Summary: Bradley keeps making up little excuses to see you every day, not wanting his winning streak to end just yet. And when Everett is the one benefitting from these plans, it just makes you want your boyfriend even more. But when Frank embarrasses you in front of Bradley, you feel like the winning streak is coming to an end.Â
Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst and swearing
Length: 3600 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader
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The fact that you didn't have to wait even an entire day to see Bradley after he slept over made you feel so good. But the amount of work you managed to get through was laughable, even for a Monday, because you couldn't stop thinking about him. When you picked Everett up from school and drove to the ballfield, both of you were buzzing with excitement.Â
"Coach Bradley makes good pancakes," Everett said. "Not to be rude, but they are better than the ones you make."
You took a deep breath and glanced at him in the rearview mirror as you pulled into the parking lot. "Ev, are you sure you're okay with Bradley spending more time with us? Like maybe being at our house for dinners and breakfasts?"
"Yeah! He's going to help me with baseball stuff and math homework."
He was going to stick around. You made him work for his apology, because you were scared, but he was sincere. It struck you that Bradley was already so much more dependable and loving than Danny had ever been, and that made your heart ache for Everett. Maybe you should reconsider your current arrangement with your ex.
Bradley was jogging up to meet you as you parked next to his Bronco, and he was opening your door and leaning in to kiss you before you turned the engine off.Â
"I missed you, Kitten," he whispered before his lips met yours, and he ran his fingers along the chain of your necklace. You looked up at him and smiled as Everett scrambled out of the backseat, and soon he was standing beside Bradley, right next to your door.Â
"Did you have a good day at school?" Bradley asked him, turning Everett's hat backwards so they matched.Â
"It was kind of dumb compared to the Phillies game."
Bradley nodded very seriously at him. "Most things are."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
You laughed. They were like twins in their interests and love of baseball. "Let's go get your cleats on, Ev." But to your surprise, Bradley did up Everett's shoes on the bleachers, then sent him over to Bob, and then kissed you. Right in front of everyone. A long, lingering kiss, after which he whispered in your ear how much he loved having a sleepover with you.Â
And then he was gone, and the matching scowls on the faces of Sandra and Tara had you giddy.
"Holy hell," Molly gasped, walking up behind you. "When I didn't hear from you last night, I figured that was a good thing."
You hugged your sister and kissed her cheek and whispered. "I have a boyfriend." She smiled at you and took your hand. Then you sat together and watched both of the coaches while you cheered for Everett.
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When Bradley walked you and Everett to your car, he caught sight of Molly and Bob making out in the parking lot. He figured another family pizza night would be in his future. And he wanted nothing more than to be making out with you, but there would be time for that later.Â
"Thanks for packing me a lunch today," he whispered, pushing you up against your car door after Everett was buckled in. He pictured the brown paper bag with Coach written on one side with a bunch of hearts.Â
"Oh, did you like that?"Â
"All the guys were so jealous," he said with a smirk, pinning your hips in place with his big hands. "They had to eat cafeteria food, and nobody drew hearts for them."
Your laughter as he kissed your neck made him smile. "I'll pack you a lunch whenever you sleep over."
"You're never gonna get rid of me," he whispered, sucking on the spot just below your ear. The idea of not seeing you and Everett tomorrow had him inviting you to visit him on base right away. "If you want to bring Everett to North Island after you pick him up from school tomorrow, I'd love to show you guys off."
You laughed as you opened your car door. "Don't you mean show off your jet?"
"No. Show you off."
You ran your hand along his abs, caressing him through his sweaty shirt. Bradley kissed you one more time as you climbed in.Â
"So you'll come?" he asked, leaning down as you buckled your seatbelt.Â
You smirked and turned toward Everett. "Bradley invited us to visit the Naval base tomorrow after school. Wanna go?"
His eyes went wide as he bounced in his seat. "Yes! I've wanted to go since Career Day! All my friends think I'm the coolest because I invited the best adult!"
Bradley laughed and said, "I'll see you both tomorrow."
When he arrived on base on Tuesday and told everyone that you and Everett were going to visit that afternoon, Nat started freaking out.Â
"What does this mean, Rooster?" she asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes.Â
"It means Hangman managed to help my unfuck everything up after he fucked it up."
