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Stranger Things Reading List (Series/One-Shots) - I (Full)

I made a list of currently reading and recommended Stranger Things fanfics here on Tumblr. All were beautifully written by amazing writers. These writers are incredible and full of brilliant ideas, so please visit their blogs and check all of their works. Happy reading! Don’t forget to comment and reblog their works. You may also reblog this list to share with everyone/blog mutuals. Thank you! (For 18+, MDNI)

Reading List - Part II

Series

Steve Harrington

* Oblivion by @wisteriaah * Upside Down Feelings by @aristrocrat * Steve Harrington Series/One-Shots by @harringtown * In The Dark I Will Call Your Name by @americaswritings * Soundtrack Of A Life by @mackenzie-is-loading * Defiance by @wintersxani * 003 by @homeofthepeculiar * The Divorce by @asgardwinter * Strange by @damn-stark * A Place In This World by @outerspacebisexual * Touch by @poeticandors * Dare | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | by @fan-fantasies * Head Over Heels by @theowritesstuff * Into Your Arms by @thegettingbyp2 * Ethereal by @rekiilysm * Out For Blood by @kerstynn * ST Series: Kate Hopper by @stranger-marauders * Sex Education by @sortagaysortahigh * Unlucky by @agentjemmafitzsimmons * New Journey by @suckerfordylansstuff

Eddie Munson

* Munson’s Mixtape by @burgundybmw * Right Where You Left Me | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 by @fairy-asian * TBSY | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 by @edwardmunsonsimp * Faded Memories | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 by @herroyalhighnessqueenmomo * Scotty Doesn’t Know by @munsonsbbyg * Dancing With Myself by @ambrossart * Eddie Munson Series by @baddiewiththebook * I’m Not Above Begging | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | ED by @chvoswxtch * Teenage Dirtbag by @kaiasyko * Meet The Munsons by @mypoisonedvine * More Than A Feeling by @dingusfreakhxrrington * Heavy Metal Love Of Mine by @morwap * Why Can’t This Be Love? by @screwtoddstevesherdaddynow * My Favorite Henderson by @luvfae

Billy Hargrove

* Lonely Is Our Lives by @thewordswewrite * Hell’s Bells | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | ED by @fan-fantasies * 18 Series & Billy One-Shots by @perpetuelledaydreaming * Show Me How by @phobiics * Biology Of Billy Hargrove by @thatonecurlygirl * Stranger Than Fiction by @multi-fandomfuckboy * BH Series & One-Shots by @takemepedropascal * She’s A Runner | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 by @latelyanobsession * The Leather Jacket Effect by @beetboxx

One-Shots / Short Series

Steve Harrington

* Losing Game by @mcybank * Tolerate It | 2 | 3 by @multi-writer * Ultimatum | 2 by @ficsaregettingstranger * Tongue Tied | 2 by @sinclaiirs * Heartstopper by @forever-rogue * It Must Have Slipped Out | 2 by @girasollake * Well Don’t | 2 by @skyebounded * Put It Into Practice | 2 | 3 | 4 by @she-is-juniper * Unspoken Feelings by @appocalipse * Kiss Me With Your Fist by @forever-rogue * VHS Player | 2 by @adriannamunson * Adult Education | 2 | 3 by @chestharrington * Micro Touch | 2 | 3 by @bvckybanres * Kiss In The Rain by @magicchai * Falling All In You | 2 by @sophia-busch * The Way I Loved You by @lurkymurker * Deja Vu by @maximoff-pan * Operation Love Me by @justburningdaylight * August by @londonharrington * Breakups and Makeups by @bellatrixscurls * The Things We Don’t Say @bimrwolf * Mean It by @maxmybeloved * You Belong With Me by @peterbenjiparker * I Wanna Be Yours by @ourautumn86

