bradshaw, is inviting little old me to drink with you and the others?" I place my hand on my chest. Bradshaw is the one to roll his eyes now. "I'd love to. As long as you don't sing Great Balls of Fire."

"Now that is pushing it sweetheart. there must be a compromise we can come to." he has desperation in his voice, with a little bit of humour.

"You can sing it once then. No girl on your lap or at your side cause that is just fucking tacky." I chuckle as I try to multi-task and listen to what Mav is saying. I'm partly failing.

"Is that your way of saying you're jealous? I'm flattered sweetheart, but British isn't my type. Neither is hot-headed." His tone was all but flirtatious. Maybe I should've just continued to argue with him, because the flirty tone he's using is grating. Like, it sounds nice but really weird at the same time because he's never used that tone with me.

"Absolutely not, never. Just because we're civil now does not mean I'm going to have feelings for you. And girls sitting on your lap or basically grinding against you while you sing Great Balls of Fire is the cringiest and most disturbing thing to even look at for a second. So no, I am not jealous. And FYI I don't go for your type either." I cross my arms as I finish the conversation and bring all my focus back onto Mav, who keeps sending me knowing glances which I send away with eye rolls.

------------------------------------

Today was stressful. Very stressful. Stressful enough to need a straight double whiskey when I get to the Hard Deck. You wanna know why today was stressful?

Firstly, I was paired with Hangman. Which is annoying as it is but he thought he led the whole thing when it was a team building exercise. And he kept ordering me which got us "killed" by Mav.

Second, my flight suit had a stain on it so I had to try and get it washed after the training exercise. It didn't come out, so I'm going to order a new one.

Third, Bradshaw could not stop with the flirty comments. It was so aggravating. I wish we were still arguing cause he was actually less annoying than this.

And lastly, Mav kept pulling me to the side and asking if me and Bradshaw were a thing. Oh my days! Absolutely not! Never in a million fucking years would I date Bradshaw of all people! I'd date Hangman before Bradshaw. Actually no. I would not. I have too much self respect.

When I got home, I took a hot shower. It was fucking amazing after the day I've had. After I got out of the shower, I dried my hair, did my skincare routine, put some makeup on, and now it's time to decide what to wear. It was between a nice dress Phoenix told me to wear or my tight black shirt with some nice-fitting jeans. I asked Phoenix and she told me to wear the dress, obviously. But only if she wore one too. Not being the only one wearing a dress.

It was a short black dress with criss-crossing straps and a slit on the right leg that goes up to my hip. It was really nice, I've just haven't gotten to wearing it yet.

I quickly put the dress on because I was running late. I grabbed my purse, car keys and vape before going out and locking the door.

The ride to the Hard Deck wasn't too long because I could afford a closer one when I moved here. I parked my car, locked it, then headed to the door of the Hard Deck. Phoenix was outside waiting for me.

When I tell you the whole bar went quiet when they saw me and Phoenix, it would be an understatement. Maybe it was because we were in civvy clothes? But we headed to our group and all the boys eyes were wider than golf balls.

"What's with the eyes? It's not like we're naked is it?" I said, eyes darting between all the lads. They were shocked.

"Y/N, I think it's cause you're wearing that short dress, they've never seen as much skin on you before." Phoenix giggled before dragging me to the bar.

"Hey Penny, two double whiskeys please." Phoenix asks Penny with a smile. As I look around, I see a man. He's tall, blonde hair, greenish-blue eyes, and he's staring at me. I recognise him from somewhere. It's Thomas! I didn't think he'd be here tonight. He said he was going to go home in England for a bit to see his family.

"Thomas?! I thought you went back to England for a few weeks! What yer doing 'ere?" I walked up to him and hugged him, shocked that he was in San Diego but especially in the bar I usually go to.

"Thought yer could use some company, but guess you're already set aren't yer?" He chuckled as he looked to Phoenix then in a different direction, all the lads were death staring Thomas.

"Yeah, guess so. Want a drink? Me and Phoenix just ordered double whiskies." I guided him over to the bar where me and Phoenix originally stood.

"Go on then, one can't hurt." He ordered himself a double whiskey and paid for mine and Phoenix's as well.

--------------------------------------

We've been at the Hard Deck for a few hours and I'm quite drunk, drunk enough to not be able to drive. Which is great, cause I want to go home.

Phoenix and I have been dancing to The Weeknd, Mac Demarco, ABBA, Jerry Lee Lewis (because Bradshaw sang it, yet again), and some other singers that I'm too drunk to remember.

Me and Phoenix are currently dancing to Great Balls of Fire, as per requested to play again by Bradshaw. Him and that fucking song. It's like he's married to it. Or he can't breathe if it's not playing.

As we're dancing, I feel someone come up behind me. I turned to see who it was and it was just a stranger. He had his hands on my hips and began to basically grind into my arse. the fuck?

"Erm, can you not do that mate?" I stepped away from him, closer to Phoenix. He had this strange look on his face. It made me really uncomfortable.

"Come on babe, just wanna dance with you." His smile was sloppy and sadistic in a way. Gave me the shivers. Not the good kind.

"Well I don't wanna dance with you. So fuck off. Freak." I rolled my eyes then turned to Phoenix with an awkward smile.

"Don't call me a fucking freak you bitch!" He grabbed my arm and yanked me closer to him, his breath stunk of cigarettes and Bourbon. I always hated that smell.

"Get the fuck off of me you prick!" I grabbed his elbow and dug into it with my fingers which made his grip loosen, then I kicked the back of his knee which got him to the floor.

"Touch me again and we will have a serious problem, got it?" He nodded in answer, fear and anger in his face. "Get the fuck out of this bar." He got up and walked straight out, the whole bar giving him death stares as he leaves.

As soon as the door closes Bob comes over to us, weaving through the crowd with a worried look on his face.

"You okay Y/C/S?" He looked at me with worry and sympathy. I nodded my head yes.

"I'm fine Bob, he was just a prick who should listen to people. Taught him a lesson, hopefully he'll learn from that." I rolled my eyes as I took a sip of my whiskey. "Surprised I can still do that, I'm fucking leathered." I chuckle as I begin to dance again.

Bob nodded with a small smile then went back to the others. Me and Phoenix continued dancing until she had to go home cause her friend said her dog needed to be taken to the vet. So I was left to hang out with the lads.

"Hey Y/C/S, you alright? You look really bad." I place my hand on my heart and mock offense.

"Wow Bagman, I cannot believe you could say that. To me of all people. I look fucking fabulous you rat." I giggle as Bradshaw laughs. He'd laugh at anything that insulted Hangman so I'm not surprised.

"Seriously though Y/L/N, you look unwell. How much have you had to drink?" Bradshaw had genuine concern in his voice. I also did not know how much I drank.

"Fuck knows, wanted to have a fun time. I was, till Nat had to go home cause her dog is sick. I really hope her dog's okay. Do you think it'll die?" Just as I finished my sentence, Thomas came next to me and placed his hand on my waist.

"Come on Y/N, let's get you home." He began to lead me out until I felt his hand go lower. Last time I checked, he had a fucking girlfriend.

"One, I ain't going home right now. And two, get your hand off my arse cause I specifically remember you have a fucking girlfriend." i poked his chest in annoyance because his girlfriend is super nice, and pretty. Like drop dead gorgeous. And she treats him so fucking well as well.

"Yes you are going home, yer leathered. And she doesn't have to know if anything happens, can just be between you and me babe." That's it. Absolutely not. Not a fucking cat in hells chance.

"Right, you are a piece of shit for that. i ain't going home and I'm moving out. And I'm telling your fucking girlfriend how much of a shit person you are." Thomas laughed, I knew he could be a dick sometimes but this is just too far.

"Come on Y/N. Firstly, where would you even move to? You don't make enough money for even a small shitty apartment. And second, she won't believe you." Shit, she wouldn't. She's literally head over heels in love with him.

"She will." A voice said behind me, I turned to see that it was Bradshaw. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"And why's that? She's practically wrapped around my little finger." My face contorts to disgust. Jesus, how did it take me this long to realise he is a complete and utter twat?

"Because in Y/N's bag, is my phone, and it's recording. So she will believe Y/N, because there's proof." All the colour drains from Thomas' face.

"So you best fucking leave now. And I'm getting all my shit in the morning." I look at him with anger an disgust, how could he even think about doing that to such a caring and beautiful girl?

Thomas walked out immediately, slammed the door to the bar on his way out. That's when realisation hit me, I'm now homeless.

"Shit... where am I gonna stay? He is right that I can't afford to live anywhere... Maybe Mav could let me stay with him?" I turn to Bradshaw and he looks like he's just got an idea.

"You can stay with me, until you get enough money for an apartment." Although I was very drunk, that sobered me up quite a lot. Bradshaw was offering to let me stay at his place? I mean, we are civil now, but letting me stay at his home? Jesus, he must really mean it about feeling bad about arguing and the crash.

"Are you sure? Because that's a big thing to offer Bradshaw." I looked at him, unsure myself. But why was Bradshaw offering this? Was it out of guilt? Sympathy?

"Yes. You don't have anywhere to stay. Fanboy only has one room and his couch is fucking uncomfortable. Coyote and Hangman most likely don't want to live with you. Payback lives with his girlfriend. And Bob and Phoenix live with Phoenix's mom. And Mav will probably hate you living with him because he won't be able to have any alone time with the ladies he brings home. So I'm the only viable option." Damn. He must have put lot into this for him to just come up with all that.

“Are you 100% sure that you want to do this? Cause I can just find some place to live I don’t wanna intrude init.” I look at him with concern and uncertainty in my voice.

"Yes of course, helping out a friend, init." He faked a British accent as he said "init", I giggled at him as he pulled a face as well.

"Right okay, thank you so much you don't know how much this means to me..." I have a thankful look on my face. "Please could u come with me to pick my stuff up tomorrow? I don't want to go on my own." He nodded yes. "Thank you..."

"Right, let's get you home. You're so fucking drunk." He chuckled as he guided me out of the Hard Deck with his arm round my shoulder.

--------------------------------------------

As we got to his house, I began to search the outside. It was quite nice.

We both went inside, Bradshaw helped me as I was stumbling everywhere. He guided me to the spare room and placed me on the bed.

"Goodnight sweetheart." Bradshaw muttered as he got to the door.

"Goodnight Bradshawwwww." I said before quite literally passing out as my head hit the pillow.

#top gun #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun imagines #top gun maverick #top gun rooster #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradhsaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw fluff #bradley rooster bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw x you

[daughterofthereaper02]

Dumb Little Girl

A/N: I am going to hell but that’s okay. Does anyone have any extra holy water though? Cause this was filth

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: You have been so stressed, Bradley, Jake, and Robert want to help you stop thinking. After that day takes a turn for the worst after, they’re more determined then ever.

Pairing: Hangman x Rooster x Bob x afab! reader (she/her used)

Warning: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI!!!! Cursing, pure smut, cock warming (oral), sir kink, daddy kink, dumbification, cock drunk, penetration, skirt kink, overstimulation, breeding kink

"Sit down Captain," Jake ordered with a smirk as he let Bradley and Robert into his office. As soon as he was in, he locked the door and closed the blinds. "You've had an Admiral watching you in a way we don't like," he smirked. You swallowed thickly, “I’m sorry sir, really. I didn’t know,” You told him quickly, realizing this was Dom Jake, not Lieutenant Seresin. You might have a higher rank but they sure as hell were in charge at that moment.

“We know baby,” Bradley said, touching your cheek, “You always try to be our good little girl, don’t you?” he asked you. “Yes sir,” you said quickly, trying to be your best, “Unfortunately, we have to make it known who you belong to exactly. You won’t be walking straight tomorrow, we will make sure of that. We also will be keeping you out of his sight for now Captain L/N, so for now...” Robert smirked, letting Jake take over and crouch in front of you. He cupped your cheek, “You’ll be warming my cock under my desk with those pretty lips,” He said, putting his thumb to your bottom lip and pulling it down into a small pout. “Think you can do that, baby?” He asked. “Yes,” you said quickly, “Yes what?” He4 asked, “Yes, daddy!” you slipped into that phrase quickly. “Close enough. Think you can handle it? Be the good little girl we know?” he asked, “Yes daddy,” you whimpered.

“I don’t know Jake,” Bradley smirked, “I don’t think our dumb little girl is up for this,” He said with a sigh, leaning on the desk. “S-sir?” You stuttered in question, “I don’t understand,” you told them, playing with the hem of the skirt on your uniform. “Of course, you don’t,” Robert told you with a grin, “You’re just a dumb little girl. Don’t worry, your daddies are here to take care of you and remove the last of those thoughts in that pretty little head of yours tonight. You’ll only be able to tell us “Yes, sir”, “daddy”. and “please” by the time were through. Am I understood?” He asked. “Yes, sir!” you told him, “And so it begins,” he chuckled. “Have fun you two!” Bradley called as he walked out with Robert.

You looked at Jake, careful to wait for a command. “So, you’re going to be on your knees under my desk, okay?” he explained softly. “I’ve got pillows under there so you don’t hurt but if you need to stop, three taps to my thigh okay?” he told you. You nodded and smiled, “Jake? Before we start, thank you,” you told him. He grinned, “You needed to relax baby, this meeting freed up your schedule to just be while you’re here. I’m just happy to help,” he told you. “I love you,” you murmured, “I love you too. Good to start?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” you smiled.

“Under my desk and on your knees,” he ordered. He gave you a minute to adjust when you were both there, letting you move yourself to be comfortable. then undid his belt and button before pulling out his cock, “Open,” he commanded. You did and gagged momentarily as you got it all in your mouth. “Comfortable?” he smirked as you rested your head on his thigh, your eyes watering slightly. “Look like a fucking painting baby,” he smirked. “Now stay still so Daddy can work,” he grinned.

You closed your eyes, letting your mind fully drift. His cock twitched a little, making you look up at him. “Wish I could run my hand through your hair,” he sighed, touching your cheek, “Need to keep you presentable though,” he shook his head.

You shut your eyes again, whining quietly as you shifted your stiff muscles, “Uh uh, good girls stay quiet,” Jake murmured, turning back to his work. The only reason he knew you were there after that was the mouth on his cock, it was taking everything in you to not suck but you were doing it well. “How do you do this?” he muttered, getting stressed as he started to get more work because they were about to promote him to Commander along with Bradley and Robert.

You didn’t even hear the door open, “Ah! Lieutenant Seresin, almost ready to go home?” Robert’s voice floated in. Jake chuckled, “Yes, I think Captain L/n is almost ready as well, aren’t you?” He asked, looking down at you. You looked up at him and nodded slightly. He pulled out of your mouth and you touched your aching jaw, rolling it slightly, “Thank you, sir,” you whispered, He just pulled you up for a kiss, sliding his mint into your mouth as he shoved his tongue into your mouth, “Good thing I didn’t cum... You breath smells like cock, didn’t need cum too,” he winked.

Your face flushed and you straightened up completely, moving to the mirror in his office. “I just need to get my paperwork and put it in Cyclone’s office-” you started and winced as his voice yelled in the hall for you. “Better get your shit together little girl, ‘cause you’re in for one long night when you get home,” Bradley smirked. You felt yourself grow wetter than you previously were at the promise.

You walked out, sucking on the mint and looking perfectly normal as you fixed your skirt.

