#I’m not a big fan of children but this little family ☺️
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god i’m so happy for the two of them and am such a huge fan of this story and all that you’ve shared with of us via new chapter, blurbs, and asks, as well as with me 1:1 in the dms! i’m sad this part of their story is coming to a close, but i know that if you ever do more with them, i will be so pleased ☺️
You and Bradley figured out a way to make it work. Which sometimes included Bradley giving a campaign speech or addressing his cabinet with one twin strapped in a carrier on the front, and another on the back. - oh WOW this is such a visual!!! i just know the entire country is losing their shit
This time, when Bradley kissed you after he'd been declared the winner of the election, you didn't pull away from him. - look how far they’ve come!!! seriously like the journey they’ve gone on together and how supportive they’ve been of each other and now they have a family?? god i love them
Bradley gently laid you on the bed and paused for a moment to just admire you. He'd had you bare before him many times, but something about tonight was different. You were practically glowing against the sheets. - yes mr president 😫 pls mr president 😫 i love the use of glowing here, such a good adjective
"I revel in the fact that you're going to be standing on the capital steps in your pretty little coat dress, holding the Bible for me while filled with my cum." Bradley whispered. - i’ve been thinking about this line ever since you posted that ask. like it’s so fucking filthy and possessive, but it’s so fucking hot like holy shit i’m still blushing from the first time i read it
He's a sucker for tradition, so the two of you dance once again to "Time of My Life," only this time, your children join you. - this is DARLING i can just picture the smile on his stupid face! the big cow eyes! what song do just the two of them dance to together?
"I'm pregnant." - well yeah!!! we need to bring back the trend of having kids and babies in the white house again like sorry everyone is too old, we need term limits, and fewer roadblocks to get young people interested in politics so we can have this!!! my favorite first family!!!
Red, White, and Rooster
Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger
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Chapter 20: The First Family
You had thought that getting Bradley elected was going to be the most difficult challenge that you ever faced in your life.
You were wrong. It turns out that parenting twins while trying to get your husband reelected was much harder. You always felt like you were doing too much and not enough at the same time.
Bradley felt the same way. He felt like he spent too much time campaigning and not enough time with Andy and Elle. But then he would feel guilty for not campaigning enough. He couldn't count the number of times he thought about throwing in the towel. But you would be there to remind him that he wasn't alone. You would always be in his corner and support him no matter what.
Thankfully, the two of you had a great support system. Maverick and Penny were staying in D.C. indefinitely. Their daughter Amelia loved the twins and babysat them on occasion. If they were available, Jake and Jaycee were always ready to lend a hand.
Members of your close staff also loved having Andy and Elle around.
You and Bradley figured out a way to make it work. Which sometimes included Bradley giving a campaign speech or addressing his cabinet with one twin strapped in a carrier on the front, and another on the back.
He was determined to be there for all their major milestones, from first words to first teeth, to more recently first steps.
He'd been with you through sleepless nights, fevers, rashes, colic, and changed more diapers than you could count.
Currently, the two of you were in his campaign office waiting for the polls to close. Pete and Penny had the twins while you, Bradley, Jake, and Jaycee were waiting with baited breath for the election results.
As Bradley squeezed your hand, you couldn't help but think about how, four years ago, the two of you were almost in this exact same position.
You couldn't believe how much had changed in these past four years, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.
You ran your fingers through his hair and jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist as he held you close. You didn't tell him that you could just forget about it. Instead, you told him to take you to bed.
This time, when Bradley kissed you after he'd been declared the winner of the election, you didn't pull away from him.
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The halls of the White House were quiet as Bradley carried you bridal style through them. The two of you slipped quietly into your bedroom and locked the door.
You kissed each other with fervor and passion as you rid one another of your clothing.
Bradley gently laid you on the bed and paused for a moment to just admire you. He'd had you bare before him many times, but something about tonight was different. You were practically glowing against the sheets.
He took his time, tasting every inch of your skin before diving into your core. His lips and tongue danced between your folds, drawing out the most pleasurable and melodious sounds he'd ever heard.
Your soft cries and whimpers of his name were his national anthem, and he would gladly lay himself at your feet any day, just to hear you sing it.
After working you over with his lips and fingers, carefully eased your legs over his shoulders and slid into you. He held you tightly as the two of you made love.
He caressed every inch of you, and when you locked eyes as the two of you finished, you swear it was like he was peering into your soul.