Eddie Munson

* The Broken Hearts Club | ED1 | ED2 by @multi-writer * CBCC | Tears In The Rain | Gone With Sin by @queers-gambit * Eddie Munson Mini-Series by @strangermarvelss * Hold On To My Heart by @mypoisonedvine * Memories by @ur-local-geek-fest * You Look So Good In Green | 2 | 3 by @shiorinotshiori * Marigold | 2 by @fallen-stark * Separate Ways | 2 | 3 by @theveryfires * False God | 2 | 3 by @goldustwomun * He Loves Me Not | 2 by @hxneybimbo * Deja Vu by @marvelsswansong * I Could Be Your New Spring * FWB To Lovers * Love Me | 2 by @steviebears * Break A Leg, Not A Heart | 2 | 3 by @robynnnhooddd * They Don’t Love Me | 2 by @neverinadream * There Are Worse Things I Could Do | 2 by @once-upon-an-imagine * Safe | 2 | 3 by @loeyparker * Boyish by @hauntlikeaghost0 * Eddie Munson Mini-Series by @dahliarose3 * Right To The Bone | 2 by @havecourage-darling * I'll Watch Your Life In Pictures | 2 by @forever-rogue * Hurt | 2 by @hufflepuffobsessedwithmarvel * Heartstring Mayhem by @thisismynerdyself * Baby Munson by @webslinger-holland * A Little Push | 2 by @ladyfogg * Eddie Mini-Series/One-Shots by @xcatnapsx * More Than Friends by @1-800-munson * I’m A Fan Of Cheerleaders by @coolnamestillpending * This Could Be The End Of Everything by @andvys * The Freak And The Cheerleader by @moonlightsolo * Take You Home | 2 | 3 by @strangernstranger * Love On A Wire by @mooncakesofpan

Billy Hargrove

* He Needs Her by @steveusesfaberge * It’s Just Sex | 2 | 3 by @erosso * The Good, The Bad & The Billy | 2 | 3 by @babyprincessharrington * No One But You by @waiting4inspiration * Dark Horse by @greatlampfestival * Respect And Responsibility by @andormeddows * Baby Do You Want To Come Home With Me? by @hellfirewhores * The Biggest Asshole in Indiana by @stever-things * Ready For Forever by @harcove

Jonathan Byers

* I Wish I Was Her by @lightininglydia * Drunken Regret by @eddiemunsons-girl * Jealousy, Jealousy by @lizzie-boo * Miss You by @iovesteveharrington * Inside A Photography by @inviswounds * Back To The Old House by @nancys4gf * Breath Of Fresh Air by @supervoldejaygent * Seven Minutes In Heaven by @brighteyedbushybrowed * Camping by @proudharrington * Teenage Dirtbag * Late Night Calls * Be My Mistake by @steddiehickeys

Mixed Masterlist

* Summer Write-a-thon by @greetings-and-salutations * Steve/Eddie One-Shots by @upsidedownwithsteve * Billy/Steve One-Shots by @darling-i-read-it * Billy/Eddie/Jonathan Series/One Shots by @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl * Hanahaki Disease Series by @xoxoavenger

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valhallaas · 1 year

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This Bird You Cannot Change

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: You and Rooster can never seem to stay together, but you always comeback together.

Warnings: 18+(minor dni) vaginal fingering, oral (female receiving), p in v, and cream pie (wrap it up)

A/N: Merry Christmas nerds! This was a long time coming and I hope you like it. @sophia-busch hope you love it bestie!!! As always, feedback is always welcome!

But please don’t take it so badly

Cause lord knows I’m to blame

The speaker next to the long forgotten beach chair croons out lyrics to your favorite song. Lying on a towel with a book in hand, you melt into the sand. The beating sun, the crashing waves, and good tunes. You’re having a wonderful afternoon. It’s been three days since you made your return back to town. Way too long to be away, but you were welcomed back with open arms. Your aunt, Penny, not only welcomed you with a kiss on the cheek, but a job too. Quick as a whip you were thrown back into the world of bartending. It was familiar. Like riding a bike, you never did forget.

