I've Been Reading Your Fics And Answers And Now I Can't Help But To Send You One Too Lol

I've been reading your fics and answers and now I can't help but to send you one too lol

literally im here dropping in to say that mingyu's the type to kneel on the floor to eat you out while you're on the couch because you told him you were stressed

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"bad day?"

you sigh and nod your head as you slump down onto the couch, not even bothering to remove your jacket. mingyu's face crinkles into one of concern and he knows there's really only one thing that will take your mind off things.

"let me get rid of all your stresses."

without a second thought, he's sliding off the couch from his spot next to you and settling himself between your legs, spreading them far enough for him to comfortably sit. you feel your heart pound as he lifts your hips and shuffles your slacks down your hips and thighs, letting them pool at your ankles.

he quickly moves your hips up again and removes your panties from your hips, letting them fall to where your pants sit. in an impatient manner, he removes your shoes and pulls your pants and underwear off completely and flings them behind him.

"gonna make you feel so good," he mumbles, his hands caressing your thighs softly while you whimper and wiggle your hips impatiently. he chuckles at how fast you've gone from stressed to needy without even being properly touched.

"gyu, please hurry," you accentuate your plea by grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging on it lightly, a groan leaving his lips at the sting. just as you're about to tug on his locks again, he dives in and lets his tongue explore your cunt.

with every pass of his tongue, every lick and nibble, you feel yourself getting lost in the feeling. the worries of the day are slowly melting away into a mixture of lust and pleasure, and mingyu can tell.

he knows exactly where to suck and lick, letting his lips lave over your clit on more than one occasion just to get a rise out of you. he knows that if he lets his tongue roll over the bundle of nerves multiple times, you'll start begging.

"m-mingyu! mingyu....fuck im gonna cum-" your grip on his hair tightens as your orgasm washes over you without warning, stars speckling your vision and incoherent mumbles tumble past your lips.

it takes you a few moments to come back to, and when you do, mingyu's tiny grin is peeking up at you from between your legs. you feel your cheeks grow warm at the sight of him, chin dripping with your juices and his eyes sparkling with lust.

"do you feel better?"

you hum a reply and pull him onto the couch next to you, before palming his obvious erection through his sweats. he groans and throws his head back on the couch, his hand gripping your wrist.

"gonna make you feel good now too."

hi! i have been inactive bc life has been interesting 😅 i’m really wanting to start doing a bit more writing and get a proper layout/info post set so look out for that this week, maybe even tonight!

i need meredith to eat dirt this instant; GET AWAY FROM BRADLEY & HIS PRINCESS & NOAH

The Younger Kind Part 18 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley takes Noah to visit you at your place, and while he's there, he finds something he doesn't like. After an unexpected run-in with Meredith and a quick visit with Greyson, he has reached his limit for the week.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing, and age gap (18+)

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley was feeling a little bolder about stopping by your place after Meredith made herself look like an idiot in front of the judge. Maybe it wasn't the best idea he'd ever had, but he and Noah were both dying to see you. So he packed up some things for Noah to play with at your house and drove over on Saturday afternoon. 

When Bradley parked in front of your little rental, Noah was sound asleep in his car seat. You came running out to greet them, but you got quiet when Bradley placed his finger over his lips and nodded toward the backseat. "He's asleep," he whispered, scooping his son out of the car seat. 

Bradley leaned down to kiss your glossy lips as he carried Noah inside and set him down on your couch. Without a word, you procured a soft blanket to cover him, and then Bradley was pulling you into the kitchen. 

"Hi," you whispered as he backed you up against the counter. Your eyes were wide as Bradley let his fingers start to push up the bottom of your tight shirt before he kissed you again. 

"Hi, Princess," he mumbled against your lips. He wanted to fuck you so badly. It had been a week since he had you, and he knew how good you were. His body craved you almost nonstop. When he pressed his nose against your neck, he could feel your heart racing as he inhaled your sweet wildflower scent. "I missed you."

