#closet | bradley

[azure-shuttle]

look the gays are fighting again

[gabriestat]

gay people cannot break up normally it always has to be something like "it was me. i called the cops. but you're still in charge, benson" and get like four women and cops involved

[mochillydoesthings]

Bradley Uppercrust iii wiki out of context

[peanuts-space]

I may or may not have cosplayed these two (ignore Bradley’s pants being the wrong color, I couldn’t find the ones I was looking for)

[sacreblugh]

what do y'all think he was jorkin it to pre Benson 🤨

[moratoirenoir]

[comradecowplant]

I would like to thank The Morning Show for feeding the millennial sapphics who always thought Elle Woods should have been with the intimidating brunette woman, I feel seen & heard 😌🙏

[writermuses]

[mmollymercury]

I've been seeing them everywhere lately and why am I not mad abt it???😭😭😭

I hate these losers /aff

[willstafford]

Life is a Cabaret

FRANK’S CLOSET The Union Theatre, Southwark, London, Saturday 16th March, 2024 Frank’s fiancé, Alan, has told him to clear out his closet in advance of their imminent nuptials.  For me, that would be a massive red flag, and Frank too (bless him) has his doubts – because his wardrobe is not full of the usual clutter or even a pathway to Narnia.  Frank’s closet is brimming with his prize…

[archrries]

If Bradley Uppercrust III won the first five years of the X-Games, then that means this mf has been in college for 7 years. You're telling me Mr. So–far–in–the-closet-the-locals-of-Narnia-know-him is in college for a DOCTORATE????? He's getting a motherfuckin PhD?????????

[roosterforme]

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 25 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Career Day arrives, and you definitely have the coolest collection of adults visiting your classroom. Bradley orchestrates a surprise, hoping you don't realize it's just a cover for something even bigger.

Warnings: fluff, adult language, 18+

Length: 4200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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You were up before your alarm, too excited to stay in bed for a minute longer. When you tried to roll away from Bradley, his knee dug into your butt, and you groaned.

"Morning, Gorgeous," he grunted, arm wrapping around you like a boa constrictor until you were snug up against him again.

"Bradley," you whined, trying to squirm away. "I'm sore from being spanked."

You could hear his soft rumble of laughter as he released you, and you dragged yourself out of the other side of the bed. You weren't sure how you were going to make it through the day like this. You didn't even know if you'd be able to sit down. Still, you couldn't stop the smile that bloomed across your face, and soon Bradley was wearing one to match.

"Maybe we should have saved that for tonight," you whispered, gingerly rubbing your butt as you pulled your most capable looking dress from the closet you now shared with Bradley.

"We can revisit that activity tonight if you'd like." Just when you were about to argue there was no way that was going to happen again just yet, he let his hand slip down to the right side of your butt which went untouched last night. He gave you a little squeeze and whispered, "I'll get breakfast ready. I want you one hundred percent ready to go for Career Day, Baby."

The way he strutted around the house naked was highly distracting, but you had so much to do. You wanted to make sure your hair and makeup were perfect, and you wanted to get to your classroom early. So you got started, and at some point when you were in the bathroom, Bradley must have put his flight suit on. He was wearing it when he knocked on the door, and you told him to come in while you rooted around under the sink, trying to find the lotion you wanted to use.

"What are you doing?" he asked, panic lacing his voice as you glanced up at him.

"Looking for my lotion. The stuff in the blue bottle." You turned back to your task, and a second later, Bradley was in front of you, snatching up the exact thing you were looking for.

"This it?" he asked anxiously, nudging the cabinet closed with his knee as he handed it to you.

"Thanks," you muttered, wondering why he was acting strange as you smoothed the lotion all over your hands and arms.

"Let's eat breakfast before you're late for your big day."

You wanted to argue that it was his big day, too. He could do anything for his presentation, and your kids would eat it up. But for you, Career Day was always a chance for the fourth grade teachers to show off who they were able to get in their classroom. Who had the coolest adults. It was ridiculous, but you were still excited about it.

Bradley's idea of breakfast was an enormous bowl of cereal, toast, muffins and a banana. "I don't have time to finish all of this!"