Taking a deep breath, you smile. Sunscreen and sea salt, your favorite. It reminds you of better days. A younger you, a pretty boy, and empty promises. But you aren't ready to go down that road. It isn’t like it brought back unpleasant memories. You just like to enjoy them. Flipping over your wrist, you sigh, eyeing the time. You start a shift in an hour. It’s Friday and you know, you could feel it in your bones, that it was going to get rowdy. Your smile widens at the thought. Rowdy, you know how to handle rowdy. They didn’t call you that for nothing.

If there was one reason they call you rowdy, it’s because nobody broke up a bar fight quite like you do. No one sees you coming until your right hook cracks them in the chin, sending them back on their ass. Nothing hits a man’s ego more than when they look up to see a woman standing over them with a devil may care grin painted in red on your face. Is this how you thought your night would go? No. Not your first night back, at least. You sigh, shaking your hand out as you stare down the naval officer. His jaw was already blooming an angry ocean of blues and purples. Eyes blazing as another officer pulls him to his feet. You didn’t waver, didn’t move an inch as he neared you. What are you supposed to do? Be afraid? Yeah fucking right.

The officer made a move to get into your personal space, only to be knocked on the shoulder by a wide hand. A body moves in front of yours, his back caressing you front—not afraid of the intimacy of the touch. Breath hitching, heat rising up your neck and blossoming on your cheeks, warming the tips of your ears. You are a goddamn prophet. You had thought him into existence. Inhaling, fingers tightening into fists, you’re hit with his familiar aroma. Sunscreen, sea salt, bergamot.

“You know, you don’t look so tough when your stepping into a lady’s personal space,”

The other guy laughs, looking around them. Everything has quieted down. Even the jukebox has somehow been cut off. Penny stands over by the bell, arms crossed over her chest. The arial pilots you know move in closer. A wall being built around you even though you don't need it.

“You good Rowdy?” Rooster asks, looking over his shoulder.

Your smile grows, his hazel eyes catching your own. “Just peachy.”

Rooster turns back to the other officer. “I suggest you leave before you're made to leave.”

The guy scoffs, nodding at his friends before turning and walking out. You laugh as the whole bar boos him on his way out. Satisfied with yourself you turn and beeline for the bar. Penny still stands with her arms crossed, a knowing look on her face.

“First night back, Rowdy.”

You give her a sheepish smile. It isn’t like you could help it. You have a mean streak a mile long. Never directed at anybody that didn’t deserve it. “C’mon, Pen. Look, I didn’t even break the skin.” You flashes your knuckles. “Don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad. I do have a system, one that works. Would be nice if you followed it for once.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You laugh at the exasperation on her face. Nothing pleased you more than giving your favorite aunt a hard time. Especially when you caught sight of a familiar man walking through the door. You give Penny a sly look, walking over to the bar top. Pete Mitchell still looks the same. An easy grin on his lips, eyes taking you in. He grabs one of your hands, squeezing it before reaching for your cheek and pinching, causing you to giggle.

“You sure have grown up, kiddo.”

“Time will do that. How long has it been, Mavs? I think I was still in high school when I saw you last.”

He nods at that, flashing you another smile when you sit a beer down in front of him. His favorite. You're good at your job. You remember everything.

“Yeah, I think it was around the time you graduated, actually.”

The memory strikes a nerve. The fact that he had been there. He’d been at your high school graduation—the same year that Rooster had graduated from the academy. You had been at Bradley’s graduation. You'd been the one to tap him. Barely eighteen and sending your best friend off on new adventures away from you. It irks you that you have a better relationship with the both of them than they do with each other.

Your gaze leaves the table top, looking around the bar. Gliding over officers and civilians alike. There is still a long night ahead. Your view of the bar is cut off by someone stepping in front of you. Shifting your focus, your eyes narrow and your lips twitch. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin stands in front of you, toothpick hanging from the corner of his crooked grin. You want to smack it off his face. The damn man. All he does is rile you up. You’re fairly sure he does it just to piss off Rooster. Moving over to the other side of the bar, he follows. You grunt, bending around to get a round for the pilots.

“Nice swing you got there, sweetheart.” He starts.

