lucca alex

he/him | english is my second language | i write sometimes | ao3: alexmadeinbrazil

[alexrogers-kazansky]

On My Knees For You

Fandom: Top Gun

Relationship: Jake "Hangman" Seresin/ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Words: 415

Chapters: 1/1

Resum: Sometimes, Bradley just need drop to his knees.

Inspired by this post from @cowboysandpilots

You can read below or on AO3

/\/\/\/\

Bradley hummed calmly. His jaw was beginning to ache with pain and his knees were going numb, but he couldn’t care. Not when he started to feel his brain turning off, slowly becoming unaware, or simply unable to care about any ordinary concerns, not when he had a hand slowly stroking his curls, not when he had his mouth warming the cock of the man of his life.

It was not in a mischievous way, he knew that – if it was, Jake would be with his fingers buried on his skull, fucking his throat like there was no tomorrow, not paying attention to whatever cartoon was on tv.

Bradley liked to just get on his knees for Jake and let him take the control, leaving him cloud-headed. It was easier to fall to his knees than to try to voice his messy thoughts through words.

Lost in his own mind, Bradley didn’t even notice that the hand that was on his curls ran down the side of his face and stopped under his jaw. Jake’s thumb rested behind his ear and gently rubbed the skin there, making Bradley open his eyes, which he didn’t even realize were closed.

With a tender look in his eyes, Jake looked at him, smiling.

“Are you ok there, darling?”

Bradley moaned around the cock when heard the pet name with a southern accent, and he saw Jake's frown deepen at the same time that the squeeze on his jaw intensified. Even so long after, he just couldn’t get used to Jake’s affectionate pet names.

Not wanting to move, Bradley nodded sloppily.

Jake's face remained impassive and Bradley was prepared to hear anything when he heard another sigh. But all he got was another squeeze and an affectionate look.

“You know that you can stand at the moment you want, right?” Jake muttered.

Bradley hummed again and closed his eyes, putting his head on Jake’s inner thigh and letting his tongue drag along the length of his mouth. The hand under his jaw moved again, now, to the back of his head and the fingers were buried in his hair, resuming the calm caress that had been interrupted before.

Falling on his knees for Jake after a long and exhaustive day looked right and safe. Maybe it didn’t make sense but it didn’t have to. They understood each other: Jake knew what he wanted and Bradley felt free to act like this and their relationship worked and it was enough.

/\/\/\/\

Hope you've enjoyed!!

Roblogs and likes will be appreciatte 😊

[pucksandpilots]

Eeeeeeeeee I love this so much. I adore the way you write my favourite boys and I can’t wait to see what you write next!! ❤️❤️❤️

[alexrogers-kazansky]

Thank you soooo much for the support!!! 🥹❤️❤️

[im-fostering-it292]

REblog if you are Asexual, support Asexuals, or spend most of your time actually thinking about Superheroes.

[alexrogers-kazansky]

we both love damon salvatore, but you want him to fuck you and i want to get him pregnant. we are not the same

[astrotheyge]

Project Hail Mary (2026) Kier Lehman, Music Supervisor

[owwllly]

gentlmen higuruma and nanami

[brucedefender4eva]

Omega Bruce is sitting alone in his nest, depressed that once again he’s all alone

Alfred has never allowed him to even ask to come into his nest, Dick is still not talking to him and is a whole city away, and his poor pup, Jason, has left him forever

Bruce can’t stop the cry of pain and sadness that escapes his throat. He doesn’t want to. He wants to wallow in his pain and sadness without being made to feel like he should’ve gotten over it already

The storm ravaging Gotham encapsulates his mood perfectly

Jason was his pup. All his. He even called him Mama, and Dick’s never done that

Bruce hugs an old sweatshirt of Jason’s close to his chest and takes a deep breath. It’s just starting to fade, but he’s not worried. He made sure to preserve every single clothing item Jason had. He went through them one by one, slowly

Bruce lifts his watery eyes when he hears his window creak, rainwater pouring in as a tiny body climbs through

Tim Drake

Why the fuck was the neighbor's pup climbing through his window on the third fucking floor?

