#strictly scandalous bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw

[ohtobeleah]

Rooster x Seresin reader for Strictly Scandalous!

Oh hold the phone I’m ON IT. 🍆

Warnings: This is Stictly Scandalous. Smut Ahead.

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The first time you hooked up with Bradley Bradshaw, you were both clear on the fact it would be a one time thing. He couldnt risk fucking around and fining out with Jake Seresins younger sister. He was a risk taker, an adrenaline chaser, but he wasnt suicidal. 

“What do you do for work?” Rooster could recall asking on the front veranda of the Hard Deck the first night he met you, Jake had done the rounds introducing you to everyone when you'd come to stay with him for a few months on a ‘soul searching’ holiday. 

“I work with young, first time offenders.” You responded, lighting a cigarette that hung between your lips, cupping the lighter with your hands from the San Diego wind. Rooster just shook his head in reluctance to let you light it. Waiting for you to take a quick draw before the cigarette was falling between your fingers. “Just needed a break from it all you know, shit can get pretty intense.” 

“You mind?” Rooster asked as he gestured to the cigarette between your fingers, you just held it up for him to take. Watching as he brought it to his lips to take a drag–eyeing you off as he threw it over his shoulder to stomp it out after it hit the wooden floor. “Those things'll kill ya.” Bradley smirked, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans for the small circular tin he carried everywhere with him. “Here, try this–” 

“Chew?” You scoffed, laughing softly as Bradley handed you a small section of the concentrate. “Because this shits any better for you.”

Regardless, you took the peace offering. There was a moment of silence that you both stood in, both leaning over the railing of the Hard Deck, contemplating your next question over in your head before you decided to throw all the caution into the wind. “You wanna get outta here, Rooster?” 

“Yes–” It sounded more needy and airy and far more desperate than he meant it to, But regardless, Bradley Bradshaw was unlocking his Bronco quicker than he ever had before as you sucked at his neck and your hands worked to undo his belt. “One time, Jake never finds out?” You mumbled against his flush skin, feeling the heat against your lips as Bradley fell back into the backseat of the Bronco, dragging you in on-top of him.

It really didn’t take the two of you long to rid yourselves of any article of clothing that was in the way of a quick root. Straddling Bradley’s lap as he guided himself inside you. Moaning as you took him in nice and tight.

“Deal.” Famous last words. Because it's been two entire months and you and Bradley have hooked up more often than not, and there was the all important element neither of you had yet to address properly…..Feelings..Mutual feelings… 

“Ohhhh–Fugh, Rooster!” It felt otherworldly, Bradley lapping at your cunt, pulling you down onto his face with strong arms. He’d happily die there, suffocating slowly as he drank up all the sweet sweet nectar you were giving him. The sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing against his tongue as swollen lips sucked a light pressure against you. 

“Shit shit shit–Im so fucking close!” It wasn't a word of a lie as you dropped your hands from squeezing at your own tits to intertwin your fingers with Roosters sandy blonde locks, sweaty and messy from all the fucking youd been doing. This was just the finisher, Bradleys sweet dessert. “Keep eating my fucking pussy like that baby, just. like. Ohhhh—“

It’s heavenly, the intense orgasm that washes over you as your thighs clench around Roosters head to steady yourself. His hands are moving from your legs to spread your knees apart—he wants a peak at the view while you wither away on top of him. So pretty and fucked out.

“Holy shit—“ It’s the worst image Jake Seresin has ever had burned into his retinas. His baby sister, his favourite sister mind you, sitting completely and utterly naked on the face of a man he can’t quite identify. The sheets of your bed are covering his junk thank christ, but Rooster is panicking underneath you as you stop moving, praying that if he did the same and just didn't move, Jake wouldn't see him lying underneath you, eating your pretty tight cunt out like he’d been starved for months on end. 

“Jake!! Get the fuck out!” You’re hissing, making your way off Bradley Bradshaw's stunned face to straddle his waist and cover his identity. This wasn’t good. “I’m serious!” 

“Who the fuck is that!?” Jakes spitting back at you as he walked into your bedroom, originally his spare bedroom. In hindsight, this probably wasn’t the most appropriate place to bring your older brother's work colleague for a quick roll in the hay, you definitely should have gone back to Bradley’s place like you usually did. But Jake's place had been closer to the bar, and you couldn't wait any longer than need be. 

“GET OUT!” Your screaming just at Jake catches the undeniable sandy blonde moustache of Bradley Bradshaw for a split second—his heart drops. No, this isn’t happening. 

“ROOSTER! The fuck are you doing with my sister!!” Its a dumb fucking question, so dumb it had Bradley stifiling a laugh as you fall to the side of him, pulling up the streets to cover your exposed chest. 

“Well all things considered I thought that was pretty obvious.” Rooster snickers before Jake is lunging over you to grip at Bradley throat. You jump up between the two men to give Bradley a chance to make a quick escape across the other side of the bed, he's grinning ear to ear as he takes a pillow with him. Covering his exposed and still ridiculously hard length. “Hangman listen–” 

“SHE'S TWENTY FOUR BRADSHAW!” 

“I know, she feels like it too.” It has you cupping your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing, Jake's head is bright red in anger. Protectiveness just dripping from every pore he has. 

“You’re a deadman–” Jakes pointing at Rooster from the other side of the bed as you grip onto the sheet and drape it around yourself, using it at a strapless makeshift sheet dress as you got off the bed, pushing your palm into Jakes chest to keep him from lunging at Rooster. 

“I'm kidding, I'm just kidding!” Rooter is smirking, he's not helping the situation. Not one bit. “Listen man, all jokes aside, Y/n’s a great girl.” 

“She is fourteen years younger than you, Bradshaw! Find someone in your own age bracket! Not my sister!” 

“In my own defence I can fuck whoever I want Jake, I’m still an adult.” You jump to your own defence before the conversation can get any further out of hand. “Rooster and I are just helping each other out, aren't we Bradshaw.” You turned to look over your shoulder and for a moment you saw a little hesitation in Bradley's response. 

“That's all this is, Hangman, promise.” Rooster knew why it hurt so much to say, he actually really liked you, but he knew that he couldn't do this. Not with you, not being Jake's sister. “We’re just two consenting adults helping each other out.”

Right?

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Strictly Scandalous Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

[callmemana]

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw Fanfic: 2

Key: smut - 🌸/ fluff - 🦋 / angst - ☂️/ personal favorite - 👓/

A Life Well Live @fandomxpreferences 🦋☂️👓

A Prick and A Half @seresinsbabe 🌸🦋☂️👓

Arrow 2 3 4 5 6 7 @rose-pearls 🦋☂️👓

And So It Goes @laracrofted 🌸🦋👓

Birds Of A Feather 2 3 4 5 @songbirdsingingthings 🦋☂️

Concerned Neighbor @mothdruid 🌸🦋☂️

Christmas At The Cabin @footprintsinthesxnd

Flightless Bird Series @thatlovinfeelin 🌸🦋☂️

Family Series @nobody7102 🦋☂️👓

Friends @rebelliousstories 🦋☂️👓

Fire & Ice 2 @disturbedbeautywrites 🌸🦋☂️

I Missed You @fandomxpreferences 🦋👓

I Told You I Didn’t Want Kids @callsign-phoenix 🦋☂️👓 (pregnancy/+Jake)

