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roosterforme · 1 year

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We Broke the Bed | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You and Bradley manage to break your Queen bed. Time to upgrade to a King.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, swearing, angst

Length: 1800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You?

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Bradley was helpless to tell you no. He found it almost impossible to deny you anything you wanted. When you told him you wanted ice cream after dinner? He took you out to your favorite neighborhood place for a scoop. When you mentioned you wanted to go to the beach? He started packing towels and sunblock. When you told him you wanted to see the new movie coming out? He was purchasing tickets on his phone.

Literally the only thing that he was unable to override for you was the deployment paperwork currently hanging on the refrigerator. He was leaving in a few days, no matter what.

So anything you asked for before then? He gave it to you.

"Harder," you moaned as he slammed you from behind. You were on your hands and knees at the edge of the bed, and Bradley was gripping your hips. He drove himself harder into you, giving your ass a little slap in response.

"Oh, God! Harder!" you demanded, your hair coming loose from your ponytail and flying all over the place. He watched your ass bouncing against him as he braced his feet on the floor and fucked you with everything he had.

Soon you were whining and crying out, chanting his name in time with his hard thrusts. He was grinning wildly when he suddenly heard the sound of wood splintering.

"What the?" he mumbled and slowed down a tiny bit to check out the bed frame, but you started moaning again.

"Bradley! Don't stop! I'm sooo so so soooo close." So he focused on the task at hand; getting you off exactly how you wanted him to. You were moaning and whining and shouting his name, and he came hard when you clamped down around him. He pushed you flat onto your stomach and collapsed mostly on top of you, still inside your pussy. And that's when the bed broke.

Neither of you spoke for a moment after you suddenly dropped several inches. "What just happened?" you mumbled, your mouth buried in the bedding. "Did I come that hard? Or did I imagine that?"

Bradley chuckled next to your ear. He pushed himself off of you and groaned as he withdrew from inside you, gazing at the pretty mess oozing out of your pussy.

"Baby Girl, we broke the bed," he told you, kneeling down to examine the spot where the bed frame had splintered and then broke in half.

"You're joking," you gasped, pushing yourself off the bed as well. "Bradley! We broke the bed!"

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I didn't think that was even possible, and I know you really liked your bed frame," he told you as he winced. But you started cracking up.

"We broke a fucking bed, Roo!" you said, howling with laughter. You knelt on the floor next to him and climbed into his arms, shaking from laughter. "This is epic!" Soon you had both collapsed onto the floor, holding each other through your giggles.

"I'll buy us a new one," he finally managed to say, pulling you on top of him.

You wiped tears from your eyes and kissed Bradley's lips. "Well that's going to be a story for grandkids someday," you said as you gasped for air.

Bradley felt his face light up and his smile grow wide. He pulled you down against him for another kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He kissed you like this for a while. The combination of knowing he was going to miss you while he was deployed, and the idea that you might even possibly want to have kids with him made him needy. He wanted to hold you all day long. But there wasn't time for that.

"We need to get to Mav's," he muttered eventually. Maverick had invited you both over to check out his hangar. Bradley knew he needed some help with a mechanical problem he was having with one of his planes, and it would also be the first time you got to see the space. "And then we can buy a new bed on the way home."

That triggered another round of laughter before you both managed to get dressed.

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"I don't know, but let's grab the wrenches and see if that works," Maverick told Bradley. They had been working on Mav's plane for awhile as you explored the hangar.

"Y/N, can you grab us that wrench set, Baby Girl? It's on the toolbench," Bradley called to you. They both had their hands propping up the engine mount, so you scurried over to help them. The back of the toolbench was lined with photos that you wanted to examine more closely. But first you grabbed the tools that they needed and took them over.

"Let me know if you need anything else," you told them. Bradley leaned down and kissed you on the cheek and Maverick thanked you with a smile.

You wandered back over to check out all of the pictures. There were some of Bradley at varying ages, and he had been an adorable child. One was taken at a Little League baseball game when Bradley must have been about ten years old. There was another of him as a teenager wearing a suit. Perhaps he was dressed for a school dance? There was one of Maverick with Bradley and a blonde haired woman. That must have been Carole. You had been dying to see some photos of his parents, but Bradley still hadn't gone back to get everything out of his storage unit yet, including some promised photo albums.

Bradley looked a lot like his mom, but then you caught sight of a photo of a much younger Maverick with his arm around another, taller man. That man looked like the spitting image of Bradley; it must have been Nick Bradshaw. You pulled all the photos of Carole and Nick down from the wall and studied them. Carole was beautiful, petite and always smiling brightly. Nick was tall, handsome and had a crooked grin. Bradley looked so much like his dad, it took your breath away.

You took a few minutes to really soak in all of the details. Bradley had Carole's smile and facial expressions, but everything else came from Nick. As you were about to put the photos back up on the wall, you could hear Bradley speaking softly to Maverick.

"I'm just a little worried, since it's going to be my first time away from her."

"Worried? You told me you trust her," Mav responded. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you listened.

"I do," Bradley replied quietly. "I trust her completely. I'm not worried about that. I just think it's going to be hard on her. Six weeks is a long time when you've never done it before."

You pretended to be extremely interested in the aviation memorabilia near the workbench as you intently listened to what they said.

"If you love her, then she needs to get used to this. And you'll need to get used to the idea of having someone who loves you missing you while you're away. It's hard on both ends, I'm sure."

"Shit," Bradley mumbled. "You're right. It's going to be different for me this time too."

"It's obvious the two of you are crazy about each other, but this is going to be an equalizer. You be good to her. Don't you dare make her worry over nothing, Bradley. She's really sweet, and probably out of your league."

Bradley chuckled. "Don't I know it. You'll keep an eye on her while I'm away? Help her if she needs anything?"

"Of course I will."

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After he had finished helping Maverick pack his tools up, Bradley watched as Mav took you on a little tour of the interiors of some of his planes parked in the hangar. He could hear your laughter as Maverick got you settled in the pilot's seat of his Cessna and outfitted you with a pair of massive headphones. You looked so happy. You always did. He snapped a photo of you waving to him from the cockpit so he'd have it for later.

"You two want to stay for dinner? We could pick up a pizza," Maverick offered.

"Thanks, Mav, but we need to get out of here so we have time to stop at a furniture store on the way home," Bradley told him, grabbing your hand in his.

"Oh yeah? Still getting stuff for the new place?"

"Just upgrading to a king sized bed," you said with a shrug as you glanced up at Bradley coyly.

Bradley felt momentarily mesmerized by you, and his mind drifted back to this morning. "Yeah... we broke the bed."

Maverick choked on a laugh, and you smacked Bradley's arm, hard.

"What the hell, Bradley?" you muttered, trying to hide your face behind your hands.

"Oh, shit." Bradley hadn't meant to say that, but the look on Maverick's face had him laughing as well. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart!"

But you were already several feet away, hiding your face. "Bye, Mav!" you called over your shoulder as you power walked outside toward the Bronco.

Maverick pulled Bradley into a hug, both men still laughing. "Hey, you be safe on your deployment. I'll keep an eye out for your girl." They released each other, and Bradley was once again so happy to have his dad's best friend back in his life.

"Thanks, Mav," Bradley replied, shaking his hand.

Maverick nodded and waved goodbye. "And Bradley? Pick out a solid wood bed frame this time, okay?"

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Bradley pulled the old queen mattress off of the broken bed frame, and started taking it apart to put it out with the trash.

"Thankfully the new bed and mattress will be delivered tomorrow," you said, as you got the queen mattress ready for bedtime. You and Bradley would just have to sleep on it on the floor for the night. He didn't mind where he slept, as long as it was with you, and frankly anything was better than when he shared the twin bed with you at the barracks.

"Yeah, just one night isn't too bad, Sweetheart. Not a long wait for the new one."

You smiled at him as he was disassembling the broken side. "I mean, I was referring more to the fact that we'll still have a few days to break in the new bed before you leave."

Bradley's gaze met yours and he smirked. "I love the way you think."

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Up next for Bradley and Baby Girl is the Deployment Diaries series! I'm not sure exactly how long it will end up being, but it will chronicle three of Bradley's deployments! I hope you'll keep reading! Masterlist

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jupitercomet · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐫

summary - Jake Seresin is what his friends like to call "a douche bag". His work friends were all dudebros, he spent more time in the gym than he did in his own kitchen, and the last time he'd been in a serious relationship was his junior year of college. And Jake had no problem being a douche bag, not even Bradley's "Douche Bag Jar" could deter him from the lifestyle. In fact, he didn't think there was a single person alive that would ever make him change. Enter an Elementary school teacher with an alarming amount of sock puppets and a never-ending supply of Starbursts. There is a very real possibility the "Douche Bag Jar" might put Jake into debt.

warnings - New Girl au, fluff, angst, slowburn, language, potential smut, chapter specific

this series is 18+, minors please do not interact

last update - 10/29/23

playlist

season one;

douche bag jar deposit: $20 douche bag jar deposit: $5 douche bag jar deposit: $1 and a tube of lip balm douche bag jar deposit: $50 douche bag jar deposit: $10 douche bag jar deposit: 2 Kings tickets douche bag jar deposit: N/A douche bag jar deposit: —$20

season two;

the bradley bradshaw sex playlist the wrench bean bag and bitchboy true american the ski trip part one the ski trip part two the conflict resolution ball makes its return loft sleepover (taylor's version)

season three;

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blurbs;

Jake comforts you (takes place in season one episode four) finals week (college au) how Rooster got his name

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bradshawsbitch · 1 year

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mess w/ roommate!bradley 😵‍💫😵‍💫 for blurbs:)

oof, okay we're starting off on a roommate spree here folks! i love it so much. I tweaked it a little bit because I'm just such a slut sap for first times 🥹

[ MESS ] our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex, but sender starts to finger receiver.

warnings; female reader, afab!reader, roommates to lovers, smut 18+, fingering, masturbation, tit worship, thigh grinding, pet names

word count; 2.4K (did you say blurb?! god damn it I have a problem)

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"Bradley." you tried to keep your voice stern, shoulders squared, and eyes blazing with the power of every woman who had ever cleaned in her entire life. "We need to have a conversation."

"Alright, what's up, tiny?" Bradley looked up from the paper he was reading, the nickname he'd given you did nothing to alleviate the frustration you felt with your roommate. You weren't tiny, you were actually on the taller spectrum of it all, according to you. But not to chicken man.

"Have you--" you had to cut yourself off, taking a deep breath to make sure you didn't accidentally hurt any feelings here. "Has anyone ever taught you how to properly clean a bathroom? Because I distinctly remember that we said yesterday that I would take the kitchen, and you would take the bathroom." Bradley had skirted that particular chore one too many times.

"I don't follow," Bradley furrowed his brows and put his paper down beside him.

"There's still your tiny facial hair remnants in the sink! And don't get me started on the shower! Did you even scrub the shower walls?" Bradley blinked at you. There truly was nothing behind those big brown eyes, huh? Just sawdust and jet fuel.

"Tell me who to contact to file a complaint about your lack of cleaning knowledge." you put your hand on one hip, unfortunately taking the well known stance of a woman scorned.

Bradley licked his lips before looking down at his lap. You thought you knew what might come next. As he looked up, there was a perfect iteration of a hurt expression on his face, those same brown eyes now misty and puppy-like.

"My mom--"

"Oh, for fuck's sake Bradshaw, you already pulled that card this week. Ain't no excuses for being in your mid thirties and not knowing how to clean your own damn bathroom!" try to get out of that one huh, feminist king. See how you'll chicken your way out of that.

You figured Bradley might take offense, or at least start arguing with you. He'd been well known for his short fuse. To your great surprise, those big eyes that had just been misty widened initially in shock at your brusque statement, before his head tipped back and a roaring laughter eased from his throat.

"Oh god, tiny - you're just perfect, aren't you? You're right. I should know better," he now moved to stand, mirth playing in his eyes as he took a few steps forward until he - to your great annoyance - towered over you.

"I know this is not supposed to be your job then," he murmured softly, using his hand to make your stubborn gaze meet his "but would you be so kind as to show me your preference in making our bathroom squeaky clean then, doll?" he was smirking now.

God damn naval aviator knew he was hot. It irked you that you could not say that he didn't affect you. His little pet names, his stupid broad shoulders, his ridiculous sun kissed skin, the way he always smelled so good the way he--

"C'mon tiny, we got a tight schedule now!" Bradley called you out of your dazed state, and you huffed as you followed him towards your spacious shared bathroom.

"Alright, sweets, talk to me." He talked as if you were his god damn backseater, trying to blow up the enemy toilet. "What's the first step?"

Rolling your eyes, you started to peel off your socks and shorts. "Tiny!" Bradley's eyes went wide before he averted his gaze promptly.

"Oh, c'mon, Bradshaw, don't tell me you're in your mid thirties and have yet to see a woman in underwear," you smirked "I'm gonna walk you through a deep cleaning. Don't want to ruin my clothes. Tends to get a little wet,"

If Rooster's lips wobbled at your use of the word 'wet', you chose to ignore his childish quirk.

"But if you want to ruin your Grateful Dead shirt by getting cleaning shit on it, fine by me," you shrugged before ridding yourself of your top, leaving you in a matching black panty and bra set. They were plain, nothing sexy about them at all.

Swiftly pulling out the cleaning supplies, you started ordering your roommate around the bathroom as the two of you started to hose down the room. You hadn't made it far in your mission to scrub the sink before you felt a spray of water against your back.

Turning around, you were met by a mischievous looking Bradley, the shower head pointed straight at you. If looks could kill, you're sure Bradley would have a paper cut by now. Maybe a bruise.

"Rooster!" you tried sounding stern, but it came out more as a tired whine. "Hey, I'm sorry, Tiny - c'mere!" Bradley must've sensed you were starting to get fed up, because he opened his arms to you. Stupid naked, muscly chest looking inviting and warm as hell. You stepped into the shower, wrapping your arms around Bradley's waist as he maneouvered the shower head back into it's position on the wall.

It seemed like neither of you cared that the warm water was now washing over the both of you, your underwear becoming soaked. You'd always wondered what it would be like to shower with your roommate, but you never envisioned this scenario. In your scenario there were even less clothing, and much more moaning.

It wasn't always easy, breezy (but definitely beautiful) living with Bradley - in spite of the fact that he lacked competence in bathroom cleaning, he made up for it in every other aspect of householding and in his caring nature.

"This feels good, Tiny," Bradley murmured against the top of your head as he held you. "Told you it'd get wet," you mumbled against his skin, your lips currently smushed against his sternum. You could feel his chest rumbling as he chuckled, his large hands leaving their safe spot in your embrace. They started gently caressing your sides, before one hand again found it's place on your chin - tilting your head softly upwards.

Looking into Rooster's brown eyes, there was no twinkle of mischief left, nor confusion or mistyness - you weren't quite sure what this look was. As his other palm cradled your jaw and a portion of your neck, it dawned on you. Before you could name the emotion, Bradley's lips were upon yours in a wet kiss.

His lips moved slowly against yours, as if he was giving you the option to either engage or leave. A soft noise left your throat as you pushed up on your toes, wanting to feel more of him. The grip he had had on your chin eased, that hand moving to grip at your hip to keep your body steadily pressed against his.