Tim freezes when he turns around and notices Bruce just staring at him silently

He slowly tugs down his raincoat, the ends of his hair starting to curl from the exposure to water, takes off his rain boots, a small puddle of water soaking into his carpets, and chirps softly

Bruce chirps back in response, instinctively, but still continues staring, absolutely baffled

Tim shuffles around awkwardly, having no plan once he snuck into Wayne Manor. Now he was just in his footy pajamas, kinda cold from traversing the storm outside

And it’s so cute

It’s been so long since he’s had a pup anywhere near his nest, and he’s known Tim since he was a newborn, so-

Bruce held open his arms and let out a small trill, beckoning the pup to him

Tim hesitates because he knows he can’t just go into Bruce’s nest, but his scent is so soft and motherly that he can’t help but run into Bruce’s arms and snuggle into him

Bruce is still sad, but he feels a part of his heart heal with a new pup that he already sees as his own. He's not Dick, and he's not Jason, but he's clearly a pup who needs a mama and a good scenting in a soft nest

[kosmogrl]

how it feels when one of your hyperfixations comes back and stronger than ever

[ilynpilled]

how it feels when one of your hyperfixations comes back and stronger than ever

[spyndylle]

[nonbinaryruler]

Avengers Incorrect Quotes #26

Bruce: And that’s why I flinch at loud sounds.

Steve: The more I learn about your childhood, the more I either want to either hold you and tell you everything is alright or go beat the crap out your father.

Bruce: Thank you?

[ovid]

it’s psychological horror to YOU. to me it’s a romcom

[allbuthuman]

it's a romcom to YOU. to me it's psychological horror

[magpie-to-the-morning]

I don’t WANT a career. I want to cuddle and sleep and eat and read and create and love and be loved.

[dokcha]

@/sagolsoup

[triangleguy]

im starting to understand the utility of the hand emojis. ive always been a 👍 enjoyer. its one of my go-tos. 💪 is also great. But☝️<- this one has been very fun lately. and🫵is also very good. 👆is great for agreeing with somebody and 🙏is good even though i dont actually pray. But it gets my point across. 👋is also great although not the most versatile. same with 👏 and 🤝. 🖕is a classic though. i need to start incorporating more of these ->👊✌️🫳✋🫲🤏🤌

[robs-your-robins]

Bruce finally seeing a baby photo of Damian that was taken when he's like two or so and just being so confused because Damian's eyes are brown. Not green like they are now or baby blue. Damian is confused when Bruce asks, "it was taken before the first time I died." And Bruce just stares at his eleven or twelve year old son, because what do you mean he's died before? Turns about that Damian has been seriously hurt or close to death enough times during training under the League that he's been dunked into the pits at least about ten times which as a consequence has permanently changed his eyes. To Damian it wasn't a big deal so he doesn't understand why Bruce has excused himself to either yell at Talia over the phone or to breakdown a little in private. That's his boy, his son, what do you mean these things happened and he couldn't prevent it or that didn't even know. He's a wreck for about an hour before pulling himself together to face his son only to find Damian just chilling in the living room, asking where Alfred went. Bruce is puzzled because Alfred was around a moment ago and didn't say anything about leaving. Turns out upon hearing the commotion, Alfred asked Damian what went on and Damian told him. Bruce just swears and starts for the Bat Cave, yelling for Damian to call Dick or Tim or anybody who can help him stop Alfred.

Meanwhile, at the League's base:

Alfred, sliding a new magazine into the gun and clearing the chamber: Now, we were at 7? Master Damian said he's been in the pit, ah, yes ten times. Let's crack on shall we?

Ra's, slowly dragging himself toward the pit over the bodies of all the League assassins who thought they could take on this old English guy, body like Swiss cheese: fuuuuuuuuck

[alexangery]

how to trick writers into giving you more fanfic to read

[mochisainz]

[ whale noises ]

[alexrogers-kazansky]

i want more landoscar fics with wifey oscar

[samuelwwayne]

Steph, Cass, Damian, Jason, Roy and Tim all huddled in a circle hunched over something:

Steph, yelling across the big hall a gala was being hosted in: Hey, B, do you ever get a shooting pain across your body like someone's got a voodoo doll of you and is stabbing it?!

Bruce, looking away from the important WE people, midly concerned: ... No?

*silence*

Steph: How about now?!

Bruce, more flabbergasted rather than just tired because he has to be Brucie: Stephanie!

Steph: *huffs* Nevermind!

Steph, mumbling to the people around her and gesturing with the needle: Well that was disappointing.

Roy: Maybe it did work and he just couldn't tell because he's always in some form of pain.

*silence*

Steph: I need a hammer.