It’s The Concussion Talking @roosterforme 🦋👓

Just A Boy & His Ceramic Bird @fandomxpreferences 🦋👓

Lady Of The Night: It’s All Jake’s Fault part 1 @fandomxpreferences 🌸🦋☂️

Lt. Bradley Rooster Bradshaw As Your Husband @bradshawsbaby 🦋👓

Mister Bradshaw & I Series @roosterscock 🌸🦋☂️

Monsters In The Dark @jupitercomet 🌸🦋☂️👓

Operation Death Wish Series @footprintsinthesxnd 🌸🦋☂️👓 (+Jake)

Once Upon A Bradbaby @gracespicybradshaw {OC Spicy}

Safe & Sound Series @fandomxpreferences 🌸🦋☂️

Same Mistakes Series @hufflepuffprincesse 🦋☂️👓

Staking A Claim @jupitercomet 🌸🦋☂️👓 (boxer au)

Stay 2 @callsign-phoenix 🦋☂️ (+Jake)

Stubborn Hearts 2 @bellaireland1981 🌸🦋☂️

Strictly Scandalous Masterlist @ohtobeleah 🌸🦋👓

Snowball Fight With Rooster @wildbornsiren 🦋👓

Sipping On Fire Series @youlightmeupfinn 🌸☂️

Sub!Bradley @withahappyrefrain 🌸

Show Me The Way, Honey! @kloofspeaks 🦋☂️👓

Take Two @roosterforme 🌸🦋☂️

Tasting The Ashes Series @call-sign-jinx 🌸🦋☂️

Top Gun imagines & Series @disturbedbeautywrites 🌸🦋☂️

The Christmas Date @call-sign-jinx 🦋☂️👓

Unexpected Series @khaylin27 🦋☂️

White Christmas @bradshawsbitch 🦋

Why Do They Call You Rooster? @roosterforme 🌸

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Top Gun Masterlist

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Imagines:

Off Limits

You are Jake's girl best friend and according to him you are strictly off limits. However, when a stranger doesn't listen, he has to take things into his own hands

Cowboy Casanova

Being friends with benefits isn't easy when it's with a naval aviator. Especially when he just up and leaves one day and tries to come back like nothing ever happened.

Save a horse

Smutty part 2 to Cowboy Casanova

Tease

Jake seresin knows how to get under your skin, especially when he starts to tease you at the hard deck after work one day.

Rodeo

Dating a bullrider is nerve wrecking; especially when they end up getting hurt.

Let it Snow

You get a special Christmas surprise while visiting family in Texas with Jake

Just a Dream

"I'll always come home to you." That was Jake's promise. What happens when that promise is broken?

Home this christmas

Jake is working on christmas and tries his hardest to get home to his family

Series

Been here all along - Seperate Masterlist

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Imagines

I hope you find it

You decide to have the "What are we?" conversation with Bradley the night before he leaves for deployment

Coming Home

You experience your first home-coming with Bradley

Take it out on me

Bradley isn't a fan of your new boyfriend and tries to convince you to leave him, resulting in a smutty admission of feelings

Routine

Saturdays have a particular routine to it that you and rooster cherish

Lets Give Him Hell

You are Jake's little sister and when your boyfriend ends up laying his hands on you, Jake and Bradley decide to take things into their own hands

Safety In Numbers - Part 2 of Lets Give Him Hell

Jake and Bradley defend your honor

Series:

Hollywood's Bleeding

Drugs, scandals, and lies. That is Bradley Bradshaw’s new life since he got pulled into the lime light with his new celebrity girlfriend. She’s been in some hot water with the press and her PR team thought her dating an American naval hero would be good to her image. They’re now the new ‘it’ couple; however only one of them knows that the relationship is fake.

[ohtobeleah]

I don’t know who or how you’d make this work but this would be so hot for the next strictly Scandalous.

_ and _ blindfolding you and making you guess who’s eating you out/fucking you by technique and feel alone

I think we should play a little game with this one. I’ll write it with someone in mind and you have to try and guess who it is?

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut ahead.

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“Look at her—“ Bradley growls from across the room. He’s stroking himself, giving himself some form of relief. He’s hard, the most painfully hard erection he’s ever had. “What are we gonna do with her?”

“Anything we want, Rooster.” Jake teases. He’s doing the same thing as Bradley, only he’s perched on the chair in the corner, eyeing you off through hooded emerald eyes like some helpless damsel he can do just about anything he wants to. “Just look at her.”

“Beautiful.” Bob's cooing. He’d been the one to bound your wrist, tie your ankles and blindfold you. “She’s so beautiful—“ Bobs still wearing his boxer briefs, but Mickey can clearly tell he’s straining against the fabric.

“Sounds even more beautiful.” Mickey adds, your whimpers echoing off the walls of Jake's guest bedroom. “Should I turn it up a little?” It’s not really a question, Mickey just wants to hear you moan out in reluctance.

“No no no—“ But it’s too late, Mickey is reaching between your thighs to press the button on the black hitachi strapped to your inner thigh. Bob was a craftsman as rope work. It’s pressed up against your clit, sending you into a tissy as the vibration kicks up. “Aaahhhhhh!”

Bradley jerks himself a little harder to the visual of you straining against the rope’s that held your arms above your head. Restricted to the back of the headboard. He’s throbbing, it damn near hurts how hard this is all making him.

“Fuck—“ Jake sighs out as he jolts his hips into his palm at the pressious sounds you make. “What a fucking sight this is boys—who would have thought it huh, Cyclones daughters a fucking whore.”

“Who wants to go first?” You can barely tell who’s talking, the four men who had practically kidnapped you out of the female locker room earlier that same Friday afternoon all sounded the same as you sprinted towards your first high.

“Let her come down from this first.” They can all tell by the way you're bucking your hips and straining against your restraints that you’re close. “Look at her, the Admiral's daughter.” There’s a hand that wraps around your throat just as your coil snaps. “Cum for us you dirty little whore—“ It couldn’t have been Bob who said that, no. He wouldn’t. But he’d choke you out for sure. Pressing his thumb and fingers into the side of your neck to restrict your airflow which made your walls flutter around nothing as you came.

“Ahhhhhh!! Fugghh—! Yes yes yes yes!” It’s muffled and needy and when the hand disappears you’re gasping at the extra oxygen. “Oh my god—“

“Right, so like I asked before—“ Everything sounded muffled. “Who’s going first?” There isn’t a split second that passes before the vibrator strapped to your inner thigh is turned off and you're relaxing into the softness of the mattress. Completely spent already.

“I will—“ One of the four men who’d come to you with his idea two weeks ago is quick to respond. “I’ll go first, I can see her dripping from here.” It wasn’t a lie, you could feel how slick you were, nectar dripping down your cunt to your ass.

There’s a moment where everyone is silent, you can’t see anything—so you’re listening for something, anything to tell you who’s going to have his way with you first. But the ringing in your ears is making it hard to distinguish who the fuck is actually talking.

“Ready for me?” One of the aviators who’d asked if you wanted to indulge in a few sexual fantasies asked as you felt the mattress dip, hands running up the expanse of your thighs.

“No—“ You whimper, but it’s really a yes. It’s always going to be a yes unless you scream out dagger. The agreed safe word.

“Too bad—“ You still can’t tell who it is as he blows cool air against your clit, spreading your lips with two fingers as you squirm and buck at the new sensations “Ah Ah Ah—no running sweetheart I got you.”

Before you could say anything in response, your cunt is being attacked, plump lips are attaching themselves around your clit as two digits are being thrusted into you.