"Wanted to feel you like this for fuckin' ever, Tiny," Bradley groaned as you took a gasping breath, his lips kissing down your throat. "Bradley--" you whined, eyes fluttering shut as his skilled hand rubbed at your ribs, slowly inching up towards the underside of your breasts.

"Is this okay, doll?" he breathed against your ear, his mustache tickling slightly against your earlobe.

"So okay, Rooster - oh god," you moaned softly as his thumb graced the swell of your breast, applying just enough pressure to send anticipatory waves of pleasure rolling through you.

"Please, I-- more," you whimpered, your hands tangling into Rooster's damp locks, tugging slightly - eliciting a rough groan from him. "More of what, doll? Tell me," his voice was husky against your throat as he switched sides, tongue soothing where his teeth nipped and his lips latched on to suck marks onto your soft skin.

"You-- Please!" his hand was still teasing the underside of your breasts, and you were squirming against his warm body, trying to make him fucking grab them already. You needed his hands on you.

"Words, sweetheart," he sounded pleased, a smile forming against your skin. Yanking his hair a little harsher, you licked your lips as the water cascaded down Rooster's well muscled upper body.

"I need your hands on my fucking tits, Bradley," you commanded, a certain bite to your tone that had a moan rolling off of Bradley's parted lips. Your words seemed to have triggered something in your roommate, because he promptly pressed you against the cool tiles of the shower wall. Not before his one hand had swiftly undone the clasp of your bra, flinging the wet garment to the floor.

"Such lovely fucking tits," Bradley groaned, eyes transfixed on your naked breasts as his large hands covered them, his fingers squeezing and kneading in unison. Letting your head fall back against the wall, you let out a long, relieved moan at the stimulation. Bradley whispered out a breathless 'Fuck' as his thumbs rolled over your nipples, taking in how well the soft flesh looked squeezed in his hands.

"Fuckin' dreamt of these tits for so fucking long," Bradley confessed, leaning down to let his warm tongue circle over the now pert nipples. "Wanted to hold them, lick them, suck them-" at the last word he let his lips enclose around your nipple to suck, making you cry out - the sound echoing over the sound of rushing water.

"Fuck them," Bradley growled as he put more pressure into his kneading movements. At this he looked into your eyes, pressing his body up against yours, his thigh slotted between your slightly parted legs.

"Bradley," you whimpered, not in a state of mind to say much else, and the fire it ignited within those brown eyes had you whining in pleasure again, his thigh pressing against your clothed core. "Wanted to make you mine for so fucking long," Rooster continued, letting his lips meet yours for a hard kiss.

"God, make me yours, Rooster," you whined, grinding down against his large thigh, needing the heat he'd started in you satiated.

"Fuck, Tiny!" he rutted his pelvis against your own thigh, and you could feel how hard he was against you.

"C'mon baby, tell me what you need," your roommate murmured before he once again leaned down to lick and suck at your breasts, relishing in finally getting to drown in their supple flesh.

Who knew Bradley was a tits man?

"Need your hands," they were everywhere and nowhere all at once, you needed them to bring you more pleasure.

"Need my hands, hm? D'you need them here, sweets - is that it?" his left palm had left it's perch on your breast, reaching between your bodies to cup against your soaked pussy. A soft mewl left your parted lips as you nodded fervently.

"Yes! Please, Bradley," you were practically begging for him now, but you found you didn't care.

"Sweet girl... fuck - I'll take care of you," Bradley's voice sounded a little wrecked as his fingers slid underneath the soaked cotton of your panties, his fingers rubbing against your core. Lifting your leg, you held it against Bradley's thigh to give him easier access, your hands gripping on to his shoulders as he let his cupped hand, two middle fingers, glide through your folds over and over again.

At the sensation of one of his fingers slipping into your welcoming heat, you let out a gasp - tightly followed by a moan. Fuck, even his fingers were big. Your hips started moving on their own accord, slowly swivelling against Bradley's hand. His other hand had begun pushing at his wet underwear, only managing to pull them to rest past his hips - successfully freeing his hard cock.

"You drive me crazy, Tiny - I've heard you touch yourself through the walls for so fucking long. Your little gasps and moans," he groaned, adding another finger to your hole, fucking them slowly in and out of you as the heel of his thumb dragged against your clit.

"You know why I call you Tiny, baby?" you shook your head, delirious with pleasure as you noticed Bradley had wrapped his other hand around his cock, pumping it slowly, the thick tip of him rubbing slightly against your abdomen.

"'Cause of your tiny fucking gorgeous moans as you try to keep quiet," Rooster moaned loudly as he pressed his cock harder into your skin for friction "Try to keep from moaning my name, huh?"

Nodding your head, you were properly grinding down onto Bradley's fingers now, fucking yourself against his palm as you bit your lip. "Yes, Bradley! I thought of you," you whined out, finally opening your eyes to look at him, soft moans and gaspy breaths rolling from your parted lips onto his as he pressed his forehead onto your.

"You gonna cum for me, Tiny? Gonna moan my name as you fuck yourself on my fingers?" brows pinched together, nodding against his forehead, small mewls and moans left you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, his fingers meeting your bucking hips as they curved inside of you. The sound of him fisting his cock against your skin adding to the sensuality of it all.

"Bradley," his name was a drawn out moan "I'm gonna cum so hard on your fingers," you mewled out, pressing your tits against his hard chest. He didn't speed up his movements at your warning, but kept the pace and angle at the almost exact position of where they had been when you uttered the words.

"Cum for me." Bradley spoke against your lips "Look at me." he commanded, brown eyes meeting yours as you gasped, hips grinding hard against the palm of his hand before you let out a tiny moan of his name, euphoria washing over you as your body convulsed from the pleasure your roommate was giving you.

Bradley let out a soft curse, his fingers still fucking into you as he moaned your name, hips stuttering as he fucked his own hand too, his cum coating your hips and thighs as he shot his load over you. Slowly easing his two fingers out of you, you whimpered at the sensitivity, letting your arms wind around his neck as you buried your face in his skin.

"Bradley..." you voice was small, and his strong arms circled around your waist, hands resting on your ribs as he held you. "S'okay Tiny, I've got you," he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

"I've got you," he repeated, softly caressing your skin.

"We're gonna have to clean this up..."

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sunlightmurdock · 8 months

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i just KNOW older bf bradley is the king of going down on you! like he could just spend hours with his head buried between your legs eating your pussy😵‍💫

yeah because he knows he’s the first guy who has ever made you cum from going down on you and he’s proud of that. plus, in a selfish way, he really gets off on how responsive you are to his touch.

He’s such a tease too. You’ll be sitting on the kitchen counter, recounting what an awful week you’ve had to him, and he’s nodding so sincerely as he steps between your legs and parts them abruptly.

“Keep talking, baby,” He murmurs, nudging your underwear to the side and tugging you to the edge of the counter, kneeling between your legs. “I’m listening.”

He’s got every intention of listening to the end of your story. It’s just that he’s got you gripping at his curls and moaning his name before you can. But, he always makes sure to listen to the full story afterwards.

Even if that winds up with him kissing your forehead, upset that you’ve had such an awful week, wrapping his arms around you and telling you. “It’s alright. Let me make you feel better.”

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hangmanssunnies · 2 years

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Ask Me Anything, I'll Give You Everything

Summary: Every morning, you wake up and wonder if today will be the day? The day the love of your life breaks up with you. The only probable solution you can come up with is to force the issue. It seems like a simple plan; after all, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw has never made it a secret that he doesn't like brats.

Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem! Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Word count: 10k (phew, I'm sorry.)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Bradley is a consent king, BDSM dynamics, P in V, Aftercare, talking about feelings, Healthy Relationships, Communication, Daddy Kink but only a tiny bit, gratuitous use of pet names

Authors Note: No use of Y/N. Will I ever be able to write normal smut? Absolutely not. I have been working on this for weeks. I love Bradbrad so much y'all. I hope you enjoy this! My inbox is always open if you want to let me know your thoughts. Reblogs with your thoughts and tags are always appreciated as well! I love reading through them. Also, can we please talk about Miles’ hands in this gif ( am losing my mind)?

When you started dating Bradley Bradshaw, you knew he would be gone a lot. He had made that clear early on, so you could never claim it was a surprise. Bradley was also very aware of the realities of what his absences were like for you. It was because of that, that when he was home, he lived by a simple practice; he had to make sure that your relationship was perfect. He had (wanted) to make everything so amazing you would be able to get through whatever next stint you had to go without him present.

You were perfectly independent when he was gone. However, when you got to be with him and were together, it was like you could finally relax. You could mention something in passing, and Bradley would ensure it gets done. Even better, more often than not, you didn't have to mention anything. Bradley took the initiative; he would just do things you needed without you saying anything, anticipating your needs.

It was the little things with him. He broke open the crab shells and pulled out the meat for you when the legs were delivered to the table. Your favorite snack would start to run low, and it would be replaced the next time you checked. You couldn't remember the last time you went to Ulta; the bathroom's necessities, lotion, soaps, and moisturizer were always stocked. Bradley would bring home surprise flowers and make you dinner for no reason other than he wanted to. Love letters would show up in your mailbox or under your pillow. None of it was something you had to ask for.

Bradley was romantic, funny, heartfelt, and genuine, indeed the best man you had ever met. However, something felt different in the last few weeks since he had been home. Bradley still went through all the motions, but you felt something off. It sometimes felt like he was just going through a routine, like there weren't the right emotions behind the actions anymore.

Even with sex, something didn't feel quite right. While Bradley still made sure that you would always find satisfactory endings, he didn't hold you as long. The way he touched you just didn't feel the same or right. It worked under your skin and into the box of insecurities you kept in your chest. It was an insecurity that ran itself rampant.

You were not a brat. You simply didn't label yourself that way when it came to your relationship. However, that was mostly because you had never needed to be a brat in your relationship before. You did what you were told, you were a good girl, and it was natural. It was easy because Bradley had always taken care of you. Rooster liked to take care of you. And you not wanting to brat was always fine and dandy because Bradley didn't like brats. That being said, you hadn't been feeling very taken care of lately.

It wasn't that you needed, or really wanted, Bradley to be perfect, but you did want to be taken care of. You had become so worked up about it that you were sensitive to every little thing Bradley did, analyzing it in your head. You had halfway convinced yourself that Bradley was staying with you out of obligation and that he was just waiting for the right time to break it off with you.

Tonight you are at the bar with some of your friends. Bradley wraps an arm around your waist. It was a natural movement, something he has done hundreds of times. However, you slowly shift until his hand falls off your waistline. He didn't notice at first until a song or two passed. Then there is that weight again. You clench your teeth, trying to not let any frustration show on your face.

You firmly grip Bradley's wrist, feeling his arm muscles flex tighter under your fingers. The touch makes him angle his head down to look at you.

"Baby?" He poses it as a soft question, but it just irks you more. How dare he call you any pet names right now? His fingers dug just the slightest bit into your skin.

"Don't touch me," you mutter angrily, pulling harder on Bradley's hand. His face is so full of hurt and confusion enough that you almost feel bad for your actions. His arm immediately moves away, and he even went as far as taking a step away from you.

You could tell he was reeling. Your eyes watch as he makes an excuse to the group, none the wiser of the moment that just passed between you. He goes to the bar and waits next to it. Your eyes drift to him occasionally. You catch him taking a tequila shot, something somewhat out of character for him. He liked to stick to old fashions and beers. And his eyes still haven't strayed from you.

Even as he made his way back to y'all's group from the bar. Bradley's sunglasses once again covering his eyes, like it was the middle of the day on the beach, even though it was the middle of the night in a bar. You feel the weight of his gaze, though, constantly straying to you.

Two hours later, everyone makes their way out of the bar, calling their various Uber's and rides home.

Neither of you had drunk much tonight, and after his shot, the only thing you saw Brad drink was water while you sipped a seltzer. You find the Bronco's keys in your purse and start to make your way towards the driver's side. However, Bradley beats you there, leaning against the door. Brad opens his palm, facing up, looking at you expectantly.

"Keys?"

"I'll drive home," you tell him, closing your hands tighter around the keys.

"No, I'm going to be driving home," He says, not moving in the slightest, still waiting for his keys.

You clench your jaw in annoyance and narrow your eyes. "I didn't do any shots tonight. So, I will drive home."

"I did one shot, had two beers, not even IPAs, and then only drank water. You had several hard seltzers and no water or food. We both know I have a higher tolerance for alcohol, baby," He explains to you. He isn't condescending about it either, just stating it all like facts. One of his eyebrows raised high at your attitude.

"I'm driving," you say again, a harder edge in your voice.

Bradley stands up to his full height until he is glaring down at you, "I will be driving home, or we are taking an Uber. Your pick, princess."

You are so tempted to pull out your phone and order an Uber for the both of you. However, after staring into Bradley's eyes and seeing their absolute clarity, you relent, dropping the key in his waiting palm.

You start walking to the car's passenger side, and Bradley shadows you there. He never touches you, but you can feel his warmth radiating off of him, inches from yourself. He opens the door for you and holds out a hand, offering to help you into the Bronco.

You ignore his offered hand, pulling yourself up into the seat by yourself. Not even looking at Bradley as he pulls your seat belt and hands it to you to buckle up. He didn't move from his spot until he heard the click of the belt. He waits for the kiss you usually press to his lips or cheek after getting in the car. He must have noticed that it wasn't coming because he was closing the door a few moments later and making his way back to the driver's side.

You watch Bradley walk in front of the hood of the car. He pulls his hand through that sandy brown hair so it is all askew. You don't shift your gaze from looking forward when he rounds the edge of the hood. You are tempted to look, though, when he takes an abnormally long time before he opens the door and slides into the driver's seat.

The silence in the cab is reverberating between you. Bradley reaches to adjust the volume on the radio at the exact moment you do. Your hands almost brush, but he quickly jerks his hand back before it touches yours. It seems he is taking your words to heart about not touching you.

"Are you feeling okay, princess?" His deep voice asks you.

And there is the obvious answer, that you are not okay. That everything in you is screaming a little bit. How you feel like Bradley is days away from leaving you, not just to fly his planes. That he doesn't love you anymore, that you are too much work to take care of, that he will ask you to leave.

And it must be taxing. It must be a lot of work for someone like him to have to take care of you, with all of his own problems. Shouldn't you step up and take better care of him so that he doesn't ask you to go? Take care of him by driving home from the bar or not bothering him with your problems when you are burning for some of his attention. But you feel like you are on thin ice already. Telling him you aren't okay is too high of a risk when it could just push him further away from you.

"I'm fine."

His fingers drum against the steering wheel at your response. You take a moment to study his side profile. Bradley is visibly agitated. He has a look of concentration on his face like a complex problem is laid out before him.

"Since when do you lie to me?" Bradley asks you.

"I'm not lying to you! I'm fine."

"Okay, then hold my hand." He pronounces the words slowly and clearly, before presenting his right hand. His thick, calloused fingers are spread slightly, waiting.

"No." You snap your eyes away from him and his hand, back to the road in front of you.

"Hold my hand," Bradley repeats, his voice dropping even lower. It's a tone you know; this isn't a request but a demand.

