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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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The Better Man

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: I’ve honestly been struggling a little bit with my writing as of late. I want to write, but I’ve been so low on energy these past few weeks. And then when I do write, I feel like I’m unhappy with the end result. But the idea for this one came to me while I was taking a walk today, and I wanted to get it down. I write so often about Bradley defending Mrs. Bradshaw, but I wanted to showcase a time when she stood up for him as well. Hope you like it!

Warnings: Brief language, alcohol consumption, a really dickish former classmate.

“Oh, God,” Phoenix groaned, her voice cutting through the din of the Friday night crowd at The Hard Deck. From her position at your group’s table, she had a perfect view of the main entrance to the bar. “Not that guy.”

At her pronouncement, everyone else turned and craned their necks to see who she was referring to.

Hangman, Payback, and Fanboy seemed to know who Phoenix was talking about, as they immediately frowned and began muttering a few choice words under their breath, shaking their heads and averting their gazes.

Your husband seemed to recognize him as well, and from his reaction, you could tell he wasn’t an old friend. Bradley’s arm, which had been draped casually over your shoulders, tightened noticeably and his face darkened slightly, his eyes narrowing for a moment before he, too, turned away.

“Who is that?” you asked, keeping your voice down despite the fact that you knew no one outside your group would be able to hear you over the music and loud conversations permeating the bar.

Coyote and Bob turned curious gazes towards their fellow Dagger Squad members, clearly having no idea who this guy was either.

“Luke Robbins,” Phoenix told you, pursing her lips as if the name tasted sour on her tongue and taking a sip of her beer. “Call sign, Crunch. He went to flight school with me, Rooster, and Hangman. Payback and Fanboy know him, too, from the incredibly brief time he was stationed on our carrier.”

“Not brief enough,” Payback muttered, to which Fanboy nodded in vehement agreement.

“That popular of a guy, huh?” you replied, raising an eyebrow. Your friends and your husband seemed to have nothing but universal disdain for this Luke Robbins.

“He’s an asshole,” Bradley chimed in, lightly stroking your arm with his fingertips as he reached out for his beer with his other hand. “Always thought he was the best of the best and didn’t need help from anyone. Not to mention how quickly he’d throw everyone around him under the bus so that he could climb another rung on the ladder.”

“Never got him anywhere though, did it?” Hangman smirked, sipping his beer and leaning back in his chair. “Last I heard, good ol’ Cap’n Crunch has never been invited to TOPGUN.”

“So what’s he suddenly doing here?” Fanboy frowned, glancing across the room, where Robbins and the group he’d come in with were now stationed at the bar.

The rest of the guys shrugged indifferently, but Phoenix let out another groan. “Didn’t Cyclone say something about a training detachment visiting North Island for a couple weeks? Don’t tell me Crunch is part of that squadron,” she rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. Hopefully it won’t have anything to do with us and we can just ignore him,” Bradley said, glancing down at you and shooting you a smile that held no trace of the annoyance he’d felt when Crunch and company had first entered The Hard Deck.

You and your friends returned to your earlier conversation, laughing and just enjoying each other’s company. You and Bradley had returned from your honeymoon a week earlier, and it was good getting to catch up with everyone.

The evening was going quite nicely until a voice sounded behind you that had your husband stiffening beside you, and the rest of your friends glaring in irritation.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?”

You turned in your seat slightly to see the fighter pilot known as Crunch standing behind you, a pint of beer in hand. He was smiling one of those smug “I know no one here likes me, but I’m going to come over and be annoying anyway” smiles. You disliked him instantly.

When no one responded, he went on. “Funny how things don’t change. The gang’s all here. Rooster. Phoenix. Payback. Fanboy. Oh, and Hangman. That’s new, I guess,” he smirked. “Plus a couple spares,” he added, glancing over at Coyote and Bob.

Phoenix’s eyes narrowed. “Coyote Machado and Bob Floyd. Fellow TOPGUN graduates. That’s probably why you don’t know them,” she shot back with a cool smirk.