You roll your eyes. “You liked that did you? Want to take it for a test drive?”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Scared?”

“I don’t go head first into things, Rowdy.”

You smile, that devilish look back on your face. “You’re a pretty little liar, aren’t you, Jake?”

He laughs. “C’mon. I’ll help you carry the drinks.”

“How chivalrous of you,”

Following Hangman through the crowd, your skin prickles from eyes that linger on you. There are those that know who you are. There are those that have no idea. As you near the far tables next to the pool table, everyone begins to clap and cheer. You bow your head, setting the tray down.

Phoenix knocks a shoulder with yours. “Damn girl, you’re out here making me look bad.”

“Tasha. You go into the sky willingly, I knock a man’s ego down a peg or two. We’re built differently.”

She laughs, taking a glass and settling back in next to Bob. You quirk a brow up in question when you see him staring at you. Poor thing is too easy to read. He wants to ask, but is nervous to do so. Taking a glass you sit it in front of him, waiting. You want to jump with your small victory when he clears his throat.

“Where, uh, where’d you learn to hit like that?”

“My dad.”you smile, eyes flashing to Rooster quickly. “And a mean ex-boyfriend.”

“I had told you—“

“Yes, Bradley. I know what you told me. But you weren’t around so I took care of it myself.”

Rolling your eyes you turn to head back for the bar. You only stop when a familiar face walks through the door. Tracking her until she was almost to the bar top, you turn back to the group and make your way to Hangman’s side.

“Seresin,”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Your girl is here.”

Hangman nods. His focus on the cue ball. You didn’t know what had gone wrong with them, but you hated to see it. Continuing on your way, you flash the girl a knowing smile. The bar picks up from there. The bell rang multiple times throughout the night. Your giggle held back behind your hand as you watched Maverick get thrown out of the bar. Penny met your curious gaze. She shrugged her shoulders. 'Hey, rules are rules.’ Quickly the crowd turned, going from cheers to bouts of confusion when the jukebox was suddenly killed.

Your head jerks up when you hear the keys of the piano. There was nothing that could stop the smile on your face as you watched Rooster sit on the familiar bench. When he started to sing? You were done for it. That was it. You have always loved his voice. To see him so at ease having fun with his fellow pilots. His gaze met yours from over his aviators and you felt that familiar coil low in your belly. You swallow, knowing. You were not going home alone tonight.

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But if I stay here with you, girl Things just couldn’t be the same

There’s no missing the tall figure leaning against the wall watching you. He’s been there for a while, eyes tracking you as you clean the empty bar. This is your payment to Penny for sidestepping her system. Honestly you’re just happy to be giving her a break. You hum the familiar song under your breath, goosebumps breaking out along your skin where his heavy gaze trails. Familiarizing himself with your skin he’s long since touched.

“So, you’re still here.”

It’s three words and they’re like a knife to your heart. There’s no missing the double meaning. You couldn’t blame him. You didn’t want to argue, so you did what you do best. You diverted the situation.

“Only a while.” Your voice filled with pep. “Penny left about ten minutes ago.”

Your gaze leaves the glass on the counter before quickly flirting over to him. He looks good. Better than ever. You can’t help but wonder how he sees you. Are you any different after all these years? You feel different. More freckles, more scars, new stories to tell. Things weren’t supposed to go this way. When you moved you didn’t intend to leave him behind. Not the way he had left you. You had only wanted to go and explore. He left to find adventures, why couldn’t you?

“Rowdy?”

You blink, and there he is. Elbows on the bar top, hazel eyes burning into you with soft concern. How long had you been zoned out? He tracks your movements, watches as you bite your lip, fiddle with the rag in your hands. He knows all your signs. You’re nervous. When have you ever been nervous around him? Biting back a scoff you turn. You can count on one hand how many times you’ve been nervous because of him. Back when you were young, inexperienced…head over heels in love. Ignoring the burning gaze, you know times are different now.

“When did you get home, Rowdy?” His voice is rich like aged whisky.

“Couples days ago.”

He laughs. “And you’re already getting into bar fights?”