"You can't make me," You stubbornly say back to him.

Bradley audibly gasps. You haven't ever dared challenge him like that before.

"You aren't being a very good girl right now, princess."

"Maybe I'm not. Maybe you don't deserve a good girl right now." The words fall out of your mouth before you know what you're saying.

"I don't like brats, baby,"

"Oh, good to know you don't like me," you say, heart clenching in your chest. It was a sort of a setup, but right now, it seemed like an undeniable reality that Bradley didn't like you anymore.

"Don't you dare put words in my mouth like that," Bradley's voice has a thinly veiled fury that you have never heard before. It causes gooseflesh to erupt along your skin.

"That is what you said!" Part of you stinging. What you really wanted from him right now was reassurances. Instead, you feel the only option is to keep pushing the point.

"So you are being a brat on purpose." He muses. The anger is a little less present in his voice but still there.

"Why?" He asks you when you don't say anything. You cross your arms over your chest and chew on your lip, bouncing your leg.

"I asked you a question." He reminds you. Then he rephrases the question for you. "Why are you being a bad girl, princess?"

"You don't deserve a good girl," you remind him as if there is an important distinction.

"I see," he says slowly. "And why don't I deserve a good girl?"

The words you want to say die on your tongue about how he hasn't been taking care of you. That you feel like maybe you aren't enough for him. That if you were enough, he would take care of you like he used to. It's some fragile emotion in you, one you don't entirely know how to voice.

The why plagues you. You suddenly realize that Bradley does deserve a good girl. You just can't be that person. This isn't even a him problem. It's a you problem that you are trying to make him fix. It isn't his responsibility to fix, though.

"You do deserve a good girl Bradley. That someone just isn't me," you finally say.

"What the fuck does that mean?" The anger is back again.

"I think it's pretty self-explanatory."

"Well, it's not. So, how about you spell it out for me?"

If you try to explain anything to him right now, you will burst into tears, so you bite your tongue instead. Silently begging for the drive and this conversation to end. You are only a few blocks away from your home.

You hear Bradley take a deep, measured breath and your eyes snap to him again. Even in the dark of the cab, you can see the light flush up his neck and face that he gets when he is angry, making his scars stand out more prominently.

You are unbuckling your seat belt before Rooster fully parks the car in the driveway.

"Do not get out of this car until we finish this conversation," Bradley warns you in that same low voice.

You are not listening, though, and isn't that the whole point of being a brat? The door is popped open seconds after his warning. You make a mad dash towards the front door.

You hear the Bronco's door slamming and Bradley growling out your name behind you.

You have only just passed the entryway threshold when he catches up with you. His frame seems extra tall and intimidating when he looms over you like this.

"So you don't want to have a conversation, and you don't want to listen. Is that right, princess?"

He still respects your wish to not be touched, but his hands are on either side of your head. He has you caged against the entry hallway. Nowhere is his body brushing yours, but the heat radiating off him almost feels like he is. The smell of his cologne wafts around you. You are so surrounded by him that it's hard for you to remember that he asked another question. Finally, you shake your head slowly.

"If you keep acting like a brat and don't use your words, I'm going to treat you like a brat." Bradley is telling you this as a warning. His words light something in you, though, and you push roughly against his chest, trying to get him away from you.

"I'm not in the mood, Bradley." You growl out. You duck under one of his arms, needing space to think and breath.

"You don't get to not be in the mood," Bradley growls back. That has you rounding back at him, fury filling you.

"I don't get to say no?" You ask. Your voice is equally as upset as his. He seems to calm down a bit at your words. You watch him take a deep breath, following the motions of his inhale and a heavy audible sigh on the exhale.

"Of course, you can. I am not a fan of how you are twisting my words tonight. I meant it as. You don't get to say no to talking to me." His eyes don't stray from yours, and you see the concern in their depths.

"I deserve to know why you are not fine, and you are acting like a brat."

There was the phrasing again, deserve. It rubbed you all the wrong ways, and you set your stance, bringing yourself up to your full height, glaring into Bradley's eyes.

"If you don't want me, and can't handle me as a brat, maybe you just aren't cut out to be my Dom, Brad."

What was that TikTok sound that was popular for a while? Something about how people who can raise a single eyebrow are automatically brat tamers. The moment you saw the eyebrow raise Bradley is giving you. You knew you were fucked.

"You have two choices: go to our room and lock the door, and I will see you in the morning. Or you better be naked and on our bed by the time I make my way to our room, princess. If I find you any other way, you will be in more trouble than you already are."

He grabs the purse that dropped to the ground without you even noticing. Then Bradley hangs it on the proper hook before he digs in his pocket, pulling out his keys and wallet. He glances at you and once again raises that eyebrow.

"You want to go to bed willingly before I make you." You are speed walking through the house to the master bedroom moments later.

You strip mostly naked before perching on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. Only leaving on your panties.

Bradley takes his sweet time getting to you. You hear him walking throughout the house: in the laundry room, swapping loads of laundry, and briefly in the kitchen, the fridge opening and closing.

When he finally gets to the bedroom, he doesn’t even acknowledge you at first. You lift your eyes, watching him set a tumbler of water on your side of the bed. Then making his way to his side and putting down his own water bottle he liked to take to bed.

You quickly lower your eyes when you see him glance towards where you are sitting. Bradley is standing in front of you a second later.

“Are you going to let me touch you now, baby?” He asks you playfully, teasingly.

You think about it for a moment, and you are surprised that he is patiently waiting for your answer. Finally, you nod slowly. Bradley’s hand lifts your chin, so you look up at him. His touch is surprisingly gentle and light.

“Use your words. I have heard this mouth throw around all kinds of things tonight. I think you can manage a yes or no.” He squeezes your chin in between his fingers, then just slightly.

“Yes.” You whisper.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, you can touch me.”

His hand slips lower and wraps around your throat. It’s a loose hold but serves as an anchor point. Your breath catches when he gives your throat the tiniest squeeze. More a twitch of his hand than anything else.

With his hand directing you, he pushes you back until you are arching and angled to still hold eye contact. He holds you there for a long moment, his eyes tracing your face, then lower to take in your whole body.

He lets go of your neck, and without his steady hand, you find yourself falling back on the bed. Brad doesn’t make any move after that. He just stares down at you, taking you in.

“What am I going to do with you, princess?” He finally asks you in that rough voice.

“I think you need a reminder of why you should be a good girl for me. And why you don’t want to be a brat.” His fingers ghosted over your thighs in a slow motion. Then, when they reach your hip, they drag back down to your knees again.

“But,” he continues on, dragging out the word. “You are just so damn pretty almost makes me want to forgive you.” When his hands reach your hips for the second time, he grips them and flips you over.

You gasp in surprise at the action with your face and belly pressed into the bed. You try to lift yourself further up, but one of Bradley’s hands is pressing down on your back.

“Brats get punished, baby. Is that what you want from me? To punish you?” He asks you. You slowly shake your head no into the mattress but don’t say anything otherwise.

Bradley tsks at you, and in the same breath, the hand that wasn’t holding you down smacks your ass. It isn’t the hardest Bradley has ever spanked you, but it was hard for the first one. It makes your skin instantly sting, and your whole body jolts forward.

You flex your legs that are still hanging off the side of the bed, trying to find purchase on the ground.

One of the many beautiful things about Bradley Bradshaw was that he could manhandle you any which way as if you were no more than a rag doll. It is something you never really had the experience of with any partner before him. Bradley repositions you so you are sprawled in his lap over his thighs.

He is still fully dressed from the bar. Your knees are pressed into the ground, and your ass is on display.

He gently rubs where he has already smacked you. You stare down at the ground in front of you, examining the grain in the hardwood floor. Bradley’s hand comes down and smacks your ass again. You groan in response.

“How are you doing, baby?” He asks you, rubbing soothing circles again. His hand feels cool against the skin that is already inflamed.

You continue refusing to answer him though, preferring to take whatever punishment he will give you in silence. Bradley’s hand comes down hard a moment later, the slap it makes against your skin echoing in the room.

“Not talking to me is not an option. I thought we already established that,” Rooster growls out.

You receive retribution with another spank when you keep your mouth closed tight. You can’t help but let out the barest of whimpers after that one.

“What was that, baby?” He asks you, his tone soft again.

“How many?” You whisper. You half expect another spank at the action and tense your body waiting for the impact. Instead, Bradly stays steady, rubbing your cheeks. His other hand comes forward to push your hair behind your ear, so he has a better view of your face.

“How many do you think you deserve, princess?”

“I don’t know,” you tell him.

He hums, looking down the bridge of his nose at you while deliberating.

“How many have you had already?” he asks.

Hesitantly, you raise your hand and show him four fingers. You immediately receive another spank. This time lower on your cheek cresting the back top of your thighs. It is significantly softer than the other ones you have received tonight.

“This is your last warning, baby. I won’t ask you to use your words again.”

You take a few shallow breaths, trying to even out your body that is going haywire.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. Bradley nods his head, approving your words.

“How many are you at, baby?”

“Five,” you supply, still unable to get out more than a whisper.

“And how many do you think you deserve? How many does my little brat need to learn her place?”

“I don’t know.”

Bradley sighs at your response like he has some great burden.

“That’s not up to bratty princesses to decide, is it?”

“No, Sir,” you whimper back.

“No,” he agrees. “That’s for me to decide. I get to decide because I’m in charge.” He punctuates the sentence with a spank.

“I am your Dom, Princess.” Spank.

“If you want to be a brat or a baby, then I am your Daddy,” He gives you another spank, so hard this time that you jolt forward, sighing an odd mix between a whimper and hiss.

“But any way you want to look at it, any way you behave. You are mine.” Spank.

“Do you understand?” Bradley asks you slowly. His hand that is pressed into the center of your back drifts down lower, tracing soothing circles.

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good,” he whispers and spanks you again.

You do whimper this time, loudly. You let one of your hands grip the edge of the Hawaiian shirt Rooster is still is wearing, working it in-between your fingers.

“How many was that?”

“Ten,” you tell him shakily.

“Five more.” He says then.

“Five?” You gasp, clutching the fabric in your hands tighter. You turn to look at him, abandoning the floor in front of you.

“Yes, because I told you to be naked. And you still have these lacy little panties on. Don’t you?”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I forgot them.”

“No, you are smarter than to forget something like that. Aren’t you, baby?” He coos the question to you. “You were choosing to be bratty.”

Rooster's eyes are more black than any other color with how wide his pupils are blown. That flush of anger, more lust than anything now, staining his skin. His eyes meet yours, and his tongue darts to wet his lips, dragging a little on his mustache. You break eye contact with him and stare at the floor again, ready to accept the punishment.

“I want you to count them.” He tells you

Smack, your ass stings again, but it’s mainly from the flesh already being abused. “Eleven.”

Smack. It is intentional, you know; these blows are significantly less painful than the previous ones.

“Twelve,” you choke out.

Thirteen and fourteen come in rapid succession. You almost aren’t able to get the numbers out in-between.

“Only one more princess, you are taking it so well. Can you do one more?” He asks you.

“Yes,” you confirm.

When Bradley smacks your ass for the final time, you gasp and clench your thighs together.

He leaves you there for a moment to calm down, but it’s not long until he pulls you back up and stares at your face, searching.

“You took that like a very good girl,” he praises you.

He leans forward, ready to ghost his lips over yours. However, you are still too raw and in your head. So, you turn your face just enough to the side that Bradley’s lips catch the edge of your mouth instead.

He pulls back from you and narrows his eyes. You only blink back, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. He leans in to kiss you again, and you once again turn away. A rumble of displeasure falls from his chest at your actions.

“You still haven’t learned your lesson, baby?” Bradley questions you.

Bradley pushes you down onto your knees, then. He starts to shrug off his Hawaiian over shirt, but you risk raising from your knees to stop him.

You lean into his space and ghost your lips over the edge of one of his ears. Even with you standing and him sitting on the edge of the bed, he feels so tall. Your hands trace over his arms and down his chest slightly to catch the shirt’s open edge and push it back off his shoulders.

Maybe there were ways you could take care of Bradley, too, at least in the bedroom.

You drag your hands down his chest to start lifting his wife beater, and you briefly let your nails run along his abs and shoulders. As soon as it pulls free, you throw it away from the bed, vaguely in the direction of the laundry hamper.

Bradley is watching you with wide eyes, his mouth just slightly ajar. You graze your lower lip with your teeth, feasting on the sight of him shirtless.

“So handsome,” you utter. You are rewarded for the compliment with the small pleased smile that splits his face.

It inspires you to lean forward, kissing the scar on his chin, then the ones on his neck. Lower you nibble in random places and trace the lines of his chest with your tongue.

“Do not tease me,” he growls at you.

So, you shift back on your heels for him. Then audibly whining as your still raw skin makes contact with your calves. You bounce forward, so you are more upright, the weight more on your knees than on your ass and calves.

Bradley unbuckles his pants, and you help pull them down his legs. Your hands get lost along the way again, tracing his muscular thighs. You circle his knee caps slowly before shoving the jeans and boxers out of the way. Tracing back up his calves to pull off the graphic socks with little roosters and planes on them, a gift from his last birthday.

And there is Bradley’s hard cock; he is the perfect size. You simply admire him for a moment as he situates himself on the edge of the bed again.

“Maybe your mouth will want to do more talking once I fuck it.” Bradley muses out loud. He is cupping your jaw, lifting your eyes to look at him instead of his cock.

His thick thumb presses to your lips, and you open your mouth for it. Sucking on it, your tongue tracing the pad of the digit.

Bradley groans and withdraws his thumb. You don’t let it go easily, though, sucking harder as he tries to retreat and just barely grazing it with your teeth. He cups the side of your head to steady you then.

You lean forward, kitty licking the tip of his dick. Lapping it a few times, you are tempted to continue on the teasing path. As you start to consider it, though, Bradley’s hand is heavy on the back of your head, pressing you forward the tiniest bit. It reminds you that this was supposed to be a punishment.

You open your mouth more, taking him into your mouth.

Bradley groans and you wrap one hand tight around his ankle, grounding yourself. Your other hand settles on his thigh. He lets you start at your own pace, slowly sliding more of him into your mouth. You build a rhythm, relaxing your throat. When he reaches the back of your throat, you start to pull back, but Bradley lightly bucks his hips forward as you do.

You can’t help but gag slightly since you aren’t prepared for it. You instinctually try and draw back and are stopped. Bradley’s hand threads into your hair, giving it a tug. That makes a moan vibrate in your throat. Your moan reverberates right through him, ringing up his spine until it’s echoed out of his own mouth.

He holds you there in place, mouth full, not moving and not letting you move either. So you wait, anticipation sitting in your stomach. He is heavy and hot in your mouth as you wait.

You lift your eyes to meet his. Bradley’s eyes are molten, and his jaw is set. When your gazes meet, and he raises that same eyebrow again. As he smirks down at you, he shifts his hips in a small movement. The thrusts get longer until he is fucking into your mouth.

He keeps up until he has a steady rhythm. Your jaw starts to ache slightly, and not for the first time, you curse Bradley’s stamina and sex drive. Of course, there were many explanations for it: being a pilot, his diet, being a sex god, genetics, how often he fucks you, just because he was Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw. Whatever the explanation, it doesn’t matter as he abuses your mouth.

