#[muse: Maverick]

[simplymeanttobexo]

Good, because it's my job to make sure you're happy and you can feel your heart beating out of your chest

You really know how to make my heart race

[kaitlinamberxo]

“It's not the plane, it's the pilot.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 73/100: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

[bobfloydsbabe]

Eccentric Professor Bob is horny on a good day, but on vacation? Absolute menace. He wakes up horny, cock hard and desperate for Imogen, but she’s not complaining. It’s slow and lazy, leaving her incoherent and boneless. She wears that skimpy bikini that drives him wild, and he just has to have a taste until she’s coming undone on his tongue and her back arches off the sun lounger. He’s whispering filth in her ear as they eat lunch at a local restaurant, and he fucks her in their pool, not caring if the neighbors can hear her scream his name. As they make dinner, she brushes past him to choose the wine, and he’s not sure how it happens, but he has her bent over the table, thrusting into her hard and deep. Dinner almost catches fire, so they go out to eat instead. Afterward, as they walk home, Imogen pulls him into a secluded alley, drops to her knees, and proceeds to give him the blowjob of his life. By the time they make it back to the house, he’s hard and ready again, but he takes his time then. He carefully undresses Imogen, groans at the sight of her special vacation lingerie, and enjoys every second of taking it off her, watching it fall to the ground. He spreads her out on the bed and worships every inch of her, paying attention to places he usually neglects until eventually she’s begging for his cock. He loves her needy noises and his name sounds like heaven on her lips. He has her clenching around his fingers first, withdrawing right as her orgasm is about to hit and she whines so loud he can’t help but grin. When he’s inside her, he pounds into her, telling her how beautiful she is, what a good girl she is, that she’s all his. She’s moaning and babbling, clawing at his back, and he’s never known love or sex like this. She cums twice, and he finishes inside her with a shout of her name. Afterward, he carries her to the bathroom and cleans her up, praises her, tells her how much he loves her. She hisses from sensitivity when he cleans between her legs, and he presses a soothing kiss to her forehead. Back in the bed, they lie naked in each other’s arms, tracing patterns across freckled skin. Eventually, Imogen drifts off to sleep. He watches her and wonders how on earth he got so lucky. Then she moves in her slumber, hiking her leg up so her knee grazes his cock, making him harden. He considers waking her up so they can go again, but decides to let her sleep and resorts to take care of it himself. He tries to be quiet, stifling moans and keeping his body as still as possible, and it really only takes a few minutes to spill into his hand. “You’ll be the death of me,” he whispers into her hair, but knows he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[mynameismckenziemae]

Can you use this one for Jake please?

“You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.”

You got it! Smut below the cut ⬇️✂️

You don’t know how you ended up in this position; naked, on your knees, ass on fire as look up at Jake from your tear soaked lashes.

Okay, that’s not completely normal true, you do know how you ended up here.

The squad had gotten home from a long 3 month deployment late last night and you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with Jake all day, making up for lost time. But he’d woken you around 10, telling you it was time to get up for a beach day. While you loved the Daggers, you had missed Jake and wanted him all to yourself.

“I promised we would make an appearance,” Jake smiled at your pout, “just for a a little bit, okay? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Okay,” you sighed, knowing it was going to be more than a ‘little bit’.

You were right. An hour turned into two, then it was mid-afternoon and Jake agreed to stay for supper. Though you were having fun, you were desperate for him. It didn’t help that he was somehow even more ripped and tanned than when he left and he kept throwing you grins that make you melt. And no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get him alone.

So you decided to make him as miserable as you were.

Even though they’re now friends, your flirting with Rooster still riles Jake up like nothing else.

So you had slowly unbuttoned your coverup, slipping it off your shoulders when Bradley had jogged over for a beer, and asked him to put sunscreen on your shoulders. Jake had been in the water so he let it go, not wanting you to burn. But then you laughed at his stupid jokes over dinner, and complimented his stupid Hawaiian shirt after, and then sat in the stupid chair next to his when the bonfire was lit.

The final straw had been when you’d turned in your chair to lean back against Jake and propped your feet in Roo’s lap.

“Alright. That’s enough now,” Jake said lowly, the warning in his voice making you shiver.

“What?” You looked up at him innocently, “just getting comfy-oh,” you sighed, eyes closing as Roo absentmindedly kneads your calves.

“That’s it, let’s go. Now.” Jake growled as he shot Roo dirty look, but he didn’t notice, his attention being on Bob the whole time.

Jake had taken you home then, making you squirm the whole way by not saying a word. You knew you were in trouble.

You were right again.