You moaned softly as he placed one big palm on your bare lower back and eased your shirt up inch by inch. "Daddy," you whispered, caressing the back of his neck with your gentle touch. His lips were on yours again as he slipped his muscular thigh between your legs and pushed your ass a little harder back against the edge of your kitchen counter. "Oh," you gasped softly as he held you between his leg and his big hand. 

Anchored in place like this, he guided you forward with his hand so your core rubbed up along his thigh. He watched your eyes flutter closed and back open as you bit your lip. 

"Does that feel good?" he asked softly as you let yourself slide back down his thigh with a sigh. 

"Yes," you squeaked as he guided you back up toward his hard cock. When you nudged him, he grunted, but he let you keep rolling your hips up and down, up and down. Your fingers dug into the back of his neck as your wide eyes fluttered closed again and your head tipped back. 

"You needed your Daddy," he growled, cupping your pussy through your thin leggings. Your loud gasp as you started to rock against his hand had him leaning down to nibble on your neck. 

"More," you whined, and Bradley stroked your slit through the fabric until a hysterical giggle bubbled out of you. 

He dragged his mustache along your neck until his lips were pressed to your ear. "You're so fucking sensitive. Makes me want to get you off constantly."

You whined Bradley's name loud enough that he mashed his lips to yours to keep you quiet as you rubbed your pussy against him. He could feel your swollen clit as you rode his hand and his thigh until you were mumbling against his mouth and shaking. When the roll of your hips turned to stuttering jerks, you came, arms wrapped tight around his neck as you kissed him hard and whimpered. 

"Good girl," he groaned, rubbing his hand gently along your back and side as your movements started to slow. He watched you come to rest on his thigh, eyes hazy and soft as you smiled up at him like he was your hero. And then your hand found his hard cock through his jeans just as Bradley heard Noah call for him. 

"Princess," he whispered, kissing you softly, and easing his thigh from between your legs just as Noah came running into the kitchen with a worried look on his face.

"But Daddy," you whimpered, still reaching for Bradley's cock. Then you noticed Noah, and you quickly backed away as you pulled your shirt back over your midsection. 

Bradley watched his son run to you, and you quickly scooped him up into your arms and hugged him tight. "Noah! I missed you!"

"Missed you," he echoed quietly as you carried him to your tiny kitchen table which Bradley noticed was filled with art supplies. You glanced at Bradley over your shoulder, still looking a little dazed, as you set Noah in one of the two seats and opened up some markers for him.

"Why don't you color some things for me to hang on my refrigerator?" you asked, combing your fingers through Noah's soft curls as he looked up at you with a smile that was melting Bradley's heart. "I still have plenty of room."

And as you sat down in the other chair, Bradley took the time to look around your kitchen more. You had hung up a few of Noah's art projects on your refrigerator; things the two of you must have made when Bradley was still going on his app dates. You had written the date on the bottom corner of each of them. He saw a few more things taped up next to your stairs as he ventured into your small living room. 

You loved his son. It was so obvious. Your laughter combined with Noah's and filled your house, and Bradley closed his eyes to memorize it. He hoped like hell that the court appearance on Wednesday would finish off things with Meredith so he could actually move on. But when he opened his eyes, he saw your ex boyfriend's fraternity hoodie still hanging next to your door. 

He yanked it down from the hook and strolled back into the kitchen just as you were plating some ants on logs for Noah. You smiled and held one up for Bradley, and he let you feed it to him. You smiled as you set the plate down in front of Noah, and then you saw what Bradley was holding. 

"Why do you still have this?" he grunted, and your eyes met his again.

"Nothing's going on," you insisted. "Promise."

He kissed your soft cheek and whispered, "Then you won't mind me dropping this off at his place for you?"

You licked your lips and stared at him for a moment. "You have no reason to be jealous, Daddy." Bradley grunted. But you quickly asked him. "Do I?"