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It was unseasonably warm in D.C. as you and Bradley prepared for his second inauguration.
You'd already dressed the twins, and they were currently being occupied by Jake and Jaycee.
You would get them before Bradley's ceremony and have them with you as he was being sworn in for his second term.
The two of you needed to get going soon, but currently, Bradley had you bent over the edge of your bed as he drove into you from behind. A last-minute, get rid of the nerves romp. You could only imagine what it he looked like, fucking you from behind while wearing his full suit.
After finishing and cleaning the two of you up, he helped you with your necklaces.
"We are going to be late because someone could keep their hands to themselves." You smirked at him.
"I didn't hear you complain." Bradley shot back.
"I never said I didn't enjoy myself, I just wish you would have gotten it out of your system before I showered. I wasn't exactly planning on the extra accessory you left me with," you tell him. You can still feel his spend inside you.
"I revel in the fact that you're going to be standing on the capital steps in your pretty little coat dress, holding the Bible for me while filled with my cum." Bradley whispered.
"Bradley!" You scold him as you follow him into the hallway.
"Make sure you wear those god-forsaken pantyhose today, though. Don't want any photographers catching a shot of it dripping down your thighs. Would hate to cause a scandal." Bradley groaned in your ear before stepping out of the room.
"What? I thought we could make an inauguration baby." He chuckles before lacing his fingers with yours and walking with you down the hall.
The two of you meet up with Warner, Jake, Jaycee, Maverick, Penny, and the twins just in time. If anyone noticed Bradley's slightly askew tie or the way you shifted from foot to foot, or the blush that both of you shared, no one said a thing.
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"Okay, kids, big smiles for Daddy. Okay?" You tell your twins, as you and Bradley each grab one of them and walk out onto the capital steps. The roar of the crowd stuns Andy, but he smiles anyway. Elle, who definitely had her father's personality, waves to everyone and blows kisses.
To be just under a year old, Andy and Elle are extremely well behaved at the inauguration. In a last-minute change of plans, Jake comes over and hoists Elle into his arms while you grab Andy and hold him. You carefully take one of each of their hands and yours, and together, all three of you have the honor of holding the Bible for Bradley.
He smiles but shoots you a knowing wink just as he finishes the oath of office for the second time.
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"C'mon, Mrs. Second Lady." You teased Jaycee.
"Would you stop with that?" She shot back as she fiddled with her wedding rings, still not used to the weight of them. It had only been about two months since she and Jake had tied the knot.
"You know you love it, Jaycee Seresin." You continued.
Jaycee wanted to shoot back a witty reply, but she stopped to collect herself. "Still not over that morning sickness yet?" You asked her as she took some deep breaths. "Is it really morning sickness if it happens all day?" She joked before swallowing the anti-nausea medicine her doctor prescribed her.
"The twins weren't bad, and so far, this one hasn't been either." You told her as you patted your stomach. In a twist of fate, you and Jaycee found out that you were both pregnant at the same time and due only a few days apart. You and Bradley were right about them having a baby within their first year of marriage.
"So you still planning on telling Jake tonight?" You ask her. "Yep. You're still telling Bradley tonight, too, right?" She shoots back.
"I am. I'm surprised he hasn't figured it out yet. He even made the comment that he hasn't been this insatiable since my last pregnancy." You laugh.
"TMI, babe. TMI." Jaycee shutters.
The two of you were in your bedroom putting the finishing touches on your outfits for the inaugural ball. Jaycee's shoe strap had broken, so she was currently looking through your shoe collection for a new pair to wear.
After finding a pair of black pumps, she slips them on and adjusts her dress in your mirror. She places a hand over her still flat stomach.
"Did we really both get pregnant on election night?" She laughs.
"Yeah, we did." You snort. "'After the twins were born, Bradley and I made a bet that you and Jake would be expecting before your first anniversary, Bradley thought it would be a honeymoon baby." You tell her. Jaycee stares at you in shock, but honestly, she isn't surprised. She and Jake were just as bad, if not worse, than you and Bradley.
"Okay. I'm ready. Let's go." She states. The two of you loop arms and walk out towards your awaiting husbands.
You enjoy this inaugural ball so much more than the last one. You aren't working, and you are able to be present in the moment with Bradley. He's a sucker for tradition, so the two of you dance once again to "Time of My Life," only this time, your children join you.
