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@wldflwrgrace
Master list!
hey! my name is grace! thank you for checking out my blog. My works are separated by series -> character. sending all my love and happy reading to you all.
✩ my requests are open, but I only am going to put out work that I am comfortable with and proud of.
fluff-☻
smut- ♡
angst- ✧
𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐆𝐮𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤
bradley bradshaw -
i wanna be yours ♡✧☻
Insufferable
Pairing: Rooster x (F) Pilot Reader
warnings: mentions of alcohol, a bit smutty - 18+ only, minors DNI
The smell of cheap beer and coconut sunscreen smacks you in the face the minute you step through the doors into the Hard Deck. Or, maybe it was Malibu rum. Either way, you were home. Making your way over to the bar, you take in the sights and sounds of North Island's favorite hangout spot. Naval officers laughing, pool balls clacking against each other, and Penny ringing the bell on a poor soul who set his phone down on the counter.
"Penny!" you grin as she turns toward your voice.
"Siren! I didn't realize you were in town! Can I get you anything?" Penny squeezes your hand affectionately before grabbing a glass underneath the bar.
"Two pints of your finest lager, Miss Penny," a booming voice interrupts you before you can answer, placing a hand on the small of back, "Anything she wants is on my tab". Rubbing your eyebrows, you turn around and get met with the one man you were hoping to not run into during your time on the island.
"Bradshaw," you mutter as Penny slides the beers toward the two of you.
"How have you been, darlin'?"
The last thing you want to do right now is entertain the brunette aviator who always seems to have a shit-eating grin on his face. You've hated Bradley Bradshaw for as long as you can remember. It pissed you off that despite how timid he was in the cockpit, he always managed to one-up you throughout your time both in the Naval Academy and at Top Gun.
"Leave me alone, Rooster."
"I don't think that's how you should treat someone who just bought you a drink," he cocks an eyebrow at you.
Rolling your eyes at the man, you can't help but notice how good he looks compared to the last time you were on North Island together. His hair has lightened in the sun, and his mustache finally went from looking pubey to a real pornstache. He looked bigger than he used to, biceps tight to his ugly Hawaiian shirt. It wouldn’t surprise you if he bought a size too small to show off his muscles.
“You’re insufferable, Bradshaw.”
Sliding off the barstool you had staked claim on, you head toward the pool table where a few other aviators you recognize, including your wingman, Hangman, are racking up for a new game.
“Hey, Siren, wait!”
“What?” you whip your head around, a harsh snap in your voice.
“You look good,” Rooster eyes you up and down with a mischievous smirk. Suddenly, you feel self-conscious about your decision to don a sundress rather than your normal khaki uniform. Your inability to let Rooster know he’s frazzled you, however, outweighs self-consciousness, and you stomp away with a scowl painted on your face.
“Looks like Bradshaw’s got your panties in a twist, huh, Siren?” Hangman wiggles his eyebrows as he hands you a pool cue.
“Please never put Bradshaw and my panties in the same sentence ever again, or I’ll leave you out to dry when you need it the most,” you narrow your eyes at your wingman.
“So, you just expect us to believe that you aren’t dressed like that to get Rooster to cockadoodle-do you all night?” Coyote teases.
“That was the most disgusting thing you could’ve ever said to me.” Shaking your head, you shove the pool cue into Coyote’s chest. “Break ‘em before I get Penny to ring the bell on you.”
On your first shot, you sink four different balls before scratching.
“Nice shot, Siren,” Rooster snickers as he saunters up to the pool table.
“Like you could do better,” you roll your eyes, taking a swig of your beer.
“Is that a challenge?” Rooster tilts his head, stepping forward to close the gap between the two of you.
“Ohh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Roost,” Payback widens his eyes, “Siren is ruthless when it comes to pool.”
“Rack ‘em. 8-ball.”
“Wait, Siren, we weren’t done!” Coyote protests.
“No, no, let them,” Phoenix grabs his arm, “I want to see this.”
Rooster sinks a striped ball on the break, and two more before missing a pocket by inches. Not to be outdone, you sink two balls with one shot and two additional before your turn ends. The two of you go back and forth until Rooster sinks the 8-ball, an obnoxious smirk growing on his face.
“Are you fucking joking?” you mutter as your chest grows hot with rage.
“Guess you weren’t so ruthless after all, darlin’,” Rooster shrugs his shoulders.
“Shut the fuck up,” you down the rest of your beer, slamming it on the table before heading back over to the bar. You needed more alcohol, and you needed it now.