His brow creased as he kissed your lips. "Why would you think that?"

You kind of shrugged and said, "Noah just told me that Helen kept talking him about you. He also said she's bad at singing and drawing, and that I'm his favorite. Who's Helen?"

"She works at Penny's bar, and Noah saw her the other day. Listen," he told you with a smug smile, "Helen can look all she wants, but that's the only thing she'll be doing."

"Hmm," you hummed with another shrug. "Okay."

Before you could turn away from him, Bradley wrapped his hand around your hip and then slowly let his fingers trail up your body. Your lips parted as he ran them along the valley between your breasts. You were obviously not wearing a bra, so Bradley took a moment to tease your nipples before running his index finger up the length of your neck and grasping your chin. 

You were panting slightly, and your peaked nipples looked gorgeous through your tight shirt. "Why don't you write down your ex boyfriend's address for me so I can drop this off for him one day?" Bradley requested again, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"I already told you. That's something a boyfriend would do." Your voice was soft, but your eyes were wide and focused on him.

"Exactly."

You nodded a few times, and then you were in Bradley's arms, kissing his lips.

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You sat with Noah on your lap as the three of you ate the spaghetti and salad you had prepared. You made a show of pouring dressing on the salad as Bradley kissed your neck and whispered, "Keep going," while you laughed. Noah just looked at both of you as he ate a meatball with his fingers. 

"Is it yummy?" you asked him as you ate some pasta. 

"Yep," Noah said, wiping his hands on Bradley's arm. You had to stifle your laughter as he asked, "Will you come to our house again?"

You met Bradley's eyes as he wiped the sauce off of his arm with a napkin. "Hopefully soon. I miss playing with your blocks, and you have better construction paper than I do."

"Yeah," he said before shoving some noodles into his mouth. "But you have good coloring books."

"I'm glad you think so," you whispered before you kissed his cheek.

After dinner, Bradley barely let you out of his grasp. His hand was always holding yours or on your back, and you were starting to have some very strong feelings. 

"Let me wash the dishes," he muttered, pressing his lips to your right arm which was finally mostly healed. "Go watch Mickey Mouse with Noah, I got this."

So you snuggled with Noah on your couch and sang the songs from the cartoon with him, smiling every time he laughed at the show. And a while later, when Bradley joined you, he repositioned you and Noah so that your head was resting on his thigh and his hand was stroking the back of your neck. 

You loved this. It wasn't quite as good as being at Bradley's house, on his bigger couch with the bigger TV, but it was still so close to being perfect. And when Bradley whispered that it was getting late and they needed to leave, you were already asking when you could see them again.

"I'm not sure, Princess. Soon, I hope," he whispered, kissing your lips softly while Noah tried to put his shoes on by himself. Then you knelt to help him while Bradley balled Greyson's hoodie up in his fist and pocketed the post-it note with Greyson's address on it. You felt a little giddy over how serious he was about getting that particular article of clothing out of your house.

"I'll miss you both," you told them, kissing Noah's forehead after Bradley scooped him up with his free arm. You waved from the door as they drove away, and then the silence made you frown as you closed the door. When you walked into the kitchen, it was spotlessly clean. All of your dishes had been washed and put away. And there was a pack of Skittles on the counter.

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Bradley was used to talking to you for an hour every night before he went to bed. He could have listened to anything you wanted to say to him, but as soon as your tone grew playful, he always got hard for you. It didn't even have to be sexual, because it was just you. Just your voice. 

"Thanks for the Skittles," you told him with a little laugh on Monday night. Bradley was holding the phone to his ear and shamelessly palming himself through his underwear. "One of my friends from class asked for a few, and I sounded like a complete sociopath when I had to tell her no."

Bradley chuckled. "You wouldn't share them?"

"No! They were from you! I ate them all!"

Bradley grunted and you went quiet. 

"What are you doing?" you asked softly. 