“Oh fuck! Ahhh god, Mmmmhmmm—“ You’re already sensitive, already your walls are constructing against the thick digits. “Fuck! Fuck so good—ahhhhh”

“Taste so pretty, so sweet—too bad you’re a little whore huh? Being passed around like this, it makes me sick.” He’s mumbling against your overstimulated bundle of nerves, pulling back to slap a few small harsh slaps against your clit to have you withering in his grasp.

“AHH FUCK!” He doesn’t wait for long before he’s back at work, pumping his fingers in and out, lapping around at your cunt that’s gushing while his free hand pressing against your lower abdomen, holding you still.

The four of them had this planned, Rooster had even shaved his mustache just for this, he knew you’d be able to tell it was him just by that alone. But now there’s a scratching sensation against whoever’s upper lip is eating your out expertly and you can’t tell……because they all have facial hair, all shaved on the daily.

But as your coil begins to wind itself back, your muscles begin to tense in anticipation, you feel what could only be a class ring against the knuckle of one of the digits pumping into you. There’s a guttural groan escaping from the man between your legs, he’s trying to relieve some pressure, humping the mattress. There’s soft, sweat covered curls sticking to your inner thigh and as you cum hard on his tongue with a growl that has tears streaming down your eyes—he’s curling his fingers up into your velvet walls. Drinking in the taste of your orgasm as you let go of everything and squirt. Drenching him.

They all sound the same:

“Oh fuck save some for the rest of us Keys.”

“I’m fucking next, move, need to fuck that pretty cunt.”

“So pretty for us aren’t you beautiful?”

“We’ve got you all night Lieutenant, don’t think we’re done with you for a second.”

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[ohtobeleah]

👋 I saw that you said some of the strictly scandalous prompts are nasty… could we get a sneak peek of a nasty one? not of your writing but an actual prompt? I wanna see what’s coming down the pipeline 👀

These are three I worked on yesterday during my break (The WOS once I did sit there and write directly in front of my manager….)

They are drafted ready to go for Valentine’s Day Weekend. I have a lot to get through so I’m glade I’ve given myself two entire weeks to prepare myself. Last time we got five blurbs one Saturday and five on Sunday but I think given the time I’ve got I’ll have more done this time.

Also a little PSA, make sure you either charge your sex toys or buy new batteries….we’re gonna be enjoying yourself.

[ohtobeleah]

“Hangman listen–” 

“SHE'S TWENTY FOUR BRADSHAW!” 

“I know, she feels like it.”

THE WAY I SCREAMED LEAH!!!

One of my best moments.

[ohtobeleah]

Strictly Scandalous // TopGun

What is strictly scandalous?

✨ Strictly Scandalous ✨ is a series of strictly scandalous concepts/blurbs (18+) submitted by you, written by me.

Bradley Bradshaw

Lieutenant Sweetheart // Roosters got a breading kink….but we all already knew that.

A for Anal // Rooster fucks your ass. You try fuck yourself

Marked Up // Rooster marks you up to the point questions are raised for your safety

CNC, Breaking // You and Bradley get a little freaky with some Consensual Non-Consent play.

Kerner // When you surprise Bradley with a weekend visit, you suck him off behind the bar at the Hard Deck.

Road Head // Giving Bradley brain in his Bronco while he ever so kindly dropped you home after a night out with the gang at the Hard Deck

Riding Seresin // Bradley decides that Jakes little sister is worth it.

Robert Floyd

Sexual Healing // After Bobs bird strike he can’t regulate his emotions, you decide you know what he needs.

Boobs // Bobs a boob man through and through.

Don’t Tempt Me // Bob is forced to finish himself off when you spend New Year’s Eve trying to get him to fuck you senseless.

Threes a crowd // Bob fucks you in front of cuckold Jake

Unicorns // Bob is blessed with the experience of a life time when you squirt on his face.

Dessert First // Bob comes home to you cooking almost naked in the kitchen

Hat Trick // Bobs favourite past time is getting you off before he’s even fucked you.

Mugged // Bob doesn’t quite know how to process how you fucked him in the shower.

WOS’s Do It Better // You have a threesome with Bob Floyd & Mickey Garcia.

Morning Mirage // You and Bob engage in an early morning sexual encounter. Slow, lazy sex.

Dagger Dinner // When tasked with the weekly Dagger Dinner, Bob Floyd gets a little too distracted by his lovely fiancée.

Hike Me // Bob takes you in a hike, but needs a mid hike fuck.

Bob the Boob man // Bobs a boob guy. Enough said.

Jake Seresin

V for Virgin // Hangman finds a bunch of Polaroids Bob has taken of you. Keeping them for himself.

Polaroid Princess // Jake manipulates the situation so he gets his own set of Polaroids and a taste at what you have to offer.

Pretty Girl // Javy overheard his best friend slamming some poor girl into his mattress over the course of a few months. That girl? You.

Submit // Jakes dominant, but for you he’ll play the game. Submitting to you in the unisex showers.

Threes A Crowd // Jake fucks you in front of cuckold Bradley

Hungman // Jake fucks your throat after throat training you.

Iris // Jake steps in to help a friend and end up stripping at a hens party.

Mama // Jake had never thought about having kids, until he thinks about having kids.

Slap Me // Jake gets jealous and in turn discovers your kink for slapping.

Hangman Head // Jake gets blowie in the car park after he spills his beer on you, only to find out he’s your TopGun Instructor.

Dicked // Jake Seresin excretes bisexual energy. So much he asked you to fuck his ass.

Hooked // Rooster questions a hook in the shower of yours and Jakes brand new home.

Mickey Garcia

Breed For This // You and your husband are trying for a third baby. A night at the Hard Deck ends in a quick try in the female bathroom.

Acrylics // enjoying your annual leave means you can get acrylic nails. Mickey has no problem with them.

Athletic Wear // You jump Mickeys bones after he picks you up from the hard deck looking all kinds so perfect and sexy in his athletic wear.

[ohtobeleah]

Pregnant reader reading Rooster 🐓 that man has a family kink I just know it. For Strictly Scandalous.

😲 Yes. I’m down to clown for this one.

“Ohhhh fuck, mamma—“ Roosters got his hands on your hips helping to guide you up and down his length. “Feels so fucking good, holy shit—“ Roosters mouth fell open as he let his body relax against the pillows propped up against the headboard. “What did I do to deserve this huh?”

It wasn’t that Rooster had particularly done anything on purpose to receive some kind of special treatment, but more-so that he’d done it just because he cared enough about you to make sure whoever was giving you a hard time knew about it.

“Nothing Roo, you’re just so good to me.” You cooed as you circled your hips. Your unborn child had just hit the five minute mark. You were getting big, but you still had enough momentum and stamina to ride your husband. “Especially when you defend my honour.”

“Christ your so fucking perfect mamma.” Rooster was quickly starting to unravel underneath you. He couldn’t help but to get of on the fact he’d gotten you pregnant, something he knew he was going to do time and time again. “Love seeing you all swollen and riding me—“

There’d be a guy at the Hard Deck earlier that same Sunday. Rooster had taken you out for a quiet lunch. Some burgers and a casual few rounds if pool. He’d started to noticed how hard to was becoming for you to play. You know—with little goose riding shot gun.

“You’re gonna be popping that baby out before you sink a ball sweetheart.” The guy who looked like the reincarnation of Santa from every children’s drawing ever said with a gruff as he stood by drinking what could very easily have been his last beer if Penny had been in ear shot. “Wanna start wrapping it up so the rest of us can have a go?”