Penny took note of the rage on your face and poured you a double shot of tequila without saying a word, placing the biggest lime slice she had on a plate next to it. Downing the shot, the liquor burned the back of your throat, making your eyes water.
“Damn, Siren, it was just a game,” Rooster chuckles, placing his empty pint glass down on the counter. You face the aviator, and all you see is red. Your chest is pounding and your thoughts are racing with adrenaline.
“Will you just leave me the fuck alone?” you shout, storming out of the Hard Deck. Hangman tries to catch you before you get to the door, but you shrug off his hand because all you want is to get out of there.
“Thanks for ruining my night, jackass,” you mutter, kicking a mound of sand next to your car over.
“Siren?”
Looking up, you lock eyes with the mustached aviator you just screamed at. Except this time, the smug look has been wiped off his face, and his chocolate brown eyes are filled with concern.
“What do you want, Bradshaw?” you set your gaze at your feet, continuing to kick sand around.
“I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”
You throw your head back and laugh, “Because you’re sooo concerned about how I feel.”
“Why the hell are you like this?” Rooster suddenly gets defensive, “I’m just trying to be a decent friend.”
“Friend?” you spit, “We have never been friends. Why would I want to be friends with someone who always has to prove that they’re better than me?”
“When have I ever done that?” Rooster barks back.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve been showing me up for years! I fly a maneuver perfectly, you somehow fly it better. I get a 98% on an exam, but you get a 100%. You get chosen for the better squadrons and have the admirals practically bowing down to you when you know that I’m the better aviator.”
“Better? You’re fucking reckless, and it scares me shitless every time you go up in a jet!”
“You don’t know anything about me and don’t pretend that you care about me either!”
“Siren, would you just shut the fuck up and let me explain myself for once?”
“Make me.”
Before you realize it, Rooster has you pinned to your car, lips pressed onto yours. Your brain initially protests, but you start to kiss back, your hands making your way to his face. Rooster’s large, strong hands caress your hips and ass as he moves his lips down your neck, leaving small occasional bites.
“I still fucking hate you,” you mutter, gasping when his lips meet the sweet spot on your neck.
“Mhm,” his mouth vibrates against your neck, making your stomach do flips.
“Roost—“ you moan into his hair, trying to push your hips into his to create friction.
“Oh, baby girl, we can’t do that out here,” Rooster places both of his hands on your cheeks, “Everyone can see us.”
Rooster plants a kiss on your forehead and smiles at you, “Early call time tomorrow morning, (Y/L/N).” He spins on his heel, getting into his bright blue Ford Bronco, parked two spots down from you. Still processing what just happened, you don’t make any move to stop him.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Bradshaw?!”
“See you at the hangar, baby girl!”
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A/N: i haven’t written in forever so please let me know if you like it! ask box is open for requests :)
literally read it rn for your own good
guess who is writing rn 👀
psa!
kinda in a writing slump rn :/ going to have the new chapter out as soon as I can. Planning on tonight or tomorrow :)
I love when men wear tiny lil slutty shorts. good job
Bob One-Shot Brainstorm
So, I have come to the conclusion that I want the fic to have the vibe of these two songs. Let me know what you guys think.
!!!!!!!
Thinking about writing a bob one shot because there is not enough of them. what do we think?
carl is tired.
i don’t know about you guys, but i have a few questions.
AU: your camera roll but you’re dating Robert "Bob" Floyd
The feminine urge to write nothing but angst
Hangman: Why are your tongues purple?
Y/N: We had slushies. I had a blue one.
Rooster: I had a red one.
Hangman: oh
Hangman:
Hangman: OHHH
Bob:
Bob: You drank each other’s slushies?
soft dom rooster gives me chills
if anyone can help me figure out how to make a master list i will love you forever
I Wanna Be Yours [b.b x f! seresin reader] 18+
{hey! this is my first time writing in about 2 years so my dearest apologies if it's rough. Anyways, sorry for the grammar! Happy reading!}
synopsis: Rooster comforts you after an argument with your older brother Jake Seresin.
Warnings: smut, soft chocking, slight mentions of alcohol (no abuse), oral f! receiving, praising, degrading? maybe? mentions of food, edging, vulgar language.
The day of training you just had was long and exhausting. Maverick had you and your fellow pilots go through training exercises that were vital to pulling off this mission. It was nonstop work. Even though you weren't in the air for even half the day, you were still just as exhausted as if you were. You were planning on just going home and spending your night watching shitty reality tv had phoenix not come up to you and asked if you wanted to go to the hard deck. After a lot of convincing, you said yes.