"I'll eat whatever you don't eat," he promised. And he did. You watched him inhale the rest of the food as you double checked that you had everything in your bag, and then the two of you went out to his Bronco with travel mugs of coffee.

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Bradley was nervous about today. He couldn't pinpoint one reason why, because there were several. First of all, he'd spent so much time in your classroom already, maybe it wasn't the best idea to have him scheduled for last out of all the Career Day participants. The kids were bound to find him stale at some point, and Marty had just scratched the surface of his many talents. He didn't want it to be his fault if things ended on a low note for you today.

Second, he was already hoping and praying that Natasha was going to be able to distract you the way that he wanted. He needed a little bit of help from your students to make this extra special. 

And third, just because he thought his mom's retro ring from the early 1980s was cool didn't mean you would. But that was really the least of his concerns. He wanted you to have it if you agreed to marry him, but he'd buy you something else if you so desired.

"You're so quiet," you mused softly, and Bradley almost forgot he was holding your hand while he drove. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said before clearing his throat. "Just going over what I want to talk to your kids about."

"What are you going to talk about today?"

He smiled and tilted the sun visor a little bit more. "Remember that video I posted on YouTube before I left in December? When I said there would be a quiz? I'm going to quiz them on everything they've learned with me. Stuff from the video and their field trip. Things I talked about in my letters. I'm going to try to stump them."

"I don't think you'll be able to," you said, lacing your fingers with his. "They hang on your every word. Just like I do."

Oh, he wanted you to have an engagement ring on that hand in the worst way. His life had changed so much since your first letter, but he knew pretty early on that he had feelings for you. And he knew as soon as the first date that he would end up here, completely in love with you.

When he pulled into your school parking lot, Bradley drove past all of the empty spots to drop you off at the front doors. "Aren't you coming with me?" you asked him, but he shook his head.

"I don't want to be a distraction for your morning routine. I'll wait out here for Nat and Marty and come inside with everyone else at nine."

"Okay," you replied, but you were looking straight ahead now. "I'm a little nervous."

"Why?" He shifted into park and reached for you.

You sighed against him. "It's ridiculous, but I want my guests to be the coolest ones. The other fourth grade teachers all rolled their eyes at me for even writing to an aviator in the first place."

"Joke's on them. You can't even get rid of me now," Bradley murmured, making you laugh. "You've got Nat and Marty. And one of your kids' parents owns a pizza shop. You're golden, Baby. Coolest fourth grade teacher ever."

You kind of rolled your eyes at him, but you smiled and kissed him before you climbed out. "I'll see you inside."

Bradley had a while to wait for Nat and Marty to arrive, and he considered running to Starbucks for his newest addiction. Instead he grabbed the bag that was tucked underneath his seat and started to sort through all the notes inside. It was a sizable collection now. All of the letters you and your students wrote to him made a stack a few inches thick. Some of the pages were creased and worn, but they would work perfectly for what he had planned.

When Nat tapped on his window, he jolted, sending pages flying.

"Why are you so jumpy?" she asked, opening his door.

"Jesus, Nat. I already told you I was anxious about this!"

She huffed out a breath. "And I already told you that you could put in literally no effort at all, and she would say yes. You could hand her a ring and grunt, 'Marriage?' and she would start planning a wedding."

Bradley laughed as he organized the pages again. "I want it to be special. Butterflies and all that shit. She makes me feel incredible."

His best friend leaned against the door, crossing her arms over her flight suit, and asked, "You still want Marty and I to help with your distraction scheme?"

"I need you to."

"You got it."

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Your students were on their best behavior. The guests were all excited to be there. Bradley kept smiling at you. Your rear end was still sore, but it turns out there was no reason to be nervous at all. Even the music teacher and school librarian decided to hang out in your classroom for part of the day, because your kids talked it up so much.

Nia's mom, a pediatrician, gave a presentation about keeping your body healthy. Oliver's dad talked about designing skyscrapers and then let the kids build with Lego blocks. Now you were listening to Natasha talk about the challenges of landing a fighter jet on an aircraft carrier, and even the parents were enthralled.

"What do you think would happen if I flew in too low?" she asked, pointing at Jackie who had her hand up.

"You could like miss the deck?"