You looked at Rooster who was just completely gobsmacked someone would talk to his wife with such casual disrespect. Deciding to pass you back the cue—kissing your temple and telling you to keep playing. He’d played out for the hour at the bar. An hour you’d have.

“It’s lieutenant sweetheart actually.” Rooster puffed his chest, eyeing off the man with fury in his golden irises. “Are we gonna have a problem?” Yep—that’ll make your pussy throb.

“Gonna have a whole brood with you when I’m finished with you.” Rooster moaned as he bent his knees and planted the heels of his feet into the mattress. Bucking up into you when he noticed your energy fading. “Love how you just glow when your carrying my child—“

“Always knew you had a breeding kink.” Chuckling as you steadied yourself still on top of your husband. Your nails digging into his chest, surely there would be marks left in their wake tomorrow. “Come on Bradshaw fill me.”

“Oh my god baby don’t tempt me now I’m so fucking close.” Rooster could feel himself just about ready to release, he just wanted to hear you talk about getting you pregnant all over again. Even though you hadn’t even had your first.

“Gonna fill me up aren’t you baby? Wanna watch it drip between my thighs? Or should I let you finger fuck your cum back inside me?”

“Oh god yes!!” Rooster stilled with only finally thrust. “Yes yes yes yes—!” Spilling his load inside you as your thighs gripped against his side. Coming down with heavenly sighs and long exhales before Rooster was gently laying you on your back. Throwing your legs up over his shoulders.

“Your turn mamma—“ Bradley beamed as he laid in his stomach, diving right in as he lapped away his own load from your drilling pussy. Determined to have you screaming his name.

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Strictly Scandalous // Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

[ohtobeleah]

What about Rooster marking you up? On purpose too so everyone knows your his.

“Rooster—” Hangman queried the aviator who’d just handed him another beer. All still in their flight suits from a massive day. “Why does your girl look like seven shades of domestic violence?”

“What are you talking about Hang–” Rooster paused when he saw the bruises on your neck sticking out from under your shirt. “Oh shit, hang on.” Rooster was back on his feet in seconds, making strides your way. “Babe! Hey! Hey baby!”

Bradley Bradshaw had never had a girlfriend whose love language was acts of service. He wasn’t even sure what love languages were until you’d explained them to him.

You’d been working on a few festive treat recipes for the holidays. Trying your hand at perfecting those peanut butter stuffed medjool dates that were chocolate coated and seemed so delicious. But Rooster was napping at your neck as you sliced and pitted dates. Sucking sweet nothings against the junction of your neck and collarbone. Kissing your pulse point. Moving your hair from side to side as he marked you up.

“Bet you do this to all the girls huh?” You turned in between the bench and where Rooster was pressing up against you. Offering him a chocolate coated finger to suck on as he finished his assault on your neck. Both sides.

“No ma’am, only the ones I find in my kitchen making all kinds of goodies.” Hooking his arms up and under your legs as he propped you up on the kitchen bench—your leg’s either side of his waist. “You’ll always be the sweetest treat of all though.”

Rooster's hands worked to slip past your panties, his hand had crept into the pant of your sleep shorts before you even registered what he was up to. Snapping the lace fabric back against your pussy to make you jolt.

“The sweetest treat of all—“ With fingers gliding between your folds, Rooster quickly brought his hand back to his mouth, popping them in his mouth in such a way it had your head spinning. “Fucking hell baby you’re just so delectable.”

“What are you trying to play at here Bradshaw?” You teased. Turning your head to collect some more melted chocolate before sucking it off your index finger. “I’m trying to make these work tomorrow—I need the guys to give them their honest opinion.”

“Oh I’m trying to seduce you.” Bradley went back to napping just behind your ear. “Whenever I see you in my kitchen doing things like this it gets me so uncomfortably hard.” Playing the game, you rid yourself of your shirt. Roosters eyed glanced down at your newly exposed breast as you once again reached down for the melted bowl of chocolate—placing a small amount on both your nipples. “Oh Christ—“ Rooster sighed. He didn’t even need to be asked.

“Shit, my bad, clean this mess up will you Roo?” You taunted before his lips were wrapped around your areolas. “Ahhh—!”

“Babe!!” Rooster placed both his hands tenderly on your shoulders as he interrupted your conversation with Bob. “You gotta put your flight suit back up you look like a lit up Christmas tree—“ You’d tied the arms of your flight suit around your waist, leaving your black undershirt the only thing hiding Bradley’s assault from last night. Catching yourself in the mirror, you audibly gasped.

“Rooster! I look like I’ve been assaulted!!”

“I was gonna say something I just didn’t know how to bring it up.” Bob lipped. He was concerned for your well being at first but quickly realised the marks looked more sexual then domestic. Although—questions could be asked.

“God Bradshaw every time!” You huffed as you did your flight suit back up. “I need to invest in some turtlenecks because of you.”

“Hey I gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to—“ Rooster smirked as he kissed your temple.

“Trust me, we know!” Bangman shouted. Rooster never shut up about you. It was hard to forget.

“But even I’ll admit this was a little excessive.”

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#strictlyscandalous Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

[ohtobeleah]

I’ve always wanted to ask about Rooster being a cuckold but I’ve been way to afraid to. If you feel comfortable with it would you consider it for Strictly Scandalous?

Bestie don’t you worry, I got you. 🫡

“God, Bradshaw, you should feel how much your girls clenching around my dick.” With a hand wrapped in your hair pulling your head back, Jake snapped his hips back before thrusting so deep into you with so much force that he had you screaming his name.

“Ahhh fuck!! Jake please!—“ your sultry eyes never left Bradley’s as he sat cuffed to a chair in the corner of the room. Mouth stuffed with a gag. Saliva dripped down his chin to his chest. Naked. His cock so hard and begging for attention it throbbed almost painfully. Balling his fists when Jake came to wrap the hand that had previously been in your hair around your throat, pulling you up against his chest. “Shit—god you feel so fucking good.”

“I am good baby.” Jake groaned as he thrashed your cunt. Eyes drifting up to Bradley as his free hand that once held your hip flush against him came down to slap against your ass hard. Open palm. “I’m very good.” You couldn’t remember how the conversation came up or how you conjured up the idea but here you were. Being fucked so good by your boyfriends best friend right in front of him.

“You like what you see, Bradshaw?” Jake snickered as his balls slapped against the curve of your ass with every thrust he gave you. “Your girls the best pussy I’ve ever had—might need to keep her all to himself.”

Rooster strained against his restraints, the vein in his neck popping as he groaned in defiance to Jake's comment. It only sent you hurtling towards the edge of your high faster.

“Say it Y/n—“ Jake shoved at your back, pushing you back down onto your hands as he leaned over you. Whispering in your ear. “Tell your little boyfriend I’m the best you’ve ever had.” You refrained for far too long. Jake's hand came down with force right on top of where he’d already slapped your ass. Red raw. “Say. It!” He gave you everything he had. Slapping the same sensitive spot over and over again until you were as screaming fucked out crying mess in the palms of his hands.

“Jake! Fuck—no more, please!” You begged but it felt so fucking good. “You’re the best, the best I’ve ever had—“ Keeping your watery eyes locked onto Bradley’s as he came untouched. Cock twitching and sprinting hot spirits of cum onto his lower abdomen. Groaning against the gag as he threw his head back.