Crunch’s lip curled momentarily, but he didn’t strike back. “And who’s this?” he asked a second later, his eyes suddenly landing on you. “I know a girl with hands as soft as those is no fighter pilot,” he laughed obnoxiously.

Bradley glared, instinctively pulling you closer to his side. “This is my wife,” he told Crunch, an edge of warning in his voice as he grudgingly told him your name.

As much as you couldn’t ignore the tension hanging thickly in the air, you also couldn’t deny the little thrill that went through you when Bradley introduced you as his wife. You didn’t think you’d ever get over it.

“Wife, huh?” Crunch grinned, smacking Bradley on the shoulder in a gesture that could have been friendly, but clearly wasn’t. “Good for you, man.” Turning to look at you, he winked and leaned in closer, as if he was about to share a secret. “Back in the day, Bradshaw here had no game with the ladies. Hardly ever left with one at the end of the night.”

You blinked and maintained a straight face, despite your aggravation at this jerk clearly trying to belittle and embarrass your husband. “I guess Bradley just wasn’t trying to sleep with any woman who breathed in his vicinity,” you replied, gazing back at him with a serene expression.

Fanboy snorted at that, sputtering slightly on his beer.

A look of annoyance flashed through Crunch’s eyes as he looked back at you. He seemed unhappy that he hadn’t been able to ruffle any feathers at your table.

“Surprised they asked you back to TOPGUN, Bradshaw,” he suddenly said, loudly enough that a few people at the tables around you glanced over. “Surprised they invited you to begin with, in fact.” He seemed satisfied by the tightened jaws and clenched fists that he was now seeing from the Dagger Squad.

Grinning meanly, he glanced at you once more. “Not sure if you’re aware, sweetheart, but your husband here was always the slowest in our flight class. The slowest. The most hesitant. Never good for making a snap decision. Kind of makes you think that Chicken would have been a more fitting call sign, no?”

You could feel the tension pouring off your husband in waves, your own pulse racing in your veins as you felt the heat of anger rushing to your cheeks. Behind you, you could feel rather than see the glares of your friends. Sliding a hand underneath the table, you rested it on Bradley’s thigh, offering him your support and comfort.

Crunch truly was the worst kind of person, determined to ruin everyone’s night for no other reason than for his apparent twisted pleasure. Why he couldn’t just walk away and leave you all in peace was beyond your understanding.

“But I understand, Bradshaw. I do,” he went on, feigning sympathy. “You didn’t want to make a mistake up there. Fuck something up and end up six feet under. You know, kind of like your old man.”

That was the final straw. Fury burning in his dark eyes, Bradley slammed his fist on the table and rose immediately, knocking his chair back in his haste. The rest of the Dagger Squad followed suit, not going to stand for such an insult being thrown your husband’s way.

None of them, however, moved as quickly as you.

You’d risen from your seat, too, as soon as your husband had stood up, rage firing through your veins as you stared at Crunch’s smugly satisfied face. And before anyone else could so much as blink or move a muscle, your fist was colliding with his nose, harder than you ever would have believed yourself capable of. So hard, in fact, that you felt the force of it vibrating up your arm and all the way into your shoulder.

Crunch staggered back in response, immediately clutching at his nose, from which a thin stream of blood was already starting to trickle.

“That’s for my husband and my father-in-law!” you exclaimed, pointing an angry finger at him. You didn’t even realize you’d taken a step closer to him until you felt Bradley wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you back. “Both of whom are better men and better fighter pilots than you could ever hope to be!”

Your ears still ringing from both anger and the shock of what you’d just done, it took a second to register the sound of raucous cheers and laughter echoing around you. Not only were your friends applauding, but so were many of the bar patrons around you.

Eyes narrowed in humiliation and still clutching his bleeding nose, Crunch turned and hurried off, muttering something under his breath about “Bradshaw’s wife” being a “psycho bitch.”

You waited until his back was turned and he had moved off before shaking out your hand, which you were confident would be black and blue tomorrow. How did people go around getting into fist fights on a regular basis?

“That was amazing!”

“Most badass thing I’ve ever seen!”

“Wish one of us had had the balls to do that during flight school!”