Thirty minutes later, two petrified students walked out of Cyclone’s office and one very pissed-off version of you stormed out. You grabbed your bag, “Ready?” you asked and they nodded, as soon as you were safe you stepped forward, “I expect my brains fucked out tonight gentlemen, then we will talk about that mess,” you huffed. “Yes ma’am,” Jake grinned, taking the toothpick out of his mouth.

Many laws were broken as they drove home and soon as you walked through the door, Robert looked you in the eyes, “Knees, now,” he ordered, “Yes, sir” you said dropping to your knees after making sure your uniform wouldn’t rip. He gripped your hair, “Who is ready to behave?” He asked, “Me, daddy,” you whispered, “Good girl,” Jake chuckled.

They all seemed to tower over you at that moment, you let your mind slip into a more submissive state, a small sigh escaping to let them know you were falling into your roll. “Well Jake, you got to have her warm your cock. That tight little skirt has been driving me insane, do I get the honors of warming her up?” Robert asked. Normally you would be laughing about his skirt kink but now you were biting back a whine and it felt like a battle to not rub your thighs together in that moment for any kind of friction. “Go for it, Robert,” Bradley said, walking to the bedroom.

“Up and at it, sugar,” He ordered, his southern accent coming out thick. You stood up so fast that you got dizzy, “Haven’t even gotten my cock and you ain’t walkin straight,” he tisked, bending you over the arm of the couch, “Fuckin perfect,” he grinned, hiking your skirt up and yanking your panties off. “We’re gonna fill you up, you know that? You think you won’t be walkin straight? That belly is gonna be bulging from us,” he laughed, “Going to get ya nice and full, one of the seeds will take and then you’ll be nice and pregnant,” he whispered in your ear as he put a hand in your hair. He slid in slowly and you let out a whine as he bottomed out. You did not even see him apply the lube to his cock, it all happened so quickly.

“Shush, you’ll get what you want in a moment,” he chuckled, “Suck,” he ordered, putting his fingers in front of your mouth, which you happily did for him. You sucked harder as he began to thrust in and out slowly, allowing you to adjust. “After this, you’re going to strip and then go into the bedroom,” he told you. You cried around his fingers as his thrusts grew sharper and harder, “So pretty,” Bradley cooed as he and Jake returned from the bedroom, naked.”We’re going to fucking ruin you, little girl,” Bradley hissed, his voice turning harder as he remembered the way the Admiral looked at their girl, his girl. “Look at how good she is taking it,” Bob groaned, feeling the drool leave your mouth, “So good,” he hissed as your walls fluttered around him. “Cum when you’re ready baby,” he told you and you whined as you came not long after. “Already?” he chuckled suddenly, “Oh sweetie, you’re in for a lot more orgasms,” he told you with a wicked smirk as he slammed into you, finally cumming.

It was only a little over one hour later that you were on your back, your legs wrapped around Bradley's waist as he fucked you. Tears were rolling down your face, mascara smearing as your eyes rolled back, dry drool on your chin. “Want to cum again?” He chuckled, “Please daddy,” you mumbled, weakly gripping his biceps. “Look at her, so fucked she can barely speak,” Jake laughed, wiping away some cum from your face, you were an absolute mess at this point. They had the nail marks dragged across their backs from earlier.

You tried to squirm away as Bob touched your sensitive clit, “Can’t... can’t do no more,” you whined, barely audible as you turned your head. “Eyes on me, Captain,” Bradley hissed, “Y-yes Lt. Bradshaw,” you slurred as he jerked his hips forward and hit your g-spot directly. You met his eyes, your eyes hazy and it was very clear you were cock drunk. “There she is, taking everything we give her so well. She’ll keep going until we say enough though,” he chuckled.

“Who is my dumb little girl?” Jake asked suddenly, both of them looking at Jake, they knew you were far gone if you agreed to that with no fight. “M-me daddy!” you cried, your back arching as you came again. Bradley followed shortly, panting. “So good,” He whispered, kissing you sweetly.

They did a lot worse to you that night, you were currently leaking so much cum that if it wasn’t your goal to get pregnant, you would have been screwed. Not only that but they were so possessive they covered you in hickeys where only they would see, covering your body in cum. Your whole body ached as you laid there, there was no way you would sit straight after this.

At this point you were a babbling mess, “Our little girl did so good,” Jake smirked, “Can she take anymore?” he asked and you turned your head to look at him, your mouth parted slightly. Your eyes told them yes, it would be a very, very long night.

#smut #jake seresin smut #bradley bradhsaw smut #robert floyd smut #robert floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagines #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader

[moonlight-prose]

✧ PRESSURE ✧

a/n: we have officially reached the end of week one and we're ending it with a bang! i feel like it's mandatory i do a threesome fic with these two every kinktober. but i can't help it. they're so perfect for this dynamic. the amount of love i go for my hangman fic is overwhelming so thank you to everyone. i hope you enjoy this one just as much!

day eight - double penetration + threesome | kinktober 2023

summary: "you were the gravity keeping these pilots on the ground, the reason they came home after every mission, after every training and debacle. you were it for them. their lifeline."

word count: 2k+

pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x f!reader x jake 'hangman' seresin

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, double penetration, threesome, assplay, ass eating, anal, overstimulation, bradley and jake being sweethearts, they're in love y'all, m/m.

So this is what death must feel like. What leaving this earthly plane was at the end of things when you took your last breath—leaving behind everything you’d ever known. There was no sure way for you to tell. No way for you to understand that what you were experiencing was like that, because you could barely make sense of where you were. Of what your name was.

His teeth dug into your shoulder, hands spread along your hips as he took you apart with ease. You were on top of him, pressed into his body until there was no space between you and him, but that’s what you wanted. What you craved. His lips met yours, silencing the loud whimpers that echoed in the room as his hands slid to your ass, spreading you obscenely.

“You want it don’t you honey?” he cooed in your ear, his fingers digging into your flesh, keeping you open for the second pair of eyes that burned into you.

The eyes that you knew so well you could practically see them yourself. Bradley knelt behind you on the bed, watching as you sunk onto Jake’s cock, fucking yourself on it in the hopes of getting either of them to move. But they held you steady. Keeping you still as they kept the pace—ever so patient and diligent in their nature. You understood that came with being a pilot, the strength to keep yourself poised and ready, but fuck if you didn’t hate it when it came to this.

“Please,” you whimpered, hips pressing down—Jake’s cock slipping in even further.

“Please huh?” He dipped his hand even further, sliding into the slick that practically leaked out and around his cock. “Look at our girl Rooster. She’s leakin’ for us.”

You pressed your face into his neck, your body responding to his words in a way that should have made you feel ashamed. Except there was that small niggling feeling that bloomed in your chest, forcing its way to the surface with ease. Pride. You liked knowing he was unable to stop staring; that while they rendered you a mess, you did the same for them.

They could keep their composure all they wanted, but when it came down to it. They would fall to their knees for you with a single look—pleading to feel you like this. Which is why you fell into it with ease; pressing yourself into Jake’s hands and allowing him to spread you even wider—giving Bradley an even better look at what awaited him. You heard the audible grunt he let out, the bed dipping as he shifted, his head falling down and forehead pressing into your back.

“So pretty for us baby,” he said, awe tinging his voice, his breath hot against your skin.

“I—” You wanted to ask them to keep going, to beg them, but Bradley’s tongue sliding along the base of Jake’s cock gathering your slick silenced you.

It sent heat streaking up your spine, your toes curling at the sensation. A choked sound stuck to your throat, muffled by Jake’s shoulder, but they heard it nonetheless. His tongue slid up higher, pressing against the hole they’d only teased before. The place that they had yet to claim as theirs. You unconsciously pressed back into it, asking for more as he worked your slick and spit along you—making a mess with his mouth.

“She likes that,” Jake grunted, feeling your walls clamp down around his aching cock. “Keep licking at her and she’ll cum.”

“That right baby?” Bradley asked, sinking his teeth into your ass. “Like my tongue back here?”

A sob echoed in the room, your eyes rolling back when he continued, pressing a finger against the tight ring. He moaned audibly into you, spitting where his finger was now knuckle deep, pressing on something eviscerating. You shook against Jake’s body, your hips pressing down and taking him until the hair at the base of his cock dragged perfectly along your clit. And that was all it took to bring you to a sharp end.

“Oh—fuck—” You cried, gushing around Jake’s cock as the pressure snapped in two, flooding your body with that sensational bliss.

Jake groaned, his hands pressing you tightly to him as he shoved his hips up—pushing you even higher. “There you go honey.”

You were completely unaware that Bradley had added another finger, stretching you gently as you came down from your high. But then it began to build again. That slow steady heat that trickled through your veins, singeing your nerves and stopping your brain altogether. It threatened to break you, to completely drag you beneath the surface of awareness. You pushed back against him, a guttural moan falling from your lips as you moved, begging him for more.

“Think she’s ready?” Jake asked, watching as Bradley sunk another finger into you, nearly turning you immobile.

He hummed in pleasure, spreading a hand up your spine and soothing you with soft strokes of his thumb. “Nearly there. Yeah baby? You almost ready to take me?”

A garbled echo of what they assumed to be yes came from you as they continued to take you apart. Your body shaking from the overstimulation of your first orgasm never truly coming to an end. You were left on the precipice of pleasure—about to be dragged over again, but then he pulled away. His fingers disappeared altogether, ripping a broken whine from your lips—your hips chasing the feeling.

You heard him chuckle, heard the way he stroked his cock—spreading your slick and his spit along the length. Which made you want him even more. Jake’s hands slid up and down your back, his lips pressing along your throat as he shifted. Slowly sitting up with you in his lap—his mouth finding yours and swallowing the soft moan you let out. At this point you weren’t able to move on your own. They had turned you into a pliable form beneath their touches and you fell into it—gave them everything they could have wanted, because they did the same to you.

“He’s gonna be gentle,” Jake said in a low tone against your ear. “Gonna take it slow with you.”

“I will,” Bradley promised against your shoulder, his hand sliding between your bodies and cupping your breast. Thumb running along your sensitive nipple. “Tell me when you’re ready baby.”

You let your head fall back against his shoulder, nodding slowly as you blinked up at him—coherency no longer a part of your skills. Bradley smiled sweetly, his thumb curling around your chin and bringing your lips to his. Licking slowly into your mouth—tasting the desire on your tongue and returning it in kind. They loved you. That much you knew. But this was something else. A flickering feeling that began to grow the longer you were there, wrapped in their arms.

“Pretty,” he mumbled, notching his cock at your backside, his thumb continuing to run a soothing circle along your chin, keeping your eyes locked on him. “So fucking tight.”

The breath caught in your throat, fingers digging into Jake’s shoulder when Bradley began to press into you. Thrusting into you with small movements and giving you time to adjust with every inch. Originally you believed this would be enough to break you, but you were wrong. It was earth-shattering. A sensation that shoved you so high you nearly screamed. But the sound was trapped in your chest, your mouth falling open silently as he panted against your cheek.

“You’re doing good,” he grunted, biting gently at your cheek.

Jake moaned, his head falling against your shoulder when your cunt tightened around him, nearly strangling his cock. “Fuck honey. Rooster ‘m not gonna last man.”

“Almost there,” he gritted, pushing forward a bit more until his hips met your ass.

And that’s when you screamed. Your voice finally back the second he sank to the hilt, filling you in a way that had your body shaking. Pleasure struck your body with such a strong wave you felt light-headed. The breath left your lungs faster than you could get it. You felt yourself gush, felt the wetness trickle down your thighs, but it barely registered in your brain that you were coming. That your body was wound so tight because of it.

“Fuck, fuck,” Jake spit, thrusting up into you and shoving you even higher. He bit down on your shoulder, hands grasping on your hips as he fought against finishing.

“You good?” Bradley asked over your shoulder.

“Yeah. Just…damn.” He turned his attention towards you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “How are you honey?”

Finally after so long, you managed to speak. “G-good,” you whispered hoarsely. “Feel good.”

“Yeah?” He thrusted up gently, watching with a grin as your mouth fell open, your hands scrambling for purchase against his chest. “You like being filled with us? That it?”

“Ah!” You nodded, nails biting into his skin as Bradley shifted, meeting Jake’s thrust with one of his own.

It was a strange sensation to feel both of them at once, nearly touching one another but still apart. Yet that’s not what drove you back to the very precipice of finishing. It was the sound of Bradley dragging Jake closer, his lips sealing over the man’s with ease—tongue licking into his mouth. Your walls fluttered at the sound, chest heaving as they sped up slightly, their bodies pressing you between them so tightly you could barely move.

“Can feel you baby,” Bradley whispered hotly against your ear. “You want to cum again? I know you do.”

“Yes—” Your eyes rolled back when his hand fell down to your clit, swiping against it gently. “Hng—FUCK!”

As if on cue, your body spasmed, walls clamping down on both of them and sending you reeling. Another gush of wetness spilled along your body, coating Jake’s stomach and the tops of his thighs as he fucked himself into you rapidly. You could feel it. The way they were both holding onto their releases by the very skin of their teeth, their nails digging into your skin with enough pressure to draw blood.

With a hoarse shout, Bradley spilled into you, his hips slamming into your ass with a speed that shoved Jake even deeper. A choked sob caught in your throat, your body arching into Jake’s as he quickly followed Bradley. Spurting into you with a cry, his body falling against yours—face pressing into your heaving chest. It was a mess of pleasure, the three of you now in shambles.

“That was…” Bradley panted, his chest pressed tightly to your back, lips trailing against your shoulder.

Jake softly whined when he pulled out of you slowly, seeing the way the sticky release spilled from you. “Never seen anything better than that.”

Bradley chuckled. “I think we broke her.”

“She’s still here.” Jake kissed your lips gently, his hand pressing against your stomach softly. “C’mon baby. Open those pretty eyes for us.”

You responded to his words, sinking into Bradley’s hold a bit more as your eyes fluttered open. They were glassy and dazed, the fucked out look on your face more prominent than it had ever been before. And that made them smile. Hell you could barely form a single word in your head, but you’d never felt better in your life. Your body sluggish as they moved you to lay down—Bradley pulling out as Jake grabbed a warm cloth.

“You want a bath baby?” he asked, his eyes roving along your body to make sure you were still intact—still okay after something so extreme.

You nodded, curling your fingers into his hair slowly. “That sounds good,” you rasped.

He grinned, hands sliding up your waist. “Whatever you want, baby. It’s yours.”

There was no doubt that he meant every word. That you came before anything. You were the gravity keeping these pilots on the ground, the reason they came home after every mission, after every training and debacle. You were it for them. Their lifeline. So when Bradley gathered you in his arms, Jake coming up behind him with a glass of water and your favorite silk robe in hand, you believed him.

Whatever you wanted.

Even if what you wanted was both of them. At once.

#bradley bradshaw x f!reader x jake seresin #bradley bradshaw x f!reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradhsaw x you #jake seresin x f!reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #rooster x reader x hangman #rooster x reader #hangman x you #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #jake 'hangman' seresin #bradley bradshaw smut #jake seresin smut #my writing #kinktober 2023

[valhallaas]

That’s My Girl

pairing: bradley rooster bradshaw x sunshine!reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni) vaginal fingering, p in v, cream pie (wrap it up, pals) jake stirring the pot like the shithead he is

summary: when everyone but rooster sees it, there’s always a texan willing to step up to the plate. 

a/n: not me cackling while writing this like some crazed woman. ya’ll can blame @glen-powells​​ for this. the text messages can prove it. 