You finally start to see signs that tell you he is close. The way his thighs start to quiver a little more than normal. How he is just a little too far gone to have consistency in how hard he is pulling your hair; almost slack for one thrust, and then your roots are stinging a thrust or two later.

You trace the hand you have on his thigh, gliding it over his fine leg hair until you’re cupping his balls.

“Fuck,” he hisses into the air, and you flash your eyes upward again to try and glance at his face. His eyes are squeezed closed, and a bead of sweat is sliding down his neck.

You gently start to massage his balls and squeeze your hand still wrapped around his ankle tightly. Dirty praise falls from his mouth.

“My little bratty slut.” He tells you, hitting the back of your throat and drawing back again.

“Are you going to be good? Can you take it all?” Bradley asks you, his voice low and ragged, broken up slightly by panting.

You moan in your throat and squeeze his ankle tight in a way of telling him yes. When he next hits the back of your throat, he pushes further, drawing you down to the base of his dick. Then, moaning loudly, he cums down your throat. You swallow it down in gulps, well acquainted with the taste.

“So good, princess.” He tells you, pulling out of your mouth. You open and close your jaw a few times before resting your head on Bradley’s thigh. His fingers pull through your hair, working through the knots he finds and massaging your scalp.

“So good,” you repeat back to him, turning your head enough to mouth a soft kiss against his leg and close your eyes for a minute.

“How are you doing, princess?” He asks, checking in with you. You hum contently at first while you decide.

“I’m wet.” You decide to tell him.

“Show me how wet, princess,” He responds. His hands grip your arms, helping pull you up into the bed, and getting you situated in the middle.

You reach out and adjust the pillows to your liking before leaning back against them. Bradley opens your legs and traces his thumb across the seam of your panties. You roll your hips forward into his thumb when he starts tracing your clit. Then he pulls them off you, exposing your pussy to him.

He brings your panties up to his nose, inhaling deeply, before throwing them over his shoulder. The sight makes you moan and clench around nothing. Bradley leans forward, and you finally allow him to kiss you.

His lips move slowly against yours. His tongue licks into your mouth, tasting himself there. You wrap one of your legs against Bradley’s hip, trying to urge him close to you. However, he reaches to the side of the bed and starts rummaging.

You break the kiss to see what he is reaching for. When his hand emerges with a vibrator. He pressed it in between your thighs. You jerk, The toy feeling cold against your heated skin.

He leaves it there while drawing you into another kiss. Bradley’s teeth sink into your lower lip, making you inhale through your nose sharply. He clicks the power button, and the vibrator comes alive on the lowest setting.

The room fills with the sound of muffled buzzing, kissing, and the breaths you manage to steal. While you sloppily make out, Bradley doesn’t move or adjust the vibrator once.

Giving you a hard kiss Bradley pulls away, trailing kisses down your neck. He sucks hard on your collarbone, biting it to solidify the hickey. His mustache only tickles a little bit going down your chest, where he latches onto one of your nipples.

He moves the vibrator so that it is pressed against your clit. You sigh at the stimulation and grip the sheets on either side of you in each hand. Next, Bradley moves to your other nipple, nibbling at it.

He eventually pulls away from you, leaning back, turning up the vibrator to a higher setting, and working it against you. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” Bradley says, eyes trained on the motion of the toy.

"Please, Brad," you beg him, grinding your hips into the toy.

"Brad?" He pulls the toy away from you, and you groan at the loss.

"Sir," you correct yourself. Bradley rewards you by allowing the vibrator to touch you again but doesn't put any pressure on it. Heat is burning at your core, and you feel raw want for him seeping out of yourself. You toss your head back in frustration with him.

"Sir, please," you beg again, but don't get results this time.

"Sir," you pant out when Bradley's hand holds your hips still, forcing you to just endure his teasing.

"I need you, Daddy," You say next, and that does inspire something in him. He smirks and squeezes your hips.

"Pretty words, princess. Tell Daddy what you need."

And fuck, what didn't you need from Bradley Bradshaw? You need everything from him. You need his cock inside you. You need his body sweaty and sticky against yours. You need to have bruises in the shape of his mouth and fingers tomorrow. You need him to fuck your brains out. You need him to hold you and love you. You need him to make you his.

You whine, not sure how to put it into words. Bradley always knew what you wanted and needed from him, so now that he wanted you to say it, you weren't sure what to actually ask for.

"Fuck me," you tell him. Bradley pushes the vibrator into you then, and you clench around the intrusion. He slowly starts pumping it into you, but it isn't enough.

"Like this?" He sweetly asks you.

The vibrations from the toy radiate through your cunt, making you cry out. Bradley makes sure to angle it just right, and when your moans get a little too much, he starts to pull it out of you. Then repeating the maddening process over again. Finally, you dig your nails into the forearm holding the vibrator.

"No, please. You know what I need." You tell him, sticking out your lip and meeting his eyes with your own, giving him a pleading look.

"That's right," he nods to your words. "I do know what you need, baby. You need me to pound the brat out of your pussy too," he declares.

He pulls the toy out of you, turning it off and setting it to the side. He lines you up with his cock. Bradley pushes into you slowly, then not stopping the motion until you are stretched around him, groins pressing flush together.

He splays his hand wide across on your lower belly, pressing down, which makes you clench around him. You drop a knee to the side and wrap the other leg around his waist. Bradley uses the additional room you provide him to push himself deeper into you.

"You are so tight," he moans. He angles his thumb so that it presses against your clit. Bradley swirls it in a slow circle while pulling his cock out of you at almost the same pace. You feel like you might lose your mind at this rate.

"You fill me up so good," you groan out.

"You like it when I touch you, baby?" He asks you.

"Yes," you pant out in quick response. You hope it will get him to touch you more. Bradley doesn't disappoint. He starts to mouth at your skin and speeds up his rhythm.

"Don't forget it," Bradley tells you, following the statement with a hard bite.

He fucks you harder until you are both dripping with sweat. Your hips are canting up, meeting his every thrust. You feel the muscles in your legs and abdomen quivering right on the edge, waiting to come.

Then, the blunt edge of his nail catches your clit where he is rubbing you. The gentle scrape is enough to send you creeping over the edge and coming. You spasm around Bradley, gasping, a moan catching and breaking in the back of your throat.

He keeps fucking you but slows down to short deep thrusts until you are less blissed out. You focus your gaze on him, admiring the concentration set in his features. The heavy weight of his body pressing into yours.

You smash your mouth against Bradley's. You thread a hand into his short curls pulling him as close to you as you can. His thumb retreats from touching your clit, but he is still balls deep in you.

The kissing starts to get dirtier. His tongue teasing yours, dominating your mouth. You are still sensitive from your orgasm and actually, pull your hips back from his so he isn't pressed so deeply in you. Bradley follows your lead and pulls even further out, so just the head of his dick is inside you.

When your mouths separate for breath, you pant into his mouth, only centimeters apart. You flick your tongue out, licking your bottom lip and letting it graze against the texture of his mustache and plush upper lip. Moans spill from his throat, making you feel a little proud of what you have accomplished.

You feel the burn inside you growing again, already so much closer after the last orgasm. Bradley's cock remains shallow, thrusting into you at a leisurely pace like he is in no hurry to do anything else.

"I thought you were going to fuck me with your fat cock, Sir," you whine to him. His rhythm stutters, and he comes to a grinding halt in you. Bradley's eyes snap open. He is clearly shocked to hear your little taunt.

He pulls out of you entirely, making you whimper at the loss. He flips you on your belly again, pulling your hips up to meet his. He slides back into you in a long hard stroke. Bradley presses you firmly into the bed, the side of your face smashing into the pillows.

"Take it then," Bradley says, not relenting for even a moment to speak the words. At this angle, the head of his cock repeatedly hits your cervix. It punches the breath out of you each time.

Your legs are shaking, and you rut against him. You are desperate with the build up of your second orgasm, but it feels too far out of reach. You whine and resist the hold of his hand, pinning you down. That prompts him to push you harder into the mattress.

"Just like that, princess," He moans loudly for you, his pace faltering just slightly, letting you know he is close. You are close too. You feel like you are on fire. Your skin feels like it's attached to you too tight.

"Need more, need you," you beg him. Bradley listens. He doesn't go faster, but he thrusts into you harder. Each snap of his hips brings you closer to ecstasy. Wrapping his hand around your throat, he pulls you back against his chest.

Bradley is the only thing you can process now. How his chest feels with its quick rise and falls against your back. How his large hand grips your throat, a steady, reassuring hold. How hot his breath is against your ear in short puffs and grunts. The way his hips grind into yours with a slight twist every time he bottoms out. How his other hand grips your waist hard, fingertips pressed into you, making indented flesh, like you might slip away from him.

"How's that, princess?" He asks.

"So good, you're so good." You chant for him as much as you can with your oxygen restricted. Desperate for something to grip, you dig your nails into the side of his thigh.

Bradley groans, lowering his head where he bites into your shoulder. The tinge of pain and how he snaps his hips is all it takes. You are falling over the edge again. The tension wound tight in your core, flooding out of you and into your body.

Bradley spills into you a few thrusts later. Your body still shaking and your walls still occasionally fluttering around him in you. He rolls his hips into you a few more times and relaxes the tight hold he had on your hips and neck. He is praising you and pressing soft open mouth kisses anywhere he can reach.

He gently pulls out of you. It's an immediately empty feeling that your body wasn't prepared for after spending so much time stuffed full of him. You collapse forward into the mattress again with jelly legs. You are exhausted.

Bradley gives you water that he brought earlier. He presses yet another gentle kiss to your forehead before getting up from the bed. You hear him mutter something, but your brain is too fried to process it.

The moment Bradley is out of the room, though, you start to panic. The emotions rise from deep in your chest and feel like they are going to strangle you, making it hard to breathe.

You take a few shaky breaths before all of it bubbles to a boil, and tears stream down your face. Then, it only takes a few more breaths before they become full on sobs wracking your whole body.

You wrap your arms around yourself and hiccup, trying desperately to stop the tears and the emotions flooding your system, but nothing seems to be working.

You had only been crying a minute or two before Bradley was back in the doorway. Seeing the state you are in, he rushes over to your side, tossing the pajamas, towels, and sheets he had stacked in his arms to the side.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks you. His voice is steady and slow, still raw from moaning your name. Bradley does so well in situations like this; he always keeps a level head. A source of steadiness and care. You briefly start to consider if that's one of the reasons he is such a fantastic pilot.

Bradley repeats the question to you, and you flinch. Not a small flinch but a whole body flinch, expecting another spank to be delivered. It doesn't come; there is only Bradley, slowly rubbing your arms in an up and down motion trying to soothe you. He is making small shushing noises.

You shift closer to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and cling to him tight. You were almost in a fetal position with your legs pressed close to your chest. Bradley was quick on the uptake. He shifts, so he is leaning back against y'all's headboard.

His arms wrap around your naked body, holding you close to his chest.

"Tighter, please," you finally managed to request. Your fingers dig just a little bit into the skin of his neck. Bradley instantly flexes his arms, squeezing you a little tighter and a little closer to him.

"Take your breaths with me, baby." You hear him mutter, but you can't do it. The sobs wracking your body are still too much.

At least this time, you don't flinch waiting for punishment when you can't follow directions. Bradley starts to rock you back and forth, still making soothing noises, reminding you to breathe or following his own deep breaths.

"I can't," you finally manage to gasp out between sobs. One of Bradley's arms unwraps from you to cradle your head, his thumb tracing smooth lines over your jaw and occasionally sweeping down your neck.

"I got you, princess," he says, and you know it's true.

You adjust your grip on him so that your arms wrap around his narrow waist, and you press your face almost harshly into the juncture of his shoulder and neck. You just breathe him in then, finally feeling some of the panic that had a vice grip on your throat release. The heavy feeling in your chest eases, allowing you to take deeper breaths.

After too much effort, you can finally match his breathing. The moment you start to praise fills your ears from the deep rumble in his chest.

"That's it, baby. You are so good for me." You process what he is saying, and the tears streaming down your face subside until they are only occasional, not constant.

"Bradley," you whisper, mouthing the words into his neck more than anything else.

"Yes, baby? What do you need?"

"Do you love me?"

"Of course," his answer is instantaneous, without doubt, or hesitancy.

"Am I not good to you?" You ask him, closing your eyes and pressing your face into his neck again, unwilling to see any kind of reaction he might have to your words.

"You are good to me, princess," he reassures you, but you feel the muscles in his arms tense where he is holding you.

"Is this because I called you a brat?" He asks.

"I didn't mean to be a brat." You defend yourself slightly. You release one of the arms holding him to you desperately and instead bring it closer so that you can trace the scars littering his neck and chest within reach for you.

"I know you didn't mean to be a brat."

"I know you don't like brats."

"I don't," he agrees. "But I love you, so it's okay."

More tears leak out of your eyes hearing him say that, and you have to suck in another ragged deep breath so you don't sob again.

"If you love me, and I'm good to you. Then why don't you like taking care of me anymore?" You finally manage to push out. The motive behind all your actions and your insecurities is laid out in-between you.

The words sit there in the tiny space you've left between you. They taste like when you forget to brush your teeth after going out drinking, sitting sour heavy in your mouth. You cringe at how they almost sound like an accusation against Bradley, against the most amazing man you have ever met. You instantly want to take them back, wishing you had kept them inside, put them into the lock box, and left them there.

It's Bradley's breath that catches this time. You hear it as much as you feel it under you. His muscles freeze under and around you. You wait. Wait for his exhale. Wait for his muscles to relax, for him to unwind, and reassurances and excuses to follow.

You are waiting too long. Bradley is completely frozen. You resist his hold on you, only willing and able to move away far enough from his grasp to scan his face. He is looking forward towards the far wall of your room. His eyes dart back and forth rapidly like he is reading a document.

"Bradley?" His name inspires a reaction, which is somewhat of a comfort. He sucks in a few rapid breaths. His gaze flashes down to meet yours, and you are briefly consumed by the depths of it before he looks away back to the far wall.

Bradley slowly relaxes, except for his arms around you. He crushes you close to his chest, not tighter than when you started crying, but nearly.

"I haven't been taking care of you?" He finally asks you. It's a detached, distant tone of voice that you don't recognize from Bradley.

You can't say anything now. You already regret the words and don't want to dig into them further. If you could rewind and go back to just a few minutes ago before you said them, you would. Bradley waits; he doesn't push you for an answer and doesn't punish you for not giving him one this time. He doesn't let go of you either.

You decide to lie to him and shove your raw feelings into a box. You prepare to tell him how, of course, you've felt taken care of. You didn't know what you were even saying. They were just more bratty words, but he beats you to the punch.

"You're right. I don't deserve a good girl like you."

"You do. You are amazing, Bradley."

"Please don't lie to me, princess." He gruffly tells you. Your heart clenches hard in your chest.

"It's not a lie." You stroke the side of his neck, trying to provide comfort. "You are the best man I've ever met."

He scoffs hearing that. "Not if I haven't been taking care of you. Then I hardly even deserve to be called a man at all."