You parked your motorcycle outside the bar and quickly noticed the familiar notes being played on the piano. As you walked in, you saw all your friends surrounding the piano while singing along to ‘Great Balls of Fire’. Classic Rooster. Sometimes it bugged you how much you cared for him. You could easily tell he felt the same way about you. When you guys were together everything felt easier, the weight on your shoulders felt lighter. However, you knew that you guys would never be able to work due to your tiresome brother, Jake Seresin. Despite this, during your days at top gun you and rooster had your fair share of stolen kisses and hidden emotions only shared during private moments.
You're snapped out of your thoughts by Penny calling out to you. “Hey lovely, what can I get for you today?” she asks while leaning on the bar with her usual smile. You smile back and make your way over to the bar while pulling out a stool. ‘I’ll just have a regular beer, thanks so much Pen.” As Penny is getting your beer she asks, “How was your day hun? You look exhausted. Doin’ alright? You were always very thankful for everything Penny did for you. She was the one you confided in about all the arguments you and Bradley had had. Simple to say she was a motherly figure to you. Someone you cared deeply about. “Honestly Pen, could be alot better. Just got alot on the mind is all” you sigh while running a hand through your hair. “How's being back? Does it feel weird? she questions while giving you your beer. “It feels good, seeing my family again.” you say as you smile a bit in reminessance of all the memories you've been able to make with all the other pilots. The song had finally ended and you locked eyes with Bradley.
Everytime you locked eyes it was as if the giddy feeling in your stomach only multiplied. He was in his usual Hawaiian button up over a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He was still wearing his aviators even though it was dark outside, which you teased him for all the time.
Regardless of how much Jake hated it (and he did. A lot), you and Bradley were extremely close. During top gun you guys would always be seen together. He is your wingman, afterall. It's a bond you can't really describe in any form of words.
As he locks eyes with you, he smiles that signature smile while he walks towards you at the bar. You don't miss how his hand brushes your lower back as you stand up to hug him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he buries his face in yours while snaking his arms around your lower back tightening the embrace. “God,” he breathes, “it feels so good to hug you again”. “I missed you so much Bradley. I really did” you say as you smile into him. As you break the hug, you notice Jake watching very closely. You decide to ignore him for the time being and just enjoy the moment.
“What are you drinking?” Bradley questions as he guides you back to your seat with a hand on your lower back. “Ahh just a beer, nothing special dont worry.” you laugh as he mocks a hurt expression with his hand on his heart. “Oh please, as if you didn't just have a jukebox session without me”, you say as you both laugh. Soon after the laughter had died down, you see Jake approach. “Hey Viper, can I speak to you outside for a second,” he glances at rooster “in private.” You look at Bradley with a sad look and promise you'll be back as you follow Jake outside of the bar.
“I see how you two are together” Jake says as he looks at you, staring. “And what about it could possibly have your panties in a bunch now bagman” you say as you roll your eyes trying your best to look away from him. “It's not going to happen. I won't allow it.” he added. “I think i missed the part where you became the person who gets to decide who i am friends with” you argue. Jake rolls his eyes and sighs as he says, “if i find out anything happened between you two, I will intervene.” he glares at you “and that's a promise, y/n”. “You're acting like such a goddamn child, Jake” you scoff as you walk away and back into the bar leaving Jake outside.
When you make it back inside you notice rooster is still at the bar, so you decide to join him. “Hey how did it go? '' he says as he notices the defeated look on your face along with your inability to keep eye contact, “hey woah, look at me. Are you okay? What happened?”. “Its just been a long day already and I don't know how much more of him being a controlling asshole i can take”. Bradley frowns as you lay your head on his shoulder sighing deeply as he runs his hand along your back. “If you want we can go back to my place and talk about it while eating ice cream?”. This makes you smile as you say, “yeah, I think i would like that alot”.
After rooster put your motorcycle in the bed of his truck, you got in the passenger side and he started driving back to his place. Once you arrived, he opened your door for you as you got out of the truck. You both made your way into his apartment that was surprisingly more clean since the last time you saw it. As you set your things down, you hear Bradley ask from the kitchen, “Do you want strawberry cheesecake or mint chocolate chip?” he says while looking at you from behind the door to the refrigerator “I have both”. “Definitely strawberry cheesecake no doubt” you say as you laugh at his goofy smile.
Bradley brought over the tub of ice cream with two spoons and turned on a random netflix movie. He put and arm over your shoulder and that prompted you to snuggle into his side while you held your knees into your chest.