Part 2

Part 3

It surprises you every time you come back to the Hard Deck how it hasn’t changed. At least the atmosphere. Civilians and aviators alike. Penny grins at you when you walk in. Elbowing your way through the crowd, you take a seat at the bar, leaning far enough over to let her kiss you on the cheek. Her and your mom had been best friends. Penny’s known you since you were in diapers, helped your mom through the divorce, and helped you when she passed away. You always did your best to come visit her when you could. You’re on leave for the next two months and you aren’t wasting it anywhere else but here.

“Long time no see.” Penny says as she grabs you a drink.

You only grin. “You’ll be seeing so much of me, you’ll be sick of me.”

“Is free labor included in that?”

“Always.” A two toned whistle catches your attention. Turning to look behind you, you sigh at the sight. Holy shit. They’re all here. Your eyes narrow at the blonde, his grin widening when he catches you staring. “Maybe not tonight, Pen.”

Penny shakes her head. “I didn’t think so. Go on, then.”

Throwing her a grateful smile, you’re up and heading towards the pool table. It’s a reunion, no doubt. You’d been overseas the last few months. Seeing everyone here is a blessing. You can’t help the splitting grin on your face when Bob wraps you up right in his arms. How the two of you hit it off, you’ll never know, but you aren’t complaining.

“Look who it is, folks. Our Sunny girl. Did ya’ll see it get brighter in here when she walked in?”

Your eyes roll so far into the back of your head you’re surprised they don’t get stuck. Turning, you come face to face with the blonde who’d called for your attention.

“Hangman,”

He pulls the toothpick out of his mouth and winks. “Sunshine.”

“What’s got y’all here?”

“You.” Phoenix answers, standing from where she knocked two solids in at the pool table.

You turn to look back at the bar. Penny’s already looking at you with a smirk. What a little sneak. You should’ve known she let you go too easily. Shaking your head you step forward and snag the pool stick from Hangman. He smirks, but doesn’t say anything. You quirk an eyebrow. Lieutenant Jake Seresin keeping his mouth shut? It’s a goddamn miracle. His eyes never leave you as the game finishes. Phoenix grumbles at her loss, you were three shots behind when you started. It’s not your fault that you’re good, that you’re very good. Handing the stick off to Bob, your eyes scan the bar. It’s been almost thirty minutes since you got here. It’s a Saturday night and the bar is busy.

No Hawaiian shirt in sight. No porn mustache spotted anywhere. Your shoulders deflate. If everyone else is here, why isn’t he?

“Who you looking for, Sunshine?”

You glance sideways. “Wouldn’t like to know.”

Jake only grins. “Your bird boy ain’t here yet. Had a meeting with Maverick, I believe.”

Fucking Christ. Are you really that hopeless when it comes to him? So exposed that even Bagman can tell that your head over heels for Rooster? It’s not like it’s your fault. If you had it your way, you’d be happy with your own company. But the heart wants what the heart wants.

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

“Oh, I think you do. Because as much as you pine for him, Bradshaw is a dumbass.”

“What do you mean?”

“He hasn’t noticed, Sunny. You’re still that kid from down the road. You need to do something to make him see you.”

The thought has crossed your mind. You’ve known Bradley so long that he probably didn’t think of you that way. Your teeth bite into your cheek, hands fiddling with the hem of your dress. You don’t miss the way Hangman’s eyes take you in. His gaze lingering on your bare thighs. You huff out a small laugh, pulling his attention back to your face.

You and Jake have a weird relationship. He annoys you to no end but you trust him with your life. Pretty sure you’re the only one in the bar that does. Jake’s been protective of you since you met at Top Gun. A relationship without the relationship, you suppose.

“Can always stir the pot,”

You blink. “What?”

“Make him jealous, Sunny.” A snort escapes you and you slap a hand over your mouth. Jake’s smile is wide, his head falling back with a deep chuckle. “Oh, Sunny girl.”

“I have no one to make him jealous. Even if I did, that’s a stupid idea. What am I, in eighth grade?”

“Honey, look at who you’re talking to.”

Green eyes devour you when you look up at him. He is right. No one gets under Rooster’s skin more than Hangman. You bite your lip, unsure. You shouldn’t. You really, really shouldn’t. But there’s a fire in Hangman’s eyes, like he’s got a point to prove. Playing with the hem of your dress, you scrape the toe of your shoe against the floor. Fuck it, really, what do you have to lose?

“What are we going to do, exactly?”

Jake raises his hand, cupping the side of your face. His thumb lightly drags over your bottom lip before pulling it down. He pulls it away and looks down at the faintly smeared mauve color now on the pad. He lifts it up to his mouth and rubs it in.

“What are you doing?”

His lips tilt into a knowing smirk. “Teasin’.”

He’s going to get you in trouble. Lifting a hand to your own mouth, it’s smacked lightly. Sharp eyes glare at him.

“Go pick out a song. Let’s dance.”

“Dance?”

“Yeah, Sunshine, dance. Now go, and pick out a good one.”

You roll your eyes but do as you're told. Eyes follow you the whole way to the jukebox. You lean over, just a bit, the bottom of your dress rising up to tease. Was that why you wore it? Maybe. You wouldn’t tell. Flipping through the songs, you pause a few pages back, a knowing smile taking over your face. Putting the money in, you twirl back to face Jake. When the song starts playing he laughs.

“Honey, you are playing dirty.”

“You started it.”

“Well, you do have your boots on.” He says toeing your Ariats.

“Come on, Texas. Show me how to boogie.”

“You are asking for trouble.”

An eyebrow raises. “Pot, meet kettle.”

Jake doesn’t say anything else. His hand grabs for yours, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you tightly to him. You can’t help but gasp when his thigh slots between yours. Tightening your grip on his shoulder, he twirls you both out and makes room to have a dance floor. The other patrons cheer while watching. A few cat calls thrown your way. A carefree laugh makes its way from you. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt this way. It’s silly, really. To think that teasing a grown ass man made you feel this way.

“Just a heads up, Sunny girl, Bradshaw’s been watching since you went to pick out the song.” Your heart drops. What now? You go to turn your head, to try to find him, anything, really, but are stopped short. Jake slides his hand into your hair keeping you still. “Stop. You’re going to ruin it. I can see his fucking vein bulging from here.”

This is a good thing, right? This is what you wanted? His attention? Jake knows what he’s doing. He’s never led you astray before. Hopefully he won't start now. Jake lets you go, hanging you out with one hand before twirling you around. You’re facing away from him now, and you come face to face with Rooster. You inhale sharply, the smell of him overwhelming you.

“What’s going on here?” He asks, no preamble.

“We’re dancing, I know you have eyes, Bradshaw.”

Bradley looks from Hangman down at you. Head to toe his eyes blaze over you. A fire touching your skin. Licking at the top of your exposed breasts and down your thighs. You can see his lips twitch. The man knows you. His hand reaches out, pinches the fabric of the dress, rolling it between his fingers. It’s his favorite color, and by the look in his eyes you know he knows you wore it just for him.

“Hey Sunshine.”

“Hi Rooster.”

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

You frown. Opening your mouth to talk, you’re promptly cut off. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Rooster shrugs. You follow after him to the table where all your friends are. Most of them try their hardest to look as if they aren’t watching this scene play out like a movie. You jump up to sit on the table, grabbing your drink and taking a sip. You hand Hangman his beer, his glare still on the man beside you. Neither of them say anything for a long time. They just stare, having a silent conversation that you don’t know how to decipher.

“Didn’t know you had a thing for Bagman, Sunshine.” Rooster finally says.

You snort, ignoring Jake’s smirk. “He wishes.”

“That why your lipstick is on his mouth?”

“Who’s mouth should it be on? Wouldn’t want it to go to waste.” Jesus Christ, he’s trying to get you into fucking trouble. Widened eyes look at Jake, his face more stoic than you’ve ever seen it.

“What does that mean?”

Hangman huffs, taking a pull from his beer. “All I’m saying Bradshaw, is that you’ve got a hell of a woman hanging off every word you say. Waiting on you to finally do something. So, you better fuck her before I do.”

Did he know you could hear him? You’re sitting like two feet away. Neither of the men back were backing down and it’s making your anxiety spike. They’ve always been at each other's throats. You’re not sure when their little feud became about you.

“Did she say that?”

“Say what?”

“Did Sunshine say that she wanted you to fuck her?”

There was no hiding the smugness in Bradley’s tone. Hook, line, and sinker. A muscle twitches in Jake’s jaw from how hard he’s clenching his teeth. Suddenly, he glances over at you and you know you must look like a deer caught in headlights. He sighs but it doesn’t sound like one of defeat. More like he’s losing his patience.

He steps towards you, thumb trailing over your bottom lip. “If it doesn't work out with him, Sunny. You know where to find me.”

Hangman turns without looking at either of you again and makes for the jukebox. Your lips quirk up when you recognize the song.

***

The sound of the door closing is your only warning. Hazel eyes meet yours in the mirror as you roll your neck. Your body relaxes when you feel him press up against your back. He’s so warm it sends chills running down your spine. The bathroom isn’t all that big. Bradley stands behind you, invading your space and swallowing it whole. There is nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. It’s easy to see that Hangman’s words have gotten under your skin. Your heart thunders in your chest at what’s going to happen next. A small prayer is sent off that Penny never finds out.

“You look good, flower.”

You smile at the nickname. “Thanks. It’s always fun when you can dress up in civvy clothes.”

He huffs. “The dress is really something,”

You grin at him through the mirror and you see Adam’s apple bob, hazel eyes fixated on your lips. You swallow, your throat thick. Tearing your gaze from his, you smooth your hands down the soft material, fingers playing with the hem of it. You took a chance with it, and you’re grateful it’s working out in your favor.

The tension is thick and heady. It clings to your skin, his callouses catch on your skin, gluing themselves to you. The music from the jukebox beats against the bathroom door, it’s the only thing accompanied by your heavy breathing. Your eyes shut when his hand pulls your hair to rest over one shoulder. A light yank of your hair has them snapping open. You meet his eyes in the mirror. One eyebrow quirks up at you. With a shaky breath you nod. Bradley leans in, lips lightly brushing against the expanse of your neck. His gaze rests on the soft spot right next to where it connects to your shoulder. You tilt your neck not only to give him more access, but permission too. Your lips tilt at the groan he lets out before his lips are on you.

Slowly his hands pull your sleeves down your arms. Goosebumps rise on your exposed skin. It makes you feel a little vulnerable. But then Bradley pushes himself even closer. He’s got his Hawaiian shirt on, jeans, and his boots. You can feel him breathing, his chest warming your back. It’s when he pushes his hips against you—you can feel him. All of him. A whimper escapes you and you see him grin in the mirror.

A hand trails down your side while the other moves to your chest. Your head falls back when a nipple is taken between his calloused fingers. You’ve only dreamt of what his hands would feel like. Your imagination didn’t do him justice. The heat coming from him is intoxicating. You’ve been so caught up in him that you haven’t realized a hand has been slipping down, down down. Fingers toiling with your dress, pushing the skirt up slowly. A hum rumbles from him when his fingers finally find your core, slipping between your folds. You’re completely soaked. You’ve been this way since he appeared right in front of you. Your breath locks in your throat when he slips a digit in.

“Christ,” he mutters, voice thick like honey. “No panties, flower?”

You whine, you can’t help it. You push your hips back into him, arching your back. His voice, the accusation in his tone. You knew what you were doing when you left your house. Maybe he’d come home with you, fucking you good and proper in your bed. Not pressed up against the sink of the Hard Deck. Bradley pulls his finger out only to push it back in with another. He does this, warming up your body, until you’re moaning, your own hand wrapped around his wrist and guiding him. You can’t stop your hips from grounding down on his hand. Desire has taken over. Bradley has left your nipple, hand now wrapped around your throat, holding you hostage to watch yourself in the mirror. He grunts when you clench around his fingers. You’re close, so close.

“Bradley,” you whine, fingers digging into his arm.

“I know, flower. You want it real bad, don’t you? Let me feel it. Let me feel you gush all over my hand sweet girl. Would you like that?”

You’re going to come off his words alone. A moan falling from your lips as the pressure tightens. It’s only moments later when the band snaps, hot liquid flooding throughout your body. Your head falls back against his chest, another moan filling the small space.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.”

You can feel him moving behind you. The distinct clinking of his belt being undone. Your whole body grows hotter in anticipation. Searing heat hits you, a hand stroking himself while the other is spreading you open. Heat pulses between your legs. There’s no doubt that he’ll split you wide open. After what you just pulled with Jake, you’d be surprised if he was forgiving at all. It’s a little fucked up, but it warms your belly all the same. Lifting your head, you gasp when his eyes meet yours. Bradley’s pupils are blown, lust and primal desire have taken over. His lips pink and full, he bends down and kisses right between your shoulder blades. Traveling up your spine, over your shoulder, he digs his teeth in where it meets your neck. You don’t miss his smirk when you moan.

He slides a hand across your ass, slapping you just hard enough to leave a red handprint behind as he thrust deep, bottoming out. A hand clamps down around your mouth, muffling the scream trying to break free. He’s big, so fucking big. He’s filling you up like never before. It hurts, a pain that you will never get enough of. Your knuckles turn white with each rough, lazy thrust. Bradley slides a hand along your spine, up the back of your neck and into your hair, your breath catches as he pulls your head up and you’re meeting his gaze in the mirror. He’s watching you come undone around him. Each stroke pulling more and more pleasure. Your cheeks are flushed, pupils blown with lust, and lips parted as each of your clipped breaths turn into whimpers.

“Flower,” he grits, hand tightening in your hair, “you feel so fucking good.”

You stare back at him, feet spreading wider to let as much of him in as you can. His teeth dig into your skin again, this time leaving bruises behind. It makes you whine. Little secrets that litter your skin. He thrusts harder, rougher until your hand is pressed against the mirror just to keep you balanced. He’s fully claiming you. Cock punching into the deepest part of you. Neither of you are too worried about the sounds escaping you now.

“Bradley, I–” you're cut off by a whimper when he reaches that spongy spot deep inside you. Over and over again, you feel it approaching, your orgasm is going to come crashing down and you’re ready to bask in it. Your face lifts up, like a sunflower searching for the sun.

“Flower? Are you going to come for me again? Are you going to let me feel you come around my cock?”

“Yes! Yes, I–Rooster, fuck,”

You come on his cock like a tidal wave, and when you collapse against the counter, your body trembles, heaving desperately for air. Bradley groans, pulling you up until you’re flush against him. His lips meet yours in a messy kiss, bucking his hips harder until he’s chasing his high right over the ledge with you.

“Good girl,” he praises, wiping the sweat off the back of your neck. “Good fuckin’ girl. That’s my good girl.”

The jukebox is still blaring when you exit the bathroom. Slowly you make your way back to where your friends are. Ignoring all of their knowing stares you reach for your drink and down it. When Bradley finally makes his appearance beside you, a possessive arm thrown over your shoulders and a quick kiss to the crown of your head. Hangman’s watching the both of you, a knowing look in his eye.

“So, Bradshaw, how was she?”