Your friends were all congratulating you and telling you how incredible that had been, but the only person you had eyes for at that moment was your husband.

Bradley gazed down at you, his eyes still dark, but no longer with anger. Now they were sparking with something much deeper, something much more instinctual and hungry.

His eyes never leaving your face, Bradley lifted your hand to his lips and pressed soft kisses to your throbbing fingers, which sent a shiver shooting down your spine and straight to your toes.

“Baby,” he whispered, holding your battered hand close to his chest and massaging your swollen knuckles with gentle fingers. “That was hands down the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he told you, his voice hoarse as he continued to gaze down at you in amazement. “And also—thank you.”

You could tell from the thickness in his voice that it wasn’t just what you had done that had moved him—it was why you had done it. Not only would you never allow anyone to disparage your husband like that, but you would also never stand for anyone trying to mar the memory of his parents.

“Get a room, you two,” Coyote called out suddenly, teasingly chucking a napkin at the both of you.

You and Bradley were brought back to the present moment, glancing over at the knowing grins being aimed at you from the rest of the Dagger Squad.

“What do you say, Mrs. Bradshaw? Should we do just that?” Bradley grinned, taking your hand in both of his.

“I think we should, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” you nodded, laughing as Bradley suddenly lifted you over his shoulder to the sound of the hooting and hollering of your friends.

Once you got home, Bradley spent the rest of the night taking very good care of you and showing you just how much your defense of the Bradshaw name meant to him.

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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Bronco Baby

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: Ever since I mentioned my headcanon about Lydia being conceived in the Bronco, I know many of you have been waiting for this one. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: NSFW (18+) - Explicit depictions of unprotected PIV intercourse between a married couple, brief language.

“Do you even know how crazy you make me?” Bradley whispered against your lips, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he pressed you close to his chest. His fingers were warm as they danced up and down the bare skin of your back, eliciting shivers that had nothing to do with the salty breeze wafting through the dark evening air.

“Uh-uh,” you murmured teasingly in response, shaking your head back and forth slowly so that your lips brushed against your husband’s at a tantalizing speed. “I have no idea.”

“Such an awful little tease you can be sometimes, Mrs. Bradshaw,” Bradley grinned affectionately, his eyes crinkling in amusement even as he cradled your face in his hands and captured your mouth once more, sealing it with a searing kiss that sent pulses of desire shooting all the way from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

You moaned softly in delight, burying your fingers in his hair as you kissed him back hungrily, your tongue dancing softly with your husband’s in a rhythm that the two of you had perfected over the years. As the kiss deepened, Bradley’s hand slid down your cheek, his calloused fingers coming to rest on the back of your neck, a sensation that immediately had goosebumps rising on your exposed skin. The weather had been a little too cool for the sundress you’d donned tonight, but it was Bradley’s favorite and so you hadn’t hesitated when picking out your outfit earlier that evening.

“Did you have a good night, honey?” Bradley asked, his voice low and husky as he nibbled his way across your jaw, settling on a spot just beneath your ear, which he then began to kiss and suckle gently.

“Yes,” you moaned, your eyes rolling back in pleasure at the feel of your husband’s warm mouth on your neck. “It’s been too long since we’ve had a proper date night,” you added with a little gasp, wrapping your arms around him and tilting your head back slightly to grant him more access.

“Mhm,” Bradley hummed softly against your flushed skin, the hand that wasn’t supporting the back of your neck now resting securely on your waist, squeezing you with the tender affection of a man who knew every inch of your body like the back of his hand. “Thank God for Mav and Penny, huh?” he asked with a breathy chuckle, nuzzling his nose against your throat, his mustache tickling your bare skin, as it so often did.

You and Bradley had spent the evening at a gorgeous seaside restaurant in La Jolla, one of the first dinners you’d gotten to enjoy as a couple, just the two of you, in quite some time. Penny had called a few days earlier, insisting that she and Mav wanted to kidnap Goose for the night so that you and your husband could celebrate a long-overdue date night.