Your lips twitch at the teasing tone. So carefree and you love it. “Pick on someone else. You sound just like Penny.”

Rooster shakes his head, eyes full of amusement. He leans in closer, eyes taking you in. You've got no excuse now. All the glasses are cleaned and put away. The alcohol stocked and ready for the next shift. You finally turn to face him head on. Your gaze clashes with his—defiance and amusement tangling. The tension building between them, a dance they know by heart. You lean forward, elbows on the counter next to his. Your tongue drags over your painted lips, and his eyes follow before dropping to your cleavage that’s basically spilling out of your top.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.” He grabs your hand, fingers trailing over your skin, thumb resting over your pulse, feeling the erratic beat of your heart.

“Well,” you start, “I’m all done here, Bradshaw. It’s your move.”

“My move?”

“Mhm.”

“Baby, my move has been waiting on you to come home.”

Your breath catches. No fucking way. “Bradley, you haven’t even been stateside. Why would it matter if I was home or not?”

“Because you’re my only reason to be here, Rowdy. You know that.” He stops, head tilting as he takes you in. “How’d you know I haven’t been stateside?”

“I know a lot of things.”

He smiles and it glitters like sunshine along the ocean waves. Five minutes alone with him and you're falling in love all over again. He's like a disease. The tension continues to rise. The sweat sticking to your skin isn't because of the summer heat. Rooster still has you by the hand. His rough fingers ghosting over your palm. You watch as he follows the lines that lead to nowhere.

“Do you remember when we went to the fair?”

“The psychic.” You laugh.

It was the summer before your senior year. Time had become your worst enemy. Sooner rather than later Bradley would no longer be with you. You’d be on your own and you didn’t know how you’d survive. Walking hand in hand, he used himself to push the crowd apart so as not to lose you. You pulled your hand away, not wanting to walk hand in hand while your thoughts ate at you. Stopping, you looked around the closest booths, trying to find something to do. Trying to seem casual, you smile at the woman working, taking note of the tarot cards and the display crystal ball. Bradley was hesitant, a nonbeliever. But he sat with you through it all. Cutting the deck. The empress, the devil, and the lovers.

“Twin flames. Two halves of one soul destined to always find their way back to each other.”

And here you both were. Pulled back together again. Who knows for how long this time. You swallow, looking up at him. You know him. You know him body and soul.

“Bradley?”

“Yeah, Rowdy?”

You lean forward, pushing up on your toes as your nose rubs against his, breath lightly fanning against his cheek. “Take me home?”

***

The door shuts behind you, your back slams into the knob causing you to hiss. You feel Bradley huff against your neck as he holds back a laugh. Sliding a hand up his neck, your fingers tangle in his hair. There’s no hiding your smile when he groans.

“Baby,” the word is muffled against your skin. “You’re killin’ me.”

“Can always make it worse,”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Your mouth at his neck before placing your lips at his ear. “I’m not wearing anything underneath all this.”

“What the fuck, Rowdy.”

You lean backwards, resting your head on the door. “I was. Then I saw the most gorgeous man I’ve ever known walk through the door and took them off.”

“Risky move,”

“I know.”

In a smooth, quick movement, Rooster goes to the floor. Heat licks up your spine. You see his small smirk, large hands trailing up and down your bare thighs. You’d done a lot of things before, but never this.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, baby.”

He runs his nose over your center, taking in a deep breath. His hands tighten on your thighs, as if he’s stopping himself from diving right in. You shudder, squeezing your thighs together only for him to pry them apart.

Your teeth dig into your bottom, breathing shallow, watching him as his hand lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. You can’t stop the moan when he kisses your ankle. You can’t help but wonder if he knew he could mold you into anything he wanted. You’ve been his since for as long as you've known him. He could straight out ruin you and you’d thank him.

His hand trails up your leg, rough calluses catching on your skin. There is no buildup, his finger running through your folds, a hum as he collects it before sticking the digit in his mouth.

“You're fucking soaked, Rowdy. Fuck, bet you taste real sweet, huh?”