“Your turn Y/n—“ Jake growled with intent and list as he reached around to run small soft circles against your clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves welcoming his touch as you clenched around his slicked length. “Watch how I send your girl to the fucking moon Bradshaw, take notes.”

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#Strictlyscandalous // Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw.

[ohtobeleah]

Could you do a CNC blurb for your strictly scandalous weekend with Rooster? If you aren’t comfortable with it that’s totally okay.

Oh, this really sparked my interest. I’ve never done a CNC blurb before but I’ve dabbled in it with Bailey a few times IRL so why not.

Warnings: CNC play (Consensual Non-consent play) brief knife play, rough sex, restraints, illusion of a break and enter.

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You’d spoken about it many times in heavy detail, the boundaries, the rules, the questions to ask if Bradley wanted to check in on you without breaking character and the answers you’d give in response if things were great, a little rough or needed to cease immediately. 

But with much preparation came the night you both decided that you, both as consenting adults who loved each other dearly and trusted each other wholeheartedly, would try CNC play. In other words—Consensual Non-Consent play. 

“Night bubs.” Bradley kissed you tenderly as he pulled you into his chest, you’d decided to give him something to play off a little later in the night and wear some lingerie to bed underneath one of his old TopGun shirts. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you so much more Roo.” You mumbled into his exposed chest, the pads of his fingers trailed across your back settling you into a deep comfortable sleep. Bradley didn’t dare to move until he knew you were gone with whatever dreams had taken you away. Slipping out of bed as gently and as quietly as possible to get his shit together. 

He’d chosen to use the downstairs bathroom as his home base, knowing that the light shining through from the ensuite may have had a chance at waking you up. Rooster didn’t want to take that chance. So down stairs he went—when you’d mentioned the idea of CNC to Bradley a few weeks ago he’d first been taken aback a little, not exactly knowing what was involved. But the more research you did as a couple and the more fantasies you came up with? He got it. 

Bradley Bradshaw had never been this fucking hard before. He couldn’t even get the ski mask on over his head quick enough before his jeans were becoming way too tight for his groin area. Having to adjust every few seconds while he fixed his get-up and made sure he had all his toys and supplies ready to go in his bag. 

You’d both settled on a break in scenario. The safe word you’d come up with and always used was octopus—it couldn’t be mixed up with anything easily and it was as far south from the situation as you could possibly get. Bradley could feel his heart beating in his chest as he snuck back into your room. The room he shared with you every night—god you looked so pretty between the fluffy covers. 

Sneaking around to your side, Bradley crouched down as he placed his bag on the ground. Tonight he wasn’t your Husband—but an intruder. A home invader who’d stumbled upon something too beautiful to not have his way with. In a book tucked away in your bedside table, you and Bradley had both signed an agreement with consent to do this. Your John Handcocks both signed at the bottom of the page outlining the events. You’d also told him verbally before going to bed. And if all else failed and you decided you just wanted to stop? That’s what the safe word had been for. 

“I bet you’re a lot of fun to play with pretty thing.” Bradley groaned as he pushed some hair from your face, fingers trailing softly down the side of your cheek as you stirred for a second. “Husbands a lucky guy.” He was mainly talking to himself as his fingers continued their journey down your cheek to your neck before they wrapped softly around your throat. “Gotta wake up now.” Counting the seconds it took for your eyes to open wide in shock of lack of oxygen, Bradley applied pressure to the sides of your neck. He watched as you struggled and stirred before finally waking, shooting up as he let go to listen to you gasp at the sudden flow of precious air. “Atta girl—“ 

“What the fuck?” You knew what was happening, but you were in this wholeheartedly—you’d always wanted to try something like this in a safe environment with someone you trusted. “Oh my god! Bradley!?” You shouted as you scurried away across the bed from the man who stood at your bedside—dressed in all back, face covered just to add to the effect and excitement. “Bradley!?” You shouted again as you raced towards the bedroom door only to be hoisted up kicking and screaming. Fighting off your attacker. 

“Husband must be the guy who’s tied up downstairs.” Bradley threw you down a little harsh onto the mattress. He knew you liked it rough so rough was what you were going to get. “God you’re a pretty little thing aren’t you.” It was pure ecstasy that pumped through your veins as you struggled against Bradley as he pinned you down, thrashing under his body as he straddled your waist. “What have we got under here huh?” It was the sound of Bradley’s pocket knife clicking open before he dragged it ever so gently across your throat before trailing it down the valley of your breast that had you dripping with excitement. “Don’t mind if I do.” He hissed before cutting the fabric of his old TopGun shirt right down the middle to reveal a set he’d never seen, a set you’d brought special for the occasion. “My my—Mrs Bradshaw, you are just a sight beneath me right now.” 

“H-how do you know my name?” You quivered as Bradley held your hands over your head with one hand and removed his belt with the other. 

“See you around base a lot, just something I picked up after watching you shower, listening to your colleagues address you.” He’d spoken with enough conviction to almost have you believing this was a real break in—but when Bradley went to tie his belt around your wrist and threw the headboard he leaned in to suck at the junction of your neck. “Now are you gonna be a good girl for me? Or am I gonna have to drag you husband up here so he can sit helplessly and watch me fuck the ever living shit out of you?” It was one of the questions you’d told Bradly to ask if he wanted to know if you were okay. You’d told him that if you were okay you’d beg him not to get your husband—if you weren’t okay? You’d say get him. 

“Don’t get my husband, please—he’d never forgive himself.” You’d even shed a few tears just to play into the darkness a little more as Bradley dismounted. Sauntering back over to his bag of goodies as you laid tied up with your arms over your head. “What are you doing?” 

“Shut the fuck up before I stuff that pretty mouth of yours.” Bradley hissed as he grabbed a bunch of rope, coming back to spread your legs as wide as you could get them. “Be a good girl for me, yeah? And this will be all over soon.” 

“Please don’t do this—“ You fought him off as you kicked your legs out and flung them around so it made it harder for Bradley to restrain you. “Take whatever you want, you know my husband and I are in the Navy so you know we make good money—take whatever you want, just don’t hurt me.” 

“Oh I don’t wanna hurt you.” It was so hard to to cum just at the way Bradley was g img you your biggest fantasy. “I wanna fuck you, but I can’t do that unless you stay the fuck still.” With a harsh grip on your ankle he managed to restrain you. 

“No no no no I don’t want you to, please—no.” It was almost sobs, but as Bradley tied your other leg down it left you exposed in the middle of your bed with nowhere to go, completely at his mercy. “No please—please I’m begging you.” 

“Open your mouth for me.” It was a command that you didn’t follow as Bradley stripped down to nothing but his boxer briefs, finally giving you a glimpse of how hard he truly was under the dim glow of your bedside table lamp. “I said open your fucking mouth—“ Again, you didn’t listen. Instead, you turned your head away from where Bradly stood with his face still covered. 

He was quick to remove the mask as soon as he was about to touch you sexually. That had been a safety net of yours, you wanted to feed into the fantasy as much as possible until it was time—anything sexual and you wanted to see your husband's face for security. 

“I’m not gonna ask again, I’ll just shove my cock so far down your throat you’ll feel it in your stomach—open your goddamn mouth.” It was only when Bradley reached out to squish your cheeks together did you turn your head to where he was now kneeling on the bed. “Suck my dick, little a good little whore.” Again, you didn’t—but when you sent Bradley an all knowing look? He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Forcing himself into your throat as he slowly built up a rhythm of face fucking you. “Ohhhh fuckk—yes you nasty little bitch suck my fucking cock.”