He’d dragged you straight into your room, ripped your shorts and bikini bottoms down before pulling you over his lap to spank you.

He ignored your pleas for mercy, only ceasing when your tears flowed steadily and you were a hiccuping, wet mess.

“Please Jake! No more! It hurts!” He mocked, chuckling when he ran his hand between your arousal-slicked thighs, “You fucking love this. Dirty, lyin’ whore.”

“No!” You cried, “I didn’t-I-I-I’m sorry!”

“Yeah?” he laughed cruelly, slapping your red, tender skin again, “You’re sorry for being an impatient little brat? For flirting with Bradshaw and letting him touch you when you didn’t get what you wanted?”

“Yes!” You sobbed, nodding eagerly.

“You’ll never do it again?” He made you flinch when his rough hand slowly rubbed over your ass.

“Never!” You lied.

He nudged you off his lap before pushing down his shorts and here you are.

“Show me how sorry you are,” he breathes, tapping the head of his cock against your lips, “open.”

But your hand comes up to close over his, keeping him still as you lock eyes with him, slowly circling the tip with your tongue and tasting his precum with a soft moan.

“You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that,” he husks before pushing his cock in your mouth.

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Feel free to send more smut prompts!

[general-kalani]

He's clearly happy at the recognition the horse is getting.

There's a hint of a smile of all things!

"May be, kid. Don't touch, he's flighty and prone to bitin'. Never seen a horse b'fore kid?"

🌀 “No??! Normal people don’t even have-“

“IS THAT A HORSE?” 🐈‍⬛

[princessmisery666]

carton of ice cream, sandal, bottle of perfume

Either one of these guys.

So Kym sent this on 23rd Jan 2023! The muses were inspired but its taken this long to finish it! So coming soon(ish) is a 3 part mini series.

Jake x Reader - You and Jake have been dancing around each other for a while. The Dagger Squad set it up so that the dancing stops, but a case of miscommunication could ruin it all.

I'm sharing the pretty title art because I can.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Tag List is open.

[athl3tes]

closed starter for @epigraphed // mara !!!

⸻   hardy   skates   dug   into   scuffed   ice   ,   over   and   over   again   .   the   center   streaked   from   one   end   of   the   rink   ,   to   the   other   .   rink   darkened   purposefully   ,   safe   for   hallway   lights   barely   illuminating   edges   of   the   rink   .   all   in   a   bid   to   make   it   more   difficult   for   him   ,   near   impossible   to   see   where   he’d   been   going   .   what   he’d   been   shooting   at   .   you   need   to   be   better   ,   falling   short   of   expectations—   not   the   start   we   all   expected   .   media   ,   coach   ,   teammates   apprehensions   about   his   skill   all   pool   in   his   head   .   generate   the   volatile   disposition   that   is   echoed   throughout   stadium   ,   first   by   the   missing   of   the   net   .   black   puck   instead   banging   against   boards   with   riveting   smack   ,   then   a   bellowing   scream   .   ❝   fuck   !   god   fucking   damn   it   .   ❞   opting   to   instead   take   a   break   ,   he   hastily   skated   over   to   media   box   .   stepping   off   to   find   the   ballerina   having   made   her   unannounced   entry   .   damp   hair   hung   infront   of   his   face   ,   huffing   a   few   times   before   upnodding   her   .   ❝   if   you   came   for   a   show   ,   you   got   one   .   ❞

[broketraveler87]

Dear Muse,

What the fuck?!?!

You have already have 3 WIP to work on!

We do NOT need to add a heist fanfic called “Maverick’s 13” a play on the George Clooney Ocean’s trilogy.

Where Maverick gets out of jail he plans a heist to win back his ex husband Tom Kazansky from Casino Owner Beau Simpson.

Maverick = Ocean

Jake = Rusty

Bradley = Linus

Coyote = Saul

I SAID NO MUSE…*faintly in the background Viva Las Vegas can be heard*

[strywoven]

also have an inbox call. specify muse(s) & I will conjure a diddy.

[tgmsunmontue]

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

The 13th November 2024 was my one-year Tumblr Anniversary of this side-blog and my steep climb into creating fandom works for this particular fandom. It is by far the most prolific I have ever been in a fandom, and it has also ignited my love of drawing again*.

There is no "What to Write Weekend" this weekend (again), however to celebrate I am doing 12 days of updates, with the intention of EVERY fic in my pinned post that has been started (i.e. it has a "last updated" date in the description) being updated at least once by the 25th November 2025. I've put tentative dates however depending on how the muse-juice flows they might get shuffled a little.

