#gif made by alieneen

[the-chrxnicle]

if somehow the lord gave me a second chance at that moment, i would do it all over again

i. through the valley - ashley johnson, chris rondinella || ii. simple man - lyndyrd skynyrd || iii. the last of us (goodnight) - gustavo santaolalla || iv. future days - pearl jam || v. the last of us - gustavo santaolalla || vi. alive - pearl jam || vii. hand me, oh hang me - oscar isaac, punch brothers, the secret sisters || viii. house of the rising sun - the animals || ix. hellfire - barns courtney || x. hell broke luce - tom waits || xi. landslide - fleetwood mac || xii. wish you were here - pink floyd || xiii. long long time - linda ronstadt || xiv. alone and forsaken - hank williams || xv. hurt - johnny cash || xvi. while my guitar gently weeps - the beatles || xvii. power over me (acoustic) - dermot kennedy || xviii. losing my religion - shawn james || xix. stairway to heaven - led zeppelin || xx. never let me down again - jessica mazin || xxi. going to california - led zeppelin || xxii. the last of us (never again) - gustavo santaolalla || xxiii. arsonist's lullabye - hozier || xxiv. future days - troy baker || xxv. vienna - billy joel || xxvi. black - pearl jam || xxvii. helpless hoping - crosby, still & nash || xxviii. we'll meet again - johnny cash || xxix. wayfaring stranger - ashley johnson, troy baker

[closetspngirl]

Ok...I've read. I've processed. I'm back from running around the hills of South Dakota to post. I'm ready to respond. *cracks knuckles*

First. Reading this first thing in the morning?? Oof. 🥵 Maybe I should wait until I'm going to bed. 😂

Second. I have had this same thing happen to me god know how many times. I have so many insecurities. I felt this on a very personal level. And to know that Rooster would walk in immediately concerned, know what was wrong without having to tell him and having him react like that? With love and concern?

Third.

Pretty sure that's how I reacted when I got to the end. And then proceeded to lay here (yes I checked my phone for the time after walking up, saw your notif and proceeded to read it) and laugh. This response post also made me realize I need to search tumblr for some Rooster gifs. I don't have any. 😭

Day 3's top lines:

"...he batted your hands away." and “Nuh uh, keep your hands on me or at your sides.” Sir. Do not be using the fact that I like being told what to do against me. That's rude.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Hands on the counter." You know those two sentences, said right after each other, had two completely different tones. Very minute differences. But definitely different. But both of them said with the same amount of love and adoration. (Gif by @alieneen )

“Do you feel bonita?” 

You KNOW he said it like "Do you feel ✨Bonita✨?" 😂🤣 I lost it.

Mirror Sex | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 1,075

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! body insecurity, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

You had been staring at yourself in the mirror for the past twenty minutes, poking and pulling at different parts of your body. Bradley had been home for a few minutes, you had heard the front door open and him call out your name but you weren’t ready to face him yet. 

“Sweetheart?” There’s a knock on the door before it opens. “Is it my birthday?” He jokes, obviously happy to have found you in nothing but your underwear. You turn to face him, forcing a smile. Bradley was your dream man, he was kind, funny, and one hell of a cook. It didn’t hurt that the Navy had also turned him into two-hundred pounds of pure, tanned muscle. 

“I missed you too, baby,” His brows furrowed, knowing you well enough to know something was off. “I’m fine, Bradley.” 

“No, you’re not,” Bradley started looking you over, concern evident in his eyes. “What is it? Are you hurt?” His touch burned, your self-consciousness eating away at you until you pushed his hands away.

“Lee, just stop for a minute.” He frowned but dropped his hands to his sides. He was worried, you knew that, but you couldn’t get the nasty voice in your head to stop talking. You looked a lot different than you had when you had come to California, different than when you met your loving boyfriend. Most days, you were fine with the change, but there was something about today that had gotten to you.

