I'm a whore for soft Bradley. Could I request "You look so pretty like this." If you feel it, please?
I'm also a whore for soft Bradley too!
He swears he doesn't do this. It's not what his mother instilled in him.
"Don't expect anything on the first date."
"Offer to walk her to her door."
"Don't ever kiss on the first date. You don't want them to feel pressured."
God, did Bradley try to follow all those rules. He liked to think he was doing a great job too. That is, until you placed your hands in his and looked up at him with those beautiful bright eyes.
"I had a really great time tonight." Your voice was angelic, better than any song he had ever heard.
He squeezed your hands, fighting the urge to giggle when you squeezed back. It was so easy with you.
"So did I. Think we can do it again, honey?" Another rule his mother insisted on.
"Don't call a girl by some pet name. Call her by her God-given name."
But with you it just made sense. You were so fucking sweet, cloyingly so. He wanted to drown in it.
You giggled at the pet name, clearly a fan, "I would love that! Sooner rather than later though."
"I think that can be arranged." He hadn't let go of your hands. Bradley didn't want to, if he was being honest.
You raised your eyebrows, playfully, "You think? Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now Bradley."
"With you? Impossible," his words gave you the confidence to step forward, your body now inches away from his.
He should step back. That would be the proper, gentlemanly thing to do.
But like a magnet, he was drawn to you. Without realizing it, he had stepped forward, almost closing the distance between his body and yours.
The action gave you the courage to step forward, tilting your chin up to get closer to his face.
That was what gave Bradley the confidence to kneel slightly, allowing his lips to finally connect to yours.
Of course you tasted sweet, why would it be anything less? Your hands found the collar of his shirt, gripping it slightly in an attempt for his lips to remain on yours.
Don't kiss on the first date, Bradley.
Did it help that you had made the first move? Bradley thought so. Still, his hands hovered over your hips, not wanting to go too far.
Your hands found his, placing them on your body.
"You look so pretty like this," he whispered, lips disconnecting from yours for much needed air.
Warmth rushed through your body, a grin spreading across your face as you leaned in to give him another pack.
"You're not so bad yourself Bradley. Actually, you're ridiculously handsome like this."
Now it was Bradley's turn to blush, the tops of his sunkissed cheeks becoming even rosier.
"Would you like to come in?" You stepped away to unlock the door, gripping the handle as you stared back at him.
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x F!Reader // Chapter Index Below!
ONE IN A MILLION
EVERYTHING
THE DATE
SO SIMPLE
UNEXPECTED VISITOR
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Summary: You meet Rooster unexpectedly and you two hit it off. Follow these two as they get to know each other, fall in love, and navigate the throws life has for them.
Characters: Bradley Bradshaw x female!OC Madison Ella Hanscott, Son!OC Nicolas Peter Bradshaw, Jake Seresin x female!OC Quinn Kelsell, Daughter!OC Hazel Alexandra Seresin, Son!OC Benjamin Jacob Seresin, OC!Connor Malcolm Oxland
Warnings: in this chapter: a swear word, mention of abortion, mention of running away, mention of teenage pregnancy, alcohol drinking, (Let me know if I forgot a warning)
Summary of the story: The 16 year old daughter of Jake Seresin gets pregnant. The dad: the 18 year old son of Bradley Bradshaw. How will the dads react to their kids becoming teen parents.
A/N: English is not my first language, so if there is any spelling or grammar errors: please let me know
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A/N: I’m not a big fan of this chapter, I might rewrite this chapter or take a step back from this story to focus on a new one and get back into this one when I know where to go with this.
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“Would you like to help me shop?” Quinn smile grew. “I would love to help you shop”. This was it. Or at least that is what Quinn thought. This was the beginning of getting her broken family back together.
Hazel parked the car in front of the small house her, Nick and the kids were currently staying in. Inside, Nick was busy arranging plates, utensils, and glasses on the dining table, a warm smile touching his lips as he heard the familiar sound of their car entering the driveway. Anticipating Hazel's arrival, he headed towards the front door, ready to lend a hand with the kids and their groceries. Once in the kitchen Hazel took the lead in the conversation. Her usually quite persona vanishing as snow in front of the sun. “We need to talk”
Nick nodded at her words. “Yes we do” he sighed. “Let me entertain the kids real quick and than we can talk this situation over while we cook, okay?” He asked. Hazel nodded and started to put the ingredients out she needed to start the dinner. Nick's smile, a blend of affection and understanding, graced her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. Mac and Benji were playing with the building blocks in front of the sofa. To make sure his sons were extra entertained Nick put on Bluey, a tv show both children and the parents loved watching. Mac pushed the blocks away to turn fully towards the show before loudly singing the names of the characters from the intro. Nick observed his sons with a mix of nostalgia and awe. Five years had passed since their arrival. He kissed both boys on the forehead before turning back towards the kitchen.