Jake smirked. "I am sorry. But you shouldn't let me around your cute girlfriend. That goes for you too, Bob."
"So you're both officially dating the sisters?" Nat asked with a grin.
"Yes," Bradley and Bob said in unison, and Bradley noticed how flushed Bob's cheeks were.Â
Jake snorted. "Sounds like a porno. Are you two gonna switch hit?" he asked, and Nat elbowed him so hard in the ribs, Bradley thought he heard something snap.Â
"What?" Bob asked innocently. "What does that mean?"
"It means Jake is a pig and he's about to shut the fuck up for the rest of the day," Nat said loudly while Bradley shook his head.
"Seriously, can you keep your mouth shut in front of her this time? And her son? The last thing I need is you teaching him something filthy."
Jake winced and rubbed his side while he drawled, "You don't want me rubbing off on your stepson?"
Eight weeks ago, the idea of anything even close to a stepson in Bradley's life would have been laughable. But now, the thought didn't bother him at all. He was actually warming up to it more and more.Â
"No. I do not. Keep your mouth shut."
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The security protocols to get onto the base at Top Gun were extensive. You had to wait while someone with a dog searched your car, and someone else checked underneath it with mirrors. Everett practically vibrated in his booster seat when he saw the security dog, but you told him over and over again that he wasn't allowed to touch a working dog.Â
But when you finally pulled into the visitor's parking area, Bradley was standing on the curb with Bob, waiting for you. And they were both wearing their flight suits. You were staring, you knew you were, but the way that thing fit Bradley was a real treat. And when he opened your door for you and pulled you right into his arms, you kissed him immediately.Â
"Hi, Kitten," he whispered, his voice as deep as it was when he was tangled up in bed with you, and you forgot for a second why you were here. "Ready for a quick tour?"
"Yeah," you told him, while you followed Bob and Everett inside to a hangar filled with jets and equipment. You listened to Bradley and Bob explain what everything was, and you watched Bob help Everett climb up into one of the cockpits.
"Okay, okay!" Everett called out as you took his picture. "This is as cool as the Phillies game!" Obviously this was just going to add fuel to his fire; Everett already thought Bradley was the coolest adult in existence, but now you'd never hear the end of it.Â
"If you think that's fun," Bradley told him, scooping Everett up for a piggy back ride, "just wait until you get to sit in my Super Hornet."
"Does it have your name on the side?" he asked in awe.
"We looked up some information online," you told Bradley and Bob. "And now he's a little obsessed with how they paint the pilot's and weapon systems officer's name and call sign on the side."
And then you stopped talking, because as soon as you exited out the far side of the hangar, you were confronted by a row of absolutely massive jets all lined up in a precise row.Â
"Whoa!" Everett shouted from his perch on Bradley's back. "That one's yours!"
You looked where Everett was pointing and saw the jet with LT BRADLEY BRADSHAW "ROOSTER" emblazoned on the side. And Bradley's friend Nat was sitting in the cockpit waving down at everyone. You watched your son wave to her with a smile on his face.Â
"Hi, Everett!" she called down. "Check it out! We gave you your own call sign!"
You and Everett watched as she unrolled a huge sheet of paper with Everett's name followed by "GRAND SLAM" written on it, and let it cover Bradley's name.
"Oh my goodness!" you gasped, smiling while Everett cheered.Â
"I have a call sign!"
"Do you like it?" Bob asked. "You hit the ball so hard at practice, we thought it was fitting."Â
"It's so cool," Everett told him, still wide eyed as Bradley carried him over to the jet. You stood next to Bob and watched Bradley help Everett climb up the ladder, and then Nat helped him into the cockpit with her.
"I've never seen him this happy before," you said, shaking your head and taking another picture.Â
Bob laughed and adjusted his glasses. "I've never seen Bradley this happy before."
Your smile grew as you listened to Bradley and Nat explain all of the controls. "Well, I've never seen Molly as happy as she is now."
The endearing touch of pink that tinted Bob's cheeks had you positively certain that your sister had this man wrapped around her fingers. "Molly is..." He swallowed hard. "Well... your sister..." he started. "Yeah. I'm happy, too."