"Absolutely," Nat replied. "And what if I came in from too high?"

Jayden's hand shot up this time. "You could crash!"

"I could indeed," Nat answered seriously. Five more hands shot up in the air as she talked about velocity, and Marty, who was standing next to you at the back of the room, leaned in closer to you.

"Why are you making me go after Lieutenant Trace?" he whispered as she engaged with the kids.

You smiled at the older man in his khaki shirt and dark pants. "You can hold your own, Marty. Trust me." You knew for a fact he arrived with two tool boxes and some engine parts you couldn't even identify. You were already excited for what that meant. He would be just fine.

Suddenly the room erupted in applause as Natasha finished up, and you made your way up to the front of the classroom. "Thank you so much, Lieutenant Trace. Next we will hear from our favorite mechanic whom we met on our field trip to North Island. Marty needs a few minutes to set up, so in the meantime, Nia's mom is going to share some healthy snacks that we can enjoy."

You were going to go stand with Bradley while your classroom dissolved into the soft hum of conversation, but Nat cornered you first. "I just got a text from Maverick about something so exciting, but I need to run it past you first. Can we talk in the hallway?"

"Uh, sure." 

You looked around the room before deciding on asking Ms. Masters the librarian to help you out. "Would you mind monitoring things for a couple minutes?"

"I'll take care of it," she promised with a nod, and you knew everyone was in good hands as you slipped out into the hallway with your boyfriend's best friend.

"How would you feel about a flyover today?" 

You stared at Natasha, blinking silently at her words. "A flyover?"

"Yeah," she replied casually.

"Like over the school?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed, buffing her nails on her flight suit.

"Are you serious right now?"

"Yes."

You felt like she was being kind of purposely slow to give details as your mind swirled. "You're talking actual Naval aircrafts?"

"Of course," she said with a grin. "I mean, once again, it would be Hangman and Coyote flying them, but even those two can handle holding a simple formation."

Now you were really excited. "How is this actually happening?" you whispered.

"Bradley and I asked Mav about it the other day," she said with a shrug. "Any chance we can walk out to the parking lot and make sure there's enough room for everyone to stand safely?"

When you tried to peek through the rectangular window in your classroom door, Natasha slid her body in front of it. When you tried to look over her head, she seemed to grow several inches as she went up on her tiptoes. 

"Yeah... we can go look at the parking lot." 

You were wearing your key card on your lanyard, and Ms. Masters could probably keep your class under control for an entire day if you needed her to.

"Well then, let's go."

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As soon as you walked out of the room with Nat, Bradley jumped to action. It wasn't his intention to steamroll Nia's mom or her packs of apple slices, but he had something important he needed the kids to help him with. Marty was setting up some sort of demonstration with tool boxes on the desks in the front row, but Bradley grabbed the stack of papers he brought with him and cleared his throat.

"Do all of you think you can help your pen pal out with something for a few minutes?" Eyes went wide, backs went straight, and Oliver even saluted him as he started handing out the papers. "I brought all of the letters you kiddos sent me last year when I was deployed. There are a lot of them, and I'm going to use them for something special. A surprise for your teacher."

"What kind of surprise?" Henry asked, crunching through a piece of apple.

"I can't tell you that," Bradley replied with a wink. "It's classified."

"Are you really going to marry our teacher someday?" Violet asked as he handed her three of the handwritten notes.

Bradley froze, unsure how to answer. "If she wants to marry me, then I definitely want to marry her."

"She wants to marry you," Violet said easily. "What are we doing with all of these letters?"

"Paper airplanes," Bradley announced, holding up the last sheet of paper. Even the parents and Marty seemed amused now. "We are folding them up into the best looking paper airplanes we can make within the next six minutes or so. Watch how I fold this one, and then work on as many as you can, okay?"

He folded it up using the top of your desk when he needed to smooth the creases, and then he held it up for everyone to see. "Start folding!"

There was a flurry of activity as he walked around helping, and even the librarian and music teacher were getting involved. Bradley whipped through a few himself before walking around the room with an open trash bag.

"When you're done, drop them in here."

"But what are they for?" Oliver asked, dropping three airplanes into the bag. "Are you going to have airplane races with our teacher?"

