#Mav finds it adorable and hot

[katewritesss]

Ice: Hey, babe, just so you know, I TRICKED you into loving me, it was all by design, I’m a MASTERMIND, I planned everything -

Maverick: I know, baby, you’re evil, go to sleep 😘🥰

[theharddeck]

santa baby (been an awful good girl) // coyote x f!reader

pairing: javy coyote machado x fem!reader (no y/n)

synopsis: coyote dresses up as santa + reader is only human = reader and coyote get it on in santa's workshop

word count: 6.6k

warnings: 18+ explicit content, minors DNI: unprotected sex, explicit PiV sex, a bit of dumbification, slight overstimulation, lowkey desecrating the concept of christmas but like in a hot way

A/N: i...i have no excuse. thinking of javy being dorky during sex has effectively ruined me. merry chrysler

The second Sunday in December was the tree-lighting at Miramar. 

The event entailed, of course, the lighting of the tree at the center of base, but also a crafts market, an ugly-Christmas sweater competition, and breakfast-for-dinner, but most importantly: a meet and greet with Santa. 

While it wasn’t required attendance for any of the Service members, most everyone who wasn’t on leave found some way to be involved. You found yourself at the cookie decorating station, trying to teach kids a modicum of restraint, and sneaking glances at your boyfriend over in Santa’s Workshop. 

That’s right, Javy Machado – distinguished Lieutenant, Louisiana’s finest, and your personal hero – was currently drowning in red velvet and faux ermine, dressed up as jolly old Saint Nick. His diamond-sharp jawline was hidden behind a monstrosity of a fake beard, but he had managed to master the twinkle in his eye. The night was winding down, but he showed no waning energy, just endearing interest in each and every child that made its way into the small structure. 

You could just barely see him through the front window of the Workshop, but every time you looked over at him, your heart fluttered. 

It was the way he hunched his shoulders, clearly trying to diminish his size to make himself seem less intimidating. 

It was the way he met each child’s eye, exuding comfort and kindness. 

It was how after a couple of minutes, even the shyest child seemed to relax against him, how their smiles brightened and their giggles echoed around the family center. 

You knew Javy was a total sweetheart, but it made you so proud to see how special he was making this Christmas for each of these kids, some of whom were having a dark season with their parents being deployed. 

There was a clatter and you looked away from the workshop to find RJ, one of Payback’s kids, looking guiltily up at you, holding an entire paper plate covered in Snowman sprinkles. The faint outline of a sugar cookie was visible under the blue-and-white pile, but not by much. 

Good thing it was only the ninetieth time this had happened today. 

“Happens all the time,” you said brightly, keeping your voice happy so the kid wouldn’t panic, and thinking of a diversionary topic. “Did you see Santa already?”

RJ nodded, willingly distracted. 

“He said he’d get me a Lego set!” he said, the slight lisp in his voice absolutely adorable. “A Lego set!” you repeated, folding the plate slightly so that you could pour the excess sprinkles into a dixie cup. “One of the Star Wars ones??”

“Yep!” RJ told you excitedly, his eyes widening, the sprinkles dilemma forgotten. “With an X-wing, so I can have a plane, like Daddy!” 

You finished pouring off the sprinkles, and turned the still-overly-sprinkled-but-now-recognizable-as-a-cookie plate back to RJ. He grinned up at you through a missing tooth and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

Payback might be nearly as bossy as Mav when you were up in the air, but he did have damn cute children. 

You were halfway through helping RJ with a sleigh-shaped cookie when the Christmas music they’d been cranking turned off with reverb, and someone cheerily announced over the loudspeaker that it was time for the festivities to draw to a close. Overhead lights turned on, dispelling the ambiance created by thousands of christmas lights, but you were halfway through the cookie, so you two kept working on it. 

What were they going to do? 

At some point, Reuben came over with a couple wrapped packages tucked under his arm, giving you a grateful look for keeping an eye on his son. 

The only warning you had was RJ’s reverent gasp and the widening of his eyes before you felt familiar hands on your waist and an unfamiliar beard scratching your neck. 

“Santa,” RJ breathed, and you tried to delicately step out of Javy’s grasp as he realized he couldn’t exactly greet his real-life girlfriend while there were still kids who believed in the magic of Santa within eyesight.

Javy cleared his throat and you pressed your lips together to hide a smile as you watched your boyfriend stand up straighter under the boy’s worshipful gaze.  

“RJ,” Javy said, his voice pitched lower than normal, to disguise it, and you noticed he was avoiding Reuben’s gaze pretty determinedly. “Doing some serious cookie decorating, I see?”

RJ nodded animatedly, holding up his plate to show “Santa” and nearly tipping both cookies off it in the process. Reuben dove for it, and you tried not to laugh, leaning lightly against Javy. You noticed absently that he must’ve taken the suit padding out, because you could feel his stomach through the red velvet.

Unfortunately, when RJ looked up from his plate, he noticed your lean, as well as Javy’s hand on your hip. He frowned, his small forehead wrinkling, and he tipped his head up at Javy. 

“That’s Coyote’s girlfriend,” he told Javy archly. 

“Uh,” Javy stalled, and you again found yourself fighting the urge to laugh, “yes. And…that’s why I want to steal her away for a moment. Coyote’s been a really good boy this year, and I want to talk about what kind of present he would want.”

RJ’s eyes narrowed, and he was about to say something else, before Reuben gave an exasperated sigh. 

“For God’s sake,” he muttered, reaching for RJ’s cookie plate, effectively poaching the boy’s attention. 

“Let’s show these cookies to your Ma, yeah, Junior?” he asked, before turning back to you and Javy. “And you two– behave.”

He spun on his heel, and RJ waved enthusiastically to you before following his father happily, and you turned to Javy, smiles breaking over both of your faces. 

“Not your most graceful, lieutenant,” you teased him, but Javy was already looking around the recreation center. 

With the overhead lights on, and the Christmas music off, it was rapidly emptying. Teams had already been tasked to come in tomorrow to clean it out, so for now everyone was clearing out, trying to get their kids home before the sugar crash set in, and Javy’s gloved hand found one of yours. 

“Come on,” he said quietly, in his normal voice, and you followed him instinctively when he tugged lightly on your grasp. 

You were surprised when he led you back over to Santa’s Workshop, and you ducked into the entryway. 

It wasn’t a large space, something constructed of red and green painted plywood pieces, barely big enough to accommodate Santa’s throne. The throne itself was a replica of the Iron Throne that Fanboy had paid a preposterous amount for, and had been convinced to donate to the greater good. He had then had to be led away from in agony, as Army Wives sanded down the pointy edges, and repainted the swords as candy canes.

“Nice digs, Santa,” you said wryly, your sentence ending on a squeak as Javy pulled you into his arms. 

Kissing him with the fake beard was funny, but his mouth was distracting enough that you soon forgot. 

You melted into him as you always did, your hands pressed against his broad chest. Javy’s strong arms banded around you as he kissed you hungrily, like he’d been waiting, like he’d been missing you. He tasted like peppermint, like the candy canes the “elves” (Natasha and Jake) had forced on him any time he started looking bored. 

When he pulled back, you were breathless, blinking up at him slowly. 

Javy smiled at you softly, his own chest rising and falling underneath your hands. He was so unbelievably handsome, always, but you loved his sweet smile. 

Especially how it looked from this close. 

“Hi,” you whispered, and Javy groaned, leaning down to kiss you again. 

His tongue swept into your mouth, and your knees almost buckled, causing you to cling to his shoulders. He was so strong, so big, and you knew he loved holding you, nearly as much as you treasured being held.  

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips, and you felt your skin heat. You were just wearing a festive sweater under a pinafore-style skirt, aiming for comfort and festivity over something that accentuated your figure.

“It’s just a–” you tried, but Javy made a disapproving sound and kissed you firmly, interrupting your rationalization. 

“Beautiful,” he insisted, after a moment, and you nodded dazedly. 

Javy hummed, approving, and he shifted to pull off his gloves. A moment later, you felt his index finger under your chin. He tilted your head up towards him, and his kiss turned gentle, indulgent. 

“I could feel you watching me, you know,” Javy murmured, between kisses. 

 You shivered when his thumb brushed over your jaw. 

“Hard not to,” you managed to say. 

Javy laughed, a low, warm sound, that you felt like a caress. 

“What is it, honey,” he teased, brushing light kisses up your cheek, and ducking his head to reach behind your ear, “the red velvet doing it for you?”

You let out a breathy gasp when you felt his teeth ghost over your earlobe. 

“‘Course not,” you mumbled, but it didn’t sound convincing. 

It actually wasn’t the red velvet. 

It wasn’t even how sweet he had been with the kids, which was pretty darn sweet. 

“What was it?” Javy asked, as he kissed down your neck. 

You shivered as his tongue and teeth teased you. When he reached the collar of your sweater, he nosed it aside, and sucked lightly at the space where your neck met your shoulder.

“The glasses,” you blurted. 

You felt him hesitate, and he pulled back, looking at you amusedly. 

“The glasses?” he echoed, and you tried not to squirm. 

“Well, and the beard,” you admitted. “Not the actual aesthetics, just, like, the idea of them…the idea of older you. Silver fox Javy, you know, graying and—”

With a whoosh, the overhead lighting in the recreation center shut off. 

You turned to look out the window, surprised to find that no one else was left in the recreation center. They had cleared out quickly and the large room was suddenly dark, except for the lights strung around the “roof” of Santa’s Workshop. 

When you looked back at Javy, his teeth gleamed as he smiled.

His hand trailed down his arm till it tangled with yours, and he pulled you deeper into the workshop. 

“Javy, we should go–” you started to protest, but you broke off when he sat on the throne. 

The twinkling lights cast a golden glow into the otherwise dark room, and even in the shadows, Javy looked so damn sexy. He shifted in the seat, his thighs spreading, and planted his boots on the ground. He still held your hand, and you really did feel like you were standing in front of a throne, a queen to his king.

“It’s just us, honey,” he said, his voice deep, and you were having a hard time coming up with a response. Not when he looked this good, not when he was looking at you like that, not when you could already see the outline of his hardening dick against the inside of his velvet suit. 

God, what a thought–velvet and Javy. 

Your mouth practically watered, and when Javy tugged lightly on your hand, you let him pull you. You stood between his spread legs, the throne tall enough that you barely had to bend down to kiss him. This kiss was impossibly slow, leisurely. 

Javy’s hands trailed down your body, settling under your ass as he pulled you closer to him. You whimpered as his touch pulled you flush against him, his body hard against you, and his fingers gripping the flesh of your ass. Your own hands ran over his chest, around the back of his neck, anchoring you to him.

His big hands kneaded your ass, and you whimpered against his mouth when he guided you slightly sideways, against where his dick rested on his thigh.  

You felt your kisses turn lazy as he overwhelmed you. 

His big hands, his strong thighs, his hot cock, his broad chest…you felt your knees weaken as the kiss deepened. 

Javy knew, and he pulled back, giving you space. His hand found yours again, and he led you from between his legs, before reaching under your skirt. 

His touch was slow, certain, as his fingers trailed up your thighs to your waistband, where he found the edge of your tights, and slid them down your legs. He went slowly, and you were grateful for it; your head was spinning and you didn’t feel like you could catch your breath. You watched as he pulled the tights down your thighs, prompting you to step out of your shoes first. 