"If everyone is happy, we should try to keep it that way," you told him, and that's when you noticed Jake strolling over.Â
He nodded at you while Bob shot him a warning look. "You better be nice to Team Mom," he warned.Â
But Jake just held up his hands as you turned away from him to glance up at Bradley, Nat and Everett. "I want to apologize," Jake drawled, and you looked at him with a smirk. "I spoke out of turn last time I saw you, and I'm sorry. Clearly that man is into moms," he said, jerking his thumb in Bradley's direction.Â
You snorted. "Apology accepted."
Bradley eventually helped Everett down the ladder with the promise of visiting the popcorn machine in the lounge. When you grabbed Bradley's hand and pulled him closer, you whispered, "I wouldn't be upset if you wanted to stop by my place for a bit after Ev is in bed later."
The look on Bradley's face let you know that he knew exactly what you had in mind.Â
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Bradley had been in your house for about thirty seconds when you worked the zipper down the front of his flight suit and sunk to the floor in front of him.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, shrugging out of the sleeves as you pulled his cock out of his underwear and wrapped your lips around him. You were still all made up from work and the visit to base, but you'd changed into sweatpants and a sports bra. Bradley reached down to rub your peaked nipples through the thin fabric while your red lips gilded expertly over his length. "Jesus, Kitten."
You just hummed and looked up at him as your tongue swirled in a delicious circle that had him taking a deep breath. You bobbed your mouth along, your eyes locked on his, watching him come undone for you. Hands on his thighs, you occasionally teased his balls with your fingernails. And when he got a little rough with his hands at the back of your head, you just moaned around him, letting him hit the back of your throat.Â
But Bradley almost passed out when he growled, "I'm so close." Because you popped him out of your mouth and pumped your hand along his length while you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out for him. The sight of his cum painting your lips, tongue and cheeks white had him thrusting into your hand. A sound halfway between a laugh and a surprised gasp escaped his lips as you looked up at him, a drop of his cum falling from your lip onto your tongue.Â
And then you were sucking on the tip of his softening dick like a lollipop, and Bradley's eyes drifted closed. "It's not my birthday. I didn't get promoted. Today was just a Tuesday, but that felt like an extra special treat."
"How do you know every blowjob I give you won't be just like that one?" you asked with a smile as Bradley swiped his cum from your cheek with two fingers.Â
You sucked them into your mouth while he moaned. "Kitten."
Once you had licked up every last drop, Bradley pulled you to your feet and kissed you. "It was kind of an extra special treat," you told him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "For today. And the Phillies game, too. Every time you're sincerely sweet to Everett, it makes me insanely horny for you, Bradley."
"I love that kid," he replied as he nipped along your lips. "And I love you, too."
Bradley wanted to sleep over, but it was late, and Wednesday was his early morning. But he followed you up to your bathroom, and watched you take off your makeup and brush your teeth. And then he tucked you in bed with a kiss to your forehead. "I will sleep over a different night," he promised, and then he paused in your doorway as you looked at him, all snuggled in your plush bedding. "Okay if I go check on Ev?"
"Yes," you whispered, looking at him like you were ready to climb out of bed and suck him off again. Bradley could get used to this. Surprise blowjobs and packed lunches and baseball in the park. You and Ev.
When he quietly walked down the hallway and peeked inside Everett's bedroom, he watched his small, strong body rise and fall with each breath. He glanced around and then smiled when he saw that you or Everett hand hung up the banner with Everett's call sign. It was just a big roll of paper. If Everett really liked having an honorary call sign, Bradley would get him something that said Grand Slam on it for him.Â
Before Bradley left, he walked back into your bedroom where you were nearly asleep. He kissed you while you smiled against his lips. "Good night," he whispered but you grabbed his hand when he turned to leave.Â
"I left something on the kitchen counter for you. It's in an envelope."
"What is it?" he asked.Â
You held his eye contact for a beat before you said, "A house key."
Bradley's heart skipped a beat, and when he finally managed to make his way downstairs, he grabbed the envelope that said Coach in your handwriting. Then he locked up behind himself when he left.
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You had given Bradley a key to your house after you'd been dating him for a matter of days. Probably barely forty eight hours. But when you got to work on Wednesday morning, Bradley texted you a picture of his keyring resting in his palm, and there was your house key, shining in the sunlight. And then you stopped caring that it seemed quick.