It was a whole other level of dirty take—but you loved it. The emerald green silk between your legs had darkened from your arousal as your gags flooded the room—bouncing off the walls as Bradley face fucked you. “Bet you wished you’d opened your mouth sooner huh? Look as you, taking my cock so well down your throat, no wonder you’re husband keeps you around—goddd fuck!” 

Before he could get too carried away, Bradley did another check in. Pulling out before wrapping his hand around your throat as he watched your saliva trip from your lips as tears streamed down your cheeks. 

“You don’t let your husband do this do you?” Again you had two options. If you were fine? you’d answer with a no, you don’t. If you weren’t okay and wanted to stop? You’d say you did, all the time. 

“No, no I don’t.” Gasping as Bradley pulled you closer to his cock again by your hair—this time you opened wide. Taking him in as you moaned against his length. He was using your mouth to get him off and it was working—the whole experience was driving him crazy with lust and desire that when he pulled his cock from your mouth he noticed just how fucking pretty you looked for him all face fucked and tied up? He needed you.

Pushing off his spot on the bed, Bradley finally removed his boxer briefs completely. Palming himself as he walked around the bed before crawling up between your legs. He could practically smell your arousal as he laid down on his stomach, his face between your legs—watching as you tried to hide as much as you could with the restraints holding you in place. 

“You’ve soaked these pretty panties, maybe you like this more than you're leaning on huh? should help you clean up?” 

“Please no—please I’m begging yo—Ahh!” You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before Bradly was snapping the soaked fabric of your panties against you. “No! Don’t touch me! My husband is gonna come up those stairs any second now.” 

“Really? Should we give him a show?” It was going to have to be tabled for a later date, but in the heat of the moment Bradley tore your panties right off your body—diving directly into your core with two fingers he knew you were wet enough to take. 

“Ahhhh—!! Stop! Oh my god!” You couldn’t have sworn that you were about to break through the leather of Bradley’s belt as his fingers curled up into your velvet walls as his tongue fluttered against your sensitive bundle of nerves—working you over. “Ahhhhh fuck! No—no stop!” You were trying to run, Bradley knew you were enjoying the game just by the way you were clenching and pulsing around his digits. 

“You taste so sweet, but I’ll have to finish my dessert a little later—“ He taunted as he crawled on top of you, strong muscular arms holding himself up as he lined himself with your entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you—“ To your surprise, Bradley reached up to undo the belt that had been holding your hands above your head. “And you’re gonna take it.” Before you could even think about pushing him off you—Bradley was slamming into you with enough force to knock the wind out of you. 

“Arghhh—fuck!” 

“Husbands gonna hear me fucking your brains out if you don’t shut up.” Bradley hissed as he stilled himself inside you for a moment—pinning your arms down above your head. He’d only un-tied you so that he could restrain you himself while he fucked you senseless. “Come on now pretty girl, take my cock like I know you can.” 

Within a second, Bradley was slamming into you relentlessly. There was no build up of intensity, it was simply animalistic. The speed and harshness of his thrust had tears streaming down your face as you cried out in pleasure coated pain. 

“You’re hu-hurting me!” You were fine, but it played into the fantasy. “Pl-please!” 

“I’m gonna fill this pussy so that your husband has to clean up my mess.” Bradley showed no mercy as he wrapped a hand around your neck, continuing his assault on your cunt as he smacked his hips against yours. “But you’re gonna cum for me first—“ At his words, you were shaking. “Touch yourself while I fuck you.” 

“No!” You cried out under the pressure his hand was creating around your neck. Bradley wore a smirk so perfect as he fucked you harder, the sound of your arousal coating his length was music to his ears as he let go of your neck. Listening to your gasp as he gripped your wrist and shoved your hand between the pair of you. “Fucking touch yourself or so help me god I’ll have you never walking again.” 

You reluctantly did what you were told, rubbing small delicate circles against your clit while Bradley fucked you—it felt so good, your hips rolled into his a few time before you realised you were meant to be fending him off. 

“Holy shit—fuck! I’m there, I’m there ahhhhh fuck I’m gonna cum!” Bradley couldn’t control himself as his body began to shake, his arms nearly gave out as you silently came underneath him—not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing you, biting your lip as your eyes rolled and a wave of unimaginable pleasure washed over you like a tsunami. He felt you though, pulsating around him, walls fluttering uncontrollably, muscles squeezing at his girth before milking him for all his worth. “Ahhh yes baby yes yes!!! Fucking Christ—“ 

As Bradley fell to your stomach he kissed around your chest. Heavy breaths from the both of you filled the bedroom before you both stayed silent for a few moments. 

“Are you alright sweetheart?” Bradley cooed as he looked up at you. Your hands had gone to play with his scalp as a show of appreciation. Coaxing soft moans from your husband as his head rested between the valley of your still clad breasts. 

“I can’t believe we just did that—“ You chuckled softly. “But yes, I’m so good baby you have no idea.”

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#Strictlyscandalous // Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

[ohtobeleah]

Road head with Rooster. Need I say more?

“Rooster, man—you better get your girl home before she goes another round with Javy.” Phoenix snickered as she watched you and Coyote belt out your latest karaoke song. So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings by Caroline Polachek. 

“Ducks looked better Bradshaw—“ Hangman smirked as he patted Bradley’s shoulder a few times with a gentle sigh. “I’ll help you get her to the Bronco." Duck – It took a while before you got the hang of evasive maneuvering, as good as a sitting duck when dog fighting. The callsign had stuck. 

“Thanks Man.” Rooster had pulled the short straw between the two of you tonight. He was hailed the designated driver—you were free to drink till your little heart's content. “And she’s not my girl Trance, we’re just mates is all.” 

He didn’t want to be just friends with the girl who lived next door or his wingwoman or the girl who would always without fail make sure he paid his tab. He didn’t want to be just friends with the girl who’d drive him home some nights like he would her. He didn’t want to be just friends with the girl he would stare at lovingly for hours if his friends let him. He didn’t want to be just friends with all the x-rated dreaming he did—but you were in fact…..Just friends. 

“Jesus fucking Christ Roos she smells like a distillery.” Jake groaned as he helped Rooster drag you out to his car. You were acting in defiance—dragging your feet and slumping low because you weren’t finished singing karaoke with Javy. “How is she still alive?” 

“Beats me.” 

“You two are fucking jerks.” You mumbled as Jake shoved you into the passenger seat of the Bronco he loved to hate and hated to love. “I'm not even that far gone, look!” You scuffled with Hangman as he tried to subdue you back into the car but you were all too persistent. “See, watch me walk a straight line–” You tried to do that just, except you took one step and fell right into Bradley as he put his arms out to catch you. “Opps–”

“Okay killer, let's get you home.” Rooster laughed as he slugged you back into the car. Shutting the door before you had a chance to debate it. 

“Good luck man, You’re gonna need it.” Jake just shook his head and laughed as he waved Rooster off, watching as you immediately let your head fall to his shoulder the moment he put the Bronco in reverse. 

As Rooster drove you back to yours with your head on his shoulder, your hand gently grasped over his crotch in an attempt to push yourself up a little more. His breath hitched in his throat as the sensation. Surely that was an accident but still–it felt way too good for what it was. 

“Jeez Duck, Hangman was right–you do smell like a distillery? How much have you had to drink?” 