“Here, honey,” he prompted, guiding you to balance on the thick toes of his boots, so you wouldn’t have to stand on the floor, before he peeled your tights off. 

That thoughtfulness, combined with the determined carefulness with which he undressed you, sent another wave of arousal for you, and you followed his instruction without thinking. 

His hands were back on your legs then, reaching under your skirt again, up and up, and you shivered when his hands ghosted over the front of your underwear. 

“Were you telling the truth?” he murmured, his voice low, and you pressed your lips together to trap a whine inside your throat. “Am I gonna find you worked up under here?” 

You weren’t sure until his fingers pressed between your thighs. 

And then you moaned, you couldn’t help it. Javy’s fingers pressed into your center over your panties, his touch collecting your arousal and you felt the drag of wetness between his finger, the thin fabric, and your skin. 

Javy hummed his approval, and his pleasure had you bowing into him. 

“Javy,” you whispered, not sure what you were asking for, but certain he would know. 

“C’mere, baby,” he said softly, pulling you into his lap, his hands not leaving your panties, but still keeping you covered by your skirt. He guided you over his thighs, your legs spreading to rest in his lap, and you immediately were obsessed with the feeling of velvet stretched over his strong thighs. 

You looked up at his expression, and you felt your heart flutter. 

Christ, he was so beautiful. 

His expression was one of intense focus, but the panes of his face were so gorgeous, all the more for the fondness between the both of you. 

You pressed yourself up to kiss him, knowing you’d stumble over finding the words to tell him. Javy’s lips were so soft, his mouth so gentle, and the hand that wasn’t under your skirt cupped the back of your neck. The tenderness in his touch coupled with the strength in his hands was a heady combination, and you melted into his arms again. 

After a couple long, sweet kisses, you felt his hands move against you. 

You broke away from his kiss, breath catching as Javy dragged a thick finger over your now soaking panties. 

“You’re so warm here,” Javy murmured, his voice almost reverent, and your hands splayed over the red coat, grasping whatever you could. The pressure of his hand and the deep timbre of his voice were enough to drive you mad, and he knew it. 

“You feel so good, honey, so inviting…” Javy continued, and he pushed your panties aside. 

You whimpered at the first brush of his fingers against your core, slickened by your arousal, and warm against your skin. Your fingers scrambled to undo the red coat, fumbling with the buttons until you had the jacket undone, and you could feel the familiar cotton of his white undershirt. 

It wasn’t enough, you needed his skin. 

“Off,” you mumbled, and Javy chuckled as you pulled weekly at the bottom of his undershirt. It took some maneuvering, but you got the jacket off, then the undershirt, and then decided the beard and hat – while they had their charm – needed to go as well. 

And then you were breathless for a whole other reason. 

“You look like a damn fireman calendar,” you told him, your voice somewhere between amused and chagrined at the perfection that was a shirtless Javy Machado in red velvet pants and thick black boots, reclining in a garish throne. You decided that indulging the fantasy couldn’t hurt, and you guided the suit jacket up over his shoulders again. You tipped your head to the side, regarding your amused boyfriend.  

“Some mom in New Jersey would lose her shit,” you told him honestly, and it probably should’ve made you jealous, but it made you just so damn thankful he was all yours. 

You watched Javy’s abs contract as he laughed, pulling you back to him, and you smiled as he kissed you. You loved that it was like this with him – playful and fun, as well as just so fucking hot. 

It only took a moment for the laughter to fade from your kiss, and Javy’s hand was back inside your panties a moment later. 

He pulled a finger through your folds and your head fell back at his tease. He gathered your arousal with his finger, pulling his hand back up to the top of your slit. He found your clit easily, a familiar path, and when he pressed firmly, your legs jolted. 

“You’re Coyote’s girl, aren’t you?” he said thickly, and you wondered if he was thinking back to what RJ had said, or if he just liked the thought of you being his. Either way, you nodded weakly, overwhelmed by the pattern he traced over your clit. 

Javy turned his head so he could kiss your neck again, his lips pressing into you, tongue teasing you in a motion that mirrored his fingers at your core. You leaned into him, loving his strength and his focus on you. His hand, his mouth, his broad chest, all had your head swimming, and building up a heat within you. 

Your hips were moving, rocking into him, and you felt empty, needy. 

“Answer the question, honey,” he murmured into your neck, and he pulled back his hand to readjust. 

“Yes, Javy,” you breathed, forming the words feeling like a gargantuan effort, “yours.”

“Damn right,” he said, and then a finger was pushing through your folds as his thumb traced over your clit. 

You moaned as he pushed into you, a steady intrusion and just what you wanted. You rocked your hips into his touch, seeking more, deeper, and Javy chuckled. 

“Easy, baby,” he said softly, and you shook your head. 

“Need you, Javy,” you protested. His finger was thick, brushing into you, but you knew it wasn’t enough, knew it wasn’t what you needed. He grunted, shifting again, and then another finger was between your legs. Javy’s hand on your hip angled your hips downward, and your mouth fell open when he lifted his palm so you could grind your clit against it. 

His fingers inside you were pressing deep, stretching you, and you welcomed the width of them as you ground into his palm. 

“Baby, fuck,” you panted, and you felt his hips jerk up into you. 

Which had the opposite effect than what he had intended. 

Because his fingers were good, and his hand was good, and everything felt so fucking good– but you knew what was between his legs. And his hand wasn’t enough. 

“You need to be fucked, don’t you, honey,” Javy asked hotly, his voice low in your ear. You nodded desperately, your hips working against his fingers eagerly. He’d fill you so good, fuck you so full, and you needed it, needed him. 

You were overheating in your sweater, nearly wild with wanting him so bad, but you were taking everything he’d give you, always would. 

“Please, baby,” you whispered, and it sounded like a whine. You felt his hips press up again, an unintentional response, and your hips worked faster. 

“‘s too fast, sweetheart,” Javy said, but it sounded like maybe he was trying to convince himself too. “You’re not ready…”

You moaned, your head dropping to his shoulder. 

You knew he was right, knew you had to be worked up to taking his cock, but you wanted to be full of him, wanted to feel like his, wanted him to push everything else out of your mind with his dick. 

“Please,” you whimpered, unafraid to beg, and you felt Javy’s breath catch. 

“Cum for me first, honey, come on,” he said determinedly, and you would’ve scowled at him for his stubbornness, but he was working your body so fucking well. 

His fingers were pressing deeper inside of you, searching for the spot that would tip you over the edge. He knew when he found it because your whole body seized, and he fucking cooed, pleased and proud. His fingers worked faster inside of you, his palm grinding back into your clit, and you felt your body hurtling towards completion in spite of yourself. 

You whimpered his name, and Javy soothed you, his other hand falling to your ass again. He pressed you into him, shushing you as you trembled, and it was too much, too fast. 

Your orgasm broke through you, heat crashing over you as your boyfriend rocked you in his lap. You were shaking, you were pretty sure you were babbling, as Javy worked you through your orgasm, his strong fingers pulling steadily inside of you. 

You shuddered as you came down, the world fading from technicolor to the dark light of the rec center, and the ringing in your ears quieted enough to hear Javy murmuring praise into your ear. 

“So beautiful, honey, always so beautiful when you come. Fuck, you did so good, coming on my hand like that, such a good girl for me, always so good…”

You were pressed into his chest, and you snuggled closer to his warmth, temporarily sated. You felt Javy shift his hand, pull your panties back down before sliding his hand out from under your skirt. A moment later, you felt his chest vibrate, and when you pulled back to look, his eyes were closed, head tilted back, his fingers between his lips.  

“So fucking sweet,” he said, almost to himself, licking your orgasm off his fingers. You felt your core clench at the sight of it, at the everything of him, and you tilted your head up to him, needing his kiss. 

Javy acquiesced, and you both moaned when his tongue swept into your mouth, sharing the taste of your release. It was so hot, everything he did was so hot, and impossibly, you needed him again. 

You reached down between you, your fingers skating over velvet until you found his cock. He was fully erect now, trapped against his thigh, and when your fingers coasted over him, Javy’s breath caught. 

You hummed when his hips pressed up into your touch. 

Even without your body moving to encourage him, his thighs pushed his dick towards your hand, and you loved the feeling of him. Even through the soft material, he was so hard, so thick, and you were desperate for him. 

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” Javy panted, and you loved it when he sounded like that, like he was barely clinging to sanity. 

“Don’t want to wait,” you trailed your hand up to his tip. You couldn’t feel the details of him through the suit, but you knew his cock, you knew where he was sensitive, and Javy groaned as you traced over him. He mumbled something into your sweater, but you couldn’t hear it. 

“Please, Javy,” you whispered, and he groaned again. 

His hands were on your waist, and they tightened when he pulled back. You were surprised by the truly forlorn look on his face when he looked up at you, and your hand paused, suddenly concerned. 

“I don’t have a condom,” Javy said dejectedly. “I’m sorry, honey, it felt pervy to put it in a pocket around all the kids and I–”

“We don’t need one.”

You didn’t mean to say it, but as soon as the words were out, you knew you meant them. You’d been exclusive for a couple months now, and you were tested regularly, and you trusted him. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted it– the more you needed it, the more you knew it was exactly what you needed.

Javy was so still underneath you. 

He was looking at you so closely, hope and caution warring in his expression. 

“Are you absolutely certain, honey?” he asked, and the way he was double checking was all the confirmation you needed. 

You leaned down to rest your forehead against his, loving the way his eyes followed you, even this close. You lowered your head to his, pulling back slightly when he reached up to kiss you. 

“100%,” you said against his lips, and Javy moaned, something deep in his chest, the hottest sound you’d heard. 

He surged up to kiss you, and you felt dizzy from the lingering taste of you on his tongue. When he pulled back, you were both breathless, just shy of giddy.   

“You want me to fuck you bare, sweetheart?” he asked, and his soft question made you shiver. 

“Please,” you managed, and Javy huffed something that might’ve been a laugh. 

“You’re gonna let me into that pussy raw?” he breathed, and you squirmed in his lap. You wanted him so badly, needed to feel him, just him. “Gonna let me fill you up, feel this cock press all the way into you?”

“Javy,” you moaned his name, fully wanton, unable to say anything else. 

Your hips were already rocking into him, craving the stretch of him. 

He seemed to understand, guiding you back to stand on his boots, while he shifted, sliding the suit pants down his thighs, along with his underwear. The red velvet pooled over his boots, brushing the tops of your feet, but you barely noticed. Instead, your eyes were trained between his thighs, where his dick was resting against his stomach. 

He had such a pretty cock. 

Long and heavy, curved slightly to the side, a plump head that felt absolutely unreal when it breached you. You were practically salivating for it, and you pressed your thighs together as you balanced on his boots. 

“Now you,” he prompted, and he helped you out of your sweater and skirt. A moment later, you felt Javy pull your panties off, now with no worry for the suit. 

He dropped the thin fabric to the ground and you stepped out of it, his fingers curled up to cup you. God, you loved how he touched you, so certain and steady, like him. You clutched his shoulder for balance, and Javy’s hand tightened over your pussy, pulling him to you by your pussy. 

You might as well have been on a leash. 