#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw x you #rooster bradshaw one shot #rooster bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw one shot #bradley rooster bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw fanfic #rooster bradhsaw fanfic #top gun maverick fanfic

[bussyslayer333]

Looking for somebody (to love)

summary: a flurry of bad dates leads bradley bradshaw to you.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x reader

word count: 5k+

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smut, big dick bradley 🙏 MDNI 18+

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Phoenix had pushed him into this, dating wasn’t really Bradley’s scene. As much as he rebuked Jake’s love ‘em and leave ‘em mentality Bradley wasn’t much better. It was easier that way, no strings and no one left pining when he inevitably was sent on deployment.

He’d been on three dates in total so far this month, each one worse than the last.

The first wasn’t so bad in comparison to the rest. Her name began with an L, Bradley couldn’t quite remember whether it was Lana or Lara, either way Jake had set them up which should have been the first red flag.

She was pretty and blonde, definitely Jake’s type. In fact, Bradley was pretty sure he’d been on a date with the female version of Jake Seresin. The whole date she had talked about herself, and not in the cute, rambley sort of way that Bradley could get behind. But in the braggy, daddy’s money kind of way.

“Yeah and that’s the story of how that bitch of a barista burned my tongue off.” Lan/ra snarled, picking her fork at her salad.

“Oh, yeah, that sounds horrible.” Bradley tried to sound sincere.

“And I didn’t even tell you about the time a waitress scuffed my vintage Dior bag-” She interrupts herself, “fuck is that a tomato?”

Bradley looked up from where he had been cutting at his steak (that she had turned her nose up at) and winced, recalling how she had made a large scene out of not having tomatoes in her salad.

Unfortunately, one of the younger waiters at the restaurant managed to walk past their table as said revelation took place. Bradley’s date snapped her fingers in the poor waiters face, stilling him and looking down at her in fear.

“Hi miss, how can I help?” The waiter, who couldn’t be more than 17, stuttered out.

“Help?!” She looked to Bradley as if to encourage him to join her in complaining.

Bradley looked at the waiter apologetically, hoping for this to pan out calmly. Much like everything else that happened in Bradley’s life, it did not go the way he wanted it to.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Lan(r)a snapped, staring angrily up at the boy.

She stared at him expectantly, clearly waiting for a reply. Bradley wondered if it was worth slamming a few bills on the table and making his way out now.

“Uhm..” The waiter is looking around now, making pleading eye contact with who must be his manager.

Bradley finally tries to speak up, maybe diffuse the situation, “It’s okay, look I’ll just pay and we can get out of here.”

Lan(r)a objected once again, “We won’t be paying for anything! I want this meal free of charge!”

Bradley held in a laugh at her use of “we”, she had made it very clear at the start of the date that he would be paying. He was going to anyway, but her insistence made Bradley’s eyebrows furrow. Before her grating voice could start again, Bradley looked to the waiter.

“If you could just get us the bill, please?” He tried his best to communicate how apologetic he felt through his eyes and hoped that the waiter understood.

The waiter scurried off, fearing for another berating and in lieu of finding the bill.

“Why did you do that?” Bradley’s date seethed.

“I didn’t want to cause a scene,” Bradley didn’t really know why he was explaining himself to this girl.

“Whatever, Jake told me you were a dick anyway.”

Bradley laughed, loud. This girl could not be serious. He stood up and did what he should have done after the first ten minutes of being here. Slapped a hundred on the table and walked out.

In his car, Bradley considered his options. He could go home drink a few beers, maybe wallow about that pitiful date and pass out. Or, he could drive to the Hard Deck where he knew all his friends would be and chew Jake out.

He chose the latter.

“Bagman, what the fuck?”

Jake span around from where he was bent over the pool table, a smile plastered on his face.

“Not with Lana?” Jake chuckled, winding his neck around slightly trying to see if she was in tow.

“Fuck no! Why did you send her on a date with me?” Bradley all but whined to Jake.

By now Phoenix had made her way back from the bar top and was interested in what had seemingly got Bradley’s panties in a twist.

“She’s a friend, I thought you guys would have a lot in common.” Jake’s smile still scheming.

Bradley scoffs, “Like what?”

“You’re both bitches.” Jake cackles, picking his beer out of Phoenix’s hand.

Bradley’s pissed. He all but snatches the beer from Jake’s hands and takes a long swig.

“I’m never going on a date ever again.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Bradley’s vow of no dates didn’t last long. Phoenix had tricked him into another date, this time with someone of Coyote’s choosing. She was one of Javy’s sister’s friends and around the same age as Bradley and she was a total knockout.

When Javy had shown Bradley a picture he thought he was getting pranked. Seeing her in real life was even more insane. He’d decided this time on a more casual date, drinks at a bar in downtown San Diego. Although he was regretting his casual attire now. He definitely should have worn the black button up, Bob said it made his arms pop or whatever.

“Hi, I’m Bradley. Javy’s friend, you must be Maria?”

“Hey.”

Bradley’s eyebrows quirked slightly, maybe she was just nervous?

“Do you want to go in and get some drinks?”

“Sure.”

Okay maybe she’s just a woman of a few words, Bradley liked that. She’s mysterious, and hot. He’s sure he can crack her, maybe a few longing glances with his puppy dog eyes and she’d be done for.

Or at least that’s what he thought.

“So, what do you do for a living?”

This was one of Bradley’s many ice breakers he had tried, and he still couldn’t figure out for the life of him whether this girl was that uninterested in him or if she was actually just this goddamn boring.

“I model.”

“Oh cool, I mean I’m not surprised you’re totally beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

Even the bartender was looking somewhat sympathetically at Bradley’s poor attempt at saving this date. They sat in another few seconds of silence as Bradley wondered whether she was going to ask him a question. She did not.

“…yeah I’m a fighter pilot, like Javy?”

“Cool.”

Bradley was about to gouge his eyes out with the trendy metal straws sat in a ceramic pot on the bar top next to him. He mulled over whether he should bite the bullet and ask if she really even wanted to be here. He decided on a more polite version of that.

“So.. what made you decide to come on this date?”

Maria sits quietly for a moment, sips at the straw of her daiquiri and hums.

“I’m not sure.”

Bradley was going to bang his head on the table.

“Yeah I don’t know, I’m not really into guys with facial hair.”

Bradley snorts as he takes a sip of his beer, and Maria pulls back slightly disgusted. He taps a finger against his moustache in consideration. Was she hot enough for him to get rid of the stache?

No.

“Okay, cool. I’m not sure this is gonna work out.”

“Yeah.” Maria shrugs.

Bradley nods curtly, and pays off his tab. As he’s walking out he notices a guy approaching Maria, clean shaven. Bradley sees for the first time tonight a smile grace her face and rolls his eyes.

He’s on the phone to Phoenix as he enters his apartment, “Seriously Phe she was the most boring girl I’ve ever met.”

“What, because she didn’t like your moustache?”

“Shut up, you know that’s not why.”

Phoenix can hear Bradley pacing around his apartment and the opening of the fridge, she hears the clink of a beer opening and decides to bite the bullet.

“Look, I know these past two dates haven’t been great but I have one more for you-”

“Absolutely not.”

Phoenix huffs.“Hear me out. pleeeeeeeeeea-”

Bradley cannot believe he’s on the phone with a thirty year old woman, “Oh my god, fine.”

“She’s an old school friend, recently broken up with her boyfriend so she’s not looking for anything super serious and she’s your type to a T.”

Phoenix can hear Bradley tapping his foot on the wooden floor of his apartment, a sign he’s clearly thinking about her offer. He hums,

“Nothing serious?”

“Not at all.”

Phoenix holds her breath.

“Ugh, fine.”

Bradley hopes he doesn’t regret this.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Clare is exactly what Bradley was looking for, as much as he hated to admit it; Phoenix was right. Clare was just what she promised to be, funny, not looking for anything serious and exactly Bradley’s type. Honestly the date was going pretty good considering the horror show that the last two were.

“Nat never told me her pilot friends were so handsome.” She flirted.

Bradley chuckles into his wine glass, “I think Nat would probably throw up if she called me handsome.”

“She’s still that stubborn?” Clare giggles.

“As ever.”

There’s a lull in conversation as flirtatious looks are exchanged whilst they both sip at their wine. It gives Bradley a chance to remind himself to text Phoenix a thank you message.

Clare breaks the silence, “How come you’re single? I feel like you’re too good to be true.”

Bradley stews, wondering if he’s going to reveal himself so early on in the date,

“Well, if I’m being completely transparent I’m usually more of a one night stand kind of guy.”

Clare smirks, “What if I told you that was exactly what I was looking for?”

Bradley’s eyebrows quirk in intrigue, “Oh?”

“I just got out of a long term relationship so I don’t want to jump into something immediately, buuuut I like you Bradley. You’re cute.”

Bradley laughs, “Cute?”

Clare rolls her eyes, “You know what I mean.”

Bradley feels the tip of her heel begin to trace its way up his calf, stroking up and down lightly. She looks up at him smiling and he widens his legs, a suggestion for her to continue on her ministrations. It’s a nice kind of teasing, that promises a fun night ahead for Bradley. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited. However, Clare suddenly removes her foot from his calf and sits up straight, Bradley’s about to whine when a deep voice from behind him speaks,

“Shit, Clare?”

Bradley turns to see who Clare’s eyes are locked on. There’s a tall man stood behind him and a pretty woman slightly to the side, her dress short and red.

“Fuck, Daniel what are you doing here?”

“I’m with my date,” Daniel gestures to you.

You frown as the woman you now know as Clare glares at you.

“Yeah well I am too.” Clare folds her arms and gestures to Bradley.

You let your eyes wander to the man sat opposite her. He’s attractive, wavy brown hair, tan skin and muscular. He’s somehow even pulling off his porn stache. You finally pull your eyes away from your date’s ex girlfriend’s date and back to whatever was unfolding in front of you.

Daniel scoffs and gestures to Bradley, “This guy?”

Bradley isn’t sure whether he should be offended or not. As he sizes Daniel up he catches your eye, you’re even prettier on second look. You make a look at him as if to say “is this really happening right now?” and in that moment he decides he likes you infinitely more than Clare.

Clare rolls her eyes at Daniel, “Yeah, and what new skank have you got with you?”

Your eyes widen. This girl cannot be serious. Daniel had told you he’d recently gotten out of a long term relationship but he failed to mention it was clearly with someone who was still hung up on him, and probably vice versa. Your eyes wander back down to Clare’s date who has a disgusted look on his face, clearly equally surprised and annoyed by her words.

He speaks up for you before Daniel does, “That was uncalled for.”

“Bradley you don’t know what Daniel or the girls he used to cheat on me with are like.”

Repulsed by the newfound revelation about your date and tired of being slandered by a girl you’ve never met, you storm out of the restaurant. Early winter air in San Diego is chilly, especially at night when you’re wearing a skimpy slip dress. Your heels clack along the concrete loud enough that you don’t hear the footsteps approaching behind you. A hand grasps lightly at your shoulder and your shake it off in anger,

“Fuck off Daniel, this isn’t going to work.”

You spin on your heel, ready to berate him further when you realise it’s not Daniel at all.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have jumped out on you. My name’s Bradley.”

Bradley. Clare’s date. He’s gorgeous, big brown eyes lit up by the moon. He’s looking at you with so much concern you don’t even realise that you’ve started crying until he raises a hand to wipe a tear off of your cheek. You blink quickly, willing the tears away and chuckle wetly,

“Sorry, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Please don’t be.” Bradley’s thumb swiped across your cheek in a comforting gesture.

“Hey, do you want to go on a walk?” He suggests, offering his arm to you.

You let out a shaky breath, “Yeah, okay.”

You walk slowly along the sidewalk, arm in arm with Bradley as he tells you about himself and asks about you. You learn that he’s 35 and a fighter pilot for the navy and probably the most charming man you’ve ever met.

He looks at you hesitantly, “Can I ask you something?”

You smile at him reassuringly, “Of course.”

“Why were you on a date with that douche bag? You’re way out of his league.”

You giggle at his suggestion and stare at him as you continue to walk, trusting him to guide you.

“My friends thought I needed to get out more, but every date I’ve been on this past month has been horrific.”

Bradley cackles, “No fucking way!”

You frown at him slightly, not enjoying the feeling of being laughed at. He quickly picks up on your expression and rectifies what he said.

“Sorry, shit, it’s just that’s exactly what happened to me.”

You cock your head to the side and let a small grin onto your face, “Really?”

Bradley smiles, “Totally.” He carries on, “The first girl was insufferable, I’m pretty sure my friend only picked her to annoy me.”

You chuckle, “Damn, why was she so annoying?”

“All she did was talk about herself and her money, and then flipped on the waiter when there was a tomato in her salad.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

You look up at him and giggle, somewhat uncontrollably. He joins in with you until your both leaning on each other for support. Once you’ve stopped laughing and alarming the other people in the street, you realise you’ve come full circle in your walk and back to the front of the restaurant you had left. You peer into the window and see Daniel sat where Bradley was previously, sticking his tongue down Clare’s throat. You hold down another bout of laughter as you look at Bradley’s shocked face.

“They fucking suck, don’t they?” He whispers into your ear.

You look back at him, “Oh 100%.”

You look into each others eyes for a moment, not really sure where to go from here. You hesitantly speak up,

“I should call an uber.”

Bradley frowns, “No way, I’ll drive you.”

You smile, teasing, “Haven’t you ever heard of stranger danger, Bradley?”

“I promise I’m not an axe murderer, sugar.”

You scoff in mock offence, “I’m talking about me.”

He rolls his eyes, “I’ll take my chances.”

Bradley’s bronco is clean, he has a pine scented air freshener dangling from the rear view mirror next to some mini fuzzy dice and he lets the radio hum 70s r&b hits whilst you direct him to your apartment.

When he comes to a slow in front of your apartment building you consider your options for a moment. Were you really about to let the first man who genuinely made you laugh for the first time in months slip out of your hands? Fuck no.

“Would you- Do you want to come up to my apartment with me?”

Bradley is so glad you have more initiative than him.

“Yeah, definitely.”

He steps out of the car and jogs round to help you out of your side. He’s holding your hand as you step down and once your feet are planted on the ground you look up at him and giggle,

“Definitely?” You tease, hand dragging up and down his chest.

He smirks at that and fires back, “I mean, I can just go?”

You roll your eyes and turn on your heel, taking his hand in yours and dragging him behind you, “Yeah sure.”

In your apartment, you make quick work of kicking your heels off. You make your way into the kitchen and return with two beers. Bradley’s sat on your couch, legs spread invitingly wide. You hand a beer to him and he smiles,

“Thanks, gorgeous.”

It’s impossible to ignore the way he makes your stomach flutter with want. Once you’re planted on the couch next to him he pulls your legs onto his lap and strokes a hand up and down your calf.

“So, tell me about your tragic dates.” He speaks, startling you out of your daze.

You take a sip of your beer and lean back, dragging your eyes across his face. He looks genuinely interested so you decide to indulge him.

“The second one was definitely the worst.” You chuckle in memory.

“Colour me intrigued, gorgeous.”

You rolls your eyes at the pet name but continue, “This guy took me to dinner and made eye contact with my boobs the whole time, and when I say the whole time I mean like I couldn’t even tell you what colour his eyes are because we never made actual eye contact for long enough.”

Bradley laughs at your explanation and can’t help himself but glance down at your exposed cleavage, he shrugs appreciatively, making a little “ow!” sound when you smack his shoulder lightly.

“Anyways, he kept insinuating that I was going to sleep with him and when I told him I wasn’t interested he immediately asked for the waitresses number.”