"Really enjoying the sound of your voice right now," he replied, smirking to himself. 

"Oh," you gasped. "You want me to keep talking?"

"Of course."

"Mmm," you hummed. "But maybe I'm enjoying your 'Daddy voice' right now."

"My 'Daddy voice'? What's that?" he asked, pulling himself free from his underwear. 

"You know," you told him softly. "The stern one you used when you told me to lay off Jake and the college boys."

"You liked that?" he asked. Every time you called him Daddy it somehow fucked him up and put him back together at the same time. He couldn't wait for the day he could have you in his bed and hear you say it over and over again. But for now, this was going to have to do.

"I loved it," you purred, and Bradley groaned as he started jerking himself off.

"Princess, you're so good for Daddy, he rarely ever has to use his stern voice," he grunted, and he knew you must be touching yourself, too.

"What if I do something bad?" you asked. "What if... I told you I'm going to call Greyson tomorrow?"

"Hell no," Bradley growled as he moved his hand down his length and pictured your face. "Absolutely not, baby. Delete his phone number."

"Yes!" you squealed with delight. "That's your Daddy voice!"

He groaned and said, "I'm so close."

He could hear your breathing growing deeper. "If I were there, you know what I would do?"

"Tell me," he panted before biting his lip. 

You moaned loudly and said, "I'd get down on my knees on the floor in front of you so you could paint my face with your cum."

"Yep," he growled, and then he was making a mess on his own abs but dreaming about your pretty face, smiling and coated white with his cum. "And I'd love to do that to you."

"I'll let you, Daddy. But first I'm going to need that deep Daddy voice again. Right now."

Bradley spent the next ten minutes telling you every depraved thought that came to his mind until he heard you crying out through the phone. And when you asked him if he planned on doing all of those things to you, he told you yes. And he meant it.

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On Tuesday morning, after Bradley dropped Noah off at daycare a little earlier than usual, he zipped over to his coffee shop. As soon as the barista saw him, he smiled, and she nodded. The line was pretty long, but when he got to the front, both of his drinks were already waiting for him. 

"Thanks," he told her as she started on somebody else's order. He borrowed the sharpie and labelled both cups before stuffing some cash into the tip cup. 

"So you're still seeing her? Princess?" 

Bradley whipped around to see Meredith standing right behind him. "Are you following me?" he demanded, but she just laughed. 

"No. I don't need to follow you. I have you where I want you now."

Bradley looked at her face which was completely void of emotion. He found that almost funny, because he was certain he was starting to turn bright red. "Stay the fuck away from me," he warned, but she just smiled. 

"Still unable to control your temper, I see. Noah shouldn't have to be exposed to that."

"Seriously, Meredith." He was ready to push past her and go back to the Bronco, but she just shook her head.

"I am always serious, Bradley. You're the one messing around. I thought you'd be spending as much time as possible with your own child. While you still can. But instead you're buying coffee for a different child." 

Bradley had to bite back every horrible thing he wanted to say to her, and instead he asked, "What happened to your lawyer last week? He get cold feet all of a sudden? One minute I saw him in the hallway, and the next, he was gone."

She pressed her lips together as her nostrils flared. "Don't worry about that."

"I'm not worried, Meredith. Just curious. I can't understand why you want Noah now. After years of not giving a single fuck about either of us."

Her smirk made his skin crawl as she said, "I'll see you and Noah in court next week."

Bradley froze. "Next week? You mean tomorrow."

"I said what I meant." And then she picked up her coffee and disappeared through the door.

Bradley's phone vibrated in his pocket on his way to the Bronco, and he answered it without really looking to see who it was. 

"Yeah?"

"Bradley. It's Tracy. Listen, Meredith managed to get the custody hearing pushed back. Instead of tomorrow, it's on the docket for one day next week."

"Really?" he asked sarcastically. His blood was positively boiling. 

"Yes, really. I don't know how she did it, and I'm still trying to dig up the dirt on what happened with her lawyer last week. But I assure you, I will get to the bottom of all of this."