"Not exactly. All of you are really doing me a favor here though. I promise."

"Do you love our teacher?" Jayden asked. Bradley thought maybe he should have felt silly admitting it in front of all of the adults, but he did it anyway.

"I absolutely do. I'm going to use the paper planes for a little project to show her just how much, okay?" He got several nods in response as he checked the time. You and Nat left seven minutes ago, and he knew he couldn't hope for much more than that. "Time's up! toss everything into the bag. And you can't tell her about any of this!"

You were smiling when you walked back in with Nat. He thought that things must have gone well for everyone as he tied up the bag. Marty was ready to give his presentation, and the kids all scuttled back to their seats.

Now he had everything he needed to make this the best weekend of his life.

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Marty looked a little nervous as he started out by greeting everyone and telling them a bit about himself. He told your class that he had a lot of fun the last time he saw everyone on the naval base. You already knew about his decades-long Naval career, and your students already thought he was extremely cool, but he was about to get even cooler.

"I brought three identical intake manifold pieces from jets exactly like the ones that Lieutenant Bradshaw and Lieutenant Trace fly. Does anyone know how they work?"

Several of your students raised their hands, and you watched as Marty walked around the room with the engine parts and let them answer his questions to the best of their ability before he took over.

"This is fascinating." You turned to your right where Ms. Masters was watching Marty, completely absorbed. "I can't believe you got military clearance to take your class to visit North Island," she whispered.

You were about to tell her that it was really all thanks to Lieutenant Bradshaw when you realized she was perhaps looking at Marty even more than she was paying attention to the engine parts in his rough hands. You cleared your throat softly and said, "You know, meeting Marty was probably the highlight of that whole day. And that includes touring the air traffic control tower."

"Really?" she murmured.

"Mmhmm. He put on a brilliant workshop for us. And he's just the sweetest man. Really takes the time to connect with the kids."

If you knew one thing about Ruby Masters, you knew she loved it when kids got excited about learning something new. And if you knew one thing about women in general, most of them loved a man in uniform. Right now, Marty was absolutely rocking his ensign khakis and his pins, and Ms. Masters stood up a little straighter when he turned your way with a smile on his face.

"Okay, time for some fun," Marty said as he headed back to the front of the classroom. "One manifold has been put together correctly." He held it up in the air once again. "Two are in pieces on these desks. I'm going to take this one apart and put it back together while you watch. Pay close attention, because after that, we're going to have a race."

Your kids looked absolutely delighted, and you had to ask Oliver not to sit on his desk while he watched the demonstration. Even all of the adults in the room were watching intently as Marty worked with a wrench from one of the toolboxes until he finished reassembling everything.

"Pretty simple, right?" he asked. Your kids all nodded and answered yes. "Who thinks they can race me?" You gasped in delight when a few of your students raised their hands. "What if I made it a little easier? What if I was blindfolded?"

"No way," you whispered, meeting Bradley's eyes across the room where he was holding a garbage bag for some reason. "Is he serious?" you whispered.

"He's so serious," Bradley confirmed, and sure enough, Marty pulled a handkerchief from his pocket.

"I'll let your teacher pick my opponent," Marty said as he tied the square of fabric so it was covering his eyes.

You needed to pick a child who would be a gracious winner or loser, but you were almost convinced Marty was going to be able to beat any of them. "How about... Jayden."

You set him up next to Marty, making sure he had all of the tools he needed lined up. Then you gave them a countdown and stepped away again. The room erupted in cheers as Jayden puzzled his way through the task. Marty seemed to be moving smoothly, using muscle memory to do something he'd done hundreds of times before.

"Oh," Ms. Masters said. "It seems like Marty is... really good with his hands."

Your lips parted in surprise. "I'm sure he must be," you replied, trying not to squeal as she smiled and covered her face in embarrassment.

It turns out Jayden didn't stand a chance. "Marty wins!" boomed Bradley's voice, and you watched as the older man peeked out from his blindfold with a hesitant little smile on his face.

You were still applauding his effort as you thanked him for joining your classroom today. You were almost overwhelmed by how wonderfully the day seemed to be going. Bradley was your last guest, and then there was the flyover that Nat promised.