You could feel your legs trembling, you wanted him so bad. He guided you back onto his lap, your legs spread over his thighs again, but it was different now, because you could feel him. When you settled, your core brushed against his hot cock, and you both hissed out a breath. Desperation seemed to build between you, and Javy finally, finally let go of you, reaching down to hold his cock steady as you lowered yourself towards him. 

“Give me that pussy, baby,” he commanded, his voice low, and you wanted nothing more. 

When you felt the first press of his fat cockhead between your legs you felt like weeping. It was the smallest brush, but he was so thick, so broad, a promise. You held your breath as you lowered yourself down, a high-pitched moan working out of you when the head of him was fully inside you.  

“Ah, honey,” Javy breathed. 

It sounded like he was praying, and you understood, because it was just the tip of him, but already you were dizzy with how full you felt. 

You looked between the two of you, at the vision of his fat cock pressing into you and you moaned again. You looked so good together; it was amazing that he fit, that you could take him. You could feel his eyes on you, knew he was watching your face as you were watching where you were joined. 

“It’s so good, Javy,” you whispered, your fingers tightening on his shoulders. Your nails were probably leaving marks, not that either of you cared. 

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Javy said, his voice hoarse, “it’s so fucking good. How does my dick feel inside you, just me, so close to you?”

Your eyes closed and your jaw fell slack as pushed yourself farther onto him. The stretch neared on painful but nowhere near painful enough to make you stop. You felt him, like he said, you felt so close to him. It felt perfect, like you were made for this stretch.

“Halfway, baby,” Javy encouraged, and you practically choked at his words. 

Fuck, you thought you were farther along than that; it felt like you’d gotten farther along than that. 

But when you opened your eyes, there were still inches left of his cock, thick, searing length that you needed to fit inside of you. Javy’s hands rubbed encouraging circles on your back, and you realized your thighs were shaking. It felt like you were boiling, melting, but you knew you couldn’t stop, knew you needed to take all of him. 

Still, you couldn’t stop your whimper, “It’s too big, baby.”

Javy’s hips jerked up at your words, and his head fell back against the throne as he forced himself down, to be still. You both groaned at the ground that gave you, and Javy’s chest rose and fell rapidly. 

“You can do it, honey, you’re doing so good for me, so damn good,” he gritted, and you loved him so much. 

Loved that he was fighting for control but he still found breath to encourage you, soothe you, care for you. Your face felt wet, from sweat or tears, you couldn’t tell, but you made it the final few inches. 

When your shaking thighs met Javy’s legs, you both let out a trembling breath, and Javy wrapped his arms around you tightly. 

“Just stay here for a moment, sweetheart,” he whispered, and you lay your head on his shoulder, resting. 

You were so full. 

So sated, so absolutely content, like all you ever wanted to be was in this moment. You wanted to wrap this feeling up, remember it forever, this closeness. This perfection. 

Javy’s hands were still moving slowly up your back, his fingers pressing gently over you. You recognized he was breathing deeply, whether to help you monitor yours or because he needed to be controlled, you weren’t sure. 

You felt out of your body. 

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, but it was long enough for the stretch to ease and your body to adjust. As you accepted him, as you welcomed him, your head cleared slightly, and you became aware of the gnawing need at your core. 

You needed him to move. 

You shifted in his lap, just slightly, and Javy’s breath punched out of him, as you clenched around him. 

“Jesus, honey, warn a man,” he choked, and you smiled. 

“Can’t help it,” you said, honestly, “just feels too good.”

“You’re telling me,” he murmured, turning towards you. 

He kissed you slowly, languidly, his tongue pressing between your lips as he gently pushed his hips upward. You felt your limbs go lax; he wasn’t even pumping but he was so damn deep inside you. It felt like a caress, something gentle and sacred, and you rested on him. 

He pressed up again, and he broke the kiss, his warm breath coasting over your lips. 

“Feels fucking unreal, honey,” he whispered hoarsely. “You’re so tight, so wet. God, I can feel every inch of you like this, feels like heaven.”

You hummed your agreement, turning your head to kiss along his jaw. Your lips brushed over his jawline, your tongue tasting his sweat, kissing him lightly as he rocked slowly into you again. Time felt like molasses, seeping so slowly by, and everything was distilled to the press of his hips into yours, of his cock straining inside of you. 

You whispered his name, and his hands slipped from your back to your waist. 

“Need something, honey?” Javy asked, and you whined in response. 

He was slow and steady, unhurried, stoking that heat inside of you. It was perfect, it was killing you, you needed more.

“Do you think,” Javy’s voice was still breathless, but took on a teasing lilt, “you were naughty or nice this year?”

You swatted at him weakly, his chest already huffing as he laughed. 

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled, turning to a moan at another gentle rock.

“You know I’d know if you’d been bad or good,” he said, amusing himself even as you squirmed on his cock. “I’ve got a list.”

“I swear, Javy–” 

“Do you think you’ve been a good girl for Santa?”

God, he was such a dork, but he was also so hung, and you couldn’t handle both at once. But then Javy’s hands wrapped under your ass again. Before you could sigh in relief, he lifted you up, strong arms fully pulling you off his dick, and then thrusted up into you. 

You screamed. 

You couldn’t help it, you felt it so much, so deep, so fucking full of him, and Javy’s proud laugh turned to a groan as you clenched around his cock. He’d scrambled your brain with his dick, that was the only explanation, because you were moaning and you felt every limb shaking, and you needed him to do it again. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted someone to hear us,” he chastised you gently, and you whimpered at his words. 

You both knew no one was left in the rec center, probably not even the parking lot, but fuck if the idea of someone walking in on you fucking your boyfriend on this throne of his didn’t turn you on even more.  

Javy sighed, something awed. “Is that it, honey? You want someone to see you? Want someone to walk in on you milking this bare cock? Want someone to watch me shove it so deep into your pussy, see how badly you need it?”

He lifted you again before you could respond, his strong arms pulling you up and then bringing you back down into his lap, his cock thrusting deep into you. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only want more, need more. You felt something drip out of your mouth, realized belatedly you were literally drooling. 

Javy swore when he felt it, too, and his hips moved faster. He held you steady as he pushed up into you, slamming his hips up to meet yours. 

It was fast, it was rough, it was so, so deep, and you could only think that you needed him to keep going. 

Javy was grunting with each thrust of his hips, a gorgeous sound that had your mind racing. You could feel his balls slapping against your ass as he drove into you, so deep, and you scrambled for purchase, your hands clinging to the back of the throne, anything for leverage as he pumped into you. 

“I wouldn’t care,” Javy said, almost growled, and you felt your core clench tighter on him at that tone in his voice. “Fucking Simpson could break in now, honey, and I wouldn’t care, I couldn’t stop. You think anything could stop me now that I’ve felt this bare cunt around my cock? Nah, it’s too good, it’s so damn good. Fuck, honey, you feel—”

He broke off, and you felt his teeth bite into your shoulder, grounding himself as he drove into you. Vaguely you knew you were close, knew it in an abstract scientific way, because you could barely string two thoughts together, much less words. 

You could only cling to him, to your sweet, strong, Javy.  

“Riding me so good, baby,” Javy mumbled into your shoulder. “Being so good for me, honey, you’re always so good for me. My best girl, my beautiful, best girl. Sweetheart, I’m close, are you close?”

You nodded, or maybe you wailed, but you knew he could hear you, because his thrusts got more frantic. His thrusts were getting shorter, and you realized it was because he couldn’t reach as deep as he wanted, as fast as he wanted. Javy made a noise of frustration and his thighs flexed, then he was lifting you. 

Still impaled on his cock, he shifted you, turned you, and then your back was pressed against the cool surface of the throne. Javy was between your legs, then, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him back into you. 

“Please, baby,” you whimpered, and Javy groaned in response. 

“Anything, fuck, you know that, sweetheart, anything,” he whispered, and then he grabbed the throne. 

All you could do was take it. 

Lie in the space between his arms, between his legs, clinging to him as Javy gripped the throne for leverage and thrust into you. You were held firm as he thrust into you, the new angle causing his dick to brush against a spot inside you that had your toes curling. 

“Right there, Javy,” you cried, and you felt him press deeper, determined. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he panted, as his hips slammed into you. “God, you feel so good, I’ve got you… I know you feel good too, come for me, please..feels like fucking home in you, please honey, I need to feel you come–”

The throne was shaking with each of his thrusts and he pulled you even closer to him. Your body shook with each rutt of his hips, but as you molded to him, your clit brushed against the hard wall of muscle that was Javy. His cock hit that spot deep inside of you, your clit rubbed against his skin, and it was overwhelming, it was everything, it was enough. 

“Come with me,” you gasped, begged, feeling a blinding heat at the tips of your toes. Javy groaned, and you knew he wanted to protest, but as your body seized, you felt him tense with you.   

You cried out as you came, exhausted and overwriting and flying, but you felt it, felt him. Javy surged up to kiss you, his mouth locking on yours. You were too tired to kiss, too poised to respond, but so was he. And as you tipped over the edge, as you cried against his lips, Javy’s strong hips stilled, and you felt his chest heave as he pumped into you. Then you were warm, so warm, feeling his cum spill inside of you, feeling the world burn around you. It was everything, you and him, locked together and spiraling, shaking. 

You were so full. 

Javy collapsed against you, somehow finding the strength to push himself onto the throne beside you. You fidgeted, squirming until you were once again in his lap, panting and shaking, as Javy held you tight while your orgasms rolled over you. 

You were grateful for the Christmas lights. 

They were a gentle light, soft when you opened your eyes, illuminating Javy’s profile like a poem. Sweat slicked between both of your bodies, and you didn’t want to think about the state the suit was in. You could feel Javy’s heartbeat through his chest, a pounding rhythm, strong and steady as he was. 

You should get up. 

But you snuggled deeper into his chest, relieved by the deep breath you felt him draw. You both basked in the muted light, the warmth of each other's arms, and you decided the feeling was also the answer to Javy’s question– you’d been nice.

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Tagging some mutuals, some folks who asked for it, and general lovers of Javy: @daggerspare-standingby @blowmymbackout @teacupsandtopgun @mandylove1000 @callsign-fangirl @cheekymcgrath @goldenseresinretriever @mxgyver @laracrofted @coyotesamachado @wildbornsiren @bradshawsbitch @sebsxphia @roosterforme

[birdiescanfly]

Jake Seresin Deserves Nice Things Part II

I don’t really know how to connect posts, so imma just say again that this headcanon connects to the previous two posts I made about Jake.  You don’t necessarily need to read those to understand this, but they do play off each other. 

Anyway, back to Jake.  Right, so he’s so soft, a bit of a clean freak, and just like Bradley, he’s got a boat load of his own trauma. I’m thinking that after Bradley and Jake figure out their shit and get together, the softness is going to come out full force. It’s going to take a bit of work on Bradley’s part I think to make Jake feel like he can again trust him with that part of himself, but eventually, they make it there. 

The first time around in their relationship, Jake was trying really hard to keep it together, keep that part of himself tamped down, but as they are older and trying to be more open with each other, Jake is also trying to let down his own walls.  I also think that The Mission and Bradley almost losing his life has shaken Jake into ignoring his normal reservations.  So Jake is way more clingy than Bradley originally remembered. I think it starts small with Jake sidling up to Bradley and just letting their sides rest against each other, but that evolves to hands brushing and then resting his head on Bradley’s shoulder.