"I'm a grown woman. I don't need a man to take care of me. My hormones are probably just out of wack. That's where all this came from. Can we chalk it up to that and leave it?"

"I know you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. You have to do it every time I leave. But you shouldn't have to when I am here. Plus, I'm not just any man."

"Please, Bradley. I promise it doesn't matter."

"Of course, it matters! How you feel will always matter to me."

You sigh into his neck. The emotions in you pull so tight you know that if this conversation continues, you will likely break into tears again.

"What do you need to hear for this to be better?"

"I need what I always need. I need honesty and the truth."

"You won't let me take it back, will you?"

"No. I need you to tell me how you feel."

"I feel like you don't enjoy taking care of me anymore." You start, repeating what you already had said. You wait for him to say something, but he stays quietly listening, so you continue.

"I feel like you are days away from breaking up with me. Sometimes, I feel like you would rather be anywhere but dealing with me. I feel like I'm a chore. I feel like I won't be your girlfriend by the time you next ship off. It feels like you are just waiting for the right moment, doing what you must until it's the right time or convenient to end it."

You pause to take a deep breath. Waiting for him to say something now.

"Fuck," Bradley sighs the word. It is under his breath, and you hear it only because you are cuddled so close to him. "That couldn't be further from the truth for me, baby. But you are right about something. I have no intention for you to be my girlfriend by the time I have to go again. I'm hoping you will be much more than that."

You have never felt your heart plummet and then rise again within such a short span of time. You are consumed with the need to see his face. You struggle against Bradley's arms holding you, wiggling until he lets you go. You climb out of his embrace and lie down on your side, motioning for him to do the same. Bradley lowers himself down on the bed until he is lying parallel to you.

You pull him closer until various parts of you are still brushing, but you can stare at his face now. You reach up, cupping his cheek, and stare into his eyes like they hold the answers to the universe. You briefly consider that maybe they do.

"I need examples," Bradley utters as his arm slings across your waist.

"It's stupid, Bradley. My own made up insecurities over tiny things that aren't real."

"It's not stupid. I want to know. We can only put these insecurities to rest if we acknowledge them. And, so, I can make sure I'm not hurting you. I would never intentionally hurt you," Bradley says with conviction.

You sigh and trace the scar on his chin for a long moment trying to think of examples. "Last week, you didn't kiss me when you got home from the store. And sometimes you talk about our house like, it's just a temporary place, not our home."

"Baby, this is just a temporary place. I could get restationed any day."

"It's not about the actual house Bradley. It's about me. I know you'll get restationed at some point, or we will finally buy our own place. But when you talk about it like that, I sometimes feel like I'm not your home." The final sentence comes out in a broken whisper.

Bradley's hand that is on your hip digs into the flesh hard. It makes you whine a little bit, more from the surprise of the grip than anything else.

"You are the only thing I have to come home to. I don't care if we live here, in the back of the Bronco, or in a cardboard box. It wouldn't matter to me. You are my home, baby. I ain't got no one else." He searches your eyes like he is looking for something when he says those words. But, he must eventually find it because the edge of his lip quirks up he relaxes his hand again.

"I'll work on that," he promises you. "And I'll try not to forget any more kisses. If I do, I want you to stop me, no matter what's going on, and ask me if I forgot something. If you ever want kisses, baby, I am always more than happy to oblige."

You take him up on the offer right then and there, leaning forward and sealing your lips against his. It's a slow and tender kiss. The kind that you only have when someone knows you entirely. When Bradley pulls away, he leaves his forehead pressed against yours.

"What are some other things?" He whispers the question.

"You let me go to my last doctor's appointment alone," you say, trying to scrounge your mind for more random examples.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think you would want me to be at your gynecologist appointment."

"You just didn't even offer. It's not like anyone in the world is more acquainted with my vagina than you and me." You laugh even saying the words, the heavy feeling in your chest finally subsiding. Bradley joins you, letting out a few chuckles. You hadn't actually wanted him to come to the appointment, but it was more about the point of him wanting to go.

"I'll be at the next one," he promises you.

"I don't actually want you to go," you start to tell him, but he cuts you off.

"No takes backs, princess. If I am here, I will be at the appointment. Your birth control and uterine health are very important to me." You laugh at him shaking your head at his silliness.

"What else?" Bradley asks you again.

"I don't have anything else I can think of right now," you tell him honestly.

"And when you think of some. What are you going to do?"

"I'll let you know," you say, but it's not in a convincing tone.

"Thank you. That's all I ever want, is for you to talk to me. I can't help or fix things if I don't know what's wrong."

"You are just so perfect. The thought of bothering you to ask for more... it feels selfish."

"It's not selfish," he reassures you kindly. "I would do anything for you. I want to do everything for you."

"I love you, Bradley," you tell him, kissing and pulling him close to your body. He kisses you back, his devotion for you bleeding into every movement of his mouth and how his hand starts to caress your side.

You try to hold him to you when he pulls away this time. But he just tsks his tongue at you, giving you a goofy smile.

"I need to change the sheets. You need to pee. And we should probably shower."

He moves to lift you up in his arms, but you squirm, pouting until he drops you back on the bed.

"Princess, I thought we were done with being bratty." He groans out, but there is no real bite in his words, especially not with how he is smiling at you.

"I think I might like being bratty sometimes." You tease him, spreading your sore body out for him like an invite.

He scoops you into his arms again, ignoring your wiggles, walking towards the bathroom. "That's okay, princess. I like spanking you to teach you a lesson."

You hide your grin in his neck until he sets you down gently on the bathroom counter. Bradley starts the shower so it can warm up. Then he heads back to the bedroom to change the sheets, but not before giving you a pointed look.

He is already back in your bedroom when you call after him, your voice still feeling a little horse. "Lieutenant Bradshaw?"

"Yes, Ma'am?" He calls back.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

He literally sprints back into the bathroom, which makes you giggle. Rooster comes to a little sliding stop on one of the floor mats in front of you. One of his large hands cups the back of your head and the other holds your cheek. You part your mouth in anticipation, but he kisses your forehead first. Then each one of your eyes and nose.

"My love," he sighs the words, giving you a wide grin before finally kissing your mouth.

The phrase bounces around your head a few times before making its way into your chest and settling warmly there, starting to blossom. You were his, and he was yours. Sometimes things can just be simple like that.

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—𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

frat!bradley bradshaw x f!reader

dagger squad college!au

summary: bradley meets the girl he believes to be his good luck charm at a party. the only problem is, he doesn't have a clue who she is or how to find her again.

wc: 2.1k

warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname clover), a wild jake and ace appears, explicit swearing, alcohol, college parties, slight nudity, tattoos

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𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!

You hated your ex with a passion. You knew what he was doing the second you saw his arm around Allison freaking Simpson. Not only was she the dean’s daughter, but she was also one of the top students of their class.

In other words, she was everything you were not. Your ex was trying to prove a point and you hated that it was working.

Deep breathes, you remind yourself, thinking back to the meditation classes you took over the summer.

Your eye twitches at the sound of Allison’s obviously over exaggerated giggles. Tyler Jacobs was not that funny.

“He’s not worth your time,” a soft voice from beside you interrupts your glaring.

It was a girl you recognized from your classes over the years. Quiet, yet incredibly smart and snarky when need be. You’ve never actually talked to her much, but she was thoughtful and much more tolerable than a majority of your peers.

“You used to date Tyler Jacobs, right?” Apparently, she was also very observant.

You cringe at that. “Unfortunately.”

She hums, before returning her gaze to her notes. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you could do much better.”

Now that makes you laugh. “Thanks,” you send her a genuine smile.

You knew she was right. You could do so much better. Tyler was all you’ve known. Dating since high school, prom king and queen, the whole cliche. You just needed to expand your horizons.

After another grueling hour and a half of listening to your professor talk about god knows what, you’re more than relieved to finally be released from class.

The girl beside you packs up with haste, almost like she has somewhere to be.

“Hey, Ace, tell that boyfriend of yours that he can suck my dick!” Tyler yells after her.

“Go screw yourself, Jacobs,” she replies with a flash of her finger.

You wrap your arm around her, noticing the tension in her shoulders as you deliberately announce, “I’ve seen it and trust me, your boyfriend would not be impressed.”

The people around you snicker, making Tyler’s face turn red, and you smirk in satisfaction.

The girl, who you remember was called Ace, is laughing as you guide her out of the lecture hall.

“His face was priceless!” Ace says between laughs.

You shrug with a smile. “I only said what’s true!”

Ace shakes her head. “Amazing.”

A call of her name distracts her, and you both turn to see a tall, blond man jogging toward the both of you.

You won’t lie. He was incredibly good looking. But the way his gaze was set on Ace told you all you needed to know. “The boyfriend, I’m assuming?”

He wraps Ace up in his arms and she playfully rolls her eyes at his display of affection.

“The one and only,” he grins. “Jake Seresin, pleasure to meet you. It’s so nice seeing you branch out, Ace. She is so anti-social, I swear,” he murmurs from the side of his mouth.

She scoffs, smacking her boyfriend on the arm. “Shut up!”

You laugh along with the duo, your heart aching at how in love they were. Even if they didn’t know it yet, you could tell they would be together for a long time. You had a knack for noticing those kinds of things–relationships that were meant to last and matchmaking. You take pride in the fact that you were the one to set up your old high school math teacher with your favorite art teacher. Now, they were happily married and had two kids with one more on the way.

The one person you were unable to help in the love department, however, was yourself. How absolutely ironic.

You used to think Tyler Jacobs was the one. You imagined the two of you growing old together, having kids, and telling them the stories of how the two of you fell in love. Being with him since your freshman year of high school and knowing him since kindergarten made you truly believe that he was the love of your life.

Up until a month ago, when everything came crashing down and everything you thought you knew turned out to be a lie.

“Hey, you should come to the Delta Chi party this weekend,” Jake offers, noticing the sudden lull in conversation.

Ace nods with a smile. “Yeah, something to take your mind off that ex of yours.”

You eye Jake, unable to contain your growing grin. “A frat party?”

Jake winks. “Only the best frat on campus.”

Ace was right, you needed to take your mind off Tyler. You wanted to prove that you didn’t need him–that you never did. Besides, when did you ever say no to a party? “Alright, I’ll be there.”

»»————- ♣︎ ————-««

You’ve been to so many parties, the sweaty bodies and loud music no longer deter you.

Pushing your way through the crowd, you say hi to some familiar faces as you make your way to the drinks.

One of the Delta Chi guys gives you a cup full of cheap beer, which you gladly accept. You continue to wander around the house, only being there once before. With Tyler.

Just even thinking of him makes you nauseous. Downing the rest of your cup, you go back to the keg, desperate for another drink.

Two becomes three.

Three becomes four.

Until, eventually, you’ve lost count and the only thing you can feel is the warmth of the alcohol and the beating of the bass in your chest.

You hardly remember Tyler and Allison nor the aching heartbreak you’ve been going through for over a month now.

It was just you and the dance floor. And maybe a few frat guys and sorority girls you didn’t know the names of but danced with anyways.

Your cup was empty again and you groaned at the realization. You stumble your way back to the drink station, no longer able to control your heavy footsteps and swinging limbs.

Your vision is so hazy that you don’t see the body you haphazardly bump into.

“Holy shit!” the person says as you catch yourself on the table.

He turns around with wide, doe-like eyes. Even through the horribly lit area and hue from the alcohol, you could tell that the guy in front of you was hot. His slightly curly hair was plastered to his forehead through the sheen of sweat that glistened on his skin. You could tell he was muscular, even under the ridiculous Hawaiian shirt he was wearing. And his eyes… you couldn’t pinpoint the exact color they were due to the poor lighting, but they were what you would describe as kind.

He gapes at you like a fish out of water. You catch yourself giggling at his flustered state.

“Are you some kind of good luck charm or something?” He blurts out.

“What?” you slur. You boldly grab his forearm in order to steady yourself from swaying too much. You bite your tongue to hold back a sigh as the smell of cinnamon and faint cologne floods your senses.

“I said, are you some kind of good luck charm or something? Because I just won that shit!” He gestures sloppily to the table where a game of beer pong was set up.

“No way!” You bounce on your toes, feeling giddy from the excitement oozing off the guy in front of you.

He nods vigorously. “I was about to make that shot, but then you bumped into me and I still got it in. That was awesome. You are a good luck charm! You’re like a… like a…”

Your eyes light up as he continues to think. “Like a four leafed clover?”

He snaps his fingers. “Yeah!”

A mischievous grin tugs at your lips while your fingers tug your shirt upwards. Rolling the loose tee you have on so it’s resting just right above your bra, you turn. “You mean like this?”

His gaze zeroes in on the image inked below your right breast, on the edge of your rib cage. There lies a delicately etched four leaf clover.

The tug in your chest is palpable. The pull this guy has on you is strange, yet welcomed. It was unlike anything you’ve felt before, even with Tyler. You wanted to beckon him closer. You wanted him to take his fingers on his large hand and delicately trace the outline of where you are most vulnerable.

Your grip on your shirt loosens as it rolls back down your chest to your abdomen, suddenly feeling self conscious of how forward you were. Great, you just met the guy and now you’re gonna scare him away.

He opens his mouth to speak, gaze glancing back up to meet yours, clearly rendered speechless by the unexpected action before him.

“Yo, Rooster! Come on, someone’s trying to beat your time on the keg!”

He’s interrupted by another guy who shakes his shoulders and pulls him away without another word.

He gives you one last look over his shoulder, one apologetic and full of longing before you lose him in the crowd.

Rooster. What a strange nickname.

You just hope your sober self remembers it tomorrow.

»»————- ♣︎ ————-««

Bradley can’t tell if the pounding is in his head or coming from his bedroom door. His head feels like a bowling ball and he can barely open his eyes without feeling like he was getting stabbed through his skull.

He rolls over, throwing his pillow over his head. He prays that whoever is on the other side of the door gets the hint and leaves him alone.

Much to his dismay, the person ends up inviting themself in anyway.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty! Welcome back to the land of the living,” Jake’s irritating Texas drawl rings through his ears.

Bradley groans, tossing his pillow lamely at him. “Go. Away.”

“No can do, Bradshaw. Up! Up! Up!” He shouts, clapping his hands in front of Bradley’s face like a drill sergeant.

Bradley wishes it were Jake in his place right now. In another time, it was Jake that was in his place. Bradley would be the one ushering him and his latest fling out of bed. When he started dating Ace, Jake changed. She straightened him up—made him lose the fuck boy act and be more respectful. Now it was time for Jake to have his fun. He hates how much Jake is enjoying Bradley being on the other end of the stick.

“Go away before I rip your dick off,” Bradley threatens with narrowed eyes.

Jake doesn’t take Bradley’s comment the way he wanted him to. His cackle and the rush of sunlight that enters the room makes Bradley whine pathetically. Even with his eyes squeezed shut, the light from outside was burning through his eyelids.

“Reuben cooked breakfast. Hurry up if you want to eat anything other than bread crusts,” Jake announces before, not so softly, shutting his bedroom door.