When your stomach started growling, you realized it was after lunchtime, and before you could even process what that meant, there was a knock on your office door. And then Frank was in your personal space.Â
"I didn't see you before. Did you skip lunch?" he asked, watching your every movement as you stood up behind your desk and straightened out your lace top underneath your blazer.Â
"I'm not hungry," you lied. "Is there something I can help you with, Frank?"Â
He shrugged and sat on the edge of your desk. "I just miss you. I thought I would go pick up a sandwich or something if you wanted me to. I would be happy to."
Your stomach growled loudly at the mere mention of a sandwich, completely giving you away. But then you heard another blessed knock on your door, and you loudly told whomever it was to come in.Â
"Bradley!" you exclaimed when you saw your boyfriend standing there eyeing up Frank as you rushed around your desk to get to him. "What are you doing here?" you asked softly. He wrapped his right arm around your waist while he held a bag and a bouquet of flowers in his left hand.Â
"I missed you, Kitten," he replied. "I wanted to keep my streak going. I'm up to four days in a row of seeing you now."
You were about to kiss him when Frank cleared his throat loudly. You turned to look at the confused expression on his face, but Bradley didn't budge at all. Instead Bradley pressed his lips to your neck and teased you while you awkwardly considered Frank.Â
"Uh, Frank... this is Bradley," you said on a breathy sigh.Â
"Her boyfriend," Bradley added, finally releasing your neck and heading for Frank. "Fred, was it?" he asked as they shook hands, and Frank sputtered for a moment before correcting him.Â
"Are you her kid's coach?" Frank asked, eyeing Bradley's solid form warily.Â
"Yeah," he replied. "I'm Everett's tee ball coach."
"Huh," Frank grunted before he turned to look at you. "Didn't think you'd be into a jock."
You smiled and said, "He's a Naval aviator, actually. Didn't you notice the uniform?"
Frank skimmed his gaze briefly over Bradley before strolling over to you and saying, "Why don't you let me take you out for lunch? I know you're hungry."
"Frank. No," you said, shaking your head. "No. I don't want to get lunch with you. I've been telling you no for a while."
Bradley laughed from his spot at your desk. "I'm pretty sure she already ditched you for me weeks ago, Fred. Just leave her alone, man."
"I had sex with her on that desk," Frank blurted out loudly, and you could feel the embarrassment wash over your skin. You could barely look at Bradley. He knew you'd been with Frank, but you didn't want him thinking about Frank when he pictured you sitting at your desk.Â
"Probably the best two minutes of your life, huh Fred?" he asked casually, closing the distance to you and scooping you up. You squeaked as you braced one hand against his service pins while you wrapped the other around his neck. He just smiled at you as he said, "Now get the fuck out. And close the door behind you."
You saw Frank's back retreating through the door as Bradley deposited you in your desk chair and opened the bag he had brought. You audibly moaned as you saw a sandwich, some pretzels and a bottle of iced tea appear on your desk.Â
"I thought you might be hungry," he said as you took a huge bite out of the sandwich and nodded. "And I wanted to bring you these flowers."
You swallowed your food and told him, "Tulips are my favorite!"
"I know," he said, kissing your forehead. "I made Bob text Molly to find out. I'll remember from now on, Kitten. But I need to get back to work."
You popped up and hugged him, took a breath and whispered, "You know what Frank said? About my desk?"Â
"Yeah," Bradley replied quietly, rubbing his hand up inside your blazer.Â
"That was the time I was thinking about you. I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Bradley's smile was smug, and now you felt less embarrassed.Â
"Next time, I'll stop by for a longer visit," he promised.
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After practice on Thursday, Bradley settled into a seat at the same pizza place again, but this time Nat was there too. He was a little sweaty and dirty, but so were Bob and Everett, and you didn't hesitate to let Bradley touch you.Â
"Hi," you whispered with a smile as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Bradley watched you turn away from him to continue your conversation with Nat while Everett played tic-tac-toe on the paper tablecloth with Bob. Molly was writing Everett's name in big bubble letters from him to color in, and the waitress was dropping off a pitcher of beer and some apple juice.Â
When your warm palm came to rest on Bradley's thigh just above his knee, he exhaled a deep breath and let himself appreciate how good it felt to have a little family again. Thankfully he'd had Nat around for a long time, but having Bob gave him another person he knew he could trust. And Molly was a spitfire, but now he was starting to appreciate the way your sister always stood up for you and Everett.Â
As the enormous pizza was dropped off, Bradley started to cut a slice in half to make it easier for Everett to eat. You watched his every movement as everyone else started to grab slices and pour more drinks.Â
"What?" he asked you softly as your eyes followed the plate that he handed to Everett. "You want me to cut your pizza up too, Kitten?" he asked teasingly.Â
But you just leaned in and kissed him until Molly had to pretend like she was gagging on her food.Â
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Coach just wanted to show them off! And Frank, you loser, she doesn't want you! She upgraded! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!