Bradley splutters into his beer and mumbles something about your date “fumbling the bag.”

“I’ve gotta see a picture of this guy,” Bradley laughs, curious as to what type of man could have such audacity.

You smirk and reach for your phone on the coffee table and quickly swipe open instagram, clicking on his profile in your recently searched. You hand your phone over to Bradley and he places his beer down before swiping through the pictures. He outright cackles,

“This fuckin’ guy? He’s literally the size of one of my thighs.”

You look down at his muscular thighs where your legs are resting and suck in a deep breath. When you look back up Bradley’s showing you a post on his instagram where he’s awkwardly stood next to two beautiful girls clearly dressed in some type of festival outfits and clearly not friends with him. Bradley’s laughing so loudly you consider your neighbours complaining.

You pout at him, holding in your own laugh, “Don’t be mean! He’s kind of cute in his own right?”

“Sugar, how do you expect me to believe that when you don’t even believe it yourself?”

You hum at his explanation.

“Besides, I think I have a good grasp on what your type is.”

You raise you eyebrows at his statement, “Really? Enlighten me.”

Bradley quirks his upper lip, “Well first off you like big tall guys, maybe some would even describe them as hunky.”

You giggle as he continues.

“Brown hair, brown eyes, huge dick, killer moustache and absolutely hilarious. Am I missing anything?” He peers down at you, teasing smile on his face.

“What was that middle one again?” You cock your head to the side in faux innocence.

“Killer moustache?”

“Nope.”

“Brown eyes?”

“Not quite.”

“Ohhhh, huge dick?”

You giggle, “Yeah that was the one, I was wondering why you think that’s part of my specific type?”

Bradley grins, “Well, you seem to like every thing else about me.”

Your stomach burns with desire at his confidence and you have to quickly compose yourself to answer.

“Well since we don’t have any proof, I’m not sure I can hold you to that, handsome.”

You move your legs from his lap and tuck them under yourself, moving your front towards him until your breasts are pressed up against his bicep, lips hovering over his ear.

“Unless you’re willing to provide some?”

You meet Bradley’s lust filled gaze and he groans,

“Fuck.”

His lips are on yours in an instant, his strong hands threading through the hair at the back of your head. Bradley revels in the feeling of your soft lips against his, the taste of alcohol mixing between your mouths. You’re moaning into his mouth as his tongue licks into yours. His hand leaves the back of your head in favour of gripping at your waist and pulling you over onto his lap. Bradley’s thighs are firm beneath you, as you roll your crotch down into his you get evidence of his claim and whimper into his kiss. He pulls back to smile smugly at you,

“You okay there, gorgeous?”

His cocky tone only proves as fuel for the slick accumulating between your thighs and you whine as you grind down onto his hard cock, straining against his dark jeans.

“I’d be better if you fucked me.” You whimper out.

Bradley chuckles, playing with the hem of your dress,

“Is that what you want, sugar?”

You aid him in pulling of your dress, once it’s flung on the floor you speak up,

“Right now? More than anything.”

Bradley is biting his lip, eyes trained on your breasts as he reaches out to grab at them.

“Shit I can’t blame that guy, you’ve got great tits.”

Your roll your eyes at him and prepare a quip, but all thought are wiped from your mind as he reaches down and swipes his tongue across your pebbled nipple. Instead, you moan out his name breathily with another roll of your hips.

“Bradley, please.”

He pulls back and looks up at you, “What do you need, sugar?”

“You, Bradley.” You whine, nimble fingers already unbuttoning his shirt.

Once you’ve finished with his shirt, you help him slide it from his shoulders and where it sits tight around his biceps. As you suspected, he’s just as muscular under his shirt. You reach down to suck at the skin of his chest, marking his pecs.

“You’ve got great tits too, Brad.”

He grants you with a laugh which turns into a moan as your small hands begin to palm at his cock. Your touch is momentarily stopped as you help him remove his jeans and boxers. You’re sat before him staring with your mouth slightly agape at his sheer size.

“Jesus,” You murmur, hand reaching out to stroke him slowly.

Bradley wants to gloat but your touch feels so good that he doesn’t want to risk you leaving him high and dry. He watches in awe as you reach forward to spit on the tip of his cock, using your saliva as lubricant as you speed up your strokes. Once you begin to lightly circle his tip with your tongue he pulls you back up with a whimper,

“Sugar, if you carry on i’m going to cum.”

You smile coyly, “Isn’t that the whole point?”

Bradley reaches a hand down to pull at your lacy underwear. Once he’s removed it he cups your pussy, the feeling of his large, warm hand making you shiver in excitement.

“I was kind of hoping to be inside of you before doing that.”

You grind down into his hand as he speaks, finger tips grazing at your clit deliciously.

“Well don’t let me ruin your plans.”

Bradley’s eyes roll back slightly at your words and he pulls away his hand to lick at the juices you left. He hums down at you,

“Delicious.”

You whine and turn your back to him, lying into the couch and arching your back up so that your ass is pressing against his hard cock. You wiggle your ass back against him and feel some of his precum seep out onto you.

“You gonna fuck me now?” You simper at him, turning your head slightly and giving him your best doe eyes.

He reaches a hand out to stroke at your flushed cheek, “How could I say no to this pretty face?”

You keen under his praise and squeal as you feel him guiding his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness onto himself. Bradley groans at the feeling as he begins to push into your hole, the way your velvety walls are squeezing him is almost addictive.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he finally bottoms out after what feels like hours of him pushing his considerate length in. You feel so fucking full with him pushed all the way into you.

“You good, gorgeous?” Bradley asks, care in his voice evident.

You moan and push back against him, “Shit yeah, you feel so good, so deep.”

Bradley feels a whine catch in his throat at your words and tentatively thrusts into you. When he’s met with a high pitched moan he takes that as a sign to start moving.

Bradley’s thrusts are deep, making you whimper with each one. Managing to make you feel even more full than before. He has both hands placed at your waist, strong grip almost intoxicating.

The sound of slapping skin and your combined moans fill up the space of your apartment as Bradley keeps up his pace. You’re beginning to drool slightly onto your couch as Bradley lifts your body up so that your back is pressed against his chest. His strength is so attractive to you that you can’t help but let a strangled moan fall from your mouth. He smirks at the sound and reaches one of his hands on your waist down to toy with your clit. The action makes your jolt as your pleasure suddenly intensifies. You turn your head and whimper into his neck,

“Fuck, Brad please.”

Bradley’s starting to think your moans are the best thing he’s ever heard. He only increases his ministrations, spurred on by your whimpers, close to making the sound himself as your walls clench around him. Bradley increases the pace of his thrusts quickly, determined to push you over the edge. It’s working faster than you would have liked and you would have felt embarrassed was it not for the way he also increases the pressure on your clit, making you twitch and squeak out, “Bradley! Oh my God!”

You can feel him chuckle breathlessly into your shoulder, his breath on your hot skin making the coil growing in your stomach tight. With one last quick thrust the coil snaps and you’re moaning unabashedly as you spasm on his cock. Your moans are music to Bradley’s ears and the feeling of your pulsing walls pushes Bradley to his precipice.

He pulls out quickly and flips you over so he can look at your gorgeous blissed out face as he cums. It spurts out in thick ropes onto your belly and Bradley groans deeply at the sight, growling as you reach down with a few fingers to swirl it around and lift it back up to your lips.

He’s still heaving whilst looking down at you. The sight of his sweaty chest dropping up and down enough to make you squeeze your legs as another flood of arousal leaks from you. He catches sight of the action and smirks, but chooses not to taunt you any further.

He finally speaks up, “Was that good enough proof for you gorgeous?”

You giggle up at him, hair splayed around your head, reminding Bradley of and angel.

“Maybe I need some more?”

You widen your legs for him to look down at your pussy, arousal dripping from you. He whines albeit somewhat pathetically.

“Yeah I think so too.”

When Bradley wakes in the morning, his arm is draped around your naked waist. He smiles down at the sight and picks up his phone to text Phoenix a quick thanks for sending him on that date.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: sorry guys i’m on my big dick bradley agenda rn !!!

i love this so i hope everyone else does too HAHEJA

also apologies for the filth i literally cant help myself

pls comment, reblog or send me an ask and tell me what u think !!!

thank u for reading :))

- honey <333

#top gun fanfiction #top gun movie #top gun smut #top gun rooster #top gun phoenix #top gun imagine #bradley bradhsaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #rooster x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x you smut #bradley bradshaw x reader smut #rooster x reader smut #rooster x you smut #miles teller #top gun bob

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

Feel me up: part 2

Bradley bradshaw x afab!Stripper reader.

Summary: Bradley hasn’t seen you in weeks and starts to worry, things only get worse when you call him.

Word count: 3.6k+

Warnings: drug usage, prostitution, abuse and violence, mentions of blood and guns. Vague mention of a suicide. Smut, handjob and unprotected p in v sex with mentions of tied tubes, minors absolutely do not interact 18+ only please read the warning. Dead dove do not eat

Taglist: @lovelybucky1 @discoseal @marchingicenotes7 @cyrene-world @rafemcameron1 @itmejado @harper1666 @hangmandruigandmav @uwiuwi @iluvweasleys @trippingforyou

Previous part | Series Masterlist

Also can be read on Ao3

Your whole body felt light as you stared up at the ceiling, that familiar fuzzy and warm feeling engulfing you as you took another hit from the blunt. The man next to you could barely move on the uncomfortable bed, which you were happy about. You felt good, but your bones ached, and you were so sore. Sore from the many hours that Jason had scheduled you after the incident that happened three weeks ago. You smiled, thinking about his silly mustache, his little whimpers that left his mouth.

“Bradley,” you said breathlessly, your cheeks warm as your hands went further down your body. The man next to you did nothing, and he didn't even touch you or move. You softly hummed as you heard your phone vibrate as you heard doorsteps outside the door.

***

Bradley hadn't seen you in weeks, not since you both got breakfast not long after he got kicked out. You told him it's probably not the best idea for him to show his face. You both texted and called when you had the time. He finally got your name and stage name.

Stardust

It had a nice ring to it. He smiled, taking another sip of his beer at the hard deck. You told him you were forced to work overtime. Bradley felt awful for that, but you assure him sometimes it's part of the business. He frowned slightly and looked at his phone, you hadn't texted him in over a week, and he was getting nervous.

“You doin' alright?”

He waited for a reply, and when it was over twenty minutes, he decided to play pool with others.

“She ghosting you, Roo?” Natasha asked, rubbing chalk at the end of her pool stick. He shook his head, Brakdey didn't know, but he felt it was something else.

“Think works just getting rough” He shrugged, not letting his nerves show. He never really told them what you did for a living or the scummy practices the club you worked at seemed to have.

“Yeah, the club used to have a secret prostitution ring. My boss stopped it when the word got around. Made one of the girls take the blame.”

Bradley cringed at you while you told him every detail. What some of those men did to you made his blood boil. You only said you weren't a part of that stuff anymore since you were one of the senior dancers. You were, however, one of the famous dancers, and many of said gross men wanted a night with you. They had to pay a pretty penny, though; many rich men were addicted to drugs and prone to violence. He can remember you trying to hide your cheek once when you had to take a few off after passing out during a shift. You were having breakfast, yet he could see the tired look in your eyes and sluggish movements. Bradley saw the bruise on your cheek and immediately clenched his fists and asked you who did it. You gently held his hand and told him you were giving a lap dance, and a guy got a bit impatient, was all. You sounded so calm saying that.

“Does that happen a lot?” Bradley had asked you softly. You only looked at the floor.

“How about we finish breakfast,” you said softly, and that was the end of the conversation.

“Hey, Rooster, your phone is ringing!” Bob yelled, making Braldye tear away from his thoughts. He grabbed his phone from the corner of the pool table. Bradley’s heart sank when he saw that you were calling him. However, Bradley tried to remain optimistic.

“Hey, everything okay?” He asked quietly. Pheonix, Bob, and payback were staring at him now. Bradley only heard the sounds of sniffling and sirens.

“Can you come and pick me up?” You asked so gently as Bradley heard the sounds of an angry man behind you. Bradley's heart squeezed, and he saw the trio look at him, grimacing at Bradley's expression switched from worry to anger.

“Yeah, where are you?” Bradley asked, gripping the fabric of his jeans tightly.

“The police station...”

***

You were shaking as Jason yelled at some of the officers. You could see the blood coating your white dress. Every part of you was sober now, but you half hoped you weren't. Cheryl patted your shoulder and rubbed your back. Finally, they were done questioning you.

“It'll be okay. Just try and Breathe,” Cheryl said, trying to soothe you. Your hands still shook as you attempted to unclench your jaw. Cheryl handed you a bag, “how about you go get changed” You nodded and took the bag so robotically. You walked into the police station's bathroom and quickly changed. You could see some blood still slightly smeared on your face. Cheryl had let you borrow one of her red dresses. You didn't like the color red anymore, not after what happened. You heard screaming before the door unlocked, followed by a gunshot. You shot up and saw a bullet hole through the man's skull which had been sleeping next to you. You covered your mouth, wanting to vomit, immediately sobering up. You looked to the door only to find one of the younger girls, Candy, holding a gun. Her dress was a pastel pink with splotches of blood on them. You shakily raised your hands in the air.

“I can't do this anymore,” Candy cried, her finger resting shakily on the trigger. Her blonde hair was messy now, her makeup ruined by her crying. You got up slowly and walked towards her.

“It's okay...I won't tell anyone, just put the gun down, please” Your voice shook as you tried to grab her hand gently. She moved away from you.

“We know how this ends, stardust. This won't change anything,” she raised the gun, “Jason will just pay off the police and keep things on the down low again” You tried to play your cards carefully and descale the situation.

“I'm tired, so tired,” she lowered the gun again, tears streaming more harshly down her face, “I'm tired of getting hit; I'm tired of being used” you understood her plight. You were tired, too, tired of all of this. You wanted to be free, yet Jason always knew how to keep you under his thumb.

“I understand, but doing this won't help...” You looked pleadingly into her eyes; her hands shook again.

“Then what am I supposed to do?” she cried, looking down at your dress, blood splatter on it, “and now I've gotten you involved...can you do me a favor, stardust?” You all just used your stage names, which was like a second name to you.

“What is it, candy?” You gently squeezed her hand as she looked you in the eye again.

“Get out of this place...if one of us can find a way out, then maybe we have some hope” You nodded, and she smiled; your following words became a blur as the gun went off again.

You jumped, hearing a knock on the door; you washed your face before opening it. Cheryl gave a sad smile.

“Your guy is here,” she said, pointing behind her. You stepped out slowly as Bradley looked at you. Cheryl pushed you ahead of her, “take care of her, please, at least while Jason is here” Bradley nodded as he took you by the hand.

“I will, don't worry,” He whispered, his thumb rubbing small circles along the back of your hand. You felt more at ease as his big hand gently held yours as he guided you to the door.

“Where the hell is she going!” Jason yelled as many officers were detaining him, “she only leaves when I leave! All my girls only leave when I leave” Bradley glared at him as you just hid in his chest. Cheryl bit her lip before taking a deep breath and looking away from him.

“Don’t listen to him; get out of here,” she whispered. You could barely speak, only nod at her.

“You can leave too,” you reminded her. She smiled again before playing with your hair for a second.