“Enough to know that that gave you a semi.” It was too quick of a response for you to not know what you were up to. “Did that feel good Bradshaw?” You gently gazed your open palm across his crotch with more conviction this time, reveling in the soft groan that escaped Bradleys mouth as he focused his eyes on the road in front of him. Two hands on the wheel just to stop himself from going completely feral. “God, that's so hot.” 

“Y/n, stop.” Bradley hissed as you worked your hand over his clothed crotch, the feeling of his growing and hardening under your touch sent a pool of liquid amber between your thighs. You were feral for him. “I can’t–you can’t.” 

“Does it not feel good?” You taunted as you squeezed his shaft through Roosters jeans, pearing up to watch him clench his jaw. The vein in his neck popped. “Because i don't think i'm inclined to believe you when your reacting the way you are Roo–” 

“You’re drunk.” Rooster pointed out through gritted teeth. “It would be taking advantage of you, and I'm not gonna do that.” 

“What if I want you to take advantage of me?” Bradley, although verbally trying to coax you down from the edge of a very hot cliff, didn't try to stop you as you unbuckled his belt. “What if I want you to keep driving while I suck you off?” 

“No–” Rooster moaned as you slipped your hands in his jeans, palming him over his boxer briefs. “I mean, ahh.” He couldn't think straight, what the hell was happening right now. “Fuck, Y/n, you really cant be doing this–its not right.” 

“For once in your life Rooster, stop fucking thinking.” You shuffled in your seat, sinking your head further down towards his lap as you worked to pull him from the confines of his clothes. Heavy in your hands, Bradley let his head fall back against the headrest, holding his breath for a moment until your lips wrapped around his very pink, very throbbing tip. 

“Uhhh Fugghh–” He wanted this so badly. He’d always wanted you but Rooster couldn't shake the feeling he could have done more to stop you. Would you regret this in the morning? Would you sucking him off ruin your friendship? “Ohh god I can't believe this is happening–” 

All you did was moan around him in response, taking him further down your throat as you exactly worked him over like you’d dreamt about so many times before this very moment. You’d been trying to give off the signals for weeks, but perhaps you hadnt been clear enough. The alcohol in your system had you buzzing–no desire to slow down or pull up. 

“Fuck!” Bradley jolted when he hit the back of your throat, his hand instinctively coming down on top of your head to keep you from moving–inadvertently pushing you down just a little further onto him. “Y/n–Fuck, please baby you gotta keep going.” It was the way you were gagging around his cock that brought Rooster out of his hesitant daze, balling your hair up into a pony so he could gently guide you up and down his rock hard cock. “Shit, this is everything.” He let out a soft scoff, his teenage self would not believe it if he went back in time and told the younger version of himself he was getting road head from the prettiest girl he ever knew. “You feel so fucking good.” 

“You taste even better.” Pulling away for a brief moment you catch your breath, You worked your fist up and down to a rhythm you knew would keep Rooster barrelling quickly towards his high. You just loved the rouge hume that had taken over his cheeks, the flustered look he had. The small amount of sweat that had started to form at his hairline. It was perfect, he was perfect. “Do you want me to keep going Roo?” You teased as you slowed down your rhythm, not pumping your hand as vigorously as he would have liked. “Or do you still want me to stop because you don't wanna take advantage of such a good girl?” 

“Oh you are anything but good–” Bradley scoffed as his lips turned into a smirk. Since when that the drive back to the street your shared been so fucking long. “Keep going, or I'm gonna make you.” It had your core tingling with adrenaline and need as you fastened your pace–pumping his shaft before wrapping your lips back around him. Hollowing your cheeks as you worked your mouth over his length, sloppy road head. “Ohhhh fucking Christ!” 

Rooster was so close as he turned his indicator on and swung left into your street. He was stunned that he was able to keep his eyes on the road as much as he had when he had the prettiest girl sucking him off. It felt surreal, so intense he knew his orgasm was going to consume him completely. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–Pull up Y/n I’m gonna cum!” Panic rose in Roosters chest as you kept going, ignoring his warnings was a primal instinct to want to feel him fill your mouth with his load. “Duck!” He moaned just one more time with a sigh that came from a place so deep that his vision blurred– Sending him swerving onto your driveway a little more haphazardly than Rooster should have. But the way you sucked him for all he was worth had the corners of his vision darkening like he was under sustained G-force. Fighting off G-Loc. “Ahhhhhh baby yesssss.” 

He had nothing left to give by the time you had sucked him dry. Continuing your assault until Rooster was jotling from overstimulation. Pulling up and away, you made sure to pop your lips together before wiping your mouth on your forearm. Taking in the puddle of a man you’d turned Bradley Bradshaw into as he tucked himself away. 

“You wanna come inside?” 

“Yes, fucking hell yes.” 

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#Strictlyscandalous Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw.

[ohtobeleah]

Sucking Rooster off at the hard deck! Please 🙏 for your next round of strictly scandalous.

Growing up, Bradley Bradshaw had always had a thing for his non-biological uncle's daughter. As the gold star kid, all of his father's closest friends saw it as their responsibility to help Carole raise the young tot that was Bradley. Ron Slider, or uncle Slider as Bradley knew him–was one of those many men. 

“It can't be?” Bradley stood at the front door of the Hard Deck that only just opened its doors. Ten past ten in the morning. “Kerner? Is that you?” You knew that voice anywhere–Bradley fucking Bradshaw. 

“If I turn around and see that god-awful ferret you parade across your upper lip is still there I'll be thoroughly unimpressed Rooster.” You taunted as you continued whipping down the bar for Penny. 

“Ah, I'll have you know the mo gets a lot of attention.” Rooster quipped as he took strides towards the bar, forgoing the door and opting to jump up and over the bar. 

“And I bet you just revel it it dont you?” You teased back as you finally turned all your attention to Bradley. “I'm just here for the weekend, Penny was short staffed and I had some spare time.” 

“Oh, so you're not here just to see me then?” Rooster sent you that famous smug look he always had, even in his childhood he managed to get you all kinds of twisted. You’d lost your virginity to Bradley in the back of his Bronco and you'd been the first girl he’d slept with more than once. Always coming back for more because you were his best friend above anything else. The sex was great but the pizza you’d get afterwards and head out to lovers' lookout just off the eight-mile track was even better. “Never thought I'd see you in North Island again after you nearly bottled Hangman the last time you were here.” 

“Guy had it coming.” You shrugged it off because it was true, Jake Seresin had really gotten under your skin the last time you’d been at the Hard Deck visiting. Uncle Mav had introduced you to the group he’d been working with over the last few months and Jake thought he would most definitely be going home with you. Too bad for him, you had the hots for Rooster. Always had, always would. “Who just acts like that all the time?” 

“Hangman does.” Bradley laughed as his hands cupped the small of your back. Pulling you close. “But enough about him, let's talk about us.” 

“Oh there's an us now is there?” You let the question linger in the air for a moment before following up, your hands drifting upwards to stroke Bradley's chest through his T-shirt. “Because I recall all we ever do is fuck and fight and forget that it always ends the same, so why even start this time when I'm only in town for the weekend.” 

“Unless you changed your mind about my proposal, Kerner then that's on you.” Bradley made sure to remind you that he was always all in, it was you who had been reluctant to try a relationship more than just friends with occasional benefits. Until Rooster–you never wanted anything to do with the Navy. “Id have you for the rest of my life if you'd let me but here we are, about to fuck behind Pennys bar.” Your eyes widened at Rooster's statement as you fisted the fabric of his shirt in your palms.