“Go, have fun and relax,” she’d told the two of you when you’d dropped your son off at her and Mav’s place a few hours ago. “You know where to find us, and if you have too much fun, Goose is more than welcome to spend the night here,” she’d added with a knowing wink.

There was no one you and Bradley trusted your baby boy with more than Maverick and Penny, so you were able to make the drive out to La Jolla with clear heads, reveling in good food, delicious wine, and the heady joy of each other’s company.

The two of you had barely been able to keep your hands off each other on the drive back, to the point that you were honked at by several passing vehicles for veering ever so slightly into their lanes of traffic.

“Do you want to pull over on the beach for a little while, baby?” Bradley asked, his voice thick with unspoken need as he rested one hand on the inside of your thigh, tracing slow, sensual circles on your inner knee.

You simply nodded in response, the desire that was radiating off your husband in waves matched only by the yearning that had settled deep inside your bones.

That was how you and Bradley had ended up parked off the beaten path, in an isolated little alcove right on the beach, the waves crashing in the near distance as you and your husband made out in the front seat of his vintage Bronco like a couple of horny teenagers.

“Mmm, baby,” you groaned under your breath, tugging at Bradley’s hair to pull his lips away from your neck so that they could crash against yours once more. Your lips were swollen and hot from his kisses, yet desperately craving more.

“God, you’re so beautiful, honey,” Bradley told you in a hushed voice, his tone almost reverent as his hands glided over your shoulders, slowly tugging down the straps of the sundress he loved so much. “I’m so happy you wore this tonight,” he said, his fingers playing with the little ribbon fluttering from the top of one strap. “I can never take my eyes off you when you’ve got it on,” he added, burying his face in your neck as his hands freely roamed your body.

“I know,” you laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you lazily ran your fingers through his hair. “That’s exactly why I wore it.”

Bradley grinned, kissing your chin, your nose, the corner of your mouth. “I might love this dress in particular, but you know I can’t take my eyes off you no matter what you’re wearing.” He leaned in closer, his lips pressed against your ear as he swept your hair off your neck. “And especially when you’re wearing nothing at all.”

“Baby,” you whispered, your voice almost swallowed up entirely by the sound of the waves crashing roughly on the shore. Biting down on your lower lip, you slowly crawled into your husband’s lap, straddling his powerful thighs as you sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck, lowering your head to press your forehead against his. “Make love to me,” you murmured against his lips, your eyes meeting his. You could see the reflection of your burning desire glowing in the dark brown depths of his gaze.

“You don’t have to ask me twice, honey,” Bradley grunted, shifting suddenly so that he had you pinned beneath him in the front of the Bronco, his lips crashing into yours as he kissed you with a renewed fervor and vigor.

For the past few months, you and Bradley had been making love as often and as frequently as you were able. Not long after Goose’s first birthday, you had made the decision together to begin actively trying for a second baby. Nothing had come of it as of yet, but you were doing your best not to let yourself get as stressed out about it as you had when you were trying to get pregnant with your son. It had been Bradley’s idea during your first attempt at getting pregnant to throw the ovulation tracking out the window and to have sex whenever and wherever you wanted—a plan you had been all too happy to concur with. Considering how desperate you were for each other, it seemed like just as good a plan in trying for Baby #2. Of course, having a small toddler at home did make things a bit more challenging. But that’s what tonight was for.

It was like a switch had been flicked inside both of you as you began tugging frantically at each other’s clothes, letting out small gasps and bursts of laughter as the confines and limits of the space inside the car made themselves known.

“Oh, honey. My honey,” Bradley groaned, pushing your pretty little sundress up until it was bunched around your waist, revealing the light pink lace panties you’d worn underneath. “So pretty and perfect for me,” he praised you, kissing you deeply as he spread your legs open and pressed his palm against you, rubbing softly. You felt the vibrations coursing through your body as he let out a hum of pleasure. “You’re so wet, baby. So wet for me. I know it’s going to feel so good inside you,” he whispered, tugging your panties to the side so that he could gently glide one finger along your soaking wet slit.

Your skin flushed hotly at your husband’s words of affection and praise. Bradley was never afraid to be vocal about how much he loved you, or about how turned on you made him, and it always gave you the most intoxicating rush of confidence and adrenaline.