“Yes, lieutenant.” It comes out in a sigh.

“Fuck me.”

You clench around nothing. Rooster’s voice was raw, deeper than you’d ever heard it. He gave nothing else before diving in. You moan, your head falling back against the door again. Only to lift it when he smacks your thigh.

“Rowdy,”

You huff, but nod, biting back your whimper. His tongue is flat as it makes its way through your folds. It’s like he’s done this before. Or at least thought about it. That thought does something to you. Thinking about Rooster having thoughts about face fucking you. You have to tell him, god, you have to tell him.

“Bradley,” you murmur, hips lifting to roll against his face.

“Baby.” He says voice thick with arousal. You squirm at the feel of his breath against you. His thumb rolls your clit in circles as his tongue parts your folds. He slips a digit in before replacing it with his tongue.

You grind yourself on his face, barely catching the feel of his mustache and it is exquisite. You whisper his name again, wanting him to look at you, to see you. Want him to know that you’ve only been a mess like this because of him. He holds you open and licks up the seam of your sex, you jerk, knee barely grazing his cheek.

“Hey, I got you.”

He strokes and teases your pussy. Switching off between his thick fingers and his tongue. He has you quivering. The sounds of you clenching around his fingers, his tongue are obscene and he fucking loves it.

You feel like you’re drowning. Every crashing wave grows higher and higher building a tsunami that can’t be stopped. You move with every flick of his tongue. Heel digging into his shoulder when he sucks your clit into his warm mouth. It almost sends you over.

“You taste so good, baby. So fucking perfect for me.”

You can’t help but laugh. “That’s because I’m made for you.”

Rooster groans at your words. Fingers digging into your exposed thigh. You’re right on the edge. Just a little bit more. A simple push and—you cry out when his thumb brushes against your clit in a perfect circle. The perfect pressure and you're flying.

“Oh my god,”

Rooster groans against you, feeling your release. You clench tightly on his tongue as he fucks it into you, taking everything you’ve got to give. He keeps up his pace, helping you ride it out. As your hips slow down he replaces his tongue with his fingers, his mouth going back to your sensitive nub.

“Brad—Bradley, no. Please.”

“Come on, be a good girl. One more, just one more.”

It shoots straight to your core. You’re desperate, small whimpers falling from your lips. Good girl. Of course you’d be his good girl. Whatever kept him here with you is what you’d be.

You're dripping down your thighs. You know it’s all over his face, drenching his mustache. He catches your eye when he pulls away, a grin tilting his lips. He’s shining with your release. Leaning forward he catches you by surprise and kisses you. You hum into it, opening up to let him explore your mouth. Licking into him, you taste yourself. Odd, different, but not unpleasant. You're distracted when his fingers pump into you, curling into that spongy part of you that you can’t even reach. It hits fast and hard.

Rooster’s chuckling to himself when he stands to his feet.

Your eyes narrow as your breath evens out. “Got something to say, Bradshaw?”

He grabs your hand and presses it against his groin. Even through the fabric of his jeans you can tell that he’s hard as steel and burning hot. “I think I’ve done enough with my mouth, hmm?”

“You going take me to bed, or fuck me against my front door?”

His eyes darken at your words. “Baby I don’t know if I want to fuck you so hard your neighbors know my name, or fuck you to where you’re stupid for my cock and my cock only.”

You don’t say much as you drag him to your bedroom. Clothes are tossed on the floor. Rooster curses under his breath when you pull your top off, his hands pulling you to him so he can suck a nipple into his mouth. You sigh with the building pleasure, hands combing through his dark locks.

“This won’t be gentle, I don’t know if I can be easy with you right now.”

“Are you warning me?”

Rooster levels you with a look. “It’s been a while, Rowdy.”

You trail your gaze over him from his head to his toes, lingering where his hand was working his length. “I think I’ll be okay. I know how to handle you. Always have.”

You run a thumb over the tip, smearing the precum. Your nails nip at his sensitive skin and he shivers. You fall back against the bed watching as he climbs over you. His dick nudges the soaked folds of your cunt.

