#bradleyroosterbradshaw

this is my writing master list. i basically write what i feel like. i write f1 (lestappen), marvel (irondad and stucky), cobra kai, or top gun!

my ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/itskotka

currently working on: lestappen fake-dating au

count: 10

last updated: 10/15

TOPGUN: MAVERICK

Jake Seresin

easy, girl

the princess and the hangman

the princess and the hangman pt.2

hangman's girl

your world or hangman's

who's dawson and amanda?

earth angel

howdy darlin'.

howdy darlin' pt.2

kissin' strangers.

like I loved you.

somethin' like that.

do you want me to lie, sir?

do you want me to lie, sir? pt.2

nothing but a gentleman.

falling for a girl in purple & gold.

i gotta take you home.

bullseye.

in fifteen minutes.

you look like you love me.

you're literally about to faint.

this is so much better.

green looks good on you, babe.

did i get it right.

a year, three months, seven days, and fifteen hours.

seven minutes in heaven.

Bradley Bradshaw

break up in the end

lieutenant bradshaw

but she's my best friend

stand in my way.

stand in my way. pt2

for her

greatest love story.

that damned flight suit.

you don't see it.

be careful with my baby.

be careful with my baby pt 2.

I'm obsessed with you.

needed a little discourse.

get a room.

he didn't stand a chance.

a very important meeting.

heard it all.

someone like me.

to the left.

actually, it's captain.

it is the perfect direction.

it's always the same with us.

Pete Mitchell

captain.

game on.

miss me baby.

let's order Chinese.

don't you dare.

i'll let you know tomorrow.

i love when you call me pete.

the best pilot in the navy.

Robert Floyd

exactly what i was texting her.

CRIMINAL MINDS

Aaron Hotchner

then why don't you, hotchner.

i fucking knew it.

take one more step toward her.

once we cross this line, it's done.

please don't lie to me, baby.

i am a profiler, after all.

five minutes and a hair tie.

please don't leave with him.

we have a case.

bad cop, beautiful cop.

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x F!Reader

Seeing Rooster in his flight suit causes some *ahem* feelings.

t/w: implied smut, heavy making out, some cursing, flirting!rooster, I am going to say 18+ just to be safe.

a/n: this was an anon request! just a sweet little blurb about roos in his flight suit. who doesn't need this on a Friday morning??

You loved your boyfriend in anything he wore. Even those damned Hawaiian shirts. Those shirts made people look at him, and he thrived on that.

Rooster loved being the center of attention. He carries the trait well, though. You'd never know it, unless you knew him.

But that fucking flight suit? You couldn't handle it.

Luckily, as a civilian, you don't have to put yourself through seeing him in it. Which is good, because if he is in the full get up, he's about to fly and needs to have a clear mind. There would be no time for what you want to do to him.

"Y/n, you're staring." This particular day, Rooster comes straight home from training. Forgoing the shower at the base, and just needing to get back to you.

Which means you watch him walk through the door, the flight suit unzipped to his waist, his muscular chest on full display under his tight black tee.

You're drooling.

"Do I have something on my face?" he asks, turning to the mirror in the hall to check. "Baby?"

You're still staring. Hell, you think drool just hit the ground.

Walking up to the aviator, you slid your hands around his narrow waist. Rooster's brows perk up. He knows where this is going.

Rooster takes charge, pushing you back up against the wall, attacking your neck with kisses. A small moan slips from your mouth, encouraging him to keep going.

"Hey, darlin'," he drawls in your ear.

"Hi," you breathlessly reply, finally finding your words.

You grip the half-on flight suit, pulling your man flush against you. It's his turn to let a groan slip.

"What's gotten into you?" He breathes. He pulls your face to his, finally kissing your lips. He kisses you like he's about to leave on a six month deployment and he's afraid he won't make it back.

You meet his hunger just as eagerly. You want to play out every fantasy you've ever had with him in this suit.

"You should know better than to wear this around me," you confess. You've never told him what the suit does to him. Rooster would use that to his advantage for sure.

Rooster pulls back from his tantalizing kisses, a smirk on his mustached-face.

"My flight suit has gotten you like this? OH, baby. What ammo you've just given me."

Rooster returns to you mouth, giving it the attention it needs. His hands start roaming up and down your waist. He stops under your ass, picking you up and causing your legs to wrap around him.

When he makes it to your room, he pins your back against the door. "You have to tell me everything you've thought about while I wear this."

Both your breathing is heavy, and his voice is hoarse. You adore this man.

"I'd rather show you," you tell him, pulling his mouth to yours.