"Our last guest really doesn't need an introduction," you said with a laugh.

"Is it Lieutenant Bradshaw?" Oliver asked, ready to climb on top of his desk again as your boyfriend strolled up to stand next to you.

"Yes, of course it's Lieutenant Bradshaw." You smiled at him and said, "Take it away, Lieutenant."

There was a little smirk on his lips as he turned away from you to address your kids. "I know you all learned a lot about aviation this year, but right now, we're going to see just how much. I hope you all remembered that I said I was going to give you a quiz."

"Not a quiz!" complained Jackie, but Bradley held up his hands in mock surrender.

"If you pass, I can promise with one hundred percent certainty that you'll love the prize."

"There's a prize?" Violet asked, perking up.

"A secret prize," Bradley confirmed.

"Alright," Oliver said, still a little skeptical. "Let's do it."

Bradley started calling out questions, letting your students deliberate as a group to come up with an answer, and you leaned against the back wall near where Marty was packing up his toolboxes. 

"That was absolutely fascinating," you heard Ms. Masters tell him softly. "I'm Ruby Masters, the Mira Mesa Elementary librarian."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Marty with pink cheeks, wiping his palm on his shirt before shaking her hand. "It's nice to meet you," he whispered while Bradley continued to try to stump your kids. "This is the first time I've ever been to a career day."

"Well, you're a natural with the kids," she replied, still holding his hand. "And obviously very smart. I'm kind of new to the topic of aviation, but always interested in learning more."

"Oh. There's an endless amount to learn," he muttered, staring at Ruby like he couldn't look away.

"If you're ever free and feel like it, maybe you could show me how you rebuilt that manifold so quickly?"

Bradley had your kids taking turns writing at the board now, but you couldn't stop eavesdropping as you witnessed Marty go silent. The crash and burn was painful as he just stood there while Ruby finally extracted her hand. You were silently begging Marty to say something. Anything. But the seconds passed, and Ruby took a step away from him toward the door.

"Okay, no worries. It was nice to meet you." She gave you a forced smile as she slipped out into the hallway, and you rounded on Marty who was standing there like someone just stole his favorite toy at recess.

"I don't mean to overstep, so please feel free to tell me to mind my own business," you whispered.

"Uh. Okay?"

"Marty... Ms. Masters is hot and single, and she was flirting with you. She wanted you to ask for her phone number."

His eyes went wide as he gaped at you. "She did? Are you sure?"

You cradled your forehead and groaned softly. "I'm positive. She can't have gone far. The library is out and to the left, and then another left."

He nodded before dashing out of the room, leaving you alone just as Bradley said, "Are you sure you're all still in fourth grade? Or is this a grad school level physics class? You win. I can't even stump you. Come see me or Lieutenant Trace to get ear plugs for the Super Hornet flyover."

Your classroom was probably louder than the jet engine would be.

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The whole school was buzzing with excitement as everyone emptied out onto the lawn and the parking lot. Something must have happened earlier, because Marty and the school librarian were standing awfully close together in all the chaos. As far as Bradley could recall, he'd never seen that man smile so much before.

"Ear plugs in! And then hands over your ears!" Natasha shouted, giving a safety demonstration. "Do it just how I do it!"

It was almost time. Bradley tried to keep the hand holding and cheek kisses to a minimum, but it was so hard when you were standing right next to him. You looked tired but happy as you put your orange, industrial ear plugs in place. With a dreamy look on your face, you leaned up and kissed him right on the lips, and that familiar roar of an F/A-18 engine approached. 

Bradley put his own earplugs in before the sound of the jet wash hit. You and everyone else stared up at the sky where his colleagues were flying overhead, but he kept his eyes on you. He was in love. He had Carole's ring and the paper planes. He had all of these words that he wanted to say to you, but mostly he wanted to promise that he'd feel the same way about you forever. And he wanted to hear you say the same thing.

As soon as you had your ear plugs out again, you threw your arms around his neck with a huge smile. "Thank you, Bradley."

"For what? I barely did anything."

You laughed and shook your head. "You did everything."