Later, Bradley sweeps you away for a dance that's just the two of you. You lay your head on his chest as he hums along to the tune.
"Y/N," He breaks the silence the two of you share.
"Yes, Dearest?" You ask him.
"So, I've been thinking." Bradley starts.
"What a terrifying statement." You joke with him. He rolls his eyes.
"Like I was saying, what if we renewed our vows?" Bradley asks you.
"Why?" You ask him looking at him confused.
"Because the first time we did it, it wasn't for the right reason. Maybe deep down it was, but I want to marry you again. For real this time." Bradley says.
"You're serious? You really want to do that?" You ask him, just to be sure.
"It doesn't have to be anything big, just the people closest to us." Bradley smiles at you.
"Okay. Let's do it." You agree.
"Yeah?" He asks you. "Yeah." You tell him before sealing your promise with a kiss.
"What do you say we sneak out of here a little early, Mrs. Bradshaw? Enjoy some time to ourselves." Bradley propositions you.
He doesn't have to ask you twice. The two of you sneak out of the banquet hall hand in hand, giggling like a couple of idiots. Bradley swipes an open champagne bottle as you steal away in the night.
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The two of you lay there on your bed in peaceful silence. Both of you are too tired and too comfortable to move. Bradley loosens his tie and drops it to the floor as he kicks off his dress shoes.
Your heels follow closely behind as you shift closer to him. The material of your ballgown wrinkling as you do so.
Bradley takes a long drink from the champagne bottle he picked up before offering some. You politely decline. He shrugs it off an takes another sip.
"I can't believe the president snuck out of his own inaugural ball early." You joke. Bradley wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer.
"It was worth it to spend a few minutes alone with my best girl." He tells you.
You smile up and him and take a deep breath before speaking.
"Bradley." You begin. "Yes?" He hums gently.
"I'm pregnant."
~Fin~
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#bradley fic#sighhhhh this was such a lovely way to close a chapter on these two#congrats on the second term mr president
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Ooo I’m in a papa Al mood now this is not good for my ovaries 🥺 I feel like Alex would just have heart eyes for Addi when she’s pregnant and looking after their first son at the same time like she’s working her ass off but she won’t let Alex help her so all he can do is 😍😍 at her ☺️ bonus points if they’re at a skarsgard family function and maybe one of his brothers catches him staring at her and they’re like ‘dude your smitten’ 😂
🐬 Anonymous said: Okay AHHH I was scrolling through TikTok and this video pops up of a momma handing her baby over to her husband and she’s like ‘here, you left this in my vagina’ and he laughs for a bit and then his face turns dead serious and he’s like ‘can I leave another one’ and my brain just screamed ‘THIS IS SOMETHING ALEX WOULD SAY YOU HAVE TO TELL LOLI’ and I just wondered if you had any thoughts or anything to write about this? 🥺🥺 - 🐬
Hannibal🫁 Anon said: I feel like Alex would have a huge thing for pregnant Addi. Like well into pregnancy,big belly, big breast, big butt pregnant. -Maybe I’m the one with a thing for pregnant Addi😮
Warnings: Bebes, y'all. Bebes
Oh ho ho. Nony, Dolphnon, & Hannibal, great minds certainly do think alike. What a fire you have alighted...a lit... in me. Despite my questionable opinion that Alex’s public statements are somewhat of a stunt, I am so so so soff for Papa Al. My feels constantly live in that plane of reality. I just want the man to be a papa. Is that so wrong?
So... Addi’s no stranger to TikTok, right? Like she’s done a TikTok trick, prank, whatever to Alex before. And he passed with flying colors. So, Dolphnon, I like the idea that somewhere down the line she’s still ingesting this media to a certain degree. She’s hip 😂 And Nony, I like this idea of a Skarsclan™ reunion where Alex is just all up in his feels -- NAY, all up in his instincts -- for his little slugger. Because that’s really what it is, isn’t it? Some primal instinct like... ‘that swollen belly is because of me. Must love. Must protect. Must secure bloodline.’ Like, yeah, putting it that way doesn’t really sound sexy but that’s the general train of thought for the medulla.
Aaaaaand at a Skarsclan™ reunion? Best. Because there's like a hundred people there. Addi's meeting cousins she's never even heard of before, and at this point, she's been around for a good, long while. The trip to Sweden was a bit of a strategic one. Summer in LA can occasionally be dreadful. Even more so when you're basically walking around with a watermelon strapped to your belly. Summer in Sweden? Much more mild. It's like a LA autumn. And even better, summer in the archipelago? A dream.