"Thanks, Tracy," he grunted, sloshing some of the coffee onto his hand as he tried to unlock his door. "Fuck," he growled. 

He didn't know what was going on, but he felt sick. He climbed in quickly and started the engine. With a little luck, you'd still be home. He checked the time continuously as he drove, but when he turned down your street, he lost all hope. Your car was gone. He had missed you. And he was in such a shitty mood now.

"Fucking Meredith," he growled, smacking his steering wheel as he continued past your house. He drank both coffees as he drove across town, and then he decided it was a good time to take some of his anger out on someone else. So he pulled Greyson's address out of his glovebox and turned left. 

When he pulled up in front of a nice looking building, he double checked the address. "Fucking rich asshole kid," Bradley growled, killing the engine and digging the hoodie out from under the passenger seat. He balled it up in one big hand and made his way up the sidewalk to the correct door. He knocked hard three times and waited. Then he knocked again. 

Just before he was about to drop the hoodie on the front step and leave, he heard someone inside talking and trying to unlock the door. "Fuck, Roxanna. You just fucking left." And then the door swung open to reveal who Bradley assumed was your ex boyfriend in just some boxer shorts.

"You Greyson?" he asked in what you would have called his Daddy voice.

"Who the hell are you?" 

"Are. You. Greyson?"

"Yeah," he replied, looking Bradley up and down. "What the fuck do you want?"

Greyson was lanky and blond and looked like a little shit. Bradley thrust the sweatshirt against his chest, sending him staggering back a step. 

"She doesn't need that anymore."

"Huh?" he asked, shaking out the sweatshirt and looking at it before looking back at Bradley. 

"Are you stupid? Or hard of hearing? I said she doesn't need your sweatshirt. She has a better one now."

Bradley briefly pictured you sleeping on his couch in his well worn UVA sweatshirt which calmed him down again.

"Whatever. You can have her," Greyson said casually before slamming the door in Bradley's face. 

He turned and walked back to the Bronco, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles as he went. It would be hours before he could hear your voice over the phone, and he missed you so much right now. He sent you a quick text. 

Princess, I miss you. Send me a picture if you have a chance?

Then he drove to base and pulled the sleeves of his flight suit on while he walked toward the hangar. As soon as Nat saw him, her eyes went wide.

"It's too early for you to be this pissed off. What's going on?"

"Fucking Meredith and fucking Greyson," he growled, reaching for his helmet where it was hanging. 

"Who's Greyson?" she asked, clearly puzzled.

"A little shit," he replied before adding, "and Meredith got the court date pushed back somehow."

Nat put her hand on his chest and forced him to look at her. "Okay. Did you talk to your lawyer?"

"Yeah," he growled. "But I ran into Meredith this morning when I stopped for coffee."

She nodded and hugged him. "That explains a lot. Take a deep breath so you don't get grounded."

Bradley let her hold him as he took some deep breaths, and of course after a minute or so, he felt a lot better. "Thanks, Nat."

"That's what I'm here for," she assured him. "Now why exactly is it a big deal if the court appearance is postponed?"

He ran his palm over his face. "Because I don't know what the hell Meredith is up to. And my lawyer costs a fortune. And I just want to have a normal life where I can date who I want to and take care of my own fucking child."

"Okay," she said. "You're not wrong. You're totally right. But in the grand scheme of things, maybe it's not so bad?"

He took one more deep breath and agreed. "Yeah. You're right. It'll be okay."

Then his phone vibrated, and you fixed his entire day.

Babysitter: Not sure what kind of picture you wanted, Daddy...

You had attached one selfie of you outside in the sunlight, walking across your campus with a smile on your face. And you attached a second photo of you in a bathroom stall flashing your tits for him. Bradley smiled and sent you back at least a dozen heart emojis before tucking his phone away for later. 

"I'm fine, Nat. Let's go."

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