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I love Career Day. Marty is the man. The oblivious man, but the man nonetheless. And our boy Bradley is ready to go! Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 26

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[the-ech0o]

There is always gay subtext if you look hard enough ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ a̶l̶t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ ̶i̶t̶’̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶h̶a̶r̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶d̶

Jerry Bruckheimer and Paramount: Top Gun is a heterosexual movie dedicated to the military.

Val Kilmer and Glen Powell, captains of their respective ships, holding pride flags and bull horns: I THINK THE FUCK NOT

[roostersbby69]

Hungry eyes

Summary: Bradley didn’t seem to understand the term “sundress season”, as Jake called it, until he saw his wife, you, in one. Now he gets it.

Warnings: smut, shower sex, unprotected sex (if you don’t wrap it, don’t tap it), language, drinking

Jake whistled lowly as a group of girls walked into the Hard Deck, “It is sundress season, boys.”

Bradley turned from his game of pool and turned back around, shaking his head.

“Rooster, your wife pulled out her sundresses yet?” Fanboy asked.

Rooster hit the ball and watched it go into the pocket before straightening back up, “No, why?”

“Careful, Rooster, when she does you’ll end up with a kid.” He laughed.

Rooster didn’t understand what they were talking about, until the next day.

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“You almost ready, honey?” Rooster asked from the bedroom as you were getting dressed in your shared bathroom.

“Yeah, one second!” You called back as you were putting on your lip gloss. You and Bradley were going to meet the other daggers at the Hard Deck since it was Friday night, and everyone would be there. And you really wanted a margarita.

“No rush, baby.” He said as he scrolled through his phone on your bed.

“Okay, I’m ready to go.” You said as you sprayed on your perfume and walked out of the bathroom. He looked up and nearly fainted at the sight of you.

The sundress that adorned your body stopped mid thigh, there was a knot in the middle of your breasts and the straps wrapped around the back of your neck. You had your purse on your shoulder and your signature, low top, converse were on your feet. The dress was baby blue with white designs all over it. You looked beautiful, like an angel. His angel. Your hair was wavy and was put half up with a little clip that he always seemed to stepped on when he got out of the shower. But now he didn’t mind it.

“You look beautiful.” He seemed to be in a daze as he stared at you.

“Oh, thank you, I just pulled it out of the closet.” You looked down at your dress and smoothed it down.

He stood up and walked towards you slowly, you looked up at him and smiled. “You look handsome.” You brought your hand up and wrapped it around his neck.

“You look beautiful.” He repeated.

Your face heated and the smile that graced your lips didn’t falter. “You’re too sweet.” You kissed his lips.

“Ready to go?” He asked as he kissed your cheek, softly.

You nodded and pulled apart as he took your hand and led you out the door to his bronco.

Bradley opened the door for you and made his way to the drivers side, when he got in and turned the car on you grabbed his phone and plugged it in to pick a playlist.

“Classic Rock or throwbacks?” You asked as you scrolled through his various playlists.

“Throwbacks.” He nodded as you clicked on it and set his phone down as it started to play Hungry eyes by Eric Carman.

You both sang along softly, “I feel the magic between you and I.” His hand slipped into yours and his fingers laced between yours, making you smile.

“I’ve got hungry eyes.” He dramatically turned to you and wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh.

“You’re so full of yourself, Roo.” You laughed and pushed his face away with your free hand.

“Can’t help it, honey, you’re so beautiful.” He stroked his thumb on your hand. His hand slipped out of yours and replaced it on your thigh. Your hand that was holding his came to the back of his head and played with his hair as he drove you to the Hard deck.

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“Are you drinking tonight?” You asked him as you pulled into the parking lot.

He unbuckled himself and shook his head, “Nah, I’ll let you.” He turned and smiled sweetly to you. Your eyes scanned his face as you admired his puppy eyes and scars that littered his face and neck.

“Thanks, Roo.” You leaned in and kissed his lips softly. He pulled you in for more and his hand slipped further up your thigh until his thumb was teasing your clit.

You sighed and looked at him, “Come on, I want a margarita.”

He smiled and laughed, “Anything you want, baby.”

You both got out and he walked around the car to give you his hand, you took it and let him lead you into the bar where your friends were waiting.