I think that at this point, Bradley is finally starting to catch on.  Their first relationship was fucked by them refusing to acknowledge anything about each other, so this time around, Bradley is trying, okay? He’s seen the way that Jake kept the rooster plushie for all these years, and even more than that, he sees the way that Jake leans into any and all affection and warmth.  Its like he’s a moth to a flame.  Anytime there is a fireplace nearby Jake is rushing to it and sighing in content as the heat encompasses his body.  Whenever given the chance, Jake is leaning into Bradley or absentmindedly playing with his hands when they are sitting next to each other.  The way that Jake hums happily when Bradley’s weight is pressed up against him is almost as telling as the wide eyed look of awe that graces his face whenever one of the daggers happen to high five him in excitement or grasp his shoulders in victory.  On rougher days, Bradley watches Jake casually stand at a distance from the group and even Bradley himself. He watches the way Jake wraps his own arms around his waist in a facsimile of an embrace and it sends a stabbing pain through Bradley’s chest. 

Bradley may not be good at a lot of things, talking and feelings being number one and two on the list. But, he thinks. This is something he can do. 

Suddenly, Jake is finding Bradley’s old college sweatshirts left behind in his things. Somehow they keep Bradley’s ever-present warmth and encompassing scent for days after finding them, and if Jake wears them around his apartment or after a long day at work, just letting himself sit in the safety of Bradley feeling so close, it’s not like his boyfriend will really mind.  He’s the one that left them behind, right? And maybe after a nightmare where Jake wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t good enough, to save Rooster and Mav from their untimely end, maybe, just maybe Jake pulls out one of the most worn sweatshirts that Bradley left behind. It’s the one that has holes around the wrists and faded text on the front. And maybe, just maybe, Jake tucks his nose into the fabric and lets the soft cloth soothe his nerves. No one but him will ever know, so it’s fine.

Then suddenly Jake is finding out that Bradley adores taking long hot showers together. (It shocks him that it’s not only for great shower sex. It turns out that Bradley just really likes to stand under the heat of the water with Jake, doing nothing but running his fingertips through Jakes short strands of hair).  If Jake basks a little in the hot water pounding against his sore muscles, and even more in the gentle caresses of his boyfriend’s fingers on the sensitive skin at the base of his skull, isn’t that just a happy coincidence?  

Then suddenly Jake is being gifted large blankets because Bradley wants to have something comfy for the couch whenever they have a movie night.  And if on those movie nights, Bradley, (despite running so hot he’s almost always a little sweaty) swaths both he and Jake is the fluffy blankets until he cannot even see Jake’s body and only his messy blonde hair peeking out the top of them, well, if that’s what Bradley thinks is necessary for a good movie night than who is Jake to argue? (Moreover, if Jake uses the big comfy blankets when Bradley isn’t even there, well, its fine. It’s what they are meant for anyway, right?)

Then suddenly Jake is being swept away to a nice coffee shop with the pretty garden landscapes and the silly comfy couches he’d always dreamed of when imagining his future when he was young. Apparently, Bradley has a new interest in trying out new places and having new experiences, because, “Almost dying puts everything into perspective,” but Jake is suspicious nonetheless. He knows his man okay? Bradley loves nothing more than predictability. He’d drank the same black coffee from the same old ass machine in his kitchen every day since Jake had met him, but Jake stands no chance against Bradley’s sleepy morning eyes.  The place they end up is picturesque and Jake absolutely knows that everything is going to be overpriced.  Just as guilt starts licking up his spine at the thought of spending so much so unnecessarily, Bradley is pinching him in the side and order a fancy ass iced matcha latte with strawberry puree poured on top. It’s over the top and silly, but Bradley is humming to the tune of whatever weird coffee shop cover is playing in the background, and Jake cannot think of anything, not even his own worth, when Bradley looks so content. He wants to freeze the moment or crawl inside his boyfriend and stay as close to him as possible forever. He resigns himself placing his icy hands up under Bradley’s shirt and watching the naval pilot squeal and squirm to escape Jake’s touch. And if he’s too busy laughing to notice as Bradley hands over the money for their coffees, well its just convenient timing, right?

Eventually, Bradley repeatedly, almost absentmindedly, starts wrapping around Jake from behind when in public.  It’s almost pavlovian, the way that Jake starts to crave Bradley’s warm hands in his body. And Bradley always, always is there to give them to him. Jake suddenly starts to feel itchy, starts to feel his ribs ache, just begins to tighten his own arms around his chest, and then, oh so gently, as if Bradley were just sliding into place like a puzzle piece, he’s wrapping around him from behind. Strong arms and even stronger chest carrying Jake’s weight as if he were made to do it.  And if Jake leans back into the embrace more than actually necessary, if Jake allows himself to be entirely encompassed by Bradley and his warmth?  Well, Bradley just holds him tighter.  

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

Flufftober 2024 - Day 2: Fireplace

Somewhen in the future, Bradley and Jake are happily married. Their twin girls are sometimes true menaces (and really nobody blames Mav for that, why would you think so?) but usually they are just adorable 5-year-olds who love their dads and grandpas endlessly. So it's no surprise that they are over the moon when Bradley tells them that all of them will spend more than just Christmas with their grandpas.

What Bradley had been hinting at is a vacation in the mountains, all six of them spending a week in a cozy wooden cabin. Bradley and Jake go skiing, the girls have a hell lot of fun building snowmen, more often than not Mav and Ice are dragged into snowball fights with them (again, totally not Mav's idea and no, Ice really doesn't get overly competitive, who'd say that?) and if not, Ice has a good time finally reading the books he's always wanted to but never had the time for while Mav keeps the girls occupied otherwise.

One day, after a particularly serious snowball fight, they are all soaked to the bones and freezing. So while Ice gets the girls and himself into dry and cozy clothes, Mav lights the fireplace and prepares hot chocolates for the four of them.

Hours later, Jake and Bradley come back from their day of skiing only to find their girls snuggled up to their grandpas in front of the fireplace, all of them fast asleep. It's a wild knot of limbs and blankets and pillows but they all seem happy. With smiles on their faces, Bradley and Jake watch them for a moment before carefully throwing another few logs of wood into the fire and cuddling up on the couch themselves, enjoying a rare moment of peaceful togetherness, just the two of them.

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Flufftober challenge by @thepenultimateword

[oathkeeperoxas]

TOP GUN / Icemav fic recs part 6

Hello there! I am back with more icemav fic recs

Rec list 1 here

Rec list 2 here

Rec list 3 here

Rec list 4 here

Rec list 5 here

after chasing sunsets by @keroujack

Ice wasn’t totally sure whose idea it was. The party down at the beach to celebrate the last term of 1989. The way he figured, it didn’t really matter. Whose idea it was. All that mattered was that he got an invite. A quick, “Hey, Ice. Bonfire down at the beach later. BYOB,” while Dodger and Cobra passed him in the hall on a Friday morning in mid-November and an easy “You going to the party later?” while Mav was between sharp bites of an apple during lunch that same afternoon.

This is so soft and good, I love it when characters share clothes and what it reveals about them in the sharing - and this fic did not disappoint!

where the sea meets the sand by @gohoubi

Maverick and Iceman spend a summer's day on a private beach.

This fic is so sweet and good, I love the flirting and cuddling and how very, very fond of each other Mav and Ice are here 🥺

Hazard Pay by @icemankazansky

Maverick has a stressful day coming up at work, and Ice helps him deal with his nerves.

One of the icemav fics of all time!! Mav tying Ice up is just soooo very good, and the author does it so well here

green eyes, red face by ironicpanicattack

The next day, when Mav wakes up sweaty, with his stomach panging and his emotions on an absolute hair-trigger, he figures he has to get it out of the way. “I’m not nice,” he says, curled up around Ice like a limpet. “When I get into it.” “You’re not nice the rest of the time, either,” Ice says, teasing. “You’re so funny, Kazansky,” Mav says. “A real comedian.” - Or: the first time that Mav shares his heat with Ice.

This is the only omega!Mav fic that I've ever read that has felt in character to me, so sharing to spread the love 💖

I'll pull you up and push you right by @icemav86

“Hey, Ice?” He looks over as he gets Ice’s attention and asks quietly, “It’s ok for me to hear you. In bed. You know that, right?” Or, Maverick sets out to help Ice find his voice.

I did cry, good reader, I did cry. Mav's patience and understanding and how they work together to find a way to move forward in a way that suits them both... I am emotional about it.

Blackberry Pie by @topgunreacts

After the Layton, Maverick returned to TOPGUN. Two weeks later, so did Ice.

I very much adore how Ice and Mav met each other half way in this. The pie!!! Having big feelings about it. Love that for them.

You've Got A Face With A View by @brendaonao3

"Just let me do this, alright." Mav's gaze softened, but he stayed wrapped firmly around Ice's body. "See yourself through my eyes, and let me objectify my hot ass husband." (Or: Mav shows Ice how much he loves Ice's body just the way it is)

Mav is sipping his loving Ice juice, and it is FULLY on display here. Established and older icemav are such a fav for me, and this delivered with the weight of all that history between them!

it's just you and me now by silas705

Ice takes Maverick for a flight

I really enjoyed all the plane facts throughout this - it's obvious that the author really is a pilot. It really adds to the story and characters super nicely!

Mr. Blue Sky by omnidirectional

Tragedy first brings Iceman into Bradley’s life, but he quickly becomes the steadiest presence of the boy’s childhood… until a betrayal tears their small family apart. After years of silence, can Bradley find the words to make up for lost time? Five times Ice sings to Bradley, and the one time Bradley sings to Ice.

A phenomenal read that I would truly recommend to anyone interested in Ice and Bradley's relationship, as it's the true star of the show here. It also has a sequel which I equally recommend.

[themorriganwitch]

Top Gun: Maverick Kink Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons for 5 kinks 5 particular Daggers have

Words: 1k 

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw, Natasha Trace, Jake Seresin, Bob Floyd, Pete Mitchell, also includes some IceMav

A/N: Includes NSFW Content, 18+ only MDNI!!, English is not my first language, so there will be mistakes. 

Masterlist 

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Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw 

-   Choke kink – on the few occasions where he let you take the lead and let you bounce on top of him, he wants nothing more than your tiny fingers wrapped around his throat. And when you squeeze him just right – he could come in that exact moment.

-       Daddy Kink – I don’t know why, maybe it’s just the vibe he gives or maybe it’s me wanting to call him Daddy, he definitely has one. Amen.

-       Overstimulation – God, how he loves seeing you completely messed up, tears straining your cheeks after he gave it to you so good again and again and again.

-       Impact Play – How he loves watching your ass jiggle, your flesh red and hot from where he put his hands.

-       Breeding Kink – Nothing he would ever think about during his frat boy years but after finding his soulmate he cannot imagine something sweeter that seeing you pregnant with his child.

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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

-  Breeding kink – that man wants to see your belly round and your tits swollen. Could be the southern boy from a huge family in him or just him in general. No matter what – that man wants to see you pregnant with his child.

-       Cockwarming ��� Jake being the touchiest human on planet earth loves nothing more than feeling your walls hugging him perfectly close, especially after coming right back from a long deployment.

-       Edging – He’s a teasing piece of shit. Nothing gets him more going than hearing you beg for his cock.