“You’ve got someone who can take care of you; many of us don’t have that,” she delicately placed a cute cherry hair clip in your hair, “I’ll be okay, we’ll all be okay, don’t worry too much about us” you wanted to cry, but you knew Jason would use that against you. You were finally outside, the cool California air hitting your skin. For once in your life, you finally felt genuinely free of only for a moment, the sun had gone down. Bradley put a hand on your shoulder, a sad look on his face.

“They didn’t tell me much, but you-“ you hugged him tightly before he could finish his sentence. Your face nuzzled deep into his chest.

“So much…blood on the wall” was all you could say, your knees weak thinking about it. Bradley rubbed your back gently. He looked at your white dress that was soaked in blood, and he winced.

“Was it your blood?” he asked gently. You responded by shaking your head. You gripped his Hawaiian shirt tighter.

“One of the other girls,” your voice shook remembering it, “she snapped, killed about three of the guys there and then-“ Bradley couldn’t stomach this right now, and he didn’t want you dwelling on it too much.

“How about I take you back to my place, yet you cleaned up properly” he gave you a nervous smile. Your legs were refusing to move, shock still flooding your system.

“Can't move,” you mumbled. Bradley understood and scooped you into his arms, walking towards his old bronco. He managed to open the passenger door, placing you into the seat. He closed the door as your head rested gently against the window. A song was playing from an old CD track.

All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)

And the sky is gray (and the sky is gray)

I've been for a walk (I've been for a walk)

On a winter's day (on a winter's day)

If I didn't tell her (if I didn't tell her)

I could leave today (I could leave today)

You smiled. It was the beach boys' version. Back home, your dad would always put it on in that old barn when he would wash the horse. You hadn't seen a horse in many years, which made you laugh. Bradley touched your thigh. Thinking shock was what made you laugh. You only hummed along to the song as he drove to the tiny little bungalow he owned. He parked and got out. Your eyes focused on the night sky. The twinkling stars distract you as Bradley puts you back into his arms. You liked being in his arms. They were big warm and strong, easy to melt into. He opened the door and placed you gently on his couch.

“You wanna have a proper shower?” He asked, squeezing your thigh so gently. You thought about it for a moment. You honestly just wanted to rest.

“Maybe tomorrow. I’m drained” you yawned and stretched. You saw as Bradley’s lip turned upwards, happy to see that tiny little spark return to your eyes.

“Alright, I don’t have a guest bedroom, but I can sleep on the “ he saw the look on your face. It was filled with worry, “something wrong?”

“I don’t think I wanna sleep alone tonight,” you sighed. Bradley only squeezed your thigh again.

“I understand” he smiled as he took off your heels before scooping you off the couch, leading you towards his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed as if you were fragile piece of glass, “you want to sleep in that? I can give you one of my shirts if you want”

“If it’s not too much to ask” you smiled nervously as he handed you one of his old T-shirts. You started to take off Cheryl’s dress, Bradley was startled for a moment as you changed nonchalantly in front of him. He covered his eyes like a little kid making you, “What? It’s alright I’m used to people staring or jerking off while I undress, or even feel me up” you laughed yet quickly realized Bradley wasn’t like the other girls at the club, he wasn’t used to your jokes about it, they mostly happened as a way to cope.

“Did you want me to look?” He asked softly. A sudden pang hit you, barely anyone asked what you liked or wanted anymore. You only shrugged, unsure of what you wanted exactly, he was being sweet and making sure you were comfortable. He still averted his gaze as you slipped the cherry red dress off and put the T-shirt he gave you on. It was big on you making you giggle and looking back at Bradley.

“You can look now” you said tapping Bradley’s shoulder. His eyes slowly opened, they were a pretty shade of brown. His face flushed slightly looking at you in his shirt, “I’m gonna guess you Navy boys probably don’t have Pot just laying around?”

“No I don’t, haven’t had any since I was in college anyways” He sat next you on the bed, his hands nervous, “would definitely get discharged if I did” You shrugged again laying down, humming against how soft his sheets were.

“It’s fine, just been taking a big hit to help sleep at night, just to help ease the nerves” Bradley frowned at that, he didn’t want you to feel unsafe while you were in his bungalow and in general. He slowly turned over to face you, his hands were still at his sides.

“You can touch me” you chuckled yet he still didn’t budge, he wanted to touch you, not because you were used to it but because you actually wanted it. You gave him a puzzled look before gently stroking his cheek, finally noticing the scars that ran across it. His heart began to race, he could hear it through his own ears, “is it alright if I touch you?”

“Yeah” his voice was raspy as you ran your thumb along his cheek, he noticed the small bruises along your arms, things were to hectic before for him to notice, “did they do that to you?” His voice was soft and sweet, you hummed and closed your eyes.

“Yeah…they did” Bradley clenched his fists, his blood was boiling. You never gave specifics to what happened during those sessions.

“I’m not letting you go back” You froze, you truly didn’t want to go back there but it’s not like you had much of a place to go. You didn’t respond, only stroking his cheek.

“How’d you get these scars?” You whispered, your thumb running along the longest scar.

“Flying accident, happened when I was still training” he hummed at the feeling of your soft fingers gently caressing his skin. While he did really like this, he preferred if you got some rest, “you should get some rest” he said bringing your hand back away from his face. You frowned but nodded. You flipped over to the other side, slowly curling up.

Night pornstar” you said in a hushed tone. Bradley grinned, reaching over to turn the lamp at the side of his bed off. He kissed your shoulder gently, a small grin slowly coming from your lips.

“Goodnight” he said before slowly closing his eyes, sleep slowly enveloping him.

***

Bradley didn’t get much sleep. Heard you tossing and turning, even whimpering in your sleep, he pulled you close and told you he was right here. That eased you back to sleep as you felt one of his arms drape across your waist. What you weren’t expecting was feeling something hard pressing against the curve of your ass. You tried your best not to laugh and wake Bradley up. You rolled over, Bradley’s eyes still shut, snoring slightly. He was warm, it felt good. You waited awhile for Bradley to wake up. the sun hit his face making his face scrunch before slowly opening his eyes.

“Morning” you whispered, nuzzling into his chest. He smiled before letting out a hiss, his own hardness finally hitting him.

“Shit, didn’t mean for that to happen” his voice was low and raspy from waking up. You only giggled as he seemed to try and move his hips away from you.

“It’s alright, it happens sometimes” you tried to make him feel less embarrassed yet he still groaned. He rolled over onto his back. You say up and looked at him, his curly hair messy slightly. He rubbed his eyes, checking under the sheets to see how bad it was. Bradley groaned and sank into the bed again, you lips quirked upward.

“Looks like you’ve got a case of morning wood” you teased with a laugh.

“Don’t remind me” he said with a yawn, rubbing his eyes again.

“Well that must be painful you poor thing” you said with a fake pout. You quickly straddled him, making a chuckle bubble from his throat. His voice was still low and deep from waking up, “You want me to cure your morning wood, Pornstar?” You teasingly rolled your hips, making him groan. You placed your hands over his pecs, gently caressing the scarred side of his face. His hands went to your hips. Now that his jeans weren't confining him, you could see how big he was. You licked your lips as he had the biggest grin on his face.

“Like what you see?” he raised an eyebrow at you as you giggled. You slowly reached towards his boxers.

“I do, but I think I need a closer look” you took his cock out from his boxers, the tip already red and leaking, “even got a dick of a pornstar,” you cooed before spitting in your hand and slowly pumping him. The soft groans escaping his mouth were music to your ears.

“Fuuuuuck” Bradley had his eyes closed shut, his fingers digging into your waist. Why you were doing this, you couldn’t say. Was it because you were needy? Or as a distraction to help ease what happened last night? You could care less, only longing to have him inside you. He could see you licking your lips just thinking about it.

“You want me to ride you, baby?” You leaned down and whispered in his ear. He only whimpered, making you clench around nothing.

“S’Please, Star,” He begged at you pleadingly. You hummed at him, already giving you a nickname. You couldn’t wait any longer, slowly pulling your panties to the side. Bradley gave you a worried look, but you assured him.

“Tubes are tied, honey, was a requirement” you never really liked to mention that Jason had found you young, dumb, and vulnerable. You weren't vulnerable with Bradley, though. You could tell. Bradley just looked at you through a lust-filled haze, his hands shaking as you slowly sank on him, “you're so big,” you whined, getting used to the stretch. He let out another whimper before moving his hips impatiently. Making your mouth fall open as he set the pace, Bradley had many curses fall from his lips as he felt you clench around him.

“Didn't make you cum last time, wanna make you cum” Bradley babbled as he thrust harshly inside you. You threw your head while you tried to meet this thrusts, you hadn’t had someone this big inside you in a very long time, most men Jason had you sleep with were average at best if you were lucky. You tried desperately to not think about the club, Jason, or poor Candy. Bradley was fooling a damn good job at that. Bradley’s Left hand slowly made its way from hips to your aching clit, he began to rub small circles with his thumb making you mewl. The way Bradley was touching and fucking you had you already close to the edge, he was focusing much more on you than himself which you weren’t used to.

“Gonna c-cum” you whined out as you fell forward onto Bradley’s chest. He was still thrusting into you. The two of you were panting, breath hot as you looked at his lips. You pressed your lips to his, kissing him roughly, his hand leaving your clit to your back, holding you in place. You moaned into his mouth, his thrusts becoming more quick and sloppy. Your vision went white as you came, your walls clenched around him so he didn’t last much longer and spilled inside of you. Your whole body collapsed against him, you breathed heavily and so did he. His fingers rubbed small fingers against your back.

“You good?” Bradley asked, kissing your cheek as his mustache tickled slightly.

“Yeah, I’m good” you sighed happily, Bradley was still inside you, his cheeks red. You happily laid against him, content as a post orgasm fog washed over you.

“Looks like you cured me of my morning wood” he chuckled again, his fingers delicately playing with your hair.

“Guess I did, it’s gonna cost you” you joked, your fingers running along his face again. You opened your eyes and looked at him as you pulled out of him, already missing the feel of him.

“What’s it gonna cost me?” He laughed as you brushed some his hair back. He liked having your body against him, it had been awhile since something like this happened.

“Don’t know yet, for right now I want cuddles” you closed your eyes and fully laid against his chest, his heartbeat making you him again. Bradley would gladly cuddle you all day, but he had to go to the base soon and he didn’t feel comfortable leaving you here all by yourself. He kissed your forehead.

“Don’t think I feel comfortable leaving you here while I’m at work” you frowned, you didn’t want him to leave you, “but I think I got a place, you ever work as a bartender before?”

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #top gun smut #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradsaw x reader #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #Bradley bradshaw x you #Bradley bradhsaw x female!reader #feel me up

[lovelybucky1]

C & Q for Bradley please?

request NSFW headcanons here!

warnings: gender neutral reader, unprotected sex, cum play, breeding kink, semi-public sex

masterlist

C- Cum

bradley bradshaw loves to cum inside. if he had the choice, he’d cum in you every time you had sex. he loves to fill you up, to feel your tight, hot body milking every last drop out of him.

the first time you let him fuck you without a condom, he lasted about thirty seconds, but he made up for it by cleaning up his mess with his tongue until he was ready to go again.

rooster dabbles in some cum play. he likes to keep you full after he cums, preventing it from leaking out. he’ll cover your hole with his hand, push his fingers inside, or maybe put a toy in you.

on a few occasions, he’s filled you up before going out for the night and put a toy in you to keep his cum inside, acting as a reminder of who you belong to.

along with rooster’s love for cumming inside you is a breeding kink. weather it’s possible or not, he loves the idea of filling you up and claiming you in the realest sense.

if you were having sex and you told him to put a baby in you, you’d be in for the best fuck of your life. he’d go deep and hard, making sure you feel every stroke. he’d be possessive and you’d certainly have some kind of reminder of him in the morning (besides the baby he put in you).

Q- Quickie

if there’s one thing to know about rooster, it’s that he’s a needy boy. if you’re together, you’re the only one he wants. you’re always on his mind, he’s always thinking about you in some capacity, and being the horny young man he is, it’s often times not family friendly.

rooster tends to get lost in his thoughts, especially when he doesn’t have a distraction. he will work himself up with fantasies of you until he’s achingly hard and desperately needing you.

more often than not if you’re in public, rooster will ask you for a quickie because he indulged himself too much. weather you agree or not is a different story.

sometimes you’ll give him what he wants. you’ll have him follow you at a distance to the bathroom in the hard deck and you’ll let him fuck you or do whatever else he wants to get off.

other times, you’ll deny him a quickie, either because you can’t sneak away without getting caught, or sometimes just because you want to see him suffer. good boys know how to wait, after all, and rooster begging to fuck you in public isn’t exactly good behavior.

as a compromise, you’ll let rooster fuck you before going out to hopefully keep him content, but that often backfires because he spends the rest of the night thinking about how good you felt and sounded, and how much he wishes he could have you again that instant.

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #rooster #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradhsaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun smut #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic

[angelmavmurdock]

Lock & Key: Part Three

WARNINGS: ANGST, their backstory and some emotions. 

-

The next morning, you and your Dad got ready and biked out to base like you had the previous day. Your Dad didn't tell you what you'd be doing today so you were excited for what lay ahead. Last night after the bar, you tried to pry the thoughts of Rooster out of your head. But that was a task that seemed impossible.

He had really grown up since you last saw his relatively scrawny body in high school. You hadn't seen much behind the flight suit or the polo shirts but you definitely noticed his larger arms and thighs last night. He was always tall. He grew to 6 feet when you were quite young but apart from his height, he seemed to be a late bloomer.

The last night the two of you shared together was after prom, when he decided not to take you and to take one of the gorgeous girls in his gym class, despite him knowing that you were leaving the next day. So, you had to go to prom alone (because your Dad forced you to go), and you sat and watched Bradley dance with Jessica or Jane or whatever her name was, as you wallowed in a corner.

Eventually, you had enough and ran out the school doors as fast as you could, the bottom of your pale pink dress dragging on the dirty concrete. You remember standing outside in the cool air, wrapping your arms around yourself and just crying. All you wanted was to spend a night with him. With Brad. Your supposed best friend. And he was so pissed at you leaving, he took another girl to prom.

But, he ran out after you, and saw you sitting on a bench, hiding from the summer rain that was pouring down a few feet away from you. You had your arms squeezed tightly around you and your head was leaned back against the brick wall, breathing in and out.

All he remembers about that moment was how gorgeous you looked and how much he missed you. He had never revealed his feelings to you because he didn't want to complicate things. Your Dad had a 'no pilots' rule and you and Bradley had wanted to follow in your fathers' footsteps from the moment you both saw a fighter jet. But he couldn't hold his feelings back. Not when you were moving London and your Dad was moving to Nevada. He had to tell you.

He walked up to you tentatively, his footsteps light and unsure of how to approach you. You opened your eyes and looked to your left, seeing Bradley walking slowly towards you as if he was scared. You sniffled and wiped your nose, clearing your throat before you spoke.

"If you're going to sit and tell me about how great she is at dancing then I don't want to hear it, Brad." You told him, your voice shaky from crying.

He shook his head, his eyebrows scrunching together in regret as he moved towards you and sat at the opposite end of the bench. Great. More distance.

"I'm not. And you know how good you are at dancing." He tried to joke.

You didn't laugh or smile. You just glared at him with black eyes.

"If I was such a great dancer then why did you ditch me to go with her?" You asked, feeling another wave of sobs rising in your throat.