“Baby! Mmm,” you moaned softly, reaching up to grasp onto Bradley’s forearm as he gently played with you, his fingers teasingly dipping inside you and then sliding back out again. Pinned beneath him as you were, with precious little space to move in the front of the Bronco, you could feel his need blooming almost instantly, growing hard and thick against your stomach, even through the confines of his jeans. “I need you inside me,” you begged, gazing up at him.

Bradley nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then to your cheek, then to your lips. He shimmied back slightly, giving himself just enough room to reach up under your dress and hook his fingers through the waistband of your panties, tugging them down and discarding them on the floor of the Bronco within seconds. In his eagerness to sit up so that he could unzip his jeans, he bumped his head on the rearview mirror, which made you both laugh despite your aching desperation.

“Car sex always seems sexier in the movies,” Bradley chuckled, fumbling with the button on his jeans as he gazed down at you, legs splayed wide open beneath him. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, suddenly unable to think straight enough to do something as simple as unzip his pants.

“I’ve got you, honey,” you murmured, reaching up to quickly unbutton and unzip your husband’s jeans, tugging them down as he immediately worked to free himself, his stiff erection springing forth as lowered himself back down on top of you. Your toes curled in pleasure when you felt his head pressing against your entrance, your hips bucking in a desperate attempt to pull him inside you yourself. “Take me, baby. Take me,” you gasped, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your face against his neck.

Within seconds, your husband was buried deep inside you, guttural cries escaping your lips as he began thrusting almost immediately, grasping your thigh in one hand and lifting it slightly so that he could hit you at an even deeper angle.

“Yes, yes, baby, just like that!” you cried out, sliding up and down the front bench of the Bronco from the force of Bradley’s powerful thrusts. You hooked your ankles together behind his waist in an effort to both anchor yourself and draw him even deeper inside you, his pulsing length stroking your tight walls as you clenched around him over and over again.

“Feels…so…good,” Bradley ground out through gritted teeth, his fingers lacing through yours as he pounded into you, quaking at the feeling of how tight you were around him. “You’re so tight, honey. Always so tight,” he groaned, dropping his head against your shoulder as you began to meet him thrust for thrust, your hips slamming together in a rhythm that was somehow both frenzied and steady all at the same time.

You cradled your husband’s head in your hands as he moved above you, your eyes fluttering closed and your mouth opened wide, though barely any sound escaped except for the occasional gasp or moan. “Right there,” you nodded, sliding your hands underneath Bradley’s Hawaiian shirt and feeling his muscles ripple through the undershirt he wore beneath. “Right there, baby,” you encouraged him, your chest heaving as he began entering you at the perfect angle, stimulating every sensitive nerve ending inside you.

Continuing to ride you steadily, Bradley lifted his head so that his eyes could find yours, no more words needing to be uttered in that moment as your gazes locked together. Reaching up, he gently tugged at the front of your sundress until your breasts fell out, your nipples hard and exposed to the chill evening air and the tender ministrations of your loving husband. That was another reason why Bradley loved this dress so much—no bra required.

Latching onto one hard nipple, Bradley began to suck softly, pinching and rolling the other one between his fingers as he kept up the fervent pace of his thrusts, lavishing every inch of your body that he could reach with love.

“Bradley! Oh, honey!” you gasped out loudly, frantically reaching out for something to grab onto—anything. The pleasure was becoming so intense that your brain felt fuzzy and you needed something to hold onto to steady you. Ultimately, you ended up reaching up behind you, clutching the top of the door, the window rolled all the way down so that your fingers could grab tightly at the solid metal of your husband’s car.

“So good. You feel so good, baby,” Bradley panted, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Despite the coolness of the night air, the temperature inside the Bronco was climbing steadily. “I’m gonna put another baby inside you, honey,” he promised, his thrusts growing more intense and determined.

“Please,” you nodded, clinging to him as your bodies bounced and rocked together in harmony. “Please, honey!”