“I'm not gonna fuck you but I'll suck you off until the first customer walks through those doors? Besides you that is.” Leaning in to suck a gentle kiss against Bradley's pulse point. “What did bring you in ten minutes after opening anyways?” 

“Came to pay my tab from last night before Penny had me blacklisted.” Rooster moaned as your hands trailed down from his chest to his belt, undoing it as you teased his neck. Littering it with bruises. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding huh?” 

“Nope–” You popped the P as you unzipped Bradley fly before he shimmied his jeans down ever so slightly as you fished his cock from his boxer briefs. “And it didn't take you long at all now did it Bradshaw.” 

“Doesn't take much to get me going when you're around, Kerner.” Bradley sighed as you palmed him, his length hardening and growing in your first as you sunk to your knees before him. “Oh, fucking hell Y/n this isn't happening–” It was hard to believe you were about to suck Bradley off behind the bar. “Oh christ!” He sucked in a gasp as your lips wrapped around his tip, hand pumping his shaft before you took more of him in your warm home. He was home. “Ohhh fucking christ baby–I missed your perfect mouth.” Bradley let his head fall back as his hips slowly bucked to meet your mouth every time you pulled away and came back.

You knew Rooster was a grower and not a shower, but you always underestimated just how much he could really grow whenever you sucked him off. 

“Ohhh god Y/n, feels so good.” Bradley moaned as he threw his head back again after having spent a moment mesmerised at the sight before him. His hands cupped your face as his hips began to move in sync with your mouth–softly thrusting into you this time. “Always so good to see you stuff your face with my cock.” As if to say fuck you, you were quick to fondle Rooster's balls. Invoking such an animalistic groan from the depths of his soul that it had your core throbbing. “Ah fuck, yes!” 

The taste of pre-cum tandalisted your tastebuds as you sucked the ever living soul from your best friend's cock. Knowing that after your shift you'd grab a bite to eat and catch up on everything the pair of you had missed over that last few months. Coaxing him closer and closer to his high as you gagged and stuffed him down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks as you used your first for whatever inches you could take. 

“Ah fuck I’m gonna cum, god I’m gonna fill your pretty little mouth, Kerner, if you don’t stop his second.” Bradley's eyes were wide and his jaw was slack as he looked down at you sucking him off. His face was flushed and slightly red–all fucked out and pretty for you as hot spurts of his cum shot down your throat as Jake and Javy came through the front doors. “Shit!” Rooster collapsed as you pulled away, watching as he hid behind the bar and you stood and greeted the two aviators. Wiping your mouth on your forearm as you did so. 

“Hiya fellas, what can I get ya.” You asked as you kept your cool as Bradleys hand snakes up between your thighs. “Same old same old?” 

“Got a good memory there Kerner, two drafts please.” Javy replied as Jake just nodded, timid around you. 

“Coming right up–” You looked down at Rooster and just smirked, not knowing how long he’d be stuck down there with a mess in his pants and a hard-on from the view up your dress.

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#Stricklyscandalous Bradley ’Rooster’ Bradshaw

[ohtobeleah]

One word. Anal. With Rooster

ANAL WITH ROOSTER GET OUT OF HERE.

Perhaps it’s the first time too? So he is just so attentive to how you're feeling. All your nerves and hesitations, how you want to satisfy him and try new things. Explore all he has to offer and give him everything he ever wanted.

“I got you baby I got you.” Roosters mumbling against your ass as he molds his hands to spread your cheeks. “Fuck you taste so good.” He's eating your ass, and he's so fucking good at it too. Helping you relax and warm up. “Can't wait to see you take my dick in your ass–”

“Please Roo, fuck me, just wanna feel you.” That was all Rooster needed before he was pulling away, watching as you sick your ass in the air all for him and let your cheek rest against the pillows.

“You don't know how gorgeous you look right now.” Rooster was losing his goddamn mind, lubing his length with as much water based lubricant as he possibly could. Pumping his shaft as he let the tip of his cock press against your puckering hole. “Oh god you're so eager for me aren't you baby, wanna take my cock in your ass like a naughty little girl?”

“Please Bradley, just wanna take all of you.” He was slow but he did as you begged for. Pushing himself in slowly but ever so surely, inch by inch. Watching with eyes that rolled back into his head and a jaw that slacked so much it was almost unhinged. “Oooohhh fuckkk—!”

“Holy fuckk, yess baby yess so fucking tight!” Rooster paused as he saw himself disappear half way. Your ass felt amazing, so tight and so warm. “Doing so good for me, you okay?”

“Keep going Roo.” You relaxed back into him, pushing yourself back against his length, forcing him further inside your ass. “Feeling so good.”

As soon as Bradley was buried to the hilt in your ass he had to take a moment to breathe. Groaning when you clenched around him to new unimaginable heights. His hands moved to delicately guide you by your hips, pulling out as he pushed you slightly off him. Before. He was jarring his hips back against you, pulling you into him.

“Shit!” Rooster hissed.

“Fuckk–” You cried, throwing your head back as you pushed yourself back up onto your hands, looking over your shoulder as Rooster continued at a smooth but hard pace. “Bradley baby, faster–!”

“Really? Already?” With wide eyes and a momentary smirk that leaked pride, Rooster fastened his pace. “Oh shit, god taking me so fucking good babe.”

“Like that! Just like that!” It felt so good, so right, so natural with Bradley. Reaching up to play with yourself as he got faster and harder. Seeing if you could handle it, you toured with your clit working yourself with the pleasure Rooster was giving you, stuffing you full.

“Gonna flood your tight little ass with my load.” Rooster moaned as he caught onto what you were trying to achieve, taking note for next time. “Adventures little girl today aren't we baby?”

“Just love being ruined by you–” your fingers danced around your entrance, fingertips edging further and further inside. “Ohhhh fuck, please–please Bradley keep gong!”

“Holy shitI can feel your fingers against my fucking dick baby!” Rooster felt like he’d just reached nirvana. “Im gonna fucking ruin you.” You really really wished he would.

“Do it Roo, fuck my ass till you fill me with your warm load.” That he did. Rooster finished you off just as he’d promised he would as you tried to fit as many fingers as you possibly could inside yourself. The feeling was otherworldly.

And before you could even ask what was happening next Rooster was plugging you–forcing you to keep his load inside yourself until he was ready to watch you drip for him.

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#Strictlyscandalous // Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

[ohtobeleah]

Hey guys. 👋 So I’ve been thinking—I’m going to open up a Strictly Scandalous concept weekend for the TopGun community.

(For those who may not be aware) <- This was the work I did for Sebastian Stan / Bucky Barnes.

✨ Strictly Scandalous ✨ is a series of strictly scandalous concepts/blurbs (18+) submitted by you, written by me. There aren’t really any limitations in terms of kinks and turns ons. But obviously if there’s something I’m not comfortable writing I’ll express that (no kink shaming)

I’ll be posting the concepts received under the hashtag Strictly Scandalous// with whoever you’ve requested.

For this particular round this weekend I’ll be accepting requests for:

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

Rhett Abbott (Outer Range)

Only one rule: If you send in a concept for this weekend please add the hashtag #StrictlyScandlous to the end of your request so I know it’s for this specific event.

[ohtobeleah]

Just saw the little previews for the next strictly scandalous and phew girl I cannot wait

Oh yeah. Yeah guys popped off. Those are the ones I’ve finished and are ready to go. I’ve still got a couple more days to get the last few sorted.

But if you guys have any more ideas 💡 please keep them coming.