But yeah. Happy Top Gun Maverick fandom year to everyone.

* And currently a deep seated frustration with Clip Studio Paint Pro because I am old and crotchety and there are likely multiple reasons** why I am struggling to learn digital art. ANYWAY.

** I've had Covid five times and I'm perimenopausal. Brain fog upon brain fog upon brain fog apparently. It's "normal" apparently. It sucks is what it does.

[sorchathered]

@attapullman and @sailor-aviator may single handedly bring my murder mystery manuscript back into play…

[thirtecnth]

@endlessreruns / closed event starter / maverick cafferty setting: the lake

"Would you believe me if I told you I was from the future? Be honest."

[gemkun]

what flavor is your soul ?

      ⸻       vanilla

  oh   heart   of   ice   and   mind   of   gold   ,   what   am   I   to   do   with   you   ?   you   are   only   good   in   small   amounts   ,   bittersweet   fledgling   ,   you   are   hard   for   most   to   swallow.   your   spirit   is   strong   ,   your   wit   is   potent   ,   your   biting   essence   drives   even   the   most   daring   away.   but   why   are   you   hiding   your   sweetness   ?   I   know   within   you   ,   you   are   soft   ,   but   humanity   has   made   you   bitter.   you   mask   your   pain   and   sorrow   with   spite   and   sensibility.   you   say   you   do   not   care   about   trivial   things   ,   but   don't   you   ?   sweetheart   relax.   you   can   let   down   your   drawbridge   ,   the   waters   are   not   poisoned.   I   know   you   have   looked   monsters   in   between   the   eyes   and   scoffed   at   them   ,   but   please   ,   relax.   you   think   your   armor   protects   you   but   it   is   smothering   you   slowly.   little   owlet   ,   when   will   you   learn   ,   words   can   only   get   you   so   far   ?   feelings   are   what   makes   this   world   pulse.   do   not   suppress   your   feelings.   your   heart   can   still   thaw   my   dear.   trust.

      ⸻       rosemary

  ah   ,   the   old   soul   ,   nice   to   meet   again.   the   time   of   ages   is   etched   into   your   bones   ,   you   see   clearly.   you've   watched   the   heartache   in   this   realm   and   sworn   to   solve   it.   but   kindness   without   limits   is   self   destruction.   oh   little   leaf   ,   strong   and   wise   ,   you   seek   to   bring   peace   with   your   presence.   I'd   be   wrong   to   say   you   fail   at   this   effort   ,   but   you   mustn't   set   yourself   on   fire   to   keep   others   warm.   you   wish   to   please   everyone   ,   to   protect   them   all.   but   if   you   shield   the   saplings   from   the   sunlight   they   will   never   grow   ,   and   you   one   day   will   wither.   protect   yourself   too.   you   know   there   are   no   happy   heroes   ,   so   don't   be   one.   be   a   friend.   your   loved   ones   will   not   forsake   you   for   not   being   perseus   slaying   all   their   demons.   you   have   your   own   monsters   ,   why   not   meet   them   first   before   you   conquer   anyone   else's   nightmares.   oh   true   —   hearted   paladin   you   are   brave   ,   and   you   are   good   enough.   you   know   that   right   ?   be   true   to   yourself   ,   one   cannot   do   anything   saintly   if   they   did   not   tend   to   their   own   wounds   first.

tagged by : @luckquartzed & @finalism ( pleading face ) tagging : @duelmarks , @oneireth ( caelus ) , @tavustlik , @basbousah , @kushtibokt , @defiedlife , @fortifice , @protcg , @kafkaisms , @wingspiked , @eldkitch , @apocryphis , @destisea & go ahead and steal it especially if the tagging system fails smh

[darkhearthorns]

Enchanting Soirée + open

As the music swirled through the grand ballroom, Maverick's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for his next target of intrigue. Spotting a stranger standing at the edge of the dance floor, their curious gaze observing the festivities, Maverick decided to make his move.

With confident strides, the dragon prince glided across the room, his steps synchronized with the rhythm of the music. As he reached the stranger, Maverick extended a hand, his touch light and inviting.

"Bonjour," he greeted with a charming smile, his voice carrying a hint of allure. "Allow me to whisk you away from the sidelines and into the embrace of this enchanting soirée."

[bobfloydsbabe]

Everyone say thank you @attapullman because she’s the reason there will eventually be a follow-up to the cockwarming fic involving Professor Bob telling Imogen to beg for his cock 😵‍💫

enjoy this sneak peek i just wrote

I’ll see myself out 🫡

[galaxofmuses]

"....Disgusting. Who would want to kiss you?"