-       Exhibitionism – slipping his hand between your thighs while sitting at dinner with Rooster and his girlfriend knowing only, he can feel the wet patch on your panties even though you are in a room full of people, that’s probably the best dinner he ever had.

-       Brat Taming – Mouth ‘Make me’ at him, after he admonished you several times for you teasing him on a navy ball and will fully loose his shit as soon as you come home.

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Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell  (Most of these involve IceMav)

- Rank Kink – oh how Mav adores when you call him Captain. But he adores it way much more calling Ice by his rank when the admiral rewards him for not annoying the shit out of Cyclone.

-       Spit Kink- That man likes to get messy in the sheets, add some dominance vibes to it and he is a happy man.

-       Threesomes – Not with everyone of course but he would lie if says that he never thought about you, Ice and him getting messy in the sheets.

-       Switch: With everyone but Ice, Mav is probably the dominant part. But as soon as him and Ice are alone, he fully submits to his Admiral, knowing he would never regret it.

-   Brat Taming: Ice taming Mav after he spend another day driving Cyclone and the whole Navy insane – it’s not a headcanon but universal.

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Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd 

- Dom / Sub dynamic – being always underestimated by his co-workers and superiors Bob loves nothing more to come home after a rough day and reward someone for doing exactly what he tells them to do. And he will always take such good care of you.

-       Bondage: he might look innocent with his birth control glasses and everything, but he goes absolutely feral seeing you tied up and helpless (fully consensual of course) in front of him

-       Voyeurism – you, laying spread wide open on your shared king size bed while he sits on a chair across the room, watching you touch yourself and moaning his name – that’s how images heaven

-       Brat Taming – Polite and kind bobby loves nothing more than showing his brat of a girlfriend how to behave correctly when escorting him to a navy ball.

-       Aftercare – it’s not really a kink but since our beloved backseater is someone (honestly unsurprising) who likes it wild in the sheets, he knows how important it is to take good care of you after you’re done. He always has some water and snacks stock in his drawer next to the bed and he always cleans you up softly before he cuddles you until you fall asleep in his arms.  

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Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace

-  Choke Kink – the thought of you pressed under her, her hands lightly squeezing your throat while she rides you with her favorite strap on – that’s what helps her to keep going through a tough workday.

- Rank Kink – kinda similar to Bobs Dom/Sub thing – being one of the few female aviators who graduated top gun Nat had always to keep up with her co-workers not taking her serious and making fun of her (*Cough*Hangman) she absolutely goes feral if you call her “Lieutenant”, while she serves you.

-   Edging – She’s incredibly similar to Jake when it comes to this (not that this is something she would like to hear)

-       Sensory Deprivation – After a long day of flying and always being ultra-focused on watching the environment up in the air, Nat highly appreciates to be blindfolded and just let her other senses work while you make her feel good.

-       Switch: Phoenix is a classic Switch – on somedays when she had to boss new Top Gun students around, she needs to submit to you and fully let go of all the responsibility. While on other days after being screamed at by her superiors she needs to feel a sense of control.

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Additional Headcanon for Phoenix and Hangman: Both probably would never really consider having a threesome unless it is with each other and a third person. And the whole thing would evolve from the competition who can make the third person come the most.

(Probably going to work on this for an upcoming One-shot now)

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Hope you enjoyed this, comments and prompt ideas are always highly appreciated 

[sassenach082]

kind of a weird thing but i like how you acknowledge mav's height. one thing i found goddamn hilarious abt original sauce top gun is how much they tried to make us believe that tom cruise and val kilmer are the same height lol cmon. like height difference w icemav is truly chefs kiss (and i think underutilized as hell) and i love when u touch on it like w that first locker room steamy makeout when mav has to pull ice down to kiss him but then ice just picks him up so they're on the same level etc etc. i just adore it.

Listen their height difference is SO HOT to me. So, so hot to me. Tom likes to move him around because he can, and Pete finds it extremely hot that Tom can hold him up and have his way with him, shall we say. Lol. On the other hand though, Tom gets upset later on in the series more than once and will fold himself down to be smaller so Pete can hold him AND I JUST- 🥹

Also, when Pete goes nuclear and comes the fuck at you I think it's terrifying because he's short and therefore closer to hell, or so the saying goes

In the new TG it amuses me they try to make us believe that Jake and Bradley are the same height. Like. Jake. Babygirl. You are NOT taller than Bradley Bradshaw lol

[trulybetty]

oct' 26 x campfire

Prompt: campfire Pairing: maverick!frankie x gn!reader (A/N: maverick is written as female in the main one-shots, but here I left it neutral) Word Count: 532 Warnings: a little bit of fluff, maybe some spice? mentions of alcohol - do I have to remind everyone that barely an edit took place? mistakes are my own Summary: outdoors & campfires with frankie

x. masterlist

There weren’t many people, if any, you’d go camping for.

You weren't necessarily against the idea, but you didn't quite understand the appeal. Why would you go out and spend the day conquering trails and peaks if you weren't going to head home afterwards to a hot shower, comfy bedding, and a glass of wine?

However, for Frankie, you made an exception.

He adored the outdoors, thrived in it even. The quiet of being away from the city, away from people seemed to bring him some peace, and for that, for Frankie, you'd suffer whatever consequence came from sleeping on an air mattress and bathing in freezing water.

You took a sip of the white wine Frankie had surprised you with, he'd buried at the bottom of the cooler under a bag of ice. His compensation for throwing a last minute request for you both to go camping that weekend instead of the lazy weekend at home you'd been looking forward to all week.

However work had been hard for him, between studying and the demands of the new job he'd taken on. It was still a struggle to find a balance between the two and make time for your relationship. Too many nights already you'd had to pry his book from his hands as you gently woke him and led him reluctantly to your bed.

The crackle of the campfire was the only sound that filled the air as the two of you sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth radiating from the flames. You snuggled closer to Frankie, feeling his arm wrap around your shoulder, drawing you near. You rested your head on his shoulder and you felt him press a kiss atop your head.

As the night grew darker, the stars began to twinkle against the black canvas of the sky.

You tilted your head up, meeting his gaze. A wordless moment was exchanged between you both. So many years together meant that not much needed to be said between the two of you at times.

He leaned in to kiss you. The taste of the wine he'd drunk from your glass on his lips mixed with the smoky flavour of the campfire, making your heart race.

Frankie always had a way of making your heart race.

You shifted so to wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, savouring the feel of his lips on yours.

“Love you.” you whispered, as if you weren't the only two people out there for miles.

He pulled you tight against his chest again, you could hear his heartbeat against your ear, a gentle calming pulse that matched the rhythm of your own.

“I love you too Mav,” he murmured, tracing his fingers along the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he placed a kiss at your forehead this time.

The muggy days of summer had slowly come to an end, and the crisp air of autumn was starting to move in. You both knew that changes were on the way, but for now you were content to stay rooted in this moment, hold on to Frankie a little longer.

You could worry about the rest later.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

In Plain Sight (Part 1)

Summary: The reader comes home from a disappointing night out to discover her dad’s co-star sat in her dining room...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader (with lots of daughter!reader x OMC)

Word Count: 3,100ish

Warnings: language, aggressive flirting

A/N: If you’re looking for a visual for Crew, you can think of Drake Rodger as he’s pretty damn close to how he’s described. Have fun with this one y’all ;)

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You weren’t entirely surprised to find the house wasn’t in total darkness when you arrived home close to midnight. Your parents were night owls and ever since you were old enough to stay up late, they’d always entertain into the early morning. You smirked as you recalled the time you found them asleep on the patio furniture, only to find out their guests had left long ago because frankly, sometimes they would block out the whole world for each other.

It was kind of romantically adorable in a way.

Which was exactly why you’d moved home from Atlanta two months ago. You wanted romantically adorable. Someone you stared at like the sun shined out of their ass because they made you feel like life didn’t exist before them. You’d been young but you remembered the exact moment dad met your mom. He liked to say that no, it wasn’t love at first sight, but you remembered.

The man was in love with her in less than a week and you were incredibly grateful for it. Not that you’d ever had any problems with having a single dad but watching him fall in love? Watching mom fall in love back?

God, no wonder you had too high expectations of men.

“Honey bun, you just getting home?” you heard your dad call softly. Your sisters and brothers rooms were on the far side of the house, no chance of him waking them but he had that laziness to his voice. A little buzzed but still the ever concerned father.

“Yes. I thought when I moved back home you guys agreed you’d respect my privacy cause I’m, you know, twenty five, and-”

Hot damn.

When you turned the corner into the dining room, sat at the far end of the table near your dad was the single greatest looking male specimen in existence. The short, fluffy dark hair. The strong jawline and kind brown eyes. And his fucking shoulders. God, his biceps were testing the strength of his shirt and then some.

The too attractive for his own good man took a sip from his glass of whiskey and looked you up and down, smiling for the briefest of moments. 

“Y/N,” said your mom, hopefully mistaking your awe struckness as embarrassment. God you prayed they thought you were embarrassed. You should have been. Any longer and you were about to start drooling over this man. “Dad promises not to bring it up again. Crew, this is our eldest, Y/N. Y/N this is Crew Foxe. He’s playing dad’s son in the show they-”

“You’re Mav Axelwood? You?” Your eyes were wide as your dad chuckled, Crew sitting there, taking another sip as he kept his brown eyes locked on you, a hint of something in them that made you want to melt into a puddle. A very happy puddle.

“You can tell my kids are such big fans of mine that they haven’t even seen an episode of a show that’s in it’s second season,” said Jensen. You swallowed when Crew pulled his gaze away.

“Excuse me but I was…getting around to it,” you said. You crossed your arms, raising your chin. “I’m just surprised that you clearly have a man playing what’s supposed to be a teenager.”

“I’m twenty six playing a nineteen year old. It’s pretty common,” said Crew.

“I know that. Obviously,” you said. He cocked his head, smirking a little. 

Oh god. You felt that look in your bones, felt it go straight through your veins, to your core. He was licking his lips as he leaned forward.

“Then why would you be surprised? You know, if it’s so obvious,” he said, voice thick and heavy. Was the room always this hot? You were sweating. You were sweating so fucking much.

Why the fuck was he turning you on so much? In front of your fucking parents of all people?

“Oh well, maybe cause Mav is supposed to be a very intelligent character. I’d think they’d want someone that looks less like a jock. No offense.” 

Crew angled himself away from your parents, giving you the biggest, oh, it’s so on, look you’d ever seen in your life.

“None taken,” he said, standing with a stretch. “It’s getting late, guys. I should head out. Thank you so much for dinner, Danneel. It was amazing and Jay, you have got to send me the name of that whiskey.”

“I think your bank account will regret that,” he said with a smile, giving his co-star a quick hug good night, your mom giving him one as well. “Let me know if you need any help with unpacking or finding stuff in Austin. I know the show moving shooting location was a last minute deal.”

“Yeah but I’m excited to be here after all the cool stuff you’ve said about it. Plus now I get to hang out with Dee in person all the time,” he said, Dannel throwing her arm over his shoulders as you watched on with raised eyebrows.

“I expect to see your ass over here a lot, Foxe.”

“Of course I will. My apartment doesn’t have a pool,” he teased. Your dad rolled his eyes, slapping him on the back.