He stuttered, unsure of what to say. You just scoffed and leaned forward to rest your elbows on your knees. You wiped your eyes and stood up, looking down at him.

"You always told me you'd take me to prom. And listen, I get that it's shit that I'm moving, but London is my dream and I'm not going to let the opportunity slip through my fingers, Brad." You raised your voice, trying to balance out the shakiness with volume.

"Why couldn't you have stayed here with me?" He asked you, looking up into your eyes with a certain hopefulness.

You wiped away the new stream of tears from your cheeks, "I never wanted to be here while Dad was here, and you know it. You know how many people already tell me I'm where I am just because of Dad and his connections? I want a clean slate."

He hung his head and tapped his foot in annoyance. You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from letting out any more pathetic sobs. Bradley fiddled with his fingers, trying to figure out something to say.

But he stayed silent for a while.

You scoffed, interrupting the silence.

"You know what, I'm done. I'm going home. I'll let you know when I'm off the plane tomorrow."

You turned on your painful heels and started walking away, around to the side of the school where you'd have to eventually make a run for it in the rain to get to your bike.

"y/n, stop. y/n!" You heard him call after you as you walked as fast as you could from him.

You turned the corner and you could see your bike through the rain and the dim streetlights. Once you got out of sight from Bradley, you leaned against the wall, listening to the rain and the muffled sound of Britney Spears from inside. You took deep breaths and tried to gain the courage to step out and into the rain.

"y/n."

The voice behind you boomed like thunder, causing your heart to drop. You didn't want to hear what he had to say, you just wanted to leave and go home. You just wanted to go home.

You didn't even look behind you as you started running to your bike, soaked to the bone in about 2 seconds of being in the rain.

"y/n! What the hell are you doing?!" Brad shouted after you.

"I'm going home, Bradley. That's what I'm doing!" You replied as you ran, nearly slipping in your heels at one point.

You heard splashes of footsteps behind you and you cursed to yourself, knowing you'd never outrun him. So you stopped and spun abruptly round to meet him face-to-face.

"What?" You spat.

He was now standing with you in the rain. His hair was black now, and dripping onto his face and down his neck. His white shirt had begun to go see through and his black jacket looked heavier and heavier on his broad shoulders. The dim lights of the street and the vague moonlight hit his face, highlighting his cheekbones and the few scars that peppered his skin.

"I think I'm in love with you." He blurted out, raising his voice over the noise of the rain.

His confession hit you unexpectedly, knocking the wind out of you, causing you to only reply with, "What?"

He nodded, "I think I've been in love with you forever. And I just never told you because I didn't want to ruin us and what we have. But you're leaving and I can't stop you, but what I can do, is tell you the truth."

You stared into his dark eyes, his long eyelashes bunching up into separated clumps with the water. He was telling you something you've been waiting to hear for your whole life. But it was so late. Why was he only telling you now? You couldn't tell if you were overjoyed or pissed off.

"Brad, I don't know...I can't..." You stumbled over your words, seemingly unable to form a cohesive thought.

"I'm leaving tomorrow! What do you want from me?" You managed to say.

He looked dumbfounded at your question.

"I want...I want you."

Your mouth hung open at his reply. He wiped a hand over his face and groaned.

"That's all I've ever wanted my entire life, y/n. All I've wanted is you. And I know how shit this timing is but I couldn't have told you any other day-"

"Yes you could have! Brad, I've loved you since you gave me your stupid cowboy hat in pre-school. You could have told me yesterday, or five years ago, or 16 years ago and I would have said I love you, too. Because I do! But...but now it's too late..."

His heart stopped in that moment. The fleeting moment of joy rushed through and past him and then he was hit with absolute dread.

He wasn't going to let you go that easy.

"No it's not." He said, shaking his head and placing his hands on his hips.

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, "Yes it is, Brad."

He kept shaking his head, "No it's not."

You scoffed, "Brad-"

He lunged forward before you could get another word in. One of his hands clasped the back of your neck, the other reaching around your waist. Your lips crashed into each other's, your hands instinctively going to his face. You both stumbled back for a second before you gained control and balance. You couldn't even register what was happening until you started moving your lips against his, tasting him for the first time after yearning for it for so long.

The rain poured down on you, and Brad moved both of his hands to your waist, pulling you in even closer to his soaked chest. One hand cradled your back, his fingers dipping into the crook of your spine. His tongue licked into your mouth and that's when the realisation hit.

You slid your hands to his shoulders and pushed him back from you. He hardly moved but he had to regain his balance. Confused, he looked at you as your fingers ghosted over your lips.

"Did I...should I have...fuck, y/n, I'm sorry." He apologised, running his hands into his hair.

You looked shocked. And you were. You weren't about to tell him that was your first kiss. It's not that you didn't want to kiss him, because you had practically waited your entire life to kiss him. It was just all happening so fast.

"y/n, just forget about it. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

And he was apologising. Clearly he regretted it. Now you felt shit because he was just caught up in the moment. Did he feel bad for you? Is that what it is? He was going to miss you so he just threw in a kiss in hopes of getting something. Fuck him.

"I'm going home, Bradley." You said quietly.

You turned away and walked to your bike. He ran his hands through his hair again and cursed.

"I've got the car, I'll drive you. It's pouring with rain and it's at least a 15 minute ride. Come on, it'll be quicker and drier if I drive you."

"You've been drinking, Brad." You said, trying to remember where you put your keys.

"And you haven't?" He retorted.

You paused.

A dry, warm car ride did sound more ideal than a depressing bike ride back. You sighed and debated your choices before turning around.

"You can drive me."

You both ran to his car and you got in the passenger side, slamming the door shut. Bradley got in after you and put the key in the ignition, starting up the crappy engine. He turned the heat up all the way and you both put your seatbelts on before he drove out of the car park.

The car ride was silent. Only the lashings of the rain hitting the car window and the sound of the windshield wipers screeching back and forth filled the quiet. Brad's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel. Clearly he had some sort of song in his head or maybe he was just trying to distract himself.

You twiddled your thumbs and looked down at your ruined dress for the whole car ride. You pulled the bobble out of your hair and any pins and clips you had in there so your hair could fall down naturally. You sighed, massaging your sore scalp before looking in the passenger wing mirror. Your hair was drenched and returning to it's natural form.

After an agonising fifteen minutes, Bradley pulled up outside your house, turning the engine off and sitting with you in more silence.

You shifted in your seat, getting ready to leave but he jumped in.

"I'm sorry about the kiss." He said, gulping nervously.

You finally managed to look at him and his stupid puppy dog eyes.

"Why? Was it that bad?" You replied.

He stuttered over his words, unsure if he should take a sarcastic route or a serious one.

"N-no, it wasn't bad at all-"

"Relax. I'm kidding." You exhaled.

He hummed in defeat and nodded.

"I've been waiting for that kiss since like 1st grade." You said softly, looking down at your lap with a fond smile on your face.

Brad shifted in his seat.

"R-really?" He cleared his throat.

You nodded, looking up and ahead out the window, unclipping your seatbelt.

"I've always wanted you to be my first kiss."

You looked at him. And he looked at you. His eyes burned into your soul. Something about his deep brown gaze tore into every part of you.

"That was your first kiss?" He asked quietly in disbelief.

You smiled, "Yeah. And I'm glad it was you."

You waited for something to happen. And then it didn't. Your words disappeared into the air and nothing was done about it. You chewed the inside of your lip, knowing that this was it.

Your hand reached for the door handle but you stopped when you felt his hand lay over your lower thigh. Your skin burned, heat rushing from your thighs to your core, your breath escaping your lungs in shock.

"Can I be your second, too?" He asked lowly.

-

The night ended with you losing your virginity to him in his car and the agonising goodbye that came swiftly after it. When you tell people you two didn't leave on the best terms...it was the truth. Because the goodbye was so painful, neither of you knew how to deal with it correctly. So it ended up with Bradley begging you to stay, and you begging him to come with you. But you were both too ambitious to let your education slip away. So, you left. And you hadn't heard from him since...now.

When you got to base, you slipped off your bike and tucked your helmet away, your Dad doing the same. You both walked inside together, chatting about how last night went. You had told him you and Rooster had a short discussion that ended with him paying your round. Dad was very amused by that.

You parted ways as you made your way to the locker room to get changed into your flight suit.

You and Phoenix got ready and walked out onto the tarmac together, greeting the rest of your team.

"How hungover is everyone?" Hangman asked as you two joined the circle.

There were mixed answers amongst the group, but generally everyone felt okay. Pilots always had limits with drinking if you were flying the next day.

"Let's all say a huge thank you to Locket for tattling on Rooster." Phoenix added, comically bowing to you.

You laughed, "Don't thank me, thank the guy that disrespected not only a female, but a female pilot."

Rooster smirked and nodded, taking his defeat. You both shared a look before averting your eyes to Cayote.

"What do you think mad man has in store for us, today?" He asked the group.

You snickered at the nickname. He wasn't far off.

"I don't know. He is crazy, though. I've never experienced an instructor do anything like he did with us yesterday." Fanboy said.

"How is he not fired yet, is my question." Payback commented.

"He's a legend." Bob added.

You were biting your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling. You didn't know why it was so funny being in a group of pilots that didn't know who your dad was to you. You hadn't experienced that since London.

"You don't like him?" Hangman asked you.

The group went silent. You swallowed and looked at him in confusion.

"Why would you say that?"

He shrugged, looking around the group, "You don't say much about him."

"Just because I don't voice my opinion of him doesn't mean I don't have one." You retorted.

Hangman hummed, "Just weird you've literally said nothing about Mav any time we talked about him."

You kept direct eye contact with him, not letting him catch you in the act.

"Sometimes it's better to keep quiet, Bagman. Maybe you should try it some time."

Everyone smirked around you, attempting not to laugh. Hangman stared you down and nodded, appreciating but not necessarily enjoying the words that came out of your mouth.

"Good morning, aviators." Your Dads voice echoed from behind you.

-

You were briefed on the training mission ahead. You and your fellow pilots were doing a simulation of the mission you were training for. The GPS had all the information on it and the planes were ready to go.

Max ceiling was 300 feet and the time to target was only 3 minutes. Your Dad wished you good luck and sent half of you on your way. Rooster was chosen as team leader for the first group. You were his wingman and Bob was your backseater.

You and Rooster looked at each other with a sense of dread that you were put together. You'd rather be Hangman's wingman at this point. You looked to your Dad and he nodded, giving you the 'it's now or never' look. You and Rooster didn't say two words to each other until you were in the jet.

The flight started out good, the g-force was a strain but you and Rooster were doing fine so far.

"Increase speed, we're 20 seconds behind schedule." Bob informed you.

"Rooster, increase speed now." You repeated, grunting as you turned a sharp corner.

"Negative, speed is good. Stay on track." Rooster replied.

You cut another corner with a grunt.

"Locket, if we don't increase speed now we'll not make it." Bob reiterated.

You sighed, "Rooster, we are not gonna make it! Increase speed!" You raised your voice.

"Just trust me! Maintain your speed, we can make it."

The rest of the group were listening to your comms on standby. Everyone was silent, listening in with their gear on. Hangman was throwing a ball up and down in his hand and Phoenix was listening in carefully while Cayote and Payback sat looking out the window.

Hangman shook his head, already aggravating Phoenix.

"He's too slow."

"He's trying to get to the target, Hangman." Phoenix spat.

"It doesn't matter. He's dead if he doesn't get there on time."

"Yeah and he's dead if he crashes and burns." She retorted.

Hangman turned to Phoenix sharply, "Do you not think it's weird? Rooster and Locket's relationship?"

"No. Shut up and listen."

"Rooster, we're 30 seconds behind schedule!" You shouted through your comms at him.

"We'll get there, Locket!"

"Behind schedule! We're dead if we're late."

"We'll get there. Do not increase speed."

The group heard you grunt in frustration. Hangman smirked at Phoenix and she rolled her eyes.

"They don't get along, it's not anything more." Phoenix defended.

He shook his head, "I can tell there's something else going on."

"Rooster, I swear to God if you make us fail this-"

"I've got it, Mitchell! Stay on track, we are not increasing speed!"

"Mitchell?" Hangman repeated, looking to Cayote and Payback who's ears perked up at the name.

"As in Pete Mitchell?" Payback questioned.

Hangman stood up and walked to the wall across from them with an array of photos from different graduating years at Top Gun.

He spotted Maverick first. And then noticed Goose behind him.

"Guys, come look at this." He waved his hand.

Cayote and Payback walked over to the picture Hangman pointed to.

"Oh shit." They said in union.

"What?" Phoenix piped up from behind them, giving up with the comms.

She walked to the group of guys, holding her tactical vest and looking down at the picture. Hangman pointed to the photo and then the names of everyone.

"Lieutenant Pete Maverick Mitchell. And Nick fucking Bradshaw. Goose." Hangman spelled it out.

"Locket wasn't lying when she said their Dad's used to fly together. Her Dad is Maverick."

-

Taglist: 

Strikethrough = I couldn’t tag you :(

@mak-32 @anolddayslover @alana4610 @n3ssm0nique @daryldixonstorm @livychan @luckyladycreator2​ @justatiredhuman​ @wtferista​

#topgun #top gun #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradhsaw x reader #rooster #rooster x reader #rooster x y/n #smut #fluff #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster smut #tvseriessource #top gun series #maverick #maverickdaughter! #maverick daughter #romance #holy crap #cute #love #omg ah enjoy

[call-sign-jinx]

Endless Love Series Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

a/n - there will be more parts! just don't know how many yet so these are the only parts i'm going to note down, at the moment, on this post!

#top gun #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun imagines #top gun maverick #top gun rooster #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradhsaw smut #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw fluff #bradley rooster bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw x you

[call-sign-jinx]

Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 4

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

a/n - hey girliessssssss! sorry that this one is kinda short but what i'm gonna do is just try and post a chapter every day so that u didn't have to wait so long! hope thas okayyyyyy xx

I'm still in the hospital. Which is very convenient. Note the sarcasm. I can't do much all day except go on my phone which got very boring after a bit.

But my friends visit me every now and then. Mostly Mav, Phoenix or my mate, Thomas, who moved with me to San Diego so that I wouldn't be fully alone. But he can't really visit as much because he's an accountant and his boss has made him work a lot of overtime.

Phoenix was currently visiting and telling me all about how Hangman was being a massive dick and him and Rooster nearly got in a fight about Rooster's dad.

"Yeah, he lunged for him! If the guys didn't hold him back Hangman would be waltzing about with the biggest black eye." It made my brows furrows and lift my lip in confusion.

"How did that make him so mad? Like me and Rooster always argue but he's never gotten that angry..." I was really confused, what the fuck did Hangman even say?

"I wasn't really listening to what they were saying, me and Bob were talking, not paying attention because we thought it was a normal argument they have." Wow... Maybe I should talk to Rooster, as if he's going to tell me though, he hates me. Phoenix checked the time on her watch.

"Right, I've gotta go... Training... I'll come back when I'm off duty?" I nod as I bid Phoenix goodbye.

----------------------------------------

I've been on my phone for 4 hours since Phoenix left. I'm now addicted to Candy Crush, Subway Surfers and Episode. I'm in the middle of playing Subway Surfers when I heard a knock at the door. It was Dr. Hunterson. She's always been lovely to me.

"Hi Y/N, there's someone here to see you?" She said it as a question, basically asking me if I wanted to see them or not.