A champagne tower is such a MOOD! ⨠And I am THRIVING with this stunning gif choice! Thank you!! Here's a little something for you!
His mom had raised him right. He had wanted to get your phone number and lock down a date with you. But you had asked him so sweetly that he knew heâd wouldnât be able to say no.
And when you tossed your shirt at him before making your way back to your bedroom, then he really couldnât say no.
Send me some champagne (đž) and I'll share something from one of my WIPs!
He deserves a woman who says MY MAN when some blonde tries to flirt with him to impress her friends EVEN IF SHE IS THE SHYEST THING IN THE WORLD. Thatâs HER MAN
Can you write something about Jeremy catching his girlfriend doing yoga and wanting to join her?
Yoga - Jeremy (WMCJ) x f!reader
Lately, it truly felt like you were living pay check to pay check. Money was tight and to make ends meet, you decided to teach a yoga class for seniors at the local community centre. Not wanting to begin the classes without preparation, you decided to change into your work out outfit and practice a routine that you knew the seniors could keep up with.
You walk into the living room with your yoga mat in hand, sighing as you pushed around some of Jeremy's odd things to make room. The space was tight but you had to make do with what you had. When everything is set, you start playing some calming music in the background and step onto the mat, beginning with stretches.
You truly felt at peace, your breathing steady as you bent down to touch your toes, before straightening up and extending your arms overhead in a graceful arc. Lost in the tranquility of the moment, you close your eyes, allowing the soothing melody to guide your movements.
Just as you transition into a downward-facing dog pose, feeling the gentle stretch in your calves, you hear the sound of the front door creaking open. Startled, you quickly open your eyes to see Jeremy standing in the doorway, a curious expression on his face.
Jeremy's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you in your yoga attire, your body gracefully moving through each pose. He leans against the door frame, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he specifically eyed your ass up in the air.
"Hey babe," he says, his voice laced with a playful tone. "Am I interrupting something?"
You can't help but roll your eyes playfully, still in the position. "Yes actually--you're disrupting my peace," you hum in response teasingly. Jeremy couldn't help but scoff as he walked up closer to you, positioning his body directly behind you as his hands instinctively moved to hold onto your hips. Your ass was pressed up right against his front which was exactly what he intended.
"Jeremy--"
"C'mon...relax," his smooth voice spoke, his hands massaging your hips. "I gotchu...ever heard of couple's yoga?"
"Honestly this feels like the start of a weird yoga themed porno," you admit with your cheeks heating up immensely. Jeremy couldn't help the little giggle that escaped him as he guided you to straighten back up. "Honestly I'd be down to film one if you want--"
"Jesus Jer," you groan, turning around to face him. "You're ridiculous you know?" you laugh. He simply shrugged, the amusement ever so evident on his face.
His hand were still on your waist as he looked deep into your eyes. "Alright...tree position," he hummed, to which you smiled as you moved into that position, thankful that he had a hold on you to keep you balanced as your eyes fluttered shut in relaxation.
The two of you stood in comfortable silence for a minute or two before he spoke again--this time his tone more serious. "I'm sorry that you're forced to pick up extra classes to keep us afloat," he sighed.
At that, your eyes open and you set your one leg down. "I mean...it's definitely not ideal but it's not the worst thing to partake in," you reassure. "I just...I just need you to get serious about what you plan to do."
"I will," he reassured. "Just need some time."
You hum and nod in acceptance. "Okay...in the mean time I'm not hating couples yoga," you say, shrugging nonchalantly and with a grin. Jeremy finds your smile infectious and begins grinning as well.
"Well how about we keep these good vibes going and test out some new positions in the bedroom?" he suggests with wiggled brows, not even giving you the chance to respond before he's picking you up and making his way into the room with you giggling.