“You good to drive? We can get you a ride or you can crash in the guest room if you need to,” said your mom.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he said. “Night Dee. Jay.”

“Night Crew,” they said, Crew slipping around the table, pausing near you.

“Y/N, would you mind walking me out?” he asked, waiting only a beat before walking ahead. You caught up with him at the front door, slipping into your sneakers, walking behind him up the driveway, into the darkness, away from the light of the porch. 

“Listen, about the jock crack-” He cocked his head again, a dangerous smile on his face. “What?”

“Oh so you weren’t eye fucking me in there? Cause it sure as hell looked like if your parents weren’t there you’d be sitting in my lap right now.”

“That’s presumptuous of you,” you said, crossing your arms.

“You do that a lot when you’re nervous I bet,” he said, nodding down at your chest. “If you want to fuck, just come out and say it like a big girl.”

“You’re the last person on earth I’d fuck.”

“That’s too bad. Cause you are the most attractive woman on the fucking planet and I want to know everything about you and then some.” Your jaw dropped slightly, Crew smirking as he stepped closer, leaning in, leaving his mouth a few inches from yours. “Tell me to fuck off and I will. But if you don’t, I’ll take that as an invitation.”

“Invitation to what?” you breathed out, Crew stepping closer, a ghost of air falling over your earlobe as he leaned in even closer.

“To chase you. Because if I do, I’m going to catch you. It’s not a matter of if, but when.” You were breathing hard, Crew using his height, over six feet, and his muscular body to back you up against the cold metal of his car. “Tell me.”

What the fuck was happening? An incredibly hot man was suddenly looking at you like you were a meal to devour and yet, despite your racing heart, he was telling you he’d back off if you told him to? The fuck?

“You know little red riding hood?” he murmured. You nodded once, Crew chuckling. “Which one of us do you think is the wolf?”

“The wolf was a bad guy.”

“Even bad wolves can be good.” He straightened himself up and kissed your temple, pleasant shivers running down your spine. “Now tell me to fuck off or tell me goodnight.”

“Goodnight…little red riding hood,” you said, slipping around him with a smirk, proud of yourself for pulling away. He chuckled, opening his car door.

“Aw. That’s adorable you think you’re the wolf,” he said, hopping into his seat. “Goodnight. Honey bun.”

“Ugh! Don’t call me that!” He laughed, reaching into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “What now?”

“Your number?” he asked, licking his lips, looking up through hooded eyelashes. You put a hand on the door, leaning in to face him. For a split second he looked nervous. 

Good.

“Crew, Crew, Crew. You’re chasing me, remember? You’re going to have to work harder than that for my number.” You swung the door shut, swallowing when his large hand stopped it in it’s tracks.

“Whatever you say. Honey bun.” He grinned as you huffed and took off back towards the house. You couldn’t even get there before your phone vibrated.

You’re adorable when you storm off. You can thank your dad for giving me your number last week. You know, for emergencies. Of which making sure you have my number clearly is one. Honey bun.

You threw up your hands and flipped him off, inside by the time you saw his headlights turn on.

“Hey, what was Crew up to?” asked your dad. You took off your shoes as you watched them bring in glasses to the kitchen. “Oh was he asking if you guys could hang out? He’s such a nice kid but he’s a bit of an introvert. I don’t think he knows anyone his age in town.”

“Y/N would love to hang out with him I’m sure,” said your mom. She gave you a side eye and you swallowed.

Oh fuck. She’d seen the look you and Crew were giving each other.

“Yeah. I’ll uh, see you guys in the morning.” You quickly jogged upstairs and over to your old room, grateful it had some privacy from your younger siblings part of the house. Not two minutes later were you exiting your bathroom in your pajamas when she knocked softly at your door before opening it. “What’s up?”

She shut the door gently behind herself, offering you a smirk.

“A word of advice,” she said, keeping her voice low. “I too once was a young woman who looked at a young actor like she wanted to devour him six ways from Sunday.”

“Mom I-”

“Crew is a very nice young man. But if you two are going to end up doing what I think you are-”

“Mom, I’m not going to have-”

“You need to tell him about Anthony.” You opened your mouth, snapping it shut a few times.

“She told you. JJ.” 

“Your fault for confiding in a ten year old. She told me and I told your father.” You crossed your arms, dragging your toes over the carpet. “We’ve known since you were driving back from Atlanta.”

“And you never brought it up? Until now for some random reason?” you said, trying to avoid this conversation at all costs. 

“We hoped you would but we’re also respecting your privacy. Getting cheated on…I know you thought he was the one but-”

“I knew he wasn’t,” you said, closing your eyes. “I thought he was a safe option. It was…conditional love. But the guy you end up with, it should be unconditional right? Like your family?” She smiled, walking over, hugging you tight. “Why should I tell Crew about Anthony? In a hypothetical situation where maybe what you’re inferring could potentially happen.”

“Because you’ve always been so careful with your heart. When your only boyfriend, when your fiance, cheats? I know he left scars, one’s we can’t fix. But a boy like Crew, hypothetically speaking of course, he might help them heal. But he can’t do that if he doesn’t know they exist,” she said.

You shook your head and leaned back. “Wait, are you telling me to hookup with Crew? Crew Foxe, your and dad’s friend?”

“I’m saying you haven’t smiled in a long time and you couldn’t wipe one off your face around that boy. I’d much rather see you with a guy like that then fucking Anthony.”

“I thought you liked Anthony,” you said. She grimaced and shook her face.

“We loathed that boy. But you don’t tell your child that. You just smile and nod and talk about him behind his back.” You laughed again, feeling her kiss your forehead. “But dad might think differently about you and Crew than I so if you two do act on whatever was going on in that dining room, make sure it’s a solid thing before you go telling him.”

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. “Mom?”

“Yeah?” she asked.

“I appreciate what you’re saying but if something does or doesn’t happen with Crew, I’m not going to tell you about it. I won’t make you keep a secret from dad. Not unless it was something…I don’t know what I felt but just don’t worry about it, okay? I’m not even sure I want to be with anyone right now, you know?”

“I respect that,” she said. “But I can read you just like your father. Fair warning.”

You groaned, getting a kiss on the temple before she left you to yourself. 

Were you and Crew that obvious? Or was it just sexual tension and that’s what she’d seen? What you’d felt? 

You sighed and lay down, trying to ignore how for the first time in months, you couldn’t give a rat’s ass that you’d been cheated on. 

All because of Crew fucking Foxe.

“Good morning, Y/N.” You jumped when you walked into the kitchen, staring with half-open eyes at were Crew was sat at your kitchen counter.

Drinking coffee from you favorite mug.

In your damn spot.

“Cute pajamas,” he said, smirking behind your dad’s back while he made himself a cup of coffee.

“Don’t you have your own home,” you grumbled, grateful your dad was handing you his cup of coffee. “I love you.”

“She’s not a morning person,” chuckled Jensen, ruffling your messy hair as you took a long sip. “Don’t take offense to anything she says before eight am, Crew. She used to growl at me when I’d get her up in high school.”

“You barely had to wake me up. You were off playing plaid man.”

“You love plaid man,” he said. You did, letting out a small smile when you took another sip. “Surprised she hasn’t bitten your head off yet for sitting in her spot.”

“I can be nice in the morning,” you mumbled, sitting up on top of the island where they had a set of scripts out. 

“And I have a chance of winning the lottery,” said your dad, taking his usual spot. He glanced your direction, shaking his head. “Why are you up so early? Wasn’t part of the owning your own business thing so you could sleep in?”

“I thought we were going fishing,” you said, jutting out your lip. His face fell and you grinned, getting whacked in the leg with his script.

“Demon child. That’s next weekend,” he said, nodding to Crew. “I told you. This one before eight in the morning? She’s like a little raptor. Tear you apart.”

“So why are you up so early then?” asked Crew.

“Why are you in my spot drinking from my mug doing work in my spot on a Sunday morning?” you asked, plastering on a cheery smile.

“You said in my spot twice.”

“Oh good, you picked up on that,” you said, narrowing your eyes. Crew only smiled, leaning forward in his seat.

“Jensen invited me over to work on this scene I’m nervous about it. I didn’t want to cut into his family time so last night I offered to come over early, before you guys were awake which, again, why is the not morning person up at seventy forty on a Sunday?”

He angled himself away from Jensen, a brilliant smile on his face that made your heart race and your legs clamp tight together.

Oh this fucker.

“Maybe it was someone’s loud ass car,” you said, turning your head to your dad who was suddenly very interested in his seat. “What did I tell you about Baby?”

“I only revved her a little! Crew wanted to see her,” he said as Crew put a hand over his heart.

“You’d throw me under the bus like that, Ackles?”

“I’ll drive right over you with the bus,” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes, your dad patting the top of your foot. “Sorry I woke you up, honey bun.”

Crew grinned wide and it took all of your willpower to not smack him upside the head. “It’s fine. I have shots I can get a headstart on editing for the week.”

“Oh that reminds me,” said Crew, a way too happy smirk on his face. “I’ve heard so much about your photography business Y/N. I’d love if you could do some new headshots for me like you did for your dad.”

You wanted to tell pretty boy to get his own damn headshots but business was business. 

“Sure. But my schedule is pretty packed so it’ll probably be a while,” you said with a casual shrug, sipping on your dad’s coffee. He raised an eyebrow out of the corner of your eye.

“Wasn’t the point of you forming your own business so you could make your own hours? You could sneak Crew in sometime this week I’m sure,” he said.

“There’d be an expediency fee,” you said, staring down Crew, a smile still on his face. “A big one.”

“She’ll be giving you the friends and family discount,” he said, giving you a look. You slid his cup back to him and lifted your chin.

“Hm. I recall when I opened my business you gave me some tips about not being a pushover.” 

“Y/N’s right, Jensen,” said Crew before your dad could his mouth again. He turned in his seat, your seat dammit, shrugging to himself. “It’s only fair I pay for the service your daughter is providing and if that means paying more to get in early, of course I will.”

You forced a smile when your dad sighed and picked up his script again. “Fine. Just don’t up charge him too much.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, dad,” you said. You hopped off the counter, picking up a muffin from nearby and taking a bite. “Mm. You got banana this time.”

“Crew offered to bring some by,” he said, nodding back towards the hallway. You got the message. He needed some quiet to work. “Don’t work too hard.”

“You either,” you said, ruffling his hair as you left the kitchen. “Thanks for the muffin, Foxe.”

“Anytime, Y/N. I’ll text you about that headshot.”

“I’m sure you will, Crew.”

_______

A/N: Read Part 2 here!

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Lil' headcanon of mine, Ron is fluent in several different languages (sure, Tom is too, as compacflt he has to, but there had been cases when Ron had to stop him before he accidentally said the wrong thing. In good faith, but still wrong, Tom please you've almost insulted that Chinese commander holy fuck please shut up). Chris is very much surprised when he hears him teaching baby Jake. He's surprised when he hears Tom and Ron switch languages. (Mav is confused too.) Now they both stare at their boyfriends and one son speaks different languages. (Bradley finds out during that faithful mission. He's not entirely sure of what it does to him... well, it does something indeed!)

Oh my god Aki you’re brilliant. (I don’t speak anything besides English and some American Sign Language sooo there won’t be any actual different language spoken.)