Hazel had already started cooking when Nick entered again. He noticed the vegetables left on the table next to a cutting board. Maybe this conversation would be less akward when he kept himself busy while talking. So he got out a knife and started to make the side salad.
The kitchen was quite, both adults were scared to start the dreaded conversation. They both understood that they couldn't avoid it any longer; it was a talk that needed to happen, and delaying it further would only complicate matters. Hazel kept her fiery persona she came in the house with and broke the ice with a question: “How was your first day at Top Gun?” Nick’s response was accompanied by a slight shrug, “It went alright. Did some dogfighting and gym exercises….” His voice seemed to lose some of its confidence as he continued, “… your dad and mine are my instructors. I talked to my dad at the end of the day”
Hazel turned from the stove, her gaze meeting Nick's. There was a clear curiosity in her eyes, a desire for more information. “He said he was sorry… about what happened” Nick began, sensing her curiosity. “That he, mom, Jake and Quinn regret everything. I told him I couldn’t forgive him yet but that I’m open to talk things through with them” Nick's voice was earnest, carrying the weight of his emotions. “but only if you’re okay with that. I suggested next week Monday. Dad never changed his number so I can text him if you agree with it” Nick explained everything that happened, his eyes had focused back on his task of cutting the vegetables. He could feel Hazels eyes burning in the side of his head. It got quite again, the only sound heard was the stove, a knife on a cutting board and the Bluey episode in the background.
Hazel broke the silence once again. “I saw mom today” she said with a quite voice. Nick barely heard her with how quite she was talking. Lifting his gaze, he met her eyes. Happiness. The feeling he could see in her eyes. Hazel was content, and Nick could see it. Her happiness, after reuniting with her mom following a five-year hiatus, was tangible.
Still with a gentle tone, she went on, her voice carrying a weight of feeling. "We crossed paths at the grocery store. She got to meet the boys and even lent a hand with the shopping. It made me realize how much I'd missed her, a sensation that only fully registered once our time together had come to an end again." A smile adorned her lips, a reflection of the warmth she had encountered in reconnecting with her mother.
“So i’m guessing the decision isn't hard to make?” Nick inquired. Hazel chuckled, shaking her head before turning her attention back to the stove. “No, it's not particularly difficult. I would like to talk this through with our parents again. I would like to see my dad again” Nick nodded in agreemment. Honestly he yearned to reconnect with his own mom as well. Five years without seeing their parents felt like an eternity.
“Maybe we should tell Rex first” he suggested. Hazel looked puzzled. “What do you mean?” With the stove turned off and their meil completed, Nick gathered a bowl for the salad. “Well, Rex doesn’t know the full story and he is my best friend. He deserves to know that our instructors are actually our dads. Don't you think?” He explained. “Yes, you’re right. Would it be too early to tell him tonight?” She asked hopeful. “I don’t see why not” Nick replied. In truth, he wanted this conversation out of the way as soon as possible.
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“Alright, so if I've got this right: our Top Gun instructors are your dads. Your actual surnames are Bradshaw and Seresin. You didn’t get kicked out of the house, you ran away because your parents wanted you to have an abortion because you were still teens and that’s why you changed your last names.” Connor summarized, sitting alongside the young couple on the sofa. The clock had struck 11:00 pm, the kids were tucked in after dinner, and the three adults were unwinding with some drinks. “Pretty much, yeah” Nick confirmed. “You've got it down pat.” Hazel added with a slightly slurred speech, thanks to the drinks. Connor continued: “Honestly, that kinda explains why you look so much ike Rooster” A laugh followed his comment.
“And now you’re planning to meet your parents agin to sort all this out?" The wizzo Connor questioned further. “That’s the plan” Nick said. Connor laughed again, his skepticism evident: “so after avoiding your parents for five years, you think you can just fix everhing? within a couple of days of seeing them again?" His question hun in the ari, causing Hazel and Nick to exchange a thoughtful glance. Could it really be this simple? Their parents were seeking resolution. Could one conversation make it better again?
“Well maybe” Nick responded after a moment's contemplation. “I mean, you took the news quite well, and technically, we’ve been lying to you for 4 years”. This time Connor turned quite. His face resembles someone who was thinking very hard, or someone who didn’t have a thought in his head. He struggles his shoulders. “Yeah, true. But that’s probably because I may or may not be a little tipsy” he laughed, downing his drink.