Once you walked inside you could hear the laughter and pool sticks colliding with the balls on the table. You spotted Hangman, Phoenix, Bob, Fanboy, Coyote, Payback, and a few other aviators scattered around the place. You held onto Bradley’s arm as you maneuvered through the crowd until you reached them.

“Hey you two! Finally decided to make it?” Coyote greeted you first.

“How’s it going, beautiful?” Hangman gave you a side hug as he lifted his beer away from you.

“I’m great, how are you?” You pulled away and patted his chest.

“Never better.” He smiled down at you.

“Hey, Nat!” You walked to your best friend and hugged her.

“Hey!” She hugged you back.

“Bob” you greeted him as he came and hugged you.

“How you doing, sweetheart?” He spit his dip in his styrofoam cup.

“I’m good how are you?” You smiled up at him.

“I’m great.”

You watched as Bradley laughed with Hangman and Fanboy as they tried to give Bradley a beer and he declined, “I’m letting Y/n have fun tonight.”

You smiled at his sweetness, you walked over and rubbed his arm. He looked down at your presence and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“What drink do you want baby?” Rooster asked and played with your hair.

“I want a margarita. Please.” You looked up at him with a smile.

“Anything you want, honey.” He kissed your temple and walked to the bar.

He waited patiently for Penny to assist him and greeted him with a smile, “Hey, Rooster, the usual?” She asked as she grabbed a beer.

“No not today, a margarita please.” He shook his head.

“A margarita? Since when do you drink margaritas?” She asked as she got all of the things she would need and a small glass.

“It’s for the missus.” He shrugged, “I’m letting her have some fun tonight.”

Penny smiled at him, “That’s sweet, Rooster. You two melt my heart.”

He smiled as he thought about you, you were everything he wanted. You were sweet, caring, smart, funny, and to top it all off, you were beautiful. Your one year of marriage was in a few months and you were counting down the days.

He walked back with your drink in his hand and handed it to you.

You gasped with a smile on your face, “Thank you!”

He watched as you sipped it and sighed once the liquor hit your tongue. He smiled when you looked back up at him and shook your head. “I needed this.”

He laughed and rubbed your back as you sipped on the sweet drink.

You spent the evening drinking and laughing with your friends as they played darts, pool, and beer pong.

Bob put a coin in the jukebox and picked an old song that was one of yours and Bradley’s favorites.

Bradley grabbed your hand gently and tugged you to a calmer spot in the crowd. He sang and swayed his body to get you smiling as he pulled you close and held your hand and waist. You had finished your drink and set it down to dance with Bradley.

Now I’ve got you in my sights.

He leaned in until his forehead was touching yours and you looked deep into each other’s eyes.

With these hungry eyes

He sang to you and you laughed as he kissed your cheek and swayed you in circles.

One look at you and I can’t disguise I’ve got hungry eyes.

You grabbed his biceps as his hands went to your waist and swayed you side to side. The people at the bar had turned around and watched the scene as he twirled you and brought you back to his chest.

I feel the magic between you and I.

He came and kissed your lips softly as you kept laughing and smiling in his arms.

Bradley was everything you wanted. He was loving, funny, smart, and a good cook. And very good in bed.

Once the song ended a couple people clapped as he twirled you one last time and dipped you to kiss your lips.

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You and Bradley had said your goodbyes and wrapped up the night. He led you to the Bronco and opened your door for you.

Once he got in the car and started the engine, his hand slipped into yours and you did your routine of connecting his phone and picking a playlist.

“What are we listening to now?” You gazed at him and admired his face, you leaned over and kissed his jaw and then his neck.

“Throwbacks.” He nodded as he backed out of the parking lot. He could feel his pants tightening as his growing erection strained against the material as you sucked lightly on his sweet spot, which you knew.

He drove a little faster down the street while you sang along to B-B-B-Burnin’ up with love by Eddie Rabbitt.

You twirled your hair around your finger as you sang along softly and your other hand had now gone to its place in his hair. His big hand covered your thigh and warmed it under his tough.

“Thank you for letting me have a drink tonight.” You turned and kissed his cheek, letting your lips linger for a moment. That margarita was really doing things to you, and you were doing things to him.

“Any time, honey.” He turned his head to look at your beautiful face that he loved. Your pink lips and beautiful eyes were his favorite. He felt like the luckiest guy alive.