Bradley throws his pillow back over his head to block out all the light and sighs. Every time they host a party, he swears that he won’t drink too much. And every time without fail, he ends up blackout drunk and in bed with a sorority girl. Which is why he’s surprised that, for once, he can actually remember the night before. There wasn’t much significance to last night. Just like any other Friday, Delta Chi was throwing another rager. All his friends were there as well as the usual sororities. However, last night at the beer pong table was embedded into his mind.

He could still smell the perfume of the girl he recalls being his good luck charm. He could see her bright smile and the tattoo she willingly flashed at him. A dopey smile tugs at his lips as he reminisces about last night.

His euphoric haze is cut short when he realizes he never even got your name. Bradley didn’t know who you were or who you were with. He finds himself getting more of a headache trying to remember if he has ever seen you at any of the Greek life events on campus. He doubts you were in a sorority. He’s sure he would’ve remembered seeing a face like yours.

The best thing he could do is ask if anyone knew a girl with a clover tattoo, but even that would probably get him nowhere.

The pounding in his chest didn’t settle as he continued to relive the interaction from the night before. If only he hadn’t been pulled away by Omaha, he probably would’ve mustered up enough courage to get your name and number. He maybe would have even asked you out on a date. But he was whisked away in an instant. After the fiasco at the keg, Bradley wandered around the house trying to find you, with absolutely no luck. He didn’t understand what it was, but he was convinced that he needed to see you again. He had to.

Even in his hung over state of mind, Bradley was on a mission. First, he was going to sober up and shower. Then was going to find his four leafed clover.

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tremendouscreationperson · 10 months

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So are there any fics where people just assume Arthur is batshit crazy?

Bradley who isn't called Arthur in this timeline was always a promising young lad, his parents helped him with his somewhat odd hobbies of archery and fencing and even just playing strategist games with him

He is fascinated by the Greek and Roman Gods, Ancient Egypt and Camelot

His dad takes him to book stores and he becomes somewhat of a history buff

One day (idk say he's like 22-25) he gets these odd dreams and at first it's just the odd comment "no Gwen was black not white" he has no proof, no evidence, but he knows his dreams aren't wrong

They become more vivid and eventually lead to a breakdown because he is confused about his place in this modern world

He doesn't know why but he drives to Wales, he has to, something is calling him there

Merlin had decided this time around he was going to be a doctor, he had studied when he lived in Ireland (even picking up the accent again) but had stayed too long there and people weren't believing he was 40

Moving to South Wales wasn't the worst idea because he got to visit his lake

The lake

It wasn't his

It hasn't been his for longer than he dare think

Merlin had settled his way into a medicinal career, having been a hacker of sorts to not exactly falsify information

He WAS trained, just under a different name

Merlin hated being back in Wales

He missed everyone

Even Uther

Even Morgana, even after the turn

He just felt so hopeless

Lonely

Just plodding through the new world, learning new skills to distract himself from that

He was perhaps overqualified for the entry level job but who would believe a 20 year old had 30+ years of experience?

The younger he pretended, the longer he could stay in one area

He had made a few friends but always stuck to himself, what was the point in friends these days?

Fingerprints on an abandoned rail

He trudged into work receiving a few "hello Colin"s

He was a carer

Essentially a glorified Merlin

But he'd take it for a few years before he could start mental and physical therapies

Was this a stupid idea

He had just plonked his bag into his locker and placed his lunch in the fridge before he was officially late on the ward

"Col' there's a new patient coming in today." Becky told him between scribbling notes "a fighter, from what I've been told, be careful"

"okay, any other information?"

"no, just a breakdown, probably a few months in here with some meds and he'll be gone." She looked up. "He's not actively hurting himself, but he wanders, he was found just walking into some lake. Obsessive behaviour with history too."

Merlin nodded, it wasn't unusual

He'd seen worse

The patient in question did arrive when Merlin was dealing with Mrs Davies, she had had an episode and needed sedation

He didn't like manhandling a 70 year old but she could punch when needed

He just exited her room when he heard a familiar voice

Becky was informing the new patient of the rules and that number 12 was his room

Merlin thought it only right to say hi whilst he's standing right there

She introduced him to the man, who actually had his back to them and was staring out the window

"Bradley, this is Colin."

"Hello, I'm one of the nurses in charge of your health, be careful of your neighbour in number 13. She's a handful." Queue the awkward chuckle

Merlin had spoke as his brain processed what his eyes were seeing

The man was so familiar

The shoulders

The hair

Even the posture

Curse him for standing Infront of the window because when he turned he was haloed by the golden sun

Merlin's heart stopped

"Merlin?"

The recognition in Arthur's eyes broke Merlin's heart

He was quick to stop himself from running up to the King as Becky was examining the patient's reactions

"hello." Merlin nodded to Arthur "Becky I'm just gonna ask some questions," before mouthing "he thinks I'm part of it"

She gave a look but there was always so much to do so if Colin was offering to finish Bradley's orientation so be it

Once she had left and the door was closed Merlin smiled so widely at Arthur

"you took your time, clotpole"

Tears pooled in Arthur's eyes, "I knew I wasn't crazy. Merlin where have you been?"

Merlin sat on the neatly made bed, Arthur following suit, and explained the past thousand years

He ended it with "had to wait for my King."

Arthur placed a hand in Merlin's knee, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how I acted back then, I'm sorry that you had to hide yourself, why are you here? You're a warlock?!"

Merlin did chuckle at that. "Doesn't exactly pay the bills. I mean it helps but there's also boredom."

Arthur smiled back, the visible ease he had with Merlin vs Becky was comforting

"I'll help you survive this place, you'll be out soon."

"thank you, I don't know why but I kept having these memories, I drove from London to Wales, went to the lake and then I was being pulled out by strangers. I don't remember getting into the water."

"has anything happened like that before or since?"

"no."

"then that's fine."

"why am I back? Why did you stay?"

"Our lives were never our own. Destiny was woven through us. I don't know what we do but we are needed." Merlin hoped Arthur didn't read that as the cop out it was

"you'll stay with me? Even after this place?"

"of course."

"good."

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I wrote this as a part of my falltober fics, I hope you like it!

It is a Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x gn!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!

Day 27: Trick-or-treating

Warnings: none

One thing Bradley found endlessly amusing about you was that you really liked trick-or-treating.

So much so that you really wanted to do it again.

As usual you had grown out of it, not being allowed to go anymore when you were deemed ‘old enough’, but secretly you really missed it.

Bradley had been the first boyfriend you had felt comfortable enough to tell and when you did he started joking about it, but in a loving, rather respectful way.

Every year you watched the little ones pass by and you were so excited when you had a kid, enjoying every bit of her growing up, but especially being there for her first trick-or-treating.

You had asked Mav to house sit for the evening as the two of you wanted to go with little Carrie, named after Bradley’s mother, not King’s heroine, for her first ever trick-or-treating.

She was wearing a flight suit that looked just like her dad’s, because she was very much her daddy’s girl.

Carrie was still quite young but after a few times during which you went up to the door with her she enthusiastically did it on her own, her little voice carrying just far enough to bring the telltale ‘trick or treat!’ exclamation to the family’s ears.

Most of the houses you had chosen were owned by people you knew, your neighbors, friends and family were all delighted when your little sunshine came to visit, in her dad’s outfit nonetheless.

The oohs and awws were music to your ears and your little angel was encouraged by so many positive social interactions.

You were incredibly happy that evening and just relished in the happiness you and Bradley had created for yourself, and your baby girl.

You followed her around a few feet behind and watched Bradley’s grin of pride as well, his chest seemed to swell every time someone said that his baby was cute or kind, and you reached out your hand to intertwine your fingers with his, sharing his joy and pride.

His thumb continuously ran over the back of your hand and he occasionally squeezed it too, seeming as happy as you were in the moment.

You followed Carrie around until you ended up at your next door neighbor's house, a sweet older lady that always loved to see your little joy.

She cooed when she opened the door and waited until Carrie said what she had come to say, the ‘r’ in ‘trick’ and ‘treat’ turning into a ‘w’ due to her exhaustion because of the excitement of the day.

Mrs. Baker only smiled as a yawn left your daughter’s lips.

“My, you seem to have had a busy day,” she said and Carrie nodded, waiting for your neighbor to bring out the candy.

The elder lady took her time as she looked at Carrie’s outfit, and then back over to Bradley and you.

Your husband pulled you closer and wrapped an arm around your waist, looking back at your neighbor with pure happiness.

“You want to be like daddy some day?” She asked, and Carrie nodded vigorously.

A humorous look crossed Mrs. Baker’s face as she glanced at you, knowing exactly what it would mean for you.

You laughed back at her and she moved to get the candy, holding it out so Carrie could grab a handful of it.

The little one scurried back towards you and you ran a hand through her hair while Bradley took the candy from her.

After saying goodbye you went home to Mav, who took Carrie upstairs and got her ready for bed.

You followed Bradley into the kitchen where he sat the bucket filled with candy down, turning around to pull you closer until you were pressed against him, with him leaning against the kitchen isle.

He leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead before pulling away to look at you.

“I know you love trick-or-treating. Was it like you imagined?” He asked as his lips ghosted over your cheeks.

“It was better,” you replied, remembering how happy seeing your little one had made you.

Bradley chuckled as his lips moved to yours, setting a few soft kisses on them.

“I’m glad. I love you,” he whispered, before he started to kiss you in earnest.

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roosterforme · 1 year

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King of the Road | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Bradley picks you up from a night out, you thank him orally on the ride home.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, oral sex, cursing

Length: 1900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series. But it can be read as a stand alone! Check my masterlist.

"Go have fun, Baby Girl. Call me when you want me to pick you up," Bradley told you, kissing your neck and nipping at you. You leaned across the center of the front seat of his Bronco and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. "I'll call you around midnight," you whispered, before gently kissing the long scar on his neck. Then you hopped out onto the sidewalk, adjusting your short dress as you went. There was a line to get into the club for Ladies Throwback Night, with zero guys in sight. "This is going to be so much fun!" Phoenix told you when you spotted her, and you both waved to Bradley as he pulled back into traffic.

You recognized a lot of naval officers as you and Phoenix danced for hours with some other friends. The open bar was perhaps a little bit too enticing, so you kept going back for more drinks. Then your dancing got a little wilder, and you got to thinking about your boyfriend and how enticing he sounded at the moment. "It's almost midnight!" you shouted over the music. "I'm going to call Bradley to pick me up soon. Want a ride home?" Phoenix shook her head. "Nah, I'll stay and get a Lyft later." ---------------------------------------- Bradley jumped up from the couch when you called. "Ready for me to come get you, Sweetheart?" "Yeah!" you said, but he could barely hear you over the music. "Come get me, sexy! I'm ready for you!" "On my way," he replied with a smirk. You were either tipsy, or horny, or both. He would deal with whatever you needed, based on what he found when he arrived at the club. But he was hoping you were horny. When he pulled up to the curb in the club district about a half hour later, he saw you and Nat waiting further up on the sidewalk. And of course there were two guys chatting with you. "Thought this was supposed to be ladies' night," he muttered, putting the Bronco in park and turning the key. Bradley shook his head and looked at you in your skin tight red dress with your flushed cheeks. Your hair was messy now, and he was dying to touch you. He jumped out and walked around to the sidewalk. These guys were so obviously trying to pull you and Nat, he had to laugh. When you spotted him, your face lit up. "Bradley!" you called, wobbling a bit on your high heels as you took a few steps toward him. Oh, you were definitely pretty tipsy, and Nat didn't look much better. The looks of dejection on the guys' faces as they turned and saw how big Bradley was made that smirk return to his face. "Bye Cooper! Bye Jackson!" you called to them, and they turned to slink down the sidewalk. You threw your arms around Bradley's neck and pressed the entire front of your body against his as you kissed him. He ran his fingers along your mostly exposed back before he pulled away and let his eyes dip down to your chest. You leaned back and pushed your tits harder against him, gazing up at him and biting your lip. Yeah, Bradley was getting lucky tonight. "You girls have fun with Cooper and Jackson?" he asked sarcastically. Nat giggled next to him. "They offered to take us to Pleasure Town." "What the fuck?!" Bradley asked, tightening his grip on you. You and Nat erupted into laughter. "It's the name of a club around the corner," you told him, high fiving Phoenix when she raised her hand for you. "I told you it would piss him off," Nat said with a grin. "I'm going to head back inside. Night!" Bradley rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, Sweetheart. I'm taking you home. And then to Pleasure Town," he whispered, and you literally climbed him like a tree. You were all giggly and grabby as he palmed your ass and carried you to the Bronco. "How much did you drink?" he asked as you started sucking on his Adam's apple. "I mean.... I didn't keep track, Roo. It was nice, because it was all girls in the club, and I knew you'd come pick me up, so I didn't have to worry about it." Bradley held onto you possessively for an extra moment before he opened the door and set you down on the passenger seat. "I'll always take care of you," he promised, buckling you in and kissing the tops of your tits. "In every way." He heard you moaning as he closed the door and walked around to his door. Bradley started the Bronco and pulled out into traffic, as you told him all about dancing with Phoenix. "So she was dancing like this," you said, shimmying back and forth. "And then I was doing like this sort of thing," you added, jerking around to a nonexistent song. Bradley laughed; you looked absolutely ridiculously adorable. And now the strap of your dress was sliding off your shoulder and down your arm exposing even more of the tops of your tits. Bradley was pretty sure you weren't wearing a bra, and when you danced around again while he was at a red light, he leaned across the seat and kissed you there. "Roo," you whispered as he licked as much of you as was exposed. He felt you thread your fingers through his hair just as the car behind him started honking. Bradley shook his head before pressing the accelerator. "You looked too cute dancing like that. I'm happy you had a good time." Bradley had to reach down to adjust himself, and your eyes tracked his movement. "What's wrong?" you asked, your voice dripping with innocence. Bradley adjusted his jeans again. "Nothing's wrong. You're just making me hard, Baby Girl. Dancing around in that tiny fucking dress with your tits on display. Your hair's a mess too. You look sexy." You scooted yourself a little closer to him, and soon he felt your hand on his thigh. He grinned as he drove, trying to maneuver around the late night traffic in the entertainment district. "Thanks for picking me up. But you know, Roo.... sometimes it's nice when I get to take care of you." He felt your hand slide along the denim fabric of his jeans before your palm came to rest on his dick. He groaned loudly when you squeezed him and giggled again. When you removed your hand from his throbbing cock, he let out the breath he'd been holding. But he glanced over to see you pulling your hair up into a ponytail and securing it with an elastic. Oh, he knew what that meant.... but surely not while he was driving. Then you were leaning toward him again, pulling his seatbelt up a bit, and reaching for the fly of his jeans. "Oh fuck," he moaned. He'd only been dreaming about getting road head for basically his entire adult life, but he never felt comfortable enough with a woman to ask for it. But here you were, already the perfect woman, and he didn't even need to ask. You unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled his dick out. "What are you doing?" he asked breathlessly, changing lanes in traffic while you laughed and stretched out on your belly low along the seat. He already knew, but he wanted to hear you say it. "Gonna suck your cock," you said while you giggled even more. He felt all of his blood rush down south at your words. Bradley felt your hand wrap around him and he jumped against your palm. "You think that's funny, Baby Girl? You're awfully giggly down there." When he glanced across the seat, he saw the bare backs of your thighs were exposed almost up to your ass as your dress rode up higher. Then your lips touched his tip, and Bradley thought he was going to explode. "Yes actually, I think sucking your cock is a lot of fun, Lieutenant," you told him as you stroked him with your hands and licked around his tip. He had to force himself to keep his eyes on the road instead of looking down to watch you kitten licking his dick. "Shit, Sweetheart. Okay, okay, this is hot." "Mmm," you hummed as you sucked on the head of his penis like it was a lollipop. "Better keep your eyes on the road, Roo," you told him before taking more of him between your lips. "Fuck! And you better keep that seatbelt on," he warned as he stopped at another red light. He tilted his head to the left and leaned down to watch you bobbing your head up and down, sucking him hard as you took his entire length. "God damnit!" More honking from behind him had him shifting his gaze back to the road. He made a left turn, swerving a bit out of his lane in the process. Your mouth felt somehow even better than usual as you swirled your tongue around him. He lifted his hips a bit as he drove to give you better access to him, and you hummed a bit in response. When a pickup truck pulled up next to the Bronco at the next stoplight, and Bradley tipped his head back, he was a little afraid someone would see what you were up to. He squeezed his eyes shut, panting and thrusting up into your mouth. "Feels so fucking good!" he grunted. You just bobbed faster in response, and Bradley grabbed the back of your neck and stroked you with his thumb. "Hey man! You're the king of the road!" shouted the passenger in the pickup as he caught a peek of what was happening in the Bronco. As soon as the light turned green, Bradley accelerated quickly with a smile on his face. "They definitely saw us," he informed you as you started bobbing faster. Then you started laughing again, and even that felt good to him. "Shit, Baby Girl," he grunted, making the final turn onto your street. You had worked your fingers gently inside his jeans and started gently massaging his balls. "Oh fuck. I'm really close." Bradley stopped the Bronco roughly in front of your house, slightly blocking the neighbor's driveway. He put it in park and leaned back a bit as you licked his full length, propped yourself up on your knees a bit, and went harder. When he felt himself hit the back of your throat, he grasped you by the neck again and squeezed a little bit. You moaned as he filled your mouth with his cum, and your movements slowed as you lapped up every drop. With one final swirl of your tongue, you popped him out of your mouth and sat up. "Did you like that?" you asked, wiping the corner of your mouth with your index finger and licking it. Bradley pulled you closer to him, his hand still at the back of your neck, and kissed you hard, swiping his tongue into your mouth. He could taste himself faintly there. "That was incredible," he murmured against your lips, pulling back just slightly to look at your pretty face. You licked your lips and smiled at him, rubbing the tip of your nose against his. "I always wanted to try that. Seemed like a fun time to do it, especially since you're a very safe driver. All about those seatbelts." Bradley smirked before putting the car in drive and moving the Bronco into your driveway. "Let's get inside so I can show you just how much I appreciated that."