“It’s getting late, I should head back to my place. We've got an early start, Dash” he said, rising to his feet. The friends bid each other goodbye. “Goodnight family Bradfield… or Bradshaw” Connor said before closing the door and retreating to his own place. The living room was dimly lit. Hazel and Nick remained seated on the couch. A deep voice broke the stillness. “Well..” Hazel turned to the source, a wry smile on her lips. “That went better than expected” Nick mused, his gaze lingering on his girlfriend. Leaning in, he ended the day with a gentle kiss on her lips.
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Bradley baby blurb: a whiny, tired reader after a long day just wants her man to cuddle her and give her head scratchies
It probably is the fastest you have ever moved, darting out from the confines of the study into your bedroom and hurtling yourself straight onto Bradley. He chuckles, but he wraps his arms around you almost instinctively, hands going up the back of your sweatshirt, fingers running themselves up and down the skin of your back.
“Mmmffff,” you groan into the crook of his neck and Bradley’s arms tighten around you.
“I can’t hear you babe,” he says, and you tilt your head slightly, not looking up, to push the top of your head more insistently against his cheek.
“Ah,” he hums in understanding as he moves one hand up, fingertips rubbing gently against your scalp. It earns him a contented sigh from you as you sink further into his hold.
Summary: Rooster has a lot of making up to do for the emotional turmoil he caused you during the mission. Fortunately, you have some ideas and they all start with torturing him with some racy pictures of you while he’s in public.
You regretted not going with Rooster and the other Top Gun graduates to The Hard Deck to celebrate finishing the mission. But you had a lot of paperwork to fill out, especially since two f-14 had been destroyed. You were sure the higher-ups would be asking a lot of questions later.
Rooster had understood. But he had still leaned in close and asked you to hurry home. He had whispered sweet promises of how he’d make it up to you tonight for the emotional turmoil he had put you through which involved a lot of cuddling and foot rubbing.
You finally finished all the paperwork. The sun was setting by the time you were heading out of the base. You thought about stopping by at The Hard Deck to join in on the celebration, but you were exhausted.
You showered once you arrived home and you were about to pull on some PJs when a devious idea popped into your head. Rooster deserved a little torture for putting you through what he did today. You walked to your closet and grabbed a piece of lingerie Phoenix had coerced you into buying a few weeks ago. You slipped into it quickly and slid your hair out of your ponytail.
Rooster felt his phone buzz as he was saying his last goodbyes to other naval pilots. He noticed it was a text from you. He opened the message and then immediately snapped the phone to his chest, hiding the picture of you, half-naked in lingerie, smiling seductively at him.
Rooster groaned rushing to the restroom so nobody would see his obvious hard-on. God, you were going to be the death of him. He pulled out his phone to appreciate the picture of you more closely. Underneath the racy picture you had sent him, you wrote a short message asking when he would be home.
Rooster bit his cheek, typing away at his phone, “God sweetheart, I’m so hard for you. I’ll be home in 10,” even though the car ride was more of a 20-minute drive. Rooster would lose his mind if it took him 20 minutes to get home to you.
After Rooster was able to get his rock-hard cock under control and leave the bar, he had all but sprinted to his truck. You had continued to send him racy pictures of you pouting in different positions and on different pieces of furniture, but Rooster had waited to open those until he was alone in his car.
“10 minutes? I guess I’ll have to take care of myself then :(”
He cursed, all blood running south as he scrolled through all the pictures of you in your sexy lingerie. “Don’t you even dare.” he texted back.
“I can’t wait for you to get home. But I’ll wait only if you promise to make it up to me . . .” you reply, and you smile to yourself. You could already feel yourself throbbing in anticipation.
Rooster choked seeing the latest picture of you laying on the sofa. You had forgone the lingerie and were now using one of his Hawaiian shirts to cover up.
“Sweetheart, I promise you won’t be walking straight tomorrow if you keep this up.”
10 minutes later, which felt like an eternity later, you heard Rooster jiggling his keys to the house. You giggled when you heard him swear when he dropped his keys and when he finally opened the door, he was practically panting.
He was wearing his naval suit and damn, did he look good. You appreciated the way the suit hugged him perfectly. Except for the pants, they were stretched tight around the obvious bulge of his manhood.
You licked your lips and Rooster’s pupils dilated. He walked slowly toward you on the couch. He worked his suit jacket off and slung it across the recliner.
Rooster’s eyes traced over your body slowly. Heat pulled at your core when you saw his eyes darken.
Rooster reached for your hand, “God baby girl,” he murmured placing an open-mouthed kiss on your palm. He tugged you up and to the bedroom. “I want to take my time on you tonight,” Rooster explained seeing you furrow your brows ready to protest.
You had thought you would be breaking in the new sofa tonight, but you guessed you could do that another time.