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It was dark outside by the time you made it home and your dog, Diesel, greeted your by licking your legs and whining.

“You need to go potty?” You sweet talked him as Bradley closed the door and tossed his keys into the ceramic bowl by the door.

“I’ll let him out.” Bradley said as his hand skimmed your waist.

“Okay, I’ll go start a shower.” You tipped your head up to peck his lips.

You walked to your shared bathroom and tied your hair up, you grabbed two towels and turned the shower head on and closed the glass door as it clouded with steam.

Bradley walked into the bathroom and stripped his shirt off, tossing it into the hamper, and walking to you with a smile on his face.

“What are you so smiley about?” You laughed as he cradled you in his arms.

“I just want to love on you.” He sweetly mumbled into your neck, he pressed kisses all over it and breathed in your scent.

“You are something else.” You shook your head as you grabbed his face and pulled him back to look at each other.

“So are you, Mrs. Bradshaw.” He teased as his fingers traced your ribs, causing you to shiver.

You leaned in to kiss him, you loved the way his mustache tickled your nose as he tilted his head to get a better, deeper, angle of your mouth.

You moaned as he tugged at your dress.

“I love this dress. You should wear it more often.”

You smiled as your fingers came up and tugged it off of your body, slowly teasing him.

He tugged off his jeans and boxers and watched your ass as you opened the glass door and stepped into the shower. The steam danced around you, making you look sinful.

He stepped in behind you and remembered how much he loved your height difference, the top of your head came about to his shoulder, he loved being bigger than you and making him feel like he could protect you from anything.

He guided you under the warm water and kissed your lips softly, as he kissed you more he backed you into the freezing tile, causing your nipples to harden. You gasped and looked into his eyes as his hair began to drip from the water.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He promised, almost growling. And you believed him, he’s shown you many times, he never disappoints. And his mama told him to never break a promise.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed your breasts into his chest, you latched your lips to his as he steadied himself against the wall with one arm over your head.

You kissed like it would be your last one and his hand came to wrap around your neck. His thumb pushed into the side of it, causing you to gasp, and grabbed his cock and rubbed it against your belly.

“You feel that? That’s what you do to me.” He whispered in your ear and kissed your jaw.

“Please fuck me.” You whined and rubbed your thighs together.

“Say my name and I will.” His finger came to rub your throbbing clit slowly.

“Please daddy.” You looked into his eyes and pulled your lip between your teeth.

“Fuck.” He sighed and turned you around to face the white tile. You looked so tan and shiny against it, and your ass pushed back into him, begging for some kind of relief.

He grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times before lining it up with your pussy.

You turned to watch him as he slowly stretched you out until filling you to the brim.

“Fuck!” You cried, you never got used to how good he felt inside of you.

“So fuckin’ tight.” He gritted his teeth as he tried not to immediately start pounding into you.

You whimpered as he slowly pulled out before snapping back into you. Your body jolted forwards and his hands came to steady you around your waist. His thumbs pressed into the fat of your ass and smacked it once, watching the water fling off of it.

“Fuck me daddy.” You moaned, you sounded so needy, he listened and started pounding into you and you cried out, hands gripping the tile.

He moved back and pushed you forward until you were at a ninty degree angle.

This position made him feel so much deeper inside of you as you felt him hit your g spot almost every time.

“Fuck Bradley!” Your jaw hung open as your body shook in his grip.

“Shit.” He hissed as you squeezed around him.

“I’m gonna cum!” You inhaled deeply as he hit your cervix harder and harder each time, making your legs shake.

“Be a good girl and cum for me.” He focused on your pleasure. But it also pleased him.

You screamed out as your body was hot and your vision flashed as your thighs trembled. “Fuck daddy!” Your voice broke.

He shot his cum deep into you and kept thrusting, letting you milk him of every last drop.

You caught your breath as he sat still and pulled you up to hold you against him.

His dick softened and eventually slipped out of you, but he kept holding you.

“I love you.” He mumbled against your neck.

“I love you too.” You reached back and played with his hair.

“Let me wash you up.” He turned you around and grabbed a bottle of soap and a rag.

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