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roadkillremi · 1 year

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I want your video

Randy Meeks X Gn!Reader

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Warnings : Language, Jealous Randy, Stu "Jokingly" Threats Randy.

Summary : Randy has a big fat crush on his Co-Worker at the video rental store. Sadly, Stu also has a crush on that same person.

You ran into the video store quickly, "Where is he?". Randy looked up at you, "In the back.". You ran behind the counter where he was. You pulled your name tag out of your pocket placing it on your shirt.

"If he asks, I've been here this whole time." You stand up. Randy nodded, "Aye, Aye Captain.". You smiled at him, kissing his cheek.

"You're the best." You grabbed the cart of tapes to restock. Randy's face went pink, ever since you started working at Bradley Video store it's been different. You both talked more, you opened up to him more. He had no idea you were such a Stephen King Fan. But the sad part was, Stu obviously liked you.

He watched you restock the comedy section while ringing up a customer. Stu sneaked up on you making you jump. You hit him playfully, just like you did with Randy. Stu whispered in your ear making you laugh. The laugh that made Randy's heart flutter. Once he ran that one customer he started restocking in another aisle.

Billy noticed Randy staring at you. He went behind Randy, "It's rude to stare at people.". Randy jumped, "I'm not staring!" He said out of fear. Billy smirked, he liked seeing Randy afraid of him.

"Do you like them?" He whispered in Randy's ear as he stared. He watched Stu's hand slip down your lower back.

"Why don't you tell them?" Billy whispered. Randy shrugged continuing to restock the tapes. Billy watched Randy with disgust, "You better tell them before Stu takes them.". Billy roughly patted Randy's back making him squirm. Billy walked over to you and Stu, he's appearance made you jump a bit. Billy leaned close down to your face whispering something to you. Randy scoffed, anytime Randy liked anyone they had to get in the way.

You looked over to see Randy obviously uncomfortable. You walked over, "Hey, What'd Billy do? He said you needed to talk.". You leaned on the video rack tilting your head at him.

"Nothing. Go hang out with your boyfriend." Randy spat. You raised your eyebrow, "Boyfriend?". Randy stomped away ignoring you, he kept restocking.

"Randy Meeks!" You said walking after him. He still hasn't looked at you, "Are you implying Stu Macher is my boyfriend?" You laughed. He looked at you with a dead serious face.

"I have no interest in him. Besides why are you so... Protective?" You asked. Randy's face flushed, "Stu's not a good guy. That's all.". You nodded helping him restock, "Do you know any good guys to date then?". He shrugged, you looked at him studying his face closely. He seemed angry but not with you, just in general.

"I can leave you alone, Randy.." you walked away to go help a customer. Randy turned to look at you, he knew he blew it.

Billy tsked at Randy appearing from around the corner. Stu put his elbows on Randy's Shoulders scaring him. Stu chuckled, "Billy here told me a little secret.". Billy smiled, "You lay one finger on Y/N, I'll slit your throat" Stu whispered. Randy, terrified turned towards Stu his eyes wide with fear. Stu laughed loudly, "I'm just joking." Stu and Billy walked away from him.

It was around closing time and you were ringing up the cash register while Randy cleaned. You looked at the clock on the wall, 9:28pm is what it stated. You sighed, you couldn't take the last half hour of this. You went to help Randy clean up the mess a bunch of middle schoolers made.

"You don't have to help me." He mumbled. You sighed continuing to help him, "I know.". You both silently cleaned up the floor, "I don't like Stu like that..." You said breaking the silence. Randy looked up at you, you continued to clean the floor.

"Oh, sorry." He whispered. You shrugged, "It's fine. Just don't freak yourself out." You stood up gently rubbing his hair walking away. Randy took the trash back following you.

"Y/N..." Randy called out. You turned around to face him, "Hm?". He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

"I was wondering.. if after work you'd want to watch a movie?" He stumbled over his words. You smiled, "Is Randy Meeks asking me on a date?". His face turned pink he nodded.

"God! It took you forever! Of course!" You smiled. You went up to him taking the trash bag from his hand.

"Go pick out a movie, I'll throw this away." You smiled. He gazed into your eyes not believing what was happening.

"Can I kiss you?-" he blurted out. Your face turned a light pink, "Uh, Sure.". Randy gently kissed you. You leaned into him gently cupping his cheek. You smiled at him before taking the trash bag to the back. Randy stood there bewildered on how he pulled it all off. He quickly went to grab a movie to shove into his bookbag.

He heard a scream from the back, Randy's head popped up. He took off running remembering you were back there. He pushed the doors opened.

"Y/N?!" He called out opening the back ally door to the dumpster. You ran to Randy hugging his torso tightly.

"I saw the killer! He ran after me and the door was locked!" You sobbed, Randy dragged you into the video store locking the back door. He peaked in the front, no one was there. You wiped your tears off your face sniffling.

"Hey, we can go a bit early. I'll drive you to my place." He offered. You nodded, "Thank you.", He smiled softly kissing you. You melted into him softly, he wrapped his arm around your waist walking out of the building with you. You two got into his car and drove off.

Stu took off his Ghostface mask, "That fucking bitch.". Billy appeared from the shadows, "Don't worry, we'll ruin their little date.".

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themorriganwitch · 1 year

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Top Gun: Maverick Kink Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons for 5 kinks 5 particular Daggers have

Words: 1k

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw, Natasha Trace, Jake Seresin, Bob Floyd, Pete Mitchell, also includes some IceMav

A/N: Includes NSFW Content, 18+ only MDNI!!, English is not my first language, so there will be mistakes.

Masterlist

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Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

- Choke kink – on the few occasions where he let you take the lead and let you bounce on top of him, he wants nothing more than your tiny fingers wrapped around his throat. And when you squeeze him just right – he could come in that exact moment.

- Daddy Kink – I don’t know why, maybe it’s just the vibe he gives or maybe it’s me wanting to call him Daddy, he definitely has one. Amen.

- Overstimulation – God, how he loves seeing you completely messed up, tears straining your cheeks after he gave it to you so good again and again and again.

- Impact Play – How he loves watching your ass jiggle, your flesh red and hot from where he put his hands.

- Breeding Kink – Nothing he would ever think about during his frat boy years but after finding his soulmate he cannot imagine something sweeter that seeing you pregnant with his child.

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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

- Breeding kink – that man wants to see your belly round and your tits swollen. Could be the southern boy from a huge family in him or just him in general. No matter what – that man wants to see you pregnant with his child.

- Cockwarming – Jake being the touchiest human on planet earth loves nothing more than feeling your walls hugging him perfectly close, especially after coming right back from a long deployment.

- Edging – He’s a teasing piece of shit. Nothing gets him more going than hearing you beg for his cock.

- Exhibitionism – slipping his hand between your thighs while sitting at dinner with Rooster and his girlfriend knowing only, he can feel the wet patch on your panties even though you are in a room full of people, that’s probably the best dinner he ever had.

- Brat Taming – Mouth ‘Make me’ at him, after he admonished you several times for you teasing him on a navy ball and will fully loose his shit as soon as you come home.

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Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell (Most of these involve IceMav)

- Rank Kink – oh how Mav adores when you call him Captain. But he adores it way much more calling Ice by his rank when the admiral rewards him for not annoying the shit out of Cyclone.

- Spit Kink- That man likes to get messy in the sheets, add some dominance vibes to it and he is a happy man.

- Threesomes – Not with everyone of course but he would lie if says that he never thought about you, Ice and him getting messy in the sheets.

- Switch: With everyone but Ice, Mav is probably the dominant part. But as soon as him and Ice are alone, he fully submits to his Admiral, knowing he would never regret it.

- Brat Taming: Ice taming Mav after he spend another day driving Cyclone and the whole Navy insane – it’s not a headcanon but universal.

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Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

- Dom / Sub dynamic – being always underestimated by his co-workers and superiors Bob loves nothing more to come home after a rough day and reward someone for doing exactly what he tells them to do. And he will always take such good care of you.

- Bondage: he might look innocent with his birth control glasses and everything, but he goes absolutely feral seeing you tied up and helpless (fully consensual of course) in front of him

- Voyeurism – you, laying spread wide open on your shared king size bed while he sits on a chair across the room, watching you touch yourself and moaning his name – that’s how images heaven

- Brat Taming – Polite and kind bobby loves nothing more than showing his brat of a girlfriend how to behave correctly when escorting him to a navy ball.

- Aftercare – it’s not really a kink but since our beloved backseater is someone (honestly unsurprising) who likes it wild in the sheets, he knows how important it is to take good care of you after you’re done. He always has some water and snacks stock in his drawer next to the bed and he always cleans you up softly before he cuddles you until you fall asleep in his arms.

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Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace

- Choke Kink – the thought of you pressed under her, her hands lightly squeezing your throat while she rides you with her favorite strap on – that’s what helps her to keep going through a tough workday.

- Rank Kink – kinda similar to Bobs Dom/Sub thing – being one of the few female aviators who graduated top gun Nat had always to keep up with her co-workers not taking her serious and making fun of her (*Cough*Hangman) she absolutely goes feral if you call her “Lieutenant”, while she serves you.

- Edging – She’s incredibly similar to Jake when it comes to this (not that this is something she would like to hear)

- Sensory Deprivation – After a long day of flying and always being ultra-focused on watching the environment up in the air, Nat highly appreciates to be blindfolded and just let her other senses work while you make her feel good.

- Switch: Phoenix is a classic Switch – on somedays when she had to boss new Top Gun students around, she needs to submit to you and fully let go of all the responsibility. While on other days after being screamed at by her superiors she needs to feel a sense of control.

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Additional Headcanon for Phoenix and Hangman: Both probably would never really consider having a threesome unless it is with each other and a third person. And the whole thing would evolve from the competition who can make the third person come the most.

(Probably going to work on this for an upcoming One-shot now)

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Hope you enjoyed this, comments and prompt ideas are always highly appreciated

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The cost of the crown 1

Jake x reader (royalty au)

Summary: your kingdom needs aid and the only way to get it is to be wed to the future crown prince, Jake Seresin who rules with fear and will hang his enemies. Your people need help but can you heart take it?

Warnings: 18+ content ahead, eventual smut, mentions of pregnancy later on, depictions of Hanging and death. Other warnings to be added (love triangle too with Bradley because I like to make things complicated) Afab reader. Also arranged marriage

A/n: so this was based on this post by @lunamoonbby so this story will heavily revolve around that. I would also recommend @roosterscock take on this!

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

Jake had grown bored sitting on his throne. His chin rested on his hand as he waited patiently. For what exactly remained unsure, the moment an advisor walked in, a smirk appeared on his lips.

“What is it?” He asked, fixing his crown as his advisor, Bob, nervously fidgeted.

“They have agreed to our terms” Bob’s meek voice was as quiet as a mouse, and Jake just laughed.

“Did they now?” Jake rose from his throne, his footsteps nearing Bob. Jake watched as Bob’s Adams Apple bobbed from taking a gulp, “arrange a meeting” Jake's cape dragged across the ground.

“R-right away, sir!” Bob quickly scurried away, already starting to write a letter. Jake’s green eyes shimmered as the sunset. He’d have that meeting soon to settle the details.

Two days later

You had sipped your tea delicately. The garden was small, filled with roses. Natasha heard tiny footsteps approaching, quickly putting her tea down as she raised a sword and looked towards the bushes.

“Natasha, nobody would know we are out here except the other knights” You put the cup down and looked at her. She was always on edge now, especially with the threat of an invasion. Her eyes were transfixed as she saw slight rustling, her sword ready as she approached. You knew everyone was on edge, even the sudden proposal of a slight treaty between yours and Seresin’s kingdom.

“Show yourself!” She yelled, taking a swing. You flinched before a loud clink of swords.

“Jesus, Nat, warn a guy next time!” Bradley walked out as, blocking Nat’s sword. You let out a sigh of relief as both lowered their swords, “I’m not hangman or anything like that,” you gulped, feeling your throat tighten at that name.

“Bradley!” Nat hit him on the back of the neck, “you know-“

“It’s alright, Natasha” Your voice was slightly shaky as you took another sip, hoping the tea would calm your nerves. They both looked at you with worry, Bradley looking back, ensuring he wasn’t followed.

“You sure? I wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to have to make peace with that guy,” Bradley said, sitting across from you. Natasha went back to your side. You took a deep breath; you couldn’t keep it a secret from them.