After the movie finished it was about 10:30 pm but that was fine because neither of you had training the next day. Bradley shifts to set the tub of ice cream (that was halfway gone) onto the coffee table prompting you to sit upright. As he lays back he asks, “Do you want to talk about it?” while rubbing his hand on your knee. “Yeah, it's just-” you go to make eye contact and notice he's already intently listening “it's just jake. He's trying to control what I want to do with my life again and I'm just sick of it. It's exhausting”. Rooster frowns while grabbing your hand as you maintain eye contact and says, “it tears me apart a little more every time I see you like this. Especially because of him.” As you are looking at him, your eyes flicker down to his lips for a second before you notice him slowly start to lean into you.
Your lips meet for a few seconds before Bradley pulls away and all you can hear is the heavy breathing between the both of you. He brings one of his hands to cup your jaw and the other to hold your waist while he moves you on top. “I wanna be yours” he says breathily “Make me yours, please”. That's the only confirmation you need before you start kissing him at a hungry, sensual pace, wanting to be as close to him as you can. He traces his hands under your shirt and along your waist while shifting to kiss his way down your neck. “Take this off, now.” he ordered breathily while grabbing your shirt “it's in my way”. You shift away from him just enough to take off your white t-shirt, revealing your lace black bra that covers almost nothing. “This sight never gets old to me” he says while moving his hands to cup your breasts “so beautiful. Always”. You capture his lips in another sloppy kiss as he unhooks your bra and tosses it onto the coffee table. Your hands move to grip the curls in his hair while he shifts so that he is eye level with your breasts. “You gonna sit there and stare or are you gonna-” your cut off when he takes one of your breasts into his mouth and uses his thumb to move circles around your nipple.
You let out a few breathy moans while you start grinding down on him in desperate need for friction. “Hey woah woah” he says as he moves one of his hands to your hips to steady you “you do as i say. Not yet.”. He uses his tongue to trace the bone of your sternum before flipping you over so that you are flat on the couch. Bradley removes his shirt and your shorts before placing his head between your legs. He hooks your legs over his shoulder and begins to rub circles around your clothed clit. As he does this, your back arches as you say, “more.” you add in between breathy moans, “i need more”. When he breathes you can feel it brush against your throbbing core, only increasing your need for him. Bradley stops abruptly eliciting a quiet whine from you. “What do you say?” he asks breathily. All you can muster up is heavy breathing and head nodding as he says, “C’mon baby. I need your words, love”. Those words alone could have made you come. Your voice came out as a breathy whine as you said, “please, i need you”. That was all he needed before he was removing your matching lace underwear.
The moment you felt his tongue on your clit you could have seen stars. He teased your entrance with two fingers while using his tongue to play with your bud. Bradley looked up at you as if he was asking for approval. You nodded your head, letting him know that it's what you wanted. Not a moment later and he had two fingers inside of you, curling to find your g-spot. The sounds you were making were almost guttural as he found your g-spot almost every time her curled, not to mention the constant pressure on your clit already had you edge. Just as you felt that familiar bubble forming in your lower stomach, he stopped what he was doing. “No. Not until I say” his voice sounded sharp, almost replicating a demand. Rooster flipped you over so that you were on your stomach with your ass up. He took off his jeans and grabbed a condom while stroking his cock a few times before rolling it on. He lined himself up with your entrance before slowly inserting himself while holding your hips. Your mouth had fallen agape as a throaty moan sounded, eliciting a small laugh from Rooster. “God, I missed that sound” his voice sounded throaty and deep as he started to find his pace bottoming out in you. His hand found your throat as he used it to pull you up. You were now upright with him behind you, relentlessly pounding into your core every time. Your eyes started to form tears from the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling at the moment, the familiar bubble in your stomach returning. Rooster tightened his grip on your throat, and he whispered, “I can feel that your close. Be a good girl and let go”. So, you did just that. You saw stars as he rode out your orgasm with you. You weren't sure how many more thrusts it was before you felt him spill into the condom, groaning in your ear as he did so. You two ended up staying in that position for about thirty more seconds, the only sounds being heard were your heavy breaths. After he tied the condom and threw it away, he started a shower for the both of you. You ended up staying at his apartment for the night mainly because it was too late, and you were in no condition to drive.
You woke up the next morning with 5 missed calls and 27 texts from Jake.
“Shit”.
End Part One.
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Y/N: Rooster and I are having a baby.
Bob: That's gre-
Y/N slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.