“Come on baby,” you say softly, arching your back to lift your hips. “Ruin me, I want it.”

And you know he wants to. It’s been so long. Too long.

“You’re good to me,” his voice is thick with want.

Slowly he sinks into you. He’s too big. Fuck, he’s so big. The head of his cock snags at your entrance, causing him to start over. You breathe in nice and slow, relaxing yourself with every slow thrust he makes until he’s at the hilt.

“Holy fuck,” You hiss as he sits snug. You need a moment.

With a deep breath you nod, giving him permission and he’s taking it, demanding more–needing more the second he feels the tight velvet of your sex.

“Bradley,” you moan, mail digging into his shoulders.

He nods. He knows you need this as much as he does. You're clinging to him, hands tugging at his hair, cunt clenching around him like he’d slip free at any moment. His thrusts are deep, building a slow burn inside of you. Your toes curl because it’s just the beginning. You arch your back, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. You hit a good rhythm, letting yourself breathe, relax, and suck him in deeper. You’re almost where he wants you. Rooster looks at you and your heart flips in your chest. It’s like he’s truly looking at you for the first time. He’s looking at you like he’s in love. You clench around him and he groans. He thrusts a little harder than before, causing your head to fall back.

“Eyes on me,” You whimper and open your eyes. “Eyes on me, baby.”

You watch each other, a breath apart as you circle your hips. You’re waiting for him to break. Any second now. He muffles out curses, a hand trailing up and wrapping around your neck. The action has your eyes rolling back before you snap them open. Your walls flutter around him, and his grip tightens. A knowing looking glinting in his eye. You flex your cunt, lower muscles bearing down as you grip him. He groans, the sound erupting in the silent room.

There’s pleasure coiling behind your pussy. “Bradley, fuck,”

“What is it?”

“Fuck me,” You whine, pulling on his hair. “Baby, please. I need it.”

His gaze drops from your face to where he’s burying himself in your tight cunt. He nods before lifting his eyes. “Alright, Rowdy.”

You flash him a grin and he jolts, his cock twitching deep. You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. You can’t remember the last time it was ever like this. Swallowing. You know that’s a lie. It’s always been him. He’s so big and you’re so fucking full. He fills you to the brim, cock dragging against your walls.

He's finally picked up his rhythm. Hammering into you, each deep stroke better than the last. Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You lurch against him when you moan. You melt, boneless, like jelly. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“Fuck, Rowdy. Missed the feeling of you on my cock.”

You snort, pulling yourself closer to him. Guttural grunts and low growls meet your ear. Heavy breaths that bounce around the empty room. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. Rooster readjusts, moving you to where you are firmly planted on his thighs, giving him a better angle. You’re bouncing with each thrust from his cock now. He’s deep, so deep you can see the bulge of him in your tummy. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“You got one more for me?”

He knows you can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. Just like he said he would. He loves when you get like this. He loves it even more because you asked for it. You move, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re puffy and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips.

It builds and builds and builds until it has nowhere to go. It roars forward, jolting you, a scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Rooster is there. He holds you into place, mustache grazing your cheek. He fucks you through it all, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low gravel filled groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. You feel the drag of his dog tags when he lifts his head to trail kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You pull him on top of you, hugging him tightly to you. You bask in the feel of him. You hadn’t realized how much you’d been missing him until you were drunk off of him. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from him. His eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you.

“Keep me in there,” he tells you and you just smile.

“Always.” You hum, scratching his head with your nails. “Missed you.”

“I missed you, Rowdy. Always miss you.”

You swallow suddenly feeling shy. Rooster pulls himself up, pushing loose strands of hair out of your face. He looks at you, really looks at you. Eyes roaming all over your face.

“I want you to stay.”

Your heart clenches. “Only if you do.”

His lips briefly lift. “I’ll always come home to you, Rowdy. It has to be enough.”

“I’d never keep you from the sky. I’d never ask you to change.”

Rooster kisses you all over. “That’s my girl.”

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