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The Arrangement
title: the arrangement
characters: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x doctor!mitchell!reader (rooster calls them angel)
words: 20k +
themes: childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers, fake dating (minor), fluff, , smut, mutual pinning, idiots not realising they’re in love
rating: 18+
warnings: female identifying reader and female anatomy used, mentions of parental and canon character death, panic attacks, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), rooster has a lieutenant kink, rooster in dress whites, praise kink, unprotected sex, scratching, biting, cream pie, overstimulation
summary: ‘he laughed, my darling you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul’ @atticuspoetry
You and rooster made an arrangement when you were 18 years old, that if either of you needed a date to an event and you were both single you would be each others date, you try your best to be at every celebration and ceremony for your education and respective careers. you managed to keep this up for a while, but the life of a doctor and the life of a navy aviator never seem to line up and suddenly you find yourself not only cities but countries away from one another and the arrangement falls to the background of your minds that is until you move to San Diego and Rooster finds himself calling on your arrangement one last time.
a/n: this ended up being sooo long and i am (not) sorry about it, i got so carried away with it. also this is the dress i imagined when writing this. also, i don’t consistently refer to Rooster as Bradley or Rooster in this, it switches so often. i also apologise if the smut is bad, i don’t write it often. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT this is an 18+ piece, I will be checking blogs that interact so please have an age indicator somewhere on your blog. this is part of the ‘fly me to the moon universe’
Rooster was sure the world stopped the minute you walked through the doors behind your father, it had been over 10 years since he had last seen you and yet he knew it was you instantly. If anybody asked, he would say it was your eyes that gave you away as being (Y/N) Florence-Mitchell. The same emerald green as your father, full of life and happiness as they crinkled at the sides when you smiled at Penny across the bar, giving your soon to be step mother a wave as your father guided you through the crowd and straight towards the group of aviators that made up the dagger squadron.
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Realest shit ever
THE LIGHT
THE GLASSES
THE HAIR
THE BODY
SOMEONE RESTRAIN ME
In a writing mood so pick a character for me to write for! Also I will be getting the Kaz fic from one of the prompts out soon! Characters for me to write for: jace wayland/herondale, kaz brekker, regulus black, enjolras, riden allemos, will turner, or Bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw. Also if you have any people (fictional) you would like to see me write for (any gender) feel free to comment!
„It‘s not the plane, it‘s the pilot“
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„It‘s not the plane, it‘s the pilot“
Father & Son
„Hey, Mother Goose. How‘s it going?“
"I have a family to think about... I can't afford to blow this."
I know it makes absolutely no sense that a goose has a rooster as son.. but that's not what it's about so I don't care 😋
It's a series... [Part 1 – Iceman & Maverick] [Tweet]
Can someone wright a top gun fic but it’s the premise of the song and mv I bet you think about me by Taylor Swift
Like it either has to be a icemav fic, a hangster fic or a rooster x reader cause miles teller is in the mv and friends with Taylor swift
Hangster and possible story idea??
One hc that I constantly think about is Rooster and his incredible anger issues. You cannot tell me that his rage is gone because I feel like it’s always under the surface, 24/7. He could go from 0 to 100 in a fraction of a second. He probably makes unhinged threats too.
Imagine this:
The squad is out flying with some kids(seriously Trace, they’re only 10 years younger) at Top Gun because, obviously, the best of the best to teach the next best of the best. Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote are up in the sky with two students.
They land, then its Rooster and Hangman’s turn with two other students. They go up, they fool around, crack jokes, poke at the kids and target locks both of them. Then the kids squabble while Bradley and Jake attempt to not laugh. Anyway, they kids start getting rough in the air. Hangman tried to intercept it, but got caught in their jetwash.
Next thing Rooster knows, Jake’s plane starts spiralling for a few seconds too long before pulling up. Cue Bradley about to be these kids worst nightmare.
They land and first thing Roo does is go straight towards the pilots with a look that could kill. Everyone tried to get him to stop and take a breather. That didn’t work.
But guess who stepped in? Yep. Jake-fucking-Hangman-Seresin.
Bradley was easily talked down by Jake(a blessing, really).
So yeah.
This song is so Bradley Bradshaw coded I'm balling my eyes out
Why Bradley Bradshaw is Anakin Skywalker
Foreword: This is a weird overlap in fandoms, but this is something that I’ve been thinking about for weeks now and I can’t get it out of my head: so you, the fine people of Tumblr shall be my audience as I stand on my virtual soapbox and preach about hot angsty men!