“I said…yes” your leg bounced anxiously, and both eyes widened. Bradley gripped the hilt of his sword.

“Why would you do that?” Bradley asked. He noticed the sad look in your eyes. He knew why, but the last thing he wanted was for the kingdom to have anything involved with the hangman.

“Our kingdom needs the aid, and prince Seresin can provide us with that” you sounded way too much like your father, making Bradley roll his eyes. He hates hearing you take care of the kingdom before yourself.

“She’s right, Bradley; at least King Maverick allowed her some say in the decision,” Natasha said, almost scolding him. Bradley pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This would be different if it were some random loser, but this is hangman we are discussing here. We don’t know his motives,” Bradley rebutted as you sat in thought.

“For the crown prince to become king is for him to be wed,” you said as you stirred your tea, “and for Jake to have the most power available to him for our Kingdom to be safe.”

“But is that what you want?” Bradley asked, reaching out for your hand and squeezing it slightly. If you were being honest, no, you didn’t want that. What you wanted didn’t matter.

“I want all of you to be safe,” you whispered, retracting your hand from Bradley. He frowned as Natasha watched the sun.

“We should head back, the sun is going down, and I don’t want to risk it,” Natasha said as she walked over towards the horse and Carriage, “did you walk here?” Natasha asked Bradley, suddenly noting his horse was nowhere to be found.

“Yeah?” He looked at her, momentarily confused, before realizing he would have to walk back; Bradley had usually ridden with you in the carriage since he was a kid and a knight in training. It became a problem when he finally became a real knight as people began to spread rumors, none of which were true, but you had to tell him you couldn’t do that anymore. He doubled check to ensure room for two drivers yet quickly shot down.

“It’s alright, he can-“ You were cut off as sounds of horns were heard in the distance, you froze, and Natasha grabbed you like you weighed nothing. Bradley looked over the hill as several figures emerged. His hand hadn’t left his sword's hilt since he had sat down, finally drawing it.

“Bradley, get inside,” Natasha whispered while she threw you inside the carriage; Bradley gritted his teeth, “Bradley.”

“Go! I’ll distract them,” He said as he saw them charge down the hill. He walked towards the mass of knights at the top of the mountain, his armor rattling. His breath was steady, calming his nerves before gasping as Nat grabbed him by the neck and dragged him back to the carriage.

“Inside now!” She pushed him inside, and you made room for him as Nat closed the door. You were shaken up, and Bradley placed a hand on your knee.

“Eyes on me. Don’t look outside,” Bradley whispered; you frantically nodded and stared directly at him, pupils wide. You felt the carriage jolt, and the horse whinnied. The horses' hoofs rang throughout the valley as they ran down the hill. You nearly glanced out the window, yet Bradley gently cupped your face, “eyes on me,” he reminded as you gulped. You could hear Natasha curing under her breath quite loudly. You took several deep breaths before it all hit you at once.

“The tea set!” You gasped and tried to look back, but Bradley still wouldn’t let you. He saw your breathing getting uneven and pupils going even more expansive, “we have to go back to the tea set -“

“We have to get you back to the kingdom,” he whispered. Your eyes began to well with tears; Bradley gently wiped them away, “I’m sure your dad will-“

“That was my father’s set….” You whispered, voice shaky as you tried to get a sob from bubbling out of your throat. Bradley went pale, looking back as he saw the small table you had set up getting further from view. He kept looking back at you and the small garden. His chest tightened before looking at you.

“You are my number one priority right now. Going back would be too dangerous” You glared at him and balled your hands into fists. You wanted to tell him to go and get it, yet the words wouldn’t come out. He saw the tears stream down your warm cheeks “order me to go back for it.”

“I can’t,” You said immediately, and he shook his head. You never ordered him or Nat. They always took the initiative as it was a part of their training. However, you had to get used to ordering them, even over something minor.

“If you want me to get it, you have to order me to do it” Bradley’s voice was soft, yet you shook your head. He firmly squeezed your knee, “tell me to “

“I’m not letting you die like your dad!” You shouted at him, tears coming from your eyes like it was never-ending. Time froze, and Bradley soon kept his mouth shut. You covered your mouth out of shock as he said back, bringing his hands back to his sides, you wanted to say sorry, but nothing came out. Luckily the sound of the gates opening quite frantically assured you it was safe. The sounds of the guards were heard as the gates shut. You caught your breath as the carriage opened. You expected your father to be the one to do it; you felt your knees give out as you landed in front of an unfamiliar pair of boots and a cape. You slowly looked up. Your eyes widened, seeing who it was.

“I'm glad you're safe, Princess.”

“Prince Jake! I wasn't expecting you so soon” Jake offered his hand and gently helped you. Your heart pounded as Jake smiled, Bradley soon left the carriage as well, and Jake’s sword quickly drew as it was pointed at Bradley. You froze as make pulled you closer to him.

“I wanted to finalize the details with you as soon as possible. Now, who is this?” Jake asked as his knights soon brought Bradley down to his knees with much force. Jake delicately tipped Bradley’s chin with his sword, “someone I need to hang, perhaps?”

“N-No! He's my knight!” you quickly got in front of Jake, “he umm, I ordered him to protect from inside the carriage as we had to suddenly leave in such a hurry that he couldn't calm his horse!” Natasha glanced between you and Bradley, and soon people gathered around.

“So he won't cause us any trouble?” Jake moved his sword, his green eyes bearing into you.

“No, I will assure you he won't,” you promised and looked back to Bradley. He was glaring and about to say something, yet you gestured for him to keep quiet. Jake lowered his sword, putting it back in his sheath as tensions were lowered. You took a deep breath, looking around as the townspeople were whispering. You thought you were in the clear until you saw a stone thrown at Jake’s shoulder. You let out a squeak before backing away. Jake’s eyes lowered as he turned to face who did it. An old shopkeeper huffed as he crossed his arms.

“We don't want you here,” The old shopkeeper kissed out. Bradley stood to his feet as he stared. Jake’s eyes lowered.

“Princess, you have a gallows here, correct?” Jake asked coldly, his knights already walking towards the older man. Bradley tried to walk past you, but you stopped him.

“We do; we do not use them unless a person is found guilty of a crime,” You said, walking next to him, “this man has not committed any crime, but I will promise to have him punished for such rudeness.”

“So you do not have attacking royalty as a crime?” he asked, his knights already surrounding the man. His eyes were suddenly filled with fear, looking at you pleadingly.

“We do, but that is only for extreme circumstances!” you glanced at the man as he was grabbed and dragged over to Jake and you.

“What kind of circumstances?”

“Like assassination or assault,” you said as Jake glared down at the old man, who was now on his hands and knees.

“But assassination and assault are classified as two separate crimes, am I correct?” Bradley strolled over to where you and Jake were, “I thought you said your knight wouldn't be a problem?” Natasha pulled Bradley back. You couldn't look at the older man as he tried to plead.

“I'm sorry, your highness! I won't do it again; please spare me!” The older man pleaded, even kissing Jake’s boot and your delicate heel.

“That's what they say, yet I know what you bastards do in the shadows” Jake slapped the old man making you gasp, “I know what you plot!”

“That is enough!” you shouted and grabbed make by the arm, “this is my kingdom! And my father must have told you this behavior wouldn't be allowed!” Jake scoffed before getting out of your grip.

“He told me only to use my methods unless necessary, and this is necessary to set an example” Jake turned to the crowd and began to hike to the gallows, his knights not far behind him as he dragged the old man through the dirt right past you.

“That son of a” Bradley growled, yet you stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest, your aching.

“I order you and Natasha not to interrupt,” You whispered. They both looked at you and then back at each other.

“But-”

“No matter how much panic there is amongst the people, you are not to engage” you walked towards make, leaving Bradley and Natasha to watch. The townspeople stood back out of fear; the older man tried to escape yet was quickly caught again. The rope was quickly wrapped around his neck, pleading for mercy.

“Let this be a warning. It those who step out of line, this will be the punishment,” Jake shouted at the rest of the townspeople as they gathered. The older man watched as several people tried to come forward, yet Jake’s knights stopped all of them. He walked towards the lever, the older man crying before the floor dropped beneath him.

***

You were silent at dinner. Jake sat and glanced at you. You felt ill after what you had just watched. Your father cleared his throat.

“We should start making the wedding arrangements soon, and he said with a smile as you weakly looked at him.

“Yes, of course,” you put down your fork, “when would you like to be married, Jake?” Jake sat back in his chair, looking directly at you.

“Well, the people will try and stage something if today wasn't an indicator,” Jake said, taking a small but from his roasted beef. You just angrily stabbed your fork into yours.

“They will only be more fearful of you after today,” You hissed as you hit the table. Jake didn't move an inch, “now, because of your actions, I have to reassure them!” Jake did nothing, and he did not move.

“That’s enough! If this is to work, you both need to compromise,” Your father scolded you, causing you to stab your knife into the table.

“I'm, going to my room!” you stormed off and slammed the don't, leaving just your father and Jake, “we can discuss this tomorrow!”

You screamed into your pillow, and you hated this arrangement. You hated Jake, you hated-

“Pssst, it’s me!” Bradley said as he crawled through your window. You nearly shrieked at him, yet he held a hand over your mouth, “you want them to hear?”

“No, but you have to stop scaling the castle,” you whispered, touching Bradley’s cheek. The rumors people spread weren’t necessarily true, but some weren’t untrue. His lips softly kissed your skin as he tried to undress you, “Bradley! We can’t do this” you gently grabbed his hands.

“But I love you” he kissed your forehead, hand landing on your waist. He straddled you, his hands going towards your breasts, “am I going to have to do it with your dress on again?”

“You're not mad at me?”

“You were angry and a lot of pressure has been out on you,” he said getting frustrated as he tried to not tear the strings, “so am I going to do this myself?”

“No, just let me get out of it first” You giggled and pushed him off you. He sat on the bed and watched as you slowly began to take off your dress. It wasn’t anything fancy, easy to take off since it was just for leisure, “a little help?” you said, turning around and pointing to the strings keeping your dress clinging to your body. Bradley’s eyes didn’t leave as your dress fell from your body gracefully. He had gotten used to how your dresses worked for the most part. He guided your body to him, and you could feel his trousers tenting. He kissed your neck feverishly, hands caressing your skin. You enjoyed this, and you loved your time with Bradley. It was, however, controversial if people had found out you and one of your knights were doing this….if Jake had found out.

“Bradley,” You said breathlessly, your hand caressing the scars on his face; he was about to kiss your lips, but you stopped him.

“What’s wrong? You usually love when I kiss you” he frowned as you got off of him.

“We can’t do this, not when-“

“Not while the hangman is here?” He sat up, looking at your vanity; you sat on the stool and sighed.

“Yes, not while my future husband is here,” you mumbled, taking your elegant necklace off. It felt weird to say, foreign.

“You’re going to do it then?” Bradley whispered, that familiar ache in your heart returning.

“I don’t have a choice, Bradley….we need aid” you took your earrings off next, staring at your reflection. Your crown resting on your head like it weighed nothing, but it cost everything, “besides I’m sure plenty of people would love their fill of-“

“But I only want you,” his voice was soft and tender; you turned to look at him, his eyes sadly looking into yours, “only you.”

“Bradley….you can’t have me. My duties lie with-“

“To hell with duties! You should be able to have a life!” Bradley was almost too loud, and now you were too aware of Jake’s presence in the castle. He stood with anger and spite, “we can run away far from here, nobody will find us and-“

“This isn’t a fairy tale, Bradley” You looked at him and then at your hands; this next part wasn’t going to be easy to tell, “I…when Jake and I get married, I…I will” you were about to cry, and all the anger in Bradley’s disappeared, his only thought was to worry about you.

“When Jake and I are wed, this will no longer be my kingdom,” you said, still trying not to cry. Bradley was confused for some time, yet you saw the realization.

“You mean, you’re going away?” He asked softly. Your lip quivered, but you managed to nod. Bradley hadn’t seen you leave the kingdom since you were young, you had to be taken to somewhere outside the kingdom, but this wouldn’t be six months…this could mean eternity.

“But the king doesn’t have any more children! Our kingdom will die!” Your eyes sadly looked into his.

“My father…has always been orthodox with his methods, and you’ve been around me my whole life,” your father said, not saying anything to Bradley until after the wedding.

“You can’t be serious, and I’m not-“

“He trusts you, and at this point, many people view you as a possible successor” You glanced at the door, ensuring it was locked.

“But I wasn’t born into this family. They will-“

“I wasn’t either, I have no blood relation to my father, and the people view me as their princess” you gently took his hands and held them.

“You’ve been trained your whole life to be a princess, to be queen! I’m supposed to be a night I-“ you squeezed his hands and sadly smiled at him.

“Can you do one last favor for me, Bradley?” You asked as a breeze blew through your window, the night cold. He nodded with a gulp, “promise me when I married to Jake and leave…that you will take the crown.”

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The ceremony came quicker than you thought, you’d expected a month, but Jake insisted on having it only a week after his arrival; there was no time to do it in Jake’s kingdom, so all had to be done in yours, or what would no longer be yours. You fiddled with the dress given to you, and it had been an heirloom of Jake’s family. The bastard brought it with him; your eyes were on the ground, tiny raindrops already hitting it. You were told that it rained on your wedding day. It was good luck. None of this felt excellent or lucky; you saw as the townspeople cleared the way making a path for you to walk. They were not happy; they were mourning. They would never have you as a future queen; you were Hangman’s now. You thought of the tea set you had lost; your fathers set well, in a way, he was your other father. Mav’s knight, Tom, or as you both called him, Ice, was close to your family. He had taught you while your father was off attending to duties.

“Of course, the impure would get married to a monster” someone whispered, making you stop. You hadn’t been called that in a very long time, “good riddance, she must have been born from a whore our king took pity on” that was always the theory, despite the fact your father had found you from a nearby village that was raided and burnt to a crisp. Your father had seen you wailing, hidden in a safe space, so the story goes.

“You dare say such things about our future king's wife?” One of Jake’s knights escorting you to the castle has said, raising his sword.

“Ignore them,” you told him. The knight stopped for a moment but looked at you. His helm had hidden his face, but he was confused.

“But my princess! This heathen has spoken treacherous lies!”

“And I order you to ignore them! If I am to be your future queen, you will listen to me!” You hissed with a glare that made him tremble; the knight stood with a sword in hand until another one of Jake’s knights placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Listen to what he says” that was all it took for the other knight to put his sword away and continue to escort you. Natasha was in the crowd, making sure none stepped out of line. She didn’t say a word, only glanced at the ground. The walk was painful almost as you finally made it to the castle doors; Bradley stood outside, and he looked at you. You paid him no attention as the doors were opened to you. Jake stood at the alter, his meer aura making you afraid. Your father stood by him as you gracefully walked up to the both of them, a veil covering your face. You didn't pay attention to the priest that Jake chose to officiate, your mind was swirling until you realized you had said all of your I do’s.

“You may now kiss the bride” Your kind cane reeling back at those words, the sudden weight crushed you. Jake’s green eyes met yours as he lifted your veil. Leaning close to you, everything was happening too fast. The safety of your kingdom mattered more, you knew that. The end of what you once knew ended as his lips pressed to yours.

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