You could feel the little droplets of sweat running down your neck as your body began approaching what was sure to be an explosive climax. Bradley must have noticed as well because he lowered his face to your neck once more, lightly licking your salty skin. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispered against your chest, pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts. “It’s fucking unreal.”

“Bradley! Baby, I’m so close,” you told him, your legs beginning to tremble, pressed underneath your husband’s weight. “Don’t stop. Don’t—faster. Go faster, baby, please,” you moaned, your back arching up off the seat as you buried your fingers in his hair and cupped his cheek with a shaking hand.

“Whatever you want, baby,” Bradley replied, pinning your hips down to the front seat of the car with both hands as his hips ricocheted against yours, while you squirmed and mewled desperately beneath him.

“Yes! Yes! YES!” you screamed, coming hard and fast as your body exploded around him, your walls quaking as he continued to slide in and out of you, your legs turning to Jell-O while your husband kissed you and chased his own orgasm.

“Don’t let me go, don’t let me go,” you begged, practically incoherent from the ecstasy your body had just experienced.

“I won’t. I won’t ever let you go,” Bradley promised, pressing a kiss to your hair and holding you close to his chest. Moments later, you felt him bottom out inside you and hold himself there, a soft grunt escaping from his lips as he spilled himself deep in your core, his chest heaving from the force of his own big finish.

The two of you lay like that for quite some time, Bradley still buried deep inside you as the two of you held onto each other like two people drowning in the middle of the ocean, clinging to each other desperately and working hard to catch your breath.

“I love you so much,” Bradley whispered hoarsely, finally breaking the tender silence. He brushed your hair back from your face and dropped a kiss on your lips, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“I love you, too. More than anything,” you whispered back, stroking his cheek affectionately.

“I don’t want to move. I wish we could stay like this all night,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Me, too,” you murmured, biting down on your lower lip. You smiled in amusement, your eyes crinkling softly. “But something tells me we wouldn’t be a very welcome sight when the beach opens tomorrow morning,” you laughed.

Bradley laughed as well, nodding. “When you’re right, you’re right,” he winked, stealing another kiss. Letting out a soft groan, he slowly shifted, sliding out of you slowly, trying to keep as much of his seed inside you as possible.

You immediately felt bereft the second he was no longer inside you.

“You look so pretty, honey. Stunning. As always,” Bradley told you, carefully reaching down to pick your lace panties up off the floor of the car and tenderly slide them back up your legs, tucking them into place. He pressed a couple kisses to the insides of your knees, then pulled your dress back down.

You sat up slowly as your husband pulled back and adjusted himself, running your fingers through your hair, which you knew must look wild at this point. You also knew that your back would be aching tomorrow, but it was more than worth it.

“Time to go home,” you yawned softly, suddenly feeling exhausted as you curled up against your husband’s side and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Time to go home,” Bradley nodded, kissing the top of your head as he put the Bronco in drive and peeled off into the evening darkness.

A few weeks later, after you had finally seen another little positive sign on your pregnancy test, you and Bradley were lying in bed and he noticed the huge smile that you couldn’t seem to wipe off your face, no matter how hard you tried.

“What’s that big smile for?” he asked with a grin, wrapping you up in his arms and resting his cheek against the top of your head.

“Oh, nothing,” you told him, giggling despite yourself. “I just think I figured something out today.”

“Oh, yeah?” Bradley asked, lifting his head and raising an eyebrow as he looked down at you. “Care to share?”

Grinning from ear to ear, your eyes sparkled as you looked back at him. “Well, I was backtracking and trying to figure out exactly when this new little bundle of joy was conceived so that we can get as accurate a due date as possible,” you explained slowly, a teasing smile touching the corners of your mouth.

“And?” Bradley grinned, playing along indulgently. “Did you figure it out?”

“I did,” you nodded, smirking slightly. “I do believe this little nugget was conceived after our date night in La Jolla. You know, that night on the beach? In the Bronco?” you grinned slyly.

Bradley’s eyes widened slightly and then he let out a soft whoop of laughter, gathering you up in his arms. “That’s the power of the Bronco, baby,” he joked, winking at you.

Your laughter was swallowed up by his sweet kiss.

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