When I first watched Top Gun: Maverick, something about Bradley didn’t sit right with me. He was irritating and annoying, with his displaced anger and bratty personality. It was so confusing to me: Goose’s son shouldn’t be such a whiny little kid.
The more I sat with it, the more I came to compare him with Anakin.
Anakin is also known for his displaced anger and bratty personality. It’s written off as poor writing, but seeing it on another character is a totally different experience.
Anakin is frustrated that he was kept from becoming a Jedi Master by Obi-Wan, despite his skills and everything he’s been through.
Bradley is frustrated that Maverick prevented him from getting into the Naval Academy, despite everything he had been through and how badly he wanted it.
Anakin never met his dad, and his mother died when he needed her the most.
Bradley was so little when Goose died that I doubt he remembers much of him, and his mother died before Bradley was out of high school.^1
They’re both sexy pilots with father figures they despise.
Go watch Revenge of the Sith, then watch Top Gun: Maverick and think about it like that. It makes a lot more sense and both characters are a bit more bearable if you look at them through the lens of a scared kid whose life isn’t in their control.
Plus they’re both hot and sexy
^1 We don’t actually know when Carole dies, but she makes Maverick promise to keep Bradley from becoming a pilot, so it makes sense for it to be some time before he’s an adult, most likely when he is starting to think about college.
Bonus pictures because I love them!
Another hangster meme redraw! (cuz they are fun and someone said this was them)
im thinking this is a picture javy took of them when they impulsively (drunkenly?) got married in vegas🤔
Close ups and og image below!
still can’t believe Jake “bend over the pool table” Seresin put on Slow Ride as entrance music to greet Bradley “stare yearningly at his lips” Bradshaw at The Hard Deck
𝓓𝓪𝔂 15 - A Bit Late For Work || Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!reader
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Summary: In most cases, it's you who makes Bradley late to work, except when his mission is to make you feel relaxed following a stressful day.
Warnings: smut (oral - f receiving)
Word count: 1510
Author: Rouge
A/N: the prompt for today is: Oral Sex
You threw your car keys on the kitchen table and sighed loudly as you opened the refrigerator.
Bradley raised an eyebrow at you as he lowered the newspaper, tipping his glasses in the process.
You had no idea why he wore them. And yet, that small glint off the end when he was staring down at you from between his legs, ah. You shook off the thought, retrieved a water bottle, and sat at the table next to your boyfriend. The idea was nice, but you knew Rooster had work soon, and while you were normally very willing to make him late, you couldn't work up your usual libido.
Bradley could tell something was bothering his lover, and he tilted his head as you sat next to him. He set the paper down, removing his glasses as well, and placing them in his shirt pocket. "Would you like to talk about it?"
You shook your head. "Not particularly," you shrugged, taking a swig from the bottle. "You usually feel better when you do," he pointed out.
It was a valid point he made. Nevertheless, you decided it wasn't worth mentioning how much you wanted to change career paths again. All the time you bragged about not being completely satisfied with what you were doing but felt that it was too late to change anything. Even so, you didn't want to go to university any more, and felt like dropping your engineering studies. Your new goal was to become an artist. You were proficient at it too, about as good as you were at university, but pursuing it seemed like a dead dream.
Bradshaw watched you turn your head over. He waited for you to collect your thoughts, and eventually, once you had, he watched you sigh and shrug once more.
"Same thoughts as always, I'm tired of everything."
"You're doing a rather great job with your studies," Bradley pointed out.
You shot him a glare. "Sorry, sorry. I know."
You groaned, cocking your eyebrow.
“It’s about a lifestyle, my bad,” he corrected himself, sending you a soft grin.
"Close enough," you mumbled. But he wasn't wrong this time either. You sighed again, took another swig of water, and then put your forehead down on the table. "Maybe I'm just tired of it, I don't know. I don't feel sick of it though, I love learning and making friends. Maybe I just need a break?"
In response to your words, Bradley slowly rose and walked over to stand behind you. When he reached down, he gently pulled you by your shoulders until you were sitting up straight. He worked at the knots that had inevitably formed there by rubbing his fingers gingerly into the flesh of yours. "You think too much," he remarked with a low chuckle, being a little rougher about the massage. But you could handle it. In fact, Rooster knew just how much his little baby girl could truly handle.
The thought went straight to his groin, and he suddenly had an idea.
As you leaned into his touch, you teased, "Maybe you think too little."
While you didn't expect the massage to last much longer, you were grateful that Rooster remembered little gestures of kindness so often, especially after the self-doubt you had been dealing with.