“I’m going to need you to fill me in here, sweetheart.” Bradley reached for you and this time you let him, he pulled you against his chest. He had showered at work, smelling like the special soap you had bought him. Breathing in the familiar scent, you melted into him. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?��� 

“Do you think I’m attractive?” You whispered, holding his shirt tight when he tried to pull away. “Don’t look at me, just answer me.” 

“Baby, you’re hot as fuck,” His blunt reply made you laugh, easing a bit of the tension your body had been holding. “What’s this about?” 

“Brain’s being mean,” You mumbled, kissing his chest. “I’m really glad you’re home.” 

Bradley turned you around, your back to his chest. You looked at him in the mirror, admiring his handsome face. He, on the other hand, was watching you. 

“Does my girl need a reminder of how beautiful she is?” 

“Maybe,” You reached up, cupping the back of his neck. Bradley kissed the top of your head.

“You're perfect, baby,” He kissed your neck. “Your smile gets me weak in the knees and these,” He squeezed your breasts. “Well, you know how much I love ‘em. But I’ve got a feeling you’re worried about this,” His large, calloused hands ran over your stomach and you groaned, trying to wrap your arms around yourself but he batted your hands away.

“Lee,”

“Nuh uh, keep your hands on me or at your sides.” You grumbled unhappily but complied.

“You know what I love so much about this part of you?” He ran his hands over your stomach and squeezed your hips, his touch highlighting all of your insecurities. “Means I’m taking good care of you, keeping you fed and happy.” 

“I do love your cooking,” You did. Bradley was an excellent cook, always showing off in the kitchen, recreating any recipe you found on Pinterest wearing a kiss the chef apron. 

His thumbs hooked your underwear, pushing them down far enough until gravity took over. You kicked them to the side, heat pooling at your core, knowing what was coming. All of your earlier insecurities were forgotten as Bradley reached down, a calloused finger slipping between your folds.

“Watch yourself in the mirror, baby,” Bradley ordered you and your eyes snapped up. You watched as Bradley’s fingers moved with precision, finding your clit, making you squirm with desire. “Think you can take me now, sweetheart?” 

Normally Bradley could spend hours on foreplay, working you over so well you had tears in your eyes, barely able to think anything at all before he finally slipped inside of you, and for good reason too. There was a reason his callsign was Rooster and it wasn’t just because he was an annoyingly early riser. 

“I can take it,” Bradley chuckled at your breathy reply, bending you easily over the bathroom counter. You spread your feet apart, giving him easier access. You watched Bradley unbuckle his belt and push off his jeans, “I love you.” 

“I love you too, sweetheart. Hands on the counter,” You braced yourself, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in anticipation. Your moan filled the bathroom as Bradley worked two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of you at a quick pace that already had your knees shaking. “You look so pretty like this, needy for me,” Bradley kissed the back of your neck. 

“Lee,” You panted, widening your stance. He pulled out his fingers but before you could whine, he pushed into you. “Fuck.” Your eyes fluttered shut, your senses overwhelmed by the sensation of Bradley surrounding you, filling you, it was all consuming.

“Look in the mirror, baby, look at how pretty you are while I fuck you,” Bradley was thrusting into you at an excruciating pace, making it hard to keep your eyes open but you tried your best. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, baby.”

“I love you,” He smiled, his pace not faltering.

“I love every single part of you, tell me what you are, baby,” Your hands slipped on the counter, your front collapsing against the cool surface but the change in angle felt too good to care. You kept your eyes on the mirror, looking at your blissed out expression, the way your hair stuck to your forehead, and the way Bradley was watching you with love and adoration. “Answer me, baby, what are you? How does my girl look?”

“Beau- ah, fuck, beautiful.” 

“That’s right, baby, you’re beautiful.” He found your clit, sending your nerves into a frenzy, “Come for me, baby.”

“Lee,” You cried out, body shaking as Bradley fucked you through your orgasm before spilling inside of you, your name on his lips. 

“Hey, babe?” Bradley asked after a minute, his voice light and teasing, still laying over you as you both caught your breath. “Do you feel bonita?” 

“I hate you.” 

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