"Send them in, anything to cure this boredom." I chuckle out, Dr. Hunterson laughed as she closed the door. A few seconds later, someone walks through the door. I looked up at them.

It was my mum.

"Y/N! Oh my god! I would've come sooner had someone told me earlier!" She set her bag down on the floor next to the chair she then sat in.

I sat in silence, not even looking up from my phone. I couldn't talk to her, let alone look at her. I continued with Subway Surfers.

"Y/N? Why are you ignoring me? We haven't spoken to each other in 7 months!" She laughed as she spoke. I slammed my phone down on the bed and finally turned to look at her, I glared at her.

"Why the fuck did you lie to me about dad? Why couldn't you have just told me the truth?!" You could practically taste the venom in my tone. I was fucking seething.

My mum didn't utter a word. He mouth opening and closing as if she was trying to say something.

"What? Can't speak?" I was absolutely pissing incensed. Why the fuck would she lie to me for so long?

"I... I... I don't know what you want me to say?" She had a guilty smile on her face.

"I want you to tell me why the absolute fuck you would lie to me saying dad just didn't want to be in my life anymore when he stopped visiting me?! And guess what is the funniest thing? Dad told me himself! Yeah! He told me." Mum had tears streaming down her face.

"When you want to act like an adult, I'll talk to you then..." She grabbed her bag off the floor and left the room.

"Fuck you!" I shouted as she closed the door. When I want to act like an adult. Tsk. Fuck her. I am a fucking adult.

I'm just going to have a bleeding nap, cannot be bothered staying awake right now...

----------------------------------

I was woken up to yet another knock at my door. When I sat up and said come in, I saw Bradshaw.

"Just the person I wanted to see." I say sarcastically as I turn to face away from the door.

"Y/C/S, I just wanna say I am really sorry... I must have accidentally pressed something... I did not mean to take it this far... You may not accept it but I just want to say that I am really really sorry..." I turned to look at him and his face was filled with remorse.

I didn't like this look on Bradshaw. I wasn't used to it. At all. I'm a lot more comfortable with him having anger on his face while looking at me. He seems really guilty... Maybe I should forgive him, I mean... He does seem to actually regret it.

"It's okay Bradshaw... I've made that mistake before... Except... I actually killed the girl..." Bradshaw looked up at me with shock on his face.

"W-what?" He sat down in the chair next to the hospital bed, leaning forward.

"I may as well tell you... Me and this girl, Sox, we were doing a training exercise, but with actual missiles, trying to shoot a target..." I began to tear up. "As soon as I shot the missile at the target, Sox got in the way... Luckily I only shot the wing, but when she pressed the button to eject her seat..." Tears were streaming down my cheeks, I was trying to hold in sobs. "It didn't eject, so all she could do was wait till her jet crashed and hoped she would live. She didn't."

Bradshaw sat there, in shock, mouth agape. His face changed to a sympathetic expression.

"We were best friends, she was the first friend I made after moving here, to San Diego... Her family somehow forgave me, I can't even forgive myself. They said that it wasn't my fault. It was. I'm the reason she's dead. If I hadn't shot that missile, maybe she'd be here at Top Gun, and not me." I was borderline sobbing at this point. My body was shaking. My breath uneven. Eyes dead set on the plant pot in the corner of the room.

"Y/C/S, it is not your fault, you didn't know she was going to fly in front of the missile. You had no intention of hurting her. Don't blame yourself..." I immediately began to shake my head, disagreeing with him.

"No. No. It is my fault Bradshaw. I shot the missile. I am at fault. I killed her... If it wasn't for me, she would be alive. And I'm going to have to live with that. Until the day I die." I couldn't stop the crying now, even if I wanted to. I haven't talked about it since it happened. Not even to my therapist.

"Y/C/S, it's okay... I promise you, it wasn't your fault. From what you've told me it was a training exercise gone wrong... You are not at fault for anything…” His words were filled with reassurance, and coming from him, it actually meant something. Although it didn’t totally get the idea that it was my fault out my head, it put my mind at ease.

I gave Bradshaw a tight lipped smile as my eyes darted between his gaze and my bruised hands.

"About this... rivalry, that we have... Can we just call it quits?" Bradshaw finally spoke up after a while of silence. I looked at him with a smirk.

"What? Finally realised that I'm the best and you're second place?" Bradshaw laughed as he shook his head. He looked back up and has a smiled with his eyes.

"Absolutely not... I am never going to accept that sweetheart..." The nickname made my eyes widen. Sweetheart? He's called me that before but never in the tone he just used. It sounded almost, flirty? I don't know, could be nothing. That is Bradshaw's personality after all.

"Guess it's just really tiring, and..." I gesture to all my cuts and bruises on my body with a laugh. "This... but don't worry Bradshaw... won't hold it against you." I chuckle as Bradshaw leans back in his chair and does the same.

"Truce?" Bradshaw stuck his hand out. I took his hand and shook it with a tight smile. I wish it didn't take me almost dying for us to stop this. Maybe it was the only way? I'll never know.

#top gun #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun imagines #top gun maverick #top gun rooster #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradhsaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw fluff #bradley rooster bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw x you

[call-sign-jinx]

Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 2

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

a/n: hey girliessssss, this is going to be hard to read for some people after this chapter as it talks about trauma and things like that, as well as the single seizure in this chapter

It was our first official day at Top Gun, everyone was sat down waiting to get briefed. My table was in front of Phoenix and Bob's table so I turned around to talk to them.

"Who do you think our trainer guy is gonna be?" Bob asked, his gaze switching from me to Phoenix over and over again.

"Let's not hope it's some douchebag. Otherwise me and them are going to have a problem." Our attention is then taken by Cyclone, who is standing at the podium with papers in his hand.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen. Your trainer is someone with the highest skill, he has beaten limits no one else has had the guts to." We hear the doors open but keep our attention on Cyclone. "May I introduce Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell." Maverick then stands beside Cyclone, next to the podium.

Me and Maverick make eye contact, while his eyes widen in shock, mine have pure anger in them. What the fuck is this prick doing here? I ask myself as I grip the sides of the desk.

Bradshaw then turns his head to me as he sees that me and Maverick know each other.

"Hey, Y/L/N, why are you looking at Maverick like you wanna kill him?" There is a chuckle in his voice, which makes me even angrier.

I turn to Bradshaw, the anger in my eyes changing to rage. "None of your fucking business Bradshaw." I then turn my head again and face the wall in front of me. I couldn't look at Maverick, Bradshaw or anyone for this matter so it's best if I stare at the wall.

"Now, all of you here are clearly the best of the best. I want you to prove that. We're going to be training for a mission that is highly dangerous, so we're going to put you in dangerous situations and see how you get out of them." Maverick started to say but I zoned out after hearing his voice for too long.

--------------------------------------

I was in the locker room, getting into my flight suit for our first training session. I was still very angry. Why the fuck did Maverick have to be our trainer?

"Hey, Y/N, you okay? You were practically killing Maverick with your eyes earlier." Phoenix taps my shoulder as she gets into her flight suit too.

"Just something that happened in the past, doesn't really matter." I turn my head away from Phoenix and finish putting my flight suit on. I grab my helmet from my locker that has "Vandal" printed onto it.

I was the first out there, waiting for everyone else to come outside.

Since Maverick was also outside he thought it'd be a great idea to strike up a conversation.

"Listen, Y/N/N... I didn't mean to-" I immediately interrupt him, rage now coming back into my expression and voice.

"You do not get to call me that anymore! Not after what you fucking did." I half shouted, half spoke normally as to not get anyone's attention.

"Okay... Okay... I... I just want to say I'm sorry..." His expression had remorse all over his face.

"Fuck you. Don't think that an apology can fix what you fucking did." I kissed my teeth as I looked away from him, my grip on my helmet tightening.

The rest of the group came walking in and could sense the tension in the air, none of them spoke.

"Guess one of them left without leaving a note the other night." Hangman spoke up, which caused a few to chuckle but it made my anger increase.

"But you would obviously know that since you get left a note every time you fuck a girl." I speak up, making everyone, except Hangman, Bradshaw and Maverick, burst out in laughter.

"Alright! That's enough!" Maverick spoke up and neatened up the papers he had in his hand on the podium. "We will be starting off strong with today's training session! I'll split you into two groups. Y/C/S, Rooster. You will both be captains of these teams." Maverick put everyone into either mine or Rooster's team.

When I began to head to my jet, Bradshaw caught up with me.

"Hey Y/C/S, get ready to be second best as per usual!" But before I could even retort with something, he jogged to his jet in front of me.

---------------------------------------

We've been in the sky for about 2 hours. The objective was to take down as many jets on the opposing team before the time runs out. We have around 30 minutes left. I'm the only person on my team left, however, Rooster and Coyote are the last 2 standing on their team.

It wasn't hard to "shoot" Coyote down so now it was just me and Rooster left. I was not going to let him shoot me down. We were flying beside each other for about 10 minutes to see who would let themselves get shot down first, neither of us backed down.

Somehow we managed to get into a Pugachev's Cobra. Maverick immediately told us that one of us should pull out as soon as possible. Neither one of us did. We were getting closer and closer to the ground, breaking the Hard Deck. Then suddenly, Rooster's jet launches a small missile which hits my jet, sending me to the ground. I pressed everyone button possible, then I pressed the eject button. My chair ejected before the cockpit could open fully so I clipped my head on the edge of the glass, which at the speed that i was ejected out of knocked me unconscious.

-------------------------------------

I was in a hospital bed. I hadn't woke up yet but I could hear things. People talking. The beeping of machines. Doctors talking. But the one thing that stood out to me was the voices of Bradshaw and Maverick. Both of them were apologising.

"I'm really sorry Y/N, it was an accident, I didn't mean to press that fucking button!" Bradshaw whisper-shouted as I heard him place flowers at the side of the bed. Then there was Maverick.

"Oh Y/N/N..." I told him not to use that name. "I'm so sorry... for what I did... for how I did it... and for leaving you, even when I said I wouldn't..." Maverick sounded like he was crying.

That was when it happened, I had had a seizure. From what I heard I was having a seizure, I felt completely fine. But that's the thing, I wasn't fine for long. I lost complete consciousness, no voices, no sounds, pure darkness. Great.

#top gun #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun imagines #top gun maverick #top gun rooster #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw fluff #bradley bradhsaw smut #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw fluff #bradley rooster bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster bradshaw fic

[call-sign-jinx]

Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 3

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

When I woke up, it was dark. Very dark. well, apart from the light next to my bed. I looked around, feeling very dizzy, and saw Maverick in a chair, reading a magazine next to my bed. Why was he here?

He looked up and saw I was awake. The look on relief on his face made me smile slightly.

"Oh my god Y/N. How are you feeling? Do you want me to go get a nurse? Doctor?" He kneeled down in front of my bed and put his hand on mine. Maybe I should hear him out on what he has to say.

"No, no. I'm fine Maverick, just a little dizzy is all. What exactly happened?" I painfully sit up as Maverick pulls the chair closer to the hospital bed.

"You and Rooster did a Pugachev's Cobra and Rooster accidentally shot one of his missiles at your jet. Which caused you and your jet to go down, you slightly tore a ligament in your neck and arm." He had such a worried look on his face. Maybe he isn't such a dick from what my mum told me all those years ago.

"Y/N... I also want to apologise. I know you probably don't care but your mom told me to leave because she thought I'd be a horrible father... I wanted to be in your life..." Maverick began to cry. He wanted to be a part of my life? But mum told me he walked out after she told him he was pregnant?

"Wait wait wait wait, you wanted to be my dad? But mum told me you walked out on her when she told you she was pregnant. Why would my mum lie to me?" What the fuck? Why would mum lie?

"Me and her had an argument a month before you were born, it was really bad... I caught her cheating on me... When I confronted her she blew up... That's when she kicked me out and never let me see you... Then when she did let me see you, it wasn't as often as I'd hoped... That's why, one day, I left you a note and then you and your mom moved to England, to be with her family..." The amount of tears increased.

"What the fuck... so because of a mistake she made, you had to suffer?..." How the fuck could my mum do that? Lie to me my whole life?

"I get why you were pissed... And I get why you blew up at me before training..." When he mentioned that training exercise, something snapped. Flashbacks of what happened before I crashed. I began to panic, I was reliving the crash. Every second of it. The pain. the anxiety. It was too much.

I began to hyperventilate and tears began to run down my cheeks. Maverick tried to hug me but I pushed him away.

"Y/N? What's wrong?" I didn't answer him, not even hearing exactly what he said. I went into a full blown panic attack. I could feel my body shaking. I couldn't breathe properly and my vision was going blurry. Oh god... I didn't think this would happen... I haven't had a panic attack as bad as this since high school...

-----------------------------------

I had finally calmed down. Taking deep breaths as Maverick looked at me with panic in his eyes.

"Y/N... what was that?" I didn't know how to answer that... I don't know if I did want to answer that...

"I think it was a panic attack..." Maverick nodded his head with worry in his eyes.

"That should be expected after what you've been through... The doctors said you could get flashbacks from what happened as it was a very traumatising experience. I'm here if you wanna talk about it Y/N/N..." This time when he used my nickname, it didn't give me anger, it actually gave me comfort.

"Thank you..." I pause for a second, wondering how long I've been unconscious. Fuck! "How long have I been out?"

"About 3 weeks... the doctors said the earliest you'd wake up would be weeks from now..." Maverick places a comforting hand in mine.

"I've missed so much training! For fuck's sake man! How much did I miss?" Maverick slightly chuckled, that all I cared about right now was how much training I missed.

"You've missed quite a bit, but don't worry... I can help you catch up, it may be stressful for you so you can back out whenever you need to." I shook my head with a stern look on my face.

"No. I am not backing out. I haven't come this far just to back out because of some training accident." I had a stern and serious tone in my voice.

"Okay, okay." Maverick chuckled a bit. "Get some rest, I'll see what the doctors say about how much time you should take it easy and all that stuff for you." Maverick gave me a tight lipped smile as he walked out of the room.

Bradshaw is definitely gonna be first for this one... Fuck!

#top gun #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun imagines #top gun maverick #top gun rooster #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradhsaw smut #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw fluff #bradley rooster bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw x you

[lovelybucky1]

z for rooster please!!

request NSFW headcanons here !

warnings: gender neutral reader, 18+ minors dni

masterlist

Z- Zzz

rooster is the type of guy who can fall asleep anytime, anywhere. if he can relax and close his eyes for a few minutes, he’ll be out in seconds. even when you go to sleep normally, as soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s snoring (quietly, but snoring nonetheless).

when it comes to after sex, though, rooster waits to fall asleep. he waits until he knows you’re taken care of. he’ll clean you up and get you a drink and snack if you want. he’ll bring you a change of clothes or one of his shirts; anything he can do to make you comfortable.

once he knows that you’re taken care or, he’ll slide into bed with you and hold you tightly. you feel safe in his arms, and it usually doesn’t take you long to fall asleep, especially if you just finished with some more physically taxing sex than usual.

rooster, however, stays awake for a while after you fall asleep. he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest, your eyelids twitching as you dream, your soft, innocent expression as you sleep. you looking so peaceful helps him come down from his high, and as the adrenaline wears off, rooster’s eyelids grow heavier until he is falling to sleep with you still wrapped in his arms.

reblogs are always appreciated!

join my taglist

#top gun #rooster #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradhsaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic #top gun smut