When you suddenly felt his lips on your neck, you let out a quiet moan. You grinned a bit at the warmth of his mouth, but you weren't about to complain. If he had something a little more involved than the massage in mind, you weren't going to stop him obviously.
As his fingers slipped from over your shirt to under it, he stretched the collar just a bit so he was gripping mostly flesh. Like warming oil, his touch bit pleasantly into your shoulders and throughout your body. When you felt Rooster's hand reach down to your breast, you sighed and tensed slightly. He paused there for a moment, and when you leaned into his touch, he reached further down, cupping your entire breast in his hand. Your breath caught in Bradley's ears, and he grinned wider. The beast that resided within his heart loved being able to please you like this.
Putting one hand on your breast, he slipped his fingers under the lacy fabric of your bra and squeezed your nipple sharply. In response to your breath catching again, he stopped massaging your shoulder with his left hand. In addition, he squeezed your soft nipple and traced his hand down your shoulder blade. Your nipple was squeezed again, causing you to moan, and then he rubbed your shoulder blade with his fingers. The two sensations made a louder moan fall from your lips, and you gripped the chair you were sitting in tightly to keep steady. As his voice filled with hellish lust, Rooster commanded, "Touch yourself." His eyes had changed to all-black; the influence you had on him was indescribable.
The fact that you listened nearly without hesitation made Bradley harder than he thought possible. But he was content to please you this time. After all, you needed the stress relief. He watched through his darkened eyes as your right hand reached between your legs, rubbing lightly before undoing your pants, and pushing them down. Then you reached into your lacy white panties and began moving your hand to the same rhythm Bradley was squeezing your nipple and rubbing your shoulders.
You let out a louder moan as all three sensations collided in the pit of your stomach. Rooster began to move faster, and so did you, until you began to feel your orgasm build. You tensed then, letting out several sharp moans as you came, back arched.
After a few moments, you relaxed, sinking into the chair. You were about to say something, but Rooster was suddenly in front of you, hands on either side of the chair. You felt a shiver of anticipation roll down your spine when you looked into his darkened eyes, and then he was kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around him, but the kiss was cut short as Bradley moved to grab your thighs and pull you to him. You giggled a bit, then moaned when you felt his lips clasp onto your nipple.
After a few seconds of teasing, Rooster trailed his lips languidly down your body, and then all the way down between your legs. He grinned as he touched your wet panties and pressed his fingers against your pussy, causing you to moan lightly again. "Take these off,” he demanded within a dark voice of his.
You did as you were told, quickly slipping off the lacy panties.
Shortly after, he wrapped your legs around his shoulders. In one swift movement, Bradley's tongue was pressed against you, causing you to cry out in pleasure as you gripped the chair. He grinned against your wetness and moved the tip of his tongue in little circles across your clit. You were already shivering, and soon as he kissed and licked and began sucking on your clit, he reached under his chin, and easily slipped two fingers into your needy pussy. Having his fingers strangle you properly, your pussy immediately engulfed his digits in its juice, causing you to moan in a low tone. To make your head spin, Rooster pressed his whole tongue to your clit and slowly moved it up and down, eventually reaching your entrance as he briefly spat on the fingers he pulled halfway out of your pussy, just to make them wetter than before. Soon, his digits returned to your pussy, and he curled them deep inside of you, massaging your very sensitive spot.
"Fuck!" You cried, pushing into him as he slowly began to pump his fingers. You moaned again, reaching one hand up to grip onto his hair as you felt another orgasm about to overtake your body. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You cut yourself off and rolled your head back as a loud moan fell from your chest. Your legs tightened around his head as your orgasm hit, your legs shaking, your chest heaving.
Bradley held on for the ride, grinning wickedly as you came right into his mouth. He moaned too, rock hard and lustful, but satisfied in your pleasure. He leaned up after allowing you a few moments to breathe.
You sighed contentedly into the kiss, and then Rooster was pulling away, grin wide, eyes back to the normal color you were so fond of. He looked so wicked with the expression his face held though.
You smiled all the same before looking at the clock on the wall. "You're going to be late, Rooster."
"Fuck," Bradshaw hissed, then laughed, running around to collect his things before heading out. Then he turned, as if recalling something, and was surprised to see you standing in the doorway waiting for him. After you tapped your lips briefly with your index finger, he smiled and kissed you again. "Right."
As your boyfriend ran out, you yelled, "Don't forget your meeting with Mitchell today!"