Tom can speak Polish, Spanish, and Russian bits of Mandarin and some sign language because him and Mav like to talk shit across rooms.

Ron can speak Polish, Spanish Russian, Mandarin, French and bits and pieces of others. He loves learning new ones.

They were in the backyard. Chris and Ron have been dating for about a year. Tom is staying with them until they’ve gotta go back. Ron started speaking fluent Polish to Tom, Chris thought he was going to pass out. He’s always known Ron is hot but lord.

Three weeks later they were in a restaurant on a date, a guy started speaking Spanish to the waitress she kept shaking her head until Ron leaned over and translated. Chris threw cash on the table and dragged Ron out of there and into a bed so fast.

Chris didn’t know how hot he’d find Ron switching through languages but goddamn. It’s hot.

—

When Jake started talking it was incredible. They had taught him some sign to say when he was hungry or thirsty or cold but him talking? Adorable. They cried when he first called Chris daddy.

Chris loved watching their kid learn what different things were.

When Jake one day suddenly asked for something in Polish he got a bit confused.

He blinked down at the little three year old. “Baby what?” Jake said it again and pointed. Chris had no idea what he’s saying. “Come on let’s go find papa he’s clearly been speaking Polish around you”

They go into the office that Ron uses when he’s at home. Chris bounces Jake. “Say it again baby.”

Ron looks up when Jake starts talking. “He’s doing it! Chris oh my god he’s doing it!”

“Hon. Love you and how excited you are. Did you not think about the fact that I can’t speak Polish.”

Ron looks confused. God bless this man. Somehow he’s got navy secrets up in that head of his. “Baby maybe wait until he’s a bit older and understands he needs to speak English at me and Polish at you.”

Ron goes a bit pink. He stands up and goes over to them. He kisses Chris, “and French.”

Chris blinks. “French.” “Maybe Tommy and I have been thinking about teaching him Russian also.”

Ron takes Jake from Chris. “Our son can’t save you from stupidity.” Ron lifts him onto his shoulder “yeah he can.”

Chris smiles, he leans closer and kisses Ron again. “Yeah you’re right he can.”

-

The first time Bradley sees Jake speaking a different language it’s Spanish with Javy on the ship after they landed. He didn’t know it at the time but Jake was talking about how he just wanted to kiss Bradley.

Two weeks after the mission they’re all together at Tom and Mav’s house. Jake is sitting up on the counter in the kitchen, he’s watching Tom and Ron cook like he always used to. He didn’t know how much he missed it.

Bradley is leaning next to Jake’s hip. Tom starts speaking to Ron. Bradley blinks, he’s not heard Tom speak Polish in years.

Jake chimes in. In Polish.

Bradley knows he’s staring. He can’t help it. “You speak Polish?”

Chris laughs from the doorway, he comes into the kitchen, he’s covered in grease. Chris goes up on his toes and kisses Ron. “He spoke polish more then English when he was four. Forced me to get a goddamn Polish to English dictionary.” Jake goes a bit pink. “Dad cut it out.”

Chris gets that look on his face that Bradley used to see on Mav sometimes.

It’s the ‘I could be more of a dick but I’m choosing to be nice today’ face.

Tom laughs and says something else. Jake goes redder. Ron slaps Tom, Chris snorts and loops an arm around Tom. Jake shakes his head, “Y’all are horrible to me I’m gonna find Mav.” He hops off the counter but drags his hand across Bradley’s stomach as he passes.

-

“Never thought I’d find you speaking a different language so not.” - “baby you think everything I do is hot.” - “shut up Jake come here and ride me.” - “yeehaw cowboy.”

[callmearcturus]

what's your hot take on rooster? 👀

OH right

sorry i had a Very long week, my brain is mush

okay so I feel like there's a tenancy to portray Rooster as a hothead, like a troublemaker when he was young. which, I totally understand it since the emotional arc of TGM is him having a meltdown over meeting Mav again.

but the thing is that I feel like Rooster's angry switch is specifically Mav. what I really like about Rooster is that he's almost excessively calm and collected as a person.

like, I made Punct rewatch his intro scene today and babbled about his body language. the thing about that scene at the Hard Deck is that he comes in with a load of confidence, then plants himself in a spot, and Hangman comes to him. When Hangman starts to needle Rooster,

he gets nothing. Rooster completely No Sells him. His expression is almost annoyingly mild, it verges on condescending. And in response, Hangman gets in close to him, does his "you're snug on that perch" line AND STILL GETS FUCKING NOTHING. So he segues into his bravado-laden "I love this song" basically as an out, because Rooster is not giving him the satisfaction of a response.

And I feel like that's Rooster's thing, his composure. He's not combative, he's not overtly competitive like the others, he is contained.

Rooster gives me the impression he would be the kind of person who, if you started a serious, heated argument with him, he'd go blank and still in an attempt to defuse. Which is!!!! Fucking annoying! Because it's not contending with the actual Content of the disagreement, it's managing the person he's dealing with. It's "I have more emotional control so I can direct this interaction" yanno what I mean?

And I get the impression this is what Hangman finds so compelling/irritating about Rooster. He's CONSTANTLY trying to get Rooster to fucking react, but he's the ultimate fuckign No Sell. This is why Hangman latches onto figuring out wtf is between him and Mav, and as soon as he does, its finally, FINALLY the thing that gets a rise out of Rooster, and Hangman is fucking thrilled.

So, all of this to say: Rooster, to me, feels like a very level-headed, calm guy. Which I think fits very well with the fact he's an only child and he's also lost both of his parents young, his father very suddenly and his mother very slowly in a painful, probably expensive process.

The thing about being an only child in a household dealing with Heavy Shit is that your childhood becomes very abbreviated and you sort of... have to mature much faster than normal.

This is frankly what I love about Rooster? I adore that he is a very placid guy who doesn't feel the need to butt heads with other aviators, but that he does have a temper about one specific man, and he has zero control over that.

[mollymauk-teafleak]

it's been a long day so I'd like to ask for some more fluffy headcanons of icemav during their secret relationship stage like in should send me running? thank you!!

Ah I'm sorry to hear you've had A Day, I too know how it feels to have had A Day. Hiding in IceMav seems like a good idea, it's what me and my gf have been doing!

So I adore this stage in their relationship and could talk about it forever. I feel like Slider goes home for a weekend to see his wife and children and comes back, dropping in on Ice just to see how he's doing the way he always would. And for some reason, Ice is looking panicked and nervous and seems to be trying to get rid of him. And then Slider hears the shower turn on upstairs and he Stares at Ice like '...please just tell me it isn't Mitchell' and Ice goes so red.

They do get to the point where they'll be making out on Mav's couch and Goose wanders past to raid Mav's fridge like 'evening Tom'. It takes a while for Ice to get used to it

I don't think they know exactly what to call each other during this time? Like they don't consider themselves to be in a Relationship because they think (read: they're lying to themselves) that this is just going to be while they're at Top Gun. So they do just call each other 'my wingman'

The first time Ice calls Maverick 'baby' something in him short circuits, like he finds it unbearably hot

They do go on sort of dates, they just wait until it's dark before Mav coaxes a very reluctant Ice onto his motorbike (he secretly kind of loves it, its just that 10% of his brain is Horny and the other 90% is oh god we're going to die). They ride very very far off base so there's no chance of them bumping into anyone and they'll eat bad diner food thats kind of delicious because its like midnight, they'll walk on the beach together, maybe go for a skinny dip if they're feeling daring. They're yawning all through class the next day but its worth it

Years later, after dadt and they're married, they do go back to the diner where they had these secret dates and Reminisce

Often their arguments in class and after hops will spill over into some very intense, very fun Kinda Angry sex. Its those days especially where Maverick is wincing when he sits down in the cockpit the next day

Ice starts leveraging sex so Maverick will study for their classes, like he'll quiz him and if he gets a question right he gets a kiss from Ice, a whole page correct and he'll blow him

Despite what they say, Goose knows this is for real so he takes as many pictures as he can when they're all together and safe, just the four of them, he knows Mav and Ice will want memories of this time when they're older. And he's right, those Polaroids are so precious to them later

Slider definitely asks Ice for details after these dates (he's curious, he still hates Mitchell, shut up) and Ice is immediately like 'oh yeah, uh, I love him' (no I have not just watched Jerry Maguire to appease my gf and applied every single scene to IceMav...)

[icemav86]

hangmav fic recs

Consolidating seven of my favorite hangmav fics in one place.

the third law of motion by alwaysbuddy (kamsangi)

Explicit, 12.8k. The first hangmav I read and still a favorite. Follows them through the mission.

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Alternatively—Hangman learns to stop pushing people away, and Maverick finally lets go.

2. (My black flower) Nowhere left to run, Nowhere left to hide by DeadshotDiesel

Explicit, 5.4k words. This is omegaverse and it’s not like anything else I’ve read. I put it as one of my top fics of 2022. I love the concept and how beautifully it’s executed.

Bagman, they say nowadays. Leaving you holding the bag when shit hits the fan. Or so that’s how he plays it.

What it originally stood for was ‘empty bags.’ An alpha that leaves a wake of disgruntled, empty-handed, wanting omega lovers when he can’t give them what society and biology demand. What good is an alpha if he’s born sterile?

3. Deja Vu by tooshytosay

Teen, 1.9k words. This is a short “Rooster finds out” fic.

”Hangman?” Rooster asks, brows furrowed.

“Rooster.” Hangman responds, also confused.

“What are you doing at my dad’s house?”

4. His Body Is Bible by Brenda

Explicit, 2.5k words. Insecure Mav, introspective about why Jake is with him.

”So this body of yours?" He ran a possessive, firm hand along Mav's flank. "If I was a religious man, well, I guess my biggest sin would be committing idolatry. Because you were made to be worshipped."

(In which Jake is more than happy to show Mav how much he is adored.)

5. put your hands on me (before the lights go out) by Lake (beyond_belief)

Explicit, 1.7k words. This is just really hot established relationship public sex.

101 ways to keep your man happy, #34: Have sex in public.

6. Mach Ten (Point Two) by elizabethgee

Explicit, 1.4k words. Jake worships the body of the fastest man alive. Omegaverse, but that's mostly incidental not a main plot point.

Jake has a predictable reaction to hearing that Pete is the fastest man in the world.

7. Bull by elizabethgee

Explicit, 3.6k words. Getting together after they've been together. Omegaverse.

Jake spent last night with Pete. He wants to do it again.

[oathkeeperoxas]

TOP GUN / Icemav fic recs part 3

Good morning aviators, I am here with yet more fic recs! As always, I've tried not to repeat authors in the below, but if there here then I would also recommend opening their profile and checking out the rest of their works :D

Rec list 1 here

Rec list 2 here

now it's us https://archiveofourown.org/works/45161386 by @icemav86

“There was nothing to say, no alternatives, so Maverick dragged Ice to his bedroom and did his best, that day and until Ice left with his packed duffel over his shoulder, to show Ice how he felt about their impending separation, to communicate I need you, I’ll miss you, will you miss me? in every touch and gasp and moan. All of that went unsaid, though, Ice leaving on a warm spring morning with little more than a chaste kiss and a mutual agreement to keep in touch.” After three months apart, Maverick and Ice reconnect.