The women are milling around the den and kitchen, all sipping on a form of coffee (iced or otherwise). There's gossip here and there and despite Addi being comfortable enough with Swedish to get moderately by, the conversation is an odd mix of English with Swedish for emphasis.
"Lille Caspar got his head stuck through the toilet seat. Vad fan?!"
And the men are on the back deck, all huddled around the barbecue or fire pit. They're laughing and probably saying a few off-color jokes while simultaneously, half-heartedly keeping an eye on the children running around them. Through the years, more and more children started popping up at these family functions. First the half-siblings, then Alex's own siblings having tiny kiddos. And eventually, there were bebes of his own.
As the sun sets, the women migrate to the back deck with drinks of their own. Soon, like a good little pack of wolf pups, the kids go flocking to their mothers for snacks and juice.
Alex is around his brothers in a rousing game of 'Poke Fun at Valter'. He's just the easy target. Always has been. It's fun but it is different for Alex. Bill grew up with Valter; they're only five years apart. There's something there between them. But Alex was nearly in his twenties by the time Valter was born. Although there's something familial there, there's also something foreign to it.
He takes a second and glances away from his brothers and at the women all gathered around the fire pit attending to their children. Out of all of them, he really only sees Addi. Her swollen belly stretches the fabric of her long dress to capacity; her hair is gathered in a bun on top of her head because she gets way too hot these days; and she's staring at their little kiddo with attentive eyes as he tells a story to her in between sips from his juice box. She throws in an inquisitive question every now and again, a sign of her active listening despite this particular story being somewhat mundane. "You got that stick? Where did you get it? Yes, it is as tall as Kolbjörn."
Somewhere in the deep recesses of his brain, Alex realizes someone's calling his name. Yet he can't bring himself to look away from the mother of his children... the love of his life. He feels the shit-eating grin across his face and it only gets wider when Addi lifts her gaze and finds him staring at her. She winks and quickly has her attention pulled elsewhere as their little nugget, tugs on her wrist to get his juice box back.
Alex hears his name once again and finally manages to look back at his brothers. They're all motionless. Staring at him. Valter is the first to break. A body-shaking laugh that has him leaning backwards with his hands clasped over his stomach. Gustaf smiles and brushes his fingertips over his forehead as he casts his gaze downward. He feigns focus on a pebble on the ground and kicks it around before raising his eyes back on his older brother with another cheeky grin. And Bill? Bill's been there before. Bill was there first. He knows what it's like to look at the mother of his child and be so swept up in love and admiration for her. When he and Alex make eye contact, Bill doesn't look away. He purses his lips and gives the subtlest of nods to his older brother.
But perhaps the biggest jokester of all, Papa Stellan, also witnessed Alex's little break from reality. He joins the group, smelling of espresso and wine, and pinches Alex's shoulders with a gentle shake.
"A little twitterpated there, aren't ya, son?" A guttural chuckle escapes.
Alex rolls his eyes, "I'm not twitterpated."
Stellan doesn't believe that at all. Truthfully, none of them do. He pats his son's back, "okay," and leaves.
No sooner than he's gone, Addi comes up to the group. She's holding the kiddo in a suspiciously inconvenient way: beneath the armpits, outstretched in front of her. The little nugget giggles and clenches his little fists at his papa.
"You left this in my vagina,"
Alex smiles and takes the toddler from her. "Hope I'm the guy that left the one that's in there now," he pulls the nugget closer to his chest.
"That was my other lover,"
But Alex hardly hears her. He scrunches his nose and looks down at their kid. When he catches Addi's gaze again, she's already beaming, cradling her stomach.
"Yeah, he crapped himself. Diapers are the bag. Thank you, papa!" She sings while walking away back to the group of women.
Alex stares at his little kiddo, who's still giggling and smiling. "You pooped yourself, buddy!" The kid just claps and smiles harder. Alex glances back at his brothers and grins sheepishly before heading inside to deal with his new situation.
On the walk out he swears he hears a chorus from his brothers:
"He's so fucked,"
"Ab-sol-ute-ly. Twitter. Pated."
#alexander skarsgard imagine#alexander skarsgard drabble#alex skarsgard#alexander skarsgard#asked#anonymous#🐬#🫁#papa al#twitterpated
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