Love the comparison here between Mav feeling free in the sky and grounded with Ice. The boys use their words!! Very good and hot get together (properly) fic.

Love etc. https://archiveofourown.org/works/34701868 by @m-madeleine

A hospital visit and progress, of sorts.

Developing relationship and quiet moments where the two of them are figuring each other out – I adore how this author writes them.

Working on Nathan Hale’s Eulogy https://archiveofourown.org/works/47643871/chapters/120085639 by @lambourngb

The last words of Nathan Hale were inspiring to the generations that came afterward, but they were considered apocryphal by scholars. Propaganda that was repeated over and over again meant to keep a nation fighting for its freedom and independence. At the same time, the truth slipped away into a place where the living would never know it, and the dead were beyond caring. He wondered what his own final words would be; Thomas ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, COMPACFLT, a great naval officer, the second-best pilot, and a decent man. He hoped they would be ‘I love you’ to Maverick, but he was worried it would end up being ‘I’m sorry’ instead. [Tom has to find a way to break the news of his diagnosis to his wingman and partner, Pete.]

Get your tissues ready for this one!! I did in fact cry reading it. The emotions and the build and development of the icemav relationship through this gentle ending is so very satisfying.

leave a tender moment alone https://archiveofourown.org/works/44548714/ by vulcanx

Five times Maverick walks in on others in compromising positions and one time someone walks in on him kissing his husband.

Very classic 5+1 that I did enjoy!! The +1 icemav has me INCREDIBLY soft, I am such a sucker for the two of them being able to live and love in the open, which this fic amply provided 💖

The good part makes everything else incidental https://archiveofourown.org/works/48098077 by @adevotedreader

What Tom had not expected was that despite the exhaustion, the bloat from steroids, the soreness from surgery and radiation, and the mental exhaustion of just staying alive, he could still look at Maverick and feel the tendrils of arousal spark to life in his mind. The spirit was willing though the body had no hope of rising to the occasion. And, more shockingly to Tom, Maverick still felt attracted to him.

The two of them figuring out how to love and live even with everything that has happened to them!! Very soft and tender, very full of big feelings 💖

newsworthy https://archiveofourown.org/works/48089791 by @gracedbybattle

The Honorable Thomas Kazansky, SECNAV, retired from his post Saturday, June 11th, following a well attended ceremony in Alexandria, VA. Before departing, he was kind enough to impart a few words with Variety on his compelling career and enduring legacy.

Outsider pov and social media fic!! Two of my most beloved things to see in fics, all smashed up together. I very much enjoyed the look at what our main characters might look like to those outside what we know of them. The whole fic being in italics is a bit killer on my eyes, but it’s worth persevering through!

Running on Empty https://archiveofourown.org/works/46914424/chapters/118176517 by @wordsonamission

Maverick has spiraled down to a very low place. Although he was cleared of wrongdoing in the accident that caused Goose's death, he still feels that he bears responsibility for the tragedy. He's ready to leave the Navy to keep from hurting anyone else when Slider finds him hiding in an off-base bar and drags him back to the housing unit he's been sharing with Iceman during Top Gun. Maverick has a breakdown and Ice and Slider try to put the pieces of Maverick's broken heart back together. Maverick and Ice are also dancing around feelings that they're afraid to address. Maverick is left with a huge choice: does he stay in the Navy or start a new life as a civilian? Chapter one fills in the gap in the movie starting where Charlie tries to tough-love Maverick into flying again and Maverick going to see Viper at his house. Chapters two and three follow the plot of the rest of the movie.

Mav whump my beloved!! He’s definitely going through it in this fic, but he’s got some external support and love that helps him through the roughest parts. A really good dive into what Mav’s headspace might have been looking like immediately after Goose’s death, with a solid icemav relationship that shows their steady beginnings.

(I Love You) A Bushel and A Pallet https://archiveofourown.org/works/27142859/chapters/66285392 by @boasamishipper

"Only you, Mitchell," Ice says, "could possibly manage to get a concussion in a fucking Costco."

Domestic icemav my beloved. This author writes them so wonderfully, the dialogue and the set up for the fic are absolutely perfect and a real treat to read.

Rivalry https://archiveofourown.org/works/11851326 by thedevilchicken

Ice has always liked to be the best at everything he does.

Ice figuring out what he wants and how to love and what competition means when you’re also in love with your rival.

time = distance ÷ speed https://archiveofourown.org/works/36308572 by omnidirectional

Maverick hasn’t seen Iceman in years. But inevitably, they always cross paths again sooner or later. Five (plus one) potential timelines in which Maverick meets Iceman again 35 years later; some more on the comical side, others less so. Or, a pre-emptive strike: Six scenarios I’d prefer to see than whatever the actual sequel turns out to be. (If it ever comes out.)

WHEN I SAY I CRIED. As the summary suggests, this is a 5+1 focused on possible ways Top Gun: Maverick could have gone. The way the author ties each (tragic, comedic, wistful, ridiculous, heart-rending) of the 5 times into the +1 is genuinely awesome and I love how it plays on the 5+1 format. This was one of the first icemav fics I read and oh boy was it a doozy of an introduction to this ship!!

[nedconte]

Now with a theme: Time Travel Shenanigans!

This one is a bit shorter than my previous rec list, and includes mostly Mav/Roos/Mav with a side of Mav/Mav. This territory comes with some big age gaps, and while that shouldn't be an issue for Roosmav shippers, I still want to mention it here. Also, none of these fics include underage sex (or other archive warnings), but a couple of them feature a teenage character. And as always, you should take a look at the full tags and info on AO3 before reading.

Take These Broken Wings by pohjanneito 11k, E, no archive warnings apply young Maverick/canon era Rooster, emotional hurt/comfort

Bradley leaned against his cue stick, his eyes glued to Mav’s baby-smooth face. It was uncanny, like an old home movie bleeding out of the TV screen. Mav's voice was soft and pitched a little higher, but he carried himself like he did thirty years in the future, with the bravado and ego of a man twice his size. Or: Rooster travels back in time to 1986 and meets young Maverick.

I know this one was also on my previous post, but I'm reccing it again because it's just that good and I love how the time travel is handled in it.

Three is the Magic Number by liabilitea 7.5k, G, no archive warnings apply Mav/Roos/Mav, road trips, fluff and angst

Three different stories from the perspectives of Maverick, Rooster, and Pete respectively on their road trip to participate in the Halloween Air Show.

This fic is very beautifully written. Soft and sweet with a touch of Mav's self worth issues, so this was like catnip to me.

Hot blood running through our veins by violation_of_faith_and_devotion 7.5k, E, no archive warnings apply Mav/Roos/Mav, dirty talk, verbal humiliation, breeding kink

“So? Is that…?” “Is that me? I don’t know. Where did you find him?” “I told you already, he just knocked on my door and said he was lost. At first, I thought it was your kid, but then he introduced himself, and…” Bradley trails away. There’s a slight glimmer of hope in Maverick’s eyes. “So, there is a chance this could be just my son?” Bradley sighs. “No, Mav, I told you. I made him show me some documents and he gave me his library card. The stamp said nineteen eighty-fuckin’-one. And he sure acts like he came from the eighties, he saw me use my phone and asked me if I stole it from NASA.” Or, the one in which eighteen-year-old Pete Mitchell meets thirty-eight-year-old Bradley and fifty-eight-year-old Maverick.

Bradley just wants to take care of young Pete, somehow they all end up fucking, I love to see it. This fic was just delightful.

in which a teen Pete appears out of nowhere (series) by Lake 4k, E, no archive warnings apply Mav/Mav, a little bit of Mav/Roos/Mav

The Darkstar accident caused a rift in time, and brought an eighteen year-old Pete into the current day.

There are currently 2 fics in this series. Featuring super cute young Pete, delicious sexual tension, first time 69 - I love pretty much everything by this author and this series is no exception.

living your life between your legs by finistra 3.5k, E, no archive warnings apply Mav/Mav, pwp

Young Maverick is feeling a little narcissistic and a lot horny when he meets a stranger in a bar after a time travel experiment...

This is super hot, and somehow also a lovely character study at the same time. With a dash of identity porn. Obviously I was going to love it.

Bonus: These two amazing comics by @godwithwethands :

Mav&Roos&Mav

young Mav/canon era Rooster

The first is pre-slash, 2nd includes kissing. Both have ADORABLE young Pete. This AU means the world to me.

[sarahsmi13s]

tell me all! <3

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

X: A character you enjoy making suffer?

seb!! hi! ❤❤❤

B:

none of the stand alone fics currently up have happened to me but i do have one in the works about my experience in college

however...

coach grant in action pt 2 (HC) was based on my senior year softball season, more specifically the ball getting hit foul but the called it a home run... absolute bs

we didn't win state but we did go from district (champs) to regionals (runner ups) to state (lost the second round)

F:

this is a snip from Picture Perfect Tattoos (highly recommended read 😉)

As you wrote little notes down, Bradley noticed a polaroid photo sitting on your desk. He picked it up and looked at it.

It was a photo of you on, what looked like, a dorm bed. You had less tattoos than you do now, but you look more or less the same.

“That was when I was in college, those were the days.” He could hear the fond smile before he looked up and saw it. “You look beautiful.” He watched the blush creep up your cheeks before smirking and looking back at the photo.

His cocky smile turned into a soft smile as he remembered his father. “My dad loved polaroids, he said they capture natural beauty in its purest form, that they memorialized a moment in a way no digital camera ever could. I couldn’t tell you how many polaroids he had of him and Mav up in the sky, or of me when I was barely walking, or of my mom when she was mid laugh.”

Tears had stung your eyes a little as Rooster confided in you.

You wrote down ‘polaroid’ and circled it. This was something you felt needed to be in the tattoo.

I love having Rooster talk about his dad. And polaroids have always been a part of Bradley's life.

and this is a set up for this

You went to your desk to grab the fresh, clean roll of cling wrap and cut off a piece to wrap around his arm. “I’ll make sure you take proper care of that,” you said, going back to your desk.

That’s when you noticed it.

Finn had managed to find your old polaroid on your desk and snapped a beautiful moment of you and Bradley as you tattooed him.

You were tattooing him and he had obviously said something that made you laugh. Your head was thrown back and Bradley had this look of pure adoration on his face as he looked at you. “You look like your mom there,” he pointed out over your shoulder. You glanced back at him and then the photo, “And you look like your dad.”

You would take that photo home and put it in the album you had right in between a photo of your parents and a photo of his parents.

Honestly that piece was so fun to write and if you every need some Bradley fluff, it's got quiet a bit

K:

the angstiest thing is definitely a four way tie between:

Hesistation Duckie (a series) Find Piece in the Changing Colors Natural Disasters

and maybe I love you, Cowboy but that being angst was an accident 😅

T:

I don't think there are tropes I can't stand or don't like

I think I just have to be in a mood for a particular trope (if that make sense)

and there is a big possibility that I haven't been exposed to every trope so I don't really know if there's one I just will not read

but i'm willing to try anything once

X:

Now this may come as a shock to everyone...

but Jake Seresin...

most of my angst is centered around him because you have to force the man to show emotion

and out of like "ocs" or readers in my series

Duckie Bradshaw hasn't had a break in HOT minute

thank you so so much for your ask seb! these were fun to answer! love ya babes *mwah* ❤❤❤

ask me!